by Bridy McAvoy
I watched as her shoulders slumped in defeat. She’d got her own way two days before, now he was returning the favour, his knaves beating her eights.
“Now, you can tie the robe closed, you wouldn’t show him the merchandise before he paid anyway. When he’s paid his money he’ll get his camera out and then we’ll go upstairs and the three of us will pick an outfit for you to wear. We’ll probably use the cameras as you get ready and then you’ll come down here and model for us, just like you did for me on Monday. Whatever happens, happens.”
Leah was obviously incredibly nervous then, and now, obviously wondering about my reaction to what was about to happen. I hugged her virtually naked body tightly to me, gently stroking her back to calm her shaking.
“I love you, sweetie.”
She sagged back against me, holding me tight as the film continued to roll.
“I love you too, Leo.”
She breathed her response into my ear as, on screen, Owen continued.
“Don’t fret, Leah, and for Christ’s sake, smile. Now tie that belt.”
She did as she was told and I even caught her checking herself in the mirror just as the door bell rang.
“Answer it, and smile at him. Remember you’re doing this for the money and the chance to get off on it, nothing about what I have on you. Get it?”
He had trapped my Leah perfectly and his grin told the world he knew it. She paused it again and sat up to look at me. It was difficult to concentrate on her face, as her breasts and loins drew my gaze like magnets. Despite, or maybe because of, the events on the screen I was as hard as a rock and I knew I wanted release soon.
“You want for me to take care of that for you, sugar?”
Her staged southern belle accent, so incongruous with the way she was dressed startled a laugh out of me and she giggled too.
“No, let’s watch some more.”
“You sure?”
I nodded and she reached to click play once more.
“Hi, you must be Stan.”
I couldn’t see Leah’s face as she answered the door, but I could see the face of this tall man, obviously Stan, who allowed his eyes to wander all over my blonde wife’s body, only covered by a single layer of silk. I knew that wouldn’t last long, not with Owen involved. I suddenly shivered at the thought of these two men gazing at my wife’s nude figure with lust in their eyes, and not long after, their dicks both buried into her cavities.
“Hi, sweet cheeks. You must be Leah! Owen didn’t exaggerate your beauty.”
He was smiling at her, the expression lighting up his face in an almost innocent way before he turned to Owen.
“Owen, fella! How are you? Where did you dig this one from? She’s gorgeous!”
“Behave. You’ve only just met her. Besides, aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Oh…Right.”
“Two hundred, right, Leah? Good.”
Stan extracted his wallet from his jeans pocket and placed some bank notes in Leah’s hand. When she laid them on the top of the other money Owen had left there, I noticed the top one was a fifty, and guessed the rest were too. It was of course Owen who spoke next.
“Lead the way, Leah. Let’s see what you can wear for us today.”
I could tell from the set of my wife’s shoulders she was clearly nervous of this moment, but Owen was about to ramp it up ever higher. As she sauntered over to the stairs, putting some wiggle into her ass as she walked, Owen stopped her.
“Leah!”
“Yes?”
I’d guessed what he was about to tell her. The way they were both reaching for their cameras told me but clearly the on screen Leah couldn’t see them and didn’t know what he was going to say. Like a little trooper she turned and smiled at them.
“Hang the robe on the newel post. You won’t be needing it upstairs.”
On my lap the live Leah shuddered as the memory flooded back through her system. She didn’t hesitate, unlike her on screen counterpart, who looked rooted to the spot. The robe went back off her shoulders in a flash and she pulled away from my hands to allow it to fall down behind her and gravity completed the process of stripping it down her arms. She smiled at me and clicked on pause once more.
“This time, husband of mine, I am going to provide you with some relief. It has to be uncomfortable, all tucked up like that.”
She scooted further down my legs toward my knees and reached both dainty hands to my crutch. Her own movements were enough to slide the silky robe out from between us, where it fluttered to the floor as she pulled my fly undone. With that sparkle in her eyes she reached inside for the stiff rod she already knew was outlined there.
“Which is it going to be, sir? After all, I’ve already been paid. You saw the money yourself.”
The deliberate southern drawl made us both giggle once more, taking any barb out of the fact this new guy, Stan, had rather obviously just paid to not only see my wife nude but to fuck her as well. No well bred southern lady was going to ask that kind of question. Well, at least none of the ones I’d ever met would have done. Mind you, there was that redhead in college…Leah sensed my mind might have been wandering and took matters into her own hands, literally.
Having fished my erection out of my jeans she began to rub her small hands up and down the shaft. Already some pre-cum was starting to leak from it and this provided her with some lubrication once her hand had glided up over the end and back down again. I leaned back and closed my eyes, happy to let her take charge for now, sensing, rightly I think, that after the day of being in someone else’s control she needed to reverse roles for a while and be the one setting the pace.
She seemed almost kittenish as she realised I was doing it deliberately and leaned close to initially rest her head against my chest before nudging me under my chin with her forehead to get me to open my eyes. Once she knew I was looking at her she snuggled even closer, without breaking the rhythm of her hands and turned her face up to mine for a kiss. I tried to get passionate right away but she pulled away slightly and started raining fleeting, tiny kisses all over my mouth and the immediate surrounding area. At least I’d never had any real five o’clock shadow issues and I only needed to shave once in the mornings, so this felt good, and not irritating to either of us.
Leah pulled away again and smiled at me as her hands increased their tempo. She allowed her lips to part and her tongue flicked out to lick her lower lip as her eyes sparked with repressed passion. Not so repressed I guess, as she nimbly slid off my lap to land on her knees between legs I’d unconsciously allowed to drift apart. All the time her hands kept up their movement on my prick, as her face now came level with it. She squirmed until she was comfortable, which took all of a second and then she moved her head forward and gently ran her tongue over my end.
It felt like absolute heaven as she continued to lave her tongue all over the top inch or so of my cock, the foreskin held back by her hands which continued to jack me. Very slowly she moved her head closer and closer, allowing her tongue to reach further and further. I could feel her breath as she hovered her open mouth over its target for a second or two before plunging her mouth down onto the shaft.
All the stimulation of the evening so far, coupled with my own fevered visions of what might have been going on in the house earlier, had combined to raise my arousal to a height that prevented any kind of lengthy wait for release. I guess Leah, perceptive as always, had worked this out for herself and wanted to almost literally get the first cum of the evening out of the way without allowing me to get her worked up – close but not close enough herself and leave her frustrated as I deflated. She knew when that happened I’d immediately do something about it with either tongue or fingers, but she always said she’d rather have the real deal.
Leah continued to alternate between drawing me into her warm mouth and licking along the length of my cock. Each time she engulfed me, her cheeks hollowed before she withdrew her mouth, flicking the tiny slit at the end of my ro
d with her tongue. I couldn’t last long, as thoughts of the two men ravishing my wife, and paying for the privilege ran through my mind, despite attempts to concentrate on what Leah was actually doing to me. The images behind my closed eyes were far more powerful than even her brilliantly executed blow job. I tensed and she knew I was about to spasm so wrapped her mouth around me, sealing her lips around the shaft as I exploded into her mouth. Shot after shot of cum prayed into her oral cavity and I knew my hips were bucking like a wild thing as she managed to hang on.
My breathing slowly began to return to normal and I opened my eyes to see Leah slowly pushing herself upright, her lips firmly sealed. Her eyes twinkled as she stared into mine and then she tilted her head back and opened her mouth to show me the pool of white goo sitting on her tongue. She closed her mouth after the nasty display and I watched as her throat muscles convulsed and she swallowed my load. Afterwards she smiled but twitched out of the way when I went to take hold of her. She knew I intended to finish her off, to return the favour, but she shook her head.
“Let’s watch the recording first. I’m sure you want to see if the images live up to the fantasies you’ve just been playing in your mind.”
I couldn’t help blushing a little. It was as if my perceptive wife had read my mind. She grinned impishly.
“I don’t mind, honey. Not one little bit…as long as I have a central role in your fantasies.”
She rose to her feet and refilled our wine glasses before taking a long drink herself. Instead of returning to my lap she moved to the couch next to me, waiting for me to tuck myself back inside my jeans before she leaned over and pressed the play button once more.
****
“Keep smiling at us, please, Leah. Good girl.”
The camera view was from behind but I could see her face as she continued to smile at them over her shoulder. The smile was clearly a bit forced, but she was doing as she was told. I couldn’t actually see her hands but I could tell when the knot came undone, as the back of the robe suddenly rippled and appeared to be much looser.
I heard the sharp intakes of breath and knew both men had spotted the telltale loosening of the belt behind her back, and probably the loose ends now trailing to the side. Within seconds she was going to be naked—stockings and garter belt and heels didn’t count—in front of the two of them and their cameras. The ends of the belt swung down into view and I knew any moment my Leah would be nude in front of them, apart from the stockings and heels. Hell, I liked—no loved—stockings and Leah preferred them to pantyhose but I wasn’t obsessed with them the way Owen was. Mind you, as I glanced over at Leah sitting on the couch, watching me watching the recording, I could see she looked delectable in just stockings and heels at this moment in time. She was going to look just as good to them any moment. I jerked my head back to the screen. I didn’t want to miss this moment, my wife naked with two men for the first time. My cock jerked in my jeans. Despite cumming a few minutes ago, he was as interested as I was.
She let the robe fall and I caught my breath. She looked absolutely magnificent.
“Hold it there for a moment, Leah. That looks so sexy. Doesn’t it, Stan?”
“Oh, yeah!”
This new guy, Stan, was clearly affected by the view in front of him. I could hear the lust in his voice, and from the slow flush on Leah’s face I guess she could as well. An appreciative whistle sounded and I assumed it came from him, although I couldn’t see their faces.
“Very good, Leah. You are, as ever, magnificent. Now let’s go upstairs and find an outfit to match the white cocktail dress Stan loved the pictures of you in.”
I watched as her smile disappeared to be replaced with a frown.
“What? What did you say?”
“I said Stan loved the pictures of you in the white cocktail dress with the vibrator. Didn’t you, Stan?”
“Why you…”
“Keep your hair on, Leah. How on earth did you think I would be able to convince Stan that you were worth two hundred dollars for a morning? He had to see the evidence to part with his money of course.”
On screen Leah was glaring at Owen, and the live version sitting next to me was frowning at the image too. To complete the set I had to admit I wasn’t happy either, although a small piece of me really wanted to see those pictures too. I wasn’t daft enough to tell Leah that though.
“That wasn’t your favourite set though, was it, Stan?”
“Nah. I preferred the school girl set. That was so cool and so fucking hot.”
“Watch your language, Stan. Leah is a lady, or at least for now, she is.”
“Sorry.”
“Now, upstairs, Leah. I seem to remember you have a nice lime green cocktail dress similar to the white one. I think you wore it to Mia’s party a couple of months ago.”
“Mind you, I don’t think it’ll go with the black stockings. Maybe some white ones? What do you think, Stan?”
“Either for me.”
“Right then. So let’s get upstairs so you can get the dress out and get changed, ready to come down here and take it off again.”
I saw Leah hesitate before she started up the stairs, the dogleg in the middle meaning she would be facing them in the nude for the first time. My problem was the cameras didn’t cover the stairs, only the bottom few treads. She would be out of range and out of view in seconds. Leah leaned forward and stopped the playback, keyed in the next number on her list and the scene changed to our bedroom.
I watched as my nude wife walked into the bedroom and turned to face the two men, smiling at them as they followed her into the room. I knew it had been an effort but it she was carrying it off exceptionally well. She didn’t try to cover herself as she waited for Owen’s next instruction.
“Good girl, Leah! You want to get the dress out?”
Like most women she knew where everything was in her wardrobe, so it didn’t take long for her to get the dress out, keeping her body turned toward them like the professional model Stan thought she was.
“Hold it up in front of you.”
I saw Leah glance down at something and gasp. From the camera angle you couldn’t tell what, but something had startled her. Owen’s next words confirmed what she’d spotted and why she’d gasped.
“We don’t just call him Stan the Man for fun. There’s a reason and I think you might have just discovered it.”
I glanced over at Leah sitting next to me and she was biting her lip, clearly another revelation she wasn’t that comfortable with. She nodded.
“Big?”
“Yes.”
Her answer was in a very small voice and when she turned to look back at the screen I realised she wasn’t going to discuss it with me.
“Right, Leah. Lay the dress on the head of the bed and dig yourself out some white stockings and a nice lacy white garter belt.”
I knew her underwear draw was behind them and there wasn’t really enough room to get between the two of them. I was equally certain Owen wouldn’t allow either of them to move to give her the room. She had to move to within range of their groping hands and Leah was going to experience another first—well as far as I know it was a first—two men’s hands on her naked body. My face isn’t very good at hiding what I’m thinking, not from my wife anyway, so Leah read me like a book.
“For your information, yes it was the first time two men have been in a position to touch my body—well, while I was nude at least.”
Leah was frowning at me and I realised I was close to upsetting her. I quickly closed the gap between us on the couch and pulled her into my arms. She relaxed and moulded herself against my side. Lifting her chin with one finger, I gently kissed her, tasting the mix of white wine and my own semen on them.
“I’m not judging you, sweetie. Honest.”
Her smile was a bit weak but then she turned her head back to the screen. I turned my attention back to it as well and realised I’d missed seeing if they had actually touched her. She was getting her und
erwear out of the drawer.
“They didn’t take the chance.”
“Okay.”
I hugged her tighter, at the time it must have been an ordeal for her. She moved back to the foot of the bed, just in front of them, holding a garter belt, a pair of stockings and a pair of panties. I suddenly remembered Leah hadn’t been told to wear panties and Owen confirmed his reaction with his next words.
“I’m afraid Leah’s been a naughty girl, Stan. I didn’t say anything about panties, did I?”
“Don’t think so…No, you didn’t.”
“I think Leah needs punishing then.”
“What sort of punishment did you have in mind, Owen? Spanking, maybe?”
Stan sounded hopeful and at that moment I wanted to find him and belt him too. Leah hugged my arm around her and slowly wriggled until my hand naturally cupped her breast. She snuggled up.
“Watch this, darling. You’ll be very surprised. I know I was.”
“I have a better idea. Sit down on the foot of the bed, Leah!”
Owen walked up to her, thankfully at an angle that didn’t obscure our camera view. I saw Stan sidling over to the side to keep Owen from blocking his view. Our neighbour was clearly about to pull off another of his tricks.
“Open your legs, Leah. Let’s have a look at that pussy of yours. Wide as you can, that’s my girl. Stan, you might want to crouch down to see this.”
“She looks aroused, doesn’t she, Stan? This little lady is fast losing her lady tag and showing us what a slut she is. Aren’t you, Leah? A slut that is. Pass me those panties.”
“Sit still, Leah, and don’t move a muscle.”
I watched, spellbound as Owen slowly extended his hands toward Leah’s pussy. I missed his next words as he then began to push the lace garment up into Leah’s vagina. I’d never seen anything like it, and I knew Leah hadn’t seen, let alone experienced, it. On screen she was watching in rapt fascination as Owen slowly continued to tuck and push the underwear into her.
