After pizza, he grinned at her and she sat still as he polished up the remains of their meal.
“Coffee?”
“No, honey, I want you to go back upstairs.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Right now, in fact.”
“Oh?” She allowed a little smile to play over her lips. She’d offered herself to him on a plate earlier, or rather in the shower. Maybe he was more interested, after all. In any case, it wouldn’t take her long to get naked—other than the towel on her head, all she wore was the thin silk robe.
“Upstairs, now.”
“Why?” Her question was coquettish and she tried to convey that to him but Max seemed intent on not answering her questions.
“If you think I won’t put you over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift and carry you there, believe me, I will. Upstairs now, wench.”
She shuddered as she rose to her feet. Max was rarely like this, but she wasn’t averse to a bit of role play if that’s what he wanted.
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s better. Especially after the weekend.”
She stiffened, the smile starting to slip from her face. Max was staring at her, his eyes boring into her. She swallowed hard and, turning, headed for the stairs. She heard him following her across the family room. She shivered again.
“Max?” Her voice sounded small to her own ears.
“Upstairs.” He, on the other hand, sounded implacable, his tone different from any he’d ever used with her before.
Once in the bedroom, he continued his string of orders.
“Put those shoes on and stand at the foot of the bed.”
She hadn’t had any time in the bedroom after her shower, so hadn’t noticed he’d got one of her pairs of heels out of her wardrobe. He must have done that after his shower while she was having hers. The black shoes had four-inch heels, and the heels themselves were silver. The soles were silver too, although that had worn away a little under the ball of her foot. She’d always thought of them as her CFM shoes. If she wore them, he was sure to get amorous before the end of the evening. She felt a little less anxious and, quickly slipping them on, moved to stand at the foot of the bed.
“Lose the robe.”
Julia glanced at the window. The drapes were still open. If she dropped the robe, people, especially her neighbor over the road, would be able to see—again.
“Stop hesitating and lose the robe. Don’t worry, you won’t be on your feet for long. While you’re at it, lose the towel on your head as well. Robe first, though.”
She tried not to shiver as she reached down and unbelted the robe, letting it hang loosely at her sides. Max was standing behind her, and was, she sensed, watching her carefully as she stripped in front of him. The shoes were the strange bit—one thing she didn’t understand.
The robe hit the floor and she unwound the towel from her head. Her hair wasn’t dry and was, if anything, a tangled mess, but it wasn’t soaking wet either. In any case, it didn’t seem like she was going to get any time to do anything about it.
“Good.”
She started to turn but Max’s next order stopped her. “On the bed, head close to the pillows, on your stomach.”
“What?”
“Do it!”
She shivered again, unable to prevent the reaction. Despite her misgivings at this new Max, she did as her husband asked. As she climbed onto the bed and crawled toward the top, she could tell her pussy was puffed up and moist, and hoped that was the reaction Max wanted.
“Stretch your arms out to the sides. Good.”
He moved around the side of the bed nearest the window and sat on the bed next to her hand. He stroked her hair gently and she sighed. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“But you asked to be punished, so that’s what I’m going to do. So, lie still.”
She turned her face toward him and stared at him as he slowly reached down to the side of the bed and retrieved what she realized was one of his work ties. Moving quickly and steadily, he wrapped it around her wrist then lifted her hand to the bedpost and tied it off there. Her hand was turned outward so she couldn’t grab the post itself.
“Bondage?”
“No, just restraints. Not too tight?”
She pulled at it a little, letting herself smile as she noticed how his voice had softened. “No.”
“Good. Other side now.”
He walked around the bed and within a couple of minutes her right hand was securely trussed the same way. This time, he remained sitting on the bed, running his hand up and down the gentle curve of her spine. She could feel her body reacting to his touch.
“One more tie.”
“One more?”
He leant over her and dangled a tie in front of her face. “Lift your head up a little.”
“Oh.” She swallowed hard but did as he asked. Wrapping the tie across her eyes, he circled her head twice and then secured it behind her head with a secure knot. She shivered again, unable to control her reactions as he cut off all vision. Her breathing quickened as she realized just how much more helpless she was now. Max chuckled and he climbed off the bed. She heard him open a drawer, and pull something out, then he was close to her legs.
“I need you to keep your legs still, so this is the easiest way.” She felt him wrap something around her ankles a couple of times and tie it off, then he repeated the process nearer her knees. It took her a moment to realize the touch was so familiar because he’d secured her legs using a pair of her stockings rather than any more of his tie collection. Tying her legs together, though, seemed strange. She’d expected him to tie her legs to the corners of the bed, opening her for his use. Clearly, Max wasn’t just thinking about sex—he had something else in mind.
“You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look like that.”
She shuddered.
“I have to get a picture. I’m going to fetch the camera.”
“Max, no.”
“Be quiet or I’ll use a pair of panties to gag you.”
In the face of that threat, she fell quiet, then listened as he left the room, assuming he’d gone downstairs. In any case, she didn’t hear him. Maybe he was standing in the doorway watching her, or maybe he had really gone downstairs—if he didn’t make any noise she had no way of telling what he was doing.
Julia tried to picture what she looked like. Her body was secured in a Y shape, and the way he’d secured her legs stopped her moving around too much. Her butt must be sticking up in the air, and given he’d tied her legs close together, she felt sure her butt would be a target for a spanking. Would he be playing, or was he really in earnest here?
Speaking of Max, where was he? He’d had more than enough time to get downstairs and back to retrieve the camera, but she knew if he came back into the room she’d hear him. She’d certainly hear the camera shutter. She heard nothing. Occasionally, a car went past on the street outside, a muffled sound she was familiar with. She lost track of time, unable to measure it in any way. She thought she heard a car closer, then decided that was their neighbors getting home. Nobody came and knocked on the door or rang the doorbell, anyway. Peace returned, and Julia realized only anxiety was keeping her from dropping off to sleep.
She couldn’t be sure, but a few minutes later she thought she heard a sound, and guessed Max had returned to the room. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it. The tie covered her eyes quite well, but she sensed a flash going off. The idea of the obscene spectacle she presented sent a shiver down her spine and she heard a soft masculine chuckle. She knew that laugh well, so had no doubts about it being her husband.
“I see you didn’t fall asleep then. That’s good.”
“Are you going to let me loose now?”
“Why would I do that? Your punishment is only just beginning. Remember, no questions or I’ll gag you with a pair of panties.”
She bit back her gasp at the knowledge she could do nothing othe
r than wait for him to proceed. She forced herself to lie still, only to get another low chuckle from him.
Slap!
She almost bounced up off the bed, the sting on her butt was so hard as he slapped her left cheek.
“Ow!”
Slap!
This time it was the right one and, if anything, that stung even more. She almost sobbed. With the blindfold she had no warning about what he was doing to her.
“Stop!”
“I warned you, no talking.”
Slap!
Slap!
One more on each side. Her ass convulsed with pain as he spanked her. He wasn’t holding back. They’d been full blown slaps, designed to sting and redden her ass, not playful slaps in any way. She could feel her tears wetting the tie that covered her eyes. She wanted to grab the bed posts but he’d been fiendishly clever the way he’d tied her—she couldn’t—and all she could do was rub the backs of her hands against the cool metal, which provided no relief, no release of the tension. She tried to bend her legs but his hands grabbed her ankles and straightened them.
His fingernails dug into her skin—his long fingernails. Max didn’t have long fingernails! There was someone else in the room witnessing her humiliation—another woman.
“What the fuck…?”
“Ah, she’s just realized your presence. Give me your panties. I warned you not to speak, Julia, so now you’re going to be gagged.”
“No problem.”
Julia grunted in shock. It was Josie’s voice—Josie, her best friend from work, standing in her bedroom looking down on her naked trussed body. Josie, who had just so matter-of-factly agreed to hand Julia’s husband her panties. Did that mean Josie was naked too?
Whirls of images filled her mind as she tried to process more questions than information. Something told her it would be better to remain silent as Max and Josie…shit! Maybe others, too! There was a rustle of clothing, accompanied by the sound of a zip lowering. Was that Josie’s skirt or dress, or was it Max’s fly? She couldn’t tell. The rustling continued along with a muffled thump as something hit the floor. In her mind, she could see Josie standing next to the bed, removing her dress then slowly sliding her panties down and handing them to Max, not trying to cover her nakedness as Julia’s husband feasted his gaze on the brunette’s body.
Julia whimpered as she realized Max had been careful the way he worded his threat to gag her. He’d never said he’d use a pair of her own clean panties—she’d just assumed that. The bed moved under her and she felt a hand touch her face.
Max spoke from right next to her ear. “Open wide.”
She shook her head.
“Open, or I’ll pinch your nose.”
She felt something light brush across her top lip and she couldn’t help inhaling the smell of her friend’s arousal as he almost tickled her with Josie’s underwear. There was no doubt the sight of her bound and helpless had turned on her colleague and friend.
“Last time asking—open up.”
“Please, Max…”
Of course, opening her mouth to speak, to plead, was what he was waiting for. Quick as a flash, he thrust the panties into her mouth, his fingers working the lace further and further into her mouth. Her mouth flooded with saliva, and she forced herself to swallow, which simply carried the taste of Josie’s overheated pussy over her taste buds. She moaned at the shameful act but lay still as Max climbed off the bed.
“So, Josie, what do you think of her butt? Is it glowing enough?”
Her friend chuckled. “Yes, it’s almost scarlet.”
Waves of shame washed through her system as the two discussed the coloration of her butt. She wanted to cry out but the sodden ball of lace filled her mouth, as effectively as a muffle.
“You know what happens next, don’t you, Josie?”
Behind the blindfold, Julia’s eyes flared wide.
“Yes, my turn.”
Her turn? Her turn? Was Josie going to spank her next?
“Your turn for what, Josie?”
“My turn to get spanked red like that.”
Julia was panting for breath as she listened in, a blind spectator to what was happening around her.
“Climb onto the bed and assume the position we agreed.”
If her eyes could have opened any wider, they would have done. Obviously, Max and Josie had been in discussion over this, and she couldn’t work out when. Then it hit her. He’d said he’d been busy last night—busy talking to her friend, busy setting this up. She fumed and struggled to free her hands but Max had tied them too securely. She felt Josie’s hands holding her legs as she bucked against her bonds.
“Calm down, honey. It won’t be long now.”
She lay still, giving in as Josie climbed up the bed. She expected Josie to stretch out beside her, but that was obviously not the plan. Josie crawled up her body instead. She buried her head into Julia’s still damp hair, her arms slipping underneath Julia’s pinned ones to effectively restrain herself. She could feel the other woman’s naked breasts pressing against her back, and the dampness from her wet pussy leaking down onto her sore butt. Josie’s knees were either side of Julia’s hips and she knew her friend was spread wide open to Max’s gaze.
Slap!
This time the blow didn’t land on her. It must have been Josie’s butt that felt the sting of Max’s hand. Even so, the blow reverberated through the other woman into her own body. She grunted as Josie whimpered.
Slap!
From the way Josie jerked, that had been the other side and Julia tried hard not to gasp in both pain from the fact her own butt was sore and Josie’s weight was bouncing on it, but also from pleasure at the way the brunette’s nipples seemed to unfurl against the skin of her back.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
She could feel the wetness from Josie’s tears on the back of her neck by the time Max stopped spanking her friend prostrate on top of her. She could also feel the way Josie’s pussy was leaking moisture at a copious rate.
“Fuck! You two should see this sight—four bright red globes right in front of me. Awesome. Where’s that camera?”
The two women lay still, both panting for air as Max moved around the bed. Julia could only assume he was taking pictures of the two of them from every angle, the blindfold preventing her from seeing what he was doing. Josie didn’t move, only her harsh breathing giving away the fact she appeared to be enjoying this. The brunette could obviously see the camera flashes going off, so had an advantage over Julia but Julia didn’t care about that.
She desperately wanted Max to untie her now but she couldn’t ask, not with her mouth full of her friend’s underwear.
“Touch her, Josie. You know what to do.”
What? She tried to speak but nothing intelligible came out. Josie withdrew her arms from where she’d used Julia’s arms to pin herself down and then started to wiggle her hands underneath Julia’s body, trapping herself in a different way.
One hand found Julia’s left breast, the other working down to the narrow cleft where her legs were tightly pressed together. As soon as the hands were in place on her helpless restrained body, Josie’s knowing fingers got to work.
The bed moved underneath her and she knew Max had climbed onto it to join them. His legs slid either side of hers, inside Josie’s feet.
In a moment of shocking clarity she realized what Max intended. He was going to fuck Josie on top of her. It was obvious Josie wasn’t going to object either as the brunette’s fingers dug deeper into her own cleft.
Josie wailed and grunted as Max slid into her. Julia could feel every movement as Josie’s legs clenched and her butt spasmed, thrusting her body down on Julia’s already tortured butt.
She knew her friend was turned on—she’d had enough evidence of that over the last few minutes—but was surprised as Max seemed to slide into her with virtually no resistance. Josie’s fingers found Julia’s clit and pinche
d it. She gasped into the gag and started to work it out with her tongue. It was just a ball of sodden lace now, tasteless as she’d sucked all of Josie’s juices from it, not entirely intentionally either.
Max started to fuck Josie, the brunette’s body sliding on top of hers. Sweat quickly formed a sheen between them, allowing Josie to slide more easily. Julia could feel the other woman’s nipples being dragged up and down on her back, a strange but intensely erotic feeling. Lower down, the feeling was repeated. She could feel Josie’s stomach flexing and bouncing as Max pumped into her. To the sides, Max’s thighs trapped her legs, and again she could feel his muscles moving as he fucked her friend. Her butt was trapped underneath the weight of the two bodies but the soreness was dissipating as the arousal flourished. Josie’s fingers were working hard on her too, pinching her nipple and vigorously rubbing her clit.
There were too many sensations running through her body, overpowering every other rational thought, but she finally managed to spit the last bit of the panties from her mouth and gasp for air.
Josie was moaning and shuddering on top of her and then, with a sudden vicious pinch of her nipple, the other woman stiffened and shook, almost screaming as she came. The feel of Josie’s body writhing on top of her as she came, knowing it was her own husband giving her friend so much pleasure, was too much for Julia and a couple of seconds later she came too, her howl echoing Josie’s. Max seemed to grunt but carried on pumping into Josie.
Julia tried to hump up against Josie to add her own movement to the strange ménage, but couldn’t move that much. Her shoulders were stiff and sore but still the fucking went on. Max had stamina, she knew that, but she’d have expected the erotic sight underneath him to send him over the edge by now. He seemed to show no sign of impending climax.
The constant rubbing of Josie’s body against hers, as well as her friend’s fingers working on her sensitive nipple and slit, sent her over the edge again. She felt Josie tense up as she came too, almost in perfect synchronicity.
“Please…please.”
Julia could hear her friend’s pleas, knowing she wanted Max to cum too. She wanted to add her own voice to the pleas but remembered Max’s admonition about speaking, so remained silent lest he reinserted the gag.
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