I imagine he had quite the scene when he entered the room. His wife, lying naked on the bed panting with a man on his knees between her wide spread legs. I impulsively jerked and tried to get up, but the restraints kept me there on my knees.
I felt exposed. Yes, I had sucked his cock earlier, but now I was completely naked with my legs far enough apart he could not help but see the parting of my ass and my balls hanging down. I am not sure if that angle would have shown my hard cock or not, but I momentarily thought about how being in this position and knowing he was there did not cause my cock to shrink a bit.
"OH, you're back. Like the view," she said as she moved herself out from in front of me.
"She just gave me a great orgasm with her tongue. She is good with her mouth...(with slight giggle) but I think you already found that out."
"Yes, she is very good with her mouth," he agreed.
I heard the sounds of them kissing and heard her give a little moan. It felt strange to be secured to a bed on all fours and hear the kisses and moans. It was almost as if I was a discarded toy for a moment.
Their kissing stopped and I heard the unmistakable sound of him getting undressed. I head his zipper being lowered and I had conflicting urges. Part of me felt that given where and how I was, it would be expected that I stay as I was waiting for whatever was to come. Let the anticipation build and not know who or what was next. The other part of me desperately wanted to turn and watch him undress. I wanted to see as he exposed his body again. I wondered if I watched, would I have the same animalistic response to seeing his naked cock as I did just before we went to the bathroom.
My cock was throbbing and every inch of my body was tingling as if electricity was flowing through me. I recognized how horny I was, and if I had been alone, nothing would have kept me from bringing myself to orgasm. However, as the cuffs on my wrists and ankles along with the collar around my neck reminded me, I was not alone and I was not able to bring myself to orgasm.
"Look at her, I do believe she is trying to entice you to fuck her. Just look at how she is gyrating."
I hadn't noticed I was moving. But after hearing that I felt even more aroused. My body was screaming for contact. I can't remember ever being so desperate for physical attention. I heard myself whimper as I continued to push my ass up and down against the air. I felt myself wigglenside to side a little.
I heard wet sounds behind me. I heard him let out a moan. Again I wanted to look back. Was she sucking his cock? Was he sliding his cock in and out of her? I wanted to see and know, but I stayed put and didn't look. It was beyond torturing myself. I briefly rationalized that they didn't say I couldn't look. They didn't tell me anything. No, I would continue to not look. I loved and hated how it was making my body feel. I wanted to feel something against me. I felt my need to be used rise. I was surprised at how quickly I was changing how I reacted to stimuli. I felt slurry kneeling on all fours and being ignored.
Move around as i might, there was not contact with anything. The only contact was with the cuffs. They felt suddenly tight against my skin. I knew in my rational mind I was able to get out and away if I wanted, but at that precise moment, my rational mind decided it didn't need to be there. It let my erotically charged hormone brain have control.
I was trapped and at their mercy for any attention. I just knew the fire raging through my body would not subside without one of them making contact with me. I was craving being used. I had somehow sunk into a slutty headspace that I didn't know I had.
"Please..." I heard myself whimper out.
The sounds behind me stopped. I heard movement and then felt the bed move, as if someone had climbed partially on it next to me.
"What was that," she asked. Her voice was melodic and warm.
"Please..." I whimpered again, a little louder this time.
"Please what, Lisa? What do you want?"
"Please touch me."
"Like this," she said as I felt her nails touch against my neck and softly run around my shoulders.
"Yes," I hissed. I felt myself arching to create more contact.
She pulled her hand away causing me to whimper again.