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PREFACE: For the sake of realism, and to enhance your reading experience, you should know that my wife and I have already done most, if not all of these things before. Just not all in one session. The following is a fantasy that's been driving me wild for a little while now. It starts off relaxing and romantic, and descends into deeply kinky sex.

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Her shoulders were tired and her lower back was throbbing. She loved her job running a greenhouse, but by Friday afternoons she was always exhausted. Today was no exception and she was in dire need of a cold beer and a comfy couch.

Opening their front door, she was hit with a welcome blast of air conditioning, sending a shiver up her spine and raising goose bumps on her arms. Their two dogs came bounding through the kitchen, crashing into her legs with sheer excitement. She was pleasantly surprised – why weren't they in the backyard?

She looked up to see her husband standing in the kitchen with a mischievous grin.

"Well, hey! Why are you home so early?" she asked.

"Come with me…" he said, offering his hand and sidestepping her question.

Perplexed, she followed him as he walked upstairs, then stopped in the hall.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

"What?" she almost laughed. "Why?"

"Just…take off your clothes," he insisted.

She was skeptical but curious, and slowly peeled off her t-shirt. The fabric stuck masala board softcore to her skin then suddenly let go, releasing her perky B-cups with an intoxicating jiggle. She unbuttoned her shorts and dropped them to the floor.

"Panties, too," he commanded, softly but authoritatively.

Swaying her hips, she peeled off the string of fabric and stepped forward. This magnificent, lithe, 24 year old woman stood before him in all her feminine glory.

"Come here," he said, closing off the bedroom door and piquing her curiosity. She had figured they were headed straight to the bed.

Walking into the darkened bathroom, a constellation of candles flickered, revealing a drawn bath.

"Ahh, thank you…" She sighed. "You wouldn't believe how sore I am."

He steadied her as she dipped her toes in the water. Somehow it was the perfect temperature: cool enough to be refreshing on this hot summer day, yet warm enough to soothe her aching body. Lowering herself down, she let out a soft moan as the water swallowed up her body. She lay back, resting her head on the edge of the bath, and small waves lapped up over her chest and down between her breasts. Her skin almost glowed in the candle light.

"Oh my god, this is amazing. You are totally getting a blowjob tonight."

"You have no idea," he thought, simply smiling.

"Tilt your head forward."

She opened her eyes to see him holding a long strip of fabric. He blindfolded her, tying it snugly behind her head. Even the dim flicker of the candles was gone from her now.

"I'll be back in a few," he said.

She heard the rustle of his clothes and felt the breeze as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" She called after him, but received no response.

Alone in the tub and deprived of sight, her other senses began to heighten. She now understood his logic. Sinking deeper into the water, she embraced the situation as a sort of meditation.

Slowly her mind quieted as she pushed out thoughts and concentrated on sensations. The water caressing her skin. The thin layer of humid air just above the surface. She could faintly smell the bar of soap over by the sink.

Her reverie was broken by another rush of wind as her husband returned.

"Didn't hear his pants this time," she thought. "Must be naked now."

She heard him sit on the edge of the tub, then sensed something just in front of her face. A rich, earthy scent filled her nose.

"Is that…"

"Really good weed," he interjected.

Her heart fluttered and an electric tingle ran from her nipples to her pussy. They rarely smoked, but when they did it made them both insanely horny.

He placed the mouth of the pipe against her lips. Holding the flame to the bowl, the weed crackled, sputtered, then glowed as she inhaled deeply.

"Easy there, one hit should do with this stuff," he cautioned.

"One more," she exhaled, with a mischievous grin of her own.

He took a hit then placed the pipe back against her lips. She drew in another huge hit – it was clear she wanted to let loose and get a little wild. They exhaled and waited for it to reach their blood streams.

Whether real or excitedly imagined, they immediately started to notice its effects: their hearts beat faster and their mouths dried slightly. Then, almost simultaneously, chemical fireworks exploded in their heads. Time slowed and their senses boiled over; reality was amplified until it was almost surreal.

As she focused on each part of her body, it seemed to grow in her mind. Wiggling her toes underwater, she could feel tiny eddies swirling along her skin. Moving her attention up her legs, it seemed as though a dozen lovers were licking and nibbling along her inner thighs. The water became two tongues, swirling around each erect nipple, and her breasts swelled, suddenly feeling heavy and sensual. And though she was submerged in the tub, she could feel herself getting wet.

"Let's go…" A whisper, shockingly close, followed by a hot, satin lick up her ear that sent a wave of pleasure crashing over her body. She stood up and he toweled off every inch of her skin.

Still blindfolded, he guided her from the tub and into the hall. The familiar squeak meant he had opened the bedroom door.

If she could see, she would have been filled with anxious excitement: before her were the tools of what was to come. The comforter had been removed from the bed, leaving only a silk sheet. A length of rope was affixed to each teen nude non nude corner of the bed frame, with slipknots prepared for her limbs. On the window sill at the head of loading... the bed stood a bundle of feathers, a bottle of Astroglide, a hyper-realistic dildo they affectionately referred to as 'Jason', and a behemoth appropriately nicknamed 'Mondo'.

He led her to the bed and helped her sit down on its edge, then lie down in the center. He placed his hands around her right arm and pulled it up over her head. As she contemplated the warmth flowing between their skin, he secured the rope around her wrist, cinching down the knot. She felt the bed rock as he kneeled down, straddling her torso, and secured the rope around her left wrist.

"What are you doing?" she giggled.

"You'll see…"

She felt him spread her legs, then fasten a rope around each ankle.

"Babe," she paused, slightly nervous now. "What are you doing?"

"Trust me. If at any point you don't absolutely love what we're doing, say…. 'walrus'." His tone was matter of fact and reassuring.

Once again, excited butterflies filled her stomach. "Ok…"

He climbed off the bed and she heard him pick up something from the bedside table.

A strange, otherworldly sensation fluttered over her legs and stomach, once again raising goose bumps and stiffening her deep maroon nipples. When he drew them down her arms and across her open hands, she recognized the downy touch of feathers.

"Wow, I am so high."

"Enjoying it?" He asked.

"Haven't said the safe word yet," she smirked.

He moved to the foot of the bed. Before she could feel it coming, he ran his slick tongue from her big toe, up her calf, to her knee. The sudden, intense sensation echoed up and down her spine. Climbing up between her legs, he placed his open mouth at the nexus of her thighs, teasing her with his hot breath. Her wetness glistened and he breathed deep her sweet musk.

He continued his crawl up her torso until his knees pressed against her armpits, then settled back resting his heavy, engorged balls on the soft, smooth skin of her chest.

"I want to be on your level," he said, grabbing the pipe and flicking the lighter. Immediately, a surge of pleasure rushed through him. His mind began to spin. In an instant he was there.

His 8-inch cock hovered in front of her face and his lust had turned from a want to a need. Pushing his shaft down, he pressed it against her. She gasped at the sudden heat of his throbbing member. Tracing the tip down her cheek, he left a slick trail of precum. She licked and parted her lips, and that was all the invitation he needed. Rocking his hips forward, he was overcome with the wet velvet of her mouth. He could feel each of her taste buds running from his tip, along his shaft as he pushed to the back of her throat.

She was intently focused on his thick cock working in and out of her mouth when she felt something land on her left palm. Curling her fingers around the object, it was unmistakably a hard dick. A shudder of excitement rippled through her body and her pussy surged with heat and wetness. Though her arm was tied to the bed, she began to work her hand up and down this second shaft. She could feel every vein. The ridge of its head. The slit of its tip. "Jason!" she thought.

She had barely completed this thought when she felt something heavy in her right palm. Once again she instinctively tried to curl her fingers around the object, but it was too thick and she couldn't close her hand. "Mondo!" she thought. Her moan escaped only as a gurgle around her husband's cock.

She wanted to feel dirty. She wanted to feel like she was being used. And even though she knew only one of the three cocks she was now servicing was real, the chemicals swimming through her head let her fill in all the details of her fantasy. The silicone in each of her hands was transformed to hot flesh, wanting to be deep inside her, aching for release.

Jason lifted out of her hand, and a moment later she felt him slapping insistently against her cheek. Her husband pulled out of her mouth, his cock slick and dripping with her saliva. She scarcely had a change to gasp a deep breath before Jason was pushed to the back of her throat. He wasn't quite as long as her husband, but slightly thicker, causing her to gag momentarily.

While she blew Jason and stroked Mondo, her husband worked his way back down her body, positioning himself between her rope-spread thighs. He placed his tip at the asterisk of her anus, then slid it up towards her swollen clit, gathering her juices and spreading her smooth, shaved lips. With one fluid motion, he entered her. Typically he had to work his large cock slowly into her almost virginally-tight pussy. Today, though, her astonishing wetness allowed him to press into her, inch by inch, until their pubic bones met and his balls rested against her. He felt enormous inside her, stretching her out and filling her up. Once completely inside her, he stopped thrusting. The small motions of her body against his as she pleasured two other cocks was all he could handle.

He pulled Jason from her mouth and maneuvered him down below himself. She lifted her hips slightly, thinking he wanted to get in behind, but he had different aspirations. Her husband placed Jason just below himself and started to work him in. She gasped when Jason's head popped inside her. With staccato breaths, she began to relax and slowly accepted a second cock into her tight, wet pussy. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before. So much inside her, stretching her just shy of pain. Maybe it was pain. She couldn't tell anymore what it was, just that she loved it.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "Are you…both in there?"

"Yeah…" he managed. "It's so…fucking…tight. Jesus, you're wet, and sliding against him feels incredible."

"Give me Mondo!" She pleaded.

"What? Huh?" He stammered, barely able to focus.

"I want Mondo in my mouth…" she trailed off, almost embarrassed at her own request.

He tried to fulfill her wish, but Mondo was too big. She could only manage to get the tip in, but she went after it with a lust he had never seen in her. Despite being tied to the bed, she craned her neck, working her lips and tongue over the enormous cock.

Her husband and Jason began thrusting in and out of her pussy, alternating so she constantly felt both penetration and withdrawal. Without warning her legs twitched. There was no going back. With a guttural moan, she clamped down her pussy on two eager cocks and gave herself over to an earth shattering orgasm. Her consciousness narrowed to pure, electric pleasure, coursing through a body. Muscles spasmed uncontrollably. Fingers blindly clawed at the sheets. She forgot to breath.

"Holy shit that was hot," exclaimed her husband. "Baby, you squirted! Well, more like gushed. But it's everywhere." She has soaked the silk sheet.

The words washed over her as sound without meaning. The pleasure faded to mere reverberations. "Fuck my ass, baby." A voice. Her voice, strong and demanding. She hardly recognized it, but she knew it spoke to her most immediate desire. Her need.

Her husband and Jason pulled out of her with a wet pop, leaving her pussy engorged and agape. He untied her wrists and ankles then rolled her onto her stomach. She felt him straddle her, his wet balls slick against her butt. She heard the click of the bottle of lube being opened, then felt the cool slickness of it being poured on her asshole, then dripping down over her pussy. Her husband shifted his weight and pressed his tip against – then into – her pulsing rosebud. Once inside, she seemed to swallow the rest of him with ease. They had radiotélégraphias (donettewel.buzznet.com) anal sex several times a year, but he always forgot the smooth texture that hugged his entire length. His high accentuated these sensations and his cock felt gigantic. It seemed as though it must be penetrating up to her sternum.

"More…" she gasped.

Reaching around and under, he slipped two fingers into her pussy, encountering no resistance. After accommodating two cocks, two fingers were not going to be enough. With a moment's hesitation, he grabbed Mondo. Generally, his wife could barely take this beast, but he had never seen her in such a state before and he wanted to find out what she could handle.

He pulled part way out, leaving only 3 or 4 inches inside her ass, then pressed Mondo's enormous tip against her opening. Though her juices mixed with the lube, his girth was proving a challenge.

"Slowly…slowly…" she panted.

Lifting her slightly allowed for a better angle, and Mondo began to slip in. Through her inner walls, he felt Mondo's tip slide past his own. The tightness was incredible for him, and exhilarating for her.

"Oh my God…" her moan muffled into the pillow.

And then Mondo was fully inside, his commensurately large balls rubbing against her clit. Her husband reached under and could feel Mondo's immense firmness reaching past her belly button, then sank the rest of his 8" into her ass. He could hardly believe there was room for both of them inside his petite wife.

As he had with Jason, her husband began thrusting alternately with Mondo. Her breathing fell into their rhythm. Each time her husband thrust, she drew in a gasp. And each time Mondo went in to the hilt, it pushed a grunt from deep inside her. They built up speed until each thrust slapped against her, rippling waves across her perfect butt. Once more an involuntary twitch indicated she was going over the falls. Foreign, animal sounds came out of her as she bucked and thrashed under him. She squeezed her pussy and ass with each orgasmic wave, setting off her husband’s orgasm. He felt like a fire hose, pumping shot after shot of cum into his wife’s ass. He had never cum this hard or this long before. It was exhilarating and exhausting. When he couldn’t go any longer he pulled out, releasing a gush of his cum. It flowed from her ass, over Mondo, and glazed her lips. When he pulled Mondo from her, it released a second wave of cum, this time of her own juices.

He slumped down next to his wife and they both passed out, stoned and deeply sated.