by Cyan
Copyright 1996 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
Maybe I have a dirty mind.
As Jeannie led me toward her kitchen, the snatches of conversation I heard included the phrase "borrow your husband". Certainly, such a phrase could be used in a perfectly innocent context.
I didn't really know Jeannie or her friends: I had just moved into the complex and Jeannie was right across the hall. She was young and, well, I'd describe her as "energetic". In fact, that about described everyone I'd run across in the building.
But she was nice: she'd come over when I was moving in and introduced herself and told me to come over any time. And that night she'd brought over a pie (store-bought, but I certainly appreciated the gesture) and insisted that I knock on her door on the following Saturday when I had some free time, saying she'd introduce me around.
I did hate to put her out, but she had been so definite about it that I was almost afraid to defy her. Now, here I was: apparently so were some friends of hers, but they might well be the neighbors to whom she planned to introduce me.
Conversation stopped dead when we both appeared in the kitchen door. I found myself looking at two more Jeannies: all three of them were young, skinny, with long hair, blonde to a greater or lesser degree, and I could tell by looking at them that they were more active on their laziest day than I ever felt at my age.
"This is Karen and Tommie," said Jeannie. My mind briefly contemplated the name "Tommie" for a woman. They smiled as Jeannie introduced me, saying their greetings and soon I found myself sitting with them.
"Tommie lives next door to you," Jeannie said, pouring me a cup of coffee. I looked at the two: they had not resumed their conversation, and I had the slightly-unnerving feeling that I had indeed interrupted something weird.
"You probably heard us," said Karen, confirming they were uncomfortable about whatever it was. Tommie responded with a little nervous laugh. I didn't know what to say, but I'm sure I gave her a questioning look. Jeannie was doing something on the other side of the kitchen. Finally Karen said: "Are you... dating?"
"Not nearly enough," I said, feeling despite the personal nature of the question that I was now on territory that I could handle.
"Anyone special?" They both looked really interested. Jeannie had returned and sat and she looked interested too.
I must have looked a little nervous, mulling over how I'd answer that. "That would be wishful thinking," I finally said. That was probably an exaggeration: I hadn't precisely dated Bill. They all gave me sympathetic looks as fi they recalled being in such positions. I suddenly felt the irony: these three young married women; here I was pushing fifty, no prospect in sight.
"What's he like?" asked Tommie. I had thought she'd drop it, and was a little surprised that she was continuing the topic. I thought about how to describe Bill. "Is he good looking?" she prompted.
"Yes, I'd say so."
"Built?"
Built! I wasn't certain I'd describe Bill like that, but then I don't think I went around talking like that too much! "Not bad," I finally said, feeling as if I'd wormed my way out of a corner.
"Is he... cooperative?" said Tommie. Cooperative? Did she mean does he cooperate by asking me out? But she probably thought we did go out as I'd led them to believe: I wondered what she was driving at. She went on, evidently sensing my confusion. "Would you describe him as passive? Submissive?"
I stared at her. And looked at Jeannie. She looked concerned too, but then said with a grin: "I think you're scaring her, Tommie."
"You probably heard us talking when you walked in," said Karen. I thought back to the snatches of conversation I heard, and recalled my reaction. "We like to... husband swap."
Husband swap? I'm sure my mouth hung open. Tommie was hiding a grin behind her fingers. Karen was looking at me closely--to gauge my reaction? I looked at Jeannie. "Now you've shocked her," she said.
"I'm sorry," said Karen, looking not sorry at all. "We just like new blood now and then, you know?"
"You swap... husbands?" I said, unable to come up with more than the most inane reaction.
"Just, well, loan them to each other," answered Karen. "It keeps things interesting."
Well, that was one way to put it. Here I was, the one without a husband, and they were giving theirs away, sort of. And what kind of people had I run into here? Karen laughed: "You should see your face," she said, "You are an innocent!"
An innocent? Me? Maybe I was. "No!" I said, reflexively, though I'll bet my mouth was still hanging open.
Karen giggled at my denial, and looked at me. "Want to see one?" she said, her voice suddenly sounding like she was sharing a secret.
I didn't understand what she was saying at all. "See what?"
"Come," she said, taking my hand. She pulled, and I found myself standing up, and following her out the door. The other two followed behind me. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out what was going on. This all made no sense at all. I wondered briefly if it were some sort of elaborate joke on the newcomer.
We walked out of the apartment and down the hall several doors. Then she unlocked a door and pulled me in.
A man was standing in the middle of the living room. Naked! Jeannie and Tommie had pulled the door shut behind us. Karen just stood there, in front of me, next to the man, grinning at me.
"I have to go," I said, feeling a lump in my throat, and turned to leave, but Jeannie and Tommie took my wrists. They didn't hold tightly or anything, but I guess I felt it would be weird pulling away from them, or I felt like they were in position to start holding my tightly if I tried to bolt. I gave Jeannie a pleading look. She just smiled at me, an encouraging smile.
"Don't worry," she said. I somehow felt defeated, and didn't pull away.
The man was facing away from us: what I saw was his back and his butt and the back of his legs. Something was around his head--Jeannie pulled me forward until I was beside him: he was blindfolded. And his penis: part of the time I tried not to look, but I found myself glancing. It was right there. He wore a walkman, which seemed so incongruous, him being otherwise naked other than the blindfold. It was strapped over his shoulder. I heard the tiny sound of music from the earphones in his ear. I still couldn't believe I was here in this room.
"What do you think?" said Jeannie. I glanced at Tommie who, like the other two, was grinning at me.
"Is he...?" I'm not even sure what I was going to ask.
"He's Ken. He's Brenda's husband, down the hall. Pretty, isn't he?" said Karen. "Don't worry: he can't make out what we're saying."
"What are you doing?" I managed to blurt. I don't know specifically what I was asking about: just that I didn't know what this all was about.
"Oh, he's mine for the day," said Karen. "And Brenda has my Lenny."
"Karen likes keeping 'em like this," Jeannie said, indicating the man's situation. Karen, meanwhile, had started touching the man's penis, first lightly on top, then under the bottom. I stared as it started to grow and rise. She looked up at me, and smiling, pulled her hand away to leave it there, half risen. Next she had her hand on his butt, squeezing one cheek.
"You like this?" she asked. I just stared. This was beyond anything I had imagined: a man just standing there, letting a woman do this. "You want to check it out?" she asked. Jeannie pulled me over closer, and started pushing my hand toward his butt.
"No," I said, hoarsely, resisting. She stopped pressing me.
"Oh, come on, just give it a squeeze," said Karen grinning, still demonstrating as she talked. When I didn't answer, we were all silent for a second. Suddenly she walked away to the side of the room, then was coming back. "I like to see them flex those muscles," she said. She was holding a leather belt.
Suddenly she whipped his rear with it. He stepped forward, letting out a little stifled sound, but then resumed his position a couple feet in front of where he'd been. She did it again, and this time he just stood there, not a sound coming from him. "See the way he tightens his ass?" she said. I stared: he was indeed flexing the muscles in his butt and his thigh. She smacked him again a couple of more times quickly, and he still just stood there. "You want to try?" she said. "There's nothing like having a former self-described macho-stud ready to take anything you want to give him."
Jeannie laughed a little, and said: "You should see your face! I'll bet you like romance. Don't worry, Ken'll pick you up and carry you into the bedroom and, well, he can be so gentle, yet..."
"Frenzied?" said Karen. "Yes, Ken's a find: great with his tongue, too. You like men's tongues?"
Tommie laughed and said: "Karen does: that's probably why she likes to swap her Lenny for Ken. Brenda's probably over there, lowering herself on Lenny's stiff cock. Lenny has his talents too." The others laughed.
"Well?" said Karen. "You could try it now." She was talking about his tongue!
"Oh, don't tease her," said Jeannie, "I don't think Lisa's as aggressive as you two."
"Are you more passive?" asked Tommie. "A little submissive, maybe?"
"Now don't start that," said Karen. She gave Tommie a look and I wondered what she was talking about.
"No: maybe Lisa..." started Tommie.
"Don't listen to her," said Jeannie to me, seeming to cut off Tommie deliberately. "So," she said, leaning closer and speaking lower: "what do you think of this?"
"I... this is a lot to take in," I said, stumbling over my words.
Jeannie giggled again, then pressed my hand toward Ken's butt again. "Go ahead, feel it," she said. I found my hand on his rear. "Squeeze," she added, and I found myself squeezing his cheek, just a little.
"You do like butts," she said brightly, embarrassing me again. "And Ken's isn't the only nice one."
"Yeah, you've got to see Brad," said Karen.
"Lenny's not bad either," said Jeannie.
"But Brad doesn't have Ken's discipline yet," said Tommie.
"He's fine," said Karen. "Knows his place."
"But he can't take the belt yet like Ken," responded Tommie.
"I'm sure you'll correct him of that," said Karen, and they all laughed. I found myself laughing too, but nervously. "But what you really want to see is a cock in that cute butt."
I'm sure my mouth was hanging open again. "You're shocking her again," said Jeannie.
"She'll get over her shock when she sees it: these macho studs showing us how they can take it," said Karen.
"He has sex with men?" I asked, staring at Ken.
"Oh, he hasn't taken it yet, has he Karen?" said Tommie. "Tomorrow night's his first night. He has no idea."
"Oh, but he's fucked men," said Karen.
"But he didn't know it," said Tommie. "Some of the girls like getting it like that..."
"Like when you..." started Karen.
But Tommie cut her off: "Just with Brad that one time: I was feeling wild that night". Then she spoke to me again: "A couple of the girls have let Ken do them that way while he was blindfolded, and he has no idea he also did Brad a few times." She giggled briefly. "But we have the tape, don't we?"
They all giggled. "You'll want to watch Ken losing his virginity," said Karen. "All the girls will be here for that."
I tried to imagine this man allowing that. Here he was, standing in the middle of this room, certainly knowing there were women around him. "Oh, he might not like the idea," said Tommie as if she'd read my thoughts. "But he won't have any choice: we know to restrain and gag them the first few times."
"Yeah, but it only takes a few times until he finds out he likes it: they always do," said Karen.
Tommie laughed: "When you see their cocks start to get hard when you get them ready to take it, you know they no longer need the... convincing." They all laughed again.
When the laughter died down, no one spoke right away. Karen was casually touching Ken's penis again, and it was getting even harder than before.
"Who all... does this?" I asked. I couldn't believe I was asking questions. Or even still standing here.
"Oh, basically the whole building," said Karen.
"Yeah, we were disappointed that you weren't married," said Jeannie.
"But not Tommie, right?" said Karen. Tommie gave her a dirty look, then Karen went on: "All things equal, we'd like to keep the ratios right. But we do have a couple of extra men right now. And there's Susan."
Susan? Ratios? Jeannie, who seemed to sense that they were confusing me, said: "Susan is the sister of one of the husbands. He stupidly told her about us, which is definitely against the rules. We had to take steps."
"Fortunately, she seems to share her brother's submissiveness, and some of the girls like a little lesbian twist now and then. Right Tommie?" said Karen. Tommie glared at her briefly, but then grinned. Karen continued: "Tommie had a lot of fun helping get her used to the idea, but now she's as disciplined as Ken here." As if to make her point, she whipped Ken again. He took a tiny step. I could just feel that the more surprised he was, the less likely he was to be able to take it without showing something.
"I think you've shocked her enough for one day," said Jeannie. "Let's go," she said more quietly to me and drew me back toward the door. The other two stayed.
Jeannie accompanied me back to my apartment and came in with me.
"How can he stand that?"
"Oh, he gets his rewards," said Jeannie. "I'll bet Karen is going down on him right now as we speak."
"She is?" I said, a silly reflex.
"Oh, she loves doing that to them: while they're standing like that, blindfolded. Listen: don't worry about Tommie. She... I'll get her to lay off you."
That only confused me more. That evening there was a knock on my door. It was Tommie.
"Yes?" I asked, motioning her in, but feeling a little funny about it. She was wearing a black skirt and tank top and she carried a little bag.
"We're going to try something," she said. She opened the bag and started pulling things out. I stared: there were handcuffs, a walkman, a strip of cloth, something else. She held it up and showed me.
"A gag," she said. "Here: try it on." She approached me with it.
"Listen, Tommie..." I said, backing away.
"Oh, don't be scared," she said, still approaching me. "Only if you like it. But you have to try it to find that out." I found myself backed to a wall. She fastened the thing around my head. I didn't lift up a hand to stop her. Somehow I was too nervous to do anything.
"Oh, very good," she said, smiling as she watched me stand there, my back to the wall, the gag in my mouth. "Jeannie's going to be so glad. Oh, yeah: she has the hots for you! I'll bet she's thinking about you right now. While my Carl is licking between her legs."
I stood there while she returned to the bag. "You will like it," she said. "Your type only has to be coerced a couple of times: then they realize. Soon you'll be begging for this." Out of the bag, she pulled a little whip.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.