At this point I was lost in my own little world of debauchery. I had no idea that in fact when Eliza’s husband had come downstairs; he had completely lied to me. Simon was nowhere near the cuck room. In fact Eliza had not released him from the cross in the bondage room. As we later found out Eliza loved to tease and torment the cucks, no just her own husband but any. She had a bit of a sadistic streak running through her and her husband was well aware of this. If he did not do her bidding then it would be him on the end of her cruel intentions rather than some other poor shmuck. Leaving Simon in her hands would give him some reprieve during the night and he knew he would need it.
After I had taken my studs into the darkroom, Eliza’s husband had dutifully reported back to his mistress and recounted all the details, in full view of my husband. He willingly confessed how I had taken 3 studs within a minute of finding out that my husband was not going to be around. That I had let them touch me as they pleased and right now the noise emanating from further down the corridor was the sound of me, Simon’s wife, copulating with random strangers in the dark.
From what Simon told me later it was at this point that Eliza took hold of his still swollen cock and attached a rubber cock ring. She took him down from the cross but bound his hands behind his back and made sure his mouth was gagged tightly.
She then dismissed her husband back to the cucks garage and led my husband down the corridor to just outside of the dark room so he could hear better everything that I was doing.
I was completely oblivious to all this, there could have been a parade passing outside of the room for all I knew. I was too engrossed sucking cock and getting fucked. There were hands all over my ass and tits squeezing and groping me. The man behind me was quickly reaching his orgasm and I could feel his penis inside of me swelling and jerking. Splattering the inside of my walls with his thick creamy spunk. But I was nowhere near finished myself. I wanted more and as he withdrew, I took breath from my sucking and just blurted out.
“Someone else fuck my pussy!”
It was so wanton, so carefree. I did not have a clue which of my selected studs would start to fuck me now. The man in my mouth was laid back enjoying my oral skills and Ray I think it was, was beneath me sucking my tits. But someone did move in behind me. I did not have a clue who it was. I was certain I only brought 3 men with me and no-one else had come in.
But then I recalled what our hostess had said earlier. There was another man in this room. A man none of the sluts in this house had seen, but some would feel. He already had his cock pressed against my cunt. His arms reached out as he took hold of my shoulders and I felt the weight of his body pressing against my opening. He pushed a little harder and my pussy started to spread around his cock.
“FUCK!” I blurted out, he was thick. I was used to having my cunt opened by cocks and dildo’s but this was much thicker. It felt like a small fist peeling me open. I had to stop sucking or I could have done some serious damage with my teeth.
He continued to press against me and I continued to shout “FUCK!” at the top of my voice. I was thankful for the load that the last guys had dropped into me as without it, the friction would have only been worse.
And then pop, he was inside me. But my lips did not close around him. At least that is how it felt to me. I felt open and exposed and I could sense my clit hanging between my pussy lips begging to be rubbed. But no one was touching it. It was just there raw and ready. This mystery man was not too long thankfully but he was about as thick a cock as I had ever had. He made me feel so full inside.
With each thrust I could feel the lips of my cunt being dragged back and forth along the length of his cock. I could not remember all the expletives that I was screaming at this point.
But thankfully for both my sake and that of my husbands out in the corridor, the man on the bed stopped me from being too effusive about this new man, by shoving his cock back into my mouth.
They banged away at both ends; occasionally I would struggle to stay on my feet and have to steady myself in the dark against the bed. At other times the man whose cock I was sucking would push too deep causing me to gag at which point I would have to move back on to the thick cock to catch my breath. But it only caused me to gasp even more. If either of these guys had been over average in length I am not sure I could have taken half the pounding that they were giving me.
As their own orgasms approached so they suddenly started to find their voices. Bitch and slut were the calls that started to fill the air. My poor Simon was outside and had no idea what condition I was in, other than the moans and occasional screams. As the foul language started to gush forth. Eliza made sure that she enhanced this for him, telling him how much of a greedy bitch wife I was going to become after this experience and that one cock would never be enough again.
Simon confessed later to me that with it being a stranger and not me tormenting him, it made the words more believable. When I had teased him in bed previously he knew it was all wordplay and roleplay. But with me being invisible from his sight and Eliza being an expert at cruelty, he had started to doubt what could happen next.
Back in the room I was still completely clueless that my husband could hear everything. I too had joined in the chorus of blue remarks filling the air.
“Fuck me, fuck me now, fill my married
cunt with that big thick cock”
Had I been aware how close Simon was to me, I would never have dared be so filthy. But I was alone so I just let go. I was exploding inside and out. My clit was begging to be touched and when Ray still sucking on my tits reached between my legs. I screamed and screamed and spurted and squirted all over the floor and down my legs and onto Ray.
“Oh yes, cum in me, cum in me now. Use me hard!” I wanted it to be over. I needed to feel them cum. My nerve endings were all over the place. I wanted more and I wanted it to stop.
Thankfully Mr Big stuff behind me had also reached his peak and as I collapsed on the guy I was supposed to be sucking off, he drove his cock deep into my twat and filled me up for the second time that night.
I felt somewhat sorry for the guy I had been sucking, but my legs had given way and I was not in any fit state to continue. I just lay there for a few moments catching my breath and letting my body shake and shiver away.
Eliza from outside had recognised the tell-tale sounds of climax and tying my husband’s hands to the upstairs stair rail, left him and entered the room. She came to me from behind and gently stroked my back and hair.
“Did you have fun, you bad bad girl?”
I mumbled back an “Ahem!”
“Your dearest husband was telling me downstairs that he would love to see you making out with a guy. Do you think you could give him a little show for his pleasure? Nothing too energetic just a slow sensual snog?”
At this point I was thinking how I had completely left my poor hubby; he was not used to being without me and how greedy I had been.
“Go stand in the doorway sweetie. Give him a look of love, before you make out with one of your lovers. He’s all tied up so he won’t interrupt!”
I staggered to the doorway and to steady myself leaned with my back against the frame of the door. Out in the corridor I could see my husband. His cock was big and almost purple with the blood pulsing through his cock. Restrained by the cock ring.
I could see that he was gagged and tied to the stairs.
Eliza meanwhile had been whispering to Ray. From out of the darkness his body came into vision. Simon’s eyes widened as I turned my head away from his and reached up to stroke Ray’s face and brought him into me. We kissed deeply and tenderly. Our tongue’s dancing gently into each other’s mouths. He did not try to grope me. He simply held me around my waist. I on the other hand could not help but slightly rub my body and my groin against his legs and torso.
He felt and looked so good. This was lust or a crush, plain and simple. It felt like a snog from when I was dating. Pleasure through kissing. We must have embraced in our clinch for a good 3 or 4 minutes. It was just what I needed. A nice soft landing after so raw a fuck session.
Simon meanwhile was both incredibly turned on and almost sick to his stomach. It was one thing to hear his wife having animalistic sex, but then to see her look at him and then discard him and return to one of her lovers for that intimacy was more than he had prepared himself for that night.
Eliza passed us with the other 2 studs in tow. She whispered in my ear. When you have finished. Come and join me in the kitchen. She then grabbed Simon by his tied hands. Unclipped him from the staircase and maneuverer him with the other 2 guys help back down the staircase and over to the cucks garage.
After another minute of kissing Ray, I thanked him for a wonderful experience and then went to find Eliza and my husband. Back in the kitchen Eliza was sat on a barstool with one of my studs sucking her clit whilst the other was squeezing her tits. She allowed them to continue to pleasure her as she spoke to me.
“I hope you have had a wonderful time my sweet?”
“Oh I have,” I replied, “But I am spent, I need to go find Simon and take him home!”
“You do that my dear, but a piece of advice. Don’t let him cum tonight”
“Take him home, tell him everything you have done and what you enjoyed, ask him about his night and what he liked and disliked.” “But don’t let him cum tonight.”
“Then tomorrow, discuss your emotions and how you felt and how he is feeling, lay it all out there. Then reconnect sexually.” “You need to discuss your feelings before he cums, but not tonight it will be too raw.”
I left her slightly puzzled. It was only in the car on the way home when he told me about all he had heard that I understood he had been cucked way beyond what I had thought and he had not requested that I kiss a guy after we finished.
But I did not want to regret what I had done as the sex had been amazing. I did not like it that Eliza had pushed him so hard, but I followed her advice. We talked it out and well he confessed that despite the hurtful things he had been turned on all of the night. We replayed that night again and again over the month ahead.
Then we had to decide. Do we try it again???
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