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Hung Wallpaper Man Fucks My Wife, Final Chapter

I’ve told you several true stories about my sexy wife Ann, fucking my best friend, and also how she attempted to seduce a guy named Bill, who she tired to hang wallpaper in our house. She didn't know anything about him before hiring him for that first job, but when he showed up to take measurements for how much wallpaper he would need, and to give Ann a quote for the job, let's just say she noticed something. That something, was an enormous cock stretching his bluejeans, and hanging halfway to his knee. Ever since puberty my horny wife, had carried around an unfulfilled fantasy of one day fucking a man with a really huge cock. Until meeting Bill, the closest she ever got to a giant cock, was in porn videos, so when he finished his 6 hour job that first time, and then left before Ann could get him in bed she was extremely disappointed. She thought that might have been her only opportunity to ever live out one of her most intense fantasies, and she had let her fantasy fuck get away. There had been an obvious chemistry between the two of them on that visit, but neither one had been ballsy enough to make a bold, unmistakable move. That disappointment never stopped smoldering inside her.
Over the next three years, Ann and I purchased another home. It was a big 5000 ft.2 place sitting on a very private 1 1/2 acre lot. We made a lot of changes, with the final one being the addition of a very large recreation room, another bedroom and bathroom. After all the construction was finished, Ann began working with an interior decorator to add all the finishing touches. When that decorator suggested a difficult to hang, fabric wallpaper for the rec room, my wife's beautifully horny mind required less than a second to decide what her next move should be. Ann’s three year old lust which had been smoldering for so long, suddenly swept away the ashes, stirred the hot coals, and burst into full flame. She would have Bill back to do this job, and he would not get away this time without fucking her.
I was glad when Ann asked for my help with her plan. Helping her with her scheme made me feel a little less apprehensive about sharing my wife with a complete stranger, who just happened to have a cock the size of a Louisville slugger. Ann’s plan involved a not-so-subtle seduction of her Horse cock friend. She added other rooms to the job so Bill would be
required to spend three days working in the house, alone with her. If you have read any of my other stories, you may recall that I am a hard-core voyeur, and my dear wife is an incurable exhibitionist. It's a good combination! Ann teased him relentlessly on his first day in our home, which left both of them ready to explode by the second morning. To satisfy both our needs, we used a hidden video camera to record everything that happened as that explosion finally took place. If you want all the details of their marathon fuck, go back and check out my last story. For this story, suffice it to say, Bill's cock turned out to be a full 10 inches plus in length, and most closely resembled my forearm in its girth. A most impressive tool indeed. He made Ann cum more times in the 105 minutes they spent fucking that day, than she usually does in the course of the year. His huge cock also left my wife unable to fuck me for several days, or even sit down with her sore, swollen pussy touching anything for the first two days. Seconds after Bill pumped his enormous load into her stretched out cunt, Ann had returned to the master bathroom where I was waiting for her.
She allowed me to fuck her traumatized pussy while it was still heavily draining another man's cum, and as exciting as it was, I have to admit, my normal size cock barely touched the walls of her overstretched sex organ. We recorded in high definition, everything that happened that morning, including her almost futile attempts to give Bill a blow job. Ann’s mouth simply wasn't big enough. We recorded her beautiful ass riding his big dick to her first orgasm like a cowgirl. Our video captured every long stroke of his huge penis plunging to the deepest part of my wife's vagina, bottoming out in her with almost 2 inches of hard cock left with nowhere to go, but still pounding her relentlessly as he tried to bury the last of it inside her.
Ann and I planned on watching the video that evening, after Bill had finished for the day. When we did, It wasn't at all what either of us had expected. Even so, it was very enlightening for me because of the new fantasy Ann allowed to come to light, and it was embarrassing for her because of the total slut she had become as he fucked her the way he did. Other than that, the video was some of the nastiest, wettest fucking I've ever witnessed, with Ann having so many intense orgasms that her own cum flowed down his cock in streams. Bill only nutted one time, but his load was enormous, and deposited far deeper in her pussy than any man had ever cum before. Bill’s thick white stuff kept leaking out of Ann’s battered cunt all night long. Unfortunately, the only thing I could do was watch
another man's cum oozing out of my wife continually, until the pool under the crack of her ass grew so big she asked me for a towel to put under her sore butt.
So that was the scene as we watched the secret video. Bill was a master at teasing Ann. He ate her pussy, and tongue fucked her asshole until she was out of her mind. Bill was obviously quite experienced. Most of us have a weak spot someplace, that when stimulated enough, we sort lose control and submit to virtually anything. Bill had found Ann’s weak spot in no time, and he exploited it to the fullest. Bill kept plunging his tongue into her asshole until Ann was moaning uncontrollably, and begging him to penetrate her. Then Ann did something that shocked me. She has only had anal sex two times in her life, and never with me. Both times before, it was with my friend Bob, who is considerably smaller than I am. She always claimed to not like ass play of any kind, but Bob had shown her she was mistaken. I think she had always been trying to hide her weak spot, but Bill was to experienced to miss her panting, moaning reaction. She was so out of her mind with lust, that she grabbed her own ass cheeks with both hands, then spread her ass wide open. All the while, her desperate moans begged Bill to push his tongue deeper inside her. He could've had anything he wanted at that moment, as I listened to my beautiful wife literally begging another man to fuck her.
With Ann lying on back, and legs spread wide, Bill finally gave her what she had dreamed of since puberty. He rested the huge head of his cock between Ann’s soaked pussy lips, putting just the slightest pressure on opening to her vagina. Ann was so in heat that she wiggled, and rocked her hips as she scooted toward him, trying to feel herself stretched like never before. After her third pleading cry of, “PLEASE FUCK ME!” Bill gave her the thrill she had dreamed of for so long. The initial look on Ann’s face was one of terror, and she gasped outlaid as he penetrated her. Bill fucked her slowly at first, expertly building her up for her first powerful orgasm, then continued introducing more and more of his long cock until she had a second quaking orgasm cuming all over his big pole. After that, Ann climbed on top of Bill, and did the best she could to make most of his cum covered shaft disappear inside her pink pussy.
Before long, Ann starting having multiple orgasms while riding Bill cowgirl style. She had so many she was exhausted, but still felt she owed Bill at
least one big “cum in her pussy, creampie” fuck before leaving the room. There was a short break in the action packed fucking, when Bill left the room to take a leak. Ann told me later that she was in such a state of euphoria, that while he was gone, thoughts began racing through her head about another fantasy she had had for many years, but always remained silent about.
She told me how it hit her, that Bill was the perfect guy to fulfill that fantasy as well. It had to be a virtual stranger, and Bill was that to a T. Even with all that had happened sexually, they knew nothing about each other, and had only spoken a few words. He was a stranger to her, unpredictable and mysterious. That's what it would take to fulfill her other fantasy. When Bill returned to the bedroom, Ann was so aroused that she poured out her long secret fantasy to this stranger in the hopes he could be the man to almost ambush her, and make her do things out of her comfort zone. And I mean MAKE her no matter what she says. Rather than me trying to describe what she wanted Bill to do, I'll borrow her own words as I heard Ann say them to him on the video. This was my wife's second burning fantasy that I had no prior knowledge about. What she told Bill must have excited him, because just after she told him what she had in mind, is when Bill mounted her, and practically fucked her to death before his balls finally exploded, filling her pussy to overflowing with his hot white load. This is what she told Bill.
Bill was smiling, as he stepped back in front of Ann, who was still on the bed. He was stroking his cock back to an erection. Bill asked,
“Do you want to suck my cock again, and have me cum in your mouth?” She had to think quickly. Ann put on a sexy face and said, “I thought of something fun for us to do”
“Let's finish with a good fuck today.” “I can't wait for you to cum in my pussy!”
Bill said,“I thought you wanted me to come in your mouth.” Ann replied, “I do want you to, and you're not getting out of here, until you do.” “We're going to make that tomorrow's fun, but would you do it a special way for me, that will really turn me on?”
Bill asked her,“What do you have in mind?” Ann said to him, “I have a fantasy that my husband can't help me with.” “It will only work with someone I don't know well, and you're perfect.”
She had Bill curious now. He said, “That sounds interesting.” “Tell me more about it.”
Ann said, “It’s sort of naughty, but I really want to do it!” “I don't fantasize about being r*p*d, but the thought of being surprised, and f*rc*d, is a real turn on.” “When you leave tonight, I'm going to give you a bag.” “The bag will contain my favorite, vibrating dildo.” “I’ll be the only person in the house tomorrow morning, from the time you get here, until noon.” “I'm going to be dressed in my tennis outfit, because I have a lesson down on our tennis court from 9:00 till 9:30.” Ann continued,“I’ll have on a tank top with no bra, plus my white tennis skirt, with no panties.” “I'm going to be wearing socks, and tennis shoes, along with my tennis bracelet, and sweat bands for my fore head and wrists.” Bill said, “This is starting to sound interesting!” “What do you want me to do?”
Ann told him, “You can choose any time before noon, and any location here at our place. I want you to take me by surprise, and be a little rough with me. From whatever time you decide to start, until noon. I am your cum slut slave. You can use me to act out whatever cum fantasy you have bottled up inside. You will be my master, and I can't refuse anything. If I try to refuse, don't listen to me. It's our contract. You are in complete control. You get to drag me wherever you want, then you can make me fuck myself with the dildo. While you watch me fucking my cunt, I want you to jack off.
You can be the one to make yourself cum, or you can use me to do it, but whenever you’re ready to cum, you have to tell me you’re going to, and call me a cum slut. You can shoot on me, or in me however you choose. That's part of my fantasy. I won't know what you're going to do, until you're ready to cum. When you decide how you want it, You order me to please you. You have a lot to think about tonight. You may want to shoot your load on my ass. If you do, make me get down on my knees and lift the back of my skirt, so you can cum on my ass. Do you understand what I'm saying?
I want to be nasty! I want to be treated like a nasty whore. You can choose anything, and I can't refuse. You can cum on my face or my tits. You can choose my hair, or cum on my pussy. You can't fuck me because my pussy is too sore, but my pussy will be soaked, so you can ram it inside me as deep as you want, and keep your cock there until you empty your balls. Just keep it still and pump all your cum deep inside my cunt. You can cum in my mouth if you want to. If you want me to swallow your load, order me to do it. When you're ready to cum, you can order me to spread my legs, or you can tell me to bend over. Everything is your choice.
Do you understand? I'm asking you to take charge of me, and don't allow me any control.
A very surprised Bill was stammering when he said, “You went over all that pretty quickly. Give me the ground rules one more time.” It was obvious that Ann was still feeling very slutty. She reached for Bill’s half hard cock which was flopped passively on top of his left leg. The fucking thing in this partially soft state, still reached almost to his kneecap. As she picked it up, it looked heavy as hell. Ann made some sexy direct eye contact with Bill, and licked the head a few times like it was a giant lollipop. Then she spoke.
“Like I said before, you can push your cock inside, and fill my pussy if that's your choice. You can order me to my knees, and tell me to look up at you. When I do, you can come on my face. Or you can order me to open my mouth. If you tell me to drool your cum slowly, down my chin, or you order me to swallow your big load, I must do it, because, during that time, I'm your sex slave, and I can't refuse. You have all night to consider your options, but here are the important things you must remember, and understand. This is a real fantasy of mine. It's played in my head a thousand times, for years. It's about being taken by surprise, and then being f*c*ed to do whatever a strange man wants me to do. I want to be handled roughly. You’re much larger, and stronger than I am, so use that strength if you need to. If you aren't forceful with me, or you hesitate, the whole thing will be ruined. Once you decide what you want, take it, no matter what I say, but at noon, it's over. Do you think that sounds like fun?”
Bill's dick, had already answered her question. He was hard as a baseball bat again, and similar in size! He was obviously excited and told her, “That’s the sexiest, most amazing offer, I've ever had! I can't wait till tomorrows fun, but I want to fuck you right now!” Ann’s pussy was sore, but she's not one to disappoint. With a sexy smile she submissively said, “I'll take my first order now. How would you like me Sir?”
“I want you on your knees, face down, with your gorgeous ass up. Get in position, and get ready to be fucked!” Was bill’s reply.
Ann answered, “Yes Sir!” As she raised her pretty ass to the sky, and pressed her stiffening nipples into the comforter. An instant later, I watched that log of a cock penetrate Ann’s pussy to begin the brutal assault that would leave her making her way back to me, with wobbly knees, a painfully swollen pussy, and the strangers cum streaming down the inside of her thighs.
I was shocked to learn of Ann’s second fantasy, but excited at the same
time. After we finished the video, I asked her if that was in fact a real fantasy of hers, or was she just stalling Bill to let her pussy recover a little. Ann told me it was very real, and asked me if she had gone too far. She clearly wanted my permission to go through with it, and said it was a great way to take care of two fantasies, so she wouldn't have to wonder how it would be anymore. I readily agreed, even though it was bothering me immensely that I wouldn't be able to watch whatever happened. It was impossible to have secret, hidden camera set up since everything was completely under Bills control this time. There was no way to know which room in that big house, that bill would choose to spring his attack in. I would have to be satisfied with Ann’s blow-by-blow description afterwards. All either of us could do then was wait for Bills surprise attack the next morning, and see what happened.
Ann and I continued discussing what was about to take place the next morning, and I have to admit, I was dying in a way. In all our previous adventures, with the exception of the quiet one, I was able to watch everything my wife did with another man. Sometimes it was in person, and the other times, I got to watch an incredible video of her erotic encounter within hours of it happening. That's the way it was tonight, except this time I couldn't fuck her because a man, who was in reality, a complete stranger to both of us, had fucked her so hard, and so long, that he wrecked her pussy. And now, I'm waiting for him to do something equally outrageous to my wife in another 12 hours or so, and she is so excited she can't stop telling me how wet she already is with anticipation.
I'm certain that's the way Ann drifted into her dreams that night, wondering what tomorrow would bring. My hard cock and I, had a more difficult time resting. Once she was solidly out, my curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to know if Ann was really as wet as she had been claiming to be. I gently slipped my hand between her slightly open thighs, to touch her opening. Opening was a good word for it. Even though she was still quite swollen, Bill’s enormous cock had stretched her pussy so much that my single middle finger met no resistance as I dipped it inside her to see how wet she was. Oh my god! What she had been saying was true. She was completely soaked. That turned me on so much, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Accepting that fact, I withdrew my finger while collecting an ample scoop, of my wife's horny love juice, and rolled onto my side to attempt some rest. With my cock still throbbing, I brought her sexy juice to
my lips, and sucked the glob off my finger to savor her sweet nectar.
Dammit! What was I thinking? Rather than my taste buds being greeted by the sexy sweetness my wife secretes when she's aroused, they were assaulted by a slightly bitter, and quite salty tasting glop of fluid. I hated to admit it, but my sexy wife’s pussy was so wet because she was still draining the big load of cum a stranger had pumped into her that morning, and I just tasted it. What the fuck is tomorrow morning going to be like? I felt nervous, and I suppose a little jealous. I'm sure I could stop this from happening if I want to, but that's when I noticed the condition of my cock.
It was harder at that moment than it may have ever been before, and I knew I wouldn't say anything to stop her fantasy from taking place.
For me, it was a bit of a restless night as I kept trying to guess what might be happening soon, so I was already out of bed and dressed by the time Ann’s small alarm clock went off. I sat down on the bed next to her as she stretched. She smiled like somebody getting away with something, and asked, “Are you still okay with me doing this?” I told her I was okay with it, but added, “I’m going to fake leaving for work again, just like I did yesterday. I'll follow the same routine and hideout in the master bathroom until after your fantasy is finished. Then when I get a chance, I'll sneak out and go to work. I'll come home later in the afternoon to pay Bill.”
Ann agreed to that plan and got up to start getting ready.
Just the same as yesterday, the baby sitter / nanny arrived on time and had the k_d_ out of the house by 8:00 AM for a full morning schedule. They were driving away as Bill was parking his truck. As he began walking around the truck, gathering the tools he would need for the day, I couldn’t help noticing the one tool that concerned me the most. I mean it is impossible to miss it, and I’m sure he wears his jeans that way on purpose. My mind started to race, and not in a good way, when the mental video of what he had done to my wife 24 hours ago started playing in my head. What the fuck was he going to do to her with that thing today? I had to shake my head in an attempt to stop the thoughts. It’s best if I don’t keep staring out the window at this guys bulging cock. I think what’s bothering me the most though is knowing I’ll be in the dark on this adventure, unable to watch, and that is troubling me greatly. I am actually thinking about asking Ann to call it off, when I hear her coming down the stairs behind me. She looked so hot in her short tennis skirt which she flipped up in front to
show me that she wasn't wearing any panties. Any thoughts of asking her to call it off disappeared when the first thing out of her mouth was, “I’;m so excited. Feel how wet my pussy is already!” I reached between her thighs, and sure enough, she was dripping wet. I asked if she had applied any lubrication, and her answer was, “Only anticipation.” Yep, I wouldn't be getting her to call this off, so I said, “You can stand here and stare at his cock if you want to. I'm getting a cup of coffee.” Ann said, “I think I should join you. I’ll be seeing his cock soon enough.”
Bill let himself in through the unlocked front door, and put his tools at the foot foot of the stairs. Then he strolled to the kitchen where he customarily found us each morning. We exchanged greetings as usual, but today there was an electric tension in the air. The two of them were unable to make eye contact. I broke the strange silence by telling them to both have a great day, and telling Bill I will be home at 5 PM to pay him, but adding, “If you finish up earlier, you can give me a call and I'll come then so you can get out of here.” I caught Bill and Ann looking directly at each other when He said, “Don’t worry, I think it will take all day to do everything I have in mind. With that, Bill said he had better get to work, and he headed upstairs. I opened, and closed the garage door as if I had left for work. The room Bill was working in didn’t have any view of the driveway, so after my fake drive away I waited until I heard him setting up in the recreation room, and then quietly made my way to the master bathroom. I would wait there just as I had yesterday, but this time I will be waiting for Ann to come back after it's all finished, and hopefully, tell me all the wet details. I hoped I might get lucky enough to at least hear something, but that was unlikely.
Ann didn't come up where I was. I figured she was going about her usual routine, in hopes of being ambushed if Bill decided to participate in her fantasy. We both waited, and waited. Just before 9 AM, Ann quickly ducked her head in the bathroom door, and shrugged her shoulders. She said,
“I don't know what's going. I hope he didn’t chicken out, but my tennis instructor will be here any second, and I have to get down to the court.”
Our house is built on a hillside lot, that terraces down with three distinct levels. The house itself, is on the uppermost level, along with the driveway in front, and the patio in the rear. About six steps down is the middle level with the pool, and then a large drop of about 25 steps takes you to the bottom level where the tennis court is. From the rear of the house, and
especially, from the rear facing window in the master bathroom, everything can be seen except for the tennis court. I was sitting at that window as I watched Ann disappear down the steps for her lesson. Even with my window open, all was quiet except for the occasional sound of a racket thumping a tennis ball, and some muffled words from her and her instructor. I couldn't help wondering if she was giving him a little show with no panties on. At least that's what occupied my mind for an otherwise boring 30 minutes.
I got my first glimpse of Ann returning when she was about halfway up the long, lower flight of stairs. As her head and shoulders came into view, I heard a quick shuffling of feet. Looking down from my second story perch, I saw Bill take up a hiding position behind a small enclosure that houses some of the pool equipment. The block enclosure is on the top level, next to the patio, and is about 5 feet tall, with a solid wooden gate which faces the front of our property. The final set of steps to come from the pool level, to the patio / house level pass right by that enclosure. Ann couldn’t see Bill at all as he crouched behind the gate, and in about 30 more seconds, she was going to walk past him, less than an arms length away.
Holy shit! Neither of us had even considered an outside, in broad daylight attack, but why not? The backyard, and patio area are completely private. Totally unseen by any neighbors or street. She said she wanted to be taken by surprise, and apparently Bill listened to her instructions. I'm starting to feel incredibly lucky, because I'm right above the patio which I can see very clearly. If he keeps her in this general area, I'll even be able to hear everything because I'm so close. Then it hits me! Our super Duper, hi definition video camera is in our bedroom. We hooked it up to our TV last night to watch their video. I raced into the bedroom to unplug it from the TV, and was back at my window before Ann even reached the pool. This is getting exciting I thought, as I turned on the video camera and got ready.
Bill crouched down a little more when Ann got close enough for both of us to hear her footsteps. He had pulled something from his pocket, and was holding it in his hand. It was black but I couldn’t tell what it was because of the way it was wadded up. Ann’s face showed she was completely oblivious, as she stared at the screen of her cell phone, and tapped away with her finger, probably texting one of her girlfriends. Things were about to change. Bill stayed down and silent until Ann was a full step past him, then
in one very well executed movement, he silently stepped out behind her and swooped a black blindfold over her head. Ann shrieked out as if to call for help, but very little sound escaped before Bill pinned both her arms with his, and covered her mouth with one hand. It was the other hand that troubled me more as I watched him wrap it around her throat and squeeze until she stopped struggling. I had to make myself sit still, and repeat, “This is role-play. This is role-play!” Bill said, “You asked for this Cunt! You want to be treated like a slut? No problem!” Bill was dragging Ann toward the heavy cast iron patio table directly below, and in front of my window.
They were close enough for me to hear their heavy breathing. Bill maneuvered her to the end of the table and told her if she behaved he would take his hands off her mouth and throat. Ann nodded her head that she would comply. When Bill removed his hand, Ann’s voice sounded truly frightened when she asked him what he was going to do to her. He laughed as he answered, “Anything I want to. Remember?” Bill pushed her ass up against the table facing toward him so her face was toward me as well. He reached to her waist and grasped the bottom of her T shirt. With a mighty grunting sound, he ripped the front of her shirt up the middle to the neck line, allowing Ann’s braless tits to spill free. Bill grabbed both tits and squeezed them so hard they were extruding between his fingers. When Ann began to cry out in pain, he said, “Shut up slut. You know this is what you deserve for being a cheating Whore!” Bill then took hold of her nipples and twisted them hard from side to side, then pulled them straight out, further than I would have believed was possible. This continued for several minuets. The whole time he was torturing her nipples, Ann’s face was contorted with pain, and I saw tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks from under the loose fitting blindfold. I can see myself how brutally rough he's being, and I know it has to be horribly painful, but the weird part was that even though Ann was crying, the sounds coming from her started changing from cries of pain, two moans of ecstasy. I remember seeing this once before when Bob almost bit her nipples off, and left them bleeding. She got so aroused that time, that she let Bob use her like a fuck toy for hours. How do these guys see that in Ann when I never did? Before I know it, Bill is saying, “You love that don’t you slut? Tell me you love it. Tell me pain makes your pussy wet.” To my shock, Bill had found this kink in Ann the same way Bob had because my wife was beginning to moan in her most erotic way, and began answering Bill’s questions saying, “Yes Love it, and your making me so wet!” It was that moment I realized I had lost my golf shorts somewhere along the way, and a huge drip of precum had
formed a clear stalagmite from the tip of my cock, to the leather chair I was sitting on. It's a good thing this camera can be operated with one hand.
About then, Bills jeans and T shirt hit the ground next to him. I never saw him take off his shoes, but I have been distracted for the last minute or so. Standing naked, Bill said, “So your pussy is wet again today is it?” As those words passed his lips, he reached between Ann’s legs jamming two fingers into her pussy. His hard thrust seemed to lift her feet several inches off the ground. Ann instantly grabbed his hand to force it away and said,
“No Don’t! I’m too sore from yesterday!” Bill lifted her a little more, keeping Ann’s swollen cunt firmly impaled on his fingers and said, “Don’t tell me No, and don’t be grabbing my hand. I’ll put my fingers wherever I want to.” That seemed to set off some real fear, or possibly anger in Ann as she began struggling much harder to remove his fingers. She got her way, but I'm not sure she wanted it because in a flash, Bill shoved her down with her back flat on the table. Just as quickly, he swooped up his jeans and dipped his hand into a rear pocket. Bill’s hand emerged from his pocket clutching another handful of something black. Ann was getting feisty, and trying to sit up on the table. Bill pushed her back flat, then held her there with his left hand pushing on her chest, right between her tits. His right hand revealed it’s secrets when he tossed the contents onto Ann’s stomach and said,
“Put one of these on each wrist and ankle.” What he had retrieved from his jeans, was a set of restraints, with black leather cuffs to be buckled around the limb, and those were attached to black nylon straps for tying someone down. When Ann protested saying that she would do what he told her to do, but she didn’t want to be tied down, Bill replied, “What you want doesn’t matter. We have a contract. Remember?” Ann must have recalled her own words from yesterday when she gave Bill such explicit directions, because she almost sheepishly submitted for the first time saying, “yes sir, I remember.” After she had attached all four restraints securely, Ann voluntarily laid back down. The cast iron table top wasn’t solid, but rather the type that appears to be intertwined leaves and vines, making up a decorative top which has many openings, or holes passing through.
Bill selected a couple of appropriate openings through which to pass the straps, and using them as anchor points, he pulled Ann’s arms upward, and to the outside edges of the table. I was surprised when he left her legs unrestrained, but she was basically helpless anyway. There was one I item still lying on her stomach which I quickly recognized as a ball gag. Several times, I thought about stepping in to stop this craziness, but each time that
crossed my mind, it would also hit me that Ann was getting pretty much what she ask for, so I let it continue. I did have one very frightening moment, and I could see the fear on her face as well when Bill went into one of his pockets again, and pulled out a small knife. He stepped to the side of the table and moved the knife to Ann’s throat. I could see the panic flooding Ann’s face, and then the sheer relief when Bill used the blade to cut away the neck band of her shirt so he could remove it completely and said, “There, You’ll be more comfortable now.” For several moments she went completely limp on the table.
There was a certain amount of genius in the way Bill manipulated her emotions. He turned her on with pain, then terrified her, and moments later consoled her by letting her know she was safe. At least for now. All of it together added up to a totally submissive woman who would do anything he asked. He had in fact, turned my wife into his temporary sex slave. Perhaps when she told him that's what she wanted, she had no idea how skilled he would prove to be in delivering her fantasy.
Still standing at the side of the table, Bill reached out and gathered the blonde hair on the side of Ann’s head. He wrapped his fingers into her locks firmly and dragged her toward his side of the table until her other arm was painfully stretched. Then turning her still blindfolded face toward him, bill said, “Open your mouth wide.” Without a single word, Ann obediently complied, and passively submitted to the second brutal throat fucking of her life, but this time it wasn't with a normal size cock. It was hard for me to watch as he pulled her head back, creating a straight path from her lips all the way down her esophagus. Ann had tears streaming down her face from under the blindfold. She coughed, and gaged, trying to breathe in the brief moments when his enormous dick head wasn’t causing her throat to budge out like she was swallowing with a huge Adams apple traveling up and down, sometimes almost reaching her collar bone. I'm sure she wondered as I did, when this guy was finally going to cum in her mouth, and this could be over, but that wasn’t part of Bill’s plan for today. If it was rough treatment, and humiliation she wanted, he was going to make sure she got her moneys worth.
Finally Bill withdrew is oversized member From Ann’s mouth. Maybe he noticed that she seemed to be turning a little blue from lack of oxygen. He stroked her face, and told her it's all good, saying she did a good job.
I know from her expression, she thought it was over. The beginnings of a smile began to show. She had survived, and her relief was evident. I was still hard as a rock, and stroking it, but beginning to breathe easier than I had in the last half hour. Thinking like that is sometimes referred to as counting your chickens before they hatch because,
The next thing we knew, Bill was at the foot of the table gathering the straps attached to Ann’s ankles. This entire time her ass was about even with the end of the table. Only her upper body from the waist up had been pushed down on the table. Her legs had been dangling off in mid air.
I couldn't figure out what he was doing now because there wasn't any tabletop down there that he could tie her ankles to. What did he have in mind? It didn't take long for that question to be answered. Bill took the straps from her ankles and passed them through the same holes he used to tie her wrists down. Using them like the rigging on a tow truck, he winched Ann’s ankles toward her wrist bindings until her knees were pulled up as high as her nipples, but spread wide toward the outer edges of the table top. It would be impossible for a woman to be in a more vulnerable, and exposed position. Until now, the tennis skirt had managed to keep Ann’s pussy covered, but with her legs pulled back, and wide open, the front of the skirt fell across her belly, and the back portion hung straight down from the edge of the table. That’s when I saw the evidence suggesting the extent of her arousal. The entire back of her skirt was soaking wet. I asked Ann later night, if she had pissed herself out of fear. She somewhat reluctantly admitted that, no she hadn’t pissed herself. Everything I saw was pussy juice flowing like a turned on river out of her cunt.
It must've been Ann’s turn for some more conventional pleasure now because Bill pulled up one of the dinning chairs surrounding the patio table, and sat down right in front of Ann’s upturned pussy and pink asshole where he began to dine. Licking her slowly at first, he would start at her asshole and lick slowly upward until he reached her clit where he paused to swirl his tongue in circles around it.
After a while, he had Ann panting and moaning like the horny slut she really is inside, and that’s when Bill turned on the afterburners. His slow licks up the length of her crack started to include more and more frequent pauses at her holes to dart his tongue inside. Ann was moaning in that familiar way that says she wants to cum. This only intensified when the licking gave way
to full time tongue fucking of her pussy. Ann was bucking her hips as much as someone who’s hogtied can, but reality didn’t escape her entirely. As much as she wanted a cock in her cunt, she knew it would be excruciating one it was fucking her torn up pussy, and there is no way in hell she was doing anal with Bill. Bobs small dick had been difficult enough. She started asking Bill to please jerk off and cum in her mouth, telling him how much she has been craving the taste of his cum. Bill didn’t say a word but moved his attention from her gushing pussy to her pink starfish. Curling his tongue into a pointed spear. Bill pushed it deep inside Ann’s ass causing her to have multiple spasms rip through her pelvic area. Bill placed his hands on her ass, positioning his thumbs right next to her quivering asshole. Pushing down, and spreading her hole open with his thumbs, Bill gaped her asshole more open than Ann had ever experienced. Sticking his tongue out as far as possible, and holding it there ridged, Bill began moving his entire head back and forth, probing her ass deeply. Then the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed happened. As Bill found a perfect rhythm with the tongue fucking, his nose had to go somewhere. That somewhere was Ann’s wet pussy, and as his tongue entered her sensitive asshole, his nose would slip inside her soaked pussy just enough to stretch the outer muscles of her vagina. Each time he withdrew his nose, her wetness made a nasty slurping, sucking sound that was so erotic that it caused me to cum all over myself and my chair. apparently it had the same effect on Ann because it wasn’t long until that deep guttural growl started trying to escape from somewhere near her sole, and in a few more seconds she exploded with an orgasm of unbelievable magnitude. During any good orgasm, Ann is practically paralyzed for up to 45 seconds, as wave after wave of contractions rip through every muscle fiber of her body, and this wasn't just any good orgasm. This was like Vesuvius going off, plus the fact she was bound head and foot. Bill saw this as his golden opportunity. He abruptly stood up kicking the chair backward out of his way, and to my complete astonishment, seconds later that anaconda of a cock he has was halfway hidden in my helpless wife’s tight ass. Ann was screaming in a way I’ve never herd before as Bill pulled back his long cock only to push it deeper inside with the next thrust. Ann’s orgasm was beginning to subside by the time Bill was giving it all to her. he had never gotten more than 7 or 8 inches of his 10 1/2 inches of available length inside Ann’s pussy. she simply wasn’t that deep, but apparently her ass was a different story as I watched his entire shaft slide inside her until his full balls pressed up against her. Instead of begging him to stop like I would have bet on, Ann
was out of her mind aroused and telling him to fuck her ass. Begging Bill to fill her ass with cum. Her tight ass must have been crushing his thick cock, and even the guy with unbelievable control couldn’t hold it back any longer. I saw his knees quiver with his last few full length strokes and then Bill let out a thunderous roar as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Ann’s hips. Using that grip on her body, Bill pulled her ass toward his final thrust and rising up on his tip toes he buried every millimeter of his gigantic penis in my wife’s asshole. When his balls touched and he couldn’t possibly get any deeper, there was a pause for just a split second, but enough for me to notice it, and then with a groan I can only describe as sounding like the relief, and release of a lifetime, his balls began jerking with long hard pulses, pumping jets of his hot seed into her deepest places. I know Ann could feel it blasting inside her from her verbal reactions of “Oh God! Oh Yes Fill Me!” I swear he had several contractions that were so hard, I could see the tube carrying his cum up the underside of his cock expand as it became pressurized with another huge rush of cum. It seemed like he shot into Ann forever before finally releasing his grip, and slowly pulling that slick pole out of her ass. I expected a huge rush of cum just like yesterday when he overflowed her pussy, but there was nothing at all. Well, not yet anyway. It was finally over! At least we thought it was, but if she wanted to be treated like a cum slut, Bill was the guy to do it right.
Bill started getting dressed and Ann asked him to untie her. Bill said it wasn’t healthy to keep a load that big in a place it’s not really intended to be. He told her she was in a perfect position to let it drain out, and he would be back in a while to let her go. He said he only had a few minuets of work left so he was going to call her husband now so he could get paid. Then he asked Ann how long it would take her husband to get home from work. What an arrogant asshole he turned out to be, but Ann could finally mark off two of her more haunting fantasies.
I still had to play this out to the end so I stayed put and continued recording. Bill left Ann out on that table for almost 20 minuets before untying her, but he had been right about one thing. Three or four minuets after walking away from her, the first of his load had traveled the ten inches from where Bill deposited it to daylight. A white shiny trickle appeared at first, making it’s way down Ann’s ass crack and then drooling in long stringy drips to the patio decking. before long, the drooling pearlescent strings were fatter and more frequent. A shimmering pool of cum had formed on
the deck. I was fine until the thick white globs appeared. They clumped together in blobs of tablespoon size and each one that fell made an audible Splat sound as it splashed down in the ever growing pool of stranger cum. It bothered me.
I don’t know about Ann, but I don’t think I want to do this any more!

The rest of this day, and what Ann and I talked about later when she watched the video. That’s the next story!