After going over safewords and the talk about everything being consensual, Brad began to resume the boldness we had observed at the table.
“Great,” he said as he sat back against the living room couch with a grin. “So you two are just going to go at it then, and I’ll join in as soon as I can’t stand it anymore and finish the job?” He gave me a wink, and I smiled back at him.
Before Brooke could speak, I did it for her: “I don’t think that was quite the way we were seeing it.”
He raised his eyebrows, the smile still in place, and said, “Well, let me in on the secret, then, ladies. How do you picture this going down?”
Brooke smiled as she stood up. “I’m glad you asked, Brad. Follow me, please.”
She led the way into the spare bedroom, flicking on the low lamp on the bedside table. In the middle of the room was a spanking bench covered in burgundy leather padding. She pulled a coil of silver rope from the chest at the foot of the bed.
In the low light, Brad did indeed looked a bit taken aback. “Wow. So which one of you gets tied up?” he asked, looking at the two of us.
Brooke chuckled softly. “Neither.”
Confusion flickered over Brad’s face for an instant before understanding replaced it, and for the first time, he looked unabashedly surprised. There was silence in the room for several seconds.
“What happens then?” Brad’s voice was thick.
“We’ll show you,” Brooke said, lifting a pair of harnesses from the chest before handing me my realistic-style dildo from it. Brad watched as she retrieved her own jet-black silicone toy and closed the chest. “I’ll give you a hint, though: These strap-ons may not be put to quite the use you were envisioning during our earlier conversation.”
Brad’s eyes widened, and I knew this was the moment of truth: the make or break time when he agreed or not, when he had the absolute option to stop this train before it started and walk right back out the door. The heat in the room seemed to elevate as we watched him. I truly had no idea what he would choose.
When he moved forward, his eyes on the bench, I suddenly remembered his blush at the restaurant. The memory checked the surprise I felt as he ran his fingers over the burgundy padding and slowly began to take off his shoes.
Brooke rested a hand now on the small of Brad’s back as she positioned the black dildo between his buttocks. She rubbed it back and forth against his opening, the liberally applied lube further smearing along his skin.
It was I who was watching, though not for long. I stood in front of Brad, who was draped over and bound to the bench in the center of the room. I was almost naked, wearing only my black demi bra and a harness to which the silicone dildo Brooke had handed me was secured.
Brooke ran her fingers over Brad’s hips, waiting, among other things, for his muscles to relax. I watched as she spoke to him in soft tones, holding the dildo firm against his opening. Her chest was flushed, her skin dewy beneath the vinyl harness I hadn’t seen her wear for a while.
She looked up and met my eyes. I caught my breath as desire sizzled through me.
Knowing she was waiting for me, I moved forward, as though to get closer to her, though it was Brad’s mouth I was approaching. I maintained eye contact with my girlfriend until I felt the heat from Brad’s breath against my thighs. Still looking at her, I set my hand on his head. His blond hair was smooth beneath my fingers.
With a little grin, Brooke broke eye contact and looked down at the back of Brad’s head. I dropped my eyes to where he looked up at me. His gaze was wary, but beneath the humility I saw a hunger. It was that hunger—the part beneath the façade, beneath what he displayed regularly and perhaps even consciously knew was there—that I looked back at as I called it forth silently, waiting as it overtook the last bit of hesitation in his eyes. Whether this was something he would have thought he’d wanted, whether he would want it in an hour, or next week, or ever again under any circumstances besides those that had coalesced into this moment, I didn’t know. I’d guess he didn’t, either.
But the look in his eyes as he looked up at me said he wanted it now. And that was all I needed.
I looked up at Brooke and nodded. She set a hand on Brad’s body and eased the black dildo into him. A sound came from his throat, and she pushed in farther at the same measured pace before withdrawing just as slowly. I watched as she continued to penetrate him slowly, waiting for him to get used to the sensation, for them both to grow comfortable with the rhythm. Heat simmered inside me as I watched the smooth motion of Brooke’s strong hips.
I tightened my grip on Brad’s soft hair as I looked back down at him. With my other hand, I grasped the silicone cock strapped to my body and touched it to his lips. They opened easily, and I groaned as though there really were nerve endings in the toy connected to me as I slid it into his mouth. My pussy tingled, arousal gathering in my clit as I pulled my hips back and slid them forward again slowly. Like Brooke, I was finding the rhythm, and while fucking his mouth certainly didn’t require the same delicacy as fucking his ass, I was pretty sure he wasn’t used to this and didn’t want to overwhelm him.
Brooke sped up her pace, observing Brad’s muscles closely. I knew she was watching for any tension, anything that would indicate that he wasn’t enjoying himself or that would cause discomfort as he took what she was giving him.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Brad?” she asked as she smacked his ass. “Are we making all your fantasies come true?” Her face had broken a sweat, her stylishly cropped blonde hair damp around her ears. The vision of her confident handling of Brad as well as her own obvious arousal had my pussy nearly dripping.
“I think he’s liking it more than he may admit,” she said to me, leaning down to reach beneath his body just behind the bench. She sent me a wink that pooled the heat between my legs further, and I jammed the dildo into Brad’s mouth, careful not to hurt him, as I found a rhythm that made the base of the silicone press against my clit just so.
I moaned as I moved my body closer and closer to orgasm. In seconds, I screeched and bucked wildly as I came, backing away from Brad and sliding my fingers beneath the harness to replace the rhythm my bucking hips had created. Circling my clit frantically, I dropped to my knees as the climax tore through me, toppling my ability to stand.
I opened my eyes and looked across at Brooke, who had slowed down her own action to take in the view of my orgasm. The heat from her gaze seared into me, and I fell forward, panting, as my hand dropped slowly from my body.
I moved my eyes to Brad, whose gaze shot pure lust back at me as he took in my postorgasmic state like a lion feasting on flesh. Brooke looked down at him as well, clasping his hips as she steadied herself and prepared to pull out.
“Have you had about enough, darling?” she asked him. She backed up, removing the toy from his ass, and unfastened her harness. Her face was glowing with exertion and arousal, her blonde hair clamped to her forehead in little wet clusters. She was out of breath, her slim figure heaving as she removed the harness and stood still, allowing her body to regain its equilibrium.
She looked gorgeous.
I watched her from my knees as she stepped forward and began to undo the rope around one of Brad’s ankles. Momentarily I rose to help, allowing my breasts to dangle inches from his face as I undid one of the knots binding his wrists. I looked down to find his eyes glued to my tits, his breath audible as I untied the other wrist and Brooke invited him to stand up.
He stood in front of us, an unquestionable humility reflected in his eyes, his chest moving perceptibly as he finished catching his breath. I dropped my eyes to his granite-hard cock. A drop of precome glistened on the end of it, and I couldn’t help smiling. Cocks didn’t do a lot for me in and of themselves, but it was fun to be involved with someone’s so obvious and acute arousal. I looked at Brooke, no idea what was on the agenda now.
“It looks to me like you want to get off. I guess that makes sense—that’s what this little escapade was
all about for you, wasn’t it?” Brooke smiled cheerfully at Brad, who blushed a little as he swallowed. “Do you want to come?” Brooke asked when he remained silent.
Brad nodded, hurriedly, as though the answer was obvious but he had been afraid to state it. Which, I guessed, was exactly the case.
Brooke indicated his cock, a slow grin encompassing her features. “Go ahead.”
He looked at her hesitantly. I looked at her, too. Brooke stood back, arms crossed, and I finally understood that she was prompting him to jack himself off while we watched.
I bit my lip, suddenly eager for something I had never found the slightest bit appealing. I wondered if it would please Brooke, and I realized that possibility was part of what turned me on.
Brad seemed to be waiting for further direction—either that, or he felt reluctant to start with our watching him. Ignoring him, I sidled over to Brooke and pressed against her naked body. I whispered into her ear, and she gave me a surprised smile. I blushed, knowing I seemed out of character—not just in the action I suggested but also in initiating, in wanting to do something different and impulsive like I watched her enthuse over all the time.
“Well, that’s great, Ashley,” Brooke said out loud. “Why don’t you go right ahead and do that.” She turned to Brad. “Ashley wants to kneel in front of you and have you come all over her tits.” She ran a hand over my breast, squeezing lightly, and I ducked my head shyly.
I leaned forward and kissed her, briefly, and as I started to pull away she grabbed me and pulled me back toward her with a kiss that started fast and hard, her lips and tongue and mouth surging against mine, and transformed gradually and organically into the softness I saw in her sometimes, when her blonde hair became like a gentle light illuminating a face not devoid of her usual boisterousness but incorporating into it a sincerity, a gentle and exquisite caring. It wasn’t something foreign to her—even when it didn’t appear to be there, I knew it was, as an integral part of her that simply tended to stay quieter than the impulsiveness and enthusiasm—but whenever I experienced it so openly, so close to the surface like this, it was like being wrapped in emotional velvet, a softness exuding from her to me to everything around us, holding all of it in a lightness that, for a moment, overtakes the world.
When she had first grabbed me, I’d wondered if the kiss was partly for Brad’s benefit, and whether it had been or not, by the end I knew it was for no one’s—not even ours. It wasn’t a “benefit” kind of kiss. It was just something that happened, like the opening of an apple blossom.
I opened my eyes slowly after we broke apart. With a soft smile, Brooke released my hands, which she’d been holding, and turned slowly back toward Brad. I followed suit, and he met my eyes as I looked at him, standing motionless with his hand positioned around his cock. His eyes shot fiery lust, and it occurred to me that he had just gotten a little bit of what he had originally wanted. I wondered if it had the same effect following his recent experience.
Holding his gaze, I stepped forward until I was almost touching him. He looked down at me, his jaw clenching and unclenching as I felt the heat from his body sweep over and blend with my own. I reached back and unhooked my bra, sliding my hands around my sides as I nudged the garment from my breasts and let it drop to the floor. His eyes fell to my tits, and he swallowed as he looked back up at me. For a moment, neither of us moved.
I dropped to my knees. Brad groaned, his head falling back as he gripped his cock tight in a fist, barely jerking it twice before his hot come shot straight onto my exposed tits, his volume increasing as he looked back down to see my fingertips sliding delicately over the slickness on my skin, watching the glistening surface with fascination as his face contorted and his hand tugged desperately at his cock. Automatically, he reached to put a hand on my shoulder for balance but caught himself before he did. Understanding his hesitation, I smiled and reached for his hand, bracing my palm against his to help hold him up as his last drops of come landed on my body.
Unexpectedly, I felt Brooke grasp my tits from behind, and I gasped. I turned my head to see her kneeling behind me, her lips hot against the back of my neck as her hands smeared through the come covering my chest to squeeze my nipples. A tiny whimper escaped me, and I let go of Brad’s hand as my girlfriend grasped my body and devoured my neck with an urgency I felt suddenly on fire to experience once the two of us were alone.
Gradually Brooke released me, landing one more kiss at the top of my spine before she stood and reached to help me up. Brad stood, panting, in front of us, his expression a stupor of release and incredulity.
“Well, Brad, it’s been a pleasure,” Brooke purred, standing close to him as she looked up into his eyes. “I hope you enjoyed yourself.”
Brad looked like he didn’t know how to respond, or perhaps had not yet recovered his faculty of speech, and I stepped forward to rest a hand on Brooke’s hip.
“Thanks for joining us,” I said. “It had been a while since we’d done that.”
“Really?” Brad let slip a moment of vulnerability, and he blushed. “I mean, have you…you’ve done that before?”
“Not quite like that.” Brooke smiled. “You were a first.”
Brad smiled, too, and I sensed the moment when all façades among us dropped. “It was a first for me, too,” he said quietly. He turned to gather his clothes, and Brooke and I stood still as we watched him begin to dress.
Then she turned to me silently, pressing her body to mine with a kiss that instantly reignited the heat that rushed to my pussy. I slid my hands up her body and cupped her breasts, sensing her breath catch as I squeezed them, gently at first, then more firmly.
We were breathless as we broke apart. I turned to Brad, who was facing us as he fastened his belt.
“Thank you both,” he said. His nod seemed a bit wistful, and I knew he was aware that Brooke and I were going to continue without him after he was gone—and that he understood why he wasn’t invited. I knew also that it was an understanding that wouldn’t have occurred to him a few hours before, and it endeared him to me.
I stepped forward to give him a hug. “It was very nice to meet you, Brad.”
He smiled down at me, and I felt understanding in Brooke’s hand as she took mine as we followed him to the door.
“Perhaps you could come back and play with us again sometime,” she said as we reached it, giving my hand a squeeze.
I squeezed back as Brad turned around. “I’d love to,” he said, his smile the most sincere I’d seen from him. Brooke and I stepped forward to give him a kiss on either cheek, and he waved and slipped out the door.
“Funny how much more likable he was after he was humbled,” Brooke said.
“Most of us are,” I answered, already pulling my girlfriend back toward the bedroom. “Come, my love. We’ve got a job to finish.”
BIG NIGHT
D. L. King
I wanted Dan’s fortieth birthday to be special, a day special enough to not tell our grandchildren about.
Dan and I met sophomore year in college, in a truly boring lecture class. I was sitting one row up, directly behind him. At some point, in the middle of the lecture, he dropped his pen and bent down to retrieve it. It was then that I noticed a flash of red peeking out from the top of his jeans. Not just red; it was lacy red. That was it for the lecture. To this day, I have no idea what it was about. It was a sociology class, that much I know, but the topic of the lecture completely escapes me.
Dan thinks it’s pretty funny. He claims to remember it vividly—something about some experiment in Appalachia. But then, he was Anthro-Soc, and into all that stuff, and he wasn’t the one looking at the lacy, red panties on the boy in front of him. I was Poli-Sci, taking the class because it fit into my schedule, and I couldn’t think about anything other than the boy in front of me at that point.
I followed him out of the lecture hall at the end of class, took his arm and asked if he wanted to have lunch. Back then, I knew what turned me on
but was still learning how to go about getting it. I just went for it with Dan, knowing I couldn’t let him get away. And we’ve been together ever since.
What does Dan like?
Dan likes exhibitionism. He likes humiliation, at least when it comes from me. He likes the danger of exposure, of being found out.
What do I like?
I like giving Dan what he likes. And I’ve been giving it to him ever since I stuck my hand down the back of his pants on the way to the cafeteria and ran my finger under the lace of his thong’s waistband. Ooh, just thinking of that first experience with him gets me wet.
From that first day, after class, we were inseparable. We got an apartment together after graduation and played a lot of sexy games. We found some like-minded people and kept expanding our sexual horizons. We got married. We finished grad school, got jobs, bought a better apartment, had a couple of brilliant, beautiful kids, bought a house—just like everybody else—and continued to expand our horizons.
So, party? Absolutely. Two parties? Definitely. The first party would be for family and work friends. Dinner and presents, finishing up early, in time for the other party.
The second party would be with our favorite “expanded horizon” friends. There’d be presents and cake and champagne—and games.
It would be a surprise, all of it. I’d never given Dan a surprise party, and I figured it would be fun. It was all coming together in my mind. He’d be surprised by the family party and then wouldn’t be expecting anything else, so the second party would be an even bigger surprise.
I spoke with his mother and she helped me plan the family party. I asked that it start at five-thirty, saying we had concert tickets for later. She was fine with that. We organized a great dinner and invited a mix of family and friends, a couple of whom would also be joining us for the second party.
We booked one of our favorite family-style Italian restaurants, the kind of place that had long tables, brought the food on large platters to pass around and served the wine in juice glasses. Home-style, savory goodness.
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