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Ok, I've tried to start this story a hundred times. The problem is I don’t know how it started. I would be lying to say everything just magically appeared. I guess I got caught up in the slippery slope of desire and before I knew it....
My wife and I have been married about 20 years. We both had previous marriages that brought some baggage but we are fairly normal people. I mean we both have decent jobs, we live in a nice older home, participate in community events and we had a decent sex life. Kathy and her first husband had kinky sex once in a while and when we got married, most of our sex was bdsm oriented. I tied her up. She sucked my cock and on it went. If you are reading this story on this website then you know exactly what I am talking about. She was the sub and I was the Dom.
Last year we went out for her birthday. We have this little Armenian place that is our favorite. It was a very hot July and we had both had long days at work. We each had a couple glasses of wine and by the time we got home we were both feeling the effects. When we went upstairs, she stripped my clothes off and began to playfully slap my ass. For the first time in our limited bdsm experience, she dommed me. I have to tell you that even though we were both a little tipsy, my climax was tremendous. Like every man my age, I wasn't the rock hard stud I had been in my 20's and 30's but that night I was solid stone! She pulled off of me just as I came and I shot my load on her belly. The next thing I know, she is rubbing her belly all over my face, forcing me to taste my own cum. Then she assumed the queening position. I have to tell you, it was a great night. A couple of weeks later though and we were right back where we had always been. Nothing had really changed.
A couple of months later we went out again and a couple of drinks later we had a repeat performance of her birthday. I have to say, I have always been a man's man. I'm as normal as they come. But this time, when she forced me to lick my cum off of her belly again, I was looking forward to it.
The next morning I confronted her with what had happened the night before. She had this sheepish little look on her face. We talked about an hour before she admitted that the alcohol had stripped away some of her inhibitions. She really enjoyed the aspects of exploring her sexuality. She confessed a couple of fantasies that she had always thought of but had never had the nerve to actually follow through. I was shocked as she detailed wild fantasies about being in an orgy, having a stranger fuck her and being with another woman. She looked afraid as if I was going to be angry with her. She sheepishly asked, "Haven't you ever had any fantasies?"
Of course I have had fantasies common to most men but I couldn't admit that to her. I had thought of having group sex. I had also thought about another man once or twice when I came across some gay porn on the web. All I could say to her was, "Sure I have fantasies", but I wasn't about to detail them out for her. That night we had lasagna and some wine. We never drink unless we are out on a date night.. The wine with dinner should have tipped me to what was coming. Kathy kept filling my glass and before I knew it I was under the table. She began to press and within a short time, my fantasies poured out. Upstairs we went and had some of the best sex we had ever had.
The next morning she had a proposal for me. The parameters were pretty simple. We would both arrange a fantasy. We would do one fantasy a month. The fantasy had to involve both of us. Each partner would keep his or her fantasy secret until the night it was to take place. Kathy wanted me to go first b ut I ordered her to arrange the first fantasy. I wanted to see how far she was going to go before I arranged mine.
The next couple of weeks passed without Kathy saying anything. To be honest, I thought she had just forgotten about our agreement or more likely had just chickened out. Our monthly date night came and we met at our favorite restaurant. Kathy was really distracted. She finished her first drink before our meal even arrived. When she ordered her third drink, that's when I knew...... her fantasy was on!
When we got home she led me straight upstairs and asked me to please drag one of our heavy chairs into the bed room. I didn't know what she was up to but I was excited. This wasn't going to be a repeat of her birthday. She was being too submissive. When I brought the chair in, she was pulling our bag of toys out of the closet. She could hardly look at me. I had never seen her this nervous.
"Please, take your clothes off. We only have a couple of minutes." I didn't know what she was up to but I was getting excited. I stripped down and left my clothes beside the chair. She motioned for me to sit down and she stuffed a pillow behind me that forced me to the edge of the seat. She cuffed my hands to the back legs of the chair and cuffed my ankles to the braces that ran between the front legs and the back. I was stuck! Then she reached into our bag, pulled out the blindfold and tossed the bag onto the bed. Her hands were literally trembling as she came towards me. "Please Kathy, no blindfolds. I want to see what you are going to do." She shook her head no an d finished the last few steps toward me. As she raised the blindfold to my head, the doorbell rang and she literally jumped. She slid the blindfold on. The next thing I know, she was running to the front door. I heard her voice, "Hello Sir." I was straining to hear how many people were coming in but I could hear nothing.
Kathy's story
I didn't know what my fantasy would be. I sat down the next Monday at work and wrote down all of our fantasy ideas. I included bdsm, bi-sex, spanking and humiliation. I began to think about it. Really, those were ingredients in the different fantasies we dreamed about. I thought about bringing in someone who would dom both of us. I began to search some bdsm profiles and found someone who lived 30 miles away who was interested in controlling a submissive couple. I really had no idea what I wanted from him but I wrote him anyway. He replied and left me a phone number. I called the next morning before I left from work. We talked for thir ty minutes and another thirty the next morning. He never really asked what I wanted him to do with us but he kept focusing on what we were like, what our personalities were like. A week or so into our conversation he asked if we were going to do this. When I asked what he would do, he only replied that if I wanted to control the situation he would suggest I find someone else. If I wanted someone to control us and make the decisions, he would give me some references and he would be glad to set the agenda for the evening. I emailed the people he suggested and got back replies that I felt were honest and even handed. The one that really peaked my interest was named Dave. He was well respected. He was average looking but extremely dominant. I told him what we wanted. He agreed and gave me simple instructions. Be at the door at seven. Have my husband tied to a heavy chair in the bedroom and be ready to obey. I didn't hear from him for the next few weeks and as the day approached my heart pounded all day long. I was afraid he wouldn't show up and I was afraid that he would show up. By the time the doorbell rang, I was drunk with fear, flowing with anticipation and soaked with desire.
Steve's story
I can't tell you everything that went on that night because I was blindfolded. I can simply tell you what I heard and what I experienced. I could hear breathing coming up the stairs. What the hell was going on? I know she stopped about five or six feet into the room. I was against the outside wall of the house and I heard her stop. I was straining so hard to hear with my head cocked to one side. The only sound coming from my room was a very slight moaning sound. It seemed to get slightly louder and I wondered if she had fallen or something. Soundly I heard the sound of lips parting. She was kissing someone! A deep male voice broke the silence a minute or two later. "That's one fine kiss bitch. Now, show me around the house."
I heard them walk out of the room and I could hear her giving this man a tour of our home. Their voices faded as they headed back downstairs. I had been too stunned to move an inch. Suddenly a wave of anger broke over me and I started doing everything I could to break free from the chair. I was bound too tight, in an awkward position and the chair was too heavy for me to lift and smash to the floor. All my work resulted in nothing but me slightly rocking the chair back and forth. I worked until I was exhausted. The fast physical labor of trying to break free, the rush of adrenaline and the incredible emotions of fear and anger had passed and I was spent. A few more minutes passed and I heard them coming up the stairs. They entered our bedroom again and his brusk voice commanded, "Off with your clothes bitch."
Her only response was "As you wish Master." and I could hear the sounds of shoes being kicked off, a zipper being pulled down and her jeans coming off. I was shocked. I don’t even know how to describe what happened next. The man and I guess=2 0there was only one, had come over to my chair and was talking to me before I could comprehend what he was saying.
"So this is the little cuckold. I hear you want a man huh? I know it sounds a little cliche boy, but tonight I am going to let you at least hear how a man treats your wife. You just sit there and be a good little boy."
"You fucking bastard, you let me out of this chair." I was surprised at how my voice sounded. My throat was dry and I kind of squawked the words out. The next thing I knew, he reached down and grabbed my nipples. He began to gently play with them, flicking them and rolling them between his fingers. I know it's not right but I have to tell you that even as I was shouting stop it and telling him not to touch me I could feel the tightness in my chest.
"Get over here slut and begin to suck my dick while I teach your husband a few lessons for tonight." I could hear her kneeling down and taking his cock into her mouth. From the noises, my wife was on her knees, eagerly sucking and slurping at his dick.
"Now little boy, tonight I am going to have some fun. You can sit here and enjoy yourself and be what you are or you can fight against it and pay the price." His hands left my nipples but one hand encircled my balls and began to squeeze. The pressure was light for a second but I could sense every couple of seconds he began to squeeze just the slightest bit tighter.
"Now, tell me you are sorry." Those were the only words spoken for the next half a minute. The pressure increased slowly and the building pressure began to cause me some strong discomfort. My only reply was "Stop. Please stop." The pressure just kept increasing. I think I lasted two minutes but it seemed like fifteen. I was pleading for him to stop. I was begging! Suddenly it hit me and I squealed out, "I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry." The pressure lightened up to a very tolerable pain. The only sounds I could hear was my own gasping for breath and the continued sounds of my wife slurping up his cock. She had never stopped sucking him the entire time!
"I think we have one more quick piece of work for you," he said. Now, beg me to give your wife the fucking she deserves. Beg me to spank her ass and show her how a real man treats his wife." The squeeze began again and this time I was begging him to do whatever he wanted with her in under a minute. Who cared anyway! Kathy had never stopped sucking him the entire time my world was exploding. "Please fuck her! Beat her! Fuck her hard. Please show her what a real man is like!"
Another increase in the pressure on my sack, this one very strong, and his voice reminded me, "No, beg me to show her how a real man treats his wife." I was parroting his words within seconds and I meant them from the bottom of my heart.
Kathy's story
I could hear Steve's voice as if he was in a cave far away. I knew he was begging David to fuck me and beat me but the words really didn't register. I know that sounds crazy but I was lost in my own little world, sucking this man's cock for all I was worth. The next thing I knew, David's fingers had intertwined themselves in my hair and he was speaking to me. It took me a few seconds to come out of the fog I was in. "That's it bitch. Listen to me. That's it. Stop sucking my cock and get your worthless ass up on the bed." He was pulling my hair to pull me off of his cock but I didn't want to go. He kept pulling until I could feel my eyes pulling against the strain as I kept sucking with my all my strength. Finally my lips pulled off of his cock with a little pop and I literally leapt up onto the bed. I was as obedient as I had ever been. I was enthusiastically awaiting his command.
He snapped his fingers and pointed to his dick and I crawled over as quickly as I could and began to suck again. "Roll over bitch, onto your back and put your hands and feet up in the air while you suck." I complied without thought as fast as I could. He reached over and bent my legs at the knees and my arms over and my wrists down so I looked like a dog laying on it's back begging. "Now, whimper like a bitch in heat." He was treating my like a real bitch and I responded like a dog in heat.
He looked over at Steve who had fallen quiet. David reached over to our bag and pulled out a small whip and flicked it in Steve's direction. The crack caught his attention and he jerked back in the chair as far as the pillow and cuffs would allow. "I Don’t hear you begging me you little worthless cuckhold. I wanna hear you begging me to beat her and fuck her." Steve's voice was low and quiet without much passion or enthusiasm but he began to obey.
David leaned down while I kept sucking and whimpering. "Louder cunt. I want your husband to hear how much you are enjoying this." I obeyed. I was lost in sucking his cock and licking his balls. I knew I looked and sounded like a bitch begging for more and it turned me on. He reached down and touched my nipples and his fingers traced down my belly towards my pussy. I squirmed and wiggled to get my flaming cunt closer to his fingers while I sucked his cock. The second his first finger touched my clit, I let out with a moan and louder whimpering. Each whimper was if I begging, "More! Please More" in some kind of doggie language. I could hear Steve's voice breaking through too. His urging for me to be beat and fucked was louder. It was faster and I could hear the honesty in his voice. David let this go on for awhile. All the time he was playing with my body, fingering me, touching me, twisting my nipples and letting his hand caress the side of my face……………
Suddenly he pulled his dick from my face and snatched me up in the air. He flipped me over on the bed. I landed on my elbows and knees, my ass in the air and my head facing Steve. "Get your ass on my dick." was his command. I don’t know how to describe it but I wiggled my way back to his cock and tried my best to lift the opening to my cunt to his cock. With a single thrust he popped his cock into my pussy. I exploded. I came with his first thrust. I can't really tell you what came out of my mouth. I howled. "That's a good slut." were his only words and the sound of his voice brought another howl and another immediate wave of climax. "Oh my god more" were the only words I could get out of my mouth, They were a guttural moan but they were discernible. Over and over, "Oh my god more, oh my god more."
He didn't even have to fuck me any more as I thrust back time and time again, greedy for the wave of riding his dick. Steve was screaming something but I couldn't make it out. I just kept moaning. David began to slap my ass each time my cunt rode back on his dick. It was the spanking of a lifetime and it set my body on fire. He stated on my ass but soon reached down and slapped my tits as I kept riding the wave of climaxes my body enjoyed. I Don’t think I passed out but I can't tell you how long it went. Time meant nothing as he beat me, as I fucked him, as Steve screamed in the background.
STEVE
He pulled her on the bed and I kept on begging him to beat her but dropped my voice so I could hear what was going on. I knew she was sucking him again from the unmistakable sounds of her slurping and licking. She began to whimper and at first I thought he must be pinc hing her nipples or something to bring her pain. It didn't take long and I could tell it wasn't pain but she was whimpering with desire. It went on for a couple of minutes until20suddenly I heard a whoosh and felt the slightest twinge of leather tweaking my chest. He had flicked a whip at my chest! I jumped back and help my breath. Oh my God, that had been close! He called out to me, "I Don’t hear you begging me you little worthless cuckold. I wanna hear you begging me to beat her and fuck her." Once again I began to plead with him to fuck her, to beat her ass. The more I begged, it seemed the louder she whined with desire. I called out louder and louder she moaned. Soon she stopped and I hear her bounce on the bed. He told her to move back and ride his cock. I am not sure what happened next. It hadn't had time to really fuck her but I know what I heard. The first sound was a hard grunt followed immediately and I mean immediately by this long cry. The longer it went, the louder it got. It was like one long loud continuos howl. She began to pant and howl, pant and howl. Then she began to beg him, pleading oh my God over and over and over. I thought she was climaxing but it went on for what seemed ten minutes. Sometime during the howling I heard him begin to beat her. I think he stated with her ass as I heard the sound of her ass being slapped and beat in a rhythmic pattern. Then it sound as if he began to slap her tits and her side. He time he hit her, she responded with a pleading for more.
I wish I could condemn her for it but I couldn't. Each time she got louder, I got louder. I hate to say it but I couldn't have care less who might have heard us. I am ashamed to admit it but with the first howl that Kathy let out, something began to happen to me. The more I cried for her to be beat and fucked the harder my cock got. I began to beg him to show her how a real man fucks his wife and I could feel the cum leaking out of my cock and running down the bottom of my shaft. My chest burned. My nipples were on fire. The sound of my wife cumming on another man's cock was turning me on.
It must have turned him on as well because I heard him moan and the spanking stopped and soon I heard my wife literally screaming. Over and over she cried out, "Yes, fuck this slut, Yes, fuck this slut." He replied, "That's it bitch. Tell your husband how good my dick feels." She was screaming it out, how she had never been fucked life this, that she loved his dick, that he was a real man, that she loved his cum in her hot box. She kept it up until he simply said, "On your back ho and lift those legs up to let the cum stay in."
All the while, I kept mumbling, "Keep on fucking her. Keep on beating her." I never hear him walk over but I felt him slip a collar around my neck and I kept on mumbling those words. He reached down and flicked my nipples and I thought I was going to cum right then and there. He reached down and undid the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I slid back in the chair arched my back so my cock would stand out. He kept flicking my nipples and he slapped my dick. I Don’t know what I was thinking but I responded to every touch. He kept it up but turned to Kathy and said, "Look whore, you were right. He is bi."
I muttered, "Please" in shame, hoping her would have mercy on me and stop humiliating me in front of my wife." He flicked my nipples once more and this time, he gently wrapped his hand around my dick and give the shaft a gentle tug a couple of times. "Please what?" he said as he flicked me and tugged again. I have to tell you I have never been with a man but I have to say only a man knows how to rub another mans cock. He tugged with just enough force to drive me crazy but never enough speed and strength t o push me over and let me come. "Please what?" he asked again. "Please Sir.." I responded and arched my back even higher. "Yes?" he asked. I broke. I admit it. I broke. "Please Sir, let me cum Sir."
He chuckled and asked. "Are you a cuckold? "
0A
"Yes", I cried out.
"Are you a worthless bi man?"
"Did you like me fucking your wife?"
"Did you like how I beat her?"
"Do you want to call me Master?"
With each question I cried out yes. Tears began to flow down my cheeks and even when he stopped asking I kept crying out the words yes master over and over. Finally he grabbed my nipple with a vicious tug and quickly stroked my cock with a perfect pace and I too screamed with pleasure as my cock erupted all over his hand. It seemed to go on and on as my body twitched all over. "Thank you Sir" was all I kept repeating until he lifted his hand to my face and with a simple command of "Eat", I began to lick my own cum from his hand. I licked and sucked every drop from his hand and suddenly he pulled me from the chair and I waddled on my knees as he led me to the side of the bed. He let go and pulled my blindfold up. Kathy's cunt was right in my face. She was mumbling something really quiet. I hadn't heard her the entire time since he had walked over to my chair. Her hands held her legs straight up in the air but a little while cream was leaking out of her cunt and was pooling slightly in her ass hole.
"Lick it clean cuck" he said and I leaned forward to begin the process of licking his cum from my wife's pussy and asshole. He lowered her legs over my shoulders and as my tongue a little deeper into the entrance of my wife's pussy, I could feel the trembling of her cunt. She was still climaxing, the muscles still contracting back and forth. I began to lick and suck as much cum as I could. He shoved my blindfold back down and he went to the other side of the bed. I could hear as he climbed up onto the bed. I guess he lowered his cock to her mouth because I only heard her begin to suck as she mumbled something I couldn't hear.
I cleaned her for what I am guessing was twenty minutes when I heard him ask her. "Was that what you wanted slut?" She stopped sucking for a second and I finally heard what she had been mumbling for the last half hour. "Master." It was her only word and it must have been good enough for him. He lifted his head n my direction and I heard him ask, "What about you fucking cuck? Is that what you needed?" It was the perfect word. I had needed it. I was actually happy. “Yes Master. Thank you Master" I uttered with a smile on my face and his cum all over my lips.
He reached down and clipped chains or leashes on our collars and pulled us both onto our knees. I could feel Kathy's naked body as he pulled us side by side. "Bark Bitches" he commanded and it was the funniest thing. We both began to immediately bark. "Suck cock", and we both began, like puppies nudging each other away from the food bowl, began to nudge each other away as we competed to suck Master's cock. It took another ten minutes but he sprayed his cum on both of our faces and we began to lick it from each other.
He left us that way. He gave us instructions to lick until we were clean and he told us he would show himself out. We licked and kissed for the next half hour until we had to help each other into bed. We slept with the collars on and when we woke up Saturday morning, we took them off in the shower together. We really did say much, other than asking if the other was ok physically and emotionally from the night before.
Concl: It was a week later and time for me to start planning my fantasy night. I mentioned it to Kathy and we set the date. I won't ask she said, but I want you to know, I will be just as supportive of your fantasy as you were of mine. I knew she would but there was only one thing on my mind. How do I get a hold of Master?
I would love to hear your thoughts – iwillinstruct@yahoo.com
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