For nearly the past two years I have been dating a wonderful man, I will call John for the sake of this story, wonderful for the way he makes me feel and the growth I have learned since knowing him. When we met I was the typical early thirties divorced mom, just having got out of a dull and lifeless marriage. Looking back to the beginning it’s hard to imagine what a naïve young woman I was with regards to the varieties of the male sexual appetite. John has continually encouraged me to push the edge of my desires, and opened my mind to many wondrous new ideas about the spice that makes great sex so delicious.
Many times we have discussed the possibility of inviting other men, women or couples into our sex life. Of course, John is agreeable to whatever I would prefer, but truthfully, having another man or men join us is what gets my motor racing. On more than one occasion John has said he would love to be a fly on the wall while another man had his way with me. My mother always told me, “be careful what you wish for, it may come true.”
So tonight, if all goes as I have planned; our relationship will forever be changed, and hopefully in direction that will suit us both.
I invited John over to my quaint little studio apartment, it’s nothing to brag about but comfortable. Although it’s a small cozy hideaway it’s going to be perfect for my plan. I greeted John at the door wearing my sexiest house robe, cut short just below my ass cheeks, sheer satin material that barely concealed my red half cut bra that exposed my hard nipples. Had I not shaved my pussy to be as smooth as a baby’s bottom then the patch of hair would have been seen as well. I hate to wear panties when I know I am going to have hot sex. To finish my ensemble I wore a matching garter to hold up my sultry white stockings. I had a few casually placed candles lit in each of the two rooms of my apartment, which provided the only luminance for tonight’s activities.
The door bell rang and the first of my two guests for the evening had arrived, just as planned. I opened the door to see the wide grin of my beloved John; his jaw practically hit the floor as he took in the sight of me in my sexy garb. His grin was of confidence, knowing he was in for something special tonight. However, little did he know that what he was going to get was the furthest thing from what he thought he was going to get, and I mused at the irony.
I ushered John inside, and told him that we should just head to my boudoir. As we entered the room I was telling him how I had always fantasized about tying him to the bed. He looked at the bed, a solid wood four poster bed, and noticed that I had already attached soft braided ropes to each of the four posts one for each of his four limbs. His confident smirk seemed to turn to slight state of panic. In an effort to ease his concern I told him that I would absolutely not do anything that would hurt him, but I thought it would be a tremendous turn on to have him totally vulnerable and exposed to my whims. With some reluctance he finally agreed.
I had him strip off all of his clothes and lay in the middle of the bed as I seductively began to attach his arms then legs to their respective posts. I made sure that the ropes were going to adequately secure him to the bed, but not so tight that he would be uncomfortable to lay here for a couple hours. When he was completely bound, I asked if anything was too tight, for which he replied everything was fine. He’s a typical man, for the most part anyhow, if he thinks he’s going to get off he’ll agree to just about anything.
Just as I had finished with his restraints the phone rang. I glanced at the clock, and thought, right on cue. I motioned for John to be quiet and then I answered the phone.
“Hello. Yes, how are you tonight. I am fine. Yes, I am ready. Ok, that’s great. I’ll see you in five minutes”, and hung up the phone. John immediately asked who that was. I smiled and said that he was a new friend that I hoped to enjoy tonight, and asked if he objected. I could see by the expression on his face that sharing me with another man was the furthest thing from his mind. Before John could respond, as he was considering his answer, I continued by saying that he had always said he wanted to watch me while I was with another man. He shrugged his shoulders to agree, even though I am sure his mind had conjured up the idea that he would have one of his drunken buddies come over and maul me. “Well tonight you will get part of your wish, only part because you will not get to watch, but you will get to hear every nuance of our coupling through this paper thin wall that divides these rooms. We will be on the other side of the wall doing whatever we want and hope you enjoy the sounds that echo through the wall.”
Then I reached into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a ball gag, and John gasped. “I hope this won’t be too uncomfortable for you, but I just can’t have you making noise that might disturb my new friend.” He began to protest and soon realized that I was taking control of the situation, and that he may as well submit to my desires. He opened his mouth and I inserted the plastic ball between his jaws, and then gently wrapped the bands behind his head and tightened them so that he could not slip of the gag. Lastly, I reached into the drawer once more and pulled out another new toy, a wooden paddle with several holes bored in it, and made sure John had a good view of my instrument of discipline if he disobeyed me. “If I hear even the slightest noise from you while my friend is here, your sweet little ass will pay dearly.”
The door bell rang, and I said, “Perfect timing. I love a man that is punctual.” I blew out the candles in the bedroom, gave John the shush sign and headed toward the door to greet my new friend. I opened the door wide, proud of the way I looked and wanting to be assertive. Our eyes met briefly and then our respective gazes slipped downward taking in the total sight of each other. Victor, Vic, was a delicious looking man. Tall, broad shoulders, narrow waist, muscular arms and legs, clean shaven, strong chin, gentle eyes and a toothy white smile, and by the bulge in his trousers I suspected he was blessed. If his ear to ear grin was any evidence to his satisfaction with my appearance, then I would guess we were really going to have some fun.
“Please come in Victor, I am so pleased to finally meet you.”
“Oh I am so pleased to meet you as well, and may I say you are absolutely stunning.”
I blushed, never knowing exactly how to respond to compliments. “Thank you, kind sir. I am glad you think so.” “Vic I must apologize for not being completely prepared for tonight. I had planned to strip my bed and clean the sheets for us, but I was running so late that I never got everything done. Hope you don’t mind if we just play out here.”
Vic casually said “no problem, what ever suits you, works for me.” “Do we need to worry about your boyfriend coming by?”
I chuckled a bit inside, “No, he’s going to be tied up for at least a couple hours, so we shouldn’t be disturbed. I am so anxious to see what’s under your clothes. Would you mind standing and doing a slow strip for me?”
“Not at all”, as Vic walked to the middle of the room and began to unbuttoned his shirt.
“Take it off, take it all off you big stud, lets see what you got for me”, I urged.
First the shirt came off exposing a very masculine chest and arms, and it was evident that in his younger days he had a chiseled body, but he still looked awesome. Then he slipped off his shoes and socks, and slowly began to undo his trousers. They soon fell to the floor. The only thing left for this beautiful specimen of a man to remove, were his boxers. He turned his back to me and slowly inched his shorts down over his muscular round ass, bending at the waist until the shorts slid to the floor.
“Oh my God, you are a beautiful man.” Then he turned to face me and I was speechless. I was amazed to see the enormous appendage he had hanging from his pelvic area. The only thing I could think to say was, “is that really a third leg?” and we both laughed. I slipped off the sofa onto my knees and crawled over to him to get a better view of the object of my desire. I gently held his half hard cock in one hand, truly amazed at its weighty size.
“This thing is huge. I hope you don’t kill me with it.”
“Oh no little lady, I will be careful until I know you can take it.”
“Well kind Sir, this looks absolutely delicious. Mind if I have a taste, or two?”
“Please do.”
I guided his cock to my open mouth and tasted the tip of his bulbous head with my tongue. His taste, as a small drop of precum was seeping from his one eyed snake, was exquisite. I slowly sucked more of his cock into my hungry mouth like a wanton slut, coaxing it to grow to its full potential, and grow it did. Within moments his cock had grown to an abnormal length, at least compared to what I have had before, but more impressive than his unusual length and girth was that his cock was so rigid. “Why don’t you have a seat and relax while I feast on this prize for a bit”, I suggested.
