“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.
Steve braced himself to try not to move.
As she spoke she placed a hand on both his thighs and leaned in close. “Do you want me to feed you your own cum?”
Staring into the face of this young, gorgeous woman, Steve’s cock betrayed him by bouncing up, once, twice, three times.
“Good.” She flicked on the vibrator and walked back towards Sara.
Sara smiled and placed a hand on Maggie’s waist. “What do you figure? How long do you think he lasts?” There was something mean about referring to her husband as “him” when he was in the room right in front of her. But it seemed linguistically appropriate. He was a third party now, a helpless observer. And she knew he’d like it.
For her part, Maggie was too excited by watching this act of dominance play out to delay any longer. Without responding, she moved in for a kiss. The first kiss was light, but with a speed that communicated urgency and it was not long before Sara responded, slipping her tongue into Maggie’s mouth. They stood there entwined, hands roaming across each other’s bodies, down a back, along a hip. Sara traced the neckline of Maggie’s dress with her finger. Down the strap, over the curvature to the middle. Then she gently lifted the straps of the dress and let it fall to the floor.
Maggie stood before her in matching baby blue lace bra and hipster panties. Her breasts were smaller than Sara’s, each just barely a handful. Her waist was tiny, and the flickering shadows played off the subtle contours of her ribcage and the gentle line running from her breastbone to her bellybutton. Sara sunk to her knees, kissing Maggie on the belly, then lower, just above her underwear, while her hand moved up to press against her breast through the bra.
As Sara went down in front of her, Maggie found herself facing Steve directly. She looked him in the eye, tauntingly, smiling as his wife drew nearer to Maggie’s pussy. She saw his chest rise and fall deeply, he was squirming in his seat and his moaning was growing louder. “Oh is that little cock ready to burst already?” She said it with a pouty face and a baby voice.
Then she grabbed Sara by the hair and forced her head down. Sara obliged licking her through the fabric of her lingerie. Maggie’s pouty face was replaced by an open mouth and a loud exaggerated moan, as her friend’s tongue dampened the thin lace.
And then sure enough Steve lost control of his body and his cock shot out the first pulse of cum. Excited by manipulating him so easily, Maggie withdrew an inch from Sara and patted her quickly on the shoulder, laughing, “Look he’s coming already”.
Sara, still on her knees, turned to look at her husband. By the time she focused on him a rope of cum had already landed on his chin and a second thick strand was shooting up on to his chest. She watched in fascination — never having seen him cum from this angle. His balls drew up away from the wand and his penis contracted with each shot of cum. He moaned and thrashed like an animal, spraying again and again until finally his cock stopped twitching and a single long pulse of cum lazily emerged from the tip and ran all the way down to the wand below.