Almost the Perfect Couple — 3
Chapter 3.
The Torture Chamber on the Second Floor
We were silent during the short drive to the house, thoughtfully glancing at each other, lost in thought. Each of us was processing and reliving what had happened, savoring the palette of feelings present during sex, which blossomed with new, additional shades during group sex.
I looked at my wife with particular affection and admiration, feeling a surge of tenderness… Those who haven't tried such relationships won't understand, thinking our infidelities are an act of non-love, though it's precisely the opposite – it's complete and absolute trust. But this is comprehensible to mature individuals who have crossed the threshold of selfishness, distrust
and mere carnal pleasures.There was no need to hurry, and I drove the car, parting the bright Crimean night with my hands-headlights. I crept between the edge of the forest and the fence, turned around on the tiny patch of ground.
The night silence wrapped us in a warm blanket. It seemed to me like our first successful date, and now would be our first night together, which would open new facets of our relationship.
Masha looked with a clouded, lustful gaze, lost in a daze from what had happened, but through the haze, I saw her true self. She reached out her hand, squeezing my palm, placed a hand on my shoulder.
"You know, I've never admitted this before, but… you are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life."
I'm not good with feelings, and with confessions even less so, and I preferred to remain silent… We sat in the car, immersed in darkness, our own thoughts, shared memories of what had happened, and light, languid fantasies about the near future…
Until my wife snapped me out of my pleasant reverie.
"Honey, I'm going to fall asleep… If you want to continue – let's go into the house…"
Masha can fall asleep anywhere and anytime, comfortably, regardless of the cataclysms and catastrophes happening around. It's one of the few skills I envy.
The ringing cicadas crashed down in a wave of sound, the freshness from the pine forest and the sea stretched like a cool breath. Dried and uncollected grass crunched underfoot – I'm not much of a homeowner. The door opened with a creak – see point one.
Bright light cut into my eyes – Masha entered first and turned on the light.
"Honey, I'm taking a shower! I need to wash off the smell of another man!"
Water began to ring out loudly. I took off my extra clothes, remaining in my birthday suit. At home, I prefer to walk around casually. I padded barefoot to the second floor and collapsed onto the wide marital bed – a double bed adjacent to the ceiling of the attic floor, next to a wide window. In the window, the bulk of the forest was discernible, where close, shaggy green branches dance under winter winds, wandering with shadows, creating gloomy plots from the Brothers Grimm fairy tales. But now – a summer night, which I wanted to spend with my beloved woman.
But… I had to wait. Masha likes to linger in the shower, and she doesn't pick out clothes quickly either… But I had something to occupy myself with while my wife washed, rinsing away the smell and taste of infidelity: I was remembering again how we fucked her together, and my beloved enjoyed it. And I felt admiration for Masha's depravity and liberation…
My cock was coming to life, and I started helping with my hand… No, really, she's taking a long time…
Masha entered, and I forgot what I was thinking about… She looked magnificent, and her outfit – a white, transparent long robe and a transparent bodysuit – emphasized her natural beauty.
The appearance of my beloved woman completed the arousal process… When my wife approached the bed, my cock was standing like a rock…
"Do you want to continue?"
"Naturally… I like fucking you…"
I didn't let my beloved settle down, jumped up, and grabbing her sharply by the waist, pulled her to me, sinking into a kiss. I hadn't yet reached the tenderness of a couple, the passion of the trio was still boiling, and I wanted to realize it! I kissed Masha long and greedily, remembering how half an hour ago my beloved was giving a blowjob to her lover with these lips while I gently penetrated her, and from excitement I was ready to cum…
I stroked her ass, lifting the robe and shifting the bodysuit from her buttocks, squeezing and massaging, knowing that Masha was prepared for anal penetration too. Her hot skin was covered in goosebumps from pleasure, and my wife moaned, breathing heavily.
"I need to punish you for your depravity," I said, tearing myself away from my wife's lips.
And without letting her recover, I pushed her towards the wall. Right by the entrance stood a cross… yes, that one, for BDSM, with the difference that we disguised it as a coat rack… When rare guests smiled meaningfully, we replied: "It's a coat rack, not what you're thinking, perverts!"
I had prepared the straps in advance, and Masha didn't have time to object, and I raised her hands and fastened them, so that she would be not only accessible but also defenseless.
We kissed again, intertwining tongues and greedily licking lips. I held my beloved by the hips, moving as if penetrating her.
I broke away from the kisses and ran my tongue along her neck, lightly biting. I took her by the hair and began to tease: approaching for a kiss, barely touching, and when Masha tried to respond and reach out, I held her back. After playing a little, I bent down, fastening her legs to the cross. Now her ankles were tightly bound with leather straps, and her hips were spread, and I could do whatever I wanted with my beloved.
My fingers stroked her bare thighs near her bud, and from her breathing and slight trembling, it was clear my wife would cum soon. My other hand rested on her lower abdomen and pubis, stroking and squeezing them.
Masha's moans turned into a hoarse cry, her body shuddered, and she, writhing on the cross, came loudly, so that if there were curious neighbors under the windows, they would have understood without mistake what was happening.
My hand rested between her legs, feeling that the bodysuit was soaked…
"How did you behave today, you slut?" – I whispered, looking into her deep green whorish eyes.
"Very badly, my master!" – my beloved moaned.
"And what did you do?" – I lightly squeezed her labia, not causing pain, but ready to do so.
"I gave a blowjob to another man."
"And did you like it?" – I squeezed harder, making Masha moan… and let go…
"I liked that you were nearby."
"Were you teasing me, slut?" – I slapped Masha between the legs, feeling moisture under my fingers. And squeezed her lips hard.
"Ye-es," my wife moaned.
"Good girl. I love depraved sluts. Does it arouse you to tease me?"
I didn't let her answer, kissing the unfaithful depraved woman, continuing to caress her womb. My fingers found her clitoris and massaged it through the thin lace of her underwear. With two fingers, I fucked my beloved, and the fabric soaked with lubrication. The buttons gave up without a fight, which I rarely manage – to handle women's fastenings. Now the fabric didn't protect my wife's womb.
Holding my cock with my hand, I ran it along her depilated pubis… And at that moment, Masha, aroused by the situation and my touches, moaned loudly, exploding with an orgasm.
I, not letting her recover, inserted three fingers into her vagina and began to fuck her roughly and sharply. The abundance of lubrication softened the penetration. It flowed over my fingers, smearing over her thighs. My wife tried to move her legs, but the cross held them fixed.
In her past life, she had many men, but she hadn't tried this pleasure before. And although it hurts her both during and the next day, it's worth it…
Slowly, not wanting to cause more pain than necessary, trying to balance between it and pleasure, I penetrated her vagina with my palm. I entered and, feeling her tense and ready to moan, pulled my hand out. This continued for a long time, and Masha no longer understood what was happening, only, closing her eyes, weakly moaned when my palm plunged into her… I liked watching the expressions of pain and pleasure appear on my wife's face…
When my beloved hung helplessly on the cross, weakly holding onto her shaky legs, I withdrew my hand and, squeezing her labia, pulled them, wanting my wife to moan and ask to stop.
Masha was silent, biting her lip, not wanting to stop the sweet pain. Her labia slipped from under my fingers from the incredible amount of lubrication. My fingers found her clitoris and began to fiddle with it, feeling the piercing in it, how it trembled, massaged and squeezed, touching the base. My fingers stroked the bead, wanting to bring my beloved to orgasm, slid along the bud, touching the hole and returning.
Masha, closing her eyes, licked her lips, begging me to kiss her, and I didn't resist our mutual desires. Our tongues intertwined, and at that moment my wife moaned, arching from a pulsating orgasm… We froze: she hanging helplessly on the cross, leaning on me, I – holding my beloved, as a decent (not like me) husband should.
"Untie me… I can't take it anymore…" – my wife whispered, – "it's your turn to cum!"
"Does a slut have the right to speak?"
"No, master…"
"Then shut up, and do what you're told!"
"Yes, master!"
"Do you want to feel your master's cock after touching another?"
"I really want to, master!"
"The slut was incredible! I almost came inside you, watching you!" – I continued one of Masha's favorite BDSM games: slave and master.
I directed my cock between her legs, and it slid along her lips, wet from lubrication, squelching and touching her clitoris, and from the touches my wife cried out as if from an electric shock – her arousal after several orgasms didn't diminish – the game kept her in tone, even though Masha threatened to fall asleep.
With the hem of the robe, I wiped off the excess lubrication so as not to lose sensitivity when I penetrated her womb. I pressed the head against the hole and slowly pushed. The head plunged into the vagina and came out. I moved back and forth, holding my beloved by the hips, but didn't thrust in completely, making her balance on the edge of orgasm. Masha desperately tried to impale herself on the cock, but I held her back, teasing the unfaithful slut. She moaned and even whimpered, whispering something and biting her lip.
"Enter me, master…"
I thrust sharply into her womb, my wife cried out, sinking into a kiss, and I felt her vagina convulsively contract, trembling with orgasm. We froze for a moment, listening to the sensations, trying to merge into one.
"Untie the slut?"
"Yes…" – Masha didn't call me master, distracting herself from the game to catch her breath and continue with renewed strength, pleasing me, not insisting on her own pleasure.
The straps loosened their grip, and Masha collapsed into my embrace. I helped her walk to the bed, we quieted down for a while. While she caught her breath, I caressed my cock, which was in a state of combat readiness, like a virgin teenager before his first act. But I wasn't planning to finish as quickly as a teenager.
Overcoming the sweet languor, my wife rose and stood before me, provocatively rotating her hips, reaching out her hands so I would sit. Her breasts – an excellent four-plus (I'm talking about the size) – were in front of my face. Masha stroked my shoulders and neck while my lips touched her nipples. Seizing the moment when I broke away from caresses and admiring her breasts, my wife pushed me, knocking me onto my back. Masha climbed on top, leaning down with kisses. Her tender lips touched my neck, chest, descended to my stomach, kissed my pubis. I held my breath, afraid to scare away the enchantment of her magnificent mouth.
A quick little tongue licked from my balls along the shaft. Her lips enveloped the head, and her hands dug into my hips. My cock plunged into Masha's mouth, she sucked it, smacking her lips, rolling her eyes in pleasure. My wife swallowed deeper than last time and released it. Even deeper and released… Until my cock was completely immersed in her greedy mouth, and her lips touched its base.
I took my beloved by the head, pressing down. I balanced on the edge, feeling I would cum soon, wanting to prolong the pleasure, stretch it out even a little, but I had already held back for so long: when we were three, while Masha was on the cross, and now, when my wife was demonstrating magnificence in bed.
My beloved felt my approaching orgasm. And she tore herself away from my cock, continuing to caress it with her hand.
"Do you want to cum from a blowjob? Or inside me?"
"Sit on my c*ck, slut," – during sex we allow rudeness, trying to avoid it in normal life. – "I want to cum inside you!"
"As you say, master," – my wife was playing the role again, enjoying it and giving pleasure.
She left the oral caresses and, sliding along my body, sat on top, touching the head with her bud. Moving her hips, Masha lowered herself onto my cock. It was her turn to tease – only the head entered. My wife moaned – she likes feeling me inside her…
I grabbed her by the hips and forcefully sat her down. My cock plunged into Masha, reaching her uterus, and hot semen gushed into her womb, in a pulsating stream, filling my beloved… No matter how hard I tried to hold back, I didn't last longer than a student's quickie.
Which is what I told my wife.
She smiled mysteriously.
"I'm not sure that even with today's morals, schoolboys are into crosses…"
"Who knows," I objected.
"Let's not find out," Masha parried, settling into my embrace. "We're good as we are…"
"Ye-es… You were magnificent today."
"Only today?"
"Today – especially…"
"Well, okay… Shall we sleep?"
"Any other suggestions?"
"There are, but we'll discuss them tomorrow…"