Oh, my first time!
My wife was amused when my manhood began to bulge under my skirt, and also by how I behaved when she started treating me like a woman. She also enjoyed dominating in bed. We gradually assembled a kit to turn me into a sex slave, or rather, a slave girl. My wife didn't like fussing with ropes and belts to tie me up—it was time-consuming and troublesome, and untying took a lot of time too—so we bought various chains from pet stores, leashes, collars, and from a hardware store we got small self-locking padlocks, and I even managed to buy real handcuffs at a market in St. Petersburg. They became my beloved wife's favorite toy. When the first sex shops opened, we bought all sorts of toys for fun and used them very successfully for variety... Using various vibrators and simulators, we modeled the presence of a third partner, played role-swapping, which I really liked.
At first, my wife jokingly suggested trying an artificial penis on me; I was kind of shy, but using my love for bondage, one day she rather tenderly raped me... After some time, my wife confessed to me that she often fantasized about sex with two men... And just then, a few suitable ads turned up in the newspaper, from which we chose two. One man replied but didn't show up for the meeting; the second letter was from a man younger than us, who wrote that in sex he preferred to deal with older ladies. We wrote to him about my love for having sex in women's clothing and heels, about using S&M paraphernalia, that my wife likes to dominate, about the caresses she enjoys, etc. He didn't mind... even wrote that he sometimes feels bisexual.
In short, we first met on neutral ground, looked each other over, talked, everyone liked it, we discussed various questions about the voluntariness of all actions. He suggested going to his place, his bachelor apartment. There he set the table, we sat, drank good wine, relaxed a bit. Then my wife suggested we should start somehow and ordered me to go change. I was very embarrassed, of course—one thing is to flaunt in women's clothes in front of my wife, another is to appear in a miniskirt and high heels in front of a barely familiar guy—but I did it anyway... To my surprise, everything went well, he gave me a few compliments and convinced my wife to use makeup to complete the look.
Well, then I just soared and calmed down. We sat at the table a bit more, drank some more, my wife asked our partner for permission to talk to me alone. We went out to the host's bedroom, and she says to me—it's time to get down to the business we came here for, I reply that I'm not against it either. And she tells me that she's embarrassed to start with two at once and wants to start with one first; I agreed. Then she asks me to bring her bag from the hallway, I brought it, she takes out our gentleman's kit, which we often use in our games: handcuffs, a collar, a leash-chain, a leather mask, several chains, and self-locking padlocks. I didn't know she had brought all this with her, I was even a bit stunned and got aroused immediately. Well, she says, let's start with you, you love being in captivity, and I like to dominate. She puts my hands behind my back, clicks the handcuffs on my wrists, puts on the collar, attaches the leash to the collar, pulls me to a corner of the bedroom, and fastens the leash to the radiator...
I didn't even have time to object... And my beloved goes to the kitchen and chats about something with the host. After a few minutes, they both come into the bedroom, my wife says—I talked with Volodya (that was our partner's name), he doesn't mind me taking command, so you stand there for now, I'll take care of him. She asks him to stretch his hands out in front of him, puts a short chain on his wrists, clicks the locks, and he whispers quietly to her—just don't hit too hard... My wife laughs—I don't hit anyone at all, everyone submits to me voluntarily, and she looks at me. And I'm standing there like a fool (or like a silly girl) and watching as they start caressing each other, or rather, she unzips his trousers, takes out his already protruding cock and starts stroking and examining it, he kneads her breasts with his bound hands, then they lie on the bed and continue caressing... Then I protested, asked to be freed, my cock is sticking out like a stake... But my little wife answered with a categorical—no! In short, further—more... He kisses her breasts, then her tummy, then goes lower... licks between her legs, and she's all flushed, jerking his cock with her fingers, licking the head...
I see she's already ready to continue. I asked to let me go again. My little wife says to Volodya: wait a minute! She gets up from the bed, takes the keys to the locks from the bag, unfastens HIS chain on his hands, then again takes out a leather mask from the bag, puts it on me and fastens it, so I can't see anything anymore. And she says to me—sorry, darling, I'm embarrassed by you! Further, in short, I only hear them kissing, moaning, the bed creaking for about fifteen minutes, probably... Then silence for another five minutes, then my wife came up to me and says—promise me, darling, that you're not angry with us, otherwise you'll have to stand like that for a long time, and takes the mask off me. Volodya also came up, sorry, he says, that's how it turned out, but your wife wanted it that way herself. I'm standing, silent, probably all red as a lobster from shame, my cock has long since fallen out of my panties, sticking out from under the skirt...
Then they started caressing me, they say, we'll make it up to you, my wife kisses, strokes my cock with her hands, offers Volodya to touch it too... And he didn't refuse, and started touching my cock with one hand, my ass with the other... He gently handles my balls, praising me and my wife, how good we are, liberated, etc. I felt a bit relieved, agreed to my wife's condition, she unhooked me from the radiator, pulled me by the leash to the bed, we lay down already three of us, me in the middle, them on the sides, lying, they caress me... Then Volodya says he wouldn't mind if, as compensation for "moral damage," I fucked him in the ass once, and my little wife said she had long dreamed of seeing how men do it with each other...
They took the handcuffs off me, put Volodya on all fours so it would be easier for me to get to him... lubricated his ass... And as soon as the handcuffs were off, my cock went limp, either from what I'd been through or from surprise... Well, I never imagined I'd be fucking a man! In short, despite all my efforts, my wife's, and Volodya's, nothing worked out for me... Or rather, nothing went in... My wife says—Well, there you go, and I so dreamed of seeing—Let's put the handcuffs on you again. She takes the handcuffs, clicks them on my hands—and miracle!—the cock is sticking out again! My little wife, I see, is aroused again too... And she looks at Volodya with hope—maybe you can do it? Then I say—Do what? And she laughs—Come on, darling, you secretly dreamed of this, it's not for nothing you love dressing up as a woman... come on, try it once, after all, I fucked you with a dildo, you liked it, I noticed!
Well, in short, he moves me back and forth more and more often with his hands, breathes noisier, his cock moves inside me, filling everything, as it seemed to me then... After a few minutes, he came inside me... It got so hot in my ass... and I'm ashamed, and pleased, and I'm shaking all over with the desire to come. Good thing, then my wife touched my cock a couple of times with her hand and I sprayed sperm like I never sprayed in my life... That's the story, it had a continuation over several years...
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