Helen removed her reading glasses and rubbed her eyes. She needed a break from the pages full of figures that she had been staring at for the past two hours. A cup of tea then another hour should be long enough to get finished. It was Friday afternoon and as she sat at her desk taking a well earned break, her thoughts drifted to the regular Friday Fun Night that she and her husband indulged in every week without fail. He first suggested it a year or so ago, they’d had good sex several times a week but, after three years of marriage it had become something of a routine so he suggested that they spice things up by making Friday night ‘special.’
It had worked well, they had both got a considerable thrill out of the kinky arousal that it had generated and, over the months, they had slowly become a little more adventurous. Nothing wild or depraved but revealing enough for them to have learned more about each other’s desires and fantasies. Helen felt a twinge in her pussy as she thought about the direction events might take tonight. It would depend who won control, she gave a shiver and her pussy tingled again as she thought about how badly she wanted to be in charge tonight. Joe had won their little game and had dominated proceedings for the past four weeks.
She finished her tea and pressed on with the financial report for the next Governing Body meeting. She’d promised Lynn, the Principal, that it would be finished before the end of the day. Helen shared the admin office with four more women members of the admin support staff team. At twenty eight, she was the youngest and she was also the most attractive. Today she looked smart and sexy in a crisp white blouse and a navy blue, knee length pencil skirt with high heeled black court shoes. The skirt fitted closely to the contours of her buttocks and thighs and, if she stretched or bent slightly, it revealed the clips of her four strap suspender belt.
Her husband, Joe, had persuaded her to wear stockings and suspenders as often as possible. After an initial reluctance because of the ‘inconvenience,’ she had taken to the sexy ensemble in a big way. She realised that Joe was always aroused by them and would be ready to show his appreciation whenever the mood took her. It made her feel sexy and desirable and they were as popular now in 1989 as they had ever been since before tights had been invented. In fact, she quite enjoyed a little mild teasing of the male staff and students. She knew that all eyes were on her swaying hips and thighs as she walked along the college corridors or along the footpath from the car park. The footpath ran between two buildings on either side and she loved to catch men ogling her through the windows as she made her way to and from the main entrance.
Joe was a year younger that Helen, he was tall with a closely shaved head and blue eyes that sent some of his female colleagues at the bank weak at the knees. He loved Friday nights and never tired of coming up with ideas and scenarios to enliven sex with Helen. She was five foot six with long wavy brown hair, attractive brown eyes, nice legs and beautifully firm, slightly larger than average breasts that hung like perfectly shaped tear drops.
Five o’clock arrived, most of the lecturers and students had long gone as Helen put her report on Lynn’s desk.
“There just got it done in time, I had a problem with the new extension costs but I worked it out in the end.”
“Great, thanks Helen, have a relaxing weekend, are you doing anything special?”
“No, just the usual, you know, tying hubby to the bed, that sort of thing.”
Lynn laughed but she had no idea that Helen was not joking.
“Mmm, I must try it with Nigel sometime, at least I’d know where he was.”
Helen gave a wry smile as she left the Principal’s office, she knew that Lynn was fucking Jeremy Ford, the Chair of Governors, and had been for several months now so the whereabouts of her husband might be useful information to her. She was an attractive woman of around forty years of age with a shapely figure and very nice legs, Helen could easily see what had been the attraction for Jeremy.
Helen made her way out to the car and eased herself daintily into the drivers seat, showing her shapely legs and nicely curved buttocks as she did so. Her skirt rode up as she changed gear and she smiled to herself about how Joe would have loved watching her stocking clad knees and thighs as she drove home. After pulling up on her driveway, turning off the ignition, gathering her hand bag and briefcase, she opened the driver’s door and swung her high heeled right leg onto the ground. Her skirt hem stretched across the middle of her thighs and revealed a couple of inches of stocking top, she was slightly startled to hear a female voice close by.
“Very nice legs Helen.”
“Oh it’s you Annette, I didn’t see you there.”
“I’m just doing a leaflet drop for a new business that I’ve started.”
“Oh right, what’s that then,” said Helen taking a leaflet from her neighbour.
“Lingerie, very well made classy lingerie, Anyway, how are you? I haven’t seen you for a couple of weeks.”
“I’m good thanks Annette, more to the point, how are you? Has that bastard Jock left you alone now?”
“He has thank goodness, I think calling the Police did the trick. We’re only communicating through solicitors now. We’ll have to sell the house but I’ll be ok financially, I’ve got a few irons in the fire and if this lingerie sales project takes off, I could do really well.”
“Well I’m so pleased to hear that things are working out for you. You’ve been through the mill, are you pressing charges?”
“Yes, I’ve decided that he’ll never get the chance to abuse me again, the bastard.”
“Good for you.”
“Anyway, if you’re interested in some well made sexy underwear, just let me know. And thank you for all of your and Joe’s support when things got really rough.”
“Don’t mention it, it was the least we could do. Look, why don’t you pop round next week and I’ll have a look at what you’ve got, said Helen, waving the leaflet.”
“Okay, I’d like that, when are you free?”
“Come round on Wednesday at about seven, Joe’s out so we can have some girl time. Joe would only get over excited if we talked about sexy lingerie while he was around.”
“You’re a wise woman Helen, I’ll look forward to it, maybe I’ll excite you.”
As Helen put the key in the front door and let herself in she wondered whether Annette had really meant to say that or was she referring to the lingerie being exciting?
Annette lived just five doors away and had been through a very nasty marriage breakdown. Her husband had been violent off and on for a long time but on one particularly bad night, after Annette had decided she could no longer take it, she took refuge with Helen and Joe. She’d previously opened up to Helen about her marital problems and had felt sufficiently supported to take a stand against her husband. Jock had hammered on Helen and Joe’s front door and demanded that Annette should return home. Joe had confronted him and told him that Annette had called the police and if he didn’t fuck off now, he’d need an ambulance.
********************
Helen opened a bottle of wine and put the usual Friday night ready meal in the oven. She stayed in her business attire because she knew she looked sexy and, after all, that was a basic requirement for a Friday night. Joe arrived a few minutes later with a smile on his face, they both felt turned on, foreplay always started the minute they got together on a Friday night. It was late September and it would be getting dark in an hour or so. Helen loved the dark autumn evenings with the lounge and bedroom lit with candles. It gave a sensuous glow to proceedings and, together with a glass of wine or two, put her even more in the mood for sexual fantasy.
They ate and drank and shared small talk whilst eyeing each other up. When the meal was finished Helen got the scrabble board out of the cupboard. Tonight it was scrabble, sometimes it would be a card game or, as had happened a couple of times when one of them had worked late and they were particularly horny and desperate, a roll of the dice. Whatever the type of contest, the rule was that the winner took control of proceedings for the rest of the evening and the loser had to do their bidding.
They had started off simply calling the shots in bed where the winner decided who was on top and who would be on the receiving end of oral sex. It progressed into more erotic domination by the ‘master’ or ‘mistress’ and eventually into mild bondage. Latterly, steamy fantasies had emerged, whispered into submissive ears and the loser had been required to masturbate to a description of any sex act with any member of the opposite sex that the winner chose for them. The real eroticism was in the foreplay and the moment when the winner led the submissive from the lounge by a his cock or with her hands tied behind her back up to the bedroom.
Joe’s fantasies had become particularly dirty of late and they both sensed that they were on the cusp of a new level of eroticism. They had explored fantasies of fucking friends, work colleagues and acquaintances. Family members were off limits but only just, Joe fancied the hell out of Helen’s younger sister but wouldn’t have dreamt of saying so. He also masturbated over fucking her fifty year old mother, she was a very sexy lady and the thought of fucking her against a wall frequently gave him a hard on. But so far, when Joe had control for the evening, he hadn’t quite been brave enough to introduce his long time favourite fantasy; Helen being fucked by another woman.
It was that image that filled his thoughts more often than any other when he came. He’d imagined her with scores of women that he or they were acquainted with but he’d never had the nerve to broach the question with her. He was afraid that she might react badly and see him as perverted.
This Friday night, Joe won the game of scrabble by over eighty points. He made a big deal of being in a very dominant position where he would push the boundaries to new extremes with his fantasies. Helen had been disappointed that she had lost so badly but quickly accepted her submissive role and became very aroused at Joe’s hint that his fantasies might take a more licentious direction. She wondered to what exquisite sexual downfall she might be subjected tonight.
“How would my master like me to serve him?”
“lean against the wall next to the sofa, lift the hem of your skirt, take your panties off and put your fingers between your cunt lips then stay absolutely still.”
“Yes master.”
Helen did as she was told in the most seductive yet submissive manner she could manage. Joe’s cock became rock hard and bulged against the material of his suit trousers.
“Don’t move your fingers, I will tell you if and when you can pleasure yourself.”
With that, he picked up the daily newspaper and made a show of reading it for a good ten minutes. Helen’s pussy was dripping, it was all she could do not to use the warm cunt juices as a lubricant for her fingers on her clitoris. She looked so fucking sexy in her stockings and heels with her skirt around her hips. Her breasts quivered and her nipples set hard. Eventually, Joe put down the newspaper and turned to look at her.
“Now you can masturbate slave.”
Helen’s craving cunt clenched as she started to fondle her vulva. She became so aroused so quickly that she thought Joe would let her come but just as she reached the verge of an orgasm, Joe stood up and pulled her hands away from her pussy. Helen gave a groan of disappointment and looked crestfallen. Joe had her right where he wanted her.
Still wearing his business suit, he told Helen to move into the centre of the room and remove her blouse, skirt, bra and panties. She did so with a bowed head, when she had finished, he lifted her chin with the fingers of his right hand and looked into her submissive eyes.
“I’ve never seen you surrender so quickly, you’re broken and you’re completely at my command, I can do whatever I want with you.”
“Yes master.”
Helen looked submissive but magnificent in her stockings, suspenders and heels. Joe looked at her perfect breasts and almost surrendered to her. He regained his composure.
“Turn around while I bind your wrists together.”
Joe secured her wrists with soft red bondage rope and tied a leather collar with a chain attached around her neck. He then led her out of the lounge and upstairs to the bedroom and made her lie on her back on the bed. Helen, bound and chained at the neck and being led upstairs almost naked, in her high heels, was a very erotic sight.
He stripped completely, his large erect cock swaying with his movements. Then he lay on the bed on his left hand side facing her and demanded that she suck his cock. Helen was used to this position and expertly aroused him with her mouth. He wanted to prolong the foreplay so he had to stop her before she managed to make him come. He turned her so that she had her back to him and he entered her cunt from behind. In this way, they both laid on their backs but with her pelvis resting on his groin. Then he used his right hand to play with her pussy while he whispered a fantasy into her right ear. They had shared a bottle of wine earlier with their meal and had then opened a second bottle and drank at least half of it during the scrabble game. Joe sensed that they were both feeling particularly uninhibited tonight so he decided to risk introducing the scenario of a woman giving Helen an orgasm into his fantasy.
“Imagine we’ve been invited to a house party and the host has been eyeing you up all evening. You’re dressed to kill in a figure hugging dress and stockings and heels. Later on when most party goers are asleep, drunk or have gone home, he asks you if you’d like to see his billiard room. I’m in the half drunk and asleep category and you’ve had just enough to feel uninhibited and flirtatious so you agree but you both know what he’s really planning.”
“You make all the right noises about his billiard room as you lean seductively against the table. He approaches you and kissed you, then he reaches up your dress and removes your panties and lifts you onto the table. You’re on your back on the green baize, he climbs on top of you and pushes your dress up and almost comes at the sight of your stockings and suspenders.”
“He pulls out his cock and its not quite as hard as you’d like but you know he’s the worse for drink. He gets it inside you and starts to fuck you but you’re feeling a little disappointed and not really turned on. The door opens and his gorgeous blonde wife comes into the room. “Oh there you are,” she says, “fucking the guests again I see.” You’re taken aback by her casual manner then you’re even more astonished when she walks over to you both and puts her left hand between your abdomen and his and grips the base of his cock. You can feel her knuckles against your pussy lips.”
This was the big risk, he’d never before even hinted in his fantasies at Helen enjoying the touch of another woman. He was relieved, not only did she not object but she gave a moan of pleasure to signal her approval of the scenario. He continued.
“She says that he’s had a lot to drink and will need all the help he can get. She cups his balls with her right hand continues to squeeze and manipulate the base of his cock with her left hand. He becomes harder and soon shoots his load into your cunt. You’re left high and dry. He gets up half drunk and half ashamed at his early ejaculation and he leaves the room still doing up his trousers.”
“You’re still on your back, your dress is up around your waist, your legs are wide open and his sexy blonde wife looks you in the eye. You realise she hasn’t removed her left hand, it’s still resting on your pussy. There’s a pause, filled with erotic possibilities, you each wonder what the other will do next. You send her a signal with your eyes, she slowly fondles your clit with her left hand whilst putting three fingers of her right hand inside you. She’s masturbating you now, your back is beginning to arch and your heels dig into the surface of the billiard table. She’s still standing next to the table and slipping her fingers in and out of your cunt.”
Joe became more and more aroused as Helen responded positively to his scenario of being masturbated by another woman. He was close to coming, so was she, in fact, she was more turned on than she could ever remember.
“Your eyes are still locked together as she finds your g-spot and you come with a wild, crashing orgasm.”
As he said this, Helen did exactly what he has just described. Joe’s cock was still filling her cunt but he also managed to squeeze a finger inside her looking for her g-spot as he came hard. They lay together breathless and still highly aroused by Joe’s fantasy. Joe knew that he must press her on what had just happened between them, he couldn’t ignore it and let an opportunity for a new dimension to their sex lives slip away so easily. He gently massaged her still tingling pussy.
“So, did you like the bit about being touched by another woman?”
“Oh God yes. You dirty bastard, you sneaked that one up on me didn’t you. I’d gone past the point of no return when you introduced her into the fantasy.”
“When you get so soundly thrashed at scrabble what do you expect? Anyway, it doesn’t have to be just a fantasy.”
“Whoa there, slow down, just because I enjoyed your fantasy it doesn’t mean I’m going to shag every woman in sight. Anyway, just you wait until I get my turn to be in control. You’ll be begging for mercy.”
“Have you ever fantasised about having sex with a woman?”
There was a pause… “Yes.”
Joe’s pulse quickened, “How often?”
“That’s for me to know and you to guess at.”
Now he was deeply aroused, “Anyone we know?”
“My God, does a woman have no secrets?”
“Not now, darling, the cat’s out of the bag. Well? Tell me who you have a thing for.”
“No, not now, I think I’ve said enough for one night. There’ll be no surprises for you if I tell all now.”
Joe’s cock hardened again at the thought of his wife telling him which women she had fantasised about. By now she was on her back with her wrists still bound so he took advantage and spread her legs and fucked her slowly and rhythmically. She loved being fucked again with her wrists bound and she enjoyed her second delightful orgasm of the evening as his cock filled her hungry cunt.
Just as he was about to reach his climax, she whispered “Linda Clark” into his left ear, she heard him gasp “Ffffuucckkkk” as he thrust into her with renewed vigour and came loudly. She smiled inwardly at the knowledge that she now had a hold over him. He would be desperate to know more.
“Untie me and I’ll give you another name.”
He did as she asked, his cock still hard and excited by the name she had just whispered.
“Sue Langford.”
“Who are they?”
“Linda’s a friend I had a crush on when we were both eighteen, I haven’t seen her for years. She kissed me once in a dormitory on a college trip when all of the other girls were asleep. I think if we’d been alone, she would have done unspeakable things to me and I would have let her.”
“And Sue Langford?”
“She’s an education psychologist with the local authority, she came to the college last month to give a talk about psychology. She’s absolutely gorgeous, so sophisticated and sexy, the way she moves… I had a damp patch on my panties and when she looked me in the eye and shook my hand afterwards, I didn’t want to let it go. She looks like she’s in her late forties, my God if I looked like her at that age.”
“Wow, this is a revelation but give me someone that we both know.”
“No, you’ll spoil the fun, isn’t it more erotic if I drop names out gradually to keep you horny? One name a week perhaps?”
“God, how many are there?”
Helen gave him an enigmatic smile.
“Come on just one, I’m in control tonight don’t forget.”
“Ok, just one to shut you up… Julie.”
“Fuck me, not your cousin John’s wife?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus, that’s so fucking hot, I had no idea that you fancied Julie.”
“Well you certainly do, I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
“God yes but I’ll see her in a new light from now on… Have you ever had sex with a woman?” He was getting braver.
“No, Linda’s kiss was my one and only brush with the sapphic side.”
“Would you do it now though, actually go to bed with a woman?”
“No, I draw the line between fantasy and reality, and I wouldn’t know where to start, I know it’s starting to become more acceptable these days but I’ve no idea how to proposition another woman.”
“Why not give it a go, flirt with someone, use innuendo, see how she reacts.”
“No, I’m not looking for real sex with a woman, it’s just an occasional fantasy and that’s where it will stay.”
“Are you sure, what if Julie came on to you, you know, put her hand on your arse and pushed a nipple into your elbow and whispered “fuck me” into your ear?”
“Easy Tiger, that’s clearly your fantasy, maybe we’ll explore it next Friday.”
“I’ll make sure we do.”
“Shut up and go to sleep, and if you must have a sneaky wank, do it after I’ve dropped off.”
Joe did exactly that, he played with his cock whilst running fantasies of Helen with other women through his mind, then, when he heard her gentle snoring, he treated himself to an orgasmic fantasy of them both in bed with Julie.
******************** Joe spent the rest of the weekend trying to get more names out of Helen, on Sunday morning her patience snapped and she told him to drop it or she’d never utter another word to him about her fantasies of sex with women. In reality, she was highly turned on to think that Joe now knew about her secret desires but she wanted to stay in control of her fantasies for the time being. She realised though that revealing herself in this way to Joe had brought her sexuality into sharper focus within her own mind.
The one name that kept invading her thoughts more than ever before was Annette. She could see that Annette was very attractive. She was in her late forties with short black hair and a handsome face. At five feet nine inches tall she was elegant and athletic and she moved her long limbs in a sexy unhurried way. She was always well dressed, Helen had seen her in tight leggings, jeans, tight skirts and business suits and in high heels which put her close the same height as Joe’s six feet three inches.
Helen had admired her and looked up to her in more ways than one. She’d fantasised about her a few times riding Joe on the sofa, while she watched her make him come, before being led up to the bedroom by her. She usually came when she got to the part about Joe coming, or being led up the stairs by the hand watching Annette’s sexy arse sway to and fro, so she hadn’t as yet developed the fantasy into having sex with Annette but she resolved to make it her next masturbation fantasy.
Helen and Joe fucked on the Sunday night, she warned him beforehand that if he mentioned her having sex with other women, she would stop riding him and he could see to his own needs. He kept quiet on that subject so she rode him to his orgasm, then asked him to use her vibrator on her to finish her off. She loved her vibrator, it was a very simple five inch long slim smooth metal device with a circular dial at the bottom end. She’d had it for a couple of years and it had given her hours of enjoyment, mostly when Joe was out and she felt the need to satisfy an urge. It was on one such occasion that she had first started seriously to fantasise about other women.
She still remembered her first orgasm while thinking about a woman. She didn’t count the times when she was eighteen and nineteen and had touched herself while thinking about Linda’s kiss and what might have happened if they had been alone. Her real hardcore fantasies about women started after Joe had bought her the vibrator as a present for her twenty sixth birthday and told her to have some devious dirty fun with her imagination.
On one of the early occasions that she had used it she had turned up the dial to maximum. Joe was out playing cricket and she’d gone upstairs to lie on the bed. She’d been looking for inspiration, thinking vaguely about her friend’s boyfriends and husbands, male work colleagues and good looking neighbours, her usual source of masturbation material, when she realised that she couldn’t live with it for long at maximum power. Then she wondered if there were any women that could take the full vibration long enough to orgasm. Without thinking about it, Julie, her cousin’s wife, appeared in her minds eye. She imagined her on a bed in stockings, suspenders and heels fucking herself hard and coming with the vibrator at full power. It took her completely by surprise that it had turned her on so much. She turned up the dial as far as she could bear it and imagined making Julie come hard with her fingers while sucking her breasts. Afterwards, in the glow of her unexpected sapphic arousal, she lay thinking about other women she could make love to in her fantasies.
She did the same thing now. As Joe drifted off to sleep she started to list the women that she had fantasised about. Linda, Sue and Julie, the names she had mentioned to Joe, were on the list as was Lynn her boss. There had been several occasions when she had felt a thrill from Lynn standing close enough for her to breath in her musky female scent. She’d imagined that Lynn had locked her office door and make her eat her pussy.
She also fantasised about Joe’s aunt’s friend, Ruth. Ruth was in her mid thirties, attractive and slender with black hair cut into a bob. She had taken a keen interest in Helen one Christmas when they were both at a family party. Helen was sure that Ruth had come on to her when she put her hand on her elbow and said very quietly, “We must go for a coffee together sometime.” This had happened four and a half years ago, before Helen had married Joe and before her imagination and her vibrator had opened the door to sapphic desire. Helen had been a little intimidated and confused and had made sure that she was not alone with Ruth for the rest of the party. Now she liked to imagine that she would accept Ruth’s invitation and end up in bed with her.
In her own circle of friends were two more women that she had fantasied about, Cheryl, who had been her chief bridesmaid, and Joanne, a friend she used to play tennis with. With her vibrator inserted snugly in her pussy she sometimes thought back to her wedding day and imagined that Cheryl had been alone with her, before the ceremony, in the bridal chamber, when one of her rear suspender straps had come unclipped. In her fantasy, Cheryl lifted the hem of her white knee length shift style wedding dress and reattached the suspender strap then she’d slipped a finger inside her panties. This led to passionate kissing and mutual finger fucking with her bridesmaid in full wedding attire on the marital bed.
Joanne was one of her most intense fantasies, she regretted that she hadn’t seen her for several years. She’d fantasised about petit sexy Joanne putting her hand up Helen’s short little tennis skirt and inside the top of her knickers then fingering her to an orgasm against the wall behind the tennis club changing rooms. Joanne gave her a seductive alluring look as she made her come then she’d put her pussy soaked fingers in Helen’s mouth.
Helen’s hottest and most frequent female fantasy of the moment involved the next door neighbour’s eighteen year old daughter, Elaine. Elaine had just gone off to university and had spent the summer holidays sunbathing topless in the back garden during the week when her parents were at work. Helen worked two days a week on average in the holidays so she spent plenty of time at home spying on Elaine from her bedroom window which overlooked the neighbour’s garden.
Elaine was a very attractive young woman with long brown hair and beautiful breasts, much like Helen’s. She’d spent hours perfecting her tan in skimpy bikini bottoms. Helen’s favourite pose was when Elaine was on her back with her breasts spread apart and looking very inviting. The way the fabric of her bikini bottoms stretched between her hip bones and left an inviting gap for access to her pubic hair and pussy drove Helen wild with desire. Several times Helen had crouched low at the bedroom window sill, looking through a chink in the net curtains at Elaine’s sexy body, fingering herself until she came hard, dribbling her pussy juices over her hand. She thought she may never tell Joe about her thing for Elaine, it was much too decadent and private to share.
Helen had only ever had sex with a woman in her head. She loved men too and had had several male sexual partners before Joe, but she had never seriously contemplated actually trying to seduce another woman. She loved the turn that Friday night sex had taken now that Joe had got her to confess her fantasies. She wanted to be in control next Friday because she planned to tie Joe to the bed and make him list all of the women that he would like her to have sex with while she teased his cock. Sitting at her desk on Monday morning, this thought left a small damp patch on her panties that she hoped would not become visible on her skirt. During her coffee break, she delved into her handbag for her lipstick and came across Annett’s lingerie leaflet. It looked very professional and the garments looked as though they were of decent quality. She remembered that Annette would be calling round on Wednesday evening and made a mental note to make sure that she’d got a couple of bottles of wine and some nibbles in.
******************** Helen had to work later than she had expected on Wednesday so she didn’t get home until ten minutes before Annette was due to arrive. She parked her car and carried her shopping into the house and had a quick tidy around before taking a breath and waiting for the doorbell to ring. There was no time to change but she looked good anyway. She wore a grey business skirt suit that finished just above her knees with a plain white blouse. With her jacket off, the blouse was tucked into her perfectly proportioned waistline and rose around the mounds of her breasts. Her white bra, panties and suspender belt were a matching set and with these she wore neutral stockings and four inch high black court shoes.
She opened a bottle of white wine and filled two glasses just as the doorbell rang. She swayed her hips along the hall to the front door expecting to find Annette casually dressed but as smart as ever. When she opened the door and set eyes on Annette, her pussy spasmed, a wave of arousal swept through her breasts and her nipples hardened. Annette looked gloriously alluring and formidable, she was wearing a black leather pencil skirt that finished at knee level and a matching jacket buttoned to her cleavage with a cream lacy camisole underneath. Her black seamed stockings and black five inch high stilettos showed off her long legs and took her height to six feet two inches. Her makeup was perfect with strawberry lips and matching fingernails.
“Is the something the matter?”
“Oh! No, no. Sorry I didn’t mean to be rude, you look fabulous, you’ve put me to shame.”
“Not at all Helen, you look very smart and sexy as always. I like to dress like this for my customers, in my line of business, you need to look the part.”
“Well you certainly look the part, come and make yourself at home, I’ve just poured you a glass.”
Helen couldn’t take her eyes off Annette’s seamed stockings as she followed her into the lounge. Annette sat on the sofa under the window and crossed her left leg over her right, her leather skirt rode up to reveal the beginnings of stocking welt under her left thigh. Helen took the sofa against the wall, crossed her right leg over her left and sat prettily showing a more modest amount of thigh. She forced herself to stop ogling Annette’s legs, not an easy task, and start a conversation.
“How’s the divorce going?”
“It’s looking good, it should be quick, he’s not contesting grounds of unreasonable behaviour and he’s due in court soon over the assault.”
The two women chatted about divorce, work, family and friends for half an hour. By then, they were well into a bottle of wine and Helen felt relaxed after a stressful day at work. She felt an air of anticipation but she didn’t exactly know why. Annette exuded sexuality and self control and this unsettled Helen a little. It was the way Annette moved on the sofa, occasionally adjusting her position, crossing and uncrossing her legs. It looked for all of the world like Annette was deliberately being seductive.
Helen hadn’t realised that, in her discomfort, she was fidgeting about on her sofa, shifting her position and mirroring Annette’s leg crossing and uncrossing. She noticed Annette looking at her legs and breasts several times and felt self conscious without realising that she had been doing the same to Annette.
“Well, I suppose we ought to get down to business Annette, you didn’t come here just for a chit chat did you?”
“It’s been lovely catching up with you, we should get together more often. Anyway, come and sit by me and we’ll have a look at some sexy lingerie.”
“Well, if you put it like that Annette, how can I possibly resist,” joked Helen, trying to disguise her unease.
Helen moved over and sat on Annette’s left. Annette opened her expensive leather case, it contained samples of lingerie and a classy looking booklet with photographs of her merchandise.
“Now you don’t have to commit to anything tonight, I’ll leave the booklet with you for a few days and you can let me know later if you want anything… I deal in the sort of underwear that will turn Joe on. It’s provocative and it’s not the sort of thing your granny would wear.”
“Turning Joe on is easy, I want something to turn me on, I like underwear that makes me feel sexy and available.”
“You can only mean stockings and anything that they can be attached to?”
“Definitely.”
“If you could only add a couple of things to your lingerie collection, what would they be?”
“I love the look of this red and black basque,” said Helen looking through the booklet, “I’ve just got a black one from M and S but it’s not in the same league as this.”
“Great choice, it’s very comfortable, the suspender straps are removable but I don’t imagine that will be of much use to you,” said Annette with a glint in her eye.
“You’ll look good in that, you’ve got a lovely well proportioned figure, it will suit you.”
“Okay Annette, I know sales talk when I hear it,” laughed Helen.
“No, I’m not flattering you, I mean it, what I’d give for a body like yours.”
Helen felt a glow of pleasure at Annette’s compliment and she responded in kind.
“What do you mean? Look at you, you’re gorgeous and sexy, if I were a man I’d have the hots for you.”
Helen’s face flushed bright pink as she wondered what had made her say what she had just said, she felt a little confused and hoped she’d not been too familiar. Annette raised her eyebrows in mock surprise then stood up and removed her jacket. Her camisole fell over and between her breasts and showed off her toned arms and shoulders. Helen felt a rush of arousal at the sight of the woman next to her in her tight leather skirt, high stilettos, a very feminine silk and lace camisole and a toned physique.
“You don’t mind do you,” said Annette, “I was getting rather warm.”
“No, of course not,” said Helen, “it’s just us girls after all.”
“Yes, I thought that too,” said Annette ambiguously.
Helen was discomforted again and said the first thing that came to her, “Have you been going to the gym?”
“Yes, I’m glad you can tell.”
“Mmm, impressive,” said Helen, then she wondered if she was making a fool of herself again.
Annette looked deeply into Helen’s eyes and Helen felt her nipples harden. After an awkward pause, Annette struck a more business like tone.
“So the basque is a good choice, anything else?”
“Well I find my suspender belts are a bit uncomfortable at times, the clips can dig into you if you’re not careful.”
“I think I know what the problem is likely to be,” said Annette, taking a sample of a six strap suspender belt out of her case, “you see how wide the straps are, they don’t twist easily, the clips are smooth metal and there’s a padded backing so they’re not in direct contact with your skin.”
“Oh yes, they look much more comfortable.”
Annette took Helen by surprise, “let me see what you’re wearing.”
Helen looked a little startled.
“Come on, let me see, you’re almost showing your stocking tops now.”
Helen’s skirt had indeed ridden up to half way up her thighs. Almost as an involuntary action, she grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up until a suspender strap and clip was visible on each leg. She sat back on the sofa and couldn’t help giving a glimpse of her silky white panty gusset as well but she kept a tight hold of her skirt. Annette reached for the suspender clip on her left leg and took it between the thumb and fingers of her right hand, her knuckles rested on Helen’s flesh and she tucked a couple of fingers underneath the welt of her stocking.”
“Yes, you see how flimsy these are in comparison to the six strap,” Annette said this looking down at Helen’s suspenders then she raised her face and looked her in the eye.
“Would you like me to show you how comfortable I can make you?”
Helen’s heart was pounding, did Annette mean her to try on the sample suspender belt or was she seducing her? Despite the fact that Annette had a hand on her stocking clad thigh, Helen couldn’t discern her meaning, it seemed that everything she had said and every movement she had made had been nuanced or opaque, “W-well, I-er,”
“Are you nervous?” asked Annette in a soft voice, “Don’t be nervous, I won’t hurt you.”
With this she released Helen’s suspender clip and moved her warm hand up her thigh until the backs of her fingers rested against Helen’s damp, silky gusset. Helen’s breathing became ragged but she didn’t speak. Her mind was in a whirl, she thought she ought to make an effort to stop Annette but her pussy craved the touch of a real woman.
“No please don’t Annette.”
“Let go of yourself,” said Annette as she pushed her fingers inside the panty gusset and probed Helen’s pussy lips.
“No, Annette, don’t, we mustn’t.”
Annette pressed her middle finger into Helen’s cunt and ran her thumb over her clitoris, Helen still clung to the hem of her skirt.
“Oh no Annette, no, please don’t, please.”
“Oh Annette please.”
“Oh please.”
“Oh.”
Annette had her now, she leaned towards her and pushed her down onto her back along the sofa. Helen had her high heeled left foot on the floor and her right foot up on the sofa, her skirt hem stretched across the tops of her thighs. Annette lay on top of her left side leaving room to play with her pussy and did she play with her pussy? Annette’s fingers had Helen aroused beyond her wildest fantasies.
“I can tell this is your first time with a woman, don’t worry. In a while, I’m going to make you come, then I’m going to show you how I like to come with a woman.”
Annette kissed her luxuriously, when she broke the kiss, a strand of saliva still connected their lips. This was beyond what she could have imagined in her fantasies, Annette’s expert gentle manipulation of her pussy and the slow circular probing around her sweet spot sent her endorphins into overdrive. She stared up at the white ceiling and saw colourful swirling patterns, whatever Annette was doing to her, it was like a drug.
“How does it feel Helen? Could you take to this do you think?” said Annette in a sultry whisper into her left ear.
“Oh God yes, I’ve had fantasies about women but this is beyond comparison.”
Annette sat up long enough to unbutton Helen’s blouse and release the clip on her front fastening bra.
“Just lie still and enjoy the moment,” said Annette as she closed her lips over Helen’s right breast and used her tongue to tease her nipple.
Helen gasped and then squeezed her left nipple between the fingers and thumb of her left hand.
“Oh, Annette!”
“Oh my God, oh fffucckk, fffuccckkk.”
Annette switched her attentions to Helen’s right breast.
“Oh fffuck, I’m going to come.”
Annette lifted her mouth away from Helen’s breast, “No you’re not darling, not yet.”
“Oh fffuu.”
“Sit upright and open your legs for me,” said Annette as she knelt in front of her.
Helen knew what was coming and it wasn’t just her, she sat back against the sofa and spread her knees apart.
“Wait, lets get these off,”
Helen raised her pelvis up so that Annette could slip her panties off.
“Now spread your legs for me darling, that’s it, nice and wide,” said a sultry voiced Annette.
Annette leaned forward and snuggled her nose into Helen’s pubic hair, she smelled wonderful, like damp musk and warm honey. Helen waited eagerly for the first contact of Annette’s tongue on her clitoris and she wasn’t disappointed. Annette spread her cunt lips apart and licked her from her perineum, past her vaginal entrance and up along the space between her labia. Helen gave a throaty groan of delight, Annette repeated the move at least fifteen times before closing her mouth over her clit.
“Wwonnderfulll,” drawled Helen.”
“I’m going to bring you now.”
Annette kissed and sucked her clit whist slipping the fingers of her right hand inside her cunt. She found her g-spot again and Helen’s pelvis jerked forwards then backwards. Helen started to thrust but Annette’s strong left arm clamped her pelvis in place while her mouth and her right hand brought her to a climax.
“Ahhh! Ahh, Annnettte, oh, ffucckk, oh yes, yes, yessssssss, I’m commmminnnggggg.”
Helen felt the tingling arousal that had entered every cell in her body suddenly flood into the pit of her stomach and her cunt. Her nipples felt hot, her pupils rolled up under her eyelids, her head fell back, she clutched her throat and raised her pelvis off the sofa taking Annette with her.
Her orgasm was long and exhilarating, when she finished, she pulled Annette on top of her and cried into her shoulder. Her tears were tears of joy and relief.
“Wow,” said Annette eventually, “I’ve never seen anyone come like that, it’s a huge compliment.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“No, it’s okay, just seeing you come like that was enough for me.”
“No please Annette, I want to make you come, you don’t know how often I’ve fantasised about making a woman come. What do you like?”
Annette laughed gently, “Well okay darling, you’ve convinced me and I’ve a feeling I’m going to be glad that you did.”
By now, they were laying facing each other on the sofa, Annette with her back to the cushions. Helen kissed her tenderly and felt for the hem of her skirt, she found the leather material unyielding so she put her right hand under the camisole and played with Annette’s breasts and nipples. Annette groaned with pleasure but she knew what she wanted most of all.
“Let me up and I’ll take my skirt off.”
They both got up off the sofa, Annette took off her panties and camisole as well then she laid on the sofa on her back. Helen removed her blouse and bra.
“I know you haven’t done this before but you’ll never forget your first time. Slip your skirt off and get on top of me but head to toe.”
Helen knew what Annette wanted and she felt a new surge of arousal. She got on top of Annette and pulled her labia apart before burying her face in her pussy. Helen spread her legs and positioned her knees so that she could lower her pussy onto Annette’s mouth. She felt Annette’s hands on her buttocks pulling her cunt down to meet her tongue.
With mouths full of cunt, the two women made muffled groans of pleasure. Annette played with Helen’s clit expertly and soon had her contemplating another orgasm. Helen matched Annette’s moves and took very well to having another woman’s cunt in her mouth. They gradually teased each other into a high state of arousal, soft lips and supple tongues expertly explored the most sensitive areas of each other’s vulvas. Tongues lingered around vaginal openings and were forced inside to stifled squeals of delight. Teeth nibbled clitoral buttons and lips tenderly kissed cunt lips.
With her left hand, Annette took hold of the middle finger of Helen’s right hand and pulled it between her legs. Helen knew instantly what she wanted and she pushed her finger into Annette’s cunt feeling for her most sensitive spot. Annette pushed the middle finger of her left hand into herself and guided Helen’s finger to the prize. Annette immediately bucked her hips and gripped Helen’s buttocks tighter, then she placed her right hand into Helen’s hole and pressed her button. Both women started to suck and lick frantically, it was a glorious sight, two gorgeous women in heels, stockings and suspenders eating cunt until they came.
Helen had learned quickly, she licked Annette furiously now and probed her cunt with a curled finger. Annette started to come first, this set Helen off again and both women shrieked and cried their orgasms into each other’s pussies. Annette grunted and groaned into Helen and felt her legs turn to jelly as she came. Helen made little jolting staccato movements of her hips as she came for a second time. They licked each other’s pussies in the aftermath then Helen shifted her position and they embraced each other.
After a long while, they both got up and Annette got dressed. They said little to each other, Helen went up to her bedroom to put on a dressing gown and came back downstairs to hug Annette in the hallway. They fixed a date at Annette’s in a week’s time then Helen cleared up and went to bed. She hadn’t yet fallen asleep when Joe, smelling of beer and Joe, laid between her legs and fucked her to her third orgasm of the evening.
He fell asleep straight afterwards and left Helen replaying the last few hours in her head and feeling ecstatic at having lived out her fantasy of fucking and being fucked by another woman. She wondered what she should say to Joe, she imagined him asking if she had a pleasant evening with Annette and replying, “Oh yes, wonderful, we fucked each other to a standstill.”
She decided that she couldn’t tell Joe about what she had done with Annette. She had really never expected to make love to another woman outside her and Joe’s fantasies so she was still coming to terms with what had just happened and what it said about her. What did it say about her? Was she a lesbian? No, of course not, she loved sex with men too but she knew she would be fucked by a woman again, she was certain of it. She would have and would be taken by Annette again, that much was definite, and now, for the first time, she could imagine herself actually seducing other women. But she couldn’t tell Joe yet, she needed time for it to sink in, to make sense of it herself, to come to terms with being bi-sexual, yes, that was it, she’d moved on from bi-curious to bi-sexual but she still needed to understand what that meant for her. Joe’s vicarious pleasure could wait.
******************** Helen was a little distracted at work on Thursday, she was glad that most of the morning was spent in an admin meeting so she could day dream after her item on the agenda had been dealt with. She thought of nothing but Annette, she’d fixed up a date with her for the following Wednesday but she couldn’t wait that long before seeing her again. Back in her office in mid afternoon the phone rang.
“Good Afternoon, Helen Silverdale speaking, how may I help you?”
“Mmmm, how long have you got sexy lady, I’m just phoning to check that you’re okay after last night, it was some night wasn’t it? Don’t worry, I know you probably can’t talk openly. Just say ‘yes’ if you’re okay and stay silent if you’re not okay with what happened.”
“Yes, it was a revelation, I need to make another appointment with you, do you have any free time before next Wednesday?”
“Can you get away from work at lunch time?”
“Yes, tomorrow would be good for me.”
“Okay, what time can you get to my house?”
“I’ll be there by twelve fifteen but I’ll have to be back here for one o’clock, half past at a push.”
“Okay look, you sound like you need to talk so we’re not going to have sex tomorrow, we’re just going to talk.”
“Right, thank you I’ll look forward to it and I’ll bring the plans with me.”
“Clever girl, you’re going to be fine, I’ll see you tomorrow.
It was Friday, Helen had been rehearsing in her mind what she would do to Joe in the evening if she won the game of rummy that they had planned to decide who would be in control. Her plan involved mild bondage, humiliation and a pink ribbon tied to Joe’s cock. She would gag him and tease his erection whilst telling him a fantasy about her having sex with another woman. She still wasn’t ready to confess to being fucked by Annette so she would invent a scenario where she would make love on the sofa to her cousin’s wife, Julie, while Joe was tied to a chair and made to watch.
After a morning of memories of her evening with Annette and fantasies with Joe playing in her head, it was a relief to be able to see her again. Annette had just got back from the gym and looked superb in trainers, tight grey leggings and a short little pink vest that followed the contours of her large breasts and revealed a couple of inches of toned midriff. Helen looked smart and sexy in her navy blue business suit with the usual stockings and high heels.
“Hi Helen, come in darling, I’ve just got back from the gym. I’ll put the kettle on, are you hungry? I can make us a sandwich.”
“Yes please, I’m famished. You look great by the way, how many hours a week do you do at the gym?”
“Usually two sessions of about ninety minutes.”
“Well it certainly works for you.”
“Thank you, you must come along sometime, I’m sure you’d enjoy keeping that firm body in trim and I’d enjoy watching you,” said Annette with a cheeky grin.
“How are you really after the other night?”
“Oh, I’m fine, I just had to see you again to make sure it wasn’t all a dream. I mean, it was probably the best sex I’ve ever had and I’ve realised that I’m probably bi-sexual which is okay, I’m fine with it. I still love Joe dearly and I want him to know what I’ve discovered about myself because I’m sure it’ll turn him on and add a new erotic dimension to our relationship. I couldn’t discuss any of this with anyone else, that’s why I was so keen to see you.”
Annette gave Helen reassurance about her sexuality, she told her about the first time she had been with a woman.
“I was a model, nothing special, you know, the lingerie section of Littlewoods catalogues that sort of thing. It was a tough business though, I only lasted a couple of years in it, I was fucked by photographers, agents, lingerie designers and advertising executives. One of the designers was a woman. I was nineteen, she was in her early forties but she looked after me and the sex was out of this world. I lost touch with her when I stopped modelling but I’ve had girlfriends on and off since then. I married Jock because he got me pregnant in my mid twenties, it was a big mistake, he was an abusive bully. Thankfully, he treated Paula well but she could see how he was with me and she didn’t like it. She was glad to get off to uni a couple of years ago.”
“How is she, what does she think to the divorce?”
“Oh she wonders why I put up with it and didn’t leave him years ago.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“It’s complicated, his emotional bullying and manipulation stopped me from seeing clearly.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“No, it’s okay, my only outlet was emotional and sexual support from a couple of my women friends, mind you, it didn’t help matters when he caught me in bed with one of them last year.”
“Oh my God, he wasn’t violent was he?”
“No, and I was surprised, he looked defeated, but he made up for it later, I had to apply extra heavy makeup to disguise the bruises.”
The conversation turned to Helen and she was open and frank about her relationship with Joe, her desires and fantasies and her love of mild bdsm.
“I have a sideline to my lingerie business, it’s what I like to think of as the more playful end of the market.”
It was almost one fifteen as Annette opened up a case to show Helen her collection of sex aids and toys for sale.
“Would you like me to demonstrate some of this stuff for you,” grinned Annette.
“Well yes but I’ve got to get back to work now.”
“Not now love, on Wednesday. Are you up for a bit of bondage and whatever else takes your fancy?”
“God yes.”
“Well wear something accessible, like I need to tell you that, and you never know what might happen.”
Annette could see that Helen’s eyes were glued to a strap on cock.
“Hmm, I can see where your mind is going, be ready for anything and you won’t be disappointed.”
“Oh God my panties are damp now and I’ve got to get back to work.”
In the hallway, just as Helen was about to open the front door, Annette grabbed her, pushed her back against the bannister and kissed her hard, Helen responded and their tongues wrestled for half a minute before Helen broke free breathlessly.
“Wednesday! I can’t wait.”
“Me neither,” said Annette in her sultry voice.
******************** As Helen drove home at the end of the afternoon, she could hardly contain her excitement at what might lay in store for her on Friday Fun Night. She had her plan but if Joe won, she would submit to his dominance. Either way, it promised to be highly erotic given that they both wanted desperately to explore their fantasies of Helen with other women. Helen had played down her own keen interest because it gave her a hold over Joe but, in reality, she was as obsessed with it as he was.
She arrived home first, turned on the oven and put the wine in the fridge. Then she went upstairs to change out of her navy blue business suit and into a short summer dress with a flared skirt and a pretty small yellow, orange and brown flower pattern. She switched from nude to tan stockings but stayed in her white underwear and stepped into six inch high gold stilettos with thin ankle straps. She checked herself out in the mirror and was more than happy with what she saw.
Joe arrived half an hour later, his cock sprung to attention at the sight of Helen. She knew the effect she had on him when she dressed for sex and she could see the lustful longing in his eyes. It gave her a thrill to see him so obviously aroused by her. It was five forty five and he wanted to shower and change so she put their ready meals in the oven and opened a bottle of Chardonnay. It was her turn to admire him when she saw him radiant from the shower and looking so very masculine with his wide shoulders and beautifully shaped buttocks in a pale blue shirt and dark brown chinos.
By the time they had eaten and cleared up it was six thirty, still a little too early for candles to be lit, so Helen suggested that they should play the best of five rounds of rummy. The cards fell for Joe in the first two games and Helen had begun to think that he would extend his winning streak to six weeks. Then fortune intervened and turned the cards in her favour. She won the next two games and it went to the final hand. They were both desperate to win so that they could feel the erotic gratification of being in control and dictate the pace and content of their dirty fantasies.
Helen felt nervous to the pit of her stomach, she was waiting for an ace of diamonds or a seven or jack of hearts to turn up. She knew that Joe needed one or maybe two cards to win. His face lit up as he picked up the four of clubs that she discarded and she was convinced that he would lay his winning hand on the table. She couldn’t believe her eyes, instead of declaring a winning hand, he placed the ace of diamonds on the pile. She slowly and seductively picked up the ace, discarded her unwanted card and lay her winning hand under his nose.
Joe’s heart sank, he’d lost, would she pick up where they left off last week with fantasies of the women she’d masturbated about or would she close that subject down. Helen left him contemplating defeat as she closed the curtains and lit the candles.
“You lost lover boy, now you’re my slave and I’m going to torment your poor unfortunate cock. Get up and stand here.”
As Joe got up and stood in the middle of the lounge, Helen strolled over and opened one of the drawers beneath the bookcase. She pulled out several lengths of soft red bondage rope, a black velvet blindfold, a ball gag on a leather strap and a length of pink ribbon. Joe’s cock started to swell with anticipation; she stood about three feet in front of him.
“Take all of your clothes off now, and don’t speak unless I tell you to.”
Joe did as he was told and stood naked with a semi erection hinting at the eventual size of his large full erection.
“What’s this? You’re not showing me proper respect, get on your knees.”
Helen walked slowly behind him, everything she did was done with measured, provocative movements. She knelt on one knee and tied his hands behind his back then strapped on the ball gag.
“Get up.”
She moved around in front of him and stood sexily with her legs slightly apart and her weight on her left leg, the pink ribbon was stretched between her hands which she held up in front of her breasts. She tied one end of the ribbon to the end of his cock in a tight bow, as she did so, he reached full hardness.
“That’s better but you will still be punished for your poor performance earlier.”
She poured herself another glass of wine and made him lie on his back on the long coffee table. She sat close by on the sofa and took hold of the the other end of the ribbon and tugged at it periodically as she drank her wine. It turned Joe on immensely, the ribbon was tied just under the glans of his penis and each tug felt like exquisite but slightly painful masturbation. She enjoyed watching his arousal.
“How does that feel slave? I bet it’s turning you on.”
He gave a groan of pleasure.
“I’m considering sitting here and tugging this ribbon until you ooze come to the tip of your cock, it would be excruciating wouldn’t it? All of your warm spunk trapped in your balls and shaft with no release, the mix of pain and pleasure, mmmm what an enticing prospect.”
Joe grunted with trepidation, she was considering making the leap from teasing to masochism, it aroused him even more.
“But no, I’ve got other plans for you. You must be punished, there’s no getting away from it.”
She stood up at the end of the table closest to his feet and pulled on the ribbon. He rose onto his feet and she led him with the ribbon to stand next to the sofa under the window where, underneath one of the cushions, was his old table tennis bat. He shivered as he watched her calmly take hold of the bat and sit down on the sofa. She pointed to her stocking clad thighs where she had deliberately let her dress ride up to expose her suspender straps and pale flesh.
“Here, over my knees you disobedient slave.”
She gathered up the ribbon and bent him over her knees, tucking his erect cock with its pink ribbon between her thighs. He felt the arousing sensation of her nylons rubbing against his trapped shaft. They had an agreement that they wouldn’t inflict pain without permission. They had so far never ventured down that avenue so this was a first. She asked him, “Are you going to object to my method of punishment slave?”
He shook his head and waited for the painful smack of the bat across his buttocks.
“This is to teach you to always be erect in my presence.”
He lay with his head to her left and his feet touching the floor to her right so that she could use her right hand. She raised the bat and brought it down hard on his right buttock, the sound of the loud slap was followed by his cry of pain. She repeated the punishment on his left buttock then slowly alternated right then left. It stung at first and his eyes watered but as she got to around the tenth stroke on each buttock, he began to feel a warm sensual glow. She carried on for another ten strokes on each side, she loved the feel of his hard shaft between her thighs as it rubbed against her stockings with each smack. She was also highly aroused but disguised it well.
“Get up, we’re not finished yet slave.”
As he rose to his feet she noticed several small drops of his come on her calves. He’d had a muted orgasm, the tight ribbon had prevented a proper release. She was thrilled at this, her pussy clenched and she felt powerful and completely in control.
She got up and slinked toward the lounge door in her six inch stilettos, pulling him behind her, bound and gagged, by the pink ribbon attached to his cock. She picked up the blindfold and led him out into the hallway then up the stairs. He watched her beautiful arse and the flared skirt of her dress sway enticingly from side to side as she climbed the stairs ahead of him. He could see the perfect profile of her breasts taut against the fitted bodice of the dress.
She led him into the bedroom, his buttocks still stinging but sensually warm after the punishment exacted on him.
“Lie down on your back.”
He laid down on the bed and she quickly tied his ankles then his knees together. The she slipped sexily out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She unclipped her bra and let her breasts fall like perfect teardrops. She wriggled out of her panties, stepped out of the dress strewn around her ankles and laid on his right next to him on the bed. The pink ribbon was still tied tightly to the end of his erect cock, it was slightly painful but highly erotic.
She tied the blindfold around his head and loosened the gag.
“Now I’m going to make you beg for what you can’t have.”
He emitted a soft grunt at the prospect of being teased mercilessly.
“We’re going to play a game, I’m going to ask you which women you think I’ve fucked in my fantasies and, every time you get one right, I’m going to bring you close to orgasm then leave you begging for it, if you get it wrong, I’ll pull the ribbon hard until it feels like your cock is being wrenched off, so you lose both ways. Let’s start, I’ve told you about Linda, Sue and Julie so they don’t count, who else do you think turns me on?”
After a pause, he blurted out the name of her bridesmaid, “Cheryl.”
“Clever slave.”
She kissed the purple tip of his fettered erect cock then stroked her thumb and fingers up and down the shaft until his head arched back and he began to groan then she stopped abruptly. He gave an anguished cry as his emerging orgasm was stopped in its tracks.
She toyed with the ribbon whilst whispering into his right ear, “I’ve had her many times in my fantasies, me in my wedding dress and her touching my pussy after helping to reattach a suspender clip.”
“Mmmhhh.”
“Who else?”
“Mandy, the receptionist at the college.”
“No slave.”
She tugged hard on the ribbon in a downwards direction so that he felt like his cock would snap. He gave quick gasp of pain.
“Naughty slave, you obviously want to fuck her but I’ll punish you for that another time. Who else?”
He hesitated, fearing another jolt of discomfort, “Brenda, your hairdresser.”
“Wrong again slave,” she tugged on the ribbon again and he let out another breath of pain.
“I’m enjoying this, who else slave, who else do you think turns me on in my fantasy bed?”
“Lynn.”
“My boss Lynn?”
“Yes.”
He braced himself for more pain but he’d got it right.
“Well done slave.”
She sucked the head of his penis while masturbating the shaft rapidly, after about a minute his pelvis began to thrust upwards. She stopped immediately, he felt more aroused than he could remember at the exquisite combination of a stifled orgasm a throbbing pain at the tip of his cock.
“One more chance slave, who else?”
He thought for a moment, “That girl you used to play tennis with?”
“Sexy little Joanne?”
“Yes.”
“Well done again slave, I’ll spare you any more punishment for now because I’m really horny and I want you to eat my cunt.”
Helen was relieved that he hadn’t mentioned Annette, she would have denied it if he had. She also hoped she would never feel the need to reveal her lust for Elaine, her eighteen year old next door neighbour.
She helped Joe to the end of the bed so that he could kneel between her legs while she laid on her back with her six inch stilettos planted on the floor. He was still blindfolded and bound at his wrists, knees and ankles. She opened her pussy lips and guided his head between her legs, pressing his face into her cunt. He gave her a superb licking and sucking. She was intensely turned on so he paced it so that she didn’t come too soon. The sounds she made gave voice to her increasing arousal, he gauged it perfectly as her pelvis shuddered and juddered to orgasm under the influence of his clever lips and tongue.
“Oh God! That was awesome, I want your cock now, get up and lie on the bed slave.”
He did as he was told and she untied the pink ribbon that she had used to control his cock, then she lowered her cunt onto his solid shaft. She knew he wouldn’t last long but, fortunately, she was so turned on by having him trussed up and unable to move that she knew she could come again quickly. She squeezed her left nipple between the thumb and fingers of her left hand and reached down to touch her clitoris with her right hand.
She rode him energetically, thrusting her supple pelvis so that her cunt sheathed his cock in a warm muscular massage that made him come almost instantly. He groaned a low guttural sound from deep inside his throat and she followed him with a thrashing orgasm that made her groin and the inside of her thighs tingle. A gush of come left her cunt and washed over his balls. She moved further up his body and, with her knees on his shoulders, commanded him to lick her clean.
She untied his knees and ankles and removed the blindfold but left his hands tied behind his back because she wanted to stay in control as she pressed him on how he would feel about her taking a woman as a lover.
“Jesus Helen, that was unbelievable, where did you get those gloriously filthy ideas from?”
“My imagination lover boy, I’ll have to give you a guided tour more often.”
“I feel as though we’ve gone to a whole new level in the past two weeks.”
“Well, if that’s the case, are you prepared to take it even further? How would you feel if I actually had sex with a woman?”
“What you mean a threesome?”
“Well perhaps, eventually but no, I mean me taking a woman as a lover? You’ve been extremely turned on in the last two weeks by fantasies of me being with a woman, how would you feel if I actually did it in reality?”
“Fuck, I’d love it, is that what you want to do?”
She could see his cock hardening at the thought of it.
“I was going to say give me an honest answer but your penis has already spoken for you.”
“God, the thought of it, it’s a huge turn on.”
“Imagine, I could tell you all about what we get up to in bed while I watch you masturbate.”
“Mmmm, yes, and you might let me watch with her sometimes?”
“Would you like that?”
“Fuck yes, I’d be in heaven.”
“Maybe we could tie you up and make you watch your wife being taken by another woman.”
“God I hope you’re serious about this and not just winding me up.”
“I’m deadly serious.”
Joe’s cock was now rock hard and standing proud of his abdomen at a forty five degree angle.
“Untie me, I want to fuck you now.”
“Not yet, lover boy, I want you so desperate that you can’t think straight,” she smiled.
“Prick tease.”
“I know.”
“How will you go about it, I mean who will you… you know, proposition?”
“Well let’s not rush into it, I’d need to be absolutely sure, I’m not going to proposition a woman unless I’m sure she wants to be seduced. This could take some time, can you suggest anyone? What about one of those vixens that works with you? Wendy seems the adventurous type and she’s hot.”
“I’d rather it wasn’t one of my work colleagues, especially Wendy, she couldn’t keep a secret to save her life.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll find someone discreet for you to watch making love to me. Anyway, I’m in charge tonight and I’ve decided you can fuck me now.”
She untied his wrists and he shafted her until they both came again. This time, she told him her fantasy of him being tied up and made to watch her and her cousin’s wife Julie kissing and fondling on a sofa. When she suggested that it would be the nearest thing to incest that he would ever see, he came loud and hard switching the fantasy in his mind to him fucking her sister; not something he would ever dare confess.
As she lay drifting off to sleep, she felt uneasy that she hadn’t been entirely honest with Joe. She needed to speak to Annette to see whether she would agree to revealing their relationship to him.
******************** It was Saturday morning and Joe had gone to get a slow puncture in one of his car tyres dealt with. Helen couldn’t wait until Wednesday to speak to Annette, however convinced she was that Joe would be completely delighted and aroused by their recent intimacy, and she was convinced, she needed to make him aware of it as soon as possible.
Wearing tight jeans, trainers and a tight fitting jumper, she looked highly desirable as she made her way to Annette’s house five doors away. Annette was about to set off for the gym and also looked very desirable in her fitness attire.
“Oh Annette, I’m glad I’ve caught you, have you got a minute?”
“Yes, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing’s wrong as such but I need to talk to you about Joe.”
Annette listened to Helen as she told her about her agreement with Joe that she could take a woman as a lover and how she felt deceitful because she more or less already had. She needed to be honest with him and tell him as soon as possible, and she felt that couldn’t see Annette any more if she wouldn’t agree to Helen being open with him about their emerging affair. When she had finished, Annette spoke to her calmly and thoughtfully.
“I agree that it would be best to avoid having secrets from your husband and I want very much to take you as a lover. Opportunities like this don’t come along for me very often at my age, I’m nearly twenty years older than you so it can’t last forever but I want to make the most of it while I can.”
“No, look at you Annette, you’re in your prime.”
“It’s kind of you to say so darling. Look, if Joe really is turned on by the prospect of you being taken by a woman, why don’t we give him a treat? How about planning a very special ‘reveal’ for him next Friday? It’s your fun night and from what you said, he’ll be pumped up and ready to enjoy your girl on girl fantasies. Let’s make it real for him. Give me some time to think it through and we’ll make plans when you come round on Wednesday.”
“God, I love the sound of that, fuck yes.”
“You haven’t forgotten that I’m going to demonstrate some of my toys on Wednesday?”
“Mmmm, I can’t wait, I’ll be your toy if you like.”
“That was my intention,” said Annette with a lascivious smile.
Joe was so aroused by what had happened last Friday night and by the prospect of Helen actually having sex with a woman that he masturbated on Monday evening when Helen was late home from work after dropping in to see her mother on the way home. He also masturbated on Thursday evening while Helen was at her aqua aerobics class, and he fucked her in bed every night, including on Wednesday after, unbeknown to him, she had been ‘ravaged’ by Annette.
Joe had gone out for a drink with his mates as usual on Wednesday, he left the house at seven fifteen and Helen went straight up to their bedroom to change for Annette. She picked out a tight white mini skirt that finished six inches above her knees and a pale yellow short sleeved fitted top with a plunging neckline. Underneath the skirt and visible in outline, she wore a white four strap suspender belt with nude stockings. She decided to forgo both bra and panties, her breasts were firm and perfectly shaped and her erect nipples poked against the material of her top leaving two beautiful mounded points.
She stepped into her gold strapped, six inch stilettos and waited a few minutes until it had got a little darker outside then she put on her long coat and, with only her feet and ankles on show, walked the fifty yards up the road to Annette’s. She was sure that Annette would be impressed but as the front door opened, Helen’s heart missed a beat. Standing in front of her, dressed in a tight black leather outfit, black leather ankle boots and black leather gloves was Annette. She looked very sexy but severe with her hair gelled and combed back. Then Helen noticed the black riding crop in her right hand and gave a little shiver, but that was nothing compared to the jolt of arousal and the trickle of pussy fluid that ran into her stocking tops when she noticed the bulge beneath Annette’s tight leather trousers.
She stepped into the hallway and the front door swung shut behind her. Her long coat was unbuttoned and fell open to reveal her mini skirted thighs with their suspender traces and her hard nipples; Annette was very impressed. The contrast between a short skirt and a long coat always had her aroused and this time was no exception.
Annette pushed her up against the door with the riding crop in the middle of her chest. Then she pinned her wrists over her head with her strong gloved left hand, with her gloved right hand she held the riding crop under Helen’s chin and told her that she was going to fuck her. She discarded the riding crop, raised the hem of Helen’s mini skirt and grabbed her pussy. Before Helen could react, two leather clad fingers were inside her wet hole.
“I see you’re ready for me,” said Annette’s before pushing her tongue into Helen’s mouth.
Helen came up for air, “Oh! Oh! Annnnetttte, fuuckk.”
She could feel the strap on cock pressing into her right hip as Annette continued to finger her.
“No, no stop please, I’ll come too soon.”
“You’ll come when I decide and you’ll keep coming as long as I want you to. Take your coat off.”
Annette pulled her over to the bannister where Helen noticed bondage rope already prepared. Annette lifted her arms high above her head and tied her wrists to the bannister. She was almost on tip toes in her six inch stilettos. Annette’s ankle boot heels were three inches high so the difference in height between the two pairs of heels put Helen’s pussy was at just the right height. Annette unzipped her fly and let her strap on cock spring out, it looked longer and thicker to Helen than it had when she’d seen it previously.
“This is a new cock, I bought it just for you, we’re going to find out if you can take eight inches”
“Fuck me, fuck me with it, I want it.”
“It’s going to stretch you but you’ll never want me to take it out.”
Annette smeared lubricant onto the cock in a salacious manner as though she was slowly masturbating it then she opened Helen’s cunt hole with the fingers of her left hand and guided the cock in with her right hand. The huge false cock penetrated Helen forcing her cunt walls apart until it reached her cervix. Once inside and sure that Helen could take it, Annette thrust into her and fucked her. She lifted Helen’s top and squeezed and massaged her breasts and nipples as she did so. She pushed her tongue into her mouth again and Helen opened her legs wider to accommodate the large cock, it had a protrusion on the top of the base that rubbed against her clitoris.
Helen glanced at the full length mirror on the wall opposite and saw the hugely arousing sight of Annette’s leather clad shapely buttocks thrusting into her, it tipped her over the edge and she came with a powerful orgasm, she managed to stay upright only because she was tethered to the bannister.
Annette untied her, “We’re not finished yet, come with me.”
With the huge strap on cock still protruding from her fly, she pulled Helen into the lounge and pushed her face down onto the sofa. She tied her hands behind her back then she lifted her buttocks up so that she was on her knees and she entered her from behind. Helen was taken completely by surprise as her body rocked back and forth to Annette’s thrusting movements. With her right hand, Annette reached around Helen’s hips and stimulated her clitoris. Helen’s face was buried sideways in a cushion, she was on her knees and her cunt was exposed and being pounded by Annette. She felt a second orgasm building in her cunt and radiating throughout her body, she came again with a loud squeal followed by breathless grunts.
Annette sat Helen up on the sofa and left her hands tied behind her back then she pushed her top up and went to work on her breasts with her mouth and tongue. She circled her erect nipples with her tongue then sucked on them alternately. Helen felt arousing sensations travelling all the way down her abdomen into her pussy. It tingled and craved more attention, she didn’t have to wait long, Annette had the fingers of her gloved right hand inside her again. Helen opened her legs wider and Annette reached for a large vibrator from the coffee table.
“This is new as well, it’s my best seller, it’ll take you to places you can only imagine,” said Annette as she pushed it slowly into Helen’s cunt.
It was much larger than her own vibrator and it filled her up.
“No, no please Annette, don’t switch it on please, I can’t come again, please don’t try to make me.”
Annette pressed the on switch and the vibrator hummed into life.
“No please don’t, I can’t, I can’t.”
The large beast was working well within itself and already seemed more comfortable and stimulating than Helen’s old device. Annette turned up the power to half way.
“Oh no Annette, please don’t, it’ll be ages before I can come agggaainn, oh Goddd, it’s heaven, fffucckkk, please don’t, please don’t, stop, please don’t stop.”
Annette turned it up a little further, it was still below full power but it had Helen in its grip, she’d never felt such sensations before, it amazed her that she was building towards her third orgasm in fifteen minutes. In Annette’s expert hands, the vibrator took Helen to another delightful climax.
Annette was so turned on by now that she badly needed to come so she removed her leather jacket and trousers and the strap on cock then untied Helen’s hands and told her to strip naked. Annette sat on the sofa and opened her legs and watched the gorgeous Helen take her clothes off then Helen knelt down in front of her and buried her face in her pussy.
The feel of Helen’s warm wet tongue sweeping around her labia was divine, she’d waited for this, she loved being eaten by women and this woman was proving to be very very good at it. Helen’s tongue slipped inside the entrance to her hole. She groaned with arousal, Helen licked her perineum several times and Annette gave a loud guttural groan. Then Helen’s tongue swept up through the valley between her labia and circled her clitoris. Annette arched her back and pushed her cunt into Helen’s face. Helen responded by slipping the long middle finger of her right hand up inside Annette’s vagina and finding her sweet spot, Annette gasped and reached down for her clitoris with her right hand. Helen pushed her hand away and covered her clitoris with her lips.