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Arabian Nights 2
🕑 Added 2021-06-10 19:09:55 +0000 UTCAnother story inspired by my lovely wife. Remember, these stories are disconnected, unrelated, unlikely to ever be continued and might make no sense in terms of time/space/events. But that's fine. They're good clean one shot fun!
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There was a couple that had been married for 17 years. They’d gotten married very early due to a surprise pregnancy and thus never got to sow their wild oats. They’d lived a good life but now that they’re only child was away at college, they could really cut loose and enjoy themselves.
They’d decided to spice up their marriage, as many couples do. At first it was with dirty talk and porn. Then a complete wardrobe makeover for Kelly, the wife. She threw literally everything out and let Eddie pick out every stitch of her new wardrobe. It was much more revealing than what she normally would wear but he’d been respectful, not pushing her too far out of her comfort zone. Shopping for the items and trying on outfits then twirling around for him had left both of them so turned on everytime they did it that they’d often ended up fucking in the back corner of a parking deck rather than making it home.
One day, while sitting at the breakfast nook eating a quiet meal to start the day, Kelly looked up and said, “I have an idea you might like.”
“Yeah?” her husband responded, not noticing the look in her eye. That mischievous twinkle that should have told him she was up to something.
“Yeah,” she said, “Do they still sell those Penthouse Letters you used to buy?”
Eddie’s eyes snapped up quickly and a crooked smile crossed his face. “Yeah,” he said, “I think so. Why?”
“Well… I had an idea. We both love to write, right?” she said. It was true. She was a technical writer at a large multinational company and he worked in sports journalism. Reading and writing were pretty much hard-wired into them. “Maybe we each try to find a story that… intrigues us… you know?”
Eddie simply nodded, the grin on his face telling Kelly all she needed to know.
She continued, “And then we write a version of it inspired by the story. A version that puts US into the story, okay?”
“Sure,” he said, “And then?”
“And then we share them with the other person. And… you know…” she said, gesturing with her hand as her voice trailed off.
“Fool around?” he asked, putting his hand on her thigh. She involuntarily spread her legs, a reflex she’d developed whenever he touched her intimately.
She nodded, her breathing now slightly labored and her skin flushed with the beginnings of arousal. “Well sure… of course. But I meant talk about it and try to figure out if it’s something we want to pursue for real?”
“Interesting,” he said, his hand creeping up further. “When do we start?”
“Right now?” she said, reaching over and pulling open a drawer of the desk next to them. As she did, Eddie’s fingers slipped up, penetrating the hot, moist pussy between her legs. She gasped and closed her eyes, the desk drawer forgotten as she reveled in her husband’s knowing, intimate touch. She licked her lips while Eddie watched in rapt fascination as the most beautiful woman he’d ever been with practically danced to his lustful whims. She finally managed to compose herself and reach into the drawer, grabbing the four paged story she’d written for him the night before.
Eddie spread the pages out on the table, reading the story in detail while continuing to silently work his fingers in his wife’s hungry cunt.
“I was so nervous. I couldn’t believe we were doing it. Going to the Hamphills Halloween party. We’d heard the stories for years. The rumors, although we knew they were more than that. It was a costume party, sure. But that was just an excuse to get everyone masked, drunk and eventually naked for the real purpose of the party. An orgy that would make Greeks rethink their ways.
You’d told me what to wear, of course. I loved that you’d started picking out my clothes. It gets me turned on whenever I look in a mirror and think about how I’m wearing something you picked out just for me because you like seeing me in it. Tonight though. Tonight I was a little nervous. The thin, white silk robe you’d picked for me as toga hung across my body, draped in a way that made sure every single bit of me was completely exposed. The fabric was so thin that a bright light would leave me revealed, practically naked for anyone watching. My nipples were hard and that showed too. Everyone would know how turned on I was. Everyone.
Your Roman gladiator costume was similarly sexy, showing off the broad, strong chest that I loved. I couldn’t keep my hands off you the entire night and that only got worse after I’d had a bit of wine. The masks they’d given us at the door obscured our identities, leaving me feeling much bolder, still filled with nervous energy but not that energy was simply heightening the tingling sensation running from my tits to my cunt. As the night progressed, the party really began to kick into gear and clothing began to get shed. Couples were pairing off and making out in corners and the host eventually declared it time to start the orgy. I looked around, knowing exactly what I was searching for. I’d seen her earlier. There. In the corner. There was a petite little redhead with a really perfect ass. Not nearly as nice as mine, of course. But I knew you’d love her. I grabbed your hand, walking over to her and simply saying, “Hi.”
“Hi,” she returned. I recognized that same bubbling sexual tension in her that I felt. I leaned forward, bringing my face close to hers. She looked shy, uncertain, but not at all unwilling. She didn’t flinch or look away. And so I closed the last three inches between us, giving her a kiss. The first time I’d ever kissed a girl. It was different. Soft, gentle, tender. I couldn’t help myself. I climbed up onto her on the couch, straddling her waist with my legs as we made out. I knew you were watching. I knew you were loving it. The thought spurred me on. My hands cupped her breast and I realized that, for the first time, I was touching another girl’s breasts. I played with them for a moment, working her up and enjoying the sounds she made into my mouth. Was it like that for you? That feeling of power and control as this randy little harlot obeyed my silent teasing?
I looked over at you, seeing how turned on you were. “Do you want her?” I asked. You just nodded, unwilling to break the sexy spell with words. “Do you want him?” I asked her. She bit her lip, looking at you. Looking at my husband. Looking at the man I was giving her. She nodded too. I climbed off of her and pulled you to her. You started slow at first but as she responded more and more passionately to your touch, I could see the change in you. I’d seen it millions of times with me. I knew it well. That moment when you let go and succumb to your lusts. Before long, she was flipped over onto her knees and you were sliding into the little redheaded sluts pussy. I should have felt jealous. But instead I felt proud. I’d done this. For you. And you loved it.
I watched you fuck her while I played with myself. It was interesting watching you from a distance. Intriguing. And fucking hot as hell. You fucked her hard at first, slowing down and then redoubling your efforts. You kept looking over at me and I just smiled and spread my own pussy so you could see how much I was enjoying the show. My own personal sex show starring my beloved husband.
That continued for several minutes when suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I looked up and there was a big, tall man standing beside me. He didn’t need to say any words. I knew what he wanted. I looked at you and our eyes met. You smiled at me, giving me a little nod as your fingers gripped the hips of your current plaything. I looked up at the man and simply turned around, bending over the couch right next to the girl you were fucking.
The man didn’t hesitate. His cock was splitting me apart seconds later. It was bigger than yours. Not by a huge amount but enough. It felt like it was going to split me in half at first and it took my breath away. I tried to scream but no sound came out. It was just me standing there bent over getting the fucking of a lifetime from a perfect stranger. I leaned over, kissing the redhead again. She moaned into my mouth, probably because the sight got you harder. It certainly made the cock fucking me flex inside.
He fucked me like that for a couple minutes before he asked, “Do you like it up the ass?”
The thought of that monster fucking my ass terrified me, and it also made my cunt clench hard which made him gasp. Before I could say anything though, you said, “She loves it that way. Fuck her nice and slow and she’ll even cum from it.”
“Wow, really? What a slut,” he said. I couldn’t believe it. You’d just casually offered my ass up to a total stranger. I also loved it. His cock pulled out of me and he started working it into my ass. Our juices provided just enough lube to make it possible though it wasn’t as careful as when you do it. As he slides into me, I felt full to the point of breaking and I squealed out in a mix of surprise, pleasure and pain.
“Shut up, bitch,” you said. I knew the mood you were in now. The mood where you’re not nice. You’re not loving. The mood where you want to just use a hole for pleasure. And I was in the mood to be a good hole. I craved it. “She sometimes protests a little but she loves it. Don’t you, slut?”
“Yesss… yesss,” I managed as the cock began sliding in and out of me. It was true, I did love it. I was a slut. Your slut. Forever. The end”
Eddie sat back, taking in the words, his fingers still working on Kelly’s now drenched cunt. He glanced over the story again, taking in parts he’d skipped and really absorbing the information. They fucked like animals that night, driving each other to multiple howling orgasms before agreeing to talk about it the next day.
Unfortunately, they forgot to set an alarm and had to rush out of the house, not having the conversation that was on both of their minds. Eddie couldn’t think straight that day and eventually ran out to the bookstore to buy a copy of Penthouse Letters that he leafed through in the parking lot until he found a story he liked. He hammered out “their” version of it and printed it out, deleting it from his work computer lest his bosses learn what perverts he and his wife had become.
When he got home, he got a couple things ready and then put the story in an envelope and left it on small table in the foyer. When Kelly arrived, she looked at it, a smile creeping across her lips. Eddie appeared from the kitchen, holding a glass of red wine. He offered it to Kelly and she smiled, taking a sip of the delicious burgundy liquid. She opened the envelope and noted the pages as she started reading.
“It all began with an idle comment you made. ‘I want to be blindfolded and tied up’. Well… maybe it wasn’t THAT idle? But it was an unusual comment, I think, on that, we can both agree. But the idea had stuck with me for some time. I’d secretly bought a bunch of toys and, despite our… let’s say ‘changing’ lifestyle, I’d been reluctant to share them. Worried what you might say. Or think? But then you said you might want to be tied up and blindfolded and I boiled over.
“Okay,” I said about a week later, “I’m ready. Let’s do it.”
“Do what?”
“Tie you up,” I said, grinning ear to ear.
“What? Really? When?”
“Right. Fucking. Now,” I said. You shivered, the sudden change of tone in my voice striking a resonant chord deep within you. You didn’t always get into that kinky submissive headspace but sometimes I would do something JUST right and you’d rapidly snap to that place. That was happening right there in front of my eyes. I got up, walking into the bedroom and came out with a bag that had been hidden in my closet.
Your eyes went wide as you looked at the bag and heard the clinking of metal inside, “What’s in there?” you asked.
I smiled and kissed you, then pulled out a blindfold, “that’s for me to know and you to find out my pretty little slut.”
Again, you shivered and you practically purred in pleasure at the thought. I slid the blindfold out, securing it into place then whispered in your ear, “I’m going to use you tonight, slut.”
“Yesss,” you said as my fingers stroked across your sensitive skin. “Please use me.”
“You wouldn’t tell me no for any reason, right, slut?”
“No,” you said.
“So you don’t need to be able to talk then,” I say as I slowly bring up the ring gag I’d bought. Without protest you simply open your mouth, allowing me to place the ring between your teeth, holding your mouth open. Truly just a hole for me to use. I helped you out of your shirt and unzipped your skirt, revealing the naked form underneath. You often skipped underwear these days and I fucking love that.
Then I guide you over to wear I’d set things up, “Spread your legs, slut.” You do so, completely obedient. Completely submissive. And soon to be completely vulnerable to whatever sadistic desires I might have. I quickly assemble the spreader bar, having already practiced it twice before you got home. I cuff your ankles to it, holding your legs spread wide. Exactly as they should be. I then pick up the rope from the bag and gently push your shoulders forward and down.
“I’m going to tie you up now, slut. And then I’m going to use you however I want, understand?”
“Yeth,” you manage. I smile as I begin tying you up. I lean you forward and then tie your hands behind your back, tossing the rope over the arch near our front door and gently pulling up on your bound wrists. It forces your head and body down and your arms back. When I’m satisfied with the position I’ve got you in, I tie the rope securely, leaving you with no place to move. No way to escape. I reach down and slide my fingers into you. I’m sure neither of us was surprised at how wet you were. Your juices gush into my hand as I spread your cunt with first one, then two, then three fingers. Your writhing is muted by the position your trapped in. And that makes my cock twitch too. I walk over, sliding my cock into your mouth and fucking your throat deep. You gurgle around my cock but are able to avoid gagging. As I’m fucking your mouth, I ask “Do you want me to pound your cunt, whore?”
I pull out and you gasp for air, “Yefff,” you manage.
“Good,” I say then walk around behind you. I don’t give a preamble. I don’t go gently.I Simply pull your pussy apart with my thumbs and slam my cock into you hard and fast. You scream which then turns into a moan as I continue to pummel you, slamming my hips into you as hard and as fast as biology will allow. “Make your cunt tight, slut. Squeeze your owner’s cock.”
“Yeff. yeff! Uck, e. Uck e!” you babble. I slap your ass, leaving a red, angry hand print that quickly turns into a welt. Despite the sting in my hand, you obviously love it. I feel your cunt clench tight around my cock, threatening to either break my cock off or make me black out. Or maybe both! I slap your ass again, watching the flesh jiggle. God your ass is fucking hot! I keep fucking you, using the rope as leverage to pound you as hard and fast and without mercy as I can. Eventually, I feel my orgasm building and I pull out. You grunt in protest but I quickly walk back around and shove my cock into your mouth once again and you’re happily moaning as my cock fucks between your lips. Your eyes look up at me, lovely perfect submission the only emotion evident. It’s enough to cause me to bubble over and I yank my cock out, stroking it as I shoot rope after rope all over your lovely face.
“You’re such a good slut,” I say as my fingers curl into your hair, “You deserve a reward.” You nod happily, eager to get your reward because you know it’s the orgasm you’re craving.
I walk over to the bag and pull out the last item. A rabbit vibe that slides perfectly into your juicy cunt before I position the other piece right over your clit. I turn the vibe on and it’s like your body’s been struck by lightning. You’re twitching and writhing as best you can despite the rope and bar between your legs. I grab some athletic tape and secure the vibe on your clit then walk away, “I’ll be back in an hour. Enjoy your orgasms,” I say as your eyes go wide with shock before closing around the first of many orgasms. The End.”
“So what do you think?” Eddie asked, watching his wife finish the last page of the story.
“We didn’t talk about mine. What did you think?” she said.
“I asked you first,” he said, smiling back.
“I loved it. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“So you’d want to try something like that?”
“Eddie, my love, I’d love to try EXACTLY that.”
“See, I’d make one change to yours,” he said. Kelly fought back a frown. She’d been worried that Eddie wouldn’t like the idea of sharing her. She just hoped he wasn’t annoyed. He continued, “yeah, you should have written in a second guy fucking your mouth.”
Kelly looked at her husband, “Really?”
He nodded, grabbing her hand, “Let’s go to the bedroom and talk about it.. A lot!”
“Excellent, I’ve got another story to tell you that you might find hot.”
“Really? You can tell me while I’m eating that luscious pussy,” he said as he flung her onto the bed and flipped her skirt up.
“Mmm… okay… well… Once upon a time…”
