Author's Note: the following fictional story involves a married woman deciding to share her husbands with her friends, which includes bondage and pegging. So, if you don't like that sort of story, skip it. Thanks!
Prologue
: I have a tradition of meeting friends out for lunch on New Year's Eve, and this year, I was joined by old friend Jewel and newly met neighbor Leslie. We talked about the past year; the standout event was Jewel losing thirty pounds on her diet, and we congratulated her on her progress.
Jewel: "I'm still striving for another thirty, or at least twenty. I haven't had a date all year. It's like guys are intimidated by a little extra cushion. But soon, they'll be begging to sample my curves."
We laughed, and Leslie confessed that she'd also be alone tonight. Her wife Missy was working - her job kept her working nights and most party-oriented holidays. She told Jewel, "Well, it looks like you're the only one who won't be ringing in the New Year with a dildo for a date."
I chuckled: "I'll trade you, Jewel. At least a dildo would give me an orgasm. Stan's idea of a hot New Year's Eve is for us to drink a glass of champagne, watch porn for ten minutes to get me in 'the mood,' and then enjoy five whole minutes of missionary before he rolls over and falls asleep.
Jewel rolled her eyes. "Wow, how romantic married life is."
Leslie smirked: "Well, if you're both interested and willing, we could make things more exciting. I have a plan that might help Jewel out, too."
Jewel was grinning: "I'm all ears. Anything has to be better than sitting home alone".
After that, I went over to Leslie's and picked up a few things for later in the evening, including a porn movie that didn't sound too dreadfully dull and a few items I kept out of sight.
Stan and I settled in for the evening, watched a bit of the porn flick before it got too repetitive, and downed a few glasses of bubbly. I wore a sexy kimono he had bought me for Christmas, occasionally offering glimpses of my lacy black panties, which I wore when I was at least open to the suggestion of being in 'the mood.'
Stan wore his usual robe and briefs, utterly unaware of anything afoot.
We kissed when the clock struck midnight and migrated to the bedroom. Stan stretched out, ready for the usual five-minute rodeo. But tonight, I had other plans. I straddled him, swiftly securing each wrist to a bedpost with a handcuff. His brow furrowed in surprise. "Relax," I murmured, securing a blindfold around his eyes. "You'll see soon enough... or perhaps you won't." A slow, mischievous smile spread across my lips, but he couldn't appreciate it with the blindfold on.
I pumped up the volume on the stereo, drowning out any noise as Leslie and Jewel slipped into the room. Silently, we all stripped down. Jewel tugged at Stan's briefs, freeing his partial erection. She circled the tip with her tongue, then took him deep, sucking until he was fully erect. She trailed kisses down to his balls, taking them into her mouth.
I positioned Stan's head on a pillow and straddled his face, lowering my twat onto his mouth. He eagerly lapped at me while Jewel continued to pleasure him. Once I was dripping wet, I moved aside, and Leslie took my spot, grinding against his tongue.
Jewel slid a pillow under Stan's ass and climbed on top, slowly taking every inch of him inside her. Her body was comfortably plump in all the right places, and her large, pale breasts were creamy globes accentuated by enormous light pink areola. They were like two full moons, heavy and ripe, with dart-like nipples. She began to rock back and forth, her hands exploring his chest, teasing his nipples, taking control. Then, with a steady rhythm, she began to rock back and forth, her hands exploring his chest, caressing and teasing his nipples as if reversing their usual roles--she, the conqueror; he, the conquered. His face registered confusion but primarily delight.
I secured the strap-on I'd borrowed from Leslie--Missy's, and I was pretty confident she'd used it on me last Halloween. It was double-ended, with a smaller shaft that went inside of me and a larger one for the guest of honor, and it had a remote for controlling the strength of the vibrations. Wearing it felt exhilarating as if I were holding a new kind of power. I admired my figure in the mirror, long legs, taunt ass, full breasts, puffy nipples jutting out, and neatly trimmed crotch, with a seven-inch purple cock sticking out that didn't quite fit in but felt damn good. I couldn't wait to surprise Stan once Jewel was done with him.
Jewel continued her leisurely pace, sliding up until Stan was almost free, then gliding back down to his balls, her arousal dripping down her thighs. Stan usually liked to switch to missionary or speed things up when I was on top, but tonight he wasn't calling the shots. We were in charge. He groaned, wanting more and wanting it faster, but Jewel maintained her steady pace, determined to savor every second of this.
Leslie's fingers circled her clit as Stan's tongue was deep inside her folds, rubbing her g-spot. She came with a cry, her juices smearing his face. After she had finished with Stan, she moved towards me and guided my strap-on to her slit. She lay back, and I climbed atop, sliding the dildo inside. She gasped, gripping my ass to pull me closer. As we rocked, the base of the toy rubbed against my clit, but the real thrill was the dominance I felt.
I watched as her pussy lips parted, welcoming the thrusts of my silicon shaft. I'd always been curious about how fucking felt from the guy's point of view, and now I understood to it felt to make love to a woman; her soft breasts filling my hands, nipples rolling between my fingers, her breath catching with each of my thrusts. It was exhilarating, drawing out those lustful sounds with every push of my mighty cock. No wonder men were always so horny.
Jewel rode Stan with joy and wanton abandon, determined to seize every ounce of sexual delight denied her for the past year. Their breaths mingled, ragged and heavy, as they both neared the precipice of ecstasy. She rolled his nipples between her fingers, applying a sudden, intense pressure that sent him writhing beneath her, buckling like a bronco - a bronco on the edge of climax.
He cried out, hips thrusting upward as far as his restraints allowed, body arching in a desperate attempt to finalize the intense sensation. Jewel slammed down on his pole, driving him to an explosive orgasm, his face a mix of pleasure and pain. She continued to rock, wringing out every last drop of satisfaction, until with a final, languid roll of her hips, she dismounted, her body humming with contentment.
