Written by Ol_pops

BDSM
16 Jan 2014


My wife and I are very much in love. I have been away for 5 months and will soon be returning to the I'm. During my absence my wife and I have decided the time will be right to visit a club for the firs time. Here is a little story I wrote to entertain her. I hope you enjoy I and appogies if it is tamer than you all are used to

The large wooden cross, X shaped, dominated the centre of the hot, dark room. Canted forward at a slight angle it stood at over 8 feet tall and sat on a soft, plush scarlet carpet. Quite naked, facing the crossed beams, L was strapped tightly. Arms stretched above her head ended in hands that were balled tightly into fists and her legs were spread wide, ankles strapped tightly. The position of the straps meant that she had to stand on tip toes and this strained position left the shape of her legs accentuated wonderfully. L is not a petite woman. She stands at around 5'6”, has an absolutely perfect arse, curves with just the right amount of firmness that sit above her deceptively long legs. Her waist forms that delicious pear shape that a woman should have and her breasts are, simply put, amazing. Large, heavy and round they form globes that any man would find impossible to resist. Her face is beautiful under normal circumstances but today it is especially so. The heat of the room has combined with the heat in her mind and she is glowing. Eyes tightly shut, a thin film of perspiration on her forehead and a parted mouth.

I am stood behind her, one of many, men and women, all looking at this wonderful creature so helpless , presented before us. I lead, as is my right and begin a soft caress of her back and bottom with my bare hand. It glides easily over her skin, eased by the sweat, and I simply spend a few moments enjoying the electric feel of her. She shudders, head back and eyes still firmly closed, breath coming in ragged gasps even at such a light touch. I look around and see that the people watching are aroused, the women with proud nipples and glowing eyes, the men in much more obvious ways. I move one hand to her hair, giving a sudden and violent tug while my other travels down the cleft of her arse, timing a penetrating finger with the pull of her head. L gasped and began to speak but a tightening of my fist in her hair and a deeper thrust into her arse cut her short and I reinforced my message by telling her to keep quiet.

I decided then that I wanted to admire her body. My body. Removing both hands from their places I stepped back to gaze at her from behind; the curve of her neck, sweat coated back, the view of her pussy, open and swollen, her legs, her tight little arsehole. I moved around to her front, eyes sweeping her from head to toe but always drawn back to her breasts. Once again grabbing her hair, through the crossed beams, I pulled her to my mouth and sent my tongue deep, probing.

Taking a breath from my kiss I looked around the room once more and my eyes settled on a couple who were stood a few feet away, both naked, arms around one another and both obviously enjoying the sight of my wife in such a helpless position. Feeling confident I beckoned them over, inviting them to explore with their hands. He was my height, perhaps 40 years old and in decent shape with a cock that was hard in front of him, 6” or so long. She was a few years younger, petite with small breasts and a tiny waist, not my type but attractive in her way. As a couple they were clearly comfortable with each other and with situations such as this because they advanced on my wife eagerly.

He positioned himself behind her much as I had, slowly and gently caressing her arse, her thighs and her back before slowly working a finger to her cunt, exploring her slit and then, deliberately, probing her swollen clit. She moved to L's front and planted kisses across her breasts, taking each nipple into her mouth using her hands to softly guide the flesh to where she wanted it. The woman's kisses travelled upwards, along L's neck until they eventually found her mouth. This was against our rules so after a glorious second or two of watching I gently tapped the woman on the shoulder to gain her attention. I was firm, laying no blame but explaining that we had rules and while the stranger could not have known, L most certainly had and should not have allowed her mouth to be kissed. The woman accepted my words and moved slightly away, leaving me once again with free access to L. I moved in close and whispered into her ear

'you know the rules, my little whore, you broke them, what shall I do now?'

The question demanded no answer and as I looked directly into my wife's eyes I grabbed her nipples, one in each hand and applied far more force than I had ever done before. The man behind her had been paying attention to me and as if directed, slipped 2 fingers into Louise's willing cunt. The pain of her breasts being tortured coupled with the invasion of her pussy brought her to almost instant orgasm and as her face contorted I whispered, so nobody else could hear, that I loved her.

As L's orgasm waned I allowed the woman to once again take her place at the front of my wife and stepped to the back wall where a series of boxes were stacked. These boxes were designed to create a platform that would bring whoever stood atop waist to eyes with a person secured to the cross. Moving the boxes into place I directed the man to climb on top and asked the women to take his place behind L. They were both eager to oblige and within seconds she was on her knees, tongue probing and he was above the room, cock in hand level with my wife's mouth. I nodded to him, giving him permission, and he slowly pushed his hips forward until his cock was pressed against her now closed lips. A slap on her bottom from me made her open wide and in moments this stranger had himself buried in her face. The man was already gasping, clearly ready to explode but another of our rules forbade him from cumming inside her in any way so when he looked at me, seeking my approval I shook my head and gestured to her breasts. He understood my meaning and knelt on top of the platform, pumping his spit coated cock in a fist. Strings of sticky cum shot from him and covered L's chest, where they ran together with her sweat creating a coating that was vulgar and erotic.

This treatment had L on the verge of her second orgasm and the sight of her used by others had me harder than I had ever been before. I decided that it was time for me to enter her. Another, smaller box brought my own cock level with her behind and as I stood deliberating which hole to take, the woman made my decision for me. Grasping my dick by its root in one hand, spreading L's cheeks with her other, she pulled me forward until my glans was at my wife's tightest entry. The woman's tongue had well lubricated the area and the mixture of L's juices and her spit meant that the only resistance was from Louise's muscle. The feeling of it opening to accept my cock infront of this crowd was so intense that I knew I would not last long. I didnt think L would care, especially with the woman's fingers now playing with her pussy. I came in her arse with the most powerful orgasm of my life, shooting my load in several pumps deep into her. L came too and for the first time in our lives she screamed, telling of the force behind her climax.


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