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My anticipation was sky high as the weekend came. Saturday seemed to crawl with incredible slowness and I kept sneaking glances at nearby clocks, amazed at how little they'd changed from earlier. I couldn't keep track of my actions, finding myself in rooms without remembering how I'd got there or why I was there in the first place. And my pussy was leaking like a faucet all day, forcing to change my panties on two separate occasions.

My thought were lost in consideration of that evening. What was James going to bring as his offer this week? Was it going to be dirty, hotter than what I planned to bring? Was my idea too similar to last week, did it not go far enough? The bottom line was that I was hornier than a virgin at prom and wanted nothing more than to find my husband, strip him naked and ride him like a slutty cowgirl. In fact, I tried to corner him early on in the afternoon in our basement, away from the prying eyes of the kids but the man must have willpower made of steel. He just gave me a very chaste kiss and walked away with the devil's smile plastered across his face. The bastard knew how I felt and was stoking my fires to guarantee a night a debauched revelry. I couldn't exactly fault him for it but I wasn't entirely pleased either.

By the time the kids left for their date or friend's house, I couldn't stand still and was bouncing on the balls of my feet when James came into the bedroom. He looked good, wearing only a pair of boxers shorts that were tented by his massive boner, his well-defined chest making y mouth water. I could also detect the light scent of his cologne, making the olfactory senses in my nose tingle delightedly.

For my part, I'd decided to wear some lingerie, an older red baby doll with matching panties. It was one of the sexier pieces that I owned, with a delicate lace bodice that cupped and lifted my big tits, pushing them together and making them look even bigger than they already were. I think James had bought it for me specifically for that purpose and I loved how sexy it made me feel, how full of hunger he looked when he saw me wearing it. The panties were so close to a thong that it didn't make much difference, and I was glad that I'd take the time to groom my nether regions that morning.

Neither of us wanted to waste any time, so I raised my hand and showed him what I'd purchased earlier in the week. A pair of padded handcuffs, lined with leather to protects a person's wrist. James solid blue eyes lit up and his mouth curved in a sensuous smile. "For me or for you?"

My thoughts had been focused on me being in the handcuffs, strapped to the headboard of our bed and unable to do anything as my husband ravaged my hot little body. Let him take control, use me and **** me in any manner he saw fit. My dreams had been filled with him forcing me to swallow his cock, his hips thrusting into my face like a power-driven madman; pinching my nipples and squeezing my soft, pliant titflesh until his fingers leave thick red marks over my pale skin; commanding me to act our every filthy, nasty perversion that entered his mind, without need for thought or consideration. In many ways, my offering this week cemented my acceptance that I had quite a submissive streak inside me, although I admit the thought of locking up my husband did have it advantages too.

I shrugged, sending my tits on a wobbly, jiggling adventure. I pursed my lips sexily and blew a kiss across the room to James. "I'll let you know when I win," I murmured and he gave a short laugh in response. "And what depravities would you like me to submit to."

James walked over to his bedside table and picked up his laptop, which had been sitting beneath his lamp. He couldn't help smiling as he said, "Well, I've been wracking my brain in order to come up with ideas to try, things we've never done before or would like to try again, when I realized I was ignoring a potential source of information. Simply put: porn."

He opened up his laptop and immediately a webpage popped up. It was a porn site obviously, one of those with clips posted showcasing every possible kink and sexual act underneath the sun. You know the type. Previews of video clips plastered on every inch of the screen, advertisements for penis enlargement pumps and free trials for premium sites, photo sets of pornstars and amateurs in every pose imaginable. I'd never been one to watch pornography, or visit one of those types of websites, and so it was a bit jarring to see so many clean-shaven cunts, impossibly long cocks and people fucking all in one location. But it also piqued my interest and the longer I looked, the more I saw that made me want to click on their links.

"I put together a little playlist of clips. Different scenes depicting different acts that I thought either you or I might find interesting and I propose that you watch them tonight and 'like' the ones you'd be interested in doing during our weekend explorations."

I cocked an eyebrow at my husband. "Oh, and what exactly are you planning on doing while I watch all this smut?"

His shit-eating grin got even bigger. He dropped a hand between my legs and pressed against the wet spot he found there, his fingers rubbing my lips through the very thin fabric. "Well, you've been quite enthusiastic about keeping my dick happy with your mouth this week, so I though I'd return the favor. While you watch, I was going to crawl between your legs and lick every inch of your delicious pussy and see just how many times I can make you cum."

Holy fuck, I almost creamed my pants right then. As it was, I a shiver raced through my entire body and I had to grab James' arm to make him stop. I already felt flushed and we hadn't even really started yet.

Without pretense, I pulled away from my husband and grabbed the coin from the dresser. I quickly placed it on my thumb and flicked it in the air, watching it spin until it hit the floor. This time, heads came up and James clapped his hands together, happy to have evened the score from last week. I practically leapt onto the bed, eager to start the process, smiling like a wolf as my husband placed the laptop within my reach and took up position between my thighs. He took a deep whiff, my scent already in the air, and sighed with enjoyment. I lifted my hips and my panties were soon a thing of the past, nothing separating my dripping wet snatch from his lips.

Then he dove right in and I had an immediate, mini orgasm, having gotten worked up so much throughout the day that I couldn't hold it in anymore. My pussy gushed, splattering my juices all over James' lips and tongue, which never stopped teasing my outer lips with gentle nibbles and sucks. My husband had never been great at oral sex and honestly, I've never been one to request it, but tonight everything was working just right and I bucked my hips upward, urging him to keep going. I was also curious to see how many times he could make me cum.

I turned my attention back to the laptop, the pictures of all the beautiful, naked women and guys with protruding hard-ons floating before my eyes like a siren's call. I licked my lips, for the first time in my life excited to watch other people have sex. I clicked the play button.

The first scene was fairly sedate, a husband coming home to find his wife preparing dinner in nothing but a skimpy apron. James probably assumed he'd start with something I could easily relate to, but I was sure more lewd scenes would come later. The woman even looked a bit like me, raven-haired and unable to hide her incredible bust beneath the lacy apron. When the actor reached beneath the fabric to maul her tits and she moaned in obvious pleasure, I could picture James doing the exact same thing to me. The rest of the clip followed a fairly predictable script, with the wife dropping to her knees to suck his dick until he was ready for the main course. They ended up fucking right on the kitchen table, the wife's melons bouncing wildly. The passion between the couple seemed very realistic and when he pulled out of her pussy and sprayed his seed all over her body, she genuinely seemed to enjoy it. It honestly wasn't that far off from fantasies I'd had before and I clicked that I liked it.

The next was still fairly tame, with another couple pulling up to a small pond, tearing off their clothes and skinny-dipping as the camera roved over their naked bodies. After a bit of foreplay, they screwed like rabbits, first underneath the water and then again on the shore. James and I had actually done something similar as teenagers, and as I watched the pornstars reenact that memory, I felt a fiery heat rising in my core. I liked it and moved onto the next.

The third was a bit of a surprise. It immediately opened on a woman, completely naked except for a leather collar encircling her swan-like throat. A leash stretched from a ring at the center of the collar to a chair where a finely dressed man was sitting, the other end in his relaxed grip. The women was looking at him with such adoring, slavish eyes, her hands behind her back. As the camera panned around, I could see that she was restrained with cuffs almost identical to the owns I'd bought. I felt my cunt walls contract at the sight and was barely able to hold on as the man snapped his fingers and the girls started slowly crawling on hands and knees to his chair. Her tits swung and her ass swayed as she moved, following her master's command. When she arrived between his knees, he pulled free a massive dick and she mewled at the sight of it. I expected the man to **** her to suck it, or to fuck her senseless, but he just stroked it while looking down at her nubile body. Before long he grunted and the girl took an obviously trained pose; face up and mouth open. His sperm fell like rain against her face, some making it into her mouth but most not and she couldn't look more pleased at having received such a gift.

The scenes started to flash by, my eyes becoming glazed as the combination of visual stimulation and oral work by my husband threw me into a haze of continuous, unending lust.

A robber breaks into an apartment, and after finding a sexy girl wearing a ridiculously small nightgown joins her in bed. She resists at first, causing her nightgown to tear and exposing her erotic curves to the criminal, but eventually becomes so aroused that she's begging him to pound her harder by the end. In the morning, the robber finds himself naked and chained to the bed, having become his victim's personal fucktoy.

A petite redheaded girl, who couldn't have reached her eighteenth birthday more than a few months before, comes home to find an older man--who's relationship is never fully explained, jerking off to porn. Instead of being surprised or offended, the young nymph strips down to her birthday suit and throws herself at the masturbator, who proceed to ravish her. But when the time to get down to business comes, the girl bends over and the older mans lines his prick up with her anus. He shoves it home, his large cock disappearing in her tiny hole while she shouts encouragement and screams about how much she loves getting assfucked. In our entire relationship, James had never asked about anal sex...maybe I was starting to see some more of his darker side.

The next was a short clip of another teen girl, this time blonde, meeting her sister's boyfriend for the first time. He turned out to be a big black man with a prick to match, his shaft dwarfing her face while he encouraged her to suck him off, telling her how much her sister loved it. I was **** to wonder, did this porno mean James wanted to roleplay us cheating with someone else or did he want to see me give a blowjob to a black man. In my current state, I didn't much care which was true.

As the next scene faded in, I gasped to see two women on screen, both wearing bikinis that served no function other than to draw a person's eyes to their round tits and asses. And obviously, when two gorgeous women get together like that, suntan lotion is a must to protect their beautiful skin, which they decided to apply in an extremely inappropriate manner, somehow losing their swimsuits in the process. Their first kiss, with just a hint of tongue, sent an electric thrill through my body and it never fully dissipated as they feel into a lounge chair, their hands and mouths exploring each other's forms like they were trying to memorize every inch of their skin. A sensuous sixty-nine was featured at the end, with both girls writhing like serpents as the reached simultaneous orgasms.

As their breathing slowed, I realized something, perhaps another **** hint on my husband's part. One of the girls had been dark-haired like me, while the other looked like a Nordic goddess, just like Erin. My mind had just enough time to process that thought before the final clip played.

It starts with a fancy dinner. Two couples drinking and laughing as more and more wine gets served. Then one of the women stands up and pulls her partner away from the table, the other couple following hand-in-hand. When they reach the living room, the man from the first couple reaches for the zipper on his girl's dress and, in less then a second, she's completely naked in front of the whole group. The man strips as well while the other couple finds seats on a nearby couch. The naked couple moves to an overly large ottoman in the center of the room and, knowing full well they're being watched, begin to fuck like rabbits. The clothed couple stares in utter fascination and appreciation, quiet whispers passing back and forth as they comment on the erotic display before them. It's obvious they're enjoying the voyeuristic tableau, silently urging the fucking couple on.

When mutual orgasms hit the first couple, I figured the scene was over, but was pleasantly surprised when the clothed couple stood up, ditched their clothes and took their own turn of screwing while being watched. They kept sneaking glances over at the first couple, making sure they eyes were still pointed at their humping bodies. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever witnessed and when the second couple collapsed in pleasure, I had my strongest orgasm of the night. For a second, I lost myself completely.

When I came back, the scene still hadn't finished. The gentleman were standing and their dates were on the knees, devotedly running their lips and tongues along the messy shafts. The men were grinning widely, looking down at the beautiful women sucking their cocks, running their fingers through perfectly styled hair, dipping a little further to squeeze a breast and tweak a nipple.

Then, with some unknown signal, the girls stopped their licking. Stood up and kissed their partners. And then returned to their knees. In front of the other woman's man. With wicked smiles of their own, the girls inhaled their new poles, blowing them with just as much passion and enthusiasm as their previous partner's.

My mind exploded. I thought of touching another man's cock, to have it thrust into my mouth, to taste its cum and have it violate my pussy in a way that only my husband's dick has ever done. To watch my husband experience another woman; her mouth, her tits, her cunt. Did I want that? Could I want that?

My final orgasm seemed to answer that question. I'd never blacked out from sex before, but I did that night, imaging sharing my husband with another woman, being shared myself with another man. A barrier was broken that was never going to be rebuilt and to be honest, looking back, knowing everything that's happened since then, I wouldn't want it to be.

When I came to, the porn clips were finished and my husband was standing next me. His penis was in his hand and he was stroking it for all his worth. My mind flashed back to the scene with the **** and her master and I felt a dull ache in my over-worked twat. On instinct, I started coaxing James on.

"Oh god, baby. That was fucking amazing! Rub that big, hard dick for me. I want your cum so bad, spray it over my slutty body! Mark me as your whore, your bitch, your greedy, needy ****. Cover me with your jizz, please! I need it, I fucking need it all! Give it to me!"

James grunted and I turned my face up, just like the girl in the movie. Even though I knew what to expect, the **** of his semen shooting from his tip made me jerk as it splattered onto my cheek. More followed and I ended up with numerous string of white, sticky goo criss-crossing my face like a tic-tac-toe board. Some dangled from my widespread lips and I sent my tongue to gather some of it in, thrilling in the taste of my husband's cock-juice. I could see why the girl from the clip enjoyed this so much; it felt so primal, so raw.

My heart was racing still as I stumbled to my feet and went into the bathroom to clean myself up. Even standing in there, moist towel scrubbing against my face, I knew that I was a changed woman. Or maybe I was just beginning to realize the woman who I truly was. Either way, there wasn't any turning back.

When I returned to the bedroom, James was staring at his laptop screen, his eyes wide in amazement. He turned to me, his whole face in shock.

"You...." He cleared his throat and tried again. "You liked every single video I put on the playlist. Are you...do you really mean that you'd be willing to try any of these things. Even the one's with other people?"

I joined him in bed, pressing my body against his and giving him the most searing kiss I was capable of. When I pulled away, I found his pretty blue eyes and held them with my own. "The ones with other people may be a bit harder to pull off. But yes, I would do any of those clips with you." And then I gave him a tilted grin and a saucy wink. "And more. No limits, no regrets."

James looked at me for a full minute more and then nodded. "No limits, no regrets," he repeated. And that became our mantra as moved forward on our paths into what society calls depravity.