Limits Tested-

My wife and I have been married for quite a few years
and have two teen-aged c***dren. Even though we are
reluctantly middle-aged, regular hours in the gym, on
bikes, and on the soccer field have kept us in pretty
good shape and looking more youthful than our years.
Physically my wife is slender and girlish, and having
been graced with more than ample manhood, to this day I
find the tightness of her narrow hips reminiscent of
teen-age nights in the back seat of a car.

Like most people in our situation, the lack of privacy
from k**s in the house and the lack of time due to the
regular schedule of activities, has resulted in
diminished sexual activity. In our younger days, before
k**s, and even when they were infants, we could easily
pass away hours or entire weekends in sexual bliss. We
were very adventurous together, and have many memories,
and a few videos, to show for it.

Fantasies were shared openly between us and ranged
across the spectrum. We even went through a period
where, with the help of a substantial amount of
tequila, we shared some sexual experiences with a
couple we knew well. However, this was a unique event,
and our love and lust for each other was what we
thrived on.

When I first met my wife in college, she was also
attracted to one of my roommates. In the end I won, but
her fascination with Tim never passed and she often
included him in the fantasies she shared with me. She
fucked him over and over in her mind, and shared every
lurid detail with me.

At one point during a wild afternoon of lovemaking, I
shared with her an odd experience that occurred after a
night of heavy college drinking, when Tim had blurted
out an off-the-wall comment about sucking my dick. I
told her it was a comment that was likely made in jest,
and thought it might cool her ardor for Tim, but
instead she was intrigued. She insisted that there was
no way I would refuse a reasonable offer to have my
dick sucked, particularly if it meant I owed nothing in
return. I told her the truth, nothing happened, but she
wouldn’t accept that answer.

It became evident that she was fascinated with the
idea, and that it was turning her on, so in the end I
let her think whatever she wanted to think. Our
lovemaking that afternoon was intense, and she
literally worshipped my big dick with her mouth with a
far away look in her eyes. It was clear what she was
trying to imagine something.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been turned on by
anal stimulation. My wife, of course, was aware of
this, and following the afternoon described above she
started spending a lot more attention in this area. It
seemed she had made some connection between my interest
in anal sex, and her thoughts on what may have happened
that night with Tim. The result was her fingers and her
tongue would regularly find their way up my ass, and I
was in bliss.

She had me buy some toys, and while I often used them
on her, she used them as frequently on me. The talk of
Tim was a major part of these sessions, making it clear
her fantasies were centered on that night in college
and what she believed may have taken place. This went
on for quite some time, but then faded off as we moved
on to other topics. But the theme of me being serviced
by a guy still came up from time to time, and she
gradually changed it around so that it was I who was
providing the service.

It was not uncommon for her to slide a dildo up my ass
as we made love, which caused my big dick to swell even
more, which in turn increased her pleasure. She would
also occasionally work a penis shaped dildo in and out
of my mouth as I fucked her, all the time whispering
nasty comments in my ear about helping her suck off one
of her boyfriends. The sex was fantastic, and I did
whatever she asked, which was a huge turn on for me.

I tend to the dominant side in my normal day-to-day
life, and I found being dominated and somewhat
humiliated by her to be incredibly arousing. It was a
new discovery in my own psyche, and I enjoyed the
sessions where I was able to explore it. We often
talked of getting her a strap-on to use on me, and she
loved to tease me with scenarios where she would even
let her friend Robin have a go. During these type
sessions I often vowed to serve her every desire, and
they usually ended with me being spent beyond words.

All this ended as our k**s began to grow. We loved our
f****y life, and became absorbed in it. The
difficulties of indulging wild sexual interests with
growing and curious k**s in the house caused the
activity to essentially cease. We still explored each
other, but with less frequency and less intensity.
There were no regrets, as I say we loved our f****y
life and were dedicated to it. But over time it seemed
we both missed our fun together, just the two of us
with no inhibitions.

And so it came to pass that I recently chose to stay
home from work on a school day in the hope of
addressing our unrequited interests. I showered while
my wife took the k**s to school, with anticipation of
some fun when she returned, and on a whim, I thoroughly
cleaned and lubricated my ass, with the hopes that she
may wish to indulge in practices from the past. Luck
was with me, and in the course of foreplay my wife went
after my anus. Her finger, then fingers, easily slipped
in due to my hopeful preparations.

She folded my legs back to my chest and explored me
deeply for the first time in years, and I was in
heaven. After so long a hiatus, I found the anal
attention to be intense, and responded with obvious
pleasure. When I finally came up for air and entered
her, she was soaked. So far I had hardly touched her,
but I had noticed her trying to rub herself on my leg.
Upon entering her, it was only a matter of moments
until she exploded in orgasm. Clearly dominating me, by
taking my ass with her fingers, had turned her own. We
spent the rest of the morning in bed, and it was a
beautiful time together.

After the morning together, she found many occasions to
remind me how easily she could control me. One day she
came into the bathroom while I was showering before
work, and lovingly washed my cock and balls. She
slipped a soapy finger up my ass and worked it in and
out a few times. Then with a smirk she left me standing
there with a raging erection, stating she hoped I
thought about her while at work.

Other times she would kiss me, and rub my anus through
my pants, with the pressure on my ass getting the
obvious physical reaction. She liked to do this in the
kitchen, which opened to the living room where the
k**s, and sometimes their friends, would be watching
the television. With the countertop arrangement, they
were not able to see her hands or my reaction. She’d
walk away with a smile, enjoying my discomfort, and I’d
have to remain behind the counter until my condition
improved.

She had me in a continuously horny state, which was
reminiscent of the past when she would tease me for
days before allowing me release. Certainly our love
life was changing in a more active and positive
direction.

Several weeks had passed when my wife announced that
she and I were getting away for a Saturday night alone.
She had arranged for the k**s to stay with friends, and
had rented a hotel room in a neighboring city. With a
devilish smirk, she informed me that I was in for a
huge surprise. Needless to say, I was more than eager,
and the excitement level was high as we drove to our
destination. It turned out to be a simple chain hotel,
but that was hardly the point. We checked in and found
our room with the glow of a newlywed couple.

Once we were inside, she had me fix some stiff drinks
from the stock she had brought along. That it was
tequila she had bought, which used to always make her
wild, was not lost on me as I gladly poured and
stirred. In the meantime, she started removing a tripod
and video camera from the bag she had brought in. My
heart jumped, this had not happened in many years. I
resisted the urge to ask questions, and simply followed
her lead in helping to set up the equipment in one
corner of the room, overlooking the king size bed.

Once that was complete, and we had started our second
drink, she unceremoniously demanded that I strip. I
took note of the authority in her voice with no minor
thrill, as I mentioned before I loved when she took a
dominant role and tonight appeared to be headed in that
direction. I was naked within a couple of minutes, and
my cock was at half-mast in anticipation. She went back
to her bag and came out with two leather wristbands
lined with velvet, which she quickly strapped to my
wrists with no resistance from me. Each band had two
steel D-rings attached to it, on opposite sides.
Obviously, my sweet wife had been shopping while I was
at work.

My mind wondered to the bag and what else may be in it,
but the mood made it clear this was no time for
questions. Hardly a word had passed between us, when
she suggested that if I wanted any more of my drink, I
should get it. While I did so, she stacked three of the
over-sized hotel pillows in the middle of the bed. She
then ordered me onto the bed, and had me lay face down
across the pillows with my head towards the foot of the
bed, which like most hotel beds had no visible frame.
As I lay down she arranged the stack of pillows so that
it landed directly under my crotch. The effect was not
lost on me. My ass was high in the air and my now stiff
cock and balls were pointed straight back between my
legs and thus exposed.

She looked at the arrangement with satisfaction, then
went to her bag and came out with several lengths of
heavy cord. The situation was getting exciting, and I
hadn’t moved a muscle, willingly going along with
everything. This was shaping up to be an exciting
night. She took a piece of cord and tied it to a D-ring
on my left wrist, then pulled my arm tightly as she
fastened the other end of the cord to the foot of the
bed on that side.

She then went to the right side and repeated the
procedure, stretching my arms tight as she did so. The
effect was that my arms were extended out in a nearly a
‘T’, and my chin rested on the back edge of the
mattress. With my naked ass high in the air, I felt
very vulnerable indeed.

Next she took from her bag some black velvet eye
covers, attached to an elastic band, the type you see
people use on airplanes when they want to sl**p on long
flights. She placed these over my eyes and adjusted the
band so that it was very tight. The lights absolutely
went out as the soft velvet molded to the shape of my
face, and I could not see a thing.

After that it was only sound. I heard her go to the bag
again, and then she got on the bed alongside my legs.
She pulled my feet together and slipped something over
them, which she then slid up my legs to the top of my
thighs. She had me lift up off the pillows and she slid
the object, which felt like some type of band or strap,
past my hips until it was around my waist, holding my
cock down so it didn’t catch. Her touch was electric,
but was quickly gone as my weight settled back down
onto the pillows. Try as I might, I could not imagine
what it was she had just put around me, which caused my
level of tension and excitement to grow.

I could hear her working, and then she took my left
foot and began to slide something over it. It only took
me a moment to realize it was a woman’s nylon stocking.
This was something totally new between us, and to be
honest I didn’t like the thought of it at all.

While I enjoyed being humble before her, the thought of
wearing women’s clothing items was abhorrent to me. I
tried to pull my foot away and began to wrestle about,
and was just about to object vocally when her hand came
down on my bare ass in a vicious slap. It stunned me to
momentary stillness, and she spoke for the first time
since I had lain down on the bed, ‘If you want it to
end here, just say so.'

The excitement up to now had been intense for me, and I
knew I did not want it to end. But I was also uneasy
about this turn of events and where it would lead.
After a moment, I relaxed and let my body go slack,
forcing my breathing into a regular pattern and willing
myself to end all resistance. Maybe it was the tequila,
maybe it was something latent within me, but I decided
I would do just about anything to see where this
evening was going.

After a few minutes, she had a pair of thigh-high
nylons on me. It was then obvious that the item placed
around my waist had been a garter belt, and this she
carefully fastened to the stockings. Her work complete,
she got off the bed and was apparently admiring her
subject. I could sense her satisfaction. Then she was
back at my ankles, and there affixed two more of the
leather bands. In short order, my legs were tightly
tied to the two remaining corners of the bed, and I lay
there naked and exposed, in total darkness, wearing
women’s nylons.

The humiliation of the moment had killed my hard-on,
and I found myself wondering what my now evil wife had
in mind for the evening. I suddenly felt her breath at
my ear, and her fingers started stroking the backs of
one thigh through the nylons. ‘You have to admit they
feel sexy. Silky. Tight. Why do you think women love
them so much?’

Her hand continued to stroke my legs through the nylon,
occasionally coming high enough to nearly touch my
cock. I had to admit the feeling was good, and if I
squirmed it was fascinating the way my nylon encased
legs seemed to just glide on the sheets. Her fingers
rubbing through the nylon was exciting, and I started
to respond, and my dick hardened once again.

‘See, I knew you’d like it. A slut like you was bound
to.’

During our younger, more active sex life, dirty talk
from my wife was a favorite of mine, and being called a
slut excited me greatly.

She got up from the bed and I continued to squirm,
knowing she was watching. From the sounds, I could tell
she was turning on the video, which stopped my
movements. For the moment I was enjoying the feel of
women’s nylons on my body, but I was certain I didn’t
want it on film. I started to object, and when I did
she quickly stuffed a rag in my open mouth, filling it
to silence. The sudden intrusion was both shocking and
uncomfortable, and after a moment I realized that she
had most likely just used the underwear I had removed a
short while ago to stifle my objections. It was
certainly effective, now I could no longer see or
speak.

‘When I want to hear the opinions of a slut, I’ll let
you know. I want you like this on film, so get used to
it. This is only the beginning, and before this night
is over anyone who sees this film will no doubt know
how big a slut you really are, and how much you love
all that happens to you.’

The words froze me, and though I must confess to some
definite excitement, it also left
me uneasy. Would she really show such a video to
others? Was she just trying to scare me to show who was
in control? I always thought I was the bold one, with
limits she could never find. Perhaps I was wrong? As I
thought this over, she turned on the cheap clock radio
beside the bed to a country and western station. The
sound quality was poor, and I found it odd that she did
this. It would be much later when I would realize that
it was cover noise.

‘I’ll be back in a little while. Don’t go anywhere my
little slut.’

As the shock of her words sank in, she opened the door
to leave the room. I could tell by the sound she opened
it wide, and my heart sank. I hadn’t heard any light
switches so I assumed the lights were all still on. The
hotel we were in was the type where the rooms opened
directly onto the parking lot, and I could remember
beyond that was the parking lot of an all-night
restaurant. The door creaked as it slowly swung back on
the automatic closer, and it seemed forever until I
heard it hit the frame and stop.

The closer was not strong enough to pull it all the way
to, and I was relieved when I heard her pull it tightly
closed. I had literally broken out in a sweat, and
realized I was holding my breath. My God, I was tied
naked to a hotel bed, blindfolded, gagged with my own
underwear, in women’s nylons, with the room door
standing open. It was only for a matter of seconds, but
it seemed an eternity. I had no way of knowing if
anyone had been out there, but my imagination was
active and true fear had set in.

She had never acted quite like this before, and if she
wanted to humiliate me, she was doing a good job. I
sank into the mattress and tried to relax and catch my
breath. The thought suddenly occurred to me that she
may not have actually left, and I got as still as
possible and tried to listen for any noise other than
the radio.

But there was no sound at all that I could associate
with her presence, and I finally concluded she had
truly left the room. Where she went, I had no idea. I
tested my bonds, but there was simply no way to escape.
So there I was, naked, exposed, and abandoned. The
thought of getting caught like this was humiliating
beyond anything I had felt before. What if a maid or a
maintenance crew happened by, even coming to this room
by mistake? The more I worried about it, the more
helpless I felt. And then came an interesting
realization. The more helpless I felt, the more turned
on I became. There was no denying that my hard-on was
raging, and I began to squirm about, trying to rub it
against the pillows or my leg.

But it was useless, she had me bound too tight to allow
the necessary movement. I could feel the cool air of
the room on my exposed cock head, and my ass was spread
open due to how I was tied, and I was aware of how
inviting a position I was in. I squirmed on the bed and
worked my ass around, realizing and not caring that the
video was surely still on. She was gone quite a while,
and the excitement faded and my level of agitation
began to increase again. Then suddenly I heard
footsteps outside and I froze.

What happened next I only know because of countless
hours of watching the video of this night. I heard the
key card in the door, and then the door again opened
wide. I heard her come in, but was more fixated on the
creaking of the door as it slowly closed again, waiting
for that welcome click of door against frame. What I
could not tell in my blindfolded state, with the radio
playing, and with the stealth of their movements, was
that two people had come back into the room.

Once again I wondered how exposed I truly was with the
door open for those countless seconds. I heard the
sound of undressing, but in my worried state was not
alert enough to detect multiple people hurriedly
removing their clothes. I felt her come near the bed,
and then felt her tweak my still hard cock. The contact
made me jump, and then her voice was at my ear, ‘I see
my little slut enjoyed his time alone.'

She pulled the gag from my mouth. ‘Is the slut having
fun yet?’

My jaw ached and my mouth was totally dried out, so I
had no voice. Instead I merely shook my head yes.

‘Are you ready for some real fun?’

This time my tongue was wetted, and I croaked out a
’Yes, please.'

In watching the video later, I was keenly aware that
had I known I had a naked guy, a stranger, standing
over me, with my body so exposed, and with women’s
nylons and garters on, as I eagerly agreed to potential
abuse by my wife, I would have been devastated beyond
words.

Even watching the video later, the humiliation was
intense, which, I had to confess, was what partly led
to uncontrolled masturbation every time I watched it,
with or without my wife. I reveled in it later, but I’m
not so sure I could have handled it at the time. But as
it was, I had no idea, and behind the safety of the now
closed door, I was eager to see where this night with
my wife would head.

Her nakedness was confirmed when she knelt down at the
foot of the bed, placed a hand on either side of my
head, and guided my lips to her nipple. I eagerly went
after her breast, sucking as much of it into my mouth
as I could. After a minute or two, she switched me to
her other breast, which I sucked on with the same
fervor. After so many years, I still loved to feel my
lips on her breasts.

She pulled away and kissed me on top of my head, then
spoke into my ear. ‘Tonight, my little slut, you’re
going to help me live out some long time fantasies.
Tonight, we’re going to truly test your limits.’
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Her words excited me further, and it didn’t dawn on me
until days later that her reference to ‘we’ did not
necessarily include me. She stood and pushed her pussy
into my face, and my tongue was quickly out and
reaching to serve her. It was an awkward position, but
I could tongue her clit and her body language suggested
I was being effective.

But it didn’t last as she pulled away. Though I was
still in total darkness, I could tell from the
direction of her movement and the sounds that she was
back into her bag. This increased my level of
anticipation, and it occurred to me to relax, and pace
myself. I tried to focus on the country music still
coming from the bedside radio, but even though it was a
common song I couldn’t even follow the words. She
simply had me too agitated to concentrate.

Suddenly she was back before me. Something cold and
hard touched the side of my face and I immediately knew
it was a dildo, the bullet type, made of smooth hard
plastic, and from the feel of it not overly large. She
rubbed it around my face and neck, and then lightly
slid the tip across my lips. This was familiar
territory, even though it had been many years, and I
just held my position and let her tease me with it. She
played it around my face some more, then came back to
my lips, this time with a bit more pressure. I parted
my lips slightly, and came out with the tip of my
tongue to rub on the end of the hard plastic.

‘You like that don’t you little slut?’

I nodded yes and opened my mouth, trying to reach for
the dildo. But she pulled it back with a giggle, making
me reach for it with my tongue. I must have looked
ridiculous, flailing my tongue around in the air, and
she laughed more.

‘Freeze, slut’

I stopped with my mouth open and my tongue out.

‘That’s it’, she said, as she laid the hard plastic tip
across the top of my tongue. She slid it around on my
out-stretched tongue, and again I tried to capture it
in my mouth. But she was waiting for me to do so, and
laughed as she deftly pulled it away. ‘The little slut
wants the cock in his mouth pretty bad, doesn’t he?’
The words brought back some of our fun and games from
days gone by, and sent a shiver of anticipation down my
spine. How long had it been since she teased me about
putting a cock in my mouth? How many times had we
played this game? When I didn’t reply, she asked again,
‘Doesn’t he?’ I nodded, but that wasn’t going to do.
‘Tell me, slut.'

I answered, ‘yes, I do.'

‘Yes you do what, slut?’

‘Yes, I want the cock in my mouth pretty bad.'

‘The slut thinks I would want to see him with a cock in
his mouth?’

‘Yes, I think you do. I think you want me to do it.’

‘Hmmm, I suppose if you wanted to prove what a little
cock-sucking slut you are, I might be inclined to
watch.’

With that, she brought the tip back to my lips, but as
I reached for, she again kept it just out of reach. The
best I could do was to close my lips on the very tip,
or to slide my tongue along the underside. Every time I
would tire, she would bring it back to my lips and I’d
try again. After several minutes of this, she asked,
‘Am I frustrating my little slut?’

‘Yes’

‘What does the slut want?’

‘I want my mouth filled with your cock.’

‘How bad?’

‘Bad. Please, may I suck on your cock? I really want
it.’

‘Want it, slut?’

‘Yes, and I need it. I need to suck it. I need to show
you how far I’ll go. Please let me show you.’

‘But I already know, I’ve known for years. Is there
anything more that you can prove, slut?’

‘Test me. Tell me what to do. Do anything to your slut.
I’ll show you whatever you want to see. I’ll go along
with whatever you want to try. Just please let me suck
on your cock.’

‘Of course you will, slut. What choice do you have?’
And with that she put the dildo to my lips. She didn’t
push it in; she just held it there and let me wrap my
lips around it.

Then she let me draw it in until it I had as much as I
could take. My cheeks were sunken in as I pulled on it,
and I tried to let it touch the back of my throat
without gagging. It wasn’t all that large in diameter,
but it was hard and smooth and it felt good in my
mouth.

I sucked hard on it, trying to show her what a good
slut I was.

‘Oh my, the slut does like a mouth full of cock,
doesn’t he?’

I nodded as she grabbed the end and started sliding it
back out of my mouth. I resisted with as much vacuum as
I could generate until it was almost out, and was
relieved when she plunged it right back in. She got a
steady rhythm going, back and forth into my mouth. My
shoulders were aching from being bound so long, and to
relieve the pressure I slid back just enough so that my
chin was supported on the mattress.

In that position, she worked the dildo back and forth
in my mouth, and I sucked for all I was worth, to show
her what a good slut I was. The first time I watched
the video of this, I was literally horrified at how I
had acted in front of another guy, but at the time I
was into the abuse and loving every second of it.

Then suddenly she pulled the dildo from my mouth.

‘No!’

But it was no use. I lay there panting, wishing she
hadn’t stopped so abruptly. But then I felt something
new at my lips. It was much larger, and made of a firm
rubberized like material that wasn’t totally rigid, but
stood out straight nonetheless. I snaked out my tongue
along the underside, and found the edge of a mushroom
shaped head, confirming my suspicion. It was another
dildo, shaped like a real cock.

‘Would you like the real thing, slut?’

‘Yes, please.’

‘Are you sure? This would be like sucking on a real
man. And it would be on video.’

It had been years since we had such a dildo in the
house, and I realized I wanted it in my mouth bad. More
than that, I wanted her to see me suck it, regardless
of the video camera she just reminded me of. ‘Yes, I
want you to see me sucking on that dick.’

With that she plunged it into my mouth as far as she
could. No teasing this time, just straight in. It was
much larger and therefore much more difficult to
accommodate, and when it hit the back of my throat I
was almost overcome by a gag reflex. She held it there,
almost cruelly, while I tried to adjust, and behind the
velvet eye covers I could feel my eyes tear up from the
intensity of the reflex. After a few moments, and with
great effort, I was able to relax and accept this
monster cock deep in the back of my mouth. It wasn’t
entirely comfortable, but I wasn’t going to back down.
If this is what she wanted,

I was hers to use.

‘Hold it there and don’t let it move slut.’

With that she let go and stepped away. With my eyes
covered, I had no way to know how much of the cock was
sticking out of my mouth, but the inside of my mouth
was very full, and it was very difficult to swallow. I
concentrated on holding the cock as ordered, while she
rummaged through her bag once again. Then I felt her on
the bed beside me, and a moment later I jumped at the
cold shock of liquid landing between my buttocks. It
was obviously a lubricant, and it was cold, and she
poured it directly on my anus. When I jumped the cock
in my mouth slipped out some, and I worked hard at
sucking it back into the position she left it.

The coolness of the lubricant served as a reminder of
how exposed my ass was. Her fingers slipped into my
crack and started rubbing the lube into my asshole. The
feeling was fantastic, and intensified when she let her
hands drift down and her sharp fingernails slid across
my swollen testicles. She was then quickly back at my
anus, and without prelude slid a finger well into my
ass.

I initially lurched forward at the intrusion, then
responded by pushing back as best I could against the
exploring finger. I could feel her other knuckles
against my ass, and realized her finger was buried as
deep as it would go. My breathing became labored, and
with my mouth filled to capacity with hard rubber cock,
my efforts to breath through my nose became noisy and
ragged.

My wife started working her finger in and out, and I
moved with her every motion. She paused momentarily,
but it was only to line up a second finger, and then I
had two thrusting into me. As I said before, I am very
susceptible to anal stimulation, and this open abuse of
my ass had me in pure heaven. I truly was a slut as I
moved against her fingers, all the time sucking
brazenly on a mouthful of hard cock.

When she went to three fingers I was almost out of
control, and I was trying to get contact against my own
cock any way I could. It was no longer possible to
breath only though my nose, and I was f***ed to let the
cock in my mouth slip out far enough so that I could
breath around it. I laid my head to one side,
intentionally facing the camera, and quickly devised a
method of letting it slip out far enough to get a
breath, then quickly sucking it back in deeply until I
needed another. I repeated this process over and over,
as the assault on my ass continued.

Sensing that I was reaching a limit, my wife suddenly
stopped with all three fingers at their deepest point.
She held perfectly still as I tried desperately to
catch my breath, with the big rubber cock half in and
half out of my mouth so that I could draw air around
it. She wiggled her fingers, tickling my prostate, and
I groaned loudly as my body suddenly went rigid. This
brought a laugh from her, and she pulled her fingers
all the way out.

‘You are a hot little slut, but I see you couldn’t
follow simple little instructions to hold that cock in
your mouth.’

I quickly sucked it back in as far as it would go, and
this brought another laugh from her. Without warning,
she pushed a dildo into my ass, and I realized it was
probably the one in my mouth earlier. It wasn’t as big
around as three of her fingers, but it went much deeper
and I let out a low moan as it reached into places that
hadn’t been touched in years. Once deeply embedded, she
left it and moved back up to my head. ‘Let’s see if you
can hold that in place a little better.’

I nodded and turned my head down to use the mattress to
f***e the cock in my mouth as deep as I could make it
go. Then I turned my blindfolded face back towards her,
hoping to get approval.

‘Not bad, slut, but you still disappointed me.’

She let the comment hang, which let me know I needed to
try and make it up any way I could. I was desperately
turned on, and willing at this point to do anything.
Her hands closed around the cock in my mouth and she
started to work it in and out. It was huge, and as she
plunged it back and forth, and spun it around, I had to
work pretty hard to effectively suck it like the little
slut she wanted me to be. My mouth was stretched, and
now my ass was stretched, and discomfort became
pleasure, as I allowed myself to be willingly used.

She pulled the cock out so that only the tip was at my
lips, and I eagerly worked my tongue around the helmet.
I knew the shape well from my own cock, and it was
exciting to explore it with my mouth.

‘The slut likes having a dildo shaped like a real man’s
cock, doesn’t he?’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘Now you know how I feel when I have your big cock in
my mouth, don’t you slut?’

‘Yes I do, and I envy you’

‘Because I get to suck a real man’s cock?’

I couldn’t believe I was saying this. ‘Yes.’

She worked the cock into my mouth a few times, then
brought it back out and watched as

I again eagerly attacked it with my lips and tongue.
‘That I would like to see, my little slut sucking on a
real man’s cock.’

I didn’t reply, instead I just kept licking the
mushroom head in front of me. Her breathing had
changed, and I realized she was getting turned on by
the conversation and whatever thoughts it generated in
her head. Foolishly, I thought that control of the
situation might be shifting a little to my side, and I
wondered how to exploit it. At the time I had no idea
how wrong I was.

‘Would my slut do that for me?’

It was an open-ended question. We had treaded on these
waters many times in our past fantasies together,
sometimes plunging all the way in, other times just
touching on the fringes and moving off in other
directions when the mood wasn’t exactly right. Thinking
back to her earlier comment on testing limits, I was
pretty certain that tonight she wanted to explore it
deeply. For my own part, I was in a totally depraved
mood and ready to serve her any way I could. ‘Your slut
would love to suck a real man’s cock for you.’

She drew a breath and I could sense her squirm. I had
guessed right. ‘My slut would do that for me? You would
let me watch, and let me film it?’

‘I would do that for you, but only if you watched. I
would suck a man’s cock on film, if the humiliation of
doing so is what you want from this little slut. How
can I tell you no?

I’ll do whatever you ask.’

‘So you wouldn’t want to do it for yourself. The slut
is willing to put on a show, but is not turned on by
the idea?’

I did not intentionally imply this, and thought about
it for a moment. The feeling of the big rubber cock in
my mouth made for a strong memory, and I tried to
decide if I was answering truthfully or playing along
as I said, ‘The feeling of my tongue on this cock head
is intense. I love it. If it was a real one, it could
only be better. It would really turn me on to suck a
real man’s cock in front of you.’

She let out a low moan of satisfaction as she fed the
big rubber cock back into my mouth.

This time she moved it around gently, coming nearly all
the way out before going back in, letting me love on it
with my lips and tongue right in front of her. The
situation was pretty intense. I was tied down spread-
eagled on the bed, with my naked ass high and exposed
and stuffed full of dildo. I was wearing women’s nylons
and garters. I was blindfolded, and my lovely wife was
gently feeding me a large, realistic rubber cock. My
shoulders and neck ached from my position, and the
leather cuffs, though lined with velvet, chafed at my
wrists, but I didn’t care. I had slipped into new
depths of depravity, and was totally caught up in the
imagery my wife was leading me through.

Pulling the cock head back to my lips, she asked,
‘You’d suck a real cock for me, slut?’

‘Yes, I would.’

‘Tell me what you want.’

I thought about that for a moment as I licked the cock
head in front of me. ‘A young, straight stud, not a gay
guy. Someone who, like me, is so turned on by you he’d
do anything. I’d want him to have a large dick and a
f***eful personality to dominate me with, to humiliate
me in front of you.’

‘Humiliate you how, slut?’

‘By using me, for his own pleasure, any way he so
decided, right in front of you.’

‘You know I really want to see that, don’t you slut?’

‘I know now.’

‘I want to make it happen.’

‘Then go find the stud.’

‘What if I did, slut? What if I walked right out of
this room, found the first willing guy, and brought him
back with me? What would you do then?’

Her breathing was becoming ragged. I had the feeling
one of her hands was busy in her pussy as I answered,
‘I’d suck his dick for you.’

She moaned again, ‘How would it happen?’

‘Once he saw me like this, I think it would be pretty
obvious that I was ready to be used.’

‘You’re right. There could be little doubt about
that.’

‘If you helped to remove his pants, and then got him
into the right position, I would do the rest. I’d find
his cock with my mouth and service it for you to see.’

‘You’d suck a man’s cock in front of me slut?’

‘Only in front of you. I’d worship his cock with my
mouth, and lick his balls. I’d take him as deep as I
could, and try to get every last inch in my mouth,
until I could feel his hair against my nose. I’d let
him fuck my face, and I’d let you see it all.’

She was literally panting now, and finding it hard to
speak. ‘You’d like it slut?’

‘I’d love it. Please let me do it for you. Please let
me suck a real man’s cock.”

‘Would you want him to cum, slut?’

‘Oh God yes, I’d want to feel him pump his cum down my
throat. I’d suck him dry and swallow every last drop.

‘I want to see that slut. I want to see a man cum in
your mouth. You’d really do that for me?’

‘Yes. I would suck him until his cum poured down my
throat. For you.’

‘There’s only one problem with that, slut.’

This caught me by surprise, ‘What problem?’

She was panting hard now, rubbing the hard rubber cock
back and forth across my lips, ‘If he came in your
mouth, he wouldn’t be able to fuck your virgin ass for
me.’

With my love for anal stimulation, hearing those words
was like an aphrodisiac to me. I wriggled my ass,
trying to increase the stimulation from the dildo, but
there was nothing to push against. I drove my mouth
down hard on the cock in front of me before answering,
‘I could get him hard again.'

She liked that answer. ‘You would do that for me, slut?
Just so I could see him fuck your ass?’

‘Yes.’

‘How?’

‘I’d suck his cock and balls until he got hard again.
If that didn’t work fast enough, I’d have you turn him
around and then lick his asshole. No man can resist
that.’

She groaned, ‘You’d do that, slut?’

‘Yes, I’d eat his asshole, just like the little slut I
am.’

‘Oh God, I’d like to see that.’

‘Then go find me a stud. Bring him here and let me show
you what I can do to another man. Let me make your
dreams come true.’

‘You’d do that, slut?’ she asked, gasping for air.

I was totally into the scene as I licked the cock head
in front of me. ‘I’d do it right now.

Please find me a man’s cock to suck. Please find me a
man’s ass to eat. Please.’

She dropped the rubber cock and I heard it hit the
floor. She wrapped her arm around my head and f***ed my
mouth to her breast. No sooner had I clamped down on
her nipple, then she exploded in orgasm. Her weight
fell against me, pushing my head backwards into a
painful position, but I was not about to complain and
deter from the intensity of her pleasure.

After a minute she fell to the floor with a moan. She
kissed me deeply as she tried to catch her breath, then
she brought her cum soaked fingers to my lips and had
me clean them off. Gradually she came back to reality,
and gently stroked my face. ‘You have no idea of the
monster you’ve released, slut.’
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I did not really know what she meant, and had little
time to ponder it. My dick was throbbing, and I was
turned on to the point that concentrated thought was
impossible. She rose and knelt beside me on the bed,
and I felt her push the dildo deeper into my ass. It
was a vibrating dildo, and for the first time she
turned it on. It was deep in my ass, laid up against my
prostate, and the vibrations caused an involuntary body
response. I went rigid and let out a deep guttural
sound, which turned into a long moan. My body started
jerking, almost in convulsions, as I tried to adjust to
the intense stimulations.

She was back at my head, and kissed me again. ‘You
ready for more, slut? You ready to go to the next
level?’

I was really having trouble concentrating. Next level?
‘Whatever you want, I’ll do it.'

She stroked my face a moment, kissed me lightly, and
then pulled away. I was a panting and eager slut when
she brought the cock back to my mouth again. I don’t
know if it was the different texture, the moisture on
the tip, or the slight musky odor, but as it rubbed
across my lips I suddenly realized that this was not
the rubber cock again. I reeled away in shock, pulling
back as hard as I could against my restraints. How
could this be? Who was this? Oh my God, how long had he
been here?

I was terrified, and as he made contact with my lips
again, I turned my face away. He grabbed my face on
either side, and then I was sure. These were a man’s
hands, not my wife’s. He tried to hold my head and
bring his cock to my lips, but I still resisted wildly.
Despite the depravity of the evening, despite the wild
fantasy indulgence, despite the nylons on my legs and
the dildo buzzing in my ass, I wasn’t ready for this.
Every time his cock touched my lips, I found a way to
pull away. Now even my wife was holding my head, but
still I resisted. It was getting pretty rough, and my
neck was growing tired, when suddenly they stopped.

The hands left my face and my head dropped to the
mattress, facing straight down, and I felt momentarily
protected. Suddenly my wife was at my ear, but her
manner had changed. ‘Please baby, it’s OK,’ she
whispered softly. ‘I really want you to do this, and I
think you want it to. It’s really OK, baby. I’ve wanted
to see you do this ever since I tried to get you to go
down on Jeff.’

My mind locked in on that instantly. That was so long
ago, before we had k**s, and even though it had never
occurred to me before, I knew exactly what she was
talking about. We were with our friends, Robin and
Jeff, and we were all drinking a lot of beer and
tequila. A friendly card game turned into strip poker,
and we were all eventually naked.

With no clothes left, the rules had changed. The winner
of each hand got to make a demand of the loser, and
they couldn’t resist. A couple of rounds went by, and
they resulted in mild kissing and fondling of breasts.
But then I won, and my wife lost, and I knew what I
wanted, and I was just d***k enough to go for it.

She didn’t even blink when I stated that my wish was to
see her go down on Jeff. He worked out constantly and
was buff, and I knew from our shared fantasies that she
had often thought of him in sexual ways. For myself, I
had always held close a fantasy to see my wife suck
another guy’s dick.

She slid her chair right over to Jeff’s, then had him
push his own back from the table so I could see what
she was doing. She knew I wanted to watch. She kissed
him on the lips, and then started kissing across his
muscular chest. I looked over at Robin to gauge her
reaction, but she wasn’t even aware of me. She was
staring glassy eyed as her right hand absently caressed
her left breast.

My wife worked her way down his body and sucked his
cock into her mouth. She sucked him in deeply, and he
closed his eyes and laid his head back in pleasure. It
was quite a sight, this muscular stud naked and
reclined as my wife sucked his cock. She worked on him
awhile, then pulled off and started licking his length.

Then she laid her head against his belly, turned to
face me, and with her tongue against the top of his
cock, she pointed his hard cock directly at me. It was
not as big as mine, but it was impressive in size and
shape, and it glistened in the light from the moisture
her mouth left behind. She continued to point it at me
as she licked him and stared directly into my eyes. She
arched her eyebrows a couple of times in question, then
after a few minutes she went back to giving Jeff head.

It was so clear now, that which had never occurred to
me before. She was offering me a chance to join her, to
help her give Jeff a blowjob.

It was a stunning revelation, and it actually turned me
on to finally see it. Many times we had talked about
that night as we made love, and she had never mentioned
it.

My wife continued to whisper in my ear, ‘It’s OK, baby.
It’ll be fun. I need this, it’s OK.’

But my mind was elsewhere for the moment. Over the
years, how many times had I fantasized about this? From
the first time she thought I had fooled around with
Tim, the thought turned me on as much as it did her.
How many times after the night with Jeff and

Robin, when I was traveling and alone, with enough
drink in me to lower my inhibitions, did I fantasize
about Jeff? To be honest, my most depraved fantasies
involved him and the first hard dick besides my own I
had seen, and always led to intense masturbation.

In my darkest moments, my favorite scenario for years
was having Jeff corner me in one of the normally
deserted access tunnels at work, telling me how he saw
me staring at his dick that night, and how he would
tell everyone if I didn’t cooperate with what he
wanted. There were many nights over the years when I
thought about what it would be like to feel his
muscular chest, his washboard stomach, his tight
buttocks, and his rock hard cock.

And there were other fantasies, often following similar
make believe sessions with my wife, when she’d bring up
the name of someone young and good looking that she
knew I could visualize. And there were nights when I
even looked at gay porn on the internet and found it
arousing, jerking off in the process. So what was the
problem now?

It wasn’t a matter that it didn’t turn me on, because
it did. It wasn’t that I hadn’t thought about doing it,
I had. The realization that my dick had remained rock
hard through the whole event stood in testament to
that, and I was certain that it was due to more than
the buzzing dildo in my ass.

And then it dawned on me. I was simply afraid. Afraid
of what it said about me. Afraid that somehow it might
get out and affect my work, or my life with my f****y.
Afraid of what it said about my manhood. As I listened
to my wife whisper in my ear, clearly wanting this to
happen, I wondered what there was to be afraid of. Here
was a chance I had often jumped at in my imagination.
My wonderful wife was with me. She set it up, and she
wanted it to happen. If this chance passed, it would
never occur again, and I suddenly knew I did not want
that to happen. I knew I really wanted to do this.

The stiffness in my neck testified to how long we had
been at this when I lifted my head once again. For me,
the room was still jet-black, but I knew he was there.
I didn’t know who he was, I didn’t know how my wife had
found him, but I knew he was waiting, most certainly
with a hard-on, for me to be a slut. So I simply
pointed my face straight-ahead and opened my mouth.

‘Oh, yes baby. That’s it. Be my little slut. Oh, yes.
Oh, yes.’

Then her demeanor switched back, and she immediately
took control again. ‘It looks like the little slut is
ready.'

He was still there, and he was still hard. I felt his
cock brush my lips, and I reached forward with my mouth
to close the deal before I had a chance to change my
mind. He had other plans, however. Now that he was in
control, he wanted to tease me. He rubbed his hard cock
all over my face, and avoided every effort by me to get
my mouth on it. It was clear his cock was as big as
mine, and that excited me more, fueling my efforts. But
he wouldn’t give in.

At best I could get the head of his cock against my
lips, and touch the tip with my tongue. This went on
for a while, and my frustration level grew. Finally he
was holding still directly in front of me, and with my
extended tongue I could feel the outline of his
mushroom head. My wife was breathing heavily into my
ear as I tried to hook the tip of my tongue under the
edge of the head and pull it to my mouth.

‘Please. Let me suck your cock. Please. I need it.’

That was all he needed, to hear me beg. My humiliation
spurred him on, and he grabbed either side of my head
and simply slid his hard cock into my mouth. Deeper and
deeper it went, until it hit the back of my throat. My
lips closed around it with greed, and I let out a low,
long groan of satisfaction. He held it there, and my
tongue did a quick exploration. It was certainly as
long as mine, but thicker, judging from the feel of it.
It wasn’t as thick as the rubber cock had been, which
actually made it a more comfortable fit.

What really stood out was the heat. All the toys my
wife had used on my mouth over the years were cold. His
cock was hot, very hot, and it was intoxicating to feel
another man’s heat in my mouth. My wife was at my ear,
“Oh my God, you little slut. Oh, my God.’ I could feel
my cheeks hollow out as I sucked deeply. This was good,
and I knew this memory would be permanently burned into
my consciousness.

He started to slide back out, and gave a sharp jump
when I caught him with a tooth. Thus

I learned my first lesson of cock sucking, that the
dildos and rubber cocks could never teach me. Be
careful with the teeth. He paused for a moment, then
slid the rest of the way out, then back in. It was
incredible. He then pulled halfway out, and I opened my
mouth wide, letting him simply lay on my tongue. I
could feel the energy in him pulsing in his cock head,
as I felt my wife move around to get a look.

‘You little slut. You don’t know how much you turn me
on. Love that cock. Suck it for me slut. Show me how
bad you’ve wanted this. Show me how hard it was to wait
so many years to do what you knew you wanted, what you
knew you were made to do.’

My mouth closed around him, and I tried my best to put
on a show. My ass was still high and full of vibrating
dildo. The nylons were silky as I squirmed on the
sheets. My mouth was stretched around a big, hot cock,
and I loved it. It was pure sensory overload, and as I
felt my wife get up I wondered why I had ever resisted.
I could hear her messing with the video camera and I
had no doubt that a close-up of me with a face full of
real man meat was being preserved on tape. Then I felt
her get on the bed, and then straddle my back. She
planted her pussy on my lower back, and I could feel
her wetness. Then she pressed her breasts against my
shoulder blades as she leaned into my ear from behind.

‘That’s it slut. Suck that hard dick. It looks so
incredible in your mouth. Suck it, slut.

Show me how bad you’ve wanted this. Show him what a
good little slut you are.’

I sucked wildly as she kept the running commentary
going.

‘That’s good, that’s so good slut. Finally, a big hard
cock in your virgin mouth. I’ve waited so long. You’re
mine slut. Now you’ll do whatever I say. Now I know you
have no limits. Your life is forever changed. Suck it,
slut. Suck it for me.’

She ground her pussy into my back and her arousal was
affecting her deeply, and she alternated between urging
me own and a****listic grunts. He had started fucking
my face with a steady rhythm, holding me head steady in
both hands, and I offered him a willing, unresisting
mouth. His intensity was building, and he was no longer
concerned about my comfort, as his big dick slammed
into my throat opening. I was new to this, and it was
hard not to gag as tears once again welled up under the
velvet, but I offered no resistance.

I wanted to be used. My body went slack under my
slithering wife, and I let him use my mouth for his
pleasure. Her fingers came around on either side of me
face to my lips, and she felt the hard cock pummeling
in and out of my mouth.

‘That’s so good slut. Let him have you. Serve him.
Serve him, slut. Oh, God that cock in your mouth is so
beautiful. Take him, slut, let him use your mouth.’

Her breathing was coming up short now. ‘I can feel it
slut, I can feel his cock fucking your face.’

With that, she erupted in orgasm, rubbing along my back
with abandon as she kissed the side of my face and
reached under me to pull at my nipples. I was vaguely
aware of the discomfort of my body caused by my
position, accented by her weight suddenly collapsing on
me, but I remained focused on the hard cock working
back and forth in my mouth. My stud was now breathing
rapidly himself, pulling his hard cock completely out
of my mouth before slamming back in to the willing
hole, and his grip in my hair was tightening.

I was getting the hang of this, and now I could feel
the firmness of his belly against my nose every stroke
as he slammed his cock all the way into my mouth. The
feel of his pubic hair on the underside of my nose gave
me a perverted sense of pride, and I tried to relax
even more as this assault on my face picked up in
tempo.

He was beyond caring about me; I was just a warm, wet
hole to use. He was slamming into me almost viciously,
and I offered only willingness in return. I could not
even imagine being used like this, and it turned me on.
I knew I was now totally hooked on abuse and
humiliation, more than I ever thought before, and this
was the ultimate experience.

My wife was back at my ear, urging me on. ‘You’ve got
him all, slut. Every last inch. I don’t even think I
could do that, slut. You’re incredible. Wait until you
see this video, you’re incredible. You’re not going to
believe it. Oh my God, slut. Suck him, suck him. Let
him use you.’

Let him I did. He started to moan, to which she said,
‘Here it comes, slut. The moment you’ve been waiting
for. Suck him dry. Get ready. Get ready. You’re going
to love this. You were made to do this. Look at you go,
slut. Oh God, why did we wait so long.’

His moans became a single, low noise. He was now
pulling my hair and ears painfully.

His cock was moving back and forth very rapidly, going
all the way in, then all the way out. He had his rhythm
set, and he wasn’t letting up. Sweat dripped onto the
top of my head and splashed onto my shoulders. My lips
were sore, my tongue was simply trying to stay out of
the way, and my throat was open as I applied a
continuous suction while breathing noisily through my
nose. I knew a guy could swell before he comes, and for
the first time I felt it with my mouth. I almost quit
breathing.

Then with a cry, he shoved his cock all the way in. The
head was in my throat, his pubic hair was smashed
against my nose, and I experienced the incredible
sensation of his cock pumping cum down my throat. With
his cock buried so deep, swallowing was not an option,
it just happened. Over and over he pumped as he held my
head against his belly, and his cock seemed to have a
life of it’s own as it pulsed over and over in my
mouth.

Gradually he came down, and as he settled back to the
floor I realized he had been up on his toes. His hot
cock was still twitching, but already I could tell some
of the stiffness was fading, though it remained an
impressive mouthful.

He released his grip on my hair and ears, and the
relief I felt brought with it the surprise of pain I
was not even aware of. He pulled partially back, and
let his cock head lay on my tongue. My willing mouth
was held open, and I squirmed against the buzzing in my
ass, wishing once again that I could get some friction
against my own throbbing cock. As his breathing leveled
off, his cock continued to leak cum onto my tongue,
giving me the first real taste of it. The taste excited
me, and I held my mouth in the open position as my wife
moved around in front to see.

‘Did you like that, slut?’
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All I could do was nod as I began to lovingly work his
softening cock in my mouth. My mouth was sore, but I
didn’t want to lose it. It had all ended to quickly for
me, I realized.

He pulled out and I let go with reluctance. “No!’ But
as he released my head and I let it drop, I realized
how badly I needed to hang my head and give my sore
neck a break.

‘Did you like the feel of him cumming in your mouth?’

‘Yes.’

‘So you like being a cum slut?’

‘Yes, I love it.’

My wife lifted my head and kissed me, exploring my cum
stained mouth with her tongue.

‘You were awesome, slut.’

She let my head drop back to the mattress and stood. A
moment later, I felt her turn off the vibrator in my
ass, then slowly ease it out. For the first time in
quite a while, my body totally relaxed.

I lay for a while, trying to catch my breath. I was
aware of my wife and my stud whispering to each other,
and with the radio still playing I finally suspected
that she didn’t want me to be able to recognize his
voice. The distinct sound of drinks being made had me
wishing I had one for myself, but instead I was left
alone to rest in the darkness induced by my blindfold.
Cum sluts apparently were not worthy of drinks.

After a while I recognized the sound of kissing, which
left me feeling a bit jealous. I was acutely aware of
how outrageous that seemed under the circumstances, but
the feeling was there nonetheless.

By the time I heard them moving around again, I was
ready to be back in the middle of whatever action was
going on. I felt my stud’s hands on either side of my
head, which was lifted and presented with his now soft
cock. I eagerly accepted it into my mouth, and the
contrast to his previous hard state was fascinating.
His entire soft cock fit easily into my mouth, and my
tongue played in the folds of skin just under his head.

Gradually at first, and then with greater speed, it
grew inside my mouth. I sucked his cock as it went from
soft to hard, and it was one of the most exciting
sexual experiences ever. To feel his manly dick come to
life in my mouth gave me a sense of pride yet again,
and it didn’t take me long to have him totally hard. He
was a stud, and he was ready to put his slut to good
use again.

He whispered to my wife, then she was at my ear, ‘Nice
work, slut. Even though he’s hard and ready, he still
wants that special treatment you offered.'

This left me momentarily confused, until I felt him
back his bare ass into my face. I didn’t hesitate,
whoever this guy was, I was hungry for more of him. He
was evidently bent over, and I reached up and tried to
work my tongue between his ass cheeks. But I was too
low on the mattress, and bound as I was I couldn’t
reach the target. So he dropped to all fours, which
helped, but now I was too high and too tightly tied to
reach forward.

He got up again, and there was a sound of furniture
moving. After a minute, I felt the heat of his ass
pressing into my face. It seemed he was now laid across
a chair which put him at the perfect height, and I had
before me a feast I had scarcely ever imagined, and
wasn’t about to let get away.

I let my tongue drift down his crack, then back up,
intentionally stopping before I reached his asshole. It
was time for me to tease a little. Up and down I went,
as I heard my wife say, ‘Are you going to lick his
asshole, slut?’ I shook my head in the affirmative as I
continued to lick, skipping past his asshole down
towards his balls.

He was in a position that left him totally exposed, and
I wanted to take advantage of it. I could feel my nose
buried in the crack of his ass, and his butt cheeks
pressing on my facial cheeks, and the claustrophobic
feel of it was exciting.

‘Do it, slut. Lick his asshole for me. Let me see it.
Show me how much you love to eat man ass, slut.’

Her hands came down and spread his ass cheeks, opening
the way for me and, I suspected, making it easier for
her to see. With my eyes covered I could only imagine
the scene before me, and it turned me on. With my
tongue fully extended, I traced the tip of it up from
his balls until I felt it rake across his asshole. I
was rewarded by a lurch of his body and a low groan
from my wife.

‘That’s it, slut. Lick that manly asshole.’

I licked all around the rim, then back across the
middle, then around the other way. Every time my tongue
touched the center of his asshole, he jumped. ‘That’s
it, slut that’s it. Show him how good it feels. He told
me he’s never had his asshole eaten before. If he likes
it, I told him he could have my little cum slut lick
his hole any time he wants.’

That spurred me on, and I went after his ass in
earnest. I tried to drive my tongue up into his
asshole, but with only limited success. He liked my
efforts, however, and pushed back against my face to
help. I felt my wife’s fingers come in, and I licked
her fingers and his asshole at the same time.

He was moaning and writhing about as my tongue worked
on his delicious ass. Then my wife dipped her
fingertips into his hole, and spread him open for me. I
pushed my tongue in between her fingers, and managed to
get into his asshole a little ways, working my tongue
in and out in rapid motions. When she suddenly let go,
his anus closed on the tip of my tongue, and I held it
there as long as I could before the muscles did their
job and rejected me.

I felt my wife get up, and then his own hands came back
to spread his cheeks. My lips circled around his hole,
and I pulled as much suction as I could as my tongue
worked at the opening. ‘Oh my God, slut, if only your
powerful buddies at the office could see you now.’
Bound and tied, in women’s nylons and garter, wantonly
eating the ass of some stud. She was right, what if
they could see me now.

‘I do have a video, slut. Who knows who might see it?
Do you care? Is it enough to make you give up that hot
ass and quit now?’

I shook my head no and kept sucking. My stud was
grinding back against my face and groaning
continuously. There was no way I was going to give it
up.

‘You’re making him crazy, slut. You and your magic
tongue. Lick that man ass slut. Eat him like the little
cum slut you are.’

He was getting very agitated, and I was relentless in
my attack on his delicious asshole. I didn’t want it to
end, but he abruptly pulled away, spun around, and
jammed his rock hard cock into my mouth. It was a
willing hole, and I gave him free access to do as he
pleased. His ran his cock in and out a few times, and
then pulled out. When I felt his weight settle onto the
bed alongside my legs, I had no doubt what was coming
next.

‘You wouldn’t want us to waste that beautiful hard-on
when your virgin ass has been high and inviting to be
fucked all night, would you slut?’

There could be little question the thought made me
nervous, but likewise there could have been no doubt
that it would have come to this. I knew I had no
choice, it was going to happen. But I also knew I
wanted to do it. All I could do was shake my head no.

‘Would you like him to fuck you in the ass, slut?’

‘Yes.’

‘Are you sure? We could stop here, Lord knows you’ve
done enough’, she asked teasingly.

‘I want it.’

‘Want what, slut?’

‘I want him to fuck me in the ass. I want him to take
my cherry.’

‘Oh, I already took that years ago. But he can be your
first real man, if you really want it.’

‘I really do.’

‘I’m not convinced, slut. You don’t sound too sure of
yourself.’

‘I’m just nervous. I want it. Please, I want it bad. I
need to feel his cock in my ass. Please let him fuck
me.’

‘If you insist, slut.’

I felt her move onto the bed, and I knew she wasn’t
talking to me when I heard her say, ‘This I have to
see.'

I could feel him on the bed, kneeling between my legs,
and I knew that with the pillows under my crotch, and
my legs spread wide and tied down, he had an
unobstructed view of his goal. I buried my face in the
mattress and thought about how I must look to him,
actually happy to be so blatantly exposed and
available. My cock was hard and extended back, and I
wished he would simply touch it or stroke it. But he
made no move to do so. I was his slut to use, and he
owed me nothing.

The cold shock of lubricant once again being poured on
my ass made me jump, and I tensed for what was to
follow. ‘Oh slut, your ass looks so inviting, I wish I
could fuck you myself. He’s going to fill you full with
that big cock. I hope you can take it.’

With that I felt his cock line up in my crack and slide
greasily along between my buttocks. He seemed happy to
be simply sliding it back and forth through the crack
for the moment, covering it in lube. I could clearly
feel his size, and even though fingers and a dildo had
loosened up my anus, I couldn’t help but fear this
monster. Nevertheless, I wanted it, and I wanted it
bad.

‘That’s sexy, slut. You look good with a cock sliding
along your ass.’

With that he pulled back and rubbed his head across my
virgin hole. The contact made me jump, which brought a
chuckle. Then he lined up with my asshole, and pushed a
little.

‘Go slow, I want to see it all.'

My first instinct was to move away from this intrusion,
but then I got control and began to push back. I could
feel the pressure build as he pushed harder. ‘Oh, it’s
slipping in slut.'

I couldn’t really tell, as the head was still expanding
my anus and it simply came across as pressure. But then
the head slipped in and my ass closed around it, and
the feeling was intense.

Oh my God, slut, oh my God.’ Her breathing was as
labored as mine, as he held that position for a moment.
There was definitely some discomfort, but it was out-
weighed by the pleasure. After a couple of minutes, he
pushed forward, and with the head past my sphincter, he
moved into to me easily. He went in all the way, or so
I thought.

‘My God slut, you’ve got most of him in you. That’s one
big cock that’s buried in your ass. My God, my God.’

He withdrew, thankfully understanding the need to go
slow. Nearly all the way out, he came back in again,
nice and easy. He eased along like this for a few
minutes, and gradually I felt his hips come to rest
against my buttocks. Now I knew I had him all.

Nothing had ever filled me like this. As with my mouth
earlier, the heat of the b**st was an intense
sensation. I may have had a dildo in my ass as deep in
the past, but nothing as wide, and his cock had a life
to it that no plastic or rubber dildo could match. The
feel of it rubbing past my prostate was electric, and I
quickly went from mild discomfort to pure unadulterated
pleasure. My ass was as full as it could be, and I
loved it.

I felt his hands grab me at the sides, above my hip
bones, and he began to fuck my ass with a steady
rhythm. I had my face buried in the bed and I lost
myself as I released my body to the pleasure. As his
thrusts became more f***eful, I became more willing.
Over and over he plowed into my ass, and I was meeting
every stroke.

My wife was at my head now, talking to my ear, which
was bouncing forward with every thrust.

‘It’s beautiful, slut. He’s fucking your ass good. You
should see this monster sliding into your asshole. I
don’t know where you are putting it, slut, but you are
good. This is hot, so hot. Tell me you like it, slut,
tell me.’

I could hardly speak, as I stammered out, ‘I love it,
oh God I love it.’

‘Louder slut, I want to be sure it’s on the video.’

Much louder, I said ‘I love his huge cock up my ass.
Thank you, baby, thank you. Watch him fuck me baby, oh
God watch him fuck me.’

She took my head in both hands and lifted it up,
bringing a cock shaped dildo to my mouth. It took a
moment to register that she had put on a strap-on
dildo, and she was now letting the motion of my body
from his thrusts cause the dildo to slide in and out of
my mouth. I lapped at the dildo as best I could under
the circumstances, licking and sucking with wild
abandon.

‘The slut likes it from both ends. We’ll have to
remember that for next time.’

Those words spurred me on as I serviced a rubber cock
with my mouth and a real live man cock with my ass. I
was being used on a grand scale, on video, and loving
every second of it.

He suddenly pulled up and stopped moving in my ass. I
couldn’t accept this and started working myself back
and forth on his shaft as best I could. This caught my
wife’s attention, and I could tell they were both
watching as I degraded myself, trying hard to ride a
cock that I clearly could not get enough of.

Then he fell forward onto my back, his weight coming
down on me. This f***ed the cock out of my mouth as my
head was pushed down over the edge of the mattress. The
heat and weight of him on top of me was exhilarating as
I felt his hips began to pump. He slid his hands under
my body and forward and gripped my shoulders, driving
me back as his hips shoved forward. I could hear the
heavy breathing of my wife as his hips picked up speed,
and I could tell she was masturbating as she watched.
He drove into me harder and harder until it was almost
an act of v******e, and my uplifted ass met every
stroke.

‘Fuck my ass, you big stud. Fuck me hard. Yes, fuck me
hard,’ I shouted.

The sweat was pooling between us, as I heard the rhythm
of his breathing change. He was about to fill me, and I
was ready for it. His cadence was relentless, until
finally he stretched forward hard with a low, long
groan. For the second time tonight, I felt his cock
swell and then I felt his cum boiling out into my ass.
He held it in, buried to the hilt, as spasm after spasm
swept down the length of his glorious cock. His body
was taut, and his grip on my shoulders was painful, but
I could only feel his cum fill my ass. I became vaguely
aware of my wife panting at my head, obviously coming
down from her own orgasm. I bit the covers as she
whispered in my ear, ‘You are such a cum slut, such a
beautiful cum slut.’

He began to stroke in and out again as he came down,
and I had the marvelous feeling of his dick softening
in my ass. Even as it softened it moved easily in me;
my ass was opened up, well lubricated, and willing.
Then he pulled out and rolled over onto the bed next to
me, and the rush of cool air on my soaking back was
refreshing.

Gradually we all came down from the high, and I had the
odd thought that I had often read of people who came
without contact from being so turned on. I was
definitely turned on to the maximum, but my throbbing
cock bore testimony to the fact that I still needed
release.

After a few minutes, my wife kissed me without a word,
then got up and I could hear her kissing him. He got
off the bed, and then I heard the shower start. The two
of them got in, and I could hear laughing and talking
over the sound of the water. Once again, jealousy awoke
within me, and once again, I was keenly aware of how
ridiculous that was. When they came out of the shower,
my wife laid her wet head on the small of my back with
her feet obviously to the side of the bed.

It didn’t take long for the sounds and the movements to
make it clear what was happening, the stud was eating
her pussy. She rolled her head around on my back, using
me as a pillow. Over the years I suspect I may have
gone down on her no less than a thousand times, it was
one of my favorite pastimes. So it took no great effort
on my part to follow her through her cycles simply by
sound effects, building steadily until she finally let
go in a thundering orgasm. The sounds, and the pleasure
they brought, were so familiar that I may as well been
going down on her myself.

It wasn’t much longer before the stud left, swinging
the door wide for the third time since I had been tied
down naked, blindfolded, in women’s nylons. This time I
hardly cared at all.

Later that night, before we drifted off to sl**p, I had
to ask, as I lay there in nylons my wife made me put
back on after my own shower. Not surprisingly, she
refused to tell me who the stud was, or even how she
had arranged this tryst. As I drifted off to sl**p, she
made one last comment that brought me back wide awake.

‘You know slut, he’s someone who knows you and sees you
from time to time. From now on, when you walk around
town, it will be with the knowledge that every guy you
see or talk to may be the one that fucked your brains
out.’

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Posted by carseller0822
4 years ago    Views: 996
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6 months ago
she planned the whole scenario out very well. liked the fact that he knew nothing about the other guy till he was begging for it. totally hot story.
1 year ago
well told, ending was hot about who he was, but earlier you said he watched the video. besides it should have been his old college roommate.
4 years ago
i liked the story, a big turn on. but i have to say it bothers me that she holds that video over him for blackmail. i mean for most of the story i thought this was all just for fun and fantasy, away from the kids. but doing something like that, i have no interest.
4 years ago
Do not know about car seller,but a very good story teller you certainly are. if the story! is taken from real life you are truly gifted.
biguy26
retired
4 years ago
I wish my wife would do that to me
4 years ago
Dear gods, only got half way so far & a massive load emptied.
4 years ago
wow that was good