Bisexual Dungeon Playtime for the Cuckold

The BBC, The Hot Wife and the Cuckold: Book 2

By

Jennifer Lynne

As if on a silent cue between Raymond and my hot wife, they switched ends. Trisha took a hold of my shoulders, her latex-clad body so close to me that I could smell the delightful perfume of her perspiration mingled with the heady scent of the rubber that encased most of her voluptuous body, and see close up the wet, slick slit that was soaked with her pussy juices.

Raymond selected the riding crop, a fact that I became aware of the first time it swished down upon my ass and the harsh leather dug into my soft skin. I squealed and wriggled against the sting of the crop, but Trisha held me tight, her glorious tits squashing against the back of my head. Her big black lover thwacked me again with the crop, this time bringing it down in a vertical swipe, and the rough leather found its way between my butt cheeks and slapped hard against my twitching hole. He left it there a second or two, stroking my asshole with the looped end of the crop, as if contemplating fucking my ass with it. And then it was gone – much to my disappointment – only to be brought down with considerable force across both cheeks with a resounding grunt from Raymond.

They left me there awhile, the spanking and whipping suspended whilst Raymond wandered over to the far end of the room to collect his next item of pleasure. I stayed put, bent almost double over the spanking stool, my entire ass so wonderfully on fire, my dick crushed painfully against its cage. I watched as they both strode across the room, their asses jiggling in unison, long, firm legs in synch and once more allowed myself the fantasy of fucking Raymond and my sexy wife.

“This will do perfectly,” I heard Raymond say as he pulled open the drawer that contained the various lengths of bondage rope I had procured online. He pulled out a bundle of soft red rope and made his way back over to where I was bending, my glowing red ass up in the air. “Stand up, worm,” the big guy commanded, delivering a sharp slap to my stinging ass with the flat of his hand.

I did as instructed, standing to face my hot wife and her lover-cum-Master, my eyes unable to avoid crawling over Raymond’s bare chest that was glinting with a light sheen of sweat – no doubt from his exertions with the riding crop upon my ass – and on down to that monster member of his with it’s bulbous purple head that seemed almost to glow in the dim light.

“Take this,” he said, tossing the bundle of rope at me. I caught it and gave my wife a puzzled look.

Raymond turned to face Trisha and without further ado he unzipped the twin zips at the front of my wife’s leotard and pulled her tits free of the restraining material. Trisha gasped as Raymond manhandled her breasts out into the open, pulling hard on each nipple in turn to render them even harder, even more erect that they already had been within the confines of the latex. “Tie them up,” Raymond commanded, and of course I had no choice in the matter.

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