Weekend in the City

It was such a beautiful thing to see.

Our relationship had progressed quickly over the last year and a half.

We had bought a house together, and begun experimenting with bondage and discipline. Within a few months, my wife had a black leather half cup bra and garter belt set, thigh high stiletto heeled boots, and a complete set of whips and restraints. Weekend nights, after dinner and dancing, our bedroom became a dungeon where I spent my time bound, gagged, and whipped, and learned my place in life, honing my pussy and boot licking s****s. After she came on my face, she'd often chain me spread eagle on the bed, then play with my cock, first stroking it, then whipping me, finally mounting my cock and riding it to another orgasm, all the while telling me how useless it was.

More and more often, as she beat my ass or whipped my balls, our banter focused on possible solutions to my shortcomings, and I'd suggest that she might consider a MMF threesome. It wasn't uncommon for our sessions to end when, while riding my dick to an orgasm, she'd ask "Do you want to see your wife getting fucked by a real man?" and I'd immediately blow my load.

Over the next few weeks, on our nights out, she dressed to **** and spent more time flirting than usual. I found myself watching her enjoying herself dancing, while I sat on a bar stool with a raging hardon tenting my pants. Things boiled over the night when I declined her idea of bringing her evening's dance partner back to our house. Suffice it to say I had never seen her that pissed off at me.

When I bailed on her again in a repeat scenario the following week, she stormed back into the club, and I watched as she came out arm-in-arm with the stud she had been dancing with the last hour and got into his red Vette.

Four hours, three men, and multiple orgasms later, the rising sun framed her kissing her stud goodbye in our front doorway. We both knew there was no turning back.

From that point on, she was on the hunt every weekend. I called it the walk for cock, strolling around the club, scoping out the room and seeing what drew her interest. Most nights, I endured the bouncer's knowing smile, as I trailed behind my wife and her newest conquest leaving the club.

Although we left as a threesome, most times I was relegated to serving ****** while they got better acquainted on the living room couch. It quickly went from me and her stud pleasuring her together, to her allowing me to watch, to then being dismissed from her bedroom entirely when she was entertaining a guest.

I was in cuck heaven, jerking off to the sound of our headboard banging against the wall, interspersed with the moans of my sexy wife getting the hot pussy pounding she needed. Usually, I'd get a quick mercy fuck after her bull left, and then she'd spread her legs. She had figured out that the more creampies she fed me, the more pliant I was with our evolving lifestyle.

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She was looking forward to this trip since our last vacation. In anticipation of visiting here, she had kept in touch with Michael, a single guy we met at a resort where she took a liking to him. She fucked him four of the seven days we were there.

I was also looking forward to the trip. I figured there might be some good opportunities to watch her at play.

Friday night, Mike met us at our hotel, and we proceeded upstairs to our room. He knew why he was there, immediately whipping his big dick out as soon as I closed the door. She dropped to her knees, and I watched as she began to lovingly kiss his bulbous dickhead, then licking each side of his shaft while massaging his balls.
She slid her lips over his shaft, head bobbing as she hungrily swallowed his meat.

"Missed me, huh?"

"Mmm, hmm."

"Not getting enough at home?"

She laughed, looked over at me, and said, "With the two pump chump? You know better than that. That's why you're here."

We all quickly stripped. She pushed him back on the bed, and climbed on his fuck stick. I shot some pics as she rode him to a powerful orgasm.

As they took a smoke break before round two, Michael eyed the riding crop that was sitting on top of the clothes in my wife's open suitcase. He grabbed it, and posed for some shots with my wife. If he noticed the welts on my ass cheeks, he was polite enough to not mention them.

Before long, they were back at it. She slid her slimy pussy down on his huge cock, and rode it till his jackhammer brought her to her third orgasm. He left her well satisfied, and after I cleaned up his three loads, we were done for the night.

The following night, after a late dinner, I watched as she dressed for our first visit to a sex club. She had opted for a slinky, off-the-shoulder black dress over a lingerie set. She carefully applied smoldering super-smoky blue eye shadow and heavy mascara, and then finished off her look with deep ruby red lips that matched her nails.

We were both excited but also a little nervous. With all you read about sex clubs, we had no real understanding of the reality. We were both unsure of how we'd fit in. I was pretty sure I couldn't measure up to the type of guys that'd be sex club regulars, and worried that I'd be a detriment to her having fun there. On her part, I had gleaned from her comments that she expected that there would be a bevy of sexy, drop dead gorgeous model types that would be drawing all the attention.

We entered the club, walked around and scoped out the place. The dance floor was just filling in, and we grabbed seats on a couch off to the side.

Soon after, she was approached by a sissy male, who dropped to his knees in front of her. He was dressed in a blue silk pinafore, with a lacy white blouse underneath. He asked if he might kiss her feet; she smiled.

"Of course."

He covered her red pumps with soft kisses, and, after a thorough tongue polishing, she slipped her feet out and said, "Worship them, sweetie." He went to work, kissing and massaging her feet, sucking her toes with abandon.

Ten minutes later, she bent over and whispered in his ear. He stood up, lifted up his dress, and pirouetted in front of her.

"Aren't you a sassy sissy? Displaying such a little dick in public like that. I think you need a good spanking."

She pointed to her lap, and he assumed the position while holding his dress above his waist, ass cheeks up with his cock between her legs. She gave him a bare hand spanking, alternating from one cheek to the other, increasing the intensity until his flaming red cheeks trembled and he whimpered as he blew a small load on the floor between her feet.

He got up, smoothed down his dress, thanked her, curtsied, and sauntered on his way.

By then, the dance floor had filled up, and the party started into full gear. There were couples making out , some partially disrobed, some topless women, and on the perimeter of the room, some folks nude dancing or enjoying conversations, others engaged in blow jobs, pussy licking, and fucking.

After another round of ******, she stood up and peeled off her black dress, handed it to me, and I headed off to the lockers to undress and stow our clothes. She looked hot as hell, clad in her red satin corset and garter belt. Under the garter belt, her black mesh crotchless panties with red satin piping framed her pussy lips, thrusting out from her beautiful blond bush and still somewhat red and swollen from the last night's fuckfest. The quarter cup bra showcased her fulsome breasts and pert nipples. Her long legs were encased in black sheer thigh high stockings with back seams, and little red bows detailed on the back, set off by her red fuck me pumps.

As we headed out to the dance floor, I couldn't help but think how she had changed over the last year. We had first met when we worked together on a community organizing effort. Soft spoken, intelligent, and well respected, over time she emerged as a leader of the group, a woman who could talk to anyone and relate to all kinds of people. As she found her voice, her self awareness and personal growth led to her embracing her feminity and sexuality in a masculine world, dressing sexier and no longer deflecting attention from herself.

Since she had begun taking lovers, my wife's confidence had skyrocketed. From a mildly assertive woman who had doubts about her desirability and sexual attractiveness, she had blossomed into an alpha female, a woman who expected to have her pick of most men in a room.

Tonight was no exception. As she moved seductively on the dance floor, I watched her sizing up the guys who had drifted over to check her out. After a few dances, we secured a high top table.

Just as our ****** arrived, she looked behind me at a naked man approaching us, picked up her *****, and joined him on the dance floor. I was treated to the sight of my wife dressed like a high-priced call girl dancing with a big-dicked stud. She was shaking her booty, and he began rubbing his hands all over her body. Before long, despite all the movement, they locked lips and her tongue snaked deep in his mouth. They ended the song swaying to the music, spooned together, with his cock nestled between her ass cheeks and his hands caressing her stiff nipples.

She came back to our table, all smiles, with her new friend trailing behind. In one quick motion, she drained her *****, put the glass down in front of me, reached behind her, grabbed his shaft, and led him away to a plush cushioned bench on the perimeter of the dance floor. It wasn't lost on me that her hand didn't even cover half of the length of his boner.

To be continued.

Super