Part Time Wife 2 - Sex Stories

Part Time Wife 2

... want Justin to see what I’m doing? He’ll come if I send him the picture. God, yes, I want him to see me tied up with the collar and naked. Maybe with cum leaking out. I can picture him when he gets it, yum, yum.

“You want to send him a picture? For your cuckold? I’ll love doing that.” He started fastening the cuffs to my wrists, kissing me as he did. He moved down, kissing and licking as he got to my tits and then my pussy. Then he fastened my legs apart, exposing my pussy.

I was writhing my back into the mattress because I couldn’t stay still.

He was taking pictures and short video clips as he did it: holding the collar, his hands on my tits, and in my pussy. He used the flogger on me to redden my skin; that's what he called it—a flogger. The sensations were new to me, but he was right. It made me feel even more alive.

Justin is going to love this. He’s told me he likes to picture me submitting to another man.

Dawson went through the pictures while I was still restrained. He had my legs spread as far apart as I could go, while my hands were tied above my head. I'm his submissive whore, just like I want, and I'm waiting to be fucked. He was caressing me wherever he wanted to. Occasionally, he presented his cock and balls to be sucked.

I heard myself whimpering. “God, Dawson, yes, yes, my pussy, my pussy. More. More. My cunt, yes, I need your cock.” Well, more or less, that’s what I was trying to say. He was driving me insane until he finally put his cock ...

... in and put me out of my misery. When I felt his release inside my pussy-cunt, I screamed, “YES.”

It was a couple of days later, or maybe a half hour—I couldn’t tell—we'd recovered enough to decide which pictures to send.

We used his phone, but I typed in the text.

Hi sweetheart, I’m with Dawson tonight. I want you to see what we’ve been doing here in San Jose. I’m wearing his ownership collar for the rest of the time here. Notice the O ring for a leash if he needs one. He’s had me tied to his bed for the last couple of hours, and God, I’m sore.

I’ll be wearing the collar when I get home, so you can take it off me so I can become your faithful wife again.

Cecilia

I got a text back in about twenty minutes.

God, yes.

Dawson and I spent the night sleeping together. Well, that's what I called it. There was a bit more exercise and sweat involved than is normally associated with sleeping. I was looking forward to meeting and, um, knowing his two friends. They had to postpone until Saturday, but I was leaving Friday.

We argued about it until, finally, he took me to a pet store to get me a leash. He made me pick it out, and I had to wear it through the lobby up to his room.

"Now, Cecilia, do you see the leash? Do you see the collar? What do they say?

"You own me until I leave," I said in a small voice.

"That's right, so text Justin. Tell him you have some business that will take you until Sunday."

Justin

I'm going to be back on Sunday, not ...