Friday, November 8, 2013

Silly Rabbit

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  1. This image and story give me blissful waves of sexual pleasures. This is so like when my wife outed me to my work friends at a party with hot tubing. We had already started meeting men at her lounges and having Fmm threesomes. She pulled her gloves, like these, from her purse and slowly up over her arms when she was looking for the guy she wanted on those nights. Her outfits would be from Secrets in Lace and Betty Page sources; underwired black bra for her top, seamed stockings held up by her garter belts or bustier, six inch stiletto heels. She had totally femdomed me in the first three weeks of our first intimacy. I had to honor her by wearing my lingerie under my man clothes, tonight... and really every day.

    I was her wing-cuckold, there to do what I could to help her get laid. She has sent me to younger, bigger men at the bar. I was to tell them that "my wife wants to buy you a drink. Would you like to go set with her in our booth?" She, sitting facing us on the outside edge of our deep, dimly lighted booth.

    When he looked over to see this hot wife, she crossed her legs so that he could see the tops of her stocking. "I'll send over your drinks." I got to sit in his place at the bar and watch her put on wet red lipstick and flirt with him shamelessly. Soon her satiny hands were fondling him under the table as her lips kissed him on his neck, then his willing lips. I could watch as she caressed the insides of his thighs with her palms, sliding slowly closer to his zipper until she was stroking his bulging erection through his pants. She whispered things into his ear that made him quiver. Hunching his hips hard back into her gloves, I could see wild abandon in his eyes and hers. When she reached up to unzip him, when his naked boner was in her gloved hands, she looked into my eye and I had a premature ejaculation, sitting there at the bar and watching my wife jack him off. I had gushed explosively into my panties, so much so that it leaked past my panties and wetted my trousers in spots.

    My wife saw me cuming; looking, hypnotized by her stroking black satin femdoming gloves over another man's bigger cock. With that smile that tells me she is going to fuck this man on our couch and then in our bed. It was humiliating and so trashy hot. Every movement as I writhed quietly from my premature ejaculation caused my stockings to slide over my thighs and my short, wide butt plug to give me sexual pleasure.

    This all led to the night of that fantastic party in a house in the hills overlooking the city. We had talked for months, pillow talk about her starting to have more sex with my office mates. We had invited one guy over for dinner that she wanted. I was so afraid of what she told me she was going to do to him to give him orgasms. At dinner with three and delicious wine, even a pipe and smoke. My wife sat across the small table from Paul so that she could touch his ankles with her high heels. I sat at a 90 from them both, sorta out of their site lines.

    Since the first time she had seen Paul in my office, she would give me glove job orgasms and talk to me about fucking him. I was her adoring cuckold, I was bi-sexual, and a cross dresser so I surrendered easily. Maybe the humiliation of seeing my wife sucking my co-worker's bigger cock was my sexual reward. There was no light between the two. Paul was a standup guy and would not betray my wife so I ignored the wee alarm I felt bringing my office into our lascivious sex life. I should have listened.