Couple's Bisexual Gangbang [M30s/F30s/M20s/M20s/F40s/M30s/F30s] - pt.2

“So he's tied up and ready for us?” I heard Tara ask my wife.

“Yes” replied my wife, “he's so excited he's beginning to leak in anticipation”

I blushed hearing my wife's admission of my desperation. I could feel my pre cum clinging to my cock head, I could feel my asshole clenching the thin metal rod of my plug, hungering for more.

My mind began to spin. I was positioned so that my backside was the first thing anyone entering the room would see. My cock had begun to droop without stimulation and it now hung below my balls, poking out furtively for all to see. Even worse, my butthole , which for some reason or other I was even more secretive of than my penis was covered only by a small heart from the base of the plug and somewhat by my cheeks.

Involuntary I clenched as I heard the voices growing nearer. I began to panic, knowing that at this point there was no out brought no peace of mind. Gulping in huge mouthfuls of error I felt as though I had begun to suffocate.

The footsteps reach the doorway, I heard Tara's light footfalls enter the room followed by two sets of heavier ones. Tara circled me like I was some sort of injured prey which she had not yet decided had been subjugated yet.

She rounded to the front of me. Tara was a vivacious woman, 10 years my senior, plump without being overweight, with shoulder length blonde hair which she curled each morning. She was sexually aggressive both in the way in which she talked about sex as well as the way she enjoyed sex. She was always very vocal about preferring well hung younger men for her sexual partners, something I was always somewhat semish about when I heard it. I was infatuated with her and the fact that I knew I would never measure up to her partners both physically and figuratively did nothing to quell my infatuation. If anything I grew more curious, more desirous of her affection, touch and approval. In my sexual fantasies I often imagined what she looked like nude. I imagined her stern and assertive demeanor amplified to the point where I was a mere object of her fancy. I hoped that my imagination would not let me down tonight.

The two heavy footfalls behind her belong to two men, both well over 6 feet tall. I had briefly met them after a book club meeting. Marcus, just 24 years old, looked more of a man than I did. He had a full beard which he kept neatly trimmed, a square jaw and chiseled chin with a large hooked nose completing his masculine face. Tara had once told us during a rather drunken book club meeting that she was unable to take the full length of his member. This memory flirted through my mind as he moved into view and I glanced at his crotch wondering what type of monster Tara of all people was unable to handle.

Ryan shuffled in behind him. Younger than Marcus, Ryan was only 22 years old, clean shaven and muscular, he had piercing brown eyes that seemed to barely move, seeing everything without needing to flit. He walked as a man who knew what he wanted and already had devised a plan to achieve his goal. For all that he was taken aback by my predicament, I noticed a moment of surprise flit through his eyes, before being replaced with a thoughtful look.

Shuffling in behind Ryan was Kara and her husband John. As always I felt the air warming around Kara pulling inward, her shoulders slightly hunched as if bearing the weight of the world. Possessing her typical shy demeanor she seemed almost an after thought to the four who had preceded her into the room. Pale and slim with auburn hair cut into a bob she scans the room taking in the toys casually left out on the table as well as me without so much as an ounce of surprise.

I had been surprised when my wife had let me know that Kara had agreed to come. Her timidness seemed juxtaposed with the raw sexual energy that this night promised. I certainly could not imagine her having her way with me and I also felt that she would struggle engaging with anyone other than John.

Kara was also probably my closest friend within the book club. She possessed a keen mind which I admired. We would often break off from the main group who were more interested in the wine provided for book nights than the content of the books. The matching of wits solidified a growing friendship between us based on mutual respect, but which also surrounded the mental not the physical. Throughout all of our conversations we had not once mentioned anything to do with sex, even in regards to the books we read. It was an unspoken boundary. I had always assumed her to be more of a cerebral creature, assuming that sexual appetites were garish to her and so I had heeded that unspoken boundary. Despite or maybe due to this boundary I had become increasingly curious about her sexuality and if I was honest with myself had developed a bit of a crush. While I wanted to please and be Tara's plaything I wanted to impress and be seen by Kara.

As Kara's eyes took in my bent over form I unconsciously arched my back presenting my backside ever more slightly to her. An unsolicited thought rising to the front of my brain of a primate presenting itself to its suitor for the first time. She shied away from me, I couldn't tell if from disgust or from overstimulation, I hoped the latter.

John, Kara's husband, followed her gaze with a wistful look on his face. John was the husband/boyfriend I knew by far the best. He often would come early to pick up Kara from book club and would often sit to chat and have a beer with us.

Physically John was slim and tall, with pale skin and long dark hair that reached down past his shoulders. Similar to Kara in demeanor I had often gravitated to him and her in group settings, finding a kindred soul in the two of them. Where my wife balanced me, providing a fiery nature to my more contemplative one, in John and Kara I saw two contemplative souls and wondered what they were like behind closed doors.

Last in the room was Emma and Criag. Emma was plump, there is no other way to describe her, though she was confident in stating she was a BBW. For all that confidence that others might find aggressive I found it charming. She was short with a large ass that jiggled a bit when she walked. Slightly scatter brained she always meant well, and was the most likely of all of us to follow another's line of thought. In my mind I often thought of her as a dart, fast moving but eventually eclipsed by something bigger (in spirit not physically).

Emma was the only one who at this point I had actually seen naked. It had been by mistake, she had come over for a swim at our place unbeknownst to me she had been changing in our bathroom. I had just gotten home from the gym and I needed a shower. Catching her just about to put on her swimsuit almost gave me a heart attack.

Panicking I quickly took in her body, her straight blonde hair hung down along her stomach as she was preparing to insert her legs into her one piece suit. Her large breasts hung down low, never had I seen such swollen beautiful breasts before, capped with large nipples. Between her legs though is what caught me by surprise the most - other than surprise of a nude woman randomly in my bathroom - thick curly public hair sprung from her pubic area.

I had no love for her husband Criag though, for after that incident he had taken me aside at the next book club meeting and had spoken harshly about the situation, out of the corner of my eye I had seen Emma grimacing at our subtle altercation.

I never did understand what Emma saw in him. Slightly shorter than me, covered in coarse black hair and balding slightly, he seemed to be constantly insecure, especially around the other female members of the club. I did not relish him penetrating my wife or myself, but we both agreed that we wanted to include Emma, and it would have been rude to exclude Criag.

“So this is what he behaves like for you huh?” Tara exclaimed in excitement to my wife, drawing my attention away from my inner thoughts.

“I always assumed that he was a good little boy for you, I just never knew how far it went” Tara continued as she dumped a duffle bag in front of me.

Intentionally unzipped for me to peruse the contents. An assortment of dildos and harnesses splayed at the bottom of the bag. A cacophony of shapes, sizes and colours. I spotted a long brown horse like dildo criss-crossed with a green tentacle shaped one at the top. Their placements were definitely intentional, both exceeding 10 inches. Underneath them though were more of the typical variety, some realistic, some just a cylinder, most of which were smaller than what my wife and I played with together.

My wife answered for us with a smile “he's positively the most delightful boy I've had to pleasure”.

My wife motioned everyone forward saying “you've all seen my husband now it's his time to see you”.

Martha stepped away from me, joining my wife.

With a mocking formal tone and a quick smirk at me she said “my dear you've not yet even joined your husband in undress”.

My wife dipped her head deferentially to Martha, and pulled her shirt over her head without a second thought, clearly wishing to set a relaxed and immodest tone. As she did this our guests filtered in behind her, most of them missing her divine breasts being exposed. A moment later, as if to apologize, my wife seductively stripped her new thong down her legs, widening her stance slightly to ensure our guests got a full view of her two holes.

Looks of hunger began to appear on the men's faces. Whereas when they had happened in on me exposed there seemed to be some contemplation on how to handle an exposed and presented man, now they had no room for contemplation. A raw look of hunger and desire to take spread across Marcus, Ryan and Criag's faces. I had often felt that same animalistic urge, tied as I was with a group of men surrounding my wife i felt it rise in my chest as well, though tinged with the yellowness of jealous, only amplified when Ryan stepped forward and without warning or word grasped my wife's right cheek in a meaty palm. My wife let out a small encouraging purr as Marcus rubbed her cheek. Increasing in volume as he spread her open for all to see.

Nothing had prepared me for this moment. A moment ago I was as flaccid as possible, now a raging, emphasis on raging boner took its place. Internally I raged at the notion of this man touching my wife like this. A flood of images rocked me from the moment. Then my wife's promise from earlier came back to me. Calm may not have returned to me but I could once more deal with our evolving situation.

As my wife stripped and Ryan stretched her open John averted his eyes ever so slightly, but couldn't help himself from stealing glances. His face flushed as my wife's cheeks were pried apart.

The rest of the group however relished in my wife's current predicament. A flurry of activity followed, shirts were stripped off, pants tugged in a hurry.

Martha helped strip Emma down exposing those glorious orbs I had glimpsed once before. She caught me staring and gave me an awkward wink as Martha ripped her pants and underwear down in one quick tug. Martha's hair brushed against Emma's bush as her leggings were un-entangled from around her feet and discarded on a growing pile of clothes on the couch.

So much activity followed that I had difficulty keeping track. Marcus undoing his belt, his shirt lying on the floor, muscles creating shadows on his body from the overhead light. I desperately wondered, no hungered, to see the size of his cock.

John carefully folded his clothes on the armrest of the couch, fully nude. His back to me I saw taut muscles along his back and legs, making me think of a swimmer. A few birthmarks scattered across his back. Having finished he turned around and to my surprise his cock slung low reaching nearly to his knees. At first glance it looked thin, but on closer observation I realized that its length was throwing my perspective off; it must have been thicker than my own.

Swinging my gaze back towards my wife I see her on her knees unbuttoning and pulling the pants off of a shirtless Ryan. Naked other than his boxer briefs my wife nuzzles his package with her nose. Giving small cute eskimo kisses to it. She drew his boxers down, releasing his cock, placing a kiss on its head, even from my position I could tell was French.

As she took its head into her mouth my vision was blocked as Criag bounced eagerly towards my wife. With no small amount of pettiness I grinned gleefully as I saw his fully erect dick. No more than 4 inches it stood at attention among a forest of coarse black hair. I remarked to myself that neither him nor his wife must have owned a razor. My glee was short lived however. Criag moved to the side, which allowed me to view my wife once more. Bobbing on Ryan's cock had begun in earnest. Her one hand stroked the base of Ryan's shaft while she bobbed her head with semi exaggerated determination, spit dripping from her chin. But that was not what wiped my smirk from my face, it was her other hand, her left one. Which was wrapped around Criag's penis massaging the tip just as I liked her to do for me, the diamond of her wedding band already covered in a shining layer of his precum.

Criag's wife Emma is behind my wife, fingering her from behind, kissing her ears as she forced her fingers into my wife's folds.

My view became obstructed with the approaching of Martha and John, the last I saw of my wife was Marcus joining her, I was unable to even see the size of his cock.

In all the commotion I had not realized that Kara was missing. The emotional rollercoaster of watching my wife with another man dimmed, though by no means abated by the lack of view - I could still hear her gagging on cock, still hear the boys and Emma encouraging and humiliating her - but it felt less real somehow, and with that emotional clarity I noticed Kara's absence.

I craned my head to look up at her husband John, careful to avoid paying too much attention to his cock.

“Where's Kara?” I said in a meek voice.

John gestured behind me. Twisting I attempted to spot Kara but the board locking my hand and head blocked my view. I was desperate to drink in Kara's body but also very aware of the unequal exchange of her seeing me exposed. Martha, of all people came to my rescue.

“Come on over her Kara, nothing to be ashamed of, I think he will quite like what you have for him”.

Kara slid into view. One arm covering her chest as her other hand reached down to cover her pubic area. Her cream colored skin shone in the overhead lights, not a blemish on her skin.

“Don't be silly, if anyone is to be nervous its him” Martha scolded Kara while she jerked a thumb at me.

Hesitantly Kara uncovered herself while she avoided making eye contact with me. Small pert A cup breasts made visible, small silver barbells pierced her small erect pink nipples. Her legs still wedged together allowed for not even the smallest glimpse of her lips.

I searched her face for some indication of her headspace. Unsure if she thought me attractive, her husband John certainly did. I could see his cock had stiffened significantly already. Something caught my eye. A small glistening trail appeared to be running down her right leg near her knee.

Could she really be that wet I thought to myself, could she be experiencing the same hangup surrounding our friendship that I was?

Catching her eyes I said “I'm really glad you're here. I'm honored to be able to show you another side of me, I hope you can do me the honor of showing me yours”.

The words came out awkward, the awkwardness only amplified by the fact I was restrained, exposed and had a raging boner. I had a moment of regret, thinking I said the wrong thing, when all of a sudden her legs began to part. I caught the barest glimpse of her small lips against the backdrop of the wall before she began to walk towards me.

She ignored John and Martha for a moment and came right over to my face. I could still see my wife, Emma and the guys behind Martha, still obstructed by her considerable silhouette.

The depraved sounds of them enjoying my wife melted into the background as I took in Kara's petite body.

“Is this really what you want?” Kara asked hesitantly.

“You don't even know the half of it” I said, pausing for a moment. I continued hoping to break down the barrier we had erected between the cerebral and the sensual “just take a look at my cock”.

She couldn't resist glancing down at my quivering rod. She gave a small nod, tension leaving her body.

Martha wasted no time after Kara's concession.

“I think the loving couple should be the first to share him,” she said, glancing between John and Kara.

Martha made as if to grab John's cock, Kara quickly slid in between the two of them. Not willing to let Martha touch her husband. A possessive energy radiated from her outwards towards Martha.

With her hands held up Martha backed off, but stated the obvious, “John's not quite ready to perform”. Indicating her considerable cock though large and semi hard was in no shape for fucking yet.

Without a word for Martha, Kara grasped John's cock in her hand and guided him over towards me. With a quick cursory glance my way she must have noticed the way my eyes followed John's cock. She positioned it half an inch from my face.

“Kiss it” two beautiful words rang out from her mouth.

I needed no further instruction. Bracing my feet against the ground I pushed my neck the extra half an inch through the pillory, my lips made contact with a cock for the very first time. I kissed its head gently. Pressing my tongue to the underside of the head as I had envisioned my wife doing moments ago.

I tickled the underside as I enjoyed myself. Wrapping my lips around the cock head I hooked my upper lip on the ride of John's cock head. The only thing I could compare it to at the time with my limited experience was sucking lollipops. I pictured myself rubbing off layer after layer of the sweet treat.

I'm sucking cock! I exclaimed to myself. Years of longing, shame and worry peeled off me, remnants still there but flaking like ill applied paint. I grew more enthusiastic especially as John's cock began to thicken. I began to bob on his cock, as I took it to the back of my mouth I began to gag. Never had I felt so helpless before. My ass was plugged, my hands and head restrained and I was choking on a cock.

A few minutes passed like this. Eventually almost reluctantly John's cock slid from my mouth. My jaw ached, I had a new found respect for anyone who had given a blowjob.

John walked behind me as her the unmistakable sound of someone being fucked. The rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh accompanied by the low moans of my wife. Martha grinned mischievously at me, as Kara grimaced. Martha moved out of the way to join John who had begun to play with my hole via my plug.

My wife came into view. With Criag pounding her from behind, I couldn't tell from my position if he was in her ass or her glorious pussy. It didn't really matter, I seethe with rage and helplessness as he raised to glare at me.

“Fuck.” The word tumbled from my mouth.

“Fuck is right, I've claimed your wife first” Criag shouted puncuating each word with a thrust and a sharp smack on her bare ass.

Rainbow, my safe word came to mind. I desperately wanted to use it. I caught my wife's eyes. She was enjoying herself, how could I strip her pleasure from her, all for some base desire. Criag wasn't taking my wife, and if I was being honest his words furthered my horniness to levels I had not experienced before.

Likely due to my assumed humiliation and his assumed superiority Criag began to climax. With one last thrust he released his seed inside of my wife. I still had no way of knowing in which hole he had deposited it.

My eyes never left my wife's as Criag bottomed out. A small shake of her head indicated she had not cum, a small relief to me. Criag lay atop her back for a moment stunned in the aftermath of orgasm. Collecting himself he glanced my way, he noticed my lack of humiliation. Puzzled he stared for a moment, before he manhandled my wife twisting her around so now her ass pointed towards me. Lacing his fingers into the folds of her outer lips and cheeks he pried them apart. Thick cum clung to her lips, a heavy droplet just appearing from her vagina.

I stared, paralyzed. The knowledge that this cretins cum filled my wife brought a new knowledge unbidden that he had as he said claimed her. I remembered my wife's words early, her face as she was being fucked and I smiled. I could deal with a bit of humiliation, heck I could thrive on it.

Kara bent down and whispered “are you alright, that was intense.”

I responded “yeah, caught be a bit off guard, not going to lie. But that was incredibly hot.”

Criag withdrew from the room without a second look at me, as cocky swagger to his motions. My wife swiveled to face me, I smiled to reassure her that I was enjoying the evening. She let out a hurried breath, relaxing. Emma and Ryan had watched our unspoken exchange. Having determined everything could continue Emma sat in front of my wife, grasped her hair pulling her to meet her bush and clit. Ryan took up a position behind my wife, smacking her cheeks with his heavy cock.

I turned my attention back to Kara.

“My my aren't you a bit of cuck” she said in a whisper.

I was slightly taken aback by her words, they seemed so strange coming from her. I would have expected them to have come from Martha, not Kara. I guess this night changed everyone.

“You're only now noticing that” I say with an awkward shake of the head. “Though I could use a bit of a distraction” raising my voice to include John “I was hoping that you and John could provide it”.

“Just need a bit of help getting this hole loosened up” John replied as he extracted my plug.

“Let me help with that” Martha chirped.

A small finger began to circle my hole, fresh lube coated it. The lube still cold caused my hole to twitch, contracting. Martha was having none of it. Pressing in on my hole two fingers emerged into my secret cave. Twisting them around for a moment to increase its circumference. A third and fourth soon joined them. Tightly packed together she began to flex her fingers widening my opening. I pushed back onto her fingers as far as I could go. I felt lube slide down my balls forming a twin puddle along with my precum on the floor as Martha began to thrust into me.

“Let John have some fun while hes still tight” Kara said to Martha.

Never had I expected those words to come from Kara.

As Martha withdrew her fingers from my hole John gripped my cheeks and slid his cock along my taint up towards my hole. His head nudged my loosened hole he prepared to enter.

As his cock head began to enter me, Kara tilted her head bringing her lips to mine. Tongue snaked into mouth as cock pressed into anus. I briefly thought that this was what being spit roasted felt like. I was very wrong, but I didn't find out for another hour or so.

John was gentle. A true gentleman he stopped his initial thrust about three inches in. Slowly pulling back, then forward. He created a slow rhythm in which I could feel him going deep with each forward thrust and feel his cock head on my ring with each reverse.

All the while Kara continued to smother me with her mouth. Cupping my head she brought me gently into her. Breaking the kiss after a minute she brought her small breast to my mouth. I could taste the barbell in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple much like I had done with her husband's cock head moments before.

Kara whispered in my ear while her husband continued to fuck me and I continued to nurse on her breast.

“He's never even fucked me in the ass”

I wanted to make it a memorable moment for John. I began to meet his thrusts with my own. Each time his cock head ruched my ring I attempted to clamp down on it, to wring just a small bit of extra pleasure from him.

His tempo began to quicken, he moved his hands to my waist pulling me into each thrust. I knew it was coming soon, my first creampie.

I didn't have to wait long as John emptied his balls into my formerly tight hole. I moaned into his wife's petite breast in that last moment as I felt a flood of warm liquid seep into me. A few more thrust accompanied a few more smaller spurts of cum and then with a sigh he was done.

Martha smacked my ass and said “no longer a virgin heh”.

Kara kissed me on the lips as John pulled himself free from me. Walking around towards Kara they shared a deep kiss with him bending down to reach her crouched body. His cock tagged in front of me as he did.

Breaking from the kiss Kara grasped his cum coated cock. She played it between us and began to kiss it. After a moment's pause I followed suit. Meeting her lips around the shaft as I licked John's cum mingled with vanilla lube from his cock.

His cock clean John retired to use the restroom. Kara looked as if she wished to join him, but looked at my furtive face. A smile crept over her face.

“Is it my turn now” she said with a wicked grin.

A low voice interrupted my response. “No its mine”. Criag had returned.

His easily cock once more at full attention. I thought to myself maybe that's why Emma's with him, his refractory time is crazy. A quick thought followed that one that he was going to fuck me.

“Don't worry I'll be quick” he said with a smirk.

Kara's new found courage leaked from her, speaking to me in a mock condescending way was one thing, standing up to someone like Criag was another. Martha could probably have stepped in, but knowing her she probably relished my subjection to Criag.

“What do we have here” Criag said as he rounded my body.

When he reached my behind he without preamble, without any form of foreplay stuck his dick in my ass with a laugh.

Kara rose her eyes fiery with determination, I just shook my head at her. This was going to have to happen at some point in the night. She touched my cheek in some small showroom comfort before she grasped my hair and pulled me into her vulva.

I think her objective was to distract me as much as possible from Criag's wild thrusts and I appreciated her for that. I began to kiss and lick in a show of returning her care. I explored the folds of her inner and outer lips, I steered clear of her sensitive clit for now. Tasting her nectar, breathing in the light musky scent of her sex.

Her juices began to drip down my chin, I jokingly thought that a third puddle surely must have joined the lube and precum ones down below, but my view was blocked from confirming. It didn't matter, just an idle thought. I had a lot of work to do. I worked my way to her clit's hood beginning to work it back and forth. She pulled me closer as I moved on to her clit.

Unbidden and frustratingly Criag's thrusts were doing something that John's had failed to do, stimulate my prostate. Due to his shorter length and slight curve each thrust pressed against this button of pleasure. Each thrust seemingly engorged it further.

Kara's legs began to shake, a small violent tremble working its way up her body. Thrusting her pelvis into me, blocking my airways she rode my chained face to orgasm.

She released my hair, stumbled back a few feet and hurriedly sat down. Her pale skin was flushed across her chest and sex. Her breathing is more a gulping. A puddle is already beginning to pool between her crossed feet.

Criag continued to thrust his full cock slipping in and out of my hole. I feel my orgasm approaching, this will be my first hands free one ever! I begin to beg, to Criag of all people.

“Please, I'm so close. Just as little more, right there, there!” I beg.

I don't know if it was my begging or he was already that close but as I finished begging Criag's body became rigid. His cock jerked inside of my loosened hole, squirting his seed inside of me to mingle with John's.

“No”

I was so close. So darn close, I felt my body involuntarily thrusting into open air, desperate for some form of friction to abate the built tension. But nothing greeted me until Criag in his sadistic little mind slapped it, followed quickly by a slap to my balls. All that pent of energy, all that pent up tension disappeared, it was not released. The shock of the slaps triggered some sort of reset.

“Boys like you don't get to cum” Criag muttered as he stomped off.

Kara glared daggers into Craig's back, I was worried for a moment that she would reach out and throw my plug at the back of his head.

Instead she got up and began to root around in Martha's duffle bag. She first pulled free a black harness and then a very small vibrating dildo, it couldn't have been more than two inches and was likely used for literal stimulation than insertion. Confusion clouded my face, there was no way that would even register to my gaped hole right now. I could already feel a bit of cum at its entrance leaking out.

“This looks about the same size as his dick” she said with a laugh.

I joined in laughing with her as she threw it back in the bag, pulling a roughly 5 inch dildo with an upwards hook to it. As she began to assemble the harness and didlo on her waist I felt Martha's fingers gently stopping up my leaking asshole cum and pushing it back in where it belonged.

Strapon now assembled Martha and Kara switched places. Martha's round behind eclipsed the view once more of my wife who was still being raised by Ryan, her face covered in a shining layer of liquid which could have only come from Emma. She didn't look up as Martha swung into view, she was too preoccupied.

Tentative hands grasped my cheeks once more as an aggressive one clasped my head in an iron grip and brought it towards Martha’ behind. Her ass was so voluptuous that I could not glimpse her butthole. As my face brushed against her bottom her cheeks parted greeting me with the sight of her puckered and gaped asshole. Ryan and Marcus must have sounded her earlier today. I briefly wondered whether my own hole would look like this one by the end of the night, before my face was pressed firmly against her hole.

“Lick” Martha commanded.

I needed further encouragement as I snaked my thin tongue into her delicious hole.

While Martha manhandled me and I snaked my tongue in and out of her asshole Kara struggled.

She had managed to insert the strapon in me but struggled to build up a rhythm, her hands left my cheeks and were preoccupied with keeping the dildo from slipping out. After a few more fumbling attempts she withdrew from my hole. I despaired not for me, but for her. She had seen the look in my eye after Criag had ruined my orgasm and all she had wanted to do was repair the damage done.

Elation replaced despair a few moments later as Kara returned the strapon to my hole. I would later find out that she had needed to tighten the straps around the dildo portion as it was not pressed firmly against her groin.

Her tempo increased this time, each thrust perfectly hitting my prostate. Since it was a dildo and not a cock I could fully focus on my own pleasure this time. I shifted my hips to position each thrust for my maximum enjoyment.

Her tempo continued to increase threatening to topple the pillory with each thrust, thankfully I had Martha's ample bottom to keep it and myself in place. But one thrust slightly more agitating then the rest tipped the pillory a few degrees, the angle of my face shifted downward as it was further engulfed by Martha's ass, my tongue slipped from her hole only for it to be replaced a moment later by my nose. My nose actually slipped inside, I didn't even know this was possible, caught a pure whiff of her clean asshole before the pillory rocked back extracting me. My first and only thought was, I would be a brown nosier for Martha any day before the pillory stabilized and my tongue met her greed hole once more.

I could feel Martha's fingers brushing my chin as she rubbed herself to what I could only imagine was happening to my wife. I surprisingly realized that an orgasm was fast approaching for me. My cock stuck out rock hard from beneath me as an undeniable wave fast approached.

Sensing my oncoming orgasm Kara increased the tempo. Buggering me like not even Criag had before. With a soft gasp my legs began to falter and my cock thrust forward as if in anticipation for a pussy to fill as its ancestors had. Nothing met it, but this time it did not matter. The wave was upon me, I could not ride it, I could not control it all I could do was surrender to it as my cum squirted on the floor in a violent cascade of pleasure.

My head lulled, dazed as I was. I didn't notice Martha moved away, replacing my plug, sealing John and Criag's cum in my ass. Neither did I notice Kara come forward cum covered dildo bouncing as she walked.

Martha's voice drew me away from my reprieve. “I think it's time we let you out to enjoy some fun with your wife”.

Martha unclasped the pillory as I looked up to see my wife for the first time in ten minutes.