Buae

There is no doubt that her husband of two years is a wonderfully caring, understanding man. It's not easy being with a bisexual woman in an open marriage, but he handles it well. When he watches or joins in when she shares their bed with another woman he has an awesome time. When they share with other couples in bed, either swapping or through foursomes, it gives him the opportunity to be with another woman as well. Hell, even the couple times he whored his wife out to his boss in order to help land a promotion were amazingly fun as well.

He is in his mid-40's, 5'8" tall, keeps his beard and mustache trimmed short and his graying hair long, often in a ponytail. One of the luckiest days of his life was when he met his soon-to-be wife, a pretty thing, 5'4" tall, with deep brown eyes and long brown hair. Fifteen years younger than he is, she exudes a sexual aura with every motion she makes. At home, she spends more time nude than she does clothed, and treats him in living out his every fantasy.

An example of how well he handles her monstrous sex drive happened a few weeks ago. He came home from work one day to find her in bed having sex with one of their neighbors. It was a warm spring day and she had just finished mowing the lawn. The neighbor was watching her from his deck as she pushed the mower back and forth in rows in the backyard in a pair of low-rider jeans and a bikini top. His offer of a cold drink when she was finished was taken nicely, and one thing led to another.

When her husband came home, she was atop her neighbor in bed. The neighbor slowed and almost panicked, but the wife continued astride him with all the more fervor. The husband came into the bedroom and saw the curves of his wife's soft, round ass bouncing up and down; she glanced over her shoulder and smiled without an iota of shame. The husband just shook his head, smiled back, and disrobed.

She slowed her pace just enough as her husband was leaning down to stop fucking for a few seconds to kiss him hello. When he stood back up at the edge of the bed, the neighbor glanced over to see him in his full glory... 9½ inches long and very nearly two inches wide. The neighbor had never wondered why the husband had married her, but even though a chuckle went through his mind as to how well-endowed the husband was, deep down he knew there was more to it than just that for her.

She took her hands off her neighbor's pinned-down shoulders, reached for his wrists, and laid his hands over her breasts, hanging down and swaying with each motion of her body as she fucked him. He squeezed them gently at first, then harder. As he looked up from his hands, he saw her leaning toward the side of the bed where her husband stood... his cock pointed straight toward her face and her mouth opened like a hungry nestling waiting to be fed. Her lips met his flesh, and the head of his cock disappered into her mouth with two moans, one from each of the couple.

Her hands moved from the neighbor's wrists and onto her husband's hips. She let out muffled moans with her mouth full of one cock, her pussy with another. The neighbor's hands moved from the wife's breasts down to her hips, and once planting his feet into the soft bed, began fucking her from underneath as hard as he could. His blows were enough to not only make the room echo with the slaps of his hard pelvis against the insides of her thighs and bottom of her ass, but also to jerk her body forward with each blow, watching her be impaled through the mouth with her husband's huge, stiff cock.

The moment of panic or confusion the neighbor had felt earlier when the husband came home subsided, and lust and curiosity took over. He had known the wife was sexy, but now he'd get to see how far she'd really be willing to go.

The neighbor pumped hard and fast into her from underneath for a few minutes, and the moans he and the wife gave both indicated they were close. He stopped for a moment to find new strength to finish off, but as soon as he did, she slid up the length of his cock and closer to her husband. He wondered, "Can she do it?" He didn't have to wonder for long. She had deep-throated his own cock a few times when sucking it earlier, but he was in awe watching her take all of her husband's in. He even saw the front of her neck expand as it went into her throat. She held it for a few seconds, then slid back, breathed quickly, and swallowed the huge cock once again. Her face then bobbed back and forth on her husband's cock a few times, and when he pulled out of her mouth a rather large line of saliva drooled from her bottom lip and down to the edge of the bed.

The wife slipped her pussy back down the length of the neighbor's shaft, grinding her clit onto his pubic bone and moaning deeply. He felt her body collapsing onto his, her soft breasts pillowing his chest. He then felt the bed moving near his legs... the husband was kneeling out of his view onto the mattress to mount her from behind. The neighbor was entranced, almost hypnotized by the wife's sexuality.

The neighbor watched her face closely as the husband's knees planted between his own and the wife's. Then the look of wanton lust, pain, greedy pleasure, and amazement on her face was even more sexy than the deep, gutteral moan she exuded as he knew the husband's cock had entered her ass. Now it was the husband's turn to take over, ramming into his wife's body from behind and forcing her pussy deeper onto the neighbor's cock with every blow. The neighbor felt her body quivering between the two men and between that and the sheer loudness of her moans, knew she was climaxing.

A moment later she began to recover herself, and pushed gently up from the neighbor. Somehow she was able to take over, rocking her hips back and forth, sliding easily up onto her husband's cock in her ass, and down onto the neighbor's cock in her pussy. She fucked both men at the same time and was nothing short of amazing to the neighbor. He regarded everything he could see of her body... her trimmed curls mingling with his own with every push down, her thin waist contracting with every breath, her perfectly-sized (though slightly sagging) breasts swaying back and forth with every motion of her body, and her face... which though he'd always thought was pretty, seemed so much more with it slightly contorted in pleasure, her mouth agape, and her dark eyes seemed glowingly black in lust.

The sight of it all put him over the edge, and with a few stuttering, growing moans, exploded into her pussy. Stream after stream of cum pulsed and flowed into her, and as he tried to focus on her eyes, he seemed to find the hint of a proud smile in them.

With only one cock hard to fuck, the wife eased her way off from it, knowing it was going to be hers for the rest of the night... for the rest of her life. The husband kneeled back and gave her more room, and she straddled over the neighbor and off from him to sit on the edge of the bed next to her husband. The neighbor, before getting up, knowing it was time to leave the couple to themselves, couldn't help but glance up at the husband and state, "You are the luckiest bastard in the world."

The husband, smiling down at his wife, feeling her hand caressing over his hairy chest, kissed her and replied, "Yeah, I am."

The neighbor clothed himself and left, wishing the couple a very good evening on his way out. He had no doubt they would do just that.

Over the course of that evening, through sex, dinner, sex, tv, and more sex before bed, the couple indeed had a wonderful night. The next few days, though, the wife thought her husband seemed somewhat preoccupied around the house. When she asked, he said it was mainly stuff for work, and told her of some of the things going on there, but she secretly wondered if it was the fact that the neighbor had been over. Sure, he'd seen her have sex with other men in the foursomes they occasionally enjoyed, and he knew she did fool around with other men... but this was the first time he'd actually caught her in the act.

After those few days, though, he still seemed preoccupied, and she decided to ask if that was it. He denied that was the case, but she instictively knew she was on the right path. She slowed her wild ways for the next couple weeks, keeping to her husband only, and knew he was more than satisfied every time they made love.

A few days ago, she mentioned that it might be nice to go and visit her mom this weekend, but he said instead that he was hoping to throw a barbecue this weekend for the guys at work. She was a tad miffed that he'd never mentioned it, but hid it well and knew that could be fun, too. She asked what she could do to help, but he insisted nothing... that he'd just pick up some salads and buns from the grocery store, and guaranteed she wouldn't have to lift a finger.

With her home life just a little confusing, things seemed to be off, everywhere. The guys at her workplace seemed to treat her a little differently, joking more about sex than usual, if that's possible. At home for the next two nights, the husband went down on her both nights and got her off nicely, but said he didn't want to have sex. Something, she thought, was really, really strange.

She woke up this morning, the day of the barbecue, to find her husband not in bed. She wandered into the kitchen for her first cup of coffee for the day and found a vase of orchids on the table behind a wrapped gift. She smiled and opened the card, reading, "For making my every fantasy come true, with love." Her heart pulsed wondrously as she opened the wrapping, but again a slightly curious feeling ran through her as she looked inside the box. It was a sundress and was nice in a peasant-girl sort of way, though she could tell it was not nearly as nice as the clothes and dresses he usually bought for her. It was more the type of thing she'd buy for herself at a thrift store, not to receive from him. Still, she was grateful that he was thinking of her and hung it up in the bathroom.

She went outside and found her husband, putting up a small three-sided tent at the edge of the back yard. It seemed odd that the back of it was not in their own yard, but instead went over the rail fence on the border of their neighbor's place. "It's supposed to be a sunny day," he explained, "And this will help keep the half-barrel cool." When asked why it went over the fence, the husband said the ground there was a little slanted and this was the best way to keep it from tilting over.

Still groggy from waking up, she then realized a half-barrel? She asked, "Do we need that much beer for a barbecue? How many people are coming over today?" He just smiled and said a lot. He suggested she get cleaned up and ready for her day, while he was off to the bar to pick up the keg.

She went inside to finish her coffee, had another cup, and was just getting out of the shower when her husband returned. He was busy doing what she called "guy stuff," rolling the keg into the back yard, getting the coals of the grill started, setting up a table with plastic cups, paper plates, plastic silverware, a couple large metal bins filled with ice, the extra folding chairs out from the garage. He really was taking care of everything, leaving her to simply have a fun day.

When he saw her looking out the patio door at him, he smiled and came over to her. She was wearing her short, terry cloth bathrobe and a towel on her head to soak up her still-damp hair. He came in and shared one more cup of coffee with her, then said it was time to get dressed, despite the fact that it was still two hours before people were supposed to arrive. They went off to the bedroom and she sat at her dressing table to blow-dry her hair. She started to pull her hair back and reached for a scrunchie for a ponytail, knowing it was going to be a warm day outside, but he asked if she could keep it down, instead. She shrugged, wanting to please her husband. She put on the new sundress, covering her body in a way comfortable and usual to her, showing off her figure nicely.

"Perfect," he said, admiringly. She smiled at him. He added, "There's one thing missing, though," and went over to the bottom drawer of her dresser. Her eyes widened as he approached there, knowing he knew full-well that's where her toys were. He pulled out a set of ben-wa balls and asked, "May I?"

"What's getting into you?!?" she asked, excitedly. He knelt beside her feet and explained that he'd been saving up for a couple days and wanted to be sure she was ready for afterward. There was never a doubt she'd be ready, but she smiled at the torturously teasing prospect and turned her seat to face him, lifting a foot over his head and onto the arm of the chair, raising the hem of the dress up, and leaning back.

He leaned in and began licking up and down her folds, then pressed his tongue inside. He licked up to her clit tasting and teasing it, but never getting to the point of full satisfaction for her. If there was one thing she loved about having sex with her husband, it's that he knew the value of a proper tease as well as she did.

It didn't take long to get her wet, and when he did, he spread her petals apart with two fingers and pushed the first of the two balls inside. Once it disappeared into her pussy, he pushed the second in as well. She groaned as he put the balls inside her, not only for the stretching of her labia as they went in, but also for the wanton torture she'd have to endure the rest of the afternoon. She knew once the people left, she was going to be so hard up she'd absolutely fuck him into next week. She saw the smug smile on his face, and knew he knew it, too.

There was still plenty of time before the guests were to arrive, and he suggested a walk through the neighborhood. She just moaned at the thought, knowing walking around for a while would get the balls inside her moving to the point of her wanting to fuck instantly. Still, after all the teases she'd so expertly performed on him in the past, a little turnabout was more than fair play. She slipped into a pair of flip-flops, and the couple walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk a half-mile or so, then returned up the other side... commenting on their neighbors' landscaping choices and waving and wishing good morning to any who were outside.

They were gone from home less than half an hour, but the ben-wa balls were definitely having their effect. She could feel them with every step, and at times actually heard them clicking together from inside her. Sure enough, when they got home, she was ready to fuck a table leg, and hoped that everyone would be going home from the party relatively early. She slipped out of her sandals and waited in the back yard, barefoot with a cold drink.

The first guests to arrive were a couple single guys from her husband's workplace. Then another arrived, though for some reason he didn't bring his wife. When one of the couples with whom they'd shared a foursome came around the side of the house, she glanced at her husband a little curiously. "Oh, I invited some other people you knew, too, so you would have someone to be able to talk with more easily." She smiled cheerfully at what a thoughtful man her husband was.

Within the next hour, cars were lined up both sides of the street near their home. This so-called "barbecue" had turned into a monster party, and music soon was blaring from the stereo from speakers moved in front of the patio doors. Not only were there guys from his workplace, but several from hers as well, at least a dozen guys from their neighborhood, couples would been intimate friends of theirs, and a number of gate-crashers. There were two things blaringly obvious to her, though... the number of guys in attendance was well over 50, and the only women there at all were those with whom she'd had sex before.

Everyone was drinking beer and chilled bottles of spiked lemonade or iced tea, and the three barbecue grills (two neighbors had carted their's over as well) were all hot and ready to cook. The husband turned down the music and thanked everyone for coming. He said it was time to pay tribute to the guest of honor, though, and he motioned for his wife to come over at his side. She did, waiting for whatever announcement her husband was about to make, honoring whomever it was supposed to be.

He turned and whispered into her ear, "This is for you, baby, the day you've always fantasized about." He raised his hands to her cheeks and kissed her mouth deeply, then backed to show her to the awaiting crowd. She was the absolute last person to know what was going to happen next. Her husband then dropped his hands down her face to her neck, then along the edges of her dress, and with one quick motion, tore straight down the front, ripping her dress open for everyone to see his wife's naked body.

Though well over half of the people there had seen her naked before, she was still flushed. She was, from the ben-wa balls, horny as hell, and now to be exhibited in front of everyone caused her to shudder in excitement and she was barely able to breathe. Everyone cheered aloud at the sight, and she couldn't help but stand proudly, not wavering to hide or cover herself in the least. Her nipples tightened, free in the outside air as her huband tore the dress all the way down her thighs, then standing behind her and slipping the straps off her shoulders and down her arms.

While her husband was behind her, she felt her arms pulled back... not so much by the dress being removed, but by her husband's hands as well. So excited to be nude in front of the crowd, it took a moment to realize her wrists were being bound. With a playful smack on her soft ass, she was urged out into the lawn. The crowd was still cheering and many were laughing, and she was led to the beer tent. A couple of the guys helped her husband when he asked them to move the barrel to the deck by the rest of the drinks, and the real reason for having the tent placed as it was became deliciously obvious to her. She was forced to her knees in front of the rail fence post and her ankles were bound behind it. One of the ties from her wrists was removed, then replaced when her hands her behind the post as well.

"I'm going to get you for this!" she laughed at her husband, but he merely smiled down at her and responded he couldn't wait for her to try. As he opened the button and fly on his khaki shorts and pulled out his cock, she sucked on the head of it as best as she could while trapped. While sucking on him, it came to her why he'd been so preoccupied of late... why everyone she knew had been acting oddly... how this moment had been planned over the past three weeks, and done so without even a hint of her knowledge. It was better than any surprise she'd ever had.

The husband took a step back and began masturbating. She wasn't sure if it was performance anxiety or what, but it seemed to take a few minutes longer than usual for him to get off. This was, of course, no trouble or bother for her, as she was able to stare at his perfect cock a few minutes longer as well. With an audible sigh of a groan, he began cumming on his wife. The first shot streamed up her right cheek, over her closed-just-in-time eye, over her forehead, and into her hair. The following shots laced lines of cum over her nose, left cheek, lips, and chin. Her opened mouth hungrily swallowed the few drops of seed that fell there, but that was not the purpose of this exercise. She simply knelt there, bound, helpless, and loved every second of it.

When he was done, another man stepped up to her, and again she watched him stroking on his cock in want and primal desire, lubed with a bottle of olive oil that had been brought from the kitchen, until he, too, unloaded his cum on her face as well. After about ten guys, there was enough covering her eyelids that she thought she'd best leave them closed. Still, she smiled and laughed, joked around with the guys when they introduced themselves as she was blinded, and moaned delightedly as each ejaculated on her face.