1 comments/ 34777 views/ 4 favorites Anklet By: 99_percent_oral Although there is significant disagreement about whether or not a woman wearing ankle jewelry is sending out messages of sexual availability, it is common knowledge that some women do wear them for that purpose. Besides, it looks so sexy and draws attention to the legs of any woman confident enough to wear one. My wife Ginny is such a woman. A distance runner since junior high school, she has those beautifully muscled runner's legs. Although she is only 5'4", her long legs give the appearance of being taller. Her breasts are a medium "C" and can be either wrapped tightly for road running or enhanced with the right bra to display a "D" cleavage. At forty, for reasons beyond the scope of this story, Ginny began seeing much younger men. I suggested she get an ankle bracelet to wear on her dates. When we went shopping, we deliberately looked for jewelry stores where young male sales staff might be persuaded to help her try on different styles of chains. Dressed stylishly yet provocatively, Ginny would place her stocking clad foot in stiletto heeled shoes on a chair seat or other elevated surface where the young stud could attach the jewelry to her ankle. I usually pretended to look at other selections while the guy had access to my wife's leg. It was incredible how erotic these shopping expeditions proved to be. Ginny is a great cock tease and she played her part uncommonly well, moving her leg to different positions, hiking an already too short skirt even higher, often exposing her stocking tops. She'd ask my opinion and also the salesman's. She'd deliberately dismiss my evaluations while gushing at the younger man's. Her objective was to give the guy an erection and she almost always succeeded. Our expeditions proved very arousing. We realized we were engaged in an activity to assist my wife in attracting young strangers. The hot sex we had after we got home was always incredible. One time she performed what we've come to think of as her ultimate tease. We had thought about and discussed it for a while. What we needed was a deserted jewelry store, preferably near closing time when other customers were unlikely to disturb things with a good-looking, eager, young stud attending the store by himself. That proved difficult to achieve, as young guys were not often permitted to close up jewelry stores. However, late one cold, rainy, winter's evening we found our store and our guy in a nearly deserted strip mall. Ginny nearly chickened out when we saw the kid was still in high school - he was studying for his SATs when we entered. "Still in high school, huh?" Ginny asked. "Yeah," the kid sighed before adding more brightly, "Graduating in a couple of months though." "Here by yourself?" my wife asked, wanting to make sure nobody was about to stumble out from the back. "Tonight I am." "Are you even old enough to do that?" "It's not like I'm selling liquor or anything. According to the state I'm an adult so I suppose that's old enough." After getting over her initial hesitation, Ginny had the boy show her the different kinds of anklets the store carried. She lifted her leg onto a low stool and asked the young salesman if he would hook the clasp around her ankle. She could see she was giving the kid a boner as he helped her on with several selections. While they were examining how one anklet looked, I casually remarked, "You know, you're supposed to wear that under your stocking, not over it." That was her signal. "Could you take it off?" she asked the kid in her sweetest little girl voice. I went back to my faux examinations of the other chains while the kid removed the anklet. "My shoe too," she said smiling sweetly. With the kid watching intently and her foot still on the shop stool, Ginny slid her skirt above her stocking tops and unfastened the stocking from the garter. Neither too slowly nor too hastily, she rolled her stocking sexily down her silky smooth leg and off her foot. "OK, let's try it again." Now the kid was fastening the chain against her bare skin. When he was finished, Ginny slid the stocking up her leg and re-fastened it to her garter belt. Standing up on the stool, she called me over, unnecessarily hiking up a skirt that was already as far from her ankle as even immodest decorum permitted, and asked me what I thought. Not satisfied with my evaluation, she asked the young man. "What do you think, sweetie?" she asked him as I wandered a few feet away. The boy was trying desperately, but unsuccessfully to conceal a hard on so painful he couldn't speak. Holding out her hand, she waited for him to help her down. With her anklet-clad foot back on the stool seat, Ginny leaned over and said, "Don't be embarrassed, gorgeous, everybody knows it's got a mind of its own at your age." With that she glanced down at his crotch so he would make no mistake about that to which she referred. When she looked into his eyes again, she gave him a deliberate wink. Then, she proceeded to do it all in reverse as she hiked up her skirt, took off her stocking so he could get the anklet off, and back on with the stocking. When she slid her stocking on for the last time she pulled her skirt up almost showing her panties. "Would you be a dear?" she asked him. "I really can't see what I'm doing that well. Do you know how to attach the stocking?" The kid gulped. "I guess so," was all he could muster. Reaching out, he grasped the top of her stocking and the garter strap. His hands shook as they brushed against her bare, warm, upper thigh – maybe even the panty itself. His struggles caused excessive skin-to-skin contact, enflaming my wife but eventually he accomplished his erotic task. When he finished, Ginny kissed his cheek. "Thank you so much, you're such a sweetie," she gushed at the boner bound boy. Once outside, we practically raced to the car. Ginny slid her hand into my lap and squeezed the hard on lurking there. "Did you enjoy seeing a teenager touching you wife?" she asked rhetorically, pinching my phallus again. "Want to know what he felt?" Ginny spread her legs and pulled the back of my hand against the soaking gusset of her panties. "Do you think he could feel how wet I was?" I made a noncommital grunt. Like the kid studying for his college entrance test, I was having trouble speaking. Ginny lifted her hips off the seat and slid her panties off. "Maybe you can feel now," she said, rubbing the panties, warm pussy juices side out, against my cheek, under my nose, and across my lips. I moaned, letting my tongue loll out so she could brush her juicy panties along it. As I drove away, she rested her back against the passenger side door and put her left foot on the seat. I could see her naked pussy as she stroked herself and told me of the excitement she felt over what she'd done. Ginny fingered herself to orgasm while telling me how many times she flashed him her panties and how his soft hands drove her crazy as he attached her stocking top to the garter. Ginny owns an anklet now, but we still go shopping sometimes. Unfortunately, we've never managed to repeat our performance with the high school kid, but the memory is still strong and she strings her fantasies over it like lights on a Christmas tree. In some she isn't wearing panties at all, but the best are those where she slips to her knees and sucks his climax from him. Anklet Laws In ancient Egypt and other cultures, women often adorned anklets as a symbol of enslavement or possession by another man. It meant their bodies were available to be used by the man at his desire. Anyone seeing a woman with an anklet would know she belonged to another. In ancient Rome, there was a period of time when Roman wives were to wear a veil that was symbolic of two opposite commitments: 1) her sexual fidelity to her husband and no other, and, 2) his freedom to explore sexual relations with others as he pleased. In some of the more extreme cases, a ceremony on the wedding night in which an orator would state to the bride that, while the husband loved his wife, he would be using other women at times for his sexual gratification. The men would at times go so far as to enjoy the pleasures of other women at large feasts, with their wives present. Not surprisingly, a period arose in Roman history when women rebelled against this discriminatory practice. These women essentially reversed the roles, often pleasuring themselves and pleasuring other men as their humiliated servant-husbands looked on. These two ancient customs impact the story of my wife and I... - - - - - - - - - Ever since watching the movie "Tommy" as a young man, seeing the "acid Queen" (Tina Turner) dance out on stage with her sensual legs and high heels, men groveling before her, I have been drawn to various forms of female domination. Seeing a woman in heels and hose (especially black or tan) still drives me wild. It was not something I revealed to anyone until I started dating my wife, Melissa. I didn't fully reveal my fantasies but during our dating years I began to tell her how much I loved her entire body – including her beautiful feet with their painted toenails. She enjoyed my expressing my foot fetish and would allow me to "get off" while kissing her foot or rubbing my hard-on under my jeans. An unusual form of "dry humping" I must admit, but one that thrilled me as I imagined my enslavement to her. Move ahead to a few years into our marriage. Like many married couples we struggled sexually, with my desires not matching hers. There were times when I would purchase a skin mag and masturbate, fantasizing about being dominated by some hot babe. She caught me a time or two and, needless to say, went through the roof. It put a great strain on our relationship, and she felt betrayed. That is, until one evening in bed she indicated that she wouldn't mind it on occasion if I needed to fantasize about a woman. Not anyone we knew, but someone who would not be a realistic fantasy, like a movie star or entertainer (at the time, she knew I was awfully hot for Madonna). She also revealed that on occasion she would fantasize about past boyfriends. Wow! That was a revelation. But, it turned me on to think of her dreaming of another man. That night (we were out of town spending the night at a friends house), I massaged her clit to orgasm as she fantasized about a former boyfriend. After her orgasm, I stroked myself to orgasm and imagined, not myself with Madonna, but my wife with her boyfriend! This incident, and similar ones that would follow, opened the door to my revealing to her my desires to be dominated. Rather than tell her outright, I was too embarrassed, I would purchase some of the Penthouse Letters magazines. We would share these and I would ask her to read some that looked interesting to me (they were the female domination ones). Gradually I revealed to her my desire to be dominated and we even started acting this out – she was not altogether into it, but enjoyed the fact that it really thrilled me. I purchased clothing for her and She would dress in black stockings, high heeled red pumps, a luscious leather teddy that was braless, etc. She looked stunning with these items covering her 5'7, 135 lb body with her 36d breasts. She has great calves and sensually shaped legs with a hot, thick butt. During the course of various domination sessions, I usually was the one who would arrange the outline of the scenario even though I was the one being dominated, I gradually introduced the idea of her playing with her boyfriends. Over the course of the same time period, she gradually revealed to me her past escapades with other boys. How many she dry humped, some who felt her up through her jeans or sweats (She never actually fucked anyone before our marriage). She was turning the tables on me. She would often fantasize of past scenes with her boyfriends, imagining them going even further with her, as I brought her to orgasm with my tongue or fingers. Or, as she brought herself off with her dildo. I vividly remember one incident in which she humped her dildo and had an incredible orgasm, whimpering and almost crying with pleasure, while I, as her slave, knelt before her, watching her and massaging and kissing her feet, stroking myself. She described her fantasy that she was with one of her ex-boyfriends and they were fucking in front of me; she knew she shouldn't let him cum inside her, but she couldn't resist it and he wasn't about to let her go – and he did cum (in her mind) and that brought her off. I don't think I have ever exploded so far during an orgasm before or since. I didn't know it at the time, but that was the beginning of my transformation from a part-time sexual submissive, to a full-fledged cuckold. We would often fantasize about her with other men (she has informed me countless times that I am no longer permitted to even think about myself and another woman – unless it is her idea). She also works in the legal field and is often around several nice looking, virile, young attorneys who like to flirt with my sensual wife, now in her mid 30's. We would share fantasies of us going to a bar, my sitting away from her, watching her being hit on and flirting with other men. The fantasies would lead in all directions, from her going to his car, to our car, to a hotel room, to our home with me driving – the whole gambit. These types of fantasies dominated my sexual thoughts. Still, she was from a conservative background and I never imagined she would do anything. A couple of times we did go to bars and let her flirt with men, saying she was waiting on a man but that he was very late and then after 30 – 45 minutes of flirtation, etc. I would show (just as a date, not her husband) and be humiliated – she would sometimes say, "Well, I promised I'd go out with you tonight, but these awfully nice men were very entertaining and I'm getting their phone numbers..." Of course, she wouldn't call. Then came the day I gave her the anklet. The anklet is used by some today to indicate that a wife is a "hot wife." (i.e., she is looking for other men to fool around with, with her 'cuckold' husband's permission). Not all do this, but there are many couples who use this as a fun symbol. This idea really appealed to me and I gave one to my wife with a "fantasy" Law that I wrote up – The "Law of the Anklet" read: "While in Ancient times the anklet symbolized a woman's sexual commitment to and possession by another, this anklet, when adorned by a wife, is symbolic of her total freedom to explore any and all sexual relationships with anyone she desires. It not only symbolizes her freedom to do so, but her desire to do so when she adorns it. It is also symbolic for her husband. He must not only accept his wife's freedom to explore all forms of sexual pleasure with others when she adorns the anklet, he must long for and desire her exploration with others. When he sees the anklet on her, his passion, his desire, all his sexual fulfillment will be fulfilled only when she is with another man. As for him, his commitment is to her, regardless of what she does or with whom she does it! The husband and wife will demonstrate their complete commitment to the law of the anklet with a special ceremony. She, wearing a sensual pair of heels to express her dominance over him, will hand him the anklet as a sign that she is willing and desires to engage in sexual activities with others. He will show his acceptance and submission to the law by voluntarily placing the anklet on her right ankle, then sucking the heel of her shoe, and declaring, "I submit to the law of the anklet and I long for you to find pleasure with others. Your pleasure with them is my pleasure." From that point on, she may freely choose to adorn the anklet or not. The moment she places it on her (or she may ask him to do so), the law is invoked." I gave her the anklet in a box with the "law" inside the box. It was before a night of "fantasy sex" as we often refer to it, and I entered the shower while she lounged on our bed in a sensual outfit. When I came out of the shower, she had the anklet in hand and a smile on her face – she was very excited. She said the "law" made her wet and handed me the anklet. I went through with it, expressing my commitment to her. I sort of assumed she would consider this just part of the fantasy. But, she asked me, "Are you really serious... you are really willing to let me do that?" I could tell by the tone of anticipatory excitement in her voice that she was viewing it as more than fantasy. I answered her with a simple, "yes." "Oh, that makes me so hot... you are such a good husband... er, should I say 'slave'!" She quickly put on a sleeping "blindfold" and proceeded to ask one of her lawyer friends to ravish her body in front of her husband (I played the role of the lawyer). She had a wild orgasm while I fucked her and talked to her about how wet she was for "me" (that is, her lawyer friend, Jeremy was his name), in front of her husband. When she came she was shouting his name, begging him to fuck her faster and harder and fill her deeper than her husband! That night she had two orgasms (a rarity) and both were for Jeremy, she was his slut. Reality arrived a few weeks later. It was a Friday evening, about 6:30 p.m. The kids had gone to spend the night at their friends house and Melissa had told me to be ready for a fun evening. She had worn her anklet to work that day (as she had done a couple of times – just to tease me about her doing wild things with other men – but, she said that she never did anything). I was horny already from her wearing the anklet that day. She had put it on the outside of some dark hose and had asked me to kiss her foot before she left for work and express my commitment to the law! She left saying, "we'll have some hot fun tonight!" I had trouble keeping a hard on down all day and it was a struggle to not jack off! I sat watching TV when she walked in. Usually on Friday's she got off work around 4:30 and I had expected her a lot sooner. She looked a bit disheveled, but was very hot as she kissed me on the lips and asked if I was ready for the "thrill of a lifetime." Of course I was – I would have done anything for her at that point – she looked so sensual. She went to the bedroom and returned with a different set of shoes (her very sexy red pumps – she doesn't wear them at work b/c they are a bit too "slutty" for her office – though she really would like to!). She slipped her silky black dress off and revealed that she had worn a half-cup bra, nipples uncovered, to work that day! I thought I had noticed her nipples looking extremely hot through the dress, but that was wild. My cock "leapt" at the site. "Wow!" was all I could say. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my thickening, growing cock and began lightly stroking it. She loves for me to look at her and stroke myself – to see that she is really turning me on. Then, she lifted her leg up onto one arm of the easy chair in which I was sitting and revealed that she was wearing her black stockings that we had torn the crotch out of a couple of months earlier, for one of our fantasy scenes. What was amazing was not that she was wearing them, but the fact that she didn't wear any panties! I was blown away by her daring sensuality! She knew that I had often fantasized about her going to work like that and knew it would drive me wild. I could have cum within less than a minute had I continued stroking! She sensually danced for me, touching the anklet seductively, with a knowing glance, pointing out what we both wanted more than anything. She asked me, "How badly do you want to see me with another man right now?" "Desperately!" I replied in longing, breathless voice. "Mmmm," she muttered, "Don't you just want to see me fuck another man right here on the floor tonight?" "Oh yes, yes, I do," I weakly uttered. She kept cajoling me, teasing me with the thought, making me beg for it – indeed I wanted to see her with another man more than anything at that moment and told her such. All this took only about 10-15 minutes from the time she arrived home (later she told me she had planned the timing). About five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Before I could say anything she said, "I'll get it and just hide myself behind the door – that will be kind of wild!" I quickly zipped my pants and sat there waiting for her to get rid of whoever was there. It was her lawyer friend, Jeremy! "Oh, hi, Jeremy! Great to see you! You know John don't you?" She said as he peered through the open door, her standing behind it and pointing to me. She then invited him in! My jaw dropped to my lap! He walked into the living room and she shut & locked the door. Then she walked up beside him and put her arm on his shoulder. She quickly explained how she had been flirting with Jeremy ever since the anklet incident and he had been asking her out. A few days prior, he asked her about the anklet and told her he had heard about how it symbolized different things to different people and was wondering if it symbolized anything to her? I guess she had an idea that he would be "cool" about things and she told him what it meant! He was not only cool about it, but expressed his intense interest in participating! It turned out, that he had a past experience with a couple when he was in college and wanted to do it again! She had planned the evening since that day. They had gone out for a couple of drinks after work (thus, the reason for her late arrival) and while they were in the bar they had made out with each other and that she even let him have a few subtle touches! My heart was pounding with anticipation, excitement and fear. The reality was so heavy. "Do you still want it to happen, John?" Melissa asked. What could I say? Here was a good looking, tan young man with dark hair and my wife with her sensual body was ready to attack him! More than that, I wanted to see it. I couldn't deny what I had always wanted. "Please, I beg you to let it happen. I will comply with the Anklet law!" At that I unzipped my pants and revealed my throbbing hard on! "That's good honey – you just relax and enjoy yourself but don't cum until you are allowed to!" Melissa said, with a somewhat dominant tone and she kissed me on the lips. She then sauntered to the stereo to put on some music, then over to Jeremy and began to dance with him. I never could dance, though she always wanted to, but he obviously could and now they were going at it in the living room as I watched. She strattled his leg and slid her crotch up and down against it as his hands held her side. It was a wild sensual dance. Soon his hands flowed across her breasts and she sighed. They were kissing and he was massaging her breasts to her moans. She ran her hands across his crotch to louder moans and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor revealing a pair of those tight underwear with the short length legs. He had a huge bulge within. She then slid his hand down her body, as she kissed him deeply on the lips. She spread herself and let him feel her open crotch – this time he moaned. He pulled his lips away and looked into her eyes with fire burning between them! As his hand caressed her clit he said, "I can't believe how wet you are for me! So wet for another man, right in front of your husband!" "Ohhh," she sighed and closed her eyes – that talk drove her wild with desire! She grabbed either side of his underwear and slid them down his legs and she went down with them, kneeling before his engorged cock! It stuck straight out and was amazingly straight (mine has a curve), as well as fairly thick and long! She began to kiss it and gently massage and stroke it. He gently held his hand on the back of her head, showing he was in control – she was his and was giving her mouth to him! They both were moaning and sighing aloud as she kissed his cock, moving it all over her face. She couldn't get enough of it! She wanted it to touch every inch of her face and kept pressing against it, kissing his balls, telling him how hot his cock made her and how "totally gorgeous" it was! She glanced at me and called me up to them. I walked over and she held both our cocks close together. He was obviously much longer and slightly thicker. I am about 6.5 inches so he had to be nine inches. As she tongued his cock and kissed it, she looked at me and said, "you know how hot this will be when I feel him inside me, don't you? You know how much I love to be stretched and filled!" And I knew. She loves that aspect – is enamored with it! A lot of women don't care about size, I know, but she loves it! She loves the feel of her large dildo inside her, but it's not the same as a real man! Now, she had her real man! She motioned me back to the chair and returned her full attention to his cock. The eroticism in the room at that point was beyond belief! I've never seen my wife, or any woman, so completely enamored and so hot to give herself to another man! He seemed just as thrilled. "I'm sorry," she said to him, as she hungrily attacked his cock, "but I can't get enough of you and your delicious cock! I've never wanted anything so badly... I don't think I've ever been this turned on; I could cum in seconds!" That drove me wild and I had to stop stroking myself to keep from cumming. She looked up at him and begged, "Please, Jeremy, fuck me! Fill me with your wonderful cock, let my pussy make you cum and give me all your luscious meat and seed!" (I think she was so expressive for my sake – I love to know what is in her mind, and she was telling me). He moved to the couch and sat down. She straddled him, but just rubbed her pussy against his long hard flesh as he massaged her protruding nipples and took turns sucking on each one. "I need you inside me, but can he help me?" She said, nodding to me, as her hips gyrated, rubbing her pussy all over his shaft. "Yeh, sure, that would be hot to make your husband insert me into you!" She nodded again and I was there in a flash, my hands reached first to her lips between her legs and I spread them – she was soaking wet! I timidly grabbed his cock as he closed his eyes and thrust his hips slowly upward. She rose up to get to the tip of his cock and I slowly inserted the head. She stopped me right there and grabbed the back of my hair, ordering, "kiss my clit, kiss it and suck it – eat me while he slides into me and fulfills me! I want you to eat our fucking, and kiss my clit while I'm being filled!" She pulled my head over – it was an awkward position, but I held myself with one arm as my mouth sucked on her wet clit and I felt his cock brush against the side of my face sliding into her pussy. She held my head there as her pussy moved down closer and closer to his pelvis. She was going up and down, slowly so that he could thrust deeper each time, attaching more moisture to his huge hard on! It was too hard for me to stay on her clit as she pressed toward his pelvis and I slowly pulled away, which was fine with her. She had her humiliation of me, knowing too that it was a thrill I had fantasized about for some time! She then gave all her attention to him and his cock. When she is ready and gets on top of a man, she doesn't take long to go wild! She wanted to savor the feeling however. Anklet Laws He looked into her eyes and said, "No man has ever been this deep in you has he?" "No," she said, "no man has had me but my husband until you!" "I'm touching a part of you that he will never have – it's MY territory... a part of you I own and will always own!" He seductively added. "Yes, Jeremy, it's yours! Right now, my whole body is yours, all yours, but you are right, that is a part of me you alone have – I was a virgin in that deepest part of my body and now it is yours and yours alone... Oh, Jeremy..." She was breathless and began to hump recklessly on his cock, shouting his name over and over as she came in one wild wave after another, "Jeremy! Jeremy! Yes, Yes, I am yours! Fuck me... Oh yes.... Oh..." her voice was loud and high pitched and whimpering. I've never seen such an orgasm! It lasted at least twice the time of ours and she seemed in an almost drug-like state. "Oh... never in my life...." Her voice trailed off as her head bobbed with her eyes closed, she was spent on his cock as he continued to suck her tits and hold her hips down on him with his strong, tan hands. She just kept rocking against him, muttering small sounds, her mouth gaping wide in total pleasure. He gently leaned her back toward the floor, holding his cock in her, letting her hands fall behind her and deftly moved with her (he had to be strong and agile to do this) and let her fall to her back on the floor as he moved over on top of her. Now he was ready to take her. He held himself above her with his muscular arms and began thrusting, way out and then deep inside. It drove her wild. "Yes, Jeremy, take me! Fill me with your cum... oh... oh... yes, make me cum again with you... oh my... oh..." She could hardly get the words out as he rammed all the way into her. Soon he couldn't hold back and began muttering a breathless, "yes... yes... cum with me baby... show me your mine... I want to make you mine tonight... yes... oh, YES..." And she shouted, "YES!" As another wave of orgasm overwhelmed her body in unfathomable pleasure while he came at the same time, filling her with all his manhood! They came together and they kissed each other over and over as their orgasms subsided. I sat in stunned silence at what was the most erotic scene I have ever witnessed! A few minutes later, he was off of her and walking to our bathroom to shower off – for what would be more action later on. She called me over to her and thanked me for letting her have such a thrill. I told her it was as thrilling for me as anything I had ever experienced and she smiled and said, "well, you aren't through yet... there's more for you... eat my pussy some more!" She pushed my head down to between her legs again and had me tongue and slurp and taste their love juices. Chills ran over my body as I tasted their juices mixed together, knowing I was tasting and drinking both of them! When she felt that I had had enough and her pussy couldn't take the attention any more (too much attention often makes her sore), she got in the shower with Jeremy and they cleaned one another while I fixed some drinks and snacks. I waited in the living room as she told me and after about 20 minutes they came out of the bedroom together, she with a G-string and her red pumps on, he with just a pair of underwear. He sat down and began to enjoy the snacks on the couch and she walked over to me, telling me not to worry, that I would eventually get to cum, but that she had more thrills in store for me. She raised her right foot up onto my leg, the heel pressing into me, and she looked so hot! My cock was still out and I was playing with it (which she enjoyed watching). She asked me if I noticed anything and tapped her shoe a little. I looked down and noticed it. "Is that another anklet?" "Yes, how observant of you!" She chuckled. "What's it for?" I asked. "You better slow down on that stroking, or you might cum when you hear what it symbolizes!" She replied. "When Jeremy found out about the meaning of my anklet and knew he had a date with me tonight, he bought this one. Just the anklet you gave me symbolizes my freedom to enjoy sexual pleasure with whomever I desire and you will find pleasure in that, he offered me this anklet as a symbol, not of freedom, but of Jeremy's POSSESSION OF ME!" She emphatically declared. It literally took the breath out of me! Yet, it thrilled me as well, as she knew it would. "Oh, that's so hot" I breathlessly declared. "I know it is," she continued, "As long as I wear it, my body belongs to him – it is for his pleasure and I will find my sexual pleasure only from him. I'm his right now. In fact, you are not allowed to touch me without his permission, as long as I have the anklet on. I can take it off any time, but I like having it on me. Don't you?" Of course I agreed. It was so erotic! "What's that pendant attached to it?" "Oh, that. That's important as well. That represents how many times Jeremy has conquered my body, taken me to be his. Either by fucking me or making me service him orally or just exploding his hot cum on my body. That's why there's just one, right now. But, I want several to be on there, and I know both of you boys do also! In fact, we may have to get extra anklets!" (By the next morning, there would be three hanging from the anklet – By the following Friday, after a late Tuesday encounter at our house and a couple of long lunches they would take, there would be seven and she would be sending me out to purchase a few more!). After all that she walked over to Jeremy, quickly got on her knees and pulled his pleasure tool out of his underwear, it was once again hard. She immediately began sucking it and telling him how badly she wanted his cum in her mouth before. She stroked his cock and sucked it and licked it like it was a delicacy. She told him how she had never before swallowed cum (the truth) and that she had only had my cum in her mouth once (also true), but that she was too enamored with him NOT to swallow him. She wanted him to be the first, since, after all, she was his! She looked over at me, "Come here and give me a kiss before I swallow him!" I moved and knelt beside her, she was holding his long shaft in her hand letting the tip of his cock rub all over her lips and the side of her face and kept pulling me closer and closer to her face. She pulled away from his cock just a little and kissed me, a deep, liquid French kiss. I felt her pressing his cock against her face and moving it around as she kissed me. Our eyes opened and stared into each others, tongues intertwining... when she slid his shaft right between our lips. I instinctively pulled away (though it was erotic), but she had held the back of my head with her left hand and pressed me back to her saying, "Kiss me, keep kissing me, no matter what – show me how badly you love my lips and tongue that you will kiss me regardless of the circumstances!" I kissed her and again she slid the head of his very warm cock between our lips. It was amazing. Our tongues continued to intertwine and the head of his cock kept sliding between them. He didn't seem to care – I suspected and found out later that she had already talked with him about this and he was game for it. I was lost in passion for her and there was too much sexual abandonment within me to relent or even think about what was going on. She held my head away for a moment, his cock against her face. "Did his cum taste good when you ate it out of my, or should I say, his pussy?" I hesitated... "Tell him, I know what the answer is, tell him to his face, look at him, I demand it!" She firmly stated. "It tasted good, Jeremy." "Thank him!"... "Thank you." "You should thank him for the pleasure he gave me also, why don't you thank him and then kiss his cock?" I couldn't resist her cajoling. I thanked him and kissed his cock as she held it out for me. She grabbed my head and slid it into my mouth a time or two then pulled me away. "Now I will show him how thankful I am" and she proceeded to suck him while I knelt there, with my hard cock in my hand. She let him take her head in both his hands and thrust himself into her as one hand stroked the base. He was really getting turned on by now and soon he released himself completely! I watched her Adam's apple contract several times, witnessing her swallow his cum – a man's cum for the first time. This too gave me chills. My wife's virgin throat was no more. It was Jeremy's now! (It still is and she plans for it to remain that way for the time being!) She couldn't get it all, despite her abandonment to let it flow down her throat, something she had to be committed to completely to let it happen without gagging. A couple of streams flowed out on her lips and chin. She moved off his cock and pulled me to her, again kissing me deeply as I tasted his pungent saltiness on her mouth. "Mmmm," She said as she separated our kiss, "that's the kind of pleasure I enjoy – a hot cock on a stud that I can't get enough of (she kissed his softened cock again) and being able to share the taste and experience with my husband! What more could I ask for?" The next morning and the rest of the week will have to be reserved for the next installment... Anklet of Power Rebecca had always had trouble with her weight. She had a beautiful face, but had always been a bit chunky or meaty. That had always plagued her confidence her entire life. I never cared that she was heavy, but I truly wish she was more outgoing sexually and not so mousy. Becky, as I liked to call her, participated in recreational sports all her adult life and had great athletic endurance. Her weakness was that she just couldn't say no to the sweets. It was during another diet attempt that a chance for my long-held fantasy to happen finally came about. Becky was in a weight-loss program that her work was sponsoring. They were covering many strategies to overcome the triggers for excessive snacking and one that interested her was hypnotism. She explained that she could get a good hypnotist to program her to identify her weaknesses that trigger her to snack and then re-program how she responds. She felt like she might finally have some success if that could happen. Maybe the hypnotist could turn my wife into the slut I dreamed of. That was the dirty thought that immediately crossed my mind. I was about to jokingly say it out loud, but then waited and thought about if I could actually make that happen. Hmmm. "I'm sure it's not cheap," she admitted knowing that money was tight for us. "Y'know... It doesn't sound like a bad idea, honey. Let me look up some people and check their credentials. If I see someone we can trust, I'll see what's involved. I wasted no time. The plan was hatched; I just needed to make it happen. Finding a list of local hypnotists was easy thanks to google, but knowing what was what and who to trust... yikes. After making a few calls though, there was one fellow that sounded easy going enough on the phone and invited me to come talk further about it at his office. "So you want your wife to lose weight?" He asked. "Actually, I really don't care about her weight, but she really wants to lose weight. I really wish she was more confident... more outgoing. More..." I paused. "More what?" "More sexual." I let the words hang there. "How so?" He asked with a tiniest of smiles. "In bed? In public?" "Yes and yes." I nervously told this stranger. "I wish she was much more domineering in bed, I want her to take control. I wish she showed off her body more too. But my real secret fantasy, the one my wife will sometimes role-play with me if she's in rare form, is for me to watch her with other men. Bigger men." "So you two have discussed this?" "Well not exactly, she knows it's my fantasy but like I said she's pretty shy in general. She'd never really do it." "Well I have to admit, you are actually not the first to ask this of me. But I don't know how ethical it is and if I could be OK with it. I knew what he was getting at, this is where he wants to know what's in it for him. I had to go all in, I didn't want to haggle. "I got $1000 cash right here that says you're ok with this. In fact, it says you're going to make my sweetie do things I've only dreamed of and she's going to love it." The hypnotist stared at me, letting the proposition hang. Finally he smiled. This is in addition to my normal fees for the dieting program. Make an appointment for her with my secretary on the way out. I hope you know what you're in for. There's no going back. We can program a word or phrase to return her to normal, but if she truly enjoys what she experiences it may be irreversible. That's my final warning, she comes here a nice girl, she's going to leave a slut, for real. Do you understand me?" He was being very direct and foreboding. "That's what I'm hoping for, sir." "Very well." "Good, now you are going to go buy her an anklet. It's like a bracelet but it goes on her leg above her ankle. I'm going to program her so that when she puts that on she will transform her personality to what you think it is that you want." The plan was all set. I made an appointment for Rebecca and while she was at it, I went shopping for an anklet in the jewelry district. I wanted something dainty and classy, but also something that would let some guys know she's ready to open up. The hypnotist knew what I wanted when he came up with the anklet idea. Anklets have long been a signal for hotwives and cuckoldry. A spade, especially with a 'Q' on it signifies a wife that's into black guys. I've seen anklets with "HW" for Hotwife as well as "BBC" and "MMF." I never thought I would actually be getting one for her. Becky didn't really know about these things and I didn't want it to be too overt, so I opted for a subtle little gold anklet with no tags on it. Staring at it, I felt like I had a gun in my hands. It was quite powerful. I could not wait to put this on my wife's leg to see what would happen. When I got home I found Becky doing the dishes in the kitchen. She heard me come in, turned the faucet off and spun around to face me. "Hey Honey! How did the appointment go?" "I thought it went very well. We'll see though, huh?" She said as she dried her hands on a dishtowel. "I'm excited about it, I hope it works, thanks so much for setting it up for me. I know it wasn't cheap. It's funny I remember us talking and being there the whole time, but I swear I don't know most of what we talked about. I remember him warning me at the start that that's how it would feel to me. Anyway, if it can keep me from running to the fridge all the time I'll be a lot happier." "Don't worry about the money, it's OK baby, I really want you to be happy. " After a few seconds I let out my surprise. "So I got you something to help celebrate this new effort." I pulled out the little jewelry box and handed it to her. "What's this? You didn't need to do that? That's so sweet!" She opened it. "It's an anklet. I knew you didn't have one." "Ooh, it's pretty, can you put it on me." "Sure" I said, "Maybe you can wear it out tonight? We should go out huh?" "That's a good idea!" She agreed as she leaned back against the counter to raise her leg up for me. My hands we're actually trembling a little, I was so excited to follow through with this. I put the anklet around her and clasped it. She dropped her leg and admired it, twisting her ankle around to model the new accessory. Suddenly she had a bold new tone in her voice, "Yes, we haven't had a good night out in a while. I think that's exactly what's needed. I'm going to go buy something sexy to wear that shows off this anklet, OK honey? Finish these dishes for me and I'll be back in a little while so we can get ready. Pick a place, something fun, I feel like letting loose, nothing too stuffy, you know what I mean?" Who the hell was this woman that looked exactly like my wife Rebecca? I mean she has never been so bold as to say anything like that before. Do the dishes for her? What? I was stunned and also horny as hell. Too stunned to even react, I just said, "Sounds great, baby, see you soon." I was a good boy and did as I was told. The dishes were done and I was on the Internet looking for a place to take her tonight. It took nearly the entire time that Becky was out for me to find something, but eventually after reading though all sorts of lewd local ads, forums and reviews I found place that was known to be a "Cougar Bar," a place where middle-aged woman would routinely hook-up with younger guys. Rebecca came home with a few shopping bags. She immediately asked, "You found a place?" "Yup!" I grinned. "Good. I've been feeling so excited about this new diet effort I don't know what's come over me but I'm in the mood to party tonight baby. I'm going to go take a bath and get myself fresh. I want you to come up in a few minutes and shave my pussy for me, OK? I could do it myself, but I feel like making you do it and watching. OK baby? I don't know why, but it's just turning me on right now thinking about that." "Uh huh." Was all I could mutter I was in such shock. "Cool. See you in a few." And she dashed up the stairs with her shopping bags. Holy shit! The transformation was so obvious. I can't believe this is really the same person! I listened intently for the bath water to come on and then off. That was my cue to go upstairs and get to work. As I was wiping off the last of the excess shaving cream, Becky admired my handy-work. "Good job, baby. I know how you like a clean-shaved pussy, ha ha. Hmmm... do most men like a clean-shaved pussy?" She was teasing me and she knew it. She knows what secretly turns me on, but usually she never gets into it for me until we are deep into the act of sex. "Mmm. You know guys would love this shaved pussy." I said, daring her to say more. "Baby, you know how you always want me to role-play your cuckold fantasies with you? How would you like me to tease you a bit tonight while we're out? I bet if you left me alone at the bar I could get someone to pick me up. You know, just to tease you a bit, see what happens." This was getting my cock raging hard. I buried my face into her freshly-shaven pussy. She grabbed the back of my hair and mashed me hard against her. "Is that what you want? You want me to get picked up by a stranger at a bar?" She said as I tongued her up and down faster in agreement. "Good my little cuckold, I want to find a nice big cock to play with. You like that?" I was eating her so fast she came right on my face. I then went to undo my pants and Rebecca said, "Oh no. You are last in line tonight. And if you don't do what I want you are not even in the line at all, you got it? Now get out of here and let me finish my bath. Check out the stuff I bought, the bags are on the bed. I want you to pick out the bra, panties and dress for me that are going to get me the biggest cock in the bar, you got it?" Oh. My. God. I was being severely owned. My shy wife was quite the bitch all of sudden, but it's the type of bitchiness that I was hoping for. I couldn't believe this hypnotism thing was working! After deciding that the outfit I picked out was sufficiently suggestive we were on our way. Rebecca had a matching black thong and half-bra on under a short little skater dress. The dress and half-bra showed off her 38DD boobs very well. It would be hard for any man to look away. The skater dress flared out and showed off a lot of leg. Her black heels showed off the anklet nicely. The bar seemed crowded from the outside for a Thursday night. I parked in the back of the parking lot and we walked in together. I was staring at her anklet the whole time, giddy as hell. Inside we got a table for two, but just as I was sitting down, Becky leaned over and kissed me and whispered in my ear, "You stay here sweetie, make sure you have a good view. I'm going to get a drink at the bar." She strode right up to the bar and grabbed a stool. The bartender was a tall man that came right over and I assumed was asking her drink order. He returned with a Amaretto Sour, Rebecca's favorite cocktail. After a minute or two a burly looking dude with jeans and a flannel shirt came over to her. He had a pool stick in his hand and was asking Becky something. She was flirting back at him, putting her hand on his leg while they talked. She leaned in and said something to him. I could see him staring right down her dress right at her tits. She noticed too, and starting slowly moving her hand up and down the pool stick. My cock was so hard watching this. I've never seen her ever do anything like this before. Distracted by my wife and her suitor, I didn't even notice the waitress that came up to my table. "Do you need a minute more?" She asked. "Oh sorry, No, what's on tap?" I asked. She listed off the house brews and I ordered a pint. As soon as the waitress turned around I was looking for Becky. Not at the bar I scanned the room, she was over with that guy playing pool. Whenever she bent over he and a few others would all get a good eyeful of cleavage. I could see some of the dudes in the billiard area laughing to each other and looking Becky's way. Some fat jokes no doubt, but with those 38DD's falling out of her bra and dress even the most discriminating of guys had to keep looking. Meanwhile, her playmate was leaning up against her trying to guide her shot. I couldn't be certain, but it seemed like she was thrusting herself against him a bit right there against the pool table. My waitress came back with the beer. She asked if my guest was going to order or if she's all set at the bar. I told her we're all set for now and she smiled at me suspiciously. I wonder if she knew what was going on. This place is known for being a cougar bar so it wouldn't surprise me. When I looked up again Rebecca was back at the bar with her phone in her hands. My phone vibrated in my pocket. "That was fun" she was texting me. "Did you see us rubbing?" "I did, what did you think?" "About what?, his pool stick? Lol." The same guy came back over to her at the bar, it looked as though he was ordering a drink. The bartender came back with a bottle of beer and another amaretto sour. Becky put her hand on his thigh and they toasted drinks. The guy kept leaning in and looking down at her chest, Becky was no fool and was playing it up. She grabbed at her dress to adjust her boobs in her bra. She was looking right at his eyes as she did so. The man in the flannel apparently took that as his invitation, putting his hand right on her thigh and squeezed a bit. Becky smiled at him to let him know it was ok. I was so hard I was tugging at myself without even realizing it. Rebecca finished her first drink with a swig and popped up, jiggling her boobs right into the dude's face. She said something to him and she walked off. It looked as though she headed for the bathroom. Her purse, drink and phone were still at the bar. A minute later the man followed in the same direction. Both were gone for quite a while. The waitress came back and asked if I wanted another. I did. A minute or two later she came back with it. There was still no sign of either my wife or her new plaything. Ten minutes went by, I was getting quite anxious, nervously sipping away, I finished the second pint and was feeling a bit buzzed. Finally, Becky came back to the bar. The guy was back at the pool table and his friends were having a good laugh with or at him, but nonetheless the guy seemed happy. "Guess who just sucked a strange dick?" was the text I got from her, she was smiling right at me when I looked up from my phone. I looked back over to the billiard area and I could see that the guy and his friends were leaving. "Holy shit! For Real? You OK?" I texted back. "I'm great!, Sit tight, his cock was OK, nothing to write home about, I'm still horny so lets see what else happens." It was so crazy for her to be sold bold, so into this, so confident. I would never have thought it possible. Just yesterday, anything that happened in this bar so far was only something that she would let me fantasize about, never actually even consider for real. I texted back, "OMG OMG Did he cum? Where?" "Yep. Swallowed that load baby. Didn't want to stain this pretty new dress. Lol!" She was sipping the drink her fellow had bought her when another guy came up to her. He had wavy blond hair and wore a blue polo shirt. I watched as this guy bought her a drink to refresh the close-to-empty glass in her hand. I wondered if she would do the same thing again. And blow this guy too. They were chatting away when this tall, black man came up to them. He patted the white guy on the shoulder and pointed to something over at the other end of the bar. A second later, the white guy was taking his drink and heading over to the other end of the bar. The black man was smiling, pointing to her anklet, and schmoozing right up to her. Already he hand his hand on her thigh and was sliding it up to the edge of her dress. The waitress came back again to the table. "Would you like your check?" "Well, I'm not sure, I might stay for a one more." "You sure?" She snickered, "I don't mean to be rude, but I see the woman you came in with is having a drink with good 'ol Don over there. That usually means she'll be leaving with him soon, Don's got quite the reputation here." "Oh yeah? And what reputation is that?" She laughed. "Well, she won't be disappointed and she might be a bit sore for a while. You know what they say about black guys right. Well if it's size and girth that you two have come looking for Don's your guy. He works this scene pretty hard, he knows what you married folks come here for and he delivers." "You seem to know a lot about Don over there." I quizzed. "Well I've had my fun with him before. Frankly I couldn't handle all of it, but the women that come here for this bar's reputation usually like Don's bbc." "BBC? Girl you are naughty." I was bewildered, this was a waitress I've never met telling about the cock on the guy hitting on my wife right now. "I've been working here for two years, I'm not naughty, I know what goes on here. I should be calling you the naughty perv. Anyway, I didn't speak up to piss you off, just wanted to let you know that your girl will be very happy if she likes it deep." Well, to be honest, I didn't know if she likes it deep. My cock is average, 6". But I've always felt that big-boned frame of Becky's would enjoy a longer and wider cock. Maybe Don might give us the chance to find out. "I'll be back with your check, you guys usually end up leaving after they do." She turned and left. I looked up at Becky and she was in fact leaving with Don. She looked at me and winked. I looked at my phone, she had already texted me, but I guess I didn't notice talking to the waitress. "Going out to his car. He's going to show me his cock." "Send me a pic" I replied smugly. The waitress returned with the check and I settled up. Still waiting to hear I made my way outside the bar. I was looking around trying to figure out which car my wife was viewing this guy's cock in. I was starting to feel conspicuous standing out there, so I just slowly made my way over to my car. I was still trying to find them, but nothing. Once I made it into my car I stared at my phone waiting. "It's big." My phone flashed. I grinned to myself thinking it was all coming together. I was trying to think of what I should respond with when another text came in. "Follow us to his house." Damn, she was getting right into this. I looked out the windshield; across the parking lot a car started up and turned its lights on. It pulled out, passed me. I could see Don and Becky in the front seat. She even waved to me as they went by. I had to step on it, before I lost them, but a short drive later I was pulling into a little condo development. "Wait outside in the car," my phones text messenger commanded me. No way, not fair, I thought I was going to be a part of this. But I couldn't stop this, I didn't want to give any hint of reservation and derail this from happening. So I sat there and waited. Looking back at the phone and re-reading, "It's big." As I was lost in the pain of waiting and wondering, a photo-message appeared. Right there in my hands was a pic of Rebecca's hand around a huge cock. I was typing my amazement when another pic came in. Two hands wrapped around this giant and still enough cock left over to match my length, but still much wider. This guy had to be like 12 inches long. Hot damn! That's a lot of cock. I was a little scared for her, but there was no denying how hot I thought it was. I was playing with myself through my pants in the car. Finally I stopped long enough to text back, "That is crazy-big honey! Have fun with it!" As I continued to stare at these photos I couldn't help realizing that if she had both hands on his cock, then Don must be holding her phone. As if I needed confirmation of this, another pic-msg came in... "She seems to like sucking my cock. -Don" followed by the pic of her lips wrapped around the end of that huge cock. And then, "Don't worry, I'll have her out to you in a few hours." Anklet of Power Hours? I'm supposed to sit here and wait for hours? Well, I should get a coffee I thought. I wanted this, and if she's going to truly enjoy herself, it's going to be a while. So I left the condo-village and hit the drive-thru. Coffee in hand, I drove back to the condo. Once my coffee was done I was wired, with nowhere to go. Fuck it, I decided to go sneak around the condo to see if I could see anything. Nervous someone would see me I slunk around to the back deck of his condo. The blinds we're closed most of the way, but I could see in a little. There were no people in sight though. I mustered up the nerve to try the sliding back door on the deck but no such luck. It was locked. As I stood there listening intently I could hear a disco beat. He must have some music on. Frustrated, I slunk back to my car. I sat there, waiting, staring at the pictures of my wifes hands and lips wrapped around that big black cock. It was such a stark contrast of black and white. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I texted back, "Everything OK in there?" There was no response back right away. It was now 3am. My coffee buzz was fading and I'd been sitting in this car for more than an hour since lurking around the condo. I was starting to drift off when I got the text. "Soo good honey. Coming out to you soon." I was kicked back awake, staring at the doorway to the condo, waiting for Rebecca to come out. More waiting. How long is this going to be now? I swear it was another 30 minutes before the door swung open in the dark. Becky looked like she was just showered and leaving for work. She looked about, found my car and hurried over. Getting in, she smelt of shampoo. Her hair was damp. "Thanks for waiting honey, you're so good to me." "How was it?" "Oh my god, you wouldn't believe it, honey. You saw the pics he sent right? It was crazy. I was pretty scared by the size of it, by he knew how to ease it in and boy was it good. It went all the way in! I don't want to make you feel bad honey, I like when we have sex, but this was something else. His cock went all the way in me, to the bottom of my pussy, your dick doesn't go in nearly that deep. I'm so sore, but I keep getting horny thinking about it." I had so many questions, what to ask first? "How many times did he come?" "Three." "Tell me..." "The first time he blew it all over my face, he had my phone in his hands and was videoing it for you. So I told him you would want to see his come all over my face and he thought it would look good too. Wait til you see how much cum he dumped on my face." "And the second time?" "Well he ate me out for a while after he came. I tried to video some of that for you, but I was a little distracted and gave up after a few seconds and deleted it so I could enjoy myself. He had a big thick tongue and he made me come on his face. We hung out for a while and then I started rubbing his cock some more. I wanted to suck on it again and it seemed like his dick was ready for more." "Sounds so hot baby, I can't believe you did this, so awesome! Where did he come the second time?" "Well I was starting to feel a little guilty at my sluttiness and started think about you even though I had this massive dick in my mouth and hands. But I remembered your fantasies and what you always tell me you want to happen. So I decided to make this round about you. I gave Don my phone again and had him video the whole session, but I kept talking to the phone as if it were you so when you watch it you'll know it was just for you." "Oh wow, baby, what kind of stuff?" "Oh, you'll see... you know how you want me to put you down and humiliate you? Make you jealous of a big cock? Well don't worry, you have a lot to be jealous of, I had a lot of fun taunting you and I can't wait for you to watch this video!" "OMG, let me see your phone I want to see!" "Nope, not until we get home. By the way, you forgot that you asked me a question. He came in my pussy because he made me beg him to. I even held my well-fucked pussy wide open for some close-ups of all his cum coming out of me. I was a total mess so asked if I could shower. That's when I texted you I was coming out soon. Of course, once in the shower, Don came in and we started playing some more in the shower. I was having a great time, but I was getting woozy from all the steam, so I told Don he had to hurry up and finish before I passed out. He held me down by my hair and jerked off on my face. There wasn't much load this time and the shower quickly washed it away, but we were both pretty spent. That's when I came out to you just now. Don gave me his number, said I should call him later to so we can do it again soon. He said you might be able to watch, but there's going to be some rules you have to agree to. I don't know, let's see what happens, honey, OK?" As she was talking she took her phone out and cued up the video from last night. I began to watch it. "MMM. This is a nice cock, I've never seen one so big." "How much do you think you can get in your mouth?" "I don't know..." Becky smiled up into the camera. Just then Becky slid her finger on the phone, "Skip to the good part for now." She scanned ahead to the end of that clip, Becky was still on her knees sucking this massive cock. "I'm close baby, tell your husband what you want." Don said from behind the camera-phone, looking down at his cock in my wife's mouth. "I want your hot cum all over my face Don, I want my husband to see this big black cock unload on his pretty white wife's face. Cum on my face with that big cock." She yelled as she stroked the cock with her saliva." "Oh, I'm going to cum on your face baby-doll. Here it comes." Rebecca held her tongue out staring up at Don. Don used his free hand to take control back over the stroking of his cock just in time to take aim. The first blast shot right across the bridge of her nose, along her forehead into her hair. The second stand then shot directly into her mouth, as did the third. Don wiggled his cock a little to make sure he fourth strand would land on her. It went on her chin, dribbling down onto her chest. Becky then leaned in and sucked Don clean, making some noises of self-satisfaction. "Hmm mm," Becky laughed with delight as she stroked and licked. "There's more where that came from, don't worry girl. Tell your hubby how you liked it." "Honey, it was so good." She teased, "Look at your slutty wife covered in this man's cum. I bet you wish you were here to see it. I loved it, honey, and next I'm going to try and put this big thing into my pussy." "Tell him why." "Oh, it's so big, I have to know what that's like. I want to see how deep it can go. Oooh and I want you to know, dear, that this cock is so much bigger than yours, I might need to stay a while and get to know it better." And then the clip ended. I instinctively went to the next clip and played it. "Not until we get home." She grabbed the phone out of my hands. It had to be the fasted I've ever driven. If it wasn't 5am I would probably have gotten a speeding ticket along the way. "So let's see it," I demanded. "On one condition." What? Now what did she want? I was totally losing control of everything, but I seemed like I was enjoying it. "What's that?" "You can watch after I set up our next meeting with Don." Well I don't think that's going to be a problem, I was totally loving the excitement of what happened and wanted more too. "Absolutely! Maybe I can come too this time?" "I'll text Don now, we'll see." She started pecking away on her phone. Then she cued up the video I hadn't seen on her phone and gave it to me. "I'm going to take a little nap. Enjoy the video." She took off upstairs and left me with the phone. I hit play. It was a close up of my wife's pussy lips, her fingers we're rubbing up and down the sides. "Look at this sweet virgin pussy." Don said. "I'm not a virgin!" "You ever been with anyone as big as me before?" "Nope." "How big is the biggest you've had? "My husband, he's got an OK dick." "How much bigger is mine?" He asked confidently. "Way bigger. Like if I put both my hands around his cock, the tip would barely be sticking out. When I put both of my hands around your cock the length that's left over is still a little bigger than my husband, it's like twice the size. And it's so much wider too, I can't even close my hands around it." "That's what I mean girl, you are a BBC-Virgin." "Hmm, well I've got a nice big black cock right in front of me right now and my pussy is so wet thinking about you stretching me out. I want you to put your big cock in me. I want to you fill me up wider and deeper than my husband can." Don moved the camera back away from her pussy so I could see all of her. Becky looked up into the camera, "You ready to watch me fuck this man, honey? You ready to see me get this big cock stuffed into me. I hope you don't get too jealous, just because his cock is bigger than yours. Actually, on second thought, I DO hope you get jealous. You should be, look at this thing. You couldn't ever measure up to this." I was in all-out masturbation mode at this point. Pants down, jerking myself and watching this video play out. Now she was sucking on his cock while he stood up and she sat on the end of a bed. There was disco music playing, the same music I heard before. "Damn, honey," She said taking the cock out of her mouth, again looking up into the camera, "It's going to take a little getting used to. I gotta figure out how to properly work this cock. Look at this." She tried to deep throat it as far as she could. It only went in about a fourth of the way before she gagged. "With your cock honey I can actually stick my tongue out and lick your balls while your cock is in my mouth. Not this big cock. Not even close honey. I'm going to need some practice to get good at this." "Oh you're doing great girl, lets open up that pussy now." Don commanded. "Oooh are you ready honey? I'm going to do it, I'm a bit nervous." Becky laid back and spread her legs. The camera wobbled as Don moved in to mount her. The camera tilted down to give me the perfect view of this huge cock entering her for the first time. "Do it, Don, put it in me." He laid his cock down along her opening, just letting it sit there in all its immense glory. Becky's hips and pelvis were bucking up towards it, demanding that cock. "Are you seeing this honey? Are you seeing this thing? Mmm. Do it Don, Do it." And then Don tilted his cock down and in, popping the head into her. "Ahhhh, Ohhhhh. It's going in honey. He's putting his cock into me." Slowly he gyrated and worked a little more of it in. "Is it much wider than your husband?" Don asked. "Oh yeah," she quickly replied, "This is much wider." "I'll go slow, tell me if it hurts." "It hurts, but don't stop, I want more." "Tell your husband when I get in as deep as he can go." "You hear that honey? Don's already stretching me wider than you could. Soon he'll be deeper than you'll ever be." "Yeah girl, put that mother fucker down." "Oh right there, hold on." She begged. Don held himself to not push any further but kept the rhythm going. "He's right there honey, he's in as deep as you can go." "Look at how much more cock I have left to put in your wife. You see that little buddy?" The camera was brought in close and then back up. "Now we're getting into my end of the pussy, the deep end. This is my pussy, I'm claiming it!" "It's your pussy now. It's your pussy. Give me that cock, stick it all the way in." Don slowly thrust further than any cock had ever been in her. Becky let out a long deep moan followed by a bunch of, "Oh my God's!" "It's so deep honey, holy shit, this pussy is all his now honey. Do you see this?" As Don started to work the cock back out and in, getting into a deep penetrating rhythm, Rebecca starting to lose it. No more words, just grunts and moans. "My pussy now!" Don yelled. "My pussy!" Just then the camera fumbled around a bit and I could hear something being whispered by Don. Becky laughed. "Yeah, this IS the best fucking my pussy has ever had. That's right. Did you hear me dear husband?" She said locking right at the camera with contempt. Not only is my pussy opened up right now, but also so am I to all that I've been missing. You can't fuck me like this. Look at how deep this cock fucks me? Do you see how much of my cream is on his cock? It's all your fault, if you had a big cock like Don I wouldn't be here would I? I hope this is what you wanted. If I knew what I was missing I don't know if I'd be with you. But I know you love me, you love me so much you want me to enjoy this big cock fucking me better than you can. Don't you? Don, fuck me like my husband can't!" With no further instruction needed, Don started banging away at top speed and depth. "Damn girly, this is a deep pussy!" His big balls we're slapping against her asshole. "I've never been able to get all this way in before, I usually bottom out on girls. Fuck, it's like your pussy was made for my cock." "My pussy IS made for your cock. Right, honey? It's Don's pussy. I want him to come deep in my pussy, honey. Deeper than you could ever possibly get and fill me up with cum. "Oh yeah, turn over baby, I'm going to smash that big ass of yours." Becky turned over and Don entered her from behind. His balls were slapping up against her clit as he pounded away. A minute later Don was ready, "Beg for it girl, let your man hear you. Beg me to come in your big fat pussy." "Oh please. Cum in me. I've never felt what it's supposed to feel like when a real cock cums. I want it so fucking bad, please, please, cum in that pussy for me! Make that big cock explode deep in me!" A few grunts were all the warning there was. Don slammed up against her ass hard and held it there as his balls jumped up and down to unload inside my wife. After a moment Don slid his cock out. "Show you man what I did to you," He said as he moved the camera close up to her ass, which was still sticking up in the air. Closing in on her pussy I could see a stream of cum oozing out and down her leg. "Hold your pussy open for the camera," Don commanded. With her weight on her head and chest, Becky put her arms back onto her butt cheeks and spread them wide. Her pussy lips opened and there was a nice gob of cum drooling out and flowing down. The camera then came around to her face, "Say goodbye girl." "Bye honey, thanks for the night out, see you soon." She smiled and giggled and then the video ended. I put the phone on the counter to go up and check on Rebecca. The phone chimed with an incoming text. It was Don. "Sounds like a plan, see you two then!"