They tied my arms to a hook in the ceiling and spread my legs, tying each ankle to the wall on either side. I was naked and open to their sadistic gazes, tightly secured and yearning for their touch.
“She’s actually dripping! Oh my gosh, what a little slut!” She laughed as she reached her hand between my thighs and gathered a small pool of my fluid in her hand before wiping it across my cheek.
He sat on the end of the bed, relaxing back and smiling as she teased me, his hardened cock pressed against the fabric of his pants. I wanted to free it, to take it into my mouth and taste the warm skin. I wanted him to pound it into me mercilessly while she watched, but that was not going to happen.
“You want me to touch you so badly, don’t you?” She pinched my nipple as she taunted me, causing me to lurch and moan into the gag in my mouth.
“Do you want me to put my fingers in here?” She reached down to my sopping cunt and barely grazed it with her fingertips, driving me mad. “Do you want me to fuck you with my hand?” I did, I wanted so much to be touched, to come all over her hand, or mouth or whatever she decided to use on me. I shook my head emphatically. Please. Yes. But she just laughed and stepped back out of reach, watching me squirm against my bonds.
“You silly little slut. You’re not going to get what you want, but I will. I’m going to fuck your husband right in front of you and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
She sat down on the bed next to him and put her hand over his bulging cock, claiming it as her own, and I moaned. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, how to fuck with me. She spread her legs wide and pulled her panties aside. I could see the pink folds of her pretty cunt glistening as she rubbed her fingers around in circles. He watched her, mesmerized, and I was forgotten, just a silent thing hanging from the ceiling. They both quickly shed their remaining clothing and my torment began. My cunt fluttered and clenched as I watched my husband with this gorgeous woman.
She knelt down and took him into her mouth, deeper than I ever could, her throat opened for him as he thrust into her. I wanted him in my throat, I wanted to choke on him, I wanted him to make those noises for me, but I was only meant to watch.
“Oh fuck, you have such a sweet mouth!” he grunted the words as she smiled up at him with her big eyes. “I bet you wish I was fucking your mouth, don’t you hun?”, he remembered I was still there.
I nodded, a whine escaping my mouth with the drool that had begun to drip down my chin. He pulled his cock from her throat and pushed her to the end of the bed with her pussy facing me. I wished I could taste her, push my face into her slit and find her clit with my tongue.
“Your husband is going to stick his cock into my cunt and fuck me with it!” she sneered as she spread herself open with her fingers, showing me her pretty pink cunt.
He rubbed the tip of his dick against her, looking over his shoulder at me as he did. Yes, stick it in her. Fuck her. Make me watch you. I grunted as he impaled her, sinking all the way inside. I could almost feel him inside me as I watched them, I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. He was like an animal, bucking against her as she screamed beneath him. I could tell her orgasm was building, she sounded more desperate, needy, her breath came in ragged pants. She reached her hand between her legs, her arm thrusting furiously beneath her, and my own cunt spasmed. I could feel my juices sliding down my thigh, and I wished I could free just one hand so I could touch myself too, but I was secured.
“Oh fuck! I’m coming!” She arched, throwing her head back as her orgasm ripped through her. “Your husband has such a good fucking cock!”, she screamed, punching every word with the movement of her rounded hips. Even while coming she was able to taunt me, and her words hit me hard. Witnessing her orgasm as he fucked her roughly threw me over the edge and I came, a throbbing rippling orgasm that was somehow more powerful than any with actual stimulation. I cried out, my thighs shaking as it continued.
“Holy shit, did you just come?” she laughed. They both turned and looked at me, incredulous, my husband’s cock still buried in her cunt. “What a little slut!”
“I have an idea. Untie her, quickly and put her on the bed!” The excitement in his voice had me a little worried.
He pulled out of her sopping hole, and they both got to work on my bonds. They positioned me on the bed and tied me to the corners, spread eagle and face up.
“Straddle her face. I really want her to see this!”
She positioned herself over me, and I watched as his cock slowly disappeared inside of her. I squirmed underneath them, wanting to participate, wanting to feel filled and stretched like her.
“You like that don’t you?” she teased.
I did like it. I was so close I could smell her, I could almost reach my face up to touch her. I could hear the squelching noises as his cock pumped in and out of her so close to my face. My whole body shook with need, and I whined and moaned, thrashing my head from side to side, keeping my eyes on the scene above me.
“Fuck, make me come again! I want her to see me come on your cock again!” she panted.
Yes, please make her come again! I could feel myself building up to another orgasm, and I wanted to see if I could do it again, come without being touched. As if on cue, she buried her face into my belly, biting my tender flesh as she came. I screamed with her, the pain trickling down to my clit as I exploded with another orgasm. He grunted and tightened, holding himself fully inside her as he pumped his come into her. The room was filled with our heavy breathing, the three of us coming down from our orgasms. I still kept my eyes focused on the spot where he disappeared into her pink slit. He slowly withdrew, and I watched as a drop of his come leaked from her cunt and landed on my face.
“Make her clean you up,” he said as he backed away from us.
She quickly unbuckled the gag and lowered herself to my mouth. I lapped at their combined juices, happy to participate in any way they would allow.