[MF] Tied my friend’s wife up in a hotel room

(This got long, so it continues in the first reply.)

Hi! I’ve been posting a few stories here a while ago, and I felt like sharing our most recent experience. For those of you who haven’t read the stories of our other encounters I’ll give a brief summary.

Me and my wife have known Mark and Jane forever. Jane and I studied together, and we all get along great. Around a year ago, we met with them for a foursome, that went off without a hitch. Since then, our relationship has taken a turn towards wife sharing and outright cuckolding of Mark, with me as the bull. It took some time for everyone, especially me, to be comfortable with the dynamic of cuckolding, but it has become a pretty central part of our friendships.

For a brief description of us (I have been asked to switch to feet and inches):

Me: Around 6′ tall, broad build, full beard, quite hairy, deep blue eyes, short brown hair, and a thick 8.5ish inch cock.

Mark: Similar height to me, with brown eyes, clean shaven, and around 6″ cock.

My wife: Reddish brown hair that reaches her shoulders, 5′ 3″, medium build, blue eyes, pale skin, cute little butt and G-cup breasts.

Jane: Dirty blonde shoulder length hair, 5′ 1″, toned build, thick ass, brown/green eyes, and modest breasts.

Now, since my last post, we have been meeting with Mark and Jane at least every other week, and I would say that we end up having some kind of sexual experience more often than not.

It has also been made clear that Jane is different to my wife in three distinct ways. First, she is flexible. My wife has hyper mobility, and while that sounds like she sound be able to tie herself up in a knot, it actually means that her joints a stiff and sore half the time. Jane is the opposite.

Second, she likes to be tied up. This partially relates to her flexibility, but also the fact that she loves being dominated.

And lastly, but certainly not least, she enjoys anal.

Now, like a lot of guys I have a slightly unrealistic and idealized image in my head surrounding anal. All the porn in the world doesn’t tell you about the prep and potential… challenges related to it. But after talking to Jane, she made it clear that she had it down to a science. Of course, I immediately questioned myself as to why I had never suggested it before, but in the end it’s just not something my wife has ever been into.

Anyway, I got to talking to Jane about these three things, and because they are elements me and my wife don’t include in the bedroom, I naturally showed my interest. It didn’t take much convince from our partners before we had made dinner reservations, and booked a hotel room.

Mark and my wife ended up not making plans for the night, since my wife had prior arrangements. But just like last times, we promise to send plenty of pictures and videos.

So anyway, that’s all the intro out of the way. On with the story:

I met with Jane at the restaurant of a major hotel, a few towns over. The place was slightly upscale so I wore a suit jacket, dress shirt, dark jeans and dress shoes. Jane, on the other hand, wore a simply, black, backless dress with sequence around the neck which hung around her neck like a choker. You know the ones that were popular in the early 2000’s? I always loved my wife’s body, but Jane’s small, toned body was made for this type of dress.

We greeted each other with a kiss on the lips and a few compliments. Dinner was largely uneventful. We sat towards the back of the place by ourselves and talk about everything and nothing. A one point we drifted slightly into what was about to happen and I had to admit that I had next to no experience with tying someone up. I do know my way around some practical knots, and that would prove to come in handy later.

We finished up our dinner and headed for the elevator to go to our room. We had picked a nice big room which turned out to be on the 23rd floor. We kissed a little on the way up and I gently pinned her against the wall just outside our room, where we made out and I ran a hand over her bare back.

I made a point out of snap chatting Jane opening the door and leading me inside.

The room was a studio, with a gorgeous view of the city through full sized windows. The layout was simple, with a large, white couch and a king sized bed. I had brought a bottle of white wine that I brought to the kitchen and opened before pouring us both a large glass.

Throughout the night, I had laughed at Jane’s oversized handbag. It was more like a carry on piece of luggage, and anyone who had bothered to pay attention would have heard the jingling of metal and might even have see a bit of soft rope that was spooled up inside. We had arranged all of this before hand, but I didn’t expect her to bring enough equipment to restrain a small army.

We continue our conversation from dinner as we sit on the couch. Her legs are draped over mine as we chat and drink. Pretty soon, the bottle is empty and we are both feeling buzzed. Throughout the night we took turns sending photos and videos of things as things progressed.

Jane told me that she would show me how to tie her up and the talk about what we were going to do got me rock hard in a matter of seconds. She didn’t waste any time before her hands were caressing me over my pants and we kissed deeply for a few minutes. She finally had enough, and took my hand and led me to the bed.

She sat down, and slid her dress straps over her shoulders and let it fall around her waste, before taking it all off. She was wearing a set of white, lace underwear and thigh high stockings. She knew for a fact that thigh highs are one of my weaknesses and I nearly pinned her down right then and there.

Instead she instructed me to grab the cuffs and rope from her bag, as she laid back and laughed at my expression as I pulled out several feet of rope, in multiple pieces. I must have looked like I was looking at an Ikea set without the instructions because she told me to go and tie a piece to each side of the headboard. It only took a few minutes before I cuffed her and tied rope to the chain. But she wasn’t done.

In a display I’ve only seen from circus acts in Vegas, she slowly lifted her legs and twisted her hips until her feet were next to/behind her head. I was honestly gobsmacked and my cock would have been able to cut straight through the massive windows beside us.

I tied her ankles to the cuffs and stepped back to watch the sexy, human pretzel that was going to be my plaything for the night. Funnily enough, this turned out to be one of the few nights with her that didn’t involve a blowjob at any point.

I stood in front of her, filming her as she laughed and squirmed in her restraints. She clearly loved being put on display, unable to move around. I hit send and put my phone down on the far side of the bed.

I undressed while she watched. Like always, she didn’t hold back on her praise of my endowment. She knew I loved it. When I took off my briefs, my cock struggled to make it past the elastic, but finally it sprang forth and stood straight and proud. I took a hold of her fantastic ass and pulled it right to the edge of the bed. The bottom of her cheeks were even hanging over the edge and I heard the rope strain a little as it reached its limits.

Ever the showman, I laid my shaft across her panties, and over her belly. I know that the position she was in gave a misleading idea of how deep inside her it would reach but it touched her bellybutton and it flexed involuntarily when I saw it laying on her little body.

“Are you ready?” I asked her and ran my hand across her puffy lips, over her panties. She eagerly nodded and asked me to “fuck her pussy with my huge cock.”

I’ll be honest, and say that I didn’t have much restraint left in me, so I spat on my shaft and used one hand to stroke myself while I used the other to slip her panties to the side. I slipped the first few inches inside her pussy without much trouble and she started to beg like I’ve never heard her do before. It was more than I could handle and I grabbed her thighs and slowly thrust back and forth until I was all the way inside her. She felt amazing, like always.

When I pulled her panties to the side, I saw something that made me grin like an idiot. Janes tight little ass was plugged with a shiny steel button. Being internet literate, I recognized it as a buttplug, but didn’t pay it any more attention for the time being.

Her moaning and the sight of her body on display, highlighted by her lingerie and stockings drove me wild. At one point I looked over, while fucking her in long, deep strokes, at the large windows and wondered if anyone was watching us. The thought quickly passed as I felt myself getting close to cumming in a matter of minutes. I had to pull out to stop myself from cutting the evening short.

For a while I took up my phone and sent Mark a video of my cock, slick with his wife’s juices and a view of her slightly gaping pussy. The caption read something like “she’s finally getting what she deserves.”

Time had come for the big event, and Jane told me to pull out her plug and fuck her ass. I’m a simple man, and I didn’t need any more instructions so I slowly pulled the shiny metal button and watched, fascinated, as her asshole stretched slightly around it and winked shut. I tossed it aside and grinded the underside of my cock on her pussy.

She told me that I was plenty slick with her own juices, and that I didn’t need any more lube, so I lined up my tip with her ass and gently pushed forward. In the heat of the moment, I rocked back and forth, sinking inch after inch inside her and laid my hand across her pussy as she moaned and groaned. When I was about halfway inside her, she told me to pull out and grab the lube from her bag. She’s cocky, but I guess she still knows her limits.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e07hsr/mf_tied_my_friends_wife_up_in_a_hotel_room