Swingin with Mike Julie part 3
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Abby's Swingin' Good Time free porn video
I’m looking at some of the hottest photos I’ve ever taken and my pussy is
tingling with the memories they’re bringing back.
Here’s one of my fun-loving friend Abigail and her strong, dreamy lover Pete
slapping her neglectful husband Mel’s bare tail.
In this other one, poor Mel is naked on his hands and knees. Pete sits proudly and assertively astride his bare back. Abby is sucking Pete’s enormous hard cock and playfully bouncing his balls. With her free hand, she’s tickling her hubby’s ass and teasing him about the pleasure she’s giving her lover.
And here’s another one: Pete is leading naughty Mel on a leash like a dog –
making him “heel” as Abby and I laugh and shiver with excitement. I took it from
the back so you can see both men’s sexy bare asses – Mel is crawling; Pete is
walking him, making him bark! Wow! You can almost drink in the testosterone.
But alas, I’m getting ahead of myself.
It all started about noon last Saturday, My husband Jody was out of town on
business and I was alone, feeling bored and sex-starved when my phone rang.
It was my best friend and next-door neighbor Abigail. She’s one of the few women
I can honestly say is as wild as I am. The two of us are sensuous, dominant
wives. Our husbands are our total sex slaves and we make them cater to our every
whim. We’ve had lots of fun over the two years we’ve known each other, spanking
our husbands together and making them entertain us. Sometimes we make them
wrestle each other nude, or we make them lie side by side and jack their big
pricks while we watch and cheer and make bets on which one of them is going to
shoot first. Sometimes we sit on their faces and just talk our girl talk for
hours as they pleasure us with their lips and tongues.
We’re allowed to have lovers – and believe me we do – but our boys have to
give all their time, devotion and attention to us.
But again, I digress.
So anyway, last Saturday, Abigail calls me up, bubbling over with excitement
and says, “What are you doing right now?” I told her I was lying here going out
of my mind with boredom and sexual frustration.
“I have just the cure for you,” she says, giggling. “Come on over. And bring
your camera. Pete is coming over!” Before I could ask her to elaborate, she hung
up.
Believe me, I didn’t hesitate. Pete is one of Abby’s lovers, the most
unbelievable, dreamboat stud you’ve ever seen. I’ve always been a little jealous
of her because he really turns me on. He’s the definitive Alpha Male – big,
strong, rugged and, from what she’d told me, hung like a horse. I’d been dying
to get a look at that huge cock of his. He’s fucked Abigail many times and she
says he’s one of the few men she can’t control or dominate. He’s so macho and so
strong he can make her do anything and she’s powerless to resist. Luckily he
likes her wild spirit and gets a kick out of watching her dominate Mel.
So as I say, I didn’t hesitate. I pulled on my sexiest bikini hoping it would
turn Pete on and grabbed my digital camera.
I found Abby in her high-fenced, secluded backyard, also in a brief bikini,
lounging in a lawn chair, sipping a lemonade.
I should tell you at this point that both Abigail and I are beautiful – it’s
how we keep control of our husbands. They are just putty in our hands, victims
of our beauty. She’s a blonde; I’m a brunette. Both of us are tanned and
gorgeous.
Mel was mowing the lawn, clad only in his tight white jockey shorts. And believe
me, he’s a looker. He’s slim and handsome with an athletic build – but not
bulked-up and powerful like a football player, more like a swimmer or a tennis
player (tight and firm without being imposing). And as he pushed the mower
around, I was enjoying the outline of the sizable “package” in the front of
those undies. That part of him IS big.
I sat down in the chair beside Abigail and she made Mel bring me a lemonade.
When he went back to his mowing, I asked her what was going on.
She smiled mischievously and whispered: “Mel has been really naughty lately and
needs some extra punishment.”
“What did he do?” I asked her, intrigued and excited at the prospect of
watching the action.
“The other night, I sat on his face and told him to give my ass and pussy a
three-hour kissing and licking while I browsed through Playgirl Magazine,” she
told me. “But after just two and a half hours, he told me his tongue was too
tired to continue.”
“Wow!” I said, “I certainly hope you gave him a good paddling for that.”
“Oh yes,” she said, “I made him lean over the sofa and gave his cute bare bottom
a good long workout with my hairbrush. Then I greased up the brush handle and
stuck it up his ass and made him stay like that while I sat reading for an hour.
Every so often, I’d reach over and wiggle the brush just for fun. So he got
punished for that. But then, just last night, he did the unthinkable.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“He was fucking me and actually came before I did!”
“Why that’s an outrage!” I said.
“Right. So I called Pete and told him about it. He told me that any man who
could be so selfish needs an extra jolt of discipline and that he’s just the guy
to administer it for me. I felt a little tingle in my pussy when he said that. I
asked him what he had in mind but he just asked me if I still had the tire swing
in the yard. I told him yes and he said, ‘See you tomorrow.’ He told me to make
sure Mel was wearing his dog collar. I wonder what he has in mind.”
I looked at the big oak tree in the middle of the yard. On one of the
strongest branches, there’s a big truck tire hanging from a rope. The bottom of
the tire sits high -- about five feet from the ground.
“I wonder why he wanted to know about that.” I said. But in my mind I was
already forming an idea.
“I guess we’ll see. But whatever happens, I think it will be fun to give him an
added dose of humiliation by having a series of snapshots to commemorate the
occasion.”
“Oooh, you’re such a wicked gal,” I said, laughing.
“And if the pix are good – which I know they will be – we will make sure you get
a special reward.”
“Ahh,” I said. I didn’t know what she was planning but knowing her I knew it
would be incredible fun. (And it turned out that’s an understatement.)
About an hour went by. Abigail and I sipped our lemonade and talked about our
favorite subject: Men and sex and how good it was to be sexually cared for.
About one fifteen, the backyard gate swung open and Pete sauntered in. He was
dressed in tight black swim trunks – not “Speedo” brief, but snug-fitting. He
wore an open leather vest, also black, and his enormous chest, arms and
shoulders were glistening with sweat in the heat of the day.
And below his flat tight stomach, was the largest bulge you can imagine. He
looked like a Roman warrior -- muscles like steel. He might have been too
masculine and threatening-looking to be attractive were it not for his sparkling
blue eyes and playful smile. It was clear why Abigail was so crazy about him. He
could melt any woman’s heart.
But on the other hand, I wouldn’t want to be any man who crossed him. He looked
as though he could dominate anyone – man or woman – and bend them to his will.
He smiled at Abby and me and strode over to us.
Curled loosely around his right hand, he carried what looked like a dog leash.
Mel stopped his mowing and looked over, frowning. It was pretty clear he wasn’t
happy to see Pete. Abigail told me that she often has Mel “get her ready” for
her dates with Pete – making him lick her pussy to get her lubed. She tells him,
“Get me good and juicy. I want Pete’s big dick to slide in nice and easy.”
She also makes him caress her tits before Pete comes to pick her up. “Pete
loves to see my nipples stand up pert and hard for him,” she tells Mel. “I’m
going bra-less tonight, so lick and kiss them good. I want them to look great
against the front of my tank top!”
So obviously, Mel wasn’t exactly glad to see this Adonis in his yard. But if he
thought he’d felt humiliation at this man’s hands before, he had no idea how
much worse it was going to be today.
“Lisa is going to chronicle the day’s events with her camera,” Abby told Pete.
Pete laughed and touched my face. “Perfect!” he said, and I felt a shiver run
through my body. Then he fearlessly knelt and kissed Abby’s bare thighs. She
sighed and I could see the gooseflesh spread all down both her legs.
“Mmmm!” she said, “That feels divine.”
Mel had stopped his mowing now and his face was red with jealousy and
frustration. Pete winked at me and then turned to Mel. “What are you looking
at?” he asked.
Mel’s face tightened but he didn’t say anything.
“Come over here,” he commanded. And, hesitantly, Mel approached us standing at
the foot of Abigail’s chair.
It was only then that I noticed that Abby, as per Pete’s instructions, had
indeed put a leather dog collar around his neck.
“Your wife has some beautiful legs, man.” Pete told Mel boldly, and ran his
tongue up along the inside of Abby’s thigh, from just above her right knee to
the bottom of her bikini. Again the goose bumps were visible. And again she
moaned with pleasure, “Ahhh!” she said. “That drives me crazy.”
I know she said it in part to taunt Mel, but I have a sneaky suspicion she
would have moaned like that anyway. I certainly know I would if a stud like that
were tonguing my leg.
Pete looked up and smiled at Mel. “So Abby tells me you were a little selfish
with her the other night. Is that right?”
Mel was really looking uncomfortable. But he was smart enough to know not to
give this strong stud any sass. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said.
Pete stood up and walked right up to him, towering over him. “I hear you came
before Abby the other night,” he said, “and I think you need to learn not to do
that.”
And suddenly, he grabbed Mel and the two of them began to wrestle and struggle.
Now this is just a theory, but I think Pete was deliberately taking his time in getting Mel on the ground. He is so much stronger and more powerful, I know he could have managed to get him down in seconds. But I think he was sort of showing off, letting Abby and I watch the “fight” go on a little, knowing it would turn us on.
And indeed, it was very hot to watch these male “animals” struggle with each
other. Both Abigail and I have always loved to watch men wrestle. We watched,
turned on and fascinated as they strained their muscles against each other.
Finally, Pete took him down, put him on his back and sat straddling his chest on
the grass. He pinned his arms with his knees and gave him a couple wake-me-up
slaps across the face – stinging but not too hard – and told him. “You are going
to be my doggy today.”
Abigail laughed her devilish laugh and Mel blushed with shame at letting his
wife see him so thoroughly dominated. Pete hooked the leash onto Mel’s collar
and said. “Now I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl along beside
me.”
I laughed involuntarily at Pete’s boldness. I was really coming to life with
anticipation. I grabbed my camera.
One thing I can say about Pete: He sure knows how to get the most humiliation
and embarrassment out of the simplest situation. When Mel, was on all fours,
Pete hooked his hands in the waistband of Mel’s briefs and yanked them down to
just above his knees, baring that gorgeous ass for Abigail’s and my viewing
pleasure.
Then he said: “Bark puppy!” and Mel, red in the face, said “Arf arf.” Abigail,
Pete and I laughed like crazy.
“Good doggy,” Pete teased. “Now heel.” and he led his “dog” toward the tire
swing.
I grabbed my camera, overwhelmed with excitement by the sight of those gorgeous,
strong male asses from behind. When Pete noticed me taking the pix, he looked
over his shoulder and flashed his sexy smile. Then he teasingly pulled the back
of his own trunks down, exposing those strong, gladiator buns.
So there I was, shaking so much I could hardly focus the camera, snapping
shots of those powerful males – their briefs down and bottoms bare -- moving
tauntingly away from me. Poor Mel, with his undies down to just over his knees,
was having trouble crawling fast enough to keep up with his “master.” But
instead of having pity on him, Pete kept smacking his bottom with the end of the
leash, saying “Stay with me, Puppy.”
Abby and I laughed shamelessly, still sitting in our lawn chairs. “I just can’t
explain what it is that makes me so hot watching my husband taken in hand like
this, but my pussy is wringing wet,” Abby said.
“Mine too,” I said. “I think there’s something primal and erotic about it. In
every species, males have always competed for females. I think there’s something
in our biology that gets us turned on by the sight of one male dominating
another.”
Abby unexpectedly leaned over and gave me a gentle, playful kiss right on my
mouth. “You’re so serious!” she said. And we both laughed. But there was
something about the feel of her kiss that heightened my sense of arousal.
We watched as Pete led his doggy to the tire swing. He stopped and positioned
Mel, still on all fours, just under the tire and waved Abigail and me over.
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