Mag-log in"Ohhhhh fuck," she gasped. "Oh fuck, yes."Others surrounded her face. She sucked Josh while her hands...still cuffed...remained stretched overhead. Regis guided her fingers around his thickness, her grip struggling to circle it.The vibrator buzzed on, nonstop, relentless.Her orgasms came like contractions...one building into the next, no space for recovery, no pause. Derrick fucked her pussy for ten minutes before finishing across her stomach. Josh took his place. Then another man whose name I didn't catch, then another.Six gorgeous men fucked her pussy deep that first round. Four finished in her mouth.In her mouth, Joy swallowed every drop. After each, she opened her mouth, showed me her tongue, her empty palate, the evidence of her complete acceptance."More," she said, cum glistening on her lips.Her face was soaked...a mixture of saliva and semen. Her pussy was red, lips swollen, the vibrator still humming mercilessly against her clit.She looked at me and mouthed the words:
Josh. Compact, intense, the commercial real estate broker who negotiated million-dollar deals before lunch.Regis. Dark-skinned, elegant, the banker whose voice belonged on late-night jazz radio.And five others. James's friends. Men from Thunder Ranch. Ten in total, including us.They filed into the basement and formed a loose semicircle around the chair. Every one of them was fit, attractive, dressed in casual clothes...jeans, henleys, button-downs. They looked at Joy with open admiration, and something else. Reverence.Joy's breath came faster. Her chest rose and fell. I saw the moment fear flickered across her face...the old fear, the fear of judgment, of being seen as a slut, of losing herself.Then she looked at me.And something shifted."You know what you're doing," she said. Not a question."Yes.""And I know what I'll be doing."She turned her head, addressing the room. The men. Ten men who were here to worship her."Gentlemen," she said, and her voice was steady, "Welcome,
Her hand flew to her mouth, nearly exposing her tits under the quick movement of the linen. "Oh...my...god! I can't believe you did this.""The same James you told me about. Months ago. The one whose hand brushed your lower back. The one you thought about that night when you touched yourself. What he never told you was that he was also very interested in you, adn still is!"The color rose in her cheeks...a mix of embarrassment and recognition. A fantasy made concrete. Her breathing still uncontrolled.Joy exhaled, long and slow, intentionally to relax, "You really did plan everything.""I told you I would."She straightened her shoulders, standing in the living room in nothing but that open sheer blouse about ready to drop from her shoulders, sexy jean shorts, and four-inch heels. She now looked us both over, like a queen surveying her domain.After shaking my hand, James approached her in his dark jeans and a fitted henley, his brown eyes warm, his smile easy. He carried a small leat
Over the following several weeks, we selected eight additional gentlemen destined to entertain Joy like she had never been entertained before. If some don't show, we are still set.With the men selected, now all I had to figure out was the setting. Joy liked restraints, being immobile, and unending sensations taking her breath away, then the slave chair I just found may be just the ticket!Later scene...I texted James before work at 6:47 a.m."James, the chair's assembled. Tested the restraints myself. Joy's going to need that safe word. Can you suggest one she'll remember even when she can't remember her own name.""For a safe word, use a simple easy-to-remember word, one she can yell completely clear. 'Harder' is one of my favorites." he replied."Lol! Too funny. Seriously, I was thinking of suggesting 'Congress'. For sure that should stop any action whatsoever in its tracks!""Good one!" James agreed. "That should work. Let her know. She may already have her own too."Standing at
Another night, lying in the dark, she told me about a dream she'd had. In it, she was blindfolded. She couldn't see who was touching her, only feel...hands, mouths, the brush of unfamiliar skin, multiple men ravishing her. She woke up soaked, she said, her voice half-embarrassed and half-defiant, begging me to take her right then. I obliged.That one kept me awake for hours after she fell back asleep.The vulnerability itself was intoxicating. Every confession, every hesitant admission, every blush that crept up her neck when she said something she'd never dared say aloud...all of it drew me closer to her. I felt like we were moving from roommates to soulmates, together of one mind, and one body. Hers! The body that would experience the greatest desire and enjoyment of pleasure we could imagine. The only limit being our own minds.I started planning.Not hastily. Not without care. I knew my wife...knew her fears, her turn-ons, the precise nature of her desires. Knew that the wrong app
"I'm also afraid of how I look. Questioning why anyone would want my body the way it is today. I know guys still flirt with me, but I've always doubted if I look good enough, not really believing them. Again, I am tell you my internal experience. My concerns about me. All this time, I'm letting my anxieties, my fears, and my needs, rule what happens with us. I have not been thinking of us or you at all. I have only thought about me. And I am truly sorry."Tears were running freely now on both our faces. I moved without thinking, rounding the table and pulling her up into my arms. She buried her face against my chest, and I felt the warmth of her breath through my shirt, the slight tremble in her shoulders.We stood like that for a long moment. Letting the years of silence and pain drain out of us.Then Joy pulled back. Still holding my hands. Looking up at my eyes, unsure if love was there or not. My confident gaze back assured her it was.She still had it.The trim figure. The carefu





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