A few years ago, my husband Terry and I had a bet on the results of the Oscars. Once we had made our choice we couldn't agree on the amount of the bet. We have always shared our accounts, so it felt like who ever won would only be getting their own money so not much point.
So, at Terry's suggestion which ever one of us lost would have to be the other one's total slave for the two weeks of our main summer holiday in the south of France. I agreed to this but much to his surprise I won.
When I asked him what he would have done if I had lost he told me that he would have made me wear very short skirts, skimpy T shirts, without any underwear, for the whole of the holiday.
After we had been there a few days, and I was nice and tanned, he would have made me go into a local bar, which we know is frequented by English, Australian and New Zealand sailors from the tall ships that are usually racing there at that time of year, and I would have to have sex with the first man or men who picked me up.
Before going on the holiday, I decided to get my own back on him and without his knowledge purchased a load of items from an on-line sex shop.
On arrival at our holiday villa my orders to him were that he had to be naked in the villa the whole time, wear a slave collar, a cock cage, a heavy ball stretcher and look after me hand and foot, which he did. I also made him lick me out whenever I wanted to, but he could not touch himself or cum because of the cock cage. I told him that if he was a good slave, I might let him make love to me at the end of the holiday.
On the 4th night I told him we were going to have some fun that night and he was to take a shower and completely shave himself, which he did.
When he came out, I gave him some wrist and ankle straps and told him to fasten them on. These straps had small metal rings fitted to the straps. I used small padlocks fitted to the buckles of the straps to make sure he couldn't unfasten them. I then gave him another large ball stretcher weight and told him to add it to the one he had on, which he did, and it dragged his sac much further down. I then put back on his cock cage, so he couldn't masturbate and a leather male chastity belt, which I had cut a hole in the front pouch so his cock and balls could hang through.
The belt was fitted with a huge butt plug which was 4" across and 7" long and I pulled it up tight and locked it in place which firmly plugged him.
I then made him kneel and padlocked his wrists and ankles together behind his back. I then added a large ball gag which I fastened behind his head and locked it with a small padlock.
All his restraints were padlocked shut so none could be removed. He was completely restrained and unable to move. I showed him the keys and placed them on top of a tall cupboard, so he knew he was trapped until I released him.
I think he thought it was going to be his night as he was very aroused with an attempted erection which was painfully constrained by the small penis cage (smallest I could buy, which was only 2" long).
He has a very small penis only 2 inches long when flaccid and only grows to just 4 inches when erect. However, he does have a great tongue which he uses on my pussy to great effect.
After he was secured, I took a slow bath, clean shaved my pussy and oiled my skin and went into the bedroom and choose my shortest little leather mini skirt (just over 17" long), a skinny rib top and a nice pair of 4" high heeled sandals. I decided not to put on any underwear and went back out into the main room where Terry was tied up. He looked extremely excited but became quite crestfallen when I told him I was going out to the bar on my own and I was going to choose who I had sex with and he would remain here whilst I had fun, and if I was feeling generous I might let him lick me clean when I came home later that night, if I came home.
I found the freedom of dressing like a slut wonderful and drove into town and headed for the bar. It was full of testosterone fuelled men, as usual.
I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink. Just sitting on the high stool at the bar was definitely giving guys a flash of my assets and after a few minutes 3 men came over to talk to me and they asked me if I was meeting anyone.
I told them that I was on my own as my husband had just had to fly back to UK for work and wouldn't be back until Saturday.
We slid down a few more drinks and I was quite happy when they asked if I would like to see their boat. They were a sales team in town as part of their company's sales drive and instead of staying in a hotel they had been lent one of the company's large boats moored in the harbour.
I joined them on board, and we quickly moved to one of the master bedrooms where they helped me undress, which didn't take very long, and they all stripped off and I was rewarded with the sight of three lovely fat cocks. The largest must have been 9 inches long and nice and fat, the other two slightly smaller but still much bigger than my husband's 4 inches.
I knelt down and started sucking Brian's cock and felt him grow stiff in my mouth. I reached out and stroked the other two cocks, Peter's and John's to keep them nice and hard. After a few moments, Brian picked me up and took me over to the bed and pushed me on my back and lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders. I couldn't believe how good it felt as he slipped his cock head into my sopping wet cunt. I felt really stretched.
He slowly pushed all the way in, and I heard myself groaning, as it stretched me in ways I had never experienced. After letting me adjust to his size he began to fuck me with slow and steady strokes, almost pulling all the way out before driving back in. He screwed me for what seemed like hours as I had a series of gut-wrenching orgasms. I am normally a one orgasm woman, but I seemed to be having a series of them each one bigger and more intense than the last. When he finally shot, what felt like a gallon of cum inside me I had the most shattering orgasm of my life.
After he rolled off I lay there with my legs wide and cum streaming out of my fanny and without a moment's hesitation John got between my legs and pushed his cock all the way in with a single thrust. He then pounded me to even more orgasms before he flooded me with his load.
He was followed by Peter who pushed the cum back inside me as it started to leak out. He was so worked up from watching the other two that he came quite quickly adding another load to my already full snatch. When he pulled out, I just lay there limp with exhaustion having just had more orgasms in an hour than I had managed in the last 5 years.
Brian led me to the shower, so I could clean up and he gave me a robe to wear. We all moved to the lounge area and had a few more drinks before heading back into the bedroom.