My backdoor was adjusting to the plug as my wife cuffed my hands behind me. My heart was again pounding with the excitement of the unknown. She saw that my legs were shaking and asked me if I was scared. I told her I was just excited. That I was filled with anticipation of the pleasure she was about to receive. Peter chuckled, and she kissed me on the forehead. For some reason, I watched her butt as she walked back over to Peter. It was a little jiggly, not firm as in our younger days but I loved it regardless.

As she stopped in front of Peter she cupped her hands on his shoulders and looked up into his eyes. He took her in his arms and they engaged in a deep and passionate kiss. While the excitement played for the night had me aroused, their kissing hit me hard in the pit of my stomach. I know her tongue and her mouth, and he didn't need to know about them anywhere but below the wait. But yet I watched, as I was unable to look away. My wife seemed happy, and that made me happy.

When their lips parted, my wife looked over at me and said, “Now I'm ready.”

Peter smiled at her when she looked back at him and he again kissed her. Their hugging was fine, but again I was pained by their long, deep, kiss. But again I watched.

“Let passion lead the way,” he softly said, as he held her face in his hands.

“Yes,” I heard her whisper, as her right hand cupped his crotch.

He lowered his head and began to unbutton her blouse using his lips.

As he got to the last button, his hands went up under her skirt and grabbed her butt. She looked over at me with a smile on her face. It looked to me like a slightly nervous smile.

As he stood back up, she let her blouse fall, and then she undid his tie.

“What are you doing, Love?” Peter asked as she walked over to me with his necktie.

Did you have to call my wife 'Love'? I thought to myself, a slight tinge of resentment building in me.

She said nothing as she bent down and tied his tie in a bow around my rigid member. When done, she looked at me and winked.

Peter seemed a bit annoyed, but said nothing as she came back undid his shirt and pulled it and his jacket off together.

I thought about all the times she had pulled my shirt and jacket off as one.

It wasn't long before they were naked and on the bed. I got a few glimpses of her clean shaven gloryland, and again ached at why she did it for him but not for me. I thought about those few times, and how great it looked. Its erotic smoothness and sensuous design. Her outer labia's near perfect symmetry, and the way her engorged clit would poke out. I smiled. I also thought of all the joy and pleasure we had shared over the years. A man's junk was made for use, but a woman's was made to be worshiped, caressed, tantalized and satisfied

“Much thicker,” Nancy said.

Her words brought me back to the present, and I again focused on the two of them. Peter was on his knees in the middle of the bed and my wife had a hold of his dick, getting ready to suck it.

Can't you just fuck and be done? I asked myself.

The thought had no sooner run through my mind when she engulfed his shaft, her lips against his body. I saw that like me, she also is not a fan of pubic hair.

I knew my wife's oral talents, so I knew the sensations that were beginning to radiate throughout his body. I couldn't help but smile. That woman's lips, tongue, and throat can do things that I'm sure Mother Nature never thought possible.

“Holy, Jesus!” He exclaimed.

Yep, that's right. Enjoy I thought to myself. But just remember, she's mine.

She continued to work her magic, much to his delight. It was magic that I knew very well. After a bit more he reversed things to attend to her needs. Pulling out, he bent down and lightly kissed her on her lips. Then he rolled her over on her back, tweaking her nipples to erection, and he began to suck on them. I smiled to myself as I thought of the time I measured them, and laughed when we found that the left one was about a sixteenth of an inch shorter than the right one.

Slowly, he ran his tongue down her body to her waiting mound. She parted her legs for him, and for a moment I felt a tinge of betrayal, which was amplified when I got a glimpse of her shaven pussy. His fingers went to her lips and his mouth to her engorged clit. I watched, and briefly worried that he would pull back, but to the contrary put a lip-lock on it and began to suck.

“Yes!” my wife shouted with delight. “Yes!”

I looked on, my rigid rod throbbing.

She ran her hands through his hair as he sucked away on her nerve-rich nub. I thought about how much I always enjoyed playing with it.

“Any-anytime you're ready,” she gasped.

He kept a tight lip-lock because when he pulled his lips off, they made a smacking sound.

Nancy looked over at me as he positioned himself. I couldn't tell if it was a real or a nervous smile on her face. I blew her a kiss. She was forming her lips to blow one back when he entered her, and she gasped.

“Wow! You can fill a pussy!” Nancy shouted.

I hope the neighbors didn't hear you, I thought as I watched him begin the familiar motions of sex.

Well, they're doin' it. I thought as he had a steady rhythm going.

For the first time in over twenty-seven years, another man was in my wife. As I continued to watch them, it was apparent that my wife was enjoying herself, and that made me happy. I was not bothered by this as I thought I would be. I sat there watching his butt go up-and-down, and in my mind, it was my butt, I was riding along with him. I knew well what he was feeling as the head of his member traveled the textured wall of her vagina. I had learned years before that the skin of a woman's vagina was either smooth or rippled, and Nancy's was rippled. I was never sure if I really felt those bumps, but to me I did and I loved the sensations I believed that I felt.

“Yes, oh yes,” she panted

“You got a tight pussy,” he gasped.

“Harder, harder,” she repeated.

He was gasping and grunting as he slammed into her. I smiled as I thought of that wonderful feeling.

“Harder!” Nancy suddenly shouted. “Fuck me harder!”

When her language gets like that I know she is well on her way to ecstasy, and it looked like Peter wasn't missing a beat. She worked herself as he pounded away. It seemed to me that I could feel it as if it were me fucking my wife. I looked down at my throbbing erection, and I tried to shake it in a way to stimulate myself. Pete's necktie was still where Nancy had tied it.

I went back to watching their actions, and while I didn't realize it at the time, I was getting pleasure from watching my wife enjoy herself. Like Peter, she was consumed with that desire for an orgasm, oblivious to her surroundings, and I was happy for her. In fact, I was happy for both of them, and it wasn't long before he came.

“Ahh!” He gasped, as I saw the cheeks of his butt tense with each gush of his orgasm. His cum filled my wife and I strangely felt good about it. She had her legs wrapped about him as she squeezed herself against him in her effort to achieve the same. She didn't make it.

Spent, he collapsed on her. A moment later her knees fell outward and her arms went limp leaving just her hands on the sides of his back.

I squirmed about, trying to press the plug against my prostate in an effort to climax. I too failed.

“That, that was amazing,” my wife said, as she broke the silence.

“You are amazing,” he replied, as he kissed her on her forehead.

“Harry, how'd it look?” Nancy asked me.

“A, a-you two looked great together,' I said, caught off guard by the question.

Nancy looked back at Peter and they again kissed.

“Okay,” Nancy began, as she quickly broke from the kiss. “Get over here and clean us up.”

“Yes ma'am,” I replied and struggled to get to my feet.

As I began to stand, the stool came up with me. Nancy and Peter both chuckled, and then a moment later a sucking sound came out of my butt as the stood dropped, pulling the plug out of me.

“Quick, sit on the towel,” Nancy ordered, as she put two doubled up at the edge of the bed.

“What's that for?” Peter asked.

“Butt juice,” she replied.

“What?”

“Fluids from his butt,” she went on. “Makes a nasty mess if not caught right away.”

“I've never heard it called that," he quipped.

As I sat on my pad, Peter got up and stood in front of me. I knew I'd be cleaning up Nancy, but I didn't expect to be cleaning Peter. I could feel Nancy's eyes on me as I looked at his cum covered shaft. Leaning forward I took his semi-erect member and gently began to suck.

“You're right, he's good,” Peter remarked.

“I told you, best cocksucker in town,” she joked.

I paid little attention to what else they said as I made sure he was clean. Once I had finished, I sat back, licked my lips and smiled up at him.

“You're next, my dear,” he said to my wife.

“Yes,” she purred and laid back for me.

At last, I was going to get a good look at her shaven pussy. It still hurt that she'd so quickly shave for one night with this guy and not for me. I love my wife, but so often I can not figure her out. She looked at me with a devilish grin, pulled her feet up to the cheeks of her butt and them spread wide.

“Enjoy,” she told me.

I gazed down at my wife as she lay smiling, looking up at me. She had the glow that women tend to have after sex. I've heard it called the 'Freshly fucked' glow. I looked at her gloryland, and it was indeed beautiful. She was wet, and the light glistened off of her hairless skin. He outer labia parted and from within, and under her large love knot his cum had begun to exit.

“Better hurry or you'll miss the good stuff,” she quipped.

“Yes, ma'am,” I replied, and then struggled to lower myself without falling face first into her.

Peter helped me to get down on my belly, and between her legs. Then, as Nancy held her lips open I went about licking her clean.

“Make sure you do a good job,” she told me.

“Yes ma'am,” I replied after I had swallowed a tongueful.

“Make sure you finish the job,” she told me.

The was the term she always used to let me know she hadn't cum.

“Yes, ma'am.”

After more licking and a bit of sucking, I had her pussy clean, and then I put a lip-lock on her clit and went to work. She moaned as the nerves within began to radiate pleasure within her groin. As I worked I was reminded of something that I had once read that said that the clitoris was the only organ of either sex, whose sole purpose was to give pleasure, and that pleasure quickly spread throughout her body. Her reaction gave me cause to suck harder. Her knot was hard as I sucked and bit down on it with my lip-covered teeth. She shuddered and squirmed. I couldn't see what Peter was doing, nor did I care. My attention, my effort, my desire was to give the love of my life her orgasm. A moment or two later I heard her toes pop and her body tensed in orgasmic delight.

“Ahhh!” She gasped as her body shook.

I watched her clit as it pulsated similar to a spitting penis.

“Wow, there pretty lady,” Peter said, as he broke the silence in the room. “When you cum, you cum!”

She looked at him with a smile of satisfaction, and then looked back at me. I smiled at her.

“Move,” she told me.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Sit back down on your plug.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

I maneuvered myself back down onto my plug, working to keep my balance with my hands cuffed behind me. As I adjusted for comfort, Nancy and Peter got into the bed and he pulled the cover sheet up over them. They were facing me, Nancy closest with him behind her and his arm around her.

“Everything you thought it'd be?” he asked her as he kissed the nape of her neck.

“Mmmmmh,” she responded as she kept her eyes on me.

As I sat there looking at the two of them my mind became a rush of thoughts. A part of me hoped that this was the one and only time we'd do this, but another part of me saw this as a beginning. The look on my wife's face was one of joy and, as I'd later learned, deep satisfaction. I would also learn that bondage, combined with sex, gives her a strong sense of power. A power that would lead to her embracing my many fetishes, and many of her own.

“Stop, that tickles,” Nancy giggled.

“She's ticklish,” Peter said, as he looked over at me.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, as I kept my eyes on my wife.

Again his hands moved under the sheet and she laughed.

“Be careful tickling her, as too much of it and she'll pee,” I added.

“Oh boy! Golden showers!” he joked.

Nancy and I looked at each other with knowing smiles.

“Well, what do you think, Babe?” Peter asked.

“About what?” she asked as she rolled over to face him.

“Your property,” he replied, nodding in my direction. “Cuffed, shackled, and plugged, is it Harry or Harriet?”

Nancy looked from me to Peter, and then back to me. Without saying a word, she got out of bed went over to my clothes, picked up my heels and came over to me. She then squatted down, put them on my feet and went back over and got into bed. With her eyes locked on me, she answered, “Harriet.”

“Correct me if I'm wrong,” Peter began, “but isn't a good deal of the things you are doing to him, I mean her, things that you objected to?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you doing them?”

“Because he agreed to what I wanted, so I wanted to return the favor.”

“Is she always like this?” Peter asked me.

“No sir, sometimes she's really confusing,” I joked.

The two of them chuckled, and I smiled as I moved a little to get comfortable again.

“Your butt plug bothering you?” Nancy asked.

”No ma'am, I was just getting comfortable,” I said. The movement of my feet so she could put my heels on be put some pressure to one side of my anal wall, and I was moving to balance things.

“I saw a plug in your stuff,” Nancy said as she turned and faced him.

“I have a couple of them,” he said.

“So is cuckolding as much fun for you as it has been for me?” Nancy asked me.

“Yes ma'am,” I replied. “It has been very rewarding.”

“And for you?” she asked Peter after she'd turned to look at him.

“Yes, it has,” he answered. “I also must say that Harriet is been very agreeable for a first time.”

“Really? How many others have you had?” she asked.

“I'm afraid I've never kept count,” he answered as he kissed her behind her right ear.

“Really?” she repeated, “please, tell us more.”

“The best ones are like the two of you,” he began. “Two people very much in love and wanting to expand or explore, what is often hidden desires or urges.”

Nancy and I looked at each other.

“Having never been married, I can't understand the satisfaction felt by the couple or their joy, but I do feel satisfaction in the pleasure that I give.”

“And you love giving pleasure,” Nancy joked.

“Of course,” he coyly replied.

“Ooo, tell us more,” my wife purred.

“Such as?”

“Others.”

“Well, for starters, the ones where they have second thoughts in the middle of things. Those are not fun,” he began. “Once in a while, it can be the complete opposite.”

“In what way?” Nancy asked, as her hand went down to his package.

“Complete agreement,” he said, as a smile came to his face. “There's this one couple, it began on their first wedding anniversary. Like Harriet, Angie was all done up and ready to go. For a couple of years, we got together every weekend. Then they stopped to have a family, and we recently went back, but not as often.”

“But you still do?” Nancy questioned.

“They've joined a swingers club, so only a couple of times,” replied. The dynamics have changed, as they no longer have sex. He's a slave and does nothing but cleanup and wears a chastity cage.”

“And they're both okay with this?” Nancy asked as she looked at me.

“Yes,” he replied as he gently pushed her head under the sheet and to his semi-erect member.

It wasn't long before they were at it again. From a moment after he penetrated her, I knew this was a very different session. From the start, their unbridled passion consumed them in their goal for mutual gratification. It was a union of which my wife had freely given herself, and was freely enjoying herself. Again, I watched Peter's butt going up and down, as he banged away in my wife's pussy.

“You've got such talent,” my wife gasped as he pounded away on her.

“So do you,” he replied.

The tempo of their action increase with their stimulation. I knew the feeling and kept my eyes locked on the rhythm of his butt. The thought entered my mind that I wanted him to fill her up so I could lick and suck them both clean. The taste of cleaning Peter's cum out of my wife tasted no different than my own. I gave no thought as I cleaned him, as I was being mindful of the sensitivity of his head after just cumming. I was surprised that such thoughts came to my mind, but what surprised me, even more, was how aroused the thought made me. Looking down at myself, I made it wiggle a little and it spit.

The two of them were too engrossed in their own primal urges to see the mess I had just made. I had shot my wad out onto the carpet. I was spent and happy.

“Harder! Harder!” Nancy hollered. Again, I hope that the neighbors didn't hear.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed, took her by her ankles and picked back up in his pounding.

I knew she was close, and if he did it right, she's cum without any after-fuck licking by me.

“Harder!” she again gasped, as the report of the 'clopping' sound filled the room.

Yes, Honey, I thought as I strained to see the action from between his legs. Yes, let him ride you to your climax.

Once again I felt myself riding along with him.

“Ah, you're good!” He panted. “You're, you're good!”

They were close, and I watched as best that I could. Then I again heard her toes pop. I smiled as I knew she was cumming. He quickly followed, and then collapsed on her again spent

“You, you were fantastic,” Nancy said, as she broke the silence.

“No, you were,” he replied, also out of breath.

“I think you both were,” I interjected.

Neither of them looked over at me, as their eyes were locked on one another.

“Well,” Peter said.

“Well,” Nancy echoed.

“Clean up of round two,” he quipped.

“Yes,” she said as she looked over at me with a huge smile of satisfaction.

Again I struggled to my feet and over onto my pad at the foot of the bed. It was a little bit harder this time wearing my heels, and as I moved the necktie fell off my limp lizard. As I sat there letting the juices run from my butt, I cleaned up Peter. As I did, while being mindful of his still aroused head, I gave more thought to what I was doing.

I had a dick in my mouth. The man that it was attached to had just had it in my wife's pussy. Not only that, but my wife was watching. It had a soft firmness to it, and I kept lips closed on the shriving shaft. Once at the base, I took a long pull up its length to the head, and then softly withdrew. It flopped down in front of me.

“Now clean me up,” my wife instructed.

“Yes ma'am,” I answered, and with Peter's help rolled over between her legs.

I could see her eyes locked on me as I licked her cum filled love tunnel. And the humiliation that I felt gave a slight rise to my dick. With almost a hunger I lapped up every bit of his cum, at the same time being mindful to avoid her aroused love button.

“Enough,” she said, as she put her left foot on my forehead and kicked me away. “Go sit back down on your plug.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

The two of them again cuddle for a while and then got up and got dressed. Getting off the bed Nancy stepped in a glob of my cum and made me lick it off her foot. She then released me from my restraints and told me to join them after I'd gotten cleaned up and dressed.

“Tomorrow, you've got to steam clean that carpet,” she told me as I walked into the lining room.

“Yes, ma'am,” I replied.

“Where's the curtsy?” Peter inquired.

“I'm sorry, sir,” I replied and curtsied. Nancy giggled.

“Pete and I are enjoying the bottle he brought me tonight, you can finish the other bottle of wine.”

“Yes, ma'am,” I replied with the proper curtsy.

They were again on the love seat, and I sat across from them on the sofa. They talked, whispered and giggled, and day silent. If asked something, I answered, otherwise I did nothing. A few times she would spread her legs to expose her clean shaved pussy, then look at me and smile.

“Save this for next time,” Peter said as he put the cork in the bottle.

Next time? I thought.

“Do you want a next time?” Nancy asked, with a big smile on her face.

“Do you?”

“I'll let you know,” she said, with a glance in my direction.

After a passionate goodbye kiss at the door, he left and we were soon in bed talking.

“I just can't believe how well you conformed,” she said, as we laid there.

“Like I said a few minutes ago, it made you happy so I'm happy,” I said, as I hugged her tighter.

“You like those close I bought you?”

“Yes I do,” I replied. “But explain to me how you can go from hating what I do to encouraging it.”

“Easy, it puts me in charge of something else.”

“Huh?”

“You want to be Harriet, you can be Harriet, and I can do what I want.”

“You want to explain yourself?”

“If tonight had turned out bad, then I owed it to you to let you enjoy those things you love so much. And if it went well, then you were assured a place in all of it,” she said, as she turned to face me.

Her words scared me, while at the same time excited me.

“Still confused?” she asked, her fingers under my gown and tickling my pointer.

“No, I think I understand,” I replied, a knot in my stomach as I saw a huge change coming in our lives. I didn't need to hear anymore, I knew things were going to be different. “By the way," I added, "I like the matching nightgowns.”

“I thought you would,” she said, and then added, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Great, now let's fuck.”