Kendall and I had been together for most of three years. Our chemistry was off the charts from day one, I’m not just talking sexually but our personalities and our souls seemed tied to each other. We laughed at the same jokes, finished each other’s sentences, that type of things. We were best friends, and it was an added bonus that the sex between us was the most incredible, mind blowing, otherworldly experience either of had ever had.
I had more experience by far. Kendall was the mother of two little girls, and she had been in an abusive marriage for twelve years prior to us meeting, so she had been around less than I had but her enthusiasm was that of a woman that knew what she liked and knew what she wanted. At least that’s what she thought in the early days of our time together.
It was a relief to Kendall when she found out that I didn’t mind if she watched porn. Or if she masturbated. When she got her first vibrator and realized I wasn’t going to slut-shame her for using it, or that I would help her with it, she was like a new woman. It wasn’t unusual for us to be watching tv in the evening and she would say ‘I’m going to go masturbate’ and get off the couch and head back to the bedroom. I would give her a few minutes, then quietly walk to the bedroom door and push it just far enough open to see her there, on her hands and knees, her round ass up in the air and one hand excitedly pushing the curved head of her toy in and out of her wet pussy. Sometimes I’d go in and take over the toy so she could concentrate on her clit, other times I’d just stand there watching and stroking my cock until we both finished. Incredible.
Sexually speaking our relationship slowly started taking turns towards a sub/dom situation. She was admittedly a natural submissive and I have in innate desire to make my partner mine, to have and to hold and also to direct and to use. I think the first time this really came out was once when we had been apart for a period of time and were having some fun in the back of her jeep. I was fucking her from behind, and uttered something along the lines of ‘This is my pussy’….to which she said ‘yes it is’….Well, this wasn’t the answer I unconsciously wanted to hear. I thought about it for a minute and then told her that when I say something like that, or if I phrase it in a question (‘Whose pussy is this’?), I wanted her to respond with the question in statement form. For example ‘Its your pussy’…or ‘Yes I love it when you fuck me’. That type of thing drove me over the edge. I would become animalistic, grunting while fucking her harder and harder, sliding my big cock in and out of her willing holes. We bought toys. Cuffs, restraints, ropes. Feathers. One of those little rolly things with spikes that neurologists use to test nerve function. Whips. Lashes. I found out I fucking love giving spankings. Tie my little bitch up and whip her ass red before giving her what she wanted and taking what was mine. Oh fuck I love that.
We were never shy about having sex in public. There was a drive through car wash that we fucking wore out. We kept that place in business for six months I’d guess. On hikes, on the beach at night. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, lots of things happen just through natural progression I guess, but we got less concerned about being caught. I must have realized that we were running a risk of getting arrested, so I mentioned something about having someone come to a hotel and watch us in person. We had done a couple of those online compatibility tests, the ones where you answer questions about what you’re into and the answers that match are visible, so we knew both of us were open to more…exactly what and how much neither of us knew but we had great communication and were not shy about discussing it. I think we both loved each other, and we were enjoying our sexual freedoms as well as our tight partnership and neither of us wanted to fuck that up.
Anyway, about having a stranger meet us and watch us fuck..I think we both thought our sex was so far off the charts it was a shame not to share it with somebody. To let somebody know,, to tell the world ‘WE FUCK LIKE NOTHING YOU’VE EVER SEEN!!!’ The reality of it was a little scary though. How do we go about finding someone that isn’t going to be a serial killer and that will respect our boundaries..? That’s when we had the idea of visiting a sex club. It took a little time, actually it happened pretty quick, we found a kik group composed of members of a local swingers club. To our relief and complete surprise, they were all normal people. People you might know. Normal, but with kinks, all a little different but they were all there to express their sexuality. They were fun to chat with, so we decided to make the jump and attend a Saturday night function. I was finally going to get to fuck Kendall in front of an audience.
That afternoon we visited an adult store and got her a sexy but inexpensive outfit to wear. Leggings, body suit with exposed breasts, I don’t remember exactly but I do remember that her perfectly round tits were uncovered, her pussy exposed and available, and straps going every which way. We got to the venue, it was at a house in a normal suburban neighborhood. We were welcomed at the door by a good sized group of people that we recognized from our kik chat. They had all been looking forward to us coming to our first party. The house was nothing like a normal home on the inside. Clearly it was someone’s home, but every room in the house was set up for fucking. Red lights, a standing X for restraining, choices of whips hanging on the wall. And that was the living room. The bedrooms along the hallway were where we really got excited. Some had couches and a table, others had a bed or one of those cushioned sex things…And all the doors had been removed. It was all open to the eyes and ears of everyone else. Anyone could walk by a room and see what was going on inside. It was explained to us that to stop and watch was generally considered fine, but to enter a room required an explicit invite and if you were invited, you followed the wishes of the parties to the T. There was no tolerance for pushiness or disrespecting wishes. It felt safe. It felt welcoming. Most of all it felt super fucking sexually charged. Our new friends made us feel at home as they gave us small glasses of champagne and showed us around. There was a BBQ going in the backyard and a few people hanging out in the hot tub. People were milling about socializing in various states of dress or undress. It was like a normal evening get-together with a twist.
As we settled in with our new friends I kept a close eye on Kendall. She was quickly becoming comfortable. Always the extrovert, she was already making new friends while keeping tabs on me out of the corner of her eye. We were watching out for each other. I could see many of the other folks getting good hard looks at Kendall. She was easily among the top 5% of the women there as far as looks. She is the fucking sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes upon and I could tell others felt the same way, both men and women. I enjoy people checking out my girlfriend. I get off on men looking at her round tits…I make her go braless just for that reason! I was having a great time and I think she was as well. She wasn’t bashful at all even though she was practically naked in front of a bunch of strangers.
We wandered back into the house and through the living room. That big X was now occupied by a woman, tied hands and feet to the wooden cross and wearing not a damn stitch. A large man wearing nothing but leather chaps held a fucking whip, like a ten foot long lash. He started swinging it, putting red welts on this woman’s ass with every stroke. She squirmed and cried out when the tip of the whip caught her legs or wrapped around to lash a breast. A few people stood around watching. We decided to have another look at the bedrooms.
Walking down the hallway we found most of the rooms were occupied now. In the first we saw two couples playing on the same bed. A woman was sucking a man’s cock while that man rubbed another woman’s pussy in a circular motion. A second man, a small slender guy with what had to be the biggest dick I’ve ever seen was kneeling next to her, guiding her hand up and down his veiny shaft. None of them even looked at us, standing there in the doorway taking in their lovemaking. We moved on. Next doorway had a red glow spilling out of it and it took our eyes a minute to adjust. A man on all fours on the bed and something I didn’t expect to see behind him..A curvy woman, naked except for a strap on dildo, kneeling behind him and absolutely ramming his ass with her fake cock, and another man kneeling next to him, one hand stroking his own cock and the other cupping the balls of the man getting fucked as his cock swung back and forth with every thrust. I was stunned, I think Kendall was mesmerized. I don’t think either of us were into this particular kink, but it sure turned us on watching other people getting off with no inhibition.
Moving on we found an unoccupied room at the end of the hallway. Another red bulb in the ceiling light and a couple of unused candles on the bedside tables. Excitedly we moved into the room, finally alone I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into me as I gave her a deep kiss. Kissing Kendall is one of my purest joys. Soft inviting mouth, sweet tongue exploring my mouth. I ran my hand down her back, over her ass, and back up to her neck, where I slowly wrapped a handful of her hair in my fist and gently tightened by grip as I pulled her head back just hard enough to communicate that now I was taking charge. I was in control of her body now, that the familiar sensation of domination was imminent. She drew her breath in sharply and closed her eyes, arching her back and thrusting her tits towards me in a gesture of giving herself to me to use as I wanted. And I fucking wanted.
I guided her towards the bed, never letting go of her hair. Turning around I slowly lowered her onto the edge of the bed. Never loosening my grip on the handful of hair I had on the back of her head, I reached down with my left hand and unbuckled my belt, ever aware there was no door on this bedroom, nothing to keep prying eyes from seeing. My cock sprang from my unzipped jeans, eager for Kendalls mouth. That was a sentiment evidently shared by that mouth. She opened her lips slightly and reached up to take my throbbing cock in her hand. Sharply I slapped her hand away. ‘Don’t fucking touch me. Open your mouth’. Obediently she opened wide and I slid my seven inches in to the hilt. All the way down her throat, I held pushed her head into my stomach and held it for a few seconds. Withdrawing from her mouth, I ordered her ‘Keep your mouth open’…Again I entered her eager mouth, this time sliding in and out passionately as I fucked her mouth. With my left hand now free I could fondle her large breasts, tweaking her pierced nipples, playfully but firmly slapping the sides of her tits. ‘Enough of that for now’ I spoke in a low voice. I stood her up and laid her fully onto the bed and climbed on top of her face, dragging my balls across her forehead and nose, stopping at her mouth. She took my sack into her mouth, sucking and running her tongue around them as I stroked my dick, every now and then stopping to slap her face with it.
When I was good and wet, I turned her over to our favorite position. Face down, ass up, she presented me with my gift of her. Legs spread, ass open wide, glistening pussy lips opening up like a butterfly on a flower inviting me to take her. I nuzzled up next to her ass and ran the tip of my dick along the outside of her slit. Sliding into her (my) pussy slowly, I was amazed by the heat. All of a sudden the room felt a little chilly and my dick felt like it was on fire. She winced a little as she always does when I first enter her, and moaned lowly at the mixture of pain and pleasure. I began pumping, slowly at first then speeding up, watching her ass bounce as I thrust in and out of her cunt, slapping her ass hard enough to make her cry out. I noticed her asshole pulsating along with my thrusts. Sliding a finger just inside her ass, I contemplated taking that too, contemplated making her body completely mine. Another time. This was going too well.
Harder and harder I fucked my pussy. ‘Whose pussy is this’ I asked. ‘Its your pussy David. It’s always your pussy’…the exact response I wanted. I pulled her head back hard by her hair and growled ‘What? I didn’t fucking hear you’. Louder she repeated her answer. It was my pussy. It was always my pussy. I could do anything I wanted with my pussy. Perfect.
Then I noticed it. Movement at the door. There was a person, or several, standing outside the doorway watching. They were just shadows standing in the dark hallway. I took a chance. ‘You guys want to come in and see’? I asked the shadows. No answer, but they quietly slipped inside the room. Kendall noticed them as well now, and I could feel her freeze up for a split second when she realized what was happening. We were not alone. Not at all. There were others, and close by. Close enough now that we could see several of the kik group friends make their way into the room. I pointed towards the love seat against the wall. ‘Feel free to watch. Have fun. Get yourselves off if you want, just don’t’ get any on us’ I told them. Within seconds two cocks appeared in two hands, and to my surprise a robe opened and there was a gorgeous woman, slender in the waist and broad in the hips with perfect breasts. She slipped onto the love seat with one of the men and they all began touching themselves. Two guys jacking off and a woman diddling her pussy, all fixated on my ramming my cock mercilessly into my pussy. Kendall cried out, moaned, I heard her gasp ‘Oh Fuck’ as her eyes turned towards our audience. I could feel her pussy getting softer and wetter, swelling up around my cock. I was getting close.
When I felt I couldn’t hold back any longer, I again grabbed her by the hair and this time pulled hard, hard enough to lift her shoulders and hands off the bed. I pulled her up to me and continued fucking her. Wrapping my right hand around her throat, I squeezed just hard enough to let her know I was still in control. Brushing locks of her hair from around her ear I leaned in. ‘You ready for me to fill you up, you little fucking whore’? Then louder, more insistent, loud enough for everybody present to hear ‘Are you fucking ready bitch’? ‘You ready for my fucking cum’? I could hear a soft grunt from the loveseat and cast a glance over just in time to see one of the men spray a load of cum all over himself. This guy came in buckets. One thick thread of cum landed on the leg of the woman beside him, who immediately scooped it up with her fingers and took it into her mouth. Wonder if they know each other, I thought to myself. Kendall had seen this too, and I think that is what pushed her over the edge. She came in waves, her body shuddering and convulsing as she cried out ‘I’m cumming’….’I’m cumming’…. seeing the pleasure racking her body was all I could take and I exploded inside of her, filling her to spilling with hot sticky fluid. Letting go of her hair, she fell forward exhausted. I didn’t stop yet. Still sliding in and out of her, pushing my cum out of her pussy in globs and streams. At long last I collapsed, laying on top of her in a sweaty mess, huffing from being out of breath. I looked over at our audience. They had all finished their self pleasure and as if on cue they all gave us a soft but enthusiasm round of applause. They were actually clapping for us before quietly filing out of the bedroom, leaving us to clean each other up.
We laughed together as we dressed, and as we left the bedroom I think we both felt a little bit of bashfulness, of embarrassment, knowing people we barely knew had watched us at our most intimate. Cautiously we made our way back to the now empty living room and into the kitchen where our new friends were making coffee, of all things. They all smiled wide as they greeted us. ‘You two are beautiful together’ one of the men said and the others nodded and smiled in agreement. ‘We know you guys drove a ways to be here and its late so we thought you might want a pick me up before you go’. Hungrily, we both accepted the coffee. Looking back, it should have felt, would have felt weird to most people, to be sitting around a table casually sharing a cup of coffee with complete strangers that had just watched me fuck Kendall to bits. There was small talk of what they were doing later. Questions about how the two of us met. Offer to clean up the coffee mugs. Except it wasn’t weird. It was…normal. It was comforting. Its was more relaxing that holiday dinner with family.
Unfortunately, we haven’t been back yet. Kendall lives out of town and we have to plan ahead quite far for our visits. We do keep in touch on the kik group, and we tend to share pictures and stories there so we keep our exhibitionist kink alive over the distance. Everybody always asks when we will be coming back. Soon, my pretties, soon.
Thanks for reading.
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