You could have resisted.
), and she had two little crosses of black tape across each nipple - I have no idea why - very much doubt it was modesty! Around her neck was a black leather collar, about an inch wide with a ring to which was attached a leash that Martin was holding and leading her by. Between her lips which were nice shiny and red, was a ballgag strapped behind her blonde hair. She was drooling and you could see it on her chin and between her boobs. Her make-up was very nice - she always took pride in her appearance, but here it was a little heavier and 'sluttier!', but very sexy. Behind her, her arms were cuffed with handcuffs along with a small leather belt pulling her elbows a little closer together.
Don't know if it's the kinkiest, but it still gets me hard...
Several years ago I would regularly attend fetish fairs that were held here in the UK - lots of kinky people and lots of toys and gear to buy. Met lots of nice people and made quite a few 'fun' friends.
I remember being at one of these events one month - no strict dress code, but people were encouraged to dress up in their finery! I was walking around from stall to stall, looking at the wares and talking to the people, and I literally backed into someone accidentally and I turned round to apologise.
To this day, I don't remember if I ever did apologise or not, but the person I bumped into was my actual next-door neighbour Martin and his wife Christine (...not actual names!). The couple were in their late 50's and early 60's and the last people I would have suspected of being into anything kinky! - but again, I've been in the scene long enough to know that everyone is someones neighbour, or mother or father or son/daughter, and you never know what goes on behind closed doors - but it is different when it's someone you know.
Martin had leather trousers on and a leather waistcoat and Christine was dressed in a short tight leather skirt, hold-up stockings and little ankle boots with heels. Her tits were out on display (...and very nice they were too
We just stood there and looked at each other for what seemed ages but was probably only a few seconds before Christine, who at this point looked as though she'd been in the desert sun for 2 days, tried to hide behind Martin and away from my gaze.
Martin and I exchanged pleasant "Hi's" and "Fancy seeing you here's" - I think he was as embarrassed as his wife was, but I did try and keep things light hearted and 'matter of fact' and suggested we sit down and grab a coffee to which he agreed, although I'm sure Christine would have liked the floor to open up and swallow her whole
To cut a long story short, we had a coffee and chatted about the scene - Martin didn't release Christines hands or remove her ballgag and she sat there blushing and not making eye-contact.
I did tell her that she looked incredibly sexy several times and that she shouldn't be embarrassed or ashamed and that their secret was safe with me.
I'd like to say that this began a kinky relationship with my naughty neighbours - but alas that wasn't the case and wasn't 'their thing'.
It was a little awkward when we were back home, but I did manage to 'corner' Christine and engage with her and tell her everything was fine between us and that she was a very attractive and sexy woman and should not be ashamed of her sexuality.
Nothing ever happened between the three of us and they did move away about 18 months after that incident (...Martin was taking early retirement and this was planned well before the incident!).
I did meet Christine in town about a week before they moved and got her to agree to grab a coffee with me. She did open up a bit (...probably knowing we wouldn't be seeing each other again?), and for the briefest of moments, I felt like she was 'flirting' with me.
As I said, not really a kinky experience per se, but spent many a night, when alone, stroking my cock and thinking about what they're up to now and what I could have got up to with Christine - with and without Martin.
Must be really nice having a horny GF like that, or is she your wife. My wife would never think of sucking my cock with one of our kids in the same room. I have trouble getting my wife to blow me when we're on vacation. My wife and I invite her sister along, and we sleep in a loft bedroom while her sister sleeps downstairs in a bedroom. My wife's, we need to be quite as she blows me under the blankets.
I had an open relationship with my ex-husband. He shared me, and it started when we were dating. A few months before we got married, he took me to England. He had grown up and lived in England until his late 20s, so it was a trip to introduce me to his oldest friends. By introduce, I mean that I was going to get to fuck a few of them. I had never met any of the guys in real life, though we did have video calls, exchange emails, I had never seen any of them in person.
At the time of the trip, the two of us were exploring consensual non-consent fantasies. Our CNC sessions would usually involve something like him surprising me in the house, grabbing me off the path as I go for a jog and dragging me into the woods to have his way with me. Sometimes, he would bring along a friend or two. We had established safe words, and there are some phrases he would say at the start of the play, to let me know that it was him. Even after hearing those phrases, it was easy to imagine I was being ravished by a masked stranger. But as time went on, because I knew his physique very well and the physiques of the friends that usually joined us, sometimes my imagination was not enough. The experience would be great, but something was a bit missing.
Anyways, we got to England, and we were staying in a house that belonged to a friend of his. Said friend was busy with work when we arrived, and he informed us that he would be able to join us for the first week of our stay. The house was pretty isolated; the nearest village was almost 30 minutes away in a car. We had the house for ourselves and proceeded to rehearse very thoroughly for our honeymoon.
On the third or fourth day, he took the car to go get some supplies. I was in the kitchen, making some coffee when someone came up behind me and grabbed me, wrapping an arm around me and pressing something cold and metal against my throat. I would have screamed if the man hadn’t whispered one of the phrases we used in our CNC play, in my ear. Though there was a small problem as the voice had an English accent. Then a masked second man came into view and even he wasn’t my soon to be husband/later to be ex-husband. He was darker and stockier than him.
I was very quickly stripped off my t-shirt and bra, the two of them very liberally pawing at my breasts then bent at the waist across the table. The second guy had some rope and used them to tie my wrists together and fastened them to the table leg. The guy behind me pulled off my shorts, and I wasn’t wearing panties, so his fingers went straight to my pussy. He fucked me with his fingers while spanking me with his other hand. The guy in front grabbed my hair, and I had a cock pressed against my lips. A few slaps across my face ensured that I opened my mouth, and very soon, I was gagging on his cock. My ass was slapped hard several times before he removed his fingers from me, and I felt the head of a second cock at my pussy. The two of them fucked me roughly on the table, slapping me, choking me with a belt. They switched me around so that I was on my back, head hanging down the side. They took turns with my pussy and mouth before both of them finished in my mouth. I am not sure, but in all that I cummed at least five times. Then I was untied, taken to the bedroom. I was made to kneel with two of them using their belts as collars on me. While sucking, if I lingered on one cock too long, the other would tighten their grip on the belt until I was to extricate the cock I was sucking from my mouth and move to him. Then almost immediately, the other guy would start pulling even giving me a few slaps on the face. Then I was strung up from my wrists from the rafter, secured my legs with a spreader bar. They took turns whipping me all over with their belts, all over me. Then they bent me at the waist; arms up in the air, and fucked both my pussy and mouth. After they cummed in me, I was given a brief breather. They untied me from the rafter and was allowed to just lie on the bed.
After letting me rest, they began to fuck me with toys; used vibes, dildos, clamps on my nipples, spanked me and made me suck them intermittently. Then I was tied to the bed, eagle spread, my head hanging over the side, with a wand strapped to me. They fucked my mouth. I couldn’t do anything but just lay there and let them use me. When they were done with my mouth, they untied me and turned me facedown on the bed. The wand was strapped back on, and a ball gag was put in my mouth. And I was left like that.
After spending a while with the wand, my mind didn’t even register when it stopped and almost immediately, I had a cock buried in my pussy and a familiar weight settled on me as my soon to be husband/later to be ex-husband told me how hot I looked as he started to fuck me. He took breaks in fucking me to use the wand on me, but would always stop right before I would cum. Despite having cum countless times, it was still torture. I think he managed to keep it up for around an hour before he let me cum. He then untied me, he removed the gag and had me suck him until he cummed in my mouth.
He carried me the bathroom and helped me clean up, and the guys had a bath ready for me so I could relax and recover. And the guys cooked dinner, and later we all were properly introduced. I had to take the next two days to recover, and they pampered me thoroughly. The rest of the sex we had during the trip was much gentler, though I did get spanked a few more times and one session was me tied up with an O-ring gag while the guys used my mouth.
Doing CNC with someone new was exciting, I thoroughly enjoyed it. The only problem we had was that when they took me to the bed, they neglected to get any towels and by the end of everything I had ruined the sheets and the mattress too.
