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I thought about that for a moment as I licked the cock head in front of me. ‘A young, straight stud, not a gay guy. Someone who, like me, is so turned on by you he’d do anything. I’d want him to have a large dick and a forceful personality to dominate me with, to humiliate me in front of you.’

‘Humiliate you how, slut?’

‘By using me, for his own pleasure, any way he so decided, right in front of you.’

‘You know I really want to see that, don’t you slut?’

‘I know now.’

‘I want to make it happen.’

‘Then go find the stud.’

‘What if I did, slut? What if I walked right out of this room, found the first willing guy, and brought him back with me? What would you do then?’

Her breathing was becoming ragged. I had the feeling one of her hands was busy in her pussy as I answered, ‘I’d suck his dick for you.’

She moaned again, ‘How would it happen?’

‘Once he saw me like this, I think it would be pretty obvious that I was ready to be used.’

‘You’re right. There’s could be little doubt about that.’

‘If you helped to remove his pants, and then got him into the right position, I would do the rest. I’d find his cock with my mouth and service it for you to see.’

‘You’d suck a man’s cock in front of me slut?’

‘Only in front of you. I’d worship his cock with my mouth, and lick his balls. I’d take him as deep as I could, and try to get every last inch in my mouth, until I could feel his hair against my nose. I’d let him fuck my face, and I’d let you see it all.’

She was literally panting now, and finding it hard to speak. ‘You’d like it slut?’

‘I’d love it. Please let me do it for you. Please let me suck a real man’s cock.”

‘Would you want him to cum, slut?’

‘Oh God yes, I’d want to feel him pump his cum down my throat. I’d suck him dry and swallow every last drop.

‘I want to see that slut. I want to see a man cum in your mouth. You’d really do that for me?’

‘Yes. I would suck him until his cum poured down my throat. For you.’

‘There’s only one problem with that, slut.’

This caught me by surprise, ‘What problem?’

She was panting hard now, rubbing the hard rubber cock back and forth across my lips, ‘If he came in your mouth, he wouldn’t be able to fuck your virgin ass for me.’

With my love for anal stimulation, hearing those words was like an aphrodisiac to me. I wriggled my ass, trying to increase the stimulation from the dildo, but there was nothing to push against. I drove my mouth down hard on the cock in front of me before answering, ‘I could get him hard again.'

She liked that answer. ‘You would do that for me, slut? Just so I could see him fuck your ass?’

‘Yes.’

‘How?’

‘I’d suck his cock and balls until he got hard again. If that didn’t work fast enough, I’d have you turn him around and then lick his asshole. No man can resist that.’

She groaned, ‘You’d do that, slut?’

‘Yes, I’d eat his asshole, just like the little slut I am.’

‘Oh God, I’d like to see that.’

‘Then go find me a stud. Bring him here and let me show you what I can do to another man. Let me make your dreams come true.’

‘You’d do that, slut?’ she asked, gasping for air.

I was totally into the scene as I licked the cock head in front of me. ‘I’d do it right now.

Please find me a man’s cock to suck. Please find me a man’s ass to eat. Please.’

She dropped the rubber cock and I heard it hit the floor. She wrapped her arm around my head and forced my mouth to her breast. No sooner had I clamped down on her nipple, then she exploded in orgasm. Her weight fell against me, pushing my head backwards into a painful position, but I was not about to complain and deter from the intensity of her pleasure.

After a minute she fell to the floor with a moan. She kissed me deeply as she tried to catch her breath, then she brought her cum soaked fingers to my lips and had me clean them off. Gradually she came back to reality, and gently stroked my face. ‘You have no idea of the monster you’ve released, slut.’

I did not really know what she meant, and had little time to ponder it. My dick was throbbing, and I was turned on to the point that concentrated thought was impossible. She rose and knelt beside me on the bed, and I felt her push the dildo deeper into my ass. It was a vibrating dildo, and for the first time she turned it on. It was deep in my ass, laid up against my prostate, and the vibrations caused an involuntary body response. I went rigid and let out a deep guttural sound, which turned into a long moan. My body started jerking, almost in convulsions, as I tried to adjust to the intense stimulations.

She was back at my head, and kissed me again. ‘You ready for more, slut? You ready to go to the next level?’

I was really having trouble concentrating. Next level? ‘Whatever you want, I’ll do it.'

She stroked my face a moment, kissed me lightly, and then pulled away. I was a panting and eager slut when she brought the cock back to my mouth again. I don’t know if it was the different texture, the moisture on the tip, or the slight musky odor, but as it rubbed across my lips I suddenly realized that this was not the rubber cock again. I reeled away in shock, pulling back as hard as I could against my restraints. How could this be? Who was this? Oh my God, how long had he been here?

I was terrified, and as he made contact with my lips again, I turned my face away. He grabbed my face on either side, and then I was sure. These were a man’s hands, not my wife’s. He tried to hold my head and bring his cock to my lips, but I still resisted wildly. Despite the depravity of the evening, despite the wild fantasy indulgence, despite the nylons on my legs and the dildo buzzing in my ass, I wasn’t ready for this. Every time his cock touched my lips, I found a way to pull away. Now even my wife was holding my head, but still I resisted. It was getting pretty rough, and my neck was growing tired, when suddenly they stopped.

The hands left my face and my head dropped to the mattress, facing straight down, and I felt momentarily protected. Suddenly my wife was at my ear, but her manner had changed. ‘Please baby, it’s OK,’ she whispered softly. ‘I really want you to do this, and I think you want it to. It’s really OK, baby. I’ve wanted to see you do this ever since I tried to get you to go down on Jeff.’

My mind locked in on that instantly. That was so long ago, before we had kids, and even though it had never occurred to me before, I knew exactly what she was talking about. We were with our friends, Robin and Jeff, and we were all drinking a lot of beer and tequila. A friendly card game turned into strip poker, and we were all eventually naked.

With no clothes left, the rules had changed. The winner of each hand got to make a demand of the loser, and they couldn’t resist. A couple of rounds went by, and they resulted in mild kissing and fondling of breasts. But then I won, and my wife lost, and I knew what I wanted, and I was just drunk enough to go for it.

She didn’t even blink when I stated that my wish was to see her go down on Jeff. He worked out constantly and was buff, and I knew from our shared fantasies that she had often thought of him in sexual ways. For myself, I had always held close a fantasy to see my wife suck another guy’s dick.

She slid her chair right over to Jeff’s, then had him push his own back from the table so I could see what she was doing. She knew I wanted to watch. She kissed him on the lips, and then started kissing across his muscular chest. I looked over at Robin to gauge her reaction, but she wasn’t even aware of me. She was staring glassy eyed as her right hand absently caressed her left breast.

My wife worked her way down his body and sucked his cock into her mouth. She sucked him in deeply, and he closed his eyes and laid his head back in pleasure. It was quite a sight, this muscular stud naked and reclined as my wife sucked his cock. She worked on him awhile, then pulled off and started licking his length.

Then she laid her head against his belly, turned to face me, and with her tongue against the top of his cock, she pointed his hard cock directly at me. It was not as big as mine, but it was impressive in size and shape, and it glistened in the light from the moisture her mouth left behind. She continued to point it at me as she licked him and stared directly into my eyes. She arched her eyebrows a couple of times in question, then after a few minutes she went back to giving Jeff head.

It was so clear now, that which had never occurred to me before. She was offering me a chance to join her, to help her give Jeff a blowjob.

It was a stunning revelation, and it actually turned me on to finally see it. Many times we had talked about that night as we made love, and she had never mentioned it.

My wife continued to whisper in my ear, ‘It’s OK, baby. It’ll be fun. I need this, it’s OK.’

But my mind was elsewhere for the moment. Over the years, how many times had I fantasized about this? From the first time she thought I had fooled around with Tim, the thought turned me on as much as it did her. How many times after the night with Jeff and

Robin, when I was traveling and alone, with enough drink in me to lower my inhibitions, did I fantasize about Jeff? To be honest, my most depraved fantasies involved him and the first hard dick besides my own I had seen, and always led to intense masturbation.

In my darkest moments, my favorite scenario for years was having Jeff corner me in one of the normally deserted access tunnels at work, telling me how he saw me staring at his dick that night, and how he would tell everyone if I didn’t cooperate with what he wanted. There were many nights over the years when I thought about what it would be like to feel his muscular chest, his washboard stomach, his tight buttocks, and his rock hard cock.

And there were other fantasies, often following similar make believe sessions with my wife, when she’d bring up the name of someone young and good looking that she knew I could visualize. And there were nights when I even looked at gay porn on the internet and found it arousing, jerking off in the process. So what was the problem now?

It wasn’t a matter that it didn’t turn me on, because it did. It wasn’t that I hadn’t thought about doing it, I had. The realization that my dick had remained rock hard through the whole event stood in testament to that, and I was certain that it was due to more than the buzzing dildo in my ass.

And then it dawned on me. I was simply afraid. Afraid of what it said about me. Afraid that somehow it might get out and affect my work, or my life with my family. Afraid of what it said about my manhood. As I listened to my wife whisper in my ear, clearly wanting this to happen, I wondered what there was to be afraid of. Here was a chance I had often jumped at in my imagination. My wonderful wife was with me. She set it up, and she wanted it to happen. If this chance passed, it would never occur again, and I suddenly knew I did not want that to happen. I knew I really wanted to do this.

The stiffness in my neck testified to how long we had been at this when I lifted my head once again. For me, the room was still jet-black, but I knew he was there. I didn’t know who he was, I didn’t know how my wife had found him, but I knew he was waiting, most certainly with a hard-on, for me to be a slut. So I simply pointed my face straight-ahead and opened my mouth.

‘Oh, yes baby. That’s it. Be my little slut. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.’

Then her demeanor switched back, and she immediately took control again. ‘It looks like the little slut is ready.'

He was still there, and he was still hard. I felt his cock brush my lips, and I reached forward with my mouth to close the deal before I had a chance to change my mind. He had other plans, however. Now that he was in control, he wanted to tease me. He rubbed his hard cock all over my face, and avoided every effort by me to get my mouth on it. It was clear his cock was as big as mine, and that excited me more, fueling my efforts. But he wouldn’t give in.

At best I could get the head of his cock against my lips, and touch the tip with my tongue. This went on for a while, and my frustration level grew. Finally he was holding still directly in front of me, and with my extended tongue I could feel the outline of his mushroom head. My wife was breathing heavily into my ear as I tried to hook the tip of my tongue under the edge of the head and pull it to my mouth.

‘Please. Let me suck your cock. Please. I need it.’

That was all he needed, to hear me beg. My humiliation spurred him on, and he grabbed either side of my head and simply slid his hard cock into my mouth. Deeper and deeper it went, until it hit the back of my throat. My lips closed around it with greed, and I let out a low, long groan of satisfaction. He held it there, and my tongue did a quick exploration. It was certainly as long as mine, but thicker, judging from the feel of it. It wasn’t as thick as the rubber cock had been, which actually made it a more comfortable fit.

What really stood out was the heat. All the toys my wife had used on my mouth over the years were cold. His cock was hot, very hot, and it was intoxicating to feel another man’s heat in my mouth. My wife was at my ear, “Oh my God, you little slut. Oh, my God.’ I could feel my cheeks hollow out as I sucked deeply. This was good, and I knew this memory would be permanently burned into my consciousness.

He started to slide back out, and gave a sharp jump when I caught him with a tooth. Thus

I learned my first lesson of cock sucking, that the dildos and rubber cocks could never teach me. Be careful with the teeth. He paused for a moment, then slid the rest of the way out, then back in. It was incredible. He then pulled halfway out, and I opened my mouth wide, letting him simply lay on my tongue. I could feel the energy in him pulsing in his cock head, as I felt my wife move around to get a look.

‘You little slut. You don’t know how much you turn me on. Love that cock. Suck it for me slut. Show me had bad you’ve wanted this. Show me how hard it was to wait so many years to do what you knew you wanted, what you knew you were made to do.’

My mouth closed around him, and I tried my best to put on a show. My ass was still high and full of vibrating dildo. The nylons were silky as I squirmed on the sheets. My mouth was stretched around a big, hot cock, and I loved it. It was pure sensory overload, and as I felt my wife get up I wondered why I had ever resisted. I could hear her messing with the video camera and I had no doubt that a close-up of me with a face full of real man meat was being preserved on tape. Then I felt her get on the bed, and then straddle my back. She planted her pussy on my lower back, and I could feel her wetness. Then she pressed her breasts against my shoulder blades as she leaned into my ear from behind.

‘That’s it slut. Suck that hard dick. It looks so incredible in your mouth. Suck it, slut.

Show me how bad you’ve wanted this. Show him what a good little slut you are.’

I sucked wildly as she kept the running commentary going.

‘That’s good, that’s so good slut. Finally, a big hard cock in your virgin mouth. I’ve waited so long. You’re mine slut. Now you’ll do whatever I say. Now I know you have no limits. Your life is forever changed. Suck it, slut. Suck it for me.’

She ground her pussy into my back and her arousal was affecting her deeply, and she alternated between urging me own and animalistic grunts. He had started fucking my face with a steady rhythm, holding me head steady in both hands, and I offered him a willing, unresisting mouth. His intensity was building, and he was no longer concerned about my comfort, as his big dick slammed into my throat opening. I was new to this, and it was hard not to gag as tears once again welled up under the velvet, but I offered no resistance.

I wanted to be used. My body went slack under my slithering wife, and I let him use my mouth for his pleasure. Her fingers came around on either side of me face to my lips, and she felt the hard cock pummeling in and out of my mouth.

‘That’s so good slut. Let him have you. Serve him. Serve him, slut. Oh, God that cock in your mouth is so beautiful. Take him, slut, let him use your mouth.’

Her breathing was coming up short now. ‘I can feel it slut, I can feel his cock fucking your face.’

With that, she erupted in orgasm, rubbing along my back with abandon as she kissed the side of my face and reached under me to pull at my nipples. I was vaguely aware of the discomfort of my body caused by my position, accented by her weight suddenly collapsing on me, but I remained focused on the hard cock working back and forth in my mouth. My stud was now breathing rapidly himself, pulling his hard cock completely out of my mouth before slamming back in to the willing hole, and his grip in my hair was tightening.

I was getting the hang of this, and now I could feel the firmness of his belly against my nose every stroke as he slammed his cock all the way into my mouth. The feel of his pubic hair on the underside of my nose gave me a perverted sense of pride, and I tried to relax even more as this assault on my face picked up in tempo.

He was beyond caring about me; I was just a warm, wet hole to use. He was slamming into me almost viciously, and I offered only willingness in return. I could not even imagine being used like this, and it turned me on. I knew I was now totally hooked on abuse and humiliation, more than I ever thought before, and this was the ultimate experience.

My wife was back at my ear, urging me on. ‘You’ve got him all, slut. Every last inch. I don’t even think I could do that, slut. You’re incredible. Wait until you see this video, you’re incredible. You’re not going to believe it. Oh my God, slut. Suck him, suck him. Let him use you.’

Let him I did. He started to moan, to which she said, ‘Here it comes, slut. The moment you’ve been waiting for. Suck him dry. Get ready. Get ready. You’re going to love this. You were made to do this. Look at you go, slut. Oh God, why did we wait so long.’

His moans became a single, low noise. He was now pulling my hair and ears painfully.

His cock was moving back and forth very rapidly, going all the way in, then all the way out. He had his rhythm set, and he wasn’t letting up. Sweat dripped onto the top of my head and splashed onto my shoulders. My lips were sore, my tongue was simply trying to stay out of the way, and my throat was open as I applied a continuous suction while breathing noisily through my nose. I knew a guy could swell before he comes, and for the first time I felt it with my mouth. I almost quit breathing.

Then with a cry, he shoved his cock all the way in. The head was in my throat, his pubic hair was smashed against my nose, and I experienced the incredible sensation of his cock pumping cum down my throat. With his cock buried so deep, swallowing was not an option, it just happened. Over and over he pumped as he held my head against his belly, and his cock seemed to have a life of it’s own as it pulsed over and over in my mouth.

Gradually he came down, and as he settled back to the floor I realized he had been up on his toes. His hot cock was still twitching, but already I could tell some of the stiffness was fading, though it remained an impressive mouthful.

He released his grip on my hair and ears, and the relief I felt brought with it the surprise of pain I was not even aware of. He pulled partially back, and let his cock head lay on my tongue. My willing mouth was held open, and I squirmed against the buzzing in my ass, wishing once again that I could get some friction against my own throbbing cock. As he breathing leveled off, his cock continued to leak cum onto my tongue, giving me the first real taste of it. The taste excited me, and I held my mouth in the open position as my wife moved around in front to see.

‘Did you like that, slut?’

All I could do was nod as I began to lovingly work his softening cock in my mouth. My mouth was sore, but I didn’t want to lose it. It had all ended to quickly for me, I realized.

He pulled out and I let go with reluctance. “No!’ But as he released my head and I let it drop, I realized how badly I needed to hang my head and give my sore neck a break.

‘Did you like the feel of him cumming in your mouth?’

‘Yes.’

‘So you like being a cum slut?’

‘Yes, I love it.’

My wife lifted my head and kissed me, exploring my cum stained mouth with her tongue.

‘You were awesome, slut.’

She let my head drop back to the mattress and stood. A moment later, I felt her turn off the vibrator in my ass, then slowly ease it out. For the first time in quite a while, my body totally relaxed.

I lay for a while, trying to catch my breath. I was aware of my wife and my stud whispering to each other, and with the radio still playing I finally suspected that she didn’t want me to be able to recognize his voice. The distinct sound of drinks being made had me wishing I had one for myself, but instead I was left alone to rest in the darkness induced by my blindfold. Cum sluts apparently were not worthy of drinks.

After a while I recognized the sound of kissing, which left me feeling a bit jealous. I was acutely aware of how outrageous that seemed under the circumstances, but the feeling was there nonetheless.

By the time I heard them moving around again, I was ready to be back in the middle of whatever action was going on. I felt my stud’s hands on either side of my head, which was lifted and presented with his now soft cock. I eagerly accepted it into my mouth, and the contrast to his previous hard state was fascinating. His entire soft cock fit easily into my mouth, and my tongue played in the folds of skin just under his head.

Gradually at first, and then with greater speed, it grew inside my mouth. I sucked his cock as it went from soft to hard, and it was one of the most exciting sexual experiences ever. To feel his manly dick come to life in my mouth gave me a sense of pride yet again, and it didn’t take me long to have him totally hard. He was a stud, and he was ready to put his slut to good use again.

He whispered to my wife, then she was at my ear, ‘Nice work, slut. Even though he’s hard and ready, he still wants that special treatment you offered.'

This left me momentarily confused, until I felt him back his bare ass into my face. I didn’t hesitate, whoever this guy was, I was hungry for more of him. He was evidently bent over, and I reached up and tried to work my tongue between his ass cheeks. But I was too low on the mattress, and bound as I was I couldn’t reach the target. So he dropped to all fours, which helped, but now I was too high and too tightly tied to reach forward.

He got up again, and there was a sound of furniture moving. After a minute, I felt the heat of his ass pressing into my face. It seemed he was now laid across a chair which put him at the perfect height, and I had before me a feast I had scarcely ever imagined, and wasn’t about to let get away.

I let my tongue drift down his crack, then back up, intentionally stopping before I reached his asshole. It was time for me to tease a little. Up and down I went, as I heard my wife say, ‘Are you going to lick his asshole, slut?’ I shook my head in the affirmative as I continued to lick, skipping past his asshole down towards his balls.

He was in a position that left him totally exposed, and I wanted to take advantage of it. I could feel my nose buried in the crack of his ass, and his butt cheeks pressing on my facial cheeks, and the claustrophobic feel of it was exciting.

‘Do it, slut. Lick his asshole for me. Let me see it. Show me how much you love to eat man ass, slut.’

Her hands came down and spread his ass cheeks, opening the way for me and, I suspected, making it easier for her to see. With my eyes covered I could only imagine the scene before me, and it turned me on. With my tongue fully extended, I traced the tip of it up from his balls until I felt it rake across his asshole. I was rewarded by a lurch of his body and a low groan from my wife.

‘That’s it, slut. Lick that manly asshole.’

I licked all around the rim, then back across the middle, then around the other way. Every time my tongue touched the center of his asshole, he jumped. ‘That’s it, slut that’s it. Show him how good it feels. He told me he’s never had his asshole eaten before. If he likes it, I told him he could have my little cum slut lick his hole any time he wants.’

That spurred me on, and I went after his ass in earnest. I tried to drive my tongue up into his asshole, but with only limited success. He liked my efforts, however, and pushed back against my face to help. I felt my wife’s fingers come in, and I licked her fingers and his asshole at the same time.

He was moaning and writhing about as my tongue worked on his delicious ass. Then my wife dipped her fingertips into his hole, and spread him open for me. I pushed my tongue in between her fingers, and managed to get into his asshole a little ways, working my tongue in and out in rapid motions. When she suddenly let go, his anus closed on the tip of my tongue, and I held it there as long as I could before the muscles did their job and rejected me.

I felt my wife get up, and then his own hands came back to spread his cheeks. My lips circled around his hole, and I pulled as much suction as I could as my tongue worked at the opening. ‘Oh my God, slut, if only your powerful buddies at the office could see you now.’ Bound and tied, in women’s nylons and garter, wantonly eating the ass of some stud. She was right, what if they could see me now.

‘I do have a video, slut. Who knows who might see it? Do you care? Is it enough to make you give up that hot ass and quit now?’

I shook my head no and kept sucking. My stud was grinding back against my face and groaning continuously. There was no way I was going to give it up.

‘You’re making him crazy, slut. You and your magic tongue. Lick that man ass slut. Eat him like the little cum slut you are.’

He was getting very agitated, and I was relentless in my attack on his delicious asshole. I didn’t want it to end, but he abruptly pulled away, spun around, and jammed his rock hard cock into my mouth. It was a willing hole, and I gave him free access to do as he pleased. His ran his cock in and out a few times, and then pulled out. When I felt his weight settle onto the bed alongside my legs, I had no doubt what was coming next.

‘You wouldn’t want us to waste that beautiful hard-on when your virgin ass has been high and inviting to be fucked all night, would you slut?’

There could be little question the thought made me nervous, but likewise there could have been no doubt that it would have come to this. I knew I had no choice, it was going to happen. But I also knew I wanted to do it. All I could do was shake my head no.

‘Would you like him to fuck you in the ass, slut?’

‘Yes.’

‘Are you sure? We could stop here, Lord knows you’ve done enough’, she asked teasingly.

‘I want it.’

‘Want what, slut?’

‘I want him to fuck me in the ass. I want him to take my cherry.’

‘Oh, I already took that years ago. But he can be your first real man, if you really want it.’

‘I really do.’

‘I’m not convinced, slut. You don’t sound too sure of yourself.’

‘I’m just nervous. I want it. Please, I want it bad. I need to feel his cock in my ass. Please let him fuck me.’

‘If you insist, slut.’

I felt her move onto the bed, and I knew she wasn’t talking to me when I heard her say, ‘This I have to see.'

I could feel him on the bed, kneeling between my legs, and I knew that with the pillows under my crotch, and my legs spread wide and tied down, he had an unobstructed view of his goal. I buried my face in the mattress and thought about how I must look to him, actually happy to be so blatantly exposed and available. My cock was hard and extended back, and I wished he would simply touch it or stroke it. But he made no move to do so. I was his slut to use, and he owed me nothing.

The cold shock of lubricant once again being poured on my ass made me jump, and I tensed for what was to follow. ‘Oh slut, your ass looks so inviting, I wish I could fuck you myself. He’s going to fill you full with that big cock. I hope you can take it.’

With that I felt his cock line up in my crack and slide greasily along between my buttocks. He seemed happy to be simply sliding it back and forth through the crack for the moment, covering it in lube. I could clearly feel his size, and even though fingers and a dildo had loosened up my anus, I couldn’t help but fear this monster. Nevertheless, I wanted it, and I wanted it bad.

‘That’s sexy, slut. You look good with a cock sliding along your ass.’

With that he pulled back and rubbed his head across my virgin hole. The contact made me jump, which brought a chuckle. Then he lined up with my asshole, and pushed a little.

‘Go slow, I want to see it all.'

My first instinct was to move away from this intrusion, but then I got control and began to push back. I could feel the pressure build as he pushed harder. ‘Oh, it’s slipping in slut.'

I couldn’t really tell, as the head was still expanding my anus and it simply came across as pressure. But then the head slipped in and my ass closed around it, and the feeling was intense.

Oh my God, slut, oh my God.’ Her breathing was as labored as mine, as he held that position for a moment. There was definitely some discomfort, but it was outweighed by the pleasure. After a couple of minutes, he pushed forward, and with the head past my sphincter, he moved into to me easily. He went in all the way, or so I thought.

‘My God slut, you’ve got most of him in you. That’s one big cock that’s buried in your ass. My God, my God.’

He withdrew, thankfully understanding the need to go slow. Nearly all the way out, he came back in again, nice and easy. He eased along like this for a few minutes, and gradually I felt his hips come to rest against my buttocks. Now I knew I had him all.

Nothing had ever filled me like this. As with my mouth earlier, the heat of the beast was an intense sensation. I may have had a dildo in my ass as deep in the past, but nothing as wide, and his cock had a life to it that no plastic or rubber dildo could match. The feel of it rubbing past my prostate was electric, and I quickly went from mild discomfort to pure unadulterated pleasure. My ass was as full as it could be, and I loved it.

I felt his hands grab me at the sides, above my hip bones, and he began to fuck my ass with a steady rhythm. I had my face buried in the bed and I lost myself as I released my body to the pleasure. As his thrusts became more forceful, I became more willing. Over and over he plowed into my ass, and I was meeting every stroke.

My wife was at my head now, talking to my ear, which was bouncing forward with every thrust.

‘It’s beautiful, slut. He’s fucking your ass good. You should see this monster sliding into your asshole. I don’t know where you are putting it, slut, but you are good. This is hot, so hot. Tell me you like it, slut, tell me.’

I could hardly speak, as I stammered out, ‘I love it, oh God I love it.’

‘Louder slut, I want to be sure it’s on the video.’

Much louder, I said ‘I love his huge cock up my ass. Thank you, baby, thank you. Watch him fuck me baby, oh God watch him fuck me.’

She took my head in both hands and lifted it up, bringing a cock shaped dildo to my mouth. It took a moment to register that she had put on a strap-on dildo, and she was now letting the motion of my body from his thrusts cause the dildo to slide in and out of my mouth. I lapped at the dildo as best I could under the circumstances, licking and sucking with wild abandon.

‘The slut likes it from both ends. We’ll have to remember that for next time.’

Those words spurred me on as I serviced a rubber cock with my mouth and a real live man cock with my ass. I was being used on a grand scale, on video, and loving every second of it.

He suddenly pulled up and stopped moving in my ass. I couldn’t accept this and started working myself back and forth on his shaft as best I could. This caught my wife’s attention, and I could tell they were both watching as I degraded myself, trying hard to ride a cock that I clearly could not get enough of.

Then he fell forward onto my back, his weight coming down on me. This forced the cock out of my mouth as my head was pushed down over the edge of the mattress. The heat and weight of him on top of me was exhilarating as I felt his hips began to pump. He slid his hands under my body and forward and gripped my shoulders, driving me back as his hips shoved forward. I could hear the heavy breathing of my wife as his hips picked up speed, and I could tell she was masturbating as she watched. He drove into me harder and harder until it was almost an act of violence, and my uplifted ass met every stroke.

‘Fuck my ass, you big stud. Fuck me hard. Yes, fuck me hard,’ I shouted.

The sweat was pooling between us, as I heard the rhythm of his breathing change. He was about to fill me, and I was ready for it. His cadence was relentless, until finally he stretched forward hard with a low, long groan. For the second time tonight, I felt his cock swell and then I felt his cum boiling out into my ass. He held it in, buried to the hilt, as spasm after spasm swept down the length of his glorious cock. His body was taut, and his grip on my shoulders was painful, but I could only feel his cum fill my ass. I became vaguely aware of my wife panting at my head, obviously coming down from her own orgasm. I bit the covers as she whispered in my ear, ‘You are such a cum slut, such a beautiful cum slut.’

He began to stroke in and out again as he came down, and I had the marvelous feeling of his dick softening in my ass. Even as it softened it moved easily in me; my ass was opened up, well lubricated, and willing. Then he pulled out and rolled over onto the bed next to me, and the rush of cool air on my soaking back was refreshing.

Gradually we all came down from the high, and I had the odd thought that I had often read of people who came without contact from being so turned on. I was definitely turned on to the maximum, but my throbbing cock bore testimony to the fact that I still needed release.

After a few minutes, my wife kissed me without a word, then got up and I could hear her kissing him. He got off the bed, and then I heard the shower start. The two of them got in, and I could hear laughing and talking over the sound of the water. Once again, jealousy awoke within me, and once again, I was keenly aware of how ridiculous that was. When they came out of the shower, my wife laid her wet head on the small of my back with her feet obviously to the side of the bed.

It didn’t take long for the sounds and the movements to make it clear what was happening, the stud was eating her pussy. She rolled her head around on my back, using me as a pillow. Over the years I suspect I may have gone down on her no less than a thousand times, it was one of my favorite pastimes. So it took no great effort on my part to follow her through her cycles simply by sound effects, building steadily until she finally let go in a thundering orgasm. The sounds, and the pleasure they brought, were so familiar that I may as well been going down on her myself.

It wasn’t much longer before the stud left, swinging the door wide for the third time since I had been tied down naked, blindfolded, in women’s nylons. This time I hardly cared at all.

Later that night, before we drifted off to sleep, I had to ask, as I lay there in nylons my wife made me put back on after my own shower. Not surprisingly, she refused to tell me who the stud was, or even how she had arranged this tryst. As I drifted off to sleep, she made one last comment that brought me back wide awake.

‘You know slut, he’s someone who knows you and sees you from time to time. From now on, when you walk around town, it will be with the knowledge that every guy you see or talk to may be the one that fucked your brains out.’