"Mummmmfff . . . "
As tired as I was, seeing my beautiful wife lying there, cum flowing from her obviously well-used pussy drove me crazy. My very tired cock sprung to life at once. I immediately pulled my clothes off, and stood there before her naked with my cock in hand, stroking it to DeeDee’s apparent pleasure.
The sight of that beautiful cream pie was too much to take. I kneeled on the bed and bent forward, placing my head between her bound legs. I pushed myself forward until my mouth was nearly touching her pussy lips. I stuck my tongue out and began to slowly lick the sweet cum from her body. My tongue flicked her clit back and forth, and my lips sucked against her pussy lips making sure that not a drop was left behind.
DeeDee moaned and groaned as I ministered to her hot, sweaty body. Her arousal was obvious and intense. She pulled her stomach muscles tight, trying to fend off the oncoming orgasm, but it was not to be. She let out a loud, but unintelligible yell as she passed through the wall of orgasm.
She lost bodily control and as she came a quick squirt of her red-hot piss shot out of her and directly into my mouth that was still firmly affixed to her pussy. We were both so excited that even her piss tasted like fine wine to me. I drank every drop and continued licking and sucking until I had sucked her clean of her lover’s cum.
My cock was not to be denied any longer. Even though DeeDee and I had agreed that I was not to have access to her sex at this point in our relationship, I positioned my cock in front of her face so that she could plainly see what was to happen next. I then jammed it into her swollen cunt, deeply and forcefully. The sensations struck us both as I began to furiously fuck my estranged wife. The idea that I was now actually forcibly fucking her, was driving me on harder and harder. I flung my body against hers over and over, until I felt the climax approaching. I began moaning as I felt the cum starting to flow, the sound drove DeeDee wild as well, and she climaxed once again.
Fully satisfied, I collapsed onto her like a pile of wet rags, fully spent. I lay against her, and with one hand I removed the ring gag from her jaws. She sputtered, and catching her breath, we locked lips and kissed deeply and more passionately than we had for many a year.
"You fucked me, you bastard!" she exclaimed.
Feeling a bit scared of the consequences, I spoke up anyway.
"You are absolutely right, you cunt!" I said, as I looked her directly in her face.
Silence covered the room like a blanket, for what seemed an eternity.
"Well," she said, "I guess I deserved it, and probably a lot more, it’s about time that you took what you wanted without asking for it."
I was shocked.
"We have a lot to talk about, so untie me and let’s get into it before I lose my nerve. OK?" she said.
"I have to start here and then go back, so bear with me. I set you up with Debbi because I know that you two have long lusted after each other and did nothing about it. I wish I could say the same for her ex- husband . . . You know how much I liked to go riding with you, Debbi, and Tommy. You know that I used to love it when we switched riding partners and I went with him, and you took Debbi on our bike. What you don’t know, is that every opportunity that we had, Tommy and I were fucking each other like rabbits. Remember when we would sometimes ride ahead, and then we would meet up a half- hour or so later? Well, we would pull off the road somewhere and I would bend over his bike and let him take me. My ass and my pussy were always wet for him, and usually filled with his cum. I never refused his desires for me, no matter what. You almost caught us several times, and that only made it more exciting for us. You don’t know how many nights you got seconds . . . when you used to remark about how wet I was, it wasn’t my juices, lover."
"In the beginning, I would let him fuck me in whatever hole he wanted, so if he fucked my ass, I would let you fuck my pussy, and so on. But after a while, I didn’t care, I wanted to get caught, but never did. Just the idea that your cock would be bathed in his cum, drove me wild. That’s not all, either. Twice, I was invited to be the object of a gang-bang that another guy that I knew had set up. I was brought to a hotel: stripped naked, a leather hood placed over my head, blinding me, and I was used by many men, for hours and hours. Fortunately, you were away on business so you never found out."
I was shocked to say the least. Here, I learn that my own wife is a slut, fucking my best friend, and how many other men as well. DeeDee went on to tell me about several other men that she had met, dated, and fucked, sucked and dumped after she became bored with them. I listened in shock as tale after tale was recounted for me.
"That’s why, lover, that I told you that I wanted a separation and that we should no longer have a sexual relationship. I felt guilty as all hell, and this was my way to ease out of our marriage, hopefully without hurting you any more. You can’t imagine how many times I wished that you would catch me, beat the hell out of me, and fuck me endlessly as my punishment. But you never did, you were the perfect gentleman, you even allowed me to have one of my lovers over here last night, to fuck me in our own bed. I was sure that this would be the end, you would not accept that, we would be split-up finally, and my guilt would be lessened, at least for a while. But now we have whole new problem before us. All last night, all I could think about was you and Debbi making love, after her fetish ordeal was done."
"Sure, Paul was fantastic as a lover, very attentive, and he rode me like a stallion all night long, but somehow it was lacking. I could not let my mind be taken by him, although he certainly had my body. When you came into the room, and I forced a cream pie out of me, I was sure that you would go ballistic on me, I expected a beating like no other, and was fully prepared to accept it without complaint. But, what happened has changed everything. Your eagerness to lick his cum out of my pussy, and then take me as yours was absolutely the best sex I have ever had. What am I to do, now? I just don’t know! I still love being with Tommy, Paul drives me crazy, and so do a few others that I have not told you about. I am an unfaithful slut, a whore, and worse. Why do you want me?" DeeDee finished.
"I guess because I could always see the sexual tension between you and Tommy, and it made me want you even more. True, I only perceived tension, and never knew that you had acted on it, but it did drive me to climax more than once. I never knew about the others, but it doesn’t make any difference to me now. I have a suggestion for us," I said.
"OK," Dee replied, "Tell me what you propose, I’m all ears."
"Well, I am willing to allow you your freedom to date whomever you want to. You can have the freedom to go and do as you wish. I will buy you the sexiest outfits, help you get dressed and await your return, as long as I get to lick you clean, service you, and then force- fuck you until I am satisfied. I reserve the right to spank, paddle, whip and beat you as I see necessary, and even cage you like an animal if needed," I commanded.
"I will continue to forgo my rights to your clean body. I will only engage you if you are used, dripping with your lover's cum, piss and sweat. I will allow you to chastize me, deny me sexual release, and allow me to serve, and service your lovers. I will fluff them for you and clean them after their use of you, if you so demand," I offered.
DeeDee thought for a minute. "You realize what you are saying, don’t you . . . I will be turning you into a Cuckold . . . denied the rights of your own wife’s body in deference to other men. I will then be the dominant one in this marriage, and you will be my sexual slave," DeeDee proclaimed, with obvious excitement.
"Yes, I do understand that, and if you allow me to do so, I will serve you better than any other man could ever do."
DeeDee was quiet again, thinking. Then she said, "Well, it might just be nice to have a sissy slave as well . . . What if I told you that I have a rubber-doll mask that I was given for a gang-bang, to hide my identity, and that with a nice wig, boots, a corset and maybe a latex skirt and titty top you just might pass as my slut-sister.
"Then, after some time going out in public, with you dressed as my slutty sister, we might just go to the second step, I think that you would look great with all your facial and body hair laser removed, nice and smooth like a slut girl should be.