Hank and Heidi are a married couple I have known for some years. Hank and I are both ready to swing, swap wives and orchestrate orgies, but our spouses have always been unwilling.
My wife said no to any kind of swinging when I brought up the subject. Heidi was not even approached by Hank, for he said her views on sex are extremely straight, the product of a neurotic mother and harsh catholic upbringing.
Life went on and my buddy and I shared our fantasies. I showed Hank a few Polaroid's from my private collection and he enjoyed the images of my naked wife playing with herself, showering or being fucked.
Hank wanted to repay the favor so he set up a video camera inside a hotel closet during a vacation trip, bringing back an interesting set of clips. The first showed Heidi undressing and putting on a modest, one-piece bathing suit. The light was fairly good and the focus was sharp. Heidi had a creamy white ass, excellent tits with large, chewable nipples and a fairly hairy mound between her legs.
The second clip was in the bathroom the video camera placed inside a gym bag on the floor. The light was first rate and Heidi could be seen behind the glass shower door, lathering her body with soap. Hank entered the cubicle and played with her tits, rubbing his dick against the crack of her ass. She went along with the petting for about a minute before reminding him that they had to get dressed to meet people for dinner.
The last clip was another from-the-closet shot, showing both fucking on their hotel bed. It was a thrill to think that I was watching Heidi fuck and she was unaware of my voyeurism. She was on the bottom her legs wide open as Hank drove his meat into the wet slit.
For over a year we occasionally shared photos or video clips, until a series of events just happened and the unexpected became reality. It started on a day when Heidi visited the dentist and I accompanied the couple, offering myself as a driver so Hank could care for his wife in case she became a little punchy from medication.
Heidi seemed okay, but I had barely pulled out the medical building's parking lot when she made a grunting sound.
"You okay?" I asked, "Need anything?"
"I need some cock," she answered slowly but clearly.
Hank and I were stunned. Heidi was proper, did not curse and she thought sex was something you did as a chore, like washing dishes or vacuuming.
"What did you say?" Hank asked.
"About what?" she answered, her eyes slightly unfocused.
"What did you want?"
"I'm horny," she answered, "I want to… be tied down to a bed…and I want to be fucked."
"Do you like to be fucked, Heidi?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," she answered, giggling, "I like to be fucked…I like to feel helpless…helpless and naked…I like to be ordered."
"Ordered to do what?"
"To accept…obey…take a cock in my mouth."
"Did you ever do that?" I asked.
"Once," she answered, her voice a little slurred, "with Nelson."
"Who's Nelson?" Hank asked.
"He was a young soldier, a boyfriend of one of the girls from the Catholic school…Lucy was my friend and she ate my pussy…"
"She did?" Hank asked, totally stunned.
"Yes…she was the first one to ever touch me…she took me one day in the showers and I liked it…and we…often…a year later she gave me Nelson as a birthday gift…he spanked me …he humiliated me and made me suck his cock."
"Was he the only one?"
"Of course," she slurred, "I am a married woman…married virgin."
"Why don't you do those things with Hank?" I asked.
"He's straight…never orders me…I would…enjoy being…raped…like game."
She nodded off quickly, breathing evenly and snoring slightly. Hank and I conferred in whispers, elaborating a plan by the time I pulled into their driveway.
I would not fuck her tonight, for I don't rape drugged women and Hank was not about to abuse his wife. My ethics did not allow real rape but I was willing to enjoy a live show.
Hank walked his staggering wife into the house, purposefully leaving his door open. I waited a few seconds, then followed. I stood in the hallway and looked into their bedroom, where Hank was undressing his wife. My meat went hard as I saw the dress removed, the bra falling loose to show the pencil eraser nipples that Hank pinched lightly, making Heidi moan.
Her ass was creamy white and Hank's fingers caressed the wet slit between her legs. Heidi moaned again and Hank placed her gently on the bed, her legs opened, her wet slit ten feet from me. It did not take long for Heidi to be snoring once more, and we both stared at her for several minutes. Before I left, Hank took a dozen digital shots of Heidi, sprawled naked in bed. Within two days he had the photos on display in one of the net voyeur sites, although none showed her face.
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I have no memory of what happened that day and now I wish I did, for it was erotic.
For years I have lived a repressed sexual lifestyle, without even being aware of the problem. My cravings and hungers have been buried in my subconscious.
A week after my visit to the dentist, Hank showed up with a gift box. I was stunned to find a black miniskirt, a see-through mesh top with a thong. Was he out of his mind?
"I can't wear this," I said, "it's not right."
"You don't have a choice," Hank answered in a stern voice, "You will wear it around the house."
" But I…"
"No choice," he said, " I told you to wear it. It's an order, not a suggestion."
I was very surprised but I followed his order. It was embarrassing as I walked around the house, preparing lunch, putting away laundry, to be so exposed. The rubbing of my nipples on the black nylon mesh made them hard.
Hank was obviously excited. As I passed by he stopped me, one of his hands moving under my skirt caressing my ass.
"I have work to do…"
"Be quiet," he answered, "from now on your job is going to be to obey me."
I gasped. What the hell was going on? I was surprised. An image came to my mind, a memory from years ago, when a corporal with a barrel chest and a crew cut ordered me, spanked me and fed me his cock while I whimpered in shame and depraved delight.
Hank caressed me and kissed me, like high school kids kiss, tongue swirling. The old memory of Nelson placing his fat dick on my lips made me shiver with excitement.
I was startled by a knock at the door.
"Open it," I said to Hank, "and I'll go change."
"No," he answered, "You open the door now."
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When she opened the door I smiled and Heidi blushed, averting her eyes. She did look good, miniskirt riding up on white, warm thighs, nipples outlined on the almost see-through mesh top.
"Do you like Heidi dressed like that?" Hank asked, "She's is trying out her street whore outfit."
"Very nice," I said, " yes, she looks good enough to consider spending a bucks."
Heidi blushed deeply, her eyes opening wide in surprise. She began to talk, but a hand movement from Hank made her silent.
Our chat lasted a few minutes. I left with a hard on that was obvious to the happy couple.
