by Cyan
Copyright 1998 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
She grinned. I couldn't believe the way she grinned when she brought it out to show me.
A strap-on.
It was her birthday and she was grinning from ear to ear. "Gonna please me on my birthday?" she asked, lascivious. What was I to say? Certainly it isn't what you expect your wife to come up with, particularly if you've already celebrated five of her past birthdays, with nothing wilder than a birthday cake and a night of romantic passion.
Well, Celia's been good to me, I guess that's all I can say. That's what I told myself as she applied the lubricant, as I lay over the side of the bed, naked, putting my person in her hands.
I got hard. I wasn't sure I would, but certainly the wildness of it all must have gotten to me, my own wife taking me. She hadn't undressed completely, just removed her shoes and jeans, still wearing silk top and underpants. I looked back to watch her, but it craned my neck, and I gave up soon. She was gentle, introducing me to the concept in small steps, giving me time to adjust.
She laughed, grinned and laughed at what she was doing to me. And I was hard. Inside me to the hilt, she reached around me to check: there was no hiding it. And she laughed, her musical voice telling me I was hers, hers to play with, her plaything for the night. She's been good to me.
"Don't move," she said as she withdrew. "Don't look," she added when I turned my head to see what she was up to. Could this be me, over the side of the bed, awaiting this woman's pleasure? I felt her draw close again. And her hands touched the sides of my head, then my eyes were covered.
Covered by some cloth, blindfolded! "Don't move!" she repeated and I realized I'd been involuntarily reaching for my face. Then I felt her take my wrist and pull it behind me. And my other one.
And then they were latched together. "Celia!" I said without thinking.
"Shh! Trust me!"
Blindfolded and bound. And I felt her toy again at my anus. "Relax," she said. She wanted me to take it again. I really didn't have many options, being bound as I was. I did my best. After all, it was her birthday. "Now don't talk," she said.
She took it slow. Long, slow strokes. Twice, she reached around and felt me: yes, I was very hard. I heard the "mmm" of her voice, as if she were immensely satisfied. Satisfied by taking me? By such an act?
Finally she withdrew. I heard her movement. "Shh! Don't talk," she said as if anticipating my reaction. More movement, then it was there again: demanding my compliance.
And more: again it took me, again with long, slow strokes. She said nothing but I heard traces of her voice, and her breathing. And movement. And after a while, she withdrew again. And soon entered me again. We hadn't spoken, and I can only assume she wanted me to continue, simply to take it.
And again, after more slow strokes, she withdrew. And I heard more movement. "Don't move," came her voice again, "and stay quiet. This will hurt a little."
Pain suddenly seared through my rear and a smack registered. I'm afraid my voice broke through at the shock, but I quickly stifled it. She giggled quietly then immediately shut up. I was whipped again, with a belt or something. Celia whipping me! I found the whole idea unbelievable. "Good, now stay quiet," she said. I heard broken breathing: was she really getting off on this that much? Then another giggle. Something was wrong. The blows continued, then stopped. Then they started again. But something was bothering me. More giggling. I sensed more movement. The blows paused again, then started. Then her hand: her bare hand on my rear, a bare-handed spanking, not so slow any more.
* * *
It bothered me all night, long after she'd finally untied me. It was the next day I finally said something: "Honey: you weren't alone last night, were you?"
She looked at me sharply and with just a little hesitation she said "You can't have forgotten our little night together, can you?"
"You know what I mean."
Oh, it was obvious. By then, she was looking evasive and she didn't answer. I knew it had to have been her friends she was so tight with, but I was definitely astounded. And the confirmation of my fears definitely increased my embarrassment about the whole thing. I finally went on: "How could you do that? Have them have your husband?"
"It wasn't real sex you know: it was just a thing they pushed into you." She definitely looked defensive when she said this. "They hardly touched you."
"That makes it all right?"
"Like I said, it wasn't real sex. It was just a little fun. For my birthday. Do you understand?"
Well, whether I could understand it or not, I certainly couldn't turn back time, so there was little else I could do. But my next surprise was when I found the photographs.
I hadn't been snooping or anything: I needed a receipt that I just knew was in her purse. There had been the envelope: with just a single glance at the first picture I gave up on the receipt, knowing I'd have to get back to the purse later to check out what I'd just stumbled on. And I got my chance.
There they were: I'd known it had to be Janice, and Kelly, and I'd suspected Ann was there too. Well I was right. There they were, each taking me in turn, in glorious color, no blurring or any such thing. I stared at my bound body, being taken in turn and wondered what it would have been like if I had known. Then I received another shock.
It was Janice and Celia: Janice was licking and Celia was clearly enjoying it, lying on the floor, her legs apart. It seemed Ann was taking me at the time.
* * *
Janice had been perfectly willing. Celia was tied, spread-eagle, naked, in the middle of our bed, blindfolded. It was my birthday. Janice was very quiet and Celia would have no physical clue. Janice licked. She was naked as she licked, and I was taking her from behind.
* * *
I'd run into her at the store: there hadn't been that much to say to her after our deed. Celia had shown no hint that she knew what had taken place. I knew Janice might have chosen to tell her without letting me know, but I figured who cares? Celia certainly couldn't say anything after what she'd pulled on her own birthday. I'd seen the pictures. Janice looked like she wanted to say something. She was grinning.
"You look satisfied," I offered. She'd seemed to enjoy both aspects of the act she had engaged in.
"You know, I have a birthday coming up," she said. I figured that could be interesting, but would involve some additional communication between Celia and me. Janice grinned at me. Or maybe we'd plan it so Celia would not know precisely what was happening. "Perhaps," said Janice, continuing finally, "perhaps I should join your marriage."
"Huh?"
"Well, you both seem to like me well enough." But I was amazed. Believe it or not, despite the appeal of such an arrangement, it just didn't seem right to me. "Imagine," she went on with a little smile, "having me whenever you please. Either of you." She reached and touched my chest near my shoulder. "Or have me together: wouldn't you like that?"
"Celia and I are in love, Janice." I watched her face and thought I saw a slight flinch. "Are you talking about a purely sexual relationship?"
She grinned, but I thought I saw a tinge of doubt in her face. I suppose I was telling her right out that anything I felt for her wasn't love. "What's wrong with sex?" she asked finally, but while she tried to remain bright, it was clear she was maintaining a facade. And as I watched, her grin just sort of slowly faded into seriousness. "I think you could love me," she said, quietly. "Both of you: I'd be very good to you. You don't mind if I ask Celia about it?"
I had doubts. Would she tell Celia this idea had my approval? I didn't answer and I watched Janice taking my silence as a negative. I wanted to get off the topic. "Listen," I said, thinking, "were you and Celia ever together before?" That had certainly been bugging me lately. I was aware that they'd known each other for years: they'd been college roommates. Given the things they were doing now, I had to wonder.
Her smile returned as I watched her remember. "No: I bet you're thinking of all the years we shared a room."
"Well, one has to wonder."
"Well the answer is no, though there is one thing that happened to us." She grinned and I simply waited for her to continue. "There was this girl, Melanie who lived down the hall; she was amazingly casual about sex: any time she went out with a guy she just seemed to figure it would be nice to share a little sex with him: even guys she simply talked to during the day! And girls too: if she was willing, Melanie would turn an evening's conversation into a tryst at the drop of a hat. If you studied with her, you were liable to take a sex-break midway through.
"I have to admit, one Friday evening I was just hanging around, reading and she came by and talked to me. I think she'd given me a hint before and I'd let her know I wasn't into it, but she was so friendly that we just talked that night. But the thing I remember was noticing that I was turning her on: soon I found myself doing it on purpose! Eventually her face was pure lust, but she still made no move. And it's funny: by that time I wanted to prove she'd have me! As if there were any question! It was me who made the move!"
"And?" I supposed this tied in, but I was still confused.
"I loved it. After that she could have me whenever she felt the urge: I felt like her slave. But the other thing is that the same thing happened to Celia: somehow Melanie got her to try it and I'm sure after that, Celia never refused. And I'm sure she figured out that I was with Melanie sometimes, but she never said a word: neither of us did.
"Melanie could have me whenever she wished: any time she felt lonely. I couldn't tell you how many times I ended up in bed with her. Once she had this guy over and she almost talked me into joining the two of them. I was too scared, but I've been thinking about that night ever since. I remember lying in bed that night, knowing she was with him and wanting her, desperately, and then realizing I wanted them both."
"And Celia did it with her?" I finally asked.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
* * *
It was a week later and Janice was there with Celia in the living room when I entered the house. And another woman was there too. Celia looked at me and I actually detected shyness on her face! It was Janice who spoke: "This is Melanie." I stared at the woman.
Janice had come closer. She spoke in a low voice: "She told Celia everything. I'm sorry, I didn't know she would."
"What did you tell her?" I asked.
"Everything."
"What are you two whispering about?" said Melanie. "You're the one who digs it up the ass? I could use an extra girlfriend." She grinned at me.
* * *
I knelt over the edge of the bed, but I wasn't blindfolded or bound. She wore Celia's toy. "Nice girl," she said to me and gave me a playful slap on my rear cheek. Celia and Janice were watching, wide-eyed. She finally spoke, to them: "Well, get undressed: I'm doin' your asses next, you know." They both looked at each other, looking reluctant. "Now!" said Melanie in a firmer voice.
They'd finally started, still watching each other as if to make sure they were both in on this. Melanie hadn't stopped taking me. "I bet he's gonna enjoy returning those spankings," she said to all of us in general.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.