Not Invited to Girls Night

­She watches him mingle as her friends arrived. It didn't happen often, but from time to time they would all get together and hang out. Often it was going out to a bar, or over to one girl or the other's house. Tonight it was at the house that he and she shared. He was making the best, chatting idly as each friend arrived. Standard stuff about their jobs, partners, excitement level for particular concerts or games of the night.

After half dozen of the planned ten guests arrived, she decided it might be best for him to pull back a bit. She didn't want too many of her friends to become attached. As much as she loved having a husband that could kick it with the gals, she had other plans for him tonight.

She leaned back against the sofa, slipping her phone from her pocket and rapidly tapping away at the screen. She opens her texting app and selects his name.

Hey we're gonna get girls night started in a couple of minutes and I'm afraid you're not invited. Can I have you go upstairs and wait for me on the bed? I'll be up in a sec, just wanna have a quick chat before the night starts.

Tapping send she slips the phone into her pocket and enters into the conversation happening on the couch beside her. The other two girls on the couch are engaged in a conversation about one of their exes, who had recently began dating the barista at his favorite coffee shop.

"We've been going there for years, I fucking introduced him to that place, and now I can't go ever again without seeing her"

"What a douchebag."

Within a few moments he was passing her, heading up the stairs. Their eyes caught for a moment, but she pretended to not notice him pass, acting as if she was caught up in the conversation which bordered on gossip.

"Right? The worst part is-" the recently single girl paused for emphasis, "- she makes probably the best goddamn mocha I've ever had." They both laugh and take a sip from their glasses. She stands slowly, excusing her self from the conversation she was only barely a participant in and heading up the stairs as music began to play and the other girls gathered around the small dining room table to refill drinks and load up on snacks before the evening's first games began.

The noises faded behind her as she reached the top of the stairs and slowly opened the door to their bedroom. He was sitting there, just as she'd asked, on the edge of the bed.

"I promise I wasn't planning on staying, I know girls night is kind of a big deal for you." He started, a slightly apologetic smile on his face as he idly itched his elbow.

"Oh I know, I have a plan for you tonight." She had a slightly devious smile as she crossed their room heading for the small on-suite situated in the opposite corner of the room from the door to the hallway. "First off I'm going to need you naked." He paused for a moment, seemingly confused by her request.

"Uhh- I'm sorry nake-" He started to question her, which she immediately stopped by poking her head out of the bathroom door and looking at him, desire and mischief in her eyes. "Oh- ok naked it is." He immediately hopped up to his feet, reaching down and pulling his shirt up and over his head as she brushed on some last minute make-up and applied a subtle lip-stick.

He drops the t-shirt on the floor and begins to undo his pants, popping the belt-buckle off and dropping the fly, allowing the jeans to fall around his ankles. He steps out of the puddle of pants and uses a foot to pull them aside. He hesitates for a moment, an erection brewing in his underpants, pulling the fabric gently away from his thighs.

"Well, I said naked didn't I?" She speaks with a wry smile, almost as if excited by the confusion she inspires in him. She steps out of the bathroom, looking to him more or less as she had before except somehow more dominant and devious. He reaches for his own waistline and pulls the thin cotton down, his hardening cock popping forth as it clears the elastic band.

"Much better." She says with a smile, coming to a stop just in front of him. She pulls him in for a kiss, their lips melting into each other and their heads rotating slightly in opposite directions. One hand of hers slides behind his head, pulling his lips gently but firmly into hers, the other slides around his exposed hip to come to a rest in the small of his back. Her fingers on his back begin to glide up and down his form as she kisses him again and again. Her tongue slips into his mouth sliding and playing against his. His hands find their way to the back of her neck and head as he pulls her in close feeling her body against his.

"I just-" She pulls back for just a moment before pulling back in, "-wanted to try- ", she kisses him again, her lips pushing against his, the moisture of his breath filling her own mouth, "-to try something new-". She pulls back again, kissing her way down his neck, his collar bone, and begins to kiss his chest. Her lips circle his nipple as her tongue slides across it. He recoils a bit, shocked by the sudden sensation, but leaning into the second and third licks of his sensitive spot. As she kisses and licks at him her hand on his back slides across his side and finds its way to his cock. It immediately responds as she touches it, pulsing and lifting itself at her touch.

"Oh? What is it we're-" He pauses a moment as her finger tips gently drift up and down his cock, caressing his member as she stops kissing his nipple and wraps her hand around his cock fully. She looks up into his eyes and slowly pumps him once, then twice, then a third time. He shudders and moves with each movement of her hand on his cock. She watches as his smile turns to a lip-bite and his hand wraps around the back of her head.

"Alright," she releases his cock and slides her hand up to the middle of his chest, pushing him gently back onto the bed. He complies, sliding back into his seated position on the edge of the bed. "keep going." she says with a smile, pointing towards the headboard of their bed. He complies scooting backwards until he's near the center of the bed. "OK, now lay down, and stick your arms out to your sides." She half-heartedly mimes sticking her hands out to the sides as she begins to walk around the side of the bed. She opens a drawer on her side of the bed, and rustles around for a moment. He gets situated, his arms just about reaching both edges of the mattress and his head just an inch or so from tapping against the headboard.

"You really do have quite the plan don't y-"His comment is cut off by her holding a finger up, shushing him quickly. She pulls the things she's looking for out of the side-table, dumping a handful of assorted rubber, metal, electronics, and fabrics on the bed by his hip.

"Now, I've got some friends expecting me back, and you're going to be good for me and stay right here, isn't that right?" Her words are questions, but her tone is a command. She gently grabs his left wrist, slipping the fabric handcuff over it and tightening the Velcro strap until it sits snugly against his wrist. Then she pulls the short chain tight and snaps the small black carabiner on the end into the black loop at the end of the headboard. His arm moves up to accommodate, and she thinks she can detect a slight shiver in him as he feels the restraint holding his arm in place.

She smiles leaning down and planing a small kiss on his upward facing wrist, then turns and begins to walk around the bed. A cheer can be heard from downstairs as she crosses the foot of the bed. She draws her hands along the edge of the bed as she reaches the unbound side of the bed. Again she pulls his hand out straight, wrapping the Velcro restraint around his wrist and snapping the carabiner into the loop at the edge of the headboard.

"There." She says with a satisfied smile, standing back and admiring her work. He squirmed a little, adjusting to his new position. "Now-" she climbed onto the edge of the bed, bending over him and planing a kiss on his stomach. She kisses his tummy again, this time a little lower, then she plants a kiss on his pubes, her cheek brushing against the top of his cock gently. She looks up at him, his eye are full of desire looking down at her as her hand slowly slides up his thigh and gently caresses his cock. "I want you to stay right here." She continues gently running her fingertips up and down his cock, each touch causing his member to twitch and buck ever so slightly. A small dribble of precum begins to well at the tip as she reaches to her pile of fun and grabs a small rubber ring with a large lump on one side. She holds a silver button on the ring until it buzzes, then buzzes twice. She reaches to the nightstand with her free hand, grabbing her phone. She taps the phone a few times, then sets it beside him on the bed, moving both her hands to the ring. She pulls it apart with her fingers and slides it down over his now incredibly erect cock. She positions the lump against his balls, the rubber loop snugly around his shaft, then grabs for her phone.

She looks into his eyes and taps the volume-up key on the side of the phone. Immediately a gentle hum begins to sound from the ring and his eyes un-focus for a moment, his jaw slacking with a pang of pleasure. She taps the volume down button and the ring immediately goes silent. A smile stretches across her face as she reaches for some more fun things. She grabs a specially made eye-mask she got him three years ago on their anniversary. It was meant to make a complete seal ensuring you could sleep on a plane, but they used it somewhat frequently to make sure he was in the dark about what she was doing to him. She slipped the mask over his head and slid it securely over his eyes, forming the bridge of the mask around the bridge of his nose.

"Can you see?" She asks waving her hands in front of his face. He doesn't react to her movements. She immediately reaches into his side of the bed, grabbing two wireless earbuds from his drawer.

"Not a thing." He replies with an energetic excitement in his voice. Before she slips the earbuds in she clarifies things.

"I control this," She rubs her hand over his rock hard member, causing it to pulse gently against her palm, "and you're going to stay right here until I come back, OK?" She watches his lips shudder as her hand rubs over the head of his cock. "Mmmhmmm- good boy. Alright, I'm heading back down to the party. I'll be back in a little while." She plants a kiss on his lips and slips an earbud into each ear. She taps play on whatever he was listening to on his phone previously and slides off the side of the bed. She taps the volume up button twice as she heads towards the door, hearing the soft buzz and gentle moan of the cock ring beginning to massage him.

She closes the door behind her, opening her play app. She has settings to make him vibrate more, less, based on either of their phone's microphone volume, as well as an option to open a one-way communication to his own phone. She smiles to herself as she locks her phone and slips it into her pocket, heading down the stairs as the noise of the party grows.

"Alright, husband is put away, now lets play!"

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He squirms feeling the ring clinging tightly around his cock. The gentle buzzing felt good at first, but over time it dulls into less pleasure and more yearning. Yearning for something to rub his head, suck on his nipples, kiss him. Within a few minutes it clicked off, relaxing his cock slightly and leading him to exhale deeply. He pulled gently at his restraints, they were handcuffs they'd both been bound in many times before. He knew if he needed to he could pull the velcro apart, but a large part of him didn't want to.

In the complete darkness, her little performance replayed in his mind. The image of her somewhat dismissively commanding him to undress as she fixed her makeup, the gentle curves of her form outlined by the light of the bathroom shone through the darkness he was trapped in, only accentuated by the gentle piano music that filled his ears. She had known for a while he was curious about being more adventurous in their bondage experiments, but he'd never expected something like thi-

His entire brain went blank as the ring sputtered to life again, gently but firmly vibrating against his cock and balls. Within a few moments it kicks to a second gear, and then to a third gear. His mind begins to swim with images and memories. An image forms of their camping trip years ago.

He'd been out collecting wood and stoking the fire as she got ready for bed. He remebers unzipping the tent to see his wife reclining on her bag, her pants and shirt missing and her hand gently massaging her pussy. She smiles up at him, beckoning him to join her. He remembers her moaning as he pumped his cock into her, hands pulling at his back as her face was gently illuminated by the soft flickering of the raging fire behind him.

He sees himself pushing into her, he sees her riding him slowly the now smouldering fire illuminating her curves and casting a shadow over himself as she sways forward and back on top of him, her hands digging into his chest as she throws her head back in a massive release of pleasure coming to orgasm on his-

The ring goes silent, his hips thrust up slightly into the air, as if they're reaching for a pair of lips that were simply not there. He rustles and pulls at his restraints, an ache beginning to form in his balls as he writhes in his own bed. He breathes deeply, maybe even letting out a gentle moan, he can't be sure as his ears are filled with the sweet melodies of an orchestra playing some number or another that he vaguely recognizes from the background of his work-time playlist. He breathes again, beginning to calm himself as his arms and legs relax against the soft fabric of the comforter. He notices, possibly for the first time, how soft the fabric truly is. He's never really considered it before, but the texture of it is strangely loose as he takes the corner into his fingers. He's not able to appreciate the texture and weight of the comforter for more than a moment before the ring spin back to life.

It came as a shock to him, this time feeling less directly pleasurable, more it contributed to an aching within him immediately. He pulls at the restraints, his legs flexing, his ass lifting slightly from the bed towards the phantom pleasure his body knew must be hovering just out of reach of his member. His hands turn wildly, grabbing first onto the headboard of the bed, then settling on the chains that held each arm in place. One song ends and another begins as the vibration steps up three times, on what he assumes is the fourth setting. He holds onto his own thoughts for a moment before it slips away again, an image forming of a night years ago.

He sat on a strange bed, nerves coursing through his veins as he waited. A noise came from the bathroom, something falling against the sink.

"Is everything OK?" He called out, just as she came around the corner.

"Everything is perfect." She smiles an almost sheepish smile some combination of excitement and nerves. Her body wrapped in a black teddie, her hair pinned up in a bun with just a few loose strands dangling down over her face. His eyes hardly know what to, he's seen the her before in even less, but he'd never seen his wife like this. She proceeds slowly towards his side of the bed, her finger dragging along the bed as she struts towards him. He can feel his excitement mounting when images of her dancing, her laughing with her friends, helping her grandma find her seat, and finally her walking down the isle. It'd all happened just that day and now she was here, wanting him. The completeness of her character at once impressed and confused him. How could something this perfect want him?

She pulls him in to a kiss, her lips dancing across his, her tongue prodding against his. Her hands come to rest on each of his cheeks pulling him deeper into her embrace as she climbs onto the bed and straddles him. His hands find their place on her hips. The don't rest there for long, immediately sliding up her back and feeling her form beneath his finger. She's soft and firm and there to be with him. Her hands pull his face into her cleavage, prodding him to loose her breasts from their lacy black prisons. He obliges, pulling the shoulder straps from her shoulders and letting her free. He kisses his way down her neck, along the top of her breast and finding her nipples quickly. She runs her fingers through his hair, pulling him into her breast as her head rolls back. Her heat against him is nearly too much to handle, he feels like he might explode before she's even put him inside her. He pulls her close, feeling the shape of her ass against his thighs. He knows this is the most beautiful thing he's ever been a part of and the sensation is nearly orgasmic when-

The ring goes silent again. His hips fully thrust up off of the bed. His hands flex and reach around in vain as his cock strains into the air in vain. His lips open, practically gasping for air as he lets out a moan even he can hear through the headphones. He pulls at the restraints, feeling the chains tighten and shift under his pull as he strains at them.

His ass comes back down against the bed, the music suddenly stops and a strange voice speaks quietly.

"Connecting." A pleasant and robotic female voice rings out in his ears, then only the sound of silence. For a moment he thinks maybe his earbuds just died. Then a strange noise rings out and suddenly there's laughing around him. He jumps at the sudden change in noise. There are a dozen conversations happening all around him. One voice curses about her "turn" being skipped, another voice responds "Tough shit you get the cards you get", to which several voices respond with laughter. Another conversation is headed to the kitchen for a drink refill. It takes him a couple of moments, but he quickly realizes these voices are that of the ladies downstairs. The ring flips back on as one voice begins to contemplate whose turn she wants to ruin. Another conversation begins about a snack refill. Yet a third conversation starts and stops as the woman who went to get drinks returns with several for the ladies at the table. The ring buzzes faster and faster, increasing to a level five and mixing equal parts of longing, confusion, and a tantalizing form of humiliation as the ring teases at his testes and buzzes along his shaft. He sees them there hovering above him. He sees a vision of himself lying on the bed, his arm bound out to either side, with all three edges of the bed lined with women who have known him casually, watching him writhe and wriggle in a mix of pleasure and longing as the ring buzzes against his cock, each of their faces obscured by a mask or covering as their eyes pull him apart. He feels the precum dribbling down his shaft and finding its place on his testes and in his pubes. She appears at the foot of the bed, her hands clasping onto his legs as she crawls up his body. Her hands pushing into the soft flesh of his legs as each of the women surrounding him begin to reach towards him.

"What- oh- oh fuck." a voice mutters, then the sound of a phone mic being hit accidentally sounds out before silence returns, then the music that had been playing before. A hand touches the end of his cock and he nearly jumps out of his skin. He breathes deeply as the hand wraps around his head and tugs gently up and down, using his precum as sort of lubricant to rub his member. A hand feels its way up his chest and prods at his nipple, rubbing and gently pinching in alternating rhythms. A hand finds its way up to his face, pulling the blindfold up onto his forehead.

It takes his eyes a moment to adjust, but they come to see her kneeling over him, his cock in one hand and the other pulling at her own tank top. She pulls the bottom up over her cleavage revealing her bra underneath. She smiles at him clearly taking some joy in his swirling mix of distress, excitement, and longing. She pulls one cup aside, exposing a breast to him then gently rubbing a finger over her now exposed nipple.