She had a surprise for him. He was to come to her house, take the spare key from behind the rock in the front garden, and go inside. She said from there he would receive further instructions. He had been looking forward to it all week considering last time she had done something this secretive, it had involved him getting a half a dozen blow-jobs without having to reciprocate. He smirked as he walked the path to the door to her house, key in hand, his pants tightening as he opened the door.How long had it been since they started playing this game? Every other weekend one or the other, whose ever turn it was, would choose their newest sexual encounter. It made the week hell, but every moment was filled with anticipation.
He walked up the stairs to the bedroom and saw an interesting sight. On the floor were dozens upon dozens of pillows, stacked to make their own type of bed.In front of the pillows sat a single chair, as though observing the pillows that laid before it. He walked through the door to see his beautiful lover walk out of the attached bathroom. She was nude already, with her flowing brown hair reaching down to her collar bone. Her hands were behind her back. Her body was a perfect pear shape, with perfect, pale breasts. When she turned around, he would see his favorite thing about her, the dimples on her back.
"Hello, lover." he smiled.
"Hello," she whispered, "sit."
He walked over to the chair and sat, doing as he was told. He was trying to contain the bulging mass between his legs, so she wouldn't see his anticipation. She walked towards him, taking her hands from behind her back. It wasn't until now that he noticed that she had something in her hands. She held a long black piece of silk. She walked over to him and and placed the silk fabric over his eyes. He felt her hands on his shoulders, massaging them. He groaned as the pressure she placed in her fingers worked their way into his muscles. She was so damn good at that. He heard some rustling as her fingers left his shoulders. In almost no time at all, he felt her at his pants. His zipper slid down, and he found his eyes closing beneath the blindfold. She slid his cock out of his pants, and he felt her lick his head slowly. Her hand came up and grabbed him.
Then, something surprising happened. With her mouth and hands still on him, she somehow removed his blindfold. He looked down to see that the woman at his cock wasn't his brunette beauty, but instead a woman with bleach blond hair accented with black streaks. Her pale naked form was knelt before him. Her left arm was covered in tattoos that he tried to make out only for a second. Her blue eyes looked up at him as he began to speak, but before he could even say a word, she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. He moaned as her tongue flipped the top of his cock as she began to deep-throat it.
"Surprise, my darling." his lover whispered in his ear.
He turned to see his brunette goddess standing there, naked before him.
"The rules are simple. You are allowed to touch both of us, but only after we tell you to. Until then you must sit there, and you must, my darling, must, not get up from the chair."
He whimpered.
The girl with his cock in her mouth released him, licking him a few times as she stood up. Her eyes met his and she smiled a perfect, white-toothed smile behind those rosy lips.
"I'm M." she said, tilting her head sideways and looking at him.
His lover walked to this new woman, this "M" person. She walked behind M, her tall frame towering over M's smaller one. She looped her arms around M's waist and then slowly moved her hands up to her breasts.