Two parts today as I went over character limit for a post and wanted to give this entire chapter. This is the second of the two parts.
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“I think she’s about to pass out. Let’s move her down,” she heard Michael say.
His finger withdrew, as did Stephen’s, and she was suddenly empty. She almost cried at the emptiness, and wanted to be filled again by them. She wanted it. She needed it now. She heard someone moving beside her and lower than her. Becca’s mouth had also left her, leaving the room air to make her wet breasts feel cold and exposed. There was a rustling like someone was getting something out of a bag and a jangling of…chain? Metal? Something.
Hands guided her legs to step over something, and she realized it was a person.
“OK, Tami, kneel down, you’ll be on either side of Michael.”
Tami flushed with that knowledge. They wanted her to ride Michael. Being touched and poked and prodded was one thing, but to ride him like that in front of the other two was extraordinary. She trembled as she moved and quickly adjusted to the body she felt below her. Michael guided his cock to her pussy, wet as anything could ever be, and told her to lower herself.
She placed her hand on his chest and moved her hips down, breathing with satisfaction as she felt his length fill her again. She had been too empty and now she was joined with him again. It was a beautiful and satisfying feeling. She began to move her hips against him, feeling the scratching of his slight public hair against her skin, the way the base of his cock felt against her pubic bone. Her head moved back with her mouth open, moaning.
“God Michael, only feeling and not seeing you is amazing. This is so intense.” Tami said more than she thought she would. She was acknowledging what was happening. Accepting it, yes, but she was not pushing past that. She wanted it. God help her and her beautiful husband, she just wanted this for herself and to be free and pleasured in a way that she didn’t think she would ever feel again.
“Oh Tami, you’re the amazing one. Seeing you blindfolded like that. Gorgeous.”
She rocked him for what felt like ages. He took her hands in his and she bounced up and down instead of grinding. Feeling his cock’s length until she slammed back down onto his body. She was wild, uncontrolled yet restrained, it built the orgasm in her the more she did it.
Michael pulled her forward so her body was lying against his, her breasts smashed against the hair of his chest. It was downy like, so smooth and manly, she loved it’s texture against her tender skin.
“OK, now just relax, ok?” Michael said.
“Relax? Why?”
“Just relax. Trust me.”
Tami had been undulating her hips on Michael but his hands squeezed her cheeks to slow her. They also gripped each one and pulled them apart. She could feel a slightly sooner breeze within the crack. That’s when she felt a suddenly cold sensation fill her. It was fluid, no, a gel of some type. What….
And it hit her. Stephen was going to penetrate her ass. He was going to take her anally and she was powerless to stop it. This was the one thing she wanted to keep from him and now she couldn’t stop it. At the same time, she had never been double penetrated. Heard about it, seen it in porn, she didn’t know how it could work, but she was about to find out.
“It’s ok,” Michael said, feeling the trembling in Tami’s body. “This will be fun. Promise.”
“OK,” was all she could say.
She felt Michael open his legs slightly, forcing her to open hers to continue to straddle him. His cock was still hard inside her. She heard a small rustling behind her and felt Stephen getting into position. That’s when she felt the head of his cock start to press against her hole. Instinctively she tightened up, but the head of the cock only pushed more against it, probing, forcing her to open up.
Tami began to try and relax her sphincter and gradually she felt the head begin to enter her, slowly but surely. It hurt a little at first, but the lube was good and she could feel the cock glide into her an inch at a time. But there was something odd. It wasn’t large, and while she couldn’t place it, it didn’t quite feel as big as Stephen had felt in her pussy. Also, it was slightly cold and very rigid. She imagined the lube had made his cock colder, but something felt off.
“Tami, you are tight and beautiful. I want to fuck you hard.”
It wasn’t Stephen saying this from behind her. It was Becca.
Tami realized that Becca was behind her and she must have inserted a dildo, which is why it felt strange. But the motion was strange. When the dildo had fully entered her she felt something else against her butt, a stiff material. Was…was she using…a strap on? Holy shit. She really meant it. She was going to fuck her with a strap on.
Tami was making a low moaning noise without realizing it as Becca hit all the way in. That’s when she and Michael began to move in a slow synchronized motion. Good God, she couldn’t help but moan and make noises. It was amazing. Something unspeakably sexual and erotic and it was happening to her. Right here.
“Oh my god.. Oh gooddd…oh…fuuuuccckkk.”
“Yeah baby, just let us do it to you. Just let us fuck you,” Michael said.
“Damn you are sexy Tami,” Becca said. “You are such a good girl for us.” And she slapped Tami on the ass.
Tami squealed and almost came right then and there. They slowly fucked her for another few minutes, Michael stroking and sucking on her breasts, Becca fucking her deep and hard now, the slapping of their skin filling the room. WIth the strap on, Becca couldn’t come like a man, she could do this as long as she wanted. Tami’s mind was gone, wrapped up in orgasmic thoughts and sexual desires. They could have asked her for anything right now and she would do it without hesitation. She was theirs.
“Yes, oh god yes, fuck me Becca, fuck me, oh god, just like that..yes….yes….OH GOD…!!” Becca was touching her clit now under the dildo. She was rubbing it against Michaels cock in her. Rapidly she reached her climax and began to come, and right at that moment was she ready to orgasm, Stephen grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side.
“Open your mouth,” was all he said.
Tami opened it without a second thought, her tongue flat and ready. Stephen pushed his cock into her mouth and she closed her lips around him. She really sucked him, creating a vacuum suction with her mouth on him. Tami was hungry. She wanted his cock, wanted Michael’s dick, wanted Becca’s strap on. She wanted it all and she wanted it now.
She was useless against their onslaught of pleasure. Minutes passed as they fucked every hole she had over and over. She came again, feeling some liquid pushing out onto Michael. She was sure the men must be close, but she could also feel them get close and then slow and pull back. They didn’t want to come just yet for some reason.
Finally, Stephen spoke. “OK, time to switch.”
Holy shit, Tami thought. I don’t want to stop! I want this to keep going. She almost wanted to cry. But Becca withdrew and Stephen pulled her up and off Michael. So empty. So cold without all of her being filled.
This was how they got the others she thought. The others that Stephen had said wanted to come back after the initial meeting. They had to have this and probably more. It was so much to feel. They couldn’t stop. Would she be able to? Would she be able to give this all up tomorrow? She was worried that the answer would be no, but that was later.
Stephen took the blindfold off and she was unable to see right away. The rush of sight filled her senses and she was disoriented at first. She looked at the others and then at herself. She was a mess. The little public hair she had was matted and her legs glistened from all the fluids and juices that were spilled.
“How do you feel, Tami?” Becca asked. “It’s a rush, isn’t it?”
“Oh my god, I’ve never felt anything like that. It was incredible.”
“Well, get ready to give some back, girl. My turn!”
And with that, Stephen placed the blindfold over Becca’s eyes. Her smile was infectious and wide. She had done this before, but it didn’t take away from the overall feeling. How could she?
The two men began to touch her the same way they had touched her. She was mesmerized at their hands, the way they moved. Taken with how Becca moved and moaned. It took them a little while to warm her up but it was happening.
Without thought, Tami moved to Becca and took a breast into her mouth. Becca immediately moaned and laughed at the feeling. Her left hand grabbed Tami’s head and shoved it hard against her breast, forcing it deep into Tami’s mouth. She began to suck and lick and make Becca feel her tight lips.
Becca was already wound up and came soon after Stephen had inserted a third finger into her pussy. She was thoroughly enjoying being the center of attention. Becca writhed standing there until the men moved her down like they had with Tami. This time, Stephen laid down. Becca knew what to do and immediately mounted Stephen and began to grind him.
Michael picked up the strap-on and showed it to Tami.
“Your turn as well, honey.”
Tami was awestruck. She was going to ass fuck Becca. And she would do it without a protest. In fact, she wanted to feel this new power. Michael helped her with figuring out how to put it on. She was amazed at the weight in front of her, struggling to stay on balance. Was this what men felt like? This thing between their legs, ready to fuck anything with a pussy?
Stephen pulled Becca forward and Michael poured some lube into her crack. Then he put some onto the dildo at the front of the strap on. She examined it for the first time. It wasn’t very big, probably to make the anal intrusion that much better. No need to hit each woman with a gigantic cock to take away from the men.
When it was lubed up, Tami took her position behind Becca. She looked at the spread open hole, courtesy of Stephen’s hands. She didn’t know what to do at first. She imagined all the times Jon had taken this exact position with her, giving her heights of pleasure that she would now enjoy.
Tami took the dildo and pressed the head against Becca’s rear. She wiggled it until the head began to enter her. Becca was moaning and pushing her hips back into Tami, demanding she get into her. When enough of the head had entered Becca, Tami slowly started to push her hips forward in a new and unfamiliar motion.
She couldn’t feel the exact sensation as a man with a cock could, but it was stimulating nonetheless. She kept moving forward until she was all the way in.
“Yes, Tami. That’s perfect. Great job. First time?”
“Yeah, first time. Have to get the hang of this.”
“No problem. Just picture me in your mind. Fucking me. Wanting me. Wanting to take me. Don’t be gentle. I can take it. I want it. Fuck me now, Tami. Fuck me hard.”
Tami began to move her hips back and forth slowly. It took some work but she was getting used to it. It was so incredible! She was fucking another woman! One who was already being fucked by a man. She was doing it. She grabbed her hips like Jon would do and really began to do her hard.
“Is that ok?” Tami asked.
“FUCK YES!!! Keep doing that! Yes, do that!”
Tami kept it up and Becca came hard in a minute or two. She kept doing it and Michael moved his cock to Becca’s mouth who gobbled it hungrily.
“Easy Becca! Leave some for the finish!”
Becca mumbled with the cock in her mouth and kept sucking. Tami then reached underneath as best she could and found her clit. She touched her again. But this time she felt Stephen’s cock under her hand. It was so wet with Becca’s juice. It was so hard as well. He must have taken a couple of pills to last this long.
Becca moaned hard and came once more, screaming to heaven above that she was coming hard.
When she came down, Tami slowed and stopped her motion. She withdrew slowly and they had Becca dismounted to the side of Stephen on her knees. She took her mask off.
“Jesus Tami, you sure you never fucked anyone before? You never used one of those with a girlfriend or your husband?”
The girl comment was not anything, but the mention of her husband shocked her. It awakened her from a stupor. Her husband. He wasn’t here. She didn’t do this with him, but with strangers, essentially. And with him? As in…
“He never asked you to peg him or anything?”
“No, never.”
“Shit, he’s missing something. Stephen and Michael both let me hit them a few times. I get into their prostate and they come for days.” She laughed saying this and the men laughed a little as well.
“Yeah yeah, well it’s our turn now. Come on girls, finish this right. On your knees.”
Tami moved beside Becca. Stephen placed his cock into Tami’s mouth and Michael into Becca’s. They began slowly but soon the loud slurping and sucking was in their ears as the face fucked both women.
“I’m almost there,” said Stephen. “Tell me when you get Mike close, Becca.”
“Mmm hmmm” said Becca.
“Yeah, I’m about there,” Michael said. “OK, girls, here it comes.”
Both men pulled out and began to stroke their dicks in front of them. Becca looked up and opened her mouth wide. Tami saw her and did the same, knowing now what they wanted.
Michael came a second before Stephen, shooting white warm cum all over Becca’s face, getting some on her tongue and face, and some dribbling onto her breasts. Stephen grunted and was ready. Tami looked right into Stephen’s face and opened wide. Stephen was wild eyed and finally let a large stream out that hit Tami’s cheeks and nose, then another into her mouth, then another, and then one more that Stephen aimed lower to hit her breasts square. Small amounts trickled out onto his hand as he sighed.
Without thinking, Tami swallowed what was in her mouth and licked her lips. Then she reached forward and took Stephen’s hand and began to lick it clean. Stephen wanted to smile but the look on his face was amazement and stupefaction. He hadn’t expected it. Tami looked him in the eyes still and got his hand clean then bobbed on his sock and cleaned it off. Becca had done the same for Michael.
They were finally clean and both women felt the cum starting to harden and cool.
The mens slumped back onto the couch. Exhausted.
There was silence. The radio had stopped at some point, the playlist was done. Tami and Becca looked at each other and smiled and wiped their faces with their hands. Tami looked at her chest where Stephen had marked her. It was sexy as hell, everything that had just happened. It was SEX, and nothing more, and nothing less.
“Hope you boys enjoyed that,” Becca said, standing. “Now I need a shower.”
She walked off to the bathroom and Tami stood as well. She walked without a word to her own bathroom and turned it on. The water got hot quickly and she stepped in. She lathered herself up and cleaned Stephen off of her chest. After a few moments, Michael stepped into the shower with her.
“Got room for one more?”
“Sure, come on in.”
She got some soap and began to absentmindedly wash Michael’s chest before she thought about what she was doing. He placed his hands on her hips and watched her.
“You were incredible, Tami. What a night. I can’t remember a better one.”
“It was incredible. I’ve never done that before.”
“Well, we’ll just have to do that again sometime,” he said.
Tami didn’t smile. She just washed his chest and stared at his pectorals, imagining what they would look like moving back and forth above her.
“Yeah, well, I loved it, really, but I won’t be here again.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. They almost always come back.”
“They?”
“Yeah, all the ladies that Stephen or me bring here. It’s too much to give up. Hell, Becca said it her first time. Now, she’s been back at least five times. Each time gets better she says. I think you’d find that too.”
He leaned in and kissed her, feeling the heat of their bodies and water. She kissed him back and encircled her hands around his neck.
They. She was a They, was what he was saying. She wasn’t Tami at all, just a They. It was a slap across the face that woke her from her dream state.
Michael had been a dream at first. She felt instant attraction when she first saw him. Then she fucked him, and was with him in there…doing those things…and she liked it and, at the time, wanted him again, more.
But she was a “They” and that meant she was nothing more than another wife to barter, to negotiate with, to steal, to use and abuse for their pleasure. She was right. He was one of “them” as well and that made her feel a number of emotions. Anger, disappointment, sadness, relief. The relief was because she could now include him squarely in the same category as Stephen. All her previous thoughts were gone in the light of that harsh statement. She was “They” and nothing more.
Jon.
Jesus. She was suddenly scared, even as she kissed Michael. He was too spent to be able to get hard again, but he was touching her between her legs, exciting her. She felt both pleasure and disgust.
What kind of wife was she now to return to Jon. Her beautiful man of her dreams.
Michael tired and did not get her off. He was so wiped out he simply stopped.
They got out and dried off, entering the room naked and laid down on the bed. They could hear the sounds of Stephen fucking Becca, her loud screams filling the house.
“Sounds like more fun being had. Up for some more?” Michael asked. “I got one more pill I can pop, be about 30 minutes?”
“Hold on. Let me put some lotion on your back.”
“Ooo. Sounds nice. Ok.”
Michael turned over and Tami straddled his legs. She rested gently on his thighs and she applied some lotion to her hands and began to spread it across his back. She used long strokes and kneaded his muscles. He sighed and relaxed, fully intending to take the pill and fuck Tami senseless, but he was so relaxed.
“My god, Tami. You are everything that Stephen promised.”
“And what did he promise?” Tami asked.
“Fiery, hot, probably a demoness in bed. Reluctant but pliable. He was sure we could win you over and I think we have. Hell, I told him he needed to give you another 10 grand for a job well done!”
Another 10 grand. Money. He said she was worth more money because of the sex performance she gave. He called her a whore and prostitute to her face. Stephen had at least never said it so crass. Michael’s comment was another jolt of lightning to Tami. It clarified so many things. For all the things she had gone through, Michael put a fine point on it. He reminded her that she was here for money and to give sex for money. She wasn’t lusted after, she was paid for. She knew that, that was nothing new. But it was the casual and demeaning way that Michael had said it.
She had paused for a few seconds, but then continued rubbing his back. She was silent in her thoughts. Five minutes later she could feel his breathing change. A few minutes later she was sure of it. He was asleep. Just like she planned. It was midnight she saw.
She got up off of him and pulled a blanket over him. She went to the bathroom and wiped the lotion off her hands. She looked in the mirror for several minutes. Looking at every line and crease in her face. She studied herself, wondering who she was and what would happen tomorrow. She would sleep, then wake, maybe fuck Michael. Stephen might fuck Becca again. Get a shower, have breakfast. Michael and Becca would leave. They would have an hour or so, maybe Stephen would want her again, maybe they just packed and left for the airport. Maybe something on the plane if they didn’t do anything here. Then land and hotel for whatever Stephen wanted, then home.
Or maybe it was time to change things up.
Home. To Jon. What would she say? What could she say? What would he ask? Before she left the rules had been she doesn’t speak about what she did. No descriptions, no details. Would he keep to that? Would she be tempted to ask about his exploits?
She was suddenly jealous. She had no right. But she knew if Ellen had done what she asked, Jon and Ellen would have had fun and been close and loving…. That was it. She knew them both. If they had been together then it would have been passionate, hot, sexy, but above all else, loving. That was missing for her all weekend. And she was mad. She had no reason to be, but there it was.
She continued to stare at herself. His semen was here, she thought as her hand touched her breast. Her lips had held both their cocks. She touched her mound and thought about what it looked like when Stephen was in her on the couch, her pussy lips stretched and grasping his cock. Welcoming him, pulling him into her.
When she woke up tomorrow she would see Jon at the end of the day and it would be over. She hoped.
Yes, it would be over. She won’t be a “they”. She would rebuild with Jon. For him, Tami was “her,” “she,” “wife.” Maybe they would have to go to the beginning again, like they were just getting to know each other. Their old marriage was dead. She almost cried at that. It was gone, she knew. It had to be. She couldn’t be here for the whole weekend and do the things she did and then go home and ask “How was your weekend dear?” She was different, forever.
Different wasn’t bad, she thought. Maybe it was an evolution in the end. After all, Jon would be different too. He had never done as much as Tami had, he only had a few past girlfriends and only one one-night stand, he was strong and faithful and…..faithful. Jon was always strong. And she felt broken. That’s when she felt the worst thought she had the entire time she was here.
She loved Jon with all her heart and would never do this again. She would be loyal to him and if Stephen threatened them again, she would pull out the recordings she had made of him acknowledging that he had forced her here. She had turned on her phone to capture him a few times during the past two days. She had evidence. But it wouldn’t be any more that enough to keep him in check. To keep him to his end of the deal. It would be enough for that, though. She wanted one more thing and then that would be it.
Tomorrow would be tomorrow and the pieces would come back together. They had to.
She disliked some of it, she enjoyed other parts of it, wished it all hadn’t happened, wanted to return home to Jon for the rest of her life, and everything was true.
Tami walked back into the room. Stephen and Becca were quiet. Michael was softly snoring in the same position. She climbed into bed next to him without touching him. She rolled to her side facing away from Michael and looked at the clock one last time.
12:57am. 10:57pm where Jon was. Her Jon. As she closed her eyes her mind wandered along many thoughts without rhyme or reason. She wondered what he was doing right then, if his cock was deep inside Ellen. Was he thinking of her? Did he still want her? She had watched Stephen and Michael fuck Becca. What would it be like to watch Jon with another girl? She wondered, and was slightly wet at the thought even as she shivered from the jealousy and anger. But she was also tired, and her mind gave up. Her final thought was, ‘Things change tomorrow. I’m taking myself back’ and she was asleep within minutes.
Ascend.
Continues in Part 14
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