As I read the text my face burned, my little clit twitched in its tiny cage, making the spikes dig into my flesh. I read it again…
“Sasha!, it’s about time mistress had her treat, about time she lived her fantasy. Pandering to your ‘needs’ and your fantasies has been fun but I haven’t had my fun, my needs fulfilled. I know you’ve tried to satisfy and, although you’re attempts aren’t short of effort, frankly they leave me half way there.
Tonight we’re going to see a friend of mine, he’s bigger than you, he has real stamina, he knows how to please your mistress. He’s made love to me like you can’t, he’s fucked your wife and tonight he’s arranged a treat for me. He wants you there this time, he wants you to see your mistress fulfilled.
I’ll be home at 6.30 and I want you ready, he wants to see Sasha! I want a bath run and a bottle of champagne on ice. You won’t be drinking so don’t even think about it.
See you soon xxxx”
I checked the time, it was 4.30, two hours and she’d be home and I knew better than to disappoint. I checked the fridge there were two bottles of champagne chilled. I ran upstairs and switched on the shower. I knew too what mistress expected from Sasha and that was fully shaven, good lingerie, perfect make up and a nice dress heels and perfect hair so I was going to be busy!
At 6pm I stood before the mirror transformed and hoped mistress would be happy with my appearance, the fishnets went well with the little black dress and black patent leather heels.
I prepared the bathroom with scented tealights, the bath was filling and I poured in some Bamford Geranium Oil, mistresses favourite! I put out two white fluffy towels and her bathrobe. At 6.20 I placed the ice bucket on its stand by the bath and set the polished champagne glass on the ledge ready. I heard the door close and mistress ascending the stairs. “Well done sissy!” mistress said when she saw my efforts. She stood back and looked me up and down. “Good!... now help your mistress with her clothes.” Immediately I dropped down and gently lifted her ankle easing her foot from the 5” heel, her anklet shone against the dark nylon, her sign to all that she was available. I helped with her other shoe before standing, moving behind her two undo the little zip of her pencil skirt which dropped to the floor revealing her lace topped hold ups and sexy, red lace panties. Mistress had unbuttoned her sheer blouse and I lightly took this from her shoulders. I unclipped the red bra and she let this too drop to the floor. Back to my knees and I softly slid down her stockings before slipping my fingers into the top of her underwear pulling them down I could smell the musky heat of mistresses pussy. My clit twitched again before the spikes reminded me of my place. I stood and offered my hand helping mistress into her bath. As she lay back I wondered who next would be removing her panties. I popped open the champagne and poured mistress a glass. “Position one faggot!” I kneeled, as instructed, my head bowed my eyes to the floor my hands flat by my stockinged shins.
Twice in the time mistress bathed she excused me from my position to refresh her glass. For an hour I remained silent, still, eyes averted my legs burning a subtle quiver as I maintained the position.
“Towel please!”, I stood with the warm towel, wrapping it around mistresses body. In another life I wouldn’t have fought the urge, I would have whipped out my big hard cock, pushed my wife over the bath and fucked her, my hand wrapped in her hair pulling her back onto me as she gasped and cried out as wave after wave of orgasm flowed through her. I’d have had her on her knees as I fucked her mouth before I shot load after load of hot cum deep into her throat…. In another life! In this life here and now I patted mistresses soft skin dry before applying lightly scented moisturiser then offering her robe.
“Downstairs to wait sissy…. You may relax.”
I waited as mistress prepared herself, and at 8.30 I heard her descending the stairs, I heard the metal heel tips as the clicked across the hallway and stood as she entered the room. The sight before me was … well… just beautiful. My wife had curled her hair into loose rinklets, she wore a tight fitting ivory mini dress which suited her pale skin, her matching heels sparkled with diamantes. I could make out the clips of her suspenders and the lace of her underwear was partially visible through the material of her dress, the silver diamond cross sat perfectly centred in her cleavage. The blusher in her cheeks made her appear aroused. Her red glossed lips echoed the arousal a woman gets when turned on and begged to be penetrated.
“You wish!” she laughed, knowing my eyes betrayed my thoughts. “Let’s go!”
I opened the rear door and made sure mistress was comfortable before closing it after her. Like a chauffeur I took the drivers’ seat and tapped in the address mistress offered. The satnav said the drive would be thirty minutes.
As I drove I listened as my wife’s phone pinged with each text in the rear view mirror I watched as she opened them, her eyes widened at some, her cheeks flushed at others, she smiled as she replied and I saw as she softly bit her lip, anticipating her lovers touch.
The car instructed turn left and I obeyed, turning into the driveway. The house sat two hundred yards from the gate. Ivy grew around the corner of the Victorian detached house, the central doorway was lit by the lantern above, four cars sat on the white chipping parking area, an Audi, two BMW’s and a sleek Jaguar. Thoughts reeled through my mind, though none were clear they made me tremble adrenaline wasn’t helping keep me calm. In the rear view mistress applied a touch up of her lip gloss. “Ready!” she smiled.
The door clicked open behind me as I helped my wife from the car, I felt I should turn but couldn’t. “Hi” mistress purred as she walked past me straight to the door. I closed the car door and turned as mistress reached the man, embracing him with a kiss her head back revealing the soft pale skin of her neck in the light, one leg lifted as he pulled her to him. Over her shoulder the man looked directly at me as his tongue found hers, his eyes showed his amusement of French kissing my wife as I stood, hesitant, watching, embarrassed, judged!
He broke their embrace and, still looking right at me, gave mistress a slap on the bum as she headed off into the house. Drawing my breath deep I followed.
“This way!..” the man directed and lead me past the door my wife had entered “…I have a job for you.” I waited till he passed then followed him. I was led to the kitchen and my role for the evening was explained. I was to be waitress and to make sure that food was delivered, drinks topped up and any requests met. The menu and details were explained and I was to deliver the first course in ten minutes. An older gentleman entered the room and I was introduced to Jeffrey he would be finishing of the meals for me. Jeffrey was, I guessed, over 60 years old and looked like he’d had quite a hard life at that. He smiled at me as he looked me up and down. As the man who had kissed my wife left he stopped at the door.. “Speak when spoken to… got it?” “Er yes” I mumbled and he’d gone. “Sasha wasn’t it?” Jeffrey asked as he laid out the five plates, he’d either forgotten already or his mind had been elsewhere when we had been introduced. I nodded. I watched as he cut wedges of lemon and piled crushed ice onto each plate. From the fridge he took a stainless steel tray and started to lay the fresh oysters from it, three to a plate, onto the crushed ice. Mistress wouldn’t be having a starter I thought as I watched she’d never eat oysters. “Go top up champagne glasses” Jeffrey directed, handing me a bottle “second door on the right.” I tottered across the hallway in my heels and drawing another breath entered the dining room. At the round table in its’ centre, lit by an ornate chandelier above, sat four men and my wife. They all turned as I entered and stopped me in my tracks. “Sasha! Gentlemen… our help for the evening… Sasha this is John” his arm outstretched toward a man in his early thirties tanned, close cropped hair. “David” he moved toward the next, early forties with mottled grey hair, “Alex and I’m Steve”, Alex was younger, probably late twenties with a Mediterranean look, Steve I’d already seen and he was as smartly dressed as the rest his light brown hair styled lazily just added to his presence. My wife beamed at his side as I stood, nervously, my face burned below the protective façade of my makeup. “Pour!” I filled the champagne glasses as they continued their conversation, as I filled mistress’ glass I looked down to see Steve had his hand on her thigh and her hand rested on his, the diamonds in her wedding and engagement rings sparkled in the light from the chandelier. I retreated to the kitchen.
I placed down the plates, first to mistress, stalling as I knew she would turn up her nose at the shellfish, but she just looked up for a second at me and smiled wickedly. I placed Alex’s plate down and watched in disbelief as mistress picked up an oyster and, putting the shell to her lips, tipped back her head and swallowed the salty meat, her eyes bright, a subtle smile as she licked the juice from her lips, grinning naughtily around the table at each of her companions.
The main course was rare beef fillet with roasted potatoes, and roasted baby vegetables accompanied by a heavy burgundy wine, again confused, I poured mistress’ glass expecting she would decline but she took her first mouthful and nodded her approval. While the group ate, chatted, flirted with mistress, I stood by the door watching and topping up the wine as required. Mistress was completely at ease around the men and for anyone else it would seem like she was having dinner with her boyfriend or husband. She paid attention to each of the men as they spoke to her leaning forward at times giving them a good view of her cleavage, her manicured fingers toying with the silver cross. “Ready for dessert?” Steve asked as I cleared the plates, the men agreed and Steve raised his eyebrows with a nod toward the door clearly sending me back to the kitchen. In the kitchen Jeffrey had laid out steel trays each was filled with a different fruit, halved strawberries, cherries, sliced kiwis, chunks of fresh pineapple and more. Fruit salad?, I thought, oysters, beef fillet and fruit salad? Oh and squirty cream?. Buoyed by the level of ignorance Steve showed choosing fruit salad as a dessert I almost skipped back into the dining room with the silver platter holding the bowls. “On the sideboard Sasha!” Steve nodded and I laid down the tray. He looked at mistress, grinning, “Ready?” he asked. She nodded, blushing.
Steve stood, taking mistress’ hand he raised her up then they walked back a foot or two and he positioned himself behind her, she faced the table. Steve’s hands slid up from her thighs pulling her dress a little revealing her stocking tops, up over her hips then up her back till he reached the zip on her dress. He unzipped her dress and pushed it forward from her shoulders so it fell to the floor. He unclasped her bra and that too fell from her releasing her 36d breasts, her nipples puckered and hard.his fingers pushed down her panties revealing her perfectly smooth pubis. “They can stay” he said referring to her hold ups and heels.
It clicked when the men all stood and cleared the table, placing the glasses and everything onto the sideboard. Fucking idiot! Mistress was dessert!
Steve and Alex helped mistress, first she stood onto the chair where she’d sat then onto the table where they laid her on her back they positioned her arms by her sides her legs together. “Dress our dessert please Sasha.” Steve instructed with a laugh.
The next fifteen minutes I spent laying the pieces of fruit over mistress’ body, oddly, I was taking a certain amount of pride in doing it! As I decorated mistress the men poured themselves whisky from decanters and drank, their discussion focussed on me really, and I heard ‘useless’, ‘faggot’, ‘tiny dicked’, ‘sissy’, ‘queer’ and pretty much every derogatory name I could think of, hardly the civilised conversation they’d been having while dining. Mistress was now laid out before me strawberries filled the ‘v’ to her pussy, cherries and pineapple made a trail across her stomach, a fan of kiwi around her nipples star fruit formed a necklace around her neck. I wanted dessert! I wanted to eat the fruit, wanted to uncover the real sweet skin and taste her. I wasn’t invited to dinner!
The men resumed their places around the table, the bulges in their jeans gave away their thoughts. “Tuck in” Steve said and he lowered his head to one of the melon slices adorning mistress’ leg. All four men lowered their mouths to parts of mistress, John I noticed wasn’t much in the mood for fruit and was sucking avidly at her nipple, Alex had taken a cherry a pineapple and was moving to the strawberries. David took a piece of the starfruit in his teeth and offered it to her mouth. I saw her mouth open, her tongue reached and she drew in the fruit followed by David, they kissed delicately at first then, as the fruit was swallowed, their kiss became passionate and hurried. They stayed this way for a while as their tongues flicked the others. Steve was at her thigh, his tongue trailing across leaving a glistening trail of saliva and fruit juice. Dave now crushed pineapple letting the juice fall down her neck which he lapped from her before nibbling the skin. Alex took one leg and eased it up so her heel was on the table cloth, Steve moved the other and parted my wife’s thighs. She had reached out and found Johns cock and rubbed it frustrated it was still in his jeans. Steve’s head was bobbing up and down as he lapped the strawberry juice from her pussy.
My wife fumbled as she unlooped Johns belt, desperately pulled open the buckle and started at his button fly. John helped by pulling his fly apart and mistress slid her fingers in and pulled out a hard eight inch cock, her eyes softened as she gazed at it, her mouth opened and she bit her lip. Mistress writhed against Steve’s tongue as she slowly wanked Johns cock, Dave kissed her deeply again. Alex stood back watching with his hand resting on the growing bulge hanging down his leg.. and it was hanging!, straining against his tan jeans I could make out the ridge around its head, my clit twitched and the spikes dug into my soft skin.
“How was dessert?” steve enquired. Dave’s tongue was still in mistresses mouth and he groaned his approval, Johns head was back and he nodded while Alex still stood rubbing himself slowly mumbled “Fuck Yes!”. “Should we get more comfortable?”.
While the vision before me was amazing, mistress laid bare, being pleasured by her four friends, the table didn’t provide the best access to her. Steve moved around the table and scooped her from it, her arms draped around his neck as he headed out of the door. I started to follow. “Not you!” John said abruptly “Clean up here!”. I remembered my place and started to clear away the dishes from the side, taking them into the kitchen where Jeffrey was tidying up. Hearing me he turned his head toward me, gave a sneer of a laugh and shook his head as he continued. I returned to the dining room for the glasses and cleared off the fruit bowls onto the silver platter. In the middle of the table was a damp patch under where mistress had been.. it wasn’t strawberry juice! I left the room cleared, the three remaining men talking about my wife and recalling others they’d fucked together. “..but fucking hell … she’s brought her sissy fucking husband along!”, they all laughed. “What sort of queer would do that?”.. I overheard as my heels clacked across the kitchen tiles, setting down the tray I could feel Jeffrey watching me. “I didn’t think she was the type for all the boys!” “When she comes here they normally just have dinner then up to bed for the evening!” “Sorry?” I asked. “normally?”. “Oh yes she visits at least once a week… didn’t you know?” Jeffrey chuckled. “Same day each week, every Thursday, regular as clockwork!” Thursday?!, Thursday was when mistress visited her mother, sometimes if she was tired she’d text to say she was going to stop over? She’d been visiting now for around 3 months! I’d known when I saw them kiss at the door and the way my wife had confidently strode into the house it was all too comfortable. My wife had been seeing her lover weekly, spending the night with him, in his bed!
I heard the men as they started moving through the hallway and up the stairs. “Come on” John said “You don’t want to miss this!”. I followed John up the stairs. Across the landing was an open door with soft lighting and I hesitantly followed John into the room. The room was big for a bedroom, the king size bed was two metres from the door and there was at least three metres the other side to the wall. Black glass wardrobe doors filled the wall at the end of the bed and posed in front of them was mistress!
My eyes were met with a vision of complete and utter beauty, sexy, horny, kinky dominant and submissive all at once. Mistress had been dressed in black ultra high heels, black lace topped stockings, the pale smooth skin of her thighs bare but for the suspenders hanging from a satin boned corset which displayed her breasts. At her neck her silver cross I had given her years ago was gone and a shiny steel collar with a ring hanging from its centre was in it’s place. Her hair was up, pulled tightly back from her face. She stood on display, she wanted to be looked at she wanted to be desired and everyone in the room did desire her, the bulges in jeans wanted to be in her, mouths wanted to taste her, hands wanted to touch her. The spikes dug further and deeper into my skin and only deepened the lust I felt, the pain was there but it was secondary to the heat that poured through me, the heat that wanted to touch, taste and penetrate her, to make love to her. The realisation that I was the least capable in the room of bringing her to the heights of ecstasy that she craved cooled the heat a little… a little!
My wife slowly turned, giving the men a 360 view of her body, her panties followed the perfect smooth shape of her buttocks, the ribbon binding her corset dropped in a bow into her lower back. One of the men let out an extended “Fuucckk” under there breath. Steve stood from where he’d sat on the bed and stepped towards her. His arms held her waist then, as he moved closer, followed up across her stomach and cupped her tits. She faced into the wardrobe door which acted as a mirror, reflecting as his mouth found her neck, she sexily dropped her head to on side, her eyes closed tight as she enjoyed his kiss. My wifes eyes opened as Steve continued nibbling at her, she looked through the glass, straight into my eyes. A slow blink as the sensation ran through her then back to me. “Position two Sasha, there!” she motioned with her hand. I kneeled, as I had earlier, in the corner of the room. Position two had only one difference, in position two I didn’t need to bow my head and was allowed freedom to look. My palms flat to the floor my back straight I watched as Steve ran his hands over my mistress. I saw as his hand slipped between her legs pushing them apart slightly so he could gain access to her freshly shaven pussy. Mistress was now sharing looks with each of the men through the reflections weighing up each, I imagined, looking at each of their bulges and assessing what they had to offer, as I could see all had more to offer than I. I heard a metallic click and mistresses soft gasp. I looked up back at her. The click was the snap of a leash being fixed onto the collar that adorned her neck. Her face was a picture of lust. She had been collared. For Steve she was submissive. My dominant was a slave to another man.
Steve tugged lightly on the leash around mistresses neck turning her toward him and led her towards where the others stood. Pulling down he directed her to kneel before them. John had already taken out his cock and was slowly wanking, Dave followed and was taking off his shoes and jeans before he stood holding a seven inch thick cock in front of her. John stepped forward and offered his dick which mistress almost dived onto, taking at least four inches first time before working her lips up and down his shaft, staining him with her lip gloss she was soon reaching her limit with seven inches hitting her throat. My wife reached up to take hold of Dave’s heavy package, she squeezed it in her fist, relishing its girth. Then slowly pulled back his foreskin revealing a deep purple head. Steve was now stripped, his semi hard cock was one of those that just looked perfect, he stood behind caressing her hair. Alex had taken off his shirt, shoes and socks, his body tanned, toned and smooth. He stood watching stroking himself through his jeans. The soft build up was interrupted when John groaned loudly, turning back to him I saw his balls tighten, his arse clenched then bucked forward, mistress frantically swallowed as he shot cum down her throat. John withdrew from her mouth, stretching the strings of white cum which hung from her lips. She moved forward to take his cock again and sucked hard as she backed off ensuring she kept every bit of cum, looking up at him she smiled and mouthed ‘Thank you’. Dave now moved into Johns place and presented his unsheathed bell end to her. Mistress leaned forward and licked off the glistening dew drop of pre cum that had formed. Savouring the taste first she then pushed her lips against him forcing them wide. I knew he was too big for her to take and push as she might she could only manage the head of Dave’s cock, soon realising this she swirled her tongue around him, wanking him. Steve was now kneeled behind her and his hand was between her legs clearly working fingers into one of her holes. My wife moaned as he worked at her and she was riding his fingers when Dave too exclaimed “Fuck..I’m gonna cum!”. Rather than slowing mistress sped up her hand action drawing her mouth back about 6 inches from his cock open wide her tongue ready to catch him.
The oysters!, my wife had never swallowed my cum, said she hated the taste and texture, and had always been put off oysters as she said “I bet they’re salty and slimy like cum!”. It seemed something had changed.. mistress now seemed happy swallowing both and, oddly, I was wondering which had come first, enjoying cum or the oysters?, when Dave’s cock shot the first jet of fluid into her waiting mouth quickly followed by a second, third and fourth. Smiling while holding his hot seed she tipped back her head and gulped down. Wiping her hand across her lips she looked up at Alex who was stood still stroking himself his cock still in his jeans, he didn’t move to her. She gazed at him, her eyes soft her lips wet, her mouth open inviting him to her when Steve tugged her back with the leash, helping her to her feet she turned and followed him onto the bed, climbing on, she allowed Steve to position her on her hands and knees. In the mirror I could see my wife’s panties were soaked and as Steve rubbed her his fingers glistened. Without ceremony Steve pushed his hard cock deep into her forcing the air from her lungs with a groan. Steve looked over at me and smiled as if to say ‘I just stuck my cock in your wife’, and he had. Steve’s bare cock was now inside my wife and she was pushing back meeting his thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against her as he fucked her deep. The first time she came on his cock she was quiet, stifling the noise, but I knew when she orgasmed.. even though I hadn’t made it happen often and never while fucking her. John, who had been wanking his cock back to full size now mounted the bed and lay before her, his thumb pushed his length up toward her face and she took him again, a steady purr came from deep in her chest as both men pummelled her.
“Swap?” Steve asked John after about fifteen minutes, “Fuck yeah I’m dying to get balls deep inside her.”. As they swapped Steve handed John a silver wrappered condom. “Rubber up!.. only I fuck her bare now!” Steve added looking over to me just to confirm that he meant me too. John fumbled a little but soon smoothed the rubber down his length. “Yeah” he growled as he plunged into her, she was already sucking on Steve so gave a muffled cry as he spread her pussy open. It wasn’t long before my wife came again, subjected to all eight inches of John’s cock and this time she let Steve from her mouth as she screamed, forcing herself back onto him, “Fuck me… fuck me…fuuucckk mmeeee” as she came over and over. I know how it feels, even with my tiny cock, when mistress cums she clamps tight and milks the cum out of you and I wasn’t surprised when John joined in crying out “Fuuckkk I’m cumming” and he did. He shot forward, his leg up, his thigh nearly resting on her back as he forced himself further into her. “Aaaarggghh…. Fucking horny bitch!”. Panting, he slowed his thrusts, sweat dripped from him onto her back, he twitched each time he forced a little more cum into her before dropping backwards onto the bed exhausted. John took a moment before reaching down and pulling the condom off. I hadn’t seen so much cum in a condom before and this was his second time in an hour. He tied the top and threw it, landing it between my thighs.
Mistress continued sucking Steve, looking up into his eyes as she swallowed his full length, her throat bulged each time she took him there. John had now gone over to a chair in the corner to recover as he watched the pair and Dave was semi hard and was eager to play again, Alex stood still half clothed, still rubbing himself casually, he seemed to be taking everything in and surveying the scene before him, then he moved. Alex unbuckled his belt, pulling it out through the loops on his jeans, each button he slowly and methodically twisted open before he gripped the tan denims and dropped them down. John was smiling, not at Alex… at me ! watching for my reaction. I looked back as Alex removed his tight, black shorts. John got my reaction! My eyes were wide, my mouth had dropped open and my pussy twitched. About six feet away from me the largest cock I have ever seen was hanging between Alex’s legs, it looked as thick as Dave’s but must’ve been eleven inches long. Alex took hold of his cock, it made his hand look small as he lifted it and slowly, very slowly began to wank himself. I watched as it began to stiffen, his hard body seemed to pulse as it pushed more blood into his cock making it rise. I’d heard that some men have problems getting erect due to their size but Alex wasn’t one, his cock had passed horizontal and was now at about 45 degrees to his body, he was circumcised and the head of his cock looked purple and angry. Steve was now looking over too and nodded to his mate directing him towards my wife’s pert arse. Alex stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, his eyes fixed on mistress’ pussy, before he moved over onto it. His hand gripped his cock and forced it down to meet her lips. The sight of this huge cock rubbing against her pussy lips, becoming slick with her juices was amazing, she moaned at his attention but I dreaded him going in, he was too big! He would surely hurt her.
Steve threw Alex a condom, tearing it open with his teeth then forcing it down over his prick, he only managed just past half way and this clearly amused him. He rubbed his cock against her again and then slowly slid into her. Mistress’ eyes were closed now and scrunched as she adjusted to the feeling inside her, she was being stretched both open and now deeper than she’d taken before. Just two inches of hard man meat were all that stopped his balls and light, trimmed pubes from meeting mistresses sex and I stared in disbelief as he started to fuck her. Each thrust Alex made was accompanied by a noise from mistress that I can’t describe, maybe like someone being winded. Steve’s hand was on her head and he pushed himself deeper too, into her throat, holding her there for a few seconds then releasing allowing her chance to catch half a breath before pushing again. “Good girl” he said “Take that cock, you fucking love it don’t you, you dirty slut?” Mistress nodded her eyes still closed, her face glowing red, the veins in her neck bulged. Alex had now got his rhythm and was fucking faster without the pauses he had taken earlier. Alex drew back his hand then, with a crack, he landed his palm on her buttock leaving an immediate handprint in red against her pale skin. Again he slapped, and again, as mistress squealed, pushing back against him I could see her pussy lips each time he withdrew, red and inflamed they gripped his shaft tightly. Steve pulled his cock from her mouth and she drew breath deep into her lungs, she was crying out each time he pushed in then inhaling as he came out. “The belt” Alex asked and Steve jumped off the bed, taking Alex’s belt from the floor and handed it to him. Wrapping the buckle in his hand and looping the brown leather belt on itself dropped back so only a couple of inches of his cock stayed inside her he then brought his arm back again before swinging it down onto her buttocks Crack! it hit her, her eyes flew open, his hand flipped over and Crack! the belt hit her other cheek making her lurch forward off his cock. Alex picked up the leash attached to her collar and pulling her back he plunged his dripping, rubbered dick back into her hole.
“Yeah you bitch you fucking love my cock don’t you?” he demanded “You haven’t had a real fucking dick there before have you?” “Tell me you love my massive cock!”. Mistress eyes were bloodshot, her head pulled back tears washed the mascara in streams down her face, interrupted by each violent thrust mistress voice croaked out “Ye-e-es-s S-s-sir i-i-i l-o-ove yo-yo-our M-m-mas-ss-ive c-c-cock!” “Good girl..” Alex replied “..I fucking knew you loved it”. “Now on your back!” Mistress dropped forward flipping herself onto her back, she pulled up her legs and spread them wide apart giving up her swollen pussy to Alex. Alex took a moment, then moved forward pushing straight through her his dick pushing open, spreading her lips, stretching them again and there it was! Alex’s giant cock was now fully embedded in my wife, my beautiful wife had a strangers eleven inch cock deep inside her for the first time (that I knew of) and from her moans, the deep red around her chest and neck and the way she looked at him, probably not the last.
As they fucked, my wife and Alex’s body became one, They brought their bodies together, closer, he dropped himself down onto her, her legs wrapped around his tanned, muscled back her arms around his strong shoulders clawing at him, leaving red trails speckled with ruby droplets of blood. They kissed, the exertion of a hard fuck made their faces wet with sweat and I imagined the salty taste as their tongues probed together. Mistress was pulling him deeper with her legs as she came, every inch of her body tensed, her finger nails dug into him, her eyes scrunched tight, every muscle taut her teeth gritted as wave after wave of orgasm ran through her overwhelming her.
Mistress relaxed, she opened her eyes as she released him from her grip, panting, flushed red, in disbelief at the experience she’d just been given her eyes rolled in pure ecstasy she was limp. She didn’t, or couldn’t speak. Her chest heaved still trying to recover her breath. “Jesus”…softly spoken “f-f-uck” as her body convulsed as a ripple of pleasure rolled across her.
Back in the room, still panting, mistress lifted her head to look around her her eyes met Steve’s and she gave him one of those crazy smiles, stood by him was Dave, his thick cock now hard again, John stood the other side of the bed and he too was wanking his turgid member. Alex hadn’t cum yet and was still hard inside her. “Want to go on top?” he asked, laughing. That crazed smile came back “Yes please!” she answered like his question was stupid. “yes”.
Alex lay down, propping up his head with a pillow. My wife straddled him before reaching behind taking his cock and directing it back into her pussy, as she did this she looked right at me, mascara staining her cheeks, her eyes softened to closed as she slipped down back onto him, a soft growl as she took him deep. The other three men moved towards the bed, climbing onto it and offering their hard shafts. Mistress took hold of Dave in one hand and John in the other holding them tight, “My mouth” she purred at Steve and he quickly stood on the bed and placed his cock to her lips she kissed the tip before opening up and letting him in. As Dave sucked one of her nipples and John found mistresses clit with a finger she wanked them both, slowly grinding on Alex’s cock, Steve slowly fucked her mouth. I watched mistress satisfying four men at once, and being satisfied herself!, for the next twenty minutes. My view was frustrating as I was still in ‘position two’ and Dave’s back obscured my view but I knew she had cum on Alex’s cock twice more, I could tell from her moans. Dave was now pushing his hips forward and his arse cheeks were tensing I knew he would cum soon, he stood and Steve stood down from the bed, Dave pushed his huge cock head into her mouth and she sucked and licked for all she was worth before he took control took his cock from her mouth and started wanking furiously. He tipped back her head and mistress opened her mouth wide, her tongue held out ready. With a groan and a buck of his hips Dave shot five streams of thick cum over my wife’s face and into her mouth, the first shot right up hitting her forehead, some near her eye. John was next and he too held her mouth open as he wanked. At the point of no return John placed his cock an inch from her mouth and he emptied his balls straight into her mouth. She swallowed him. Steve had moved behind her and he pushed her forward onto Alex’s chest. He squirted liquid from a bottle to his hand, reached down and deposited the lubricant onto mistress’ arse hole before pushing his middle finger inside. Shock and disbelief are the only emotions that come near what I felt, in fifteen years together I had teased her bum, she’d begrudgingly taken a finger and even let me put my little dick there but only briefly, every time I’d tried she’d moved away, hesitated, never letting me there completely. As Steve pushed a second finger into her she actually pushed back against him and moaned out loud! He fucked her with his fingers opening her tight hole, twisting his hand to stretch her, pushing in then retracting, her moaning increased to a low growl.
When Steve positioned himself behind her I knew what was happening, I knew that he was going to fuck her there, in the arse, while Alex was already deep inside her. As he pushed his eight-inch cock through her ring she growled more, and pushed back! Steve held her there, giving time for his lover to relax around his hard shaft. Slowly, carefully, he eased back a little before pushing back in till his balls met Alex’s both stretching my wife’s holes tight, both with their hard cocks deep inside her, both ready to fuck her senseless. My wife’s face was adorned with strings of cum, her eyes closed, tensed as she came to terms with the nineteen inches that invaded her, biting her lip I know she would be tasting that cum, she joined in the movements pushing in then pulling out as she rocked back and forth. Mistress looked at me or through me?, it was as though she didn’t see me her face showing no particular sign of recognition, just some pain, but more sheer pleasure. Over the next twenty minutes or so Steve, Alex and my wife were one, connected in their mutual goal… to cum!. Mistress writhed as they fucked her, she came on their cocks, each time bringing them close but they held off to fuck her more, to make her cum more. Still on my knees, still in position two, I watched as they pistoned in and out of her, sometimes they thrusted together sometimes they were on opposite strokes, each time an orgasm washed over her they held together deep in her bringing her to her peak. Her moans, shouts and cries now interspersed with words I hadn’t heard from her before, she begged them to stop, fuck her harder, slower, faster, to cum. Their cocks glistened in the low light, their veins protruding, full with blood, they squelched together, wet skin on wet skin slapping together, the air was filled with noises of sex, hard raw sex and the smells of the same, hot latex, mistresses cum, sweat… all filled my nostrils.. intoxicating. Steve and Alex increased their speed and stroke length building up, all getting close to that moment they would all share. Faster they fucked, Mistress bucked back against them as they pounded her pussy, faster, like a perfectly engineered machine, it’s every part moving just on time, back, forth, in, out .. their lithe bodies a mass of strain, tension, heat. Mistress was first, her low growl built, her body began to convulse, the growl turned to a “Fuuuuuckkk!”, then screaming out as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. Alex followed, his hips pushing up, pushing his massive cock deep into her, lifting her, he shot his load inside her, short sharp thrusts each spurt. Steve was hammering her and as Alex relaxed back to the bed his buttocks clenched and he unloaded into her arse, bare he was filling mistress with his seed, hot milky cum deep in her, a smile of satisfaction formed briefly on Mistresses face before the tension returned as she came again before collapsing onto Alex. The pile of bodies heaved as they drew breath together. Steve pulled his softening cock from her and at this angle I could just see as his cum poured from her. Mistress lifted her hips from Alex and eased him from her, the cum filled rubber slapped back against his stomach, he grinned at her, giving her a light slap on her bum. She climbed off him, rolling over and onto her back where her breasts heaved as she pulled air into her lungs. Alex pulled off the condom, tying it and, as John had before, threw it at me, hitting me square in the face it dropped to my side. They all laughed. I kept position two as they all dressed, before Steve told me they’d have coffee in the lounge.. affirming the instruction with “Now! …faggot”.
Jeffery was still in the kitchen and chuckled to himself while he poured hot water into the cafetiere. The silver tray was loaded up with cups and saucers, sugar and a cream jug and I followed his directions to the lounge where I found my wife and her sex partners all relaxing on a large dark brown leather U- shaped sofa. “She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?” Mistress asked and all agreed. “Shame she hasn’t had any cock, she must be so horny seeing all you men!” she laughed. Mistress was cuddled in to Steve and she whispered something to him which made him smirk. Steve got up and left the room as I was pouring the coffee.
“Position one sissy!” mistress demanded. I dropped back to my knees, head bowed. I expected to wait still in this position for ages again while the friends enjoyed their coffee, mistress had other plans. The position only allowed about a three-foot square view of the thick, beige carpet. I could hear a few murmurings and some laughs and wondered what was happening but conceded my position didn’t allow. Two feet appeared in my ‘square’, black shoes!, those comfy black shoes with thick soles that the elderly wore when appearance had become secondary. The shoes moved nearer, I heard a zip drawn. “Sissy!.. head up, be good!” I raised my eyes up the short stocky legs to the hairy, unkempt flaccid cock positioned just in front of my face. I knew, you know…. It was Jeffrey! He looked down at me his old eyes lit up, the sneer on his face indicated that he was to have his reward, probably his first contact in years. I looked over to mistress, my eyes sought mercy, “Be Good!” she grinned back at me. “The meal was lovely Jeffrey… enjoy her!”. “Thank you” he replied and he pushed forward his hips so his ugly cock met my lips. I tentatively opened my mouth and, grimacing, I took him in. Sucking softly, disgusted at being forced to suck this old man my thoughts whirled, none of them nice. Jeffrey was growing slowly in my mouth as my tongue flicked around his foreskin as he rocked back and forth. After a minute or two his cock had grown and was now nearly fully hard. I had decided to try and focus on what I was doing and not to whom I was doing it. Now about six inches and fat, Jeffrey’s cock was fucking my mouth. Jeffrey made dirty little grunts as he fucked and I just wanted him finished so, swirling my tongue around him, I went faster and as deep as he could get, his grey pubes hitting my face each time. Jeffrey took hold each side of my face and forced himself hard into my mouth, his short little thrusts dislodging sweat from his brow which dripped down onto my forehead. With a final thrust and more of a squeal than a groan he pumped his cum into my mouth. I swallowed. “ Thanks sweetheart.” he said as he took his wilting prick back, laughing. He tucked himself back into his off-white Y-fronts and fastened up his trousers as he left the room.
The night wore on and I had served coffee three times before Steve, my wife and I were left alone, the others having left for home. “Ready for home?” mistress asked me. “Yes Mistress” I replied, tired. “You can go then, get some sleep….” “But..b..but”, “…I’m staying the night Steve wants to fuck some more and I can’t get enough of his hard thick cock…It’s lovely isn’t it Sasha?” “Yes mistress.. it is mistress” I replied still in shock I was being sent home alone to our bed while she shared her lovers.
As we approached the stairs Steve took my wife’s hand and she followed him up the stairs “Let yourself out” he said. “Goodnight”.
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