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Best honeymoon ever? My wife and a 4'11'' sex worker tickle tortured/FJ me [FF/M]XXX

Onlyfornow

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Warning: explicit

It all started when my wife and I realized that we wanted to share a woman together. Her being bi, myself being straight, we went from assuming we could make a threesome happen with one of our friends, but later realized that the legal sex trade in Nevada may be an even more sensual experience. Saving the money across a year, we decided to end up making the trip our honeymoon since we hadn't been able to afford one back when we got married. Sounded like a dream from the start, right? It was... but I really didn't expect to be driven as insane as I was by the experience.

Without giving away too many identifying details, we selected a brothel in the Las Vegas, NV area (over 90 minutes away I think). The website told us about how they specialize in girls who like to service couples at the same time (though individual rooms are the main draw, as you'd imagine at any brothel). It really is just like on TV or in the movies: you walk in, there's a lounge, you mingle, girls approach you and you see how your chemistry is... my wife has never been with a woman so she instantly blushes at all the pretty women in one place, all vying for us to choose them.

She whispers to me, "which girl would you want to see next to me if I decided to dom you with one of the ladies?" Completely fair question, and my answer seemed to make her happy: "whichever one looks like she'll make you the wettest while you're doing it." I've always been very good at making sure my wife knows how hot her own pleasure is, and as soon as I made it clear that I was game for any girl in the room she found attractive, I could tell she felt easier and started to let herself point out girls that she thought was most beautiful.

Eventually, one of the girls sees her pointing, smiles, and comes over to us.

For the visual readers out there: the profile of all girls is available on the brothel website, so while I didn't know these features while I was looking at her walking up, I was able to find out later. This girl was so tiny, smaller than even our shortest friends back home. She had to be under five feet, we thought. And as it turned out, she was 4'11''. Black hair, tan skin, exotic eyes that look vaguely Asian or South American (her racial makeup was something she prided herself on keeping secret due to how nobody could ever guess), really warm smile, and surprisingly, REALLY big feet for a girl her height. My own wife is a size 8 and her feet looked almost identical, despite my wife being 7 inches taller than this girl.

You know the feeling of when a really sweet, gorgeous waitress takes your order and is personable and talks to you and your wife, and you get that little pang of sexual tension? It felt just like that. The hospitality vibe that came with this brothel made us feel even more comfortable, and we chatted about various things such as the tattoos me and my girl had, or the fan art on the phone case we had. It was just so nice, like some old friend had come over to us and was excited to see us.

We ended up agreeing to go meet in a bungalow, where pricing is finally discussed. We knew it'd be expensive for two people to receive one girl, and we were very grateful that this girl was not only bisexual, but obsessed with servicing couples because she said it made her feel safer. I completely got that. I also used this as the perfect opportunity to transition into what I wanted to say since we got there:

"I'm a sub."

Her eyes flicked and she looked even happier. I am a pretty big guy, 6'3''. not lanky but not fat. Just a thick guy who doesn't look like the sort who would want girls pushing him around or teasing him. I look like the traditional dom daddy type of man, so admitting to her that I wanted to be the bitch to both her and my wife ended up being something that sealed the deal. We put down $500 and decided that we would just put down more money if we didn't all finish. (Quick point to mention: our goal was for all three of us to orgasm, even though the dom thing was my main hope of being there. Deep down, I knew that if I was tickled and not stroked off, I'd still be very happy. More on that though...)

The bungalows have all the necessary bondage and BDSM equipment a sub could ask for. Some were upright but there were also straps on the bed. I always imagined this scenario as a lay-down type, so I chose that. It was literally the only choice I would get to make for nearly 50 minutes.

Now... my wife and I have never fucked anyone else. We gave each other our virginities... after knowing each other for nearly a decade. This was a very out-of-our-element thing to be doing, so let me tell you just how shocking and erotic it was to see my wife blossom into a, "I want to fuck you with a girl and then fuck the girl," type of woman. I really never dreamed in my wildest fantasies that this woman would want to do this, not only for me but for HERSELF. Watching the familiar, domineering gaze of my wife once I was strapped down to the bed as our tiny escort stripped down to her lingerie, it was the single greatest experience of my life up until that very second. And it would only keep getting better from there.

(cont. in next posts)
 
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(ROUND 1: FF/M, me versus my wife and our lovely escort (Round 2 and Round 3 contained no tickling because round 2 was the escort and myself fucking my wife silly, and round 3 was my wife and I giving our escort the hardest orgasm we could together. Both of these parts of the story were really hot, but as this is TMF, I don't wanna bore y'all! Round 1, however, is where all the tickling is.)

As soon as I am strapped in, my wife starts to blurt out every last fetish I have, almost as if to rile me up now that I am in such a helpless position. "Okay so he really likes that we have power over him. He's already excited I bet." motioning to my crotch, which were clad in mesh shorts and underwear beneath. I was already shirtless and barefoot in anticipation of the bondage and being on the bed. My wife ignores my weird, very unmanly blushing and giggling as she rattles off my fetishes to this amazing girl, who acts genuinely excited and interested at each new admittance of each kink:

"He likes being tickled, that's his favorite. He likes nipple-play. He likes FEET (she really said it with that certain distinction too, because she knew it was the fetish I was in the most denial about). He likes the idea of two girls laying on both sides of him and whispering sexy shit into his ears. He likes..." For the purposes of this story, the stuff that may not apply to the readers of this forum is being omitted. I don't have any weird fetishes that aren't tame to fellow tickle enthusiasts though... almost all of us tend to like feet too. It just comes with the territory, as tickling and feet are somewhat related at times. But, by the end of the list, our girl smirks and very matter-of-factly says the best thing ever: "Let's tickle the shit out of him."

Those exact words were uttered in so many fantasies of mine, since before I could ever remember and I was young just jerking it at the first realization that tickling was hot. So many girls have blurted that in my fantasies over the years, and it almost felt like my wife had secretly told her to say that and coordinated it all, because I swear, as SOON as she is done saying the word "him", barely half-a-second passes before I am assaulted off-guardedly at all 20 fingers diving into my torso. My whole life I thought, "I bet the sensory overload makes it not even tickle," and thought I'd be able to take it. I really fucking couldn't.

The noise I make is almost a shriek, but then also a little bit of like a yelp. Both my wife and our lady start laughing at me as their kneading around on my stomach, chest, and sides starts to build up and I begin to process what this sensation even is. Even at her most vicious, my wife NEVER tickled me this ferociously when we were alone. She was always dainty and teasey, and slow but in a very sexy way. This? VERY SEXY, but almost overwhelming to a point that I cannot think, talk, or hardly breathe. (This was where I realized that I had a slight asphyxiation fetish, though I'd never be strangled I realized I adore being slightly suppressed in some way during sex. Like I'm trapped and have nowhere to go).

My wife knows every spot I have, including some I forget about. She happily proclaims after the first five minutes or so, "I'm going down to his feet!" and our girl very evilly replied with, "can I join?" Two girls on my feet at the same time, including the love of my life instructing this newcomer (who is getting the hang of it very very well, as she is a professional) is where I start to finally get visibly hard. All the torso tickling was amazing but the overload made it so I felt like the erection was almost being interrupted from all the bucking. Now, with my feet being where they are and the extra-erotic sensation of their hands down there, I start to get hard. Hard enough that they both see, and giggle, and then... the wife decides to get evil again.

"I don't know if you'd wanna do this with me or not, but..." and then she swiftly takes the toes of my left foot into her mouth. The other girl immediately does the same to my right.

The best part about the experience is that the girls started genuinely conversing and flirting with each other as they were tickling me. My wife was clearly really into this woman, which is why what she asked for next was unsurprising but still completely the hottest thing of the experience at-that-point yet again. After giving me a good 10 minutes of tickling total now, the wife asks our girl: "Will you suck his dick for me while I get his chest?" Again, lifelong fantasy to have both nipples stimulated during a blowjob. Very hard to pull off even with flexible girls, and so here I am now with a woman whose name I don't even actually know, opening her mouth and bringing it down onto my penis (which she gracefully pulls out of the hole of my underwear). The very second she does this, my wife brings just the very tips of her pointer fingers down onto my nipples. SO lightly. Just like at home. Just like on every vacation and anniversary we ever had, this girl is touching me as sensually as she always is.

My eyes are rolled into the back of my head by this point, but when I regain composure during this blowjob and nipple-tickling session, I look up at my wife (who is above me, sitting with my head in her lap as she stimulates my chest), and the hottest fucking thing... she isn't even looking down at me and my face, but down at my dick in the mouth of our escort. She then slyly looks down at me with this "isn't that fucking hot?" look in her eye. All I wanted tos ay was, "Yeah, sweetheart... this is the fucking hottest thing ever and it's all because of you."

I know this story is probably mostly being read for its eroticism, but can I quickly break and tell you all... I love my wife more than ever. What that escort did to me, with her, I attribute the hottness more to my wife than to the professional sex worker. (though she was a dream and was every bit what we wanted! It just shows how much my love and sexual attitude goes to my wife first. because she was the one who arranged this all!)

(cont. in one more post)
 
So... we last left off on my wife playing with and tickling my nipples, gaze fixed downward at my dick where our 4'11'', racially-ambiguous exotic beauty is eating me up. I'm loving that this is pleasing my wife just as much as it is me, and so I realize that if I don't say something, I'm going to come soon. I really want to get our money's worth, so I whisper to my wife, "I'm so close. I don't want it to be over!" She instantly takes the cue and says to our escort, "he thinks he's gonna blow! we should make him wait for it." This girl, knowing full well that she is a dom tonight, gingerly takes my dick out of her mouth and giggles. "Okay! Let's try some of that other stuff."

The next part I'm about to describe will be hard to get through. It has been my main masturbation fantasy in the months since we had this trip out to Nevada. While the whole of it was hot, what happened in the period between 20 to 40 minutes after we began is easily the best sexual moment I will ever have, period.

Our girl props herself up on her knees for a moment before getting back down off them, her legs now in front of her directly and the soles of her feet now completely facing me. She knows what she's doing completely: teasing the shit out of me because we mentioned that I like feet earlier. But what she says next took me and my wife completely off-guard, because the "OOoooh!!" noise my wife made at our escort's suggestion was enough to make her bolt down to the foot of the bed too. She asks my wife,

"Double footjob?"

The wife situates herself out and away from where she was behind me, now seated down on the left side of me as our escort is on the right side. She mimics our lady by stretching her own legs in front of me. Due to the height difference, my wife's feet end up much closer to me than the other girl, so our 4'11'' lady scoots her butt a little closer so that her own are equally showing their soles to me. I'm dying at this point, because I'm not being touched anywhere like I was only moments ago. But not for long. With more grace and surprising unison, my wife and this amazing girl both lift a leg each and bring a bare foot directly up to my penis, slowly fitting their feet gently against the shaft and head-rim of me. This was the moment that I realized how insanely big our escort's feet were. 7 inches shorter than my wife and it looked like the same girl could be giving me a footjob with her own two feet.

And just before the footjob begins, as they're cradling my dick very slowly and surely to make sure that I am in the best position for this, my wife blurts out her last amazing idea of the round: "Let's put our other feet on his chest." They each had a spare foot, splayed out directly by my sides as their legs were outstretched moments ago. Each of their adorable feet that is on my dick look amazing. I really start to realize just how hot this is when I realize they're both wearing different toenail polish, and also in noticing that the textures of their soles are completely different. Neither feeling better than the other either. Just a beautiful contrast on both sides of my penis by two different feet.

And so, with that one extra foot stretched out to each of them, the closest part of my whole body that they could easily tip their feet into the direction of? The nipples. My wife is by my left pec with her right foot, and the escort is by my right pec with her left foot. It is at this moment I also remember how much more sensitive my right nipple is than my left. They close their soles over my bare nipples entirely, the soft warmth of their feet enveloping each and making the most exciting friction on my chest.

And then? Well, the descriptions are already completely in place. From there, both girls repeatedly shafted my dick with their one-foot each, emulating the perfect two-foot footjob that I've ever gotten from the wife, but with the excitement of two knockout women to watch instead of just one. They teased me nonstop, started to converse with each other about how hot this was and how excited they were for me to repay the favor by making them cum. They both talked about how wet they are, and the escort said that domming me is unusually fun as she considers herself more submissive.

I am lucky to have held onto my semen for nearly 20 minutes before I blow at the 40 minute marker. They both giggle at me as I'm coming and the ecstasy of the night had only begun. From that moment onward, I have never looked at sex the same. I always thought this was the kind of thing that only happens in fantasies and porn, and yet here I was, lucky enough to be in the right state and with enough money to make it happen, with the perfect wife who wants it for herself as much as she does for me.

- Fin
 
Wow! I'd call you one of the luckiest guys in the world! A wife that loves you as much as you love her and gives you the fantasy of your dreams? how could you get any luckier? Even winning the power Ball couldn't top that much! Treat her like Gold!
 
This story is as sexy as it is intimate. Love how highly you speak of your girl, and that you got to experience this together. Great telling, friend <3
 
WOW! I would love to have my nipples tickled at the same time as my cock edged. And feet in my face would drive me WILD! if I could tickle those feet with my tongue and teeth while the rest is going on. I would go crazy!
 
In fact, it's insanely great that you and your wife were able to feel a special connection in the bedroom. This does not happen with my wife, because she is a deeply religious person and categorically does not accept dirty pleasures for herself. And we almost didn't have sex and didn't have it. Our connection is preserved only thanks to children and a common business. But I really wanted to try something new in sex that would bring new emotions into my life, and so I decided to find escorts2.com because I'm a man and I need good sex. For example, I do not believe in any way that sex for money is cheating, and I advise you to try it if your family relations are not so good anymore.
 
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