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My Husband Has His Cherry Popped (Part 3)

Travis liked the first rounds. Now Carl and I have plans for the big finish.

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 had been experimenting with new kinks after 15 years of marriage. I was sure he would enjoy something out of the ordinary. I knew I would. The idea of watching him with Carl got me so hot I worried about myself! Carl delivered by dancing in his ‘Carmela’ persona, giving Travis the best blow job of his life, and by following us home, helping me dominate my submissive husband. Now, we are heading up to the bedroom for the big finish, using my husband any way we wanted! Nothing happened the way we planned. Emotions got in the way.

This is a standalone story, but you might enjoy it more if you read the first two.

My Husband Has His Cherry Popped, a Medium Serial Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Carl struggled to keep his laughter in, as my husband dropped to crawl into our bedroom at the top of the stairs. You could still see the cum dripping from his face. Earlier, Travis had performed his first ever blowjob on my gay friend. Carl pulled out, just before cumming, spraying his seed all over my husband’s face. That was so hot!!

Travis went upstairs to prepare our room for play. He had done this many times since he confessed his desire to be a submissive a year ago. I told him to clean himself off, get the room ready for play, and be on his knees next to the bed, hands fastened behind his back, when we came upstairs.

Naturally, I fed his submissive side, making sure he understood we would do whatever we wanted with him.

It was Carl’s turn to take care of my submissive. But first, we needed to figure out what we would do. My friend and I had discussed this before, when he started dancing for the Illusions drag show a couple of months ago. The plan was simple. I wanted to see my new submissive give himself to Carl the way he did to me, hoping this would lead him to accept Carl as his Master as openly as he did me as his Mistress.

It worked! Travis had given my friend a first-class blowjob. Now, I wanted to make him our personal buttboy, with Carl’s help, of course.

My submissive and I had done several strap-on sessions over the last year. Travis loved them, even came once while I pounded into him, but, from personal experience, hard silicone was no substitute for the pleasure of a real shaft.

One time, when I had my submissive on the bed, I paddled his ass until the cheeks had a deep rosy glow. It made me so horny I rushed to the drawer where I kept our bondage gear, fit my strap-on in place, and fucked him until I had a ferocious orgasm.

While I humped away, Travis coordinated his pushing back to make sure the strap-on stimulated my clit in just the right way. He enjoyed the pleasure of being fucked, but I knew at that moment, the genuine joy for him came from submission. He wanted to serve my pleasure as much as his own. His loud groan at my climax told me all I needed.

That memory filled me as I hugged my best friend, Carl. He came out to me as gay back in high school. At the time, I wondered why it was such a big deal for him. Now, as an adult, I understand how hard it must have been. The risk he faced in doing it. That I could not care less said more about what our friendship meant to me, then and now, than about my view on tolerance, or whatever the buzzword is now days. I loved that guy with my whole heart. And he felt the same.

We were close then and remained tight ever since. My eyes soaked in this incredible piece of manhood, so muscular and tight. His cock was about average, I think, six to seven inches, but the man had a presence… I only wished he swung both ways!

“You ready to do what we planned?” I asked.

“I’m willing. Are you sure he’s up for me controlling him like that?”

“After all the stories you’ve heard, THAT’s what you’re wondering? Of course he is. Travis has the sub need bad, even likes the total pleasure/pain thing. Wants to submit, to be pushed to do these things. His fundamental limit now is me. I pull back even when I can tell he is ready for more. My squeamishness is holding him back. I want you to push him over the edge, to experience the true submission he craves.”

Carl’s look made me giggle. My husband was massive compared to my friend, who was only a couple of inches taller than me! My 6-feet-2, 220 pound husband was a truly big man with a barrel chest and muscular arms betraying his lifelong dedication to weightlifting and fitness.

His confession of wanting to submit to me a year ago certainly surprised me! Now, after gaining experience as his Mistress, I wanted to go further. I confessed this news to my best friend, Carl. I knew he had experience as a Dom for other guys. Though I doubt any of them outweighed him by 40 pounds!

“You’re gonna need to trust me, okay?,” I told him. “He wants this. Needs it even. We have had a safeword from the very beginning. I insisted upon it. In all our time of playing, he has never used it. He is ready for you to use him for your own pleasure… and his, I might add. Give it to him hard, without choices. He wants you to. I want you to!”

I cuddled up close to my friend, burying my head in his chest. In all our years of friendship, we had never been together in any form of undress. Tonight, he had Travis take his clothes off at the start. I only wore a transparent coverlet when he arrived. Now, it felt very comfortable, as if we had been long-time lovers.

My hand moved to stroke his cock, still flaccid after cumming so hard earlier. He jerked a little without pulling back. “I think ‘Little Carl’ might want to use the big guy for some fun, don’t you?” I giggled.

“You are something,” he laughed, shaking his head in amusement, playfully pushing my hand away. “Okay, let’s do it. I’ll give it to him so hard he’ll go blind, but keep your Mistress goggles on full sensitivity. If he has a change in temperament, you need to give me a signal. Until that moment, I’ll push your sub hard. Let’s see how he likes it.”

“Travis will have lots of striking instruments on the dresser next to the bed. Part of our normal setup. Use all you want, but I want you to focus on control. He needs to submit. THAT is his true pleasure.”

When we entered the bedroom, Travis had gone through the full setup routine. Electric candles ringed the room with hard rock music playing over the stereo. A good sign. He always used music to signal his level of desire. He wanted it hard tonight. I giggled to myself, thinking about the ringer I brought in to help with that!

My sub had already arranged all our paddles, whips, floggers, and rods on the dresser. Lube conveniently could be seen on the nightstand. He had stripped the bed, leaving only the sheet. We found him on his knees, as instructed, hands fastened behind his back; our bed restraint straps clearly visible on the bed.

I walked into the closet behind his back, adding two things to the dresser I had found online as a surprise for tonight: a thick web belt and a medium butt plug. The belt will leave a lasting memory and the butt plug… Let’s just say, both will come in handy before the end of the night.

Seeing him in that position had my Dom partner growing rigid once again. Despite my telling him about this, the look on his face told me he still couldn’t believe it. My manly man was practically whimpering, ready to be used. His own cock stuck out, hard and throbbing.

“What do we have here?” Carl said, winking at me. “A piece of flesh to use as we please.”

No matter how many times we played, this look still surprised me. Travis had a cock as rigid as I have ever seen it. Yet, he shivered with anticipation, openly displaying a desire so strong he barely held it in. His eyes hugged the ground as if he needed to search for a grain of sand, not willing to disobey my standing order not to look up.

Oh, man… this was so hot! My sex already leaked as Carl walked over, pulling my husband’s chin up, shoving his cock into a hungry mouth. Travis’ hesitancy of earlier had disappeared! He gobbled it down, eager to bring his Master all the pleasure he wanted.

I moved behind my husband, pushing his head forcefully onto that rod. Travis gurgled with the pressure, but did not move away. I saw his body relax, allowing us to control him.

At that moment, Carl proved a savior. I would have backed off, allowing my husband to breathe, or relax. Not my partner. He brutally fucked his face, thrusting his hips, letting his tongue run wild.

“We are going to have so much fun using you any way we want. I think fucking your holes is a good place to start, don’t you agree, my dear?”

“Of course. Don’t forget, he needs to be punished for looking up at us in the kitchen. That cannot go without an answer.”

“Yes, I agree.” He pulled out abruptly, reaching around, yanking up on his arms. My husband is a lot bigger, but Carl is strong as well. Travis groaned, rising to relieve the painful pressure on his bound wrists behind his back. Just what Carl wanted.

As soon as he rose off his knees, Carl pushed him onto the bed, trapping his legs against the side. Without the use of his hands, my husband’s body flopped forward, face hitting the bed, leaving his ass hanging high… and vulnerable.

Carl whispered instructions to me. I ran to the side, bringing back lube, plug, and a wooden paddle.

I dripped the lube on his rear bud. Carl pushed the plug in roughly. I cheered inside at the groan coming out of my husband.

“Push his worthless face into the bed,” Carl barked at me. “The punishment has arrived.”

I jumped on the bed, pressing his shoulders against the bedsheet. Immediately, Carl wailed on his ass with the paddle. Strike after strike, vicious blows that made me cringe.

Travis began groaning and seemed to get more aroused by every blow.

I scooted forward, allowing my knees to take on the pressure duties on his shoulders, reaching carefully around the strike zone to grab his cock. OMG! I found only a solid staff of hardwood.

Pink spread across his entire ass until my grimacing face caused Carl to slow. I knew Travis was enjoying himself, and that I brought Carl in to do the harder hitting, but watching the impact on his skin… I shuddered, even knowing why.

Travis groaned deeper with every strike. Loving every minute. I nodded for Carl to continue.

Something changed at that moment. Abruptly, Carl no longer seemed as focused on his Dom duties. His hands came up to massage the tortured flesh of my husband’s ass cheeks. A sensuous, loving, and tender touch. Travis moaned at the sudden change in the session.

Still stroking his cock, amazed at how hard it remained through a beating like THAT! No question about it now. My Travis loved this!

Carl reached in, gently pushing my hand away.

I stayed on the bed, using my knees to press shoulders to the bed, giving Travis at least the illusion of being bound in place.

It was all a fantasy. We all knew that. Even with his hands fastened behind his back, as strong as my husband was, he could easily lift himself off the bed, sloughing me off with a shrug. No, he maintained that position as a form of submission. He wanted to be there.

My husband’s exposed genitals belonged to Carl now. He yanked his scrotum, stroked his cock, pushed at the butt plug. I heard the purring out of both their throats… pure pleasure.

That something of before became even more so, suddenly attracting my undivided attention. Shit… it stayed written all over my friend… absolute arousal!

That’s the thing about men. It’s hard to hide what they are thinking. The cock strutting out near my husband’s ass was as rigid as a post. I thought for a moment he would yank the plug out and take him right there.

But it wasn’t that either… something else… I suspected Carl had few opportunities to have access to a fine piece of man flesh, like my husband; handsome, fit, and willing. My friend couldn’t resist. His needs overwrote everything we had planned.

Just as abruptly, my mind started spinning… his face… the longing… the pure physical attraction… no, not that either.

Oh my god! The heat rose in my face. Carl had feelings for Travis. Strong ones. The tender way he stroked him. That longing on his face. It hit me like one of those ‘idea’ balloons going off in a comic book. Multiple memories clicked into place, from the last 15 years of all our hanging together.

Carl loved him. For the first time, he had allowed himself to express that emotion physically. He wasn’t about to waste that opportunity on canes and rough play.

“I have wanted to do this for so long, my friend,” Carl finally said. “You always seemed so… straight!” His hands turned suddenly soft, massaging and stroking my husband’s exposed body. “Now, to have you here… oh my god… so good…”

He unfastened the bound hands in front of him. Guiding Travis and I lengthwise on the bed, he flew to my husband again in a flash; their lips crashing together.

Travis glanced at me, uncertain what to do, but before I responded through my own surprise, he gave himself to his new partner. Those enormous arms wrapped around Carl’s torso, pulling him in tighter. Fuck me! They were making love!

Carl’s hand shifted downward, focusing once again on the rigid pole between my husband’s legs. He pulled back, only for a moment, nodding his head while holding that shaft straight up. My mouth flew to his offer while Carl returned to the kissing.

My eyes feasted on the sight, almost beyond belief. What started as a Dom session, where Carl gave my husband the full pleasure/pain treatment, had become something completely different. Carl and I had been talking and planning this for weeks. That wasn’t happening at all.

Despite my sucking on the rod, my best friend and my husband hardly noticed me, clearly pulling emotional sustenance from each other.

My arousal exploded, a hand flying to my clit, furiously swirling on my sensitive bud, as my eyes drank in something even my dreams had not imagined would be possible. My straight-as-an-arrow husband in bed with my best friend… and enjoying it? Holy shit…

I trembled at all the implications this had for our future. Visions of coming home from work, finding the two of them going at it, left me panting. I whimpered as I tried to focus on my task.

For now, might as well see how far this will go. I reached out to Carl’s cock, so near me, tugging it closer.

Carl did not hesitate, twisting his body, moving closer to press his chest against Travis. This allowed me easy access. I took full advantage, positioning my mouth between the two rods, alternatively sucking them as my eyes continued feasting on the two men I loved so much, actively exploring each other.

Before either came, Carl whispered in his lover’s ear, using his hand to show me to expect movement. I pulled my mouth off a cock as my husband rolled onto his stomach.

This was it! The moment I had wanted for so long. Yet, it differed from my vision, with Travis free, not bound. My husband positioned himself willingly for his lover. This was no act of submission. He wanted this.

Carl reached for the lube, dripping globs on the offered rear bud, hungry for his touch. I quivered with excitement, ready to witness this ultimate climax to our little drama.

While he used his finger to soak and stretch the next target; one finger…two… finally three, Carl pulled me closer, whispering. “Thank you, my friend. I never thought I would have the chance to do this. It means so much to me.”

I grabbed his chin in my hand, drawing his lips to mine. A kiss of friendship, and of love. “I had no idea you loved him so much. Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I didn’t want to interfere. Your love for each other was so intense, and with our relationship so strong… I didn’t want to create any problems.”

I nodded my acceptance and approval. What should I do now? Go sit in a chair?

As if he read my mind, he leaned in closer as he positioned himself above my husband. “If you want to get kinky, I have been the filling of a sandwich several times. Loved that. If not, his tongue would be very entertaining for you while I fuck him. Your choice.”

Such a choice! I knew having Travis’ tongue pleasure me while I watched would be fun, but my hunger at that moment included something kinkier. The night had not given full rein to my dreams of paddles and belts.

I moved to the side, getting a better view. Carl positioned himself in between my husband’s legs. No, I thought suddenly. I wanted to be involved!

Scrambling into position, I reached for his cock, using my other hand to spread my husband’s cheeks. Carl nodded, understanding. I pushed the head towards the hole; so inviting, so ready.

Carl had gotten Travis excited with his fingers. When Travis felt the head push against his ring, he groaned, pushing his ass back at him, wanting this badly. I gasped at the way he openly displayed his desire. Carl just smiled.

He took it easy, going slow at first, pushing in, pulling back, using his hips to thrust deeper. Travis tensed with each new penetration until the ball sack hit his ass. I whimpered as a groan came out of my husband’s throat.

My turn, I thought suddenly, reaching for the strap-on already on the dresser. By this time, I had done this several times, pulling the straps up smoothly, cinching the contraption in the required position.

Carl turned toward me, smiling as he leaned forward, spreading his own cheeks apart. Travis sensed the commotion, turning his head to witness as I got on the bed, my ‘cock’ flopping with the movement. He smiled, knowing my goal.

He winked at me! My husband wanted this, both my part and Carl’s. It was written all over his face.

Carl’s hip movement slowed, but did not stop, as I used my fingers to lube his opening. My penetration went faster. The strap-on dildo was smaller than Carl, and I guessed my friend had done this many times over his life.

Soon, the room filled with moans, groans, and grunts, as each of us coordinated, thrusting and receiving. I had twiddled my clit so hard earlier; it did not take long before I cried out with my first release.

The rest of the evening, and deep into the night, we took turns with each other. Travis came back for another blow job on Carl as I fucked him with my strap-on. Carl fucked my ass as I used my ‘cock’ on my husband again. I even took a turn sitting next to the bed, supervising my two lovers going at it without me.

What a night this had been, but nothing like I expected.

The next morning, I woke, my body wrapped around, pressing against my husband’s back. I knew it was him because of his size. Carl was on the other side, cuddling with his body pressed against Travis’ front.

Travis was already awake, absorbing the glow of what had happened. He sensed my presence, turning his head.

“What you expected?” he asked, rolling on his stomach, taking me in his arms.

“So much more…”

“Want to do this a lot, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes… both as a threesome and…” I cuddled closer, touching his lips with a quick kiss. “… you have my open permission to take Carl into our bed anytime you want, with or without me present. We both love you very much. I’m so glad you can now express that love in this way.”

“I can do that,” he smiled at me. “I had no idea I would like it this much.”

I buried my head in his chest, cuddling closer. I had never been happier. Our lives would never be the same, that was for sure. We were now officially a threesome.

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