A few days ago, our bull of the past couple of months — let’s call him Tom — told me he had a surprise planned for me this weekend. Naturally, I was curious. I asked my wife if she knew what it was, and she smiled, saying, “I do, but it’s a surprise just for you.”
That only built the anticipation, and I spent the rest of the week wondering what they had cooked up.
Saturday night finally came. Tom arrived at our place, and my wife was dressed to tease — sexy lingerie hidden under a revealing dress.
We started the night as we usually do: a few drinks, light conversation, some laughs. Then things started to shift. My wife moved over and sat on Tom’s lap. They began kissing and touching while I watched — familiar territory for us.
Then Tom looked at me and asked, “Are you ready for your surprise?” I hesitated for a second — part nerves, part excitement — and said, “Yeah, I think so.” He turned to my wife and said, “Want to go get the handcuffs?” She disappeared and came back holding a set of cuffs, looking at me with a mischievous smile. “These are for you, baby.”
Tom said, “Before we cuff you, I want you to strip your wife and present her to me.” I stepped forward and slowly undressed her, revealing the lingerie and stockings underneath. As I undressed her, I caught a glimpse of Tom — clearly getting hard watching me. Once she was down to nothing but her sexy underwear, he revealed what the real surprise was.
He said, “You’re going to be cuffed and given a handjob by your wife until you cum — then you’re going to sit there, with all that post-nut clarity, and watch me fuck her.”
I was hit with a wave of emotion — nervousness, arousal, a bit of humiliation — but it turned me on like crazy.
My wife dropped to her knees, pulled my cock out, and started slowly stroking me, whispering filthy things about how Tom was going to take her right in front of me. It didn’t take long — barely two minutes — before I came in her hand, with Tom watching the whole time.
Right after that, she cuffed my hands and guided me to a chair in the corner. The shift was immediate — I felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely in their control. But I wanted it. Badly.
My wife returned to Tom, making out with him passionately. He started stripping, and with a confident smirk said, “I hope you’re ready to enjoy the show.” His cock was already hard as he stood in front of her, and she wasted no time dropping to her knees, wrapping her lips around him. She turned to me mid-blowjob, smiling as she held him in her hand and said, “He’s so hard for me.”
She returned to him, pressing her body against his as they made out hungrily. His hands were all over her ass, gripping and kneading her through the lace. Then she dropped to her knees again and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock — thick, hard, already leaking. She wrapped her lips around him without hesitation, moaning as she bobbed her head. He looked over at me as she sucked him off and said, “You did a good job warming her up.”
She pulled off for a moment, his cock in her hand, and turned to me with a grin. “He’s so hard for me, baby. So much harder than you were.”
Tom lifted her up, spun her around, and bent her over the edge of the bed. He didn’t bother with any teasing — he pulled her panties aside and shoved his cock deep into her in one smooth thrust. She gasped, bracing herself against the mattress as he started pounding her.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. She was moaning uncontrollably, begging for more, telling him how deep he was, how good he felt. Her heels dug into the carpet for leverage as he fucked her like an animal — hard, deep, relentless.
I sat there, cuffed and empty, my cock soft but twitching from overstimulation as I watched him take her like she was his. Her moans turned to cries, and I could see her legs shaking as her orgasm built. Tom reached around, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her up against him, still thrusting, whispering something in her ear that made her bite her lip and nod frantically.
Then he bent her back down and finished inside her, groaning deeply as he filled her.
My wife collapsed onto the bed, panting and flushed, dripping and used. Tom zipped up slowly, glanced at me, and smirked.
“Surprise.”
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