Play Time

A few weeks had passed since our adventure in the booth at the adult bookstore and we were still trying to figure out what it meant for us as a couple and where we would go from there. We kept our ‘play time’ nights at home instead of going out, but they were very hot as we talked and relived the things we had done with the strangers in the booth. Phil replayed watching me suck the cock of the man through the glory hole while the other unknown guy fucked my pussy relentlessly from behind until they both came in me. I couldn’t get over how thrilling it was to see Phil experiment with bisexual activity, and I told him what a turn on it was to see him sucking off another man’s cock and taking his other lover deep up his ass.

The thrill of the anonymous sex and been exhilarating. But, it also scared the hell out of both of us. As a nurse, I was very aware of the real-life dangers in such activity and I scheduled tests at a clinic in a nearby town for both of us. After a couple of stressful days of waiting for results, we were overjoyed that we hadn’t been passed any sexually transmitted diseases. We both made mental notes to ourselves for the future to keep a store of condoms around, just in case.

Life seemed to be returning to ‘normal’ for us. We spent a lot of time with our kids on school and recreation activities. It was also a period of a lot of extended family events, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. As the weeks passed the night in the booth seemed to become more of a fantasy than something we had actually done.

I was in the produce section of the local grocery store checking out a special on corn on the cob when I felt a tap on my arm. I turned and saw a young blonde woman next to me.

“Hi,” she said, “I saw you over here, so I thought I would come over and say hello.”

“Hi, how are you?” This was obviously one of those awkward moments when I ran into someone I should remember that I just couldn’t place. Phil called these moments ‘brain farts.’ As I looked at her face and clothing I became more sure that I really didn’t know her, however. She was probably ten years younger than me, so I likely wouldn’t have run into her at a social function or at school with the kids. She was slim and seemed athletic. “I’m sorry, I can’t seem to place where we’ve met,” I said, apologetically.

“Oh, well, we’ve never actually met. Well, I mean, you were the nurse in the intensive care unit at County General when my dad was there for recovery after his bypass. I guess I just wanted to thank you for everything. ”

“Well, you’re welcome,” I told her. I felt less awkward now, but I was still uncomfortable with the unsolicited praise. “Nursing is a calling for me, I guess. I really enjoy helping people and getting them healthy again. How’s your dad doing?”

“He’s fine. Still taking is easy, of course, but he is doing fine.” She didn’t appear to ready to move on down the aisle yet.

“Ok, well, it was nice to meet you,” I told her. I started to push my cart off.

“There’s one more thing,” she said, moving closer to me and lowering her voice. “I live in an apartment building in the next town. I don’t have laundry facilities in my building, so I have to do my laundry in a Laundromat nearby. I found something interesting there.”

I felt the hairs on my neck start to stand up. It must be the tape. Our tape of Phil and I having sex. The tape we made of me sucking Phil’s cock while sitting on his face. The video of me tipping his legs over so he could come in his own mouth. Me kissing his mouth and swirling his come on our tongues. Us fucking! My legs spread widely so the viewer could see everything. She had the tape and had identified me. We put it out there for someone to find, but I suddenly had a stone in my stomach. My feelings must have translated to my face. “Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh,’” she said quietly. “I found that tape of you and some guy. Your husband, boyfriend, whatever, doing all kinds of stuff. I watched it over and over again. I got pretty hot watching it. I showed it to some other people, too”

“Other people?” I asked, shakily. “So, what’s the deal? Why are you telling me this. We left the tape and you found it. Enjoy it.” My mind was working furiously, trying to figure out where she was taking this.

“Yeah, I showed it to some other people. My boyfriend’s seen it, and a couple of other people as well. They don’t know who you are, though. I think we need to talk about this a little more,” she said. She leaned even closer, “I want you to come over to my place to talk about this. When can you come?”

“I don’t know that I want to come over. What do we have to talk about? It’s just a tape we made for fun.” I didn’t like this at all.

“I think that you do want to come over. Otherwise that tape could be left somewhere else . . . Like the lunchroom at County General . . . “

“NO! You wouldn’t do that! I mean why,” I asked frantically, “why would you do that?”

“Just come over. We’ll talk about it. Look, tomorrow is Sunday. How about 11:00 a.m.? Is that convenient for you?” she asked. I found myself nodding and she handed me a slip of paper with her address on it. “My name is Susan. Your name is . . .?”

“Mary.” I just stood there and when I looked up she was gone. I was reeling with the realization that everything had just changed and I was in a very bad spot. Clearly, she was going to blackmail me into something, into doing something, probably sexual. I just walked off and left my cart of groceries in the aisle as I made my way to my car. As I drove home I was gripping the wheel.

When I got home I found Phil working at his bench in the garage and just exploded on him, babbling out the story of the encounter with the blonde Susan in the store, her implied threat, and how idiotic we had been to make a tape and leave it for someone to fine. Phil put his arms around me as I collapsed into him, sobbing.

“God, what am I going to do, Phil?”

“Well, you’re going to go find out what she wants. That’s all you can do.” After he calmed me down our house got busy with company coming over for a big dinner which got my mind focused on something else. I was really busy, having to innovate on the menu as I’d left everything at the store. I pulled a bunch of stuff out of the freezer and pulled it off in my usual style.

Bedtime finally came and Phil snuggled up to me from behind, put his arms around me and whispered in my ear. “You still thinking about tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” I answered.” I mean, what if she wants me to . . . do things? I don’t know what to think, Phil. What does it mean to us? You’re on the tape, too, you know.”

“I’ve been thinking about that. Honestly, it kind of turns me on.” I realized I was feeling his hardening cock pressing into the naked cheeks of my ass. I flipped over quickly to face him. “WHAT?”

“Think about it,” he said quietly, calming me. “Maybe all she wants is to play around a little. It wouldn’t be the first time you were with a woman.” He nudged my ribs and moved his fingers up and tweaked my hardening nipple. I was conscious of my pussy moistening from his touch.

“That was one time. And it was college. And Beth and I were both drunk and embarrassed afterward. Well, it was two times; we did it again in the morning after we woke up. But that was different than this, Phil! What is she doing, blackmailing me? Us?”

“Think about it, is all I’m saying. How rough can she be on you. You’ll end up knowing her, too, and you can just call the cops if she gets too weird. Sure, it would be embarrassing – “

“Shit, Phil, embarrassing? It would end my career, or at least my job at County General. Probably your job, too. What about the kids, for Christ’s sake?”

He rolled me on my back and moved on top of me, my legs parting to accommodate his weight. He reached down and easily slid into my slickening pussy. Why was I wet? I was terrified about where this was going!

“Think about it,” Phil whispered into my ear as he slowly pumped his length in and out of me. “Doesn’t the idea of being coerced into doing something kind of a turn on? Something sexual? We’ve fantasized about the sex slave thing . . .”

“Yeah, I guess the fantasy it one thing but this is the real deal . . . God, just fuck me, Phil,” I said breathlessly. He picked up the pace, stroking his cock in and out of me, pulling out until just the tip was at my opening and then riding into me in a smooth stroke until I could feel his balls flop onto my ass cheeks. I was soaking, flooding around his cock. Did the idea of being blackmailed into something by Susan really, subconsciously turn me on? I focused on the cock sliding in and out of me and felt myself starting to approach an orgasm. We both seemed to be on the same wavelength, and as I felt a series of spasms start deep in my pussy and work out, shaking my whole body, I felt Phil tense and then buck into me as he filled me with four healthy blasts of his semen. I fell into a fitful sleep, thinking and dreaming about the next day and meeting Susan.

The morning passed quickly. There was the normal routine of getting Phil and the kids out the door. They were taking the boat out to the lake and that meant packing lunches and drinks, and making sure they had all of the clothes and coats they needed. Phil gave me an encouraging hug and a kiss and told me he would get home as soon as he could to hear about what happened with Susan.

I couldn’t figure out what to wear to meet my blackmailer. I settled on a casual dress, sans stockings as my legs were tanned, and some sandals. I put on some nice lingerie, almost sure that I would be on display for Susan, and maybe someone else. As I was getting dressed I realized my pussy was soaked. Phil was right! I was very turned on by this situation, at least as much as I was revolted by it. I stripped my clothes off and lay on my bed, spreading my legs. I pulled out a small dildo and a vibrator from my bedside drawer and quickly got myself off with a noisy orgasm.

I was focusing on the probably that Susan would want be to do something to her. The dildo got me thinking about having a cock in me, one belonging to someone I didn’t know, that I would be forced to satisfy. Maybe her boyfriend or one of the people she showed our sex tape to.

After coming, I dried the lubrication from my pussy and got dressed. I locked up and drove from out house, looking back at it in the mirror and thinking about how my perspective would change and what things I would have done by the time I returned.

Susan’s building was easy to find in the next town, close the the Laundromat where we had left the tape for her to find. I caught the elevator to her floor and found her apartment. Shortly after ringing the bell she answered the door wearing some gray sweats. I could see past her into a hall leading into the apartment.

“Hey, Mary, I’m glad you could make it. Come in.” I got the impression she was saying this for the benefit of anyone listening in the hallway. After closing the door her tone changed. “It was smart of you to come. It will be easier is you just follow my instructions.”

“Now wait a minute, Susan-“ I started.

“No. This is how it’s going to be. I hold your job and your reputation in my hands. You’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do. And if the tape is any indication, you’ll love it anyway,” she said with a laugh. “Let’s go into the living room.”

I followed her, resigned that she had me. A man was seated on the couch. “This is my boyfriend, Peter. Peter this is Mary. She is our new toy. How do you like her?” Peter stood up without saying anything, walked over to me and started kissing me deeply on the mouth. I gave out a muffled objection through the kiss, but gave in to him as he probed my mouth with his tongue. I felt his hands reach around me, searching for the zipper to my dress. He slowly zipped it down and allowed my dress to drop to the floor.

“Um, nice lingerie,” Peter said, admiringly. “Honey,” he said to Susan, “How come you never buy this kind of stuff?”

Susan came up behind me and undid the hooks, releasing my breasts into Peter’s hands. “Oh, it seems like a waste of money to buy something that doesn’t stay on very long anyway. It does look nice on you, though, Mary.”

“Um, thanks. I guess. So, what are we doing?” I asked. Mary suddenly wrapped her arms around me and brought her lips to my mouth. Before I knew what she was doing, she was probing my mouth deeply with her tongue. And I was kissing her back. She broke the kiss and moved down to my breast, briefly taking each of my hardened nipples into her mouth.

”Well, we are going to fuck you, Mary,” Susan said, with a whisper. “Peter’s going to fuck you, I’m going to use you and I’m going to have some friends over, too, in a little while. You are our toy. The rule is this: you do what we say, and you get to keep your private life private. Any refusals, and copies of that tape get left all over the hospital. Got it?”

“Yes,” I said quietly. She brushed her lips to mine.

“Good. Let’s go into the bedroom. You’ll be spending the rest of the day in there today.”

We walked in and Susan slid my panties down when we stopped inside the door. Peter pulled me onto the bed and began kissing me again. He ran his hands over my body, down from my neck, over my breasts, across my stomach and stopping at my trimmed bush.

“Spread your legs, Mary. Wide open.” He said. As I did, he rolled off of the bed and picked up a digital camera off of the dresser.

“We need some more photos of you, Mary. Pull your pussy lips apart.”

“But, wait . . .” I started. The last thing I needed was more photographic evidence of me floating around.

“Mary. Pull your pussy lips apart,” Peter said, firmly. I complied. I was soaking, my pussy literally running with moisture, and I hated myself for it, for giving in when I should have been furious with Susan and Peter. I saw Susan stripping in the corner of the bedroom revealing a well-toned body with smallish breasts under her blonde head of hair. The room erupted in flashes at ten-second intervals for the next few minutes. “Reach over to the night stand drawer and take out the dildo in there. It doesn’t look like you need any lube. Slide it in,” Peter instructed as he worked the camera. I felt myself getting over the anger and shame of the situation and becoming more turned on. After a few minutes I started pounding my cunt with the six-inch dildo without being told by Peter. “Nice job, Mary. Just a few more. You are popular with our friends. They love your video.”

“I’ll take over on that,” said Susan as she climbed onto the bed. She grasped the based of the dildo and started pumping it in and out of me at a faster rate of speed. After looking me in the eye for a moment, she dropped her face down to my pussy and started rhythmically nibbling my clit. I started to approach my orgasm quickly. Peter put the camera back on the dresser and stripped, revealing a healthy bush of pubic hair and a thick, circumcised cock, a little shorter than my husband Phil’s. As Susan worked on my clit while pushing the dildo in and out of me in a steady motion, Peter climbed on the bed and offered his hardening cock to my mouth. I licked the little drop of pre-cum from the tip, and then took him in deeply, enjoying the sensation as he hardened more completely as I bathed him with my tongue. Thanks so Susan’s efforts, I came hard, taking my mouth off of Peter to moan as the spasms wracked my body.

They switched places quickly as I was lost in my orgasm. Phil pulled the dildo out of my pussy and replaced it with his cock. He rubbed the head around my vaginal lips, and the slowly pushed it in until he bottomed out, the base of his cock making contact with my still-twitching clit. He was shorter than Phil, but seemed a lot thicker. I realized he hadn’t paused to put a condom on which meant another stranger, a person whose history I didn’t know, was going to be coming in me shortly. The danger of that seemed to turn me on even more, and my pussy began flooding around Peter’s cock, getting reading for his fucking.

While Peter was sliding into me, Susan leaned down and gave me a very sweet series of kisses on the face, and then began deep kissing me on the mouth. I remember from kissing Beth in college those women really are better kissers. More feeling and from the soul or something. Susan broke off the kiss and spoke to me quietly.

“So, how do you like this being told to fuck someone you don’t know? Huh? You slut, does it turn you on? Get ready to eat my pussy!” she said with a hint of meanness. The sense of power in the situation was getting to her. With that she slid up, hiked a leg over my face and lowered herself onto my face. Her pussy was shaved around her lips except for a small dark blonde patch on her mound. I sunk my tongue between her folds and found she was flowing. Her lubrication was thick and heavy and tasted almost sweet. She was obviously very turned on by my submission to her. I ran my tongue past her inner lips and into her vagina where the taste was a little saltier. I circled her opening several times causing her to moan and squirm on my face.

About this time Peter started really going at me, fucking his cock in and out of me forcefully. I let out a moan between the breaths that were forced out of me each time Peter’s cock entered me. I moved my tongue from Susan’s flowing vagina up to her clit and started licking up and down the length of her nub in the systematic rhythm I knew would allow her to concentrate more easily and come quickly.

I felt Peter speed up as he approached his orgasm. His movement in and out of my pussy became more frantic and suddenly he froze for a moment and then sunk his length into me one last time as I felt him pulsing, sending shot after shot of semen deep into me. I had a mini-orgasm with him as I continued to focus on bringing Susan off.

“Yeah, I felt you come, Mary,” She said. “This is turning you on, too, being our toy. Doing what we tell you. Being forced. Isn’t it?” Not waiting for an answer from me I felt her stiffen and start shaking as her orgasm started. She forced herself down on my face, searching for more pressure as her pleasure rose, and I felt like I was going to be suffocated my her sweet-tasking pussy. Susan started to ease up as her orgasm subsided and she fell off of me, lying next to me on the bed. She moved up and started kissing me deeply on the mouth again.

We lay like that for a few minutes, getting ourselves together. The weirdness of my situation suddenly struck me; I was lying on a bed, naked, with two people I didn’t know after just having had sex with them. I would have almost laughed it I hadn’t remembered I was there because they had threatened me. My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the apartment doorbell.

“Right on time,” Peter said. He and Susan both got up and put on some robes as the left the bedroom. “You stay here,” Susan told me, shutting the door as she left.

Short time later the bedroom door opened and Susan walked in, followed by a pimply-faced young man wearing a red and blue uniform and hat. “Mary, we ordered a pizza to be delivered, but we realized we don’t have any money. This nice young man agreed that he wouldn’t charge us if you fucked him. I told him you would be more than happy to.” She walked up to me and whispered in my ear, "Remember, Mary, you have to do everything we say. With whoever." She turned and closed the door behind her, leaving the young man standing there and me speechless.

“So, do I take my clothes off, or what,” he asked. I just nodded at him. I knew that this was a test and that if I didn’t let this kid have sex with me Susan and Peter would distribute the tape. He quickly stripped, revealing a gangly frame with no hair on his chest. His cock got my attention, long and skinny, with a long set of balls hanging below it. “Will you suck me first?” He asked. I just got on my knees and approached him where he was standing beside the bed.