N Morley: Packing Heat: Femdom Strap-On Stories

She turned to the horrified Brooke. It wasn’t until later that I realized that if I’d been watching closely, I would have recognized the look that passed between them—and probably seen Gina wink.

But at that moment, all I saw was Gina’s naked body, her tits pressed to me, her hand curving around my cock.

“Don’t worry, Brooke,” said Gina. “I have to do it. To save your marriage.”

Brooke’s expression changed, going from horror to anger to pleasure. She smiled.

“All right, Bob,” she said. “Go ahead and fuck Gina. I’ll watch.”

Gina massaged and kneaded the bulge in my pants, then unbuttoned my pants and worked my zipper down over my hard cock.

Brooke tucked her feet under her, sitting cross-legged on the sofa and watching us.

Gina dropped to her knees, pulling my cock out. The scent of the two women’s naked bodies filled my nostrils. I was going to fuck Gina good, so good she screamed. I was going to punish Brooke by making her watch me do Gina. It was a hateful thing to do, I knew, but my jealousy was driving me.

Brooke got off the couch, put her arms around me and kissed me fully on the lips. When her tongue slipped into my mouth, I could taste Gina’s pussy, rich and tangy on my wife’s mouth.

“I’m sorry, Bob,” said Brooke when our lips separated. “I tried to be good. I was kind of hoping you’d make a move on her so I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about it. Please tell me you’re not mad.”

“I am,” I said.

At that moment Gina’s lips closed around the head of my cock and began to slide up and down on my erect shaft. I gasped and moaned softly as Brooke took my hand in hers and placed it on top of Gina’s bobbing head. The two women guided me to the couch and sat me down; as Gina repositioned herself between my legs, I reached down and took hold of those magnificent tits I’d been spending the whole week fantasizing about touching. Brooke put her hand on mine and guided one of my thumbs to Gina’s nipple. As I pinched gently her breathtaking face twisted in an expression of ecstasy, her nipples already sensitized from her long lovemaking session with my wife.

Brooke began to kiss me hungrily, our tongues mingling as she reached down to wrap her fingers around the base of my cock as Gina sucked the head. Brooke unbuttoned my shirt and began to suckle my nipples; I laid back on the couch.

“I’m still mad,” I said. “Make it up to me.”

“Oh, we will,” said my wife, mischievously, sliding down my body and joining Gina between my legs.

Both of them started hungrily sucking on my cock; Gina licked her way to the top of my cockhead, swirling her tongue around the glans while Brooke took my balls into her mouth and lavished affection on them with her tongue. Gina’s skilled fingers moved their way up to my nipples and played with them as she sucked me. Ever since I’d seen Gina at the airport, I’d longed to see her magnificent, full lips wrapped around my hard shaft. Her big, beautiful eyes looked up at me as she sucked my cock, telling me with their sparkle that she was enjoying this even more than I was.

Brooke came up for air from between my legs, leaving my balls sticky with her spittle as she massaged them with her hand. “Come to bed with us, Bob,” she cooed. “We’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Gina took one hand and Brooke took the other, and the two of them led me into our bedroom.

There’s nothing like old friends, I decided, for keeping a marriage interesting.

Gina and Brooke kissed and fondled me as they slipped off my clothes. They pushed me naked onto the bed, which was still damp with their lovemaking. Gina got between my legs and started running her full lips up and down my cock again while Brooke settled down onto my face. I hungrily started eating my wife’s cunt while she leaned forward so she could enjoy my cock alongside her best friend. Gina and Brooke traded off pleasuring my cock and sucking my balls while Brooke’s moans mounted in volume with each stroke of my tongue on her pussy. She was gushing with arousal; I lapped up her juices as the two of them worked my cock. Soon Brooke’s hips were grinding in time with my thrusts, and I knew she was going to come soon.

“Roll over,” sighed Brooke, lifting herself off my face.

“Why?” I asked.

Brooke looked down at me and giggled. “Just do it,” she said. Gina’s mouth came off my cock and pushed my legs over. I let them roll me onto my stomach, and Brooke straddled my back. I felt her seizing my wrists and pushing them into the black fabric straps I’d installed for when Brooke was in the mood for something kinky. I’d used them on her many times, strapping her spread-eagled to the bed before fucking her silly—but she’d never used them on me.

Gina was giving my ankles the same treatment, and before I knew it I was fastened, spread, to the bed. Face down.

“Hey,” I said weakly. “You can’t get at the good stuff if you tie me this way!”

Gina disappeared as Brooke slid down my body and began to kiss and nuzzle my neck, her legs spread around my ass.

“Oh, yes we can,” she said, seizing my hair.

I could feel my cock throbbing against the sex-damp sheets, and it had just begun to dawn on me that I shouldn’t have let these two women tie me up. “Hey,” I growled. “I liked what we were doing before. Let me up.”

Gina was beside the bed, handing my wife a ball gag. I opened my mouth to protest, and Brooke used that moment to stuff the ball gag into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she got the strap around the back of my head and pulled the buckle tight.

As I struggled against the bonds, I realized for the first time that Gina had gotten more than just the ball gag. I looked at her in horror as I saw that she’d taken her moment away to get something else from her suitcase.

Gina was wearing a harness, into which was fitted a huge black dildo.

I tried to scream a protest, but the ball gag prevented it. I’d done a good job of installing the straps; I was bound and helpless. I heard the big, heavy bed frame creaking as I pulled against it in protest. I watched as Brooke leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of Gina’s strapped-on cock. Her mouth glided up and down the shaft, eagerly, the way she’d sucked my cock just a moment ago—the way she’d sucked my cock so many nights in the past.

Her lips came away from Gina’s cock and strings of spit glistened from her mouth to the head.

“I bought this especially so Gina could fuck me with it,” said Brooke. “But now I see she’s got another task ahead of her. I’m never going to have the marriage I want unless we teach you a lesson, Bob. Don’t you agree?”

I screamed a desperate protest behind the gag, but it only came out as a pathetic, muffled groan. Gina looked down at me and smiled, pretty as a peach, her beautiful lips still glistening from my cock and my wife’s pussy. Then Brooke seized my hair and roughly pulled back my head. Gina slapped my face, hard, shocking me.

“Oooh,” I said. “I like that.” Her hand went to her cock and stroked it firmly. “It makes my dick hard.”

Gina slapped me again, and I felt the shame and humiliation wash over me. If they’d just take the gag out, I’d apologize for getting so angry—I’d beg Brooke to forgive me. Of course she could fool around with her old friend—I knew it didn’t mean anything. I knew it was just for fun.

But they didn’t take the gag out, and Brooke made it quite clear she had no intention of forgiving me.

Her hand tangled in my hair, she kept my head forced up, my face turned to Gina. Gina slapped me again, harder this time. And again. And again, harder, with the back of her hand, hitting me so hard my head spun. I felt sobs surging up in the back of my throat; Gina hit me again and again and again until I couldn’t hold them down. My eyes filled with tears and sobs wracked my naked body.