Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2015 08:44:37 -0500
From: Fit Executive <fitexecutive@gmail.com>
Subject: Mild to Wild part 2

Mild to Wild, part 2

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I wobbled for a second when I stood up, but Paul grabbed me and hugged me
to him. The light sheen of sweat that clung to him was drying fast, but he
smelled amazing and I nuzzled into his neck and inhaled deeply. I was in no
hurry to pull away, but he only brushed my forehead with a kiss, took my
hand, and led me to the open door. Matt's non-stop moans were still
floating in from down the hall.

As we passed the dresser, Paul stopped me and turned me to the mirror. I
looked like I'd been thoroughly fucked. It's true that that's exactly what
happened, but I've never actually looked like it before. My hair was
sticking up everywhere from where he was pulling on it. Big red hickies
stood out on my neck. My jock was sticking to me from the wad of cum I'd
shot into it, and a wet line was slowly creeping out of my ass and down my
leg.

Paul must have seen the shock on my face. He wrapped his arms around me and
slowly trailed the tip of his nose along the edge of my ear. His cock was
still semi-hard, and he pushed it softly into the warm crack between my
cheeks where it had been hammering away just a few minutes before. He
caught my eyes in the mirror. "I like you this way, Josh. You're sexy as
hell. I want you to look like you were in my bed when you get out of it."
He turned my face up to his and gave me a long kiss. I've never felt more
attractive than I did right then.

He grinned. "Now come on. You said you like to watch Matt get fucked,
right? You're gonna love this."  He pushed me down the hall to guest room,
where Matt's steady cries were coming from and steered me into the room.

If I hadn't cum less than five minutes before, I'd have blown my load the
second I stepped through that door.

Where to start? The bed in that room had tall, thick posts sticking up at
every corner. My husband was on his back, with leather cuffs holding his
wrists to the head posts. His muscular legs were in the air and splayed out
obscenely wide, held up and spread open by another set of leather cuffs on
his ankles that were also attached to the head posts by ropes. His dick was
rigid as a pole, bouncing helplessly where he couldn't touch it, with a
thick trail of pre-cum connecting it to a puddle on his belly. A little
clamp was attached to each nipple with a light steel chain connecting them.
His head was thrashing back and forth as he cried out, but he was
blindfolded, and his ears were covered by a set of headphones.

Eric was on top of him, fucking him mercilessly. He was taller than Paul,
not as defined and muscular, but still a hot guy. But his dick—the dick
that was buried in my husband—well, I didn't know dicks came in that
size. My first impression was that it was as thick as a baseball bat. I
couldn't see the whole thing, but when he pulled out to piston back in, I
guessed it was at least 10 inches long. His huge nut-sack was swinging,
slapping Matt's ass with every down-stroke.

I froze. I think I was paralyzed by shock and raging lust. My limp dick
snapped upright in my jock.

Eric saw us at the door and slowed his pile-driving attack on my husband's
ass to shoot us a grin and gesture with his head. "Come on in, the ass is
fine," he said. He slowly pulled back until the massive head of his cock
came out of Matt's ass with an audible slurp, leaving his chute gaping
open. Matt whimpered, but Eric ignored him and looked me over. "I see you
guys have been having fun. You done already?"

Paul saved me from trying to speak. "For now. I knew Josh would want to see
this. How's it going?"

"Actually, pretty damn great." Eric grinned at me and squeezed his hefty
shaft. "I'll be curious to see if you handle this as well as your husband
does."

The idea of getting split open by that monster inspired a deep-seated fear
and fascination at the same time.

Paul squeezed my shoulder. "He can do it. Just don't wreck him for me."
Then he looked at me. "Your husband had it easy. Eric likes to tie new guys
up and blindfold `em before he gets naked just so they don't really know
what's coming. If they see how big it is, they always tense up and make it
harder. Next time, he'll already know that he can do it and he likes it."

Matt whimpered again and wiggled his ass as best he could.

"Aww, see? He misses me already," Eric said. "Make yourselves useful. Paul,
grab the camera there and take over filming." I hadn't noticed the little
video camera on the stand before then. The red light was on. He waited
until Paul had it off the stand and had moved to catch every detail before
he shifted himself back toward Matt's ass. "Now, Josh, get over here on
this side and take my dick in your hands."

I did as I was told while the red dot followed my every move. Eric's huge
meat wasn't as rigid as Paul's had been, but it easily stretched across
both hands like a length of pipe. The enormous head was inches away from
Matt's sloppy, open hole.

"Do you like my dick, Josh?" It was clear Eric was asking for the camera.

I nodded fast. I was happy to play along. "Oh, god yes." I couldn't stop
myself from lifting and tugging on it gently.

"Take your dick out and let's see which one is bigger."

I didn't want to let go of his cock, but I quickly pulled my jock down to
expose my rigid cock. It would have been perfectly respectable in normal
company, but next to that monster it was laughably small.

He grinned at the camera. "Well, I guess we knew how that was gonna turn
out. That right there is the reason why these two boys have been needing to
find some real meat." He literally ruffled my already- messed up
hair. "Now, Josh, tell the camera who this is." He pointed.

"That's my husband, Matt."

"Tell the camera what you want me to do to your husband. And before you do,
remember that he can't hear you right now, but he's gonna be watching this
video later."

Matt happened to choose that moment to say "where'd you go?" and try to
wiggle his ass again.

I looked down at that wide-open tunnel and then right at the camera. "I
want you to fuck him, Eric."

"Even though you know I'm gonna stretch him out so much that you won't be
able to satisfy him anymore?" He hefted his huge nuts in one hand. "Even
though I'm gonna pump so much cum into him that he'll never get it all out?
You still want me to fuck him?"

I nodded frantically. "Yes. Fuck my husband. Please fuck him."

"Alright. Prove that's what you want. Kiss the head of my dick and put it
in his hole." He leaned forward and let his shaft drop so that it smacked
Matt's taint.

I couldn't obey fast enough. I got my face right down by the huge cock-head
and Matt's already-open hole and gave the Eric's dick a big, slobbery kiss,
rubbing it all around my mouth before guiding it to Matt's ass. His ring
had already started to close, but I wedged Eric's cock-head into it and
worked it back and forth like a sex toy until it finally squeezed in. "Oh,
god yes," Matt said. "Fuck me, man. Fuck me!"

"Good job, boy," Eric said. "Now you gave me your husband's ass, so I want
you to stay right there and watch what I do with it. And pay close
attention because it's gonna be your ass next time."

I've never been so turned on and so afraid and so proud at the same
time. Matt's legs were splayed so far up and open that there was no chance
at all for him to resist or slow down Eric's thrusts. He whimpered and
thrashed helplessly while Eric used his hole, stretching it wider than I
ever thought was possible. Every slap of Eric's balls against him was
punctuated by a sharp cry from Matt when that huge cock bottomed out inside
him. It went on and on, with Eric pile-driving Matt into submission,
calling him a pussy and a whore and a sweet piece of ass.

And Matt never once said `Stop.' He was so fucking hot to me at that point,
I don't know how to describe it. I've never loved him more.

After a solid 20 minutes of abuse, Eric said "All right guys, you ready for
the big finale?" He pulled back until only the huge head was still buried
in Matt. Even when Eric stopped thrusting, Matt lay there moaning. His
pre-cum had puddled so much that it was running down his side onto the
bed. "I know you're hard again. Get up here." He popped all the way out,
leaving Matt's hole empty, gaping and exposed. He waved at me. "You
first. Jack your loads into his hole and then I'll fuck `em in and let him
blow."

I got up on my knees, and jacked furiously, staring down into my husband's
raw red tunnel. It hung open so much wider than my own dick that I had no
problem hitting the target when I spasmed out my second load of the evening
just a few seconds later. I think it probably fell further into him than
any load I'd ever planted on purpose.

Paul got up next. I took the camera and got a great shot as he pumped his
fist down up and down his iron-hard cock until he spurted again. His load
was bigger than mine and even though it was his second time that night, I
saw a rope of cum shoot down into Matt's sloppy hole.

Eric got back up and pushed his cock all the way in. He leaned down and
plucked a nipple clamp away, making Matt cry out. But he replaced the clamp
with his own mouth and chewed hard on the hugely swollen nipple while he
pounded away.

Matt cried something that was guttural and meaningless, and through the
lens of the camera I saw his ass clenching and spasming around Eric's huge
shaft.

Eric was laying on him when it happened. "Oh, yeah, baby! He's blowing his
load just from getting fucked. Go, baby, go!"  He jack-hammered my husband
two more times, then three, and then his huge balls stopped swinging. They
clenched up tight and Eric practically howled with the intensity of his own
orgasm. His massive shaft swelled and pulsed over and over again as he
dumped every bit of nut-cream he had in his balls out into my husband's
ass.

I was sweating and shaking, and it wasn't from jacking myself off. Paul
tapped me on the shoulder and took the camera back to its stand, but left
it pointing at the bed. "Come on. Let's given them some space. They're
gonna need some time to pull it together after that."

I started to object, but then I took another look at them. Eric was still
laying on Matt, buried to the hilt in him, but he was stroking him
tenderly. Matt seemed barely conscious, but his feeble moans were relaxed
and even joyful.

When we stepped out, Paul closed the door behind us.

We were showered and had been resting in the living room for at least half
an hour before I heard them go to the shower. When they finally came out,
Matt was walking funny, and he had an expression on his face that I'd never
seen before. Eric was hovering over him almost protectively when he guided
him back to the couch and set him down next to me.

He looked at me like a doctor giving orders to a patient's caregiver. "I've
put a butt-plug in him because he told me he doesn't want my cum to run out
yet. When he's ready, you'll need to help him get it out because he's gonna
be tender." He knelt down and kissed Matt softly. "You're a special man. I
want to see you again." And then he grinned. "And I've got a little
surprise for you too. I'll send it in a few days."

I said at the beginning that I would tell a true story. It's tempting to
gloss over something at this point, but I'm not going to. Our sex life DID
open up and become wild after this, but not right away. We went through
some rough times first. I'll keep the bad stuff very brief, but the truth
is that that night almost ended our marriage.

I told you Matt has a sexy Southern drawl. He was raised as a Southern
Baptist, and he still has lingering guilt sometimes. He was
fine—practically glowing—until he saw the video that Eric sent a few
days later.  When he saw how slutty and used he'd been, and how it turned
him on, all that guilt came crashing back. He insisted that we were going
back to being monogamous and we both had to go get HIV tests.

The tests came back positive, and that devastated Matt. In practical terms,
it didn't mean much—we both have good insurance through our jobs so the
only real change was that we started taking a pill every day. But he
actually left me for a couple of months and went back to his family and
church. Even when he came back to me, we had to go to counseling together
to help him deal with it. The counseling helped me too: I didn't feel
guilty but I felt stupid for just assuming it wouldn't happen to us. I
suppose that if we were staring an open relationship nowadays, we'd get on
PrEP meds first, but that wasn't an option then.

Anyway, that's all the bad stuff. I knew Matt was getting better when I
walked in on him six months later watching that same video with a huge
black dildo crammed up his ass. He blushed like crazy and yanked the sheet
up over himself, but I wasn't about to let him get away with that.

You have no idea how hot it made me to see him like that again. I yanked
the sheet away and leered at him. He was laying on his side and the toy
came with big black balls that were pressed against him.  "I see we have a
new friend," I said. I pushed his hand away from the dildo and gently
rolled him onto his back and lifted his legs into the air. The Matt on the
screen was getting pistoned by Eric. The volume was turned down, but his
lustful cries were clear in the room.

I stretched out on top of Matt and ground against him, hitting the base of
the dildo with my crotch so that it bottomed out in him and he barked out
cries to match what was coming from the TV. I tongued his nipple and chewed
on it lightly. "You miss this, don't you?" I asked.

He bit his lip and blushed, but I just bit his nipple until he was
squirming under me. "Don't you?"

He nodded frantically. "Oh god yes."

I looked deliberately at the video of him getting obscenely used. "Are you
ready for that to happen again?"

His eyes glazed over with lust for a second, but he looked at me and
grinned. That told me everything I needed to know, but I wanted to hear it
so I jabbed against the dildo again. "Oh! Fuck yea, I'm ready, Josh! I'm
ready!"

I slowly pulled the dildo out until it popped free with a wet sucking
sound, and then I lowered his legs and kissed him for a long time. Finally
I it off and looked him in the eyes. "Good, cause I am too. No matter what
happens, this is how it's gonna be for us, right?" I nodded at the screen,
where I was forcing the head of another man's monster cock into Matt's
beautiful ass.

"Fuck, yeah," he breathed. "I want that again so bad."

I knew he was too horned up to think clearly, but I decided to strike while
the iron was hot. "We didn't talk about this the first time around, and we
should have. Do you want any rules? Any limits? Just know I'll be with you
no matter what."

He looked a little confused, but shook his head. "No, I guess not. Why? Do
you?"

"A couple." I picked up the huge rubbery toy that I'd pulled out of his
ass. "I like seeing you with a man a hell of a lot more than with a toy, so
no toys when you're by yourself. I want you horned up and ready for the
real thing."

He grinned wickedly. "Okay."

"No hiding what you want or pretending you don't want it. You see a man you
like, you tell me. It turns me on to see you hot for another guy."

"Okay."

"If I'm not around, and you get a chance to be a slut, you take it. Get
video or pictures if you can, but at least you have to tell me every
detail."

He chuckled. "Okay, but I don't think that'll happen."

Poor Matt has always been oblivious when men are interested in him, but I
was hoping that would change. "You never know. You might click with someone
at work or at the gym."

"I don't go to the gym."

"I know, and it pisses me off that you can stay so hot without it, but now
I want to see what you can push it to. You're fucking gorgeous already, but
I want men lining up for a chance at you. I'm signing you up tomorrow. My
point is that I want you to come home to me with cum dripping out of your
ass. I want to know for a fact that you're taking it from other men, and I
want you to know that I'm gonna be taking it too."

He put the back of his hand on his forehead and sighed
dramatically. "Lordy, lordy! My husband is a slave driver!"

I laughed. "Only since I saw you in bondage." I gave him another long kiss
before I rolled off of him.  "Now, I know you're horny, but don't get off
yet." I fished my phone out of my pocket.

"You're calling someone right now?"

"Hell yes. Eric and Paul. Maybe we can hook up with them again."

He looked genuinely worried. "Do you think they'll still want to see us?
I'll bet they think we flaked on them."

"There's only one way to find out." I never told Matt that I'd stayed in
touch with them by email ever since we met them, keeping them up-to-date on
our situation. I knew they were hoping for another shot at us.

Long story short, they weren't free right then but they were thrilled to
hear from us. I made sure Matt was listening, and he was blushing like
crazy when I told Eric in explicit terms what I'd caught him doing and how
badly he wanted Eric to fuck him again. I even told him about our new
rules. I was looking my husband right in the eyes when I told Eric that I
wanted him to test Matt's limits and make him prove that he was really
ready to follow our rules.

We talked for another couple of minutes and Matt was practically bouncing
when I hung up. "Well?  What did he say?" His dick was up and leaking.

I couldn't help but grin at his excitement. "Looks like they can't get
together till next weekend." The look of disappointment that came over him
was adorable. "BUT... Eric said that this calls for a special occasion and
they're going to have a party for us. He called it our `coming out'
party. Don't worry though—I think I have some ideas about how we can
pass the time till then."