EROTICA | LGBTQ | FIRST-TIME GAY | SUBMISSIVE

My Husband Has His Cherry Popped (Part 2)

Carl and I take my husband home for some real fun

When I suggested we go to a drag show for my husband’s birthday, he didn’t know I had a secret plan with my gay friend, Carl. Travis and I were experimenting with new kinks after 15 years of marriage. Carl delivered in his ‘Carmela’ persona, giving Travis the best blow job of his life. Now heading home, Carl and I intended to use my husband any way we wanted… as the submissive he yearned to be!

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Carl returned to his dressing room to clean up and pack his gear while Travis drove me home. Our new partner would meet us there. As we drove, I could see my husband’s growing nervousness.

“How are we going to do this?” he asked. The side glances told me he was not against it, but uncertain how to proceed. It was all so new to us both. After receiving his blow-job at Illusion’s, my friend Carl being the lucky recipient of my husband’s first seed down a male throat, I knew Travis was feeling emotionally exposed about what was to come.

He had never had a male partner before. He had to be wondering how I would react to his doing that, even if I was the one that arranged it all!

I should step back here, clarify what I meant by ‘experimenting with new kinks’. We have been married for 15 years, but it was only last year when Travis finally felt comfortable enough to share his submissive desires with me.

It took me a while to get used to the idea, especially because he was such a large guy and… well… manly… decidedly NOT submissive outside of the bedroom! My imagining him in that way was a hard thing to get passed.

When he first confessed his desires to me, I only experimented with being more forceful and controlling… to excellent results, I might add. This progressed to several sessions of his being tied to the bed, me doing whatever I wanted to him, as I rode his stiff rod to glorious releases.

During our kids’ annual two-week stay at the grandparents’ over the summer, I had him be my sex slave one entire weekend. He had to be naked all the time in our house, crawl when I told him, eat me whenever I wanted, took his ass with a strap-on while I had him bound to the bed, even spanked him with my hand and his own belts! That was fun! Oh yes, I enjoyed that very much.

And so did he! We installed a leather restraint system for our bed and bought leather cuffs. That weekend, I fucked him as hard as he ever did me. His cries of pleasure and then cumming all over the sheets brought joy to his Mistress’ heart. We could do this, I thought, and both enjoy it.

But his first male partner? While I watched? That was taking his submission to another level.

I looked at him sympathetically as he tried to concentrate on the road, knowing how strong the war inside must be. His desire to submit was there… I could see that clearly in the bulge already pressing against his pants… but this was deeper, almost existential, about where he was in our world and where this would take us.

My husband wasn’t gay by nature, like Carl. This would be more about his desire for submission. I knew what he was thinking. Could he go that far?

“Travis, when we first started talking about your submission, I promised I would go down this route with you as long as you were comfortable. Even established a safeword to use. You promised to obey me, to go where I wanted to take you, until we had gone too far. Then the safeword was your outlet. If you remember, I insisted on this method because of my fear of a misstep along the way. We haven’t had any, have we? And I don’t want this to be your first.”

I patted his leg as we drove. Travis nodded. I knew he was remembering all the conversations and the fun experimenting with this new kink. “Is this too far outside your comfort zone?” I asked. “Do you want to use your safeword?”

I could see his mind spinning with the implications of various answers, but his Mistress didn’t want it to get too complicated for him.

Before he could reply, I rubbed his leg, gently grazing his shaft. “Look babe, I would love for you to give yourself to Carl and me, to be our sub for the night. I especially want to watch you take care of his needs anyway he wants… even for you to suck him and for him to take your behind. I have used my strap-on. You really liked that. The real thing might be even more fun!”

I moved my hand to his shoulder, trying to show the loving concern I felt so strongly.

“It sounds hot to me, both because I would like to watch you and Carl together, but also because it would be another stage in your submission to your Mistress. I’m certainly not going to think differently of you as my husband and partner. This is just another form of play that you are doing… for your Mistress.”

My hand was back to actively stroking his growing rod as he squirmed behind the wheel. “I understand being nervous. This will mean a big change in your relationship with Carl. Revealing your submissive desires to him, maybe even accepting him as your Master? Big step. If he accepts you as his sub, you might do more with him, even if I’m not there. Could you do that? Open yourself up to him, like you have done with me?”

His face was flat, hard, uncertain.

“I can’t make that decision for you, Travis. I just want you to know I would like it a lot if you did.”

He grinned at me, taking his eyes off the road. “What would you want me to do?”

“Whatever we wanted.” My wry grin fed his submissive needs perfectly.

I could see his body shuddering, his cock now fully involved in my grip. My husband had the submissive thing bad. The things we had done to this point had only fed that desire. But trusting an outsider was another thing altogether, even if it was a long-term friend like Carl.

My fist gripped his shaft hard through his slacks. He grimaced at my roughness, making no attempt to stop me. My tone became harder, more controlling.

“Here’s the way your Mistress wants it to go. Until we hear the safeword out of your mouth, you will do whatever we say. Complete obedience. You will be naked the entire time he is in the house. From that moment forward, you will do whatever we want. Is that clear?”

I accented my question at the end with a hard squeeze on his shaft. Even now, after a year, his reactions to all this amazed me. This need he had touched him deeply. He wanted to give up complete control, to allow me to use him as I wished. And the groan that came out at my squeeze told me he would go along for Carl as well.

“Is that clear?” I asked again as the war finished its battle inside him.

“Yes, Mistress.”

He turned onto our street, hitting the garage door opener. As soon as he stopped the car inside, I went into full Mistress mode.

“As soon as we arrive home, go up and get our bedroom ready, including the bed restraints and cuffs. Strip everything off your body. You will come downstairs and wait for his arrival on your knees by the door. When he enters the room, all of you will be ours to use for our own pleasure. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said as we walked into the kitchen from the garage.

“Put in our medium butt plug. We want you available in case Carl wants to make use of your opening.”

Travis bolted upstairs. I could see his cock pressing hard on his slacks. My husband was ready for whatever came. I remained dressed as I was. I figured this was going to be mainly abut Carl and Travis, not me.

I rustled through the liquor cabinet, placing something for us all on the table, fixing myself a drink. I knew Carl would take a while. He’s always late for everything. And he warned me he had to clean and pack his dance kit.

Travis did not need supervision getting things ready. By now, he had it down. Soft electric candles. Music playlists lined up for me to choose what mood I was in. Leather restraints, in case I wanted to get a little more frisky. And leather cuffs to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

I was leaking all over my clothes. The idea of Carl being in one hole while I was in the other with my strap-on… so good!

A half-hour later, Travis walked down, naked and still semi-hard, cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He didn’t say a word to me, just went to his knees on the edge of the kitchen, near the front door, fastening the wrist cuffs behind him. I stepped up, fastening those wrists to his ankles to make sure he was secure.

“Are you ready, my submissive?” As I spoke, I ran my fingers lightly down his back in a way I knew would tickle and drive him crazy. His eyes were only on the floor. My hand continued down, massaging his firm ass cheeks, touching the butt plug. I could hear a soft groan as I jiggled it.

Now, it was time for me to be the Mistress he wanted, to feed his need to feel powerless, out of control. While I ran my hand all over his body with generous time on the plug and his cock, I whispered in his ear.

“You have no control tonight. You will do whatever we want whenever we want.” I had to suppress a giggle at the shiver that ran down his back. Oh yes, my husband had it bad.

When we first started talking about doing this submissive play, I laughed to myself at the prospect of ordering around my big, burly husband. Why would he want to give up all control?

It did not take me long to figure out how arousing it was for him. Or for me! I loved having him in just this position. The desire grew so strong sometimes that I ended up pushing him on his back so I could use his rod to provide some relief… for myself!

I decided a change of clothing would be appropriate for me, something sexy. This was mainly for my pleasure since the action was going to be elsewhere. I left him on the floor, trembling with anticipation. Upstairs, I took my clothes off, using only a sheer white coverlet with nothing underneath. This would give both my men an eyeful as they played. I wondered if Carl would even care.

By the time I finished, Carl had already arrived. He was standing in the kitchen, taking a sip of a drink he had made, staring at my husband bound on his knees. Travis’ eyes were firmly planted to the ground.

“… anything we want?” I heard him ask as I walked down the stairs. I had clearly caught them mid-conversation. “Whoa…” Carl chuckled, stopping his train of thought. “Looking hot, girl. I think you’re as excited as I am. Look at those nips.” He reached out, flicking my right nipple with his hand, giggling at my reaction.

Travis could not help it. His head turned at Carl’s words, looking up at me standing nearly naked in front of them. “Babe… fuck.”

“Eyes to the ground, my sub. Your masters will need to come up with a fitting punishment for looking up at me. And that language…” Carl and I failed to hide our giggles as my husband’s eyes flashed back to the floor.

I reached down to detach his ankles from his wrists. “Take Carl’s clothes off. At no time should your cock lose contact with his body.”

Travis stood, disconnecting his wrists. It was almost comical. He was taller than Carl by a good 4-inches. It still felt weird seeing his cock aroused and sturdy, standing next to my trim friend. His being the only one naked added to my hotness scale, because I knew he liked it. We had played that way for some time.

He stood behind his new lover, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, pressing his cock against my friend’s back. Travis’ eyes never left mine as first the shirt, then belt and jeans came down. It was comical watching him try to keep his cock against Carl while trying to move his pants down his leg. I smiled, nodding in approval of his actions.

Carl would not cooperate with lifting his pant leg while Travis was behind him, ordering my husband to move in front onto his knees. His cock was already sticking out of his underwear as Travis pulled them down in front.

I couldn’t take it anymore, my hand slowly moving to my clit, circling that nub as my eyes feasted on the sight of my husband about ready to do it with Carl. Arousal filled me.

Once Carl lifted his leg, allowing pants and underwear to move away, he stepped closer to my husband. His stiff rod was now only inches from Travis’ face.

“Fasten your wrists behind your back. You are only allowed to use your mouth,” Carl ordered.

His tone was interesting to me, as if listening to a practiced drill sergeant giving instructions pleasantly, but with an unyielding tone that demanded immediate obedience. I vowed to use that more in the future.

Travis fastened them as instructed, taking a quick glance at me before moving his head forward. He smiled when he saw my hand in my crotch, wrist now actively teasing my nub.

I shivered watching him. He was going to do it! Even now, I almost couldn’t believe it. My husband was going to suck on a man’s dick!

His mouth moved forward, gently licking the tip. I could see his eyes moving upward, meeting only steel in Carl’s gaze. ‘Do it.’ those eyes said.

I could see my husband tremble as he pushed forward, taking the head in his mouth. I gasped as he took it deeper. The flush of red in his face told me how much it aroused him to be doing it.

Though… as I looked more closely at him… it wasn’t the contact at all! I could see it in the way he held his body, the sag of submission in his shoulders. He was giving in to the demands of his masters, wanting to be obedient to what they wanted.

This is definitely what Carl and I had hoped for! I didn’t care what motivation he used to get him there, just so he did it! He sucked on the tip a little, uncertain what to do.

This was too tentative for me. I stepped behind my husband, jiggled the butt plug roughly with one hand while the other pushed his head forward, further onto the dick. Carl saw what I was doing. A stream of orders followed, teaching him how to take the cock deeper down his throat. How to tilt his head, breathing just so, tips for suppressing his gag reflex.

I could see Travis adjusting, trying to follow the instructions. The cock went deeper. I let him up to catch a breath. He took a few deep gulps, then right back at it of his own free will. My hand went back to pushing harder. We repeated this several times until his nose pushed into Carl’s pubic hair.

Carl wasn’t particularly large, maybe 6 or 7 inches long, but this was my husband’s first time. Having a thick man-meat down his throat took some adjustment!

I giggled to myself. It wasn’t Carl’s first-time. He pushed my hand away, grabbing the back of Travis’ head, brutally face-fucking him. My husband did not even try to back off. He gave himself to his Master.

That submission again! I could see it in his body language. He simply let go, allowing Carl to do whatever he wanted. My husband was stiff, his cock jutting out between his legs something fierce.

I knew what I wanted. My hands flew down below. With one hand, I was jiggling the butt plug, pushing it back and forth like I was fucking him with it. The other had a fist around his shaft, whipping his shaft with only one thing on my mind!

Travis groaned around the shaft taking Carl’s cock deeper. The combination of the plug and jacking took him very close to the edge.

Carl abruptly slowed. As if that was some prearranged signal, I did the same. My hands continued moving, but slower, more sensual.

“I am going to cum all over your face,” Carl whispered. “Suck on me sensuously. Your submission is to give me as much pleasure as you can while I get ready.”

My husband stopped moving for a moment, then began giving his lover a genuine blowjob. Deep strokes with his full lips and throat, pulling out to lick up and down the shaft, then back to sucking him in.

This differed from the submission of before. He was enjoying this. I could feel the throb of his arousal through the cock still in my hand. I about came right then!

But Carl caught my eye. He was nodding his head to a rhythm. I got the message. He was moving to enhance Travis’ lavish treatment of his shaft. As he got closer to cumming, his head bobbed faster. My hands followed suit, increasing the intensity of jacking.

I knew my husband well. He was getting very close. Just as I thought he was ready, I did my own nodding to Carl. He smiled in understanding, yanking his cock out of Travis’ mouth, beating furiously as I did the same.

We timed it perfectly! Just as I saw the first ropes come out of Carl, spraying my husband’s face, I could hear Travis grunting as his own blasted on the floor, dripping my hand. Imagine it! The pleasure of having your face covered with cum while you were cumming at the same time.

When it was over, Travis trembled against me. I could see all the unfamiliar sensations coursing through him.

Carl reached down, scooping his white cream off Travis’ face and chest, scooping it into my husband’s mouth. Travis did not try to resist.

I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around my husband, who was still trying to find his breath again while sucking Carl’s fingers clean.

I whispered in his ear. “You are now officially a cocksucker, my love.” He gasped, leaning back against me. The trembles were finally beginning to slow.

“And I love that about you. I think we should go upstairs, strap you to the bed and have whatever fun we want with you. Maybe you can graduate to butt boy, too. What do you think?”

It took all Carl had to keep from bursting out with laughter at my words. While he helped Travis to his feet, he dropped to his knees, licking the remains of Travis’ cum off his shaft.

“You do have delicious seed, my friend. I hope to get a chance to taste it again later. For now, your Mistress is right. We should go upstairs. I am having some very naughty ideas of what we can do with our boytoy. What do you say, Mistress?”

I slapped my submissive sharply on his ass. “Get on upstairs. I expect you to clean yourself off, then then be on his knees next to the bed, hands fastened behind your back. When we arrive, you are going to learn what being my submissive really means.”

Travis walked toward the steps, halting at the landing, looking back at me. My wry grin caught his attention.

He nodded to me, rushing up the stairs. Carl looked at me smiling. “That went well.”

Indeed, it had! Our experimenting with new kinks was going to have a whole new meaning after this night. We both knew it. My submissive had accepted Carl as his new Master. He had given control to both of us for the rest of the night. What he didn’t know was the fun we already had planned.

To be continued in Part 3…

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