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A Wife's Fantasy
by J&L (jaytryon@icloud.com)
***
A husband sets his wife up for a night of fun with a
stranger. (MMF, reluc, d/s, swing, bd, voy, spank,
rom)
***
I answer the door of our hotel room and allow the
waiter to enter with our dinner tray from room
service. I reach for my wallet to give him his tip,
when he says, "I'll take my tip another way."
I look up and cry out in surprise as he pushes me
against the wall, grabbing my wrists and holding them
high above my head. I look frantically to my husband
who is sitting in the chair pointing his video camera
to capture every second of my predicament. I realize
this is a setup and there will be no help from him.
I turn my attention back to my attacker to assess the
situation. He towers over me, wide in shoulder, very
handsome and strong. I think to myself, this might
get interesting, though my heart is beating
erratically and I am finding it hard to breath.
The 'Waiter' leans down and starts whispering in my
ear all the things he plans to do to me. His hot
breath caressing my neck and sending chills down my
spine. His free hand is running through my hair,
pulling my head back to accept his kisses across my
cheek, eyelids and finally connecting with my mouth,
crushing my lips with a passionate kiss, forcing me
to open my mouth to allow his tongue to sweep inside
and play a tango with mine.
I am quivering by now, my panties wet in
anticipation. I am pressed against the wall with my
hands still above my head and I can feel his erection
pressing into my stomach. My head is swimming and I
can't think straight. The Waiter uses this to his
advantage to flip me around so my face is to the
wall.
The Waiter reaches into his back pocket and pulls out
a length of silk and ties one end to my right wrist.
He then expertly pulls both my arms down behind me
and ties the other end of the silk to my left wrist,
leaving a length of silk between which allows me to
put my arms almost to my sides.
With my back to The Waiter, he reaches around and
starts teasing my nipples, pinching and twisting them
through my sundress, making me melt inside,
increasing the wetness between my legs, making my
knees threaten to buckle. He caresses my shoulders,
pulling the hair off my neck, kissing his way back to
my ear. He whispers, "You will be my slave for
tonight. I can and will do anything I want to your
body and you will love it. You are not allowed to say
anything but 'Yes Master' to anything and everything
I ask. Do you understand me?"
I shake with the expectations the night will bring
and start to cum with the anticipation of it all.
Whack! I am brought back to reality with the pain of
his hand smacking my butt. "I asked you a question,
Slave, answer your Master!"
I try desperately to control my thoughts. I sputter
unintelligibly, too emotional to put two words
together. Whack! Again, his hand smacks my already
burning butt cheek. I let out a cry of pain, swallow
my pride, and say, "Yes! Yes, I understand!"
Whack, Whack, Whack!!! The Waiter grabs my hair,
pulling my head back towards his chest and says, "I
will only tell you this one more time: You are not
allowed to say ANYTHING but "YES MASTER" to anything
and everything I ask. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!"
"Yes Master," I manage to get out, sealing my fate
for the night.
The Waiter slowly unzips my dress down the back and
pulls the shoulders down along my arms, baring my
breasts. The cool air of the hotel room helps soothe
the intense fire in my nipples for a moment, before
his hands are back tormenting them. I feel the
liquids practically gushing into my panties,
completely soaking them.
"You love me touching your nipples, don't you,
Slave?"
"Yes Master!"
"Are you getting wet for me, Slave?"
"Yes Master!"
The Waiter whispers into my ear, "I will see if you
are telling me the truth!" His hand moves downward
over my belly, slipping between my dress and panties.
He feels the dampness he has created and rewards me
with kisses on my neck. His hot breath caresses my
ear as he tells me what a good slave I am!
He rubs his hand across the wetness. "Spread you feet
out, Slave!"
"Yes Master," I say as I try to make my legs work to
obey his command.
Whack! I cry out as his hand connects with my sore
bottom. "When I tell you to move, Slave, you had
better be moving. I will not tolerate hesitation!"
"Yes Master." I spread my legs for him and his hand
completely covers my mound.
He roughly starts kneading and rubbing my pussy
through the panties, making me shiver in ecstasy.
"You like it a little rough, don't you, Slave?"
"Yes Master!" I pant truthfully.
He finds my clitoris, which shoots an electrical
shock throughout my body, making me twitch and moan.
He seeks that response again and again, making me
feel like a puppet in his hands. My head is in the
clouds, my thoughts have escaped me.
I am thankful my Master did not demand anything of me
at the moment but the show of emotions he was
producing. It was like he was playing an instrument
and getting closer and closer to a crescendo. Lights
started bursting against my eyelids as I completely
commit myself to the most intense orgasm of my life.
My knees buckle and The Waiter allows me to crumple
before him where I continue to twitch and moan as my
orgasm slowly abates.
After what seemed an eternity, I become vaguely aware
of movement in the room. I try to get up to see what
is going on, but with my hands tied, I am only able
to get up to my knees. I see The Waiter and my
husband digging through the bag of toys my husband
had brought with us. They are discussing quietly
their plans as they lay the whips, dildos, vibrators
and nipple clips out in a row.
The men notice my recovery and turn their attention
to me. I become very apprehensive and excited about
what is to happen now. They apparently like the way I
am looking, on my knees with my dress around my
waist, my breasts presented for their inspection, the
flush of my recent orgasm making my face glow.
They both come over and my husband leans down and
tells me what a good little slut I was and that I
should continue to obey my new Master for the rest of
the night.
The Waiter shrugs out of his uniform top, baring his
well-toned abs. He slowly, for my pleasure, unbuckles
his pants and provocatively lowers the zipper.
Watching him pull his long legs out of the tight
jeans was making me hot all over again. He stands
before me with just a tight pair of briefs that
barely conceals his erection, which from my vantage
point was very impressive.
The Waiter walks over to me and takes a handful of my
hair so he can guide my face toward his crotch,
rubbing his rock hard erection across my lips. "Lick
and praise the true Master," he says.
I extend my tongue and feel the soft, yet rough
texture of the material, running my tongue the entire
length of his cock. I glorify in the reaction I get
from him as his cock jerks from the pressure of my
tongue. I open my mouth and try to suck the head of
his cock through the cotton, getting the material as
wet as my panties.
The Waiter suddenly pulls back and steps aside to
allow my husband, who has also stripped down to his
briefs to mimic The Waiter, pressing my mouth to his
crotch also. I enjoy his excitement and lovingly
caress the cock I have known and loved for over 25
years. I want only to increase his pleasure as I soak
his briefs with my mouth. I take the top of his
briefs in my teeth and start to pull down to uncover
the object of my obsession, but he pulls away.
They both stand before me, each holding a riding crop
in their hands. I knew what was coming, yet still
yelped in surprise as the first strike lands on my
nipple, followed closely by a second strike on the
other.
The strikes were just hard enough to cause a sting
but not to create too much pain. The sound of the
whips hitting my breasts became a rhythm that matched
the beating of my heart. My breasts were becoming red
with the abuse and the nipples were becoming hyper
sensitive. Each time a whip happened to flick a
nipple, I couldn't help but yelp!
By now, The Waiter was on my left side and my husband
was on my right. They stopped with the whips,
thankfully. They each take one of my arms and lift me
up so I could stand between them. My husband reaches
down and puts his hand up underneath my sundress to
feel my panties to make sure they were properly
soaked. They lead me over to the bed and have me sit
on the edge. They each sit beside me, fondling a
breast and twisting the nipples mercilessly.
My husband whispers, "Spread your legs wide."
Which I do without hesitation, scared of the
consequences.
This invites The Waiter to slip his hand up
underneath my dress to explore my pussy, at first
over my panties, but then finally he pulls them to
the side and slides his fingers into my slit, making
contact with the heat and juices that have been
building. He slides one, then two fingers deep
inside, while using his thumb to rub my clitoris.
Meanwhile, my husband is administering to my breasts,
since he knows how sensitive they are. We had often
referred to my nipples as the remote controls to my
orgasms.
With all the attention I am receiving, I am moaning
and squirming around, which is just what the guys are
after. My husband is sucking insistently on my
nipples, jumping from one to the other.
The Waiter kneels between my knees and pulls my
panties down and casually tosses them across the
room. He then pulls my hips closer to the edge of the
bed, wrapping his arms around my thighs which brings
my pussy up to his lips. I can feel his hot tongue as
it plows through my dripping pussy. He finds my clit
and sucks lightly while flicking it with his tongue.
I arch my back as another intense orgasm hits.
My husband reaches for the nipple clamps and attaches
one to my nipple, making me cry out in pain. The pain
just intensifies the contrast of the pleasure I am
receiving from the Waiter. As the pain hits my other
nipple, The Waiter inserts four fingers and pumps
them in and out faster and faster, making me forget
about the pain in my nipples and cry out instead with
my third orgasm.
We take a break and my husband helps me sit up and
holds a glass of wine to my lips. I gulp as much as I
can, trying to quench my thirst and wet my throat
that is dry from all the panting and moaning. My
husband looks into my eyes and silently asks if I am
ok? I can see the love and lust in his eyes, and nod
almost imperceptibly, appreciating his concern.
The Waiter instructs me to get into the middle of the
bed, kneeling with my head down on the pillows and my
ass up in the air. I do as he wishes, feeling
extremely self-conscience, though with my dress still
around my waist, I could feel that it was covering my
most vulnerable area, but it was also blocking my
view of what the men are doing at the foot of the
bed. I can feel the mattress moving and hear light
whispering between them, but nothing more.
I feel like I have been in this position for hours,
when I finally feel my dress being lifted up and
flipped over my back, completely exposing my nether
region to the men. I feel hands touching me, rubbing
my ass, probing my pussy, pulling my ass cheeks
apart, rubbing up and down on the inside of my
thighs. I can't tell which hands are my husbands and
which are the Waiters.
I don't notice when one hand leaves, but I do notice
when it returns with a vibrator that is inserted into
my vagina. This particular vibrator has a rather
large bulb at the tip, followed by a small section
that increases in size again to the end. As the
vibrator is thrust in and out, I melt into the
pillows, my hands clench and claw at the air trying
to get a grip on reality as my world is yanked away
and replaced with only the feeling of the vibrator
going in and out, in and out.
Nothing else matters to me at this moment, until I
feel pressure on my anus. I suddenly crash back to
earth, knowing what was about to happen, not sure I
really want it to continue, but too caught up in the
moment to say no. I tense up. I feel the cold drops
of lube as they are dripped into my ass crack, the
tip of a small dildo spread through it, coating the
head of it which is then pressed into my ass. It
takes my breath away as I try to relax and accept
this new intrusion.
The vibrator in my vagina starts moving again, making
me temporarily forget the pressure of the dildo,
until that starts to move also. Having both moving at
the same time, explodes my mind. I am thankful for
the pillows that are muffling my screams of ecstasy,
as I collapse into yet another orgasm.
Whack! I try desperately to figure out why I was
being punished. I don't remember any instructions
that I had missed. Whack! Then I realize that they
are just using my up-turned ass for their pleasure,
giving me a whack on one ass check, then using the
dildos to give me pleasure. It is an emotional roller
coaster they are creating, making me pant one minute,
drifting away with the sensation of an orgasm rising
within me, then yelping with the pain of a not-to-
gentle hand whacking my ass.
This was making me so frustrated, in which I would
almost achieve an orgasm, but then have it yanked
away, making me want more and more, looking forward
to the next session of pleasure but anticipating the
pain. This went on for some time, never once did the
guys allow me to melt completely into an orgasm.
Being so frustrated has made me super horny. I would
practically do anything at this moment for the
release of an orgasm, but the guys have other ideas.
They have pulled the dildos out and left me in the
middle of the bed, still with my ass in the air and
my head buried in the pillows.
With my head in the pillows, I can't hear what is
going on. I'm still frustrated, but starting to get
nervous as to what my husband and the waiter have in
mind for me now. They finally come over to the bed
and help me sit up. As my eyes try to adjust the
brightness of the room, I see a video camera set up
with bright lights focused on the bed, when suddenly
a blindfold is pulled down over my eyes, placing me
into complete darkness.
They pull me over to the hard wood desk chair and set
me on it with my back against the tall back of the
chair. With my hands tied the way they were, with the
length of silk between them, my hands hung
comfortably down each side.
My husband whispers in my ear, "Are you ok with
this?" I give him a nod of assurance, feeling his
love for me helps me to relax.
I can feel hands running through my hair. With the
blindfold, I can imagine that it is just my husband
and me in the safety of our bedroom playing our safe
little games, then I realize that there are too many
hands. One hand tightens its hold on my hair, pulling
me forward. I feel something hitting my cheek, moving
closer and closer to my mouth. I am not sure which
man was expecting me to give him a blow job and I
guess I was beyond caring also.
I opened my mouth and allowed the head of the penis
in front of me to enter. I circle the head with my
tongue, finding the little slit and licking my way
through it. The hand presses harder, urging more and
more into my mouth.
I am just getting into it, when it is pulled
completely out and replaced with the other. I am
still not sure who's penis is who's, but I have never
experienced anything like this. Sucking one, then the
other, over and over.
While I am sucking one, I can feel the hands of the
other on my breasts, keeping me on the edge of orgasm
the entire time. I have never been able to 'deep
throat' my husband and he has never pressed the
issue, so I sorta knew which penis I had in my mouth
if I was being pressed to go further than I had ever
gone before, making me gag a little and tears well up
in my eyes from the uncomfortable pressure in my
throat.
They swap again, making me think it is my husband in
my mouth, yet the insistent pressure of the hand on
the back of my head never relaxes, and I find myself
trying to deep throat my husband (or at least I think
it is my husband). I try to relax my throat and allow
him access, as I have always wanted to give him this
particular pleasure. My lips reach the end of the
penis in my mouth and my nose is buried in hair that
tickles my nose.
I can't breathe, but I hear the moan of someone above
me, the pressure of the hands on my head increase
even more as he pumps in and out. He buries himself
completely into my throat and I feel the tell-tale
jerking of his penis that makes me anticipate the
warm gush in the back of my throat.
As I try to swallow all the cum, I feel someone near
my ear saying, "Take it all! Swallow every little
drop, Slave!" Recognizing The Waiters voice, I
glorify in the fact that I had just successfully deep
throated my husband for the first time. I concentrate
harder on swallowing and sucking even harder to give
my husband as much pleasure as I can give. My husband
finally pulls out, completely drained.
I sit there panting for breath, anticipating a repeat
of the process, not sure I would be able too, with my
jaw still hurting from the intense workout it had
just received, so I was pleasantly surprised when The
Waiter said it was time for a break and I felt a
glass placed at my lips. The sweet, cool wine soothed
my throat and helped quench my thirst.
After a short breather, The Waiter announces that it
is my turn to give a show for them. He takes off my
blindfold and helps me stand up in order attach the
suction cup of a large dildo down to the wooden seat
of the straight-back chair.
He then instructs me to position myself over it with
my back to the chair and my legs to each side. In
this position, I am stretched wide open which gives
the guys an unobstructed view of my pussy as I impale
myself with the dildo that is 9" long and 6" in
diameter.
I am thankful for the few drops of lubricate that The
Waiter had put on the tip of the dildo, which helps
ease it into me. I slowly slide down the length of
the dildo, not only to create a better show, but to
help stretch myself around it. With my hands tied
loosely, I am able to get a grip on the back of the
chair to help me with the leverage I needed to move
up and down.
I move slowly up and down, starting to feel that
incredible melting inside. Moving at my own pace, I
am able to quickly bring myself to that wonderful
place where I am no longer in that hotel room, but
floating in the clouds. I am still trying to give a
good show, but getting too caught up in my own
satisfaction to really notice what the guys are
doing.
My husband is getting some good close-ups of my pussy
wrapping around the dildo. Getting sucked up inside
as I sink down on the dildo and how my pussy lips
seem to stretch out when I rise up. The video also
captures my moaning and almost crying as my orgasm
overtakes me, as the picture depicts the juices
lathering the dildo and my pussy spasming around it.
I collapse on the chair still impaled by the huge
dildo, completely spent. My mind has been completely
blown this evening. Never have I had such intense
orgasms, yet it wasn't over.
The Waiter doesn't give me much time to recuperate.
He tells me to get up and move to the bed. I try, but
my legs are just too weak yet. Using my hands to help
pry myself up, I finally succeed to pull myself free
of the dildo, leaving an empty feeling inside. I
manage to stumble the few feet to the bed. The Waiter
is there waiting for me and stops me before I have a
chance to collapse on the bed.
He turns me to face him, cups my neck with his hands
and kisses me. A long, passionate kiss, that in my
disbelief, stirs something new inside. This was more
than just the building of an orgasm, it involved
tenderness and passion, which brought out different
emotions.
The Waiter whispers that I have learned my lessons
well and I deserve a reward. He gently lays me down
on the bed, using his knee to spread my willing legs,
he positions himself and with one mighty thrust, he
enters me. Using long, powerful strokes, he starts
pounding in and out.
That is all there is in the world now, the feeling of
his cock inside me, nothing else exists, or needs to
exist, but that awesome feeling of a cock buried deep
inside me.
I forget to breathe, I'm beyond moaning. I seem to be
on the edge of a very high precipice about to take a
swan dive off, not knowing or caring what was below.
I gasp for breath and scream as I fall into the
abyss.
The End
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