Delilah's Tribulations free porn video

My wife and I used to have a very adventurous sex life. We attended swinger parties, did erotic photography and videos, included other partners and made all manner of other wild lifestyle choices.
As we've gotten older and our lives have become more full, that adventurous nature has slowly faded away.
I won't bother you with too much detail, but I should give a bit of context.
Thirteen years ago, I married my beautiful 18 year old fiance. I was 29 at the time and very well established in a highly lucrative career. Our plan was to start a family, while she was able to stay home.
When my wife was 21, we had a beautiful baby girl, who has been the pride and joy of our lives ever since. Now that our daughter is old enough to want her own space and doesn't require as much attention; my wife is furthering her education and has a part time job.
Delilah, the beauty I married, is now a very busy lady. Between our daughter, schooling and a job; there's not much time left for me, or the kinks we used to share.
At first, I was completely supportive and understanding. That was before I actually had to live with being bumped so far down the priority list.
I still understand and I still support her. But I have my own needs as well; so I devised a plan to fix things.
There's neither time or willingness on my part, to explain the details; but I began researching hypnotism.
It started with an innocent massage that I offered her, as we lay in bed one night. I put on some relaxing, etherial music and rubbed her back, neck and shoulders. This always puts her in a very relaxed state; she's always told me that my hands are magical.
After about five minutes of my hands doing their work, the music (which I mixed personally) began to include subliminal hypnotic suggestions. I had already taken the precaution of putting in ear plugs, so the suggestions didn't affect me.
The massage continued for another 30 minutes; a process I repeated three times over the next week.
She was very pleased to have a personal masseuse.
The given directions weren't anything horrible, well not REALLY horrible.
I've always been a voyeur and enjoyed my wife's exhibitionist streak, which used to be a mile wide. So I imprinted suggestions that would ensentivise her 'showing off'. The more she exposed herself to others, the more her carnal desires would surface.
As an insurance policy, against losing total control; I also imprinted and trigger-word and a few other minor commands. We'll get into those a bit later.
Essentially, the more of an exhibit]ionist she is, the more she will want show off and the more she'll need to cum.

All of this began, in preperation for an upcoming event that my wife and I planned to attend. A halloween parade and party, in a nearby metro area.
The event was widely known for bringing out the wildest attendees and the antics I expected from my wife wouldn't seem out of place. We'd attended this event several years, earlier in our marraige and I had several ideas of ways to exploit her new motivations.
After a great deal of debate, we chose our costumes for the night in question.
I'm a 'big dude', to say the least. Standing at over six and a half feet tall and tipping the scale at nearly four hundred pounds, I've been called a "mountain of a man" for most of my life. Finding a ready-made Halloween costume hasn't really been an option since I was a k**.
Delilah, conversely, is five feet even and only weighs 115lbs. We are a picture of two extremes, when we are out together.
Since she and I try to match with things such as Halloween costumes, our choices tend to be very limited. Especially because I was doing my very best to get her into something revealing and sexy.
Because of Delilah's love for Disney movies, we finally agreed on Moana themed costumes. The Maui character was very fitting for me, since I already have lots of tattoos and am naturally built similar to the animated character.
I donned a wig of long hair and sowed some fake leaves on to a pair of green basketball shorts. Then I pulled on a flesh toned muscle tee, decorated it with facsimiles of the character's tattoos and I was on point.
Delilah's costume however, was slightly more involved. I began by ordering a costume that was made for a girl far smaller than my tiny spouse. Then I began cutting and expanding it (slightly) to, sort of, fit my fully grown woman.
The halter top ended up as a band of wool-knit fabric that left plenty of cleavage and some under boob on display. I shortened the Polynesian grass skirt to barely be considered decent and put her in her open top wedge sandals.
Her top left no room for a bra, but considering how tightly her boobs squeezed into it, the undergarmet wasn't necessary. She had insisted on wearing panties beneath the skirt, so I chose the skimpiest light green thong, from her drawer. I then modified them, slightly as well.
I made very small micro-cuts, to the area in the back; where the three bands met. These were intended to guide any tearing that I might inflict upon the small piece of underwear. I didn't mention the cuts and Delilah didn't notice.
When we walked out of the house, my lady was absolutely stunning. My excitement to get the evening started was palpable, yet she didn't seem the least bit suspicious.

Immediately after arriving at our destination, we found a spot to park. Then Delilah and I made a beeline for a bar that I used to frequent, before we'd met. I knew the bar well several years prior and it was always someplace you would expect to find a more risque crowd than average. On the night in question, it certainly lived up to that reputation.

My young looking wife and I spent nearly twenty minutes standing in line, waiting for our turn with the doorman. The place must have been packed, judging by the length of the line trying to get inside.
Finally, as we stood in front of the bouncer, he gave Delilah a very scrutinizing look. As with anyone who cards her, he was trying to decide if her ID was a fake or not.
Even now, at thirty years old, and a mother; my wife barely looks legal age. She's short for starters and a very petite build. Her C-cup boobs are still pretty perky and her waist is still narrow. Her pert, round ass regularly causes men to gape at her wherever she goes and her smile beams eternal youth.
Compounding the young look, her glasses and straight dark hair trend toward the 'nerdy girl' persuasion. Men always assume that look fades, as women age. They're wrong.
Once we were finally cleared to enter, I escorted my gorgeous wife through the entrance, we were bombarded with a loud DJ's ranting through the house speakers.
"One hour and ten minutes until the sexy costume competition! Ladies, you have forty minutes to get registered. Remember, five-hundred dollars to the winner AND any ladies who compete, drink free all night long!" The speakers boomed as the female DJ spoke over the latest dance club classic playing throughout the establishment.
I didn't remember the place being as 'dance club oriented', but it had been over a decade since I'd been here.
Nevertheless, I was pleased to hear about the contest. That's exactly the sort of reason I had brought Delilah out to this place.
We moved through the crowd, finally settling at a table in a dark corner of the club, near a wall, behind the makeshift stage. The DJ booth was also nearby.
I sat down, grabbing Delilah's hand and pulling her onto my lap, conscious to not poke her with my developing erection. I didn't want to tip my hand, just yet.
"Hey babe, you should enter the sexiest costume contest," I spoke in her ear. "You're a sure thing to win."
She instantly sprung up from my lap and began to glare at me. At first her face was a look of incredulity, but that quickly softened. I could see in her eyes, as my imprints really started to take effect.
A moment later, her eyes were scanning the club goers nearby and she looked into my eyes, with a sheepish smile. "C'mon babe, I'm thirty and a mom. There are college girls and bunches women in here that are way prettier than me. I can't compete with them."
"Babe, you get free drinks just for going up on stage," I pulled her in close, between my knees, pressing my hardening crotch against her. "Besides, you're a shoe-in. You got the body, the look and the costume to win."
My hand snaked around her back and began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt.
She grinned deeply into my eyes, before looking around to make sure no one was looking.
Just as she did, a very large, masculine looking woman, dressed as a zombie, walked past. She stopped at the DJ booth and picked up a clipboard marked, 'Registration", grabbed the pen on a string and began writing.
"C'mon babe, it'll be hot as fuck. Everyone's eyes on you," I felt her shiver between my thighs.
Knowing that was my cue, my hand reached under the back of her skirt and grabbed the back of her thong. A quick yank and it was gone.
Her eyes went wide and she shivered again.
I held the now ruined panties, beneath our noses. The scent of her sex filled our nostrils.
Her grin reappeared and she pressed her forehead to mine, "I'm in." She kissed me long and hard, pulling my long haired wig from it's meticulous placement. Then she pushed herself free of my grasp and sauntered toward the clipboard, as the zombie woman was finishing up.

•••

There had to be forty women dancing on the dance floor, showing off their skimpy costumes; A dozen Harley Quinns and schoolgirls, several slutty maids and slutty nurses, even a slutty nun or two. Hell, I'm pretty sure I even saw a slutty pumpkin in the mix.
But my eyes were glued to one lady in particular; my very own slutty Moana, Delilah.
The spotlight shifted around the dancefloor, randomly settling on contestants and giving them an opportunity to woo the crowd. On the side of the DJ booth hung what looked like a giant thermometer, with a yellow sliding bar that was labeled 'Next Round'. Next to that, was a small digital scoreboard.
"Alright ladies, here's how the contest works. If you'll cast your pretty little peepers this-away," the DJ explained to the crowd.
"This right here is none other than the official deci-BALL meter! It measures those horny guys cheering. The spotlight will move over each of you and you have ten seconds to push their cheers over this little yellow bar.
"If your time expires before it's high enough, you're out. Please no fighting, no hard feelings. Go and enjoy your free drinks for the rest of the night. If you pass the yell9w bar, step to the back of the stage and allow the other ladies a chance in the spotlight.
"We will continue pushing the bar, until we have only five contestants left. If you're one of those five, you make it to round two!"
The lights dimmed and three spotlights danced around the floor, before they all finally settled on the Zombie girl.
A large digital countdown projected on the floor at her feet, showing her remaining time. Her ten seconds seemed to drag on, as she tried to move in some strange tribal dance. It was disjointed and off putting.
Finally, her time elapsed, she raised her hands in the air and yelled, "Whooo!" She then ran straight from the dance floor to the bar, obviously having only participated for the free booze.
The meter didn't move.
There were several girls like that, just in the contest for free drinks; but lots of them were obviously trying to compete. I'm sure several were looking forward to the $500 grand prize, the winner would receive.
Some girls advanced, but most couldn't get the crowd to react loud enough.
All the while, Delilah danced nonchalantly along the periphery. She looked like she was enjoying herself a lot; twirling in her grass skirt and laughing, her tits bulging inside her tiny tube top.
The contest had droned on for about five minutes, before the spotlight found Delilah. Suddenly she was basked in the light and her movements slowed. Hell, the whole world seemed to slow for me.
Her head rocked back, basking in the attention. Her back arched and she thrust out her chest, spinning slowly and then she bent forward again. Her hands found their way to her bare outer thighs.
The grace with which her legs entertwined at that moment was mesmerizing.
My wife had a slight sheen of perspiration on her skin, glowing in the light. She d**g her palms up her thighs, to rest on her swaying hips; through the blades of her grass skirt. The skirt flittered in the movement, revealing a hint of her bald snatch beneath.
I was jolted back to reality as I realized that the crowd was near silent. They stared at her, as lost in the moment as I was.
If they don't start to cheer, she's not going to make it to round two!
She traced her open hands around her rib cage and slipped the tips of her fingers under the hem of her top. Then arched her back again and bared her gorgeous breasts to the shocked crowd.
Eight seconds, shit. I began to yell and cheer at the top of my lungs.
The crowd took another second to respond, before following my lead and erupting in cheers. The noise meter pushed past the yellow bar, just as her time expired.
I looked at my wife frozen in her pose, boobs exposed and showcased to everyone. I swear, from thirty feet away, I watched her body quivering with desire.
The light moved on to another contestant.
Delilah pulled her top back into place and started making her way back toward me. When she got to the edge of the circle, people pushed her back toward one of the sides.
She didn't even realize that she'd made it into the second round.

•••

In between the first and second rounds, they took a thirty minute break. During that time period, they poured as many free drinks as the five remaining contestants would drink, warming them up for round two.
Delilah was putting away a little alcohol. But with her, a little goes a long way. She was already tipsy.
She was ripe with the scent of desire, I could smell it on her, over the alcohol and the other patrons. Probably, because she was all over me. She'd left wet spots on both of my pant's legs and was constantly kissing, or nipping, or grinding, or stroking; she couldn't keep her hands off me.
Apparently she'd really enjoyed my work, I smiled. She hadn't been all over me in several years, this was fun.

•••

"Ladies, ladies, ladies!" The DJ belted. "Round one was a measure of your costume's overall effect on our crowd."
The five girls danced in place, lined up on the slightly elevated stage.
A young, short haired girl, wearing a tight white wife beater, that bared her midriff. An obvious homage to Miley Cyrus' 'Wrecking Ball' video, the girl wore white panties, with boots and carried a fake sledge hammer.
The next lady on stage wore a bikini that appeared to be made of bubble wrap; doubled up, to obscure viewing her naughty bits.
Contestant number three had what I considered the best costume of the group. Her entire body and face were covered with blue paint, with darker blue stripes wrapping her ribcage; she was Neytiri from Avatar.
Delilah was number four, she stood slowly swaying entranced by the music, running her hands across her body and through her hair. The desire in her eyes and in her movements was evident. I knew she'd do nearly anything to cum right now.
The final remaining contestant was another Disney princess, Jasmine. She was one of the most enchantingly beautiful middle eastern women I'd ever seen. Her costume was flowing and light, with legs that were open on the sides, revealing a lot of skin.
"Round two will test your costume's resistance to the elements," the DJ explained. "Winners will be chosen the same way as round one, except you'll each have one minute in the spotlight. Only three ladies will advance to the final!"
I wondered what they meant by "resistance to the elements", that could lead to many different scenarios.
"WATER!" The Dj shouted, cueing a song intro.
My curiosity was quickly sated, as Fat Joe's "Make it Rain" started playing and the ambient lights went down.
A light mist of water started to fall from the ceiling everywhere. The air in the club cooled and fogged; the lights looking wild, reflecting on the tiny droplets in the air.
Lil Wayne's voice came in and the mist over the stage started falling heavier.
All five ladies still danced in their bright individual spotlights. They were all beautiful in their own right, but my Delilah was definitely the one enjoying herself the most.
The water sprinkled down on her body and glistened. She'd sensually drag her hands across the wetness and wash it across her body. Her flesh glowed, her hips rolled and ground to and fro, her eyes looked distant and desperate. She oozed sexuality.
I smiled wide, when I realized the amount of water being poured on the stage continued to increase. At almost a minute into the song, the girls were standing in a near drizzle.
They were getting soaked. Although, I'm absolutely sure that Delilah was soaked before the contest even started.
Suddenly the water stopped everywhere and all but one of the spotlights cut out.
The Miley Cyrus wannabe was the focus of every eye in the building.
A cheer erupted from the crowd when they realized the white t-shirt and panties were now translucent. Her tiny pink nipples and neatly trimmed bush were completely visible.
When the girl looked down, she blushed beet red and tried to cover her privates. Her fake hammer dropped to the floor, her hands suddenly used to conceal her nudity. She awkwardly got through the remainder of her 30 seconds; then as the light switched to the Avatar gorl, Fake Miley stepped back from the platform and ran backstage.
The leader board in the DJ booth now showed "MILEY", in 1st.
The water had started to smear Neytiri's blue paint. Now you could see her dark brown skin, in many places. Her time passed without very much interest from the crowd.
The light next found my Delilah.
Her movements looked like the embodiment of sex. Her body was soaking wet and her moves were sleek and smooth. Her hands groped and massaged her breasts, through her top.
Then I realized the quilted wool fabric of her top must be full of water, it would probably sag down to her waist if she'd only let go of it.
Then she did. The top didn't just sag, it fell away from her completely, dropping with a wet plop, to the floor.
To Delilah's credit, she didn't look the least bit surprised. Her hands both shot above her head, proudly displaying her gorgeous "C's" to everyone.
She threw her head back, flinging the water from her soaked hair. Her arms stayed high and her hips rolled from side to side. Being topless, the curve of her hips really stood out and the crowd showed their appreciation.
The noise surpassed the Avatar girl's, but only boosted Delilah into second place; before the light moved on to the next contestant.
Plastic wrap bikini girl didn't even get the reaction that the Avatar did. Her waterproof outfit hadn’t reacted to the water, the way the fabrics had. It simply beaded off and rolled to the floor.
The Jasmine princess's thirty seconds was fantastic. She stripped her top off too. When she shook her D-size knockers for the crowd, playing to her audience; she moved up into the number 2 spot.
"Alright folks, at the end of round two, we have Tiffany, the Wrecking Ball, in first place! Amira as Jasmine, in second. Finally, Delilah as Moana, in third," the DJ broke down the advancing contestants. "Ladies, you've got a ten minute hiatus, before round three. Enjoy it!"
A Pitbull song started playing and Delilah stepped down from the stage, heading straight for me.
"You've gotta take me somewhere and fuck me right now!" She was breathless, panting and grabbing at the bulge in the front of my pants, "I can't wait for later."
I was in shock, amazed by her condition. Her eyes were glazed and her skin felt clamey. I looked into her wide beautiful eyes, seeing her pupils dilated further than I'd ever seen them.
Before our daughter, we'd sampled lots of hard d**gs together, but I'd never seen her like this before.
Did someone slip her something? She is high as a kite, I thought. Then looking around, I realized she was just high on the sexual euphoria.
Damn, my imprints were fucking spectacular. She was acting like she used to, when we took Ecstacy together. Only now it was without any d**gs at all.
She tugged at my hands, trying to take me to some secluded location, to get some dick.
I didn't move, staying stone still. With our difference in mass, she can only move me when I let her. I looked down and smiled an evil grin, "Babe, you got less than ten minutes 'till the next round, there's not time for that. Besides, don't you wanna get your top and go pee?"
She looked down at her bare breasts and smiled at me, "no, I'm good. You like the show?"
I shot her a look of mock incredulity, then relented and pulled her in close.
I spoke softly into her ear, "Babe, you are hotter right now, than you have ever been to me. Look around," I raised my head and allowed her a glance around the room.
Pulling her back close, "Every guy in here wants you. Wants the feel you, wants to fuck you, wants to have you. You're showing off to everybody, that body that I love so much."
Pulling back, I looked her in the eye and told her, "You know me. You know how much I love this. You know how much I love you, your body. You know how much I love when you show off. This is by far the sexiest moment of my life."
Delilah pulled in close to me, her body shivering with excitement, in my arms as I wrapped her up in them.
My arms are enormous and when I hold her, they engulf her.
She looked up into my eyes, almost on the verge of tears, still quivering.
"Babe, I'm hornier than I've ever been right now. I need to cum." The hunger evident in her voice.
"Well, you know babe, you've learned to take care of that yourself pretty well," a devious grin fell upon my lips. "You can do it." I cast a meaningful glance and nodded in the direction of the stage.
"Wha...," she pursed her lips, stopping her word. She shot me a shy looking pout, the cutest I'd ever seen on a topless woman in a dance club.
She pushed herself away from me a couple of feet, looked up and smiled mischievously. "I'm gonna go visit the little girls room, before the next round. I'll see you after."
She spun, titties still bared to the world and disappeared into the sea of people.

The next time I saw her, the spotlights were back on and the DJ was starting to ramp up again.
"Welcome back to round three, y'all!" The DJ began. "First things first, Tiffany has decided to withdraw from our competition this evening."
The crowd booed their disappointment.
"Wait a minute, have no fear my peeps! We invited our second round runner up, to take her place. Right now, in first place Amira, as Jasmine. Second place is Delilah, as Moana and in third; Tamique as Neytiri."
I looked at Delilah, who swayed with the beat. She had a distant, disconnected look in her eyes; but a genuinely happy smile on her lips. Her bare tits jiggled with her movements and I found the effect entrancing.
"The scoreboard is wiped for round three, a fresh start for everyone," the DJ grinned.
"This round will test the accessibility of each costume. As you can see, our contestants have all lost their tops, in the previous rounds. This round they will each have an entire song, one they've preselected, to get out of the rest of their costumes."
The Jasmine princess's hand flew up to cover her mouth.

•••

In the third round, Delilah would go last.
Both of the other girls had already gone and it was time for my wife to take her turn.
The Avatar girl had gone first and was fantastic. She'd quickly come out of her blue thong and the crowd was excited to see that she'd applied the blue paint everywhere. The paint had smeared and run, but she looked hot and the scoreboard reflected that.
She posted in first place and had the loudest reaction of the night, so far.
Jasmine had been a bit of a let down, she'd shucked the pants quickly, but it took her almost the entire song to lose the undies. Even after she had, she mostly stood in one place, afraid to move too much and expose too much.
I hoped Delilah didn't have the same hang-ups. I wasn't disappointed.
The guitar riff intro to Theory of a Deadman's 'Bad Girlfriend' hit the speakers and the spotlight cast down onto my topless wife on stage.
Delilah's eyes raised from the floor, to the crowd and she smiled hugely, cupped her tits in her hands and tugged her nipples for the crowd. They made enough noise to boost her into second on the board within her first five seconds.
Delilah was guaranteed to finish no lower than second. Now it'd be all up to her to pass the Avatar chick, on the scoreboard.
Her hips girated, she spun toward the front of the stage; ending up with her back to the audience, feet set wide apart. Then, looking over her shoulder with a sly grin, bent at the waist and grabbed her right ankle and her ass swayed.
The guys near the stage could see glimpses of my woman's shaved twat, as the grass skirt oscilated from her swaying.
She stood up straight again, rolling and bouncing her hips gently. Then she stepped back to the center of the stage, spaced her feet again and looked back again.
To my suprise, she ripped the skirt away and threw it into the darkness, somewhere behind the stage.
My cock ached as I stared at my wife's gorgeous bare ass, proudly displayed on stage, in front of a couple hundred screaming strangers. She was completely buck-ass naked and hot as fuck.
She turned to face the crowd again, raising her arms triumphantly, drawing louder cheers than before.
I looked to the scoreboard to see that she still hadn't gotten the crowd quite loud enough to take over the number spot. Close, but not quite.
Next, Delilah strutted to the front of the stage and her eyes found me in the crowd. She pointed at me and then curled her fingers, gesturing for me to come closer.
As I made my way through the crowd, toward the stage, I watched as she looked down into the crowd grinning.
She dropped to her knees, spreading them wide, once they hit the floor. Then she leaned back, placing her palms on the floor behind her. This position opened her legs and pointed her slit directly at the audience.
Again, the crowd cheered, but still not enough.
Delilah glanced at the leaderboard and grunted in frustration. She knew she'd have to go all out to win.
She rolled over, to her knees, pushed her shoulders down, near the stage and pointed her pussy and ass at the crowd. Everyone could see that her glistening pussy was obviously soaking wet.
She held the pose for a moment, then without any warning, she snaked her hand between her legs and buried two fingers inside her juicey cunt.
I watched her whole body shake furiously, fingers pistoning in and out of her drooling hole. She was desperate to reach a climax.
Frustrated, she pulled her fingers from inside her, placed both hands on her ass cheeks and spread them, displaying a gaping open pussy and asshole to everyone.
Finally, that did it. When the crowd erupted again, their cheers pushed her into first place.
She rolled over, onto her back, pointing her legs straight into the air. She slowly spread those beautiful, long legs, then pulled them back and tucked them behind her shoulders.
Her fingers found their way back to her pussy again. Two fingers of her left hand were buried inside her, while her right hand desperatley frigged her clitoris.
The final note of the song rang through the club, but Delilah didn't stop.
My wife lay naked on the stage, in front of a crowded club, all attention focused on her. She had her legs pulled back behind her head, into a pretzel position. Her fingers plunged in and out of her soaked pussy while she rubbed her clit, frantically trying to cum.
The next song didn't start playing right away. Everyone was mesmerized, watching the filthy, sexy scene on stage.
Finally, having mercy on my poor woman, I decided to let her have her relief.
"Starfish!" I shouted to her.
Instantly, waves of orgasmic pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy squirted several streams of her cum into the crowd and she trembled, overcome by carnal gratification.
As the orgasm subsided, Delilah's body languished and went slack. Her arms and legs fell limply to the floor and I worried she may have passed out.
The DJ announced Delilah as the winner, yet she still lay there, still twinging from the cum sh'd just had. Her breathing was still ragged and her most private openings still displayed openly, to the appreciative crowd.
The DJ laughed, "I guess we will have to give her a few minutes to compose herself." Then she began spinning another tune over the club's system.
I walked the rest of the way up to the stage, explaining to the bouncer that the wild slut on the stage was my wife. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to a darker corner of the club, where she'd have a chance to recuperate, some.
As I walked, holding her in my arms, she nuzzled her face into my neck.
"I love you babe," I spoke softly. "That was fucking amazing, I'm so gonna fuck the shit outta you when we get home tonight!"