My Wife Became A Kinky Party Favor

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"Have you seen Linda lately?" I asked our host about my wife. She and I had been at his intimate gathering for about an hour, and I hadn't seen her since we had arrived.

"Have you checked the basement?" Tommy coyly answered with a mischievous smile on his face.

"You have a basement?" I answered his question with a question.

"Yeah," he answered. Referring to his wife, he added. "I saw Carla take her down there right after you got here."

"The basement?" I queried with a puzzled look on my face.

"Yeah, our play room," he told me as if I had been told about it.

I was confused. I didn't know that there was a basement, and whatever he meant by "play room" went over my head. At the time, though, I should have realized what a "play room" meant. After all, when my wife and I we were greeted at the door by our hosts, Carla whisked  Linda aside to talk to her, and her husband Tommy whisked me aside to talk to me.

After fixing me a drink, Tommy took me into the back yard to introduce me to other husbands who were out there. I didn't see any of their wives, which I suppose should have made me wonder what was going on. Some of the husbands were standing around the pool, and some of them were sitting at small tables next to the pool. I ended up talking to a guy named Sam who was a long time friend of our hosts.

After a while, Sam and I were the only ones who were out by the pool, but I didn't think much about it since I was really enjoying my conversation with him. About an hour into our conversation, Tommy came back to see how we were doing, which is when I had asked him if he had seen my wife. I was surprised that she hadn't stepped out into the back yard to check in with me in all of the time that I had been talking with Sam. Then again, I hadn't seen any of the other wives either.

Pun intended, I should have clued in that something was afoot.

After Tommy mentioned the play room, Sam turned to me, and said with a mischievous smile, "I'm guessing that Linda's all tied up, which is probably why you haven't seen her out here."

"And you would be right," Tommy chimed in with a mischievous laugh.

Before I could respond, Tommy turned on his heels, and made a beeline back to the house. Once again, Sam and I were the only ones out by the pool. That's when our conversation got interestingly intriguing, and arousingly naughty.

"Can I ask you something personal?" Sam asked.

"Sure," I told him. "Go for it."

"I don't want you to get embarrassed by this," he started, "because I have one, too, but I understand that you have a foot fetish."

After having had such a normal conversation with him, his question caught me off guard. I wondered how he would have known that.

"Yeah," I drawled, "I do have a foot fetish. What made you bring up the subject?"

"Your wife's feet," he answered. "I hope you don't mind me saying this," he continued, "but she has really sexy feet."

"She certainly does," I affirmed. "I'm glad you like them."

"I'm not the only one who likes them," he told me. "Sammy has a foot fetish, too, and so does his wife Carla. A lot of the people here have a foot fetish. That's one of the reasons that they wanted to host this intimate gathering."

"I'm intrigued," I told him.

"Good," he replied. "Then you're going to be even more intrigued when I give you the big picture of what's going on."

"Go on," I implored. "You've got me on pins, and needles. Don't hold back now."

"I won't," he assured me. "By the way," he added, "in case it matters since jealousy can be a bitch if things are taken out of context, your wife only agreed to what Carla and Tommy wanted to do because she wanted to surprise you with the experience of a lifetime; not just for you, but for her as well. As we speak, I'm guessing that she's getting off on what's being done to her down in the basement. For the last hour, really. But there's no reason to get upset with her, especially since our hosts never gave her any details. She simply agreed to follow their lead in order to give you the surprise she wanted our hosts to give you."

Sam got me to remember that Tommy had told me that his basement is a play room. I suddenly realized with excitement what that meant.

"Are you saying that my wife is tied up in the basement right now? Literally tied up?" I asked with a huge smile on my face.

"That was the plan," he smiled with delight. "Obviously, these pics & video aren't her," he added while pulling them up on his iPhone to show me, "but this is how they planned to tie her up, complete with the hood to keep her in the dark about who's doing what to her."

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"I'm sure that it's much hotter in person," he said with a laugh, "so let's go see for ourselves."

I was already pretty hard from seeing those pics, and that video, but I got ever harder when I saw my wife after stepping into their play room. Except for the gag, my wife was helplessly restrained exactly like the pics and video illustrate. I learned later that Carla and Tommy had used them as inspiration to duplicate. The gag wasn't used because they had learned from my wife that a gag would be "a hard no" just as getting fucked in the ass would be a "hard no."

Evidently, my wife had some insight about how they might play with her, although again, she wasn't given any details about what they had actually planned. I suspect, though, that she pretty much knew what was going to happen. I'm kind of surprised that she didn't tell me ahead of time what was being planned. Then again, that would have ruined my surprise. Of course, had I been told, I would have gone along with it all the way. Knowing ahead of time could have made it extra naughty for me, although I can easily see how exciting it must have been for my wife to keep it a secret.

"Come on," Carla whispered to me after walking over to playfully squeeze my hard cock through my blue jeans, "the rest of us are naked, so you might as well be too. As you can see, your wife's been having the time of her life. I've lost count how many times that we've made her squirt uncontrollably, but as you can see from that puddle underneath her, see's been squirting a lot."

Just as Carla whispered her playful banter into my ear, my wife began to squirt uncontrollably.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed! "You're making me squirt again! Oh my God!"

I was too excited, and aroused to pay attention to how many people were standing around my wife, and playing with her naked, and sexy bound body, but there had to be at least a dozen women and men having their way with her. For my wife, the sensations of having that many people playing with her at the same time must have been overwhelmingly arousing, and intensely satisfying.

A woman who was fucking her with a strap on pulled out, and motioned for me to take her place as soon as she saw me taking a closer look, which is exactly what I did. I was more excited than ever to fuck her, especially since she had no idea that I was the one fucking her.

That's because they kept playfully reminding her that Sam was intentionally keeping me busy out by the pool, and that as a group, they thought it would be a lot hotter for everyone to keep me in dark about what they were doing to her in the basement.

Perhaps in part for my benefit, I don't know, but her friend Debbie who had invited us, playfully told her with a big smile of satisfaction that she had conspired with Carla and Tommy to keep me entirely out of the loop.

"So you keep telling me," my wife laughed, "and I can't believe I fell for it."

Linda wasn't just laughing about Debbie's reminder, but she was laughing because a few people around her were tickling her naked, and bound body, including her sexy wrinkled soles. They were sucking her toes, too, which I know she loves.

Referring to me, my wife added, "It's too bad that you're not letting him see what you're doing to me because I know that he'd shoot his load if he ever saw all of you taking advantage of me like this."

After they made her squirt uncontrollably again, and she exclaimed that she couldn't take any more, everybody while getting dressed gave her a kiss, and thanked her for being such a willing, and happy party favor.

"We'll see you upstairs," Carla told her, "and maybe I'll send your husband down to help you out of the restraints."

"You will?" My wife asked.

"Maybe," she replied. "Or maybe we'll just keep all of this a secret from him, and I'll send Tommy down."

"Before you go," my wife told her, "I want you to know that I really got off on what all of you did to me."

"Enough to come back?" Carla asked.

"Most definitely," my wife answered. "I mean, I've never cum so hard, and so many times before in my life!"

"Well," Carla drawled, "there's quite a puddle underneath you right now, so I'm glad that we were able to get you off so many times. You even splashed my face a few times."

"Sorry about that," my wife told her.

"Nonsense," Carla assured her, "I would have been sorry had we not been able to make you squirt. I loved it!"

"Obviously," my wife replied, "so did I."

"All of us did," Carla affirmed. "Thank you for cumming to our naughty party, pun intended. See you upstairs."

"See you upstairs," my wife told her.

Carla gently grabbed my cock, and squeezed it again with a smile on her face while quietly mouthing the word, "Later."

I mouthed it back to her.

After giving it some time to make it seem plausible, I walked loudly enough halfway up the stairs, and then back down again for my wife to hear. I could see her suddenly breathing heavily, and her nipples rose up to stand tall. That's not the only thing that rose up to stand tall. So did my cock.

I stretched my arms out to lightly tickle her soles at the same time. She scrunched her toes in response, and she let out a low moan. Then I began to suck her perfectly pedicured toes while reaching down to slide my fingers along, and in her sopping wet pussy. Even though I had already fucked her while pretending to be another man, I firmly grabbed both of her ankles, and I effortlessly pushed my hard cock into her pussy.

"No, no," she protested with a gasp. "What will my husband say?"

I didn't respond. I was pretty sure that she had figured out, or at least guessed that I was the one fucking her, but she continued to pretend that another man was having his way with her to turn me on as well.

"My husband won't like you fucking me," she continued to protest. "You have to stop. I can't let you do this to me."

I began fucking her harder, and deeper as if I was taking her against her will.

"You liked being fucked, and tickled, and taken advantage of by all of those people, especially while you're tied and helpless to stop them," I blurted out. "You know you liked it! You liked it when they licked your soles, and sucked your toes."

"It is you!" She exclaimed. "I knew it had to be you."

"But it wasn't me earlier," I said with lust, "and you couldn't get enough of them."

"But I was tied and helpless, and I couldn't stop them," she reminded me.

"That's right," I affirmed, "and you didn't want to stop them. They took full advantage of your naked, and bound body."

"They did," she agreed, "and I did like it."

"So did I," I told her. "I liked that they had you tied and helpless, and I liked that they made you squirt over, and over, and over again."

"I know you liked it," she told me. "That's why I did it, to please you."

"Will you do it again to please me?" I asked.

"Whatever you want, honey," she answered. "Whatever you want."

Before I released her from the restraints, I fucked her hard, and fast again, and she climaxed again, too. At least that's what she told me. After all, I thought, how could she possibly cum again after having been so thoroughly ravished?

By the time we got dressed, and went upstairs, everybody but Debbie, and obviously our hosts had gone. The five of us talked for a while about how fabulously naughty the evening had been, and how much all of us wanted to enjoy it again.

"They all want to come back to do the same thing to you," Carla said about her guests. "They loved seeing you squirt!"

One of my wife's favorite memories of that evening, though, was when Carla, Tommy, she and I playfully ganged up on Debbie after we had gone downstairs to the basement to clean up.

Debbie protested, but it was only a mock protest that turned her on. The more that we role played forcing ourselves on her to do to her what had been done to my wife, the more aroused, and turned on Debbie got. We even put a fresh face mask over her eyes so that she couldn't really know for sure which one of us was doing what to her.

With a knowing laugh, my wife told Debbie, "Now you know how it felt for me even though there are only four of us."

All of us tickled and licked Debbie's soles, and all of us sucked her toes. We also took turns fucking her. Carla and Linda with a strap-on, and Tommy and I with our cocks, which surprisingly sprang to action for both of us when it mattered.

Debbie told us that even though she had squirted before, it was only rarely that she had. She went on to tell us that we had made her squirt more times than she had ever squirted before, and that she realized what my wife meant by saying she couldn't take it any more.

"When you start squirting uncontrollably," she described her experience with us, "it's incredibly intense; way too much to handle."

"I know," my wife gushed. "It's really intense!"

I can hardly wait to go back again, and my wife feels the same way. I love watching other people play with her naked, and bound body. She loves that I get so turned on by watching, which in turn makes it even more exciting for her.

When I asked how she felt about them keeping me out of their play room when they had her all to themselves, she admitted that she was surprised about how turned on she got.

In turn, I admitted that I was intensely aroused when I found out that they had played with her for about an hour without me. Later on I told her that I fantasized about her going there on her own to be sexually ravished without me.

"If that's what gets you off, then maybe I will," she teased.

Now I'm wondering how I'd really feel if she does go there without me. If she does, I guess I'll have to update this story to let you know.