"Mmmphhh," Alice mumbled through the dish towel covering her mouth. A stab of panic rushed through her, now a little worried about telling her husband Steve her fantasy.
The shuffling footsteps across the garage floor reached her ears, barely audible above the sounds of music and the party going on outside. Alice's eyes were covered as well, but she knew it wouldn't matter, the pitch black of the garage hid everything.
Flinching from a touch on her shoulder, she couldn't hold back a quiet yelp of shock. As the hand slid up her neck and a finger traced her cheek, Alice thought back fifteen minutes, before all this started.
( .)(. )
"What do you mean you don't have a bucket list for sex?" Steve looked at his wife of six years in shock. "Did you at least have one before and it's all filled up or something?"
Shaking her head, Alice paused while recalling old thoughts. "I never thought of it that way. But no I didn't, since I've done pretty much everything I wanted. The other stuff doesn't matter anymore and I like what we have together."
"That's kind of evasive, but OK then. So what was one thing on that list that you didn't do?"
"If we're being totally honest here, I think maybe my oldest fantasy was to be tied up and used. It started because there was this guy I had a crush on, but he was taken. I heard his girlfriend talking to some of her friends, and she relayed a story about game they had played where he pretended to kidnap her and use her for a sex slave. He tied her up on a chair in the basement, blindfolded, telling her that his crew of kidnappers would come down to ravage her.
"It was only him of course, and she said that he drove her crazy for hours. She sucked and fucked him, and he made her cum like a dozen times. Anyhow, back to my fantasy. I wanted to tie myself up in his chair and have him do that to me, giving me that pleasure. After some time, somehow ignoring the fact he would know I wasn't his girlfriend, I would wait for him to go upstairs, then let myself out before he found out who he had been doing. A few years later, I still wanted to do it but it morphed to where I would not have any idea who was fucking me, just a random guy doing me. Now it just seems silly, plus a bit scary, so I don't think about it any more."
"Damn baby, that is a nice one. I don't know about silly, it had the opposite effect on me. Why don't we make that one happen tonight?"
"Seriously Steve? With all these people around? You're crazy, we can't do that."
Steve picked up two dish towels from above the sink and pressed them into her hand.
"Why can't we do that? We can use the garage right now, because no one ever goes in there. Here, carry these towels and follow me. Don't make me throw you over my shoulder. That would be too obvious."
"Steve, there's too many..."
"Now slave, come on."
Sighing, Alice followed her husband outside. Although she said she didn't want to, the thought of actually doing this was starting to excite her. She could feel her body responding before they got to the back door.
"OK Steve, I guess I'll play along, but you're only getting a blowjob. There are way too many people here for any of my clothes to come off."
"We'll see. I'll just play it by ear."
Using his cellphone for a flashlight, Steve found the needed items on the shelves of tools, plus a low wheeled 'creeper' stool in front of the car, which he moved to the middle of the front bumper.
"Sit here prisoner. Good girl. Now stretch your arms out to the sides."
Using two lengths of rope he conveniently found on the work bench, he tied her wrists to the car's bumper. Folding up first towel, he looped it around her head to cover her eyes and ears, securing the back with a clamp, and the other towel went around her mouth. A stout bungee cord looped around her ankles, then it was latched to the stool she was on.
"Very nice view," Steve whispered to his wife as he knelt on one knee in front of her, "nice and quiet for now. What a lovely present all wrapped up. Don't worry my pretty little wench, once that gag comes off you still won't be able to talk. Now I need to decide which of my pirate crew gets to feed you first. You look so damn good though, a sneak peek for myself wouldn't hurt."
He could see Alice's hard nipples poking through her shirt, and he gave each one a quick pinch. Unbuttoning her shirt down past her bra, he pulled the shirt wide open to see what he could with the cellphone's light.
Interrupting his staring, Steve's phone rang, and he looked at the screen to see it was his brother Martin. Alice's shirt draped closed as Steve backed away, so he pushed it out of the way to cup one breast as he answered the call in a whisper.
"Hey dude, what's up?"
( .)(. )
Alice was having a hard time concentrating as one of her oldest sexual fantasies was starting to come true, and it was flooding her mind with sexual energy. She kept seeing the image of that guy she had a crush on so many years ago, then she pictured Steve, then both of them. She tried talking, but the towel gag let only mumbles out.
Alice pulled against the ropes but they didn't budge. That thing Steve was doing to her breast was intense, and she needed more. Her inability to move was more frustrating than she had imagined, and it was driving her crazy. As she shifted her body, Alice felt a lump on the seat. She realized it was the 'comfort' form molding where the user's crotch would rest, so she used it to her advantage, pressing her clit against it.
( .)(. )
At first, Steve thought it was funny to talk to his brother while he applied sweet torture to his wife, but the call instantly cleared that from his mind.
Martin got straight to the point. "Don't let Alice hear us talking, OK?"
"Not a problem. Why?"
"I overheard you two in the kitchen, and I think we can make a crazy deal."
"So you know what's happening right now?" Steve looked around to make sure they weren't visible to the outside, wondering just how much Martin knew, and if he was watching.
"Kind of. But this is too weird to say in person, so I had to call."
Steve stood up and whispered to his wife in his pirate voice, "I need to take this call. Don't go anywhere. Oh, and make sure whoever I send in here, that they get the blowjob of their life."
Turning to the radio he saw while finding the tools, he turned it on to cover the noise of his call. As he walked outside, Steve was enjoying the fact that he was messing with Alice just by walking away. The fact that she was so exposed made it even better.
"Spit it out then Martin. What's up?"
"Remember a few weeks ago when I was telling you that Maddy was turning into a freak in the bedroom?"
"Yes, but then you changed the subject pretty quick. You said that you had gone too far."
"Well then here's a little more of that story. She wants to involve other people. One time a woman, and one time a man."
"Holy shit dude, are you serious? What did you say?"
"I said that as long as we don't treat them as anything other than a breathing sex toy, we can try."
"You're a lucky man bro," Steve laughed, "I don't know how that will work out, but good luck. I'm happy for you, but why did you feel the need to tell me right now?"
"Hey, I can see you now. I'm sending Maddy out to you now so you know I'm serious."
"I'm so confused man. What the hell is going on?"
Steve heard Martin take a deep calming breath before starting. "You're my brother, so this makes things easier. Well, in a way I guess. The long story short is that we heard part of what you and Alice were talking about, so we came up with an idea super fast. For the others to involve, Maddy picked you and Alice."
"What do you mean she picked us?" Steve asked as Maddy reached him. She stood close, pulling down on his arm so she could hear her husband on the phone.
"If you're up to it, we can kind of trade," Martin continued, "I didn't think it would be this hard to say. Damn."
"Then I'll say it." Maddy told her husband. Looking into Steve's eyes, her lips brushing his cheek as she dropped the bomb. "Let's go into the garage. I want to see your wife suck my husband's cock. We both play with her body, and maybe I can be pinching her nipples when he cums in her mouth."
Almost dropping the phone, Steve looked at his sister-in-law, stunned speechless.
"That's half of it," Martin's voice came through the phone, "and for the next part, you give Alice some time to recover, then you go in and get your blowjob too, then untie her and be vague about whether you got one or two. She gets her 'unknown' guy fantasy checked off the list."
Before Steve could interject, Maddy grabbed his hand and squeezed it onto her breast. After a quick kiss on his lips that her husband could hear and see, she continued, "And the last step is that sometime in the next few days is your turn. You come into our house, you come into our bedroom, then you come into me. I suck your dick, you fuck me, and I swallow your cum. I want to get fucked by brothers. Both of your dicks inside me at the same time. And what's it cost you? Letting your brother fuck your wife's face. A fantasy she already told you she has."
