14 comments/ 22248 views/ 9 favorites How Do I Atone By: returningsaiilor How could I have so completely misjudged the man I love so dearly? My generous plan to give him what I thought he so desperately wanted backfired. After last night, I feel like a cheating, sex-craved slut. There's NO WAY I DESERVE THIS LOVING, GIVING, AND SENSITIVE MAN! How did I dig this hole? It all started while Brad was deployed overseas. We always exchange dirty e-mails and the longer he's gone, the more graphic and kinker they get. We both have extremely high libidos and do everything imaginable to please our partner. We have a bag full of every sex toy imaginable. Believe me when I say they are used on a regular basis! I am his! My mouth, pussy, breasts and ass are all at his disposal and many have been filled simultaneously with our collection of dildos, vibrators, plugs and eggs, while his lips and cock occupy the others. Likewise, he is mine. His mouth, cock and ass are at my disposal. My fingers, tounge and our toys get their fair share of use pleasuring him too! One of my favorites is a feeldoe. This ingenious toy has a large bulbous base that fills my pussy nicely. A large blue silicone dildo angles up from this bulb. It juts fully erect from my crotch, making me look like a well hung stud. The manufacturer claims it's easy to keep the bulb snug in a pussy. Unfortunately, I find that as I ravage his hot lubed ass or pound his hungry lips, I lose control and it slides out at the most inconvenient times. To remedy this problem, I've started wearing a comfortable harness that keeps the bulb snug in my slippery sex. As an added bonus, it fits tight againt my clit as I pound him! Enough about our sex toy bag. I only share that to give you an idea of the open, giving and experimental relationship we share. We've always agreed we could try ANYTHING, if the other was willing and no one was hurt, either physically or emotionally. Things started to derail as a result of our e-mails the last few weeks of his deployment. I, being from Venus, am more ethereal, focused on the emotion and intrigued by subtle descriptions and innuendo. I am totally aroused by his sexy letters. His detailed descriptions of what he plans to do with his tounge, hands, lips and yes, that throbbing cock, drive me wild. I can masturbate for hours rereading how he loves to pinch my nipples as they harden between his strong fingers. How he knows just when to pull them hard, so a tingling electric-like jolt travels to my pussy! Or, how he plans to massage my back till I feel like jello under the kneeding pressure of his talented hands. He always seems to end these massage descriptions with one of my favorites, what he calls, "Ass Worshiping". He sensually describes warming some apple oil and dribbling it over my relaxed cheeks till it seeps down into my crack where the warm liquid pools on my soft smooth starfruit. Then his hands begin caressing my shapely round butt, pushing the cheeks together, forcing one bun down while pushing the other one up, causing the oil to stay warm and slippery between my cheeks. During the tantalizingly slow massage, his thumbs slowly work their way toward my sensuous puckered asshole. Eventally they graze my now well lubed anus as he spreads my cheeks. I always hold my breath at this point in anticipation of his hot probing tounge. He never fails to deliver and I truly do feel worshipped as he ever so slowly rims my tight ring. His tounge both excites and relaxes me at the same time. I always involuntarily push my rosebud toward that constantly probing tounge, trying to get it deeper. Fortunately, he is on his own timetable and never fails to make me shudder as he slides his tounge deep, past my outer sphincter muscles, tickling those sensitive inner sphincter muscles. Within seconds, his thumb is on my swollen clit. This combined with his darting tounge stretching my inner sphincter walls, ALWAYS brings me to an earth shattering orgasm!! His writing in the e-mails is so venus, so sensual, immaginative, mand caring. They get me so friggin hot. What doesn't turn me on are his attachments. The attachments are so Mars. So damned visual. So graphic and explicit, leaving nothing to the imagination. Hard, bright, glaring lights. No romantic candles or subtle shawdows that only hint at the pleasure being generated. Guys get so turned on by porn while women need words. We fill in the blanks with our imagination. Being from Mars, it was inevitable. He started sending some pictures with another woman in them. I knew he had done two women when he was in high school. The part he said turned him on the most was when they were eating each others pussies. I'm totally hetero! "I LOVE COCK," I shouted back in my e-mail reply. "I could never do another woman and it doesn't turn me on to even think about it." So, what does he send next? A picture of two girls sucking a cock. The second, a guy eating a pussy while another girl is giving him a blowjob. "I COULD NEVER SHARE YOU," I shout back. "It's you I want. Your hands on my body. Your lips on mine. Your tounge exploring my every crevice. Your cock in all my hot holes, don't you get it?" "So you like all your holes filled, right?" He asks in his next e-mail. "Which picture do you like best?" I open the three attachments. The first is a blonde with huge tits being fucked from behind and giving a large cock, attached to a real hunk, a sloppy blow job. I feel my cunt start to tingle. Then I open the second one and a hot blond, with a tight ass like mine, is taking it up the butt while fanatically sucking another hot guy. Her eyes are closed and it looks like she is really enjoying it. Hmmmmm, I notice my pussy is starting to get damp. The third is a petite brunette and she's on her knees impaled on two massive cocks. She has a look of pure ecstasy in her eyes. Now my pussy is dripping. I pull out my favorite clitoral stimulator and within seconds I'm shuddering in orgasm! "I LOVE YOUR COCK, NOBODY ELSE'S! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, A SLUT?" I shout back, not wanting to give any hint of how turned on I actually was by those hot pictures. Remember, I'm supposed to be from Venus, right??? "So what about me?" He asks in his next e-mail. "You get off fucking my ass and shoving that strap-on down my throat till I gag, right. How about the real thing?" Yuck, I think to myself. Then curiosity gets the best of me as I stare at the three attachment icons. My finger involuntary taps one. Up pops a big penis with a hot dude and cute chick licking both sides. She's looking in his eyes and they both look like kids sharing an ice cream cone, all smiles. Damn, I'm getting wet down there again! Now I HAVE to see the second one. I quickly tap and this hot blonde is sitting on a granite kitchen counter with a stud pounding her pussy. Standing next to her ON THE COUNTER is another hunk and she's feeding his stiff penis into the mouth of the stud who is doing her. My pussy is throbbing and I haven't even touched it. As my breathing and heartbeat increase, I click the next icon, not knowing what to expect. Bam, in my face is the same blonde, in a 69 position, lapping on the studs cock, while inches from her face, the other hunk is plowing away in his ass. OMG, I'm cumming and I haven't even touched myself. Just my jeans rubbing on my clit brought me to an awesome orgasm! I run upstairs, slip a butt plug in and start jamming a big silicon dildo back and forth in my pussy. I cum again in a few minutes, totally imaging another well hung stud in our bedroom! "DISTURBING!" Is my one word reply. I can't even give a hint of how excited these pictures of another man doing me and my husband have gotten me! "Sorry," he writes back sheepishly. "You said you liked cock and I know how much guys like watching chicks together. I thought you might like seeing two guys together. Doesn't it do ANYTHING for you?" "FUCK NO!! You told me you blew a friend when you were 13, ARE YOU TURNING GAY ON ME!!" I reply, still feigning disgust! "I've told you before. I want you. I want you sexy words telling me what you will do to me. Just you, NO ONE ELSE!!" "SORRY, just wanted to see if you'd share any fantasies with me. I really could do any of those thing with you, if it turned you on. I might have to be blindfolded so I didn't get jealous watching you do another guy, or see another guys face as I sucked his cock," he wrote, still pushing the idea. "JUST DROP IT!" Was my terse reply, thinking to myself, 'a blindfold, huh?' Now the gears were turning. Brad and I love to use blindfolds and we occasionally do some light bondage. He actually has some ropes tied to the posts of our bed that stay tucked under the mattress when not being used. Well they were still there, dormant for the last eight month while he was deployed. They were Part A of my rapidly emerging plan. Part B would be Dalmore, his favorite single malt scotch. Four or five big tumblers after eight months of no drinking on the ship and his senses would be suitably numbed and his inhibitions should be lowered. Part C would be Mark, an old friend, one time lover, from high school who I knew was bisexual. I've never really thought of him in a sexual way since our short tryst but he would perfect for the plan I was hatching. I'd talk to him at the office tomorrow and see how his sex life was going. -NEXT DAY IN THE STUDENT CAFETERIA- "Can I join you," I asked as I slid over in the booth and gave him our normal casual hug. "Sure," Mark replied. "How you holding out with Brad deployed? Isn't he due home next month?" "Actually, he comes in next Thursday," I replied excitedly!! "Wow, time flies, doesn't it" "Hell no! Not when you haven't had sex for those eight months," I replied in my best pouty voice. "Yeah, I can relate. Haven't had anybody except Mr. Leftie myself for about three months," he joked, trying to appear it wasn't a big deal. I could tell he was a bit in the dumps about it. "Sorry to hear that," I replied, secretly grinning inside. See, I know Mark is a pretty highly sexual kind of guy. He was the first guy to tounge my asshole, as a junior in high school! What an impression that made on me. I actually hadn't found anyone else who was into that, until Brad came into my life nine years later. Eager ass lickers are a rare commodity! Sorry, back to our conservation. "Brad's been sending me these weird e-mails about his at sea fantasies. Guess he's just as pent up and frustrated as I am," I replied, throwing the bait out to see if he'd bite. "Weird how?" he asked, giving me his undivided attention. Bingo! Hooked. Now, can I actually land this hunk and feel good about myself. The feeling in my crotch and my pounding heartbeat were giving me conflicting messages. Should I follow my heart or my rapidly warming loins, I asked myself? Taking a deep breath, I realized my loins were gonna win. "Dee," he said, "Earth to Dee. They must have been some really good e-mails. You were a million miles away." "Not really. They weren't exactly good," I stammered. "Really, I would think he would be dying to get in those pants and get some of that luscious ass," he replied jokingly, reminding me of our night together. "Yeah, but that's not all he wants," I replied, looking into his eyes to see if he was following my hints. "Well of course not," he laughed. "He's gonna want some pussy first and I'd imagine he's fantasizing about that mouth of yours too. I know I do. You made quite an impression, even as a little high school Junior." "Yeah, he wants all that," I said, now sounding a little less sure of myself. Mark frowned, thinking to himself. Looking confused, I could tell he wasn't connecting the dots and I was going to have to spell it out. "Is there someone else? Is that son of a bitch having an affair," he asked? "Nope, but he does want someone else," I finally blurted out. "Who," he asked, still not getting it. "Anyone, someone. I don't know. A guy or a girl, just someone to spice things up." It all came pouring out. The teasing hints, the pictures...guys...girls...I'm not into girls. Never have been...it's gross...guys...two guys. My words were coming out all jumbled. Finally I, I took a deep breath, then blurted it out. "Mark, the pictures with the guys turned me on!! I almost came just looking at them. First a chick with two guys. She looked so hot doing that. Then some more pictures of a hot hunk and his girl doing another stud. I think I came without touching myself when I saw those". "What did you tell him him," Mark asked? " I said I was DISTURBED!!" "I callled him gay!" "Dee, slow down! Let's go for a walk before any of the coeds hear you spilling you soul," taking my hand and leading us from our lunches. "Once outside, I started to calm down and think straight. We sat down on a bench by the gym and Mark said, "Dee, look around. You're a hot professor. Any one of those hunks coming out of the gym would love to give their best shot at pleasing you." "But how many would do Brad," I asked? "Well, that IS a problem. You might be suprised but some would, just for a chance to do YOU. But you're right. I think... "Mark," I interrupted. "It has to be you," there, it was out there. Eager to convince him, I continued. "I TRUST you. You don't kiss and tell. I know you're great in bed and you might not mind being with Brad." Silence. Shit, he thinks I'm crazy. "What do you think?" I'm basically pleading for an answer now! More silence as he eyed md stoically. Finally, he grinned and said, "Dee, I'd walk across a mile off glass to lick that hot ass of yours again"! I smiled and lowered my gaze as my cheeks flushed. I realised I'd been holding my breath waiting for a reply! He continued, "As for Brad, you married a hottie. If you think he's alright with this, I've been craving a nice hot cock for three months now." We talked for another hour. I told him my plans with the blindfold and the Scotch. He was real helpful and made some interesting suggestions. I should get waxed and do an anal douche before I met his ship. He would do the same. He would give us two hours and then sneak in. By that time I would have Brad tied up and blindfolded. We would meet downstairs and rub apple oil all over our bodies, so Brad might not realize who's ass was on his mouth or who's lips were on his cock. Eventually, we'd both touch him together and see what his reaction would be. -THE BIG DAY- Brad litterally ran all the way down the pier and into my arms. None of the wives were into small talk. It was a quick hug and off to the car. Brad let me drive, so I handed him the remote for the egg vibrator, ensconced deep in my hot, wet, freshly waxed pussy. He had a great time changing up the speed every time I let my foot off the gas. My pussy was dripping and his strong hands made their way to my swollen lips. He kneeded my thighs open and the tips of his fingers parted my glistening lips. Then he took his fingers, smelled my essence and sucked them clean. Needless to say, it was an exhilarating ride home. I'm glad we only live 10 minutes from the base because all the miny orgasms were making me an obvious road hazard. Once in the house, we beelined to the master bedroom. My top was off before I hit the bed and Brad's pants, shoes and socks left a debris trail streching from the front door, all the way to the bed. He literally ripped my skirt off and dove right between my legs. His hot tounge had me coming in a matter of seconds, as he turned the egg to full blast, deep pulses. I must have cum for three minutes! I reached over to the nightstand and fixed his first tumbler of Dalmore. Two ice cubes from the bucket and one finger water with three fingers Scotch. He drank half in the first three gulps! I fixed myself a glass of Chardonnay, clinked his glass and said, "Welcome sailor, bottoms up!" As he finished his scotch and began fixing his second, I filled my mouth with cool chardonnay and slowly slipped my lips over his hot throbbing shaft. "Ah," he moaned. "That feels so wonderful! Your lips are so hot and that wine is soo cool. I'm just gonna lay back and let you play to your hearts content, while I play with your egg," He then turned it down to its lowest setting, knowing I'd want to concentrate on the swollen penis in my mouth. I moaned my approval around his engorged penis, swallowed my wine and then took him deep in my throat. He's just big enough that I can't reach his balls with my lips when I deep throat him. I've only had that problem with one other guy and it's a problem I love having!! That penis, plus his talented tounge and his willingness to ream my asshole with it, make him a true one in a million! I plan on making him melt into the sheets before Mark shows up. I continue to slowly work his cock. I judge my progress by his moans of approval. He responds as I swirl my tounge around his head and tease that sensitive area under his head. My hand milks his shaft and I am rewarded by an oozing of precum. Yummmm, I've missed that! I slide my lips along the underside of his shaft and gently take one tight ball into my mouth, trying to loosen their tightness, to no avail. He moans his approval between sips of Dalmore. I slowly work my way to his left nipple and tease it with my tounge, then my teeth as it gets harder. I reach down and remove the pulsating egg from my dripping pussy. As he takes another sip of scotch, I mount his hard hot pole and it slides in, filling me with a warmth and fullness I've missed for the last eight months. He sets his drink down and grabs my ass cheeks, rocking me on his throbbing shaft. I'm filled to my deepest depths. My mouth finds his and we eagerly explore each others lips and mouth. I taste my essence on his lips and sigh as I think of the pleasure those lips gave my cunt! Our rocking begins to increase in urgency. I feel his fingers begin to increase their grip on my round full ass cheeks. Our breathing increases and I feel his cock begin to expand and stretch my deepest depth, pressing on my cervix with a pleasent fullness. My clit is wedged on his pubic bone and I begin to feel it harden as my orgasm approaches. The head of his penis is reaching its maximum girth and I know we are going to "Cum Together". I begin humming the tune in his mouth and in seconds, feel his hot seed spurt deep in my pussy. This causes me to go over the brink and my body convulses. I shudder as the muscles deep in my cunt, milk spurt after spurt from his hot hard shaft. I bury my face in his shoulder as tears form in my eyes and mumble, "Welcome home honey, I love you so much. Was that enough to make you happy?" He shudders as his cock gives one last spasm and says, "Whatever you do makes me happy. I love you so much!" "You know I'd do anything to make you happy, don't you?" "Of course I do," he replies, as his cock slowly deflates inside of me. I pour a third glass of scotch and hand it to him, as his now limp cock slides out of my pulsating, throbbing pussy. I give a little whine as I bend down and take his now soft cock in my mouth. I clean his seed and my juices off his soft shaft and loose balls. He moans his approval as I ensure his cock and balls are clean for round two. "I'm going to bring up dinner in bed. Just relax and enjoy your scotch," I say as I walk slowley away, naked and in love, to fix my man's dinner. On the way to the kitchen I unlock the front door, hoping I'm doing the right thing...bringing in Mark to fulfill my husbands and, I HAVE TO ADMIT, now my fantasies too. -BLINDFOLDED DINNER: SERVED BY TWO- I was in the kitchen, still completely nude, making preperations for our dinner surprise, when Mark let himself in. I had already lubed up the head of my feeldoe and the bulb was snug in my hot wet box. As I was adjusting the harness, I felt arms reach from behind and playfully squeeze my breasts. I initially thought it was Brad, since I hadn't heard the front door open. When I was pulled againt a fully clothed body with a big hard on, I realized it was Mark. How Do I Atone I broke his embrace, turned and gave him a peck on the cheek. That's when it dawned on me that I was completely naked with a big blue rubber cock sticking out of my pussy. I instinctively tried to cover my nakedness and especially the silicone penis pointing proudly from my pussy! Mark smiled at me, with a twinkle in his eye that had lured me to the backseat of his car so many years ago and said in a whisper, "Mmmmm, what have we here?" He then dropped to his knees, pulling my hands away and began examining the feeldoe. He gripped it and I felt the base bulb shift slightly in my slippery pussy. He pulled slightly and the base of the dildo gently rubbed on my clit, sending tingles through my loins. "Very interesting," he said, as he opened his mouth and slid the entire shaft, completely down his throat. I was mesmerized as he held it there, his top lip and nose resting against my smoothly waxed mons venus. It seemed like five minutes! Then he grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed it even deeper, if that was even possible, crushing his face against my belly for just a quick second. Still in awe, I watched as inch after inch of the thick blue shaft emerged from his lips. Of course I couldn't feel a thing but my pussy was throbbing on the bulbous base deep in my sex. "Wow, Brad is in for a treat tonight," I whispered in his, ear as I pulled him up and away from my rubber phallus. "Now STOP or we will never get upstairs!" "Is he tied up and ready to go?" "Oh shit, I haven't got that far yet. We took longer than I thought." "Well you better get your big blue cock up there and truss him up. I'm sure he won't resist when he sees what you are up to." So, upstairs I went. Brad's eyes twinkled as he smiled, eyeing my penis bobbing around as I walked in. Each bounce sent a little vibration across my clit. When I reached the bed, I playfully jumped on it, straddled his chest and slapped my penis across his face. He chuckled, as he grabbed it and lewdly tounged the head, asking, "What do you have in mind?" "Shut your mouth Bitch," I snapped, slapping him again with my penis. "Yes ma'am," he obediently replied. We'd played this game before and he knew his role well. I grabbed his drink and the back of his head, saying, "Down the hatch bitch," as I poured half the tumbler into his mouth. I fixed him another Dalmore and set it on the table. I then went to the foot of the bed, grabbed his ankles and jerked them to the foot of the bed. He didn't struggle, just cockily grabbed his scotch and brought it to his lips. "FREEZE," I commanded. He instantly obeyed. He's such a timid whimp when I'm wearing the 'balls!' I took the drink and replaced it on the nightstand, resuming the knot tying I'd been practicing. Mark had given me a link to a neat Domination site, so I was using some new knots that were faster and more secure than my old square knots. Once Brad was tied up, spread eagle on the bed, I took his drink and put a straw in it so he could drink easier while on his back. "Suck," I said. The level decreased slightly. "More Bitch," I snapped and gave his nipple a sharp pinch with my fingernails. He flinched but sucked down half the tumbler. "Well done, you're pretty good at sucking and swallowing, Mr. SLUT!" "Yes ma'am," I'm the best", he replied. "We'll see," I shot back. "Now for your blindfold. You don't deserve to see my beautiful cock. All you get to do tonight is feel. GOT IT BITCH?" "Yes ma'am," he responded. I put the blindfold on and noticed his cock was getting a little harder, so I dribbled some apple oil on it one drop at a time. Then, I rubbed it around his crotch, coating his balls and his quicly engorging member. "Now for the new twist. You can't see, you can't touch and you won't be able to hear me moan," I said, slipping the headphones over his ears. "Mmmmm, the Doors," he murmured. I quickly smacked his erect penis, lifted one headphone and whispered in his ear, "Shut the fuck up you little Bitch." You won't touch, you won't see and you won't speak. Understood?" He nodded. Satisfied with my work, I went downstairs to get dinner AND Mark ready. Mark was standing in the kitchen, still fully clothed. Again, I felt naked but I also felt a little trepidation about what would come next. We'd talked about this and Mark said he'd go home the first time I asked. No pressure, no cajoling, no whining about me being a tease by building up his hopes. He knew this was a big step for me. We'd also agreed, no kissing. Sounds silly but that's just for Brad and me. Everything else in my mind was just sexual stimulation. No love, no emotion, just plain sexual pleasure. We'd also agreed we'd not do anything alone. Everything was to be shared with Brad. This part was gonna be tricky, like when Mark dropped to his knees and took my 'cock' in his mouth. Brad wasn't there but I rationalized it by thinking that wasn't me, it wasn't 'MY COCK', right? Now another tricky part was coming. We'd agreed to oil each other with Brads favorite apple oil. I rationalized it by thinking it was just like going to the gynecologist. It was purely a clinical procedure, a prep procedure, required to get ready for Brad. Remember, I keep telling myself, this is all for Brad. Not easy when my pussy is telling me, 'Dee, don't kid yourself, I'm dripping down here. You're getting off on this more than Brad. He won't even be able to see a fucking thing. He won't be able to touch ANYTHING. You even took his hearing away.' "Shut your mouth," I commanded my pussy, as I took a deep breath, walked toward Mark and reached for his belt buckle. When I slipped my hands under his waistband and dropped his pants around his ankles, his freed cock sprang forward and bumped mine. The tip of his penis came to rest against my belly. I looked down and could see he was leaking precum and it was being smeared all over my smooth pubic mound. God, this was going to be hard! I've never let a single drop of cum go to waste. Never. First time for everything, I thought to myself, as I pulled away and got Marks docksiders off. Next came his shirt. Yep, just like I thought, he's waxed all over, as I run my hands over his smooth athletic chest. Ooops, I think, as I jerk back. "How bought we finish getting dinner ready," I ask. We were both completely naked and sporting large erections (yes Mark's was as big as I remember). His cock was almost an exact replica of the feeldoe, without the weird blue color. About eight or nine inches and perfectly formed. It looked perfect. I wanted and wanted it now! Sorry, back to dinner. Mark had an iced tray of fresh oysters on the halfshell he'd picked up. I got the brie, crackers, and cavier spread out on another tray. We both got a glass of wine. Now for the final step I'd neen worrying about. I took the apple oil bottle and dribbled drops all across Mark's shoulders and chest, then began rubbing it over his smooth hairless chest, shoulders, flat hard stomach. Boy, did it feel different than Brad's hairy covered chest. I was really getting into his warm, slick and muscular physique. Too much so, I tell myself harshly. I quickly I turn my attention to his broad back, squirting plenty of oil into my hands. I clinically rub it in and finally get to his tight hard buns. As I kneed the oil in and open his cheeks, I'm fascinated by how smooth his hairless anus is. Brad's is hairy and never attracted me. Yes, I loved fingering it and plowing our toys into it...but this was different! It is so smooth. I felt it calling to me, 'Dee, Dee, Dee,' each time I massaged the oil into this silky puckered eye, staring me in the face, unblinking. Soft and hard at the same time, no wonder Brad liked analingus so much. I involuntarily moved my mouth closer, stuck out my tounge and probbed his puckered sphincter muscles. Ahhh, the HEAT! The firm yet pliable strength of those smooth burning muscles. I nudge the tip of my tounge deeper. OMG!! The tip of my tounge trembles as I feel the striated bands of his muscles twitching in respose to every vibration of my trembling tounge! Deeper I tentatively explore. His striated bands quiver, dancing a ballet with my tounge. This is sooo damn intoxicating and erotic. The heat, the throbbing pulsations on my sensitive tounge, the intimacy, even the taste and smell are overwhelming enjoyable and intimate. I FUCKING LOVE THIS I realize as I drill deeper!! "Hey," Mark said, saving me from breaking my own groud rules, "Brad is waiting. This is all about him, right?" Silence, as I coutinue my exploration. "Dee, am I right!" I hear his raised voice... 'Hell no', my gushing pussy sez. 'Go for it! This is about you too! Brad asked for it. You deserve to enjoy yourself. Go on, keep fucking his smooth ass with your tounge, Brad will never know'. 'Fuck you', I say to my pussy devil, who is tempting me to break my self-imposed rules. "Dee? Earth calling Dee!" I'm jolted back to reality. I gently pull my tounge out and watch fascinated as your quivering hole slowly closes, a glistening gossamer string of my saliva, the only connection remaining with that sweet, divine and savory hole! "Thank you Mark, I was getting selfish back there. You prepared your ass so nicely, it's so fucking hot!" "Mmmmm, I wish Brad would wax like that!" "Ask him, I'm sure he would if you promised to give him a licking like that. You were very good. An expert the first time," he added. Maybe I will, I thought, storing that in the back of my mind. Up the stairs we climb, each with a tray and a glass of wine. Even though Brad had headphones on, we'd agreed to no talking. Mark had explained his heightened senses might detect another person. The one not playing, would stand perfectly still and watch. Mark was the first to go. He brought the scotch straw to Brads lips. It was funny to watch Brad jump as if startled. Evidently he had no clue anyone had come into the room, yet alone, two people, both sporting large cocks. Brad sucked the scotch eagerly through the straw he believed I was holding. Mark took the, scotch, placed it on the bedstand and turned his attention to Brads cock, which had gone soft while we were downstairs. On his knees, next to Brad, he leaned over and took the flacid cock in his mouth. I watched fascinated as Brad's cock began to swell in another man's mouth. Mark began slowly taking it deeper. As it began to get bigger, I admired Mark's skill at fellatio. With no hands, he was able to get Brad fully erect. When he swallowed his cock to the hilt, I gasped. Then ever so slowly, he let it emerge from deep down his throat. Brad moaned and said, "Baby, that was incredible, you've been practicing!" Mark and I discussed this. Mark instantly pulled his mouth off and smacked Brad's cock, a little too hard, I thought. Brad winced in pain, saying "Fuck babe, that hurt!" Mark smacked it again, even harder. I winced! Brad clenched at the ropes, his muscles rippling, as he desperately tried to break the bonds and cover his totally vulnerable manhood. My mind felt Mark overdid the punishment BUT...my dripping crotch and Brad's raging hard on told a different story. Mark got off the bed and took his place beside me and I proceeded to Brad, lifted his earphone and whispered menacingly, "QUIET BITCH, no talking." Then I gave his nipple a good pinch and he successfully suppressed a little yelp. I lifted the headphone and wispered, "You've been bad, so dinner is going to be served without utensils. Open wide." I got off the bed and took a cracker, laid a wedge of brie on it and took a small dollop of cavier, then knelt on the bed again. Brad was still laying there with his mouth open, so I shoved in the cracker. As Brad was chewing it, I spread the caviar on the tip of my bright blue penis, letting it touch his lips. He opened and in went my dick, smeared in caviar. He gulped it in and licked off all the caviar. I glanced at Mark and he was smiling, watching intently. I put brie slices on Brad's nipples and spread another spoon of caviar roe on his penis, enjoying a nice snack for myself. Next, I fed Brad several crackers with brie. I finished by holding an iced oyster shell to his lips and slowly tilted it up until the juices and meat slid into his waiting mouth. This method of serving the oysters would pale in comparison to what Mark had devised. As I got up, I motioned to Mark that it was his turn and pointed at the oysters. He walked up beside me smiling. I could tell he was excited. I could actually see the veins in his penis pulsing. My pussy was also tingling in anticipation. Mark took an oyster and straddled Brad's face, facing toward his feet. With one hand he pulled his balls and penis up toward his belly. Evidently he didn't want them to accidentally droop on Brads chin while he fed him his first oyster. My pussy was dripping and I was pulling on my feeldoe so it hit my g-spot and rubbed against my clit. I was about to watch my husband lick another man's bung. Mark wedged the oyster deeply between his cheeks and lowered away on Brad's hungry mouth. OMG, it was so hot. Brad's tounge reached out and found the small morsel. It guickly disappeared and Mark sat down further, spreading his ass cheeks. Here I was, watching my husband ream my Mark's asshole, just like he does mine. Just like I'd done downstairs! It was two feet from my face and SO EROTIC! I was frigging myself like crazy and poor Brad had no clue. As Mark pulled his ass away, I could seem Mark's anus clamp shut, squeezing some of Brad's saliva out. Wow, that was hot!! I motioned Mark over and had him bend at the waist. As I forced my tounge up Mark's warm, slick rosebud, I felt a freight train chugging in my loins. I almost swooned, as Mark's sphincter relaxed and my tounge slid into his smooth, hot glory hole. I came and came and came, feeling his bodu respond to my frantic exploration! 'Dammit, this wasn't supposed to be about me', I screamed to myself. 'Yes it is,' said my little pussy devil. 'You're loving this and knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off Mark. 'Fuck off,' I screamed at my own personal devil. Then I remembered Brad. I was still shaking from the orgasm but I managed to get to my feet. I fed him some scotch with the straw and shaky hands, then stumbled to the foot of the bed, intent on making it up to Brad. I bent over and took his swollen, thick, cock in my mouth. I deep throated it, all the way to his balls and just held still, willing myself not, to gag. One, two, three seconds. I could feel his heartbeat deep in my throat. Incredible! As I slowly let each inch slip from my lips, I felt hands spread my ass. 'Dammit, leave me alone, this is about Brad, let me concentrate,' my mind screamed! 'Bullshit,' my little devil laughed. 'This IS about you, how could it not be? You've got Brad laying there, oblivious to the orgasms you're having. Clueless about the wild sex that's happening right next to him. He's ALWAYS said he would LOVE to give you the pleasure of two men and here you are enjoying it, his cock in your mouth, Mark's tounge drilling your butt, while you screw yourself with the feeldoe. What a self-centered lover you are!!' 'NO, NO NO,' I scream in my mind!! But I know the devil is right! Deeper and deeper I take your turgid, throbbing rod, trying to gain atonement for my selfishness. I hold and count in time with the tounge deeply drilling my ass. I need to get to ten to gain forgiveness...seven, eight and then I gag, involuntarily squeezing Mark's tounge deep from my anus. FUCK, I've got to get to ten! I frantically deep throat Brad's cock. There is no longer a beat in my ass to count with. I pull off his cock wondering where Mark's talented tounge is, then I feel a hot bulbous pressure insistently pressing on my hungry sphincter. Relax and DO NOT clench you teeth for gods sake, I tell myself as the head slips in. Ahh, I sigh as Mark slowly...inch by precious inch...slides between my hot fleshy mounds. Slobber leaks down your cock, as my head bobs up and down. He's getting a rhythm now, so I try for forgiveness again. Down I go, my nose nestled in your pubic hair...four...five...six, gag! DAMN! Mark is a machine, and my ass and pussy are involuntarily twitching in miny orgasmic spasms. Down I go again, I feel you swelling. Fuck, this has to be it, I think. Seven...eight...almost there. I feel you swell even bigger against the back of my throat. Another pump deep in my ass, that's nine! Only one more! Mark pulls almost all the way out and pauses. Almost like he knows I'm punishing myself. SHIT! I NEED TO BREATH! PLEASE, PLEASE!! Mark thrusts in slowly but firmly and I feel him swelling. Your head is splitting the back of my throat. I SEE STARS, MY KNEES GO WEAK AND MY LOINS EXPLODE? Mark's strong hands keep me from collapsing as I feel your hot load fill my mouth. His cock is pulsing deep in my ass as you fill my mouth with load after load. Then the stars overwhelm me and I slip to the floor in a benumbed sort of comatose stupor. -PENANCE FOR SUCCUMBING TO MARS- I come to and find myself at the foot of the bed, dribbles of cum on my cheek, like a used street whore. I wipe it with my finger and lick it off. Still fresh, I think to myself. This is confirmed as I hear the front door shut and shortly later, a car start and drive away. OMG, I reach behind and feel my ass. My finger comes back sticky and it smells like cum. I taste it, wondering if it will taste like Brad's. I can't tell the difference. 'Slut, slut, slut,' keeps pounding in my head with each heartbeat. Fuck I'm going crazy! I start quietly sobbing and then I hear you struggling against your bonds. What do I do? You trust me and I've screwed another lover and you have no clue. We never got to the part where I share Mark's cock between our lips. You have no clue. I never got to bring you into the game. I MUST TELL YOU! Why did I ever look at those fucking pictures. I'm from Venus, not Mars like you. It's all your fault! 'You looked because you are a sex-craved nympho,' my little devil laughs in my head. 'You LOVED IT, YOU SLUT,' he screams in my head. I sob even harder as I pick myself off the carpet. I walk to the head of the bed and slug back the full glass of scotch. Then I sob even harder when I realized I fixed it for you. I REALLY AM A SELFISH SLUT! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. I look down at your wonderful, loving, giving body and have no clue what to do. You squirm your hips, wondering where I am. I make up my mind and reach for your leg bindings and loosen you from my cruel bonds. I wipe my eyes and begin loosening your hands. As soon as they are loose, you shed the headphones and blindfold, reaching for me. As I collapse in your loving embrace, you ask, "Why are you crying?" "Because I love you so much," I coo my FIRST LIE into your warm, soft, hairy chest. You chuckle, as you reach between my legs, grab my feeldoe and say, "I know you do. Very few women would walk around with one of these in, for a couple of hours. And I can tell you've been practicing your deep throat techniques. You are so giving, always thinking of me in everything you do." "That's me, the faithful, loving navy wife," I lie again, searching his eyes. All I see is love and admiration for everything he thinks I've done to make this day special for him. How I HATE MYSELF! "I'm really sorry for those pictures in the e-mails I sent. I just get so horny for you. I create these fantacies that I think would make you feel pleasures that I can't give you alone. You understand I could never do them for real, unless you wanted them, right?" "Of course honey," I reply, add almost as an afterthought..."What if I told I sucked another cock or watched a guy lick another dudes ass?" How Do I Atone I feel him tense and look in my eyes. "I'd be fucking pissed," he replies, still eyeing me. "Did you...are you trying to tell me something?" "No honey, you're all I ever want," I roll off my standard reply and give you a big hug. I feel you relax but I have this crazy urge to confess all my indiscretions. "What if I told you I licked an ass and liked it, then took his huge cock up the ass?" My confession was now complete. I was feeling better. Whoever said confession is good for the soul, knew what he was talking about! He laughed, thinking this was a game and replied, "Bring him over, I'd like to see that. You licking an ass, that I'd have to see! How bout mine, it's right here." "No thanks, I only like them waxed." "Sounds painful." Then he asked, "Where would I get that done? " "No clue." "If I found out, would you really do it?" "Well, maybe I'd try it, probably just once though," I said making a face. I could feel his cock begin to grow against my stomach. NO! I thought. I can't. Not so soon after! I'm still an emotional wreck. Not sensing my discomfort, he slid down and started sucking my feeldoe. My little devil was back, telling me to urge him on. He said, 'Tell him your lover does it better. Go ahead and tell him, dammit!' "Honey, my lover does it deeper." It slipped out before I could think about it. He laughed and slid the feeldoe deep in his throat and asked, "Like this?" "Yep, just lik that," I smiled. He threw my legs over my head nd buried his face in my well used backdoor. I froze! Would he notice? Was my ass all stretched? Was Mark's cum oozing out? My heart was racing. My body was trembling as he tounged my recently ravaged asshole. "Yum," I heard him moan. "You taste great! I love the apple but it smells different and you're nice and loose." "Did you use a chemical douche or something back there? It smells like chlorine." "Yeah, my secret lover Mark," I joked back, telling the truth, FINALLY. "He's all warm and big like you and squirts deep in my ass," I said huskily. Wow, the truth REALLY IS LIBERATING. "Well, I like Mark. You can use him anytime. He tastes better than Bob your dildo," he mumbled before driving his tounge deep into my rectum. I shuddered, as my loins began responding. I pushed my ass against his tounge, driving it deeper while I milked my feeldoe against my clit. He sensed I was ready to do my final penance and surrender my ass for the second time today. I sighed, as I felt his engorged head rest againt my sphincter. I knew this was going to be a LONG ride. He usually lasts forever on his third climax. I braced myself as he slid in. He went deep fast. It felt great! He grabbed my hips and slowly began rocking. I felt him squirt some more oil on his cock and silently thanked him, knowing my ass was going to be sore tomorrow. Several minutes later he was really reaming me hard. I was loving every minute of my well deserved penance. Suddenly he smacked one of my cheeks. Hard, I mean REALLY HARD! "Ouch," I screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK?" "That's for what you did earlier. You were a naughty girl," he laughed, smacking my other cheek even harder. Electric waves of pleasure coursed through my sex...but I froze, PETRIFIED. Did he know? "Don't ever smack my cock that hard, understand Bitch," was his hissed reply. I let out my breath. Safe, but still guilty, I thought. "Harder, please. Spank me harder,"...I was begging now. "Swat my ass, PLEASE!" WHACK! His hand smacked the first cheek in the same spot. Fuck that STUNG, I thought as I clenched my teeth. Yet my crotch was spasming; on the verge, at the edge of pain and pleasure. I needed the pain. I'd been BAD!! "HARDER," I was screaming into the pillow. Tears filling my eyes! My cunt, was going wild as he pumped my ass harder and harder!! "HARDER, I've been a BAD, BAD girl! Spank me harder PLEASE," I screamed, my atonement almost complete. Sensing my urgency, I felt his hand leave my hips and my pussy tingled with an electric energy like I've never felt before. Then, WHACK! "FUCK"!!" I cried into the pillow. My pussy literally EXPLODED!! My sphincter clamped on his swelling cock LIKE A VISE! Two DEEP, BRUTAL THRUSTS later I felt his cock spitting his seed, deep in my hot ravaged ass. I collapsed on the bed, his cock still dumping cum in my bowels. Tears were streaming down my cheecks. "Honey, I don't deserve you. You are so good to me. You know just what I need." I mumbled into the pillow. "Of couse you do," he replied. "You are my PERFECT NAUGHT LITTLE NYMPHO AND I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH" IF HE ONLY KNEW!! -----What I wonder, is: SHOULD I TELL HIM?-----