She makes me watch and I like it.
My mouth hurts from being open around a ball gag. My shoulders hurt from having my wrists held by handcuffs behind the chair’s back. I don’t think I have ever endured so much discomfort. And yet, I would not change this moment for anything. My cock is so hard it hurts most deliciously.
When I agreed to my wife’s idea to join her friend Maggie for a pleasure party, this is not what I imagined. Well, the tied-up part, I mean. I hoped that the scene happening right now would happen: my wife Lori is naked, sitting atop a desk with her legs spread wide. Maggie, also completely naked, has her whole face buried in Lori’s pussy, eating her up as if she was a three course meal. I’m drooling, and it is not just because of the gag ball, but because I want to be the one with my tongue licking her soft, moist folds and drilling deep into that slick hole while her libations drip off my chin.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, my prick pulses and even spills a little, having random almost-orgasms that leave me more and more desperate. Lori had warned me that Maggie was very good at predicting what her playmates would enjoy the most, but when she looked at me and said I would enjoy humiliation, I scoffed in faux offense. I’m a pretty uptight guy; my shirt is always tucked in, my shoes polished, and my short hair combed. But that’s because I feel that if I allow my secret desires to show up, I will turn into a pitiful excuse of a man. What kind of guy would let the world know that he wants to watch his wife being fucked senseless by other people? And yet, Maggie needed only one glance to know that for years now, I’ve longed to be a cuckold.
As soon as my new friend ordered me to undress and tied me up to the chair, my dick lifted in salute, ready to serve at the dominatrix’s pleasure. Watching my wife been eaten by someone else is bringing me to the edge of reason. I want more, my desire grows exponentially, and an even more humiliating idea spirals out of control in my head. I whimper loudly against the gag, trying to call their attention. But the ladies are busy: Maggie is sucking my wife’s clit like a lollipop and fingering both her pussy and ass, making Lori scream as I have never heard her before. The fact that someone else is giving her that kind of orgasm is both infuriating and delicious.
Finally, my cries are heard, and Maggie approaches, pulling off the ball gag. Words spill out of my mouth as if this moment was a unique chance that will never occur again, and I need to squeeze all I can from it. This is my time to be honest, to let my filth be seen.
“Please,” I beg. “I want to see more. I want Lori to have more. Whatever she wants. I want to watch my wife be a complete whore if she wants, no limits.”
“No limits?” Maggie asks with a smirk.
“None whatsoever, do as you please, whatever she’s told you she wants, give it to her,” I beseech in a small, pathetic voice.
The dominatrix grabs her phone, walks back to stand in front of me, and dials.
“Jerome, hi, it’s Maggie. I’m good, darling, and horny as fuck. Would you like to come next door and play? I have a loser here that wants his wife fucked while he watches. Bring your roommate; you boys can give her a nice spitroast.” She ends the call, giving me a challenging eyebrow.
“Two guys?” I ask, my voice a mere squeak. I feel a knot in my throat like I’m going to cry, but my cock and balls get even more turgid, eagerly anticipating the show to come.
“Yes, two guys. Two big, thick cocks that will stuff your lovely wife like she’s never been filled before. But don’t worry, honey,” she mocks, twisting my nipples. “I can give you something for your troubles,” Maggie says, moving to squat above my cock, then slowly lowering her soaked pussy until the head of my cock slips inside.
“Fuck, yes, yes, fuck me please,” I beg, my eyes rolling back, but Maggie just hovers there, not letting any more of my length slide in.
“Sorry, honey, it’s this little bit or nothing at all,” she teases, rubbing her wet cunt back and forth over the tip of my dick, making sure I can’t get any more in despite the desperate attempts I make to push my hips up.
I scream in frustration, and Maggie laughs. “Here, have some boob to go with that tease,” she mocks, shoving her tits in my face. I latch on to one nipple, sucking hard, still trying to push up against that pussy that is so close and yet so far.
The sound of footsteps interrupts us, and Maggie jumps off me, leaving me even more desperate.
“They’re here!” my wife cries with excitement.
I cannot believe my eyes are witnessing what comes next: Lori doesn’t even look to see what the guys look like. Instead, she bends over the table, using her hands to spread open her buttcheeks, all the while wiggling her ass. No words are needed. The two men quickly drop their clothes, one of them calls dibs on my wife’s cunt, ramming a thick cock inside her. The other one makes his way around the desk, where her wide open mouth welcomes the second hard dick. My wife, my loving, sweet, beloved wife is making obscene noises, happily choking on cock while her pussy gets a pounding like nothing I have ever given her. My eyes fill with tears, but my prick can’t take the pleasure anymore. Even though it is not being touched, it pulses hard, getting me closer and closer to the edge. When the guy fucking my wife’s mouth pulls out and spills thick strings of jizz on her face, I cum harder than I have ever done in my life.
I collapse back on the chair, breathing hard yet still hyped for more. Maggie releases the handcuffs, giving me a lascivious kiss.
“You are a good boy,” she muses. Now go, eat your wife’s sloppy seconds while you watch the stallions give me what I deserve.”