Would You Smash a Hotwife & Sissy-hubby Together?
- Damien Dsoul
- Jun 12
- 7 min read
A husband who I’d been corresponding with recently got my attention last week. He sent me a snapshot of his wife bent over on the bed, wearing a bra and panties with her well-rounded butt aimed directly at the camera. His question was direct: Would I smash if given the chance or would I pass?
My response was immediate: “I’d fucking smash!”
That was the response he wanted to hear. But then came a catch: I would have to be included; I want to be there to watch you fuck my wife.
I sensed a disturbance in the force, and needed further clarity: “You said you’d want to be included. In what way?”
His reply: As I said, I’d like to be there to watch, but also to partake. If possible, I would love for you to include me in.
“You’d want me to fuck you along with her? Is that what you’re saying?”
That’s optional, he replied. But I’d love to clean out her pussy after you’re done. And if you’d like for me to clean your cock too, I’d cherish that a lot.
I sat back in my chair while reading through his message, deep in thought. Then I leaned forward and typed my response.
“Is your wife well aware?”
His response: Very much she is.
He sent me several photos of him posing alongside his wife. Like with her, he was dressed in a bra and panties with thigh stockings. In some photos, he wore a chastity cage.
I’ve been a sissy ever since my wife agreed to cuckold me. She cheated on me the night before we got married–she fucked my Best Man–she fucked him again the night after, and I loved it. I sucked his cock after he had finished, then sat back and watched him fuck her again. That was nearly a decade ago.
Damn.
“Was he a black man?”
Indeed he was. His cock was magnificent, just like yours. But he has since gotten married and moved to another city. My wife still misses him. It’s been tough finding a new lover for you. I was impressed with your photos of you screwing married women and figured you would be good with my Mira.
“And yourself.”
Yes, myself included. However, if you don’t wish to do anything with me, that’s fine. I understand. The main thing is for you to come and fuck Mira for me. If you fuck her good the first time, I know then she would want to make things steady with you.
“And what then happens if I decide to apply the same treatment to you also?”
A pause.
That would definitely make our day special!
“All right. Set up a date then, let’s see about us meeting.”
Great! I’ll be in touch.
Two days later, he contacted me and asked if I was still in mind to meet with them. I told him yes. He explained that he and Mira lived outside the city limits, but they were coming to the city for the weekend. They had already booked a room at the Continental between Vine Avenue and 8th Street. He texted me the details including what time I should show up.
I told him I would be there.
The day arrived. I packed a bag with few clothes, knowing the couple would desire me to stay over if the fucking is good, which I knew it would. I took with me my special cock-ring, knowing I was going to make good use of it, including a pack of Trojan XXL. I left my pad a little before noon and drove to the hotel.
I arrived there within a half hour, then spent another ten minutes parking my ride in the hotel’s underground lot before heading upstairs. I called the husband to let him know I’d arrived; he told me to keep coming, they’re waiting. A minute later, I knocked on their door. It opened, and the husband welcomed me inside their suite.
We shook hands and he told me how happy I’d made their trip eventful. The husband introduced himself as Eric; his wife was waiting in the bedroom. Eric wore a bathrobe and a blonde wig with glasses. He and his wife were in their late-forties. Mira lay in the king-sized bed, looking regal and sumptuously decked in a corset and thigh stockings. All the photos I’d seen of her seemed to distill her sensual beauty before my eyes; my penis was already coming awake, sensing the work ahead.
Mira came into my arms for a hug, and that was how we got things started. Eric wanted to make drinks; neither Mira nor I heard him as we were too busy kissing. My hands caressed her body from her shoulders to grasp her butt.
Did you bring something special for me? She asked while pressing her knee against my groin.
“I think I did,” I played along. “But how about we find out.”
Eric returned from making the drinks to find his wife kneeling before me with her hands on my crotch. He placed the drinks somewhere and then loosened his robe to reveal that he was wearing a similar corset, panties and stockings like his wife; I could tell he wore a cage underneath his panties.
Eric came and knelt beside Mira and together they worked to loosen my belt and jeans buttons. They then shoved my jeans and pair of briefs to reveal my rod. My cock popped out of its hiding place eager and ready for a fight; I took a moment to slip into my cock-ring, then allowed them to get to work.
Sissy-husband and wife got busy sucking my cock, passing it back and forth like a frisbee. They worked in tandem, like a pair of pliers whose task was to get me off. Sometimes Mira attended to my cock while Eric choked on my balls. They later switched places and later brushed their lips either side of my shaft like I was slipping through a car wash. They’d obviously had much practice; they were quite good, and I strenuously withhold my senses from drowning in their attention.
The couple allowed me a chance to breathe and get out of my clothes. I discarded every item, then led the wife to the bed; I never bothered with the pack of Trojans as it didn’t seem necessary. I lay on my back and she and her sissy resumed from where they had stopped, muttering back and forth while they did as if I was a prized meal.
His cock is very big, darling.
It’s what I told you, hon. I’ll bet you can’t wait to get him inside you, right?
Aww, you know me too well.
They chuckle while keeping time by sucking me.
Mira came up and lay on top of me. Eric stroked my cock and inserted it into her pussy. I watched between her spread legs as her pussy swallowed me. I smacked her buttocks as she started to work her hips. Mira loosened the strings of her corset to let her tits breathe. She leaned closer and I feasted upon them while my cock gained traction in her pussy. Her moans were sensuous and exquisite. Her pussy was tight, but not for long. Her husband retrieved my cock, sucked it clean, then returned it inside her.
Mira rode me harder and harder.
I lifted my legs, grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks as I could manage, and began fire-pounding her pussy.
The sound of my thighs hitting her buttocks sounded like thunderclaps. Mira’s body shook from the repercussions; her tits bounced against my face like a pair of mangoes. She screeched and moaned her lust; Eric appeared beside her and kissed her, wanting to share in her emotions.
I came off her after a lengthy ride and got her husband to lie under her crotch while I rammed her pussy doggy-style. Her buttocks shook like jelly; it bounced backwards each time I withdrew and then plunged back into her cunt. Eric kissed my balls. I withdrew my prick and allowed him to suck it clean before returning it back into his wife. I fucked her harder, as hard as I could with every muscle fibre in my hips, grunting like a fiery animal.
Mira sensed I was about to cum way before I did. Go ahead, cum inside me, daddy! FUCKING CUM INSIDE ME!
I couldn’t hold back the tide swelling at the tip of my prick. I let myself loose inside her cunt, and it felt so damn refreshing. I flooded the bitch’s pussy and kept jerking and jerking until I was about spent. I tottered backwards, and her husband took up the rein and pressed his face against her snatch. Mira sat upright and twerked her butt over her husband’s chin, laughing while she did. Her husband seemed to enjoy every minute of it.
I went and grabbed one of the drinks Eric had left on a table and took a sip while my body calmed itself. I was drenched in sweat and yet my penis hadn’t slackened its turgidity.
Eric finished cleaning his wife, then she went into the bathroom. I returned to the bed with my drink, and Eric knelt before me and worshipped my cock once more.
Would you mind spending the night, he asked. I think Mira is going to want more of you later.
“You see I brought my bag with me. How about keeping me over for the weekend?”
Yes, sir. That would be great. We would both love that. He went back to sucking me. And maybe you could get to fuck me, too later, he added.
I finished my drink and put it away. “Why wait for later, sissy-boy. Let’s get started now.”
Eric assumed the position on the bed and pushed his panties to the side while I stroked my erection. Mira exited the bathroom and came to help spread his ass cheeks for me.
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