I'm in an open relationship with Dave, my husband, who likes to watch. He'd watched me with Drew, one of my dates, who'd thought he was blackmailing me, when Drew had told me to get my nipples and clit pierced. I'd told him "no," but Dave thought it sounded like a good idea, so I'd ended up getting my nipples pierced. I wasn't going to get my clit pierced though... that looks too painful.
Drew saw me come in from yoga one day not too long after, and came over to the car before I closed the garage door.
"Not right now," I said, "I'm hot and sweaty."
"That's not what I was after," he said.
"Sure," I said. Men are always after sex, even if they beat around the bush to get there. "What do you want then?"
"I was wondering if we could line up a gang bang. You made it seem like you'd maybe be into that?"
"Depends," I said, "who are we talking about?"
"Just my friends."
"How many?"
"Three?"
Not sure why he was asking me, I didn't know how many friends he had. I figured I could fuck three guys, but I don't want them coming and bothering me when I'm getting back from yoga too.
"What do they look like?"
He came up next to me, and showed me pictures on his phone. He gave me a little back story on each of them, but I really wasn't that interested. They looked like a bunch of dorks, and I figured they'd be harmless enough.
"What have you told them?" I asked him.
"Uh, just that I've hooked up with this nympho older chick, and if she's into it, maybe we can have a gang bang."
"So you haven't told them who I am, or where I live, or anything?"
"Nope."
"And you haven't said you're blackmailing me?"
"No, I don't want them thinking I'm a sicko."
"Here's the challenge," I said, "I don't want them seeing me. The last thing I need is another little prick like you trying to blackmail me."
"I thought you might say something like that. My parents got a new fridge delivered, and there's this enormous box," he said.
"And?"
"Well, I'm thinking we put you in the box, and my friends get to fuck you, but they can't see you."
"Fuck me? Like a glory hole? So..."
"No, just your top half is in the box. From the waist down, you're outside. They can fuck you, but they don't get to see you."
"Interesting idea," I said.
"Let me set the box up, you can come over, and if you don't like the look of it, you go home. If you do, you stay."
"OK, when?"
"Can you come over now? I'm sure I can get them over this afternoon if you want to do it. I'm supposed to be cutting the box up for the recycling before they get back."
"Let me get myself ready," I said. "Thirty minutes?"
"Great!" he exclaimed. "I'll go and start working on the box now."
I went and jumped in the shower. As I was shaving, I had the thought that if I shaved off my landing strip, they wouldn't even know what color my hair was, even though I'm pale skinned enough that they could probably guess. It's not like it wouldn't grow back, so off it went.
I realized that I was going to be pretty helpless in the box, and that I didn't want to run the risk of anybody deciding they wanted anal that I couldn't stop, so I went and got my butt plug and put it in my mouth to warm up. I know I can hold that thing in my bum pretty tight, and I'd tell Drew that was off limits.
When it was warm, I put some lube on it and inserted it. I checked in the mirror to make sure I had the heart shaped crystal at the end the right way up.
As I dried my hair, I thought about what to wear. I had considered stockings, but figured that was just asking for them to be ruined. I'd start off in a skirt and a plain thong, and they (well, Drew probably) would take off the thong. I knew just the skirt - Dave had bought it for me for our play sessions. I'd never thought to wear it outside, as it's a little red plaid number, and comes to just about the bottom of my bum. I put on a plain white thong and the skirt. And a plain white, short sleeved blouse. I thought I'd surprise Drew with my nipple piercings, so I went and got some of my round make-up removal pads, and some surgical tape from bandaging Dave after a football injury, and taped the pads over my nipples. I liked the look - you couldn't see the extra bumps of the bars, and I wouldn't have to worry about leaking blood or goo onto the blouse and ruining it.
I dug out some long white socks, and put them on with some red heels.
I checked myself out in the mirror, and I put my hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of the way.
I wasn't going to walk next door dressed like this, so I put a long coat over it all. I picked up Dan's GoPro, and clipped it to a suction mount, grabbed my phone, then headed next door.
The garage door was open, and I could see Drew tinkering around with the box. He was right, it was huge, and the cardboard looked good and thick, which was a comfort.
I unbuttoned my coat as I walked towards him, and he turned and saw me.
"Wow," he said, "you look hot."
"OK," I said, "show me how this is going to work."
He did - he seemed to have put a fair amount of thought into it. We walked to the side facing the back of the garage. He was just finishing up putting a pool noodle around the edges of the hole, so I wouldn't get paper cuts all over me. There was a table inside the box, with a cushion on it. I'd carefully push myself through the hole, cut to fit me tightly, and lean on the table supporting myself. This would leave me from the waist down outside the box. Drew had cut some small holes at the top for ventilation, and a little light filtered in. The table was actually sitting on the open end of the box, so it was effectively pretty well sealed. I wouldn't have to worry about his friends knocking the box over, for example, to find out who I was.
I said sure, I'd go ahead with the game, but just sex... I wasn't going to do anal or spanking or anything like that. I showed him the butt plug, then pulled my thong back over it.
"The plug stays in, but they can do what they want with my thong."
Excitedly, he went to call his friends, and while he wasn't around, I found somewhere unobtrusive to mount the GoPro.
Drew came back.
"They'll be here," he said. "All three of them. In about five minutes, they all live pretty close."
"OK," I said, "I guess I'll get ready. I'm trusting you to look after me here, and I'll stay in the box until they're gone. I don't want any nasty or tricky stuff, or they can see who I am though, OK?"
He nodded somberly.
I took my coat all the way off, and pushed it into the box. I pushed my top half in through the hole, and dug my phone out of my coat pocket.
I wasn't actually uncomfortable, leaning on the table. I kept my legs together for now, and used my phone to connect to the GoPro and start it recording.
I watched Drew walk around a little, getting a good view of me, until the doorbell rang.
"Close the door, dumbass!" I called out to Drew, and on my phone, I watched him go out of shot and then I heard the garage door close.
He disappeared.
A minute or so later, he came back, leading two guys.
"Here she is," he said, pointing at my bum sticking out of the box. I'd been expecting it to be muffled, but I could hear them pretty clearly, probably due to the holes in the top of the box.
"And she's OK with this?" said one of them.
"Yup," he said. "Oh, that'll be Jack, why don't you, um... get acquainted, and I'll go and let him in."
Drew scurried off again, and I watched them come over to the box. They walked around it, stopping at the back where my bottom half was poking out.
They were pointing at my bum, and whispering between themselves. One of them reached out and touched my leg, just above the back of my knee. I jumped a little, even though I could see he was going to do it.
The hand stayed on my leg, stroking slowly. It started to move slowly upwards.
The other one lifted my skirt the rest of the way up, flipping it over my back. It hadn't been covering much before, but now they could see the waistband of my thong.
He started stroking the other leg. Both of them were staying on the back of my thighs so far.
Drew and the third friend appeared.
"Here's Jack," he said.
