"I've...oh God, I feel bad about admitting this..."
"Go on -- it's only a laugh."
"Well, OK...but promise you won't tell anyone. Especially Chris."
And so began the most amazing adventure...
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My wife, Jane and I are friends with a couple -- Chris and Lucy. Jane went to school with Lucy and -- how can I put this? Lucy and Chris...they are of a religious persuasion. Straight. Dull, even. Lovely people, but let's just say not exactly party people.
Having recently moved, we invited them to stay for the weekend. As well as catching up with them, it gave us an excuse to show off the new house -- and my pride and joy -- its loft room which had become my den. Complete with sofa bed, desk and computer, I had big plans for this room -- but little did I realise what would happen in there within the first couple of weeks!
As I said, Chris and Lucy aren't exactly renowned party people, so I was pleasantly surprised when not only did they have a glass of wine, but they seemed to be on a mission to keep up with Jane and I. Before we knew it, we had demolished 5 bottles between us and Chris was sound asleep in his chair. Between us, Jane, Lucy and I managed to get him to the guest room and on to the bed. As Lucy began to pull the trousers off her sozzled husband, Jane began to make her excuses to leave but Lucy just laughed.
"Ha! Not much to see there anyway Jane! I wouldn't worry about it."
Lucy pulled off his jeans, leaving a totally collapsed Chris spark out in his boxers. I glanced at Jane and caught her eyeing up his crotch. I smiled and made a mental note to mention that later...Anyway, we returned to the lounge where we cracked open another bottle of wine. Soon enough, Lucy returned to her theme.
"I love Chris so much and don't get me wrong, I love the church too. It's a great community, everyone looks out for you. But I get bored. I love having a drink, this is the first time I've seen Chris drunk for ages. And as for sex..."
I looked over at my wife. I could see by the look on her face that she wasn't going to let that one go.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he's so unadventurous. It's not like I want to be ravaged every night and swing from the chandeliers...but...it's just...well, he won't experiment.." Now I was shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear any more...but Jane was on a roll.
"What do you mean?" She said. Again.
"The other night I asked him to do something, he went mental. Called me immoral and all sorts."
"What did you ask him to do?!" Jane leaned forward, grabbing her wine.
"No. I can't!" said Lucy, looking at me.
"Oh come on!" said Jane. "We're all friends here. Andy won't say anything, will you?" Jane looked at me shaking her head.
I shook my head.
"I've...oh God, I feel bad admitting this..."
"Go on, it's only a laugh"
"Well, OK. But promise you won't tell ANYONE. Especially Chris!"
"Of course!"
Lucy took a big swig of her wine, a deep breath and then exhaled.
"I asked him to spank me."
I nearly choked on my wine. Jane was less subtle.
"Christ, is that it?? Andy does that to me all the time, don't you love?"
My turn to be embarrassed now.
"Um...yeah..." I mumbled.
"Really?!" said a stunned Lucy
"It's no big deal." God, I loved her. "I reckon loads of people do it."
"Not me," said Lucy. "Not ever."
"Ah, bless" said Jane. "If you're nice to him, I'm sure Andy will do it to you."
Lucy giggled and blushed. I began to shift even more uncomfortably in my seat. Not so much because I was embarrassed, but because I could feel my cock beginning to stir under the strategically placed cushion on my lap.
"So what do you do?" Lucy looked straight at me, stroking the neck of her glass in a rather obvious way.
"Well," I said, "I normally get Jane to bend over and I give her a couple of slaps on the arse."
"Oh come on Andy" interrupted Jane. "You love it when I call you master and you call me a slut. You make it sound quite dull."
Jane turned to Lucy and proceed to talk her through what we get up to. Now I was shifting uncomfortably due to a rock hard cock AND embarrassment.
"We don't do it all the time, but I fucking love it when we do. He makes me feel humiliated, but really horny at the same time, don't you love? I just give myself to him and he does what he wants with me. We have a safe word, just in case I need him to stop, but other than that, he just goes for it. "
"What does he do?" asked Lucy. I was starting to feel a little left out here.
"Well he makes me strip and then stand in front of him totally naked. He makes me say stuff, like you know, stuff I've done, stuff I'd like to do -- fantasies I guess. Then he spanks me or sometimes whips me, calls me his slut, his whore and then gives me the fucking of my life."
"I wish Chris would do that." Lucy said, wistfully.
"Well I'm sure Andy would be more than happy to step into the breach wouldn't you?" Jane flashed me one of her wicked grins. She was horny, no doubt about it.
Lucy blushed. But then she gave me the filthiest look which took me by complete surprise. "Oh god, yes please!" she said.
Even Jane seemed taken aback -- for a second, anyway.
"Fuck. I mean, yeah. Andy take her up to the loft and punish her. Me too whilst you're at it."
I laughed and then realised that not only were they both deadly serious, but they were both horny as fuck too. Well, what would you do?
"OK then. Jane, take Lucy up to the loft room. Remove her clothes and then remove yours.
"Yes master"
"Good girl"
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