by Vivi King
“You know that I am going to love it! And I will be naked, won’t I?”
“Yes babe, you will be totally naked and I hope that Conner ties you up in an intimate way to show your sex!”
“Oh my, I can’t wait,” Christy shouted, “You are going to get your wife to suck all three cocks.”
“Yes I am and then my wife will be fucked by all three of us,” Greg smiled.
The following day at the office was very quiet, everyone was excited about the upcoming evening; including me. I left at three o’clock and went home where Christy worked me off before she left for Greg’s house
I watched Conner arrive around six o’clock and Jacob arrived about fifteen minutes later and I knew that her erotic evening was about to begin.
It was just after nine fifteen when I received a picture text from Christy; it showed her mouth, open and full to her lips with cum.
Her text included, “Your best friend has just taken three different lots of cum in her mouth!”
I replied, “Well done baby, how was the Moscow Rope thing?”
“I will tell you tomorrow, I love you, my friend!:
Her words made me hard again, I reread the text over and over and I found myself fixated on the words, my friend.
From ten thirty onwards, I kept running to the window every fifteen minutes to check if their cars were still there; finally, at almost midnight, I saw Conner and Jacob leave and my heart was racing.
I went to bed and again, worked my tiny dick like crazy; all I kept thinking about was her text to me and how she called me her friend. That and the thoughts of her having three dicks made me so hot and hard.
I was up at six thirty the following day and I found the clock ticking by so slowly. I did everything I could to amuse myself and I reread her text a dozen times; each time, I found myself fixed on her words “my friend” and I worked myself off three times that morning.
Finally, Christy texted me to tell me to go over and I quickly dressed and ran to Greg’s house. Christy met me at the door and kissed me gently on my lips, she was holding a glass of her special drink and she took a gulp as we entered Greg’s living room.
“Hi Steve,” Christy smiled, “I love you, my friend.”
Her words brought me another erection!
She was wearing a short, sleeveless, printed cotton dress that tied around the back of her neck and she looked amazing. We sat in the living room and I could see some marks above each elbow; I knew they had to be rope marks.
“Well, how did it go last night?” I asked.
“Oh, my God, Steve, it was insanely exciting!” Christy smiled.
“Are those rope marks on your arms babe?” I asked.
“Yes they are,” she answered and she raised her dress a couple of inches.
I saw two more faint marks on each leg, just above her knee.
“Wow, those are rope marks,” I said.
“You should see my breasts!” Christy replied.
“I would love to!” I quickly replied, “But, I am just your friend and I doubt that you would show me those.”
Christy giggled, “No, I wouldn’t show you my breasts; I was just saying that they have rope marks on them as well. Above and below my breasts, where the rope went.”
“That was your fault,” Greg smiled, “I kept telling Conner that the ropes were tight enough and she kept telling him to tie them tighter.”
“I liked the pain of them being tight,” Christy replied, “There is no point if I didn’t feel pain.”
“I know that you want to tell Steve all about last night,” Greg smiled, “So, I will run to the office and give you some time to tell him, okay babe.”
“Thank you, my sexy husband,” Christy smiled, “I love you, baby.”
“And I love you too, my sexy wife,” Greg replied as he came and kissed Christy deeply.
Greg left us and Christy told me all about their night. She explained that by the time that the guys had got there, she had drunk three glasses of wine.
“Wine,” I questioned, “Not your special drink?”
“No, wine, I needed some courage for what I was about to do.”
She told me that after the guys had arrived they all had a glass of wine, then at around eight o’clock,
we all went to our bedroom. Greg unzipped her dress and eased it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor.
Conner had brought some ropes that he used to use on his ex-girlfriend and he got one ready.
She told me that Conner asked her to sit on the large rug in the middle of the bedroom and Greg explained that she still had her bra, and thong on.
“Conner wasn’t expecting me to be naked, Steve,” Christy smiled.
Greg told Conner to unclasp her bra and he did; it fell from her shoulders and she was topless. Christy told me that Greg told Jacob to pull her thong off.
“Jacob was shaking as he eased my thong down,” Christy said, “Then I was naked for them.”
She told me that she then sat on the rug and Conner started tying her arms behind her back. He then bent her leg at the knee and tied it tightly.
“So, your leg was tied with your knee bent?” I asked.
Yes, Steve, my foot was touching my ass.”
She told me that Conner then tied her other leg in the same position. Then he tied her legs to her arms.
“Steve, my legs were wide open, everything was on show and Greg did keep asking me if the ropes were too tight and I kept telling Conner to tighten them more.”
She told me that after Conner had tied her like that, he got another rope and tied her across the top of her breasts and around her back, then he tied under her breasts and around her back. Her breasts were clamped between two roes and Conner pulled the rope tight.
Steve, it was fucking incredible,” Christy said, “I could feel my cum running out of my fully open pussy.”
Conner then asked if he shout tie her breasts and Greg asked if she would be okay with that and she shouted that she wanted it. Conner wrapped the rope around each breast and around her back.
She told me that she was on the floor with her breasts tied and her arms and legs tied together and
all of her sex was on display.
“God, it was amazing, I have never felt so vulnerable and exposed and I loved it, Steve,” Christy said, “My legs were as far apart as they could go and I was powerless to do anything.”
She told me that Conner untied the ropes around her breasts and they moved her to a position so that her ass was on display.
“They spanked my ass with the belt while I was tied up Steve,” Christy screamed, “It was fucking incredible and I climaxed a dozen times.”
She told me that they then moved her back to the sitting position and Greg suggested that they spank my breasts while she was still tied. She also loved that and they spanked her hard.
“Greg stripped naked and told the guys to do the same; they all stripped and they all had huge erections,” Christy said, “Greg moved his cock to my face and I started sucking it.”
She explained that while she was sucking Greg’s cock, the guys were jerking their cocks in front of her. Greg then eased his cock out of her mouth and Conner took his place.
She told me that she sucked Conner’s cock for a few minutes, and then it was Jacob’s turn.
She had sucked Jacob for about five minutes then Greg took his place and she sucked him until he cum in her mouth.
“He told me not to swallow Steve, so I didn’t.”
She explained that the guys were working their cocks in front of her and Conner shouted that he was about to cum.
“I opened my mouth and his cum joined Greg’s,” Christy smiled, “Moments later, Jacob shouted that he was ready and I opened my cum-filled mouth and he shot in there as well.”
“Wow,” I said.
“Steve, I had three guys cum in my mouth at the same time, that’s when Greg took the picture for you.”
“I loved that picture and wha
t you said,” I smiled, “About you being my friend and not my wife.”
“You want me to call Greg my husband, don’t you?”
“Yes babe, I do and I loved the text.”
She told me that Greg asked her to keep the cum in her mouth for a while and she ended up holding it for twenty minutes.
“Greg started to rub my open pussy and finger me,” Christy smiled, “Then Conner did the same and finally, Jacob did.”
“You were still tied?” I asked.
“Yes I was, it was out of this world and I climaxed at least thirty times.”
She told me that she stayed tied for another hour; the three of them were touching and kissing her everywhere.
“Did the guys kiss your pussy?”
“Let’s just say that my pussy knows what their tongues feel like now.”
“Did they have their tongues inside you?”
“Yes Steve, they all licked inside my open pussy; they all tasted my cum.”
“Holy cow,” I said, “That is so hot.”
She said that it was about ten-thirty when Conner finally untied her and she lay on the bed. Greg moved into position and eased his dick into her soaking pussy. She told me that, Conner was kneeling to the right of her face and Jacob to her left.
“I sucked both of their cocks while my husband was fucking me,” Christy smiled.
She said that after Greg had cum inside her, Conner took his place and fucked her until his cum mixed with Greg’s; Jacob was last and he also mixed his cum with the others.
She explained that after they had all cum inside her, they all just laid on the bed and caressed for another thirty minutes. She went and showered after and the guys were already dressed when she
left the shower.
She told me that as they left, she kissed them all passionately before Greg took her back to bed and fucked her again.
“So, you enjoyed your night?”
“Steve, I fucking loved it and I can’t wait till next Saturday when Orion ties me and suspends me.”
“I wish that I could be there to see that,” I smiled, “But I know that won’t happen.”
“I’m sorry Steve, I couldn’t let you see me like that, I just couldn’t.”
”I know babe, I want you to enjoy your sex life with your husband, Greg,” I smiled.
I asked her to excuse me while I went to the bathroom.
“Do me a favor on your way back Steve,” Christy asked, “Could you get me a bottle from the refrigerator?”
“A bottle of what?” I teased.
“Greg’s special drink,” Christy smiled.
“You mean, your husband’s,” I smiled.
“Oh, sorry, yes my husband’s.”
On my way back to her, I got a bottle from the refrigerator and took it to her.
“Babe, you must get used to calling Greg, your husband.”
“I know Steve, I’m sorry, I am trying; I just forget sometimes but I really am trying.”
“You must get into the habit of it, babe.”
“I know and I am sorry for forgetting. I am Greg’s wife. You and I are just friends! There how’s that?”
“Better, but you must be more convincing,” I laughed.
She took a large gulp of Greg’s special yellow drink.
“Steve, why is it so important to you that I call Greg, my husband and that he calls me his wife?”
I took her hand and explained.
“Not being able to see you naked is torture for me; not being able to touch you is torture for me.”
She squeezed my hand and I continued, “Every day. I picture what lingerie you are wearing and realize that I have probably never seen you in that lingerie and that is torture for me.”
“I’m so sorry Steve,” Christy said in a sorry voice.
“Let me continue babe, I have no idea what your pussy looks like now that you have hairs and that is torture for me; knowing that I can’t touch you or see you is torture for me.”
She was squeezing my hand and I could see tears in her eyes.
“Seeing you drink Greg’s pee is torture for me; sharing you with Greg, every two weeks of the month is torture for me. But, I fucking love the torture that it gives me and I want more!
She smiled, “You like that torture?”
“Yes babe, I love it and I want more! I love how you deny me, I love the torture that I have just described and I need more.”
“You want more; you want me to give you more torture?”
“Yes babe, I need more. That’s why I want you to call Greg, your husband; I love you denying me everything!”
“I see,” Christy smiled, “So you want more?”
“Yes babe, like I said, I wonder what lingerie you are wearing and I know that I have probably never seen you in it.”
Christy smiled and thought for a moment.
“Well, you haven’t seen me in the lingerie that I wear now, Greg has been buying me a few sets each week and I wear that now.”
“You mean your husband!”
“Yes, I mean my husband. And you will never see me in it, never!”
My dick was hard and she knew what I wanted.
“When you said that the sex ban would last longer, I was in heaven babe; the torture that I would not see or touch you for months was incredible!”
“I see, so how would you like it if I really did make it permanent?” Christy smiled.
“Is it permanent?” I asked with a smile.
“Actually, yes it is! There how does that make you feel?”
I squeezed her hand and kissed her gently.
“Perfect, if you say so.”
“I do say so, you are my friend and I don’t want sex with you. And, as we are talking about you being my friend from now on, I will not be sleeping with you without my tee shirt on.”
“Oh, I see.”
“It is not right that I sleep with you while I am only wearing a bra and panties; we are friends only remember.”
“Okay, babe.”
She thought for a moment.
“So, from now on, you want me to class myself as Greg’s wife?” Christy asked, “And I treat you as my friend.”
“Yes babe, you must,” I replied.
“Okay, if that’s what you want Steve; during the two weeks of the month while I’m living with Greg, I will live and act as his wife, okay.”
“Not just for the two weeks that you live with him babe,” I replied, “You must do it all the time from now on,”
“Oh, I see; even when I am back with you?” I continue to class him as my husband and you as my friend?”
“Exactly babe.”
She kissed me deeply.
“I am still your wife as well babe; yes I love being called Greg’s wife but I am still your wife as well.”
“Babe, I need you to class yourself as Greg’s wife and not mine; it helps me with the no sex thing if I look at you as Greg’s wife. I need you to treat me as your friend and not your husband.”
“Okay, I understand,” she whispered, “But you will always be my husband and I will start treating you as my friend only; but I am and always will be your wife, Steven!”
Greg arrived back and we all went to town to buy her the two dresses for the suspension show.
I had told Christy to act as Greg’s wife and she held his hand as we walked from shop to shop. It was extremely erotic for me, seeing them together.
She found the perfect dress to wear for the show; it was red and sleeveless. The dress came to about three inches above her knee and the back was longer than the front; it had two straps that went over her shoulders and it was made of a silk-like material. The price tag showed that it was expensive, at just over four hundred dollars.
Greg found the dress for her to wear after the show. It was made of the same material as her sexy silver dress that she has and it tied around the neck. It was silver and had three-inch, pale purple stripes that ran down from the neck to the bottom. It flared from the nec
k and was very loose and flowing. If she leaned forward, there would be a very good chance that her cheeks would be on display.
19
It was now her two weeks to live with Greg and more importantly, just one week until her rope suspension adventure and the mood at the office was full of electric sexual energy.
Conner had told us that the three guys from the office store that we use were eager to come to the show and Greg had asked the mechanic at the shop that we use if he would like to come. He has always liked Christy and he was also very eager to be there.
Greg even asked two of our regular delivery guys and they were keen to join the group. They had chosen the audience and I was anxious about how Christy would react when she saw all of those guys there. I asked Greg if he thinks that we should tell her that there were going to be other guys there and he agreed that she should know.
He told her about the audience and she was even more excited that there would be a crowd there; Greg even indicated that she had already met them before and this fueled her excitement even more.
Throughout the week, Christy would call Greg, her husband, even in front of the guys and this made me very horny. She would send me a text every night before she went to bed,
“I am naked in bed with my husband; I love you, my special friend.”
“I love you too babe, I hope he enjoys sex with my wife,” I text back.
“I am his wife!” she would reply.
Her words made me even hornier.
I spent most evenings with them and it was so erotic for me seeing them act as man and wife and Christy did her best to tease me about how she loved being called his wife.
“We should have done this, months ago,” Christy smiled.
“Yes, we should have,” I replied.
“I love being called his wife!”
“I love being your friend!” I replied.
“Because that what you are now, my special friend.”
“I love that!” I would smile.
It was the Friday before the suspension show and we were all extremely excited about the following day. The tension in the office was high and we spent most of the day discussing the upcoming adventure. I went to Greg’s for dinner and as usual, Christy was drinking her yellow drink. The topic of conversation was about her adventure the next day and I felt very hot and excited; especially when she kept calling Greg, her husband. She knows what that does to me and she teased me all evening.