Forcing His Wife To Watch

So a funny thing happened to me the other day as I sat in a trendy coffee shop downstairs of my hotel, drinking a skinny vanilla latte. It was early afternoon and I had a couple of hours to kill before my next pharmacy seminar that was being held in one of the hotel's conference rooms. Looking a mess, still dressed in my workout leggings, sports top and blonde hair cinched up in a ponytail. I figured I could squeeze in a work-out with still plenty of time to get a quick drink at the cafe, scoot back to my room, shower and be ready for my next meeting. That was the advantage of actually staying in the same hotel as the conference.

I like to "people-watch" and next to me were a couple of cute mature women who looked to be in their mid-forties, chatting about their husbands. At first, there were some minor complaints or irritations against their men and I chuckled under my breath. When the topic turned to sex, my interest perked up even though I was twenty years younger than the ladies.

"I was pretty tired last night so I gave him a quickie blowjob," the blonde lady snickered.

Her brunette friend asked, "What do ya mean? A blowjob takes more effort than having sex."

They both giggled before the blonde added, "I use a lot of hand when I suck so it doesn't take too long plus my hand helps jerk it all over his stomach when he cums so I don't have to swallow. It's too gross for me."

"I agree with that...yuck...but what does

he

think about that?"

"He doesn't care as long as he's getting off. A typical guy....ha. He let out a big grunt which told me that he certainly enjoyed himself. Yep, ole Marty was enjoying Denise quite well," The blonde wife responded in third person.

"Ha...ha. Did the hotel manager come in and say, "Ma'am, guests have complained that you and your husband are creating a loud disturbance in room 302. This is a family hotel.'"

As I listened to the women chat, even though they were being humorous, I became wet with arousal. There was just something inside me that made me feel quite devious as I'm hearing about sucking dick and it spewing cum. Maybe it's my fetish for cum. Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was the fact that Denise was attractive. Maybe it was my endorphins from working out earlier had made me extra horny but something just came over me to try something that I believed to be dark and erotic just to show Denise how to give a proper blowjob.

I quickly scurried back to my room and grabbed my "goodie bag" as I call it, which was a cheetah print carry bag full of my masturbation toys and lingerie before walking quickly down to room 302. I have always been sort of a nymphomaniac and never leave home overnight without them.

I knocked on the door, not knowing fully what to expect. A middle aged man opened it with a quick response thinking I was housekeeping, "We are good on towels and don't need anything."

I giggled and walked past him into his room, "Do I look like housekeeping? I do have a French maid outfit in this bag if you would like for me to wear it."

"What do you want then?"

"I was just listening to your wife Denise, downstairs, saying how she blew you last night but didn't swallow so I thought I would come up and show her how it's done correctly."

"What? Are you crazy? Listen, I think you're pretty but there's no way. She'll be back up here anytime so you need to leave."

"Oh, I'm counting on that. I want to show her in person."

"I can't do that. She would kill me! You need to leave...now!"

I pulled out the chair used under the desk and instructed him, "I'm just going to have a little fun. It will be a joke. I'm not really going to do anything. This might even get you laid. Strip down and sit in this chair and let me handcuff you so when she comes in, she will think you are being robbed."

He smirked, "I better not. She won't believe you."

"Come on. It'll be fun. Like I said, I won't do anything and we will all have a laugh."

The more he thought about it, the more he believed it might be funny. He showed a nervous hesitancy but began to undress as I retrieved two pairs of sexual handcuffs from my bag. The fuzzy black pair was for the domme in me when I needed to restrain someone naughty and the fuzzy pink pair was for playful romance, the Brittni way. He reluctantly began taking off his clothes down to his underwear.

He just couldn't bring himself to get naked in front of me until I insisted, referring to his underwear, "Don't forget those. You need to be completely bare for this to work."

He pulled them down slowly and when he tossed them to the side, Marty used his other hand to cover his hanging cock. I pointed to the chair he was required to sit in. I could tell he was worried because Denise was going to be back any second.

Giving him a warm smile, I assured him falsely, "Ok, now put your hands behind the chair so I can lock them up. This is going to be great. She'll laugh so hard."

He wasn't totally all in but obeyed my instruction and placed his arms around the back of the chair. I clicked the cuffs so that he was unable to move his arms. We chatted for a minute then sure enough, Denise's card beeped and the door clicked before it opened as I quickly hurried behind it. At first she thought she had the wrong room and turned around so that she could look at the door number.

She mumbled, "What the? Marty...what's going on?"

She stepped in and I startled her by taking her by the arm, "Hi Denise...I'm Britt...now that we know each other, come with me."

I pulled her by the arm, led her across the room and clicked the handcuff ring around one of her wrists before she even had time to process what was occurring. I quickly locked the second part to the standing lamp. It certainly wasn't ideal but I had to find something immediately. Marty's busty wife was stronger than me so I had to use the element of surprise and cat-like quickness to my advantage.

After seeing her husband sitting naked in a chair, Denise blurted, "What in the hell is going on here Marty? Who is this girl?" Turning her attention to me she asked, "Who are you? Why are you doing this? Please don't hurt us, just take what you want and get out."

I laughed, "I'm not robbing you. I'm not like that. I'm just going to teach you how to suck your husband properly while you watch me do it. I heard you and your friend downstairs and thought maybe you could use some training. So I guess in a sense I'm kind of robbing Marty of his cum but giving you great advice."

Denise then directed her anger towards me and I was thankful that the standing lamp she was cuffed to was connected to the floor, "I don't know who you are there Missy but you need to take these handcuffs off and get out of here before I call the police."

I giggled, "Oh I'll get out of here soon enough but first, I think you need to see how you should handle your husband's dick and if you don't quiet down, I'm gonna have to quiet you down."

"How I handle his dick is none of your business. Oh don't you dare touch my husband! Marty, you better not touch her!"

He apologized, "I'm sorry babe but she told me this was going to just be a joke on you. She tricked me too."

I pulled out a ball gag that I had used many times on my lovers and fastened it inside his mouth to prevent him from speaking any further. I looked over at the fuming MILF and shrugged, "He won't be able to answer so I think you will just have to enjoy the show but like I said, if you don't pipe down, you'll be next."

"I'm warning you...you better not..." she snipped.

I interrupted her with confidence, "You don't have to worry. I'm gonna take care of you too." Strutting over to my bag of goodies once again, I pulled out my pink Lovense remote vibrator, showing it to Denise, "Here it is. I'm sure it will feel right at home up in your warm pussy."

She began squirming, "Get that away from me you little slut. It's hard telling where that's been."

I kept eye contact while unbuttoning her jeans. She tried to push me off but with one hand bound, I had the leverage and shoved my hand held vibrator inside the top of her pants and felt her slit. She gasped and I dipped my finger into her warm folds before pumping it in and out a few times. Her gooey pussy revealed that her body was enjoying what I was doing, even if her actions and words weren't.

Using that same middle finger, I inserted the vibrator inside her vagina and Denise's legs buckled. I pushed it all the way in except for the rubber tail sticking out about an inch. Just before she started to argue with me again, I used my phone and turned it on which stopped her dead in her verbal tracks.

"Oh fuck!" Denise blurted.

Giggling to myself, "That's what I figured."

After adjusting the speed up two notches to where the muffled buzz had transformed into a hum, I snickered a little louder. She could no longer speak coherently but only moaned in pleasure against her will. She would puff little squeals as her orgasm started to build. I could tell she was trying to hold back and preoccupied which provided my opportunity.

Seductively, I strolled over to Marty. I lifted his ball gag then kissed him on the mouth, probing my tongue deep inside it. He shook his head as if to make me stop but I held the back of it tightly so that he couldn't break free. After a lengthy kiss, I pulled my mouth away with a loud pop to taunt his wife, "Hey girl. Your hubby kisses amazingly. I loved putting my tongue in his mouth. Just think a complete stranger is making out with your husband."

She was gurgling but tried to respond, "You....better....ung.....stop....you....unngggg!"

Her body contorted in orgasm and while it shook and trembled. I put the ball gag back into Marty's mouth. Lustfully, I began sucking and licking on his neck. Moving my mouth, I would nibble on his ear lobe, making sure that I kept an angle for Denise to see everything I was doing.

"Look Denise...your hubby is hard," I snickered while pointing at his cock which itself was pointed to the ceiling.

I went back to sucking on his neck and moving my lips down to his body. She could see my tongue licking a ttrial though his hairy chest to his stomach then to the tip of his cock. I took a swipe with my tongue, "Mmmmm. That precum is so sweet. You should try this Denise. It's amazing...oh I forgot....you don't like the taste of his cum. What a shame because it's so good."

She managed to blurt out, "Get away from him!"

No sooner than those words escaped her lips, she doubled over with another powerful orgasm, "Oh my god! Ohhhhoooooooooooooo!" With her eyes shut tight, her entire body shuddered.

While she was trying to recover, I began to perform a lap dance on Marty. Swaying and dancing, I first pulled my top off and tossed it at Denise, exposing my tits to her husband. Playfully smacking him in the face with my ponytail, I then lifted the ball gag, took the back of his head, and forced it to my nipple, "Feel how hard my nipples are? Suck it. Ohhhh fuck....Denise he sucks my perky titties so well. Does he suck yours this good?"

Even though Marty was purposely trying not to show that he was sucking my pointed nipple, he had no choice but to have it forced deep inside his mouth, "There you go baby, deepthroat it. Yeah like that. You're gonna make my pussy cum if you keep that up."

The more he would squirm, the harder I pulled him in like I was trying to suffocate him with my tit flesh. His wife was angry but I wasn't sure if she was angry at me, the situation or that she was so turned on by it. She could have easily reached into her pants and pulled the vibrator out but it felt too amazing and the look on her face confirmed it.

I quickly pulled off my leggings and panties. Holding up the crotch of my sweaty thong, I held it directly under Marty's nose while I squatted my gooey pussy on his thigh. Seductively, I squished and grinded on his leg while asking, "You like smelling my sweaty pussy don't you? Keep inhaling the scent right there on the crotch. I had a hard hour workout. Oh my god...look Denise, your husband is so hard sniffing my dirty panties."

Each time he tried to pull back, I would grab his head, "Oh no...don't run from it. Take it in and absorb my scent. Consume that musk."

I rocked back and forth, smearing my pussy juice all over his thigh. With an impending orgasm building, I whined, "Oh God....it feels so good. I think I'm gonna to cum. "Snapping my head back, looking at Denise I gasped, "I'm gonna cum on your husband's leg. Oh! Yeeeessssssssssss!"

The eroticism of the moment contributed to me gushing my lady squirt all over his leg and floor. It was my turn to shake in ecstasy. I stood up, flicked the remaining liquid with my fingers into Marty's face before walking over to Denise and running my finger under her nose.

She pushed my arm away, "Get that away from me you crazy whore."

Sarcastically I responded, "I just thought you wanted to know what my pussy smells because it's all over your husband. He's literally bathing in my DNA."

I increased the speed on the vibrator which completely stifled her verbal barrage. With her eyes and mouth hanging open in a sexual trance, I began applying red lipstick that I had gotten from my bag.

Pouting my lips together, I mocked the angry wife, "Now these lips are ready to suck your husband's dick like it needs to be sucked."

Kneeling in front of Marty, I winked at Denise just before I stuck out my tongue and ran it up the shaft of his leaking 7 inch erection. Careful, to coat both sides in my saliva, I drooled an excess before telling his wife, "You have to get that dick really lubed if you expect to deepthroat it. That helps it slide down." I gestured by pointing to my throat. "You have to treat your throat like it's a pussy," I snickered deviously.

He was squirming, trying to block out the pleasure in front of his wife. She was in her own pre-orgasmic spell while I lustfully licked my lipstick covered lips. Using the tip of my tongue, I blotted the precum off the tip of his cock. When I pulled it back into my mouth, it created a three inch strand of nectar that when it broke, it flung against my chin. Like a dog trying to clean itself, I licked the mess off my face and squeezed his shaft in order to produce even more of that sweet fluid that I craved.

"Mmmmm. That's so good. I bet the real stuff is even better. I can't wait to find out," I taunted Denise again.

When I took the last remnants of Marty's precum and smeared it on my lips like lip gloss, she screamed with another powerful orgasm, "Auuuuuuuuuugggggggggg!"

Her body twitched and shook violently. I opened my mouth and engulfed the rigid mushroom head and tightened my lips around it. With consistent pressure, I slid my mouth down and began to suck his cock. I bobbed my head up and down with a steady rhythm so that she could see it well. Marty gripped the back of the chair while moaning.

Pulling off his cock, I giggled at his wife, "This is a wonderful piece of meat. Notice how I keep my teeth out of the way and don't use your hands. He wants a blowjob not a handjob with your mouth on it. Here's how you deepthroat. Pay attention."

Latching back onto his cock, I took it down until the head pressed against the back of my tonsils. Tightening my throat, I pushed further until it popped past my gag reflex. After a short heave, I gobbled it all the way down to his balls. While I deepthroated him, I fondled those hairy nuts, wanting to feel how full they were with that delicious sperm.

I continued to blow him, using my deepthroating skills for several minutes even though my eyes were watering and sections of mascara began to smudge. I wanted that load. I needed that load. Never using my hands to aid in my quest, I sucked his dick like a woman possessed. Finally, I could feel those all-to-familiar surges coming up the shaft and I knew he was getting closer.

Tightening the grip with my mouth put Marty over the edge and he exhaled a muffled grunt through the ball gag, "Unnngggnnnggnnggggg! Even though I was prepared, it still surprised me how forceful each spurt of cum hit the inside of my esophagus lining. Every pulse, every twitch, and every warm shot was felt down my throat. I couldn't see her but I knew Denise had her most powerful orgasm of the night, judging by the strength of her squeal.

After both husband and wife had finished their intense climaxes, I lifted my mouth off his deflating erection. There was nothing to swallow because all Marty's jizz had been ejaculated directly down my throat so I licked my lips and opened my mouth in the direction of Denise, "Look...all gone. That was so good! Just think...the rest of the day, I'm going to have your husband's sperm swimming around in my tummy."

Using my phone I shut off the vibrator inside's Denise's pussy, allowing her to relax and attempt to catch her breath. I gathered my strewn items, got dressed and took out the handcuff keys from my bag.

As I approached the door to leave, I tossed the keys to Denise and offered sarcastic advice, "Here you go. Keep the handcuffs, ball gag and that vibrator. Just look at this as marriage counseling for free so I just saved you guys a hundred dollars an hour. You're welcome." Right before I closed the door behind me, I peeked back in, "If want any more training on sucking or fucking, I'll be in room 532."