That night after the incident in my office, Phil and I were joined at home by Helena. As we had all got dressed Helena had insisted that she came back with us, "to carry things on" as she put it.
And so here we were. In our bedroom. Helena and I had begun to seduce Phil on our bed, stripping him naked but we had led him into a false sense of security. Soon after we had undressed him I managed to handcuff him to the bed. There followed the cock restraint that I'd bought Phil previously and made him wear all day at work, making sure I kept the key to the padlock safe and away from Phil. Now Helena and I had him. Helena moved across the bed and kissed me deeply, letting Phil wish that he could break free of his bonds and join in. He couldn't though and we all knew this.
Helena stood up off the bed and slowly, teasingly began to take off her black pants. Phil and I stared at her transfixed as the sight of her long legs and knee high boots emerged. I couldn't help but stare at her light blue thong and how it clung so tightly to her mound. Helena stared into Phil's eyes as she traced a hand up her body, coming to rest on her mound where she pushed the fabric of her thong into her pussy. I could se Phil's cock trying desperately to free itself from its restraint.
I don't know what I expected Helena to do next but she casually pulled off her thong, revealing a large wet patch in the material, walked over to the bed and began to feed the pussy smelling thong into Phil's mouth.
"Kate, why don't you get a scarf so that we can let Phil taste my pussy whilst he's all tied up. Oh, and get a scarf that we can use as a blindfold too!"
I did as Helena requested, grabbing two scarfs from a draw in the bedroom. Helena tied one scarf over Phil's mouth which ensured that her thong would come out, and the other scarf was tied over Phil's eyes.
Helena and I left Phil upstairs on the bedroom whilst we went downstairs to get a drink.
"So how long have you been into kinky things? Helena asked as we sat back and both drank glasses of wine.
"Not long," I replied, "things started a few weeks ago when we both lived out a fantasy."
Helena just looked at me, no doubt expecting me to explain further. I couldn't believe that I was sat here revealing details of my sex life that I shared with my husband. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to go further, but then I considered what had happened already today and decided to tell all.
I got up and headed upstairs, telling Helena that I'd be right back. When I walked into the bedroom I looked at Phil and instantly became turned on seeing him there handcuffed and his cock trying to fight against his restraint. I guess Phil heard me come into the bedroom and his head followed me across the room (even though his eyes couldn't), maybe hoping that I'd give him relief of some kind. From out of the wardrobe I retrieved the outfit that I'd bought for that first evening of fantasy and also my strap-on dildo and 'special' latex panties that Phil had bought for me.
I returned downstairs and Helena's eyes widened as I took up my seat again. "My god, that must have been some fantasy!" she exclaimed.
"We both loved the idea that I could tease him as I fucked him, and the attire I bought just added to the whole fantasy," I said as I showed her the various items. "I think it sent both of us wild because it feels fantastic being dressed up in ......"
Helena cut me off. "Show me!"
"What?"
"Show me". She commanded. "Let me see you dressed in what you wore that first night."
I looked at Helena as if to wonder whether what I had heard her say was right. However, Helena quickly made sure I had heard right. She stood up off the sofa and walked over to me where she straddled my legs and began to kiss me. It was one of the softest kisses ever and it seemed to set my whole body on edge. She delicately ran her tongue over my bottom lip and I was hers. Helena soon began to move her kisses down my chin and onto my neck.
"Please show me," she whispered, grabbing my hand and placing it between her naked legs, "it's turning me on so much trying to imagine you dressed in what you've shown me. Please?"
I think that Helena's kisses, the wetness against my hand and the growing wetness in my panties made up my mind for me. "Okay, wait here while I change," I whispered back to Helena.
"Thank you," said Helena, again kissing me fully on the lips. She moved back to the sofa whilst I stood and headed upstairs to change, carrying the outfit that I had worn on that very first night with me. I entered the spare bedroom to change and immediately discarded my work clothes onto the floor and unzipped the new boots that I had worn home.
I retrieved the PVC corset from the bed and wrapped it around my waist, then pulled up the zip, feeling the immediate effects as I did so. As I looked down at my body I noticed my breasts, which looked stunning contained within the tight PVC. Next I slipped the black laced stockings that I'd originally worn and attached them to the corset, which felt sexy as I slipped my slender legs into them. Next came the black patent leather, stiletto, knee high boots that I'd bought for that very special occasion.
My outfit was complete and as I headed downstairs I glanced at myself in the mirror. Again I had captured the pure sexiness of that first night, and I felt the wetness begin to spill out of my pussy. I returned downstairs to find Helena's bra and top on the floor. The fire in my pussy ignited as I saw that she was laid back on the sofa, her eyes closed as she plunged the seven inches of the strap-on dildo into her own pussy. I stood there watching her, my own hand inching towards my own pussy, and closely watched every part of Helena's body. I saw the juices that were coating the fake cock as she slid it in and out of her pussy and remembered tasting her as she ground her pussy against my tongue in my office.
"Does it feel as good as a real cock?" I said, startling Helena. Her eyes opened and glanced up at me as I stood over her.
She smiled at me whilst she withdrew the strap-on dildo from her pussy. "I can see why it makes you feel fantastic dressed like you are. Seeing you standing there makes me wish that you were fucking me right now."
"All in good time," I thought to myself.
Helena stood up off the sofa and moved with ease across the room, the strap-on still in her hand and glistening with her juices. Her lips instantly met mine and our hands were all over each other's body. I ran a hand over Helena's ass, feeling the softness of her skin, before trailing a delicate path up her spine and across her shoulders. My other hand found its way to the back of her head, pulling her closer to my lips, whilst at the same time playing with her auburn hair.
I felt Helena's hands wander over my own body, across the smooth PVC corset through which she fondled my breasts and then down to my pussy where she teased my clit with her light touch.
Helena was the one to break our frantic kissing. She moved her kisses down my neck and onto my corset, kissing the black PVC and running her tongue across the surface. I wished that the PVC had not been there and that my breasts were being subjected to the touch of Helena's tongue. Further down my body she moved until she encouraged me to move my legs apart so that she could clamp her eager mouth over my crotch. Her mouth moved quickly, kissing around my pussy lips and my entrance whilst her tongue would do the same, but never touching my clit, driving me wild with anticipation that it would.
