A lot of you have asked for stories from my wife, the cuckoldress. I found one she wrote a few years ago after Andre had been our bull for two years. You can read a little about how he is in my past two stories. It's long and I edited the formatting. Besides that it's all her. And yes it's long.
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I'm writing this because I need realized how much I have changed over these past seven years of cuckolding James. I wish I would've documented more along the way.
This dynamic didn't do something dramatic like save our marriage or "spice things up." We've been in this lifestyle, at least mentally, since be brought it up to me years and years ago.
Andre changed everything. I still don't understand what it is in me that feels like it has to obey him but I have never been more fulfilled in every way than being his. James has spent these last two years guiding me into my submission, which I still don't full understand.
This past weekend Andre said he wanted me to come watch football with he and two of his friends. It's not the first time but he told me I'd be serving them and I immediately got wet. James told me he probably meant serving drinks and food.
I told him he's probably right but what fun is that? I wanted to make it special, I wanted to feel like a slut, I wanted to give James the most angst possible, and mostly I wanted to please Andre.
I love Andrew's house. It's not huge but it's so nice and put together. In his living room he has a nice TV and an open floor plan into the kitchen. There's a white leather couch and recliner. It's never been my styke but it works for him. We've fucked on that couch so many times I have come to hate how my skin sticks to it though.
James gets all hot and bothered when I'm getting ready to go over the Andre's. He always has with other bulls but with Andre it's even more elevated because of how dominant Andre is with both of us.
He wouldn't shut the hell up trying to figure out what I should wear, do my hair, etc.
I finally asked him, "What would be your fantasy if I were coming over to your place to serve you?"
He stood there thinking.
"Can you even put yourself in that type of position? Can you imagine being alpha enough to have a sexy woman coming to serve you and your friends?"
He stood there for a minute then said, "Not really."
"Andre isn't going to be happy if you don't pick out something good for me."
I fucking tormenting him. It took me a while to realize that he actually gets off on it. I will never understand it, but once I knew it was true I realized I was doing it for him, not to him. Sick fuck.
We made sure he shaved me super well. He took care of my legs and my bikini regions.
He still couldn't decide what I should wear.
"Remember, with Andre, less is more."
He walked into the closet and came out with a very simple black thong and an old Redskins jersey that I forgot I had.
He was smiling and a little giddy.
"Ok, ok… Just the thong and I want to cut the jersey short to just under your boobs."
He was so proud of himself. I felt a little pity for him for a second but also a bit of disdain. Not that I didn't love him in the moment but the fact that he's that pathetic to be so excited by this.
Its an odd emotion but I channel it into my sadistic nature towards him. He accepts and loves that.
"For fuck's sake… You are such a cuck," I said.
He nodded and held the jersey up to me. It took him forever but he cut it right up to where he said he would.
I put the jersey on, the thong, and one of my husband's hats. I put it backwards and put eye black on to look like a good little football fan.
When we first started dating my husband told me he has a weird fetish for women in backwards hats and he always wanted to have a blowjob from a hot girl in a hat like that. Just after that he told me about his cuckold fantasy.
Just a peak into my bitchy tendencies.. Now I give blowjobs while wearing backwards hats all the time. Just not to him. It turns me on so much to know how much it must devastate him every time.
Anyways, I felt sexy. By his jaw hanging open I knew I looked it.
We started to walk to the garage to get into the car.
"Aren't you going to wear something over that until you get in his place?" he said.
"Nope. I'm good," I said as I got in the car.
The only thing I'd changed was I'd grabbed some high heels. James loves me in heels but Andre was going through a phase where he was telling me to wear them when I was around him.
James knew better than to even question me at this point and he didn't say anything.
The drive over there was quick and I kept making jabs at his angst because I know he wouldn't want it any other way.
"I think one of his guests is Matt. That guy is so sexy." "I'm wondering if he'll use me as part of a bet on the game." "I should've hydrated more…" "How many orgasms do you think they'll have because of your wife?"
We finally get to the house and James pulls in the driveway. There were two cars on the street so I knew his two buddies were there. The garage was open and I knew I could walk right on in.
I knew I was already soaked. I felt my thong and realized it was soaked through.
"Feel that, baby." I ran James' finger along the front of it.
"Holy shit," he said.
"Mama needs it bad," I said as I left.
I kissed him and walked in holding just my phone. I walked with a bit of an exaggerated sway as he stared at my ass in that thong, even more prominent thanks to the heels, and the jersey he'd cut way up my back.
I'm not gonna lie, I hoped other people saw me walking in like that. I felt hot. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror before I opened the door into the kitchen and was pleased with my eye black, the way my hair came out from under the hat, and everything else.
As a little joke between James and I, I turned around and waved with one hand as I blew him a kiss before flicking him off with both hands and smiling.
My heart rate was jacked. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I always did to a degree with Andre but when other guys were involved I was always super nervous. I knew Andre would take care of me though.
I opened the door and heard the pregame on loud from the TV. Andre's friend Matt was right there in the kitchen, his other friend Jackson was on just the other side of him, and a third guy I didn't know was on the couch.
All of a sudden I felt very weird, especially since I didn't see Andre.
"Holy fuck," Matt said, "Good to see you again, Ashley." I smiled and said thank you while I felt myself blush.
Mercifully, Andre walked out of his bedroom and made a "Woooooo" noise when he saw me.
"Damn!" he walked closer. "Spin around and show us both sides."
I felt so exposed. It's such a rush. I'd never had anything like this until Andre but feeling "on display" like this makes me feel incredibly sexy. It makes me feel like he's proud of me.
He walked up and relatively gently smacked my ass then I felt his hands on me. As he grabbed me I remember feeling this wave come over me that I don't think I'd ever felt before. I'm sure it had a lot to do with being in front of his friends like this, one I didn't even know yet, and me feeling like the object of desire for everyone in the room.
I spun around and kissed him. He said quietly under his breath, "You know you're one bad bitch, right?"
I smiled and said, "Me? I'm just a sweet, innocent angel."
"Sure you are," he laughed as he turned and re-introduced me to Matt and Jackson. Matt looked even sexier than I remembered and Jackson was cute. Matt is a tall white guy, cleanshaven with nice dimples and a really nice body. Jackson was around 6', average build and has a really nice smile. Both of them have dark hair.
The most awkward part was meeting one of Matt's friends, who is friends with Andre as well, but that Matt had brought. He stood up from the couch and introduced himself to me. His name was James. I told him that was my husband's name and the look on his face was priceless.
"He knows I'm here, don't worry," I said.
"Matt's told me about your situation. It sounds hot. For you and Andre at least."
I nodded and said, "My husband gets just as much out of it, believe it or not."
This James wasnt very tall, probably 5'10" and a relatively average build. He was bald and his dark brown skin was slightly lighter than Andre's. I studied him to see his reaction to me being in these clothes, or lack thereof, and he wasn't even trying to be subtle. He kept looking my body up and down. I was pushing myself to dive more and more into embracing this.
"OK boys, I'm here to serve so let me. Take a seat."
I went to the kitchen, which was just right there next to the living room, and got the drinks they wanted and brought over the chips and other snacks. It was most 1 and time for kickoff.
Andre sat on the left side of the couch and James on the right side. Matt was in the recliner, though not reclined, and Jackson was in a chair he'd brought over from the kitchen table.
I sat in the middle of Andre and James and Andre immediately had his hands roaming my legs. I felt so turned on.
It was barely after kickoff before Andre ran my hand over his massive cock and I felt how rock hard he was. He was in basketball shorts, which is pretty standard for when I'm around because he wants easy access to his cock.
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something.
I leaned over, "Can I suck you right here?"
"Of course. Why do you think you're here?" he said with a smirk
I playfully slapped him on the chest and started to get in the floor.
He stopped me from getting in the floor and said, "Nah, across the couch."
James was watching me. I looked at the spot I was sitting on the couch and realized my ass would be right in James' face if I sucked Andre off that way.
I got back up on the couch and bent over to where I could suck Andre off. As predicted, my legs were all over James and my ass was where he could use it as an armrest or kiss it if he wanted to.
"Sorry for crowding you," I said to James.
"I could move if I wanted to… I just really don't want to," he said and everyone laughed.
I felt such an adrenaline rush as I pushed my ass up in the air and got my lips around Andre's cock. I actually got worried I'd start dripping since I felt so desperately horny.
I worked Andre's cock and he moaned as he moved my hair some so he could watch my mouth on him. He loves that.
James was being so respectful. Too respectful. I wanted him to touch me. I needed relief back there.
Andre knows me enough by now to know I was desperate. He motioned to James before grabbing my ass, "Touch her, bro. Finger her."
James was quiet for a second then said, "You good with that?"
It took me a second to realize he was talking to me and I blurted out, "Fuck yes. Please."
I felt his hands slowly touching my ass. It was sexy having just met this guy and him learning how to interact with me and this dynamic.
He started taking more chances and I felt him move my tiny thong over a little and start running his finger over my pussy. I was dying inside. I needed something and he finally snuck a finger in and started giving me some pleasure.
I moaned on Andre's cock but knew that if I slowed down I would risk Andre telling him to stop until I finished him off. So, I worked Andre's dick even harder. It felt like it took twenty minutes but it was probably closer to ten when he finally unloaded in my mouth. He held my head in place while he got every last drop into my mouth. He knows he doesn't need to do that anymore, he's made it clear that's his expectation, but I figured he was putting on a show for his boys. That was fine with me.
I held his massive load in my mouth before swallowing it and then cleaned off any other cum on his dick before putting my head down on his lap and moaning while loving what James was doing. I heard Andre say something to James then a few seconds later I felt his tongue on my pussy.
It felt electric. The combination of everything was unbelievably sexy. I felt pulses going through my body and the excitement of a new guy eating me out in front of his friends. I don't remember any thoughts going through my head at this point except the desire for wanting more and more of this.
It finally happened. I felt my orgasm coming and knew it was going to be a huge one. I held on tight to Andre, still feeling his cock against my face, and I heard Andre say, "Bro, she's a squirmed, hold onto her."
James held my hips tight and kept going with his tongue as I got pushed over the edge. My hips felt like they were convulsing and I couldn't control them. I let out a yell as James finished me off before I collapsed onto the couch.
I should've felt awkward. James had moved back into his seat but his hands were still on my ass. I should've been embarrassed. All I felt was sexy.
"Holy fuck," James said. "You are fucking amazing." I honestly felt so reassured and proud when he said that.
I was lying across his lap and felt his boner on my leg. I immediately wanted to repay him.
I got on my knees and started undoing his jeans without saying a word.
"What kind of person would I be if I didn't repay that?"
"I'm not going to argue," he said.
I worked his jeans down enough and cum was strung from the tip of his cock to his boxers. I took it with my finger and locked it off while staring at him.
"Oh shit," he said and rolled his head back for a second.
Andre started laughing and said, "I'm telling you bro. Shes a bad bitch."
I smiled as I took his cock in my hand and licked up the shaft. He was looking at me again so I maintained eye contact.
I saw Andre taking a video out of the corner of my eye and I turned but didn't stop sucking.
"For cucky?" I remember saying.
"Yeah, for cucky. And for James."
"Hey baby, meet James," I said as I wiggled his cock for a second then got back to it. James' body and face were out of frame but he waved in front of the camera for a second and Andre chuckled. I was ready to get to work and ignored the camera.
Andre videod for about thirty seconds and before he cut it off said, "That cage is getting tighter isn't it?"
James sat back and just enjoyed himself. He wasn't grabbing me, he wasn't tense, he just sat there with a confidence I felt was very sexy. While his cock didn't compare to Andre's it was still really nice and big enough to take care of a woman.
I'd totally forgotten about Matt and Jackson but then wondered if they were watching all of this or focusing on the game. I looked over for a second and Matt's eyes were glued to my ass.
My blowjob skills were at their peak by this point in my hotwifingife and I got James done in less than five minutes. Him being super turned on helped as well.
As he came in my mouth I felt Andre put his hand on my shoulder but not my head. I almost felt insulted like he had to remind me not to waste a drop. I stayed in and made sure everything was drained before I pulled back.
As I held my mouth there Andre said, "Good girl." I felt silly for being so comforted and proud.
I collected myself for a second, wiped away a drop of cum on my lip and Andre had gotten me a glass of water.
I sat back down next James as he got his pants situated. Andre plopped down on the other side of me and didn't say anything. I went to the bathroom and got some mouthwash so I didn't completely have cum breath.
When I got back to the livingroom the guys were talking about the football game, which I hadn't even remembered was on at that point.
I still had my heels on and was surprisingly not that much of a mess besides my thong being soaked. Oh well.
I asked the guys if they wanted something to drink and Matt was the only one that asked for another beer. He said he'd get it but I told him I wanted to.
I handed it to him and I'm not going to lie, I got a little weak at the knees when he looked in my eyes and smiled. He's gorgeous. My husband knows it. I know it. It's just fact.
"I regret not sitting on the couch," he said. I felt my face get flush.
I felt intimidated and like a school girl but had to remind myself that I'm a married woman who is clearly here to do whatever she wanted.
"I mean, this is a nice chair," I said with a gentle push rocking it slightly. We both laughed very flirtatiously.
He looked down and scooted over.
"I'll make room if you want to sit here."
I looked over at Andre and he nodded. I turned around and sat down slowly essentially on Matt's lap. And partially the arm of the chair.
We watched the game until almost halftime just sitting there and drinking a couple of beers each. I got more beers for everyone during that time. I was feeling it for sure. I weight 120 lbs, it doesn't take much.
Matt was being very respectful and while he got a little more handsy as we drank he still only touched my legs.
The attention turned to my jersey and it being cut. He said poked at it being a Robert Griffin III jersey and I poked back about him being great for a year.
I looked down at it and said, "You can't even tell the number now with it cut."
When I did that I pulled it up slightly and he got a peak at my breasts. I watched him stare.
I wanted him.
"You can touch them."
He didn't even hesitate. He got his hand under my tiny jersey and started massaging my left breast. I felt a rush again. Having this guy that I had a school girl crush on feeling me up like this. I wanted to fuck him.
I looked over at Andre and in a moment of boldness that must've been from the alcohol I said, "Can we go to your bed?"
He smiled, "Do whatever you do right here with us."
I usually don't but I answered "Yes, sir."
Matt was getting turned on very quickly.
"Do you have a condom?" he asked me.
I laughed in my head because I literally walked in with my phone and wearing a thong. I shook my head.
"I know I'm clean…" I said
"I am too," he said confidently.
"Good enough for me," I said and I kissed him deeply. I was so excited. This is one thing about being a hotwife, you get these experiences that people in vanilla marriages only dream of. I didn't think of my husband at all at that moment but I'm so thankful to him for being a little cuck.
Matt was in khaki shorts. I needed his cock now. I turned where I was straddling him and started unbuttoning his shorts between my legs. I got on the floor in front of him and before he knew it I had his shoes, socks, boxers, and shorts totally off.
His cock was gorgeous. Maybe that's weird but it's true.
I blurted out, "Of course your cock is beautiful, too." He smiled.
I saw the eyes of everyone in the room on me and again I felt a rush of sexual power and confidence through my body. I didn't know if it's just from being in front of other people or what, but I was in heaven.
Matt pulled me back with his powerful arms and I reached down to guide his cock into me. He put his legs on the ground to brace the chair and I started riding him. I opened my eyes and was enthralled with looking at him while we fucked. His body was so cut and lean.
I rode him until my legs were killing me.
He could tell I was exhausted and he said, "I got this."
He stood up and I was standing in front of him. Walked around me and guided with me to the chair with his hand. He had me on my knees across the chair with my face looking towards the other three guys.
I was a little sad that I couldn't see him anymore but then he slid his cock into me and I couldn't have cared less.
He started plowing me. He'd obviously had this pent up. He was absolutely pounding my ass and the sound was incredible, although it faded while my eyes rolled back into nirvana.
I opened my eyes several minutes into it and saw Andre videoing it again. He didn't have a great view but he was honing in on my face. I knew my cuckold would be receiving that shortly.
Matt continued pounding me and I loved how he ran his hands over my ass he'd grab it, give it a light slap, and run his hands over it.
I was looking at Andre and then looked over at James while in my blissful fog. He and I locked eyes and it made me start to cum. I held my eyes on his while I started screaming and came hard on Matt's dick. He wasn't done yet so he held me tight and kept pounding.
I felt a second orgasm cumming as Matt said he was about to cum.
Andre called out, "Pull out and cum on the jersey."
He pulled out, I flipped over while right on the edge, and he started cumming right on my chest and the jersey. I was right on the edge so I used my fingers to finish myself off at the same time. I yelled as I convulsed again and finished his cock off with my other hand. The jersey was absolutely covered.
We laughed about how covered it was and I slid it off very carefully and laid it on the coffee table.
"My poor jersey!" I said trying to be dramatic. Everyone laughed.
Matt was still standing there with his cock out and turned around and kissed him. It was just a reflex and he didn't seem to mind.
So, now I was there in just my tiny black thong and my heels, no more jersey. Honestly, I was fine with it because it wasn't super comfortable anyways.
Everyone collected themselves and watched highlights of other games while I lounged on the couch between Andre and James. I felt satisfied and a little tired.
The second half started and Andre reached around me and was fondling my breast. I felt the slut energy returning to me as he got me worked up again.
I leaned over to him and I told him how I was making cucky guess how many orgasms all of you would have while I was here. He laughed and we talked about it for a second.
He said he had an idea and popped up from the couch returning a few moments later with a black sharpie.
"We'll keep track for him," he had a smile on his face like he was so proud he'd found another way to fuck with him.
He wrote on my lower back, almost like a tramp stamp and said, "I started a tally."
I had three black stripes on my lower back right above my thong.
"I guess you can say I've earned my stripes?" I joked.
This got laughs.
Jackson was the only one at this point that hadn't gotten anything. It almost felt like he was an afterthought and it made me feel bad.
"Jackson," I said, he jerked his head to look at me, "Need another drink?"
"Sure, you choose," he said.
I grabbed him a beer and walked over. I stood right in front of him in his kitchen chair and handed it to him while looking down at him.
"OK. Now you choose." I said.
"Really?" he said.
"You think I'd leave you out? What kind of bitch do you think I am?"
He smiled nervously and looked uncomfortable.
I told him he didn't have to do anything and we could just watch the game.
He said, "No! No… I mean. I'd love a blowjob."
I was still standing over him and bent straight over to help him get his pants off. I pulled his boxers down and he was completely soft.
I knelt down and got it in my fingers. It was still completely soft and I felt bad for him. I realized I may be able to demoralize him for the rest of his life if he couldn't get off in front of them.
I could tell he was nervous being in front of them and I started licking the tip. I mouthed to him, "It's OK," and winked at him.
I did this for about thirty seconds and tried to work it a little but he was in his head too much.
Trying not to draw attention to it I crawled up on him and started making out with him while straddling him.
"This chair sucks for this," I said.
He laughed a little and I feel like that lightened the mood. As we made out I moved my hips in a grinding motion and and I could feel him getting harder.
I got back down and started sucking him off. I'd sprinkle in comments about how I liked his cock and ask if he liked what I was doing. It seemed to relax him. He came quickly. It was actually pretty sweet.
I told my husband James about this part and said it was so cute. He jokingly responded in a robotic voice, "Oh yes. You are so kind and compassionate to sexual needs." Made me laugh.
I got up and feeling happy that everyone was taken care of I started walking back to the couch.
Andre put his hand up, telling me to stop. I stood there and he said, "Why don't you crawl over here."
His eyes were glassy from the beers and he was feeling more and more dominant. I did without hesitation. We were familiar enough with each other at this point that I knew to listen.
I crawled over to my spot, exaggerating my hip sway for effect.
I sat in front of the couch and looked up at him. He didn't say anything to me so I just sat there on the floor looking at him. I felt so objectified and felt a sexy shame rush over me. Immediately I was back into my ultra submissive state. This man knew how I needed to be treated better than anyone ever.
I sat there waiting for a few minutes and he handed me an empty beer can. I started crawling over to throw it away and he stopped me.
"Jackson," he held up the sharpie. Jackson came over and Andre directed him to put another tally on my lower back. Four.
I then crawled to the trashcan on the tile and had a fleeting thought of "If my mom could see me now."
I crawled back over and sat next to the couch feeling like a dog.
"You need a lot more tally marks," Andre said.
"Yes, sir." I agreed.
Wanting to make him happy I went to the coffee table, right in front of him, and laid my head and chest on it with my ass poking up. I was right next to the jersey still covered in Matt's cum.
Without saying a word Andre got behind me on one knee and before I knew what happened he'd shoved his massive cock into me. I asked and gripped the table.
He set the tone and showed his ownership. He was rough. He slapped my ass. He pulled my hair. He pounded me so hard. It was painful being scraped against the coffee table. I loved it.
The table slid a little and he didn't slow down but moved with it. He has never failed to make me cum with his cock and this was no different. I felt like I was exploding on his cock. He pounded me harder and harder, keeping me in a state of euphoria. I finally came again.
He pulled out and came all over the jersey on the table. After he came I started to move away and he grabbed me with his one hand and made a crossmark across the four tallies.
"Five." he said sternly. "Who is next?"
Andre looked around at the other three. At least I assume he did. I still had my head down. James got up and after I told him he needed to use a condom and he got one on he got down behind me.
I was still gripping onto the table and feeling blasted by this point. I knew it was taking a turn from fun and lighthearted to Andre wanting to dominate me. I welcomed it.
James fucked me so hard my hat fell off. I kept my back arched to try and minimize the physical toll this was taking but I can only do so much.
James was about to cum and Andre said, "On the jersey!" then laughed as James pulled out, franticly took the condom off, and came all over the jersey.
"Matt get in here man," Andre said. Before I could even look around I felt Matt enter me. It felt so good and I loved knowing it was him.
In the middle of it I felt a massive hand slap my ass very hard. I winced in pain and the guys all reacted.
"That wasn't me," Matt said while still fucking me.
"Slap my other cheek." I said.
Matt hesitated then did it relatively hard but not hard enough.
"Harder," I said. He smacked me about as hard as Andre did and it rattled through me.
"You good?" one of them said.
I nodded. My hair was matted to my face and my ass was stinging like crazy.
Matt fucked me until he pulled out and came on the jersey.
Andre handed them both the marker and they added the marks on my back.
"Seven." Andre said while petting my head. "Three more until double digits."
It was good to at least know the goal.
I sat up and Matt had gotten me some water. He sat down next to me on the floor and was looking at my face.
"Are you good? Sorry if that hurt," he said.
"You think I'd be with Andre if I didn't want it to hurt?"
He smiled and looked away. "You are so fucking sexy. I guess you know that but I want you to know."
I felt like I blushed. "I think you are unbelievably sexy. I was so excited you'd be here today."
The other three guys were walking about getting drinks or going to the bathroom.
He whispered to me, "You like Andre making you crawl and shit?"
Andre was walking up and I replied quietly, "I fucking love the feeling of being objectified."
Andre sat on the couch right near where Matt and I were on the floor. He put his hand on the back of my head and asked if I was having fun.
I turned and smiled at him, "You know I am."
"Good girl."
Jackson was the only one that hadn't fucked me in that last session. I figured he knew he was not quite as endowed and alpha as the other three. I still felt a little bad for him and wanted to help his confidence.
I looked down and realized my thong was gone. "Where'd my thong go?" I said while laughing.
No one seemed to have a clue and it didn't really matter. Totally naked now besides my heels I didn't even blink. This entire session was built on sex and I felt comfortable with everyone there now. Amazing how that happens. Lol
I stayed sitting on the ground because Andre hadn't said anything else to me. We stayed like this as football games rolled on. All of them back in their spots in their chairs and me on the rug.
We all talked and just enjoyed the game for about twenty minutes until Andre wanted more. He tapped me on the shoulder and said he wanted me to spend time on his balls.
I pulled down his shorts and boxers and started licking his balls with enthusiasm. He doesnt react much when I do this because I think he's show how he deserves it or something.
He got hard quickly and his cock was across my face. He took it in his hand and started lightly tapping it on my face. As he gets more turned on he gets more dominant and he held my hair close to my head tight, pulling my back a little bit and smacking me harder in the face with his cock.
I'll never be able to understand why I love this so much. Being degraded in front of thesd other guys was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Just embracing it and feeling safe in it.
Andre got up on one knee on the couch and put one hand on me.
"James, which end do you want?" He laughed and looked at me, probably still wondering if it was OK. I winked at him.
He didn't answer for a second and Andre said, "Fuck it, I want her pussy."
He grabbed me by the hips and put me on the couch with my ass in the air towards him and my face at James.
I patted James' crotch, telling him to get it out. He got on one knee after he took his cock out and I immediately put it in my mouth. He was already hard and ready to go.
Believe it or not, even after almost eight years in the lifestyle and plenty of threesomes, I had never done a "spitroast." And wow it was wild.
Trying to keep up with what's happening in your mouth while getting absolutely smashed from behind felt impossible at first. It was very sexy.
Andre talked to James a little while it was happening, "Fuck her face, bro. Don't be gentle."
He got a little rougher but not much compared to what Andre has done with me.
When Andre came he exploded inside of me. He smashed me hard against him and he didn't worry about pulling out this time at all. It threw the rhythm off with James so I stopped sucking him for a second.
"Don't stop sucking him," Andre said.
He stayed behind me, grabbed my hair, and held my head firmly in place.
"Fuck her face, bro." He said sternly to James.
James did just that. My head was completely stationary while James started going. Andre making sure my head was still and I actually felt my jaw getting sore.
I don't gag often but James fucking me like this was enough to make me feel like I was going to. He kept going and being held in place I couldn't do anything about it anyways.
It took a long time. I almost tapped out because it was just so intense and the position was getting difficult to hold.
Finally, James started to cum.
"On her face." Andre said dryly.
James pulled out and came all over my face. It was a little less than the first time but still enough to cover my face and get on my eyes.
He stepped away and Andre released my hair only after he slapped my ass hard again. I collapsed on the couch and he said sharply, "Don't get his shit on my couch. Go clean up."
I got up quickly and went to the bathroom to clean up. I looked in the mirror and I remember feeling drunk on submission. It was something my husband had told me happens to him when being humiliated. It's like I checked out and just wanted to be a piece of meat. I felt so thankful in that moment.
My hair was a disaster, I was super sweaty, and one of my eye black stickers had fallen off.
When I walked back out there Andre called me over and told me to get on my knees. He handed James the sharpie and after wiping the sweat off of my back he marked the eighth and ninth marks on my lower back.
I started chugging my water.
Andre said, "Who will be lucky number ten?"
Everyone chuckled a little bit and we watched football for a little bit more.
Andre got up and when he came back he hand a sleep mask in his hand.
"All fours," he said without even looking at me. I did as I was told.
He put the sleep mask on me and said, "Lucky number ten will be a mystery. Don't move until you're in double digits."
I assume he motioned to the others or texted them but I literally sat there on my hands and knees for what felt like about fifteen minutes. I felt on display and so sexy. I was so tired but I could also feel myself being turned on by this.
All of a sudden I felt a tongue touch my pussy and I jumped with a little "Oooh!" I heard a couple of chuckles. I knew it wasnt Andre because he's never that subtle.
The tongue came back and I felt so wet. It felt amazing. It stayed on my pussy then went to my ass and stayed there for a good two or three minutes. I adore that.
The I felt the tip of a dick at my asshole. I don't hate anal but it's only good because of the taboo of it all. I remember thinking, "Of course Andre wanted to end it in my ass."
Mercifully the cock wasn't huge and I could handle it fine after the times I'd taken Andrew's massive dick. I knew immediately it was Jackson because of the size and how gentle he was being.
He got a little rougher and I tried to throw him a bone with some noises. It took a little but I kept thinking "good for him, staying hard in front of them." My husband still doesn't understand why I was so soft on him.
Jackson did pick it up when he got closer to cumming and actually got a little rough. He came in my ass and I am not going to lie, I was relieved we'd hit number ten. My body felt exhausted.
I felt the marker on my back and Andre's voice, "Look at that, number ten!"
He kept the blindfold on me until everyone had gotten resituated. He took it off and asked me who I thought it was.
I smiled and bashfully, because I didn't want to make him feel bad, but said, "Jackson."
They laughed and Andre asked how I knew.
I said, "I could just tell."
"Yes, how? Haha" he said.
"He was gentle. And a little smaller.."
Everyone started laughing.
*No, no!" I said." Just slightly! It felt great."
They still laughed so I just gave up.
I went to the bathroom to clean up, yet again, and realized how weak my muscles were feeling. I knew I'd be so sore the next day.
When I went back Matt motioned me to come over to his recliner and I sat with him again. We talked while more football was on. Eventually Jackson and James had to leave.
Matt and I made out for a while and he felt me up. It was so sexy. Andre didn't mind at all because he knows the power he has over me. I got Matt's number so we could link up another time then when he had to leave I told Andre I'd text my husband to pick me up so I could spend the evening with him.
Matt left and snuggled up with Andre while waiting for my hubby. He held me tight and said he was proud of me for taking care of everyone so well. I told him I wanted to do it again sometime.
When my husband got there I'd told him to pull into the open side of the garage and I'd come out. I put the cum-soaked jersey back on, that was mostly fried but looked nasty, the hat, and gave up looking for my thong.
I kissed Andre and walked into the garage when he got there.
He only pulled partially into the garage and I thought, "Oh well," and walked right to the passengers' side.
When I got in we kissed and he said he was glad to have me back. I was glad to see him too. He looked at me and said I didn't look like it'd been too rough.
I pointed to my jersey and he saw the massive amounts of cum stains. I laughed and then he shook his head and said, "Never mind then."
He didn't ask any details and we just talked and held hands on the way home.
We got out in the garage at our house and he was behind me walking inside.
"Why do you have ten tally marks on your lower back?"
I laughed because I'd actually forgotten about them.
"Oh yes, that's for you. They kept track of how many orgasms I gave them because I told them we were talking about that on the way there."
"Holt shit that's hot," he said. "and how hard did they slap you!? You have very clear handprints on your ass."
"Just about hard enough," I said in a taunting tone.
He asked to go down on me and I told him my body needed a break. I showered and made sure to be careful not to smear or rub off the marks on my lower back.
I still have them on my back five days later and I've loved wearing clothes that let them sneak out to tease James and anyone else who catches a glimpse. I'm sure it confuses them but I love James knowing.
Andre didn't send anything after that first video to my husband because he wanted to keep him in the dark. I've told him about some of it but honestly, he'll read this and learn a lot of the story the same way you are.