The view from the patio was spectacular. Looking down at the city lights from this spacious hilltop home, I was lost in thought reviewing the evening's events. Meeting the other 5 couples over a seafood dinner catered by a well-known local chef was very exotic. And the hosts...Jack and Susan, we so gracious and fun to be around. My husband Brandon and I liked them immediately.
The other couples seemed friendly and open but there has not yet been enough opportunity to really meet them. "However, that will soon change," I found myself saying aloud.
Jack's deep voice calling his guests to come into the living room interrupted my thinking. Walking slowing towards the group, I noticed that the fireplace was lit and the lights turned down. In the middle was a low, five foot diameter, slightly padded table supported by a sturdy square pedestal. It was surrounded by 6 small, two-seater, low-back sofas. Seeing Jack wave me over, I went to the sofa he was sitting on. Looking up, Jack patted the seat cushion and said, "Robin, sit here beside me and your husband Brandon can be with my wife across from us."
Raising his voice, Jack said, "that goes for the rest of you as well. Since we all are newly acquainted, please sit beside someone other than your spouse and introduce yourself. Make sure you sit beside someone of the opposite sex. "
After we got settled, Susan had us play a few parlor games to get us relaxed and smiling. She then excused herself for a few minutes and appeared with coffee and after-dinner treats. She placed them on the round table and then easily rotated padded top to each guest so they could help themselves without getting up. "Don't worry about spilling anything on this table," added Susan, "the padded top has a special scotch-guarded material that almost repels stains. All I need is a damp sponge and dry cloth to clean things up."
"So, " Jack said, turning to me. "I understand that tonight is a special night for you," Caught by surprise at the suddenness of his statement, my face slightly reddened and I shyly mumbled , "matter of fact it is."
"Robin," Jack elaborated, while transferring his gaze to Brandon and other couples seated around the table, "has a fantasy that she wants to fulfill and she thinks this is the perfect setting."
"Go ahead, Robin, tell us about this fantasy."
Hearing these words, my face now turned a bright crimson and I was tongue-tied.
Sensing my embarrassment, Jack quickly interceded and began to speak for me. "Robin has this recurring fantasy of being nude in front of strangers." "Is this correct Robin?" I nodded in agreement.
"She also has given me a list of things that she would like to do in front of strangers. Should I read them aloud?" He asked, turning to me. I shook my head violently from side to side.
"OK, no need to read them as we all will soon see for ourselves."
Hearing this, I mentally went through this list and felt my body becoming aroused. My nipples were hardening, I was beginning to feel very warm and moist between my legs.
Jack was well aware of my arousal and quietly asked everyone to look at my large breasts and see my nipples protruding under my blue silk blouse. Although I wished that I had worn a bra to hide my increasing excitement, I was enjoying the attention and how it fueled my sexual tension.
Reaching his right hand over my blouse, Jack skillfully undid the top two buttons to reveal my ample cleavage. Sitting back, he exclaimed his appreciation. "Robin, I must say, they look fabulous. Please continue and undo the remaining buttons."
Jack's compliment and the nods of approval from the remaining members of the group...except Brandon of course....gave me the courage I needed to do as Jack requested. As the last button came undone, the blouse hung loosely on my chest revealing almost everything. I felt humiliated, yet eager to continue.
"Well", Jack said, "To celebrate this step forward, I have a present for you."
Reaching into his jacket pocket, Jack brought out a slim leather necklace and two bracelets. All had a series of half inch metal rings attached to them. Handing them to me he said "Please put these on."
The black leather was so soft I was sure it must be Italian. Each metal ring contained etched lines arranged in pleasing geometric patterns. The bracelets snapped on easily. However, the necklace was more difficult to attach and as I raised my arms to complete this task my breasts pushed boldly forward for all to view.
Seeing I was done, Jack then said "Oh, I forgot. I also have some ankle bracelets for you as well." He then handed me two similar bracelets that I proceeded to put around my ankles. Of course my breasts fell forward as I bent over to attach the bracelets, giving everyone another good look. I lingered a bit longer than necessary as this gave me a sexual rush causing me to squirm in my seat.
As I straightened up and tugged my blouse together, Jack brought out a small metal clip and put it on one of the rings at the back of the collar I was wearing on my neck. Getting up from the sofa, Jack moved behind me and placed both of his large hands on my shoulders. "Well, Robin, he stated, "so far we have only caught glimpses of what you have to offer. I for one want to see it all. Please take off your blouse.
Thinking about baring my breasts in front of people I hardly knew was a real turn on and now it was going to happen for real. But, I still felt shy and hesitant. Slowly I slipped my right arm out of my blouse and then my left. Now the blouse hung over my shoulders and my crossed arms covered my modesty.
With a gentle tug on the collar of my blouse, Jack was able to lift it off my body and over his arm. "That's better," he remarked. Now, unfold your arms and raise them high in the air he commanded."
I slowly complied with his order and eventually both arms were high in the air with my breasts in full view. Just as I was to bring my arms down, thinking that this part of my fantasy was fulfilled, Jack gently moved my right wrist behind my neck and connected one of its rings to the snap at the back of my neck collar. Quickly, he did the same with my left wrist. Now, with both hands secured behind my neck, there was no way to shelter my breasts from the stares of Jack's guests.
"Now," Jack said softly as he moved his mouth closer to my neck, "we are going to have some real fun." His gentle kisses to my neck and ears caused a flood of sex juices to run from between my legs, soaking my panties and making me short of breath. Moaning slightly, I moved my head, encouraging Jack to explore further.
Abruptly he stopped, stood up and looked over at Brandon. Brandon, he said, "your wife looks absolutely stunning does she not? " Brandon nodded his head in agreement. "Breasts like those are rare as hen's teeth, am I correct?" Brandon again nodded. "Yes sir, rare as hen's teeth," he repeated.
Coming behind me again, Jack continued "Just like a famous painting, these breasts need to be put on display so that all can see and enjoy." Hearing this Brandon become still, "Yep, it's time that other men besides yourself get an opportunity to admire and play with these tits".
My body instinctively tensed hearing Jack talk about "tits". This was vulgar language I was not accustomed to -- yet, a small blush was spreading across my body and it was becoming evident to everyone present that my body was aching for release.
Just then, Jack leaned over and rubbed his hands over my exposed tits. He took his time exploring them and twisting my nipples to see how far they would stretch. By this time, my hips were wiggling causing my skirt to ride up my leg. When Jack took his hands from my tits, the crotch of my drenched panties and bulging pussy, could be seen by everyone who cared to look -- and they all did. Brandon was getting very uneasy about how this was turning out and was just about to object to my treatment when Jack said, "Robin, please stand up for a second walk behind the sofa."
Keeping my gaze on Brandon, I stood up and did what Jack requested. "Brandon," Jack said, 'look at where Robin was sitting and what do you see." Brandon replied, "It looks like she left a big wet spot."
"Yep, that's what it is for sure, "said Jack, "and it's all my fault because I was the one playing with your wife."
"Now it only seems fair," Jack continued, "that you get equal treatment."
My ears perked up at this. What is he going to do with my husband?
"Robin, since you're soaking wet," Jack reasoned aloud, "it's only fair that Brandon's underwear gets moist as well". Susan, "please play the perfect hostess and rub Brandon's cock for him. Don't bother to put your hands in his pants, just rub him lightly on the outside."
"Do you mind Robin?"
Mind, I chuckled to myself. This is going to be real interesting. "Of course not," I replied straight-faced.
"Brandon," Jack asked, "is that OK with you?" Taken completely by surprise, Brandon meekly mumbled "OK" and sat back in the sofa.
No sooner had Susan started to lightly stroke him between his legs than Brandon let out a muffled gasp, stiffened his body and then slumped in the sofa. Astonished at what just happened, Susan looked around and said "That was quick. I had never seen anyone cum that quickly before."
Robin", Susan asked, "is Brandon always like this?"
Blushing, I said, "Yes. It's big problem. Only once or twice in the past year and a half has he ever been able to be inside me, and that was for a few moments."
"Incredible," Jack remarked, "but understandable as you are very, very sexy. Ladies and gentlemen," Jack said looking around the group,"do you agree?" Immediately, a chorus of "yes, most certainly, definitely," were uttered.
"So in what ways does Brandon satisfy you?" Susan asked.
