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Liam and I were enjoying our evening together at home. We both had been drinking generous amounts of Redbush Irish Whiskey. We were happy. I was snuggled into him on the sofa when he surprised me with a question.
“What do you fantasize about when you masturbate?”
I sat up in shock. “What…?” I stammered.
“What do you think about while you are masturbating? Everyone does it. You know that I do”. This was the first time he has ever acknowledged the time I walked-in on him when he was jerking off on my panties sometime back. “I was just wondering…”
I continued to sputter, angry but curious. “Why would you ask me that?”
Liam smiled, “Maire, I love you. You are the sexist woman I have ever known.” He raised his glass of whiskey to me in a toast. “I accidently found your box of sex toys the other day.” Seeing my shocked reaction, he continued, “sorry, honey. You have quite a collection.” Again smiling. “Full disclosure, after I found your toys, I masturbated thinking of you using them.
“So, again my question, what do you fantasize about?”
I was recovering by now and relaxed back down into his arms. Sipping my whiskey, I said, “I love you as well, Liam, it’s just that I sometimes like to pleasure myself. I’m not at all unhappy with our sex life… (I fibbed some). So, you jerk off thinking of me?” I laughed. “I don’t get that. You can have me any way you want and any time you want. I’d think you would fantasize about other sexier women than me! Ones with big tits.”
“Oh, I do. But you didn’t answer my question. What do you fantasize about?”
My head was spinning from the Redbush. I reached my hand down to find his cock and it was already hard under his pants. “Mmmmm…” I whispered seductively in his ear. “Feels like someone is getting excited.”
He playfully pushed my hand away. “Your answer?” he insisted.
I gave in. “Okay, I think about general sex, including good times with you.”
“Do you think of other men?” He followed.
“No. Not really. If I am fantasizing and using my toys, it’s not about anyone in particular. I do imagine cocks, you know, sucking and fucking. I like that. Do you think about other women?”
“Some, I guess, but my main fantasy involves you fucking other men.”
Again, I sat up in surprise. “Really?” I asked not knowing where this was heading. Had he learned of my extra curricular activities?
“Yes. I know that I’m not the best lover…” seeing me beginning to protest he continued “No need to respond to flatter my ego. I know you climax when I give you oral sex, but I really don’t think my short time in the saddle with you during intercourse is all that satisfying for you. Of course, you make all the right efforts and sounds, but a man knows.
“I like to think about watching you fuck another man…a real man, who makes you cum as he fucks you.”
I chuckled, “Sweetie, most women don’t have orgasms during intercourse. It’s not just you.”
“Still,” he continued, “I want to see you getting fucked and climaxing as I watch.”
Silence as we both sipped our whiskey’s with our private thoughts.
Liam spoke first. “Would you do that for me?”
I looked at him, eye to eye. “Are you serious? You know I would do whatever you wanted me to do, but I would be doing it for you, not for me. You are my husband and my life partner.”
“Yes, I’m serious. I want to watch you getting fucked the right way…and importantly, having a real stomach clenching orgasm.”
I was floored. Part of me wanted to yell “halleluiah” and part of me was worried about Liam and where this was heading for us. We talked some more and he established that he was, indeed, serious and had only two ground rules:
1. No affairs or emotional relationships, and
2. Sex with other men only when he was present (phewf! He didn’t know of my past activities).
Reluctantly, with nervous excitement, I agreed. Liam seemed excited and pleased, insisting that it was for my happiness as well as his.
He then suggested that we go down to the pub to memorialize our new fantasy. Through my growing haze, I smiled my agreement, happy to be anywhere with him. With a mischievous grin, he asked if I would wear one of my slutty outfits for him. I shrugged and happily agreed. I slipped into the back room to get ready. Where was this heading?
When I returned, Liam’s jaw dropped open in appreciation. I was wearing a short pleated black skirt and a sheer white top. It wasn’t difficult to see my lacy white demi bra underneath and my skirt barely hid my white thigh high hose tops. I had put on my false eyelashes, heavy mascara, silver eye shadow, a three strand pearl choker necklace, and pink lip stick. Liam gave me an appreciate grin, “Oh, my little wifey is looking sexy! Lift the hem on your skirt for me…”. I did so, revealing my sheer lace white string bikini panties. “Nice!” he smiled. “How about wearing those pink heels…and that perfume I like?”
I leaned down and kissed him. “I can’t wait to please you, my Love.”
We finished our whiskeys and, excitedly, made our arm-in-arm, down to the pub. I was clinging to him as much to help me balance on my heels as anything else. When we walked in the pub, I wanted people to know that we were a “couple”.
Heads turned when we walked in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw John and James at the end of the bar. They looked at me like all the other men, but, thankfully, did not show any recognition. Liam and I sat on the same side of a small table, facing the room. We ordered drinks and scanned the pub.
In a low conspiratorial voice, Liam said, “look for a man, someone you don’t know and someone you’d like to fuck, and then let’s talk about how to make this happen.
I leaned-in, kissed his neck, and nuzzled his ear. “I love you, Liam. I am so excited to do this for you.” I then looked around the room. My gaze locked on John. I told Liam, “How about that tall guy at the end of the bar, drinking with his buddy?”
Liam studied him and agreed. He instructed me to go approach him and see if he would be interested. I rose, a little unsteady from the whiskey, and did my best to inconspicuously make my way over the John and James. I said with added emphasis, “Hi, guys. I realize that you DON’T KNOW me… but I have a question for you.” They both looked at me, playing along uncertainly. “My husband,” I turned to point out Liam who was watching us, “wants to watch a man fuck his wife…that’s me.” Both men sincerely showed their surprise and looked over at Liam. John leaned in towards me, “Redbush, are you serious?”
“Yes”, I assured him. Continuing “My husband, Liam, has a fantasy that he would like to watch another man fuck his wife to an orgasm. He feels inadequate in that department, you see.” Both men looked at me, and then across the room at Liam. “He requires that I fuck someone I’m attracted to, but that I don’t know. If you two can play along…” I raised my eyebrows and paused.
“Heck, yeah!” John smiled. “You’re looking hot tonight, Redbush. You look like you need a fucking from a strong man.” I smiled innocently. They laughed and agreed.
I lead them over and introduced them to Liam, asking their names as I did so, to complete the farce. I excused myself to the lady’s room leaving the men to discuss plans. When I returned, they were all smiling at me. A round of shots awaited my return.
“Can you handle two men?” Liam asked me. I looked at John and James.
I leaned into Liam for a deep kiss, and then answered, “Sweetie, as your wife, my job is to make you happy. I’m willing if you are.” Things were looking good for a fun night. My head was spinning from the whiskey and the expectations.
We made our way back to our apartment like four friends. Once inside, Liam took charge. He handed James our digital video camera in a move that was obviously pre-arranged. I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up my makeup.
When I emerged all three men were standing in our bedroom, smiling. Their eyes ogled me and their passions showed. I was handed another whiskey, we toasted and downs our drinks. Liam then ordered me to undress him, which I did, careful not to touch his sensitive erection lest it erupt prematurely. James was recording us. Liam sat in a comfortable chair, his erection standing at attention, and then ordered me to “seduce” John and undress him.
I looked at John with a sparkle in my eye and he smiled back, knowingly. I pulled his face down to mind and kissed him deeply. I could feel his manhood already rising as he pressed against me. I pulled away and began unbuttoning his shirt, and then unfastened his jeans. I struggled to get his boxers off over his raging erection. He stood in front of me, naked, and filled with lust. Liam ordered John to remove my blouse, skirt and panties, but to leave my garter belt, stockings, heels and pearl choker in place. At this point, the dynamics in the room changed.
“I want to see your slutty wife’s little titties, so I’m going to take off her bra, too.” He unclasped my bra and let it drop to the floor. He pinched my erect little nipples. “You like that, bitch?” he said to me. Then still holding my gaze, I added “So, you want me to fuck your slutty little wife, eh, Liam?” I saw James swivel the camera over to catch Liam sitting on the chair, his cock in his hand. Liam nodded. “You cuckhold loser,” John added. “Well, if you can’t make her cum, I certainly can!”. He pulled me forcefully towards him and kissed me, our tongues lapping eagerly. “So, you want some cock, slut?” he asked me, playing his part convincingly. Not waiting for my reply, he forced me to my knees in front of him. “Kiss my cockhead, bitch. Don’t take me in your mouth. I know you want that, but I won’t give it to you…yet.” I put my fist on his shaft and did as I was told. James moved close with the recorder.
John lifted me and pushed me back on the bed. I moved up to prompt myself on the pillows and John knelled in front of me and spread my stocking-covered legs open, revealing my trimmed red bush. He bent down and roughly kissed and nibbled my nipples. Then slide his kisses down my taught belly to my pussy. I moaned. “Oh, Liam! Your slutty little wife’s pussy is already wet!”. Kissing my pussy he added, “I think she wants a real man’s cock inside her.”
Just then, we heard Liam moan and we all turned to see Liam ejaculate all over himself.
“Oh, man! What a premature ejaculating loser husband you have, Maire. No wonder you need a real man’s cock inside you. Come over here,” John ordered my Liam. Humiliated, Liam came over to stand next to us on the bed. “Now scoop your cum off and feed it to your slut wife.” Without a word, Liam did as he was told. John stuck his fingers into my wetness, making me groan again. His tongue played with my clitoris as his fingers moved inside of me. “Oh, Loser. Your slut wife likes this,” John teased my Liam. I looked up at Liam’s face. His eyes were glued on my pussy and what John was doing. James was capturing it all on the camera. John continued to give me oral sex. My hips had started to move in response. Through my drunken haze, I felt my pussy on fire and I knew an orgasm was rising. I moaned. I opened my eyes to see Liam watching my face and smiling. John intensified what he was doing to me and I couldn’t control myself. With a cry, I erupted in an orgasm, and then shock a second time. Oh my!
Through my haze, I watched John rise to his knees between my open legs. He had his beautiful erect cock in his hand. “You ready to watch me fuck your wife, loser?” He asked Liam. I watched Liam nod as he stared at John’s cock and my open legs. With a firm thrust, John pushed into me. I let out a gasp. John asked, “You like that slut?” I did my best to smile at him and nod. “Now, keep your eyes open and watch my eyes. I’m going to fuck your married cunt until you cum. Do you think you can do that?”
“Yes! Yes!” I heard my voice plead. “Fuck me! Yes! Oh!”
John started his rhythm, moving his cock in and out of me with a regular, gentle but firm, pace. “Look at me” he would say if I closed my eyes in passion or if I looked away. I reached out and grabbed Liam’s hand and held it as John continued. Oh, my! This was nice. “Hey, cuckhold! This is how you fuck your wife. Watch and learn. You see, she likes it, don’t you, bitch?” I smiled, weakly, in agreement holding Liam’s hand tightly. I could see James in the background with the camera but I didn’t care. All of my attention was focused on John moving steadily in-and-out of me. I could hear our hips slapping together and feel the mattress moving with his every stroke. “Look at me, bitch!” I heard John say again as my eyes tried to drift close in passion.
“Loser, this is how you fuck a woman.” John continued to taunt Liam. I was in heaven. My pussy was on fire and my hips were responding to John’s rhythm. My body felt disconnected from my mind. I could hear my moans and gasps. My climax was building and was now unavoidable.
“Oh!” I gasped and my body tensed and shook. Again. “Oh, yes!” John continue to thrust into me. I continued to climax.
“I’m going to cum, bitch. Are you ready?” His thrusting continued as the room seemed to be spinning.
“Yes! Yes!” I heard my voice beg. I squeezed Liam’s hand. I felt John’s body go rigid and then thrust hard into me. I heard him grunt several times. He finally slowed his thrusting and then stopped. I was exhausted. My brain was a warm, fuzzy haze of post-orgasm bliss.
“I think your wife liked that, Liam. Did you like watching me fuck your little slut wife?” I watched Liam for his reaction. He smiled weakly and nodded his head in agreement. He looked humiliated. “Okay, James, give me the camera. It’s your turn…”
Oh, my. Could I really service another man? Even drunk, I knew I had climaxed a couple of times. Could I still perform? I felt my head being lifted up. I opened my eyes to see James offering me a shot glass of Blackbush. “Here, sweetie,” he smiled, “you need this”. I accepted the glass on my lips and he poured the contents into my mouth. I could feel it burn down my throat. I then watched, almost detached, as James positioned himself between my open stocking-covered legs. “Oh, John, you filled this little slut right up with your cum. Here, hand me that shot glass.” James moved the shot glass between my legs and held it up, filled with John’s cum that must have been running out of my pussy. “Here, you cuckhold loser. Drink up!” I watched silently as he handed the shot glass to Liam. He stared at the cum-filled glass and then looked around the room at the three of us. James commanded, “Drink loser. That’s sperm from your wife’s pussy.” Liam lifted the glass and emptied its contents into his mouth. “Good job, loser”, James said as he returned his attention to me.
With eyes glazed with lust, James held his hard erection in one hand. “Now it’s my turn to fuck your slut wife. Watch and learn, loser”. With John now recording, James quickly pushed his cock into my cum-filled pussy. I heard myself let out a moan. “She likes it, loser. Another man’s cock fucking her pussy.” With that he started thrusting into me.
The whiskey dulled my senses some, and I laid back allowing him to do his thing. I could feel my body moving with his thrusting, feel the bed shake and hear our wet hips slap. “Look at me, bitch” I heard James say. Opening my eyes, I saw him hovering over me, eyes alight with passion, concentrating on his thrusting. He continued to thrust, and as our eyes held, I started to feel my passions rekindle. Oh my! What was happening to me?
Without warning, James rolled me over to be on top of him. His cock never left my pussy. “Your turn, bitch”. Fuck me with that cum-filled pussy of yours.” I liked being on top, and in my drunken state, I did the best I could. I rubbed my pussy against him, feeling his cock inside of me. Faster…faster. “Oh!” I heard myself cry out.
“She likes it!” I heard James say. John had the camera in my face now. I gave him a drunken smile as I moved on James’ cock. “Hey, Loser. You watching this? Your wife sure likes to fuck!”
I glanced over at Liam. He was avidly watching and his cock has started to grow again as he stroked himself. I smiled at him. Then it started to happen. I could feel my passions rising and I knew there was no stopping now. I bucked on James’ hips, and ground my pussy into him as I rode his erection. “Yes! Yes!” I heard myself gasp and then my body stiffened and shook. “Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck!” I said. I came. Hard. Gasping for breath, I felt James roll me back over onto my back. The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to see James hovering over top of me, his hard, dripping cock in his fist, directly over my face.
“Open your mouth, slut. I’ve got a treat for you…” I opened my mouth as he demanded and focused on his face as he exploded. He pumped his load of warm cum into my mouth looking down on me with a devilish grin. I saw John close by with the camera but I didn’t care. James finished and wiped his softening penis across my face. “You can swallow now, slut. I’m done with you.”
John said, “okay, let’s all get in the picture: studs, cuckhold, and cumslut.” Holding the recorder at arms length, the three men pushed their faces in around mine. “Smile”.
After that, I must have passed out.
“What do you fantasize about when you masturbate?”
I sat up in shock. “What…?” I stammered.
“What do you think about while you are masturbating? Everyone does it. You know that I do”. This was the first time he has ever acknowledged the time I walked-in on him when he was jerking off on my panties sometime back. “I was just wondering…”
I continued to sputter, angry but curious. “Why would you ask me that?”
Liam smiled, “Maire, I love you. You are the sexist woman I have ever known.” He raised his glass of whiskey to me in a toast. “I accidently found your box of sex toys the other day.” Seeing my shocked reaction, he continued, “sorry, honey. You have quite a collection.” Again smiling. “Full disclosure, after I found your toys, I masturbated thinking of you using them.
“So, again my question, what do you fantasize about?”
I was recovering by now and relaxed back down into his arms. Sipping my whiskey, I said, “I love you as well, Liam, it’s just that I sometimes like to pleasure myself. I’m not at all unhappy with our sex life… (I fibbed some). So, you jerk off thinking of me?” I laughed. “I don’t get that. You can have me any way you want and any time you want. I’d think you would fantasize about other sexier women than me! Ones with big tits.”
“Oh, I do. But you didn’t answer my question. What do you fantasize about?”
My head was spinning from the Redbush. I reached my hand down to find his cock and it was already hard under his pants. “Mmmmm…” I whispered seductively in his ear. “Feels like someone is getting excited.”
He playfully pushed my hand away. “Your answer?” he insisted.
I gave in. “Okay, I think about general sex, including good times with you.”
“Do you think of other men?” He followed.
“No. Not really. If I am fantasizing and using my toys, it’s not about anyone in particular. I do imagine cocks, you know, sucking and fucking. I like that. Do you think about other women?”
“Some, I guess, but my main fantasy involves you fucking other men.”
Again, I sat up in surprise. “Really?” I asked not knowing where this was heading. Had he learned of my extra curricular activities?
“Yes. I know that I’m not the best lover…” seeing me beginning to protest he continued “No need to respond to flatter my ego. I know you climax when I give you oral sex, but I really don’t think my short time in the saddle with you during intercourse is all that satisfying for you. Of course, you make all the right efforts and sounds, but a man knows.
“I like to think about watching you fuck another man…a real man, who makes you cum as he fucks you.”
I chuckled, “Sweetie, most women don’t have orgasms during intercourse. It’s not just you.”
“Still,” he continued, “I want to see you getting fucked and climaxing as I watch.”
Silence as we both sipped our whiskey’s with our private thoughts.
Liam spoke first. “Would you do that for me?”
I looked at him, eye to eye. “Are you serious? You know I would do whatever you wanted me to do, but I would be doing it for you, not for me. You are my husband and my life partner.”
“Yes, I’m serious. I want to watch you getting fucked the right way…and importantly, having a real stomach clenching orgasm.”
I was floored. Part of me wanted to yell “halleluiah” and part of me was worried about Liam and where this was heading for us. We talked some more and he established that he was, indeed, serious and had only two ground rules:
1. No affairs or emotional relationships, and
2. Sex with other men only when he was present (phewf! He didn’t know of my past activities).
Reluctantly, with nervous excitement, I agreed. Liam seemed excited and pleased, insisting that it was for my happiness as well as his.
He then suggested that we go down to the pub to memorialize our new fantasy. Through my growing haze, I smiled my agreement, happy to be anywhere with him. With a mischievous grin, he asked if I would wear one of my slutty outfits for him. I shrugged and happily agreed. I slipped into the back room to get ready. Where was this heading?
When I returned, Liam’s jaw dropped open in appreciation. I was wearing a short pleated black skirt and a sheer white top. It wasn’t difficult to see my lacy white demi bra underneath and my skirt barely hid my white thigh high hose tops. I had put on my false eyelashes, heavy mascara, silver eye shadow, a three strand pearl choker necklace, and pink lip stick. Liam gave me an appreciate grin, “Oh, my little wifey is looking sexy! Lift the hem on your skirt for me…”. I did so, revealing my sheer lace white string bikini panties. “Nice!” he smiled. “How about wearing those pink heels…and that perfume I like?”
I leaned down and kissed him. “I can’t wait to please you, my Love.”
We finished our whiskeys and, excitedly, made our arm-in-arm, down to the pub. I was clinging to him as much to help me balance on my heels as anything else. When we walked in the pub, I wanted people to know that we were a “couple”.
Heads turned when we walked in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw John and James at the end of the bar. They looked at me like all the other men, but, thankfully, did not show any recognition. Liam and I sat on the same side of a small table, facing the room. We ordered drinks and scanned the pub.
In a low conspiratorial voice, Liam said, “look for a man, someone you don’t know and someone you’d like to fuck, and then let’s talk about how to make this happen.
I leaned-in, kissed his neck, and nuzzled his ear. “I love you, Liam. I am so excited to do this for you.” I then looked around the room. My gaze locked on John. I told Liam, “How about that tall guy at the end of the bar, drinking with his buddy?”
Liam studied him and agreed. He instructed me to go approach him and see if he would be interested. I rose, a little unsteady from the whiskey, and did my best to inconspicuously make my way over the John and James. I said with added emphasis, “Hi, guys. I realize that you DON’T KNOW me… but I have a question for you.” They both looked at me, playing along uncertainly. “My husband,” I turned to point out Liam who was watching us, “wants to watch a man fuck his wife…that’s me.” Both men sincerely showed their surprise and looked over at Liam. John leaned in towards me, “Redbush, are you serious?”
“Yes”, I assured him. Continuing “My husband, Liam, has a fantasy that he would like to watch another man fuck his wife to an orgasm. He feels inadequate in that department, you see.” Both men looked at me, and then across the room at Liam. “He requires that I fuck someone I’m attracted to, but that I don’t know. If you two can play along…” I raised my eyebrows and paused.
“Heck, yeah!” John smiled. “You’re looking hot tonight, Redbush. You look like you need a fucking from a strong man.” I smiled innocently. They laughed and agreed.
I lead them over and introduced them to Liam, asking their names as I did so, to complete the farce. I excused myself to the lady’s room leaving the men to discuss plans. When I returned, they were all smiling at me. A round of shots awaited my return.
“Can you handle two men?” Liam asked me. I looked at John and James.
I leaned into Liam for a deep kiss, and then answered, “Sweetie, as your wife, my job is to make you happy. I’m willing if you are.” Things were looking good for a fun night. My head was spinning from the whiskey and the expectations.
We made our way back to our apartment like four friends. Once inside, Liam took charge. He handed James our digital video camera in a move that was obviously pre-arranged. I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up my makeup.
When I emerged all three men were standing in our bedroom, smiling. Their eyes ogled me and their passions showed. I was handed another whiskey, we toasted and downs our drinks. Liam then ordered me to undress him, which I did, careful not to touch his sensitive erection lest it erupt prematurely. James was recording us. Liam sat in a comfortable chair, his erection standing at attention, and then ordered me to “seduce” John and undress him.
I looked at John with a sparkle in my eye and he smiled back, knowingly. I pulled his face down to mind and kissed him deeply. I could feel his manhood already rising as he pressed against me. I pulled away and began unbuttoning his shirt, and then unfastened his jeans. I struggled to get his boxers off over his raging erection. He stood in front of me, naked, and filled with lust. Liam ordered John to remove my blouse, skirt and panties, but to leave my garter belt, stockings, heels and pearl choker in place. At this point, the dynamics in the room changed.
“I want to see your slutty wife’s little titties, so I’m going to take off her bra, too.” He unclasped my bra and let it drop to the floor. He pinched my erect little nipples. “You like that, bitch?” he said to me. Then still holding my gaze, I added “So, you want me to fuck your slutty little wife, eh, Liam?” I saw James swivel the camera over to catch Liam sitting on the chair, his cock in his hand. Liam nodded. “You cuckhold loser,” John added. “Well, if you can’t make her cum, I certainly can!”. He pulled me forcefully towards him and kissed me, our tongues lapping eagerly. “So, you want some cock, slut?” he asked me, playing his part convincingly. Not waiting for my reply, he forced me to my knees in front of him. “Kiss my cockhead, bitch. Don’t take me in your mouth. I know you want that, but I won’t give it to you…yet.” I put my fist on his shaft and did as I was told. James moved close with the recorder.
John lifted me and pushed me back on the bed. I moved up to prompt myself on the pillows and John knelled in front of me and spread my stocking-covered legs open, revealing my trimmed red bush. He bent down and roughly kissed and nibbled my nipples. Then slide his kisses down my taught belly to my pussy. I moaned. “Oh, Liam! Your slutty little wife’s pussy is already wet!”. Kissing my pussy he added, “I think she wants a real man’s cock inside her.”
Just then, we heard Liam moan and we all turned to see Liam ejaculate all over himself.
“Oh, man! What a premature ejaculating loser husband you have, Maire. No wonder you need a real man’s cock inside you. Come over here,” John ordered my Liam. Humiliated, Liam came over to stand next to us on the bed. “Now scoop your cum off and feed it to your slut wife.” Without a word, Liam did as he was told. John stuck his fingers into my wetness, making me groan again. His tongue played with my clitoris as his fingers moved inside of me. “Oh, Loser. Your slut wife likes this,” John teased my Liam. I looked up at Liam’s face. His eyes were glued on my pussy and what John was doing. James was capturing it all on the camera. John continued to give me oral sex. My hips had started to move in response. Through my drunken haze, I felt my pussy on fire and I knew an orgasm was rising. I moaned. I opened my eyes to see Liam watching my face and smiling. John intensified what he was doing to me and I couldn’t control myself. With a cry, I erupted in an orgasm, and then shock a second time. Oh my!
Through my haze, I watched John rise to his knees between my open legs. He had his beautiful erect cock in his hand. “You ready to watch me fuck your wife, loser?” He asked Liam. I watched Liam nod as he stared at John’s cock and my open legs. With a firm thrust, John pushed into me. I let out a gasp. John asked, “You like that slut?” I did my best to smile at him and nod. “Now, keep your eyes open and watch my eyes. I’m going to fuck your married cunt until you cum. Do you think you can do that?”
“Yes! Yes!” I heard my voice plead. “Fuck me! Yes! Oh!”
John started his rhythm, moving his cock in and out of me with a regular, gentle but firm, pace. “Look at me” he would say if I closed my eyes in passion or if I looked away. I reached out and grabbed Liam’s hand and held it as John continued. Oh, my! This was nice. “Hey, cuckhold! This is how you fuck your wife. Watch and learn. You see, she likes it, don’t you, bitch?” I smiled, weakly, in agreement holding Liam’s hand tightly. I could see James in the background with the camera but I didn’t care. All of my attention was focused on John moving steadily in-and-out of me. I could hear our hips slapping together and feel the mattress moving with his every stroke. “Look at me, bitch!” I heard John say again as my eyes tried to drift close in passion.
“Loser, this is how you fuck a woman.” John continued to taunt Liam. I was in heaven. My pussy was on fire and my hips were responding to John’s rhythm. My body felt disconnected from my mind. I could hear my moans and gasps. My climax was building and was now unavoidable.
“Oh!” I gasped and my body tensed and shook. Again. “Oh, yes!” John continue to thrust into me. I continued to climax.
“I’m going to cum, bitch. Are you ready?” His thrusting continued as the room seemed to be spinning.
“Yes! Yes!” I heard my voice beg. I squeezed Liam’s hand. I felt John’s body go rigid and then thrust hard into me. I heard him grunt several times. He finally slowed his thrusting and then stopped. I was exhausted. My brain was a warm, fuzzy haze of post-orgasm bliss.
“I think your wife liked that, Liam. Did you like watching me fuck your little slut wife?” I watched Liam for his reaction. He smiled weakly and nodded his head in agreement. He looked humiliated. “Okay, James, give me the camera. It’s your turn…”
Oh, my. Could I really service another man? Even drunk, I knew I had climaxed a couple of times. Could I still perform? I felt my head being lifted up. I opened my eyes to see James offering me a shot glass of Blackbush. “Here, sweetie,” he smiled, “you need this”. I accepted the glass on my lips and he poured the contents into my mouth. I could feel it burn down my throat. I then watched, almost detached, as James positioned himself between my open stocking-covered legs. “Oh, John, you filled this little slut right up with your cum. Here, hand me that shot glass.” James moved the shot glass between my legs and held it up, filled with John’s cum that must have been running out of my pussy. “Here, you cuckhold loser. Drink up!” I watched silently as he handed the shot glass to Liam. He stared at the cum-filled glass and then looked around the room at the three of us. James commanded, “Drink loser. That’s sperm from your wife’s pussy.” Liam lifted the glass and emptied its contents into his mouth. “Good job, loser”, James said as he returned his attention to me.
With eyes glazed with lust, James held his hard erection in one hand. “Now it’s my turn to fuck your slut wife. Watch and learn, loser”. With John now recording, James quickly pushed his cock into my cum-filled pussy. I heard myself let out a moan. “She likes it, loser. Another man’s cock fucking her pussy.” With that he started thrusting into me.
The whiskey dulled my senses some, and I laid back allowing him to do his thing. I could feel my body moving with his thrusting, feel the bed shake and hear our wet hips slap. “Look at me, bitch” I heard James say. Opening my eyes, I saw him hovering over me, eyes alight with passion, concentrating on his thrusting. He continued to thrust, and as our eyes held, I started to feel my passions rekindle. Oh my! What was happening to me?
Without warning, James rolled me over to be on top of him. His cock never left my pussy. “Your turn, bitch”. Fuck me with that cum-filled pussy of yours.” I liked being on top, and in my drunken state, I did the best I could. I rubbed my pussy against him, feeling his cock inside of me. Faster…faster. “Oh!” I heard myself cry out.
“She likes it!” I heard James say. John had the camera in my face now. I gave him a drunken smile as I moved on James’ cock. “Hey, Loser. You watching this? Your wife sure likes to fuck!”
I glanced over at Liam. He was avidly watching and his cock has started to grow again as he stroked himself. I smiled at him. Then it started to happen. I could feel my passions rising and I knew there was no stopping now. I bucked on James’ hips, and ground my pussy into him as I rode his erection. “Yes! Yes!” I heard myself gasp and then my body stiffened and shook. “Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck!” I said. I came. Hard. Gasping for breath, I felt James roll me back over onto my back. The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to see James hovering over top of me, his hard, dripping cock in his fist, directly over my face.
“Open your mouth, slut. I’ve got a treat for you…” I opened my mouth as he demanded and focused on his face as he exploded. He pumped his load of warm cum into my mouth looking down on me with a devilish grin. I saw John close by with the camera but I didn’t care. James finished and wiped his softening penis across my face. “You can swallow now, slut. I’m done with you.”
John said, “okay, let’s all get in the picture: studs, cuckhold, and cumslut.” Holding the recorder at arms length, the three men pushed their faces in around mine. “Smile”.
After that, I must have passed out.
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