“So, next order of business, when did you tell the other guys to come?” she asks, looking between the two of us. My wife looks at me, a question in her gaze, like she doesn’t know the answer to this question, and she doesn’t. This was my job of the night, to set up men who would fuck her, strangers that she didn’t know. That is half of the appeal. She doesn’t know these guys and won’t even know who is on the other side of the wall. She is about to be fucked by complete strangers.

  “I told them six-thirty,” I say, glancing at my watch, seeing that we still have fifteen minutes until they are supposed to arrive.

  “Okay, perfect. I’m going to give you some time to go into the room and get settled. There is a light above the platform that will be red when you enter, and when the scene starts and I have let the guys into the other room, it will go green. Just so you know. I’m sure you will hear them too, but that is your sign that they are entering,” she explains, and we both nod again. My anticipation is starting to run under my skin, making me jumpy. I’m glad she is taking this seriously, glad she is covering everything, making sure this is a safe experience for everyone, but I’m ready to be in the room, ready to help my wife get set up, get naked, ready to be fucked.

  I’m doing my best to keep my body in check, not wanting to get a boner while this stranger of a woman is in front of us, but it’s fucking hard with my wife next to me, the thoughts of what is about to happen so clearly in my head.

  “Okay, go ahead and head into door number three, down the hall, to the right. You are entering into the room with the glory hole, where you will be laying,” she says, looking at my wife. “There will be another door connected to the room that leads into the other side, where the other guys will be. It only opens from your way, so they can’t open it, but you can. It’s your choice if you want to, but just for your safety, we made sure it doesn’t even have a doorknob on their side,” she says, and the motions for the first hallway, closest to the door we entered.

  We both get up, gather our things, and walk down the hallway. I don’t know why I’m so nervous, why I feel like I could jump out of my skin. I feel like I’m going to throw up and cum at the same time, which is a wild-ass feeling.

  We open the door with the big, bold ‘three’ and when the door swings open, my every fucking fantasy comes alive in front of me. We enter and close the door, giving us just a minute to breathe before this starts.

  I look over at my wife, her deep brown hair and her golden brown eyes. I pull her body against mine, loving the feel of her body against mine.

  “You’re gonna get fucked right there,” I say, motioning to the contraption that is against the far wall. It almost looks like a bed, half of it inside this room, half inside the connected room. It has an opening, for her body to sit, and little plastic flaps to keep her body hidden from the people on the other side.

  “I’m kind of nervous,” she says, a giddiness to her voice. I smile down at her and then bring my lips to hers. She is the calm in my storm, always, and I’m far too excited for this, far too excited to see her cum on another man’s cock, so I use her to ground me, to bring me right back down to earth.

  I slide my hands under her shirt as I slip my tongue in her mouth, enjoying the familiar feeling, the familiar taste of her. I lift her shirt above her head, lifting it off of her and throwing it against the wall, not caring, needing her to be undressed as soon as humanly possible.

  She is breathing heavily Her chest heaves with every lungful of air, and I unhook her bra quickly, needing to see her tits, needing to see her bare against me. I don’t want to wait any longer, don’t want to push this off when we are here, in the room we have been thinking about for weeks.

  She is so fucking sexy, and when her bra slips down, hitting the floor, I swear I almost start drooling at the sight of her bare tits in front of me. I bring my mouth down, not caring that we should be getting ready, not caring that we have less than ten minutes until the next room is going to be filled with other guys who want to stick it inside of my wife. I need her, need to feel her body against mine, need the constant comfort that I have had for years now.

  I suck her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around, just in the way that I know she likes. She moans for me, her back arching lightly, silently begging me to give her more. I run my hands up and down her side until I feel goosebumps. I cup her tits in my hands, feeling the weight of them, feeling her soft skin. I pull away, looking her in the eyes while I pinch her nipples between my fingers.

  “I’m already so wet,” she says, looking down at her chest, watching my movements, watching as I squeeze her tits in my hands, content just with the feel of her.

  “For me? Or for them?” I ask. I watch as her cheeks heat. I like embarrassing her, making it known that her desire for other men’s attention isn’t lost on me. I see through her so clearly, and she knows it.

  “Both,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. I lean down again, kissing her chest, needing her skin against my mouth, and then I go lower, until I’m on my knees, kissing her belly, loving the way it flexes as I hit a ticklish spot. She breathes in and out as I make my descent, and then I slowly peel her leggings off, taking her thong with it in one fell swoop.

  I need her naked. I need to see her beautiful body in front of me. I need to see what all these other guys are going to see, but only for a night. That is the best part. I don’t mind sharing, giving them a small taste, but at the end, she is coming home with me, fucking me in my bed. They only get her for a night, but I get her forever.

  She kicks off her shoes and then socks, stepping out of her pants, and leaving her fully exposed in front of me. I know I should stand, know we should get situated before anyone else comes into the other room, but I want just another minute with her body, want to use it to ground myself.

  I run my hands up her thighs, and she just stares down at me, a pout in her gaze. She wants more, and I know she does. She has always been a needy little thing in bed, never able to be satisfied with just one orgasm. She is constantly seeking more, wanting more pleasure. She does the same right now, begging me with her eyes to touch her, to make her cum before another man sets foot in the room next door.

  There will be a handful of men walking through that door any second, and she still wants me to pleasure her first. God, she is insatiable.

  I bring my hands up, up, up, wanting to tease her, wanting her to whimper my name while they are on the other side jerking their cocks, but I get carried away, losing my self-control. I can’t help but want to touch her, wanting to feel her skin against mine, wanting to feel if she is being truthful or not about how wet she is.

  I bring the tips of my fingers to the apex of her thighs, separating her pussy, exposing her clit to me, and I rub small circles in the sensitive flesh, loving when she gasps, a moan sneaking out of her mouth. I keep going, just for another minute. I was supposed to be teasing her, making her beg for it, but instead, here I am, getting my fill of her body right before the show starts.

  I slide my fingers down, spreading her. She moves her legs apart for me, giving me better access to her cunt. I smile up at her, her eyes glued to me, her lip in between her teeth as she tries to hold back how badly she wants me to make her cum.

  I get right outside of her entrance, my fingers seconds away from plunging inside, but I hold off, making her wait, just a moment, finding my self-restraint at last. She whimpers in the back of her throat, her hips thrusting, grinding against my hand, desperately trying to get me inside of her, but I just stare at my pretty wife, enjoying her right on the edge of pleasure.

  “Stop teasing,” she mutters, her voice a whine.

  “I’m about to let a whole bunch of guys come in here and fuck you. I think a little bit of a tease is the least I could do,” I say, swirling my fingers around her hole, my body itching to be inside of her. I feel at home when her cunt is wrapped around me, any part of my body, really. My fingers, my cock, my tongue. As long as I am inside of her, I am happy.

  “As if you aren’t just as desperate to watch me get fucked,” she says, her voice turning cocky, like she knows she has me by the balls, and let’s be honest here, she does. She knows me so well, too well sometimes, and that means she knows every single one of my tells. She knows when I want something, knows when I’m fucking desperate for it.

  I lift up suddenly, removing my fingers from her cunt, not wanting to be the first one inside of her, not tonight. I’m always the first one she fucks, the only one she fucks, but tonight isn’t about me. It’s about my wife finding her pleasure and me enjoying the show.

  “Why don’t you sit up? I need to fasten your legs,” I say with a smirk, giving her a light smack on the ass while she stares at me with her mouth wide. She really thought I was going to finger fuck her, really thought she might be able to cum even before this, but I’m not going to give in that easily. She is about to get more pleasure than she’s ever had.

  She nods, her eyes lighting on fire when she glances at the platform in front of her. There are steps to make it a little easier to get up, and she climbs on with ease, laying down, poking her legs through the plastic pieces. She slides through, giving me less and less of a view of her, but when I get to the other side, it’s a fucking picture.

  The other room is mostly bare, a few chairs surrounding the walls, a couch sitting on the far wall, but the main show is the platform jutting out from the wall, right at waist height, with my wife’s cunt exposed to me, as she sits there with her knees up, waiting for me to chain her legs to the wall.

  I walk over to her, thinking about what it is going to be like for these guys, these strangers to walk into this room and find my wife like this. I grab one of her legs, a small gasp sounding from the room beyond, and I think about the fact that she won’t know when one of them is going to touch her, when one of them is going slide their cock inside of her, until they are already doing it, already fucking her tight cunt.

  I wrap my hand around the ankle and lift, bringing her foot right in line with the straps, giving myself access to tie her legs up, giving her no way of getting out of this, unless she uses the safe word. The chain is almost like a belt. It allows me to make it as tight or as loose as I please, and then the leather is connected to a chain, which binds it to a wall. The straps are off to the side, forcing my wife to spread her legs, giving the best access to her pussy. She is going to be completely spread open for them when they walk into the room. Her cunt is going to be the first thing they see.

  I do the same with her other leg, leaving her in front of me strapped to this contraption, completely at my mercy. I stare at her body, at her cunt, just for a moment, and then join her back in the room, closing the door behind me. My entire body is starting to vibrate with excitement, my entire being wanting to see her with another man's cock inside of her as soon as humanly possible.

  “You ready?” I ask, looking down at her, her head in almost a perfect spot for my cock if she turns to the side, and I think that it must have been fate that I found her, found someone who is so willing, so horny that she wants this as much as I do.

  Chapter 7

  Kendall

  The light turns green before I can answer, stealing both of our attention. We glance back at each other, once we have both processed what that means, and I smile excitedly, my body thrumming. I didn’t think I would be this nervous, but my heart is beating out of my chest, my entire body radiating energy.

  I hear the door open in the other room and voices start to invade my senses. I can hear them getting closer, hearing more than a few guys enter, and then I hear the door click shut, and I assume they are all inside, staring at my cunt. I‘m completely exposed to them, my body literally on display, and I fidget with my hands, not knowing what to do with myself.

  I can feel their gaze on me, a ton of eyes just taking my body in, and then, I hear a voice.

  “Jesus Christ, look at that pretty pussy,” one of them mutters, seemingly stepping closer. I expected to be turned on, expected to be dripping wet. What I didn’t expect, though, was to be listening for every sound. Every footstep, every breath from the other side steals my attention, keeping me right on the edge.

  “This is like a fucking wet dream,” one guy mutters, their voices all seeming to mix together, my ears not able to pick out differences. This is so thrilling, having no idea how many guys are on the other side of this wall, how many guys are staring at the most intimate part of my body.

  “Dude, I fucking know, right?” another guy comments. I bite my lip, waiting, waiting, waiting, desperate for them to touch me.

  “So, who wants to go first?” someone asks, his voice cocky, almost degrading, like I am a ride at an amusement park, like I am more object than human and something about that makes me shiver with desire.

  “Fuck, I got no problem going first,” another guy says, a voice that I don’t think I’ve heard yet. A couple of guys murmur, and then someone moves closer to me, close enough that I can feel the heat of his body. I swear I hold my fucking breath, waiting for him to touch me, desperate for this to start.

  “I bet this tight little cunt is gonna feel like heaven,” he murmurs, barely loud enough for me to hear, and then he is touching me, his fingers trailing up my thighs, a shiver running through me at the contact. “God, you’re a reactive one, huh?” he asks, and I whimper, the sound in my throat feeling completely foreign, but I feel like a different person, an animal in this moment. I feel less than human, more like a bundle of desire that just needs to be sated.

  He’s touching me, teasing me by just barely running his hands up and down my thighs, keeping me right on edge. I hold back another whimper, desperate to keep ahold of my dignity, at least for a bit longer.

  It’s so bizarre to be on the other side of a wall while someone is touching me. I’ve never been touched like this, never had one of my senses stripped away from me in this way. It makes every touch feel like more…and makes me even more sensitive. I feel every cell in my body, waiting for him, waiting to be pleasured by the stranger on the other side of this wall.

  He finally, fucking finally, brings his fingers closer to my pussy, inching slowly, slowly, slowly, and I swear I’m two seconds away from begging, barely hanging onto my self-control, and then he touches me, his fingers running up and down my slit, still barely adding any pressure, but that feeling alone is enough to make my back arch, desire fucking coursing through me.

  “He’s touching your pussy, isn’t he?” Nate asks, and I glance back up at him. I got lost there for a second, so consumed by the man on the other side of the wall that I didn’t even think about the fact that my husband could see my every movement, my every reaction. I feel my cheeks heat, my face blooming red. He could tell, just based on my reactions, that a stranger is currently touching my pussy.

  The stranger pushes a little harder, his fingers rubbing circles in my clit. In most situations, it would be mandatory to touch me before fucking me because I’d need to be prepped, but for this, I’m already soaking, so this is just torture, just an extra step until we get to the good part.

  I try to hold back my moans and my reactions, my eyes now locked on my husband. It’s almost embarrassing to be pleasured when he is right there. It feels like I’m doing something wrong, like I’m betraying him in this moment, even though I know rationally, I’m not. He wants this. He wants to see me get fucked just as much as I want to be fucked.

  But then the stranger inserts a finger inside of me, and a guttural moan leaks out, my body not able to stop my reaction. He pumps his finger in and out of me, slowly at first, then picking up speed. It feels too good. My body is already too wound up. I have been thinking about this for so goddamn long, desperate for it, and now, I don’t know how I’m going to keep myself from cumming, from orgasming right on this stranger's hand before he has even gotten a chance to fuck me.

  “So, how does he feel inside of you?” Nate asks, looking down at me, his eyebrows raised in judgment, and I know he is just playing a part and just leaning into this kink. For some reason, his reaction is so fucking hot, like I’m not supposed to be turned on right now, like the reaction my body is having is one that I shouldn’t be experiencing. Like it is against my will.

  Jesus, this is wrong, this whole situation. It shouldn’t be turning me on to think like this, to think about how bad I am being, that my husband is sitting here, watching me get fucked, and the idea that he doesn’t want me to react, that he doesn’t want to see my pleasure, almost like I’m keeping it a secret from him, what this stranger is doing to me on the other side of the wall, turns me on more, makes my pussy fucking drip around the stranger's finger.

  The stranger takes his finger out, and I’m breathing heavily, my body wanting more, needing more, but part of me is relieved. I was so worried that I was going to cum, that my body wasn’t going to be able to help itself. I am trying to hold back, trying not to show my husband how much I am enjoying this other man, but it’s so fucking hard when it feels so goddamn good.

  “God, she’s fucking soaked,” the stranger mutters, the other men around him making small comments and grunts of approval. I imagine them all over there, jerking their cocks while they watch another man, probably a stranger to them too, finger fuck me.

  I wish I could be a fly on the wall and see into the other room, see how they are all reacting to me, all watching my body. I want to see the lust on all their faces, the expressions as they watch my desire drip off of this stranger’s hand.

  But half of the appeal of this is that I can't see a single thing.

  I hear the clink of a belt buckle, and I imagine this stranger taking his cock out, leaving his pants on, just taking his dick out enough to fuck me, to use my little hole as he pleases. I’m right on the edge of my seat, literally holding my breath, trying to hear everything. I hear more movement. And I sense him moving closer to me, the heat of his body against the bare skin of my thighs.

 

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