A gift for my wife!

Hello everyone! I’ll tell you a story that turned things up a little and opened up new horizons in my husband and I’s sex life. A little about myself: my name is Alina, I’m 31 years old, I’m a brunette, 172 cm tall, a little plumper in appearance than a model (my husband always said that this is ideal for him), with slightly broad shoulders, a spectacular butt, a typical figure of a tennis player (it’s not for nothing that I played this sport in my youth for 4 years), with a sweet face, slightly plump lips, brown big eyes, actually very pretty face).

So, the story itself! It’s Friday, the middle of the working day, I’m at work, I work as a sales manager in a trading company.

business uniform, today I’m wearing black long-heeled shoes, black stockings, a gray skirt that almost reaches my knees, black underwear, a gray blouse from which is bulging out, my chest is bursting out (my husband says the chest is gorgeous size 3, it’s because of it that he married me, he jokes like that), my hair is pulled back into a braid a little longer than my shoulders. So to speak, a business lady (she liked to call herself that), but in fact an ordinary office plankton... Since Friday coincided with my husband and I’s wedding anniversary, I decided to take time off a little early, the evening promised to be festive, and we also agreed to meet with a friend for an hour over coffee, maybe she would recommend something for a gift to her beloved. I leave work early, run to a friend’s cafe, she’s already waiting for me... Her name is Natalie, unmarried, at 35 it’s time, dyed blonde, short haircut, piercing in the left nostril, a small ring (there was also a piercing in the left nipple on the chest, and in the lower lips, I know from going to the sauna together), a tattoo on the back right shoulder blade (looks impressive when in a bikini), on the left on the back of her leg there is a tattoo in the form of a rose, and many small ones in places such as the lower abdomen, forearm, neck...

She loves tattoos, piercings... I like her, such a provocative woman in the good sense of the word) She offered me many times, knowing that I really like tattoos and piercings, but I never decided, looking so provocative is somehow not for me. In terms of appearance, I take a more strict and neutral position. We have known each other for a long time, since our student years... I always asked myself why she is so beautiful and attractive, not married, although knowing that she is Bi, who tried to seduce me more than once, which in the end did not work out and almost ended our friendship, and she is also partial to all sorts of erotic bondage or whatever they call it... I like the female body, I get aesthetic pleasure, sometimes I even caught myself thinking that I would like to try it with a woman, but right away I drove away all these depraved thoughts, especially since I have always been faithful to my husband. In general, it is not surprising that she is not married, although I am sure that in her sex life she gets everything she wants and much more.

We sat drinking coffee and talked about everything, about work, men, sex... She didn’t even hesitate to tell how her lover fucked a tied-up woman a couple of days ago so that she couldn’t stand on her feet for about ten minutes). Once in a pub I heard her lover jokingly call her “you’re my BDSM girl,” or maybe not jokingly. I didn’t delve into the details, although it was interesting, but time was running out. Somewhere deep inside me there was such a fantasy of being tied up, sweetly tormented, whipped, and then fucked like never before, brutally, like male dogs fuck their bitches, in general, I wanted to be fucked hard and lovingly at the same time... But these are just unrealizable lustful fantasies that are unacceptable for such a woman, a faithful wife like me) I had to run home to prepare for the evening celebration. I asked my friend: Natalie, help me come up with a gift for my husband for our anniversary... She laughed and said: “the best gift for him is you.” And she added: “I mean it in the truest sense of the word.” I didn’t understand what she was talking about... She again: let him tie you up, fuck you, suck everything from his dick, lick his balls, do to him whatever he wants... That will be a gift for him) I thought and said, “he’s not like that, he’s a conservative in sex, at most there are a couple of different positions available, blowjob, cunnilingus, sometimes we lick something sweet from each other’s body, anal sex is generally taboo, although I don’t know if it’s good or not) In short he won’t go that far... We kissed, said goodbye and I ran home.

I open the doors and a voice comes from the room: my love, is that you? Yes, dear, I'm already home. I met with Nata, sat for a while and then ran home. A little about my husband: 34 years old, name Andrey, height 181 cm, brown-haired with short hair, moderately toned, although a small tummy is visible... I take off my shoes, enter the room and I am speechless for 10 seconds and my eyes widen from everything I see...

Slightly dimmed light, curtained windows, the pleasant smell of a scented candle, the freshness of working air conditioning, one wall is completely covered in mirrors, which gives the room more volume, in the middle there is a table about a little more than a meter wide and a little more than half a meter deep, approximately the height of a regular office table, the table supports are fixed to the floor for stability, there are cuffs on the supports (as I already guessed for the arms and legs), there is an oval cutout in the middle of the tabletop (it’s not clear why). The tabletop is covered with a very pleasant material to the touch, the table supports are made of exactly the same material, strictly under the cutout in the tabletop I noticed a shiny ring screwed to the floor... In the far corner of the room, my husband was sitting in a chair and drinking some kind of drink from a glass taken from the coffee table standing next to the chair. Next to the main table against the wall there was a smaller table, when I approached it I was a little horrified... What was there: handcuffs, a collar, a vibrating egg, a vibrator about 22 cm long, a conical anal plug from which continued a long tail similar to a horse (I saw this only in pictures on the internet), a red ball gag, a leather eye mask, some kind of clamps with a chain for which I did not I understood, the seven-tailed whip and many other little things, it’s not clear what, why and why... All this made me feel a little uneasy, but somewhere inside I was curious about what it was all here for. My husband came up with some kind of BDSM-style performance for us in honor of our anniversary. Now a couple of girls and a couple of men will come and there will be a home striptease, a home show with all these attributes. Moreover, he knew about my such desire, I once told him about such a show, I wanted to see it. But I was wrong...

Andrey gets up from his chair and comes up to me, says hello Alina, happy anniversary to you, beloved, and gently kisses me on the lips. I ask him what is all this for? He answers, you’ll find out everything now and takes the handcuffs, puts my hands behind my back and snaps them there. I feel awkward, uncomfortable, I take a couple of steps, it’s somehow unusual when my hands are handcuffed behind my back. My husband comes close to me and says: if you don’t say a word within five minutes, I will take this as consent to all further actions, if you are afraid of something and don’t want to say it, and we will immediately finish everything without starting. He starts kissing me harder and harder, almost into a hickey, then he pulls back a little and asks how I feel, simultaneously looking at his watch. The kiss makes me feel very good. I tell him that this kiss is not the same as always, maybe it’s sharper, my hands cuffed behind me give a pleasant discomfort, helplessness, and from this my lower abdomen begins to ache a little. He kisses me again more deeply, passionately, more roughly, and at the same time, with his hand from behind, he pulls my head back by my beautiful braided braid. He looked at his watch and said, “That’s it, dear, time is up, you didn’t answer me.” What could I answer to my husband?! I trust him, I love him, he won’t do anything bad to me. My curiosity and slight excitement exceeded. I was ready for the fact that he would now fuck me hard on this very table, and I myself don’t mind how quickly I gave in, I thought, because in my fantasies I wanted to be fucked so hard, brutally, tied up by my beloved man. But my man did not prepare for me exactly what I expected...

My husband walked around me from behind, took something from the table, it was a collar, he carefully put it on me from behind, there was a small ring in front of the collar. I thought, they put a collar on it like on a dog, but I didn’t even squeak, and something pleasantly twitched below, some kind of pleasant excitement appeared, unknown to me before. Holding me by the shoulders from behind, he turns me around, hooks a leash around the ring in my collar and leads me to the table. Now I'm like a dog being walked on a leash, I thought. He walked around the table a couple of times, leading me a little, and brought me close to the table. Face the table. He bent down, spread my legs as wide as possible and attached them to the cuffs that were on the bottom of the table supports, then he walked around me and gently pulled the leash, I bent over so that my head just ended up and rested directly on the groin of my beloved. And I understood why an oval cutout in the tabletop was needed, my size 3 breasts fell in there like my own. I also thought how prudent everything was, so as not to create discomfort, no matter what pressure on the chest. But it turned out later that not only for this, but more on that later.

I am lying on the table with my chest down, my legs are wide apart and well fixed, my hands are handcuffed behind me, my legs can be moved a maximum of 1-2 cm, and if I apply force, I am comfortable, but my movements are very limited, I am starting to get a little excited. My husband stands in front of me, squats down, lifts my head by the chin with his hand, looks into my eyes... I tell him I’m starting to like this game, I want you to fuck me right now. He sharply gives me a slight slap in the face with his right hand (not so much painful as offensive) and says now nothing depends on you, keep your opinion to yourself, I will decide when and who to fuck you and whether to fuck you at all today. From such words, from the offensive slap in the face, I went a little crazy, opened my mouth to object to something, and he immediately inserted a red ball gag into me and quickly tightened it on the back of my head so that I would not have time to push it out of my mouth. My eyes are surprised, enlarged, I’m ready to interrupt the game, the excitement has gone away. And he tells me this so that you don’t talk and tell me when and how to fuck you. I tried to mumble something, but to no avail. On the contrary, my mooing seemed to amuse him. I tried to stand on my bound legs, since my hands cuffed behind my back still theoretically gave me such an opportunity, but my beloved, with a little pressure on my back, quickly returned me to my starting position. My husband stood in front of my face, pulled me from behind by the braid, gave me a couple of slaps in the face, saying this to you for trying to get up, the slaps were not painful, rather offensive, ringing, I chuckled to myself and, relaxing, lowered my head down, resigning myself to my piquant, captive position. Directing my gaze downwards, I again saw this ring in the floor just under my chest. And what is it for, why did he attach it to the floor, was spinning in my head. But that was just the beginning...

I lie there and think what kind of nonsense is this, I’m a modest girl here doggy style chained to the table with a gag in my mouth and my husband doesn’t even fuck me?! He takes off the handcuffs with the key, I think that’s it, that’s all he wanted, yeah, I was daydreaming...) He takes off the handcuffs, begins to undress me... He pulls off my blouse, leaving only my black bodice, but he already cuffs my hands in front to the front legs of the table by the same cuffs. He does the same with my skirt, freeing one leg and then the other and then returning them to their original position. I’m lying on this table as before, only the difference is that my hands are fixed in front and I’m wearing only underwear, stockings, panties, a bra, and that’s it... I immediately feel the pleasant material of the table upholstery on my naked body. He comes up to my face and asks if I want something to drink? I nod my head. He says that he will remove the gag if I remain silent, so that I don’t say anything, for the next while I forbid you to talk, he will give you something to drink and then return the gag to its place. I nod my head. He takes off the gag, I lick my lips, strain my jaw from the unfamiliarity of constantly having this red-scarlet ball in my mouth, drink orange juice through a straw from the glass in his hand, nod my head and he understands that it’s time to return the gag to its place. Then he sat down in a chair and lit a cigarette, for about five minutes I looked at him and tried to predict what he had in store for me next...

He ​​got up from the chair and went to the table with his belongings, took a knife from it and came up to me, began to run it along my back, butt, thighs, ran it a couple of times along my cheek, neck... I shuddered from the cold steel. Then he slides the knife under the bra straps and sharply cuts them off, one under the other. I shuddered a little; this was not cheap underwear. Seeing in the mirror how vulgarly my breasts were hanging out, I would even say boobs, but that’s how boobs fall out, I felt a little ashamed in front of my husband, but he didn’t even pay attention to it. Now they were hanging out there below, free from the bra. Looking in the mirror I thought, yes, but my breasts are what I need, it’s not for nothing that my friends were jealous of me in my student years. Oddly enough, I predicted that he would do the same with the panties. A moment and here I am in only stockings, my panties fly away to the same place as my bra. He takes panties from the bedside table, but they are leather, shows them to me and asks if I like them. As for me, there is nothing unusual, but just where the anal passage is, there is a slot for access to the entrance itself, and where the vagina is all tight, I didn’t attach any importance to this, and it’s not clear what the fasteners on the sides of the panties are for, but as I later realized, it’s very convenient to take them off and put them on when your legs are well secured.

He ​​says I'll try them on soon. He comes up from behind and starts caressing my back, kneading my buttocks, squeezing roughly, I would even say, but that’s exactly what I want today. He passes his hand over my pussy a couple of times, it becomes moisturized, then bends down and a couple of times, juicily, sweetly, almost deeply, kisses me on the hottest spot at that moment. He comes up from the front, roughly kneads my breasts with his hands from below, presses and pulls my nipples with his fingertips, it hurts me a little, but at the same time it’s sweetly pleasant. Excitement is gradually starting to cover me again. He goes around me again, takes out a vibro-egg from his pocket and slowly begins to push it into my sweet cave, having done his job, he puts on those leather panties for me, and accordingly they began to hold that same vibro-egg very tightly. Approaching me from the front, he defiantly takes out the remote control, turns it on to the middle level and it gives me a shock of surprise. I jerked my arms and legs, but I couldn’t move them more than a centimeter. I could lift my chest a little, arching, but this, as it turned out later, was also not for long. Erotic stories After five minutes, I begin to moan languidly, already well aroused. He reduces the speed to a minimum, leaving only a sweetly aching sensation, takes an anal plug with a tail from the table and shows it to me. I think oh my God, I’ve never had anal sex before, I won’t be able to accept it, and I don’t want it, and I start shaking my head to the sides. He stops my head by the chin with his hand and a couple of ringing, gentle slaps in the face make me shake my head neither left nor right, but up and down, thereby showing my consent, i.e. yes, I’m ready to accept this tail with a plug, which at first glance is large in size).

He ​​comes around from behind, smears the plug with gel and slowly begins to insert it into my little virgin hole. It hurts a little, but it's tolerable. He says if it hurts too much, clench your fist on your left hand, give a sign, I’ll endure it, I’ll endure it, I won’t give up). A couple of minutes of effort and the plug will go in completely, as if the butt had sucked up the plug, only the tail is visible. He throws this tail on my back and enjoys how it slowly falls off my back and hangs between my legs. I look in the mirror and remind myself of a horse, a tail from behind, a crucified horse on a table. It looks very impressive from the outside. You come up to my face, bend over, turn the egg on full from the remote control, I start to shake with excitement, the plug with the tail plays its role, I start to twitch little by little, my throat dries up, my ears burn, strong excitement comes over me. I feel the first drops of my juice roll down my thigh. I’m starting to growl a little, but you slow down again, bringing me to the peak and not allowing me to cum, putting the egg in minimum mode. You pull down your pants and underpants and your 20 cm handsome man jumps out in front of me, already in a semi-erect state, well-groomed, short-cropped pubis, not too bad, smelling of some kind of gel. This handsome guy is two centimeters from my lips. Oh God, how I want to take him into my mouth now and then for him to enter me, how I want to suck him, greedily, I want him to go into my throat up to the balls, I want to feel the taste of sperm mixed with my saliva...

It's just a fuck-up, how I want it, if I weren't tied up, I would pounce on him like a wild bitch, I would suck it all out, that's how I was excited. I don’t want a blowjob, a tender, delicious blowjob, I want to suck him wildly... And he’s still a bastard, teasing me in front of my face, I can’t move my head forward a centimeter closer, and he’s a bitch and he won’t even let me touch him... does he want me to beg him?! How? I have a gag... And then he asks, do you want to put it in your mouth? I wildly start shaking my head up and down. Today you will behave obediently, you will do everything I tell you today, I can fuck you as much as I want, where I want, with what I want? Out of crazy excitement, I nod my head up and down, ready to do anything just so that he would give it to me in my mouth. I’m already screaming, give it to me, bitch, and because of the gag, only a pitiful moo appears in my mouth) He! Okay, he takes off the gag and gives me only the head in my mouth, a vibrating egg in my pussy, the head of my beloved’s penis in my mouth, mmmm, I’m enjoying myself. I’ve never sucked anything tastier, sweeter in my life, my thighs are already wet, I’m actually dripping... But I want him to go deeper, deeper into my mouth.

And then he takes me by the back of my head and each time begins to give it to me deeper, more. Centimeter by centimeter, more and more it hides in my mouth. I suck him like crazy, jerking him with my arms and legs. And he pushed his handsome man deeper and deeper into my throat, it was a little unpleasant when he began to get too deep in my throat, drool began to flow, he saw this and slowed down the pace, entering my mouth with his handsome man a little more than halfway. I feel my orgasm approaching. He stopped and we both came. He copiously filled my mouth with his sperm, I swallowed what I could, a couple of drops ran down my chin. My thighs are wet from my secretions, and a couple of streaks shine in the light. He asks are you okay dear, I nod my head, I remember his request not to talk, I’m in seventh heaven. Well, he kisses me perfectly, strongly, very strongly for a long time, despite my streaks of sperm on my face, and immediately returns the gag to my mouth without even letting me drink a little... I think, what a bitch... Why is that?! At least he wiped the cum off his face. On the contrary, he removes a couple of drops with his finger and smears it on my nose, above my lip. Does he want the smell of his sperm to follow me?). And he says, when you have my sperm on your face, you look more depraved and lustful, not like a business lady, I like it better)).

After a couple of minutes of catching his breath, he comes up, takes an eye mask and begins to put it on me. I silently shout stop, stop, we didn’t agree like that. I want to see everything, but in fact we didn’t agree at all... Although no, I nodded my head that I agreed to everything, what a fool. I’m angry again that no one asked me, they blindfolded me... The excitement passes and begins to torment me again, they fucked me in the mouth like the last bitch, filled my whole mouth and face with sperm, and the most embarrassing thing is that I screamed to myself in my thoughts that I wanted this... I reassured myself that this was my husband, the sperm of my beloved, and again that I really liked all this...

Nothing happened for 10-15 minutes, complete silence, I thought that now I would untie it. But it turns out that he, the bastard, was filming me all this time with a video camera, with a tail sticking out of my ass, fucked in the mouth, with dried sperm on my face, with a gag and a bandage, with my hands and feet shackled. I found out about this video later, closer to the end of all the events...

After 10-15 minutes, my husband comes up to me and asks, do you want to drink? I nod! He says, now I will give you something to drink, but today is the last time, today you will not drink anything else except my sperm, do you understand me? I was a little taken aback by my husband’s words, there was a delay, but I nodded to him in agreement, so as not to get a couple of slaps in the face again. He takes off the gag and gives me regular water through a straw from a glass. Having quenched his thirst, he quickly returns the gag to its place. Damn, and about the sperm, I should wipe it off, it dries on my face, tightens my skin... It’s like he reads my thoughts, he says either jokingly or seriously, sperm is good for the skin. He kisses me very tenderly through the ball gag, reaching a little to my lips, collecting a little of my saliva from the gag, and his dried sperm...) Probably this gesture was something more, to show that he likes me the way that he does not disdain me... And I was very pleased from such a kiss, very, very! He leaves...

I hear my husband taking something from the table, it was those clamps that I didn’t know what they were for. Two nipple clamps with tips that are pleasant to the touch are connected to each other by a half-meter steel chain. He comes up to me from the side of my head, squats down and pinches one nipple, then the other, pinches not very tightly, but enough to make a serious effort so that they fly off, i.e. if you pull hard they won’t fly off, the pain in the nipples themselves will only increase a little. Considering that my nipples are very sensitive, I even had an orgasm a couple of times when my husband sucked them in, kissed them, pinched them, playing with my breasts, I experienced another wildly pleasant, unfamiliar sensation, especially when he started pulling on the chain. “Men, give more of your attention to female nipples, some of them are very sensitive.” Then he takes a small chain with two carabiners at the ends, pushes this chain through that treasured ring in the floor and connects it with the chain from the nipple clamps, makes a fairly strong stretch and now my breasts are stretched straight to the floor. Now I finally understand what this ring is for). The tension is so strong that when I arch my back upward, I immediately feel pain in my nipples, well, not so much as pain, but pleasant colic, as if someone was slightly biting me on the nipple, and if I jerk higher, it turns out to be biting and pulling a little harder.

All this means that I don’t have the opportunity to move my back, my chest up, to arch, so to speak. Naturally, I didn’t see all of this, I only felt it because the mask was tightly tightened on my face. I already learned all this after watching the video my husband filmed. And the final touch, he takes another chain with carabiners, snaps one end into the ring in front of my collar, threads the other end through the ring in the floor and tightens it so much that I can’t lift my head up even a centimeter, and naturally, with such a stretch, the carabiner snaps into place. I’m in such a splayed position that if you take off my mask, all I’ll see is breasts, not even breasts, but two gorgeous tits that stretch as far as possible to the floor. Sweet itching in the nipples, helplessness, limited movement of the arms, legs, even the head, the inability to see or say anything, the inability to close my jaw because of the gag, a slightly dry throat, even this tail, in the video it really looks scary how sexy... From this state and the understanding that I don’t belong to myself now, that in fact anyone can come into this room and fuck me, see me even in this position... My pride is completely crushed, I was swallowed up by lust, excitement, the passion of the unknown... What if he now invites someone to fuck me, goes out into the street, makes an agreement with the first person he meets, sells me for a hundred bucks and he fucks me, and I don’t even understand that it was someone else, unless of course he has a penis not much larger or smaller than mine... I already call my husband’s penis mine) Yes, it’s mine, and only mine) But from such thoughts, from Such helplessness begins to overwhelm me with a strong, very strong excitement! In another 5-10 minutes I’ll cum myself, you don’t even need to touch me... Tugging my breasts up, stimulating my nipples, that’s what happened, I came again, for the 2nd time today, I started leaking again... Damn, he saw it all and pulled the chain from my nipples even stronger, now I feel pain in my nipples, tolerable, but pain... Slowly I’m getting used to this pain and it seemed to me that for a couple of minutes I flew away somewhere, passed out, immersed in something else... I’ve never experienced anything like this, I like my situation now!

I jerked my legs, arms, no options, still well fixed, tried to raise my head, it was no use, took a deep breath, immediately colic in the nipples, fixed it so “Mom, don’t worry,” I thought. I feel him from behind, playing with my tail, and the tail is already mine, and the tail is mine for today, my organ. What a gorgeous tail you have, he says. If it were up to me, I would force you to always walk with him, you look amazing with him, gorgeous slender legs, a gorgeous hypnotizing butt and tail, you are my filly, I love you... From his lips, the filly even sounds like a compliment. He takes off these magical leather panties from me... I finally thought, now I will get his dick, he will fuck me properly! But no, he takes a vibrator, the tip of which, when turned on, rotates around its axis and vibrates itself, 22 cm in length. He begins to slowly plunge him into my cave, centimeter by centimeter he completely enters me. If it weren’t for the gag, I would have screamed, it feels like it’s reaching my tonsils). He puts the panties back in place, fastens them and they tightly hold this artificial unit on batteries in my vagina). I feel like I was impaled). He comes up from the front, unfastens the leash from my collar from the ring in the floor, lifts my head, removes the gag, I stretch my jaw, and suddenly turns on the vibrator at min speed. A sharp aaaaaa comes out of my mouth... which is how I earned myself two slaps in the face.

Having slapped me in the face, he says, we agreed without making a sound... This vibrator is driving me crazy, spreading my toes and hands, opening my mouth so much that I thought the vibrator would come out from the other side. I’ve never taken a longer member of my husband into myself, but here it is... Without thinking, my husband inserts his handsome younger brother into my mouth. He takes me by the head with both hands and begins to fuck me in the mouth, sometimes deeper, sometimes less, sometimes only 3-4 centimeters... Thank God, although not the entire length, I thought. A vibrator paired with an anal plug and a tail simply tore me apart from behind. My husband was tearing me apart from the front with his device. Here he takes off my mask with one hand and looks into my lustful, surprised eyes. I feel like I won’t last this long... So it is, after 5-7 minutes I get an even stronger orgasm, already the 3rd one today. My husband abruptly pulls his penis out of my mouth and cums right on my face, the sperm gets on my forehead, cheeks, nose, a little in my open mouth, chin... But I don’t care anymore. He turns off the vibrator, I lower my head down, but he sharply pulls my braid up and spits heartily in my face. I was taken aback, I told him, this is too much, this is too much. To which he abruptly inserts the gag back into me, tightens it, I try to mumble something but it’s no use. He says I didn’t allow you to talk and for this you will be punished. He puts a mask on me, over the sperm, again without even wiping it off, fastens my head back with tension to the ring in the floor and says, get ready, my love, and leaves...

I was very offended by my husband, for his spitting, for his vulgar, impudent spitting right in my face. Not only did he come on purpose, purposefully in my face, but even after all this he just spit... What did he want to show me by this? Humiliate, show that I'm a lustful bitch, what...? To humiliate me in front of someone, since we were alone, everything was visible in the mirrors, to add some kind of charm, to emphasize my helplessness? He achieved it!

He ​​takes the seven-tailed whip from the table, comes up behind me, and tugs the tail a couple of times. I decided to admire it again... And he says this is your punishment for starting to talk. Holy shit, he spat in my face, and even a punishment?! He turns on the monster vibrator, which is still inside me, to a minimum, swings and hits the left buttock. I jumped up in surprise, there was immediate pain in my nipples, the chains began to jingle, a long grunt escapes me from the gag... The blow is not as painful as it is unexpected, a little burning, 5-7 seconds and I don’t feel the blow, it passes quickly, leaving a small reddish mark, but I understand that it is possible to hit much more painfully. This is what stresses me out, the uncertainty of what the next blow will be and where?! He understands how to whip me! 10 seconds pass, a blow to the right buttock, to the back... Alternating my blows, during which each time I flinch, twitch, feel colic in my nipples, each blow is felt by my pinched nipples, and the excitement rolling in again. The turned on vibrator paired with a plug makes itself felt. Having received thirty such total blows, he takes off my panties, takes out the vibrator, a 10-second pause and I receive a blow from bottom to top on my wet, hot, tired pussy. This blow was so unexpected, so penetrating, so much so that it reached my tonsils). The second blow, the third, the fifth, the tenth... He throws the whip and begins to masturbate my pussy strongly, roughly with his hand... Naturally I cum... for the 4th time today! This is how I think punishment... I wish I could have such “severe” punishments more often in my life).

I let out a languid moo... Then deeper, even deeper, again and again... somehow he’s not as hot as always. But I still feel good. Here he gets me to the bottom, so to speak. He pushes me further, it hurts me a little. Something is wrong... And then I understand that it is a phallus, again an artificial penis. Why is he doing this? Why not yours? Having slightly reduced the depth of penetration, he probably understands that I am uncomfortable like this, and begins to fuck me with it. With a sharp movement he takes my braid in his hand, twists it around his fist and tightens it, I arch my neck, my head actually goes back, I immediately feel those damned clamps on my nipples... The next orgasm rolls over me, I couldn’t imagine that holding my braid with my hand like that, pulling it back, thereby increasing the tension on my nipples, could turn me on like that again. I’ve already finished cooking when I feel someone’s hands on my

head. Someone in front of me took my head with his hands, covering my ears. Oh my God! I'm panicking, we're not alone, what the fuck? And from behind, the pace only intensifies. But the fear that we are not alone, that there is a third, does not allow me to cum. But I’m at the limit, wild excitement makes me retreat, I don’t care anymore, fuck me, what can I do, except relax and cum once again! These were my husband's hands!!!

My husband says, darling, do you trust me? I can’t even nod, someone is pulling my braid from behind. Without waiting for my answer, he speaks. Relax and have fun, I'll take off the gag now and you'll give me a good blow job, do you understand? I think the asshole finally gave me to someone, who is it, maybe a call boy? Better that way than some acquaintance of his. He wants to make me a whore, I'll give it to him. I don’t care, I’m relaxing, let him fuck me from behind, especially since he fucks me quite well, albeit with an artificial penis, better than my asshole, again, I’m as angry as a dog... He wants to suck him off, I’ll blow him off, take off this gag already... He takes off the gag and puts his fallen dick in my mouth. I start sucking, just in this case trying to give a good, high-quality blowjob, he slowly gets up, gets stronger, no longer fits in my mouth... Oh yes, how I love blowjobs, I love to lick and caress his shaft. And from behind come all the dynamic, methodical blows in my cave! An orgasm rolls over me again. The dick in my mouth replaces the gag, I can’t say anything, and I wouldn’t dare, I’ve already talked enough today. Now I'm going to cum, ahhh, mommies...

But the blows of that same whip fall on me, on my back, oh horror, I twitch, my nipples begin to ache, from behind I pull the braid even stronger, the orgasm goes away... For about five minutes I'm freaking out, everything is hard, drool is flowing down my chin, my husband began to go deep into my throat like never before, I thought he was going to vomit... But then the blows suddenly stop, my husband stopped fucking me in the mouth, but half of his penis is still in my mouth. From behind, the stranger takes out his penis, squats down, puts his head between my legs and begins to give me copious, juicy, delicious cunnilingus. So tenderly, so sweetly, efficiently, with great skill, licking every fold, penetrating as deep as possible with your tongue. My husband has never done this to me. Oh God, divine cunnilingus... My lower lips had never experienced such zigzags of a stranger’s tongue. The stranger worked with his tongue over my cave for about 10 minutes. I’m about to cum... My husband asks the stranger to speed up... I feel the tongue going as deep into me as possible, then a sweet, gentle suction with the stranger’s hot lips into my lower lips, clitoris... I’m cumming, My husband cums right in my mouth, I swallow everything in two gulps, not a drop is missed... I’m having a blast, my 5th orgasm today! My husband takes our dick out of my mouth, puts the gag back and says. My dear smart girl, I love you! He fastens the chain to my collar, puts my head back under tight tension, and leaves.

No one touched me for about 20 minutes, I only heard some inaudible whispering. I hear steps, someone approaches from behind, I hear several clicks of the camera. Throw the tail over the back, click again, to one side, click. The goats decided to take a picture of me?! (Чувствую нежное поглаживание по попе, спине, киске… Руки теплые! Опят его голова ныряет мне между ног, начинает ласкать своим язычком мне мою изнеможённую кисулю) По технике догадываюсь, этом мой муж… немного не аккуратно, немного грубо работает язычком, не так как до этого выполнил незнакомец, но с огромной любовью, старается, может хочет загладить свою вину за тот плевок! Постепенно мне все равно становится приятно). И он что лижет после того как там побывал незнакомец? Очередной плюсик любимому за не брезгливость). Пипец, я опять возбуждаюсь, в который раз за сегодня. Вот он наконец то приставляет свой прибор к моей пещерке, ура, решился все таки сегодня трахнуть свою жену! Начинает понемногу вводить, о да, это он, горячий, толстый, любимый, мой… Как я люблю когда он там) Методичными движениями он трахает меня сзади, как же хорошо, давай, сильней, достань мне до самих гланд, оу, глубже, еще, ах, ааааа… как же хорошо. Быстрей, сильней, мaмoчка, ааааа…

Я на седьмом небе. Ни один член такого со мной не делал (а что у меня их было, мужа член третий за всю жизнь, незнакомца четвертый, да ну того незнакомца). Я на седьмом небе. Муж сбавляет темп. Я слышу спереди подходит незнакомец! Отстегнув цепь от ошейника, дав мне возможность приподнять голову, муж сразу же схватившись за мою косу потянул мою голову назад! Опять он усиливает темп. Я рычу, крыхчу… Знаю что сейчас будет! Сейчас незнакомец снимет мне кляп и я ему отсосу, или он оттрахает меня в рот так как последний раз трахал меня мой муж, а может просто нежный минетик на пол члена, или просто полизать яйца). Я готова была уже к этому, да и хотела этого. Похотливую суку которая течет сделал с меня мой муж сегодня. Ну давай уже, снимай кляп да вставляй уже свой член мне в рот, думала я! Незнакомец берет своими руками меня за голову, просовывает свои пальцы между лямтиков моей маски, руки не такие уже холодные, приятные, теплые… Блять… Я чувствую ногти его, чуть ли не вонзает мне в голову. Пипец, это не мужские руки, женские! Это она, незнакомка… У меня страх, стыд… А муж долбит меня сзади! Она срывает маску! Пиздец!!! Это моя лучшая подруга Н… ! У меня округляются глаза, я начинаю истерично мычать в кляп. Меня, мое лицо заливает краской, краснючая как рак, мне стыдно пипец, я ненавижу себя в этот момент, ненавижу мужа что так допустил…

На ней был одет кожаный, поддерживающий открытый лиф, соски грудей отчетливо торчали вперед, красовался пирсинг на левом сосочке, кожаный пояс и черные кожаные чулки. Все, больше ничего.

Рядом с ней была видеокамера, она включила на запись и начала снимать мое лицо, а муж не переставал трахать меня сзади! Лицо мое красное от стыда, в сперме, слюнях. М… не пугайся, говорит она, ты прекрасна в таком положении, ты восхитительна, сексуальна, очаровательна… Ты даже не представляешь как это все тебе идет! Ты главная героиня, ты богиня, ты умница. Видела бы ты себя со стороны, как ты охуенна! Она наклонилась ко мне, держа в правой руке камеру, левой, нежно взяв меня за голову и начала целовать, в кляп, в область там где соединялся кляп и губы, в нос, в лоб… Я пыталась отстраниться но муж хорошо держал меня за косу. Она, фу-фу-фу, сказала, попробовав на вкус засохшую сперму с моего лица. Почему он не вытер, я же ему говорила, прошептала она… Что это все значит, подумала я?! Не отворачивайся зайка, я тебе сейчас сниму кляп а ты ни слова, если хоть слово возьму тот страппон, указала на него, и оттрахаю тебя туда где у тебя сейчас хвост! Можно я ее трахну в зад, спрашивает она у моего мужа! Тот, без проблем, если хоть слово скажет! Do you understand me? Кивни! Муж отпускает меня за косу и я киваю. Это я тебя им трахала, а ты даже не почувствовала разницы наверное между настоящим, да?) Куни тоже я тебе сделала, ты думала какой то мачо, нет я, разве тебе не понравилось? Она просит моего мужа ускорится, снимает кляп и впивается в мои губы, которые в сперме, сильным, засосным поцелуем. Не отпуская мою голову, высасывая меня изнутри, так может целовать только женщина, я кончаю в 6-й раз… Сказать что мне был неприятен ее поцелуй не могу, скорее приятен чем нет. Она отстраняется от меня, муж сзади кончив в меня выходит из влагалища, я опустив голову, пытаюсь отдышаться!

Минут 10-ть дав мне отдышаться Н… подходит ко мне, за косу подымает мою голову и приставляет свой левый сосок с пирсингом к моим губам! Он на расстоянии миллиметров! Хочешь поцеловать, полизать, всосать в себя хочешь? Спрашивает она! Я же видела как ты смотрела на меня в сауне, хочешь ведь. Я замотала головой. Она встает, а так и приставляет на такое же близкое расстояние свою киску! Хочешь ее полизать, хочешь ее вылизать? Зайка, ты ведь хочешь этого, говорит она! А киска у нее шикарная, на верхних губах по колечку, небольшое колечко в клиторе, на лобке тонкая узкая стрела с коротеньких волосиков, уходящая вверх к животику! Мне нравилась она, приятно маняще пахнущая! Я ведь тебе вылизала, сделай подруге своей приятно! Еще бы секунда и я сдалась бы от такого вида в миллиметрах от моего лица, я готова была на нее набросится своими губами как на член своего мужа! Но тут муж сказал! Н… хватит на сегодня, она не готова еще к твоим лесбийским штучкам! Н… прошептала мне, ладно, но я тебе обещаю, ты сделаешь это, будешь еще ее просить, будишь хотеть ее как член своего мужа, вот увидишь детка) Сказав это она отошла! Мдя подумала я, я еще и скрытая биссексуалка что ли, ну уж нет. Не дождешься подруга!

Первым делом муж снял манжеты с рук, Н… освободила меня сзади от хвоста, потом муж аккуратно отстегнул зажимы с сосков. Когда отстегивал было больно, приподняв меня на ноги начал ласкать мои сосочки своим горячим язычком и ртом. Три минутки и боли как и не было! Отстегнув манжеты муж вместе с Н… поддерживая меня усадили в кресло. На ногах я сама стоять не могла,, ноги тряслись, руки тряслись, между ног было такое ощущение что меня оттрахала бригада строителей. Попа не могла привыкнуть от отсутствия анальной пробки. Было такое ощущение что руку можно туда засунуть) Сев в кресло А… дал мне пол стакана какой то жидкости. Выпив ее я поняла что это вискарь. Десять минут посидев, почувствовав как вискарь начинает действовать А… сказал. Можешь говорить М… на сегодня сеанс закончен) С годовщиной тебя любимая, люблю тебя! И я тебя люблю, ели выговорила я! Я глянула на часы, прошло часов 6-ть как я зашла в эту комнату.

Немного отдохнув муж заговорил. Любимая так как тебе понравился мой подарок? Я немного смущенно, так как мы ведь были не одни, отвечаю неуверенно да! А тебе, я так поняла это и мой подарок тебе? He! Конечно, ты ведь могла все в начале остановить! Это Н… такой сценарий придумала, это все от нее, атрибуты все. Вот сучка подумала я! Изначально не было в сценарии что она тебя будет трахать страппоном, она хотела просто немного посмотреть, но я в процессе немного изменил сценарий, надеюсь ты меня простишь. Ты ведь знаешь насколько ты ей нравишься) А я такой возможности и зрелища не мог пропустить) Я смущенная, опять краснею перед Н… Она видит мое смущение и говорит, М… ты была шикарна, ты бесподобная в этой роли. Протягивает мне камеру, на посмотришь потом. Я говорю мужу, А… ну сделай хоть Н… кофе, все таки она гостья, я пока еще не совсем на ногах могу стоять. Попив кофе, перекинувшись еще пару впечатлениями мы пошли спать. Н… осталась у нас, постелили ей в гостиной, а я с мужем завалились в своей спальне!

Так мы отметили свою годовщину свадьбы! Так не совсем по своей воле мне открылся другой мир секса, мир БДСМ. С тех событий прошел месяц, мы встречались с Н… , общались, как всегда сплетничали, про тот случай практически не вспоминали. Но меня что-то внутри терзало, мучало, чем больше времени проходило с тех событий, тем больше я ловила себя на мысли что я хочу опять оказаться на том столе, связанная, раскоряченная, оттраханная.

Через несколько дней звонит ко мне Н… и говорит. Привет М… , я сейчас на даче живу, приезжайте ко мне на выходные, отдохнем, природа, шашлык. Мне скучно тут самой. Я спросила своего мужа, он с радостью согласился, ну и я собственно тоже. Вот мы едем уже к Н… на дачу, но что — то мне подсказывает что-то не так, что-то Н… задумала. А меня эта непонятная неизведанность так и тянет, манит. Но это уже совсем другая история!