Double Delight: The Complete Series - Sold, Share, Submit (MFM & MMF)

by Gisele St. Claire

  Anyway, tonight, Brandon and I had received a special invitation from H to the club. It was our wedding present from him. He had said we could dress however we liked because he had ordered costumes for us. I was already excited. We had been in our regular ménage for just over a year now and it worked beautifully, once every two weeks. H and I were extremely fond of each other. I would go so far as to say we loved each other, but we weren’t in love. My confidence in the three-way had grown and I thought H intended to capitalise on that tonight. We would see if I was right…

  **

  The auction was about to begin. The emcee took the microphone and explained that a private bid had been entered for this evening and so the stage was sold. Then a gentleman walked up to our table and asked us to follow him. We walked through a side door, down a corridor and into a room that resembled a fitting room in a store. There were shelves of different clothes, but looking at them closely, they were costumes of different kinds.

  “If you could stay in here to change, Mrs. Bailey, your outfit for the evening is in the white box.” He nodded towards a large, rectangular shaped white box which was wrapped in a black ribbon. “I will be back for you in about ten minutes, please enjoy the refreshments. Mr. Bailey, if you could follow me next door.”

  Brandon kissed me on the mouth. “I’ll see you soon.”

  I took a drink and looked at what was in the box. I lifted it up, walked to the chaise longue in the corner of the room and took a seat. I then untied the bow and removed the lid. I carefully pulled back white tissue paper to reveal a black wet look PVC bustier and matching panties. There was also a pair of what must be six inch stilettos in black patent. I would be lucky if I could walk down the corridor in them. H totally had a thing for sex with a woman in high heels. There was a note in the box asking for me to tie my hair back in a ponytail and a black band in the box to secure it. I walked over to a full-length mirror in the corner of the room. Having a fitness instructor husband agreed with me. My body was tanned from our honeymoon and toned from all the swimming we had done, plus the gym sessions I attended a couple of times each week, hitching a ride in with the hubby. It was hard to stay away when the instructor was so hot!

  Finally ready, I poured myself a glass of the champagne on ice and nibbled on a couple of the strawberries on the silver platter at the side. I didn’t intend to eat much here as I was waiting for my main course on the stage.

  There was a knock at the door. “Mrs. Bailey, are you ready?”

  “I am.”

  The gentleman came back in. To his credit he treated me as if I was fully dressed and asked me to follow him again. I thought we would be getting Brandon from his room as well, but apparently not. I walked very slowly and carefully down the corridor in the stupidly high heels and finally I was asked to climb a few steps where there was a side door. Apparently that would take me onto the stage.

  “What about my husband?”

  “The men are already on stage, Mrs. Bailey.” He pointed to a hook at the side of the door. “When your performance is finished, I will be waiting here with this robe for you and will escort you to the aftercare room.”

  “After care?”

  “Yes, it has a shower so you can freshen up. I will move your clothes there while you are on stage.”

  “Thank you..?”

  “Mitchell, Mrs. Bailey. My apologies for not introducing myself earlier.”

  “Thank you, Mitchell. I’m Tiffany.”

  He held open the door for me and I walked onto the stage.

  **

  The stage was bright but the audience were in muted tones of darkness, with the bar backlit at the rear. I thought I would be overwhelmed at everyone watching but it was hard to actually make out any of the faces. Anyway, I didn’t care. This was what I had been asking for, for a month or so now. To make it onto the stage at S and perform in front of everyone. I had asked for a smorgasbord of my deepest, darkest fantasies and that was my present, our present, from H.

  On the stage was a bed. On the bed were red satin sheets, all the better to slip and slide across. The ultimate in a girl’s wet dream, yet far too impractical to actually make it onto my bed at home. Lying on that bed was my husband. He had a leather mask across his eyes and was wearing a leather thong. Sitting on a chair at the left hand side of the bed was H. Dressed in a suit.

  “You’re late. Our entertainment was booked for midnight. What sort of a whore are you that doesn’t keep to time? If you charge by the hour, you need to arrive on the hour.” H barked.

  “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.” I said in a quiet voice.

  “Hmm, maybe we’ll send you back. Unless you can state why we shouldn’t?”

  I had no clue as to what would happen on the stage, so I made it up as I went along. “Because I’ll do anything.”

  “Anything? What do you think B?” He turned to Brandon.

  Brandon sat up and leered at my body.

  “She’s hot, let’s keep her. I had an idea for later.”

  “Well, she must be punished for arriving late.” H walked over to a drawer and brought out what appeared from the black fronds to be a flogger. I stared at his hand. The handle was glass and sparkled under the light. It was a dildo, a glass dildo. He handed the flogger to Brandon.

  “Okay, we tossed a coin and B is the first to get to play with you. I’m going to sit back over here and watch. You’d better be worth it.”

  Brandon moved off the bed slowly and his eyes raked over my body like a predator. “Remove your panties.” He commanded. “Then sit on the edge of the bed.”

  I walked over to the bed and dropped and stepped out of my panties. Brandon picked them up and threw them to H. “Something for you to play with while I play with her.”

  H lifted the panties up to his nose and sniffed the hem which I knew was already soaked with my juices. “She smells divine, as you’ll know when you’re tonguing her pussy.”

  Brandon knelt on the floor in front of me and pushed my thighs wide apart. He sat to one side so my glistening, wet cunt was on display to the crowd watching. “So wet,” he growled. “But, your punishment first.”

  He held the flogger in his right hand and gently whipped it over my cunt. It tickled and my clit responded with a jolt like an electric shock. As he repeated the motion I tried and arched my wet pussy up towards it.

  “Keep your ass on the bed. If you do that again your punishment will only get worse.” I was dying to know what that worse punishment would be so I raised my hips up again.

  Brandon stopped what he was doing, reached and grabbed my ponytail and dragged me onto my feet. “I warned you.” Now lie across my knees.

  I positioned myself so my ass was high in the air. Brandon brought the flogger down on my ass cheek, but did it hard this time so it stung. I whimpered. “Good girl, keep quiet and take your punishment.” He smacked me another four times. I could feel heat radiating through my ass cheek.

  “I think that’s enough. Now it’s time for my own pleasure. Lower my thong and suck my cock.”

  I dropped back onto my knees. Brandon stood in front of me. We were sideways on stage to the audience so they could see our actions. Brandon’s eleven inch cock protruded, hard as a rock and I took him into my mouth and expertly gave him head. I tongued the underside of his shaft, pumped the base with my hand and sucked hard. He fucked my mouth hard, holding my hair by my ponytail once more. My head bobbed up and down with the motions of the blow job he was receiving. “I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow it all.” His seed spilled into my mouth and I swallowed and then licked around my lips. He withdrew his cock and patted me on top of my head. “Well, you are a good girl after all. I think I may allow you to come now.”

  He picked the flogger back up and sitting back on the edge of the bed he put his fist on the bed so that the glass dildo was standing straight up. “You can do all the work. Fuck it.”

  I moved onto my knees on the bed so I was positioned just
over the dildo. Then I sank myself down onto it. It was cold and it made me shiver as it entered my pussy. The combination and the fact it was so hard made my cunt clench around it. I could care less that I had an audience. All I searched for right then was my orgasm, because I was so fucking wet right now.

  “Do not close your eyes. Watch yourself fuck it.” Brandon demanded.

  My eyes looked down and I watched myself come up off the dildo. It was dripping with my cum. In fact my cum pooled onto Brandon’s hand as he held the base of the dildo. “Please may I touch my breasts?” I asked.

  “You may.”

  I pushed a hand down the right cup of my bustier and I pinched and tweaked my nipple as I continued to fuck the dildo. My breath came out in short, sharp pants as I pumped up and down on the glass cock. “Oh, god, oooooooohhh.” I jerked as my pussy pulsated. Brandon pulled the glass cock away and my legs buckled and I sank onto the bed.

  Brandon got up and walked over to H, handing him the glass dildo. “Your turn. I want to watch for a while.”

  H slowly moved out of the chair and slipped off his suit jacket. He stood in front of me, unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and tossed it on the floor. Then he demanded that I unfastened his pants and free his cock. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Another giant cock was in front of me and I wanted to snack on it.

  “Get on all fours on the bed so your ass is pointing at me,” he ordered.

  Now my puckered ass was on display to the whole audience.

  “Time to introduce your new friend to another receptive hole.”

  He pushed the dildo into my tight asshole and once I was relaxed around it, he thrust it firmly into my ass. God it felt good. He fisted his cock with his free hand while he hammered my ass. I could hear the noise of him doing it. The noise stopped and my bustier was unfastened at the back. It fell off around my waist. My breasts swung like gigantic pendulums.

  “I’m ready.” H informed Brandon.

  H removed the dildo and threw onto the stage floor.

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him towards the floor at the very front of the stage.

  “So, B, what was your hot idea?” He asked.

  “A spit-roast.” He answered.

  I’m guided onto all fours and H positioned his cock in front of my mouth. Brandon at my rear.

  “We’re all going to come together.” H informed me.

  I tried to imagine what this looked like to the audience. I was sideways, completely naked with my huge tits hanging down. When they fucked me they would swing all over. I had one massive cock teasing my lips with pre-cum being rubbed into them and another was teasing the entrance of my pussy.

  “Ready?” H asked Brandon.

  “Yes.”

  And they entered me. With a tandem rhythm they worked their cocks in deeper. I deep throated H while my pussy gushed around my husband’s cock. I felt my breasts, freed from their constraints, bouncing around. I looked up at H and he watched my breasts. Our performance was polished and I yielded to the pleasure that coursed through my body. H was the first to reach his pinnacle. His balls retreated, his cock tightened and he exploded all over my face, his hot, sticky cum ran down my cheeks and onto my chin. Then Brandon pinched my clit and that sent me over the edge. I shuddered around his dick as I felt his own cum spill inside me. A few moments later after we gained control we all stood up and faced the stage. Cocks still dripped, cum still ran down my chin and from my cunt. Our most intimate selves were on display in front of a hundred or so people. They broke out into applause. The lights rose and I saw that so many of them were half dressed themselves. Fingers were in pussies, cocks were in mouths, pussies and asses. The doors opened at the edges of the club and patrons made their way over, ready to continue the party for many more hours.

  But we were finished, for now. For ever? I didn’t know. The arrangement had been a fantasy lived out but now a reality was starting. We wanted to start planning a family and Brandon and I had agreed we would finish on a high. H had just accepted our notice. He didn’t think we would return to the scene afterwards. He thought it was out of my system, though he did say the door might be open if we came back later, but his own life was moving on and he might seek fresh adventures of his own.

  Our finale then could not have been any finer, played out on the stage in front of a captive audience.

  The curtains dropped. H took my hand, dropped a kiss there and walked away.

  As I walked behind him I was handed my robe and helped down so I didn’t fall down the stairs, still in those goddamn heels. “Damn woman, I thought I only had to carry you over the threshold, not down club corridors too.” Brandon threw me over his shoulder and spanked my ass as we headed towards the shower room.

  SUBMIT

  Chapter 1

  Kayla

  It was time to visit Daniel, my stepfather. He had been messaging me for a couple weeks now, saying he needed to catch me up on some news from my mom. I had delayed visiting saying I needed to give notice to take vacation time from Greens, The Realtors I worked for. He was bound to know I was bullshitting him, he had never been a dumb ass. As I threw clothes into my suitcase, Haley, my roommate hovered in the doorway.

  “I’m going to miss you, Kay. It’s going to be so weird being on my own in the apartment.”

  “Hey, it’s only two weeks Haley. You can spend the time masturbating away as I won’t be here to listen to any rude noises. You can have a good scream.”

  She rolled her eyes. Haley was used to my ways as we had lived together a while now. Up until a year ago, there had been three of us, but our other friend, Tiff, now lived next door with her husband, Brandon. I had taken over her share of the apartment, meaning I had two good sized bedrooms and my own bathroom. We still saw Tiff every Monday when we had our girls night where we ate good food, watched a movie and gossiped.

  I had never told them much about my stepfather though. Or about my mom. They knew she had paraded me through a stream of Stepdaddy’s as she chased money. My mom couldn’t live her life without wealth and I had been an unfortunate incident for her. Her relationship, if you could call it that, with my father, had been the catalyst for all the drama that came after. He had left her penniless and she had sworn it would never happen again.

  Out of all my stepfather’s, Daniel, who I had met when I was seventeen, had been the only decent one. The only one who had realised I existed, beyond being a hanger on. He had told me I always had a place at his home, and even after my mother had worked her way through most of his wealth and moved onto Chuck, the Stepdad that came after, he still reminded me I could stay anytime. I had never fully worked out my mom’s relationship with Daniel. They had never seemed hooked on each other like she had with some of them. Her public displays of affection with one or two had made me feel nauseous. Largely, through my life, I had kept my head down and done the best I could with my education, given the fact I was never at one school for very long before she had us on the move again. Once I turned eighteen, she had moved on once more and this time she told me she was done raising me and I was on my own now.

  It wasn’t the shock it could have been. Like I said she had been absent most of my life anyway. I graduated and eventually started at Greens where I made my good friends and I never looked back. I’d had a couple boyfriends but no one special. The girls were used to my cocky manner about guys but to be truthful I was more talk and no action if you get me. I’d not had much experience, though I was no virgin. I was kind of jealous of my friend, Tiff. She had been enjoying a ménage the last year. That woman walked around the whole time like she still had a cock up her pussy. I swear she always wore a shit-eating grin. Jealous, me? You better believe I was.

  Anyhow, I couldn’t put off visiting Daniel any longer as he had said my mom had been causing chaos again and he needed to update me. I had hoped she wasn’t hanging around for his money again as he had recently recovered his wealth, having had some of his art bought by a prestigious gallery. When I had
first met him, when he and my mom hooked up, he was the owner of a string of tattoo parlors. He had secretly painted on canvas, using the talent that had drawn designs on clients, until he had finally got the guts up to show them to someone. They loved his work and taken a couple pictures to try in a gallery, where they had been bought by a collector the same day. He now had a new profession, which was great because my mom had nearly caused him to go bankrupt with his tattoo business.

  I hadn’t stayed at Daniel’s much. Instead, a school friend’s mom had practically let me move in there, knowing my background with my own mom. No, I hadn’t stayed at Daniel’s very often for good reason.

  I had always had a huge crush on my stepdad. There was no way I could have lived with him and my mom. If they had kissed I would have wanted to punch something. I knew that was stupid. Girls got crushes all the time. But Daniel was something else. He was ten years younger than my mom and had been twenty-eight when I first met him--eleven years my senior. He had dark shaggy hair back then and the darkest eyes. When he smiled he always looked sexy and goofy at the same time. His face all kinda crinkled up. He had these really plump cheeks when he smiled. I had always wanted to reach out and touch them. I was sure that whenever he spoke, heat rose in my cheeks. I guess that was when I had started to become the brash kind of Kayla because I hadn’t wanted to appear all young and innocent around him. I always felt he was trying to save me, you know? Always telling me I had a home with him, even after my mom almost ruined him. He had got this look in his eye like he hadn’t wanted me to lose touch and even though I had tried to cut contact with him over the following years he had never given up. Still texted, called, sent me birthday and Christmas cards and checks I never cashed. When I did visit I would do it on the way somewhere else and not stay long because I couldn’t. Being too close to him killed me. But now, I had to go and he had told me I would need to stay a while—at least a few days, so somehow I was going to have to work through this crush I had. I was twenty-four now. It had been six years since my mom had hitched a ride with her next victim. I had never seen or heard from her again, yet now she had done something that affected Daniel and me once more.