Strange Pleasures

We are visiting New York, staying in an upscale hotel. After a fun day of sightseeing, we come back to our suite. You tell me to take a long soak in the tub, and you'll have my clothes for the evening laid out on the bed. After a luxurious soak with rich lather and scented soaps, I come out and find an exquisite set of lingerie - black lace negligee, garter belt and stockings waiting. I put them on, do my hair and makeup, and nervously wait for you to return.

You come in, obviously having been to the bar. I can smell good bourbon. You run your eyes over me and say, "Yes, this will do nicely." You produce a set of leather cuffs from your pocket and slip them on my wrists.

You ask, "Do you trust me?"

I look at the cuffs circling my wrists, and then to your eyes. I say, "Yes."

"Good," you reply. "Now step over to the bed and raise your wrists."

You take the cuffs and snap their clips onto the bed post. I didn't notice the eye hook there earlier. Is it new? You step back and take in the scene. You caress my cheek, then move lower to brush my nipples. They are hard.

You tell me, "I didn't bring a blindfold; I want you fully aware of what's happening. I want to watch your eyes."

I'm puzzled, but still trust you. You walk over to the door and open it. A man enters. I've never seen him before. He's well dressed and good looking. He also smells like bourbon.

You explain, "We met yesterday at the bar. As we were talking, thoughts of watching him touching you kept flashing into my mind. So, one thing led to another, and I invited him to our room. You have the option of saying no, and the whole thing will be forgotten. But if you say yes, you will please me very much."

I bite my lip and consider the options before me. I look at the stranger. For some reason, it intrigues me. I feel excited. And a little afraid. I look into your eyes and see the expectation there. I shyly say, "Yes."

You smile, kiss me on the lips, and step back to the sofa on the other side of the room. You pour some bourbon in a heavy crystal glass, settle back and look to the man and give him a nod.

He smiles and moves toward me, loosening his tie. He assesses me from head to toe, licking his lips. He reaches out and brushes his fingers over my lips. He walks behind me and grabs a handful of hair. He breathes in its scent, still fragrant from the bath. He lets out a long breath of approval. Pushing the hair aside, he begins to kiss and bite my neck.

I feel my knees go weak for an instant. He reaches around and pinches one nipple, then another. He pulls the negligee aside and bares my breasts. It feels strange to be exposed for this stranger; I don't even know his name.

I look over to you and see you smiling. You casually swirl your glass and take a sip. I can't believe this. You are enjoying it. I don't know if I should enjoy it too, but the pleasures wash over me. He has his hands on my breasts and caresses and squeezes them. One hand moves lower, and he raises the negligee, and a faint gasp escapes his lips when he finds you left panties out of the outfit you selected. His fingers reach my labia. He chuckles when he realizes they are smooth and bare, having recently been waxed. He runs his hand over the smooth lips, cupping them. With one finger, he sinks into my sopping wet pussy. I'm embarrassed to be wet for this him, but also incredibly aroused. He touches my clit, and it sends out a current that goes into my core.

Your eyes meet my eyes, and they are dark and filled with desire. Knowing that you are pleased adds to my arousal.

I close my eyes for a minute and lay my head back on the stranger's shoulder. He pushes my legs apart so he can insert a finger. Then two. He pulls my leg up so that one foot is on the bed. He moves his other hand down to use both to spread my labia. I am wide open, and you have full view of his fingers rubbing my clit and finger fucking my pussy.

I lean back on him and give in to his ministrations. I'm wetter than I've ever been before. I feel the climax coming and can do nothing to stop it. The waves roll in, one after another. As it reaches its peak, I can't control my reactions and my moans give me away. Then at the peak, it's almost too much. I try not to allow it, but a scream starts to make it way out. He puts a hand over my mouth and nose to muffle the sounds. I can taste my juices on his fingers, and my tongue searches for more. There's no denying my enjoyment.

This stranger has made me cum. Or is it pleasing you that has done it? I'm very confused. I know I'm only doing it because you wanted it. Or is it because it is so wrong? You restrained me and let this stranger touch and use me. And you are enjoying watching it. As I come down from the orgasm, I shiver a little, wondering where this will go next. I look to you and see an outer calm, but a fire light in your eyes. I realize this is only the beginning.