The Complaisant Voyeur

Susan knew how to dress, if the objective was to gain men`s attention. Her entrance into the hotel room could only be described as spectacular; a platinum blonde, clad in a glamorous white fur stole, she took the breath of every man in the room. Martin, her husband, smiled at the effect his sexy wife had upon the small group present; although he had expected something of that nature, Susan had excelled.He had never seen the dress that she wore; a low-cut, figure-hugging creation, in a soft, shimmering material, it clung to her, showing her generous curves to perfection. Soft, swelling cleavage could be glimpsed beneath the white fur she clasped around herself; smooth white flesh quivered invitingly above the low-cut neckline.
Men swarmed around her, anxious to tend every need; to help her slip the fur from her shoulders; to get her a drink…she reacted coolly, taking a small, pretty compact from the clutch bag that she carried, she then proceeded to examine her appearance in it; primping, patting her hair from behind, in that timeless, feminine way that women have; checking her lipstick and her alabaster, creamy complexion; her heavily lashed eyes, aware that she was surrounded by men, and conscious of the effect that she had upon them.
Susan was a stunningly attractive woman; she had a lush, ripe fullness that men loved. She wasn`t a skinny clothes horse, never that; she was totally aware of her particular look; of the effect that she had on men, and she played upon it shamelessly.
Martin, then, was a very fortunate man. He thought so, but was aware that some other men might not gaze upon his existence with such a covetous eye, if they knew a little more about what actually went on. In reality, he was a cuckold; he loved and worshipped his wife, but he had a weakness… He loved to see his wife in flagrante delicto; to watch her being used, preferably by strangers; to see her fucked to orgasm, repeatedly; to experience the bittersweet thrill that came from watching her being kissed passionately, right in front of him. In short, the kind of man termed `Le voyeur complaisant`, by the French; a man who gains extreme pleasure, and sexual satisfaction, from watching his wife being used by other men; in the fullest possible sense.
However, it was Susan who had suggested this particular gathering; Martin had organised it at her instigation. She had whispered in his ear, during role play, how she would adore to be used by lots of men, shared, taken and used by them, one after the other, right in front of him…he had agreed, without hesitation, for the scenario she had described was a long-held fantasy of his. The only reason that had stopped him from introducing the idea previously was that he thought she would have baulked. Martin still thought, perhaps naively, that he was bringing Susan along slowly but surely; in point of fact, her confidence, her consciousness; her awareness, had grown in leaps and bounds.
She was no longer the shy but willing, sexy young blonde, who a few years ago had allowed a black man to fuck her, in front of her husband, ostensibly, to please him. She had blossomed; now, she had become an irresistible vamp. She knew that few men could resist the allure of a sexy, available woman. After all, availability was quoted by Errol Flynn as being the greatest aphrodisiac in the world, and the perception is that he knew what he was talking about.
Susan had turned into a voracious, sexy woman; she knew where her bread was buttered, make no mistake about that, but the various enhancements that she had been introduced to, over the past few years, had changed her, not a little. By that, I mean cocaine, mainly; she loved the effect it had on her, the way that it lowered her inhibitions, and removed any self-consciousness from the sexual encounters they shared. She also adored the obscene, kinky thrill that she gained from abandoning herself completely to a strange man, allowing him to do what he wanted to her…
In a way, it had been a journey; the gathering tonight represented an arrival, of sorts, for Susan. She had become increasingly aware over the past few years, of the power that she had over men. She understood the cuckold psyche very well; at the root, the motivation was simple, to her: the men who allowed themselves to be cuckolded wanted to be humiliated.
The awareness that men desired her, had always been a turn-on for Susan; she loved to know that her husband would masturbate as she was being fucked, right in front of him. He did that regularly; (at her insistence; she had told him that it excited her…) gripping his stiff cock as his sexy wife was kissed passionately, wanking furiously while she was being fucked, or had a thick, black cock in her mouth… Susan loved to see him degrading himself in this fashion, often making eye contact with him while she was being used, sometimes giving a slow, sexy wink as he moved his hand up and down his prick.
What he loved best of all, was when she made the sign of the cuckold for him, behind her lover`s back; the sign of the cornuto: formed by holding up the index finger, and the little finger… the horns; made by the woman while she was being fucked by another man, and being watched by her husband. Martin loved it; it signified a collusion between man and wife, a secret signal that she understood the complexity of what they were doing; somewhere between an insult directed at the cuckold husband, and the wife`s acknowledgement of her own sluttish behaviour.
It had not always been like that; in the beginning, when they first began; when Martin had first persuaded Susan to cuckold him, she allowed him the impression that she was only doing it because she wanted to please him. That wasn`t strictly true; she loved it, and it was at her insistence that Martin first began to masturbate while she was engaged in sexual congress with other men. Since then, it had become the norm; but the reality was that she really wanted just another way to control him; it was all part of her grand plan. All that Susan really wanted was to humiliate her husband; that was her modus operandi… but she never allowed him to become aware of it; never, ever…
Now, she stood in the middle of the room, with all the men clustering around her; Martin moved around, seeking the best angles; the best views for his camera. As he focussed on his wife`s beautiful face, she looked at the camera, at him, with a faintly imperious, almost contemptuous gaze, before deliberately turning her head, knowing exactly what she was doing, allowing the man nuzzling her cheek to kiss her parted lips; her head tilting back as his mouth found hers in a full-blooded kiss. The kiss lasted thirty seconds or so; a passionate kiss that she broke only to turn her head towards the other man, beside her, lips parted… again, she was kissed; kissed deeply, avidly…
Martin captured it all on camera, as she allowed one man after the other to kiss her; hands moved all over her body, squeezing and moulding her breasts, while she was being kissed, still more hands under her dress… he loved the feelings surging through him, his prick stiffening as he watched her cuckold him shamelessly, kissing one man after the other, allowing all, letting them use her… now, one man dropped to his knees, his hands slipping beneath her dress; the soft, shimmering material ruching up as he pushed it higher, baring her shapely, stocking clad thighs, pushing his face into her soft, secret, warmth; pulling the lacy French knickers aside, and probing, licking, penetrating her wetness.
She moaned softly, as yet another man lifted her dress and knelt behind her, parting her soft, silken cheeks, slipping his tongue into her small, brown, pucker and teasing her gently; she gasped in pleasure as she realised what was being done to her, before she was lifted bodily, and laid on to the settee; men were all around her, kissing her one after the other; yet another man with his face pushed deep into her, hands everywhere…
Between kisses, Susan gazed at the camera once more; now, Martin had found the best vantage point, for that moment, and was slowly stroking his stiff cock, unable to resist the kinky delight of watching his sexy blonde wife writhing in ecstasy beneath the onslaught of pleasure that the men were inflicting upon her… his beautiful, platinum blonde trophy wife; now being fucked right in front of him, legs wide apart, high heels waving obscenely in the air, as the man`s thick, black prick moved in and out of her, the kiss molten.. she moaned softly, before squealing in pure, lustful pleasure; the huge black man fucking her began to move faster, until he came deep inside her, unable to help himself.
Martin spent the next hour and a half in the same way; taking photographs of his sexy blonde wife being used, in the fullest sense of the word; videoing her, as one man after the other fucked her, or enjoyed the sheer ecstasy of her soft lips sucking his stiff prick. More than once, several men enjoyed her simultaneously; one fucking her, another kissing her passionately; her hands fully occupied…
Throughout, Susan allowed them to fuck her as they wished; in any position they desired; she loved it; the sheer, kinky delight of one man after another; the intimacy of the passionate kisses… and all the while, the added frisson of pleasure that came from knowing her cuckold husband was present. Filming her; masturbating over her as she was taken and used in every conceivable way. She laid there, a fuck toy who had been used by every man in the room, and then she beckoned her husband, in that unmistakeable way. He came, slightly bewildered that she should want this now; wanting him to bury his face into her open, soft, wet cunt; fucked by every man present…she wanted him to lick her, to bury his tongue deep within her.
He sank to his knees, between her open thighs, as she lifted her legs over his shoulders; a small pearl of spunk visible within her soft, wet cunt. She gazed into the small compact, fixing her lipstick, totally ignoring him as he held her open, as though he wasn`t even there. He began to lick her in that special way; long, lascivious licks, from the bottom of her pulled apart labia, to the very top, moving over her clitoris, before doing it again, slowly… she began to writhe her hips, unable to resist the pleasure being inflicted upon her, but he was merciless; he kept on moving his face against her… licking, over and over, and then, pushing hard, forcing his nose into the wet, soft, open cunt, allowing the bridge of his nose to move against her clitoris, as if by accident.
He did this to his sexy blonde wife, as she was kissed passionately, by the men who had materialised on each side of her, her lipstick smearing as she allowed all, moaning with pleasure… and her cuckold husband, holding her tightly as he worked the magic that made her orgasm in a frenzy of abandoned, sensual delight; long past caring about anything except the kinky pleasure that engulfed her when she was kissed like this. She loved it; hungered for it: the feeling as her excitement grew, knowing that her husband was watching his sexy, blonde wife as she was kissed passionately, hungrily, right in front of him, while he licked and sucked her cunt; not caring about the humiliation of doing this to her; to his wife, who had been fucked by every man in the room… And, at the core of Susan`s pleasure, lay the truth known only to her; she had deliberately set out to humiliate her husband. To humiliate him until he could stand no more; until he became her slave. If her evaluation of the cuckold psyche was correct, that moment wasn`t so far away…

Susan beckoned to Carla, a friend who had been invited because she understood exactly what was going on, and motioned that she should again tend to Martin, while she, Susan, was taken and used once more. All conveyed without words, with no more than the lift of an eyebrow; Carla knew exactly what was happening, and what this meant; Susan was intent on humiliating her husband. Now, he was being forced to watch, whilst pleasure was inflicted upon him…

Martin could hear the sound of his wife being used, but was unable, at that particular moment, to turn his head, and see what was going on. Carla held his face, while she kissed him full on the lips; then, she turned his head so that he could see. Susan was being fucked by a black man, her legs wide apart; high heels waving obscenely in the air as she clutched at him helplessly, unable to prevent the pleasure flooding through her. He was moving in and out, his thick black prick being pushed deep into her; guided by her hands, he moved his buttocks in a figure-of-eight, his pelvic bone forced against her clitoris… then, she began to moan out loud, and her mouth sought that of the man fucking her, kissing him deeply as her orgasm took her senses away, all propriety gone.
Again, Carla kissed him, murmuring that Susan was a sexy slutwife, wasn`t she? Letting a man fuck her like that… making a cuckold of him… Carla stopped kissing him, and turned his head, so that he could witness what was being done to his sexy blonde wife. Martin gazed at the tableau that greeted him, one that he was forced to watch; of Susan, her lover moving in and out of her, his thick black prick at the point of no return, as his own climax came, and he spurted his come into her receptive cunt. Gasps of pleasure came from Susan, as Carla whispered softly into his ear, her lips touching him, stopping him from turning away; not that he wanted to…`Oooh, Martin; look at that… he`s spunked up your wife; come right in her cunt, hasn`t he? Look at her, the sexy whore; she loves it… that`s why she`s kissing him like that, isn`t it?
She turned his head back until her red lips were close to his once more, and kissed him forcefully, her tongue pushing its way into his mouth; the kiss lasted until she turned his head, and made him watch again, as she commented on that which he could see for himself, in a voice that betrayed her contempt for him…`Oooh, he`s really fucked her hasn`t he? Fucked the arse off your sexy wife, right under your nose…and she`s loved it, hasn`t she? You know what comes next, don`t you? You dirty cunt-sucker…she wants you to go and clean her up again, doesn`t she? So that she can be fucked again; fucked in front of you…oooh she wants you; look, she`s calling you over…go on, you dirty bastard, go and do it, do it now…`
Martin obeyed, crossing to where his wife laid on the couch; she turned towards him , beckoning him with the scarlet nail of her index finger. She opened her legs wide, in an obscene pose which hid nothing; her labia swollen; a small pearl of spunk beginning to ooze from her…`You know what I want, don`t you, darling?` she murmured, taking out a tube of lipstick and a small, pretty compact from her clutch bag, and settling herself into a more comfortable position.
She laid there, her shapely legs wide apart, sheer, dark nylons, lacy topped, in contrast to her creamy thighs, her pose one of pure sluttish abandonment. He sank to his knees, pushing his face into the cunt that he adored, and worshipped, tasting the saltiness of her… she ignored him, ostensibly concentrating on applying the vivid lipstick as he buried his face in her, pushing his tongue deep, where the black cock had just been.

`That`s it, that`s a good boy… unnh…ooh, that`s lovely,darling, don`t stop…` She murmured the occasional encouragement, as he continued to carry out the humiliating task, watched by every man present, his face buried deep in her, nylon-clad legs over his shoulders, high heels moving obscenely in the air when he forced his face a little deeper into her.
Still, she continued to primp with the aid of the compact, touching her lips with the lipstick, murmuring occasionally about the state that she had been left in; when she was satisfied that her lips were luscious once more, she began to pat her hair, in that feminine, timeless way that women have, examining herself in the small mirror…all as if he didn`t exist.
When she had finished, she replaced the cosmetics into the clutch bag, and pushed him away. Martin dutifully returned to where Carla sat on another large settee, and she pulled him to her; just as another black man joined Susan on the opposing couch; and kissed her full on the lips, or would have done, except she twisted away, to protect her lipstick, and also to give Martin a good look; making sure that he could see everything. Satisfied that he had a perfect view, she allowed the guy to kiss her, knowing that her husband was watching, and could see her vivid lipstick, in stark contrast to the man`s dark skin.She didn`t close her eyes, though; she gazed at her husband, watching her, being kissed… soon the thick, black prick would be inside her, fucking her, and her humiliated husband would again be forced to watch, while Carla stroked his stiff cock, holding it tightly, as her hand moved up and down, while she whispered in Martin`s ear that which he could see for himself… right under his nose; his slut of a wife being fucked again; between soft kisses, she whispered in his ear, making him watch what was happening…`Oooh, she`s being fucked again, Martin; look at her, she`s putting her fingers up for you; look…the dirty whore, she`s making the sign of the cuckold for you to see…oh my… letting you know what a dirty slut she really is, isn`t she? Black cock, again; she loves it…oooh, look, she`s kissing him, getting her lipstick smeared, even while she`s fucking him…ooh, she really is a dirty little cunt, isn`t she, doing that, right under your nose…making a cuckold of you…she`s a real glamourslut, isn`t she?…`
Carla continued, stroking his stiff cock, and whispering the pure filth that she knew he loved to hear…  what a naughty, dirty slut his wife was… and what a disgusting, complaisant, cuckold voyeur he really was, allowing this to go on right in front of him… letting his wife be fucked, and made to suck black cocks… soon, Martin`s breathing betrayed him, and Carla stopped kissing him, and made him watch, as she moved her hand faster, until he spurted, the creamy whiteness running over her hand… during the moments that followed, his mind went back… it hadn`t always been like this, he thought, as Carla continued to berate him… not in the early days…

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