To recap chapter one - my husband and I have been roleplaying nonconsent, and I've been firmly over-powered. While I'm tied spreadeagled to the bed, he takes a call and ends up inviting the caller over. I'm confident it's a close friend, but have no idea who it might be.
Taped to the inner thigh of my left leg is a huge vibrator, which I've only just started to enjoy when we hear a knock at the door...
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'Just a minute' he calls to his friend outside the door.
I sense him close, leaning toward my face. He lifts the shirt from the side of my face to give him free access to my ear.
'I love you my darling girl' he whispers, before re-positioning the shirt to muffle all hearing and blind my sight.
The sound of the door opening triggers feelings of deep shame, fear and excitement. I have no concept of how to respond to this extraordinary situation.
I don't know who he is letting in, and I have no idea what they plan to do with me.
And I'm on the verge, the precipice, of an almighty orgasm. The vibrator taped to my leg and firmly planted against my clitoris is the source of my joy. Stifling my moans, I wriggle slightly to improve the angle of the wand, and enjoy the pounding against my erect nub. I can feel my cunt juices flowing stronger, starting to trickle down the track toward my asshole.
I slowly rotate my hips, letting the head of the vibrator trace a circle away, around, and gently back toward my clitoris. Slowly at first, sighing with relief as it moves away, relishing the anticipation as it moves nearer again, and moaning as it finds the spot again. Then a little faster, then a little faster, the circle diminishing till it focuses solely on my clit, and I cum, and I cum, and I love it.
My ecstasy is interrupted by the muffled sounds of low laughter - not unkind. I stop suddenly and lie quiet and still. My panting breath now the only sound in the room.
I'm shocked by the touch of two hands simultaneously - one on each of my ankles, each hand then joined by another. My cunt contracts, a sudden intake of breath. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. I would like to think I can tell which are the hands of my husband.
Nobody speaks.