As I'm edging the night away, I'm recalling a particular, very hot memory. KK and I were traveling in France, and visited a dungeon event in Paris for one evening's entertainment.
Among the many fascinating, erotic, and depraved things I witnessed that night, one part stands out. KK had on only an underbust corset, with in-built garters. She wore back-seam stockings, and platform, ankle-strap Mary Jane heels, all black with red trim and accents. That evening, KK was freshly shaved for the event, her hair and makeup done at the hotel salon - she was an absolute work of art.
I watched her, strapped, standing, legs apart, face toward a luxurious St. Andrews Cross, her wrists and ankles cuffed to eyelets on the fixture. On the 'inboard' side of the cross, there was a sort of step-stool/platform contraption - it sort of reminded me of a winners podium at a race. Strapped to the cross, one hooded, naked man fucked KK from behind, ramming her bare pussy over and over with his long, skinny mushroom-headed cock.. As the guy standing doggie-fucked my wife, there was another completely naked man, wearing only sunglasses, atop the podium thing.. His cock, curved, throbbing, as he mouth-fucked KK was a sight to behold.
The guy who was fucking KK reached to her front, and diddled her clit while ramming her from behind. I watched as her knees buckled during orgasm, as she sagged from her bound wrists on the cross. It was so fucking hot I came without stroking my cock....