The following story is a work of fiction and involves sex between consenting adults that includes mild bondage, m/m, m/f, and m/m/f scenes. If you are too young to read this, or this sort of shit offends you, please do not read it. Original text (c) 1998. Compliments, comments and questions (Yes, we really do lead this kind of lifestyle!) can be address to bipittsburgh@hotmail.com.
Last week my wife gave me a wonderful surprise. I had been feeling run down, because of work, and in my personal life nothing seemed to be going my way. I couldn't even win a hand of cards when the guys came over. The bills were getting paid on time, and my marriage was solid but it just didn't seem like we had any quality time to just be with each other. Either I was working or she was working, and when we were both home, we were both tired.
I guess Jenny decided to do something about it.
It had been a typical day at work. The phones would ring non-stop and the customers all had problems that could have been avoided if they had actually bothered to read their manuals we provided. I love my job, don't get me wrong, but when I have to stay at work an extra 2 hours because someone was just plain lazy, that just sets the tone for the rest of my evening to be shitty. Thankfully, the ride home that night was quick and uneventful.
When I got out of the car, Jenny greeted me at the door wearing my favorite outfit, a black merrywidow. (It's a one piece with a really high French cut.) On top of that she was wearing a dinner jacket and a black velvet choker. Before I could even make a comment about how wonderful she looked, she planted a big kiss on me, and then led me into the kitchen where she had prepared dinner for me.
The meal was a knockout. Jenny is a wonderful cook, but because of her schedule, she almost never gets a chance to do it. When she does get the time, however, she can make a meal worthy of kings. With her sitting on my lap feeding me every bite, I doubted that there were many kings who felt as special as I did. Not only that, but she finished the meal off by feeding me strawberries that were dipped in either chocolate, honey, or her. Classy and just a little bit sassy. That is why I married her. That and her 34D-26-33 hourglass figure.
When I was done Jenny asked me if I would please take a shower for her before we got into more intimate things. She also informed me that she needed some time to prepare a surprise for me. I thought that what I had seen so far was a big enough surprise, but if she had more in store for me, I'd do whatever she wanted, which was of course, what she had in mind all along. For me to do what she wanted.
Before I left for the shower, Jenny decided that I needed just a bit more teasing. She slowly undressed me while kissing every inch of my body. When I was eventually allowed to head towards the shower, she made sure to smack my ass extra hard as I was leaving the room.
While I showering, I heard the bathroom door open and close and I was mildly disappointed to discover that my wife was not going to join me, and perhaps help me lather up a little. Assuming that she was just trying to tease me some more, I hurried up, and, as I was drying myself off, I noticed a pile of something in the corner near the sink. Apon closer examination, it turned out to be a pair of leather thong underwear, a bow tie, and a note. The note read:
"Lover,
Tonight will be special because I will be in charge. You
will only do what I tell you to do. You will obey my every
command. You will be my slave, and I will be your master.
If you agree to all of this, you will meet me in living
room, wearing your new underwear and the tie that I have
left you. If you do not agree... well... I just know that
you will."
How could anyone resist and offer like that? I gave myself a really close shave, including my private area, and before leaving the bathroom, I made sure that my tie was on straight and that I was prepared for whatever she may demand. Jenny isn't known for being the dominant type, but if she wanted this, I was going to be the best damn submissive man in the world.
She had on her the same outfit as before, but with a cat-o-nine-tails and a pair of high heels that completely transformed her image from sexy wife, to a no nonsense dominatrix. Never having played the game before, but knowing the rules, I dropped to my knees with my head bowed and asked her how she would like me to please her.
Jenny sat down on the couch and had me crawl over and put my head in her lap. not sexually, but like a dog would do to his master. She stroked my hair, and thanked me for agreeing to be her slave for the evening. Clarifying the rules further she told me that I could end the night at any time by saying the phrase "Game over". However if I did that then I should expect to never play the game again, and that she would never return the favor by someday being my slave.
I told her that I understood completely, and I honestly thought that I did.
Testing me, she had me crawl up on her lap and arch my ass high up into the air where it received 21 good smacks with her whip. I know there were 21 cracks, because I had to count, out loud, each hit as it stung my ass. If I didn't say it loud enough, then that smack didn't count and she would do it again. My ass was no doubt red, but, it didn't hurt as much as it made me realize that she was in charge, and that I would actually let her do anything she wanted.
When she was done, she then instructed me to stand up, in front of her, and start pleasuring myself. This was something I had never done before. We had both masturbated in the same bed as each other, but I had never done it with her watching me like this. It felt like I was doing it purely for her pleasure, which, I guess, was the point.
Feeling my own freshly shaven cock has always been a turn on for me. I don't know why, but it just feels so much better then when there is hair or stubble on the base of it.. Jenny made things even `harder' when she started lightly whipping my nipples. Just when it started feeling really good, she laid back on the couch and started to finger herself underneath her outfit. I wasn't able to actually see anything, but the thought of her finger going in and out of her beautiful blonde snatch just drove me crazy.
She must have known that I was on the edge because she stopped me. Leading me to the bedroom by my hair, she ordered me to lay on the bed where she tied my hands to the headboard with 2 long silk scarves. I could tell I was in a for a long night of teasing and pleasuring when she put the mask over my eyes, but when she put the headphones on my ears, and then played one of those "Sounds of the Oceans" tapes, I had no idea what she was going to happen. Being without my vision, and hearing, made me feel more helpless then I ever could have imagined.
I felt her lips gently kiss mine, and when I started to kiss back, she stopped. I then felt her lick and gently bite my nipples, and when I moaned she would stop. I felt her hand lightly rub my balls, and when I would spread my legs, she would, yet again, stop. Doing this over and over, never letting me know what part of my body would be teased next, and stopping before I really began to enjoy it. Teasing me and frustrating me beyond all belief.
The worst part was when she stopped everything all together.
I was about to say something when I felt her mouth completely engulf my cock. The whole thing! She has never been able to deep throat me before, and then it hit me, or rather I should say, they hit me... her lips began kissing me, and I realized that someone else had my cock in their mouth. Jenny must have worked long and hard to set this evening up, and I sure didn't mind.
The combination of lips on my cock, sucking me stronger then I had ever been sucked before, and 2 sets of hands rubbing all over my body was really driving me wild. I was, again, close to orgasm, but I knew damn well that my wife was not about to let that happen. Not that early. Not that easily.
Jenny climbed up on top of me, and placed her pussy on my face. Taking that to be an order, I began to lick and suck her already creamy pussy. It was already dripping wet, and it took me almost no time to bring her to orgasm. Normally she likes to take a break between orgasms, but that night she rode my face until I gave her a second orgasm and I could literally feel her juices running down my face and onto my neck.
Climbing off of me she must have knocked the headphones off of my ears a little bit, because I could hear her say to the other person "OK. Now it's your turn."
I opened my mouth wide expecting another pussy on my face when something round and hard popped in my mouth instead, I realized I had a big juicy cock in my mouth.
I began sucking him for everything I was worth, but apparently that wasn't good enough. He began to fuck my face, using my mouth like a pussy. I couldn't resist. My hands were tied and to be honest I was kind of enjoying it. I still tried to swirl my tongue around and make it as pleasurable as I possibly could for him. I wanted him to remember me as the best head he ever had.
While this was going on, my wife was rubbing my cock slowly, while gently fingering my asshole. No doubt enjoying the scene of her man being used as an oral fuck toy.
His smell was wonderful and manly, and he had such a strong masculine scent that I knew I'd want him again when I wasn't tied up. I'd give him my mouth, and my throat willingly. I could feel his public hairs bush up against my cheeks and nose every time he thrust into my face, and his grunts and groans were becoming louder and louder, completely downing out the sounds coming from the headphones.
My wife stopped playing with my balls and whispered in my ear, "Honey, are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes!" I grunted when he popped himself out of my mouth for a second.
"Good. Are you ready to cum?"
"God yes!", I replied while trying to find his missing cock with my tongue.
"Then you only have to do one more thing for me, OK?"
"Yes, yes, anything you want. Anything."
With that, the man climbed off me and put my ankles up on his chest. I wasn't expecting that! I thought she was going to have me swallow his load, but I didn't expect him to actually fuck me. I began to panic. Trying to remember the phrase she told me, I remembered it just as I also remembered that if I used it, we wouldn't play this game again. Ever.
I didn't have to think about it very long, not that I had that luxury, so I began to relax knowing that if I was tense, his cock was going to hurt me a hell of a lot more then if I at least tried to enjoy it. Besides, I have enjoyed the occasional finger in my ass, and this guy was well lubed with my own spit.
As the head of his cock began sliding in my asshole (I won't lie) it hurt. He wasn't unusually large, but my ass just wasn't used to having a cock in it. He must have sensed that he was hurting me because he began to back out a bit, and then slowly, and with small strokes, enter me, 1/16 of an inch at a time until he was all the way in me. As I as getting used to this painful, and unusual feeling, my wife started to give me head. That was when it started to feel really amazing. It was like my dick was one hundred times more sensitive, and my asshole was on fire with pleasure. When she began pinching my nipples, that was it for me, I began to shoot my load into her mouth.
My muscles tightening up must have pushed him over the edge too, because I could actually feel him shooting his cum in my ass. I felt his cock jerking in me, and my asshole became sloppy and wet. The jizz made his cock slip in and out of my ass so easily... I wonder now how much there was, because I could feel it dripping from my sore little asshole.
Then my wife kissed me, and when I kissed her back, my mouth was full of my own cum. Yet another surprise! I opened wide and let her give back to me what I had given her: a mouthful of cum.
They both left the room, and I could hear the front door open and close - when she came back and undid my blindfold I had only one question.
"Who was that guy anyway?"
Her reply, "You will find out when I let you watch the video tape I just made."