Wife’s 3-way Night of Revenge

Dear FemdomU Forum,

I never thought I would be writing to you, sharing my most intimate and humiliating experience, but after what happened to me, I feel compelled to tell my story. My name is Philip and I am a 42-year-old man living in Montreal. I am a successful businessman, married to my beautiful wife Natalie for 15 years. We have always had a great sex life, but little did I know that one day, she would teach me a lesson in humiliation that I will never forget.

It all started when I made the grave mistake of pissing off my wife. I don’t remember what I said or did, but it must have been bad enough for Natalie to want revenge. She had always been a bit of a dominatrix in the bedroom, but this time, she took it to a whole new level. She came to me with a devilish glint in her eye, a wicked smile on her lips, and an idea that would change everything.

She whispered in my ear, her voice low and seductive, about her desire to tie me up and take control. Despite my initial hesitation, she was persuasive and the idea of being completely at her mercy was thrilling. We had experimented with light bondage before, so I gave in, thinking it would be a sexy and enjoyable adventure for both of us. Little did I know, this was only the start of my education in humiliation.

Natalie instructed me to undress and lay on our bed, where she proceeded to bind my wrists and ankles to the bedposts with a length of rope she had retrieved from the nightstand. Then she gagged me with a ball gag, another new toy. I should have realized then that she had planned this encounter all along. My heart raced with a mixture of excitement and fear, knowing that I was completely at her mercy. The anticipation of what she would do to me was almost unbearable.

However, instead of fulfilling my fantasies, Natalie revealed that she had invited someone else to join us. As she straddled me, her long black hair cascading down her bare shoulders, she seductively whispered in my ear about their arrival. My mind raced with possibilities, imagining all sorts of naughty scenarios involving a third party.

But nothing could have prepared me for what transpired.

Natalie got off the bed and walked towards the bedroom door, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. My eyes followed her, trying to catch a glimpse of who she was going to bring in. Maybe her friend Ginger from work? Or maybe the hot blonde who just moved in down the street?

My heart stopped as the door swung open, revealing Juan, the 19-year-old son of our next-door neighbor. His dark, chiseled features were accentuated by a mischievous grin that sent shivers down my spine. I was struck with a confusing mix of shock, anger, and arousal at the sight of him standing in our bedroom. I had always found Juan attractive, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my wife bringing him, or any man, to our bedroom. Before I could even process what was happening, Natalie slammed the door shut behind her and strode over to Juan, her hand boldly tracing his muscular chest. My blood boiled with a mixture of rage and desire. My body was bound to the bed, my limbs rendered useless as I watched Natalie and Juan’s slow, tantalizing movements. The room was charged with a mix of emotions – jealousy, excitement, and desire – all pulsing through my veins like electricity.

Natalie’s soft whispers in Juan’s ear made me ache with envy and longing. His piercing gaze caught mine for a moment, his grin filled with an unspoken challenge before he turned his attention back to my wife.

It was surreal, watching them undress each other with such intensity and passion. My heart raced in my chest as I took in every detail – Natalie’s curves and curves and Juan’s chiseled muscles, his skin glistening with sweat under the dim light of our bedroom.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Tied to my own bed, helpless and yet completely aroused by the scene unfolding before me. And as I watched them, I couldn’t help but admire Juan’s raw sexuality – from his tousled dark hair to his full lips and the desire burning in his eyes.

Natalie’s body was a masterpiece, lithe and toned with a natural beauty that radiated in the soft light of our bedroom. She was adorned in a lacy black lingerie set, every inch of her curves accentuated to perfection, transforming her into a goddess before my eyes. The lust in her gaze was palpable as she gazed at Juan, her fingers tracing his muscular arms as if to claim him.

And then, without hesitation, Natalie dropped to her knees in front of Juan and began to suck his cock. It was in that moment that I truly saw how well-endowed he was, his size almost too much for my mind to comprehend. My eyes widened as I watched her take him into her mouth, her lips gliding up and down his length with skill and precision. Even though she couldn’t fit all of him in, she relentlessly tried and even gagged on occasion. The sounds of Juan’s moans filled the room, his hands tangled in Natalie’s hair as he thrust deeper into her mouth, lost in pure pleasure.

I was both aroused and humiliated as I watched my wife pleasure another man. I wanted to look away, to close my eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening, but I couldn’t. I was completely captivated, my own cock throbbing with desire. I again made eye contact with Juan, his fucking cocky smirk made me pull against my restraints. I tried to yell out for them to stop, but Juan’s grin only widened at my muffled pleas. He grabbed my wife by the back of her head and shoved his cock down her throat, holding her there for a moment while he stared at me in the eye. He let go and Natalie pulled her head up, slobber trailing from her lips to his cock. She smiled at him as she stood up and motioned for him to move to the bed. He did, right next to me.

Natalie then stood up and climbed onto the bed, straddling Juan’s lap as she continued to kiss and touch him. Her hips were grinding against his, and I could see his large cock pressing against her. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched them, but I couldn’t deny that it was also incredibly hot.

Without warning, Natalie dismounted Juan and walked towards me, never breaking eye contact. She straddled my lap, her damp underwear rubbing against my erection. Removing the gag, she leaned in to kiss me, the taste of Juan on her lips only heightened my arousal. I wanted to show her that I was still in charge by kissing her more intensely, but I couldn’t. My hands were bound, and I was completely at her mercy.

Natalie then shifted her body so she was facing me while sitting on my lap. She began to grind against me, her moans growing louder as she rubbed herself against me. Behind her, Juan stood with his hands on her hips, watching as she pleasured herself on my lap.

I was filled with both desire and frustration. I longed to touch and kiss her, to take control, but I was unable to do anything while bound. All I could do was watch as she used me for her own pleasure. And just when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer, she abruptly stopped and got off my lap, leaving me aching and craving more.

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Natalie slowly remove her panties and stuff them into my gaping mouth. She then straddled Juan’s lap, facing him with a seductive smirk on her lips. As she guided his throbbing cock into her slick wetness, I could hear his moans of delight mingling with her own pleasure-filled gasps.

With each powerful thrust, I felt a surge of mixed emotions – anger, betrayal, and yet undeniable arousal that made me want to join in on the action. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight before me. My wife, riding another man’s cock with such fluidity and abandon, her head thrown back in ecstasy while I stood there as a helpless spectator.

And then it happened – Juan grunted and exploded inside my wife, while she continued to ride him with wild abandon. A twisted mix of jealousy and intense arousal coursed through my veins as I watched them lose themselves in the throes of passion, knowing that I could never compete with the pleasure he was giving her.

My own desire for release surged through me as I watched Natalie dismount Juan and approach me. Her skin glistened with a mixture of sweat and his cum, which dripped from her as she straddled my face and commanded me to lick her clean. A wave of disgust washed over me at the thought of tasting another man’s seed,

But I was powerless to resist as she smothered my face with her thighs. Gasping for air, I frantically complied with her demands, my tongue delving deep into her core to expel every trace of Juan’s release. With Juan watching on, I obediently cleaned every drop of his semen out of my wife’s pussy, furiously lapping up the creamy liquid, angry that I was helpless to resist. I felt her orgasm building and suddenly, I was gasping for air, drenched in a potent mixture of their juices that overwhelmed my senses and left me reeling.

And then, just like that, it was over. Natalie untied me and Juan left, leaving me alone with my wife. She looked at me with a look of triumph in her eyes, and I could see that she had achieved her goal of humiliating me. But in that moment, I couldn’t deny that I was also incredibly turned on.

We have never talked about that night, and we have never invited Juan back into our bedroom. But I will never forget the lesson in humiliation that Natalie taught me. And although I never thought I would enjoy being dominated and humiliated, that experience has opened up a new world of pleasure for me.

Sincerely,

Philip.