I published this story on Medium a little while ago. I was feeling generous, so I thought I would share the whole story with you.
“I don’t want to be involved.” Mel finished applying her lipstick and straightened her skirt.
“Really?” Brad shrugged, buckled his work pants and reached for his shirt.
“Mmmm.” Mel slid her hands around his waist and under his waistband. “What time did you say your first job is?”
Taken by surprise, Brad struggled with his shirt, trying to get it in place before giving up and throwing it in the corner. Bare chested, he turned to face his wife. “Don’t you have that early meeting?”
Brad’s mind whirled. His wife had just told him to organise HER birthday by himself and now she was coming on to him. After she had finished her makeup. This was not how mornings normally went. As he stood in the middle of the room waiting for the real Mel to reappear, the weird Mel bent over their bed and hitched up her skirt to reveal her perfect arse. Her g-string, the red one he loved, peeked between her thighs.
“Push those panties to the side and get in here.” She instructed over her shoulder.
Brad was still confused, but his cock wasn’t. Two steps later, he was following her instructions and burying his cock deep inside her. Time slowed down and jobs and meetings were forgotten. In all the years they had been together, Brad had never tired of this feeling.
His fingers gripped her hips as he slid easily in and out of her slick cunt. In front of him, he could feel her responding to him.
“Oh my God Baby, that hits the spot.” Mel’s head was buried in her hands. Brad could feel her pussy clamping down on him as the orgasm built up in her. His cock responded.
“Don’t cum in me!” she whispered urgently. Brad nodded, concentrating intently. It was difficult for him to control himself when she came. The room was silent except for their breathing and her increasing moans.
“Ohhhhh Goooooddddd!” Mel’s body exploded as warm white juices covered Brad’s cock. As directed, he controlled himself for two more strokes before pulling out of her and shooting his load onto the bed beside her.
Standing at the kitchen bench, Brad was finishing his morning coffee as she walked in. There was no sign of the moaning slut bent over their bed that he had fucked not ten minutes ago.
“So you don’t have instructions for your birthday?” Brad’s head was still spinning from the unexpected twists of his morning. He wanted to make sure that he had heard correctly.
Mel strode around the living space, picking up items and putting them into her handbag.
“That’s what I said.” She opened the fridge to take out her lunchbox.
“Ok then.” Brad finished his coffee and picked up his keys. “I will see you tonight, then.” He bent down and kissed her beautifully made-up lips.
She wriggled away from him. “Don’t mess up my makeup for a second time!” she scoffed.
Brad grinned. This was the wife he was more used to.
Over the next couple of weeks, Brad worked on a plan. As instructed, he didn’t include Mel in his plans. A few times as he was sending texts, he noticed her looking over his shoulder. But a quick glance in her direction was enough to make her say,
“I’m not looking, I don’t want to know.”
Every time this happened, Brad smirked. He knew how much it was killing her that he was planning something without her input. Usually, Mel called all the shots. This situation took her very much out of her comfort zone. Brad took a perverse pleasure in the situation, sometimes “accidentally” letting a little piece of information slip out. Or asking her a question about the text he was sending. Every time she would get this weird look on her face and remind him that he was in charge. If he was honest with himself, Brad constantly expected her to go back on her original statements and take over. But she didn’t.
The night of Mel’s birthday rolled around. Babysitters had been organised, children had been fed, and Mel and Brad were in their bedroom dressing. Brad had suggested a couple of outfits he thought were appropriate. At least Mel could have some control over something.
“No panties tonight,” he instructed as she slipped into her selected outfit. The look of consternation on her face was a fitting start to what he hoped was going to be an amazing evening.
The evening started off innocently enough, or so it seemed. Mel had made sure hew downstairs was tidy, just in case. As they sat at dinner with their special friends, Simon, Camilla and Delphine, Mel was hyperaware of her smooth, bare pussy sliding past her thighs whenever she moved. More than once during the night, she felt a hand sliding between her legs to stroke her slick, wet slit. More than once, the hand did not belong to Brad. Earlier there had been a flurry of texts. Mel had an inkling that Brad had set up something else for later in the night. A warm feeling of anticipation spread through her belly, between her legs, her pussy throbbed in anticipation.
Travelling home after dinner, Mel sat in the back seat between Simon and Camilla. Each of them rested a hand on her thigh as Camilla leaned in to kiss Mel. As she sank into the soft warmth of her friend’s kiss, Camilla’s husband, Simon, busied himself with Mel’s pussy. His thick fingers slid down her slit, teasing the wetness he found. Moaning into Camilla’s mouth, Mel let her legs fall open as she brazenly arched her back towards Simon’s hand. He didn’t hesitate to accept her invitation and slid his fingers into her cunt. She shuddered in pleasure as he found her trigger spots.
The car pulled into the driveway of Simon and Camilla’s house. An automatic security light in the driveway threw weird shadows on Mel’s face as she moaned in pleasure. Brad watched in awe as his wife’s back arched towards his friend’s face. In the seat across from him, Delphine’s eyes glittered with desire.
“Let’s take this party upstairs.”
The five of them made their way upstairs. Simon made drinks while Camilla and Brad disappeared into another part of the house. As she made small talk with Delphine, Mel could see Camilla through the bedroom door, lighting candles and arranging items across the end of the bed. Brad appeared in the doorway, blocking the view. He had that same smirk on his face that she had seen earlier in the week. Mel began to feel slightly nervous. Earlier in the night, there had been a joking conversation about safe words. It occurred to Mel now that maybe Camilla wasn’t completely joking when she asked that question.
Brad ushered Mel into the bedroom, leading her over to a massage table. He gently helped her out of her clothes and onto the table. The cool vinyl soothed Mel’s naked skin as Brad tied a blindfold over her eyes and lay her face down. Other hands, maybe those of Simon and Camilla, tied her hands to the legs of the table. Mel’s heart raced as she felt herself being restricted. She remembered sharing a fantasy over dinner with Simon and Camilla. The scenario she described was very much like this one. When she had the idea, she thought it sounded amazing. Now she was wondering.
Gentle hands slipped her AirPods into her ears and music filled her mind. She lay in the darkness with music playing in her ears. The sense of disconnectedness was surreal. She remembered Brad talking about other people arriving soon. Was there going to be a crowd? What was going to happen now? Nerves and worry about being helpless increased her arousal.
She felt hands on her back, more than one pair. Fingers trickled over her shoulders, down her back and over her legs. She recognised Brad’s hands and the firmer massaging of Camilla. Further down her back, she felt another pair of male hands and the softer skin of a lady’s hands stroking her ass and thighs. Her legs, spread by the ties, exposed her pussy, inviting exploration by fingers. Tentative touches opened her lips and explored her soaking wet opening. On her shoulders, she felt the stroke of hair sliding over her skin. Every sensation was amplified, making it like a jangling noise in her ears.
The sudden shock of the ice on her pussy made her gasp, but the coldness was gone quickly, leaving a tingling memory. All of her attention focused on her pussy now. The stroking and touching on her shoulders became like the music on her iPod, background noise. The ice cube came back, pressing against her lips, as if it was asking for permission. A trickle of cold water made its way down her slit as a soft moan came out of Mel’s lips. The ice slipped between her lips, sliding down over her labia and clit. Coldness spread through her pussy, increasing her arousal as it drenched her heat. Unexpectedly, she wanted more. She wanted the coldness to fill her up. Through some intuition, the fingers slipped the ice inside her vagina, filling her whole body with shivery coldness.
For a few moments, the ice cube slid in and out of her, but she felt it shrinking with each thrust. Icy water trickled over her clit, warming as it went. As the ice cube disappeared, it was replaced by a vibrator, sliding easily into her opening. She tried to arch her back, but the ties held her firmly in place. The vibrator slid inside her, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted much, much more.
After a few moments, she felt fingers entering her. She wasn’t sure, but it was definitely more than one. She desperately wanted to open her legs and invite the hand in, but she couldn’t move. For the first time, the ties bothered her. Her hands twitched, aching to slide over the surrounding bodies. Her mind wandered a little, fretting against her bonds. The idea of not making choices seemed so relaxing, but not being able to call the shots was definitely something she wasn’t used to.
Mel’s attention snapped back as several fingers slid inside her pussy, stretching it wide. She moaned into the table. Her cunt felt full, but she wanted more. The hand pushed against her, gently pressing her open, stretching her wider. The feeling was warm and almost painful, but the urge to press against the knuckles and stretch herself even further was stronger. Just when she felt she couldn’t take any more, the knuckles slipped inside her. For a moment, the hand paused as she adjusted around it. An orgasm hovered around the edges of her mind and then as the fist began to twist and turn inside her, she felt the waves washing over her. Every sense and nerve in her body focused on the fullness inside her cunt as the hand moved in and out of her. Her moans had turned to little screams as her body writhed on the bed. Just when she felt she couldn’t take it anymore, she felt the hand easing out of her body as the intensity of the moment passed, and she relaxed against the table wondering what was coming next and how much more she would be able to take.
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