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"Wow, another glorious creampie ... let's zoom in on that wonderful, delicious creampie!" Eddie decided suddenly, clearly looking forward to the chance to lap it up.
"He really is a cum-slurper, I see," I told Tyson, who grinned.
"Yeah, well, between us, I think that he'll get more than his fill to eat. Amazing. He's clearly a straight dude, but just as clearly loves to eat those creampies!" Tyson chuckled.
"That's our Eddie. What a guy!" Lester laughed.
"Well, he's cool. He just has his own quirks, just like us. Just ... different kinks, of course. Creampies are his thing, but he owns it, so it's cool!" Darius smiled.
"My turn, folks. Here I come ... just not yet," I punned.
I lined up behind my gorgeous little Danish wife once again, grabbing the finely shaped cheeks of her splendid ass as I slid into her slimy, wet cunt. She felt even better than usual to my cock, slick, juicy, and warm to the touch. I began fucking Britta-Lise in earnest, thrusting forcefully with my stiff prick, as deep as I could put it. I went deeper and then deeper still, bottoming out inside her soaked slit. Her eager, robust hip movements met me halfway several times and brought both of us closer to the edge.
I reached over and removed her ball gag, because I wanted to hear what she said now.
"Oh ... fuck ... fuck ... thank you ... thank you, baby! You're the best ... husband ... ever!" my wife shouted as I pounded her still.
"You're the best ... wife ... ever ... so that makes us even!" I grunted as I hit bottom inside my delightful wife, "your pussy feels so ... good like this ... nice and slimy!"
"You ... you ... know how to make me happy! Thank ... you! I will ... do ... whatever ... you ... wish!" Britta-Lise howled as she took me balls deep inside her creamy twat.
"Damn, that ass of yours ... I love those freckles on your cheeks ... they really turn me on so much! So does your brown eye! This is my butt, isn't it? Your tushy is mine!" I taunted my wife as she screamed my name.
"Yes ... yes ... yes ... Hank ... you ... own ... my ass! It's ... yours ... it's yours, honey ... I swear!" she vocally surrendered the booty as well as physically.
"Yes, I own this bottom ... it belongs to me ... but I love sharing it, too!" I proclaimed.
"And I ... own ... your ... ass ... and love to ... share it...!" my wife shouted for her part.
"I think that we have at least part of a pact, don't we?" I teased her, but I could sense that we were both on the same page on this.
"Yes ... Hank ... yes! We ... do! But ... what about ... my ... pussy!" Britta-Lise asked me mischievously as I pumped in and out of her glorious snatch.
"I own that, too, and I love sharing it!" I declared for her benefit.
"And ... I ... I own your cock and ... I love to share it...!" my wife cried out.
"With whom do you want to share this cock, baby?" I teased her a bit, "with other men ... or other women ... or both?"
"BOTH! With whom ... would you share ... this pussy? Men ... or women ... or both?" Britta-Lise played along.
"Both ... of course!" I slapped her bottom now as I drove my dick deep inside her yummy slit again.
"That's ... a deal!" my wife moaned out loud as I humped her even harder.
"Yes, but you're forgetting the mouth ... I own this mouth, don't I? I get to share it with whomever I wish," I drew out this highly stimulating conversation.
"With whom would you share this mouth, baby?" Britta-Lise asked me, knowing full well the answer.
"Anyone I wished," I grinned as I kept thrusting furiously in and out her delectable cunt.
"I ... own your mouth, though ... and I'll share it with anyone ... I wish, too," my wife asserted.
"And with whom would you share my mouth?" I teased her again while slapping her luscious bum and filling up her fine pussy.
"Anyone I please!" Britta-Lise screamed as she came yet again, splattering me with her cunny juices.
I lost it entirely, cumming in a rush, one rope following the next in quick succession. I filled my dear wife with so much cum that one would never guess that I fucked her shortly before the shower. I pumped out a fuck-ton of jizz, surprising even myself. My white-hot spunk leaked out of my bride's tasty pussy and down Britta-Lise's thighs, spilling onto the bed sheets again.
"We're gonna talk about this pact of ours again, very soon, but I think that we have a tentative framework for a model marriage. A wonderful union of slut and stud, don't you think, my dear?" I teased my delightful spouse as I briefly licked her butthole and slapped her buttocks.
"YES!" my wife shouted, clearly enthusiastic about the understanding that we created during this gang-bang.
"Okay, Eddie, you're up. Add your load to the creampie and then chow down!" I urged Eddie, who licked his lips and went behind my wife to enter her as I put the gag back in her mouth.
I wanted my wife talking to me during sex, because she was my sweetheart, my lover. That was a couple working through their loose-ends. I didn't need her un-gagged for the rest of the gang-bang, because this was part of the role-play and the game, to keep her gagged. For the moment, she was back to being my fuckmeat again. The interlude of her being my partner in this enterprise was done for now. Now she was a cum whore once more.
I watched quietly, along with the other guys, fascinated by the way that Eddie drilled my wife through that massive creampie already in her dripping wet gash. He really pounded her pussy with self-evident fervor, his dick pushing in and pulling out of her with vigor. She was too far gone to last much longer, of course, the cumulative effect of so many smaller orgasms building up to a crescendo, a much larger climax sure to shake her entire body from head to toe. She knew what was next, after all. He was going to eat all of that cum out of her pussy once he filled her up himself.
My wife was already a hot, steamy mess as it was. Now, with every thrust, every stroke of her hips and Eddie's, every push of his prick back inside her body, she lost more and more of her self-control. She jerked and chafed at her bonds now, her body growing taut one moment, and then slack the next. She stretched from the impact of so many shoves into her sweet, wet snatch by the porn director. One final push ... and it happened. Eddie shot out his motherlode, creaming her at last. He long-dicked her a couple more strokes before he softened and slid out of her delicious pussy now.
"Alright, sweetie, here I come ... I'm gonna eat you like the Big Bad Wolf!" Eddie knelt behind my wife and started lapping up all that spunk greedily from her cunt.
I stood up on a hunch and removed the ball gag one more time, letting Britta-Lise scream herself hoarse as she felt that heavenly tongue invade her drenched twat. She squealed, shrieked, and even roared like a captive lioness from the sheer intensity of the physical bliss taking over her body. I had seen her satisfied many times, many ways, but I had never seen her so totally surrender to the pleasure, completely let go of all constraints.
My Britta-Lise, my bride, drained, exhausted, collapsed on the bed after her primal scream, her animalistic cry of incredible ecstasy. I undid her bonds and pulled her into my arms, cradling her head on my shoulders for the present. This was surely a watershed in our marriage. I had seen the wildest, fiercest part of my wife, the rutting beast behind her civilized veneer. I now knew what she was capable of doing and being ... the she-wolf or tigress within her. For a brief moment, she wasn't human at all ... she was feral ... atavistic ... primeval.
I had seen the deepest, darkest parts of her spirit and soul ... and I loved her, all of her, in toto. By taking command, I had set her free ... just as she did earlier for me.
Chapter 5
"Well, that was ... pretty sweet!" Eddie smiled.
I smiled back as I lifted my well-fucked wife off the bed and she planted the steamiest kiss on me of our marriage. Her body melted into mine for just a moment there, her tongue entangled with mine as well, her lips fused to mine, our mouths forming a seamless union now. I carried her to the living room as Eddie turned off the camcorder for now.
"I'll have some edits to do here or there, but so far ... I say that we should scrap the first plan and turn this into a bisexual gang-bang and orgy marathon special. Wow ... just wow. That was probably the wildest, most intense group sex flick I've ever directed so far in my career. So far, and I think that it will only get more so.
"Her original idea was just a sex tape for the two of you, but she came around to the potential, as I think have you. There was just ... so much raw emotion and originality, creativity tied up in a loving wife and husband setting each other up for diverse gang-bangs for their own pleasure as well as theirs. So much love and intimacy involved here, amplified by the bareback aspect of it," Eddie explained his thinking now.
"I've rarely seen compersion so well demonstrated with so few words, that's for sure," Darius added his thoughts as we sat and unwound.
Britta-Lise sat very gingerly on my lap, her kisses still peppering my lips, cheeks, chin, and forehead. Her tears fell upon my face, too, her body sweating profusely as she shook and squirmed in my arms. The implications of what we had just done fully sunk in by now. We were not just swingers or a couple with an open marriage or a bunch of hall passes. We were now a porn star couple, both of us, and we had committed ourselves to this way of life fully. We had embraced the joys of sharing our intimacy on film and there was no turning back.
"I think that ... we've started to reach ... a new ... compact or covenant or something like that. A pact. A deal. A grand bargain. We have, by mutual consent, turned over custody of our various body parts, or perhaps rights to them or something like that, to each other, for the purpose of sharing rather than hoarding, am I right?
"We have agreed that I have the right to ... share your pussy, mouth, and ass ... with whomever I wish, is that so? Are we clearly in accord on that point? I could instruct you to suck off thirty men and you'd do it, am I right? I could decide that I want you airtight, pulling one train after another, make you lez it out with another woman, anything else ... and of course, I get permanent, totally, unconditional to your three holes, among other things, including the right to sex of any kind on demand? Even when we're pissed at each other?" I stipulated now, even as I rather unfairly fondled her flesh.
"Especially when we're pissed at each other. That's the best time to fuck of all ... talk about a release of tensions, don't you think? Why else is make-up sex the best feature of the serious romance, to paraphrase George Costanza? I hope that whenever I've angered you, you'll raw-dog me within an inch of my life, plow my holes, bend me over, spank me, and ravage my body as a slut like me deserves. No, honey, there's no need to fear that I'll ever cut you off, for any reason at all.
"My body, my flesh, all of us ... belongs to you. Forever. Without conditions, rules, boundaries, requirements, etc. I meant what I said, baby. I'm yours. I've surrendered all of me, wholesale, to your ownership, custody, and possession ... for life. I'm all yours ... until I draw my last breath, I'm your property. For eternity, even, if I have any say about that.
"I offer my complete, abject submission to you for the rest of my days. My allegiance is all to you, my fealty, my utter subjection without any demands in return," my precious wife now revealed the full extent to which she yielded to my command ... in perpetuity.
"And in exchange... , " I started to say, but my wife stopped me with a kiss, as she wasn't done yet.
"Honey, how I've thought of it is ... if I belong to you ... I'm already a part of you. By that logic, you already belong to me, too. All of me is yours, because I'm attached to you, in body, soul, and spirit. We are woven, even fused, seamlessly into one being, one entity. What's mine is yours, without conditions. What's yours is mine, also without conditions. It is a microcosm of the world in Schopenhaeur's view. I am of you ... I am you. You are of me ... You are me. There can be no moment when what is done to me isn't also done to you and vice versa.
"It is on that basis that I stake my claim to possession of you ... and all that you are, and on that basis that I propose that I indeed have the right to share you as I please. With whomever I please. Because we are one, a part of each other. Each woman or man who enjoys your body enjoys mine, too. Each person enjoys my body enjoys yours as well. What you experience, what pleases you, what excites you and thrills you, that I also experience, that also pleases me, that also excites me, that also thrills me.
"That, to me, is why compersion is the most beautiful thing of all, well alongside empathy. It is a positive expression or form of empathy. It is an acknowledgement that we are not separate persons at all, with separate and distinct identities. We are one, a whole that is greater than the sum of our parts. We are Plato's ugliest beast. We are the beast with two backs. We are a collective, dear. We are a community of two. Perhaps, someday, we might even become a community of three or more. Who knows?
"Jealousy, on the other hand ... jealousy is a thief, a liar, and a cheat, depriving us of the fruits of compersion and the bonds of unlimited intimacy. Jealousy tells us that some things are mine and some are yours, when in fact all of it belongs to all of us. Paramours and sharing do not diminish our love, but enhance it. Jealous is an enemy who we must conquer for the sake of our mutual happiness and joy.
"But even within such a shared and mutual body, there is a hierarchy, a pecking order, if you will. At the top is you, baby. You're the boss, you're my Master, you see. You lead the way. I follow. Today was a special exception, of course, but in general, I obey you and bend to your will, even as I have desires of my own. I will encourage you to respect my sharing rights, but in the end, it is you who must call the shots. I trust you to maintain the harmony and balance between us, my love.
"It's like the Borg. They are a collective, but they still have a hive queen, do they not? Only in this case, you are the King, not the Queen, and you have the final say, the ultimate power. We are one, but there is and must be a head. That head is you, not me. Why? Because we need it to be that way, don't we, both of us? That, my love ... is why I propose to be ... your plaything, your fuckmeat, your cum whore, your tart, your harlot ... your slut wife ... forever.
"From this moment, Hank, I am your slave ... and please don't ever forget it. If I should ever forget my place, baby ... Master, just tell me. I hear and obey. Why do you think that our wedding vows excluded the words 'forsaking all others' and included the words 'love, honor, and obey'? That was because I urged the officiator to use those particular words, because those were vows that I knew that we could keep. I live to serve. Sorry, end of sermon of lecture. I just had to unburden myself of my thoughts and emotions about this marriage of ours," Britta-Lise really spoke her heart and mind now.
"Wow, I've never been prouder of you in my entire life! You are the smartest woman I've ever met, with a mind and will of your own, not weak at all, very strong in fact, yet you use your strength to serve, not to rule. I will never forget this day, baby, for the rest of my life. The gang-bangs were an awesome gift, no doubt of that, but this present is the greatest of all.
"You, my love, have just now surrendered your power, your autonomy, your independence, your sovereignty, your freedom, even your equal status, and sacrificed them on the altar of our mutual satisfaction and domestic bliss. That ... that is the most devotion and love that I've ever witnessed from a partner in my life," I accepted her beautiful gift in the spirit in which it was given.
"Yes, I have done that, because I wouldn't have it any other way. I have waited my entire life for my Prince to come, and now that he has, I am his forever. I am proud to be under his, under YOUR thumb. In delighted thrall to the love of my life. I live, from this day until my last, entirely according to your pleasure, my Lord, my Master.
"I did this ... because I needed to do it. I just had to do it. I simply must do it, and so I have. I am your thrall, my King. It is so fitting that your surname actually means 'king,' isn't it? You have conquered me ... without any need to lift a finger. You conquered me from the inside out. I belong to you for eternity. I am yours. Forever," Britta-Lise wept openly as I licked her tears off her face.
"These are salty fluids, these tears of yours, but they come from the sweetest woman alive. As from this day, I accept your surrender, claim dominion over you as my thrall, my charge, my companion, my handmaiden, my bondwoman, my wench, my slave. I will treasure you for the rest of my life. Forever, in fact. As from this moment, you are mine even more than you used to be, and so I cloak you in my love, my poetess, my adorable little sophist," I caressed my wife's face and kissed her repeatedly on the top of her head.
"I think, my dear, that you are quite the philosopher and poet yourself. That last speech might not have been as long-winded as mine, but it was very concise, very logical in its own way, and very poetic, too. And the one before it was pretty sweet, too," my darling wife told me as she stood up and grabbed some stationary, "this is the perfect moment, with these witnesses present, for me to sign a contract of abject and total surrender to bondage to my Lord and Master, Hank Koenig, for eternity and a day. Well, guys, care to witness it?"
"It would be my pleasure," Darius spoke first, getting nods from the others.
"Damn, guys ... that ... was beautiful," Eddie declared, tears in his eyes.
"Yes, yes, it absolutely was. It encapsulated everything that I've come to believe since coming of age. Both of your speeches. I never expected to be so inspired by two people that I had just fucked forty ways to Sunday, but hey, that makes our sex quite the honor, doesn't it?" Tyson expressed his own attitude.
"Yeah, tell me about it! I got it on with two people that deeply in love, that formidably intelligent, too, that iconoclastic in their thinking, too ... you two are by far the most impressive people I've ever penetrated, bar none. I'm speechless!" Lester exclaimed.
He was stunned, as were the others, at the level of thought that both my wife and I could give this matter while thinking on our feet. He was even more overwhelmed by the sheer extent of our mutual love, the degree of it surprising even both of us. Neither Britta-Lise nor I knew how much we really tapped into the same part of the Zeitgeist. No prior lovers, though we would never kick them out of bed, had ever come close to this level of passion, desire, affection, and intimacy. The bond between us, already strong, had become indestructible as of this, the best birthday of my life.
I won't bore you with the intricate details of the contract, but suffice it to say in that hour, Britta-Lise proved why she was the best wife for me ever. No one else had ever given me so much of herself. Nor had anyone ever made me want to give so much of myself back to her.
As I said before ... Gods, I love my wife!
Chapter 6
"Remember, this is just lunch. Or brunch, rather. We needed the calories, right? There was no way that we were gonna be able to wait until supper and the birthday party, not fucking at this rate, wouldn't you say? Not even you, Eddie, despite how much cum you slurped from my twat," Britta-Lise encouraged all of us to eat hearty for our own sake and hers.
