When Nick's wife Hannah had said she wanted to jerk him off in front of several women he'd never met, for "educational purposes", he'd taken some convincing. Not least because he had been pretty sure he was being pranked.
It had turned out to be the most erotic experience of his life. So when the opportunity arose to repeat the encounter, he jumped at the chance. Except Hannah said she wanted some changes this time around.
Which led to his current predicament.
Hannah spent a while arranging things to her satisfaction before telling him to be patient and then abandoning him to his fate.
Soon, he'd heard the doorbell. And then the front door opening. Murmurs downstairs, before multiple sets of footsteps ascended the stairs.
The voices were louder now.
Then the bedroom door opened.
A moment's pause.
And then the screams of surprise and delight began.
***
Bethany had said it would be a one-off. "Don't expect the same show every time," she'd said. But after the remnants of Hannah's book group had started meeting at Bethany's place, "the same show every time" was inevitable.
It had started as an educational thing. Honest. If she tried hard, Hannah could convince herself that that was true. Poor Dawn, a somewhat naive nineteen-year-old who lacked self-confidence, had confessed that she was so inexperienced at handjobs that her boyfriend Pete was turning them down, and Hannah had unthinkingly suggested the ladies in the book group could show her how it should be done.
To her amazement, this hadn't been laughed off, and soon enough she had her naked -- and blindfolded -- husband Nicky splashing his load in front of the group after Hannah had done her best to explain to Dawn what she was doing to Nicky's penis and why.
Statuesque and improbably elegant Adrienne had taken the rudder for the second lesson; the poor, impressionable victim she'd picked as a test subject would likely eventually need therapy, after realising his sexual experiences had now already peaked as a result. And surely Dawn had at least learned that the female partner didn't necessarily have to be the submissive one. Or the Submissive one, capital-S. Lord, no. No-one would ever accuse Adrienne of being submissive.
Hannah had also had her eyes opened, thanks to Adrienne; Nicky couldn't believe his luck, as she kept introducing new toys and experiences into their sex life.
And so to Bethany, the fourth lady in the remains of the now-defunct "book group". Bethany had surprised them all: her relationship with her partner Kieran was
really
comfortable; Bethany had insisted Dawn was only lacking a practical model upon whom to try out her new wisdom, and Hannah and Adrienne had watched in stunned silence as a naked and insanely hot Kieran had talked Dawn down off a ledge so successfully that she'd felt comfortable wanking him off a second time without invitation from either Bethany or Kieran. Not to mention going down on him unprompted. Their little girl was growing up.
And,
Lord
, was it sexy to watch.
And afterwards, Kieran had just hung out, letting it all hang out. Bethany, it turned out, got a kick out of having Kieran naked around other women. And, good god, if you had an Adonis like Kieran, wouldn't
you
want to show him off?
And so it was decided: what the hell -- the group would meet at Bethany's instead of some random bar, naked Kieran thrown in as scenery. But just scenery, Bethany insisted. Hot naked guy wandering around for the admiring and the looking at. Not for the wanking off. There would not be orgasms at future meetings.
That had lasted ten minutes after they'd all gathered and Kieran had joined them, tray of fizz in hand and wearing his New Rock boots, socks and nothing else but an air of well-deserved confidence.
But by unspoken agreement, Kieran was Dawn's plaything. Hannah wouldn't have dared, not without prior discussion with Nicky, and amazingly, Adrienne had exhibited rare self-control, leaving the unbelievably tempting Kieran to Dawn.
And so, every time they met, Dawn was getting more "practice", and the other ladies got to watch the infeasibly sexy Kieran empty his balls, with less and less direction to Dawn about how to make that happen.
And it happened every time. Adrienne and Hannah began to look forward to it. Until Bethany announced Kieran could not make it for the next meeting because he would be away slaughtering all competition at a rock-climbing competition.
Dawn was disappointed. Adrienne was gutted, and not a little offended.
Hannah was delighted. It was what she'd been hoping for.
***
As always, an evening of openly ogling Kieran's godlike form strolling around like it was perfectly natural to be completely naked among random women had Hannah's libido running wild, and by the time Bethany had inevitably agreed to let Dawn jerk him off again and sweet, innocent Dawn had the hipster Adonis splattering his come over a towel, Hannah was desperate to fuck her own husband. The journey home was simultaneously not long and never-ending, and she couldn't wait for it to be over. She really, really needed to get her hands on Nicky. Not to mention getting his hands on her.
Nicky was getting used to Hannah leaping on him almost before the front door was shut, and exhibited no surprise when she lunged urgently for him in the hallway. He staggered back under her insistent onslaught, shedding clothes as he did. Instead of dragging him upstairs as she had on previous occasions, on a whim Hannah pulled him into the living room. She didn't want to wait until the bedroom; she wanted him spending his load in the living room, like Kieran. But better than Kieran, because Nicky was hers.
Once through the door, she pulled his jeans down, to see he'd forgone his usual boxers, instead opting for the pair of tight black trunks she'd picked out for him when she'd masturbated him in front of Dawn. Her arousal increased, something she didn't think was possible. She actually
growled
at him.
Hannah was wearing tight designer jeans, high heels, a grey silk blouse, and a black leather jacket that hinted at James Dean chic while being tailored to suggest a narrow waist above curvy hips. She let the jacket slide off her and pulled the belt from her jeans, giving Nicky an intent look. "Take the cushions off the sofa and put them on the floor," she told him.
Nicky looked baffled. "I... What?" There weren't cushions on the sofa.
"The seat and back," Hannah clarified, as she unbuttoned the blouse.
"Oh." In a moment the four large pieces of upholstery, two seats and two backs, had been stripped from the sofa. Holding her belt pulled taut between her outstretched hands, Hannah bent and slipped it under one of the backs, and then piled the two seats on top. The other back was put next to the first, on the floor.
She pulled Nicky to her, embracing him and kissing him fiercely, and moaned as he grabbed two handfuls of her butt.
Attaboy
, she thought, then pulled back. "Strip me," she ordered.
Hannah had been a bit more dominant in the bedroom, ever since she'd witnessed the effect of Adrienne's commanding air, and Nicky had been only too happy to fall under her authority. He eagerly peeled back her unbuttoned blouse, leaving her push-up bra exposed, and unbuttoned her jeans. They were tight, and she had to help him get them down her thighs by wiggling her hips from side to side, which also didn't hurt with the view she presented to him, as he knelt in front of her with her crotch right in his face. She rested each hand on his shoulder in turn as she lifted her feet one by one so that he could pull the legs away. Her bra clasp presented only a moment's struggle before her breasts were free, leaving just her knickers.
Nicky took a moment first, kneeling once more and burying his face in her sex, delighting her. She shivered to feel his nose pressed into her mound, and to hear him breathing in her scent deeply; she ran her fingers through his hair, pushing him in for a moment, and then he was peeling the lacy briefs down, easing the waistband over her buttocks. She twirled, presenting her back to him and leaned forward a little. Nicky obliged her by burying his face into her cleft, worshipping her backside. She heard him moan, and gave a throaty chuckle. Then the briefs were around her thighs and she turned again, presenting her sex to him as he tugged them a little lower, pulling them out of the narrow 'Y' to reveal her. Once more, his face pressed in for a moment, before her underwear passed her knees and she lifted each foot in turn to step out of them.
Naked. In her living room. With her beautiful husband. And burning with the need to have him inside her. She didn't know how much longer she could stand it.
But she intended to withstand it just a little longer.
"Sit on the cushions," she said, "and lie back."
Nicky looked at the unsteady pile of upholstery, unsure. "
Lie
back?"
She put a finger over his lips. "Trust me. And do as you're told." She smiled, to soften the message.
Obediently, he sat on the pile of cushions, which sank under his weight. As he lay back, he eventually lost his balance and landed with his shoulders on the single cushion, leaving his hips two cushions higher. Groin uppermost, and presented for her pleasure.
Lovely
.
She picked up the end of her belt, protruding from beneath the bottom cushion. "Hold this," she told him, placing it into his right hand. "Don't let go." She repeated this with the other end, on his left side.
There
, she thought. Not
restrained
, as such, but as long as he obeyed her injunction not to let go, his hands were pinned by his sides.
Good enough.
She knelt between his legs where they hung over the edge of the cushion pile, and caressed his hard-on through the material for a moment, before grabbing the edge of the waistband and peeling them down, revealing that beautiful, hard penis. Nicky obligingly lifted his hips up to help her get them past his buttocks, which had the nice side effect of thrusting it up closer to her face as well.
Mmmm.
She pulled them down the rest of the way, getting them off his feet and tossing them to the side, and then resumed her place kneeling between his legs.
