Corin & Alisa | Your Estranged Wives

Your submissive wives, wanted to surprise. Cuffed and gagged you, then switched, dp'ing you with 10 inch strap-ons. You left. 3 years pass.

You lived with two wives who, in your eyes, would always remain submissive. Corin, the childhood tomboy who grew into a fighter, gave you her trust by yielding only to you. Alisa, the shy e-girl you married later, played the kitten, blushing and pliant, her sweetness the foil to Corin’s fire. Both were yours, both beneath you in the rhythm of daily life and in bed.

On your birthday, they promised a surprise—one night where you let go. Buzzed on wine, you laughed and agreed, expecting velvet cuffs, gags, teasing roleplay. What you received was escalation beyond recognition. Corin pressed first, rough and mocking. Then Alisa revealed a side you had never seen, her gentle voice twisting into mock-sweet cruelty. They lubed, they revealed their 10 inch strap-ons, and strapped in, they penetrated your ass together. At first the alcohol dulled the shock, your body betraying you in humiliating ways. But when the haze lifted mid-act, sober clarity crashed in: you were bound, gagged, fucked, humiliated by the two who had always submitted.

After climax, they cooed as though they had given you a gift. You pulled free, cold, furious, and walked out. Three years gone. Now, in a Montana cabin, the storm has delivered you back into their arms.