By Remote Control
written by:
elguapo

The harsh tones of digital love rattle the windows of our bed room. My wife is reclined next to me, my laptop casting a unflattering light, matched only by the cheap porn blaring away on the big screen across the room.

"What should we get?" She asks excitedly, scrolling past page after page of assorted sex toys.

You could say I couldn't have it any better, and for the most part, you'd be right. We have a fantastic life, a big house, we're financially stable, and most of the time we have a perfectly exciting sex life.

"Whatever looks good" I encourage her, stroking her soft, blonde hair. I get a momentary glance out of the corner of her eye, and she's back to shopping.

Kristi is, by any measure, a stunningly beautiful woman. Way out of my league. I mean way, way, way out of my league. She's tall, blonde, fit, curvy in just the right ways, and prone to fits of sexual adventure. Like any relationship, however, they're fits, and they don't last forever.

Not only is she fantastic looking, but when we met, she was a virgin. Talk about the jackpot. I have the woman every other man on the block stares at a minute too long, and she's never been with anyone else. One blowjob. She gave one college boyfriend a blowjob before we met. That's the extent of her sexual experience.

So I've got it all. There is a complication to a seemingly perfect situation like this, however. I'm a realist. I'm average in almost every way. Even a girl who gets steak every night is going to wonder what some chicken tastes like, and so there's some effort required to keep interest high. To keep the juices flowing, and too that end we've done a pretty effective job. We watch porn, we get some sex toys, we try and keep things fresh. So there she is, illuminated in the harsh glow of dual screens, her long legs stretched out in front of her, shopping for a new sex toy. In a minute I'll have her tied to the bed and screaming for more, but that's another story.

"We have one of these" she says to herself, continuing to click through page after page. "Maybe something smaller. More discrete."

"It would be fun to have something we could take with us, when we go on vacation or whatever." I encourage her further, fully aware I'd be happy with whatever she picked out.

Clicking through to a page full of much smaller toys, she opens one to full screen. "How about this?" she says, her voice going up half an octave.

On the screen was a small black toy with a short little nub in the middle, and some fleshy looking fingers sticking out in two directions. Each corner was adorned with a thin strap, however I immediately noticed no wires.

"It's remote controlled" she half whispered, astonished at the thought.

"Now THAT sounds fun" I replied, my mind racing with possibilities.

"It...I think it can strap around my legs. Oh wow, that could be cool!" When in the right mood, she could be so enthusiastic about sex. I wondered if she'd ever have the balls to actually use it in any manner in which a remote control could be useful, but it wasn't too expensive, and at least worth the shot. At a minimum, I could get her to wear it around the house or something.

A moment later it was in the shopping cart and on its way.

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A few days later a small package arrived in the mail, and after a few minutes of giving it a good once over, it found its way in the bedside stand and was forgotten. Well, not forgotten. I never suggested using it for hopes of breaking it out at just the right time.

About a month later, opportunity knocked. I was sent out of town for a meeting, which was conveniently scheduled for early on a friday afternoon. I suggested she come with me, and we make a getaway weekend out of it. She readily agreed - I never invited her on business trips like this - and made arrangements for the kids to stay with her mom for the weekend. She dropped them off Thursday afternoon, I picked her up after work, and we hit the road that night.

It was a long drive, and late by the time we got in. Friday morning, I dressed and was out the door fairly early, and left her a note telling her I'd made arrangements for her to get a nice relaxing massage at the hotel spa.

I returned to find her lounging around the room in a hotel bathrobe, relaxed after a comforting day and an afternoon spent sunning herself at the pool. She was looking forward to a night out together, but a work colleague had suggested dinner, and it was someone I needed to get in good with, so we had to go. By the time we got back to the room that night, it was late and she was very tired. Opportunity seemed to be passing me by.

But then, the next morning, I had an idea. We spent the morning laying around, enjoying a quiet start to the day with no kids screaming. Lunch turned into a five or six drink lunch, and by early evening we were both very well lubricated.

We returned to the room, and I suggested a walk through the park across the street as evening arrived. Glancing out the window, I sun drenched green space with a small pavilion on the far side. A few people were milling about, but by and large it was empty. To one side was a row of shops, bars, and restaurants, but they were quite some distance off.

"That sounds fun" she replied, "but I'm going to change." She was stripping off her jeans and stepping out of them before she finished speaking, turning and giving me a little dance before she flipped open her suitcase.

I spotted my opportunity. Pulling a black plastic bag from my suitcase, I tossed it to her. "Here, wear this too." It landed with a thud on the floor just behind her.

She turned around and picked it up. I know she had no idea what was going to be inside. Opening it up, her eyes grew wide.

"You CAN'T be serious!" She had a wicked smile on her face, the kind that told me she wasn't completely offended by the idea.

"Well, we got the remote controlled kind for a reason. Why not give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen?"

"We could get caught!" she said, her smile betraying her concern.

"We won't get caught. How would anyone know? If it's too loud or there are people around, I'll turn it off. I promise."

She knew I would, and I was serious. I would. I wanted to have a little fun, not go to jail.

"Fine!" she yelped, snapping it out of the bag and disappearing into the bathroom.

I bounded across the room, retrieving the remote and holding it tight in my hand. I pressed a button flush to the top of the palm sized contraption, the LED display blinking to life. Examining the package, it said "Good to 100 yards."

I was still examining it when she returned from the bathroom, a long yellow sundress cascading to just above her knees. Her breasts were pressed up nice and high, milky smooth against the tight fabric. "Ready?" she said with a wink, obviously warming to the idea.

A few minutes later we were leaving the cool confines of the hotel and out into the warm embrace of a perfect summer day. Hand in hand, we walked across the street and into the expansive park. There were a number of trails pointed off in different directions, and we chose one and started our journey.

I tried to wait as long as I could, to build anticipation or catch her by surprise, but it probably wasn't more than five or six minutes. I wanted to turn it on without her knowing, but truthfully I had no idea how the stupid thing worked. Still clutching the remote in my sweaty hand, my legs tingling with anticipation, I glanced down and found the screen still alight. There were a few buttons on the front, and I chose the one that looked like it said "on."

A surprised yelp told me I was right. She slowed her pace for just a moment, then picked back up to match me without saying another word. I couldn't hear anything, and we walked on for a bit longer. Taking another glance down, I found a button with a small plus sign on it, and gave it a push. Again she slowed for a step, then picked back up the pace.

"That feels nice" she whispered, like a child with a secret.

"Good" I responded, too nervous to look at her. She squeezed my hand as we continued on.

A few steps later I gave it another push, this time causing her to almost come to a stop. I could hear a faint buzzing sound from beside me, her hand squeezing mine again. "Are you okay?" I asked, as she nodded in approval. We walked slower once we resumed, and soon I gave it another push, causing her to give a soft moan and slow further.

We'd made it most of the way around the park, and arrived a few yards from the pavilion. She stopped for a second, gave my hand another squeeze, and half-whispered, "I need to sit down for a second."

"Okay," I replied, leading her slowly towards a picnic table in the cool shade of the pavilion. It was like any other, with a solid block wall to one side, open to the other. "Do you need a break."

"No!" she replied a bit more enthusiastically than she'd probably intended. "Just to sit for a second. It's stronger than I thought."

I gave a glance down and found the power meter was barely half full.

She pulled herself gingerly up to sit on the table top, her long legs gorgeous in the fading evening light.

The cascade of afternoon beverages was having quite the effect on both of us, but at the moment the most noticeable was how badly I needed to piss. Scanning the park, I saw a small building off in the distance. Informing her of my predicament, she decided to stay put. This would give me a chance to see how far the range on this thing really was. I gave her a soft kiss and strode off into the distance, leaving my perfect wife to be pleasured by herself.

About halfway there, I increased the power once more, glancing over my shoulder but seeing no visible reaction. While I was in the bathroom, I turned it up again, and then started to return. She was still sitting on the table, her appearing to be pinned tight together, but she was no longer completely alone. On the other side of the pavilion, a couple of guys were sitting at a table, a beer in front of each one of them.

As I grew closer, I felt a vibration of my own in my pocket. Retrieving my cell, I found a text message from Kristi. "This is fun" it read, "I have company."

I thumbed out my response as I continued my long journey back. "I see that. Are you okay?" I could see her snap up her phone and fire back a response.

"Better than okay. I don't think they can hear. Stay off in the distance. It's more fun that way."

I was a bit surprised, both at how bold she was being and at her suddenly voyeuristic turn. By this point, I was only about 30 yards away, but spotted a bench along one of the paths off in the distance, under a tree. Changing course, I headed towards it to enjoy the the scene.

A moment later I was seated, what turned out to be the perfect distance away. She was directly in front of me, but far enough no one would know we were together. The two guys were still seated two tables to her right, and I could hear them laughing, but only faintly. I could just make out a smile as she gave her legs a quick, hesitant spread, flashing me from far away.

I was surprised at how quickly she was taking to this, but thought it was a good time to reestablish exactly who was in control here. I gave the control another boost, and saw her knees snap shut again. Her head fell back a little and held there for a moment before she regained her composure. I could just make out her squirming a little, my reaction clearly having its intended effect. Finally free to take a good look at the remote, I saw it was about three-quarters of the way full. I thought there was no way she'd let it go much further.

Knowing her was well as I do, I thought for sure only I could know from her body language how excited she was. Honestly, I wasn't sure what to do next. I was super turned on, and badly wanted to take her back to the room, but I also wasn't ready for our little game to end. Figuring she'd wave me off when she couldn't take any more, I gave it another boost of power.

I could see her shake off in the distance, her hands snapping down and pushing against the table. I'll admit, I was transfixed. It was so fucking sexy. I had no idea just how strong it was, but it was clear she was really, really enjoying herself. I was so focused on what was happening, I didn't immediately notice her neighbors had taken up a sudden interest in her. Grabbing my phone, I sent her another message. "You have an audience."

Her response stunned me. "I know!" I couldn't believe it. Fine. If that's the way she wanted to play it. Another push of the button. Now it was only a bar or two from the top. She shook on her table top stage, so many yards away from me.

The two guys were unabashedly staring now. I could only imagine what they were thinking, wondering if they could possibly be seeing what they were actually seeing. I have to admit, it was kind of exciting, knowing these two random guys were watching her like this.

Of course I couldn't hear them, but it was pretty clear they were quietly debating the subject with one another, absentmindedly sipping their beer. Then my phone buzzed again. I'd been paying so much attention to them, I hadn't seen Kristi pick up their phone.

"It's pretty loud. I think they can hear. Stay there. I'll tell you if I need you."

Part of me wanted to put a stop to this now, but it was quite simply the best show I'd ever seen. I could only imagine the fucking I had coming to me when we got back to the room.

Then something caught the corner of my eye. The guys were slowly moving, creeping really, a table closer, trying to get a better look. Again I thought about stepping in, but didn't. It was a game of chicken now, and I intended to win. I gave the button another push.

She rocked on her stage, her legs squeezing together and then flying apart, only to squeeze back together again. The guys, now only a few feet to her side, looked around, trying to figure out what they were seeing. The sun was setting directly behind me. There was no way they could see me. I couldn't imagine what they were thinking.

Then one of them, the one with dark hair, moved again. Slid down the bench of one table, and onto the bench on Kristi's. Before I could move, before I could react, I could see her turn her face towards him. She had to be telling him to get lost, right?

Not exactly. Whatever she told him, it was quite clearly encouragement. He slid up onto the tabletop beside her, their legs almost touching. Like he was shot out of a cannon, the other guy, this one with blonde hair, circled around the table and next to her opposite side. I could tell she was looking at me, probably waiting to see how I reacted. So I didn't. Instead, I gave her the last shot I had.

Her head rocked back in reply, her hands grabbing each of her new partners on the knee, practically lifting herself off the table. I was just close enough I could tell they were unabashedly looking her up and down, enjoying every second of the show.

Her hand slid up and down each of their legs as her new toy refused to relent. I could only imagine how excited she had to be, with it stuck up inside of her, strapped hard to her legs. She continue to slide her hands up and down their legs, her own outstretched limbs straining against theirs. The one to her right finally felt a rush of courage and slid a little to the side, reaching down and pulling her leg to the side with him, spreading her a little further open. The other was too busy staring at her tits to notice at first, but quickly took a cue and did the same.

They were touching her now. It seemed like a dramatic escalation, and yet I did nothing. I couldn't help it. I don't suppose most men ever stop to think about how far they'd let something like this go, and I sure as hell hadn't. Yet here I was, faced with the question, and answering definitively. It was almost like I became detached from what was really happening, just enjoying a show put on by three strangers, except I knew one of them had never even considered anything of the sort.

I knew they were all very much caught up on their own fun, so I decided to move closer. There was a large tree only about 10 yards from where they were sitting, and I figured it was a good place to take up watch. Why I thought I needed to hide, I can't say, but it seemed like a part of the game.

Creeping into position, I could practically see the indentations in her flesh where their hands were digging into her. Her ass was swiveling on the table, a faint buzz from off in the distance telling me how hard that toy had to be working her.

The guy to her left released his grip and started sliding his hand along her leg. Only an inch or two at first, then further and further north. He finally brushed up against the bottom of her bright yellow dress, cautiously inching it forward. I could faintly make out the sound of her voice as she briefly made eye contact with him. Whatever she told him, he was once again full of courage, quickly sliding his hand all the way up her leg. Half her dress bunched about her upper leg, her body coming into view for the first time. He rubbed his big hand over her inner thigh, then proceeded straight up to her left breast, gently touching it through her dress. His friend pushed the rest of her dress up to her hips, gathering it together and lifting it up to her navel. Her bright red panties were now exposed, a bulge finally showing them what kind of contraption was giving her so much pleasure.

The dark haired guy was just staring, almost certainly not believing what he was seeing. The blonde was now pulling her left breast out from inside her dress, sliding back so he could lean down and suck on it. Knowing how much she loved to have her tits played with and sucked, I was sure he'd quickly discover how far a gentle bite of her nipple could take you.

She was rocking her hips on the table, and lifted her ass enough so that the dark haired guy could slide her dress out from under her. Then he reached down, running his hand over her panties, and gripped the toy. Giving it a little pull, he started to slowly fuck her with it. I knew it was only an inch or two, but the way she shook told me it was more than adequate for the moment.

Kristi wiggled to pull the strap of her dress down over her shoulder, pulling her other breast free, then leaned back on her hands, pointing her perfect breasts skyward. The dark haired guy continued to push and pull at the toy through her panties, leaning forward to suck on her other breast. With two mouths on her, I could only imagine how turned on she was.

The violent bucking of her hips said it all. She had to be cumming, on the hand of another man. It was unbelievable, but that was sure to be the end. Right?

She struggled forward, pushing both men off her chest. As they sat up, she grabbed each of their legs, wasting no time before a hand started searching for something hard to hold on to. The guys straightened up, directing her long, slender fingers towards their matching bulges. She stroked them through their shorts, not looking at them but watching her own hands. The blonde haired guy moved first, guiding her hand to the side as he pulled his pants open and pulling himself free. I could see, even from the distance, how big her eyes got as she saw another man's cock for the first time in more than a decade. She wrapped her long fingers around him, stroking him slowly and bringing him to full attention. He was big. I mean really big. It just kept growing and growing. Unlike anything I'd ever seen.

His dark haired friend pulled himself free, bringing an unexpected contrast. He wasn't long at all. In fact, he wasn't as long as I am, but holy shit that thing was wide. She couldn't fit her hand around it, it was so big. Two completely different dicks, and my perfect wife stroking them both.

The two men continued to rub their hands up and down her legs, enjoying her handiwork. The dark haired guy figured it out first, finally locating the latch on the strap surrounding her thigh and pulling it free. Unfastening the other side, he gave her a last push of the toy into her, and then pulled it from her, stretching her panties. Pulling them aside, he slid the toy out and tossed it onto the table behind him. She released his fat dick as he slid down in front of her, pulling her panties aside and burying his face into what was certainly a dripping wet pussy.

Another man was eating my wife while she jerked off his friend. I couldn't believe it. It was unlike anything I'd ever considered, and yet I was so fucking turned on. And then I heard her. It was the first time I'd really been able to, but her moan was so loud, so passionate, I thought I was going to cum just from hearing it. She held the back of his head with her free hand, pinning his mouth to her, as she stroked the ridiculous cock to her left.

Then the blonde guy wiggled free from her hand and onto his knees on the table next to her, presenting himself. She didn't waste a second, giving him two long strokes and then drawing the tip into her mouth. Continuing to stroke his length, she twisted her head side to side, giving him the best blowjob he'd ever receive. I could hear him grunt, then grab the back of her head, pumping himself into her mouth. She shook again, her other friend finally bringing her to climax with his tongue. He freed himself, though not without a struggle, and stood before her. Giving the blonde a last kiss on the tip, she slid down onto the concrete floor, letting the two men find a position on each side of her.

I don't know if she'd ever thought about how to keep two men happy at once, but she worked them like a pro. She'd suck one while stroking the other, and then switch again. Back and forth. Never missing a beat. Giving them both the time of their life.

After a few minutes of this, the blonde finally grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet, her crumpled dress falling back down to cover her upper leg. Her tits giggled as she stood up. Holding her by the arm, I could tell he was telling his friend something, but couldn't hear what. He pulled her to the short end of the table, as the brown haired guy slid up on the table, almost laying along it.

I knew what was about to happen. I should've tried to stop it. I could've tried. But honestly, i was terrified if I did, she wouldn't have let me.

The blonde pulled her dress back up to her hips, and with one hand, pushed on her back. Obediently, she leaned forward until the dark haired guys fat dick was directly in front of her. She picked him up and crammed him into her mouth, sucking him eagerly. The blonde gripped her hips with one hand, using the other to point himself at her, teasing her with the tip of his nine inch cock. Her back arched as he breached her womanly walls, pushing an inch or two into her depths. His head rocked back, enjoying how tight I knew she was, then grabbing her hips with both hands and slowly pushing and pulling himself from within her. He slowly increased his pace, each time giving her a little bit more until she was taking more than I could've ever imagined. I could hear her moans, muffled by the cock filling her mouth, her perfect tits hanging from her.

She continued to suck the dark haired man for all she was worth has his friend fucked her from behind with increasing speed. Grunts and moans started to fill the air as the three of them were locked in a dance of passion.

The blonde stopped all at once, holding her still, and slowly withdrawing himself. I couldn't hear the two men, but in a coordinated fashion the switched spots, leaving my wife, her chest heaving with each gasp for breath, standing there. The blonde laid down on the table, Kristi struggling at first to figure out how to get him in her mouth. The dark haired guy took up a position behind her, sticking a finger in her first, then rubbing the tip of his cock up against here.

I was sure there was no way he was going to fit. I'm thicker than average, and half the time I barely fit, There he stood, rubbing up and down her, when with an authoritative grunt, he buried himself in her.

"OHHHH FFFUUUUCCCKKKKK" she screamed so loud I was sure the people on the far end of the park could hear. It was the loudest, most passionate thing I'd ever heard come out of her mouth. "FUCK FUCK FUCK IT'S SO BIG!" she moaned, gasping for air and sucking the blonde back in.

The dark haired guy grabbed her hips, then gave her a firm slap on the ass before he started pounding away at her fragile frame. The slapping of their flesh filled the night air, her ass jiggling with each thrust. She moaned louder and into the other guy's cock, working him with her hand as she expertly sucked on the tip of his cock. He started to moan with increasing urgency grabbing her head through her long blonde hair and holding her thin face still as he fucked her pretty little mouth for all she was worth. With a final loud grunt, he held her still as he twitched his load into her mouth, his white cum spilling from her lips and down his long shaft. He quickly softened, slipping from her lips a his friend continued to drill her from behind.

The blonde slid from under her mouth as she rocked against the table, her tits smashed down as her weight fell heavy to its surface. She turned her face towards me, making eye contact with me for the first time in what seemed like forever. I know a "get over here and take me" face when I see it, and this was it.

Clumsily sliding out from my hiding place, I slowly walked towards the pavilion. It didn't occur to me at first that these guys didn't know who I was, at least until I heard one of them speak. The blonde was leaning back against another table, watching, when the dark haired guy saw me.

"Dude, bro, check this fucking chick OUT!" he yelled at me, clearly thrilled with his discovery. He gave her another firm slap on the ass and pulled himself from her. "Bro, you gotta get a piece of this slut."

You're damn right I do.

He walked out from behind her and climbed back up on the table, pointing his beer can cock back at her mouth. She wiggled her ass at me as I unfastened my pants. The ass I knew so well was pointed right at me, her pussy literally dripping wet. I slid the tip of my cock up and down her slit, then pushing myself into her stretched out hole. She moaned into the dark haired guy's cock.

"Can you believe this fucking slut? We just found her here, all playing with herself and shit." the dark haired guy bragged.

"Is that right?" I asked, knowingly teasing her. "Did these two guys find you just playing with yourself?"

She released him from her mouth just long enough to answer. "Fuck yes they did." She went back to eagerly sucking his cock, playing with his balls as she did.

"You've GOT to try out this mouth" the dark haired guy bragged some more, "she is fucking TIGHT!" Grabbing the back of her head, he started bouncing his ass off the table, drilling her face. With a grunt, I could tell he was emptying himself into her mouth. She released him and slid a hand down, past her crumpled dress, and started to play with her clit.

"Oh yeah. Fuck me!" she cried out. The dark haired guy slid onto another table and, with his satisfied friend, watched. Her left hand slid up the table, holding her body up.

"Is that a fucking wedding ring?" I asked her.

"Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck my married pussy."

I slapped her ass hard, leaving a large red hand print. "Does your husband know you're such a nasty whore?" I asked, grabbing her hair and pulling her face up so she had to look at the two men she'd just finished pleasuring.

"He does now." she cooed. "Fill that married pussy with your cum. I need it inside of me. Fill my slutty pussy UP!" she screamed, her walls contracting as she her flesh exploded with pleasure.

No doubt about it, after what she'd just taken on, I was relived she could still grip me so tight. Her well used hole milked my rock hard cock for all it was worth, wave after wave of cum drenching her inside.

Slowly, I fell from inside her. The two guys zipped themselves up, gave an awkward high five, and walked away into the night. Kristi pulled herself weakly up from the table, turned around and smiled.

I didn't know what to say. She was the same woman I loved, but was she?

She didn't give me much time to ponder the question. "If you don't take me back to our room and fuck my brains out, I'm going to find someone who will."