He wanted to share me with his wife…

“You want this pussy, baby?”

I was straddling Glen on all fours. My face was hovering inches above his hard cock. My long dark-hair tickled his erection as I glanced over my shoulder. My panties were on the floor–along with most of my clothes–and my wet pussy was just inches from his nose.

I was wearing a black slip skirt, bra, and garter belt with cream-colored stockings.

With one hand I pulled the skirt up so he could see my bare ass. I put two fingers between the lips of my cunt and spread it in front of his face. I spread my fingers open and shut, flashing him my pink.

Slow, erotic music was playing in the background and I wagged my hips slowly to the bass.

“You like this pussy?” I repeated.

Glen made an affirmative grunt. I knew he was dying to taste me. But he was helpless to do anything about it. His arms were spread above his head–each one cuffed to a corner bedpost. He wore a snug metal cock ring that would make it virtually impossible for him to cum.

This was his game–not mine. It’s what he wanted. And it’s one I’d learned to find very enjoyable–something I’d never expected when he’d first suggested it weeks before. Honestly, it was better than the actual sex, which was beginning to bore me.

‘You want to taste my cunt?”

I was sloppy wet and wanted nothing more than to get off. I ached to have his tongue and fingers inside me. But I wasn’t ready to give in.

“Let me taste it,” he said.

I lowered my hips slowly. I rubbed my velvety box on his nose and quickly pulled away.

Glen bucked against the restraints. He was frustrated.

I took his hard cock in my hand. Drops of cum were seeping out of the head. It was a nice one–but at 7 inches, not exactly the stuff that every girl dreams about.

I licked up and down his shaft. Glen moaned like a high school boy getting head for the first time. I sealed my lips around the head and gave him a big slurp.

“I wanna fuck, Glen,” I said.

“No. Not yet!” he said.

But he wasn’t the one in control.

I turned around to face him. I leaned back and slowly took his quivering cock inside me. It felt SO GOOD sliding inside me!!

I took off my bra and started playing with my own titties.

“I wish you were touching me,” I said. I played with my own nipples and moaned. At the same time, I started slowly grinding up and down his shaft.

Glen was trying to fight it, but he couldn’t resist. He started rocking his hips. He wanted to go faster. And deeper.

I put a finger on my clit and started rubbing it. The other hand stayed on my tits, alternating between nipples. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and took things nice and slow.

Every time he tried to go faster, I stopped. And then I’d start back slow and steady. Building myself up. Frantically rubbing my clit I got off hard for what would be the first of many orgasms.

Then I turned around to face his feet. Riding him reverse-cowgirl I started moving my hips faster. With each stroke, I leaned forward and let his cock rub my clit. I reached down and unlatched the cock ring. “Cum in pussy, baby,” I groaned. “Cum inside me.”

We started moving in rhythm with one another. He would thrust up as I rocked back. I heard him grunt several times and then felt his hot load spray inside me. I reached back to my clit and got myself off a second time as he was finishing.

Ten minutes later I laid beside Glen in bed. He was free from his restraints.

“That was fun,” I said, getting up to leave.

He started to say something and then paused. I had to persuade him to finally spit it out.

“I want you to fuck my wife,” he said.

“What?” I said.

“Really,” he said. “I want to watch you fuck my wife.”

I glanced over at the nightstand by the bed. She looked like an attractive enough woman–at least in their wedding picture. But the situation was weird. I told him I wasn’t interested.

“Please,” he started to plead. “I’ve been working on this for years. Trying to convince her to fuck someone else while I watch. I think she’s ready.”

I told him I’d think about it, got dressed, and got the hell out of there. At that moment, I had no intention of ever going back.

When I first met Glen we’d worked at the same office. I was used to coworkers flirting with me, but he was extremely forward.

“Look,” I finally said, “I don’t date co-workers, and I don’t date married guys.”

Neither one was 100% true historically, but Glen didn’t know any better. He was attractive enough–a fit guy in his late 30s–but it didn’t seem worth the hassle of a workplace fling.

A few months later he’d left the company for another job. And that’s when the packages started. It was mostly flowers and expensive chocolates. And for a while I ignored him, but he was persistent. Finally, I sent him back a note with the name of an expensive lingerie boutique that I liked. When he started sending me vintage slips and peignoirs, he had my attention.

I let him know upfront that it was just a fling. I wasn’t interested in dating. He got a room in an upscale hotel, we ordered a room service dinner, and after a pleasant conversation and a bottle of wine we ended up fucking. The next date was more of the same. The sex was good, but not mind-blowing or particularly imaginative. I was getting bored with the whole thing when he brought up his restraint fantasy. Despite my skepticism, I ended up enjoying it. And what I’d intended to only be a couple of weeks of fun–and nice gifts–eventually led to the two of us getting together to fuck once a week at his place while his wife was at a book club meeting. Though I would never admit it, I actually got off a little on the idea of doing it at their house in the bed they shared. It seemed a bit risky and dangerous. Although, really, the risk was all on him. I had nothing to lose.

When he mentioned involving his wife I decided it was time to move on. But, by that point, Glen knew the way to get my attention. He stepped up the gifts. He sent gift cards to lingerie stores all over town. Each one accompanied by a note that came close to begging me to fulfill his fantasy. He even included pictures of his wife, Ming. She was attractive…Chinese…several years younger than him. The first few pictures were casual shots taken at parties. He was in several of them. Then he sent a few of her from a trip to the beach in a bikini. She was petite with a tight, fit body, and trendy, chin-length hair. Even at the beach, she looked uncomfortable to be so exposed. Finally, he started including recent pictures of her in lingerie. She looked VERY uncomfortable. Yet sexy as hell. The last one she was wearing nothing but panties and covering her perky, nicely shaped tits with her hands. At that point, I decided “what the hell?” If he was going to keep pushing her to fuck someone, it might as well be me.

Glen posted an ad online and told me to respond. He insisted Ming know nothing about our previous relationship–not even that we’d worked together. When I sent a response it was Ming that replied. She explained that she was helping her husband play out his fantasy and that she wanted to make him happy. Even by email, it was obvious that she was shy and nervous about the situation. She was also witty and self-deprecating and intelligent. I liked her right away.

Before the arranged night I laid down ground rules–that I would only fuck Ming. Glen could watch, but not participate in any way. I pretended to be uncomfortable about fucking a married man.

I showed up dressed to impress. Ming had made such a positive impression on me that I was actually a bit nervous. We’d exchanged pictures–most that she sent were the ones I’d already seen–but I still wondered if she’d like me as much in person. I wore a navy, satin sheath dress that hugged my body with stockings and heels. My brand new bra and panties were the same shade of dark blue with satin and lace.

Ming answered the door in a long, black silk robe and black heels. It looked like something I would own! She was even prettier in person, with an alluring smile and coquettish personality. She had the prettiest dark, almond-shaped eyes and her hair looked shiny and silky.

“Where’s your husband?” I asked after we exchanged greetings and an awkward hug.

“Already in the bedroom,” she responded.

“We don’t have to rush,” I said. “We have all night. Do you want to have a drink? Sit down and chat?”

She agreed and we took a seat on the couch. Glen could wait.

Instantly there was a connection. She was shy but funny. And even a little flirty. We avoided the point of my visit for the first few minutes. After we’d each had two glasses of wine, I decided to bring it up.

“Have you ever been with a woman before, Ming?”

“Yes,” she answered. “There was a girl I knew in college….”

She trailed off for a second.

“But not since then,” she finally added. “Just the one girl. And that was several years ago.”

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. If you’re uncomfortable…”

“No,” she quickly said. “I’m nervous. But I want to. You’re very pretty…”

She blushed after the compliment as if it had just slipped out.

There was an awkward moment of silence. And then I took her face in my hands and kissed her.

Ming didn’t pull away, but at first, she just accepted the kiss. I kept going and she started to kiss back. I put my arms around her and my hands slid down the silk robe over her tight body.

“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” I asked.

She nodded and led the way.

Glen was sitting in an armchair–already restrained. The room was lit by candles. The king-sized bed–where I’d fucked Glen several times–was dressed in new satin sheets. Massive Attack was playing on the stereo. Glen was in nothing but boxer shorts. Already I could see an erection forming.

Continued on my profile…

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