My wife, Betty, is a great-looking woman of 45 years of age. She and I have been married for 23 years and have two grown children. Eight months ago, after they last moved out, Betty and I decided to downsize and move to a smaller place with more privacy in the country. A bit about my wife, Betty. She stands 5 feet tall, weighs 110 lbs, and is in great shape as she works out at home regularly and goes to the gym once or twice a week. She has shoulder-length reddish/brown hair, and her pubic hair is the same color. Sometimes she keeps it trimmed, sometimes she lets it grow out of control, but either way, she looks great in my mind. I tell her that often, actually many times a day, but she never believes me, as she tells me, “You only say that because you are married to me!”
When we moved, Betty gave up working to concentrate on setting up our new place, which was a comfortable 2-bedroom house with a full basement and a 2-car garage with a vacant space on top of that. We/she had no idea what to do with the space, but she decided to insulate it for sound and temperature, put new wood flooring into it, and buy some pieces of furniture. She also put mirrored glass in the windows and curtains on the windows. We normally went to a bar after work on a Friday, when she would pick me up and we would meet up with a few guys that I worked with for a few drinks while she stayed sober so she could drive us home. But this day she asked me to drive so she could have a few drinks, just to be different.
On this particular week, only Johnny, a younger black guy of about 25 years of age, was there. He stated that his part-time hobby was photography. After he and Betty had a few drinks, I asked Johnny if he thought Betty was an attractive woman. Johnny looked her over and smiled as he said, “She is a damn fine example of female flesh, man! She not only looks great but is also a great person on top of it all. I wouldn’t mind taking pictures of her anytime!”
Betty looked at Johnny, smiled, and then said, “I never considered myself that good-looking! But thanks anyway!” Then she thought for a few minutes and asked, “What kind of pictures?”
Johnny looked at Betty seriously and replied, “Any kind of picture you want, babes! Nature, pin-up style, nudes, naughty nudes, anything you want!”
Betty looked at me, smiled, and then said, “Dave here has always said that I am good-looking, but I think he does that because he and I are married to each other. To hear another guy say so feels good!”
I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “I told you that you were a great-looking woman. But I wasn’t expecting him to say that, though."
Betty looked at me, kind of shocked, and asked, “You don’t think that I am good-looking enough to pose for nudes, etc."
I stuttered to answer because I knew it was a double-edged sword, whether I answered or stayed quiet about it. I never told Betty that this conversation was also turning me on sexually. Betty finished her drink and confidently told me, “I want John here to take as many pictures of me in any way he wants to pose me, as he wants, and when he wants!”
Before I could respond with anything, Johnny said, “That sounds like a great idea, Betty. Let’s go to my place, where I have a small studio set up, and try a few cheesecake-type pictures, just to see if you are good at them. I think you may be great in them!”
Betty said, “You mean, I don’t have to be naked? Can you explain yourself a bit better, John?”
Johnnie looked at me questioningly and then replied, “No nudes. Just pose as you are comfortable; you might want to strip down your pants and bra, but that is up to you! But I don't want to go against Dave or his wife, Betty. He has to agree with everything, so all of us feel comfortable with it."
Betty looked at me and then at Johnny and smiled as she said, “Fine! Let’s go to your place and do these pictures before I lose my nerve and change my mind!”
The two of us went to Johnny’s place, and he showed us around. He got a drink and then directed us to his studio, which was a small affair at this place. Then, as Betty looked around, he grabbed his camera and started taking pictures of her. It was a professional-looking digital camera, and the flash was automatic. Betty started posing in some exaggerated poses, but Johnny told her to act naturally, and the camera captured it. As he put it, “Put on poses; never show the real person!”
Betty then started to act and pose naturally, and she was starting to listen to Johnny's commands. She was wearing a pair of blue denim jeans and a silk shirt with a matching bra and pants set under it, along with her sneakers. Her shirt was buttoned in the front and you could not see any cleavage, but as she got into the way things were going they suggested to her that she unbutton a few buttons and show some cleavage and bra. It wasn’t long before she had her shirt open and you could see her bra and tits. Her tits were bouncing around, and she looked great. I could see that Betty was getting into this picture-taking, and then she asked Johnny if he wanted to undress more and do some poses with her naked.
Johnny looked at me, and I just shrugged my shoulders and threw my hands up. He then looked back at Betty and replied, “No, no! Not today! But maybe some other time, though. I just want you to see what we see and take it from there! You have been drinking, and I do not like taking pictures of intoxicated women!”
By this time, Betty had the front of her jeans open, and you could clearly see her white pants and dark pubic hair under them. After about half an hour, he stopped her and told us to look at the pictures on the computer as he downloaded them there. As the pictures came up on the computer screen, Betty was amazed to see exactly how good-looking she was. I told her, again, how good-looking she was, and Johnny agreed, saying that she was a great model.
Then he said, smugly, “If this studio was a bit bigger and Dave wasn’t here, I would have got you naked, and who knows what else you might do! But this studio is really too small, except for simple stuff!”
Betty smiled as she looked at me and then hugged Johnny and said, “I don’t think we would have to worry about Dave John. What would you want me to do? And how big a studio do you need? We have the place over our garage that is empty, except for some decorations, like a couple of chairs and a queen-sized bed, with no sheets for it yet."
Johnny looked at me and asked me if she was serious about whether I would be upset about it, and I told him that if it happened, it would happen, as long as there were no secrets about it. Then he asked us about the loft over the garage, and Betty told him, “It is a 2-car garage and a small workshop on the ground, well insulated for both sound and temperature above, maybe 700–800 square feet in total. Open-beam ceiling, with a closet at one end and a full bathroom. Good, strong doors, and we thought of renting it out as an open-plan apartment, but I wasn’t sure about having a tenant that I might not like stay there. If you want, we could try it out sometime.”
I agreed with what Betty said, and I approved of the situation. So Johnny said that he would like to look at the place over the next day (Saturday), just to see what we had. We agreed, and Betty told Johnny to bring his camera gear along, to more or less continue from what we did that evening.
WWE talked for another hour or so, and then I drove Betty and me home. Once we got home, she was horny and told me so, and we had a session of hot sex. As we lay and basked in the afterglow of the sex, she said, “Would you have been upset with me if I stripped off tonight, babe? Or was he using me as he wanted? Be honest! I am curious!”
I took a few seconds to reply to the questions, and then I said, “I would not have been upset if you stripped off or he had his way with you. Be honest here! I think it would have been the hottest thing ever. But I don’t know how far you would have gone, though! I think I might have helped him!”
Betty smiled at me and slowly stroked my growing cock, which rarely happens after 1 session of sex. Then she said something that both surprised and shocked me. “I have always wanted to be tied up and forced to do things by some other person other than you! You are the sweetest and nicest man that I know, but I doubt you could make the whole thing work, as you tried to tie me up before, and you were only able to go so far. I want to go further, but I am scared of what it might do to our marriage.”
I moaned as she started to jerk on my hard cock and told me to answer her, so I replied, “I wouldn’t be upset if anything like that happened, Babe! As long as I got to watch, someone else satisfied you in a way that I couldn’t. That would be so hot to see. Why didn’t you say anything about this before?”
Betty stroked my cock even faster and gripped it even tighter as she smiled at me and said, “I was scared, actually! But I was hoping that John would have gotten me nude and started doing things to me because I could feel myself getting very submissive to him as he took pictures tonight!”
I could only groan as my cock erupted with 4-5 shots of my cum, all over my hand, and she kissed me. I went to sleep right after that, even though I tried to stay awake. The next thing I knew, it was 7:30 a.m. the next morning, and she was beside me, kissing my ear and then whispering into it, “After you fell asleep last night, no offense, by the way, I went out and called John and told him of my wishes or fantasy and how you were okay with it happening. He told me he knew the right people for that to happen. He wants to look over the 'studio' first and then decide on what happens after that. He also wants to talk to you about it! I want it to happen, but it hinges on you! Do you and will you be okay with it?”
I kissed Betty and then told her that I was alright with whatever happened, as long as I got to watch or take part if needed. She assured me that would happen, and it was the only way it was going to happen. She was with me there, even if I couldn’t do anything. That last statement got me wondering, but then she told me to get to the kitchen with her and have breakfast.
Then, about 9:00 am, Johnny showed up with his car, and we took him to look over the garage loft as we discussed the night before at his place. He was very impressed by what he saw and told us, “If we were here last night, you would have been naked and used, for sure, Betty. Dave, Buddy! You have been holding out on me with this place!”
I was a bit taken aback by Johnny’s remark, but I didn’t say anything except smile. Betty then smiled at me and then at Johnny and asked him, “SO! Would you like to take some pictures of me today? I will do as you ask, and there will be no liquor on my part either. WWE can pick up where we left off last night if you want!”
Johnny smiled and replied, “Sounds like a great idea, Betty, but only if you want to do this! Let me get my gear and bring it up here and set it up! Dave! Would you help me bring it up? Betty, go put on something sexy that looks good! I am sure you have such things in your wardrobe.”
I said sure and followed him downstairs to get the equipment out of his car and bring it back up into the loft, where we made small talk while setting it up. Betty was in the house getting changed into her outfit. Then he directed me to sit in the straight-back wooden chair and told me that he was going to secure me to it and take a few pictures, but no harm would come to me or Betty. I did as he asked, and he secured me to the chair with 2” wide Velcro straps. My hands were secured to my back and then to the seat base of the chair, while my ankles were secured to the bottom of the legs of the chair. Then he went and got a ball gag, put it in my mouth, and secured it behind my head.
Then, when Betty walked into the loft, she saw me secured and as old as I was and asked Johnny about it. He told her, “Dave decided to get a bit comfortable with things that I have in mind. Not to worry, no harm will come to you or him! Now! Here is a hood that you can place over his head; he will be able to see out, but you, or anyone else, won’t see his eyes looking on. I noticed the last night we were a bit uptight, maybe because of this."
B looked at me, gagged and unable to say anything, and smiled as she took the hood and said, “I don’t mind you looking at me doing this type of thing, but it does make me nervous to know that I can see your eyes and they say so much at times.” Then she walked over to me and placed it over my head and secured it behind my head, and she told me to ‘enjoy the show’. Then she walked back to the center of the room and started posing as she did the night before Johnny took pictures of it all, and it wasn’t long before she was wearing nothing at all and she was naked in front of him, the only other man to see my wife naked.
Johnny was keeping the poses simple and nothing too raunchy or rude. But I knew that wouldn’t last. Sure enough, he had her cupping her tits, pinching and gently twisting her nipples, and laying on her back, with her legs spread wide and rubbing her pubic hair and showing her insides. To be honest about it, it was quite a turn-on that Betty could be, and she would be so free with another man looking on. On the bed, she even got on all fours and spread her ass-cheeks to reveal her unused asshole, which was even more of a turn-on. She even fluttered her fingers over it, and I could hear her panting wildly.
Then Johnny asked her, loud enough for me to hear, even though I couldn’t do anything: “Would you be all right if I brought another guy in to take part in this photo session, Betty? If you want him naked, that can be arranged, as he is a bit blacker than I am, 23 years old, and very photogenic. I hope you don’t mind, but I showed him some pictures of you last night, and he was quite pleased to see you!”
Betty looked at me with a bit of uncertainty on her face and asked Johnny, "How far would things go, John? Will I be safe with the two of you and Dave tied up there?” As she winked, we both could see it.
Johnny replied, “It only goes as far as you want, babes. I can call him, and he can be here in 5–10 minutes, and it goes from there! Up to you!” He got his cell phone off his packet and waited for Betty to tell him either way about her intentions.
Betty looked at me again and saw that I couldn’t do anything, but I didn’t think I wanted to stop her anyway. She said, smiling, “Okay! Let’s do it! But he has to strip to his underwear or be naked, and we will go from there.” Then she got off the bed and walked over to Johnny sexily and whispered something into his ear, causing him to smile broadly, and he said, “If you want to do that, we can, babes! My friend’s name is Leroy, and I think he can do that for you if you want!”
Betty went back to posing for Johnny; some of her poses were naughty and hotter than I could ever imagine, and then there was a knock at the door 10 or so minutes later. Then Johnny went down to let Leroy in. They were talking quietly as they came up the stairs, and Betty was drinking a glass of water that she had been sharing with Johnny. When the guys came into the loft, I was impressed at how good Leroy looked. He stood an easy 6 feet 6 inches tall, weighed, I guess, about 230 pounds, and was very muscular. I looked at Betty, and her mouth was wide open, and I could see her nipples getting even harder than they were, if that was possible.
Then Johnny introduced him to Betty, who seemed mesmerized by him, and he told Leroy who I was and that I couldn’t stop anything unless Betty wanted. Then he asked her how he should be dressed or undressed for her and how far she wanted to go. She replied, “Well, since I am naked, I think it would be best if you were as well, and you can go as far as you want, Leroy! I don’t think Dave can stop you now, and I will not stop you!”
Leroy stripped off his clothes to reveal a cock that was a lot bigger than mine, and he wasn’t even hard yet. Even limp, it looked to be over 8” long and very thick, and I could see that Betty was almost drooling over it as she drank some more water. Then he walked to where she was standing, his huge cock swaying gently as he walked. Johnny told them that he wanted them to pose together, with her arms around his neck and his hands in the small of her back, and then go from there. Something told me that it wouldn’t be long before things got really interesting, really soon.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Leroy’s cock was hard and sticking straight out in front of him, and it was easily the thickness of a beer can and almost 12” long. It was massive, and with no fore, the head looked even larger. I wondered if she would fuck it and how it would even fit in my wife’s pussycat. In the back of my mind, I knew that it would not be long before that happened, and to be honest, I wanted it to happen. Then Betty asked if she could touch his cock, which, as far as I knew, would be only the second cock she had ever touched in my life.
Johnny then told her to go ahead and told Leroy to cup her ass-cheeks and gently massage her back, shoulders, neck, and ass-cheeks in an erotic way to help her relax even more, as if that were even possible. Betty was so engrossed in looking at and feeling Leroy’s huge cock that I doubt she felt him rub her whole back, from her neck to below her ass-cheeks, and then tweak her nipples, which caused her to gasp loudly. Then he started to rub her pubic hair, and now and again, I could see his finger disappear inside of her pussycat and come out very wet and shiny. By this time, she was panting even louder than before and swooning for him as Johnny took picture after picture. Then Leroy whispered something into her ear, and she nodded her head but didn’t look at me or in my direction.
Then Leroy directed Betty to the bed, which was a queen-sized bed with just a sheet on it and some blankets in the corner. Betty got on her knees on the bed, lowered her head to his cock, and licked it, and it wasn’t long before it was in her mouth and her cheeks were expanding. Leroy then started talking to her in a calm but excited voice. “You like that black cock, don't you, baby girl? Do you want to feel it fucking your pussycat, baby girl? You have a sweet mouth! Made for sucking big COCK!”
Betty slowly and almost lovingly sucked and licked Leroy’s huge cock, and then she nuzzled it and said, “I would have done this a whole lot sooner if I knew it was going to be this good boy! Sorry, Dave! But this cock is so freaking good! I want to feel this in me, skin to skin!”
Leroy smiled and said, “Great! But I want to taste that nice little used married cunt of yours first before it gets used by myself and maybe Johnny! I think Johnny has a powerful vibrator in his bag, so I will use it on you, and we will go from there, okay?”
Leroy then got the powerful vibrator, the kind that plugs into the wall outlet, and used the lower power setting on Betty, rubbing her tits and hairy pussy until she shook and quivered in orgasm. As he then rubbed her pussy mound on a slightly more powerful setting, he leaned down to Betty’s ear and whispered something into it, to which she replied, “Yes! TIE ME UP! Make me yours, Leroy!”
Leroy then stood up, looked at me, smiled, and then looked at Betty again and said, “You realize that once we start this baby, we ain’t going to stop until it is done! Whether you like or agree with it or not, So believe me when I say that I will be doing things to you that you never even imagined before! So you tell me that you want to be my bitch?"
Betty looked over at me, and my head was secured in such a way that I couldn’t nod or shake my head, but I am sure that she saw the bulge in my trousers. She smiled as she looked at me, and then she said, “Make me your bitch, Leroy! Have at me, baby!” She looked at me, smiled, and then said to me, “I called John last night after fucking you and told him that I want to be made into a sex toy and slave to him or some other guy or guys!”
John looked at me and smiled, even though he couldn't see my face, and he said, "You heard her, Dave! It would be a shame not to let her have what we want her to have, wouldn't it? This is working out even better than we ever thought it would."
I watched as Leroy took some broad, padded black leather wrist cuffs and secured them tightly to her wrists and forearms, fastening them with Velcro ends. Then he took a couple of similar-looking cuffs out and secured them the same way around her ankles. He then had Betty lay back on her back, secure her wrists to the top of the bed, fold her in half so her knees were almost touching her tits, and secure her ankles to her wrists. Then he kissed her on the lips and then whispered something into her ear.
Betty closed her eyes and then said, "SURE! Why not? Gag me and do with me as you please, Leroy, or should I say Master?"
Leroy smiled as he kept the gag hidden from me and her in his hand. Then he pushed it into her mouth, and before she could respond, she had fastened it behind her head. Then I saw that it had a tube leading from it, and I wondered why. I didn't have to wonder for long. John showed me the same kind of gag, and it was about 3–4 inches long and was inflatable. Then they pumped the devices in unison and Betty's cheeks ballooned out, and she was breathing fast and furiously through her nose.
Leroy said, "That should keep you quiet while John and I work you over and fuck you silly! You're about to be fucked by two of the best black cocks you have ever had! But first, we are going to eat that pussy before we dirty it and change it forever!"
That being said, Leroy took the camera from Johnny, and he took pictures of Johnny eating Betty to several orgasms.
When we moved, Betty gave up working to concentrate on setting up our new place, which was a comfortable 2-bedroom house with a full basement and a 2-car garage with a vacant space on top of that. We/she had no idea what to do with the space, but she decided to insulate it for sound and temperature, put new wood flooring into it, and buy some pieces of furniture. She also put mirrored glass in the windows and curtains on the windows. We normally went to a bar after work on a Friday, when she would pick me up and we would meet up with a few guys that I worked with for a few drinks while she stayed sober so she could drive us home. But this day she asked me to drive so she could have a few drinks, just to be different.
On this particular week, only Johnny, a younger black guy of about 25 years of age, was there. He stated that his part-time hobby was photography. After he and Betty had a few drinks, I asked Johnny if he thought Betty was an attractive woman. Johnny looked her over and smiled as he said, “She is a damn fine example of female flesh, man! She not only looks great but is also a great person on top of it all. I wouldn’t mind taking pictures of her anytime!”
Betty looked at Johnny, smiled, and then said, “I never considered myself that good-looking! But thanks anyway!” Then she thought for a few minutes and asked, “What kind of pictures?”
Johnny looked at Betty seriously and replied, “Any kind of picture you want, babes! Nature, pin-up style, nudes, naughty nudes, anything you want!”
Betty looked at me, smiled, and then said, “Dave here has always said that I am good-looking, but I think he does that because he and I are married to each other. To hear another guy say so feels good!”
I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “I told you that you were a great-looking woman. But I wasn’t expecting him to say that, though."
Betty looked at me, kind of shocked, and asked, “You don’t think that I am good-looking enough to pose for nudes, etc."
I stuttered to answer because I knew it was a double-edged sword, whether I answered or stayed quiet about it. I never told Betty that this conversation was also turning me on sexually. Betty finished her drink and confidently told me, “I want John here to take as many pictures of me in any way he wants to pose me, as he wants, and when he wants!”
Before I could respond with anything, Johnny said, “That sounds like a great idea, Betty. Let’s go to my place, where I have a small studio set up, and try a few cheesecake-type pictures, just to see if you are good at them. I think you may be great in them!”
Betty said, “You mean, I don’t have to be naked? Can you explain yourself a bit better, John?”
Johnnie looked at me questioningly and then replied, “No nudes. Just pose as you are comfortable; you might want to strip down your pants and bra, but that is up to you! But I don't want to go against Dave or his wife, Betty. He has to agree with everything, so all of us feel comfortable with it."
Betty looked at me and then at Johnny and smiled as she said, “Fine! Let’s go to your place and do these pictures before I lose my nerve and change my mind!”
The two of us went to Johnny’s place, and he showed us around. He got a drink and then directed us to his studio, which was a small affair at this place. Then, as Betty looked around, he grabbed his camera and started taking pictures of her. It was a professional-looking digital camera, and the flash was automatic. Betty started posing in some exaggerated poses, but Johnny told her to act naturally, and the camera captured it. As he put it, “Put on poses; never show the real person!”
Betty then started to act and pose naturally, and she was starting to listen to Johnny's commands. She was wearing a pair of blue denim jeans and a silk shirt with a matching bra and pants set under it, along with her sneakers. Her shirt was buttoned in the front and you could not see any cleavage, but as she got into the way things were going they suggested to her that she unbutton a few buttons and show some cleavage and bra. It wasn’t long before she had her shirt open and you could see her bra and tits. Her tits were bouncing around, and she looked great. I could see that Betty was getting into this picture-taking, and then she asked Johnny if he wanted to undress more and do some poses with her naked.
Johnny looked at me, and I just shrugged my shoulders and threw my hands up. He then looked back at Betty and replied, “No, no! Not today! But maybe some other time, though. I just want you to see what we see and take it from there! You have been drinking, and I do not like taking pictures of intoxicated women!”
By this time, Betty had the front of her jeans open, and you could clearly see her white pants and dark pubic hair under them. After about half an hour, he stopped her and told us to look at the pictures on the computer as he downloaded them there. As the pictures came up on the computer screen, Betty was amazed to see exactly how good-looking she was. I told her, again, how good-looking she was, and Johnny agreed, saying that she was a great model.
Then he said, smugly, “If this studio was a bit bigger and Dave wasn’t here, I would have got you naked, and who knows what else you might do! But this studio is really too small, except for simple stuff!”
Betty smiled as she looked at me and then hugged Johnny and said, “I don’t think we would have to worry about Dave John. What would you want me to do? And how big a studio do you need? We have the place over our garage that is empty, except for some decorations, like a couple of chairs and a queen-sized bed, with no sheets for it yet."
Johnny looked at me and asked me if she was serious about whether I would be upset about it, and I told him that if it happened, it would happen, as long as there were no secrets about it. Then he asked us about the loft over the garage, and Betty told him, “It is a 2-car garage and a small workshop on the ground, well insulated for both sound and temperature above, maybe 700–800 square feet in total. Open-beam ceiling, with a closet at one end and a full bathroom. Good, strong doors, and we thought of renting it out as an open-plan apartment, but I wasn’t sure about having a tenant that I might not like stay there. If you want, we could try it out sometime.”
I agreed with what Betty said, and I approved of the situation. So Johnny said that he would like to look at the place over the next day (Saturday), just to see what we had. We agreed, and Betty told Johnny to bring his camera gear along, to more or less continue from what we did that evening.
WWE talked for another hour or so, and then I drove Betty and me home. Once we got home, she was horny and told me so, and we had a session of hot sex. As we lay and basked in the afterglow of the sex, she said, “Would you have been upset with me if I stripped off tonight, babe? Or was he using me as he wanted? Be honest! I am curious!”
I took a few seconds to reply to the questions, and then I said, “I would not have been upset if you stripped off or he had his way with you. Be honest here! I think it would have been the hottest thing ever. But I don’t know how far you would have gone, though! I think I might have helped him!”
Betty smiled at me and slowly stroked my growing cock, which rarely happens after 1 session of sex. Then she said something that both surprised and shocked me. “I have always wanted to be tied up and forced to do things by some other person other than you! You are the sweetest and nicest man that I know, but I doubt you could make the whole thing work, as you tried to tie me up before, and you were only able to go so far. I want to go further, but I am scared of what it might do to our marriage.”
I moaned as she started to jerk on my hard cock and told me to answer her, so I replied, “I wouldn’t be upset if anything like that happened, Babe! As long as I got to watch, someone else satisfied you in a way that I couldn’t. That would be so hot to see. Why didn’t you say anything about this before?”
Betty stroked my cock even faster and gripped it even tighter as she smiled at me and said, “I was scared, actually! But I was hoping that John would have gotten me nude and started doing things to me because I could feel myself getting very submissive to him as he took pictures tonight!”
I could only groan as my cock erupted with 4-5 shots of my cum, all over my hand, and she kissed me. I went to sleep right after that, even though I tried to stay awake. The next thing I knew, it was 7:30 a.m. the next morning, and she was beside me, kissing my ear and then whispering into it, “After you fell asleep last night, no offense, by the way, I went out and called John and told him of my wishes or fantasy and how you were okay with it happening. He told me he knew the right people for that to happen. He wants to look over the 'studio' first and then decide on what happens after that. He also wants to talk to you about it! I want it to happen, but it hinges on you! Do you and will you be okay with it?”
I kissed Betty and then told her that I was alright with whatever happened, as long as I got to watch or take part if needed. She assured me that would happen, and it was the only way it was going to happen. She was with me there, even if I couldn’t do anything. That last statement got me wondering, but then she told me to get to the kitchen with her and have breakfast.
Then, about 9:00 am, Johnny showed up with his car, and we took him to look over the garage loft as we discussed the night before at his place. He was very impressed by what he saw and told us, “If we were here last night, you would have been naked and used, for sure, Betty. Dave, Buddy! You have been holding out on me with this place!”
I was a bit taken aback by Johnny’s remark, but I didn’t say anything except smile. Betty then smiled at me and then at Johnny and asked him, “SO! Would you like to take some pictures of me today? I will do as you ask, and there will be no liquor on my part either. WWE can pick up where we left off last night if you want!”
Johnny smiled and replied, “Sounds like a great idea, Betty, but only if you want to do this! Let me get my gear and bring it up here and set it up! Dave! Would you help me bring it up? Betty, go put on something sexy that looks good! I am sure you have such things in your wardrobe.”
I said sure and followed him downstairs to get the equipment out of his car and bring it back up into the loft, where we made small talk while setting it up. Betty was in the house getting changed into her outfit. Then he directed me to sit in the straight-back wooden chair and told me that he was going to secure me to it and take a few pictures, but no harm would come to me or Betty. I did as he asked, and he secured me to the chair with 2” wide Velcro straps. My hands were secured to my back and then to the seat base of the chair, while my ankles were secured to the bottom of the legs of the chair. Then he went and got a ball gag, put it in my mouth, and secured it behind my head.
Then, when Betty walked into the loft, she saw me secured and as old as I was and asked Johnny about it. He told her, “Dave decided to get a bit comfortable with things that I have in mind. Not to worry, no harm will come to you or him! Now! Here is a hood that you can place over his head; he will be able to see out, but you, or anyone else, won’t see his eyes looking on. I noticed the last night we were a bit uptight, maybe because of this."
B looked at me, gagged and unable to say anything, and smiled as she took the hood and said, “I don’t mind you looking at me doing this type of thing, but it does make me nervous to know that I can see your eyes and they say so much at times.” Then she walked over to me and placed it over my head and secured it behind my head, and she told me to ‘enjoy the show’. Then she walked back to the center of the room and started posing as she did the night before Johnny took pictures of it all, and it wasn’t long before she was wearing nothing at all and she was naked in front of him, the only other man to see my wife naked.
Johnny was keeping the poses simple and nothing too raunchy or rude. But I knew that wouldn’t last. Sure enough, he had her cupping her tits, pinching and gently twisting her nipples, and laying on her back, with her legs spread wide and rubbing her pubic hair and showing her insides. To be honest about it, it was quite a turn-on that Betty could be, and she would be so free with another man looking on. On the bed, she even got on all fours and spread her ass-cheeks to reveal her unused asshole, which was even more of a turn-on. She even fluttered her fingers over it, and I could hear her panting wildly.
Then Johnny asked her, loud enough for me to hear, even though I couldn’t do anything: “Would you be all right if I brought another guy in to take part in this photo session, Betty? If you want him naked, that can be arranged, as he is a bit blacker than I am, 23 years old, and very photogenic. I hope you don’t mind, but I showed him some pictures of you last night, and he was quite pleased to see you!”
Betty looked at me with a bit of uncertainty on her face and asked Johnny, "How far would things go, John? Will I be safe with the two of you and Dave tied up there?” As she winked, we both could see it.
Johnny replied, “It only goes as far as you want, babes. I can call him, and he can be here in 5–10 minutes, and it goes from there! Up to you!” He got his cell phone off his packet and waited for Betty to tell him either way about her intentions.
Betty looked at me again and saw that I couldn’t do anything, but I didn’t think I wanted to stop her anyway. She said, smiling, “Okay! Let’s do it! But he has to strip to his underwear or be naked, and we will go from there.” Then she got off the bed and walked over to Johnny sexily and whispered something into his ear, causing him to smile broadly, and he said, “If you want to do that, we can, babes! My friend’s name is Leroy, and I think he can do that for you if you want!”
Betty went back to posing for Johnny; some of her poses were naughty and hotter than I could ever imagine, and then there was a knock at the door 10 or so minutes later. Then Johnny went down to let Leroy in. They were talking quietly as they came up the stairs, and Betty was drinking a glass of water that she had been sharing with Johnny. When the guys came into the loft, I was impressed at how good Leroy looked. He stood an easy 6 feet 6 inches tall, weighed, I guess, about 230 pounds, and was very muscular. I looked at Betty, and her mouth was wide open, and I could see her nipples getting even harder than they were, if that was possible.
Then Johnny introduced him to Betty, who seemed mesmerized by him, and he told Leroy who I was and that I couldn’t stop anything unless Betty wanted. Then he asked her how he should be dressed or undressed for her and how far she wanted to go. She replied, “Well, since I am naked, I think it would be best if you were as well, and you can go as far as you want, Leroy! I don’t think Dave can stop you now, and I will not stop you!”
Leroy stripped off his clothes to reveal a cock that was a lot bigger than mine, and he wasn’t even hard yet. Even limp, it looked to be over 8” long and very thick, and I could see that Betty was almost drooling over it as she drank some more water. Then he walked to where she was standing, his huge cock swaying gently as he walked. Johnny told them that he wanted them to pose together, with her arms around his neck and his hands in the small of her back, and then go from there. Something told me that it wouldn’t be long before things got really interesting, really soon.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Leroy’s cock was hard and sticking straight out in front of him, and it was easily the thickness of a beer can and almost 12” long. It was massive, and with no fore, the head looked even larger. I wondered if she would fuck it and how it would even fit in my wife’s pussycat. In the back of my mind, I knew that it would not be long before that happened, and to be honest, I wanted it to happen. Then Betty asked if she could touch his cock, which, as far as I knew, would be only the second cock she had ever touched in my life.
Johnny then told her to go ahead and told Leroy to cup her ass-cheeks and gently massage her back, shoulders, neck, and ass-cheeks in an erotic way to help her relax even more, as if that were even possible. Betty was so engrossed in looking at and feeling Leroy’s huge cock that I doubt she felt him rub her whole back, from her neck to below her ass-cheeks, and then tweak her nipples, which caused her to gasp loudly. Then he started to rub her pubic hair, and now and again, I could see his finger disappear inside of her pussycat and come out very wet and shiny. By this time, she was panting even louder than before and swooning for him as Johnny took picture after picture. Then Leroy whispered something into her ear, and she nodded her head but didn’t look at me or in my direction.
Then Leroy directed Betty to the bed, which was a queen-sized bed with just a sheet on it and some blankets in the corner. Betty got on her knees on the bed, lowered her head to his cock, and licked it, and it wasn’t long before it was in her mouth and her cheeks were expanding. Leroy then started talking to her in a calm but excited voice. “You like that black cock, don't you, baby girl? Do you want to feel it fucking your pussycat, baby girl? You have a sweet mouth! Made for sucking big COCK!”
Betty slowly and almost lovingly sucked and licked Leroy’s huge cock, and then she nuzzled it and said, “I would have done this a whole lot sooner if I knew it was going to be this good boy! Sorry, Dave! But this cock is so freaking good! I want to feel this in me, skin to skin!”
Leroy smiled and said, “Great! But I want to taste that nice little used married cunt of yours first before it gets used by myself and maybe Johnny! I think Johnny has a powerful vibrator in his bag, so I will use it on you, and we will go from there, okay?”
Leroy then got the powerful vibrator, the kind that plugs into the wall outlet, and used the lower power setting on Betty, rubbing her tits and hairy pussy until she shook and quivered in orgasm. As he then rubbed her pussy mound on a slightly more powerful setting, he leaned down to Betty’s ear and whispered something into it, to which she replied, “Yes! TIE ME UP! Make me yours, Leroy!”
Leroy then stood up, looked at me, smiled, and then looked at Betty again and said, “You realize that once we start this baby, we ain’t going to stop until it is done! Whether you like or agree with it or not, So believe me when I say that I will be doing things to you that you never even imagined before! So you tell me that you want to be my bitch?"
Betty looked over at me, and my head was secured in such a way that I couldn’t nod or shake my head, but I am sure that she saw the bulge in my trousers. She smiled as she looked at me, and then she said, “Make me your bitch, Leroy! Have at me, baby!” She looked at me, smiled, and then said to me, “I called John last night after fucking you and told him that I want to be made into a sex toy and slave to him or some other guy or guys!”
John looked at me and smiled, even though he couldn't see my face, and he said, "You heard her, Dave! It would be a shame not to let her have what we want her to have, wouldn't it? This is working out even better than we ever thought it would."
I watched as Leroy took some broad, padded black leather wrist cuffs and secured them tightly to her wrists and forearms, fastening them with Velcro ends. Then he took a couple of similar-looking cuffs out and secured them the same way around her ankles. He then had Betty lay back on her back, secure her wrists to the top of the bed, fold her in half so her knees were almost touching her tits, and secure her ankles to her wrists. Then he kissed her on the lips and then whispered something into her ear.
Betty closed her eyes and then said, "SURE! Why not? Gag me and do with me as you please, Leroy, or should I say Master?"
Leroy smiled as he kept the gag hidden from me and her in his hand. Then he pushed it into her mouth, and before she could respond, she had fastened it behind her head. Then I saw that it had a tube leading from it, and I wondered why. I didn't have to wonder for long. John showed me the same kind of gag, and it was about 3–4 inches long and was inflatable. Then they pumped the devices in unison and Betty's cheeks ballooned out, and she was breathing fast and furiously through her nose.
Leroy said, "That should keep you quiet while John and I work you over and fuck you silly! You're about to be fucked by two of the best black cocks you have ever had! But first, we are going to eat that pussy before we dirty it and change it forever!"
That being said, Leroy took the camera from Johnny, and he took pictures of Johnny eating Betty to several orgasms.
