u/mytea-mouse

Don't really love to put my penis in her vagina. I don't hate it, but I just don't love it. For a long time and several partners I felt pressure to perform, pressure to bring her pleasure by fucking, pressure to enjoy it. Since I've been honest about this with my fiancee sex and life are so much better.

This morning we were cuddling and kissing a bit. I asked her if she want to play a little. She wanted to and I used a vibrator to get her off, while making out. After her orgasm she used her thumb and index finger for really slow, long, loose, teasing strokes. I started the move my hips, hump the finger-pussy she made for me. And after a few pumps I got a really intense ruined orgasm. The best way to cum IMHO

For as long as I can remember I disliked feet and especially toes. Thought feet were smelly, toenails ugly, toes weirdly shaped often

But Reddit took me to some feet content, and it definitely changed something. And since a couple of months I catch myself wondering about women's feet, not creepingly staring but just a little peek, and then quickly looking away.

My fiancee's feet especially get my attention more and more. Even looked up some older photos she send me when she was at the beach or the pool. Or some barefooted outfit selfies. Recently started massaging her feet more. I need to move slowly, but I want to do so much feet stuff with her.

I've been very vocal about my feet disliking in the past, so it's u-turn seems weird probably. The Reddit/rabbit hole is real and I love it. Anyone went through something similar? Any tips and tricks?

My fiancee is the best! Last year I opened up about feeling pressure to perform, to not cum too quick. And to postpone my orgasm I would do sequences like Finonacci and primes. My girl could tell the disconnect and didn't want me to do the math madness anymore.

Leaving the numbers made me a prejac once inside her pussy. I basically never make the minute mark. And surprisingly we both like it. Well I love her giggles when it happens.

And now she when want to feel me (cum) inside her, she brings me to the edge by hand, right before putting me inside her. Two, three pumps, ten seconds. She does it on purpose, and it's magic

We are on an adventure. We went to the museum and the cinema, then had a nice dinner, grabbed some drinks, and now we're having a nightcap somewhere in a hip bar. You look insanely sexy in a beautiful little outfit (maybe a little dress), and your breasts command the attention of the men in the room. Your chestnut is caged, and I'm wearing a plug along with a pair of your panties under my suit, because we dressed up fancy. You, of course, are wearing the little key and your sun earrings.

I just went to the restroom. It took a moment to find, and there was a line, so I've been gone for a while. In the meantime, two men have sat down next to you, one on each side, and they are openly flirting with you. Drinks are being offered, jokes and laughs exchanged. It's a competition for your attention, and you are thoroughly enjoying it. I have walked back in the meantime and am watching this scene from a distance with great pleasure. Your smartwatch vibrates, and you look at your phone to read this:

"I see beautiful things happening, sweetie. Choose the hottest or tastiest one and wave the other off. I'll keep watching from here for a bit."

Caught up in the attention, you had forgotten about me for a brief moment. That isn't a bad thing, but suddenly you spot me standing on the other side of the room with a satisfied grin. You make your choice, turn your back to one guy, and place your hand on the knee of your daddy for the evening. The other dude wanders off, and daddy makes his move. He subtly places his hand on your back and strokes you, trailing slowly down to your lower back and the top of your ass, without grabbing your buttocks too aggressively.

Your daddy is a bit older—late forties, early fifties. A silver fox with a beautiful head of thick hair and a 5 o'clock shadow. He is about 6'1" or 6'2", well-dressed, and a smooth talker. Not necessarily dominant, but he does things like order your drink without asking you. Normally you would find this annoying, but he is gallant and charming. You two talk and laugh, and your hand slides a little higher up his leg.

Suddenly he laughs as he looks at your little key. You wonder if he knows what it means, or maybe not? You blush a little, especially when he asks with a grin and a wink, "Is your husband here too?"

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"If that little key means what I think it does, then you guys play fun games."

Your cheeks turn even redder, and you nod your head in my direction. Your daddy looks at me, and I turn pale, feeling caught. He motions me over, and I join you two.

"Well, well, so you're a hotwife, Tiana. And this must be your cuckold?"

Both of us stammer out some sort of confirmation.

"Okay, that's fun. Maybe we should go somewhere private, just the three of us. I happen to have a room here, so just come with me."

We should really talk this over, but because of his charmingly dominant demeanor, we are like putty in his hands. He pays the tab before we even realize it and stands up. "Are you coming?"

The three of us walk out of the bar, and you and I exchange glances of nervous excitement. A couple is waiting by the elevator, and when it opens, the five of us step inside. The couple quickly gets out, and suddenly, the sexual tension is palpable. You were leaning against me, but as soon as the elevator doors close, you move toward him. You touch each other, sharing a careful first kiss, immediately followed by a passionate French kiss. For a moment, you pull away to check with me if everything is still okay, and I nod in confirmation. Your chestnut leaks pre-cum, and my mouth is dry. I don't want you to stop.

We step out on the top floor; it turns out your daddy is renting the penthouse. We both compliment the beautiful interior, a bit clumsy from the tension. He makes a drink for you and pours whiskies for himself and me. He points me to a chair and guides you to the couch. He sits with you, and you guys start kissing again.

You check in with me one more time, and I assure you it’s good. Your hands explore each other's bodies, and you feel him slowly getting hard in his pants. You stand up, pull him along with you, and begin to untuck his shirt. You undo his belt and drop his pants. Then, you motion for me to join you.

You start kissing me while his hands explore your body, grabbing your breasts and your ass. You take my shirt off and pull my pants down, too. There stand your two men for the evening: your daddy, a big, hot guy in tight black boxers with the contours of a beautiful cock already showing, and your cucky—also hot, but different—wearing sexy women's underwear with a cage clearly visible underneath.

He and I look at each other from head to toe, and he grins. "So, Tiana, you guys really do play fun games."

"Yes, very fun games, and tonight you can join in."

I am secretly a bit impressed by his body, and that feeling only grows when you drop to your knees and pull his boxers off. You grab his cock, give it a little kiss, and lick it. You look up at me with shining eyes and a small smile.

"How does he taste, Sun?" I ask.

You take his half-hard cock out of your mouth. "He tastes delicious, chestnut of mine."

His dick is big, but not too big, and as you blow him, you try to deepthroat him. You just miss the mark, to which your daddy reacts, "That's a lot easier with your husband, I bet?"

"Yes, that goes much easier," you laugh, blowing me a kiss afterward.

You lick and kiss the side of his shaft, keeping your eyes on me. Then you take his balls in your mouth, teasingly jerking him off at the same time.

"Maybe your cucky can help you with that, Tiana."

I swallow hard—what is he saying? But you apparently like the sound of that. Your eyes grow wide with glee as you let his balls pop out of your mouth.

"Yes, chestnut, I could definitely use your help with this."

You stand up and press your body against mine while still jerking him off with one hand. You kiss me deep in my neck and whisper in my ear, "If you help me, I'll let my chestnut free later, I promise."

"Even better—then you get to play with yourself."

I haven't cum in weeks, and I can't decline this offer. "Alright, Sun," I mumble halfway through our kiss.

You clearly love this. You drop back down to your knees, pulling me down with you. We sit there side by side on our knees, with a big cock right in front of our faces. You start blowing him again but stop when you notice I'm still sitting there staring wide-eyed.

"Go ahead, sweetie, I'll help you."

You start kissing me with an open mouth and lots of tongue; it's wild but delicious. Suddenly, I feel something else join in. You slowly guided him toward us, and now our tongues meet each other, but also his head. I taste a bit of pre-cum—which wasn't what I was afraid of. But the idea of that whole thing in your mouth is intimidating. Your tongue glides over the side of his shaft, and I simply mirror you. We are French kissing with a cock right in between us.

He groans in enjoyment and encourages us. "Keep going, you two, you're doing great."

Suddenly greedy, you start sucking him properly, taking his dick almost entirely into your mouth. With nothing left for me, I slide down a bit and start licking his balls. I take them into my mouth for a moment, and combined with your sucking, it pulls a deep moan from him.

"You're not going to cum yet, right?" you ask, almost disappointed.

"No, we need to take it easy."

He steps back, grabs his whisky, and watches us from a slight distance. "Give us a little show, you two."

We are still kneeling, looking at each other in surprise. Then we start kissing, forgetting the entire setting for a moment. Just for a second, we're in our own bubble.

"Bravo. Tiana, now I want your husband to eat you out."

Your dress had already come off earlier, but you were still wearing your panties. You take them off now, spreading your legs wide on the couch while I crawl toward you. I kiss your thighs and your lips, then begin to lick. You are wetter than ever and moan against my tongue. I slip one finger inside, then another. You get wetter and louder; I suspect you're going to cum soon.

I slip two fingers of my other hand into your mouth, and you suck them completely wet. I quickly lick your little star and press a finger against it. It slides inside smoothly, and I daringly add a second one, which miraculously works. With two fingers in both holes, I keep licking and sucking. I feel your orgasm building.

And then you cum. I feel your little star squeezing around my fingers, which I slowly pull out. I keep teasingly licking you, just like always, because I love it when you squirm, and I want to make sure I’ve gotten everything out of you.

Applause rings out. "Well, that was a good performance. Time for the main event."

"Thank you, sweetheart," you whisper to me.

Your daddy is standing by the couch, leaning over you. "Tiana, I think he's earned a front-row seat, don't you?"

"Yes, that was delicious. He eats me out so well."

He steps directly in front of you, his cock right in your face, and you immediately start blowing him.

"Good with his tongue, huh? I want to test that out myself."

He glances over his shoulder at me, and I know exactly what I need to do. I love rimming, and even though it's a man, it's less intimidating than sucking a cock. While you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth, I position my head by his ass. With my hands, I softly part his cheeks and breathe in his scent. I bury my face between his cheeks, stick my tongue out, and quickly find his little star. I can breathe easily through my nose while I steadily and lustfully lick him. He clearly enjoys this—even more than the first time.

Now that my face is buried between his cheeks, my hands are free again. Instinctively, my hand reaches for his balls, where it meets yours. For a moment, our fingers intertwine, as if we're pausing to appreciate this bizarre, incredibly horny moment. I keep kneading his balls with one hand while my other hand trails down your leg. I stroke your thigh and find my way to your pussy.

You're already playing with yourself with one hand, while your other hand wraps around his shaft right below your mouth. I hear you moan, I hear him moan, and I feel the front of my thong getting soaked with pre-cum. Your sounds get louder, and a second orgasm isn't far behind.

As you cum, you stop jerking and sucking him, which is a good thing because your daddy is dangerously close to finishing. I notice him pushing his ass backward to feel my tongue even deeper, but then he abruptly stands up. He grabs his whisky, takes his woman for the evening, and walks toward the bedroom.

"Tiana, do you want him to come watch?"

"Maybe later. Sorry, sweetiepie," you say, a little shyly, blowing me a kiss.

You both disappear from sight, but the door is left open, and I can hear your sounds. Something that sounds like kissing, and then two bodies falling onto the bed. Then, the calm before the storm—right before he penetrates you. I hear your sigh. Or is it a moan? He probably feels huge to you, but soon your moans change. They are different from the sounds you make when I fuck you. It sounds more like when I take you with the strap-on. But even more intense.

After a few minutes, the rhythm becomes steady, and my mind wanders. I drink my whisky, standing in front of the penthouse window, enjoying the view. The city is so beautiful at night. And here I stand, with your chestnut caged, a plug inside me, wearing a thong. Could someone see in here? What would they think, I wonder... but quickly decide I don't care. I hope they enjoyed the show we put on. I know I did.

I think about how we ended up here. How it started with me putting myself in a cage while you were in Tuscany. How Pandora's box opened, unleashing all our kinks. How you opened yourself up, going along with it, taking it a step further each time until we suddenly ended up here. Was this too far? Too crazy? It’s an adventure, and we did it together.

Suddenly, I hear a familiar sound from the bedroom—the hum of a vibrator. Even though I can't see it, I picture him taking you from behind while you hold a vibrator to your clit. Over the buzzing, I hear your moans getting louder until you finally reach orgasm number three. I hear you both collapse next to each other on the bed. I've been lost in thought, but I don't think I've heard him cum yet. He says something to you that I can't quite make out.

Then you call out, "Come here, chestnut."

I walk into the master bedroom and see you both lying on the king-size bed. He's stretched out with his arm behind his head, his cock still proudly erect. You're curled up against him, your head resting in the nook of his shoulder. You look dazed, gazing with a blissful, almost ecstasy-like infatuation in your eyes. The room smells like sex. Delicious.

Your daddy asks, "Tiana, what is something you two never do sexually?"

"Um, I don't really know," you stammer.

"Okay, then I'll ask him. What do you guys never do?"

"Anal," I mumble.

"And why not?"

"Tiana is quite tight, and it hurts."

"Tiana, if I know how to make it feel amazing for you, would you do me this favor?"

Ever since your vacation in Tuscany, you promised yourself you wouldn't please men unless you genuinely wanted to. And anal isn't necessarily something you're open to. But there's something exciting about giving your daddy an experience your chestnut doesn't get.

"How would that work?" you ask.

"A little poppers and numbing lube do wonders. Just trust me."

How can you trust someone after one evening, you wonder, but it still feels okay.

"Do you mind, chestnut?" you ask me—which is sweet, but unnecessary. Everything is your choice.

"Of course not, Sun. Everything revolves around you."

Your daddy rummages through a bag and hands you the poppers. You take a hit hesitantly, but as you feel his fingers slip into your pussy, you relax. Almost tenderly, he starts eating you out while continuing to finger you. Beside him is a small pump of lube; he squirts some onto his fingers. Slowly, he rubs it in, massaging your little star. Carefully, he slips a first finger inside, drawing a soft moan from you.

He keeps this up for a bit, maybe five or six minutes, before a second finger follows. Another moan, slightly louder than the first, but it doesn't sound like pain. He licks and fingers you for a few more minutes before pushing a third finger inside. This seems a bit more sensitive, but he takes his time, licking steadily. Judging by the sound of his tongue, your pussy must be soaking wet. Eventually, he slides his pinky in as well, which goes much smoother than expected.

After almost half an hour of anal foreplay, he decides you're ready. And you feel brave enough to try. Daddy lies back, and you blow him until he's rock hard. Then, you straddle him, riding his cock with your cunt. For the first time in ages, I see a dick in your pussy (since I've been on quite a dry spell myself). It looks magical from behind, watching your lips stretch around his shaft.

"Come here, chestnut," you say. I leave the doorway where I've been standing the whole time and walk to the bed.

As you fuck him, you pull my head toward you, and we kiss. Your hand trails teasingly over my body. You pinch my left nipple, then my right. Your hand slides lower, gripping your caged chestnut tightly through my thong.

"Do you see how a real dick fucks me?" you ask teasingly.

"Yes, I see it, Sun. You deserve this."

We kiss a little longer, and then you sit up. You position his head against your little star and press it carefully inside. It looks uncomfortable for a second, but once the head slips in, the rest isn't so bad. You take your time getting used to the feeling. Slowly rocking your hips, his cock glides inside bit by bit. You only take half of it, because that's deep enough.

Then I see you making longer strokes, bigger movements. You start riding him faster and harder, and you actually seem to be enjoying it. Your eyes are closed—at first from the slight pain, but soon from the pleasure. Your mouth falls open, and soft little sounds fill the room. My mouth is open too, partly in amazement, but mostly in pure pleasure. I am thoroughly enjoying watching you enjoy yourself.

Daddy is getting dangerously close and has to restrain himself to stop thrusting. You fuck him with increasing passion, astonishingly taking more and more of his cock inside you.

"I'm almost going to cum," daddy mumbles.

"Wait a little longer, daddy," you beg, not wanting it to stop.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the vibrator. I turn it on and press it against your clit.

"Oh, my chestnut," you sigh. You pull me toward you, and we kiss again.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I can feel that you're on the edge, and suddenly your orgasm hits, much faster than expected. As you cum, daddy finishes too, shooting his load deep inside your little hole. For the second time tonight, you collapse next to him on the bed. For a moment, the world seems to stand still; there is only silence. I have no idea how long it lasts—my sense of time has been completely destroyed by tonight's events.

You open your eyes and meet my gaze. "Chestnut, you know what you have to do."

We have a rule that I always swallow the cum, but until now, it was always my own.

"Yes, Sun," I say, my voice a mix of desperation and excitement. I move my head between your legs.

"No, daddy first."

With a slight, fresh wave of reluctance, I lick his cum off his stomach and balls, then take his semi-erect cock into my mouth. This flavor profile is entirely new to me, but the mix of your ass and his cum deserves a Michelin star. When he's perfectly clean and the taste fades, I move down to your little hole—the Sun of my Sun. I start licking, and god, it's delicious. As my tongue laps the cum off the duvet and out from between your cheeks, I feel you bear down just a little bit, pushing more out for me to clean.

"Thank you, sweetheart, that's perfect," you say sweetly, stroking my head. I climb into bed next to you both, and the three of us lie there for a while. He’s the big spoon, I’m the little spoon, and you are right in the middle.

I have no idea how long we laid there or if we fell asleep, but suddenly we both startle awake. There's a knock at the door: "Room service."

We realize daddy isn't in bed anymore, but we hear him open the door.

"Good morning. That looks delicious, I'm starving." Daddy walks into the bedroom in a bathrobe, looking well-rested, and greets us. "I ordered some for you two as well."

We untangle ourselves from the bed and slip into the bathrobes folded on the table at the foot of the bed. "I hope you guys are hungry." The table is covered in an amazing spread—a luxury breakfast complete with champagne. You and I are still a bit overwhelmed by everything that happened last night, especially the things we did. We sit there staring somewhat sheepishly, feeling a bit of shame.

"Did you guys enjoy it as much as I did?" daddy asks.

"Yes," you answer, suddenly very enthusiastic.

"And you?"

"Yes, me too," I confess, my cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, chestnut. I'm proud of you," you say encouragingly, giving me a kiss.

"I do this quite often, usually alone with the wife," daddy says. "And if the husband joins in, it's usually a classic MFM threesome. But I really liked this dynamic, so I propose we do it again. I'll be back in town in two weeks."

You and I haven't had a single second to evaluate everything yet, so we can't make any promises.

"We'll have to check our schedules, okay?"

Daddy rummages through his jacket draped over a chair and hands you his business card. "Here's my number. Just call or text me."

After breakfast, we quickly get dressed and say our goodbyes. He shakes my hand and gives a little tap to your caged chestnut. He gives you one last kiss.

"See you in two weeks."

"See you in two weeks."

We don't say a word on the subway, but we lean heavily against each other. I press soft kisses into your hair, still smelling the sex on your skin. Sitting diagonally across from us is a couple in their seventies.

"Oh, look at those two lovebirds. That used to be us," the woman says.

I highly doubt that, I think to myself, smiling. We walk home hand in hand. The moment we step through the front door, we immediately start kissing and cuddling in the hallway.

"God, I love you so much."

"And I love you even more."

"Do we have to evaluate it right now?" I ask.

"Shh, come upstairs with me," you say.

In the bedroom, we hold each other and kiss some more. We lie down on the bed, and I ask what your favorite part of the night was.

"Anal really surprised me; it actually ended up feeling incredibly good. But you amazed me the most, my chestnut. I never thought I'd see you suck a cock, and I certainly never thought we'd both find it so hot."

"I honestly didn't expect it either, but it just happened, Sun."

"And what was your favorite part, sweetheart?"

"Definitely that last bit. Watching you ride him and finish on his cock with your little star."

"Let's relive that, then. Grab the blindfold and the strap-on with the smallest dildo."

We kiss as we help strip each other out of our clothes. You laugh a little when you're reminded that I'm wearing a thong. I hand you the blindfold and pull the strap-on harness on.

"Lick my little star first, then carefully use lots of lube and slip your fingers inside, one by one."

I eat you out for a while, and after fifteen minutes, I have three fingers deep inside your little hole.

"Okay, fuck my little ass, baby."

I carefully press the dildo against your little star, letting you push back onto it. Bit by bit, the silicone glides inside. Daddy's cock last night was quite a bit thicker, so the dildo slips in rather easily.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby. I never would have thought. Fuck me, fuck me harder. Do you want the Wand too?"

"Yeeees."

I grab the Wand and hand it to you. With the vibration against your clit and the strap-on fucking your ass, you cum fast. We lie next to each other, and you look at me with eyes full of love. "Maybe I'll become an anal fan after all."

"Does that mean I can do it sometimes too?"

"No, I’d barely feel my little chestnut after what I'm used to now," you say with a wicked grin. "Besides, I like knowing there are now two places on my body you've never been."

"Two places?"

"Yes, my little hole—and there's a spot deep in my pussy that you can't reach, but others can," you tease with a wink. "Okay, now it's my turn. Or rather, your turn," you say enthusiastically. "So you thought that last part tonight was really hot to watch, sweetheart?"

"Yes, extremely hot, Sun."

"Okay, take the strap-on off and hand it to me."

I look at you in surprise; you've never worn the strap-on before. You lie on your back, the dildo standing proudly erect.

"Just sink down onto me, my chestnut."

I rub lube all over the dildo and my little hole. I straddle your stomach and give you a kiss.

"Thank you, cutie."

"Just enjoy it, baby."

Carefully, I maneuver the dildo inside me. Bit by bit, I lower myself down and begin to rock my hips. You find the sight highly entertaining, judging by the massive smile on your face. We keep going for a few minutes, exchanging sweet words between kisses. I watch your hand reach for the Wand and hear the click of the power button. You press the vibrating head against your caged chestnut. As I keep fucking myself on your strap-on, I feel it building.

"I'm almost going to cum, is that allowed, Sun?"

"Yes, I'm going to count down. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2.5... 2... 1.5... 1 and a quarter..."

"Aaaah."

You pull the Wand away just in time to watch my cum seep out of your chestnut and drip onto your stomach.

"That wasn't at zero! Penalty points!"

"I'm sorry, it felt too good."

"It's okay, baby. Now clean up your mess!"

I climb off you and lick your stomach clean. It's Sunday morning, and we're lying naked in each other's arms. Exactly like we do every Sunday, but today feels entirely different.

We are on an adventure. We went to the museum and the cinema, then had a nice dinner, grabbed some drinks, and now we're having a nightcap somewhere in a hip bar. You look insanely sexy in a beautiful little outfit (maybe a little dress), and your breasts command the attention of the men in the room. Your chestnut is caged, and I'm wearing a plug along with a pair of your panties under my suit, because we dressed up fancy. You, of course, are wearing the little key and your sun earrings.

I just went to the restroom. It took a moment to find, and there was a line, so I've been gone for a while. In the meantime, two men have sat down next to you, one on each side, and they are openly flirting with you. Drinks are being offered, jokes and laughs exchanged. It's a competition for your attention, and you are thoroughly enjoying it. I have walked back in the meantime and am watching this scene from a distance with great pleasure. Your smartwatch vibrates, and you look at your phone to read this:

"I see beautiful things happening, sweetie. Choose the hottest or tastiest one and wave the other off. I'll keep watching from here for a bit."

Caught up in the attention, you had forgotten about me for a brief moment. That isn't a bad thing, but suddenly you spot me standing on the other side of the room with a satisfied grin. You make your choice, turn your back to one guy, and place your hand on the knee of your daddy for the evening. The other dude wanders off, and daddy makes his move. He subtly places his hand on your back and strokes you, trailing slowly down to your lower back and the top of your ass, without grabbing your buttocks too aggressively.

Your daddy is a bit older—late forties, early fifties. A silver fox with a beautiful head of thick hair and a 5 o'clock shadow. He is about 6'1" or 6'2", well-dressed, and a smooth talker. Not necessarily dominant, but he does things like order your drink without asking you. Normally you would find this annoying, but he is gallant and charming. You two talk and laugh, and your hand slides a little higher up his leg.

Suddenly he laughs as he looks at your little key. You wonder if he knows what it means, or maybe not? You blush a little, especially when he asks with a grin and a wink, "Is your husband here too?"

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"If that little key means what I think it does, then you guys play fun games."

Your cheeks turn even redder, and you nod your head in my direction. Your daddy looks at me, and I turn pale, feeling caught. He motions me over, and I join you two.

"Well, well, so you're a hotwife, Tiana. And this must be your cuckold?"

Both of us stammer out some sort of confirmation.

"Okay, that's fun. Maybe we should go somewhere private, just the three of us. I happen to have a room here, so just come with me."

We should really talk this over, but because of his charmingly dominant demeanor, we are like putty in his hands. He pays the tab before we even realize it and stands up. "Are you coming?"

The three of us walk out of the bar, and you and I exchange glances of nervous excitement. A couple is waiting by the elevator, and when it opens, the five of us step inside. The couple quickly gets out, and suddenly, the sexual tension is palpable. You were leaning against me, but as soon as the elevator doors close, you move toward him. You touch each other, sharing a careful first kiss, immediately followed by a passionate French kiss. For a moment, you pull away to check with me if everything is still okay, and I nod in confirmation. Your chestnut leaks pre-cum, and my mouth is dry. I don't want you to stop.

We step out on the top floor; it turns out your daddy is renting the penthouse. We both compliment the beautiful interior, a bit clumsy from the tension. He makes a drink for you and pours whiskies for himself and me. He points me to a chair and guides you to the couch. He sits with you, and you guys start kissing again.

You check in with me one more time, and I assure you it’s good. Your hands explore each other's bodies, and you feel him slowly getting hard in his pants. You stand up, pull him along with you, and begin to untuck his shirt. You undo his belt and drop his pants. Then, you motion for me to join you.

You start kissing me while his hands explore your body, grabbing your breasts and your ass. You take my shirt off and pull my pants down, too. There stand your two men for the evening: your daddy, a big, hot guy in tight black boxers with the contours of a beautiful cock already showing, and your cucky—also hot, but different—wearing sexy women's underwear with a cage clearly visible underneath.

He and I look at each other from head to toe, and he grins. "So, Tiana, you guys really do play fun games."

"Yes, very fun games, and tonight you can join in."

I am secretly a bit impressed by his body, and that feeling only grows when you drop to your knees and pull his boxers off. You grab his cock, give it a little kiss, and lick it. You look up at me with shining eyes and a small smile.

"How does he taste, Sun?" I ask.

You take his half-hard cock out of your mouth. "He tastes delicious, chestnut of mine."

His dick is big, but not too big, and as you blow him, you try to deepthroat him. You just miss the mark, to which your daddy reacts, "That's a lot easier with your husband, I bet?"

"Yes, that goes much easier," you laugh, blowing me a kiss afterward.

You lick and kiss the side of his shaft, keeping your eyes on me. Then you take his balls in your mouth, teasingly jerking him off at the same time.

"Maybe your cucky can help you with that, Tiana."

I swallow hard—what is he saying? But you apparently like the sound of that. Your eyes grow wide with glee as you let his balls pop out of your mouth.

"Yes, chestnut, I could definitely use your help with this."

You stand up and press your body against mine while still jerking him off with one hand. You kiss me deep in my neck and whisper in my ear, "If you help me, I'll let my chestnut free later, I promise."

"Even better—then you get to play with yourself."

I haven't cum in weeks, and I can't decline this offer. "Alright, Sun," I mumble halfway through our kiss.

You clearly love this. You drop back down to your knees, pulling me down with you. We sit there side by side on our knees, with a big cock right in front of our faces. You start blowing him again but stop when you notice I'm still sitting there staring wide-eyed.

"Go ahead, sweetie, I'll help you."

You start kissing me with an open mouth and lots of tongue; it's wild but delicious. Suddenly, I feel something else join in. You slowly guided him toward us, and now our tongues meet each other, but also his head. I taste a bit of pre-cum—which wasn't what I was afraid of. But the idea of that whole thing in your mouth is intimidating. Your tongue glides over the side of his shaft, and I simply mirror you. We are French kissing with a cock right in between us.

He groans in enjoyment and encourages us. "Keep going, you two, you're doing great."

Suddenly greedy, you start sucking him properly, taking his dick almost entirely into your mouth. With nothing left for me, I slide down a bit and start licking his balls. I take them into my mouth for a moment, and combined with your sucking, it pulls a deep moan from him.

"You're not going to cum yet, right?" you ask, almost disappointed.

"No, we need to take it easy."

He steps back, grabs his whisky, and watches us from a slight distance. "Give us a little show, you two."

We are still kneeling, looking at each other in surprise. Then we start kissing, forgetting the entire setting for a moment. Just for a second, we're in our own bubble.

"Bravo. Tiana, now I want your husband to eat you out."

Your dress had already come off earlier, but you were still wearing your panties. You take them off now, spreading your legs wide on the couch while I crawl toward you. I kiss your thighs and your lips, then begin to lick. You are wetter than ever and moan against my tongue. I slip one finger inside, then another. You get wetter and louder; I suspect you're going to cum soon.

I slip two fingers of my other hand into your mouth, and you suck them completely wet. I quickly lick your little star and press a finger against it. It slides inside smoothly, and I daringly add a second one, which miraculously works. With two fingers in both holes, I keep licking and sucking. I feel your orgasm building.

And then you cum. I feel your little star squeezing around my fingers, which I slowly pull out. I keep teasingly licking you, just like always, because I love it when you squirm, and I want to make sure I’ve gotten everything out of you.

Applause rings out. "Well, that was a good performance. Time for the main event."

"Thank you, sweetheart," you whisper to me.

Your daddy is standing by the couch, leaning over you. "Tiana, I think he's earned a front-row seat, don't you?"

"Yes, that was delicious. He eats me out so well."

He steps directly in front of you, his cock right in your face, and you immediately start blowing him.

"Good with his tongue, huh? I want to test that out myself."

He glances over his shoulder at me, and I know exactly what I need to do. I love rimming, and even though it's a man, it's less intimidating than sucking a cock. While you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth, I position my head by his ass. With my hands, I softly part his cheeks and breathe in his scent. I bury my face between his cheeks, stick my tongue out, and quickly find his little star. I can breathe easily through my nose while I steadily and lustfully lick him. He clearly enjoys this—even more than the first time.

Now that my face is buried between his cheeks, my hands are free again. Instinctively, my hand reaches for his balls, where it meets yours. For a moment, our fingers intertwine, as if we're pausing to appreciate this bizarre, incredibly horny moment. I keep kneading his balls with one hand while my other hand trails down your leg. I stroke your thigh and find my way to your pussy.

You're already playing with yourself with one hand, while your other hand wraps around his shaft right below your mouth. I hear you moan, I hear him moan, and I feel the front of my thong getting soaked with pre-cum. Your sounds get louder, and a second orgasm isn't far behind.

As you cum, you stop jerking and sucking him, which is a good thing because your daddy is dangerously close to finishing. I notice him pushing his ass backward to feel my tongue even deeper, but then he abruptly stands up. He grabs his whisky, takes his woman for the evening, and walks toward the bedroom.

"Tiana, do you want him to come watch?"

"Maybe later. Sorry, sweetiepie," you say, a little shyly, blowing me a kiss.

You both disappear from sight, but the door is left open, and I can hear your sounds. Something that sounds like kissing, and then two bodies falling onto the bed. Then, the calm before the storm—right before he penetrates you. I hear your sigh. Or is it a moan? He probably feels huge to you, but soon your moans change. They are different from the sounds you make when I fuck you. It sounds more like when I take you with the strap-on. But even more intense.

After a few minutes, the rhythm becomes steady, and my mind wanders. I drink my whisky, standing in front of the penthouse window, enjoying the view. The city is so beautiful at night. And here I stand, with your chestnut caged, a plug inside me, wearing a thong. Could someone see in here? What would they think, I wonder... but quickly decide I don't care. I hope they enjoyed the show we put on. I know I did.

I think about how we ended up here. How it started with me putting myself in a cage while you were in Tuscany. How Pandora's box opened, unleashing all our kinks. How you opened yourself up, going along with it, taking it a step further each time until we suddenly ended up here. Was this too far? Too crazy? It’s an adventure, and we did it together.

Suddenly, I hear a familiar sound from the bedroom—the hum of a vibrator. Even though I can't see it, I picture him taking you from behind while you hold a vibrator to your clit. Over the buzzing, I hear your moans getting louder until you finally reach orgasm number three. I hear you both collapse next to each other on the bed. I've been lost in thought, but I don't think I've heard him cum yet. He says something to you that I can't quite make out.

Then you call out, "Come here, chestnut."

I walk into the master bedroom and see you both lying on the king-size bed. He's stretched out with his arm behind his head, his cock still proudly erect. You're curled up against him, your head resting in the nook of his shoulder. You look dazed, gazing with a blissful, almost ecstasy-like infatuation in your eyes. The room smells like sex. Delicious.

Your daddy asks, "Tiana, what is something you two never do sexually?"

"Um, I don't really know," you stammer.

"Okay, then I'll ask him. What do you guys never do?"

"Anal," I mumble.

"And why not?"

"Tiana is quite tight, and it hurts."

"Tiana, if I know how to make it feel amazing for you, would you do me this favor?"

Ever since your vacation in Tuscany, you promised yourself you wouldn't please men unless you genuinely wanted to. And anal isn't necessarily something you're open to. But there's something exciting about giving your daddy an experience your chestnut doesn't get.

"How would that work?" you ask.

"A little poppers and numbing lube do wonders. Just trust me."

How can you trust someone after one evening, you wonder, but it still feels okay.

"Do you mind, chestnut?" you ask me—which is sweet, but unnecessary. Everything is your choice.

"Of course not, Sun. Everything revolves around you."

Your daddy rummages through a bag and hands you the poppers. You take a hit hesitantly, but as you feel his fingers slip into your pussy, you relax. Almost tenderly, he starts eating you out while continuing to finger you. Beside him is a small pump of lube; he squirts some onto his fingers. Slowly, he rubs it in, massaging your little star. Carefully, he slips a first finger inside, drawing a soft moan from you.

He keeps this up for a bit, maybe five or six minutes, before a second finger follows. Another moan, slightly louder than the first, but it doesn't sound like pain. He licks and fingers you for a few more minutes before pushing a third finger inside. This seems a bit more sensitive, but he takes his time, licking steadily. Judging by the sound of his tongue, your pussy must be soaking wet. Eventually, he slides his pinky in as well, which goes much smoother than expected.

After almost half an hour of anal foreplay, he decides you're ready. And you feel brave enough to try. Daddy lies back, and you blow him until he's rock hard. Then, you straddle him, riding his cock with your cunt. For the first time in ages, I see a dick in your pussy (since I've been on quite a dry spell myself). It looks magical from behind, watching your lips stretch around his shaft.

"Come here, chestnut," you say. I leave the doorway where I've been standing the whole time and walk to the bed.

As you fuck him, you pull my head toward you, and we kiss. Your hand trails teasingly over my body. You pinch my left nipple, then my right. Your hand slides lower, gripping your caged chestnut tightly through my thong.

"Do you see how a real dick fucks me?" you ask teasingly.

"Yes, I see it, Sun. You deserve this."

We kiss a little longer, and then you sit up. You position his head against your little star and press it carefully inside. It looks uncomfortable for a second, but once the head slips in, the rest isn't so bad. You take your time getting used to the feeling. Slowly rocking your hips, his cock glides inside bit by bit. You only take half of it, because that's deep enough.

Then I see you making longer strokes, bigger movements. You start riding him faster and harder, and you actually seem to be enjoying it. Your eyes are closed—at first from the slight pain, but soon from the pleasure. Your mouth falls open, and soft little sounds fill the room. My mouth is open too, partly in amazement, but mostly in pure pleasure. I am thoroughly enjoying watching you enjoy yourself.

Daddy is getting dangerously close and has to restrain himself to stop thrusting. You fuck him with increasing passion, astonishingly taking more and more of his cock inside you.

"I'm almost going to cum," daddy mumbles.

"Wait a little longer, daddy," you beg, not wanting it to stop.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the vibrator. I turn it on and press it against your clit.

"Oh, my chestnut," you sigh. You pull me toward you, and we kiss again.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I can feel that you're on the edge, and suddenly your orgasm hits, much faster than expected. As you cum, daddy finishes too, shooting his load deep inside your little hole. For the second time tonight, you collapse next to him on the bed. For a moment, the world seems to stand still; there is only silence. I have no idea how long it lasts—my sense of time has been completely destroyed by tonight's events.

You open your eyes and meet my gaze. "Chestnut, you know what you have to do."

We have a rule that I always swallow the cum, but until now, it was always my own.

"Yes, Sun," I say, my voice a mix of desperation and excitement. I move my head between your legs.

"No, daddy first."

With a slight, fresh wave of reluctance, I lick his cum off his stomach and balls, then take his semi-erect cock into my mouth. This flavor profile is entirely new to me, but the mix of your ass and his cum deserves a Michelin star. When he's perfectly clean and the taste fades, I move down to your little hole—the Sun of my Sun. I start licking, and god, it's delicious. As my tongue laps the cum off the duvet and out from between your cheeks, I feel you bear down just a little bit, pushing more out for me to clean.

"Thank you, sweetheart, that's perfect," you say sweetly, stroking my head. I climb into bed next to you both, and the three of us lie there for a while. He’s the big spoon, I’m the little spoon, and you are right in the middle.

I have no idea how long we laid there or if we fell asleep, but suddenly we both startle awake. There's a knock at the door: "Room service."

We realize daddy isn't in bed anymore, but we hear him open the door.

"Good morning. That looks delicious, I'm starving." Daddy walks into the bedroom in a bathrobe, looking well-rested, and greets us. "I ordered some for you two as well."

We untangle ourselves from the bed and slip into the bathrobes folded on the table at the foot of the bed. "I hope you guys are hungry." The table is covered in an amazing spread—a luxury breakfast complete with champagne. You and I are still a bit overwhelmed by everything that happened last night, especially the things we did. We sit there staring somewhat sheepishly, feeling a bit of shame.

"Did you guys enjoy it as much as I did?" daddy asks.

"Yes," you answer, suddenly very enthusiastic.

"And you?"

"Yes, me too," I confess, my cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, chestnut. I'm proud of you," you say encouragingly, giving me a kiss.

"I do this quite often, usually alone with the wife," daddy says. "And if the husband joins in, it's usually a classic MFM threesome. But I really liked this dynamic, so I propose we do it again. I'll be back in town in two weeks."

You and I haven't had a single second to evaluate everything yet, so we can't make any promises.

"We'll have to check our schedules, okay?"

Daddy rummages through his jacket draped over a chair and hands you his business card. "Here's my number. Just call or text me."

After breakfast, we quickly get dressed and say our goodbyes. He shakes my hand and gives a little tap to your caged chestnut. He gives you one last kiss.

"See you in two weeks."

"See you in two weeks."

We don't say a word on the subway, but we lean heavily against each other. I press soft kisses into your hair, still smelling the sex on your skin. Sitting diagonally across from us is a couple in their seventies.

"Oh, look at those two lovebirds. That used to be us," the woman says.

I highly doubt that, I think to myself, smiling. We walk home hand in hand. The moment we step through the front door, we immediately start kissing and cuddling in the hallway.

"God, I love you so much."

"And I love you even more."

"Do we have to evaluate it right now?" I ask.

"Shh, come upstairs with me," you say.

In the bedroom, we hold each other and kiss some more. We lie down on the bed, and I ask what your favorite part of the night was.

"Anal really surprised me; it actually ended up feeling incredibly good. But you amazed me the most, my chestnut. I never thought I'd see you suck a cock, and I certainly never thought we'd both find it so hot."

"I honestly didn't expect it either, but it just happened, Sun."

"And what was your favorite part, sweetheart?"

"Definitely that last bit. Watching you ride him and finish on his cock with your little star."

"Let's relive that, then. Grab the blindfold and the strap-on with the smallest dildo."

We kiss as we help strip each other out of our clothes. You laugh a little when you're reminded that I'm wearing a thong. I hand you the blindfold and pull the strap-on harness on.

"Lick my little star first, then carefully use lots of lube and slip your fingers inside, one by one."

I eat you out for a while, and after fifteen minutes, I have three fingers deep inside your little hole.

"Okay, fuck my little ass, baby."

I carefully press the dildo against your little star, letting you push back onto it. Bit by bit, the silicone glides inside. Daddy's cock last night was quite a bit thicker, so the dildo slips in rather easily.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby. I never would have thought. Fuck me, fuck me harder. Do you want the Wand too?"

"Yeeees."

I grab the Wand and hand it to you. With the vibration against your clit and the strap-on fucking your ass, you cum fast. We lie next to each other, and you look at me with eyes full of love. "Maybe I'll become an anal fan after all."

"Does that mean I can do it sometimes too?"

"No, I’d barely feel my little chestnut after what I'm used to now," you say with a wicked grin. "Besides, I like knowing there are now two places on my body you've never been."

"Two places?"

"Yes, my little hole—and there's a spot deep in my pussy that you can't reach, but others can," you tease with a wink. "Okay, now it's my turn. Or rather, your turn," you say enthusiastically. "So you thought that last part tonight was really hot to watch, sweetheart?"

"Yes, extremely hot, Sun."

"Okay, take the strap-on off and hand it to me."

I look at you in surprise; you've never worn the strap-on before. You lie on your back, the dildo standing proudly erect.

"Just sink down onto me, my chestnut."

I rub lube all over the dildo and my little hole. I straddle your stomach and give you a kiss.

"Thank you, cutie."

"Just enjoy it, baby."

Carefully, I maneuver the dildo inside me. Bit by bit, I lower myself down and begin to rock my hips. You find the sight highly entertaining, judging by the massive smile on your face. We keep going for a few minutes, exchanging sweet words between kisses. I watch your hand reach for the Wand and hear the click of the power button. You press the vibrating head against your caged chestnut. As I keep fucking myself on your strap-on, I feel it building.

"I'm almost going to cum, is that allowed, Sun?"

"Yes, I'm going to count down. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2.5... 2... 1.5... 1 and a quarter..."

"Aaaah."

You pull the Wand away just in time to watch my cum seep out of your chestnut and drip onto your stomach.

"That wasn't at zero! Penalty points!"

"I'm sorry, it felt too good."

"It's okay, baby. Now clean up your mess!"

I climb off you and lick your stomach clean. It's Sunday morning, and we're lying naked in each other's arms. Exactly like we do every Sunday, but today feels entirely different.

We are on an adventure. We went to the museum and the cinema, then had a nice dinner, grabbed some drinks, and now we're having a nightcap somewhere in a hip bar. You look insanely sexy in a beautiful little outfit (maybe a little dress), and your breasts command the attention of the men in the room. Your chestnut is caged, and I'm wearing a plug along with a pair of your panties under my suit, because we dressed up fancy. You, of course, are wearing the little key and your sun earrings.

I just went to the restroom. It took a moment to find, and there was a line, so I've been gone for a while. In the meantime, two men have sat down next to you, one on each side, and they are openly flirting with you. Drinks are being offered, jokes and laughs exchanged. It's a competition for your attention, and you are thoroughly enjoying it. I have walked back in the meantime and am watching this scene from a distance with great pleasure. Your smartwatch vibrates, and you look at your phone to read this:

"I see beautiful things happening, sweetie. Choose the hottest or tastiest one and wave the other off. I'll keep watching from here for a bit."

Caught up in the attention, you had forgotten about me for a brief moment. That isn't a bad thing, but suddenly you spot me standing on the other side of the room with a satisfied grin. You make your choice, turn your back to one guy, and place your hand on the knee of your daddy for the evening. The other dude wanders off, and daddy makes his move. He subtly places his hand on your back and strokes you, trailing slowly down to your lower back and the top of your ass, without grabbing your buttocks too aggressively.

Your daddy is a bit older—late forties, early fifties. A silver fox with a beautiful head of thick hair and a 5 o'clock shadow. He is about 6'1" or 6'2", well-dressed, and a smooth talker. Not necessarily dominant, but he does things like order your drink without asking you. Normally you would find this annoying, but he is gallant and charming. You two talk and laugh, and your hand slides a little higher up his leg.

Suddenly he laughs as he looks at your little key. You wonder if he knows what it means, or maybe not? You blush a little, especially when he asks with a grin and a wink, "Is your husband here too?"

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"If that little key means what I think it does, then you guys play fun games."

Your cheeks turn even redder, and you nod your head in my direction. Your daddy looks at me, and I turn pale, feeling caught. He motions me over, and I join you two.

"Well, well, so you're a hotwife, Tiana. And this must be your cuckold?"

Both of us stammer out some sort of confirmation.

"Okay, that's fun. Maybe we should go somewhere private, just the three of us. I happen to have a room here, so just come with me."

We should really talk this over, but because of his charmingly dominant demeanor, we are like putty in his hands. He pays the tab before we even realize it and stands up. "Are you coming?"

The three of us walk out of the bar, and you and I exchange glances of nervous excitement. A couple is waiting by the elevator, and when it opens, the five of us step inside. The couple quickly gets out, and suddenly, the sexual tension is palpable. You were leaning against me, but as soon as the elevator doors close, you move toward him. You touch each other, sharing a careful first kiss, immediately followed by a passionate French kiss. For a moment, you pull away to check with me if everything is still okay, and I nod in confirmation. Your chestnut leaks pre-cum, and my mouth is dry. I don't want you to stop.

We step out on the top floor; it turns out your daddy is renting the penthouse. We both compliment the beautiful interior, a bit clumsy from the tension. He makes a drink for you and pours whiskies for himself and me. He points me to a chair and guides you to the couch. He sits with you, and you guys start kissing again.

You check in with me one more time, and I assure you it’s good. Your hands explore each other's bodies, and you feel him slowly getting hard in his pants. You stand up, pull him along with you, and begin to untuck his shirt. You undo his belt and drop his pants. Then, you motion for me to join you.

You start kissing me while his hands explore your body, grabbing your breasts and your ass. You take my shirt off and pull my pants down, too. There stand your two men for the evening: your daddy, a big, hot guy in tight black boxers with the contours of a beautiful cock already showing, and your cucky—also hot, but different—wearing sexy women's underwear with a cage clearly visible underneath.

He and I look at each other from head to toe, and he grins. "So, Tiana, you guys really do play fun games."

"Yes, very fun games, and tonight you can join in."

I am secretly a bit impressed by his body, and that feeling only grows when you drop to your knees and pull his boxers off. You grab his cock, give it a little kiss, and lick it. You look up at me with shining eyes and a small smile.

"How does he taste, Sun?" I ask.

You take his half-hard cock out of your mouth. "He tastes delicious, chestnut of mine."

His dick is big, but not too big, and as you blow him, you try to deepthroat him. You just miss the mark, to which your daddy reacts, "That's a lot easier with your husband, I bet?"

"Yes, that goes much easier," you laugh, blowing me a kiss afterward.

You lick and kiss the side of his shaft, keeping your eyes on me. Then you take his balls in your mouth, teasingly jerking him off at the same time.

"Maybe your cucky can help you with that, Tiana."

I swallow hard—what is he saying? But you apparently like the sound of that. Your eyes grow wide with glee as you let his balls pop out of your mouth.

"Yes, chestnut, I could definitely use your help with this."

You stand up and press your body against mine while still jerking him off with one hand. You kiss me deep in my neck and whisper in my ear, "If you help me, I'll let my chestnut free later, I promise."

"Even better—then you get to play with yourself."

I haven't cum in weeks, and I can't decline this offer. "Alright, Sun," I mumble halfway through our kiss.

You clearly love this. You drop back down to your knees, pulling me down with you. We sit there side by side on our knees, with a big cock right in front of our faces. You start blowing him again but stop when you notice I'm still sitting there staring wide-eyed.

"Go ahead, sweetie, I'll help you."

You start kissing me with an open mouth and lots of tongue; it's wild but delicious. Suddenly, I feel something else join in. You slowly guided him toward us, and now our tongues meet each other, but also his head. I taste a bit of pre-cum—which wasn't what I was afraid of. But the idea of that whole thing in your mouth is intimidating. Your tongue glides over the side of his shaft, and I simply mirror you. We are French kissing with a cock right in between us.

He groans in enjoyment and encourages us. "Keep going, you two, you're doing great."

Suddenly greedy, you start sucking him properly, taking his dick almost entirely into your mouth. With nothing left for me, I slide down a bit and start licking his balls. I take them into my mouth for a moment, and combined with your sucking, it pulls a deep moan from him.

"You're not going to cum yet, right?" you ask, almost disappointed.

"No, we need to take it easy."

He steps back, grabs his whisky, and watches us from a slight distance. "Give us a little show, you two."

We are still kneeling, looking at each other in surprise. Then we start kissing, forgetting the entire setting for a moment. Just for a second, we're in our own bubble.

"Bravo. Tiana, now I want your husband to eat you out."

Your dress had already come off earlier, but you were still wearing your panties. You take them off now, spreading your legs wide on the couch while I crawl toward you. I kiss your thighs and your lips, then begin to lick. You are wetter than ever and moan against my tongue. I slip one finger inside, then another. You get wetter and louder; I suspect you're going to cum soon.

I slip two fingers of my other hand into your mouth, and you suck them completely wet. I quickly lick your little star and press a finger against it. It slides inside smoothly, and I daringly add a second one, which miraculously works. With two fingers in both holes, I keep licking and sucking. I feel your orgasm building.

And then you cum. I feel your little star squeezing around my fingers, which I slowly pull out. I keep teasingly licking you, just like always, because I love it when you squirm, and I want to make sure I’ve gotten everything out of you.

Applause rings out. "Well, that was a good performance. Time for the main event."

"Thank you, sweetheart," you whisper to me.

Your daddy is standing by the couch, leaning over you. "Tiana, I think he's earned a front-row seat, don't you?"

"Yes, that was delicious. He eats me out so well."

He steps directly in front of you, his cock right in your face, and you immediately start blowing him.

"Good with his tongue, huh? I want to test that out myself."

He glances over his shoulder at me, and I know exactly what I need to do. I love rimming, and even though it's a man, it's less intimidating than sucking a cock. While you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth, I position my head by his ass. With my hands, I softly part his cheeks and breathe in his scent. I bury my face between his cheeks, stick my tongue out, and quickly find his little star. I can breathe easily through my nose while I steadily and lustfully lick him. He clearly enjoys this—even more than the first time.

Now that my face is buried between his cheeks, my hands are free again. Instinctively, my hand reaches for his balls, where it meets yours. For a moment, our fingers intertwine, as if we're pausing to appreciate this bizarre, incredibly horny moment. I keep kneading his balls with one hand while my other hand trails down your leg. I stroke your thigh and find my way to your pussy.

You're already playing with yourself with one hand, while your other hand wraps around his shaft right below your mouth. I hear you moan, I hear him moan, and I feel the front of my thong getting soaked with pre-cum. Your sounds get louder, and a second orgasm isn't far behind.

As you cum, you stop jerking and sucking him, which is a good thing because your daddy is dangerously close to finishing. I notice him pushing his ass backward to feel my tongue even deeper, but then he abruptly stands up. He grabs his whisky, takes his woman for the evening, and walks toward the bedroom.

"Tiana, do you want him to come watch?"

"Maybe later. Sorry, sweetiepie," you say, a little shyly, blowing me a kiss.

You both disappear from sight, but the door is left open, and I can hear your sounds. Something that sounds like kissing, and then two bodies falling onto the bed. Then, the calm before the storm—right before he penetrates you. I hear your sigh. Or is it a moan? He probably feels huge to you, but soon your moans change. They are different from the sounds you make when I fuck you. It sounds more like when I take you with the strap-on. But even more intense.

After a few minutes, the rhythm becomes steady, and my mind wanders. I drink my whisky, standing in front of the penthouse window, enjoying the view. The city is so beautiful at night. And here I stand, with your chestnut caged, a plug inside me, wearing a thong. Could someone see in here? What would they think, I wonder... but quickly decide I don't care. I hope they enjoyed the show we put on. I know I did.

I think about how we ended up here. How it started with me putting myself in a cage while you were in Tuscany. How Pandora's box opened, unleashing all our kinks. How you opened yourself up, going along with it, taking it a step further each time until we suddenly ended up here. Was this too far? Too crazy? It’s an adventure, and we did it together.

Suddenly, I hear a familiar sound from the bedroom—the hum of a vibrator. Even though I can't see it, I picture him taking you from behind while you hold a vibrator to your clit. Over the buzzing, I hear your moans getting louder until you finally reach orgasm number three. I hear you both collapse next to each other on the bed. I've been lost in thought, but I don't think I've heard him cum yet. He says something to you that I can't quite make out.

Then you call out, "Come here, chestnut."

I walk into the master bedroom and see you both lying on the king-size bed. He's stretched out with his arm behind his head, his cock still proudly erect. You're curled up against him, your head resting in the nook of his shoulder. You look dazed, gazing with a blissful, almost ecstasy-like infatuation in your eyes. The room smells like sex. Delicious.

Your daddy asks, "Tiana, what is something you two never do sexually?"

"Um, I don't really know," you stammer.

"Okay, then I'll ask him. What do you guys never do?"

"Anal," I mumble.

"And why not?"

"Tiana is quite tight, and it hurts."

"Tiana, if I know how to make it feel amazing for you, would you do me this favor?"

Ever since your vacation in Tuscany, you promised yourself you wouldn't please men unless you genuinely wanted to. And anal isn't necessarily something you're open to. But there's something exciting about giving your daddy an experience your chestnut doesn't get.

"How would that work?" you ask.

"A little poppers and numbing lube do wonders. Just trust me."

How can you trust someone after one evening, you wonder, but it still feels okay.

"Do you mind, chestnut?" you ask me—which is sweet, but unnecessary. Everything is your choice.

"Of course not, Sun. Everything revolves around you."

Your daddy rummages through a bag and hands you the poppers. You take a hit hesitantly, but as you feel his fingers slip into your pussy, you relax. Almost tenderly, he starts eating you out while continuing to finger you. Beside him is a small pump of lube; he squirts some onto his fingers. Slowly, he rubs it in, massaging your little star. Carefully, he slips a first finger inside, drawing a soft moan from you.

He keeps this up for a bit, maybe five or six minutes, before a second finger follows. Another moan, slightly louder than the first, but it doesn't sound like pain. He licks and fingers you for a few more minutes before pushing a third finger inside. This seems a bit more sensitive, but he takes his time, licking steadily. Judging by the sound of his tongue, your pussy must be soaking wet. Eventually, he slides his pinky in as well, which goes much smoother than expected.

After almost half an hour of anal foreplay, he decides you're ready. And you feel brave enough to try. Daddy lies back, and you blow him until he's rock hard. Then, you straddle him, riding his cock with your cunt. For the first time in ages, I see a dick in your pussy (since I've been on quite a dry spell myself). It looks magical from behind, watching your lips stretch around his shaft.

"Come here, chestnut," you say. I leave the doorway where I've been standing the whole time and walk to the bed.

As you fuck him, you pull my head toward you, and we kiss. Your hand trails teasingly over my body. You pinch my left nipple, then my right. Your hand slides lower, gripping your caged chestnut tightly through my thong.

"Do you see how a real dick fucks me?" you ask teasingly.

"Yes, I see it, Sun. You deserve this."

We kiss a little longer, and then you sit up. You position his head against your little star and press it carefully inside. It looks uncomfortable for a second, but once the head slips in, the rest isn't so bad. You take your time getting used to the feeling. Slowly rocking your hips, his cock glides inside bit by bit. You only take half of it, because that's deep enough.

Then I see you making longer strokes, bigger movements. You start riding him faster and harder, and you actually seem to be enjoying it. Your eyes are closed—at first from the slight pain, but soon from the pleasure. Your mouth falls open, and soft little sounds fill the room. My mouth is open too, partly in amazement, but mostly in pure pleasure. I am thoroughly enjoying watching you enjoy yourself.

Daddy is getting dangerously close and has to restrain himself to stop thrusting. You fuck him with increasing passion, astonishingly taking more and more of his cock inside you.

"I'm almost going to cum," daddy mumbles.

"Wait a little longer, daddy," you beg, not wanting it to stop.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the vibrator. I turn it on and press it against your clit.

"Oh, my chestnut," you sigh. You pull me toward you, and we kiss again.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I can feel that you're on the edge, and suddenly your orgasm hits, much faster than expected. As you cum, daddy finishes too, shooting his load deep inside your little hole. For the second time tonight, you collapse next to him on the bed. For a moment, the world seems to stand still; there is only silence. I have no idea how long it lasts—my sense of time has been completely destroyed by tonight's events.

You open your eyes and meet my gaze. "Chestnut, you know what you have to do."

We have a rule that I always swallow the cum, but until now, it was always my own.

"Yes, Sun," I say, my voice a mix of desperation and excitement. I move my head between your legs.

"No, daddy first."

With a slight, fresh wave of reluctance, I lick his cum off his stomach and balls, then take his semi-erect cock into my mouth. This flavor profile is entirely new to me, but the mix of your ass and his cum deserves a Michelin star. When he's perfectly clean and the taste fades, I move down to your little hole—the Sun of my Sun. I start licking, and god, it's delicious. As my tongue laps the cum off the duvet and out from between your cheeks, I feel you bear down just a little bit, pushing more out for me to clean.

"Thank you, sweetheart, that's perfect," you say sweetly, stroking my head. I climb into bed next to you both, and the three of us lie there for a while. He’s the big spoon, I’m the little spoon, and you are right in the middle.

I have no idea how long we laid there or if we fell asleep, but suddenly we both startle awake. There's a knock at the door: "Room service."

We realize daddy isn't in bed anymore, but we hear him open the door.

"Good morning. That looks delicious, I'm starving." Daddy walks into the bedroom in a bathrobe, looking well-rested, and greets us. "I ordered some for you two as well."

We untangle ourselves from the bed and slip into the bathrobes folded on the table at the foot of the bed. "I hope you guys are hungry." The table is covered in an amazing spread—a luxury breakfast complete with champagne. You and I are still a bit overwhelmed by everything that happened last night, especially the things we did. We sit there staring somewhat sheepishly, feeling a bit of shame.

"Did you guys enjoy it as much as I did?" daddy asks.

"Yes," you answer, suddenly very enthusiastic.

"And you?"

"Yes, me too," I confess, my cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, chestnut. I'm proud of you," you say encouragingly, giving me a kiss.

"I do this quite often, usually alone with the wife," daddy says. "And if the husband joins in, it's usually a classic MFM threesome. But I really liked this dynamic, so I propose we do it again. I'll be back in town in two weeks."

You and I haven't had a single second to evaluate everything yet, so we can't make any promises.

"We'll have to check our schedules, okay?"

Daddy rummages through his jacket draped over a chair and hands you his business card. "Here's my number. Just call or text me."

After breakfast, we quickly get dressed and say our goodbyes. He shakes my hand and gives a little tap to your caged chestnut. He gives you one last kiss.

"See you in two weeks."

"See you in two weeks."

We don't say a word on the subway, but we lean heavily against each other. I press soft kisses into your hair, still smelling the sex on your skin. Sitting diagonally across from us is a couple in their seventies.

"Oh, look at those two lovebirds. That used to be us," the woman says.

I highly doubt that, I think to myself, smiling. We walk home hand in hand. The moment we step through the front door, we immediately start kissing and cuddling in the hallway.

"God, I love you so much."

"And I love you even more."

"Do we have to evaluate it right now?" I ask.

"Shh, come upstairs with me," you say.

In the bedroom, we hold each other and kiss some more. We lie down on the bed, and I ask what your favorite part of the night was.

"Anal really surprised me; it actually ended up feeling incredibly good. But you amazed me the most, my chestnut. I never thought I'd see you suck a cock, and I certainly never thought we'd both find it so hot."

"I honestly didn't expect it either, but it just happened, Sun."

"And what was your favorite part, sweetheart?"

"Definitely that last bit. Watching you ride him and finish on his cock with your little star."

"Let's relive that, then. Grab the blindfold and the strap-on with the smallest dildo."

We kiss as we help strip each other out of our clothes. You laugh a little when you're reminded that I'm wearing a thong. I hand you the blindfold and pull the strap-on harness on.

"Lick my little star first, then carefully use lots of lube and slip your fingers inside, one by one."

I eat you out for a while, and after fifteen minutes, I have three fingers deep inside your little hole.

"Okay, fuck my little ass, baby."

I carefully press the dildo against your little star, letting you push back onto it. Bit by bit, the silicone glides inside. Daddy's cock last night was quite a bit thicker, so the dildo slips in rather easily.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby. I never would have thought. Fuck me, fuck me harder. Do you want the Wand too?"

"Yeeees."

I grab the Wand and hand it to you. With the vibration against your clit and the strap-on fucking your ass, you cum fast. We lie next to each other, and you look at me with eyes full of love. "Maybe I'll become an anal fan after all."

"Does that mean I can do it sometimes too?"

"No, I’d barely feel my little chestnut after what I'm used to now," you say with a wicked grin. "Besides, I like knowing there are now two places on my body you've never been."

"Two places?"

"Yes, my little hole—and there's a spot deep in my pussy that you can't reach, but others can," you tease with a wink. "Okay, now it's my turn. Or rather, your turn," you say enthusiastically. "So you thought that last part tonight was really hot to watch, sweetheart?"

"Yes, extremely hot, Sun."

"Okay, take the strap-on off and hand it to me."

I look at you in surprise; you've never worn the strap-on before. You lie on your back, the dildo standing proudly erect.

"Just sink down onto me, my chestnut."

I rub lube all over the dildo and my little hole. I straddle your stomach and give you a kiss.

"Thank you, cutie."

"Just enjoy it, baby."

Carefully, I maneuver the dildo inside me. Bit by bit, I lower myself down and begin to rock my hips. You find the sight highly entertaining, judging by the massive smile on your face. We keep going for a few minutes, exchanging sweet words between kisses. I watch your hand reach for the Wand and hear the click of the power button. You press the vibrating head against your caged chestnut. As I keep fucking myself on your strap-on, I feel it building.

"I'm almost going to cum, is that allowed, Sun?"

"Yes, I'm going to count down. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2.5... 2... 1.5... 1 and a quarter..."

"Aaaah."

You pull the Wand away just in time to watch my cum seep out of your chestnut and drip onto your stomach.

"That wasn't at zero! Penalty points!"

"I'm sorry, it felt too good."

"It's okay, baby. Now clean up your mess!"

I climb off you and lick your stomach clean. It's Sunday morning, and we're lying naked in each other's arms. Exactly like we do every Sunday, but today feels entirely different.

My fiancee and I had a big talk today, a relationship reviewing. Choirs, finances, all pasted, and of course: sex. Our confessions:

- I said the frequency is low (once a week together)

- she thinks sex is too much of a hassle

- she doesn't have energy for half an hour

- she masturbates four times a week when I shower

- I masturbate five times a week when she's asleep

- we masturbate separately only an hour apart

- we now want to masturbate together more often

- I find blowjobs too intense

- she will not blow me again until asked

- I like her two finger handjob best

- I love eating her pussy

- my favorite act is eating her ass (she: "noted!")

- none of us mentioned fucking or penetration

This was so good, so lovely, so great 🥰

[EDIT: fixed some typos]