As Tom stood up, Inna's hands urgently fumbled with his belt buckle. She had previously heard me describe how thick Tom's cock was, but as it emerged from his pants, her eyes were wide with surprise. She kissed and licked the head, her eyes locked with Tom's as I watched on invisible to them both. Soon she was chocking down every thick hard inch of him. He groaned with delight. He tightened his grip on her hair and began thrusting his cock down the back of her throat. I zoomed in on her face to catch the mascara dripping down from her tearing eyes as she gagged on my husband.
I walked up behind Tom and tried kissing the back of his neck. He shot me a glare and after a beat said, "Go dress. Cuffs, collar, lead." I was taken aback. Inna knew nothing of my kink life and tonight she'd already learned more than I had ever planned on. "Go dress. Cuffs, collar, lead," Tom repeated. I stepped back into the bedroom and opened "The Drawer." There the black leather collar & chain lead along with the matching black leather wrist & ankle cuffs were already laid out. I reluctantly put them on and returned to the living room. Tom was now laying seated on the near end of the couch. Inna was nowhere in sight.
"Tom, I haven't told Inna anything about...."
"You said to dress in the cuffs, collars, & lead."
"And what are you wearing?"
I looked down at myself. "Oh." I took off the chemise, bra, & panties. Tom took my leash in hand and pulled me down to my knees. He handed me the camera as Inna returned from the bathroom. She was stunningly beautiful, having straightened the dress and reapplied her makeup. If she even noticed me there on the floor in nothing but leather and chains, she certainly didn't show it as she walked right past me and sat on my husband's lap. Wrapped in an intimate embrace, they began making out again and I felt despair coming over me. I lifted the camera and resumed taking photos of their blissful affection. Looking through the viewfinder, I noticed something written on her shoulder in marker, "Daddy's Little Angel." As she shifted position to reach for Tom's cock, I saw on her back the words, "Daddy's Princess." I crawled forward for a closer look and there on her thigh was written, "Daddy's Favourite." Tears began welling up in my eyes. I quickly held the camera up in front of my face to hide them.
Tom was rock hard again and Inna began rubbing his dick against the outside of her glistening wet pussy. Finally, she swung her leg around, straddling him, leaned forward enough to slide my husband's thick cock into her tight hungry cunt. She moaned ecstatically leaning back onto it as he thrust upwards inside her. I could feel the pool of liquid beneath me expanding as I snapped shot after shot of my husband furiously pounding into one of my closest friends right in front of me. She was whispering into his ear and I crawled closer hearing, "...all inside me. I want you to fill me up from behind. I want you to make me yours."
Tom lifted her up off of his cock and stood up. Taking her by the hand, he helped her up, then picked up the end of my leash. He led us both to the bedroom, her at his side, me being pulled behind them. He attached my leash to the bedpost and tossed her onto our bed. Climbing up next to her, he bent her over on all fours facing me. "So you want to be Daddy's special special girl, huh?" he asked Inna, twisting her hair tight in his grip and spanking her ass hard. "Yes, Daddy! Please do it! Make me yours!" she screamed directly into my face. Tom spread her legs and mercilessly impaled her with his massive hardon. "You want to be Daddy's cum-craving slut? Daddy's little cum dumpster?" I leaned against the footboard, capturing the humbling image of my husband taking Inna in our bed. "Breed me, Daddy! Please! I want you to knock me up!" she shouted.
"Jesus fucking christ!" I gasped. I couldn't resist any longer. With my free hand, I reached down and started rubbing my clit like mad. I glanced up to see Tom staring me directly in the eyes, he said to her, "Ready to be impregnated, slut? I'm making you my very best breeding cow. My thick hot cum coating your insides with new loads pumped in fresh daily. Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen year round, carrying one Irish twin after another." My first orgasm came in seconds, the following one just seconds after that, and so on three more times. He pulled her hair back hard. "That's what you want, you filthy fuckpig? To be my dumb blonde baby factory? The knocked-up bimbo I dump a fresh load of cum in every night?" I fell forward onto the bed, desperate to catch my breath. That's when I noticed Inna looking at me, or, more accurately, through me. She stared blankly at my face, tears streaming down her cheeks, her mouth agape screaming inaudibly, as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the footboard so hard that I thought it might break.
That's when I heard Tom's familiar grunting and his thrusting quickened. He released Inna's hair and lay down on top of her, sliding his arm under her throat, pinning her in place. Even as she struggled for breath, Inna turned her head back and slurred, "Please. Daddy. Put. A. Baby. In. My. Fuck. Hole." I met his gaze and nodded. "Do it, Daddy. Pump your hot fucking seed into this dumb blonde breeding bimbo." That pushed Tom right over the edge and he strained forward letting out a frightening bellow as he dumped a giant load of cum deep into her womb. He rolled off her onto the bed between us.
I disconnected my leash and crawled over to his cock. Covered in their juices, it smelled incredible and I immediately took it in my mouth, licking it clean. As I did, I watched Inna roll over on to her back to face him and they shared a kiss so intimate that it made my heart hurt a little. Then glancing down at me, she spread her legs wide, before returning to kissing Tom. "Some consolation prize," I thought to myself, but took it anyway, sliding between her legs to eat my husband's cum out of her cunt. She squeezed her muscles and the cum came pouring into my mouth. It tasted better than anything I've ever had in my life. As my tongue passed over her clit, she shivered and crossed her legs. I couldn't blame her, we were all a bit overstimulated. She got up and excused herself to the bathroom. Tom smiled at me and began playing with my hair. "Breeder fetish?" I said to him. "How many times have I told you, Marie. Deep inside, everyone's a weirdo."
I draped one of Tom's button-downs over myself and went to check on Inna. She had redressed herself in the clothes she wore out that night. "You don't have to go, you know. We'd love for you to stay." I reassured her. "No. No. I had way too much to drink tonight and with the hangover I have coming to me, I want to wake up in my own bed," she replied. After a beat she added, "Presuming I'm still alive, I'll call you for brunch when I get up." With that, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. I rode the elevator down with her in silence and luckily she caught a cab right outside our front door. I hurried back upstairs to find Tom passed out, so I shut out the lights and crawled into bed next to him.
The next day I got a call from Inna around 2pm. We met up for brunch and claimed the prior night was a complete blackout. "I remember going to the bar and then hanging out at your place for a little while. Was Tom taking pictures or something?" I smiled and played along. I told her that I was totally blacked out too, but vaguely remembered her doing a bit of drunken modeling. I told her I'd have Tom send her any pics he found, once they were downloaded off his camera. "Could you do it? And if there are any embarrassing shots, I don't want to see them; please just destroy them," she said pointedly. "Of course," I replied. A long moment of silence followed, broken when Inna finally said, "I am just so tired of boys, Marie. Where am I going to find a real man, like your Tom?"