Tied up for foursome [mf] [mf] [group]

My husband and I have been exploring group sex for a few years now. We’ve been getting close to a couple (H&L) that shares our same dynamic — formerly-vanilla dudes married to kinky girls who turned out to love pain, love feeling completely occupied, and love servicing the needs of those around us. The last time we were all together the guys each used a flogger while she and I made out, and then we took turns having these two gentlemen gag us on their beautiful cocks.

Last night, we crossed a new boundary. It started off casual, we arrived to their gorgeous apartment (dim lights, lots of mirrors, amazing food). We did COVID rapid tests and waited with masks on until they resulted – the sexiest part of the evening, for sure.

We caught up over snacks (they always serve pineapple), and I shared that I’d been fantasizing about being tied up with them. I could see the way this turned them on, and our male host almost immediately went to the bedroom to get some rope. My husband was not surprised by my request — we had already discussed it as he pushed a butt plug up my ass before we got in the Uber. There’s really nothing like hiding a surprise that you know will turn on your partners. Especially when you’re sitting on a hard bar stool and you rock your hips backwards, feeling the plug get pushed in to the hilt, with your husband catching sight of the movement and raising an knowing eyebrow at you.

We move to the living room, which has an enormous couch covered in blankets and cushions and a soft fuck-me-on-this rug. There is also a wingback chair which will absolutely become more interesting later in this story.

My husband starts making out with L, while H takes off my dress leaving me in a red strappy thong and tights (a bra didn’t seem necessary for the evening). He still hadn’t discovered my plug. He turns me around to face him, grinds his hard cock on me through my tights, and pulls my arms behind me. He whispers in my ear, asking if I am going to be a good slut tonight. I nod and rub my body against him, even though he is already controlling my movements by holding my wrists tightly together with one hand and causing me to arch my back. He kisses my neck, then uses his other hand to grab my hair and pull my head back so he can stick his tongue down my throat. It helps that I’m a foot shorter than him, and while I am strong and muscley for my small frame, I’m no match or either of the men in this room, especially if they decide to gang up on me. H then pulls away, turns me around, and pushes me forward onto the couch, keeping my wrists held tightly, so that I suddenly have an incredible view of L and my husband. She is lying with her back on the rug with my husband face between her gorgeous legs, squirming as he licks and fingers her. I know exactly what has her curling her toes — the way my husbands tongue feels on my clit, the rhythmic pressure on my g spot, the way he will keep going until I explode into a leg-shaking mess.

H whispers in my ear if I like what I see, I nod, and then his hand hits my right asscheek. The suddenness and sting startled me enough to let out a yelp, which draws the attention of my husband (normally I let out more of a moan). Two fingers still knuckle deep in L, he turns and raises his eyebrows at me with a face that is 25% ‘you good?’ And 75% ‘you fucking love this don’t you’. I grin and wink at him, we’ve played with this couple enough that we all know our safe words and hard limits, and the things that will ensure complete submission.

H takes his rope out I can feel it tickle my back. He quickly binds my wrists together and asks if it is tight enough. I struggle against the rope to see if I can free myself. I can’t. My pussy is dripping, kneeling on the couch, bent forward watching a beautiful woman receive pleasure, knowing the man behind me is going to make me do exactly what he wants . With my hands secure behind my back, H rolls down my tights and thong for better access when he discovers the sparkly jewel butt plug. He literally growls, pushes it in as deep as it can go, and gives me a stinging slap on my bare ass. He pulls my head back by my hair until I’m in a upright kneeling position, my tied hands conveniently at the level of his cock. From behind, he takes one of my nipples in between his fingers, and squeezes it until I let out a whimper. He moves to the torture my other nipple and whispers that I will need to behave tonight and follow orders. I take his cock in one hand and softly cup his balls in another, and he lets go of my hair and pinches both nipples. I can feel my mind move into another realm and I relax into the pain.

By this point, L and my husband have moved onto the couch with us. My husband sits in front of me and H pushes me forward until my face is lined up with my husband’s beautiful cock. I then realize just how daunting it is to have something down your throat while your hands are tied behind your back. There is very minimal leverage to pull your head back, and no hands available to control the depth or provide another sourxe of friction.

To complicate my predicament, my husband is well endowed. We only learned this after having more group sex — girls commenting on his width, expressing delight at his size. Certain PIV positions will punch my uterus in the face and are just off limits for me. Deep throating is a delicate task. So now I realize that I am even more at his mercy than usual. As he begins to push my head down on him, I feel a tongue between my legs. I take a quick peek behind me, and L is lying on her back underneath me, licking my clit, with H’s cock deep in her pussy. I turn back to the cock in front of me, grinning knowing how much I had worked up H, and how he was now going to take that out on his beautiful wife while she licked my pussy.

My brain was having trouble processing both inputs — the soft, teasing, flicking of her tongue on my clit, and the breathless task of taking the hard cock in front of me as deep as it could go. Then L stuck her tongue up into me, and I moaned and ground down onto her face. My moaning must have felt good for my husband, because the speed and intensity increased, where he was controlling the pace by pushing my head down, while also starting to thrust upward. I felt myself gag and sputter, and was only given a brief 2-second reprieve before being forced back down. I could hear H getting worked up behind us, and changing positions with L so that he was able to stick his fingers in me.

When H fingers me, I still haven’t figured out what he’s doing inside to me — there is so much pressure, it’s like a feeling of fullness at the front of my pussy that I have not yet been able to mimic with a toy or a cock. With the plug in, these sensations are even more incredible. I think he can feel my pussy contract every time my husband gags me, and from the noises behind me, he has L gagging on his cock while he’s doing this.

My husband pulls me off of his cock and asks if I’d like to turn around. Easier said than done when you’ve got your arms tied! But with H and my husband’s assistance, I’m now lined up with a perfect view of H’s cock deep in L’s throat, with my husband kneeling behind me. My husband first plays with my plug, pushing it in, pulling on it slightly, teasing me while I wait for him to fuck me. H sticks his thumb in my mouth, and I suck on it while looking into his eyes and squirming. He grabs my jaw and keeps my mouth open while he spits into my mouth. He asks if I’m ready to get fucked, and that it doesn’t matter what I answer because it’s going to happen anyway. He then turns his attention back to L, and he whispers something in her ear while she nods excitedly. H explains that one of L’s fantasies is being tied up and helpless while he fucks someone. It’s such a fucking hot thing to hear. He then goes and gets more rope and my husband turns me back over and fingers/licks me. I am lying on my back with my hands tied behind me, pinned to the couch and barely able to move. This fact, combined with his expert attention, takes me over the edge. I can feel my pussy pulsate and a huge pressure release. Sometimes I can only orgasm when it’s just me and my husband, otherwise my brain goes a little haywire. When I recover, my husband continues to gently finger me while I watch L get her feet tied to the legs of that beautiful wingback chair, and her arms pulled behind her and fastened. H pops a gag in her mouth for good measure, secures a vibrator to her clit, and makes sure she has a perfect view of what is about to happen. Once she is fully settled, and can barely move an inch, H walks back to the couch.

My husband turns me over onto my knees so I am kneeling forward with his cock lined up with my still-throbbing pussy. H grabs my hair and pulls me forward, at which point I realize how precariously I am balanced with my hands tightly tied behind my back. I announce to everyone that I will have no way of pulling back from H’s cock without H’s or my husband’s assistance. My husband says you love that don’t you, and I smile up at H and nod. H looks over at L and says ‘you fucking love that too’ which causes her to squirm.

In unison, my husband thrusts his cock forward into me while H grabs my hair and I’m pushed deep onto his cock. Without any leverage to pull back, H’s cock is fully embedded to the base, and each thrust in my pussy only serves to grind H’s cock more deeply in my throat. Due to H’s size, I am gagging every few seconds, but am unable to shift away and must wait until H decides it is time for me to catch my breath. I feel his fingers encircle my throat, like he’s trying to feel his cock inside of me.

This is the part of submission that I love most. It’s also the part that I’m most ashamed of — because in moments like that, I have no way to use my safe word or be able to provide any feedback. We hadn’t discussed hand signals, or anything like that. And while I would never recommend this to anyone else, and feel guilty for even writing about it in case some other person takes it too far and gets hurt, I can tell you that it puts me in a otherwise unachievable mindspace. It takes my submission to a deeper level, into something that toes the line of consensual non-con and actual non-con.

On one of my brief breaks to catch my breath, I look over at L who appears to be in heaven, moaning into her gag, pulling at her restraints, similarly helpless to have any say in what is happening to her.

My husband and H start to pick up the pace, getting into a rhythm where I am being moved back and forth between them, either action further impaling either my throat or my pussy. I can feel the building pleasure sensations from my pussy run up and down my body, perfectly complimenting the rough discomfort and breathless panic I am experiencing while being face fucked.

H asks me if I am ready to swallow his cum, and I can’t even nod or respond because of how occupied I am at that moment. He continues to thrust in my mouth as the first warm spurts of cum go straight down my throat, leaving me no choice but to swallow. Then my husband picks up the pace behind me, fingers digging into my hips, pushing me right up to the point of ‘too deep’, my uterus literally quivering on the edge of cramping as he spares no mercy and embeds himself inside me as he cums.

With both men deep inside me with sudden jello-legs and super sensitive cocks, the men forget that they are completely the reason I am upright. I fall forward, bringing my husband with me and pushing H backwards on the couch. Thankfully no one was hurt, but I tell them that I really hadn’t been kidding when I said I had zero ability to not fall forward!! We all crack up, including L, who we release from her bonds (after a few more orgasms).

Overall, epic night. Hope you enjoyed reading! Use safewords and clear boundaries, folks, and chat with your partners about non-monogamy if this turned you on (I’m soft swap only, and still have a ton of fun). Cheers!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r8xwlf/tied_up_for_foursome_mf_mf_group