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Chap 3: Heather
After dropping the kids off at school, Gina drove to the Shady Acres Mobile Home Park and pulled up in front of the Quinn's double-wide. She knocked on the door, announced herself and when Heather hailed her, let herself in.
"I'm down here in the covered porch, Gina."
Coming down the steps, Gina saw Heather, dust cloth in hand, buffing the hand rubbed finish of what could only be a bondage bench. It was, she thought, the most elaborate bondage bench she had ever heard about.
"My gawd, girl, is this the centerpiece for Friday night?"
Heather smiled brightly. "Mm-hm. Isn't it beautiful? Irwin is so good with wood and his upholsterer is a genius. Here, feel this leather. Doesn't it make you just want to strip down and rub yourself all over it?"
Gina bent over. The rich aroma of the vegetable tanned goatskin filled her nose. To her surprise it made her start to salivate. She was going to just bend down and touch it with her finger but that scent invited a more intimate encounter. She rubbed her cheek against it.
"Oh dear lord, I'm not one for pain, Heather, but I can begin to understand why this thing turns you on so. What a sensation. I wonder if he could make a sex swing out of this."
"I don't think so. It's too thin and soft. I'm afraid it would stretch out after the first couple of uses and the leather is so expensive . . ."
Gina made a face. "Darn and I was so hoping . . . Anyway, did Irwin come in really late last Friday? Rob sure did. I wonder just what Maria did with them."
Heather rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Irwin told me that Maria started with a mambo lesson, just like she said she would. But then she proceeded to get fucked twice by each guy. Twice! And you know how long it takes a man to come the second time. She must have had them on her until nearly midnight. I'm surprised she could even walk the next day."
Gina's eyes narrowed. "You know, dear, if I hadn't had such a good time with the first party and wasn't so looking forward to my next one, I'd think that the three of us had been taken. I'll bet Maria wasn't so much being helpful, suggesting we borrow each other's husbands as she was just looking to get all four of them to herself once a month. What a little con artist!"
"Well, maybe. But you did have a great time at the first party and you are looking forward to your next one so you can't claim that you haven't benefited. And I'm certainly looking forward to Friday. I did make Irwin promise not to let anyone else spank me but I figure once he's fired up my ass and fucked me good, I'll be so ready for it again that they can have all the fun they want with me."
Gina raised an eyebrow and cocked her head sideways. "Really? Then I'll have to make sure Rob brings the lubricant with him. Since you'll have your butt stuck out and you'll be tied all up . . ."
"Gina! I don't do that."
"What you mean, lassie, is that you haven't ever done it before. I hadn't either before the party but I sure have since."
"Does it really feel that good? I can't help believing it would hurt, a lot."
"It does to me. And I admit, at first it does hurt. But honey, it's a
good
hurt, just like your spanking. Have Irwin do you up good and proper and after you've come a couple of times, have him use his fingers to massage and stretch you before he sticks it in. With enough lube it's at least an interesting sensation. And lots of women think it actually feels better that way."
Heather looked dubious but said she'd consider the possibilities. The subject changed to kids and clothes and other 'mom' things but after Gina left, Heather went back to the bedroom. She got out a dildo she'd cast from Irwin some months before and a big tube of KY jelly. She didn't put them to immediate use but she did put them where she could get to them easily—just in case.
*****
Twyla sat at her computer desk with a book and a catalog she'd gotten from Gina. The conversation the previous Friday kept her from panicky flight from their new sharing arrangement but getting an order ready had the stomach butterflies up and prowling again.
After the second gin and tonic that brought a comfortable buzz to her head, Twyla had settled into a big club chair across from Gina when the older woman put her glass down and steepled her fingers in front of her nose.
"Now, Twyla, let's see if we can get to the root of your distress. You're scared about two weeks from tonight. Honey, just what are you afraid
of
? Do you think you might get hurt?"
"Oh, no! I'm sure none of the guys would ever do anything that would hurt me. If nothing else, Ernie wouldn't let them." She paused for a while, deep in thought. "No, I think what I'm afraid of is myself. I'm scared I'll panic and burst into tears just about the time I've got my clothes off. Or worse, I'll get the giggles! And wouldn't that just put the cap on the evening?"
Gina's face softened. "Oh, sugar, I think I understand." She got up and went over to a thoroughly filled book case. She ran her finger across the titles and finally took down an old, well-used volume. She handed it to Twyla.
"Here, read this. It's called
Endless Rapture
by Helen Hazen and it's just the most marvelous explanation of why we love Romance novels. What you want, dear, is a fantasy rape. That's not the same thing as the real one, by any means. A fantasy rape is when a man you can't resist forces you to do what you want, like if Johnny Depp refused to take 'no' for an answer. And I've seen those piles of Restoration romances you read so you know you know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
Twyla turned the book back and forth in her hands. She thought about all the innocent maids who had been forcibly seduced by caddish nobles only to capture their hearts into marriage by the end of the novel. The author was a university librarian. Obviously this wasn't just a little bagatelle, it was serious scholarship. And now that she came to think, that was exactly the kind of thing that made her favorite literature so appealing.
"Okay, but how does an innocent heroine get lovingly raped by four laced and powdered wigged aristocrats?"
"Well, how about an innocent aristocratic getting abducted and lovingly raped by a bunch of virile barbarians? They'd be such a refreshing change from the fops of the court, don't you know."
"You mean, kidnapped and carried off somewhere?"
"Not for the first time, I think. Let's keep it at home. In fact—wait right here."
A few minutes later, Gina returned with a shiny black-covered catalogue. She sat down on the arm of Twyla's chair, ruffled through the catalog to the correct page and handed it to her friend.
"Here, Spartacus Leathers in Milwaukee, Oregon."
Twyla's eyes opened wide. Fur-lined cuffs, wrist and ankle restraints, ball gags?
"What, what are you suggesting, Gina?"
"What you want. You get tied down, comfortably, on your own bed and the barbarians have their way with you, one after another. That way you get all the fun and have no responsibility. They're doing it
to
you, no? And if you cry and struggle, well, that's all part of the scene. It's expected."
"Uh, who orders the—the leather?"
"You do. And let me remind you that barbarians don't do pink so forget trying to color coordinate with your bedroom. Black leather and shiny metal is true style, honey. And I'll tell Rob to get you some medium weight chain to attach yourself to the bed. Once everything gets here, I'll help you set it up. Now, go home, read the book and order the stuff."
The book had been exactly on the mark, explaining why almost everything women read or wrote was a romance at some level. And after thinking about it, she had to admit that being a helpless victim would be a lot easier than a horny hostess. Still, the cuffs and gags were intimidating. But taking a deep breath, she dialed up the company's website and got out her credit card.
*****
Irwin came home from work. As usual, he headed for the bathroom to wash the sawdust out of his hair and the tung oil off his hands but when he opened the door, there was Heather brushing her hair, just out of the shower.
"Hi, Baby," she said brightly, "Get clean and come on out to the porch. Micki's on an overnight with her little friends so we have the rest of the evening to ourselves."
Irwin raised a lecherous eyebrow, "The whole evening?"
Heather leaned over and shimmied, her breasts swaying invitingly. "That's what I said. Now get clean."
Never had his pre-dinner shower gone so quickly. He even shaved. Hurrying out into the covered porch, Irwin found his wife sitting on top of the bondage bench. She had a light weight riding crop in one hand and a large dildo and a squeeze tube of thick lubricant in the other.
"Sweetie, I've been talking to Gina and she got me thinking about Friday. I'm gonna be bent over this thing with my ass all red like an ape in heat. In the heat of lust I've got this sneaking suspicion that one of you, or maybe more than one, will be tempted to try out my asshole. Tonight I want to see just how possible that is so I can either expect a good buggering or you can place it totally off limits. Now I used an enema and took a shower so I'm all clean inside and out. I want you to tie me up, fire me up and fuck me and while you're at it, massage and stretch me out. When I give the word, you switch holes and we'll see if it's a good idea."
Irwin startled. He admitted to himself that he'd watched Rob sodomize his wife two weeks ago and Maria certainly wasn't shy about taking up the back door last Friday. However, he and Heather hadn't even ever discussed anal sex so he was a little surprised at her forwardness. But that did not make it a bad idea.
"Sounds good to me, in fact, it sounds great." He took the supplies from her and when she knelt down and bent over, he buckled her in soundly. Once she was in place, instead of picking up the crop and laying into her, he picked up the dildo and inspected it. Laying it aside he took the tube of gel and squeezed some out on his fingers.
"What are you doing back there, Irwin, I heard that cap pop off?"
"Just checking, dear."
He gently laid his fingers atop the opening to her rectum and ran little circles around it.
