Watching Hubby Suck Cock Ch. 02

[Warning: if you aren't willing to read about man on man sex but get turned on by girl on girl stories, then you're being a hypocrite and should skip this one for sure! This was intended to be part two of one of my most popular stories, but it took on a life of its own and may just need another chapter. The previous story isn't necessary to appreciate this, but since it's one of the most read stories I've ever written, you might want to find it in the near future. And finally, this will be my100th submission to Literotica, and I'm frankly amazed that I haven't run out of ideas! Enjoy]

At five foot, ten inches, I'm tall for a woman. With 36D boobs that I love to show off, long legs and a flat stomach from lots of Pilates and dancercise -- not to mention what I'm told is a nice ass -- I was also blessed with a voracious sex drive and a very dirty mind. As my husband Danny says, I'm every guy's wet dream -- a slut in the bedroom, bedroom eyes in public, a sense of humor and a brain. (Okay, that last might take me off some men's list, but that's not my problem!). Guys, you really don't get how easy it is to have our way with you -- bend the right way, flash some flesh and we see when you respond. We (and since this has been confirmed by my friend Georgia as well as some of our mutual girlfriends, it's safe to say we, as in, "all the women in the world who aren't bashful about their bodies and minds.") know very well which of your two heads to play to!

(By the way, my name's Helena. Just for reference -- although, since I'm writing this first person and never, ever call myself by my name, it might not really matter. I suppose that's what an editor is for, right?)

I'm also privileged -- even blessed -- to be married to Danny, who is my male counterpart. He's handsome, in shape, well-hung, and with just as dirty a mind as I do. Part of what has kept us together has been our mutual drives for physical sensation and pleasure (they aren't necessarily the same). But the largest part of what keeps our marriage healthy is that we keep no secrets -- any more, that is. I never made any pretense to him that I was anything more than a bisexual slut who was almost always horny. Danny, as it turned out, had kept quiet about himself until recently. Perhaps it was the pegging -- when I suggested it, he was surprisingly eager for it! Maybe I should have picked up the clue when he wanted to suck on my strap-on first, and in retrospect, his ability to deep throat the whole thing right away was a dead giveaway that I missed.

But at some point (the exact point, by the way, is in part one of this story, if you're interested) he coughed up the furball of his bi tendencies. That conversation will stay with me always. He was shy, embarrassed, apologetic, brave, courageous and so incredibly vulnerable as he shared how he'd come to appreciate cocks almost as much as I did, and had then hidden it and suppressed it for years out of fears and shame. Having read story after story, as well as many of the comments by readers, by men who wound up sucking cock and hiding it, or who wished they could, I had a sense that there wasn't anything wrong with Danny -- except that he was denying himself something he liked for no good reason.

We fixed that shortly there-after. That chapter's already been written and published, but as they say, life goes on. My girlfriend Georgia and I were comparing notes in the matter about a week after the evening we'd spent with Danny, her boytoy Tony and his monster cock. (Given the size of it, it almost does seem like a being itself.) We were online doing it -- comparing notes, that is - since she had been exposed to someone testing positive for Covid at her job. After all, we had said we needed to make a list of the things that were now possible with all -- or almost all, since I wasn't sure about Tony -- had turned out to be bi. I mean Tony let Danny suck his cock, but all my experience with guys (prior to marriage, anyway) suggested that a hard dick will take any relief that comes its way. Owners have been known to shut their eyes -- or visit glory holes in adult book stores and theaters. Hell, I even seen guys advertise that they have those in their homes. (Hey, I'm a curious woman. I have a voracious reading appetite and a VERY dirty mind!)

I decided to get right to that point. "Georgie, what was Tony's reaction to the night? I mean, he got off and wasn't asked to reciprocate. It looked like he was okay with it -- but did he say anything to you?"

"Well, he asked me when we could have another get together with both of you guys. And he said that specifically. BOTH. Which makes me very happy for more than a few reasons. Now we just have to get through this quarantine thing. My problem right now is that Tony spoiled me for all my toys! To get anything as big as he is costs a small fortune. So I try to think pure thoughts -- and I've made him get me a fresh stock of batteries!"

"Damn, I feel for you! Well, I hate to say it, but what I wanted to talk about was anything BUT "pure thoughts." Unless, of course, you want to stretch the definition to include pure lust, debauchery and unlimited sexual escapades."

"I was a afraid you were going in that direction. You really know how to hurt a girl, don't you?" she laughed. "But if you make me horny, I'm just going to have to do something about it. Does this app record? Maybe we could create a little porn for the guys...." I watched her eyes light up and her demeanor shift -- and I hadn't done a thing.

"Aha, I see that old adage is true -- a dirty mind is a joy forever. No fair -- fess up and tell me what just crossed your mind that had you uncross your legs?"

"Did you ever think we could be video stars?" she asked. We both broke up, but in a very real sense, it was true. We were on camera. We were only visible to each other, and we both had very few inhibitions -- and, as I think I said, I had a very dirty mind!! I looked at her and her eyes grew wide, then my eyes got wide, then my expression changed as I began to think dirty thoughts, then she caught on.....pretty soon we were both laughing hysterically and getting naked at the same time!

"Well, since this would be porn for women, by women, what now?" I asked.

Georgia (her actual name -- Georgie is my pet name for her) is a tiny woman (four eleven on a good day, wearing heels) with 36D boobs like mine -- except hers appear ginormous given her body size. And amazingly enough, hers were very firm -- no sag, just big and with long brown nipples. Mine, even though they were the same size, seemed to sag and looked smaller given my height. I put a hand under each of mine, lifted them and pinched my nipples as if I was offering them to her. I felt myself grow wet as I did it, and so I figured I needed a little set design. Luckily Danny and I had been inventive and set up our bedroom for videos, so I moved there. I placed my phone on the shelf we had, in the mount we had (and plugged it in since I didn't want it shutting down), enlarged the image and then got up on my bed. Propped up on pillows at the headboard, my legs were spread and my pussy was on display as I resumed offering the camera my boobs.

"Hot" said Georgia. "Wish I was there."

"Yeah, too bad. I remember how good you were when you decided it was okay to eat me! But since you aren't here, you'll just have to watch as I substitute. Eat your heart out!" With that I reached into my nightstand. I felt around and took out a butt plug, my largest dildo and lube. "It's my biggest but Tony makes it look tiny" I said.

"I've been meaning to ask -- how are you doing? Still stretched out?" said Georgia, leering. By now she had come up with some way to mount her cell phone and was sitting on her couch, legs spread and boobs in hand.

"I think I'm back to how it was. Danny hasn't complained. Oh, wait. He's decided that anal was his new thing. Maybe to get back at me from pegging him in front of you guys. So I'm not sure if I'm back to my old tight slit."

"Well," said Georgie, "I suppose we can find out if you stick that big piece of silicone in your pussy, right?"

"Yes" I said, "but let me ask: would you rather eat from a fast food takeout window, or sit down at a multi-course meal?"

"What?!! I don't get it."

"I was trying for a metaphor. Guess I missed it. I plan to fill my hole with this big boy, but I have things I plan to do first to make it memorable. I've never done this with another person watching -- me playing with myself, that is. I mean, you know I've been stuffed full before because you saw some of that. I've gone a lot further, by the way."

"You have? Like how?"

"Does the phrase 'air-tight' mean anything to you?" I said with a grin. I watched her face as I said it, and it was precious! The initial "what the fuck" moment, followed by the "oh my God, you mean" epiphany, her expressions changing slowly. And all that turned into something like admiration (admittedly, my interpretation) and interest.

"All three holes? How was it?" she asked as one hand grabbed a big boob and nipple while the other began rubbing around her clit. "You gotta tell me more!"

"Well," I said, "it's a favorite experience of mine. Danny and I have some good friends -- good, as in intimate, friendly fuckers -- and we use them to echo more than a few of the hot stories we've read online. Like the "I can't pay, so I will offer up my wife" card game scenario, or the "you get to watch as we do what we want to your wife" stories; the "captured by a group of ravenous women" one..."

"Wait a minute. I turned you on to Literotica and I've NEVER read anything like that last one!"

"That's because I just made it up, silly! Given the way male machinery works, if you let your imagination go with it, after the hero finally comes, able to only fully satisfy a very few of the horny women gang, they turn on the wife -- already turned on from watching them work over her husband -- and that lasts far longer. Long enough for him to get it up again. At least, that's what I can imagine right now. I may try my hand at writing that if you think it's hot."

"Fuck yes! You should write it! But do that later, since right this moment your hands should be busy with other things so I can watch, remember?" By now she had let go of her boob and stuffer her hole with two fingers while continuing to massage her nub. "Although I gotta say, that got me so hot I am going to come!"

Ever take the time to watch a woman orgasm? I've watched a lot of porn, and I know many of the women actually do come, I also know a lot fake it. Well, Georgia was NOT faking it! All the classic signs -- the frantic fingers jammed into her hole, the rapid fire rubbing of her clit, the curled toes and tensing of all her muscles before they began misfiring and twitching as the sensations exploded from between her legs and they inflamed her entire body. And yes, her eyes did roll back. About the only thing she didn't do was squirt, but it was clear that she'd come. Massively. I was awe struck. Not only that, but it made me even hornier!

My nipples were now rock hard. The walls of my cave were soaked with my juices. I had to work to resist playing with myself to just appreciate Georgia's climax. To drink in how much she must trust me and our relationship to let me view something that's often a secretive, private experience. I'm not sure I can say it in a way that makes sense. We had seen each other get fucked -- hell, I'd watched my husband fist her -- and yet there was something that said that, somehow, masturbation was private. Does that make sense?

Anyway, that made it all the more arousing, and, at the same time kept me from indulging myself. I couldn't start until she was recovered enough to watch me take my turn now, could it? So I waited and watched as her nerves slowed their firing and her muscles regained their tone Mostly, I waited for her eyes to open and concentrate on me.

"Shit" she said. "That was unexpected! I don't usually ever come that quickly. I think that knowing you were watching contributed to that, don't you?"

"That was amazing to watch. I feel honored and privileged that you did that. As well as bound and determined -- well, not actually bound, although that sounds interesting -- to show you my private moments."

"Private moments? Come on, woman, I watched you come last weekend. I saw you take two dicks and come with them. What's private?" she asked.

"I've never done what I am about to do, by myself, to myself, knowing that someone is watching. Somehow, the idea of filling myself up in front of you hits all kinds of odd emotions. Like you'll watch and afterwards know what an utter slut I can be. And you'll be disgusted and I'll lose a good friend...."

"Girl, you have a very overactive guilt complex. Remember who you are talking to! I would be very surprised if you do anything I haven't seen -- let alone done -- before. And if you do, well then I'll just have to try to emulate you and you can coach. Not that I'll need it -- I'm a much bigger cumslut than you!"

We both broke up laughing. And I reached for my butt plug and lube. This one was made of clear plastic, shaped like an upside down old-fashioned spinning top, and at it's widest was four inches across -- larger than Tony's mega dick. I was concentrating on getting it lubed when I heard a gasp from the computer. I looked up and Georgie was wide-eyed.

"You can't be serious! That's bigger than Tony's dick. Have you used it? How does it feel?" I saw her hand reach down between her legs and begin to tease her clit.

"Jealous?" I asked. "Turns out that yes, I've used it before, but only twice. The feeling is amazing -- but I'd be happy to replace it with Tony's cock. Do you do anal with him?"

"Are you kidding me? He'd love it but it scares me to death! Wait til I tell him you'd be up for it -- he'll flip!"

"Truthfully, I'd rather have him in my pussy and have my husband take my butt -- the sensations make more sense -- but I'm up for impressing him." Having lubed the plug, I then applied more lube to my fingers and began to massage my rear hole. I was already clean, so I concentrated on working that stuff up inside. Then I took the plug and put the tip at my asshole. I bore down as if to take a shit and felt it slide smoothly into me. Up to a point, that is, and then I had to pause, balanced on the edge of pain and pleasure. I did a mind trick -- I just tried to relax every muscle in my ass while pressing it in, and then suddenly I was stuffed full and it was inside me. My ass tightened again when it entered, and I was holding it in me.

"Holy shit. I forgot how that feels. The pain was momentary, and now I just feel full. You really need to lighten up about anal, girl. Next time I see you I'll bring a couple of these -- not the big one -- so you can practice with them. I bet Tony would flip out if you took him!"

"He'd, flip out, alright. And I gotta admit, it's pretty amazing seeing what you did."

"Just the start. If I'm gonna show you my dirty slut side, you better strap in. Or strap on." With that I reached over to the nipple clamps I had set aside. I mean, they were really just alligator clips, but they were connected by a pretty chain. I grabbed my right boob and began to play with the nipple, squeezing and rolling it, pulling it and feeling it get hard. I used to be self-conscious about my nipples -- especially growing up -- because short of taping them down, they were hard to disguise. Eventually I began to relax and stop worrying about them getting hard and prominent. Along about the time I decided I began discovering the power my body had over men, actually.

I spread the jaws of the clip and slowly let it close on my nipple. The pain sent jolts of sensation down to my clit and my pussy. I wasted little time getting the other one squeezed as well, and it was like have an electric current flow between both of them and my pussy.

"Does that hurt?" Georgie asked.

"Of course it does, but it hurts really good. Notice how much juice I'm leaking? There's just one step more. " With that I grabbed my jackrabbit and turned it on low. I began to run the head of it over my outer lips. I had to resist the urge to just stuff it all the way into myself -- I was playing the role of dirty slut, remember? I was concentrating on making myself as aroused as I could. Knowing I had an audience watching me do things I had never done in front of another human had raised the temperature considerably.

"Amazing. I'm watching you and what I really want to do is reach out and shove that dildo deep into you. I can't believe you're resisting that!"

"So watching is exciting?" I asked. "Good. But you can't do anything except watch until I say otherwise. Understand? I want to be able to watch you but right now there's no way I can." With that I let the dildo slip between the folds of my lips and into my tunnel. It was exquisite! And especially so when the head of that rabbit came to rest on my clit! I held it there, pressed tight, feeling the vibrations deep inside as well as on my clit, building the sensations and feeling an orgasm approaching. My hips began to move, almost on their own -- and then I backed down, withdrawing the dildo.

"How the hell did you stop yourself?" Georgie asked.

"I'm building up to a big bang." I took the chain attached to the nipple clamps and pulled. The pain was like lightning hitting my clit. I know I moaned with the sensations. Almost without thinking I pressed the dildo up inside me and held it there. The sensations were overwhelming, and this time I didn't stop or resist -- I let them take over and began to come. What was so damned amazing was how deeply the sensations went. I don't know another way to describe it. It was as if I exploded into light and every muscle in my body reacted. My pussy spasmed. Waves of pleasure washed over and through me and I held on. That first orgasm barely subsided before the next one struck, this one even more intense. Again and again, my body was out of control and it was amazing.

Eventually I backed off. I withdrew the dildo and let it drop. I removed the clamps and came again in the rush of sensations as my nipples recovered. I was dripping -- moisture from my pussy. Sweat from my body. I was floating on a sea of sensation, and it was like being in a cloud of pleasure. Can't really describe it any other way. Eventually the waves of sensation subsided, and I opened my eyes to see Georgie on my computer screen. She had at least two fingers (that I could see, anyway) jammed up in her pussy, and her other hand was almost a blur as she rubbed her clit. I watched as her orgasm hit, and could just grin as she succumbed to it.

Eventually her hands stopped what they were doing and she lay there, panting. I could empathize, for sure! Not only was I physically altered -- I mean really! The sensations still rolling through my body made it seem as if it belonged to someone else. But more amazing was that I had just shown someone else a practice that I had always kept private. Hell, I never masturbated in front of Danny -- and here I had not only masturbated, but I'd gone to extremes I hadn't ever shown another human being. It was like I had become a woman I didn't know, and it was all kinds of things at the same time.

"Let me know when you can talk again" I said to Georgie. "Take your time recovering, but I definitely need to talk about what we just went through." I glanced at the clock across the room -- almost two hours had gone by since we started. I was amazed at that. Not that I had somewhere to go -- just that those two hours seemed to have taken forever and to have gone by too quickly at the same time. While I was waiting for Georgie, I found some salve and applied it to my nipples. Since she was still drifting, I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to remove the butt plug and wash off all my toys. I left them out to dry and got back to bed as she regained her awareness of reality.