Greg
Saturday : Di asked if she could go home to get some clothes a reasonable request so I allowed her to go, obviously without knickers on.
I must admit last night was great, eventually. The climax after my torture was wonderful and the fuck after they had cleaned up and I had settled down was excellent. Both of them bent over the back of the couch while I went from one cunt to the other.
This morning I am properly chilled out, I sent Marie to do the shopping and relaxed on my own. I did think about work, we would have to train the temp. She would only have to keep things ticking over, I have covered all eventualities. What the hell? I had to use this holiday to let go of work.
Di
I wanted to come home to pick up some stuff I had ordered on the internet. I had sent for leather harness things from a bondage site. They did little actual bondage in any way, a bra that neither supported or covered the tits, a belt that had straps to two further straps around the tops of the legs. They did however look sexy and the sort of thing that men like.
The 'bra' was half inch thick leather straps that criss-crossed above and below the tits joined by two heart shaped metal hoops above and below. The boobs were beautifully framed but totally exposed.
Around the waist, well more the hips was a similar thickness leather belt with two straps coming down at the front which each connected to two more straps round the thighs. All joined with metal hoops. I put them on, I don't know why this is bondage, I had complete freedom but it did look sexy, the black went well with my pale skin and blond hair.
There was a knock at the door, I looked through the spy hole to see Marie standing there. I opened the door, "Wow that looks great," she exclaimed, while taking her clothes off. I did a pirouette to show it all off.
"Here's yours," I handed her a similar outfit in red. Hopefully he will forget the knickers ban when he sees us in these.
We had better hurry he'll get suspicious, why do they call it bondage wear do you think? I feel totally free." Marie said.
"I suppose you could clip things onto the rings and things," was the reply. Imagine having your thighs spread wide held by straps tied to the bed and to the things on your legs. You'd be wide open, vulnerable, exposed, ready to be taken. I was feeling a little tingle in the pussy area, my imagination did not stretch to the use of the chest harness apart from looking sexy.
We admired each other before Marie left, we did not want to arrive together.
Greg
The girls were dressed in short skirts and ready to go out. Marie had a gingham dress which was quite tight around the arse and finished four inches above the knee. Di had a blouse and skirt of similar length. I drove to a local woods and we ambled through holding hands, me in the middle.
It was not the warmest day of the year and the girls were wearing cardigans. I like to look after them. We arrived at a pub and had a drink and a meal before we walked back through the woods. They had been very coy pulling their skirts down, I thought I saw something on Di's thigh.
As we were walking I put my hand up each skirt, Di's much easier than Marie's tight one. I encountered some sort of intriguing leatherwork on their thighs. Fortunately there is a shelter along the path, ramshackled but usable. I took them in and had them bend over with their hands on the bench.
I lifted Di's skirt and sure enough she had leather straps around her thighs joined to one round her hips, very sexy. Marie's dress was much tighter and I had to work it up. She too was wearing the leather thing this time in red. Neither of them was wearing knickers and both of them had cold arses with a warm central slit which I tested for heat with my fingers. Warm but not as wet as usual was the verdict for both, so I decided to start with Marie. I whipped my cock out and slowly forced it into her waiting pussy. Holding her hip with my left hand and playing with Di's pussy with my right (who says men can't multitask) I fucked her.
Reversing the situation I finished in Di.
