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ABBY’S SWINGIN’ GOOD TIME

 

By Lisa Rains

  

  

  

 

I’m looking at some of the hottest photos I’ve ever taken and my pussy is tingling with the memories they’re bringing back.

 

Here’s one of my fun-loving friend Abigail and her strong, dreamy lover Pete slapping her neglectful husband Mel’s bare tail.

 

In this other one, poor Mel is naked on his hands and knees. Pete sits proudly and assertively astride his bare back. Abby is sucking Pete’s enormous hard cock and playfully bouncing his balls. With her free hand, she’s tickling her hubby’s ass and teasing him about the pleasure she’s giving to her lover.

 

And here’s another one: Pete is leading naughty Mel on a leash like a dog – making him “heel” as Abby and I laugh and shiver with excitement. I took it from the back so you can see both men’s sexy bare asses – Mel is crawling; Pete is walking him, making him bark! Wow! You can almost drink in the testosterone.

 

  

But alas, I’m getting ahead of myself.

 

  

It all started about noon last Saturday, My husband Jody was out of town on business and I was alone, feeling bored and sex-starved when my phone rang.

 

It was my best friend and next-door neighbor Abigail. She’s one of the few women I can honestly say is as wild as I am. The two of us are sensuous, dominant wives. Our husbands are our total sex slaves and we make them cater to our every whim. We’ve had lots of fun over the two years we’ve known each other, spanking our husbands together and making them entertain us. Sometimes we make them wrestle each other nude, or we make them lie side by side and jack their big pricks while we watch and cheer and make bets on which one of them is going to shoot first. Sometimes we sit on their faces and just talk our girl talk for hours as they pleasure us with their lips and tongues.

 

We’re allowed to have lovers – and believe me we do – but our boys have to give all their time, devotion and attention to us.

 

But again, I digress.

 

So anyway, last Saturday, Abigail calls me up, bubbling over with excitement and says, “What are you doing right now?” I told her I was lying here going out of my mind with boredom and sexual frustration.

 

“I have just the cure for you,” she says, giggling. “Come on over. And bring your camera. Pete is coming over!” Before I could ask her to elaborate, she hung up.

 

Believe me, I didn’t hesitate. Pete is one of Abby’s lovers, the most unbelievable, dreamboat stud you’ve ever seen. I’ve always been a little jealous of her because he really turns me on. He’s the definitive Alpha Male – big, strong, rugged and, from what she’d told me, hung like a horse. I’d been dying to get a look at that huge cock of his. He’s fucked Abigail many times and she says he’s one of the few men she can’t control or dominate. He’s so macho and so strong he can make her do anything and she’s powerless to resist. Luckily he likes her wild spirit and gets a kick out of watching her dominate Mel.

 

So as I say, I didn’t hesitate. I pulled on my sexiest bikini hoping it would turn Pete on and grabbed my digital camera.

 

I found Abby in her high-fenced, secluded backyard, also in a brief bikini, lounging in a lawn chair, sipping a lemonade.

 

I should tell you at this point that both Abigail and I are beautiful – it’s how we keep control of our husbands. They are just putty in our hands, victims of our beauty. She’s a blonde; I’m a brunette. Both of us are tanned and gorgeous.

 

  

Mel was mowing the lawn, clad only in his tight white jockey shorts. And believe me, he’s a looker. He’s slim and handsome with an athletic build – but not bulked-up and powerful like a football player, more like a swimmer or a tennis player (tight and firm without being imposing). And as he pushed the mower around, I was enjoying the outline of the sizable “package” in the front of those undies. That part of him IS big.

 

I sat down in the chair beside Abigail and she made Mel bring me a lemonade.

 

When he went back to his mowing, I asked her what was going on.

 

She smiled mischievously and whispered: “Mel has been really naughty lately and needs some extra punishment.”

 

“What did he do?” I asked her, intrigued and excited at the prospect of watching the action.

 

“The other night, I sat on his face and told him to give my ass and pussy a three-hour kissing and licking while I browsed through Playgirl Magazine,” she told me. “But after just two and a half hours, he told me his tongue was too tired to continue.”

 

“Wow!” I said, “I certainly hope you gave him a good paddling for that.”

 

“Oh yes,” she said, “I made him lean over the sofa and gave his cute bare bottom a good long workout with my hairbrush. Then I greased up the brush handle and stuck it up his ass and made him stay like that while I sat reading for an hour. Every so often, I’d reach over and wiggle the brush just for fun. So he got punished for that. But then, just last night, he did the unthinkable.”

 

“What’s that?” I asked.

 

“He was fucking me and actually came before I did!”

 

“Why that’s an outrage!” I said.

 

“Right. So I called Pete and told him about it. He told me that any man who could be so selfish needs an extra jolt of discipline and that he’s just the guy to administer it for me. I felt a little tingle in my pussy when he said that. I asked him what he had in mind but he just asked me if I still had the tire swing in the yard. I told him yes and he said, ‘See you tomorrow.’ He told me to make sure Mel was wearing his dog collar. I wonder what he has in mind.”

 

I looked at the big oak tree in the middle of the yard. On one of the strongest branches, there’s a big truck tire hanging from a rope. The bottom of the tire sits high -- about five feet from the ground.

 

“I wonder why he wanted to know about that.” I said. But in my mind I was already forming an idea.

 

“I guess we’ll see. But whatever happens, I think it will be fun to give him an added dose of humiliation by having a series of snapshots to commemorate the occasion.”

 

“Oooh, you’re such a wicked gal,” I said, laughing.

 

“And if the pix are good – which I know they will be – we will make sure you get a special reward.”

 

“Ahh,” I said. I didn’t know what she was planning but knowing her I knew it would be incredible fun. (And it turned out that’s an understatement.)

 

About an hour went by. Abigail and I sipped our lemonade and talked about our favorite subject: Men and sex and how good it was to be sexually cared for.

 

About one fifteen, the backyard gate swung open and Pete sauntered in. He was dressed in tight black swim trunks – not “Speedo” brief, but snug-fitting. He wore an open leather vest, also black, and his enormous chest, arms and shoulders were glistening with sweat in the heat of the day.

 

And below his flat tight stomach, was the largest bulge you can imagine. He looked like a Roman warrior -- muscles like steel. He might have been too masculine and threatening-looking to be attractive were it not for his sparkling blue eyes and playful smile. It was clear why Abigail was so crazy about him. He could melt any woman’s heart.

 

But on the other hand, I wouldn’t want to be any man who crossed him. He looked as though he could dominate anyone – man or woman – and bend them to his will. He smiled at Abby and me and strode over to us.

 

Curled loosely around his right hand, he carried what looked like a dog leash.

 

Mel stopped his mowing and looked over, frowning. It was pretty clear he wasn’t happy to see Pete. Abigail told me that she often has Mel “get her ready” for her dates with Pete – making him lick her pussy to get her lubed. She tells him, “Get me good and juicy. I want Pete’s big dick to slide in nice and easy.”

 

She also makes him caress her tits before Pete comes to pick her up. “Pete loves to see my nipples stand up pert and hard for him,” she tells Mel. “I’m going bra-less tonight, so lick and kiss them good. I want them to look great against the front of my tank top!”

 

So obviously, Mel wasn’t exactly glad to see this Adonis in his yard. But if he thought he’d felt humiliation at this man’s hands before, he had no idea how much worse it was going to be today.

 

“Lisa is going to chronicle the day’s events with her camera,” Abby told Pete.

 

Pete laughed and touched my face. “Perfect!” he said, and I felt a shiver run through my body. Then he fearlessly knelt and kissed Abby’s bare thighs. She sighed and I could see the gooseflesh spread all down both her legs.

 

“Mmmm!” she said, “That feels divine.”

 

Mel had stopped his mowing now and his face was red with jealousy and frustration. Pete winked at me and then turned to Mel. “What are you looking at?” he asked.

 

Mel’s face tightened but he didn’t say anything.

 

“Come over here,” he commanded. And, hesitantly, Mel approached us standing at the foot of Abigail’s chair.

 

It was only then that I noticed that Abby, as per Pete’s instructions, had indeed put a leather dog collar around his neck.

 

“Your wife has some beautiful legs, man.” Pete told Mel boldly, and ran his tongue up along the inside of Abby’s thigh, from just above her right knee to the bottom of her bikini. Again the goose bumps were visible. And again she moaned with pleasure, “Ahhh!” she said. “That drives me crazy.”

 

I know she said it in part to taunt Mel, but I have a sneaky suspicion she would have moaned like that anyway. I certainly know I would if a stud like that were tonguing my leg.

 

Pete looked up and smiled at Mel. “So Abby tells me you were a little selfish with her the other night. Is that right?”

 

Mel was really looking uncomfortable. But he was smart enough to know not to give this strong stud any sass. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said.

 

Pete stood up and walked right up to him, towering over him. “I hear you came before Abby the other night,” he said, “and I think you need to learn not to do that.”

 

And suddenly, he grabbed Mel and the two of them began to wrestle and struggle.

 

Now this is just a theory, but I think Pete was deliberately taking his time in getting Mel on the ground. He is so much stronger and more powerful, I know he could have managed to get him down in seconds. But I think he was sort of showing off, letting Abby and I watch the “fight” go on a little, knowing it would turn us on.

 

And indeed, it was very hot to watch these male “animals” struggle with each other. Both Abigail and I have always loved to watch men wrestle. We watched, turned on and fascinated as they strained their muscles against each other.

 

Finally, Pete took him down, put him on his back and sat straddling his chest on the grass. He pinned his arms with his knees and gave him a couple wake-me-up slaps across the face – stinging but not too hard – and told him. “You are going to be my doggy today.”

 

Abigail laughed her devilish laugh and Mel blushed with shame at letting his wife see him so thoroughly dominated. Pete hooked the leash onto Mel’s collar and said. “Now I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl along beside me.”

 

I laughed involuntarily at Pete’s boldness. I was really coming to life with anticipation. I grabbed my camera.

 

One thing I can say about Pete: He sure knows how to get the most humiliation and embarrassment out of the simplest situation. When Mel, was on all fours, Pete hooked his hands in the waistband of Mel’s briefs and yanked them down to just above his knees, baring that gorgeous ass for Abigail’s and my viewing pleasure.

 

Then he said: “Bark puppy!” and Mel, red in the face, said “Arf arf.” Abigail, Pete and I laughed like crazy.

 

“Good doggy,” Pete teased. “Now heel.” and he led his “dog” toward the tire swing.

 

I grabbed my camera, overwhelmed with excitement by the sight of those gorgeous, strong male asses from behind. When Pete noticed me taking the pix, he looked over his shoulder and flashed his sexy smile. Then he teasingly pulled the back of his own trunks down, exposing those strong, gladiator buns.

 

So there I was, shaking so much I could hardly focus the camera, snapping shots of those powerful males – their briefs down and bottoms bare -- moving tauntingly away from me. Poor Mel, with his undies down to just over his knees, was having trouble crawling fast enough to keep up with his “master.” But instead of having pity on him, Pete kept smacking his bottom with the end of the leash, saying “Stay with me, Puppy.”

 

Abby and I laughed shamelessly, still sitting in our lawn chairs. “I just can’t explain what it is that makes me so hot watching my husband taken in hand like this, but my pussy is wringing wet,” Abby said.

 

“Mine too,” I said. “I think there’s something primal and erotic about it. In every species, males have always competed for females. I think there’s something in our biology that gets us turned on by the sight of one male dominating another.”

 

Abby unexpectedly leaned over and gave me a gentle, playful kiss right on my mouth. “You’re so serious!” she said. And we both laughed. But there was something about the feel of her kiss that heightened my sense of arousal.

 

We watched as Pete led his doggy to the tire swing. He stopped and positioned Mel, still on all fours, just under the tire and waved Abigail and me over.

 

We got up and hurried over to watch the action.

 

“Okay,” Pete told Mel, “I want you to sit up and beg to be put in the swing.” He made Mel rise up on his knees, still with his underpants down below his thighs, and put his hands up, wrists bent like paws in front of his chest, tongue out, panting. His face was red with embarrassment, but oddly, maybe because he knew Abby and I were watching, his big dick was standing up straight and hard. The sight of it was wildly exciting to me. I snapped several pictures of him with his tongue AND his cock sticking out.

 

Then, Pete picked him up bodily and laid him on his stomach in the tire. It was quite a sight, believe me. Mel’s cock was inside the tire, his feet and face down and his creamy white ass up and vulnerable. His underpants slipped down to just below his knees. A more helpless man you have never seen.

 

Pete smiled at me. His swim suit was pulled back up over his ass by this time, I had still not seen his cock. But there was no disguising that he was aroused, and that Abby hadn’t exaggerated about the size of his dick. The imprint of that more-than-ample thing was pressed hard against the crotch of those trunks. I could hardly wait to see it

 

“I want you to take some before-and-after photos of his ass,” Pete told me. “It’s nice and pale white now. But it’s not going to stay that way for long. I think it will be nice to record the results of our efforts.”

 

I snapped pix as Pete and Abigail posed on either side of their captive slave, beaming happily into the camera. Pete spun the tire around so Mel’s ass was pointing directly at me and he and Abby each placed a hand on one of his upper legs, just under his ass cheeks. Cruelly and teasingly, Abigail tickled his asshole with her finger, as if she were going to suddenly ream him. She playfully bounced his balls and cooed “Poor baby.” Then laughed.

 

Pete spoke to Mel: “Okay,” he said. “Since you were such a bad and selfish boy, Abby and I are going to redden your fanny to make sure you never again cum before she does.” And with that, he gave Mel’s ass a hard slap with the palm of his hand. The sound of it reverberated all through the yard.

 

I jumped, startled at the resounding smack, then giggled in spite of myself as Mel yelped. I took a close-up shot of Mel’s ass and there was Pete’s bright red handprint clearly embedded on the creamy white flesh.

 

Pete pulled the swing out a few feet and had Abby stand facing him about eight feet away.

 

Then he gave Mel another hearty spank and shoved him over to Abby. He put a spin on the tire so that when it got to her, Mel’s tight sexy tail was pointing right at her. Laughing, she gave Mel a smack and pushed him back to Pete.

 

I know it’s mean of me to say so, but it was really hot to watch – hot AND funny. Pete and Abigail sort of made a contest out of it, trying to see who could spank the hardest. But it was really no contest.

 

When Abby gave Mel her spank, Mel squealed a little at the sting of it. But when Pete smacked him he really bellowed. His legs kicked like crazy and he begged them to let him out.

 

But Pete didn’t take any pity on him. They kept the swinging spanking going for hours, long into the afternoon, pushing Mel back and forth between them and taking turns slapping his ass. Sometimes they were laughing so hard they could barely give him a good swat. But other times, they really landed some hard smacks.

 

Finally, Abigail said, “My hand is starting to sting.” I could see Mel breathe a sigh of relief, thinking the spanking was over. But no such luck.

 

“Yeah, me too,” Pete said. “Let’s go get some switches.”

 

And, leaving Mel dangling in the swing, the two of them started walking around the yard inspecting the other trees for small branches that would work as switches.

 

I don’t know what possessed me, but I set the camera down and followed Abby to the tree where she was selecting her switch. When she turned to face me I brushed her long blond hair away from her face and told her: “I am so turned on! I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my life.”

 

She smiled at me. “Oh my God yes! It’s so much fun. I hope you’re getting some good hot pix.”

 

I touched her face again and said: “And you look so beautiful in your take-charge mood. I…. I just…”

 

And all of a sudden, I was kissing her, holding her body against mine. And to my relief and delight, she kissed me back with real passion.

 

She put her hand on my right breast and rubbed the nipple teasingly as her lips grazed my ear. “I have to admit,” she whispered, “that even as I was spanking Mel and delighting in watching the masterful job Pete was doing on him, I was also very aware that you were watching and it was turning me on.”

 

“You’re so beautiful!” I kept saying, and all at once I was aware that the fingers of my right hand had found their way down into the waistband of her bikini bottoms and I was stroking her soaking wet cunt.

 

I don’t know how long we stayed like that: Kissing and sighing and rubbing each other. But at one point I heard a click and realized that Pete had found my camera and was taking photos of us. We must have been a sight. My bikini bra was down to just above my belly button, tits exposed as Abigail ran her hand from one to the other, encircling the nipples – first lightly; then firmly -- with her fingers. Her bikini bottoms were down below her heavenly ass, her legs were spread as I pressed my hand against her clit, occasionally letting my middle finger slide in and out of her hot, sopping pussy.

 

Pete was grinning broad and happy. “Man this is really entertaining,” he said. He watched us for awhile and had us pose in various erotic positions. At one point, Abby bent down and took my left breast into her mouth and ran her tongue tauntingly around the nipple. In one photo, I’m holding her against me with her back to me. My left hand is cupping and stroking her right breast. My right hand is still down stroking and fingerfucking her lubed-up snatch. Both our eyes are closed and we’re clearly in another world.

 

 

 

At last, it was time to get back to Mel. I resumed the camera work and Pete and Abby got back to the spanking – this time using switches instead of their hands.

 

Mel’s ass was fire-engine red by this time but still Pete was not ready to show him any mercy. Abby and I would both laugh as Pete made him kick his legs frantically with every swat.

  

 

When Pete pushed the swing over to Abby, she held her switch high over her head and brought it down on Mel’s ass with terrific force, making him cry out.

 

Finally as the sun was going down, Pete stopped the swing and said, “Well, I guess he’s had enough.” And he again pointed Mel’s poor bottom in my direction.

 

Abby touched it and pulled her hand away, laughing, as if she had accidentally touched a hot stove. “Wow,” she said, “It’s so hot it burns me.” We all laughed at that one – all except Mel that is.

 

Pete made Mel promise to always wait until Abigail cums before cumming himself. And to never let down and quit when she wants him to give her head.

 

He had me take some “after” shots with Pete and Abby in the same poses as before. And indeed, the contrast was black and white (well, I guess I mean RED and white).

 

Then Pete lifted Mel out and made him get back down on his hands and knees. As if to add to his humiliation, Abigail clasped her hands together and put them to the side of her head like a rescued damsel and told Pete: “My hero! What a gallant knight you are. How can I show you my appreciation?”

 

“Well,” Pete said, “How about giving me a little head?”

 

My heart leapt at hearing him say it. I was finally going to get a look at this humongous prick I’d been hearing so much about.

 

And I wasn’t disappointed, believe me. Pete made Mel get up on his knees and kneel beside him. He stood facing Abby and me and told Mel: “Your wife wants to suck my huge cock. I think it would be a nice gesture if you took it out for me.”

 

“What??!” Mel said.

 

“You heard me,” Pete told him. “I want you to take my trunks down and expose it for her. Why should I have to go through the effort of taking my own pants down when I have a slave boy to do it for me. Now unwrap my dick for her right now or you’re going back in the tire swing.”

 

Poor Mel was as red-faced and humiliated as he’d been all day (and THAT’S saying something). But he reached up and slowly pulled Pete’s swimsuit down freeing the hardest, longest, thickest cock I have even seen. I actually thought I might faint at the size of it. It stood up like a gargantuan baseball bat and his great balls hung majestically down. Making Mel continue to slide his trunks down all the way to his feet, Pete stepped out of them and gave that gigantic thing a few slow strokes.

 

I could barely operate the camera. My tongue was hanging out in amazement. Abigail laughed and clapped her hands. “Is he a bull or what?” she asked me.

 

I couldn’t even talk. All I could do was stare in wonder at it.

 

Pete made Mel get back down on all fours and he sat casually on his back, straddling him backwards so that his balls rested on the small of Mel’s back, just inches from that poor red ass. Then, he gestured Abigail to come over and she didn’t lose any time. She hurriedly dropped to her knees and, resting her hands on Mel’s glowing bottom, she took that huge thing in her mouth and started sucking for all she was worth. I actually felt a moment of sympathy for Mel. Here he was freshly conquered and spanked. Now he had to listen to the enthusiastic sounds of his wife sucking his conqueror’s enormous penis.

 

All the while Pete was teasing him, saying. “Oh man she is really getting after my big dick. She can really suck cock. I bet she never gets after yours like this.”

 

As she worked on him, she teasingly let the fingers of her left hand, tickle Mel’s asshole. Such humiliation!

 

But I had little time to sympathize with Mel because the sight of Abby sucking and jacking that great huge thing was giving me the shivers.

 

Finally, Pete grabbed Abby’s hair and roughly, but not too roughly pushed her back on her back on the grass.

  

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He admonished Mel: “You just stay right here on your hands and knees and watch how a real woman should be fucked. This is how a real man does it.”

 

He ordered me sit on Mel’s back and take pictures.

 

Then, after giving Abigail’s dripping pussy a minute or two of kissing and licking. He mounted up. He knelt between her legs and shoved that massive, rock hard tool into her and I swear people in the next county could hear her moan. I sat on Mel’s back with the camera, shaking with passion and watched him work on her.

 

He started with long, slow, smooth, strokes, coming almost all the way out of her (just the tip staying inside), then sliiiiiding coolly back in. Gradually, he increased the speed, thrusting that magnificent ass hard and fast, pumping in and out filling her ALL the way up. Riding her like a cowboy rides a bronc. Abigail was going out of her mind, making the funniest sounds. It sounded like “Unnng Unnnng Ahhhh!”

 

I know Mel had never heard her go so wild. And to add to his shame, I know he could feel the wetness of my pussy on his back, knowing I was aroused just from watching. (I had long ago slid out of my bikini.)

 

For some reason, I felt wicked and devilish. I kept teasing him, saying things like: “Oh man, your wife is getting the fucking of her life isn’t she? He’s burying that immense cock of his in her all the way up to the hilt. How does it feel to watch her getting plowed by a real man?” Or “Be glad it’s her cunt he’s riding and not your ass. He could do you if he wanted to.”

 

Finally Abby started cumming and as soon as he heard her screams of ecstasy, Pete started cumming too. It seemed to go on for ten minutes.

 

Finally he collapsed with exhaustion on her. But not before I got some excellent shots of that powerful ass thrusting in and out of her.

 

 

 

When the sun was down we all went inside Mel and Abigail’s house. Pete kissed Abby and asked if there was anything else he could do.

 

“Well,” Abby said, “I think Lisa deserves a reward for her hard work, don’t you?”

 

“Yes,” Pete said.

 

And I will never forget that “reward” as long as I live.

 

The four of us went into the bedroom. Pete laid me down, nude on my back on the kingsize bed with my legs over the side and ordered Mel to kneel with his face between my legs.

 

He made him lick and kiss my pussy (and believe me, he gives incredible head). Every so often, I would pull my knees up to my chest and make him kiss and tickle my asshole with the tip of his tongue. It sent thrilling waves all over me.

 

Meanwhile Pete and Abby lay, one on either side of me, and took turns, trading off, kissing my mouth and tonguing my tits.

 

  

They kept me cumming for hours.

 

 

 

 

  

  

  

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