Dungeons and dragons
I had recently bought a very old mansion in its own grounds at a knock down price. It was knock down price because of the extensive work which was needed to bring it up to standard. To show off my new purchase I had invited a couple of friends Caroline and Roger to stay for a couple of days. All the rooms were liveable but some repairs were indeed required. I showed them to their room which impressed them a great deal.
"It looks like Count Dracula might pay us a visit anytime from behind the wood panelling." Caroline said with a laugh.
"You never know who might come from behind these panels" I replied. "Get your stuff unpacked and settle in. I have already got dinner started and it should be ready in about half an hour. See you downstairs."
They came down shortly afterwards and I got us all a beer. A second one followed soon after. By the time I served up dinner we had downed a third. I opened a bottle of white wine with the chicken dinner I had cooked. A second glass required another bottle to be opened. After this was finished I explained I had no more white being chilled but I did have some reds in the cellar. "You have a cellar?" piped Caroline. "How cool! Can we see it?"
"Follow me"
We made our way down to the cellar. It was quite spacious with a central circular area with four small rooms leading off from it. Three of them held packing boxes and furniture but one actually held my wine racks. Roger said it was like a medieval dungeon. "Where are the rack and the chains to hang people from?"
"I haven't unpacked them yet. They are still in the packing cases there, but you can see a couple of shackle rings in the walls." I joked.
Caroline immediately joined in the frivolity by backing up to one of the shackle rings and with her arms over her head pretending to be chained, said in an affected timorous voice "Oh sir, please let me go, don't hurt me I'll do anything you say." The drink had obviously liberated her inhibitions.
I cocked an eyebrow at Roger who joined in with "Be quiet wench or you'll be sorry."
He walked over to her where she still stood with her arms in the air and ran his hand up her leg lifting the hem of her dress and continuing on until his hand was over her stomach revealing her lacy black panties. I expected her to protest but she just giggled and squirmed buckling slightly at the knees to reveal more of herself, including her open crotch as her knees parted momentarily.
"Oh sir, stop, stop!"
"I warned you" Roger said. "Now I will strip you and whip you." He turned to me and in his best Quasimodo impersonation and voice said "Is that alright master, would you like me to whip her?"
I gulped. I was a little stunned but went along with the play acting wondering where it would end. "Yes, whip her but not too hard, not yet anyway."
Roger turned her around, unclipped and unzipped her dress. He pulled down one arm then the other drawing the dress over her shoulders before putting the arms back towards the wall ring, then tugging the dress down her body and down her legs where she stepped out it completely. She was breathing heavily. So was I. I never realised what a terrific body she had. "See how you like the taste of this whip" drawing back his arm ready to lash her with his imaginary whip. "Stop!"Caroline cried. "I have to stop, I am getting so horny, I can't control myself. Let's have another drink."
"Pick out anything from the wine racks you fancy Roger" I said. He perused the racks while I watched his wife get back into her dress.
"Zip me up would you please Dracula." She said to me, as she stepped back into her dress, her back turned to me. Her scent was enticing; maybe it was just the moment. I took my time touching the small of her back with my left hand while I drew the zip slowly up, finally doing up the hook and eye clasp.
"I need to bite your neck" I said in a poor imitation of Dracula. As I pretended to bite her neck my lips accidentally brushed her neck. She shivered; her hands came round and grasped my hips, she gave a little moan. Roger is going to have a busy night I thought.
Roger came out with a couple of bottles of red. "I didn't know which to pick. Which one would you recommend?"
"Bring them both, they are both nice wines." I said.
We went back to the lounge.
"Can we sit outside? It's a lovely night Caroline said. "Besides I am really hot and I need to cool down." Her face was flushed.
"Are you err? You know" said Roger.
"Yes." she said "It's your fault, pretending to whip me. Do you think it would be possible to err, you know. I think Steve would be discrete"
"You know our rule". Besides how do you know Steve would?"
"I just know" she said.
"Will someone tell me what ""err, you know"", means?"
"Can I explain to Steve?" Caroline asked Roger.
"Oh heck, alright"
Caroline went on to explain. "You see the thing is Roger doesn't often have the drive or inclination to have sex, in fact if it happens once a year I would be lucky. I on the other hand have a very high sex drive, and it doesn't take much too turn me on. "We advertise on message boards and that sort of thing for a discrete partner for me. This way nobody knows our secret. The point is if I let you shag me, and I know you want to, can you keep it a secret?"
"Yes, I can" I said without hesitation.
"OK" she said. "Let's get on with it"
"Pay no attention to me" said Roger. I'll have another couple of drinks and watch the football on TV" settling into a lounge chair after switching on the TV.
"He really doesn't mind?" I asked.
"No, he's very pragmatic about it. He loves me and knows he can't give me what I want so he accepts my taking lovers knowing I love him back and would never leave him for another."
"But he's sat in my lounge chair in my house while I am going to have sex with his wife!"
"You could have me on the rug in front of the fire while he is in the room and he wouldn't pay any attention, especially if the football is on."
"I can't believe that"
"Really, and I'll prove it!"
She took me by the hand and led me to the rug in front of the fire, where she turned around and told me to unzip her. I did as I was told; again she stepped out of her dress and stood before me in just panties and bra. She bent and undid my belt and unfastened and unzipped my jeans, slipped my shorts down then took my cock and slipped it in her mouth. I immediately became rock hard.
I looked at Roger. He must have seen what was happening in his peripheral vision but he never looked or even flinched.
I put my hands on Caroline's head and pulled it down onto my cock, sliding it in and out deeper and deeper until she gagged and coughed. She wasn't to be deterred; she attacked my cock again taking a bit more before she gagged. The third attempt she took it deep into her mouth then pushed hard and swallowed the whole eight inches, paused for a moment, and then withdrawing and gasping for air.
I stepped out of my jeans and stripped off my tee shirt. I undid her bra and watched as her breasts sprang free. They didn't sag just shivered and swung as she moved. They were a beautifully rounded shape with conical shaped areola tipped with protruding large nipples. She stood up and I slipped down her lacy panties, showing a large area of thick dark pubic hair. I lay back on the rug and she lay on top of me full length, her legs on either side of my hips. Moving her hips in a sensuous slow motion, she was sliding her vagina along the length of my cock moaning softly as she did so. I couldn't help but steal a look over at Roger. I couldn't believe a man could appear so indifferent while his wife was being fucked in the same room.
I was feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Let's go to my bedroom." I suggested.
"OK." She said.
With that she walked over to Roger, leaned over and with her hand on his, kissed him on the cheek.
He patted her hand and said "See you in the morning. Enjoy. You too Steve! Make her happy. It makes me happy to see her satisfied."
We made our way to my bedroom and lay on the bed. The moment had passed and the urgency with it. I asked her how he can be in the same room and be apparently indifferent to what was going on.
"He does really see and hear what goes on, but pretends not to. It's to make both me and my lover to perform at utmost enjoyment. He sometimes watches but not very often. He is a bit of a voyeur from time to time and he says he likes to see me enjoy myself."
I wanted to ask so many more questions but she grabbed hold of my cock and said "No more questions until later. Now you have to service me."
