"Relax, babe, it's perfectly normal," cooed Don, "I'm sure Phil and Ginette like to get kinky, too from time to time, right guys." He looked to us for support.
"Ah, sure." I said. It was true, we both had a number of wild fantasies, involving BDSM, among other things, but aside from a little light bondage, we'd never acted on them.
"Oh my god." gasped Ginette, we all looked at her and followed her gaze back to the screen. The camera had zoomed in and turned slightly so we could better see the face of the man. A woman's hand from off screen was untying his blindfold and finally pulled it away. Ginette whispered, "That's Jake."
The four of us silently confirmed the identity of the man in the video, who was passionately slurping away at this bound woman's shaved pussy. The other woman's hand, in a fingerless latex glove, patted him on the head and then the camera tracked up to the bound woman's face and torso.
"If that's Jake, then who's this tied-up girl?" asked Tina.
"It must be Mrs. Braun," replied Don passing the tape case over for Tina and Ginette to see.
In the video, Mrs. Braun was now staring into the camera, so she didn't see the riding crop coming from off screen before it landed on her left nipple, causing her to yelp and struggle against her bonds. The camera zoomed out more and the four of us gasped in sync when we saw woman with the gloved hand holding the crop. It was Andrea.
In addition to the black latex gloves, she was wearing a matching set of latex boy shorts, with the crotch cut out, and a bra with the nipples cut out. Her legs were adorned with fishnet stockings and high heels. The latex choker and goth makeup completed the look. In short, she was the perfect BDSM goddess/bitch. As I watched her dole out a beating on Mrs. Braun's tits, I became suddenly, uncomfortably aware of how hard my cock was becoming. Stealing a sideways glance, I noticed that the other three were now as fixated on the screen as I was. We four stood, paralyzed, in a line, breathing heavily in unison.
On the tape, Andy was climbing onto the bed so that she straddled the captive's face backward, her knees resting on Mrs. Braun's upper arms. Andy leaned forward so she was practically lying on Mrs. Braun's torso, reached out and took hold of Jake's collar. She lifted his face from Mrs. Braun's crotch and pulled it toward her for an open-mouthed kiss. Watching their tongues meet in mid-air, imagining them sharing the taste of their captive's pussy was almost too hot. At some point Ginette had taken my hand in hers. Standing next to her, I could sense her excitement at watching this guilty pleasure. We observed as Andy encouraged her husband to stand up, and for the first time, we saw his swollen cock as Andy guided it into Mrs. Braun's cunt. My own member was now uncomfortably strained in my pants and I finally had to reach down to adjust it. I couldn't help sneaking another look across at our friends in the room and was shocked to see that each of them had let a hand drift down to the front of his or her own pants, including my wife.
Looking back up to face Ginette, she met my gaze with dilated pupils and breathlessly leaned forward to kiss me. I pulled her close, my hand landing on her perky breast and massaging it gently through her top as our tongues battled it out. One of her hands found itself pulling down the fly of my jeans and reaching in to rub my cock. I opened my eyes and saw Don and Tina locked in a likewise passionate embrace, then glanced over to the screen where Andy was having her pussy licked by Mrs. Braun while Jake was fucking her.
Somehow Tina and Don had moved even closer, so that Ginette and Tina were now practically leaning against each other back-to-back as we made out with our respective spouses. Ginette's hand had opened the front of my jeans completely and was now reaching into my underwear to grasp my cock. As I pressed closer into my wife's body, my hand came into contact with Tina's blouse. Impulsively, I let my fingers wander up to the side of her breast. At the same time, I became aware of Don's hand reaching around Ginette's waist. We were all breathing heavily and moaning audibly now. In a tangle of arms, I found myself clutching Tina's hefty boob through her blouse when Ginette suddenly froze.
"Oh fuck! They're home!" She whispered urgently, quickly disengaging from the crush and straightening out her clothes. Now I could hear voices and the sound of the front door closing.
"Hey everybody, we're back!" called Andy from downstairs.
Full-scale panic set in. I dove for the remote control and fumbled with the settings to switch the TV screen off as I heard footsteps on the stairs. Don and Tina were frantically trying to regain their composure as Ginette ran to the bedroom door to head off Andy, whose voice was getting closer, "Where are you guys? Oh there you are." She poked her head in the door to catch the other three greeting her with a very forced, overly cheery casualness. Knowing she couldn't quite see me from the door, I left the remote on the bed and ducked into the ensuite bathroom where I took the opportunity to do stuff my cock back into my jeans and do them up.
As I tried to catch my breath I heard the others making small talk. "We were just checking out your amazing bedroom!" "Wow." "Yeah, really nice." Then Jake obviously came into the room, as I could hear everyone greeting him. I walked back into the bedroom as nonchalantly as possible, breezily complimenting their bathroom before shaking Jake's hand. Ginette, Don and Tina were smiling and laughing, but each was still a little flustered, as was I. Andy and Jake seemed oblivious, though, joking about the unreliability of Jake's expensive car. Were we actually going to get away with this? It was such an odd transition. In the blink of an eye we had transformed from taboo passion into banal chitchat.
"Well not to kick you all out of my bedroom," Jake was chuckling, "but I think I'll just quickly change my clothes and meet you guys back downstairs for a drink before I light the barbeque."
We took the hint and started filing out. I tried to take this opportunity to assess how well our tracks had been covered. First I glanced over by the components cabinet and noticed the VCR was still on, but no longer running. It wasn't clear whether the tape had been extracted or left in the machine. I had to hope that Don had managed to pull it out of the VCR; leaving it in there would be a real giveaway. I was still scanning the room for it when Jake noticed me.
"You alright, Phil?"
I plastered on a big dumb smile, "Yeah! Just love this room, that's all! See you downstairs!" With that I headed out after the others.
The rest of the evening went by pretty prosaically with a few exceptions. When Jake came back downstairs, I studied him for some kind of sign that he had found the tape out of place but it was difficult to read him. Jake was always a bit odd socially, varying from being very gregarious to very withdrawn, depending on the day. For the rest of the evening, he was pretty quiet, sometimes looking as though he was lost in thought, but from time to time he'd crack a joke or flash his smile. Meanwhile my mind was turning over the possibilities, hoping we'd escape any reckoning for our trespass. It was difficult to focus on the conversation at hand and I suspect all of us guests were silently reflecting not only on the movie we'd found, but also on what almost happened next. A few drinks calmed everybody down and loosened us up. We heard a lot about Andy and Jake's time abroad. Andy kept repeating how they'd had so many new experiences that had broadened their horizons. Every time she said that, Don would press her for an example, but she'd move on to talking about something else. After dinner, when many drinks had been imbibed and we were all getting silly, she again mentioned not knowing how she'd give up some of the things they'd tried doing. This time, when Don asked her again to elaborate, she just laughed and hinted that she'd have to show us some time. This made me catch Ginette's eye privately. And Tina took Don off somewhere to chat, no doubt persuading him to keep his mouth shut. By the end of the evening, no one was fit to drive and Andy begged us all to stay over. All of the guests except Don objected. I was thinking we didn't want to be in the house if they found the tape out of place. Since we lived in the same direction, the four of agreed to share a cab home. I ended up in the front while the others piled into the back seat. It was an awkward ride home. By now Don was so plastered, he didn't seem to know where he was but the rest of us felt the sexual tension, remembering all too well what had happened between us. In the end we just made small talk, not speaking at all about the tape or the impromptu make-out session we'd had or how we'd almost been caught.
Ginette and I walked into our dark apartment and shut the door behind us. We stood there in the dark for a moment facing each other. Then the pent-up desire of the day took over. Our tongues entwined, we started tearing each other's clothes off. I pushed her against the door and kissed my way down my wife's sweet body, pulling her tits out of her bra to suck on her nipples before working my way down her flat tummy to the front of her soaking panties. I pulled these to one side and drove my tongue into her pussy, lapping up the juices.
"You bad little boy," whispered my wife, "watching our friends fucking around like that. You little pervert. I think you need to be punished." Somehow she had my belt in her hand. She brought it down like a whip on my backside, making me yelp.
"Yes, I've been very bad." I conceded.
"Did I tell you to stop licking my pussy? Get back to work!" she taunted. "Go on, lick my clit. Oh, yeah, that's it baby. Keep doing that. Now fuck me with your tongue, you little cheater. Yeah like that. Whose pussy are you licking right now, you little bitchboy? Tina's? Yeah, you want her cunt, don't you, you little fucker?"
Her words were exciting me more and more and I just kept on working my tongue deeper into my wife's snatch, feeling her short, red, drenched pubic hair rub against my nose. Ginette had talked dirty before, but this was a new dimension, using the names of our friends and striking my ass with the belt.
"Oh, I bet it's Andy you want to go down on isn't it? Or would you like her to tie you up and sit on your face while she whips you like...THIS? You've already seen her shaved pussy, after all. Now you just want a taste through those crotchless panties of hers, you little, Fucker...uugghh!" As she came with my mouth on her cunt, my wife's knees went weak and she started sliding to the floor.
