After watching the video, my husband returned to reddit and scanned comments on my recent posts. I sat next to him, finding myself in a similar haze as my fan. I was turned on having watched someone cum for me, using something I sent them to send them over the edge. But part of me was disappointed, expecting more, unsure what exactly was lacking. I reflected on my fantasy and concluded that after dozens (probably hundreds) of tributes, my standards were higher. Whenever I posted in the tribute sub, it was regularly in the Hot posts, and average 10-15 people sharing videos of them masturbating to me, often cumming right on me. These tributes were varied, some from older fat men, but most from younger guys, well hung, who sprayed their phones, computers, and tablets with cum, sometimes until it completely covered their screens, and my image was obscured by their affection for me. I had people that would tribute every time I posted, sometimes several times for the same video, occasionally sending me private tributes that were even longer, even dirtier than they were comfortable sharing on Reddit.
I found that certain videos would increase the type of response I would get, and I would switch my styles depending on what I (or my husband) wanted to see each week. Mostly, we both favored ‘different’, so I was drawn to thick, black cocks that looked too big to fit in my mouth, let alone my pussy. He liked seeing men with tiny penises, finding humor in the thought of them trying to fuck me with it after what I’ve had since we first started dating, let alone all of the huge toys we have enjoyed in the past few years. He would laugh at the ‘loveable loser’ that posted his tiny dick for all to see, thinking it had a chance of making me touch myself out of lust while watching them. In truth, I never touched myself watching tributes, I would save my favorites to a folder to rewatch, to see different methods, and practice on my growing collection of strap ons, which my husband was growing more obsessed with. At least once a week, he would expect or demand a show, where I put on a strapon, and give him a striptease. They always started with the strapon hidden, in my panties, under a robe, or discreetly taped to my leg. Sometimes he would just watch, touching himself as I danced. Other times I would give him a lap dance, and either he would touch me, stroking our 2 cocks together, one in each hand, or occasionally, I would stroke both, which was rare, because he usually came quickly that way, unable to contain his excitement by that visual, especially when the other cock was brown or black. It made me smile, mirroring the technique of different fans for him, especially when I used something from his so called losers, and he came quicker than he wanted to. My joy usually turned to pain, as he would often want to dominate me more than usual, reasserting his control over me and my body, making sure I knew who was in charge.
Somewhat content at realizing the origin of my malaise, I joined my husband scanning reddit. “I got it. For our next person that gets your used panties, we should screen them first.”
“Oh, so you already decided we’re doing this again? That’s nice. What do you mean screen them?” I asked.
“You know, make sure whoever gets them turns us both on. Like someone who cums to you every week, or whenever someone who asks for a pair, we check out their profile, and if they meet our standards, they win your prize.”
I shook my head, impressed how he reached the same conclusion as me at the same time, and wasn’t hesitant to broach the subject head on. “Sounds good babe; did you have anyone in mind?”
“No, I figure most of the fun will be in selecting the lucky guy. We should take our time. It’s too bad, because no matter how much we like the next one, there’s no guarantee they send a video like the first one. I guess we could ask again, but then it wouldn’t be spontaneous, and they could always promise, but never send it.”
We spent much of the next few weeks talking different redditors strengths and weaknesses, ranking them on looks, the creativity they showed in their posts and comments, and how they interacted with me and other posters. We narrowed it down to 3 people, and agreed to see which one distinguished themselves over the next 2 weeks.
One day, I found a message from my original fan, apologizing for his tribute, and his small penis size (I recalled I mentioned the dildo was too small for enjoyment, so I was ok letting it go to a fan). He said his penis was the same size, so he felt bad, and that the video he sent was his first attempt recording himself, and he wanted a chance to redeem himself. I rep(lied) telling him not to worry, that him and my husband were the same size, and his tribute was nice and I found him cute, and if he wanted to try again, go for it, but it wasn’t necessary. I told him I was happy that he enjoyed my underwear so much that he came for me, and that sharing his initial reaction was unexpected. He messaged that given his shyness and unfamiliarity with recording these tributes, he preferred to keep our video private. I told him I understood, and set up a shared folder where he could message me if/when he was ready.
Days passed, and we continued monitoring our chosen few redditors, waiting for someone to become unanimous or drop out, making our selection easier. I found myself checking the shared folder more frequently, becoming more disappointed each time there wasn’t a video or update for me. Finally, there was video, with a message that said, ‘Still not great, but at least I lasted until the end this time.’
Waiting until my husband was at work, I opened his video. I didn’t want to hide it from my husband, but I didn’t want to let any judgement into my initial viewing. This video was different, instead of mirror showing full body, it was over the shoulder, with only his penis, the tablet, and my 3 items laid out on the bed. He went through clip by clip, in the same order as the first time, largely smelling, touching, and tasting at the same points. Besides the perspective, this one was different as he talked more. The first thing that jumped out at me was when he paused the video and rewound a clip, noticing that my husband had said, ‘Action’ like a director. Neither one of us noticed that originally, and I struggled to recall why, as I rarely needed prompting. I laughed when he said, ‘Not this time’ on the picture he came on the first time, disappointed that this angle didn’t show his face buried in my thong. But I clearly heard him inhale deeply, and was happy to hear they hadn’t lost their scent yet. The last picture where he was instructed to smell me while he came on a close up of pussy popped onto the tablet, and he raised my panties off screen, agreeing to cum for me. Smiling, I watched as his cum began dripping on the screen, which had the unintended effect of zooming in further on my close up. The new perspective, with his finishing strokes had an odd quality to it. I scrolled back to the beginning of his orgasm, and watched again. Once it zoomed in, I realized that if I relaxed my eyes, it almost looked like he was fucking me, but it would have been better from pov instead of over the shoulder. I sent a message of thanks and told him that was a much better tribute.
He messaged me the next day and told me he wanted to send me a vibrator he bought for his wife. According to him, it was old but powerful, and his wife couldn’t enjoy it due to her sensitivity, and he wanted to help get me off in return for how much he enjoyed my package and his videos. I agreed and gave him my friend’s address so I could remain anonymous.
The next week, my husband and I finally agreed on our lucky recipient for round 2 of my used panties. We selected the user who requested panties, mostly because I felt weird offering them to someone who didn’t ask. The user hadn’t yet submitted a tribute for me, but we had seen a few he had submitted to other users, and I loved his cock, as it reminded me of my husband’s, just slightly shorter, but noticeably thicker. My husband approved, as his tributes had shown loads which often missed the screen they were so explosive, but still managed to obscure large portions when they did land on them.
My husband and I discussed, and determined we had to top what we did for our first recipient. We agreed instead of sending pictures and clips, we would just record an entire session. We would start out with a strapon strip tease (no lap dance), move to light bondage, and finish with sex. We wanted to end in cowgirl, having him cream pie me, and let his cum run out of my pussy onto his dick, hoping my fan’s load would mix with my husband’s on the screen, and we could pretend he just finished fucking me too.
That night, I brought out my glow in the dark strap on, ensuring it was lit beforehand so it stood out during my dance. After a quick striptease, we repositioned the tripod to capture the bed, where my husband began to tie my hands together and lock them to our headboard. Before he finished, I slid the vibrator my original fan mailed from under my pillow. My husband arched his eyebrow at me, and I told him it was a surprise for our special night, looked into the camera and said it was a surprisefor for our special fan. He smiled and finished securing my limbs, and began lightly whipping my body, then letting the leather trace my erogenous zones, occasionally smacking them. I felt my pussy get soaked, this time the underwear was much nicer, red and sexy, instead of grey and basic. After several minutes, my husband brought out the ‘new’ vibrator, flipped it on, and brought it up to my clit.
‘Jesus Christ’ I yelled, instantly regretting not testing it out first, and shortly there after, regretted being restrained and unable to escape my husband’s intentions. I felt the throbbing return, this time on my mound, not directly on my hood. My husband snuck a finger inside my lingerie, and tried to reach inside, up towards the source of the vibrations, trying to connect his finger through the top of my pubic bone, slowly moving back and forth, trying to get deeper and deeper. Suddenly, the vibration hit a part of me I never knew I had, and my eyes rolled back in my head, and I briefly blacked out.
“Fuck m…. don’t fucking st….oh god…no,no,no,no….YEAH, RIGHT THERE….” and then I screamed, high pitched and repeating as I felt a sensation I’ve never felt before, unsure how much more I could take before my mind melted in bliss. My husband tried his best, but my body contorted and caused him to lose his grip inside me, which effectively ended my orgasm.
My husband looked down at me as he undid my restraint, trying to see if I was acting, or if it was that amazing. I assured him it was real, and told him sex would have to wait while my body settled down. He leaned back and took out his cock, telling me to take as much time as necessary. Remembering our audience, I turned to the camera, to show how wet I had become. My juice literally ran out of both sides of my lingerie, thick and creamy. Stunned, my husband told me to use it to coat his cock, that since I had so much to spare, he wanted me to taste how turned on cumming for someone else made me. I obeyed, practically scooping it from my thighs and rubbing it on his massive shaft. I tried to give an enthusiastic blow job, but found my mind wandering, difficult to focus on anything. After several minutes, my husband told me to remove my lingerie, make sure to soak up any extra juice, then put it in a vacuum sealed bag. I made a point to run the full length through my pussy, and when I was finished, felt like I could literally wring out some drops from the fabric. I went to inhale to make sure they captured my scent, and felt a string of my juice attach to my lip, stretching thin as I lowered them off camera. Content with my aroma, I carefully sealed them in a bag, then kissed the bag, leaving a Rorschach-esque blob of lipstick and my cum.
We finished in cowgirl, and after he finished cumming inside me, my husband grabbed the camera off the tripod, and zoomed in as I raised off his still hard rod, me struggling to keep suspended while he focused. He motioned that he was ready, and I used my PC muscle to quicken the exit of his load, pleased to see that the largest clump rested on the tip of his dick, the rest slowly sliding down his shaft before settling at the base, with some flowing around his balls. Once I was finished pushing, I dropped my head between his legs, using my tongue to bring a clump back up the length of his shaft. Laughing from the tickling sensation, the clump precariously perched on the tip of his dick fell, landing squarely on my left eye, tangling in my eyelashes. Laughing, my husband said, ‘There’s no topping that’ and stopped the recording.
We mailed out the package the next day, I paid extra to overnight them to ensure max ‘freshness’. My husband sent our chosen recipient a message, explaining how turned on I was by the thought of cumming for him specifically, and how wet I had gotten at the thought. He mentioned this was the first time we ever sent out a video longer than a minute, and hoped that our fan would appreciate it, and provide feedback. The familiar butterflies of excitement returned, and both our moods elevated with our fantasies of his response.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ro5i6z/rts_part_3_fm