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Wife's Revenge
by Spiccato (address withheld)
***
Husband is delighted when his wife finally agrees to a
threesome. But at what price? (MMF, bi, nc, rp, oral,
bd, preg)
***
It was Saturday night, and my wife and I had come home
from dinner and a movie. The movie was a romantic
comedy, and often those get Michelle kind of fired up.
And tonight, she'd not been able to keep her hands off
me, fondling me to an erection as we watched the show,
letting me get soft, then making me hard again.
In the parking lot, we couldn't leave right away
because she'd pulled my cock out and started going down
on me. Just when I'd been about to cum, she'd stopped,
promising me more when we got home.
"I'm getting so hot just thinking about last week," she
said.
The week before we'd booked a hotel room, and together
we'd fulfilled a fantasy I'd had for years - that we
have a threesome. I'd wanted to have two girls at the
same time ever since I was a teenager with my first
girlfriend. Michelle and I were both in our early
thirties, and married five years, and it had taken all
of those five years to get her on board. And so the
week before I'd had the incredible pleasure of having
sex with Michelle and another woman, an escort we'd
found off the web. In fact, Michelle had chosen the
girl, a young woman barely out of her teens, a petite
brunette with ample, natural breasts.
Michelle and I had teamed up on the escort, the two of
us undressing her, massaging her with oil, and then
each of us taking a breast into our mouths when we
turned her over. Michelle had continued to work on the
escort's breasts while I licked the girl to orgasm.
Then I'd had the pleasure of watching the escort settle
Michelle onto her back, take a breast in each hand, and
start to suck on Michelle's clit. In no time Michelle's
hips were bucking up and down as she reached the
loudest orgasm I'd ever seen her have, screaming in
ecstasy as the escort shoved a finger into her cunt
while sucking her clit, another finger snaking up
Michelle's ass.
Michelle had agreed I could videotape the whole thing,
and every night for the last week I'd masturbated to
that video over and over again. Even thinking of the
video made me rock hard.
Back at home in the bedroom, Michelle had me put the
video on again, and we fast forwarded to the last part
of the video, where I slipped on a rubber and fucked
the escort, first up the ass and then in the cunt. The
fuck went on a long time in various positions, and we
finished in the missionary position, the small woman's
legs over my shoulders as I pounded into her while my
wife taped the whole thing.
As we watched the video, my wife gently stroked my
rock-hard cock and tongued my ear.
"I'm so glad we finally fulfilled your fantasy," she
said. "Now I feel better about my own fantasies. Will
you play along with me tonight?"
Of course I would, and I told her has much. She went
down on my, taking all of my six inches down her
throat. I was just about to cum when she stopped.
"Okay dear, but it might get pretty kinky. Promise to
do whatever I want?"
I would have promised anything at that point, and I
agreed without any hesitation at all. She started to
tell me what she wanted, and so in no time I found
myself out of bed, sitting on a chair with my legs and
hands cuffed.
"I've always, always wanted to do this," Michelle said.
"The idea of having you tied up is a huge turn on for
me. Lick my pussy, sweetie!"
The chair was right next to the bed, and I had no
trouble reaching her clit when she raised herself up
before me on her knees. She was getting close to coming
when suddenly the doorbell rang. I was surprised when
she got off the bed.
"Oh Michelle who cares who it is?"
"I won't be a minute," she replied, throwing on a robe.
I was uncomfortable with her answering the door with me
tied up - suppose it was some weirdo or something. But
I waited patiently, and Michelle was back in no time.
"Who was it?" I asked.
"Edwardo," she replied.
"Who's he?" I asked - I'd never heard her mention me
before.
"I'll introduce him - Edwardo, come on in and meet my
husband."
"Who the FUCK is that?" I shouted, enraged as "Edwardo"
strode into the room. He was about my height (just over
6 feet), in his mid-twenties, and obviously very
physically fit.
"Now dear, don't make a fuss. Edwardo's here to give me
a massage while you watch. It's part of my fantasy, and
you did say you'd go along with whatever I wanted."
"Fuck that!" I screamed in a rage. "Get him the fuck
out of my house NOW! And while you're at it, get this
goddamn cuffs off!"
But things didn't work out quite that way. Instead,
Michelle opened a drawer, and pulled out this device -
a rubber ball with straps attached. I started to ask
her what the fuck she was doing with THAT, when I found
out exactly what she was doing - gagging me. She told
me to open my mouth for the gag. I refused, violently
shaking my head from side to side. She grabbed one of
my nipples and twisted it hard, and when I shouted in
pain, she shoved the ball into my mouth, and then
quickly tied the straps behind my head. Now I could
only make incoherent angry noises.
"Dear, please don't be angry. This is my fantasy. We
did yours last week, and now we're going to do mine.
Edwardo's just going to massage me, that's all. And
you're going to videotape it for us."
I wondered how in the hell I'd manage that, with my
hands cuffed together, not that I would have
voluntarily taped my wife with another man in any
event. But Michelle was well-prepared. She pulled
something else out of a drawer - a small video camera
that she mounted on my head with straps.
"This video camera is meant for people who love sports
- they use it while they're skiing and so on. But I
think it will do just fine for taping a massage," she
said. And in no time, the camera was strapped to my
head. I was pretty uncomfortable - my hands cuffed,
feet cuffed, incapable of speech. And now my wife
wanted me to tape her being massaged by another man?
"Dear, please don't turn your head to the side," said
Michelle. "I'd be really disappointed if you weren't
properly taping what's going on. After all, I did a
great job taping you FUCKING that goddamn WHORE, so you
can damn well make sure that YOU tape me. GOT IT?" As
she spoke these last few words, she grabbed me by the
hair, pulling my head backwards to the point where it
was painful. She loosened her grip a bit, just enough
to allow me to nod my head up and down, showing that I
understood. And I did understand - Michelle was very,
very angry about our little menage-a-trois the week
before.
Yes, she'd played along, and had even enjoyed parts of
it. But fundamentally, she was jealous as hell that I'd
fucked another woman. She was shaking with rage as she
stared into my eyes, letting go only when she was quite
sure that I understood what I was supposed to do. Later
when I watched the tape (and she often made me watch
it), I realized that she'd started the recording as she
put the camera on my head, and so when she grabbed my
head and screamed at me, that was on tape, too. She
looked damn scary.
But she calmed herself down, and asked Edwardo to step
out of the room while she got ready for the massage.
She undressed, hanging up her clothes neatly. To my
relief, she kept her underwear on, although she did
take off her bra. She lay face down on the bed and
draped a towel over herself, and then called Edwardo to
come back into the room.
"Are you ready for your massage," he said, his voice
having a slight Spanish accent.
Michelle was ready, and without wasting any time,
Edwardo started on her back after first squirting a
generous portion of oil onto his strong hands. He was
on the farther side of the bed, and so I had a perfect
view of my wife and of him as he moved his hands up and
down her back. After a few minutes, he started
concentrating on her shoulders and upper back.
My wife was facing him, and so I couldn't quite catch
what she was muttering, but obviously she was enjoying
the rub. Gradually Edwardo moved down to her lower
back, my wife moaning appreciatively at his skill. She
always had liked being massaged, and I was always happy
to oblige her. It bothered me intensely to be watching
another man massage her and give her the kind of
pleasure that until now had been only mine to give.
Now Edwardo moved down to Michelle's legs, giving her
calves a good workout, followed by her feet. Michelle
loved having her feet massaged, and told him as much.
After a while, Edwardo started moving his hands back up
her legs, and reached just under the towel wrapped
around her waist.
"Madam is still wearing her underwear. Do you not want
me to massage your behind?" he said, as he began to
knead her buttocks.
"No, that's okay, you needn't... oh that's soooo good
yes Edwardo keep going that's just great!" With this
encouragement, Edwardo kept on going.
"Madam will enjoy the experience more if her underwear
is removed," he said. "Do not worry - I am a
professional. We will leave your towel on and you will
not be exposed." Michelle allowed herself to be talked
into allow Edwardo to pull down her underwear. His
voice had been calm and professional, with no hint of
excitement, and indeed I am sure that to Michelle, all
seemed on the up and up. But after Edwardo had gently
slid my wife's underwear down her legs and off her
body, he turned to me with a smile, and let the panties
dangle from his finger.
He started laughing at me silently. I began to struggle
hard at my cuffs, trying my best to warn Michelle. But
she only turned towards me telling me not to spoil
everything and just to stay quite. And so I had to sit
there in silence.
Edwardo's hands were now on my wife's bare ass, she
loving the attention. His hands wandered freely over
her and after a while, she was practically purring
under his touch.
"It is time for Madam to turn over," he said, smiling
again at me in an obvious taunt.
Obediently Michelle turned over, carefully keeping the
towel over herself. But as Edwardo began to massage her
arms, hands and shoulders, the towel gradually was
brushed to one side, Michelle careless of the fact that
her body was now fully exposed to another man. And she
did have quite a body. She worked out regularly, and
her 36C breasts were firm and unsagging. Her ass was
tight, her skin flawless. And her nipples - FUCK, I
thought to myself. Her nipples were rock-fucking hard.
And it wasn't because of the room temperature. The
bitch was turned on by what Edwardo was doing to her.
Edwardo was now gently massaging her temples with one
hand, his other tracing a line between her navel,
gently moving up to my wife's neck, and then slowly
back down.
Edwardo was wearing a track suit, and I could see his
raging hard-on sticking out in front of him. I was glad
he was only here to massage Michelle. The thought of
him doing any more than that was... unthinkable.
"Madam, I am getting uncomfortably warm in here. Would
you mind if I took off my top?" Michelle did not mind,
and Edwardo promptly unzipped the top of his track
suit. I (and probably Michelle as well) was expecting
he'd have on a t-shirt beneath, but his torso was bare.
He was also very muscular. Not just muscular, but
sculpted, like someone who made his living posing on
the cover of men's health magazines. His abs were all
clearly visible, his chest and shoulders equally well
developed.
"WOW!" said Michelle. "I've never seen such a build.
You're in fabulous shape!"
Edwardo thanked her for the compliment. "I'm glad you
appreciate my physique. I work out two hours a day. My
biceps are now almost eighteen inches around."
Michelle expressed doubt about this. "If Madam tries to
get both hands around my biceps, she will see that she
cannot do so." He sat next to her on the bed, flexing
him arm for her. At his invitation, she turned on her
side towards him, and reach out both hands to feel his
biceps.
"I can't believe you arms are so big and hard!" she
said with open admiration. And indeed, she could not
get her hands wrapped around his biceps. "What is this
muscle called?" she asked, touching his triceps. He
named it for her, and asked her if she would like him
to tell her about some of the other muscles. She was
interested, but instead of pointing to his muscles and
telling her the names, he told her to lie down and he
would identify the various muscles on her as he rubbed
them. And so again Michelle was flat on her back, naked
and moaning underneath the touch of another man.
He rubbed her quadriceps, explaining its function, and
then moved on her calf muscles. Then he began on her
pectoral muscles.
"The pecs are used for pushing away from you," he
explained. "In women, to some extent they also help to
support the breasts. And does Madam mind if I say that
your pectorals do a very good job in that regard? Your
breasts are ample, and your pecs must be rather strong
to support them so well." As he said this, he gently
rubbed her chest muscles, coming dangerously close to
her breasts as he did so.
"Thanks," said Michelle softly as he worked on her.
"There are muscles in your breasts, too, but they are
very small," he explained.
"What do they do?" asked Michelle, her voice now
getting rather husky.
"I would easily demonstrate, if you would like."
Michelle nodded her head up and down in agreement, her
eyes closed. Edwardo's "demonstration" consisted of
extending his fingers and gently stroking her nipples
with the tips of his fingers. Her nipples responded by
growing even harder as Michelle moaned under his touch.
"The muscles surrounding the nipple help bring it to
erectness when stimulated," he explained. "They respond
even more to oral stimulation." Michelle said nothing,
and taking this as a yes, Edwardo lowered his head, and
took into his mouth a juicy mouth-watering nipple,
which until that instant, had been my exclusive
property for the last five years.
Strangely, as the massage had continued, the rage had
been gradually fading, and as it did so, my cock was
hardening. As when Edwardo started to work on my wife's
nipples, my penis became fully erect, a silent witness
to my enjoyment of the pleasure my wife was receiving.
I could feel myself blushing with shame. Edwardo looked
over and noted my erection, and even though this
humiliated me beyond words, my hard-on did not abate in
the slightest.
I had been silent for some time now, and I thought
perhaps my wife had almost forgotten about my presence.
Certainly she gave no thought to me as she wrapped her
hands around Edwardo's head, all pretense at only being
massaged now abandoned as she thrust her chest up
towards him. She moaned as he gently licked and sucked
at each nipple in turn.
Gradually her hands left his head as he moved
downwards, his tongue tracing a warm, wet path to her
navel, through her trimmed pubic hair, and finally, to
her clitoris. She sucked in her breath sharply as he
took her into his mouth.
"Oh yes that's sooo good yes!" she hissed. I looked
over at her, and was shocked to see that her breasts,
neck and upper chest were turning a bright red, a sure
sign that she was experiencing great sexual pleasure.
Michelle had very pale skin, and the sexual flush when
it came was readily apparent on her. Edwardo mouthed
her leisurely for some time, letting her get close to
orgasm, then letter her down.
To my horror, he began to pull down his track pants,
Michelle not noticing this as she writhed in ecstasy
beneath him. Then he stopped tonguing her, and moved up
the bed to lie beside her. Soon their mouths were
locked, their arms around each other as they kissed
passionately. He took her right hand in his left, and
moved her hand down towards him. Her back was to me,
but I knew instantly when she'd put her hand on his
cock. She broke off their kiss, and exclaimed,
"Edwardo! You are so big - let me see it!" There was
great excitement in her voice. Edwardo lay on his back
as my wife sat up, still blocking my view of him. She
spoke admiringly of it - she'd not seen one that size
before, and liked how hard it was and how it stayed
tuck up against his belly. And now she started to move
down the bed, getting into position between his legs.
Then I saw him. Yes, it was impressive enough - I
estimated it was about 8 inches long - a couple of
inches longer than me. But what different could a
couple of inches make, I wondered.
The answer is quite a lot, for without any preamble,
Michelle suddenly mounted him, placing the head of
Edwardo's cock at her entrance as she straddled him.
She fit the head of him inside her, and then gasped
sharply as his first few partial thrusts opened her up.
And then she plunged down, taking his entire length
into her.
"Oh oh! OH! OH! OH GOD! Oh god Edwardo you're so big oh
fuck me oh god!" she moaned as she bounced up and down
happily on his organ. She had never made sounds like
this with me - the thrill in her voice as she implored
him to fuck her - fuck her harder yes harder! And then
Edwardo grabbed her ass and moved himself into a
sitting position, her legs wrapped around him. He was
in her to the hilt as their lips locked, Michelle
struggling to slam herself onto his cock as he thrust
back and forth.
Then he stood up off the bed, easily holding her with
his hands on her ass, her arms around his neck. He
moved his hips back and forth, and pulled her to him in
time with his thrusts. Her 120 pounds were nothing to
him. After fucking her this way for a while (during
which I'm sure she had at least one orgasm), he placed
her back on the bed, and started to fuck her in earnest
in the missionary position.
I had noticed when Edwardo had first walked in the room
that he resembled me somewhat - same height, same hair
colour, roughly the same build (although he was in far
better shape). And now a horrible thought entered my
head. My wife and I had been trying to have children
for a few years, but no luck. The doctors said I had a
low sperm count. Not so low that there was no hope, but
low enough that they said it would be difficult for
Michelle to get pregnant by me.
They'd recommend that during my wife's fertile period,
that we fuck repeatedly. The year before my wife had
finally become pregnant, but she'd miscarried only a
few weeks into the pregnancy. And since then, nothing.
This weekend my wife was in her most fertile time, and
here she was, flat on her back as another man pounded
his rock-hard cock in her.
Michelle was now grunting in time to his thrusts, not
able to really speak because her mouth was on Edwardo's
shoulder. Then her head fell back onto the bed, and I
could see that she'd been biting him in her passion.
Edwardo cared not at all, continuing his piston-like
thrusts into her petite frame.
"Michelle are you ready for me? I'm going to fuck you
hard, and cum in you!" he said.
"Yes oh yes Edwardo fuck me, cum in me cum in me oh
YES! YES, like that oh YES!!!" Michelle's body began to
spasm as his cock stabbed repeatedly at her G-spot, and
now she screamed with the joy of him. I could tell he
was cumming, lingering inside her a bit longer at the
end of each thrust, his pace gradually slowing.
Eventually he stopped, and they lay together, him on
top of her, gently touching each other's faces. I knew
by then that Michelle had not planned that this would
be just a massage. She'd gone out of her way to choose
a man who looked like me, so that when she became
pregnant by him, the child would resemble me enough to
be accepted by others as my own. I suppose I should
have been grateful for that much at least, but instead
I felt desolated.
Yes, she had a right to a child. But we could have gone
to a sperm donor clinic instead. We'd even talked about
this, but that was before I'd stupidly fucked an escort
while my wife watched. I realized that she'd gone along
with my fantasy just so that she'd feel justified in
fucking another man and trying to become pregnant by
him. The realization was painful to me, and my erection
had disappeared. As Edwardo had been reaching the
pinnacle, firing off repeated blasts of sperm into my
wife, my own cock had shrunk to the point where it
looked like a toy compared to his.
Finally the two separated. They whispered a few words
to each other, and then headed to the bathroom, and
then I heard the sound of the shower running. I think
they showered together, and I heard them laughing at
times. I heard other things as well, including the
unmistakable sound of Michelle having another orgasm.
Eventually the water stopped running. I was relieved -
it was finally over. Edwardo could leave, Michelle
could undo the cuffs, and I could head for the basement
to cry myself to sleep. The two of them headed back
into the bedroom, drying themselves off.
"Honey," said Michelle, "I'll take the camera off you
now, and undo the gag too, but you've got to promise
not to start saying things or anything - be nice,
okay?"
I nodded my head meekly. I had been cowed by the
experience, too unmanned to experience anger. And so
Michelle removed the camera, and undid the ball gag. It
was a relief to get it out of my mouth at last.
Michelle went to the dresser drawer, and put the gag
away. But instead of putting the camera away, I was
very surprised to see her put it on her own head. I
supposed she wanted to make some more video of her and
Edwardo.
"Your husband was very excited by watching us," said
Edwardo.
"I know," Michelle replied. "He was hard as a rock -
not as hard as you, but as hard as he gets. But he's
soft, now. I wonder if we can get him hard again?" she
asked.
Edwardo approached me, and with easy lifted me from the
chair and lay me on the bed. I hated being moved around
like this by him, helpless, but it seemed that Michelle
was going to go to work on me, and perhaps her fucking
me in Edwardo's presence would restore something of my
shattered ego - if I could make her orgasm as he did,
at least I wouldn't feel like such a loser.
Michelle got onto the bed beside me, and started to
kiss me.
"We're going to make you really happy now, sweetie.
Let's finish that blow job that was interrupted when
Edwardo arrived, shall we?" I nodded in agreement.
"Okay," said my wife to Edwardo. "You can get started."
And Edwardo lay down between my legs, and to my shock
took my limp cock into his waiting mouth.
I tried to tell my wife I didn't want this, but she
smother my cries with her lips, kissing me
passionately. She stopped the kiss, only to place an
eager nipple to my mouth, ordering me to suckle her. I
complied, not wanting to anger her, but I was sure that
Edwardo could not make me erect. I knew my own
sexuality pretty well - I'd never been interested in
guys, and had never been bi-curious.
But my cock had a different view of things, and as
Michelle moved off of me, I had a clear view of my
flaccid penis starting gradually to harden under
Edwardo's touch as he slowly bobbed his head up and
down. Some months later Michelle confessed to me that
earlier that evening, she'd put a ground-up Cialis pill
in my drink at dinner, thinking correctly that this
might help me respond when Edwardo started to work on
me.
Now such things are unnecessary, and my wife has
trained me to accept pleasure from a man, but for this
first time, it was a sensible thing for her to do, for
when Edwardo's tongue and mouth made me rock-hard, I
assumed that it was my own body betraying me, and not
the effects of an erection-inducing chemical in my
bloodstream. And so blood rushed to my cock, engorging
it, and at the same time, my face turned beet-red with
shame - I saw this clearly later on the video my wife
showed me.
Edwardo continued to fellate me for a while, until my
wife touched his shoulder and asked him to stop. She
left the room for a while, leaving me with Edwardo.
"Why is she doing this to me," I asked, although by
this point I knew the answer.
"When she hired me she told me how angry she was with
you about the escort you fucked. And she was also
unhappy that the girl was able to make her cum - it
caused your wife to question her own sexuality - she
was very comfortable That's why she's paying me to suck
your cock - so that things are even between you two."
I thought this over for a minute. My wife had been gone
for a while, and I asked whether he knew why.
"She's putting the video onto your computer, and then
uploading it to a secure web location."
"What the fuck for?" I asked.
"Well, it's like this. She figures you'll be more co-
operative if you know that a video of you enjoying a
blowjob from a guy is out there ready to be posted to
the web."
My wife had figured right. There was no fucking way I
would allow such a video to be posted, if there was any
way I could prevent it. Damn.
Michelle walked back into the room.
"I heard Edwardo explaining that I was saving the
video, and why," she said, as she reattached the video
camera to her head using straps. "You understand that I
would like you to be just as co-operative with me as I
was with you?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Good. Edwardo, stand by the bed. My husband is going
to suck your cock." Edwardo helped me up into a sitting
position, and as my wife undid my handcuffs, he got up.
"I assume this is the first blowjob you will give.
Please be careful not to use your teeth."
There was no question of non-compliance, and with my
handcuffs off I settled back onto the bed. Edwardo took
hold of my hair, none to gently, and moved me forwards
towards his cock.
"You have to open your mouth, dear, if you're going to
suck his cock," said my wife. I did as ordered, and
Edwardo placed the head of his cock on my lower lip.
Closing my eyes, I bowed to the inevitable, and took
the tip of his penis into my mouth. He immediately
moved forward slightly, and all of the head of his
penis was inside me, nestled on my tongue.
Soon he began to swell, and my mouth began to swell for
the first time with hard cock. He continued to hold my
head still by clutching my hair, gently moving the tip
of his cock in and out of my mouth. I was lying on my
side, Edwardo standing in front of me fucking my face.
With his right hand, he began gently to stroke me, and
soon I too was hard.
I couldn't believe that I was getting turned on by this
- it just wasn't possible. And yet my cock was really
enjoying his attention, and Edwardo took advantage of
the distraction and the rising lust in me to begin
giving me more of his cock. I wasn't able to take more
than a few inches without gagging. Edwardo gasped when
I accidentally nipped him.
"No teeth - be careful!" he reminded me. He removed
himself for a bit to give my mouth a rest, instructing
me to lick him instead. I tongued his cock like a
lollipop, and I was surprised to find that I was
enjoying the experience. After a while, Edwardo told me
to lie across the bed on my back, with my hand off the
side. So now I was looking at him with my head upside
down. He told me that I'd find it easier to suck him in
this position - and he was right. He wasn't able to get
anything like his full length into me, but I was taking
at least half of it. And now Michelle was sucking on my
cock while I sucked Edwardo's.
"You're doing so well, honey - I'm really proud of
you!" she said when she came up for air. Strangely, I
was pleased with the compliment, and started moving my
head back and forth more vigorously on Edwardo. He
obviously was enjoying it, judging by his moans. After
a while, he pulled himself from my mouth, and told me
to kneel upright on the bed. My feet were still cuffed,
and so I needed a bit of help. Once I was in position,
Edwardo got onto the bed, standing before me, and now I
really went to work on him. Suddenly, his body went
rigid.
"Get ready - I'm going to cum!"
Now I had not thought he would do this to me, and I
tried to pull back. But he grabbed my hair again, and
there was Michelle right beside me.
"I really want to get this cum-shot, so please - just
go with it," she said. I knew I had no choice, and so I
remained motionless as Edwardo's mouth-fucking of me
continued - but only for a few seconds before the first
blast of cum shot straight down my throat. Another
quickly followed, and then he pulled my head off of
him, shooting more cum on my face. He then started
fucking my mouth again, making me swallow still more of
his cum. Michelle was right next to me as this
happened, the camera strapped to her head catching
every detail. When Edwardo finally finished, he went to
the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet towel to clean
both of us off. During this interval, my wife
disappeared for a while. I knew what she was doing, and
when she returned, it really wasn't necessary for
Michelle to tell me that she had just uploaded the
video of my receiving a facial.
"So you see, dear, the situation is very simple. The
first video showed you receiving a blowjob. The second
is far worse - if that goes on the web, everyone will
know you're a cum-swallower. I think you'll agree that
it's safe to take off the cuffs on your ankles now -
there's no way you'll fail to co-operate, is there?"
No, there was not. I was pretty discouraged by this
point. My wife had me by the balls, no question about
it. But that was ok, because she explained that all I
had to do at this point was enjoy a nice massage on
camera from both her and Edwardo. And so I lay down on
the bed, almost contentedly, and let the two of them
give me a wonderful massage that seemed to go on
forever. One of them - I'm not sure which because I was
on my stomach - poured a generous amount of oil onto my
ass, and worked a finger or two up my ass. I'd never
had that done to me before, and I was surprised at how
wonderful it felt. After a while, my wife got off the
bed and opened her dresser drawer again.
"Dear, I think a butt plug is just the thing for you.
What do you think?"
"What ever you say, Michelle."
That's exactly what my wife wanted to hear, and soon I
found my back passage filled with a well-oiled butt
plug, the first of many objects she has since inserted
in me. It remained firmly in place while the message
continued for a long time.
"OK," said my wife. "That's enough - I know you're
ready, and I think Edwardo's ready too - are you,
Edwardo?"
"Yes, I'm getting hard again," he replied. "You can
turn over now," he said to me. I was afraid of what was
coming, but any thought of resistance was long gone,
and I meekly complied, turning over onto my back.
Edwardo was on his knees at the foot of the bed, his
penis rock-hard yet again. And he was moving my legs
apart. Shit! He was going to fuck me!
"Michelle, please don't let him do this to me - I beg
you. Please. I don't want this."
"I know you don't, dear, but I didn't want to have sex
with that goddamn prostitute that you invited into our
marriage bed, after nagging me about it for years. So,
DEAR, you're going to do me a favour and let Edwardo
fuck you up the ass. Unless you'd rather fuck him up
the ass. Do you think you could do that?"
The truth was that I didn't think I could. The idea of
fucking Edwardo didn't do a thing for me - I didn't
think I could remain hard. I shook my head to indicate
no, and remained mute and meek as Edward moved closer
to me and pulled out the butt plug. It was quickly
replaced by his cock. The butt plug had felt huge, but
it was nothing compared to the real thing. Edwardo told
me how to take his cock - to squeeze tight, and then to
relax, and as I relaxed, he got the head into me. A few
more squeezes and relaxations, and he was deep inside
me, fucking me with quick, short strokes.
I learned later that the prostate gland loves the
sensation of a hard cock rubbing it, but at the time I
had no idea why I loved being fuck so much. In no time
I had raised my legs, pulling my heels level with my
ass to open myself further, luxuriating in the feeling
of being fucked. Yes, my first fuck hurt, but it was
also wonderful, and my cock too got hard as I closed my
eyes and enjoyed the fuck.
"You like that, dear, don't you?" asked Michelle. "Tell
me what it feels like!"
"It's so good, being fucked!" I replied, not giving a
damn that what I said was being recorded on video.
Fortunately Edwardo didn't go on too long - he must
have known that it would be too painful for me. So he
quickened his pace, and at the same time, started to
jack me off. Now I'd been in a state of sexual tension
the entire night, and I was by now desperate to cum. It
was a great relief to feel his well-oiled hand sliding
up and down my pole, while at the same time his well-
oiled cock thrust in and out of my ass.
Suddenly I started to cum in great spurts, and this was
the signal for Edwardo to pull out of my ass, holding
his cock against mine as he now used both his hands to
jack us both off, the cum streaming out of us in
unison, mingling in a pool on my stomach.
* * *
That was eight months ago. My wife is now heavily
pregnant with Edwardo's child. I have learned to accept
this, and also that I am, for all intents and purposes,
my wife's sex slave. It kind of sucks sometimes - I
hate having always to do her bidding. But sometimes
it's great, when she invites Edwardo over just to watch
him fuck me - I've learned to like it and I look
forward to it now.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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