Sophie smiled and leaned towards him as if telling him a secret while raising her legs and letting her skirt ride up her thighs. “I hope they like what they see.”
“I’m sure they will.”
She flashed her eyes. “Do you think they might be getting erections?”
Jim shook his head. “No, but maybe if you show them you’re not wearing any knickers they might.”
“What about you? Is your cock getting hard?”
He smiled but didn’t answer.
She leaned closer. “I bet you’re seeping precum all over the cock.” She ran her tongue between her lips. “I can lick it clean on the drive home, if you like.”
Jim glanced towards the men at the bar, then back at her. “You seem to have an audience.”
“Good.” She placed her hand on his leg and ran it up to his crotch. “I hope they’re watching this, too.” She felt his cock, gave it a squeeze before bringing her hand back to her own lap. “I knew you’d be getting hard.”
He laughed. “What about you? Are you getting wet?”
“I’ve been wet all evening. Coming out without underwear makes me feel sexy, and knowing people are looking at me turns me on, too.”
Jim leaned forward. “Those four men are all watching you, looking at your legs and your stockings. They want to fuck you.”
Sophie smiled. “I know they do—and I also know I could take them all, one after the other. Would you like me to do that?”
He stared at her, open mouthed.
“You can decide what happens tonight, Jim. If you want, we can go home and watch the film from Hamburg. Then you can fuck me—we both know you’ll want to. Alternatively, we can save the film for another night, and I can take those four guys one after the other while you watch.”
He narrowed his eyes, as if trying to guess whether or not she was bluffing.
Sophie raised her knee a little higher, pretending she had an itch on her calf. She scratched it, feeling the hem of her skirt against the soft flesh of her thigh above the stocking-top. Smiling at Jim, she readjusted her skirt hem to a more modest position.
He took a gulp of his beer, swallowing hard. “So, if I were to choose the second option—?”
“Me fucking all four of them?”
He nodded. “Yeah—if I chose that option, tell me how you’d do it. What position would you want to be fucked in, where would you do it, where would I be watching from?”
Sophie smiled, pleased with his response. She knew he’d never actually go for it, but would get turned on by the thought of it. She emptied her glass and pushed it across the table. “Buy me another glass of wine and I’ll describe it all in detail.”
As Jim headed for the bar, Sophie glanced at the four men. They smiled at her, and she saw one of them say something which made the others laugh. They could laugh all they want, but she knew every single one of them would cheat on his wife with her given the chance.
Sophie straightened her leg and held it out as if she were getting stiff. The men’s eyes followed her foot as she pointed the four-inch heel towards the side wall. Then she crossed her legs again and waited for her husband to return.
Jim hadn’t bought himself a second drink. He placed her glass of wine on the table and sat back into his chair. “I think your admirers enjoyed your leg stretches.”
Sophie giggled. “I thought they would. So, where were we?”
“You were about to tell me how you’d carry out your gangbang.”
“Oh yes, I remember now. Well, as much as I’d like to lie on one of the tables and let them all gather round me and take turns here in the bar, I think the simplest option will be to invite them to follow us home. You’ll sit on one end of a sofa and I’ll take off my skirt and blouse. Then I’ll bend over the arm at the other end and tell the men to take turns fucking me from behind while you watch my face. You’ll be able to see my expressions, see my pleasure, and you’ll know when I come. You’ll also be able to watch their faces, hear their grunts as they pump their cream inside me.”
She saw Jim swallow, knew his boxers would be soaked with precum. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear. And she knew for a fact that he’d fuck her at least twice tonight—and probably again in the morning.
“What about me?” His voice sounded croaky, his throat dry.
“You can only watch. By the time the last guy gets inside me, I’ll be so full of cum you’ll be able to hear the squelching. But he’s so turned on after watching his buddies that he sprays his load in no time. Then I’ll need someone else, and you might get lucky.”
Jim raised his eyebrows. “What if the first guy’s hard again by then?”
Sophie looked over at the men at the bar. They were middle-aged and all looked out of shape. “I doubt that’ll happen. But if it does, he can go again. I never turn away an eager cock.”
“So then do I get my turn?”
She smiled. “Maybe. Will you want me to take a bath first, or are you happy with sloppy leftovers?”
Jim drained his bottle and stood up. “Drink up.”
Sophie still had the best part of a glass of wine left, but something in his eyes told her to do as he said. She downed her drink in one go, which made her eyes water a little.
Jim headed for the door and she followed. The men from the bar watched her walking towards the exit, knowing smiles on their faces. They knew she was going to get fucked, but they didn’t realise that they’d been part of her foreplay. She slipped her arm into Jim’s as they walked to the car. As soon as he started driving, Sophie placed her hand on his crotch. His cock was hard, like she knew it would be.
“Want me to see if I can suck you off before we get home?” She was serious, and was fairly confident she’d achieve it.
He smiled and shook his head. He slid his hand up her skirt and she let her legs fall open. His fingers pushed into her, making her moan. He finger-fucked her roughly, and she gripped his wrist and pushed herself down onto his fingers. She came almost immediately, raising herself up off the seat as her legs straightened. She screamed, shocked by the intensity of her orgasm, and Jim carried on fingering her with force until it started to hurt.
“No, stop, stop…” She pushed his hand away, lifting herself back and off him.
He glanced at her, and in the darkness of the car it was hard to see his expression. They travelled the rest of the short journey in silence.
Back home, Jim got himself a beer while Sophie connected her laptop to their plasma TV.
He peered round from the kitchen. “Do you want me to open a bottle of wine?”
She doubted she’d get the chance to drink it. “No, I’m fine.”
He sat on the sofa while she got the downloaded film ready to play.
“Shall I put it on now?”
“Yeah.” He swigged hard on his beer. “Then take off your skirt and blouse, like you said you would for the four guys in the bar.”
She managed to force a smile, but something about his attitude made her a little uneasy. Straightening up, she quickly removed her blouse and skirt, then bent and started the film. She flicked off the light and sat next to him on the sofa. It felt a little like being at the cinema, but she was only wearing a bra, stockings and shoes.
The TV flickered for a few seconds, and then the screen filled with the view of Gunther’s studio. Suddenly the image changed to a close-up of Sophie’s face. The definition was amazing—Hollywood-quality. G-J had told her to apply makeup, and she’d probably put too much on. She could see that now, on the forty-two-inch screen. Her mascara was thick, her eye-shadow and blusher too heavy. She’d used a bright red lip-gloss, which made her look a bit cheap.
“The lighting makes my makeup look different.” She glanced at Jim’s face, but he didn’t seem to have heard.
A soundtrack started to play, a rock backing track which hadn’t been playing when the film was shot. The camera panned back slowly, revealing her body. She was naked apart from a thick leather belt around her
waist, leather bracelets around her wrists, and black high-heeled shoes with wide ankle-straps, all fitted with visible metal rings.
Sophie looked at herself on the screen. Her body looked good, the lighting very flattering. A familiar buzzing noise on the soundtrack alerted her to what was about to happen. Behind the Sophie on the screen, a large metal frame was lowered down. It was much like a door frame, but with most of the bottom missing except for two short lengths of the lower edge protruding just a few inches inwards on each side.
Gunther appeared and she sensed Jim’s slight movement. Although she was eager to see the film, she wanted to concentrate on his reactions while he watched it. Gunther was wearing a leather jacket and black trousers, and had his back to the camera. He guided Sophie into the frame.
She remembered how she’d felt as he’d made her stand with her legs spread, feet resting on the short lengths of metal. He’d dropped to his knees, taking two padlocks from his pocket and securing her ankle-straps to the frame fittings. He’d done the same with her wrists, spread-eagling her. Finally he’d secured the thick belt to the frame with short lengths of thick chain. Gunther disappeared from the shot and the camera zoomed in on Sophie.
The buzzing noise started again as she was raised into the air. The lights dimmed and a single spotlight shone down on her. The lighting was really effective; she looked like she was suspended in thin air, the frame itself hardly visible.
Gunther walked into shot. This time he was as Sophie still fantasised about him. Wearing only biker’s boots and a pair of wrap-around mirrored sunglasses, he looked fantastic. His body was hairless and muscular, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. His entire body had been oiled, and the single spotlight emphasised the definition in his physique. His fair hair was gelled and spiked up. But most impressive of all was his cock. Already fully erect, it was thick and long, sticking out in front of him and pointing slightly upwards.
Sophie was relieved when Jim put a hand on her thigh, stroking the lace tops of her stocking.
“I see what you mean about his cock.” His eyes never left the screen.
She parted her legs, giving him the opportunity to touch her wherever he wanted.
In the film, Sophie was suspended about eight feet in the air and Gunther walked to stand directly beneath her. He turned his back to the camera and looked up. The sound of the electric winch started again as Sophie was slowly lowered towards him. Gunther positioned his head directly between her spread thighs. The winch stopped when her crotch was directly in front of his face.
Sophie knew what happened next: Gunther had bitten her clit quite hard. The screen showed a close-up of her face, and as she squealed in shock and pain, Jim jumped in his seat. The image cut to Gunther’s face pushing between her thighs. Her eyes had closed as he licked her.
Sitting on her sofa next to her husband, Sophie knew they were about to see her have her first orgasm. She placed her hand on Jim’s leg and started to drag her nails up the material of his trousers. “Get your cock out.”
Jim glanced at her, then back at the screen. Without looking back at her, he unfastened his trousers, pulled down his zip and released his cock from his boxers.
Sophie wrapped her fingers around the shaft and ran her thumb over the head, smearing the clear fluid all over it. “Do you want me to suck it?”
“No. You want to see this as much as I do, so enjoy your film.”
Sophie leaned back on the sofa, squeezing and relaxing her grip as she watched the close-up of her own face enjoying the German’s tongue. The background music was low and Sophie’s breaths and quiet moans could easily be heard, increasing to groans and whimpers when she finally came, eyes closed but mouth open.
On the sofa, Sophie was pleasantly surprised at how sexy she’d looked at the most intimate moment.
Jim evidently agreed, because as he watched his wife coming with another man on the screen, he slid his hand up her leg and sank two fingers into her dripping sex.
“Oh…” Sophie was so aroused she wanted to stop the film and drag him on top of her. She squeezed his cock in her hand. “I want this inside me.”
He shook his head sternly. “We’re going to watch the film.”
Gunther eventually stepped back and the camera zoomed in on Sophie’s sex, her labia and pubic hairs glistening in the spotlight. The electric winch buzzed again, and the frame was rearranged until the bottom touched the floor, Sophie tilting face down at about forty-five degrees.
The big German walked back into shot and the camera panned smoothly to the left, capturing them from the side. Sophie’s head was now at the same height as Gunther’s crotch. He stepped closer, his massive cock held in his hand.
Sophie felt Jim’s fingers dig a little deeper inside her.
On screen, Gunther pulled her head back by her hair and slapped his cock against her cheek. Sophie’s mouth opened greedily, and he slapped his cock against her cheek a second time. “Spit on it.”
His German accent gave Sophie a thrill as she remembered him. She started to wank Jim, but he stopped her with his free hand; she hoped this was because he’d prefer to come inside her.
Gunther smeared her saliva all around his big, bulbous dome. “Sehr gut.” He held his dick out for her.
Sophie watched herself take about half of the huge cock into her mouth. The image was a close-up in profile and as she hung helpless, he thrust his hips and fucked her mouth.
The soundtrack picked up her gagging and choking. When Gunther pulled back a little, a sliver of drool came out of her mouth and hung from her chin for a moment before it stuck to his balls.
He fucked her mouth for a couple of minutes, and as Jim’s fingers continued to probe her sex, Sophie couldn’t hold out any longer. She let out a long sigh and dropped her head forward onto her chest.
Jim turned to look at her, as if surprised he’d made her come so quickly. He immediately removed his left hand and replaced it with his right, twisting towards her and pushing three fingers deep inside, moving his thumb over her clit.
Sophie cried out again, squeezing his cock tight in her hand. She looked into Jim’s eyes as he pounded her with his fingers.
He held her gaze as her spasms faded, then he slowly removed his fingers and sat back to continue watching the film. She had her hand on his cock, and he was still rock hard.
The screen showed Sophie still suspended at forty-five degrees. Gunther was no longer in the scene.
Jim looked sideways at her. “Did he come in your mouth?”
She shook her head.
On the screen she was now being hoisted back upright and raised into the air again, just high enough for Gunther to enter her from behind. The camera now shifted to capture her face, and Gunther moving up behind her, reaching around to grab her breasts. He fondled them roughly, squeezing his fingers so her flesh bulged out. Then he pinched her nipples and the suspended Sophie grimaced.
Jim looked at her. “Did he hurt you?”
“No. He was just turned on, and so was I.”
The big man’s hands moved down to her hips and he pulled the frame back, swinging Sophie towards him. Then he bent his knees slightly and placed his huge cock between Sophie’s sex lips. He straightened and thrust his hips upwards, pushing his entire length inside her. She let out a long groan, and the camera zoomed in a little closer, showing the view from Gunther’s thighs to the top of Sophie’s head, cropping away the top of the frame and the shackles on her wrists and ankles. Only the thick leather belt fastened by chains gave any indication that she was in restraints.
Sophie squeezed Jim’s cock again as she watched Gunther fucking her from behind. She could see his thick cock appearing briefly before slamming back inside her, his huge balls swinging freely with his hip movements. His hands were still on her hips, the fingers digging into her flesh. She could remember how good it felt, and she knew that pretty soon Jim would see for himself just how much she enjoyed it.
A low groan came from the TV. The
shot zoomed in so her face filled the screen. She was looking directly at the camera, her teeth clenched and brow furrowed. “Oh god…”
She wasn’t used to hearing her own voice on TV, so couldn’t tell if this was how she usually sounded. Sophie remembered babbling away at the height of her passion, but with no recollection of what she’d actually said.
“Oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah…”
Sophie watched herself lick her lips and shake her head. She wondered what Jim was thinking.
“Oh, I’m going to come again. He’s going to make me come again.”
Sophie now remembered she’d been talking to G-J.
“He’s going to make me…”
Her eyelids fluttered and half-closed—her left one slightly more closed than the right. Was that how they always looked? Nobody had ever mentioned it.
“Ahhh!” Her stare was intense, the frown on her face making it look like the discomfort outweighed the pleasure.
But Sophie still remembered exactly how she’d felt, and pleasure had been by far the stronger feeling.
“I’m coming, I’m…” Her head dropped forward then snapped back up, eyes wide open. Small whimpers were expelled with her short breaths. The camera pulled slowly out and revealed she was bucking her hips in time with Gunther. His hands were now clamped on her breasts, pulling her down to meet each thrust of his cock.
Sophie watched his huge balls move up in his sac and knew that was when he’d come. They were both grunting as he emptied himself into her.
She glanced at Jim. His face was blank so she couldn’t tell what he thought, but his cock was still rigid in her hand.
The film was coming to an end. Gunther stepped back and out of Sophie, his dick slick and finally softening. The whirr of the winch clicked in and Sophie was raised into the air. The camera angle moved forward until it was looking directly up between Sophie’s legs.
She’d been elevated about six feet when the cameraman wheeled the camera to where Gunther had been standing. Understanding what he was trying to do, she clenched and relaxed her inner muscles to help expel the cum. The camera zoomed in on her sex, still gaping after the thick girth of the German’s cock. Cum appeared at her opening, and after a few seconds began to dribble down the inside of her thigh. Sophie clenched again and a glob of cum dropped down toward the camera, going out of focus just before it hit the lens, leaving a blurred smear of off-white. The image faded and the screen went blank.
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