Lindsey
I never would expect to feel so comfortable waking up naked, resting on the chest of my best friends husband while she made breakfast. Well, I never thought I’d wake up naked resting on the chest of my best friends husband while she made breakfast. Though, I must say, if you get the chance to try it, it is quite blissful. Tyler sat reading while he sipped coffee. He was a specimen. Tyler makes high end, environmentally responsible homes. He came from little, his father was a mechanic, hard working, much like Tyler. HE was killed by a drunk driver walking home. That was Thursday, on Monday, 15 year Tyler showed up at Samford Home Renovations with a resume in hand. Now he is a co-owner of Samford and Son, the company responsible for building half of the multimillion dollar homes here in the Seattle area. His hands are calluses, his muscles toned and his mind sharp. He’s the whole package and I see why he fell for tori. She is an intelligent bold and intuitive woman. She’s the brains behind his move into the high end markets. And she is the best CFO Tyler could have asked for. Together they are a force to be reckoned with. It didn’t hurt that halfway through their first date Tori informed Tyler that there weren’t any panties under her dress, and that there was an alleyway with their name on it just around the corner. The two have been insatiable horn dogs ever since. Not me though. My parents were rowdy and passionate when they met, and when they made me. But that resulted in my mom raising me alone. Dad left when things got hard and I never saw him again. So when I went to college I was looking for a stable relationship. Something boring and dependable. I got boring, didn’t seem to come with the dependable part. I can’t really blame Andrew though. To be honest I’m rooting for him. He comes from a bible thumping farm town in Idaho. He’s got a lot to sort through. The last thing he needs is me trying to make it all about my hurt. Still, I needed time. I WAS hurt. I had tried so hard to make him happy. That’s how Tori and I became so open with one another. Nothing I did worked. Maybe that’s why I overall haven’t been that impacted from the change. In some ways it is a relief, it really wasn’t my fault! To be honest, I think I may have needed a bit of sexual freedom as well. Not even a month has passed and I went from missionary once a month to three orgasms from two parters in one night. Who knows what the real me really looks like! All I know is my mom is happy to watch Noah for a few days while I figure it all out. I loved being a housewife, but I fucking adored everything that happened last night.
“Well good morning frisky!”
Tyler’s deep voice brings to it my attention that while I daydreamed my hands were massaging his thigh... and other things. I found my fingers wrapped around a semi, that was quickly reaching full mast.
“Is she up?”
“Yeah honey!”
Tori burst into the room in a silk robe, mostly open. In fact, a little too open for all the large windows in her apartment. She is whisking something in a bowl and I suddenly get the urge smother it all over her body and lick it off.
“Hey Z, how you doing.”
“I’m good.. tired.” My mind suddenly aware my hand is wrapped around her man’s cock.
“I bet, last night was something else! Do you remember how many times we came?”
Her comfortableness took me aback. I guess this was how we were, when we were younger, stealing her dads porn, trying to fuck guys.. puberty was like this. The more I saw my mom in me, the more i craved normalcy. By the time we graduated high school I felt weird talking about anything more than going on dates with guys. I was quite prudish. Look where it got me.
“I think between you and your husband i don’t have enough fingers to count.”
“Especially not mid hand job.” I turn and see that the tenting has exposed my firm grip on the... elephant in the room. I pull my hand away and feel the flush of embarrassment colour my cheeks.
“No Z, it’s okay… It’s more than okay. I didn’t think you were as comfortable with Tyler as you are with me. And so I though you guys should have some alone time to get acquainted on a more… intimate level. If that means some good ol’ missionary, or some deep conversations, I don’t care, as long as I can fuck both of you later today. Okay?”
“Okay” and with that the door was shut, and I am alone. My nakedness all the sudden becomes quite apparent and I begin to shut down. Maybe I really am just some boring girl from Idaho who can’t even keep her husband straight. I hear a clap as Tyler closes his book and grabs my chin. He turns me to lock eyes with him and we stare deeply for what felt like hours. Tyler studies me, it’s as if he is downloading my aura. Suddenly he kisses me, not in a carnal or domineering manor. In a tender, restrained way, like when he realised I couldn’t take his thrusting last night so he pulled back and let me get my bearings. I don’t know that I’d ever been with a man who considered me this well, certainly not one who could actually read me like this, I guess that came with the whole genuinely considering me. Wherever it’s from, I feel safe, safe to be me. Safe to let my passions run wild. I shove my tongue into his mouth like I was storming a castle. And he hardly misses a beat. He wraps his arms around me and puts me on my back where we spar in a fencing match with our tongues. My hands search the muscles that grip me and it soaks my cunt to squeeze and claw such masculine physique. His kissing wanders to my neck and chest, his tongue traces the contours of my abdomen that lead to the clean cut mound that he found himself inside hours before. Our eyes lock and again I feel my nakedness like i had been caught out in the middle of time square. Then he kisses my pelvis and I feel that familiar safety, like he wouldn’t let anything hurt me on this planet. I grab his short hair and pull him into my warm hole. My head rolls back as for the first time his lips pleasure me.
I open my eyes after my orgasm to see Tori sitting on the other end of the bed. Her hand is between her legs... she was mastrubating… to ME. I watch her as Tyler continues to eat me. Last night the allure was the exposure, today I feel powerful. I push his head deeper and wrap my legs around him. I scream and moaned as I writhe and buck from his tongue work. Between cries I fight to get out the smartest two words I now know. “Fuck…. mmph… Me!!!” Tyler wasn’t exactly one to refuse. He slid his cock into me without an iota of difficulty. I was ready and willing this time. He is prone above me, fucking into my pussy like a jackhammer. His pelvic bone grinds into my clit with each thrust. It feels SO good. But somehow I squeal for more. He gets on his knees and lifts my groin to match his waist. His hands hold me still while his legs smash into me. If fucking were a sport, he’d probably be a champion cunt boxer. That’s when the unexpected occurs. My fluids are dripping down from my pussy past my asshole and down my back and then dripping into the duvet. I feel Tori’s tongue slide from the drop point up my spine and around the entrance of my anus. It feels.... amazing. She pushes her tongue in and begins to explore the inner walls of my ass. I reach around and shoved her face forward all while her husband pounds me above. Then Tori finger blasts me and I learn something new about myself: I’m a squirter. I don’t know how it works but I feel a rush, an uncontrollable rush. I push Tyler off and down down right in front of tori’s face as she lays on her back. I blast my clit and its sprays cum all over the bed. All over Tori. She laughs her joy and I pull her man over to me, his knees on either side of me and I such off my cum until he shoots his down my throat. Our eyes lock as I swallow every drop of him.
“Who’s ready for breakfast!”
We sit at the table and consume a wonderful meal. It is like any other brunch that Tori would have me over for. We laugh, we tease. We talk about current events. And we flirt, oh do we flirt. During a lul I pull up my phone to check on everything. Still haven’t replied to Tyler’s last text. My mom sent a photo of her and Noah playing and…. I have an email. Elijah Jackson. Where do I know that name from… Wait… That’s… my fathers name. I open it up and start to scroll. My dad is trying to start a relationship with me. Not today motherfucker. I’ve waited my whole life. You can wait until I’m good and ready. Lock screen.
“I gotta say, Tori. Your waffles are almost as delicious as your husband”
“Let me tell you, they have nothing compared to your muffins.”
“I still can’t believe you did that, I mean I’m grateful. But you really put me on the spot with Ty.”
“Oh please, I needed to warm you up… And don’t bother pretending like you didn’t want it to happen. Don’t forget that YOU suggested we wear matching outfits. Why wear matching outfits if he was gonna be blindfolded.”
My cheeks flush. I don’t think I had realised yet how obvious I had been. Yes I fantasised about this experience. Yes I wanted it. But I wanted to be reluctantly seduced. I guess I have been. I guess I got exactly what I wanted. What I still want. What I have.
Tori
This afternoon is magical. We go to the best oyster bar in the pacific, we have drinks, we see whales... and my morning started with a threesome. Doesn’t get any better. I knew it was only going to get better when Lindsey tells me she wants to do something special tonight.
“Hey Toe ring?”
“Yeah sunscreen?”
“I… mmfm I really.. oh… liked this morning.” I should inform you that my fingers are sliding in an out of a soaked little pussy.”
I whisper back to her “You mean when I ate your ass?”
“Yeah, oh! Right there! Don’t stop!”
“You want more don’t you.”
She bites her lip and nods.
“Hey honey?” I look back and see that he and Lindsey haven’t broke eye contact this whole time. I feel a flood of juice as it all sets in.
“We should swing by the record store.”
“Yes mam!”
He makes an immediate turn and we circle around to Novelty Records. We pull up and head in. Tyler heads to some section of the record store and I pull Z by the hand towards the authorised persons only door.. not to be confused with the staff only door. Lindsey is in for a treat.
I don’t think she has ever been to an adult store. By the time we were old enough she was after a respectable husband with a boring job and a picket fence. When I pull her into the back room I watch as her eyes light up — and for good reason. This isn’t your standard venue. This is an exclusive, underground, sex spot for the kinkiest of kinks. Rows and rows of all of the most depraved tools and toys, but that isn’t the half of it. This also serves as a sex club. Out in the back are glory holes and a porn theatre, but my favourite is the stage in the middle of the room. On it stand glass boxes, each about the size of a king size mattress. This is a place for anyone who is a member to sign up for a slot. Only two are in use right now. One girl is in medieval stocks. Her long bare legs are spread wide as a man in religious garb fucks her with a horse cock strap on that rests above his actual cock. Another woman dressed as a nun is walking around and whipping her. The other room two women wear full body latex suits with small openings for their lips and... well, and their other lips. The door is open which means public access. The two girls are making out. One of them is being fucked in the ass by some lucky guy and jerking off another. The other is getting fisted by a couple of rich looking housewives. About a dozen people watch. A girl in the audience is giving her partner a hand job as they stare in awe.
Lindsey seems fixated on the woman bound up. So is it double penetration or bondage that’s yanking her chain? We’ll have to try both. I pull her away and take her to a section where I can get all the tools we need to train her little ass to take my husbands cock. A couple different sized vibrating plugs, some beads, a dildo or two. Yes I have all of this at home, but this little nympho in training is gonna need a set of her own. We walk down a few more aisles, all to the sounds of fucking and dark EDM. My eye catches something delicious. I nudge Z and point it out to her. Her eyes widen and her gaping smile begs me to add it to the cart. As if I needed it her permission. We take some time to observe the shows before heading to the checkout. Handing the cashier our items reminds me how despite SO much changing, this is still my Z. It’s as though we graduated from our previous status and into something more, so much more. As we run back to the car I begin to plot the rest of our evening. It’s a very full schedule. My strategising devolves into fantasising and before I know it, my tongue is down Lindsey’s throat. A place it is getting all to comfortable being.
Tyler
They emerge about half an hour later, giggling like school girls and carrying a couple bags each. I purchase a Talking Heads album and follow the girls out the door. I’m two minutes behind them and they’re already tongue tied Tori’s tit is out and her hand on Lindsey’s twat. I Don’t blame em.. sundresses are a deadly thing when you don’t wear anything underneath. Probably why I fucked Tori in the stairwell of the ferry.
I open the car and the rush into the back. To my surprise they are already naked by the time I get in on the other side. Lindsey is on top of my wife and they are giddy with newfound passions. I watch the two kiss and caress for a minute before I start driving.. this is a pretty public place after all.
I focus on the road while moans of pleasure lure me away. It is a tormenting, treacherous 20 minutes until we reach our home sweet home. I almost crash when Lindsey yet again locks eyes with me in mirror while she scissors my wife for the first time. I get a look from Tori as I circle the lot for parking.
“Honey, I gotta go into the shop for a couple of hours. Are you two going to be okay?”
She smiles ear to ear... rather mischievously. “Oh no! Well you can only stay for a little!”
“Text me when to come home.”
“Okay, love you.” She hops out of the car while slipping on Lindsey’s dress.. Lindsey finds hers and chases after Tori, smacking her perfect ass as punishment.
I do have some work to do, our planar broke down on Friday and I can always do paperwork. I get in the shop and get to work. The planar takes an hour or so. When I finish I see that my phone has 4 new videos on Snapchat. First, two beautiful naked women with a cutesy Snapchat filter, then a montage of a lineup of anal toys. Twenty minutes go by and I see a close up of Tori fucking Lindsey with a dildo while Lindsey tugs on a butt plug. Another twenty minutes pass and I’m sent a boomerang of Tori pulling four or five beads out of Lindsey’s ass. I reply with an excited emoji then send a photo of my paper cluttered desk. I get to work. Thirty minutes later I get a picture message. It’s a gaping ass hole with the caption, “Needs filling.” Message received.
I race home, barely even locking up my shop properly. When I arrive, the apartment is dark. There are candles around the pullout couch in the centre of our living room. On the pillow is a pill.. one I’ve seen before. Ironically last time I took one of these was on our way to visit Lindsey and Andrew. I think I fucked my Tori 6 times on that drive. Each time I pumped my seed into either of her holes. We sat around with those two for two or three hours while my wife held SIX loads between her legs... COMMANDO… IN BOOTY SHORTS. Good times! I swallow my pill and lay back on the bed. After a few minutes I hear my bedroom door open. The sight I behold nearly makes me cum on the spot. Lindsey is in a white corset with a skimpy thong. Her breasts are cascading out of their confinement. She has stockings and girders that match her long gloves and a sexy pair of white stilettos. Her hair is pulled back by a pair of velvety bunny ears and her choker has a leash that is held by none other than my one and only Tori Anderson. Lindsey is on all fours, and as Tori guides her forward I notice the bunny tail plug swaying side to side with her hips. Tori stands above Lindsey in thigh high leather boots, her gloves and corset match Lindsey’s but in black. She has a pair of cat ears, and even went so far as to paint the nose and whiskers on. A long poofy tail sways between her legs as she walks towards me. As they get closer I see that the outfits are a translucent fabric that faintly tints around either set of nipples and pussies. Fuck me, they look hot.
“My bitch needs breaking in. I’ve prepared her for you and she is as ready as she needs to be. I’d tell you be gentle, but, I don’t particularly core if you do.”
She stares down at Lindsey who hasn’t looked up since arriving at the side of the bed.
“Well, get to work whore!”
Lindsey crawls onto the bed and unbuttons my shirt. She kisses her way down from my neck while undoing my belt. I help her get my pants off and strip off my shirt. Right before she goes down on me, Tori yanks her leash up, lifting Lindsey upright. With a quick jerking motion she removes Linsey’s panties. Must have had some button or clip on the edge. Tori uses the lace thong to tie Lindsey’s hands behind her back. Tori looks back at her, nervous, but there’s something more there… want. She waddles back over to me and awkwardly leans forward, trying hard to keep her balance. Eventually her lips find my head and she slides down to the base. She gets her bearings and before long she’s sucking like a pro. Tori crawls over and shoves her head down into my pelvis and holds her down. Lindsey squirms and gags trying hoping to get free. She stares at me and looks helpless… but also enthused. Tori finally lets go and Lindsey comes off gasping for air and coughing. Tori tugs on her chain and she quickly gets back down on my cock. This time Tori holds her in place and tells me to thrust. I fuck her mouth and watch as tears run through her makeup, the slobber and precum quickly form a fluid that drenches her face as a result of the deepthroating. She breaks away after an impressively long spout of facefucking and Tori crawls back behind her. She continues to give me great head, slurping on me like it’s candy. She is mainly using her neck and mouth to gyrate as she still doesn’t have the best leverage — being pretty top heavy in nature. Luckily her well toned abs are good for more than looking at. I watch Tori tease at her butt plug and lick and suck around the radius of her naughty hole. She squeals her pleasure and buries her face into my lap. In no time she taking the plug in and out without resistance. I hear a smack and glimpse her ass reverberate and redden
“It’s time.”
Tori pulls her to the edge of the bed. Her ass up, and her face resting on the mattress. She is waiting for me to fill her up. There’s a reason Tori and I bought this pull out. It is the perfect height for me to fuck doggy, hard. Our bed, our countertops, dining table, couch, all designed to get full penetration at varying angles.. I knew the moment I saw our house set up this way that this moment was coming. I look to her for direction. Do I take it slow, do I smash? She signals for smashing... I do so. Lindsey screams. Her chest falls down into the mattress perching her ass at an even sharper angle. All the teasing and slobber in the world couldn’t prepare her for me. I back out and return to my spot about half way. Then she impresses me. Lindsey slowly grinds her hips down towards me. I wait there and watch as she inches her down all 9 inches of my shaft. The moment she reaches the end I pull back and smash into her again. She cries out, but holds her position. I go again, and again and again. Each time pain gives way to pleasure more and more. I pick dip my pace, pick up the velocity. Every time she meets my thrusts with more and more acceptant squeals. Over the course of operation she begins to back up onto me. We’re both firing on all cylinders. I’ve pounded her into the bed and I feel her body start to go limp as I imagine she begins to get close to orgasm. Her moaning builds and builds until suddenly it fades to a faint whimpers eyes half closed, mouth wide open. I grab her leash and pull her up against my chest I rip the buttons running down the back of her outfit and suck on her neck as the corset falls to the ground.
Sweat glistens on her neck and as I peer over her shoulder I see that her perfectly painted makeup is nothing but a runny mess of tears, slobber, and precum. I jerk her head back more and she struggles to keep balance. Half of that struggle is to focus. I can tell that she is in an unfamiliar state of bliss, that can make it hard to stay present. I violently grope her tits and hold her steady whileI usher her through her first anal orgasm. Her body goes completely limp in my arms and if it weren’t for the faint grin peeking through her open gasp I might be worried. Eventually, she comes too. She squeals her excitement though her voice is broken up with panting. She begs for more, harder, faster! I am not one to refuse. It’s only a matter of time before I begrudgingly surrender to her my first seed of the night. I fill her ass and drop her back on the bed.
Tori walks over in her sultry demeanour and un-cuffs her deflowered bitch.
“Well you’ve been a very good girl haven’t you?”
“Thank you mistress.”
“I think you’ve earned your prize wouldn’t you?”
“I think so mistress.”
“Tyler, would you mind lying on your back so my bitch can have receive her present.”
“Of course mam.”
I sit back on the headboard and watch as Lindsey takes my full 9inches in one gulp, sucks it clean and then proceeds to sit her tight little ass on my cock with impressive ease. I guess the load of cum is a decent lubricant. My cock is tender, it still is oozing cum, but that pill is keeping it hard as a rock. She grinds on me for a moment then she leans back, placing her hands roughly near my ribs. I must say, something about fucking right after an orgasm is quite nice, tender of course. But it is a delicious sensation. Lindsey spreads her legs nice wide, and lifts herself up roughly 6 inches off of me.
“Tell us what you want. What you fantasised about long before Andrew ever told you he was gay. Tell us how you dreamed of my husband and I fucking you while you slept beside him. How you touched yourself while he slept! Tell us what you dreamt of then you slutty little whore!”
“I… I.. I dreamt of Tyler fucking me in the ass!”
“That’s not all.” Lindsey looks to the ground, ashamed.
“No it isn’t, mistres”
“Say it”
“While he fucked me you were under me.”
“What was I doing.”
“You were… eating me out and fucking me with a dildo.”
“What a whore! What a filthy whore! Isn’t that right slut!”
“Yes mistress.” her demeanour shifts, shame turns to submission, to acceptance.
“Yes what.”
“Yes I’m a whore...”
“A what?!”
“A filthy whore, mistress.”
“Tell my husband.”
“I’m a filthy, filthy, depraved, anal whore! And I want nothing more than for you and your wife to abuse my two fuck holes.”
“That’s a good girl! If you don’t mind darling.”
I start to thump into the tight asshole that I’d just devastated moments before. Tori crawls onto the bed, pulls the foxtail out of her ass and slides it into Lindsey’s mouth. The plug serves as a pacifier, muting the screams of pain and pleasure that will most definitely wake the neighbours, if they weren’t already awake. She slides the plug up and down. Lindsey’s eyes gloss over and roll back half shut. Moments later I realise the change in demeanour resulted from my wife’s middle index and ring fingers kneading her g-spot while her thumb massages her throbbing clit. I faintly feel her hand motions against the top of my cock through the inner wall we are sharing. She goes in when I go out, forming a beautiful cycle of pleasure to our experience.
“Give me more! Please! I want to cum all over my mistress’s face. I want to have to limp tomorrow. I want you to DESTROYYYY MY AAAAGH!”
I cut her off by obliging her request. I grab hands off of me and pin them at her hips. I hold her in place above me with my large hands, my thumbs offer enough support to her back for her to just receive. Tori takes fucks her cunt with the plug at an alternating pace. Her fluids drip down from her pussy onto my cock and our cum mixes to form a frothy milk that seems to be getting everywhere. It’s on me, it’s on my wife, it’s all over Lindsey. The pleasure incenses me. I lift her high enough to fully pull out and thrust back in. Risky, but I don’t care. I’m not really using the reasoning part of my brain right now. She cries and squeals as starts doing the same thing with the plug, again alternating with me as I pull in and out. Her moans become more helpless, breathless, more like gasping for air. She’s close. I pull her back so she rests flat on my chest. With one arm I pin her legs up and agape. With the other I assault her clit while my wife and I continue fucking her like wild animals. Once again she goes quiet until we both blast a shared orgasm that my wife has the pleasure of tasting.
“That’s enough, it’s my turn now.”
At that moment I hear a knock at the door. Shit! We must be too loud, that’s fair. But from my experience our neighbours usually just tune us out…. well I think they tune in more than out.
“Lindsey, be a doll and get that won’t you.”
“Like right now? Let me find my p—“
“Did I say find some pants? No, I said get the door slut.”
Her eyes trail to the floor as she remembers her place in the hierarchy. Wearing nothing but heels and stockings, Lindsey sheepishly limps over to answer the door. I look at my wife, bewildered by the situation. Her face answers my question; that same sinister look she gave me the first time we hooked up: she was up to something very naughty.
Lindsey:
What am I doing?
I’m naked, I have cum and sex everywhere and I’m about to say hello to who fucking knows?! Even if I hide behind the door they will know I was just fucked… Hell for all I know they’ve been listening. Still, I must obey my mistress. I must answer the door, and I must do it now. Despite my internal struggle, there is a heat rising between my legs informing me that I’m lying to myself. I guess that if I’m truly honest, there’s a decent sized part of me that wants nothing more than to open this door and expose myself to whoever is behind this door. Drop to my knees and give em mind blowing head. Being an obedient sub diminishes any responsibility for my actions and I am simply doing as I’m told. It just so happens I want to exactly as I’m told.
My heart pounds as I near the door. My nipples Harden and butterflies flurry in my gut. A heat floods through my body. I can feel my cheeks rosing. I have never felt more naked in my life.
I reach for the knob. I find my other hand pinching my nipple.
I open the door.
My jaw drops.
