Over the years, a small group of men had become friends. Being who they were, they had taken to bragging to each other about how responsive their wives were, each woman aroused by her own particular fetishes. Exchanging ideas had led to the men bringing home new kinks to share in the bedroom. At one of their meetings, one of the men suggested getting together along with their wives in his well-appointed dungeon for some mutual activities. The others were quite taken by the idea, and by what adventures they could have with their already obedient wives.
Alexander Stein brought home the idea of meeting other couples like theirs to his wife, Angel. She had vaguely known about his friends, but was not aware of the communication the men had with each other, or that one of them had a dungeon. Alexander and Angel had never done anything outside their marriage, and although the shared fantasizing was a huge turn-on, the reality of it was scary and electrifying. Angel wanted to know all about the other couples and the dungeon. Alexander said he completely trusted the men, and vouched for their impeccability, but that he did not know the women and had never seen the dungeon.
"Angel," Alexander said, "I am inviting you to participate in a decidedly kinky sexual adventure with other couples you do not know, in a house you do not know, and with my attendance being the only real safety you have. What do you think?"
Angel paled, her thoughts and her heart racing. She had so many questions, most of which would need to be answered by trusting her husband and the unknown men. And yet it was so arousing, so tempting. "Who are these people?" she finally asked.
"A few mature couples, like us, who share similar fantasies to ours. One woman has tremendously sensitive breasts, just like you. Another prefers anal only sex, and gets off on being denied any pussy stimulation at all."
"Wait," she blushed. "You tell each other about your wive's most personal secrets like that?"
"In detail," he grinned. "It is quite a turn-on. I have told the men several times how you like to cum just from me paying attention to your delectable breasts. And how much you like a good spanking," he smirked.
"Oh my God." She was overcome with emotion: embarrassment, excitement, fear, arousal, annoyance, anticipation, all jumbled up together. She was trying to decide whether to chastise him for divulging her innermost secrets, or whether to ask how he knew he could trust these strangers when he asked, "So, what do you think?" he asked again. Then he got more formal. "Angel Stein, will you accompany with me to my friend's dungeon next Saturday night, and will you agree submit to the sexual desires of the men in attendance? Their wives will all be there, and are all being asked to make this same agreement. The men know your secrets, so I expect you will wind up the evening a little sore, but more than completely satisfied sexually."
The words left her mouth with before realized she was about to speak. "Oh, God, yes!" she almost groaned.
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Arrangements were set, agreements made and taken, and finally the long-awaited evening arrived. As they arrived, the husbands introduced themselves and their wives. While they waited for each couple to show, the men each had a snifter of Hennessy warmed over a candle, while the women had chilled Perrier over ice. Finally they were all settled. The host, Martin Rust, stood and addressed his guests in a warm baritone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our home. Tonight is going to be exciting and fun, but it has to have a foundation of trust. Every man here has pledged to me to respect the safety and pleasure of all attendees. I would like to ask you women if you will make the same pledge?" They nodded in assent. "Not good enough," he said, his voice noticeably colder. "Will you pledge to respect the safety and pleasure of all here tonight?" They all said yes. "Better," he said. "Trust is going to come from good communication. I expect immediate and explicit communication about any aspect of tonight, including your obedience, but also any unwanted discomfort you experience. Do you understand and agree to this?" All the women said yes again, a little rattled by the turn from warm host to stern taskmaster.
"Good," he said. "Now you were all told to prepare for tonight by being prepared to look as alluring as possible for tonight's activities. Have you all done so?" Yesses all around. "Very good. You ladies are to go through that door into the dungeon, and disrobe to the extent you believe will be most enticing. Once you have done so, you are to stand in a line next to each other, with your feet spread well apart, your arms raised, and your hands behind your heads so we may enjoy the view of your fine breasts. Call to us once you are in position for our inspection. Now go."
The ladies filed through the dungeon door one at a time. When they entered the dungeon room, it took a minute for their eyes to get used to the dim light provided by widely spaced wall sconces. They were taken by the richness of the leather furniture, the dark hue of the fine woods, the neatness of all the arranged implements. There were some items they recognized were used for pleasure, some for pain. The scariest ones of all were the ones which were unknown but darkly fascinating to them.
They found a clothes rack where they could put their over-garments, and started disrobing as they talked in muted wonder about their surroundings. Compliment matched compliment as the women admired each other's preparation and presentation, and surreptitiously noticed a piercing here, a hardened nipple there, and more than one pattern of carefully trimmed hair around the nether regions. Finally, they got in the requested position, and one of the women called to the other room, "We're ready!"
The men filed in, and took in the view. A line of submissive women prepared for their use. Not naked, but without exception even more alluring. Black garters and fine stockings with high heels. Shelf bras to present the breasts as if in an offering. Each lady was more tantalizing than the next, not least of which was due to the poses they struck.
The last man in was the host, who held his brandy in one hand, and with the other ran his hand slowly across every derriere in the line while the men watched the women's evident surprise at the unexpected intimacy. "You ladies have done well," he said grandly. "I propose a toast: to tonight!" And he raised his brandy. "To tonight," the men replied with gusto.
"We will start tonight's festivities by drawing straws to see which man has the pleasure of choosing his first partner." He held up a set of straws, and the men each drew one in turn, showing it to his companions. Alexander wound up with the long straw, and Martin said, "Congratulations. Who will you pick first?"
"I love tits," Alexander grinned. "And I especially love sensitive tits. I am going to do a scientific study," he smirked, "and choose the woman, other than my wife, of course, with the most responsive nipples."
Angel had been through a mix of fear, excitement, doubt, arousal, and envy all during the preparation and wait for the men. But the phrase, "Other than my wife, of course," brought her up short.
Alexander started walking down the line admiring each set of already stiff nipples and looking into the eyes of the lady who owned them. He reached out and gently caressed, then stroked, then more firmly pinched and pulled, until he got an exhalation of, what was it, pleasure? Contentment? Desire? He did this with each woman in turn, including the practically flat-breasted brunette last in line, Deedee. She was unable to stay still during his ministrations, and practically moaned when he finished his "scientific testing."
"Wow," he said, "I don't usually go for small tits, but you are remarkable." She blushed deeply and grinned back at him. "Deedee, come with me."
Angel had not thought of this. She had not prepared herself for the surge of jealousy and despair at Alexander touching a woman so intimately, and then inviting her to, who knows what. She stared in alarm, as he took her hand and led her to a well-appointed bed near the center of the room. Angel had by far the biggest breasts. How could he prefer this, this girl, to her womanly form?
"Angel," Martin called, jarring her out of her spiraling thoughts. "Come here. You are to disrobe your husband, and prepare him to take Deedee. You are then to prepare Deedee to receive him." Now she was completely addled, but she had already started walking when Martin called out to her, so she continued obediently until she reached her husband's side. "Undress me," he commanded with a disarming smile, and she started taking off the fine clothes she had seen him put on only a few hours before. Her stomach was butterflies as she fumbled with the buttons, somewhat consoled that she was by his side helping him, happy that he was having fun, but in the back of her mind dismayed about what might be meant by "prepared."
"Thank you," said Martin. "Now go over to the case over there and bring me two whips. No, make that a whip and a paddle. Choose a whip to be used on a woman's tender breasts, just like Alexander told us you like, and choose a paddle to be used on a woman's firm bottom, just like Alexander told us you like." If Angel could have crawled inside one of the wall sconces, she still wouldn't have been able to hide from her embarrassment, but Martin said, "hurry up, now," so she hastened over to the case and chose a whip and a paddle she hoped wouldn't be too painful if used by someone other than Alexander. She walked back to Martin and handed them to him, hearing approving murmurs and quiet comments as the sexual tension in the room continued to climb.
"Very good," said Martin. "Now make him hard. Rock hard. With your slutty mouth. He told us how much you liked his big thick cock in your greedy mouth." She blushed deeply and grinned at the erotic compliment, torn between the embarrassment of having everyone know her secrets and the exhibitionist pleasure in showing off her sensual skills. She positioned herself so she could take him comfortably in her mouth, and gave herself over to pleasuring her lover, and losing her anxieties in the devotion she gave to his familiar cock.
