An adult stories – Demonstrations Pt. 04 by BonnieCampbell,BonnieCampbell When Nick’s wife Hannah had said she wanted to jerk him off in front of several women he’d never met, for “educational purposes”, he’d taken some convincing. Not least because he had been pretty sure he was being pranked.
It had turned out to be the most erotic experience of his life. So when the opportunity arose to repeat the encounter, he jumped at the chance. Except Hannah said she wanted some changes this time around.
Which led to his current predicament.
Hannah spent a while arranging things to her satisfaction before telling him to be patient and then abandoning him to his fate.
Soon, he’d heard the doorbell. And then the front door opening. Murmurs downstairs, before multiple sets of footsteps ascended the stairs.
The voices were louder now.
Then the bedroom door opened.
A moment’s pause.
And then the screams of surprise and delight began.
***
Bethany had said it would be a one-off. “Don’t expect the same show every time,” she’d said. But after the remnants of Hannah’s book group had started meeting at Bethany’s place, “the same show every time” was inevitable.
It had started as an educational thing. Honest. If she tried hard, Hannah could convince herself that that was true. Poor Dawn, a somewhat naive nineteen-year-old who lacked self-confidence, had confessed that she was so inexperienced at handjobs that her boyfriend Pete was turning them down, and Hannah had unthinkingly suggested the ladies in the book group could show her how it should be done.
To her amazement, this hadn’t been laughed off, and soon enough she had her naked — and blindfolded — husband Nicky splashing his load in front of the group after Hannah had done her best to explain to Dawn what she was doing to Nicky’s penis and why.
Statuesque and improbably elegant Adrienne had taken the rudder for the second lesson; the poor, impressionable victim she’d picked as a test subject would likely eventually need therapy, after realising his sexual experiences had now already peaked as a result. And surely Dawn had at least learned that the female partner didn’t necessarily have to be the submissive one. Or the Submissive one, capital-S. Lord, no. No-one would ever accuse Adrienne of being submissive.
Hannah had also had her eyes opened, thanks to Adrienne; Nicky couldn’t believe his luck, as she kept introducing new toys and experiences into their sex life.
And so to Bethany, the fourth lady in the remains of the now-defunct “book group”. Bethany had surprised them all: her relationship with her partner Kieran was really comfortable; Bethany had insisted Dawn was only lacking a practical model upon whom to try out her new wisdom, and Hannah and Adrienne had watched in stunned silence as a naked and insanely hot Kieran had talked Dawn down off a ledge so successfully that she’d felt comfortable wanking him off a second time without invitation from either Bethany or Kieran. Not to mention going down on him unprompted. Their little girl was growing up.
And, Lord, was it sexy to watch.
And afterwards, Kieran had just hung out, letting it all hang out. Bethany, it turned out, got a kick out of having Kieran naked around other women. And, good god, if you had an Adonis like Kieran, wouldn’t you want to show him off?
And so it was decided: what the hell — the group would meet at Bethany’s instead of some random bar, naked Kieran thrown in as scenery. But just scenery, Bethany insisted. Hot naked guy wandering around for the admiring and the looking at. Not for the wanking off. There would not be orgasms at future meetings.
That had lasted ten minutes after they’d all gathered and Kieran had joined them, tray of fizz in hand and wearing his New Rock boots, socks and nothing else but an air of well-deserved confidence.
But by unspoken agreement, Kieran was Dawn’s plaything. Hannah wouldn’t have dared, not without prior discussion with Nicky, and amazingly, Adrienne had exhibited rare self-control, leaving the unbelievably tempting Kieran to Dawn.
And so, every time they met, Dawn was getting more “practice”, and the other ladies got to watch the infeasibly sexy Kieran empty his balls, with less and less direction to Dawn about how to make that happen.
And it happened every time. Adrienne and Hannah began to look forward to it. Until Bethany announced Kieran could not make it for the next meeting because he would be away slaughtering all competition at a rock-climbing competition.
Dawn was disappointed. Adrienne was gutted, and not a little offended.
Hannah was delighted. It was what she’d been hoping for.
***
As always, an evening of openly ogling Kieran’s godlike form strolling around like it was perfectly natural to be completely naked among random women had Hannah’s libido running wild, and by the time Bethany had inevitably agreed to let Dawn jerk him off again and sweet, innocent Dawn had the hipster Adonis splattering his come over a towel, Hannah was desperate to fuck her own husband. The journey home was simultaneously not long and never-ending, and she couldn’t wait for it to be over. She really, really needed to get her hands on Nicky. Not to mention getting his hands on her.
Nicky was getting used to Hannah leaping on him almost before the front door was shut, and exhibited no surprise when she lunged urgently for him in the hallway. He staggered back under her insistent onslaught, shedding clothes as he did. Instead of dragging him upstairs as she had on previous occasions, on a whim Hannah pulled him into the living room. She didn’t want to wait until the bedroom; she wanted him spending his load in the living room, like Kieran. But better than Kieran, because Nicky was hers.
Once through the door, she pulled his jeans down, to see he’d forgone his usual boxers, instead opting for the pair of tight black trunks she’d picked out for him when she’d masturbated him in front of Dawn. Her arousal increased, something she didn’t think was possible. She actually growled at him.
Hannah was wearing tight designer jeans, high heels, a grey silk blouse, and a black leather jacket that hinted at James Dean chic while being tailored to suggest a narrow waist above curvy hips. She let the jacket slide off her and pulled the belt from her jeans, giving Nicky an intent look. “Take the cushions off the sofa and put them on the floor,” she told him.
Nicky looked baffled. “I… What?” There weren’t cushions on the sofa.
“The seat and back,” Hannah clarified, as she unbuttoned the blouse.
“Oh.” In a moment the four large pieces of upholstery, two seats and two backs, had been stripped from the sofa. Holding her belt pulled taut between her outstretched hands, Hannah bent and slipped it under one of the backs, and then piled the two seats on top. The other back was put next to the first, on the floor.
She pulled Nicky to her, embracing him and kissing him fiercely, and moaned as he grabbed two handfuls of her butt. Attaboy, she thought, then pulled back. “Strip me,” she ordered.
Hannah had been a bit more dominant in the bedroom, ever since she’d witnessed the effect of Adrienne’s commanding air, and Nicky had been only too happy to fall under her authority. He eagerly peeled back her unbuttoned blouse, leaving her push-up bra exposed, and unbuttoned her jeans. They were tight, and she had to help him get them down her thighs by wiggling her hips from side to side, which also didn’t hurt with the view she presented to him, as he knelt in front of her with her crotch right in his face. She rested each hand on his shoulder in turn as she lifted her feet one by one so that he could pull the legs away. Her bra clasp presented only a moment’s struggle before her breasts were free, leaving just her knickers.
Nicky took a moment first, kneeling once more and burying his face in her sex, delighting her. She shivered to feel his nose pressed into her mound, and to hear him breathing in her scent deeply; she ran her fingers through his hair, pushing him in for a moment, and then he was peeling the lacy briefs down, easing the waistband over her buttocks. She twirled, presenting her back to him and leaned forward a little. Nicky obliged her by burying his face into her cleft, worshipping her backside. She heard him moan, and gave a throaty chuckle. Then the briefs were around her thighs and she turned again, presenting her sex to him as he tugged them a little lower, pulling them out of the narrow ‘Y’ to reveal her. Once more, his face pressed in for a moment, before her underwear passed her knees and she lifted each foot in turn to step out of them.
Naked. In her living room. With her beautiful husband. And burning with the need to have him inside her. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it.
But she intended to withstand it just a little longer.
“Sit on the cushions,” she said, “and lie back.”
Nicky looked at the unsteady pile of upholstery, unsure. “Lie back?”
She put a finger over his lips. “Trust me. And do as you’re told.” She smiled, to soften the message.
Obediently, he sat on the pile of cushions, which sank under his weight. As he lay back, he eventually lost his balance and landed with his shoulders on the single cushion, leaving his hips two cushions higher. Groin uppermost, and presented for her pleasure. Lovely.
She picked up the end of her belt, protruding from beneath the bottom cushion. “Hold this,” she told him, placing it into his right hand. “Don’t let go.” She repeated this with the other end, on his left side. There, she thought. Not restrained, as such, but as long as he obeyed her injunction not to let go, his hands were pinned by his sides.
Good enough.
She knelt between his legs where they hung over the edge of the cushion pile, and caressed his hard-on through the material for a moment, before grabbing the edge of the waistband and peeling them down, revealing that beautiful, hard penis. Nicky obligingly lifted his hips up to help her get them past his buttocks, which had the nice side effect of thrusting it up closer to her face as well. Mmmm. She pulled them down the rest of the way, getting them off his feet and tossing them to the side, and then resumed her place kneeling between his legs.
She fed his erect shaft into her mouth. Ideally, she’d have liked to have teased him a lot more, playing with his penis and running her tongue over it, but she didn’t have the patience. She really wanted to get to fucking him. She managed to give him head for no more than a couple of minutes before standing, straddling his chest, and sinking down onto him.
Nicky gave a sigh of pleasure which matched Hannah’s, and then gave another one, more of surprise, as she started to bang him hard. Palms on his pecs, she bounced her hips up and down, letting him take her full weight each time she reached maximum penetration. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she breathed to herself.
Yes, Kieran was hot, and it was fun to drool over his naked form as he served Prosecco to horny ladies with a carefully judged air of nonchalance; Yes, jt was outrageously sexy to be casually leaning back on the sofa sipping fizz while watching a pretty, inexperienced teenager pumping Kieran’s just-as-perfect cock with her hand.
But there was nothing like fucking your man. Especially when his hard shaft was presented for you in the living room, with his shoulders back and his abs taunt and his forearms straining as he fucked you back, just as urgently.
She banging him hard, her head hanging down. He didn’t play with her breasts, instead keeping tight hold of her belt as she’d told him, so Hannah leaned forward, letting her nipples touch his chest, and worked her hips up and down on him instead. getting her breath back. Nicky’s breath got faster and shorter, and she could tell he was getting close, but Hannah wasn’t ready for him to come yet — she still wanted more from him. So she lifted herself off his member and turned herself around, lowering herself onto his face. As expected, Nicky went to work with his tongue, licking her labia and her clitoris and sucking on it. He couldn’t use his fingers, so she went easy on him, holding herself just in range so that he could reach her without lifting his head too far. At least, she went easy on him until she was getting close, and then ground herself down onto him, pinning his head to the cushions and probably cutting off his breathing for a moment as she came all over his face, squeezing his poor, neglected penis that she had shoved against her chin as she moaned into his groin.
Good boy, she thought through the haze, as her orgasm receded. Time for the main event.
Because, good as it was fucking Nicky, and as much as she’d enjoyed the orgasm he’d given her, what she was really desperate to do was to jerk him off, just like Dawn had jerked Kieran off.
She positioned herself on his right side, kneeling down beside him. The mountains of cushions put his abdomen at just the right height for her. Gently, she let her fingertips dance playfully over the shaft, as much missing the contact as making it, counting both as a win; she smiled, as she observed his abdomen fluttering in response. Opening her hand wide, she rolled her palm around the head of his penis, coating it in his pre-come.
Then she squeezed his shaft.
“Uuuugggghhhh” Nicky breathed, his shoulders pulling tight and his hips bucking up in response. Which is exactly what Hannah wanted to see.
Mine, she thought.
She began to masturbate him. No teasing, now. No messing about. She wanted him to come, and come hard. For her. Everything she’d learned over time with former partners. Everything about Nicky’s likes and dislikes. Everything gleaned from those years of marriage. Everything she’d described to Dawn. She put it all into making Nicky blow his wad as hard as she could arrange.
In front of her, Nicky bucked and writhed under her grasp, his arms straining, his chest mottled, his breath shallow, his hips spasming beyond his control. Beautiful to behold. Erotic beyond measure.
Almost as enticing as the fantasy in her head, since she’d first seen Kieran shuddering as he delivered his semen up to Dawn’s unpractised touch.
Nicky was very close now, and Hannah was watching him carefully. As she judged he reached the point of no return, she clamped her left hand over his mouth, as Adrienne had done that first time, and watched in delight as his entire body committed to spending itself though her grasp. A long, muffled moan was dragged from his throat as he tried to thrust deeper and deeper into her fist and his seed splashed on her hand and his thighs. Nicky’s orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, with his legs bucking his hips upwards in a rigid frame, before retreating, only to spasmodically thrust upwards again a moment later.
After a while, she changed her right hand, from stroking his shaft to gently playing with his testicles; the spasms continued accordingly. Until, finally, he was spent.
***
Nicky lay on the cushions for a while; Hannah gently teased him, delighting in the after-shock shivers she was inducing. His orgasm seemed to have been deeper and somehow more than hers had been, and that was her intent, so she was satisfied; it was serving her own need as well as his.
When he moved his head a little, she realised she still had her hand over his mouth, and removed it. His shoulders slumped, as if to say, okay, I’m done now.
“You can let go now,” she told him.
“Ohhhhh, god!” Nicky said. letting go of her belt. “That was good. But now I’m stuck. I’m just too worn out to get up.” He made feeble motions with his head to emphasise the obvious truth of this fact. “You’ll just have to hoover around me from now on.”
Hannah shrugged, unperturbed. “You’re at the right height to make a nice coffee table, so I think I’ll cope.” She got to her feet. “A flat bit of wood. Job done. I could have a little hole cut in the surface for your willy; it’ll make a nice decorative feature.” She went through the hallway to the downstairs toilet, picked up a spare roll of toilet paper, and returned to the living room. She picked up the waste basket and placed it next to the cushion pile. She put the roll of paper on the denuded sofa, where he could reach it without moving.
Somewhat awkwardly, he reached out for the roll, and began peeling off sheets. “Suits me,” he said. “As long as I don’t have to move.” He mopped up the gloop covering his groin area and dropped the soiled tissue paper into the waste basket, until he was approximately clean, and then flopped his arms back onto the carpet on either side of him, as if he’d been outside for hours shovelling snowdrifts in winter, or whatever men think is manly activity when there aren’t wild buffalo to hunt; she half-expected him to ask for a trophy for being such a trooper.
After a moment, he groaned, and made a big show of the effort involved in rolling over and falling off the mountain of cushions onto the carpet.
Face still in the shag pile, he said in a muffled voice, “so, good evening, was it?”
Hannah moved off her knees, feeling them creak, and leaned back against the cushionless sofa. “I can neither confirm nor deny that. But Dawn’s practical experience continues to grow, and Bethany continues to be remarkably civically-minded towards the younger members of the sisterhood.”
Nicky rolled onto his back, his penis flopping limply onto his thigh, a thin trail of come stretching from the tip. “And, of course, Barrista Stud continues to be tolerably appealing upon first impression. Although this is, what? The eighth such first impression?”
Hannah reached out a finger and twirled it around his nipple. “Ooh, jealous, are we?’ she said, teasingly.
Nicky rolled over onto his side so that he could face her. He propped his head on his hand. “Well, yes, a little, obviously. I mean, given everything you’ve said about him. And I know it’s not a competition, which is a good thing, because who could compete with that?”
Hannah looked at her husband a little more closely, dropping all air of teasing.
“I know what happens at these evenings,” he said, “because you’ve told me. And I’m not concerned or worried, because I trust you, and I know you’re not sleeping with him or anything, But the way you sold this to me, this would be a demonstration from each of you. One each. Equals. I can’t help but notice that you’ve all settled on Kieran as a recurring feature.”
Hannah felt like the ground was opening up beneath her; she hadn’t stopped to check in with Nicky about how he might feel, when Bethany had suggested that they all come around regularly to letch over Kieran’s naked form; what had she been thinking? Of course she should have checked with Nicky first.
“I didn’t–”
And that was the problem. She didn’t.
“Nicky–” she began, but he waved her to silence with a calming gesture as he sat up, turning to lean against the sofa beside her.
“It’s okay.” he said. “Like I said, I trust you. And I understand. I’m a guy: If the roles were reversed, and this was all about some lad learning how to get his girl off, and it settled into a routine where we all got to watch a hot young woman getting fingered until–” he paused. “Okay, that’s a bad analogy, because I get that the two aren’t equal and that simply wouldn’t happen, but as a fantasy, I wouldn’t say no.” He paused again. “I’ve said this all wrong, but the point is, it’s okay. Kieran’s a fit guy. You get to see some really sexy stuff and you come home and you’re all turned on and it’s good. Lord knows, I’m not complaining, because we’ve had some great sex while you’re thinking about fucking him, but it’s all good.”
Involuntarily, Hannah put her hand to her mouth.
“At the end of the day,” Nicky said, “I win. It’s me you come home to. It’s me you’re having sex with — and, Christ, it’s good sex — so that’s okay. Like I said. I trust you.”
“Oh god, Nicky,” Hannah said. tears in her eyes. “Oh god.”
He shrugged. “Hey, it’s okay. I said: It’s all good.”
“No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have talked to you. I should have discussed this with you up front. Because I shouldn’t have put you through this. Because then you wouldn’t be such a pillock.”
Nicky looked up at her with a surprised expression.
Hannah gave him a wobbly, loving smile through her tears. “You are such a plonker, you know that?”
“What?”
“You really think I come home and jump your bones because I’m thinking about fucking Kieran?”
Nicky looked baffled. “Well, don’t you?”
“God, no.”
“You don’t think Kieran is hot? Hell, I know you do –you’ve told me!”
“Of course I do!” Hannah said, “and there’s no denying that Kieran is eminently fuckable. But that’s not what drives me mad with lust each time I come home and jump your bones.”
Nicky looked confused. “Then what–?”
“It’s you, you idiot,” Hannah told him. “It’s you.”
Nicky’s bafflement increased. “You’ve lost me.”
“No kidding.” She gave him a look that managed to combine deep, loving affection with a withering glance. “I don’t come home all turned on after watching Dawn jerk off Kieran because I’m fantasising about me fucking Kieran. I come home desperate to have you because I’m fantasising about Dawn jerking you off in front of my friends.”
Nicky evidently required some time to process this. “Come again,” he said.
“Delighted to,” Hannah said, not waiting to see whether the pun struck home. “Kieran is just some bloke. An attractive one, no doubt, but I don’t really know that much about him apart from how he looks and his hobbies. You, on the other hand, are a sexy pile of self-deprecating insecurity and you cannot imagine how often I have got off to the memory of you naked in front of my girls, while fantasising that Dawn strokes you.”
“Dawn?”
“Keep up. Yes, the pretty, sweet, innocent, pure nineteen-year-old who’s getting far too comfortable with another woman’s man’s cock in her hands. Dawn. I want her to be wanking you, not Kieran.”
“But… but…” Nicky appeared to have crashed; Hannah wondered if she was going to have to reboot him. “Kieran’s like, this…”
She waved him into silence. “Yes, yes, whatever. But you’re mine. And, in case you haven’t figured this out, you’re fantastic.”
“I’m just me.”
“Oh yes,” Hannah said, with feeling. “And I know you. All of you. Every inch. Every year. And you are amazing. And I dearly want to see the other girls driven mad with lust, because you are just so fucking sexy.”
Nicky shook his head, as if he were stunned. “You know it’s me you’re talking about, right?”
“I do; do you?”
Nicky blinked. “In light of this new information: I need a drink.”
***
They both took the opportunity to get a beverage. Nicky grabbed a beer from the cupboard; Hannah had been on the fizz, so had more white wine from the box in in the fridge.
Back in the living room, Nicky reassembled the sofa. “iI’m sorry,” he said. “I made bad assumptions.”
She waved this aside. ‘No, I’m the one who should apologise. i should have checked in with you sooner. I didn’t mean to make you feel–” she waved her hand ambiguously, before giving up and starting again. “I shouldn’t have put you through that.”
“it’s all good,” he said once more, and embraced her; the kiss was exactly what she needed; so was the hug. And a certain stiffness, bumping up against her naked thigh, didn’t hurt, either.
“Anyway,” she said, “it’s kind of moot for now. Well, for the next month, anyway.” She hated herself for being so transparently manipulative, but given what he’d said…
Nicky looked at her. “What do you mean?”
“Next month’s meeting is cancelled,” she explained. “Kieran’s away. Dawn won’t have anyone to practice on.”
“I could do it,” Nicky said without hesitation.
“Really?”
“I told you,” Nicky said. “After the first night, I would love to do that again. I would dearly like you to take advantage of me in front of your friends. And if having Dawn do it would make your fantasies come true, then who am I to stand in the way?”
Hannah held her beautiful and steadfast, loyal husband in her arms and narrowed her eyes, fixing him with a steely gaze. “You mean you’re willing, in a self-sacrificing sort of way, to let a sweet and innocent teenager wank you off for my benefit?”
“Potayto, potahto,” he said.
Hannah noticed that the stiffness butting against her legs was considerably more stiff. She gave Nicky a Look. A growl formed in her throat.
“What?” he asked.
“Oh, shut up,” she said urgently. “Just hold me down and fuck me hard.”
Nicky blinked, and then took her at her word — and took her.
He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face the side of the sofa, and then pushed her down over the arm rest. With the arm rest up in her hips, it pushed her butt high, while Nicky leaned on the side of her head, pushing it into the cushions, as he shoved his cock into her from behind.
“Uuuhhnnn,” Hannah said, but what she meant was oh god yes like that as Nicky took her roughly. She felt his testicles slapping against her clitoris as he hammered into her. It was like they’d touched on the emotional trauma, skipped the break up, and gone straight to the oh-so-good make-up sex. She turned her face into the cushions and howled her pleasure into the muffling fabric. Sod the neighbours, she thought. It felt good to let rip and not be concerned. Just as it felt good for Nicky to be giving full rein to his animalistic instincts. Fuck me hard and fuck me fast, she thought. Make me come and come and come.
And he did.
Afterwards, she thought about what he’d said.
“Okay,” she said.
“Okay what?”
“Okay, I’ll tell the ladies that you offer yourself as a practice model for the evening. But,” she said, giving him a sly smile. “It won’t be like last time.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want to do something different.”
Hannah’s grin was positively wicked.
***
“Different?” Nick asked, wondering what plans lay behind Hannah’s expression. “Well, yes. We’ll have to ditch the blindfold, for a start.” Last time, Hannah had insisted Nick wear one because he’d never met Dawn, Bethany or Adrienne before. Still hadn’t, in fact.
Hannah gave him a strange look. “Do you want to ditch the blindfold?”
Nick gave her a wry smile. “It would be hard to serve drinks without it. I mean, I know Kieran is practically superhuman, but even he’s likely to spill a drop or two if he’s bumping into all the furniture.”
Hannah waved this away. “You don’t need to worry about that. You won’t be serving drinks. Not this time, anyway. That’s Kieran’s thing, and — ” She paused, giving him a nervous look.
“— and I’m not Kieran,” Nick finished for her. But he had noted that Hannah said “this time”; that implied there would be other times to follow.
“That’s not what I was going to say,” she objected. “Although,” she went on to acknowledge, “I admit that I don’t want them making direct comparisons between you and Kieran.”
“Protecting my fragile male ego?”
“No! It’s–” She paused. “Let me start again. I want something different. Something really sexy. After all the past few times, I want them to be really turned on by you.”
He patted her hand, mock-concerned. “I thought this was supposed to be about helping Dawn. You remember that it’s not a competition, right?”
“Oh, sure,” she said, far too hurriedly. “But…Look. When we did it last time, we were going first, and I cannot put into words how turned on I was, stripping you naked in front of my friends. It was amazing jerking you off in front of them. Part of me really, really wanted to screw you right there in front of them.” She put a fond hand on his arm. “My gorgeous, sexy husband. You looked so hot, standing there with your hard-on in my hand.”
“But?”
She frowned. “It’s not a but, as such. It’s more that Adrienne upped the ante.”
No kidding. Hannah always made sure to fill Nick in on the events of each occasion, so he was fully aware that, for the second event, Hannah and Bethany had entered Adrienne’s hotel room to be greeted by a fit young man she’d approached in the bar downstairs less than an hour earlier — naked, blindfolded and gagged, and tied spreadeagled to the bed.
“And Bethany raised the bar as well?”
“Exactly,” she said, nodding. “Adrienne went full domme, and Bethany responded by putting Kieran into Dawn’s hands, literally.” She looked up into his eyes. “So I want to show them just how sexy my Nicky can be.”
He gave a small laugh. “Because now it is a competition.”
“Too fucking right it is,” Hannah said with feeling.
And she told him her plan.
***
One month later:
“Text from Bethany,” Hannah said to Nick. “We’re in the taxi,” she read from her phone. “Five minutes to educational debauchery.” She looked up at Nick. “I told them to give me a heads-up when they were on their way over, so that I could make sure everything was ready.” She returned to her phone. “Time to drag that husband of yours away from the footy. Well, husband of mine, are you ready to be dragged away from the footy?”
In fact, Nick and Hannah were both sitting in their bedroom, on chairs Hannah had asked Nick to carry up from the kitchen. Hannah had been sorting out various details, including “accessories” and a webcam. Nick had undressed, adorned himself to her liking, and had been sitting sipping a glass of wine while they waited for the five-minute alert.
“I guess so,” he said, finishing the glass in a couple of mouthfuls. He stood, and spread his arms, palms out. “I’m in your hands.”
“Not mine,” Hannah told him. “Dawn’s.”
In under a minute, she had him positioned. He had a last glimpse of her lovely face blowing him a kiss, then she lowered the blindfold in place. He heard her leave the room and return a couple of minutes later. There was a clunk on the bedside table. Then he heard her leave again, closing the door behind her.
And not long after that, he heard the doorbell ring.
***
Hannah made it into the spare bedroom just in time to see the taxi pull up outside. She closed the door and made sure she could see Nicky clearly on her laptop screen; the webcam was working perfectly. When the doorbell rang, she sent Bethany a text: “Door’s open. Come in and come straight upstairs to the bedroom. First on the right.”
She could imagine Bethany showing the text to the others, and their expressions in response. Then the sound of the door opening, and their footsteps as they came up the stairs. Hannah had taped signs on each door, to ensure that they went straight into the correct bedroom. On an impulse, she hit Record on the laptop, so that she had a copy of everything that would follow. Purely for academic purposes, of course….
When she heard their screams of surprise, she donned her headphones, so that she could hear more clearly.
“Omigod!” Dawn shrieked.
Bethany upped it to “Holy shit!”
Adrienne, true to form, gave an appreciative “Oh, hell yes!”
Their reaction was everything Hannah hoped for. And no wonder: Nicky was standing in front of their wardrobe, which was adorned with a long pair of straps in a St Andrews cross, fitting over and under the wardrobe door. Leather cuffs at wrists and ankles secured Nicky in place, with his hands up and his feet wide. He was blindfolded — of course — and, for good measure, wearing a gag.
Apart from that, and two Post-It notes, one on each breast, he was completely naked.
So it was unsurprising that, when the ladies entered the bedroom, their attention was drawn to the naked man bound and gagged and presented for their consideration. And it was entirely understandable that their natural reaction was to temporarily lose their shit.
Hannah felt quite smug. She was also pleased to see that Nicky was enjoying things so far; he had been mostly erect just from the scenario, but he further stiffened as the girls whooped and cheered.
“Damn, Nicky!” Bethany said. “You look sexy like that. Hannah’s a lucky girl. Where is she, anyway? Wait,” she sniggered, given Nicky’s gag, “don’t answer that.”
The ladies had entered the webcam’s field of view now, so Hannah could see them. Dawn still appeared to have a hand over her mouth in shock.
Twenty-something Bethany was dressed in a long flared coat; she shrugged it off onto the bed, revealing a burgundy gothic blouse, an ornate red corset, and a long, flared black skirt with silver and red patterns on it. Plus her standard Doc Martins. Her artificially vibrant red hair hung loose around her shoulders.
Adrienne’s “coat” was a wispy black gauze thing, with wide sleeves; it reached down to her ankles but billowed as she moved. Beneath it, she wore an elegant business jacket that didn’t quite cover the hem of her short, tight black skirt. Tights and Louboutins completed her look. Her dark hair was currently fashionably short, and expensively done. But then, it didn’t matter what she wore — the mid-thirties knockout made everything look stylish and expensive.
Adrienne had evidently had a hand in Dawn’s outfit, too. On the face of it, it was simple: white blouse, blue jeans, Converse All-Stars. T-shirt, jeans and trainers were Dawn’s default choices anyway. But Adrienne had an eye for what would work, and what would enhance, and Dawn was killing it in this ensemble. The virginal-white cotton blouse was cut to emphasise Dawn’s bosom, with the top buttons undone to show her cleavage and the middle buttons straining to contain her breasts. The jeans snugly traced the contours of her youthful curves, showing them off rather than merely containing them as Dawn’s choices normally would.
Hannah had been a recipient of Adrienne’s fashion advice herself; she knew that this sexy, sensual choice of garments would be helping Dawn feel more confident, more in control; Hannah approved. She smirked as she remembered teasing Nicky over wanting to see whether the nineteen-year-old jerking him off was as hot as he imagined. If only you knew, she thought to herself.
Hannah herself was dressed in some black boot-cut leggings which, she knew from experience, framed her butt-cheeks nicely and emphasised them. Plus, Nicky usually had an overwhelming urge to grab her arse whenever she wore them. More importantly, the elasticated material was forgiving, which she guessed might be important later on. Her top was a plain white affair which, along with the moderately-expensive sports bra underneath, presented her boobs in a pleasingly attractive way. Hannah had gone for “externally attractive while comfy and convenient”; all the ladies liked to look attractive, if not tarty, during these events, and Hannah typically planned ahead to include undressing with Nicky afterwards, and so picked her underwear accordingly. For today, her underwear also leaned towards “stretchy and comfy” rather than “pretty”; if things went as she hoped, Nicky wouldn’t be too interested in her unmentionables later on.
By now, they’d noticed the two Post-Its Hannah had stuck to Nicky’s pecs; they moved in closer to read them. The first, on the right pec, said “DAWN Help yourself!” The other said “See bedside cabinets!”
Almost as one, the ladies dragged their eyes away from Nicky’s captive form to look across at the small units on either side of the headboard. Bethany gravitated to the one on the right, where Hannah had left an ice bucket with a bottle of Prosecco, plus a tray with three glasses. Another Post-It stuck to the tray read “LADIES Help yourself!” A smaller scribble beneath said “More in the fridge downstairs if you need it.”
“Nice,” Bethany said.
Adrienne, on the other hand, was on the other side of the bed inspecting the goodies there. Hannah had left a couple of props: a battery-powered wand, and a feather tickler. The Post-It here said simply “Inspiration”.
“Even nicer,” Adrienne said, approvingly. “There’s hope for Hannah yet,” she said with a smile. She picked up the envelope Hannah had left there, with Dawn’s name written on the front. “Hey, Dawnie,” she said, “there’s something here for you.”
Dawn had turned back to contemplating Nicky, and took a moment to respond. “Hmm? Oh, okay.” She took the envelope, removed the folded paper within, and read it.
“Well?” Adrienne demanded. Hannah smiled to herself; Adrienne hated not being in control or being in the dark.
Hannah had typed up and printed the letter earlier, unbeknownst to Nicky.
“DO NOT READ THIS OUT LOUD,” it began, in large, bold capitals, and she’d gone over the line with a yellow highlighter to really hammer that point home — she wanted some things to be a surprise to her lovely husband, and she expected some of the ladies to be, well, somewhat distracted.
“Dear Dawn,” the letter continued. “It doesn’t always have to be a race to the finish line. Sometimes, you can treat that penis like a cat sitting in your lap, stroking it absently and gently without purpose, while you read, watch TV or chat on the phone to your friend.
“This time, you are in control. You decide how quickly Nicky comes — and how many times. You decide whether you want him to tell you what feels nice, or whether you want to keep him gagged. You decide who does what to him, and how far things go — I trust you. He’s yours to practice on. I’ll be watching from the webcam, but he’s yours until you’ve had enough.”
Hannah’s heart was in her mouth as she watched Dawn read the letter. She’d agonised about the wording. At Bethany’s, Keiran had been a free agent, and Kieran was lacking in neither confidence nor charisma; there had been no doubt that Kieran had been in control throughout, guiding Dawn towards what he liked. But if Dawn was going to be able to get her own boyfriend Pete off, and to overcome Pete’s current objection to her hand-jobs, Dawn needed the confidence to be in charge.
So she’d bound and gagged Nicky so that he couldn’t take control. She’d written the letter to give Dawn freedom. She expected that Dawn wouldn’t take things further than masturbation and maybe a bit of oral. Hannah wondered whether the other ladies would be involved. Hannah suspected that Bethany would hang back and simply observe; Hannah would fully expect Adrienne to take the reins, if Dawn gave her the opportunity, but Hannah hoped that wouldn’t happen. Hannah most certainly did not expect any intercourse.
But she wondered if part of her secretly wanted to see that. Maybe she’d subconsciously phrased the letter like that in the hope that she could claim that things went too far, if Nicky objected. Because she hadn’t shown the letter to Nicky, or discussed it with him — he was expecting just a single hand-job. He’d accepted the bondage because of her “control” argument, and Hannah rationalised her encouragement that Dawn keep things going beyond his expectations because she wanted Dawn to have the experience in order to go beyond Pete’s expectations. But she wasn’t sure if she’d be relieved or disappointed if it turned out that Nicky wasn’t fucked by a bunch of hot, horny and unseen women before the night was out.
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