Entertaining Me or Three?

It was then, as we lay on the bed, her head on my chest, breathing heavily and soaking in the afterglow of our orgasms, that I decided to make the story come true. I didn't discuss it with Hope, my wife and sometimes 'Daddy's good girl.'

It was rare that we came together, but tonight we did. Just as I was finishing up whispering a fantasy story in her ear while steadily thrusting into her pussy. We weren't in our well appointed playroom and she wasn't tied to the bed. Tonight was a 'regular' or vanilla sex night. Spontaneous, slow and easy, focusing on each other's pleasure. I hadn't planned on telling her a story while we made love, it just felt right at the time and I rolled with it. Our post orgasmic bliss confirmed it was the right choice. Telling a story during sex was not something we'd done before. Typically, when in Daddy/Good girl mode we acted things out. After that night, storytelling became a regular thing, both 'in scene' and during vanilla sex.

Over the next few months I planned this night, this enactment of a story. Replanned it, changed the entire plan except the 'main events,' and spent many hours finding the right couple. Then, with the couple, I replanned some more. It was finally the day, today I was going to make the story I told her a reality. And more often during sex we told each other sexy stories.

The day started with my declaring to Daddy's good girl that she was mine today, and that she was going to spend the day naked, something she wasn't fond of having to do; that's exactly why I made her do it. You'd think she'd be used to it by now, this is not the first, or even seventh time. Today she seemed more nervous than usual. In her defense, I did tell her I was raising the stakes as well. I told her just to keep her on edge, I wanted her to be nervous while I teased her. I know that being nervous heightens her submissiveness, the same as it does mine when I'm in that headspace.

We live on a large piece of land in a rural town. Our house is strategically located with no less than twelve acres of land between us and anything else on all sides of the house. The perfect place to live, it's quiet and peaceful, and it makes our games easier. Like keeping her naked all day. We're not exhibitionists. Well, she's not, I'm a bit more daring. We value our privacy, so we do keep our games out of 'the public eye.' It also helps that through sheer dumb luck I purchased a lot of bitcoin when I was in college, and now we can do pretty much what we want in life. I say dumb luck because I thought I was buying one, a friend pressured me into it, but I accidentally signed up for recurring purchases. And I never paid attention to the few dollars a month that were slowly building me a fortune I never expected. Anyway, that's not important for today.

I teased my good girl all morning, touching her tits, pinching her nipples, slapping her ass, or slipping a finger into her pussy, ordering her into positions that lewdly exposed her and made her touch herself often. Never allowed to cum, always stopping her as she got close. Not really edging her, she was close, but not that close. But still, it had to be really frustrating. OK, I know first hand how frustrating it is, she'd done the same to me when she was in Mistress mode. Except she truly edged me.

The teasing slowly increased in intensity all morning. Since we're both early risers, all morning was five hours so far. Shortly after 11 I ordered lunch to be delivered via Uber Eats. I hadn't asked Hope what she wanted nor did I tell her I was having lunch delivered. Ordering from one of our regular restaurants, I knew what she would want. Not that it mattered, when she is Daddy's good girl all day, she has little choice about anything. So, when the camera app chirped to indicate someone coming up the driveway Hope looked startled.

"I ordered lunch from Jones' Diner," I calmly told her, "you're having steak and cheese. I've already paid for it, just need you to go get it and tip the driver. The look of fear on her face was priceless. Her eyes wide, her breathing growing more shallow and quick, and the skin from her face to her chest almost instantly turning crimson red with embarrassment. I noticed that her nipples also hardened. I know her well enough to know what was going through her mind. On one hand, she wanted to continue to be Daddy's good girl, not naughty and needing to be punished. On the other, there was no way she would be able to bring herself to meet someone at the door naked. Especially because we are both well known in town.

Understanding her internal struggle I upped the pressure. "You do want to be a good girl, don't you? I know you like to be spanked sometimes, but today is not a day you want me to punish you. I warned you I was raising the stakes, that includes if I need to punish you. I can assure you it's in your best interest not to find out what new methods and implements I've discovered."

"Please don't make me go out there," she begged in a desperate whisper.

"Please, don't make you go out there and what?" I wanted her to say it.

"Please Daddy, don't make me go out there and get the food and let someone see me naked" she corrected herself. I had already determined I'd let little indiscretions slide when I sprung this on her. I knew the inner turmoil she'd go through. That didn't mean I was going to make it easy on her.

"You have a choice," I told her, "you can either go get our lunch or spend an hour bound to the spanking bench....." I let my voice trail off. I also knew she'd cave and go get the food. She liked some light spanking, not so much longer sessions when I was not so gentle. Over the past few months while I was planning today I'd made sure to put her through a couple of longer sessions, just so I could use that as leverage. I suspected I'd need it.

In a pleading whisper, "Please, Daddy, I'll do anything for you. Don't make me do this"

"I already know you'll do anything to be my good girl. Which is why you're going to get our food." My tone was stern, not leaving room for negotiation. This wasn't the first time I've 'exposed' her. She's been outside naked or tied up in front of a window many times. Always, though, we were expecting no one, and the one time someone did show up, we had plenty of warning from the cameras to get her out of the window before the person - a damn politician soliciting votes no less - came into view of the house.

Obedience won the inner tug-of-war Hope was having, she turned and slowly walked to the door. I followed behind her, wanting to see how she handled the situation. When she got to the door she paused, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door, tentatively looking out. What she didn't know, but found out, was I had included delivery instructions to leave the food on the doorstep, which they did. Good thing too, because Hope hadn't thought about how she was going to tip the driver, she didn't have any place to hold money. I could almost feel her relief when she got the door all the way open and saw the delivery driver's car turning the corner in our driveway, too far away to be able to tell she was naked, and the delivery bag of food sitting at the top of the steps. She quickly stepped out, grabbed the bag and rushed back inside, closing the door. She noticed me standing there.

"That's my good girl," I praised her. "I knew that would be tough for you, I was pretty sure you'd choose grabbing the food over an hour on the bench, that's why I gave instructions to leave the food on the steps. I'm very proud of you."

As I watched the stress leave her body and her face light up from the praise, I stepped into her, wrapping my arms around and gave her a passionate kiss. I could feel her hard nipples as her tits pressed into my chest. She readily opened her mouth and accepted my tongue. I ran my hands over her back and down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks. I broke the kiss, stepped back and pinched her nipples. I squeezed a little harder than 'normal' but not enough to really hurt. "Now, go get lunch on the table," I told her. As she turned and headed to the dining room I slapped her ass. Surprised (though I really have no idea why, I slap her ass all the time), she yelped and jumped a little. Looking back at me with a grin on her face she swung her hips more than she needed to, ensuring I got a good show. All I could think was how fucking sexy she is, and how lucky I was that she chose me. My cock swelling in my shorts, I knew I'd need to get some relief shortly. Also, that she was about to get her next surprise.

I gave her a few minutes to get the food out and on the table before I went to the dining room. When I got there, she was sitting in 'her' chair. The one I'd taken from the playroom. The one designed to attach dildos to, or to remove the middle panel of the seat and leave her pussy totally exposed. Today I had a bluetooth controlled medium sized vibrating dildo mounted to the seat. I had made the chair from one of our old dining room chairs, putting a small bracket that we could mount different dildos and vibrators for the person in the chair to enjoy. As I walked in, Hope grinned at me saying, "I figured I was supposed to sit here, Daddy."

"Indeed you are," I told her. "And, as a reminder, you are not allowed to cum."

"Yes, Daddy," she replied.

I placed my phone on the table and offered Hope one of the few remaining choices she had today, "One, two, or three," I asked.

I'm sure she guessed what each of those choices corresponded to, the choice of which preprogrammed vibrating patterns for the dildo. Hesitantly she chose two. She may have guessed what the choice was for, but didn't know the specific pattern. I touched two on the screen, starting the vibrator. This pattern slowly builds up speed then abruptly stops for a couple cycles, then from nothing to full speed and slowly decreases for a couple cycles, repeating the cycles until stopped. There was a random pause between each cycle, set for two to ten seconds. Immediately Hope gasped and squirmed a little. I enjoyed listening to the buzz and watching Hope's face change with each intensity. Not surprisingly she had a hard time focusing on eating. "Eat up, good girl, you're going to need the energy for the rest of the day's activities."

"I'm trying, Daddy. I have to concentrate so much on not cumming that it's hard to eat."

Giving her a false choice, timing it right after she took a bite and had a mouthful of food, "If you want me to stop the vibrations it'll cost you five minutes on the bench. Do you want that?" As I was saying this to her my finger was hovering over my phone. And without giving her time to answer I touched the screen and the vibrations instantly stopped. "Oops, I guess I was a little too quick on the trigger there. Still, that'll cost you five minutes."

I could see it on her face, she wanted to protest. To tell me I didn't give her a chance to answer. But she knew better, that if she did I would double the time. She just looked down at her plate and took another bite of her sub. Internally I made a (bad) pun, a sub for my sub. Glad I didn't say it outloud, no need to give Hope a reason to roll her eyes at me.

After we finished lunch Hope got up to take care of our wrappers. I think she was happy to get the dildo out from her pussy. Not that she doesn't like having cock, real or fake, in her, I knew she didn't want to cum. Standing up as well I told her, "I'll take care of this, you take care of the dildo and chair." Knowing what I meant, she lowered herself to her knees, in front of the chair, and started to lick and suck the dildo clean. After I finished taking care of lunch I returned to the dining room, standing behind her as she bobbed on and licked the dildo. By now all her pussy juice was off it. Still, she wasn't allowed to stop until I inspected her work.

"I bet you wish you were sucking another woman's pussy off my cock." Starting in with one of her favorite fantasies. It was interesting this got her so worked up. She absolutely did not want me having sex with another woman. But, she also got so hot thinking about it. Maybe because she knew that I had no interest in other women. She has said she has no interest in other men, either. Which is too bad since I would love for her to dominate me with another man. But, that still remains a fantasy for me. Maybe someday. I also knew, in her mind, it was a 'safer' way to taste another woman's pussy. Something she desperately wanted to do, but wasn't sure she could bring herself to. Her conservative upbringing, and societal norms still constricting her actions. Not her thoughts, but actions for sure. And how hard she came when I used our fucking machine to either spit roast or double penetrate her made me wonder how much 'resistance' she'd put up if I invited a man to join us.

"Yes, Daddy. I want to clean your cock after you fucked her." 'Her' has always been generic. I don't know if Hope has any woman specifically in her mind when she fantasizes, or if it's an image of her favorite attributes without being a specific woman. Maybe it's a different woman each time. Maybe I'll never know.

"You've cleaned that enough, go to the playroom, put a blindfold on and get on the bench." I instructed her. I waited about 15 minutes, knowing the waiting, the anticipation only heightened her arousal. When I entered the playroom I set a five minute time on my phone and grabbed my favorite paddle off the wall hook. It was leather, about 18 inches long with a rounded handle. One side of the paddle was just plain leather. The other side had little hard rubber pointed nubs on it. Hope particularly disliked that side. I used the plain side. I didn't want to take away her sexual edge, the other side always did that. Not almost always. Always, without exception. That side was for actual punishment, as infrequent as that was. Without warning I brought the paddle down on her ass. Medium force. Hope flinched. To her credit, she didn't move, even though she was not strapped down.

I spaced the strikes out, not wanting to give her too many so she was sore for later. I also didn't want her to think I was letting her off the hook. None of the strikes were particularly hard. Some were pretty light. They were all spread out over her cheeks and upper thighs. When the timer went off I told Hope she could stand. I gently guided her to the cross. I placed a cuff on each wrist and secured them to the rings at the top of each arm of the cross. I left some slack in the rope. After securing her wrists I did the same with her ankles to the rings at the foot of each leg of the cross. Returning to her arms, I removed the slack from the rope and tightened it. Though it was not needed, I put the stomach strap around her and secured that to the ring in the back of the cross. When she was secured I grabbed the noise cancelling headphones, slipped them on her, and started white noise. I left to wait for our guests. The ones she didn't know were coming.

I found Rowan and Teresa during the 'research phase' of making my plan. I was on several fetish site boards and dating sights trying to figure out how to vet people for tonight. After many bad answers and initial first conversations I was almost ready to give up. Until Rowan DM'd me, a short, atypical message than what I found most wannabes' initial messages to be.. The message was to the point, "Hi, we're a dominant couple looking for a new sub or sub couple, our long time relationship ended when our sub moved away. Your profile interests us, would love to chat more." From there our relationship, just platonic until tonight, developed. We'd met in person a couple times, I shared pics of Hope (all decent) and told them all about her, and us. They agreed to help me make this story/fantasy come true with thoughts about this becoming a long-term thing. They were very honest about wanting to dominate us both, something I wasn't sure about. Yes, Hope and I are both technically switches, but ninety percent of the time I am dominant. It works for us. I was also very clear this may be a one-time event, it would all depend on how Hope felt. Yes, I'm her 'Daddy' and she'll do what I say, but I honor her boundaries. If after trying something we've both fantasized about, both said we'd like to try but never took actual steps toward, she decided not to do it again, that would be the end. They understood and were willing to help us live out a fantasy and see where things went from there.

I greeted Rowan and Teresa, told them where the playroom was and that I'd meet them there. This was also part of the plan, they'd get ready, though I didn't know what that mean. They knew Hope was blindfolded and had the headphones on, there was no need to be quiet when coming in. I headed to the playroom to get Hope ready and wait for them.

When I got into the playroom I released Hope from the cross and guided her to the fuck cross. This bench was shaped like, well, a cross, only laying down, with kneeling spots at both the head and between whoever's spread legs that were secured to it. Both were designed to allow others a comfortable spots to kneel or stand when using the strapped person. I did this without a single word to Hope, she was still wearing the headphones. She'd been on all of our equipment enough times that all I had to do was gently nudge her and she knew what to do. With Hope securely strapped down I stepped back and admired her body. One that I'd seen and played with so many times over the years. One that never ceased to excite and amaze me. I wasn't surprised to see her nipples fully erect, her pussy swollen and glistening with her moisture. As much teasing as I'd done I would have been shocked, and worried, had that not been the case.

My part of the plan at this time was to start the 'story.' I had rehearsed this so many times in the past few months that I didn't really need my notes. I had them handy anyway figuring I'd get distracted by watching it actually play out. At first, Rowan and Teresa were not interested in 'following a script,' as they called it, instead preferring to just see where events led. We negotiated a deal that for the first encounter we'd do it my way. If there were any subsequent meetings they'd have free reign within any limits that Hope or I set. I also agreed to a penalty should Hope decide this was a one and done encounter. I was confident enough that she would want more that I agreed that I would have to orally service both Rowan and Teresa once if Hope did not want to continue beyond today. I'm not bi, never had any inclinations towards guys, and quite honestly figured I'd just ghost them if she decided on once and done. Yeah, they knew where we lived, but I trusted that they'd remain faithful to the unwritten rules of fetish life, no one outs anyone else for fear they will also be outed.

I was surprised when Rowan and Teresa entered, both were naked. I don't know what I expected them to be wearing, but I didn't expect nothing. Both were gorgeous in their own way. Teresa well proportioned, her strawberry blond hair in a ponytail, blue eyes, and what I estimated to be 34C tits. Her nipples were much like Hope's, small areolas with pencil eraser nipples. Her completely shaved pussy and ass were straight out of my fantasies. Rowan was well built, not overly muscular but it was clear he worked a physical job, a large equipment welder is what he told me early on in our conversations. His semi-hard, circumcised cock looked like it would be slightly larger than mine when hard, unless he was both a shower AND a grower. I would see later he wasn't, and he was hung like I thought he'd be.

I put on my headset and stopped the white noise in Hope's headset, and started my story. Through the headset I told her I had a surprise for her today, that I would act out a story as I told it to her, much like that night in bed months ago. With the noise cancelling headphones all she'd be able to hear was my voice. She'd not be able to hear Rowan and Teresa as they moved around her. I started the story..

"Tonight you're going to be my Good girl and make Daddy happy. I've invited some friends over. Friends that are very horny. Friends that have always wanted to have their way with you. You'll take care of them for me, won't you, Good girl?" As I said, since fateful night we'd incorporated storytelling into our sex lives, so this was not new for Hope. She was comfortable with stories of multiple people using her. Well, comfortable is not the way to describe how she was. VERY, VERY excited when hearing the stories as I used her. Her reply was a forcefully whispered, "Yes."

Rowan and Teresa moved to one side of the bench each, ready to participate, acting out the story as I told it.

"I trace my fingers over your body, I think about what flogger I want to use on you. I refuse to touch your nipples or pussy. I love the way you squirm, the way you try to thrust your hips and arch your back to get me to." Rowan lightly traced up Hope's stomach, circling but not touching her nipples with one hand. With the other he lightly traced up her thighs, over her pubic bone just above her mound, down the other thigh, then back again, lightly tracing just outside of her pussy lips. Hope was squirming just how I described. She wasn't doing that to follow the story, the story was following how I knew her body would react. A slight moan escaped her lips.

Rowan continued tracing her body. "Tonight I don't want to ease into anything. I take both nipples between my fingers and pinch them, hard." Hope gasped as Rowan pinched her nipples. "I release your nipples and trace a finger up to your mouth, pushing it in. You know what to do, you start sucking my finger like the slut you are, wishing it were a cock, any cock." I watched Hope's lips close around his finger as her cheeks sucked in.

"Pulling my finger from your mouth, wet with your saliva, I plunge it into your soaking wet pussy." Rowan's hand moved between her legs to her exposed pussy. He buried his finger in Hope's pussy, curling it up to stroke her g-spot. A louder moan escaped her. Her hips bucked as much as they could with the waist belt holding her to the bench. Rowan sawed his finger in and out slowly. Hope's hips flexed even more, her breathing quickened. Teresa moved next to Rowan. Using his other hand, Rowan buried two fingers in her pussy. Teresa sighed, reached up and started pulling on her nipples.

"Tonight you're going to eat your first pussy, here's a taste," I told her. This is a fantasy we've played out several times. Only this time it woudl be different. Rowan withdrew his fingers from both Hope's and Teresa's pussy. With the fingers that were in Teresa he traced along Hope's lips. Hope stuck her tongue out, licking her lips then Rowan's fingers, trying to suck them into her mouth. I wonder if Teresa tastes much different than Hope does, and if so, would she notice. I didn't want her to figure it out just yet.

"But first, I want your tits." Teresa, holding her hair back, leaned down and traced around Hope's areola with her tongue before sucking her nipple into her mouth. Hope moaned and tried to raise her chest; like her hips and the waist strap, she was limited by the chest strap. When she moaned Rowan pushed his finger into her mouth. Hope greedily sucked Teresa's pussy off his finger. I watched closely for any sign of recognition that it wasn't her pussy she was tasting. I didn't see any hesitation so I presumed that she didn't.

my cock was straining against my underwear and shorts so much it started to hurt. I signaled to Rowan and Teresa to continue while I dropped my pants and underwear, freeing my cock. God I was so hard! I removed my shirt as well, no point in leaving that on. I so badly wanted to stroke myself while I continued the 'story' with Hope, my desire to fuck her with another couple won out and I let my cock bob free. All the while, Rowan was alternating between fingering both of their pussies while Teresa sucked on her nipple. I hadn't thought this part through and suddenly wondered, again, if Hope figured it out yet. Too late if she had, but I still was anticipating that moment of the 'big reveal.'

Back to storytelling, telling Teresa the next part was all her. "As I make my way between your legs, gently blowing on your soaking wet pussy you try to squirm. Feeling the bonds holding you in place only makes you want more." Teresa, having moved between Hope's spread legs and gently blew on her pussy. Hope gasped at the feeling. "Then I gently lick your lips, slowly working my tongue between them. Not quite penetrating your pussy as I lick from your waiting opening to your clit."

I couldn't stay where I was, I HAD to watch the first time another woman ate Hope out. My cock throbbed as I watched Teresa's tongue dance over Hope's lips causing Hope to moan and try to squirm, pulling against her bonds. When Teresa's tongue made contact with Hope's clit the first time Hope made a noise I've never heard from her. Something between a gasp, a moan, and a scream. Yeah, I know, how does one do all three at once? No idea, that's the best way I can think to describe it. Her legs tightened up, straining even harder against the bonds in vain. I don't think she was trying to close them to make the tongue stop. She probably would have squeezed Terea's head between her thighs, grabbed her head and ground her pussy against her face until she came. Too bad for her she was tied up.

I let this continue for what felt like forever, watching Teresa alternate from licking Hope's pussy lips, running her tongue between them, flicking her clit and teasing her hole, to finally plunging her tongue into Hope's hungry hole. I've never felt like I was going to cum without even touching my cock before; today I wasn't so sure that wouldn't happen. Watching the scene unfold was the hottest thing I've even seen. It was probably only a couple minutes before Hope started showing signs of an impending orgasm.

"You can't come yet," I continued the story in Hope's ears, "First you owe me for hesitating when I told you to go get lunch and tip the driver." This part of the story was ad-libbed. When I told it to her and caused us to cum, very hard, together for the first time she was punished for something different. I don't even remember what it was. In the past few months, when I was planning tonight, and conditioning Hope to the story, the reasons for punishment varied. "She called back, you know. The driver, and asked why I didn't tip her. I apologized to her, said it was an oversight, and to come back at the end of her shift and we would take care of it." I moved the mic away from my mouth so it wouldn't pick up what I said next, leaving Hope hearing nothing but her ragged breathing, and told Teresa that I couldn't wait any longer, asking if she was ready. She looked at me, grinned, and said she was as excited for this moment as I clearly was. She made a point to look at my cock. "You're leaking precum like a faucet, are you going to be able to hold out?" I just shook my head yes. Neither of us was convinced I would be able to, but neither said that out loud.

"She's here now. How do you think we should tip her?" I asked Hope. In a cross between a strong whisper and low, whining voice Hope replied, "Daddy, I will eat her pussy and make her cum. That should be a good tip."

"You really want to do that, to eat another woman's pussy?"

"Yes, Daddy," now in a weaker whisper. I know we both have had the fantasy, and Hope wanted to try having sex with another woman. We'd just never worked the courage up and taken steps to make it happen. I continued setting the scene in her mind for her.

"She's here now, my good girl. But, she has a guy with her. Maybe she didn't feel comfortable coming here alone after work. That's silly if you ask me, since she was here alone earlier. I don't think it'll be fair if you tip her and don't give him anything. I mean, I'm sure it was an inconvenience for him to come with her. What should we do about that?"

Hope didn't hesitate, picking up the story, "Daddy, if you let him fuck me that would tip him as well."

"But neither of us have any condoms, I already asked him. How's that going to work?"

Part of the story was 'making' Hope tell me what she wanted, at least in fantasy.

"He won't be able to cum in my mouth if I'm eating her out," referring to the delivery driver, "he'll have to cum in my pussy." Her voice and breathing ragged, Hope was so turned on right now. It was time to strike, while the pussy was hot and our irons hard.

I had planned with Rowan and Teresa that we'd have to do both parts of the big reveal at once. Have Teresa in position to lower her pussy on Hope's mouth while Rowan simultaneously buried his cock in her pussy. Teresa moved to the kneeling position on the kneeling spot at her head. I knew Hope would feel her getting in position, so I covered that with the story. I wasn't sure if she'd feel Rowan moving between her legs, the fuck bench keeps them spread pretty wide.

"Well, he's not hard yet, so you'll have to suck him that way." My thought was that she'd feel Teresa getting into position but think it was me. In all of our planning, I didn't think about how much Hope would be able to smell Teresa's pussy. I saw what I thought was a reaction and decided I needed to move the story along quickly or spoil the big reveal.

I signaled Teresa and Rowan to lower her pussy and bury his cock in her waiting pussy. Just as Teresa's pussy made contact with Hope's lips I told her.

"Tonight, good girl, I am making our fantasy come true." I was torn what I wanted to see more, Teresa's pussy on Hope's face, or Rowan's cock buried in her pussy. Her face won out, which worked out OK since it left me in position to remove the headphones. They had become dislodged when Teresa lowered herself, I needed to get them out of the way.

Hope stiffened and strained against her bonds. She couldn't help but moan when Rowan's cock penetrated her hot, wet, needy hole. She tried to turn her head when Teresa's pussy made contact, but Teresa's thighs prevented that.

Teresa spoke to Hope for the first time, "Now, that's no way to tip me is it? I want your tongue in my pussy. Fuck me with it, suck my clit until I cum all over your face."

I followed up, "Now, good girl, give them both the tip they deserve. You may as well enjoy it, it's going to happen either way, you can't stop it." That was only true in our fantasy world. Hope always had her safe word if she chose to use it. I wasn't sure if she would or not once I talked to her by her head and she realized it was not my fucking her. She didn't.

When Hope stuck her tongue out and made contact with Teresa's pussy I almost came. I wanted to stroke my cock, but I knew if I did it would be all over for me. I had one more thing I wanted to do during the scene, so I resisted touching myself. Teresa moved her hips around, alternating between fucking herself on Hope's tongue and rubbing her clit on it. I also didn't want to miss out on seeing another man's cock fucking Hope.

Tearing myself away from her head, I moved around to her side. My view was Rowan's cock sawing in and out of her pussy. It was glistening with her juices. It was time for Hope's first reward. I reached down and put my finger on her clit, gently rubbing in small circles. That was all it took, Hope screamed out as her body tensed up and she had the biggest orgasm I've ever seen her have. Rowan didn't slow down, he continued to fuck her through it. Hope's orgasm triggered Teresa. When Hope stopped screaming Teresa started grinding hard on her face. "Stick that tongue out so I can fuck myself with it. I need to cum!" she growled at her.

It wasn't long before Rowan reached his limit. "I'm gonna cum," he announced loudly. I watched as his pace briefly quickened, then he buried his cock as far into Hope's pussy as he could. It was so far in I couldn't see if it was pulsing or twitching, but I knew he was filling her pussy with his cum. That triggered another mini orgasm from Hope. To her credit though, she didn't stop with her tongue. I watched as Rowan withdrew his softening cock and a small trail of cum leaked out of Hope's pussy. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen.

Teresa wasn't far behind, tensing and shaking as her orgasm overtook her. She moaned and gasped, grabbing Hope's hair, pulling her face into her pussy. When her orgasm subsided, Teresa lifted her pussy from Hope's face. I could see the wetness all over her lips, chin and nose. OK, maybe this was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I couldn't take it anymore, I HAD to get some relief. I was improvising and hadn't discussed this part with Rowan and Teresa. I motioned for Teresa to lower her pussy back down and cover Hope's ears with her thighs. I whispered my plan to them, they both agreed.

Teresa opened her thighs so Hope could hear us again. "Daddy hasn't cum yet," I said to Hope as I moved to the top of her head, "be a good girl and lick Teresa's pussy some more. Your tongue in her pussy will make me cum."

Hope stuck her tongue out, into Teresa's pussy lips. As Hope was licking Teresa I stroked myself, my balls rubbing over the blindfold on Hope's eyes. It didn't take long. Under normal circumstances I'd be embarrassed how quickly I came, but not today. As I reached the point of no return I thrust my hips forward, cum erupting from the head of my cock. I was aiming at Teresa's pussy and managed to land most of it just above, or directly on her lips. Gravity did its magic, the cum ran down Teresa's lips into Hope's eager mouth. Hope continued licking Teresa's pussy, again alternating between licking and sucking her clit to thrusting her tongue as deep into Teresa as she could. This was enough to bring Teresa off one more time. As she returned from her orgasm, Teresa instructed Hope to lick gently to be sure to get all of Daddy's cum.

After Hope finished her task of cleaning my cum from Teresa's pussy, Teresa dismounted her face. "You were a very good girl for Daddy. But you have one more task." I motioned for Rowan to move to Hope's head and position his cock at her mouth. "We don't let guests go home dirty do we? Be a good girl and clean yours and his cum off his cock." Hope opened her mouth and Rowan stuck his soft cock into her mouth. Hope licked and suckled the cock until it was clean.

"Now, stay right there while I see our guests out, Daddy will be back in a few minutes. While I gone, I want you to think about what you just did."

We exited the playroom, Rowan and Teresa grabbing their clothes from where they left them by the door. Once in the hallway, both casually got dressed like it was completely normal to have just had sex with my wife and are now naked with me. We chatted briefly about the events and made plans to follow up and further debrief in a couple days, after I'd had a chance to talk with Hope. As they were headed out they said what a good time they'd had, that they hoped (no pun intended) we could work out another play date. "Me too, me too," I thought. Rowan reminded me of our agreement and I thought, "I really hope she'll want to play again.". I hadn't, and wouldn't tell her about my agreement for fear of influencing her future decision to play with them again or not. We'd cross that bridge if we got to it.

As I got back to the door of the playroom I stopped and admired Hope. Tied to the bench, legs splayed out, pussy soaking with her excitement and cum, and Rowan's cum. Her tits rising and falling with each breath. I could just make out the wetness still on her face and lips from Teresa's pussy and my cum. What a site! I quickly grew hard again.

As quietly as possible I walked into the room. I figured Hope heard me since she didn't have the headphones on anymore, but still, I wanted to surprise her. I stepped between her legs and buried my cock into her wet hole in one motion. Hope flinched and gasped. "Now it's Daddy's turn with your pussy." I had one goal, to add my cum to Rowan's, a reclaiming if you will. As such, this was not slow and easy, soft love making. I hammered my cock in and out of her, withdrawing almost completely before slamming my hips into her groin with each stroke. I lasted longer than I thought I would, enough to start to get out of breath. Maybe it's because I'd cum not long ago. The ending was inevitable, though. I felt my orgasm build. I started to rub Hope's clit with my thumb, trying to bring us off together, b just like the night that started this journey. As I exploded into Hope's pussy I kept thrusting for all I was worth, knowing I was fighting a battle of time before my cock softened enough to not be able to fuck her. I increased my pace on her clit which was enough to take her over the edge.

I felt Hope's pussy clench, watched her body tense up and her hold her breath as the waves of sweet bliss crashed over her. It felt like forever, it was probably only half to a minute before Hope's body relaxed and she lay panting on the bench. Slowly withdrawing from her, I watched my cum follow the same path Rowan's did, dripping from her pussy, over her asshole and to the floor. I knew I'd have some cleanup to do when we were done, but no matter how much, it was well worth it.

I moved to Hope's head, my cock to her lips. She knew what to do as she opened her mouth and gently cleaned it. When she was done I warned her, then gently removed the blindfold. I worked my way around to each binding, tracing my fingers lightly on her skin as I went, removing them one by one until she was free. Helping Hope stand, I walked her slowly to the bedroom, and onto our bed. Hope loves to burrow under blankets after sex. I climbed in bed beside her and covered her up. She snuggled into me, head on my chest.

"I'm proud of you, my good girl. You did very well today." Hope sighed deeply.

"Thank you, Daddy. All I want to do is make you happy." After a couple minutes of silence she continued. "Thank you for making our fantasy come true. I've been hoping, as many times as we've talked about it, that you would. I just didn't know how it would work, I knew I would not be able to bring myself to do it, that you would have to 'force' me to," using her fingers to make air quotes around 'force.'

"You're OK with everything? You didn't safeword. Did you want to at any point?"

"I almost did when he started fucking me. But I didn't want to stop eating her pussy, OMG that was as good as I fantasized about. And I figured if you were OK with him fucking me then I could just go with it.". After a pause, "Did you fuck her?"

I wondered if this would come up. In all our fantasies, at least the ones we told each other about, I've never fucked another woman. The reality is, I didn't want to. Thinking about it, though I am primarily the dominant in our relationship, I'm also a bit of a cuckold. I don't want other women, but I want Hope to have other men and women. "No, I didn't. I've told you, I have no interest in fucking other women."

"But you want me to fuck other men and eat women's pussies," she replied. This is not a new conversation, we've had it before, and likely will have it again.

"Yes, I do. I want to see you fully satisfied just the way you satisfy me.". Maybe the right term is stag, not cuckold.

"I still don't understand it. But after today, I'm sure we'll get to explore more of why that is, and prove out some theories I have," she said to me, looking into my eyes and smiling."

I don't know what she is thinking right now, but I have no doubt finding out will be fun. "So, you'd do this again?" Our standard question when we try something new.

"Yes, Daddy, you know I just want to be a good girl and make you happy."

"You do, baby, you do." Neither of us meant just sexually. Maybe someday, after we play with them again I'll tell her about the deal.

Then a little more hesitantly, "Do we know them?"

I was intentionally vague with my answer. I wanted to be able to use the fact she doesn't know who they are later, maybe tease when we're in a restaurant that I thought I saw them there. The reality is it would be very unlikely if our paths crossed naturally. "I'd say you know each other pretty well." Surprisingly, she seemed to accept the answer, content as she fell asleep in my arms.