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fingers moved their way up to my nipples and played with them as she sucked me. Ever since I’d seen Gina at the airport, I’d longed to see her magnificent, full lips wrapped around my hard shaft. Her big, beautiful eyes looked up at me as she sucked my cock, telling me with their sparkle that she was enjoying this even more than I was.
    Brooke came up for air from between my legs, leaving my balls sticky with her spittle as she massaged them with her hand. “Come to bed with us, Bob,” she cooed. “We’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
    Gina took one hand and Brooke took the other, and the two of them led me into our bedroom.
    There’s nothing like old friends, I decided, for keeping a marriage interesting.
     
    Gina and Brooke kissed and fondled me as they slipped off my clothes. They pushed me naked onto the bed, which was still damp with their lovemaking. Gina got between my legs and ran her full lips up and down my cock again while Brooke settled down onto my face, leaning forward so she could enjoy my cock alongside her best friend. I greedily ate my wife’s cunt. Brooke’s moans mounted in volume with each stroke of my tongue on her pussy. She was gushing with arousal; I lapped up her juices as the two of them worked my cock. Soon Brooke’s hips were grinding in time with my thrusts, and I knew she was close to coming.
    “Roll over,” sighed Brooke, lifting herself off my face.
    “Why?” I asked.
    Brooke looked down at me and giggled. “Just do it,” she said. Gina’s mouth came off my cock. I let them roll me onto my stomach. Brooke straddled my back. I felt her seize my wrists and push them into the black fabric straps I’d installed for the occasions when Brooke was in the mood for something kinky. I’d used them on her many times, strapping her spread-eagled to the bed before fucking her silly—but she’d never used them on me.
    Gina was giving my ankles the same treatment, and before I knew it I was face down, my limbs spread, securely fastened.
    “Hey,” I said weakly. “You can’t get at the good stuff if you tie me this way!”
    Gina disappeared as Brooke slid down my body and began to kiss and nuzzle my neck, her legs spread around my ass.
    “Oh, yes we can,” she said, seizing my hair.
    I could feel my cock throbbing against the sex-damp sheets, and it had just begun to dawn on me that I shouldn’t have let these two women tie me up. “Hey,” I growled. “I liked what we were doing before. Let me up.”
    Gina was beside the bed, handing my wife a ball gag. I opened my mouth to protest, and Brooke used that moment to stuff the ball gag into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she got the strap around the back of my head and pulled the buckle tight.
    As I struggled against the bonds, it occurred to me that Gina had more than just the ball gag. I looked at her in horror. Gina was wearing a harness, into which was fitted a huge black dildo.
    I tried to scream a protest, but the ball gag prevented it. I’d done a good job of installing the straps; I was bound and helpless. I heard the big, heavy bed frame creaking as I pulled against it in protest. I watched as Brooke leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of Gina’s strapped-on cock. Her mouth glided eagerly up and down the shaft, the way she’d sucked my cock just a moment ago—the way she’d sucked my cock so many nights in the past.
    Her lips came away from Gina’s cock and strings of spit stretched from her mouth to the head.
    “I bought this especially so Gina could fuck me with it,” said Brooke. “But now I see she’s got another task ahead of her. I’m never going to have the marriage I want unless we teach you a lesson, Bob. Don’t you agree?”
    I screamed a desperate protest behind the gag, but it only came out as a pathetic, muffled groan. Gina looked down at me and smiled, pretty as a peach, her beautiful lips still glistening from my cock and my wife’s pussy. Then Brooke seized my hair