On Display to Thousands

He works her butt hole, enjoying its firm grip on his dick when into the screen frame appears another stud. I recognize him as another one of the masters of the Common Bonds Club. He is in fact one of the people who came on this trip. Is this real, being streamed from the bedroom in front of me? NO, NO. No way. This is not real; this can’t be my wife. I know how she feels about me. This is again just a hoax to get my goat. Be it a very well-produced one.

The new master strips down and climbs up on the bed and positions himself so his cock is at her mouth. Without delay, but with a smile, her mouth opens wide. She needs her arms to stay in the doggy position, so her new playmate acts, sliding his member past her open lips which she closes around the shaft so that the thrusting action coming from her butt fucking can provide the motion needed to pleasure him.

DR. D picks up his pace; he looks like he wants to cum. And cum he does, loading her butt. He withdrawals and exits the screen. In a matter of seconds, he is now approaching me coming out from the bedroom door just beside the TV screen and says, “OK Sissy, clean my cum and your bitch’s shit off my dick.” With me still locked to the bench and my mouth held open by the Gobstopper it is solely up to him if I’m going to taste what he just described. He was spot on; he is certainly coated. Is this really his cum and her waste? No way, they are playing with me. It’s a well-designed and produced game, but still just a game. It must be.

He doesn’t stay long, uttering something on the order of he doesn’t want to block my view. Now flying solo, the second master doing her, flips her over, bends her legs over her head opening up her snatch for me to clearly see, for everybody to see that is watching, a growing crowd, and prepares to mount her.

He is smaller than DR. D but bigger than me. He strokes it to make it hard as her cunt isn’t a natural arousal stimulus for him. His hand does its job, and his rigidness will remain as her pussy is perfectly designed to cause a climax to any cock. And her masterful skills in using it will still stimulate even the dead. Wait a minute, this isn’t my wife, who knows how good this imposter’s vagina technique is. Then again, by his expression, it must be pretty good. It just isn’t my wife.

Convinced and confident of that, I allow myself to be aroused by the action, again controlled by the cage. And that it does look like my wife adds weird taboo excitement to these feelings. Yeah, maybe I did have a ‘forced to watch’ fantasy of her being fucked in my extensive list of fantasies. Just not one that I would ever want to become real. Never.  

My attention of the screen is then interrupted as I feel the distinct feel of lube been applied to my rear hole. It is followed by a two-finger penetration, then three, followed by a thumb pulling and stretching me. A pause, then the feel of a dick head at the hole. It is slowly pushed in. I know the technique; this is Sir Michael’s huge cock. If nothing else, they are sticking to the script. If this is not a story, my best friend is fucking me as my wife is being fuck by others and there is nothing, nothing I can do about it. My confidence is rattled again, no, this must be fake, keep the faith.

“Better get use to this, looks like for now on, I’ll be your fuck partner. She’s having the time of her life in there. Just look at her face. I should have done this for her years ago. Doesn’t matter if your enjoying this, with what I got on you, you’ll be servicing me if you like it or not,” he says while he pumps in and out of me, brutalizing my already sore hole with his oversized cock. Nothing I can do but let him screw me, so I returned my attention to the screen hoping to fine some concrete evidence that this is not my wife, it is an illusion.

While my ass is being raped, I see her current suiter is leaving her backside alone, working only her box to bring him to orgasm, filling whoever this is with his cum. He collapses on her, before giving her a few more final thrusts, withdrawing and leaving her on the bed by herself.

The door again opens and out comes Master Two while I watch my wife putting her fingers into her cunt, then licking them clean. Now in front of me and without saying anything, his wet cock is in my mouth. He uses his own hand to drag it against the edges of my lips, cleaning himself. I am just his towel wipe and waste can. He must have cummed a lot or has an absorbent dick, as I now have a noticeable coating on my lips and tongue. This is so real.

As I clean him, he talks to Sir Michael, saying, “I really haven’t done many girls in my life, but this slut was good, damn good. I’d waste another load or two on her. Hope I get another chance. Thanks for getting her out here. I feel bad for our friend, but I guess will see a lot more of him now.”

Without ever slowing his ass fucking down, he replies. “We’ll have to see, he is so wrapped tight around that business of his, he might not see the light. He’s got enough cash, even if she gets half, he could move full time into the life if he wanted to. You listening Bitch?”

I hope he’s being a great actor; he sounded real. I shift my attention back on the screen if nothing more than to distract myself from these two. She wasn’t by herself long. In comes her third lover. It is another of the masters from the Club that came to San Francisco for the weekend. He too is naked other than a leather chest harness. He orders her off the bed and to her knees. He wants quality sucking and she delivers. This woman can deepthroat, but so can my wife. I still haven’t gotten undeniable proof that this is her or not. I just know that it’s not. But God, it is her face.

And the body. I know her body. This is so close. I try to convince myself that the boobs are wrong, that the vagina is different, her height is not right. But no matter what I do to persuade myself otherwise, this is an identical, perfect match. It must be her. Please don’t let it be her, if it is my Camelot life is over.

Sir Michael planned all along to take my butt for his ultimate pleasure and he does, climaxing hard, filling me with his sperm.  I don’t even get a ‘thanks buddy’, just a ‘clean me good’ as he shoves his now limp dick into my mouth, followed by ‘you got others who want you’ and he left. It wasn’t long before I had another suiter. This one felt the need to constantly comment on the screen, my wife, my failures and that all I was good for was what he was doing to me. And I have no idea who he was, a guest I assume as he wore a rubber.

Those pricks, this is exactly the kind of tortuous mind games that they like to put me through. Anyone can eventually learn to accept the physical pain of the whip, the monotony and fatigue of being bound for hours upon hours, but mental play, this is so hard, it destroys your core. Beware BDSM has many facets. They make me enjoy and suffer them all.

And while part of my brain is stressed, another part is closing in on euphoria. What I am forced to watch, unable to escape, is unbelievably exciting because it is so taboo and morally wrenching. So sexually exhilarating and wrong. I should be furious, not stimulated.

 Am I really a cuckold deep inside my psyche? No, that is ridiculous. This is not who either of us are in our real world. I believe that with all my being. She would never want this, and without a doubt I don’t want anyone to ever touch her. I’m infuriated that all those around me are googling her and making insensitive comments. The normal me would be punching them all out. While the boys turn most of my BDSM fantasies into reality for a weekend, they also like to play with me, that’s all this is.

The action, though, is still going strong on screen. She is still being deep-throated. Their position is to the side so you can see it all. Seems too that all he wants is the blow job. And unlike porn films where the guy has to constantly stroke his dick with his hand to shoot his load, she brings him to climax with her lips, tongue, hand stroking and ball massaging.

He pushes in deep as he finally ejaculates, and she takes it all. You see him weaken in his stance, enjoying the moment, pulling her head tight to him and keeping her there for a bit before he releases and pulls free. She then turns to me, opening her mouth to proudly show me her loaded tongue before making a final swallow. My wife never lets me cum in her mouth, let alone swallow, finds it repulsive and nauseating. She has never done it for me, not once. Has it always been just me or is this truly someone else on screen?

And around the corner he comes to me. He strokes his dick while his head rests just inside my mouth as he coaxes his last few drops of semen from his placid and tired cock. I offer no resistance; there isn’t anything I could do but twist my neck away and that would have severe consequences.

Then there is a third behind me. He like the last one wears a condom. He will eventually take my butt and cum in me filling his rubber, but first he goes to town on my butt cheeks with a leather paddle. He’s no lightweight nor shy as he plummets my cheeks with blows, the crowd counting out the whacks, ultimately ten on each side. And as he smacks and fucks my ass, he laments about what a cuckhold I am, worthless other than as a cocksucker and fuck hole for real men.

There will be two more visitors that she will take on, they being the other Doms here from the Club. And she takes them on together, a three-way. They too are sporting leather harnesses, each different yet similar in style. They get right to it. She is back on the floor on her knees, one to each side. She sucks on one then spins to suck the other and back again. It doesn’t go on for long. They are there to fuck her two lower holes. Together.

One of the masters lies down on the bed and gets her to mount him. He penetrates her pussy and then pulls her down onto her chest making her ass available. It is them taken by the other. They do their best to fuck her two holes this way, but it is not effective. Looks awkward. Fact is it’s not something they get to do in their world. They both pull out and reposition her so that she is on her stomach, with her face down on the dick sucking the one and the other laying on top of her doing her ass.

Now it must be one on one pussy time, as the ass fucker spins her over and puts her legs above her head. His friend steps off for a moment. She is then screwed in earnest till he fills her with his spunk. After a short rest from his thrusts, he yields to his friend and comes looking for me. His dick like the others tastes like cum, pussy mucus, lube, and maybe some filth. I licked him clean, more as a diversion for me than anything else.

The final fucking of my ‘wife’ is just like the last. I get to watch it as a forth suiter takes me from behind. I almost don’t even notice at this point. As my wife’s playmate leaves after making his deposit, she pets her tired, stretched and well used cunt as she stares out towards me with a subtle smirk, followed by a look of disgust directed I guess at me. The crowd is cheering and applauding and chastising me with more demeaning cuckhold and sissy banter, as another takes my ass on, this one rimming it.

No time to ponder that, there is a cum covered cock from her last suiter now in my mouth. It’s his words uttered as I suck him clean that is now center stage in my mind, making this seem back within the realm of possibility again, “You better hope she took her birth control Sissy. If not, with all the cum we just put in her cunt, you could be raising ten gay babies. You’ll have to raise them, you don’t know who any of us are. Neither does your slutty whore. Better pick up a pregnancy test on you way home, if you still have one to go back to.”

The mind is at it again. No, no, stop these ridiculous thoughts. That was not my wife, period.  I prayed this was simply a fantasy concept acted out by the boys. Something I never would want for real. But, wow, as a fantasy it sure was arousing, stimulating, erotic. Unthinkable acts sometimes are. Please God, make it only a horrible fantasy, a mind blowing hot, horrible fantasy...