Who's Next? Part Four
Part IV
This is a hybrid between a story and a blog article. It started as a journal entry, then took on a life of its own. There are three or four vignettes based on musings on my life as a polyamorous husband. The segments are a mixture of memories of real experiences, utter fantasies, and enhanced experiences. I guess I have to credit or blame DizzyD247 for this as some of his best stories are also based on autobiographical events.
Anyway, as I worked on it, the first vignette needed to be fleshed out. Once I did that, it got too big to publish the whole thing at once, so I'm publishing it in sections. Parts One, Two, and Three have been published. Part Four is below. This is where it ends for now, but there may be some stories published later as 'spinoffs' from these tales and memories.
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Remembering that wild night at The Marble Door reminds me of some of the kinkier experiences Lilly and I have enjoyed since opening up our marriage. As I noted above there seems to be a big cross-section between polyamory and kink; BDSM specifically. I've opined about this in Facebook groups and started several discussions. There is some dissent, but from where I see it, most polyamorous women tend to be into power exchange. They're dominant or submissive. The ones who respond to me tend to be submissive. Maybe they're looking, consciously or subconsciously for a dominant black man with a bbc to put them in their places or fulfill some old taboo Mandingo flavored fantasy. I don't know why they're drawn to me, but drawn they are.
The kinkiest of these would have to be Abbie. God, I'd love to have her here right now throating my cock. Abbie's the most submissive, sluttiest woman I've ever met. We met on OKCupid and hit it off pretty quickly. Our first conversation on Cupid had begun with her assertion that all she really wanted was to find someone who would eat her pussy. Since my passion for oral sex isn't limited to receiving, I enthusiastically volunteered and the spark was ignited. She's pretty, sophisticated and sexy. She was an avid reader and we swapped book recommendations and read each other's suggested novels. She favored the classics and introduced me to Edith Wharton.
She had a great sense of humor and a razor-sharp wit. She's a lovely brunette with thick, long, wavy hair, a somewhat square, broad face and delicate features. She stood about 5' 4”- taller in her favorite “come fuck me” heels. She was blessed with a curvaceous figure and wore a few extra pounds that invite lovers to grab a hold of her in all the fun places. As I said, we hit if off pretty quickly. Then came the turbulence.
Abbie is...different. She's a prickly, self-described sociopath who calls herself polyamorous, but won't even use the word relationship.
“Don't ever use that word with me!" She demanded in her high nasal voice. "Untold evil has been perpetrated in the name of relationships”.
“Noted. How about, uh... 'connection?” I countered.
“Connection works. I'm all about connecting. Especially if you want to connect flange P in slot V”.
Physical and sexual intimacy were okay, emotional intimacy, unthinkable. She uses her full name on social dating sites, but wouldn't give me her phone number or email address. You can call her anything you want in bed, but if you so much as use a pet name in normal conversation, you'll incur her wrath.
“Hello sweetheart, how was your day” I blundered one fine spring evening.
“I'm not your sweetheart. What's wrong with my real name?” she replied tersely.
“Nothing! Abigail is a fine name. It has a nice literary ring to it.”
“Then please use it. I despise pet names.”
You can call her a fucking whore with your dick buried in her mouth, but don't dare call her 'sweetheart'.
When we first started chatting, she said she was very busy and couldn't be available on Friday evenings, or Sundays. Then she promptly started texting me for long conversations on Friday evenings and Sundays. After a few weeks of this, I was infatuated. Unfortunately, I told her so.
“Oh no, don't say that. Don't do that.”
“Do what?”
“Go all mushy on me. If I think you're falling in love with me, I'll disappear like a fawn in the woods.”
To say dating Abbie was a challenge is a gross understatement.
She was equal parts maddening, intriguing, and beguiling. She also happens to be bisexual. So it was that, after several months of missed connections and missed signals, we finally ended up with a date in a downtown Dallas hotel room. The date happened by accident. Lilly had reserved a room for one of her partners who was flying in from Chicago. His travel plans got screwed up a week before hand, so we had an opportunity for a downtown play date. We made a short list of women we'd like to invite for an evening of MFF debauchery and Abbie was at the top. I called her and invited her to join us. She gave me hell for a half hour.
“What do you mean, I was on a list? Why would you even think of anyone else? I'm crushed!”
After I smoothed her ruffled feathers, we made plans for the evening and decided to fulfill one of the fantasies we'd been talking about. She wanted to be tied, spread-eagle to a bed while people took turns going down on her, using her mouth, her pussy, whatever. Lilly and I agreed and bought a bed tie-down kit and a few other toys in preparation for the evening.
That evening we checked in to our room and met Abbie downstairs in the hotel bar. When we walked in, there were a few men in the bar. Their eyes were fixed on Abbie sitting alone at a table right in the middle of the small dining area. She wore a black dress with a plunging neckline and no bra. With that figure in that dress, she looked like a woman hungry for attention, and she was getting lots of it.
Until Lilly and I walked in. Then the poor slobs at the bar didn't know where to look. Lilly was dressed in an equally provocative purple cocktail dress with an open back showing off her deep tan and athletic figure. The tight fit of the dress accentuated her broad hips and sexy ass. All eyes were on us as we joined Abbie at the table.
I must say I was in horny guy paradise. In the company of two gorgeous bisexual, slutty women intent on seduction and submission. As things go when awesome women meet, conversation got started and Lilly and Abbie's connection was instantaneous.
I started the conversation with the gratuitous but genuine compliment.
“Good evening Abbie. You look absolutely stunning in that dress.”
“Thank you,” she replied with her usual musical lilt in her high nasal voice. “It's my wedding dress.”
“That's your wedding dress? You've gotta be k**ding me!”
“Nope. We got married at Niagara Falls, on a sunny afternoon. My husband was dressed in black too. It was an...unorthodox ceremony presided over by a High Priest of The Church of All Worlds.”
“What did your f@mily think?” I asked. “I'll bet that freaked them out.”
“Wellll, it would have, if they had known about it. We eloped. Neither one of us wanted to deal with my crazy-ass M0ther.”
“Yeah, you told me about her", I replied. "You described her as a Narcissistic addict, as I recall.”
“Yeah, she was a handful. She could be a grade A bitch. And that was when she was in a good mood.”
“Ohhh, I'm sorry honey”, Lilly whined in sympathy, as she leaned across the table and clasped Abbie's hands. “I know what's that's like. My father was an ogre. He had a violent, unpredictable temper. We walked on eggshells all the time waiting for the next explosion.”
Abbie, not being one for pity brushed off the sentiment, but kept hold of Lilly's hand and started diddling her fingers.
“It's okay, we put lots of distance between her and us. It was a beautiful ceremony.”
Drawn into yet another quirk of Abbie's life, I pressed for more details. “So what did she do when she found out about the wedding; the marriage, I mean?”
“She didn't. Well, eventually. But nobody knew we were married for at least ten years.”
“What? Neither of your parents knew you got married?”
“Nobody in my whole f@mily!” she stressed. She seemed proud of that somehow, as if she was in a who's life is more fucked up competition and had just won the Grand Prize. Lilly conceded the victory and pressed her for clarity.
“Wow, and I thought my f@mily was bad. So...you were married for ten years and no one in your f@mily knew about your husband?”
“Oh, they knew about him. They just didn't know he was my husband. It was better that way. Simpler.”
Lilly was now fondling Abbie's hand in return as the bonding continued. “What was he like? Was he kind and supportive like my Bart? Your knight in shining armor?”
Abbie burst into raucous laughter. “Fuck no! He was a narcissistic addict too! And a mean-ass dom. Why do you think we both wore black on our wedding day? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a smart-ass. It's just the thought of him as anybody's knight in shining armor. That's the most absurd thing I've heard all day.”
“So...you married your M0ther.” Lilly cooed. “That happens to a lot of people. I was lucky enough to do the opposite.”
“Yeah, I guess I did. Except M0ther never tied me up and fucked me. He was a narcissistic d**g-addicted asshole, but he had his good points.” That got laughter all around. When the chuckling died down, Abbie continued, in a less conversational tone.
“Which reminds me... Isn't somebody supposed to be tying me to a bed somewhere this evening?”
“I thought you'd never ask” I quipped with a smile. “In fact, your chamber of tantalizing torment awaits. You will be bound, flogged, abused, and licked until you are beside yourself with pleasure.”
“Oh, goody, I can hardly wait! Just let me get a smoke first. Then you can take me upstairs and have your way with me, good Sir Knight.”
I nodded. “As you wish milady.”
All eyes followed Abbie as she sauntered slowly across the room in her sexy black dress. Lilly and I finished our drinks, paid the tab, and joined her outside. We made nervous small talk as she finished her cigarette, then escorted her up to the room.
When we got in the room, we wasted little time. Lilly and I converged on poor Abbie and, in a rush of pent-up desire we began kissing and ******* her. We sandwiched her, with Lilly kissing her passionately and me standing behind our guest in my favorite position, reaching around her to grope her tits while I bit at her neck and shoulders. Lilly kind of went wild on Abbie and started peeling her dress off. In less than two minutes, we had her naked, breathless and very wet.
Lilly dropped to her knees to satisfy her insatiable pussy lust. Abbie leaned back against me as Lilly raised one of her thighs and dove in, kissing her mound and working her fingers into Abbie's naked wet lower lips. She gasped as Lilly penetrated her with two fingers and began finger-fucking her vigorously.
Lilly was at risk of getting lost in her favorite obsession. Just as she was about to send Abbie over the edge, I halted the action with a stern tug that wheeled Abbie away from my kneeling wife, and spun her towards the king size bed.
I pulled the covers back to reveal the tie-down straps. I pushed her forward and she tumbled onto the bed and rolled over on her back. She propped herself up on her elbows, looked at me defiantly and slowly spread her legs.
“I say again. Isn't somebody supposed to tie me down and do all sorts of lewd things to my helpless, naked body?”
I grinned and started toward her. I grabbed one of her ankles to secure it in the nearest strap and she pulled it back with a mischievous grin.
“I didn't say it was going to be easy, Bart. You're gonna have to take me. If you can.”
“You little brat.” I said with a grin. I grabbed her ankle again, muscled it into position, and secured it in the strap. Lilly bounded on to the bed, grabbed Abbie's opposite wrist, and with the gusto of a studio wrestler bound it in the tight leather strap. Abbie continued to put up a struggle, just for the fun of being physically subdued, but in moments we had her securely bound to the bed.
We took our time undressing while we discussed what to do with our new toy. We decided to tease her a while. We'd dug into our bag of goodies and chose a “Fifty Shades” spiked wheel, and a red feather boa. We took turns running them all over her naked body, teasing her. She loved the delicate mix of pain and pleasure from the spiked wheel.
After we had her squirming in pleasure and frustration, I knelt between her legs, pushed her thighs as far apart as the restraints allowed and snaked my tongue into her hot, wet mound. Her musky aroma and tangy sweetness juices were intoxicating. I dove in, burying my face in her wet mound and snaked my tongue deep into her folds. She squirmed and moaned as I threw myself into giving her the pleasure I'd been promising for months.
It was exhilarating for both of us. In just a few minutes, she was trembling and moaning. I pulled back and licked gently at her clit, just to tease her a little more.
“Ohhhh no please. Make me cum, make me cum, please make me fucking CUM!” she moaned. I lowered my head, slid two fingers deep into her tight pussy, sucked her clit into my mouth, and gave her an intense tongue-lashing. She exploded under me, convulsing and grunting out obscenities.
I let her relax for a few minutes and slowly removed my fingers, and crawled up to lie above her. I presented my fingers and she dutifully licked and sucked them clean. Then I kissed her deeply. She moaned softly enjoying the flavor of her cream on my lips.
Lllly had been uncharacteristically patient, so I moved aside and let her have a turn. She kissed and licked her way down Abbie's neck and shoulders. She paused a while to fondle and squeeze Abbie's tits, then continued sliding toward her obsession, keeping her eyes fixed on those of our lovely captive. When she reached her target, she emitted a feral growl and descended on Abbie's helpless pussy. She attacked her target licking and sucking voraciously on Abbie's clit. It took a bit longer for the second wave, but eventually Abbie succumbed to Lilly's hunger. She thrashed in her bonds as her body was wracked with exquisite convulsions.
We let our blissful guest recover quietly for a few minutes. Then I knelt next to her face and presented my long hard brown cock. It throbbed just inches from her lovely face. The sight of it sent something wild surging through my wife and she clambered to the other side of Abbie's face, reached over and grabbed my cock with one hand. With the other she grabbed Abbie by the hair and shoved her head forward.
Abbie obeyed the unspoken command and opened wide. I had waited months for this moment, but it was made even sweeter by my wife's helping hand and the knowledge that she was almost as excited as I was.I thrust my hips forward and pushed my dick deep into Abbie's mouth. She did her best, working her tongue around my shaft and sucking greedily.
“Abbie, that's fucking awesome. You are a first-class cock-sucker.” She moaned in appreciation of my compliment and sucked harder. I placed a hand on her throat and fucked her mouth deeper and faster, feeling the erotic energy rushing through me like an electric current. I reached across and pulled Lilly toward me and we shared a passionate kiss while I fucked Abbie's face.
An image flashed in my mind and I remembered one of the other toys we'd bought for the occasion. I broke off the kiss and went to our duffle bag and pulled out the black leather collar.
“We picked this up just for you.” I said as I knelt on the bed and presented to Abbie.
“Mmm that looks lovely.” she purred. I told Lilly to untie her while I fastened the wide black leather slave collar around her neck. Then I pulled the leash taught and backed off of the bed, compelling her to follow. She gave me a mischievous grin and backed away hard and for a moment, I dropped the leash. She giggled and smirked at me.
“Come here, you little brat!” I growled playfully. I grabbed it again, wrapped it around my fist pulled her f0rcibly to me, and dragged her off of the bed. “This naughty bitch needs to be put in her place.” She ended up on her knees in front of me. I used the leash to pull her face forward and she instinctively opened her mouth to receive my proud offering.
“Yeah, that's better. That's a good little cock-sucker. Take that fucking cock, you greedy whore.” I fucked her mouth in earnest with one hand on the leash and the other in her thick dark wavy hair. There are few thrills in life more visceral than face-fucking a pretty submissive woman. But the one that tops it was about to follow.
Lilly slid off the bed and crawled over to kneel next to Abbie. She began caressing her tits and ass, running her hands all over her naked body, drinking in the sexually charged air. I looked down at her and smiled.
“No sense in wasting that second pair of lips. Get down there and lick my balls you sexy bitch.” I released Abbie's hair and pulled Lilly in. She dropped lower and I raised one leg to give her access. She began licking all around my balls while Abbie sucked my cock. Time stood still as I drank in the delicious sensations. Lilly's tongue swirling around my sack, her fingers caressing my ass, her hair brushing my thighs, Abbie's hot wet mouth engulfing most of my cock and sucking for all she was worth.
That, ladies and gentleman, is paradise. Nothing makes a man feel more like a sultan than having two gorgeous women worshiping his cock. I drank in the sights, sounds, and sensations. I looked up and gave silent thanks to God in Heaven, then looked down beaming at my two devoted sluts.
The women took over, sharing my cock back and forth taking turns sucking the head and licking my balls. Then the positioned themselves facing each other and slid their lips along my cock from the base to the head. When they reached the top, they slid into a wet kiss with their tongues teasing each other around the head of my cock. I grabbed a handful of hair in each hand and started pumping, sliding my cock between their lips.
Being face to face on the same level must have irked Lilly's dominant streak. She disengaged and grabbed my cock again, then resumed what she's started on the bed, using Abbie's thick dark hair to push her head forward forcing my meat deep into her mouth again and again.
“Oh, Fuck, Honey!” I gasped. “If you keep that up, you're gonna make me cum in her mouth. Lilly released Abbie's hair, but Abbie just sat back on her haunches, closed her mouth, looked up at me and smiled sweetly.
Invitation accepted. I planted my feet, positioned my throbbing cock in front of her lovely face and jerked it until the pleasure tsunami rolled through my loins and pushed a pearly white storm surge onto her face. It had been a while since my last orgasm. That plus the intensity of everything that had come before produced one of the most copious ejaculations in recent memory. I anointed her lips, cheeks and chin generously.
I reached down and slowly slid my fingers into Lilly's hair, closed my fist, and push her face towards Abbie.
“Clean her up, Honey.” It was a bit of a gamble. I'd never asked my wife to lick my cum from another woman's face and I thought she might object. Instead, she breathed out that feral growl again, and snaked her tongue forward to lick, slurp, and suck the thick briney load from Abbie's face. Knowing I was enjoying the scene, she took her time, slowly dragging her tongue around Abbie's face until most of my deposit has been reclaimed by my wife. Then she used two fingers to wipe the remnant clean. She sucked her fingers clean, gulped it all down, and said, “Mine”.
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That memory always sends me over the edge. I lift my hips skyward and let it go, rolling in spasms. I cum almost as hard now by my own hand as I did then. Exhilaration, pleasure...pain as my back muscles spasm. Warmth splatters on to my chest and cools as it rolls off my ribs. The final pulses lubricate my cock as it pools on my thumb and fingers.
Stillness, deep breathing, silence. Long quiet moment pass. Loneliness settles over me like a shroud.
Once again, I'm left alone with my thoughts. My mind moves unbidden to what happened next.
As I stood over Abbie, enthralled with the moment and I said, “Oh, B@by, that was fucking awesome.”
“B@by? What's wrong with my real name?” She wasn't teasing. She was genuinely peeved.
One word, uttered in the heat of the moment violated the 'no pet names' boundary and wrecked a nascent relationship.
No, that was another taboo word. Untold evil has been done in the name of relationships.
Wrecked a promising connection. We talked, we argued, I explained. I presented my case with sincerity and passion. Too much passion apparently. My slip had revealed my infatuation with her, and I was undone. My fawn turned, bounded off into the brush and disappeared from my life.
So it is that I lie here in silence while my beautiful, sexy slut wife wakes up next to another man. And I wonder who will fill this void. Who will be the next hungry, submissive, or seductive woman to look at me with eyes glazed with desire and drop to her knees. Whose will be the next pretty face to part her lips and give me the most intimate of kisses? Who will be the next woman, girl, or gurl to open wide, suck my rigid flesh deep into her mouth, and steal my heart?
This is a hybrid between a story and a blog article. It started as a journal entry, then took on a life of its own. There are three or four vignettes based on musings on my life as a polyamorous husband. The segments are a mixture of memories of real experiences, utter fantasies, and enhanced experiences. I guess I have to credit or blame DizzyD247 for this as some of his best stories are also based on autobiographical events.
Anyway, as I worked on it, the first vignette needed to be fleshed out. Once I did that, it got too big to publish the whole thing at once, so I'm publishing it in sections. Parts One, Two, and Three have been published. Part Four is below. This is where it ends for now, but there may be some stories published later as 'spinoffs' from these tales and memories.
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Remembering that wild night at The Marble Door reminds me of some of the kinkier experiences Lilly and I have enjoyed since opening up our marriage. As I noted above there seems to be a big cross-section between polyamory and kink; BDSM specifically. I've opined about this in Facebook groups and started several discussions. There is some dissent, but from where I see it, most polyamorous women tend to be into power exchange. They're dominant or submissive. The ones who respond to me tend to be submissive. Maybe they're looking, consciously or subconsciously for a dominant black man with a bbc to put them in their places or fulfill some old taboo Mandingo flavored fantasy. I don't know why they're drawn to me, but drawn they are.
The kinkiest of these would have to be Abbie. God, I'd love to have her here right now throating my cock. Abbie's the most submissive, sluttiest woman I've ever met. We met on OKCupid and hit it off pretty quickly. Our first conversation on Cupid had begun with her assertion that all she really wanted was to find someone who would eat her pussy. Since my passion for oral sex isn't limited to receiving, I enthusiastically volunteered and the spark was ignited. She's pretty, sophisticated and sexy. She was an avid reader and we swapped book recommendations and read each other's suggested novels. She favored the classics and introduced me to Edith Wharton.
She had a great sense of humor and a razor-sharp wit. She's a lovely brunette with thick, long, wavy hair, a somewhat square, broad face and delicate features. She stood about 5' 4”- taller in her favorite “come fuck me” heels. She was blessed with a curvaceous figure and wore a few extra pounds that invite lovers to grab a hold of her in all the fun places. As I said, we hit if off pretty quickly. Then came the turbulence.
Abbie is...different. She's a prickly, self-described sociopath who calls herself polyamorous, but won't even use the word relationship.
“Don't ever use that word with me!" She demanded in her high nasal voice. "Untold evil has been perpetrated in the name of relationships”.
“Noted. How about, uh... 'connection?” I countered.
“Connection works. I'm all about connecting. Especially if you want to connect flange P in slot V”.
Physical and sexual intimacy were okay, emotional intimacy, unthinkable. She uses her full name on social dating sites, but wouldn't give me her phone number or email address. You can call her anything you want in bed, but if you so much as use a pet name in normal conversation, you'll incur her wrath.
“Hello sweetheart, how was your day” I blundered one fine spring evening.
“I'm not your sweetheart. What's wrong with my real name?” she replied tersely.
“Nothing! Abigail is a fine name. It has a nice literary ring to it.”
“Then please use it. I despise pet names.”
You can call her a fucking whore with your dick buried in her mouth, but don't dare call her 'sweetheart'.
When we first started chatting, she said she was very busy and couldn't be available on Friday evenings, or Sundays. Then she promptly started texting me for long conversations on Friday evenings and Sundays. After a few weeks of this, I was infatuated. Unfortunately, I told her so.
“Oh no, don't say that. Don't do that.”
“Do what?”
“Go all mushy on me. If I think you're falling in love with me, I'll disappear like a fawn in the woods.”
To say dating Abbie was a challenge is a gross understatement.
She was equal parts maddening, intriguing, and beguiling. She also happens to be bisexual. So it was that, after several months of missed connections and missed signals, we finally ended up with a date in a downtown Dallas hotel room. The date happened by accident. Lilly had reserved a room for one of her partners who was flying in from Chicago. His travel plans got screwed up a week before hand, so we had an opportunity for a downtown play date. We made a short list of women we'd like to invite for an evening of MFF debauchery and Abbie was at the top. I called her and invited her to join us. She gave me hell for a half hour.
“What do you mean, I was on a list? Why would you even think of anyone else? I'm crushed!”
After I smoothed her ruffled feathers, we made plans for the evening and decided to fulfill one of the fantasies we'd been talking about. She wanted to be tied, spread-eagle to a bed while people took turns going down on her, using her mouth, her pussy, whatever. Lilly and I agreed and bought a bed tie-down kit and a few other toys in preparation for the evening.
That evening we checked in to our room and met Abbie downstairs in the hotel bar. When we walked in, there were a few men in the bar. Their eyes were fixed on Abbie sitting alone at a table right in the middle of the small dining area. She wore a black dress with a plunging neckline and no bra. With that figure in that dress, she looked like a woman hungry for attention, and she was getting lots of it.
Until Lilly and I walked in. Then the poor slobs at the bar didn't know where to look. Lilly was dressed in an equally provocative purple cocktail dress with an open back showing off her deep tan and athletic figure. The tight fit of the dress accentuated her broad hips and sexy ass. All eyes were on us as we joined Abbie at the table.
I must say I was in horny guy paradise. In the company of two gorgeous bisexual, slutty women intent on seduction and submission. As things go when awesome women meet, conversation got started and Lilly and Abbie's connection was instantaneous.
I started the conversation with the gratuitous but genuine compliment.
“Good evening Abbie. You look absolutely stunning in that dress.”
“Thank you,” she replied with her usual musical lilt in her high nasal voice. “It's my wedding dress.”
“That's your wedding dress? You've gotta be k**ding me!”
“Nope. We got married at Niagara Falls, on a sunny afternoon. My husband was dressed in black too. It was an...unorthodox ceremony presided over by a High Priest of The Church of All Worlds.”
“What did your f@mily think?” I asked. “I'll bet that freaked them out.”
“Wellll, it would have, if they had known about it. We eloped. Neither one of us wanted to deal with my crazy-ass M0ther.”
“Yeah, you told me about her", I replied. "You described her as a Narcissistic addict, as I recall.”
“Yeah, she was a handful. She could be a grade A bitch. And that was when she was in a good mood.”
“Ohhh, I'm sorry honey”, Lilly whined in sympathy, as she leaned across the table and clasped Abbie's hands. “I know what's that's like. My father was an ogre. He had a violent, unpredictable temper. We walked on eggshells all the time waiting for the next explosion.”
Abbie, not being one for pity brushed off the sentiment, but kept hold of Lilly's hand and started diddling her fingers.
“It's okay, we put lots of distance between her and us. It was a beautiful ceremony.”
Drawn into yet another quirk of Abbie's life, I pressed for more details. “So what did she do when she found out about the wedding; the marriage, I mean?”
“She didn't. Well, eventually. But nobody knew we were married for at least ten years.”
“What? Neither of your parents knew you got married?”
“Nobody in my whole f@mily!” she stressed. She seemed proud of that somehow, as if she was in a who's life is more fucked up competition and had just won the Grand Prize. Lilly conceded the victory and pressed her for clarity.
“Wow, and I thought my f@mily was bad. So...you were married for ten years and no one in your f@mily knew about your husband?”
“Oh, they knew about him. They just didn't know he was my husband. It was better that way. Simpler.”
Lilly was now fondling Abbie's hand in return as the bonding continued. “What was he like? Was he kind and supportive like my Bart? Your knight in shining armor?”
Abbie burst into raucous laughter. “Fuck no! He was a narcissistic addict too! And a mean-ass dom. Why do you think we both wore black on our wedding day? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a smart-ass. It's just the thought of him as anybody's knight in shining armor. That's the most absurd thing I've heard all day.”
“So...you married your M0ther.” Lilly cooed. “That happens to a lot of people. I was lucky enough to do the opposite.”
“Yeah, I guess I did. Except M0ther never tied me up and fucked me. He was a narcissistic d**g-addicted asshole, but he had his good points.” That got laughter all around. When the chuckling died down, Abbie continued, in a less conversational tone.
“Which reminds me... Isn't somebody supposed to be tying me to a bed somewhere this evening?”
“I thought you'd never ask” I quipped with a smile. “In fact, your chamber of tantalizing torment awaits. You will be bound, flogged, abused, and licked until you are beside yourself with pleasure.”
“Oh, goody, I can hardly wait! Just let me get a smoke first. Then you can take me upstairs and have your way with me, good Sir Knight.”
I nodded. “As you wish milady.”
All eyes followed Abbie as she sauntered slowly across the room in her sexy black dress. Lilly and I finished our drinks, paid the tab, and joined her outside. We made nervous small talk as she finished her cigarette, then escorted her up to the room.
When we got in the room, we wasted little time. Lilly and I converged on poor Abbie and, in a rush of pent-up desire we began kissing and ******* her. We sandwiched her, with Lilly kissing her passionately and me standing behind our guest in my favorite position, reaching around her to grope her tits while I bit at her neck and shoulders. Lilly kind of went wild on Abbie and started peeling her dress off. In less than two minutes, we had her naked, breathless and very wet.
Lilly dropped to her knees to satisfy her insatiable pussy lust. Abbie leaned back against me as Lilly raised one of her thighs and dove in, kissing her mound and working her fingers into Abbie's naked wet lower lips. She gasped as Lilly penetrated her with two fingers and began finger-fucking her vigorously.
Lilly was at risk of getting lost in her favorite obsession. Just as she was about to send Abbie over the edge, I halted the action with a stern tug that wheeled Abbie away from my kneeling wife, and spun her towards the king size bed.
I pulled the covers back to reveal the tie-down straps. I pushed her forward and she tumbled onto the bed and rolled over on her back. She propped herself up on her elbows, looked at me defiantly and slowly spread her legs.
“I say again. Isn't somebody supposed to tie me down and do all sorts of lewd things to my helpless, naked body?”
I grinned and started toward her. I grabbed one of her ankles to secure it in the nearest strap and she pulled it back with a mischievous grin.
“I didn't say it was going to be easy, Bart. You're gonna have to take me. If you can.”
“You little brat.” I said with a grin. I grabbed her ankle again, muscled it into position, and secured it in the strap. Lilly bounded on to the bed, grabbed Abbie's opposite wrist, and with the gusto of a studio wrestler bound it in the tight leather strap. Abbie continued to put up a struggle, just for the fun of being physically subdued, but in moments we had her securely bound to the bed.
We took our time undressing while we discussed what to do with our new toy. We decided to tease her a while. We'd dug into our bag of goodies and chose a “Fifty Shades” spiked wheel, and a red feather boa. We took turns running them all over her naked body, teasing her. She loved the delicate mix of pain and pleasure from the spiked wheel.
After we had her squirming in pleasure and frustration, I knelt between her legs, pushed her thighs as far apart as the restraints allowed and snaked my tongue into her hot, wet mound. Her musky aroma and tangy sweetness juices were intoxicating. I dove in, burying my face in her wet mound and snaked my tongue deep into her folds. She squirmed and moaned as I threw myself into giving her the pleasure I'd been promising for months.
It was exhilarating for both of us. In just a few minutes, she was trembling and moaning. I pulled back and licked gently at her clit, just to tease her a little more.
“Ohhhh no please. Make me cum, make me cum, please make me fucking CUM!” she moaned. I lowered my head, slid two fingers deep into her tight pussy, sucked her clit into my mouth, and gave her an intense tongue-lashing. She exploded under me, convulsing and grunting out obscenities.
I let her relax for a few minutes and slowly removed my fingers, and crawled up to lie above her. I presented my fingers and she dutifully licked and sucked them clean. Then I kissed her deeply. She moaned softly enjoying the flavor of her cream on my lips.
Lllly had been uncharacteristically patient, so I moved aside and let her have a turn. She kissed and licked her way down Abbie's neck and shoulders. She paused a while to fondle and squeeze Abbie's tits, then continued sliding toward her obsession, keeping her eyes fixed on those of our lovely captive. When she reached her target, she emitted a feral growl and descended on Abbie's helpless pussy. She attacked her target licking and sucking voraciously on Abbie's clit. It took a bit longer for the second wave, but eventually Abbie succumbed to Lilly's hunger. She thrashed in her bonds as her body was wracked with exquisite convulsions.
We let our blissful guest recover quietly for a few minutes. Then I knelt next to her face and presented my long hard brown cock. It throbbed just inches from her lovely face. The sight of it sent something wild surging through my wife and she clambered to the other side of Abbie's face, reached over and grabbed my cock with one hand. With the other she grabbed Abbie by the hair and shoved her head forward.
Abbie obeyed the unspoken command and opened wide. I had waited months for this moment, but it was made even sweeter by my wife's helping hand and the knowledge that she was almost as excited as I was.I thrust my hips forward and pushed my dick deep into Abbie's mouth. She did her best, working her tongue around my shaft and sucking greedily.
“Abbie, that's fucking awesome. You are a first-class cock-sucker.” She moaned in appreciation of my compliment and sucked harder. I placed a hand on her throat and fucked her mouth deeper and faster, feeling the erotic energy rushing through me like an electric current. I reached across and pulled Lilly toward me and we shared a passionate kiss while I fucked Abbie's face.
An image flashed in my mind and I remembered one of the other toys we'd bought for the occasion. I broke off the kiss and went to our duffle bag and pulled out the black leather collar.
“We picked this up just for you.” I said as I knelt on the bed and presented to Abbie.
“Mmm that looks lovely.” she purred. I told Lilly to untie her while I fastened the wide black leather slave collar around her neck. Then I pulled the leash taught and backed off of the bed, compelling her to follow. She gave me a mischievous grin and backed away hard and for a moment, I dropped the leash. She giggled and smirked at me.
“Come here, you little brat!” I growled playfully. I grabbed it again, wrapped it around my fist pulled her f0rcibly to me, and dragged her off of the bed. “This naughty bitch needs to be put in her place.” She ended up on her knees in front of me. I used the leash to pull her face forward and she instinctively opened her mouth to receive my proud offering.
“Yeah, that's better. That's a good little cock-sucker. Take that fucking cock, you greedy whore.” I fucked her mouth in earnest with one hand on the leash and the other in her thick dark wavy hair. There are few thrills in life more visceral than face-fucking a pretty submissive woman. But the one that tops it was about to follow.
Lilly slid off the bed and crawled over to kneel next to Abbie. She began caressing her tits and ass, running her hands all over her naked body, drinking in the sexually charged air. I looked down at her and smiled.
“No sense in wasting that second pair of lips. Get down there and lick my balls you sexy bitch.” I released Abbie's hair and pulled Lilly in. She dropped lower and I raised one leg to give her access. She began licking all around my balls while Abbie sucked my cock. Time stood still as I drank in the delicious sensations. Lilly's tongue swirling around my sack, her fingers caressing my ass, her hair brushing my thighs, Abbie's hot wet mouth engulfing most of my cock and sucking for all she was worth.
That, ladies and gentleman, is paradise. Nothing makes a man feel more like a sultan than having two gorgeous women worshiping his cock. I drank in the sights, sounds, and sensations. I looked up and gave silent thanks to God in Heaven, then looked down beaming at my two devoted sluts.
The women took over, sharing my cock back and forth taking turns sucking the head and licking my balls. Then the positioned themselves facing each other and slid their lips along my cock from the base to the head. When they reached the top, they slid into a wet kiss with their tongues teasing each other around the head of my cock. I grabbed a handful of hair in each hand and started pumping, sliding my cock between their lips.
Being face to face on the same level must have irked Lilly's dominant streak. She disengaged and grabbed my cock again, then resumed what she's started on the bed, using Abbie's thick dark hair to push her head forward forcing my meat deep into her mouth again and again.
“Oh, Fuck, Honey!” I gasped. “If you keep that up, you're gonna make me cum in her mouth. Lilly released Abbie's hair, but Abbie just sat back on her haunches, closed her mouth, looked up at me and smiled sweetly.
Invitation accepted. I planted my feet, positioned my throbbing cock in front of her lovely face and jerked it until the pleasure tsunami rolled through my loins and pushed a pearly white storm surge onto her face. It had been a while since my last orgasm. That plus the intensity of everything that had come before produced one of the most copious ejaculations in recent memory. I anointed her lips, cheeks and chin generously.
I reached down and slowly slid my fingers into Lilly's hair, closed my fist, and push her face towards Abbie.
“Clean her up, Honey.” It was a bit of a gamble. I'd never asked my wife to lick my cum from another woman's face and I thought she might object. Instead, she breathed out that feral growl again, and snaked her tongue forward to lick, slurp, and suck the thick briney load from Abbie's face. Knowing I was enjoying the scene, she took her time, slowly dragging her tongue around Abbie's face until most of my deposit has been reclaimed by my wife. Then she used two fingers to wipe the remnant clean. She sucked her fingers clean, gulped it all down, and said, “Mine”.
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That memory always sends me over the edge. I lift my hips skyward and let it go, rolling in spasms. I cum almost as hard now by my own hand as I did then. Exhilaration, pleasure...pain as my back muscles spasm. Warmth splatters on to my chest and cools as it rolls off my ribs. The final pulses lubricate my cock as it pools on my thumb and fingers.
Stillness, deep breathing, silence. Long quiet moment pass. Loneliness settles over me like a shroud.
Once again, I'm left alone with my thoughts. My mind moves unbidden to what happened next.
As I stood over Abbie, enthralled with the moment and I said, “Oh, B@by, that was fucking awesome.”
“B@by? What's wrong with my real name?” She wasn't teasing. She was genuinely peeved.
One word, uttered in the heat of the moment violated the 'no pet names' boundary and wrecked a nascent relationship.
No, that was another taboo word. Untold evil has been done in the name of relationships.
Wrecked a promising connection. We talked, we argued, I explained. I presented my case with sincerity and passion. Too much passion apparently. My slip had revealed my infatuation with her, and I was undone. My fawn turned, bounded off into the brush and disappeared from my life.
So it is that I lie here in silence while my beautiful, sexy slut wife wakes up next to another man. And I wonder who will fill this void. Who will be the next hungry, submissive, or seductive woman to look at me with eyes glazed with desire and drop to her knees. Whose will be the next pretty face to part her lips and give me the most intimate of kisses? Who will be the next woman, girl, or gurl to open wide, suck my rigid flesh deep into her mouth, and steal my heart?
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