Good Vibrations Magazine

My husband always wanted two women. I know what you’re saying, every man wants two women — but this was a bit different. Alex wanted two women to be really cruel to him, to hurt him, demean him and outright fuck with him. We often played alone this way — me dominating him — but we had never invited anyone else into our fun. I say my husband wanted two women, and that is true, but it was actually my idea to bring another one in to help me top him. I thought it would be more embarrassing if one of my friends was calling him a good-for-nothing worm and tying him up. He seemed to agree because when I mentioned it I could see his cock growing hard through his pants and his eyes light up like Christmas lights.

I like being mean. I enjoy reaming the shit out of anyone around me and being totally in control, but I’m no professional. I thought it would be hot for me, as well as for him, if I had someone working him over who really knew what they were doing. I had an old friend that Alex had met once or twice who had worked as a dominatrix when we were younger. When I called her and told her what I wanted to do she was more than willing to help me.

She came over so we could discuss everything beforehand. It would be coffee, cookies and S/M choreographing. Don’t you wish you had friends like mine?

“What do you think would most embarrass him?” she asked me.

“I’m not sure,” I said. “He seems to really like everything I ever do to him. He enjoys being tied up, whipped, and spanked.”

She sat back and stared at me. I felt as if I was being interviewed for a job. Suddenly I wondered if I was qualified to top my own husband. She smiled, and leant closer to me. “What would you really like to do to him?” she asked. “What would make you get off? There has to be something you’ve always wanted to do to your husband that you’ve never done before.”

I sat back and went through the catalogue of explicit practices I knew of in my mind. I thought about all the porn movies I had watched and which ones had really gotten me off. I thought about the one we had rented the week before, where a woman had strapped on a huge dildo and fucked her boyfriend square in the ass. Alex had winced while we were watching it. He didn’t say whether or not he was into it, and I couldn’t really tell from his expression but it sure got my panties wet. I brushed back my long, black hair and sat up a little taller. The very thought of bending my big, strong husband over a desk or chair and spreading his ass cheeks was making me surge with sexual self-confidence and a relentless horniness.

“I want to fuck him in the ass,” I said. Just saying the words gave me a thrill. Karen smiled as if she approved. “Do you want to fuck him in the ass? Or would you like me to? He could be stuck between us, you know. After all, he’s going to have to do whatever we want him to.”

“Oh no,” I said assuredly. “I want to be the one to pop his cherry.” I looked at Karen — her voluptuous tits, bright blue eyes and full lips. The two of us had fooled around when we were much younger and I remember the way she made me come. I liked the idea of Alex fucking her. In fact, the thought of watching his long cock slide in and out of her shaved (I was sure it still was) pussy was enough to make me cross my legs — tightly.

“Can he fuck you?” I asked her. “I would love to watch him make you come, as I fuck him myself.”

“Sure,” she said, and licked her lips. It was then that I knew my friend wanted to fuck my husband. That relieved me in a way. We would all be getting what we wanted and be assured of having a good time.

Now we knew what we wanted to do to him. On my car ride home I thought about what would make Alex really uncomfortable, something we had never done before and never even talked about doing. I decided that I would make him dress up like a woman. I wanted to put my frilly panties on him, so that when I bent him over to get at that cherry asshole of his I would see sort of what he saw whenever he fucked me in the ass. As soon as I was inside I called Karen to tell her the rest of my plan. She was wickedly delighted. His birthday was in two more days but I was so excited I had to get myself off quickly in the bathroom. I pulled my panties up hard against my clit and rubbed them back and forth before slipping them off around my ankles, balling them up and throwing them into a sopping wet pile on the floor.

I heard Alex come home as I finished getting myself off. Part of our deal was that I wasn’t going to tell him anything that was going to happen. He was not going to have any idea what to expect — he didn’t even know that Karen was going to be there. Boy would he be surprised.

The next day I went out and gathered everything I might need. A harness, an extra large dildo, plenty of lube and some new nipple clamps. My little guy was going to have it all. I also picked up the cake for after, or during, I hadn’t decided yet.

The day crawled along. I was anticipating Alex’s birthday so much it was tortuous for both of us. Alex kept trying to figure out what I was going to do him. He peeked around in my closet and looked through my palm pilot. The only thing I let him know was that those were both activities that deserved proper punishment. He blushed when I said it.

Finally, it was his birthday. The three of us had all taken the day off of work.

“Go take a shower,” I said to Alex. “I have to start getting your present ready.”

He leaned over and kissed my cheek before he went. “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me,” he breathed into my neck. “I trust you completely.” He tenderly placed another kiss right by my ear.

“Good boy,” I whispered back. “Now go and take your shower.”

As soon as I heard the water running I pulled out the clothing I had prepared for him to wear: the same pair of panties that I had masturbated with two days earlier, thigh high garters with elastic at the top so that they would easily stay up, heels that he would have to hobble around in, and a padded, frayed black bra. I heard the door open as I finished setting everything up — Karen had planned to let herself in to start getting everything ready as I made-up my husband into my little girl.

I opened the bathroom door just as Alex was finishing drying himself off. His cock was already semi-hard and poked out from between the opening of his towel. He gave me a sweet little smile and I handed him various flowery lotions and powders to put on. I wanted him to smell as sweet as he was going to look.

I took his hand, told him to drop his towel and led him out of the bathroom. His complete and utter trust in me was such a turn-on. I hoped to myself that I wasn’t overstepping any boundaries by what I was about to do. But we did have a safe word and I’m sure Alex wouldn’t hesitate to use it.

He took one look at the outfit laid out on the bed and his cock shot straight up. He bent his head down, folding his hands in front of the protruding organ, and staring meekly at the floor.

“I’m going to make you Mommy’s little girl,” I said, rubbing my hand across his ass cheeks. “I want you to look pretty for what I’m going to do to you.” I lifted up my hand and gave him a quick spank. His cock quivered with excitement. I reached around him and grabbed the silky panties. I dragged them across his dick, giving it a little squeeze as we went past, then I dragged them up his chest, raking my nails along with it, until I reached his mouth. I put them over his mouth and nose. “Breathe,” I whispered. He did. I stuffed them into his mouth as soon as it parted. “Do you like the way they smell?” I asked him. He nodded his head yes. He took them out of my hands and used his own to hold them up and inhale my sweet pussy scent.

“Get dressed sweetheart,” I said.

I sat on the bed so I could get a good view. He pulled on the panties, trapping his rock hard cock inside of them. They were so tight that if he came inside of them they would force his come to smush up around his balls, trapped with his dick.

He then rolled up the garters over his legs, slipped on the bra and finally stepped into the heels. He wobbled a bit when I called him over to me. I motioned for him to kneel down in front of me, between my legs. He did and I fastened a nice pink collar on to him, complete with a leash. He looked up at me with such sweet, willing devotion that I reached out and pulled his head toward me, stroking his hair and holding him to my breast. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, although when he said it to me his eyes were cast downward, as if he were afraid to say it to my face. I decided to stop stepping out of character so I gave a sharp yank on the leash.

I proudly led my sweetly dressed husband downstairs to where Karen (that’s Mistress Karen to you worm) was preparing all of her toys. I walked straight to her. Alex had been instructed to keep his head down and he was complying beautifully. When both me and my princess were standing in front of her I gave the leash a quick tug and Alex pulled his head up. His mouth dropped as he saw this beautiful creature decked out in a leather corset, fishnets and stiletto heels smacking a paddle against her palm and standing before him.

“Karen,” he stammered, then he looked at me and beamed. His thrill was obvious. She smiled back at him, once again I thought of what it was going to be like to watch my husband fuck one of my best friends. And once again the thought sent shooting pangs of pleasure up my cunt. Karen stood him against the wall. She attached nipple clamps to his tits and various other clamps on other pressure points that she assured me would cause him a great deal of euphoric discomfort. She stepped back after decorating his body and handed me her single-tail whip. I drew it back and released it, over and over, increasing the amount of force I put behind it. I wanted to cause him pain and part of me wanted to draw blood. I took a step back and flung my arm out at him, cracking the whip right across his dick. I watched as it twitched and jerked violently against the smooth silk of my panties. Karen and I took turns whipping, slapping and pulling on the chains attached to him.

I didn’t want my husband to come yet. I wanted him to come all over Karen, shooting his load over her large tits and hot little body. Because then, after he had jerked himself to orgasm, I was going to make him lick his own spooge off of her body. I sauntered up to him.

“You’re such a fucking girl,” I said. “You’re not a man. You’re a fucking wuss. I bet a little girl like you has a nice tight pussy,” I said. “I bet your pussy is so fucking tight and pretty. I want you to beg me to come and fuck you,” I challenged.

He opened his mouth and released a sound sort of between a gurgle and a croak.

“I’m waiting,” I pushed.

“I want you to fuck me,” he stammered.

“Please?” I taunted.

“Please,” he finished.

I yanked him over to the couch and stood him right up against the arm. I motioned to Karen to come over and lay down. She did, flinging her long legs over the arms. Her corset had a crotch that unsnapped and the tearing sound seemed to reverberate throughout the entire house. I smiled as my husband eyed her hungrily. I peeked over his shoulder to look at her pussy. It was shaved, just like I expected.

Karen started playing with herself and I left Alex standing there. “You can look but don’t touch,” I said cheerily as I slipped on the harness and dildo I had bought. I coated the toy with lube, making sure it was soaked and glistening.

I came up behind Alex, who was now beginning to resemble a puffer fish his face was so red and his mouth was so open, and I rubbed my big cock up against his backside. He stood up a little straighter and I imagined all the hairs on his arms bristling as I stroked his panty covered ass cheeks. I gently turned him around. His eyes flashed with excitement when he saw the big toy that was attached to me. Turning on my husband was one of my major turn-ons and that amount of excitement thrilled me.

I motioned for him to get on my knees and suck my cock. He did, his eyes blissfully closed the entire time. Even Karen rolled slightly off the couch to watch what we were up to, the entire scene was pretty hot and I cursed myself for not having the foresight to videotape it. Karen looked at me and then rolled off of the couch and onto the floor.

“Are you ready?” I asked Alex.

He kissed my cock and looked up at me expectantly. I turned him around so he was on all fours. I pulled down his panties and rubbed my hand over his ass. I gave him three light spanks while I coated my dick with plenty of lube. I slid my hand up Alex’s back and pushed him over. Karen scooted up toward him so her pussy was pretty much under his nose.

I opened his ass cheeks and pointed my dildo at the puckered hole. I pushed gently at the opening. Alex shied away but then leaned back toward me. I went ahead and pushed in. He gasped. I pushed in deeper. He groaned.

“Does that feel good?” I asked him. “Does it feel good when Mommy fucks you?”

“Yes,” he hissed. I could tell he was sucking in his breath.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Karen purred.

Alex sat there shocked and then looked up at me — waiting for approval. I nodded my head as Karen reached up and grabbed his dick. She pulled him into her gleaming wet pussy and he started going at it. Soon Alex and I had reached a perfect rhythm. I was entering him as he was entering her. It was amazing. I wasn’t sure that I had ever felt so close to my husband.

It only took a few more strokes before he started breathing heavy and getting that sound that I knew was associated with him coming. His back arched and I could see his asshole puckering harder against my dick. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.

“Pull out,” I yelled. He did, spraying his white cum all over Karen, just like in my fantasy.

“Please stop,” he twitched, and I gently pulled out. His asshole stayed wide open, staring back at me. I rubbed a hand over it to quiet him.

“Clean up Karen,” I whispered. Alex made a motion like he was going to get up but I pushed him down. He then bent down and lapped up every last drop. Karen writhed under his papery tongue but was smiling the whole time. When he was done I held him in my arms, just like my little baby. We kissed — a long, deep soulful kiss.

“Happy Birthday sweetheart,” I said.

“Thank you,” he whispered back. Karen gave us each a kiss on the head, gathered her things and left. A good friend always knows when a threeway is over.

So why am I telling you this? Why am I spilling my guts to you, complete strangers, about the private ways I punish and pleasure my husband? Because he told me that if this birthday celebration ever left the house that would be the most embarrassing thing he could imagine. And we wouldn’t want that would we?