Spitroast

Not really sure how I could be good or bad while I was bound and gagged, but I tried to stay quiet. The vibrator kept me on edge, but I did my best to keep from moaning or screaming. I was ashamed I couldn't hold it all back; every soft grunt felt like a slap to the face. I could feel my cunt drooling down to my ass; I was probably staining the sheets.

It feels like a long time before I heard anything, but like Susan said, it was probably only a couple minutes. I couldn't imagine how Paul got through three hours of this. Still, no one was talking to me, so I assumed I should keep waiting patiently.

I imagine Susan was treating Mike to a beer, chatting with him and living up to the friendship I built. I couldn't hear the conversation through the walls or the door, but I was getting anxious with the three way coming up. Did Susan really have to drag this part out? I was going crazy with lust and she just had a casual chat over beers! This was supposed to be my reward.

All my frustration evaporated when I heard the doorknob turn. I quickly straightened up and pushed my breasts forward for presentation. I face the door, though I still can't see it.

"Holy shit!" Mike exclaimed.

"I know," Susan laughed, "I only found out yesterday how much she loves S&M. Imagine my surprise when I found out I'd married a slut!"

"Yeah, I really can't believe it." I heard footsteps approaching and felt the weight shift on the bed. I wasn't in the most stable position, so I fell into Mark's waiting arms. He held me tenderly and spoke softly, "Susan, are you really okay with this? Is this really what you want?"

after the day I'd had, I was touched to hear Mike so concerned about my feelings. If I could smile around a ball gag, I'd be blinding him with my pearly whites. I gave a nod and nuzzled into Mark's chest.

"You okay now, Mike, you still want to fuck my sexy wife?" Susan teased my sex and made me moan against Mike.

"well, since she's okay with it, how can I refuse!" Mike chuckled as he moved his hands down to my breasts. I could tell Mike was still troubled by domination, his touch was delicate, as if he would crush my body if he did it harder.

It's nice having a tender lover, but it's hardly satisfying. To her credit, Susan picked up on my frustration. "Mike, snap out of it, I know you want to just spoil her with kisses and chocolates all day, but trust me, the one thing she loves more than anything," I felt her cock line up with my vagina, "is a Nice! Hard! Fucking!" She rammed her shaft balls deep in me, punctuating each word with whatever moan or wail she **** from my plugged lips.

Having my breasts smashing into him with my wife's every thrust solved my friend's moral issues instantly. He released the gag and gave me a quick kiss before pushing my head to his crotch. Without my eyes, I measured his cock by nuzzling it with my cheek. It's thick, and reaches from my chin to my eye. I gave it a lick up the underbelly and took it in my mouth. From there, I mostly let Susan fuck me down the shaft, drawing back in slow sucks before plunging to the base, getting a big whiff of Mike's musky pubes.

He came quicker than I'd like, but I couldn't really judge with how my own rapid orgasms filled the room with my scent. I'd learned to let the cum cover my mouth before I swallowed it, so when Mike brought me up for a kiss, I was embarrassed to meet him with a glob of his own semen. Fortunately, he didn't seem to mind. he just kept kissing, probably swallowing part of his load without hesitation.

I knew Susan was watching our show as her pounding grew frantic, which in turn made me more frantic. Our hips bounced off each other with feverish speed till I squealed at the molten flood pumping into my womb.

Mike sighed as he broke the kiss. He whispered to me, "I love you, Susan." before looking over me to the person who truly owned that name. "John, you're the best friend ever! I hope we can do this again sometime."

Susan chuckled, "Glad we can depend on you. But you know, I'm sure Susan would've preferred having a real shlong up her ass instead of this toy of hers. So, you think your up for seconds?"

"Only if Susan is."

I was in no position to way in on it. I was still thinking about what Mike said, "I love you, Susan." I'd said it myself so many times, but now it just made everything click into place. Everyone's happier like this. For the first time in years, things were passionate in my marriage. I was more in love with Susan than ever, and I knew she felt the same. We were much closer now that we had discovered these parts of ourselves together. Even going further, Cheri was always Susan's friend. For the first time, I was getting along with her without needing my wife to mediate things. I hoped I could go to work with her again someday, maybe then I could be the one to give a presentation. And Mike, I had to admit, Susan was a better friend to him, but like this, I could be better for him too. I couldn't think of a single downside to this change.

For the first time since I left my body, I felt truly, existentially satisfied. I was content with my new life. Everyone loved me, and I could love them in return. I felt tears come to my eyes, I was so happy.

Water splashed against my face, bringing me out of my reverie. "Are you alright," I heard the concern in Susan's voice. God, I love it when she shows she cares. "You left us for a bit."

I wrapped her in the tightest hug I could, whispering in her ear, "I love you, John. Please, promise me you'll never change; you're perfect just like this."