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“Be a good boy and grab the lube.” I did as she told, searching the nightstand for the bottle. Millie was kneeling on the bed, the Njoy Wand in her hand. Millie and I had started exploring prostate play, and we were always the couple to dive into the deep end when we wanted to try something. When I confessed to her that I wanted her to play with my ass, we spent the night reading review of different toys and ordered this steel wand and a vibrating plug. We had tried both, but we found to like the wand more. She held it with the confidence of a composer holding a baton. She was prepared to conduct this evening.
I popped the cap of the lube, squirting some onto my hand and some onto her outstretched hand as well. She started to coat the small end of the wand while I brought my share to my ass. I applied all I could and more. There could never be too much, especially with how aggressive Millie could get. “Okay, now lean back and legs up,” she instructed. Again, I did as she told. “Good boy,” she grinned.
She scooted closer to me so she wouldn’t have to reach as far, getting a better angle and better leverage. “Slow please,” I begged of her. Again, she liked to be aggressive. For somebody that didn’t like anal play herself, you would think she would be more careful inserting toys into me but she certainly was not. “Slowwwww,” I begged again as she popped the small bulb past my sphincter.
“Sorry,” she giggled. “Why don’t I make it up to you by telling you a story.” My eyes bulged. I loved storytime with Millie. We had been entrenched in a hotwife and cuckold lifestyle for about six years now, and when I didn’t get the opportunity to watch her with another man she was always happy to share her stories with me. “You just relax and let me take care of you. How does that sound, cutie?”
I could barely get any words out as she slowly pushed and pulled stainless steel through me. “That sounds gooooood.”
“That’s good, cutie. Hmmm, what story do you want to hear?”
“I don’t know. You can decide.”
“Hmmm, what about boys weekend last year?” I nodded. She knew this was one of my favorite stories, and a weekend I wish I had been there for. That said, it may never have transpired had I not been out of town for a boys weekend with my friends.
She began, “When you told me you were leaving town for the weekend for a boys weekend, I knew I wanted to have a ‘boys’ weekend of my own. I wanted to get all my favorites over. Not at the same time, of course. No, that would be slutty of me, wouldn’t it, cutie? No, I’m a proper lady.” Her smile was at risk of being too big for her face at this point. “I texted my boys, but everybody seemed too busy. Even Bradley. He had plans with Anne that weekend, but I begged him to come over. He could even bring her if he wanted, and it had been so long since I had seen her. Well, he gave in.” When she said “in” she thrusted the wand “in” a little deeper, and I let out a moan, which she ignored.
“I was very convincing, reminding him his favorite pussy was waiting for him. And so he came over with Anne. You should have seen her, cutie. She looked so good. You know how he likes her to dress. Anne and I even texted each other beforehand and we thought it would be cute if we matched, so I wore a similar dress to what she had on and put my hair up like she had it. I even put on red lipstick like she does. You should have seen his face when I answered our door.”
Even though I knew how this story played out, I was loving every word. It made sure to savor the moment, too, dragging out every syllable as she worked the wand into me, pressing and prodding on my prostate. Even though she hadn’t been working on it long, I was starting to leak a little and she was using her other hand to play with it.
“Mmm, that feels so good, Millie.”
“I know it does, cutie. Just relax.” She continued, “When I answered the door, I gave Bradley a big kiss on his lips and Anne a kiss on her cheek. I didn’t want to smear her lipstick, after all. They were there for reason and that was play time with Millie, so we just went straight to the bedroom. And it was so sad, cutie, because you were so far away. You didn’t get to watch what happened next.” I let out a moan. Millie grinned. “I know, cutie, you wish you could have been there. But you weren’t. You had to have your boys weekend. Oh well. I still had fun allllll alone. Well, allll without you.”
“Please, Millie, slow.” She tended to lose concentration with the wand and pick up speed when she got excited during story time.
“Sorry,” she laughed again. “Really, I am. Do we need to stop?”
“No, it’s okay. Just be careful.” I laughed too, because it did really feel good, but we were still getting used to this sex act and I didn’t want to set off metal detectors the rest of my life.
“Okay. Well, where was I? That’s right. Anne and Bradley were in the bedroom, and this was Anne’s first time over since we had moved into the house, so I got to show her our new bedroom. And in our new bedroom I got to show her our new closet. And in our closet I got to show her our treasure chest. And in our treasure chest I got to show her our favorite handcuffs. And do you know what happened next, cutie?”
I feigned ignorance. “Noooo, what happened next, Millie?” This was part of our game.
“We took those handcuffs out of the treasure chest and we brought them over to the bed. Do you want to know why we did that, cutie?” I moaned. Loudly.
“Why, babe?”
“Because Anne was going to put them on me and then Bradley was going to do whatever he wanted to me and I wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. Not being all locked up. What do you think about that?” I couldn’t speak. I only looked deeply into her eyes, madly in love with her. Knowing I couldn’t speak, she didn’t wait for an answer. “And so I was cuffed, and Bradley had me. He took me in front of Anne who just watched us. Kinda like how you watch us. She watched him shove my face into the sheets, hands behind my back, ass in the air, using the cuff links as reigns to fuck me harder than I can handle. She watched me cum on his cock. She watched him cum in me. And it was only then that she stopped watching because she climbed onto the bed to lick him clean.”
She brought a string of precum up to her lips to taste as she said that. I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock was throbbing, and I started to beg. She stopped using the wand to thrust into me. Instead, she held it sturdy, trying to apply pressure to my prostate as she grabbed my cock and started stroking. It took less than a minute for me to start cumming, all the while telling me about how after Anne licked Bradley clean he had started fucking her for a second round.
When I stopped cumming, she stopped stroking and slowly pulled the wand out of me, leaving a massive pool of lube on the towel we had laid down underneath me. “You did so good, cutie. Maybe next time you’ll last long enough to hear about Bradley fucking me round three, four, and five.”
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