Nikki smiled.
Not a cute smile, or a "ha-ha" funny smile ... More of a wicked smile that was a portent for the hot but evil fun that was to follow.
She had just finished securing Robert, her husband of eight years, and the smile was directed at both Robert and her handiwork: he was firmly tied to the heavy chair, with ankles tied to the back legs of the chair, and arms tied behind him and to the rear. Robert was naked, and a red ball-gag firmly kept his mouth blocked. Because of the way he was tied, he was almost thrust-forward, completely spread open.
Robert's cock was caged — and had been now for a week, ever since the night that Nikki had suggested playing a week-long game of anticipation, with a promise of a very hot afternoon of "playing." Pre-cum seemed to drip off the tip of his cock, and Robert's entire body quivered. He was anticipating a very exciting and sexy time making love with Nikki — but he had no idea just how insanely incredible the afternoon would be.
Nikki said "You look like you're all ready for me to..." Her words were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell from above.
"Ah, looks like someone's at the door. Let me go see who it is: You just wait right here, lover..." smiled Nikki.
Robert was stunned.
Nikki was wearing a very short black skirt that revealed the full length of her beautiful legs. She was barefoot, wearing a sexy anklet that he had given her on their anniversary. Her cute toes and her elegant fingers sported a deep red nail polish that was sexily classic, and her dark hair flowed around her classically beautiful face. She was a year shy of 40, but looked ten years younger, and while Robert was almost six feet tall, she stood a petite 5'3" in those bare feet.
And... she was wearing a mesh-like see-through black-lace top that was almost sheer. The top must have been designed to be worn with some sort of shirt underneath. But Nikki was wearing it without any kind of shirt, and more to-the-point, without any bra as well. Her breasts were obviously visible through it, and the net effect is that she looked quite topless, but covered by a see-through veil.
Robert's mind raced: how could she answer the door dressed like that? He swallowed, though, and just told himself that no doubt she would just open the door part-way, and hide her body behind it. Still... he felt uneasy that someone might see the body that he so loved, in such a state of display.
Robert heard voices from above, and heard Nikki laugh. There seemed to be another voice, and then there seemed to be a third as well. And then... Robert heard the sounds of footsteps.
How could that be? Would Nikki really expose herself like that to strangers? And.... by the sounds of the footsteps, men?
Before Robert's mind could adjust to the possibility, he heard the sounds of people coming downstairs. The sounds were muffled but he thought he heard Nikki say something that ended in "....excited" (or was it "I'm excited"!?) and a deep male voice laugh.
Nikki entered the bedroom, and she was framed by the doorway, sexily-dressed of course exactly as she had been when she went up. And right behind her beautiful silhouette, with her breasts quite visible beneath the sheer top, were two men.
Two men?! Robert couldn't even come to grips with this — his mind was racing in a seemingly infinite number of directions, trying to find a "logical" explanation.
The two of them moved out from behind Nikki, and they also entered the bedroom. Robert was transfixed by the sight of Nikki, and the two men next to her. And then his gaze went back to Nikki's body, and even as he struggled to reconcile the sight of Nikki in such a sexy pose and dressed in such revealing clothes beside the two of them, his eyes went to her breasts and he saw that Nikki's nipples were rock-hard and obviously excited.
"This is Jason and Michael.... guys, this is my darling husband, Robert," said Nikki, as she motioned first to each of the two men, and then to Robert, tied in the chair.
Jason was slightly taller than Nikki, and had mocha-colored skin, dreadlocks to about his shoulders, and was obviously very fit and strong. A step behind, Michael was white and vaguely Italian-looking, with piercing dark eyes, and dark hair — and he was a good foot taller than Nikki, with very broad shoulders and a very muscular build. Michael radiated a kind of power and possibly just a bit of danger, without even trying.
"So Robert, what was I saying before I had to go upstairs? Ah.... ok, I remember.... you look like you're ready for me to start playing," said Nikki, as she smiled a very evil and naughty smirk.
Nikki walked past Robert, tied to the chair, naked, and gagged. She smiled at him, kissed him on the lips as she put her pale, small hand against his cheek.
Then, she opened her hand wide, and with fingers splayed, covers his face and dragged her hand over his nose and mouth in a very dominant, kinky gesture; and then she ran a red fingernail down his chest, over his left nipple, and down to his caged cock.
As she stroked the cage of the cock, careful not to touch the actual skin, she teased "Well, this cock isn't going to be doing much for me today, is it?"
Her words sent an electric bolt through Robert's body, and he strained at both the bonds holding him to the chair and the metal holding his cock in check — a cock unable to grow, unable to harden, unable to orgasm.
She moved over to where Jason and Michael were standing. Both of them were in the process of stripping, and their bodies certainly caught Nikki's attention.
Michael was naked already, and Nikki moved in front of him.
He was tall and broadly muscular and Robert saw that she had to stand on her bare, red-nail-polished tiptoes to reach his face. She did the same thing with Michael as she had done with Robert: she smiled at him, kissed him on the lips, and put her pale, small hand against his cheek, and then ran a red fingernail down his chest, over his left nipple, and down to his cock.
Except of course, Michael's cock wasn't caged.
In fact, it was rapidly growing and pointing straight out. Nikki dragged her red fingernail along the underside of his cock, and it hardened even more, and was now standing at attention. Many's cock was huge, thick, and looked incredibly imposing. As it quivered slightly with excitement, Nikki gasped.
Then, without saying a word, she let her gaze shift from Michael's cock to Robert — almost drawing an invisible line in the air as if pointing to Michael's cock. Nikki smiled an evil grin, and mouthed the single word "Wow" in Robert's direction. Robert's stomach did somersaults as he pictured Nikki underneath Michael's body, being impaled by his cock, and imagined the sounds she'd make.
She moved her attention back up to Michael's face, and once again kissed him — but this time, much more deeply, and everyone in the room could see that Nikki was accepting Michael's tongue into her mouth and leaning against his chiseled body and intensely broad shoulders with both palms against his chest, on his nipples.
Nikki moaned ever so slightly, closing her eyes, enjoying the kiss. Then, she broke away gently, and stepped back slightly, taking in the three men in the room, and saying aloud, as if to no one in particular "Now this cock.... this cock is going to feel amazingly good inside me."
And then she moved over to Jason, who had now also finished stripping. He stood there, with his mocha-colored skin and dreadlocks hanging to his shoulders, muscles nicely tensed, and standing just a few inches taller than Nikki.
She repeated the same actions, almost like they were a ritual.
Nikki did the same thing with Jason as she had done with Robert and then Michael: she smiled at him, kissed him on the lips, and put her pale, small hand against his cheek. This time, though, her lips lingered on Jason's and he moved his hands down to her sides and held her as the kiss lingered longer and longer.
Jason's lips were full and soft, and Nikki reveled in their feel against hers.
She closed her eyes and seemed to vibrate in Jason's hands. Her own hands held on to his bare shoulders, seemingly grasping his sleek muscles.
She moaned a bit, through the kiss, clearly enjoying it intensely, and shivered some more as if waves of electricity were playing up and down her petite, lithe body.
Then they broke their kiss, and Robert could see that her face was flushed. Nikki looked at Jason, and breathlessly said "Oh...my.... god.... You've got to have the most incredible lips I've ever kissed."
Nikki's hand then moved off of Jason's shoulder, and she ran a red fingernail down his chest, over his left nipple, and down to his cock.
Jason's cock was thick and rock hard already, although not as long as Michael's or as thick. And in some ways, this made Nikki's heartbeat quicken even more: it was the perfect size. She stroked its underside with her red fingernail, but then slowly sank down to her knees in front of Jason.
Nikki's silhouette against Jason's body was unbelievably sexy. The paler color of her bare legs and slight pinkish tones of the soles of her feet under the short black skirt seemed in sharp contrast to the muscled mocha skin of Jason. And the pose of Nikki, on her knees, in front of Jason, was intoxicating.
And as if this wasn't enough, Nikki then made Robert's mind explode.
She dipped forward toward's Jason's cock, and with a long and lascivious lick of her tongue, slowly tasted the length of it. As she did that, her eyes glanced first over to Robert, and her lips smirked — even as the played over the surface of Jason's cock. And then very deliberately, Nikki's gaze moved upwards and looked at Jason with desire in her eyes, and she slowly took his cock into her mouth as deep as she could.
