by Lainey Fox
“Good night honey,” he said sleepily, before she relaxed into oblivion against his side, all her muscles going limp.
He lay for a while planning their next ménage with Dr. James Johnson, and dreamed about what lovely sights and sounds would be encountered this time. The man he left the pleasing of his wife to, in his own lack, was capable of drawing responses from her that Jonathan had never even considered possible, and he was creative as hell. Jonathan had learned more from watching Ellie with James these past months than he had in a lifetime watching porn
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Dr. James Johnson, head ER physician and women’s health specialist, walked out of the curtained cubicle toward Ellie and Jonathan Brown with a huge smile on his face. Jonathan watched her shiver as the doctor stopped to strip off his latex gloves and sterilize his hands at a hand sanitizing station, her eyes fixated on that activity. She still responded to the other man as though the three of them had not shared three months of steamy sex already, and a slowly blossoming friendship where three intelligent minds came together over dinners and lazy brunches.
One of the things Jonathan had learned about recently was the concept of polyamory, having multiple partners. To him it made perfect sense, given that he just could not satisfy Ellie’s ravenous sexual appetite, and was not selfish so as to prevent her pleasure.
Instead, he had chosen Dr. Johnson as a sexual partner for her when they met a while ago, when he sensed the chemistry between the two, their agreement being that Jonathan got to watch and masturbate while his wife got fucked senseless in every creative way possible.
It aroused him more than he had imagined, and gave him hard-ons like never before.
Since they had stepped onto this path, Jonathan had actually managed to have sex with her, as well as giving her orgasms in his tender ministrations to her body after she had been with James. They were having lunch now, to discuss their next get-together for Ellie’s pleasing, and Ellie’s request caught Jonathan a little off-guard.
“Baby, I want to have a night with James alone, but I won’t deny you your pleasure, I will video it for you so that we can watch it together. Just once, please?” Her voice was soft, and she seemed to doubt that his response would be favorable, and while he frowned, she reached for his hand. “If this makes you uncomfortable, I won’t argue.” She added.
Jonathan looked from Ellie to James, whose face was concerned for him, and answered his wife, “I don’t know if I am comfortable with that, are there any other options?”
James took his chance, and with a devilish expression on his ebony dark face, added his idea.
“I will not do anything that renders you as uncomfortable as you now seem, so here is my idea. I have a new sensation for Ellie to experience, and have access to an abandoned part of the hospital, an unused operating theatre that has a viewing pavilion behind solid one-way glass. You will see and hear everything, but be in a separate room. What do you think?”
This idea made Jonathan smile.
“Oh now that I can go for, seriously appealing. Thank you James, I am sorry if it offends that I am not ready to relinquish Ellie completely to a night alone with you.”
He felt truly apologetic, but simply was not comfortable. He had no intention of emotions getting involved in their agreement, it was purely for sex. James shook his head.
“I actually agree with you, it is not what we originally agreed to, and would be inappropriate. One risks emotional attachment in an unhealthy way perhaps by doing that, and you two are after all married.”
Ellie sat pouting at them both, but didn’t argue, Jonathan knew she loved him and would see the logic in both him and James’s decisions.
“So, Saturday night then?” Jonathan said smiling.
James nodded, and Ellie blushed, and they all parted ways to head home.
2
On Saturday night, Jonathan took Ellie’s hand as they walked down a long dimly lit corridor toward the place where James would meet them. He had given them directions, and a key to a door from outside the building which nobody else used.
Even Jonathan felt creeped out by the darkness, the old, yet still sterile hospital smell, and the aura of neglect that lingered here, the air was cold on their skins as they walked in silence, hearing the far-off sounds of other activity. They saw a bright light ahead, and heard sounds, as well as James’s voice.
“Hey, that you Jonathan? Ellie?”
Jonathan swallowed his discomfort and took a deep breath, “Yes James, it’s just us.”
When they got to the door and looked in, Ellie gasped.
“No. Oh fuck no.”
Before them stood an old operating theatre, the bright light focused on the gynecologists chair standing right in the beam, there were leather restraints at the hand rests, the headrest and on the stirrups. He saw the leather was cracked with age in places and shivered. Beside it stood a steel table laden with a black battery-like box, and several items Jonathan did not recognize. James wore green surgical scrubs and his shoes were covered in theatre socks in the same green drape fabric.
“He has only ever provided you with incredible pleasure, why are you suddenly so terrified?” Jonathan asked Ellie, pulling her to face James.
She looked desperately up at him.
“Are you seeing this?” She whispered. “Look at what I am supposed to walk into! It’s a scene straight from a horror movie!”
Jonathan grinned, “And I bet you are wet with anticipation, aren’t you?”
They both looked toward James, who smiled at Ellie.
“Well young lady, the doctor is waiting for you,” he said firmly, gesturing to the chair. “Jonathan, come this way,” he directed him to a door beside a panel of mirror-like glass, and into a room with a large comfortable visitors’ armchair.
Jonathan smiled when he saw the lube, paper towel, and even a bottle of red wine and a glass.
“How long have you been planning this James?” He chuckled.
James gave him a sidelong glance and wiped his brow.
“I have had this fantasy for a while, involving this theatre and a hot young thing on that chair right there, even the idea of being watched came to mind a few times…” He trailed off, and Jonathan saw his arousal, obvious to all.
“Well, have fun, and I will be here watching.”
Ellie stood waiting beside the chair; hands twisted in front of her, and then with a sly grin, walked up to the one-way glass.
“I bet you can’t wait to see that big black cock fuck me?” She said, clearly so that Jonathan heard every word. “I bet you can’t wait to see that giant of a man do unspeakable things to your wife can you?”
Jonathan swallowed the lump that was sitting in his throat, and nodded, knowing full well she could not see him. He was growing stiff in his pants, and when he looked at Ellie’s face she was smiling, and winked at him.
James spoke from behind her, “You sure he wants to be spoken to like that little lady?” He asked.
Ellie turned to face him, “Yes, he is curious about verbal humiliation, and it’s going to take me a while to get to that, but a little taunting might be fun for now.”
At the chair, James smiled.
“Okay, up to you two. Now I want you to strip down to your bra and panties, and then come and sit down over here for me,” he patted the chair’s seat.
Jonathan watched as Ellie untied the wrap of her dress and let it fall to the sterile, white tiled floor, then sit on the edge of the chair. He could see goose flesh on her arms from his view point, and chuckled at her nerves. She was so highly strung that she nearly jumped out of her seat when James reached for the wrist cuffs to restrain her hands to the armrests. The clinks of the metal on the cuffs echoed through the theatre, and even Jonathan shivered again, it really was a scene from some kinky horror movie.
As soon as Ellie sat buckled at the wrists, James moved to stand at the head rest, and pressed her head back onto the soft leather pad, pulled a leather strap across h
er forehead, and buckled that also. Ellie now could not move her arms or her head, and Jonathan saw the rise of panic in her eyes.
He watched James pick up an old fashioned remote, and when he pushed a lever, the chair automatically began to recline, just like a dentist’s chair. Ellie squealed, but could do nothing to prevent the movement, while Jonathan sat mesmerized, he could not look away as she wiggled in the restraints.
James replaced the remote on the table and picked up Ellie’s legs one at a time, buckling her knees to the stirrups he placed them in. He stroked Ellie’s thighs as he moved, and then spoke.
“Do you know that the theatre we are in used to be used to perform sterilizations on psychiatric patients Ellie? Years ago… It was the operating theatre for an old asylum. Of course we don’t do that anymore, not here. It would be too barbaric, but you, you are now buckled into a chair you can’t escape from, and completely at my mercy. You know, they would sometimes not give the patients anesthetic, some doctors really liked the screaming…”
He used scissors to cut through the middle of her bra, and then snipped the panties at each hip, letting them fall away to dangle against the seat bottom.
“I am going to use something on you that I bought a few days ago while doing some online shopping for these play times of ours, I think you might just like it.” He picked up a small white item, shaped like an egg, but with a flared base and a wire attached to it. “This s a small butt plug, but it’s no ordinary butt plug, it is connected to an electrical source. It will fit nice and snugly in your tight little ass, and then I will find a setting that makes you feel little tingles and twitches.”
Jonathan watched him apply lube to it, Ellie’s gaze transfixed on the little item.
She opened her mouth, “I have never had anything in there, you know, or done anything anal…” She said softly, nervously.
James laughed, “First time for everything.”
He laid the plug aside and wiped his fingers on a paper towel before picking up a set of gloves and snapping them on. Then Jonathan watched as he squeezed a little lube onto his index finger, and reach for Ellie’s tightly puckered pink hole.
She bit her bottom lip when he slid the massive finger along the cleft of her buttocks, and then placed it right at the opening of her ass. He pushed until the top knuckle of his finger was snugly inside her, and then thrust it in and out a few times.
“That’s so nice and tight, God, imagine fucking that tight little ass, has your husband never done that pretty lady?” He asked, his voice husky.
Ellie tried to shake her head ‘no’.
He removed his finger, turned and picked up the plug, and before Ellie could protest, pushed it suddenly into her. He adjusted the position and tugged to make sure it was secure, and then Jonathan saw him reach for the big black box. James plugged in a cable, and turned a knob.
Jonathan heard Ellie squeak and saw her jump on the table, and he smiled, perhaps he should play with her ass while he fucked her? He rubbed his erection through his pants and sat back to enjoy the show. James was fiddling with dials while Ellie lay writhing on the table, and then he picked up a thin metal item.
He reached it toward Ellie and touched it to her clit, making her jump again, “This is a probe for women, and it also carries a mild current, not painful, just stimulating…”
He touched it to her sex in various spots, each time eliciting the same response, a squeal and little jump.
“How is that plug feeling Ellie?” He asked, running a hand over the pale skin of her thigh.
Ellie gasped her breaths, “Intense… Nice… I don’t know…”
She is clearly enjoying that, Jonathan thought, pulling his cock from his pants and stroking it as it turned granite hard in his hand.
In the theatre he saw James open the lips of Ellie’s sex and touch the small ‘wand’ type probe to her clit, and hold it there while she moaned and squirmed. While Jonathan sat stroking himself, he watched as James taped the probe to Ellie’s leg, holding it in position pointed onto her clit while he pulled his pants down. Every single time Jonathan saw that cock the sheer size confounded him, it was huge, almost the size of his own forearm. The fact that it fit inside Ellie alone amazed him.
He watched James place the head of it at Ellie’s sex, where beads of moisture glistened on the satin soft lips. When he tilted his hips and slowly started pushing into her, she convulsed under the overstimulation of all the sensation.
From his vantage point Jonathan could clearly see the muscles of her sex twitch around James. She rolled her head from side to side, gripped the hand rests under her fingers, and came almost instantly. Her toes curled, and James continued thrusting, slowly at first, but speeding up. Jonathan watched him turn up the intensity of the current running through both the plug and the wand, and saw how Ellie’s eyes widened. She came repeatedly, screaming as she eventually spurted liquid against James’s shirt and leaving it running down the seat under her. James stopped moving and groaned, his head falling back as he came.
“Oh fuck,” was all Jonathan heard from him over Ellie’s own incoherent sounds of ecstasy.
His own release where he sat watching was intensely satisfying, and he made sure not to mess up his clothing. After, as he sat back in the chair to catch his breath, his pants neatly fastened again, he watched while James removed the wand from Ellie, and pulled the plug out of her ass.
“Ouch!” She exclaimed loudly when he did that, all her muscles having tightened around the little toy.
James rubbed her ass to relax it, and then started to unbuckle her from the chair. She sat up and rubbed her forehead where the strap had sat, and then her wrists. When James freed her legs she swung them down and sat looking mildly dazed.
“Is that true, what you said about the theatre?” She asked, looking around her.
James nodded, “It is, all of it.”
Ellie shuddered, and then stood to pick up her dress and put it on, her legs shaking.
“Thanks, that was different, I really enjoyed that plug-thing. It’s an amazing sensation, my whole body feels a bit shaky now.”
James was dressed and leaned closer to give her a kiss.
“I am glad, I like using that toy I think… I will have to buy more attachments.” He laughed when he saw Ellie’s expression of expectant horror.
“It’s fun stuff, I am having a blast,” he continued.
Ellie started walking toward Jonathan, who was standing in the doorway.
“That was quite a show guys,” he said, utterly relaxed, a glass of wine in his hand.
“Hmm, we should definitely do something like that again,” James said, tidying up while Ellie and Jonathan stood in the doorway.
All three of them eventually left the room, and James walked them to a nearby door, said goodbye, and then said he was going to pack up all his stuff to take home. Ellie and Jonathan drove home, with her curled up on the seat.
“I might be all kinds of sore in fun places tomorrow,” she said sleepily from her seat.
Jonathan reached for her hand, “I will massage you, nurse you and make it better my love.”
3
Back at home Jonathan poured glasses of wine for them and placed them on the kitchen counter while Ellie sat down gingerly on one of the stools.
“Why don’t we have a hot bath? It might help for a few of the aches,” he asked her, moving to put a hand on her back.
Ellie nodded and lay her head against his shoulder, “I’d like that.”
Jonathan took their wine with him when they walked to the bathroom, and turned the faucets beside the large tub to let steaming water run into it. He poured fragrant oil under the stream and inhaled the scent of lilies and roses while Ellie undressed. He went to help her, and ran his fingertips across the skin of her chest, gently teasing her nipples. She moaned softly under his touch before bending to test the water by sticking her hand into the bubbles.
The bathroom was one of Jonathan’s favorite parts
of the house and he had worked very hard to provide for them, with its majestic sunken oval tub and rugs, all in soft blue, haphazardly covering the floor around it. The basins were a matching oval shape, set in a counter of dark wood in front of a mirror the size of half the wall. Towels hung close by over an ornate rail, and bottles of body wash stood on the side of the tub.
He watched as she stepped into the water and sank back against the side of the tub where he had placed a rolled towel for her head, closing her eyes and almost disappearing into the cloud of bubbles around her. He sat down facing her and relaxed his own head back too,
“Ellie, did you enjoy tonight?” He asked her, running his foot up her leg.
