Some years back, I had a long-term affair with a coworker, Sarah. The fact is she worked for me and had for several years. Professionally, I'd come to rely on her as my go-to person and sounding board. She came into my office one day to update me on something and suddenly, like for the first time, I noticed she was pretty hot. I did my best to ignore the attraction for several months but I finally caved in and told her. We didn't exactly rush into things, we wrestled with the whole gamut of ethical and moral issues. I think it was nearly ten months before we finally tossed the ethics book out the window and made love.
Facially, Sarah wasn't a beautiful woman by modern Madison Avenue standards, but she did have an attractive, handsome quality about her. Her lips were probably the most visually appealing aspect of her face; they just called out to be kissed. She had short dishwater blonde hair, blue eyes and almost never wore make-up. A softball, tennis and basketball player, she was definitely a jock with a strong athletic build. She was just over five foot seven with long legs, powerful thighs and a sweet butt – not too small, not too big, the perfect butt for her body. Her breasts weren't large but they were capped with the most succulent nipples I've ever had the pleasure to savor. Her areola were pink and perfectly round with nipples about the size of the pause button on your Tivo remote and just over a quarter inch tall. Yes indeed, they were succulent.
A couple of years into our relationship, Sarah took me by surprise when she expressed her desire to be spanked - nothing really heavy, but certainly a level or two beyond over-the-knee spanking. Her interest extended to being bound and dominated. This submissive side of Sarah surprised me because she was an otherwise driven, extremely capable, executive business woman who was used to being in charge and having her way. The first time she asked me to spank her, I was taken aback. From that first naked-butt-over-the-side-of-the-bed spanking it quickly escalated to totally naked, blindfolded, tied face-down on the bed "spankings" with a leather strap, a riding crop, or a switch. She liked to be tied down, disciplined, and sexually taken advantage of. The sexual part usually involved a vibrator and/or a couple of dildos she had. She loved being "helpless" and poked, prodded, violated and fucked. At times it actually made me feel somewhat uncomfortable – I came from the school where "you never strike a woman." I went along with it though, because it sure got her hot.
Anyway, my thing is voyeurism. I wanted to watch her engaged in any and all manner of sexual interactions. She agreed to several MFM interactions where I shared her with other men. I'd usually watch them make love then I'd have my turn with her. Sometimes she'd be making love with one of us while she sucked the other. Over the years there were three different guys, two white and one black, that we'd include in our sex games. She'd also spend time with two of them on her own occasionally. She owned a nice camping trailer and took the black guy up to Yosemite and made love in the woods for four days and nights.
Anyway, I did a couple of pretty wild things with her. One time I went to Sarah's house for an afternoon of sex but I'd done some scheming beforehand. I knew in advance that she was in the mood for something kinky but I'd kept my full plan a secret. When I arrived at her house, as soon as the door was closed, we embraced and started kissing. We kept it up as I walked her backwards down the hall and into the master bedroom. We stood next to the bed where I kissed and caressed her as piece by piece I removed her clothes until she stood naked. I bent over slightly, took a nipple between my lips, wrapped my arms around her thighs and lifted her off the floor. I turned and tossed her on the bed.
Reaching under the bed, I pulled out Sarah's "toy box." I grabbed the Velcro cuffs and ropes from the box.
"Spread 'em, slut, you're getting tied down!" I barked at her.
Falling into the submissive role, she responded, "Please, no, sir. What did I do? I didn't do anything." She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapper her arms around them.
"You didn't do anything? That's exactly right! I take the time to come over here and you meet me at the door fully dressed. I didn't come to play bridge, I came to play slip the sausage to Sarah. You should have been butt naked waiting for me at the door. Now give me your wrist." She seemed to love this stuff so I'd lay it on. She'd argue a bit but one-by-one she'd surrender each limb and I'd tie her to the bed. Once she was tied down, I pulled a blindfold over her head and ensured her eyes were completely covered.
"Now just lay there ya sweet little bitch and think about how you screwed up and what you'll do next time. I'll be back when I'm good and ready." I tweaked her nipples and headed for the master bath. I grabbed her massage oil from under the vanity and laid the bottle in the sink. Once I had a good flow of hot water coming from the faucet, I plugged the sink and covered the massage oil bottle with hot water.
I headed for the kitchen just to kill some time and let her lay there in her vulnerable state. I found some homemade cookies and helped myself to a few along with some water to wash them down. I walked quietly back down the hall to the master bedroom door and leaned on the jam. I stood there in silence for a time just watching her lie helpless on the bed. She'd pull on a restraint occasionally and turn her head one way or the other trying to listen for any sign of me.
"Your safe-word for this afternoon, sweet lips, is 'Philadelphia.'" I stated as I entered the room.
"Why do I need a 'safe-word?'", Sarah asked after a pause to absorb what I'd said..
"It gives you ultimate control. I don't know what your limit is and you're going to be pushed further today than we've ever gone. If you wanna stop, just say 'Philadelphia'." I explained. (Why 'Philadelphia', you ask, dear reader? It was a play on W.C. Fields' epitaph. His headstone reads, "I'd rather be in Philadelphia.") Sarah seemed to think about that for a moment and then, with a quiet smile, nodded her agreement.
"What's the safe-word?" I asked.
"Philadelphia.", she replied
I pulled all the toys out of the toy-box and laid them along the side of the bed. Her two bibrating dildos, a fur glove, a chamois, some clothes pins with weakened springs for her nipples, a leather belt that was too wide to be fashionable but made a great spanking strap, and an electric vibrator with various tips. Last, I grabbed the stuff from under the bed that wouldn't fit in the box; a riding crop, a two foot long feather, and a hollow carbon fiber shaft about three feet long – once the main-stay from a stunt kite, now a formidable swtitch.
I picked up the feather and began to tease her body with it. I traced circles around Sarah's nipples, then lightly teased the skin of her inner thighs from her knees to her pussy lips. I'd whisp it across her chest and down her abdomen. With a light touch below one ear, I'd pull the soft feather tips down her neck, under her chin and back up her neck to the other ear lobe. Lifting the feather from her body completely, I'd pause as she waited in anticipation, wondering wear she'd feel its touch next. Without touching her, I wafted the feather over face just create a very light breeze then quickly move it between her thighs. Using just the soft ends of the feather tips I dragged it so lightly it barely touched her vaginal lips. The sensation was so subtle that she'd first question if she felt it at all. As the sensation became more obvious, her knees would open to welcome it. Once the last soft plume of the feather cleared her swelling clitoris, I quickly turned the feather around in my hand. Placing the index finger of the opposite hand on the tip of the feather's quill, I flexed the feather's shaft to create a spring-like tension. Slipping my finger off the tip, the quill slapped sharply across Sarah's clit. Sarah's body recoiled from the shock, she gasped a lung full of air and her knees snapped together as close as her restraints would allow. As the sharp sting gradually subsided, Sarah slowly exhaled. A thin smile crossed her face as she began to draw her next breath. The sound of Sarah's breathing was broken by the ringing of my cell phone. It was out on the kitchen table where I'd left it.
"Saved by the bell, Slut. I'll be back - think dirty thoughts." I left to get the phone. I had arranged for a guy she'd never met to come over and share in the fun. He was calling from in front of the house. I grabbed my phone and answered it while heading for the front door. He was at the door when I got there.
I quietly opened the door and stepped out to talk with him. "Hey, Ray, I'm really glad you could get away from work this afternoon. I don't think you'll regret it."
I had met Ray a few months earlier online. I had posted a personal in a news group saying that I was a voyeur and I was looking for an exhibitionist couple that would let me watch them. Ray answered my ad and, after a few emails, we met. He wanted to arrange for me to watch without his wife's knowledge. It hadn't worked out but Ray and I had stayed in touch. To our mutual surprise, we only lived a few blocks from each other.
Back out on Sarah's front porch, I explained to Ray that once we were in the house I'd go back to the master bedroom. He was to strip down to nothing, remain in the living-room for a few minutes, then quietly come back to the bedroom. For the whole time he was there, he was not to utter or whisper a single word.
I went back to the bedroom. "God, Slut, you look so sexy laying there. We're going to have some fun today." I picked up her iPod from a nearby chest-of-drawers, selected one of her favorite playlists, popped the ear-buds in her ears and hit play. She lay there, tied to the bed, blindfolded and unable to hear much other than her favorite background music. I stripped off my clothes and began teasing her body again with the tactile toys and waited for Ray to show up.
It wasn't long before he tiptoed in, looking rather sheepish about being naked. His bashfulness went away when he took a look at Sarah spread-eagled, naked and tied to the bed. I motioned Ray over and transitioned the toys to him. I stepped back and watched as he gently stroked and teased Sarah's body. As he did so, his uncircumcised cock grew into a very full erection.
