1. Sisterhood of Sin -- 8 -- The Liberated Lovers


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Voyeur, Author: LastWife, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    "You want to...?" She looks up into his eyes, smiles, and nods. "Will I be unlocking yours?" She grins. "I hope so." Her key is suddenly in her hands again and she holds it in her upraised palms for him. He accepts it and drops it into his shirt pocket before pulling a thin chain over his head and giving it to her. She opens the lock and sets it on the night stand. "May I?" He nods and she removes the wire cage from his already growing cock. "How do I...? I don't want to hurt your..." He shows her how to remove the base ring from his cock and balls. It's a bit tricky to push one ball through at a time without pain. He's much harder now, and I'm feeling pretty steamy in my panties. I'm standing where I'm sure he was once required to stand while he watched his wife have sex. The spanking chair is gone so I have no place to sit. I drop my jeans and lean against the wall, noticing that there are metal rings embedded in the wall and ceiling all around me. Mrs. F must have bound him in front of the monitor. I imagine myself bound with legs spread and arms up, unable to touch myself while watching the screen. But of course, I do touch myself with one hand in my panties while the other reaches under my shirt, unclips my bra, and pleases first one, then the other stiff nipple. My tongue sneaks out and licks my lips as Chelsea leans in and licks the tip of Mr. F's nicely hardening cock. I press three fingertips down at the top of my mound as I watch her begin to work her magic. Soon ...
    after, I'm rubbing my clit, stopping only when Mr. F pulls his cock away from Chelsea. It's longer than I remember, and seems much stiffer than it got with me. He helps her to stand and she lifts her skirt as he unlocks the three locks that hold her belt. She removes her top and bra, revealing her hard dark red nipples. She unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. "Please, on top," he says, as he lays on the bed, his cock pointing up like a flagpole until she straddles his hips and sheaths it inside her. I place my finger back on my clit and speed myself toward orgasm, but Mr. F comes too soon and Chelsea rolls off onto her back to keep his sperm inside her for a while. He quickly begins to lick her pussy and then I come, knowing that he is licking where my husband came a few hours earlier. I come again as I hear Chelsea succumb to his expert tongue. She seems well pleased. He lays beside her and they seem happy together. "I'm not always that quick," he says. It's true. His rehabber said that he had good control by the time he was ready to rejoin the world. "It's okay. It's good to feel so overwhelmingly desirable. I don't have to come every time, but I'm glad your tongue is so good. I think we'll do well together if you'll have me." "Can you move in today?" "Yes. Everything I own is in one bag out in the car." They begin dressing and that is my cue to pull my jeans back up and turn the screen off. Unless Mr. F is now sterile, Chelsea has a second sperm donor, so if she ...
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