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Just like last time the phone rang.
"Linda wants to see you."
I was starting to wonder if this would be the usual way of operating when it came to these little trysts. Difference was it wasn't months between contact this time. It was just a matter of days. Hell, my extreme horniness, will do anything "batteries" hadn't even fully recharged yet.
Business has been slow with the economy so I figured why not.
"I'll be over in a bit." I replied and hung up the phone.
I wrapped up and headed over to Bob and Linda's house. This time I was greeted at the door by both Bob and Linda. Bob was in shorts and a T-shirt, and Linda was in a big thick house robe. I came in and they invited me into the living room where they invited me to have a seat on the couch. Bob sat next to me, and Linda took a chair across from us and crossed her legs. The bottom of the robe opened a bit exposing her legs to her knees.
Linda actually started the conversation this time. "Look after last time, and don't get us wrong, we had a lot of fun, but we've been talking. See, we didn't know there were things that you'd be willing or even wanting to do. Like when you sucked on Bob's dick. We didn't really think you'd be into that kind of thing so we didn't really push it. What we're wondering is how far we can go."
I thought for a moment on my response. I was scared that this was a test. That perhaps if I didn't answer as they wanted they wouldn't call any more. That I wouldn't get to play so much or even satisfy some of my most perverse (at least according to my wife) fantasies.
I held up a hand to let them know I was thinking, and boy was I. I couldn't help but have all sorts of thoughts running through my head on how to respond to this. I looked from Bob to Linda and spoke.
"Well guys. Some things I just don't plan. I just go with the moment and see where leads. Certainly I didn't PLAN on sucking Bob's dick. I had never done that before, and never really even thought it would turn me on. Really, if you weren't comfortable with it I apologize. I didn't set out to do that and I certainly don't want to do anything to upset you."
I looked from Linda back to Bob and they were looking at each other. Some kind of wordless exchange between the two of them was taking place.
A small smile crossed Linda's lips. "Oh, it's not that we really had a problem or that we're upset. We just weren't clear on the boundaries of all of this. Sure, we can use you. I'll more than happily watch you jerk off with something up your ass, and I love that you are so eager to clean up, but the question is, how much can you or do you want to be used?"
Again with the questions! I couldn't fathom where this was going or why. Again I took a moment to think about my answer. I carefully formed the words in my head while nobody spoke. Bob just sat there on the other end of the couch looking at us (he really doesn't say all that much). Linda put her hands on her legs and shifted about a bit. The robe fell open a little more to her mid-thigh. I chose to play it safe with an answer that didn't really answer anything.
"I tell you what... I have no idea on how far any of this will go. I don't know what will happen or what I'll even do. I tell you what though. If I get to the point where I'm uncomfortable with something I'll let you know. I think that as long as we're respectful toward each other and more than willing to stop when someone says it's gone too far then I think however you want to use me is just fine. Believe me I'll let you know when I don't like something."
That was it. That was all I could really say. Bob was nodding. Linda was looking at the ground thinking. She lifted her hand and rubbed the back of her neck as if deep in thought.
"Hmmmmm...." she said.
She slid her hand down the lapel of the robe pulling it open a bit as she did this. I could see the curve of her breasts as her cleavage was exposed between the folds of the soft terrycloth. She lifted her head, looked at Bob, and then looked at me.
She arched an eyebrow and said, "That's good."
With that she slid her hand down to her waist and pulled the drawstring of the robe loose. She arched her back, jutting her breasts forward, and the robe began to slide off her shoulders. It opened wide exposing the inner curves of the both beautiful breasts and stopped. She gave her shoulders a shrug and the robe slid the rest of the way down her arms to gather around her waist. Her breasts were exposed, and her large round areola were flushed a deep shade of pink. Her nipples were dark red, swollen and stood out proudly from the center of each round disk.
"That's not normal." I thought to myself and looked closer. There was a black ring at the base of each nipple. O-rings! She or perhaps Bob, most likely both of them had put tight fitting o-rings on each of her nipples to act like a clamp before I came over. I had heard about this, seen videos of it, and had even tried to experiment with it on myself. Basically you stretch a rubber o-ring around a hard tube. You take that tube, and use it to apply suction to each nipple, and then roll the o-ring down off the tube and remove the tube. I got to wondering what they had planned for me if they went through this trouble.
Linda stretched her arms back and arched her back even more really making her breast stick out from her chest. My thoughts of what she at least had planned were soon answered. As she spread her legs wide her robe slide off her legs, and a dildo popped up from between. She had been hiding a strap-on under her crossed legs the entire time she was sitting there!
My dick twitched in my pants as I looked at her "penis" half sticking up between her legs. Plain and simple it was just huge. At least 12" long, jet black with veins running down the sides of it, the head was rather over exaggerated in that it came to more of a point than a blunt end, and the crown of the head flared out to be at least half again as large as the shaft. It may as well have been a huge butt-plug with a shaft. She leaned back against the back of the chair and spread her legs wider hooking her knees over the arms.
She slid her hands down her chest, across her stomach and down to her pelvis. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of her "cock" and began to slowly stroke it up and down the shaft her fingers just touching the bottom edge of the crown then back down the long length to the base. Her fingers barely wrapped around the whole thing.
