by Bridy McAvoy
“Sure thing. I’ll be on your porch promptly at eight.” He even had the gall to walk away whistling through his teeth. Julia seethed, but at the same time glowed with triumph.
After lunch, she managed to have a quick conversation, unobtrusively, with both Karen and Josie, leaving her just one part of the puzzle to arrange, and she couldn’t do that one at work.
* * * *
As soon as she got home she walked over the road and rang Steve’s doorbell, praying he was in and didn’t already have plans for the evening. The door opened within seconds.
“Julia, wonderful to see you. Is everything all right?”
“Sure.” She watched as his eyes did their customary rake up and down her body—mentally undressing her to expose the naked body he’d seen on several occasions.
“Then…?”
“Actually I need your help with something.”
“Oh? Come in, come in, and let’s talk about it.”
Fifteen minutes later she walked back across the street with Steve Hutchins’ agreement for his part in the plan. They could have managed using Max’s camera, but it would be so much easier with a real photographer there to capture the events. She’d been a little put out by his request for payment for his services, especially given what he’d asked for. There again, it hadn’t been that much of a surprise, given what had happened before.
A quick microwaved frozen ready meal wasn’t that appetising, but she forced most of it down before heading upstairs to the bathroom. A shower was quickly followed by drying her hair and applying her makeup sitting at her dressing table. It was just like getting ready for a night out—except for one detail.
Part of Steve’s price had been for her to go through this part of her ritual, naked, not even a towel wrapped around her. She knew he was sitting in his master bedroom opposite, watching her, probably through a telephoto lens attached to his camera. She shivered but couldn’t prevent her body responding to her exhibitionistic display. Her nipples were hard as she sat there, knowing he could see every detail as her areolas crinkled around the little buttons of sensitive flesh. She shivered and then, rising to her feet, opened her wardrobe door. She stood back from the door as if surveying her choice for the evening, even though she’d already made that choice in her own head. The full-length mirror on the door next to where she was standing provided Steve with a perfect three-quarter profile of her naked body. She turned her head to look at the reflection, catching a flash of movement as he shifted position the other side of the road. She tried not to shudder again as she reached into the wardrobe, pulling out a black pleated mini-skirt she had no intention of wearing.
She modelled it in front of the mirror then put it back before pulling out a denim mini-skirt she particularly liked. This one hugged her butt perfectly and was just heavy enough not to ride up too much if she bent or sat down. The thin, blue, tight top had a row of three buttons down the front and would fit snuggly to the sides of her breasts without the button band gaping. She could wear it without a bra, but for tonight she wanted the full show, so a matching pale blue bra, panties and garter belt came out of the drawer. She finished everything off with navy stockings and a pair of kitten heels, navy of course.
Once dressed, she teased her hair a little, then headed downstairs to greet the first of her guests. Dead on time, Josie’s little sports car pulled up out front. She didn’t pull up on the drive—that would have been a giveaway for Tom, especially after Josie had admitted he’d actually fucked her over the bonnet of her own car! Karen climbed out of the passenger seat—no mean feat for a woman as tall as Karen.
“Hi.”
“Remind me never to ride with her again. I think I’ve got flies in my teeth.”
“Don’t be a party pooper.” Josie laughed and stayed in the car. Steve appeared at his door and waved, pressing his remote control for the garage door. As the door slid up, Josie pulled onto his drive and slid her car into the space next to Steve’s SUV. She smiled a ‘thanks’ as he shut the door again, then walked back across the road to join her two friends.
“Thanks, Steve.”
“No problem. I’ll see you three later.”
The women walked inside and Karen shook her head. “I think he’s a bigger pervert than you are, Jules.”
“Stop it.”
They’d had less time to get ready than Julia had, so she showed them upstairs to the guest room at the back they would use as both a dressing room and a hiding place. It was up to Julia to get the show on the road. Tom, of course, wouldn’t know of anyone else’s involvement until it was too late.
“Be quiet as soon as you hear the knock.”
“Okay. We do know what we’re doing.”
“Yeah. No giggling at cheesy lines, either. He’s big on cheesy dialogue.”
“We know, remember? You do your part and we’ll be ready.”
“I’ve left a couple of bottles of water there in case your throats get dry.”
“Stop fussing, you mother hen you, and go. You need to set up the stage downstairs, remember?”
“It’ll only take a minute.”
“When we let him go, you still have to explain something to me.”
“What?”
“Where did you get the handcuffs from at such short notice, girlfriend?”
Julia blushed, and Karen, who’d kept pretty quiet up to now, laughed. “She’s got you there, Jules.”
“I’d be careful if I was you. I might let Steve handcuff you to the chair after we’ve kicked Tom’s sorry ass out of there. And you won’t be wearing very much at the time, remember?”
Karen shuddered, which was an awesome sight, the movement starting at her neck and then running in a sinuous wave all the way down her body and back up again.
Josie shook her head. “Fuck! You have to show me how to do that.”
Julia realized she’d been holding her breath as well as she watched.
“What?”
“That move.”
“What move? You just made me shiver, that’s all.”
Julia could see from the fire in Karen’s eyes that it hadn’t just been a reaction. It had been a conscious movement. She wasn’t that adverse to the other two women tying her to the chair after the revenge portion of the evening was done.
“Right. I’m gone.”
* * * *
It didn’t take her long to get the family room transformed to the way she wanted it. The vertical blinds were turned so nobody could see in, the coffee table moved back to the wall, and a dining chair placed center stage in the space in front of the couch. The drawer in the cabinet in the dining room produced the three sets of handcuffs and the blindfold she wanted. The cupboard underneath produced the lengths of soft silken black rope that she didn’t intend to use, but would provide the stage dressing.
Julia checked the clock—still shy of half-seven, so she had plenty of time. She’d insisted the other two had no alcohol and, to get them to agree, she’d had to agree to the same rule for herself. At that moment, though, she’d have killed for a shot of whiskey but, given what would be happening later, the others would know she’d broken her word. She settled for a cola then wished she hadn’t as the fizz seemed to multiply as soon as it hit her stomach, making her burp repeatedly.
She was too on edge to relax so she paced for a couple of minutes then used the downstairs cloak, knowing she wouldn’t have time later. Still unable to sit down, she wandered back upstairs and checked on her two friends.
Karen was in the process of pulling her tight top over her head while Josie was just adjusting her heels. Josie spoke up first.
“What’s up? Don’t tell me he’s not coming.”
“No, I’ve heard nothing. Can’t relax.”
Josie shook her head. “Go and sit down in the family room and stick your hand in your panties.”
“What?”
Karen giggled in the background as Josie walked over and gently patted Julia on the cheek. “Girlfriend, when he wal
ks on the door, he is expecting you to be gagging for it. If there’s evidence of that, as in wet panties, and your fingers smelling of your own juices, then he won’t suspect a thing.”
“Josie! Yuck.”
“What? You’ve never answered the door to shake hands with a guy knowing thirty seconds earlier your fingers had been inside you? Boy, does that give the guy the message, a message that he doesn’t need to try too hard. Works for me. Sometimes I think you were never single.”
Karen doubled up, her sides shaking with silent laughter.
Josie turned Julia around and patted her butt. “Come on. Back downstairs and get that flushed look that says you’re horny. That’s how you’re supposed to be. So, go sit down, spread your legs open and get yourself wet enough that he’ll smell you as you shut the door. After that, everything will be a piece of cake.”
Julia knew her friend was right. It just sounded so clinical to sit and masturbate before Tom got there. She knew once she started on their little charade that she’d get into it, even enjoy it, but starting it that way… She shivered.
“Go on, do it. Don’t worry. We’re not going to watch, although we might do something similar up here.”
“Speak for yourself. I’m turned on enough already.”
They both turned and looked at Karen in shock.
“What? I can’t help it. Getting that squirt back has had me on edge all day. If I put my hand in my panties it would only take me fifteen seconds before I rubbed out a good one.”
Julia shook her head and beat a hasty retreat. Once she was downstairs, she had to agree Josie’s logic was correct. She was supposed to be already horny, and there was no better evidence. Sinking to the couch, she glanced at the clock—still only quarter to eight so she had time to kill.
Making sure her friends hadn’t sneakily left their hideaway upstairs and snuck down onto the stairs to watch, she flipped the front of her skirt up and slipped her right hand between her legs. The front of her panties was already moist. She closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back. Instead of thinking about what was about to happen, she let her mind wander back a few weeks, remembering a very different erotic experience, one that involved not only her husband but Josie as well. Her butt jumped on the couch as she remembered the way Max had spanked her and a gasp escaped as her fingers pressed her lace panties deeper into her slit.
The sound of a knock on the door broke her reverie and, opening her eyes, she checked the clock. Only five to, so Tom was early. She pulled her hand from between her legs and could see moisture glistening there. She giggled to herself as she stood up, wondering what Tom’s reaction would be when she presented him with the evidence of her arousal simply by offering to shake his hand. The action seemed deliciously sinful, slutty even, and she smoothed down her skirt, making sure not to wipe the tell-tale juices away.
A quick glance through the viewer showed her it was indeed Tom and she took a deep breath.
Showtime!
* * * *
Opening the door, Julia smiled at her willing victim. She offered her hand for him to shake, as per the advice from Josie. Instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips, brushing them over the back of her hand in the old-fashioned but very flirty gesture. He paused with her hand an inch away from his face and she saw his nostrils flare.
Julia didn’t know where to look as his mouth curled into a smile. He held her hand there for a moment then completed his movement, kissing her lightly on the back of her hand. That would have been enough to start her blushing, but the knowledge of where her hand had been only a minute or so before, together with his detection of that fact, sent her face crimson.
Instead of letting go, he changed his grip, holding her fingers straight out, then turning her hand slowly, never taking his eyes off her face, pulled her fingers into his mouth. His lips closed around them and he sucked hard. She felt her heart pounding in her chest but couldn’t pull her gaze away as he continued to suck her fingers with obvious pleasure. After several long moments, he pulled her fingers back out and let her hand go. Only then did she realize they were still on the doorstep, the front door open and anyone watching from the street would have seen the whole thing.
“Come in…come in…” She almost pulled him over the threshold and closed the door behind him.
His face lit up with a lazy smile. “I didn’t realize you were that anxious to see me or I’d have followed you home from work.”
Julia allowed a slight shiver. It was a good job he hadn’t.
“I had to have something to eat first.”
“That’s okay, baby. I ate too. Now I want a little more of that sweet dessert.”
She chuckled. “That’s not quite what we agreed, is it? Remember, I’m the one in control here.”
“In a little while, maybe, but for the moment…”
Before she could respond, he pushed her back against the wall, one hand grabbing both of hers and pulling them up above her head as he pressed her back, his other hand dipping, catching the hem of the skirt and jerking it upward.
“Tom!”
“As I said, a little more of that sweetness first. You’re not going to deny me that, are you?”
She shuddered as his hand found the front of her underwear, pressing against the wet lace.
His grin seemed triumphant. “I knew you were hot to trot, baby. Now let’s start trotting.”
Before she could respond, his lips found hers, his tongue pressing between them. His fingers pushed the lace of her panties to the side, finding the damp skin underneath, then pressed between the even wetter outer folds of her slit. She moaned into his mouth, opening wide to allow his tongue to possess her. Even as his fingers worked on her, her hips were starting to roll. She already knew Tom was skilled with his hands. He proved it now as he shifted his stance, pushing one leg between hers to hold her while his hand changed its angle of approach. Now he had the room to drive his fingers up into her and he didn’t hesitate. She groaned under the impetus as he used two fingers on her right from the start.
Her hips flared and rolled, moving with him as he sawed his fingers in and out of her. Each time they penetrated, he curled them to catch the front wall of her slick channel. As he broke the kiss, she gasped for air and moaned loudly.
“You going to cum for me, baby?”
“No… No… Noooo…” Her words turned into a wail as she thrust her hips forward to capture his fingers deeper inside her. Josie’s idea of getting her to play with herself to get herself worked up before Tom arrived was now rebounding hard, and within seconds she could feel her legs trembling. Tom rammed his knee against the wall behind her, taking her weight on his leg as she started to slide down. He let go of her hands and pushed his hand under her armpit as she sagged down. She shuddered and shook then stiffened as the orgasm took hold. He held his fingers still and let her ride his hand. She tried to gasp out a protest, but nothing intelligible came from her mouth.
As she opened her eyes again and blinked, he gradually pulled his fingers from her still sucking pussy and patted her panties back into place. “Isn’t that better?”
She panted, wordlessly, as she tried to suck in the oxygen her system desperately needed. Without a peep of protest, she allowed him to lead her into the family room and he stopped dead as he saw the chair ready in the middle of the room and the handcuffs lying on the seat.
“You weren’t kidding, were you?”
As her senses returned, Julia allowed herself a soft smile. “No, not kidding. You want a beer first, or you want to sit down right there?”
“How about you going first, letting me cuff you instead?”
She almost forced the laugh, then hoped it didn’t sound false. She felt kittenish after the orgasm and knew the danger was there if she wasn’t careful. She couldn’t afford to let him tie her up.
“No. No chance. Maybe later if you’re a good boy, but do you want a beer?”
He shook his head and picked up one of the pairs of
cuffs. “No, no beer, thanks. I’m hard as a rock already, and I would like to get rid of that…problem.”
She chuckled, genuine this time. “I’m sure that can be arranged.”
“Good. These cuffs real?”
“For our purposes, yes. See the little button on the metal plate at the wrist?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s a quick release button—allows you to get out of the cuffs. Press it.”
She’d been careful, stacking the cuffs one on top of each other, and she’d made sure the top pair was the pair with the working escape button. He would have no idea her engineer husband had rigged the other two pairs so the button didn’t work. She couldn’t let him find that out until it was too late.
Dutifully, Tom pressed the button and they clicked open. She grabbed the other two pairs before he could, and then held her hand out for the open pair.
“Sit.”
“Okay, okay. Bossy woman.”
“Don’t you forget it. From here on you call me Madame.”
He laughed, obviously delighted with the way she was starting to play with him. He sat down.
“Like this?”
“No, put your feet to the side. Press them against the legs of the chair.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Okay, what?”
He chuckled. “Okay, Madame.”
“Better.” She tried to look stern, but she knew her flushed face and bright eyes would be giving her away. Dropping one pair of cuffs behind her, she knelt in front of him, grabbing his left ankle and pushing it against the chair leg. “Like that, understood?”
“Yes, Madame.”
She knew Josie and Karen would be listening at the top of the stairs now, and would be desperately holding back their giggles. There again, they’d have heard what Tom did to her, and her loud orgasm as a result, so would also know things weren’t entirely going to plan.
She cuffed his left leg and watched as he moved his right leg to the same position. The cuffs were fastened around his ankle and around the chair leg above the stretcher. There was no way to remove them without the key. She refastened the open pair, using them to secure his other leg. She could see he was carefully watching her chest as she moved around in front of him. She looked into his eyes and smiled, then, reaching down, undid the top button on her top, exposing her cleavage. He licked his lips so she did the second button as well, leaving only one button, almost at her waist, fastened. “See, good behavior gets rewarded. Put your arms behind the chair.”
