Our marriage is solid, and our sex life is phenomenal; I enjoy being submissive to my husband as he challenges me and my boundaries. During Covid, we began sharing some of our adventures with others via Reddit, mostly pics and a few clips here and there, and I was shocked how much it turned me on to read, and especially to see, how many people enjoyed my posts.
After months of posting, and several requests, we agreed to send a pair of underwear to a ‘fan’. The fan had several requests, none of which I was expecting, as this was something I had never heard of before. Thrilled to have a new person to focus our attention on, we attempted to make this special, both for us, and for him.
He had asked for a specific brand, and that I wear them for at least 24 hours to get my smell strong enough that it would last. He wanted me to cum in them, and then immediately vacuum seal them in a bag. He also wanted me to use a dildo on myself, so he could lick my juices, and then use it on his wife, knowing it had been in me. He wanted my scent to be strong as he jerked off to me.
I was a little upset, the pair of underwear he wanted was an everyday set I loved, but not very sexy, so I was worried I wouldn’t be as desirable as I wanted to be. My husband suggested some ideas, and we began to sketch out how we’d blow our fan’s mind so he would blow his load for us. After wearing the underwear around for most of the morning and afternoon, we began to get ready to take pictures and video.
Since he wanted a dildo, we decided to use one of our strap-ons, with one of our many harnesses. We used one of the earliest dildos we had, it was so small compared to the ones we used now, it seemed like a child’s toy compared to my current selection. My husband helped me get in my harness, kissing my legs as he slid the harness up each leg. Once it was cinched tight, he stuck a finger inside me, not surprised to find me already dripping with excitement, and slid that finger covered in my juice down the length of the shaft, playfully hitting the tip, mimicking a diver jumping off a diving board, sending pleasant reverberations through my core. I pulled up my underwear, struggling for a minute to contain my cock inside, momentarily distracted by curiosity of how guys did this every day.
My husband put on some sexy music and told me to dance, as he started to film me. I continued dancing, swaying my hips, running my hands lightly over my body, my heavy breasts started to leak, just a few drops, from my excitement at the thought of someone touching themselves to me, so recently having given birth to a baby, my body still not fully back to my pre-pregnancy state, but still highly desirable. As I touched myself, I began to show off my ‘cock’, still hidden in my thong. I stroked it, running a finger down one side, around the base, where I felt my warmth increasing, then up the other, gripping it tightly at the tip. My husband gave me a nod, and I stopped dancing and went to take off my thong.
Trying to be sexy, for both my husband and my mystery fan, I stepped out of my underwear. As I lowered the thong, the dildo sprung up, and I smiled as it slowly stopped moving, somewhat disappointed the sensation ceased as it was enhancing my pleasure. Unfortunately, I’m not used to having a penis between my legs, and I clumsily stumbled a bit, having to reach out and steady myself against the wall. My husband smirked wryly, and mouthed, ‘Touch yourself’. I began to heed his instructions, and made a circle between my thumb and pointer-finger, and slowly stroked back and forth. He motioned me to take off my bra and squeeze my boob, so I did, and used the milk as lube to continue stroking my dildo. Off camera, my husband dropped his pants and boxers, and began stroking his own cock. I licked my lips at the sight of his penis, and tried my best to match his speed and intensity.
We stopped to take a few pictures with me wearing the strap-on; he laid on the ground between my legs, shooting up. I sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, with my cock bending slightly down. I removed the harness and my husband set up the tripod to hold our phone. I put my bra and thong back on, and knelt down in front of the tripod. My husband suggested we do a tribute video, where I try and make my fan cum while encouraging him, from a POV angle. This was fine with me since my husband was behind the camera, and it was easy to talk to him as if he were my ‘fan’. Especially so since my fan told me they had a lactation fetish, and my husband loved watching me express my milk, and having me squirt some in his mouth while we fool around.
As he started to record, my husband got naked, his dick already hard. I began squeezing my tits, gently at first, then more aggressively, moaning in pleasure. I began asking if they liked it, if they wanted more, when I noticed my milk started to flow. I continued to squeeze, feeling the milk wet my bra, hoping it was noticeable on camera. Not wanting to take a chance, I pulled my tits out, heaving them over the fabric, impressed with how full they were. I continued to squeeze, telling them I wanted them to cum for me, and meaning it. I continued to drip milk, and asked them if they wanted to taste my milk, and if they wanted to suck on my tits. I was so turned on trying to get them off, my milk flowed without any effort. I moaned, begging them to cum for me, slipping a finger inside my panties, smiling at how wet they had become. I put 2 more fingers inside, and rubbed harder, moaning, coaxing them to cum for me, cum on me, smiling in encouragement.
My husband stopped recording and got angry, and I thought he was upset, thinking I was fantasizing about the unknown fan, more than him. I needn’t have worried (at least about that), as he stepped in front of the tripod and asked what I was doing. When I told him I was trying to make you cum, he said, ‘me or us? You should be making us cum, dear. Don’t you forget it. What I meant was why are you wasting milk. I know your fan would love to drink your milk, and you know I love the taste of your milk, and here you are, wasting it by dripping into the carpet. Now be a good girl and clean that up.’
Unsure if he was serious, I was frozen on my knees. He grabbed the back of my neck and forced my head to floor. ‘Lick it up. Don’t be wasteful.’ Obediently, I began to lick the floor, humiliated, but turned on at the same time. I glanced up and noticed my husband’s cock had grown harder as I obeyed him. I smiled, knowing he wasn’t angry and was enjoying our role playing. I stopped licking the floor and turned my attention to him, and began sucking the tip of his penis. He tried his hardest not to smile, but I continued, still on my knees, going further down his shaft, using my hand to cradle his balls, and trace my finger on his undercarriage. Abruptly, he broke away, walking over to the bed, away from the camera.
“If you have so much milk you’re going to waste it, you might as well use it for your blowjob.” With that, he sat on the edge of the bed and snapped his fingers. I quickly got in position, aimed my breast at his cock, and began squeezing, covering his erection with milk. I licked his length, eliciting moans as I went, replenishing with my milk every few minutes. The milk actually enhanced the process, for both of us, as it was warm and wet for him, and I enjoyed the taste of my milk mixed with my husband’s natural taste. After 10 minutes of licking and sucking and fondling, I began to notice the signs that he was close. I gave one last squirt of milk, fit as much of him in my mouth as possible, and continued sucking and swirling my tongue, focusing on his tip, fingering his sensitive spot as he tensed for his release. Along with my movements, I began humming, inaudible over both of our moans, but very effective at drawing out his orgasm. Shortly, he was cumming in my mouth, his hand holding the back of my head in place, unnecessary as I wanted to drain every last drop from him, to show my appreciation for allowing me to include a stranger in our sex life. I felt his body tense one last time, then relax. His penis mercifully getting smaller in my mouth. Smiling up at him, I opened my mouth, proudly showing it was empty, ‘See, I didn’t waste any of your milk. Aren’t I a good girl?’
“You’re only a good girl because I discipline you.” He picked me up and placed me across his legs, giving my butt a few playful smacks. I moaned in appreciation, felt my pussy tingle with delight, and asked if he wanted to get the paddle. “No, we have to focus on the task at hand. Our Reddit lottery winner needs to collect his prize.” With that, he threw my on the bed, moved the tripod into position, and took my dildo out of the harness and brought me my wireless wand and told me to get to work.
He started recording, and I turned on my wand, thankful that he wanted me to cum in my underwear, as I found the vibrations too strong most times for direct contact. I took the dildo and began sucking it, pretending it was the stranger’s cock. I focused on the tip, my hand tight around the base, and wondered what it’d be like to suck someone else’s dick. We have been married for over ten years, and dated for 5 before then, so I hadn’t sucked someone else for over 15 years. We have an extensive collection of dildos that we use, some that actually ejaculate, so I know the sensation of having a cock so big you can’t breathe, I know the visual of sucking a brown cock, a black cock, hell, even a blue cock. But at that moment, I found myself wondering how big my fan’s dick was, how it compared to the dildo I was currently sucking, how it compared to my husband’s, and whether I’d be able to suck him off in person if given the chance. I looked up at the camera and smiled, hoping my fan would be able to read my thoughts.
My jaw started to cramp from overuse, and I put the dildo down to focus on my wand. Still outside of my underwear, I moaned in pleasure as it is bringing me closer. Absent mindedly, I took out my tits from my bra, circling my nipple, until it hardened. I repeated the process with my other nipple, this time catching it between two fingers, creating a ‘V’, sliding up and down, enjoying the sensation. Getting close, I squeezed, in pleasure. Suddenly, my hand is covered in milk, a stream so strong, it quickly crests my fingers, and runs down the back of my knuckles, creating a pool that empties quickly, as my orgasm is about to arrive. ‘I’m going to cum for you’ I urgently announce, surprised by how quickly the wave hit me. My eyes still closed, picturing a stranger, my stranger, watching the video I’m making, stroking his cock just for me. Suddenly, my leg starts to shake uncontrollably, and the orgasm hits me, making me smile even more. I let the wand linger, as my eyes open and I see my husband with a grin on his face. He takes the camera off the tripod and moves it between my legs, presumably to show a close up of my wet spot.
At my husband’s request, I remove my panties, and hold them up for the camera, both of us happy to see that my orgasm soaked through my thong, and left a nice puddle of cum, for my admirer to get lost in. My husband, always in tune with my sexual needs, hands me the discarded dildo. ‘Use this. Now that you’re nice and excited, get yourself off one more time, and let’s send this out covered in your juices’.
Excited, he starts recording again as I insert my beginner dildo into me, forgetting how much smaller it is than my other toys, nevertheless turned on by the fact that someone else will be touching this, smelling this, tasting this, and ultimately using this on his wife, all while fantasizing about me. That thought makes me smile, and I use my hand to move it in and out, slowly, sensually. I begin to quicken my pace, switching from making love to fucking, and am soon ramming the whole dildo inside me, up to the balls. I feel another orgasm building, aided on by picturing my fan loosing control while watching this video, his mouth sucking my pussy soaked dildo, cum spurting in ropes all over the place. As my orgasm arrives, I stop moving the dildo, inserted fully. I use the technique my husband taught me, to use my muscles to squeeze, pretending it is my fans cock that is inside of me, and I’m squeezing his cum out, wanting to get every last drop from him. Satisfied, I slowly bring it out, admiring the glistening surface, noticing several areas that appear noticeably thick. My husband takes the dildo, along with my still wet underwear, and puts them into sealed bags, awaiting shipment in tomorrow’s mail. ‘Great job honey, you definitely are going to make this guy happy.’
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ro51lm/rts_part_1_fm