Lisa, Seth and Tomas in the Champaign Room
Lisa came home early after her shift on Thursday afternoon. Her makeup was a mess, and it was obviously a drinking day.
“Hey, so how was it today?”
“It was fun today. I made a ton of money, but I crossed the line.”
“Do tell me, Lisa.”
“I fucked up and broke rule number one: No cock in the pussy. Let me tell you everything before you get mad or say anything.”
Sam set me up with a couple of VIPs from the Bay Area. He said they were big spenders and liked to party with a single entertainer. One of their friends recommended me.
Seth and Tomas are tech guys. They were both young and funny. The session started with a bottle of champagne and lots of lap dances. Then things got a bit out of hand when the tequila shots showed up. It was sexy going from one guy to another, giving dances while the other watched. Seth would get little hands-on, then Tomas would pull me over to him. I was being passed from one to the other. It was intoxicating having two guys fighting over me, and it really put me in a sexy mood.
We went through the menu. Of course, they both wanted blowjobs.
Seth and his big dick were first. While I sucked Seth, I could see Tomas watching and stroking his dick. We made eye contact. I knew he wanted me after watching me pleasure his friend’s dick.
Seth was quick and got off in my mouth. He had a lot of cum, I almost choked, but I swallowed it all. I remained on my knees and crawled over to Tomas. He also had a big dick with shaved balls, which reminded me of yours. I was dirty with him by licking and sucking his balls. As I looked up to his eyes, I sucked his dick down my throat. My nose touched his abdomen, and we locked eyes. He put both hands on my head and basically fucked me until he dumped his sperm down my throat. He came a lot, and I mean an abnormal amount. I counted five pulses of him in my throat, my lips wrapped around his balls.
Now this is the part for which I hope you don’t kill me.
After the blowjobs, they both fucked me. They took turns. First Seth, then Tomas.
After Tomas came in my mouth, I looked at Seth, and his dick was hard. He pulled me up and laid me on the table. At this point, I must have been out of my mind. I couldn’t resist. He pulled off my g-string and spread my legs. He just stared at me as he studied my body. Intensely focused on my pussy. In a low voice, just saying how beautiful I was over and over. His hands lifted my thighs, opening my pussy as he pushed his big hard dick into me. A powerful push in, and the hard fucking began. Not like fucking a girlfriend, but fucking a whore or a sexual toy. This thought worked for me. I came twice with him, pounding me on that bar table. He pulled his dick out and sprayed thick lines of cum on my belly. Seth moved aside. Tomas took his place. I was so hot and wet with Seth’s cum on my body. Tomas went to work. Pounding me with authority and no care. He used me for his entertainment. Now I was his sexual toy. I was lost in the scene and couldn’t say a word. I came again. A moment later, he pulled out and masturbated his dick until he sprayed his thick sperm on my tits and neck.
How could these two guys have hard dicks again in such a short amount of time? Granted, they were young, but I suspect Viagra or something.
I sat up, dizzy and wrecked. My mascara ran down my face, and my lipstick smeared. Several cum shots all over my body. Seth handed me another shot of tequila. Tomas dropped a stack of cash on the table and asked me for my number. I was confused, but I gave him my work cell. He said they’re down in LA every few weeks and want to see me again. After they left, I sat alone and tried to gather my thoughts. I had so much cum on my body that it took a little time to clean up and get dressed. I couldn’t find my g-string, and I know Seth took it.
That is the truth. I always promised to tell the truth. I swear I told you everything. Explicitly just the way you want. I know the first rule: no cock in the pussy; that is where I fucked up.
I don’t know what to say to make it right, but I love you and am sorry. I want to blame all this on the tequila. Please somehow find a way to forgive me. I was confused because we have our dirty talk. There are times when you want to see me fuck other guys. This time I did. I just wish you were there to watch.
“Sean, are we okay?”
I am dead silent. I mean, what the fuck?
“No Lisa, we’re not okay. Two guys just fucked my wife today, and that’s not part of the plan.”
I had listened to all of it, pissed but equally intrigued and somewhat turned on by all of this.
“Lisa, go to the bedroom and put on the pink latex dress, and report to the playroom immediately.”
Lisa was silent, then she went. No argument. No negotiation. Obedient in the specific way that tells me that some part of her knows that this was coming.
I closed the curtains. Locked the front door. Put on some music. Went to the second bedroom and stripped the blankets from the bed. Pulled the restraint leashes from the corners, clipping them to the frame. Preparing for our session.
Lisa appeared in the doorway dressed as required.
The pink latex dress is a size 00, which is slightly too small, and that is the point. The latex strained across her breasts and rode up over her ass so that the lower curves of both cheeks were exposed. The scoop of the neckline was low enough that when she moved, her nipples slipped into view. She had put on the Dolly platinum wig and the pink lipstick with heavy dark eye makeup, along with the pink patent knee-high platform boots. She stood in the doorway looking like a woman who had taken the instruction of “correction” but dressed it in the direction of “pleasure.”
That was her mistake, and she knew it the moment she saw my face.
Lisa lay obediently on the bed without instruction.
I placed the wrist restraints and the Fuck Toy collar around her neck.
I proceeded to fuck her ass, pussy and mouth with no concern for her pleasure. I used my Fuck Toy as I wanted. I was ready to come. I pulled my cock out of her ass and masturbated. Unloading my balls on her face. Deliberate lines of cum striping her pretty face. Lisa did not turn away. When I finished, she was lying there in a pool of disarray. I reached for my phone and started photographing the wreckage of my pretty little wife, Lisa. Her pink dress was riding on her hips with her pussy exposed. Tits fell out. Most importantly, my cum on her face. She smiled for the camera and blew kisses.
I unlocked the wrist restraints, leaving the Fuck Toy collar on for good reason. Lisa pulled me down on her and reached for my cock as it began to harden instinctively. I kissed her with my cum still on her face, and felt her hands on my back pulling me down on her. Her legs opened.
Her nails dug into my back. Not gently. Long, deliberate scratches that ran from my shoulder blades to the small of my back. She drew blood in thin lines. I pressed my hard cock into her pussy. She made a muted moan, partly of pleasure and partly of pain. We fucked. We came together. Both of us were in synchronization that was not planned. Now calm on the bare mattress after an intense afternoon
Her head on my chest. My arm around her. Mascara and cum on her cheeks. Her lipstick is gone. I have bloody scratches stinging on my back.
The correction is complete. Order was restored. Lisa understands the balance. I looked at the ceiling and felt her breathing slow against my chest, and thought about what we are. What other couples will never know, our specific, extraordinary marriage that others only fictionalize.
She looked up at me.
Lisa asked, “We’re good?”
“Yes, we’re good, Lisa.
