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More of What Friends Are For Ch. 01

By: nastystoryguy



I'd like to thank the many readers who took time to send me feedback on "What are friends for?" The response was far more than I ever dreamed and unanimously in favor of a sequel, so here it is. 

I hope everyone likes it at least as well as the original. Please let me know your thoughts either way.

Regards,

Nasty

Now on to the story:

The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.

The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.

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It was Wednesday morning. I was trying to decide how long to wait before calling John. Just as I decided that I'd wait until Friday and if I hadn't heard from him by then I'd call, the phone rang. Sure enough it was him.

"Scott, how about lunch?" he was brisk, even for him. Not a good sign I didn't think.

I already had a lunch appointment, but I replied, "Sure, when and where?"

"How about noon at that same deli?"

"Okay"

"Okay, I'll see you then" and the phone went dead. Still not a good sign.

I called my lunch appointment and rescheduled. I really didn't know what to expect. The morning seemed to drag by. I was a few minutes early when I got to the restaurant. The always punctual John already had a table. He'd managed a booth with some privacy.

He stood as I reached him, smiled and shook my hand, "Hi Scott, how are you?" Pretty normal so far.

"Good, you?"

"Okay", then silence.

I'd decided since he'd called me I'd let him start. I was sure he would. I wanted to inquire after Laura, but thought better of it.

He looked up and had a hard look in his eyes, "Scott, what the Hell did you do to my . . ."

I'd expected that might very well be how he wanted this to go. No way in Hell!

"Hold it right there! You begged me to do this and what was the number one condition under which I reluctantly agreed, huh?" I was talking louder than I intended.

John replied more evenly, "Okay, I'm sorry, I know I agreed, but Jesus Scott!"

"Look John, I'll tell you this much, then we are done talking about it, forever! I did exactly what Laura wanted, exactly what she and I agreed, exactly what you and I agreed, period!"

I took a drink of water, I needed to calm down.

"So, how is she doing?" I asked having regained my control.

John looked up again and took a deep breath, he too was more calm, "She's still pretty sore everywhere. The bruises still show, but they're fading and the welts are gone."

"That sounds normal, but how is she DOING?" I asked still calm.

"Better than me actually, but she has been too sore for me to touch her since Sunday night" he replied with a sadness in his voice.

Sunday night huh, that held some promise, "What happened Sunday night?"

"Jesus Scott, what kind of a question is that?" he said raising his voice again.

Remaining calm I replied, "It's one about your sex life, which you two put me smack in the middle of, that's what kind. And it's important for you, that you tell me, okay!"

When he remained silent I went on, I owed him some help I felt, "Did you do what I suggested?"

After a hesitation, "Yes"

"And?"

"And what, I did what you suggested"

"John, where you rough on her?"

"Yes, damn it, enough so I could tell it was hurting, but she didn't say anything! Happy?" I could see his anger, but he was controlling it.

Softer, "John, I'm asking for a very good reason, and now I'm going to ask something real personal, but it's terribly important. How did you feel about it and how did she react?"

He looked at me with a bit of surprise on his face, took a deep breath and started, "Well, like you said, I was pissed at both of you. When she and I were fucking, and it was fucking not lovemaking, I was probably rougher with her than I'd ever been" he paused, but I sensed he had decided to tell me all, "When I could tell it was hurting her, well it actually turned me on. I guess the revenge factor or something. But what surprised me most was that she came as hard as she ever does."

I wanted to turn handsprings, but tried to contain my enthusiasm. 

"John, from what you just told me, I think there may be a good chance that your marriage is not only going to survive, but flourish. You are going to have to trust me though and it's going to get weird, even more so than to this point.

"I have an idea, but it will depend on if I'm right about Laura. I suspect that she's going to want a repeat of last weekend. Now don't go thinking it has anything to me, it doesn't. It's about the fact that after going without something she actually needs and likes for so long, she's had a taste of it again and I'm pretty sure she's going to want more

"Even though I was pretty rough on her, she knows she can trust me and she knows you trust me too. At least I hope you still do."

"Oh Hell Scott, I still trust you. Shit, I damn near forced you to do this and you tried to tell me I didn't know what I was getting into. I can't help being pissed at both you and Laura, but it's really me I'm pissed at. It's my own damn fault!" he admitted.

"Well don't be too hard on yourself. Look I said I had an idea, want to hear about it?"

"Of course" he replied.

"Well, I think Laura is going to keep having a need for some pretty rough stuff, whether it's with me or someone else, or  YOU!"

"What!" he almost choked, "I told you I just can't do it"

"What you told me was it turned you on last Sunday night to know you were hurting your wife when you were fucking her!" I pointed out.

"Look" I continued "the best thing for your marriage is that the two of you find a middle ground that works for you both. Maybe you can't give it to Laura the way I did, but maybe you don't have to. Maybe you just need to give her enough to keep her satisfied, not fulfill her wildest fantasy. Hell rarely do any of us get to do that.!

"Now here is my plan. When Laura wants more"

John cut me off, "IF Laura wants more!"

"Okay, IF Laura wants more, here is what we'll do. That is if you agree of course."

John knew Laura would want more, he just didn't want to admit it. I gave him an overview of my idea. I didn't want to scare him off up front and besides, it was going to need quite a bit of refining. He listened almost dumbstruck, but I could see in his face it held a certain fascination for him. 

We parted agreeing that we'd go about life normally. I wouldn't avoid Laura, but I wouldn't go out of my way to be where she was either. He and I would do our normal guy things and we'd wait for her to approach him again.

I was convinced it wouldn't be long. I really thought this was going to work for them and I have to be honest, my plan included me having at least one more session with that wild bitch, a though which pleased me greatly. There was even an outside possibility that I could get to do that periodically on an ongoing basis, if everything went perfect. Another idea that made me smile.

John and I got together for a beer a couple of times and took in a ball game one weekend. I'd seen Laura, but only to say hello once when I picked John up to go somewhere.

It had been just over three weeks since that unbelievable event that I got the expected call from Laura.

"Hi Scott, how are you?" she asked, somewhat coyly.

"I'm fine, how are you?" I countered.

"Good, really, good" big pause.

"How do you feel?" I asked sincerely.

"Oh, I'm fine. Fully recovered. You were quite the master, I ached and hurt, but nothing injured and within a week I was back to normal" she said very matter of factly. 

"That's good. That was my intent"

"I know. I mostly called to say thank you. I know that's awkward for both of us, but I needed what you gave me. Badly" she finished.

"Yeah, I know. Well it sounds strange, even to me, but 'you're welcome' is the only response that comes to mind!" I replied.

She laughed, "Yeah it does sound strange, but it's appropriate. Scott?"

Uh oh, thought, "Yes?"

"I need more!"

Silence from both of us.

Ultimately it was me who spoke first, "Have you discussed this with John?"

"No, not yet. I will. I knew that would be one of your first questions, but I need to know if your willing before I approach him. It will be very hard for him, and if you said no, well, I think it would finish us! So I need to know your answer first!" she said, obviously baring her sole. 

"Laura, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been expecting this call. I have. You have to go through John, but if he asks me to do it, well then, the answer is yes. You must know how much I enjoyed the first time. There is no way I'd say no about a repeat!" I knew there was a smile in my voice.

"I'm really glad to hear that" she said, obviously as excited as I was, "I'm sure you'll hear from John soon!"

The phone went dead. I was both excited and nervous! It was quite a rush, I'd wanted this to happen, but I was still apprehensive. The burden was almost overwhelming. My plan could either salvage their marriage or ruin it! I couldn't be sure which it would turn out to be. 

The next morning I heard from John, "You were right. I guess I knew you would be. We need to talk about Laura. How about lunch again today, same time and place?"

He sounded quite calm, even cheerful. I suspected that he had warmed to my idea somewhat. 

"I really can't today. Full schedule. How about a beer after work instead. Besides we might both need one to talk about this" was my reply.

"Okay, that works too"

We arranged the details and hung up.

I did have a full day, but that didn't keep me from running things over in mind again and again. After all, it's not that taxing selling beer!

We arrived at almost exactly the same time, found a corner table and ordered a couple of beers.

John seemed to be pretty much himself as we shot the shit about nothing for a few minutes. Finally I broached the reason for our meeting.

"John, this has to be one of the strangest things I've ever got myself into!" I laughed quietly.

"No shit, I know what you mean. If anyone would ever have suggested we'd be involved in something like this I would have called them crazy not long ago, but now . . ." he replied. 

"I assume Laura approached you about, well about more of the same?" I asked.

"Yup, just like you figured"

"What did she tell you?" I was trying to discern if she told him she'd already talked to me.

"Look, I know you're in a bit of an awkward situation, don't worry about. She told me she called you, but you told her she had to talk to me. I appreciated that, really I do" he seemed sincere.

"Well, I didn't want to keep it from you, but I didn't want to rat her out if she hadn't told you either. Thanks for letting me know" I said, relieved. 

I wasn't going to tell him she asked if I would and I'd agreed, unless Laura had already told him.

"So what did she say?" I inquired.

"Well, she told me that after your, uh, your, last time together she realized she'd really missed that part of her life and that if she and I are going to get along she needs a safe outlet to be happy. She keeps trying to reassure me that it's not about me, but I know it is, to some extent at least. Anyway, last night she asked me if I could be okay with it again and if so would I ask you again.

"I told her I'd have to think about it. Then this morning I told her I'd talk to you today. And here we are" he explained. She hadn't told him she'd already asked me!

"Have you thought some more about our conversation on this?"

"Shit Scott, the better question is 'have I thought about anything else?'"

"Well?"

"I really have thought about what you said. I'm convinced that if I can't fulfill her needs, sooner or later, best friend or not, our marriage isn't going to survive."

"I think you're probably right man. I hate to say it, but I do" I said earnestly.

"Besides, after that Sunday night, and thinking about what you said, I think I might enjoy myself more than I had ever thought possible in the past" he said pensively.

"I think you need to give it a try and see. And don't forget what I told you, the two of you may have to meet in the middle and find something that works for both of you. It doesn't have to be perfect or meet either of your needs 100%. If Laura loves you like she says, and I absolutely believe she does, then I think this will work, as long as you can enjoy it and not just find it a repugnant task you do for her sake. And if you'll let me help like we discussed, I think you probably can!" I explained.

"Well, I'm convinced I have to try. After all, how bad can it be?" she said with a mischievous grin, the likes of which I don't think I'd ever seen on John's face before. 

"There is one other thing though" he continued, far more serious again.

"What's that?" I asked, quite unsure of what he was talking about.

With a completely different, rather sheepish grin he replied, "Well, maybe I can learn the rough stuff from you and even enjoy it, but I can't grow my cock to match yours. Especially based on what Laura said!"

"God Damn her!" I barked, only have kidding.

John laughed out loud and I couldn't help but join him.

"Fuck! Okay look, that may be true, but I doubt that part of it will matter much if you can handle the rest. She probably didn't find the reality to meet the expectation anyway. Most women don't, trust me" I said, trying to be encouraging, but meaning it too.

"I was mostly kidding you. She did say something about your size, but we really haven't talked about that weekend. We both agreed it would only make matters worse. And she didn't comment on how she felt about that aspect, really!" he said easily.

I was a little pissed and since he'd jerked my chain I thought I'd jerk back a little too.

"Well, if she did find that part important, Hell, what are friends for?" I chuckled.

"You fucking bastard!" he said with an easy laugh.

"Look, seriously, I doubt that's going to be an issue. Let's go ahead with our plan and just see how it works out. If you're game that is?" I said, trying to get off the size issue.

I felt guilty as Hell, but I hoped it really was going to matter and I could stay involved with this insane arrangement. Oh, don't misunderstand, I liked Laura just fine, very much in fact, but I am deeply into my no serious relationships lifestyle. I just found her to be the best damn fuck I'd ever experience and if there was a way to keep doing it, I would. At least for a while!

"I don't see any alternative. If I don't even try and then lose her, I'd blame myself forever. Let's do it" he said with obvious enthusiasm.

"Okay, here is what you need to know for now . ." I started.

I went on to give him directions to the cabin. We agreed that he'd give us about an hour head start, then follow us. I carefully described the turnoff and road into the place, instructing him to park just inside the gate that is about a quarter mile from the cabin. That way Laura wouldn't hear the car. We set it up so he'd walk to the cabin and arrive just before noon. He was walk through the door at exactly 1:00. We scripted the first scene, if you will, and I told him we'd just have to play it by ear after that. I explained the basic rules of how things worked, described safe words and as best I could, got a feel for what he'd be okay with and what he might think was over the line. I got him to agree to try and push himself, explaining he could always scale back to a greater comfort level for him as the two of them went forward. I felt like I'd covered it all.

We set it up so that I'd meet Laura for a drink the following evening, Tuesday, just like the last time, to establish the ground rules. That would give me three days to get everything ready. I planned a little more advance work than last time.

I got caught in traffic so was a few minutes late. Laura was already there when I arrived. She waved as I looked around. As I got to the table she got up and gave me a hug and a very warm kiss, after all, we were 'old friends' now. I unabashedly looked her up and down. She was not dressed quite as outrageously as the last time we'd met like this, but she was wearing one of her trademark sexy-sluttish outfits. 

Evidently being more comfortable than the time before, she had ordered a Chardonnay. The waiter showed up and I had my standard beer. 

"You look great, as always" I told her.

"You are full of shit, as always" she laughed in reply.

Softly I said, "You look like a girl who is on the make and you know it. And you really do look great!"

She actually blushed slightly and more graciously said, "Thank you, and I am on the make!"

"Good!" I laughed. She laughed too. Yup, old friends.

"John says we're on for this weekend again?" she said, expressed as a question.

"I'm ready if you are" I was working hard not to mess up and somehow tip the fact that John was going to be joining us. 

"I definitely am," she said "but could we talk about it a little?"

"Of course, you know that" I replied straightforwardly. 

"Last time was extremely exciting, and you did exactly what we agreed to, but it was a little more than I really had in mind. Don't misunderstand, I wouldn't change a thing and I'm truly glad I experienced it, but it was too much for a regular event. Okay?" she asked with some obvious difficulty.

"Look Laura, I think you know my attitude is complete mutual agreement. I was extra hard on you because you asked for it. I have no problems toning it down. I'm positive we will both still have a very good time" I said genuinely meaning it. 

"Well, not too much. Maybe just a little more sex and a little less pain" she chuckled.

I couldn't help myself, I laughed loudly, then said, "You total slut!"

"Yeah" she said blushing again.

More seriously, "Okay, I assume you want safe words this time?"

"I won't make the mistake of saying no to that again. I really would have used them last time"

"Tell me when, so I'll be able to judge things a little better" I asked.

"Well, for sure down at the tree when you caned me, and probably when you used the crop on my, uh  your cunt" she blushed deeply this time.

"Any other times?" I prompted.

"Nope, just those two"

"Do you know the 'slowdown', 'stop' approach?" I went on.

She shook her head indicating she did not.

"Well, you get two words, like Yellow and Red. The first means 'slowdown' in other words your telling your partner that your close to a limit and to ease up some, but don't stop. The second one, of course means stop, stop completely and totally, release any restraints, remove any toys, total all stop!"

"Sounds good, yeah that would be just right, one more thing?"

"Tell me the one more thing, then I have to explain a little further" I replied.

"No gag this time, Okay?" she was asking pretty tentatively. Evidently afraid she was pushing too far. She wasn't.

"No problem, at least not up there. You can yell as loud as you want. It could be a problem in an apartment though!" I said laughing.

She laughed too.

"Okay, now for the further explanation. So that the sub doesn't abuse the safe word I have some additional rules. If you use the 'stop' word, fine, but that means the session is over for good. In our case that would mean, 'pack up and go home'. The 'slowdown' has no restrictions except if I decide you are overusing it, you lose it. Then you only have stop left. In your case, after last time I'm confident you wouldn't overuse it, but the rule is there just the same. Understand"


More of What Friends Are For Ch. 01



"Isn't that a little on the elaborate side?" she asked lightly.

"Laura, if you don't have guidelines and safeguards, you aren't talking about consensual play, but violence and abuse. I want no part of that. Now do you understand it?" I said very seriously.

"Yup, that's all clear. You really are into this, aren't you?" she said a little surprised.

"From time to time I've been in pretty deep, yes. But it had actually been a long while until you and John approached me. I must say I'm very happy that you did."

She smiled at that.

We agreed to 9:30 again on Saturday morning, finished our drink and I walked her to her car. Before she got in I received another hug and an even better kiss.

As soon as I got home I jumped on the computer. I went to a couple of search engines and browsed a small number of adult toy sites. I ordered a few items paying extra for overnight delivery, meaning I'd have them Thursday by noon. First thing on Wednesday, I cleared my schedule for Thursday afternoon and all day Friday, I had plans!

I had to put in an extra long day Wednesday, but still had time on the way home to stop at an adult 'book' store I knew, that sold a Hell of a lot other than books. I was up and at it early again on Thursday, but by noon I'd taken care of everything I'd needed to for the whole week. I got home by 1:00, grabbed my bag full of clothes and toys, the packages I'd bought the night before and picked up the FedEx package off the front step and put it all in the truck. After stocking up at the store I was on the road headed to the cabin before 3:00. Because I hit rush hour traffic it was almost 6:00 by the time I got there.

I unloaded the truck, opened the place up so it could air out, put the stuff that needed to be kept cold in the cooler, popped a beer and went out to sit on the porch and watch the sunset on a lovely evening. It had been several weeks since I'd brought Laura here and I hadn't been back since, seeing as how we were between hunting and fishing seasons. I knew I'd still enjoy coming here for that, but I also knew I'd never think about this place the same way. 

I had all day on Friday to get stuff ready, so I just enjoyed the evening with a nice meal and a few brews and hit the sack early.

Probably from the excitement, I woke up earlier than usual on Friday. I made coffee and breakfast and then got to work. It took me most of the day to do everything I had in mind, but when I was finished I was completely satisfied that everything was ready for the weekend. 

I headed home, again running into the afternoon traffic and since it was Friday it ended up taking longer to get home even than it had to go up the day before. I was going to spend a lot of time going back and forth to the cabin in one week, but it was certainly going to be worth it. 

I had a nice dinner and was in bed early again on Friday. I wanted to be well rested for the weekend. 

Saturday morning I was at John and Laura's at 9:30 sharp again. John was out in the driveway by the time I was out of the truck. I could see he was even more excited than I was. 

"Laura will be out in right away. What time do you have?" he blurted.

We quickly synced our watches before Laura arrived.

"Is everything cool?" I asked, worried about his abnormal fidgeting. 

"Yeah, yeah!" he continued nervously.

"Calm down for Chris sake or she know something's up" I hissed as Laura came out the door.

To his credit, he changed instantly. They went through their kiss and 'I Love You' routine and we were ready to go.

Laura noticed the lack of 'stuff' when she put her bag in back, "Traveling a little light aren't you?"

"I was up to the cabin checking on things earlier in the week. I took my stuff up then" I said as nonchalantly as I could. 

"Hmm, that doesn't sound good" she chuckled.

Since she was more or less on to me I replied, "Well, I did arrange a surprise or two for you."

"Oh shit!" she muttered while laughing. 

We were on our way.

To be continued...

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More of What Friends Are For Ch. 02



The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.

The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.

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In contrast to our silent transport in each direction the first trip to the cabin, we chatted back and forth a bit. There were periods without conversation, but it was pretty normal. We didn't discuss either the previous weekend or the upcoming one, except that early on we each allowed as how we were looking forward to it.

We arrived at 11:20. The traffic had been light, as usually on a Saturday morning in the off season, and we'd made good time. The timing would be just right. I grabbed Laura's bag and we went inside and opened the place up. It was going to be a nice warm day.

There is an old clock that hangs on the wall and doesn't keep very good time, but it can be seen from anywhere in the room. I went over and set it from my watch. It would be good enough for the next couple of hours which was all I cared about.

Laura immediately noticed the unusual padded horse in the middle of the room. It was really just a tall sawhorse with a vinyl covered pad on top and especially wide legs.

"That one of the surprises?" she asked indicating the horse.

"As a matter of fact, yes it is" I told her, "but we'll get to that a little later."

I scurried around and did the few things I needed to in order to get the place ready. Since I'd been there so recently it didn't take long.

Laura was just looking around, putting her stuff away and was making herself comfortable.

Once I was done with my chores I said sternly, "Undress!" 

"Not wasting any time, are you?" she giggled, but was already doing as instructed.

Even though it wasn't quite as novel as the first time, I almost gasped as she stripped. She really is beautiful and has such a gorgeous body. And those tits, they are so big and firm and just seem to beg for punishment. Large, dark areolas and prominent nipples that when hard are about half an inch long.

"Come over here" I said sitting on the bed.

She did

"Turn around"

I cuffed her hands together behind her back, then moved her to the foot of the bed where I attached her ankles to the two legs. As a final point I laid her back on the bed. She was now pretty immobile and spread wide. I had perfect access to her pussy. 

Her breathing was a little heavy already, probably not having anticipated such a quick start and certainly wondering what I had in mind first. It would be a surprise I was sure, but one that was crucial to my plans.

I knelt down and started to attend to her already wet box with my mouth. Once I had her worked up a bit I started to probe her with a finger until I found her G spot which I then started to rub.

By that point she was trying to hump my face and moaning with pleasure. I removed my slick finger and replaced it with my thumb as I inserted the slippery digit in her back door.

She gasped and started hump even harder. I knew she was getting close. I slowed way down, ignoring her clit for the moment and barely moving my thumb against her G spot.

She groaned loudly, "Oh please don't. More. Let me cum!'

I looked up at her and said, "Give me your safe word."

She looked at me clearly confused, which was what I wanted.

"Give me your safe word, you know give it back so you no longer have one" I said plainly.

She let her head fall back and simply shook it from side to side.

"You'll change your mind" was all I said as I went back to her pussy, moving my thumb and finger more vigorously and starting to suck on her clit again. 

She let out another loud groan and soon was humping my face the best she could in her situation.

I took her right to the edge and then for a few minutes I backed off enough to hold her there but not let her cum before stopping altogether.

"Give me your safe word!" I said quietly, but firmly.

Her voice was raspy, but she said, "No."

I knew that being the slut she was, she'd soon give-in in order to be allowed to cum.

I let her calm down a little bit more and started up once more.

Soon she was begging, "God Scott, please make me cum, please!"

When I figured it would be just another instant and she'd cum, I stopped completely.

"NO! PLEASE!" she yelled.

"I'm just going to keep doing this all day and never let you cum until you give up your safe word" I said in an even voice I wanted to sound sincere.

"Fuck! Alright you bastard you can have my safe word back, just make me cum, NOW!"

And I did. I gave her the best oral workout I knew how, which is pretty damn good if I do say so.

"OH FUCK YES, SOOO GOOOD!" she screamed.

I kept at her until she stopped cumming, which took quite a while.

As I let her recover a little I undressed myself, freeing my cock which had been straining against my fly rather fiercely. 

"Oh fuck that was good Scott!'

"Then you'll love this" I said as I climbed on top of her and started to insert my fully erect cock in her cunt.

She was so wet and the muscles warmed by her cumming, that I was able to bury the whole thing quickly, being balls deep in a matter of a stroke or two. 

I knew I wasn't going to last long, but I wanted to be sure she came at least once more before I did. I needn't have worried. She was cumming again almost instantly. She came again a couple of minutes later and then a third time since I'd entered her when I started pinching one nipple rather hard while nibbling the other.

That was all I could take and I explode my load deep inside her as she continued to shake with her orgasm.

Spent, I laid inside her as my cock softened. One thing most women enjoy about my very large cock, and I find rather pleasurable myself, is that even as it goes soft it is still big enough that it doesn't slip out after sex, like evidently most guys do. Women tell me they like that continued full feeling as they enjoy the afterglow.

When we both had recovered I got up and untied Laura.

"You really are a son of a bitch, you know that!" she said with some obviously honest anger.

"Why did you make me give up my safe word, that wasn't fair!" she went on.

"You had a choice, you could have kept it. I didn't MAKE you give it up, I asked you to!"

"Bullshit!" she spat.

"Knock it off. It's done. Besides you lived through last time without one!" I said acting pissed, but I really wasn't. I'd tricked her and it was bordering on breaking the rules, but I didn't intend to abuse the situation, it was simply necessary to introduce John to the equation. After that I fully intended to give her back her safe words. 

Trying to make peace I offered to fix lunch, sure that like me she hadn't eaten that morning. I set out a light meal of cheeses and deli meats, plus some fruit. Even though there was some beer left from the day before and even a couple of bottles of wine I thought we might enjoy that evening AFTER we were done playing, my no alcohol rules still applied strictly until then, so I offered her a soda too.

We ate slowly, in silence.

"Still mad?" I asked breaking the ice.

The smile I got gave me the answer, but "No, not really. Besides I trust you, really I do. Just take it a little easier than last time, please!"

"I will, I promise" I said meaning it, but for different reasons than Laura would ever guess at that point. 

It was 12:30. I knew I was checking the time too frequently, but I couldn't help it. For one thing the timing of John's arrival was critical.

"I need to check the well. Want walk over to the pump house with me? It's beautiful out and it will only take a minute." the water came from a well and I needed to check the filter, but it could have waited. I was using it for a timing excuse.

"Sure. Uh clothes?"

"Nah, we won't be long" One of the things I enjoyed about the seclusion was walking around naked, even when I was alone. When I was with Laura I enjoyed it substantially more.

I looked at the filter. It was fine. We got back to the cabin at 12:43 exactly. Perfect.

"Okay my little toy, time for some fun!"

She groaned, but smiled at the same time.

"Now I'll show you about the horse" I said.

"Is that what you call your little surprise?" she asked.

"Yup. Come over here and I'll show you. Put one foot just outside these two legs" I said indicating a padded place on two of the legs.

I took some straps and fastened them around her ankles. Her feet were now quite widespread.

"Now, bend over the top of the horse"

She did and the height was perfect. It supported her waist and abdomen at exactly the right height leaving her head and chest dangling free. I took the strap that went over the top of the horse and tightened it snuggly over the small of her back. She was now bent over with her feet wide apart and unable to move except her head and arms, and I was about to fix that.

I glanced at the clock again. 12:48. Still perfect.

Her pussy, and especially her ass were fully exposed and exactly the right height. Just a couple of more things to do.

"Hands behind your back"

I tied them together being sure they were secure, but not cutting off the circulation. Then I tossed the rope up over a beam and pulled until her arms were pulled up and straining her shoulders, but not too much. This bent her over a little further putting her mouth at the exact height I wanted too. 

12:51

"Now your blindfold" she hadn't expected that.

"And a final little touch to encourage you to hold still" and with that I attached two of the weighted nipple clamps to her tits and some wicked little weighted alligator clips to each of her cunt lips.

"Oh Fuck that hurts!" she yelped involuntarily. 

"You think that hurts" I said as I picked up an old fashion ping pong paddle.

"Watch what happens when you move" I added as I brought a good hard smack down squarely on her right bun. 

Naturally she jerked and then immediately screamed.

"Better learn to hold still" I said as I landed an equal blow on her left side.

Amazingly she was much more still, but still cried out.

12:56

"Now sweetheart, I'm going to let you suck my cock. I really love fucking that mouth of yours. The better you do, the easier I'm going to be on your ass after I cum. But if you do a poor job you will pay dearly, got it?"

"Yes" she said meekly, obviously in some significant discomfort already. 

I started to feed her my half hard cock. She sucked like a pro, clearly trying to spare her ass as much as possible.

12:57

"Laura," I said as I started to pump slowly, my cock growing with each stroke "I have a story to tell you. This week I was having a beer with a buddy of mine and we got to talking like guys do. It turns out he has never fucked a woman up the ass.

12:58

"I was telling him what a sweet little tight ass you have and how I was going to be fucking it this weekend. He was so jealous that I offered to share you with him.

12:59

She started to scream, or at least tried too around my almost fully hard cock. Of course that was impossible, but I could tell she was trying to yell RED. I pretended to not understand, "Trying to say something slut? Anyway he should be here any second now"

1:00

The door opened and in walked John. He took one look at what was going on and stopped dead in his tracks as his mouth fell open.

"My and here he is. Hey buddy, good you could make it! I was just telling this little slut that you'd be here soon to stuff cock up her ass and she seemed pretty excited about it."

Laura could tell that someone had opened the door and tried all the harder to scream.

I'm not particularly into other guy's cocks, but I'm comfortable enough with my sexuality that I'm not put off by them either. 

I was observing John's to see how he was going to react. He was obviously somewhat shocked, but that didn't keep him from starting to undress. Once he gathered his wits, he started to smile and he started to harden too.

"Come on over buddy and dip your wick!" I said loudly, exactly according to our plan.

Laura was trying her best to scream and escape, but she had no chance the way I had her secured and I had a good grip on her head and just kept slowly fucking her face as I carried on this banter. It was a little bizarre even for me. 

John approached her ass with what I assumed was a full hard on. It looked pretty normal sized to me, maybe even on the large size. He certainly wasn't lacking in that department.

"She is such a slut she'd probably like it if you dry fuck her ass, so have at it!"

John was carrying a small tube of lube which we'd agreed he coat himself with, but Laura had no way of knowing that.

He moved into position and started to shove his cock up her chute. 

The screaming was even louder.

"Look bitch, you are doing one lousy job on my cock. Your ass is going to really pay if you don't get to sucking!"

I didn't expect she would pay much attention to that, and I was right.

Soon John and I had a good smooth rhythm going. We were both going in and out at the same time.

To my absolute astonishment the fucking slut had stopped trying to scream and was actually sucking my cock. Having learned her body signals pretty well by now, she was getting turned on!

Since I hadn't made up the part about John being an anal virgin, I knew in that tight little tunnel he wouldn't last long, and I was right. In a few minutes he started to groan and shake and he rammed her to the hilt as he came hard.

Soon he pulled out and was catching his breath.

"Hey pal, start slapping her ass for me will you. She isn't sucking worth a God damn"

And as John started spanking her ass with his bare hand, way too softly of course, but it was still having an effect, especially given the weights I'd added.

"And you, you little cunt-whore had better start giving me a decent blowjob or I'm going to have my friend pick up that paddle and really lay into you, then when I finally do cum in your sorry mouth I'm going to get the crop and blister your ass some more!" I said in my most menacing tone.

Evidently that was enough. She started to exhibit the cock sucking skills I knew she had and I was soon racing toward a massive orgasm, though it took a little while since I'd come so recently. 

At last my balls got tight and I started squirting cum down her throat, stream after stream.

She swallowed and sucked for all she was worth, spilling only a few dribbles.

When I finally stopped cumming, I pulled my cock from her mouth.

Able to actually speak for the first time since I'd stuffed her mouth full she started to scream at me.

"You God damn dirty fucking bastard! HOW could you do this. You motherfucker, how can you betray me like this. How can you betray John like this!" and she was sobbing as she screamed.

I let her go on for only a moment before I screamed as loud as I could "Shut the fuck up and listen!"

It did no good, she kept on. I picked up the paddle and laid a really good one on her and repeated "I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

She screamed with the pain and at least paused.

Quickly I indicated for John to kneel in front of her so they were face to face.

"Here, meet my friend" I said as I removed the blindfold. 

She was stunned, but silent.

Working fast, I removed the weights, then freed first her hands then the straps on the horse.

She still hadn't moved or spoken.

Softly, "This is the real surprise Laura. This is why I took back your safe word."

For the first time she turned her head and looked at me, then back at John.

"John?" she said, as if she wasn't sure it was really him.

"I, I, I' don't . . . I don't understand?" she stammered.

I helped her stand and then guided her into a chair.

John and I had agreed I'd be the one to try and explain.

"With a little coaxing from me, John has decided to join us for the weekend. Laura, you and John have to handle this need of yours inside your marriage if it's going to work. I think we all have known that from the beginning. You guys mean a great deal to me and I think this is the only way it's going to happen.

"And Laura, I give you back your safe words now. This has to be your choice."

I didn't bother to tell John how or that it was so easy to have extracted them from her.

She still had the stunned look on her face, "John, are you sure you are really okay with this?"

"Laura, I love you. Scott's right, if you have to have this, we have to be in it together if our marriage is going to survive. Besides, I think I might just enjoy this more than I realized!" he said lovingly at first, but braking out a smile at the end. 

Laura was just nodding as he spoke, but started to smile as he did.

"You sure?" she asked, still uncertain. 

"I'm sure" replied John, "If you're game that is?"

He still wasn't quite comfortable taking charge, which of course was exactly what she wanted him to do.

"She's game, aren't you slut?" I barked, trying to get us all on track and teach John something at the same time.

"Can I ask one thing" Laura said apprehensively.

John was still not quite ready so I answered, "What?"

"Well, what exactly is the game plan for the rest of the weekend?"

"Like I told you, you have your safe words back. Other than that, you now have two wonderful gentlemen to use and abuse you just the way you like. We will fuck every hole you've got, repeatedly. And punish those lovely tits, that fine round ass and your dripping cunt any and ever way we can think of. I'd think it will be your idea of a perfect weekend!

"In the process, I'm going to teach John some of my finest techniques and at the end of the weekend, I'm going to send you two home to a whole new marriage. One I think that will make you both even happier than before, although one which I believe you Laura will regret from time to time.

"Now, if you're done with you stupid fucking questions, lets get started." I laughed, feeling like things were back the way they should be.

"Yes sir!" said Laura by way of agreement.

Starting to warm, John said, "So, what fun little thing shall we do with this toy of ours now?"

"I'm glad you asked that. Since you've never been here before I want to show you around a little. Let's take a walk down to the lake."

"Oh shit" muttered Laura.

John looked puzzled, especially by Laura's reaction.

"You'll see soon" I explained, "It's a special walk!"

"John, you and I will wear shoes, shorts and shirts. Laura on the other hand will only wear shoes" The meadow had grown up in the intervening weeks and barefoot wasn't a good idea any more. 

We were already to head out when I, as if I'd just thought of it, said "Wait. This just doesn't feel right. Laura looks so plain. Perhaps a little something. I know, wait here!"

And I went and got the rope I'd carefully cut and set aside for this very reason. I brought it back to curious looks from both of them.

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More of What Friends Are For Ch. 03



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"Here, let me show you. Laura has such lovely tits I think we should highlight them."

She has the kind of tits that are more like globes than cones. They actually are bigger around in the middle than at the very base. It allows one to wrap a cord or rope around the base and make them stand out even more. I wound the somewhat rough finished cord tightly around the base of first one, then the other. Then I made a figure eight out of it in-between her tits and finally going around her trunk right above and below her breasts fashioned a halter-like device that tied behind her back. I finished it off by bringing her hands together behind her back and tying the ends around both of her wrists. It meant that if she let her hands sag, it put even more pressure on her tits.

It caused her tits to be thrust out and up, even more so if she didn't keep her hands well up her back. And the best part was that the tightness around the base acts much like a cockring does on a man. It keeps blood trapped in the boob, making them harder and bigger and certainly much more sensitive.

"One final touch" I said as I went and retrieved the adjustable nipple clamps and weights on springs.

I showed John how they worked and suggested he put them on.

He fumbled a bit, but got them adjusted and in place.

"Too tight?" he asked gently.

Hmm, not a good sign I was thinking to myself.

"A little" Laura replied sweetly with a smile.

"Tough shit" he growled and tightened each one just a little more.

Ah Ha! Hope for this boy yet!

I showed him how to attach the weights and once mine was attached, I dropped it a little and watched her grimace as it bounced. 

John attached his, gently lowering the weight so it didn't bounce, then at the last second pulled it down about an inch and released it so it bounced even harder than mine had.

Both the bouncing and the surprise caused more than a grimace, she yelped.

Yup definitely hope for this boy!

We strolled down to the same spot on the lake where the tree was. John and I chatted and I told him about the place as if Laura, who was following behind, wasn't even there. I set a moderate pace. One that wouldn't be too taxing on her, but one that was faster than she would have liked. Every once in a while I'd glance back and see how she was doing. I could see the discomfort on her face and noticed that her tits were getting a nice angry red.

It had been a pleasant, short walk for John and I and what I'm sure seemed like a five mile hike to Laura.

I showed John the old swing rope and released Laura's hands only to retie them over her head as I had the time before. This actually relieved a little of the pressure from her tits.

I removed one of the clamps and she jumped and grunted as the blood rushed back into the abused nipple. I explained to John how that worked. He quickly removed the other one and studied her reaction closely.

I pulled out my knife which gave John a worried look until I explained what I was going to do next. We went to the tree and cut several branches and then teasing Laura by telling her not to wonder off, John and I went down to the edge of the lake to be out of earshot.

I trimmed a nearly perfect crop, much like the one I'd fashioned from the tree before. I explained it's use and danger to John and told him it was what had made the nasty welts on Laura's ass last time. I reemphasized how easily you could break skin with one. I told him I had a plan for it's use on Sunday and not to worry.

During my discussion I had taken several practice swings knowing full well that Laura would be watching and I was sure of the thoughts going through her head.

Then I showed him another use for willow branches. One I intended us to use right away. If you take the shoots from the very end of the branch, they are more like string than a twig. You can then bundle several together and make a flogger that is like a miniature cat o' nine tails. By not removing the leaves, you pad it somewhat so that it inflicts less damage.

In the extremely sensitive condition of Laura's tits, these would sting like Hell and leave nice stripes, but they wouldn't injure and she'd recover much quicker and without the bruising that the crop thrashing had left.

We returned to the strung up damsel. 

There was a look of apprehension in her eyes.

"Scott, I told you about the cane" she said warily. 

John looked puzzled again. I addressed him first "When Laura and I discussed limits for this weekend she told me that the crop was over the line. With a safe word she could make me stop, but the goal is for us to push her as far as we can, but not make her use her safe word. If I were to use this on her, it would be a violation of the trust she put in me.

"So sweetie, you don't have to worry. I'm not going to use this on you. It's just in case you need a little extra discipline any time this weekend by displeasing your husband."

They both looked confused, but neither said anything. As usual, I had a plan.

"For now, John and I are just going to have a little fun with your tits!"

I took one of the two floggers I made and lightly flicked her right boob, focusing on the nipple.

She gasped.

"Surprised at how sensitive they are?" I asked her.

She shook her head yes.

"You see John, you wife's tits are not just lovely, but she enjoys having them abused a bit. Something I am only too glad to do for her. AND to help you learn how to do this for her as well. But bound like this and so fully stretched and engorged as they are, they will be extremely sensitive and I believe Laura is about to have a whole new experience."

"Watch"

And I started slowly and easily using the flogger all over her tits. As I'd explained to John, I started so that the softer middle of the flogger landed on the most sensitive part of the breast, like the nipple or soft underside and the very tips, which stung far more where landing on the slightly less sensitive tops and sides.

Slowly but surely I increased the speed and strength of my strokes. She was starting to moan and now some of the lashes were leaving white stripes on the darkened skin, which after a few seconds turned a darker red even than the surrounding area.

I was giving her tits a real good going over and she was starting to jump around a bit and was crying out.

"Oh, OW! OW that hurts! OW!"

I stopped and breathing deeply she looked up at me, clearly surprised I'd stopped.

"Now my friend, it's your turn." I said, looking at John "This is the fun part because you get to see how much she is enjoying it!"

"How do I know how hard?" he asked, though not tentatively.

"Just do what I did, and watch her reaction. You'll learn over time. Besides, she has her slowdown safe word, which I'm sure she'd never use on your very first time. It would be insulting!"

Laura glared at me, but I knew I'd accomplished exactly what I'd intended. She had a defiant streak and now challenged, she'd resist using her safe word at all costs.

I wasn't sure how he'd do with this, but at least he smiled at my quip.

I'll give him credit, he nearly duplicated what he'd seen me do. Soon he too was striping her lovely breasts and he had her moaning and jerking and crying out.

"A little harder, and start letting the tips catch the nipples" I coached in his ear, but Laura heard as well.

She was sweating profusely and biting her lip while still crying out frequently,

"Oh God, stop STOP! Fuck it hurts, IT HURTS!"

She was earnestly begging him to stop and to my surprise he just kept at it.

I was pretty sure she was close to breaking, but I wanted to be sure.

"You could always use your safe word" I said loudly.

"You dirty fucking bastard" she screamed, clearly at me in response to my taunt. 

"You better stop now" I said softly to John, which he immediately did. I'd gotten my answer.

Laura sagged, her knees giving out on her. 

I told John to untie her and lay her on the same mossy spot I'd used before. This time I made sure Laura didn't overhear.

He did so, gently and lovingly. It was just the right thing to do. I don't know if it was intentional or just instinct, but I could see the makings of a good top in him already.

She smiled up at him.

We walked off a ways, giving her a chance to recover and me a chance to explain to John as best I could how to know when to stop.

We returned to Laura who was sitting up.

"Ready to head back?" I asked her, back in my gentle mode. She nodded.

I had one more lesson to teach them both today, I thought I could do it now.

John and I helped her to her feet and I dug the clamps and weights out of my pocket.

Laura groaned loudly and in a shaky voice said, "I think my nipples are too abused to stand wearing those on the walk back, please don't, PLEASE!"

I looked her straight in the eyes and didn't speak for a moment. I could read that she meant what she'd said, she was at her limit. I knew she expected me to relent and I knew I surprised her when I said

"Tough fucking shit!" and reached as if to attach one of the clamps.

"Yellow, Yellow" she yelled and then started to sob softly.

I replaced the weight in my pocket and hugged her gently, "It's okay" I whispered in her ear.

After a moment when she had collected herself I spoke again, "Laura, it was my fault. I knew it was going to be too much, but I had to be sure John understood."

A slight smile of understanding crossed her face.

John was completely confused.

"John, Laura was upset because no sub, at least not one with the strength and pride that this wonderful wife of yours has, ever wants to use their safe word. That's why I taunted her when you were whipping her. I'm sure she would have if I hadn't shamed her out of it by mentioning your first time, would you Laura.?"

She nodded, and had obviously been pleased with the compliment I'd paid her.

"You see John, I should have known that when she said she couldn't handle the clamps, she really meant it. In fact I did know and normally would have done something different without making her use her safe word. Not only does the sub not want to use it, she, or he (I often forget about male subs) wants to trust us as the top not to make her.

"I only did what I did because I knew she'd have no choice, but you needed to see it to understand. Just telling you wouldn't have been enough. Am I making sense?"

John replied, "Yes, yes I'm pretty sure I get it. I just have to see."

"You'll do fine, I'm positive" I said, later in private I would tell him just to error on the side of too light until he got more experience. I was also pretty sure that the routine these two would settle into would be much less severe than this first time together and that they would both be happier with that as well.

"Now, what I normally would have, and should have done was ease up on Laura, but not let her off the hook totally!"

She smiled at me and said softly, "You really are a fucking bastard, but thanks"

I laughed.

"Okay, let's take off the rope harness before those tits explode" which I did quickly.

"And after a few more minutes to recover, we'll head back"

I gently massaged her chest to help the blood flow return to normal more quickly. Besides any excuse to fondle tits like those, right?

While I rubbed her softly I explained further, "The 'not off the hook' catch will be this. We'll put just one clamp, without the weight, on one nipple AND whenever Laura asks we'll remove it. But only to move it to the other tit!" I laughed.

Laura groaned some more.

"So she'll be forced to choose between enduring the duration of torment to her already abused nipple and the frequency of enduring the pain of the blood rushing into the one we're removing and the initial pain on the new tit!" John said with the enthusiasm of the sixth grader who just figured out the answer the bonus question in math.

"Your husband is a fast learner!" I said to Laura.

"Yeah, evidently" she said both chagrined and amused at once.

After a few more minutes I handed John the clamp and said, "Lets get going"

He quickly applied and adjusted the clamp and we were off.

I guess Laura decided the switching was worse than the enduring, so she waited until we were just about half way back before asking for it to be removed.

John quickly and adeptly handled the switch. 

As soon as we reached the cabin Laura asked if we would remove the clamp.

John warming to his role said, "Here, I'll do it for you" without so much as looking at me for approval. He was making good progress.

Her tits looked sore and tender, and her nipples really did look, well, abused! But I was sure they would recover fairly quickly, however they'd now be tender for the rest of the weekend and quite fun for more games if we so chose. 

"So, what's next!" John said like a kid in a candy store.

Laura looked at him a bit incredulously and I laughed hard.

"Maybe a cold drink and a little break for the fuck toy!" I laughed.

A little sheepishly John replied, "Yeah, maybe that would be good."

"I think I'll go lie down for a little while, okay?" Laura asked, but rhetorically.

As she was headed to the bedroom John said, "Yeah baby, go get a little rest."

After she'd gone I explained that she needed some time to recover her strength after an intense experience like the one we'd just given her if she was to be able to take a lot more.

"Also dickwad" I teased, "one of the best parts of these adventures is the sex. You guys aren't going to live everyday life like this. When you do have a 'playtime' or whatever you choose to call it, you get to call the shots completely. If you want a blowjob, pull out your cock and stick it down her throat. If you want to fuck, throw her down someplace and fuck the shit out of her. Who gives a shit whether she's ready or not. But trust me, that little slut you're married too will love it and the treatment will have her ready and cumming more than you can imagine. 

"Now I saw the wood in your pants down by the lake. You're loving this, which is very good. But you should have grabbed her by the hair and fucked her face if you wanted to get off. And for God sake, don't stand on ceremony just because I'm here. I sure as fuck don't intend to. If this works out like I think it's going to, this will probably be the last chance I have to fuck that sexy little wife of yours and I intend to take full advantage. It just shows how stupid I really am to figure out a way to bring this to an end!"

I laughed

John laughed too. 

"Scott, I honestly can't thank you enough. And please, believe me I am happy for you to enjoy Laura as much as you can this weekend. God knows she seems to enjoy it and it's little enough for you to ask in return for what you're doing for us. I don't even understand it, but in this setting I don't feel jealous at all, I just feel like I'm sharing with my buddy" John shook his head as he said this, but I knew he meant it.

He and I went outside and sat in the sun relaxing for a while. 

"John, I suggest we set Laura up like she was when you got her, without the clamps though, I think her tits might need to recover a little more, and you fuck her face. I promise you she'll give you a blowjob like you've never had."

John looked bewildered. "Scott, I may not have ever fucked her ass before, but she's given me plenty of blowjobs" he said, but it was clearly a question.

"John, I'm going to 'encourage' her to do an extra good job!  And believe me, when motivated she is the best cocksucker I've ever seen!"

"Oh!" he said not knowing the specifics, but understanding all the same.

We'd been sitting there for some time shooting the shit about miscellaneous bullshit, having gotten off the topic of the day for the time being, when Laura came out on the deck still buck naked. Every time I saw her nude I marveled at her beauty. Her tits looked almost normal, though I was positive they were still quite tender. 

"Get a good rest?" John asked.

"Um hmm" she said still a little groggy.

"Good, you're going to need it! Scott tells me you can be quite the little cocksucker when you want to be and I feel like a blowjob, now!" he said forcefully.

She turned bright red! Funny what can embarrasses someone under peculiar circumstances like those. 

"Let's go inside" I said, and we all did. 

Of course Laura didn't know what John and I had discussed and appeared a little worried when I led her to the horse.

"You know the drill, get in position" I told her.

She did silently and I fastened the ankle and waist straps.

"That's all this time. I want you to be able to really concentrate on giving my friend the best head you can" I said.

She tried to hide it, but breathed a sigh of relieve. John and I undressed and I picked up the crop which I'd laid nearby earlier.

"John, I just can't resist this nice round ass. When I see it all poised like this I just can't help wanting to turn it a bright shade of red!" I said.

"Well Hell Scott, then I think that's exactly what you should do!" he laughed. Yup, boy was going to do fine.

As Scott and I were bantering I had started to finger Laura's pussy, quickly finding and attending to her clit. She was squirming and moaning almost instantly. 

"My God John, I think she likes the idea of sucking your cock while I watch, either that, or the idea of my working over her ass has her going. Who knows maybe both, but something has her little cunt running with cunt juice!" I teased.

"Watch this John, she is such a slut that I bet I can make her cum with what is about to be the instrument of her abuse" and with that I slid the business end of the crop into her crack and started to rub it back and forth on her clit.

She started moaning louder, "Oh yes! Oh Please yes!" 

"Oh Scott make me cum! Make me cum hard! Yes! Oh fuck I'm close, YES!"

And with that I stopped.

"NO! PLEASE!" she begged, but to no avail.

"You see, I could have. She would have cum all over this crop knowing it was going to turn her ass red just as soon as she did. She'll do damn near anything to be allowed to cum, but I'll demonstrate more about that later."

"Another surprise?" Laura asked friskily, still panting from wanting to cum and having a lot of spunk left for someone in her position who'd already gone through quite a bit.

"Patience, patience my dear, but yes, in fact it will be quite a wonderful surprise!" I replied. 

"But first, my friend's blowjob. Just to make sure you don't try to tease him, knowing what a natural little cockteasing bitch you are. I'm going to be cropping your ass the entire time until he cums. When he does I'm either going to fuck your pussy, in which case you might get to cum yourself, or I'm going to fuck your ass, which without some loosening up first I don't think you'll like much. Which one I do depends on his reaction, but if he doesn't scream his head off and nearly faint from the orgasm you give him, I think you know which it will be. Frankly I don't really care because I'm fucking horny again and I just need a hole to unload in"

That really wasn't true. I fully intended to fuck her cunt because it felt so damn good, and as I'd honestly told John, I didn't expect many more chances at it. But I wanted her worried about her poor little asshole. 




More of What Friends Are For Ch. 04



The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

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"Are you really going to let me cum now?" she asked anxiously.

"Yes I am, and more than once. You're going to love it!" I replied as we returned to the main room. 

"I just bet!" she snorted. Smart girl.

As we entered the room and she saw all the stuff laying around she stopped. I looked at her and her eyes were wide as if she'd seen a ghost. Some of it she could recognize, some she could probably figure out, and some she could have no idea about.

"Come on, over here" I said as I guided her into position. 

To start with I positioned her on the base, a key component, and attached a pair of ankle collars . It was a flat board about 3 feet by 1 foot and had two little pedals that each looked like a miniature gas pedal for a car. The pedals were about 18" apart. Each one was actually an electrical switch. When you stood on them flatfooted they made contact. Because of the way the ankle collars were attached to the board, the only way you could open the switch was to stand on your tiptoes and lift your heels off the switch. You had to lift the heel about two inches, so you were really up on your toes. 

Next was actually the technically the simplest part of the whole deal, but it was the most critical as well. The special cuffs I'd bought were designed to allow you to suspend a person's full weight by their wrists, without cutting off the circulation or putting sever strain on any one place. They distributed the weight over the about half of the forearm and even had a formed handle that could be gripped. I carefully put these on Laura and adjusted the Velcro straps until they fit perfectly. I attached the ropes to the rings on the end and tossed them over a beam.

When I pulled them tight it almost, but not quite lifted her off the ground. I stood up one of the adjustable stands and used it to measure how far off the ground her pussy was. I stood back a couple of steps and told her to bend her knees.

She looked at me strangely, but tried to comply. Rather than her body lowering however, her feet raised off the ground slightly and she was suspended from the cuffs. 

"Perfect!" I exclaimed.

"Hurt?" I asked seriously.

"It's uncomfortable, but no worse than that" she was experienced enough to know to give me a completely honest answer.

"Good!" If this part was wrong I could seriously injure her. I would NOT let that happen.

Now I was ready for the serious stuff. I plugged a wire harness into the black box. It had three leads, each with a spring loaded clip on the end. I attached the clips to Laura, one to each nipple and the third to her clit.

She was clearly surprised that the clips didn't hurt, but just firmly gripped her. Their purpose wasn't to inflict pain, at least not that way. 

"Now's when the fun starts!" I said and I took one of the adjustable stands and mounted a silver bullet-shaped probe about six inches long and an inche in diameter. It had an electric cord coming out which I also plugged into the black box. I moved around behind Laura and poured some lube on the probe. By now everyone had figured out where it was going. 

"Relax now!" I said and I slid it into her ass. Once it was all the way in I adjusted the stand so it would hold it deep inside her. Even when she went up on her toes it would still be well up her ass.

"Okay only one more step and we're ready to start"

With that I took a very large vibrating dildo that had a little appendage on the side to stimulate her clit directly. I mounted it on the other stand and started to push it up her cunt.

"My God John, she's so fucking wet this thing just slips right in" I laughed. "She must really be wanting to cum after all!"

I pushed it as deep in her pussy as it would go and adjusted the appendage so it would contact her clit even when she raised up a couple of inches. If I'd pushed it any further and I'd have been lifting her off the ground. I attached the cord from it to the black box and I was done.

"Okay John, pull up a chair and lets start the show!" I said as I took the control panel from the box and lead it over to the arm chair where I proceeded to sit down.

"Now Laura, let me explain how this all works. You are going to be in full control of getting to cum. It's simple really, you have two positions. The one you're in now, flat-footed, also know as the non-pleasure mode, though you may think of it in harsher terms, and the pleasure mode which is up on your tiptoes.

I flipped a switch on the control panel and Laura's eyes went wide again, but nothing happened.

"Relax, I said you're in control" I chuckled "Now raise up on your tiptoes and stay there until I tell you. You'll see what I mean."

She did and we could hear a very soft hum. The vibrator was switched on.

"Okay that's enough for now, back down" I instructed after about 15 seconds.

She did. And I turned the switch on the panel back off. 

"Did that feel nice?" I asked.

"Umm hmm" she purred.

"Well it gets even better. That's a three speed vibrator, you just felt low. After 30 seconds it goes to medium, after a minute it goes to high and then stays there. By the way, you have to have both heels off the ground in order to be in 'pleasure' mode.

"If that was all there was to it, you'd be a very happy girl, but as I'm sure you've figured out, there is more.

"Every time you come down off your toes you are in non-pleasure mode. As soon as the pedals are depressed, those leads on you tits, clit and the probe up your ass, will deliver an electric shock. Trust me, it isn't too bad. Lets have you feel that now. Ready?" I asked.

She took a deep breath and then nodded.

"Okay, three, . . two, . . . one . . . go!" I counted down and pushed a button on go.

She let out a little grunt.

"See, not too bad. But, there is always a catch, isn't there? The catch here is that if you keep the pedals down, 15 seconds after the first shock there is another one. And every 15 seconds after that another one still. Plus each successive one is stronger and longer than the one before. Unlike the vibrator, this doesn't only have three levels, it has six. After the sixth one you just keep getting that one every 15 seconds, but believe me, you don't even want to feel that one once."

The lowest shock was barely a tingle, probably it was sexually stimulating even if not quite pleasant. By the fourth one, she would be feeling real pain and I had told her the truth about the highest level. It wouldn't damage her, but she really didn't want to feel that one.

"Okay, should be clear now how the game works. Two more things to tell you and we'll start. First, the game goes until you cum three times. After that you can stop whenever you want, or keep going as long as you want"

I was quite sure there was no way she'd be able to continue after the third one. I was a little worried that she might not even be able to get to three. Laura is in great shape, but you try standing on tiptoes for a while and see how your calves feel. The one thing that would help her, if she figured it out, was that she could actually use the wrist cuffs to her advantage and take some weight off her legs with her arms. Otherwise there would be no way she could complete this task.

"Second, since the only way to modify this whole rig is to reprogram it, something I can't do easily, you have to give up your 'slowdown' safe word. You can keep your 'stop' safe word, but if you use it, John won't get the rest of his training; you will lose the rest of this lovely weekend; and I will be summarily pissed off at you!"

"Okay, here we go." I said as I flipped one switch.

"Take a couple of deep breaths and then up you go."

She did as told and soon we could hear the quiet little buzzing sound. As soon as she had lifted her heels, I'd flipped the switch for the shocks. The thing was on automatic now.

"Some sound advice Laura, don't come down the first time until you cum at least once. Your legs will get pretty tired soon enough" I said, telling her the truth.

Just about the time I said that, we could hear the vibrator turn up to medium.

"Mmmm, oh" she moaned and started trying to hump the dildo, but the way everything was rigged she couldn't get much motion on it. She was going to have to get off from the vibrations alone, which naturally meant it would take longer.  Without the clit stimulator I doubted she'd ever get there. 

"Pretty entertaining huh John. Look at the slut trying to fuck that dildo." I laughed.

Watching her wiggle around and listening to her moans was a real show and quite the turn on, for me at least. Her large tits wobbling to and fro where quite a sight too!

"I'm flabbergasted Scott. This device in unbelievable and you're right, this is an incredible sight!"

About then the vibrator kicked into high and so did Laura

"OH FUCK, OH YEAH!" she was yelling and she was jerking around more than I would have thought possible.

It was apparent she had quickly figured out that her arms were of great value, but she was working so hard to fuck what I'd started to think of as a 'dick on a stick', that she was going to tire rather quickly. 

Laura was so horny and so full of sexual tension, that I didn't expect it would take long for her to reach her first orgasm. I was right. According to the readout on the control panel it had been just over four and a half minutes when she started to scream she was cumming. 

"YESSSS! OH FUCK YESSS!!!!!" she screamed.

But Laura forgot, not unexpectedly, that as soon as she stopped standing on tiptoes that the vibrator would stop and she'd receive the first shock. So as soon as she started cumming she slumped flat-footed. Because the vibrator stopped immediately her orgasm wasn't nearly as intense as if the stimulation had continued. She quickly bounced back up on her toes, but of course the vibrator was now on low and the whole thing slipped away leaving Laura quite unfulfilled. 

She'd also been shocked on her clit, up her ass, and on both nipples. In the sensitive state she was after cumming, it was rather more unpleasant than it had been the first time. 

She was breathing heavily and trying to recover when the second shock hit her.

"OWW" she cried out jumping a bit.

Now I told you Laura is pretty bright, and I could see the gears in her pretty little head starting to turn. She knew she had to figure out some kind of system about the two timing issues, that she couldn't stay on her toes non-stop until she came three times and that she couldn't stand flat-footed very long if she didn't want to suffer terribly.

She waited about a little bit and then raised up on tiptoes for only a few seconds and gently lowered back down. 

I knew what she'd tried to do, and the expression on her face told me she didn't understand why she hadn't been shocked at all when she came down this time. I also knew in about five seconds she was going to get a big surprise. 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 

"OWWW FUCK!" she screamed, not expecting it at all.

"Hmm, I guess I forgot to tell you that it takes a full thirty seconds to reset the shock sequence. If you go up and back down in less than thirty seconds, the original cycle just keeps going."

"Bastard" she muttered.

I guess she decided to test the strength of the next shock level because I saw her relax her muscles as much as she could and just before the fourth shock hit, she tensed up again.  She had a pretty good mental clock evidently. I quickly looked around to see if there was any clock visible to her. There wasn't.

"Watch this" I leaned over to John and spoke softly.

"AHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG! OH FUCK OH FUCK!" she screamed. 

She panted for a few seconds and glaring at me spit out, "There's two levels higher than that?"

"Yup, that's exactly right!" I said smugly. 

I could tell by her expression she'd made a decision. She waited about 10 seconds and up on her toes she went, using her arms to help. She was softly biting her lower lip and had her eyes shut tightly.

When the vibrator switched to medium she lowered herself down, bracing for the shock.

"UHG!" she grunted.

She'd put together the fact that if she waited until the vibe switched to medium, the 30 seconds was up and the shock cycle would reset.

It was clear she counting off the seconds. She was relaxing as much as possible and breathing deeply. She obviously realized she wouldn't get through this without regrouping. Just before the second shock she tense in anticipation.

"OHH OWW!" she cried, but immediately relaxed again.

I wondered how many shocks she planned on enduring before going back up on her toes.

She tensed, the third came.

"FUUUCCCKKK! OHHHHH FUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!"

She relaxed again.

Same routine on the fourth shock.

"GGGGAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! FUUUUCCCCKKKK! GOD DAMMMMIT!" she was screaming.

Still she relaxed as quickly as she could. Surely she wasn't going to take the fifth shock I wondered. I looked over at John. He was starting to look concerned.

"John, I promise, this won't hurt her, and believe me she can take this. You are going to see her cum like never before by the time we're done here. Trust me!" I said softly.

He looked at me somewhat skeptically but just shrugged his consent.

Just when I thought she really was going to experience number five, she went up on her toes.

She had a definite plan. Once the vibrator hit medium she came back down. She endured the same four shocks again, but was screaming much sooner and louder than before.

Just before the fifth would have hit she went back up. Somehow I could tell she was planning to stay up this time. I turned out to be correct.

So she'd planned it out, two one minute breaks separated by two 30 second periods on her toes. Probably a good plan. I figured she could stay up long enough to cum again. How she was going to manage the third one, I wasn't sure.

At thirty seconds the medium speed kicked in and she stayed up there, a little smile coming to her lips as a moan escaped. I knew that between the muscle fatigue and the pain of the shocks her sexual excitement level had dropped to zero. It would take longer for her to cum this time, I just wasn't sure how much longer. 

When the high speed kicked in she started gently nodding her head and the little purring moans she'd been doing became a constant "Mmm hmm, Mmm hmm, Mmm hmm." She was working hard at giving in to the vibrations, but I knew she had a ways to go yet.

She was pumping her hips back and forth as best she could too. It was an awesome, sexy sight.

I glanced over at John again and he didn't even notice. His stare was fixed on his wife, and while it might have still been a little worried, I could see he had a hard on again. Of course I did too!

At the three minute mark she got more vocal, "OHH YEAHH, FUUCCK, OH FUCK YESSSS!"

She was ramping up faster than I expected. Even from half way across the room where John and I sat you could see the cunt juice running down the insides of her thighs. You could smell the sex in the air. I could also see that her arm and leg muscles were starting to quiver a bit.

At just after four and a half minutes she started to cum "IIMMMMM CCUUMMMMING! OH FUCK, SO GOOODDD!"

What amazed me was the bitch managed to stay up on her toes until her climax passed before she slumped. The horny little slut wasn't going to pass up a good hard cum a second time!

"My God, did you see that John. The slut just wouldn't let the vibrator shut off until she was done. I don't believe what I just saw!"

John didn't speak, he didn't move, he just stared in slack jawed amazement. He was breathing was heavy.

Laura was suspended only by her arms. Her head was hanging forward and her legs were just jelly. I was beginning to wonder if she would be able to complete her third orgasm. I started to doubt it. I'd have to watch carefully and decide in the next couple of minutes. 

When the second shock hit she wasn't prepared, but it did seem to bring her focus back!

"YELLOW, YELLOW, YELLOW!" she screamed.

I thought I was about to get my answer, but I wasn't sure yet.

"Did you forget, no slowdown word for this?" I said with what I was sure was maddening calmness for her.

"FUCK! Oh God Scott, please, PLEASE! I CAN'T finish this! Please STOP!"

"You know how to stop this if you want" I said still in a very calm voice.

"PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS. DON'T MAKE ME USE MY SAFE WORD, PLEASE!!!" she begged.

I didn't want her to use her safe word either. It would end a weekend that still held much to come. But I still thought she could, and I hoped would, take more.

"Nope, only one way to stop this baby!" I smirked.

"MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKER!" she screamed at me, but she didn't say 'Red' and I saw her take a real deep breath and brace for the next shock.

"AHH FUCK!" when it hit.

I knew they were getting harder to take, I wondered if she'd go back to her same plan as before. Just before the fourth one hit I got my answer. On her toes she went. That meant only 45 seconds rest at a time.

I had to admire the steel of this woman. She was going to try. I still wasn't sure she'd make it, but I was confident she wouldn't use her safe word for a while longer. I decided that if I could see she was going to fail I'd stop it before she had to.

When the speed change came she stood down. She rested and braced for the shocks and after 43 seconds she went back up. She had an amazing ability to track the time.

Somewhat to my surprise she came down again after 30 seconds. Evidently she didn't feel ready to stay up long enough to cum yet.

What happened next surprised me even more. I could see that she was gritting hard as the fourth shock approached. She was going to take it and get even more rest, I assumed at a minute she'd go for it all.

I turned out to be correct. I also could see this was going to be very difficult for her, if not impossible. At 30 seconds when the medium speed started, she barely reacted. I'd say she was still at near zero on the sexual stimulation scale. Even when high kicked in she was just starting to show signs of satisfaction. She had a very long way to go indeed.

Pretty soon though, John and I were treated to a fine show. She was moaning and starting to smile and her body was moving in that marvelous sensual sway that she possessed. 

By five minutes the sounds of pleasure were getting loud, "OH YEAH, MMM HMM, UH HUH, OH YEAH!"

But her legs and arms were starting to tremble.

At six minutes she was getting close. Her face was screwed up trying to will herself over the edge, but her calves were shaking and about to fail her too. I saw her pull even harder with her arms, but they also were on the verge of giving out.

I picked up the control panel and threw a switch. It wouldn't shut off the shock, but it would keep the vibrator running no matter what.

She'd managed to stay up for six and a half minutes, but it was clear her muscles would give out any second. 

Then it happened. She started to shake all over and screamed as her orgasm swept over her. She didn't even attempt to stay on her toes and probably wasn't even conscious of the fact that the vibrator was still on full force even though her feet were on the floor. The relatively mild shock was probably lost in the throws of her cumming and possibly even intensified it. 




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I went on to enlighten him about that and a few other S/m things.

The sun was low in the sky by the time Laura came shuffling out on the porch. She looked pretty ragged, still sexy as could be, but ragged nonetheless. 

"Never had an experience quite like that before I bet, huh?" I asked evenly.

"And I never will again" she said, making it clear that, one, she was relatively pissed at me, and two, I'd better ease up quite a bit or the weekend would come to a premature end.

That was exactly what I expected, and what I intended to do as well.

"I'm going to go fix us a little bite, then Laura, I have one final thing in mind for today. I think you're really going to enjoy too. After that I think we should just have a nice meal, a little wine, and get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day!" I said in a cheery voice designed to irritate her a little more.

"I'll just bet! You're idea of 'enjoy' is pretty fucking twisted you know that!" she really was angry at me. Good.

"No, really. I'm so sure you'll like it that once I tell you what it is, if you don't want to, just say so and we won't, okay" and I headed for the kitchen

Over my shoulder I added, "Why don't you two talk and come in when you're ready."

I figured they were ready for a little private conversation.

It was quite a while before John came in, not surprisingly, alone.

"Scott, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, a little timidly. 

"Of course! Shoot" I replied.

"I want you to ease up on Laura, okay?" he went on, much less hesitantly.

Rather than respond directly I asked, "She's pretty pissed at me?"

"I'll say" he replied.

"Did she tell you she was glad you decided to participate with us?" was my follow up.

"Something like that yeah" John said with a curious look.

"But that in the future it can't be nearly this rough?"

"How'd you know?" he asked in return.

Again ignoring his question I asked, "What you say?"

"I told her I was glad that I came too, but I wouldn't be comfortable going forward at anything near this intense" he told me.

"She seemed to like that answer I assume?" I asked. 

"Yes she did, now Scott, what fuck is going on here?" he demanded.

"John, what was the reason I agreed to all of this in the first place, huh?"

I went on not waiting for an answer, "Because I wanted you to two stay together. We cooked up this weekend so you could be the solution to her need, not me. I'd say that's the way it's turning out, wouldn't you?"

"I'll be a son of a bitch! You planned for this to happen exactly like this, didn't you?" he marveled.

I couldn't help get a smug grin on my face, "Yup, sure did" then added solemnly, "Thank God it worked!"

"By the way, it was already my intent to lighten way up for the rest of the weekend, but trust me, do not tell Laura that. Go out there and tell her you insisted that I ease off and I agreed, got it?" I asked with a smile.

John smiled back, nodded his head and softly said, "Thanks"

He went and got her. 

I didn't need to say that I knew she was pissed, and I wasn't going to mince words.

"Laura, do you want to continue?" I asked evenly.

"As long as you've agreed to John's conditions" she said levelly herself. 

I chuckled inwardly at her referring to them as 'John's conditions'.

"I have, and you know I keep my commitments on these issues"

I also wanted to maintain control and push her buttons some more too.

"Do you want to eliminate the rough stuff totally and stick to straight sex?" I asked her.

I had her! She hesitated, and blushed deeply.

"No, not as long as you ease up some" she said softly. 

"Okay, then I'm still in charge as agreed. I have some more to teach John and I think it will be important for you both that I do. You have all your safe words back. Any questions?" I asked, all business.

"Well, did you mean what you said about me being able to decide yes or no on our final activity today? I mean I'm really, really sore!" she asked quietly. 

"Absolutely I meant it. And by the way, there are some Advil over there on the counter. They'll help the soreness a little at least. Take three."

She went and got them. 

I set out the food and we all had a light snack in silence.

"Okay, ready kids?" I asked jovially.

"What is this thing I'm going to like so much?" Laura asked curiously, lightening up somewhat.

"Well my beautiful, sexy little slut. John and I both got damn horny watching you earlier. I think we both need some relief, so you get to be the meat in a fuck sandwich!" I said proudly.

She couldn't help herself. She started to grin.

John looked a little puzzled. I'm sure he had a good idea what I was talking about, he isn't stupid, but I was damn sure he'd never done anything like this before. 

"One question. Which side are you?" Laura asked me.

"Front" I said with a laugh.

"Let's do it" she squealed, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the bedroom.

"Grab the lube and follow us big guy!" I called to John.

John wasted no time and was there in a flash.

"Uh, how exactly do we do this?" he asked shyly. 

"Simple my friend. I lie on my back and your lovely little wife climbs aboard my pole and fucks me silly while you fuck her up the ass!" I explained as I climbed on the bed.

I had definitely been right about Laura enjoying this. She wasted no time climbing on top of me and starting to work my thick cock up her cunt. She felt so tight and good I was going to have to concentrate to keep from cumming too fast. She deserved to cum good and hard and I didn't want to spoil it for her. John was on his own.

"Oh fuck that's tight! I'm more sore than I realized, but damn it hurts good!" she said with a big smile.

Once I was balls deep Laura nearly yelled, "Come on John, shove that cock of yours up my ass!"

John did not need to be asked twice!

Soon Laura was fucking me for all she was worth and John was plowing her ass as hard as he could. I pretty much just got to lay there and enjoy it.

With my huge cock stretching her cunt and John filling her ass, the membrane that separated our cocks was stretched pretty thin. I could clearly feel John's cock moving in and out of her as she slid up and down my pole. When your cock is buried in the cunt of a woman like Laura, worrying about bi-sexual issues is far from your mind. In fact the sensation was very enjoyable. But I couldn't help remember how weird I thought it was the first time I'd done this and I imagined John was having similar thoughts at that very moment.

"OH YEAH BABY, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK IT GOOD AND HARD!" Laura was yelling.

The encouragement must have worked, because I could feel John start to pound her asshole even harder.

I knew I couldn't take much more before I'd bust my nut, but I was really trying to hold off until Laura came. I need not have worried. Just as I knew I could delay only a little longer I felt John start cumming. That did it. Feeling his cock spasming and pumping cum triggered my blast, which in turn put Laura over the edge.

The sensation of two cocks throbbing and pumping cum was too much for her and she screamed out in climax.

"OH FUCK YES, I'M CUMMMMMMMING! YESSSSSS!"

We buckled into a pile of flesh and sweat and cum!

After a couple of minutes as we tried to untangle ourselves the three of us just burst out laughing.

Once we did manage, Laura said rather dreamily, "You were right Scott. I did enjoy that. I enjoyed it a lot!"

"You weren't the only one baby!" I replied.

"Damn strait on that!" piped John. 

We decided showers were in order. I offered to let John and Laura go together first while I started dinner. While puttering around in the kitchen I could hear their laughter and squealing and finally an unintelligible, but very loud exclamation from Laura. They apparently were enjoying each other.

I had things all organized, the potatoes were baking, the salad crisping and the steaks coming up to room temp.

I went into the bedroom where the two of them were toweling each other off with a lot more than getting dry in mind.

I chuckled and said, "You two leave any hot water for me?"

Not to be outdone John quickly replied, "Plenty! It was pretty warm in the shower even with the water set to cool!"

I laughed. Laura blushed. I'd never known a woman who was such a wonton slut that blushed as much as she did. I thought it 'cute'. 

When I was showered and dry I realized that none of us had worn any clothes since we got back from the lake. It had become totally normal for us. It was starting to cool down thought so I jumped into some sweats and a tee shirt.

When I came out I saw that John had done similarly. Thankfully Laura had only slipped on a pair of those skin tight Lycra biking shorts. The ones that while covering up her skin, left her lovely ass and twat quite exposed. You could see her bush even, which gave me an idea. Much to my pleasure, she had left her lovely breast exposed. I suspected in part that was due to the treatment we'd given them all day, but also she was just an old fashioned exhibitionist as well as a slut!

I decided to build a fire so that she didn't change her mind.

I lit the BBQ and opened the wine.

"Red or white?" I called out.

Laura took white, John and I red.

We sat down and sipped wine and visited. Other than our dress you wouldn't have thought it was anything other than three good friends getting together on any old Saturday night for dinner.

Dinner was wonderful. We had a great time talking and never even eluded to the weekends activities.

It was still pretty early, but we were all tired, Laura especially so.

"Why don't you two take the bedroom, I'll sleep out here on the couch" I offered.

John was not at all reluctant to take me up on it, Laura seemed a little disappointed.

"Oh Scott, that just doesn't seem right" she returned.

"No, really it's fine. This big old couch is actually very comfortable. I usually sleep here when I have any guests. I insist." I said.

While the thought of more time with Laura was appealing, she was after all John's wife. Besides, I expected that little other than sleeping was going to happen in the next eight hours.

That turned out to be dead wrong. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke to the unmistakable grunts, groans and pleasure sounds of serious fucking. The way that old bed of mine was creaking, I could tell John was giving it to her good.

Laura's long, loud climax soon confirmed what I already knew.

It had gone silent again except for the night noises you always here at a mountain cabin. The things you simply never hear in the city.

I was just nodding back off when I sensed movement. I opened my eyes to see Laura's silhouette gracefully crossing the room. I was laying under the sleeping bag, rather than in it. She turned it back and laid down next to me, pulling it back over both of us.

She didn't say a word, but just snuggled up real close and wrapped her arms around me. I was very happy to reciprocate. We just laid there holding each other. Feeling her body against mine was fabulous and it was starting to have an effect.

"I can't believe the change in John. You're amazing. I never dreamed it possible. You've made quite a top out of him!" she spoke softly.

"Regrets?" was my one word reply.

"None" she said without hesitation, "you've saved our marriage."

"That was my intent. I'm glad it seems to be working" I said sincerely. 

"It's working. Thank you!" and she punctuated it with a very erotic kiss.

"As I'm sure you heard, he just fucked the Hell out of me and then told me it seemed ungrateful for you to have to hear that and be out here all alone. In fact, he told me to get my ass out here and be sure you were happy, and if I didn't do a exceptional job I will be punished in the morning! You really have turned him around!" she giggled.

"Well then, I'd suggest you'd better do something extraordinary because I'm a pretty tough critic and I imagine he's quite serious about the punishment." I replied, trying to sound stern, but failing.

She giggled again, "I think I know what you like best of all the things we've done together."

And being exactly correct, she slid off the couch and onto her knees where she proceeded to move her mouth to my crotch. She toyed with my cock while she gave my balls a very painstaking tongue bath, something she had NOT done before. If felt out of this world.

She was going very slowly, making it last. She was very gently stroking my cock as she licked my balls. Ever so gently she took one completely inside her mouth. I moaned loudly as she sucked on it. She proceeded to do the same to the other one. All the while gently stroking my cock and rubbing her palm all around the head. 

I was moaning with pleasure and had started to thrust my hips, wanting even more. She didn't disappoint me either. She slipped her lips over the head of my cock and engulfed the whole thing. Working just on the head for the moment she licked and sucked.

Finally she started to bob up and down. I wanted to grab her head and jam my whole prick down her throat, but I resisted. I was glad I did. She was still going very slow, to make the sensations last. But on each bob she was taking more and more of my monster cock. Soon she had all but about the final inch down her throat. Far more than she'd been able to do before, and with no sign of gagging at all. It felt so astonishing that I knew I wouldn't last much longer. 

When she started to gently squeeze my sack it was too much. I started to cum like a prize bull. I yelled out as my whole body stiffened and I felt glob after glob of cum being ejected from the tip of my cock.

Laura sucked and swallowed like a true pro! I came harder and longer than I could ever remember. As best I could tell in the dark, she hadn't spilled a drop. She was softly sucking and licking me as I started to soften and didn't let my cock out of her mouth until I was almost fully soft.

She crawled back up on the couch and I pulled her tight and kissed her hard, still trying to catch my breath.

"That was unquestionably the most fantastic blow job I've ever even dreamed of. I promise to tell you husband what you did in the morning!"

"Now, I think it only fair that I reciprocate!" I said.

"Scott," she said shyly "John just filled me with quite a load."

I laughed, "I've never had that aversion to eating a woman after I fuck her that some guys do! Admittedly I've never eaten a woman after another guy fucked her, at least not that I know of, but I don't see how it would be much different. Now lie back and enjoy!"

Without further objection she did exactly that. In no time at all I had used my best techniques to bring her screaming with orgasm. She was very sensitive and tried to pull away, but I held her tight and kept licking her, though much more gently, until she started urging me on again and then I attacked her clit with a vengeance until she came even harder!

It was my turn to crawl back on the couch and her turn to grab me and kiss me almost violently while she tried to breath normally.

We laid there for quite a while in complete silence, each just basking in the feelings.

At last I reluctantly said, "I think it's time for you to go back to your husband."

Without comment she did. I was probably asleep before she was back in the bed. I slept soundly until morning. In fact Laura was up and had the coffee made when I woke. 

I crawled out of bed and staggered over to get a cup. We just beamed at each other without speaking.

Just then John came in and the little devil inside me awoke.

"So," asked John, "did my little slut do as I told her last night? Sounded like she did."

"Well, she tried, but to tell you the truth John, she sucked!" I said trying not to laugh.

"WHAT!" yelled Laura in shock.

"I said you sucked, in fact John she really, really sucked. Sorry!" I added. 

Laura couldn't suppress a grin. She knew exactly what I'd done. I'd told the literal truth, but implied her performance had been substandard. I think part of her wanted to see what John would do. I certainly did. Besides, she knew protesting would do no good and probably end up making it harder on her.

I was pretty sure, having overheard us, that John knew I was not being completely straight, but I think he wanted an excuse to punish Laura.

"Laura, I warned you! Now go fetch that ping pong paddle and bring it here" he said sternly. 

I was proud of the lad, this was working out quite nicely. 

Laura returned and handed John the paddle. John sat in one of the straight backed chairs from the dining table and indicated she should lie over his lap.

She did so without resistance. 

John began, and not as gently as I expected, in fact he was laying into her pretty good. Not nearly as I had with the crop, nor I would have with that paddle, but he was letting her have it.

She was squirming and squealing, but he had a good grip around her rib cage and wasn't letting up. Her ass was turning a nice bright pink. By the time he stopped I'm sure her ass smarted plenty, but I could also tell her cunt was quite wet.

I walked over to her and unceremoniously stuck two fingers in her cunt, wiggled them around and withdrew them.

Showing them to John I said, "Nice job, the little slut liked that as you can see from her drippy cunt!"

John laughed and yet again Laura's face matched the color of her ass.

We had a quick, light breakfast.

"Let's go in the bedroom. John I want to show you something and then I have a little present I want to give you" I said.

Laura clearly didn't like the sounds of that.

I positioned her on the bed just as I had the time she and I had been here alone. Hands tied to the headboard, ankle cuffs tied to ropes and tossed over two beams, pulling her legs up and wide apart until her ass was just barely off the mattress. 

"NO, not the crop, please not that!" Laura begged.

"Laura, the crop would not be in keeping with John's rule to ease up, so no crop. Now be quiet and will I explain to John!" I said taunting her.

"John, I know I said you and I weren't ever going to talk about what Laura and I did the time we were here alone, but that seems rather irrelevant at this point, so let me tell you what Laura's talking about" I said. 

I went on to explain how I'd alternated between cropping her cunt and licking her pussy, but not letting her cum. Just getting her as close as possible before going back to cropping her. I ended by telling him how pain administered directly on the clit would push her over the edge if she was turned on enough.

"Laura just loves to have her pussy eaten, you know!" I said.

"Yeah I think I heard the results of that last night!" laughed John.

"But I think she might like it even better if two guys took turns!" I continued.

"Oh no! Please, not that, please! I'm much too horny for that!" she pleaded.

None of us had cum since the middle of the night, but since John and I could whenever we felt like it and Laura was completely at our mercy, this would be harder for her.

Laura had instantly figured out what I had in mind. John looked puzzled.





More of What Friends Are For Ch. 06



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I headed for the kitchen. What I'd taken out of my bag was a bikini wax kit I'd purchased. It was used for hair removal. The instructions said that the hair had to be very short for it to work, hence the trim. They also warned about making sure you didn't get the wax hot, just warm. I intended to ignore that part completely. I popped it in the micro and zapped it for significantly longer than directed.

When I removed it, I did test on the back of my hand to be sure it wouldn't actually burn her. It was pretty damn hot, but safe I reasoned. Plus it would still have a few minutes to cool before I applied it. 

When I returned, John really had her worked up and was about to stop it appeared. I egged him on some more.

"Get her really, really close. Then stop!" I encouraged.

He seemed to redouble his effort.

"John, PLEASE DON'T STOP. MAKE ME CUM BABY, PLEASSSSEEE!" she yelled frantically.

I wasn't sure if this would work or not, but I dearly loved abusing her cunt in any case. 

As soon as John stopped and moved out of the way, without warning I started dripping the hot wax right on her clit.

She screamed from both shock and pain, unfortunately it didn't make her cum.

I continued to drip the wax drop by drop on her pussy until she was completely covered.

She screamed as each drop landed, but it was cooling quickly. 

Once the pain had diminished and the stuff cooling she again vented at me.

"You dirty fucking bastard! God Damn that burned!" she yelled.

I said nothing, but now that the wax had cooled to the temp it was suppose to be for hair removal, I covered her bush in it as the directions indicated. 

I waited the ten minutes the label described and then still following the instructions grabbed the corner of the waxed area and ripped it off quickly.

Laura let out another unearthly scream.

I peeled all the wax off her cunt lips and with a warm damp cloth, removed the stray wax. 

All the wax was gone and I was staring at a beautiful, hairless cunt. She was bald as a little girl. There were a couple of places that looked like they had a mild sunburn, so I'd got the temp exactly where I wanted. I had not actually burned her, though I'm sure it smarted plenty.

"There you go pal, the present I promised. A nice bald cunt!"

"I must admit, I like the look very much! I think I'll keep it that way!" John replied.

It was a classic case of "if looks could kill" I'd be dead!

"If I was you pal, I fuck that hole silly while it's still warm!" I said.

Both Laura and John realized I was suggesting a good hard fuck that would add to the tenderness she was feeling down there. But all three of us knew she was so revved up she'd be cumming hard soon.

John was not gentle. He rammed into her and hard. She grimaced and let out a loud groan. He was unfazed and started to really hammer away. It had been a long time since I sat and watched another couple fuck. With a woman as sexy and wonton as Laura, it was a sight to behold. Watching his cock pound in and out of her pussy was very much a turn on.

True slut that she is, she was soon moaning, humping as much as she could and crying out.

"Oh yeah baby, fuck me, fuck me hard, HARDER!" she yelled as John continued to pound her pussy relentlessly.

Her words were having an effect on John and when I thought it not possible, he started to jackhammer her even faster and harder.

That did it. Laura screamed out as she came hard and if anything John started to pummel her even more.

I was quite amazed at his staying power, not to mention his force. I wasn't sure I could have lasted that long after the morning's excitement.

Just as I could tell Laura was about to cum again I saw John tense all over. The two of them came as one, both screaming out. It was very erotic to watch, not like some cheap porn flic, but real animal lust. Live and in person.

The exhibition I'd just watched definitely had me wanting to fuck my friend's wife one more time. I had an idea.

John and I freed Laura and she just laid there. 

I tossed a sheet over her and said, "Get a little rest."

I headed for the door, indicating to John he should join me.

We went outside. I'd wanted to discuss my plan with John. I was sure he was going to be reluctant to go along, but I thought I could talk him into it. Like most of what I'd done this weekend it was in their best interest, though I have to admit I would enjoy this one thoroughly. 

"Watching your sexy wife get fucked like that is quite a show. You ought to try it some time!" I said planting a seed I hoped.

"That suppose to be a hint?" he laughed.

Taking the opening I made clear what I had in mind. 

As I thought, John was not enthusiastic at first, but he agreed to go along and by the time I was done I think he decided my reasoning was valid.

It was a while before Laura showed herself. While the morning hadn't been as hard on her, at least not yet, as the day before. That coupled with a short night had added up to wear her out. What I had in mind would just about do her in.

Laura was going to have to actually agree to my plan too, if it were to work.

"Hey sexy, back for more?" I teased.

She just smiled softly.

"Jesus John, the bitch is insatiable. Look at her. You just fucked the shit out of her a little while ago and she still wants more!"

"Sure looks that way" John laughed, following along with our plan.

Laura didn't say anything, just looked at us expectantly.

"You just have to have this big thing fuck you one last time, don't you slut!" I said, crudely pointing at my semi hard cock.

As I expected, she blushed deeply, giving both John and I our answer. 

One more obstacle to go and I'd get to fuck her for what I imagined would be the last time. I hoped she was truly the slut I thought she was!

"Well?" making her ask for it.

"Bastard!" she hissed.

"Yes I want you to fuck me!" she finally said, turning an even deeper red.

"You know Laura, I'd love to fuck you again, but if I was John, I'd be pissed. After just getting it from your husband you're slut enough to want another man to fuck you just because my cock is bigger than his?"

She didn't reply, but was scarlet now.

"Well John, I'd love to, but if I were you I'd make her pay dearly for it!" I said.

"I think you're right Scott. What do you have in mind?" John asked, playing along.

Laura looked worried now.

"Hmm, let me think" I was trying not to overact.

"I think I'd make her give up her safe words and then for her punishment for embarrassing you like this, I'd cane her once for each time she cums. She's such a horny bitch, she'll probably cum a lot!" was my planned response.

The redness quickly drained from her face. To be replaced with the pale white of fear.

"N,nn,nnoot the cane!" she stammered "We agreed!"

"No Laura" I said in that even voice she'd come to dread. 

"You and I agreed. If you give John back your safe words, he is breaking no agreement by caning you! After all, you can pass on the fuck of your life and save your ass. It's up to you. But I'm not fucking you unless you agree!" I said calmly, all the while desperately hoping inside that she would.

She looked at John. Admirably he just looked back with a steely glare. One that would have scared me, had I been her.  "Fuck" she said under her breath.

Then after a minute, "Okay, I agree Damn YOU!"

With that she turned on her heels and stomped toward the cabin.

"Come on!" she yelled after herself.

I was euphoric. I couldn't read John's emotion, but we'd talk this through earlier.

"No second thoughts?" I asked him earnestly.

"Nope!" was his only reply.

When I reached the bedroom she was already laying on her back in the middle of the bed. 

I squandered no time. I crawled between her legs and guiding the swollen head of my cock against her pussy lips. I sensed more than saw John standing in the doorway.

"You count buddy" I said.

I leaned into her, pressing my cock inside her. It slipped in easily she was so wet. Evidently the thought of a good hard monster cock fuck followed by her husband caning her was even more exciting to her than I'd dreamed. 

I started to fuck her with steady long strokes. Not too fast. Not too hard. I wanted this to last as long as possible, which would take some effort on my part I was so excited. I also wanted the pleasure level for her at maximum. I wanted to make her cum as many times as I possibly could. I also wanted to enjoy the feeling of her nice tight cunt gliding up and down my throbbing cock. 

I was being successful at all my goals it was apparent. Laura was moaning with pleasure and I'd just barely started. I was in heaven, and had already settled into a smooth rhythm that felt wonderful, but I was convinced I could maintain it for a long while before the pleasure simply became to great. 

"Oh yesss, uh huh!" she was moaning.

It had only been a couple of minutes before she started to shake with what was going to be the first of many orgasms.

"OH FUCK, SO GOOD!" she yelled.

I didn't alter my stroking. She was starting to fuck back harder. I didn't stop her. She was obviously not trying to hold back from cumming. I was glad.

"Harder, oh please HARDER!"

I ignored that request. Within a couple more minutes she was cumming again, even harder this time.

The spasms in her pussy felt amazingly good! I wasn't sure I could keep this up for long after all. It didn't really matter, it was already worth it. I was feeling the best fuck of my life.

Somewhat to my astonishment, and great joy, I was able to bring her two more orgasms before I just couldn't take any more. 

My balls started to tighten and I knew this was it. I started to fuck her real hard as I came. It squeezed a fifth cum out of her!

We were both spent and didn't move at first. My cock still inside her. Strangely I was more self conscious about John seeing me lay there with my cock deep in his wife now than I had been about him watching me fuck her silly. Finally I pulled out and got up. Laura still didn't move. 

With that John turned and left the room. I followed him, not sure what I'd find.

"You are certainly right about one thing. It's quite a show watching her get fucked! Seeing her cunt stretched so wide by that thing you call a cock is damned exciting!" he said with a big grin.

It was clear everything was okay with him. 

"John, you are one lucky son of a bitch. That woman is the absolute best fuck I've ever had!" I said meaning every bit of it. 

I told him that we shouldn't wait any longer and gave him a few final words regarding the caning.

We both went back to the bedroom. It didn't look like Laura had moved. 

"I sure hope you enjoyed that a ton, slut, 'cause you are going to pay dearly for it now!" I growled.

John and I each grabbed and arm and rather roughly pulled her off the bed and led her into the main room. I got the wrist cuffs and the rope and soon she was strung up one more time. I'd left more slack that before, so she could dance around all she wanted, but couldn't go anywhere.

John had retrieved the stick we'd cut the day before and looked ready.

Laura hadn't said a word.

Five, was more than I'd anticipated, still I hoped John wouldn't go to easy on her. I wasn't worried about him being too hard.

Just as we'd agreed John said, "The next time you think about putting any cock but mine up that sloppy cunt of yours, remember this!"

And with that the cane whistled through the air and landed squarely in the middle of her ass. It had been much less forceful than the ones I'd given her when I caned her, but it stung plenty I was certain and marked her nicely. A small welt even started to rise.

It forced a shriek out of her. 

The room was quite and John just let the first one settle in. As soon as she stopped jumping around he took careful aim and as I'd suggested, he laid one right in the crease between her full ass cheeks and the very top of her thigh. While this one was even less powerful than the first, he hit his target exactly.

She must have leaped straight up two feet. The scream that she emitted was one of severe pain. That is one very tender spot. 

"STOP! MY GOD, STOP. JOHN, NO MORE PLEASE! NO MORE!" was nearly screaming as she begged. 

I hoped John wouldn't lose his resolve. 

"I'm going to be sure you're cured of your desire for a big cock Laura!" 

I guess my worries where unfounded. 

John reared back and let her have another. About as hard as the first and about three inches higher. She now had three, almost perfectly parallel bright red stripes across her ass. Each on top of a modest welt. So far she'd recover much easier than the last time, but it wasn't over yet!

She was sobbing and begging John to stop, "At least wait awhile before you go on!"

"No Laura, you earned these, cumming like a slut, and now you have to pay up! Hold still, or if I miss, I'll do the next one over." He told her.

He was getting the role of a serious top down quite convincingly!

Stunningly she steeled herself, but stood straight and still.

The crop whistled through the air a fourth time. Landing another perfect blow right between the lower two. 

She danced like a prancing horse and screamed in still more pain, tears pouring down her face.

This time John waited quietly a long time as she begged him to stop. Once she had regained her composure he stood right in front of her and looking her straight in the eyes he spoke.

"Since this was Scott's idea, I think he should have the honor of the final stroke!" he said.

"OH GOD NO! NO, NO, NOT THAT. ANYTHING BUT THAT" she was frantic. 

In an even voice that rivaled what I would have done he continued, "Laura. You owe me five stripes. Now I'm giving Scott the last one and I want you to take it!"

The starch went out of her and she just hung her head.

John handed me the switch.

"Why thank you sir!" I said gaily as I swished it through the air a couple of times. 

It was my turn to stand face to face with Laura, "You didn't give up your safe words with me. If you use them now, I'll honor that." 

She took a very deep breath and looked up, "I gave them up to John though, and if he wants me to take one from you, I don't have a choice. Just get it over, PLEASE!"

"Impressive" I said, astounded at the strength and spirit she possessed.

I moved in position to deliver the final thrashing. I tapped her butt with the stick, barely hard enough for her to even feel it, but she winced anyway. 

"I think a nice finish would be to contact your lovely lines John. You know, like marking off a score. Right across here!" I said laying the stick so it diagonally crossed the other four marks.

Laura shuttered and a little squeak of fear escaped her lips. I knew she was aware how incredibly painful what I described would be. She was intimately aware how much harder I swung the cane than John had. 

"Ready?" I said in her ear.

She went rigid and nodded her head once. 

I lifted the stick off her ass and her whole body tensed even more. 

I only moved the stick about six inches away and then with a gentle flick of my wrist, snapped it against her ass. It was barely hard enough to sting. It certainly didn't even leave a mark.

She let out a yelp, but it was from surprise and tension, not pain.

She turned her head and looked at me. 

I just smiled, then moved to let her down. She didn't collapse, but just lowered herself to the floor and curled up.

I moved away, leaving her alone.

"I'm thirsty. Want a beer John?" I said as I walked to the fridge. 

He joined me and looking at the beer in my hand, asked "We're done now, I assume?"

"You think she can handle any more?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, I don't" he replied after a moments thought.

With a deadly serious look I said, "Don't you EVER push her anywhere near this far! Got it!"

"Don't worry" he said equally serious. 

He took a swallow then simply asked, "Why?"

"Two reasons. She'd had enough. I didn't expect it would be five!" I added a smile to the last.

"Also, I wanted us to teach her a lesson. I don't want her to hate me!"

"Hmmp!" was his only response.

Once John finished his beer he headed toward the bathroom.

"We should head out before too much longer. I'm going to shower" he said flatly. 

Once he was gone, Laura moved to the couch and wrapped herself in the sleeping bag that was still there from the night before. She closed her eyes.

I took my beer and headed out to the porch again. 

I sipped it slowly, reflecting on the astounding experience that I'd enjoyed with Laura on the two trips we'd shared.

Just as I was swallowing the last of it John came out with Laura. He was all dressed to leave, in shorts and a shirt and wearing athletic shoes. Laura was completely naked, as was I still. It was the first time I'd felt odd about our relative states of dress all weekend, but what the Hell. 

"I'm going to take a real long walk" John started, "I figure you two might like to talk alone a little."

He wasn't talking to either of us really, just talking.

"I'll be gone a couple of hours" he added as an afterthought while going down the steps. 

Laura sat down. Neither of us spoke until John was quite a ways off.

"I was just going to get myself another beer. Want one?" I asked, standing.

"Sure" she said quietly.

I handed Laura her beer when I returned and before even sitting down, asked, "DO you want to talk?"

She smiled and replied, "I think we probably should, don't you!"

"I know I'd like to" I smiled back.

We started off very slowly. Far more silence than talk. Pretty soon we were getting it all covered however.

I told her she was the sexiest woman I'd ever known and how great the sex was. She paid me a similar compliment. I told her she was the most amazing sub I'd ever known and more spunk and could take more punishment than I'd ever seen. With a laugh she told me I could dish out more than she'd ever seen!

I checked to see how she thought she and John were going to do going forward. She assured me she thought things would be great.

"He told me what you said after the caning. He promised he would do exactly as you'd said" she let me know.

"Good"

Then I figured it was time.

"I'm glad we're talking. I was afraid you might hate me by now." I said, worried about her reply.

She was about as serious as I'd ever seen her, "Scott, I don't hate you. Far from it. Oh, right now I'm mad as Hell at you, but that will fade. You've saved my marriage, fucked me like I've never been fucked before, and as much as I love John, I doubt I'll ever be fucked quite like that again, and given me a S/m session I'll never forget. I'd never do it again, but I would give up having the experience now that I do!"

She really was remarkable. I'd hoped that was how things would end up, but I thought it would take a long time, if ever, before she saw things that way.

It had been nearly an hour by the time our conversation wound to a stop. Nothing left to say it seemed. The beers long gone. 

Laura turned to me with that twinkle in her eye that means something wild is going on in her brain and said, "Let's go take a shower!"