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Dear Cuck.As always, it was very kind of you to lend me your wife for the night, and equally unwise.Still, by now you know more or less how my mind works, so you really only have yourself to blame. Or rather, since you know how my mind works, I can only assume that you approve. I’m taking the opportunity to write this while your wife is upstairs sleeping. That way you will know all about what she’s been up to before she gets home.Oh dear, I feel a hard-on coming on as I write. I fear I shall need some relief before I deliver your wife into your safe hands again.Oh well, that’s by the by for the moment.I imagine you thought your wife and I would enjoy an evening at home. Your wife certainly seemed surprised when I informed her that we would be going out. But she didn’t complain. Of course, that may just be because she’d already agreed to do as I wish, instruct, desire, command, whatever you want to call it – as she always does. To be perfectly frank, I don’t really care what you or she expected. You both know me well enough by now to know that I demand complete compliance with my wishes. Your wife is all I could wish for in that respect. I wish I could say that you have trained her well, but you know as well as I do that you are much too lax with her, and that it is I who have trained her. The first time you lent me your wife she was much too insubordinate for my liking. Still, I enjoy a challenge, and now your wife is a model of obedience – at least when she’s with me.I was pleased to see how much care she’d taken with her attire and make-up. Of course I knew roughly how she would look, having requested it (we’ll call it requesting, but we all know…). Oh those beautiful legs in white nylon. That was one of the things that first attracted me to your wife, those lovely legs stretching to heaven. Well, to her supremely gropeable arse at least. High heels coloured the deepest shade of sin. The white dress clung to her very neatly indeed. One false move and she would have showed off her stocking tops, but she didn’t put a foot wrong. Enough cleavage to titillate without appearing slutty. A model of modesty, your wife.And then those ruby red lips, which always send my dirty mind into a fever. I’m no expert on make-up, but whatever your wife had done to her skin and her eyes was scintillating. Your wife always has a nice, shy demeanour about her, but now she had an edge of dark sinfulness radiating from her eyes. Dark sinfulness dressed in virginal white. Perfect.I had to check, Cuck. You know I had to check. Yes, hold-ups, as required; no panties. I was pleased with that. I have nothing against panties, as long as they’re crotchless. You know how I feel about these things. Panties only get in the way. I refuse to let any fuck toy of mine restrict access to her pleasure holes. I told your wife this when I complemented her. I’m pleased to be able to report that she seemed rather amused by this, even though she also went rather red. I found that extremely attractive.I’m sure your wife expected me to get to work on her straight away. That’s the feeling I got at any rate. Not that I care what she expects, or even wants. She’s my fuck toy, so she’s mine to use any way I please. I only mention this because I want you to know that she seemed a little disappointed when I did no more than make sure that she was correctly attired under her dress. Indeed, she seemed slightly surprised when I told her I’d be taking her out to dinner.Do you really want me to bore you with all the trivial details surrounding dinner? No, I didn’t think so. It was a very nice dinner, though your wife ate very little, no doubt nervous about what lay ahead of her. Not that she knew anything about it, but from her previous experiences she had fair warning that I’m a dirty fucker, so I suppose her nerves were understandable. Me, I was expectant. Besides, I positively revelled in seeing the number of glances your wife attracted from other men (and some women). Dear me, how that wife of yours turns heads when she’s dressed up. Not that she looked slutty in any way; stylish and sexy, but nothing like the fuck toy she in fact is. Perhaps it was the slightly coy, slightly expectant disposition that did it. Perhaps she just exuded something, Karşıyaka escort transmitting the sure knowledge that this evening she was to be used, toyed with, fucked. I can’t say what, only that I enjoyed it.We left the restaurant and moved on to a club. Not your common or garden night club; a much different kind of establishment, of which I happen to be a member. You don’t get in unless you’re a member, or the guest of a member. We had a drink. We’d only had a glass of wine each over dinner, so the alcohol really only added up to a pleasant buzz.Here people looked at your wife too, much less surreptitiously. Eyes raked her over, sized her up. I could tell that she noticed, though she tried hard not to meet anybody’s eye. So modest your wife, for one who has so gotten into the swing of being a little fuck toy. So modest for one dressed in virginal white but with dark sinfulness radiating from her eyes.I need to explain to you about this club. The upstairs, where we had our drink, was nothing out of the ordinary; a bar, tables, seating, people laughing and conversing. But all of this is on the ground floor. If you go downstairs, you find yourself in a completely different environment. Hardly an environment really, but a number of rooms; some custom-made for very definite purposes, others more like hotel rooms for casual assignations.There’s also a main room, a larger room than the others. This is where theme nights are held. This is the only room that can be accessed directly from the ground floor as well. Once your wife and I had finished our drinks, I took her there. People were still looking her over. Further in people were dressed (or undressed) a little differently; some in ordinary clothes, but others in just their underwear, or in fetish garb – this is an area where anything goes. Men actively turned as we passed to get a good view of her gropeable arse or her gropeable tits. I wanted to grope her arse, but refrained, as I had done all evening.We came to a black door. “What’s this?” your wife asked. She was staring at the sign next to the door. THE THEME ROOM VIEWING GALLERY. TONIGHT THIS IS THE GANGBANG ROOM.“After you,” I said, opening the door.The main room has a viewing gallery accessed from the ground floor, consisting of overhanging walkways running the full length of all four walls. There are also stairs at the back of the room, leading down to the main room proper; the theme room – tonight the gangbang room. As we entered there were unmistakable sounds echoing round the walls. Your wife had stopped dead, and this time I did place the palm of my hand on her arse, ushering her to the right, past the people already gathered to watch.Shortly I found a gap between two men, who were leaning over the balustrade, watching the action below. Still with my hand on your wife’s arse, I ushered her in between the men. Their heads turned slightly; they were checking her out.Below us the action was in full swing. I recognized the completely naked, skinny redhead who was the centre of attraction. She was a regular in the gangbang room. I couldn’t see how your wife was reacting to what she saw, but I could slide my hand down to touch the insides of her thighs where I stood behind her. I stroked the white nylon, enjoying the way she tensed slightly. Do I need to tell you that my cock was throbbing? Throbbing the way it is now. Yes, I will definitely require your wife to service me before I return her to your safe hands.Anyway, I needed to restrain myself, which I pride myself on being very good at, just contenting myself with touching your wife, stroking the insides of her thighs, alternating between the nylon and the naked skin as we watched the action going on below. The skinny redhead was on all fours on a raised platform of padded, vinyl, screaming out loud as she was fucked hard. Her head was pulled round and her cries muffled by another cock being stuffed in her mouth.The two men on either side of your wife seemed divided. Both turned their heads to check your wife out some more. One of them looked back over his shoulder at me. I gave him a nod, pulling my hand away from my fuck toy to indicate her fine arse.He reached out to squeeze your bornova escort bayan wife’s buttock. Soon the man on the other side did the same. Your wife was standing there, watching an insane gangbang down below, while her arse was groped by two strangers. Not being able to see the expression on her face, I couldn’t tell what her reaction was. Not that I cared. She’s my fuck toy, and for the moment I was happy for my toy to be enjoyed by others. You know a thing or two about that, don’t you Cuck? In that respect perhaps we’re alike. Perhaps it’s the only way we’re alike.The skinny redhead was on her back now, legs drawn up and she was screaming, “Oh yeah! That’s it! Oh yeah!” A consequence of the man fucking her pussy hard. On either side of she had men groping her tits. Oh yes, she was wild this one.In front of me, the strangers’ hands were squeezing your wife’s arse through her dress with greater intensity. I liked that. My cock was throbbing like mad. I wouldn’t have minded getting it out and placing it between your wife’s thighs and making her close her legs on it. But like I said, restraint is everything.What I mean, Cuck, is that when a man is as generous as yourself, lending a man your wife to be his fuck toy for an entire night, there’s a virtue to pacing yourself. With a woman as sexy as your wife, it’s not hard to get it up any number of times in a night, but there’s no point in going at things like a bull at a gate. You need to let things take their time.Below us the skinny redhead was having her tits slapped by big cocks as she moaned and moaned. It was obvious from the noises the guy fucking her was making that he was about to cum. “Yeah! Cum in me!” the redhead cried. “Oh fuck yeah!” It was obvious to everyone that she was cumming as he shot his load deep inside her.The redhead was pulled round. Having seen her before, I knew that she was like a non-stop fucking machine. She was given a cock in her mouth, then another cock entered her newly spunked, orgasm-tight pussy. Other men spanked her arse and groped her tits. It was fucking amazing. A huge load of spunk was delivered on her mouth, great globules landing on her skin. She was fed a new cock almost instantly.These theme nights. They’re very well organized. The gangbang room, for instance, is advertised in advance, and you can book it for a set period of time on a first come first served basis. Bookings are posted by the main entrance to the room, so that everyone can see what entertainment is on offer, should they wish to join in. There’s also a regular newsletter, just in case some special activity tickles your fancy. I knew from experience that the skinny redhead’s description of herself never varied. Outside the main entrance (and in the newsletter), it always read, “Fuck Doll – wants to be used by as many men as possible.” I’d sometimes wondered what her personal record was. One day I must approach her and ask.Fuck Doll was an appropriate name for her. She was pulled across the room, this way and that, revelling in being no more than an object for these men to use. A talking, moaning doll to be sure, but a mere plaything nonetheless.But I digress. It’s your wife you’re interested in, isn’t it, Cuck?Having watched those two strangers grope her arse through the dress for a while, I decided it was time to make things more interesting. I took hold of the garment and began pulling it up. Your wife didn’t move a muscle, good obedient fuck toy that she is. The two men glanced back at me, then removed their hands long enough for me to pull the dress up, exposing your wife’s naked buttocks.Hands were replaced, the two strangers fondling your wife’s naked arse. To my delight, the man on the right didn’t content himself with that, but began sliding his hand diagonally across. Yes, that’s right, Cuck. In next to no time this complete stranger had his hand between your wife’s thighs. In next to no time this complete stranger was touching your wife’s naked pussy as she watched the depraved gangbang action below us.I’m happy to be able to report that your wife liked it. I know, because she told me so later. From where I was standing it was difficult to see exactly what was going on, but Escort üçyol your wife told me later that the stranger had managed to slide his finger a little way inside her. What a delightful fuck toy your wife is! I love it that she likes being groped by strangers like this. As you know, before it had only been her and me, but she took to being mauled by strangers like a duck to water.Do you like that, Cuck? Do you like it that your wife loves being groped by strangers? I only ask to be polite, it’s not like I care. All I care about is that your wife behaves herself, that she’s an obedient fuck toy; my obedient fuck toy. And if I want her to be groped by strangers, well then I expect her to allow it. That she likes it is beside the point, though it’s a definite bonus.It’s something to remember for the future. Maybe I’ll invite you along next time, Cuck. Maybe we’ll go somewhere special where you can stand to one side and watch strangers feel your wife up. Does that make you hard, Cuck? Maybe the thought even makes you cream your underpants. I don’t care. All I care about is that your wife is and remains my obedient fuck toy.Anyway, I digress. Down below, in the gangbang room proper, the skinny redhead was still being fucked like the demented slut she probably is. Laying there, holding hard cocks in each hand, she was screaming, “Yeah! Fucking cum in me! Fill me right up!”Up in the viewing gallery, the men changed over, as if by some secret command. The man on the left got to feel your wife’s pussy, while the other one went back to fondling her arse. I can see why you find it exciting, lending your wife to me, Cuck. It was exciting watching her being groped by those two. Hell, if I were married I might lend my wife out left right and centre.Anyway, the man on the left looked back over his shoulder. I gestured to him, and he moved his hand away from your wife’s pussy; the two men once again fondling her naked buttocks. Now I could get in on the action, placing my hand on the white, virginal nylon before sliding it up the inside of your wife’s thigh. All the way up, until I too could slide a finger inside your wife’s pussy.I’m pleased to be able to report that there were clear signs that your wife had enjoyed everything that had happened so far. I mean, she told me later, but I’d already gathered that. Not to put too fine a point on it, Cuck, but your wife’s a slut. I mean what other word is there for someone who produced so much liquid pleasure from being groped by strangers while watching a real live gangbang? Oh yes, you’re darling wife’s pussy was eager and ready. Your darling wife was eager and ready for anything. She didn’t have to say anything, and of course she never says much. But her cunt spoke volumes, Cuck. Volumes.I slid two fingers slowly inside your wife as the other two men mauled her fine arse. I couldn’t see her face, but I didn’t have to. Those honey-coated walls spoke volumes about how eager, ready and willing she was. For anything. You should have felt it, Cuck, really you should have.The man on the left slid his hand over your wife’s buttock. His fingers found her butt crack. I was delighted. I could see his finger move where I knew your wife’s delightful anal opening was. He didn’t probe her, but I knew he wanted to. He had obviously worked out the relationship between us, because he looked back over his shoulder at me. “Does she do anal?” he asked.“I don’t think she’d object to having a finger up her arse,” I replied.So there she stood, Cuck, your wife, with two of my fingers in her cunt, a stranger’s finger up her arse and another stranger groping her buttocks, while she watched a depraved gangbang down below.Can you see it in your mind’s eye, Cuck? Does it excite you? I’m rock hard from the memory of my little fuck toy standing there like that. I’m rock hard from remembering how my little fuck toy just got wetter and wetter, my fingers getting creamier and creamier.“Oh yeah! Fucking open me up and fuck me!” the skinny redhead was screaming.“Unbelievable,” the man on your wife’s left said.I diverted my gaze from your wife to the action for a moment, just in time to see the skinny redhead with her arse in the air, her buttocks held apart as a thick cock plunged into her back passage and shafted her violently. Anyone who didn’t know would think she was being tortured the way she was screaming, but we regulars know what kind of slut she is.Talking of sluts, Cuck; there was your wife with a finger up her arse, two fingers in her pussy and a hand fondling her buttocks.

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