Naed Prize

NAKED PRIZE

I was tied to the bed, completely nude, thanks to my husband John. My dark-haired pussy was centered on the bed with my legs spread apart to reveal the goodies between my two pussy lips. My tits were pooled against my chest. My nipples weren't hard yet, but they soon would be. It was different, to be tied up like this, but I had agreed to John's request, willing to try something new.

He climbed into the saddle and slid his cock into my very wet and ready pussy. I just love the way he fucks me. Every time is just wonderful. His muscle was sliding in and out of my horny vagina. He hadn't screwed me for a few days and I needed it. My disposition changes significantly if I don't get fucked every day or two. Since the kids had moved out on their own, we were able to resume the uninhibited sex we'd had when we were first married. I can get bitchy and then John fucks me and I'm his pussy cat again.

When John wrapped the blindfold around my head, I just laughed. He was into trying new things. With my eyes covered, my other senses were heightened and I focused more on his cock probing inside me. The feeling of his weight on top of me, the shape of his hips, his scent, were also the center of my attention. I squeezed his cock with my cunt muscles, enjoying the entire length embedded inside me.

I'm Angie, by the way.

Then, John moved back, removing his cock from my pussy. He was fooling around with something and I heard the click of his camera phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Taking photos for the guys."

"What?"

"I lost a bet and have to give them nude photos of you."

"No you don't, stop it." I tried but couldn't get loose and the blindfold was securely in place.

His phone continued to click. I could tell he was between my legs, taking a close-up of my pussy. I tried to get loose, but he had tied me too well.

"You better not show anyone photos of my cunt." I protested.

He just laughed.

Then he said, "You know how much it turns you on when I have you flash a tit at someone. Remember our fantasy about stripping you with people watching?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Would you like to have the fantasy become a reality?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I lost a bet on basketball." He paused. "I bet on the Celtics to win the series with the Knicks. They won it all last year and had beaten the Knicks badly every time they played them this year. I thought it was a lock."

"Who did you bet with?"

"I can't tell you."

"What did you bet, nude photos of me?"

"Yes, and they get to take them."

"What? No fucking way."

I was irate. But I couldn't move. I was firmly tied to our bed, in our house, in our bedroom.

John put one of our pillows under my ass to lift my private parts higher, where they would be more easily seen and photographed.

He gave me a few minutes to calm down.

He leaned in beside me and softly said, "Some men are going to see you naked. They will see everything you have and take pictures of you."

We were into exhibitionism, so the thought of me being seen naked was a turn-on. I had always left it up to John as to what we would do. He would direct me and I would 'reluctantly' follow his instructions. I rationalized that my acquiescence to his wishes was beyond my control. He was my husband and I had promised to obey him. Otherwise, our marriage was an equal partnership, but we discovered my week spot for exhibitionism. Some primitive female instinct inside me generated the desire to be seen by men.

John continued to whisper, "Imagine being at a formal event, in the ballroom downtown with the Mayor and all the important people present. You're making a speech."

I was imagining it. I have an important position with a local charity.

John continued, "There are men sitting at one of the tables in the back. One of the men comments about you, saying 'Angie sure is hot'."

I was into his imaginary tale. His fingers were brushing over my naked skin, tracing circles around my areolas, stroking my inner thighs. I was already aroused from his fucking me but was getting even more excited,

He went on, "Another guy at the table asks his friend if he would like to see photos of you naked."

I was breathing heavily.

"The guy pulls up the photos of you on his phone. Photos of you like you are now, naked with your legs spread. The men are looking at photos of your cunt while you are up there acting all dignified and proper in front of a room full of people. They are saying they would like to fuck you."

I could feel the moisture oozing from my pussy. My breathing was heavier. My husband's tale was getting me more and more excited.

"You won't know who has your photos. You will be looking out at the crowd, wondering if any of them are the men who will photograph you today. They are going to have photos of your most private anatomy. They will show pics of your tits and your cunt to their friends in locker rooms and bars. You'll wonder if every guy you pass has your photos. You'll wonder if they are remembering the nude photos when they look at you. They'll see your boobs in your blouse and will know what your nipples look like. The men will know thar Angie doesn't shave her pussy. They will have photos of your naked cunt on the phone in their pocket. Maybe they'll have some of cum oozing out of your cunt."

I protested, "No. Don't let them take photos of me."

"Too late. They're outside in the driveway. I'm going to go let them in."

"No don't. Please." I was begging him not to do it, but my body was betraying me. My pussy was so juicy. I knew my skin was flushed and my heart was beating faster. I wondered if he was really going to do it.

A few minutes later, I heard multiple footsteps on the stairs. He was really going to do it. I couldn't tell how many men were with him but whoever they were would see me completely naked. My pussy was almost dripping. I didn't try to remove the blindfold, not knowing who would see me was exciting me. I was not responsible for what was going to happen.

I knew they had entered the room when the footsteps stopped. They were silent, so I wouldn't be able to recognize their voices. I could tell there were at least three men in the room by their movements around the bed.

I heard the click of camera phones. They were doing it, taking intimate photos of me. John adjusted the pillow under my butt to better expose my pussy. He even used his fingers to spread my labia to give them full view of my clit. I wondered if they could see the opening to my vagina. John resolved that issue by pushing my thighs apart and spreading my pussy lips with his fingers. I knew they could see my love hole.

My most intimate features were lewdly displayed for my husband's friends. I didn't know if they were friends or just men he had met in a bar somewhere. Now they would be showing photos of my cunt around the bars in town. "Want to see a photo of John's wife Angie's cunt?"

I couldn't help it. My pussy was so aroused. I began to quiver as an orgasm approached. My breathing intensified; my heart was beating out of my chest. I began to moan as my muscles spasmed and I came. They were taking photos of me having an orgasm. I should have been completely embarrassed but instead I was coming.

John had fingered me in a bar one time with his friends watching. I came on his hand. This was even worse. He'd had me finger myself on the highway while we passed trucks. I'd ridden naked and given them a show for a few miles. This was worse. The men were closer and were taking photos, photos of my body wracked by an orgasm.

I wanted to touch my cunt. I was so hot. I needed it. I was coming, but needed more.

I blurted it out, not really thinking, "Fuck me. Someone put their cock in me."

I was not a virgin when I'd met John and we had shared my pussy with other men a few times since we married. We'd swapped with friends of ours. Now, I was asking whoever was there to put their cock in my horny cunt. I didn't care who they were. I needed to be fucked. I needed it badly.

John leaned in and asked, "Do you want me to let them fuck you?"

I moaned, "Yes. I need a cock inside me. I need to be fucked."

Someone got on the bed. It wasn't my husband, who was still whispering in my ear.

Whoever was on the bed was taking more liberties. He untied my one ankle and lifted my knee, spreading me open even more. With my leg held up and to the side, I was totally exposed. Even my asshole was on display. He paused, probably taking photos of my most intimate features. My cunt was glistening with juices. I was highly aroused. They could do anything they wanted to me and I would've enjoyed it.

Whoever was between my legs braced my knee under his elbow and slid his cock into me. I was so eager for a cock that I began to squirt juices immediately, drenching the pubic hair of whoever was fucking me. The man's dick felt different, which increased my arousal. He fucked me in a rhythmic pattern that was different from the way my husband fucked me.

My husband had set me up in this position, stimulating my exhibitionism. I was out of control, craving sex, wanting all of them to fuck me. He was enjoying me act like a total slut. My lifelong inhibitions had been abandoned and I was moaning with pleasure, squirming on the strange penis inside my slippery cunt. The man's fingers toyed with my nipples, pinching them lightly and then he sucked on them, one, then the other. I was blindfolded, helpless and wanted it. I was shouting in the midst of an orgasm.

Whoever it was, stopped pumping. I knew what was coming, he was. The warm semen poured into me. He kept coming and coming, more than my husband on his best days. I was moaning, enjoying every moment of sex with an unknown man. He held his dick there for a while until his cock flopped out of me. Semen followed, dripping into the cleft of my ass. I thought I heard a camera click.

Before I had a chance to recover, someone else was on top of me. Another unfamiliar prick entered my sloppy vagina. The master of this cock rammed it up inside me, poking my cervix and stimulating even more cum from my quivering cunt. It felt very different to have a cock in my cum filled vagina. He slid back and forth in the silky semen his friend had deposited. His cock was bigger than I had ever experienced. It was only a little-bit bigger than my husband's dick, but that additional cock was touching places where a cock had never been. The thought of my husband watching his big-cocked friend ramming his prick into places where he would never reach set me off again. I moaned and felt my entire body flush. I was sweating and panting, thoroughly consumed with pleasure. I should've been ashamed, reacting the way I was, but my body overcame my inhibitions. I was loving being fucked. It was out of my control, so I had no responsibility for my behavior. I was fully focused on getting fucked, thoroughly fucked.

The man untied my other ankle and folded my legs over my shoulders, like I was a taco. His big cock ravished me, ramming into me time after time, punching my cervix with the tip. I began to moan as I came. With the blindfold, all I could sense was the cock inside me, rubbing the slippery walls of my vagina. His pelvis slammed into my crotch with each thrust. He was fucking me hard and I was responding.

"Fuck me harder." I said.

He did. Then, he stopped and I felt his semen gush into me, the warm sensation filling my womb. It was all bareback, no condoms protecting my uterus from the assault of their sperm. My husband always assumed that I was still taking my pill. What if I had stopped, wanting to get pregnant? He was letting these men have their way with me without realizing what might happen.

When I thought they were done, dear husband John said, "There is one more. I want to get photos of a black dude fucking your lily-white pussy."

The raw eroticism of a black man fucking a white woman had appealed to both of us in our love-making. Was he really going to do it, let a black man fuck me?

I felt someone climb on the bed. It wasn't John. He was beside me, taking his damn photos. I was willing, if he wanted me to get railed by a balck dude, okay with me. I didn't have much choice anyway, although I knew that if I had objected, John would've stopped it.

The man spread my legs apart, taking my ankles in his strong hands. I felt his cock rubbing against my thigh as he moved closer. He rubbed the tip over my clit, something that arouses me. I lifted my hips, wantonly inviting him to fuck me. His big cock slid up and down in my slit, setting me on fire with the pressure on my clit.

John whispered in my ear, "You're just a slut, letting black guys fuck your married white pussy."

I moaned. "Do you want me to be a slut for you? You can pimp me out and watch men fuck me."

He said, "Yeah. I'd like to watch other men use your cheating cunt."

I said, "I'll fuck them for you, baby, only if you are watching."

The cock slid into me. I couldn't tell if my lover was white of black until I was able to peek under the blindfold and saw the black skin on whoever was putting their cock in me. It was a fat cock, my first BBC. I'd read about black men having bigger cocks. The thought of having one inside me was extremely decadent. He was pumping away, fucking me, fucking me hard. I wrapped my ankles around his legs.

I said to John, "This feels good. I'm going to have to do this again. I like black cock."

He kissed me while the man did me.

I whispered in my husband's ear, "Honey, you know how we talked about getting me pregnant."

John was surprised and said, "Yes?"

"Well I stopped taking the pill a few days ago."

He was shocked, but before he could do anything, another surge of cum shot into my womb.

I asked my man, "Did you get photos of your friends getting me pregnant?"

He just mumbled.

"We won't know which one it will be unless the baby is black or Hispanic."

He said, "You're kidding aren't you."

I turned away, savoring the copious load of cum that was pouring into me from my anonymous black lover. He was still pumping, more of his come was filling me. His big cock was spreading me open.

I said to John, "He's loosened me up for you. My cunt won't be as tight anymore." Then I said, "Maybe your cock won't be big enough to satisfy me."

The man moved off. I thanked him. "I liked your cock. Maybe sometime we can do it without my blindfold. I'd like to suck that big cock of yours."

His dick popped out of me and more semen leaked from my well-used vagina.

John was quiet as he ushered his 'guests' out. I heard them talking as they went down the stairs.

"Did you know she was off the pill?" One of them asked.

John just mumbled his response. I wondered it he was embarrassed or scared. Perhaps he had let other men impregnate his wife. They'd really had a prize from his stupid bet.

When he came back, he removed the blindfold, but left my arms tied.

I defiantly looked at him, "You dumb shit. You just let your friends fuck your wife and get her pregnant."

"Really?"

I said, "It's too late to ask now."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I was going to. I just never anticipated that you would bring your friends home to gang-fuck me."

He was lost in thought.

I continued to chide him, "Just think, one of their sperms could be up inside me, joining with one of my eggs and putting a baby in my belly. It's the right time of the month."

"Oh shit. I'm sorry." He moaned.

I said, "Untie me, you asshole."

He did.

He said, "I wasn't going to let them fuck you until you said you wanted it. You looked so damn hot lying there with them looking at you."

He was making it sound like it was all my fault.

I said, "There will be photos of your wife all over down. Won't you be embarrassed when you talk to other guys and they know what you wife's cunt looks like."

He said, "They weren't taking photos, only I was."

"I don't believe you. They'll tell there wives, 'There goes John he let his buddies fuck his wife and get her pregnant.'."

He groaned.

I made him strip and I tied him to the bed. His dick was soft until I talked to him.

"Maybe someone else will want to fuck me after they see my pictures. Would you like that. I'd fuck someone and come home and sit on your face."

Then, I mounted his face. The loads of cum poured out of my slippery cunt onto his mouth and chin. I made sure to paint his entire face with his friends' cum.

"Maybe you can eat all their sperm before they get me pregnant. Lick it up boy."

He began slowly, but got into it as I rode his face like he was a pony. He began to make me come again. He was licking me so rapidly. His face was jammed into my cunt and he couldn't breathe.

"Eat it all."

He did. I fucked his face for quite a while. I poured all the fluid inside me onto him. The bed was a real mess and the room smelled of raw sex.

I taunted him until he came without touching his prick. "Did you like them all putting their cocks in your wife. They all fucked me and I came with every one of them. They know what it's like to fuck your wife. I doubt that they will let you fuck their wives."

As he laid there, exhausted, worried that I was pregnant, I said, "Next time you should ask."

He said, "What?"

I said, "I was going to stop taking my pills next week. It's a good thing the Celtics didn't win and you lost your bet a week from now."

No, I hadn't stopped taking my pills. I wasn't going to get pregnant. I'm too old for that and the last thing I want is another kid. I had turned the tables on his 'adventure', scaring the shit out of him.

Now, he was tied to the bed, my 'prize' to do with as I pleased for the next few hours. I got a dildo out of my drawer along with the lubricant and prepared to pay him back for his ill-advised bet.

He told me again that he was the only one taking photos; the other men hadn't been. He said he wasn't going to let them fuck me until I asked for it and they were not allowed to take photos, just see me naked. I'm not sure if I believe him, but the photos on his phone are raw and nasty and the sex was amazing.