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Grant continued his deep sleep breathing as I snuck into bed. it was after 4 a.m.
My mind wouldn't let go of the erotic image of the red streaked bound women; and Marg's description of her pleasure, wanting more; for some reason tonight's drama still resonating; the story ignited me, aroused me. My mind was replaying the scenario with me replacing Marg; I was bound on all fours, getting flogged then gang banged.
I awoke horny, a rare occurrence, Grant is generally the initiator in our sex activities. I was thinking of how I could most effectively arouse him, I rolled over, reaching to cuddle Grant,
He wasn't beside me, the alarm clock showed 8:27. Well, there goes that idea, guess I better get to work. Still very tired, I throw the covers back and shuffle to the bathroom. I pause in front of the dressing mirror on my return from peeing.
I view my body reflection, something that I never concerned myself with previously; my appearance or sexuality was never a priority like most women. Yet today it seemed more important. I pause gazing at my figure, I twist to look at my bum, with the thought of comparing last night's women.
I'm not as sexy as the younger Jocelyn; I've got similar long curly, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes. Running my hands up my sides to cup my nice firm breasts. Pleased with the reflection of my figure, my body is in better shape than, Marg's or Ester's.
34-26-32, I part my legs a bit for a full-frontal view; my thighs are muscular, but not thick, my crotch gap allows my light brown labia to partially peek past my puffy mounds. I prefer to keep my pussy shaved clean, Grant likes a tuft, to tickle his nose, so I switch back and forth. My areoles are light brown, I circle my hard nipples with my forefinger.
I'm quite horny, recalling last night, hearing those orgy stories, sparked something in me. I lightly pinch my hard nips, give them a slight twist and tug, my right fingers swipe some scented secretions from my labia as I wiggle my forefinger on my clit. Mmmm, I could sure enjoy Grant's cock in me, or a slow oral orgasm.
{'What's happening to me; sex has never been forefront in my thoughts. I haven't masturbated since i was experimenting as a teen; exploring my newfound sensations; not since Grant showed me sexual pleasure. I'm seldom horny until Grant starts foreplay, yet I certainly feel like doing myself now.'}
I grew up a bit of a prude, boys, sex, etc. were not of interest to me; I was unwilling to submit to peer pressure. Concentrating on good grades took priority over any social activity. I grew up reading crime magazines, and mystery novels, I had no interest in dating.
{'Geezus, what am I doing, this isn't right what if Grant sees me'} My rational thoughts take over, I turn to the bedroom to get dressed.
I don one of his t shirts, my nipples on full alert, my bottom exposed, and head to the kitchen, I'm going to attack Grant, I want an orgasm; we haven't had sex for a few days, I've been focused on my work.
We have a great relationship, we're friends first, communication is our priority; sex happens a couple times a week; not a scheduled event. It happens when the mood takes over; even when we dated, sex was never our objective, having a good time with each other was rewarding enough. I think that's the reason we are so close, we're good friends and when sex happens, it's intimate, loving and passionate.
I look for Grant in the kitchen; he's gone, there's a sticky note on the coffee machine.
'Went for bagels and coffee, back soon. Love Ya.'
{'Damn, I wanted a quickie' maybe more; once again I consider fingering myself, my nipples are still screaming for stimulation and my twat is also tingling, telling me it too wants attention.'}
I sit, slightly part my legs, left hand squeezes my tit through the flimsy cotton, my head falls back. My right fingers tease my labia. The image of me on the floor, bound my burning ass cheeks get spread apart, a hard dick teasing my opening.
My cell phone is chiming it's ring tone; damn, my eyes pop open, I straighten up; dismissing the lewd thoughts. I pick up the phone with slick, wet fingers, struggling to handle it and press the answer call button.
"Jones." I say a bit out of breath, it's Al, he's at his desk.
"Task, Cap says it's Sunday, enjoy the day off; I had to come in because we got a warrant for the Simpson case. Cap says until we decern the cause of death there's nothing pressing to pursue on the dead swinger; get some rest, see you tomorrow."
"Alright thanks Al."
{'Oh, goody a day with Grant; that's rare. I consider going for a shower to masturbate.}
Grant arrives as I put the phone down, he smiles broadly, sets the items on the table, kisses my neck. I am waiting for a proper morning hug and kiss. I have every intention to get him back to bed, no need to masturbate now.
For the first time in my life, sex is predominantly on my mind.
I wrap my arms around his neck, embrace him, kiss him intimately. He firmly embraces me, and we make out lovingly, passionately for a couple minutes standing in the kitchen. I whisper in his ear.
"I'm really horny, can you help me with that, I've got the day off."
"Mmmm, what's got you worked up?" He digs a warm cinnamon scented bagel from the bag; holds a cup of coffee to me. Well ok. a bit of nourishment while it's hot; I've been hotter than ever for some time now; a few more minutes won't change that.
"Thanks for this babe," I take the coffee, the bag of bagels, and head for the sofa.
Grant follows saying, "You had a late night, I hoped I wouldn't wake you when I left."
As I sit on the sofa, eating my bagel. "It is a very unusual death to investigate."
"Ya, can you talk about it Tess?" Doug mostly called me Tess; he started shortly after we met. I generally prefer Teresa, but with Doug it is an affectionate moniker, and I like hearing it, as much as babe, dear, sweety, sweetheart or lover.
"Sure." I pass Grant my phone, as I tuck my feet under my bum on the sofa, my bagel finished, I'm cradling my coffee; I start the story.
"2 women posted on their sex club webpage; they craved bondage, discipline and requested to party for many orgasms; 12 attended the orgy." I take a sip.
"A sexy young blonde was bound face down, spreadeagle to the bed, she was flogged, appeared to be gang banged, and as of yet, no known cause of death." Another sip, I turn slightly more toward Grant. "A second woman was on the floor beside the bed, naked, tied with rope on all fours, she was alive when police arrived. She described in vivid detail that both received similar bondage, discipline, and sensational satisfying sex with 5 male sexual assailants."
"Wow, so there was a witness in the room?" Doug sipped his coffee, put his knee on the sofa, turned towards me.
"Yes, but she was blindfolded, she had no idea anything bad happened to her friend until the officer untied her, around midnight." I take another swig of my coffee.
"The victim's fiancée has no idea she participated in a swinging lifestyle." I continue. "There was no evidence at the scene. No leads, no apparent cause of death. We'll need forensics and autopsy to determine how she died. Then if it wasn't natural causes, we'll need to track down and interview everyone who attended the party." I finish my coffee.
"Grant, I originally, I felt sick when I saw the scene at first; but listening to the details of their orgy, Marg's exuberant enthusiasm, the way she described getting aroused by watching the other couple. Her story gave me a vivid visual, her description of the events intrigued me; piqued my curiosity, it very much aroused me. Her description of pleasurable sensations, the excitement and satisfaction she felt from both the spanking and multiple male partners." My nipples were hard again, recalling, retelling, the story has revived my earlier desire for Grant's dick in my pussy. "Her ardor of the carnal activities got me horny, everything sounded so erotic, provocative; Grant, it stirred something in me; something I've never felt before."
