“No you’re right Maggie, Friday would be a perfect time to do it. I get off early and can prepare. Yeah, let’s do it at your place for a change of scenery. I feel like we’re always hosting and it’s just not exciting for us at home anymore. Honestly I’d want to feel comfortable. I’d probably just wear jeans and a v-neck. Sure. Why don’t you wear that white dress of yours, you always look really cute in it. No I don’t think I’m quite thin enough to pull it off, but you’ve got that flat stomach that I only ever had in college. Haha, thank you. Yes, it’s true, I’ve been putting it off. I’ll talk to him now. Well that part will be a surprise. Haha, he’s not really a picky eater but I’m sure he can be persuaded to be more adventurous if necessary! Alright, I’ll confirm by text. Bye.” She hung up the phone.
“Steve, come here, I’d like to talk with you.”
***
As Maggie opened her front door Steve felt hesitant about the agreement he had made. He carried a cardboard box in front of him, packed by Sara with God knows what. Maggie was wearing a cute white dress with a ruffled skirt that fanned suggestively out over her perfect bottom. Sara and Maggie made small talk, but Steve was jittery, nervous, trying not to check out Maggie. Sara only rolled her eyes at him, wishing he’d relax.
Maggie served wine to break the ice. They finished a bottle together and Steve finally felt a bit more at ease. He tried to talk about other things, he asked about her aunt who had recently left the hospital and her nephew who was applying for trade school. Somewhere on the third glass Maggie motioned upstairs and said, “Well, shall we?”
Steve went up the stairs first, even though he didn’t know which way the bedroom was. Maggie’s house was girly. The mirror and picture frames were gold, the bathroom was a light purple. Everything was tidy — Steve wondered if she had cleaned for them. The bedroom itself was spacious. There was an armchair near the door and a fluffy carpet in the open space. The light was already dim outside but the blinds were drawn. A lamp cast orange light from the corner and a row of candles, already burning low, flickered on a chest at the foot of the bed. Steve could feel his pulse pick up speed.
“Well Steve, you know what we agreed upon”, said Maggie with a smirk. And she playfully pulled at his collar (Sara had made him put on a fresh button-up shirt and slacks). Steve tried to suppress a shiver and began unbuttoning. “Don’t be shy, Steve, you know Sara sent me that photo of you with the blindfold on, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Steve remembered. It was a few months ago and Sara had teased his cock mercilessly, adamant that she would only make him cum if he himself pressed send on a message with the photo to Maggie.
Finally he got to his pants and removed them as smoothly as he could, trying not to be self-conscious about his inevitable hard-on. Sara leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He looked good. Sara had him trim all his body hair to a manageable level and she would never have let him get out of shape. But then he knew that Maggie wasn’t doing this because she found his body attractive, she was doing this because she liked making him squirm.
Maggie gestured at the armchair and Steve sat in it. Sara brought ropes out from the cardboard box and began tying them. Once finished, she watched as his forearms shifted a little under the restraints. He was testing the tightness. Convinced that he wasn’t going to hurt himself or get loose she took the gag and fitted it into place behind his head. Although the gag was uncomfortably large in his mouth, he was grateful that Sara had chosen one with a hole down the middle so that air flowed freely. Satisfied that he wasn’t going anywhere Sara turned for the final piece in the setup. Her Hitachi wand. She placed the wand so that the end rested just under his balls, and then taped it to the seat of the chair. Already a stream of precum had made it all the way down his shaft and balls to a small pool on the chair’s fabric.
Seeing this Sara moved in and rubbed it over the entire surface of his cock, making him exhale strangely through the gag. It had been seven days since his ruined orgasm, and longer since he had cum for real, and Sara had played with his cock every day of this week. His fuse was shorter than a candle wick.
“Can I be the one to turn it on?” asked Maggie.
Sara nodded, “Make sure it’s on the lowest setting, that way he’ll enjoy it for a while.”
“Of course. But before we begin, I really want to know that Steve is comfortable with this. I don’t want you to feel pressured Steve,” Maggie’s voice was playful. “But I’m guessing you do want to see a little skin tonight.” As she said it she shimmied in her white dress, pulling up the hem slowly. Steve saw where her stockings ended, the impression they left on her leg so that her soft skin was pushed in where it met the cotton. And then in a flash Maggie pulled the skirt up just enough for him to glimpse her underwear, and then back down.
She laughed a little. She took a couple steps closer and leaned in. Steve tried his best to keep looking at her eyes and not to glance down at the keyhole gap in her dress.
“Are you excited to see more?”
Steve’s cock twitched visibly.
“Oh my goodness, does that mean yes? You’re wagging your little tail like a doggy? But maybe a doggy in heat? I think you’d do almost anything to be touched right now. Is that right?”
Steve’s cock twitched again. Maggie smiled.
“Alright, I’m going to ask you a question and if the answer is yes, I want you to wag your little tail for me, okay?”
He nodded.
“Are you sure you want me to fuck your wife while you sit here tied to a chair?”
His cock bounced up, straining at the vertical, and flopped back.
“Hmm, you know, I think maybe I need to hear this one with your voice.” She undid the gag by the strap behind his head. “Say it.”
Steve didn’t need to hesitate.
“Please fuck my wife for me.”
Maggie smiled. “Good puppy.”
And she replaced the gag in his mouth. Turning back towards Sara she said, “Oh I almost forgot” and spun back to Steve.
“You wouldn’t want us to get carried away and forget to turn this on.” She gestured at the vibrator. “If Steve doesn’t cum in the chair what happens?”
“I guess he goes back home and waits for the next dice roll.”
“That doesn’t sound very fun. Before I turn it on, I forgot to mention that there is a condition with coming. You see, I know you’re going to be real naughty and make a big mess. You’ve already left a little stain on my chair. You’ll probably go off like a loose fire hose, all over the chair … the floor … yourself. Why should the women be the ones cleaning up after you? So the rule is, whatever comes out of the end of this” and she pointed at his cock, “you are going to be eating. Of course you don’t have to agree to this. So I’m going to ask, and then you can wag your little tail if you agree. Okay?” Steve was nodding his head no but she knelt down between his legs.