A Soft Agenda Come True
Published on Tuesday, August 14, 2007
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However, a huge turn-on for me is to watch other men be with my wife completely. My wife indulges me by allowing other men to take her completely, happily I should add, so from time to time other men have intercourse with her. What turns me on the most is when other men have their way with my wife when she puts up a mock struggle to resist them. With the right guy of course, my wife enjoys men who are sexually aggressive with her. In fact, the more a guy sexually ravishes her while she's feigning resistance, the more aroused she becomes.

Brenda allows Bob to fuck other women, and in fact, she becomes quite aroused by it. Her ultimate arousal comes about when she and her husband double-team a woman, especially when they are tied and helpless to do anything about it. Even though Brenda is bi-sexual, her preference is to be with straight women like my wife, mainly because it's such a naughty thing to do, but also because she loves sexually overwhelming an otherwise heterosexual woman. It's a huge turn-on for Brenda to be the cause of a straight woman's sexual satisfaction, especially when the object of her desire ends up being hooked on being brought to a climax by another woman.

One of the things that is great about Bob is that he has a foot fetish like I do, and like my wife is with my own foot fetish, Brenda appreciates Bob's foot fetish, and enjoys having it in her sex life. Plus both Brenda and Bob enjoy the kinkiness of bondage fun, which goes quite nicely with foot fetish fun.

One particular fantasy that was long in coming finally came to fruition with the start of an e-mail from Brenda to my wife. It had been sent to me as a blind e-mail as part of a "soft agenda" between Brenda and me to seduce my wife to a level of participation that we had never before known with them. Even though my wife and I had been playing with Brenda and Bob for over four years, oddly enough, Bob had never fucked my wife before.

Brenda's husband Bob left it up to Brenda to chat with me about how to go about seducing my wife into this higher level of playing, so that's exactly what Brenda and I did. I was quite happy to finally receive a message from Brenda letting me know that she felt my wife was not only "ready" to be seduced, and sexually ravished as we had imagined it, but that she was certain that she had convinced my wife to "go along" with a very naughty plan that would work our in everyone's favor. In our case as a foursome, it would be a "win-win-win-win" situation as Benda and I liked to call it.

I knew that our "soft agenda" to seduce my wife was coming to a head when I read the following passage in an e-mail that Brenda had sent to me as a blind copy. I found it to be partcularly arousing. It read, "Hi Sweetie. Thanks for agreeing to come over this Saturday to help me surprise my husband while he's tied and blindfolded. I can hardly wait. I'm so glad that your husband has agreed to it, although between you and me, you KNOW that he would love to see you helping me to get my husband off."

My wife knew that Brenda was right, and in fact, one time when they were over, that's exactly what my wife did while I watched, she and Brenda got Bob off while he was taking his turn to be tied and blindfolded. But this time, as far as my wife would know, I wouldn't be around to watch. I wondered how my wife would react to Brenda's invitation, and if she would tell me about it.

As it turned out, my wife did tell me about it, and in fact, she often shared the e-mails that Brenda had been sending me as a blind copy. I didn't get all of those e-mails, except from Brenda accoding to her, but my wife shared most of them. Like me when I chatted with others on-line, my wife was considerate enough to keep secret any messages that she felt might hurt my feelings. It's kind of a "white lie" that couples tell each other. In the spirit of good intentions, telling "white lies" is a good thing, but there is always a delicate line that needs to be addressed, i.e., determining what line should be crossed or not.

As my wife explained it to me, she "owed it to Brenda" to help surprise her husband because Brenda had done the same for my wife in surprising me while my wife had me tied and blindfolded. In the larger scheme of things, this was part of the plan that Brenda had in seducing my wife, and I was a part of it, although as I mentioned, it took a long time for things to get this far. In the meantime, Brenda, Bob, my wife and I had gotten together a number of times over the last few years for otherwise normal kinky times of sexually dominating my wife while we had her tied and blindfolded. That was our normal scenario, although from time to time we each took a turn to be sexually ravished.

As planned that Saturday afternoon, I headed out for a job that I supposedly had to do while I left my wife soaking in a bathtub, and contemplating her involvement in helping Brenda to surprise Bob later on. With an excitement more than she knew boiling up inside of me, I told her, "Have fun. I can hardly wait to hear how it went. In only wish I could be there."

"You know you can't be there," my wife reminded me. "It's girls only this time, just like it was when I had Brenda come over to surprise you."

I remembered that time well, although at the time Brenda's identity hadn't been revealed to me. I had correctly guessed that it was Brenda, but even Brenda kept this a secret from me for a long while. My wife finally revealed to me that Brenda was the one whom she had invited over to surprise me, and Brenda confirmed that with me later on. However, what my wife didn't tell me was that Brenda's husband Bob had also tagged along, although he of course only watched his wife, and mine get me off.

I admire the naughtiness of Brenda's plans with my wife. Those plans were made as if she was a double agent, and in essence, that's what she was, a double agent of sex. Brenda enjoyed every minute of making these plans, and I was turned on with the process just as much. Brenda had my wife believing that I had been invited to watch them play in secret, from their large walk-in closet with a two-way mirror that would give me a great view of what was going on. Of course, that is exactly what we had planned, but Brenda had planned something even naughtier, and its revelation to my wife would be extraordinary, and one that would greatly enhance the dynamic of our foursome.

Because of the experience my wife had when she suprised me with Brenda, but it was done with Bob's involvement, my wife assumed that I would be hidden behind that two-way mirror of their walk-in closet, which of course I was. Revealing this to my wife was part of a larger plan to seduce her into a bondage scenario that would become highly arousing.

As planned on that late Saturday afternoon, my wife showed up at their house to find that Brenda had already blindfolded and restrained Bob in their bedroom. I watched my wife undress, and then join in with Brenda to surprise Bob with her presence. Together, they teased, and pleased Bob until they finally combined their efforts to induce a forced orgasm from him as he happily pulled at his restraints from the pleasure of such a powerful climax.

I found it amusing that my wife would position herself to give me the best view possible from the wall-length mirror that I was behind. Of course she knew that I was there watching them, but what she didn't know would happen next just as Brenda had planned it.

After they got Bob off, Brenda announced to my wife, "I think it's time to restrain you to the bed, and give you a little pleasure."

My wife had been ready for her cue, and in a coyly playful manner to assert her claim that she would never play without my involvement, she replied, "But I can't let you do that without my husband here."

"Sure you can," Brenda insisted. By now Bob had been untied, and he had begun playfully holding down one of my wife's wrists while Brenda held down her other wrist as if they were going to overpower her, and restrain her no matter what my wife told them.

My wife played right along, just as she has planned it with Brenda in e-mail for my benefit. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked in mock resistance as she feigned a struggle against then.

"You know exactly what we're going to do to you," Brenda replied. "We're going to restrain you to the bed, and make you cum."

Feigning resistance once more, because my wife knew that it would turn me on, she allowed herself to be restrained as she put up a mock struggle to stop them from placing her wrists and ankles into their respective restraints.

"Are you ready for your surprise?" Brenda asked her.

"Okay," my wife replied, thinking that the surprise Brenda was going to give her was to have me walk into the room to reveal myself. "What's your surprise?"

Making a bigger impact visually, Brenda reached over to the side of the bed to turn on the switch that lighted up their walk-in closet, and made the two-way mirror into a simple see-through window. As planned, all my wife could see was a tidy room full of clothing, and an empty chair that should have been me sitting on it.

By then I had snuck out of their walk-in closet, as planned, and had moved into Bob's home office. As I had been instructed to do earlier on, I moved the mouse on his computer to stop his screen saver, and as expected, a hidden cam located in their bedroom revealed a live scene of what was going on in their bedroom. The audio was at a good level, and I was happy that Bob had made the video full sized; happier still that Bob was using a huge 32-inch screen for his computer. The lighting wasn't perfect because the room was only lit up with candles, but the scene before me was nonetheless surprisingly clear. The angle wasn't particularly the best, at least not long-term, but I learned within seconds that it was only one angle of five that changed every five seconds. I soon learned to my advantage that I could stop the web cams from revolving, and focus on any given angle. It was great.

I had moved into Bob's office early enough to hear Brenda ask my wife if she was ready for her surprise, and I was thrilled to see what appeared to be a very surprised look on my wife's face when she realized that I wasn't sitting on that chair in their walk-in closet.

Being thrown off by her expectations of not seeing me in their walk-in closet, my wife asked, "Where's my husband?"

"Now why did you think he would be your surprise?" Brenda coyly asked.

"But ..."

"But what?" Brenda interrupted. "I never told you exactly that your husband would be here. I only implied it, and let you believe what you wanted to believe. Now just relax, and enjoy the things that we're going to do to you."

My wife knew that Brenda was right, and it seemed that a slight smile might have come across her face after realizing how naughty her circumstances had become, but it was hard to know for sure since she had laid her head down to enjoy the dual stimulation she was now getting from the two of them. I only knew that my wife was certainly enjoying what Brenda and Bob were doing to her, slowly and sensuously stimulating her together from head to toe. They started at her feet, and spent a lot of time massaging them, lightly tickling her soles, and sucking on her toes. My wife was definitely in Seventh Heaven, and it soon became evident, much to our liking, that having me there had been forgotten, or at least put into the back of her mind.

I had seen most of the e-mail messages that Brenda and my wife had exchanged. As my wife usually likes it, my wife was kept in the dark about the details of what Brenda had really planned.  My wife simply assumed, rightly so, that I would be watching everything from the start. But as it turned out, Brenda had done a great job of convincing my wife otherwise, and we felt that my wife would become more submissive without having me there at her side to intervene. So far, so good.

At some point, as somewhat expected when her ankles were freed from their restraints, my wife blurted out, "Is my husband here yet?" Clearly, my wife thought that I was either going to arrive, or that I was secretly watching from the walk-in closet. We purposely left her blindfold off, and every once in a while she would lift her head a bit, and look look over towards the walk-in closet, which Brenda had purposely left lit up for optimal viewing.

"Your husband isn't here," Brenda answered back.

"Really?" My wife asked in disbelief.

"It's just me and Bob," Brenda replied, "and we're going to do all kinds of naughty things to you, things that we've never done to you before. Remember, your husband isn't here to intervene, and we have you all tied up." With a naughtier tone in her voice, Brenda added with excitement, "There's nothing you can to to stop us from doing anything we want to do to you sexually."

"What do you mean?" My wife asked rather excitedly. As hoped with Brenda's role-playing, my wife was getting more aroused by the moment.

"I think that it's about time that my sweetie's cock is inside of you," Brenda told my wife while she pressed Bob's cock along my wife's pussy lips.

"I can't," my wife protested. "What would my husband say if he were to find out?" She asked rhetorically. My wife knew the answer.

"You know that your husband would get off on it, but we won't tell if you won't."

My wife gasped at the thought of keeping such a kinky secret from me.

Brenda knew my wife well, and could tell that she had gotten excited with the prospect of keeping such a naughty secret from me. Taking my wife's lead in the hopes of exciting her even more, Brenda pressed on by saying, "I think that you should come to our place every once in a while without your husband so that you can be sexually ravished by both of us. Don't you agree that it's a very naughty thing to do, to let us have our way with you when your husband has no idea what's going on?"

Brenda was testing the waters with my wife, as I had hoped she would do, and she was doing it quite well. Even if the scenario that Brenda was suggesting to my wife only ended up as role-playing fun with my full knowledge, I would be happy with that. But at least with Brenda and Bob, I would hope for the ultimate voyeuristic thrill; that of seeing my wife be so decadent, and sexually submissive to a couple whose respect for our marriage, and for me would allow this kind of on-going arrangement.

Ignoring Brenda's direction, and in line with another aspect of bondage fun that she enjoyed, my wife suggested in a breathless tone of voice that clearly showed her excitement, "Oh my God. You've got me tied up, and I can't do anything about it. You can do anything you want to do to me, and I can't stop you." And then almost in a whisper she added, "What are you going to do to me?"

"Hhhmmmmm," Brenda moaned. "We're both going to fuck you," Brenda answered back as she rightly interpreted my wife's desire and need to be sexually ravished by them. Bob's cock was getting harder by the moment as his wife lubed it, and then put a condom over it. Knowing that it woud turn my wife on, Brenda added with vigor, "And there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

"No there's not," my wife gasped. "Oh, God. What will my husband say?" She asked rhetorically once again with excitement.

"We're not going to tell him, sweetie," she said to my wife.

And then to her husband she said, "Honey, put her legs over your shoulders, just like she likes it. I want to see your cock inside of her."

Bob lifted my wife's legs over her shoulders, and pulled her wrist restraints taut against him so that she was immobile, and trapped beneath him. Brenda lubed my wife's favorite vibrating egg, slipped it inside of her, and then helped to guide her husband's cock ever-so-gently into my wife's wet pussy.

My wife gasped. "Oooohh, you're SO big," she announced. "Be careful. You might be too big for me. I'm not sure I can take all of it in me."

Bob's cock was larger than my average cock of six inches. His cock was about nine inches when it was hard, which was probably about two and a half inches too large for my wife's comfort. Both Brenda and Bob knew this, so it was a surprise to hear my wife's continued encouagement by saying, "Oh, God! That feels SO good." And then with her familiar voice of satisfaction she added with a pleased rhetoric, "What ARE you doing to me?"

Very slowly, Bob pushed his cock inside my wife a little further, and then eased it out again, but not out completely. She seemed to be enjoying the slow, and sensual way that Bob was using his cock to tease her, almost as if it was a sex toy. Bob was paying close attention to my wife's body language, and reacting accordingly.

In the meantime, Brenda had gotten horny enough, and daring enough to be fitted into her strap-on. She had put in on before, a number of times in the privacy of her home, but she had only fantasized about what it would be like to actually fuck a woman. She was suddenly ready to be inside another woman, and motioned to Bob to pull out, much to my wife's disappointment.

My wife's reactions to having Bob inside of her were a bit surprising. We didn't think that she would protest it entirely, but we also didn't think that she would embrace having him inside of her so willingly. Maybe after four-plus years of playing with Bob, my wife was more than curious to finally know what he might feel like inside of her. By then, after over four years of playing, all of us pretty much had decided that having Bob inside of her wasn't meant to be, and from time to time my wife would even confirm with us that she really didn't want him to fuck her. But as Brenda and I presumed she would be, my wife was quite ready to have Bob fuck her, especially since Brenda was encouraging it.

When Brenda switched places with her husband, it almost seemed that my wife thought I had finally showed up on the scene, and was going to have my way with her. "Oohhhh, there you are," she said, as if she was acknowledging my presence rather than the presence of Brenda's strap-on cock. Brenda had chosen a strap-on cock of six inches, which was pretty wise on her part since this would be the first time that my wife had ever been fucked with a strap-on. But I saw a larger strap-on cock that seemed to be ten inches lying nearby, which Brenda could evidently switch out as she chose.

Not knowing whether or not my wife thought I had come on the scene to fuck her, or if she knew that Brenda had slowly eased the cock of her strap-on inside of her, Brenda wisely chose to role-play the scene as if I had shown up to have my way with my wife. As all of us learned from Brenda later on, she didn't want to throw the girl-girl stuff into my wife's face unnecessarily. My wife had always been bi-friendly even though she is straight, and had on numerous occasions sexually stimulated other women, including Brenda.

But because my wife reminded us on occasion that she was straight, and not interested in being sexaully aggressive with women, Brenda had always been respectful of this, and downplayed any of the girl-girl stuff. However, as Brenda had explained to me in e-mail, she felt that my wife was "ready" for more aggressive girl-girl stuff, especially if it was with her since they had become fast friends, and were comfortable with one another. Besides, as my wife would excitedly remind us whenever we had her tied down, she was "helpless" to do anything about it. It seemed that bondage games allowed my wife to enjoy sexual stimulation that she would not otherwise engage in, which was fine by us. However it happened, we were glad.

Our "soft agenda" to seduce my wife seemed to be working out quite well.

Suddenly Brenda blurted out, "Oh my God! This feels SO good!"

With a little laugh my wife announced in a feigned voice of surprise, "Hey, you're not my husband."

"So how does it feel?" Brenda asked.

"It feels wonderful," my wife replied. Then she asked, "Can you feel my vibrating egg?"

"Yes I can," Brenda answered back. "I can feel the vibrations clear to my clit, and I have to tell you, I think I'm going to cum if I keep fucking you like this."

"Like I have a choice," my wife coyly responded. "I'm tied up, and can't do a thing about it."

To her husband Brenda commanded, "Put that little vibrator against her clit while I fuck her. If I'm going to cum, I want her to cum, too."

Without a word, with one hand Bob dutifully pressed Brenda's small vibrator down upon my wife's clit as he gently held apart her pussy lips with the fingers of his other hand.

My wife's reaction was immediate. She let out a drawn out moan, much to everyone's delight.

"Are you okay?" Brenda asked my wife.

"Oh yes!" My wife replied emphatically. "Oh God! I'm going to cum!" To my surprise, just as my wife often says to me when we are making love, she then said to Brenda, "I want you to cum with me."

I think all of us were surprised by my wife's more aggressive participation. As Brenda explained to all of us later, my wife's participatory encouragement to cum with her was music to Brenda's ears, and it certainly pushed her over the edge, as she had a couple of powerful orgasms.

By then, Bob had gotten so excited that he vety happily switched places with Brenda when she pulled out of my wife's pussy.

My wife was quite pleased that her sexual ravishment had only begun, for she again gasped out loud, "Oh my God! What ARE you doing to me?"

In less than a minute of steady fucking, my wife gasped out loud that she was having yet another orgasm as she announced, "Oh God! You're right on my G-spot. I'm cumming .... oh God ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming again!"

Tears of pleasure were streaming down my wife's eyes, although I couldn't really make that out on the cam. Instead, it was confirmed when Brenda said to my wife, "You're crying. Are you all right? Are you hurt?"

"Those are tears of joy," my wife answered back. "If I'm being hurt, then by all means hurt me some more!" She exclaimed. "Fuck me hard!"

It seemed that Bob could have gone another round even though it turned out that he had climaxed just as my wife was cumming. Instead, Brenda practically pushed her husband off of my wife, and took over for another round of strap-on fucking. Brenda had quickly replaced the six inch dildo of her strap-on with the ten inch version, and was ready to give my wife what she wanted once again.

As it often happens in the excitement of pleasure, and wanting even more, that ten inch dildo of Brenda's strap-on was indeed too big for my wife's enjoyment, but that was quickly remedied.

"Ooohhhh, that's too big," my wife pleaded.

"Sorry," Brenda quickly responded as she eased out of my wife's pussy a bit, and considerably slowed things down. Then Brenda hit a good spot.

"Oh yeah," my wife replied. "You're right on my G-spot."

Brenda was a quick learner, and realized just how to reach my wife's G-spot, and how to stay on that spot for maximum effect. As she massaged my wife's G-spot with the dildo of her strap-on, and while her husband had a much closer view than I had, Brenda expertly applied pressure upon my wife's clit for the dual stimulation that resulted in multiple orgasms, and a very easy-to-see female ejaculation that shot up high into the air, and all over my wife's belly, and breasts.

Some of my wife's pussy juices even splashed upon her neck, and face, to which she exclaimed, "Oh my God! I can't believe how far I'm shooting," which was a bit unusual because that dildo was still inside of her. But it was angled, and pressed up against my wife's G-spot in such a way that there was an opening of her pussy lips that allowed her female ejaculation to explode into the air as it was doing.

Then her body shuddered once more as she practically begged Brenda to stop. "Oh, please! NO! Oohhh ... nnooooo," my wife's voice trailed off in great moans of pleasure as she pulled quite hard at her wrist restraints, and her body squirmed to the best of her abilities to escape the firm hold that Brenda and Bob had on her. This was a moment of truth, because as I had explained to both Brenda and Bob, and as they had seen in smaller doses of sensitivity, my wife's G-spot and clit were now at their most sensitive.

This was a make or break point. Usually at this point my wife would MAKE me stop playing with her, because she simply couldn't take the intense pleasure any longer. Her G-spot and clit would just be TOO sensitive to continue. However, in a calculated risk, Brenda chose to push the envelope with my wife a bit further, as we had hoped she would do, and the end result was earth shattering orgasms that rocked my wife's body into a putty of intense pleasure. My wife could barely contain herself as tears of joy never before known by her streamed down her face. Even on the cam shot I could now see my wife's teary eyed face.

My wife's pleasure points were so comsumed that she couldn't really move. So she laid there in complete, and total bliss.

"Will you be all right?" Brenda asked.

"Yes, yes. I just need to lay here for a bit, and compose myself. I've never cum so hard, or so many times in my life. NOW what is my husband going to do when I tell him? He will be SO jealous."

"Remember what I told you," Brenda reminded her. "We can keep this our little secret."

"I'm with you on that," my wife replied. "But seriously, how can I possibly keep THIS a secret? I just HAVE to tell him now."

Still excited herself, Brenda decided to break the news to my wife, and simply blurt it out as if she was my wife, "Oh hubby ... come out, come out wherever you are!"

"No way!" My wife exclaimed.

By then I had quickly made my way into their bedroom to reveal myself.

My wife seemed very pleased to see me. "When did you get here?" She asked in astonishment. "Now this IS a surprise, and a nice one at that." Before I could say anything, my wife added in a most certain tone, "We HAVE to do this again!"

My wife was freed from her restraints, and we spent about an hour or so in their jacuzzi vegetating until my wife finally said in a naughty voice, "Oh, sweetie, you didn't get yours! Is there anything I can do for you?"

Without a second thought, I winked at Brenda and Bob, and said to my wife, "I want Brenda and Bob to take you into their bedroom again, and then restrain you really well so that I can come in to have my way with you."

It was clear to all of us, surprisingly so, that my wife was still quite horny. So that's exactly what they did. Not only did I have my way with my wife in bondage while she admitted to me aloud how naughty she had been for allowing Brenda and Bob to have their way with her without me around, but each one of us took turns fucking her to our libido's content.

One of the last things that my wife said to all of us before she and I left to go back home was, "I LOVE how kinky all of you are with me." I can hardly wait to see what we can come up with next to sexually ravish my wife. As Brenda and I had hoped, my wife is now just as ready as we are to have our way with her again.

If any of you reading this live in the Los Angeles area, and you want to have similar foot fetish, and bondage fun with us, feel free to send a message to my tickleman@hotmail.com address, and we'll discuss the possibily of getting together to have some kinky, adult fun.