SW plans for the weekend
He and she were having dinner late in the evening in the kitchen. Tired from daily cares, they were sharing impressions of their day. Husband and wife sat at the table, devouring the tenderly cooked turkey fillet in cream sauce and leisurely sipping dry Spanish wine. Maxim and Alexandra had been married for over five years and still hadn't exhausted their sexual fantasies.
Alexandra was 33 years old, and she considered this the optimal age for passion and debauchery. Behind her was the standard set of experiences from the "bucket list for old age": smoke some weed, fuck a girl, participate in FFM or MMF. Of course, there were a bunch of other things: skydiving, climbing some mountain, riding a Harley in Las Vegas, but they somehow faded into the background, and she was increasingly absorbed by the world of promiscuous and unrestrained sex. She remained fit, went to yoga, in order (with a certain intent) to work on her flexibility. She loved to splurge on luxurious Italian lingerie and wore only stilettos!
Maxim was a year younger, but at 32, he was many times more uninhibited than his wife and possessed a more developed sexual imagination. He was a tall, athletic, and incredibly charming man. One would never suspect a man of this type could be a cuckold, adoring his role and preferring humiliation and spanking from his Mistress.
"I'm leaving for the weekend!" Alexandra declared in a tone that allowed no argument. Max, for his part, wouldn't even try to argue with her. Although until now, the maximum Alexandra had allowed herself was to return in the morning. But this time she had two whole days planned!
"May I ask where this time?"
"Nick is coming this weekend! So for two days, I'll be his personal bitch for fucking and any of his experiments. But so you don't feel too hurt, I have a little gift for you too."
She ran out of the room, her ass shimmering in the strings that were hard to call panties, and began frantically searching for something in her purse.
"Ah, here it is!"
Returning, she handed him a package with a bow, and with a sly, wide smile, suggested he open her gift right away.
"I know what you do when I'm not home at night. But this time, I have different plans for you!"
Unable to wait for Max to untie all those bows and figure out how to open the gift wrapping, she snatched it from his hands and impatiently began tearing the wrapper. Shreds of colored paper flew in all directions until a metal cap with a lock appeared before his eyes.
"This is a gift for our 'little boy'. I don't want you jerking off your little bean anymore while your wife is being fucked in every hole. I want you to become my girlfriend, a horny slut who will prepare my lovers for me and offer up her ass to be cummed in on my dangerous days. You know how much I hate condoms, pills, and other crap. But at the same time, I adore cum inside me. I want you to feel that too, fully. I want you to learn to cum like a girl. And if you're an obedient slut, I might let you cum, jerking off between my little heels."
Alexandra knelt before her husband, pulled off his underwear, and finally giving his dangling dick a peck on the head, fastened the metal cage on him.
The sensation was new for Max. Walking was uncomfortable, the metal pulled his cock down, and in loose underwear he could hear the lock clinking against the cage. At his remark, Sasha took out a pair of thongs from her drawer and declared that since he was now her girlfriend, he should wear her panties! That way the clinking won't be heard!
As if on purpose, she continued to flaunt herself naked in front of him, made him shave her completely for the meeting with Nick, periodically allowing him to lick her pussy, rub aromatic oils into her skin, pick out lingerie and stockings for her. He was forced to prepare her for the meeting, although previously he wasn't included in the preparation process. And with each of her tasks, his imagination painted vivid pictures of her fucking with the Dominant. He knew that Sasha and Nick's relationship had a special shade of light sadomasochism. In porn stories, Sasha became a willless doll with him, agreeing to everything at his first demand.
When the morning of departure arrived, before leaving her husband for the whole weekend, Sasha decided to give him a list of tasks.
"I don't want you to be bored without me. I see your little bean has resigned itself and gotten used to its fate. Jerking it off is not in the cards for you. So do something useful." She laid out on the bed in front of him three rubber dildos of different sizes and two anal plugs. One glass, cone-shaped, and the second rubber, shaped like a snowman, with each ball wider towards the base.
"Cleaning the apartment is on you! Ironing, laundry, and washing dishes — with the glass plug in your ass. Vacuuming and mopping floors — with the rubber one. I want to see a photo report where the rubber plug is completely in your ass!"
Considering that the diameter of the rubber anal plug at its widest point was 6.5 cm, this threw Max into a bit of shock.
"Damn, Sash! I'll tear my ass!"
"That's why I'm leaving you my little friends!" she lovingly ran her fingers over the rubber dildos. "Start practicing as soon as I leave. The biggest dildo is for my strap-on, I want to fuck you good with it when I return!"
"I take it that while I'm raping my ass, someone will be having pure pleasure! Can I at least have some kind of reward?"
Alexandra thought for a minute, went to the desk, and returned with a pen.
"You can! You can write your wish on my ass. So it suffers too!" she turned away, leaned her hands on the bed, and stuck her butt out in front of him.
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"'Return her with bruises on her ass and a wrecked hole!' What's this?" asked Nick.
"That's a personal request from my husband."
"I see...," his face took on a puzzled look for a second. "Well, I'll gladly do that!"
Alexandra lay face down on the wide bed of the luxurious suite. She was wearing a tight red dress with a zipper running the full length down the back. Her shoes flew off the moment she was roughly pushed onto the bed. Nick carelessly kicked them aside with his foot and with a sharp movement unzipped the dress, exposing her thighs and buttocks. The writing under her lace panties puzzled him a little. He didn't like a third party's involvement in their relationship and didn't accept any outside wishes except his own! But this time he had gotten the bitch to ravage for a whole weekend, and the wish of her cuckold husband didn't conflict with his goals.
His hand hung in the air and a moment later landed with a ringing slap on the tender skin of her buttock. Sasha froze and tried to breathe deeper, knowing that the subsequent blows would intensify. Slaps rained down one after another. Nick straddled her from above and pinned her thighs with his knees. He watched with pleasure as blood rushed to her bottom. As the imprints of his palms created a scarlet work of art.
Sasha clenched and unclenched her toes, her body shuddered before feeling the blow. Tension didn't leave her even when he stopped and kissed the places he had struck. And when he lightly stroked her buttocks blazing with heat, she didn't think about a break, but waited and craved continuation. Arousal grew in her alongside the pain sensations. The blows became more and more stinging and precise.
"Enough! Please, I can't take it anymore! Fuck me!!! I beg you!" she wailed, smearing tears on the pillow.
Nick just smirked, moved aside the strip of her panties, and shoved two fingers into her.
"Mmm, the bitch is wet!" The third and fourth fingers entered her easily. He began to tease her, fucking her with his fingers, deeper, faster, slower, pulling them out and shoving them back in with a jerk. She moaned loudly, clenched the pillow until her knuckles hurt, and bit the sheet to keep from screaming.
"Shove your cock in me! God, I want to feel a cock inside me!"
"Excellent! As you wish!" Nick jerked her onto her back and rose above her face. With his hand, he squeezed her cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth wider. He shoved his fingers, which he had just fucked her with, into her mouth, and she gladly licked each one, cleaning them of her juices.
He could no longer restrain his desire and drove his cock into her throat all the way to his balls. He was hungry. He wanted to tear her apart and explode himself! Sasha choked on saliva while he roughly fucked her mouth, and he, in turn, pulled out his cock and smeared the spit over her face. She only managed to stick out her tongue and lick his scrotum while his cock slid over her cheeks. Sasha breathed deeply through her nose, suppressing her gag reflex.
Nick diligently and with relish destroyed the sexual image she had created. Hair disheveled, mascara running from tears, and the remnants of red lipstick were mercilessly smeared by his cock over her cheeks. He was creating a new image of a fuckable slut, a horny cocksucker, a willless doll — ready for anything for his satisfaction.
His animal lust grew and his arousal reached its peak. He began to cum violently on her reddened face. Sasha managed to take his balls into her mouth, sucking on them and licking them inside her mouth, she felt the cum pouring out in streams onto her cheeks, eyes, forehead. How the hot cock smeared it all over her once pretty face.
He shamelessly wiped his cock of the remaining cum and spit on her dress.
"Run to the shower and clean yourself up, bitch! Let's go have dinner, we have a long weekend ahead and you'll need a lot of strength!"