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01/10/2024
I was skimming through my girlfriend Laura's overly cramped inbox on the hookup site she was on, sifting out the messages from the men w/o verification.
A verification was something you gained after you had met someone from the site and Laura had explained to me that if they hadn’t already met someone, there was a good chance they were a time waster with no intention to actually meet anyone and that given the vast quantities of messages she had, she never bothered speaking to anyone without at least one of them.
Apparently she’d learned by being let down in the past, arranging for someone to come over for sex who then never showed up. I was also under instruction to remove any messages that did not have face pictures, any who's cocks were reportedly less than eight inches, and also any men younger than forty, with exception to ones that were particularly good looking or really well endowed or if they had some sort of dominance angle to their profile.
Instructions having been laid out, I’d since been cheerily working away on Laura's admin for a couple of hours, sitting at our kitchen table, while wearing a pair of her lacy panties along with her butt plug underneath when our doorbell had sounded.
It was just last month I had caught my friend kissing Laura and was faced with the only pathetic option I could take toward non exposure and that was to pretend I hadn't noticed. After that weekend, we had spoken about our feelings and it had been a really constructive conversation.
I had explained that I felt embarrassed and neglected on the night out but then after Laura dug into it, I realised that my feelings derived from my own insecurities and that if I had felt comfortable enough with Laura, I would have been ok. She reassured me that she wanted us to be together and I felt we had ironed out some creases. She said that she will always give me a treat after she plays in the future because she understands that will make me feel more involved.
'In fact' she had said intriguingly, 'technically I still owe you a treat from our night out!' She’d dragged her laptop across the kitchen table and opened up her profile on the sex hookup site she's on. 'I've got some chores I need you to do for me', she said, navigating to her inbox on the screen and then pushing it in front of me to continue my briefing.
'I can’t be bothered to go through all these messages so you're going to do it for me and tell me any guys that I might like, ok?' I nodded, totally in love with the idea of getting to read all the messages from men applying to get inside her. Laura left me alone and I began hungrily clicking through her inbox.
I have to say, it was disappointing, the amount of faceless one liner messages there were. 'Come on men, put some effort in', I thought. That being said, there were so many messages, that even the small percentage, worthy of the short list, would surely amount to many anyway.
The first decent one I read was from a black guy who called himself 'home wrecker for hot wife'. He had sent a bunch of photos and was unmistakably good looking and muscled along with the critical big penis. I started reading his message:
Hi babe, this is me, can I see you? I'm the daddy of all daddies so if you want to be degraded and used up in ways you can't imagine by someone with experience, I suggest you contact me now slut.
'Wow, impressively direct and confident' I thought as Laura re-entered the room, now wearing only a pair of lacy pink panties and drew my impressed shock towards her. 'Tell me, what have you found then?' she said, obviously well aware of the countless pussy-begging, dick pic messages queueing in her inbox and ignoring my gaze which was locked onto her now. 'Ooh what's this one you've found' she continued patronizingly without addressing the reason for her lack of clothes.
'He looks nice doesn't he. Have you put him on mummy's short list?' I didn't like her calling herself that but I wasn't going to protest anything from her, looking the way she did. 'I’ve got another treat for you for being a good boy, doing my chores for me.'
She then turned around to face away from me and slid her panties over her hips down to her ankles and whilst still being bent over, reached behind herself to spread her arse to show me the butt plug she was hiding.
'Take it out for me' she snapped, her tone now having changed. Still sitting in my chair in front of the laptop, I turned my legs sideways to face her and in disbelief at what she was allowing me to do, reached one hand apprehensively forward and got a purchase on the rubbery handle protruding from her bum hole. 'Quickly!' she snapped again and so abandoning my concerns of not removing it nicely for her, pulled on it.
There was resistance as her bum held it's grip so I had to give a little force and as soon as the fat end popped out, the whole thing got spluttered out by her hole and she moaned with relief. 'Right, now clean it!', she ordered, inspecting my handy work as I sucked it clean and ran my tongue over every inch of it.
'Good, now put these on and bend over the table' she said seriously, whilst yanking the cleaned butt plug from my hand, stepping out of her frilly panties and gesturing at them on the floor. I looked at her quizzically but she nodded toward them again, urging me on so I stepped into them for the first time doing so and pulled them up my legs into position, except for my cock which wouldn't go in.
Regardless, I then I turned around and rested my elbows on the table in front of the laptop as asked. 'Well done baby, now you can see what it is like to be me when I bring men to the house', she said in a baby voice, only breaking character and putting emphasis on the word 'men' as she strained to push the plug all the way in, making me grip the table and tense up for a second.
'Now read me what that good looking man has on his profile'. I did as instructed and began reading the description he had written out for himself while struggling to be coherent as a result of the increasing speed and force Laura was working my ass with: ' I'm a nice guy but also a perverted animal. I'll make you feel worthless and used up behind your man's back. Let daddy pay you a visit. Full discretion'. 'Ooh he sounds great doesn't he baby?' Laura said breathlessly, her own voice shaking as she’s now having a full on arm workout. 'Yes baby!', I replied over the noise of the table legs shunting forward on the floor beneath me.
After a while, she then stopped, straightened out the panties over the top of the plug, still inside me and said she would leave me to continue on my chores. She held the back of the chair and motioned for me to sit back down. I then spent the following couple of hours obediently cleaning up Laura's inbox until I heard the doorbell go.
Fuck! I thought, sitting there indisposed, having zero intention of going anywhere near the door, when I heard Laura come down the stairs and answer it! 'What the fuck’ I muttered to myself in a bit of a panic as I hear a man saying something to Laura. A few moments later, I heard the door close and felt relieved and a bit of excitement at Laura’s inadvertence to risk.
Who the fuck was that I wondered. However, my relief was then fully suspended as I heard the mans voice again and I realised he is in the house! I slapped the laptop shut and began to get out of my chair to put some clothes on when Laura waltzed into the room, now wearing a full body stocking and looking jaw dropingly good. She raised her eyebrows at me with a guilty smile on her face. 'SO', she said, leaving my intense curiosity hanging. 'Because you're getting all this nice treatment today, I thought I'd treat myself too'. 'Who is that?' I fired, forgetting any pretences of arousal. 'It’s the guy I told you I’d been talking to and was planning to invite over after our last night out, before we had a change of plans.
Don’t you want that?' she asked looking surprised and a little offended at my reaction. 'Yeah I do', I professed, 'but!'. I turned my palms upward and looked down at myself wearing only Laura's panties and plug as if to say, “I don't want to be seen like this though”. She appeased, 'Don't worry. I told him I've got a little sissy boyfriend hiding away', seeming to find it amusing. Although that did make me feel ever so slightly more at ease, knowing he might expect to see something like this at least. 'I thought you could serve us some drinks looking like that if you like?' and before I had a chance to reply, the house guest, having made himself comfortable enough, entered the fucking room!
He was the rugged handsome type, edging more toward the rugged side. 'Drinks I hear you say? Get me a water'. His voice was deep. He was obviously extremely comfortable with this whole situation and had the confidence to act accordingly. I felt way out of my depth though and looked at Laura for guidance also thinking I can’t believe she didn’t give me some warning for an interaction such as this! She looked surprised at him coming in to the room herself but didn’t object. Frozen, I debated just scurrying off to hide upstairs.
Two minutes ago I was gleefully sitting in the privacy of my own home enjoying the time in the house with Laura alone and now I was being told to make a drink by some man I had never met, with the absence of any normal manors you might of expected. I was so embarrassed just standing there in woman's underwear with my cock poking out over the top, in front of another man. I have never even worn panties before so the act alone of doing it was embarrassing and alien enough without the added factor of doing it in front of Laura and furthermore, a man I don’t know!
I had only been enjoying it before because Laura was getting turned on by it and I got off on pleasing her. I was so humiliated. I didn't muster anything to say to him but just went to get the drink he asked for, futilely trying to hide the butt plug Laura had wedged inside me, waving my spare hand behind me aimlessly trying to cover my bum as I reached up to get a glass from the cupboard.
By the expression on Laura's face she was very pleased with the forthcomingness of her new playmate and was thriving in this off kilter situation this guy had created in our kitchen and taken control of. I handed him his drink avoiding his eyes which were looking straight into mine. Without thanks he turned to Laura.
‘Now you, show me your bedroom’, he ordered. Laura nodded with a glint in her eye that would make you think it’s Christmas and turned around and walked from the room, bum wobbling behind her within the confines of her diamond netted body stocking. The man looked me up and down and scoffed a laugh before going after Laura.
Adrenaline pumping, I sat back down at the kitchen table and felt the pressure of the plug pressing into my arse as it was squashed between the chair and me. I felt the lacy fabric of Laura’s panties tightly around my balls. Then I started to hear the sound of Laura’s bum being slapped by the man neither of us had met, face to face, ten minutes before now.
I suddenly felt very happy and appreciative of Laura and her limitless nature which allowed us to arrive at these new tantalising twisted terrains. I hoped she was cumming in ecstasy all over her new daddy. I lifted the laptop open again and continued working away on Laura’s admin, with lots of motivation as I listened to the loud banging, slapping and moaning coming relentlessly from upstairs.
After twenty minutes of wondering what he could be doing to her, I was a pulsating throbbing mess and was rampantly grinding my plugged arse on the squeaky chair, feeling precum oozing out over my panties with one hand and siving through Laura’s many received dick pics with the other.
‘Baby!’ Laura yelled from upstairs. I paused in silence wondering what she wanted. ‘Yeah?’ I shouted back up but she didn’t reply. I waited for a moment not knowing what to do and then sheepishly waddled my way upstairs.
The door of our bedroom was open and I creeped up to see Laura laying on her back, on our bed, with her head hanging off the edge of it, where the man was stood, roughly sliding his shaft in and out of her open mouth, from helmet to balls, while at the same time reaching over her and swatting at her pussy with a riding crop. Laura was squirming her body each time he made contact with her pussy, except for her head which remained locked in position by his dick in her throat.
Obviously pushed to the limit, she then gagged and spit up all over her own face. I remain impressed and shocked by Laura’s limits. She looked over at me through squinted eyes of spit and pre-cum. ‘Hey baby, can you get some more water for daddy please?’ she said, trying to catch her breath. Stood in the doorway looking ridiculous, I replied, ‘of course sweetheart’ by which point he was already fucking her face again.
I returned wielding refreshments a few minutes later and they’d swapped positions. This time he was sitting on the edge of the bed and Laura was stood up between his legs, facing away from him, bouncing her bum on his lap, with her hands on his knees. He looked up at me and raised his hand, flicking his fingers for me to bring him his drink so I walked over to him and he snatched the glass from my hand and began chugging it. I looked down and saw Laura’s stocking clad bum hole playing peek a boo with his huge veiny cock, sliding it all the way up his shaft and slamming it back down again. I’d never seen anything so beautiful and lost myself in it. ‘Go on then, fuck off’, he said, grabbing my attention and flicking his fingers the opposite way this time. ‘Sorry’. I gave them their privacy.
An hour passed and eventually the man came downstairs. I was just finishing Laura’s admin when he poked his head in to catch me rocking away on the kitchen chair by myself. He just sniggered at me and left. A few minutes after, Laura came into the room herself, floated over to the table and placed both her palms on it, leaning over me. ‘So have you finished your chores?’ I showed her the decluttered inbox. ‘Good boy’ she said. ‘Now, I’ve got your treat here. Do you want it?’ ‘So much’ I replied and she stepped right between my legs, hoisted herself backward onto the table in front of me and spread her legs.
Her feet were dangling mid air to my left and right and straight ahead was her glorious snatch, dribbling a puddle of cum out onto the table. ‘Can I cum please?’ I pleaded in desperation. ‘I suppose’, she said giving me a lovely subtle playful smile. I then began carefully tonguing her soaking wet pussy, willingly accepting her diluted juices and with the combination of that, the butt plug deep diving in me as I leaned forward in my chair, the light rubbing of Laura’s Lacey underwear against me as I stroked and the loud silence coming from a completely uninterested and preoccupied Laura as I “pleasured” her, I came after no more than half a minute later, all over the kitchen floor, moaning to her in relief as I did. ‘Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!’
FUCK MY WIFE!
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A verification was something you gained after you had met someone from the site and Laura had explained to me that if they hadn’t already met someone, there was a good chance they were a time waster with no intention to actually meet anyone and that given the vast quantities of messages she had, she never bothered speaking to anyone without at least one of them.
Apparently she’d learned by being let down in the past, arranging for someone to come over for sex who then never showed up. I was also under instruction to remove any messages that did not have face pictures, any who's cocks were reportedly less than eight inches, and also any men younger than forty, with exception to ones that were particularly good looking or really well endowed or if they had some sort of dominance angle to their profile.
Instructions having been laid out, I’d since been cheerily working away on Laura's admin for a couple of hours, sitting at our kitchen table, while wearing a pair of her lacy panties along with her butt plug underneath when our doorbell had sounded.
It was just last month I had caught my friend kissing Laura and was faced with the only pathetic option I could take toward non exposure and that was to pretend I hadn't noticed. After that weekend, we had spoken about our feelings and it had been a really constructive conversation.
I had explained that I felt embarrassed and neglected on the night out but then after Laura dug into it, I realised that my feelings derived from my own insecurities and that if I had felt comfortable enough with Laura, I would have been ok. She reassured me that she wanted us to be together and I felt we had ironed out some creases. She said that she will always give me a treat after she plays in the future because she understands that will make me feel more involved.
'In fact' she had said intriguingly, 'technically I still owe you a treat from our night out!' She’d dragged her laptop across the kitchen table and opened up her profile on the sex hookup site she's on. 'I've got some chores I need you to do for me', she said, navigating to her inbox on the screen and then pushing it in front of me to continue my briefing.
'I can’t be bothered to go through all these messages so you're going to do it for me and tell me any guys that I might like, ok?' I nodded, totally in love with the idea of getting to read all the messages from men applying to get inside her. Laura left me alone and I began hungrily clicking through her inbox.
I have to say, it was disappointing, the amount of faceless one liner messages there were. 'Come on men, put some effort in', I thought. That being said, there were so many messages, that even the small percentage, worthy of the short list, would surely amount to many anyway.
The first decent one I read was from a black guy who called himself 'home wrecker for hot wife'. He had sent a bunch of photos and was unmistakably good looking and muscled along with the critical big penis. I started reading his message:
Hi babe, this is me, can I see you? I'm the daddy of all daddies so if you want to be degraded and used up in ways you can't imagine by someone with experience, I suggest you contact me now slut.
'Wow, impressively direct and confident' I thought as Laura re-entered the room, now wearing only a pair of lacy pink panties and drew my impressed shock towards her. 'Tell me, what have you found then?' she said, obviously well aware of the countless pussy-begging, dick pic messages queueing in her inbox and ignoring my gaze which was locked onto her now. 'Ooh what's this one you've found' she continued patronizingly without addressing the reason for her lack of clothes.
'He looks nice doesn't he. Have you put him on mummy's short list?' I didn't like her calling herself that but I wasn't going to protest anything from her, looking the way she did. 'I’ve got another treat for you for being a good boy, doing my chores for me.'
She then turned around to face away from me and slid her panties over her hips down to her ankles and whilst still being bent over, reached behind herself to spread her arse to show me the butt plug she was hiding.
'Take it out for me' she snapped, her tone now having changed. Still sitting in my chair in front of the laptop, I turned my legs sideways to face her and in disbelief at what she was allowing me to do, reached one hand apprehensively forward and got a purchase on the rubbery handle protruding from her bum hole. 'Quickly!' she snapped again and so abandoning my concerns of not removing it nicely for her, pulled on it.
There was resistance as her bum held it's grip so I had to give a little force and as soon as the fat end popped out, the whole thing got spluttered out by her hole and she moaned with relief. 'Right, now clean it!', she ordered, inspecting my handy work as I sucked it clean and ran my tongue over every inch of it.
'Good, now put these on and bend over the table' she said seriously, whilst yanking the cleaned butt plug from my hand, stepping out of her frilly panties and gesturing at them on the floor. I looked at her quizzically but she nodded toward them again, urging me on so I stepped into them for the first time doing so and pulled them up my legs into position, except for my cock which wouldn't go in.
Regardless, I then I turned around and rested my elbows on the table in front of the laptop as asked. 'Well done baby, now you can see what it is like to be me when I bring men to the house', she said in a baby voice, only breaking character and putting emphasis on the word 'men' as she strained to push the plug all the way in, making me grip the table and tense up for a second.
'Now read me what that good looking man has on his profile'. I did as instructed and began reading the description he had written out for himself while struggling to be coherent as a result of the increasing speed and force Laura was working my ass with: ' I'm a nice guy but also a perverted animal. I'll make you feel worthless and used up behind your man's back. Let daddy pay you a visit. Full discretion'. 'Ooh he sounds great doesn't he baby?' Laura said breathlessly, her own voice shaking as she’s now having a full on arm workout. 'Yes baby!', I replied over the noise of the table legs shunting forward on the floor beneath me.
After a while, she then stopped, straightened out the panties over the top of the plug, still inside me and said she would leave me to continue on my chores. She held the back of the chair and motioned for me to sit back down. I then spent the following couple of hours obediently cleaning up Laura's inbox until I heard the doorbell go.
Fuck! I thought, sitting there indisposed, having zero intention of going anywhere near the door, when I heard Laura come down the stairs and answer it! 'What the fuck’ I muttered to myself in a bit of a panic as I hear a man saying something to Laura. A few moments later, I heard the door close and felt relieved and a bit of excitement at Laura’s inadvertence to risk.
Who the fuck was that I wondered. However, my relief was then fully suspended as I heard the mans voice again and I realised he is in the house! I slapped the laptop shut and began to get out of my chair to put some clothes on when Laura waltzed into the room, now wearing a full body stocking and looking jaw dropingly good. She raised her eyebrows at me with a guilty smile on her face. 'SO', she said, leaving my intense curiosity hanging. 'Because you're getting all this nice treatment today, I thought I'd treat myself too'. 'Who is that?' I fired, forgetting any pretences of arousal. 'It’s the guy I told you I’d been talking to and was planning to invite over after our last night out, before we had a change of plans.
Don’t you want that?' she asked looking surprised and a little offended at my reaction. 'Yeah I do', I professed, 'but!'. I turned my palms upward and looked down at myself wearing only Laura's panties and plug as if to say, “I don't want to be seen like this though”. She appeased, 'Don't worry. I told him I've got a little sissy boyfriend hiding away', seeming to find it amusing. Although that did make me feel ever so slightly more at ease, knowing he might expect to see something like this at least. 'I thought you could serve us some drinks looking like that if you like?' and before I had a chance to reply, the house guest, having made himself comfortable enough, entered the fucking room!
He was the rugged handsome type, edging more toward the rugged side. 'Drinks I hear you say? Get me a water'. His voice was deep. He was obviously extremely comfortable with this whole situation and had the confidence to act accordingly. I felt way out of my depth though and looked at Laura for guidance also thinking I can’t believe she didn’t give me some warning for an interaction such as this! She looked surprised at him coming in to the room herself but didn’t object. Frozen, I debated just scurrying off to hide upstairs.
Two minutes ago I was gleefully sitting in the privacy of my own home enjoying the time in the house with Laura alone and now I was being told to make a drink by some man I had never met, with the absence of any normal manors you might of expected. I was so embarrassed just standing there in woman's underwear with my cock poking out over the top, in front of another man. I have never even worn panties before so the act alone of doing it was embarrassing and alien enough without the added factor of doing it in front of Laura and furthermore, a man I don’t know!
I had only been enjoying it before because Laura was getting turned on by it and I got off on pleasing her. I was so humiliated. I didn't muster anything to say to him but just went to get the drink he asked for, futilely trying to hide the butt plug Laura had wedged inside me, waving my spare hand behind me aimlessly trying to cover my bum as I reached up to get a glass from the cupboard.
By the expression on Laura's face she was very pleased with the forthcomingness of her new playmate and was thriving in this off kilter situation this guy had created in our kitchen and taken control of. I handed him his drink avoiding his eyes which were looking straight into mine. Without thanks he turned to Laura.
‘Now you, show me your bedroom’, he ordered. Laura nodded with a glint in her eye that would make you think it’s Christmas and turned around and walked from the room, bum wobbling behind her within the confines of her diamond netted body stocking. The man looked me up and down and scoffed a laugh before going after Laura.
Adrenaline pumping, I sat back down at the kitchen table and felt the pressure of the plug pressing into my arse as it was squashed between the chair and me. I felt the lacy fabric of Laura’s panties tightly around my balls. Then I started to hear the sound of Laura’s bum being slapped by the man neither of us had met, face to face, ten minutes before now.
I suddenly felt very happy and appreciative of Laura and her limitless nature which allowed us to arrive at these new tantalising twisted terrains. I hoped she was cumming in ecstasy all over her new daddy. I lifted the laptop open again and continued working away on Laura’s admin, with lots of motivation as I listened to the loud banging, slapping and moaning coming relentlessly from upstairs.
After twenty minutes of wondering what he could be doing to her, I was a pulsating throbbing mess and was rampantly grinding my plugged arse on the squeaky chair, feeling precum oozing out over my panties with one hand and siving through Laura’s many received dick pics with the other.
‘Baby!’ Laura yelled from upstairs. I paused in silence wondering what she wanted. ‘Yeah?’ I shouted back up but she didn’t reply. I waited for a moment not knowing what to do and then sheepishly waddled my way upstairs.
The door of our bedroom was open and I creeped up to see Laura laying on her back, on our bed, with her head hanging off the edge of it, where the man was stood, roughly sliding his shaft in and out of her open mouth, from helmet to balls, while at the same time reaching over her and swatting at her pussy with a riding crop. Laura was squirming her body each time he made contact with her pussy, except for her head which remained locked in position by his dick in her throat.
Obviously pushed to the limit, she then gagged and spit up all over her own face. I remain impressed and shocked by Laura’s limits. She looked over at me through squinted eyes of spit and pre-cum. ‘Hey baby, can you get some more water for daddy please?’ she said, trying to catch her breath. Stood in the doorway looking ridiculous, I replied, ‘of course sweetheart’ by which point he was already fucking her face again.
I returned wielding refreshments a few minutes later and they’d swapped positions. This time he was sitting on the edge of the bed and Laura was stood up between his legs, facing away from him, bouncing her bum on his lap, with her hands on his knees. He looked up at me and raised his hand, flicking his fingers for me to bring him his drink so I walked over to him and he snatched the glass from my hand and began chugging it. I looked down and saw Laura’s stocking clad bum hole playing peek a boo with his huge veiny cock, sliding it all the way up his shaft and slamming it back down again. I’d never seen anything so beautiful and lost myself in it. ‘Go on then, fuck off’, he said, grabbing my attention and flicking his fingers the opposite way this time. ‘Sorry’. I gave them their privacy.
An hour passed and eventually the man came downstairs. I was just finishing Laura’s admin when he poked his head in to catch me rocking away on the kitchen chair by myself. He just sniggered at me and left. A few minutes after, Laura came into the room herself, floated over to the table and placed both her palms on it, leaning over me. ‘So have you finished your chores?’ I showed her the decluttered inbox. ‘Good boy’ she said. ‘Now, I’ve got your treat here. Do you want it?’ ‘So much’ I replied and she stepped right between my legs, hoisted herself backward onto the table in front of me and spread her legs.
Her feet were dangling mid air to my left and right and straight ahead was her glorious snatch, dribbling a puddle of cum out onto the table. ‘Can I cum please?’ I pleaded in desperation. ‘I suppose’, she said giving me a lovely subtle playful smile. I then began carefully tonguing her soaking wet pussy, willingly accepting her diluted juices and with the combination of that, the butt plug deep diving in me as I leaned forward in my chair, the light rubbing of Laura’s Lacey underwear against me as I stroked and the loud silence coming from a completely uninterested and preoccupied Laura as I “pleasured” her, I came after no more than half a minute later, all over the kitchen floor, moaning to her in relief as I did. ‘Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!’
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
Poster:
Gareth