One of the all time perversions is to being on the action, sexually speaking, in a couple that’s been married for years or a couple that doesn’t have a lot say anymore.
And to say that I’ve helped a lot of couples. But every time there’s always something new.
It was during the summer of 2015, I got to know a 41 year old woman form the province of Vercelli, on a know social network.
She was pretty, with green eyes and auburn red hair. She was sexually depressed. She needed an extramarital push to give back some life to her sexuality and to the fun with her husband.
She joined me in Novara, I got out of the car and saw her, a fresh-faced girl, shabby but with a staggering body.
I took her out for a coffee and she told me about her marital life, about having 2 kids and that she was looking for nothing but pure fun, but she up until then she hadn’t found anything interesting besides little morons of the: “Drink that warm milk in the coffe” kind. I was the only one who caught her attention to the point where she gave me her full availability to know me. And I think she told me that about a hundred times. And obviously my ego was up in the stars.
It was dinner time, we left with a promise, make her man feel useless and make his ego “feel like a cuckold”. We exchanged our numbers and we texted the whole night.
That same night, she sent me a picture where you could clearly see the interest of her husband in her, laying on the couch indifferently, rummaging in his pants watching porn. Till here, nothing weird, but he lasted about 3 minutes in bed (she told me).
The next day she called me and told me: I trust you, suprise me!
Her husband used to get out of work at 7 pm, and got home at about 7:20.
I gbot at their house at 6:30, I got the room ready and hid as soon as I heard him coming.
As he opened the bedroom door, with the complicity of the wife, we threw him on the bed and she undressed him. He, a 40 year old man, kinda short and skinny but with a good look, your usual southener with blue eyes, resisted espacially after I came out with the rope. And I tied him, with his wrists behind his back and his ankles very close. I grabbed his blue and white striped tie thrown on the ground by the wife and closed his mouth with a tight loop. I put him on the floor laying on his back and dismantled my bag, on the bed, in front of their eyes. He was afraid those toys would get used on him and he started shaking like a leaf. And I got more and more turned on by the idea that he could be more scared of what he would’ve really seen.
She started listing all that wasn’t working between them, sex was in the list.
Meanwhile, I sat on the bed and started playing with my cat o’ nine tails whip, making it go through my fingers while I was listening to the wife making her list.
She turned the page and wrote down what he had to do, to every bulletpoint he widened his eyes, I was getting closer to her, offering her the whip. I was about 3 inches from her, he understood that something strange was about to happen, in fact, I grabbed her by her hair and kissed her in front of him, helpless and visibly turned on. The situation was so exciting that I can’t deny I felt something growing inside my pants too.
With her hair in my hands, I out her on her knees in front of me and looking at her top-down I instructed her to touch herself while her other hand had to touch her husband’s pleasure. But her stare couldn’t be taken away from my eyes, not even for a second.
I, obviously, commanded him to try and not get turned on, but unluckily for him, he got punished with 2 whippings on his milky white butt.
So I got my cotton rope, and ordered her to tie up the man’s pleasure, ready to be pulled in case of danger, she said. The rope was wrapping the base of his penis and running around his balls too, creating a sort of collar and leash situation.
I turned her around doggy-style and I started my education ritual, ounishing her for the bad things she told her husband, making her thank me at every hit with a “Thank you, Sir”.
Her husbandhad goosebumps everywhere.
I looked around and saw on ther nightstand, some massage oil of a known brand, it was edible. I grabbed it, got closer to him and made it drip on the ground.
I went on the bed, got a vibrator, the most beautiful I had, it was fuchsia had 12 vibrations and it was about 7 to 8 inches, and I gently pushed it in the pleasure of her. It was a lake down there, so the effort was nothing but PURE PLEASURE. That unmistakable sound of the female pleasure in feeling something pushing in and out is something intoxicating.
I got closer to her hearand with a hand on her firm butt cheeks I told her: “Grab the cuckold by the horns and make him clean the floor”, she shivered…
She grabbed her husband by his hair and commanded him to lick that liquid from the ground. In the mean time my whip was giving harder and harder hits.
I decided, though, it was time to hear the cuckold’s sound, so I grabbed his wife by the hair, put her on her knees, unbuckled my belt and, dragging the zipper down, I brought down my underwear as well, showing off what I had to give her.
I moved her closer to me, tilted her faceup and whispering I said to her: “I don’t know what sound cuckolds do, but I know pretty well what bad wifes sound like” and her, smiling stuck her tongue out, opened her mouth and made my pleasure disappear in front of the astonished eyes of the husband who was hinting a slight pleasure.
At that sight, she pulled at the leash making him lose any sort of pleasure.
I put her on the bed with her legs spread and I started licking her, showing my butt off to the cuckold, making him imagine what was happening in front of me and that he couldn’t see. My tongue was running up and down on that clitoris as in a skiing competition and her, visibly excited, was touching my hair. _Her chills were tickling me for how strong her pleasure was.
I knelt down on her right side, letting the husband see what was going on, I put my fingers inside his wife’s pleasure. My right hand was getting in towards her, while my left hand was stimulating her clitoris, resulting in a trippy squirting to her say, never happened before.
The pleasure of him was like a spring, it strechted and went back to normal after she pulled on the leash.
I reached out with my hand, got a condom, the first I grabbed.
She snatched it off my hand, opened it, rolled it for the first half, put it in her mouth and made it glide onto my pleasure ever so slowly. She got up, positioned herself doggy-syle and told me: “screw me!”
I grabbed her by the hair, brought her to the ground, turned him around and put her on his face making him give her a breath taking facesitting.
I started letting her feel me inside of her. Pounding harder and harder with my balls passing in front of the man’s eyes.
I kept giving her pleasure for hours, while he was trying to get attention from her.
I took the condom off, put her mouth on my balls and moving her head in front of me I made my pleasure explode into her mouth, already full of words and pleasure from before.
I got clean in silence, put everything back in the suitcase, got dressed up and with a hand wave I left, leaving her on her knees still dripping with pleasure and him tied up.
I saw her again a couple days later in a shopping mall in Vercelli, she got close to the car before I closed it, got on her knees, lowered her head and lifted the rope to my chest, giving it to me, ending with a: “Thank you, Sir”.
From that time on, for various happenings, I haven’t seen them, but I think that if the husband was to see me, he would definitely remember “what sound the cuckold makes”.