I looked at Kenny, who was slowly stroking his cock again, and he looked back at me. I raised my eyebrows, patted her back and told her to go ahead and continue.
“Please don’t get mad at me for saying this, Kenny.” I looked at him to see that he had stopped stroking his cock. Looking back at her, I noticed that tears were now starting to form in her eyes. I resumed my light caresses on her back as a reassuring gesture to tell her it was safe to say anything she wanted to say.
“I really love you, Kenny. I am so happy being married to you and I would never cheat on you. This is hard to say so please don’t take this personally. I, uh, would really like to feel a large cock in me. Not that I want to do that all the time, but, I want to experience it at least once, to get that feeling of being filled up, I mean. I can’t explain it and it doesn’t have anything to do with me not being sexually satisfied, because I am. It’s just a fantasy I’ve had for a long, long time even before we met, and I can’t get it out of my mind. I just want to see what it feels like to have my pussy filled. If there was some way you could ever allow that, it would mean so much to me.”
She started to cry, perhaps from the embarrassment of her words, or the shame of what they meant. She was trying to catch her breath when Kenny got up on his knees and moved up to her face. Still laying across my lap, he turned her head so she was looking at him and he kissed her. First, one small peck on her cheek, and then a full wet lover’s kiss placed squarely on her lips. It was incredibly moving to watch as he told her it was alright saying “Honey, I heard everything you said and I’m not mad at you. I’ll help you with your fantasies and we’ll find some ways to expose you as long as it’s safe to do it. Who knows, maybe we’ll just have to do what we’re doing tonight on a regular basis. And I completely understand why any woman would want to try a big cock and I’m not mad about that, either. I think that might be normal for a woman and it doesn’t threaten me or make me feel inadequate. I don’t know how we’ll do it, but, we’ll find a way. I love you and I want you to be happy. I’m glad you told me these things instead of keeping them inside or trying them on your own. I love you.
She pulled up off my lap and they embraced. She was kissing him passionately in between sobs, covering his face with her tears of joy. I was proud of Kenny and the way he stepped up to her confession. After a minute more of their kissing, I cleared my throat, as if to excuse myself, saying “Well, we better get on with it so I can leave you guys alone to talk this all out, uh, that is, unless you need me to help in that department, too. And by the way, any time you get the itch to do some showing off, just call me, I would be more than happy to be your audience.”
She laughed and after kissing him one more time, laid herself back over my lap and reached out to him with her hand. It was so cute, the way they were holding hands, as if he was going to give her strength for her next set of swats. I didn’t want to ruin the mood so I told him he could stay next to her and hold her hand while I resumed her spanking. He moved up close and knelt directly next to her.
“Okay,” she said, “I’m ready”.
I didn’t waste any time and starting her swats straight away. First on one cheek, and then the other, my hand came down on that heavenly bottom. She wiggled her legs further apart and I felt her settle into my lap and rest all her weight on me. She wasn’t trying to prop herself up at all, and it was clear that she was beginning to accept her submission. After about 10 swats, I put my hand between her legs and slowly pulled the pink thong from her vagina. I couldn’t have wished for better results from our little panty stuffing lesson. Her panties were soaked and there were spots that had thick, mucousy pussy juice on the garment. I held them to my nose to inhale her aroma and then placed them in the baggie, along with the other ones and set them aside.
I told Kenny to move in front of her so she could suck him while we continued her spanking. As he did, I leaned down and told her to be careful not to bite him while she was being spanked. When he was close enough, I told her to begin sucking his cock. Up until that time, I’ve never seen a girl suck a cock with so much conviction and excitement. As my fingers stroked her lips, occasionally dipping my finger into her pussy, her cock sucking energy increased and she began to moan.
“Go ahead little nasty girl,” I told her, “suck his cock while I play with your pussy. Show him how nasty you can be. Show him how well you would suck his cock if you were naked and another man was touching you like this. I can’t believe how wet you are. Tell us, Jan, would you like to suck Kenny’s cock while someone fondled you like I am?”
“Hmm, yes.” She gasped.
“And would you suck someone else’s cock while Kenny fondled you?” I asked.
She moaned another time and answered “I would do anything he told me to.”
“Anything?” I asked, “Do you really mean that? You would do anything?”
“Hmm, yes” she moaned.
I wasn’t surprised at her answer, but, I pressed on with my questions asking “Does that mean you would strip, show your pussy wide open, give someone a blow job or even let someone fuck you if he told you to?”
“Oh, yes.” She said, “If he told me to I would.”
“Well, Kenny,” I said, “There you have it. Your wife is as cute as a beauty queen, has a killer body with a shaved pussy, and would strip, fuck or suck at your command. All you have to do is help her and keep her safe. Damn, seems like a fair trade to me. What do you think, my friend?”
“I just have two things to say” Kenny said, “First, where do I sign, and, second, I love her too much to have her really treated like a slut, but, I’m sure there’s some things we can do. She’s a remarkable woman, ‘eh?” I had to agree with him.
I removed my hand from her pussy and told her to reach under and touch herself. As she did, she let his cock slip from her mouth for an instant and I saw how engorged the head of his cock was. What I wouldn’t give to change places with Kenny right about now. I was definitely regretting the promise I made not to intentionally insert anything into any of Jan’s openings. This was getting to be the mother of all my mistakes and I made a mental note not to make that promise again.
When her hand was nestled safely inside the tender folds of her pussy, she returned to her cocksucking. Kenny’s moans confirmed the fact that she was gobbling his cock down, much like she must have done after I met with her the first time. Looking down at her buns, I noticed that her bottom was much redder than the light pinkness from the first two rounds of swats, but, that didn’t persuade me to stop. I began giving her more swats, alternating her tender ass cheeks each time. Her fingers never stopped diddling her pussy and she continued working on the cock in her mouth. At the fifth swat, though, she pulled off his cock, and pulled slightly away from my hand. She hung her head down, her face contorted and her eyes squinted, I knew she was feeling the sting of the swats. She had endured about 25 swats up to now, and as I paused to take stock of the situation, I laid my hand on her ass and felt the heat from her red cheeks. I must have been spanking her harder than I thought. I knew I had to console her and show her some tenderness or she would always associate this kind of erotic activity with pain, and I didn’t want that.
I stood her up and was shocked to see that she was tearing up again and about to start to cry. She was doing a good job of trying to hold it back, but, I knew it was time for me to back off on the swats and give her some tenderness. I felt like shit. Fuck, how could I have let this happen?
I pulled her a step or two away from Kenny and put my arms around her. She laid her head on my chest and looked towards her husband. I held her loosely, stroking her hair and telling her “It’s okay, go ahead. I know it hurts. The worst is over now. You’ve been a good girl.”
I motioned for Kenny to give her some tissues, and as he approached her, she took them from him, blew her nose, wiped her eyes and then rested her head back on my chest. As she started to calm down, I saw an opportunity to do something nice for her and made the decision to just go ahead and do it. Still cradled in my arms, I lowered my hand to her pussy.
“Jan, spread your legs for me and look at your husband. You’ve been so good and brave tonight, I think you deserve to cum again. I want you to look right at him while you open your pussy to my fingers and let him watch me make you cum. This is your wish, Jan. Show him how submissive you can be.”
My fingers began to stroke her outer lips up and down, slowly at first, and then I moved to the inner lips and circled the entrance to her vagina several times. I dipped my finger into her pussy, being sure to lightly graze her pee hole as I circled. The long strokes between her clit and her pussy shortly began to do the trick. I felt her legs open more for me and she started to moan and rub herself on my hand. She was indeed looking right at Kenny, who was stroking his cock again.
I whispered into her ear to tell him to get the camera, but she did better that that saying “Kenny, I want you to take pictures, take as many as you want.”
I felt her turn her body toward him, exposing her pussy to the camera. I pulled my hand away and let him take a picture. Then he moved in to get a close-up of her pussy. After he took it, I put my fingers back in her pussy and he took another picture. I did the best I could to open up her slippery lips and show off the pink tissue of her vagina while he snapped away with the camera. I slowly moved behind her, keeping my right hand in her pussy and finding her left breast with my other hand. While I masturbated her, I tweaked her nipple and lightly massaged her breast, squeezing it just as she told me she liked it. She opened her legs even more as Kenny took picture after picture.