It had begun in the morning when he'd handed her a dress she'd never seen before and asked her to wear it. This struck her as odd because he was usually more interested in what she didn't wear than in what she did. But she was glad to do it if it would please him. And it was a nice dress, long and flowing with a print of twining bright green vines and brilliant yellow flowers. Remembering his second request she didn't put on a bra or panties. When she entered the kitchen where he sat drinking his coffee she could clearly read the approval and admiration in his eyes.
"I've got some errands to run," he said. "I'll be back around two. Don't make any plans for the afternoon."
As he made his way to the door he took her in his arms and gave her a warm hug. She felt his hands pull up the dress and clench her smooth bare cheeks. "Good girl," he said, kissing her and giving her bottom a goodbye swat.
She knew him well enough to know that something was up, probably of an erotic nature. As she moved around the house doing her chores she anticipated the pleasures to come. She could feel the petals of her soft flower swell and bloom, gracing the air with the scent of their aromatic dew.
He returned a little after two but acted as if the earlier conversation had never happened, going out to the garage to putter around, and then disappearing into his office. She was unable to sit still as she wondered what was going to happen and when. Around three she heard his cell phone chime and the low mumble of his voice as he spoke to someone. About ten minutes later he emerged from his office and gave her a sign to follow him as he walked toward the bedroom.
"Lie down," he said, gesturing towards the bed. As she leaned back she saw him reach down and pick up the end of one of the soft restraints. In short order she found herself firmly tied to the bed with her arms and legs spread but her body covered by the colorful dress. As she watched he opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a blindfold which he proceeded to tie around her head in a way that closed off any view of her surroundings. Now, only able to use her ears, she tried to follow his movements around the room. First the CD player began playing soft sensual music. And then she heard a match being struck and moments later smelled a lavender scented candle. After that there was a soft plopping noise she took to be the sound of his clothes dropping into a chair. After that, for several long minutes, she could hear him walking around but couldn't tell what he was doing. Suddenly the doorbell rang.
She assumed that he'd be alarmed but soon sensed that he was not. In fact, as far as she could tell, he walked to the front door without putting on any of his clothes. She could hear the door open and low voices speaking and then the footsteps of two people coming towards the bedroom. Her heart began racing and pounding in her ears like the drumming of a wild rhythm. Excitement and fear rushed through her body. For several long moments she was in a place where there was only fear. And no trust. Yet she did not speak. Her breathing was rapid as she tried to get the thoughts and feelings under some kind of control. And then there was the moment of surrender. The moment when she gave herself to him, and to the experience he was offering her. She inhaled deeply and some of the tensions left her body. Anticipation shuddered through her. Now, once again aware, she listened carefully, trying to determine if the stranger (or friend?) was a man or woman. All she heard was the sound of more clothes dropping.
Then, abruptly, someone climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, and tore the dress up the middle, pulling it away from her body. She knew that her full large breasts and smooth shaven vulva were totally revealed to him and to the stranger. She felt completely helpless and exposed. Neither he nor the stranger made a sound but she could feel their eyes on her, gazing on every private part. And then fingertips lightly touched the inside of her thigh. Her nerves were so taut that she jerked and gasped loudly. But as the fingers continued to softly caress her skin she relaxed and opened herself to the sensations. A moment later different hands were touching her breasts but more insistently and a mouth covered hers. As she opened her mouth to accept the kiss she felt a moustache touch her upper lip and thought it must be her man. She responded passionately and then realized that other men have moustaches too. There was an instant in which she considered pulling back but that instant passed and she gave herself fully.
The hands between her legs continued their gentle dance but it soon became clear that the one spot they avoided was the spot that most ached to be touched. Each time they moved close to her pussy she'd lift her hips and then moan with frustration as she felt them skitter away. The man near her head was now kissing and nibbling at her neck as he rubbed his chest against her breasts. She was pretty sure it was her man but there was still a lingering doubt. Suddenly, after long long minutes of teasing, the fingers down below slipped up between her inner lips and circled around her clit a couple of times, thrilling her mound with an intense electric tingling. The sensation had been so hungered for that she cried out and lifted her bottom off the bed, trying to follow the fingers as they pulled away. Apparently some signal had been given because suddenly she was alone on the bed. She could hear two pairs of bare feet walking towards the kitchen accompanied by murmurs and quiet laughter. Her body ached to be touched again.
She heard talking and the refrigerator door open and close. A few minutes later it opened and closed again. A single pair of footsteps approached her. For a moment there was silence and she imagined the person looking at her spread eagle nakedness. Without warning something very cold touched her left nipple and circled her areola; it made her inhale sharply. And then, while the same cold object (a piece of ice, she assumed) was applied to her right nipple and areola, a warm mouth and tongue covered the left one. Back and forth, cold and warm, went the cold object and the warm mouth. She heard the other person enter the room and climb up between her legs. A cool liquid drizzled down on her open vulva. The other mouth began licking the unknown substance off and out of her pussy, making soft smacking noises. She was floating on a cushion of sensual stimulation. The person at her breasts got up and straddled her chest and spent several seconds performing some activity. Then the soft sticky head of a cock was pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth, took it in, and tasted honey. Obviously it was honey that had been poured on her vulva. The man above her bent over and braced his arms. His hairy balls rubbed across her chest and she could feel his thighs against her breasts. He was moving himself back and forth inside her mouth, while making soft moaning sounds. She knew it wasn't her man. And, as if he was aware that she'd realized that she was with two men, she felt her man's cock slide into her very well lubricated vagina.
From this point on time was no longer linear. Her consciousness was expressed in kaleidoscopic images of sensation. Her body seemed to melt and flow out into space. Every square millimeter of the surface of her skin, every pore, every orifice, was now open to savor the next shifting pattern of reality. Fear had vanished into infinity. She was the essential woman now, surrendered to the cosmos.
