Servicing me while I watched his wife cum [MFm] [bdsm] [bi]

(A warning, this play was focused on some forced homosexuality with derogatory humiliating language. It’s roleplay between consenting reasonable adults.)

You wouldn’t have known, watching the couple approach the table, that they were anything but ordinary. Early 40’s, conservative suburbanites. She was attractive in a mom-next-door sort of way. Thin with blonde hair pulled back and fashionable but barely flattering dress. He had short hair thinning hair and was in jeans and a clean simple T-shirt. Both tall, both smiling and friendly. They could have been on their way to a parent teacher conference.

We met. We had a drink. I left.

I waited for 15 minutes wondering if they were going to back out. But finally there was a knock on the door.

I opened it, saw them and invited them in. The lights were down very low and as they walked in we didn’t speak. I don’t care how bad ass a dom or kinky a sub you are. I don’t care what scene you have set up. Those first few minutes with a brand new partner you met online are always awkward, always a bit weird. I shut the door and slid the bolt. I turned and when no one spoke, I said, “I’m ready if you are, we could also have another drink.”

She smiled and accepted, I didn’t have much to offer in the hotel and she just asked for some vodka straight. As I got it ready she said, harshly, “Strip and go wait in the corner.”

I ignored her husband as he complied, Stripping down to reveal under his briefs that he was wearing a metal chastity device locked onto his cock. I made myself a drink, my usual and poured her some vodka. It was weird to think that I was the experienced one here. They were older than me and lived in a kinky lifestyle, but had only been reaching outside the marriage for a year, and never something like this was to be.

I motioned to the couch and she sat as I brought her drink over, handed it to her and sat down next to her. We made small talk as we both sipped and I slowly, carefully, moved on her. My hand on her knee, over the dress then slowly, every few moments, sliding a bit up her leg. She didn’t stop me and as she finished her drink I put mine down and politely turned her face to me and kissed her.

It was a short kiss and then another. My hand cupped her head, stroked her neck, slid over her breasts beneath the fabric of her dress. My other hand teasing between her knees, but not sliding down. That was against the rules tonight.

We slowly reached a point where we were kissing deeply while I massaged her breast, my hand having slid beneath her dress and her hand was stroking my hardening cock through my pants when she pulled back and smiled. (Not inspired dialogue I know, don’t judge, its hard to force this stuff in the moment.)

“I’m sorry,” she said, “you know I have no intention of doing anything about that.” She stroked my cock again through my pants.

I smiled back. “Oh no,” I said, “entirely my fault, you are just too beautiful and I couldn’t help myself. I got myself into this problem.”

“No,” she countered, “I feel just horrible.” Her hand sped up a bit. “You’ve been such a gentleman tonight, I shouldn’t have teased you so. I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of cock tease.”

“I would never,” I started but she interrupted me.

“Nonsense,” she said, then louder, meaner, to her husband in the corner. “Cumstain, come here.” Without needing to be told he shuffled over to her on his hands and knees and immediately knelt in a pose with his cock in chastity was sort of thrust for presentation. He looked every where but towards me.

On her wrist was a small chain and a little key. She unclasped the chain and used it to unlock his cage. “Cumstain,” she said, “I’ve accidentally teased our potential new bull. We can’t have him thinking badly of us. What sort of woman would he think I am.”

“No Mistress,” he said, “Whatever you need, Mistress.”

To me, she said, “could you stand honey?” I did. I couldn’t help but look at his dick. It was difficult to see clearly in the darkened room but it looked like he was maybe half-way to a full erection. He was already much larger than would have been contained in his cage. To him she said, “watch.”

His eyes flipped to me, to my crotch, edging up but not close to looking me in the eyes. She stood as well and moved behind me, reaching around to pull my shirt from my pants and lift it over my head. I felt her moving behind me and saw her dress land on the couch. Then her bra and then I felt her bare breasts on my back. Yum.

From behind, her hands found my belt and began to undo it, she had some trouble but got it off. Then unbuttoned, unzipped and slid my pants down to my ankles. I kicked them to the side.

I was in my boxers and she paused stripping me for a moment to rub me again through my boxers, getting me nice and hard, letting her finger tips tease my cock out of my fly. I watched his eyes holding fast on my cock, his wife’s fingers touching me. I could see that his cock was rigid.

“Mistress,” he said, his voice was wheedling, he knew what the answer was going to be but he had to ask. “May I touch myself please.”

I asked, before she could answer him, “how long has . . . . Cumstain . . . . Been locked up?”

Her finger tips teased the head of my cock. “Not long,” she said, “only one week. And no cumstain. The only way you get to have any pleasure tonight is if he (me) decides to touch you. You aren’t allowed to touch yourself and I’m sure as hell not going to touch that pathetic thing.” She gave my cock a nice stroke to emphasize. “So what do you say RD, think you might give him a stroke.”

I laughed. “I’m not the fag. You’d have to pay me, a lot, to be willing to touch some disgusting cock.”

“Hmmm, do you hear that Cumstain, he’s not so pathetic as to pleasure another man,” she said, but her voice caught a bit as she said it. I wondered if she was behind me so that neither he or I could see how nervous she was.

She started to slide my boxers down and stood slowly, her breasts brushing my butt and lower back and started to stroke me again.

This was going much longer than we had planned, I guessed she might be working herself up to giving the order. He had been bi in college. Sucking a cock was not a new thing for him, though not like this, not in front of her. But for her, this was a step, a large step. I didn’t push. Her hand was nice and I realize that sometimes, ideas that sound sexy when your alone with your lover, are not actually sexy when you do them. If I pushed she might spook. If I pushed, she might force herself to go through with it. She had to make up her own mind.

She pushed her face into my back and let her hands slide around my cock. His eyes were still fixed on it.

“You know,” she said, “cumstain, you’ve boasted about what a good little cock sucker you would be for me. You swore you’d please any man I wanted to impress. Any man I might take as a lover.”

“Yes Mistress,” he said, “I’ll be good for you, I won’t let you down.”

“Our Bull,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken, “claims to be hard to get off, that only someone talented can do it. You represent me Cumstain. Your mouth is my mouth. The pleasure you give him is a gift from me. If you can manage to not fail me, the way you failed me with your own mouth before you learned discipline.” Her hands had stopped giving small pleasure, with both hands wrapped around my cock she began to stroke me in full. Giving him some help getting me there. “If you can manage to get him off yourself before I get bored of watching your pathetic antics. I will let you jack that dripping dick off in the corner like the dirty little fag you are.”

He made a happy sound. “Yes Mistress,” he said, “I promise Mistress. I’ll show him how much pleasure you can give.”

She moved away and asked me to sit. I got my first look at her nice small frame and little breasts. She was still in her panties but as I sat down, she took a position only a few feet from me up on the arm of the couch and slid her panties off.

As I sat, she said, “well cumstain, get to it, make me proud or spend another week in your cage.” She was arranged almost perfectly for me to see. I barely had to turn my head as she leaned against the back of the couch, legs spread lewdly giving me a full view that he couldn’t see in the slightest. I couldn’t see her wet in the low light, but I could hear it as she began to tease herself with her fingers.

I started to look towards cumstain as he slid towards me but she motioned for my eyes to stay on her. No complaints from me.

I saw him on the edge of my vision as his mouth took my hard cock. I watched her though, as his mouth slid onto my dick, his tongue flipping around my head. I watched her raise one hand to her breast, stroking one nipple and then the next, pinching them lightly, as the other hand teased herself. She slid her finger up and down her labia, dipping into the dark center before sliding back up and over her clitoral hood. I could see now that it was pierced by a small reflection.

He was pretty good. But oral sex is oral sex, its hard to be bad at sucking cock if you put even a bit of effort in. I luxuriated in the feel of the wet warmth working me up and down. I luxuriated in the sight of her staring at her husband sucking a mans cock as she slowly pleasured herself. He was teasing me, trying to show off, not get me off at first. I didn’t complain. Licking me up and down, licking my balls and twice pushing my legs apart enough to briefly tongue my ass. Each time he did, the hand from her nipples slid down and she arched so I could see her finger tips brushing her own asshole.

Finally he went for it, his mouth suctioning onto my cock and his lips holding tight as he began to slide his mouth up and down. He was only able to go a bit past halfway. She took the same queue, one hand sliding two fingers into her pussy and the other beginning to grind into her clit.

We went on like this, his mouth working my cock as I groaned happily. My eyes locked onto her. Her eyes locked onto him as she pushed herself closer and closer.

“Why is this so good,” she moaned, “you disgustingly slutty faggot. Suck him, suck him like the bitch you are.” Then suddenly she was shaking. Spasming so hard I worried for a moment she’d fall off of her perch.

I continued to enjoy the mouth on my cock. But I could tell that he wasn’t going to be able to get me off. I had warned them of this, it can take a lot to get me off with oral. I don’t know if its a control issue or what, but if I’m sitting or laying down very few people have been able to get me to finish.

He continued to work my cock and she composed herself and looked on, smiling. Happy. She looked at me and made a questioning gesture. I gave a thumbs up. It did feel amazing even if I wouldn’t cum. She mouthed ‘cum soon.’ I shook my head and shrugged.

She got up and went behind him, I couldn’t see what her left hand was doing but from the way he stiffened I think her fingers found his ass hole. (I hadn’t seen yet, but he had a plug in and she was tweaking it). Her other hand went under his front and I felt him moaning around my cock.

“Disgusting” she said and brought the hand back up, it was smeared in glistening fluid. “Do you see why I don’t touch that pathetic thing of his, it drips precum like a faucet the moment he even imagines using his lips like a good fag to please a man.”

She wiped her hand onto his back and went to her purse. She took something out and went behind him. At the same moment I heard the sound of something hard vibrating on something plastic, he jumped and she laughed.

“Hurry up cumstain,” she said, “I don’t think he’s even close and I’m going to let lover have a go at me.” I said nothing, I thought she might mean me and that was totally off script. I know this sounds weird but oral sex on a first meet is fine, I prefer to not fuck. I wasn’t sure if she was just taunting him, but it turned out lover was the name of her favorite vibrator.

She took her position back up on the couch but now she was looking me in the eyes. I got the feeling she was trying to help her poor husband out, that I was about to get a show.

As her husband tried to speed up (gagging in the process) she began to vibe herself, staying where I could see well, while licking her finger and sliding it into her ass. It was pretty hot. Not just the act but it seemed clear that despite her reservations she was really enjoying this experience.

I was so turned on it almost hurt. Had I been in charge I’d have flipped the sub over and fucked his mouth to orgasm long ago. The urge to cum was almost painful. His mouth sliding up and down, up and down, low moans of frustration coming from him tweaking my sadistic edge.

She didn’t take long with the vibe on her and soon she had pulled her finger from her ass and was using it to hold onto the couch as her body began to shake and shake again.

“I need to finish,” I said as she calmed down, “can I just use it like the fuck hole it is.”

She sighed and said, “I knew he was pathetic. Go ahead, enjoy your self as best you can manage with him.”

He didn’t fight as I moved him onto his back on the couch, I stepped in the slick on the carpet left by his precum, holy fuck cumstain. I laid him so that his head was just under her spread legs and as I mounted his face, blocking his view of his wife, she moved so she could kiss me.

I only lasted three thrusts and then I held still as he gagged and swallowed.

She sent him to the corner again but made it clear, “I’m humiliated cumstain. You have disappointed me tonight. No orgasm, hands behind your back and we will put that thing in its cage in a minute.”

Things got a bit shy again. She sat next to me for a moment and we kissed a few times. I was up for a bit more but she said they had to go home and digest.

She made him come back over, his dick was still pretty hard but she painfully, slowly forced it down until it locked.

He didn’t say a word. They dressed. I kissed her again. They left.

We have plans to play again the next time I’m in their city.

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