Forced Orgasms For His Wife
Published on Monday, November 29, 2010
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I "met"
Ingrid on-line not long after I had established contact with her
husband Charles. He and I had "met"
in the Great Feet Foot
Fetish Chat Forum of this site. Both of us have a foot fetish, so
it was only natural that we started a discussion about his wife's
amazing feet.
I wish I could direct you to photos of his wife's feet, but
unfortunately, none are on-line. According to Charles, maybe some day
he can upload pics to this site. Until then, I can tell you that
Ingrid's feet are very similar to the ones that are showcased
in this post of the
Great Feet Foot Fetish Chat Forum. Or better yet, here
in this post of the chat forum.
Editor's
note: The photos this author is referring to are from Morris
whose e-mail address is
morris8825@hotmail.com.
Please understand that Morris has nothing to do with this story
except to say that the photos he's submitted are similar to Ingrid's
feet according to the author.
A sampling of the photo sets mentioned are shown below. Enjoy!
- Clicking
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I learned from Charles that, like me, he also has a bondage fetish in
addition to his foot fetish. But that's not his only kink. He loves to watch other men having sex
with his wife. Their "routine"
is for him to "surprise" his wife with other
people while she's blindfolded and bound. She's
into it as well, but not nearly as much as he would like. Her lack of
enthusiasm for engaging others has been frustrating for him, not because she doesn't enjoy it,
because as she reminds him, "It
doesn't float my boat."
As it turns out, bondage sex is something that Ingrid really enjoys,
but for some reason she downplays her interest in it with her husband.
Maybe for some of you married guys, you'll understand this. Or maybe
like me and many other husbands (I'm
divorced), this is familar to you even though you really don't
understand it. In any case, this was the dynamic between Charles and
Ingrid. Charles couldn't complain too much, though, as he does get to enjoy kinky sex with
his wife from time to time.
Eventually in our e-mail chats we started to discuss different ways to
engage his wife more often in the kind of kink he enjoys, until one day
we came up with an unlikely plan of action; for me to seduce his wife
for his viewing pleasure. As Charles told me, it would be highly
unlikely that his wife would sexually engage me on-line, because she's
really a "one man" kind of
woman when it comes to sex even though she happily allows Charles to
brings other into their bedroom. Well, from time to time, and again,
not nearly as often as Charles would like.
To set things in motion, I took a huge leap of faith by e-mailing
Ingrid a carefully worded message that was meant to engage her in a
private chat with me. I made a "confession"
to her about how her husband had contacted me to have me come over to "surprise" her while she was
blindfolded and bound. But I also qualified my message by begging her, "Please don't let Charles know that I
contacted you. He told me not to send you an e-mail because it would
piss you off, and that he should be the one to make arrangements to
bring other people over to play with her."
At first I didn't get a reply from Ingrid. Instead, I found out from
Charles that she had asked him if he knew me. He had kind of blown off
knowing me, at least as well as he did, and basically told her not to
sweat it because he had told me that she had declined his involvement.
In other words, she had supposedly told Charles that she didn't want me
to play with her. But that wasn't really true.
One thing about Ingrid is that she doesn't like the idea of being "pandered" out to others even
though that's really not her husband's intentions. He's simply a kinky
guy. She also hates the idea of being a swinger even though she does enjoy multiple partners when
he's arranged it.
Thankfully, I got a belated reply from Ingrid about a week and a half
after sending my message. At first I was taken back by the tone of her
e-mail, mainly because she was telling me how her husband "always" did this kind of thing,
and she was tired of it. But then her tone softened up as she explained
that she hadn't told Charles what he had told me. As she detailed it, "I just wasn't in the mood." She
went on to say that she knew I had a foot fetish, and "that was nicest thing" she liked
about me because she enjoyed having her soles and toes pleasured. She
even added, "If you want to give me
a foot massage one day, I'd love it."
In my reply to her as soon as I got her message, I asked her if I
should contact her husband about coming over to give her a foot
massage. In kind of figuring out where her head was at regarding
bondage sex, I assured her that there would be no bondage since it was
really her husband's thing, and not hers. With a white lie I even told
her, "I don't even get the bondage
stuff. Why would a woman want to be tied up?"
This time I got a quick reply from her. To my surprise, even though she
did affirm, "bondage isn't my thing,"
she also gave me a lesson of sorts about how bondage can enhance the
sexual experience.
One thing lead to another, and in due time we had gotten to know each
other pretty well. We became on-line friends with benefits. One time in
a daring move on my part, which I immediately regretted after sending
my messsge, I told her that it was a shame we could only be on-line
friends with benefits. "After all,"
I told her, "I give a really great
foot massage."
To my surprise and shock, I received a quick one-line reply with
a smiley face attached. "What? No body massage?"
"Sure," I replied. "I'll happily give you a full body
massage, and don't worry, I won't tie you down."
"But I do like being blindfolded," she admitted. "Would that work for you?" She
asked.
Again I was surprised with how she was engaging me in what was clearly
a sexual chat. Well, at least in my mind.
"I would love to have you blindfolded
during your massage," I wrote back.
For the next week or so we chatted in e-mail. Not all of it was sexual,
but enough of it was sexual to really make me horny. Evidently our
e-mail chats were putting Ingrid in the mood as well, so she was very
welcoming to my suggestion of giving her a massage; "an erotic and sensual massage" as
I had put it.
By now we had excluded her husband in our chats, or rather, neither of
us had shared any of our chats with him. Interestingly, mainly because
it was a fantasy that Charles had about his wife to have her fully
engage with someone else in a sexual way, he had encouraged me to keep
my messages to Ingrid private. This was conditioned on her lead to do
the same. Otherwise, he was hoping that I would share my messages to
her with him, which were to include her messages to me.
What Charles ultimately wanted was for Ingrid to be sexually intimate
with another man, on her own without him, so that he could enjoy the
thrill of watching without his wife knowing.
On my part I was confused about what was going on; what was truly going
on versus what I thought was going on. For all I knew, Charles and his
wife were doing this together, having her and I chat as if she and I
were friends with benefits without him. Or maybe things were as they
seemed to be, that for once Charles was realizing his ultimate fantasy,
that his wife would get sexual with another man without him, and in
doing so she would engage him more often in the kind of kinky sex he
enjoyed.
In any case, I decided not to rock the boat either way, and just go
with the flow. So when Ingrid suggested that she come over to my place
for her "naughty massage" as
we were both describing it, I very happily agreed, and I did so without
feeling a need to give Charles any kind of update. I figured Ingrid
could do this. Or not.
One of the things that really excited me about Ingrid coming over was
that she ended up wanting to be restrained during her massage. That was
a bit of a surprise. Then again, as I got to know her better, it made
perfect sense. Another surprise that made perfect sense was that our "arrangement" was for her to be
blindfolded before seeing me, and as she thought she might prefer it,
she'd remain blindfolded the entire time so that I could literally be
her "mysyery lover."
We had almost exchanged photos, but as we chatted about it, her desire
for me to remain a bit of a mystery to her won out; at least physcially
since by now she had gotten to know me very well. Both of us, however,
knew of one another's stats. Neither of us were hard bodies like we had
been in our youth, but both of us were nonetheless in pretty decent
shape. What I liked about Ingrid the most were of course her feet as
I'll describe later on.
I was excited when Ingrid knocked on my front door for the first time.
As we had planned it, I stayed hidden behind the door while she stepped
inside. Still looking forward, I closed the door behind her, and then
carefully blindfolded her. We had agreed to remain silent throughout
her seduction, and eventual sexual ravishment. We felt that it would
heighten the sexual tension, and make things much more exciting, which
of course it did.
While we were still in my living room, I slowly and sensuously stripped
her completely naked before carefully guiding her into my bedroom. Her
naked body aroused me so wonderfully that I couldn't help but to get
hard. She gasped with appreciation when my hard cock pressed up against
her through my jeans. As I learned later from her in e-mail, she found
it very arousing her me to be wearing clothes while she was completely
naked. It also aroused her a great deal to be leaving her clothes
behind in my living room while I guided her into the bedroom.
I laid her face down in the middle of my large California King bed, and
gently restrained her wrists and ankles so that she was bound spread
eagle. At 5'6" tall, her entire body easily fit on my oversized bed,
and to my pleasure, her nicely wrinkled soles were fully exposed for
viewing. I'm a sole man at heart, so really appreciated her
perfect soles.
For the next hour or so I gave her a really great full body massage,
which of course included a deep and relazing massage of her feet. She
occasionally showed her appreciation with some "oohhhs" and "aahhhs" while we nonetheless
remain silent. The music of Barry White was playing in the backgroud,
which I knew was a favorite of hers. Mine, too.
I pretty much skipped past her most erogenous sexual zones, as I just
teased her a bit to let her know what was to come. I took full
advantage of her exposed soles. Lifting one foot at a time every so
gently in its restraint, I went back and forth to lick both of her
soles, and to shrimped each and every one of her toes. At one point I
freed her ankles so that I could bring her feet together against my
chest, and have my way with her soles and toes again. As I happily saw firsthand, her toes were perfectly
pedicured. She had fairly high arches with very soft soles. It was an
extreme
pleasure to enjoy her soles and toes with my mouth and tongue.
I then placed her soles together, and sat on the back of her legs to
keep her in place so that I could enjoy seeing her struggle from the
intensity of tickling her feet. She had told me she wasn't particularly
ticklish, but as it turned out, the soles of her feet were more
ticklish than she had imagined. I took advantage of this by laying her
feet on my lap so that my cock could be squeezed in between the arches
of her feet while I tickled her soles. It was kind of a "forced footjob" session that ended
up making me squirt strands of cum into the air, which landed on the
back of her legs and the soles of her feet. Some of my cum even landed
on the small of her back as well as her naked ass. I wiped it off
simply because I'm not one of those guys who likes to lick a man's cum;
even my own.
As I happily learned later from her, and as it became evident because
of how wet her pussy had become, she had cum a few times herself while
I was tickling her feet with my cock in between the arches of her
wrinkled soles. What helped make her cum was the vibrating egg I had
inserted inside of her pussy during her massage, plus the fact that in
her struggles because of the tickling, she had gyrated her clit onto
the towel beneath her, which of course is what really caused her to
climax. Being multi-orgasmic, she came several times while I was having
my way with her soles and toes.
Of course, I had other plans to make her really cum hard.
To "finish" her massage, I
released her wrist restraints, as her ankles had already been freed,
and then I restrained her spread eagle once again after gently turning
her over onto her back. I made sure that she was bound tightly and
well, because in due time her body needed to be immobilized so that I
could induce intensely powerful forced orgasms from her. Initially I
only teased her for what was to come by hungrily giving her head with
my mouth and tongue. She had some nice, but relatively gentle orgasms
from it. Then I used the heated head of a large vibrator to stimulate
her pussy and clit until in due time she was squirting a very powerful
female ejaculation.
She could barely take the intensity of this forced climax, and for the
first time she spoke. "Oh God! What ARE you
doing to me?" Then after a pause, and a lot of moaning aloud
she exclaimed, "Please ... please ... it's too much!"
I stopped, but only for a moment since I wanted to give her a
extraordinary sexual experience. I once again induced a series of
forced orgasms from her, which was easy to do since by now her pussy
and clitoris were so wonderfully sensitive. "I can't
believe how much ... how much I'm cumming!" She exclaimed!
The thick towels under her body were soaked in her cum juices, and her
body was shaking from the intensity of her forced orgasms. Even after I
released her from the restraints, she could barely move. It was as if
she was a limp rag that do nothing but lay there. I laid next to her,
and spooned her as she laid back into me to bask in the pleasure of her
many climaxes.
"I
think we're going to have to do this again," she told me.
"But
maybe next time you can come over to our house so that my husband can
get off watching."
I ended up going to their place a number of times. Every once in a
while, however, she would come over to my place on her own. She
admitted that there was something "really naughty" about being
with me without her husband. The irony about it is that over time we
actually arranged our "sex dates" so that Charles
could "secretly" watch at my
place. In due time we even included others, and Ingrid clearly enjoyed
those times as well.
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