Victoria can’t resist playing with herself in her executive office as she arranges a meeting with a renowned adult movie director to discuss a project with herself and her wealthy, handsome husband. With her spouse's full consent - and delight - she plans to use the meeting to introduce him to the delights of his bisexual leanings. What begins as a run-through of the script quickly turns into a red-hot MFM with lashings of MM three-way in which the director spanks and seduces Victoria's husband as she looks on, turned on beyond belief at the sight of her sexy husband getting it on with a magnificent BBC... EXPLICIT: This story contains 11,000 words of unbelievably hot bisexual action between a wealthy couple and a BBC, which climaxes with a MMF three-way.
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Jackson raised his arm and without warning, he brought his hand down on my husband’s bare backside with an almighty smack. Tony jumped – yelped a little with the surprise – and I jumped along with him as the resounding slapping sound bounced around the lavish hotel suite. Jackson grinned at our reactions, and at the growing red imprint of his own hand on Tony’s naked butt. He then did it again; this time spanking my husband’s other cheek – as if to even him up. Tony cried out again, but this time there was that familiar tone of lasciviousness to his cry. Getting into his stride, Jackson smacked Tony’s butt again. And then again. I found myself becoming more and more turned on by watching my husband’s bare ass getting spanked – the sound of flesh on flesh, the sight of Jackson’s masterful, dark hand landing time and again on Tony’s now-glowing red buttocks had me pressing my thighs together to squeeze my clitty between my sopping wet pussy lips. I longed to release my breasts from my hopelessly inadequate dress and present them to Jackson and my husband, to have them suckle on a stiff, tender nipple each whilst Jackson continued administering the spanking. The individual hand prints on my husband’s naked ass were now indiscernible from one another; his smooth skin was now a veritable crisscross of stripes and palm impressions, all of them a mouth-watering dark pink color. “Your turn.” Jackson said to me with a throaty growl. “Pardon me?” I said, genuinely taken aback. “It’s in the script.” Honestly, I hadn’t read that far. I’d been so enraptured by the thought of watching Tony getting his ass spanked that I’d not read any further. I gulped hard and offered my wrists to the writer/director and went willingly to my fate. Within no time at all, Jackson had my wrists bound – tight, but not too tight - and bending over the couch next to my husband, my breasts tumbling out of the top of my dress and pressing naked into the back of the couch. I then felt Jackson’s hot, strong hands at the hem of my dress, as he rolled it up to expose my own bare behind. He then paused a while, no doubt admiring the two naked butts that were thusly presented to him, and I just knew that he’d also be enjoying the view of my bare pussy lips that peeked out from between my thighs. And then came that first smack. I squealed out in surprise, pain and pleasure as Jackson’s hand landed squarely upon my left butt cheek. I squirmed and wiggled my naked ass at him, as if inviting more of that wonderful spanking. And Jackson did not disappoint. He spanked my right cheek, and then landed a couple of hearty smacks on Tony’s bare ass before returning his attention to mine. I moaned out loud as the heat radiated out from my well-spanked butt cheeks and around to my dripping wet pussy – I could actually feel the warm trickle of my juices running down the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Again and again Jackson spanked Tony and me and our moans, groans and squeals filled the room along with that extraordinarily erotic sound of harsh skin on skin as he spanked the both of us almost to orgasm.