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‘High’ Jacking By Lisa Rains

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It’s been more than three years and to this day I’ll never know what came over me on that red-eye flight back to Baltimore. I’ve never done anything like it before or since. I’m not that kind of woman (or at least I didn’t think I was). Sometimes it seems like I just dreamed it.

But I can’t forget the exhilarating, sweeping sense of power and erotic ecstasy it gave me handling that handsome stranger’s huge cock — and the dirty fun of sharing him with the flight attendant. My God! I’m cringing and blushing just writing this. It’s both the most shameful and most thrilling experience I ever had.

What made me do it? Who knows? Maybe it was the fact that my husband Bill and I had been bickering during that whole week-long vacation to Seattle. It was supposed to be a romantic getaway. I had looked forward to lots of long nights of hot sex. But instead, we fought the whole time. By the time we were ready to board the midnight flight I was feeling two very dangerous emotions: extreme sexual frustration and the angry urge to get back at Bill somehow.

We were both sulking by the time the flight was called, standing away from each other. I was about seven people behind him in the very short boarding line. I could see it was going to be a pretty empty flight. There were only about 20 of us on a plane that held more than 100 people.

I’m not sure what made me drop my purse. I guess part of it was simple sleep-deprived clumsiness. I was not only angry and frustrated that night, I was also tired. The past few nights had been spent in those bitter, exhausting arguments that go nowhere. So I was in a bit of a fog as I watched my husband board ahead of me. I reached in my purse to get my boarding pass and it slid off my shoulder and fell to the floor, some of its contents spilling out. I started to bend down to pick it up. But before I got the chance, I felt a reassuring hand on my shoulder gently compelling me to remain upright.

Out of nowhere, a powerfully built man in a sleeveless T shirt and ragged gray sweat pants had stepped up from behind me in line and was kneeling before me, picking up my lipstick, my compact, my keys and my wallet; placing them back in my purse.

I hadn’t noticed him before and still couldn’t see his face. But it was pretty clear he worked out regularly. Under his backpack, his back and shoulders were broad, and his arms were well toned. Not an ounce of fat on him. His body was firm and fit without that gym-rat, overkill, body-builder muscularity. I remember thinking, albeit subconsciously, “Hmm, where was this guy when I was single?” It was just innocent musing; a vague fantasy — I thought.

But when he’d refilled my purse and rose to hand it to me, I felt something overwhelming happen. It was something I hadn’t felt in years — with Bill or anyone else: Instant, full-out arousal. He had an incredibly gentle, yet masculine face; clear blue eyes, bright teeth. But it was more than just good looks. It was his smile that got me. He was flashing me a broad grin brimming with overconfident sexual innuendo. No. More than “innuendo,” more than “overconfident.” That smile can only be described as arrogant. I think that’s what lit me up: The disarming boldness of it. He was standing less than two feet away, smiling at me as though . . . (How can I put this?) . . . as though he owned me, as though he were claiming me with his eyes. He looked deep into me and held the look for a length of time that should have felt rude. But instead of feeling violated and angry, I was suddenly on fire. I could actually feel my face flush, my pussy dampen and my nipples harden. And just as I became aware of the last-named sensation, I saw him drop his eyes to my tits and nod approvingly, his smile becoming even broader.

“Uh…Th — thank you,” I said, taking the purse from him. My hands were actually trembling. I found it hard to catch my breath. Jesus, I thought, what the fuck is this?

After what seemed like an eternity, he “released” me. (Yes that’s what it felt like, as if he were releasing me from his spell.) He shifted his backpack and moved farther back in the line where he’d presumably come from.

I recovered somewhat, presented my boarding pass and started moving down the gangway. By the time I reached the entrance to the plane, I had almost put it behind me. My mind returned to my anger at my husband. Our boarding passes said Row 17 B and C. And as I moved in, I noticed Bill was sitting in his assigned seat (the middle one). But I decided to be spiteful and moved all the way back to Row 22 — the last row. I took the window seat, sat back and closed my eyes a moment feeling that “guess-I-showed-you” sense of victory. I was almost asleep when I heard a woman’s voice asking, “Can I get you a pillow and blanket?”

I opened my eyes to see a lovely playful-looking blond flight attendant smiling at me. “Yes,” I said. “That would be nice.”

“All by yourself?” she asked.

For some baffling reason, I answered truthfully. “I’m flying with my husband,” I said, “but we’re having some marital problems. I’d rather sit by myself if it’s okay. He’s up there in Row 17. If this seat is assigned, I’ll move somewhere else. Is that cool?”

The attendant, whose name tag identified her as “Leah,” gave me a conspiratorial smile and said, “Sure, no problem.”

Then she handed me the blanket and pillow and added. “I’ve been there, done that. Sometimes we have to teach our guys how we need to be treated. You give him this nice long six-hour flight to wonder and long for you and he’ll be eating out of your hand by the time you get to Baltimore.” She turned her eyes toward the front of the plane and her smile broadened, “Wow, looks like you may have some nice diverting company tonight.”

I looked where she was looking and felt my heart start pounding. There was the sexy stranger who had picked up my purse and set me momentarily on fire, making his way toward the back of the plane.

“Mmm,” Leah said. “What a hunk! Now that’s a ‘man vacation’ I wouldn’t mind taking.”

“A what?” I asked.

“Oh it’s just an expression, something that has helped me stay married for six years. Every now and then I have to take a little break from the monotony and enjoy some… well let’s call it ‘new scenery’. I love my husband, but a gal has to ‘get away’ now and then to keep her sanity. Don’t you think?”

I’m not sure what I would have said, but before I could answer, Leah had stepped back, ceding room to the man who had stopped at the aisle seat in my row.

And as he hoisted his backpack up to the luggage compartment, I noticed something stunning, something that took my breath away and gave me an even stronger wave of gooseflesh than I’d felt back in the line: As he stretched his arms up and stood on his toes to tuck the backpack into the overhead, the front of his sweatpants tightened against him. And there, pushing against that stretchy gray wool was a bulge so big as to seem not even real. That couldn’t be all him, I thought. Not only was it huge, it was rock hard and pressing relentlessly against the crotch of those sweatpants. My heavens, I thought, I could hang my entire wardrobe on that thing if I could find big enough hanger handles.

It was so fascinating I couldn’t stop looking and to my utter mortification, he caught me staring! Again he smiled at me as though he owned me. I turned my red face to the window, trying not to hyperventilate and he sat down right beside me — not in the aisle seat, but in the middle seat.

He didn’t actually touch me but I could feel his nearness on the nerves of my skin. My flesh felt hot, and again I could sense a hardness in my nipples and dampness in my pussy.

I kept turned away hoping I would calm down as a disembodied voice through the speakers went through the emergency procedures.

And then, mercifully, we were airborne.

I continued to fake sleep until I heard the sound of slow, heavy breathing beside me. Finally, I worked up the nerve to look over and saw that his eyes were closed. His head was tilted back in the seat and he appeared to be sleeping. His face was calm and peaceful, just as attractive as I remembered from moments ago. The muscles of his arms, chest and stomach were still smooth and tight, even in the relaxed state of sleep.

At last, I summoned the courage to look again at the bulge in his lap and sure enough, I hadn’t hallucinated it. It was even more obvious as he sat snoozing, legs apart pelvis hunched forward. It was enormous, standing up strong and hard, making a pronounced “tent” in the crotch of his sweatpants. And this time, because the seat bottom was taking up some of the slack in the fabric of his sweats, I could see the clear impression of the fullness of his balls. They looked so wonderfully “bounce-able.” I started wondering (absentmindedly of course) if it would wake him up if I were to reach down and feel them, ever-so-briefly, in the palm of my hand.

There was no one in the set of seats in front of me or the ones across the aisle. The closest passenger to me was an elderly man in the window seat two rows ahead and across the aisle. So I was virtually alone with this compelling stranger. My heart was pounding harder by the minute. I had never been unfaithful to Bill, even in our rockiest times. I’d always thought of myself as monogamous. So I was at once scared and titillated by the realization that this man — this total stranger (even sound asleep) — was filling me with off-the-charts excitement. Had these longings been building inside me without my realizing it? Or did his nearness just create them all of a sudden? Either way, there was no denying that I was feeling like a very naughty girl.

My reverie was broken as I became aware of Leah coming down the aisle from the back with a drink cart. “How are you doing?” she whispered, grinning at me. This time I could see more of the wild beauty in her face. She was pretty obviously a fun-lover and far more at home with her naughtiness than I was with mine. “You want a cocktail?”

“No thanks,” I said wrapping the blanket around me. I didn’t want to risk taking a drink in the strange mood I was in. I was already feeling a wild craziness building in me.

Leah looked at the face of the man beside me. “I guess I’ll let him sleep he’s out like a light and . . .” And I saw her eyes fall to the amazing prominence between his legs. “Oh My Gracious!” she whispered, her eyes widening with undisguised delight. “Can you believe that?”

I blushed a little, embarrassed. But it would have been phony to pretend I was immune and indifferent to what was so clearly intriguing both of us. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?” I whispered.

“Do you think it’s really all him?” she asked? “Or did he get past security carrying a doorknob attached to the handle of a sledgehammer?” We both giggled, as quietly as we could so as not to wake him. “Oh man,” Leah said, “Wouldn’t you love to take it out and play with it?”

I pretended to be shocked. “Of course not,” I lied. “I’m a married woman.”

“Oh come on,” Leah whispered. “This qualifies as a special circumstance. I mean husbands are wonderful. But sometimes the laws of nature take precedence over marriage vows. He obviously likes you. He came back here and sat right down in the seat beside you. I’m assigning you to be the researcher here. You know we’re both dying to see it and handle it. And since you’re the one he likes, you have to be the one to do it.” She smiled and her eyes were lit like a little girl amazed and curious and shamelessly honest. Right then and there, I decided I trusted her. We were partners in crime. Two married women whose husbands were, for the time being, the last things on our minds.

“You’re crazy,” I said. “I don’t do that sort of thing. Besides, even if he wanted to . . . umm. ‘get into something,’ with me, people come down this aisle to get to the restrooms.”

Leah laughed again. “You’re such a naïve innocent,” she said. “That’s why the airlines provide blankets. You can use it to cover him up. Do I have to tell you everything?”

I shook my head, “Oh I can’t believe I even brought up the subject of logistics. I’m a married woman I can’t even let my mind work this way.”

Leah made a face at me and stuck out here tongue. “Spoil sport!” she said, and after taking one last longing look at the imprint of his big dick, she started to push the cart farther down the hall. But then she stopped again and turned back. “Okay,” she whispered, “But here’s the deal: If you DO allow yourself to give in to temptation, you have to make him show it to me, okay? I mean I’ll cover for you, but you have to include me in the action, okay?”

“I’m not going to…” I started.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said. “But if you DO, promise me you’ll let me see it and maybe play with it a little with you. I’m burning up with curiosity.”

“Okay, okay,” I laughed quietly. “I promise. Now get away and let me sleep.” I said it just to get her off my back.

When she left, my heart began to slow down a little. I turned my face back to the window and thought it through logically. I had punished Bill by sitting back here away from him. He would want me like crazy by the time we arrived in Baltimore. We would make up later and we would have some good, fiery reconciliation sex. I would fantasize about this stud as Bill fucked me and it would be out of my system.

I smiled to myself as I drifted off to sleep, thinking that was the end of it.

– – – – – – – – –

I don’t know how much time went by. I was in a deep sleep, still turned on my left side and facing the window, when I felt something. I began to stir a little and realized someone was stroking me, moving his hand smooth and slow from my right shoulder, down my right arm, over my belly and down to the inside of my right thigh. A little alarm was going off in me telling me I should be outraged and put and immediate stop to it. But I was still half asleep and it felt so-oo good. It felt like just what I needed. Somehow, I was powerless to move.

Then I could feel his warm breath on the side of my face as he moved his hand in wider circles and kept it more focused on my inner thigh. Again, I knew I should sit up abruptly and say, “Hey cool, it buster, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” But he was touching me with such overwhelming confidence. I just couldn’t will myself to stir from the state of sleepy eroticism that was pouring through me and warming me. “Wha — What are you doing?” I murmured. It came out more like a sigh.

“Shhh,” he said, and he began kissing the side of my face, tenderly but with real authority. There’s a certain spot, under my ear where my jaw meets my neck. I call it my “secret spot.” I love when Bill kisses me there. Nothing gets me more aroused. But he hadn’t bothered to kiss me there in a long time. How did this total stranger know I liked it?

“What are you doing?” I asked again, but with even less conviction than the first time.

“Shhh,” he repeated and he turned me toward him. When my face was just inches from his, he smiled, stroked my face and kissed me full on the mouth. It felt heavenly. His breath was fresh and sweet. I wondered about mine but he set me at ease by saying “Mmm, you kiss great.” And he kissed me again.

I felt a rush of heat roll through me and I kissed him back, hard and passionately. I heard him sigh and moan a little. “Yeah, that’s good,” he said. “Hold still.” And with that he moved away slightly, lifted the arm of the seat up and slid it into the slot and out of our way. He covered us both with the blanket and began kissing me again.

And again I kissed him back with all my might. I was tingling all over.

I was wearing a bulky sweater over a T shirt and no bra. He slid his hands underneath and began to rub my breasts, taking his time, spending long moments on one, then moving to the other. I have always felt a little self-conscious about my tits. They’re small and I know Bill wishes they were bigger.

But this stranger was handling them so expertly and with such deep enjoyment, he made me feel proud of them. “Umm,” he said. “They’re so pert and lovely. They feel so great in my hands. Let me taste them.” It was way more of a statement than a request.

I closed my eyes and shivered at his words. “Okay,” I heard my own voice whisper softly. I felt so wild and nasty.

His head disappeared under the blanket and I felt him take my right breast into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the nipple, then teasingly moved his mouth up to the area above the nipple, then below, then back to the nipple again. He moved to the left one and gave it little nibbling kisses that sent thrilling shockwaves all through my body.

He alternated between them, making me feel like a queen as I kept watch for people coming up the aisle.

I’m not sure exactly when he got my belt undone and slid my jeans and panties down (I was in another world). But at some point I realized they were around my ankles and he was sliding the side of his right index finger back and forth over my clit. My knees were wide apart and I was gushing juice.

It was a long time before he actually put his fingers inside me. It’s hard to explain, but it was like he was being a “gentleman” if that makes any sense. I mean by this time I know he knew he had me. I was like warm Jell-O in his hands. But still he was extending something like “good manners” to me, waiting a nice long while before finger-fucking me.

When he finally did get to it, I was completely out of my mind. He put two fingers in and slid them in and out, each time making sure to come all the way up to stimulate my clit.

Several times, people came up the aisle to the restroom. When they did, we kept the blanket over us and pretended to be sound asleep. No one passing by could tell we were even touching, much less that he had his fingers deep in my sopping wet pussy.

When they went back to their seats, he resumed the finger-fucking, all the while kissing my neck and squeezing me, with passion but not too hard, with his left arm.

At one point, I couldn’t resist anymore, the combination of sheer curiosity, intrigue and the powerful desire to please him overcame me and I reached down to his lap and put my hand on that humongous baseball bat of his straining against his sweatpants.

By this time I was so sex-drunk that I had no inhibitions left. I heard the words coming from my lips but couldn’t believe it was me saying them. I was absolutely crazy. “Take these pants down,” I moaned softly into his ear. “Let me get my hands on this big bare prick.”

In the dim light, I could see him smile with pride. He was making me a crazy cock-craving whore and he loved it. He lifted his sexy as up off the seat and undid the bow of the drawstring. Then he slid his sweatpants down to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing underpants. (Somehow it was the perfect, nasty touch.) No one was nearby so we moved the blanket away and I finally feasted my eyes on that gigantic dick.

Whoa! I almost fainted at the sight of it. Not only was it the hugest cock I’d ever seen (a terrible understatement), it was also the hardest. I just sat there looking for a few minutes before I even touched it. It looked so beautiful! A crystal pearl of precum glistened on the tip. And his balls were amazing too. So powerful looking.

Finally, I couldn’t resist any longer. I reached down with my left hand and started jacking him. At first I was a little intimidated and overwhelmed by the size of it. But soon, I was really going to town. I jacked him faster and faster, keeping my palm toward the top of his dick, just under the head, where I knew all the feeling was. “Yeah, yeah, perfect,” he said. “Just like that.”

Now and then I would tease him, slowing down and pretending I was going to stop jacking him. Of course it was all in fun (no way I had the willpower to stop now). But he didn’t let me get away with it. “No, no, no, no. Don’t stop!” he whispered. “If you slow down I’m going to take you over my lap right here in this seat and spank your ass so hard, people in first class will hear you crying!”

We both laughed, but I sure quickened the pace again.

Oh, man! It made me so giddy. The sound of him urging me to continue the pleasure I was giving him, coupled with his thrusts up and down in rhythm with my strokes gave me a heady sense of power. I was working his enormous dick and controlling his pleasure with my hand! It was all like some strange drug, taking me right out of my mind.

And I loved the way his fantastic balls moved up and down in time with my jacking. His sack was tight around them, holding them firm, the imprint of them clear and hard. It looked like he had two golf balls in there. Now and then I would change hands and jack his big dick with my right hand so I could bounce those beauties with my left.

I still don’t know what there was about this man that made me unable to resist him, but it felt great to know I had the power to thrill him as long as I had this colossal cock in my hands.

“God I love this amazing dick. How am I doing?” I whispered in his ear, fishing for compliments. (I knew I was doing great!)

He just moaned and grinned wider.

I figured this was the time to bring up the subject of Leah. He was getting bigger and harder by the minute and he was gushing gallons of precum. I took some of it on my hand and used it to lube the shaft of that enormous rod of his and asked him: “Would you… um, would you mind if I showed off a little?”

“Huh?” he asked.

“You see that lovely flight attendant? Leah? Well we were talking about you before you woke up and she told me she would help cover for us if I would let her see your dick and watch me jack it.”

A huge grin covered his face. “Oh yeah!” he said.

“I though you’d agree,” I whispered. I reached up and pressed the stewardess call button on the panel above me. Then, just to play up the mystery, I covered both our laps with the blanket.

Instantly I saw Leah moving eagerly up the aisle toward us. She stood smiling in the aisle looking down at us, a huge nasty smile on her face. “I thought you rang for me,” she said, loud enough for some of the passengers to hear. “But it looks as though you have matters well in hand.”

“See for yourself,” I whispered. And with that, I pulled the blanket off both of us like I was opening a stage curtain, exposing that wondrous cock, and incidentally, my bare wet pussy. (By this time both his sweatpants and my jeans were totally off. We had long since worked our feet out of the pantlegs and were nude from the waist down.

Leah’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Her hand flew to her mouth in amazement. “Oh my God! Look at it!” she said.

“Oh I have been,” I said, gloating. “And jacking it and bouncing his balls for good measure.”

“Oh man it’s ‘good measure’ all right. And look at all that precum. Looks as though you’ve been doing a pretty good job on him.”

“I haven’t heard him complain,” I laughed.

It was then that she noticed my pants and underpants were off and that my cunt was bare and sopping wet. “And look at you,” she said. “The airline will bill you to get those pussy-juice stains out of the seat. I bet he’s been priming you like mad.”

“Oh yes,” I said. “He definitely knows his way around a woman’s pussy.”

Her eyes turned back to his cock again and, looking down the aisle to make sure no one was coming, she sat quickly down in the seat beside him. “I have GOT to get a better look at this amazing prick,” she said. “Let me see you work him.”

And I obeyed, wholeheartedly. I jacked him with renewed vigor, pumping my forearm up and down, sliding my hand from the bottom of the shaft (the heel of my hand touching the top of his balls) all the way up to the head of his penis, gathering precum to smear over him to “grease” the strokes.

“Wow,” Leah said, truly impressed. “You are really really good at that. It looks like you’ve been jacking him all your life.”

“I’m inspired,” I said. “Wouldn’t you be?” Again, I have to say this is simply not me. The woman I was just fifteen minutes before getting on that plane could never have done the things I was doing. I was clearly in some kind of trance. It was as though I were having a wild, erotic dream. All traces of morality and propriety had been left back at the Seattle gate.

Leah clapped her hands with delight as she watched. Then, almost timidly she asked: “Could I — uh could I have a turn?”

“Well that’s up to him,” I told her. I let go of his dick and brought my mouth up close to his left ear and nuzzled it, running my tongue quickly around it. “What do you think,” I whispered to him. “Do you mind if I share you with her?” He smiled wide, still with his eyes closed. And by way of answering, he shifted slightly to his right “pointing” that prodigious hard-on directly at her, “inviting” her to touch it.

Her right hand flew to it and she started jacking him like crazy. “Oh my golly,” she said, laughing, “It’s like iron, isn’t it?…Oh man, if I could just get this dick in my pussy for fifteen minutes, I’d never ask God for another thing in all my life.”

She kept jacking him. She was pretty good at it I admit. I know he was having a great time. But I was itching to get it back in my own hand.

“Don’t be greedy,” I demanded. “I want another turn before you make him splatter his jism all over the tray table.”

We both laughed and she reluctantly let go of his cock and allowed me to play with it again. She watched with keen interest, clearly entertained by what she was seeing. At one point, I noticed her slide her skirt up and slip her hand inside the waistband of her panties.

“You naughty girl,” I teased.

“I am so-oo turned on,” she laughed. “You’ve already had YOUR pussy played with and juiced up. Now it’s my turn — even if I DO have to do it myself.”

“Poor baby,” said the man (whose name I still had not learned). And, smiling benevolently, as if performing an act of kind charity, he reached his right hand over and “took over” for her, stimulating her cunt, just as he’d done mine. All the while, I continued to jack him.

Leah closed her eyes and sighed deeply I knew just how she felt. “Oh man, he does that so good, doesn’t he?” she asked me. “I think your expert jacking is inspiring him. You look like you were born to do that.”

“I was going to say you did it pretty good yourself,” I said. My mind was still on her earlier comment — the one about making him shoot and splattering sperm all over the tray table in front of us. All of a sudden the idea just leapt out of my mouth. “Wanna have a contest to see which of us can make him shoot?” I asked her.

“Oh what a hot idea!” she said, moving her pelvis in synch with his rubbing of her pussy. “How shall we work it?”

We came up with the “rules” together. She would give him fifty strokes, while he rubbed my cunt. Then we would trade off. I would jack him fifty strokes while he fingered her cunt. Whoever made him cum would be declared the winner.

She took the first turn. I watched his face as he stroked my hot wet snatch and “fucked” Leah’s hand. It was pretty clear he was on Cloud Nine. Here he was turning two gorgeous married women into nymphomaniacs, making us compete to see which of us could give him that ultimate thrill. He was just using us. Did I feel degraded, of course I did. Did I feel cheap? Of course I did. Did it make me want to stop?

No way.

Leah finished her fifty strokes and I took that monster cock back into my hand. I was just getting into the rhythm again when something made me look up and toward the front of the plane. My blood froze!

Bill was up out of his seat and beginning to move up the aisle toward us. All of a sudden reality hit me in waves. In less than five seconds he would be standing at the end of the aisle. There would be no time to pull our pants back on. And even if we were able to pull the blanket over us in time, Bill would probably want to talk to me. He would want to either sit down beside me, or have me come back to my real seat beside him. And what was I going to say? “Sure hon, just let me slip my panties and jeans back over my wet pussy and I’ll be right with you.”? I was so totally busted!

For one dizzying, nasty moment, I enjoyed the brief flash of a fantasy. Maybe they would fight over me. I imagined them wrestling in the aisle, their bodies straining against each other (the stranger’s strong bare ass tight and firm and on display for me.) The two of them like knights vying for my favors.

But of course, the truth is, I didn’t want to see either one of them hurt. I just wished it weren’t happening. All of a sudden, at that moment, I wanted to save my marriage more than I wanted anything. But it was too late.

Then, the miracle: Just like the cavalry coming in the nick of time, Leah jumped quickly to her feet and winked at me. “No cheating while I’m gone,” she whispered, “You have to wait till I get back to play with him again.” And she started moving fast down the aisle. She intercepted Bill about halfway between his row and ours.

“I’m sorry sir,” I heard her tell him. “We’re expecting turbulence. The captain has told us to keep passengers in their seats for the next few minutes.”

“But –” I heard Bill tell her.

“I’m sorry sir,” Leah told him, politely but firmly. “It’s just for the next five or ten minutes or so.”

Bill looked back at me and shrugged, as if to say, “Sorry.” And he reluctantly returned to his seat. Leah sat in the seat beside him, no doubt making sure he stayed put.

Instantly I was red hot again. I knew I had less than ten minutes. I pulled the stranger’s face close to mine. “Are you ready to cum like you’ve never cum before?” I asked him and kissed his mouth hard and passionately.

He nodded and adjusted himself in the seat. I licked his ear and began jerking his massive penis again for all I was worth. My hand was flying up and down. He lifted his ass off the chair and thrust it up for me, giving me even better access. “Come on!” I whispered. “Do it for me! Make that big thing shoot for me! Let me see that cum fly out of you.” (Where were those words coming from? I was craaaayzee!)

All of a sudden, I felt that fantastic steel tower of a cock start to twitch and convulse in spasms that actually made my arm jerk involuntarily. I could literally not hold it still.

He put his head back, closed his eyes and began to moan from way deep down in the core of him. I felt an astounding ecstatic rush of power surge through me, knowing I was making this huge cock deliver its payload. It was ME doing it!

And he let go with what seemed like gallons. The first “shot” gushed up more than three feet in the air — an enormous mass of thick cream that did indeed spray the tray table in front of him. The second one was almost as big as the first and with the same amazing velocity. Part of this spurt also splattered the tray table. There were at least four more in quick succession and by the end, there was thick white-ish liquid all over my hand, all over his dick, all over the seat, and all over the floor in front of us.

And then I felt an orgasm of my own coming. It was only then that I realized that while I’d been jacking him, I had been rubbing my clit against the buckle of the seatbelt. It was the wildest climax I’ve ever had — before or since. We both sat back for a moment or two, exhausted. Not saying anything.

Then I pulled on my pants and underpants, buttoned my jeans and buckled my belt. I leaned down and kissed him hard, one last time. “I’ll never forget you,” I told him. And I never have.

Later, as Bill and I got off the plane, I looked back one last time. The guy was asleep. Leah was using the blanket to mop up the area — the seat, the floor, the tray table…. Unseen by anyone else, she blew me a kiss and wagged her finger at me, naughty-naughty style, and mouthed the words “You cheated!”

Bill and I made up and had great sex that night. We’re still together and I still love him very much. Needless to say, I never told him about that wild flight. But sometimes, while he’s fucking me, I think about that mysterious stranger — jacking him off and driving him crazy, trading off with Leah, and the “sinful” fun we had with him. And as Bill moans and thrusts away, I close my eyes imagine that anonymous guy’s big dick inside me, filling my pussy all the way up.

And on those occasions, Bill can’t get over how wild and enthusiastically I cum.

Pathetic Cuckold (part 3)

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i woke the following morning to my phone ringing, good morning cucky, get your sissy ass into my bedroom right now, Lynn barked into the phone and hung up. as i climbed out of bed i was reminded of the chastity device i was locked in. when i arrived in Lynn’s room Tim was on top of my wife, her legs wrapped around him as he fucked her hard and deep. Kneel over here and watch a Real Man fuck your wife, when he is done i need you to clean his cock and then you can clean my pussy, it’s got lots of cum in it. Lynn said laughing. Yes Mistress i said, as i knelt by the bed looking at Lynn.
Her body was rocking as Tim slammed his cock into her over and over. Lynn grabbed Tim by his head and layed a deep kiss on him then said fuck me baby, shove that big black cock into me. fuck me harder. Tim slammed into her hard, you like that you white trash whore? Lynn screamed out Yessss, Oh MY God Yess, harder, give it to me harder, fuck me good and hard. Tim fucked her as had as he could his pace began to quicken. Lynn’s eyes rolled back as Tim pounded his massive cock into her over and over. There was no way that i could even get my wife to a state like that, i could not believe the endurance Tim had. After what seemed like 10 minutes Tim let out a deep grunt and emptied himself into my wife. Yessss baby cummm, give it to meee, Lynn yelled. Her body was shaking as as she yelled out Oh God Yes, i’m cumming again.
They stayed togther for several moments before Tim pulled out of her. He climbed off the bed and walked to me hold his cock. Ok wimp, time for you to get to work, lick me clean. He stood over me, dropped his cock to my face and said, clean it you fucking wimp, put your arms behind your back and clean this cock that just fucked your white trash whore wife. His cock was drenched in a mix of their juices. i placed my arms behind my back and began licing his cock clean. As i licked him his cock moved all around my face smearing me with a mix of there cum. Tim grabbed my head, pulling me into him he said, get my balls too. i ran my tongue around his balls as he held my head.
He held me there for a few minutes then released his hold on me. Get you fucking cum dump cunt over here so your wimp husband an clean up that dam fuck hole of yours. Lynn postioned herself by the side of the bed, her legs spread wide open. Her pussy was swollen form all the fucking and cum was leaking out of her. Ok wimp get your sissy mouth down there and lick up all that cum that Tim left in your wife. Tim pushed my face right into her and yelled get to work wimp, lap up all that cum i left in that fucking cunt. Get that tongue in there deep and clean that fuckhole. i licked away, i could taste his cum and Lynn’s pussy juices as well as smell the heavy scent of sex. Oh cucky, you will need to do better then that, you’ll need to suck on my pussy some, so you get every drop out.
Lynn held my head betwwen her legs until she was satisfied that i had done a decent job. When she let me up she began laughing. You should see your face, it’s covered with cum juice. Keep it there for now, it will help remind you of what a pathetic wimp you are. Go make coffee, we will be down in a few moments, and get your pink slipper on sissy. Yes Mistress i said as i got up and left to room.
Lynn and Tim walked into the kitchen about 10 minute after the coffe was ready, they were both naked. Pour us both a cup and bring them over here to the table. As i walked over with the coffee, Lynn reached over to my babydoll nightie, lifted it up, smiled and said, i just love seeing your pathetic little dick locked up like that, it looks so cute on you. I said nothing, i just haned them their coffee. As i began to walk back to the coffee to get mysel a cup, Lynn said, where do you tink your going wimp? i looked over to her and said, i was going to get myself a cup of coffee Mistress. Oh no, sissy, you can have coffee later on, after we are done. Come over here and let me put this lipstik on you. As she put it on she told me, for now you need to get under the table and kneel down between Tim’s legs. I want you to suck his cock nice and slow while he enjoys is coffee.
i said nothing more then yes Mistress and when she was done, i climbed under the table between Tim’s legs. Lynn was holding his cock out, shaking it at me like it was a special treat. Take hold of this and get your sissy cocksucker lips wrapped around this cock. i didn’t say a word, i simply took hold of his cock and began to suck on it. Yes sissy suck my cock nice and slow, I want you to learn how to be a real good sissy cocksucker for me and my friends. Hearing that, my mind began to wonder what was in store for me, what friends was he talking about. It was not long before Tim’s cock began swelling in my mouth. I wondered to myself how can this guy do it, how can he be getting hard again?
Are you still sucking that cock my sissy wimp? i stopped and replyed yes Mistress. Well come out from under the table for a moment, we need some more coffee. Yes Mistress. i climbed out and poured them both more coffee. Lynn told me, when your done putting the coffee back come back here so i can do a touchup on your sissy cocksucker lips. As she was putting the lipstick on me she said, you’re going to have to learn how to put on your sissy cocksucker lipstick by yourself. You need to keep these cocksucking lips touched up at all times, she told me. She went on to say, you’re going to make a great sissy cocksucker by the time we are done with you.
Tim stood up and walked over to me holding his cock out. On your knees bitch, get those sissy cocksucker lips on my cock. He pushed down on my head with his other hand. As soon as i was on my knees he pulled on my head so his cock was at my mouth. Open up you sissy cocksucker mouth, get those sissy cocksucker lips around my cock. i opened my mouth and took in his cock and began to suck on it.
In no time Tim was rock hard. He grabbed my head and forced his cock all the way into my mouth. Deepthroat it bitch, open out and take it all ocksucker.
He held me there gagging for air, let me up long enough to get air, and then forced me all the way don on it again and again. Lick my balls bitch, open that mouth wide and lick them with your mouth full of my cock. i was gagging as i tried to get my tounge to his balls. Lynn stood put and got behind me and began forcing my head up and down on his cock. I could barely get a breath befor she would force it all into my mouth again. Suck it you fucking sissy cocksucker, she barked. Suck that cock, all of it.
i began to cry as Lynn over and over shoved me down on that massive cock. Get that cock in your mouth. Show Tim what a good deep throat sissy cocksucker you are. my body was going weak from the mouth fucking i was getting. After what seemed like a lfetime Lynn et go of my head and walked in front of me. Look at me, are you a sissy cocksucker? Yes Misteress i replyed. Say it she said, say i am a sissy cocksucker Mistress. i answered, I am a sissy cocksucker Mistress. Look at Tim and tell him I am a sissy cocksucker and I beg you to please cum in my sissy cocksuker mouth. i was willing to do or say anyting that would prevent me from another round of forced deep throating. i looked at Tim and said, i am a sissy cocksucker and i beg you to please cum in my sissy cocksucker mouth.
Lynn smiled and said, very good my sissy cocksucker, now get those cocksucker lips and that cock and get back to your sissy cocksucking. i took Tim’s cock into my mouth and began sucking him. Rub his balls as you suck his cock Lynn instruced. i softly rubbed on his balls as i continued to suck his cock. Are you close baby Lynn asked. Tim replyed oh yea, real close. OK, then I want to jerk you off and see you cum in his waitng mouth. Open your mouth sissy she said. Open your mouth wide and keep it open. Lynn took Tim’s cock and began to jeck him off. After a short time he grunted and began shotting his cum ito my mouth. Lynn pumped him more and it shot on my lips and face. When he was done she took her camera phone and took some pictures of me, my face and mouth filled with cum and Tims black cock by my lips. When she was done i was then allowed to swallow the cum in my mouth.
Tim walked away telling Lynn he was going to take a shower. He said to her, I know you have things you want to do yet. i coud only hope that whatever she had to do did not involve me. Lynn told me to stay right there and walked away. She was gone for a few minutes and when she returned she had a wicked smile and 2 packages. She handed me one and told me to open it, it was a tube of KY jelly. i looked at her confused but said nothing, from the wicked smile on her face i was certain i didn’t want to know. She handed me the second package and told me to open it. Inside the box was a black buttplug. I didn’t say a word. Lynn was laughing as she said that’s right my sissy cocksucker, that buttplug is for you. Now come with me and bring the things with you.
i felt so ashamed as i followed her. She led me to the spare bathroom. Get out of your clothes, there’s something we need to do she said. As i removed the nightie she said, i’m going to tell you this right now, you’ll do exactly as i tell you without any back talk. If you give me any lip, I’m sending the pictures of you to all of your friends and family. Do you understand me? i felt a shake in my body, her tone was serious, yes Mistress i answered. Get the slipper off and get over here and get in the tub. She pulled the shower curtain back and that is when i saw the enema bag hanging from the shower head.
i looked at her as if pleading no, not that. She laughed and said get your ass in there on all 4’s and face that wall. n the wall was a black suction cup dildo. As i began to climb in the tub she said, on all 4″s and get that cock into your mouth ans suck it while i clean you. i felt so humiliated as i got on all 4’s and took the dildo in my mouth. Lynn wasted no time at all and pushed the enema tube into me. i felt the warm liquid going into me. In no time i felt some of the liquid leaking out. Get out and get on the toilet she barked. i was out and seat in no time at all and my body emptied.
i was made to repeat the same process over and over until i was completly cleaned out.
When she was done i was instructed to bath nad shavemyself all over. When your done, dry yourself off and put this scented oil on. Then you can come down naked, in you slippers and meet me in the living room. As she walked out she took the lube and buttplug with her. i took my time cleaning upand shaving. i was in no hurry for what i knew was awaitng me.
i walked into the living room to find Tim and Lynn watching the news. i noticed that there as a towle placed in the middle of the floor along with the lube and buttplug. Well it took you long enough Lynn said. Get your ass over to that towel and get on all 4’s facing away from us. Yes Mistress i answered, with a tone of shame in my voice. Once i was on all 4’s Lynn said, now place your face on the towel, open those legs wide and reach back and spread you ass wide open. Yes Mistress i mumbbled as i did as instructed.
The 2 of them were laughing as i remained there exposed. After a few moments Lynn walked over to me and asked, do you know whats in store for you my sissy cocksucker? Yes Mistress i shamefully replied. Not satisfied with my humiliation, she said, tell me what is in store for my cocksucking sissy wimp. i remained quiet, to ashamed to speak. Tell my now or i’m sending the picutres. i shamefully told her, you’re going to put that buttplug in my ass. Laughing she said, yes I am but first I want my sissy cocksucker to beg for it. Tell me, i am a sissy cocksucker Mistress and i want a buttplug up my sissy ass. Worried about the pictures i said, i am a sissy cocksucker Mistress and i want a buttplug up my sissy ass Mistress.
I was instructed to continue saying it over and over. Lynn took the lube and butt lug and walked behind me. She ordered my to spread my cheeks wider. i then felt her lubed finger pressing into me. She worked it in and out, got more lube and did it again. i kept saying, i am a sissy cocksucker Mistress and i want a buttplug up my sissy ass Mistress. She then placed the buttplug to my hole and began pressing it in. i felt it strecing me as she pushed more into me. i felt like i was being torn open.
Tim was laughing as he said, take it out of that sissy and the push it back in. Do it till that opens up and lets it slip right in. Lynn repatedly pulled it out and pushed it back into me. i tried to hide the pain as i kept saying, i am a sissy cocksucker Mistress and i want a buttplug up my sissy ass Mistress. i could hear a camera licking as she worked the plug in and out of me.
i was made to stay on the floor for some time with the buttplug in my ass. OK sissy she said, go get your cocksucker lipstick and put in on. When you’re done, come back here and bring the lipstick. Yes mistress i said. As i stood and began to walk away, i felt to plug moving in my ass. In the bathroom i took the lipstick and put it on as best i could. As i walked back into the living room Lynn siad, look Tim, look at our wimp cocksucking sissy, locked up and his ass full of buttplug. He’s even walking like a sissy now that his sissy ass is plugged.
Come and sit over here by the computer Lynn said. When i sat on the chair, the buttplug seemed to go deeper into me. ynn noticed the expression on my face when i sat. Oh Tim, i think the sissy cocksucker is learning to enjoy that plug. Spread your cheeks on that seat so you get the real full feeling. She was right,as i spread my cheeks itentered me even more. Here this is for you. She opened a shoe box and took out a pair of Red High Heels. Give me your foot, I want to see how well they fit you. Lynn put the shoes on me and connected the ankel straps. Stand up and walk around the room.
The heels were much larger (5″) the then slipper, i felt very unbalanced in them. Walk around sissy, get use to them, that is what your to wear from now on. Tim was laughing a i tried to walk around in the heels. Keep walking around the room and say i am a pathetic wimp cocksuckig sissy who is caged and buttpluged by my Mistress wife and her Boyfriend Master.
The 2 on them spent a while watching me as i walked around the living room saying, i am a pathetic wimp cocksuckig sissy who is caged and buttpluged by my Mistress wife and her Boyfriend Master. Tim said, look bitch I’m horny, get on your lnees and suck my cock while the sissy cocksucker walks around the room. I want him to see his wife sucking cock while he prances around the room like the cocksucking wimp he is. Lynn smiled and went right to her knees and began sucking Tim’s cock.
After a while Tim orderd Lynn to get up on the sofa ad kneel ass out. He stood behind her and began fucking her, slapping her ass as he used her. As they fucked i could hear Lynn’s moaning. Tim looked back at me and asked, are you watching this? I’m fucking your white trash whore wife while your walking around the room locked up, in heels and a puttplug in your ass. my head was down as i responded with nothing more then Yes Sir.
They fucked for a while more before Tim told Lynn, stand up bitch. He Stood up behind he and lifted one of her legs high in the air. Her pussy was fully exposed and still open from the fucking she had received. He looked ove at me and said, get over here sissy, get over ere and put my cock into this white trash fuck hole. Lynn and a nasty smie as i walked over to them. Yes sissy, put his Big Bl;ack Cock into your wifes pussy so my boyfriend can fuck me.
Once he was back inside her, i was made to kneel in front of her and lick her cockfilled pussy as Tim fucked her. As i was licking, Lynn reached down and pulled my head deeper into her. Lick my and his cock as he fuckes me. They fucked in the sanding position for a while, then Tim plled her back to the sofa and sat. He never took his cock out of her. His hand kept her leg up and out. They continued to fuck as i as directed, licked away at at her pussy. Lynn was moaning and yelling as he continued to fuck away at her. When he grunted Lynn went wild, she was screaming Yesss Cumm Baby, give it to me.
When they stooped, they stayed together for a few momments and then Lynn took his cock out of her and pointed it to me. Lick it and suck it sissy and when it is clean you can lick my pussy clean. i never got out the words, Yes Mistress, my mouth was filled with his cock. I licked and sucked his cock and balls clean and was quicky made to lick Lynn’s pussy.
Ok, I’m clean, you can get up and do more of your of your walking now, Lynn said. Walk around the room and get use to those heels, and keep saying what i told you. I walked around the living room again saying, i am a pathetic wimp cocksuckig sissy who is caged and buttpluged by my Mistress wife and her Boyfriend Master. They watched me fro a few moments and then left the room.
The 2 of them came back dressed. Lynn had a mirror, the didlo, and lipstick with her. She went over to the computer as i continued to walk around the room. Come over her she said. At the computer she told me to sit down. Lynn took a tissue and had me wipe my face. Your going to learn to put your cocksucking lipstick on properly. She applied the lipstick and had me take the tissue to my lips and press downon it. See, thats is how it is done she said. Now, i want you to suck on this dildo. When your cocksucking lipstick is messed, i want you to reapply it. While you’re sucking your didlo i want you to study this information on the computer. It’s all about how to suck cock, something you need to learn well. i was left at the computer, Tim and Lynn departed to do some shopping.
It was now late afternoon, as i heard them leave. i wondered what they might be up to. i had no desire to practice sucking on that dildo. As i relfected on what had taken place over the last 24 hours i began to cry. i knew i was trapped, there was no way i wanted to be ina courtroom and have peope hear about how small i was and see anyof the pictures that had been taken. At the same time i did not want what i was getting but could not figure a way out.
About 40 minutes later the computer beeped indicating that there was mail. i open the message an was shocked. The first thing n the message was a picture of me with cum on my face and Tim’s cock at my lips. The message read – To my wimp sissy cocksucker, you better be doing as i told you. I have all the pictures loaded on Tim’s computer and we can send them out anytime you get out of line. We will be back later on, I’m certain Tim will want to test out all the new sissy cocksucking skills that you have learned.
i sent off a quick Yes Mistress and hit the send button. i could not believe it, they were finding ways to humiliated and degrade me even when they were away. i felt more of my manhood slip way as i began suckig on the dildo, reading about how to properly suck a cock. As instructed i’d sucked on it for a while and then touched up the lipstick. While i read and sucked my mind kept wondering if Lynn would really send those pictures out if i tried to put a stop to this. Clearly i was not going to test that option.
Sometime after 6 PM i heard them return. Lynn called out, come here and give us a hand my sissy cocksucker, and make sure your sissy cocksucker lipstick is neat. After touching up the lipstick, i met themin the kitchen. There were several packages sitting on the table. Take these and put them in the living room, don’t look inside and thn come back here, she told me. My mind raced wondering what was in the packages but i dared not look. Once back in the kitchen, Lynn handed me 2 more packages. Lets take these to your room right now.
Once in my bedroom Lynn began taking things out of the bag. Here these will need to be displayed on you dressing table when they are not in use. She place 2 black dildo’s, 2 large vibrators (1 pink, 1 black), and 2 buttplugs on the table. In one of my nightstands she placed batteries, an odd looking hose that had some type of ballon at the end, and 2 more tubes of lubricant. She then placed several DVD’s by the TV. These are for your sissy cocksucer study time she stated laughingly. She then handed me a box of secented wipes. You’ll need these to keep your bottom clean and fresh. Now, bend over the bed, I want to get out your buttplug. Spread those ass cheeks for me like a good little cocksucking sissy wimp. With my cheeks spread, Lynn pushed up on the buttplug several times before removing it. A moment later, after relubricating it she pushed it back in. Laughing she said, look how easy that went back in there for you sissy. She took a secented wipe and used it on my bottom. Lets go she stated, by now, Tim should be waiting for us in the living room.
We walked into the living room Tim was sitting on the sofa watching the TV and sipping on a beer. Stand right here for a moment, Lynn told me. As she walked away from me she said, Tim and I were talking and we decided that you need to be made to become more sissy like,so we did some shopping just for you. She sat down next to Tim and began looking into the packages i had brought in earlier.
Turn around so your back is to us yu fucking sissy cocksuking wimp Tim barked at me, you don’t need to see what she is doing. Yea, have that cocksucking wimp husband of your’s put these on for now Tim stated, while laughing hard. In my mind i was thinking, oh no, what do they have in store for me now. Honey, I have something for you, turn around so you can see some of the cute sissy cocksucker things we got you.
When i turned around i saw sitting on the coffee table a number of ladys underthings. Lynn took her time to point out each items. Look here, we have sissy pink stockings, a very sexy pink lace bra, and matching garters. Lets get you dressed sissy, i can’t wait to see you in these. Lynn took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen. Sit down and take off your heels so we can get you in these stockings. When the heels were off, Lynn took one of the stockings, roll it up like this, slip your toes inside and slowly roll them up your leg. Yes Mistress i said as i did my best to follow her instructions. Lynn was laughing as she said, don’t worry in notime at all you’ll get the hang of this as you will be earing them all the time from now on. After the stocking were on i was made to put the heels back on. When done i was made to stand up. She put the garter arounf my waist and showed me how to connect them to the stockings. OK sissy, now you do the other side. It took me a bit to can them to stay connected. Now comes your bra, hook it up in front of you like this. Now you turn it around, put you arms in here, Lynn said. Lynn walked around me and adjusted the straps and the position of the bra. That’s the proper way to wear it, she stated. Alright, this will do for now, wait here until i call you Lynn said. I could here them luaghing in the living room and then it went quiet fro several moments. Ok my cocksucking sissy, we need you in here now. When i walked into the living room Tim was sitting on the sofa naked, Lynn was still dressed. Tim laughed when he saw me, aren’t one you pathetic sissy cocksucker all dresed in your pink sissy things. Walk around the room again and say that phrase you were saying before. Yes Sir i responded and began walking around saynig, i am a pathetic wimp cocksuckig sissy who is caged and buttpluged by my Mistress wife and her Boyfriend Master.
When i had done a number of laps around the room Tim stood up. Get over there and fix your lipstick he demanded. With out a word i began to walk over to the computer to fix my lipstick. Tim barked, what no Yes Sir to me? Before i could finish getting the words, Sorry Sir, he walked over to where i was. He sat in the chair and said sorry is not going to cut it you fucking cocksucking sissy. Get over here and bend over my knees right now. Lynn was laughing as she said, oh my i think sissy is getting a spanking.
Mover your ass up higher on my lap he demanded. As soon as i was in position his hand came down hard on my ass. You fucking sissy you are going to learn your place and behave like a proper sissy cocksucker when I’m around he barked as he slapped my ass over and over. He used one hand to hold me down as the other slapped my bottom over and over. Tim stopped for a moment and then sad, with each slap i want you to say, thank you Sir, i am sorry Sir. He spanked my bare bottom over and over as i repeated, Thank you Sir, i am Sorry Sir. Lynn was getting a good laugh out of this, Spank that cocksucking sissy, spank the sissy but good. As he spanked me i began to cry, both from the pain and the humiliation of the spanking.
When it was over, Tim asked me if i had anything i wanted to say to him. Still bent over his knees, all i could think of was to say, Thank you Sir, I am sorry Sir. And what are you going to do to show me you are really sorry you worthless sissy cocksucker.
I knew what he wanted me to say but held of saying it and asked, Sir what would you like me to do to show you i amd sorry. You know damn right well what I want, now tell me or we can go back to more spankings. i swallowed hard and mumbled, my i suck your cock to show you i am sorry Sir? What was that sissy?. I didn’t hear you, say that aging so we know what you are saying. In a louder voice i again said, my i suck your cock to show you i am sorry Sir? They both laughed.
Get off of me and get into the center of the room you sissy cocksucker he yelled. i got up and walked to the certer of the room. On your knees he yelled. Looking at Lyn he said, I want lots of pictures, this fucking cocksucker is going tobe a webslut if I am not happy. He walked up to me and demaned that i beg to suck his cock. Now beg he yelled.
I wasted no time saying Yes Sir. Sir my i please suck your cock Sir. i want to suck your cock Sir so i can show you i am sorry. My i please suck it Sir. Are you a sissy cocksucker who wants to suck a Mans cock and balls and have a Man cum in your mouth. Yes Sir i am Sir. then say it he replied. Sir i am a sissy cocksucker who wants to suck a Mans cock and balls and have a Man cum in my mouth. Tell me how much you want to wrap your cocksucking sissy lips on my cock and suck it to please me. Sir, please let my wrap my cocksucking sissy lips around your cock, please let me suck your cock Sir.
Tim stepped up to me, kiss my cock and tell me how much you like it. I kissed the head of his cock and said Sir i like kissing your cock. Keep kissing it he said and tell me how it is so superior to your tiny little dick and how much you want me to be the on who is fucking your wife because you unable to satisfy her. As i kissed his cock all over i told him, Sir i enjoy kissing your cock, your cock is so much bigger then mine it is far superior them my tiny little dick. Please Sir, i want you to be the one who is fucking my wife because i am uable to satisfy her.
Lynn was standing over me watching and listening as i begged and kissed his cock. She took hold of his cock and said nothing more then suck it you sissy cocksucker. i took him in my mouth and went to work sucking him. Nice and slow Lynn told me. Use the cocksucking skills you were reading about, use lots of tongue. The 2 of them were looking down at me as i sucked away on Tim’s cock. Time began pumping his hips. He took hold of me head and began mouth fucking me. Take this he yelled as he shoved his whole cock into my mouth. He told me, suck it and use your hand to strock it at the same time. i did as i was told and said Yes Sir without stopping for even a moment. Lynn got behind me and started pushing on the buttplug, push release, push release.
Yea that’s it cocksucker, suck that cock like a good sissy cocksucker. As i sucked i could tell he was getting ready to cum by the way he was pumping his cock into my mouth. Tim took hold of my head again and again started fucking my mouth. He humped my mouth like a dog in heat. He held the back of my head and shoved his length into my mouth. He yelled, oh yeaaa. I felt him swell as he dumped his cum down my throat. After the first few blasts he let go of my head and pulled back a little. i did my best to swallow all of it.
When he was done he pulled out of my. We will pickup on this training in the morning. I’m done with you for the night, time to take advantage of your wife. As he walked away he told Lynn, see you in the bedroom, I’m taking your white ass tonight so be ready.
Get up sissy, Lynn stated, I have some some more training for you. Go over to the arm of the sofa and bend over and spread your legs. Yes Mistress i said as i got up and went to the sofa. Once i was bent over she ha me reach back and spread my cheeks open. With that done,she took hold of the buttplug and began sliding it in and out of me, pulling it all the way out, pushing it all the way in. Laughing she said, just think, your getting your ass fucked now and I am getting a good ass fucking later.
When she was done she slapped me on my ass and told me, go back into the tub and wash yourself out again. Do it 3 times and then you need to plug yourself for bed. For tonight i want you to sleep in these things so you’re going to have to dress yourself after you douch, shower and reoil yourself. From now on, when you have to do pee, you are to sit on the toilet. Only real Men get to stand and piss and you are not a man your are a cocksucking sissy.
Yes Mistress i said as i got up. As i began to walk away she said, while your in bed, i want you to think about your day today. I’ll expect a report on all the things you learned today. By the way she added, I called your office, you have the next 2 weeks off, that will give us lots of training time. As i expected, you’re turning into a good little cucksucking sissy wimp.

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I suppose my wife may be on the brink of cuckolding me one more time. We married over 12 years ago. She’s very beautiful, and what awesome black hair she has…. When we had been married for just 18 months, she started a two year affair with a much older man. She thought I didn’t know about it, but nothing could have been further from the truth. I knew of the affair almost from the beginning.
He wanted her to leave me for him. And that was the only reason she ended it. The only way she could get him to stop trying to make her leave me was to get involved with yet another guy.
The first guy got jealous so he came to me to tell me not only about him, but the other guy as well. It was a total shock in his eyes when I told that I knew about their affair all the time long, but wasn’t aware of the other guy. I told him I wasn’t surprised though because I knew what she was when I married her. You see she was married when I started sleeping with her. Sleeping around behind her husband’s back was what she did for excitement. He told me I should leave her. I told him not a chance.
She hasn’t ventured out into that world for about 7 years since that. When all that happened the first time she started going to church and has really tried being faithful. Now however she has started hanging around with a guy from our church and it is very obvious she likes the guy a lot. He’s tall and makes her laugh a lot. I’m average height and she never has liked my sense of humor. Every time the three of us are together. Anywhere they carry on like I’m not even there.
We were all at the store together the other night. My wife was putting something back on the shelve and as she was trying to relocate where it went he said “right behind you babe”.
Before I stop the story I should also tell you another thing. We all jog together (that’s how this whole thing started). When we stop to catch our breath he likes to pull his silk shorts up around his chest to be funny. When he does you can clearly see the full outline of what must be an 8″ cock. As much as my wife likes sucking cock, I know she takes a look.
I guess if cheating is in your blood it’s in your blood.
I really love my wife for the woman she is.