("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- A Wife's Fantasy by J&L (jaytryon@icloud.com) *** A husband sets his wife up for a night of fun with a stranger. (MMF, reluc, d/s, swing, bd, voy, spank, rom) *** I answer the door of our hotel room and allow the waiter to enter with our dinner tray from room service. I reach for my wallet to give him his tip, when he says, "I'll take my tip another way." I look up and cry out in surprise as he pushes me against the wall, grabbing my wrists and holding them high above my head. I look frantically to my husband who is sitting in the chair pointing his video camera to capture every second of my predicament. I realize this is a setup and there will be no help from him. I turn my attention back to my attacker to assess the situation. He towers over me, wide in shoulder, very handsome and strong. I think to myself, this might get interesting, though my heart is beating erratically and I am finding it hard to breath. The 'Waiter' leans down and starts whispering in my ear all the things he plans to do to me. His hot breath caressing my neck and sending chills down my spine. His free hand is running through my hair, pulling my head back to accept his kisses across my cheek, eyelids and finally connecting with my mouth, crushing my lips with a passionate kiss, forcing me to open my mouth to allow his tongue to sweep inside and play a tango with mine. I am quivering by now, my panties wet in anticipation. I am pressed against the wall with my hands still above my head and I can feel his erection pressing into my stomach. My head is swimming and I can't think straight. The Waiter uses this to his advantage to flip me around so my face is to the wall. The Waiter reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a length of silk and ties one end to my right wrist. He then expertly pulls both my arms down behind me and ties the other end of the silk to my left wrist, leaving a length of silk between which allows me to put my arms almost to my sides. With my back to The Waiter, he reaches around and starts teasing my nipples, pinching and twisting them through my sundress, making me melt inside, increasing the wetness between my legs, making my knees threaten to buckle. He caresses my shoulders, pulling the hair off my neck, kissing his way back to my ear. He whispers, "You will be my slave for tonight. I can and will do anything I want to your body and you will love it. You are not allowed to say anything but 'Yes Master' to anything and everything I ask. Do you understand me?" I shake with the expectations the night will bring and start to cum with the anticipation of it all. Whack! I am brought back to reality with the pain of his hand smacking my butt. "I asked you a question, Slave, answer your Master!" I try desperately to control my thoughts. I sputter unintelligibly, too emotional to put two words together. Whack! Again, his hand smacks my already burning butt cheek. I let out a cry of pain, swallow my pride, and say, "Yes! Yes, I understand!" Whack, Whack, Whack!!! The Waiter grabs my hair, pulling my head back towards his chest and says, "I will only tell you this one more time: You are not allowed to say ANYTHING but "YES MASTER" to anything and everything I ask. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!" "Yes Master," I manage to get out, sealing my fate for the night. The Waiter slowly unzips my dress down the back and pulls the shoulders down along my arms, baring my breasts. The cool air of the hotel room helps soothe the intense fire in my nipples for a moment, before his hands are back tormenting them. I feel the liquids practically gushing into my panties, completely soaking them. "You love me touching your nipples, don't you, Slave?" "Yes Master!" "Are you getting wet for me, Slave?" "Yes Master!" The Waiter whispers into my ear, "I will see if you are telling me the truth!" His hand moves downward over my belly, slipping between my dress and panties. He feels the dampness he has created and rewards me with kisses on my neck. His hot breath caresses my ear as he tells me what a good slave I am! He rubs his hand across the wetness. "Spread you feet out, Slave!" "Yes Master," I say as I try to make my legs work to obey his command. Whack! I cry out as his hand connects with my sore bottom. "When I tell you to move, Slave, you had better be moving. I will not tolerate hesitation!" "Yes Master." I spread my legs for him and his hand completely covers my mound. He roughly starts kneading and rubbing my pussy through the panties, making me shiver in ecstasy. "You like it a little rough, don't you, Slave?" "Yes Master!" I pant truthfully. He finds my clitoris, which shoots an electrical shock throughout my body, making me twitch and moan. He seeks that response again and again, making me feel like a puppet in his hands. My head is in the clouds, my thoughts have escaped me. I am thankful my Master did not demand anything of me at the moment but the show of emotions he was producing. It was like he was playing an instrument and getting closer and closer to a crescendo. Lights started bursting against my eyelids as I completely commit myself to the most intense orgasm of my life. My knees buckle and The Waiter allows me to crumple before him where I continue to twitch and moan as my orgasm slowly abates. After what seemed an eternity, I become vaguely aware of movement in the room. I try to get up to see what is going on, but with my hands tied, I am only able to get up to my knees. I see The Waiter and my husband digging through the bag of toys my husband had brought with us. They are discussing quietly their plans as they lay the whips, dildos, vibrators and nipple clips out in a row. The men notice my recovery and turn their attention to me. I become very apprehensive and excited about what is to happen now. They apparently like the way I am looking, on my knees with my dress around my waist, my breasts presented for their inspection, the flush of my recent orgasm making my face glow. They both come over and my husband leans down and tells me what a good little slut I was and that I should continue to obey my new Master for the rest of the night. The Waiter shrugs out of his uniform top, baring his well-toned abs. He slowly, for my pleasure, unbuckles his pants and provocatively lowers the zipper. Watching him pull his long legs out of the tight jeans was making me hot all over again. He stands before me with just a tight pair of briefs that barely conceals his erection, which from my vantage point was very impressive. The Waiter walks over to me and takes a handful of my hair so he can guide my face toward his crotch, rubbing his rock hard erection across my lips. "Lick and praise the true Master," he says. I extend my tongue and feel the soft, yet rough texture of the material, running my tongue the entire length of his cock. I glorify in the reaction I get from him as his cock jerks from the pressure of my tongue. I open my mouth and try to suck the head of his cock through the cotton, getting the material as wet as my panties. The Waiter suddenly pulls back and steps aside to allow my husband, who has also stripped down to his briefs to mimic The Waiter, pressing my mouth to his crotch also. I enjoy his excitement and lovingly caress the cock I have known and loved for over 25 years. I want only to increase his pleasure as I soak his briefs with my mouth. I take the top of his briefs in my teeth and start to pull down to uncover the object of my obsession, but he pulls away. They both stand before me, each holding a riding crop in their hands. I knew what was coming, yet still yelped in surprise as the first strike lands on my nipple, followed closely by a second strike on the other. The strikes were just hard enough to cause a sting but not to create too much pain. The sound of the whips hitting my breasts became a rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. My breasts were becoming red with the abuse and the nipples were becoming hyper sensitive. Each time a whip happened to flick a nipple, I couldn't help but yelp! By now, The Waiter was on my left side and my husband was on my right. They stopped with the whips, thankfully. They each take one of my arms and lift me up so I could stand between them. My husband reaches down and puts his hand up underneath my sundress to feel my panties to make sure they were properly soaked. They lead me over to the bed and have me sit on the edge. They each sit beside me, fondling a breast and twisting the nipples mercilessly. My husband whispers, "Spread your legs wide." Which I do without hesitation, scared of the consequences. This invites The Waiter to slip his hand up underneath my dress to explore my pussy, at first over my panties, but then finally he pulls them to the side and slides his fingers into my slit, making contact with the heat and juices that have been building. He slides one, then two fingers deep inside, while using his thumb to rub my clitoris. Meanwhile, my husband is administering to my breasts, since he knows how sensitive they are. We had often referred to my nipples as the remote controls to my orgasms. With all the attention I am receiving, I am moaning and squirming around, which is just what the guys are after. My husband is sucking insistently on my nipples, jumping from one to the other. The Waiter kneels between my knees and pulls my panties down and casually tosses them across the room. He then pulls my hips closer to the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around my thighs which brings my pussy up to his lips. I can feel his hot tongue as it plows through my dripping pussy. He finds my clit and sucks lightly while flicking it with his tongue. I arch my back as another intense orgasm hits. My husband reaches for the nipple clamps and attaches one to my nipple, making me cry out in pain. The pain just intensifies the contrast of the pleasure I am receiving from the Waiter. As the pain hits my other nipple, The Waiter inserts four fingers and pumps them in and out faster and faster, making me forget about the pain in my nipples and cry out instead with my third orgasm. We take a break and my husband helps me sit up and holds a glass of wine to my lips. I gulp as much as I can, trying to quench my thirst and wet my throat that is dry from all the panting and moaning. My husband looks into my eyes and silently asks if I am ok? I can see the love and lust in his eyes, and nod almost imperceptibly, appreciating his concern. The Waiter instructs me to get into the middle of the bed, kneeling with my head down on the pillows and my ass up in the air. I do as he wishes, feeling extremely self-conscience, though with my dress still around my waist, I could feel that it was covering my most vulnerable area, but it was also blocking my view of what the men are doing at the foot of the bed. I can feel the mattress moving and hear light whispering between them, but nothing more. I feel like I have been in this position for hours, when I finally feel my dress being lifted up and flipped over my back, completely exposing my nether region to the men. I feel hands touching me, rubbing my ass, probing my pussy, pulling my ass cheeks apart, rubbing up and down on the inside of my thighs. I can't tell which hands are my husbands and which are the Waiters. I don't notice when one hand leaves, but I do notice when it returns with a vibrator that is inserted into my vagina. This particular vibrator has a rather large bulb at the tip, followed by a small section that increases in size again to the end. As the vibrator is thrust in and out, I melt into the pillows, my hands clench and claw at the air trying to get a grip on reality as my world is yanked away and replaced with only the feeling of the vibrator going in and out, in and out. Nothing else matters to me at this moment, until I feel pressure on my anus. I suddenly crash back to earth, knowing what was about to happen, not sure I really want it to continue, but too caught up in the moment to say no. I tense up. I feel the cold drops of lube as they are dripped into my ass crack, the tip of a small dildo spread through it, coating the head of it which is then pressed into my ass. It takes my breath away as I try to relax and accept this new intrusion. The vibrator in my vagina starts moving again, making me temporarily forget the pressure of the dildo, until that starts to move also. Having both moving at the same time, explodes my mind. I am thankful for the pillows that are muffling my screams of ecstasy, as I collapse into yet another orgasm. Whack! I try desperately to figure out why I was being punished. I don't remember any instructions that I had missed. Whack! Then I realize that they are just using my up-turned ass for their pleasure, giving me a whack on one ass check, then using the dildos to give me pleasure. It is an emotional roller coaster they are creating, making me pant one minute, drifting away with the sensation of an orgasm rising within me, then yelping with the pain of a not-to- gentle hand whacking my ass. This was making me so frustrated, in which I would almost achieve an orgasm, but then have it yanked away, making me want more and more, looking forward to the next session of pleasure but anticipating the pain. This went on for some time, never once did the guys allow me to melt completely into an orgasm. Being so frustrated has made me super horny. I would practically do anything at this moment for the release of an orgasm, but the guys have other ideas. They have pulled the dildos out and left me in the middle of the bed, still with my ass in the air and my head buried in the pillows. With my head in the pillows, I can't hear what is going on. I'm still frustrated, but starting to get nervous as to what my husband and the waiter have in mind for me now. They finally come over to the bed and help me sit up. As my eyes try to adjust the brightness of the room, I see a video camera set up with bright lights focused on the bed, when suddenly a blindfold is pulled down over my eyes, placing me into complete darkness. They pull me over to the hard wood desk chair and set me on it with my back against the tall back of the chair. With my hands tied the way they were, with the length of silk between them, my hands hung comfortably down each side. My husband whispers in my ear, "Are you ok with this?" I give him a nod of assurance, feeling his love for me helps me to relax. I can feel hands running through my hair. With the blindfold, I can imagine that it is just my husband and me in the safety of our bedroom playing our safe little games, then I realize that there are too many hands. One hand tightens its hold on my hair, pulling me forward. I feel something hitting my cheek, moving closer and closer to my mouth. I am not sure which man was expecting me to give him a blow job and I guess I was beyond caring also. I opened my mouth and allowed the head of the penis in front of me to enter. I circle the head with my tongue, finding the little slit and licking my way through it. The hand presses harder, urging more and more into my mouth. I am just getting into it, when it is pulled completely out and replaced with the other. I am still not sure who's penis is who's, but I have never experienced anything like this. Sucking one, then the other, over and over. While I am sucking one, I can feel the hands of the other on my breasts, keeping me on the edge of orgasm the entire time. I have never been able to 'deep throat' my husband and he has never pressed the issue, so I sorta knew which penis I had in my mouth if I was being pressed to go further than I had ever gone before, making me gag a little and tears well up in my eyes from the uncomfortable pressure in my throat. They swap again, making me think it is my husband in my mouth, yet the insistent pressure of the hand on the back of my head never relaxes, and I find myself trying to deep throat my husband (or at least I think it is my husband). I try to relax my throat and allow him access, as I have always wanted to give him this particular pleasure. My lips reach the end of the penis in my mouth and my nose is buried in hair that tickles my nose. I can't breathe, but I hear the moan of someone above me, the pressure of the hands on my head increase even more as he pumps in and out. He buries himself completely into my throat and I feel the tell-tale jerking of his penis that makes me anticipate the warm gush in the back of my throat. As I try to swallow all the cum, I feel someone near my ear saying, "Take it all! Swallow every little drop, Slave!" Recognizing The Waiters voice, I glorify in the fact that I had just successfully deep throated my husband for the first time. I concentrate harder on swallowing and sucking even harder to give my husband as much pleasure as I can give. My husband finally pulls out, completely drained. I sit there panting for breath, anticipating a repeat of the process, not sure I would be able too, with my jaw still hurting from the intense workout it had just received, so I was pleasantly surprised when The Waiter said it was time for a break and I felt a glass placed at my lips. The sweet, cool wine soothed my throat and helped quench my thirst. After a short breather, The Waiter announces that it is my turn to give a show for them. He takes off my blindfold and helps me stand up in order attach the suction cup of a large dildo down to the wooden seat of the straight-back chair. He then instructs me to position myself over it with my back to the chair and my legs to each side. In this position, I am stretched wide open which gives the guys an unobstructed view of my pussy as I impale myself with the dildo that is 9" long and 6" in diameter. I am thankful for the few drops of lubricate that The Waiter had put on the tip of the dildo, which helps ease it into me. I slowly slide down the length of the dildo, not only to create a better show, but to help stretch myself around it. With my hands tied loosely, I am able to get a grip on the back of the chair to help me with the leverage I needed to move up and down. I move slowly up and down, starting to feel that incredible melting inside. Moving at my own pace, I am able to quickly bring myself to that wonderful place where I am no longer in that hotel room, but floating in the clouds. I am still trying to give a good show, but getting too caught up in my own satisfaction to really notice what the guys are doing. My husband is getting some good close-ups of my pussy wrapping around the dildo. Getting sucked up inside as I sink down on the dildo and how my pussy lips seem to stretch out when I rise up. The video also captures my moaning and almost crying as my orgasm overtakes me, as the picture depicts the juices lathering the dildo and my pussy spasming around it. I collapse on the chair still impaled by the huge dildo, completely spent. My mind has been completely blown this evening. Never have I had such intense orgasms, yet it wasn't over. The Waiter doesn't give me much time to recuperate. He tells me to get up and move to the bed. I try, but my legs are just too weak yet. Using my hands to help pry myself up, I finally succeed to pull myself free of the dildo, leaving an empty feeling inside. I manage to stumble the few feet to the bed. The Waiter is there waiting for me and stops me before I have a chance to collapse on the bed. He turns me to face him, cups my neck with his hands and kisses me. A long, passionate kiss, that in my disbelief, stirs something new inside. This was more than just the building of an orgasm, it involved tenderness and passion, which brought out different emotions. The Waiter whispers that I have learned my lessons well and I deserve a reward. He gently lays me down on the bed, using his knee to spread my willing legs, he positions himself and with one mighty thrust, he enters me. Using long, powerful strokes, he starts pounding in and out. That is all there is in the world now, the feeling of his cock inside me, nothing else exists, or needs to exist, but that awesome feeling of a cock buried deep inside me. I forget to breathe, I'm beyond moaning. I seem to be on the edge of a very high precipice about to take a swan dive off, not knowing or caring what was below. I gasp for breath and scream as I fall into the abyss. The End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 81