Tie Me Up 7

"Senhor Fairbanks, senhor de Oliveira, your presence is requested downstairs."

The waiter who addressed them was dressed in a black suit with a smooth clean-shaven bald head and an air of authority about him.

Nigel and Vini had arrived 10 minutes earlier at Loriana's mansion in Leblon for a. Maria and Fernanda didn't seem to be at the party yet even though they had been adamant about their two men being there on time at 8 pm and no later. They were probably still shopping somewhere in Ipanema and had lost track of time, Nigel thought to himself.

"Please follow me," said the waiter in front of them, politely reiterating his request. He seemed more senior than the other staff at the party and looked like the kind of valet who would be tasked with special projects for the master and mistress of the house.

"You can leave your drinks up here," he said, motioning to the two bourbon and sodas that Vini had ordered for them at the poolside bar.

Nigel and Vini looked at each other as if they were waiting for the other person to decide on whether to follow along to go down the stairs, both unsure what this detour to their evening would bring about.

"Listen buddy, we just got here and we are waiting for our wives while we enjoy a few cocktails," Vini began, signaling he wasn't going to take orders from some servant.

Nigel thought about how his friend somehow refused to acknowledge that Maria and him were not married. Maybe it was just such a foreign concept in his conservative Catholic mind that you could live together outside of holy matrimony. Even though being a Catholic had never stopped Vini from his pastime of whoring and boozing.

"Your company is very much requested downstairs," the waiter repeated, changing his tone from courteous to somewhat assertive.

"What are we supposed to do down there? Whose request is this anyway." Vini was getting irritated.

Nigel remembered how Maria and Fernanda had seemed very giddy about the evening, imploring the men to be on time, to dress nicely, and so on. Clearly something had been planned for the evening here in Loriana's house.

Vini was wearing a tailored blazer in a tan color, a white linen shirt, off-white cotton stretch trousers and black Gucci loafers with the signature horsebit detail across the top front of the foot. No socks as far as Nigel could tell. He had opted for his always safe uniform of a dark blue suit and one of his white Italian dress shirts. He had spiced it up with a pair of blue Dior sneakers.

"I will take you to the dungeon. Please be kind and follow me." He was insisting now.

"What is this dungeon business?" Vini continued his resistance to follow the waiter's orders. "I'm not into any of that sadomasochistic crap that Loriana loves. If this is her idea, tell her we are not interested." He then switched to Portuguese. Nigel couldn't quite follow but Loriana's name was mentioned again. The man in the black suit responded using what Nigel assumed was Loriana's last name when he referred to Senhora Sousa.

Nigel looked around to see if he could find Maria and Fernanda, but to no avail. He surveyed the crowd of attractive looking guests, couples sipping drinks talking to each other in groups or dancing. People here looked affluent and well kept. He thought about how they all seemed to know each other, veterans of Loriana's legendary house parties.

Nigel turned back to Vini who was arguing with the waiter in Portuguese. It was getting old and why not just follow along to see what was up.

"Vini, let's go with the gentleman here, it could be something fun. The night is young and we can just come back up here later. Besides, our dates are not yet here."

"OK, if you say so my friend, but don't blame me if you get your little boy bottom spanked in this dungeon," Vini said with irritation in his voice.

"Thank you, I assure you it will be worth your time," said the waiter as he gave Nigel a grateful look.

The memories from his first visit to this house a month ago reentered Nigel's mind as they followed the waiter across the grand entertainment space to the staircase leading up to the couple's room. The encounter with Marc Anthony and Claudia after being introduced to them by Loriana. Marco's frivolous courtship to Maria on the dance floor which had quickly brought them together on the two big beds. It actually put him in a good mood and he was suddenly hoping to spot Dia among the guests filling the house.

This time they used the same staircase to go down one level to the underground basement. A hallway opened up in front of them with a heavy iron door at the end. Their waiter opened it and beckoned them to enter a large low-lit space.

Nigel followed Vini into the darkened room, which was only lit up by red LED lights above a large circular podium-like bed in the middle. Soft bossa nova music was playing from speakers above the bed. He could see two women on it and as the waiter led him closer he realized it was Maria and Fernanda.

The two women were half naked and oblivious to the presence of their partners who were standing outside the circle of dimmed red light.

Vini gave Nigel a knowing glance and whispered: "I knew it, buddy! They've been cheating on us with each other."

Nigel was astounded by the scene in front of him. It was as if Helmuth Newton had decided to reenact Manet's famous painting of the nude Olympia and her black maid in one of his provocative photo shoots. It was beautiful and romantic, and yet highly erotic and arousing at the same time.

The darker skin of Fernanda contrasted with Maria's lighter color under the red light. They had both stripped down to just their panties and high heels. Maria was wearing the black point-toe Christian Louboutins with the red-lacquered soles that she had packed just a few days ago "in case they got lucky," as she had said to Nigel.

Nigel thought he now understood what she meant when she had used the plural they, as in this was the overture to some wild foursome that Maria had orchestrated. She was wearing a black G-string that disappeared into crack between her butt cheeks as she was sitting on all fours in front of Fernanda, teasing her friend's brown medium sized breasts with her tongue.

Fernanda, in white pumps and a white mini G-string, was sitting on her heels with the knees toward Maria and her head tilted back in delirious joy. The sound of Maria's kissing and sucking the dark woman's erect nipples as she enveloped them with her mouth supplemented the slow bossa nova music, which was playing from the speakers above the round the bed.

"Holy shit my friend," Vini half whispered as he beg. "I might fuck both of them tonight." He glanced at Nigel to see if there was a reaction before he quickly added: "I mean you wouldn't mind, would you?"

Nigel chose not to answer, unsure how he felt about this latest Rio advance toward his girlfriend or whatever she was at this stage in their new lifestyle. It seemed like every man in this city wanted to make love to Maria.

Vini did not seem too concerned with proper decorum when it came to how they would share the women as he was clearly beginning to form his own vision of how the night should unfold. He had unzipped his pants and started to manipulate his cock into an erection as he was getting ready to join Maria and Fernanda, who still seemed unaware of the two men watching them from the dark side of the room.

The obscene staging of the women in the middle of this red room of pleasure combined with their black and white color coordination told Nigel this wasn't some impromptu love-making session that Vini and him happened to have been invited to admire. He now noticed two chairs further into the room in front of the stage where the red lighting began. Was someone going to watch them having sex?

Nigel realized that Maria had planned this when she had thrown those shoes into her suitcase in New York three days ago, and it was likely to get even more X-rated based on his intimate experiences with her recent sexual reawakening or whatever it was that she undergoing.

His thoughts were interrupted by the door the behind them opening and the sound of heels clacking against the stone floor.

"Gentlemen," a voice said behind them. It was Loriana. Nigel took his glace off the lovers on the bed and turned around. She was in an all red devil costume -- bodysuit, elbow length gloves and thigh-high stilettoes complete with a hairband with little horns everything, as far as he could tell. In one hand she had a riding crop and in the other two silver handcuffs which hung down from her index finger. She looked like a shiny red latex dominatrix. Nigel liked her costume even if Vini wasn't into her BDSM games.

"Are you ready to be tied up?"

"Handcuffs?" Vini said. "No need for dirty accessories tonight my dear Loriana, our merry wives finally have our full attention if you know what I mean." He motioned to his now erect penis protruding proudly from the fly of his pants.

Loriana ignored him. "There is no trophy to take home tonight, only punishment for your sins. You can't put little weenie there away. You're in my dungeon, in purgatory." She laughed and then quickly cracked the whip against the floor to signal she meant business.

"Sins?" Vini half shouted. Maria and Fernanda had stopped their fondling of each other and were positioned like a couple of smiling mermaids sitting with their legs to the side near the edge of the bed looking at the two men and Loriana. Nigel could sense they had anticipated this moment.

"Both of you have been naughty boys and now it's time for some chastening," Loriana said as she approached the men.

"Fernanda baby, talk some sense into Loriana, we don't need her games when we can all be on that big bed having fun together," Vini appealed to his wife, who didn't even acknowledge his pleas. His exposed penis was losing power, slowly lowering itself.

Loriana's riding crop cracked again. This time she slammed the leather tip against the seat of one of the two chairs.

"Sit down!"

They both reluctantly followed the order from the lady of the house and sat down on the chair, both of them facing the red stage bed and the two women. So they were going watch Maria and Fernanda, Nigel thought. That could be fun. He had obviously been admiring Fernanda's body over the years she had been married to Vini, wondering what she looked like naked although she rarely left much to the imagination.

Nigel agreed to be handcuffed to keep the show going. Vini followed begrudgingly, letting Loriana close the cuffs around his wrists on his back. She further secured the men with a chain tying their cuffs to an iron loop in the floor so they couldn't move from their seating. Nigel could hear Loriana leaving the room through the door behind them. It was just the four of them for now, but the ladies kept pretending the men weren't there.

"Fernanda, Maria, you look gorgeous up there, why do we need to be tied up here," Vini said without getting a response. "Let me join you."

The bossa nova music changed into a slow but steady lounge music drum beat as if something was being prepared to be presented. The door behind them opened again and this time Loriana entered with two muscular young men who she escorted to the bed where Fernanda and Maria had been lounging during the chaining and flogging of their partners.

The men dressed positioned themselves on each side of two women as Loriana introduced them to Nigel and Vini: "This is Carlos and João, two special friends of mine, they've been instructed to take care of Fernanda and Maria tonight."

"What the fuck," Vini protested. "This is not happening, Fernanda my dear."

He tried to get up from the chair but the chain held him back. Loriana walked over to him, pushed his now flaccid penis aside with the riding crop to expose his balls before letting the tip of the whip flog them with a quick movement of the hand. The sound of the leather hitting the skin was loud and Vini cried out in pain: "Bitch!"

Carlos and João looked like those guys who hang out on the Copacabana, playing football in the sand wearing nothing but some type of Speedos. They were in their twenties and had darkly tanned muscular bodies, good looking on the short side with little body hair beyond their oily black locks on the top of their heads.

The two men began kissing the women's necks, caressing their breasts, abdomens, thighs, knees, arms, hands, Carlos was taking care of Maria and João was on Fernanda's side. They experiencedly massaged the two female bodies, up and down, letting a finger circle a nipple here, before moving down over the stomach to their pubic areas. They were working almost in tandem. Their tongues moved from the nape to Maria and Fernanda's mouths, French kissing them. The women eagerly reciprocated the kisses as the tongues played with each other.

"Fernanda, I command you to stop. This is probably illegal in Brazil. It's kidnapping, sexual exploitation and much more. My lawyers will be on it." Vini tried to be authoritative, but no one paid attention to him.

Nigel was also taken aback by the chance of pace, uncertain how to feel about the direction the night had suddenly taken. They had clearly been lured to this basement under false pretenses, but he wasn't angry like Vini was. He understood this was some sort of punishment of the two of them. He realized he hadn't said anything yet or tried to make Maria stop making out with Carlos on the bed.

"This is the naughty boys' room," Loriana said with a provocative tone as she positioned herself in front of them in her sex devil outfit. She was taunting the two men who sat helplessly on the chairs, moving the riding crop up and down their torsos and faces. "When you misbehave you must face the consequences." She tapped both their faces with the tip of the whip, causing Vini to curse her again.

Both women were clearly overjoyed by the thorough attention from these beach studs. Nigel noticed how Maria's breathing got heavier and mixed with the sucking sounds of the two men's mouth working on her breasts. He watched as her hands wandered down to Carlos's crotch, caressing him through the thin nylon material of his swimming trunks.

Carlos paused his caring for Maria's body and stood up in front of her on the bed, his cock urging for attention in the small thong as the erection forcefully stretched the fabric.

Maria pulled the underwear down to allow his fat cock to snap to attention right in front of her face. Nigel noticed her satisfied smile as she took in what she was about to eat. What Carlos lacked in length he made up for in circumference, his tool had the width of a coke can with fat blood veins snaking up the short shaft to supply the ballooning cock head with enough nourishment to last him a night of filling out Maria. She finally put her mouth on it as she massaged his balls.

Nigel could feel his desire for that to be his cock in her mouth now, he wanted Maria to suck him as thoroughly as she was working on Carlos now. She was struggling to put him in her mouth, instead she let her tongue circle the small orifice at the tip of his glans penis, drawing strings of precum as she teased him by varying it with greedy kisses on his meaty shaft.

Nigel noticed how her fingers had moved from Carlos' balls to his asshole, he couldn't see clearly but he sensed she had inserted a finger in his rectum as she was giving him this divine blow job.

The Brazilian man was moaning something unintelligible in Portuguese. It was unbearable for Nigel to watch, he was bursting with desire and jealousy at the same time, like he had in the couples' room a month earlier when Marco had fucked Maria in front of him, only this time was worse as he couldn't participate and he sensed he was getting punished for whatever Maria knew or thought he had been up to.

Nigel was so focused on Maria and Carlos that only now that did he notice that Fernanda had positioned herself behind Maria and had started eating her friend's ass and pussy out. The other Brazilian lover boy was in turn paying attention to Fernanda's bubbly black ass, preparing to plunge his member into her vulva.

Unlike his wingman from the beach, João had a long narrow cock which he slowly began screwing Fernanda with, prompting her to moan loudly from the position between Maria's buttocks. The four bodies formed a little train of love making on the red bed, led by Carlos who was getting an unbelievable blow job from a seemingly insatiable Maria, who in turn was receiving oral sex from Fernanda as João fucked her doggy style.

Vini kept pulling on the chain as he appealed to Fernanda: "Honey, why are you doing this to me." Her only response was more sounds of satisfaction as the Brazilian lover boy pumped on her.

The men were groaning, talking to the women in Portuguese.

"They are calling your wives rich American whores," Loriana said from behind him. "You like the show?"

Nigel didn't know what to say, he did and he didn't. "Fuck you bitch," Vini offered on behalf of both of them.

"Oh trust me Vini boy, I will also get fucked tonight, just as soon as your two ladies here are done with their main courses," Loriana said teasingly.

What was this, Nigel wondered. Revenge for what? For the intern affair at the office? But how had Maria found out and for how long had she known. He didn't doubt Vini had been philandering and deserved every bit of this punishment, but all of this for kissing Margaux? And hadn't Maria most likely had her own fun while on business trips to Milan for example. He wasn't sure, just assuming that an attractive woman like her would be the object of desire from all sorts of men. He hadn't put a ring on her after all.

Maria was now lying on her back with Fernanda's head between her legs eating her pussy. Carlos was squatting over her face, allowing her to tease his heavy balls with the tip of her tongue. Nigel couldn't believe his eyes when Carlos lowered himself even more on to her face, inviting her to lick his asshole, an invitation she accepted immediately. With her face hidden under Carlos's derriere, she had one hand on his buttock while she stroked the fat cock with the other.

Nigel felt an agonizing envy at the same time as it was outrageously arousing to watch. Maria had never been near his anus, but now he wanted her tongue to spoil him like she was so eagerly caring for this stranger.

"Are you hard, Nigel?" Loriana inquired in a soft voice as she let the crop slide over his crotch.

To his own surprise he now noticed how erect his penis had grown in his pants. He wanted Maria badly, and Fernanda too. He wanted to join the orgy on the bed as his mind and body filled him with desire. He had to admit to himself that he was beginning to enjoy it in a strange way.

Nigel could see the tan line of Carlos as he dropped the Speedos completely and motioned to Fernanda that he wanted to fuck Maria in the missionary position. He positioned himself between her legs, found her wet opening and pushed in. His white buttocks contrasted with the dark skin of the rest of his body as his ass was going up and down right in front of Nigel. Her manicured hands were fondling his white buttocks, pulling him in toward her to make sure his fat cock was all the way in.

The other Brazilian beast kept pounding Fernanda -- thumpf, thumpf, thumpf -- as she howled with pleasure. He gave the impression that he wasn't going to stop any time soon. Poor Vini wasn't sharing the joy.

"Fernanda, you're my wife, why are you doing this to me," he whined.

But all Nigel and Vini really could do was to watch. Loriana picked up Maria and Fernanda's thongs which had been thrown on the floor by the two cocksmen. She waved the small black piece of underwear in Nigel's face. "Smell her juices, Nigel" She started to rob the thong in his face, he could smell perfume, body lotion and that citrusy scent of Maria's pussy when she was horny. Finally she stuffed the lace garment in his mouth like a gag so he couldn't speak or protest what was going on in front of him.