Chapter 4: The test
The sound of high heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoes throughout the empty hallway as Sara makes her way up the stairs to their bedroom. As she reaches the top of the stairs, she stops for a moment to catch her breath, her heart pounding in her chest as anticipation builds. She knows what's about to happen, and the mere thought of it causes her pussy to clench with desire.
With a deep breath, Sara pushes open the door to their bedroom, stepping inside to find Charly standing in front of the full-length mirror on their closet door.
He's dressed in a tight-fitting red minidress that hugs his curves, showcasing his long, toned legs. His hair is styled in a short, sleek bob, and his face is expertly made up, with winged eyeliner and bright red lipstick.
"Wow, Charly," Sara breathes, feeling a surge of heat and attraction towards him. "You look... incredible."
Charly turns to face her, beaming with pride and excitement.
"Wow, Sara, you look stunning in that black lace lingerie and stockings. I'm so glad we decided to try this out," he says, twirling around in his red dress, showing off his new high heels.
But before Sara can respond, a loud knock on the door startles them both.
Sara's heart skips a beat as she recognizes the sound, and she quickly makes her way towards the door.
As she opens it, Raul stands in front of her, looking as confident and dominant as ever.
His eyes scan Sara's body, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh, before he finally meets her gaze.
"Hello, Sara," he says, his voice deep and commanding. "Are you ready for what's about to happen?"
Sara nods, her pulse racing with anticipation and excitement. "Yes, Raul.
I have a surprise for you," Sara said, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"Really? What's that?" Raul asked, his interest piqued.
"Well, I wanted to let you know that my husband, Charly, will be joining us tonight. And he'll be doing so dressed as a woman."
Raul's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Sara with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "What do you mean? He's going to dress up like a woman and watch us have sex?"
"That's right," Sara said, her voice confident and unapologetic. "He's always been a little bit curious about cross-dressing, and he's finally ready to explore that side of himself. And he wants to do it while watching us.
I know it's not something you're used to, Raul, but I think it could be really hot if you and I dominate him together. He's always been so submissive in the bedroom, and I think he'll get off on it."
Raul's expression changes, and he raises an eyebrow at Sara. "I see. And what makes you think I'm interested in dominating your husband, Sara?" he asks, his voice low and serious.
Sara swallows hard, feeling a sudden wave of anxiety wash over her. She hadn't expected Raul to be so resistant to the idea, and she struggles to find the right words to convince him.
"I-I don't know, Raul. It's just... I know you're a dominant person, and I thought you might enjoy having that kind of power over someone else, specially when he looks like a whore. Charly come here!" Sara called out, her voice dripping with excitement. She couldn't believe her eyes as Charly walked into the room, looking like a cheap hooker in his tight dress and high platform heels. She had never seen him look so confident and sexy, and she couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her and Raul.
Charly sashayed over to Sara, his hips swaying seductively as he moved. He looked absolutely stunning in the red dress that hugged his curves, showcasing his long, toned legs. The blonde wig he wore cascaded down his shoulders in soft waves, and the smoky eye makeup he had applied made him look like a sultry temptress.
Raul watched Charly with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
After a moment, he grinned and said, "Wow, Sara, you weren't kidding. Charly looks way better as a woman than as a man."
Charly blushed at the compliment, but Sara could see the pride shining in his eyes.
"I told you he would look good," she said, smiling at her husband.
Raul walked over to Charly, appraising him from head to toe. "You have good taste in clothes, Charly," he said approvingly. "And your makeup is flawless."
Charly beamed at the praise, feeling more confident than he had in a long time.
Suddenly, Raul reached out and grabbed Charly's ass, squeezing it firmly. "Nice and firm," he said approvingly.
"And completely virgin" added Sara.
Charly's face turned white as a ghost, he looked at Sara and then at Raul.
"Don't worry Charly, I wouldn't do that to you without your consent, and I think it's time for us to talk about some ground rules" Raul said, trying to comfort Charly.
Sara nodded in agreement, she didn't want to force Charly into anything he wasn't comfortable with, but she did want to explore the dynamic of power play and submission with him and Raul.
"But also keep in mind I can be very very rough, and very very cruel" adds Raul.
"If you consent, you will basically become my property, and you will submit to both of us" he says " after all, as inferior as a whore like Sara is, a weak half-man like you will always be below her"
"If you don't consent, you're free to leave, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait in the street for us to finish, and you'll be dressed like that" Raul smirks .
Sara turns to Charly, her eyes pleading with him to agree. After a moment of silence, Charly takes a deep breath and nods.
"Okay, I'll do it," Charly says, his voice trembling slightly. "I want to try something new, and I trust both of you."
Sara can't help but smile at Charly's bravery, and she leans in to give him a quick peck on the lips.
"Thank you, Charly. I promise you won't regret it," Sara whispers in his ear.
Raul nods in approval, and then turns to Charly.
"Great, now let's get started.
Charly, I want you to go to the corner of the living room and kneel down," Raul ordered, his voice firm and commanding.
Charly hesitated for a moment, but then nodded and made his way to the corner of the room. He knelt down on the floor, his knees pressing into the plush carpet.
Sara watched as Charly followed Raul's orders without hesitation, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and desire wash over her. She had never seen her husband so submissive before, and it was incredibly hot.
Raul turned to Sara and extended his hand towards her. "Come with me, Sara," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Sara took Raul's hand, feeling a thrill of excitement as he led her towards the sofa.
He pulled her close, his arm wrapped around her waist as he lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his other hand reached down to grab her ass, squeezing it firmly.
"Now Charly, watch carefully from the corner how a real man makes your wife squirm," Raul said, breaking the kiss and looking over at Charly, who was still kneeling in the corner.
Charly's face was flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the surge of desire that coursed through him as he watched Raul touch Sara so intimately.
Raul turned his attention back to Sara, his hand still on her ass as he kissed her neck, causing her to moan softly.
"Take off your dress," Raul commanded, his voice low and commanding.
Sara hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering over to Charly. He was still kneeling in the corner, watching with a mixture of envy and arousal. She could see the longing in his eyes, and it made her heart ache with sadness.
But she knew that she couldn't stop now, not when they had come so far. And besides, Charly had given his consent, and he seemed to be enjoying the show.
With a deep breath, Sara reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a heap at her feet. She stood there for a moment, wearing only her lace lingerie and stockings, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Raul's eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch of her bare flesh. He reached out to touch her, running his fingers over her bare shoulders and down her arms.
She shivered at his touch, feeling a surge of desire course through her veins.
"Very good, Sara. You look absolutely stunning," Raul said, his eyes raking over her naked body.
Sara blushed at the compliment, feeling a rush of pride and satisfaction. She loved the way Raul looked at her, with a mixture of desire and admiration.
But then she remembered Charly, still kneeling in the corner, watching the whole scene unfold.
She felt a twinge of guilt, but then pushed it aside as Raul leaned in to kiss her again. This time, his kiss was deeper, more passionate, and she could taste her own sweet scent on his lips. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, letting herself get lost in the moment. As Raul continued to kiss her, she felt his hand reach down between her legs under her thong, his fingers exploring her wetness. She gasped as he found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles, causing her to moan even louder.
Charly watched from the corner, his own cock hard in his tight dress, as Raul touched Sara so intimately. He couldn't deny the surge of jealousy that coursed through him, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the surge of arousal that accompanied it.
He had never seen his wife so turned on, and he couldn't help but feel inadequate, she had never been this turned on with him in years, then this guy comes and haves her completely surrendered to him in days.
Raul's lips moved from Sara's mouth to her neck, and she tilted her head back, giving him better access. Her hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and relax under her fingertips. Charly watched as Raul's hands roamed over Sara's body, squeezing and caressing her in all the right places. He could see her nipples harden under her lace bra, and he couldn't help but imagine what they would look like if they were freed from their confines.
As if sensing his thoughts, Raul reached behind Sara and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Sara's breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and aching for attention. Raul didn't disappoint, he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Sara gasped, arching her back as Raul continued to worship her breasts. Charly watched from the corner, his own cock straining against the fabric of his small panties as he imagined what it would be like to touch Sara like that. To taste her, to make her moan and gasp with pleasure. He felt a sudden surge of jealousy, but also a strange sense of arousal as he watched Raul take control of his wife's body. He couldn't deny that the sight of Raul touching Sara like that, of her submitting to him so willingly, was incredibly hot. He felt his own cock harden even more as he continued to watch.
And then, as if on cue, Raul straightened up and removed his pants, revealing a massive erection that made Charly's own look tiny in comparison. Sara's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the size of Raul's cock, and Charly couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame and inadequacy wash over him. He had never been particularly well-endowed, and the sight of Raul's massive member only served to highlight his own shortcomings.
Sara bite her lip as she took in the size of Raul's cock. It was easily twice the size of Charly's, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement and fear as she remembered what it felt like to have that massive shaft inside of her, like that first night when Raul came in her unprotected pussy.
Raul released Sara's breasts from his grasp and turned his attention back to Charly. "Hey Charly, get up and show us that tiny penis you have, I want Sara to look at our cocks and compare" He barked at Charly, who hesitated for a moment before slowly getting up and lifting his dress to reveal his small penis, even if it was fully erect.
Sara couldn't help but laugh when she saw the size difference between Raul's massive cock and Charly's tiny one. It was almost comical, like something out of a porno movie. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the feelings of shame and guilt that washed over her as she compared the two.
She had always been satisfied with Charly's size, but now, seeing the stark contrast between the two, she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.
Raul seemed to sense her discomfort, and he took pity on her. "It's okay, Sara," he said, his voice softening. "Not everyone is hung like a horse. And besides, you're here to pleasure me, not to compare sizes."
Sara nodded, but the damage had already been done. She couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that had taken root in her mind, and she found herself struggling to focus on the task at hand.
Raul noticed her distraction and decided to take charge. "Sara, come here and kneel down in front of me," he commanded, his voice firm and commanding.
Sara hesitated for a moment, but then did as she was told, making her way over to Raul and kneeling down in front of him.
"Good girl," Raul said, his eyes twinkling with approval. "Now, I want you to give me a blowjob, like the one you gave me at that bar. And Charly, I want you to watch closely and learn how a real man deserves to be pleased."
Sara's heart skipped a beat as she heard Raul's words, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and nervousness wash over her.
She had never been one to shy away from a challenge, but the thought of taking Raul's massive cock in her mouth was daunting, even for her.
She looked up at Raul, who was standing in front of her, his massive erection jutting out proudly. She could see the anticipation in his eyes, and she knew that he was eager to feel her lips wrapped around his shaft.
With a deep breath, Sara leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of Raul's cock. She could feel the veins throbbing under her tongue, and she could taste the saltiness of his precum.
She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation, letting her body adjust to the size and girth of Raul's cock. She slowly began to move her head back and forth, taking more and more of him in with each stroke.
Charly watched from the corner, his own cock still hard in his panties, as his wife pleasured another man. He could see the look of rapture on her face, the way her eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the sensation of Raul's cock in her mouth.
And despite his feelings of jealousy and humiliation, Charly couldn't deny the surge of arousal that coursed through him as he watched. He had never seen Sara look so turned on, so uninhibited, and it was incredibly hot. He could feel his own cock twitching in response, and he couldn't help but want to touch himself as he watched.
Sara felt the tip of Raul's cock hit the back of her throat, her eyes watering as she struggled to take him in. But she didn't want to stop, she was determined to please him in every way possible.
Raul's hands reached down and tangled in her hair, pulling gently as he began to thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth with wild abandon.
"That's it, Sara, keep going," Raul grunted, his breaths coming out in short, sharp bursts.
"You're such a good little cocksucker, taking my big dick like a pro."
Charly's eyes became wide as he watches his wife eagerly took Raul's massive cock into her mouth, gagging and choking on it, but never backing down. She had always been a pleaser, but seeing her like this, so completely submissive to Raul, was a new sight for Charly.
Sara never particularly liked giving head to him, always did it timidly and lightly, so seeing her like this with Raul was surprising, but really hot to Charly, not only that, her makeup running down her face and the red lipstick stains on Raul's cock, were extremely sensual.
Charly could hear the sound of Raul grunting, and Sara gagging as he face-fucked her. He could see her saliva dripping down his shaft, onto the floor.
As Raul continued to fuck Sara's mouth harder and harder, Charly could see that she was struggling to breathe, her face becoming red and splotchy.
But she didn't resist, she just kept taking him in, gagging and coughing, but never backing down.
Raul seemed to be enjoying every second of it, his face twisted in pure ecstasy, his eyes closed as he relished the sensation of Sara's warm, wet mouth around his cock.
Charly watched as Raul's balls tightened, and he knew that he was about to come.
He couldn't wait to feel Raul explode in his wife's mouth, to feel her swallow every last drop of his load.
"Oh, fuck, Sara. I'm gonna cum," Raul grunted, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked her mouth with wild abandon.
Sara felt Raul's cock swell in her mouth, and she knew that he was close. She braced herself, preparing to take every last drop of his load.
"Swallow every single drop, you filthy little slut" Raul barked at Sara.
She nodded eagerly and opened her mouth wider, her eyes watering as she felt Raul's hot, sticky load fill her mouth. She swallowed convulsively, fighting the urge to gag as Raul's cum coated her throat.
Charly watched the scene unfolding before him, feeling a complex mix of emotions. On one hand, he was filled with jealousy and humiliation, seeing his wife taking another man's load in her mouth.
It was a demeaning act, one that reminded him of how inadequate he had always been. He couldn't help but feel that he was being replaced, that he was no longer enough for Sara.
On the other hand, though, Charly couldn't deny the surge of arousal that coursed through him as he watched Raul fuck Sara's mouth with such savage intensity. There was something incredibly hot about seeing his wife totally dominated and submissive, and Charly couldn't deny that he had always harbored a secret fascination with power dynamics in the bedroom.
Charly couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction himself, seeing his wife happy and sexually fulfilled. He had always known that Sara had a wild streak, a side of her that he had never quite been able to reach.
But now, seeing her with Raul, he couldn't help but feel that he had found the key to unlocking that side of her.
Raul was a dominant man, one who wasn't afraid to take control and push boundaries. And Sara seemed to thrive under that kind of treatment, her body responding eagerly to every touch and command.
Charly couldn't deny that he was intrigued by the dynamic between Raul and Sara. He had always known that he wasn't the most dominant partner, and he had often felt like he was falling short in that respect.
But now, seeing Sara's response to Raul's commands and control, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe that was what she had been missing all along.
As Raul pulled out of Sara's mouth, he couldn't help but notice the look of satisfaction on her face. Her lips were swollen, her eyes slightly glazed over with pleasure, and she looked completely debauched. He had never seen her look so wild, so uninhibited, and it was incredibly hot.
"Good girl," Raul said, as he looked down at Sara.
He admired her for a moment, before turning to Charly. "And you," he said, looking at Charly who was still standing in the corner, with a hard cock poking through the fabric of his dress, "you're going to clean up the mess she made."
Charly hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. After all, he agreed to all of this, and to be honest, it felt right, being dressed as he was. He slowly made his way over to Sara and Raul, sinking to his knees as he reached them.
Sara couldn't believe what she was seeing.
She watched as Raul reached out and grabbed the hem of Charly's dress, yanking it upwards to reveal his toned thighs and the small pink thong that he was wearing underneath.
"I didn't say you could stop there," Raul growled, his eyes flashing with anger.
Charly hesitated for a moment, before slowly reaching back to undo the clasp of his bra. He slipped it off, revealing his flat chest, leaving him standing in front of them in nothing but the platform heels that he was wearing and the pink thong.
Sara couldn't help but stare at her husband in shock. She had never seen him like this before, so exposed and vulnerable. She couldn't deny the surge of excitement that coursed through her as she took in the sight of his bare chest and the bulge in the front of the thong.
"Good boy," Raul said, patting Charly on the head as if he were a pet. "Now, clean up your wife's mess. You can start by licking up all that cum from her face."
Sara felt a twinge of shame and guilt as she heard Raul's words, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the surge of arousal that coursed through her. She had never seen Charly like this before, so submissive, so eager to please. It was a side of him that she had never known existed, and she found it incredibly hot.
Charly nodded, and then leaned forward to do as he was told.
He hesitantly extended his tongue and began to lick the corners of Sara's mouth, carefully collecting the remnants of Raul's load. Sara remained still, her eyes closed, as she allowed her husband to perform this intimate act. It was strange, seeing Charly in this submissive role, but at the same time, it was incredibly hot. She couldn't deny the surge of arousal that coursed through her as she watched her husband lick Raul's cum from her face.
As Charly continued to clean Sara's face, Raul watched with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. He never thought he would be this submissive, and it looked like he also enjoyed the humiliation of having to obey the commands of his wife's lover. Raul couldn't help but wonder what else he could make him do.
Sara watched as Charly finished cleaning her face, feeling guilty yet aroused at the same time. She loved the rush of pleasure that coursed through her veins as she watched her husband lick Raul's cum from her face, and it also made her wonder what else Charly would be willing to do for her or Raul.
Raul could see the wheels turning in Sara's mind, and he couldn't help but smirk. He knew that he had her right where he wanted her, and he was determined to take full advantage of the situation.
"Now that we've gotten that out of the way," he said, turning to Charly, "I think it's time for you to clean up some more."
Charly looked up at Raul, his eyes wide with confusion.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"I mean exactly what I said," Raul replied, his voice cold and commanding.
"I want you to get on your knees and suck my dick. And Sara, you're going to watch."
Sara's heart raced as she heard Raul's words, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and nervousness wash over her.
She had never seen Charly in this kind of situation before, and she couldn't deny the thrill of watching him being so submissive and obedient.
Charly hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. Although he had secretly played with Sara's toys in the past, he had never been with a man before, and the thought of doing this was both terrifying and exhilarating.
But he had agreed to all of this, and he didn't want to back out now. Who knows what kind of punishment Sara would get if he did.
She leaned back against the armchair and crossed her legs, watching as Charly hesitantly wrapped his lips around the head of Raul's cock. Raul's eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a soft groan of pleasure as Charly began to suck him.
"That's it, Charly," Raul said, his voice a low purr. "Suck my cock like a good little bitch."
Sara watched as Charly's cheeks hollowed as he sucked, his eyes fixed on Raul's. It was strange, seeing her husband in this submissive role, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the surge of arousal that coursed through her. She loved watching him, seeing him so obedient, so eager to please. It made her feel powerful, in control.
It was a heady feeling, one that she had been craving for a long time.
But then, Raul pushed the boundaries even further.
"Sara, I want you to join in," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
She looked at him in surprise, unsure of what he was asking.
"I want you to play with yourself, while Charly continues to suck my cock," he explained.
Sara hesitated, unsure of what to do. She had never done anything like this before, and the thought of it was both exciting and intimidating.
But Raul was insistent, and before she knew it, she found herself spreading her legs and reaching down to touch herself.
She could feel her arousal building, and she moaned softly as she touched her clit.
Touching herself like a bitch in heat for Raul felt so good, and the fact that her husband was on his knees, sucking another man's cock, only added to the excitement of the moment.
Raul's grip tightened on Charly's head, pulling him further onto his cock. "That's right, Charly," he grunted. "Take it all in, you little bitch. I want to feel your throat around my cock."
Sara watched as Raul pushed Charly's head down further, forcing him to take more and more of his cock in. Charly gagged and coughed, but Raul didn't seem to care. He was determined to make him deepthroat him, to push him to his limits, just like he did with her the first day at the bar.
Sara felt a surge of excitement as she watched the scene unfolding before her.
Raul had always been a dominant force, pushing her to her limits and beyond, but now he was turning his attention towards Charly.
Raul gripped Charly's hair, pulling him up and off of his cock with a pop. "You're not trying hard enough, Charly," he barked, a cruel glint in his eye. "I want to see you choke on my cock, like a good little slut."
Charly's eyes widened in shock, but Raul didn't give him a chance to object. He pushed his cock back into Charly's mouth, forcing him to take it all in. Charly gagged and coughed, trying to breathe through his nose, but Raul didn't relent. He held Charly's head in place, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked his mouth.
Sara watched as Raul's cock disappeared between her husband's lips over and over again, her arousal building with each thrust.
"His mouth is definitely more useful than that little dick, am I right, Sara?" Raul said with a big grin, never breaking eye contact with her.
Sara felt a surge of excitement at Raul's words, her pussy growing wetter with every thrust of his cock into Charly's mouth. She couldn't deny the thrill of being dominated by Raul, of having her husband at his mercy.
"Yes, it is," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Raul smiled, a wicked glint in his eye.
"Sara, I want you to say something demeaning to Charly," he ordered.
Sara's eyes widened in shock, unsure of what to do. She had never talked to Charly like that before, and the thought of it made her feel uncomfortable. But at the same time, she enjoyed the surge of excitement that coursed through her as she imagined how it would make him feel.
"Say it, Sara," Raul urged, his voice a low purr. "Tell him what a useless, pathetic cuckold he is."
Sara hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. She didn't want to hurt Charly, but at the same time, she wanted to please Raul. And she couldn't deny the thrill of being dominated by him, of having her husband at his mercy.
Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke.
"Charly, you're such a useless, pathetic cuckold. You can't even satisfy me like Raul can. You're nothing but a disappointment."
Charly's eyes widened in shock as he heard Sara's words, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt and humiliation. He had never heard her talk to him like that before, and the realization that she saw him as inadequate and inferior hit him like a ton of bricks.
But at the same time, he loved it as he heard her speak.
Raul, on the other hand, seemed to be reveling in the situation. He grinned as he watched Sara speak, his eyes gleaming with excitement and satisfaction.
He could see the way Charly's eyes widened in shock, and the way his shoulders sagged as he took in Sara's words.
"Very good, Sara," Raul said, his voice filled with approval. "Now, let's see how far you're willing to go."
With that, he reached down and took Charly's head in his hands, pulling him off his cock and holding him in place.
"Sara, I want you to watch as I make your husband suck my balls," he said, his voice low and commanding.
"Yes, Raul," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Raul smiled, a wicked glint in his eye, as he leaned back in the armchair and spread his legs.
"Come on, Charly," he said, his voice a low purr. "You know what I want. Don't be shy. Suck my balls like a good little bitch."
Charly hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. He had never done anything like this before, and the thought of it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
But Raul didn't give him a chance to object. He pushed his balls into Charly's mouth, forcing him to take it all in. He held Charly's head in place.
Sara watched in amazement as Raul pushed her husband to his limits. She couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill of it all. She felt her arousal building, and she couldn't help but reach down to touch herself as she watched.
"Suck them like a good little slut," Raul growled, his eyes locked on Sara's.
"Charly, you're nothing but a pathetic sissy. You have never satisfied me, I've always faked my orgasms with you" Sara sneered, her words dripping with venom.
Raul's hand came down hard on Charly's face, causing him to wince in pain. He pushed him back down onto his knees, and Charly complied, his eyes glossed over with shock and humiliation.
"That's right, you little bitch. Show your wife some respect," Raul said, gripping Charly's hair tightly. "Sara, you deserve better than this worthless sissy. I'm going to show you what real pleasure feels like."
Sara's eyes lit up with excitement as Raul spoke. She couldn't deny the rush of power she felt in this moment, having her husband at the mercy of this dominant man.
"Now, Charly," Raul barked, his voice full of authority. "Go back to the corner and watch. Watch how I please your wife, how she gives in to me like she never did before."
Charly, looking defeated, nodded and obediently went back to the corner, his head hanging low in shame and humiliation.
Raul's eyes never left Charly's as he spoke to Sara, "Now, Sara, I want you to take off your clothes, slowly."
Sara felt her heart race as she followed Raul's command, her fingers shaking as she took out her dress.
Raul's gaze remained fixated on her as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground, her nipples hardening under his gaze.
Sara's heart raced as he approached her, his eyes filled with a desire that sent a shiver down her spine. Without a word, he pushed her back onto the bed, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. Sara's breath hitched as he leaned down, whispering filthy words in her ear, as he claimed her lips in a searing kiss. His grip on her wrists tightened as he ground his hips against hers, his hardness pressing against the fabric of her panties.
Sara could feel her body trembling under his touch, her mind spinning as he explored every inch of her. His lips left a trail of fire as they moved down her neck, his tongue tracing a path towards her breasts. She arched her back as he sucked on her nipples, biting down gently as she moaned with pleasure.
His free hand trailed down her body, tracing a path along her stomach and hips until he reached the waistband of her panties.
"I want to taste you, Sara," he growled, his eyes dark with desire.
She whimpered in anticipation, nodding her head eagerly. He slowly pulled her panties down, revealing her wetness to him. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent before he leaned down and pressed his mouth against her.
Sara's body trembled as he explored her with his tongue, lapping at her clit and plunging inside of her. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Raul's fingers joined in, rubbing and teasing her clit as he continued to devour her.
Sara's breathing became shallow and ragged, her back arching off the bed as she reached the peak of pleasure. With a final thrust of his tongue, Raul sent her over the edge, her orgasm washing over her like a wave.
As she lay there, panting and trembling, Raul stood up and began to remove the rest of his clothes. Sara watched him with a hungry gaze, taking in the sight of his toned chest and abs, his hard cock glistening with the saliva from both Sara and Charly . He climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her legs.
"You're mine now, Sara," he growled, his eyes blazing with desire. "I'm going to make you forget all about your pathetic husband and his tiny cock."
Sara's heart raced as she felt him press against her, his tip rubbing against her wetness.
She nodded, biting her lip as she anticipated the feeling of him filling her up. Raul didn't hesitate, thrusting into her with one hard motion. Sara gasped, her back arching off the bed as he filled her up completely.
Charly watched from the corner, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of his wife being taken by another man. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him as he watched. His cock was hard under the pink thong, and he couldn't help but reach down to touch himself as he watched Raul pound Sara relentlessly.
Raul's thrusts were hard and fast, his balls slapping against Sara's ass as he took her roughly. She moaned, her hips meeting his with each thrust.
But Raul's attention was divided. His gaze shot to Charly, who was standing in the corner, touching himself through his thong.
"Stop that, you little pervert," Raul shouted at Charly, not breaking his rhythm as he continued to fuck Sara. "You're not invited to this party. Go back to the corner and watch."
Charly's face fell as he was brought back to reality. He quickly removed his hand from his thong and shuffled back to the corner, his head hanging low in shame.
Sara, who was lost in her own pleasure, hadn't noticed Charly's self-gratification. But now, she was aware of the tension in the room. She turned her head to look at Charly, feeling a mix of guilt and arousal.
She saw him standing in the corner, looking dejected and ashamed. But Sara couldn't deny the thrill of being dominated by Raul, of having her husband at his mercy.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel it deep inside me, rough and raw."
Raul's smile was cruel as he complied, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. Sara cried out in pleasure, her body trembling beneath him. Charly watched from the corner, his own arousal building despite his shame and humiliation.
He couldn't deny the way Sara was responding to Raul's rough, raw lovemaking. The way her body was trembling with pleasure, her moans filling the room. It was a stark contrast to the lackluster sex they had been having lately.
As Raul continued to thrust into her, Sara couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. She reached down and grabbed onto Raul's ass, pulling him deeper inside of her. And then, in a moment of pure, unfiltered desire, she turned to Charly and mocked him.
"You see this, Charly?" she panted, her voice dripping with pleasure. "This is what real pleasure feels like. This is how a man is supposed to fuck his wife.
And as if to punctuate that thought, Sara turned to Charly and added, "And this is what you'll never be able to give me, Charly."
Charly's face fell as he heard her words, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt and humiliation. He had always thought that he wasn't satisfying Sara, but to hear her say it out loud was a crushing blow.
But Sara wasn't done yet. She reached down and grabbed Raul's ass, pulling him deeper inside of her. And then, in a moment of pure, unfiltered desire, she said, "I want you to take me anally, Raul. I want you to fuck my ass hard and show me what real pleasure feels like."
Raul's eyes gleamed with excitement as he heard Sara's words.
"If that's what you want, Sara," he growled, "then that's what you'll get." Then directing his attention to Charly he says "Did you hear that sissy? You wife wants me to fuck her ass. Tell me, have you ever fucked it yourself?"
Charly looks down, defeated "No, she never let me do it". The response made both Raul and Sara laugh.
He pulled out of her, making Sara whimper in protest, and then flipped her onto her stomach. Sara's breath hitched as she felt him spread her cheeks apart, and then gasped as she felt him press his tip against her tight hole.
"Relax, Sara," Raul murmured, his voice soothing. "Let me in, and I promise you'll experience a pleasure like no other."
Sara took a deep breath and tried to relax, allowing Raul to push himself inside of her. It burned, the feeling of him stretching her, but at the same time, it was incredibly arousing.
Sara felt herself growing wetter with each inch that Raul pushed into her.
"Oh, Raul, yes," Sara moaned, her voice a husky whisper as she pushed back against him.
Raul chuckled, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust deeper into her.
"I knew you'd love it, Sara," he said, his voice low and filled with satisfaction.
But Raul's attention wasn't solely on Sara. He turned to Charly, who was still standing in the corner, watching them with a mixture of arousal and shame.
"What's the matter, Charly?" Raul taunted. "Can't handle seeing your wife getting fucked by a real man?"
Charly flinched at Raul's words, his eyes falling to the ground as he tried to shrink away from the humiliation.
Sara, on the other hand, responded with a growl of desire.
"Please," she begged, pushing back against Raul harder. "Be forceful, not gentle. I want you to take me with all the strength you have, to make me feel it in every inch of my body. I want to feel like I'm being split open." He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her back onto his cock as he thrust forward with all his might. Sara cried out in pleasure, the force of his thrusts sending shockwaves through her body.
"Yes, like that," she panted, urging him on. "Give it to me harder, Raul. Make me feel it."
Charly watched from the corner, his own arousal building despite the shame and humiliation that consumed him.
He could hear the sound of Raul's hips slapping against Sara's ass as he relentlessly pounded into her, each thrust punctuated by Sara's cries of pleasure.
Charly had never seen Sara like this before. She was completely lost in the moment, her body trembling with pleasure as she begged Raul for more. And Raul was happy to oblige, his hips pistoning into her as he took her with a primal intensity.
But as Charly watched, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in. There was something about the way Raul was looking at Sara, something that made Charly's stomach churn with worry.
Sara was completely oblivious to Charly's concern, lost in the pleasure that Raul was giving her. But Charly couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
And then, his fears were confirmed as he saw Raul turn to him, a cruel grin spreading across his face.
"I think it's time for you to join in, Charly," Raul said, his voice dripping with malice. "I want you to lay on the bed, under Sara, so you can watch my cock disappear inside your wife's ass."
Charly's eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, shaking his head. "No, I-I can't do that," he stammered, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment.
But Raul wasn't taking no for an answer. He grabbed Charly by the arm and dragged him towards the bed, pushing him down onto his back.
"Do it, Charly," Raul growled, his eyes blazing with desire.
"I want you to watch as I take your wife's ass, to see the pleasure that I can give her that you never could."
Sara gasped as she felt Raul's cock press against her tight hole once again, but this time, he didn't hesitate. He pushed inside of her, his thrusts aggressive and unrelenting. Sara cried out in pleasure, her body trembling as he filled her up completely.
Charly watched from the bed, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of Raul aggressively taking his wife's ass. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of it all. Sara was so lost in pleasure, so completely taken by another man.
Raul's thrusts grew harder, his balls slapping against Sara's ass as he took her roughly.
She moaned, her hips meeting his with each thrust, the feeling of him inside her so intense and overwhelming. And then, with one final thrust, Raul growled, "I'm going to cum inside your ass, Sara. I'm going to fill you up with every drop of my seed."
Sara's breath hitched at his words, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt him pulse inside of her. She felt so dirty, so depraved, but at the same time, she had never felt so alive.
Charly watched from beneath Sara, Raul's balls close to his face, emptying inside his beloved wife's ass, his own arousal building despite the humiliation and shame that consumed him.
As Raul's orgasm subsided, he pulled out of Sara with a lewd popping sound, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling with pleasure. He then turned to Charly, who was still lying on his back, looking up at him with a mixture of arousal and fear.
"Sara, I want you to sit on Charly's face and let him clean out your ass," Raul ordered, his voice full of authority.
Sara hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then she nodded, climbing off Charly and turning to face him.
"Open your mouth, Charly," she said, her voice soft and sultry.
Charly obeyed, opening his mouth as Sara positioned herself above him, lowering herself down onto his face.
"Good boy," Raul murmured, his voice filled with amusement. "Lick that ass, Charly. Make sure you get all of my cum out of it."
"I want you to eat your wife's ass, Charly. Taste my cum that's still inside of her. Show us both how much you're willing to do for us."
Charly's heart sank. He couldn't believe what Raul was asking of him. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the arousal that surged through him at the thought of it. He had always been attracted to the taboo, the forbidden. And this was certainly both of those things.
Sara's heart was pounding in her chest as she felt Charly move closer to her, his breath hot on her skin. She could hear the hesitation in his breath, the uncertainty in his movements. And she couldn't blame him. This was something they had never done before.
Sara closed her eyes and lowered herself down onto Charly's face, feeling him gasp as her weight settled on him.
Raul's hand was on the back of her head, guiding her, as she began to rock back and forth, grinding herself against Charly's mouth. She could hear him moaning and groaning beneath her, trying to breathe as she smothered him, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the pleasure that Raul was giving her, the way he made her feel desired and desired.
Charly, on the other hand, felt like he was in a dream.
He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the arousal that surged through him at the thought of it.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he felt Sara's weight settle on his face. He could smell the musky scent of Raul's cum mixed with her own musk, and it was intoxicating. He could feel her grinding herself against his mouth, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as she sought her own pleasure.
At first, Charly struggled to breathe, but then he forced himself to relax, to focus on the task at hand. He began to lick and suck, his tongue darting out to taste Raul's cum as it coated Sara's ass.
At first, he was hesitant, unsure of how to proceed, but as Sara's movements grew more insistent, he found himself becoming lost in the sensation of her body pressed against his.
Charly's reluctance turned into passionate submission under Raul's control. He had never felt so powerless, so dominated, and yet at the same time, he had never felt so alive. He found himself wanting more, craving the feeling of Raul's control over him.
"That's it, Charly," Raul murmured, his hand still resting on the back of Sara's head. "You're a natural at this. I knew you had it in you."
Charly's mind reeled as he heard Raul's words.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and yet at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of it all. He had always known that there was something missing in his relationship with Sara, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. And now, as he listened to the sounds of their deep, sloppy kisses, he knew that he had found what he had been missing.
Raul's cum was still seeping from Sara's ass, a constant reminder of the intense pleasure that he had given her, and Charly couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he listened to the sounds of their passion. He had never been able to satisfy Sara in the way that Raul did, and now, as he listened to them, he knew that he never would.
"Finally," Raul said, standing up and towering over them. "I think it's time that the two of you learn your place."
Charly and Sara looked up at Raul, their hearts pounding in their chests as they waited for him to continue.
"I want both of you to kneel before me," Raul said, his voice low and commanding. "I want you to worship my body, to show me the respect that I deserve."
Charly's heart sank as he heard Raul's words. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at the thought of worshiping Raul's body. He had always been attracted to the dominant, the powerful. And now, as he looked up at Raul, he knew that he had found the ultimate alpha male.
"I said, I want you to kneel before me," Raul repeated, his voice a low rumble that made Charly's heart skip a beat.
Sara was already kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed on Raul's body as if he were a god.
Charly hesitated for a moment, but then he too dropped to his knees, his eyes fixed on Raul's muscular form.
Raul smiled, a cruel smile that made Charly's stomach twist with unease.
"Good girls," Raul said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, worship my cock. Kiss every inch of it, show me the respect that I deserve." Sara and Charly exchanged a glance, and then, without a word, they both leaned forward and took Raul's cock into their mouths at the same time. Raul groaned in pleasure, his hands tangling in their hair as they licked and sucked at him, their tongues swirling around his shaft.
As they knelt before him, Sara and Charly both felt a sense of arousal that they had never felt before. They had never shared a man before, and yet, as they both pleasured Raul, they couldn't deny the thrill of it all.
Raul's cock was hard and thick, and they both took turns sucking and licking at it, their tongues exploring every inch of his length.
Suddenly, Raul pulled back, his cock slipping from their lips.
"Enough," he commanded, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "I'm done with you both for today." Sara and Charly looked up at him, confused and disappointed.
"What do you mean 'enough'?" Sara asked, her voice trembling with desire.
"I mean that I'm done with both of you for now," Raul replied, his tone harsh and unyielding. "But don't worry, I'm sure I'll want more of you later."
Sara and Charly exchanged a worried glance, unsure of what to do next.
Raul walked over to the corner of the room and picked up his clothes, slowly getting dressed as he watched them.
"You both did well today," he said, as he pulled on his pants and buttoned them up. "Especially you, Charly. You surprised me with how well you took to your new role as my slut."
Charly's eyes widened in shock as he heard Raul's words.
He had never heard anything so absurd, so outrageous, in his life.
"What do you mean, your slut?" Charly asked, his voice shaking with anger and disbelief.
Raul chuckled as he finished dressing, his eyes never leaving Charly's face.
"I mean exactly what I said," Raul replied, his tone casual and unyielding. "I want you to be a sex toy at my party this weekend. And in exchange, I'll delete Sara's video." .
"You can't be serious," Charly said, his voice shaking with emotion.
"Your choice, slut. Either you come as a sex toy to my party, and I release your wife from the blackmail, or you don't and she's the one that will be coming to this party... and many, many others" says Raul grinning wickedly. Sara looks at Charly, she doesn't want anything bad to happen to him, but this is her chance to be freed from the blackmail!! She feels torn between her loyalty to Charly and her desire to escape this situation.
She can see the desperation in Charly's eyes, knowing that he is doing this for her. With a heavy heart, Sara nods her agreement.
"Alright, I'll do it," Charly says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Raul grins at their submission, knowing that he has won.
"Excellent," Raul replies, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you would see things my way."
Charly's relief is palpable as he realizes that his wife will be safe from harm.
"Thank you," Sara whispers, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe." replies Charly
Sara feels a surge of affection for her husband, knowing that he is doing this out of love for her.
"Good!" Says Raul. "The party will be this saturday, make sure to look stunning and sexy, and get some fake breasts, that flat chest doesn't look very good"
"Oh, and you have to come too" says Raul looking at Sara. "Charly will be the main attraction, but there will be so many guys that we will find some use for you too"
"Plus, Max and Jack will be there and I'm sure they will be delighted to see you again" says Raul laughing.
Sara felt a surge of unease at the mention of Max and Jack, the two men that had assaulted her at Raul's previous party.
"Fine, I'll come," Sara says, her voice trembling with fear.
"Good girl," Raul replies, patting her on the head like she was a dog.
Sara felt a surge of anger and humiliation at the patronizing gesture, but she kept her composure, knowing that this was the only way to protect Charly and herself.
"Good, now that we have that settled, I have to go," Raul says, making his way to the door.
"Don't worry, I'll pick you both up on Saturday, and I'll bring the costume for Charly. I'm sure you will find it lovely"
And with those words, Raul left, leaving Charly and Sara alone, half naked and fucked and feeling like dirty whores, and loving it.