by BJ Wane
“And does it? Spice up their lives?”
“Well, they have been happily married for over twenty years, faithfully so from what I’ve been told and seen. It seems to work for them.”
Even if she had been so inclined, Hannah couldn’t judge them for that or find fault with their actions. In fact, she discovered she found herself admiring them for finding such a creative way to add spice and fun to their marriage.
“The other man joined the club a few months ago. His name is Jason and the woman he’s fucking is about as green as you. He’s taken on her tutoring and this is only Diana’s second night here.”
“He must know what he’s doing.” From the sound of Diana’s cries as she gripped her ankles while Jason pounded into her from behind while standing right in front of the other couple, Hannah guessed the younger girl was fitting in nicely.
“He does, and so do I.” Mitch slid under her hair and deftly unhooked her top. His arms came around her and his hands were there to catch her breasts as they spilled free. “I want these off.” He didn’t want anything to impede the feel of her flesh under his hands. With a quick snap, both nipple huggers came loose and fell into his hands. Slipping them in his pocket, he ran his thumb over the control for her vibrator and raised the intensity another notch.
“Oh God, Mitch,” Hannah gasped, laying her head back against his rock hard chest and closing her eyes against the rioting sensations bombarding her from her tortured nipples to her neglected vagina.
“That’s it, Hannah. Don’t think about anything except this.” He grabbed her nipples and twisted them before pulling them straight out. Her breasts bounced when he let go and he could feel the shudder that swept through her. “Bend over,” he instructed. Keeping her on edge seems to have worked in lowering her inhibitions because she obeyed him without a hitch even though she had opened her eyes and was once again gazing upon the four people below.
The wood rail felt hard but smooth as Hannah bent over and Mitch arranged her breasts to dangle down over it. The people below were still too engrossed with each other to notice them, but at any moment their attention could be diverted by the sight of her breasts pointing down at them. Surprisingly, that possibility aroused her more than embarrassed her and when Mitch lifted her dress and draped it over her back, she felt nothing but a surge of lust so strong it threatened to topple her over the rail. Of course, the stronger vibrations in her happy place might have something to do with it.
“You like it out here, don’t you, sweetheart?” Mitch asked as he pulled the lube and new butt plug from his bag.
“Yes, it’s…exciting in a way I can’t explain.”
“You don’t have to explain, just enjoy. Take a deep breath and brace yourself,” was all the warning he gave her before slowly pushing two then three lubed fingers between her buttocks and past her tight sphincter.
She had barely done as he said when she felt him penetrate her back hole. Her heightened state of arousal helped her accept him there again and her newly awakened nerve endings helped keep her arousal escalated as he explored her anus as thoroughly as he did her vagina. He went deep, left no part of her untouched as he coated every inch of her forbidden channel with the slick ointment.
A sharp slap on her right cheek and Mitch’s stern, “Be still,” didn’t help matters. Tightening her hands on the rail, she tried frantically to keep still, but her need to come was too strong.
Mitch pulled his fingers from her ass and quickly inserted the plug. “Hannah,” he warned her again when she wiggled her hips.
Oh, darn it, there was that deep, dark tone again, the one that demanded her obedience and sent shivers throughout her body. How was she supposed to keep from coming when he did that? She couldn’t stand it. The need to climax overrode everything else right now, even her embarrassment. Desperation made her move her right hand from the rail to cover her mound, but shock and red hot pain made her quickly put it back.
“Ouch!”
“My way, Hannah, and I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.” Mitch slapped her other buttock with the leather paddle then rubbed both abused areas. “Do you like the paddle?”
Her automatic response was an emphatic no, but her shocked outrage quickly turned into pleasure as he rubbed her cheeks, the painful heat spreading to her already tortured sheath that wasn’t too happy at being put off. “It’s okay,” was all she was willing to admit. In truth, she preferred the intimacy of his calloused hand, but couldn’t deny the paddle gave her the same heated response.
“Let’s see if I can change that.” Mitch eased up on the next swats now that he had her attention, but her ass warmed and reddened just as quickly and enticingly as with the first harder blows.
Hannah moaned as he slapped her butt over and over, the pain sharper than his hand slaps, but not as bad as those first two. The sound of leather slapping against her flesh echoed along with her soft cries down to the couples below. These smacks raised her arousal even further, the combination of warmth, her buttocks throbbing in tune with her core and the unaccustomed tight feel of having something in her butt all worked to toss her into a storm of pleasure she had no defense against. When the pulses from the vibrator increased yet again, her climax erupted without the slow build up she was used to, exploded with ecstasy so bright it nearly blinded her, the blood rushing furiously through her system leaving her light headed.
Dropping the paddle, Mitch worked to cover himself as he pulled the vibrator from Hannah’s pussy then grabbed her hips and thrust into her still quivering pussy, her hot slick walls clamping around his dick in a series of mind blowing clutches. He wasn’t about to berate her or punish her for losing control when her response was more than he could have hoped for, especially for her first night.
“Again, Hannah,” he demanded, needing to feel her orgasm again, this time with him.
Hannah was still catching her breath and trying to understand how seeing the four people below staring up at her when she opened her eyes set off another set of fireworks when she felt the abrupt cessation of swats and Mitch filling her. His guttural demand worked as well as the vibrator in exciting her, as did knowing anyone inside could see them through the glass. Of course, Mitch’s big body blocked most of hers, but when she realized they would see his taut buttocks clenching with each deep thrust, that image set off the additional sparks he had demanded of her.
Moments later, Hannah heard the murmur of voices as people stepped out onto the deck. Their presence didn’t stop her from enjoying the slow descent from her high of multiple orgasms as Mitch kept pounding into her harder and harder, each plunge driving his penis deeper until she felt him jerk out his own climax.
“Nice ass.”
Hannah turned around to see Olivia standing with a man she assumed was her husband, Colin, behind her. Nothing could prevent the blush she felt creeping up her neck at Colin’s comment, but when he gave her a friendly wink, she felt herself relax.
“I think so. Colin, this is Hannah.” Mitch picked up Hannah’s hand and squeezed, unable to keep from touching her in some way.
“Welcome to our club, Hannah. It’s nice to finally meet the woman who has caught Mitch’s eye.” And, if Colin wasn’t mistaken, was responsible for the look of contentment on Mitch’s face that had been absent the past several months.
“Thank you, Colin,” she said, too conscious of her bare breasts and the appreciative look in Colin’s green eyes to say anything else. Her softened nipples tightened under that look, making her shift closer to Mitch, uncomfortable with the way her body was responding to another man. Her gaze shifted to Olivia who seemed comfortable wearing nothing but a black camisole and matching thong. “Hi, Olivia.”
“I’m glad you came tonight, Hannah. Have you seen the playrooms?”
“Not yet, we got sidetracked before I could give her the tour.” Mitch reached over and casually caressed her breast, smiling down at her in approval when she didn’t back away.
“Mind st
arting with the back room?” Colin asked Mitch. “I thought we’d do that scene with Livie we discussed a few weeks ago.”
Mitch forgot he had promised to help keep Olivia aroused while Colin introduced her to fisting. Damn, this was important to Colin, especially now that Olivia was pregnant and he was worried her tight pussy would make childbirth that much more painful for her. Worried Hannah would look at him touching another woman right after he fucked her as a betrayal, he told Colin, “I’ll meet you in there. I need to speak with Hannah first.”
Nodding his understanding, Colin replied, “We’ll be waiting.”
“Hannah, for tonight, tonight only, I’ll defer to your wishes concerning my actions. I promised Colin I’d do this for him before I planned on bringing you here, which means I’ll be touching Olivia while Colin introduces her to something new. Are you okay with that?”
Hannah’s first reaction was a stab of white-hot jealousy, but she took a moment to think about it before answering. “Honestly, I don’t know,” she finally admitted. Obviously this was something that he indulged in, at least here at the club and whether she liked it or not, a part of the alternative lifestyle he was introducing her to. It wasn’t as if they were committed to each other, had declared strong feelings for each other or were planning a future together. Instead of reassuring her, those facts just made her…sad.
“Would you rather stay in the main room while I do this?”
“If you were spending the evening with one of these other women, would you give them that choice?”
“No.”
His answer decided the matter for her. He was going above and beyond his usual concessions just for her, and that alone meant something to her, even if it didn’t to him. “Then I want to go with you. Are you…I mean, will you have sex with her?”
Mitch smiled at her. He liked the jealousy coloring her tone and darkening her pretty eyes. “Of course not. I won’t lie, my friends shared their wives before they were married, but other than light touching now, they’re very possessive. And that’s all I’ll be doing with Olivia.”
Hannah breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, but her relief was short lived when he led her back inside without covering her breasts. “Uh, Mitch, wait a minute. I need to fix my dress.”
“No you don’t. Leave it, Hannah,” he ordered her without turning around to see if she obeyed.
Okay, I can do this, Hannah thought, determined not to embarrass him as they walked across the plushy carpeted floor towards a hallway she was just now noticing. She could feel eyes on her as she followed Mitch and was totally taken aback to find herself responding as she did when Colin looked upon her nakedness. Shelving her questionable behavior to dissect later, she concentrated on what Mitch was saying as they entered the dimly lit, wide hall.
“We’ll linger later, but this first room is the bedroom, for obvious reasons,” Mitch told her as they walked by the room with three king size beds. “The room here on the right is the office, set up for role play and,” he pointed out as he kept moving, “this room is the doctor’s office.”
Hannah didn’t have time to be embarrassed over the way people in the hall were giving her bare breasts appreciative looks because her attention was diverted by the brief glimpses of what was going on in each of the rooms Mitch pointed put. She caught sight of multiple, naked writhing bodies in the bedroom, a brief glimpse of a woman on her knees giving a man a blowjob as another man swung a wicked looking crop across her buttocks in the office and a shocking glance of a woman on a gynecology table, another woman’s face buried between her widely splayed legs. By the time Mitch led her into a darkened room that looked too much like a dungeon for her peace of mind, her mind and body were struggling with sensory overload.
“Mitch?” she squealed when she spotted a woman strapped on a wooden cross, her naked body glistening with perspiration as a tall, good-looking man snapped a wicked looking, multi strand flogger across her breasts.
Mitch turned at her shocked voice and grinned when he saw Crystal on the St. Andrew’s cross enjoying a thorough flogging from Bruce, a long time regular. “It’s all consensual and safe,” he assured her as he led her to where he spotted Colin strapping Olivia on a bench. “I’d love to see you up there,” he told her seriously, his eyes hot on her breasts.
Hannah was beginning to think he could talk her into anything just by giving her that look, as if she was the only woman in the room he couldn’t wait to have. “You would?”
“I would. Kneel here, sweetheart. You can watch me or the other scenes from that spot.”
He didn’t give her time to question or balk at his humiliating order as he turned and stepped up to Olivia’s side where her husband had her arms bound at her sides and her legs lifted in a wide vee, a wide strap around her thighs attached to the wrist straps. Hannah sank to her knees, now strangely grateful for Mitch’s order as she didn’t think her rubbery limbs were going to keep her up much longer. The only lighting in this room came from wall sconces, giving the room an eerie look, the sounds of slapping flesh and low moans adding to the macabre atmosphere.
Hannah found herself strangely titillated by the goings on in this room, the way the women seemed to like being bound, their bodies marked with various instruments. She couldn’t fault them the pleasure they were obviously getting from the pain. Her butt still hurt from the paddle, her cheeks still felt warm and swollen, those lingering sensations feeding her arousal as much as everything she was seeing.
What shocked her most was watching Mitch cup his hands over Olivia’s up thrust breasts and feeling her own core dampen. Was it because she knew the pleasure those large, calloused hands could give or because she knew what he was doing was helping ease her friend into a new experience? Probably both, she guessed as she watched Colin standing between Olivia’s legs, reach between them with a well lubed hand and fill her sheath with three fingers. Mesmerized, wondering what he was going to do that he hasn’t done before, she watched as Colin slowly added a fourth finger, making Hannah cringe at the tight fit.
Mitch looked over at Hannah kneeling on the floor, her yellow dress flared around her knees, her awesome breasts adorned with tight, pointed nipples and a look on her face that could only be described as totally enthralled. He was surprised at her quick acceptance of his order to kneel as well as the way she was taking in the BDSM activities with such fascinated interest. Her response on the deck had gone above and beyond what he could have hoped for her first public display, but her reaction to this room gave him the hope he had been aching for that meant their relationship just might go beyond a short-term affair.
He kneaded Olivia’s soft, small mounds, rubbing his palm over her nipples, returning his concentration to the task at hand. Her gasp when Colin inserted a fourth finger had him pinching her nipples, twisting the small buds into even tighter pinpoints. Her light brown eyes glazed over with lust and her hips lifted against Colin’s invading hand.
“Good, Olivia,” Colin murmured to his wife as he pulled his fingers out of her clutching pussy, tucked his thumb inside and, with his other hand stroking her quivering thigh, he slowly pushed his fist inside her.
Mitch bent his head, drew her right nipple into his mouth as he continued to torment the left with his fingers. Swirling his tongue around the distended tip, he nipped then soothed then nipped again until her gasps turned to pants and her body dampened with the effort to hold back.
“Not yet, Olivia,” Colin told her as, with one last push, he buried his entire fist into her snug pussy.
“Master, please,” Olivia whimpered, the pain and discomfort of his fisting quickly giving way to pleasure, the need to climax.
“Now, baby,” Hannah heard Colin say right before he pulled his hand from her body, went to his knees and buried his mouth between her legs. Olivia’s cry of pleasure made Hannah’s own sheath spasm in need, her shock over what she had just witnessed giving way to the renewed lust coursing through her. Looking at Mitch, watching him suckle the
other woman’s breasts, adding to the pleasure of her orgasm, she found herself grateful that he had allowed her to see this side of him, giving pleasure and comfort while not expecting anything in return.
When he returned to her and held out his hand, his intense look of combined lust and need was for her alone and she knew she was coming back next week for more.
Chapter Fifteen
Mitch sounded the bell that indicated the day was over for his crew thirty minutes earlier than usual. The plans he had for Hannah tonight have kept him from concentrating on his job not just today, but for the past week. He hasn’t looked forward to spending a Saturday night at the club with so much enthusiasm in a long time. Meeting Hannah, having her turn out to be nothing like he had imagined an Amish widow would be, has been an eye opener as well as a kick in the gut for him. She managed to send his preconceived notions right out the window their first encounter and has kept him on his toes ever since. She was nothing like the woman he pictured himself falling for, yet now, he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else. She’s slipped under his skin so quickly, so deeply, he’s still reeling from the impact, and the pleasure.
As his men called out in farewell, Mitch locked the office trailer and strode to his truck, pulling out after the last one left then jumping out to lock the gates to the building site. No use leaving the temptation of a vacant lot full of dangerous equipment easily accessible for someone to get hurt. Pondering what to pick up for dinner on the way home so they didn’t have to spend time fixing something, he remembered the lunch Hannah had brought him again today. It wasn’t the mile high sandwich filled with deli meat, cheese and all the fixings that made him grin, but the cupcakes she included for he and his men, the two set aside for him shaped into a woman’s cleavage, M & M’s used for the nipples. He hoped the mischievous streak meant she was comfortable with both him and with returning to the club. She said she was, said she was looking forward to tonight, but he had gone easy on her last week.
