We’ve all played before, but each time we focus on a different person and play around with different power structures within the group – some days you are our daddy, and we are only there to please your cock—you fill all of our holes and face fuck each of us. Other days, you and your wife worship my pussy — after you bust, I’ll force her to clean your creampie out of my cunt; she’ll kneel in front of my and lick your cum—reclaim HER cum and swallow as much as she can get.
Today, though, we were focused solely on your wife’s pleasure. Depending on our moods, we’ll change the power dynamics—we’ve all become comfortable taking on dominant and submissive roles and enjoy taking turns either submitting to the others’ dirtiest wishes or dominating them with our own.
Today, your wife is the Dominant player—she’s in charge and is calling the shots. We’re celebrating a particularly exciting career move, and we all agreed we wanted to see the bad-ass warrior side she brings to the boardroom. She’s the boss in every sense the word entails.
She instructed us to meet this morning to make sure we were sparkling clean for her, which we did dutifully—you stayed at the hotel overnight, for a night of celibacy before the big event. We usually meeting the same hotel, in the usual suite, which includes a walk-in shower, a large bath, and beautiful views of the city. We’re sure the hotel staff know how loud we can get by know, because there never seems to be anyone on the 24th floor if we have the suite booked. It’s a bit of a shame, because we appreciate being heard, and have fucked just as loud, if not louder, after receiving a noise complaint. We know for sure they jockey to bring us room service—the winning employee usually receives a blowjob or can stay to watch a quick round.
So, I meet you in the room at around 4pm. You’ve been doing some work today, but by the time I get there you have already opened a beer and are powering down the emails. We sit on the patio to soak up some of the glow of that sun—I’m a little nervous, because I know your wife can be an unrelenting task master and that we could be in for a long night.
After our drinks, you mix me a new cocktail and lead me to the shower—your wife left you with clear instructions about how I should be prepared, and we’re going to have to start early. I’ve already gotten a fresh wax—pussy, ass, legs, everything is gone. But we have strict instructions for you to scrub me down and apply lotion all over my body. You turn on the shower to a comfortable temp and get in a head of me—the shower is large and rectangular with glass walls—there are two rain-shower heads and four shower wands to use. Every time we are here we think about how we could still add a fourth to this little menage.
After I step into the shower and wet my hair, you slowly start to rub me down with soap—every nook and cranny, from my neck to my toes, you soap, and lather, and rub with a loofah, getting between my ass cheeks, under the dip of my tits. At one point, you are kneeling on the floor of the shower, and I lift my right foot onto a ceramic ledge, opening my cunt for you. You approve of the wax job—no extra or errant hairs for your wife to find or for us to take care of, and slowly lather up the outside of my pussy—making sure not to dip into my wet slit. The wife doesn’t want any of my cum disturbed before she arrives.
After the shower, we have some more work to prepare the room. We both slip on robes and get to work. Your wife is arriving at 6:30—it’s five now, so we have an hour and a half—so you start to get yourself ready—you need to get dressed to meet her for dinner and drinks, and you start to get dressed, tucking your semi-hard cock into your jockeys, and pulling on your pants. You keep your shirt off for now, you don’t want to overheat while we finish up our preparations. I arrange some of the flowers that I brought earlier, and make sure that the bar is stocked with the wine we like; I unpackage some edibles and some other necessary treats so we aren’t fumbling around. I lay out the glassware on the sideboard and organize the whips, nipple clamps, and pegging toys on the side tables.
You reach into the suitcase you brought and pull out the restraints. I take off my robe, and lay down in the bed on my back, spread eagle. It’s a four poster, so it’s easy to tie up the restraints—around my right and then left wrists, and then my feet. While my arms are taught above my head, I have some room to wiggle my legs around.
At 6, you head down to the hotel bar to meet your wife and to have dinner. I’m not invited; it’s her day after all. The first thing you do before you leave is gently position the lubed butt plug into my asshole. You take a picture of me like this to show to your wife at the restaurant—just to ensure that I’m tied up to her specifications. When you leave, I’m on my own, immobile, and splayed naked over the sheets for the next hour—eagerly anticipating your return
It’s uncomfortable to wait like this, immobile and a little bored, but the weight of the butt plug and anticipation of the evening is contributing the heat of the ache building deep in my belly. I shift on the bed trying to clench my legs so that they build pressure on my sensitive clit.
I’m sure that after you had dinner, and dessert, and a nice drink to wind up the evening, you would hurry back to me, but you and your wife are taking your time — probably scouting the hotel bar for another mark to fuck, for a horny enough guy or gal to rope into your game. I’m younger than you both, but not by much—maybe five or so years—so we play on a pretty equal field, but I know that you both like younger bodies from time to time; or else you are looking for playmates who are older and wiser—the kind of people who can show you both a few new things.
You and your wife finally return to the room. Neither of you ask me how I am or tell me how your dinner went. I know that I need to be silent—it’s not my place to address you or your wife and ruin your date. You are ever the gentleman as you lead her to me for the primary inspection–she hardly even acknowledges me or meets my eyes—but she does drag her manicured nail up my freshly lotioned leg to my smooth pussy. She pats my cunt—a sign, I hope, that she is satisfied with our preparations and my presentation.
She asks you now to put the we-vibe into my cunt, and affix the nipple clamps to my nipples. The we vibe slips into my dripping pussy easily; my nipples, taught and hard, easily take the clamp. I immediately feel a jolt of pain that travels down my core and seems to end with straight electricity at my clit.
Through this, your wife is relaxing on the chaise at the end of the bed—when you finish, she requests a glass of wine, so you pour her something dry and chilled. You both go out onto the balcony to relax, leaving me to shift my tired arms and wriggle my toes in relief of the pain that clenches my nipples, but that still excites my cunt.
It’s late in the year, and this suit offers the perfect sunset. I can hear you both chatting about your future vacation plans—the sexy jaunt to an exclusive resort in the Caribbean, the swingers club you are going to try out in Europe, the nude beach in France. All places I know I’ll never join you.
One of you turns on the remote we-vibe, so the toy in my cunt starts to vibrate—low and slow, but it is positioned perfectly on my g-spot. I’m starting to breath a bit heavier but am careful not to get too loud—I know I’m not the main attraction, so I need to make myself small. Whoever is working the controls takes it up a notch, increasing the vibrations and the pressure on my g-spot. I’m trying to center myself in the moment—totally restrained and at your mercy, I want to enjoy how full I feel.
I can turn my head and see that you are caressing your wife’s breasts. Her silk tank slips down her shoulders, revealing perfect, full breasts. Her nipples are pull up the soft roundness at the bottom of her breast, the place where you can cup her in your hands. You have taken off your own pants—and are gently massaging your rock-hard cock that is standing straight up. In the light, I can see how your precum is already starting to wet the head and how your hand spreads the wetness. Your wife shifts to look over at me—suddenly taking an interest anew in my body and my willingness to be used however she likes.
She gets up and saunters over to the bed—placing her glass gently down beside strap-on cock and harness. She picks up the strap on and runs her hands over the shaft—we have different sizes in our toolbox depending on who is getting it in the ass—I like a medium sized cock—girthy, but not too long. She addresses me for the first time of the night and asks if I was seriously expecting her to peg me, when her husband’s cock—your cock—could do the work. Anyway, if anyone was going to get be doing any pegging tonight, I was going to be pegging her ass. We’re going to need the larger dildo to fill her up completely.
Your wife is very visual—she likes to get into the mood by watching and instructing, so she asks you to position the roomy club chair at the foot of the bed—she wants to see my pleasure and pain up close. She comes to tighten my nipple clamps and silently returns to the chair to sit on your lap and nestle your hard cock between her ass cheeks. She sinks into your chest, and you hand her the we-vibe remote.
She turns the vibrations up another level and changes the setting to undulating waves that rise and fall with the ache of my impatient orgasm. My hips are bucking, and you both have a birdseye view of my freshly waxed cunt and asshole. Your wife murmurs approvingly—I had to go to her preferred waxer at a significant expense.
I can see that you are both getting more and more excited—she’s rocking against you with more force, and your own hands wander down to her lift her skirt. You lift her off you so that you can just pull her skirt completely off, revealing her own freshly waxed pussy—no underwear of course—I imagine that is for easy access to her cunt when you both are at the restaurant, or in the hotel elevator …
Your wife gets up but hands and removes a second set of restraints from her purse. You are surprised as she begins to tie your hands to the chair. Usually, she instructs you to unplug my asshole and pussy, or to hang your cock over my mouth—only allowing me to graze the head and to just taste the precum dripping from the head. This time, once you are freshly tied to the chair, she removes the we-vibe herself—“we don’t want our friend here to cum to quickly and ruin the evening”—but she brings it over to you and instructs you to lick my cunt juices off the toy. It’s dripping and creamy and you strain your mouth to clean the vibrator resting in your wife’s hand.
Your wife walks to the head of the bed, where I’m still lying prone and sits astride my face, facing you. She doesn’t bear down, but is on her knees, hovering over my face so I can smell her clean scent and just touch her vulva with my tongue. You remark about the hardness of your cock—your need to be with us, touching us—but your wife tells you to wait your turn, she’s going to use my face and cunt and when she’s done you’ll get your own time.
Slowly, your wife bears down onto my face, my nose enters her wet slit, and I eagerly start to tongue at her clit—I suck on it gently but use my tongue to apply pressure to the very tip, where it feels like velvet. She’s riding my face now, and there’s no rhyme or reason to my moves, but I’m ecstatic to be face first in her wet cunt—the cum is spread all over my face by this point, and I know I’ll be able to smell her scent for the rest of the evening—I let my tongue go flat and angle it into her slit as she rocks back and forth with more urgency.
I can hear you moaning and starting to strain at your restraints. Usually, you would be tonguing my own slit, or fucking me while caressing your wife. I can only imagine how the pressure of your orgasm is going to explode when it’s time.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/oqxfcw/pleasing_your_wife_ffm