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Click hereAddie was taking it all in, the lust on her face stronger, more pronounced with every passing second, "Please, Nick, please."
I heard his voice for the first time, soft, full of his own lust, "Patience, babe, we've got all night... and lots more nights." Oh God! Addie had dipped her fingers inside her, wetting them with her copious pussy juices and smearing on my cock. I tried to close my eyes, to block out what I was seeing, block out what I was hearing and feeling.
Nick picked up my wife, her stocking-clad legs wrapped around his torso. He turned and pressed her against the wall, leaving room between them that Addie tore at his shirt, tearing buttons. Nick frantically pushed his shirt off, baring himself from the waist up. Addie's hands were up and down his chest, running her fingers through his chest hairs and Nick forced the gap closed between them, Addie's bare tits against his bare chest, and their lips came together again; not gently, but with the desperate need of two almost-first-time lovers.
The sounds of love weren't legible, just grunts, kisses and moaning noises. Nick carried her to the bed, laying her on her back and finished taking off his clothes, letting his swollen cock pop out in full view. Like Addie had said, the lens followed them exactly, filling the screen with their bodies.
Addie had scooted up on the bed a little more, and Nick lay down beside her, kissing her and running his hand down her tummy. His lips had moved once again to her breast at the same time as his hand disappeared into her panties.
Then as Addie's body writhed and moaned with Nick's hand inside her panties, he moved his lips back to hers, quieting the wailing that had begun to come from her lips. Addie's fingers were opening and closing, gripping and releasing the bed covers, seemingly outside her control.
The present-time Adriana, the one torturing my cock, pulled her panties aside, forcing my cock into the groove of her soaking wet pussy lips, then let the silk close back over us both, now rubbing me through her panties and her hips up and down, my cock sliding between her pussy lips... just not inside her... where I almost uncontrollably wanted to be!
Nick pulled his fingers out from her panties, his fingers wet with his juices. His hands were shaking as he pushed her panties down and off her. She still had on the sexy, black stockings.
Nick rolled over on top of her. I couldn't do it, couldn't watch. I needed to, but couldn't. I opened my eyes only for a second just as, on our big screen, his cock started to enter her. I felt out of control, couldn't stop myself from coming. I closed my eyes tightly again and heard Addie's loud scream of lust on our speakers.
Just in time, Addie rolled away, off of me. I felt a relief that my cock was out from between her panties and pussy, but so fuckin' close to having lost control and needing to come so fuckin' bad!
I opened my eyes and looked at her. She'd pulled out a big dildo, something I'd never seen her with before, and was plunging it in and out of her cunt, wailing along with the woman on our TV screen.
I couldn't look at that woman, the one that was being impaled with Nick's cock. My eyes glanced at the TV with that woman's legs wrapped around the guy's butt as he pumped in and out of her; then back at my wife beside me, her face grimacing and pushing the dildo in and out, humping with every push.
I closed my eyes tightly, listening both to the woman beside me and the same woman on the TV screen, both nearing a climax. I tried to block the sounds from my brain but couldn't. I even tried grunting loudly to block it, but it was a pretty damned feeble attempt.
The television Addie screamed, "Oh God, Oh God, Nick, Ahhh," the wailing going on. Nick's groans were nearly as loud. I didn't dare open my eyes to see it. Not now. Maybe later, another time, when Addie has released me from my orgasm prison.
The Addie beside me screamed as well. I looked and she was on her back, the dildo making hard, short, quick stabs into her pussy. I could see her muscles straining with each stab, her body writhing.
She finally stopped with it deep inside her, breathing hard, panting. After a moment she pulled it out of her, looked at me and carefully pulled the gag out of my mouth. I was relieved, frantic to get loose. It wasn't to be, though. Addie put the soaking wet dildo up to my lips and let me taste the tip, licking her juices off it, then running the entire thing over my lips like an ear of corn.
She stopped the video on her phone, telling me and watching me, "There's lots more. That was just the first time of many. But first, I have a question."
She hesitated, a long pause, "Who was the pretty redhead with you last night?"
- COMMENTS
tkh3nkey2110about 4 years agoReally enjoyed this turn about. A great continuation to the previous chapter.
LuciousLadyMaryover 4 years agoFrom your comment: "But you also need to decide: is this a hard cuckolding story or is this a hotwifing story? Because you're trying to do both and the tonal shifts are weird.
Also: she's pregnant, and that needs to be a bigger part of the narrative. Were I writing it, I'd have her lose this pregnancy soon (probably due to the cage stuff) and then leave her unprotected. None of this is my fetish, but it's clearly yours and thus I'm giving advice on those terms."
I'll comment on the last sentence first. If it's not your fetish, why the hell are you giving advice about it?
You asked if this is a HWing story or a cuckold story. By definition, her being a HW means she created a cuckold. She (sometimes even he) finds her lovers. He gives her permission and wholly supports her being with those lovers. Educate yourself before asking stupid questions please.
You say if you were writing it you would have her lose the pregnancy. That's fine. Go write one as good and detailed as this has been and let others tell you what you should have done. I laugh whenever people do this to me because about 90% of the time they have not published anything. To paraphrase a famous horror author of our time, 'If you don't like my stuff, go write your own or shut the fuck up.'
Barahirover 4 years agoYou're an excellent writer who creates exactly the moods you wish to create.
Sometimes.
Your problem, if you want to view it that way, is that you have what the Japanese would call a netorare fetish — the agony of seeing your wife being taken away by another — but you won't commit to it. You'll encourage a full swinging relationship, Addie (or Michelle) will fuck other men relentlessly and the MC will have his women, but then you go all in on deep NTR-ish relationships: the incredibly long enforced chastity, the cruise, the cage in the strip club (and BTW, there's *no* way an OB/GYN would allow a pregnant woman to go through that kind of stress), and so forth.
You also don't provide for realism. Just back from the dom/cage/almost stayed with her lover episode she's right back taking a new boyfriend? No. You're trying to write a more realistic narrative than you did with Michelle, but you're going way off the reservation and have since "Reno." You need more breathing room. But you also need to decide: is this a hard cuckolding story or is this a hotwifing story? Because you're trying to do both and the tonal shifts are weird.
Also: she's pregnant, and that needs to be a bigger part of the narrative. Were I writing it, I'd have her lose this pregnancy soon (probably due to the cage stuff) and then leave her unprotected. None of this is my fetish, but it's clearly yours and thus I'm giving advice on those terms.
BigDee44over 4 years agoI wonder if it was not dangerous to both put him on his back and put a gag in his mouth so soon after eating? If his dinner came up there would be almost no chance to prevent aspiration, which seems to always lead to death due to lung damage.
As for me, and I have never seen this written about, although I doubt I am the only one to suffer it, when going directly to a back-laying position, my draining sinuses lead to a very gaggish feeling that leads me to spending so much time trying to swallow thick mucous, which in turn leads to so much time holding my breath that I then fear I cannot breath, which then leads to panic. This with no restrictive device strapped to my mouth! I honestly shudder to think of it. Maybe there is a character on whom to inflict this?
