Weekend Getaway (FFFf [30,29,32,30], humiliation, bondage, open use) – Short Sex Story

**I’m still just getting started with writing, so any feedback on this or either of my other two stories would be amazing!

I invented this story while, tragically, masturbating alone on vacation while my wife sleeps next to me and friends sleep quietly in the next room over. All characters are 18+ and consenting.**

We’ve been looking forward to this long weekend at the beach with friends for months. Not just any friends, our best friends Molly and Wendy. Now, it’s finally here. We’ve spent a day on the beach, splashed around in the water, eaten tons of food… it’s been perfect. The best news? My period, which had been going on for ten days, had finally ended Friday night. This period was awful, so the relief is immeasurable.

It’s Saturday night now and we all decide to head up to bed early. My wife and I head into our best friends’ room to chat and plan for the next day, just like all the time. All four of us are laying in their bed, and I gently press the top of my head into my wife’s chest and belly to get her attention. She looks down at me, and, knowing only she can see, give her my best “I can’t wait for you to fuck me tonight” eyes. I see her eyes shift just the slightest bit, and feel her nails dig deep into my back. Reflexively, my legs kick just a little, but she plays it off as if she’s just pulling me closer to her and wraps her leg over mine. A half inch away from the first spot, her nails again dig into my back. Then again, and again, and again until I begin to float away. I close my eyes to try to keep myself under control. Her leg tightens its grip, now fully immobilizing my legs, while her free hand snakes up into my hair and gives one big pull. With a gasp, my head is jerked back and red hot pain flashes across my skull. Nothing is more surprising, though, than opening my eyes and seeing a wet, cleanly shaven pussy right in front of my face. A pussy that is definitely not my wife’s. As I try to process what’s happening, my ass is suddenly smacked HARD. Realization and recollection wash over me. I wondered she had forgotten about how badly I wanted to be used by all three of them, to serve them all like my wife’s perfect little slut, to be taken by surprise and pushed to the limit. After all, that conversation had to be at least a year ago now.

Recognizing my circumstances takes only a moment – my wife is holding me down while our friends use me. That moment is long enough to feel two more searing smacks on my ass, and for my wife to lean down into my ear and growl, “Lick it, slut. Show everyone just how desperate you are. Show our friends how good my little slut is.” Her face is visible out of my periphery for just a minute, and she winks at me, waiting for my wink back to signal that I’m good and want to keep going. I’m shocked to feel myself wink, and am even more shocked to discover my face buried in Wendy’s pussy, licking and sucking and teasing her clit. I open my mouth wide as my ass is starting to throb from the spanking, and my uncontrollable moans vibrate my lips and mouth against her clit while I push my tongue deep into her. She tastes sweet and smells vaguely of sunscreen, and I joyfully continue to suck and lick as she covers my face in her cum.

Once her orgasm recedes, my wife says its her turn. Expecting to discover my face near her pussy, it is even more shocking when she abruptly pushes two fingers deep into my ass. I scream out, and Molly, who had been delivering the spanking, lets out a laugh. “I thought you said she could take it,” she says. My wife’s stern voice, powerful and strong, says simply, “She can.” I have to make her proud. I relax my body and feel two fingers shoved into my pussy, which is already dripping wet. My wife’s fingers are long and knuckly, and I realize that the fingers in my pussy are thicker and move in a different way, and must beling to Molly. My eyes roll back and I feel myself truly begin floating away now, high above the bedroom, into the cloudless blue sky above the ocean. I can hear the waves. I barely even notice as the two hands pound away, neither slowing down as Molly and my wife kiss messily above me. It’s as if I’m not even there to them. Wendy, now focused again as her orgasm has receded, has pulled her belt out of its loops from the jeans that were down around her knees. She makes a loop out of the belt, then cinches my feet together, making my pussy and ass feel even more stuffed. She ties them tightly, then moves to the top of the bed where I see a familiar pair of handcuffs. That bitch must have been planning this all along, I think, as my wife abruptly removes her fingers and shoves her cock into their place. She pulls my hair hard enough that I hear a few strands rip out, while her other hand wraps snugly around my neck. Hands cuffed together, ankles bound, I am theirs. My own underwear, soaked before we even came up from sneakily reading porn on my phone all day, is stuffed deep into my mouth, and the three hard smacks across the face that follow have me seeing stars. It’s then that the worst of the torture begins. All at once, everyone stops touching me. My wife looks down at me with a look that is a mixture of pride, pity, and disgust.

“That’s enough,” she proclaims. “Now you’ve had some fun, so why don’t we all discuss what we want to do tomorrow?” I nod, confused but solemn. She gives me a little smile. “Oh, no. I think you must be very confused, slut. We don’t care what the needs of a slut are, so you will not be a part of this discussion In fact, every time you make a noise, shift your body, or otherwise distract us, you’ll be punished. I’ve brought all of your favorites, and we came up to bed way before time to sleep, so shut up and listen to the grown ups talk like a good little girl.” She holds out a handful of choices – plugs (including a gigantic one I’ve never seen before), paddles, clothespins, dildos, and some shiny steel-looking thing that is covered in tiny sharp spikes. Wendy and Molly consider the options, then select a few tools each. “Oh wait, we forgot something!” my wife says. “Open.” I obediently spread my thighs, displaying my wet and needy pussy. My wife puts my favorite vibrator, the clit sucker, directly over my clit. Satisfied, she sits back a little and reminds me “Shhh. The grown ups are talking. No sounds. No moving.” Then she presses the button on the vibrator and sets the speed to a just-below-cumming level. My eyes widen as an orgasm builds, but I cannot get quite enough stimulation from the vibrator, so I ever-so-slowly shift my hips slightly. Wendy sees immediately and I don’t even see the paddle coming as she smacks my tits so hard they immediately bloom red. My wife just continues to hold the vibrator and smiles, as the three of them discuss what we will do the next day. As I drift back up into the sky, I vaguely hear the words “plugged,” “locked,” and “shed,” and realize tonight is just the beginning.

NSFW: yes


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