A Night of Submission

It's the Friday of a long weekend. Greetings and formalities aside, the three of you have enjoyed each other's company for an hour, catching up, having a drink and talking about the weekend ahead. As play begins, you are instructed to go to one of the many spare bedrooms in the sprawling beach house.

"I am so glad you're here." The wife says.

"This will be fun. Strip down, but leave your underwear on."

Now on display, you are instructed to get fully on the mattress, facing the foot of the bed, on your hands and knees. A blindfold is placed over your eyes.

You feel her close to you as she says "You are not to move or speak until we are ready for you. Do you understand?"

"Yes" you reply as the coolness of leather restraints are applied. One on each wrist. One on each thigh. And one on each ankle, pinned by the buckles in a perfect doggy-style position.

You wait excitedly. A hand runs across you. Another brushes the hair from your forehead. The sound of clothes being taken off is clear.

You hear, "Suck my cock." and instinctively open, but your mouth remains empty.

"Thats it" comes the growl of approval, but it isn't towards you.

Even with the blindfold on, you can tell they are close. Just a few inches in front of you, maybe. You want to reach out, to be a part of whatever is happening just beyond your darkness, but you were instructed not to move.

Some version of gagging, spit and "Oh fuck, right there" is your soundtrack for the next few minutes. Even without the visual you know she's doing a good job. Your mouth and pussy are both wet with excitement.

"Fuck me" you hear her hiss as she slides off of the cock. "I will, but first, her." comes the reply.

"Thank god", you think.

There is a bit of shuffling. A nightstand drawer opens. The mattress shifts slightly as you feel their bodies join you on the bed. A hand reaches up and slides your panties to the side.

You are shocked to feel not a cock, but the cool soft plastic of a vibrating dildo pressed against your opening. As a set of hands holds your cheeks open, another slowly works it into you, its vibrations and your excitement helping it along.

Not what you expected, but you're not turning it down. Once it is fully seated, its length inside of you and its vibrating "bunny ears" pressed against your clit, it shuts off.

And stays motionless inside you.

"Now" she says, matter of factly, "fuck me".

For the next several minutes you listen to the two work each other over in ways only partners who are familiar with each other can.

You hear moans and grunts.

Slaps and cries.

Explicit name calling and dirty talk clearly tested and approved over the years.

She comes at least once that you can tell, maybe twice.

But none of the action is directed at you.

As you stay positioned on all fours, your pussy still full with the motionless toy, the only "touch" you get is incidental. A foot hits your leg. When repositioning on the mattress someone brushes your back.

Occasionally the thrusts and bodies beyond your view will move with such force that it will slightly move the mattress, which just barely jostles the toy occupying you. But none of it is nearly enough.

A half hour in this position, between a blow job and the fucking, and all you've gotten is three minutes with a vibrator.

"I'm going to cum." you hear in a low voice. "Ok" she says.

Suddenly there is a commotion. Both bodies are moving, much more centrally located around you.

Someone is behind you. The toy is removed.

You are struck by how 'empty' you feel in its absence. It wasn't doing much, but to be full was better than not. Then, you feel his cock head filling your open pussy. You exhale.

But it is only the head.

Her voice is in your ear. "Do. Not. Move.", she reminds you.

You can feel her hand sliding up and down the cock at your entrance, stroking it off into your pussy.

"Put it where it goes." you hear her whisper.

You can hardly believe it. After all this? As you debate breaking the rules and sliding back, impaling yourself on something real, you feel the expansion and pulse as rope after rope is sent in you.

And then its gone again. You're once again open and exposed on the bed, but this time, full of cum.

Bodies shift. A hand reaches and removes the blindfold. Two well fucked people stand in front of you.

"You listened so well." she says. "And if you listen well, you get treated well. But first, we should clean up my husband, he's a mess. Give me these." reaching across you and sliding your panties around the restraints and down your legs."

"These are soaked!" she exclaims, "but I suppose they'll do." while stroking his semi hard cock with the soft fabric. "So much cum here. My cum. His cum. Clearly you were excited through all of that..." she comments, wiping both her pussy and his cock.

"There." she says, pleased with the impromptu clean up.

"Now, open." she says, in a tone you have not yet heard and a seriousness in her stare. You open your mouth.

"This is where these go." she says, placing the cum covered panties in your mouth.

You consider protesting, but you're distracted as I've moved behind you and am starting to slide in. As that filled feeling once again takes over, the neediness of the last half hour peaks and you offer no protest to your filled mouth.

He thrusts in and out, slowly. A bit of cum displacing each time.

"I'm so glad you've decided to join us." She says, bending down, running her finger over one of the little strings of cum and spit spilling from between your lips.

Her fingers run through your hair, collecting it into a grabbable tail.

She holds tension in your hair, pulling the balance of your body back even further against the cock steadily working your pussy. The thick wetness squishing with every thrust - a combination of juices from the three of you inside you - now as loud as any skin-to-skin contact.

"Listen to that. You love this, don't you?" She asked. "You love being the perfect little toy for us?

"You moan back through gritted teeth. Her fingers caress your neck, slick from sweat. The soft massage offering a counterbalance to the hair pulling. Her hands fall to your chest, tugging at each nipple. As your eyes close, falling into the competing sensations, you feel her hand release your hair.

"Good girl." she says with a knowing grin. "I've got something for you."

Moving towards the nightstand she reaches for the toy that just minutes ago had been buried in you. Switching it on, the familiar hum that was denied you springs to life and immediately disappears between her legs.

She sees your disappointment.

"Oh no doll, this is for me. These are for you..." she says, producing from the drawer a pair of rubber-tipped nipple clamps, connected by a long, silver chain. "Do you want these?" she asks, dangling the clamps.

"Of course you do." she says, dismissing her own question and answering for you.

As she grabs your breast to attach the first clamp they are so slick with sweat that she has to pull hard on your nipple to get the clamp on. After a minute both are secured, and the familiar, squeezing pressure is added to the mix.

The chain swings back and forth under your body as you fuck back on the cock in earnest, stuffing you full. There is no pretense now.

"Can your mouth hold more? Lets see. Hold this." She says grabbing the chain in her fingers and bringing it up to your mouth. You open and, navigating around the drenched underwear still in your mouth, pull the chain in with your tongue, biting down to hold it in place.

Pleased with your set up, she moves down the length of your body, back to me. For the next few minutes - getting fucked from behind, mouth full, clamps on - you are a toy.

You can feel both sets of hands on you - exploring, holding you open, lightly smacking your cheeks, a thumb occasionally toying the rim of your asshole, and an occasional but all too light pass at your clit, now begging for attention.

All the while, you hear them talk. You hear the comments, the questions, and some knowing giggles.

"Oh, look how she stretches around you..."

"God, what a frothy mess..."

"She takes it so well. I wonder what else would fit in her..."

"Should we invite Quinn over to meet her like this?..."

As they talk, you notice the thrusts have gotten just a bit faster. Just a bit harder. Driven by motion of your chest and the length of time the clamps have been on, you feel a sincere sting building on your nipples. But as soon as you notice it, she is in front of you again, her attention back on you.

Smiling, she lowers herself to your eye level. "You've done very well tonight." as her hand reaches out and gently strokes your cheek once. "We are going to have a very fun weekend."

As her hand passes softly over your cheek a second time, it continues around the back of your scalp. With a surprising swiftness, she grabs the base of your hair, jerking your head back. The chain catches in your mouth, pulling the clamps off in one quick yank.

Pain surges as the metal dangles from your mouth.

"So pretty" she says, bending down and cupping both your tits in her hands, wrapping her lips around each one and suckling it gently to soothe the fading pain.

Standing back up straight she speaks down towards your body, still rocking back and forth with the consistent thrusts. "You've been very useful. Do you want to cum?" she asks. "Because he is ready. So if you want to cum, you may. But you must ask me. This is my house."

You moan a largely indistinguishable request, clear what you want, but in no way discernable.

She bends over and gets at eye level with you: "I'm sorry, those panties in your mouth make it tough to hear you. I said, 'my husband is going to add another load into your already full pussy. Do you want to cum with him while he does it? Or not?'"

"Yes!" you exclaim, spitting both the chain and underwear from your mouth, orders be damned.

"Ok. You may cum." she says, matter of factly, sliding the vibrator from her and on to your clit.

Its like a bolt of lighting as it surges through you.

Finally. Just enough speed. Enough pressure. Enough pain. Enough stimulation. All building to this one crescendo. They largely fade away as you ride the wave. You vaguely notice the cock pulsing and you feel the fullness, but they are distant sensations as part of a much larger orgasm you're in.

The room is now noticeably more quiet. Gone is the lewd skin-against-skin slapping of each thrust. Gone is the hum of toys. It is largely still. It's warm. It smells like sex. The slightest touch or motion feels magnified, but your breathing begins to return to normal.

She speaks gently, but firmly. "Before he pulls out, lean forward. Put your chest on the bed. I want all of that cum to stay in you. Do you understand?"

You don't answer. Your body just complies.

She reaches in front of you, picking up the underwear you spat out. The flimsy material dangling from her finger, tracing the curvature of your spine as she moves down your side. The cock slides out with a 'pop', a small trail of cum pulled out with it runs down your lips.

She bundles the fabric, placing it ever so gently just inside your swollen pussy. "There. That will help you keep it all in." she said proudly, patting you softly on your upturned ass cheek.

"We're going to shower and change for dinner. Once we are done, we will come get you and we can go. I'll decide between now and then if you're allowed to clean up before we leave."

"This is going to be a fun weekend." You hear her say to her husband as we walk out of the room and down the hall.