This is the third of a multi part story of Jim and Deb, a married couple that have entered into an arrangement with a company that will require them to explore the bounds of their sexuality and endurance.
Part 3: Deb's First Excursion
There had been three weeks between their signing of the contract and their first "excursion". The time had passed quickly for both of them. The cameras were installed the week following John Chancellor's visit. They'd been told that until the first excursion, members of the site would not be able to view the cameras, but the company would be monitoring from time to time just to make sure everything was operating properly.
At first, they were constantly watching for the red lights on front of the cameras that signified someone was watching. It wasn't often, and before long they had pretty much just started ignoring the cameras entirely.
The night of John's visit Jim had reclaimed his wife roughly, not even letting her get cleaned up first. They had both been so amped up from the unexpected "test" that Jim had never really went all the way limp after fucking his wife's mouth. After John drove off Deb took her clothes back off, laid back on the couch and spread her legs showing her husband her leaking quim.
Jim was back at full mast by the time she spread open and was following her lead and sheading his clothes.
She looked ravishing with her red hair laying around her head, looking over her large tits and through her spread open knees with a look on her face that was pure wonton horniness. Her pussy was drooling the remnants of both her juices and John's cum. Her pussy was gaped slightly, red and swollen.
Jim had kneeled in front of her and pushed her thighs back hard exposing her further. His lust for her at that moment replaced all other thoughts. He lined up and slid into her balls deep. God she was so hot, like an oven. She was sopping wet, and he could feel her dampness on his balls. The smell of sex was heavy in the room.
Deb still watched him through half closed eyes, and he started pumping his cock in and out of her throbbing center. Each time he hit bottom his thighs slabbed hers and there was a squishing sound that accompanied each slap. Her pussy felt like heaven, so hot and wet. Though still stretched a bit from John's big piece, Jim was hitting at an angle that was rubbing her g-spot each time he withdrew.
Jim continued slamming himself into her and had pushed her knees down even further lifting her ass up and towards his assault. He was growling like an animal the entire time and breathing heavily.
Out of nowhere Debs orgasm started. He felt her pussy clenching and releasing but he didn't slow. He was starting to feel his own tingle and would not stop until he came into his wife.
Her own clenching orgasm had the effect of pushing even more juices out of her cunt and the squishing got louder. Both their thighs were wet, and the couch would never be the same. Her low whimper as her orgasm hit its peak pushed Jim over the edge. He grunted and shot his load into her. He had just emptied into her mouth within the hour so he only managed a few spurts, but it had put her right back to sloshing as his orgasm waned.
They laid in their sweaty, cum covered mess on the couch for another hour talking of what they thought would happen at the excursions.
While time had passed quickly those few weeks, the second Saturday was moving quite slowly. They had both attempted to sleep in but didn't have much luck with that. Both got up by 8am, talked about going to breakfast but both decided they weren't hungry. There was small talk, but not much about the upcoming excursion. They had about given up trying to guess what would happen and resigned themselves to just finding out when it happened.
As early evening finally came around Deb went to get ready. She took a long shower and shaved her legs. As was their custom, Jim came in to shave her pussy and ass crack. Although nervous, the act did turn them both on as it usually did. Other than a few rubs and licks they didn't act on it hoping to save some energy for the evening.
As Jim took his shower, Deb finished her routine, applying some light make-up though not anything over the top.
They got dressed together in the bedroom. They both decided that t-shirts and jeans were the order of the day since they probably wouldn't be wearing anything for long after arrival. Deb wore her daily cotton boy short panties and tan bra to support her large tits.
They had no idea if they would be in the same building or area. The contracts made it seem as if they would not see each other at all during an excursion but didn't specifically say as much. They were both a bundle of nerves watching the clock as 8pm finally rolled around. They stood on the porch as a black, long wheelbase Mercedes rolled down the street. It parked in front of the house and they both walked toward it. The driver was an older man dressed in a black suit looking every bit like the chauffeur that he was.
"I'm here for the lady of the house," he said simply. "Your car will be along shortly sir."
With that he opened the back door. Jim hugged his wife tightly and kissed her.
"Well then, my love. I guess I'll see you in a few hours."
Deb had a sparkle in her eyes. "That's right babe. I hope our evening goes well! I love you."
With that she got into the back seat and the driver closed the door. He quickly returned to the front of the car and drove off as Jim watched the car turn and disappear around the corner.
Deb
As her car pulled away from the front of their house the driver turned and spoke over his shoulder.
"Ma'am, there is water there for you if you like. Before we get to the interstate, please put on the eye covering in the console beside you. While it's only a thirty-minute trip we'd prefer to keep the exact location from you for now. It's possible you'll recognize the area when we arrive and that is fine as well, but for now we will assume that's not the case and will keep our destination a secret. I can't answer any questions about what is ahead of you this evening."
"Uh, ok then," Deb replied.
She opened the water bottle and took a long drink then placed it back in the cup holder. Looking into the console she found what was basically a sleep mask and went about putting it over her head and covering her eyes.
She settled in and tried not to dwell on the night ahead. She did notice that along with the nervous feeling in her stomach, she also had a bit of tingle in her nether region. She remembered how turned on she was during her video with Mr. Chancellor and her husband.
They had both been given their personal safe words via an email from Chancellor the night before. Hers were "Nightshade" and "Orient". The first was to let a handler know if she was reaching the limits of her pain tolerance and the second was the tap-out. If Orient was spoken out loud, everything would stop, including the live stream for both participants. They would be taken back home, and the arrangement would be over.
She felt the car roll to a stop.
"You may remove your mask now ma'am," the driver said.
As she did, she looked around. While it was dark outside, they were parked under a brightly lit entrance to what looked like a windowless large warehouse. Though it appeared to be of newer construction it had no markings or signage at all on the exterior. The driver come around and opened her door and ushered her to the entrance.
Rather than the glass door one might expect on this type of building there were two large very expensive looking wooden doors ahead of her. They would have looked more at home on a mansion than they did on this brick rectangle monstrosity.
The driver opened one of the doors and motioned her to go in. As she did, she heard the door close back behind her and she was left in a large, plush carpeted room with another set of ornate doors to her front. The room was wallpapered with the type of material that you might find in an old southern plantation. The light was dim and had a slight red hue. To her right was a fancy wooden bench and beside it was a locker that was quite out of place. She noticed cameras above both the doors she'd entered through, and the ones to her front.
Suddenly a male voice from an overhead speaker announced, "Miss, please remove all your clothing and place it in the locker. When complete, stand in the middle of the room with your hands behind your back."
Taken aback, Deb looked up at the camera to her front and said haltingly, "Yes, uh, sir."
She sat on the bench and removed her shoes and socks and set them aside. Then she stood and removed her shirt and bra, folding them and placing them on the bench. Her nipples were hard, but she was thankful it was actually quite warm in the room. Finally, she removed her pants and panties, folding them as well then placed everything into the little locker.
She stood in the middle of the room and faced the camera and placed her hands behind her as instructed. She pushed her tits out a bit and waited.
Her handler for the night watched the monitor. He was happy with what he was looking at. The lady was probably 15 years his senior but had a very nice body. Very large breasts with simply huge areolas and stiff nipples that were still pointing straight ahead defying the gravity that he'd guessed had been acting on them for forty some years. Long red hair over her shoulders almost reached to top of her ass crack. She had a cute little paunch belly above a completely shaven mound. Though her hips were wide, her ass wasn't overly fat. She was looking at him through the camera, but not with defiance like some of the woman do. She seemed excited to be standing naked in the foyer.
"Miss, go through the door to your front and you'll find an office to your right. Don't interact with anyone you see. Sit down in front of the table and I'll join you shortly," he announced.
She stepped forward and opened the door. What was before her nearly took her breath away. It was another larger room. Much larger. The walls were what appeared to be actual stone. The plush carpeting was an odd counterpoint to the almost dungeon-like appearance of the walls. There were offices to her left and right, but the other rooms that lined to either side had heavy wooden doors with metal brackets and handles.
Immediately to her front was a man holding a handheld camera trained on her. As she looked around one of the large doors to her right opened and a topless woman with leather pants walked out with a leash in her hand. She was quite striking and was obviously the handler. Following behind her was a portly bald man. From what Deb could tell the leash was attached to the man's balls and as he followed, she jerked the chain pulling him along. His cock was caged, and his ass was fire red from what Deb assumed had been a paddling.
As the woman went across and into another door Deb come back to her reality and entered the office. It was a simple beige space with a wooden table and two chairs. One was hard plastic and had a short, fat 5" dildo sticking up from its seat. The other was a leather armchair. She didn't need to be told which of the chairs were hers.
