

I couldn’t really tell what was it about the video, but damn, I was so eager to get back to the living room. I put the video back on. I loved her attitude, how she firmly commanded her husband to keep licking her asshole. How she would pull his hair, while roughly fucking herself with the dildo. “Keep licking my ass, slave, that’s all you are good for, lick it clean so my boyfriend can fuck my clean ass tonight”, she kept telling and I was getting rougher with my own dildo, trying to imitate her movements, how she fucked herself. As I felt my climax was getting closer, I too whispered the words “lick my ass, slave”, faster and faster until I climaxed. A long period of sexual frustration erupted. That orgasm made my whole body shake and I think I got quite loud at the end, but I didn’t care about it. It had been a long time since I had felt that good and aroused sexually.
I couldn’t resist checking that couple’s profile more carefully. They had a personal website, and the excitement led me deeper down the rabbit hole. They had amazing photos, more videos and stories in which they explained their kinks and fetishes, and what interested me the most was those stories how he was reduced to a cuckold. Only allowed to watch her getting fucked by one or more of her boyfriends. I wasn’t really interested of the husband at all, but I loved them as a couple. I wanted to BE her. After a few clicks I found myself on the website for those awesome latex she was wearing. I went to my husbands wallet and took his credit card. It had been too long since he last bought me a present, so I decided for him that it was time. I deserved to look as stunning as she did. I bought two pieces of latex for 600 euros. Surely he wouldn’t mind. He would just love to see me wear those. And what would he do anyway?
At this point I had totally forgotten about tomorrow, and I was perving for this fabulous couples website for more ideas and playing with myself while adding things to the shopping cart: mouth gag, bondage equipment, strap-on dildo and harness, and yes, of course, he would have to wear a chastity cage for me. It was about time I took complete control of him, and our relationship.