Allen found Sean toweling of on the patio and Hellen mixing gin and tonics for Sean and herself, he presumed.
"Can I get you something, Sweets," Hellen asked.
"I'll have one of those," he said, "a double."
"Coming right up. Did you find Allen and Susan," she asked.
"Yeah, they're just getting ready. Maybe Allen needed some expert coaching," Allen suggested.
"And Susan's got more experience than you, is it," Sean asked, his cock bouncing in front of him as he moved towards them.
"Something like that," Allen mumbled, grabbing the highball glass that Hellen offered him and taking a long drink.
"Oh. Dear, Hellen cooed, picking up on his reticent tone, "You don't mean to tell me that an adventurous, fun, naughty, dirty, yummy, liberated, sexy gal like you... you've never...," Hellen probed.
"Never what?" Allen racked his brain for some way to change the conversation.
"You've never had a nice hard cock in your pretty ass," Sean clarified, stroking his cock as much for pleasure as for emphasis it seemed.
Allen tried for levity; "It just... never came up."
"Oh, you don't know what you're missing," Hellen said. It's different for us gals - no prostate and all - but it's still good, naughty fun."
Susan broke up the conversation by emerging and announcing that they'd be ready in ten minutes or so. "Change of venue," she added, "we're out on the veranda. If that's what you call it."
"OK. Know where you mean. Be right there," Hellen assured her.
"Jen,... could you come with me and help set up?" Susan smiled brightly.
Eager to get away from the conversation he'd been having, Allen smiled at her and said, "Sure!"
Susan wrapped a sisterly arm around his shoulders and led him to the master bedroom and through a set of french doors he hadn't previously noticed behind their drapes. She steered him out on to a generous covered veranda sporting its own small bar and grill, and a couples' hot tub off to the side next to a door that looked like it led into the master bathroom somehow.
Rolling hills and woodlands surrounded the terrace on three sides, beyond screens that kept out mosquitos and other pests. In front of the door sat four padded Adirondack chairs in a circle facing what had been a fire pit. The fire pit had been moved to the side and replaced with a low platform on which rested an "S" shaped piece of what looked like Liberator brand sex furniture.
Susan led him to the main railing beyond the impromptu stage and backed him up against it, resting her hands on the railing either side of him.
"Allen," she said in a low voice. "Before this all starts, I just wanted to thank you." She leaned in and kissed him. Lips on lips, then tongue probing, then teeth colliding and tongues thrashing. It was hot as fuck and it took Allen's breath away.
When she pulled away, Allen said, "Wow! That's a heck of a thank you! What for?"
"Oh, Allen! Yesterday was a dream come true for me. And the day before, too. Without you, I might never have gotten a chance to enjoy this!"
She ran her hands up his flanks and squeezed both of his breasts roughly in her strong hands, fingers and thumbs mashing against his nipples and sending bright aching joy through his core. She braced herself against the railing again and leaned in close. "And without that, I might never have gotten a chance to taste your..." She slid to her knees in front of him. "Your gorgeous cock." She slid her mouth down on the dildo, sucking it and making the anchor portion rub deliciously inside Allen's cunt.
It was so sensuous that he barely noticed her wrapping a warm bit of some kind of cuff around both his ankles. She slid up his body and kissed him again, grabbing both of his wrists and pinning them against the post above his head.
"I wanted... longed for this body for so long," she moaned. "And you finally gave it to me. And wow! How you gave it to me!" She released his wrists and he pulled them down to see two black wristlets wrapped around them.
"C'm'ere, lover," Susan cooed, "I want to show you something." She walked him around to the front of the sex platform, in front of the highest bulge of the "S"-shaped cushion. She reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks and tugged them down to sit at the apex of the high curve.
"Lean back. Relax. It's really comfy. Just lean back and rest your shoulders on the smaller curve."
Allen did.
He heard the clicking of two Fastex buckles being attached to something as he settled in with his back against the cushion and his butt up in the air on the soft hump.
"Just relax," Susan said.
ZZZZZZZZIIIIIPPPP
The straps attached to Allen's ankle cuffs and anchored against the far top-rail yanked his legs up and apart, exposing his moist pussy completely to the cool evening air. It actually felt kind of sexy. And kinky. So. Susan was okay getting kinky with Jen's body even though she knew it was him and not her inside. OK.
Susan walked around him and grabbed one wrist, then the other, attaching them each to short straps also connected to his ankle cuffs. He was completely exposed. It was a bit scary. A lot sexy, and - as he saw Susan slipping on her strap-on harness - cunt-drenchingly hot.
"You wanna have some fun before the main event, Sweetie?" Susan stroked her faux cock as she walked around to stand between Allen's up-stretched legs.
"Mmm! Yes," he said.
"You want me to fuck this hot, wet pussy a little," Susan teased, yanking out the Feeldoe roughly in a way that surprised and shocked him and left his oussy feeling suddenly empty and wanting. Susan rubbed her palm across his wide-open vulva.
"Mmm!"
