by Megan West
“Oh fuck me!” Benedict couldn't stop himself from crying out the instant Holly’s wet pussy lips sealed around his cock. Dale scrabbled off his bench and moved on to the floor directly in front of them where he had a firsthand view of his wife’s soaked snatch getting pounded by another man’s cock.
He watched as Holly lifted herself up, the tight pink of her pussy clinging his cock as she slid up the length of his shaft. She rode up to his head again before slamming back down with a wet slap that echoed off the locker room walls.
Holly knew just what she was doing as she enjoyed every inch of his thick cock stuffed inside her, slowly sliding up his length only to slam back down to the hilt, taking it all nice and deep. Dale wrapped the soaking panties around the base of his cock and started stroking his shaft in rhythm to Holly’s pussy pounding Benedict’s cock. He could see every vein in her new lover’s thick dick bulging as she bounced up and down, harder and faster with her huge tits bouncing wildly.
Benedict reached forward, his hands grabbing hold of her plump round tits, squeezing them before slipping to her nipples and pinching them softly. Holly rocked her hips deep on his cock, riding in in small rhythmic circles, driving him deeper inside her, working all the right spots.
But the more she made Dale watch, the more he couldn't take all the teasing, all the watching without being able to join in. Suddenly, without thinking, Dale leaned down, his warm wet tongue ready as he circled it around her swollen clit.
As he licked her and she circled down hard on Benedict's cock Holly knew that she would soon be the first to cum and she wasn't going to allow that to happen. So as Dale went to lick her the next time, Holly lifted herself up to the head of Benedict’s dick, making Dale slide his tongue over the shaft of Benedict’s cock.
Dale’s warm wet tongue caressed the thickness of Benedict’s shaft. Benedict gave in to the wetness, the warmth and the sheer pleasure of a feeling he had never felt before. To have his cock buried inside a tight wet pussy while having his shaft teased by a caressing tongue.
“Oh fuck!” Benedict cried louder than the last time and Holly reached down pushing Dale’s head, instructing him to keep licking Benedict’s thick cock shaft while she kept teasing the head of his cock with her pussy lips.
Knowing that the reward he would receive for pleasing Holly would be hotter than ever, Dale was more than happy to oblige, his tongue now following each stroke of Holly’s pussy up and down Benedict’s cock. Each stroke tasting his wife’s pussy juice, each stroke making his own cock throb harder.
“I’m going to cum! Oh my God!” Benedict’s cock twitched as his hips stilled and Holly bounced on his cock head milking everything he had to offer before slipping off him and letting his cum run all down his shaft.
She looked down at Dale expectantly who lapped up a tongue full of Benedict’s sticky cum and then received a smile of approval. Dale swallowed each drop, unsure of himself in this new endeavor, but knowing that this was what Holly wanted from him and knowing that if he gave her what she wanted he would get to sink his cock deep in to her pussy next. Benedict panted, his breath coming so fast that Holly wasn't sure whether she should call an ambulance.
“Are you okay?” She asked him, kissing his cheek softly. He nodded.
“How can we make it better?” Benedict smiled mischievously, this time he wanted to be the orchestrator, Holly could already see it on his face.
“You just sit there and get your breath back.” Holly said as she pointed at Dale instructing him to move to the side. As he did she laid belly down on the bench in front of Benedict. Her sweet dripping pussy was perfectly aligned towards him, all he would need to do is lean forward to sink his fingers deep inside her. Dale reached over her and using a finger from each hand he stretched her pussy open for him to get a good look at just how tight she was even after being fucked.
“Mmmm so fucking tight…” Benedict still managed to speak as he watched the show unfold before his eyes. Holly turned around, straddling the bench and offering her wet used pussy up to Dale. With his aching cock already so hungry for her, Dale didn't waste a second and planting both hands on her sweet ass, he sunk his cock inside her already cum filled pussy.
Benedict watched as Dale slid his dick deep inside her, his own personal porno right there in front of him. He could already feel his cock begging for more while he sat still recovering in his semi-flaccid state. Dale gripped her ass so tight, Benedict could see red finger marks each time he relaxed his grip, but Holly moaned for more.
She leaned back in to him as Dale fucked her hard and fast as though his time was running short. Holly’s tits bounced forward and back as she fell in to Dale’s pounding rhythm. Each time she leaned back in to him, Dale knew that Holly was a second closer to coming. Her slick cum filled slit was getting so tight around him, gripping him and Dale knew that even if she wasn't on the edge—he was.
He thrust forward burying himself down to the hilt, working his cock deeper inside, hitting all the right spots and with every buck of his hips he could feel her legs start to tremble until finally she screamed out.
“Ahhh I'm going to cum! Oh God I'm…mmmmm…” Her pussy gripped his cock so tight that it pushed him over the edge, her rippling spasms forcing him to join her in ecstasy.
Thick globs of cum exploded from his cock, mingling inside her pussy with Benedict’s. Holly’s body jerked in pleasure, she could feel Dale inside her, filling her with his cum. Knowing she was now filled with both men’s cum made her more satisfied than ever.
“Mmmmm.” She smiled over at Benedict as she fell back against the bench, he couldn't help but smile back. Dale slid his cum covered cock from inside her and Holly laid down completely on the locker room bench, panting with a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
“Well…that was…” Benedict paused for a moment as he surveyed the situation and watched Dale walk in to the showers, “not what I expected.” Holly laughed.
Never before had Benedict experienced such an incredible back and forth teasing, all out, everything you have, no holds barred sex fest before. “You were right though, I’m pretty sure that Stephanie would not approve.” Benedict leaned back against the locker behind him.
“What's the most…exciting thing she has approved of?” Benedict thought about this for another moment.
“She's not exactly the exciting type of person really…I think I'd have to say sex at her parents’ house…when they weren't home.” Holly burst in to laughter, burying her face in to her arms.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh.”
“It is funny though…well, sad really but to be honest I don't really know why I married her in the first place, I'd like to think I'm much more of a ‘high school reunion sex in the locker room with a lady in red and her husband’ kind of man.” He smirked.
“Well, we don't have to wait for reunions you know, we don't exactly live far from here and if ever you’re looking for something a little different…well now you know who to call.”
“Hmm…” Benedict leaned forward. “It still doesn't answer one problem for me though does it?” Holly sat up.
“Stephanie?” He nodded.
“Well, until you figure things out we are counting this as self-help therapy, remember?” She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. Benedict nodded.
“I'm just afraid that with this kind of self-help that after a while I will not be able to help myself and I’ll be on your doorstep every night of the week.” Holly reached down, rubbing his cock with her fingers as she planted a light kiss on his lips this time.
“Then I will just have to start charging you for therapy costs won't I?” Benedict felt his cock start to thicken again, but Holly was already on her way to the showers to clean up.
Before heading back out to the reunion, she was determined to see Stephanie one last time before she left. Holly knew it was wrong, but a small part of her got off on seeing Stephanie with her husband’s cum still inside her.
Tying Him
Up and Making Him Watch
Rachel reclined in the easy chair while her friends relaxed on the couch opposite of her. She stared at the door waiting her husband and imagining what his face would look like by the end of it all.
Rose was much more relaxed, her hand dangling off of the arm rest, having just finished telling some story about a crazy night at The Highwire that she and Jimmy had had. Jimmy, as he was called (he didn’t talk a whole lot), sat on the other end of the sofa, his chin propped on his hand, looking a little bit bored.
Rachel, though, was a tiger awaiting a kill. She was not yet capable of lounging.
“So Anthony really has no clue, huh?” Rose asked.
Anthony, who worked tirelessly and who held a home of traditional American white picket-fenced dreams and who would ask Rachel of endless lovemaking to wind down from the daily grind. Who would do anything Rachel wanted, because she was the alluring beauty, ten years his senior, who had hypnotized him and filled him with blind admiration.
She was very much a goddess to him, because in their five years of marriage so far, she had always remained somewhat of a mystery.
“He doesn’t have the slightest idea,” Rachel finally replied, grinning.
They sat and waited some more. Boredom had even overtaken rose a little bit. Though it was nice to hang around with her usual crowd, the real reason for their meeting up that day was not yet realized. Unlike her friends, something like anxiousness brewed inside Rachel. She was glad to have her friends there for the occasion.
In the living room sat the surprise Jimmy and Rose had helped Rachel lug inside the house, now covered in a sheet and awaiting its reveal to Anthony. Rachel took in a breath, felt her rattling heart.
She remembered her late-night parties with a hundred swingers and kinks, and how nothing at those wild get-togethers got her more wet than the thought of her husband being there to see her exhibitionist tendencies.
Jimmy shifted in his seat as the clock ticked. Then the doorknob rattled and Rachel sat up as her husband opened the door.
“Hi darling, I’m home—oh, hi.”
Anthony’s eyes skitted back and forth between Rose and Jimmy, but mostly the Rose, as Rachel stood and gracefully walked towards her husband.
He dropped his briefcase by the door and accepted a surprisingly sultry hug from her. There was surprise on his face as she hugged him.
“Who do we have here?” he asked, shooting another glance at stone-silent Jimmy.
“Oh, just friends from the social club,” Rachel said, tracing Anthony’s chest with her finger.
“What club?”
She just smiled. He really had no idea what she did on her own time.
“How was work?”
“Fine. I was hoping to maybe take you out to dinner tonight.”
“Oh, well I got something in mind,” she said, watching his eyebrow raise. “Come grab a seat. We were actually waiting for you.”
“Oh?”
“Come on,” she responded, and took his hand, leading him towards the couch.
Rose was smiling warmly as Anthony stepped up.
“Hi there,” she said, extending a slender hand. Anthony took it with some hesitation. Jimmy didn’t even offer a nod. Anthony ignored his rudeness and stammered a bit with Rose.
“And you are, uh...”
“Rose.”
“I see...”
“I'm a play-partner of Rachel's.”
“A play...” he started to say, but his distracted eyes made him forget what he wanted to say as he let them travel over the living room. Jimmy was putting his cell phone in his pocket, while the ladies stared at him. Everything appeared in order otherwise.
Except for the giant veil covering something against the wall.
“Uh, what is that?” Anthony asked. It looked like it was a covered piece of workout equipment, standing about seven feet tall.
“Oh, it’s something I brought home for you. Come see it.”
“Okay...” Anthony said, but his feet were unsure. Rachel had to lead him over to it. Jimmy stood up as they moved, and Anthony began to tense a little.
Reaching out for the cloth, Rachel tore it away to reveal a giant metal cross.
“What in the world...”
There were small platforms at the bottom, just small enough to permit the heel of a foot to stand on, and on each horizontal beam were hand-grips.
“Rachel, what in the hell is this?” Anthony said, staring down at his wife but unable to disregard Jimmy slowly approaching behind her. Rachel only smiled and massaged her husband’s shoulder.
“It's a cross.”
“I can see that.”
“For you.”
“What?”
“Anthony, do you know what I’ve always fantasized about?” she asked.
He had no response.
Jimmy closed in on them and pushed Anthony against the cross.
“Hey!”
Anthony went for a punch, but Rachel touched his arm and pleaded with her eyes.
“Honey, would you do this for me?”
“Do what? I don’t know what you have in—”
“Just get up on the cross, honey.”
He began to protest, but Jimmy was already lifting Anthony’s legs up onto the small foot platform.
“Rachel, RACHEL!”
“For me,” she repeated, and something in him calmed. A smile from Rachel was his reward. Of his own accord, he stood up onto the platform and let Jimmy grab his arm and place it over one of the beams. Rose appeared at his other side and gently secured his other arm, wrapping thick rope around his wrists.
Rachel could see his chest rising and falling as his breath became more rapid, and her heart sped up.
“Rachel?” he asked with a shaky voice. But she didn’t say anything.
Rose began unbuckling his belt.
“Hey, hey, what are you doing?”
“Relax, honey,” Rose said, and took his pants and boxers down in one pull. He was flaccid underneath.
“Awww,” Rose cooed, and flicked at his cock playfully. Rachel began unbuttoning Anthony’s shirt while he panted.
Her husband now bare-chested and bottomless, Rachel stepped away from the cross and gazed at him. Her mouth curved in that devious smile of hers that Anthony was quite familiar with. He had finished asking questions, only breathing raggedly as his shirt hung open on his heaving chest.
Rose stepped next to her friend and ran her hand along her shoulders. They both watched Anthony with sensuous smiles.
Then Jimmy appeared next to them. He was already shirtless. He got close to Rachel and Rose stepped out of the way.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Anthony said, but Rachel only glanced up at him as Jimmy put his hands on her hips, moved them upwards, and took her blouse with them. After discarding her shirt, he walked her backward until she was leaning against the back of the couch, and continued to strip her.
She kept eye contact with her husband the whole time, feeling her naked skin. Rose came up next to her and put her hand on Rachel’s tight abdomen, and watched eager Anthony as she admired his wife.
“I think he’s going to like this, don’t you?” Rose asked.
“Mm-hmm,” Rachel said, lifting her feet so Jimmy could peal her panties off her wet slit. She stood naked by the couch, her own hand and Rose’s going up and down her body.
Anthony’s dick was twitching erect ever so slightly.
“Yeah, he’s in for a show.”
Shirtless Jimmy walked to the end of the couch and hefted up one side, walking it outwards so the seat faced Anthony. The women stepped out of the way as he pivoted the sofa, and then returned as he approached Rachel. She sat down gingerly, her legs closed and knees pointed to the side, so alluring and feminine. Jimmy ran his hand up her thigh. She let out a whimpered breath and moved her leg to the side, inviting his touch further.
