A few months ago my husband had fulfilled one of his fantasies. I can't really say I didn't consent to it, but he didn't exactly give me a choice. While taking me roughly from behind in a particularly passionate session he had managed in a motion so quick I had no time to respond to take my anal cherry. We had talked about it previously and I had always had reservations, would it hurt, would it be messy...the normal stuff. This one particular evening he had decided to show me first hand just how pleasurable it can be.
Of course I had feigned annoyance at his actions, the unceremonious way he had just done it without a thought for my feelings. Well that was six months ago and since then we had enjoyed it more and more often acting out one of my new fantasies of being penetrated by two phalluses at one. This of course was done using toys, toy in my pussy and him up my lubricated back passage. We both enjoyed this and I was itching to try it with two men, but he was very reluctant to share me. It was one night after we had enjoyed playing with my toys and I had broached the subject of adding a third person to the mix that I decided that whether he wanted to or not, my husband was going to fulfil my fantasy.
I met Michael on an online dating site. I was honest about my intentions, married, not interested in an affair but I was looking for someone to have sex with. We exchanged emails for a couple of weeks and met in a pub for a drink. He was hot and certainly a turn on, very different from my husband who was fair haired and blue eyed, Michael was dark haired and had the darkest, naughtiest looking eyes I had ever had looking at me. He was perfect. We set a date and time for the following Saturday and the rest was up to me.
Saturday came round and I made sure Tom and I had wine with dinner, I was getting nervous and excited at the same time, the thought of what was to come turning me on the more I thought about it. After dinner we sat and drank coffee, I playfully stroked his arm and flicked my hair just how I knew he loved it; I ran my stocking clothed foot up his leg and back down again until he stood, took my hand and told me to get up the stairs and strip!
I ran off with him chasing me until he wrestled me onto the bed in a powerful embrace, our mouths locked onto one another as if our lives depended on it. We rolled from side to side until I was on top of him, jesting I held his arms above his head and told him he was mine to do with as I pleased. In reality he could have knocked me from my perch with virtually no effort at all; with this in mind I eyed him with a playful look. "I want to tie you up!" I waited for his reaction. This was something we both enjoyed, but he normally preferred to do the tying, rather than relinquishing control to me.
"Ok, but not too tight." He was obviously more turned on than I first thought. I jumped down while he positioned himself and striped naked and I searched for suitable ties. Of course this didn't take me long as it was all part of the premeditated plan. So I start with his wrists, one to each bed post, once attached I kiss him generously on the mouth as if to calm him. Then I slowly kiss my way down his chest, being careful to lick each nipple and tug gently with my teeth. Then I trail my tongue down his body till I reach his bush of thick dark curls. I let my eyes trace the path my tongue had just made till our eyes met. I held his lusty gaze for a moment before I sank my mouth over his cock.
I sucked a long, hard, wet suck all the way to the base of his cock before slowly with drawing from him. By now his head was back and his eyes closed as he submitted to my mouth. I licked gently around the head of his penis, tickling into the hole at the end and tasting his salty taste. I gently stroked my hand up and down his shaft as I gently licked and blew on the head, then I sucked again, but only the head, as my hand moved up and down the shaft. He grew longer and harder with every stroke, and as my other hand reached down and touched his balls I knew he was ready to cum at any moment. I let him slip from my mouth before things went too far and moved further down the bed. His disappointment was soon moved aside for surprise as he realised I was now binding his feet to the posts at the other end of the bed.
"You are now totally at my mercy!" I said as I stood at the end of the bed, still fully clothed and very turned on. I slowly began to remove my dress revealing new and sexy black lace underwear. A black plunging bra that pushed my tits up and out accentuating the fullness they possessed the small thong and the black suspenders holding almost impossibly sheer black stockings to my creamy thighs. I smiled cheekily as I saw his cock twitching. Next I climbed back on top, sitting on his tummy, not quite far enough back for his cock to reach my arse, teasing him as I leant forward giving him a full view of my chest. "Do you like what you see, darling?" He nodded at me, "Is it frustrating that you can see but not touch?" Again he nodded and with that I put the blindfold over his eyes.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He was obviously startled by my actions; a blindfold was something we had never used before. I didn't answer him and instead slid from his body and crept out of the room. I could hear him shout after me, but I had something else planned.
I opened the door, careful to not expose myself to the street outside, and just as planned Michael waited patiently outside. He came inside and eyed me hungrily. He was already removing his clothes as we reached the top of the stairs. And by the time we got to my bedroom door he was naked and standing to attention. He grabbed me from behind and pushed me against the wall, his mouth against my ear, and whispered, "Fuck you are wet already aren't you." His hand was between my thighs groping my swollen lips through my thong.
"Hey stop that, you are here for one reason and one reason alone, and it is not to grope me with my husband the other side of the wall!" I was angry at his obvious disregard for the rules I had laid out when we met. He loosened his grip enough for me to turn round.
