ANOTHER MAN'S LAP - (MF MMF Spank Wife) by ALX
We met them at our local pub when they sat in the bar stools
next to ours. They were an attractive couple, physically fit
and about our age. They struck up a conversation with us, saying
they were new in town and could we recommend a good restaurant.
They were easy to talk to, and both Laura and I felt an instant
connection with them.
Karl was a tall man, well built, masculine, and well dressed
in a loose fitting shirt and pants. He had a deep voice and a
strong, almost dominating, presence. He sat next to Laura and
throughout the night gave her plenty of attention, offering compliments
and occasionally touching her arm. At times they seemed to be
having a private conversation. When he swiveled in his stool
and pressed his thigh against hers, I noticed that she didn't
object or move her leg. It was easy to see that she found him
attractive, and to be honest, I was a little bit jealous.
His wife Cynthia was equally attractive, but smallish, petite,
and much quieter. She sat on the stool on his other side, wearing
a short skirt that exposed her toned legs. Throughout the night
Karl kept his hand on her bare thigh, seemingly keeping her legs
apart. At first his hand remained near her knee, but as the night
progressed his hand slid up higher until it reached just under
her skirt.
The pub had had a jukebox, and when a sensual R&B song played,
Karl pushed his stool back, grabbed Cynthia's hand, and said,
"Time to dance." His abruptness caused her to spill her drink.
She placed the glass on the bar and swiveled in her stool. As
she brushed the dampness from her skirt her legs parted, revealing
a white panty under her skirt. Laura caught me looking and nudged
me in the stomach. Karl also caught me looking; he looked in
my eyes but said nothing.
On the dance floor Karl wrapped his arms around his wife who
almost melted in his embrace. They danced slow, sensually, grinding
their bodies into each other. His hands rested on her lower back
but by the time the song ended they dropped down to her ass;
she offered no resistance. I have to admit - they put on a pretty
sexy show.
Back at the bar Karl talked about their recent relocation. He
explained why they moved to our town, how they found the house,
the problems with their closing, and all the work they had been
doing moving in and fixing it up. Then he suggested we stop by
'for a peek' since it was just two blocks from the pub. "You'll
be our first guests." We tried to protest but he wouldn't hear
of it.
Neither Laura nor I were ready for the evening to end, and since
it was a perfect night for a walk we finally agreed. I held Laura's
hand as we followed them to a small but well-maintained corner
house. Once inside, Karl gave quick tour of the downstairs while
Cynthia went upstairs to change. In the kitchen Karl opened a
bottle of white wine and handed us cold beers, then led us into
the living room. We sat on a large, overstuffed sofa; Karl sat
in a wide chair across from us. Cynthia returned from upstairs
in a sheer blouse with no bra, and tight black yoga pants that
wrapped her butt like cellophane. "Much better," she said as
she walked towards a corner table.
"You gotta love yoga pants," Karl joked.
"Oh, he does," Laura said as she squeezed my thigh.
"They sure highlight a woman's ass." Karl just smiled as his
wife playfully pushed her butt out for us to admire. "And look
at that awesome ass!"
Slightly embarrassed, she stopped posing. She walked over to
him, gave him a peck on the cheek, and squeezed herself into
his chair.
"Are you an ass man?" Karl asked me.
The question took my by surprise - he was so blunt, so direct
- but before I could say anything Laura answered for me: "Oh,
most definitely."
"Most men are. It's a primeval sexual impulse." With this the
conversation turned to sex, carefully guided there by Karl. At
first it was mostly generalities - the difference between men
and women, the change in fashions and attitudes, the popularity
of "50 Shades of Gray". But gradually Karl got more personal,
letting us know about their sex life. He said that for them sex
seemed to get better as they got older, that they enjoyed an
active and interesting sex life, that Cynthia was quite the 'willing
and able' bed partner. Through all this, Cynthia sat quietly.
When he began asking questions about our sex life - about how
adventurous we were - Laura grew quiet and squeezed my hand tightly.
Clearly uncomfortable with the openness of the topic she welcomed
Cynthia's offer of a second beer, hoping the break would bring
a change of subject.
Cynthia headed to the kitchen and returned with a round of drinks.
She handed us our beers, then walked to the chair. She set her
glass on one side table. As she leaned over Karl to set his glass
on the other side table, he gave her butt an ungentle slap. To
us he said, "Isn't it surprising how many women enjoy a good
spanking?" He grabbed her wrist to keep her in position, but
continued talking to us. "Which is why '50 Shades' was so popular.
I'm guessing most women are like Cynthia here -sexually submissive.
She'll do almost anything I ask her to."
He tried to gauge our reaction. Had he shocked us? Offended us?
Scared us away? Realizing that he hadn't, he continued: "And
she enjoys a good ass spanking - the harder the better." He looked
at his wife approvingly, then turned to us. "Do you ever spank
Laura?" he asked me.
Again Laura squeezed my hand tightly. I knew she didn't want
me to answer, and normally I wouldn't have, but being a little
buzzed from the beers and a little turned on by the situation
I was ready to go where Karl led us. "Sometimes."
"Does she enjoy it?"
"Yes, she does."
"Do you enjoy doing it?"
"Yes. I do."
"Is she like Cynthia? Is she sexually submissive?"
I knew we were discussing Laura as if she weren't in the room,
but Karl was controlling the conversation. Peripherally I saw
that my wife was staring at the floor. I gave her a few seconds
to stop me, but there was only silence. "Yes, she is," I finally
answered. Laura released the pressure on my hand. Her legs, which
had been parted only an inch or two, now closed tightly.
Karl was still holding his wife's wrist with his right hand.
With his left hand he began rubbing her ass through the yoga
pant. His hand moved in a seductive circular motion. Laura and
I watched in silence.
"Cynthia will do anything I ask her to do. Will Laura do anything
you ask her?"
I thought about this for a second. Again I waited for Laura to
object, but her lack of response revealed the true answer: "Yes,
I think she will."
Karl then slapped his wife's butt, hard. To me, he asked, "Do
you enjoy seeing other women spanked?"
Hopeful to see what I thought I was about to see, I nodded.
He looked up at this wife: "I want to show them." Cynthia glanced
at us as if to see if we objected. When we didn't she took a
step to his side, then gracefully slipped onto his lap. She lowered
herself to rest her stomach on his lap. Her knees almost touched
the floor. At first her arms hung down, touching the floor, but
without being instructed she crossed them behind her back.
"She's well trained," Karl told us. He grabbed her wrists with
his left hand, and held up his right hand, open palm above her
rear. "How many, Laura? How many shall I give her?"
Both he and I then looked at Laura, awaiting her reply. Even
Cynthia - who had been looking down at the floor - turned to
look. Laura hesitated. Karl waited patiently until I placed my
hand on Laura's shoulder and said, "Answer him."
And she did: "Ten."
Karl smiled. Then he grabbed the waistband of Cynthia's yoga
pants, and with a sharp tug he yanked them over half her butt,
exposing most of her ass and a pink thong. When she raised her
torso up from his lap he pulled the pants lower, about halfway
down her thighs. He was right - she had a great ass: firm and
round.
Then his hand came down, not too hard. "One," Cynthia let out,
counting without being instructed. Karl lifted his hand again
and looked at us. He slapped her again, harder this time (we
could tell by the volume), and Cynthia counted 'two'. Karl rested
his hand on her ass and rubbed her cheeks, then slid it between
her legs, forcing her to spread them as much as the pants around
her thighs allowed. He pulled the thong's elastic band away from
her and let go. His hand went up; his hand came down, harder
this time: We could see the redness it left behind, we watched
her hands clench, we heard a tremor in her voice when she counted
'three'. The fourth slap was softer and her hands unclenched.
The fifth was harder; Cynthia flinched in pain. Then 'six'. And
'seven'.
"Is this turning him on?" Karl asked my wife.
"I'm sure it is."
"There's only one way to be sure. Feel his cock."
I was worried that Karl had crossed the line, but Laura, as entranced
as I was, reached over and set her hand in my lap. She felt my
erection through my pants. "Yes, he's turned on."
"How do you know?"
Her voice grew softer. "His cock is hard."
"Louder," he ordered. I was surprised to find him commanding
her, and equally surprised to see that she fell under his control.
"His cock is hard." Her hand began to massage my hard-on.
Karl's hand went up, then applied a milder slap. Cynthia counted
'eight' and Karl rubbed her now reddening ass. For the ninth
stroke, he gripped her wrists tighter and gave her the hardest
slap yet. Her whole body flinched. Her face clenched up. Even
Laura jumped. Karl reached and stroked Cynthia's head and waited
for Cynthia to moan a 'nine'. The tenth slap was barely a tap.
He let his hand rest on her ass, then it dipped down into her
crotch.
"As you two seem to be enjoying the show I can continue." He
looked at my wife. "It's up to you, Laura. Shall I stop? Or shall
I give her five more?"
What would she say? I thought she give her new friend some relief
or want this to end quickly. Or was she truly enjoying this?
Was she as turned on as I was? "Yes," she said firmly as she
squeezed my cock. "Five more."
Karl nodded and smiled.
Another slap, a hard one, and Cynthia counted 'eleven.' Then
came the twelfth. After the thirteenth he asked Laura: "Does
watching this turn you on?"
She was still rubbing me. I watched as she nodded to him.
"How do I know this is turning you on?"
Laura shook her head.
Karl pulled his hand from his wife's crotch. "Cynthia's panty
is wet; that's how I know this is turning her on." He rubbed
his fingers with his thumb, to show the dampness he had felt.
"So how do I know if this is turning you on?"
Her voice was shy, meek. "If my panty is wet?"
"I won't know unless you show me." His voice grew firmer, and
these words came out a command: "Show me."
Again, I expected this to be the final straw, but again she didn't
protest. But she also didn't obey him either - she merely sat
there. I knew it was up to me to make the next move. Would I
let her expose herself to a stranger? After seconds of indecision
I placed my hand on her left leg and pulled it towards me. I
expected her to resist, but to my surprise she allowed me to
move it to the side. And when I reached for her right leg, she
moved it on her own, spreading her legs. Her skirt was still
covering her, but when Karl ordered "Show me" a second time (even
more firmly) she lifted her skirt up to her belly, revealing
her sheer white panty. I doubt he could see it, but I made out
the patch of dampness in the fabric, and the outline of her moist
lips.
"Very good," he said. Then another slap, and Cynthia counted
'fourteen.' Karl smiled. Then came the final slap, loud and hard.
Cynthia flinched, counted 'fifteen,' and then slowly let her
body release its tension. In a fluid motion she slid off his
lap until she was kneeling at his side, the pants still stretched
around her thighs. Her erect nipples stretched against her sheer
blouse. She looked up at her husband. "Thank you."
He moved his hand to her face, then inserted two fingers into
her mouth, which she proceeded to suck greedily. "You'll thank
me later. Upstairs. When I fuck your pussy." If Laura hadn't
stopped rubbing me I would have cum in my pants.
As the show was over Laura began to close her leg, but Karl looked
cross, and said sternly: "I didn't tell you to stop." I didn't
know what was going through her mind, but she obediently opened
her legs again. Karl sat back into the chair, and nodded in approval.
By now Cynthia had pulled away, but remained kneeling on the
floor. Karl looked at us, and we at him, and no one spoke. He
reached over and petted his wife's head. "As you can see, Cynthia
is sexually submissive. She will do anything I ask her to do.
If I want her to be spanked in front of strangers, she will do
it. And she enjoys it." He picked up his drink and took a long
sip, then set the glass down carefully. "Now, you, Laura, are
also sexually submissive. And you would do anything your husband
asks of you. So if he wanted to spank you in front of strangers
you would let him do that. Wouldn't you?" A brief pause. "Of
course you would. And do you think it would turn him on to spank
you in front of someone else?"
She finally spoke. "Yes." She placed her hand in mine again and
we knew where this was headed - it was now our turn to put on
a show.
At least that's what we thought. Karl had other ideas: "And would
it turn him on to have another man spank you? For him to watch
you in another man's lap, spanked by another man's hand? Would
that turn him on?"
She squeezed my hand hard. I recalled all the nights I had fantasized
about seeing her with another man, but that was just fantasy.
Would I really want it in reality? She looked at me but I said
nothing.
"Well? Would that turn him on?" A pause. "Ask him if he wants
it."
Again she turned to me. What was she feeling- was that fear or
excitement? Was it uncertainty at what could transpire or desire
for a new experience? She cleared her throat. When she spoke
it was like she was issuing a challenge. "Do you want to watch
Karl spank me?"
Now it was my time to decide how far this would go, how far we
would go. But I had trouble deciding what I truly wanted and
I took too long to reply.
"Answer her," Karl ordered.
It was time to sink or swim. "I do," and I watched Laura carefully
as she bit her lip.
"Then bring her." As he patted his lap Karl resembled a king
on a throne. I guess that made me his obedient servant. And being
under his spell I slowly rose up from the sofa. Laura's hand
was still in mine, so it was easy to help her stand up. We both
avoided eye as we walked across the room and approached Karl's
chair. His throne. He sat up straight and again patted his lap.
We squeezed each other's hands as if we were both waiting for
the other to stop this, but when neither of us did I helped my
wife lower herself onto his lap. She squirmed to find a comfortable
position, and soon was in an all-fours position, but with her
knees and hands not reaching the floor.
Cynthia, still kneeling, watched in silence.
"Her hands," Karl ordered, and I reached for Laura's left hand
and twisted it around her back. She lifted her right arm to join
it. I placed my hands around her wrists, as if checking to ensure
they were bound tightly.
Karl's voice remained firm: "Her skirt."
I trembled to think about what I was about to do - to reveal
Laura's ass to a stranger - but I followed his order. I lifted
the skirt up, over her ass, and brought the hem up to her hands
so she could hold it steady, to keep her panty-clad ass exposed
to Karl and I.
"Tell her to enjoy herself."
I crouched down and used my hand to turn her face to me. She
looked flush. "Enjoy this," I told her. I leaned close and kissed
her, letting my tongue slip into her mouth. When I pulled away
I heard her gasp.
"Now go. Sit," Karl instructed. "Enjoy the show."
I nodded obediently, then returned to the sofa. I watched as
Karl firmly held my wife's wrists with one hand, while his other
hand massaged the back of her head. He rubbed her gently, then
moved his hand down her back. Again, he was gentle, rubbing her
shoulder blades, the center of her back, then the small of her
back. Leaning over he reached to rub the back of her left thigh,
then the right, squeezing the flesh, before letting his large
hand rest atop her the back of her panty. I was amazed to see
this - another man's hand on her ass - but felt only excitement.
As he began to rub her ass, he looked over at me, sizing me up,
pleased to have both her and I under his power.
He lifted up his hand. "How do you want this, Laura - gentle
or rough."
Her answer shocked me. "Don't be gentle."
Seconds later his open palm came down. Without being asked, she
let out a firm 'one.' I was surprised to hear her count - she
had never done this with me.
The next slap was a little harder, and Laura counted 'two.' The
third was even harder, and I saw her body flinch. "Three." Karl
reached to her panty and pulled each side into the crack of her
ass, turning it into a makeshift thong and exposing her cheeks.
He then slapped the inside of her thigh to force her to spread
her legs. A louder slap. "Four." The fifth slap was gentler.
As Karl massaged her ass he told me, "I told you to enjoy this.
Take off your pants."
All three of them watched as I undid my zipper and opened my
pants. Too turned on to feel embarrassed I lifted my rear up
and slid the pants down to ankles, then tugged the waistband
of my underwear to expose my erection. There I sat on the sofa,
bare-assed with a hard-on.
"Stroke it, but don't cum," he instructed.
As my hand grasped my cock, his fingers stroked the white flesh
of my wife's ass. Her butt wasn't as firm and round as Cynthia,
but I had no complaints. Neither did Karl, who was smiling as
he examined it. He kneaded the flesh, and pinched it a few times.
At one point his fingers dipped between her legs. Was that a
moan I heard?
He lifted his hand, and then brought it down hard on Laura's
ass. "Six." The next slap came down harder than anything she
had ever experienced before. Her whole body rocked and she screamed
"Ow!" I could see the red marks forming. I waited for her to
count, but she didn't. This would not do; Karl grabbed her hair
and pulled her head up. His roughness took her by surprise. He
didn't care. "I can't hear you."
She instantly remembered what was required of her: "Seven."
After a gentle eighth slap, he commanded her to look at me. She
turned to watch me stroking my cock. "He likes this," he told
her. I could see his hand settle onto her ass. He pushed the
underwear out of her crack and ran a finger up and down the crack.
"You're lying half naked in another man's lap, with his fingers
in your ass, and your husband is jerking off."
Laura's eye had a glassy stare.
"Ask him if he minds me playing with your ass?"
She was breathing heavy as she spoke. "Do you enjoy watching
Karl … play with my ass?"
I nodded unsurely.
She let out a wild, erotic smile, but then her face clenched
when the ninth slap came suddenly. And she almost teared up when
the final, tenth slap came. She started to lift herself up, but
Karl used his hand to push her down, restraining her in his lap.
"Cynthia, dear." He waited for his wife to look up at him. "Shall
I stop at ten?" She shook her head; hers was an almost cruel
smile.
And then came the eleventh slap. And the twelfth. Karl placed
his hand on the back of her head and massaged her scalp again.
"Do you think I'm enjoying this?" he asked her.
"Yes."
"How can you tell?"
I could barely hear her, but hear her I did: "You're hard."
"What's hard?"
"Your cock is hard."
"Can you feel it?"
"Yes."
I realized that she had been laying on his erection the whole
time. Of course he was; how could he not be turned on. There
he was, having my wife rub against his cock while his hands were
all over her.
"What does it feel like?"
"It's big." And then, as if for my benefit: "Your cock feels
so big."
"Of course it is." The next slap took her by surprise. "Thirteen!"
she said, almost crying. He went easy for the next one. But then
came the final, fifteenth, and I could see how much it hurt her.
But soon Laura's body relaxed. She pushed herself up, out of
his lap, until she was kneeling on the floor. Her skirt dropped
down to cover her rear, and I watched her reach behind her to
fix her panty and rub her ass. Karl relaxed, positioning his
legs on each side of her. He sat back in the chair and took the
final sips of his drink. His legs were spread, and the bulge
in his pants was easy to see. Laura started to get up, but Karl
pushed down on her shoulder. He stared into her eyes and waited,
until she finally realized what was required: "Thank you, Karl."
"Is that the proper way to thank a man for giving you what I
gave you?"
"Huh?" She seemed confused, a little disoriented.
To me he asked: "How does she thank you after you spank her?
After she gets your cock this hard?" He grabbed himself through
his loose-fitting pants and even from across the room I could
see the form of his erection.
Laura looked at me and shook her head, almost pleading me with
her eyes to not answer. But being so turned on I couldn't help
it. "She… She sucks my cock."
Karl smiled. "Yes, that sounds like an appropriate 'thank you'."
He moved his hand to her chin. "Doesn't it?"
Laura started to shake her head slowly, but with his hand on
her chin he physically forced her head up and down. He nodded
his head up and down, in unison. She looked up at him and I knew
there was no turning back. Karl knew, too. "Do you like big cocks?"
She just knelt there, staring until he said, "Do you?" in a firm
voice, and she meekly replied, "Yes."
He released her chin, sat back in the chair, and deftly unsnapped
his pants. He lowered the zipper, waited a few seconds, then
lowered it all the way. He pulled the fly flaps apart, revealing
his underwear-encased cock, fully hard and pushing against the
fabric. "Take it out."
She hesitated, but soon lifted her hand. Was it shaking? Entranced,
she placed it on the top of his underwear and began to free his
cock. He lifted his butt up and inched his pants down, freeing
his cock and balls. "Take it in your hands," he instructed and
she wrapped her fingers around it.
Cynthia, still kneeling on the side of the chair, watched with
glassy eyes, and began to rub herself between her legs. I was
rubbing myself, too. When Laura's hand begin to move faster I
knew she was lost in the moment and there was no turning back.
When Karl told her to "Spit on my cock" she lowered her head,
swished some spit in her mouth, then let a wad of wetness drop
from her mouth onto the head of his cock. "More," he ordered,
and she spread her fingers to let the next mouthful wet her palm.
With her hands fully lubricating, she proceeded to give him an
intense handjob. She was getting into it now.
He leaned forward to place his hand on the top of her head; as
he forced it down a few inches he commanded her to spit again.
As she opened her mouth he pushed the head down more, forcing
her lips onto his cock. "Kiss it," he said, but she needed no
further instructions.
She planted several kisses on the cockhead, and even dabbed her
tongue on it. She opened her mouth wider to suck on the head
of his cock. I knew she was swirling her tongue on the head,
and watched her right hand pump him. Then she licked the length
of his shaft up and down like a lollipop, until finally moving
her mouth up to finally engulf his cock with her wet lips. Her
passion was building, and she leaned in closer to him. It looked
like she was in heat, going to town on that cock, slurping it
up.
Karl kept talking to her: "That's so good." "Suck it, honey."
"Take my cock, all of it." He even held her hair away from her
face to give me a good view of the blowjob. "That's quite the
cocksucker you have here." When I started to rub myself again,
Karl caught me: "Come and fuck her while she sucks my cock."
I hurried over, and knelt behind her. Cynthia, kneeling beside
us, was bringing herself to climax. I flipped Laura's skirt onto
her back and saw her free hand between her legs, rubbing her
pussy inside her panty. I pulled the panty down to her knees
and jammed my fingers to meet hers inside her cunt. She was wetter
than I ever remembered feeling.
"Look at that sweet ass of hers," Karl told me. It was covered
it patches of bright redness and I rubbed my cock over the sore
flesh, then let it slide inside her ass crack. "And that mouth-"
Unable to wait, I angled my cock into her pussy. As I pressed
my body into her, she pressed her ass towards me. My cock dug
deep inside her. I grabbed her hips with both hands and began
to hump her. Laura's left hand moved from her pussy to Karl's
lap; she cupped his balls and squeezed and fondled them. Karl
placed both of his hands on her head, holding her head down to
keep her mouth on his cock. "You're going to take this now, all
of it, all … of my … hot … cum. Take it!" And with that he lifted
his butt to shove his cock further into her mouth, while still
holding her head firmly. "Take it… Swallow it… Don't lose a drop."
I heard her moan and groan, and felt her ass begin quiver. Her
mouth she kept affixed to his cock, as if glued around it, sucking
it. Her hands kneading his balls as she wanted to fill her mouth
with even more cum. His face twisted up as Laura kept sucking
every last drop, just as he ordered. My orgasm was building,
as was Laura's. Finished now, Karl pulled her face away from
his crotch; his cock flopped onto his thigh and a few more drops
of cum spurted onto his thigh. Then he pushed her face down and
forced her to lick up those drops.
And there I was with my cock deep inside my wife, while another
man held her head down forcing her to greedily lick up his last
drops of cum. I couldn't hold on any longer. I felt my body shake
and the most intense orgasm of my life overtake me. As my cum
spurted inside her juicy pussy, Laura, too, began to shake and
quiver. She came furiously, her body almost thrashing about,
trying to force my cock deeper and deeper inside her.
After the orgasm, we didn't move or speak for several minutes.
The spell that Karl had cast had been broken, and both Laura
and myself were overcome with doubt at what had just transpired.
With my softening cock still inside her, she backed away from
Karl's lap, forcing me to back up as well. My cock slipped out
of her and she move to lie down on the rug. I moved towards her
and laid next to her. I put my arm around her and held her close.
We stared into each other's eyes, neither of us speaking. I wasn't
sure if she was about to cry or laugh. We were both trembling
from nerves. But then I leaned closer to kiss her cum dampened
lips, and she hugged me tighter, keeping me pressed against her
body.
Behind us Karl stood up and took his wife by the hand. "Let's
go upstairs," he told her in a quiet voice. They walked to the
staircase behind them, and as they left, he said, "Turn off the
light before you leave."
THE END
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