Kristin kissed him again, slow and deep. After fifteen years of marriage, their passion felt new again. They had forged a deeper connection through their depravity, broken down walls that had kept them apart for so long.
She snuggled into the cradle of his arms, basking in the warmth of his embrace and the satisfaction of embracing her true self. They had evolved into something new, a couple transformed, and there was no going back.
Kristin said with a sly smile “I think it’s time we started dating”
Date Night ———————
Kristin felt Ryan’s hand trembling in hers as they walked into the dimly lit nightclub, pulsing neon lights casting shadows over the writhing bodies on the dance floor.
She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, glancing over at him. He was dressed in a short pleated skirt that barely covered the lacy pink panties she had picked out for him, his pale thighs jiggling with each nervous step in his stiletto heels.
Though she knew it was difficult for him, she was proud of how far he had come in embracing his femininity. It had brought them closer together, helping to rekindle the spark in their relationship.
“You look beautiful,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He blushed, but she could see the bulge growing in his panties at her words.
The thumping bass of the music vibrated in her chest as they made their way to the bar, Kristin keenly aware of the eyes following their path. Especially the gaze of two large black men leaning against the bar, openly appraising her and Ryan.
One of the men, tall and muscular with dreadlocks, flashed a dazzling smile at Kristin. “Well aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes.” His deep, rumbling voice sent a thrill down her spine.
Ryan stiffened beside her, gripping her hand tighter. She knew he was anxious, but also aroused at the prospect of these two men having their way with them.
Kristin smiled, reaching out to run a manicured nail down the man’s chiseled jaw. “We were hoping to find some excitement tonight.”
“Is that right?” The man’s grin widened, eyes dancing with mischief. “Well you came to the right place.”
Kristin’s heart raced, anticipation building inside her. She glanced at Ryan, noticing how he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the men’s bulges, his cheeks flushed.
Tonight was going to be an interesting night.
Kristin leaned in close to the man, lowering her voice. “My friend here is actually my sissy husband. He’s been feminized and loves big cocks and anal just as much as I do.”
The man’s eyes widened, gaze dropping to openly ogle Ryan. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face. “Is that so?” He looked back at Kristin, eyes dark with lust. “Well, we can certainly help you both out with that.”
Ryan whimpered beside her, clutching at her arm. She could feel him trembling, though whether from fear or excitement she couldn’t tell. Probably both.
The man glanced at his companion, an equally large and imposing figure. “Looks like it’s our lucky night, Jamal. These two little sluts are just begging for it.”
Jamal smirked, stepping forward to cup Ryan’s chin and tilt his face up. “Perfect. Been too long since I’ve had a sissy bitch to play with.” He gave Ryan’s cheek a sharp slap, eyes glinting at the resulting whimper. “Gonna enjoy breaking you in, slut.”
Kristin’s chest tightened with arousal at their words, eager to give herself over to these powerful men. She looked at Ryan, heart swelling at the needy, desperate look in his eyes.
Tonight they would finally get what they both craved, pushed to their limits and beyond. She shivered, heat pooling between her legs in anticipation. What a perfect night this was turning out to be.
Kristin took Ryan’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Shall we?”
Kevin and Jamal led them to a secluded booth in the back of the club, dimly lit and empty at this late hour. Kristin slid in beside Kevin, breath catching as he pulled her into his lap and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.
She moaned into it, grinding down against the hard bulge in his pants and tangling her fingers in his dreadlocks. His large hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts and sliding under her skirt to stroke her bare, wet pussy.
Across from them, Jamal had Ryan on his knees between spread thighs, guiding Ryan’s mouth onto his cock with a fist in his hair. “That’s it, slut. Worship that cock like the little bitch you are.”
Ryan whimpered around a mouthful of cock, skirt riding up to reveal pink panties stretched around his hard dick. Kristin rubbed against Kevin’s fingers, drunk on the sounds of wet sucking and the sight of Ryan’s lips stretched wide.
“Such a perfect little whore,” Kevin growled, biting at her neck. His fingers plunged deep inside her, stretching her open. “Gonna ruin this tight cunt.”
She cried out, grinding down to take his fingers deeper. “Yes, ruin me. I’m yours, do whatever you want with me.”
Ryan pulled off Jamal’s cock to beg, “Please, fuck us. We need it so bad, sirs.” His lips were red and swollen, eyes glazed with need.
Jamal fisted a hand in his hair, guiding him back onto his cock. “You’ll get what’s coming to you, slut. Now suck.”
Kristin kissed Kevin fiercely, tangling her fingers in his hair. Tonight they would finally be taken and used, broken open in all the ways they craved. She couldn’t wait.
They stumbled out of the club, drunk on lust and cum, and piled into a waiting cab. In the mirror, Kristin watched Ryan gaze at her hungrily as she straddled Kevin’s lap, his cock sliding deep into her soaked cunt. Jamal positioned him cock at her puckered entrance, their moans echoing through the cab.
The cab driver stared at them in the rearview mirror, eyes wide and fixed on Kristin’s bouncing tits and the twin cocks spearing into her holes. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and Ryan could see the bulge straining at his pants.
Ryan caught her gaze in the mirror and licked his lips, eyes dropping to the cab driver’s lap. He slid out from off the seat, dropping to his knees in the limited space. The cab driver gasped, meeting Kristin’s eyes in the mirror. She nodded, and he unzipped his pants to free his cock.
Ryan sucked him down eagerly, moaning around the thick shaft. The cab driver’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open. “Oh fuck, your mouth,” he groaned.
Kristin rocked between the cocks impaling her, dizzy with pleasure at the sight of her sissy husband pleasuring another man. She came with a cry, clenching down on the twin cocks inside her.
The cab driver shouted, coming down Ryan’s throat. Ryan swallowed greedily, licking the softening cock clean.
He turned to the cab driver with a coy smile, lips wet and swollen. “Would you like to join us at our hotel, sir? We have plenty of room for one more.”
The cab driver looked between them, eyes dark with lust, and nodded. “I think I’d like that.”
Kristin kissed Kevin fiercely, cunt throbbing in anticipation. Tonight, they would all get what they needed.
They stumbled into the hotel room, a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths. Kristin fell onto the bed with a laugh, legs spread invitingly.
The cab driver wasted no time burying his face between her thighs, sucking her sensitive pussy. She moaned, tugging at her nipples and gazing over at Ryan. He was bent over the dresser, skirt rucked up over his hips as Jamal pounded into his ass.
Kevin moved to stand beside her, guiding her mouth to his cock. She sucked him down eagerly, clenching around the cab driver’s tongue.
Her eyes fluttered shut, lost to the sensations overwhelming her. The cab driver replaced his mouth with his cock, fucking into her with a groan.
She came again, inner walls spasming around his thick cock, and he shouted his release.
Ryan whimpered beside her as Jamal came in his ass, painting his insides white.
They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of sated limbs. Kristin curled into Ryan’s arms, kissing his swollen lips gently.
“Thank you,” she whispered. He smiled, eyes shining with tears.
“Anything for you, my love.”
She kissed him again, heart full to bursting. They had weathered fifteen years of marriage, secrets and shame, and come out the other side more in love than ever.
Kristin gazed up at the three men standing over the bed, cocks softening but still glistening with cum and her juices.
Kevin grinned down at her. “Ready for round two?”
She laughed, stretching her arms over her head. “Give us a minute, boys.”
Jamal chuckled, stroking himself back to hardness. “Take your time, baby. We got all night.”
Beside her, Ryan whimpered. His cock was hard again, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. She reached over to stroke him, squeezing his balls gently. He bucked into her grip with a cry.
“Such a needy little sissy,” she purred, breaking the kiss to smile at him. He blushed, averting his eyes. She tipped his chin up, gazing into his eyes. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s gonna take care of you.”
He shuddered, cock jerking in her hand. She kissed him soundly before turning back to the men waiting to fuck them senseless once more.
“We’re all yours, gentlemen.”
The room pulsates with the raw energy of lust as Ryan and Kristin are bent over the bed, their asses on full display, they eagerly await the three bulls. The scent of arousal hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the musky fragrance of sweat.
Jamal, his cock throbbing with anticipation, positions himself behind Ryan, teasing the puckered entrance of his tight ass with the tip of his engorged member. With a forceful thrust, he plunges deep inside, claiming every inch of Ryan’s sissy hole. A guttural moan escapes Ryan’s lips as his body succumbs to the delicious pain-pleasure dichotomy.
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