by Selena Kitt
“What do you want?” I say to her.
She sighs but does not speak.
“There are more people than just your husband who want to see this”, I say. “Your body. Legs wide, arms out, hands on your breasts. Your nipples are so hard.”
It’s true. I can feel them pressing into the palm of my hand.
Then I take my right hand from her breast and open it on the back of her thigh and press hard upwards, pushing the skirt until it is at her waist. I put my hand inside the band of her panties and thrust downward and my fingers, two of them, slide between her labia and I can smell her arousal, the smell of pussy, of heat, of cunt. I force my fingers into her. Bend slightly. The fingers curl inside her. Her legs spread a little more. She gasps.
I know what I want, though you, her husband, have said it’s out of bounds. Your eyes are wide when I turn my head to see what you are doing.
I turn back to Isobel, enveloped in the heat and smell and the saltiness of my desire and hers. I put my left hand on her throat and my index finger under her chin and pull her head back and bring my mouth to her open lips and kiss her.
I move my head back. Her breathing is slightly faster. Her breasts move. I want to suck her nipples.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
She does what I say. I take a couple of silk ties from my pocket and tie her wrists together. My right hand goes back between her legs. She’s so wet she’s almost dripping.
I look out of the window. There’s a guy across the road who’s seen what’s happening. He stands riveted. Isobel is wearing the red silk blindfold so she doesn’t see. For the benefit of the voyeur I run my hand over her breasts, pausing to cup the nipples in my palm.
I look at you, sitting on the bed watching avidly. Your trousers are open and your hand is enveloping your cock.
“I want you to turn around,”
She turns. I move so that I’m still behind her.
“Kneel,” I say when she’s facing into the room. I press down in her shoulders and she kneels smoothly given that her hands are tied and she cannot see.
I step backwards and away. I am conscious that my cock is very hard, standing straight now, wanting to break free of its constraints.
The skirt has fallen back around her thighs and hangs just a few inches from the ground. The shirt is still open and her firm breasts are exposed to anybody’s hands or mouth or a spray of semen.
I kneel behind her.
You are on the bed. Your mouth is slightly open. The head of your dick is shiny, the shaft long, curved like a bow and very hard.
I whisper to your wife, “He likes to see you this way. You should see his erection.”
Of course she can’t see how aroused you are because there’s a red silk scarf covering her eyes. I run my hand over the scarf then down to her lips. My finger lingers there, feeling her breathe, the moist lips full and slightly parted.
I beckon to you. “Stand up,” I say.
You stand.
“Come here. Come and see your lovely wife.”
You walk tentatively over to us. Your dick is back inside your trousers.
“Stand in front of her,” I tell you.
I place my left hand on her throat and spread the fingers. I pull her against my body.
With my right hand I stroke each of her breasts in turn, palm riding over the nipples.
“See how they stand up,” I say to you. “They want to be sucked.”
Then I move my hand over her belly, pausing at her mound, then down her thigh until it reaches the hem of her skirt. I take the hem in two fingers and draw the skirt up her thighs until you can see her panties. Then I slide my hand down into her panties until the fingers once more find her raised clitoris and then the wet opening to her cunt. I press my fingers in, coating them in juice. As I withdraw the fingers I draw them hard over her clitoris and hear her gasp and feel her throat moves beneath my hand.
I hold the fingers up to you. “Smell them,” I say.
You lean forward and smell her pussy on my fingers.
“Taste her.”
You lick the juice from my fingers.
“Take your dick out of your pants.”
Isobel groans as I speak.
Your fly is already open. All you have to do is reach in and pull your dick out. When you do I can see it is shiny and very hard. I understand how turned on you are by the sight of your wife kneeling with another man behind her. You know that she is aroused too. You see her open lips, her breasts with the tips swollen with desire and the nipples hard and waiting. You see my hand spread on her throat and know the power I have. You close your eyes. Maybe you’re thinking about my cock or someone else’s entering her. You want to enter her yourself, slide that hard cock into her cunt, fill her.
“Show her how aroused you are,” I say. “Come closer. Put your dick against her cheek.”
You shuffle until the shaft of your dick lies beside her nose. You want to put your balls in her mouth, don’t you? Your cock. You want her so much that you want to fuck her mouth and come into her throat. Your cock slides over her face. I reach my hand round and take the shaft and press it against her lips. She opens her mouth but she’ll have to wait to have a cock in there and it won’t be yours, not now, not until we’re done with her.
“Enough,” I say sharply. “Go stand by the bed.”
You’re reluctant to go, you forget what’s in store, you want your dick in your wife’s lovely mouth. But you obey. You walk over to the bed holding yourself in your hand, stroking yourself lightly.
I press my cock against her back. I can feel her arousal through her skin and clothes, the trembling anticipation of what is happening. I pull her head toward me and kiss her lips. My tongue slips into her mouth. My hand strokes her flank and hips, reaching down between her legs. My finger slide through her labia, taking on the juice from her cunt, then it finds her anus, smooth sleek muscle. She takes a breath as the fingertip circles her and then slips in.
“I want your cock,” she says.
I smile. “Where?”
“In my mouth,” she says. “In my pussy. In my ass.”
“Soon.”
I thrust the finger and another in as far as it will go. She groans. I press my cock against her hip.
“You want a man’s mouth on your pussy? Maybe a girl licking you?”
“Your cock,” she says.
I curl my fingers in her ass, pull up slightly.
“Open your legs,” I say.
She spreads her knees further. Her anus tightens on my fingers. I move them inside her.
“I have a friend,” I say to her, low-throated, rasping slightly. “He adores pussy. He loves to have his tongue inside a woman’s cunt. And your mouth. He loves a beautiful mouth like yours. He hasn't had a woman for six months.”
She takes a quick deep breath. She knows where this will go. I feel the movement in her throat.
“He needs a woman to make his cock hard. He needs a woman's lips on his shaft.”
“Yes,” she says. “Yes.”
I call to you, her husband, the man who brought me here. “Isobel needs some lipstick,” I say. This is about to go public.
I’m thinking about a woman I knew, a student at a college where I was teaching, who slid beneath the table of a diner where we were eating and undid my belt and unbuttoned the flies of my jeans and brought my aroused cock out and wrapped her mouth around it. She was wearing a deep red Chanel lipstick. I came hard in her mouth, into her throat. For days afterwards traces of her lipstick survived quite a few showers and the grace, I have to say, of another woman’s tight wet cunt.
You dig in her purse and come over with the lipstick in your hand. I watch as you kneel in front of her. Rive Gauche. You take the top off and twist the barrel and the deep red emerges like the head of a cock. I thrust with my fingers into Isobel. She gasps, seconds before you begin applying it to her lips. My left hand holds her chin.
I say, to you and you
r wife: “My friend will wipe the lipstick off with his cock. Keep it handy.”
You finish with the lipstick, she presses her lips together, you take a tissue and wipe around her mouth. Are you wondering what this lovely mouth will look like with a thick cock pumping it?
There’s a knock on the door. Isobel is startled, tightens round my fingers. The pulse in her throat quickens. I move my hand so that I’m cupping her breast, holding it out so that you can see. The skin is pale, feels cool to my touch. I imagine what she will look like with a stiff cock between these lovely breasts. I can almost taste the semen on her nipples.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
You go to the door and open it.
There are two men waiting. The shortest of them is over six feet. They're both big and strong, lean, no fat. Both young, in their twenties.
I wave to them, beckon them to come in.
“Introduce yourselves,” I say.
Emil comes up first. He’s from Mali in North Africa. His deep black skin shines. He sees Isobel and smiles. She is kneeling for him, her legs apart, her head tilted back, my hand on her throat, her lipsticked mouth slightly open. I can feel her arousal and her fear.
“Get undressed,” I say to him.
It doesn’t take long. He’s wearing shorts and a teeshirt and sandals. And then he stands in front of her, his tall and slender frame upright, strong. His cock is thick, in the first stages of arousal. The head blossoms, the shaft slowly swelling. It hangs from his body and has just begun to stiffen.
I undo the three remaining buttons of Isobel’s shirt. Emil watches. His cock moves at the sight. His tongue appears at the opening to his mouth.
I nod.
Emil’s hands reach out until they’re either side of Isobel’s head. He takes one last step forward and brings her mouth to his thigh. He presses her against his skin then pushes her head so that her lips slide against his heavy balls. She nuzzles there, opening her mouth, her tongue licking the heavy sac, sucking him into her.
Behind her I take my fingers from her ass and move back a few inches. Her body leans forward but her head tilts back, seeking the angle that will let her draw his balls into her mouth. She knows this is a prelude. She can feel the thick pipe of his cock against her cheek. His hands press in at the sides of her face.
I undo my trousers and take my cock out. I take her bound hands and open them so I can let my cock and balls rest in the palms. It’s a temporary measure for me. Her hands are trembling. She squeezes slightly. I draw back again and do up my trousers and stand. I want to make room for Joshua.
I walk past your wife, my head turning so I can still see her.
Joshua is sitting on the bed with you. He’s not as tall as Emil but his body is well-toned, his pale skin covered in tattoos. He has long fingers. Like Emil he’s wearing shorts and a teeshirt. I can see the shape of his cock inside his shorts. He’s removed his sandals. I walk up to him and put my hand out and he takes it.
“You know what to do,” I say. “When Emil’s cock is in her mouth you join them, yes?”
Joshua nods.
You, the husband on the sidelines, look at me with wide eyes, your lips open, fully given to this situation, fearful yet full of desire and anticipation. You glance at Joshua, your eyes lowering to take in the life growing between his legs. I can see that you are still hard, still waiting. Do you think that you too might fuck your beautiful wife or will you get no further than watching these other men doing it.
“You want us to stay on the floor?” Joshua says.
“No. When you’re ready you can bring her to the bed.”
I turn to you and say: “When they bring her to the bed you should sit in that chair.” I point to a chair between the bed and the desk where the television sits.
Joshua reaches into his pocket. He comes out with a leather collar and a short leash.
“Mind if I put this on her?” he says.
I shake my head. “I don’t mind. But only as long as she wants it.”
He grins.
We all three look to see what is happening on the floor. We see Emil’s back, beautiful in its curves, straight and strong. His hands resting at the sides of Isobel’s face. He moves his hips back and with his left hand holds the shaft of his cock in his hand and puts the tip on her lower lip. She licks his shaft, her tongue moving slowly up toward the ridge. Then she goes back to the base, her tongue flicking his balls and up again along the shaft. The tip of her pink tongue moves over the shiny helmet. His cock is hard now, straight up, and if she weren’t moving it with her tongue it would spring back against his belly. She is moving her hands as though she wants to be free, free I think to put her hands on him. She sways forward on her knees, draws her lips over the head of his cock then down, taking him inch by inch into her mouth until her lips are stretched and she is close to the base. Then she pulls her head back, spluttering a little. We know his cock head has touched her throat, entered her.
Joshua stands up. He takes his shirt off and then his shorts. He isn’t wearing underwear. He stands watching. His cock is already hard, pointing at an angle toward your wife and her lover as she sucks him off. He picks up the collar and the leash from the bed and walks the short distance and kneels behind her. We watch him place the collar around her neck and buckle it. Then he fixes the leash to the collar. He pulls on it and her head moves slightly. For just a moment there is tension between Joshua’s hands and Emil’s cock.
Isobel moves her head so that her lips slide up and down Emil’s deep black cock. He thrusts his hips slowly to meet the forward shift of her mouth. Every few seconds he thrusts harder and his cock swells her throat. We can see it. Saliva appears at the sides of that red and lovely mouth.
Joshua is behind her. His cock is hidden by the bodies of the other two but he is looking down, doing something down there with his hands. Then Isobel seems to lift. We look between Emil’s legs and see Joshua’s hand cupping her mound, lifting her. Then he lets her back down. Her mouth opens wide, wider than the black cock that fills it. We hear a deep moan. And then Joshua’s hands appear over her breasts and the fingers spread wide to cover them and he is rocking and we see that Isobel is rocking too, and we don’t know whether he is inside her cunt or her ass.
We watch, you and I. The black cock slides into her mouth. His hands are still on her head. The man behind her moves in the same rhythm and Isobel moves with him, her body lifted by his stroke. The expression on his face is intense. His eyes are closed. I wonder if anyone in that sensual trio is close to coming. Isobel, maybe, the way her breath is getting faster, the way her breasts move with her heart and lungs.
I get up from the bed and walk toward them and stand at the side for a few moments watching. My mouth is dry, my mind full of the focused beauty of what is happening in front of me, this beautiful woman rocked between two men, their rhythm carrying her body into a place I can hardly imagine. I glance over at you. Your hand is moving up and down your dick, your legs apart. Your eyes are fixed intently on your wife, on the two men who are fucking her.
I touch Emil on the shoulder. “Time to change direction,” I say to him.
“Oh man,” he says. He raises his eyes. “She’s really doing it to me, man. It won’t be long.”
“It can wait,” I say.
He presses the sides of her face, over her ears, and slowly takes his cock out of her mouth. She cries out, “No. Come back.” The loss is marked in her face.
“You too, Joshua.”
He knows the drill. He puts his hands to her waist and squeezes. The muscles in his arms bulge. He lifts her and pushes her forward. He looks down between his legs and moves back so that his cock withdraws from her. It’s long and hard, the skin shiny with her juice. The head, shaped like a bell, is held for a moment by the entrance to her cunt. It comes out, slides up and nudges the shiny circle of her anus. He wants to plunge into her ass but he knows better. He pauses, moves the tip over then moves back and stands up.
/> I ask the two men to go over to the bed.
I kneel beside Isobel and touch her shoulder. I put my hand under her hair, my fingers feeling the grainy leather of her collar. I slip my finger beneath it and feel her pulse. I lean forward and kiss her cheek. Then I move round and my lips find hers and her mouth opens for me.
“What do you want?” I say.
“Inside me. Your cock.”
Her loose skirt is awry and I adjust it. I lift the hem and once again my hand finds its way into her panties. They are at one side of the space between her legs, leaving her labia naked to the air and my hand. I press my fingers in and find her even more wet than she was before Emil and Joshua fed her their erections.
