[Part IV HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ft7jbv/a_hand_job_in_a_public_hot_springs_in_big_sur/)
She was on her hands and knees with the collar around her neck and her hair in a high pony tail. The bathroom’s tile floor felt cold under my feet. “Keep your eyes down and your ass up,” I commanded. I had told her how I’d fuck her and what she needed to do 100s of times before, but my voice wavered a bit and I know she could tell I was nervous. I reached down and hooked the buckle of her leash, a leash I had bought at a CVS a couple of years before, through the buckle of her collar.
“Don’t you fucking speak until you’re spoken to,” I commanded and she smiled, mostly to herself, probably at how unsure I still sounded. “yes daddy,” she whispered and I watched her run her tongue over her cherry red lips. I bent over and slid the black sleeping mask I had just been given on my delta flight over her eyes. “Tumi?” she whispered, on her hands and knees, leashed and now blindfolded, momentarily cracking the tension. She knew how many of those delta sleeping kits ended up collecting in my luggage. I wrapped the leash around my fist a couple times and stood up. Her body tensed. I could see it.
She was still wearing the tiny black thong she had been wearing under her dress an hour before at the bar. That’s all she was wearing. the small black straps formed a perfect T across her hips and down her ass. Her skin was smooth and brown except for the faint tan lines, tan lines from the little red suit she was wearing earlier at the pool. She looked so small kneeling there. “We’re doing this?” I whispered to her. She arched her back, pushing her ass into the air and raised her blindfolded face, “you know this is what I asked for.” I opened the door and stepped into the hotel room leading her by her black nylon strap. As soon as she felt it tug at her collar, she followed me, slowly sliding her knees across the tile and then the thick carpet of our suite.
As I led her into the room she kept the leash taunt and moved her hips like an animal in heat. The software salesman from Austin we had only met hours earlier, sat in a chair in the corner, still dressed in Lululemon dress slacks, his collar still buttoned to the top, holding a beer from the minibar. He raised an eyebrow, smirked, and gave me a look like “you got to be kidding!” I let out a slight laugh and suddenly felt less nervous. She stopped crawling but stayed on her hands and knees, her head down, her ass up.
“She looks a little different than she did at the bar, doesn’t she?” I knew she’d think that was funny and he ran his hand over his face. “Holy fuck, man! This is incredible.” I sat in a chair next to him, with a small table between us and handed him the leash, making sure our hands didn’t touch. I was about to fuck my girlfriend with this guy, but handing him the leash felt oddly intimate. “May I,” he asked as he took it, balled it around his fist and carefully pulled her towards him. She slowly crawled towards him and he reeled her in as she settled on her knees between his legs. He edged forward on his chair and spread his legs wider. He put his beer down on the table and ran the back of his hand down her broad, high cheek bone.
I shifted the table behind us and pushed my chair closer to his so I could watch her face. She smiled. I leaned forward. “Are you going to do what you’re told tonight,” my voice seemed to crack even if it didn’t. “Yes” she said and shuffled her knees so she was even closer to him. Her naked body now pressing against the sides of his thighs. I knew she was wet. She’d drip when she was turned on. He pushed her hips into her and she could feel his cock pressing into her chest. He began unbuttoning his shirt. Looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I leaned forward and ran finger down the gentle line of her spine. She shivered.
She reached up and pulled off the blindfold, dropping it on the floor, as submissive as she is, she also knew this was her show, and she’d do what she want. She looked over at me. I had asked her to keep her eyes on me as she did what happened next. Our eyes locked and I bit my lower lip. He shifted his hips even further forward and I could see his dick was straining against the thin material of his suit pants. She didn’t break eye contact as she slid her hands up his thighs, and undid his belt and then his pants.
She turned and looked up at him as he raised his hips and she slid his pants down while he took his shirt off. She glanced back at me. I was leaning forward. Nervous but excited. I could tell her hands were shaking slightly and she ran them up his naked thighs and then over his silky boxer briefs. He was focused on her. His hands gripping the arms of his overstuffed chair. The leash hung loose with it balled around one fist still.
She had fucked 3 other men besides me in her entire life.
The air conditioner clicked on and I could hear the muffled foot steps of someone in the hall. She traced the line of his cock with her thumb, studying it, leaning into it. I leaned forward, almost in unison with her, I had stopped breathing, he pushed his hips forward and she hooked two fingers into the band of his boxers and slowly tugged them down revealing the base of his shaved dick.
He was smooth and tan. Early 30’s and seemingly pretty kicked back. His cock, almost comically sprung to life, and she left out a quick laugh as he leaned back and balanced his hips on the edge the chair. She reached down and grabbed a condom that had fallen off the table when I moved it and slid it over his dick. That was the deal. She locked eyes with me again, wrapped both of her small hands around him, and slowly slid those wet, red lips over the tip of his cock. He shuddered and she took him in an inch deeper, her spit trickling down. His dick was pulsing. Our eyes met again and his cock pushed into the back of her throat, she gagged slightly and it felt like all of the air was taken out of the room. She reached up and grabbed one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head and she slowly slid her mouth up his cock. I knew she liked to be facefucked and he was about to find out.
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We had talked about fucking her with someone else for years. Really right from the first time we started fucking. We had posted on Craigslist and Reddit (I’m betting if you’ve spent much time on R4R you had seen us on there). Most of the guys were weirdos or would include waaaay too many pictures of their fucking dicks when we had just asked for a headshot and their interests. Others would type out elaborate, bizarre scenarios, in response to a pretty simple straightforward ad. We actually hooked up with some of the girls we met on here, but none of the guys seemed worth the time. It didn’t seem like it should be that difficult, but we eventually gave up and figured if it happens, its happens. A couple of weeks earlier we almost ended up taking a guy back to our room from a karaoke bar in Portland (the fucker rapped, perfectly, all of Rap God), but he ended up taking too long to get back from Bethany to The Nines so we bailed on him. But on this particular Friday we finally got lucky.
I was flying back to LAX from Asia, and she flew down so we could spend the weekend in LA. She got to the St. Regis before I did and apparently spent most of the day at the pool. She snapchatted me pictures, all of them with the caption “#basicbish”, from the room, her getting changed into the suit she had bought for the weekend, and then laying by the pool with a drink. Then about an hour before I landed I got a selfie of her with a guy, their chairs pushed together, toasting, clearly buzzed- “new friend ;)” – the caption said.
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He’d let go of the leash and both of his hands were now locked on to the back of her head. She had looked away from me, focused on the fucking her mouth was taking. Her hands gripped his legs, her fingernails digging into his thighs as her head relentless bobbed back and forth on his cock. He abruptly jerked her mouth off himself and spit ropes ran from her wet lips to the pulsing head of his dick. She was panting. Her chest heaving. Spit was running down her chin down her chest.
Her eyes looked like they were on fire and I knew what she wanted. I stood up and pulled off my shirt, then pants, then boxers. She stared at me and glanced down at at how hard I was and smiled. Our new friends hands were still locked around the back of her head and she teasingly shook her head free. She grabbed his cock, wet with her spit, and slowly stroked with her right hand as she shuffled over to me. She ran the back of a fingernail up my thigh and in her brattiest voice whispered “Is this what daddy wanted to see.” I laughed, she laughed, he laughed and then shuddered as she squeezed his cock tightly and shot him a flirty look. “Let me make daddy feel good,” she teased as she grabbed my dick, wet with precum and slid it into her mouth. Her mouth still wet from sucking another man’s cock.
I looked down at her hand still wet with spit and this strangers pre-cum stroking up and down his his rubber encased pulsing dick as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I grabber her head with both hands and pushed myself as deep as I could over her tongue and into her throat as she gagged and choked on me and demanded she fucking hold it there in the back of throat- her eyes locked on mine and began to water. She let go of the guy in the chair and tapped my thighs with both hands and I jerked her mouth off of me and she gasped for air before, apparently feeling very empowered, her new friend grabbed her and shoved himself back down her throat and she blindly reached out towards me, grabbing at anything but finding my dick.
I thought it was going to feel more awkward than it did. I’d fucked a college girlfriend with a couple of my roommates, a couple of times, but that had always escalated naturally. This was a legit stranger and there was a formality, at least getting to the room, about it. But now that we were standing here, with her on her knees, taking what was being given to her, it felt natural. Weirdly natural.
Then I had a the leash back in my hands jerking her towards me and he was laying on the bed, she had peeled the condom off his dick, and if she was ok with it, I was ok with it. “Come here,” he demanded and I gave her leash a little slack as she crawled onto the bed- between his legs. She filled his mouth with him again and I pulled her hips towards me. Towards the edge of the bed. Her tiny black thong snapped at the stitching and hung limply on one of her thighs as I spit on her pussy and slid myself into her. She gasped and pull her mouth off his cock only to have him grab her by the hair and shove her mouth back down on him again. My hands locked into her hips. My thigh accidentally brushed against his calf and he spread his legs wider while he controlled her head on his dick and punished her pussy. So much was going on my head. I felt mad at her but wildly in love. Like some kind of rollercoaster or ship adrift on heavy seas. She was taking all of it. Like she was outside of herself. Directing herself in a movie she created. Playing a role no one but her and I knew she wanted to star in.
Back and forth she was pulled between the two of us. Like we were co-conspirators in some kind of dark, and forbidden, heist. We agreed he wouldn’t be fucking her, but he use her mouth everytime I wasn’t in it. His hands were all over her. I watched him grab at her mouth and tits and thighs. He playfully spanked her as she rode me. Paused for a second, and asked incredibly nicely, as if he was asking his boss for for an extra vacation day, if he could spit on her face as she rode me in reverse. She laughed and said of course. Smearing his spit over blushing cheeks and sliding her hands over her tiny tits as she laughed and kept me inside her and grabbed him by the head and kissed him deeply. And then came and she rode me and kissed him. And came again with his mouth on her pussy. And then with his dick in her mouth and my mouth on her pussy. It became a blur. A whirling blur, and eventually I let go of myself deep into her as this stranger sat on a chair and stroked himself, and I pistoned my cum deep into her and then feeling it spill out of her as I pulled myself, aching still for her, slowly from her pussy.
And now, looking back at that night as she walked towards the shower pulling me by the hand as that stranger we had met hours earlier checked his phone- is that when things began to change. Fissures and cracks. that had been forming deep within us, our relationship, is that where they finally began to work their way, every so slightly towards the surface. Can acts of absolute trust also begin to undermine trust. And we are often left, as we dissect small moments in grand lives, wondering if how the grip of fingers felt slightly different as we got coffee the next morning, was when the end began.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fxztvs/finally_fucking_her_with_another_man_mfm_part_v