This story is part of a series of short stories I wrote about Anita and her boyfriend Jason. This is someway into their relationship, but if you enjoy I will post others in the series.
Anita walked through the house making sure everything was ready for the return of her boyfriend Jason and his friend Gary. Having decided she wanted to have sex with them again following her mock ravishing by both. She devised a game plan to ensure that she would derive full pleasure from the evening.
When she had first accidentally acceded in anger, to Jason's persistent request that she had sex with his friend Gary, her hasty plan had left her dangling close to frustration. It was when she released Gary's hitherto unrealised passion that she came to achieve full pleasure.
The emotions stirred by that evening had left her with a lot of unresolved questions. She had carefully avoided the temptation to meet Gary again alone, instead she had developed new roles to keep Jason amused. Unwittingly each of them returned to hankering for the threesome again. By being uncertain of her feelings they had denied each other the good society they had previously kept. Anita had found she had enjoyed transferring the responsibility for her seduction to others. By playing the role of captive she had become the puppet to others reactions. The plan she had devised still placed her wantonness and arousal upon the two men but this time she could leave each a route to ensure she gained the maximum pleasure.
For as long as she lived with Jason, she would always consider his enjoyment first. It had been part of her upbringing with mixed cultural parents. For your man you must always give your best, it was the seductive nature of the reward for pleasure, that had encouraged her western mother to marry an eastern man. The game Anita devised was intended to offer Jason rewards by including several things that were especial to his desires. With Gary she was still learning, she wanted to discover him more, she would try to lead to let him reveal his potential self.
Trisha, Gary's girlfriend had often confided she found him lacking in spark. He was too gentle, too loving, he lacked the aggression she liked in her sexual chemistry. Trisha had trips to her 'mother's', evenings when she was away, to supplement her diet of gentle loving for something more exotically wild and dangerous. If only she had Anita's knowledge.
Anita dressed and in final position, arranged her shoulder length shining black hair into a fan beneath her head. Making the final adjustments to her guides she slipped the blindfold over her hazel eyes making herself secure. Behind the blindfold she heard the key turn in the lock and heard the two men enter. She listened as they made their approach as she planned.
Gary and Jason stood at the foot of the stairs reading the notice Anita had placed. Each of them had a ribbon to gather which would lead to her. Noisily they crashed up the stairs unwinding the ribbons as they went. Jason had a gold ribbon, Gary a red. The trail led them to the bathroom and the next note attached to the upraised toilet seat.
"Take your clothes off here, then piss out any beer. I want erect pricks, not limp dicks when you reach the end of the trail."
Dutifully the two men stripped standing each side of the bowl to urinate. Gary shielding his penis, whilst Jason, having peed pulled a few long strokes on his foreskin testing the strength of his curved erection by tapping it with his finger.
Flushing the toilet the two men unwound their ribbons following the trail, which led to the bedroom. Anita lay spread eagle on the bed, a single spotlight illuminating the scene. Both her hands were cuffed to the bed, as was one leg, the other being tied. She was wearing a black cocktail dress that was moulded to her slim figure. Gary's ribbon was pinned to the breast of her dress before trailing to pair of dressmaker's scissors. Jason's ribbon led to her leg where a smaller ribbon disappeared beneath her dress.
Both men edged closer to the bed, Anita pensively licked her parted glossy red lips. She could hear their breathing; she tried to imagine their excitement and surprise. She imagined their thick white stalks, with purple glistening heads jutting from between their hairy thighs. The scrotum sacks pulled tight over their dangling cherry balls. She began to act out her role.
"Did you bring me here? Someone said if I came here I would get a lovely surprise. Then they tied me up. I feel so vulnerable like this. Anyone could take advantage of me. Invade my body and I would be unable to resist. Are you going to be nice and release me?"
The two men stood over her, each at the end of their respective ribbons. They looked down upon her body, seeing the shape of her ribs and breasts pushing through the stretched fabric. Jason sucked in his breath sighing as he traced the etched lines of her underwear, he could see the outline of a suspender belt framing her pelvic Vee.
"Take a look at that Gary, it's fucking Christmas, she's wearing bloody stockings." Jason sat at her feet unravelling the thin gold ribbon that was twined around her leg, easing his hand up her dress he revealed the gold flecked stockings beneath. His hand stopped at the cool flesh of her thigh releasing the ribbon from her suspender. Anita wriggled.
"What are you doing?" Why are you touching my leg like that? What are you going to do to me?"
Gary had watched Jason's hand slide up Anita's skirt; he had seen the fabric rise and fall as he had stroked her inner thigh, playing around the stocking top. It had been a long time since he had seen her, touched her. He remembered the feeling of exhilaration, when she had driven him to take her. He missed her; he had begun to hate hearing Jason's stories of the things they had done together. He had feared he would never see her again. Trisha had commented though, she said he had got more confident, she spent more time with him less visiting her mother. He almost wished it were the other way. He picked up the dress making scissors there was a note tied to the handle. Unwrap me.
