I recently discovered that some friends of mine whom I’ve known for years in a vanilla context are swingers. I confessed to them that Chris (my husband) and I are, too. Since then, they’ve hosted several swingers get-togethers at their house, and we haven’t been invited. This annoyed me, as you can imagine, so I decided to fuck with them just a little bit.
They held a swingers’ party at their house this past Saturday. I showed up with Chris, whom I dressed in black leather and put on a leash just because I felt like upping the ante a bit. They were surprised to see me, since, of course, I hadn’t been invited, but they were too polite to turn me away. So I came inside and made myself at home.
It turned out that these two “friends” of mine had a couple of slave boys there themselves–slave boys who weren’t supposed to be fucking anyone. So naturally, I convinced them to fuck me while their owners, my “friends,” watched in dismay. Oh, did I end their long-term orgasm denial? My bad.
Because my husband is a good cuck, I had him do creampie cleanup for me. My “friends” got very turned on by the whole thing and wanted to fuck me as well, after the show I put on for them. Do you think I let them?
If you said anything other than “Hell, no!” then you don’t know me at all, boys.
It was fun using their slaves and then denying them for being such dicks to me. Pretty sure they’re no longer my friends, but what kind of “friends” doesn’t invite me to their weekly swingers’ parties? Ugh.
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