We check-in to our hotel room and find our room on the 27th floor. We carefully unpack silently while sizing up the kind bed, the slots in the headboard (perfect for restraints), and the uncovered floor to ceiling windows overlooking NYC. It’s dusk and while we both enjoy the view we are especially excited about the exposure, our exposure to the world. I hang up my clothes in the closet and set up the sex toys side-by-side on the bedside table. You methodically untie and inspect the rope, running it carefully between your fingers and slowly twisting it in a figure 8. Next you pick up the leather whips one-by-one carefully running your finger over the edges and inspecting them carefully. You flash me a sinister smile and sideways glance when you quickly crack each whip against the table to remind me why we are here. My breath quickens and heart beats faster with each snap of leather against wood. After you inspect each piece you place the toys in the drawer to hide them from the massage therapists who are due in our room shortly.
We enter the bathroom and playfully but quickly remove our clothes and step in the shower. We clean ourselves efficiently side by side with the occasionally touch, glance, nip, slap, and kiss. We step out of the shower and slip into robes.
There is a knock at the door. We briefly look at each other and smirk. Two massage therapists enter the room with their tables and equipment. We make polite small talk, get up on the tables and enjoy our massages.
After the therapists break down their tables and leave the room we lay on our backs on the bed looking at the city lit up at night holding each other’s hand. I catch your eye and fold your robe back and take your cock in my mouth. You wrap up my hair in a pony tail holding tightly and giving it an occasional pull. Your salty cum tastes delicious as It swirls around my round in my mouth. After a few minutes you push my head away and say, “no, no, not yet.”
I retreat to the bathroom to fix my hair and make-up. I emerge naked from the bathroom and sit on the bed next to your rope. I once again stare at the windows that provide full view of our room to midtown and that you have left all the lights on. I remind myself that as your slave I can’t ask you to dim the lights. I swallow and focus on what is happening on the bed. I notice that the sex toys are again carefully placed on the bedside table and I savor the sight of each and every one while I think about the orgasmic potential of each toy. You put your phone down, get up from your chair, and slowly approach me. I catch your gaze and once again we exchange nervous and excited smiles. Music is playing in the background and I am relieved from the obligation making conversation. Our minds are full and we’ve discussed our plans too many times to remember.
We communicate with our eyes and touches and you utter the shortest commands to me while you tie. You act as if your attention is fully on the rope and you are consumed by the details of the Shibari ties as you bind my breasts. From time to time you let a rope lightly run across my skin and over my nipples. With each knot you exaggerate the tug needed to hold it in place to remind me that I am fully and completely submitting to your sexual control. My heart rate is high and I feel the warm swelling of my breasts as you complete the tie. You inspect your work when you are finished. You lovingly jostle me around to inspect from all sides tugging on the rope as if you are checking to make sure it will hold. Again we lock eyes and you treat me to a series of nipple tugs that make my tits pulse. You reach for my pussy and are satisfied when your fingers slip across my lubricated folds. I feel you insert two fingers deep in my vagina and pull me towards you. A few hard tugs into your torso. I know I am yours. You quickly remove your hand and I watch you intensely as you bring your fingers to your mouth to taste me. You then insert the vibe and smack me on the ass.
“Go get dressed” you order.
Once dressed I let you inspect me from your chair. Tight short skirt, sexy shoes, and a shirt that provides modest coverage of the rope while allowing everyone to see my swelling breasts and hard nipples. You spin your finger and I know to twirl. First clockwise, then counter clockwise. Your approval gives me the confidence I need for the next step. I lean down and give you a long kiss on the mouth while you gently touch one of my breasts. I wink, smile and exit the room leaving you alone.
I take a seat at the crowded rooftop bar and order a double bourbon. I want my mark to notice I’m tough enough for the hard stuff. On my third tiny sip the man next to finishes his conversation with a group of men and turns towards me. That didn’t take long. I flirt. Not shamelessly, but enough to keep his attention and let him wonder if he will end up in bed with me while we talk. He’s clever and funny, and he brings out my best witty banter. He’s HOT. Totally built, just your type.
Thirty, maybe forty five minutes have passed. I feel the vibe between my legs. Slowly at first, but then more frequently with greater intensity. My mark sees me fidget. I have to come clean.
“Listen” I say. “I need to confess something.” I tell him my husband will be at the bar in just a few minutes. He graciously tries to excuse himself for my benefit and tells me that he will keep our flirty conversation a secret.
“No, that’s not necessary,” I say, “My husband won’t be upset at all, this is going to sound strange, but he sent me to the bar to meet a guy, a good-looking guy like you. No worries if this is not your thing, but I do hope you decide to come to our room to play with me.” Unconsciously I twirl my hair and make all of the gestures that show I’m interested in sex with him. He didn’t say anything with words, but he stared at me and smiled. I could tell he wasn’t going anywhere. “My husband likes to share me.” I say, I drop him a few clues about what might happen next.
You approach the bar and I introduce the two of you. You gently reach under my shirt and tug on the rope to briefly expose my nipple. Then you gently put my shirt back in to place. Bar man is memorized. You ask if things are going well and I say that they are. You look at me assertively and say, “go to your room” and gesture for me to leave.
I exchange glances with both or you, kiss the bar guy on the cheek and return to our room to prepare. Back in the room I don’t strip but I loosen my clothes for exposure and easy removal. I slip into the restraints you added to the bed while I was gone. The Velcro restraints are soft core, but they work well enough for the hotel. I placed my blindfold on and wait. Wait, and wait. My sex organs swell. You keep me waiting.
I’m having a sexy day dream when the sound of the key in the door snaps me back to reality. I am nervous and excited, but I am so wet and so willing to submit. I hear you and our guy, possibly the guy I left you with at the bar, talk about something unimportant. Then he comments on the view of the city, and he nervously laughs at the uncovered window exposing our smutty encounter to the world. You approach me on the bed, put you hand on my torso and lean to whisper in my ear.
“Are you ready?” you ask.
“Yes,” I say with a smile.
“Are you sure?” you playfully ask again.
“Yes… please,” I whine.
Raising your voice you say, “are you sure you are ready to be FUCKED” for the benefit of our guest. I just smile and unconsciously move my hips. I can’t sit still as I anxiously anticipate the tugs on the rope, the whippings and spankings, and the tit torture that will get us started.
**This is where hubby’s part of the story begins**
As I move around to the other side of the bed I never lose contact with your body, first moving down your leg firmly but avoiding your soaking pussy entirely, then to the other leg as I cross over to the other side, and then my hand returns to your torso. I can clearly see you straining to understand where your stranger is – excited, nervous, and ready.
You hear something that sounds like metal. Not too loud, perhaps a very light chain. I say, “take this,” but you know I’m not talking to you because your hands are restrained. It’s easy for me to expose your ripe, swollen breasts, your nipples engorged in anticipation. The light touch of cold metal. Two hands on each breast. Something clamping down at the same time. Tighter. Electrically tight, you feel it deep inside of your gut. Your breath is on fire.
“She likes it when you pull the chain that connects them. Just a little bit to start. Show her what I mean,” I say. He plays gently with the chain-connected nipple clamps and the thought of a total stranger in control of you with your husband watching turns you on beyond your wildest dreams.
“Here is what will happen. You will get one lick each of two different cocks. You will have one chance to tell us whose cock is who. If you get it right, you’ll be allowed to suck each cock while the other one of us licks your pussy.” While I’m talking, your new friend has been playing with your tits, and one of his hands finds its way down to your pussy to explore his new prize.
“If you guess wrong, we’ll put a butt plug up your ass and you’ll get ten firm lashings on your ass with a bare hand. Your hands are bound and will remain that way. Your lips will not be involved. One lick only. If you break any of these rules, we go directly to the plug and the spanking. Do you understand?”
“I… do,” you whimper, your arousal heightened to undiscovered levels.
You hear us taking off our pants and try desperately to keep track of who is where. Even though you secretly want to be spanked you feel an urgency to try to get it right. And then one of climbs up onto the bed on which you’re restrained, and you sense a dick right in front of your face. You seek smell as your sense, perhaps some recognizable scent of your husband, but find none. And then you open your mouth and put out your tongue. A hard cock is placed on it – it’s throbbing and you’re licking the bottom from the base to the tip. It’s smooth, rigid, and the glans seems large, maybe larger than mine, but it happens so fast, it’s hard to tell. You get to the tip and taste the pre-cum seeping out. Now you’re sure it’s my cock, not our new friend. You say nothing as you feel me step off the bed.
And another man step on. The same approach. Your mouth opens. Your tongue willingly invites. This one seems similar. Slightly less hard but rising even as you lick. It’s just impossible to tell. And as this cock withdraws, it comes around and slaps you hard, once on each cheek. The dead giveaway – you know it’s me.
“That’s you,” you say, “the first one was our guest.”
Suddenly there is motion everywhere. One arm is freed, then the other. Strong hands pull you down, flip you over, pull up your skirt, and then you hear me say, “I’ll spread her ass cheeks open, you put that plug in.” Still blindfolded, arms over your head, trembling with excitement, fear, a need to be fucked, fondled, exposed, humiliated. Gentle pressure on your asshole. The cold sensation of lube, and then, penetration. It feels so good, filling up your insides, leaving even less space for your throbbing pussy, but there’s no time to enjoy it because I spank you as hard as I can with my bare hand.
“One,” I say. “Now as I continue to spank you, you will worship his dick with your mouth and hands. You will lick his balls. You will rub your face all over his privates, tongue out, hungry for anything you can get.”
You hear him climbing onto the bed and getting into position. I am sitting on the bed next to your exposed ass, the end of the butt plug pointing straight out.
“And you will count my slaps out loud.”
You whimper.
Using your hands you reach for him and find him. His cock is full hard now, and it’s about an inch bigger than mine and a little thicker too. You follow my orders well, whimpering over his cock and moving toward his balls with your tongue when a second slap hits your other cheek, even harder than the first.
“Ermgm! Two!” you mutter. Back to his dick, you lift it up high and reach for his balls with your tongue, farther and farther back toward his asshole. “THREE!” you scream, as you find it, ravenous to shove your tongue as far as it will go, moving your head from side to side as his balls rest on your cheek.
“Ummmf.. four,” you whisper, your face caught up in ass and balls and your hand holding his stiff cock above you. He seems to want to make it easier, sliding his hips down to meet you and raising his legs above your head, exposing his asshole to you. You accept the invitation, stroking his big cock with one hand as you jam your tongue in and around his ass.
“OOW!!! FIVVVVE!!” you yell. Apparently your husband has upgraded to the leather crop and the hot sting of the slap is a stark contrast to the wet butterflies in your pussy. You’re going mad with desire and excitement, obeying my commands perfectly and worshipping our stranger’s cock.
“Wait! Wait!” he says. “Slow down, I don’t want to come too early.” You’re such a slut that you can’t stop, you’re out of control, you want the cum all over you, the bed, your face. So I slap your ass hard enough to hear it three rooms down. “SIIIIIXX…” you sob, gasping for breath, delirious, chasing.
“Let go of his cock. All you can do to him until I’m done is lick his asshole.”
In your current state it seems like a gift and you moan as you spread his ass to get to it.
“SEVEN!!”
I stop to notice what’s happening. I’m sitting on a bed next to my wife whose ass is totally exposed and burning bright red. A butt plug sticks out playfully. She’s up on her forearms and each hand is applying full pressure to a stranger’s butt check to expose his asshole which she is gladly and hungrily tonguing. He’s stroking his big cock looking down at her.
That’s you, my slutty fucking wife.
“EIGHT!” you cry, as you lick a finger and blindly seek the place where your tongue just was.
“NINNNNE!” as you push through his pucker and he shivers in surprise.
“TEN!!!!” as you fall over onto him, you finger two knuckles deep, your face on his cock, pulsing, erotic, demanding.
He pulls you up onto him easily and yanks the nipple clamps off in one quick motion. You shriek at the surprise and pain until suddenly there’s a dick inside of you and everything changes in one motion. The pleasure that has built up in your pussy is tectonic as you ride him, fucking him up and down and rubbing front to back. You tear off your blindfold and see him, this hot stranger now totally nude, fucking you from below, and you move your mouth to his and kiss sloppily.
He’s decided that you’re his now and his thrusts quicken as he fucks you hard. You lie down on top of him, holding his body with both arms as he thrusts from below, whimpering, moaning.
All I can see, though, is a butt plug that should be another cock. As you lie there getting fucked, I reach for the plug and pull it out. Your ass is gaping, the sweat is glinting off of you both, and I climb on from behind. His thrusting stops for a minute to let me penetrate you. And suddenly you feel the warmth and fullness of two cocks inside of you for the first time. Slowly we draw in and out, me pushing deep into your asshole while he withdraws, and then he putting all seven and a half inches into your pussy as I pull back, creating space. I can actually feel his dick going in and out, the wall between pussy and ass is smaller than I thought.
You are moaning with each breath now, your body limp and draped over him, your bottom being ravished by two cocks at once.
And then you feel a vibrator. He’s reached over to the night table and picked up the wand. With some work, we successfully place it right over your pussy and turn it on.
“Oh my god… oh my god…” you chant.
With the vibrator in place he can’t move as well as he did, leaving the hard work to me. So now, one cock moving gently in your pussy, the vibrator grappling your pelvis into sensation, and your husband fucking you in the ass from behind with all of his might. All you can do is make out passionately with our guest.
Until you feel the orgasm coming. You knew it was inevitable as soon as he grabbed that thing. “I’m gonna cum,” you say. “I’m gonna…”
“Me too baby,” I purr, fucking you with all of my hips rocking the bed and everything on it. Our climaxes occur at exactly the same moment, leaving us spent – a three body heap of sweat and fluid and the musk of sex.
I roll off.
“But I didn’t come yet,” says our guest.
“You’d better take care of that,” I say to you.
Exhausted but hungry to please, you start to suck his dick while I look on. Your moans are as loud as his. I fondle your nipples and urge you on.
“Suck it, baby. I want to see him cum all over you.” He’s starting to breathe heavy and I can see you’re getting to him. I pinch harder and it sends you into a frenzy, up and down and up and down, and then he grabs your head with both hands.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” he screams as he unloads into your mouth, not letting you escape your own grip on his cock with your lips. The hot salty cum hits your mouth in spray after spray as he thrusts toward you. You sob gently, and as he lets you go you fall onto the bed, completely spent.
He smiles, looking between you and me a few times, and then he gets up off the bed, throws on his clothes, and says, “thanks guys. I’d better get home to my wife. Here’s my number, maybe next time the four of us?”
END
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