Chapter 1: Introduction
Chapter 1: Ema
After a tough day at work as a investment banker, I found myself craving something more than the usual glass of wine and a good book. I needed an escape, a release from the mundane. I slipped into my little black dress, the one that hugged my curves in all the right places, and applied a generous coat of crimson lipstick. Tonight, I wished Mike would do something different to me, something that would make me feel alive.
I was bored from my life, from my marriage. Jack, my husband, was a great man, a successful lawyer, but in the bedroom, he was vanilla, and I craved something more. It was like everything was monotonous, we used to come back from office , have dinner, watch TV, and then he would fuck me missionary style, always in the dark, always quiet. I wanted something raw, something real. I wanted him to be more initiative, like come back from behind when I am cooking and press me against the counter, lift my dress up, and fuck me hard from behind. I wanted him to spank me, to pull my hair, to make me beg for it.
But Jack was always so controlled, so careful. He never let go, never let himself get wild. Which is a good thing of cause, I mean, I love him, he's my husband, and I know he cares for me, but sometimes, I just want to be fucked like a whore. I want to be used, to be taken, to be filled up so completely that I can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything but feel. But he wasn't even open to any idea of role plays, or trying something new.
Today, I was getting ready for him again, as he had said he had some sort of surprise for me. Honestly I wasn't excited, I could predict it generally. He would come home, we would have a nice dinner, maybe some wine, and then he would lead me to the bedroom. He would undress me slowly, kiss me softly, and then we would have sex. It would be good, don't get me wrong, but it would be the same. The surprise would be a new position that he would try for a few minutes and then get back to the usual missionary. But I still prepared myself for the fake excitement , putting on my best lingerie, a black lace bra and panty set that he had bought me for our anniversary. I wanted to look good for him, even if it was just another night of the same old, same old.
But as I was putting on my earrings, I heard the front door open. Jack was home early. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the evening ahead. But as he walked into the bedroom, I could see that something was different. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his blue eyes intense, his jaw set in a way that made my stomach flutter. He looked... dangerous.
I stood up following my regular routine, moving to the dinning table where I had set up the dinner. And as expected he sat for the dinner.
We talked about our days, the usual mundane stuff. But I could feel the tension in the air, something was different. He was holding back, but I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he looked at me. It was like he was starving, and I was the meal he couldn't wait to devour.
After dinner, he stood up, walked over to me, and held out his hand. "Come with me, Ema". I knew it was time to lay on my back, legs spread and let him fuck me in the old boring missionary. But his eyes said he had something in mind, I took his hand, my heart pounding in my chest. He led me to the bedroom , his grip firm but gentle. He pushed me onto the bed, his hands roaming over my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat between my legs, my body aching for him.
He undressed me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. He unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor, his fingers tracing the curve of my breasts. He leaned down, his tongue flicking over my nipple, making it harden under his touch. I gasped, my back arching into his mouth.
He moved down, his hands pushing my legs apart. He kissed my inner thighs, his breath hot against my skin.
I could feel his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down slowly, his knuckles brushing against my pussy. I was already wet, my body aching for his touch. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so fucking beautiful, Ema," he growled, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.
He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets beneath me. He licked me slowly, his tongue exploring every inch of my pussy, his fingers spreading me open.
"I know you are bored of this normal sex ," he whispered, his breath hot against my clit. "I know you want something more."
I nodded, my body writhing beneath him. "Yes, Mike," I gasped. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it. I want you to make me feel alive." I panted, my voice barely above a whisper. Mike looked up at me, his eyes burning with a fire I had never seen before. He stood up, unbuckling his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the outline of his hard cock straining against his pants, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
"And you also want a family , don't you, Ema?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, Mike," I whispered. "I want to have your baby." He smirked, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. He was commando, no underwear, just his thick, veiny cock standing at attention.
"I have something on my mind, Ema," he said, his voice low and husky as he lowered himself on my body, his cock pressing against my pussy lips. "I want to give you what you've been craving."
My heart was saying something was off, but my body was screaming for him. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me, making me wetter and wetter.
"Please, Mike," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me. Give it to me."
He pushed in slowly, filling me up inch by inch. I could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it stretched me open. I moaned, my body arching into his, my nails digging into his back. He started to move, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I could feel the friction, the heat, the pressure building inside me.
"Fuck, Ema," he groaned, his voice ragged. "You feel so fucking good." He leaned down, his teeth biting into my neck, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto his cock. I could feel the pain, the pleasure, the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, wanting more, needing more. He started to fuck me harder, his hips slapping against mine, his cock pounding into me. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.
"I have a plan in my mind , Ema," Mike whispered in my ear, his voice ragged with desire.
"Yes Mike , I want to hear it," I moaned, my body writhing beneath him. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, the heat of his body pressing against mine.
"I know you want to try new things , Ema," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I wanted to ask if you will be comfortable with a wife swap , with another couple," He said as his fingers found my clit , rubbing it in slow circles, making me moan louder. I was shocked, I mean, I never thought about it, but the idea of him fucking another woman while I watch or fuck another man while he watches was turning me on. I could feel my pussy getting wetter, my body aching for more.
It was like someone had flicked the switch, the person who was not even ready for trying role plays was now suggesting a wife swap. I was shocked, but the idea of him fucking another woman while I am taken by another man was turning me on. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with surprise and lust. "What did you say?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Mike looked down at me, his eyes dark and intense. "You heard me, Ema," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I am asking you if you are open to having sex with someone else while I do the same with their wife . A wife swap."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating. I had never even considered such a thing, but the thought of watching Mike with another woman, of feeling another man's cock inside me, was making my pussy ache with need.
Mike slowed down his thrusts, his fingers still circling my clit, his eyes searching mine. "What do you say, Ema? Are you ready to live out your fantasies?"
I bit my lip, my body still writhing beneath him, my pussy clenching around his cock. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I want to try it, Mike. I want to watch you fuck another woman while I'm fucked by another man."
Mike groaned, his cock pulsing inside me. "Fuck, Ema," he growled, his voice ragged.
"You're so fucking hot when you talk like that." And with that he increased his pace
, his cock slamming into me with a force that made me scream. I could feel every inch of him, could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine. His fingers were still circling my clit, his thumb pressing down on it, making me moan and writhe beneath him.
Somewhere my yes to wife swap had made Mike fuck me harder than normal , his cock slamming into me with a force that made me scream. His hips were moving like a piston, his cock filling me up completely, stretching me to my limits.
"Fuck, Mike," I gasped, my voice hoarse with desire. "You feel so good inside me."
Mike leaned down, his teeth biting into my neck, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto his cock. "There is one more thing , Ema," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. "That is going to make the wife swap more interesting."
"What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my body still writhing beneath him, my pussy clenching around his cock. "There will be no condoms , Ema," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "He will fuck you without condom and fill you up, and I will fill her wife up too."
I gasped, my body tensing at the thought. No condoms? That was a big step, a dangerous one. But the idea of feeling another man's bare cock inside me, of feeling his cum filling me up, was making my pussy ache with need.
"Mike, are you sure?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "That's a big risk."
Mike nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's the thrill, You both will get pregnant but won't be able to tell who is the father . It will be a game of chance." He said as he increased his pace, his cock slamming into me with a force that made me scream. "Mike," I gasped, my voice hoarse with desire. "I'm going to come."
Mike growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Come for me, Ema.
Come all over my cock," Mike growled, his voice ragged with desire. "Mike, I'm coming," I moaned, my voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me harder, please." He grabbed my legs, pushing them back and holding them against my chest, opening me up even more.
I could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, as he pounded into me. His balls slapped against my ass, the sound echoing in the room. I could feel the sweat dripping down his body, could smell the musk of his arousal. He was grunting with each thrust, his breath coming in short gasps. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my pussy clenching around his cock. I was so close, so fucking close. I reached up, my fingers finding his neck, pulling him down to me. I kissed him, my tongue exploring his mouth, tasting the salt of his sweat.
He groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into me with a force that made me scream.
"Mike," I moaned, my voice hoarse with desire. "I'm going to come. Please, don't stop." "Come all over my cock."
I felt the pleasure building, my body tensing, my pussy clenching around his cock and within seconds I was screaming out his name, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm. Mike continued to pound into me, his cock slamming into my pussy, drawing out my orgasm until I was a quivering mess beneath him. He always used to make me orgasm, but this one was different , it was raw, it was intense. Was it the fact that he was fucking me as he said he was willing to share me with another man? Or was it the fact that he was going to fuck another woman while I watch? Or was it the fact that we were going to do it without condoms? I didn't know, but whatever it was, it was making me feel alive, making me feel like I was finally getting what I had been craving for so long.
"So I need to breed you now, Ema. I need to give my contribution to the game of chance." Mike said as he started moving again, this time with urgency to reach his orgasm inside me . He was fucking me like a wild animal, his hips slamming into me with a force that made the bed creak and groan. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine. I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock, could feel the friction, the heat, the pressure building inside me again.
"Fuck, Ema," Mike growled, his voice ragged with desire. "You feel so fucking good. I'm going to come inside you, Ema.
I'm going to fill you up with my cum, make you pregnant. You want that, don't you? You want to feel my seed inside you, growing a baby?" Mike's voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto mine as he continued to pound into me with wild abandon. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine. I nodded, my body writhing beneath him, my pussy clenching around his cock.
"Fuck yes, Mike," I moaned, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want you to come inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. Mike's eyes darkened, his jaw set in a determined line. He reached down, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in slow circles as he continued to pound into me.
And with my words, I felt a heat inside me
, a pressure building, and then he was coming, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me up with his hot cum. I could feel it, the warmth of it, the thickness of it as it coated my insides, dripping out around his cock.
"Fuck, Ema," he groaned, his voice ragged with pleasure. I can feel my cum inside you."
I moaned, my body writhing beneath him, my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for every last drop. He leaned down, his teeth biting into my neck, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto his cock as he emptied himself inside me.
"That's my contribution to the game. Tomorrow night , we have our first wife swap," Mike whispered, his voice still ragged with pleasure. He pulled out of me, his cock glistening with our combined juices. I could feel his cum dripping out of me, a reminder of what we had just done.
"And its for 24 hours , Ema," Mike said as he got up from the bed and started to get dressed. "You will be with them for 24 hours and so will I." He said as he put on his shirt and started to button it up. I nodded, my mind still trying to process what we had just agreed to. I was going to be with another man for 24 hours, and Mike was going to be with another woman. I could feel a mix of excitement and nervousness in my stomach.
"And who are they?" Mike looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense. "I have a friend, a couple actually. I trust them , and I think they're perfect for this," Mike said, his voice steady and calm, as if we were discussing a business deal rather than a wife swap.
Chapter 2: Ashley
I sat on my knees, hands behind my back, blindfolded, gagged and a anal hook inserted into my ass and the other end was tied to a rope that attacked to the bun of my hair, making it difficult to move my head. I wore a black leather corset that pushed my tits up and out, and a matching thong that barely covered my pussy. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps around the gag. I was nervous, excited, and fucking turned on.
I was a slave to my husband's desires, and nothing was expected from me but to serve all his demands. This was my life everyday, I had to go to office the way he wants me to dress up. That sometimes included a collar around my neck, a butt plug in my ass, a short skirt that barely covered my ass and a white shirt, that was so thin that if I spilled even a drop of water on myself it, my nipples would be visible through the fabric. And no bra and panties of cause.
On my worst days he would make me wear just a knee length coat over my naked body and send me to the office. That was one of my punishments. When I would come back home, I was expected to get on my knees, hands behind my back, and wait for him to come and fuck me. And today was no different.
He was a good husband of cause , he always took care of me, made sure I was fed, clothed, and taken care of. The sex was also perfect, he would anytime come from behind, spread my legs and fuck me hard. I would always be on my knees, hands behind my back, and he would fuck me like a wild animal. He would pull my hair, spank my ass, and make me beg for more. And I loved it, I loved every second of it. But sometime it was like too much. He would always deny my orgasms for hours , sometimes even days. He would make me beg, plead, and scream for it, but he would never give it to me.
I accept that when he would allow me to orgasm it was like a big bang , a huge explosion that would leave me shaking and breathless. But sometime I didn't wanted his controls on my orgasms, I just wanted to exploded again and again without any restrictions, wanted to feel a cock slowly move inside me, feeling every vein on it, rather than a just a fuck machine plunging into me again and again. I don't say I didn't like it, of cause I did, my husbands rough fuck like a fuck machine, I liked it, but I wanted to explode with orgasms in between that fuck, that he never allowed me to do.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice him coming back into the room. He walked up to me, his footsteps echoing in the silent room. I could feel his presence, could feel the heat of his body as he stood behind me.
He ran his fingers through my hair, tugging gently on the rope attached to the anal hook. I gasped, my body tensing as a jolt of pain shot through me. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "You're learning to take your punishment well."
I whimpered, my body trembling as I waited for his next command. I could feel the leather of the corset against my skin, could feel the cool air on my exposed thighs. I was completely at his mercy, completely under his control.
He walked around me, his footsteps echoing in the silent room.
I could feel his eyes on me, could feel the weight of his gaze as he inspected his property. He stopped in front of me, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast, making me shiver.
"You look beautiful, Ashley," he said, his voice low and husky.
And with that I felt a slap on my face , my head snapping to the side. I could feel the sting of the slap, the heat of it spreading across my cheek. I whimpered, my body tensing as I waited for his next command. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast, making me shiver. "You like it when I spank you."
I nodded, my body trembling as I waited for his next touch.
His fingers traced the curve of my breast, making me shiver. I could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "You're mine, Ashley," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
I whimpered, my body aching for his touch. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuckled his belt. I could hear the sound of the leather hitting the floor, could feel the anticipation building inside me.
He was going to fuck me, and I was going to take it like a good little slave. I could feel the anticipation building inside me, my pussy aching for his touch. I wanted him to fuck me, to use me. But I knew that I was hours away from that release.
I felt a leather crop tip touch my shoulder, and I jumped, my body tensing. I could feel the cool leather against my skin, could feel the anticipation building inside me. I knew what was coming next, and I couldn't wait.
"You know why you are here like this , don't you?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation.
"You shouldn't have touched yourself without my permission yesterday ," he said, his voice stern. "You know the rules, Ashley. You're not allowed to touch yourself unless I give you permission." I knew I had disobeyed him, and I knew the punishment would be severe. Maybe I wouldn't get to orgasm today, or maybe he would make me wait even longer. But I also knew that he would make sure I felt every inch of his dominance, every lash of his crop.
He ran the tip of the crop down my arm, making me shiver. He stopped at my wrist, wrapping the crop around it and pulling my arm up and back, forcing me to arch my back.
"Stay still," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. I nodded, my body tensing as I waited for the first lash. It came down on my breasts through the leather of corset , a sharp sting that made me gasp. I could feel the heat spreading across my skin, could feel the pain and pleasure mingling in a way that made my pussy ache. He continued to lash me, the crop landing on my thighs, my stomach, my back. Each strike sent a jolt of pain through me, but I took it, my body trembling with the effort to stay still.
"You're a good girl, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Daddy," I managed to say around the gag. Yes, 'Daddy' that was what I was suppose to call him when he was in this mood. He had trained me to call him that, to remind me of my place in our relationship. He was the dominant one, the one in control, and I was his submissive, his little girl to command.
He chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Good girl," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're learning."
He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against mine. I could smell his cologne, a spicy scent that always made me think of dark nights and even darker desires. He ran the tip of the crop down my chest, between my breasts, making me shiver.
He stopped at the edge of my thong, tracing the lace with the leather tip. I could feel my breath hitching in my throat, could feel the anticipation building inside me.
"You're wet, aren't you?" I nodded, my body trembling with need. "Let's see just how wet you are."
He hooked the tip of the crop under the edge of my thong and pulled it aside, exposing my pussy to the cool air of the room. I could feel the heat of my arousal, could feel the wetness coating my thighs.
He ran the tip of the crop through my folds, making me gasp at the sudden contact. I could feel the cool leather against my hot skin, could feel the anticipation building inside me.
"You're soaking, Ashley," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You like being punished, don't you?"
I nodded, my body writhing as he continued to tease me with the crop.
I was so wet, so ready for him, but I knew he would make me wait. He always did. He loved to keep me on the edge, to make me beg and plead for his touch. And worst I could not even beg until he wanted me to.
I felt his hand on my cheeks, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, tilting my head up to look at him. But looking at him was a luxury that I didn't had . I was blindfolded, gagged, and completely at his mercy. I could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze, even through the blindfold.
His fingers traced the curve of my jaw, his thumb brushing against my lips, making me whimper around the gag.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Ashley," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "So fucking perfect."
I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin, could feel the anticipation building inside me. I wanted him to touch me, to fuck me, to make me come. But I knew he would make me wait, make me beg.
"I have a arrangement for you," he said, his voice low and commanding. "From tomorrow evening, for 24 hours , you will be with someone else. You will be their slave, their plaything. You will do as they say, when they say it, and how they say it. And you will enjoy every second of it." I had never been with anyone else before, had never even considered it. But the idea of being someone else's plaything, of being completely at their mercy, was surprisingly exciting.
"Its a wife swap ," he said, his voice steady and calm, as if we were discussing a business deal rather than my being given away for 24 hours. "I've arranged it with a couple. You will get fucked by another man, while I fuck his wife," He said, as he pulled down my gag, only to replace it with his thick cock . I gasped, my mouth opening wide to accommodate him. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering, but he held my head in place, not allowing me to pull back.
"Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut," he growled, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, could feel the saliva dripping down my chin. But I loved it, I loved every second of it. I was his, completely and utterly.
"And he will come inside you, Ashley," he continued, his voice a low growl. "He will fill you up with his cum, and you will take it like a good little slut. You will let him breed you, and I will breed his wife . It's a game of chance, Ashley. We won't know who the father of your child will be. It could be me, or it could be him. Isn't that exciting?" He punctuated each sentence with a thrust of his hips, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, fucking my face with a brutal intensity that made my eyes water.
I moaned around his cock, the thought of being bred by another man sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel my pussy clenching, my arousal growing with each word he spoke. He was right, it was exciting.
The thought of being shared, of being used by another man, of being bred by him, sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. I wanted it, I wanted it more than anything.
He pulled out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my saliva. He undid the gag, allowing me to speak. "You wanted a baby right ?" he asked, his voice low and serious. "Yes, Daddy," I managed to say, my voice hoarse from the gag. "And this is how we're going to make it happen," he said, his voice steady and calm. "You're going to be bred by another man, and I'm going to fuck his wife. But that's the point. It's exciting, isn't it?" I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation.
"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. My saliva trailing down my chin , I could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze, even through the blindfold. "I want it, Daddy. I want to be bred by another man." "Good girl," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, tilting my head up to look at him. "You're learning to be a good little slut for Daddy." He stepped closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You're going to be a good little slut for him, too," he whispered, his voice a low growl.
"You're going to do everything he tells you to do, just like you do for me. You're going to take his cock, his fingers, his tongue, anything he wants to give you. And you're going to love it, aren't you?"
I nodded, my body aching with need. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered. "I'll be a good little slut for him." "That's my girl," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my neck, making me shiver.
"You're going to be a good little slut for him, aren't you?" Jack's voice was a low growl, his fingers tracing the curve of my neck, making me shiver. "Good girl," he murmured, his fingers trailing down my chest, between my breasts, making me gasp. He stopped at the edge of my corset, his fingers tracing the laces.
He unhooked the corset, the leather creaking as it opened. I could feel the cool air on my skin, could feel the heat of his gaze as he looked down at me.
"Stand up," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, my body trembling as I stood on shaky legs. The anal hook that was still inserted in my ass pulled at the rope attached to my hair, making me wince. Jack noticed my discomfort and a cruel smile played on his lips.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
I nodded, my breath hitching as I tried to adjust to the pressure.
"Good," he replied, his voice a low growl. "It should. It's a reminder of who you belong to."
He walked around me, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. He stopped behind me, his hands gripping my hips. I felt the hook up in my ass causing discomfort, making me raise on my toes . He was pulling the rope up and down, making me move like a puppet. I could feel the pressure building in my ass, the sensation of being filled up was overwhelming. I was panting, my breath coming in short gasps as I tried to adjust to the sensation.
I could feel the hook stretching me, the rope pulling at my hair, and I knew I was completely at his mercy. Jack's hands roamed over my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, the swell of my hips, the curve of my ass. He gripped my cheeks, spreading them apart, making me gasp at the sudden exposure.
"Because you have agreed for the wife swap, I will be gentle to you today. I will fill you with my contribution today ," Jack said, his voice low and husky. He pushed me down on the bed, my back hitting the soft mattress. I could feel the hook in my ass, the rope pulling at my hair, as I lay there, completely at his mercy.
He climbed on top of me, his knees on either side of my hips. I could feel the heat of his body, the weight of him pressing down on me. He grabbed my wrists, cuffed them above my head to the bed post, leaving me completely helpless. I could feel the cool metal of the cuffs against my skin, could feel the tension in my arms as I tested their strength. They didn't give an inch.
Then he got off me and I felt his hands on my legs, spreading my legs, moving them back near my head, tying them to the bed post. I was completely open to him now, completely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I couldn't stop him.
He ran his hands up my thighs, making me shiver. He stopped at the apex, his fingers tracing the edge of my thong. He hooked his fingers under the lace and pulled it to the side, exposing my pussy to the cool air of the room.
"You're so fucking wet, Ashley," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You're dripping for me."
I could feel the heat of his gaze on my pussy, could feel the anticipation building inside me. The hook in my ass was still causing discomfort, but I was so turned on that I barely noticed it. I was completely at his mercy, completely open to him. I knew what was coming next. I was tied up, my hole exposed to him, he was now going to taste me, bring me to the edge of orgasm again and again, denying me the release again and again.
He was going to make me beg, plead, and scream for it, but he would never give it to me. He would make me wait, make me suffer, and I loved every second of it.
He leaned in, his breath hot against my pussy. I could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze, even though I was blindfolded. He ran his tongue along my folds, making me gasp at the sudden contact. He teased me, his tongue flicking against my clit, making me squirm and moan. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew how to drive me wild with desire.
His tongue was like a hot brand, searing my flesh, making me writhe and moan beneath him. I could feel the heat of his breath on my pussy, could feel the wetness of his tongue as he lapped at my folds, teasing me, driving me insane with need.
He kept sucking and licking me for around an hour, bringing me to the edge of orgasm again and again , only to pull back and leave me hanging. I was a mess of sweat and tears, my body writhing and bucking beneath him, begging for release.
I was so close, so ready to explode. But Jack was relentless, his tongue and fingers working me over, bringing me to the edge again and again, only to pull back and leave me gasping for air.
Finally, he pulled away , his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel the wetness of his mouth on my pussy, the heat of his body against mine. And then I felt my pussy stretching , his thick cock pushing its way inside me. I gasped, my body tensing as I adjusted to the sudden intrusion. He was big, and I could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of me.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to fucking destroy you."
I could only whimper in response, my body writhing as he began to move faster, his hips slamming against mine. He was fucking me hard, his cock plunging in and out of me with a brutal intensity that made my eyes water. I could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, as he stretched me open, filling me up completely. The hook in my ass added an extra layer of sensation, the pressure building with each thrust, making me feel so full, so completely owned. I was his, completely and utterly, and he was reminding me of that fact with every slam of his hips against mine.
My body was a mess of sweat and tears, my breath coming in short gasps as I tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensations. I could feel the heat of his body, the weight of him pressing down on me, the leather cuffs biting into my wrists, the rope pulling at my hair.
He was fucking me hard, his cock slamming into me with a force that made the bed creak and groan. The hook in my ass was still there, the discomfort adding an edge to the pleasure, reminding me of who I belonged to.
Jack's cock was a thick, hard column of flesh, stretching me wide as he pounded into me. I could feel every inch of him, could feel the heat of his body, the sweat dripping down his chest, the muscles in his arms tensing as he held himself up on his hands.
"Fuck, Ashley," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet. I could fuck you all day and never get enough."
I moaned, my body writhing beneath him. I could feel the bed shaking, the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, a wet, obscene sound that only served to turn me on more. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my core growing with each thrust.
Jack's cock was hitting that spot deep inside me, the one that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back. I was so close, so ready to come, but I knew he wouldn't let me. Not yet.
"Please, Daddy," I begged, my voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. "Please, let me come."
He chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You want to come? You like being tied up and fucked by your husband, don't you?" Jack growled, his voice laced with amusement. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, the weight of his body pressing me down into the mattress.
"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered, my body writhing beneath him. "I love it. I love being your little slut."
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good girl," he murmured, his fingers grabbing my public hair and pulling it tight. "You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? You love being used like this, don't you?"
I whimpered, my body arching into his touch. "Yes, Daddy," I gasped.
Him holding my pubic hair was a sign of him being close to his own orgasm. He loved to pull it hard while he came, as if it was a handle to his own pleasure.
"You want to come?"
"Yes daddy."
"Tell me how sorry you are to touching yourself without my permission ," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"I'm so sorry, Daddy," I gasped, my body writhing beneath him. "I'm so sorry I touched myself without your permission. I'm a bad girl, a dirty little slut."
And before I could complete my statements, he
pulled my hair hard, making me gasp in pain. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I whimpered, tears stinging my eyes. "I'm so sorry." "Good girl," he murmured, his fingers tightening in my hair. He started pumping into me harder, his cock slamming into me with a force that made my teeth rattle. "You're going to take all of Daddy's cum, aren't you?" "I want all of it."
He growled, his fingers pulling my hair harder, his hips slamming into me with a brutal force. "You're going to be a good little slut and take it all, aren't you?" "Yes, Daddy," I moaned.
"I want all of it. I want you to fill me up with your cum."
He groaned, his body tensing as he pounded into me with renewed vigor. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, could feel the heat of his body as he got closer to the edge. "You're so fucking tight. I'm going to come so hard."
I whimpered, my body writhing beneath him as he continued to fuck me with brutal intensity. I could feel the pressure building in my core, could feel the heat of his body as he got closer and closer to the edge.
His fingers started rubbing my clit , the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through me.
"Cum with me, Ashley," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Cum with your Daddy."
I could feel the pressure building inside me, the heat of his body, the weight of him pressing down on me.
I felt his length pulsing inside me , his cock throbbing as he got closer and closer to the edge. His fingers on my clit were relentless, rubbing and circling, bringing me right along with him.
"Fuck, Ashley," he groaned, his voice ragged. "I'm going to fill you up, baby. I'm going to breed you."
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I felt my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I screamed, my body convulsing as I came hard, my pussy clenching around his cock.
"Fuck yes," he growled, his hips slamming into me as he chased his own release.
His cock was pulsing inside me, the veins throbbing as he filled me with his hot cum. I could feel it, the heat of it, the thickness of it, as it coated my insides. I was his, completely and utterly, and he was marking me as his.
He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat. I could feel the weight of him, the heat of his body, as he panted against my neck. I could feel his heart racing, his cock still pulsing inside me, as he caught his breath.
Chapter: Ema
The evening finally came, and I found myself standing in front of a luxurious Cafe. This was where the swap was suppose to happen . I was nervous, but also excited. I had never done anything like this before, and the thought of being with someone else, of being used, was both terrifying and thrilling.
And the thrill of no condoms to breed was a cheery on the cake. I took a deep breath, held the hand of my husband and walked inside the cafe . The dimly lit room was filled with soft jazz music and the hum of hushed conversations. But my eyes were immediately drawn to the couple sitting at the far corner. Jack had told me they would be wearing red roses in their lapels, a sign that they were part of the arrangement. The man was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair, his eyes scanning the room with an intensity that made me shiver. The woman was beautiful, with long dark hair and full lips, her eyes meeting mine with a confidence that made me blush.
"Isn't he handsome?" Mike whispered, her voice low and sultry.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, Mike," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"You will be under him soon," he said, his voice low and husky, his hand squeezing mine. "And you will love every second of it."
I blushed at his words, my body already responding to the thought of being with another man. I could feel the heat between my legs, the dampness in my panties. I wanted this, I wanted it more than anything.
The couple stood up as we approached, their eyes never leaving us. The man held out his hand, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Ema," he said, his voice a low growl. "I'm Jack. And this is my wife, Ashley."
I took his hand, his fingers wrapping around mine in a firm grip.
I could feel the calluses on his palm, the strength in his hand. He led me to the table, his eyes never leaving mine, his smirk never fading.
"Ema," Jack said, his voice a low rumble. "Why don't you sit with me? And my wife can sit with your husband ," Jack suggested, his eyes flicking to Mike. Ashley nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. I found myself sitting next to Jack, his thigh pressing against mine under the table. I could feel the heat of him, the strength of his leg, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
Mike and Ashley started talking, their voices low and intimate. I could feel Jack's eyes on me, could feel the weight of his gaze.
"You're nervous," he said, his voice a low growl. "I can smell it on you."
I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
"I am nervous."
Jack's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Don't be," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You're going to love this. You're going to love being used, being fucked, being bred."
I swallowed hard, my body already responding to his words.
Jack leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "I will breed you while your husband breeds my wife ," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "We will switch, and you will take my cock, and I will take your husband's. And we will fill each other up, and see who gets pregnant first."
I gasped, my body trembling at the thought. It was so dirty, so wrong, and yet so exciting.
I could feel my pussy clenching at the thought, my body already aching with need.
Jack's hand was still on my thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of my skirt. I could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze, even though I was looking at Mike and Ashley.
Mike was talking to Ashley, his voice low and intimate. I could see the way she was looking at him, the way her eyes were drawn to his lips, the way her body was leaning into his. I could see the desire in her eyes, the same desire that was coursing through my own veins.
I could feel Jack's fingers tracing the edge of my skirt, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I hesitanty held his hand to stop him from going further up my skirt. I wasn't ready for that yet. I wanted to take things slow, to savor the anticipation.
Jack chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent a thrill through me. "You're a shy one, aren't you?" he murmured, his fingers still tracing the edge of my skirt. I had fantasies, but in public, this was new to me. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Not here ," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Not in public."
"Oh So you are a shy one. Don't worry, I love taking shyness away from
girls like you," Jack said, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I love breaking them in, making them beg for my cock, making them scream my name."
I shivered, my body responding to his words. I wanted him, I wanted him more than anything.
"You see your husband?"
Jack asked, his voice a low growl in my ear. I looked over at Mike and Ashley. They were locked in a heated conversation, their bodies pressed close together.
"Yeah," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. "They look... cozy."
Jack chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "What do you think they are doing?" Jack asked, his voice low and husky. His fingers were still tracing the edge of my skirt, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I don't know," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Talking I guess," I added, my eyes flicking back to Mike and Ashley. They were still locked in their intense conversation, their bodies pressed close together. I could see the way Ashley was looking at Mike, her eyes filled with a hunger that made my stomach twist with jealousy.
Jack chuckled again, his fingers finally slipping under the hem of my skirt. I gasped, my body tensing as I felt his touch on my bare thigh. "They're not just talking, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and sultry. "My wife's hand is in your husband's pants right now, stroking his cock. Can you see it? Can you see the way he's looking at her, like he wants to devour her?"
I gasped, my eyes widening as I looked back at Mike and Ashley. Jack was right. Ashley's hand was in Mike's lap, her fingers moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Mike's eyes were locked on hers, his mouth slightly open, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Fuck," I whispered, my body tensing as I watched them. I wanted that, I wanted Mike to look at me like that, to want me like that.
"Your husband has lost his shyness ," Jack whispered in my ear, his fingers inching up my thigh. "In a few seconds my wife will say something to your husband and your husband will nod."
And indeed, Ashley leaned in and whispered something to Mike, who nodded in response.
"She will now drop the fork and go under the table to suck him off," Jack whispered in my ear, his fingers now dangerously close to my panties. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I was mesmerized by the scene unfolding in front of me.
Ashley slowly slid off her chair and disappeared under the table. Mike's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a look of pure bliss crossing his face.
"Tell me, you still want to be shy ?" Jack whispered in my ear, his fingers now tracing the edge of my panties. I could feel the heat of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, even though I was looking at Mike and Ashley. I was torn between wanting to watch my husband getting pleasured and wanting to give in to Jack's touch.
"No," I admitted, my voice barely audible. "I want... I want you to touch me." "Good girl," he murmured, his fingers slipping under the edge of my panties. I gasped, my body tensing as I felt his touch on my bare pussy.
"Talk to your husband ," Jack commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Thank him for offering you to me to breed you ."
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. But I knew I had to do it. I had to give in to this, to let go of my inhibitions and embrace the dirty, filthy pleasure that was being offered to me.
"Mike," I said, my voice barely audible. "Thank you for offering me to Jack to breed me."
Mike opened his eyes, distracting himself from the pleasure Ashley was giving him under the table. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and lust.
"You are welcome , Ema," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "I know how much you want this."
I nodded, my body already aching with need. I could feel Jack's fingers still tracing the edge of my panties, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
"Tell him you want him to breed my wife just like I am going to breed you," Jack commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "I want you to breed Ashley just like Jack is going to breed me."
Mike's eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I will," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
Jack's fingers finally slipped under the edge of my panties, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "So for next 24 hours, she is my wife, and my wife is yours, mike. You can do anything you want with my wife and I will do anything with your wife. And we will breed them both. You understand?" Jack said, his voice low and dangerous. Mike nodded, his eyes filled with a hunger that made my stomach twist with excitement.
"Yes," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "I understand." Jack's fingers finally slipped inside me, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I gasped, my body tensing as I felt him push two fingers deep inside me. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I can't wait to fill you up with my cum." I could only whimper in response, my body writhing as he started to move his fingers in and out of me.
The waiter came with our drinks, but Jack didn't stop. He just looked up at him and said, "Put it on the table and leave." The waiter did as he was told, his eyes flicking to my face, which was flushed and no doubt showing my arousal.
From his view he saw there was a woman under the table giving a blowjob to a man, while other man's hands were under the skirt of another woman. He quickly left the table, closing the door behind him.
Ashley appeared back from under the table, her lips glistening with Mike's cum. She sat back in her chair, her eyes locked on mine. Mike was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with a hunger that made my stomach twist with excitement.
Jack's fingers were still inside me, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my body aching with need.
"Lets sign the agreement ," Jack said, his voice low and dangerous. He took out a folded paper from his pocket and placed it on the table. "This is a 24 hour agreement. It states that for the next 24 hours, we consent to use each other's wife wives for sexual pleasure and to attempt to impregnate them," Jack said, his voice steady and calm, as if he was discussing the weather.
Mike and I exchanged a look, the reality of the situation sinking in. This was really happening. We were going to swap wives and try to get each other pregnant.
Ashley reached for the pen, her hand steady as she signed her name on the dotted line. But then I thought about Jack's fingers inside me, about the pleasure he had already given me, and I knew I wanted this. I wanted something different from vanilla sex so I took the agreement and signed it, followed by Mike and Jack . We all looked at each other, a mix of nervousness and excitement in our eyes.
We started the dinner , the conversation was light and casual, but the tension was palpable. Every now and then, Ashley would look at Mike, her eyes filled with a hunger that made my stomach twist with jealousy. And every time, Jack would look at me, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and nervousness.
Chapter 4: Ashley
The dinner was over, and the tension between us all had grown thick and heavy. I could feel the anticipation building, the need to give in to our desires and fuck each other senseless. My hand was still on Jake's cock under the table, stroking him slowly, feeling him grow harder with each passing moment. I could see the way Ema was looking at us, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and jealousy. It was turning me on, knowing that she wanted what I had, knowing that she was going to get it soon enough.
I knew she would be soon tied up by my husband , fucked hard and deep, filled with his cum just like I was going to be filled with Mike's.
I could feel Jack's eyes on me, could feel the heat of his gaze. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I saw the hunger in them. The hunger that matched my own. I could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze, even though I was looking at Mike and Ema.
But there was a fear, what if he would also be just like Mike, dominant, tie me up and fuck me like a slut.
I didn't want that, I wanted to be in control, I wanted to be the one to fuck him. I wanted to show him that I was not just a submissive little wife, but a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it.
"So, you have my wife, and I have yours," My husband, Mike said , his voice steady and calm, as if he was discussing the weather. "Lets go home and breed them ." He looked at Jack, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Sure thing," Jack replied, his voice low and dangerous. He stood up, holding out his hand to me. "Shall we?"
I took his hand, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. I could feel the heat of his hand, the strength of his grip, as he led me out of the restaurant and into a waiting taxi.
The air was thick with anticipation, the silence between us heavy with unspoken desires. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching with need.
Jack's hand was still in mine, his grip firm and possessive. I could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze, even though we were sitting in silence in the back of the taxi. I knew what was coming, what we were both craving, and I couldn't wait any longer.
As soon as the taxi pulled up to a red light, I turned to Jack, my eyes filled with hunger. "Fuck me," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "Fuck me hard and deep, right here, right now."
"No ," Jack said, his voice calm and steady, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not here. Not like this."
I growled in frustration, my body aching with need. "Why the fuck not?" I snapped, my voice filled with anger and desire. "I want you to fuck me, Jack."
"Because I like it slow , Ashley," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You might not be my wife, and this might be a small fantasy arrangement, I respect you and I can't take your clothes off in public. I have no issues in our fantasy arrangement, but I will take you like I am worshiping you ," Jack said, his voice low and steady, his eyes never leaving mine. I knew what he meant, I knew he was right, but I was so desperate for him, so desperate to feel him inside me, that I couldn't wait any longer.
But wait, if he was like what he showed, then it was bad for Ema, because she was with my husband, who was a dominant. I had to warn her.
"Jack, wait," I said, my voice urgent. "Mike is... he's not like you. He's dominant. He's going to tie Ema up, he's going to fuck her hard and deep, he's going to make her beg for it."
Jack looked at me, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know, he is my friend. And I want it for my wife."
Jack's voice was firm, his grip on my hand tightening.
"But why? He will tie her up, he will make her beg for it," I insisted, my voice laced with concern for Ema.
Jack's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with a dark hunger. "Because, Ashley," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "that's what she wants. That's what she's been craving, what she's been fantasizing about. She wants to be used, to be fucked hard and deep. And I don't like that type of sex. That's why we arranged this swap , so she can experience that side of her desires. If I hadn't done so, she might want to cheat on me."
Jack's voice was steady, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the truth in them, the understanding of his wife's desires.
"You love her," I said. "But then why a swap? Why not something like cockolding?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"So you don't want to have sex with me?" he asked , a hint of amusement in his voice.
"I do. But just curious," I replied, my eyes locked on his.
"Two reasons mainly. One If I arranged a cuckolding, it would be cheating to you by our husband. Second in a wife swap no one will have any guilt as everyone is aware of the arrangement," Jack explained, his voice low and steady. "I want her to experience this, to live out her fantasies, but I don't want her to feel guilty about it afterwards. This way, we both get what we want."
The taxi pulled up to Jack's apartment building, and we both got out, the tension between us palpable. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind us, I turned to Jack, my eyes filled with hunger.
Jack's eyes gleamed with a dark hunger, but he shook his head. "Not here," he said, his voice low and steady.
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