My husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary this past weekend. Almost a week later I am still reeling from the events that transpired. It would be a vast understatement to say I was overwhelmed by my husband’s dirty mind and careful planning. In short, I was on the receiving end of fantasy fulfilment combined with punishment for an earlier transgression.
Our evening started without any hint of the exotic torture I would later endure. We had a spectacular dinner and I was looking forward to the show my husband said we were going to see. I assumed we would be seeing one of the popular musicals playing near our hotel so I was surprised when we returned to our suite immediately after dinner.
“I thought we were seeing a show.”
My husband smiled at me and held up a blindfold. “Well, one of us is seeing a show.” He moved behind me and secured the blindfold, robbing me of my sight completely. We were standing in the living room of our suite and he spun me slowly around before moving away, leaving me disoriented. I started to reach out my hands to get my bearings but he told me to be still. “I’d like you to do what I tell you tonight, including speaking only when spoken to.” His voice was kind as it always is, but sometimes I know I should just do what he tells me. Not because I’m in danger or he’s controlling, but because he’s got something in mind that I will enjoy. This was one of those times.
We sat in silence for a few moments and then there was a knock at the door. I listened closely as my husband greeted our guests, concluding quickly there were two of them, both men, and I didn’t know either one. I shivered at the thought of what my husband had in store for me and enjoyed the sensation of my nipples quickly hardening under my little black dress. I breathed deeply as the three of them walked past me, inhaling a hint of pleasing colognes.
Like you, horny reader, I have many fantasies, many of them still unfulfilled. However, it seemed some of them were about to be realized, including being fucked by a complete stranger and having two, maybe three holes filled simultaneously. Perhaps your fantasy is to watch your wife doing what I hoped to be doing that night. If so, consider carefully; she might just enjoy it a little too much. 😮
I heard them settle on the couch and chairs a few feet away, then my husband started giving me directions.
I love a slow tease, giving and receiving, so I couldn’t stop smiling as I slowly turned, arching and bending slightly to accentuate my favourite naughty bits. Someone put on some music and I began to move to the slow, sensual beat.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard this. I knew it was coming but it was sooner than expected and I wasn’t quite prepared. My exhibitionist desires peak when I’ve had a few drinks or smoked a joint, but we had only one glass of wine at dinner. I assumed we would have a few drinks before “the show” and now I understood my husband’s reluctance to order a bottle of wine as we usually do. He wanted me to be uncomfortable for this moment. Well, it worked.
I continued to dance for them, gaining a bit of courage as they began to compliment me. I slowly revealed myself, slipping the shoulder straps off first. My nipples were so hard and elongated that the dress stayed up at first, the material caught on my erect little nubs. I leaned forward, allowing the dress to fall to my waist, my breasts now exposed to my appreciative audience. I turned around and bent over before removing my dress entirely, showing my bare cheeks, my g-string covering my crack and not much more. I turned again to face them in only heels and panties, gyrating slowly, breathlessly awaiting instructions.
I knew this was coming and my hands were already moving before he finished speaking. I cupped my breasts, grazing my nipples at first, then tweaking and pulling them, drawing out my first moan of the evening. “Man, you weren’t kidding, your wife is hot as hell,” murmured one of the strangers. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” my husband replied and I silently concurred.
It wasn’t long until my hand found its way inside my g-string and I began to stroke myself. “Take her panties off,” my husband urged and one of the strangers got up and slowly stripped me of my last piece of clothing. I heard him inhale deeply as my pussy was uncovered, sending a new round of shivers along my spine. I was now naked except for my heels, standing with my legs parted, masturbating for two strangers who I hadn’t even seen. The situation was surreal and this of course heightened my arousal. My pussy was now soaked and I began to penetrate myself forcefully, making loud squelching noises as I squatted with my legs wide apart and fingered myself brutally. “Holy fuck,” one of the strangers whispered, fuelling my passion even more.
My husband got up a few moments later and guided me into the bedroom, the strangers following close behind. “Lie down, spread eagle” he said as he pushed me gently onto the bed. I quickly complied, imagining the stares of the three men as I lay there with my arms and legs splayed wide. I could feel my pussy cream running down my slit and past my perineum. I wasn’t surprised to feel my wrists and ankles being bound and pulled tight, immobilizing me. My shoes fell to the floor with a clatter and now every inch of me was exposed.
My husband whispered in my ear as he finished tying me down. “I’m going to leave for awhile.” His words shocked me and I started to object. “No talking,” he said firmly and smacked the inside of my thigh, eliciting a sharp gasp. “These fine gentlemen are going to please you. You can relax. I’ve been planning this for months. These guys are safe and healthy. They are both married and in the Lifestyle with their wives. They’re here with their wives’ permission, although there will be a price to pay for that later. I give you permission to do whatever you want, except fuck them. They won’t fuck you unless you say ‘please fuck me’. Those are the only words you may speak but, if you speak them, you will betray my trust…again.” Without another word, he got off the bed and left. I listened in disbelief as his footsteps echoed down the hall, the door opening and closing shortly thereafter.
The “again” comment was in reference to my lapse in judgment during my erotic evening with my esthetician, Katrina and her boyfriend, Jake, a few weeks ago. I let Jake start fucking me without my husband’s permission. Even worse, my husband was watching me via Skype but could only see my top half, so he wasn’t aware I was being penetrated from behind before his very eyes. Apparently my current predicament was a test of my fidelity. Ok, I was up for the challenge.
I soon learned that the two strangers had every intention of fucking me. They would abide by the rules but were clearly determined to make me say the magic words. I listened intently as they removed their clothing, then felt their weight on the bed as they positioned themselves on either side of me. Their touch was tentative at first, but they quickly grew bolder as my body started to respond. I had no reason not to enjoy myself given my husband’s parameters and I willing surrendered to their ministrations.
They worked in perfect harmony, each complimenting the movements of the other. I arched my back as they sucked my nipples simultaneously, thrusting my breasts upwards and moaning loudly. One stranger then went high, kissing and licking his way up my armpit, neck and to my ear, then over to my lips, culminating in a deep, tongue twisting kiss. At the same time, the other went low, licking a trail to my navel and below, bathing my labia for a few moments before pushing his tongue into my wet opening. The feeling of two tongues probing me inflamed my passion, and I started down the path to horny oblivion. I pushed my hips and mouth upwards, seeking deeper penetration in both areas. The strangers were only too happy to comply and we devolved into a hedonistic display, each guy trying to push his tongue as far into my body as he could. My mouth and legs were as wide as I could make them, facilitating deeper penetration. I soon felt a familiar tingle in my groin and I began to undulate my hips, trying to get a rhythm between his tongue and my clit so I could cum.
Sensing my intention, and no doubt assuming the odds of fucking me would decline significantly if I had an orgasm, the stranger below slowed his movements and began using teasing strokes. “No don’t stop,” I hissed, my displeasure obvious. A moment later I was rolled on my side and dealt a resounding smack on my bum. “No talking until you’re ready to fuck us,” lower stranger said from between my legs. I started to speak, to tell him there was no way I would betray my husband again, but before I uttered two words, I was unceremoniously rolled on my side again and forced to endure several more well delivered smacks to my bottom. Despite the pain, the spanking made me even hornier but my bum was now a bit tender so I stayed quiet.
As I was contemplating my fate, I felt a penis press against my lips. It was so warm and smooth, with a generous dollop of precum oozing from the tip. I licked the head and accepted the shaft as the stranger slowly pushed his cock into my mouth. It was the perfect size for a blowjob, big enough to fill my mouth but not thick enough to stretch my lips. As I sucked this beautiful penis, I felt the other stranger position himself between my legs. One of my fantasies is to be fucked while giving a blowjob and I desperately wished my husband was there so I could invite the second cock inside me. But he wasn’t and I couldn’t.
I tensed up as I felt the lower cock gently come into contact with my mound. He didn’t try to penetrate me so I relaxed and enjoyed the friction he was creating between our genitals. He wiggled his hips until he parted my labia with his penis and began thrusting along the outside of my vagina. I quickly realized this was no ordinary penis. It was huge, long and thick. Each stroke up and down my slit seemed to take forever as he slid the entire length of his massive cock up and down between my slippery folds.
It wasn’t long until I was on the verge of losing control, and they both knew it. My groin was moving in time with the massive cock, grinding into it looking to stimulate my clit, only to be frustrated as the stranger evaded my attempts to get direct stimulation for more than a few moments. I bent my neck backwards as the top stranger straddled my head and he slid his entire cock deep into my throat, his balls brushing against my nose with each thrust. Both nipples were being abused, pinched and pulled in different directions, my resulting moans muffled by the penis in my mouth.
I angled my crotch in an effort to trap the penis below and force it inside me. If it went in by accident, my husband couldn’t blame me, my lust addled brain rationalized. But even if its owner was willing to break the rules, the penis was too big to just slip inside me. I couldn’t think about anything else except how good that giant penis would feel inside me. I held on, not uttering the words that would end my torture, writhing in ecstasy and agony, wet humping and sucking, approaching orgasm but not being permitted to go over.
I was moaning whenever the cock in my throat would permit it. Reality was reduced to a haze of lust and my ability to speak coherently was likely gone. Finally, the stranger on top withdrew his cock and they both listened to my non stop moans and whimpers, waiting for me to speak. I held on for awhile longer, clinging to the hope my husband would return, desperate to hear the sound of the door opening. It was torturous as I waited a horny eternity for him, not only wanting to fuck these two strangers, but wanting my husband to watch me do it.
Finally I couldn’t take it anymore.
I hardly recognized my voice as I said those fateful words, my passion tempered by fear and guilt. I didn’t have time to reflect further as the stranger immediately placed the head of his cock at my opening and pushed. I gasped as he slowly sank into me, stretching my cunt wider than it had been in many years. He was huge, at least as big as Jack, my first boyfriend whose cock until now had never been matched. I always had to take it painfully slow with Jack, but now I was soaked and horny beyond belief (and three kids later 😏), so the stranger was able to penetrate me completely after only a few slow and delicious strokes, each one an inch or two deeper than the last. He bottomed out in me and I became aware of a steady stream of grunts and moans emanating from somewhere deep in my chest. I briefly wondered how long I had been making those sounds, completely unaware of it.
As I lay there, tied and spread eagle on the bed, a complete stranger filling my slutty cunt with his massive cock while another complete stranger waited his turn, I had never been more turned on in my life. Thoughts of my betrayal were there, but fleeting, as lust soon completely overwhelmed my guilt. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that would be reversed in the not-too-distant future, but at the moment I was too focused on my pleasure to care. I leaned my head back and opened my mouth, giving a not so subtle signal to the other stranger that I wanted his cock back in my mouth. He was happy to oblige and as his cock slid down my throat again, I revelled in another fantasy fulfilled.
It was at that moment I realized how similar the situation was to the prison fantasy I wrote about a few months ago. My husband reads all of my stories and I knew the similarities were not coincidental. I wondered if the two strangers were black as they were in my fantasy story. I decided to pretend they were. For some reason, that made me hornier.
With two strange and maybe black cocks filling my holes, it wasn’t long before those wonderful tingles crept up on me and I knew my orgasm was imminent. I pictured the scene in my mind, imagining two black strangers using me for their own pleasure, each of them soon to be shooting their cum inside me, while I was restrained and powerless to stop them. Of course, I had no desire to stop them but the knowledge that I could not have stopped them even if I wanted to was a massive turn on. As those titillating thoughts swirled in my head, I felt the pressure building and moved my head to dislodge the penis in my mouth in case I bit down involuntarily during the climax which was now moments away . I gasped repeatedly as I got closer, each thrust taking me to a new level as I approached that sweet pinnacle.
“Wow, 37 minutes. I didn’t think you’d last 20.”
My husband’s voice from the corner of the room put me over the edge.
“Oh no, oh no, oh god, oh god …” I repeated like a mantra as my orgasm overwhelmed me. I was panicking and cumming at the same time, my fear oddly enhancing the moment. My contractions seemed stronger and lasted longer than usual, the peak of ecstasy which normally lasts only a few moments seemed to stretch on and on. I gasped and held my breath as the massive cock pounded into me hard, threatening to split me in half, while the waves of pleasure continued unabated. It truly was a horny eternity as my cunt convulsed on the giant intruder, each contraction now a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was almost a relief when I felt the pulsing sensation in my cunt and anus begin to recede and I panted, trying to catch my breath.
I was just beginning to return to awareness when I felt a new pressure in my groin. The stranger was still thrusting hard into me, his own orgasm likely approaching. The pressure intensified and I knew I was about to be humiliated.
“Let me up, I’m going to pee,” I wailed, struggling to disengage myself from the stranger on top of me. My husband was suddenly at my side, speaking softly into my ear. “You’re not going to pee, you’re going to cum,” he said calmly and I knew immediately he was correct. I relaxed and let it cum, literally. The pressure exploded and my entire body trembled with the release. I felt my face twist into a frozen mask of ecstasy and my breathing was reduced to a series of grunts and gasps as the pleasure of my previous orgasm was eclipsed by an incalculable measure. I felt copious amounts of fluid being expelled from my gaping cunt, each outward stroke of the massive cock sucking out more of my ejaculate. I did not expel fluid in a steady stream as so many videos suggest squirting looks like, I expelled it in a series of gushes, each one like a mini waterfall. My legs were soaked and my bum was in a puddle. It was, without any doubt, the best orgasm of my life.
I laid still in post orgasmic bliss, gasping for air, while the stranger let loose in a final frenzy, adding his cum to the river inside me. I waited for reality to return but strangely I remained lust drunk, still craving a penis, or two, or three inside me. I had regained enough of my senses to listen for any signals from my husband, indicating how he was feeling, but he was giving nothing away. Too horny to resist, I begin undulating my hips, thrusting my cunt up towards them.
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