Naked, the two women stood there for the men to appreciate the beauty, the men standing to inspect them, to cast their eyes over every inch of them, to touch them, as though they were fine sculptures in their private art collection.
After a few moments, however, Izzie led the blonde off out of view. What was going to happen?
God. I looked up from my phone to check I was in no danger of being seen by any wandering passengers or flight attendants.
When I looked back at the phone, the men in the video were back sitting on the bed once again. I skipped forward a few minutes as they merely chatted and smoked their cigars. Then I saw the two women return to view — on their hands and knees on the floor, both naked other than the leather collars worn around their necks.
They crawled like animals out onto the floor before the seated men, then turned to face the wall, presenting their butts to their audience. I could see they had something protruding from their behinds: each of them had a string of large beads half-inserted into their asses, looking almost like tails.
It was startling to say the least. I’m not sure if it was humiliating for the women, but it certainly wasn’t the kind of thing Izzie would have gone in for ordinarily. But then, I could have said the same about a lot of things, including her recent enjoyment of anal sex.
The two men stood up and approached the women, then crouched to begin examining them. The Senator was paying attention to the blonde, who seemed to me to be perhaps an intern, or a young PA. The Governor, meanwhile, was touching and stroking Izzie, running his hands gently over her, leaning down to pull apart her buttocks to examine the beads protruding from her behind.
There were a few pats on the buttocks for both women, but it was nothing more than a few pats — hardly impacts at all. Still, I started worrying that this man, the Governor, might be into the whole spanking thing as C was. I just didn’t see the attraction, myself.
I watched the men switch, to assess the other women, feeling out their bodies, the breasts, their buttocks, scrutinizing them as though they were buyers at some despicable slave auction.
After a while, they left the blonde girl there on the floor, extending a long silver chain from her neck collar to the base of the radiator to shackle her in place. They had Izzie stand up.
The two men sat on the bed and watched as my wife presented herself to them, her petite, pale body on display as she slowly turned around and around for them, showing herself off, her hands gliding all over her curves as though she were selling herself, those beads hanging between her legs still.
The Senator said something to her — an order, I guessed, and Izzie complied by dropping back down onto all fours, for both men to now crouch by her again, to run their hands all over her. This time, both men held her buttocks as one of them — the Governor — slowly removed the beads from her anus.
The Governor nodded his appreciation of her.
Then without her tail, Izzie was now shackled to the radiator by the window, in place of the blonde girl, who now rose to her feet to be fondled and groped by the two men. Izzie turned to watch as they now restrained the blonde’s wrists in black leather cuffs behind her back, then pushed her down onto the bed on her front.
The Governor manhandled her, having her lift her butt on the bed, making it easier when the two men came to stroke her behind — and after a few moments, to spank her.
Their hits were not hard — it did seem to me not unlike the swatting of flies — and the blonde girl did not seem to cry out or even really wince in response. Each time she was struck, her body moved.
Why did the men want to do this?
As they released the blonde girl, only to order her to stand quietly in the corner of the room by the wardrobe, I did have to accept that there was a sexual thrill for me in seeing Izzie exploring her sexuality like this — even if I was unsure of the direction in which she was exploring. The Senator unfastened the end of Izzie’s chain from the radiator, and held it like a leash, leading her over to the bed on her hands and knees.
On her past record, I knew Izzie was turned on right now, and after she switched with the blonde girl, her body responded to the rough treatment and the power displayed by the two men. After a light spanking, the two men fixed black leather restraints around Izzie’s wrists, which were bound together and then chained to the bedstead.
Kneeling in the middle of the bed, the Governor moved up behind her, pawing at her exposed flesh. Then suddenly I saw the Senator step back in front of the camera, his pants and underwear gone, kneeling up on the bed in front of Izzie, to present his hard cock to her mouth.
I felt my heart shiver as I watched her stretch her lips around him, and take him inside her mouth. Switching cameras to get a better view, I saw in the background the Governor pull back off the bed, and now he was removing his pants and his underwear.
Naked, the Governor knelt up on the bed behind Izzie again, running his hands over her back, her butt, the backs of her thighs. He held his cock in his hands, and it came as some relief to watch him rolling a condom over it. He was considerably smaller than his Senatorial friend, though most men would be.
I watched him touching Izzie’s pussy, stroking her there, spreading her wetness, preparing her. Then he was moving up closer to her, and my stomach felt squeezed as I watched him ease into her. I couldn’t see actual entry from Izzie’s lone video camera, but from the way he moved, and the way she moved, I could tell he was inside her. Fucking her as she sucked on his friend.
Izzie’s nipples were rock hard as the two men used her, and I could see her moaning, particularly when C removed his cock from her mouth to rub it over her face.
After a while, the Governor withdrew, and went to bring his intern to the bed. Without much ceremony, he urged her up onto the mattress on her hands and knees, and had her turn to face him. The Senator withdrew from Izzie to take control of the blonde girl, moving her over to kneel and face Izzie. Though the blonde’s wrists were unbound, they were otherwise mirroring each other’s position on the bed, and as the men moved in behind them to begin fucking them — the Senator with the blonde, the Governor continuing with Izzie — the intern began kissing my wife on the mouth, and Izzie was not dissuading her from doing so.
The Governor pushed his intern’s head down so that she was kissing Izzie’s breasts, and then he pulled away from Izzie completely, to move to her side where he could get the intern to suck on his cock while the Senator continued fucking her from behind.
It amused me slightly, the intern’s moans at having to accommodate the Senator, a much larger man than she’d perhaps had before.
Then the Senator had her turn on her back on the bed, and before he had reinserted himself into her from the missionary position, he had the girl lie under Izzie, her head between Izzie’s thighs where she could lap at my wife’s pussy.
It was so hot to watch a woman licking my wife like that, I almost missed the sight of Izzie now turning to suck the Governor’s hard cock. She draped her bound wrists over the Senator’s shoulders while he fucked the blonde, and turned to bob down on the other man’s cock, all while she sat on the intern’s face.
At last, I saw C pull out of the intern, and pump his thick, white fluid all over her stomach.
That wasn’t to be the end of it, however. As the intern sucked on the Senator, Izzie was moved over to suck on the Senator, to bring his manhood back to life with her mouth. With the intern moved onto her back, I watched my wife kissing and licking her breasts, the Governor returning to slide his cock inside the blonde’s pussy.
It was highly erotic to watch the four of them together, though it helped when the restraints came to be abandoned. The Governor was given his fill of Izzie, while the Senator had his share of the pretty blonde graduate, the two women kissing and fondling each other like I’d never imagine my wife doing.
At last, as the two women lay on their sides, pressed together, their lips locked together, their hands delving between thighs to touch each oth
er’s clits, the Senator spooned with Izzie, while the Governor spooned with his intern, both men grunting as they finished inside the women.
*
I almost regretted watching that video, and then having to get through a five-hour flight. Probably a bad idea getting myself so wound up like that. I spent the rest of the flight imagining that the video Izzie had sent me had only been round one, that the two men had done unspeakable things with my wife after that.
And then everything seemed so very slow when we landed, and I had to take an old mobile lounge transporter into the main terminal before heading out to the parking lot before the drive home.
I was relieved, at least, to find that my wife was home when I got there. It was getting fairly late, but she could have been spending the night with C. Thankfully, though, there was her car in the driveway, and as I entered the front door, the waft of perfume in the air confirmed that she was there.
She was upstairs, in the bedroom. When I got there I found her standing at the windows facing the street, naked. She’d been watching me pull into the driveway.
“Hey,” she said as I came in. The moonlight splashed all over her gorgeous body — over the glorious swell of her breasts, those stiff nipples that cried out for a mouth. Her flat stomach. Her smooth, hairless pussy I just wanted to feast on.
“Hey, you’re still awake?”
She smiled. “I missed you.”
I stepped up to her, and took her in my arms, kissed her. It struck me that the air in the bedroom was thick from recent sex. Had she been with C again that evening, in this very room?
“I saw your video,” I said.
She pressed herself against me, and could feel my hardness. “Are you mad at me?” she said, though I was so hard for her, it had to be clear I wasn’t mad.
“Of course not.” I caressed her cheek, then kissed her mouth, my hands sliding around her waist as I tasted lips that had serviced two men, who were not me, earlier in the day.
Izzie’s hand found its way to the bulge in my pants, and I heard a soft moan, which seemed to me pleased to find I was in a state of arousal.
“You like the thought of me with two men?”
I said, “Yes. But maybe it’s nearly time to stop, huh?”
“Stop playing the Game?”
“Stop seeing Billingford. Or his friends on the Hill.”
She put her hands up to my face, gazing into my eyes. “Just a little while longer,” she said, and kissed me.
“Someone else,” I said. “Anyone else. Just not him.”
She shook her head. “I need a little longer. You know this isn’t purely about the sex.”
I sighed. “Whatever story you’re working on, is it worth it?”
“Of course,” she smiled.
I kissed her neck, inhaling the clean scent of her body wash from the shower. “You know what kind of danger you’re in?” I asked.
“It’s fine.”
“Sleeping with a Governor. A married one, at that. And some people have labeled Goolden as a future President.”
I stooped to kiss her breasts, and lick my way around those stiff nipples of hers.
“This isn’t a movie,” she said. “People don’t really get bumped off for that kind of thing, you know.”
“I wouldn’t entirely agree with you.”
“If I wrote something about this in the paper — or gave details to a colleague — the Republican machine would just deny everything and then probably destroy my career.”
I kissed slowly down her stomach, then turned her to kiss my way around her lower back, her round buttocks, taking in the smell of her arousal, and of the sex that lingered around her.
“You were with C again this evening?” I asked her. “Here in this room?”
She smiled. “The Governor,” she said. “He had his chauffeur drop me off here — but then came inside for one last little adventure.”
It was so wrong, knowing what she’d just got up to, breathing in the evidence of her last liaison with that the man — and yet it was still such a thrill to behold my wife as a naughty nymphomaniac, a wickedly insatiable beauty.
I crouched, and knowing what I craved, she leaned back against the window sill, her thighs parting to reveal her dripping wet pussy to me.
I pressed my face up and between her thighs, just managing a little taste of her nectar. I felt exhilarated, and not just by the intoxicating presence of her wet pussy. She’d confirmed working on a story about Billingford. Perhaps that would give her some closure on her affair with him.
Nevertheless, I said, “I want you to bring all this to a close as soon as you can. With C.”
“I will,” she promised, turning her body toward me, lifting her leg over my shoulder to bring her exquisite hairless, soaking pussy to my mouth. “But you know, I’m not the only one enjoying this.”
“We’ll find someone else,” I said, and licked her slippery groove, tasting her tangy juices.
“Someone else like that? Like C?” she grinned. “Come on - you love it, I can tell. He’s such a bad boy.”
“We’ll find someone else.”
“You love how he controls me. How he takes what he wants from me. You liked seeing me with that girl, huh? With two guys at once?”
She sighed long and low. “God, I can still feel their hands all over me…” she cooed.
And damn, as I lapped at her, she was wetter than ever.
“It was pretty amazing,” I said at last, slipping my fingers inside her while I licked at her clit. “But you’re going to end it — soon — and we’ll find someone else as good, I swear.”
She came as I ate her — it seemed to me that it was becoming increasingly easy for me to make her come this way after she’d been with another man. She was more confident that I wanted this, that I loved experiencing her this way, and after her rough treatment with C, this tender alternative was the perfect way to come down.
And for me, it was the perfect way to re-connect with her — literally rubbing my face in her infidelity, emphasizing just how wrong this all was, which only made it all the more hot.
We collapsed to the floor right there in front of the window, Izzie reaching over to stroke my hardness through my pants, kissing my mouth despite the fact that I’d been lapping at her wet pussy.
“Do you really like all that?” I asked her as she fumbled with my belt, and drew my pants down to reveal my full hardness. “Being so submissive?”
She shrugged, gave me a half-smile. “I don’t really like it,” she said, “but something about it… well, it gets me pretty wet, can’t you tell?”
“I don’t get it.”
She grinned, and slipped my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around its tip. Withdrawing it, she said, “Well you’re conflicted over giving me up to another man, aren’t you?”
“I suppose so.” I groaned as she sank on my pole. It seemed to me that her becoming accustomed to taking a larger cock in her mouth meant she was able to take more of mine in her throat these days.
She came up for air, added: “You have some negative feelings as well as the positive, the excitement.”
“Some, sure.”
“You are a little jealous, especially when you can’t be there to watch me. You’re afraid, too, though you don’t have any reason to be. I can see it in your eyes sometimes.”
I shrugged. “You’re fucking a multi-millionaire who has the biggest cock in Washington. What is there not to be afraid of?”
She grinned again. “So it’s like that,” she said. “I have negative feelings about how C treats me. But I can’t deny he turns me on. And I find myself wanting more of it, even though I know it’s bad.”
She climbed on me, right there as I sat up against the radiator on the floor. She positioned me, then sank down, taking my erect cock into her hot pussy, a pussy stretched and moistened by two other men earlier that evening.
“Be careful,” I said. “I don’t think you can entirely trust him.”
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“I’ll be careful,” she said, cautiously riding me.
As I came deep inside her, though, and later lay with her in the bed, I was unsure how I was going to keep the balance of enjoying her little affair with the Senator while preventing any danger from arising from it all.
Chapter Thirty
I let her keep on seeing him. I hated to admit it, but it was a thrill to see how horny it made her, seeing him then coming back to me. The fact that she had a little fetish about dominant men, and the fact that the man she was seeing was giving her an experience I really could not myself did press my buttons.
And it did provide invaluable insight on Capitol Hill to help with Izzie’s work.
Then one day I came home after a client visit out in northern Virginia, I found Izzie lying gingerly on the couch on her front. She was tapping out something on her little laptop computer, but since she was dressed in a tiny little pleated skirt — which made her look not unlike a cheerleader, although the gray t-shirt didn’t quite go with the image — it made my thoughts turn dirty.
I sat down on the floor next to her, even though she was watching a re-run of an old episode of America’s Top Model. Yet when I laid a hand on her rear, she winced and cried out.
“Hey — what the Hell?”
I shifted up to sit on the couch beside her legs, then gently lifted her skirt. The first thing that struck me was that her ordinarily pale behind was seriously pink — it almost seemed to be glowing.
“It’s nothing,” she said, not even looking back at me, her attention nailed to the screen of her laptop.
“Nothing, Iz? You can’t even sit down, for heaven’s sake!”
“It’s okay,” she stressed.
“C did this to you?” I demanded. The hot bile of anger was welling up inside me.
“A little spanking, that’s all,” she said, unbelievably casually.
I stroked her butt, very very lightly, but even a faint brush of the back of my fingers was too much for some parts. The color of her flesh was quite something — and was actually hot to the touch.
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