John Friday: Cuffed and whipped wife

"Take the cuffs off my ankles," she begged softly. "I like to be able to spread wide for a man, to hook my legs around his waist and help hammer his cock into me."

"And I like your legs just the way they are. My cock will feel twice the size it really is if you can't get your legs apart."

"Oooh, that's going to hurt!"

"Only if you think it will. As a new pleasure, it might feel better than anything before."

Marilee looked up at him, her dark eyes fluttering. "Please don't hurt me… not after such a wonderful time."

"No, I won't."

Marilee gasped anxiously and tried to wrench her knees apart. Gill wouldn't let her. His bent legs were outside of hers and he bound them in, pressing down on her wet but tightly constricted pussy slit.

"Aaagggh!" she gasped, straining to part her long legs. "My pussy didn't feel this tight my first time."

"When was that?" Gill asked.

Marilee grinned mischievously and said, "On a casting couch, where else? How do you think I got to be a chorus girl?"

Gill brought his throbbing cockhead up to stroke her clit, the biggest that he'd ever seen. He liked massaging it, hearing her gasp cries of wailing delight. "You've almost got enough meat to fuck like a man," he remarked.

"No, what I have is enough meat to make me feel more like a woman!"

"Good, because my cock is so full and hard that it's about to explode!" Gill gave Lanore one last glimpse of his prick poised above Marilee's black-furred cunt. Then he fucked it all into her with one mighty thrust.

"Ohhooo, God!" Marilee's body convulsed in spastic contortions of lewd delight. "That fucker feels like a fire plug!"

"Al's cock is bigger!" Lanore rasped spitefully.

Marilee just grinned, settling back with a long sigh to roll her head in a black sea of silken waves.

"And there are a lot of dancers who had better legs and bigger tits than mine," Marilee said with a grin. "But the secret is how you move it around. I got my job on the casting couch, but I kept it by being damn good at what I do!"

Marilee arched high and clamped her pussy so that her cunt was like a slithering washboard of flesh when she settled back. Gill's eyes bulged. His anxious cock almost went off from the teasing splendor of that first stroke.

He clenched hard and fought to maintain control. Marilee's supple body arched again, lifting him. Gill gasped as they reached the peak of extension, then felt her sinewy cunt squeeze and ripple again.

She dropped with a moan, pulling him down.

Gill began to wonder which of them had been restrained. If Marilee was even aware of the biting metal cuffs locked around her wrists and ankles, there was no sign of distress on her face. She was grinning lewdly, delighting in the pleasure she could give now.

Gill's expert foreplay had fired a fuck frenzy like nothing the sultry raven-haired beauty could recall since her wedding night. And now he was reaping his reward. Glowing coals had been set ablaze. Marilee wanted to fuck like she never had before. The contrast between pain before and pleasure now made her a wanton slave to Gill's fucking cock.

He just couldn't fuck hard or deep enough. Marilee bounded back at him despite restraint and groaned. Lanore had quit struggling and sat misty-eyed and watched her husband get what had to be the best fucking of his whole life.

The feckless yearnings that had brought Al to that same bed the afternoon before seemed temperate compared to Marilee. The woman was as wild as a trapped mink, mindless of the steel that restrained her.

Gill's balls slammed into the taut crack of Marilee's ass every time she arched. Then she fell back and dragged his aching ball sac down with that narrow cleft. He thought at times she might clamp her ass tight enough to rip them off.

He forgot that he even had a wife in the room. This was the perfect pussy, the dream fuck that all men craved. Gill didn't stop to think what it was that tempted Al away from her. He would have been happy to fuck Marilee non-stop for the rest of his life.

She climaxed once, twice, three times. Her voice shrilled higher, her writhing contractions became even more frantic. Her head tossed.

Gill just couldn't stand it anymore. He fucked his cock in to the root and let go all the steaming hot force that had begun building years ago, when he first had laid eyes on the tall and stately Marilee.

She wrenched her cunt, threw back her head and let go a warbling cry that trilled higher with each gush of jetting cum she received.

Marilee went home hours later in a dazed mood of bliss. Gill had fucked her long and hard.

She'd have happily done it all over again, but Gill had to leave for work by and he insisted on having some time with his sexy blonde wife before that. Watching him with their lusty neighbor had stirred wild passions in Lanore that he didn't want to miss.

They quickly resolved their differences and made anxious love.

Lanore was grinning confidently by the time she had climaxed twice. "I guess you still love me, despite what I've done."

"Yeah, I do… but no more sneaking around while I'm at work."

"What about with Al and Marilee?" she asked cautiously.

"If they both agree," he said. "If you tell me all about it, and if you don't mind my having fun with her."

"O.K.," she said, grinning happily. "I'm sure they'll work things out when he gets home. And I'm glad tomorrow is Saturday. We can all spend the whole weekend together."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. If Al is ready for that. I don't know."

"I'm sure he will be," Lanore said.

"How do you know?"

"Because before Marilee left, she asked me if she could borrow your spare handcuffs. She's going to have a special treat for him when he gets home from work this afternoon."

After Gill had dressed and gone to work, Lanore sat expectantly by the telephone, hoping it would ring. If Al and Marilee got their new relationship settled on, she thought they might want to start the weekend party early.

Al came home as usual at the same time Lanore was watching the front window, still wearing her filmy black peignoir. Their eyes met briefly and they both smiled. Then Lanore held her beneath. Only she knew what was waiting for him inside the house.

She heard nothing but sighs of pleasure and lusty moans for two hours after that. Any problem of jealousy they might have had was quickly solved. Listening to the two of them made Lanore even more anxious to join in the fun.

By the house next door was quiet and a moment later her phone rang. Lanore's heart leaped, skipping anxiously. "Hello?"

A woman's voice said, "Lanore?" It wasn't Marilee…

"Uh, yes?" Lanore answered questioningly. "This is Marge Bennett from down the street."

"Yes, Mrs. Bennett?" They weren't good friends, hardly knew each other in fact.

"Call me Marge, please. No need to be formal. My husband and I are giving a little party tonight, and we thought that you and Gill might like to attend."

"He works swing shift," Lanore said. "It'll be after midnight before he gets home."

"Well, he can join us then. Why don't you come at eight? Wearing something sexy," Marge said.

"Sexy?" Lanore repeated strangely. The Bennetts had seemed to be such a proper couple, both in their late forties.

"Yes, a slinky dress and your sexiest under-things."

"Why does it matter what I have on underneath?" Lanore asked.

"Because it's that kind of a party. Some of the most important people in town will be here, and I'm sure you'll want to impress them. The men particularly."

"Oooh, wait a minute. You mean it's a swingers party?"

"We never use that word. It sounds so vulgar. But our friends do enjoy varied pleasures with new partners."

"I can't go to a party like that," she said flatly.