Threesome

by Little Tom

 

We were both nervous and excited, astounded that we were going to do what we'd actually managed to talk about. Ours was a good relationship, sound, but not perfect. The main disappointment to both of us was sex. We'd talked and talked and talked about it, but somehow we never made it quite work.

That's not to say we couldn't have good enjoyable sex, we could. What we struggled with was getting things going. Finding out when both of us were in the mood and everything clicked. It really fell apart after we had kids, months could go by without us making love.

Funny thing was we still both loved and desired each other. There was no question of us breaking up, even apart from the kids neither of us were interested in that. So, in all our talking about sex, one of us had managed to say that a threesome could be fun. There it had sat in the bed between us for the longest time, until Ros actually made the next move. She quietly one night said that if I could stand another man in the bed, she might possibly, though not if I objected in any way, find that... interesting.

So, after some hemming and hawing and laying down of ground rules we'd ended up with this night. The kids in bed, thank God they were sound sleepers and a stranger about to arrive for a drink and maybe something more. We'd checked him out closely and it turned out he liked doing it with couples because he was able to provide a clean police check and doctors letter certifying himself 'clean'.

Neither of us was quite sure what would happen, we hadn't quite been up to talking about that. I hoped I'd be able to join with him in making love to my wife and driving her mad with pleasure. I was half willing to stand and watch so long as Ros had fun and I was able to jump her bones after.

So here we sat, sharing a bottle of wine to loosen ourselves up as we waited. I was dressed in a smart shirt and trousers, my wife in as sexy a dress as she would wear. One of the few disappointments of my life was that, happy as she would walk around nude or semi dressed in front of me, she was very conservative in what she wore out of the house. Still, she looked great. Despite two kids and things not being as firm as they once were I loved her body.

The bell rang; we both jumped up from the sofa, then stared at each other until the bell rang again. Taking her hand we went and opened the door. In walked... him. Good looking, thirty something, not dressed overly different from me. He carried a big black leather bag and I wondered what he brought along? A change of clothes for after?

He and I shook hands, then he gently kissed my wife's cheek and complimented her on her looks. She blushed but was obviously pleased. We led him into the living room and I poured him a drink. A bit oddly he sat on the sofa opposite us.

"I'll start off. This is your night, but it's also mine. I'm here to open your minds, hopefully way beyond what you could have imagined. You've been clear about your ground rules and I accept them. I'm clean, I promise to be the soul of discretion and I'm not into sex which hurts or damages. Well, sex that really hurts rather than hurts good." My wife clutched my hand. That struck a cord with her?

"Here's my rules." He looked me in the eye. "I'm here for sex with your wife. Not with you and not sharing her with you. That means you watch. Worse, I want to make sure all you do is watch. You stand at the sidelines with your hands tied over your head and your mouth gagged."

My wife spoke up, "I'm not sure..."

He held a hand up, "Look, like you know I've done this before. Men fall into one of three categories. If we're lucky he's easy going, really loves you and above all wants to make sure you come out of this happy and radiant." He held up his hand again when it was clear I wanted to interject and assure everyone that's what I wanted. "The second type of man thinks he's the first, but once we get into it finds he's actually jealous, usually insanely jealous. That's not good."

"The third gets into it and finds he's really truly a submissive and gets off as much by seeing his wife used without his say as he does by her getting pleasured. By binding you up I make sure we win whatever you turn out to be. If you're the first, then you really won't mind and you'll put up with the humiliation because you love your wife. If you're the second, then it teaches you both a lesson with no hard feelings on any side. If you're the third then you learn something completely new about yourself and the two of you move on into a new world."

"It's my rule and if you don't agree we shake hands and I leave now."

I sat there as my wife clutched my hand. It was clear this was my decision and she wasn't going to try to influence me. Still, by the way she was clutching my hand it was clear that she wanted to go for this.

"All right, okay..." She kissed my cheek.

"Okay, rule one is passed. I've got more. Second, though I won't involve you in the sex I might want to increase your humiliation just to test you, part of this is proving yourself to your wife. You agree to be bound you're also agreeing to being helpless and in my control. I won't hurt you, but you might not like it. Then again, you might..."

"No sex right? I'm not gay."

He laughed, "Don't worry, it's not your ass I plan on fucking tonight." She gasped and I went still, but then we both laughed. That is what we were here for. "Third rule and this one's for you." He was looking at her now. "Tonight, you're mine. What I say goes, what I want, you do.

No hesitation, no saying no. You of course retain the right to stop anything we do, but if you do I walk out then and there."

"You... won't hurt me?"

He smiled, "No... well not more than's good for you."

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that."

"I promise, no cuts, no scrapes, no broken bones. A few bruises or a twisted ankle from a new position I don't guarantee."

She laughed, "Uhmmm, if he's tied up and can't agree to my being bound in any way. That just wouldn't be safe."

"No problem, the B&D is just for your husband. You... just get fucked... hard." I looked at her and the way her pupils had gone big. This was getting to her already. "Are we agreed?"

We looked at each other and she stroked my cheek, softly asking if I was really okay with this. "Yes, just don't expect this to end when he's done. I'm likely going to have a long hard go at you myself."

Her eyes glowed; I'd never talked to her like that. "I'll be expecting it."

"Okay," he was pulling something out of his bag. "This is for you and you put it on him. If he's getting all tied up, its his wife that's going to do it to him." He'd thrown over a pair of padded leather write cuffs. Nervously I put out my hands and she equally nervous strapped them around my hands. With the last click it was like there was this bong in my head. "Tell him to stand over here and put his hands over his head."

I felt a bit funny and thought I should say something, but she grinned, "Stand over here darling, lets tie you up!"

Silently I stood and walked towards her. It was like when she spoke to me there was absolutely no way I could not do what she said. Even saying that it was clear there were bounds, my mind was testing at what felt like new paths in my brain. There were things she could tell me to do and I would do, other things I could do or not do as I felt. Weird. I thought I should say something, but I knew I hadn't been talked to, hadn't a reason to speak.

I put my hands out as she clipped my wrists together with a d-ring attached to a thin rope. I looked up and saw it looped through a hook I'd never noticed in the ceiling before. Funny how you could live in a place for years, but never notice little details like that.

He pulled the rope up, lifting my arms tight up above my head. With a grin he went back to that bag and pulled something made of black leather out.

He showed it to my wife and after giggling she threw me a wicked grin. "We're going to make you look lovely darling!" She held up what turned out to be a leather face mask tooled on the outside to look like a pretty woman's face, complete with a long thin neck.

I was dumbfounded. They wanted to put that on me? She walked up and stroked my cheek. "I kind of get what he means now. It's a bit of a turn on humiliating you just a bit. I promise I'll make it up to you. You can return the favour in spades. So, you'll let me put this on?"

I paused for a minute, thinking hard. That wasn't the question I wanted to answer. I didn't want this anymore. Something was wrong, but I wasn't quite sure what. Yet I had to answer her question. I had to; it was a driving need building up inside me.

"Yes." I didn't want her to, but there was no question that I'd let her do it.

She gave me a hard kiss to the lips, then mouthed, "I love you." I watched the inside of the mask approach me like it was my doom. Oddly the inside was as intricately tooled as the outside had been, just in reverse. It looked too small, too tight. I wasn't sure how it would fit me.

She was behind me, pulling it up. As it touched me it felt warm, almost like skin. Sure enough it was hard and fit up against me face uncomfortably. The discomfort increased as she did up what felt like the complicated lacing.

I started to panic. It was too tight, but worse it started to feel like by face was melting into the new shape. I could actually feel my cheekbones, jaw and neck shift to mould to the outline of the new face!

I didn't know what was happening, but with me jaw held tightly and the small bit that had entered my mouth with the mask I couldn't make a sound.

I looked at my wife, feeling panicked and scared. She clearly thought nothing was wrong because she giggled, stroked my cheek and kissed my leather-clad cheek. "You look marvellous!" Then laughed again.

He, whatever he was, laughed as well, then handed her a long thin steel rod with two more padded cuffs at each end. "To make him completely helpless."

She took it, wide eyed, then dropped to her knees and spreading my feet did up the cuffs around my ankles. By her flushed cheeks I could tell she was really turned on. I was scared shitless, but was now totally helpless. I could barely move I was spread top to bottom so tight and the mask ensured I couldn't make a sound.

Then came an even more shocking moment. He looked me straight in the eyes as she stood up, turned her by the shoulders, then put his lips to hers. This was what I had dreamed about, but I was shocked out of it when I felt lips press against mine.

My mind sort of disengaged, I couldn't make sense of what was happening. I was standing, bound, alone. Across from me this stranger was kissing my wife hard. There was no one in front of my eyes. Yet I felt lips pressed in a hard kiss against me!

His eyes locked on to mine over her shoulder. Just as they did I felt a tongue, a tongue that tasted of leather, slip between my lips. Was I dreaming? I could certainly feel the light stretching pain in my arms and shoulders, so this wasn't a dream. It certainly was unreal though.

As I watched him kiss my wife I felt lips against mine. Felt a tongue hotly probe my mouth. What sacred me even more was the growing realization that the feel of those phantom lips seemed to match how he was kissing my wife.

He broke away. "Now to get you dressed my little vixen."

Her voice was a bit breathless, a bit uncertain. "You don't like what I'm wearing?"

He smiled and looked down into her eyes. "It's fine, sexy even, for a night out at the cinema. Tonight though is about sex and I want you dressed in something that will please me."

He turned and pulled out and elegant box. "Go upstairs and put these things on." She took the box, smiled with an amazed look on her face at each of us in turn and then literally skipped out of the room.

He came over and locked his eyes on mine, "Scared yet?"

I nodded, once and hard.

"Don't be, just relax and enjoy the ride."

He turned back to his bag and humming some tune got a few things out. First, another elegant box to match the one my wife had just. Next he pulled out a large and wicked pair of scissors, frightening me down to my toes.

Next came out a folded blanket that when unfolded turned out to be a huge fur rug that couldn't have fit in his bag. This was really freaking me out. Finally he just stripped out of his clothes, flopped on his sofa with one of our discarded glasses of wine and checked out the room.

With an almost sick fascination I checked his body out. I had to admit, he was fit and trim. There wasn't an ounce of fat or a single hair and he sported a well defined chest and six pack stomach. What made my eyes bulge was his cock. Mine was no slouch at seven inches, but this was the size of my erect cock soft. He was going to bust her in two!

Despite all the weirdness, the thought of that made my heart race. I felt completely turned on and was slightly puzzled that I wasn't hard.

We just stayed that way for a while, totally silent bar the remote sounds of her moving around above us. At one point I knew exactly what she was doing when I felt the play of brushes on my eye lashes cheeks and lips. I don't know how I felt what was happening to her face, but I did.

It was shortly after that when the sound of tapping came down the hall and stairs. The door opened and my breath caught. It was her, but more than her. She was straight out of my fantasies.

What caught me first was how she was dressed. How I'd always wished she'd dress like this. On top was a loose red short silk dress, more of a slip really. Plus, it was almost transparent with strips of mesh and translucent silk running through it.

It was what was visible underneath that really turned me on. My wife was a white cotton M&S girl. She wasn't in that now. Around her chest was a perfect silk and mesh bustier giving her an impressive cleavage. Around her hips I caught the glimpse of a matching suspender belt holding up gorgeous tights. There was just a hint of tiny knickers under there and her feet were clad in real fuck me stilettos.

How come I never could get her to dress like this and this bastard walks in and she sluts right up? She stood there dressed like I'd always dreamed she'd dress, looking nervous and happy and... Glowing.

"Drink!" He called out.

She walked by only flashing me the barest grin. It was then my sense of weirdness returned. That chest wasn't my wife's. It was too perfect, too big. There was no possible hint of stuffing, yet those were D cups, possibly bigger and my wife had slightly drooping A cups...

When she bent over to pore him some wine the ass revealed by the raise of her dress confirmed it. I loved my wife's ass, but it was admittedly getting a bit loose with a touch of cellulite. Hell, she'd had two kids. This ass was perfect, unblemished and heart shaped. Framed by those suspenders, split by a thong, it made me want to cry. To get on my knees and worship. Then my heart skipped a beat.

That thong was thin with no gusset. It was skin tight to the most beautiful pussy with absolutely no pubes. Somehow she'd been changed, made into my fantasy woman, but she was going to make out with someone else. It was heartbreaking and a complete turn on at the same time. What scared me is that she seemed completely oblivious to her changes.

"Now, you have one task left before we have fun. Your husband isn't humiliated enough. You're going to cut the clothes off his body, then dress him up as a girly to match that face. Whaddya say?"

She laughed, then walked over to me, "So, should I do what he asked?"

She's asked the right question! I violently shook my head, suddenly relieved that we were going to get out of this.

She laughed again, "Too bad, because I'm going to make you into my little bitch so you can sit and watch me get fucked."

She turned and with a skip went and got those huge scissors. It didn't take long before I was nude and it was an experience I wouldn't want to repeat.

The whisper of cold steel against bare flesh was terrifying. Down on her knees, where I had always wanted her she lifted my still limp dick. The look of disappointment killed me.

"Don't worry babe. He's yours totally. Just tell him to get hard..."

She smiled sadly and said, "Get hard darling." Suddenly I had the most painfully hard erection. Her look of joy made me whole again.

Her hand reached out for me, "Ah ahh, he's off limits tonight. Dress him up."

She giggled again, I was beginning to hate that.

She came back holding up a black silk corset. I began to get scared again. She grinned and walked around me holding it up to my chest. I shivered as it brushed up against me. Then shivered again as I felt her hands begin to do up the first buckle.

Again it was tight, too tight. I wanted to scream as I felt my flesh shift and move under the harsh silky fabric. It was happening again, my flesh moulding to the shape of my constricting prison.

I looked down and screamed with no noise as my chest expanded to fill the large breast cups. My wife just hummed off tune to herself as she went and got a wide suspender belt and did it up tightly around my waist. Again I felt my flesh and bones shifting. It didn't hurt, but God it was disconcerting.

All this was in silence bar my wife humming a happy tune. Next she knelt at my feet and undoing one cuff, began to roll a stocking up my legs. I could feel my feet and calves shrink and reshape. Also I could tell my hair shrivelled and disappeared. The final soft touch of the silky stocking against this new skin was intoxicating.

She redid up the cuff, then did up the next leg. The same weird shit happened and I couldn't understand why she didn't notice.

When she was standing she accidentally bumped my still raging hard-on.

It sent a ripple of pleasure up my spine.

She turned to him with. Slightly puzzled slightly disgusted look on her face. "He's still hard. Does this mean he's gay or something?" Her face twisted up, "That would explain a lot."

He burst out laughing hard. "I can assure you your husband is one hundred percent heterosexual. The mere thought of getting it on with another man makes his stomach turn doesn't it girlie?" I nodded my head emphatically; glad to be answering a question I wanted to answer. "You just haven't told him to go soft yet. He's actually a very obedient little boy now."

She turned to me looking very uncertain, "All right, go soft."

It was like I'd been punched in the stomach and the air in my lungs woofed out through my nostrils as my cock slackened. I was still incredibly horny. She looked at me with a wicked grin as her hand stroked my softness.

"So, I should've bossed you around a little more hmm?" The grin turned a little disappointed when I didn't respond. Couldn't respond frankly, despite all my inner coercions now I didn't know the answer to that question.

She went over and picked up a pair of black spiked heels. "He won't fit in these!"

Again that laugh, "They're deceptive. Try them, you'll see."

Sure enough, they fit though I felt my feet bones flow to mould to the new constricting shape. Once they were both on I expected to wobble, especially with my feet spread wide, but once again my body seemed to have changed and I felt perfectly comfortable in the spikes.

Next was something I dreaded, knickers. She held up a tiny piece of black fabric with four ties. As she did them up around my knees it was clear it was a thong pair barely big enough to hold me. I didn't want to know how this would change me.

With another giggle she held my softness between my legs and pulled them up. I could hear myself whimper deep in my throat as the thin silk obscenely cupped me. She pulled the sides up to my hips with a flourish as I felt my flesh change both inside and out. With a certain dread I knew I now looked like she had when shed bent over to serve him a drink.

I could feel the tears wet the inside of my mask as she skipped over to pick up the dress. It was made to tie around me at the back and she was humming happily as she did it up. Again I could feel my body making a few final shifts as my arms, shoulders and hips changed.

I realized my eyes had been closed when I opened them. They looked out to a lower point on the opposite wall and I could feel my body redistributed in a thousand tiny ways. Why I didn't know, nor did I really want to know, but I was going to find out.

Her hand slid around my waist as she walked towards him. "He looks far too good, sure you don't want sex with him?" She asked playfully.

"Absolutely positive. He's still a man and does interest me in the least. Come here bitch, let's have some fun." He was patting to sofa beside him.

I could tell from her body language that she was suddenly hesitant, unsure. Had it finally turned from fun to horror for her like it had for me? I barely dared hope until it was dashed as she slowly sat down beside him

He gently put an arm along the back of the sofa, not touching her. Bastard knew how to seduce women that was for sure. Then he slowly reached out to turn her face towards him.

Bizarrely I could feel the fingers on my cheek, but felt no pressure to turn my face. I watched, waiting in horror as their lips grew near. The kiss, when it came was tender. It made me shiver with both lust and horror.

Then I felt a hand lightly land on my leg. One of his had just touched hers. I looked down confused and saw the light indentation of fingers on my stocking encased leg

I groaned deep in my throat, in pure terror, as I saw that outline of a hand slowly trail up my leg. How could this be happening, what was happening? I looked up to watch them. This should have been incredibly exciting for me and in a very perverse way it was. Yet it was also horrifying, as something impossible was happening. As I watched my wife be seduced by this unknown man, I felt everything that he was doing to her. His lips on her lips pressed down on mine with a taste of leather, his hand slowly teasingly sliding up her leg was doing the same to me.

Something else had changed too, I had a new sense. Once I realised it was there my mind flipped it into a series of dials. One rated her horniness and that one was up at the top of the scale. The other rated pleasure and it was slowly building at the bottom of the scale. The

third rated pain, but in a scary way. There was a red line halfway up that I somehow knew showed where it changed from pleasure enhancing pain to real pain.

As his other hand joined the fray, slipping downwards from her shoulder my attention shifted back to watching, but always I could instinctively sense her pleasure at the back of my mind.

As his hand slipped under her dress at the top, his finger beginning to play with the ridge of that sexy bra, I looked down and tried to jump way from my skin as I saw another outline of a hand.

She then tried to reciprocate, lifting a hand to his chest, but he stopped her. His eyes locked on mine, he said, "No pet, relax, do nothing..."

She smiled and lay back as his fingers continued playing her like a violin. Sex was one of the very few times she let herself truly relax.

The horrible thing was, I felt this changed body of mine react to what he was doing. Not in complete sympathy with what was happening to my wife, but not far off. His fingers on my leg, tracing the top of the stockings, sent tingles up my spine. As his other hand gently shifted the cup our bras down I couldn't believe the flood of sensations. How did women not play with their breasts all the time? Yet at the same time I was hating it, desperately wanting this aberration to stop.

The bastard was a tease, for agonising minute after minute he played, never touching anything sensitive like a nipple or a pussy, but coming so close. It was a stew of sensations, a finger sliding along the juncture of leg to pelvis, the tease of a hand gently cupping a full breast, a tongue probing mouth and ear.

Then all of a sudden he shifted. Showing incredible strength his lifted her over his lap, flipped up that dress, spanked her hard five times, then went all gentle again. It sent her over the edge and me too, in a hard way. She convulsed in an orgasm at the same time I felt one rip

through me. It was the same, yet different from a cum from my cock. There was that rush of pleasure, yet it had that edge of pain. She didn't have a chance to fight, but went limp over his lap as his hands changed from pain to gentle stroking again.

"A good one?" and I could have ripped the smirk off his face.

"I... God..." She couldn't respond, but groaned as his hand slid over that perfect ass.

He lifted her back into the sitting position and her mouth sought his, hungry, but he stopped her, forcing her to lay back, not violently, but not giving her an option either. He kept up his gentle teasing, again not touching anything.

The next shift was when his hand at her breast suddenly shifted and inch and pinched the nipple hard. It sent her into another orgasm and me too. Then he put his mouth down and started to gentle such the engorged nub of flesh. I almost passed out with the waves of sensation from his mouth. I'd always had sensitive nipples, but this was orders of magnitude different. Wave after wave of gentle pleasure flowed throw me and I could tell another orgasm was building, but a different one entirely. Not brought on by pain.

This dichotomy of sensations, feeling the ache in my arms and legs as I hung there, yet feeling the conflicting shift of hands and mouth on my body was bending my mind. I no longer knew what to think and was filled with terror, fear and lust.

After bringing her and me, off on two gentle orgasms by concentrating his hands and mouth on her breasts he shifted again. After sitting up and teasing her for a while a hand suddenly slapped up between her legs. I convulsed in another painful wave of pleasure. She was laughing and crying at the same time. No teasing this time, his hand roughly pushed down the front of her knickers and crudely probed her. My conscious mind shut down for an eternity as I felt hands doing something to me that was impossible. There were no words to describe what I felt. The English language didn't have anything to use for the feel of a finger on a clit, or pushing up a vagina.

She was begging him to stop and begging him to not stop. He held her firmly to the sofa, one hand between her legs the other at her chest. So he continued, alternatively gentle and hard, pinching or slapping her bottom, roughly probing her pussy or gently stroking the lips. I saw it all and felt it all. I hated it for so many reasons, but couldn't deny the rush of pleasure in so many flavours this changed body was experiencing.

After God knows how long, an hour, two, he suddenly stood up and stepped back. She had been increasingly pleading, even begging him to fuck her. For the first time in my life I understood that plea. It was like a dull ache and incredibly good ache, deep in my belly that wanted to be filled. I feared that ache, because it could only be filled by one thing.

She was sprawled inelegantly on the sofa. Somewhere along all this she had lost both dress and bra. He just stood there, looking at his finger nails and said, "Suck me."

Blow jobs were not her favourite thing, not by a long shot. I could count on one hand the number I'd received over the years and would have one finger left over. The one and only time she'd let me cum in her mouth it had been an accident and she spat everything out on my belly.

This time she jumped from the sofa onto her knees at his feet. Her hands eagerly reached out for him, but he grabbed her wrists. "No, only use your mouth. I want your hands still at your side."

She looked puzzled, but then smiled and slowly moved her head forward. As her mouth opened I felt my own jaw slowly split despite using every ounce of will to keep it shut. I had no control over the muscles of my face, even my tongue started moving by itself.

More than anything this horrified me. Giving head to me was the ultimate degradation for a man. It was making yourself completely compliant to another man's need without any reciprocity. It was subjugation.

As the huge tip grazed her lip I felt a brush on mine. I don't know how, but this magic made me feel it. She used her lower lip to lift him into her mouth and I felt the head slip past my lips onto my tongue. It tasted of warm leather, but had a shape that could only be a cock. I wanted to crumple up and die, but instead had to hang there and endure a quickly hardening cock enter my mouth.

"Now, suck on it gently, hollow your cheeks to give me more stimulation." He began to instruct her and she was clearly eager to learn. "Do you feel my pleasure?"

Her eyes went wide, but she nodded around where he entered her. I did too, another little set of dials pinged up in the back of my mind. He kept talking, calmly slowly, getting her to do depraved things with her mouth and tongue. Once, when he was having her let the tip slide along the inside of her cheek I looked down to see a bugle form on the inside of mine as well. I cried again.

Some time later, when she was clearly itching to do more he stopped her. "Need some relief huh? Let me teach you a simple trick very few women know about. Close your eyes and concentrate on your pussy. Feel your clit and the muscles around it. Try to clench and relax just right there."

Suddenly I felt little muscles moving down there. It was like there was a hood around that sensitive nub his fingers had been so excellently playing before. The hood started to contract and relax, gently massaging the clit. It was a very delicate, but lovely sensation.

Her eyes where closed, but mine weren't. He started to move in rhythm with those little clenches. Each time he thrust just a little into her mouth, but didn't pull back all the way. Inch by inch he went deeper and deeper into her mouth. In complete time I felt the monster in my own mouth go deeper. I expected to gag, but didn't. Instead it slowly wormed down my throat all in time to those lovely feelings down below.

He was making her deep throat him! I should have been enthralled, excited to watch it, instead I was disgusted, nauseous, but also feeling a building pleasure this body wouldn't let me deny. It built and built until when his belly brushed her nose she convulsed in another shattering orgasm. Her eyes went wide as she suddenly realised what had happened.

Taking advantage of the moment he gripped her head hard. I could feel steel fingers on my own scalp. With a fluid motion he pulled back until the tip was just in my, her mouth, then thrust deep again. It was horrible and it was heaven. I watched her hands reach up to clutch at her own breasts, felt fingers on mine and amazingly felt the weight of silky skin in my own hands that were still encased far above my head.

My mind felt like it was breaking by the conflicting sensations. I was standing there bound and I was kneeling getting my face fucked. None of this could be happening but it was.

Again he would switch tack, from roughly fucking her face to slowing and teaching her new ways of pleasing him. She was clearly close to delirious, but still did everything he said.

Then, is another twist, he pulled out, roughly flipped her onto her belly, yanked up her hips and the same time as one hand put his full weight down between her shoulder blades and stopped.

"Ready to be fucked?"

Her shout was loud enough to bring the walls down, "Yes!"

Again, though his hands held her firmly not allowing her to move, he teased. He slowly pulled his cock back, letting every inch graze the top of her crease. I could feel a long hardness slowly pulling along the small of my own back and shivered in dread. When the tip started to slide into that crease he went slower.

It glided down the crack of her ass. Lower and lower until the slick tip touched the rim of her/my ass. He was stopping there. I wanted to shout, but couldn't.

She was moaning slowly, "No... no... not there... no..." but the pressure started to build. I felt that big hardness ready to enter where I never wanted to be entered.

It started to push in, then with a blast of pain that went over her red line and ripped up my spine, he was in. For a minute, maybe longer, he just held there. Time had little meaning for me, knowing I'd been speared by a magical false cock. I should have been over the moon to see my wife getting done. All I could concentrate on was that inch of flesh inside me.

He started slowly pushing in. She yelped and I convulsed as it pushed into some other tight little ring inside the rectum. This, instead of pain, sent a blast of pure pleasure at being spread. Then another and another and more until his hips pushed up against that perfect ass.

He pulled out just as slowly, causing little blasts of pleasure as each of those inner rings reclosed. In again, then out, slowly building speed, until he lifted himself up and used both hands to grab her hips. She was limp, like a rag doll being battered by each thrust.

Again, I didn't know what to think or feel. It wasn't a real cock in my ass, but there was no question I was getting fucked. Plus, the sensations were so intense, this heady mixture of pleasure and pain in ways I'd never ever felt. I didn't want to feel good from getting my ass fucked, but I clearly didn't have a choice. It felt good damn it.

Amazingly she slowly lifted herself onto her hands and began to push back against it. The woman who had once told me anal sex held zero interest for her was loving so much she was wanting it deeper and faster. He laughed and began to spank her cheeks in time to his thrusts. She just laughed and cried and kept up with him.

Some time later he thrust in hard, then bent over her to play with her breasts. His strength and stamina where awesome considering he was fucking her with his body at a ninety degree angle. The clutch of hands on my own chest once again put me over the edge. I'd lost count of how many orgasms I'd had, yet this body was hungry for more.

More it got. I came back to here and now when the hands stopped roaming my chest. He had lifted himself up and with an amazing show of dexterity flipped her legs and body around to throw her onto her back without pulling out from her ass.

Keeping her feet around his shoulders he lay down on top of her, pinning her arms down. Her eyes were glazed, but she was up for more. He gave it to her and consequently to me.

I didn't know which way was up. I was watching my wife take it up the ass and at the same time felt every stroke, every thrust match what was happening to her. He shifted her through a couple other positions, then somehow got her back on her knees facing me.

Pulling out, he lifted his back up against him. His hands roamed over her body. "Having fun?"

Her voice was horse, breathless, "Oh God... I never knew it could be like this?"

"Think hubby is enjoying it?"

Her eyes started to focus, looking at me smiling, then frowning, "That's not..."

"Yes, it is. Look at how my hands touch you and touch him at the same time." He stroked down her belly and I felt a hand slip down my front and down into those knickers. Looking down I could see a phantom hand bulge the tight fabric of the dress.

"God... no..."

"Oh yes. I thought it would be good for him to understand a little more."

"No..."

Her eyes were full of terror and lust. She locked onto my face, her eyes questing, but as he started to push her over she didn't resist. He moved his cock down the crack of her ass, not stopping where he'd entered her before. Her eyes moved down my body those liquid orbs

opening wide, whether at the sensation of the cock pushing into her or at what she saw I don't know.

"David... God... its so good and now you know what... it should feel like! Oh GOD!"

I felt the indescribable sensation of a cock penetrating my non-existent pussy. The pleasure grew too much. With my wife's simultaneous scream, I came and the world turned black.

I awoke with a start. The light was low, it was just sunrise. My pounding heart slowed as I realised I was lying in my own bed. With a second start I reached between my legs and again started to calm down as I felt my cock. Had it been a dream?

The memories were so vivid, so real, but it couldn't be could it? I turned in the bed to face my wife. Her face was peaceful and still very much asleep. Except, it wasn't just her face, it was her ideal face, the one from last night. Then I felt across my body, yes I had a cock, but I had bumps on my chest. I heard myself scream.

  

  

  

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