Guilty Fantasies 05 MMF: Part 5A, Snuff

Snuff- Choke

By the time Brent knocks on the door of our mini-suite I have carefully set both him and Mary up with different, but compatible instructions. I have just discussed Brent with Mary, bringing up conversations we have had in the past where we speculated on the concept of 3-way sex. Our talks had just been foreplay, at the “someday we should consider doing this” stage. I’ve suggested to Mary that Brent might be a candidate, and told her that tonight we could look him over to talk about his suitability for some possible fun time in the future. This is not what I’ve told Brent, and Mary is in for a surprise.

I let Brent into the room, and as he goes across the room to where Mary sits on the couch, I re-introduce them. “Brent, I believe you briefly met my lovely wife Mary before, and Mary, I know you remember meeting Brent.”

Mary struggles to a standing position as Brent reaches her, lifting her arms for a welcoming hug and cheek kiss. “Didn’t you say Mary, that you thought he had a good package?”

Mary blushed redly as Brent embraced her, his arms going high and low around her torso. He bent forward to kiss her as I went on, “Mary, in return Brent confessed today that he thought of you as a hot, sexy looking slut, ripe for a good, hard fuck!”

Mary’s eyes went wide in surprise, even before Brent pulled her hard against himself, his mouth going to hers. He kissed her full on the mouth, his right hand coming up her back to hold the back of her head, even as his left hand pressed low into the small of her back, keeping her groin against his. I had noticed as Brent went by me that he already had a hard-on, and I knew that Mary was feeling it pressing against her lower belly. Mary was rigid in his grasp, completely caught by surprise. She tried to say something in a shocked, or perhaps outraged tone, but the sound was muffled by the pressure of Brent’s lips against hers. Her visible eye focused on me, a frown creasing her forehead. I did not, as she perhaps expected, come to her rescue, just smiled at her.

Brent of course, had been told that Mary was ready, if not willing for sex with him, and how she needed truly brutal fucking to get off. We had discussed our mutual issues with our wives, and he understood I was on the verge of getting rid of Mary for good. He also held still, waiting to see if Mary was reacting as he expected. Mary tried to grab Brent with her hands, to push him back as she twisted her head out of the kiss. Mary protested loudly “No! Stop, let go of me!” She called out to me “Gary! Help me!”

Mary flinched from my response. “Do it Brent, teach my bitch a lesson.”

As I had told him to, Brent tightened his grip on the back of her head, pulling Mary’s hair hard enough to cause her to yelp “Ouch!”

Brent turned Mary’s face to her and forced another rough kiss while still holding her body hard against his.

As I had expected, Mary could not give in to her body’s sex drive. I saw her shudder a little as her ever-present sex drive tried to take over, and she seemed to melt against Brent for a moment before she began struggling. I saw her jaw clench, and knew that she was resisting his tongue that was trying to get into her mouth, working against her lips. Brent’s mouth came off Mary’s, his grip on her head turning her face aside as his mouth went to her neck, biting hard at the soft flesh of the curve between her back and shoulder.

Mary went rigid in surprise and pain, then struggled harder.