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“Are you sure about this?” I ask my husband for the millionth time, afraid that we’re stepping over a line that will forever ruin us. Certain lines can’t be uncrossed once they’ve been crossed. “Yes I am, I want to see my slut wife in real action,” he whispers hotly in my ear, nibbling it for emphasis, a sure sign he’s aroused. I remember it well, that night when we’d had a bit too much to drink. It had been our twelfth anniversary. I don’t know who’d initiated it, but we had started divulging secret sexual fantasies that we’d kept from each other, and we’d kept going. Many of them we’d explored together, in the privacy of our home, and it had brought a new spice to our marriage, making us fall in love, and in lust, all over again. But, what we’re planning tonight, could potentially shatter that. It could destroy us completely, or raise our sex life to heights we’d never previously reached. It was a gamble, a gamble I wasn’t sure would pay off in the long run. Seeing my hesitation, and understanding what it’s about, he makes me look deeply into his eyes, so that I can see his conviction. “I’m sure Natalie. Doing this will not change my view of us, of you. Other than maybe confirming that I’m the luckiest SOB ever, having this fucking gorgeous, incredibly hot and naughty wife.” He pulls me close and I feel his erection pressing against my thigh. That he is hard, relaxes me. He really wants this. It turns him on. “Okay Gary,” I say and take a deep breath. “Let’s do this.” “That’s what I hoped you’d say.” He smiles that wicked crocked smile that still makes me go weak in the knees, even after all these years. We share a deep passionate kiss, before he pulls me through the door, to the stage to play out our next sexual fantasy. We’ve been here before, but only as spectators. Today we are one of the main attractions. Gary leads me up to one of the hostesses and gives our names. She smiles warmly, welcoming us to the club. “Yes, the room is set up to your specification. If you follow me Mr. Carmichael, Mrs. Carmichael.” I admire her swaying hips as she walks away. Her dress is hugging her curves, like it’s poured onto her body, blonde hair is cascading over her shoulders, and her long shapely legs peek through the slits up the sides. Hmm, I always wondered how it’d be with another woman. I bite my lip as I consider the possibilities. “Another time darling,” Gary whispers in my ear, having noticed my stare and reaction. I blush, embarrassed and aroused at being caught in the act of thinking naughty thoughts about the bombshell of a hostess. Gary steers me through the space with a hand at the small of my back. His hand is radiating heat, warming me in more places than one. The hostess leads us to a room I remember well from our last visit. It has openings leading into it from three different directions. In the middle is some kind of adjustable bondage bench. It’s leather clad and looks almost like an elongated X, but with raised leg rests, almost like those you see at the gynecologist. It has cuffs for strapping both arms and legs, immobilizing the occupant. I’ve wanted to try it ever since the first time I saw it, and knowing I will be the next person strapped down sends a delicious thrill through me. I see one difference from our last visit: an armchair in front of the wall without a door, almanbahis şikayet giving the occupant a perfect view of the person strapped to the bench. The hostess leaves us, having made sure everything is to our liking. “Enjoy your evening Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael,” she says, giving us a sultry look as she leaves. I know that my husband is hot. In his early forties, he’s old enough to have some gray in his brown hair but young enough to still have a boyish charm sparkling in his blue eyes. And, with a physique most middle-aged men would envy. But, if I was not mistaken, the hostess was not only checking him out but me also. And, truth be told, I would not mind an adventure with her. I put it on my ever-growing bucket list. “Are you ready?” Gary caresses the back of my neck, just the way I like it. “Yes,” I exhale, releasing some of the tension still within me. I’m simultaneously nervous and excited, not really knowing how to handle myself, and all the things I feel right now. But Gary’s hands are magic, his presence a soothing comfort I could not be without. I relax into him, letting him take the lead. He lifts my hair and kisses my shoulder blade before pulling down the zipper of my strapless dress, letting it slide to the floor, pooling at my feet. As I’m not wearing underwear, my naked form is revealed. Gary slides a hand along my spine, caressing the curve of my hip, stroking over my buttocks. “You are so beautiful, Natalie,” he breathes in my ear, before leading me the last steps to the bench. He works slowly, methodically. His hands lovingly touch my skin as he straps me to the bench, first one wrist, then the other. I keep my head raised to see him working the straps at the ankles, my legs resting in the stirrups, spreading them wide. I test my restraints and feel the leather bite into my skin. I can’t move. I’m firmly held in place, in this revealing position. I panic a little. What the hell am I doing? But Gary’s reassuring touch soothes me once more. With one small squeeze of his hand, he reminds me that we are doing this together, that I’m not alone. Helping me remember that this is an adventure, a sexual escapade, we both have fantasied about and now are about to realize. He smiles down at me, repeating his previous words, “So beautiful.” Then he pulls out a small scarf from one of his pockets, putting it in my mouth, tying it at the back of my head. This is something we’ve decided on before coming here, me to be gagged, unable to communicate verbally, with any of the men that are to use me. It will be up to Gary to determine when I’ve had enough, my well-being totally in his hands. The trust of this act, is an added spice for me and Gary knows it. But I see on his face that this excites him just as much as it does me. When I think he is ready to leave me for his place in the armchair, his expression changes. His eyes are twinkling with wicked humor and I know he is up to something mischievous. He pulls a black marker from his pocket, twirling it around before my eyes, teasing me with it, knowing I can’t do or say anything in my position. My eyes widen in surprise when he puts it to my skin. But, before actually drawing, he asks me for my permission and I nod my assent. I want to see what he comes up with. I know he would never do anything to harm me. This is something almanbahis canlı casino he considers will add something extra to the experience. The pen tickles my skin as he draws the lines, spelling out words on my lower belly with big capital letters. A thrill goes threw me, as I see the words taking shape. PLEASE FUCK THIS CUM SLUT It’s just like in the porn-clip we saw the other night, one that aroused me so much. Gary had taken notice and made sure to make this sexual experience even more exciting. I’m filled with love to bursting for this wonderful man, my perfect spouse. All vestiges of fear have gone, leaving only a vibrating thrill inside me. I know what’s coming next when he moves the tip of the pen to my inner thigh and soon the words ‘fuck-hole’ and ‘cum dump’ are spelled out with arrows pointing to my cunt and asshole. The liquid heat pooling between my spread legs must be visible to him when he admires his work, licking his lips. He puts the marker back into his pocket and walks around me, towards his predetermined place in the armchair. He pauses at my head, bending down to place a soft kiss on my forehead, whispering, “I love you.” His words warm me and my gaze follows him as he walks away. I keep looking at Gary. He is all rapt attention, eyes glowing with lust, his posture slightly tilted forward, as if leaning in to the scene he is watching. I can tell that he likes what he sees and it makes me relax even more, ready to enjoy the experience. This is one of my biggest most secret fantasies, to be fucked like this, used like this, on display for everyone to see. People pass by, some stay and look for a while, some participate by stroking a hand over my skin, caressing the curve of my hip, fondling a breast, tweaking a nipple. The sensation of it is exquisite, making my exposed sex weep. I can feel their eyes on me, but no one has yet taken the blatant invitation marked on my skin. Then, suddenly, a hand is on the inside of my thigh, slowly stroking towards my treasure. I inhale sharply as it reaches my wet petals, calloused fingers slipping and teasing. I raise my head and see an older man gazing down at me. He’s a stranger and the thought of him just taking what normally belongs to someone else, makes me shudder in anticipation. Please, I beg him silently with my eyes. Please just enter me, fuck me, use me, make me feel like a dirty filthy slut. He must have understood my silent plea, because the next thing I know his hard erection is pushing against my opening, slowly entering me, stretching me. I moan through my gag. My head falls back and my gaze locks with Gary’s. His mouth is slightly open and I can see that he is panting with excitement. Between my legs the man in pushing forward bit by bit, his girth wider than Gary’s. Even though I am soaking wet, it’s slow going at first. Finally his pelvis hits mine, and he rests there, letting me feel him deep inside. Then he starts moving, a slow rhythm, pushing in and pulling out, his wide shaft stretching my pussy delectably, the feeling wonderfully salacious. The pleasure is heightened with each stroke. Turned on as I was from the get go, it doesn’t take me long to reach my threshold, hovering there. I tremble in my restraints, trying to hold back my orgasm, to extend the pleasure a little longer. But when he increases almanbahis casino the pace, I lose the battle and topple over the edge, howling into my gag. The older man does not say a word the whole time, doesn’t utter a noise. With a stoic face he keeps fucking me, the same steady rhythm. Around me people are watching us, some daring enough to stroke my skin, fondle my breasts. One short haired female bends down licking my areola, circling my nipple, teasing it to stiffen even further, before going back into the crowd. My pleasure keeps building again, and it doesn’t take long before I once more tip over into ecstasy, my pussy constricting around the plunging cock. That proves too much for the man. With one low groan he pulls out to splatter his seed over my tits and belly. He leaves without saying a word. Another man quickly takes his place between my legs. He’s younger and has a coarser edge to him. With out preamble he shoves his dick deep inside my cunt and starts pounding it hard. It’s pleasure bordering on pain and I realize I like it. I make a mental note to tell Gary to take me this hard sometime and then I lose myself in the sensation of this hard cock driving into me. He has a bulbous head that hits my g-spot at every pass and I know I’m heading towards one of those massive orgasms. I look at Gary; he is leaning so far forward in his armchair he’s practically falling out of it, his hands squeezing the armrests. His eyes are filled with blazing lust. Knowing that he gets off on me being fucked like some whore, makes me lose the last vestiges of control. I let go and fall completely into the sensation. I am a fountain of lust, a receptacle of ecstasy, feeling like a spring, that is winding tighter and tighter, till it snaps. My juices splatter over the man’s groin, when I cum violently, screaming and shaking, my body arching as much as it can, in it’s restrained position. My assailant doesn’t slow down, but increases his speed, hindering me from coming down. I keep trembling, small tremors going through my body. “Fuck, you little horny slut, your pussy really likes my cock,” he growls grabbing my tits, smearing the sperm there into my skin. I can only groan in response, agreeing with him. Yes, my pussy loves his cock. “Want my cum in you, you little slut? Want to be my cum dump?” I moan my assent, longing for the feeling of being filled to the brink. Seemingly impossible, he increases his speed even more and is now driving into me at a frenzied pace. My body quivers with small bursts of blissful elation. With a few last erratic pumps, his cock twitches and fills my pussy with his seed. When he withdraws, I feel it dribbling out of me, running down between my ass cheeks. “She needs more cum,” he states smacking my pussy. “Who’s next?” “I am”, says a wiry man in his twenties. This one lacks both skill and stamina, but it gives me a chance to catch my breath. Dazed, I lie there just letting him jerk his hips till he empties himself inside me. “My turn youngling,” a burly middle-aged man rumbles. “I’ll show you how to properly fuck a cunt like this.” He positions himself, his erection prodding my already soaking pussy, but doesn’t enter, only sliding it through my slippery folds, teasing me, slapping it against my clit. Involuntarily, my hips jerk. He laughs. “Such a cock hungry slut. Still wanting more,” he smirks. “The question is if you want it here…” he enters my cunt, with one quick thrust, making me arch my back, before pulling out, leaving me empty and yearning for more, “or here,” he says, pushing against my rosebud.
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