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A cuckold fantasyThis was a wonderful feeling, an anticipation so keen italmost hurt. I’d done the adultfriendfinder thingon and off for years, with consistantly average results.I like roleplaying and fantasy and have always wanted tohook up with a couple that I clicked with and that wantedto try that too. But that takes some trust and chemistryif it’s gonna be “blow your sox off and curl yourtoes” good. That doesn’t happen much on adultweb sites. No, really! So, I was very happy (and surprised) to finally meet a couplethat were sane, sexy and looking to play some intense grownupgames. A few short msgs back and forth and we arranged tomeet at a walmart (yes, really) in a town nearby both of ourhomes. With a keen eye to the future I suggested we meet bythe pharmacy next to the “personal lubricants”.They got there and we hugged and shook hands beside the coitalcondiments, then spent 15 minutes wandering the aislesconfirming that we were who we said, we were talking aboutthe same thing and that we were in this because it was makingus horny as hell; not because it might be a form of therapy,or spousal revenge etc. So, I was grinning when the 3 of us stopped just short of theself-checkouts and Carol pressed a folded tissue intomy hand. Carol is married to Sean, who is standing next toher and also grinning. I eased the cleenex into my top pocketso as not to smudge their home phone # that Carol had scrawledin black eyeliner on it carefully a minute earlier “I’d like to talk more on the phone about whatyou guys want and don’t want. Get a better idea of a realscenario we can start with” I suggested. Sean told me “We’ll be back at the house in 40 minutes.Give us a call in three quarters of an hour”. They headedout of the store, Sean with his arm over Carols shoulder,and I watched her walking out as she ran her hand over hisdenim-clad ass suggestively. Yep, she definitely knewI was still watching. I should tell you about who I am watching as they make theirway past WallyMarts semi-conscious greeter. Sean is a39 yo dude who works in an office on the 3rd floor of his countycourthouse. It bores the shit out of him often, but not oftenenough to find something different. He’s been therefor 11 years and counting. Tall and kinda slim with it. He’sgot short blond hair and an open, honest sort of face. He’san easy guy to like and I can see the thought of an adventuresuch as we are planning has really spiked his adrenalinlevel. Carol is a deep thinker and has me slightly off balance.Carol makes my dick twitch and it’s wonderful. I haven’ttold Carol or Sean that yet but she put the menthos in my 2LPepsi. She, like her husband, is blond, caucasian and speaksenglish. That’s where the comparison ends. She worksin retailing and dresses stylishly. She’s about 5’4″to her mans 6’2″ but her curves make her seem alittle shorter. Her tits are just photogenic – show stealersin the key of D. Hips that flare into a sweet 41 yo ass thatI greatly admire. But mostly it’s her direct stareand “I’ve got a secret” eyes that got me.Faded blue secrets. Can’t wait to get home and grabthe phone. I called my new friends phone exactly 39 minutes later andwas thrilled to hear Sean answer “So, what took youso long?”. Straight off I went to Seans mention ofa cuckold fantasy on the website I’d first contactedthem through. “Is this something Carol fantasises about with youor is this your own favorite fantasy Sean?” He laughed back at me “It’s actually the otherway around. Carol loves the idea of the wanton slut flauntingher infedelity and perky tits in front of her helpless devotedhubby. She told me so many versions of that fantasy whileshe played with my cock that it’s the first real roleplayingscene that I visualise now too. Her letting another manviolate her, and making me watch and help. That is intensetimes horny man. And after you go home and we’re aloneagain… I’m going to make her forget we’ve beenmarried for 14 years. If I feel half as turned on then as Ido now discussing doing this… I’m so ready for it!””Me too Sean” I replied. “I love the ideaof being a stranger that takes over your girl and uses herin front of you. I’d love to try your role too if thisall works out. Maybe you and Carol want to try a night as cruelNobles with me as your slave. I love just the fact that youtwo want to step out and be someone else for an evening, thatyou want to act it out and live it. I’ll ask Carol if thissaturday is too soon to get together or not.” “Hopefully she’ll say it’s not soon enough.”Sean enthused staunchly. I was wondering if Carol was loitering nearby and Sean assuredme she wanted to talk on the phone too but was showering first.After a few jokes back and forth about women and bathroomsI had one more question for Sean. I had wanted to talk Seanbefore I talked to Carol for a couple of reasons, and foremostwas I wanted to know exactly how he wanted the big night togo. Do we just keep it light, stay around the house and pretendI was his wifes bull. Do we go to a bar or restaurannt whilehe watches me seduce his girl in public and then head to amotel? What level do we take it to, and do you and Carol havethe same level in mind? I had my own level in mind and what I hoped for was fairly highon the “shtichter scale of sexual excitement”.It involved Sean giving up 100% of his control over everythingfor an evening, Carol getting turned on by this state ofaffairs and being my accomplice, and a machiavellian bunchof tricks to tease and surprise them both! But you can’tcook a rabbit before you catch it so … I talked to Sean firstand hoped to agree on the menu. He agreed! I heard Carols voice in the background, now outof the shower, and Sean yelling back “There’ssomeone on the phone for you. Finish blowing your hair dryfirst then get in here!”. Then to me he quickly said ” I’m into this wholesex slave/cuckold fantasy. I think it’ll be the hottestnight we’ve ever had. And I want you to make it real,make it believable. Watching Carol getting serviced,getting told what do with her watching and taking part.Yessir! You have to make her act her part too. I mean she’lllove it but I want you to make her act like it’s for realThen I heard Carols voice next to Sean as he passed her thephone. “Your bull has a few things to tell you”he quietly mentioned as he handed her the phone and she slippedinto the warm recliner he’d been in when I’d calledfirst 10 minutes ago. Deciding to maybe set the mood early with this great couplethat I’d never thought I’d meet, I first askedCarol where Sean was? “Listening at the door!” Carol fired rightback at me. I told her to put the phone on speaker then heardmy own echo as I called “Sean, come and stand rightnext to the phone now.” I could hear some shufflingthen Seans voice ask uncertainly “yes?” “Do you remember everything we just dicussed, not10 minutes ago?” “Yes” “Yes Sir. You’ll call me Sir. I’m about totell Miss Carol what I have planned for this weekend whenI arrive. I don’t want your limp dick moping aroundlistening in. Now you appologise to Miss Carol for listeningin like a limp dick. When you say sorry you say “SorryMiss Carol.” Then go to bed. I’ll be talking toher for a while and I don’t want you crying in the background…..” After a mumbled “yes sir” there was a short silencethen Carols short breathless laugh. “Hell, what did I miss while I was in the shower?”Carols voice was part confusion, part intrigue, part fearand 100% sexy. “I got permission and inspiration from Sean to persuea fantasy scenario that it seems we all share. We are goingto cuckold Sean by all means foul and fair! I love it. Youand I are going to tease and titillate Sean and have a greatswinging time doing it. Sean wants no mercy. He wants tobe humiliated and dominated, and particularly, wantsyou acting like a total slut while we torment him. For onewhole night. I just thought we’d break him in slowlytonite and plan an evening next weekend where we bring itall to life. He said you were the one who turned him on to thisfantasy and would be all for it” Carols breath was coming heavier over the phone as I talked.This was heady stuff. I was feeling like Zeus. It occurredto me that this was getting to the actual “we’regonna do this” stage that frightens many newbiesinto the catatonic state you associate with deer caughtin the headlights. I bit my lip and waited, for about 10 seconds.”I’m so wet. I haven’t felt this horny sinceI was 19. Let’s make a plan.” The tremor in Carolsvoice had me so hard it hurt. My whole body was flushed andwarm. I had a sudden surplus of seminal fluid that was goingto make laundry day a real bitch. Clutching onto the dominant persona that was to be my rolefor next saturday, before I was washed away on a tide of abusedunderpants, I told Carol to list what toys, clothes andhardware she had that could be pressed into service as propsfor our upcoming debauche. A respectable list emerged;some light bondage stuff like restraints and nipple clamps,a well worn riding crop and a small flogger that was boughton impulse 2 years ago and had seen little service since,an nice assortment of lingerie and scarves (or blinfolds,as I like to refer to them), a few well loved vibrators anddildos, and one set of Ben Wa balls. Ben Wa balls are muchunderrated and more fun than a barrel of monkeys. I madenote of a few things I would pick up at a hardware store duringthe week. We then had all the ingredients for an unforgettableevening of fantasy, imagination and lust. I explained to my new sex toy that I had a general scenarioin mind and a few specific tricks, teases and mind fucksin my head that I wanted to try, but it was all still prettyfluid and open to improv. When she tried to weasel a few particularsout of me I reminded her that illegal bahis she would be doing as she wastold, and that neither she nor her husband would be toldanything until the day that their erotic indentureshipwas upon them. Next Saturday in other words. They both were going to be busy with work until midday ofthe coming saturday. I told Carol that they had until 3:30that afternoon to be ready for me. That allowed time forthem to eat and get cleaned up, and maybe stew on things foran hour or so before I arrived. I wanted them excited butnervous and a little off balance too. Finally, I gave my bad new girlfriend a few last instructions.At 3:30 Sean is to call me and tell me that his wife is readyfor me, and that he was ready to serve the both of us in allmanners and respects. I also ordered her to tell her cuckoldthat HE was to select her clothing for the evening. Likewisehe was to dress her. Once saturday arrived that was all hewas to do to her. Before we finally hung up I was inspired to add this. Shewas to tell Sean that he had until thursday evening to conceiveof and take one photograph that featured both of them, whichwas to be sent to me. It was to be erotic and tasteful. It wasto articulate the theme of our coming roleplaying adventure.It was to maintain the sexual tension that was now keepingall 3 of us on wonderfully sharp tenterhooks. We reluctantly hung up. It was after 11 pm on Sunday nightand 7 am tomorrow was going to arrive awfully early. Buthow the fuck was I supposed sleep now? How was I going to getthrough 6 more days!? I had the vague idea that Sean wouldn’tbe letting Carol get straight to sleep tonite either. Resolvingto save my mojo for the coming weekend, I stripped for bed.After I’d slowly poured a half gallon pitcher of coldwater over my overstressed angry cock I was ready to headfor bed. I drifted off to sleep still debating whether totake my frustrations out on my one-eyed friend. Fast-forward 4 days and I was in a rush to leave work. I wasmore excited to see what Sean and Kodak had come up with forme than I could believe. Christmas wasn’t even close.My estimation of Sean rose more than a few notches when Isaw the high quality image that waited in my email inbox.Taken from inside their bedroom, I saw a softly lit sceneof a room with many feminine touches. Lace and white linen.Artfully arranged hangings and cutains, all faintly haloedby a gentle late afternoon sun. Carol was posed before anantique wooden vanity with a large ornate beveled mirrorin the centre and matching mirrors to either side that couldbe angled to present a slightly different perspective.Carol was presented in the picture in 1/4 profile from behind.Rather, Carols reflection in the central mirror was captured.The camera was carefully placed such that she remainedout of shot. Beautifully groomed, her blonde hair is styledclose to her scalp in an almost severe bun that is claspedback at the nape of her neck. A minimum of makeup highlightsher direct gaze and clear complexion. Black rimmed minimalistglasses complete the impression of a school marm with somethingweightier than students reports on her mind. The bottomof the mirror reveals a well tailored grey wool skirt, classyunderstatement that flatters her curves. A simple pearlchoker reinforces the whole effect of restrained sexuality.What knocks it right out of the ballpark is the matchinggrey wool jacket and old-fashioned white blouse that sheisn’t wearing. Have mercy. The shot taken from somewhereback over her left shoulder reveals her right arm raised,with arm bent and her hand behind her head, perhaps idlyintending to let her hair free from the clasp at the napeof her neck. Her left arm is held across her body below herpale full breasts, her right breast is barely cupped inher hand. Her pretty face is looking away slightly intosome unseen middle distance. While she is there in the mirror,her thoughts have travelled to some place off in the nearfuture. Looking so fresh despite a day spent on the go, she has pausedafter getting as far as lifting her camisole over her headand leaving it forgotten on the bedroom floor. Her manicuredfingernails are a deep earthy shade of red, a shade thatcould have been inspired by the coloring of her firm square-tippednipples. Those slender fingers cup her breast so lightly.Like a caress. Like I soon will. And, where is our soon-to-be cuckold anti-hero Sean? Hetoo is reflected in the mirror. The wing mirror to the rightreveals a man, dimly lit, standing in the hall way, gazingin at his woman who is all unawares. Had he looked lecherousor filled with trepidation, speculative or insecure,it would have rendered the whole photograph trite or irrelevant.His expression instead was open. Just the thoughtful lookof a man studying a vibrant woman who has been caught in theact of being herself. Sean, you evil genius bastard. I’mstarting to suspect that he holds a large block of stockwith ‘Fruit of the Loom” or “Jockey”.Saturday arrived overcast and windy. At 3:35, as my phonerang, the clouds opened and the rain drummed down on theroof. A perfect evening for a night inside. I answered thephone on the fifth ring. “Yes” I barked somewhatgruffly. “Good afternoon Sir. This is Sean calling as you instructed.”I enjoyed the pause as Sean drew a slightly shaky breathbefore continuing. “The household is in order and ready for your arrival”I stayed silent and was rewarded with a belated “Sir”.”Sean, we need to start off right. Miss Carol and Iwill be addressed deferentially and with your head bowed.Every time. For this evening you will be given a pet name.I have decided you will be called “smallgoods”.It’s descriptive and just slightly witty. Forgetany of these basic rules and you will be punished. On thespot. Any whining or appealing will compound your punishment.You’ve neglected to confirm that you have followedthe rest of my instructions”. “Very sorry sir. Yes sir, I have selected clothesfor Miss Carol that I think will please you. I did also dressher after she finished her shower.” “Congratulations smallgoods. I’ll be therein 20 minutes. Move that shit heap car of yours out on to thestreet when I hang up. I’ll be using your space in thegarage.” As I hung up I heard a muttered “yessir” faintly over the line. I could see the warm glow of lights and the slow flickeringof candles inside the house as I pulled into the attacheddouble garage, next to Carols car. I was feeling exhultantas it sunk in that I was here finally and it was happening.My nerves had mellowed into a wonderful electric sensationof confidence and excitement. I knew this would be pickedup on by Carol and Smallgoods. This was going to be the experienceof a lifetime. I entered the house thru the side door from the garage andfound my friends waiting on their feet for me in the kitchen.Sean was standing nervously, head bowed and trying notto fidget. I ignored him and stared admiringly at Carol.Ifshe had carried off understated sexuality with style inthe photo Smallgoods had taken on Thursday, she surelyowned the slutty/ promiscuous look that her husband hadcontrived to dress her in. Thigh high red leather boots with wicked fuck-me stillettoheels, a tartan mini-skirt that covered her pubic mound,but only just. A wide black vinyl belt rode loosely on herhips, held shut with a big gaudy gold buckle. A black satinmens waistcoat showed all of her cleavage, barely stoppingshort of her navel. While it did cover those tits that I hadbeen dreaming of all week, it could not hope to hide the factthat she wore nothing under it. Lipstick that left her mouthlooking like a slightly cruel scarlet slash (think DebbieHarry) and heavy mascara were crowned by her blonde tressesteased into a bad girls tangled mop. Sex on a stick! I reallywas a breath away from taking her there against the kitchenstile wall. Luckily, Smallgoods’ nervous hopping from foot tofoot brought me back to reality. “There are a couple of bags in the back of my car. Goout and close up the garage then bring the bags into the kitchenhere and wait. Don’t go poking around in them either.Just stand there by the door and wait. Meanwhile, this sexybitch is going to give me the long, slow, full tour of thehouse.” Before Smallgoods roused himself to move to the garage,I leaned in towards Carol and cupped my hand behind her neck,pulling her to me and slowly kissing her, tasting that mouthand softly exploring her agile pink tongue. I heard Smallgoodssharp intake of breath as he forced himself out the doorto my car. My cock was fully hard and actually spasming in irregularjerks. Making myself slow down and enjoy prolonging thetension was an intense cauldron of pleasure and pain. Carolshyly offered me her hand and led me around the kitchen counterand down the hall. A quick spin through the home office/spare room and back into the hall led us to a nice sized bathroom.Carol still led me by the hand but as she went to turn and faceme, I placed my free hand on her hip to keep her facing awayfrom me. She froze still and I stepped up close behind her.Another step forward together and she was facing the bathroomwall mirror, her thighs against the cabinet and my handsslowly encicling her waist. I bent my head for to lightlynuzzle the back of her neck. Our eyes met in the wall mirror,her pupils seeming impossibly large. I felt her pulse jackhammeringas I continued to kiss her neck and shoulder. Might havebeen my pulse, I don’t know. I had kept my hands employedmoving up under her waistcoat in a general northerly direction.She sucked her belly in as my gently exploring hands andwarm breath on her neck raised goosebumps all over her.Her waistcoat left just enough room for me to cup both ofher firm titties and slowly chafe her nipples illegal bahis siteleri with the palmsof my hands.I felt her aureolas pucker and rinkle as sheleaned back against me, enjoying this attention afterbeing held in suspence and tension this last long week.I had vaguely registered the sound of Smallgoods returningto the kitchen minutes earlier. “Carol” I whispered, “Don’t move.I’ll get our most excellent slave organised then beback to finish the tour. In the kitchen Smallgoods was actually waiting as I’dtold him to. No mistakes from him so far. That can’tlast for too much longer though, I thought with an evil grin.”Allright Smallcock, we’re off to a flying start!”I stated with hearty cheer. If he noticed I was screwingwith his pet name he gave no indication. I asked him “Seriously, whats winning out for you?Nerves or excitement?” He smiled slightly. “Excitement sir. Only just.Though I do believe it’s getting easier, more intriguingSir” “I have to get back to the tour now Softgoods. Firstthough, strip naked and fold your clothes. Leave them nextto the back door. No big boys clothes for you my wimpy friend”At his hesitation I let my smile drop from my face. “Do it now or I’ll do it for you. Then I’ll devotea half hour afterwards to training you to repond promptly.And get your fucking eyeballs off my face and back on theground.” That had the desired effect and less than 60 seconds laterI had a buck naked sissy boy hussling a neat pile of clothesout to sit by the garage door. As he returned to me with eyeslowered, I saw that, indeed, excitement was pulling aheadof nerves. To keep it in perspective though, that meantthat his 4″ cock was barely maintaining a horizontalaspect. It was a chubby little dick with a lonely lookingpurple helmetless head. Not the smallest dick ever butpretty fucking sad. He wanted to be dominated and humiliatedand I was gonna give him all the help I could. From one of my shopping bags I produced a white womans blouseI’d found at a second hand store. The type that has notail, just square cut at the bottom. I waited long enoughto see him button it up. Perfect, it was tight in the shortsleeves and armpits, and it’s square cut bottom endedjust above his belly button. Perfectly ridiculous. My last touch for him was an old adjustable leather cockring complete with ball separator. His scrawny littleorgan was still maintaining it’s semi-hard state.And it’s pitiful size was nicely emphasized by thewaistline of his pretty blouse ending a good 6 inches aboveit. I tossed it on the floor in front of him as I turned backtowards the hallway and Carol. “Just put it on” I pre-empted him. “Ifyou can’t figure it out before I get back then Daddywill help you with it.” After I moved to the small ktchentable I slid one of the plain dining chairs back from it andtold Sean “Once you’re dressed you will sit hereat the table and face the back wall of the kitchen. Leaveyour hands palms down on the table top. If I catch you tryingto rub that horrible little cock of yours, or with your handsanywhere near it, I will tie you down then make you cry infront of Miss Carol. Do you understand everything I’vetold you Smellygoods?” His reply of “Yes Sir” faded behind me as I acceleratedup the hallway and back into the bathroom. Carol still stood before the vanity cabinet facing themirror, meeting my eyes as I moved to stand behind her. Hereyes followed mine as I looked down to notice her right handwas down in front of her miniskirt, mostly obscured betweenthe bathroom vanity and her waist as she let the cabinetsupport her weight as she leaned forward against it. Itwas impossible to miss the way that her arm was slowly tensingand relaxing as she fingered herself while I watched herfrom behind.There was a deep red flush on her cheeks andthe flesh at the base of her pale, slender neck. “Turn around and face me. I want to see how much youreally enjoy being my slut. Sit back up on the cabinet behindyou.” I leaned back against the far bathroom wallso I could enjoy the show I was about to demand. Carol sat back with her arse scooted back and her legs danglingabove the floor as she sat facing me. I moved to her and liftedher booted feet so she was practically in a squat positionon the counter top with her knees drawn back against herchest. Her tiny miniskirt was rucked up around her waistand the sight of her cunt there open for me to use was makingmy heart thunder. Her trimmed pussy hair glistened whereher wandering fingers had left the wetness from her sexto decorate her willing cunt like early morning dew. Mywhole head seemed full of the woman scent of her open, exposedmound. “If you don’t throw me down and bang the shit outof me soon I am going to loose it. My cunt is dripping wet Darren.I mean, it aches!” She let her head fall forward thenpeered over at me from beneath her lowered eyelashes. “Darren…Please.” My grin was a mile wide and evil with the rush brought on byher demure begging. She WAS my whore, thrilling to the freedomshe felt tonight in letting herself sink into this fantasy.”You’ll get some relief when I say, when I’mready to use you. Right now I want you to show me how you fingeryourself. Spread your legs Carol, wide as they will go baby.I want to see everything. Put your hands there between yourlegs… That’s it, you sexy cunt. Yeah, work your fingersinto that tight little fuckhole as far as you can Carol….good girl… that looks so hot! But don’t you try makingyourself come, you dirty little bitch! You’ll getoff when and how I tell you and if you forget that, I will punishyou long and hard. I will use my imagination and I will letyour wee man Smallcock help me humiliate you and disciplineyou until you are able to obey me in everything” Theevil grin escaped back across my face and I looked down tosee her pleasuring herself even harder after my warning.I leaned over her, grabbing a handful of hair at the backof her neck to force her head back and kissed her deeply,slowly. Enjoying the slow rocking of her body as she workedher fingers in and out of herself, using the palm off herhand hard against her swollen clitoris while trying notto get too close to the edge of that happy precipice thatI had warned her against crossing without my permission,I eventually broke our kiss and told her that I had left Smallgoodsin the kitchen at a loose end. Warning her that she was notto stop her sexy cunt workout, I made the short trip backto the kitchen and an aroused but submissive husband. Sean was sitting as I’d instructed him, facing theback of the house with hands resting in view on the tabletop. His face had taken on the same flush as that of his enthusiasticallypromiscuous wife . “Stand up, you flaccid little cuckold. I’vegot a few pointless chores for you to do. Mix 2 drinks forMiss Carol and myself. Bring them to me in the bathroom straightaway.” As I moved away to rejoin Carol I looked downat his groin to judge the level of his arousal and discomfort.His slightly smaller than average cock was dressed withthe leather cock ring I had bought for him. The effect waslike that of a young brother wearing a larger, older brothershand-me-downs. His pale organ had taxed itself to it’sfull 5″ glory but still looked lost inside the cock-ringthat dressed it. The bluish tint to the small veins thatribbed his dick told me he had been aroused for a good whileand I knew he was hurting there, hoping for some release.I also knew that he could be held in this torment of arousaland denial for much longer yet. I waited outside the bathroom door in the hall. I watchedCarol as she slouched back against the vanity mirror withher supple thigh-high boot clad legs laid wide open and3 fingers buried deep inside her dripping snatch. Hearingice rattling in glasses as our little boytoy finished thedrinks, I quietly told Carol that her cuckold was bringingus drinks in a few seconds, that she was largely to ignorehim and focus on me, and that she was going to breathe harderand moan louder than she already was. “Your husbandis coming back here now. Let’s make him very jealous.”She grinned back at me then loudly moaned and leaned backto make sure that Smallgoods had a graphic view of what wasgoing on when he entered. As our boyslave approached the doorway where I stood waitingI relieved him of one icy glass and motioned him throughto the bathroom with an instruction to carry the other tohis Mistress Carol. He’d gone one pace into the bathroombefore he froze. I watched from behind him as Carol continuedto pleasure herself, able to still watch him from behindhalf-closed eyes while seeming to ignore his stunned presence.He was torn between a need to stare at this erotic fantasythat his wife had transformed into, and a need to find somewhereto place his mistresses drink without me seeing him ogleher. He was very aware that I was close behind him, watchingfor him to go beyond his lowly station and swoop down to punishhim. I filled the doorway behind him, blocking any easy exitfor him. I watched his back stiffen with surprise as I barkedat him to place her drink down. He settled on leaving hiswifes cocktail resting on the edge of the bath tub. Havingno safe direction to face or cast his eyes, he fixed on staringdown into the vicinity of the bathtub. I let an uncomfortablesilence stretch out before grasping his shoulder and turninghim to face back towards me. With his bride, only 2 feet awayto his right hand side, sounding closer to orgasm by thesecond, he struggled hard to focus on the small patch offloor that lay betwwen us. While making the drinks order earlier in the kitchen, Ihad noticed that, not surprisingly, Shortgoods had a shiningstring of pre-come stretching from the head of his 3/4 scalepenis down towards the canlı bahis siteleri floor. Pointing bluntly at his weepingcock, I asked him what it was that made him think that I wantedto be stepping in puddles of pansy cum juice while I was here?Hewas flustered, overwhelmed by an erotic experience hehad no control over, that he wasn’t even permittedto have any input into. Thrusting a small clean hand towelinto his grasp as he tried to mumble some apology, I pushedhim to the tub and told him to get my nice clean cock-ringoff before he stained it and to clean up his ugly exscuseof a limp dick before Carol or I had a fall. I admired Carols’ slightly swollen labia as she continuedto hold herself somewhere just shy of the intense climaxthat her fingers were trying to bring her to. In the shorttime it took our timid companion to wipe and rinse the slipperyevidence of his dirty thoughts from his cock and thighsI had noticed him stealing several more sideways eyefulsof his womans glorious charms. I motioned him back out ofthe bath and stopped him as he stepped to me over the sideof the tub. Time to turn the screws a little tighter. By now my hornysidekick had spent nearly 15 minutes happily working herslippery sex up to a beautiful creamy mess. That was longenough by far. I was beginning to ache for some attentionmyself. Gesturing towards Carol I asked Smallgoods what she wasdoing. As he went into another mumbling excuse that wasdirected more at the floor than at me, I put my hand at theback of his neck and directed his gaze directly at Carolspussy. “You keep staring between this sluts legs and I’mwondering why? Do you have some business there betweenher legs, maybe you lost something and think you can findit there?” I now had his eyes riveted on the wet hole that we were discussing.I placed my free hand down over Miss Carols hands where theywere still busy teasing her sensitve clit and pulled themaway, leaving her sissy boy a clear view of the cunt thatI was about to take and use. “Do you think we should let this little bitch watchwhen I take you?” She gave a breathless giggle and said “Oh yes. I wanthim to be able to smell how wet I am now. I want your cock 2 inchesfrom his face when it first sinks in to me. He needs to seeevery stroke…”. I forced him down to his knees, right between his wifes legs,his face mere inches away from her dripping snatch. In amatter of seconds I had shoes and socks off, my denims downand kicked into the hallway. I took a handful of his hairand forced his head down and back as I stepped over the topof him so he was looking up into his wifes swollen vulva,me astride him with my balls an inch above his head. Carol made a reflexive grab for my engorged cock, wantingto guide me straight in. After I slapped her hand aside Ishook Sean by the tight grip I still had on his head and toldhim “Grab my cock and wipe it between her pussy lips…slowly” With a sob he took the first cock he’d ever held, barringhis own, and gingerly dragged the head of it over Carolsswollen lips. I twisted the fist-ful of hair I had and hissed”I said WIPE my cock on the sluts pussy, not fuckingtickle it!.” Immediately I felt his grip on my achingshaft tighten and he dragged the head of my dick down betweenher slippery puffy cunt lips. I heard the sweet moan torn from her throat as her clit wasrubbed, her breathe coming deeper and heavier, her faceand chest flushing a deep red. Sean was actually shakingas his breathe came faster, his hand dragging the head ofmy cock harder and faster up and down between Carols slipperysex. I twisted Seans’ head further back as he panted. Withmy left hand I forced Carols head down and told her to lookat him. Their eyes met as I told her “Tell this littleprick what you want! Make him do as he’s told!.”She gasped out “Harder, you fucking girl. Harder,make me come or you’ll be so sorry!” I looked downon her face as she studied her husband working my rigid hard-onfuriously now, her hips jerking as if she could suck my manhooddeep into her anxious cunt by force of will. She was right on the ragged edge of the cliff when I jerkedher mans head sideways and told him to stand in the hall andwatch. By the time he was where I’d told him to go I wasin his previous position. Between our girls legs, kneelingas she tried to open herself even wider. I clamped my mouthover her sensitive pussy. As I sucked her tortured clitinto my mouth and massaged it with my tongue she squealedand went rigid, then started to shudder. I wrapped my armsaround behind her to hold her tight against my tongue, myhead tilted back so I could capture her eye. As her orgasmshook her she stared back at me, so intense and focused onme. That’s when I realised that tonight she was allmine and would give me everything she had, no arguments,no qualms. Just complete obedience and surrender. Poorpoor Sean! She held tight to the back of my head as she slowlystopped shuddering and then the only sound was her raspingbreathe slowly returning to normal. Sean stood in the doorway in his cute outfit, his hands claspedtogether over his chest dry washing each other. He was tremblingall over. His eyes, racing from his wifes face to mine, keptflickering down to where my glistening cock had just lefthis loves swollen pussy. The look on his face told me he wasengrossed in our little game. His face and neck were flushedred. His cock looked like a small over-stuffed sausageand I noticed that the clear pre-cum he was leaking had stretchedin a thin glistening line from the eye of his cock to justan inch or two above the hallway carpet. Leaving Carol tofinish getting her breath back, I walked over to Sean andbent over so I could cup my hand just below the end of his littlecum stream to catch it. With my other hand I clasped the baseof his still twitching cock and squeezed firmly then pulledmy hand slowly towards the head of his average unit, milkinghis slippery clear juice into my waiting palm. I smiledat him as I slowly smeared his face and neck with it untilmy hand was dry. “It’s good for your skin Smallgoods.If you don’t fuck anything up tonight I’ll letyou use some of my cum out of Miss Carols pussy to moisturizeall that wrinkly dry skin you have on your arms and legs.That’s why I haven’t come inside her yet, so you’llhave plenty of beauty product to use while I get my 2nd wind.Were you paying attention when I made her come on my tongue?Were you really watching?” Seans’ response was emphatic. “Yes Sir! I waswatching Miss Carol come on your tongue very closely! Iwanted to be ready to help you if that was your wish. I’mready to do anything that my master and mistress demand!”.With an evil little grin I turned to Carol, who had just finishedgetting her slut outfit back in some sort of order. “Hashe always been such a little suck up?” I asked withan arched eyebrow. Carol replied, after a long indrawnbreath, “yessss, he has. I think you should punishhim. He’s left me …. unsatisfied for so long. I wanthim to feel jealous, insecure, nervous! Can we go to thelounge room and play around with him? I want you to do badthings to him” she told me. The wicked grin on her faceshowed me how much this was turning her on. Good enough forme. I looked at Sean and said “you heard her, go standin the middle of the front room.” We followed him backdown the hall, grinning all the way. When we got into the lounge room Sean had reached the middleof the room and turned back to face us. I took Carol by thehair and pulled her to me, kissing her long and hard. Shemoaned low in her throat as her tongue pushed back at mine.I was going to be deep inside her in the next 2 minutes or Iwas going to burst! I quickly got a roll of electricianstape from my bag of tricks next door in the kitchen. Backin the lounge, I handed it to Carol. “Tape his face, around his head. Leave a slit wherehis mouth is, enough for his lips to poke out but not enoughto open his mouth and get that nasty little tongue of hisout.” Her eyes’ lit up as she understood what I was meaning.A couple of turns below his bottom lip, a couple of turnsbelow his nose and just above his top lip, then a few passeson an angle so he couldn’t open his jaws… just a littlecupids bow of lips left exposed. Perfect. I leaned back in the middle of the 3 seater lounge in the frontroom and motioned Carol to come sit in my lap with her backto me. As she started to lower herself down onto my now achingcock, I paused her one last time. “Let Slimdick help babe.” I looked at him aroundher back and told him ” Get over here and guide me intoMiss Carol. Make yourself useful!”. As she slowlybent at the waist and lowered herself over me, I felt Seans’hand take the shaft of my cock and tip it forward slightlyto match Carols dripping snatch as she lowered herselfover me. This was the best night! I couldn’t believe I had resistedCarols sweet cunt for this long but our roleplay had sweptus all along for the last hour or more. With the very last of my self control I told Carol “Holdjust one second and then I’ll be inside you”.Sean was standing between my ankles, bent at the waist,holding my aching shaft. As I looked at him around CarolI said “No, kneel between my feet so you can see whatI’m doing to your mistress. When I’m inside her, putyour hands on the floor. You can use your lips, not your tongue,to rub over her clit and watch while she rides me. With that I put my hands back on Carols hips and bought herslowly down on my shaft while Sean watched, mesmerised,as his wifes soaking snatch slowly sank down the full lengthof my rock-hard tool. There were three muffled sighs aswe all enjoyed that first ultimate moment. Sean was in some trance as he watched me slowly fill his wife,his face mere inches away from her greedy sex. Reachingforward from behind Carol, my hands covered hers. ThenI guided them around the back of Seans head and we both guidedhis puckered, taped mouth down to her swollen clit as I beganto take long, slow strokes in and out of her wonderful cunt.

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