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My boyfriend knew how much I loved to be tied up and to look at him as though I were helpless and to think that he could do anything to me. We had discovered my submission by accident, but had it opened up our sex lives! In the past, I would never have done half the things we currently did. Maybe over time I will share some of those things. Personally, I think being tied has allowed me to relax and enjoy what he wanted to do. After all, I was a good girl and with him having all of the power I was free to try new things.
I'd been with Gary for five years. As in all relationships, things had settled down and become routine. Gary had always been supportive, a great listener, and nice to me. By no means was he a stud, or the best lover that I've ever had. But, we were building a great life together. Gary had short brown hair and stood around five feet, ten inches, which fitted me perfectly because I could still wear my tallest of pumps and not tower above him.
After work, Gary loved to wear jeans and T-shirts. One thing that made Gary different was that he never tried to change me. Most of the guys that I'd dated before loved to tone down my style of dress. Not that I dressed like a slut or anything, but my past boyfriends wanted my skirts longer and for me to wear padded bras. I wasn't allowed anything lacey, as they'd have gotten jealous if my nipples showed. Gary, on the other hand, made me feel like a queen and loved to "put me on display" and show me off as his.
We were very active and athletic, riding bikes on the weekend and watching what we ate. The only thing Gary would want different would be for me to have a C cup and not a B. One of our newest games was having Gary tie me up. Oh, I loved it! The total loss of control! I loved being under Gary's control and fully submitting to him. My senses were heightened as I felt him do things to me and how my body responded to his touch... Oh, I have enjoyed lots of orgasms in my life, but never had I felt anything that powerful!
One night while I was being tied up, hubby's friends came over. There I was, tied in a chair with my blouse in disarray. While still in my blouse, hubby pulled it over my head, putting my breasts on display (as he loved to say). My Victoria's Secret bra had a front closure, so he was able to show my breasts without removing my bra. Seemingly from nowhere, he had panties in his hand and placed them in my mouth. Sometimes he liked to blindfold me so that I was clue-less as to what he was going to do to me. That day, he wanted me to see. The arousal started to build as he owned me. Every now and then I enjoyed a little humiliation. Gary was a very loving man and I had never been in any abusive relationship. So I didn't mind when he said dirty things to me, or asked me to remove my panties while we are out. Oh, and I just loved it when he wanted me to flash.
Then one innocent night everything changed. I came home and was greeted by a masked man. I knew it was Gary because of his usual cologne. Gary tied me up and started to play his little power game. First, he removed my skirt. Then he tied my arms and legs to the chair and placed a pair of panties in my mouth. Oh, that dirty man. I loved it. Immediately, I noticed my scent.
The only protection my pussy had was the sheer, nude-colored pantyhose that I wore to work that day. My arms were tied, as were my legs, and I didn't wear panties to work under those pantyhose (but that is another story). After ten minutes of Gary's teasing, there was a knock at the door. He left me to answer it.
I heard him talking in a friendly tone and, oh! I was hoping it was Mike. I'd been creaming my panties for him. Gary knew that, because whenever Mike was around, Gary got laid. It did take Gary some time to understand that, but by last year, hubby finally picked up on it. Oh, I'd been dropping hints to the man, touching his powerful forearms while looking into his sexy eyes. Gary had started to enjoy dirty talk in bed and, on many nights, loved talking about Mike.
He walked in. Gary came into the room with Mike, and I took note that Gary had removed his mask. I screamed to the panties in my mouth. My husband became rock-hard as his friend looked at me. Talk about feeling sexy, my husband was showing me off to his friend... the same friend that I'd been masturbating over for years. Both Gary and Mike stared at me. How I loved them looking at my exposed body!
Mike pulled at his jeans to give himself more room. Seeing him do that just pushed me over the edge. This stud was aroused from seeing me. Then I came... oh god, did I cum! Seeing him just pushed me over the edge. Mike looked at my husband as I tried to regain whatever dignity I could find. Now I had something to worry about.
The wet spot between my legs! I had to see. How bad had I wet my hose? Could they notice my scent? Did I want them to? What would these guys do?
Mike looked at me and then hubby, saying, "I hope that I'm interrupting something."
My body was on fire as I had to wait for those studs. What would they do to me? How far would things go? Would that night be the night that I finally got to enjoy Mike?
Gary looked at me, "Sorry about that, Mike, we were about to start. Can I get you a beer?"
"Sure, that would be great." Gary left the room to get Mike his beer. Mike looked at me, at my body, and in a strong, confident voice, said, "I want to admire your sexy model." His eyes consumed every inch of my body. I could feel him touching me with those sexy green eyes of his. My body trembled with excitement, nothing hidden from this stud so that he could see all of me.
Gary returned, and handing Mike the beer, asked, "She's so sexy isn't she?"
"Oh, my god, yes."
"Go ahead and touch her, feel how soft her skin is." Gary looked into my eyes. I swear that he could see my fear and lust. I wanted this and hoped that he would not become jealous later. Gary had complete control over me and there was nothing that I could do. I was his and I wanted to also be Mike's. I'd never wanted two men before - and never two men at once.
Mike reached out and touched my face, and then my neck, whispering as if to himself, "So soft..."
"Yes, and see how she responds to your touch."
"Yeah, I like how her nipples are becoming thicker and her chest is red."
"Ya know, Mike, I think she likes it."
Mike looked down at my wet pussy and noticed how aroused I was. "Well, I love seeing her this way, finally being able to see her nude body." "You can do more than look," Gary said, as he grabbed Mike's wrist and placed his hand on my breast. Mike knew how to touch me and Gary backed off. "Don't you love her soft breasts, her hard nipples?"
Both men were standing around me, and I could see that their jeans had become rather tight. How long before I would get to see more? With my eyes streaming, I begged, "Take those damn sexy jeans off and show me what you have! I want to know what I'm about to get!" I had to know how bad these men wanted me.
I loved it, the lack of guilt and worry. Those studs could take me, use me, enjoy me, and give me a night of hard passion. What helped me feel comfortable was that Gary controlled it. It was Gary's idea. That gave me a great amount confidence.
Gary sat down across from me, removed his shoes and then unzipped his jeans. Mike followed his lead. What a view it was, watching those men undress, knowing that they'd soon enjoy my female treasures.
"Mike, go next to her. If you don't mind, I'm going to take some pictures."
"Of course," Mike said, as he moved over to me. What he hadn't known was that we had that room wired with a few movie cameras and I was sure that Gary was recording everything. Oh, Mike had that look, just like a kid in the candy store. I'm sure he was a little nervous, touching me, as he was not sure how Gary would react.
Mike touched my thigh. Electricity flowed though my body as his touch sent my mind into overdrive. I'd never had a man touch me like that, well, at least since I'd been married. And at that point, my husband was encouraging his friend not only to look at me but to touch me! I LOVED it. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I wanted to savor those feelings of having another man after being with just Gary. His hand moved teasingly over my body. Mike touched my stomach, then moved up to my neck, my chin, and finally my face. He had avoided my nipples and pussy. If he'd only known how badly I'd wanted him to touch me. God, how bad I'd wanted him in me. Every time his hands moved to my thighs I desperately tried to spread my legs for him. I wanted him in me! I wanted to feel him touch me. I needed his cock!
Gary moved behind him, taking pictures. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the flash. His friend was touching me; my body was overwhelming me with its cries for more attention, and my husband was capturing it all on film.
I could feel Mike moving closer. He kissed my chest and my neck. His lips felt like velvet against me. I needed more. He licked his way down to my chest and started to kiss all around my breasts. Silently, I begged him to take my nipple. The room was becoming a sauna and my body was the fire. I had to have this man taste my nipples. I wanted to feel him suck on me.
Gary walked around us, encouraging, "That's it Mike, that's so hot!"
Then he did it! Mike took my nipple. I felt his tongue touch me and he started to suck on me, his caress so soft, and yet, so manly. I offered no resistance, if only I could beg for him, but my restraints and the panties clenched between my teeth stopped me. I wanted to have him and then my husband.
"Hold it... pull on her nipple and let me get a few shots of that."
I had to look and see what was going on. Both men were nude, more importantly both men were hard. Gary was walking around, his cock bouncing as he snapped pictures. Mike was kneeling before me, touching me and sucking on my breasts. I could see his thick, stiff cock. Mike moved to get better access to my body. Oh, I could feel his cock touching my calf. I wanted that in me! I wanted for him to open me, stretch me, and just use my pussy.
Something pulled my head down to look at Mike as he nursed. If only I could run my fingers through his hair and pull him into me. If only I could pull this man into me, eat him alive.
Then Mike started to touch me, and most importantly, he finally touched my pussy.
