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The Other Man

-Macbeth

The man stalked the shadowy edges of the dimly lit room like an animal watching its prey.

The couple were in their own world, kissing each other lustfully by the bed as two lovers about to be separated by a great distance. But it wasn’t sadness or grief that filled their eyes, but passion and energy. His hands rubbed across her bare breasts and down over the silky red panties they had picked out for the night.

Her husband was a strong man. Tall and handsome in his white dress shirt, slightly unbuttoned and black pants.

The man continued his slow pace around the room, turning on the various cameras that they had set up to capture every moment of what was about to come. One by one the tiny red lights of the cameras came to life and from the center of the room it seemed as if a pack of wolves were staring you down. Ready to devour you at the slightest sign of weakness or flight.

“That’s enough”, the man spoke softly but firmly.

The man reached into a tattered and worn, brown leather duffel bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Picking up a chair from the corner of the room he placed it in the shadows directly across from the foot of the bed.

“Sit”, he ordered the other man, setting the handcuffs down and pointing at the chair. “And put those on behind your back.”

The woman grabbed her man’s face and pulled him in for one last, deep, passionate kiss.

“Enjoy the show, baby”, she smirked. Her hand stealth-fully moved down between his legs and gripped his cock through the front of his dress pants.

“Now go do what you were told.” She giggled and turned him around toward the chair, giving his ass a playful smack as he went.

Her husband walked over to his chair, sat down and locked the cool metal cuffs around his wrists behind him.

His wife stared at the other man in the room. A mixture of nervousness, playfulness and lust in her eyes.

When they started their journey into kink this had all just been about exhibitionism. The two of them got off on letting others watch. Wether that was a willing participant or the random stranger who caught a glimpse of them as her husband loafers her skirt in a shady corner of the park and slipped his fingers in between her pussy lips.

But as things progressed and their wants and desires grew, thy both craved more bold things. Her husband’s playful smacks on her ass turned to a cane streaking bright marks across her skin. The rope they had bought from the hardware store down the road was replaced by strong, leather bindings holding her tightly in place, unable to move but to squirm as his cock slipped inside of her at his pleasure.

And the thought of others watching her became a burning desire for her husband to watch her. To feel another man touching her naked body and probing into her most intimate places. The build up of energy as she forgot everything around her but the feeling of this other man’s cock inside of her.

It wasn’t about cheating. It wasn’t even about wanting another man. It was about her husbands eyes. Watching. Yearning. His cock twitching and growing with each thrust of the other man inside of her. She wanted his full, undivided, undying attention as she showed off for him.

And she was finally going to have it.

The man stared back at her in silence. Holding her gaze as he stepped slowly toward her. His movements were not that of a man overcome by want or need. He stepped toward her as a lion would stalk up to its wounded prey, knowing that it can not escape.

He raised his hand to her cheek and then to the back of her neck, gripping gently and bringing her in for a deep kiss. She gave a happy moan as his mouth enveloped her soft lips and their tongues intertwined. Her mind was still so much on her husband, but the man was making it easy for her to forget. She allowed herself to be in the moment and enjoy the feelings.

“I’ve been waiting for that for some time. Now, turn around and bend over the bed, ass in the air”, he commanded gently.

His voice was calm, deep and soothing. There was no forcefulness or degradation in his tone. He simply spoke and expected that she did as she was told.

The woman turned around facing the bed and bent over seductively. Placing her hands on the bed, she pushed her ass out slightly, giving him full view of what he was about to have.

And then everything went dark as the blindfold was placed over her eyes. She could feel her skin tingle with anticipation as the silky cloth tightened. And then, the feeling of his fingers slowly tracing down her back. His palms against her hips and then down to her ass.

The man’s finger tips slipped gently underneath her soft, rose-red panties. She could feel him inching closer between her thighs. A warmth came over her body as he entered her. Electricity shot out from between her legs and moved outward.

“I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the images your husband has been sending me of you”, he almost whispered.

She smiled and twisted ever so slightly with his fingers. “ Mmmm.... yes, Sir. I think that he’s been even more eager than I have.”

His index finger began circling her clit slowly.

“I’m sure that he is. But you...” he said with a smirk. “You have been a naughty, teasing little thing.”

He rubbed her clit just a bit harder as he spoke, eliciting a quiet exhale of air.

“I have, Sir.”

Removing his hand from between her thighs, the man gripped her hair firmly and brought her face up to meet his.

“I think that you’ve been enjoying that a bit too much. Your husband agrees with me that you need to learn a lesson in self-control.”

She smiled wide, knowing where this was leading.

“Mmmm.... Yes, Sir, I do.”

“Good girl.”

He released his grip on her hair and placed his hand on her ass cheek, rubbing and squeezing it tightly. She purred in anticipation.

The first smack came without warning. His hand smacked against her skin causing her to jump from the surprise impact. But she smiled and moaned under her breath non-the-less.

Again his hand came down on her other ass cheek. Then again. And again. With each smack his hand came down that much harder.

She was used to this. Her husband would spank her regularly in their play. In fact, he often used more… torturous… implements such as paddles and canes.

When they had started their journey, she never thought of herself as a masochist, but the more they played the more she craved the feeling. Being told to bend over and expose her ass for him. Taking the playful smacks and enduring the harder ones. It became a test she desperately wanted to pass each time. And she prided herself in the strength she showed each time he tested her and she did not break.

The man continued. Even such relatively gentle swats became unbearable if delivered without pause. The warmth grew across her bottom until it turned into a burning. She could think of nothing but the feeling of the next impact and hope that it would be the last.

His hand came down one last time across her cheek hard causing her to jump forward. The burning sensation peaked and then slowly started to dissipate.

“Stand up and turn around,” he commanded.

She did as she was told. Standing up straight and turning around toward him, she rubbed her ass cheeks gently.

He placed his fingers under her chin and raised her face up toward his own. The blindfold over her eyes still prevented her from seeing him, but she could feel his body inches from her own. His controlled, lustful energy radiated off of him and over her.

“Are you going to be a little tease again,” he said firmly?

The woman grinned widely.

“Yes.”

The man almost let out a laugh. He expected nothing less of this strong, confident, sassy woman. He grabbed her by the arms and turned her around so her back was to her man.

She could hear him undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. Everything about her suddenly became hyper focused as she pictured him taking his cock out for her. That beautiful cock that she had now seen so many times on her phone. The cock she had imagined was inside of her as she sat alone in her room playing with herself.

“I want to feel your lips around my cock.”

Her mouth began to salivate as she dropped down to her knees and wrapped her hands around his heavy dick, stroking him firmly and looking up toward him, slipping him into her mouth. She twisted her hands up and down, her soft lips tight along his shaft as her tongue worked the tip inside her warm mouth.

He moaned under his breath as she went to work on his now rock hard cock.

The woman began bobbing her head faster. Saliva glistened across his shaft, making her fingers slippery and smooth. This was when the power shifted. If only for a few moments. She had him. With every twist of her hand and lick of her tongue his mind became cloudy and his body relaxed.

She pressed herself down deep onto his cock, feeling him on the back of her throat. He groaned once again. His hand resting on the back of her head gently pressed her toward him practically begin for more.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned!

Again, she took him in deep, this time as far as she could handle. Her throat full, fighting back gagging for just a few more seconds as she felt his cock twitching. The man pressed her head instinctively against him, causing her to take him in just the slightest bit more.

She held herself there as long as she could. Only a few more seconds. Then with a gasp she pulled her head back, smiling and giggling playfully.

He ran his hand across her cheek and let out one last pleased exhale.

“Good girl.”

Gripping onto his cock again the woman pressed herself toward him again, wanting more, but he stopped her, pushing her back.

“That’s quite enough,” he grinned. “I think that your husband needs some attention. He seems to be enjoying his show.”

Across the room her husband sat in the chair. His hands still handcuffed securely behind his back. But there was a very noticeable bulge that had formed under his pants between his legs.

The man lifted her to her feet, the blindfold still covering her eyes and guided her across the room to where her husband sat. Then, pressing her gently back down to her knees, he placed her hands on the man’s belt. She grinned widely when she felt her lovers rock hard cock pressing through his pants.

“Why don’t you help him out.”

She didn’t have to be told twice. Immediately she undid her husband’s belt, unzipped his pants and took his cock out. The man’s head tilted back and he gasped as he felt his wife’s mouth wrapping around him.

The other man stepped back and watched as the woman sucked and bobbed her head between her husband’s legs. Turning around and giving the two their brief moment, he went back into this brown leather duffel bag and produced a vibrator and a wooden cane.

He was generous at times, letting her please her man during his time with her. But it always came with a twist. Nothing was every free when he played.

The man turned back toward the couple.

“Keep sucking his cock,” he commanded. “But I want your ass in the air.”

The woman did as she was told and raised to her feet, straightening her legs out and presenting her ass for the man.

And then she heard it. The vibrator buzzing to life and then being pressed against her clit through her panties. The wonderful feeling began softly but quickly grew stronger as the man pressed it firmly against her now sensitive and stimulated pussy.

She groaned, but only paused for a second from the task with her mouth.

Again he pressed harder against her with the vibrator. And again she groaned in pleasure.

“Do you want to cum,” the man questioned, rubbing the vibrator around her clit in circles?

It took her a moment to catch her breath to reply.

“Please, Sir,” she moaned.

“Please, what?”

“Please, I want to cum?”

The man smiled. He loved this part.

“Not yet.”

The vibrator did its job and hummed melodiously as the electric feeling between her legs began to spread across her body. Her mouth stopped sucking as she slowly began to lose focus.

Reaching down, the man took her by the hair again and pulled her head up to meet her husbands. The blindfold kept her from seeing him, but she could feel his energy so close to her. His warm breath against her cheeks as he tried unsuccessfully pressing himself closer to her body. The handcuffs preventing him.

Grabbing hold of his own, stiff cock the man pressed the tip between the woman’s soaking pussy lips. Then thrusting forward allowing the full length to slip in.

She let out a quick rush of air and her mouth opened wide as he pressed deep inside her.

Her husband stared at his wife’s face, just inches from his own as her mouth gapped open in pleasure, desperately fighting the feeling to release. His cock standing straight at attention around his wife’s hand.

“Does he feel good, baby,” the husband whispered to her?

She couldn’t reply. At least not right away, as the man slipped out then back in again and again. He was slow, deliberate and sensual with his motions. There was no aggression in it. This was just meant to illicit that face she was giving so her husband could see.

He paused momentarily and let her collect her words.

“Yes,” she managed to whisper back as the man once again pushed deep inside of her.

She rested her head on her husbands as she gently rocked back and forth for a few more seconds against the man’s cock.

Then, slipping out of her, the man pressed the vibrator one last time deep between her soaking wet pussy lips, causing the woman’s legs to buckle briefly. She felt herself reaching the edge. All of her muscles began to tighten and shake as the orgasm raised to the surface.

And then it stopped.

The low humming disappeared and the electricity across her tingling body subsided slowly. Her pussy left aching with unquenched agony.

And just as quickly as the feeling of pleasure had subsided, she felt it replaced with the sharp sting of his cane across her ass.

She jolted forward in pain and surprise, letting out a cry.

“You’re husband told me how much you enjoy pleasure and pain mixed,” the man practically laughed. “He said that you have become quite fond of your canings. Is that true?”

The woman was silent. Unsure whether to admit to her new-found fetish and encourage the man to continue or to stay silent and hope that he moved on quickly to something else.

Another swat across her ass. Again she jolted forward and gritted her teeth.

“I didn’t hear your answer,” he said.

“It is, Sir.”

She couldn’t see it, but the man smiled from ear to ear as well as her husband.

The man paused for a moment to let her take in the moment and let little anxious, nervous, anticipation set in. Her ass still burning gently from the first two lashings. He placed the vibrator against her clit once again and looked over at the husband.

“How many do you think she can take?”

The blindfold kept her from seeing her husband’s face, but she could hear the laugh under his breath. This guy knew what he was doing, putting the choice on her lover. Playing them against each other in his subtle way.

“Twenty,” he responded.

Another grin from the other man.

“Very well. We’ll start at three then.” He lowered his face down to hers, speaking softly in her ear. “Make sure to count them out. You wouldn’t want me to lose track and have to start over, would you?”

“No, Sir,” she replied.

“Good girl.”

He removed the vibrator from her soaking wet pussy. Then, sliding her panties down across her beautiful ass cheeks, he let them drop to the floor at her ankles and raised the cane.

SMACK!

The first one came down only moderately hard. She jolted forward and gritted her teeth again nonetheless.

“Three.”

SMACK!!

“Four.”

SMACK!!

“Five.”

With each strike of his cane he increased the intensity ever so slightly, starting off rather gently and then harder and harder. By sixteen the woman had to take an extra few seconds to let her mouth unclench before answering with the number.

The man paused again and placed the vibrator back between her legs.

“Have we learned our lesson about being a tease yet,” he said sternly?

It took her a moment to respond. Her ass still burned like it had just been placed into a fire but the growing feeling of pleasure between her legs kept her mind jumping between wanting to let out cries of pleasure or agony.

“Yes, Sir,” managed.

“Good girl. Four more to go. Are you ready?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes.”

In one motion the man removed the vibrator and brought the cane down hard across her now streaked red bottom.

She jolted forward hard.

“Seventeen,” she cried!”

Again the cane came down hard.

Again she jolted forward and cried out.

“Eighteen!”

SMACK!!!

“Nineteen!”

SMACK!!!!

“TWENTY!”

And the room went quiet. The woman, still bent over, concentrated hard as the pain slowly subsided. She couldn’t explain it, even to herself. Why did she love the pain so much? When they first started out she could barely handle her husbands hand. But now… she could feel the wetness dripping down her thigh.

Her husband’s lips met hers, kissing her gently at first and then more passionately. Her head was foggy from the conflicting sensations she endured. She had almost forgotten that he was there for a moment despite her hands resting on his thighs. Her hand moved back to his erect cock and gently stoked it as she began kissing him back.

The other man watched the two lovers as they had their brief moment. But he was ready for her. The cat was done toying with its prey and now wanted its meal.

“Take the blindfold off. Put it on your husband. He only gets to hear from now on. He can watch the replay later.”

The woman did as she was told. Removing the blindfold that covered her eyes, she placed it over her husbands and tied it tight behind his head. Kissing him one last time deeply, she turned around to face the other man.

He stood at the end of the bed, naked. His muscular body was only made harder by the sharp shadows cast by the dim lights. His big cock hung heavy between his legs, ready for her.

“Come here,” he commanded softly.

She walked slowly across the room toward him. Nervous. Anxious. Excited beyond belief. This was the first time she had ever been with another man except her husband since they started dating many years prior. She could feel the wetness between her legs as she moved.

She was ready. She wanted this. She wanted him.

Not waiting for permission she pressed herself against the man’s hard body and began stroking his cock roughly, moaning under her breath in inpatient desire. She lifted up onto her toes and kissed him deep and passionately.

“Fuck me,” she moaned in his ear, biting down playfully.

He didn’t say a word. He simply grabbed hold of her waist with both hands, spun her around and threw her onto the bed. She giggled as she bounced on the mattress and spread her legs wide for him.

“Your husband can’t see us. You’re going to have to let him know what is happening.”

And with that the man crawled onto the bed and pressed himself down onto her. His cock brushing back and forth across her pussy lips. He kissed her again deeply, letting their tongues intertwine.

“Tell him,” he repeated.

It was so hard for her to concentrate as her mind slipped deeper and deeper into the moment. The feeling of his cock pressing and teasing against her pussy was all she wanted to focus on.

“He’s on top of me. He’s rubbing his big cock against my pussy,” she managed. “I want it inside of me.”

The man smiled and kissed her again as he slipped the tip of his cock inside of her. She was so wet that he slid in easily. The feeling of her tight pussy squeezing against him felt amazing.

The woman let out a small cry of pleasure and gripped him tightly, desperately trying to pull him in more. But the man wouldn’t allow it. He held her there for a long moment. On the very edge. His cock growing harder inside of her.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

And with that he thrust inside of her fully. She let out a deep moan as his cock filled her. He then pulled back and thrust inside of her again. And again. And again.

Her legs wrapped around his hips and she bucked against him with each of his thrusts to push him deeper inside of her. Faster. Harder.

“Oh, God baby! He’s fucking me! God it feels good,” she cried.

The man continued thrusting his hips against her. He could feel her pussy tightening down around his cock. She was close. Her muscles began to tense and she pulled him in tighter.

“I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum, baby,” she yelled just before the intense wave hit her and her orgasm exploded across her entire body!

But the man didn’t stop. He continued thrusting as her orgasm continued and her body quivered beneath him. Reaching over, he grabbed the vibrator once again and pressed it firmly between her thighs.

The woman tried to pull her hips back away from the toy but was met by the man’s thrusts, pushing her back into it. Her moans became deeper. More animalistic. Her body began to quiver and her arms gave out from under her as the orgasms continued washing over her relentlessly without end.

This is where he wanted her. In a fog of pleasure and exhaustion. That place where the endorphins overtake you and force the rest of the world to shrink away, only allowing her to focus on the pleasure she was feeling.

Her muscles tightened around his cock with each thrust as he found himself coming closer to the edge himself. He pushed harder and deeper desperately wanting the release. His cock began to twitch as he thrust one last time before releasing inside of her. The warmth filling her insides as she herself continued to cum against him and the vibrator.

And then they collapsed together onto the bed. His muscular body pressing against her back and legs keeping her warm as they laid there, spent.

She giggled and smiled.

“That was fun,” she said, looking back at him. “Thank you for that.”

The man smiled and rolled over onto his back.

“Mmmm…. Any time, beautiful.”

He raised his head and looker into the darkness where her husband sat, still blindfolded and cuffed. His cock standing straight up at attention.

“I hope that you have just a bit more energy left in you,” said the man. “Because I think your husband needs some attention.”

The woman looked up at her husband and instantly understood what he meant. She slowly raised herself up off of the bed and walked over to her husband, holding his face in her hands and kissing him deeply on the lips. She straddled his legs with hers and lowered herself down onto his cock, taking him in.

They both let out a passionate release of air as she slipped slowly down onto him. Her pussy, still sensitive from her fucking, shot bolts of electricity across her body with every push against him. The two kissed hungrily and pressed themselves against each other as they made love. It was not the raw, animalistic act that she had experienced with the other man, but the passionate connection of two people who didn’t have to waste a motion.

It only took a few more stokes of her body until she felt him begin to quiver inside of her. His cock hard and deep inside of her body. She gripped her husband tighter as she felt herself about to cum again.

“Cum for me baby,” she whispered into his ear, then pressing her face against his strong neck.

The other man watched as the two gave their final thrusts before cumming together.

It was a night that they would never forget. There would be plenty of debauchery to come on their journey together. But you never forget your firsts.