Susan Warren writhed on the bed, her arms and legs firmly bound, her eyesight blocked by the blindfold. As she moaned in pleasure, she thought to herself, god, Rick’s cock feels gigantic tonight; can he be taking some sort of growth pill? Hell, just enjoy it, her mind said, and she concentrated all her thoughts on having a rip-roaring orgasm. Soon enough she came, again and again, as Rick (she thought it was Rick) spewed his jism inside her. Her last thought before collapsing on the bed was, jeez, he’s never cum that much before.
In all the passion one of her binds had come loose; her left arm was free. As she moved to roll on to her side she wanted to thank Rick for the incredible fucking he had just given her. So she used her free arm to remove the blindfold. She was about to thank him for it when her eyes adjusted and she realized that it had been a stranger astride her, a strange cock inside her, and a stranger’s cum in her. Her eyes darted to the side where she saw her husband, Rick, holding a video camera.
The shock caused her to breathe in, quickly, and then exhale. When she caught her breath her words came fast, in clipped questioning sentences.
“Wha'…who…are you? Rick, what is going on here? Did you just fuck me?” she said to the stranger, a ridiculous question but one any woman would likely ask in that situation. Before either Rick or Paul could answer Susan ripped off the remaining binds, leapt off the bed, and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Rick and Paul looked at each other with expressions of “what do we do now, buddy?’ Rick spoke first, saying to Paul, “You better go now, I’ll call you later, tell you what’s what. When I find out, that is.” Paul left hurriedly.
Rick went to the bathroom door and knocked, “Susan,” he said in a pleading voice, “Let me explain.”
All he heard was a strained reply. “Go away,” Susan said.
Rick left and went to a local bar for a drink, anticipating an end to his marriage. He decided to call Paul and have him meet him there. So both men were in a quiet corner of the bar, a pitcher of beer in front of them, watching a replay of the day’s activities on the video camera. It was after 3 A.M. when Rick got home, drunk, and he immediately fell asleep on the couch. He dared not even approach Susan. As for Paul, it was a good fuck while it lasted, he thought, just hope I don’t get sued in some messy divorce proceeding.
Rick awoke the next morning to the smell and sound of bacon frying and hot coffee. He walked into the kitchen where he saw Susan, dressed only in a negligee and high heels, busily preparing breakfast.
“Eggs and bacon will be ready in a minute,” she said casually, “Sit down and I’ll get you some coffee.” Rick did as instructed, wondering just what the hell was going on. The rest of day was spent in a twilight zone, with Susan, still dressed provocatively, doing this and that around the house. Not one word was spoken about yesterday’s encounter with Paul.
It was weird, surreal; one minute Susan was in shock, now she did not even acknowledge having been fucked by another man…with her husband watching and filming it. Rick was unsure how to proceed and just kept his mouth shut about it. Maybe she has blocked it out, he thought.
They went to bed at 11 P.M. that night, Susan still dressed in her negligee. Rick turned off the light and turned over to go to sleep.
In the dark, Susan spoke, “I liked it, you know, having his cock in me. It felt so good; I came over and over. Let’s do that again but this time we’ll make it even kinkier. You can blindfold me and tie me up if you want, and both of you can do what you want with me. And I’ll try and guess who it is. Call him, whoever he is, and set it up for next weekend.”
The next day Rick called Paul to tell him this news. Paul was expecting to hear something, but not this. They agreed on next Saturday night…with a little wrinkle for Susan’s benefit…and theirs.
The following Saturday was hectic; Susan had her nails done, got a pedicure, had her hair done and bought a new outfit for the evening. Rick paced up and down, wondering just what he had gotten himself into. Paul, well Paul, rented a suite at a local hotel and called a friend who was going to “help” with the festivities.
About 9 P.M. that night Rick and Susan arrived at the hotel. Susan was dressed in a sheer nylon blouse, no bra, with her nipples prominently displayed. A black leather mini-skirt (barely) covered her legs which were encased in black mesh stockings. Not a skinny woman by any means, Susan’s curves were well on display. A pair of 6 inch “come fuck me” platforms completed her ensemble. Had one been able to look under the mini-skirt they would see that Susan wore no panties and that her pussy was freshly shaven. Altogether a sexy outfit for a woman in her forties.
When they got to the room Paul poured drinks for everyone and soon the trio was relaxed and ready. “So,” Paul said, “You want to play a little game, do you? See if you can guess who is who? Sounds like fun.”
Within minutes they had Susan trussed on hotel bed. Her arms and legs were securely bound and her blindfold was on. “I’m ready,” she called out, “Let’s play.”
Paul pulled her up into a sitting situation and placed his cock directly in front of her face. Rick held the camera in his hands and filmed her as the tip of Paul’s cock touched her lips. She opened her mouth and engulfed his cock with her mouth.
Susan tasted the cock, ran her tongue over its tip before bobbing her head up and down on it. For a second, she wondered whose cock it was but quickly discarded the thought in the knowledge that a second hard cock was waiting for her. The first cock was pulled away from her, to be replaced seconds later by the next one.
She wrapped her lips around the shaft and bobbed her head up and down, letting the cock tip almost reach her throat before pulling back again. After no more than 5 or 6 such movements, the second cock was pulled away from her. She waited for what might come next.
“'And?' said her husband Rick, “Who was first and who was second?”
“Paul first, Rick second?” Susan responded.
“Correct!” both men said at the same time.
Rick looked at Paul; Paul looked at Rick. It was time for a surprise.
”Turn over and get onto your hands and knees,” said Rick. Susan put herself in position. “That's right,” continued Rick, “Now spread your thighs.”
Susan did as she was told and Paul knelt between her thighs and placed his cock at the entrance to her dripping pussy. Rick was filming and followed the action with the camera.
Paul thrust forwards, slipping into her wet warm passage with ease. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he started thrusting into her, pulling her onto him with each forward thrust. Susan’s body quivered with excitement and she arched her back thrusting against him, building up a smooth rhythm. She realized this was Paul fucking her; his cock decidedly larger than her husband’s. It was only a matter of seconds later that she felt the first twitches inside her, a sure sign that he was about to come. Paul grunted and thrust into her again, holding his cock buried deep within her as he came. A hot jet of his cum pulsed inside her as he came.
Pulling himself off her, Paul left the bed. “That was terrific, uhh, Paul,” Susan said with a giggle. “Did I guess right?” she asked, knowing she did. “Your turn, baby,” she said to her husband.
A smile passed between Rick and Paul. Rick went to the bathroom and opened the door. A third person stepped into the room. Tall and muscular, with skin the color of mahogany, he was naked. His cock stood at attention, jutting out from his body at least a good eight inches. Rick motioned for him to climb on the bed.
He placed his hard cock at the lips of Susan’s pussy. Soon he was buried in her up to the hilt.
“Ohhh, gawd that’s good!” Susan exclaimed. Then she realized, this was neither Rick’s cock nor Paul’s; this one was big, really big. |