There is was, awaiting me in my briefcase as I got to work again, the little card that simply said, "Adventure Night." These were always fun and exciting nights for us, and the last two in particular made quite an impression on me. One had me signing a 30-day contract with my wife to call her "Mistress Ali," and do her bidding. The next had me - before her 30 days were up - strapped over a horse receiving (and begging for) a strapon from both ends. She'd promised that the next adventure night would include being videotaped. Needless to say, I was more than a little excited and apprehensive about what my beautiful adventurous wife had in mind.
There was more in my briefcase. In a paper bag was a pair of satiny blue panties and a note.
"My lover - I want you to put these on as soon as you open them, and wear them throughout the day. When you get home tonight, relax in the bedroom. Don't go into the basement. I'll know if you do. You'll find a drink on the bedside table waiting for you. Enjoy!"
Well, now I was both turned on and apprehensive. I did as she asked and went to put the panties on. They were tight already, and they only got tighter as I became more excited. It wasn't long until I began to notice a tingling sensation, though, and I went to the bathroom to check. I was hot, sweating, and extremely hard - harder than I think I've ever been. I called my wife, who laughed.
"It took a little longer than I thought, but I'm glad it's working. Leave them on. Trust me, you'll be glad for it, later. I love you!" And with that, she was gone.
The day went by with me feeling self-conscious about my sweating, but I finally made it home. I couldn't get out of my clothing fast enough. I immediately went upstairs to find another note.
"Sweetheart - just turn on the TV and relax. Enjoy your drink."
As I laid back on the bed, sipping the whiskey she'd left me, I started to cool down. I turned on the TV to see a film paused. I pressed "play" and the action started. I was shocked to see my wife's face on the screen, and even more shocked when she backed up away from the camera, and I saw her dressed in some thigh-high boots, and what looked to be either black leather or pvc panties and bra, and sporting that large black strapon I remembered so well from our last adventure. She paraded around the room - which I now recognized as our basement, dry humping the horse, the couch, and anything else she could think of, all while talking to me. I was in heaven, just from watching her, and my cock was hard in an instant, straining against the panties.
That's when it got really strange. The camera turned to follow her, and I saw, much to my surprise, that she wasn't the only one in the room. There were several other women in the basement: her sister Heather, who was the first to plow my ass, her mother, Karen, and someone I didn't know were all in the room, and all of them were sporting large strapons, which they were lubing up. I should have gotten a sinking feeling in my gut, but I didn't. Instead...I was looking forward to it.
I was still looking forward to it even after she told me that the panties I was wearing had been soaked in the male version of Spanish Fly that could be soaked through the skin and keep my asshole nice and supple, and that the whiskey I drank had enough Viagra to keep me hard and going for a week.
"In other words," she said, "Your ass and cock now belong to me, and I'm going to share them with everyone here. Now go to the wardrobe and you'll find your new outfit hanging there. Put it on and come down to the basement."
I did as instructed. I opened the wardrobe and hanging on the back of the door was a tiny men's thong with a hole for my cock, rings on the sides, and a pair of heavy-duty cuffs and a matching collar. I put them on slowly, enjoying the feel of them and staying incredibly turned on. The hole in the thong had a thick rubber ring around it, which fit my cock beautifully and would act just like a cock ring. I finished dressing and went down to the basement. There was an applause as I entered the room, and I blushed, looking around for my wife. I found her quickly, the glint in her eye telling me how much she loved me.
It was Heather who came up to me first and grabbed my hard aching cock while giving me a very long and very deep kiss, which was greeted with more applause. "Mmmm, he looks good enough to eat, Sis! What do you think, Mom?" She spun me to face my mother-in-law, Karen, who didn't know if she should look me in the face or just gaze at my cock. She made a movement to get to her knees, and that's when Ali spoke up.
"Oh no, Mom. He's our slut for the night. He sucks your cock." Then she looked at me and I understood immediately.
I hit my knees and looked up, desperate and wanting. "Mistress Karen, may I please have your cock?"
She looked down at me sheepishly, almost as if to apologize, and I opened my mouth wide. As she moved forward, I engulfed as much of her long strapon as I could, taking care to milk it as though it was my own engorged flesh. I began bobbing up and down on my mother-in-law's cock, no longer caring what was done to me. I knew I was their plaything, and I loved it. I felt hands all over me, and felt my arms being pulled as I was slowly brought to stand, reluctantly letting go of Karen's rubber cock. I was dragged over to a coffee table and sat down upon it, forcefully. My arms were pinned to my sides, and the cuffs attached to the rings on the sides of the thong. Helpless but for my legs, I was pushed back, and found Mistress Heather's cock right at my face. I naturally began gobbling it down, and I heard Mistress Karen gasp.
Mistresses Heather and Ali laughed at their mother's shock. "Just wait until you get to take his ass, Mom," said Mistress Ali. "That part is especially nice."
I heard the other woman, whom I didn't know, speak up then. "You've done very well, Mistress Ali. I like the way you trained him - I wonder if he'd be that willing for a real cock?"
"Let's ask him!" she said. Bending over me, she looked deep in my eyes for a moment before whispering in my ear, "Well, my slut? Would you take a real cock?"
I had a sickening feeling that if I said "yes," a real cock would appear out of nowhere, so I answered simply, "Anything my Mistress wishes, it is only Hers to ask."
Mistress Ali stroked my cock approvingly. "Good answer, slut." She turned back. "I think that's a 'yes.'"
The woman nodded and stepped forth. "I am Mistress Sammie," she said. "I've been instructing Mistress Ali on how to bend you to her every whim. She's a good student, and you are an excellent little slut. But before I can have her graduate from my services, we have to see this in action." She clapped, and I heard a door open and someone else walked into the room. I looked over and saw a well built black man, with at least a 9-inch erect cock standing at attention. Mistress Sammie continued. "Max here was once like you - a regular man, until I bent him to my will. Now, he does as I tell him. Max, come over here and stand in Mistress Heather's place."
Max did as he was told, and there it was, his cock directly above my face. I should have known this would happen. I really didn't want to take this man's dick. I knew I would, if asked, but I didn't want to. Then I heard it: Mistress Ali, in ever so sweet a tone, her hand resting on Max's cock, said to me, "Suck on this sweet cock, my slut. Prove them all wrong." I opened wide as she guided the thick head into my mouth, and I proceeded to suck on my first real cock. I wanted to use my hands, to help Max out as much as I could, but I was forced to use only my mouth. Max, however, was not as lucky. Mistress Sammie guided him down so that he was leaning above me, his face inches from my own cock. She moved behind him, her own strapon cock glistening with lube, and pointed right at Max's ass.
"Suck, Max."
