by Cyan
Copyright 1996 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
Damn!
I could picture it: right on the table by the front door. I'd been so busy lately: Brenner and his damn deadline, then attempting to hurry home in that traffic, throwing together the pie, changing...
Now it was rush back home again. If only Len had noticed that I was walking out without it.
"Something wrong?" asked Denise. My face must have shown all.
"I... forgot the dessert."
"Oh, don't worry about it."
Don't worry about it. The dessert sitting there on the front table. Len hadn't noticed: he couldn't miss his precious News. What we he do after that? Any chance he'd notice it sitting there? He'd probably be watching Baywatch or something.
"Honey, I forgot the dessert." I'd found the phone.
"Oh, that's too bad."
"Could you be a sweetie and bring it over?"
"Uh..., oh, sure. You sure they want me there?" He well knew it was just us girls for the night. Gossip and a video: something we'd be crying over.
"You're just going to drop it off. Thanks, dear: I'll owe ya," I said. After that I could sit, mostly relieved. Once that pie was in my hands again and Len was gone, I'd be able to really relax.
I tried to converse, but the forgotten dessert was too much on my mind. Denise and Monica, a friend of hers, were talking, but their attempts to include me in the conversation failed. "I think your husband's here," said Denise, eventually. Listening closely, I heard a car door slam: I momentarily wondered at her senses. The doorbell came a moment later.
"Oh, look who's here," said Susan as she opened the door. She took the pie out of Len's hands and handed it to a couple of the others.
"The stripper's here," said someone else and I heard a bit of giggling above the din of conversation. Good joke, I said to myself, thinking we were perhaps getting a little rowdy.
"Show us your stuff," said Denise, apparently amused. I laughed a little. She walked over to him, "Come on boy, shy?"
He probably was: I suppose it was overwhelming to be surrounded by women obviously on the way to becoming raucous. "Thanks, Hon," I said, stretching to kiss his cheek. "See you later."
"Oh, at least give him a drink," said Susan, looking around. Len staying for a drink?
"Here," Denise said, handing him her own drink! "Have a swallow." He looked a bit embarrassed, but took a swallow and Denise took it back. But when he turned to leave, Susan was standing between him and the front door. Which was closed.
"No, no," she said, a little smile on her face. "You've come here, and we want to be entertained."
Len stared at her, then looked over at me, obviously wondering what to do. "Time for him to go," I said in a voice that I hoped implied it was he who had overstayed his welcome.
"Oh, no," said Denise. At the moment, I could kill these two. Others were watching. "After you show us your chest."
"Yea, show us your stuff," added Susan. Others were joining in the chorus. This was making me more nervous. He looked over my way again. I was stuck. I gave a little shrug.
Someone gave him a drink and he took another swallow. Then he pulled off his tee-shirt. I heard some mmms and some not bads. "OK, let's see," added Susan, "Turn and show us."
He turned slowly, posing a little, and the girls clapped and hooted.
"OK, let's get the pants down," said Denise.
"Hey!" I said quickly before thinking.
"Oh, we just want to see if he's wearing boxers or briefs," said Susan and she smiled again.
"It'll just take a second," chimed in Denise. And she was quickly in front of him, unsnapping his jeans!
"Don't worry," said Susan to me quietly: she'd slipped over to my side. The jeans were quickly around his ankles and everyone was hooting again. He was really indecent in those briefs. Denise said something quietly to him and he stepped out of the jeans, kicking off his sneakers in the process.
There I was, the girls all around gawking at my husband who was wearing nothing but briefs. Well, and socks. "He looks all right," came a comment from next to me. I glanced up: it was Monica. The others were all making similar comments and a lot of them were giving me sly looks. How could this have happened? It was almost one of those dreams, the way it all just wouldn't stop...
The girls were all standing back from Len, but one of them brought him another drink, putting it in his hand. While he took a sip, she briefly pulled on his waist-band making a show of peeking down inside! She walked away then, but made a show of signalling "OK" to me!
"Well, that's no fair," said Denise, approaching him again. "Drink," she said. He glanced at me, miserable. At least part of him was miserable, but I wondered whether all of him was. While he sipped, Denise abruptly pulled his briefs down around his ankles. The whole place erupted in cheers and clapping.
I stared. His penis was just a little hard. Comments flew about how he liked this. Monica jumped right in front of him and started bumping and grinding, running her hands up her body, over the front of her blouse. He stared vacantly at her for a second, then looked at me with a pleading look. As she did it, I noticed her glance down at him. More than once.
"Show us how it works!" came a cry, and that was picked up by a bunch of them, demanding a "show".
"Yeah, you've got hands," added Susan, next to me. He just stood there, looking uneasy.
"Not on Susan's carpet," said Denise above the noise, but the comments continued. A couple of them grabbed his arms and soon a whole group was pulling and pushing him along. I stared in amazement, then ended up following them. And found myself in Susan's bedroom!
"I don't think a man's supposed to be here tonight," said Denise. She said some more, to him, but I couldn't hear. But I could see: they pushed him down onto his knees.
Denise managed to quiet everyone. Two of them were still holding his wrists: one was deliberately pressing his hand against her own stomach. "OK," said Denise to the quiet room. "A man is here on our night!" A murmur arose, but she motioned everyone to keep it down. "He really ought to pay!" she added, and all was commotion again. Handkerchiefs and ties had appeared from somewhere, and they started blindfolding him and gagging him! They had a handkerchief tied snugly around each wrist and soon had them tied together! In a minute, he was on the bed, face down, his ankles similarly tied.
"If he's going to crash our party, he's got to become a real woman!" she announced. Susan had something in her hand. It was a dildo with a harness on it! While she explained that it was a gag gift, Denise took it from her. Then Denise was trying to put it on! She soon gave up, then pulled off her own pants! She put it on again over her underpants and others buckled it up before she had the chance. She looked at me for a couple of seconds. I stared: Denise standing there in her underpants, that thing hanging in front of her!
Someone had vaseline, or something. I was getting grins left and right. I stared. I should have been stopping this! I was too shocked or something. She turned back to Len. They were smearing the lubricant all over the dildo and some were pushing it into his rear! Had I somehow indicated this was acceptable? They managed to get him on his knees, his head still down on the bed.
Denise got on the bed, up on her knees straddling his feet. She grabbed his hips with one hand and guided the dildo. Then she grabbed both hips, obviously pressing a bit. "Come on, relax! You know you want it," she said. Someone dragged me over to the side of the room and I found myself with a clear view of his penis: it was definitely hard!
"Come on, you know you've got to do this," added Denise. "That's my baby," she finally added and I saw a little movement, bringing her body just a tiny bit closer to his rear! She still knelt there, then I saw movement again. He was definitely rock-hard. Suddenly she slapped one of his cheeks. "Good boy," she said, smiling. She slowly pressed closer and closer until she was against him. The place broke up in whoops.
"You like this, do you?" came Denise's voice again when it died down. She was doing it to him for real now, sliding it in and out. She looked over at me, smiling. "Paula give it to you like this?"
I could have died. My hand flew over my mouth. She slapped his rear again: it must have stung. "Nice, nice, you're a nice fuck," she said. The word jolted me, discomposed though I already was. She started doing it harder, and then slowed down, playing a little at faking an orgasm. "Oh, you come over for that any time," she said breathlessly, obviously having fun. Then she pulled out.
The next thing I knew, there was another slap: she had a belt in her hand and she'd whacked him on the rear. "Hey," I said, objecting, but rather weakly. I heard a little of Len's muffled voice through the gag.
"Look at his cock," said Monica who was next to me. It was definitely still hard. Denise was whacking him over and over again, and it seemed like he was harder with each whack. She finally stopped and peeked around underneath him to see for herself.
"He's got interesting interests," she said, looking at me. She gave him a couple of more whacks. "That ought to be enough," she said, finally retreating.
Susan was looking at his penis too. "I think he needs some relief," she said, looking at me. She made a little motion with her hand as if she were bringing a guy off with it. Someone had gotten a towel and put it underneath him where his penis was pointing. The whole room broke out with comments and "encouragement" and all eyes were on me.
I stared. How was I going to get out of this? He was definitely hard. It was obvious they were now expecting me to masturbate him right there in front of them! How could this happen? Could I possibly do such a thing?
I found my strength. "Everybody out!" I said, finally finding my voice. I said it again over the din and some left. I looked at Denise and she looked back at me and smiled. Then she made a show of leaving and the rest seemed to begrudgingly follow her. The last one pulled the door shut.
I stared at Len, still like that on the bed. The dildo was lying on the floor. I got on the bed and rolled him over on his back. His penis stuck straight up, hard as a rock. I locked the door. I slipped off my pants and underpants, both at once, straddled him, and after a second of positioning myself dropped down on his penis. I was so ready.
Boy were they laughing and cheering us as we quickly sped from that bedroom out the front door. The motor was still running. All the way home, I just sat in the car saying nothing, my hands to myself, but once inside our front door, I was all over him, my arms around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist as he stood there. What an incredible night!
Yes, I gave them the report they demanded: Monica and Denise and I were at lunch a week later.
"So, you'd never done anything like that before," said Denise, obviously about the goings on at Susan's, apparently satisfied with my report of Len's and my later more mundane activities.
"Obviously not," said Monica: I assume I wasn't hard to read.
"So have you two tried any of that since?" asked Denise.
I thought of our meager attempt with the belt: I just couldn't let myself go like Denise did and it was obvious that the play-taps that I managed weren't the same to Len. I looked at their faces, realizing that they now knew something was up. They soon had it out of me.
"So you don't have the, well, guts to give it to him the way Denise did," said Monica.
"I suppose not," I replied.
She didn't answer and Denise didn't say anything either for a moment. Then it was like someone had pushed a button and Denise had come alive again: "What you need is some help!"
I digested this. What did she mean? "Oh, no!" I finally said. "Once was enough!"
They were leaving money on the table. "Come on," said Monica and I found myself following them out, missing out on the coffee we'd just asked for. Denise had brought me and I found myself wondering how I was going to stop this as I stood by her car in indecision.
"Come on, get in," she prodded.
In the car, I tried to choose my words: "Denise, we can't..."
"Don't you worry about it," she shot back. That's the only answer I got out of her the whole way. She was out of the car with me as soon as we pulled in the driveway and was over talking to Len who'd been doing something in the garage.
"Come on in," she was saying as I approached. She wasn't being shy, and gave his rear a pat right out there in the open! "Come on," she repeated, pulling on his arm towards the door into the house. Len held his ground, looking at me in confusion.
"Denise, please don't," I said.
"Both of you come: you know you want this," she insisted. I rushed over and tried to pull her hand off Len's wrist. Suddenly she had mine and was pulling me in instead. I was so surprised I was in the house before I caught myself. Len followed us in!
And we ended up in the bedroom. I'd have felt like a fool trying to fight her off or something. "Get undressed," she said to Len immediately. He looked at me, confused. I could tell he didn't want to start telling off one of my friends.
Denise seemed to take it all in. "Tell him to go ahead," she said to me, approaching me. Then she said quietly so he couldn't hear: "You know he loves it harder. I'll get him excited like that again for you... you two'll love it."
Then she was back next to Len again. They both looked at me, waiting. She managed to get behind him. I didn't say anything. I just stared.
She pushed him. I hadn't indicated anything: at least I don't think I had. She pushed him on the bed, face down, and was busy pulling down his shorts. "Get some scarves or something," she said to me. I just stared. He was on the bed face down, his pants and underpants off. Denise suddenly started searching drawers, coming up with clothes of various kinds: scarves, and also some old tee-shirts.
She had him tied again, in the same position as at Susan's, blindfolded and gagged. She'd found a belt and was trying it in her hand. She let him have it with a slap. He jerked. His penis was getting hard.
Monica and Susan burst into the room. Susan had the dildo. As I stood there watching, Monica took over the whipping and Denise slipped off her shorts and put the dildo on again, over her underpants. In a minute she had it in him: it didn't take her long to get it all the way in this time.
Monica had looped the belt and was touching the loop to his penis. It was so hard. Denise was out of him again and Monica and Susan had rolled him onto his back.
"OK, he's all yours," said Denise in a low voice. She'd come over to me, that thing still hanging from her. "Come on, get your skirt off! This time we're going to watch."
I stood there. His penis was sticking in the air, as hard as it had been that other night. After a few seconds of just standing, Denise started undoing my skirt. Monica was getting undressed. "You know you want him," said Denise. She abruptly pulled down my underpants. "You liked watching that, didn't you?" she went on.
Susan had come over as I stood there staring at Len. "This stuff turns you on?" she asked. "Would you like to be like that, yourself?" She and Denise seemed to understand each other perfectly. Denise's hand went on my rear cheek. Susan had some scarves. Monica, touching her own breast with one hand, was lowering herself on Len's penis.
Cyan Stories
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