X-Rated Request for Friendship

Author's introduction: A very dear friend and fellow author here recently contacted me following the publication of my story 'Kidnapped'. She asked me if I realised that I have had stories published that start with every letter of the alphabet except X. This rather contrived title is my attempt to put the record straight. Most of what follows actually happened, although I've written the story as if the events described occurred along a linear timeline. They didn't. And I didn't get to travel to California to meet 'Queen' and her cuckold, 'caged'. Mind you, that doesn't mean to say that I wouldn't have, given the opportunity. 'Never say never' is my motto.

As in all of my stories, all sexual activity described below takes place between consenting adults of at least 18 years of age. I am grateful to my dear friend for her diligence in pointing out the gap in my works. I hope she, and all of my lovely, loyal readers enjoy this almost factual story. Please consider scoring it, and leave a comment if you can. All authors appreciate feedback.

Richard and I had just celebrated our third wedding anniversary. A lot had changed in the last year. We had joined a swinger group about eight months ago, and for the first time in my married life I knew what it was like to be fucked by a real man sized cock. To say that I was hooked on sex was an understatement.

I was head over heels in love with Richard, and I will always be grateful to him for suggesting that we try swinging. We became a lot more adventurous in our own sex life too, and we both enjoyed going on the internet and looking at porn. It was while we were surfing a particular site that specialised in erotic photography that I spotted a set of pictures that led me to click on the home page of the people who had posted these particular images.

"Look at these " I said to Richard, who was just coming into the small room upstairs that we both used as an office. He put the two wine glasses that he was carrying down and sat next to me.

"What on earth is he wearing on his cock?" I asked, genuinely mystified. "And look at his balls! They're huge, and I'm sure they're not supposed to be that colour."

Richard smiled and passed me my wine.

"It's a chastity cage," he replied knowingly. "Some couples practice what they call tease and denial. If you look carefully, you can see that what he's wearing is locked on with that little padlock, look. It means he probably can't get a full erection, and he can't get himself off either. That's why his balls are so swollen."

As I looked carefully at each of the pictures that this couple had posted on their home page, I became aware of a lovely tingling feeling between my legs. I scrolled down, and I heard Richard inhale deeply. He seemed to be concentrating on one particular photograph,which showed the bottom half of a woman's face.

Her full lips were coated with a very bright shade of red lipstick, and she was holding a thin cigar in her mouth with fingers that were topped with similarly coloured nails.

"Who ever she is, she's a cigar smoker " he muttered hoarsely, and I immediately thought of Richard's Aunty Alice, whom we had met at a family wedding a few months previously.

"Just like your Aunty Alice," I teased Richard. "I wonder if this woman is anything like her?"

"What do you mean?" asked Richard quietly.

"Well you know," I replied with a mischievous grin, "swears like a trooper, drinks like a fish, smokes cigars and sleeps with women."

Richard blushed deeply and wriggled uncomfortably on his chair.

"Aunty Alice is the black sheep of our family," he replied. "I was so embarrassed when she came to talk to us at that wedding. She was pissed out of her head!"

I laughed.

"Yes, she was very drunk," I agreed, "but I seem to recall that later on that night when we were in bed together, we were fucking and when I said I could smell her cigar smoke on your hair, you shot your bolt almost immediately afterwards."

Richard blushed again, and used the mouse to scroll down the page.

"They seem to have adopted a Female Led Marriage," he said, clicking on a set of photographs which showed the woman's bum cheek which sported a tattoo of an elaborate looking key. There was another picture of what I assumed was the same man, wearing a different type of chastity cage. His bum cheek was also tattooed. It read

"Owned by", above an image of a crown but the name of his Owner had been pixelated out.

"Bloody hell!" I giggled, "they're into this in a big way, aren't they? I wonder how they cope if either of them has to go to the doctor for an examination?"

"Look at this one," Richard chuckled, scrolling down the page even further. He clicked on a photograph which showed another image of the man's cock. It was a wider image, so that it could be seen that he was completely shaved above his chastity device.

On one side of his groin was a tattoo of a lock and on the other side he had been tattooed with the words 'Negata est voluptas' in copperplate letters.

"What the hell does that mean?" Richard asked. "I didn't do Latin in school!"

"Me neither," I replied, taking the mouse out of his hand and using it to open a new screen. I pulled up Google translate and typed the words in. When the translation came up, we both looked at one another and burst into laughter.

"Bloody hell! 'Pleasure is denied'!" I giggled. "This is one very kinky couple. Why on earth would he want to be denied pleasure?"

Richard looked at me soberly.

"Pleasure comes in many guises," he said softly. "You've discovered pleasure in having a nice big cock to give you an orgasm. I get pleasure from knowing you are being looked after in a way that I can't manage. I suppose he gets his kicks from not being allowed to have a proper hard on, and by the look of his balls, he hasn't cum in ages. I bet they're really sore and tender!"

I looked at Richard, who blushed deeply.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied. "But you do seem to know a lot about being kept in chastity. Anyone would think that's what you want!"

He blushed again, but said nothing.

A few months later, our lives took yet another new direction. I didn't know it at the time, but this change was to influence Richard and my relationship. And it all came about because of a particularly unseasonal blizzard.

It was a Friday in November, and by the time I got home from school, the sky was pitch black, it was freezing cold and as I got out of the car and went indoors, it began to snow.

Richard and I were due to go to a swinger party that evening. It was at a house about thirty miles away, and it was being hosted by a couple Richard and I had never met.

They had recently re-joined the swinging scene, and had sent out a blanket invitation to all members of our group.

I wanted to make a good impression, and so I'd laid out the clothes that I was going to wear before leaving for school that morning. Now I looked at my little black cocktail dress, my sheer black stockings with their frilly tops and the pair of "fuck me" stiletto heeled shoes doubtfully. Given the weather outside, it would be more sensible for me to wear my leather trousers, a thick jumper and a pair of sturdy walking boots.

I had a lovely warm shower, and had shaved my cunt so that it was beautifully smooth. I sat on the bed in my towelling bath robe and was trying to decide what to wear when Richard came home.

"Sorry I'm late, he muttered, "the roads are dreadful. I really don't fancy driving all the way to this party only to find it has been cancelled because of the weather. I think we ought to telephone to see if it is still going ahead."

I nodded, and told him that I thought that was a good idea. I picked up the invitation we had received and found a telephone number.

"I'll do it," I said, reaching for the telephone that lived on a small table on my side of the bed. Before I could pick up the receiver, it began to ring. I picked up the handset and identified myself.

"Hello?" I began before reciting our home telephone number. A voice with a cut glass accent sounded in my ear.

"Mrs. Simpson?" the voice asked, and I confirmed that I was indeed Olwen Simpson.

"It's about the party that you and your husband are due to attend at my house this evening " the caller continued.

"Oh, what a coincidence," I replied, I was just about to phone you. The weather here is dreadful. It's snowing very heavily, and Richard and I were concerned that the party might be cancelled."

"Nothing of the kind," came the reply. "It is not snowing here. But I didn't contact you to talk about the weather. It has come to my attention that your husband is very poorly equipped. That on its own wouldn't be too much of an issue, but my informant has told me that he also suffers from premature ejaculation. I simply cannot countenance having such a person at one of my parties. If I'd realised your shortcomings, I'd never have sent you an invitation. I'm sorry to say that you will not be welcome here tonight. Good evening."

I listened to the silence in my ear, and replaced the receiver with a shaky hand.

Richard, who had gone into the en suite bathroom, returned wearing only his pants. He looked at me curiously.

"You look as if you've seen a ghost," he smiled. "Who was that on the phone?"

"Our erstwhile hostess," I told him in a shaky voice. I bit my trembling lip to try and prevent myself from bursting into tears.

"She knew about you, Richard. She told me we are not welcome at the party tonight."

I did start to cry then, and my darling husband rushed over and put his arm around me.

"Don't worry," he consoled me. "There'll be other parties. Let's go and turn the computer on and look at some porn. We'll have our own party. Just you and me!"

I found some consolation that evening watching porn with Richard. We had started watching clips of group sex and orgies since we had joined the swinger group, and the site that we used that night included clips which showed not only group sex, but also some domination scenarios as well as cuckolding scenes where the wife was fucked by a stranger whilst her husband watched.

When we eventually got to bed that night, I was aching to be fucked, but as it turned out, Richard had got so excited whilst watching the porn clips that he'd cum in his pants ages ago. He couldn't get it up again, and I had to make do with his fingers and his tongue.

I was still needy in the morning, so I grabbed hold of his little cock when I woke up and slipped it into my mouth. I love the feeling of it getting hard as I suck him, and eventually, my darling husband woke up.

"Mmm! That's lovely," he said sleepily. "But you'd better stop if you want me to fuck you, my darling. You know I go off very quickly when you suck me!"

I released his cock with a soft plop, and came back up to kiss him.

"Cock breath!" he teased and stuck his tongue in my mouth. It occurred to me that he might like the taste of himself on my breath.

Richard slid his little cock into me, and I did my best to clamp down on him. I could barely feel him inside me, and I reasoned that if I made myself as tight as possible, we might both enjoy the ensuing sex. I knew he wouldn't last long whatever happened, and I'd resigned myself to the reality of having sex with Richard a long time ago. Once he was inside me, he might last four or five minutes before he came, and then he'd go down on me and get me off with his fingers and his tongue. It wasn't ideal, but I loved him far too much to consider doing anything drastic such as asking for a divorce. And since joining the swinger group, I'd discovered what it felt like to be fucked with a real man sized cock. At the moment, I had the best of both worlds - a loving husband and the opportunity to play with men with lovely big cocks. But given last night's telephone call, how long would we be welcome at swinger's parties, I wondered.

My worst fears soon came to pass. Over the course of the next year, our invitations to parties diminuished and eventually dried up altogether. Richard blamed himself, and I had to spend a lot of time reassuring him that it didn't matter.

"We can still watch our favourite sort of porn together," I told him, "and we can still have sex. You always manage to get me off with your tongue, and if you don't mind going down on me after you've shot your cum, I certainly don't mind the fact that you go off so quickly. In the end, we both get pleasure, just not together and at the same time."

One good thing to come out of our time as swingers was that Richard confessed to me that he had a long standing smoking fetish. He'd been paired with a lady at a party, and had, as usual, performed very quickly. When she complained that she hadn't got even close to an orgasm, Richard went down on her.

Whilst he was down there, cleaning her up and licking and sucking her to orgasm, she lit up a cigar. It had got Richard hard again, and he proudly told me in the car on our way home, that he had fucked this woman twice and got her to cum the second time he put his cock in her.

It took a while for him to confess that it was her cigar smoking that got him hard again. The next Saturday, I took Richard shopping, and we bought a supply of cigars, which I taught myself to smoke. Richard was delighted, and I'd light one up and smoke it in front of him before we went upstairs for sex.

We were also still watching a lot of porn in those days. We subscribed to some specialist sites that showed the sort of stuff that we had both become very interested in. These sites included cuckoldry, female domination, bdsm, smoking and my latest interest, lesbian porn. I found myself more and more curious about how it would feel to be fucked by another woman wearing a strap on cock. Richard seemed to enjoy watching this sort of porn too, although smoking porn was still his favourite.

We also looked at photographs posted on the erotic photography site that we were members of. We took some photographs of me (with my face obscured, obviously) and posted them on our home page on the site. The sort of pictures we took included me sucking Richard's cock, giving him a tit wank, and lots of pictures of my tits covered in his cum. Eventually we started posting pictures of my cunt after Richard had fucked me and his cum was starting to leak out of me.

We built up a number of followers who seemed to like our pictures. Yes, we had the occasional troll who left a comment about how pathetically small Richard's cock was, or how some man in Texas or Philadelphia (it always seemed to be an American!) would make a much better job of fucking me, but on the whole, the comments we received were complimentary and encouraging.

"Look," said Richard, one Saturday afternoon, as we were surfing through our favourites on the erotic photography site, "they've commented again. They loved that picture you took of my shrivelled cock just after we'd had sex. She says she knows the feeling of having a tiny cock inside her. Why don't you answer her?"

And answer her I did. This particular site had a facility whereby people who followed one another could communicate via what were called private messages, or pm's for short.

I pm'd the couple I knew as caged and his Queen, introducing myself, explaining our domestic arrangements and thanking them for their kind comments on our posts. I also expressed admiration for the pictures they posted, and I included my email address so that they could answer my message without the risk of anyone else seeing it, if they chose to reply to me.

****************************************SIX MONTHS LATER ****************************************

"How did it go?" Richard asked, as I got into the passenger seat of our car. I kissed Richard chastely on his cheek.

"He was very good," I grinned. "Adrian has a lovely big cock, nice and thick, and he went down on me before we started and gave me a lovely orgasm with his tongue before he fucked me. I've put my knickers back on, but I'm leaking already. You'd better get us home quickly so that you can reclaim me! I did it, Richard, just as you asked. I'm now officially a Hot Wife and you are a cuckold!"

Back home, we both stripped naked in our bedroom and dived into bed. Richard's eyes were wide with delight.

"Your tits are still flushed from your fucking," he said excitedly, "and look at your cunt! It's leaking cum and it's lovely and swollen too!"

"He had a very big cock, and he slammed it into me," I said softly, taking hold of Richard's much smaller cock and slipping it in between my legs.

"It's not the first time I've ever been fucked by anyone other than you, Richard. And I loved it, but you are my greatest love. Come on! I want you to reclaim me. It might be sloppy seconds, but I want your cum in me now! Mmm! that's right! Fuck me, my darling cuckold!"

Richard did his best, bless him, but the truth of the matter was that I could barely feel him inside me once he put it in. We lay together, him on top, joined at the groin.

"Oh god! You feel fantastic!" said Richard excitedly. "It's just like when we got home after a swinger party. So wet and I can feel his cum all over my cock! Are you ok, Olwen? Not too sore for another fuck?"

"I'm fine," I reassured him, wrapping my legs around his bum and pulling him in deeper. That did it.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned, "I'm sorry darling. I think I'm going to cum!"

He tried to pull back a bit, so I relaxed the hold my legs had on him and he withdrew a bit before easing himself back in and I felt a warm sensation, almost as if he had started to piss inside me. Then, to both our dismay, his cock shrivelled up and flopped out of me.

I kissed him, and put my tongue in his mouth. He sucked on it briefly and then broke off the kiss.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his eyes full of tears of genuine remorse. "I couldn't hold back. The thought of you being fucked by someone else and the sensation I felt when I put my cock into your cunt and felt all that cum was just too much."

"Shhh! Don't worry about it," I said softly. "I'm glad I made you cum. I enjoyed myself earlier, and now I've had reclaim sex with my husband. The man I love. Adrian was a one off. You are for ever!"

"I want to make you cum too," he said stubbornly, wriggling down in our bed.

"Richard, darling, I know you've gone down on me after you've cum in me," I said, "but I'm full of Adrian's cum as well tonight. Do you think that... oh! fucking hell! that's beautiful, my darling! Oh yes! Use your tongue on me like that! Clean me up, my cuckold! Eat my lover's cum out of me!"

Since he had started using his mouth and his tongue to get me off after sex, Richard had developed a great technique whilst performing oral sex. He would start off with a rapid tongue fucking until my clit got interested. Then he'd suck my little button into his mouth and give her some more tongue attention, combined with gentle nibbling and sucking. When I was on the edge, he'd start to tongue fuck me again, and he never once failed to give me an orgasm. Tonight, however was different.

He began as usual, and I could feel his tongue scooping out the three loads of cum that I had in my cunt. (Adrian had fucked me twice and my cuckold had added his deposit to the load already in there.)

His breath tickled my ultra sensitive cunt, and when he started to suck on my clit, I literally saw stars. I began to buck against his face, and his nose was the perfect tool to grind against. I got closer and closer as he tongue fucked me whilst I was bucking wildly on his face, and then, to my absolute delight, I started to cum.

It wasn't my usual, sedate orgasm. Oh no! This was a heart stopping, mind blowing explosion and I felt as if I was pissing down Richard's throat. I was moaning and groaning in ecstasy, and he was swallowing frantically and gasping for breath.