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A Cuckold Fantasy Story I Wrote & Hopefully Get To Try One Day!! I Am Tested Again My Girlfriend exercises her growing control over me once again, this time humiliating me in front of a large group of my best friends, gathered for a poker game. She teases them as they drink, making them horny, then makes me service their needs. I've written this as a fantasy, and would kindly ask your feedback. Every time my Girlfriend walked through the room, the game virtually came to a halt. Six sets of eyes, my own included, were watching her. At first, it was discreet looks, but as time wore on the stares became bolder. The guys around the table all knew her well. However, I don't think any of them had ever seen her looking so good. And I was certain they had never seen her without a bra, her breasts bouncing deliciously under the thin cotton summer dress that had seemed to become her trademark. It was unusual that she was there at all. Our poker games occurred about twice a year on average, and had been going on for many years. Only one of the guys, Tony, lived in town, with most of the rest living in our area. Blake had to stay over night, his home being well north. It took a little effort for us all to get together for these games, but it was worth it. The normal routine was for the host's family to clear out, making it an evening just for the guys. On this particular night, the were gone, but my Girlfriend's plans had suddenly fallen through at the last minute. And so it happened that she was home, and the distraction she created was evidence enough that the ‘guys only' practice of the past was well thought out. The start of the evening had been normal enough. The guys arrived about eight, and we spent a little time catching up on each other. When we took our seats and started playing poker, it was with the normal rowdiness that accompanied these events. The liquor flowed freely, mostly beer with shots of tequila thrown in from time to time. The stakes were low, the idea being fun, not gambling. If the big winner for the night went home $100 up, it was unusual. For the first couple of hours, my Girlfriend stayed back in our room, and the guys didn't even know she was there. There was many times when I wished they did, as the conversation tended to be crude and there was little doubt the voices carried easily down the hallway. At best I could moderate my own comments, and hope she didn't find the rest too offensive. When she finally came into the room, conversation came to a halt. The guys were all surprised to see her, and I was sure some were thinking back through their topics of conversation. My Girlfriend knew their wives. But she just smiled, and quickly put them all at ease. The hallway was raised above the dining room where we sat, and to a man we were all admiring the way the thin material of the dress hung so sexily on her<b> slender </font></b>body. The dark blue color, with the pattern of small flowers, obscured the details, but her shape underneath was readily apparent. She watched as we resumed play. I was sitting at the head of the table, with my Girlfriend behind me, and I could see the guys looking past me to steal glances at her as we played on. Noting that the mood was now quite a bit subdued, my Girlfriend flashed them all a dazzling smile and told them, 'Don't let my presence interfere with your fun.' With that, she headed off to the kitchen. As soon as she was out of sight the guys started hissing and throwing stuff at me, upset that I hadn't told them she was home. Judging by the clothes she had selected, I knew she liked being the only woman around so many men, so there was no reason to be concerned. 'Just relax, assholes, and play poker.' Resuming play, I poured another round of tequila shots and passed them out. It helped to put everyone at ease, and it wasn't long before the rowdiness returned. We played a few more hands, and quite frankly I wasn't doing too well, which led Mark to comment, 'Maybe we should get his Girlfriend to take his place.' That brought catcalls and laughter, which suddenly stopped when my Girlfriend came back into the room with a tray of sandwiches. She made a big show of delivering a sandwich to everyone at the table, pausing for a friendly word or two, putting everyone at ease once again. Serving me last, she then stood by my side and poured herself a shot of tequila. This prompted a few raised eyebrows as everyone paused to see if she would drink it. I knew she would, and wasn't the least bit surprised when she swallowed it in one gulp and poured a second. When she downed that one in similar fashion, everyone cheered in admiration. As we played on, I had no idea what she was up to, and decided to conduct a test. She was leaning on my chair, up against my left shoulder, and as Clint dealt another hand, I casually ran my left hand up the back of her nylon-covered leg. Out of sight of the rest of the guys, my hand continued its journey north, crossing from nylon to bare flesh and moving on until my suspicion was confirmed. Her pussy was bare under the dress, and the dampness my hand encountered left no doubt she was turned on. She looked down at me with a smile and a wink, then headed off to collect another round of beers from the refrigerator. The game paused as everyone watched her walk away. When she returned, I immediately noticed the change. Her dress buttoned from top to bottom on the front, and now the top and bottom buttons were undone. I was certain they had not been that way before, and I wondered how many of the other guys made the same observation. She passed out the beers and again her manner relaxed them all. One or two touched her back in thanks, and as she reached across to the table to collect the empties, I noticed her breasts brush across Blake's shoulder. Body language made it clear he enjoyed it, and when she carried off the empties to the trash a couple of the other guys were quick to point out how lucky he was. They were looking towards me, gauging my reaction, but I just smiled. She was definitely turning me on, too. Where was this going? Was my Girlfriend thinking gang-bang? She was intentionally dressing and acting sexy, and getting noticed. Is that all she wanted? These guys were my friends of many years, since college days for most of them, and I wasn't sure I wanted that friendship to become complicated. But I also knew my Girlfriend was now the dominant force in our marriage, and if she had something on her mind I was not likely to object. In the last few months I had given her control, and so far had no regrets. When she came back she had four buttons undone, two at the top and two at the bottom. This meant the top of her dress was free to open down to a spot between her breasts, and the bottom up to a spot just below her crotch. Others had to be noticing, and her boldness turned me on even more. When she poured another shot, we all joined her, Clint offering a somewhat drunken toast to a new tradition of having a beautiful woman in the house for our poker games. My Girlfriend was flattered and bent over to hug him across the shoulders, the act giving most of the table a good look at the space between her breasts. Her face was flushed from the liquor as she moved from place to place at the table, holding friendly conversations with each of the guys as we played on. The pace of the game had slowed considerably with the distraction, but no one seemed bothered. The pile of chips in front of me was at an all time low, and when one of the guys commented that she might have to bail me out, she just laughed. Then someone else added that she might have to be collateral to cover my debts if my luck didn't change. She came to stand behind me with a quick comeback, 'Looks like I better change his luck for him.' Her arms came around my shoulders and she leaned in to look at the hand I had been dealt, her breasts nestling in on either side of my neck. I couldn't be sure how it looked to the other guys, but it felt great. She held this position through a couple of hands, whispering repeatedly in my ear. While most of the guys figured she was commenting on the cards, only I knew she was offering a running commentary on how turned on she was. Even though it was incredibly distracting, my luck took a turn and I won two hands in a row. This led to calls from the other guys for help, but she just waved them off. Her last whispered comment before she moved caused me to freeze, 'I hope you're ready to serve, slut.' With that she turned away from me and started collecting the sandwich plates, giving a couple of good shots of cleavage along the way. As she headed back to the kitchen, I was still pondering her meaning. What was she up to? She came back into the room, but offered no clue, moving away from me in favor of attention from the other guys. They were getting bolder, placing hands around her waist on her legs as she talked to them, often leaning in so that her breasts brushed against them. At each stop around the table, she looked directly at me. I just watched. It was erotic to see so many different hands on my Girlfriend, and I could not help but wonder if any of them had concluded by now she had no panties on. Certainly a hand on her bare hip would leave you wondering. She proposed another round of tequila, and I knew that with her fourth shot she was reaching a point of no return. Tequila had always been an aphrodisiac for her. Everyone readily joined in, and this time in place of a toast, Mark proposed that if I lost another hand, my Girlfriend would be obligated to undo one more button. So it was confirmed, they had noticed. We drank down the shots, and my Girlfriend looked at me, 'Play well, my honors at stake.' It didn't seem fair, six guys playing and I had to win. Actually I came close, but in the end Mark took the hand, much to the joy of everyone else. Without pretense, my Girlfriend looked directly at Mark and said, 'You didn't specify top or bottom'. Well, I was thinking one of each, just like the last two times.' She chuckled, then shamelessly undid one of each. The guys all whistled and hooted in appreciation. Her dress was now unbuttoned to a point well below her breasts from the top, and even with her pussy from below. It wouldn't take much for the group to get a free shot. She promptly collected the empty beer bottles and headed off for another round, all eyes on her. She returned with a tray of new ones, and stood next to me as she passed them out. When she handed one to Andy at the opposite end of the table, she leaned well over. I saw the dress billow away from her body, and the looks on the guys faces made it clear they got the view they were hoping for. When she stood back up and Mark looked at me, 'You are one lucky SOB.' I grinned, but my Girlfriend responded. 'No, I'm the lucky one in this marriage'. Sounding like a compliment, all the guys hooted at that, but after a moment, Robert took the bait. 'How are you so lucky?' Without hesitation, she answered, 'I married a guy who will do anything I tell him to do.' All the guys knew me well and knew I was a very strong-minded person, so this comment immediately brought cries of 'pussy whipped!' followed by laughter. I was stunned by her comment, and catching me completely off guard, it must have shown on my face. As things quieted back down, Robert once again pressed her. 'How do you define anything?' 'Anything. He likes to entertain me.' Anger rose up quickly in me. How could she be doing this? Only I knew her exact meaning, but she was pushing the limit. These were friends, not acquaintances we met strictly for adult fun. They were definitely curious now, and looking at me to get my reaction. Maybe she was just pulling my chain? I fought down the anger and tried to relax, knowing that ultimately, I would do whatever she asked. I couldn't help it. Silently I prayed that she brought this situation under control and moved on. She had these guys turned on, and that was fine with me. If she had other things in mind, I didn't know how I was going to handle it. Robert wasn't going to let it go. 'I think that requires an explanation.' The game had come to a dead halt. Every one of them was nodding and smiling in agreement with Robert. She had piqued their curiosity, and quite likely my negative reaction had led them to the conclusion it was a topic worth exploring.. My Girlfriend stunned me again with her response. 'How about a demonstration instead?' 'Absolutely', was Robert's immediately reply, everyone else in quick agreement. I sat up and reached for the tequila. My hands were visibly shaking as I poured myself another shot and drank it. Then another. My anger was building, but when I turned to my Girlfriend to speak, her eyes silenced me. She was standing between Robert and I, a hand on the back of each of our chairs. Leaning slightly forward, her dress was open and I could clearly see her left breast. I realized that no one else had the same vantage point, so it was for me only. She smiled at me, and I recognized the evil I had seen in her in times past. The question on her face was simple, 'Do I still know my place?' 'Why don't you show these guys what I had you wear tonight?' It was decision time for me. She hadn't left me an out. When I had showered earlier in the evening, before the guests arrived, she had insisted I wear the pink silk panties with a pair of black garter belt style pantyhose that she liked to humiliate me with. In the end I had relented, knowing that it meant great sex could be expected later. I had been well aware of the panties when everyone first arrived, suffering from an irrational fear that somehow they could tell. But as the evening wore on, I had forgotten them. Now she reminded me rather harshly that I was wearing women's panties, and clearly expected me to let my friends know. No one else in the room knew what she meant, but they all now looked at me, waiting to see what was going to happen. As I looked around the table, I measured my years of friendship with these guys against my desire to be the best slut-husband possible whenever my Girlfriend demanded it. It had been fun in the past, but this was different. These were good friends. In the end, it was the expectant look on my Girlfriend's face that made the decision for me. She wanted me to obey her, and I knew I would. Humiliating me was part of her game, and in the end I enjoyed it as much as she did. With acceptance of my fate, I started pulling my shirttail out of my pants. My intent was top pull the lacy edge of the panties up enough to show, and then endure the comments. But when I looked to her, she was shaking her head no. 'That's not going to cut it. Let's get them off.' I stared at her in disbelief, but her resolve was obvious. Now I refused to look around the table for fear that I would die of embarrassment. She had laid down the gauntlet, telling these guys I would do whatever she asked. If I did, my relationship with them would be forever changed. If I did not, and made her look like a fool, the same could be said for my relationship with her. Recognizing clearly which one was most important, I stood. She said, 'Start with the shirt.' I hesitated a moment, then pulled it off over my head, dropping it to the floor. Some of the guys cheered while others whistled, clearly enjoying my predicament. Robert leaned over to her. 'What's he wearing?' 'You'll see.' Then turning to me she said, 'Let's go.' I slipped my shoes off which covered my nylon clad feet, then slowly undid my belt. My eyes never left hers, looking for mercy, but there was none. She wasn't going to back off. The guys had quieted, not really knowing what was going on. With great reluctance, I unsnapped my pants and lowered the zipper, holding them closed the whole time. She crossed her arms and smiled. She wanted this, wanted me humiliated at her command in front of my best friends, and the redder my face got the more expectant she became. I gave her one more pleading look, and she responded with a slightly nod of her head. 'No'. Never breaking eye contact, I released my pants and felt them puddle at my feet. The reaction was instantaneous. 'I'll be damned.' 'Unbelievable.' 'Holy shit.' 'Of all the people to be a pervert, I would have never guessed.' The humiliation was intense as I stepped out of my pants. I gave my Girlfriend my best 'are you satisfied now' look, but the glare I got in return chilled me. She wasn't. Robert looked at me, still snickering. 'Do you wear these often?' I couldn't speak, but didn't have to. My Girlfriend answered. 'Anytime I tell him to.' 'What else does he do?' 'Anything I tell him to.' 'Well then, I think that calls for another drink and further demonstration.' Robert started pouring shots while everyone else murmured their agreement. There was definitely a level of shock amongst my friends, and a little uneasiness, but they still seemed curious. My Girlfriend interrupted my thoughts, 'Go get our toy box, slut.' I don't know which surprised me more, the request, or her referring to me as 'slut'. I turned without question and headed down the hall, hearing behind me, 'You call him slut?' She had sent me to retrieve our box of sex toys, which we keep hidden in our closet. I passed by the mirror in our bedroom and was immediately overcome by embarrassment. I pulled the box out of the closet and hurried back past the mirror without another look. When I came back into the room, my Girlfriend was taking a shot with all eyes on her. Her drinking wasn't the cause for attention, she had now undone every button and her dress was hanging open. Her breasts were still covered but her pussy was visible, the hair just now coming back in from the shaving she had received a few weeks earlier. It was a wonderful sight, and at first no one noticed me standing there, looking ridiculous in women's pink panties and black nylons. My Girlfriend quickly brought the attention back to me, taking the box and ordering me to sit. 'These guys want to see what you do to entertain me.' No response was expected and I remained silent, so nervous I was shaking. 'Why don't you start by rubbing your cock hard for me inside those panties slut my Girlfriend ordered.' So I wasn't going to get off easy. My chair had been pulled back away from the table, but I was still facing all my friends. The poker game was clearly over, and I had two choices: flee, or do her bidding. The urge to run was overwhelming, but I closed my eyes tightly so I couldn't see the guys, and slowly moved my right hand to my crotch, starting a smooth rubbing motion. My anxiety was definitely working against me, and my body did not respond. I could hear their voices as they expressed their disbelief, and I tried hard to tune them out. It took several minutes, but then I felt a familiar twinge in my groin, and I actually started to get into the scene a little. I must have been making a face from closing my eyes so tightly, but I knew that if I looked around I might never get started again. I could feel the heat of humiliation in my face as it flushed red, but at the same time I felt a heat in my loins. As I hardened, I suddenly took a perverse pride in the size of my manhood. At least these guys would know I wasn't a slacker in that department. Now rock hard and straining against the panties, my Girlfriend offered encouragement. 'Very well done, slut. I think these guys doubted whether or not you would obey me.' Clint seemed to have read my mind, at least partially. 'Damn, if I had a package like that I wouldn't use it to be a pervert.' The other guys chuckled. My shame deepened, but my hand never quit working, continuing to rub my hard cock through the pink panties, surrounded by friends who had never seen me be anything other than a man's man. It was as humiliating an experience as I could remember, and although I didn't know it, it was about to get worse. With my eyes still closed, I heard my Girlfriend. 'He's being pretty cooperative so far, don't you think?' It was Robert that understood the innuendo and answered. 'What's next?' 'You want to see more?' 'Why not?' was Robert's reply. An abstract thought crossed my mind; none of the guys had objected or left. Out of five, it seemed unlikely that everyone would accept what was going on. But we were old friends, and in the end I concluded it was part drunkenness, part group dynamics, and probably part pleasure at seeing me humiliated. There had many times over the years when my ego had been a source of friction. Add in the fact that my Girlfriend had gotten them pretty worked up, and they were probably horny and eager to see what might happen next. From the noises I heard I assumed my Girlfriend was digging in the box. Then I heard some snickering, and Clint said, 'Oh, he's going to love that.' I kept my eyes closed, scared to look. Robert spoke next. 'What are you going to do?' 'Watch.' I felt my Girlfriend's hand on my shoulder, She made me look at her and she handed me my black patent platform shoes and told me to put them on for her. Once I was finished putting them on she made me turn to my left, towards her. I noticed that she had put on her strap-on harness while I was putting on my shoes. Come here, slut, my cock needs some attention she said to me in an authorial voice. Her words and the snickers that came with them caused curiosity to overpower embarrassment and I slowly opened my eyes. She was standing directly in front of me, with the guys looking on. Her dress was parted, and in her hand was the big cock-shaped dildo inside a nice rubber strap-on harness I had bought her, and she was holding it with the base as if it were her own cock. It was pointing right at my face. 'Suck my cock, slut.' This situation was now officially out of control. I looked up into her face, begging with my eyes. 'No, please', I said softly. She stared at me a moment, the evil smile on her face. 'Suck my cock, slut.' I let out a deep breath of frustration, glancing around the room. They were all leaning forward, waiting to see what I would do. I turned back to my Girlfriend and looked up again, seeking any sign of mercy. She shook her head no, her movement barely perceptible. I closed my eyes and wondered how I had lost control of this situation, why it had to involve my friends. Without further delay, I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and accepted the head and several inches of her hard cock into my mouth. 'Unbelievable.' 'Jesus, who would have thought it.' 'That boy's pussy whipped in a bad way. Oh, sorry, cock whipped.' I closed my eyes again and brought my hands up to her hips. If she wanted a show, wanted me humiliated beyond reason, I'd give it to her. Holding her firm, I started working my head back and forth, feeling the big cock sliding in and out of my mouth. My Girlfriend liked what she saw. 'That's it slut. Show them what a good cock-sucker you are, she said.' I pulled off and ran my tongue along the underside, going the full length and back again. Repeating this on the sides, I started to enjoy the situation somewhat. Why not, the damage was already done. Coming back to the head, I swallowed as much as I could. Her free hand came up to my head and she took control, pulling my hair and sliding her big cock in and out of my mouth. I forced myself to relax and let her fuck my face, wondering what my friends must be thinking. It was unimaginable what I was doing, and I couldn't tell if their nervous laughs were out of disgust or to hide the fact that they were getting turned on. My Girlfriend was working the big cock to the back of my throat, and I nearly had it all. She spoke to the other guys, never breaking her rhythm. 'I told you he'd do anything.' They all laughed, and she added what I knew by now was coming. 'Think he's ready for the real thing?' Looking right at the group, she asked, 'Anyone want their dick sucked?' Tony blurted out, 'He'll do that?' Robert said, 'What do you think? He's sitting here in women's panties, nylons, rubbing his hard-on, and sucking on a strap-on dildo right in front of us.' He sounded disgusted, but didn't hesitate to turn his chair towards us. 'I'm ready.' I could have figured it would be Robert; he was always the guy talking about extreme pornography, such as fisting. My Girlfriend pulled out of my mouth, the big cock wet and glistening. 'Tell them my favorite way to be entertained by my slut.' I looked at her, knowing what she wanted me to say. She quickly admonished me. 'Where are your manners, slut. Look at your guests when you speak to them.' I'm having doubts about saying anything at all, and she's giving me instruction on how to do it. Accepting my role, I turned to the group of guys. Even as I heard the words cross my lips, I couldn't believe I was saying them. 'She likes to see me suck cock.' Say it louder so then can hear you slut, she said' Again I responded but this time louder. She likes to see me suck cock.' 'Well then, let's show them, shall we?' She stepped back and left me looking right at Robert. He was probably the least attractive guy in the group, with his glasses, receding hairline, and beer belly. But it wasn't as if I had a choice. His legs were apart, his pants down to his ankles and he waited in his underwear stroking his cock through the fabric with a big grin on his face. My courage was flagging and I was having doubts about going further, when my Girlfriend spoke again. 'Come on slut, you know what to do don't you? You don’t want to disobey me do you? She said.' I knew I had to listen to my Girlfriend and obey her and I wouldn't stop unless she told me to. Resigned to my fate, I slipped out of my chair, falling to my knees on the floor. Scooting forward a couple of feet, I was now between Robert's spread legs. Taking a deep breath, I reached up to his underwear and started to pull them down to release his cock. 'Jesus, he's really going to do it?' 'Damn sure looks like it.' 'Of course he will', my Girlfriend said. 'I told him to. Right slut?' I paused, suddenly aware of the humiliating circumstances. Softly I replied, 'That's right.' 'Tell them what you are going to do, slut.' She added to my burden, and it stung. How odd it was that I enjoyed this, that a part of me wanted extreme humiliation. What exactly did that say about me? I was broken and offered no more resistance. 'I'm going to suck Robert's cock for you.' That definitely got a reaction out of the crowd, and they seemed to press in closer. 'This I have to see.' 'Sweet Jesus, who could have predicted this?' 'I could have', my Girlfriend stated smugly. They laughed. Hooking my fingers into Robert's boxers on either side, I pulled. He lifted his ass off the chair and allowed me to remove his underwear. I slowly eased them down his legs and off his feet, setting them aside. My eyes settled on his cock, which was short and thick, and hard as a rock. His hairy testicles were nestled in between his legs. I thought about what I was about to do, and lifted my eyes from his cock to my Girlfriend’s face. She grinned big, 'Suck it. You know you don’t want to disappoint me slut she said' She was right, I didn’t. But I was still scared, unable to act. It was bad enough that I was sitting there dressed only in silky pink panties, nylons and platform shoes and that I had been playing with my own cock in front of them, and that I had sucked a strap-on for their amusement. Everything up to now I could possibly write off as drunken stupidity. However, once my friends saw Robert's cock in my mouth, there would be no turning back. Things would never be the same again, and who knows what future that would hold. I looked around, scanning the faces surrounding Robert and I. Everyone looked expectant, liked they were waiting for something special. I was still surprised no one had gotten disgusted with my behavior and that no one had left. The other four guys were waiting on a show, and I was the primary entertainment. Clint was to my immediate left, and he had a bulge in his jeans, which my Girlfriend pointed out. He was turned on, that was obvious. Looking back around the circle, I figured they all were finding the situation arousing to some degree, and my own cock was hard and pressing against the silk. They wanted to see this, to see me humiliated. I turned to my Girlfriend, begging one last time with my eyes. Her reply was not a surprise. 'Everyone's waiting slut.' Turning back to Robert, my eyes dropped to the hard cock right in front of my face. I started to lean forward. To this day, I had never touched another man's cock. Sliding my right hand up, I closed my hand around his cock, feeling another man's cock in my hand for the first time. Someone whistled and muttered, ' of a bitch.' His cock was hard and warm. I held it firmly and started slowly stroking up and down. It occurred to me that I was jerking off another guy for the first time, and doing so with an audience. It was a new experience for me, and despite all the anxiety, I knew my Girlfriend was enjoying it and would never forget it. It was incredibly silent in the room when I started to lean forward again. I could hear the crowd around me breathing as they waited expectantly, willing me to go forward. I paused one last time, inches from his cock, and then my Girlfriend said one last time. Go on slut suck his cock for me and I made my final decision. With my hand closed around his stiff cock, I closed the gap and my tongue stuck out and licked his head. Robert let out a groan and the guys around me let out a collective gasp. My Girlfriend's voice carried above it all. 'That's it slut, suck that cock for me.' Committed now, I closed my mouth over his cock head, which extended from my fist. As I applied suction, Robert started to squirm. Pulling my hand away, my Girlfriend pulled my hair and forced me to engulf his entire cock, pressing my face into his pubic hair. Robert responded with a long, low moan that was drowned out by our friends. 'Holy shit, look at that.' 'He sucks cock like a pro.' 'Does it feel good, Robert? My Girlfriend asked. He grunted in response, as my head started to bob up and down on his cock. I was taking full strokes, from the base of his cock to the head, over and over, applying suction as I went. Suddenly my Girlfriend pulled me off and urged me to lick his balls. I did as I was told and sucked one into my mouth. This brought another groan from Robert. Then as I had done with my Girlfriend's fake cock, I licked up the underside to the head, then up and down each side. In this position, I looked right into my Girlfriend's eyes as she stood there, arms crossed, her pussy showing, and a knowing smile on her face. It dawned on me with surprise that none of the guys were bothering her half naked body, that their attention was 100% on me. From the left side of Robert's cock, I wrapped my tongue around it and slid up and down. My Girlfriend instructed me to look to my left. When I did my eyes now fixed looked directly at Clint's swollen crotch a couple of feet away. When I looked back to my Girlfriend, she just nodded. She had a lot more in store for me. There was more coming. I turned my attention back to Robert and once again swallowed his entire cock. He responded with urgency, and suddenly stood, My Girlfriend held my head in with her hands. Holding my head in place, she told Robert to start fucking my mouth. With that Robert started to piston his rock hard cock in and out of my mouth. I simply dropped my hands to my own crotch, squeezing my hard cock through the panties as I knelt before Robert and let him use my mouth as he wished while my Girlfriend was encouraging him on. 'Damn Robert. Fuck his face. He doesn't care.' 'Give it to him good, Robert. My Girlfriend said. This spurred him on, and he started slamming his cock into my mouth. With his size, there was no discomfort, and I took the abuse with ease. My cock-sucking experiences all involved the same strap-on, and it was quite large. Having learned to keep my teeth clear, I offered him a wet, warm hole for his use. His large balls were slapping my chin on every stroke. The humiliation added to my pleasure, as I realized how turned on I now was to be providing such a show to my Girlfriend and friends. It was intense for me, and it must have been for Robert as well as he made a low, steady rumbling noise. I knew he was close. 'He really likes it doesn't he? My friends asked my Girlfriend. My Girlfriend answered. Yes, he does. My Girlfriend then told Robert, I want you to cum in him mouth. My Girlfriend then addressed me and said, You are going to be a real good slut tonight honey and swallow his load for me. Robert gave me a few more strokes, then buried his cock as far back in my mouth as it would go. My Girlfriend pushed my head into his cock telling me to swallow, his testicles were laid against my chin as his come started to pour down my throat. Time after time his cock twitched and come spurted out, and I applied a constant suction, drawing out every drop. I swallowed it all. Slowly I pulled back and let Robert's semi-hard cock slip out of my mouth. My Girlfriend had a target in mind and turned my head to my left and made me reach for Clint's cock. It was a moment of truth, and I would not have been the least surprised had he pushed me away. But he stood frozen; not moving a muscle, my hand then reached his cock. I glanced over at my Girlfriend and she nodded approvingly. Go ahead she said. His cock stood up quickly, and was much larger than Robert's. It curved downward slightly, and the head was large and purple. I closed my hand around it, jerking him off just like Robert before him. 'Damn Clint, I bet he can't take you like he did Robert.' It was Mark, now directly to my left. I looked up at him and then my Girlfriend had an idea. She urged Mark forward until he stood right next to Clint. His cock was only semi-hard, and my left hand and closed it around Mark’s cock while my right hand was on Clint's rigid cock. There I was with two cocks in my hands being humiliated even further by my Girlfriend in front of my friends. It only took a couple of minutes for Mark's cock to grow hard, swelling to a respectable size between Robert and Clint. I stroked them both in rhythm. 'Damn, he really is a slut.' 'Yes he is. My Girlfriend replied. My Girlfriend had turned me into a submissive cum slut slave, and I was loving every minute I was pleasing her. It was a very humiliating feeling, kneeling on the floor between two studs, with nothing on but women's panties, nylons and platform shoes. Both men had their pants down and their hard cocks in my hands. As I stroked them, I looked up into my Girlfriend’s face as she watched me. My Girlfriend motioned me to put on a good show for her pleasure. I leaned in and accepted Clint’s stiff cock into my mouth. I took as much as I could, and felt his knees go momentarily weak as I applied suction, my eyes never leaving my Girlfriend’s face face. 'My God, what a shameless of a bitch.' My Girlfriend smiled at that, they didn't know the half of it. My Girlfriend slipped Clint’s cock out of my mouth, his cock wet and glistening, and turned me to Mark. He was watching me intently, and once again I locked eyes with my Girlfriend as I turned and engulfed Mark’s cock with my mouth. She then had me move from cock to cock, taking one and then the other into my mouth. Slowly she worked them closer together, and when she had them lined up right, She made me take both cocks into my mouth at the same time. Neither resisted, even though they rubbed together, and as they leaned in my mouth was completely filled. 'Fuck.' Yeah, fuck. This is hot.' My Girlfriend shifted position, and looking up I could see her in the gap between Clint and Mark. Robert was now behind her and had pulled her dress open, his hands pawing at her breasts. She was totally exposed as she leaned back into him, smiling at me and giving me a thumbs up with her right hand. With my hands wrapped around the two throbbing cocks, I alternated between working both into my mouth, and servicing each individually as per my Girlfriend’s instructions. It was Mark who headed to orgasm first, and my Girlfriend made me concentrate on his cock, I was sucking on the end as my left hand pumped him into my mouth, my right still wrapped around Clint. After a few minutes I felt Mark tense up. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could as I felt him release, pouring come into my mouth. The volume was impressive, and I had to work hard to keep up not to disappoint my wonderful Girlfriend. I pulled off so that I covered only his cock head, the last few drops of his come leaving a salty taste on my tongue. My Girlfriend then ordered me to turn my attention back to Clint. Using the same technique, I sucked his cock as my right hand pumped his length, my left cupping his balls. It wasn't long before my mouth once again was filling with come as his big cock spasmed into my mouth. I swallowed the first spurt, then was surprised to feel him pulling out. My Girlfriend’s hand came to his cock and mine fell away, and she squeezed it as she held the head at my lips. Getting the idea, I titled my head back and opened my mouth wide, locking my eyes on to hers and welcoming her to do as she pleased. My tongue came out and she rested Clint’s cock head on it, pointed at my open mouth. When she released the pressure on his cock, his load of come squirted out into my open mouth. Not as large as the first, it still spread across my tongue. 'Holy shit, look at that.' I held eye contact as she stroked his cock, pumping spurt after spurt of come into my open mouth for all to see. I knew my friends were watching, I knew my Girlfriend was watching, as the humiliation drove me wild. I was a slut for my Girlfriend, and I loved it. The quantity dropped with each stroke, until finally she wiped the last drop of come on my lips. When she finally released Clint's cock she made me turn, Tony already has his cock out and was stroking it. It was about the same as Mark's. 'Hold on for a second, let's move into the living room my Girlfriend said. She took my right hand in her left and motioned for me to stand. I rose and followed her. She grabbed up the toy box with her other hand and led me to the living room. All the guys were watching, and I started feeling a little more embarrassed walking into the living room in front of my friends wearing only my pink panties and nylons with my platform shoes that my Girlfriend had me wear. I looked away and followed my Girlfriend, as she stepped down into the sunken living room. I could hear the guys coming in behind us. My Girlfriend set the box on a table and led me to the coffee table. She stopped me in front of it and arched an eyebrow. I knew what she wanted. Hesitating only a moment, I knelt in front of the table and then lay across it on my belly. Shifting forward, my shoulders and head were off one side, and my silk covered ass off the other. It was a humiliating position, and I didn't dare look at any of my friends. My Girlfriend wanted to get started again quickly, before the anxiety set back in. My Girlfriend had Tony come around in front of me, he was naked. He had stripped off his clothes, and now he knelt at my head. Tony shuffled forward, letting his hard cock slide into my mouth. As soon as my mouth was full of cock I went instantly back to slut mode. I felt hands tugging at my panties, I knew it was my Girlfriend without looking. It wasn't unexpected. My panties were unceremoniously whisked down to my knees, and now I knelt across the table bare assed, with a hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I knew my friends were watching. The noises let me know what was coming, as she fumbled in the toy box and removed the lid from a Vaseline jar. Then I felt the coolness of the lubricant being rubbed into my ass. My cock twitched involuntarily. Being on my stomach, with my head down, I couldn't see much, but once again the silence was very noticeable. There was no doubt in my mind where this was heading, and I knew I was powerless to stop it. She had made up her mind. It was she that broke the silence. 'Anyone want to see something special? 'Damn right.' It wasn't a surprise to hear Robert speak up first. Fondling my Girlfriend had gotten him hard again, and he would surely love the opportunity to see me with a strap-on cock up my ass. My Girlfriend addressed me next, adding to my humiliation. 'Would you like me to fuck you slut?' She wanted to hear it, so she pulled my hair and Tony’s slipped out of my mouth. So do you she said? 'Yes, please fuck me, I responded. Louder my Girlfriend said still holding my hair. Please fuck my ass. I responded. 'Un-fucking-believable.' I felt my Girlfriend kneel between my legs, but it quickly became apparent the panties around me knees were going to be a problem. I felt her back away, then one at a time I lifted my knees as the panties were removed. Now completely naked, my hard cock pressed into the side of the table. My Girlfriend pushed my legs apart easily, and slid back in between them. I felt her strap-on cock brush against my ass for the first time. 'My God, she's really going to do it.' I could hear shuffling. 'I have to see this. Who would have thought he was this submissive?' I was just a horny man willing to do anything to please my lovely Girlfriend. My Girlfriend didn't give me much time to worry about it, as she pressed her strap-on into my ass. With her hands she spread my ass cheeks apart, making a show of it. 'Holy shit, it's going in.' My Girlfriend wasn't wasting time, as she pressed the head of her strap-on into my asshole. I felt the head slip in, and it was mildly painful, not having had any preliminaries to loosen me up. I stopped sucking on Tony for a minute and held his throbbing cock in my hand as I dropped my head, adjusting to the discomfort. My Girlfriend had the decency to pause for a minute to let me adapt, then slowly she eased her strap-on into my ass. 'Damn, she's really fucking him in the ass.' I had gotten used to the intrusion and the pain quickly slipped away. When my Girlfriend started a slow stroke, I felt more full than uncomfortable. She went easy at first, slipping in and out with a regular motion. Always having been an anal person, I was quickly overtaken with pleasure, and I started to wiggle my ass back against her thrusts as my mouth once again filled with Tony's cock. 'Look at that, he likes it.' 'He really is a slut.' When my Girlfriend first introduced me to strap-on sex in a hotel room so many weeks ago, she Noted my enjoyment and had promised then to see me with several real cock in my mouth at the same time she was fucking me with her strap-on. She had now made good on that promise. The fact that there were more hard cocks around me just drove her on, and I knew both my mouth and ass were going to be totally used before this night was over for her viewing pleasure. My Girlfriend told Mark to go over to my right side and had him kneel. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, and without hesitation she made me take his quickly recovering cock into my hand. It only took her a minute to get Clint in the same position on my left, and when she made me reach out to him he was already hard again. It was pure sensory overload, and I wished I could see myself kneeling across the table, my Girlfriend pounding her strap-on up my ass, another plowing into my mouth, and one in each hand. I relaxed as best I could and let them use me. A friend in college once told me of walking into a party across the street from his house, and being shocked to see a bunch of naked guys around a girl on a table. She had a cock in her mouth, a cock in her pussy, and one in each hand, with others waiting their turn. He had been horrified and left, but the story had always turned me on. No doubt he would be horrified to see me now, as I experienced the same thing as the party girl, naked and no holds barred forced to service a group of guys by my Girlfriend. It was intense. My Girlfriend set the pace as she fucked my ass. It took a few minutes to get it right, but gradually she and Tony got a rhythm going, rocking my body back and forth so that as my Girlfriend was withdrawing from my ass, Tony was sinking his hard cock into my mouth. I used my hands to stroke the two other cocks as best I could, but it was very difficult to get it right. Nevertheless, it was clearly fun for all involved, as they used my willing body with abandon. The pace picked up until my Girlfriend was slamming into my ass, breaking the rhythm. Every time her strap-on smashed into my ass, Tony's cock was shoved deep into my mouth. Tony was the first to succumb to the pleasure. 'Jesus, this is too good. Oh, God.' With that he erupted into my mouth, pouring the fourth load of come in my mouth. My eyes were open, and I could hear my Girlfriend encouraging him behind me, telling him to feed me as I swallowed his cum. I sucked him dry, and when he suddenly pulled out and stood up, my attention quickly shifted to my Girlfriend, who continued to fuck my ass. With Tony out of the way, she drove me into the side of the table, as I held on firmly to the two cocks in my hands. Give it to him. He likes it in the ass, my friends told my Girlfriend. My Girlfriend didn't need encouragement. She was grunting as she fucked me. I was definitely panting like a slut now, feeling my Girlfriend fucking my ass with such aggression in front of my friends. All the dildos and fingers my Girlfriend had used on me over the years couldn't compare, and I knew I was addicted. My Girlfriend suddenly stopped fucking my ass to go sit on the couch so she could appreciate the view of what a slut I really had become for her amusement. It was then that I noticed Blake sitting beside her full open dress admiring her gorgeous body on display. Her hand rested on Blake's thigh as he sat on the edge of the sofa, and I realized he hadn't yet gotten involved. One of his hands was idly playing in her hair, and our eyes met for a moment. I wasn't sure why he was sitting out, but I didn't see any sign of condemnation in his and her faces as they watched me sucking on Mark’s cock. My thought processes were disrupted as Clint slid around to my front and blocked my view, offering his cock to my lips. Once again I was captured between two demanding cocks, and once again I surrendered to them. I wanted to be used, and I willingly let them have me for my Girlfriend’s enjoyment to show her what a really obeying submissive slave I was. My willingness amused Blake and my Girlfriend was again displayed. My Girlfriend pulled out a dildo and held it still and told me to back my ass up onto the dildo to prove I really wanted it. She held it still, obviously to see what I might do. I didn't disappoint her as I pushed myself back against the dildo, forcing it into my ass on my own. Would you look at that. I'll be damned my friends commented. I placed a hand on each of Clint's hips and held him off me, getting him in the position I needed. Then with my Girlfriend holding her spot, I started to work myself back and forth. As I pushed back, my Girlfriend’s dildo was driven into my ass as Clint's cock slid out of my mouth. When I reversed, my Girlfriend’s dildo slid out as Clint filled my mouth and pressed into the back of my throat. Gradually I picked up speed, putting on a depraved show for my Girlfriend and friends, fucking myself on either end with their two stiff cocks. 'Do it. Fuck 'em, you miserable slut, my Girlfriend cheered. What a display it was as I closed my eyes and let my friends watch me degrade myself. It was self-humiliation at its best, and I was likely enjoying it more than they were. Clint pulled out of my mouth and backed off. I looked up at him and he said 'You're going to make me come again, but your Girlfriend wants me to cum on your face, he said. With Clint’s explanation Mark took over in my mouth once again. He was very turned on now, and I knew it wouldn't be long. As Clint got up, I looked at his big cock, eager to feel it cum on my face. When he moved aside, I once again could look at my Girlfriend. She had moved up beside Blake, and he now had his shirt off. She had her left arm around his shoulders and her right hand on his abdomen, as she whispered something in his ear while looking at me service two cocks for her enjoyment. I closed my eyes and lay on the table. Mark was gently but firmly fucking my mouth. It was almost as if he was scared of hurting me. But a noise in front of me got my attention; it was Clint that was ready to explode on my face. My Girlfriend ordered me to look up and let him explode all over my face. I did just that and I could here my Girlfriend commenting what a good slut I was. When Clint was finished I wiped my eyes and face off and I opened my eyes to see the crotch of Blake's blue jeans. My Girlfriend's hands came around from behind, and started the process of unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. I looked up into her eyes, and she was staring down at me with a kind look, her arms crossed over Blake’s chest. When I dropped my eyes again, my Girlfriend was just pushing his jeans and boxers down to reveal a very substantial semi-hard cock. I could hear Clint over my shoulder. 'Damn Blake, you're packing a load there pal.' Yes he was. My Girlfriend ordered me to take of that load for poor Blake as she put it. With my right hand I reached out and grabbed his big dick, immediately feeling it swell in my hand. I opened my eyes and Blake pushed his thick cock into my mouth. He let out a soft moan as I closed my lips around it, his member stretching my mouth wide. My Girlfriend moved around to Blake's side and sat on the floor, barely a foot away from my face. One hand dropped to her pussy and the other covered her breast as she watched Blake start to slide his giant cock in and out of my mouth. She kept telling me in my ear that I was a good slut and that she loved the show I was putting on for her amusement. My eyes met hers and she smiled. 'Having fun slut?' I couldn't answer, but I didn't think I needed to. I felt a hand close around the base of Blake's cock and opened my eyes. Robert had slipped behind my Girlfriend and was once again feeling her up. She had allowed him to take over, and had wrapped one hand around Blake's cock, and cupped his balls with the other. She started to pump him into my mouth, and that was all it took. Within a minute he let out a groan and his come burst forth into my willing mouth. It was the biggest load I had ever swallowed. It was possibly the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, one huge cock pouring come into my mouth being pumped by my Girlfriend and hearing my Girlfriend telling me to suck it for her. I sucked Blake like a mad man in order to please my Girlfriend to the fullest. It must have been quite a sight, because at that moment my Girlfriend started to come on Robert's fingers. When Blake pulled away from me, I was spent and my body dropped limply over the table, an obvious wetness between my thighs and the taste of come in my mouth. I rolled off the table onto the floor on my back in exhaustion and looked at my Girlfriend to see if she was happy with my performance. My hand came immediately to my own throbbing cock, which was very wet from my dripping pre-cum and incredibly hard from all the excitement. I knew they were all watching me, and I needed relief. So my Girlfriend ordered me to masturbate in front of everyone. It only took a minute before I felt my orgasm building. In a final humiliating act my Girlfriend had me perform for the evening, she made me come over to her and stuck out her foot and ordered me to shoot my load all over her toes. I did as I was told and delivered an incredibly large load on her foot. Once I had finished coming she brought her foot to my mouth and ordered me to clean my mess and do a good job in front of my friends. I did as I was told with all my friends commenting that she had the perfect slave and how lucky she was to have a hubby like this. She said that indeed she was very happy with her slave and loved the enthusiasm I displayed in trying to please her every wish. I was still lying naked on my back, and I could feel wetness on the carpet under my ass. With my eyes half open, I watched them gather their things to leave, laughing and cutting up. When my Girlfriend came into view, her dress was still unbuttoned, her body on display. Clint turned to her with a question. You think this could be a regular event? She smiled. "I think that's a strong possibility. With that the guys said they couldn’t wait till the next poker game to see what my Girlfriend had in store for them and see what kind of situations she wants to put me through.    |
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After finding out my wife was having multiple affairs for several years. We started having regular poker games with men fro FriendFinder-x. She would pretend to act drunk as the night went on only to change into her lingerie near the end of the night and basically offer herself to the strangers at my humiliation/ The men would take turns spending hours licking and fucking my sexy wife as I watched them all cum in her. we had several of these poker games over years as we both got better at playing our rols
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