Max couldn't help eyeing Eva Kendall with a certain amount of desire. As he lounged back in his recliner while Kim waited on them, he studied Eva. A funny longing feeling was forming deep in his gut.
The woman was a candidate for hot looks. And, Max knew that under those clothes was a fine body. His gaze moved from the tailored, satin blouse to the trim black slacks that hugged her hips.
"Thinking of old times?" Bob asked, startling Max and making him flush.
"Oh, Bob, you're terrible!" Eva scolded her husband.
"Sorry," Max apologized.
"What's terrible?" Kim asked, coming into the room with a fray of drinks.
"Bob," Eva answered, reaching for a glass. "What'd he do?" Kim asked innocently.
"Read my mind," Max answered.
"More like your pants," Bob chuckled.
"Bob!" Eva exclaimed.
"Hell, honey, I don't mind knowing that you and Max were lovers once," Bob snorted. "I got you in the end. Obviously the better man won."
"Says who!" Kim erupted in defense of her master.
"Mr. Modesty over there," Eva snorted derisively.
Max laughed. "Love the way your wife backs you up, Bob."
"I'm not going to get in the middle of his argument," Eva said hastily. "Whatever I say I'll either wind up with my husband divorcing me, or my host tossing me out."
Max eyed his former lover over the rim of his glass and compared her with his blonde wife. Eva was a beauty. Her creamy pale skin offset her straight jet-black hair. It was as thick and glossy as any shampoo model could ask for, though she modeled only sporadically now. It framed a graceful oval face and slender neck.
Max wondered if she wore a bra these days. Back when he had known her, she hadn't needed to, and he doubted, somehow, that she did now.
"Maybe what we need is another opinion," Bob said.
"How would we get one?" Kim asked, settling on the floor at Max's right.
"Well, Eva could testify as to who's the bettor man," Bob noted. "But she won't, because she's chicklet."
"Smart," Eva countered quickly, brushing her hair back off her shoulder.
"Chicken," Bob repeated. "Now if I were to have a little time with Kim, she could confirm my superiority over her husband."
When the laughter died down, Max smiled. "And just what makes you think I would loan you my wife?"
"Oh you're chicken, too, huh?" Bob joked. "Afraid to put it to the test?"
Eva appeared to be getting uncomfortable with her husband's talk. "Is that a slave anklet you're wearing?" she asked Kim.
"Uh-huh. I'm Max's slave." She looked up at him devotedly.
"Well, so much for Women's Lib," Bob snorted.
"Women's Lib is fine for some women," Kim said firmly. "But it's not for me."
"I'm not too wild about it myself," Eva noted. "I like being coddled and ordered about a bit."
"Take one hell of a lot of taming to make you a slave, though," Bob noted.
"How about refills on the drinks, baby," Max said.
"Yes, Master," Kim answered obediently. Max could see Bob and Eva thought that Kim was just kidding as she got up and took the tray of empty glasses to the kitchen.
"You've never tried to tame me," Eva pointed out.
"So, what am I supposed to do, tie you up and beat you?" Bob asked sarcastically.
"It's not a bad idea," Max said, his insides sizzling.
"You're kidding," Bob challenged.
"No, he isn't," Kim answered, coming back with fresh drinks.
"Let me see that slave anklet of yours," Eva requested as Kim served her.
"Just a minute," Kim answered, finishing handing out the drinks. "Can I show it to her?" she asked Max.
"Sure, baby," he agreed, intrigued by the light appeared in Eva's eyes at the talk of the beating. He recalled she had always the rough side.
"Max welded it on," Kim said. "He made it himself. See the weld, there?"
"How'd he do it without burning you?" Eva asked, fascinated.
"Wrapped her ankle with asbestos," Max answered.
"Lemme see that," Bob said.
"May I, honey?" Kim requested.
Max nodded, and she propped her foot on the arm of Bob's chair. She was wearing tight shorts that revealed a vast amount of her graceful legs. Bob fingered the anklet, studied it meticulously.
Then his hand strayed up Kim's calf, stroked the silken length of her leg as he eased her foot off the arm of the chair and into his lap. Kim shot Max a frightened glance. A gentle frown from him kept her from withdrawing her leg from Bob's touch.
Max felt his gut roar with lust as he watched his wife being fondled.
"Nice job," Bob commented at last, easing Kim's foot off his lap. There was a noticeable bulge in his trousers. Max wasn't sure Eva could see her husband's state of lust from her angle.
"Took you long enough to decide that," Eva noted with a trace of irritation. "Were you commenting on the anklet, or on Kim's shave?"
Bob avoided his wife's glare. "Is she really your slave?" he asked Max.
"She is," Max answered finally.
"You're really serious, aren't you?" Eva observed.
"Very," Max answered, meeting her flashing dark eyes boldly.
"Prove it," Bob challenged.
"Dinner's ready," Kim announced from the kitchen, breaking the growing tension.
"Maybe I will later," Max said, leading the way to the dining room. "Get the wine out, baby. That new burgundy I got the other day."
"Yes, Max," Kim agreed eagerly.
"And make sure you keep the glasses full during supper," he whispered to her as she handed him the bottle.
"Yes, Max," she agreed.
The topic of Kim's slavery wasn't mentioned during the meal, but Max did see Eva studying Kim carefully. Max was sure Eva was noting how Kim was obeying his every order without question. He could feel Eva's interest growing.
When they were relaxing in the living room after supper, nursing gasses of sherry, Eva brought up the subject of slavery again. It was, Max mused, like a moth being attracted to a flame.
"How does this slave thing work?" Eva asked, the faint hint of a quaver in her voice. "I mean, you don't usually call him Master or anything."
"Sometimes I do," Kim answered quickly. "When I want to. I don't have to, unless he orders it."
"You have to do anything he orders you to?" Eva asked, turning her glass around and around in her slender, graceful fingers.
"Anything," Kim answered. "Anytime, anywhere."
"Anything?" Bob asked.
"Anything at all," Max said boldly.
"Prove it," Bob challenged.
Max felt his heart hammering. He shot a quick glance at Eva. The beautiful brunette's lips were glistening. Her eyes were hot with anticipation.
"What would you like me to order her to do?" Max asked, astonished at how calm his voice sounded.
Kim was sitting rigidly on the floor by his side. He was gently stroking her pale blonde curls. The tension in the living room was thick.
When Bob didn't answer, Max took charge. "Go get the album, Kim," he ordered softly.
Kim shot him one quick, frightened glance, and then obeyed, as they both knew she would. He could sense her anticipation as she got the heavy book out of the desk.
"Take it to Bob, and then go get into the sarong sort of thing." He was talking about a terrycloth wrap-around that she wore after a bath.
"My God," Bob said, gaping at the first page of the album. It had the first photo Max had taken – the one of Kim spread out on the bed, his cum still thick in her cunt.
"Are you going to hog that thing, or can I see it, too?" Eva asked.
Bob managed to haul himself out of the chair and move over to where Eva sat on the couch. It was strange, Max thought, that he hadn't noticed how distant Bob had been remaining from his wife until just then. With the whole sofa available, Bob had deliberately taken a chair across the room from Eva.
"God!" Eva hissed when she saw the photo.
"You sure you want us to see this?" Bob asked, looking up without turning the page.
Max nodded, then shifted because of the hard-on in his pants. He had never dreamed that having another man look at pictures of Kim would turn him on this way. He could see Eva's tits hardening against her blouse as she stared at the picture. No bra, Max thought.
Kim came back. Bob shot her a quick, hot glance, then jerked his eyes back to the album. He turned the page with a shaking hand. Max knew he was looking at the pictures of Kim racked out on the coffee table.
Bob shook his head. "You look… you look like you're enjoying it," he commented to Kim.
Kim nodded. She was sitting on her folded legs beside Max. "I do," she said softly.
"Look," Eva noted, pointing at one picture. "That's cum, there, on her… on her pussy."
They turned the page, and their gasps could be heard across the room. The pages showed Kim, nude and bound. In every picture her cunt was prominently visible.
"You like being tied up like that?" Eva asked in a hushed tone.
Max felt Kim shiver under his hand. "I love it," she said honestly. "I was terribly uptight about sex, until Max got so frustrated he fled me up. And, well, once I'm tied up, I'm helpless. So I can let myself go, and tell myself it isn't my fault, because I'm totally helpless."
Max could see the effect Kim's words were having on Eva. The model's eye had a fanatic gleam in them. Bob seemed oblivious of his wife's reaction. His attention was focused completely on Kim.
"Go get some rope, Kim," Max ordered, his mouth dry. This was the crucial step. "Lots of rope."
Bob and Eva didn't even look up as Kim left the room. They were now looking at the photos of Kim bound to the dining-room table. Beads of sweat popped out on Bob's forehead and on Eva's upper lip as they stared at the picture of the candle and the peppermill jutting from Kim's guts.
Kim came back, rope in hand. She saw the pictures their guests were studying, and wanted to cry. It was all there, her disgusting willingness to endure anything. It was right there for them to see.
"Back up to me, baby," Max ordered, and he saw the Kendalls jerk up from the photo album. There wasn't any doubt of how the two of them were eyeing Kim. They were mentally stripping the sarong off her, comparing the real woman before them to the images caught by the camera.
Max bent Kim's arms behind her and bound her wrists together. "Go over to Bob and let him undress you," Max ordered.
"Wait a minute!" Eva protested. "What about me?"
Kim crossed the living room as Bob stood up. "We'll take care of you in a few minutes," he answered as he reached for Kim. The sarong unwound. She was nude in a fraction of a second. Her tits were stiff with horniness as she stood there helplessly.
"Suck his cock, baby," Max ordered.
"Bob, don't you dare!" Eva snapped.
"Shut up," Bob snorted, unfastening his pants and baring his thrusting prick.
"I'll go over to Max!" Eva warned.
"Go right ahead," Bob responded as Kim dropped to her knees in front of him. He presented his cock to her, and watched as she embraced it with her mouth. "He'll probably be able to teach you a few things he's learned since you used to spread for him."
Max studied his lovely blonde wife sucking another man's cock. Her tits shivered and jiggled erotically as she licked and slurped on the tower of meat standing out from Bob's brown bush.
"How about it, stud?" Eva snorted, breaking Max's concentration. She was daring him. "Bob makes big noises, but he's never had the guts to follow through on them."
"Oh, yeah?" Bob replied, pulling away from Kim's sucking mouth.
"Yeah," Eva retorted.
"Come here," he snapped, dragging his belt out of his pants and unknotting his tie.
Before Eva was braced for a tussle, he had her wrists behind her back and bound with the belt. Then, with a quick motion, he tied the necktie over her eyes. Eva bit her lip as he knotted the tie behind her head. Then he began to unbutton her blouse, began to slowly bare her creamy tits. His hands shook as he fucked die buttons open, then yanked the shirt off Eva's shoulders, exposed her firm, white boobs.
Max had to release his cock from his pants. The sight of Kim sucking Bob's dick had made his groin knot tight. Now, with Kim still on her knees, nude, and with Eva's glorious body being bared, it was almost more than he could take. Bob let the blouse tangle around Eva's wrists, and attacked her black slacks.
Eva wavered, off balance, then caught herself and spread her feet slightly. She hadn't made a sound since her husband had lashed her wrists behind her. She had her head tipped back slightly, as if she was trying to see beneath the blindfold.
Max reached for the camera as Bob dragged Eva's pants down. Kim was still obediently on her knees. She was watching the other woman.
Eva's bikini underpants showed the shadow of her dark muff as she stepped out of her slacks. Max snapped a picture of her just as Bob began to drag her last garment down. Her thick black pubic hair sprang outward as it was released from the nylon.
"Wish I'd thought of a blindfold," Max told Bob, fascinated by Eva's helpless weaving. The cloth band across her eyes seemed to be more incapacitating than ropes.
Bob stood back and studied his nearly helpless wife. "Should have done this a long time ago," he noted.
"Pretty, isn't she?" Max asked Kim, noticing that his wife was staring hungrily at the other woman.
"Beautiful," Kim sighed. Then she frowned. "I don't see how you could have left her."
Max chuckled. "Easy, baby. You came along. Remember?"
Bob looked from one naked, half-bound woman to the other. "Eva's always going on about how she's always wanted to try a woman."
Max felt his balls throb. "Is she still on that kick?"
"Till it makes me furious," Bob snorted.
"Why don't we cure her of the idea?" Max suggested. "Since we have the other woman available." He ignored the look of fear and shame in Kim's eyes as she realized what they were planning.
A prod from Bob, and Eva sank to her knees. Bob put a finger to his lips, and beckoned Max over. Bob gasped Max's cock and waved it in the direction of Eva's mouth. Max caught on. He silenced Kim with a glare and stepped over to Eva. Carefully, he presented his throbbing hard-on to Eva's groping lips.
The touch of his pecker-tip seemed to stun her. "Bob?" she asked. "Max?"
Deliberately, Max remained silent and simply forced her to take his cock in her mouth as she knelt in blind bondage. The feel of her wet mouth embracing his prick made him dizzy with lust. He feasted his eyes on her lips encircling the ivory column of his cock. He gripped her head as her tongue stroked his prick.
Glancing over, he saw pain on Kim's face. It was obvious she hated watching him give another woman what she loved so much. Then Bob was presenting his dick to her, and her view was cunt off by Bob's torso as she mutely, submissively took his dick into her mouth.
The sight of Kim sucking cock while he had his prick sucked made the pool of cum in Max's balls toss and roll. He returned his attention to Eva, who was sucking a sock without having any way of knowing whose it was. Steadying her head, he drew his cock out and then slid it back in. Eva stroked her tongue along the underside. Her lips were full and soft and hot as they moved up and down his pecker. Her nose flared as she inhaled between strokes.
Bob stopped fucking Kim's face, but left his prick in her mouth. He shed his shirt and let his pants fall around his ankles. Releasing her sucking hold on his pecker, Kim licked the dangling shaft, made it bob and dance with her tongue. She twisted and squirmed. Her breasts jiggled delightfully every time she moved. Her shoulders were drawn back by the ropes binding her wrists.
Max eased his legs forward until they were brushing Eva's firm, jutting boobs. He wondered if she had guessed who she was sucking. She hadn't ever been willing to take his dong this way during their affair. This time, when she had no choice, she was going to get the full load.
Max gripped her head and thrust, jammed his cock to the back of her throat. His balls swung and slapped her chin as she gulped his dick. Controlling her completely, he screwed her face. His dick was burning from the friction of her tongue and lips and the scraping of her teeth.
Max felt his nuts draw up tight as his cumming drew close. Holding very still, he managed to keep from drilling his cock down Eva's throat. He let her suck on just the head of his prick, and his hand pumped on the shaft. He made her take his spurts on the soft velvet of her tongue-fight where she could taste it. He flooded her mouth with jizz, and he realized that she was deliberately taking the whole load without swallowing. Her mouth was filled with his goo and her saliva when his spoutings finally died away.
Slowly and carefully, he extracted his prick from her, left her with a hot mouthful of creamy semen. She tipped her head back, puffed out her cum-bloated cheeks, displayed her spit-and-jizz-slickened chin. Then, her throat bobbing, she swallowed the incredible load.
Max turned just in time to see Kim licking Bob's withering dick. Her cheeks and nose were spotted with cum. Obviously, he had showered her, though undoubtedly he had given her a mouthful, too. Kim carefully lapped his rubbery prick clean and then sat back. Her lush tits heaved as she caught her breath.
"How was he?" Bob asked his wife.
"Was that Max?" Eva asked, breaking her silence at last. "God!"
Max went into the kitchen and was back in a moment with drinks for himself and Bob. "She talks!" he exclaimed in mock surprise.
Bob laughed and tossed back some of his drink. "In a slightly sticky tone."
"We got things all mixed up," Max pointed out, grinning. "I mean, my wife got your cum, and your wife got my cum. They should trade."
"Kim," Bob ordered. "Go kiss Eva."
Kim walked over to the bound brunette on her knees, and leaned forward. Breasts touched breasts. The two women slowly came together. Both of them entered into the kiss with total abandon.
Max's blood boiled at the sight of his lush, curved, soft, blonde wife plunging her tongue into Eva's eager mouth. The women writhed against each other. Thighs tangled and pussies mashed as they kissed deeply, tasted man-cum in each other's mouths.
"I must say, I didn't expect them to go at it quite so willingly," Bob noted.
"Think maybe we've unleashed a monster that will devour us all?" Max asked.
Kim broke the kiss and left Eva gaping like a fish. Kim kept her soft pink-capped tits brushing Eva's sharper tits and backed off only far enough to talk. "She's so soft," Kim answered. "I've never known anything like it."
Max smiled at his wife lovingly. "Like to know more?"
Kim bit her lip and nodded. "If-if you want me to, that is. Oh, Max, could I please?"
In a moment Bob and Max had the two women stretched out on the floor, head to crotch. Deliberately enforcing their control, they bound the women together with a length of rope. They first worked three loops around their torsos, tied them together tightly. Then, as an added restraint, Kim's hands were tied to Eva's knees, and Kim's legs were tied to Eva's hands. Kim's mouth was already busy on Eva's black muff.
Bob and Max sat back and watched the two women eagerly eat each other's pussy. The fact that one of them was a slender brunette, the other a lush blonde made the interlocking of their feminine bodies especially arousing. Kim was softer, and rounder. Her legs were slightly heavier but no less attractive than the slender thighs clamped around her head.
Max's cock began to regain some of its earlier strength as he watched the girls' asses jiggling and squirming. "Next time let's arrange the arms differently," he suggested to Bob, noticing that Bob's cock was beginning to stir to life again.
"Kim really likes the bondage bit?" Bob asked.
"Yep. It really turns her on."
Neither of the men took their eyes off their roped, interlocked women. Kim was humping now, thrusting her cunt rhythmically against Eva's face. Eva's slim thighs were opening and closing as much as the ropes would allow. The rope around their torsos was cutting into their soft flesh as they struggled to devour each other.
"Wish I'd had the sense to give it a try," Bob noted, killing his drink.
"You and Eva been having trouble?" Max asked.
Bob shrugged. His cock was lying heavily against his thigh now, and expanding visibly with every passing moment. "Boredom, I guess."
"She ever sucked cock before?" Max inquired curiously.
"Not eagerly, and never taken a load like she did tonight," Bob answered. "I think things are going to change, though. All she needs is a firm hand and some guidance."
"Speaking of guidance," Max said, "I've got a hard-on here that needs some guidance."
"Sure, but my wife's all tied up," Bob joked. Max grinned. "Only two of their openings are occupied! There's more than one place to burn a bone."
"Right now?" Bob asked, staring at the tangle of feminine flesh.
Max studied the interlocked women and tried to control his roaring horniness. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he agreed.
"A little hard to get at their shitters right now."
Bob gulped. "I thought that was what you meant. Eva's never let me close to her back door. Even with my finger."
Max shook his head slowly. "In this game, Bob, it isn't a matter of what they let you do. It's a matter of what you make them do."
"I see what you mean." His lust-loaded cock swaying heavily, Bob got to his feet. "Let's get those two cunts untangled so we can have a go at them."
Max was a little surprised at the rough way Bob treated Eva, but didn't say anything. Eva didn't seem to mind. Max untied Kim from the black-haired woman.
"Since Kim's taken it up the ass before," Max said, "why don't you get your rocks off in her? It'll give you some practice, and it'll give Eva a chance to watch, so she'll know what to expect."
"No, honey," Kim pleaded.
"Quiet, baby," Max ordered.
"But it's you I want, not Bob," Kim complained. It was the first argument she had given him in days. "It's you I love."
"You'll enjoy it," he assured her. "Now come on. You've got no choice in the matter anyway."
"Yes, Max," Kim sighed as he led her into the dining room.
After untying her wrists, he bent her forward over the table and tied her hands over her head. The edge of the table was just below her waist. Using two more lengths of rope, Max spread his wife's feet and bound them to the table legs.
Her ass was at the perfect height for deep penetration. Her full tits were squashed out flat on the polished table. She rested her cheeks on the cool wood and closed her eyes.
Bob had stripped the blindfold off his adoring wife. Ignoring her moon-eyed glances and the sticky paste of cum that coated her cheeks and chin, he grabbed one of the dining-room chairs and sat Eva down facing Kim's backside. Eva's arms were still behind her. Bob pulled them down so the chair back was between her wrists and her back.
"You got some more rope?" Bob asked, using his necktie to lash Eva's wrists to the back of the chair.
"Yeah, just a moment," Max answered, heading for the living room.
His balls simmering, Max watched Bob lash Eva to the chair. First her ankles were roped to the legs. The position spread her thighs so the pink slash in the jet-black heart of her pussy was visible. Then he took a longer piece of line and wound it around her torso and the back of the chair. He drew one loop directly across her breasts. When he pulled it tight, it cunt cruelly into her soft mounds, chafed against the tender flesh. Eva moaned with pain. Her expression – a mingling of lust and agony – brought a hot drop welling out of Max's prick.
Bob seemed determined to humiliate his wife as much as possible, and to inflict more than a little pain in the process. Grabbing a napkin, he wadded it up and jammed it into Eva's mouth. Another one tied around her head held the improvised gag so she couldn't spit it out. The second napkin, was tied brutally tight, so that it cunt into her cheeks.
Max got a jar of cream out of the bathroom. Standing behind Kim's lush, round, available ass, he soothed her with gentle strokes on her tight flesh. She was periodically being racked by shudders of horniness and fear. It was like soothing a frightened horse before saddling it.
When she was breathing more easily, he unscrewed the lid off the grease and took a healthy gob on his finger. Slowly, he painted the yellow goo down the crack of his wife's ass. The first stroke of his finger brushed her bung, then continued, and teased her hairy labes. Her saw her crapper constrict lewdly.
Taking another fingerful of goo, he dabbed it on her winkie. The cool grease made her bung spasm again. Putting the end of his long, blunt middle finger on her fucked shitter, Max slowly violated her hot depths. He could feel the cream melting from their combined heat.
Kim moaned softly as her ass was drilled by her husband's digit. Out of the corner of his eye, Max saw the sweat on Eva's face. As she watched, she chewed uselessly on the wadded napkin gagging her. Bob had his hand around his cock and was stroking it gently.
"Here," Max said, giving the grease to Bob. "Oil your prick or it'll hurt her too much." For a second he thought Bob was going to refuse the oil.
Then Bob took it and spread a thick layer of it over his jutting cock.
Max drew his finger out of Kim's butt and wiped it on her back, left shiny streaks of soiled grease on her bare flesh. Then he spread Kim's ass-cheeks and stood to one side so Bob could aim his cock at the brown target.
Bob set his cock against Kim's tail hole. Max's prick drooled with lust at the sight. Then, as Kim moaned, Bob bored his prick straight into her bowels. The sight of Bob's cock disappearing into Kim's tail made Max's balls knot up against his gut.
Eva's eyes were wide. She looked half crazy as she watched her husband bugger Kim. Eva writhed against the ropes biting into her flesh, fought the gag like a spirited horse chafing at the bit. The flaming hot pink of her cunt-lips left no doubt about her arousal.
Bob stroked his cock in and out of Kim's butt. It emerged from her distended bung like a well-oiled piston rod from a steam engine, then went back in like a ramrod. It looked as if Kim's ass was going to be split by the cruel reaming. But Kim's moans were moans of lust, not pain. As she accepted the buggering, she squirmed against the ropes binding her to the table.
Bob grabbed Kim's waist as he pistoned his prick in her greasy tail-hole. His drives began to pick up speed as his lust boiled higher. His balls thumped Kim's juicy pussy with soggy slaps. The cords of muscle in his neck stood out rigidly as he corn-holed the helpless blonde. He didn't spare his own writhing wife a glance as he ravaged Kim.
Max was hovering close as Bob fucked Kim's asshole. He tried to tell himself it was to make sure Kim didn't get hurt. But he knew deep down it was for the pure voyeuristic pleasure of watching Kim take cock up her ass. Taking a thick glob of the grease, Max began to oil his prick as Bob's drives indicated he was nearing his cumming.
Bob growled softly in his throat as he bored full depth into Kim's shuddering backside. His cock pumped and spasmed heavily as he unloaded his cream in Kim's shit-chute. Kim moaned as she felt his hot goo flood her ravaged bowels.
His guts drained, Bob wasted no time. He drew out of her ass before his cock had begun to wither. Max didn't mess around, or wait for an invitation to take Bob's place. Max set his prick-head against Kim's glistening, cum-flooded asshole and slowly drove into her rear.
Kim moaned as his cock slid into her rectum on a thick coating of grease and cum. Her asshole accepted his shaft with barely a spasm. As his cock became accustomed to the heat of her slick tunnel, Max dug his hinds under her soft belly, pried toward her twat. Finding her hot, sopping pussy, he drove two fingers into her cunt, felt how it was pinched by the cock up her rear.
Kim moaned and humped against his hand. Her asshole stroked his prick crazily as she shifted and squirmed. Max ground his palm against her cunt as he stroked his cock in her asshole. Finger-fucking her as he buggered her, he brought her to a whining cumming as his semen boiled and bubbled with horniness. He felt her cunt flood heavily over his fingers. The slimy walls spasmed as she came.
Max's cumming burst from his cock like steam, hosed her shitty depths with thick, boiling shots of jizz. His balls were a tight cramped knot of ecstasy. Max poured his full searing load into Kim's asshole. He held on until every last drop of cum was wrung from his groin and his prick began to shrink. Then he slowly lay on top of her, ground her against the table as he tenderly kissed her sweaty cheek.
As he cuddled Kim, he looked over at Eva. Bob was untying the gag, dragging the sodden napkin out of his wife's mouth. For a moment, Max thought Bob was going to release Eva. Then he stared with astonishment as Bob straddled the chair and then rocked it back on its back legs until Eva's mouth was level with his drooping, greasy, shitty cock. Max's belly revolted in disgust. Eva opened her mouth and slowly devoured her husband's fouled cock. She licked and sucked it clean.
"I need to go to the bathroom, honey," Kim whimpered beneath him. "It's like I took an enema."
Max managed to haul himself off her and release her from the table. "I guess you did, baby. Stay naked."
"Yes, Max," Kim sighed as she made her way wearily to the toilet.
Max turned his attention to the way Eva was being forced to suck soiled cock. Bob's dick was swollen and ready again. He was fucking her face by rocking the chair back and forth. The joints of the legs were groaning in a way that made Max wonder if they were going to break.
Eva's expression was one of pure wanton lust as she accepted the gross humiliation. It looked as if binding her had released the same sex-crazed beast Max had found in Kim. The way Eva's lips and jaw and throat worked there was no doubt she was doing everything in her power to satisfy her man, to take a load of cum from his prick.
She got it. The pulses of Bob's cumming were slow, throbbing ones, as if he was searching his guts for every spurt, squeezing it out of concealed recesses.
Kim returned from the john and nestled herself wearily against Max as Bob's cumming faded out. As he drew his dick out of Eva's mouth, a final squirt of cum smeared her lip and dripped slowly down her chin.
"Filthy bitch," Bob growled at his helpless wife.
Eva nodded wearily as he backed off. He tilted the chair upright as he moved away. Her head was hanging. Her glorious black locks were a tangled and matted mess around her cum-smeared face. Her cheeks were still marked by the tight gagging. The ropes across her breasts had slipped down. Inflamed stripes gleamed on her white mounds.
"You loved it, didn't you?" Bob asked her.
"God, yes," Eva whispered hoarsely.
"Thanks, Max," Bob said gratefully, turning away from his exhausted woman.
"What for?" Max asked, puzzled.
"Eva and I have been having… problems. I think we just found the solution."
Max shrugged. "Glad we could help."
Bob turned and began untying Eva. "Come on, kid. Time to go home. We'll talk about this tomorrow."
A few minutes later Kim and Max were in bed and she was snuggled lovingly in his arms. They both slid into a deep, dreamless sleep.