By Subtracted 469 from Reddit
My wife J and I T have experimented with bdsm as a couple since the very beginning of our relationship. She is bisexual, I am straight but with some sort of anal fixation, and we are both naturally submissive. We prefer submitting to women for obvious reasons but that’s pretty hard to find consistently. I met Z on day one of my job (which has provided me other wild experiences) which I started last year. He started dropping hints about being interested in swingers/bdsm stuff to me really early on when we met, suggesting certain clubs for us to go to, for us to meet each others wives, etc. He also hit on me a lot. He was pretty hot (even to me and I’m not gay) and after the fourth or fifth time he suggested I needed to “spend time on my hands and knees” under his desk to get a promotion I joked that I wouldn’t do that but I would certainly service his wife for him if he needed. He joked back that he would take care of my own and suggested we come over his place for dinner the following night.
I could barely work the rest of the day because I was so horny at the suggestion. When I got home I brought it up to my wife almost immediately and she agreed after seeing his wife and him. The only difficult thing for her would be having to go that entire day without sex as we immediately have sex whenever I get home (she’s a diagnosed nymphomaniac haha). I was just about to pull her clothes off for our nightly fuck when I got a text from him asking me to save as much of myself as possible for the next night. I locked my wife in her usually bondage gear so she wouldn’t disturb me when I tried to sleep and then took some sleeping pills.
Z and I keep our distance that next day. When I got home, I unlocked my wife from where she was positioned (don’t worry, I switched her in the morning) and we got dressed for our evening. She threw on a sundress with nothing underneath and I went with my usual jeans and button down. When we got to their place, we found the door unlocked and a note in the foyer explaining that we should head down the stairs to their basement, strip off our clothes, and put them in a lockbox. Once we had done that, it meant that we would be their’s for the next 12 hours (of course a safe word was provided at this point). Their basement wasn’t a sex dungeon (yet) but it did have its fair share of couches, beds, fake candlelight, and fixtures upon which to chain or lock someone. She had soaked entirely through her dress from how wet she was so taking it off her was a relief to us both, and I was starting to get hard as well. Once she had pulled off my clothes we put them in the locked box and stood naked there on the floor.
There were two spots marked out for us on the floor, each with a pole hanging down right from above. We stood there facing the wall opposite from the entrance to the basement. We waited for a few minutes until we heard the door hanging behind us. Z asked us to put our hands above our heads, and we complied. He locked us in handcuffs and then pinned those to the pole on top of the ceiling. My wife’s pussy was absolutely glistening at this point, and he reached around behind her, groping her all over, and sticking a finger inside of her. He slapped her a few times on the ass, and she let out her characteristic light moan.
He moved on to me, inspecting me with his hands, especially with my ass. Once he was satisfied with his temporary toys, he spun us around to face the door. He was wearing just a pair of black jeans—he was pretty built. His wife came in wearing a white tube top and black pleated skirt. She inspected us similarly, and giving a nod to her husband, started playing with her pussy more. She sucked on her boobs at the same time.
My wife and I are huge brats but she even more than me, so after a while this was unbearable and she begged for them to finger her. She “needed to cum now” she said, pleading with her doe eyes. For this, she was met by a slap on the ass from V. This continued until my wife was screaming for someone to stick their fingers or mouth in her. Eventually, they relented and brought her over to the metal and stone coffee table which they laid her out on. I think Z meant to just tease her, but as soon as he stuck a second finger in, she came immediately, with a races, quivering orgasm. This was met with anger as he had wanted her as wet as possible. He threw her on to the black leather couch, pinning her down and mounting her from behind as he took her, much to her protests.
Her eyes looked pleadingly at mine as she got fucked. My wife almost never orgasms from PIV sex so it was a shock when she came a second time like this. I didn’t get to watch it all as V led me over to the coffee table and laid me down on it. She sat on my face and started to grind. Eating pussy is my favorite thing so I immediately started to work my tongue inside of her. She arced backwards, eyes closed, blond locks raining down on her perfect tits, and grinded me down with her hips. She clearly enjoyed it as she came a few times until she suddenly got off of me, planted a brief French kiss on me, and let me look over to see my wife lying on her side, cum leaking out her pussy.
Z had me eat the cum out of her whilst kneeling. My wife enjoys that feeling more than anything so she basically shook as I did it. I was returned to my original position with hands handcuffed towards the ceiling by Z and V lead J over to me. She had her kneel, and I stared down at J’s watery, beautiful eyes as she knelt before me. Z had J suck me to completion which took a long time as I have great stamina. V even had to help out, moving J’s head for her. Eventually I came inside her mouth and V had us kiss and share my cum like degenerates. That was probably the best kiss I’ve ever shared with her since our honeymoon. We then got our clothes back and they called it a night. They instructed us to walk home, and that was so hot because my wife’s sundress had nothing between it and my wife’s pussy dripping with cum.