Plaything
Beware what might happen when your wife takes charge of your fantasies - when admitting you might be 'bicurious' opens a Pandora's box that can never again be closed...
I kneel, naked, sandwiched between my wife and her lover. I am their bauble, their plaything, their muse. Smirking, she spreads my buttocks. I feel his hardness pressing against my ring. I look adoringly, beseechingly into my wife’s eyes; watch her teasing smile as she nods, and moan as he slides his forbidding length deep inside me. “You love it, don’t you?” she enquires smugly. Knowingly. “Yes,” I croak. “Now you belong...