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Part two of TheKingofNod's story..


Sadly, the second—but not the final—part of the night would take place without Amy. After she put on her tight top (adorned with her chapter's letters, of course) she said goodbye to my wife and me—to my wife with a quick peck on the cheek, to me with a French kiss and a squeeze of the cock.

It was sad to see her go, but my wife bent over me and said, "Don't worry—Mandy and Toyo are downstairs." She kissed me full on the lips and then laughed when she said, "Don't go anywhere."

I couldn't, of course, not bound as I was—spread eagle on a table with leather padding (it actually didn't feel too bad), my hands were strapped down in either direction as were my feet. Hell, even my dick was restrained a bit with the cock ring my wife put back on me after I finished coming into her cousin.

And now Mandy and Toyo were here. As if I weren't hard enough, my dick painfully throbbed at the thought of my wife's friends.

I had known Amanda Kesey (Mandy) for about a year. She worked at an ad firm with my wife. She was about a half-a-foot taller than my wife (which put her at my height). She had jet-black hair that didn't quite touch her shoulders, looked like she was in great shape from running marathon after marathon (it's what we do in Colorado) and had blown just about every single guy she came across. She looked like a sweetheart, with an innocent face that hid a sexual deviant. She had flirted with me a couple of times after we first met, once brushing her firm ass against the crotch of my jeans, smiling as she did so, sure she could have me. I'll admit, all that running had done her legs wonders, and I stared at them whenever I thought my wife wasn't around. I guess, just like Amy, I had been foolish enough to think that I hadn't been caught.

Toyo Cruz was another matter entirely. Half-Japanese, half-Mexican, Toyo had dark skin and long black hair that reached her middle-back. She moved to Colorado when she turned 22 after schooling where she grew up—Austin. My wife and I had known her since she joined our church, and she had had only one serious relationship since re-locating, that with a man whom I befriended (and, thanks to the world of social media, eventually defriended) and who told me all of the "weird" things she was into that he wasn't: anal; femdom; rimming him; 69; prostate massages, and more.

When he broke up with her, Toyo seemed severely unhappy, and as my wife had since shared with me, Toyo didn't date around—she only slept with men whom she loved.

So, downstairs I had: my lovely wife currently dressed to kill as a dominatrix (absent her thong); a girl-next-door who loved to suck and fuck; and a lonely, beautiful girl away from home who only fooled around with guys with whom she had a connection—and fool around she did.

Honestly, and especially after the surprise that was Amy, I didn't know what to expect.

From outside the door, I heard laughing and giggling.

Before they enter, I wanted to take a minute more to describe my wife as I feel I didn't do such a great job before all the fun began. She just turned 28, but she still gets carded at bars when she orders drinks. Her hair is a mix between blonde, red and brown. Sometimes I'm tempted to say strawberry-blonde, but it's not—it's got some brown mixed up in it, too. She claims to be 5'3", but she's really 5'1". She loves running, but, unlike Mandy, doesn't participate in marathons. Still, she runs a lot, and thus has wonderfully defined calves. Her skin is so pure—she tries to tan, but utterly fails. She kills me whenever she wears shorts, letting me see her legs and thighs. Though it embarrasses her, she's got a bit of a rump, and her breasts are proportionate with everything else. Her smile lights up a room, and she never gets mad.

I have no idea how I landed her.

The door opened, and my wife and our two friends came into view, my wife dressed as she was before, Mandy and Toyo in matching black nighties that hugged their breasts and stopped about mid-thigh. No one said a word as they entered. Mandy and Toyo looked at me for about 10 seconds. I smiled at them, and they smiled back, and I noticed Mandy reaching under Toyo's nightie and squeezing her heart-shaped ass.

Then my wife said to me, "Honey, look straight above you, OK?"

I did, and I saw a ring above me, a ring that hadn't been there this morning, and that I had somehow missed tonight (though maybe that isn't all that surprising).

"I'm going to untie your hands and you're going to lift them straight up for me, OK? Then I'm going to tie them together with this nylon and wrap a loop through the ring."

I looked at her and frowned. "What?"

She ignored me. "Then you're going to kneel and I'm going to tie your feet together."

Hold on a second... "What?"

And then I noticed my balls—they were in Mandy's hand. I looked down at her, and she smiled at me. "Sorry," she said.

"If you try to resist me and Toyo," my wife said, "Mandy's going to crush your testicles. Give him a quick squeeze, Mandy."

Mandy, still smiling, followed my wife's orders. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good, either, and I could tell that if she did it harder, I'd be screwed.

"OK," I said. "I'll follow your damn instructions."

My wife kissed me. "Don't get mad, babe. You're going to like what comes next."

Mandy took a testicle into her mouth, and sucked on it for about 20 seconds. "Just so you know," she said after letting it plop out of her mouth, "you have wonderful nuts."

"Thanks," I said, wanting her to continue.

I obeyed my wife's and Toyo's instructions as Mandy gripped my manhood in her incredibly soft and warm hands. When they were finished, I sat on the carpeted ground of our basement, on my knees with my ankles bound and my hands tied together above my head, held up by the ring dangling from the ceiling.

"Now," my wife said, standing before me, holding what looked like a riding crop, "you have a decision to make. One of us is going to whip you, you're going to fuck one of us, and the one you fuck is going to eat out the third. You get to pick the order."

Well, shit. I didn't know what to do. They all looked great and ready to be screwed, but was I supposed to pick my wife? Or not? I didn't really know what to do. This seemed more like a mind game than it had been before. Then, I didn't have a choice: I was supposed to fuck Amy (or, rather, she was supposed to fuck me). I had no choice in the matter. But now I did.

My wife kept slapping the end of the crop in her open palm, staring at me. I wish I knew what she was thinking. I wish she would give me some clue on what to do.

But she didn't. She just stared. She looked cold, a different version of my wife—albeit a super-sexy one.

I thought back to earlier, and Amy: my wife wouldn't have let Amy fuck me if she—my wife—wanted me to just screw her tonight. And I knew for a fact that she didn't like getting her pussy licked all that often, and she had never once suggested any bisexual tendencies to me.

Looking her in the eye, I said, "You can whip me."

She smiled. "Wise choice." Then she stepped behind me and cracked the riding crop on my right ass cheek. It stung. She said, "That's just a warm-up. Now pick your next two."

Honestly, I had never before thought about fucking either Mandy or Toyo, but now I had to choose one, and I didn't know what to do. I thought back to when they first came in the room, how they both looked excited, but Toyo a little apprehensive—until Mandy grabbed a handful of her ass. Then Toyo smiled wide.

I said, "I'll fuck Mandy while she eats out Toyo."

They both grinned, like I had chosen correctly. Then they both took off their thongs, but kept on their nighties. Toyo lay on her back, exposing her recently shaven pussy to everyone in the room. Mandy, meanwhile, got in the doggy-style position before me. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Don't worry about being rough, and don't worry about coming inside of me, either. I like nothing more than warm cum shot into my pussy."

Speechless, I didn't even try to reply. She giggled, then turned around and buried her face into Toyo's cunt, and Toyo instantly started moaning.

I rocked my hips forward, and Mandy reached back to guide me in. Then I felt the crop against my ass. My wife hit hard.

I turned to her. "Jesus, why do you have to—?"

But she cut me off. Before I realized it, she had a ball-gag in my mouth, and she snapped its tie in the back. "Shut up and fuck," she said, and then whipped me again.

I turned back, looking at Toyo moaning and moving around the floor as Mandy licked her, and then I looked at Mandy's perfect little ass in front of me, an ass all to myself. And so what if I got whipped by my wife? It stung, yes, but I kind of liked it.

She struck me again. "I said, fuck her!"

Consigned to my fate, fuck I did.

II


I don't know if my wife turned off the air conditioning or if I had been moving my hips very quickly, but eventually I realized I was covered in sweat, and it shook off of me every time I rocked my hips forward, pounding my cock into Mandy's incredibly wet—and surprisingly tight—pussy.

After each thrust forward, I'd pull my hips back, and when I did, my wife was ready with the riding crop, bringing it full force against my ass. She'd hit one cheek, I'd pump into Mandy, pull back, and my wife would then hit the other cheek. Her hits stung, and I moaned against the ball-gag in my mouth, but the only thing I could do right now was fuck Mandy—so I did.

And as I rocked Mandy's pussy (my balls no doubt heavy, blue and sagging beneath me, ready to come if not for the damn cock ring), I watched Toyo writhe in apparent ecstasy, eyes closed, as she wrapped her milk chocolate thighs around Mandy's face, all but screaming, rubbing her nipples through her black nightie. Toyo eventually pulled down the nightie, exposing her round, wonderful breasts, nipples standing at full attention. I so badly wanted to suck on those nipples, gently nibble them with my teeth, maybe even shoot my load on to her dark areolas.

But I couldn't. I could only watch her touch herself as her friend tongued her shaved pussy, most likely flicking her clit, driving her crazy.

Again, I jerked my hips forward, driving my length into Mandy. But I didn't pull back. Instead, I stayed buried there, enjoying the warm wetness, enjoying how it felt around my cock that so badly wanted release.

Then the crop was around my neck, my wife pulling it against my throat, choking me. "Who the fuck said to stop fucking her?" she said into my ear. "Move, damn it, or I swear, you won't like what happens next."

My wife had only threatened me a few times during the course of our relationship, and I never wanted her to follow through. I never knew what, exactly, she would do to me, but I also didn't want to find out.

Now, in this most vulnerable of positions, I wasn't about to test my luck. I re-started fucking Mandy, but my wife continued choking me.

"I bet you want to come," she hissed. "But you can't. Not yet. You're not going to come in Mandy. Did you really think I'd let you do that after you jizzed inside of Amy? No, you're not that lucky, baby. You're going to continue fucking her until she comes, but you won't be able to. I tied that ring around your cock tight, sweetheart, so tight that you won't be allowed to come until I let you."

That turned me on even more.

"Look at her ass, baby," my wife said, and I looked at Mandy's ass as I furiously pounded away at her pussy. "Notice how it slightly jiggles when you pound her?" I had noticed that, but I noticed again as a freckle on Mandy's right cheek went up and down, up and down, every time I went in and out of her. "Look at it shine in her sweat. You're making her sweat, baby, and I don't doubt that you're about to make her come."

As if on cue, Toyo's eyes popped open and she cried out, "Oh, yes! Ohmigod, yes!"

Then Mandy's body started convulsing as an orgasm tore through her body. She released her mouth from Toyo's pussy, inserted her fingers and started finger-fucking her friend as they came together, both moaning loudly.

"Keep fucking," my wife said, pulling the crop tighter against my neck. I closed my eyes, feeling like I would pass out, but I continued fucking Mandy. Soon, though, I felt her slick pussy crawl away from me, away from my stiff penis. My wife eased the pressure of the riding crop against my neck a little bit, and then altogether.

When I opened my eyes, Mandy and Toyo were making out. My God, what a sight. I just stared at them, completely dumbfounded, jealous more than I should have been. I tried to join them, but of course I couldn't, not tied up like I was.

As I tried moving forward, my wife laughed, and then cracked my ass again. It really stung. I doubt I'd be able to sit for a while.

"Girls," my wife said after her friends had sucked each other's faces long enough. Still holding each other, Mandy and Toyo looked at my wife.

She said, "I've yet to come, and I'd really like to. Mandy, if you'd be so kind as to take out my husband's gag and hold his head still. And Toyo? Feel free to beat his ass a little more. Or, better yet, give that cock and balls of his a nice whooping. But not too hard."

Mandy and Toyo stood and walked toward my wife. Mandy took out my gag, and I coughed, then coughed again. When I looked back up, my wife was handing Toyo the riding crop. Then she stood before me in her black leather boots, black bra and black stockings with garter. I looked directly at her pussy, which wasn't completely shaved, but had a little landing strip in the color of her hair: that sultry mix of blonde, red and brown.

Mandy grabbed me roughly by the hair, and I felt Toyo pull back my penis and hesitantly slap the head of it with the crop. Oddly, it barely registered. She did it again. And still, I hardly felt it.

Maybe I should have been worried, but then Mandy pulled back my head so I was looking up at my wife, as if I were kneeling before a goddess, praising her, worshipping her.

And maybe I was.

My wife smiled. "You know what to do." And then Mandy pushed my face into my favorite pussy in the world, and I went to work.

Sending my tongue straight for my wife's clitoris, I swirled around until I found it, and then latched on to it. My wife grabbed the top of my head, so now she and Mandy held on to me as Toyo beat my cock silly with little swats.

I nuzzled my face into my wife's crotch, taking all of her in. She tasted fantastic, like she did every time I got to eat her out. She never understood why I liked it so much, and I could never quite explain it myself. I could tell it made her feel good—she came hard every time I did it. Plus, it turned me on—and she tasted wonderful. I had been hesitant the very first time I went down on a girl (that girl, turns out, I would marry), but I enjoyed it. I had only tasted her (until tonight), and compared to Amy, my wife tasted better. I don't know why or how, but she just did.

And now, she tasted great, as usual. I was already turned on after fucking Amy while my wife rode my face, and after fucking Mandy while watching her lick Toyo's pussy with my wife continuously spanking me. I didn't think I could be any more turned on, but I loved the feel of Toyo's little whacks against my dick, and I loved being controlled by Mandy and my wife, both roughly grabbing my hair and forcing my face into my wife's divine pussy.

I licked. I nibbled. I bit. I swirled my tongue around, and my wife audibly gasped. She loved when I did this with my tongue, and I loved doing it. I repeated everything, and soon—and I could tell by the way my wife stood up straighter—she would come.

When it neared, and when there was no turning back, my wife pressed one hand on the back of head and pressed my face forward even more. I could barely breathe, but I didn't care. My wife was coming, and I loved it.

She screamed, yelled, moaned and made noises that were nearly incomprehensible. She never let go of my head, and neither did Mandy, and Toyo, seemingly oblivious to it all, continued slapping my engorged cock.

Finally, after what seemed like a full minute of an orgasm, after my wife came all over my face, she backed away, still panting. Toyo finally stopped slapping my dick and Mandy released my head, which fell forward.

My wife walked out of sight, toward the door with Mandy and Toyo, and said to her friends, "Thank you, ladies, for helping me tonight. Did you have fun?"

"We did," Toyo answered for them.

"And just so you know, my husband and I are both very happy for the two of you. I hope this works out."

I heard giggling, and then Mandy said, "Thanks, babe. I'm sure it will. And thanks for letting me have some dick. I probably won't miss it, but that was a good one to go out on."

Then all three laughed, the door opened, and they stepped out, leaving me alone, on my knees, hands tied together and reaching for the sky.

I very badly wanted to fuck my wife.

Eventually, the door opened again, and my wife walked in with a smirk on her face. She said, "You're really going to like this next part."

"Do I get to come?"

She nodded. "You do. On my ass."

I arched my eyebrows and she laughed. Then I heard footsteps and in walked a co-worker of mine, Jackie Preston, wearing a tight, white corset that barely contained her huge tits, with matching thong and stockings, and her luscious blonde hair fell down past her shoulders.

About two years ago, I hired Jackie as my personal assistant where I work. She did just about everything I could ask her, and she usually did it before I even asked. She had that kind of quick mind, even if she didn't have as much formal education as most people at my office. With me standing by her side, she quickly rose the ranks, and now was no one's personal assistant—and very happy about it.

A natural blonde, she usually let her hair fall to her shoulders. Often dressing modestly, many of the men at work ogled her, but she paid them no mind. Usually, she only spoke with me out of the men, only rarely flirting and exerting some kind of physical contact. She had a great smile that matched her golden hair, and despite her best efforts at dressing modestly, I could tell she had a deliciously curvy body.

She was a true knock-out, and when she smiled at me, barely clothed and in such a stunning outfit, I thought things couldn't get better.

I was wrong.

Because the next woman who walked in wore, from bottom to top, black shoes with just a little heel; tight white sox that ended just before her knee; then her creamy white thighs gave way to the thinnest thong I had ever seen; then a plaid mini-skirt that didn't come close to covering her perfect ass cheeks; followed by a very short, very tight shirt with capped sleeves, unbuttoned down the middle, revealing a red bra that covered what I imagined where fantastic breasts. She had a bow in her hair to complete the naughty schoolgirl look, and then stuck out her bottom lip when we made eye contact.

"He doesn't look like he likes me," she pouted.

My wife laughed. Jackie looked uncertain.

For this girl dressed up as a succubus from an all-girls' school was Lisa—my sister-in-law.

III


I guess I should explain about my wife's sister.

I've known her for the ten years my wife and I have been together (dating, engagement, marriage). She's just over four years younger than I am (she'll be turning 24 next month) and decided to go to school out here when my wife and I announced we were moving.

About three years ago, right before she turned 21, she came home from college for the summer and joined my coed sand volleyball team. (My wife didn't play and rarely attended—she didn't enjoy the game much.)

Every game, Lisa would start in the position in front of me, and I always drank in her image: well-defined, but short legs, a curvaceous rump (which I guess you could an onion ass, because the longer I looked at it, the more I wanted to cry due to its greatness), which was a little big on her, but she carried it well. Her hair, which she kept short and often in a ponytail, had a tint of red. Her boobs were bigger than her big sister's, and she constantly wore a dark shade of red lipstick, even when we played volleyball. I won't lie, and you can judge me if you like, but I often wondered how those soft-looking lips would feel around my cock.

Still, of course, I never made a move on her. I never treated her any differently than I would a female friend of my wife's: I noticed her looks, sometimes thought about her (occasionally getting hard), treated her well, always asked about her, but I never—never—touched her.

Except for one accident...

It was late July and it was hot as hell out, even a couple of hours after the sun had set, which is when we played our games. Everybody on the court was sweating profusely, and we were involved in an intense match. We won the first game, but then blew the lead in the second, and now were playing tit-for-tat in the third and decisive game. I had noticed Lisa when she arrived and eyeballed her when she took her spot in front of me—barefoot; short orange shorts that hugged her booty and would probably come off with one swift yank; t-shirt that clung to her tits; and a pony tail. With her sweating, I could see her sports bra through her shirt, and also the curve of her ass through her shorts. It looked like she was wearing a thong—or nothing at all.

Regardless, once the game started, my focus turned away from her. In the last game, we both went for the ball at the same time. I realized she was going for it late, when I heard her say, "Mine!" I tried to stop, but couldn't, so I went down to my knees and slid through the sand, stopping only when my face went directly into her backside.

I couldn't believe my luck.

I stayed there for only two seconds, which I deemed one second too long, before I got back up and into the play. No one on the team seemed to notice what had happened, and we not only ended up getting the point, but also the match.

Afterward, the team—save for 20-year old Lisa—had a beer, but she hung out with us anyway. Then we all left together, and I walked her to her car. She got in, sat in the seat, smiled at me, said, "Good game tonight," and then palmed my nuts.

"Lisa," I gasped.

"Did you like the feel of my ass against your face?"

As often happens with me when a woman talks dirty, I failed to respond. I only stared at her.

Where she had parked, hardly anyone else had, and we were alone. She pulled down the waist of my shorts and my hard dick sprung out.

"That looks good," she said. "My sister's a lucky woman." The mention of her sister should have made me pull away, but, God help me, it just turned me on more.

Starting to gently massage my balls, she said, "If you were any other guy, I'd fuck you silly right now." She leaned forward and kissed the swollen head of penis, licking off some pre-cum. "But you're not."

She released me and said, "See you next week," shut the door and drove away.

After cooling down for a minute, I also left.

She had never brought that incident up since, and after jacking off furiously to the thought of her later that night, I vowed I never would, either.

IV


But, evidently, she had told my wife.

Wanting badly to see where this would go, I followed my wife's instructions when she untied my ankles and told me to stand. Then, my wife had me spread my legs shoulder-length apart, and Lisa strapped my left ankle into a leather restraint, which she then tied to a hook in the floor, and Jackie did the same with my right ankle.

There I stood before three of the most beautiful, sexiest women I knew, arms still tied in the air, legs spread-eagled and dick pointing straight ahead, a mast on a fuck-ship.

My wife turned to Jackie. "Jackie—would you like to tell my husband what you're going to do him?"

"Sure," she said, beaming with a bubbly smile. She went behind me and I heard a snap. She reached around and grabbed my cock with a latex-gloved hand. Nibbling on my ear, she whispered, "I'm going to finger your tight asshole. And then after I do that, I'm going to lick your tight asshole. Has your tight asshole ever had anything done to it like that before?"

Nervous, I gulped and shook my head.

"Well, don't worry. Just relax. I'm pretty good at it. I guarantee you'll like getting rimmed. And then, when your wife tells me to, I'm going to find your prostate and massage it. You're going to come like you've never come before." She sucked on my neck, and her tongue felt amazing. "Remember: don't worry. Just relax."

Backing away, I heard her kneel behind me, and then she spread apart my ass cheeks. "God, you're tight. This is going to be so much fun!"

As Jackie massaged my ass cheeks, my wife turned to her sister. "Lisa—tell him what you're going to do."

Lisa moved forward, taking off her shirt and then unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the ground and exposing her amazing rack. "I'm going to jack you off as hard as I can until you blow your load on to my big sister's little ass." She reached over and pinched a nipple. "And as I do that, I'm going to tell you the most filthy things you've ever heard. And I'll twist your nipples." She demonstrated—God, I liked it. "And I'm going to suck on your nipples. And I'm also going to massage your testicles like I did after volleyball that one night—did you like when I did that?"

I nodded, afraid to speak.

"Did you jerk off to me afterward?" She was smiling.

I looked at my wife, and then away, ashamed. My actions told them both everything they wanted to know.

Lisa gripped my cock with a cold hand and put her mouth around my right nipple, biting down on it, ready to go.

"And while they both do their things," my wife said, turning away from me and backing up her ass so the tip of my dick settled between her cheeks, "I'm going to stand like this, grinding my ass against you, getting you ready to come, until I tell Jackie to undo the cock ring."

She turned her head and smiled at me. "And I'll also be thinking of the most depraved things to do to you when we're alone."

Seeing the worry in my eyes, she faced forward and said, "OK, ladies: begin!"

There I was: bound in my basement with nowhere to go, my wife's ass before me, Lisa standing to my side with her cold right jacking my cock, cold left hand softly caressing my ball sack (and shamelessly sucking and biting my right nipple) while Jackie kneeled behind me, spreading my ass

cheeks wide, and giving me my first rimjob.

That may have been the best moment of my life.

Jackie's tongue up my ass felt amazing. She took long, hard licks in my anus, twirling around her perfect, pink tongue, exploring my ass for the very first time. At first, it felt invasive, but then her tongue bullied its way into my—as she so eloquently described—tight asshole. She licked so hard that I strained against my restraints, away from her, but I had nowhere to go, and her tongue would not stop its magic.

From behind me, she said, "Your ass tastes great." I won't lie: that's the first time I received such a compliment. Before she licked me again, she inserted the index finger of her gloved hand. It made me jump. "Relax," she cooed, scratching my ass with her long fingernails from her free hand. "I need to loosen you up some. You're still really tight."

As Jackie fingered me (something I had always fantasized about, even if it wasn't Jackie doing the fingering) Lisa firmly and slowly stroked my frustrated dick and massaged my testicles while never releasing my nipple from her mouth. She alternated flicking it with her tongue, sucking on it and biting it. It felt incredible. Without the gag in my mouth, I could talk freely, but with everything happening to me, I just moaned—happily moaned, wishing this moment would last forever.

And in front of me, my wife moved back and forth, playing with my cock with her ass. Sometimes she'd back up into me and Lisa would point my dick toward my wife's asshole—something we had explored before. Anal sex was something that interested my wife, and we had engaged in it on more than one occasion, though not regularly.

At other times, Lisa would slow her jerking and move my penis' slippery head around my wife's ass, getting it wet with all of my pre-cum. My wife's ass glistened in the basement's light, much as Mandy's ass had, but this time, from my pre-cum, not my sweat.

With Jackie's finger deep inside my butt, Lisa's mouth abandoned my nipple and lapped up the pre-cum that covered my wife's bare rump. It was a very odd moment: my sister-in-law had my cock in a deathlike grip while she licked my pre-cum off of her sister's right ass cheek, and then kissed it for good measure.

"Thanks, s*s," my wife said, as if nothing unusual had just happened.

Lisa didn't respond. Instead, she let go of my cock and balls, and twisted both of my nipples simultaneously, making me pant. I said, "Oh, Jesus. Lisa—that hurts."

"Good. I want it to hurt. I think you're having too much fun." Though I thought it impossible, she somehow twisted harder. "You should see your face—as red as an apple."

"Oh, God."

She laughed and shook her head. "No God here, honey. Just Lisa. Say my name."

"Lisa," I panted.

Harder she twisted. I shut my eyes. It burned—but felt good. "Louder!"

"Lisa!"

Harder. "Louder!"

"LISA!"

She let go. "I bet you wish you could fuck my little pink pussy, don't you?" She grabbed my cock again and started pumping. "Too bad for you. No Lisa's Little Pink Pussy for you. You had your fucking chance."

During this, my wife remained silent—she just kept moving her ass against my dick. I couldn't wait to come on her.

Jackie had resumed rimming me, and I almost couldn't take things any longer. I said my wife's name. "Please let me come," I begged.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Oh, God, yes, I want to come on you so badly."

"You wish us to stop?" An odd choice of words, I briefly thought.

"No, I just want to come."

"If we let you come, that means we stop afterward. Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, yes! Please! Let me come!"

"Be careful what you wish for," she said, sounding pleased. "Jackie, take off the cock ring."

Lisa stopped pumping me while Jackie—who never stopped tonguing me—reached around and slowly and delicately slipped off the ring from around my cock and balls. I sighed—that damn thing felt weird and constricting on me, but there's no way I wouldn't have come without it.

"OK," my wife said. "Lisa—jerk his dick like your life depends on it."

"Got it, s*s," she said, and then Frenched me. I didn't expect it, and when I opened my mouth in surprise, Lisa sucked on my tongue, practically swallowing it. In this position, she reached down, took my dick in one hand and pumped faster and harder than she had been while, with her other hand, quickly rubbed my balls.

"Jackie," I heard my wife say. "Massage that prostate."

For that, I wasn't ready.

Jackie, I'm guessing, found it while exploring me earlier. She knew right where it was. When she hit it, my toes curled as I tried to stand a little straighter. Had I not been tied up, I surely would have fallen flat on my face. As it was, the ropes prevented that epic fail.

With my sister-in-law dressed in her sexy school outfit sucking my face and jacking my cock, and with my co-worker in an amazing corset kneeling behind me and massaging my prostate, I came. Came, it turns out, is too weak a word. It was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had. It was the most powerful, the greatest, the longest, the most intense, the most devastating...

You get the picture.

Ropes of cum hit my wife's ass. Lisa stopped kissing me, and I screamed in pleasure. Cum poured out of my cock, smacking my wife's ass cheeks, but Lisa didn't stop pumping, and Jackie didn't stop fingering. I came and I came and I came.

Finally, Lisa let go, and then Jackie stopped, too. They both started licking my wife's butt—right cheek for Lisa, left for Jackie. They slurped and swallowed the cum I had shot. Shit, what a sexy sight.

After they finished cleaning off my wife's ass, my wife turned to me, smiling. She looked so beautiful, so wonderful. She took my head in her hands and asked, "Did that feel good?"

I could only nod.

"I won't lie," she said, "it felt good to have you come on my ass. Your cum felt amazingly warm."

Weakly, I smiled.

"You're tired." It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway. "Go ahead, close your eyes. You're going to need a little rest for what I've got stored next."

I wondered at that, but only for a second. Then I shut my eyes, and before I fell asleep standing up—OK, tied up—I spotted Lisa one last time, topless with her gorgeous breasts out in the open, smiling and waving goodbye to me.

And then I passed out.


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