by MP Frank
“Do you remember the Blue Parrot?” he asked. “What a night! Are you planning to do another show for us some time, Gaëlle?”
Claire thumped him. “Michel! Behave properly! He is irremediable,” she declared. “I’m afraid you provided him with the highlight of his life so far, Gaëlle. I was afraid he wouldn’t resist bringing it up. I hope he hasn’t embarrassed you?”
“Not at all,” Gaëlle said, and laughed. “I’m just glad he remembers me as I used to be.”
“I don’t think any of us will forget,” David commented, as he came in. “It was quite a highlight for us, too.”
“It’s a snowman!” Michel declared. David still had on his outdoor clothes, and his hat and shoulders were covered in a thick layer of white.
“Out!” Dani cried, with simulated rage and pointing to the door. “I’m not having you dripping on my parquet floor!”
David went off to change and Claire and Michel looked at each other. “The snow’s getting thicker,” Claire said. “We’ll have to go if we aren’t going to be stranded.” They said their goodbyes and left, leaving Gaëlle feeling a little as she did when Gabi visited her. So much nervous energy was exhausting.
After dinner, Gaëlle helped Dani and David to clear up before they went back to the sitting room for coffee and liqueurs. They listened to music for a while, then Dani said, “Since you’ve missed meeting Gaël and Amélie, would you like to see some photos of them?”
“That would be lovely.”
“Come through into the television room, then. David stores the holiday pictures on disk and it’s set up so I can do a slide show.”
Gaëlle followed Dani and David through into a room where there was a roaring log fire. The television occupied a significant part of the wall on which it hung. “I inherited one like it when I bought my apartment, even though I almost never watch television.” Gaëlle commented, as Dani drew the curtains, took out a DVD and slotted it in.
“One metre forty wide, and the picture quality is superb isn’t it?” David said, as the first pictures came up, showing his son on holiday in Mauritius.
“Gaël will be a handsome man,” Gaëlle commented.
“Just like his father,” David interjected.
“Whoever that was,” Dani teased. Gaëlle smiled, enjoying the couple’s playful relationship. She was feeling at ease with them.
“When you get to see Amélie you’ll be glad there’s no sound. She takes after her mother,” David said.
“David. Go away. Make more coffee, while I change the disk. You know it makes me nervous when I play with your toy,” Dani instructed him. David gave an exaggerated bow and left the room. Dani turned to Gaëlle. “I’m still learning how to make this thing work, so you’ll have to forgive me if I show you architect’s plans or mountain scenery,” she said.
However, Gaëlle was happy to look at a series of photos of Amélie. Dani clicked the remote again. The photo of Amélie on a bicycle that was on the screen disappeared. The naked woman in the new picture was clearly Dani. She was handcuffed to a bed, with her legs spread wide. A thick vibrator protruded from her vagina. Gaëlle caught only a glimpse of the photo, as Dani immediately hit the button on the remote, evidently hoping that Gaëlle hadn’t noticed.
“Look, there’s Amélie with her grandmother. Don’t they look alike?” Dani asked, desperately, as a new image came up.
“It’s no good, Dani. I saw you,” Gaëlle said. “Do I assume that’s part of the not really exploring that you mentioned?”
“I don’t know why that photo came up at all!” Dani declared.
“Can I see it again, properly this time?” Gaëlle asked.
Dani blushed almost crimson.
“You mustn’t think…” she began. Gaëlle stopped her.
“Just show me the photo, Dani.”
Dani pressed the reverse button. The huge television screen meant that the image was almost life size and the detail was crystal-clear.
“You look fabulous,” Gaëlle said. “I can see your juices glistening. You must have been wonderfully turned on. Better I should see it than Amélie’s grandmother, don’t you think?”
“That doesn’t bear thinking about.”
“Here’s the coff….” David began, then stopped dead. His face was a perfect blend of surprise and embarrassment.
“Relax, David,” Dani said, regaining her composure. “It’s too late now. We’d better tell Gaëlle everything. I’m sure she isn’t judging us. But can you delete that, so we don’t shock your mother?” David deleted the photo, then sat down and poured coffee. He looked at his wife, waiting for her to speak.
“David knows about our afternoon together,” Dani said. “I couldn’t keep it a secret.”
“When Dani came back that evening, she was so clearly buzzing that I knew something special had happened,” David explained. “She refused to tell me anything, until I discovered a way to persuade her.”
“Ah? How did you do that?” Gaëlle asked.
“Dani’s very ticklish. That night in bed, I grabbed her and I tickled her. That almost always works, but I couldn’t keep hold of her for long enough to get what I wanted,” David said.
“So you tied her down?”
“Exactly. I had to use our pyjamas to tie her to the bed that first time. She struggled, but not very convincingly, it has to be said.”
“I didn’t want you to hurt me,” Dani protested.
“Excuses, excuses!” David declared. “Anyway, since our nightwear was otherwise in use, it seemed a pity to waste the opportunity, especially when I noticed that my dear wife was very, very wet. Once I’d heard what she had to say, we had great fun, with Dani still tied up.”
“It’s true. It did something to me, to be so helpless,” Dani said. “And as I couldn’t defend myself, David only had to threaten to tickle me for me to tell him everything.”
“So, the following night, we were getting ready for bed, and…”
“I asked David to tie me up.” Dani completed the story.
“I see from the photo that you’ve moved on from pyjamas,” Gaëlle commented.
“We soon found that if we had proper ropes and handcuffs, it turned Dani on even more,” David said. “Then we got more toys and so on.”
“You take a lot of photos?” Gaëlle asked.
“Yes, he does,” Dani said. “Sometimes he forgets my needs, in his enthusiasm for taking pictures.”
Gaëlle smiled. “I can see the temptation,” she said. “You do look rather delicious. So, do I get to see these photos, then?”
David stood up and went out, returning a few minutes later with a pen drive.
“The television is wired to the computer,” he said. “There are hundreds of images on here”
“Ah, the wonders of technology,” Gaëlle commented.
Now that her secret was out, Dani seemed as keen as her husband to let Gaëlle have a peep into their sex life. David plugged in the pen drive and the slideshow began.
“You really have lost weight,” Gaëlle commented as the first photo appeared, showing Dani naked, standing by the bed.
“I’m lucky it didn’t all come off my breasts,” Dani said. “I’d got my waist back by the time this was taken.”
The series of photos showed Dani with her hands tied behind her back and kneeling on the floor. The angle of the camera suggested that David was the photographer. Dani had his penis in her mouth on the next shot, and the one after that showed her with sperm splattered all over her face. Her pleasure was quite obvious. The next series had her attached to the bed, face down. Red finger marks on her buttocks showed where she had been smacked.
“Don’t worry, David would never hurt me,” Dani said, noticing the concern on Gaëlle’s face. “He just makes me tingle.”
Gaëlle was feeling too warm by now—the fire was making the room stuffy. The sight of Dani’s nude body being used was giving her tingles, too. The problem was that she had nothing she could take off to c
ool down. She fanned herself with her hand, which made no difference at all. The pictures continued, with Dani constrained in a variety of ways and positions. The variety was also evident in the range of toys and dildos that David was using on her. Gaëlle recognized some of them, from her own little collection or from the array in Barbara’s sex-room.
“You were saying earlier that it was a good job there was no sound with the photos, but I’d love to hear what you were both saying as these were taken,” Gaëlle said. She was looking at a series in which Dani was hanging by her wrists from a frame, while some sort of machine was thrusting a dildo into her sex.
“We got that machine because it’s hard to take good photos while you’re trying to give your wife as much penetration as possible,” David said. “Actually—”
“David!” Dani interrupted him.
“It’s all right, I can guess,” Gaëlle said. “There are also videos, aren’t there?”
“There are, but I’m not sure I want to share them,” Dani said.
“Your decision,” Gaëlle responded. “But listen, I’m far too hot. Either you’re going to open a window, or I’m going to take my dress off.”
“Feel free,” David said
Gaëlle stood up and reached behind her back for the zip. She opened it and shrugged the black dress off her shoulders, leaving her naked to the waist. She stepped out of it, and sat down again, wearing just thigh-highs and white cotton knickers.
“You’ve hardly changed at all,” David commented. “You’re just as I remembered you, and just as sexy!”
“That’s a relief,” Gaëlle said. “Now, what about this video?”
“I’ve a better idea,” David said. “Dani, are you on to give Gaëlle a live performance? After all, she danced live for us.”
“I don’t know,” Dani said. She started to chew on her lip. “It’s all very well for you to suggest that, David. It isn’t you who’s going to be on show, tied up and naked and squealing for more, is it?” Her voice was trembling, but Gaëlle could see that temptation was triumphing over apprehension.
After a moment’s thought, Dani nodded. “Come on, then,” she said. “Let’s do it.” She led the way upstairs and down a corridor to a room, which she unlocked. “Officially, this is our gym,” she said. “That’s as far as the kids are concerned. But really, it’s our playground.”
Inside, the room certainly looked like a gym, with weights and wall bars. Dani unlocked a cupboard, revealing a selection of ropes, manacles and other restraints. She stood aside for David to pick up something that looked like a part of a construction set.
“Dani has to choose which dildo,” he said to Gaëlle. “So, wife? Medium, large or extra-large?”
“Medium, please, David. Later on, we’ll see how I feel.”
As Dani stripped off completely, Gaëlle examined her body. Dani’s breasts were not quite as impressive as she remembered, but were still substantially bigger than her own, as was Dani’s bottom. The weight Dani had lost had come off her belly and waist. She went to stand by the bars of a climbing frame fixed to the wall. David took a length of white cordage from the cupboard.
“It’s sailing stuff,” he explained to Gaëlle. “It’s very strong, but it’s quite soft and doesn’t leave marks.”
Dani held her hands out in front of her, wrists crossed. David looped the rope round the wrists and tied a complicated knot, then passed the end of the rope over the top bar and pulled. Dani’s arms rose above her head, her eyes opening wider as the strain began to pull on her shoulders. She took a step back and balanced on the lowest bar while David tied off the rope. When she stepped down again, she could only reach the floor by standing on tiptoe. The position thrust her breasts forwards. Gaëlle could see Dani was breathing quite hard. Gaëlle was breathing heavily, herself. David wheeled the machine over. Now, Gaëlle could see how it would work. An arm attached the dildo to the motor. David switched it on to test it. There was a hum, as the arm began to rise and fall. He adjusted the range of movement, then shunted it so it was between Dani’s feet. He raised the arm so it was almost touching Dani’s labia and tightened a bolt.
“Ready?” he asked his wife.
“Can I have the blindfold?” Dani asked. “It makes me feel even less in control. Besides, it will remind me of our afternoon together,” she said, looking at Gaëlle. David tied a silk scarf over Dani’s eyes. The machine started, emitting a low hum. David stopped it.
“If you’re having the blindfold, you should have the ear plugs, too,” he said. Dani seemed less enthusiastic about that, but David fitted the earmuffs over her head anyway.
“Now we’re ready,” he said to Gaëlle, and started the motor again. She watched as the arm rose, bringing the dildo head up towards Dani’s sex. At first, it was barely touching her, just nudging the soft outer labia. Dani grunted when it made contact. She was clearly used to the machine, but because she could neither see not hear it, she couldn’t tell when the next thrust was going to happen. She tried to lower herself towards it, but the rope held her in place. The machine continued to bump gently against her. She whimpered. “Please, David. Open me up.”
David turned to Gaëlle, who was standing beside him. She caught a glimpse of the tableau in the wall mirror. David, in shirt and trousers, herself topless, wearing only stockings and knickers and Dani, stripped naked, tied up and helplessly available. Gaëlle’s nipples were starting to harden. She took a step forwards and stroked Dani’s labia with her hand. To Gaëlle’s surprise, her fingers came away dripping. Dani was clearly very excited, even though as yet, almost nothing had happened. Gaëlle parted Dani’s outer labia, allowing the dildo to touch just inside.
“That’s you, isn’t it, Gaëlle,” Dani said, speaking loudly because she couldn’t hear herself. “Do I look good? Pinch my nipples if you think I look sexy.”
Gaëlle reached out to Dani’s nipples and pinched them. She remembered from their afternoon exploration that Dani had said that, as a result of breast feeding, her nipples were not especially sensitive, so she pinched them again, squeezing them hard between finger and thumb.
“Uh!” Dani grunted.
Gaëlle could see the muscles of Dani’s stomach tense up.
“So, do I look good?”
Gaëlle pinched the nipples yet again, extracting another grunt from Dani.
“Time for a longer thrust,” David said, adjusting the arm on the machine. Now, the dildo was penetrating Dani, but not deeply. It retreated to just between the labia then rose, but only a centimetre or two. Again Dani tried to lower herself onto it without success.
“More,” she moaned. “I want it deeper in me.”
David adjusted the machine again, but instead of going deeper, it went faster, jiggling at the entrance to his wife’s vagina. Over the next minutes, her grunts became more frequent and regular, before she spoke again. “Please, David darling, make it go deeper. I want to be filled. You can use the big one if you want. Anything, but make it go deeper.”
“What do you think, Gaëlle?” David asked her. He held up a dildo of eye-watering size, shaped like a large cone and at least the diameter of his fist at its widest point. “Shall we use this one? She can’t always take it, but you heard her say she wanted it.”
Gaëlle hesitated. Dani hadn’t exactly said she wanted the big dildo used in her, but who was she to put an interpretation on the words? She could imagine how this monster would feel, forcing the walls of Dani’s vagina apart as it drove into her. The thought of observing Dani while that happened both thrilled and worried her.
“Use it,” she said.
David stopped the motor and attached the big dildo to the arm. This time his adjustment meant that the tip of the dildo was deep between Dani’s labia, poised at the entrance to her vagina. She wriggled and whimpered. “It’s the big one, I know it is! I didn’t mean it, David! I can’t…Oh, I can’t take it! Please, Gaëlle, don’t let him do this to me! “
“Our rule is that she can’t g
o back on what she has offered,” David told Gaëlle. “Go on. Start the motor.”
Dani was still moaning inarticulately. Gaëlle reached down and put her finger on the start button. Did she dare to submit her friend to this? She wasn’t sure. Then she thought of all the occasions when she had put herself through experiences that had petrified her in advance, and yet had given her shattering pleasure. She pushed the button. The arm moved slowly upwards. Gaëlle used her fingers to part Dani’s labia. The wider part of the dildo began to work its way inside Dani’s body. She was shaking her head.
“It’s too big. It’s much too thick. It’s going to tear me apart.” Contradicting her protest, though, Dani was bump-and-grinding her hips, like the most obscene of strippers, trying to work the dildo deeper into her. She whimpered again and Gaëlle stopped the machine. “Don’t you dare turn it off!” Dani shouted, her voice raw-edged with emotion. “I can take it. I have to take it. I have a right to be fucked as I want!”
Gaëlle started the machine again. David made a further adjustment, to increase the range of movement of the dildo.
Dani’s voice rose almost to a scream. “Yes!” she cried. “I want it. I want it in me! I need it! Deeper, deeper!”
Gaëlle’s eyes felt like they were popping out of her head. Dani was taking all her weight on her wrists, so that she could raise her legs, holding them wide apart, and giving more profound access to the dildo. The huge plastic penis was burying itself inside Dani’s vagina. When it pulled back, Gaëlle could see the outer rim being distorted. Soon, the entire bulk of it was inside Dani’s sex. Only the dildo’s narrow neck, where it was attached to the machine, was visible.
“Now, full speed!” Dani demanded.
David turned a knob and the dildo began to bounce up and down inside his wife’s sex.
Gaëlle could see it moving inside, on the skin of Dani’s belly. Dani was shouting and cursing, laughing and groaning until finally she came, shaking like a leaf from head to foot and squirting powerfully. Gaëlle watched with a mix of admiration for Dani’s courage and envy of the strength of her orgasm.