With my cock slowly gliding in and out, Sally looked up at my wife and asked in a taunting voice "don't you wish it was your cunt he was fucking, slut? ....... yessssssssssssssss ....... push it in deep!"
It was difficult for me to choose between focusing on the whore I was fucking, or the one I was married to looking on from the chair only a few feet away. But clearly, Sally was going to make the most of it by making certain my wife knew how good it felt: "Yesssssssssss, fuck me .... fuck me hard ...... ," and then with a pause, "look at him slut ... look at your husband fucking another woman ........ ohhhhhhh yesssssssssss that feels goodddddddddd ... so fucking goodddddddddd." My wife sat there, motionless, watching me fuck another woman for the first time in her life. At the same time, I couldn't say whether Sally was merely acting or was as hot as her words suggested. But I was only human and could feel myself getting ready to cum, which I announced with "ok whore ... now its time to cum."
"Cummmmmm ...... cummmmmm .... cummmmmmmmm ...." she cried, bucking her ass back hard against me, until her moan of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" announced our simultaneous orgasms.
One of the wonders of the female sex, of course, is that one cum is merely an excuse for others whereas men need some time to recharge. Pulling my cock out of her cunt and stepping off the bed, Sally immediately got up, walked to my wife, and buried her face in Betty's cunt.
Ring gag or no, there was no mistaking my wife's guttural grunts and groans and the drool running down her chin to know she was close to cumming herself. Suddenly there was a muffled gagging scream as Sally bit down. And the biting continued as my wife seemed to writhe in a combination of agony and pleasure. With her mouth tightly gagged by the ring it was impossible for me to tell how much was pain and how much was pleasure ... not that Sally seemed to care as she continued to feast on the cunt at her mouth.
By then my wife's head was thrown back, eyes seemingly glazed, gurgling cries, pleading or whatever coming from her mouth as her hips and stomach began to tremble, even convulse. Pulling her head away from between my wife's legs, Sally said simply "see, I knew she'd cum from that."
Grabbing the ring of her posture collar, Sally unceremoniously pulled my wife up and threw her face forward half onto the bed so that her ass was at its edge. "Time to fuck this slut's ass and tighten that corset," she announced. And with that she retrieved a strap-on from her bag, which, unlike the one she used at the club, had a dong for her own cunt as well. However, before the fucking commenced, she announced as she released the buckle in back of my wife's head holding the ring gag in place, "I think it will be more fun if we and whoever is nearby listens to this whore's ass getting fucked."
And with that my wife let go with a piercing cry of "owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" as the dildo was driven deep and fast into her. With Sally driving the strap on as deep and hard as she could, it took less than a minute for Betty to begin her rhythmic cry "ohhhhh godddd ......... ohhhhhhh goddddddd ........... ohhhhhhhhh goddddddddddddddd ........." until a screaming "aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" announced her orgasm.
Sally, however, was relentless and not about to let my wife get away with only one cum. I could literally hear her slamming into my wife, who was now crying "noooooooooo ........ pleaseeeeee ....... nooooooooooo ........ pleaseeeeee ....... noooooooooooooo" to the rhythm of Sally's thrusts.
These were no longer cries of pleasure but almost a pleading for Sally's assault to end. Soon enough, however, there was another piercing cry as a second orgasm ripped thru her.
Now, however and for the first time, Sally began pulling on the laces to my wife's corset, tightening it as she fucked her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh godddddddddddd ........ ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddd," my wife continued to cry, but her words soon turned, as they had before when I fucked her in this way, to "noooooooo .... pleaseeeeeeeeee ... too tight ........ pleaseeeeeeeeee."
Sally paid no more heed to her pleas than I had, and she continued to pull on the laces while ramming the strap on up Betty's ass. My wife was now crying ... sobbing actually ... a whimpered 'please ... no' as Sally assaulted her. But as the corset closed fully, her repetitive sobs of 'please no ........ please no .......' built to a crescendo until she wailed her telltale "aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" as yet another orgasm consumed her.
Sally for her part was hardly immune to the wild abandonment of the moment, letting out her own orgasmic "yessssssssssssssssssssssssss" at the same time as my wife's wail.
Having finally achieved some release of her own, Sally pulled out and removed her strap on while my wife lay there. And while I might have expected Sally to relax, she was relentless in making my wife her bitch. As soon as she shed the strap on, she returned to Betty to gag her again with the ring gag. In some respects, this left my wife a pitiful sight ... gagged, drooling, posture collar firmly in place, hands still clamped behind her back, and a corset pulled so tight her waist was unnaturally tiny compared to her now accentuated tits and ass. And, of course, one has to combine that description with eyes that have the pleading look one associates with a woman who knows her service as another woman's slut was anything but done.
Sally, though, now wanted her own cunt attended to, and in her own way. The ring gag might muffle and garble my wife's moans and cries, but it did not preclude her from using her tongue. With the suggestion that I simply sit back and watch, Sally disconnected my wife's wrist clamps, but only so she could position Betty on her back on the bed. Betty seemed to relax for a minute with her new-found 'freedom', but that relaxation was short lived. With her hands resting on the headboard, Sally straddled my wife's face to feed her a cunt. Bent forward and grinding into the open-gagged mouth, Sally commanded "tongue it bitch ... tongue it good!"
With Sally's cunt covering her mouth, it was difficult to gain a full sense of whether my wife was enjoying her taste of another woman. For the first few minutes she seemed simply to lay there. However, from the expressions on Sally's face there was no doubt my wife's tongue was doing what it had been ordered to do, a fact confirmed by Sally's occasional comment, now more a moan of pleasure than a harsh command, "yesssss ... tongue it .... tongue it my little bitch!"
After two or three minutes of this my wife's hands reached up to grasp Sally's hips, and I knew her pleasure at being forced to tongue another woman's cunt was at least as great as Sally's. I can't say whether it was the taste of a cunt or simply the pleasure my wife derived from serving as a slut, but soon thereafter her hips were noticeably rising and falling to meet some imaginary cock. Sally herself could sense Betty's increasing excitement as she now commanded "yes bitch ... make me cum ... make me cum" until, rocking furiously against my wife's mouth, she let out her own cry of pleasure "yessssssssssssss .... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
It was impossible to tell whether my wife came in unison with Sally, but her humiliation at Sally's hand was not done, for it was then that I was made to understand the full intent of the gag when doubtlessly the pleasure of having her cunt tongued would have been greater had the gag not been there: "Now whore, drink my piss!"
As hard as my cock was once again, I was fascinated by the fact that my wife made no attempt to object. Instead, she simply lay there, her hands still on Sally's hips. But as soon as the piss began to flow, my wife's hips and legs moved as if she were seeking some escape. Gagging and coughing, though perhaps making a vain attempt to drink what she could, a good deal of golden fluid spilled over her cheeks and onto the bed as Sally commanded "drink it whore ... drink it!"
Finally, Sally rose, but only so she could feast on my wife's cunt. And regardless of how degraded my wife might have felt at having Sally piss into her mouth, she responded as she normally would -- wrapping her legs around Sally's head, arching her back and moaning in pleasure.
It was then, perhaps that I understood fully my lack of understanding of sub sluts. I knew my wife felt degraded, disgusted even, at having been forced to drink someone's piss. Were she like me she would have found the experience a total turn off. But it was clear that the abject humiliation she had just experienced was actually something of a turn on for her ... or at least not a turn off. As strange as it seemed to me at the time, she needed the humiliation and degradation.
By then my cock was literally throbbing and I needed little additional encouragement when Sally pulled her face momentarily away from my wife's cunt and moaned "fuck me."
Slipping on a condom, I my cock slit into Sally's cunt as she feasted on the cunt at her mouth.
My wife by this time was making those garbled sounds only a gagged bitch in heat can make when being pleasured as she began to fondle her own tits while pushing her hips up to meet Sally's mouth.
Pressing my cock up hard, I commanded "cum whore ... cum," without any attempt at distinguishing between the two whores beneath me.
There followed several minutes of utter sexual abandon as Sally, with my cock slamming in and out of her, ate ravenously at my wife's cunt while my wife, with her eyes now tightly shut, continued with her garbled sounds of total surrender. Those minutes ended only when my cock exploded into the condom that sheathed it. Sally's reaction was to cum herself while biting down hard on my wife's cunt, while my wife in turn, letting out a garbled scream, came as well.
