“You want to strap me into that?”
My girlfriend was looking at something you might find in a school gym: the horse you leap over.
Or maybe it was more like something a surgeon would use to strap a patient down in the right position for a tricky operation. But on all four, “Yes. I tie your hands here and here. Then, these straps go around your thighs and calves. So you can’t move from the appropriate position.”
“And what else happens then, my lovely?”
“Men take turns fucking you.”
“What would my fiancé say?”
“He won’t know. Unless you want me to take photos and send them to him. Or live stream it for him. Think seeing his lady getting well used by lots of men when he thinks you’re out with a girlfriend will turn him on?”
“No. Make him very angry and call off the wedding. Plus, he’s in the police, so watch your step, young sir. Old sir! Anyway, phones aren’t allowed in the sex club, dear.”
“I don’t think the men will care as long as they are getting to use your hot ass.”
“Oh, just the ones cheating on their wives tonight.”
“How do you know they cheat?”
“I ask them. When some fat old man is on top of me, in missionary position, I grip his tubby ass and ask him two questions. First, who is he cheating on tonight? And they tell me when I say what a good fuck they are. ‘My wife. She’s so old now. Not like you. Not as tight as you!’
I make them say how much they want me, more than their ugly bitch at home. The more they insult their wives, and the more they flatter me, the harder they get. The quicker they pump me, the more orgasms I have.”
