Jeremy left the room as directed. 'Change into something you don't mind getting dirty'. He really wasn't sure about this. What kind of "dirty" did Sarah have in mind. Had he chosen someone kinkier than he had imagined. Curiosity overcame his doubts as he pulled out a ratty blue t-shirt and the cotton shorts he would normally wear around the house. Should I leave my underwear on he wondered. She hadn't really made mention of that. He chose the side of caution and pulled his shorts on over his underpants. He was slipping his shirt on over his head as he returned to the loungeroom, sitting next to his wife on the lounge. Sarah walked through the front door carrying a large black bag and dropped in on the floor. He heard a small gasp escape his wife's lips at the sight of the bag.
Sarah positioned the chair at the end of the coffee table and directed him to sit. He eagerly complied. Sarah moved behind him and began to massage his shoulders like she does at work. Her fingers were like magic, digging into the tight spaces and releasing the tension. Sometimes he wondered if it was her expert manipulations of his muscles or the fact that she was placing her hands on him that relaxed him so much. He breathed deeply and groaned, his whole body began to relax. She leaned forward bringing her mouth close to his ear. Her warm breath caressed his skin and he went limp. He was aware of her hands travelling down his arms before she pulled his wrist together behind his back. He instantly felt a chill and jumped as cold steel captured his wrists and locked them together. He opened his eyes to see Sarah grab a rope from her bag and tie his chest to the chair. He caught her gaze with a questioning glare. Now he really was concerned. This hadn't been what he had in mind and he wondered where this night was going. He had images of being left tied to the chair and the two women leaving the house to go out for the night. The thought terrified him. She must have seen the worry on his face and leaned in to whisper, "This night is for Jessica, not you."
Sarah moved to a position in front of him and knelt at his feet. He watched with anticipation as she moved both hands under one shorts leg, and waited excitedly for the touch he expected. With feather-like fingers she trailed a line from his groin down his leg towards his foot. The touch sent shivers through his body and made his cock twitch. She grasped his foot and directed it further apart. He knew where this was headed and gladly obliged, spreading his legs wider. To his surprise Sarah retrieve another rope and proceeded to tie his ankles to the legs of the chair. Now, completely restrained, he felt vulnerable and nervous once again.
Sarah turned to look at his wife still sitting on the couch. "It's ok. From what I understand you are quite shy in the bedroom, correct?"
His wife nodded, going a little red from the blatant question.
"Okay then, this night is for you."
Sarah handed his wife a pair of scissors. His mind started to race, seriously, what was about to happen here. His wife looked just as confused.
"Shall we start. Jessica, I need you to cut your husband's clothes off. All his clothes."
He exchanged glances with his wife and they both looked at Sarah, confused.
"Jessica, as I have said before, this night is for you. At some point your husband may want to join or, you know, cum. Clothes will allow him friction to accomplish that, but he is not allowed to cum until you say so. Therefore, his clothes must be removed."
His wife seemed to smile at the thought and turned towards his, scissors at the ready. She crawled over to him and knelt at his feet. With a slightly shaky hand she slid the blades up his legs to his shorts and began to cut a long path up to his waist. He drew in a breath and his stomach as the cold metal grazed his bare skin. She cut first one leg, then the other, allowing the shorts to fall to the side. Handing the bottom of his t-shirt she cut a long strip straight up the center then down each sleeve and watched the blue shirt fall open, exposing his bare chest and stomach to the room. Finally, and with extra caution she moved the blades under his underpants and gently cut the tighty-whities open, freeing his cock from the restrains.
As his wife was creatively removing his clothes, Sarah explained the rules.
"Now, Jeremy, you have rules tonight. Rule number 1, you are not to touch. Your wife may lean into you, she may touch you, but at no time are your hands to grab, caress or anything else without permission. 2, You are not permitted to comment. A groan is acceptable, but words are not. 3, you will only cum with permission. If you break any of these rules, this night will end. Understood?"
He was a little taken back by the demands being placed on him, after all, he was the one that had flirted with her and invited her to dinner. He had anticipated a joint interaction with both his wife and Sarah, not the night he was presented with. He considered protesting but the look on his wife's face made him stop. She was enjoying this. He turned to Sarah prepared to agree to her terms, opening his mouth to respond. The look on her face suggested the rules had already started so he simply nodded in agreeance.
His wife stood and handed the scissors back to Sarah. Both women starred at the now naked Jeremy. With both eyes fixated on him his cock twitched again. Sarah lead his wife behind him. He could feel her so close, feel her warmth. He waited for her touch, but it never came, instead a dark blindfold was placed over his eyes. With no ability to move or see he strained to listen but could only hear muffled voices. He began to panic, partially because he didn't know what was happening and partially due to the excitement building within him.
