Ryder Fox, Silver Dollar - Sex Stories

Ryder Fox, Silver Dollar

... hands cupped and kneaded my breasts through my thin silk bra.

More fog billowed around us, creating the illusion of privacy. My husband was only a few feet away, but he was completely out of sight.

The hands pulled the cups of my bra down and fingers traced my bare breasts, lingering on my metal nipple bars. I felt lips on my ear, teeth nipping at the rings on the upper helix.

“I love the bars on your nipples, Ryder,” he whispered – it was Jack.

He tweaked my nipples and they rapidly hardened and stood out. They tightened around the metal of the nipple bars, creating a sharp but pleasant stab of pain.

A hand found the slit in my dress and fingers lightly traced my vulva, caressing my pussy ring.

“Good, you’re commando like I wanted. No panties.”

“Listen, Jack, I’m going to be a faithful wife to Trevor from now on–” I began.

But Amy kissed me again, cutting me off. This time one of her hands drifted lower through the slit in my dress to stroke my clit. Jack’s hands went back to kneading my breasts. Then Jack got my wrists and held them behind me. I felt him bind them together and whispered, “What –”

“I’m using my tie,” Jack whispered back. “That’s why it’s called a tie.”

Then I felt him – the bulbous mass of his cockhead right on my pussy lips.Trevor is right here! I thought.But I can’t see him. My husband is befogged both literally and figuratively.

Jack and Amy had me agitated, hogtied, and pinioned between them. I couldn’t resist them. I ...

... felt my pussy juices oozing out of me.

“You want me,” Jack whispered in my ear.

“I shouldn’t,” I whispered, desperate.

“Then tell me to stop, Ryder. You know I will.”

“Please –” I began.

“Please what?”

His voice was implacable. He moved his cockhead back and forth and I felt its immense girth on my pussy ring. My clit was so swollen, it already felt sore. My nipples were engorged, clenching on the metal bars, and I had the illusion they were leaking milk.

“I want to be a good wife! I really do! But I want to cum!”

“You are a good wife, Ryder.”

I tried to move my hands, but I was tied down very securely. Strangely, it absolved me of the guilt of cheating on my husband.

“Omigod! Omigod!” My voice was a croak.

“What do you want me to do, Ryder?”

“Just fuck me, Jack!”

Jack immediately pushed his cockhead into me and whispered, “Your pussy is so tight, Ryder! You’re stripping back my foreskin! I’ll have to push hard to force my shaft into you!”

He was as good as his word. He unceremoniously pushed the rest of his enormous length into me, driving so hard his pelvis hit my butt with a smack. I cried out with the shock of his invasion, the depth of his penetration, but Amy’s tongue was deep in my mouth, and she muted me.

Jack began to fuck me hard, his hands kneading my breasts and tweaking my nipple bars. Each time he drove in, he lifted my butt completely off the barstool. Amy’s tongue snaked around mine, and her fingers fondled my pussy ...