Female Led Relationships

About midnight I got a shock. A key rattled in the hotel room door. I hadn’t
expected Moira back so soon! My panti-girdle and belt were still firmly in
place, so that was OK. I hoped Moira was OK. She was. And so was Lars.
She had invited him back to our room - I couldn’t believe it. Shamed by my
bonds I tried to hide my hands, but Moira already had the light on and was
introducing me! “This is my husband,” she explained. “You said you wanted to
meet him Lars… well here he is, trussed up and ready like you said!” I
felt a wave of cold shock come over me, and collapsed to my knees, my bound
arms sticking out helplessly in front of me. “Stand up darling,” I heard my
wife’s voice floating somewhere. “Don’t worry. Lars won’t hurt you. I made
him promise. And I want to take your trousers off so we can see your girdle.”

With that Moira hauled me to my feet, loosened the belt in my trousers,
pulled down the zip of my fly, and let my trousers fall to the floor. Of
course the panti-girdle was still there, making me look like a pansy. I
couldn’t believe my nice, normal, middle-class Moira was doing this to me.
“Now sit in the chair darling” she continued. “Lars wants to fuck me on our
bridal bed, and he wants you to watch”. I struggled to obey, and saw Moira
fall on the bed with ‘Lars’. Quickly he was at her, one hand manipulating a
gorgeous breast through her blouse and bra, whilst the other held her head
to his as he tongue kissed her. Having got things under way ‘Lars’ then
appeared to want to take things slowly. Before my very eyes my wife’s
clothing was removed, ever so slowly, item by item, until she was naked
before him. First her thin, almost transparent blouse went, then her tight,
short skirt was unzipped from the side and allowed to fall. Moira was
wearing a suspender belt and very expensive, sheer stockings. Her panties
stayed on for a while as this hunk of a latin male rubbed two powerful
fingers over Moira’s crotch. She allowed him to masturbate her. His lips
sucked her tits through the shiny material of her bra, making her nipples
stand out. Moira’s hips ground backwards and forwards on his hand as her
eager mouth sort his.

Next her panty-briefs were removed, and Lars turned sideways on the bed for
a few minutes to give my wife a good tonguing between her legs. I could only
watch in horror as she ground her cunt into his face. Then came the
stockings and suspender belt. The stockings were flung in my direction, and
I manouvered them to my face, smelling Moira’s female scents as her more
virile lover continued to prepare her to receive his liquid. Finally Moira’s
brassiere was removed, leaving my wife stark naked before the still fully
clothed Lars. Now Moira sat up a bit, and unzipped the man’s fly. I
followed her every movement as her hand went inside his trousers and pulled
out that gigantic cock. I could see his balls now, huge and round,
protruding from his clothing. Moira bent her face to his cock and proceeded
to suck him into her mouth, at least as best she could. Her pink lipsticked
lips worked themselves up and down his bulbous knob, as well as as much of
his massive shaft as she could manage.

I wanted to cum desperately, but could do nothing, except watch, fascinated.
In a few more minutes Lars was nude also, and I knew I was about to watch
my wife get well and truly fucked by another man’s cock. Lars’s huge tool
protruded like a flag-pole from his body. I couldn’t help but stare at it’s
length and thickness, calculating it to be at least twice the size of mine.
I began to feel really seriously inadequate. No wonder Moira preferred other
men. Perhaps I couldn’t really blame her for going to real men for sex. How
could I even dream of filling her up properly after she’d been stretched
open by a monster cock like that? I felt that if I were a woman, I’d
probably want a proper man’s cock too!

Moira now grabbed her new man’s penis and guided it to her lips again. Her
beautifully painted, sexy, feminine lips curled around his knob. Then she
was licking it, up and down, up and down, whilst gently manipulating her
lover’s balls in her hand. Next those balls disappeared into Moira’s mouth,
one after the other, as she sucked hard on her male’s scrotal sac. Lars was
in ecstacy, groaning wildly as Moira’s tongue played with his testicles.
After a few minutes of this, during which - to my amazement - Lars’s
cock seemed to lengthen and fill out yet another inch, Moira lay down on the
bed, opened her legs, and guided her man into her body. I watched paralysed
with lust as the gigantic male member nudged open my wife’s cunt, and then
began to disappear from sight inside her. Suddenly Lars seemed to lose
control. He began to rut like a desperate animal, thrusting his weapon again
and again up Moira’s slippery hole. Faster and faster he fucked her. Moira
looked elated. “Yes, yes. Do it to me. Fuck me. Make me cum. Spunk me Lars,
I want you,” she moaned. Within seconds Lars was doing as invited and
ejaculating his spunk into my wife. He really shoved hard at Moira as he
came, holding her shoulders down on the bed as he delivered his load into
her, her tits wobbling and rippling with each male orgasmic thrust. In a way
it was a beautiful sight, but I was an emotional wreck, and I could feel my
own little cock trying and failing to grow beyond about three or four inches
inside the imprisoning panti-girdle.