by Bridy McAvoy
He held her roughly in place, pinning her body with his own as he swiftly pulled the two ties at her hips, as if he was pulling a ripcord on a parachute. She almost screamed in passion as the two separated halves of fabric slowly fluttered down her stocking-clad legs, leaving her entirely nude except for the stockings.
“Is this what you want?”
He whispered in her ear as he used his own legs to force hers even wider apart and then she felt one of his hands release his hold on her and drop to his fly. The sound of the zip descending echoed in her ears as she panted for breath, illogically sure that it could even be heard by her watcher.
“Yes… Oh, yes!” as she felt his newly freed member pressing against the crack of her bum. Slowly, he used his hand to move the rigid burning flesh lower until it was poised at the entrance to her overheated pussy.
“Now!” she screamed as he began to ease it gently into the wet open folds of her love channel.
He drove upward into her, burying his already rock hard length fully into her with one thrust. She came instantly and her hips churned in ecstasy on his impaling phallus. His body held her in an upright position, her breasts still mashed into the glass, or she would have fallen. After a few seconds he began to smoothly thrust in and out of her, establishing a rhythm that was at the same time familiar and brand new to her.
“Oh, God!… Oh, God!” she was screaming in her passion now and it seemed to both of them that she was cumming continuously. Such intense overwhelming stimulation would not be denied and, before more than another minute had passed, she felt her husband thrust all the way into her one more time and then stop. His thrust was almost so strong that her feet left the ground; in fact, she was on tiptoes as she felt the first stupendous stream of cum hit the walls of her vagina. She came again, there was no stopping it. Finally spent, he pulled out of her and she collapsed into a heap on the carpeted floor, totally drained by the experience. Smiling down at her, he reached over, and this time she did not object as he pulled the drapes firmly closed.
Unseen by either participant, only one of whom even suspected their presence, Lizzie and Phil closed down the camera, dismantled the tripod and made their way hand in hand back to their own yard before disappearing into their house.
Chapter 4
The following morning Carol, not needed in work that day, took the chance of a lie-in. Before going to sleep the night before, she and Peter had made love again and, indeed, yet again this morning before he left for work. Felling replete and at ease with herself, she laid on top of the bed naked, luxuriating in the memories of the intense experience of the night before. The sudden incessant trill of the phone beside the bed disturbed her reveries. She answered it to a familiar voice.
“Come on, lazy bones, have you forgotten? You’re supposed to be round here to tell me all about it over coffee. Hop to it, sweetie. See you in thirty minutes. I want to hear all about it.”
Lizzie’s voice penetrated her musings and she sat up hurriedly but, before she could reply, her fun-loving neighbor had rung off leaving her staring at a dead phone.
Hurriedly dressing, she threw on the first matching set of underwear she could find—a salmon pink satin set and topped this off with a white blouse and a knee length beige skirt. Flat shoes completed the outfit and she was brushing her hair vigorously before the thought that she was responding to an instruction rather than an invitation crossed her mind.
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Literally twenty-eight minutes later, she found herself about to ring Lizzie’s front door bell when the door itself opened and Lizzie pulled her into a friendly hug just inside the door.
Even before they had reached the kitchen Lizzie was firing questions at her neighbor.
“Well, did you enjoy it?”
“Well, yes… I think we both did, Peter and me that is.”
“I think we all did!” Lizzie told her with a straight face confirming to Carol that indeed she had been watched. Carol blushed as the reality sunk in.
“We?”
“Okay, of course, I couldn’t exclude Phil now, could I? We especially enjoyed the preliminary show you put on.”
Carol’s blush deepened to a bright red as she now knew that her neighbors had seen everything.
“Come through to the den, there’s something I want you to see.”
Lizzie led Carol into the big TV room and motioned her to a seat facing the huge screen. A deep suspicion began to form in Carol’s mind as Lizzie fussed with the remote control for a minute. Suddenly she was confronted with a huge close-up of herself taken the night before, in the process of removing her t-shirt at the beginning of the evening. The picture was crystal clear and Carol realized that the camera had to be one of the new high definition expensive ones to achieve such clarity.
Lizzie pressed the play button and Carol watched herself as, on screen, she slowly removed her clothing one item at a time before turning to face the hidden camera. Lizzie again pressed the freeze button and looked at her neighbor with a small smile playing across her lips. The huge, almost larger than life, close-up of a naked Carol seemingly staring into the camera was too much for the real Carol. She started to shake her head from side to side and her face was a picture of horror as she put her coffee mug down preparing to bolt from the room.
“Carol, it’s okay!” Lizzie quickly blanked the screen to allow her friend to calm down. “Phil and I thought you might like a souvenir of your little performance last night. I didn’t realize you would be so upset.”
“You mean you’re not going to show it to anyone?”
“You will know before we show it to anyone, that I promise.”
Carol accepted this and, leaning back in the chair, closed her eyes and struggled to control her breathing. The deliberate and precise ambiguity in what Lizzie had said didn’t penetrate for a couple of minutes. Suddenly her eyes flew open and locked onto the gently smiling face of Lizzie.
“What exactly did you mean by that?”
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes! Tell me now!”
“Carol, calm down sweetie, I have no intention of hurting you at all. Neither does Phil, and we are not interested in damaging your marriage or your career.”
The mention of Carol’s work brought another look of horror to her face; she knew that if anyone at work saw that film she wouldn’t be able to show her face there again.
“It’s like this, sweetie, I think you are a submissive, I think you want to be dominated but Peter can’t do that for you. I think Phil and, to a lesser extent, I can. So, we have created a lovely little fiction for you to fulfill the need. From now on you will do what we say or we will show this film to Peter and to your colleagues. It’s a little pretend blackmail for you, to assuage your conscience.”
“What do you mean pretend and fiction?”
“Well, sweetie, you want to be dominated. We want to dominate you. You can deal with that by pretending to have no choice in the matter; if you don’t we’ll send the DVD of your behavior to everyone you know.”
Carol just stared at her, transfixed.
“After all, Carol, the DVD gets much hotter than the little teaser you just saw, doesn’t it, as you well know.”
She surged to her feet and looked down at Lizzie.
“You mean you won’t show that… that piece of… pornography to anyone?
“No, I didn’t say that. I said that you will submit to our demands, and you will do so willingly, and you will pretend to yourself that if you don’t we will send copies to everyone you know.”
Emotions warred across her face. She was angry with Lizzie for what her neighbor was saying. She was ashamed for what she had done last night. On the other hand, she was also aware of how much she had enjoyed it, and she also realized that the arrangement Lizzie was suggesting, however immoral, however wrong, was exciting her deeply.
“I can’t do this.”
“Carol, not only can you do this, but you will do this. Now, sit down!�
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Suddenly, Carol realized she was obeying again as she sat back down. She shook her head in disbelief and then gasped as the screen lit up again and she watched as the sequence of her walking away toward her bathroom dissolved very professionally into the one of her standing in front of the glass door dressed in black lace and stockings.
She knew that if any of her friends or colleagues saw it they would not believe it wasn’t her own idea. In fact, the more she thought about the conversation the day before, the more she realized that it actually had been her own idea. Carol bit her lip and tried to get her sluggish brain into gear to resolve this dilemma she now faced, but to no avail.
“I think that you are incorrectly dressed to be seen by your master.”
Lizzie’s words penetrated the fog as she stared as, on screen, Peter came up behind her and she dragged his arms around her and leaned forward into the glass. The image she was presenting was obscene and, since she knew what was going to happen, strangely arousing. Her breathing was becoming ragged.
“What?”
“I said, you are incorrectly attired to meet your master.”
“My master?”
“Phil is now your master and I am now your mistress. Susie from over the road is also your mistress, but that will come later.”
“What do you mean incorrectly attired?”
“You are wearing way too many clothes at this moment, and they are not the right ones, either. Stand up and let me look at you.”
The last sentence had the ring of authority about it and, without conscious thought, Carol found herself on her feet in front of her neighbor.
“I think you should go home and change into the outfit you wore at the window last night and come straight back. Don’t you?”
Carol shook her head violently. If Phil was about to appear she had no intention of being seen in such abbreviated attire, let alone crossing the space between the two houses so exposed.
“Well, we’ll have to do something else then. Take off your blouse.”
On screen Lizzie had again frozen the picture just as Peter was undoing the bow between her breasts. Now, standing in front of the screen, Carol began to nervously pluck at the buttons of her blouse. Realizing, as her hands shakily moved lower down the center line of her chest, that she had surrendered to her neighbor, her head hung in shame and a slow flush suffused her face and neck. That admission of defeat, that single act of submission, caused her to raise her eyes and look directly at the gently smiling woman sitting opposite her. As the last button came undone, she gracefully tugged the blouse clear of the waistband of her skirt and shrugged it off her shoulders. This exposed her pretty pink satin bra to Lizzie, and Carol realized that her nipples were poking huge tents into the fabric as her body betrayed the level of sexual excitement it was feeling.
The flush deepened as, watched by Lizzie looking her over, being appraised in this way by another woman, this was something Carol had never experienced nor wanted to experience. Discarding the blouse onto the convenient coffee table, Lizzie motioned for her to sit down again.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Carol did not respond but lowered her eyes.
“Such a pretty bra, tell me do your panties match it?”
Carol numbly nodded, knowing that at any moment she would be told to demonstrate this too, and more, while strangely feeling yet more aroused by the thought. She could feel the moisture from her sopping wet pussy seeping into the crotch panel of those satin panties and realized that, when asked to expose them, the wet patch would be very noticeable.
“Relax, Carol. We’ve got all the time in the world to enjoy ourselves today, haven’t we, Phil?”
Carol whipped her head round and realized that Phil was standing in the doorway to the room, gazing with ill- disguised appreciation at her body.
Chapter 5
Sitting there, topless except for her bra, Carol was now trapped.
“I…err, think I’d better be going now.”
Phil just smiled at her from his position that clearly blocked the doorway. Carol went to reach for her blouse only to realize it was no longer there, Lizzie had snagged it and had it draped over the arm of her chair, out of Carol’s immediate reach. Lizzie gently waved a DVD at her; the meaning was clear. She sank back into her chair, momentarily defeated.
“You see, Carol, we don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, but I’m sure one of the things you don’t want to happen is this DVD going to all those places, do you?”
“You said it was pretend!”
“Carol, sweetie, it is, but you still don’t want it to go there, do you?”
Lizzie’s question cut right to the heart of the matter. Carol truly didn’t want anyone to see the DVD but didn’t know how to get out of the web her neighbors were spinning.
“It’s like this, Carol. We won’t ask you to do something you don’t want to do, but right this minute your body is telling you, and telling us, that you don’t want to leave, isn’t it?”
Carol glanced down at her chest as Phil completed his question. Her nipples were now as hard as they had been the night before and, within her panties, she knew her juices were beginning to gush, not leak, into the crotch band. She weakly shook her head, defeated.
“Now, Carol, how do you want to do this? Do you want to stand up and take your clothes off right now?”
Carol shook her head no, refusing to look up at Phil who had taken over the questioning, the directing.
“Okay, Carol, we’ll play it differently. We’ll all watch the movie on the screen, and every time Lizzie stops the action, you will stand up and remove an article of clothing. You have made the choice, now let’s continue.”
The stress on certain words in the sentence turned it into an order. Involuntarily she shivered, wondering what her neighbors really intended.
“You don’t have to be shy with us, Carol. After all, last night you showed us everything you’ve got. You knew at least one of us was going to be there, and you not only went ahead but did more than you were told to—definitely a willing partner in all this. We can see you on the screen here, in all your glory, so why hesitate about showing it to us in the flesh, as it were.”
Carol hung her head, a blush suffusing her face, knowing she should just get up and run from the room and have nothing to do with the devious couple next door, even if they were her landlords. But she stayed there. Something, some compulsion she couldn’t explain was trapping her there, knowing that to stay meant exposing her body, and probably worse. Some part of her, too large to be ignored, wanted it, wanted it badly.
Phil and Lizzie watched the mental struggle going on, the play of emotion across her lowered face obvious, even if her eyes were averted, as their neighbor tried to come to terms with her own submission.
Finally, Carol looked up and the other two were pleased to see she was dry-eyed.
“Okay.”
“So you willingly submit?”
Phil’s question caused Carol to bite her lip but she nodded her acceptance, the movement of her head causing a slight jiggle of her chest, rubbing the erect nipples against the thin fabric. Her breath caught in her throat but she managed to speak after a moment.
“What do you want me to do?”
“What do you want me to do…?”
Suddenly the implication of Phil’s pause crashed in on her and she repeated her question.
“What do you want me to do… Master?”
Phil smiled at her, a big beaming smile that lit his face, but his eyes remained predatory above it and she shivered in anticipation again.
“Stand up.”
Taking a deep breath, she stood as gracefully as she could.
“Tell me, are your panties soaked?”
“Yes.”
“Go and stand in front of Lizzie, and show her the front of your panties to prove it.”
Carol had never even considered having any kind of sexual contact with another woman before
. She realized that Phil fully intended to involve Lizzie in these games too, and Lizzie was obviously more than willing by the glint in her eye as Carol slowly crossed the room to stand in front of her. Reaching down she grasped the hem of her skirt, realizing that leaning forward to do so had showed off her cleavage to an appreciative Lizzie. Taking another ragged breath, she straightened up and, in doing so, raised the front hem of the skirt up her shapely thighs. From behind, Phil had a less interesting view than his wife but intended to establish his dominance rather than enjoy the view, at first, that is. The skirt had not gone high enough so, clutching her fingers, she began to bunch up the beige material at her waist.
For Lizzie it was a fabulous sight. Although she had seen virtually all of Carol close up as she got out of the hot tub the day before, and all of her from a distance last night, this was different. The atmosphere in the room was sexually charged and all three participants knew where this would end. Carol’s pink panties came into view, and immediately the darker area of wet material was obvious to Lizzie, as was the overpoweringly alluring smell of Carol’s arousal.
“Definitely soaked, Phil. This girl is really excited, aren’t you, Carol?”
Carol could only nod.
“Let the skirt back down, Carol, and move to stand in front of the screen, there’s a good girl.”
