[MMF]My Wife’s Valentine’s Day Surprise

I’m sorry if this is the wrong subreddit, not sure where it would fall on the spectrum. I tried to post last night, but apparently I can’t post until the throwaway has existed for a day.

My wife and I wanted to do something special for Valentine’s Day. Both of us work during the week, so we decided to celebrate a couple of days early. We’d been talking for a while about switching roles; up until today, all that had ever been used on me was some of her dildos, and I knew that felt great, but I wanted to get fucked, and she wanted to feel what it was like fucking me. Therefore, we went to the sex shop yesterday and bought a Feeldoe slim; I saw the other ones available, and definitely thought they would be too big.

While we were on the way back from the store, we were talking about our upcoming experience. I said that I really wanted to get as submissive as possible, since up until now I’d always been the dominant one between us, and she’d been the submissive. She suggested we tie me up; I thought if my legs were tied it might make things difficult on our first time, but I gladly accepted having my hands tied to the bed. I also suggested she blindfold me; she’s done it a few times while dildoing me and jerking me off, and the sensory deprivation is amazing.

I suppose I should tell you what we look like. We’re both redheads (like Weasleys without the kids!). She’s absolutely freaking beautiful, true curves of an hourglass figure, hair down her entire back, darker skin than most redheads you’ll meet (because it’s actually brown, shhhh!). She’s about 5’6. I, on the other hand, am closer to 6 feet, and I’m pretty much your typical ginger guy, sheet pale but for a constant redness, with short hair, green eyes, and a full beard. Not fat but no visible abs or anything.

So today starts with a snowstorm. Perfect. We are secluded in our little bubble of an apartment as a soft blanket of isolation falls over the town. Both of us took a shower, one after another due to our tiny shower, to get ready for the event. I got out first, so I worked the Feeldoe into myself a bit as she was cleaning up. I could get the head into me, but only barely, and I lay on my back in a non-negligible amount of pain trying to accustom my ass to it until she got out.

She came into the bedroom and stood, naked, beautiful, and dripping in the doorway. She said she’s admiring the view. I sheepishly said that I’m just trying to prepare myself, and she laughed.

She took a bandanna out of her dresser and brought it over to the bed. After placing it securely around my head, she asked if I can see anything. I could see a tiny bit of light coming from the bottom, but nothing through it; nonetheless, she fixed it until I can see nothing but blackness. Then, one by one, she lovingly tied my wrists to a pair of ropes we keep tied to the headboard. I was still on my back, now waiting, helpless.

A moment later, I heard her gasp, presumably as she inserted the Feeldoe. Next, I headr a buzzing as the Feeldoe’s vibrator mode was turned on. Finally, a click, and Lovage began pouring out of her laptop speakers.

I’m going to pretty much gloss over the next 5 minutes or so. As it turns out, positioning a cock you can’t feel into an ass that’s not used to being fucked is a rather difficult and, honestly, hilarious task. After much lubricant, awkward direction, and giggles, she finally got the brunt of it inside me. It still hurt, but less. She hovered above me, her wonderful nipples grazing across my chest, kissed my neck, stroked my cheek, and lovingly pushed herself deeper and deeper into me. Giggles gone, hello moans. I’ve had years of sexual experiences, dozens of “conquests” in my twenties, but right then? I felt like a schoolgirl on prom night, a college girl experimenting in a dorm, a divorcee from a dead bedroom having a sexual awakening, or some perverse mix of the three. I felt so unbelievably fucking feminine, and I really couldn’t believe how much I loved it.

“Fuck me with your big cock, Daddy,” escaped my lips, completely bypassing my brain. I turned absolutely red(der), completely mortified, and I was afraid she might stop, or think it was weird. Instead, she started pistoning into me, pushing harder and farther with each stroke. By now, I was completely accustomed to it, and couldn’t stop myself from bucking back at her with each thrust. I moaned and squirmed and told her to fuck me, and she really got into it, calling me a slut, asking me if I liked that dick, and I…came? No jizz or anything like that, but I felt waves and waves of pleasure spreading out inside of me. I collapsed about thirty seconds later, exhausted for the moment but nowhere near done.

She flipped me over next, and pulled me up to my knees. My restraints were long enough to allow it, but only barely, and it left my hands crossed in front of me as I gripped the headboard. She positioned herself behind me, and gently but inexorably pushed the entire length of the strapon inside of me. I practically screamed I moaned so loud, but that was just the start. She had way more leverage from behind, being somewhat shorter than me, and started pounding into me with a vengeance. She smacked my ass and pulled my hair. My eyes rolled up in their sockets as my voice went up about fourteen octaves. Now I was actually moaning like a schoolgirl on prom night.

In fact, I was so loud that she stopped, scared she was hurting me. When I breathlessly told her “don’t fucking stop”, she redoubled her efforts, and my whole body shuddered from several ass-gasm(?)s in a row. Finally, she pulled out of me abruptly, and I collapsed facedown on the bed, my ass still prostrate in the air. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t move. I know that I didn’t want to.

But when my sense came back to me, she was gone. I let a minute or so pass, thinking she was just teasing me. Then I yelled out into the apartment, asking what she was doing. “Just a minute”, she said. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

At this point, Portishead is playing through the speakers, playing pretty loudly, so I don’t hear her come back. I do feel the bed shift as she comes onto the bed, and hear it squeak a little as she positions herself. I feel her hand on my ass, and then I feel a cock press against my asshole. A warm, throbbing, living cock.
I jolt forward, away from the dick. From right next to my head, I hear her say, “Are you ok? You don’t have to do this, do you want to stop?” I completely froze. Inside my brain, a fucking Revolutionary War battle fought it out. Cannonballs of fear, galleys of reluctance, musketballs of pure fucking horniness. She and I had talked over the years about everything; we both kinda considered ourselves somewhat bisexual, but neither of us had ever done anything of the sort. I’d told her that I’d thought about getting fucked by a man sometimes, even watched gay porn occasionally, but I’d never had the courage to actually do it.

I don’t know how long I stayed there, rigid with indecision. Hopefully, not too long. Eventually, curiosity and desire won the day. I said nothing, but relaxed my body, presenting my ass to be fucked.

He had a much easier time getting in, I assume from experience and actually having nerve endings there. I was already totally loose and relaxed from my wife fucking me, and I had no problem taking his dick. It felt a little bit bigger than the feeldoe, but not too much, and after the pounding I had already taken, I felt myself wanting to be stretched more.

Now, I don’t want to take anything away from my wife. The passion and enthusiasm from her while she fucked me was wonderful, drove me up the fucking wall, but this guy, he knew what he was doing. Every single inch of me felt filled up as he drove into me over and over and over and over. The bed quaked from the force of his driving pelvis, and I was transported to another fucking world. I was vaguely aware of my wife’s hand on top of mine, laced in the gaps between my fingers as I gripped onto the headboard for dear existence. I screamed, I shuddered, I nearly exploded from the pleasure pouring into my every nerve. I heard his own moans of satisfaction and, though I scarcely would have thought it possible, he pounded me harder. I came again, not from my dick, but from sheer anal stimulation, and this time was bigger than all the rest of them combined.

I was still riding that high in a major way when he pulled himself out of me and flipped me over onto my back. In a single motion, my wife whipped off the bandanna, like she was prepared for it. She probably was. She knew better than any how much of a facial fetish I have, and I bet she just loved making sure I was on the other end of it for once. I looked up at the approaching cock and locked eyes with it’s owner an instant before it covers me with rope after rope of thick, salty, warm cum. It’s my best friend Johnny.

Ok, not my best friend (nor is his name Johnny). It’s not like he was best man at my wedding or anything, but he was in the party. When you’re in a tight knit group of friends, everyone’s kinda your “best” friend. Point is, my super strong gymhead friend with washboard abs, rippling muscles, and a slickly shaved head, had just cum all over me after pounding my guts out. I thought he was straight! He was the lady-killer of the group. Well, I found out tonight, it’s not just ladies.

“We,” he said, “have got to do this again.”

I looked over to see my wife, sitting on the bed next to me. I could tell she was nervous. Her eyes asked me, “Did I do ok?” I give her an exhausted, cum covered smile, and I nod.

“Well then,” she said, pushing me back onto my back, “I think it’s my turn.” She straddled my face, dropping her delectable pussy right down on my mouth. She was absolutely dripping wet, and her cum mingled with Johnny’s, completely covering my face in slippery love juice. Her hands clamped down on my chest, and she gave me no choice but to explore her pussy with my tongue, and I happily obliged. A moment later, I felt the Feeldoe again, creeping into my well-fucked ass. I spread my legs, welcoming it, and once Johnny had it well lodged inside me, I felt his lips wrap around my cock.

Well, my wife was already horny as fuck, and years of marriage meant I knew exactly how to get her off. Johnny clearly had a lot of practice sucking dick, and the dildo jamming up against my prostate certainly didn’t hurt. It couldn’t have been a minute before she and I came together; Johnny took his mouth off my cock and finished me with both hands, one on my cock and one on the dildo, as she bucked wildly astride my face, her juices a veritable waterfall of pleasure. She climbed off me a few seconds later, leaving me a still restrained pile of cum-covered manslut. I reveled in it.

Well, that’s about it for the sexy times, now for the resolution. I mustered up the will to hop into the shower a few minutes later, but part of me didn’t want to. I’ve been a fan of /r/cumsluts for years, but I had no idea how much I’d like being on the receiving end. When I got out of the shower, Johnny was still naked on the bed, and my wife had slipped on some fuzzy pajama bottoms due to the cold, but was still topless. They were chatting. I joined in on the conversation.

Apparently, my wife had contacted Johnny the night before, after our talk in the car. He had confided in her a few years ago that he was bisexual, but had never told any of “the guys” for fear of reproach. When my wife told him about my own curiosities and our plans for tonight, Johnny was eager to play a part in her surprise. Johnny plows with his truck in the winter, which is why he was able to get to us in this snowstorm. He just left a few minutes ago to get back to work, but we are definitely planning on doing more of this type of thing in the future. My wife is in the shower cleaning off as I write this, and I am, for the first time, truly understanding the pain of getting cum in your eye. Next time I’m going to wear my glasses.

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