Party Treats

Literotic asexstories – Party Treats by chatbug,chatbug
Hi, it’s Veronica back with another story.

I’ve been married to my husband for five years now. We have a tease and denial relationship. I keep his cock locked in a chastity cage. Once a week, I teasingly masturbate him with my hand for two to three hours while he’s bound to the bed. Around once a month, after I’ve edged him, I stroke him to an orgasm.

My husband is a masochist and wants me to indulge my sadistic desires. Generally, I’ll put a red tube top on when I’m in a sadistic mood. When he sees me in my red tube top, he knows I have some torture in mind for him.

My husband worships my large boobs. I keep them covered up most of the time. He only gets to see them when I’m edging him and sometimes as a reward when I’m torturing him.

I have my husband earn his tit touching time. For every orgasm I have by his mouth, I allow him to gently caress my boobs for two seconds. He has to accumulate a minute of time before I’ll sit down and allow him to gently caress my tits. Yes, 30 oral orgasms for me for a minute of gentle tit touching time for him.

My husband knows that I will severely punish him if he touches my tits any other time.

Mark and Leslie, our next door neighbors, are swingers. I’ve been having sex with Mark since I’ve known him. My husband knows I’ve been having sex with Mark, and in the last year I’ve been letting him watch Mark and I together.

One day, when Mark and I were in bed together, he invited me to a Christmas party. His idea was that Leslie would come over and bondage sit my husband while Mark and I went to the Christmas party.

Usually, I have my husband come up with all his own tortures. That way, I know he’ll enjoy my torturing him. This time, I wanted to surprise him with my own idea.

After a couple of weeks of thinking, I had an idea. I admit, I spent the next two weeks masturbating and thinking about how I was going to torture my husband.

Two weeks before the Christmas party, I had my husband go out and purchase a treadmill. When he came home with the treadmill, I already had my red tube top on. I had him undress and sat on the sofa watching him assemble the treadmill. It took him about three hours to get the treadmill working.

After he was finished, I let him rest sitting on the floor of the living room for about fifteen minutes. Then I went upstairs in the bedroom to get his chastity cage key and a couple of lengths of rope.

When I returned to the living room, I had my husband stand up. I tied his wrists behind his back. Then, I unlocked his chastity cage. I had him get on the treadmill and tied his cock and balls to the treadmill bar.

I set the treadmill to level and the speed to 3 MPH. My husband was in pretty good shape and was able to walk comfortably at that pace for about three hours. When I turned the machine off, he’d walked a little over 9 miles.

Each night, for the next two weeks, I greeted my husband when he got home from work in my red tube top. I tied him to the treadmill and sat on the sofa reading on my Kindle while he walked for three hours. On Friday and Saturday nights, I had him walk for six hours.

The Friday night before the party, I decided to be a bitch and just have my husband walk until he was exhausted. We both went to bed around 4 AM Saturday morning.

The day of the party, about an hour before Mark and Leslie came over, I put on my red tube top, found my husband, and tied him to the treadmill. I went upstairs to change into the light brown sheer blouse I’d bought for the party. I left my bra off.

The blouse didn’t leave anything to the imagination. I could easily see my tits in the mirror. I sat down at my makeup table and put on some makeup. I smiled, thinking about how surprised my husband would be seeing me in that blouse.

I sat on the foot of the bed, waiting for the doorbell to ring. I didn’t have to wait long. I wondered what my husband was thinking, bound standing naked on the treadmill in the living room with someone at the door.

I walked down the stairs and answered the door. Mark and Leslie came in and saw my husband. Leslie giggled. She sat down on the sofa while I stood in front of the treadmill. Mark stood right behind me with his hands on my hips.

“I told you that Mark had invited me to a Christmas party. What I didn’t tell you is that my boobs would be available to anyone at the party. This blouse shows them off very well.

“Each and every time someone at the party manhandles my tits, you’re going to walk half a mile on the treadmill. The more the party goers grope me, the longer you have to walk. Yes, I’m punishing you for what other people do.

“I’ll text Leslie every so often to let her know how many times I’ve been groped. I suspect that the party will be over and we’ll be back here when you still have several miles to walk.

“Leslie, go ahead and start the treadmill. Mark has the honor of the first grope.

Leslie got up and turned the treadmill on. Mark manhandled my tits and squeezed my nipples for at least ten minutes while I watched my husband walk on the treadmill. It felt great, and I could barely walk to the door when he stopped. My panties were already wet under my skirt.

Mark and I were at the Christmas party for maybe five minutes when the first man came up behind me and manhandled my tits. I had no idea who he was until he stopped and I could turn around to see him.

I could no longer stand after half an hour. I sat down on a sofa and twisted to the side to allow whoever sat next to me to manhandle my boobs.

The next three hours were a blur. I lost count of the number of times men and women sat down next to me and groped me. I barely had time to text Leslie before someone was groping me again.

When it was time for Mark and I to leave, I could barely walk. Mark had to hold me up all the way to his car.

On the way home, I giggled thinking about my husband walking as punishment for me letting everyone grope my boobs.

When we got home my husband was walking on the treadmill while Leslie was reading on the sofa.

“How much further does my husband have to walk,” I asked Leslie.

Leslie got up and looked at the treadmill display. “He still has 22 miles to go.”

“How many times did I get groped,” I asked Leslie.

Leslie laughed. “You don’t know? According to your texts, you were groped 74 times.”

I felt my boobs. “They still feel okay. Yes, I was constantly being manhandled. I lost count after a while.”

Mark and I sat on the sofa with Leslie and talked. Mark would play with my boobs and Leslie’s boobs while we talked and watched my husband walk.

After a couple of hours I was bored with my husband’s walking. I turned the treadmill speed to 5 MPH, which caused my husband to start trotting. When he got down to the last two miles, I turned the treadmill speed to 8 MPH. Yes, I made him run the last two miles in 15 minutes, which sounds leisurely, but his wrists were bound behind his back,

It was almost 6 AM Sunday morning when the bell on the treadmill rang and the treadmill stopped moving.

I untied my husband and helped him upstairs into bed. I came back downstairs, kissed Mark and Leslie goodnight, and went back upstairs to change into my pajamas and go to bed. As I fingered my clit, I thought about how great it felt to have my tits manhandled for over three hours. It was the best party I’d ever been to.