This is a recounting of a series of visits to this couple's apartment I first posted here in July 2021 under the title of "The Food Court".
https://www.cuckoldplace.com/2_94400_1.htmlI mentioned in the story that the sex got more and more unconventional. This is an extreme example of how far we went one month. With that fair warning, please feel free to bypass this post if it doesn't suit your tastes.
Finally, no matter how extreme it was, it was voluntary. Greg (with some reservations) agreed to everything we required.
Chapter 1
I wasn't the first lover Cara had, but they both wanted to push things into unfulfilled places with me.
I found out from her that Greg wanted to be pissed on. Her previous guys weren't into it at all. I didn't have the same reservations. It was going to happen. At an unexpected moment.
She and I did some planning a few weeks ahead, but mentioned nothing to him. The night I stayed, we had him dress up in lacey sheer lingerie, slutty makeup and cheap pink wig.
He served us food and champagne for about an hour, then was told to lay down on his back. We got on top of him to start f*cking, but wouldn't let him get his tongue near the action. It was driving him up the wall, so I relented and gave him permission to lick my ass while we finished.
Once done, we used his face to wipe ourselves off. But the fun was only starting.
Rather than letting him wash, we told him we would take care of it, but he would have to beg us for it. At that point he knew what was coming.
So he begged while we pretended to think it over. About 5 minutes in, we sent him to the shower stall fully clothed to wait about 20 minutes while the wife and I had more wine and lots of water.
Joining him after, Greg sitting patiently in the stall, I yelled at him to put his wig back on. When he did and got on his knees, we told him to beg us again to wash him off.
I was first. I drenched his face, then his head. She told him to open his mouth, grabbed my cock and directed the stream there. Spitting the first mouthful out earned him a slap from her. "Dr1nk it piss boy!", Cara commanded. She even had him hold a mouthful while I finished soaking him before swallowing it all. And he did. Once I was drained, I insisted he thank me for the honor.
Almost bursting, it was her turn. Cara got up close and completely covered him head-to-toe. Finished, she had him thank us again and promise to do whatever we wished for the honor in the future.
We closed the glass doors with instructions for him to stay there and that he would be punished if we heard any running water.
So he sat there for about 2 hours, soaked head-to-toe, eventually falling asl eep on the cold tile while I took her to their bed for more sex and idea planning.
When we walked back into the bathroom a few hours later, he had just stirred, squirming needing to pee. I gave him permission, but had him lay on his back, lift his legs and piss on his face and into his mouth. She told him to stay that way and jerk himself off into his full mouth too.
Done, we left him again. Both of us got up in the early hours to empty our bladders on his face and outfit again.
Cut to the morning when we would all sit down and talk things over, he told us at first he didn't like all of the demands, then eventually got fully behind it... that it was one of the most erotic nights of his life.
We reminded him of his promise to do anything.. ANYTHING we wished to make it happen again. And he did.
Chapter 2
After these events, I didn't push things further with Cara and Greg for a while. It was my own reluctance to subject him to any more degradat1on than we gave him. Hindsight can be funny like that.
So we fell into "a routine". Cara didn't mind. She was getting plenty of sex, and Greg still had to dress up (sometimes even in public settings). So it wasn't what you would call "vanilla". I'd even have him greet me at their door on his knees naked, shaved and painted, giving me a worshipful BJ while the door was partly open on the chance upstairs tenants might show up.
At some point, Cara started asking me what I had in mind to take things farther with him. We discussed and tried a few new things, but nothing extreme.
That changed when they took matters into their own hands. They had been talking about that "golden shower" night and his promise to do whatever we demanded. She got him to agree to do something to show he was serious. And here's what happened.
I woke up on a Sunday morning "tenting" my bedsheets. I called Cara and said I'd be over to have it taken care of. "YES!" was her reply. During our brief chat, her voice had an unusual level of nervous excitement.
When I arrived, Greg wasn't at the door. She said he was in the basement finishing up a project. The smell of strong coffee came from the kitchen, so we sat for a bit and talked on this and that. Like anything caffeinated, coffee runs right through me after about 1/2 hour. I found out later this was part of their plan.
Her hand unzipped me, pulled out my VERY stiff cock, and lead me to the bedroom.
We got undressed and on top of the covers. She started a fantastic tongue treatment and BJ on me, then surprised me by pushing my legs up and diving into my ass. I was caught off-guard because only her husband had that job to do for us both. Her tongue pushed deep inside me. A few minutes later, she looked straight into my eyes and asked, "You like that?". I growled "Yeah. Keep going!". When I'd had enough, I told her to get ready to f*ck. She turned around on all fours and started moaning. I slipped into a VERY wet pussy. She came in just a few minutes.
Rather than continuing, she said to f*ck her ass. She absolutely LOVED that. Sometimes more than other sex. Typically, when doing it, I wear a condom. She said "no" this time. It had to be bareback. I didn't care at that point.
I took my time. She wanted it rougher, faster and harder. But my 'control switch' got flipped on, and I teased her with a slow, slow railing. After almost 15 minutes, it did the trick. She was thrashing and yelling as she tipped over the edge. Shortly after, I erupted insided her ass for the first time.
Almost immediately, she got up, walked to the basement door (their apartment had access to the basement) and called Greg up. He was in the bedroom in less than a minute. On all fours again, she pointed her rear to him and explained where I had just filled her, telling him, "You know what to do". With a doubtful look in his eye, he brought his face level with lovely ass.
"Wait. Clean him up first", she demanded. So he gave my cummy, rank-smelling cock a thorough cleansing. I had him thank me for the gift, then told him to start with his next treat.
As he started on her, Cara began pushing my cum out. He wanted to lick it up, but she told Greg to push his face into it. A wad of it draped over his nose and he was then given permission to eat the rest as more came out.
I started feeling the effects of that morning's coffee, so I excused myself and headed for the bathroom. Sitting on the bowl, I heard some talking and shuffling coming from the bedroom. They both showed up at the door naked. Him still looking squeamish and her almost triumphant.
When I was finished defecating, I reached for the toilet paper when I heard Cara say, "Wait! Greg has something special to do. Would you mind standing up and bending over"? This was new. And I wasn't sure where it was going, but I had an idea.
"Go ahead Greg. If you want to be pissed on again, get to work".
So he knelt behind me, spread my ass and gave me a very devoted tongue cleaning. Cara was breathing heavy with excitement. And, in another first, I was getting the first of many 'toilet paper' treatments.
When we sat down later to talk about it, he said it was always a fantasy of his and that he would do it any time and place I wished.
At that point, a more extreme idea came to mind. And I was determined to make it happen the next time I visited.
Chapter 3
It took a few days to get the details lined up in my head. The next time Cara and I met at my place, I told her a part of what I had in mind. At first, she reacted by saying he wouldn't do it. But as we talked on, she got more excited (and wet).
It was a natural step from our last experience, so Cara agreed. It was important we kept him mostly in the dark about it. So she agreed to tell Greg only that we had something special planned for him.
One note of mention. With all the deep ass cleansing he was doing for us, I wanted them both to go to his doctor and explain his love of licking asses and if any antibiotics could lessen the risk of infection. Two were prescribed.
Saturday rolled around and I showed up with groceries to make dinner. I told him to stay in his male clothes in case we needed anything else. He seemed disappointed, but thems the breaks.
I'm a good cook, and we were all looking forward to the meal. About 10 minutes before serving, I told Greg to get us some red wine, but go to a different store farther away. When he questioned why, I told him if he didn't do what I asked, he wouldn't get his surprise. Round trip was about 40 minutes.
While he was gone, Cara and I had dinner on the living room couch. After, we undressed and waited for Greg to return. She was still nervous and doubtful about what was happening, so I had her lay back while I alternated licking her eager pussy while stopping to give her more details. Her moans got louder as her back arched.
As that happened, Greg walked in. It was time.
He saw the two empty plates and glasses with a confused look on his face. I said, "Don't worry. There's more to eat. Why don't you take those clothes off and get on all fours".
We left an empty rigid plastic plate in the kitchen and asked him to crawl there, pick it up with his teeth and crawl back to us. He dropped it at my feet and waited. I told him Cara had heard the rest of what I planned for the evening and had her spread her legs to show him how excited she was.
I said to Greg, "Today is your lucky day. You get to show us how obedient you are". With that, I stood up, turned around, and had him hold the plate under my ass as I squatted. I hadn't used the toilet that day, so what came out filled the plate. Done, he put the full plate down as I instructed him to clean me thoroughly.
When I was satisfied, I pointed to the dish and said, "Take care of that". As he thought I meant bring it to the toilet, he got up, lifted it and headed to the bathroom. I stopped him mid-way and said, "Where are you going with that? Bring it back here". More confused, he returned where I pointed to the floor where we had put newspaper down.
Back on his hands a knees, I layed out what was next. "This is my gift to you. You're going to eat all of it in front of us. We want you to take a big mouthful, show us, chew it thoroughly and swallow it". He looked dumbfounded. Even Cara turned pale. He started to object that he couldn't do it and pleaded with me not to make him. I countered that it was an honor for him at this point, and that he was already used to the flavor from our asses and my dirty cock.
It took him a few minutes to get up the courage to crawl over and decide to go ahead with it. So she and I got on the floor, her on all fours, me behind her with a raging hard-on.
"Go ahead, Greg. Show us how grateful you are". Turning to Cara, half crazy wanting to f*ck, I said, "Why don't you help your husband out and encourage him. Don't be afraid to lean in and call him names to keep him motivated".
He lowered his head, but stopped short. I told him to lick it first to get used to the flavor. Slowly, he did. Then I had him "french kiss" it, pushing his tongue deep into it, then taking a tentative bite.
That's when I signaled Cara to give him some motivation. She said, "Go ahead. Eat what you have on your plate!" Each time she gave him instructions, she got bolder as she got more desperate to f*ck. She started to call him names when I slowly slipped inside her.
Making a face, Greg swallowed his first mouthful. I scolded him for not chewing it first and changed tactics. I said, "Ok. I'll let that go for now. Let's play a game". Part of my plan earlier was for Cara to tell him a week before that she was going off the pill, so me f*cking her bareback took on an extra element of excitement. I explained the game like this:
"You know your wife is no longer on birth control and she could easily get pregnant now, but if you can guess 3 things I ate these past few days, I'll stop f*cking her, OK?"
What it meant was that he had to chew and taste it thoroughly to guess correctly. He also had to thank me after each mouthful. It took about 10 more minutes for him to guess the right foods. As I went on slowly plowing Cara, I congratulated Greg and had one more question.
"Be honest with me, Greg. How does it taste? Don't worry about hurting my feelings". He replied by saying it tasted terrible, it was gritty and sickening. I said, " Well that isn't fair to make you go through that". That's when I pulled out of Cara, walked over to him, knelt down and jerked onto the top of the remaining 1/2 pile. "That should help. Now you can finish it. Start by speading my cum around". He tried to raise a hand to do so, but I told him no hands. Looking puzzled again, I said he should use his face to do it.
When he was done, I had him push his face into the mix and hold it for a bit til I gave him permission to keep eating. Following my instructions, I stood up, aimed my now flaccid dick towards his head and let loose what felt like a waterfall there. As it was flowing he was told to 'finish his meal'. At the end, he had to lick the plate clean, wash it well in the kitchen and return to show us. He also had to wash our dishes too.
Satisfied, I ordered him to bed, but without brushing his teeth or washing his face.
Cara, by then, was breathless to f*ck again and I could feel my cock starting to stir. Off we went for the night while Greg had sensory reminders of his role.
I left early to finish a job at home and didn't have a chance to sit down with them both to discuss the night before.
She called me excited later that day. It seems Greg made a confession that morning to her. He said what he did was part of a fantasy he never spoke of. And although it was difficult to get it all down, he got more and more aroused after bedtime and was willing to do it again. And he did. Each time with a new twist.
One downside was that, shortly after eating it, the smell came off his skin for about 4 days. It prompted him to take multiple daily showers, use deodorant, powder and lots of aftershave to mask it.
I hope you enjoyed the retelling as much as I had acting it out. It's likely the only time I'll ever write on it or any similar experience.
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