My Hubby Had Me Begging

The man on the bus continued to tease my back entrance and I could feel my juices beginning to trickle down my thighs, I glanced at his crotch and could see that he was struggling to contain his excitement. I wondered how far we could take things before people on the bus started to notice and as if reading my mind he unzipped his fly and placed me on his slap, his erect cock slamming into me, I was so caught off guard that I couldn't help but release a loud squeal mixed up with a satisfied moan. I glanced around nervously to see if the other passengers had noticed and sure enough they were all staring directly at us.

To my amazement when I looked into their faces I realized that they were all people my husband had asked to fuck me before. There were four people on the bus including the guy with his throbbing cock plunging in and out of me but not including the bus driver.

The bus ground to a halt and it had parked right in front of my house, I had no idea how my husband had arranged all of this but then I supposed money can make most things happen. I didn't really care to think too much more about anything I was too turned on to be worried about logistics and practicalities.

I'd been craving being filled all day and I intended to sit on this guy's cock until his hot sticky semen filled me up. The other passengers on the bus or rather I should say my other fuckers, watched with lust filled eyes, the receptionist that had set today's activities in motion was now sat phone in hand recording my every move and moan. The mailman who had been one of my husband's first picks came towards me letter opener in hand and made quick work of cutting open my blouse. My breasts barely contained by their push-up bra were bouncing up and down with each thrust. I could feel him becoming erratic and grunting so I knew he was close and I tried to slam myself harder down onto his cock but he had other ideas, flinging me off his lap and spinning me around, only to shove me onto my knees and make me swallow every last drop of his load. The mailman groaned and said my turn next sweetie as he held my hair away from my face allowing bus man to rock in and out of my mouth. He pulled out with a pop and tucked his still erect cock back into his jeans waving a quick goodbye and telling the others to enjoy.

He'd left me with the bus driver who so far hadn't moved from his driving position, the mailman and the receptionist who was still filming. The mailman who was usually gentle pressed me into the cold bus window and pulled off my shirt and bra so that my erect nipples were very much so visible and squashed against the glass. He then pulled of my skirt and exposed my bare buttocks. I was left standing in nothing but my heels. His had slipped down my stomach and rested at my groin and he allowed his thumb to trace delicate circles around my hips with his calloused fingers. I blushed as if it was my first time all over again.

"I've got something for you to wear" he whispered in my ear and pulled out a little silver rose butt plug from his pocket. He brought it to my lips for me to suck on and I obliged to which the receptionist let out a sweet little moan and the mailman told me how lucky my hubby was to have such a good little whore. He pulled the butt plug out of my mouth and watched in awe as a drop of saliva dripped off it and then pushed it up inside my tight butt hole, that had been kindly warmed up by the bus man that had just cum and gone. Then he removed his belt and gave me a quick spank across my butt cheeks before using it to restrain my hands.

"Now walk princess," he said.

I did as ordered and the receptionist trailed behind us her phone still recording. It felt exhilarating walking into the house butt naked and my own lust trickled down my legs.

When I got through the front door hubby was standing waiting for me and behind him was a metal frame with a chain dangling down from the middle of the top bar.

He greeted me with a kiss that made everything else disappear and then instructed me to stand under the frame. I did as I was told and allowed him to attach the chain to my hand restraints, hoisting my arms up. It was at that moment, the receptionist stopped recording and the mail man clicked a camera that was already set up on a tripod on.

I still hadn't had my own climax yet and I was desperate for one. My husband saw the desperation in my eyes and smirked saying "You've got to save the best till last dear"

He came and stood behind me stroking his hands up and down my body as the receptionist and the mailman stripped off their clothes and then began fucking each other. She jumped up wrapping her slender legs around his waist and he thrust into her leaning her back against the wall for extra support. It was torture watching them writhe and moan and not being able to achieve release myself.

Meanwhile, my husband set a vibrator to low and held it to my clit barely applying any pressure. It was just enough of a vibration that I could feel its presence and become supremely frustrated.