1. Pieces-How do you keep yourself ready for sex


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    humiliating. Another mans lips, his tongue probing into my mouth, as my wife watched and smiled. Firmly he pushed my head down, making me kiss my way down his chest, holding my head in his lap. I heard my wife giggle and say, “Go ahead honey. I told him he would get lucky. Don’t make a liar out of me.” I hesitantly opened his pants, taking out his already hard cock. Kissing the head, I slid my lips over it. I sucked it clumsily, not really knowing what to do. Humiliated at sucking a mans cock in the back of a car, his hand down my pants, fondling my panties, squeezing my ass, my wife watching. Somehow, despite my inexperience, he seemed to enjoy it. Soon his hand was on my head, forcing me down on his cock, hips rising to my face as he filled my mouth with cum. I coughed and sputtered and gagged, but managed to swallow it. My wife laughed hard at the face that I made when he filled my mouth with cum. He was zipping up his pants as we pulled into our driveway. The last thing I saw of my wife was her walking across the living room, her lovers hand on her bare ass, her dress up to her waist, looking over her shoulder as she left me with the b*****r and said, “Please be gentle with him. He is a virgin.” With a wicked chuckle she disappeared into the bedroom. My wife had started taking the dominant role in our marriage. I found I enjoyed seeing to her pleasure, doing little things for her, playing at being her submissive. Unfortunately for me, she was not playing. She told me to ...
    do something and I refused. She slapped me across the face, and told me to strip as she grabbed her phone and called a friend from work. She did not even try to keep me from hearing. She had called a gay man who she has been friends with for years. I could hear her asking him to get together as many of his friends as he could and be at the house in twenty minutes. I started to protest, but she slapped my face again, grabbed my hair and pulled me to the floor. Growling, she told me not to move, to stay on my knees on the floor. Soon, the doorbell rang and I begged her not to open it. “Shut up bitch” she said as she strode away. She was back soon, grabbed my by my hair and dragged me to the living room as I tried hard to keep up with her as I crawled in behind her. There were seven men sitting around our living room, all with their pants down and slowly stroking their cocks. Still holding me tightly by the hair, and for the sole purpose of humiliating me, my wife loudly announced, “Boys, this is my husband. He is going to be your Fairy Cocksucker today. His mouth is yours for as long as you want it. When you give him back I expect him to be a simpering faggot cum slut. Use him as much as you like. He will eagerly suck all of you until you can’t get it up anymore.” Looking down at me and scowling she said, ominously, “He knows better than to refuse to do anything you want.” With that, she pulled my hair hard, pushing me into the room, sprawling on the floor, and turned and walked ...
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