I was sat in my office, watching the depraved beauty, my wife Melissa, on the PC in front of me about to take a new cock. The bloke lifted his head from her soaked pussy, and from the view of the camera, even I could tell that she had soaked the thick cotton fabric that covered the massage table. I watched the bloke hook his thumbs into his jogging pants and pull them swiftly to the floor.
My mouth dropped open as I sat back in the leather chair.
There were only two words to describe my thoughts, “Fuck me!”
-oOo-
It all started a few months ago. Melissa and I decided that we would entertain the idea of visiting a club. Not your ordinary club, but one where people get naked and do naughty things to each other. We were shown around, as you are, by the hostess, and were amazed at all the rooms and toys that were available. Melissa’s eye was caught by a massage table that stood in the centre of a room. We were both intrigued and asked what happened in that room; pointing with our fingers. We were both sold by the explanation and Melissa loved the idea.
It wasn’t long after, when the evening was starting to get going, that Melissa found herself on the table, naked and blindfolded. Tokens were being sold at the bar to men that could then come and play with Melissa for a specified amount of time. The more time you wanted, the higher the token value, and the one with the star on it was the orgasm token. Once that was played it was game over and Melissa would have to relinquish the table for the next participant. It seemed a great game to play for our first introduction to a new lifestyle.
Melissa was a man only person, bisexualism wasn’t part of her vocabulary, and so it was that we set the rules so that only men were allowed to buy tokens and I would be her guardian angel for the night. I took the tokens and let the men inside to play with, pleasure and tease my wife.
I loved it. I loved every moment, from watching the men walk up to me, hand me their token and take their place with Melissa. I loved it when they teased her, especially when they brought her to the brink and then stopped.
Melissa loved it too; the cocks sliding across her lips, the fingers tweaking her nipples and pushing inside her wet pussy and the touch of their tongues on her sensitive skin. Men seemed to love licking her nipples and fondling her breasts while letting their tackle flop onto her face. A few buried their tongue between her velvety lips which caused her to moan out loud. I can’t imagine that she was all that enamoured with being left high and dry on occasions.
I had been watching Melissa with intent, my cock hardening each time she was used. I was also watching all the other people at the bar. I noticed a red head slowly walk towards me with a large grin on her face and I wondered whether she had come to please me while I stood guard.
She sidled up to me and introduced herself. “My name’s Sophie.”
“Hi, Sophie,” I replied smiling at her ample breasts and equally gorgeous body.
“I’ve been watching you all night and I couldn’t help but try my luck!”
I had to disappoint her, “Ummm, my wife’s only here for the men.”
“But I have a token,” she said holding it up proudly.
I looked on her with slight puzzlement on my face, “How did you get that token?”
“I kind of cheated,” she replied, looking at me quizzically. “My husband bought me this and it would be a shame to waste it.”
I started to shake my head and was about to inform her that I would be dead if I were to let a woman touch my wife, but my eyes were transfixed on the token she held out to me, the one with a star on it. I looked at her breasts wobble as she shook her shoulders from side to side; smiling furtively at me all the time. I felt my breathing increase as my hand reached out to take it.
I knew it was wrong, we had made rules, Melissa and I should stick to them. I swallowed hard as my hand contacted with the token.
Sophie’s eyes seemed to light up and her lips pouted with excitement.
I was about to betray my wife’s sentiments as I clutched at the token and accepted it.
Sophie raised herself on tip toe and whispered in my ear, “You won’t regret this, she won’t know, I promise.”
I watched as Sophie’s fingers stroked their way up my wife’s leg, onto her thigh and brushed across her pussy. I changed my position so that I could watch more easily from the side.
I noticed Sophie look on my wife’s body like a predator. Her lips quivered uncontrollably as she slipped her finger inside her cunt and she was mumbling to herself all the time.
My wife started moaning at the intrusion and then she arched her back. Evidently, Sophie had hit something up inside her that caused her to flinch. I could guess what that was. A second finger joined it and soon Melissa’s breasts were heaving.
Sophie was licking her lips as my wife groaned loudly. Melissa was whimpering to herself and shaking her head from side to side with every touch inside her. Without much finesse, Sophie then pulled her fingers out and using both palms of her hands forcefully pushed my wife’s thighs apart.
Sophie dived to her cunt and immediately let her tongue penetrate Melissa’s honey pot. She probed it for about half a minute, all the while pushing Melissa’s legs upwards until her bum was partly off the table. Sophie then started on her puckered hole and I could see her tongue stiffen and slide into my wife’s anus.
I started stroking my cock with some urgency at the sight before me. My wife was thrashing on the table and I had my cock firmly in my fist. I loved every moment.
Sophie then started to alternate between both holes until she finally settled on her pussy and clitoris. Her mouth clamped down on Melissa’s clit and she sucked it hard while pushing her legs even further apart.
Melissa came heavily. So heavily in fact that she soaked Sophie’s mouth and chin with her juices.
Sophie lapped it all up, every last drop, until she stood up, winked at me and slipped off to join her husband at the bar.
I watched them both kiss each other and noticed his cock grow significantly when he tasted Melissa’s juices on his wife’s lips.
Melissa’s game was over. Those were the rules of the table and I had to assist her off it and remove the blindfold.
“How was that?” I asked, shaking with a little trepidation in case Melissa realised the truth.
“Fucking amazing, that bloke can lick some pussy, he was so fucking amazing…”
I smiled in her direction, hugged her and pulled her close to me. I mouthed the words, “thank you,” to Sophie who was looking in our direction from across the room.
I never let on that the last man was a woman. I just didn’t have the heart to tell her. It bothered me for a while that I had done what I did, but as we left the club and were driving home, Melissa, told me that the best time of the night was having that orgasm on the table whilst being blindfolded.
I knew I had made the right decision.
-oOo-
That was the start of our little adventure.
After that Melissa was hooked on the game of being blindfolded whilst having sex. So much so, that we converted a small room in our house into a bed, together with a massage table, just like the one in the club. I even took the liberty of kitting the room out with miniature CCTV cameras so that everything could be recorded; being the pervert that I was.
We had made some friends from the club on that night, and I had exchanged some phone numbers with them before we all left to go our separate ways.
Over time, our game evolved, but we played the game differently to the one in the club.
When Melissa needed anonymous sex, and I mean needed it, she would let me know, and I would arrange to make myself scarce for the night. Melissa never knew that scarce sometimes meant locking the study room door and watching on the CCTV cameras. She used to think I went out for the evening, but that wasn’t always the case.
Melissa had six phone contacts in her mobile phone that just said Anon1 to Anon6. She didn’t know who they belonged to and she was adamant that she didn’t need to know. Melissa would choose some numbers from the list, depending on her mood, and text them with an invitation to come and use her at a precise time. She would then unlock the door, go back to the room and blindfold herself.
The first time, John and David turned up. John, by the way, was Sophie’s husband from the club. She had text both of them and they arrived together. I went out that night to the local pub and left Melissa to it.
When I got back the house was quiet. Melissa was on all fours on the bed, her body flat against the sheets and her arse poking in the air. The sheets were soaked. She still had the blindfold on though.
I stepped up next to her and ran my hands over her bottom; snaking my finger into her well lubricated cunt.
“Was it good?”
“Fuck, was it good,” she replied.
I pushed my finger deep inside her before dropping my trousers and fucking her while she was exposed on the bed. It was exhilarating, for both of us. We both experienced Earth shattering orgasms. I knew mine was the first for the evening, but I wondered how many Melissa had already had.
When we finished, I told her that I had to do some work in the study and that she should have a shower so that we can start again.
I never had any intention of doing any work, but I watched how Melissa got fucked by two men. They teased the fuck out of her while she was on the table. Every mouth, hand and finger was all over her. Nipples were pulled, breasts were sucked and cocks playfully slipped into her holes as she lay there in complete abandon. She loved the attention of everyone.
I watched as Melissa was spit-roasted on the bed before John pulled out of her cunt and shot his load all over her back and I got very horny by the time David pulled his cock from her mouth and ran behind her. As soon as he knelt between her legs, his cock was inside her and his hands were reaching forward to grasp her long flowing blonde hair. David jerked her head backwards as he fucked her hard. Riding her like a horse. He definitely didn’t pull out, and jettisoned his spunk into my lovely wife’s cunt. The same cunt I just fucked in exactly the same way a few moments ago.
I switched the PC off and left the study. My cock bounced along in front of me until I reached the bedroom. Melissa was reclined on the bed, all clean and smelling of roses.
She wouldn’t be smelling of roses for long, I thought to myself.
Melissa had many more adventures as a result of her phone book. Out of the six numbers that Melissa had access to, there were two women. I had to explain, that if they were called upon, that whatever they do they mustn’t let on. Sophie was by far the most adept at subterfuge. She turned up one evening with a strap-on and fucked Melissa alongside her own husband just like a bloke would have done. Melissa had a real cock in her mouth and a pretend one in her pussy.
We eventually extended the number of people. Not by us meeting them, but by Sophie and the others recommending them.
I would tell Melissa that she will have a new number and to use it wisely until such time as we trusted them.
-oOo-
This is why I am sitting in the study, watching my wife’s legs being pulled into the air by the strong arms of the bloke that is Anon7, and he is about to impale her. Even I don’t know his name, as he was one of the new numbers that was added to her list recently.
Sophie recommended him. I made a mental note, not to rely on Sophie’s choice of men anymore. By the end of the night, I may be proved wrong.
Even I was shocked when I saw him drop his trousers. Melissa would have been shocked too if she hadn’t had the blindfold on. I wondered whether I should intervene, but I reckoned Melissa wouldn’t thank me for that either. I bit my lip and watched. She was certainly about to find out what she had let herself in for.
Up to that point in time everything was progressing smoothly. He was attentive, lavishing her with kisses on all parts of her body. He brushed his cock against her hands as she stretched them over her head; at the same time as leaning in to kiss her on the lips. Then he slowly nuzzled his head between her thighs and licked her sensitive white skin until she shivered with delight.
I was watching on the CCTV, and even my cock was hard as fuck. I slipped my hand down my trousers and started to pull on it a little. Then I blatantly undid my trousers and pulled it out; wanking on it freely when he stuck his tongue in her cunt and feasted on her until she came. He seemed to love the way her juices covered his chin.
It was when he stood up and dropped his jogging pants that I let out a gasp.
There it was in front of me on the monitor, circumcised and fucking huge. It was hard as fuck already and I watched as he pulled his cock horizontal before letting it rest between Melissa’s pussy lips. He brushed it up and down a few times; parting them so eloquently as if waiting to be announced.
I saw her place her hands on the back of her head as she lifted her bum off the table.
I was mesmerised, as I pulled on my own insignificant looking cock.
The words just came out of my mouth as I spoke to the monitor, “Fucking give it to the slut.” I just couldn’t have held them in any longer. Melissa was so wantonly displayed in front of him with a soaking wet cunt and a cock that was about to make things far worse.
I saw him slip the head inside her.
That alone was enough to force a grimace on her face and I saw Melissa’s lips quiver with uncertainty at the intrusion. Her pussy lips opened up and his cock forced its way inside her. Melissa let out a loud gasp as she felt her lower regions stretch and adjust to his size.
In all honesty, the bloke was really gentle with her; waiting for her to become accustomed to his size before pushing it in a little further.
One of the rules of the room is that no one speaks. Well, not words anyway. That would give the game away a little especially if Melissa heard a female’s voice. So there was no way he could ask her if she was alright and there was no way she could say stop, if she wasn’t.
His cock buried itself by another inch inside her and I could hear and see Melissa pant as she took him. His muscular hands then grabbed Melissa under her bottom and he pulled her onto him.
Melissa let out a shriek into the room, her hands smacked hard down on either side of the table, and her bottom raised from it; causing his cock to push in a little further again. Melissa then calmed down a bit as he let her savour his length and girth.
Eventually he stopped pushing it in. There were still a few inches of cock extruding from her, but I guess it had nowhere else to go.
He then started to fuck her. I watched, amazed, as his cock retracted and pushed back inside of my wife’s cunt. He placed a hand on her lower stomach, holding her pussy still and started to fuck his massive cock into her.
Melissa was crying out. All sorts of expletives left her mouth, breaking the rule of words; but I could forgive her on this one. I think I would have screamed too if that cock was fucking me.
It wasn’t long before Melissa really did step over the boundary.
“Fuck it in harder, push it right up,” I heard her say.
He did exactly as he was told.
Melissa started to cry out with every thrust. Every intrusion seemed to bring her to the brink of orgasm. His cock filled her so much that it caused her clit to bend over and stroke his veined length as it was pushed inside. Every little flutter of her clit on his cock helped. The pounding of his cock brought Melissa to a swift but very enjoyable orgasm.
Melissa erupted when he pulled his cock from her cunt. She was thrashing about on the table; her legs shaking violently and her pussy was ejecting copious quantities of juice all over his body.
As she came underneath her lover, so did I. I wasn’t expecting it. I was slowly stroking my cock and pleasing myself but I didn’t expect for all this spunk to jet over the desk in front of me. It just happened. I decided to enjoy it rather than try and suppress the feeling so I lifted my bum off the chair and wanked it harder until I squirted.
I watched him stroke his cock a few times as he nonchalantly walked the length of the table. As he positioned his cock over her lips, he let loose; ribbons of cum splashed on her face, tits and over her stomach before he rested his bulbous head on her lips.
Melissa was eager to suck on it and take it into her mouth, too eager, if you were to ask me.
Her hands came up on his bottom and she sucked it inside her; pulling him towards her and swallowing his sword. Not a lot went in to be honest; she just couldn’t take it.
I started to look around for some tissues to clean up the mess. Spunk was dribbling out of my cock and down my hands and had started to wet my trousers. The desk was covered with a few ropes of cum and I spotted a few splashes on the monitor itself; right over Melissa’s left breast as it happened.
I waited in the study until Anon7 had left. Melissa knew that I wouldn’t come home until the specified time so I hid myself away, tidied up the study, shut everything down and quietly crept out of the house.
I made my noisy entrance to the house about ten minutes later and found Melissa lying on her back on the table covered in spunk. She was searching for it with her fingers, lifting it off, and sucking on them until they were clean. Her legs were bent and she sighed when she heard my voice.
“Hello, nice fuck was it?”
Melissa just sighed and nodded, searched for another string of cum with her fingers and slipped it lovingly into her mouth.
“Is that all, nothing more to add?”
Melissa reluctantly turned her head to me, “Boy, did I get fucked tonight.”
I nodded to myself.
Bending down I hesitated but kissed her on the lips anyway, “I suppose you’re ready for my cock then,” I said smiling to myself, knowing that mine would have been far too uninspiring for her.
With a sigh she responded, “You’ll have to fuck my arse,” she told me, “my pussy has been well and truly used.”
I jumped up like a bull in a china shop, “Are you serious?”
Melissa nodded, “Lube it up and fuck it into me.”
I cannot explain how I felt. I had never fucked Melissa in her arse before, she would never let me, and here she was inviting me to do just that.
I plastered my cock with KY as it sprang to attention. I pulled Melissa to the edge of the table and fucked my cock into her arse, just like I was told to do. I just hoped the CCTV was still recording and that I hadn’t switched it off in my haste. I badly wanted to stop and fuck Melissa from behind but I daren’t stop now. This was the chance of a lifetime and I wasn’t about to throw that away.
To say that Melissa came was an understatement. I did too and I let her keep Anon7’s number in her phone. I pretty much knew how much she would use it too.
I knew that this video of Anon7 would also be one video I would not be deleting for a while and it would be placed alongside my most precious video when Melissa was fucked by Sophie and her famous black strap-on. The same night she slipped into the study and sucked me off before visiting Melissa afterwards. I still watch that video of Sophie and Melissa, every now and then.
I was going to share the video of Anon7 with Melissa, but I’m glad I didn’t. It would have been so awkward in hindsight. I found out some time later that the man that fucked Melissa that night, worked for the same company as she did. We met at a Christmas party some months later and I recognised him. He was quite attentive towards Melissa but she never knew who it was that fucked her that night at all. It’s how she wants it to be.
Anonymous sex – at its best, as she keeps telling me. I don’t make it easy for her though. I often get hold of her phone and mix the numbers up. The next time she text’s Anon7 it could be someone else.
