Being Cuckolded #72 The exchange Pt. 3
I quietly sat there watching the three men take turns fucking my wife. Every moan she made caused me toclench up inside my cage, wishing I could be doing what these men were clearly doing so much better than me. Magnus was currently reminding my wife how deep she could feel him, her legs extended out fully, a V for victory as he slammed inside.
I could see Patrick was hard again, the wonders of youth and superiority evident. There was a very special moment where Tom and Patrick each held one of my wife's legs open for Magnus. Helping my wife keep her V shape as her leg muscles contracted for her third orgasm.
That was her breaking point, none of the guys seemed in the mood to stop, my wife was jelly, under labored gasping she pleaded with Magnus to give her a few minutes. Reluctantly at first.... continuing to thrust, eventually he withdrew and they all sat on the bed while my wife tried to compose herself.
I momentarily lost myself in the replaying image of the guys holding my wife's legs open, while Magnus was fucking her. It was a wonderful image to have, even if my balls did ache with futility. Magnus tossed me a bunch of keys, I had been so engrossed in reliving that moment I had blanked him asking me to get them all some bottles of beer from the bar.
I looked up confused as the keys landed near me, all the guys looking down at me sitting on the floor. He repeated the instruction and I busied myself blushing stupidly as I gathered up the keys and headed out of the apartment. Magnus shouted after me to use the green key, I was already heading down the stairs but fortunately the apartment door was still closing.
The nighclub seemed eerily empty as I padded barefoot across the dance floor. I glanced around nervously, it was about 4:30am but I was still regretting not putting my pants on before coming down here. Walking behind the bar I looked down along the fridges beneath, eventually finding the one containing the beer Magnus wanted. I stood there fumbling in the dim emergency lighting, as I tried to detect which key has the "green" sticker on it.
Twice stooping down to discover it didn't fit and was the wrong one, eventually I got it open. Just as I was turning to leave I glanced up, noticing a tiny little red light on the security camera pointing behind the bar, filming my naked fat ass, complete with cage on display. I looked directly at it, I wonder if anybody looks over those.... hopefully not.
By the time I got back into the apartment, My wife was riding on top of Patrick and kissing Tom. Duty done, I shuffled back over to the corner and sat back down to admire the show.
Any one of these guys could shame me, all together I was just in awe of my wife's stamina. Clearly exhausted and glowing pink, she kept going, no doubt driven by being the star of the performance and thoroughly enjoying their attention. I've always had interracial fetishes ever since I watched interracial porn when I was 14. Took a while to get my wife interested, I never thought she would ever entertain three guys though, it suits her.
They all pumped up inside my wife, a visual and audible kick in my balls each time, a beautiful agony. The whole event went on until 6am, my wife ended up very floppy and full. Helping her dress and holding her hand as she stumbled, heels clacking across the dance floor, Magnus showing us out. My wife's weakened legs and hips wobbling as she fought to walk straight and stay upright, will stay in memory forever.
We slept together in the hotel for most of the morning. The men still deeply embedded inside my wife as I spooned up behind her. I never did get unlocked.
I could see Patrick was hard again, the wonders of youth and superiority evident. There was a very special moment where Tom and Patrick each held one of my wife's legs open for Magnus. Helping my wife keep her V shape as her leg muscles contracted for her third orgasm.
That was her breaking point, none of the guys seemed in the mood to stop, my wife was jelly, under labored gasping she pleaded with Magnus to give her a few minutes. Reluctantly at first.... continuing to thrust, eventually he withdrew and they all sat on the bed while my wife tried to compose herself.
I momentarily lost myself in the replaying image of the guys holding my wife's legs open, while Magnus was fucking her. It was a wonderful image to have, even if my balls did ache with futility. Magnus tossed me a bunch of keys, I had been so engrossed in reliving that moment I had blanked him asking me to get them all some bottles of beer from the bar.
I looked up confused as the keys landed near me, all the guys looking down at me sitting on the floor. He repeated the instruction and I busied myself blushing stupidly as I gathered up the keys and headed out of the apartment. Magnus shouted after me to use the green key, I was already heading down the stairs but fortunately the apartment door was still closing.
The nighclub seemed eerily empty as I padded barefoot across the dance floor. I glanced around nervously, it was about 4:30am but I was still regretting not putting my pants on before coming down here. Walking behind the bar I looked down along the fridges beneath, eventually finding the one containing the beer Magnus wanted. I stood there fumbling in the dim emergency lighting, as I tried to detect which key has the "green" sticker on it.
Twice stooping down to discover it didn't fit and was the wrong one, eventually I got it open. Just as I was turning to leave I glanced up, noticing a tiny little red light on the security camera pointing behind the bar, filming my naked fat ass, complete with cage on display. I looked directly at it, I wonder if anybody looks over those.... hopefully not.
By the time I got back into the apartment, My wife was riding on top of Patrick and kissing Tom. Duty done, I shuffled back over to the corner and sat back down to admire the show.
Any one of these guys could shame me, all together I was just in awe of my wife's stamina. Clearly exhausted and glowing pink, she kept going, no doubt driven by being the star of the performance and thoroughly enjoying their attention. I've always had interracial fetishes ever since I watched interracial porn when I was 14. Took a while to get my wife interested, I never thought she would ever entertain three guys though, it suits her.
They all pumped up inside my wife, a visual and audible kick in my balls each time, a beautiful agony. The whole event went on until 6am, my wife ended up very floppy and full. Helping her dress and holding her hand as she stumbled, heels clacking across the dance floor, Magnus showing us out. My wife's weakened legs and hips wobbling as she fought to walk straight and stay upright, will stay in memory forever.
We slept together in the hotel for most of the morning. The men still deeply embedded inside my wife as I spooned up behind her. I never did get unlocked.
6 years ago
