Sharing is Caring™
“Come here,” I say. “I want to show you something.”
Up to that point, it’s been a quiet evening—ESPN, the sofa, the three of us chatting about kids, pets, sports. A typical Saturday night in suburbia, each of us with a gently sweating beer under the rapid whir of the ceiling fan.
I stand and extend a hand. You rise and take it. “Close your eyes,” I murmur; as you do, I take your hand and spin you around a few times, muddying your sense of direction, then I take your elbow and lead you to the guest bedroom. As I guide you down the hall, I notice your lips parting slightly. You’re breathing a bit faster, almost as if you know what we have planned.
I lead you to the middle of the room, where—unseen by you—there’s a folding massage table, a lucky find at the thrift store. Gently I move you over towards it and turn you so the backs of your thighs touch the table; with a hand on your shoulder, I press gently so that you sit down. You pivot and stretch out along the length of the table, relaxing and happily accepting the notion of getting a relaxing massage… right up until I grab the thick leather belt I use for powerlifting, wrap it around your midsection, and secure you to the table.
“Wha…” you splutter, opening your eyes. You only catch a quick glimpse of the room before I slip a blindfold over your head. As you raise your hands to take it off, I step to the head of the table, intercept your hands, and fasten them to the table corners using the Velcro straps I’d epoxied on. Your breath is definitely coming a little faster now; you’re pushing your hips against the belt to try to make some space to wriggle free, but 3/4” leather and a big steel buckle are keeping you firmly in place. Stepping to the bottom of the table, I repeat the same treatment with each slender ankle, fastening them securely.
Your chest heaves a little as you test each bond, but I know my stuff; you’re not going anywhere. Now that you’re in position, I unbuckle the belt and toss it aside. I lean over to whisper in your ear.
“J and I worked this out. You’re mine for tonight. I can do whatever I like. He’ll only do what you tell him to. But it has to be verbal. Do you understand?” You nod. I whisper again “Then whenever you like, you can ask him to come in.”
While you’re thinking that over, you feel the hem of your sundress sliding up over your thighs, then your hips, until it’s rucked at your waist. You shiver a little, knowing that I’m looking at you. You hear a click, then a gentle hum, then the crackle of Velcro.. and then a sudden thrill of pleasure washes through your body as the wand vibrator I’ve just strapped to the table brushes against your clit. I haven’t bothered to take off your panties, so you can feel the thin soft material against you as the vibe buzzes steadily.
I lean over towards you again. “I’ve set this on low,” I murmur. “You can move towards it but you can’t get away from it.” Out of the corner of my eye I see a subtle shift in your hips as you test my statement. Sure enough, you can lessen its contact with you but not eliminate it. Then I see you relax your hips in the opposite direction, and you sigh as the vibe presses more firmly against you. “You can come in now,” you call out, and J does, his eyes widening slightly as he sees you restrained on the table and gently rocking against the insistent vibrations.
I stand there, watching you gently rock against the buzzing vibrator, curious to see what you do next. This is unexplored territory, or so I think…
I don’t have to wait long. “J? Take my bra off,” you instruct firmly. He does as he’s told. Your nipples are stiff against the fabric as he undoes the clasp and lets your breasts fall free. I half-expect him to keep his hands there, but you didn’t tell him to, so he doesn’t… so I step over and seize each nipple between thumb and forefinger, giving each of them a firm pinch and causing you to gasp a little in surprise. “With that blindfold on you don’t know what to expect, do you?” I chuckle.
I stand there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your nipples in my hands and the sight of you slowly grinding against the vibrator. You’re breathing a little harder now, and there’s a slight flush spreading across your chest as your arousal builds. “Play with my nipples,” you whisper, and I step aside as J begins to expertly tease your hard nipples. He obviously knows what he’s doing because a quiet moan escapes your lips as he touches you. I lean down to whisper in your ear, brushing my thumb slowly along your lower lip as I do. “Right now you only get two hands on you at a time, but soon it will be four. We’re going to share you,” I murmur. You’re breathing faster now so I decide that it’s a good time to be a little more aggressive.
With a quick riiiipp I pull the wand away from where it was fastened. J keeps pinching and stroking your nipples as I grab a pair of blunt-nosed scissors and snip the thin material of your panties so they fall away from your firm thighs. As soon as your panties are out of the way, I slip two fingers inside you, very slowly. As I slide them in, I curl them up and rub, looking for your G spot. It’s obvious when I first brush against it—you quickly suck in your breath. I start off slowly at first, pressing my fingers up and rubbing steadily. Every once in a while I quickly brush the vibrator against your clit, lightly and only for a few seconds. It doesn’t take long before I lose patience with teasing you and start moving my hand faster, and with shorter breaks between visits by the vibrator. You’re moving your hips up to meet my fingers, and your breath is coming faster now. I press the vibrator firmly against your clit, rolling it a little from side to side, as I lean over and begin to whisper in your ear. “He’s watching you, you know. He can see how turned on you’re getting. He’s going to watch you cum, while you’re tied up. You should see how hard his cock looks…” As I continue talking to you, your hips move faster and faster. J’s rhythmic pinching of your nipples and my hands send you over the edge—you suddenly blurt out “oh, baby, he’s making me cum” as your orgasm overtakes you. Hips thrust up as every muscle in your body tenses, shakes, and then releases. You shiver a bit as the two of us begin to run our hands all over your body, from crown to sole, stroking gently as you relax and your breathing slows.
You lay there collecting yourself, your eyes mostly closed. I step to the head of the table, duck down, and swap the two restraint straps so they’re crossed over, then step to the foot of the table and do the same thing. Gently I take your forearm and move it so you start to roll onto your side; you take the hint and roll onto your stomach, giving us a lovely view of the long curve of your back and your fantastic ass. With a light smack on your ass, I say firmly “Puppy pose,” and I hear you stifle a giggle as you draw your knees and elbows up under you. I walk around, taking a good look at you and trailing a hand over your body, starting with an ankle and going up your leg, then thigh, then over your ass and back. My walk has taken me back to the foot of the table. “Come lick my nipples, J,” you murmur, and he moves to the head of the table and scoots around so his torso is under you. Even though your hands are still fastened, there’s enough room for you to reach his cock, but I see that you don’t. You sigh with pleasure as he begins to tease first one nipple and then the other with his soft tongue. I can’t see exactly what he’s doing because I’m busy grabbing the bottle of Astroglide beneath the table and popping its cap open, the faint snap alerting you that something’s going on back where you can’t see it.
I drizzle a generous blob of lube into my hand and rub it slowly across your pussy, being sure to stroke the full length of my fingers against your clit. I ease two fingers inside you but I don’t really need the lube; you’re already soaked. After a few gentle strokes, I take my slick hand and rub it up and down the length of my cock until it glistens with a mixture of lube and your natural juices, then I step behind you and nestle the head of my cock lightly against you. I pause there for a moment, savoring the faint contact and anticipating how good it’s about to feel, but you beat me to it. Before I can enjoy it it for too long, you blurt out “Help him!” and I gasp as his hands grasp your hips from underneath and push you back, sinking my cock deep into you until I tremble.
I slowly draw my hips back, gradually withdrawing, only to have him shove your hips back into me again, rougher this time. I take the hint. Instead of the slow, easy strokes I was going to start with, I move to a quicker cadence of longer, deeper strokes. “Yessss,” I hear you exhale, but it’s a little muffled because your head’s resting on J’s belly. A few more strokes and you lift your head up, raising up a bit more onto your forearms. “Get it from your pocket,” you tell J. “Give it to me—I want you to tease me while he’s fucking me.” I see J dip a hand into his sweatpants and pull out a small silver bullet vibe. His hand vanishes under your body, but I can tell the exact moment when he switches it on and touches your clit with it because your entire body suddenly and momentarily tenses, only to relax a bit and then tense again. Even though I can’t see it, I know he’s teasing you with the bullet, and soon he and I reach a comfortable rhythm so that he’s moving the bullet on your clit each time I thrust into you and moving it away each time I pull my hips back. I wrap both my hands around your hips so I can hold you where I want you as I slam my cock into you. I can feel your inner thighs begin to quiver and I figure it won’t be long before you cum, so naturally… I slow down.
“Ahhhh,” you moan. “That cock feels soooo good, J. Keep teasing me. I’m going to cum all over his cock if you do.” I pick up the pace a little more; I can tell that J is keeping the bullet more or less steady on your clit, obviously searching for exactly the right spot to get you off. “Oh, fuck,” you purr. “Give it to me, J. Make me cum on that cock.” I fuck you harder, squeezing your hips against me. “Ohhhhhhhh,” you sigh, your voice rising as you get closer. I hear the pitch of the bullet shift upward abruptly and you jerk upwards on all fours, arching your back as you start to cum. I can feel your pussy squeezing me as you breathlessly buck back, until you collapse with a guttural growl onto J’s belly. I can feel you quivering around me in the sudden silence as J clicks the bullet off.
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