John took the steps two at a time until he arrived at the master bedroom. What he saw made his cock, already at half-mast in anticipation, attempt to burst through his zipper. It was the hottest sight he'd ever seen.
There was Lyn, stark naked except for garter belt, stockings and high heels, lying on the bed languidly stroking her very wet vagina. She smiled like a cat that had just finished a big bowl of cream and licked her lips.
"I told you today was going to be special didn't I?"
Unable to contain his excitement, John literally ripped his own clothes off, losing two buttons from his shirt in the process. Lyn continued to play. When he was naked, he approached the bed to climb in. Before he could leap in, Lyn sprang up and rubbed herself against his erection.
"Patience, honey. Why don't you sit in this chair and enjoy the show."
Lyn gently led John to a chair and pushed him back into it. He recognized it as one from the kitchen. She straddled his lap, reached down and pushed his cock flat and proceeded to run her pussy along its length. John almost came there and then as he nuzzled her generous breasts that were right in his face. They both moaned.
Lyn took his arms one at a time and passed them through the slats on the back of the chair. Once they were in place, she reached over to the dresser and picked up a pair of handcuffs. She snapped then to his wrists one at a time. She had to lift herself up to reach his hands. John tried desperately to impale her as soon as his cock wasn't being squashed against his own thighs. Teasingly, Lyn thwarted his efforts. The smell of her excitement was pervading the room and making John wild. He knew what was coming. They had role played him being dominated more than once before.
This time was different though. After securing his arms, Lyn used some soft rope to tie his legs, gently but securely. She distracted him by softly tickling his cock head with her tongue several times during the three or four minutes it took her to secure his lower body. John was in heaven. Then, Lyn took out a wide leather belt, of the type used by weightlifters and secured his belly to the chair back. John could feel he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.
Lyn kissed him deeply while rubbing her pussy along his cock again. She reached down again and moved his cock up against his belly and very dexterously began rubbing her dripping pussy against the underside of it. She went faster and faster until he came all over his own stomach. Lyn kept kissing him as he came down from his high. Finally, he broke the clinch.
"You're right, that was really special, Lyn."
"The show has only just begun, lover."
John watched as Lyn walked over to a video camera, setup on a tripod and turned it on. She knew this was a one off and wanted to relive it over and over in the future. She then went to the bathroom, opened the door and entered.
No mere words on paper can explain what John felt when Lyn reappeared. His initial reaction was certainly shock as she emerged leading a naked man by his semi-erect cock and dangling scrotum. A quick glance showed the newcomer to be younger, taller, better looking and more muscled than he was. There was also enough cock protruding from Lyn's hand to make it clear that this guy hadn't been at the back of the queue when the inches were handed out. His automatic fight/flight reflex was telling him to flee from a superior specimen. The problem for John was that he couldn't run. Lyn had both males in the room by the balls. One literally; the other figuratively. John was still in shock, as Lyn led her willing captive over to him. John was yet to decide whether he was willing captive or not.
"John, I'd like you to meet Simon. Simon, this is John."
Chapter 3 The four second chapter
It may be helpful to examine what was going through the conscious minds of the three participants at this point. Although, for one reason or another, none of them were thinking too rationally.
Simon wasn't thinking rationally because he just wasn't capable of it. Like many big, handsome, muscular men he was not; how can this be put politely; over-furnished in the brain department. He looked down at the helpless John and smiled. He saw the spunk all over the guy's stomach and his nose twitched at the acrid smell. He'd been tapping Lyn for a month now, ever since she'd approached him in the gym. She was one fine piece of MILF. Why she'd married the loser sitting in the chair was a mystery to him. Some guys just wanted to be dominated and humiliated, he supposed. Well, he could do that.
Lyn certainly wasn't thinking rationally and hadn't been for at least the two months took to set this up. Finding a male with three out of four of the attributes she was looking for was easy. Window shopping at the gym, she'd narrowed the list of targets down quickly by looks, age and muscle load. The fourth essential qualification, to make this moment perfect was much harder. It had taken three failed attempts to test drive different guys to come to the same conclusion the medical profession came to years ago. Steroids shrink penises. After that she'd lowered her sights on the muscle mass and targeted Simon. The initial test drive and subsequent month of preparing him for this moment had been physically satisfying but mentally awkward. She was cheating on her husband after all. No amount of rationalisation could totally remove her guilt.
She was driven however. In late high school she'd still been a virgin when she began to be pursued by a guy she knew should have been out of her league. Over a month, she'd allowed his flattery and attention to wear her defences down and had finally given her once in a lifetime gift. After the brief, unpleasant event, the guy had laughed and left the humiliated teenager; metaphorically carving a notch on his belt as he departed. She'd unconsciously vowed revenge that day and had been a little obsessed with returning the experience ever since. The word, "little," is used here in the same context as you can say the Pope is a 'little' bit Catholic. She just knew that once she saw the look of utter defeat in the eyes of a strong, healthy male, her demons would be laid to rest forever. That was why, even though she knew there was a risk of losing her husband and smashing her family, she'd taken the risk that led to here and now.
No, there was nothing rational about Lyn's mind at the moment. As she stood with her lover's tackle in her hand, looking down at a stunned John, slime sheeting down her leg, she was on pure, instinctive autopilot.
Strangely, John was the closest to thinking rationally at that precise moment. Sure he was fighting to run from what was obviously a dominant male. This was balanced against the instinct to fight. There could be no doubt in anyone's mind, rational or otherwise, what was about to happen. Another male was about to take his woman, impregnate his mate, dominate him. There was nothing he could do about it. He knew this wasn't the first time she would couple with this rival, just the first time it would be thrust in his face.
In his almost rational mind John thought, "So this is HIM." He was smart enough that he'd deduced there must be a HIM but he'd never expected them to meet. HIS existence was extrapolated from the fact that their torrid, almost every day romps, had dwindled to two or three times a week about two months ago, then plummeted to almost nothing over the last month. John had successfully deduced that represented an increasing sexual involvement with HIM.
Lyn made no secret of her dominance fantasy, she and John often role played it. As is common in many couples, the one without the fantasy, sees how turned on it makes the one with the fantasy. This leads to the conditioned response that the fantasy leads to incredible sex. In this way, it becomes the fantasy of both parties. It was pure Pavlov. John had even conjectured how he would handle the situation if Lyn suggested making make-believe, reality. The trouble was, that in all his scenarios, he'd been the one looking down at the loser tied to a chair with spunk dribbling down his stomach and matting his pubic hair. This had thrown him into a spin.
