The Anniversary

Written by molly2610@hotmail.com (October 2000)

The invitation was printed in an elaborately scrolled hand on thick, cream-coloured card. The paper was warm and velvety to my touch. Despite having read them many times already I scanned the words once more:

As two of our most valued customers we would like to wish you congratulations on your Anniversary and offer complementary massages at our private rooms. Please arrive promptly at 5.30pm.

Conran & Associates


I scrutinised Bernadette closely: "Are you sure you want to go ahead with this? It�s not too late to cancel."

"I�m sure," she nodded. There was an excited flush accentuating her high cheekbones and a ruddy gloss to her full lips. She looked serenely beautiful in her simple printed cotton dress. Her glossy hair was brushed clear of her bare shoulders, revealing a milky gleam of semi-baroque pearls strung around her throat.
I smiled wanly: "Okay. Just as long as you�re sure."
I put the car into gear, looked over my shoulder and pulled out into the rush hour traffic. We were both silent during the short drive. As I drove, I thought back to our last visit to Conran�s. Of course, we had talked about it many times. Ending each conversation with torrid lovemaking that left us breathless and too tired to speak

As if by consensus we had never mentioned the first visit to Conran�s. Not even when the discussions had degenerated into argument and accusation. Somehow we both sensed that topic was "no-go" territory. I was not even certain that Bernadette knew that I had observed her first adventure. Finally, after weeks of arguing we had come to the agreement that we would not return to Conran�s.
Neither of us regretted the events which had already happened. Far from it. It had all been an incredibly powerful stimulant to our love life. But the sexual energies we had unleashed that day seemed too overwhelming, too dangerous to risk releasing again. Who knew where they might lead us?

So we had agreed to forget about Conran. At least until the invitation had arrived this morning. We had struggled with it all day. Each of us suspicious that the other had reneged on our decision and secretly arranged a further rendezvous. Eventually we had convinced one another of our innocence. The offer appeared to be a spontaneous gesture from Conran himself. No matter how much we tried to deny it, the idea intrigued us both. We both wondered what he had planned. The decision was inevitable really. Conran probably knew that from the moment he put fountain pen to hand-made paper.

We would return to Conran�s.
We would follow wherever he intended to take us.
Give ourselves over to events.
One final time.

The tyres scrunched on the gravel as we pulled into the drive. The villa looked unoccupied. Wooden blinds were pulled close and the panelled door closed tight. We looked at each other quizzically. Had we misunderstood the invitation? The clunk of the car doors closing caused one blind to twitch. The door opened as we approached. Rachel, the young woman we had briefly met at our last visit stood framed in the doorway, nervously waiting to greet us. Rachel was in her mid to late twenties, standing only slightly taller than my wife�s five foot two. Height was where the resemblance ended.

For other than that they were polar opposites. Rachel�s hair was strawberry blonde with golden sunstreaks. She wore it pulled back from her sharply attractive features in a shiny ponytail. A sprinkling of freckles peppered her nose, bringing an air of robust health and vitality to her smooth skin. Her eyes were an unremarkable blue-grey, but large and filled with an easy warmth as she smiled a greeting. Her body was taut and boyish where my wife was deliciously curved and undeniably feminine. Most of all, Rachel�s breasts barely formed twin bulges in her crisp white uniform whilst Bernadette�s lacy bra, visible through the thin cotton of her dress, struggled to contain her bounty.

Rachel�s voice was soft and mellow: "We�re so glad you could make it. Conran asked me to keep an eye out for you. Come on inside. We�re waiting." We entered the dim coolness of the hallway and turned left into the waiting room. There was a metallic snick as Rachel chained the front door behind us.
It seemed a symbolic gesture. We were both committed now.
Like it or not.

Conran waited at the reception desk. His lanky frame clothed in a charcoal grey, v-necked sweater and beige slacks. It seemed strange to see him out of uniform. His smile gleamed whiter than white against his dark features and two glasses of chilled sauvignon blanc were held in his outstretched hands. We took them eagerly. I could not help but notice that Conran�s fingers brushed against Bernadette�s hand in the process of handing over the wine. "Happy Anniversary," he toasted, picking up his own glass from a silver tray and gesturing Rachel to follow suit.
Our four crystal glasses chimed together. "We thought it appropriate to invite you for a joint massage. We were so pleased you could accept. So relax and enjoy. Everything is organised."

The wine was all gooseberry and blackcurrants in my mouth. It was a welcome respite to the dryness that had started the moment Bernadette had agreed to come with me. We made nervous small talk together. Rachel explained that she had recently become a junior partner in the practice, and understood from Conran that we were two of his most valued clients. Bernadette and myself exchanged knowing glances.

How much did Rachel know about our relationship with Conran? Conran�s expression was totally inscrutable. I examined Rachel more intensely. Was she really as innocent as she seemed? I remembered the flash I had seen behind the two-way mirror at our last visit. Despite my scrutiny, her glowing smile remained ingenuous.

We sipped and chatted until our glasses were drained. Eventually Conran suggested that we retire to the treatment room. Rachel took me gently by the arm and led me away, continuing a barrage of small talk as we walked down the corridor. I could hear footsteps and intimate murmurings behind us as Conran followed with my wife. Rachel opened the familiar door. The room had changed little.

The custom-made massage couch was once again pushed to one side, and the two foam mattresses were laid out parallel to one another - this time placed a few metres further apart. Tatami mats were spread over the wooden floor between them and a large, calico covered beanbag formed a partial visual barrier. I could not imagine the purpose of it, but it had clearly been deliberately placed there.

Rachel distracted me from my pondering: "If you could just slip behind the screen and undress."

My knees were wobbling as I followed her immaculately manicured, pointing finger. A few minutes later I re-emerged, wearing nothing but the Clinic�s robe and a blush. Bernadette was still behind her screen - I could just see her shadow as she took her time undressing. Conran stood by the dresser, eyes narrowed in quiet contemplation.

Rachel knelt by my mattress, a bottle of massage oil beside her. She indicated that I should lie before her. Trying my hardest to hide a burgeoning erection, I opened the gown, lay face down and allowed her to slip it from my arms and shoulders. Making a pillow of my arms I rested my head, facing away from Rachel and the mattress where my wife was soon to lay. The usual towel was draped over my buttocks.

Rachel�s touch was surprisingly firm on the tense muscles of my lower back. She pushed the whole of her weight down through the heels of her palms and into my lumbar spine. A delicious pressure transmitted through my body and into my now very hard penis. I murmured my approval as she continued up through the muscle groups. I stopped trying to analyse what Conran had planned for the two of us and began to enjoy the simple sensuality of the massage.

Time passed. Rachel�s hands reached my thoracic spine, between my shoulder blades. They soon discovered little knots of tensed muscle. She used her thumbs to break up the trigger point. I groaned with the pain.
Knew from past experience that it was a good pain. A pain that would soon pass. Leaving in its wake a new found muscular freedom. She relentlessly pursued each agonising point. My groans continued.

I became aware of an echo in the room. Soft, breathy gasps emerging from behind my head. I recognised Bernadette�s tone and smiled to myself. Conran must be working on her trigger points too. Rachel pressed down hard and a long drawn out "Owww," of my own emerged. When the pain lifted I became aware of a second echo. A husky, decidedly masculine one. Rachel had heard it too. I could feel her grip shift as she turned to look over her shoulder. Her hands froze on my suddenly goose-pimpled skin. Even before I turned my head I knew what I would see. With newly attuned ears the syncopated heavy breathing was glaringly obvious. My neck rotated and the second mat drifted into my field of view.

Bernadette was lying on her back, her legs lifted high and bent at the knees. Her lower limbs encircled a naked, gleaming Conran.
He supported the weight of his body on his outstretched left hand and with his right held Bernadette�s two wrists extended above her head. His slender hips moved in an easy back and forth motion. The breath was eased out of Bernadette at the apex of each stroke. Her back arched high enough to reveal a gleam of light. Conran�s mouth moved in an unheard whisper. She shook her head violently. Lips now parted. Breasts undulating. Conran continued his measured movements in and out of her. Blatantly ignoring her urging feet, tucked behind his knees. She shook her head. Again and again. Struggling to free her pinioned hands. In and out he moved. In and out. He leant forward and spoke close to her ear. Emphasising his point with a sharp thrust of his pelvis. Bernadette closed her eyes and bit her lip. She gave a short, reluctant nod. I suddenly became aware of Rachel�s fingertips rubbing against my skin.

She was unconsciously matching the rhythm of the lovemaking happening before us. Her fingers moved faster and faster, harder and harder. I turned to examine my masseuse�s reactions. Her eyes were opened even wider. Her nostrils flared slightly with every deepening breath. She was plainly aroused by the drama unfolding before us. I could guess at the stage of the plot simply by observing the reactions playing across her features.

Bernadette reclined on the floor. Naked. Eagerly waiting for Conran to start. She glanced over to where her husband squirmed under Rachel�s expert hands. He seemed to be enjoying himself already. She wriggled her buttocks against the cool mat, seeking a more comfortable position and closed her eyes. Conran knelt at her side. She patiently awaited his touch, knowing all too well where this massage must eventually end. The anticipation made her mouth dry. She wished she had another glass of wine.

But once again Conran surprised her. This time there was no familiar chill of oil against her tingling skin. No long foreplay of coaxing rubs over stiff muscles. His palm brushed through the nest of hair between her legs as he confidently slipped his middle finger between her labia. She gasped at his unaccustomed forwardness, lifting her a hand to forcibly brush him away. She never completed her movement.

Conran�s still probing finger had made her acutely aware of her wetness. Despite her best attempts to deny it, her arousal had grown steadily from the moment they had stepped into the villa. The wine and whispered confidences had only added further to it. Her body betrayed its need. She knew that she was already ready for him. And now he knew it too.

So she offered no resistance as he parted her thighs. Scratching the super-sensitised skin with his fingernails in the process. She felt him shift position. Her hand fell limply onto her belly. It lay there. Passively feeling the rise and fall of her breathing.

The restless churning of her stomach. She was once again losing herself in heightened senses and evolving responses. She felt each pearl of her necklace as a separate pressure against her throat. Each exhalation against her nostrils. The heat and male presence stirring between her legs.

The relative coarseness of the woollen pullover as he leant over her to remove it. The pressure of his left hand on the mat as he took up his weight. The roundness of the head of his penis as he guided it between her vulva�s lips. Her pelvis automatically tilted. Adjusting the angle. Allowing him to glide smoothly into her.

She felt her insides stretching. Conforming to his size and shape. Each millimetre of his entry caused her vaginal walls to part before him in a welcoming rush. She contemplated how much pleasure this intense fullness had brought in the past. How much lay ahead of her now. She found herself comparing her body�s reactions. With her husband, they built gradually to immense heights.

With Conran it was just a tempest of hard sensations. All clamouring for her immediate attention. The thoughts of her husband reminded her of where she was. Who else was in the room. What was happening between her legs.

To her great surprise, awareness of an audience only added to her sharp edged excitement. Not to guilt or shame. She knew that it should not. But it did. She turned her head as Conran pulled out from his initial penetration. She opened her eyes to look over at her husband. Unbelievably, he had failed to notice what Conran was doing to her.
The penis slid inside once more. This time tugging at her clitoris as it buried its thick head far into her fornix. Stretching her moistened tissues longitudinally as well as laterally.

A resurgence of intimate pleasure contrasted sharply with the image of Rachel and her husband absorbed in their innocent massage. The disparity added a sense of unreality. For a second she wondered if she was dreaming. "How could anyone be oblivious to this?" she wondered, before a further withdrawal drew her attention back to the figure moving between her legs. In magnificent black and white Technicolor reality. She caught Conran staring at her.

His gaze seemed to bury into her even deeper than his penis. It reached for her soul. Seeking to capture her hidden, most illicit fantasies. To demand that she surrender herself to those desires. Surrender herself to him. Her dreamlike state made capitulation easy. She broke free from his hypnotic gaze and looked down past his broad nose, full lips and firm chin.

She followed the line of his throat to his hairless chest, pectorals bulging at the strain of supporting his own weight. His arms were locked extended, holding his gleaming torso clear of her.
She admired his rippling abdomen, noting the stark contrast between his mahogany skin and her own paleness. She lifted her head from the mat, drawn to see the point of their conjunction.

Past the silky curls of her own pubic hair she saw his shaft sliding in and out of her inner darkness. It glistened and shone. Liberally coated with her own sweet juices. She could not stop herself from reaching out to grasp the shank.

She allowed it to slide between her fingers and nestle back into the confines of her aching body. The springy coils of his pubic hair tickled the dorsum of her hand. His balls bounced against her little finger as she caressed the tender juncture between their two fleshes. She formed her thumb and forefinger into a ring.
A ring that held his penis as tightly as her pelvic muscles the next time he pulled free of her hot cavern. Her slim fingers could scarcely enclose his girth. Conran�s breath caught at her bold action.

Her gaze flicked back to his face in time to catch a fleeting expression of surprise and delight. She grinned like a tigress baring her teeth. Growled deep in her throat. With constant pressure wrapped around his hard dick wherever he put it, he would find it hard to regulate his own arousal. She hated the control Conran wielded over his body and via it hers. She intended doing everything she could think of to break that control down.

Next she lifted her head further, grabbing his breast in her free hand, pulling him down to pursed lips and nibbling teeth. She sucked hard at his nipple, rotating her tongue in tight spirals. Simultaneously, she began to thrust her pubis against her fingers and him. The tactics were working.

Conran�s breathing and thrusting were surely speeding up. Despite himself he was losing control. She increased the pace. Wanting him to come inside her in reckless haste. Wanting to watch his dismay as his careful plans all unravelled. She wanted to come herself. She wanted to both come together. Right now. The first surges began in her groin and she realised that her own orgasm was imminent.

All it would take was a few deep thrusts from Conran. Her fingers moved rhythmically up and down, begging him to ejaculate into her during the impending peak. His penis felt rock-hard to her touch. Heavily engorged with blood and ready to contract. She knew he could not hold off any longer. Her triumph was right at hand. And then it was gone. At the zenith of a thrust Conran came to a sudden halt.

His penis twitched between her fingers and inside her vagina. He had stopped right at the point of coming. And he was not the only one. Her body screamed for release. Felt painfully tumescent and oversensitised at their now stationary point of union. She hissed her dismay. Tossed her head back onto the mattress. Her hips gave little agitated, urging movements. All to no avail. He rose like an obsidian statue above her. Motionless and impassive. She released his penis. Raked her fingernails across his chest as she reached up for his pillar like arms.

Her stalled orgasm left her pained and seeking revenge. If she could not have him now, then she did not want him at all. His weight pressing against her inflamed clitoris was unbearable. She grabbed for him and Conran moved. Faster than she ever could. He shifted his weight to the left side and grabbed both of her wrists in his right hand. The grip was just firm enough to overcome her struggles.

He relentlessly lifted both of her hands above her head, stretching her spine out into full extension. His eyes met hers again, instantly quelling the protest welling up in her throat. His movements might be swift and violent but his eyes were soft and reassuring. She barely heard his whispered: "Let me," but the resumption of pelvic movement immediately soothed her raw nerve endings. She lifted her knees and tucked her heels into the crook of his knees. Widening her opening even further for him. Silently encouraging him to continue.

His swaying gradually increased its arc. Soon it encompassed the full length of his penis. The full stretch of her expanded, fluttering vagina. Her arousal burgeoned again. But the pace of his lovemaking was still agonisingly slow. She conveyed her frustration with tiny pushes of her hips, but he just seemed to ignore her signals. She urged him on faster with her eyes, but still he held back. Finally she abandoned all pretence at subtlety and mouthed:
"Come on."
She feared to raise her voice further in case Rachel and her husband heard her lasciviousness .
"First you agree to whatever I ask," Was his hushed reply.

She shook her head in disbelief. There was no way she was going to do that. But the constant lubricious friction between her legs was intolerably, painfully sweet. She kicked him with her heels. Her actions invoked memories of their first explosive encounter on the massage table. But still he persisted.

She wrestled against his grip. Her every muscle from groin to fingertips tensed and ready to detonate. Her restricted movements served only to increase her torment. She wanted to come. Had to come. Her breath was gasping. Her cheeks were burning. Her insides were turgid and wet beyond belief. She had to come. Conran leant towards her and whispered in her ear, "I�ll come in you when you promise." His words were barely audible amidst the din of rushing blood in her ears.

This time he stressed his point with a foin of his penis. Her vagina convulsed helplessly and with it her resistance crumbled. She nodded in acquiescence. Anything, if only he would go faster. Her eyes closed. Anything he asked of her had to be better than this lingering torture at the edge of release. She waited. But not for long. Conran�s responded enthusiastically. He pistoned into her harder and faster. At long last meeting the rhythm her body craved. The tension in her stretched frame crescendoed. An intense urge to urinate formed between her legs.

She opened unfocussed eyes. Her lips formed a snarl. Teeth grinding together. Fingernails bit into palms. A tsunami of pleasure surged out from the impact site. It engulfed her thighs and belly. Still gathering force, it fanned out over her breasts. Her shoulders. Her throat. Travelling swiftly down the lengths of her limbs it broke into frothy curlicues at the tips of fingers and toes. She gulped for breath as the regular vaginal contractions began.

They glissandoed down the length of her rippling tube. Burst into a symphony of self-indulgence at her clitoris. Her sight went dim. The world became distant. Her heart stopped.
The pleasure had claimed so much of her that she hovered on the edge of none existence. Lost in her petit mort. But her eyesight gradually cleared and a ragged intake of breath started her heart beating faster than ever. She discovered that the repetitive "Oh. Oh. Oh" originated from her own lips.

Any chance of secrecy had long vanished. She just wanted to curl around the delicious feeling filling her body, but Conran was still moving. Still fucking her. Sometime during her orgasm, Conran had released her hands and dropped onto his elbows. Spreading more of his weight over her. She grasped his shoulders and pulled him closer. Close enough to smell his spicy scent. Close enough to taste the salt on his skin. Close enough to bite as a second volley of constrictions flittered across her pelvic muscles.

She sucked and chewed and licked as orgasm after orgasm claimed her. One following another so quickly that they blurred together into one long come. She fought for oxygen. Her head spinning wildly. Her peripheral vision was dancing with silver stars by the time Conran pumped his long hot gushes into her waiting hollow. He retreated, still rhythmically emptying himself into her. Coating every square centimetre of her vagina with his ejaculate. Depleted, he finally came to a rest back inside her depths.

He collapsed onto her. Exhausted. His breath was warm against her ear. Their sweat formed a slippery, cooling meniscus between them. She could feel the aftershocks of her multiple orgasm still trying to milk his emptied penis. Ever so often Conran would respond with an aftershock of his own. His spine flexing galvanically, trying to bury his penis even deeper than it had already been.

Her heart began to slow its pounding. It was over. A scarlet flush tinged Rachel�s cheeks. It spread in a blotchy pattern down her throat and upper chest. Two new buttons appeared on her tunic as her nipples pushed against the soft fabric. Her lips parted slightly, revealing just a tip of pink tongue as she witnessed the final stages of Conran�s lovemaking. The sounds from the other mat turned lusty and totally uninhibited as the pair orgasmed into and around each other. The effect on Rachel was profound. I could feel the tremor in her firm hands.

She looked both excited and embarrassed. Fearful of being caught peeking, yet unable to take her eyes from the scene. At last the sounds stopped. She turned, deliberately avoiding looking at my face and continued the massage where she had left off. She tried her best to pretend that nothing extraordinary had happened. But the flush on her face darkened and spread all the same. I watched Conran clamber first to his knees and then to his feet. Bernadette turned onto her left side. Curled into a tight ball, hugging her knees. Her eyes shut.

Holding inside herself the last, fleeting remnants of gratification. Her hair was tousled and unruly. It fell forward to tickle her nose. She brushed the strand away with an irritated swipe of her hand. Opened her eyes to meet my stare. Her expression was unfathomable. I was distracted by Conran coming towards me with sure-footed purpose.

I regarded his naked form with a degree of envy. His nubian skin gleamed as he walked, his belly flat and taut, his penis still semi-erect. Shiny with secreted desire. He stopped behind Rachel. Even before he placed a hand on each of her shoulders, I could tell that she sensed his presence by the faltering of her massage. His fingertips rested against her without force or pressure, but never the less she rose to her feet as if pulled up by invisible strings. She stood paralysed before him as his fingers continued moving.

Brushing lightly against the cool cotton of her uniform, they followed her shoulders� curves to find the bare skin of her upper arms. She shivered at that first touch of skin against skin. I knew there and then that she was already lost. Just like us. Rachel leant back against Conran as he tenderly stroked her neck and throat. Tracing the contours of her vagal flush with a single finger. Her eyes closed as he systematically began unfastening her buttons. One by one they fell open. Her tunic parted from stiff collar to modest hem. I caught a tantalising glimpse of smooth, golden skin and pale blue panties.

Her belly button was elongated and pierced with a gold ring. A green gemstone gleamed in its centre. Conran�s left hand slipped inside her open dress. It skimmed across her lower ribs and over her flat belly. It teased at the edge of her panties before climbing to fondle her right breast. Rachel sighed. Conran�s other hand grasped the collar of her dress and slipped it over her right shoulder. He leant over to nibble the nape of her neck as he reached to do the same on the other side. Her tunic dress fell in a casual heap at her feet. She appeared impossibly fragile held cradled in his arms.

Her breasts were small and conical with the deepest pink nipples. I could count every one of her ribs on her slender chest, but her ass was well rounded and her legs muscular. Conran�s hands now flowed across her breasts, over her shoulders and down her two sides to rest on her hips. His mouth soon followed, raining delicate kisses down her spine as he knelt down behind her. With Rachel pleasantly distracted, he hooked four fingers into the waist band of her high-legged panties. In one smooth sweep he slipped them down her legs to her ankles. Rachel stood totally naked before me. Her pubic hair was fair and wispy, crisply shaved into an elongated triangle. Sensing my probing eyes, her left hand shifted to modestly cover her pubis.

Her free hand fondled the back of Conran�s head as he nipped at the sensitive skin at the apex of her two buttocks. Conran beckoned for Bernadette to join him. She hesitated so he signalled more forcibly, never taking his mouth from Rachel�s body. Bernadette climbed slowly to her feet. She came towards us. Her bare hips swayed alluringly. Her unfettered breasts bobbed gently up and down.

The string of pearls gleamed and tumbled against her glowing skin. Just before she reached us Conran lifted his lips to speak:
"Sit down on the bean-bag," he ordered.

Rachel started to move but he stopped her with his hand, indicating that it was Bernadette he was speaking to.
Bernadette stopped, obviously unsure about complying.
She looked to me for guidance. I shrugged, unable to offer any suggestions. I was also puzzled. So after a moment�s hesitation, she sat down perched self-consciously on the form-fitting beanbag. She stretched out her legs and primly pressed them together. Her lips were pursed and I realised that she was close to losing her patience.

She hated being ordered around. Conran took his time. His kisses climbed back up Rachel�s torso and neck. He whispered in her ear. Then slowly turned her around and escorted her to where Bernadette sat waiting. He left Rachel standing whilst he bent down to speak to Bernadette. Rachel looked shy and uncertain, not knowing where to put her hands.

Conran adjusted Bernadette�s sitting position, separating her legs slightly and bending them at the knees so that her weight was evenly supported against the beanbag and two firmly planted feet. The thin, angry look had gone from her lips. She was curious again. Next Conran took hold of Rachel�s hands and lowered her gently on top of Bernadette. Her buttocks neatly filled the hollow of my wife�s lap.

Her lithe legs dangled outside Bernadette�s own. Rachel snuggled back into her warm cradle. Their two bodies moulded even closer together. Conran reclined against the edge of the beanbag and began to stroke the younger woman. He caressed and tickled until she giggled uncontrollably. Rachel batted at his hand, pretending to resist. Bernadette too began to laugh, taken up in the childish innocence of their actions. It was a strange sensation having another woman writhing in her lap like this.

The surface of her skin was still tender and exposed after her lovemaking with Conran and although the sliding of their nakedness against each another was definitely sensual, it was not erotic. On a whim, she decided to join in and rapidly located at least one of Rachel�s ticklish spots. Soon both of them were laughing so hard that they had to struggle to catch their breath. It was a while before she noticed that Rachel had stopped laughing. That her squirming buttocks moved with a different quality. Her breathing too had changed. Bernadette could feel the rise and fall of her chest against her compressed breasts.

Suddenly Rachel�s threw back her head, neck extended over Bernadette�s right shoulder. A long, drawn out moan fell from her open lips. Bernadette looked down to see Conran�s hand firmly ensconced between Rachel�s thighs. She already knew for herself what that hand was capable of. A confusing mix of emotions played through her as she found herself an enforced voyeur to this developing liaison.

Then she saw it was her face Conran was watching. Not Rachel�s. She felt even more flustered. As if the nuns had caught her stealing glances at her girlfriends� naked bodies in the school changing rooms. Her cheeks grew hot. Somehow it was more intimate to watch Conran�s lovemaking than to experience it firsthand. For the first time she understood what these encounters had been like for her husband. It was a strange, exotic experience. She was not at all sure that she liked it. Conran pressed his face close to hers: "Remember your promise. I want you to get her ready for me." His free hand took hold of her right wrist and led it implacably downwards. Leaving her little doubt what he meant.

She felt the sharp bones on the back of his probing hand, the tendons moving rapidly as he played a sonata across Rachel. Suddenly his hand shifted from under, leaving her fingertips pressed against moistened folds of female flesh. Flesh that was startlingly familiar but certainly not hers. Bernadette froze. She really was uncertain about this. Rachel, however, showed no such reluctance.

Her breath scorched hot against Bernadette�s neck and earlobe. Her soft: "Mmmm.Mmmm." a regular acoustic encouragement. Her hips flexed. Sending Bernadette�s cautious fingers skittering back and forth across eager wetness. Rachel librated like she had not noticed or did not care about the change of hand ownership. Despite her inhibitions, Bernadette found this responsiveness exciting. So she explored further. Moving her fingers as if she was touching herself. Pubic hair crushed against her sweating palm. Its texture was fine and downy.

Quite unlike her own. She brushed the sensitive nub of an erect clitoris and began to rub her middle finger just below it. Occasionally she dipped further down into the narrow crevice. Briefly extracting fresh lubrication from the warm pool forming there. Rachel�s vagina sucked hungrily on even a single finger.

It was odd, feeling familiar shapes and textures at her fingertips without experiencing the expected volcanic urges. Rachel seemed to like it though. Her responses were just what Bernadette would have expected. She began biting the inside of her lower lip. Reaching up to knead her own breasts. Vainly attempting to bring her thighs together to trap the sensation between. She was panting hard and palpably turned on. Bernadette kept up a steady rhythm, preventing Rachel from closing her legs with her own.

Rachel pushed harder and the increased resistance caused a contraction in Bernadette�s own groin. Their two bodies were linked in a sympathetic synchronicity of motion and sensation. I watched enthralled as my wife deftly masturbated Rachel. Her middle finger regularly vanished into Rachel�s deep cleft. Returning glistening with dew. It vanished and returned. Vanished and returned. Keeping up a firm and insistent rhythm. Under Bernadette�s skilful coaxing Rachel�s vulva unfurled like a pink blossom.

Now, I could clearly see Bernadette�s fingertip flicking into the dark recess of her vaginal opening. My gaze dropped further to where Rachel�s buttocks flattened against my wife�s pubis. I enjoyed the stark contrast between Rachel�s trimmed blonde lawn and Bernadette�s exuberant sable tangle. The planes of their parted thighs cast dark shadows that hid further details. I pulled myself closer. Bernadette�s vulva now unfolded before my curious gaze. It seemed reddened and engorged from her recent sex. Her darker, innermost lips peeked out inquisitively. They were swollen and purple Almost looked bruised.

As I watched a trickle of opalescent semen spilled out from their nadir. Another man�s semen. Conran�s semen. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Conran�s hand on my shoulder was not entirely unexpected. He helped me to my knees, my erection now laid bare. He smiled knowingly.

I knew that I was not the only one relishing the vision before us. "Why don�t you help?" He suggested, pushing me towards the two sybarites. I shuffled forward until my legs brushed the walls of their inner thighs. The milky girl-scent of their arousal filled my nostrils as I leant forward. Conran�s hand pushed my face down to Rachel�s breast. Before I could object a hard nipple squeezed between my lips. Not that objection was ever in my mind. I teased the nipple with my tongue. Sucking gently.

It was much longer than Bernadette�s and the taste was quite different. Sharper, more piquant. Rachel pushed against me as I reached up to squeeze her small breast. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Enjoying the sounds and smells and tastes of our intimate threesome. I could feel Rachel�s heart pounding against my cheek.

A hand, Bernadette�s I thought, briefly stroked my hair. As my belly pressed against Rachel�s, I could feel both the cold edges of her belly-ring and the restless movements of Bernadette�s hand. She continued to masturbate our sandwiched captive. Suddenly sharp fingernails dug into my shoulder. I opened my eyes with the shock. Rachel had again tilted her face towards Bernadette. They were locked in a fierce French kiss. Tongues flicking and exploring each other�s opened mouths. Their eyes were closed. Totally absorbed in their passion.

It was like I was not even there. I felt both jealous and thrilled by their complete enmeshment. Bernadette�s hand rubbed faster. I could feel it trapped between us. My penis responded with a strong muscular contraction that only added further to the aching heaviness in my testicles. As the contraction subsided I felt cool fingers encompass my erection.

I jumped but did not withdraw. The fingers formed a loose circle just below my glans that tugged me relentlessly forward. Who was I to resist as they pulled me closer and closer to the two women lying beneath me? My penis was brushing across female pubic hair before I realised from the angle that it had to be Bernadette who held me. I had little time to relish the experience before a frictionless funnel of flesh enclosed me. Bernadette�s fingers released me. Instead of their light pressure, an elastic tube now slithered over my penis. Clasping its whole surface uniformly tight.

It felt like I was wrapped in warm, vaselined silk. I belatedly realised that the sensation was totally unlike the usual experience of entering my wife. Bernadette had inexorably lead me directly into Rachel�s ravening vagina. I searched the faces of the two women but they were still totally absorbed in their own kiss. I tried to withdraw, but Rachel�s hands grabbed my buttocks and Bernadette now held onto my right shoulder. Sensing my reluctance they acted in unison to pull me closer.

The snug silkiness sucked me even deeper. I knew it was already too late. The buttery warmth and tightness were too much for me. I managed two short thrusts and moaned and spurted. Moaned and spurted. Each pulse of my resisted orgasm seemed to last forever. Waves of pleasure and shame alternated through me as I shuddered and ejaculated into another woman. Staring directly into the face of my own wife.

Suddenly an earthquake began beneath me. I could feel the quivering storm spread across Rachel�s belly. Her thighs gripped against my sides. Her red lips opened wide against Bernadette�s. Her mouth demanding to be penetrated by another�s tongue. She pressed hard against Bernadette�s palm and now still fingers.

I sucked on her nipple as she bucked and railed against me. Even as the last drops of semen and pleasure poured out of me, Rachel�s inner spasms gripped me closer than I had ever dreamed possible. Bernadette ended her long kiss with a now quiescent Rachel. The smile tingeing her lips confirmed my suspicions. She had planned for us both to come at the same time. Using her clever fingers to ensure that I had no choice but to empty myself into Rachel�s irresistible tightness.

We were even, now. Much later, I lay with my wife snuggled close.

Our bodies formed a jig-saw puzzle fit of her back curled against my front. Both of us were replete with post-coital warmth and langour. My hand rested between her legs. Cupping her vulva. It was still slippery with Conran�s semen. My flaccid penis, coated with Rachel�s drying secretions nestled against her warm buttocks. We watched as Conran and Rachel swayed against each other. Conran sat cross-legged with Rachel facing him. Sitting on his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She snaked sinuously up and down. Her erect nipples brushed against his chest. Her blonde hair tickled his shoulders as she moved.

It fell in a curtain to cover their faces. Warm blood soon flowed to fill my organ again. Its new-found hardness pushed insistently into Bernadette�s buttock cleft. She responded by rubbing against me and parting her legs. Still transfixed by Conran and Rachel�s lovemaking, she reached down and separated my fingers. Satisfied, she coaxed my penis through the narrow gap. Into her familiar softness.

I lay completely still. Allowing her to slowly penetrate herself with me. I could feel the last remnants of Conran�s cum leaking out past my girth.
It ran down my scrotum as she filled herself to the hilt.

She moved lazily over and against me.
I could feel my penis sliding between my fingers and into her body. When she squeezed me with her strong pelvic muscles I knew I would soon add to the sticky wetness commingled inside her. The thought pleased me.

We had both come full circle and found each other again. We watched and came as Rachel and Conran caressed each other inside and out to a lingering orgasm of their own.
Their backs bowed, pelvises thrusting together, arms outstretched behind them in the final throes. Blonde on Black in perfect harmony.
We both knew it then.
Knew it without speaking.
Our days at Conran�s were finally over.

Birthday Surprise Part 2 Many Happy Returns

Written by Molly (August 2000) molly2610@hotmail.com

My tentative footsteps echoed on the bare boards of the wooden floor. For a moment they seemed loud enough to drown the sound of my pounding heartbeat. The room we had entered was very familiar, but not from this particular angle.

The lissom, blonde receptionist who had greeted us at the front desk was anything but familiar. A nametag on her crisp white tunic top indicated that she was called Rachel. Rachel had ticked off our appointment in a heavy, leather-bound journal and escorted us through the empty waiting room with a welcoming if curious smile.

Excitement tinged Bernadette's words: "Isn't it wonderful?"

She grasped my hand and pulled me further into Conran's treatment room. Rachel closed the heavy panelled door behind us with a decisive snick. The pastel walls, the antique dresser, the tall cast-iron candelabras, even the silvered mirror on the vaulted ceiling were all instantly recognisable.

Only one thing had changed. The complex massage couch had been rolled against one wall and replaced by two parallel, sponge mats on the floor. Two towels were neatly folded at their heads next to two flat pillows. I tried to look suitably surprised and impressed under Bernadette's questioning gaze.

I nodded as she added: "This will be the best present ever. You'll see�"

Her fingers reassuringly squeezed mine.

Conran stood by his dresser. Silently observing our interactions, the expression on his striking, sable features totally unfathomable. He lifted one, long fingered hand and indicated the pair of Japanese paper screens. "Please step behind the screens and change whenever ready."

There was a mahogany, Edwardian coat stand behind my screen. Hanging from it were two brass coat-hangers and a thick towelling robe. I kicked off my shoes and balancing on one leg at a time, slipped off my socks. My hands were shaking as I unbuttoned my shirt and draped it over one of the coat hooks. The belt buckle defied my clumsiness, and I forced myself to pause and take three slow, deep breaths.

"What is Bernadette up to?" I wondered, for the umpteenth time since she first told me of her plans for a joint massage at Conran's.

I was not going to find out by hiding behind this screen. Shaking myself free of indecision, the jeans rapidly joined the shirt. The air was pleasantly warm. An unexpected surge of modesty led me to put on the towelling robe before divesting myself of my tight underwear. I could not resist a furtive look up at the ceiling mirror, but no matter how hard I squinted I could see nothing but the room's reflection.

The lights dimmed. I heard match-heads scratch on sandpaper as Conran lit the candles. The mellifluous Voice of Enigma flowed from hidden speakers. By the time I emerged from behind the shielding screen a hypnotic drumbeat was already going strong. Bernadette had beaten me to it and was already at her mat.

She lay on her back, hands casually entwined behind her head. Her voluptuous breasts gleamed unashamedly golden in the soft flickering light. A towel was draped over her pubis. Her robe was nowhere to be seen.

Bernadette's easy nakedness only served to make me even more self-conscious. I held my own robe tightly closed as I crossed to the other mat, a scant metre or so away from hers. I was acutely aware of two sets of eyes on me as I slumped down on my stomach, untied my robe's belt and undulated out of it. I threw the robe to one side in a crumpled bundle and hurriedly used the towel to cover my naked rear. I hoped the candlelight hid my blush. Bernadette smiled a Cheshire Cat smile.

"Who would wish to go first?" asked Conran.

"I will," said Bernadette. Her voice was quiet and sure. Her almond-shaped eyes pierced me with an intensity that I had never seen before. For a moment I felt like a moth spiralling into one of the candle-flames. Then her gaze flicked onto Conran, her expression becoming softer and more inviting. She spread her arms wide and rested her head on the pillow. Her breathing was slow and measured. I could not take my eyes from her. I knew that she knew that.

It was all part of her plans.

Conran moved across the room with the grace and effortless power of a caged black leopard. An electric tension filled the narrowing space between them. I was relegated to the status of a clumsy, earthbound spectator of their numinous linkage.

Conran stood astride her like some Nubian colossus. He looked down on her nakedness with proprietorial interest. Her eyes confidently held his gaze as he lowered himself to a kneeling position. His taut butt pressed lightly against her. His legs folded neatly each side of her body, holding her clasped in a supine position.

Bernadette experienced his confining weight as a welcomed burden. She had no intention of trying to escape. Instead she closed her eyes, wishing to focus her whole attention on what was to follow. She was confident that her husband would be doing enough looking for both of them. His eyes had positively bulged when she first told him of the Birthday present she had organised. The first drops of oil dribbled onto her d�colletage were surprisingly cold. A small shiver of shock and excitement rippled through her.

She could feel Conran's weight shifting against her pelvis as he worked. The earthy scent of the essential oils filled her nostrils as it warmed on her skin. When his first touch came, it was achingly erotic. It engendered vivid memories of her unexpected reactions last time they had been together. Her nipples formed twin rosebuds and a sweet warmth began to swell between her tightly pinned thighs.

His first sweeping effleurage strokes brushed the scented oil into a thin tide that washed over her breasts and swirled around her twitching belly. His touch became more resolute as the lubrication spread. His fingertips seemed to sink below the surface of her skin and meld with the underlying muscles. Her whole body began to pulsate as he moved relentlessly up and down her torso. Her breathing slowed and she found herself suspended in a dreamlike reverie of tactile sensuality and sybaritic memory. A delicious wetness threatened to quench the fire that had grown between her legs.

I watched as her seduction continued. My head rested comfortably on a pillow formed by my forearms. From my close observation position I could see every nuance, every frisson, every tumescence of their coupling. I could witness Bernadette's distracted look. Her brown nipples standing proud of her oiled breasts.

Her head nodding synchronous encouragement to his massage. I could see Conran's laconic smile as he adapted himself to her responses, allowing his hands to linger on her most erogenous areas. He tilted his body forward, allowing himself to slide suggestively back and forth against her pubis. Her pelvis responded with strong upward thrusts, and for a moment I thought they were going to lose their last remnants of self-control. I became acutely aware of my own erectio

n, pinioned uncomfortably beneath me. I looked down, wondering if I might discretely reach down and adjust myself. But before I could move I realised that they had already parted company. Conran climbed to his feet, stretching his long limbs. Bernadette turned to face me with that intensely piercing look again.

Her glistening breasts were heaving but her voice was rock steady: "Now it's your turn."

I decided that perhaps this was not the time to be fiddling with myself and gave her a weak smile in return. What was she up to?

There was a sudden weight on my upper thighs as Conran squatted down. Next there came a gentle pressure as he rested one palm on my lower back. A soothing calm began to spread through me. He moved his hand to the right side of my ribcage, just below the shoulder blades.

Another palm joined the first on the other side and he began to roll his weight forward onto his palms then back onto his heels. On then off. On then off. In perfect time to my breathing. His hands slowly moved downwards, a palm-width at a time. Muscular tension drained out of me with each exhalation. I began to feel totally, absolutely relaxed.

Next he used his thumbs to rub in tiny spirals each side of my spine. The pressure slowly moved up my thoracic spine and into my neck. Breaking up any remnants of muscular knotting. I could feel his weight pressing against me. My mind's eye was suddenly flooded with images of our last visit. His beautiful black body moving in time to Bernadette's pelvic thrusts. Bernadette's fine features contorted in orgasmic rigor. I became aware of Conran's penis pushing against my ass.

I could not help but wonder what it had felt like when he pushed into her for that very first time � had she just accepted it as the natural conclusion of their passion? Or had she tensed rigid with self-consciousness and guilt? Did her emotions change when she felt his warm flesh sliding further inside? Pushing against her receptive, innermost flesh? Conran shifted his weight and my fantastic musings ended.

His thumbs were now pressing firmly into two spots in my loins. It was almost painful in its intensity. I could feel electricity running up and down my spine. It was as if my whole nervous system was becoming charged. The energy began to localise itself in my lower abdomen. My trapped erection grew even tenser. It felt like a bubble was going to burst deep inside me. I had never felt arousal quite like this before.

It all stopped. Conran lifted himself from me.

"Please turn over. I need different oils," was his curt explanation for his departure.

I lifted my head and shook it. I was vaguely aware of him walking over to the dressing table. My limp muscles responded reluctantly. I raised myself onto two elbows and flipped over with a heroic effort. The luscious torpidity spread through me once more. I could barely keep my eyes open. So I closed them.

And waited.

For Conran's return.

I felt a cool hand on my stomach. A tickle of hair stroking against my belly and probing fingers wrapping around my balls. A thumb tucked neatly under my erection, lifting it high into the air. Before I could react, a hot, tight wetness had slipped over its bulging head.

"Ohhhhh, God, that feels so good," went through my mind even as I opened my eyes in shocked disbelief at Conran's actions.

Opened them to my wife's face and defiant eyes. To my penis planted firmly between her glistening lips. She gave the penis one long, lingering final lick and pulled it out of her mouth. The air felt cold and lonely against its sensitive head. She smiled and whispered: "It seemed such a shame to let it lie there. You don't mind, do you?"

I managed a slight shake of my head, and she guided my legs open with her free hand. She climbed over them to make herself comfortable kneeling between. Her dangling breasts brushed against me as she leant forward to kiss the first dewdrops of desire from my dick. Her mouth was soft and yielding as she slid me slowly back inside.

Her sharp teeth briefly scratched against my hardness and the tip of her tongue began to flick at the rounded head. It lingered against the sensitive lower surface then darted in rapid spirals further down the shaft. She increased the pressure with her lips and used them to engulf and withdraw, engulf and withdraw.

Her tongue moulded to form a deep groove for my entry, and vibrated teasingly for my enforced exit. She moved her head in time to the heartbeat drumming of the music and Gregorian chants.

To my surprise the first moan of pleasure emerged from Bernadette, not from me. I felt it vibrating up through my wet shaft. I opened my eyes to see that Conran had returned. He had knelt behind her and begun to massage her back and shoulders. Her obvious approval was reflected in an increased diligence to her task at hand and mouth.

The sensations rippled through me. I could feel my penis jerking uncontrollably within the moist cavern of her mouth, squeezing syrupy pre-cum onto her tongue. My moans joined hers. The music soared. The heavy, sexualised breathing of the female vocalist was an apt counterpoint to our lust.

Bernadette sensed my burgeoning excitement, deliberately slowing her pace to allow me to cool off just short of orgasm. I was not sure whether to be thankful or resentful. She stared up at me, obviously relishing my conflicting emotions. I bundled my pillow tighter under my craning neck, so I could watch her more comfortably.

She grinned and returned her full attentions to my penis. Behind her, Conran poured his attentions onto the smooth curve of her back. His fingers performed the same swirling motions that he had used on me. Bernadette lifted her buttocks high into the air. She pressed them into Conran's waiting groin with a swirling motion all of her own. Conran's hands moved further up her spine, giving him an excuse to push even closer to her revolving hips.

Bernadette felt the contrasting pressures of two erections. The first filled her mouth with the familiar taste, texture and gentle twitches of her husband. The second was a newer sensation. It searched across her buttocks. Smooth satin slid against her hot skin. She rolled it from one buttock to another, enjoying the growing sense of urgency transmitted through Conran's massaging fingers. She flicked her hips, allowing his hardness to come to rest in her buttock cleft. It nestled there in swaddled comfort. She abruptly stopped. Her lips and tongue were still.

Her pelvis was motionless.

She even held her breath.

The moments passed.

Two men groaned softly. Two male organs expected her next action. She exhaled a gust of warm air over the head of one of them and resumed her licking. She moved her rear against the other one. This time vertically. Up and down. Rubbing against the full length of Conran's trapped erection. She could sense his desperate wetness soaking through the thin cloth of his shorts.

Knew that he could not help but respond to her relentless teasing. Her movements were incessant. She gradually opened her legs wider. Patiently awaiting the final breakdown of his self-restraint. It started with the lifting of his left hand from her shoulders.

The hand slid smoothly along the contour of her shoulder blade. It drifted across her sensitised side and briefly came to rest on the curve of her hip. It paused. Sensing the timbre of her movements. Satisfied, it swept down her left buttock cheek. Cupping her fullness in its palm. Then it was gone. His massaging right hand faltered as he struggled to free himself from his by now very sticky shorts.

She waited, focussing her attention on her husband's penis. That too, had suddenly become very hard. His balls had become small and tense in her supportive fingers. Conran was not the only one close to losing control. With evidence of the two men's critical arousal so apparent, the reality of what was happening suddenly struck home. Her heart was beating like a captured bird's. She was giddy and short of breath. Was this really happening to her?

Two men at the same time?

Then she felt it. A resilient, thick stanchion pushing first against her tightened anus then skidding down in self-lubricating slickness to collide with her vulva. She moved her hips in tiny circles, confounding Conran's aim. Reminding him who was in charge here. The head of his penis slid wildly around her entrance, brushing tantalisingly over her profoundly sensitised inner lips.

An exhilarating tingle emanated out from the points of contact. The last of her hesitation vanished. By now she wanted him as much as he wanted her. So she stopped. Allowed Conran to adjust his angle of entry and at last push past the resistance of her engorged introitus. A soft sigh pressed out of her as he buried himself up to his hilt in her compliant, accommodating vagina.

She was now full at both ends. Deliciously, unbelievably full. Filled by two different men. Two contrasting penises. As she moved backwards to take one deeper inside, the other slipped from between her pursed lips. As she moved forwards to wrap her welcoming tongue around the other once more, the first pulled frustratingly out of her stretched vagina. Leaving her emptied and wanting. Wanting and wanton.

She moved and felt.

Moved and felt.

In time to the beat of the music.

She was now oblivious to the responses of the two men attached to the twin sources of her growing pleasure. The sensations were so intense that they left little room for conscious thought. Her first orgasm took her entirely by surprise. There was none of the usual slow build up. Just a sudden bright heat erupting between her legs. She gasped and hurriedly spat her husband out of her mouth in case she bit him during the muscular paroxysms of her first come. Her vagina contracted in rippling pulses.

She came.

Quickly and intensely.


I watched as Conran's struggled to pull down his shorts and release his confined member. It emerged briefly into view, an impressive indigo pole with a dusky, swollen head. He must have been painfully erect since it seemed to take some effort to push it horizontal, desperately seeking Bernadette's hidden entrance. His success was marked by the cessation of her honeyed tongue. A delicate frown briefly crossed her brow.

She began to move. Holding my penis fixed with her right hand she rocked her entire body. Sliding me slowly in and out of her lips. Conran gave up all pretence of massage and shifted both of his hands to her hips. He made no attempt to interfere as she deftly controlled the timing of our entries.

I melted into the music.

Suddenly cold air slapped against my wet penis. Bernadette had popped me out of her mouth without any warning. My penis bumped against her left cheek as she continued moving against Conran. Her flushed face soon clarified the cause of my consternation Her teeth were gritted in the throes of coming. I could not believe how quickly it had happened. This was not like her at all. I watched her orgasm end as abruptly as it had come. Like a tropical squall it blew through her with a fierce intensity then quickly passed on.

She was obviously shaken by the experience. Her rhythm was broken, her muscles lax and shivering. Conran rose to the occasion. His knuckles paled as he tightened his grip on her iliac crests. His forearm muscles flexed as he effortlessly directed her bent torso. First he pulled her ass snugly into his waiting groin.

Then he slowly rolled her off his penis. Like he was reluctantly shedding a favourite angora sweater at the end of a tiring day. His movements exactly matched Bernadette's earlier rhythm. His initial passivity had not been without purpose. To a stunned Bernadette it must have seemed like she was still leading, so subtle was the transfer of control.

Time seemed to stretch out elastically. Measured only by Conran's regular strokes. I was once again drawn into the mix of emotions flitting over my wife's face as this other man slowly and expertly fucked her. It was something I had witnessed before, but this time was different. This time I could feel the heat of their bodies in motion. Smell the musky scents of their mixing emissions.
And look directly into my lover's face as she drowned in the wash of illicit sensuality. Even as I watched her expression changed into the introspective ecstasy of her second orgasm.

My own penis began to feel strangely neglected. It knew all too well what Conran's probing organ was feeling as she came, wrapped tightly around him. Perhaps sensing my unease, Bernadette's fingers began to lightly skim up and down my shaft. Coating it with remnants of massage oil, saliva and my own frustrated juices.

She caught me in the fist of her right hand and forcibly tightened her grip. Her movements echoed Conran's. When Conran sank slowly into her softness, her hand pushed firmly down to clasp the base of my shaft. As he pulled out of her again, she lifted the circle of her fingers to embrace the exquisitely sensitive head.

Up and down.

In and out.

Our ballet of bodies, flesh, skin and hands continued unabated.

The music swirled around us.

Suddenly Bernadette's hand stopped. I looked up to see Conran reaching down to adjust something. Bernadette's rounded buttocks, thrust high into the air, obscured his actions. I noticed a surprised, almost pained expression pass across her face. Conran grinned and slowly pushed his hips forward once more. Bernadette gasped deeply and resumed her exquisite masturbation of me.

My balls retracted, preparing to discharge their pent-up contents. At the very same moment Bernadette shortened her strokes and squeezed me even tighter. Exactly mimicking how I would have changed our love making at this point of no return. Grinding my pubis hard against hers. Barely withdrawing as I plunged even further in. Trying to stretch her insides and fuse our hot bodies together. I knew that must be exactly what Conran was doing right now. Knew that we were all past the point of no return.

My breath came raggedly. Back muscles tensed to raise my penis closer to the source of gratification. My last vision of Bernadette was of her entire body being tossed like a rag-doll by Conran's entry. Her breasts bounced against my inner thighs and her dark hair whisked against my belly.

Her face was buried close to the root of my penis and hidden from my view. Her fingers now squeezed rhythmically as well as pumping up and down. I realised that she was coming for the final time. The vibration was a final straw to my delectable torment. The muscles of my penis gave a long drawn out contraction and I came. Bernadette was lost in the matching rhythms of her moving hand and the penis buried deep inside. Her second climax still jangled in her belly and she wanted more. Needed more. But suddenly, without warning, her vagina contracted around empty air. Conran was gone. She moved her buttocks in a restless, searching pattern. Contacting only his knuckles as they briefly brushed against her sopping wet pubic hair. Her own hand paused, uncertain why one of her lovers had stopped so close to completion.

Then she felt Conran's erection touch her once more. Lubricated with warm olive oil and her own juices, it's head skidded across the sensitive skin between her vulva and anus. She shifted her hips to guide it back into it's rightful place. Inside her avaricious vagina. Instead, Conran moved it deliberately higher. She felt it probing at her anus. Felt it pushing gently but insistently against her tight rosebud. To her great surprise, her sphincter relaxed comfortably under the constant pressure. It gradually parted to form a tight opening. Conran pushed harder and the tip slid just inside. She gasped in alarm as his entry into her continued.

Continued much further than she had ever allowed her husband to go.

Her anus stretched. Then stretched some more. There was a burst of pain as it accommodated the widest part of his glans. She tried to pull away, but his grip on her hips prevented her reflex as his penetration completed. Her anus involuntarily contracted around the narrower shaft. The pain was replaced by a profound pleasure. It emanated out from unfamiliar territory as he slowly moved inside her ass.

She felt the smooth shaft sliding in and out of her and was startled to realise that the initial anal contraction had not stopped but was rhythmically continuing. Pacing each of his thrusts as he moved faster and deeper. With each contraction the pleasure grew. Grew and spread.

Spread to engulf � engulf�

She was much too lost in the invisible flames of her own climax to notice her husband's state. Her hand simply moved in ways that dimly seemed right to her. All she really knew was that she wanted them both to come now At the same time as her own rapture peaked. A hot splash of liquid struck the palm of her hand at the apex of a stroke. It took a moment to realise its significance.

She was missing it.

She altered her grip. Opened her mouth wide and engulfed her husband. The familiar, fluttering throbs of his orgasm began in earnest. His cum hit the roof of her mouth in strong spurts. Her mouth was soon filled. She frantically swallowed, but still it kept coming. Even as she gulped she realised there was a similar flood happening deep inside her. She could picture the hot semen spurting into her darkest, most private parts.

The painful indentations left by Conran's splayed fingers were unmistakable indicators of his climax. Profound orgasmic spasms ran through his body and reverberated into her own frame. She dissolved into the myriad sensations.

No longer caring who was coming where or how.

It was too hard to tell the difference anymore.


Conran pulled out of my wife and carefully sat back, supporting himself on outstretched arms. He was still panting with the effort and covered in a fine dew of sweat. His eyes were glazed and unfocussed in an uncharacteristic loss of self-assurance. Bernadette seemed reluctant to let me leave her mouth, but eventually the awkwardness of her unsupported position got the better of her.

She slumped forward, resting her cheek on my chest and listened to my pounding heartbeat slowing down. She purred and curled cat-like around the aftershocks of her third orgasm. She was warm and soft and completely satisfied in my sheltering arms. I still could not believe it had really happened.

I looked up at the distant ceiling mirror, examining our three reflections. This was certainly a new experience. I was not sure how I should be feeling. I was surprised at my lack of jealousy. Despite knowing full well that it was Conran who had been the most intimate with her. But it was my arms that she rested in now. My trust she had relied on in sharing herself like this. My secret fantasies she was fulfilling.

I have never felt closer to her than I did at that moment.

A sudden movement broke my composure. Had there just been a brief flash behind the mirror? As if someone had briefly pressed their hand and face against the glass. Unintentionally breaking the sanctity of the one way mirror. Could someone have been up there watching us all this time?

I chuckled. "Paranoia," I told myself and relaxed once again. I closed my eyes. I badly needed to rest awhile before we moved. None of us were getting any younger.

And it was my birthday, after all.

Delia's Movie

The Birthday Surprise

Written by molly - molly2610@hotmail.com (August 2000)

A cold shiver ran down my spine despite the heat of the day. It was my wife's birthday celebration and I had reserved us a balcony table at a popular riverside restaurant. Fortunately Bernadette had just lifted a third glass of Chardonnay to her lips and turned to look at the olive green river flowing swiftly by. She missed my momentary break of composure entirely. She turned back to our table and idly began to chase an empty oyster shell around her plate with a silver fork.

"Well, are you ready for your birthday present?" I asked, keeping my voice as steady as I could.

She nodded enthusiastically, her green eyes sparkling. Her black hair was cut in its typical Louise Brooke's bob, and shone with faint auburn highlights in the bright mid-day sun. Her face really should have belonged to a nun, I reflected for the millionth time during our marriage. Chastity, however, was the last thing on my mind for that day.

"Okay, drink up - it's all arranged" I suggested.

Conran was waiting to greet us at his clinic's reception desk. I covertly stared at my wife around the side of my Ray Bans as she checked out his offices. She rapidly took in the curving reception desk, black leather and chrome ultra-modernist chairs and the elaborate acupuncture charts hanging on the sponged walls. She even read the discrete notice on the desk that assured clients of stringent equipment sterilisation practices and added that for additional peace of mind all members of staff were voluntarily screened for HIV. Conran's Health & Beauty clinic was exclusive and expensive. I had made quite certain of that.

Next she appraised Conran. Her eyes travelled up and down his long, taut, six-foot frame taking in his close-cropped hair, deep, brown pools of eyes, axe-blade cheekbones and skin as densely black as the midnight sky. I had chosen him very carefully. His briefing had been long and precise, the negotiations on price rapid and his enthusiasm for the birthday surprise unconditionally guaranteed.

Conran took her boldly by the hand. He was already charming her with his idiosyncratic English in a honeyed baritone. He explained that I had gifted her an afternoon of massage at his competent hands.

I smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be back to pick you up in two or three hours" I skilfully lied, "You just relax and enjoy yourself. Conran knows exactly what he is doing. He really is the best in town."

All according to plan.

She looked dazed as Conran led her away to his inner sanctum. His muscular frame towered over her. His hands never stopped moving lightly over her curves. They were already moulding her to his powerful touch with faint promises of what was to come.

"So far so good," I muttered to myself as I climbed the stairs to the viewing gallery where Conran's students would daily gather behind the mirrored window to observe his techniques.

The cramped, hidden room afforded an unobstructed view into Conran's work area. The floors were polished timber, the walls painted in soft pastel shades, and the wide massage couch boldly occupied centre stage. It was a complex, custom-made affair of soft calf leather and polished stainless steel. Moveable supports enabled the masseur to position arms and legs in any manner they might choose.

Conran had already shown Bernadette behind the changing screen whilst he busied himself spreading white fluffy towels over the table. His bare feet were silent on the hard floor. He carefully made his selection from the bottles of essential oils neatly organised along an antique dressing table. Each bottle was laid to warm to body heat in a water bath. I tried to make myself comfortable on one of the hard chairs. My mouth was already dry with anticipation.

Bernadette emerged from behind the Japanese paper screen. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. A thick towelling robe embroidered with a Ying-Yang symbol shrouded her hourglass figure. Conran invited her to sit up on the couch whilst he explained its workings and how as the massage progressed he would reposition her limbs for better access. His voice carried perfectly, aided by the hidden sound and video system that piped directly into the viewing room.

"Excellent," said Conran, "If you could just take off your robe and lie down faced. Then we start."

He turned his back on her and went to dim the lights at the wall control panel. Faint strains of classical twelve-string guitar began to drift through the room. He walked to his oil bottles and began to remove them from the water bath.

Bernadette hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and slid the robe from her shoulders. She stood in the dim light, robe bundled at her feet, naked and exposed. I could see Conran surreptitiously gazing into the dressing table mirror, assessing her form with a practised, measuring gaze.

Her shoulders were wide; her collar bones sharply accentuated curves that lead his eyes unerringly to her full breasts. Below the gentle swell of her belly a dark triangle of pubic hair nestled between her odalisque thighs. The vision was gone as she nimbly climbed onto the couch and nestled herself face down into its comfortable embrace.

Conran approached with a crimson towel folded over one shoulder. It was a stark slash of colour against his white kimono jacket and black skin. He adjusted her limbs on the couch.

"Is that quite comfortable?" he asked.

She nodded, and he carefully placed the towel over her rounded buttocks. "To ensure your modesty," Conran reassured her.

He oiled his hands and began to knead and pummel her back. His hands never left her as he varied position and pressure from soothing strokes to long, hard presses into tender acupuncture points. Even from my distant vantage point I could tell that my wife's characteristically fierce determination was crumbling.

She lifted her arms languidly above her head and almost imperceptibly parted her thighs. A long, slow back rub had always been a powerful turn on to her and Conran's expertise at his craft made my own efforts seem crass and amateurish.

He moved down to her legs, smoothing her limbs with fragrant oils and working her tense calf muscles with probing thumbs. Never for a second did he disturb the covering towel. That would come later. For now it was important that she develop absolute confidence in him. The massage seemed to go on and on endlessly until his voice finally broke the silence of his intense concentration:

"Now I think we should turn you over and finish you off."

He helped her turn over onto her back and thoughtfully rearranged the towel. Her lush breasts were criss-crossed with red lines where her weight had crushed them flat against the couch, but her nipples were visibly erect. Conran stood at the top of the couch pouring more ylan-ylan and petulie oil onto his lightened palms. He began to massage her shoulders. She gave a long drawn out sigh at the welcome return of his touch. He worked on each of her deltoids then moved onto her pectorals.

Slowly and almost imperceptibly his fingers inched towards her breasts. Bernadette's breath qucikened as she realised his intended destination. Yet she made no effort to stop him as he moulded his hands to cup her wonderfully engorged orbs. Her brown nipples were less obvious now as the wide areolae arose around them.

Her smouldering excitement at last caught aflame. With a quick flick, Conran sent both of his hands skidding down the deep valley between her breasts to liberally coat her abdomen with oil. She groaned. His dancing fingers crept relentlessly down towards her sensitive lower belly.

They lingered there, right at the edges of her pubic triangle, then slowly moved outwards, under the covering towel to stroke her hips. After a long while they emerged from under the towel, only to reach over it and rub the full length of her thighs.

Even Conran's tall frame was doubled over to achieve this. I could picture my wife's dawning realisation that the firm pressure against her cheek could only be one thing. I swear that I noticed her turn her head to gently nuzzle the obvious bulge in Conran's shorts.

Conran straightened, "I can not reach from here, Bernadette. It will only take me but a moment to correct this."

Again his hands never left her as he repositioned himself to her left side. Now he could reach up to her outstretched arms and down to her spread legs. And reach he did as he covered every square inch of her skin with his caresses. For caresses were what they had obviously become.

Despite herself my wife was responding to his ministrations. The way that she bit her bottom lip and dug her fingernails into her palms were sure signs that she was losing control. Her resistance slipped a little more each time she allowed his explorations to go further without protest.

Conran's voice startled me. I had become so intensely drawn into the conflicting looks of moral agony and sensual ecstasy playing across my lover's face.

"I think perhaps you should let me thank you for your kindness and patience today," he suggested.

I was not the only one absorbed by the conflict of desires playing within her, for I don't think she truly understood his comment. Her slight nod was automatic, and more in response to the oscillations that had started in her pelvis than a real answer to his words.

Conran shamelessly slid his left hand deep under the shrouding towel. The colour drained from my wife's lower lip entirely. Her back arced upwards and her knees fell outwards in acquiescence. She allowed his hand unrestricted access to the growing neediness between her legs.

The crimson towel finally gave up its grip and slid to the floor. It somehow seemed an appropriate symbol. She was far beyond anything that could ever be described as modest. She lay naked and revealed, her sexuality scorching from her every pore.

A sudden wave of jealousy caused me to turn away from the scene that I had so carefully construed. This was not what I had expected. Did I really want it to continue? A further movement from Conran inexorably drew my attention back. He withdrew his teasing fingers and calmly walked over to the dressing table as if nothing had happened. I realised that events were going to unfold no matter what I felt. There was nothing I could do to control it now. The pangs of jealousy evaporated. Instead I was filled with an intense, voyeuristic fascination.

Bernadette lay passive and strangely still. Filled with an expectant tranquillity. She no longer thought. She no longer struggled to control her conflicting desires. She only felt. She felt the cooling oil on her skin. The staccato beat of her heart in her throat. The swish of blood in her ears. She felt a warm gush of arousal trickle over her thighs. Her undischarged sexual crescendo lay like a hard, painful knot in her womb. She ached for its release, but could not believe that she could feel so... wanton in the presence of a total stranger.

I eagerly took in every moment of our drama from my secret vigil post. Conran set a serving trolley with a ceramic bowl filled with steaming water, a coarse sea-sponge, a bar of scented soap and a glass filled with effervescent mineral water. He threw a fresh towel over his shoulder and wheeled the trolley over to where my wife lay so uncommonly still. First he supported her head whilst she gulped from the glass. Next he dipped the sponge in the hot water, and with the soap in his other hand began to systematically bathe and dry her.

He gradually moved down her body, washing away the residues of oil. Nary a word was said between them. His touch was visibly brusque and clinical. It was as if he knew that in her present state anything other than that would be too painful. He avoided her pubic region entirely and continued down her legs to her feet.

Her skin soon glowed pink from his tender scrubbing. Only her damp pubic hair continued to bear witness to this afternoon's excesses.

"Would you like me to finish bathing you?" asked Conran solicitously.

"Y-yes," her voice seemed shaky to me.

Conran dipped the sponge into the bowl, squeezed it out and leisurely placed his hand between my beautiful wife's legs for the second time that day.

The knot within her gave a savage twist as the streams of hot, fresh water poured over her vulva and down over her anus to pool at her buttocks. The sea-sponge tormented her aching clitoris as he diligently wiped her clean. The rougher texture of the towel rub finally caused her thighs to spasm clam-tight around both the towel and Conran's hand. She moaned. The tension was just unendurable.

Conran smiled knowingly. His voice was controlled, almost matter of fact: "Would you like me to attend to this last little bit of tension?"

She nodded, no longer trusting herself to speak. Conran seemed hesitant, but the parting of her thighs to release his trapped hand soon cued him into action. He untied his kimono jacket and casually dropped it to the floor.

His torso was lithe, carved ebony. He tucked two thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and slid them down his muscular legs. He stepped out of them and stood naked by her side. His penis was erect and canted slightly to one side. It was difficult to determine its dimensions from this far away.

He bent down to operate the couches controls, splitting it open into a V shape at its foot. Bernadette bent her legs and invitingly shuffled her bum to the new edge of the couch � ready to welcome what ever he had to offer.

He moved around her now spread right knee. I could not help but notice the way that his buttocks dimpled as he walked. He stood between her opened legs. His gaze lingered longingly on her breasts and belly and pouting vulva; laid out for his delight. He looked up again at her face, as if seeking further permission from her. She lifted her head and shoulders, propping herself up on her elbows to watch. Her eyes unerringly locked onto his as he reverently lowered himself to kneel before her.

She felt the first soft nibbling kiss at her innermost thigh and shivered. The kisses moved slowly upwards. The higher they went the faster her heart beat. Closer still they came. Probing now into her fecund nest of pubic hair. At last his rapt face hovered over his ultimate objective. He paused. Deeply inhaling the musky scent of her. She could feel his hot breath on her tender, swollen inner lips.

He breathed in and out. In and out. Then it happened. His lips and tongue and breath and face all buried themselves into her heat and wetness and need. A long, slow surge of pleasure emanated out from her vagina. The wave spread, warming her thighs and sending electric tingles from her belly to her breasts. She collapsed back onto the couch in a forlorn heap. Her legs fell wide in total, absolute surrender.

His tongue flicked around her clitoris, searching to find her rhythm and sensitive spots. His lips vibrated in a low pitched hum that was strangely and uniquely erotic. It seemed to flow right into her body and resonate deep inside her vagina. He finally found the right cadence and pressure. Her pleasure built in rapid, breaking waves. She knew that she was about to come.

Would soon be unable to stop it. Her knees clamped hard together, her thighs pressing tight against his ears, preventing him from moving. Reluctantly forcing his wonderful tongue to stop. She panted with the effort. Her legs shook. Her whole body shook.

Conran looked up at her. Wondering what lingering vestige of ambivalence had forced her to stop his attentions at such a late stage. She could not believe the words were coming from her own lips, but they somehow boiled out of the deep abyss of frustration within her:

"I want you inside me."

She released him and he climbed to his feet. Her juices glistened on his lips and chin. This time was different. This time she reached down to pull his penis towards her. She glided her fingers up and down its length, gauging its breadth and idly reflecting on how different it felt from her husband's familiar shape. Conran looked surprised as she started to rub its circumcised head against her creamy wetness.

His eyes closed.

I knew exactly what he would be feeling as she went through her preparation for his entry.

First she slid him up and down. Up and down. Using his penis to anoint her clitoris and allowing their lubrications to mix. Then she pulled just the tip of him into her vestibule, allowing him to discover the tightness of the strong ring of muscles guarding her innermost sanctuary. The same muscles that would milk him dry when she eventually came. I watched as her feet locked behind his buttocks to pull him closer still. Deeper still.

Now he would be feeling that circle of resistance descending over the head of his penis and tightly gripping his shaft. Next he would be experiencing the vast silky expanses of her vagina � its promises of infinite pleasure and infinite capacity for his ejaculation. Finally he would touch the sponginess of her undefended cervix, ready and waiting to soak up his cum.

She moved her hands to his pelvis and used them to control the pace and depth of his movements. She guided him slowly in and out of her. In and out. I knew that she would be using her wonderful muscle tone to grip him especially hard as he pulled out of her. Subtly encouraging him to plunge ever inwards and never leave her depths again. It was now Conran's turn to shiver.

The animal rhythm of the fuck claimed them both. A sheen of sweat seemed to coat their skins. I noticed a blotchy, scarlet flush beginning to spread across my lover's throat. She quickened the pace. Her lips parted.

Her nostrils flared. Her breasts slapped against her chest with the intensity of their rocking. Conran was panting too. His hands gripped her bum fast as he lifted her pelvis high into the air to deepen his long strokes. It seemed to work. Her heels spurred him on even faster. She seemed to be commanding a galloping stallion. She suddenly lifted her head from the couch.

Her hands grasped his biceps and she pulled him down on top of her. Her legs simultaneously flexed at the hips and doubled at the knees for maximum penetration. Conran shifted his grip from her buttocks. His hands slid under her armpits to firmly hold her shoulders. He pulled her smooth body relentlessly down towards his pounding ass. His blackness enshrouded and penetrated her. Her hands were twin splashes of white on his lower back.

I knew that her release was close. Had maybe already begun. Her fingers clawed at his back leaving long welts on his dark skin. Her eyes screwed tightly shut. Her head tossed to one side as if she was desperate to draw breath. Suddenly she opened her mouth wide and bit down on his shoulder. Her hips jerked spasmodically. I knew that she was coming hard. Coming around another man's penis.

Wringing the last drop of semen right out of him. For I had little doubt that one orgasm had triggered another. Conran's impassioned gasps and deep thrusts were quite unmistakable. It seemed that their synergistic orgasms would never stop, but eventually their locked bodies rolled to a long, slow, shuddering halt. Conran partially collapsed his weight on top of her. Completely drained by her rapacious hunger.

The moment hung as if suspended in time and space.

Slowly she loosened her bite. Her green eyes opened and she lifted her proud chin. She stared straight past Conran's bruised shoulder. Up past the dimmed lights. Straight through the one way mirror and into my eyes. Was it me or her own reflection that she spoke to when she mouthed a silent:

"Happy Birthday,"

I wondered?

Maybe I would find out next year.

Sissy Husband Part I

Written by Connie (August 2000)

As usual, you were asleep when I got home after working late on a project.
When I walked into the bedroom you were laying uncovered on the bed exposing your long beautiful legs and I could see your right breast through the side of your sexy nightgown.

The sight of your beautiful body made me instantly horny. I knew from experience that I didn't dare wake you up for sex. You get angry when I do that and I end up not getting any sex for several days. So once again I was going to have to go to bed stiff and unhappy. I took one more look at your sexy body and headed off to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

When I went to put my dirty clothes in the laundry hamper I found a pair of your sexy black lace panties sitting on top of the clothes in the hamper. I was surprised to see them there as you usually only wear them when we are planning a night of sex.

I took your panties out of the hamper and examined them in the light. The crotch of the panties was soaked and there were thick strands of a sticky substance coating the material. I was stunned to think that my bride of 20 years had been fucked that night.

I brought the crotch of the panties up to my nose and smelled them. I immediately smelled the strong pungent scent of both your sex and that of a man's cum. As I stared at your panties I had a vision of some guy stroking a big cock in and out of your pussy.

To my surprise, the image in my head, instead of making me sick, was giving me an erection. Unknowingly, as I held your panties up to my face, my right hand descended to my penis and began rubbing my shaft. I first just smelt your panties, but as I became more aroused, I began to lick and suck on the cum-soaked crotch.

Soon, I exploded in a massive orgasm. I felt like I was in a trance as I went to the guest bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I was confused about what I found, how I felt about it and what I should do. That night I slept in the spare bedroom, but only after I put your panties on and masturbated again.

When I woke in the morning I hid your panties under the bed in the spare bedroom and went to get ready for work. You were still asleep when I went into our bedroom to get dressed. I decided not to say anything about your apparent affair until I had more time to think things over. When you got up you didn't say anything about my not coming to bed that night so I guessed that you didn't know that I had slept in the spare bedroom.

You seemed a little nervous but if I hadn't seen the cum in your panties, I never would have guessed that anything was wrong. When you finally spoke you said, "What time did you get home last night? I never heard you come in."
I said, "I came home around midnight as usual."
I didn't offer any more information than that. Then I asked, "What did you do last night?" The question didn't seem to bother you.

You looked at me and said, "I just watched TV and read a little. I went to bed early."
I thought to myself, "I already know you went to bed early, but whom did you go to bed with?"
But I didn't say anything out loud. I just got my briefcase and left for work.

I didn't get much work done that day. I kept thinking about you fucking some other guy. I tried to imagine who it could be but no one came to mind. I couldn't understand the emotions I was feeling.
One minute I was extremely angry and planning to ask for a divorce then next minute I was feeling that the whole thing was my fault and I should apologize to you for not fucking you the way you needed to be fucked - hard and often. I knew my cock wasn't as large as you would have liked, and I would often came much too quickly for you. While I fantasized about being feminized and being your sissy, you needed a big man to fill your pussy on a regular basis.

I felt as though in a way, you deserved to find comfort in the arms and on the cock of another man. What I finally decided to do was just tell you what I knew. I waited till after dinner to bring the topic up.
After we went to bed, I got up out of bed and went into the spare bedroom to get the panties that I had hidden under the bed. I returned to our bedroom and after getting into bed with you, I showed you the panties I had found and said that I had noticed that the crotch appeared to have a load of man's cum. I reminded you that you hadn't let me fuck you in over of week.

I then told you that I had smelled and then licked and tasted the cum in your panties. I asked if you could explain how your sexy panties had become so cum-soaked. You smiled wickedly and said you could. But first you asked if I had touched myself while I was licking the crotch of your panties.

I admitted to you that I had. You said, "Good, Tim. That makes things easier."
You said that you would explain everything to me tomorrow night - Friday night. That night, when I came home from work, I found you dressed as sexily as ever. You had worn a short black miniskirt, with a sexy white blouse. You weren't wearing panties or a bra.

You teased and encouraged me and told me how much you loved me.
After much heavy petting and kissing, you said we would play some games and make love and then we would talk about "that other thing."

I was extremely aroused by you and you were much more dominant than usual. Knowing my fantasies, you showed me a bra and panties you wanted me to put on. I became very submissive, and when you handed me shaving gel and a razor, and told me to shave my arms, legs and chest, I didn't resist.

I went into the shower and proceeded to shave my manhood away, while you prepared your little surprise. Several times you checked on me, and said you had some makeup and a wig for me to use. You told me that you didn't think I needed any help getting dolled up, because you knew I had been secretly cross-dressing and using your make up for quite some time. You said that you were going downstairs and take care of some business while "I did my thing."

I completed shaving, and dried myself off. Then I got into the lingerie you had laid out for me and stepped into the pair of sexy high-heels you had bought for me. Then I began putting my makeup on. You had sent the kids off for the weekend and had developed a plan with you new lover - a young, black doctor who worked at the hospital with you. After I had finished with my makeup and wig, I looked at my reflection in the mirror with absolute excitement.

My cock stuck stiffly out of the pink panties I was wearing and I gently rubbed while I checked my make-up in the mirror. Then I heard laughter coming from the bedroom. I headed for the bedroom on somewhat wobbly legs with my high heels, but I was still nice and relaxed.

As I opened the door to the bedroom, I was completely shocked.
I saw you and this unknown black man sitting on our bed. You were both fully clothed, but it was still very obvious that you had been doing a little more than talking while I was fantasizing in the bathroom.

Jim's shirt was undone, and there were a few red lipstick marks on his chest. Your blouse was undone, your bra-less breasts exposed, and your nipples were sticking out hard. You both looked a little flushed, and you both smiled as you saw me open the door. You looked at each other and giggled, as if sharing a private joke.

You smiled at me and then looked back at Jim and winked, as if you were saying, "See, I told you my husband is a sissy."
I was immediately embarrassed, but you were the first to speak as you greeted me. "Hi Honey," you said.
"You look terrific. Come here, I want you to meet someone."
Then Jim spoke; "Yeah, Connie has told me all about you."

You led me to a reclining chair you had put across from the bed, and I sat down, crossing my legs. Then you went back over and sat down by Jim, running your hand gently across his back. You introduced me to him and said that he and you worked together at the hospital.

You then said, "Jim - I'd like you meet Timmy, my sissy husband."
You could tell I immediately became very nervous and defensive, so you got up and strolled over to me walking sexily in your miniskirt and heels. Your breasts were swinging lustily as you walked, and then you leaned over me, kissed me deeply, and squeezed my now hard cock that was sticking up out of the pink panties I was wearing.

"You've been waiting for this for a long time, my little lover," you teased.
"Look at how stiff your little prick is? I want you to just sit back for a bit, and enjoy, little Timmy," you told me, "Hopefully, you'll enjoy as much as I will."

Then you gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. Jim then got up and joined you beside me, and it was then that I noticed the scarves he had been hiding behind his back. I must have jumped a little, because you tightened your grip on my cock, and told me to just be still. With that, Jim tied a scarf around one of my wrists, and then the other. He then bound both arms to the rockers of the recliner so that I couldn't move my arms. I was torn, because I didn't know if I wanted to do this.

At the same time, you were stroking my cock firmly through my pink panties and making me feel so good. Jim then bound each of my legs, spread open, to the scarves that stretched from my bound wrists. You smiled and said, "Hmmm baby, your cock is harder than ever - I knew you'd like this!"
You were right. My cock was harder than I can ever remember. With that, you released your grip on my throbbing erection, and you and Jim walked back over to the bed. You both made no secret of wanting each other.

As soon you stood at the foot of the bed, you embraced and started kissing. Although your mouths were closed, I could see each of your tongues as they licked and kissed each other. You then started stripping each other's clothes off. You were naked first, and I could swear I could see your pussy juices flowing.
Jim was down to his underwear, and then you used both hands and pulled them off. When Jim's cock sprang free, I could see he was huge.

I was not overly proud of my manhood, but I wasn't embarrassed either. But Jim was at least six inches longer than I was, and at least twice as thick. He hadn't been cut either and his thick foreskin hung in great folds over the head of his penis.
I must have let out a feminine gasp, because Jim just smiled, and turned to look at me and said, "What's the matter? Are you afraid of how much your wife is gonna like this?" I just sat there - bound - and with my mouth open, unable to speak. It wasn't just the size of his cock that had me speechless, but his balls were also twice the size of mine. I knew how much that turns you on.

When I didn't answer; Jim turned back to you and slowly began to fondle your right breast. With both of you naked now, you started kissing once again. I watched helplessly as your hand descended to his groin and wrapped around his thick shaft. You then started stroking your new lover. Jim lowered his mouth to your left breast, and started sucking your nipple.

You groaned, and stroked him faster. Then Jim started a running dialogue that he kept up throughout your entire lovemaking. His lips broke from your nipple and he said, "You think this cock is gonna be big enough for you baby?" You hissed through clinched teeth, "God yes." With that, Jim commanded you to get on your knees and suck him.

There wasn't even a second's hesitation on your part. Sinking to your knees, your tongue licked his massive head, and then your lips parted and you sucked him in. Even though I couldn't come close to touching myself, my cock was bobbing back and forth in time to your bobbing head, and sucking mouth on Jim's cock. Jim was no longer even touching your nipples; he was running his fingers through your hair as you sucked your man.

I watched in amazement and heard you moan, groan, and make sighing sounds as your hot lips and tongue sucked his cock like it was the best thing you had ever tasted. Jim's head was tilted back, and his eyes closed as he enjoyed your blowjob. After a few minutes Jim looked right at me and smiled and said, "God, your wife can really suck cock - does she do this to you, little girl?" I just closed my eyes and sighed as I realized it had been ages since you had taken my tiny cock in your mouth. Just then, Jim reached his orgasm, and he emptied his massive balls into your hungry mouth.

I could see you swallowing his cum and you moaned as you slurped and swallowed all of his love juice. Jim's back arched, and he shot one final load into your mouth. You held out your tongue for your black lover to deposit his gift for you.
Then you swallowed every drop. When he had finally finished his orgasm, you lovingly licked his cock clean, and then licked his balls tenderly, enjoying the moment. I thought my cock was going to rip open as I watched you make love to his balls with your sticky lips & tongue. Eventually he pushed you away, and then helped you over to where I was sitting, still bound by your scarves.

You placed your hand on my cock and gently stroked it. I was ready to explode immediately, and you sensed it and stopped stroking. "Is my little sissy excited?" you purred. That only made me moan even loader. "I bet you are, lover," you finished. Then you gave my ear a little bite.

Jim watched for a couple of minutes, and then he stood. His now semi-hard cock was only inches from my face, and he looked over at you and gave you a heavy French kiss. After he kissed you, you pulled away from his mouth and gently bit his lower lip with your teeth.

You looked down at me in my panties and bra, with my face made up and told me to suck Jim's cock and make it hard so he could fuck you with it. "With your red lipstick Timmy, I know your lips will look real sexy wrapped around my lover's cock," you teased. Jim's cockhead touched my lips; and when I didn't open my mouth right away, you reached down and grabbed my cock with your hand.

You squeezed my little cockhead and commanded me again to suck your black lover, and get him ready to use your cunt. This time I did as I was told, and opened my mouth. His massive cock slid between my lips, and I began to lick and suck. While I did, I looked up at you. Jim was playing with your nipples, but you were just looking down at me and smiling with love in your eyes. Just as you had finally got what you had desired and needed by taking a black lover, I was obviously fulfilling a lifelong fantasy of mine by sucking his cock.

You softly caressed my shoulders and ran your fingernails across my back as you watched me suck cock for this first time. With my hands bound, it was somewhat difficult to keep Jim's thick cock from slipping out of my mouth from time to time, but each time your lover's cock fell out of my mouth, you quickly grabbed it and reinserted it in front of my face. I instinctively opened my mouth each time and you but the cock where you wanted it while smiling. It didn't take Jim long to get fully erect again, and when he did, he pulled out of my mouth. Jim grabbed your hand and led you back to the bed.

You never even looked back at me as he pulled you down to the bed. After propping your head with our pillows like you and I had previously done a million times during our marriage, you sexily spread your legs wide for your new lover. Jim was good at teasing, and he slowly rubbed the head of his cock across your clit, and between your wet pussy lips. He didn't enter you yet, though. You were moaning and your hips were grinding as you tried to get his cock inside of your eager cunt.

Finally, Jim ran his huge black cockhead up and down your glistening slit, and slowed his teasing. He then reached under you and grabbed your ass and slowly slid into your waiting pussy. You almost screamed, as you moaned with desire. You ran your hands over his chest and purred, "Yes - oh God - yes - fuck me lover - make me cum." Jim was in control, but he didn't just slam into you.

He knew exactly what he was doing, as he slowly slid each massive inch inside your hot fuckhole. I watched in amazement and excitement as you gave your new black stud everything that had always been reserved for just me. Jim was taking his time with you, and your bodies just seemed to mesh.

It was quite obvious to me that you had been fucking one another quite frequently since your affair had begun. I watched as your legs spread wide, and your hands clutched his ass, trying to draw him deeper inside your cunt. When he finally had his full length in you, you wrapped your legs together behind his firm, black ass. You looked dreamily up at him while he filled every inch of your womanhood. I saw you begin to shake.

Your nipples got even harder, and you began to pant heavily. I could see that the first of many orgasms was rocking your sexy body. Jim smiled a deep and warm smile, and he gave you a French kiss that you eagerly returned. As you sucked his tongue into your mouth, Jim remained still, with his big black cock buried all the way in you. His cock had completely disappeared into your love tunnel and his balls were resting against your ass.

You had every inch of him inside you and it felt wonderful. As you looked over at me, you noticed my eyes staring at your union, and you followed my gaze down to your groin. With all of Jim's beautiful cock inside your hungry pussy, you smiled wickedly at me and slowly began to grind against him. Soon, your hips began to buck wildly and you gasped even louder.

Your first orgasm of the fuck was about to take you. Then you exploded in ecstasy. Jim rode you through your orgasm, and then he started slowly fucking you. While I watched you two, I remembered the times when I had fucked you and gave you an orgasm.

Sometimes, after a few minutes of rest, I could get hard and give you another climax. But the way you and Jim made love was totally different. It was like your orgasm never ended. For almost ten minutes you bucked and fucked back at your black lover like you had never done with me. You would slow for a minute, and then slam your pussy as hard as ever onto his thick rod as you repeatedly came.

I could plainly see that he was giving you a tremendous multiple orgasm. I know it was at least 10 minutes, because I could feel every tick of the clock as my own cock bobbed to the seconds. I truly felt deep love and satisfaction for you. I could see you were being sexually satisfied in a different and better way than I could ever do. It didn't make me feel ashamed or jealous - I was happy for you. It was such a turn on to watch as you lost all control, and let your body enjoy all of the sensations you were experiencing.

Again, being an experienced and good lover, Jim let you ride through several orgasms, and when you finally slowed a bit, he withdrew. I could see the look on your face as the object of your pleasure was taken away.

After he pulled his cock from you, he flipped you over on your tummy. He then grabbed a pillow, and slid it under your pelvis. This meant you were still resting on your tummy on the bed, but your ass was now sticking very invitingly into the air. You looked over your shoulder, first at me and then at Jim, and stuck your ass up even further.

You begged him to fuck you. You sighed, and said, "God I need your cock bad - put that big black cock where it belongs, lover."
Jim just smiled at me as he slipped his cock inside your hungry pussy. "Your wife is one hot bitch, Timmy.Too bad you can't satisfy her. I bet I can," he said.

He then became a little more forceful in his thrusting, and as he did he grasped your hair and pulled your head up. It was by no means a rough treatment, just two lovers in the heat of passion.

And you loved it. I'd never seen you like this - your ass thrusting back to meet every thrust he made, his hand pulling your hair as he fucked you harder than I thought possible. The ultimate turn on was when he kept asking you if you liked his black cock in your pussy and you panted between groans, "Oh God yes - yes." I continued to watch you both with a raging hard-on and after what seemed like another twenty minutes, and several more orgasms for you later, I could see Jim's balls begin to tighten up.

His tempo increased, and his balls slapped your ass even harder and faster. I could see his cock begin to pulse, and he started cumming inside you. On your hands and knees, you looked as sexy as ever, and your entire body started to tremble as your orgasm joined that of your lover's.

All you could do was hold on and scream. "Oh yes, lover - yes. Cum inside me babe. Fill me up," you moaned. You squeezed your cunt lips tightly around your new lover's cock as you sexily began to milk his ejaculate into your womb. You felt great gobs of his seed spurt deeply into your womanhood, and you seemed more content than ever. Finally, your rhythm slowed as he shot his final load into you. You reached behind you

and pulled him close to you as you closed your eyes in ecstasy. Both of your bodies were hot and sweaty, and your pussy was a wet mess. Jim's cock was covered with both your love juice and his hot cum as he slowly withdrew from you. For a few moments, you both just lied side by side in the bed. You snuggled together and tenderly rubbed his cock up and down as he caressed your tits.

You were completely spent. After a few soft kisses, Jim helped you up and you both walked over to me. This time when Jim stuck his cock in my face, I didn't need a command from you. I hungrily began to lick and suck him clean of your love juices. His salty cum, mixed with your sweet sex tasted incredible. As I sucked your new lover, you finally rewarded me by untying the scarves that held my right hand. You gave me permission to masturbate and I began beating my meat rapidly. As you expected, I exploded in little over a minute.

I came all over the bra and panties I was wearing and you and Jim just laughed. "See Jim. I told you Timmy never lasts very long," you purred, "He's such a wimp. But I bet we can turn him into a pretty good cock-sucker." You had me finish licking Jim's cock and balls clean and then told me to lie on the floor on my back. Then you squatted above me and let your lover's cum slowly drip out of your well-fucked pussy and into my mouth.

After I had licked you, you sent me to the bathroom to clean myself up and put some fresh lipstick on. When it was all over, I don't think any of us had the energy to speak for several minutes. You and Jim snuggled on the bed as I came back from the bathroom. I watched helplessly as Jim dressed and then you walked him to the door and kissed him goodnight.

You thanked him for the most wonderful fuck of your life and told him you would think of him all night as his semen lay in your fertile womb.

After you closed the door, you came back to me, your sissy husband.






You asked if I thought I could get it up again so soon after touching myself and I meekly nodded yes.
Both you & I knew that this would probably be one of the last time times you would fuck me, and so you sexily said, "would you like sloppy seconds, little girl?"

Again I nodded yes, and so with a wicked smile you led me to our closet and pulled out a blouse, skirt, and a purse.
"Here, Timmy - put these on. I need you to go to the store for me," you said.
"Wait a minute honey, I can't go out like this. You know that," I stammered.
"Yes you can, and you will," you replied flatly.
"If you want to fuck me, that is," you finished. I asked, "What do you mean, Connie?" "It's simple," you said.
"Get dressed and get ready to go to the store for me. Your first foray into public ought to be real exciting for you, honey." I meekly began to button the blouse and slip on the skirt.

You looked me over, smiled, and handed me some money to put in my purse. "You don't look too bad, but we can better," you purred.
"It's late and you look presentable, I guess."
I just stared at you. "Don't just stand there silly. I'm getting tired. Get going," you commanded.

As you walked, into the bathroom, I asked you what to get at the store. "Let's see, what would a good little sissy need? I know. Buy some condoms," you replied.
"But honey," I stammered, Jim already came inside you. We don't need condoms."

Again, you looked at me wickedly and said, "They're not for Jim, sissy. They're for you! From now on, if you're lucky enough for me to fuck you, I'll only let you enter me if you wear a condom."

As I turned to leave, humiliated yet excited, you called out, "And honey, you cooed, "pick up a box of tampons for me too, since you're all dressed up. Get the super size. I think you'll have to start using them before too long."

I almost exploded in my panties again. With that, I went to the store, more frightened, yet excited than ever. When I returned from my errand, my heart was pounding as I entered the safety of our house. I wondered if anyone had recognized me. You asked me how it went and I couldn't even talk, I was so scared.

You led me back to our bed and had me take off my heels, skirt and blouse. Of course, I was rock hard, and you asked me to give me the bag from the store. You smiled as you looked at the packet of condoms I had purchased and then took out the box of tampons.

You threw a condom over to me and put the tampons in the bathroom, saying that you'd show me how to use them tomorrow. Then you kissed me on the cheek and told me how proud you were of me for accepting this "change of things."

You got into bed and laid on your back. Then I knelt between your legs and you told me to put on the condom. I meekly mentioned that using a condom was something you had not asked your black lover to do, and you casually explained that you didn't mind him planting his seed in you, but you didn't want my cum mixed with Jim's inside your pussy.

"You'll never put your little cock in my cunt without a rubber again, my little sissy," you hissed, "and if you don't like it, you can just masturbate instead." I told you I wanted you to let me inside of you and that I'd happily use condoms from now on, if those were your rules.
"Good girl," you replied, "and also - from now on, after you cum in your condom, you'll drink the sperm from it before you flush it, do you understand?"

Totally humiliated, I nodded yes. I tried to recover a little dignity by asking, "But what about Jim cumming inside you, lover? Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"
You just smiled to yourself and replied, "Not really, Timmy. If I get pregnant, I get pregnant."

I stammered in disbelief, "But what about the baby, it'll be black, and everyone will know you've been fooling around?"
"So what?" you responded meanly, "at least I'll have been knocked up by a real man, instead of a sissy. I'll carry his child full term proudly. And as far as everyone knowing about our 'new arrangement,' I don't think that will surprise too many of our friends. In the next few weeks I'm going to completely sissify you. You'll have your ears pierced, your hair permed, and a sweet set a pink nails before too long. I don't think anyone will accuse you of being man enough to get me pregnant by the end of the month. Don't think your new role will be just confined to the bedroom.
That's what you've always wanted and I finally decided to give it to you! And I hope you don't think I'm not going out in public with Jim - he knows how to make me feel like a real woman and I want to have him meet our friends."

As a final humiliation, you said, "Okay, stick your little cock in. Let's get this over with."

With that, you let out an audible yawn and turned your head to the side, looking away. As I stuck my little penis in your still hot pussy, you told me how pretty I looked as your new girl slave, and you rubbed your hands over my chest and smiled. I couldn't control myself and I quickly exploded, in less than 30 seconds.

You wickedly smiled again, with a knowing smirk on your face. "I knew you wouldn't last long, you little bitch," you teased. You said weren't surprised, and you hadn't been expecting a long or rough fuck. You were tired after making love to Jim for over two hours. You just smiled and pushed me off of you. Then you said, "C'mon Timmy, you know what to do next."

You watched as I obediently milked all of my ejaculate into the end of the condom and then took it off. I sheepishly handed you the condom and then you assertively held if over my head and told me to open my mouth.

I did as you commanded and you turned the condom upside down and put my sperm back inside me, giggling while you remarked, "Oh, you are a little bitch, aren't you? From now on, your sperm belongs in your mouth, and Jim's belongs in my pussy. Understand?"

Then we laid in bed together for a while, not talking, just thinking. Finally, you broke the silence and turned to face me. You held my face in your hands and said you had hoped that my orgasm was as satisfying for me and yours were for you. Once I had slowed my breathing down, you softly caressed my smooth-shaven chest and legs.
You sexily whispered into my ear, "Timmy I need a real man to fuck me, not a sissy. You'll still be my husband, but I'll let Jim and others have the privilege of fucking me in the future. I hope that's okay with you," you explained.
"In the meantime, you can continue to dress up and touch yourself when I give you permission. In fact, tomorrow we're going shopping to get you some stuff to make you more presentable. And if you're a good little bitch, maybe I'll even let you get fucked once in a while," you finished.

"Now tomorrow, since the kids are gone and it's the weekend, Jim is coming over for the night. Maybe we'll let you watch a little, but you'll have to sleep in the spare bedroom. Jim's going to sleep in our bed with me," you said. Looking directly at me, you finished, "That's not a problem, is it?"

Looking totally humiliated, I shyly answered, "No." As you got up, you looked over your shoulder at me and purred, "And another thing, Tim I assume you don't have any other questions about the cum in my panties. Don't be surprised if you see more of that in the future."

Madison (19), Kari (18) and Cute Guy in Threesome

Nipple piercing

Written by Connie (August 2000)

Quite a lot of your fantasies began to center around having your nipples pierced because of the fantasies your husband would tell you about when you made love.
You secretly wanted to make love to another woman - it had been years since you had done that back in college and it was so exciting - so taboo - so romantic that you longed for it greatly.

The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to have another lesbian affair, and you wondered if your husband would really arrange for it and allow you that pleasure if you really did get your nipples pierced.

During the times your husband was away on business, you would masturbate and think of getting pierced. Your strongest fantasy involved being pierced "against your will" while in various bound positions.
Subconsciously, perhaps you thought this would allow you to become the lesbian bitch you've always wanted to be without asking for it.

You finally decided that you would get your nipples pierced the very next time your husband went away on business, but you had the problem of finding someone to do it.
Lacking a reliable and safe person to do the piercing, you wondered what you should do. Then, just as fate sometimes gives us a push, you met a woman named Lisa, who was a friend of a girl that does your nails at the salon.

She had come by to visit your nail tech one day, and you just began to chat. She was a very sexy lady, maybe a little younger than you, who seemed very self confident.
While talking to her you noticed an odd shape under her shirt at the end of each breast.

Well, she immediately realized what you were looking at and matter-of-factly explained to you in hushed tones that she had both of her nipples pierced several months ago.
Lisa had gone to a local person that she highly recommended - his name was Steve. Lisa also shared with you that she was bisexual and asked you what you liked. You just blushed. You both went to the back of the salon to the ladies room and Lisa showed you her nipples.

At the base of each nipple there hung a heavy gold ring. Lisa explained that when her Mistress had pierced her, she had used permanent rings that had been glued together. She said she found the thought of never being able to remove her nipple rings for the rest of her days very exciting.

She said her Mistress would use the rings while training her to be her love slave. Lisa said her Mistress would pull on her tits with chains connected to the rings, and attach heavy weights to each ring as a form of punishment.

Sometimes she would have her tits joined together by the rings with a sexy gold lock for the whole night. She explained that her most intense punishment was when her Mistress would chain her to the floor by her nipple rings and then make her rise up to lick her cunt.

She was always chained just inches from her Mistress' soaking pussy, and if she couldn't reach her with her tongue, she would be whipped on the ass.
To avoid the beatings, Lisa would get up on her hands and knees, exactly like a bitch in heat, and have to pull away from the floor, fully extending her tongue.

The chains would pull miserably at her sweet nipples, but she loved the pain and the reward of licking cunt. Lisa let you touch her nipples and rings, and you found them (and her) to be very erotic.

When you pointed out that she was very matter-of-fact about this with someone she hardly knew she confessed that it was because she was attracted to you. And thus began a very interesting friendship.

Lisa arranged for you to meet her friend, Steve to discuss your desire to have your nipples pierced before your husband came back to town. The next night you met Lisa and she took you over to Steve's house. Steve was a good-looking black man in his mid thirties who you could quickly tell knew how to please a woman, especially a horny white woman in her mid forties, with sex on her mind.

Over drinks later that evening, Steve and Lisa helped you decide what you wanted to do about getting your nipples pierced. You decided that you wanted 14 gauge rings - nice thick ones - the same as Lisa had. And you wanted the rings to be permanent - you didn't want to turn back. You knew that after you had been pierced that people would notice your nipples, depending on what you wore, but that was exactly what you longed for.

You also decided that you wanted to enact your fantasies and have it done "forcibly". The fear that the pain would be more than you could deal with was your main concern but you also found this to be very exciting.

Steve agreed to pierce your nipples the next night, and invited you to come back with Lisa in your sexiest outfit. After a great deal of thought, you asked that nothing be used to dull the pain except ice (which was recommended by Lisa). The next morning, as you showered to get ready for work, you ran your hands over your nipples and thought about what lay in store for you later in the evening. Just touching your nipples gave you the most exciting orgasm - you held your breath as you shuddered with excitement.

All through the day, you found yourself feeling very scared at times and excited at others. It took a great deal of will to keep from backing out of the arrangement. After work, you shaved your legs, took a long bath, and then got all dolled up. You met Lisa in your sexy leather miniskirt and a sheer white blouse. You both then drove to Steve's house. Initially, all three of you just sat in the living room and talked for a while about the fantasy part of what you wanted.

After you had relaxed somewhat Lisa and Steve took you down to the basement where you found a large wooden X - frame waiting for you. Lisa sexily began to remove your clothes while Steve began to undress in front of you.

As you were being strapped to the X - frame you found yourself becoming frightened once again but also becoming very excited and very wet. When you was securely bound, Lisa removed her clothes and began to explore and fondle every inch of your helpless body.

Not wanting to miss out on a good thing, Steve joined her and soon they were playing with your breasts, biting your nipples and stroking and licking your pussy. After a short while it became obvious that they weren't going to let you cum no matter how much you begged them.

Lisa declared that you were much too noisy. She then removed her panties, rubbed them up and down her glistening slit, and then stuffed them in your mouth.
She then stepped around behind you and fastened the gag with one of her stockings. You just let out a muffled moan.

While Steve went back upstairs Lisa proceeded to clean your right nipple and the surrounding area with alcohol and then tied a piece of dental floss very tightly around the base of your nipple (which by now was extremely hard). She explained this would cut off the blood circulation to your nipple and make the piercing easier for you.

Steve soon returned with several needles, the nipple rings you had selected, and a bowel of ice. While he prepared these Lisa went behind you again and soon you felt a vibrator working on your pussy from behind. After a few moments, this was joined by another one working on your ass.

It was quite frustrating being virtually unable to move your body but you gave it your best effort and succeeded in thrashing your hips back and forth a little. Steve took two ice cubes and applied them to the sides of your right nipple for a little while. He just smiled at you and sexily ran his tongue over his lips.

After a moment, he put the ice cubes away and picked up a very serious looking needle. He quickly unwound the dental floss from around the base of your nipple and then roughly grasped your swollen teat with his thumb and forefinger. Steve then expertly pulled your nipple away from your body and positioned the needle along side the back of the nipple.

At this point you decided you didn't want to see the rest so you closed your eyes, held your breath and waited for what you knew was coming and were helpless to stop. You didn't have long to wait but even though you were ready for it you were caught off guard when Lisa suddenly forced a vibrator up your ass a moment before Steve pushed the needle through your nipple.

The pain was unlike anything you had imagined and as it spread from your nipple to your breast and through the rest of your body you screamed into the gag and struggled in vain against your bonds.

The pain felt as though it spread over every inch of your body but the worst of it subsided very quickly and you found yourself on the brink of an earthshaking orgasm which gave you another reason to scream. During your orgasm you opened your eyes and looked at your right nipple.

The thick needle was sticking completely through your soft tender meat. Steve had done a perfect piercing and as he let your breast hang naturally down, you saw that the needle was exactly horizontal.

Steve gently kissed your lips, softly bit and then pulled away from your lower lip, and asked if you were ready to continue. You whispered through your gag, '"yes" as you continued to stare at your nipple. You watched with excitement as Steve slowly pulled the thick needle completely through your nipple, expanding the hole with the needle's thickness.

Little by little, as he removed the needle, he threaded your first nipple ring into the aperture that had been created. You moaned as you watched your soft tender skin being stretched as you became permanently pierced. The pain you felt was mixed with excitement, and humiliation and realized you were about to have another orgasm. Lisa smiled a wicked smile as she handed Steve the liquid metal glue that would permanently join both ends of the ring.

Steve looked you in the eyes, seeking approval to permanently fix both ends of the ring. Knowing that from now on, people would be able to see your rings through the sheer blouses you wanted to wear, you trembled with excitement.

You just shyly nodded yes to Steve, and looked down at your breast. Steve then joined the two ends together, forever encircling and penetrating your sexy nipple. Lisa and Steve gave you a few moments to calm down and adjust to the sight of the new sexy gold ring through your right nipple then they proceeded to do your left nipple the same way.

This time you were determined to watch the needle pass through your nipple so you kept your eyes open and didn't allow yourself to be caught off guard when Lisa inserted the vibrator into your ass. It was so exciting despite the pain. You watched as you voluntarily gave your sex to this stranger, and he pierced you so everyone would see that your nipples were to be used, as your Mistress or master would see fit.

This time the pain was joined by a rapid series of orgasms that left you drained as you watched the needle being replaced by the other nipple ring. Lisa then removed your gag but left you tied to the X - frame while both she and Steve went back upstairs.

The pain in your nipples had subsided to a dull ache when Lisa returned about 10 minutes later. When she picked up a vibrator and began fucking you while gently stroking and licking your clit, your nipples grew harder and began to throb with renewed vigor.

None of your begging was able to convince her to stop or to let you cum. By the time Steve returned you were screaming and thrashing around quite seriously so they untied you and put heavy leather cuffs on your wrists which they then attached to an overhead bar. With a wicked grin Lisa raised the bar until your toes just touched the basement floor.

Then Lisa went to Steve and removed his underwear. His cock sprang out and you were amazed at both his length and girth. Lisa dropped to her knees and pulled his thick foreskin back with her sexy red fingernails.

Then she took Steve's sexy cock into her mouth and began to lick and suck him in a way that was sexier than anything you had ever seen. Once this young black stud was completely hard, Lisa stopped licking and he stepped up behind where you were hanging.

You felt his hard cock against the crack of your ass as he reached around you to fondle your pussy. You could feel heat coming from it. As he played with your pussy, Lisa stepped up to you and gently licked each of your throbbing nipples.

Then Lisa spread your legs and you felt Steve's cock head rub up and down your slit from the rear. He gently lifted you up, and then lowered you back down. You gasped as you slowly descended onto his pole for the first time.

As his cock head pushed past your labia, Lisa knelt in front of you and began to suck on your clit. You gasped as you felt inch after inch of your lover's thick black pole impale you.

After a moment, he was completely inside you. Then Steve let go of your hips so all of your weight was on his cock. Your toes were now off the floor and you hung only from your hands, riding on Steve's cock completely. Steve took his hands away from your hips and reached around in front of you and cupped each of your breasts.

A shudder ran through your body as you watched him gently flick his thumbs over your nipples. Then he grabbed each ring and gently pulled away. You exploded, bathing his beautiful cock that was buried deep in your womb with your love juice. Lisa hungrily lapped up the juices that began to drip down your thighs.

You were panting heavily as you asked Steve to fuck you. His hands moved from your breasts to your hips and he began to slowly pump into you from behind. Despite the pain from your nipples, and the fact that you were hanging just barely on your tiptoes, you pushed back to meet each thrust. Steve gave you many gut-wracking orgasms as he pounded your pussy.

Finally, you felt him increase his rhythm, and his cock became even stiffer, if that was possible. You tightened your pussy with all of your remaining energy as you eagerly got ready for your black lover to plant his manly seed inside you for the first time. You moaned with pleasure as you milked his thick black meat with your cunt, wanting every ounce of his hot white sperm in your belly.

Tears were running down your checks as you felt him withdraw. Lisa got up from her kneeling position and gave you a sexy French kiss. She smiled at you and brushed her hand across your face and told you she was proud of you. Then you felt Steve kiss you on the nape of the neck as he thanked you for letting him fuck you. He told you he really enjoyed using you and that you were a good fuck.

They left you hanging there to watch as Steve draped Lisa over a whipping bench, entered her from behind and thoroughly fucked her.

Afterward, they took you down and back upstairs where Lisa helped you dress. She handed you a bra with nipple cutouts so your piercings would not get irritated while they healed.
After putting your bra and blouse on, you looked in the mirror. Both nipples were very erect, and your new rings were very obvious.

Lisa just smiled and gave you a slight kiss on the cheek.
"Now's not the time to be shy, lover," she said. "You've wanted people to see that for a long time, haven't you?"
You just meekly nodded yes, and let her embrace you.

She gave you a tender hug and suggested she drive you home and put you to bed. Lisa asked when your husband would return to town and offered to spend the next few days with you.

She would help you care for your piercings as they healed. She explained it would be about 3-4 weeks until your nipples could endure any serious play and then your training would begin in earnest. As you both got in bed together for the first time, you wondered how your husband would react when he returned home.

You didn't know for sure - he had always encouraged you to get pierced, and you knew he wouldn't be jealous about another woman. You knew you were about to begin a new and exciting relationship with a very sexy woman - one where you were completely submissive and she was always dominant.

It was scary and exciting at the same time. And that is what you longed for. As you embraced and Lisa pushed your head down between her soft thighs for the first time, you felt her run her hands over your breasts.

She was very careful about touching your nipples, and as she ran her fingers in small circles around your tits, you thought of your black lover's cum inside your cunt.

Smiling, you began to eat your new Mistress, feeling more sexually gratified than ever.