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Perfect Present
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)
***
Wife discovers husband is visiting online porn sites
and is offended. But soon she devises a special
surprise for his birthday based upon the sites he was
looking at online. (MMFF/M, reluc, bi, husband, oral,
anal, orgy, voy)
***
My birthday was nearly over, and I still wasn't
surprised.
A few weeks ago Kathy mentioned that she had a
surprise present for me, one that I would never guess
but that she knew for sure I would love. It was at
dinner one night. She had been looking at me with a
funny expression that was sort of unhappy and
disgusted at the same time. I was about to ask about
it when she smiled at me, a forced smile, and told me
about the surprise. That was all she said, and she
didn't mention it again.
Now it was 11:30 on my birthday night, which was a
Saturday. We had gone out for a nice dinner with four
friends, and I had received presents from everyone,
including Kathy. Nothing special happened at the
restaurant. As usual, she talked to the women, and I
talked to the men.
We were getting ready for bed. I was already under the
covers, naked as usual, thinking maybe her surprise
involved some sex. Kathy was brushing her teeth.
We both enjoy sex, and we're pretty good in bed
together. Our sex life is a little irregular, because
I'm on the road a lot, but when I come home, we often
make up for lost time with a few pretty intense nights
in a row before things go back to normal, which is
some weeks more, some weeks less.
I thought I heard a sound over the faucet running in
the bathroom. Kathy turned it off, and then I was
sure. It was our doorbell. Nobody rings our doorbell
at 11:30. I thought it must have been an emergency, so
I started to get out of bed to put some clothes on.
Kathy came out of the bathroom and stopped me.
"Stay right there," she said. "I'll get it." She
slipped a robe over her nightie and quickly went down
the stairs before I could get up. I crawled back under
the covers and tried to listen.
I heard some voices and then steps on the stairway
going up and down a couple of times. Finally, the door
opened and Kathy walked in with two women. I was
shocked, and my face must have shown it, because Kathy
spoke in a soothing voice and said, "Walt, this is
Jody and Margie. They're going to help me with your
birthday surprise. Just stay where you are while
everything is set up, and then I'll explain."
Jody began hauling a lot of equipment into our master
bedroom and setting it up. She was slim, with a face
that would have been pretty if she ever smiled. She
wore her hair short and was dressed in jeans and a
sleeveless top that showed off her muscles.
Our bedroom is large, with the bed against one wall
and lots of space around it. There were some dressers
against the far wall and a couple of easy chairs near
them, but not much else in the room. Now the airy room
was filling up with stuff. Jody was setting up lights,
some high, some low, all around the bed and tripods at
every corner, and then mounting a video camera on each
one. She set up scaffolding on each side of the bed
that almost went as high as our domed ceiling and then
connected them with a thick crossbar. On the crossbar
she attached a few more lights and two more video
cameras.
As she was doing this, I looked over at Kathy and
Margie. Kathy was wrapped up in watching Jody. Margie
alternated between looking at me, Kathy and Jody. She
was a big boned woman, not fat, but full figured.
Though she wore a modest blouse and skirt, I could
tell that underneath it were some voluptuous curves. I
wondered if her breasts were real.
I felt uncomfortable lying naked under the covers,
watching the women. Kathy had taken off her robe. She
was in one of her most transparent and sexiest
nighties. Were they going to film us having sex? That
couldn't be the gift I would love. Even though I enjoy
sex, I'm no exhibitionist, and I was nervous. What if
I couldn't perform?
After what seemed like hours, Jody was done. I looked
at the clock. It was midnight. "I'm ready," she said,
addressing Kathy. Throughout the setup, she hadn't
acknowledged me at all.
As soon as she said it, Margie took off her suit
jacket and began unbuttoning her blouse. Kathy came
over and sat down next to me on the bed. She had a
strange expression on her face as she began talking.
It was the same expression as the night she told me
about the surprise.
"Walt, you gave me the idea for this birthday
surprise," she said. "That's why I know you're going
to love it." She almost spat out the words.
"I usually never go to our computer in the morning,
because I'm racing out of here, but I needed to send a
quick message to my sister one morning. When it came
out of sleep mode, it was on a pay porn site. You had
come to bed late the night before, so I figured you
must have been looking at it and forgotten to close
it. I quickly started a few videos, enough to show me
you were logged in as a member, and then I bookmarked
it and closed the window and rushed to write my email.
"The next time I was home alone, I went back and
became a member myself, so I could explore the site.
You know that I don't like porn, but I forced myself
to look at everything. There were so many different
kinds of porn, I was confused. Some of it was pretty
revolting. As I watched it, I decided that I had to
find out what you were looking at.
"A couple of nights later, I pretended to fall asleep,
and you went to the computer. A half-hour later, I got
up and said, 'Walt, where are you?' and walked toward
your office. Remember? You got up quickly and rushed
to meet me in the hall. Your face was red. I took your
hand and said, 'Come to bed,' and you said, 'OK.'
Remember, we had some pretty exhausting sex for the
next hour.
"Afterward, you quickly fell asleep, but I was wide
awake. I got up and went to the computer. As I
thought, you didn't have time to log off the site, so
I started exploring again. But this time, I could tell
from the colors of the borders of each thumbnail which
videos you had watched. I watched as many as I could
in the next two hours. There were a lot more, but once
I found the patterns, it was easy to figure out what
you liked.
"Walt, this is not the time to talk about what you
were doing watching those videos. All I'll say is that
I wondered about those times when you seemed
uninterested in me day after day. You were in town,
and I knew you weren't cheating because you were home
every night. But even when I gave you strong hints,
you weren't interested, and I went to bed and often
cried while you were working late at the computer. At
least I thought you were working.
"Now I know better and the last thing I'll say for now
about what you were doing is that I decided you were
cheating on me. I know it's not the same as being with
another woman physically, but I still feel betrayed.
You deprived me of your love in favor of those over-
endowed women with hairy pubises. Yes, I know those
are turn-ons for you.
"I was surprised, because I've got above average size
breasts and I've never shaved between my legs. I
couldn't understand why you preferred watching them
and masturbating to actually having sex with your
eager wife. It upset me, and I cried a lot when you
weren't around.
"But we can talk about all that some other time.
Tonight is about you, about giving you the greatest
birthday present you never realized you wanted.
Tonight, we're going to make the perfect porn video
that has everything you like, and you're going to get
a bird's eye view."
As if to punctuate her words, the doorbell rang again,
and she left the room, not bothering to put on her
robe.
I looked over and saw that Margie was now completely
undressed. And she was as voluptuous as I had
imagined. Her breasts were huge but real, because they
sagged just a little, and her rump was firm, round and
smooth. Her legs were slim and smooth, except for
where they met her body. There, sticking out from her
crotch, was a huge, thick thatch of curly black hair,
the biggest I've ever seen. She looked a little
nervous.
Kathy came back into the room with two men, both
average looking buff types that you could see working
out at any fitness center. They began to remove their
clothes, and I saw that they were way above average in
the equipment department. Both sported long, thick
organs.
Kathy came over to me, pulled off the cover and took
my hand. As she pulled it, she said, "Walt, to begin,
I want you to sit here on the chair. Jack, would you
please sit on the chair in that corner. We're going to
start with Bart." She led me to a chair behind the
lights and cameras, as Margie and Bart got onto the
bed.
They began foreplay as we watched, Kathy was sitting
on the floor at my legs. She reached back and grasped
me and began to stroke me, but I was too startled to
be responsive.
"Jack and Bart are experienced at everything," she
said. "They are up for anything the customer wants.
But Margie is new at this. I found her through an
agent, and I watched her previous work. Until last
week, she was doing only girl-girl videos, mostly for
hairy fetish sites. But she has done a couple of
straight sex videos now, and she seemed to enjoy them,
although neither man was as well-endowed as Jack and
Bart. I wanted someone fresh for your perfect present,
and you can see she has the kind of breasts and pubic
hair that you love."
After the kissing and touching, Bart was now getting
between Margie's legs. Kathy took my hand and pulled
me to the bed. It was a large bed, an oversized king,
and Margie and Bart were on one side while Kathy led
me onto the other side, and we sat down next to them.
"Jody has all the cameras running to catch all the
action from many angles, including above. That's
expensive, but it's special for your birthday present.
She's got a camera on her head that she'll be using to
get in close, because I know you like close-up action
so that you can see every hair around the vagina and
anus and every drop of mucous. She'll work around us,
so don't even think about her. Let's look at what Bart
is doing."
She gently pulled me forward so I had a good view of
his tongue working on Margie, whose vaginal lips were
already swollen and oozing love juice. "Get close
enough so you can hear," said Kathy. "Jody has mikes
all over the place, so she'll pick up every sound, but
I want you to experience everything live, too." She
gently pushed my head down and let go when I moved it
closer to the action. Margie's puffy outer lips were
about five inches in front of my eyes now, and I heard
the slurping noises as Bart's tongue worked away
inside of them. I even heard some sighs coming from
Margie.
"How do you like that, Walt?" said Kathy. "Look at
those lips and the red moist stuff inside, and all the
wet hair around it. Are you close enough to see every
pore and every drop? Wouldn't you like to stick your
tongue in there like Bart is doing? Do you hear the
sounds? Do you hear her responding? Are you getting
excited yet?"
She was saying all this enthusiastically, but there
was a slightly shrill edge in her voice.
As for me, I was both stunned and fascinated with the
scene, and I noticed that I was indeed starting to get
excited. I couldn't believe it. This was so weird,
sitting there naked next to a naked couple with my
nose practically in her vagina, which was being eaten
out by Walt, and someone was filming everything while
Kathy was stroking my penis. It was embarrassing, but
at the same time, something inside me was stirring.
"OK, Margie, I think you're warmed up," said Kathy as
she pulled me back until I was sitting upright. This
seemed to be a signal for Bart to lift his head and
move closer to Margie. He was on his knees, and he
took Margie's legs and put them on his shoulders and
then guided his huge member to her vagina which was
now red and wet. I saw him slowly push it inside of
her as she drew in her breath.
"You can handle it, Margie," said Kathy encouragingly.
"Bart, please start very gently. Kathy has never had
anything this big in her before. Walt, see how he's
stretching her, and the sides of her are being forced
out as it goes in. I know you love watching that? Why
don't you get closer?" Again she began to guide my
head and stopped as I moved it myself to within a few
inches of the insertion. I couldn't believe this huge
snake was going in that narrow hole and watched in
fascination.
Finally, it was all the way in, and Bart started to
move. He pulled it out just a few inches and then
slowly pushed it back. Gradually, he picked up the
pace and at the same time pulled it out further before
going all the way back. Now I could see Margie's
juices squeezing out the sides of her and began
hearing rhythmic squishing sounds. As if from another
room, I heard her soft sighs.
The pace was getting faster. "Look up," said Kathy,
pulling me away. I sat back and saw Margie's body
moving on the bed as Bart was pushing straight in and
out and starting to bump her bottom as he went in. In
response, her huge breasts were flopping back and
forth, hitting her face and then bouncing down to hit
her chest and then bouncing back. They flopped faster
and faster as he picked up the speed. My mouth was
open in amazement. I had seen similar scenes online,
but this was right in front of me. The sounds of her
breasts slapping against her skin were loud in my
ears.
Bart slowed down and moved in closer, leaning forward.
This forced Margie's big round rear off the bed and
into the air. Now her movements were more up and down
than horizontal and at first the breasts stopped
moving. But again he picked up the speed and began
bumping her bottom, sending it into the bedsprings,
which sent it right back. This got the breasts going
crazily in every direction and I couldn't take my eyes
off of them.
"Come back here," said Kathy, gently pulling me behind
Bart. His legs were spread and his rear was up in the
air as he was pile-driving into Margie. I didn't enjoy
sitting behind him because the view was of his hairy
crack.
"No, down here," said Kathy as she pushed my head down
between his legs until I was once again inches from
the huge member pushing in and out of Margie.
"Look at how her vagina's being stretched," said
Kathy. "He's really big. Look at her anus. It's being
forced open at the same time. I know you love looking
at assholes. Take a close look and see what's there.
She pushed my head down until I could swear I was
smelling Margie's anus. I looked at it and saw it
stretching and contracting as Bart pounded in and out
of her vagina.
"Doesn't it look like it's asking for something to be
put in there?" said Kathy. "Maybe you want to stick
your tongue in. Do you wonder what it tastes like? Do
you want to stick your tongue in it?"
"No," I said firmly. It was one thing to watch anuses
in a video, but this close to the real thing was
something else, and I wasn't finding it appetizing.
"OK, then stick a finger in," said Kathy. "Come on."
She took my right hand and led my index finger to the
Margie's anus and pushed it in. Then she began guiding
it in and out. My arm was limp. I had no feeling
except in my finger, which felt the contractions of
Margie's anus. Kathy let my hand go, but somehow, even
without her, my finger kept on going in and out.
"That's it," she said. "Feel her with your finger.
She's trying to move away from it, because she's not
used to something in her ass. See how she's squirming.
Put another finger in and keep on going. Now try to
match Bart's rhythm. That's it. Put your head down
closer, so you can see your finger and Bart going in
and out at the same time and hear them."
I followed her instructions like a robot, and as Bart
slowed down, I slowed down. When he pulled out, I
pulled out.
"That was great," said Kathy. "Jody told me she got
some good video. Now let's do a different position.
Margie, get on your knees, and Bart is going to do you
doggy style."
Bart got behind Margie and started feeding his member
into her again. It seemed even bigger because it was
now glistening from her juices, and this time there
was less trouble getting it all in. He started to go
slowly in and out.
"Get down close so you can see the action, Walt," said
Kathy. I didn't wait for her to move me this time. I
got my face next to them, and watched his long tool
move in and out between her cheeks.
"That's not good," Kathy said. "You can't see anything
from the side. The best view is from underneath. Stop
a minute, Bart and Margie." They disengaged and looked
at her. She pulled me to the middle of the bed and
then rolled me onto my back.
"OK Margie, get on your knees right over Walt, so he
can see right into your pubic hair, and Bart get
behind her. Are you ready, Walt? This is an angle you
hardly ever see. It's going to be special, just for
you." I heard that hint of hysteria in her voice
again, and it made me nervous. But then my attention
was on something else.
I was looking straight up, and all I saw at first was
black, curly bush. But then coming into view was what
looked like an elephant's trunk. It poked into the
bush, looking for something, and it kept going deeper
and deeper into the bush. Then I saw the bush parting
in the middle with a red gash appearing around the
elephant trunk and spreading out.
The trunk began going in and out of the red gash, and
I was mesmerized. I heard Kathy's voice, as if from
far away. "How does that look, Walt?" it said. "Can
you see everything? Here, let me get you in a better
position." I felt her push a soft cushion under my
head. My eyes were now a few inches from the action,
and I heard the squishing sounds. I felt some of
Margie's juices dripping on my face as Bart's thing
squeezed them out of her. Ugh. I tried to ignore it
and concentrate on the action.
"How are you feeling, Margie?" Kathy asked. "Are you
OK with Bart's size now?"
"Not really," said Margie. "He's so big, and I'm too
tight. I might need some lubricant."
"What if your clitoris was stimulated more?" said
Kathy. "Would that help with your lubrication?"
"I don't know," said Margie. "We can try it."
"OK," said Kathy. "Walt, slide down until you can
reach Margie's clitoris. I'll help you with the
cushion." Margie's tone of voice had changed. This
wasn't a request but a command. I wasn't happy. The
last thing I wanted to do was lick this hired porn
actress while she was getting serviced. I didn't make
any move.
Kathy maneuvered the cushion under my head, but it did
no good, because I wouldn't budge. "Move, Walt," she
said. "Slide down a little. Come on."
"No," I said. "Kathy, I think this has gone far
enough. I know you mean well, but I'm not comfortable
right now, and I think it's time to stop."
"But we haven't finished the video," said Kathy. "I
paid all this money just for your special gift. Please
cooperate."
"No," I said, "and that's final."
"I'm giving you what you really want," said Kathy.
"You know you'd love to eat Margie out while Walt is
screwing her. You know it. Why are you so stubborn?"
Margie interrupted. "Wait a second, Kathy," she said.
"I think I've figured out how to do this. Please ask
Walt to move again and this time, add 'pretty
please.'"
Kathy's voice sounded angry. "What are you talking
about, Margie?" she said.
"Just do what I say," said Margie. "I know this will
work." There wasn't a sound from Bart, who never
stopped moving slowly in and out of Margie.
"OK. Walt, please move down so you can lick Margie's
clitoris."
"No!"
"Pretty please!"
As she said the words, I felt Margie's hands. They
were warm and soft, and they were around my testicles
and manipulating them. It was exciting, but I wasn't
giving in."
"It didn't work," said Kathy
"Try again," said Margie.
"Pretty please!" said Kathy.
Margie's hands began pulling my testicles away from
each other and then back. It was getting me more
worked up. "Again!" she shouted.
"Pretty please."
The hands were holding my testicles tightly now and
gently squeezing.
"Again!"
"Pretty please!"
The squeezing was getting harder. It was beginning to
hurt.
"Again!"
"Pretty please!"
The squeeze was now like a vice, and I was in real
pain.
"Again!"
"Pretty please!"
This time I didn't wait for the pain to get worse. I
slid down.
"He did it," said Kathy. "How in the world? You are
amazing."
"I know," said Margie, "but that's going to cost you a
bonus."
"No problem," said Kathy as she moved me around and
adjusted the cushion under my head. Now my eyes were a
few inches from the rod moving in and out of Margie,
and my mouth was pressed tightly against her moist
vagina, right at her clitoris. Margie shifted her legs
slightly so her body lifted up an inch or so and I
could breathe. I felt her hand closing around my
jewels again, so I quickly began licking her.
She responded with a long low sigh. "Oh!, she said,
"that feels good. Go a little faster, the same speed
as Bart." As I felt her hands touching my balls, I
sped up and got my tongue in the same rhythm. I heard
her panting and then I felt moisture on my tongue. Her
juices were really streaming out of her now, covering
my face, and my licking sounds were mixed with the
sound of Bart's tool making loud, squishy sounds going
in and out.
Then I heard Margie hold her breath. She began
shaking. Bart and I didn't stop. Then she squealed and
suddenly I couldn't lick her anymore. She had
collapsed on top of me. I could barely breathe with my
nose stuck in her sweaty bush and her slimy vagina
covering my mouth. Finally, she raised herself.
"That was awesome," she said.
"Jody says we got all of that on video with some great
close-ups," said Kathy with an edge in her voice
again. "You are going to love watching it, Walt."
"Great," said Bart in a flat voice as he continued to
push mechanically in and out of Margie. "I'm glad
everyone's so excited."
"What's wrong," said Kathy.
"Well, I'm here working away, and do I get any extra
stimulation?"
"What would you like?" said Kathy.
Bart was silent for a second. "Well, how about
somebody licking my balls," he said.
"No problem," said Kathy after a moment. "We happen to
have someone in the perfect position." Before I even
realized what she was talking about, she grabbed the
big pillow my head and shoulders were lying on and
pulled my whole body backward. I looked up and saw I
was looking right into Bart's hairy crack, which was
wide open because his legs were spread. I saw his
unappetizing hole in the middle of the hair. His anus
had almost as much hair around it as Margie's vagina.
In a second, the hole was blocked as he pulled out of
Margie and his huge ball sack flew by, just above me.
Then he went inside Margie again, and I saw his crack
once more.
Margie began playing gently with my balls again as
Kathy lifted my head and moved the cushion under me in
various ways until she was satisfied. Then she lowered
my head again.
Now Bart's testicles were swinging so close to my face
that I could feel the strands of hair coming out of
them tickling me and a breeze when they went by.
Margie was still stroking my balls as Kathy said,
"Stick out your tongue." I felt hands tighten around
my balls, and I didn't hesitate.
"Swoosh!" Bart's balls swiped across my outstretched
tongue. "Swoosh!" they swiped coming back. I felt Bart
flinch the first time and then lower his balls a
fraction to get more friction. He experimented with
speeding up and slowing down and then got into a quick
rhythm.
I kept the tongue pushed out as long as I could, and
then it started hurting, so I had to pull it back in.
"Don't stop," he said, and I felt Margie's warm hands
on me again, closing gently. I rested my tongue for a
few seconds and then stuck it out again. There was
another flinch and then a sigh, and Margie released
me.
This happened four or five times. I looked away from
the balls and Bart's hole as I was doing this and was
shocked to see Kathy's face almost as close to me as
my face was to Bart's rear. She was watching
everything intently. I turned to the other side, and
there was Jody's head with the camera strapped onto
it, taking closeups of me licking another man's
testes. I felt totally humiliated.
Kathy raised her head and spoke again: "How does that
feel, Bart? Are you stimulated by Walt licking your
balls? This is going to be great on the video." She
stopped and I heard her laugh. It was an ugly laugh.
"Don't stop Bart, but I have a question for you," she
said. "Do you like anal stimulation, Bart, like when a
girl rubs your asshole or sticks her finger in or even
licks it?"
"I don't know," Bart said. "That doesn't happen to me
too often. Usually, I'm the one doing it to the
girls."
"Well, I want to try something," said Kathy. "I don't
know if this will work in combination with you and
Margie, but I think I've figured it out. Pull almost
all the way out and stop for a minute and let me set
it up."
I saw Bart's tool come out until the tip of it was
resting just inside the entrance of Margie's vagina.
Then I felt Kathy pulling me back again and adjusting
me. She got a second smaller cushion and put it under
my head, pushing my face right into Bart's crack.
"OK, Bart, spread your legs a little wider and lower
your rear so that Walt's tongue is right at your hole.
Walt, stick out your tongue just a little, not so far
that it hurts. I want this to be comfortable for you."
I nearly gagged when she said this and didn't do
anything until I felt Margie's hands begin to close on
my testicles again. Walt's cheeks were spread and the
tip of my tongue was right at his hole a second later.
"OK, Walt, stark licking," said Kathy. "Pretend that
it's me, or maybe Margie." She had never asked me to
do this to her, because she knew I wouldn't. I gave a
few licks and tasted something horrible and smelled it
at the same time. I felt like I would throw up.
"Great," said Kathy. "Now go faster. Come down here
and get this, Jody. It looks incredible."
I began licking faster, and I felt Bart begin to
respond. His hole twitched and he squirmed beneath my
tongue a little. "OK, keep going, Walt, while I get
the rest of this set up," said Kathy. What else was
she going to do?
"Margie," she said, "Bart is going to stay in this
position, so Walt can keep licking his anus. That
means that you are going to be the one moving back and
forth on his pole. So get adjusted and start moving,
but very slowly."
I felt Margie shifting around, and then the movement
started. It was very slow, but each time she came
back, she bumped Bart just a bit and that pushed him
back against my tongue. His cheeks spread a little
wider and his hole was slightly more open as my tongue
went across it. Gradually, my head moved further and
further between his cheeks until I had to take quick
breaths when I could, because I was almost embedded in
him.
I heard some heavy breathing and thought it was
Margie, but then I moved my eyes to the side and saw
Kathy. She was staring at me and her face was getting
red.
She began talking. "That's it, Walt, lick Bart's
asshole," she said. "Lick it hard, just like those
girls do on those videos you like so much. They put
their heads into the guy's ass just like you're doing.
I don't think there's anything more degrading that you
can do to a girl than make her eat out a guy's ass, is
there? Isn't that exciting? Now you know just how the
girl feels, so you will be able to get into it even
more." I almost gagged again as I listened to her. She
sounded angry and aroused at the same time.
"Stop for a second, Bart. OK, Walt, Bart is going to
push out. Hopefully, nothing comes out. When he does,
I want you to stick your tongue out as far as it will
go and stick it into the hole as deep as you can.
Bart, keep that hole pushed out until I tell you to
stop."
I heard Bart grunt, and I saw the muscles move around
his hairy hole, pushing it at my tongue. When I saw it
open, I nearly heaved. I couldn't push my tongue in
there no matter what they did to me. Margie's hands
tightened up on me, and she said to Kathy, "Say pretty
please."
"Pretty please!" yelled Kathy with excitement.
The hands got tighter. The pain was excruciating, but
I didn't stick my tongue out.
"Pretty pretty please!" yelled Kathy. Now the pain was
so bad that I couldn't control myself any longer. I
screamed as loud as I could. Even though I was under
Bart's ass, I got some good volume, but I knew no one
could hear me because the bedroom is at the back of
the house, far from the street and separated from the
neighbors by a large backyard.
The hands on my balls relaxed. I heaved a sigh of
relief and heard myself make some choking sobbing
sounds. Everything was quiet in the room.
"Let's try again," said Kathy. "Pretty pretty please."
As the hands began tightening around me again. I gave
a huge sob. I tried to bear the pain, but it was no
good. I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go.
Brad had closed up in the meantime, but now he began
pushing open again. I put my tongue in as deep as I
could.
"That's it," said Kathy, almost choking with glee as
Margie's hands at my crotch relaxed. "Here. I'll help
you. She moved the small pillow and the big pillow so
my tongue went deeper into Bart and my head almost
disappeared in the jungle of hair between his
buttocks. A little air came I through into my nose or
I would have passed out.
"OK, Margie," said Kathy. "Start moving against Bart
again, but very slowly."
Each time Margie moved back, Bart was pushed back onto
my tongue and my face was pushed deeper inside his
rear. Then I heard Kathy say, "That looks great. OK,
Bart, now you can stop pushing."
As he stopped, his anus tighted around my tongue. It
was like a trap that held my tongue inside and
squeezed it, then released it, then squeezed it.
Margie continued moving steadily, and the squeezing
became more irregular. He was starting to lose
control.
"Does it feel good, Bart," said Kathy. "Go a little
faster, Margie. I can see Walt's tongue is getting him
stimulated. Let's get him to come with Walt's tongue
in his ass." She was breathing heavily and barely able
to talk now. I looked over and saw her face was beet
red.
I felt Margie's pushing harder now and Bart was
spasming on my tongue again and again. Finally, he
gave a loud grown and pushed hard into Margie. His
hole clenched my tongue so tightly that if I hadn't
moved my head up with him, I think my tongue would
have been ripped right out of my mouth.
I felt him erupting into Margie for nearly a minute,
and then he was leaning back again on top of my face,
but now his hole loosened, and I was able to pull my
tongue out. I was so scared when he lurched forward
that I forgot everything, but now I again felt the
disgusting taste on my tongue and the horrible smell
in my nose.
One other thing happened during his orgasm. There was
a scream off to the side. I barely heard it because my
ears were almost completely covered. Now I looked over
and saw Kathy. She was drenched in sweat, and her jaw
hung loose. She looked exactly like she looked after
she had an orgasm. What happened to us? I thought. Why
was I lying here with the disgusting taste of a man's
insides in my mouth while she was feeling satisfied.
Margie spoke. "Hey," she said, "what about me?"
"I'm sorry?," Kathy asked.
"Everybody got off except me," she said. I was too
sick and exhausted to tell her that I was nowhere near
getting off.
"Oh," said Kathy, "You orgasmed earlier. But we got
you worked up again. I'm sorry." She thought for a
minute. "I know just the person to help you get off."
She came over and pulled me back down to Margie's
clitoris. "Wait a minute," she said and got up and
went into the bathroom. I heard water running and she
came back with a hot, damp washcloth and began
scrubbing my face, from below my eyes down to my chin.
Then she said, "Stick out your tongue, Walt, it's
filthy." I stuck it out as far as I could, and she
scrubbed it, too.
"There," she said. "Now you're as fresh as a daisy."
She laughed loudly. It wasn't as harsh a laugh as it
had been earlier. She seemed to be in a good mood now.
She placed me back down by Margie's clitoris and I
felt the hands on my balls again. With my first lick,
I almost gagged. I wasn't even inside the lips, but
the outside had a coat of the most vile cream mixed
into the hair. It was a little of Bart's emission that
had leaked out. "You are a sadistic bitch," I yelled
as loud as I could. It wasn't very loud because my
mouth was against Margie's vagina, but everyone in the
room heard it, and for a moment everything stopped.
"What do you mean?" said Kathy in a serious voice.
"I mean you are forcing me to do something that is
disgusting to me and saying it's what I want," I said.
"If it's what I want, then why is Margie hurting me to
make me do it? That's sadism and pure evil. You can
pretend whatever you want, but you must really hate me
to torture me like this."
"Let me think a minute," said Kathy. Uh oh. She was
good at thinking and prided herself on solving tough
problems. I didn't want her to solve anything. I just
wanted to get out of there.
"You're not right," she said finally. "I'm not evil
and sadistic. I'll admit that what you were watching
on the Internet made me mad and disgusted with you,
but everything we're doing is exactly what you enjoy
watching. You like women and even men being forced to
do repulsive things, even though they are acting. The
only difference is that you're not acting. But when we
watch this later, it will be as if you are watching
actors, and you'll be experiencing it vicariously, so
what's the difference? Just a little temporary
discomfort."
"How about calling it a lot of pain," I yelled back.
"All right, I came up with a solution for that," said
Kathy. "Margie isn't going to hurt you anymore. All
she will do from now on is pleasure you." She leaned
over and started whispering in Margie's ear. I tried
to hear, but all I could make out was the word
"orgasm" a few times.
She finished whispering and said, "From now on, Margie
is going to persuade you with pleasure instead of
pain. I should have thought of this before. I
apologize." She leaned down and kissed me, and as she
did, I felt Margie's hand start working on my balls
again.
But this time, she didn't squeeze them. She fondled
them in one hand and pulled them gently away from each
other, then let them go, then manipulated them again.
It felt really good.
Meanwhile, her mouth sucked me in. Then it released
me, and her tongue began working on me. And then she
sucked again. The alternate suction and tonguing,
combined with the fiddling fingers was starting to
arouse me. Then I felt a finger in the entrance of my
rear, rubbing something slippery there. It was
lubricant, and soon the finger started probing me and
then moving in and out of me.
I was now totally aroused, and my body jerked when a
second finger joined the first in my rear. My body was
rising to meet her mouth and her hands.
"Pretty please," said Kathy. I turned and looked at
her and she was sticking her tongue out and making
licking motions. She wanted me to start working on
Margie again. But I knew that if I did, I would get a
mouthful of come. "No way," I said.
Margie's magic mouth and fingers stopped and withdrew.
Slowly my penis got wobbly and finally fell back in a
heap. Then Margie began to play with me again and suck
me into her mouth. Then came the fingers in my rear.
This time, I got hard much faster and she kept going
as Kathy said "Pretty please" again. But when I didn't
respond, Margie stopped again.
I stayed hard longer, but finally I collapsed again. I
felt frustrated and uncomfortable. As soon as I was
soft, Margie began again, and we went through the same
process. Nothing was hurried, and everything was
gentle. The two men were watching from their chairs
while Jody was filming close-ups.
As gentle as she was, by the fourth time I was aroused
by Margie and then released, I began feeling a lot of
discomfort and even some pain in my testicles. But I
held out and wouldn't open my mouth. Gradually the
pleasure increased, and so did the pain when the
pleasure stopped. By the sixth time, almost without
thinking, I began licking.
Margie's ministrations began again and continued while
I was licking, but the second I stopped to catch my
breath, she stopped, and although I began licking
again quickly, she wouldn't start until I was totally
soft and in even more pain.
Her rear was high in the air, and my mouth was pushed
up to it on the pillows so my tongue was licking her
clitoris from below. I was facing straight up and saw
her glistening crack above me, but the puffy lips were
closed as I was probing between them to reach the
clitoris. I tasted some of Bart's disgusting come, but
even when her lips opened, nothing was coming out of
Margie because her vagina was up while her head was
down on my stomach as she sucked and licked me.
As I kept licking her, she and I got into the same
rhythm with our mouths. Then I heard her hold her
breath again. He mouth came up off me and her hands
pushed hard against my legs as she raised her chest up
and her head came back and let out a frightening sound
from deep inside her, like some kind of jungle cat
howling at the moon.
As her head came up and she howled, her bottom slammed
down on me and pushed her vagina into my mouth. I
backed my head away, but it only went so far into the
pillow. Her red slit was opening and closing in
spasms, and each time it did, a torrent of come poured
out. It went into my eyes, my nose and, most of all,
my mouth.
I choked and sputtered as my mouth and nose filled up
with Bart's come. I couldn't breathe. I opened my
mouth wide and gulped air and come at the same time. I
swallowed the filthy stuff as fast as I could, but it
still kept coming. Finally it stopped, right around
the time Margie stopped shaking, and her ass fell back
hard, cutting off my air and pushing more of the thick
white stuff into my mouth.
I held my breath, and in a few seconds she leaned
forward off of me. "Wow!" she said. "That was
tremendous." She was breathing quickly and deeply. I
was starting to feel the pain in my groin again. I
needed release, but I wasn't getting any.
"Now that you are satisfied, you need to finish what
you promised," said Kathy.
"Isn't this enough?" asked Margie. "I told you I've
never had more than a couple of fingers in my ass, and
Jack looks pretty big."
"I promised you he wouldn't hurt you," said Kathy. "I
did some research. You'll be sore for a few days, but
you're getting paid for that. Walt loves anal, and we
can't do a half-assed job on his video." She laughed.
"All right," said Margie. "Let's get this thing over
with."
Margie was still lying on top of me with her crotch
right in front of my eyes. I looked up to see Kathy
come over with a long tube in one hand and some
fingers covered up with a gob of grease in the other.
She stuck the fingers into Margie's rear, moved them
around inside her a little and pulled them out. Then
she pushed the tube in and wiggled it around as it
kept going in. I was amazed at how far she could push
it into Margie.
Then Margie's body jerked as I heard a soft rushing
sound. I saw Kathy holding up something attached to
the tube. She looked at me and said, "Lubricant. We're
filling her full up with it."
A second after Kathy pulled the tube out, I saw Jack
climb up behind Margie. He was already hard, and from
this perspective, it looked like he had an elephant
trunk as big as Bart's. How was he ever going to get
it inside that little pucker?
After he rubbed up and down her crack with the tip, he
placed it at the opening and began pushing. "Slow,
slow," Margie said. I watched in rapt attention as he
slowly inched in. She took one deep, long breath after
another. Finally, it was all in, and he left it there
for a minute.
"You did it," said Kathy.
"I don't know how," said Margie. "It's killing me. I'm
afraid of what will happen when he starts."
Jack began moving and Margie started writhing. She was
breathing in gasps, and I heard little sobs now and
then. It looked like she was trying her hardest to
endure it without complaining, but every once in a
while a little shriek or a sob was mixed into the
panting that got faster and faster.
Then I felt her fingers again. She was turning her
attention back to me, maybe trying to ignore what has
happening in her rear. She was manipulating my sack,
inserting a couple of fingers and then I felt her
tongue again and finally her head going up and down as
she sucked.
Every once in a while, she stopped. Maybe it was the
discomfort inside her. Whatever the reason, she was
driving me mad again because when she stopped, she
waited until I wilted before she began working on me
again.
"Help her," said Kathy quickly. "Start licking again."
I put my mouth on her vagina and got my tongue going
again. I was now in a weird place, as if I was on
another planet. Almost in my face was a huge elephant
trunk pushing in and out of Margie's anus, squirting
out lubricant over my face as I was eating her out.
She meanwhile was pleasuring me to the point of
madness. I needed to come and I kept trying, but she
never gave me long enough.
"OK," said Kathy. "That's 20 minutes. You did it,
Margie. Jack, you can pull out now."
"Wait a second, I'm not done," said Jack. "You didn't
warn me about the time. I kept holding back. What am I
going to do?" He was pulling out slowly, and then
there was the sound of a champagne cork popping as his
elephant trunk jerked free of Margie's rear and a huge
amount of lubricant poured down on me.
Once again, I tried in vain to keep it out of my nose
and mouth but couldn't. Pretty soon Kathy was beside
me with another wet cloth and cleaned me off again.
Then she said, "Jack, luckily for you, you get to
finish the evening and the video in another hole
that's handy if a certain lady will get her fingers
out of it."
I started to scream out, but Margie pushed her vagina
on top of my face and gagged me. She took her fingers
out of my rear, stopped fondling me and lifted her
head off my tool. Then she grabbed my legs behind the
knees and pulled them back.
She pulled them further and further back until my feet
were above my head. My rear was lifted off the bed. I
felt a tube being pushed into it, deeper and deeper,
until it stopped. Then I was flooded with warm liquid.
"It's lubricant mixed with enema prep liquid," said
Kathy in my ear. "You're being stuffed full of it like
a turkey. But in a minute, your anal muscles are going
to start spasming to release it, because of the
chemical."
The tube was pulled out, and in a flash, something
started pushing at my rear. It was a lot larger than
Margie's two fingers. I tried to tighten my anus, but
then it spasmed for the first time, and I lost
control. Some greasy liquid inside of me came out, and
my hole opened enough for Jack's to push his tip in.
That was all he needed. He had lifted my legs onto his
shoulders and began slowly pushing the rest of his
giant tool deep inside me. Margie let go of my legs
and now both her fingers were manipulating my balls. I
felt her mouth go back on me, alternately licking and
sucking. With my legs so high, she had to sit up to
get to my penis.
She moved back, and her rear came off my face. When I
looked up, I saw her on her hands and knees, leaning
forward to play with my balls and suck me. When I
looked straight ahead, I saw some of Jack's huge penis
disappearing and reappearing. He was now pounding me,
and my insides felt like mush.
But as much as he was hurting me, I couldn't stop
responding to Margie's hands and mouth and getting
more and more ready to explode. I was wondering
whether Margie would stop and torture me again when
Jack yelled out, "I'm coming."
It must have been some kind of signal, because I felt
Margie sucking harder, moving her head faster and
pulling my testicles with more urgency. And sure
enough, just as I felt an explosion of Jack's semen
inside of me, I felt my own explosion going into her
mouth. She kept on going back and forth, sucking hard,
and my body was spasming and bumping into Jack's
jerking body.
Finally, I stopped. I looked up and saw her leaning
down over my face. She opened her mouth, and I saw a
huge ball of white, milky stuff was coming straight
down. Once more, I was covered with slimy mucous that
went into my eyes, my nose and my mouth as I felt the
last stabs of pain from Jack's loose organ being
pulled out of me. Even soft, it was too thick for my
insides.
I lay there on the bed for a while. When I looked up,
I saw Jack, Bart and Margie in a corner of the room
with Kathy. She was probably paying them, because soon
they were gone. The only sound was of Jody putting
away her equipment. She carried it down the stairs in
her strong arms -- it took two trips -- and then she
was huddling with Kathy, and then she was gone.
Finally, I got up and went straight to the bathroom. I
took a long, hot shower. I was totally numb, except
for the excruciating pain in my anus. When I got out
of the shower, I walked into the bedroom and got
dressed. Kathy was sitting on a chair in the bedroom
staring at me. She got up and followed me as I walked
out of the bedroom and was starting to say something
when I closed the front door quickly behind me.
***
Two months later, she called me. A few days after the
video session, I had served her papers and gotten a
trial separation. I hadn't talked with her since that
night. Our lawyers did the talking.
"I need to talk to you," she said. "Can you come over
here."
"No."
"Please."
"I'll meet you at the Denny's around the corner," I
said.
"All right."
I got there first. When she walked in, she was wearing
a dress that emphasized her terrific figure. She
looked better than ever, except for her face. Well,
her face looked terrific, too, but it was paler than
usual and her eyes were red. I wondered if she was
acting. I didn't trust her anymore."
"It's no good, Walt," she said. "I want you back." She
reached into her purse and pulled out a plastic case
and opened it. "This is the final edited production,"
she said, pointing to the DVD on the left. "It's truly
amazing. Jody wanted to enter it for an award, but I
wouldn't let her. The other DVD is the raw footage
from all the cameras." She handed the case to me. For
some reason, I took it.
"Listen, Walt, I know you hate me and don't trust me
anymore," she said, "but I've got to tell you the
truth. I was conflicted, but I did want to make the
video for you. My original idea was to make something
you would love to watch and while you were watching
it, I would point out how disgusting you were for
getting turned on by it. I didn't think much beyond
that.
"But while we were shooting, something changed. I
still loved you and I still hated the idea of you
watching that stuff on the computer instead of making
love to me, but I found myself getting all excited and
even experiencing a couple of orgasms as you were
humiliated. I was totally confused.
"I don't want to tell you this next part, and probably
you would never find out, but I promised you the
truth. A couple of days after you walked out, I began
going to bars with friends, like I did before we were
married. I hooked up with a few guys and found myself
doing some pretty kinky stuff, things I never imagined
I would ever do.
"In a few weeks, the novelty wore off. Walt, I'm
telling you the truth. Those guys were wild and fun
and well endowed, but they weren't you. They had great
bodies, and they were great lovers, but there was
nothing more to them. I realized then that no matter
how angry and disgusted you had made me, I never
stopped loving you -- not even when I was degrading
you for the video.
"Walt, I'll do anything you want if you take me back.
You can put me on probation for as long as you want.
I'll do any of those sick things you watch on those
websites. You can make videos of me doing them. Or if
you want, I'll do them with someone else while you
watch. I won't refuse anything. You can have your
revenge.
"If you won't take me back, I'm telling my lawyer to
give you half the house and half the money. I won't
ask for alimony. I'll move back upstate and live with
my parents for a while and try to work out the rest of
my life. I'll try to forget you, except when I'm
watching the video. That will be all that I have left
of our lives together."
She was rushing her words at the end, and then she put
her head in her hands and started sobbing.
Was this another show? How could I believe her? It
didn't take me long to make the biggest decision of my
life.
I said, "First, I want you to tell me every detail
about that night. Not what I experienced, but
everything else."
She looked up at me, breathed in a wet sobbing breath
and took my head in her soft hands and began covering
it with kisses.
"I haven't decided yet," I said to her as I pulled my
head back, but she knew that I had. She looked at me
through her tears. "What do you want to know, Walt?"
she said. "I know my anger at you blinded me, because
I should never have let Jack have your asshole. That
part wasn't for you; it was for me. But everything
else I told you that night was true, except I didn't
tell you that I planned every detail. Everything I
said and the others said was in my script. I even
wrote out what you would say, and I was close 99
percent of the time. I had done my research well,
because I knew you and your letches down to the last
detail.
"See, Walt, I've been telling the truth to you all
along. You wanted nearly everything that happened on
the video -- except getting raped in the ass -- even
though you can't admit it. If you want me to, from now
on I'll pretend whatever you want. I don't need to
tell the truth anymore. Whatever you want me to say,
I'll say."
I turned the disk over in my hands. "No," I said, "I
want you to always tell the truth, or what you think
is the truth, and I'm going to do the same. But I'll
tell you right now that you are wrong. Sure, I
fantasized about those things, but if you think all
men want what they fantasize, you don't know anything
about men.
"Yes, I liked to watch those things, but did I ever do
any of them with you or even suggest that we do them?
The only thing you had right was that sometimes, I
substituted the online porn for you. That was wrong,
and I'm truly sorry for humiliating you that way.
"But whatever I did to you by watching that stuff, it
will never compare to what you did to me. You degraded
me, but you also degraded yourself in my eyes, and
it's going to take a long time for me to look at you
the way I used to.
"I still don't know why I'm willing to give that a
shot. And no, I'm not making this mess worse by asking
you to do more disgusting things. What I want most
right now is being normal, even boring, for a change."
***
That was five years ago, and things are going well so
far. Sometimes, when one of her friends is over or
we're together with other couples, the women give me
the eye. Usually it's a curious or quizzical look, but
sometimes there's desire and longing and even
desperation in their eyes.
After experiencing this for nearly a year, I asked
Kathy about it.
"Oh, don't mind them, Walt," she said. "After you
walked out and I was going wild for a few weeks, I
showed the video to all of my friends, but each time
it was at our house on our flat-screen TV, and none of
them has seen it since. I'm sure they told all their
friends about it, but that was just talk, and nobody
except them has seen it.
"You'd be surprised at their reactions. Some of them
got into it right away, and some of them were
disgusted at the same time they were fascinated. But I
found out that each of them thought about the video a
lot after they saw it, and each of them has since
asked me for a copy at least once. Some of them have
almost begged me to allow them to come over and see it
again. You know my friend, Eve?"
"Yeah, I really like her and her husband."
"Well, then you know both of them are very religious.
She and Adam are really into their church and are
there three times a week. They also do a lot of
charity work on weekends.
"I didn't tell her anything about the video, because I
knew it would make her sick to hear what I had done.
But some of our mutual friends apparently weren't as
considerate of her feelings. I was shocked when she
called during the time we were apart, and, after
talking about this and that for 15 minutes, she told
me the reason for her call. She knew it was wrong, but
for some reason she wanted to see a few minutes of it.
She promised she wouldn't think any differently of me
or you.
"I invited her over, and you should have seen her.
After asking her a couple of times whether she had
seen enough and hearing her say, 'Just a little more,'
I shut up and just watched her. She was sitting in an
easy chair, clutching the armrests in a death grip. I
think she must have had at least five orgasms while
watching you.
"When the video was over, I could tell she was
embarrassed. All she said was 'Thanks' before she
rushed out the door. When I saw her again in the
following weeks, she didn't mention the video. But
many months later, she asked if she could borrow it. I
told her we were back together and nobody else would
ever see it again. She was happy to hear about us, and
didn't say another word about it then.
"But two months later, she began to bring it up
whenever we were alone. You wouldn't believe what she
offered me for a copy or just a chance to see it at
our house again. Remember when I insisted we update
our home security system six months ago, and you
thought I was crazy. It was because of some of the
desperate things I was hearing from her, and some of
the things she was doing. I would never let her set
foot in our house again, and I was worried that she
might try to get in anyway while we were out of town.
"I've told Jody to destroy everything she has on us
and that if she doesn't and I ever hear about one
second being seen by anyone else, she will be through
in this town and anywhere else I can hunt her down. I
told her that I would hurt her any way I could, both
legal and illegal. She laughed at me and said that our
video was tame compared to some of the other stuff
she's done, but she returned the original recordings
to me and promised me she erased all the copies."
Kathy and I have an unwritten understanding now. If
I'm working at the computer at night and she summons
me in a certain way, I drop everything to join her.
And vice versa.
If she's tired or has a headache or isn't in the mood
when I am, I get to go to my computer and work or
watch whatever I want, and she has no right to say
anything. And vice versa.
It's rare that I'm not in the mood, but when I am not
and she is, I still try hard to accommodate her if I
possibly can. The first time I didn't, I was feeling
fluish, and I dozed off. About a half-hour later, I
woke up. The door to her office was open, and I saw
her back as she was looking at the screen. Her body
was shaking, and I heard the computer speakers. I knew
exactly what she was watching, and my stomach began
churning. I couldn't go to sleep and kept watching her
back.
Finally, she slumped in her chair. After a few
minutes, she got up and turned off the computer. She
was humming happily and swaying like a drunk as she
walked to the bathroom. Before the bathroom door
closed, I caught a quick glimpse of her face as she
turned on the light. It was bright red.
So unless I'm so sick that I can't move, I always
respond to her advances. It's either that or my
stomach knotting up as I think about her watching my
video birthday surprise on her computer. It's a
horrible feeling, and unless I can't help it, I don't
ever want to feel it again.
END
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