After the second ring of the doorbell, Andrea finally opened the door with a phone against her ear.
"Hi, you guys. Sorry I'm a little flustered. Don and Tina are already here and Jake's still not home. Friday traffic! Please come inside. This is the new place. I was just about to give these guys a tour so your timing is perfect. Oh, is that wine for us? Thank you so much."
My wife and I stepped in the door and Andrea gave us each a warm hug and a peck on the cheek. She and her husband had just moved back to the country from two years abroad. Even flustered as she was right now, she looked fabulous in her little black dress, long blonde hair and high heels. There was a new sense of confidence in her now, even in her current swirl of excitement she was clearly no longer the timid wallflower we'd once known.
With the phone still pressed to her ear, she led us into the front living room of their enormous new house where we found Don and Tina. They were friends we saw once in a while. Tina was a petite impish brunette, outwardly shy but flirty after a couple of drinks. Don was taller, in great physical shape like Tina, and more of a fun-seeker than a deep-thinker. My wife, Ginette, and I were a little more laid-back and introverted than these two. After we made our greetings and Andy fixed us drinks, she was about to show us around when the phone in her hand rang. It was Jake, and apparently his car had broken down in the city.
"I have to go and pick him up, guys, I'm so sorry. Why don't you guys show yourselves around and help yourselves to snacks and more drinks in the kitchen? I'll be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops." And with that, Andy was out the door, leaving the four of us to wander the house on our own.
The place was huge and beautifully decorated. Apparently, pharmacists make a lot of money. As we made our way from room to room, we remarked to one another how amazing it was that they'd only been here a week. Everything seemed mostly unpacked. On the second floor, we found some unpacked boxes in the various extra bedrooms. Finally we got to the master bedroom.
"Wow!" said Ginette, "This room is huge."
Aside from the gigantic bed, the room had a comfy sitting area with a coffee table to one side and a fireplace to another side. A large flat screen TV set was mounted on the wall across from the foot of the bed. I admired the A/V system while the ladies checked out the massive walk-in closet. There was a stack of partially unpacked boxes near the TV wall and Don, being Don, was naturally snooping around in the top of these, which just happened to be open.
"Hey, Phil," he whispered to me, "Check this out." He was holding a black video cassette case which had a single white label on it. ROMP WITH THE BRAUNS, it read, followed by a date which was about a year and a half ago.
"What do you think it is?"asked Don, with a leer, "A porno?"
"Probably not." I chuckled, "I'm sure it's perfectly innocent."
"Well, fire this thing up and let's see."
I was interested in checking out this fancy TV so I went ahead and switched it on. As the TV warmed up I slid the tape into the VCR. "It's probably just picnic or something..." I was saying when my jaw suddenly dropped.
The video was definitely porn alright. Of the rough, handheld, amateur style, no less. What we immediately saw was a naked woman spreadeagled across a bed, her wrists tied to ropes that extended to the bedposts. Her knees were folded over the foot of the bed, her ankles presumably tied to the posts as well, though we couldn't see that from this angle. A naked man was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, his face buried in the woman's crotch. He was wearing a blindfold and a dog collar. The woman had something stuffed in her mouth, it looked like a pair of panties, and she was moaning and writhing from the ministrations of her partner.
"Holy shit." said Don in a low voice, "This is intense."
"What the fuck is that?" came Ginette's voice from behind us, causing me to jump like a schoolboy being caught red-handed. We spun around to find Tina and Ginette standing in the closet doorway staring.
"I was... Uh, we were just checking..." I stammered as they approached.
"What is this?" Ginette repeated.
"A tape," Don explained, matter-of-factly, "it was in that box."
"This is Andy and Jake's?" asked Tina, in a curious voice.
"We shouldn't be looking at this," said Ginette, "shut it off."
"Just a minute," said Tina as I fumbled for the remote. She watched for a few seconds more. "This stuff is seriously freaky."
"Oh relax, Tina, it's not that wild. Just a little bondage action. Besides," Don paused, grinning, "I happen to know much you like it."
"Don!" Tina covered her face with her hands to hide her blushing. Ginette and I stood frozen, equally mortified. Neither of us was comfortable talking about this sort of thing.
"She likes to get tied up," Don explained, "I like it, too, so we have to switch, you know."
"Don, please," interrupted Tina, "they don't want to know about...I mean it's private..."
"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.
