The Adventurous Couple

“Whose ass is this?” Nancy screamed at me as she had me bent over the edge of the bed and fucking me in the ass with her 8” strap-on dildo.

“It’s your ass Mistress; it has always been your ass!” I replied through gritted teeth.

Earlier that evening, my loving wife, came out of the bathroom with her jet black hair pulled back into a bun and wearing black rimmed glasses, letting me know she was in the mood to dominate me. She was also dressed in her shinny black teddy that pushed her large milky white breasts together, causing her cleavage to look even deeper than it already was, and her polished knee high boots, which added her another four inches to her 5’6” frame.

At first she had me crawl off the bed and work my way to her feet. Once I was there, she made me polish her boots with my tongue, making them even shinier. After several minutes of worshiping her boots, I slowly worked my way up her legs until I reached her groin.

Nancy had grabbed the back of my head and buried my face against it. I could tell that I was pleasing her from the heat and juices pouring out from underneath the leathery material that was covering her pussy. I ate her pussy through her lingerie, nearly suffocating in the process, until she came. Her pussy sprayed her cum through her snug fitting teddy, which spilled on my chest and ran down her legs.

After she was done with me, she made me crawl back to the bed and lay over the edge. I watched her out the corner of my eye as she walked to our dresser where she retrieved her favorite strap-on dildo and a bottle of lube.

As soon as she was done donning her fake cock, she walked over to me and applied the lube to my begging ass. Then slowly she worked the thick rubbery cock into me until it was buried deep inside of my tight tunnel.
Once she was comfortable with her dominance over me, she began to drive her dildo deep and hard into me, which brings us to the present.

“Damn right your fucking ass belongs to me! Tell me how much you love to be fucked by me! Tell me you fucking worm!” Nancy yelled at me as she held onto my hips and piled drove me.

My cock was rubbing against the soft comforter and leaked gobs of hot, sticky precum each time Nancy slammed her hips into me. “I love it Mistress! I love your cock inside of me!”

I could tell that Nancy was close to cumming again. My ass cheeks were being covered by her gooey pussy juice and she was breathing hard. “Mmmm…fuck! I love seeing… my cock…in you!” she said between gasping breaths.

“Fuck me Mistress! Fuck me hard!” I screeched over my shoulder. “Use me as your ass slave!”
Nancy always loved it when I begged her and I knew that would be the preverbal nail to push her over the edge.

Then she pushed her dildo deep inside of my ass and grinded her hips against me, causing the base of her phony cock against her clit. “Oh fuck… I’m cumming!” she yelled out. I felt her whole body shake behind me as she lay on top of me and bit at my upper back.

With her lying on top of me and shaking violently, my cock had the extra pressure it needed against the bed to cause me to cum. The tip of my cock became instantly sensitive and began to twitch uncontrollably. My sticky cum ran the length of my shaft and erupted out of the tip, covering my stomach and the comforter.
“Oh fuck! Thank you Mistress, thank you for making me your bitch!” I cried out as more of my cum seeped out of me. Nancy didn’t speak but rather grunted and shook as the last of her orgasm subsided.

After several minutes, after we were done shaking from our shared orgasm, Nancy slid her dildo out of my ass and laid onto the bed. I crawled up to her side and softly kissed her cheek. “I would do anything for you,” I said softly.

Nancy turned her head and faced me, “Anything?” she asked.

I looked into her eyes and saw something a little twisted in them. But I was completely in love with her and I wanted to do anything to make her happy, regardless if it made me uncomfortable.

I softly caressed her cheek and replied, “If it makes you happy, then yes, I would do anything you want me to do.”

Nancy rolled onto her, causing her strap-on dildo to poke me in my belly, and said, “Well I have been watching shemale porn when you weren’t around and seeing a chick with a dick fucking a man really got me turned on. So I got to thinking how hot it would be to invite a shemale or cross-dresser into our bedroom.”

At first I was a little shocked that Nancy suggested that we have a three-way with a dude in a dress, but at the same time I had seen some shemales that were beautiful and I began to see Nancy’s point of view. “So what did you have in mind?” I asked.

Nancy rose up onto her arm and looked into my eyes, “So are you saying you would do it for me? You would let me watch you with a shemale?” she asked.

“I would, if it makes you happy. But ‘she’ has to be pretty. I don’t want some NFL Linebacker in a dress with more hair on his body than me!”

A big smile expanded on Nancy’s face and I could tell she was beyond happy, she was ecstatic. “Don’t worry Steve, she will be pretty and you will love it!”

After I agreed to her fantasy, Nancy let me do whatever I wanted to her for the rest of the night.

About a month had past, in which Nancy had spent a considerable amount of time looking at a transgender dating website, and she finally found someone we both agreed on. Her name was Alex. She was 5’8” with long red hair. She had large breast, almost as big as Nancy’s, that were surgically implanted and more curves to her body than a formula-one racetrack. Her skin was smooth and milky white and she looked a little gothic. To tell you the truth, if you were to see her walking down the street, you would have never guessed that she was packing a cock.

Nancy contacted Alex through e-mail and eventually over the phone. It was another month before we finally arranged to meet in person. The three of us agreed to meet at a gay friendly bar in the downtown district on a Saturday night.

When that big night came, Nancy and I got a room at a very posh hotel nearby. We went to dinner then returned to out room to get ready for the night. I did an enema, just in case the three of us ended up back here and took a shower. After my shower I dressed in a nice gray pinstriped suit, Alex said she loved a man in a clean suit, and waited for Nancy to finish getting ready while I sat in the room adjacent to the bedroom.

About twenty minutes later Nancy came into the room. From top to bottom, her outfit screamed pure sex. Her long black hair was styled and laid seductively over her shoulders. Her makeup was done to perfection, from her eyes to her full, red painted lips. She wore a black cocktail dress that had a neck line that plunged down to her navel, removing any doubt if she was braless. The hem of her dress ended high on her thigh and barely covered the tops of her stockings. I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing any panties either.

I stood up and walked towards her. “Holy shit! You look absolutely amazing!” I said when I reached her.
She grabbed my hips and pulled me in close. “I was going to ask if you were excited about tonight, but feeling that big hard cock growing in your pants has already answered my question.”

She was right, I was very excited. The mixture of seeing my wife in such a revealing outfit, the idea of having a three-way with a hot shemale and the knowledge that after tonight my wife was going to be the happiest person on the planet had me walking around with a hard-on.

“Yeah, well you have a way of making things very,” I paused for a moment, and then said, “exciting.”

We decided to take a cab to the club, since we knew that we were going to be drinking. Once the cab pulled up to the front door, I paid the man driving then we entered the place.

The club had an industrial setting. There was a large dance floor that was already packed with people. The tables looked like 55-gallon drums with a smooth black table top welded on top and the chairs around them resembled something that a mad artist would had made for a post-apostolic Sci-Fi movie.

At first, I thought I was going to stand out, because of my tailored suit, but after looking around I noticed that I wasn’t the only one dressed in one. A matter of fact I was pleasantly surprised by the collection of people there. I saw people dressed like Nancy and me; there were Goths, punks, old, young and everything in between. See such a large diverse group of people made me feel at ease.

“Nancy, Steve is that you?” a voice rang out from behind us.

Nancy turned around to see who call our names. It was Alex, and when I saw her in real life, well needless to say I was very pleased.

Alex was standing by a booth just off to the side of the front door and she looked stunning. Her red hair was pulled into a tight bun and was being held in place by highly decorated chopsticks. She was wearing a gray pinstriped skirt that came down to her knees and flared out slightly.