Behind her back, he closed the cuffs around her delicate wrists with practiced moves. The stranger leaned into her hair again, drinking in its sweet but foreign scent again as he undid the buttons on his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Bare-chested now, he gathered her hair in one hand and pulled it down slowly but firmly, watching with satisfaction as her body arched toward his. His other hand found her the soft bush above her pussy, rubbing it slowly, lightly. He could feel her body stiffen and tremble slightly. On a whim, he flitted a finger across her clit and was rewarded with a moan and a deep shudder. “Horny little slut, aren’t you?” he asked mischievously. He plunged a finger between her pussy lips, discovering her warm wetness swallowed his finger eagerly.
“Please, sir,” she managed between gasps as he explored her more. “Please …”
“Please, what, my dear?” He responded. He was toying with her now, teasing her clit with swirls and caresses, then depriving her. Fingering her cunt deeply, then lightly drawing his soaked fingers along the edge of her increasingly swollen labia. He was not immune, though. His cock had swollen to full hardness as he touched her, as her body moved with each of his teasing caresses. He felt his own body ache with need, and his hands moved to her breasts, grabbing them, squeezing them, pulling her closer to him as he pressed his loins and his pants-straining swollen cock pasted her cuffed wrists to press against her nakedness. One hand slid from her breast to her throat, squeezing slowly, choking her as the other descended to her pussy. Inserting two fingers, he began to fingerfuck her mercilessly as he choked her. A release of the choking hand, a flood of sensations in her face, a gasp for air as her eyes sought to focus, then the squeezing pressure again, and suddenly her own orgasm building rapidly, without warning, exploding, gushing, actually squirting as the hand on her neck released her and she came hard, all over the beautiful floor.
Her husband heard the sounds of her well-lubed pussy being fingered; he knew that squishy sound. He listened for her voice, but heard nothing, then sudden gasping breaths for a moment that were then cut off. Silence again, more of that rapid wet sound—he was fingering her for sure, he guessed—and then her breath, desperate, gasping, moaning, and something wet on the floor. He strained against his bonds again, feeling a seismic throb roll through his bound cock. She had tied him so well. He strained to listen further. A click of a lock, a sound of sliding metal.
The stranger’s voice, labored, as though he were lifting something, “Come, my dear. To the bed…”
The stranger carried her to the bed, her wrists now free again, and laid her on the bed. She looked at him, dazed but still riding the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, and realized that he meant for her to spread her thighs on the edge of the bed. She did so without being told, and he smiled. His smile was like a drug taking hold of her, and her eyes drifted down from that chiseled, handsome face to his muscular torso and the provokingly dark line of his pants’ waist that concealed the rest of him from her eyes. He smirked briefly, then began to remove his leather belt. Undoing the buckle, he jerked it out of the belt loops with a sudden motion that made her jump. As she watched, he doubled the soft, expensive leather in his hand, caressing it as he eyed her swollen wet cunt. Experimentally, he flicked the doubled belt forward and back, catching the interior of her right thigh. Her face contorted in a grimace as she bit her lip, but she managed to keep her legs spread wide. Her cheeks reddened as she felt her pussy leak juice beneath his steely and amused gaze.
Her exposed state, though, was not without its charms. Lying wantonly on her elbows, her thighs spread wide, her dark bush trim above her wet, aroused pussy, she was much too much for him to ignore. He knelt, his warm and surprisingly gentle hands running the length of both of her thighs. Stopping on her knees, he pushed them wider as his head lowered to her pussy. She paused, waiting for his touch, but instead she realized he was inhaling her scent, as though drinking her soul from the sensual scent that pulsed from her wetness. The tongue landed on her lower labia, swirling the base of her pussy, then it flitted back and forth, up the length of her pussy lips before diving abruptly between them, tonguing her deeply. A moan escaped the stranger as her juices intoxicated him. The hands on her knees gripped more tightly. When his tongue moved to her clit, it was controlled, deliberate, skilled, and teasing. It raced across and around her clit, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy, before suddenly sliding down and away from that pleasure button. Her head fell back. Her husband, straining against his bonds, driven almost mad with the uncertainty of not knowing what was happening, heard her moan repeatedly. “Oh fuck… oh god… please don’t stop… noooooo! …. Please!”
The hands let go of her knees, and then pushed the bottom of her thighs upwards to expose more of her ass. His tongue did not hesitate, swirling that hole, too, probing it in ways her husband never had, discovering nerves that melted her or made her shudder in anticipation. She felt her pussy grow wetter, hotter, closer to another release. His fingers plunged into it again, two this time, and his tongue returned to her clit. A cruelly slow but steady rhythm of the fingers drove her closer and closer to the edge, but not close enough. The stranger seemed to know exactly when to lift his tongue from her swollen clit, when to slow or still the thrusting of the fingers to leave her anguished, needy, and unfulfilled.
“Crawl onto the middle of the bed,” his voice said, a surprise to her that shook her from the world of sensation in which she had been drowning blissfully. She obeyed. “Spread-eagle, my dear.” The voice was smooth but without warmth … or did she detect a subtle, suppressed note of urgency in it, too? She was not surprised when the leather tether encircled her wrists and ankles. A bed like his almost demands such things. She was surprised that he pulled them so taut, almost stretching her sinews as he tightened the clasps. Had she been able to see herself, stretched helpless across the sumptuous sheets, she would have understood. The soft swollen mounds of her breasts moved enticingly as he tugged the tethers tight. Her hips wriggled as she adjusted to the bonds, her wet pussy catching the lamplight in delicious ways. She didn’t think she could move anything but her head, but he surprised her by lifting her hips with one powerful arm and sliding a soft but solid pillow beneath her ass.
The first touch of the flog on her breasts released a cry her husband heard. The blows continued in his ears, erratic, unexpected, never in a predictable rhythm, but periodically his wife cried out in pain and ecstasy. “Fuuuuuckkk!” he heard once, a sifted cry of fierce pain and pleasure beneath her clenched teeth. Her eyes were closed, but she felt a depression of the mattress beside her and soon felt the thick, swollen head of a strange cock press into her mouth. Her mouth tried to yield, but the thick, swollen head was larger than any she had mouthed before. A hand grabbed her head, turning it toward the cock, and the stranger began to slowly fuck her face. As he drove his cock into the back of her mouth, she felt herself drool around the thick shaft. Whack! The flog struck her unsuspecting pussy, not so much with power as with surprise. Her sounds of shock gurgled around the stranger’s cock, reaching her husband’s ears unmistakably for what they were. Her husband, listening to these sounds, imagining a strange cock in his beloved wife’s face, felt surges of pleasure pulse through his own cock. His streaming precum was now dripping down his balls.
The cocked slipped from her mouth, and she found herself swallowing the saliva that had pooled around it as he had fucked her mouth. There was a ripping sound, as of tape being torn, a cool plastic touch against her clit, and then she realized that a vibrator was being taped against her thigh. The stranger moved away, returning to bend over her and start slowly sucking and caressing her nipples. Always sensitive, her overwrought body responded aggressively to his touch, and she found herself trying to rub against the taped vibrator to get any sort of friction because the stranger had left it turned off. He was gently pulling her nipples and releasing, pulling and releasing, pulling and then suddenly a steel clamp closed around her stimulated and hard nipple with a sharp pinch. The pain was abrupt and white hot. He sucked her other nipple, a divine pleasure, blowing on her wet nipple when he stopped, but then this nipple, too, was crushed in a cold, steel clamp. The stranger lifted the chain that connected the clamps, admiring her breasts as he gently tugged it. Her breath was a sudden, ragged hiss of air sucked between her lips. Then the vibrator came on, a low rumbling buzz whose epicenter was squarely on her clit. The burning in her nipples dulled as her need to cum rapidly increased.
“Tsk. Tsk” said the stranger with exaggerated disapproval. “No cumming without permission. Do you understand, my dear?” The husband heard these words and shuddered, feeling as though he might cum himself at any moment despite being left totally neglected and helpless. “Answer me.” The stranger insisted, and the husband heard the vibrator shift into a higher, more feverish pitch of movement.
“Ye..eee…esss.” She managed, almost yelping and fighting what she knew was a losing battle with the growing tide of sensations. The fire in her nipples now felt like it burned in rhythm to the throb of her pussy. Then movement by her head again. The stranger’s knees were pinning down her shoulders. His warm cock pressed against her lips, then into her mouth as she opened it. He let the weight of his hips settle on her face, sinking his cock into her mouth inch by inch. She arched her neck to open her throat and felt his hand wrap around her throat. She had practiced on dildos for years and taken her smaller husband, but never had she tried to accommodate so thick a cock. He didn’t slow or stop. With cock and hand pressure, she couldn’t even gag normally. Balls deep down her throat, she felt herself start to gag, but the shaft and the grip on her throat stopped her. “Mmmm,” the stranger moaned. “Yes, slut, take me. Fuck…” His hips pumped faster. It was his first real acknowledgment of the pleasure her body was giving him, and it sent a thrill of pleasure through her as he pulled his shaft slowly out. That thrill mingled with the relentless buzz against her clit, and she tried to will herself not to cum, fighting on the edge of oblivion, until her body exploded with pleasure and she jerked on the bed, ankles and wrists snapping taut the leather straps holding her down. And still it buzzed, hellish, endless, relentless pleasure overwhelming her clit. He was lifting the nipple clamp chain again, but she scarcely felt the sharp tug as her body spasmed in orgasm, jerking against the tight tethers.
The stranger leaned over, slapping her face with the heavy weight of his half-hard cock.
“My dear, cumming so soon again? We’re just getting warmed up!” The vibrator suddenly dropped back a level in its intensity as she felt wet cold steel press against his asshole, pushing in until her little hole stretched around the bulge of the plug and snack into her ass.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10n377q/part_iii_wife_accepts_a_strangers_invitation
To be continued in Part IV.
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Delicious imagery sensuously presented…