by Laura Cooper
“I’ll bring you another but tomorrow if you don’t call me and tell me how it was on that table I will hunt you down and beat you like a red head.” Karen smiled. “Then when you are finished here we have a final surprise for you downstairs. “
True to her word Karen delivered my next cocktail and immediately headed out of the bathroom. I soaked for the better part of an hour before dragging my body from the now lukewarm water. I could hear the voices downstairs and it sounded good. Sadly my pussy was worn out for the day, it was sore and exhausted. I certainly hoped that they didn’t expect me to participate in whatever they had planned.
I wrapped my pink, soft robe around me and slipped into my rainbows. Throwing my hair back into a ponytail holder I examined the wreckage in the mirror. Oh to hell with it, I thought who cares what I look like right now. I marched down the stairs. The voices were coming from my dining room. An odd place to gather I thought since it was a formal room and rarely used. Still I padded in that direction. Entering the room I saw all of our female guests surrounding the table. The men could now be heard in the office. Wait, since all of my female guests were obviously satisfying someone on my dining room table… who was it?
I stepped closer until I heard Chris moan. I slid between Karen and Belinda to see Chris tied with horse rope to my dining room table. His hands were thrown over his head and tied underneath the table in a perfect sailors knot. His feet were tied at the bottom of the table in the same fashion and he was moaning loudly as Prissy’s mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. Karen was bent over his balls and had them both inside her mouth at once. Belinda was sucking his nipples and Christie was sucking his fingers and licking her way around his large body. Chris’s body was sweating with the mounted orgasm he needed, and I could see the veins in his cock clearly each time Prissy moved away from it with her mouth.
Christie lifted her head, “Laura, there is nothing for you to do here but watch. But since you are here, pay close attention to Karen down there.”
I moved to the end of the table to watch my friend as she used her dripping wet fingers to fuck my husband’s ass. Prissy sucked his entire cock in her mouth and Karen had clearly absorbed his balls and had her forefinger in his ass. Chris was struggling to pump against them but he was securely tied to the table. Chris let out a loud moan, “Damn you women! Let me come!” he roared at them.
Karen had his balls tightly in her mouth and there was no way he could come like that. I smiled at the thought that he was enjoying himself much like I had upstairs earlier. Karen finally released his balls and removed her finger from his ass. The second she did, he spewed hot cum straight down Prissy’s throat. I could see that it was a large load by the way she instantly gagged a bit before being able to swallow.
We all stood back and giggled as Chris struggled to resume some fathom of breathing again. Karen spoke up, “Shall we leave him tied up here or let him loose?” She teased.
Laughing, I said, “Go ahead and untie him. He has to charm me for the rest of the evening!” I smiled into my husband’s crystal blue eyes.
Sadly we said goodbye to our guests at the front door. “We should do this again!” I yelled as they climbed into their cars in the driveway. Each of them nodded with sincere agreement before settling into their seats. Chris and I held one another in the doorway as we watched them drive down the long road leading from our new home.
“Hell of a house warming party!” Chris mumbled.
I looked up at him, “Yes it was. Now take me to bed you gorgeous hunk!”
Other Books by Laura Cooper:
Tramp Stamp Club
Tramp Stamp Club: My Slut Wife Training
Come Home with Me: Part 1
Come Home with Me: Part 2
My Hot Bedtime Stories: Volume 1
My Hot Bedtime Stories: Volume 2
My Hot Bedtime Stories: Volume 3
