It's been awhile since a penned a story, so here goes...
My wife and I have always had an active sex life. Both of us like to push the boundaries and see where it goes, but when she found out that I'd been out cruising in my own, I had to be punished...
My wife arrived home from her shopping trip. All the usual stuff, lingerie, hand cuffs, ankle spreader cock cage, marker pen....
I was made to dress up, crochless thong, holdups, high heels, bra. My cock was enprisoned in the cockcage, the key being kept around her neck, and I was led out to the car.
Once inside she drove north for about 10 minutes until we reached the lay-by I knew so well. The place was empty, but I knew it would be for long. We got out of the car, and she grabbed a bag off the back seat and led me through some bushes that led off from the parking area, into the surrounding woods. After a moment we stopped. She motioned that this would be the place. I leaned forwards and using the hand cuffs, I was secured to the tree. The ankle spreader was attached just above my high heels and the rod was extended so that my legs were spread. Then she wrote on my bare ass cheeks with the marker pen - apparently the words "slut for use". When I was to her satisfaction, I heard her pick up her bag, take out her phone, and retreat to a vantage point. My heart was racing, and then I heard the first car of the day arrive.
Not long after I heard the footsteps approach. My body was touched, a hand on my ass, fingers on my hole, a zip is drawn down and a cock is released. I feel the end push, and enter. Several minutes of funking and ge cuts. I feel his seed down my thighs as he leaves. A second car is heard and then a third and more. Its a busy, well chosen, site . Soon I have a queue of willing me, all ready to fuck me. My ass feels tender now, most are bare, I see the occasional condom packet being discarded, but I've lost count of the loads my ass has taken.
There are all sorts of cocks pouning me throught the session. Most are average size, one or two are huge and I cry with a mixture of agony and extasy. Some last a short time, a few are able to repeat. The word seems to have got around. There is now an audience watching, waiting and wanking. Most treat me with respect, others slap my ass or spit on me. I get the impression that many are on their was home from work, and will soon be home to their own wives. That thought for some reason really turns me on, and my poor cock strains against the cage.
The customers tail off, until I'm left alone in the woods. A final person arrives, my wife, to release my bounds. We return to the car and head home, where we sit and watch the playback she recorded on her phone... |
