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A nice smile worshiping what she has hold of !

A hand hold for leverage!!

Cheese lover.

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So many opportunities!!

Pool side exercises.

On the job training.

After This We Can Go On Lunch // Francois Sagat & Tyler Berg

Concentrate!

Gotta keep his strength up - feed him well.

Double the pleasure!

Would love to be dominated by this one!!

Actually Satan, yeah. Let’s do this shit. Today.

Really?

Busy schedule for the evening!

Wow. That is neat!

Looks to me as a fun time for all.

Messy good

I wish.

Aim carefully and you will hit the target!

Now that is a full load!

My collection - Again!

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What a catch!!

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Stretched!

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Encouragement!

Stacked

Good!!

Oh ya!!

Would love for this to be my option from my woman.

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Will it fit?

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I want to feel this one at full attention and hardness.

handsome

Size is important, butt as long as you will “make it fit” is even more important 🤣

Cleanup required.

If your throbbing, veiny Irish banger☘️🍆 is so backed-up that you can erupt hands-free⛲️.. The least you can do is a ring a teammate🏉 & provide a healthy dose of quality protein!! 😅💦💦

What a fisting story!!

Basement initiation...

I set upon the task of finishing the basement myself with vigor I hadn't expected. I had planned on hiring a contractor, but there was an initial phase of the job that was very simple, and even a simple man like me could manage it: a good sized gym and an attached storage area, nothing fancy, no plumbing and no duct work. We had been talking about adding "accessories" to the gym that would make it serve as a play area as well. A ceiling anchor for a sex swing and a glory hole, for example, were absolute necessities. But when I got the idea of surprising my wife with an anonymous fucking booth, similar to the ones in some Czech videos we'd enjoyed, I just couldn't stop myself from getting this job done and doing it myself, so it would be done right.

I set about the task of framing and finishing the basement with the plan kept completely secret from my lovely wife. The "fuck closet" was accessible under the basement stairs, conveniently located on one wall of the storage room. So it wouldn't be ridiculously obvious to anybody visiting, or even people who were helping me finish the place or using our gym with us down the road. I had framed the hole out, cleared out the area under the stairs, and even placed our massage table strategically inside the fuck closet, directly behind the 16" wide hole in the wall, built at exactly the right height for our deviant purposes. The only thing we wouldn't have there, which I could install later right next to the anonymous fuck hole, was a traditional glory hole for me, but we could figure that out later. My wife, Shelly, who had been visiting the basement frequently to watch my progress as I'd framed it out, hadn't been down there in a couple of weeks and construction had gotten to the point where it was pretty well obscured, so I really no longer needed to hide my plans from her. It appeared my plan to surprise her was going to work.

The only weird part about the whole job came about when a good friend of my wife's needed work. Mark was a drywaller, and the timing was perfect... She promised me he knew what he was doing and offered him the opportunity to drywall, texture, and prime the walls for us. I had to admit the price was right, so I let go of the rest of the project. I had no way of hiding the fuck hole though before he started work, so I folded up the massage table, which had been sitting there behind the fuck hole for a few weeks now, and set it aside before they started the job. If he or any of his very small crew asked about the weird hole in the wall, I'd just tell them I intended it to be a pass-through for items to store in the little closet under the stairs.

I got a text from my wife one day while I was at work, telling me the job was done, asking me if I could Venmo him the payment. I told her I'd get on that only after I saw the work. She said she'd have him meet me at the house, which was fine by me. I owed him quite a bit of money and I thought maybe he'd rather have cash instead anyway. He wasn't there yet when I arrived, late that afternoon, but I went downstairs to see the finished work. I hadn't been down there since he'd gotten started on the job, and I was struck first by how different it looked with the drywall up, and next by the delicious smell of fresh paint. I was curious about how they'd finished the hole in the storage room wall, and had just peaked my head around the corner to get a look at it when what seemed like a pillowcase came over my head from behind, and I smelled a strong chemical odor. My arms were immediately somehow secured to my hips possibly just held there by some very strong arms... Drywaller's arms? I felt a few moments of confusion and fear, and I heard male voices as I felt my legs give way under me and I must have passed out.

When I awoke, it was dark. Well, not exactly dark. I was in a small, artificially lit room. It was THE room. I was on my back, on a soft surface in the fuck closet, and yes, by now you've guessed, I was securely restrained on my own massage table with my upper torso inside the fuck room I'd built, while my lower half was sticking out the hole that had been intended only for my wife. My ankles were securely fastened upward to something above the hole, and I was naked and completely exposed to anybody who may be on the other side of that wall. A blanket had been stuffed around my torso into the gap between me and the hole... An effective measure preventing me from seeing out through the hole and really hearing anybody on the other side... Except for the muffled voices. At least two of them. As time went on, I realized there were at least three, and possibly four voices out there. They were talking casually, and when I started to shift my body position around, testing my bonds both inside and outside the wall, they went silent.

I needed to think, but my brain was foggy from whatever I'd been knocked unconscious with. My squirming subsided, as I realized I was VERY securely restrained, and the voices resumed. I looked around me and finally noticed the small dry erase board attached to the wall to the side. In the dim lighting, I could make out some very familiar handwriting... It was a very brief note from my lovely bride. It said only:

"Good evening, Lover. When I saw what you were planning, I just couldn't let the opportunity to turn the tables pass me by. I told you Mark knew what he was doing. You've been cleaned and made ready to go, I promise. N-Joy!"

An additional note below said simply: "Great work on the basement Baby. Headed out with the girls!"

She'd caught me. We enjoyed fantasizing about "surprises" like this on occasion, and I even surprised her with a blindfolded unannounced gang bang a few years prior. Five guys in a hotel room we'd reserved for a Vegas concert, and I'd interviewed all these guys through a Craigslist ad and phone calls in the weeks leading up to our visit. I didn't know what was planned for me here, but I knew she had taken full advantage of the opportunity to completely turn things around on me. AND she apparently had left me alone here with whomever was on the other side of that wall, with my exposed lower half.

Right about the time I'd finished my wife's note and these things were running through my foggy head, I felt something touch me. It was cold and wet. A hand started massaging my exposed ass, and the wetness was apparently from a liberal glob of lukewarm oil. I then felt two hands squeezing and massaging my ass cheeks, and they were really kneading them good now. I felt both of this person's thumbs work between my cheeks and slide a little inside me, opening me up as they slid back outward. After a few minutes, I started to squirm a bit. I felt embarrassed and vulnerable. I'm sure the stranger could already tell, as I opened up for him, than I was loose and easy to gape, after years of training, both on my own and with my wife. If this guy wasn't careful, he might lose some some jewelry in there. I tried to lift my butt up, and discovered this was a nearly impossible task, even a little bit, with my knees up against the wall that held my ankles fast. Nevertheless, my captor suddenly took his hands off me, and after a brief pause, I felt him slap me back there... Hard. I don't like this normally, and I didn't particularly like it now, but the message was received: stay still and don't fight it. A thrill ran through me, and I realized I was truly helpless to this obviously in-control gay or bi man, and needed to just relax and try to control my breath.

There was a couple minutes of total inactivity, then I felt something else against my ass, this time more directly placed on my hole. It was another kind of material, something I've never felt before, and it felt like it was being smeared and forced gently into my somewhat relaxed hole. More and more of whatever it was was being smeared inside me, and I had some sort of thought that I was being packed with panel adhesive from a tube laying around the basement to repair some squeaks in the flooring above. But if that's what it was, they'd just use the gun, not a spoon or whatever it was they were packing it in me with. They stopped, and I could feel whatever it was inside me. A good portion of it was up inside my rectum, and there was definitely enough, even for me to feel in my cavernous ass. Another pause, and something very bizarre started happening. I was being licked. It was getting fierce, and I quickly realized this wasn't a human being licking me. It was a dog. Wow... We didn't own a dog, so somebody brought their own beast here for this task, and Bowser was tackling his job with vigor. He rapidly ran out of surface snack, which I now assumed was peanut butter, and he started wedging his nose deep into my hole, and snaking his tongue inside me, deeper and deeper. Not gonna lie, I think my eyes probably rolled back in my head from the pleasure at this point, and I realized then that the depths of my depravity had probably been completely laid bare to Mark, and I very probably had no secrets from him at this point. So Bowser finished his meal. I have to say it probably took him a good 15 minutes, and he felt like a collie, with a long snout that made it deep into my rectum, and a tongue that found its way further up that chute, getting every bit of peanut butter he could dig out.

At some point, he finally stopped. I realized then that I had dosed off, and was pleasantly surprised and more than a little proud that this was such a comfortable mechanism. The hands returned, spreading more oil on and in my ass, and this time, the thumbs and fingers weren't nearly as timid about opening me up in preparation for whatever came next. I didn't have long to wait. The hands left my skin, there was the briefest pause, and suddenly then I felt a cock slide right up inside me, all the way to the balls. It stayed there for a minute, and I could feel it growing just a little more. Then the rhythmic thrusting started, and whoever it was was hitting my ass with his hips harder and harder as he thrust in and out. After only a few minutes, he backed away, and within seconds, another cock slid into me. This one was bigger, and he hit the upper wall of my rectum with the fat head of his cock. This was less comfortable for me than the first guy, as he thrust harder and harder, but I squeezed my eyes shut and just took it. Then, he was replaced, by still another cock. At first, I thought maybe this was one of my dildos, big fat head and girth like a soda can, but I could tell it had that give to it that even a hard cock has and no dildo does. He bottomed out in my wet, gaping hole before his hips touched my butt, and he stopped. I heard voices. They were talking over there. I felt him move around inside me probing, bouncing in and out gently, looking for that upper inner entryway... When he found it, he knew it immediately, and drove his huge cock home, up inside my guts. My eyes popped wide and my hands went to my abdomen. I felt the head of his cock pushing up just below my navel, and tilted my head forward to try to see what he was doing to me there. I'd never had a cock this big inside me and I was absolutely in heaven. He was a MASTER and knew the dangers of withdrawing too far prior to slamming back into me. He kept that massive head just beyond the inner opening, so he wouldn't kill me on one of these hard thrusts. I knew Shelly had given them clear instructions then, and I relaxed into it even more. I gasped and moaned my unheard and unheeded consent to this ass-rape, and I believe I even passed out yet again, before too long. The next thing I was aware of was this beast pounding into me harder than ever, and as he started to moan loudly on the other side of the wall, I felt his cock begin to grow even a little more, before erupting inside of me with what felt like two dozen pulsing throbs, filling my guts with his gooey spooge. He was shaking. I could feel it. His legs were quivering and I could feel it as he leaned up against my butt. Everything was quiet, but he had to back out of me, probably to keep from collapsing on my basement floor. As he did so, I felt that incredible schlong slide out of my hole, and I swear, I could feel my ass hanging wide open for anybody to yell into it and listen for an echo.

I felt something blunt pushing up against my ass, bigger than the prior intrusion, and definitely pushing between the bones of my pelvis. It was a fist, this much I knew right away. Now, I have been fisted by my wife, and I enjoy it... A lot. And it's always been our little secret. But this was a man's hand, and it felt far bigger than hers. I braced myself and it was just now that I remembered the handles screwed into the studs on either side of my waist, and I grabbed them just as my fist-rapist began to push hard into me. My thighs, pressing up against the wall above me would prevent me from getting forced inside, but those handles provided me leverage and some sense of control, as I could literally push back by pulling on them, demonstrating my full eagerness and compliance. Yep, when the last of his knuckles popped inside me, I was fucking FULL and began to groan loudly and push back on his hand with more intensity. I had to have him in there. In fact, I wanted more, but I had no way to convey this. I didn't need to. He backed partway out and I felt his fingers straighten inside me. He didn't push in deeper though. Not yet. I felt the fingers of his other hand slide in alongside the first, and while I knew there was no way he'd get both hands inside me, I also knew nothing was going to stop him from trying. As he forced the second hand inside partway, I felt the first one, fingers extended, push deeper. And deeper. And still deeper. Now I let go of one of the handles and rested my hand on my abdomen again. I could feel his fingertips ABOVE my navel, working their way into my belly, deeper and deeper, and wiggling, likely for my benefit, undoubtedly proud of himself for this accomplishment. Had Shelly told him ALL of this? Was nothing sacred anymore? I will admit at that moment, as the knuckles of that second hand popped inside me along the wrist (or forearm?!) of his first hand, I didn't care one bit. This guy could turn me inside out, I was beyond caring.

Finally, he stopped. He took what seemed like a really long time to drag his limbs out of my insides, and when the last of his fingers left my hole, I was undoubtedly gaping wide and draining oil and cum all over the concrete floor. I know it seems a bit anticlimactic, but there were still two cocks that hadn't cum yet that I was aware of, and as if on cue, one of them entered me, yet again, and fucked me for several minutes before emptying out inside me. The other one did the same. I shouldn't have been surprised by this, but that was followed by another cock, and another. Not counting the giant cock that had fucked me and filled me to overflowing earlier, I counted another EIGHT cocks that fucked me at the end there. Every one of them emptied into me within a few minutes. Apparently they were turned on by the whole thing and didn't require a lot of coaxing to get there...

Then. It was over. Things got very quiet over there, and the voices all subsided. I lay there, utterly exhausted, no doubt pouring cum all over the floor over there, but still comfortable, for 10-20 minutes before a familiar, lovely voice called into the now-open fuck closet door: Hi my Love! I hope you enjoyed the little surprise I set up for you! Mark should have the whole video on-line within a few hours. Let's get you rested and fed, then I wanna see it!

Nice way to take care of tension.

She had her way with me today! ❤️