by Bridy McAvoy
“Fuck! That’s hot!”
“You getting it all?”
“Yep. You were right. She is one hot slut!”
Finally our devious neighbour was finished and he pulled his hands away, giving Stan’s camera a clear view. There was a small piece of lace protruding from between her lips but that was all. Leah was blushing furiously but I could see she was panting as well. The stimulation had worked her up which was probably Owen’s secondary intention.
“That looks so fucking sweet.”
“Too right. I see why you said she was worth two hundred each.”
“You will. This is only the start, isn’t it, Leah? This is nothing compared to what this bitch is going to do for us.”
Leah shuddered and then the real one next to me leaned forward and pushed the pause button. She looked at me for a moment then fished down into a gap between the cushions, her hand reappearing with a pair of her panties, red ones this time.
“Your turn, honey.”
She freed herself from the circle of my arm and handed me the thin lace underwear before scooting herself upright against the back of the couch and spreading her legs. I just looked at her, knowing what she expected me to do but unsure if she wanted me to. I certainly wasn’t sure I wanted to.
“Go on, Leo. I told you anything he had or did, you get to do. I told you on Monday I really meant it, and I really mean it now too.”
She was biting her lip but she was leaving me no option.
“Did it hurt you? If it did, I’m not doing it. I won’t hurt you, Leah, and you know that!”
She shook her head and smiled at me.
“Honey, it didn’t hurt. It felt different – very different.”
She giggled suddenly.
“I mean it’s usually only hard things that get put in there, hard and interesting, not my own clothes. They’re soft and no, the lace doesn’t scratch. It was different more than anything else, nice but different. Now it’s time for you to see if you like the reaction you’ll get.”
I swallowed nervously, but the trouser snake had his own idea about this. He was definitely interested – interested enough to start tangling himself in my clothing again. I started to lean over but she gently pushed me away and off the couch. I knew she wanted me to have a clear view as I repeated Owen’s actions. She smiled down at me and spread her legs even further apart in invitation. I never tire of looking at my wife’s pussy, especially when it’s glistening with the juices of her arousal, as it was now. She really wanted me to do this to her, and I knew, despite my misgivings, so did I. Suddenly she giggled again then explained.
“Don’t forget to leave a little bit hanging out. I’d really hate to have to fish them out if you don’t.”
My fingers reached for her pussy lips and I used my free hand to spread them apart as my other hand closed on its target. She giggled again and I looked up into her luminous eyes.
“That’s not how you do it, sweetie. You’ve got them balled up. Do you want me to replay what Owen actually did? The way he eased them in a little piece at a time?”
I blushed and quickly rearranged her underwear so there was a layer covering the ends of my fingers. The first touch was nothing unusual. I’d often touched her under her skirt, playfully pushing her panties up into her as we made out, and even a few times as we’d been driving along, especially before we got married. This wasn’t the same thing though. This time it wasn’t just one layer of fabric entering her lips, it was the whole garment going in. My fingers met little resistance, and I could feel she was wet even through the lace. The fact the garment was going to be completely sodden crossed my mind as I slowly withdrew my fingers, taking care to ensure that first piece of fabric stayed in place. She shivered as my fingers slipped free only to snag another small section of her panties and push that in as well. Owen had taken his time, knowing it would torture her. I was taking my time, allowing her to savour it for herself. It was an incredibly erotic feeling each time my fingers slid into her, bunching the lace further and further into her. By the time I was halfway through the process she was shuddering in passion.
“God! You doing that feels soooo good, Leo!”
She wasn’t acting either, she was struggling to breathe and panting and her hips were churning as the level of stimulation increased. I’d managed to push about three quarters of the underwear into her when she suddenly tensed up. Her back arched and her hips left the seat.
“I’m cumming!”
Leah bucked and grunted as the orgasm washed over her. I let go before her actions caused my hands to slip and drag the red lace from her. By the time her eyes opened again she realised I was back sitting beside her and just a couple of inches of her underwear hung down from her puffy pussy lips.
“Jeez…Leo!”
“I think I’ll add that one to my armoury, next time we go to a nice restaurant.”
I was joking and she knew it. Her eyes flared in anger though.
“Wait ‘til you see what happens next before you make threats like that, buster!”
She hit the play button again, and sat back, making no attempt to remove the by now completely soaked panties from her slit. I guessed this little scenario hadn’t fully played out yet.
“Time to start getting ready, Leah! I suggest you very slowly remove the garters and then the stockings. Don’t close your legs. Caress them down your legs, don’t pull them. You know the routine.”
Leah looked incredibly sultry as she undid the front garter snap on her left stocking, stroking her own thigh as she moved her hands to undo the other one. It looked even sexier as she repeated the process with the other leg. She was really putting on a show for the cameras, and I realised with a start that on screen she still had the panties balled up inside her. Glancing over to confirm it, I knew this was true next to me too. Something else was clearly going to happen and I could hardly wait. The way she then caressed each stocking in turn down her leg was about as erotic a view of my beautiful wife as I’d ever seen.
I could see she was still managing to smile at them as she reached down and unbuckled one shoe then very deliberately straightened all the way back up before repeating the process once more. Her breasts flattened against the tops of her legs as she slowly leant back down to ease the show off, slip the stocking completely off then replace her shoe. Again the same process was repeated on the other side. I held my breath as Owen put his camera down and approached her once more.
“Well done, Leah! That was incredibly erotic. Now put your hands behind you and lean back. Now lean back slightly. Good girl. Now close your eyes. Perfect. Now sit very still.”
I didn’t know what he was going to do but I was hoping the panties were coming out. From her expression, I thought she was hoping for the same too.
“Keep shooting, Stan. You’ll love this.”
Owen placed his hands between her legs, right next to her pussy and Stan leaned in to capture whatever he was about to do. Leah, with her eyes closed, could only guess but I felt the real version tense up beside me. Obviously Owen was going to get kinky again but I couldn’t for the life of me think how. When he moved it was so fast I almost missed it. He pulled the panties out of her vagina in one single, swift jerk, balled them up and pushed them into her mouth, which had dropped open in shock.
“Wow! You were right, Owen. She’s a natural slut.”
“Open your mouth, sweetie. Show me your panties.”
Owen was giggling on screen and I was getting mad at the level of humiliation he was forcing my wife to endure. When she did as she was told he was suddenly all business again, taking picture after picture of the soiled garment bunched up behind her teeth.
“Right, remove them slowly. Just insert a couple of fingers and pull them out very gently and slowly.”
Leah looked like she couldn’t wait to remove the object from her mouth but she still continued to follow his instructions. It was an amazing sight and I could feel my own reaction to it straining to escape the c
onfines of my jeans once more. By the time she was finished she was panting for breath and both men were focussing their cameras on the way her breasts jiggled as she gasped for air. I couldn’t believe it when they left her alone to get ready for the next photo set.
Once again Leah pushed the stop button and turned to face me. She smiled.
“Your turn.”
I guessed what she meant but I wanted her to say it, to hear her tell me what she expected me to do.
“Pull my panties out and stuff them in my mouth, just like that bastard did!”
I shook my head and she glared at me. I held up a hand to stop her before she could say anything.
“No, honey, not this time. Everything wrong with what you want me to do was encapsulated in what you just said.”
She frowned at me, no longer glaring but certainly puzzled.
“Leah…I love you. I watched your reaction having the panties pushed in on the screen and I watched your reaction just now when you got me to repeat the process. I can see from your face up there—” I nodded toward the screen, “—and right in front of me here and now. You do not actually want me to do it. You feel you need me to but you don’t want me to.”
“I’m so not leaving them in there.”
I smiled at her.
“Then go to the washroom and pull them out for yourself. I don’t want them in there and getting in the way later, either.”
“Honey, I promised myself and I promised you—”
I held up my hand to stop her again.
“No, honey, I made that mistake on Monday. I didn’t want to spank you then but you almost forced me to do so. I’m not doing this, and that you can take to the bank.”
Suddenly she giggled.
“I don’t think I could get away with walking into the bank and asking to make a deposit with these, do you?”
She indicated the tiny fragment of red lace dangling from her pussy lips. I laughed and the tension was gone.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go away.”
Part VII
She was good to her word and was away from me for no more than four minutes. The washroom door banged open and I looked round to see her. She grinned as she looked at me. Obviously the black cocktail dress she was wearing had been hidden in there for just this eventuality. She flounced over and dropped into the middle of the couch, leaning in to me and planting a kiss on my cheek.
“You like?”
“Oh yeah!”
“Good. I couldn’t wear the green one again without washing it. You’ll see why soon.”
She was about to lean forward and click the play button on the unit after typing in another series of numbers.
“Wait a minute, honey.”
She turned and looked back at me over her shoulder.
“I want to ask you a question.”
I saw by the way her eyes tightened and her mouth pulled down a little that she was worried about what I was going to ask. Her nervousness was palpable, verging on fright if not terror. I could see it in her eyes. Instinctively I grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the arc made by my other arm and hugged her close inside its protective circle. I felt her stiffness seep away and she relaxed. I don’t know what she’d been thinking but it wasn’t what I was going to ask.
“What did it feel like…having your underwear stuffed up inside you like that?”
I felt her move against me as she twisted to allow her to look up into my face, probably checking to see how serious I was with the question.
“Odd…I mean, I’ve never had anything soft all the way inside like that. It was strange to say the least and the first time, because Owen had me stretching and moving like that, every time I moved they moved. It was different, not really enjoyable but still stimulating. I can’t really explain it any better.”
“And when I did it?”
She grinned. “It was a lot better. I knew it was going to happen and it was you doing it. That’s why I reacted like that to you doing it.”
“And when he pulled them out and stuffed them into your mouth?”
She shuddered against me.
“Let’s put it this way, sweetie…when I pulled them out for myself I pulled them out slowly, not like he did. The mouth bit was gross, just gross.”
Leah hugged me harder still. “I’m glad you didn’t do it, I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I would have let you.”
“I could see you didn’t really enjoy it. Why do you think I didn’t want to do it to you?”
She lifted herself up and kissed me on the lips. No real passion but a lot of feeling.
“There’s a lot to see today, Leo, and some of it may be uncomfortable for you to watch, honey, but I think we need to get on with watching it.”
“Okay.”
Leah clicked the play button. This time she hadn’t keyed it to the start of the sequence. It was quite clear the cameras had been on tripods for some time and the two men were working my wife over big time.
“You can always come back to the earlier sequences, sweetie.”
I gave her a squeeze, but my eyes were glued to the action on screen.
Stan was sitting next to Leah, his hand disappearing up under her skirt. Owen was standing behind the couch, the top of the halter neck dress already undone, one hand inside the loose fabric toying with her nipple as he kissed her. His second hand joined the first in mauling her breasts and the dress dropped clear. When Owen moved his hands her boobs were sitting proudly in the open.
Owen broke contact with my panting wife, moved around the end of the couch and the two men pulled her to her feet. She was side on to the camera and sandwiched between the two male bodies. I could clearly see she needed to hold onto Owen in front of her to prevent her wobbly legs giving way. From the way the three of them were moving, it was clear Owen was pressing his erection against her belly and Stan was pushing his against her back. He was rather too tall to nestle it between her ass cheeks. From the expression on her face, Leah was in heaven as the two men continued their assault on her topless body. The blackmailer dropped his hands to her hips and began to pull her backward and forward, simulating a thrusting motion that, together with Stan’s constant mauling of her breasts, was stimulating her more and more. He was kissing her hard too. She was panting and I gasped in astonishment as she turned her head to the camera and gave a little sexy smile that I knew their cameras would capture but was really just for me.
Leah gasped as she watched the two men nod to each other on screen. Clearly she hadn’t been able to see the signal at the time. Owen dropped to his knees as both of them separated from contact with her body for a few seconds while they worked together to pull the dress down so it fell to the floor. She cooperated by lifting her feet clear of the puddle of fabric, one at a time. She looked positively, gloriously sexy as she stood there sandwiched between the two of them, her naked, them still fully clothed, the sheer eroticism of the image blowing my mind.
It was obvious Owen was anxious to move this onto the next phase and he proceeded to do this by gently drawing Leah’s hands down so that she began to bend at the waist. There was no doubt in my mind Stan was relishing the obscene view of her ass and pussy this presented him with at close quarters. He ran his hands over the two globes of flesh and his fingers dipped between to stroke her anus and when she shuddered, her pussy as well. Our devious neighbour kept pulling her hands down and my wife dropped to her knees between them, their next actions obvious to her as well as to them.
I looked at Leah cuddled up beside me.
“You looked excited but also anxious. Why the anxiety?”
She snorted. “Why do you think, honey? They’d got me turned on but I’d never been with two men before, so of course I was anxious. Mind you, I half expected Stan to spank me with my ass presenting itself to him like that. I think that’s what I was worrying the most about.”
“Did he?”
“Did he what?”
“Spank you?”
“Watch and learn, big boy. Watch and learn.”
“You ready for this, sweetheart? You ready to get double-teamed?”
“She’s ready, Owen! I think she may even be more than ready.”
I felt my wife stiffen as she leaned against me then I heard her gasp. Suddenly she leaned forward and clicked the pause button before turning to me, her eyes wide open.
I was in shock too. On screen both men had their fully erect penis’s out, Owen in front of her, obviously about to insist on a blow job, Stan behind her, about to take her doggy style. It was clear from Leah’s reaction that during the proceedings she’d never actually got a clear look at Stan’s cock which was what was shocking us. A moment ago she’d called me big boy, and I already knew I was longer, although not thicker, than Owen, but Stan’s equipment dwarfed mine – it was enormous, absolutely gigantic.
“Didn’t you see that?”
Leah shook her head.
“No…I didn’t get a good look at it at the time, Owen was keeping me busy, and I didn’t get to see it later either, but that’s a different story. I knew he was big…but I didn’t realise it was actually that big.”
She shivered once more then leaned forward and clicked the play button. With the camera mounted almost at ceiling level and on the other side of the room with a fixed focus you couldn’t actually see all that much detail as the pair of them began to the process of doubling up on her, for real. Owen was first, filling her mouth with his cock, but my interest was entirely centred on Stan and his enormous cock. From the way she was bucking against him, I knew he was finger fucking her, getting her ready for the real penetration, and I could see she was fairly close to an orgasm from the way her thighs were trembling.
Stan removed his fingers and used one hand to hold her steady while the other guided his erection toward her pussy. From Leah’s reaction, I could tell precisely the point at which the massive object began to slide between her pussy lips, she started to panic but Owen was ready for her, using his hands to hold her mouth locked onto his prick, forcing her to keep still as his partner in the venture slowly began to push against her resistance.
