Terms

This is a follow-up to the story of the first
adventure, 'Testing the Limits' posted in my blog.
The wife informs her husband she has to sleep with the stud in
order to satisfy the terms of her agreement for his
earlier cooperation. He requires some convincing, and her
methods ensure my eventual agreement. (MMF, exh, bd,
bi, mast, oral, reluc)

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The very first time we had the house to ourselves, my
wife had me sit down with her to watch the video she
had made of me. It had been weeks since that explosive
night at the hotel, and I was nervous and embarrassed
to the point of distraction, but my wife quickly let me
know she had loved the experience and that there was no
cause for concern, at least with her.

That last little warning caused me unease, as I
wondered what, if anything, she meant to imply. Despite
my misgivings, however, there could be no denying how
turned on I became as we watched the video together.
The sexual tension between my wife and I had increased
significantly since that night, with many pleasurable
results, and it peaked again as we watched me be abused
on the big screen in our living room.

My curiosity about the identity of the stud she had
turned loose on me, which I hoped the video would clear
up, went unresolved. It turned out he had worn a
bandanna tied around his head, along with dark glasses.
While it looked ridiculous on video, it effectively
concealed his identity, leaving me to continue
wondering.

Needless to say, my wife would not divulge a clue, much
less let on how she had managed to set up the
incredible evening. He was, I must admit, an excellent
specimen of youthful manhood. And even though I knew
what was going to happen on the video, it literally
frightened me to see how wantonly I behaved as he stood
over me, when I thought it was only my wife who was a
witness.

All fears and embarrassment aside, the video turned me
on beyond description, and for days after watching the
tape I found myself getting hard at the most
inopportune times, simply by thinking of it. I started
watching the video at every chance that came along, and
the first time my wife came home and caught me watching
it on my own, she was quite amused. It simply gave her
further evidence of the control she now wielded over
me.

The sharing of fantasies between us had returned nearly
to the level of the early years of our marriage, and
she often steered the conversation to me performing
lewd acts for her amusement. There were even recent
nights when she would simply lay beside me in bed and
whisper in my ear, recounting moments of that night
that she liked, as she had me masturbate. During one of
these sessions, she captured my cum with her mouth and
then transferred it to my own. I took it from her
willingly, and this turned her on so much that she
sucked me back to hardness, then proceeded to ride my
cock to a crotch grinding orgasm.

It happened that we found ourselves alone at home on a
Friday night, the k**s busy with their own lives, and
we both saw it as an opportunity to indulge the newly
rekindled lust we shared. We live in a house that is
fairly secluded, located in a neighborhood with very
large lots. Our property is heavily wooded, offering
further privacy with the house sitting back more than
200 feet from the road.

There is a wide porch across the front of the house,
and I love to sit there after dark this time of year
and listen to the frogs and cicadas. Trees and thick
foliage offer concealment from the neighbors on either
side, and though the street is visible, the distance
through the trees makes it hard to see from the road to
the porch. This particular Friday, I sat in a high back
rocker, enjoying a stiff drink, waiting for my wife to
finish her shower.

It was a cool night, and when she came through the door
she was wrapped in a blanket, carrying a drink of her
own. She had socks on her feet, but I noticed with some
interest the bare calves extending beneath the blanket.
She set her drink on the table, and then held the
blanket around herself as she carefully fed her legs
through the arms of the rocking chair so that she ended
up sitting astride my lap, facing me. We kissed without
a word, and when I slipped my hands under the blanket,
my hopes were rewarded. They found a naked woman
underneath.

We rocked and kissed for a while as I stroked her bare
back under the blanket, then she laid against my chest
and I held her close. When she spoke for the first
time, her words did not fit the moment. ‘You realize I
have to let the stud fuck me, don’t you?’

She lifted her head and looked into my eyes, then lay
back against my chest. ‘I had a feeling that was going
to come as a surprise.’ She paused, then went on, ‘How
do you think I got him to cooperate? I had to barter.
In effect, we have a contract.’

I remained silent, not knowing how to respond.
Instinctively, my arms held her more tightly. The pangs
of jealousy I had felt that night, when it was I who
was actually the recipient of most of his actions,
returned. I was rational enough to know that it was
ridiculous, but that didn’t ease the feelings. Shifting
my position slightly to buy time, I tried to fight the
feelings down and think of what to say.

She rescued me by speaking first, but her words only
added to my discomfort. ‘I’ve thought about that
monster cock ever since I saw it sliding in and out of
your mouth. I went down on him in the shower, but he
was spent after dumping two loads in you. I want him
fresh, so I decided to wait. Now it’s time to service
the contract, so to speak.’

I found my voice, sounding more accusing than I
intended. ‘It’s more than closing a contract. You want
to do it.’

She was not bothered by the accusation. ‘Yes.’

She could sense my unease, as I sat silently holding
her to my chest.

‘First question’, she said, picking up on a game we
often played. ‘Why should you have fun with him and I
can’t?’

‘It was your idea.’

‘Fair enough, but answer the question.’

‘I don’t have an answer.’

She let that hang for a moment. ‘Second question. Have
you not yet learned your place?’

My unwillingness to speak simply gave me away. I knew
what she was talking about, and she didn’t feel the
need to wait for an answer. ‘I thought it was pretty
clear I owned you now. You’ve shown what a slut you
are, and I have a tape to prove it.’

It was said as a matter of fact, I’m sure, but again I
wondered if there was a threat involved. I waited for
the third question, knowing the game required I answer
all she had, but apparently we were done. Enough had
been said.

She was right, of course. She tested my limits, and
found none. At least so far, and deep inside I knew I
was eager for her to try again. The close-ups of that
big cock in my mouth, with her face alongside mine as
she whispered encouragement in my ear, caused my dick
to swell every time I thought about it. And there was
no doubt I had fantasized repeatedly over the years
about her having sex with other men, and had gone so
far in earlier days to allow her to suck off our friend
Jeff. In fact, I caused it to happen. So was this
jealousy I felt because I didn’t want to share her, or
the stud? That sobering thought made me uneasy, and I
realized knowing the answer may be even more
unsettling.

She broke the silence. ‘You don’t like the idea?’

Why was I hesitating? ‘I don’t know baby.’

She suddenly sat up on my lap and looked directly at
me. ‘Did I cause you to think I was asking permission
to do this? I’m sorry.’

The sarcasm was startling, and I swallowed hard at her
words. The softness in her voice was gone, and she
pulled my hands from her back. ‘I think you want me to
do this, you just don’t realize it yet.’

With that she pushed the blanket from her shoulders and
let it fall around her waist. There was a streetlight
at the end of our driveway, and once your eyes
adjusted, it provided quite a bit of light, even at
this distance. Her bare breasts stood out proudly, and
her nipples were rigid as her hands closed over them.
With her bare back to the street, she caressed her
breasts in front of me, then pulled her nipples
straight out between a thumb and finger. ‘Haven’t you
enjoyed these breasts the past few weeks?’ she asked
coyly, with yet another apparent swing in her mood.

‘Yes.’

Slowly she extracted herself from the arms of the
chair, leaving the blanket behind in my lap as she
arose. She stood before me on the porch, naked and
beautiful, and I gazed upon her with unabashed hunger.
My nude wife was still the ultimate turn-on for me, and
as she dropped her hands from her breasts and slid them
down along her hips, my eyes followed their path along
her slender body.

She picked up the blanket, turning her lovely behind to
me as she walked to the steps that led off the porch.
Our house sits high, and the porch exits at one end to
a lower deck that runs along the side of the house.
From the deck, a wide stair, spread out in a quarter
circle, extends down the hill into the front and side
yards. My wife descended from the porch to the deck
stark naked, then spread out the blanket at the top of
the lower stairs.

The motion of shaking the blanket out before her caused
her breasts to bounce deliciously in the gentle
lighting. She stepped down to the first step, and then
sat back on the blanket. From my chair I saw her lay
all the way back, the glow from the streetlight clearly
showing off her body now that she was out of the
shadows created by the covered porch. While she wasn’t
blatantly obvious with the light 200 feet away, it
would not be hard for someone on the street to see her.
They would need only to look in the right direction.

Getting up from my chair, I walked towards her, taking
a seat on the upper steps so that I looked down upon
her nude form. The chill of the night had her nipples
stiff, and the light reflected off white areas of skin
that were normally covered. Looking around, I assessed
the situation and decided that she was being fairly
bold. From where she now lay, the next-door neighbor’s
house on one side could be seen. The house across the
street and up the hill could be seen as well, but the
trees did at least obscure the view from there.

The street itself offered several clear lines of sight
through the trees as you passed in front of our place.
With her body spread out on the deck and her feet on
the first step, her spread legs were towards the
street, away from me. In our younger days she had very
strong exhibitionist tendencies, which we had exploited
to our mutual pleasure quite often, and I had no doubt
she was fully aware of what she was doing. I didn’t
know where this was going, but I knew I liked it and
quickly forgot how it had started.

She looked up at me and smiled, then closed her eyes
and began to caress her body. She started at her
breasts again, but quickly a hand found it’s way to her
pussy. We live on a secluded cul-de-sac, which sees
very little traffic, but at that moment a car turned
the corner and slowly passed by the house. She seemed
not to notice, as her eyes remained closed and the only
movement was her hands at her body.

The scene obviously turned her on, and she started to
writhe slightly as one hand pinched a nipple and the
other rubbed her pussy. Her youthful brazenness of days
past, prevalent in many of my favorite memories, was
again on full display as she bent her head downward,
and with a helping hand sucked her own nipple into her
mouth. Her nipples are large, and she held this one in
her teeth, stretching her breast upward, as she now
masturbated with both hands.

At that point, you could hear the car coming back up
the road, which could mean they had dropped someone
off, picked someone up, or had caught a glimpse of my
wife and were coming back for a second look. I thought
this might get a cautious reaction from her, but was
quickly proven wrong. The awkward position required to
hold the nipple between her teeth was clearly becoming
uncomfortable, but she held it with her eyes wide open,
both hands in her pussy, legs spread to the street, as
she watched the car pass by once again.

The car turned the corner and was gone, and she
released the nipple and let her head drop back to the
blanket. Almost as a counter action, her hips came up
off the blanket and she stretched upward as one hand
probed into her pussy and the other rubbed furiously at
her clit. If anyone was looking, there could be
absolutely no doubt what she doing. My cock was rock
hard as I looked on, watching her build-up to orgasm.

She started convulsing, and then cried out as her body
was wracked with pleasure, her hips falling back to the
deck and her head and shoulders lifting forward in an
involuntary spasm. Collapsing back to the blanket, her
hand again found her breast as she caressed herself
lovingly, slowly bringing herself down from the high of
her solo flight. I was looking around once again to
fully appreciate the boldness and eroticism of the
moment, when she spoke for the first time since getting
off my lap.

‘Be a love and go get me a dildo, will you?’

She didn’t have to ask twice; I was on my feet and
headed for the door when she called out, ‘Make that a
big one and a little one, and some lubricant.’

Practically running, I returned a few minutes later
with the big cock-like dildo she had used on me at the
hotel, and a small bullet shaped vibrator. As I handed
them to her, she said, ‘Now I want you to walk out to
the street and check out what you can see from there.
Don’t come back until I tell you to.’

Hesitating only a moment in my surprise, I then turned
without a word and walked off the stairs into the yard,
crossing quickly through the trees to the street. I
purposefully chose an area away from the light so it
wouldn’t interfere with my night vision, realizing that
I liked this idea. No sooner had I gotten to the
street, another car came around the corner. I turned
away from the car to avoid those bright lights as well,
and could see my naked wife on the deck as the driver
passed by. I knew where to look, but still I was struck
by how easy it was to see her if you happened to look
in the right place.

As my eyes adjusted, her actions became clearer. She
had already moved the big dildo into her pussy and was
working it in and out. I knew what she was doing, so
making out her actions was easy for me, but I still
felt it was pretty obvious. I was nervous on the
street, afraid I might inadvertently draw attention to
her, but held my ground, mesmerized by the show 200
feet away. Her legs came up so her knees were at her
chest and she was totally exposed in the semi-darkness.

I watched as her free hand brought the small dildo from
her mouth, where I had not noticed it before, to her
ass. Slowly, she worked it into her ass, which caused
my already excited cock to strain against my pants. She
moved in and out of both holes now, rolling about on
the blanket, her legs still high.

It was then that she did the most incredible thing. She
pulled the big dildo from her pussy, laid it aside,
then slowly got to her feet and began walking towards
me, her hands pulling at her nipples as she walked. I
expected her to stop along the way, but she kept
coming. Just before she cleared the tree line to the
grassy area along the road, I started to step towards
her, but she told me to freeze. She walked right up to
me at the edge of the road, stark naked, her hands
pinching hard on her nipples.

Then with both hands, she pulled her hair back as if to
make a ponytail. Her arms were high and her breasts
uplifted as she stretched, showing me her nakedness.
The effect was intoxicating, almost enough to make me
forget the dangerous situation we were in. I started to
say something about heading back to the house when she
cut me off.

‘You ever want to have this pussy again, slut?’

What kind of question was that? ‘Yes’, I stammered as I
looked about. She was standing before me, well lit and
highly visible, and her glassy eyed stare told me she
was very turned on and not about to stop.

‘Then do what I say, when I say.’

Her masturbation show had driven the earlier
conversation from my mind, but now her words brought it
back quickly. She wanted to fuck the stud. I swallowed
hard. A noise from a dog up the road made me look about
nervously. This was our home, our neighborhood, and I
was truly worried what might happen if she got caught
like this.

‘You want to get me back in where’s it safe, don’t you
slut?’ she asked, not looking around at all. Her voice
sounded raspy, she was truly turned on. She moved a
hand from her breast to her ass, leading me to think my
suspicions were true; the dildo was still in her
asshole.

‘Yeah baby, I really do.’

‘Then don’t resist. Promise me you’ll do as I say
without question. And admit you want me to fuck him.’

‘I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. And yes, I want
you to fuck him.’ Did I mean it? She had me turned on,
and in the past I would love a situation like this,
with her nude and taking such risks. But this was our
front yard, and we had already been standing on this
street too long.

She closed her eyes, obviously enjoying the
manipulations of her own body. ‘I’m not moving until I
come.’

‘Then come baby. Think about his big cock in your
pussy. Think about it in your mouth. Then come and let
me get you out of here.’

‘Ever think you’d see me masturbate in the street?’

‘No, but you’re beautiful.’ Then catching on to the
situation, I added, ‘The neighbors may be watching you
right now. They want to see you come, Baby. Show them
how hot you are. I’ll bet the k** next door is at the
window with his cock in his hand right now.’

That was all she needed, as she leaned into me with a
whimper. Her hands never slowed as her body started
convulsing and she bit into my shoulder. When I heard
the car returning from the cul-de-sac, I scooped her up
in my arms and headed for the bushes. Just as I reached
the tree line, the sound of the car registered and her
eyes flew open with a frightened look, the reality of
the situation sinking in.

It wasn’t nearly as close an encounter as it seemed,
the glow of the headlights still had not crested a
small hill just down the road, and she relaxed again as
I ducked behind a row of azaleas and dropped to the
ground. A moment later the car passed no more than 30
feet away. I was sitting in the thick layer of leaves
that covered the ground, trying to catch my breath,
with my naked, panting wife in my lap, when I felt her
lips lock on to my neck. Her hands were busy again, and
I knew she heading towards another orgasm.

She drew her legs up, and I could now see the end of
the dildo extending from her asshole as her fingers
plunged into her pussy. In younger days she was multi-
orgasmic when extremely turned on, but it had been
years since I had seen that side of her. But now she
was clearly on a roll, and I held her naked form in my
lap, out by the street in our front yard, and pinched
her nipples as wave after wave of orgasm swept through
her. Behind the bushes we were out of sight, but if
anyone heard her there would be no doubt in their minds
what she was experiencing. Now she was the slut, and I
was in awe of this wicked woman that was my wife.

By now her head was laid back across the arm I had
around her shoulders. Her eyes were closed and her
mouth was open. She stretched her legs out before her,
with her feet buried in the leaves. Both hands gently
stroked her pussy. My free hand was squeezing her
nipples, pulling them away from her body in the manner
she loved so much. As she slowly returned to reality,
her eyes fluttered open and she asked, ‘You’ll really
do as I ask? Or did you just say that to get me away
from the street?’

‘My God, how could I say no to you? I’ll do whatever
you ask.’

‘Then why did you resist?’

Good question. Since she first tested me several weeks
ago, and in the process hinted openly that it would not
be the only time, I had waited to see what happened
next with barely concealed anxiety. I was eager. On top
of that, I had always had fantasies of my wife with
other people, and these I had shared with her on
countless occasions. So what was the source of my
reluctance? I thought I might know, so I said to her,
‘Deep down I think I’m just worried of messing up the
beautiful relationship I have with you.’

‘So you think we might go too far?’

‘It’s possible.’

‘Then let’s cut a deal. If I push you past your limits,
you just say so. If you push me too far, I’ll do the
same.’

I looked down at this lovely naked creature in my arms
and wondered how I could be so lucky. ‘So you don’t
find my willingness to do…....anything, to be a
problem?’

She snorted at that. ‘If I recall you only did as I
asked. Listen, most of the time I need a man, and you
are all the man a woman could want. But sometimes, and
especially now that I’ve had it once, I’m going to want
a slut to dominate, a slut to entertain me. You can be
both without fear with me, it’s what I want.’

‘Then I’ll be your slut whenever you like.’ My cock had
stiffened underneath her, and I knew she could feel it.
My weakness was the source of her power, and she gave
me an evil smile as she sat up. Crawling off my lap,
she rolled over onto all fours in the leaves, pushing
her ass up high towards my face.

‘Eat my pussy, slut’, she commanded.

There was plenty of light from the street filtering
through the bushes, and I could clearly see her pussy
and the dildo that remained embedded in her asshole. In
such a position, the exposed end of the dildo stuck up
into the air lewdly, and I could not help but notice
that very little of it showed. Moving onto my knees, I
wasted no time sinking my tongue into her folds.

She responded quickly as I placed a hand on each of her
hips and pulled her pussy into my face. Laying her head
in the leaves, she curved her back so that her ass
stuck almost straight up, giving me total access. With
her clit sucked into my mouth, and my nose pressed up
into the folds of her pussy, my open eyes could look
directly at her lovely asshole stretched around the
dildo. Over time, my tongue ventured upwards and began
to lick around the base of the dildo, and my efforts
were rewarded by a long moan from my wife. By the time
I returned to apply suction to her clit, it didn’t take
me long to start her on another string of orgasms. Her
capacity for orgasm was astounding, and by the time she
was done, she had collapsed to the ground and was
squirming in the dirt and leaves to get away from my
probing tongue.

‘Get naked, slut,’ she hissed.

I removed my clothes without hesitation as she got back
to her knees, dirt and leaves clinging to her body. As
I moved up behind her, she reached between her legs and
guided my cock to her pussy. It sank in easily, and as
I slid into her, my stomach pressed against the dildo,
driving it deeper into her ass. She pushed me out of
her, then reached back and removed the dildo, dropping
it to the ground.

Once again, she reached between her legs for my cock,
only this time she guided it to her asshole. I needed
no urging, and for the first time since our k**s had
been born, naked and exposed in the front yard, rooting
around in the leaves like a couple of wild a****ls, I
butt-fucked my wife to a glorious orgasm.

The next day seemed like a normal Saturday at our
house. About mid-afternoon I learned that we would have
the place to ourselves again this night, with the k**s
heading off to stay with friends for various reasons.
Since they had their own transportation and agendas, it
wasn’t that unusual, but I still wondered how much my
wife had to do with it. We went out to do a little
afternoon shopping, and on the way home my wife punched
a number into her cell phone and handed it to me.

‘Tell him to come over about eight.’

I had been day dreaming about the night before,
thinking rather smugly that her methods to convince me
to play along with her games could very well lead me to
offer resistance more often. Snapping instantly back to
reality at her command, I was lucky we weren’t in
traffic or I might have wrecked. I started to say
something, but her stare shut me up. He picked up on
the third ring. It was clear he recognized the number
and expected to hear her voice, and it only took a
moment for him to realize who was calling.

‘What do you want?’ he asked abruptly.

‘She was hoping you’d come over about eight.’

‘And she got you to call.’ It was a statement.

‘Yeah.’

‘You going to be there?’

Now that he asked, I really didn’t know for sure.
‘Yeah, I think so.’

‘You think so? Don’t you have a mind of your own?’ he
sneered. My natural confidence was gone, and his
comment stung, but before I could respond he added, ‘If
I have anything left when I get done with her, maybe
I’ll fuck your tight ass again.’

With that he was gone. I lowered the phone and looked
over at my wife. She was smiling, and her hand slid
over and covered my crotch as I drove. ‘I see that
conversation got a rise out of you.’ I couldn’t deny
it. As humiliating as it was, it had turned me on.
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We showered together later that evening. I got out
first, and she lingered in the shower for a long time,
while I made myself a quick drink to settle the
butterflies swirling around in my stomach. When she
walked naked from the shower I could see she had
trimmed her pubic hair. She left a thin patch of short
hairs, and as I kissed her I ran a hand over her
womanhood, confirming she had shaved the lips of her
pussy silky smooth. I knew from experience what she was
up to. Later tonight, her now exposed clitoris and
pussy lips would receive the maximum possible
stimulation.

Putting on a short skirt and silky blouse, she then
ordered me to strip. Once naked, she went to her drawer
and handed me a lacy pair of pink silk panties. My
heart sank. Even though I ended up enjoying it last
time, wearing women’s underwear was the one thing I was
having the most trouble accepting. Seeing myself in
garters and stockings in the video had been a source of
excitement, but also extreme embarrassment. Of all the
things shown in the video, that was what I was most
afraid of anyone ever seeing. She noted my expression,
asking ‘Have we hit the limit already?’

‘No, I’m just wondering why you like this.’

‘Two reasons. First, I know you hate it, so we get
maximum humiliation. You’ve always been so cocky, so
it’s a good way to set the mood and put you in your
place. Second, it sends a message. When he sees you in
my underwear, he knows you’re just a slut toy and not a
serious threat to his manhood.’

I slid them on without further argument, feeling
women’s panties on my body for the first time. They
were what I always referred to derisively as granny
pants when she wore them, because they were
conservatively cut, which meant in this case that they
actually fit me rather well. Most of her granny pants
were cotton, but these were silk and lace, and the
feeling of them on my crotch, I had to admit, was not
bad. She then handed me the same garters and stockings
I had worn before. After watching me struggle for a
minute, she giggled as she taught me the proper way to
put them on. Finally done, she stepped back to admire
her work. I refused to look at the mirror.

‘Go fix us some drinks, slut.’

I padded off to the kitchen, praying the k**s were
truly gone. The truth of the matter was that with the
layout of our house, and with the two dogs we had in
the back, it would be virtually impossible for anyone
to reach our door without us knowing well in advance.
This knowledge gave me little comfort as I moved around
the house in women’s underwear. My wife had entered and
was watching me with a smirk, and as I turned to her
with the drinks, her bra-less breasts pressing out
against the silky blouse gave me something else to
think about.

‘Drink up slut, you only have a minute.’

I had no idea what she meant, and did not ask. When I
was about half done with my drink, she took it from me
and led me into the living room. ‘Kneel by the couch.’
I did as I was told, and she came up behind me and
placed the blindfold from our previous adventure over
my eyes again, fixing it tightly. My disappointed
reaction must have been more obvious than I thought.
‘Not time for formal introductions yet, slut.’

‘Place your hands behind your back.’ Doing as I was
told, she promptly locked my hands together with a pair
of handcuffs.

She departed the room without a word, leaving me to
wonder where the handcuffs came from. I knew I must be
quite a sight, kneeling in my own living room, in
women’s underwear, handcuffed and blindfolded. This was
not what I had expected, but my hard cock would make
denying I liked it difficult.

She was gone a long time, and my anxiety level was
building, when the dogs started barking. I knew the
bark well; we had a visitor. I heard my wife come back
into the room, and then I heard the door close as she
went outside. Trying to quiet the panic rising within
me, I sat stiffly and waited, a cold sweat of fear
breaking out on my forehead. After a moment I heard
voices outside, then the door re-opened. It was only
two steps from the door to the living room, as they
approached from my back.

‘Jesus, what a pussy’, was all he said.

‘Yeah, and a pretty good pussy-eater, too. Want a
drink?’

Obviously tonight they weren’t going to conceal his
voice, which was a change. I could hear them in the
kitchen laughing and talking. When they came back in
the room, he asked, ‘Why don’t you get rid of him and
move in with me?’

‘Sure, but then you’d have to take his place when I
want to have a little fun.’

‘Never mind,’ he replied as he laughed. ‘You like being
the boss don’t you?’

‘With him, yes.’ They passed me and sat on the couch,
no more than a few feet away.

‘Well, I’m the boss tonight.’

‘Then tell me what you want, boss man.’

He chuckled, and I heard the unmistakable sound of
kissing. The talking trailed off, then stopped as the
passion became more urgent. This went on for quite a
while, and I hung my head and listened intently, trying
to imagine what was happening right before me. When
something hit my head, I knew right away from the silky
feel that it was my wife’s blouse. He was wasting
little time. The blouse hung on my head for a second,
and then slipped off onto the floor, which brought a
laugh from both of them.

‘The little pervert’s dick is hard.’

‘He likes for me to have fun. And he knows from
personal experience what I have coming tonight.’ Her
foot suddenly rubbed my crotch, causing me to jump.
They both laughed again.

Once more they fell into silence, and I listened for
clues to what they were doing. From her moans I assumed
his mouth was on her nipples, and this was confirmed
when he said, ‘I knew you liked them pinched hard from
watching you the other night.’ This went on and on, and
they seemed to be in no hurry. When I heard a zipper, I
had no way of knowing if it was his pants or her skirt,
which also had a zipper on the side. The answer came a
moment later. ‘That’s it, wrap your hand around that
b**st.’

His words brought back a memory, and I had to agree
with his description. What a b**st it was. The thought
of my wife sitting in front of me, with his b**st of a
cock in her hand, had me squirming with pleasure as I
listened to their foreplay.

I felt movement and realized after a moment that my
wife had slid off the couch onto the carpet. From the
sounds, I had no doubt she was removing his pants. My
dick got harder, and I strained to hear, wishing that I
could see what she was doing. He let out a small moan,
and I suspected she had just closed her mouth over his
dick. I wondered if she liked the feel of it in her
mouth as much as I did, but I didn’t have to wonder
long. ‘No wonder you loved sucking this huge cock so
much, slut.’ I nodded yes, too embarrassed to speak,
and certain I wasn’t expected to.

Her cock sucking went on for a long time, and she must
have been working him into a frenzy judging by his
moaning and thrashing about. Every time he got close, I
could tell she backed off, holding him at bay as he let
out little groans of frustration. She was a master at
this game, as I knew all too well.

Even without eyesight, the scene before me was hot, and
I was having a difficult time sitting still as I tried
to get some type of stimulation on my own stiff cock.
Then with a start I felt her reach out and grab my
shoulder, pulling me towards her. I shuffled forward on
my knees, across her silk blouse, without question, and
with some difficulty she directed me between his legs.
She had moved just outside his left leg, and the
sucking sounds of her mouth on his cock were much
closer now. I sat and listened, and then felt her hand
on the back of my head, pushing me forward. I went
willingly as she guided his cock into my mouth with her
other hand.

Closing over it like the slut I was, I welcomed this
glistening wet monster back into my mouth for the
second time. His hands came to my head, moving me back
and forth on his cock, not caring whose mouth it was.
It was an incredible feeling, handcuffed and helpless
as he fed me his cock, with my wife’s hand wrapped
around the base pumping it into my mouth. This was more
like it. I silently thanked my wife for the handcuffs,
and even the women’s underwear. I was back in slut mode
and didn’t care any more.

She let me suck on his cock for a few minutes, then I
felt her pull his hand from the right side of my head.
At my ear she whispered, ‘Don’t be selfish, slut’, then
she kissed my cheek and trailed her tongue along my
face to my lips. I froze as her tongue snaked around
the cock sticking into my mouth. Easing back so that
the head was right at my lips, I felt her tongue enter
my mouth as it continued its exploration. Then we were
both kissing the head, and slowly I moved to the right
side of his cock as she took the left.

We worked our way down his length, then back up, our
lips wrapped around from either side so that they met
in the middle on the top and bottom. Her mouth covered
the head and sucked him in as I continued to lick along
his length, then she would swap and let me swallow the
b**st while she ran her lips up and down his shaft. It
was the most erotic experience of my life, my breathing
almost stopping as I became absorbed in the moment. My
only wish was again for sight, so I could look my wife
in the eye as we sucked off this stud together.

She seemed to like stroking his cock into my mouth, her
hand wrapped firmly around his length as I sucked, and
I did my best to be the slut she wanted me to be. But
it was clear her real desire was to have this big cock
in her own mouth, so I licked down the underside and
went to work on his testicles. As soon as my tongue
made contact I could feel him jump, and one by one I
sucked his testicles into my mouth and gently wet them
down with my tongue. His hair tickled my nose, and the
awkward position was hard on my neck, but it was a
small price to pay as I lovingly sucked both balls into
my mouth at once, and simply held them there, marveling
at how full my mouth was.

‘That’s it slut. Suck his balls.’

I sucked until the pressure made him tense up, then
released his balls and licked back up the shaft,
kissing across my wife’s fingers, which continued to be
wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. I knew she
was trying to make him last, but judging by the sounds,
it was going to be a short-term fix. I worked my lips
around hers, feeling the cock slide in and out as she
moved her head. The musky smell, his moaning, the
noises made by her mouth, and the heat of his crotch
made for sensory overload as we tag teamed his cock. I
was in heaven, and knew my wife had to be as well, as
we shared this incredible experience.

Heading south again, I kissed his testicles once more,
then tried in vain to work my way past his balls,
towards his ass. The memory must have been a good one
for him, for as soon as he realized what I wanted he
slid forward on the couch then pulled his legs up high.
When I still had trouble reaching, he slid all the way
forward so that his ass was hanging off the edge of the
couch, pulling his legs back as far as he could.

My way was clear. Using my mouth, I pushed his balls
aside and locked on to the space between his testicles
and his asshole, which I knew from my own experience to
be sensitive. Applying as much suction as I could, his
anxiety grew as he waited for my mouth to move to his
asshole. I teased him for a moment, as I listened to
the sucking sounds of my wife go silent. ‘Do it slut.’

She went back to his cock, and I shifted down and ran
my tongue as deep as I could into his anus. I felt as
much as heard the low guttural noise that came from his
lips, knowing all too well the pleasure he was feeling.
With his testicles pressed up against my nose, I went
after his asshole at a feverish pace, licking all
around the rim then diving back to the middle to drive
my tongue against his sphincter. His hands came down
and spread his cheeks, giving me maximum access, and as
I willingly tongued his asshole, I heard him go over
the edge.

When his orgasm started, his right leg came down hard
in response to the spasms wracking his body, knocking
me backwards. Apparently my wife was holding his left
leg up in her refusal to release his cock, and from the
sounds I knew he was pumping his hot semen into her
mouth. I was coming up beside her, in my own private
darkness, when she suddenly redirected his cock to my
mouth. Realizing what she was doing, I opened up, but
not before he squirted come on my lips and chin. His
throbbing cock entered my mouth, and I willingly took
the last few drops of his come. Stroking his cock with
her hand to pump every last drop into my mouth, I heard
her say, ‘That’s it slut. Finish him off.’

Her next action could also be easily considered the
most erotic experience in my life. Pulling his cock
away, she leaned in and kissed me deeply, then proceed
to lick his come from my lips and chin. It was an
incredible feeling, to have her licking another man’s
come from my face. When she kissed me again, I tried to
express my appreciation with passion, but she quickly
pulled away. ‘You are a nasty little cum slut.’ With
that she went back to sucking on his cock, and I
vividly recalled my own experience of having his once
rigid manhood softening inside my mouth.

After a while she got up and passed by me as she left
the room. Hearing her a moment later making drinks, I
leaned forward and sought out his cock with my mouth. I
half expected him to push me away, and when he didn’t I
sucked in his semi-hard cock, working hard to revive
it. It felt wonderful in my mouth in this softened
state, and I found it thrilling to be ‘caught’ when my
wife returned.

I knew it had to be quite a sight for her to enter the
room and see me kneeling on the floor in women’s
panties and nylons, hands cuffed behind my back, blind-
folded, willfully worshiping another man’s cock. She
paused and watched, and I hoped the image pleased her.
‘Just couldn’t get enough, could you slut?’

His weight shifted as she sat down beside him, handing
him a drink. They sipped in silence as I continued to
suck his cock, then I heard the kissing start again.
After a few minutes, she pushed me back and they got
up. ‘We’re going to the bedroom slut. You’re welcome to
join us if you can find the way back there.’ He was
laughing as I heard them walk away.

I sat there a moment, acutely aware of my throbbing
hard-on pressing against the silk panties, as I heard
them move down the hall. She took him to our bed. The
thought echoed in head, and it didn’t take me long to
realize her goal was maximum humiliation. He would be
fucking her soon, and I would never be able to lie next
to her in our bed without thinking of him. There could
be no doubt she knew this.
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Working myself to my feet, my cock made contact with
the arm of the couch, and I stood there a minute
rubbing myself against the furniture. Whatever doubts I
may have had about her decision, however much I wished
they had stayed and fucked on the couch, it clearly
wasn’t affecting my state of arousal.

As a k**, I learned a trick for walking through a dark
house that I put to use now. Instead of trying in vain
to see for navigation in the darkness, I would simply
close my eyes and accept the loss of visual input.
Using the memory of a familiar layout, I found it to be
much easier to move about without stumbling. With my
eyes now blindfolded, it was easy to apply this
technique as I counted the paces until I reached the
two steps leading out of the sunken living room. At the
top of the steps, I moved slowly to my left, counting
off three paces to clear the counter separating the
kitchen from the dining area, then turning right.

After a few more steps, I was certain I was at the step
up to the hallway, which was slightly higher than the
dining area in this multi-level house. Reaching out
with my foot, I found the step, then moved into the
hallway. I counted the paces until I was sure I was at
the bottom of the stairs, which put the master bedroom
door to my left. I eased over until my shoulder touched
the doorframe, then turned the corner and moved slowly
into the room.

‘Well, looks like the cum slut made it. I knew he
wouldn’t miss this.’

From the sound it was clear they were on the bed. I
eased forward until I felt my thigh make contact with
the bed frame, then stood there.

‘Looks like the effort didn’t affect his hard-on,’ she
giggled. ‘Why don’t you just kneel down right where you
are slut, maybe we’ll find a use for you later.’

My knees were sore and my leg muscles tight from
kneeling so long in the living room, but I knelt as
instructed. They seemed to be simply relaxing and
talking, and as I listened to talk of schoolwork, I
discovered that the stud was a college student, from
the discussion probably an upper classman.

That probably put him in the local college, where he
apparently was also involved in one of the athletic
teams, though the references to practice didn’t offer
much other than to suggest it was a spring sport.
Little by little I was collecting small clues, but I
still had no idea who he was. The thought that he was a
young college stud was exciting to me, and I certainly
had to assume my wife felt the same way as she lay with
him on the bed.

After a time, the talking faded away to be replaced by
more graphic sounds suggesting a return to foreplay.
Without sight, it was difficult to know exactly what
was taking place, but as the breathing and moaning
picked up, it was easy to assume the tempo was
increasing. It had been quite a few minutes when he
spoke again, with clear enjoyment. ‘I see you do like
it a little rough.’

She answered with a simple groan. I concluded he was at
work on her breasts again, knowing full well that she
loved to have her nipples pinched and pulled. Bowing my
head and listening intently, I could see it clearly in
my mind. It was intensely exciting to listen to her
whimpers and to know this stud was fully exploring her
wonderful body, on our bed, just a few feet away.

‘That’s it, bite down. Not too hard, just apply
pressure and pull. Yes, yeeessss, that’s it.’

I squirmed about trying to rub my cock between my
thighs. As her passion grew, so did my own. I wanted to
say something, to encourage her, but I knew they had
forgotten me.

He was a generous lover, taking his time and letting
her excitement build. The sounds coming from her
expressed pure sexual joy, and it was evident she was
having the time of her life. I could only hope that she
would find me exciting again, after this night was
done. It was a sobering thought, but did nothing to
dampen the excitement I was feeling myself as I
listened to her respond to this stud.

‘Oh God, you’re such a tease.’ I could only imagine
what she might be referring too, but there was no
mistaking how turned on she sounded. While many of the
sounds were inadequate to give me a clear picture of
what was happening, there was absolutely no doubt when
his mouth closed down on her pussy. The long low
moaning was a sound of ecstasy that I had brought from
her on many occasions.

It was only a matter of seconds when her first orgasm
swept her away, and in my mind’s eye I could see her
legs go stiff and her chin go to her chest as she
involuntarily curled forward, her hands at her breasts.
It was an image burned into my mind over many years of
going down on my wife.

The panting build-up, the explosion over the edge, and
the slow and heaving return to normal was a pattern I
knew and loved, and hearing it now, brought on by a
stranger, a young college stud, as I kneeled helplessly
on the floor, turned me on intensely. Where I thought I
should feel jealousy, I only felt excitement, and I
realized I had lifted up and leaned forward as I
strained to generate some pressure on my cock with my
legs. This was hot, and I was enjoying it, but clearly
not as much as her.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh, oh, oh.’

She never really recovered from her high as the sloppy
sounds of his work on her pussy continued. This time
the build-up was more paced, the passion slowly rising
with the steadily increasing cadence of her breathing.
I knew she was going to go off again, and I followed
the sounds intently. When she let out a long erotic
groan, I had no idea what he had done to induce it
until he said, ‘You like a finger in your ass, don’t
you?’

‘Tonight, yes. Your finger, yes. Oh God it feels good.’

‘Do you always keep your pussy lips shaved smooth?’

‘I did it for you.’ She panted. ‘Eat me dammit. Oh God,
quit talking and eat me.’

With that the tempo picked up and as I listened to the
wet sounds of his tongue in her pussy, I realized the
heavy smell of sex now filled the room. It added an
exotic touch, as I yearned to stroke my own cock. I
could clearly imagine him with a finger shoved up her
ass, his mouth on her pussy, as he knelt with his ass
high in the air, and I wished I could watch as she gave
herself up to him with abandon.

‘Oh God that’s it. Oh yes, suck my clit. Oh God.’

With that she was off again, rolling through an intense
orgasm that caused her to cry out. Like the night
before, she once again reached the level of multiple
orgasms, and for a full five minutes she was wracked by
one wave after another.

‘You have, have, have to stop. I can’t take it, oh God,
I can’t take it’, she gasped. I tried with limited
success to grind my panty covered cock between my
thighs as I visualized her pushing him away from her
pussy, desperately trying to cool her body down for a
second. He just laughed. ‘You are one hot little
bitch.’

‘You don’t know the half of it yet. Come fuck me with
that big dick of yours, you stud.’

He didn’t waste time on further words, and when I heard
her satisfied moan I knew she was now full of strange
cock. Jealousy did flash through me at that point, but
I didn’t care. I wanted her to be fucked by this stud,
and I was glad to be in the room when it happened. I
knew how much she loved the weight of a man on her
body, and in my mind I could easily see her slender
form smothered under this healthy specimen of manhood.

Their movements could be felt through the bed as nature
took over and their passion intensified. Her love for
nasty talk had been a favorite part of our past, though
largely missing in recent years with a house full of
k**s. But it was back tonight and exciting to hear,
even second hand. ‘Fuck me stud, fuck me. Give it to me
hard. Don’t be nice to me stud, I like it rough. Fuck
my brains out or I’ll get somebody else to do it.’

‘Yeah, like me’, I thought, as I found myself rocking
with the rhythm of the sounds of their fucking.

‘That’s it stud. Drive that b**st into me. Oh, oh. Fuck
me, fuuuccck meeeee.’

The bed was squeaking loudly and I could hear skin
grinding against skin as he drove his huge cock into
her pussy. The pace was fast, the slapping of his hips
against her body was audible every time he made
contact, and I knew he was giving her the pounding she
needed. She had always loved what we liked to call
‘grudge fucking’, difficult to do when k**s were home.
It was hard, rough and without compassion; she wanted
to held down and fucked as hard as possible.

I knew that the less concern I showed for her pleasure,
and the more I simply fucked her in rough, a****listic
style, the more turned on she became and the more her
pleasure grew. It was circular logic, but it worked.
Once past what I thought of as the ‘point of no
return’, she didn’t care who heard her, who saw her, or
what was going on around her, as long as the pounding
in her pussy didn’t stop. It was always a source of
amazement to me the level of abuse her slender, narrow-
hipped body could take, and I knew she was feeling it
now as she drove him on.

‘That’s it, put your hands on my shoulders. Pin me
down. Now fuck me you stud. Don’t slow down. Don’t
stop. Just fuck me, please fuck me.’

His breathing was getting loud and ragged, and I knew
the awe he was feeling as he muttered, ‘Jesus’.

This had been going on for a good five minutes, and he
hadn’t slowed his pace. With his youthful vigor, he was
giving her the most intense fucking she’d had in years,
and the sound of his body slamming into her willing
pussy was exciting to me. I had no doubt that her legs
were spread wide, and her ankles were locked behind his
lower back as she opened herself for him as much as
possible. I leaned into the bed and felt it moving back
and forth, scooting forward as I tried to be a part, in
some small way, of what was happening.

Her breathing was labored and her voice was faint now,
‘Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.’ She repeated it over
and over. Her awareness of me became apparent when her
hand grabbed my shoulder and her nails dug in, an
involuntary reaction to the orgasm that now coursed
through her body. She literally screamed as the
pounding didn’t slow, and then she called out to him,
‘Don’t, don’t you come yet, Don’t you dare, I’m not
done with you.’

His frustration was evident, as this time his emphasis
was different when he repeated, ‘Jesus’. But his pace
slowed, and as she passed through her orgasm she
encouraged him. ‘That’s it stud. Hang on. Hang on.
You’ll get yours. There’s plenty of fucking left in
this whore.’ Her grip on my shoulder gradually relaxed
as her body slowly recovered. I could feel the balmy
heat rising off them, and I could imagine their sweat
covered bodies locked together as he tried to hold off
as my wife had instructed.

The stark reality of the situation was both stunning
and exciting. My wife was doing more than simply giving
up her pussy to this stud. She was showing him the
darkest, most intimate depths of her sexuality,
something I thought to be exclusively reserved for me.

‘Roll over on to your back. Don’t let it slip out of
me. That’s it.’ I felt the bed move through my shoulder
as they shifted position. She was so much in love with
the weight of a man on her body, it was not common for
her to be on top. But I didn’t have to wonder what she
was up to for long, as she ordered, ‘Come on up here
slut. You’ve got work to do.’

It had been so long since she had addressed me, it
didn’t register at first. ‘Can you hear me slut, let’s
go.’

Struggling up on my stiff and cramped legs, I slowly
started to crawl onto the bed. I could tell they were
watching me when he said, ‘A hot bitch like you is so
wasted on a pervert like that.’

Her reply was pleasing. ‘Oh, I don’t think so.’ Then
obviously addressing me, she said, “I want you to lick
his balls, slut.’

Without waiting for him to insult me further, I slid
over in my own little world of darkness until I made
contact with his thigh, then moved back and climbed
over so that I was between his outstretched legs.
Leaning forward, I first bumped my head into her lower
back, then knowing she was impaled on his cock, I used
her body as a guide to find my way to his balls.
Kissing and licking his testicles, I quickly learned
that this was a poor arrangement.

As my wife started to ride his cock, her ass and my
head made contact on every down stroke. The solution
was easy enough. I climbed back outside his leg, moved
up alongside them, and turning towards my left I tried
again. With my head oriented across his body, and my
face turned sideways, I now had free access to lick his
balls as she slid up and down on him.

‘Lick those balls slut. He’s got a slut and a whore
now. Show him why we’re the perfect couple.’

Sucking one testicle into my mouth, I swirled it around
with my tongue as she fucked him at a steady rhythm.
Then I moved to the other. I licked all around his
scrotum and the inside of his thighs, all the while the
sounds and smells of lovemaking filling my senses. It
was good to be a part of the action, and I tried once
again to imagine the scene with me blindfolded, hands
cuffed behind my back, in women’s panties, stockings
and garters, kneeling on the bed licking a man’s balls
as my wife slid up and down on his cock. It was
intense.

Working my way upward, I started to lick the base of
his cock. Recognizing what I was up to, my wife slowed,
then stopped, sliding forward until only the top third
of his cock was inside her pussy. I kissed my way up
along his underside, feeling the slickness of her
juices on his manhood.

Between their combined heat, and the smell of her
pussy, I was delirious with pleasure as my tongue
reached her wet opening and circled all around his huge
cock at the point where it disappeared into my wife’s
body. I pushed my tongue along his cock and up into her
pussy as far as I could, enjoying the feel of both of
them at the same time. Moving upwards, I ran my tongue
into her asshole, getting a little chirp out of her as
she jumped forward at the contact. Then I headed back
down, licking long strokes from her asshole to his
balls, then back again, over and over, stopping every
pass to explore her pussy where it wrapped around this
monster cock.

‘Oh slut, you’re getting nasty now. Can you taste my
pussy on his cock?’

‘Uh-huh’ was all I could manage.

‘Do you like it slut?’

‘Uh-huh!’

I continued to lick from his balls to her asshole,
lingering first at her anus, then at her pussy. They
were both squirming now, which made me work harder to
please them. Then she shifted her position and leaned
back on her legs, grabbing my head and pulling it
around to the front of her pussy. Leaning all the way
back, she exposed her clit and covered it with my
mouth.

‘Suck it slut. Oh God, suck it.’

I needed no encouragement. She started to move back and
forth on his cock, which was now bent down at an angle,
and I could feel it sliding past my lips as I followed
her motion and kept a constant suction on her clitoris.
It was only a short while before I was rewarded, her
body suddenly convulsing into yet another orgasm. I
felt a sense of pride as she came, and as I moved my
mouth from her clit to his cock I ground my own silk
encased hard-on into the bed.

He continued to try and work his cock in her pussy as I
licked the exposed areas of his manhood, until he
finally reached for her and pulled her forward and back
down on top of himself. As I moved out of the way, he
started driving his hips upward, slamming his cock into
her pussy as he held her down against his body. It was
act of v******e, and there was no way for me to join
in, so I sat back and listened, as he was clearly
building to a climax.

‘That’s it stud, come in my pussy. It’s time. Fuck me
stud. Let me have it. Fill my pussy like you did the
slut’s ass.’

The bed was shaking wildly as he drove into her, until
with a long, low growl he started to come. ‘That’s it
stud, that’s it. Give it to me.’

I could sense the power of his orgasm as he drove over
and over into her pussy, grunting with every stroke as
he lifted her off the bed. And then he was done,
collapsing under her, panting heavily. ‘Wasn’t that
worth the wait, stud?’ she asked teasingly, ‘I told you
I’d take care of you.’

It took a few minutes for his breathing to start
slowing down, and then I could hear them kissing
through the pants. Finally he said, ‘Your hot little
whore body has worn me out.’

‘Good. I always try to pay my debts in full.’

‘In that case, I’ll need to cut another deal with you.’

‘I’m sure we can work that out.’

Her kissing on him for a few more minutes gave me time
to consider her words, and it certainly didn’t sound as
if she was joking. Thinking ahead to the possibilities,
I found myself hoping that she wasn’t. She brought me
back to reality when I felt her moving off his body to
the other side.

‘Clean him up slut.’

Her words surprised me as I hesitated for a second.
‘What are you waiting on slut?’

With that I leaned forward and with little effort found
his semi-hard cock with my mouth. It was wet and hot,
and in addition to the taste of her pussy, there was a
stronger flavor, which I recognized as his come. I
sucked him fully into my mouth, using my tongue to
clean their juices. I licked his cock top and bottom,
making sure I covered every square inch. It was a
deeply erotic act, and once again I found myself
grinding my own hard cock into the mattress, trying to
get some relief. He was spent, and therefore never
fully stiffened up, despite my best efforts, but I
liked the feel of his partially erect cock in my mouth.

My wife crawled across his body, until she was now on
the same side as I. ‘Now my turn, slut.’

I reluctantly let his cock slip from my mouth and
turned towards her. She grabbed my head and guided me
in, and once I made contact with her pussy, I accepted
the task with relish. Her pussy was still swollen and
open, and there could be no doubt that the wetness my
lips encountered was a combination of their juices.

I drove my tongue up inside her, surprisingly excited
by the sloppiness of her pussy. As I sucked on her, the
taste of his come was unmistakable as I pulled it from
her pussy into my mouth. The simple lewdness of my act,
between her legs sucking another man’s come from her
pussy, made me insane with lust and I worked my cock
vigorously against the mattress as I went after her
pussy with abandon.

Obviously her stud was watching. ‘My God, he is
disgusting.’

‘Yes he is,’ she said with a contented purr.

Like him, she was too exhausted to respond to my
assault on her pussy, enjoying the feeling but never
becoming fully aroused as I hoped. I continued rubbing
against the bed as I licked gently at her pussy.

‘Is the slut having some sort of difficulty?’ she asked
with a laugh. Not waiting for an answer, she pushed me
from between her legs, and then kept pushing until I
realized she wanted me off the bed and back onto the
floor.

Later as I lay on the floor, curled up on my side, I
heard them return from the shower. He made an effort to
leave, but she pulled him back to the bed, and his
resistance was light. Hearing the light click off, it
was only a short while before the distinct change in
breathing patterns made it clear they had both fallen
asleep. I remained fully awake, truly feeling a wave of
jealousy pass over me as I realized my wife had used
me, thrown me to the floor blindfolded and handcuffed,
and taken another man to our bed to sleep with.

As I lay on the floor trying, without much luck, to get
comfortable, my shoulders ached and my wrists chaffed
from having my hands cuffed behind me for hours. But
most of all, my hard cock ached, and while they slept I
used the hard floor to rub against in an effort to find
some relief.

END