by Selena Kitt
Most of the toys were very novelty related. Sarah guessed that the items were either there because the price point was a good starting place for many people or because the shop sold a lot of gag gifts. They had never been ones to use bullets or vibes in their play, although Sarah owned both. Sarah had her mind set on something a little bit more interactive for them today and she hoped Victor would be on board. She stopped in front of the clamps and just stood there trying to gage his interest. They had never discussed this kind of toy before, but then again they had never discussed a collar before, and he seemed all about making that fantasy of hers come true.
“So I was—“
Before she could even get out her thought, he cut her off, “I was thinking something like this.” Sarah was always surprised at how well he read her. She could tell by the way he reached for one and switched mid-way that he had not been thinking about them at all and just wanted to put her mind at ease. He grabbed a set of nipple clamps and handed them to her. They were all wrong and she knew that her initial analysis was dead right. He had no idea what he was looking at and just wanted to be kind. God, she loved this man.
She put them back and pulled a different set off the shelf. “I was actually thinking more like these because they are adjustable and the ones you picked said they are stronger and not for beginners. As much as I like to jump in with both feet, I might not be ready for that.”
Before he could respond, the clerk was there, perky as ever. “Finding what you need?”
“Why yes, I think we are.” Sarah couldn’t believe how much she missed this part of their relationship. The part where they were more than just parents. More than just spouses. More than just roommates. They were sexual beings and enjoyed it.
“Excellent. Shall I take these for you?” Sarah nodded as she handed them to the clerk. She began to walk away and must have thought better about it because she turned her head back to them. “Sorry I’m so in your face. Tuesday is usually slamming with the live show and all, and I’m kinda bored.”
Sarah was confused. The parking lot looked packed, but she was right, no one was really there. “Why are all the cars here, then?”
“Oh, we rented the peep show rooms out for filming.” She added a wink and Sarah knew that the filming was no big screen production. “Don’t ask to go back there, though they have clear rules about going back unless—“
“Sassafras.” Her husband said with a confidence that seemed off for such a silly sounding word.
“Oh, sorry sir, I didn’t realize. You are running a bit late. Here, let me let you in.”
Victor gave Sarah a smirk and grabbed her ass as her reassured the clerk, “No worries. You couldn’t have had any idea. I was trying to multitask by getting a few fun things for us while we were here.”
“Ok, sir. I still feel bad.”
Where had the confident clerk gone? She was now piling on the sirs and avoiding eye contact. And what the hell part did sassafras play? Every time Sarah went to say something, Victor pinched her ass...hard, so she gave up and decided to go with the flow.
They followed the young woman to the back where she unlocked the door that had the sign announcing the area would be closed for the day. “Ok, here you go. I really am sorry. I told them I would be on top of things and then I don’t even let you in. Good luck with the project.” She looked at the floor a minute before adding in a much quieter voice, “If you could maybe, not tell my boss about this, that would be great. I’m kind of hoping to get a promotion and don’t want him mad.”
Her husband’s voice was low and assured. “I will only tell him how helpful you are. I know moving up means a ton more money.”
“Thank you, sir.” She said and walked back to the front of the store as Victor pulled Sarah into the back hallway, shut the door behind them and thrust her back against said door.
He leaned into to her and spoke just above her ear. The heat of his breath sent chills through her body and immediately soaking her panties. Well, if she were wearing any they would have been soaked. Sara could kick herself for not wearing any today. Avoiding panty lines with her yoga pants meant she was going to leak through her pants. How embarrassing. “Before you ask, I have no idea what is really going on back here. I just overheard a guy in the parking lot telling another one that when he got back from his errand he had to remember to tell the woman sassafras so he could be let back in.” Sara shivered and not from the cold. They were about to embark on something wilder than they had done in years, even if it were just seeing a camera and getting kicked out. She could tell he knew more than he was letting on and that excited her even more. She would let this deception slip because she knew it was worth it.
“I read a few stories from your new anthology purchase this morning. Naughty wifey has a desire to watch, don’t you?”
Sarah nodded. It wasn’t like she could ever lie to her husband. It was part of the reason they’d lasted longer than most couples. They had a weird lie-dar and could never get away with dishonesty without the other knowing. It really sucked when she asked about her cooking skills, but for the most part, it worked beautifully.
“I thought so. Let’s see what mischief we can get into before we get caught.”
There it was. They would get caught, it was a matter of when and that made it a bazillion more times exciting. It was not like they could go to jail for watching a porn production. Or could they? Naughty danger for the win.
They snuck down the hallway. Sarah half expected to see a huge camera crew, far too many lights, and some rather unsexy sex being filmed in bits and pieces, but as she got closer it became clear that her TV influenced ideas were not at all what she was walking into. In many ways, the building felt like the sleazy peep shows she saw in crime dramas where they shake down the hookers for info on the big bad mafia badasses. It was barebones and streamline and not at all upscale. It was different, in that it was far cleaner than she had thought, and when her husband pulled her into a room and shut the door, the seating area was comfy looking. Like sitting in an upscale baseball club box more than a place to jack off and watch woman you can’t even touch get naked. Where she expected to see a closed window and a box to stuff with quarters, she only saw what she was sure was one way glass. Her husband pulled over and sat down, pulling her on his lap as he did.
The room in front of them was empty, but there were props. Props that set Sarah on fire. A table with all sorts of rings she knew could only be used for bondage sat in the center of the room. There was a weird bench that looked almost like a gymnastics horse, but low to the ground. To the side there was table full of toys, many of which she had no idea what they were. The room was circular and there were mirrors everywhere. She had been right about the one way glass. No one could see in here.
As she looked around the room and took the scene in, she felt her husband grow beneath her. Maybe she could get her afternoon blow job in after all. She squirmed a little bit, hoping to be subtle in her attempts to arouse him further.
“Behave.”
She tried to feign innocence. “I’m not doing anything.”
He pinched her nipple. Hard. Those nipple clamps must have given him the message that all was fair game when it came to her now erect peaks. “Don’t BS me. You know exactly what you are doing. Friday. You know the deal. Friday.”
“Fuck, I am beginning to hate that word.”
He laughed and laughed. She wanted to be mad, but she couldn’t be. She knew the rules of the game, and trying to break them was more about playing the game than actually “winning”. She joined in his laughter.
They interrupted by the sound of a closing door. Somehow they were so wrapped up in their laughter that they missed the mic being turned on.
“I need to tell you something about this, Sarah.” She mumbled in reply but was only half paying attention as Victor shocked her back into focusing on him. “This is not really what she said it was going to be.”
“It’s not?” Her attention was now
fully on him.
“No, it’s not. From what I overheard, some rich guy rented the place out to help his girlfriend with her fantasy.”
Sarah sucked in a breath. “Her fantasy?” Sarah had to know. It was one thing to be watching porn stars who know what they are into. It is yet another to watch someone who wants privacy. “Should we go?” She so didn’t want to leave.
“No, Sarah. We should stay.”
“But this isn’t a porn star knowing people are watching.”
“Exactly. She is not someone who may or may not be a victim of circumstance making money. This woman, her fantasy is to be a group ’play thing’ while others watch. To her the fantasy is about being watched just as much as about the sex.” He nuzzled her neck and then lifted his head and nipped her ear lobe. She heard herself whimper. She was so in need of a release if a nip made her whimper. “There is more. I may have been dishonest before.”
That didn’t feel true to Sarah. She thought back to all he said and she never once detected a lie. He pulled her from her thoughts, “No sweets, you are right, I didn’t lie.”
Damn, this man knew her like no other.
“I just left out a part.”
“What part was that?”
“After they saw I overheard, they came over and let me know that I was more than welcome to sit in a room and watch because that is what she really wants. To be watched, but in a safe way. We are here and she is probably about to come apart at the seams knowing strangers are here.”
Sarah went to answer him when voices came over speakers. Quickly turning, she watched as a young woman was escorted in by a very well dressed, distinguished man. The young woman was clearly smitten with him and, if her peaking nipples were any indication, she was as turned on as Sarah was. Probably more so because she was actually getting to come. Argggg. Sarah was only frustrating herself.
The young woman was dressed in a beautiful, floor-length silk dress. It was not at all what Sarah had imagined. It was elegant and hugged her curves perfectly. Sarah wished that she still looked sexy as she had when she was the young woman’s age. She knew she was still attractive to her husband. Goodness, sitting on his lap, it felt like they had a steel pipe between them he was so hard. She still wished she could be the hottie he fell in lust with. Sarah was all but lost in her thoughts of insecurity when she heard her husband exhale near her ear. He had to know it drove her crazy.
“She is beautiful.” Sarah let out. She wasn’t attracted to woman, but she did enjoy their beauty. Her fantasies pretty much revolved around giving up control and voyeurism. She was pretty vanilla in her kink and she was fine with that. There would be no threesomes with woman, or men, in her future. But watching one unfold before her? Yeah, she was all about that.
“She is,” he said in her ear. “Quite beautiful. But she doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
Sarah sunk into him. There was no deception in his words. He meant what he was saying and she felt a security in that like no other.
“She doesn’t have your sexy curves. She doesn’t have your prefect nipples.” He gave one a tug that shot a new round of desire into her belly. “She doesn’t have this earlobe that sings too me.” He followed that with another nip. “She doesn’t have your amazing pussy.” He reached down into the front of her pants and stopped.
“My, my, what a naughty wifey I have. No panties.”
“Panty lines.” Sarah’s voice sounded so needy and desperate to her, and he had not even reached her clit.
“Ahhh, well we wouldn’t want panty lines,” he chuckled in her ear and finally put his hand on her now soaking wet pussy. “Watch.”
Fuck. Sarah had waited to being a situation where she could watch others and she had allowed herself to get so distracted by mere words that she almost missed the goods. She opened her eyes, and if sensing her obedience, Victor began his assault on her nub. Small circles mixed with the odd pinch. He managed to keep her so close to the edge that she was sure she would fall over, but never did.
The story playing out before her only added to the sensations. During her time of distraction, four new men had entered the room. All of them were hot and completely naked, with their dicks standing loud and proud. The young woman was now standing in the middle of the room in only her panties, her arms gathered behind her. Sarah couldn’t see for sure, but she guessed they were tied. The distinguished gentleman now sat in a comfy chair with a great view to watch it all unfold. He appeared to be the director of sorts.
“As you gentleman can see, my new acquisition needs some training if she is going to be able to please my associates.”
Sarah knew that should sound all kinds of creepy and gross, but it was all a fantasy. The woman’s fantasy, and all of the power was hers. As if reading her mind, her husband’s hand sunk into her and she gasped at the sensation. “The power that woman holds over those men seems to turn you on. Most women would see it as the opposite, but you realize the power she holds. The power you hold.” She was so close to coming and his hand ceased all movement.
“Do I have the power to make it Friday?” She felt totally bratified, but she would do anything to come. He hadn’t said she couldn’t help herself, but she knew it would only make things worse.
“No, you hold many powers, but not that one. Watch.”
She picked up her head to watch the people in front of her and was rewarded by his hand beginning to move again.
The men were now in front of the woman, who was on her knees.
“She needs to learn to use her mouth to please. To take what a man has to offer and not spill a drop. To fully encase his dick in the back of her throat. Teach her.”
And teach her they did. Sarah watched in awe as each of them fucked her mouth. None quite the same. One immobilized as he used her mouth as a vessel. One commanded her every lick and suck. One controlled her actions by her hair. Every time she did something right, he’d pet her like a dog. Every time she did something that did not quite meet his standards, he yanked her hair with a force that made Sarah jump on a couple of occasions. The last one told her that the true test of her learning was if she could get him off before the first one recovered. If she did, he promised to let her come at least once before she left. If not, he promised a punishment. She made quick work of his needs and swallowed every last bit before the first man announced he was ready to go again.
“Well done, my lass. I think you will do once you have some more training.” The man in the chair showed such affection in his words. And his arousal was clear by the bulge in his silk dress pants. “I think we need to begin lesson two.”
“What are your desires?” she answered with a voice so husky it was clear no part of her desired to be elsewhere.
“I desire to have you fuck them all.”
“Yes, sir. I would like nothing more.” And her erect nipples and voice told Sarah that that was no exaggeration. What did surprise Sarah was what the woman said next. “Separately, or at the same time, sir?”
Holy fuck, now that was something Sara had to see. There were four men and three holes. What could that possibly look like?
“The same time.”
SCORE!
“May I have my hands free to assist with my task sir?”
Sarah’s cell phone chimed. “Fuck!” both she and her husband said in unison. The sound was the one designated for her alarm. It meant she had to go and she was going to miss it.
She went to get up and his arms circled her tighter. “I’m so sorry. I may have wanted to keep you on edge all week, but I really didn’t think the timing through when I saw this opportunity pop up. I don’t want to dangle a fantasies in front of you and then take them away. I just want to rev-up the anticipation.”
Could he be any sweeter and, frankly, hotter? Deciding to put him at ease as she finally rose, she turned to him, grabbed his hand and said, “Friday.”
“Friday,” he repeated.
Sarah barely caught a glimpse of them as the scurried out. A man
was on the table and the woman was lowering herself onto his rigid cock, the tallest of the men standing behind her with his hands on her ass. If Sarah were going to guess, he planned to have his throbbing cock in her ass as she rode the man on the table.
Argggggggg. Seeing only part of it was worse than seeing none. Sarah assumed a third man would be in her mouth before this was done, but where would the fourth go? She could take the cheesy way out and simply give him a hand job. She did, after all, mention her hands. Or maybe they could maneuver her so he could fuck her tits. She knew a lot of guys liked that, but it seemed almost impossible to choreograph. She had seen two men enter a woman in her vagina and two men in an ass before. Was that what they had planned? And which one? Sarah knew that her dreams would be filled with all of the possibilities. If only her freakin’ alarm had not gone off.
Wednesday