Mild to Wild

Mild to Wild, part 2

I wobbled for a second when I stood up, but Paul grabbed me and hugged me to him. The light sheen of sweat that clung to him was drying fast, but he smelled amazing and I nuzzled into his neck and inhaled deeply. I was in no hurry to pull away, but he only brushed my forehead with a kiss, took my hand, and led me to the open door. Matt's non-stop moans were still floating in from down the hall.

As we passed the dresser, Paul stopped me and turned me to the mirror. I looked like I'd been thoroughly fucked. It's true that that's exactly what happened, but I've never actually looked like it before. My hair was sticking up everywhere from where he was pulling on it. Big red hickies stood out on my neck. My jock was sticking to me from the wad of cum I'd shot into it, and a wet line was slowly creeping out of my ass and down my leg.

Paul must have seen the shock on my face. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly trailed the tip of his nose along the edge of my ear. His cock was still semi-hard, and he pushed it softly into the warm crack between my cheeks where it had been hammering away just a few minutes before. He caught my eyes in the mirror. "I like you this way, Josh. You're sexy as hell. I want you to look like you were in my bed when you get out of it." He turned my face up to his and gave me a long kiss. I've never felt more attractive than I did right then.

He grinned. "Now come on. You said you like to watch Matt get fucked, right? You're gonna love this." He pushed me down the hall to guest room, where Matt's steady cries were coming from and steered me into the room.

If I hadn't cum less than five minutes before, I'd have blown my load the second I stepped through that door.

Where to start? The bed in that room had tall, thick posts sticking up at every corner. My husband was on his back, with leather cuffs holding his wrists to the head posts. His muscular legs were in the air and splayed out obscenely wide, held up and spread open by another set of leather cuffs on his ankles that were also attached to the head posts by ropes. His dick was rigid as a pole, bouncing helplessly where he couldn't touch it, with a thick trail of pre-cum connecting it to a puddle on his belly. A little clamp was attached to each nipple with a light steel chain connecting them. His head was thrashing back and forth as he cried out, but he was blindfolded, and his ears were covered by a set of headphones.

Eric was on top of him, fucking him mercilessly. He was taller than Paul, not as defined and muscular, but still a hot guy. But his dick—the dick that was buried in my husband—well, I didn't know dicks came in that size. My first impression was that it was as thick as a baseball bat. I couldn't see the whole thing, but when he pulled out to piston back in, I guessed it was at least 10 inches long. His huge nut-sack was swinging, slapping Matt's ass with every down-stroke.

I froze. I think I was paralyzed by shock and raging lust. My limp dick snapped upright in my jock.

Eric saw us at the door and slowed his pile-driving attack on my husband's ass to shoot us a grin and gesture with his head. "Come on in, the ass is fine," he said. He slowly pulled back until the massive head of his cock came out of Matt's ass with an audible slurp, leaving his chute gaping open. Matt whimpered, but Eric ignored him and looked me over. "I see you guys have been having fun. You done already?"

Paul saved me from trying to speak. "For now. I knew Josh would want to see this. How's it going?"

"Actually, pretty damn great." Eric grinned at me and squeezed his hefty shaft. "I'll be curious to see if you handle this as well as your husband does."

The idea of getting split open by that monster inspired a deep-seated fear and fascination at the same time.

Paul squeezed my shoulder. "He can do it. Just don't wreck him for me." Then he looked at me. "Your husband had it easy. Eric likes to tie new guys up and blindfold `em before he gets naked just so they don't really know what's coming. If they see how big it is, they always tense up and make it harder. Next time, he'll already know that he can do it and he likes it."

Matt whimpered again and wiggled his ass as best he could.

"Aww, see? He misses me already," Eric said. "Make yourselves useful. Paul, grab the camera there and take over filming." I hadn't noticed the little video camera on the stand before then. The red light was on. He waited until Paul had it off the stand and had moved to catch every detail before he shifted himself back toward Matt's ass. "Now, Josh, get over here on this side and take my dick in your hands."

I did as I was told while the red dot followed my every move. Eric's huge meat wasn't as rigid as Paul's had been, but it easily stretched across both hands like a length of pipe. The enormous head was inches away from Matt's sloppy, open hole.

"Do you like my dick, Josh?" It was clear Eric was asking for the camera.

I nodded fast. I was happy to play along. "Oh, god yes." I couldn't stop myself from lifting and tugging on it gently.

"Take your dick out and let's see which one is bigger."

I didn't want to let go of his cock, but I quickly pulled my jock down to expose my rigid cock. It would have been perfectly respectable in normal company, but next to that monster it was laughably small.

He grinned at the camera. "Well, I guess we knew how that was gonna turn out. That right there is the reason why these two boys have been needing to find some real meat." He literally ruffled my already- messed up hair. "Now, Josh, tell the camera who this is." He pointed.

"That's my husband, Matt."

"Tell the camera what you want me to do to your husband. And before you do, remember that he can't hear you right now, but he's gonna be watching this video later."

Matt happened to choose that moment to say "where'd you go?" and try to wiggle his ass again.

I looked down at that wide-open tunnel and then right at the camera. "I want you to fuck him, Eric."

"Even though you know I'm gonna stretch him out so much that you won't be able to satisfy him anymore?" He hefted his huge nuts in one hand. "Even though I'm gonna pump so much cum into him that he'll never get it all out? You still want me to fuck him?"

I nodded frantically. "Yes. Fuck my husband. Please fuck him."

"Alright. Prove that's what you want. Kiss the head of my dick and put it in his hole." He leaned forward and let his shaft drop so that it smacked Matt's taint.

I couldn't obey fast enough. I got my face right down by the huge cock-head and Matt's already-open hole and gave the Eric's dick a big, slobbery kiss, rubbing it all around my mouth before guiding it to Matt's ass. His ring had already started to close, but I wedged Eric's cock-head into it and worked it back and forth like a sex toy until it finally squeezed in. "Oh, god yes," Matt said. "Fuck me, man. Fuck me!"

"Good job, boy," Eric said. "Now you gave me your husband's ass, so I want you to stay right there and watch what I do with it. And pay close attention because it's gonna be your ass next time."

I've never been so turned on and so afraid and so proud at the same time. Matt's legs were splayed so far up and open that there was no chance at all for him to resist or slow down Eric's thrusts. He whimpered and thrashed helplessly while Eric used his hole, stretching it wider than I ever thought was possible. Every slap of Eric's balls against him was punctuated by a sharp cry from Matt when that huge cock bottomed out inside him. It went on and on, with Eric pile-driving Matt into submission, calling him a pussy and a whore and a sweet piece of ass.

And Matt never once said `Stop.' He was so fucking hot to me at that point, I don't know how to describe it. I've never loved him more.

After a solid 20 minutes of abuse, Eric said "All right guys, you ready for the big finale?" He pulled back until only the huge head was still buried in Matt. Even when Eric stopped thrusting, Matt lay there moaning. His pre-cum had puddled so much that it was running down his side onto the bed. "I know you're hard again. Get up here." He popped all the way out, leaving Matt's hole empty, gaping and exposed. He waved at me. "You first. Jack your loads into his hole and then I'll fuck `em in and let him blow."

I got up on my knees, and jacked furiously, staring down into my husband's raw red tunnel. It hung open so much wider than my own dick that I had no problem hitting the target when I spasmed out my second load of the evening just a few seconds later. I think it probably fell further into him than any load I'd ever planted on purpose.

Paul got up next. I took the camera and got a great shot as he pumped his fist down up and down his iron-hard cock until he spurted again. His load was bigger than mine and even though it was his second time that night, I saw a rope of cum shoot down into Matt's sloppy hole.

Eric got back up and pushed his cock all the way in. He leaned down and plucked a nipple clamp away, making Matt cry out. But he replaced the clamp with his own mouth and chewed hard on the hugely swollen nipple while he pounded away.

Matt cried something that was guttural and meaningless, and through the lens of the camera I saw his ass clenching and spasming around Eric's huge shaft.

Eric was laying on him when it happened. "Oh, yeah, baby! He's blowing his load just from getting fucked. Go, baby, go!" He jack-hammered my husband two more times, then three, and then his huge balls stopped swinging. They clenched up tight and Eric practically howled with the intensity of his own orgasm. His massive shaft swelled and pulsed over and over again as he dumped every bit of nut-cream he had in his balls out into my husband's ass.

I was sweating and shaking, and it wasn't from jacking myself off. Paul tapped me on the shoulder and took the camera back to its stand, but left it pointing at the bed. "Come on. Let's given them some space. They're gonna need some time to pull it together after that."

I started to object, but then I took another look at them. Eric was still laying on Matt, buried to the hilt in him, but he was stroking him tenderly. Matt seemed barely conscious, but his feeble moans were relaxed and even joyful.

When we stepped out, Paul closed the door behind us.

We were showered and had been resting in the living room for at least half an hour before I heard them go to the shower. When they finally came out, Matt was walking funny, and he had an expression on his face that I'd never seen before. Eric was hovering over him almost protectively when he guided him back to the couch and set him down next to me.

He looked at me like a doctor giving orders to a patient's caregiver. "I've put a butt-plug in him because he told me he doesn't want my cum to run out yet. When he's ready, you'll need to help him get it out because he's gonna be tender." He knelt down and kissed Matt softly. "You're a special man. I want to see you again." And then he grinned. "And I've got a little surprise for you too. I'll send it in a few days."

I said at the beginning that I would tell a true story. It's tempting to gloss over something at this point, but I'm not going to. Our sex life DID open up and become wild after this, but not right away. We went through some rough times first. I'll keep the bad stuff very brief, but the truth is that that night almost ended our marriage.

I told you Matt has a sexy Southern drawl. He was raised as a Southern Baptist, and he still has lingering guilt sometimes. He was fine—practically glowing—until he saw the video that Eric sent a few days later. When he saw how slutty and used he'd been, and how it turned him on, all that guilt came crashing back. He insisted that we were going back to being monogamous and we both had to go get HIV tests.

The tests came back positive, and that devastated Matt. In practical terms, it didn't mean much—we both have good insurance through our jobs so the only real change was that we started taking a pill every day. But he actually left me for a couple of months and went back to his family and church. Even when he came back to me, we had to go to counseling together to help him deal with it. The counseling helped me too: I didn't feel guilty but I felt stupid for just assuming it wouldn't happen to us. I suppose that if we were staring an open relationship nowadays, we'd get on PrEP meds first, but that wasn't an option then.

Anyway, that's all the bad stuff. I knew Matt was getting better when I walked in on him six months later watching that same video with a huge black dildo crammed up his ass. He blushed like crazy and yanked the sheet up over himself, but I wasn't about to let him get away with that.

You have no idea how hot it made me to see him like that again. I yanked the sheet away and leered at him. He was laying on his side and the toy came with big black balls that were pressed against him. "I see we have a new friend," I said. I pushed his hand away from the dildo and gently rolled him onto his back and lifted his legs into the air. The Matt on the screen was getting pistoned by Eric. The volume was turned down, but his lustful cries were clear in the room.

I stretched out on top of Matt and ground against him, hitting the base of the dildo with my crotch so that it bottomed out in him and he barked out cries to match what was coming from the TV. I tongued his nipple and chewed on it lightly. "You miss this, don't you?" I asked.

He bit his lip and blushed, but I just bit his nipple until he was squirming under me. "Don't you?"

He nodded frantically. "Oh god yes."

I looked deliberately at the video of him getting obscenely used. "Are you ready for that to happen again?"

His eyes glazed over with lust for a second, but he looked at me and grinned. That told me everything I needed to know, but I wanted to hear it so I jabbed against the dildo again. "Oh! Fuck yea, I'm ready, Josh! I'm ready!"

I slowly pulled the dildo out until it popped free with a wet sucking sound, and then I lowered his legs and kissed him for a long time. Finally I it off and looked him in the eyes. "Good, cause I am too. No matter what happens, this is how it's gonna be for us, right?" I nodded at the screen, where I was forcing the head of another man's monster cock into Matt's beautiful ass.

"Fuck, yeah," he breathed. "I want that again so bad."

I knew he was too horned up to think clearly, but I decided to strike while the iron was hot. "We didn't talk about this the first time around, and we should have. Do you want any rules? Any limits? Just know I'll be with you no matter what."

He looked a little confused, but shook his head. "No, I guess not. Why? Do you?"

"A couple." I picked up the huge rubbery toy that I'd pulled out of his ass. "I like seeing you with a man a hell of a lot more than with a toy, so no toys when you're by yourself. I want you horned up and ready for the real thing."

He grinned wickedly. "Okay."

"No hiding what you want or pretending you don't want it. You see a man you like, you tell me. It turns me on to see you hot for another guy."

"Okay."

"If I'm not around, and you get a chance to be a slut, you take it. Get video or pictures if you can, but at least you have to tell me every detail."

He chuckled. "Okay, but I don't think that'll happen."

Poor Matt has always been oblivious when men are interested in him, but I was hoping that would change. "You never know. You might click with someone at work or at the gym."

"I don't go to the gym."

"I know, and it pisses me off that you can stay so hot without it, but now I want to see what you can push it to. You're fucking gorgeous already, but I want men lining up for a chance at you. I'm signing you up tomorrow. My point is that I want you to come home to me with cum dripping out of your ass. I want to know for a fact that you're taking it from other men, and I want you to know that I'm gonna be taking it too."

He put the back of his hand on his forehead and sighed dramatically. "Lordy, lordy! My husband is a slave driver!"

I laughed. "Only since I saw you in bondage." I gave him another long kiss before I rolled off of him. "Now, I know you're horny, but don't get off yet." I fished my phone out of my pocket.

"You're calling someone right now?"

"Hell yes. Eric and Paul. Maybe we can hook up with them again."

He looked genuinely worried. "Do you think they'll still want to see us? I'll bet they think we flaked on them."

"There's only one way to find out." I never told Matt that I'd stayed in touch with them by email ever since we met them, keeping them up-to-date on our situation. I knew they were hoping for another shot at us.

Long story short, they weren't free right then but they were thrilled to hear from us. I made sure Matt was listening, and he was blushing like crazy when I told Eric in explicit terms what I'd caught him doing and how badly he wanted Eric to fuck him again. I even told him about our new rules. I was looking my husband right in the eyes when I told Eric that I wanted him to test Matt's limits and make him prove that he was really ready to follow our rules.

We talked for another couple of minutes and Matt was practically bouncing when I hung up. "Well? What did he say?" His dick was up and leaking.

I couldn't help but grin at his excitement. "Looks like they can't get together till next weekend." The look of disappointment that came over him was adorable. "BUT... Eric said that this calls for a special occasion and they're going to have a party for us. He called it our `coming out' party. Don't worry though—I think I have some ideas about how we can pass the time till then."