Dale waits. Tied to a chair inside the bedroom closet, he doesn't have much choice. All he can do is watch as his dominant wife Emma and her switch friend Sandra have some kinky fun. In front of him, and in front of the plumber who came to fix the sink. By the time the two vixens are done, the young plumber will get a tip he'll never forget. And all submissive husband Dale can do is watch.
'“Oh! Oh! Oooooohhh!†Sandra screamed, her body thrashing in the sheets as much as her bondage would allow. Her orgasm seemed to utterly overwhelm her, to sweep through her entire body like a wind-fanned forest fire, and she bucked and thrashed like an animal. If Dale hadn’t known any better, he might have thought Sandra was in pain. But he did know better. She was overcome by a pleasure unlike any he’d ever known, an annihilating ecstasy that was beyond anything he could imagine. And it just kept going. Emma had slowed down her thrusts as Sandra came, but she had not relented. While the tied woman struggled to regain her breath, Emma’s hand came down on Sandra’s raised backside with a crack that echoed around the room. Sandra yelped at the unexpected pain, so closely following such intense pleasure. “Naughty girl,†Emma hissed, “messing up my bed sheets with your cum. You’re here for my pleasure, not yours, slut.†“Yes, Goddess,†Sandra panted. Her eyes were screwed shut, her brow furrowed, her mouth open as she rocked back and forth beneath Emma like a ragdoll. Dale watched his wife increase the pace, the bright red dildo glistening with Sandra’s thick cum as it slid in and out of her dripping pussy. Emma’s stamina was impressive as she began to pick up the pace again. The soft flesh of Sandra’s smooth ass rippled slightly as Emma continued to pound her remorselessly. As Emma’s own moans and gasps steadily increased, Sandra puffed and panted her way to another shuddering orgasm, her cries splitting the air as a renewed wave of pleasure washed over her. She tossed on the bed like driftwood on the shoulders of a storm, her body a mere vessel for pleasure, both hers and Emma’s. And Dale’s, too, if her were being honest. If he could have touched his cock, if he even had something, anything, to rub it against, he would have cum, there and then. But Emma was too clever for that. He was trapped, with no relief, watching the hottest display he’d ever seen in his life through eyes glazed with lust. Sandra’s pussy clamped down on Emma’s strap-on hungrily as it ravaged her, unwilling to let go of the pleasure that contorted her body. Emma threw back her head and cried out, driving the dildo as deep as it would go into Sandra’s pussy as she shuddered, and came. Dale’s breathing came heavily through his nostrils as he watched the two women cum together. It was unbearably beautiful to watch, the sight of two wild female orgasms right in front of him, the smell of their sex in the air. His cheeks burned. He couldn’t remember ever making a woman cum the way Emma had made Sandra cum just now with her dildo. It was bad enough being his wife’ slave, and Sandra’s. But the idea that Emma could fuck a woman better than he could made him burn with shame. As he watched the whites of Sandra’s eyes show as they rolled back in her head, he knew it was true. A noise at the bedroom door made both women turn their heads. Sandra looked startled, craning her neck to see with her head pressed down against the mattress, her green eyes shining from within a tangle of blonde hair. Emma stood, her red cock shining as it slipped easily free of Sandra’s clinging pussy, making the bound woman moan again. Dale thrashed in his chair, the ties digging into his skin as the chair creaked beneath him. From inside the closet, he couldn’t see what the women could. His heart throbbed. He watched as Emma’s flushed face broke into a wide smile. “Hi,†she said brightly. “Come on in.â€'