1 comments/ 20078 views/ 2 favorites Wild Secrets Ch. 01 By: jthunderbolt After the second ring of the doorbell, Andrea finally opened the door with a phone against her ear. "Hi, you guys. Sorry I'm a little flustered. Don and Tina are already here and Jake's still not home. Friday traffic! Please come inside. This is the new place. I was just about to give these guys a tour so your timing is perfect. Oh, is that wine for us? Thank you so much." My wife and I stepped in the door and Andrea gave us each a warm hug and a peck on the cheek. She and her husband had just moved back to the country from two years abroad. Even flustered as she was right now, she looked fabulous in her little black dress, long blonde hair and high heels. There was a new sense of confidence in her now, even in her current swirl of excitement she was clearly no longer the timid wallflower we'd once known. With the phone still pressed to her ear, she led us into the front living room of their enormous new house where we found Don and Tina. They were friends we saw once in a while. Tina was a petite impish brunette, outwardly shy but flirty after a couple of drinks. Don was taller, in great physical shape like Tina, and more of a fun-seeker than a deep-thinker. My wife, Ginette, and I were a little more laid-back and introverted than these two. After we made our greetings and Andy fixed us drinks, she was about to show us around when the phone in her hand rang. It was Jake, and apparently his car had broken down in the city. "I have to go and pick him up, guys, I'm so sorry. Why don't you guys show yourselves around and help yourselves to snacks and more drinks in the kitchen? I'll be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops." And with that, Andy was out the door, leaving the four of us to wander the house on our own. The place was huge and beautifully decorated. Apparently, pharmacists make a lot of money. As we made our way from room to room, we remarked to one another how amazing it was that they'd only been here a week. Everything seemed mostly unpacked. On the second floor, we found some unpacked boxes in the various extra bedrooms. Finally we got to the master bedroom. "Wow!" said Ginette, "This room is huge." Aside from the gigantic bed, the room had a comfy sitting area with a coffee table to one side and a fireplace to another side. A large flat screen TV set was mounted on the wall across from the foot of the bed. I admired the A/V system while the ladies checked out the massive walk-in closet. There was a stack of partially unpacked boxes near the TV wall and Don, being Don, was naturally snooping around in the top of these, which just happened to be open. "Hey, Phil," he whispered to me, "Check this out." He was holding a black video cassette case which had a single white label on it. ROMP WITH THE BRAUNS, it read, followed by a date which was about a year and a half ago. "What do you think it is?"asked Don, with a leer, "A porno?" "Probably not." I chuckled, "I'm sure it's perfectly innocent." "Well, fire this thing up and let's see." I was interested in checking out this fancy TV so I went ahead and switched it on. As the TV warmed up I slid the tape into the VCR. "It's probably just picnic or something..." I was saying when my jaw suddenly dropped. The video was definitely porn alright. Of the rough, handheld, amateur style, no less. What we immediately saw was a naked woman spreadeagled across a bed, her wrists tied to ropes that extended to the bedposts. Her knees were folded over the foot of the bed, her ankles presumably tied to the posts as well, though we couldn't see that from this angle. A naked man was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, his face buried in the woman's crotch. He was wearing a blindfold and a dog collar. The woman had something stuffed in her mouth, it looked like a pair of panties, and she was moaning and writhing from the ministrations of her partner. "Holy shit." said Don in a low voice, "This is intense." "What the fuck is that?" came Ginette's voice from behind us, causing me to jump like a schoolboy being caught red-handed. We spun around to find Tina and Ginette standing in the closet doorway staring. "I was... Uh, we were just checking..." I stammered as they approached. "What is this?" Ginette repeated. "A tape," Don explained, matter-of-factly, "it was in that box." "This is Andy and Jake's?" asked Tina, in a curious voice. "We shouldn't be looking at this," said Ginette, "shut it off." "Just a minute," said Tina as I fumbled for the remote. She watched for a few seconds more. "This stuff is seriously freaky." "Oh relax, Tina, it's not that wild. Just a little bondage action. Besides," Don paused, grinning, "I happen to know much you like it." "Don!" Tina covered her face with her hands to hide her blushing. Ginette and I stood frozen, equally mortified. Neither of us was comfortable talking about this sort of thing. "She likes to get tied up," Don explained, "I like it, too, so we have to switch, you know." "Don, please," interrupted Tina, "they don't want to know about...I mean it's private..." "Relax, babe, it's perfectly normal," cooed Don, "I'm sure Phil and Ginette like to get kinky, too from time to time, right guys." He looked to us for support. "Ah, sure." I said. It was true, we both had a number of wild fantasies, involving BDSM, among other things, but aside from a little light bondage, we'd never acted on them. "Oh my god." gasped Ginette, we all looked at her and followed her gaze back to the screen. The camera had zoomed in and turned slightly so we could better see the face of the man. A woman's hand from off screen was untying his blindfold and finally pulled it away. Ginette whispered, "That's Jake." The four of us silently confirmed the identity of the man in the video, who was passionately slurping away at this bound woman's shaved pussy. The other woman's hand, in a fingerless latex glove, patted him on the head and then the camera tracked up to the bound woman's face and torso. "If that's Jake, then who's this tied-up girl?" asked Tina. "It must be Mrs. Braun," replied Don passing the tape case over for Tina and Ginette to see. In the video, Mrs. Braun was now staring into the camera, so she didn't see the riding crop coming from off screen before it landed on her left nipple, causing her to yelp and struggle against her bonds. The camera zoomed out more and the four of us gasped in sync when we saw woman with the gloved hand holding the crop. It was Andrea. In addition to the black latex gloves, she was wearing a matching set of latex boy shorts, with the crotch cut out, and a bra with the nipples cut out. Her legs were adorned with fishnet stockings and high heels. The latex choker and goth makeup completed the look. In short, she was the perfect BDSM goddess/bitch. As I watched her dole out a beating on Mrs. Braun's tits, I became suddenly, uncomfortably aware of how hard my cock was becoming. Stealing a sideways glance, I noticed that the other three were now as fixated on the screen as I was. We four stood, paralyzed, in a line, breathing heavily in unison. On the tape, Andy was climbing onto the bed so that she straddled the captive's face backward, her knees resting on Mrs. Braun's upper arms. Andy leaned forward so she was practically lying on Mrs. Braun's torso, reached out and took hold of Jake's collar. She lifted his face from Mrs. Braun's crotch and pulled it toward her for an open-mouthed kiss. Watching their tongues meet in mid-air, imagining them sharing the taste of their captive's pussy was almost too hot. At some point Ginette had taken my hand in hers. Standing next to her, I could sense her excitement at watching this guilty pleasure. We observed as Andy encouraged her husband to stand up, and for the first time, we saw his swollen cock as Andy guided it into Mrs. Braun's cunt. My own member was now uncomfortably strained in my pants and I finally had to reach down to adjust it. I couldn't help sneaking another look across at our friends in the room and was shocked to see that each of them had let a hand drift down to the front of his or her own pants, including my wife. Looking back up to face Ginette, she met my gaze with dilated pupils and breathlessly leaned forward to kiss me. I pulled her close, my hand landing on her perky breast and massaging it gently through her top as our tongues battled it out. One of her hands found itself pulling down the fly of my jeans and reaching in to rub my cock. I opened my eyes and saw Don and Tina locked in a likewise passionate embrace, then glanced over to the screen where Andy was having her pussy licked by Mrs. Braun while Jake was fucking her. Somehow Tina and Don had moved even closer, so that Ginette and Tina were now practically leaning against each other back-to-back as we made out with our respective spouses. Ginette's hand had opened the front of my jeans completely and was now reaching into my underwear to grasp my cock. As I pressed closer into my wife's body, my hand came into contact with Tina's blouse. Impulsively, I let my fingers wander up to the side of her breast. At the same time, I became aware of Don's hand reaching around Ginette's waist. We were all breathing heavily and moaning audibly now. In a tangle of arms, I found myself clutching Tina's hefty boob through her blouse when Ginette suddenly froze. "Oh fuck! They're home!" She whispered urgently, quickly disengaging from the crush and straightening out her clothes. Now I could hear voices and the sound of the front door closing. "Hey everybody, we're back!" called Andy from downstairs. Full-scale panic set in. I dove for the remote control and fumbled with the settings to switch the TV screen off as I heard footsteps on the stairs. Don and Tina were frantically trying to regain their composure as Ginette ran to the bedroom door to head off Andy, whose voice was getting closer, "Where are you guys? Oh there you are." She poked her head in the door to catch the other three greeting her with a very forced, overly cheery casualness. Knowing she couldn't quite see me from the door, I left the remote on the bed and ducked into the ensuite bathroom where I took the opportunity to do stuff my cock back into my jeans and do them up. As I tried to catch my breath I heard the others making small talk. "We were just checking out your amazing bedroom!" "Wow." "Yeah, really nice." Then Jake obviously came into the room, as I could hear everyone greeting him. I walked back into the bedroom as nonchalantly as possible, breezily complimenting their bathroom before shaking Jake's hand. Ginette, Don and Tina were smiling and laughing, but each was still a little flustered, as was I. Andy and Jake seemed oblivious, though, joking about the unreliability of Jake's expensive car. Were we actually going to get away with this? It was such an odd transition. In the blink of an eye we had transformed from taboo passion into banal chitchat. "Well not to kick you all out of my bedroom," Jake was chuckling, "but I think I'll just quickly change my clothes and meet you guys back downstairs for a drink before I light the barbeque." We took the hint and started filing out. I tried to take this opportunity to assess how well our tracks had been covered. First I glanced over by the components cabinet and noticed the VCR was still on, but no longer running. It wasn't clear whether the tape had been extracted or left in the machine. I had to hope that Don had managed to pull it out of the VCR; leaving it in there would be a real giveaway. I was still scanning the room for it when Jake noticed me. "You alright, Phil?" I plastered on a big dumb smile, "Yeah! Just love this room, that's all! See you downstairs!" With that I headed out after the others. The rest of the evening went by pretty prosaically with a few exceptions. When Jake came back downstairs, I studied him for some kind of sign that he had found the tape out of place but it was difficult to read him. Jake was always a bit odd socially, varying from being very gregarious to very withdrawn, depending on the day. For the rest of the evening, he was pretty quiet, sometimes looking as though he was lost in thought, but from time to time he'd crack a joke or flash his smile. Meanwhile my mind was turning over the possibilities, hoping we'd escape any reckoning for our trespass. It was difficult to focus on the conversation at hand and I suspect all of us guests were silently reflecting not only on the movie we'd found, but also on what almost happened next. A few drinks calmed everybody down and loosened us up. We heard a lot about Andy and Jake's time abroad. Andy kept repeating how they'd had so many new experiences that had broadened their horizons. Every time she said that, Don would press her for an example, but she'd move on to talking about something else. After dinner, when many drinks had been imbibed and we were all getting silly, she again mentioned not knowing how she'd give up some of the things they'd tried doing. This time, when Don asked her again to elaborate, she just laughed and hinted that she'd have to show us some time. This made me catch Ginette's eye privately. And Tina took Don off somewhere to chat, no doubt persuading him to keep his mouth shut. By the end of the evening, no one was fit to drive and Andy begged us all to stay over. All of the guests except Don objected. I was thinking we didn't want to be in the house if they found the tape out of place. Since we lived in the same direction, the four of agreed to share a cab home. I ended up in the front while the others piled into the back seat. It was an awkward ride home. By now Don was so plastered, he didn't seem to know where he was but the rest of us felt the sexual tension, remembering all too well what had happened between us. In the end we just made small talk, not speaking at all about the tape or the impromptu make-out session we'd had or how we'd almost been caught. Ginette and I walked into our dark apartment and shut the door behind us. We stood there in the dark for a moment facing each other. Then the pent-up desire of the day took over. Our tongues entwined, we started tearing each other's clothes off. I pushed her against the door and kissed my way down my wife's sweet body, pulling her tits out of her bra to suck on her nipples before working my way down her flat tummy to the front of her soaking panties. I pulled these to one side and drove my tongue into her pussy, lapping up the juices. "You bad little boy," whispered my wife, "watching our friends fucking around like that. You little pervert. I think you need to be punished." Somehow she had my belt in her hand. She brought it down like a whip on my backside, making me yelp. "Yes, I've been very bad." I conceded. "Did I tell you to stop licking my pussy? Get back to work!" she taunted. "Go on, lick my clit. Oh, yeah, that's it baby. Keep doing that. Now fuck me with your tongue, you little cheater. Yeah like that. Whose pussy are you licking right now, you little bitchboy? Tina's? Yeah, you want her cunt, don't you, you little fucker?" Her words were exciting me more and more and I just kept on working my tongue deeper into my wife's snatch, feeling her short, red, drenched pubic hair rub against my nose. Ginette had talked dirty before, but this was a new dimension, using the names of our friends and striking my ass with the belt. "Oh, I bet it's Andy you want to go down on isn't it? Or would you like her to tie you up and sit on your face while she whips you like...THIS? You've already seen her shaved pussy, after all. Now you just want a taste through those crotchless panties of hers, you little, Fucker...uugghh!" As she came with my mouth on her cunt, my wife's knees went weak and she started sliding to the floor. But I wasn't done with her yet. I grabbed her legs and yanked them roughly so she fell back on the front door mat. Seizing her arms, I pulled the belt out of her hand and swiftly tied her wrists together. Time to switch. With her jeans still around her ankles and her wrists bound, she couldn't resist much as I flipped her onto her tummy. But she tried to struggle, just for fun. "Oh no, you don't, you bitch," I panted as I climbed on top of her, pinning her down on her knees with her chest pressed to the floor. "You want to act like a whore, you're going to be treated like a whore!" I pulled her panties down to her knees and spanked her bottom a few times, until it started to turn pink. She gave a satisfying yelp with each blow. "Tell me, you slut, whose cock are you craving right now?...Tell me!" "Oh... Uh. Yours, Master," she whimpered. I spanked her again, harder. "Bullshit! I know its either Don or Jake you want right now. Which is it?" When she hesitated to answer I began to spank her again and again, until she finally blurted out, "Jake. Jake" I stopped swatting her behind and gently reached my fingers to tease her drenched cunt lips, "You'd like Jake to fuck you right now?" "Yes." I changed my voice a little, adopting the role, "Well why don't you ask me nicely?" I could tell Ginette was turned on by this new development in our play. "Ah, Jake," she said in a sweet, breathless voice, "Won't you please fuck me with that big cock I saw in the movie?" I moved my hips closer to her waiting behind and slid my underwear waistband down to let my cock out. It was ready to go. I placed the tip right against her pussy and pressed it very slightly in. "Oh Jake," she continued, "Oh my god that feels so fucking big. I want you to just shove that thing inside me." Very slowly I rocked back forth, sliding a little deeper in each time. This drove her wild. "Oh god, Jake. Stop teasing me, please." "Well, you really are a little cock-slut, aren't you, Ginny?" "OH YES. I am a little cock-slut, sir, only please fuck now please fuck me I can't take it." "Are you going to be my little plaything, cock-slut?" "YES Jake! Yes, I am yours," Ginette seemed surprisingly close to having another orgasm, even though I wasn't even fully inside her. "I'm your plaything, Jake. Just like the girl in the video. I'm yours to use as you see fit. I'm just your slave-girl tied up here and waiting to be fucked. OH PLEASE FUCK ME." Without warning I pushed hard, deep inside her causing her to squeal with gratitude. "Don't you cum yet, bitch. Don't you dare cum until I say you can." "If I make you cum can I cum then?" "Yes." We started fucking now in earnest. As I drove into her I kept hurling insults at her, berating her for her sluttiness and her filthy mind. She ate it up, agreeing with everything I said. "You're pathetic. You're so hungry for cock? What's wrong with your husband? Why can't he satisfy you?" I taunted, expecting her to answer that she was too cock-hungry for just one man or something like that. Instead what she said surprised me. "He can't fuck me right now because he's tied up over there." For some reason the image of being tied up in the same room as this imaginary scene was a huge turn on. "What's he doing over there, watching us fucking?" "He's trying to watch us but he's tied up over a bench, and he's distracted because your Andy is whipping his back." That was an exciting idea. "And Tina is under the bench and she's sucking his cock." This was pushing me right to edge. "And he's jealous of me fucking you?" I asked, as Jake. "Yes," she answered, on the brink of orgasm, "because he wants you to fuck him, too." This master stroke pushed me over the edge. In all our time together, I had never expressed any gay desires to my wife. I had never really thought about it at all. But somehow she knew it was the magic button. Her body shook as I shot my load deep inside her, both of us moaning uncontrollably. Wild Secrets Ch. 01 Then we collapsed in a half-dressed, half-bound heap, lying on a pile of clothes and shoes just inside the front door of our apartment. "Oh god, that was amazing." I declared, "Are we just total perverts or what?" "I guess we are," my wife agreed, "but then again not like some of our close friends. I mean at least we only fantasized that crazy stuff, right. What we saw on that tape was a lot more than just fantasy." "Yeah. Lucky for us...I mean, if we'd gotten caught watching it...well, they would not have wanted us to see that, I'm sure." "Yes," Ginette purred, gently pressing her hips back into mine, "If they'd caught us, who knows what they would have done to us?" We had a good laugh about it. The idea of getting caught was certainly funny, and exciting. "Then again, if they hadn't come home at all..." I said, caressing her breast, "well, things were getting a little crazy, weren't they?" "They were. It's as well we were stopped before we lost control." She replied, in what I thought might be a wistful tone. "By the way," I asked, "Did you see what happened to the tape? I mean it got put back into the box, right?" "Oh, no. I thought you saw. Don slipped it under his shirt." "What!" Oh fuck. That crazy son of a bitch was going to get us into trouble. "Yeah, remember how he went to the bathroom after we came downstairs. I bet he slipped the tape into his coat pocket and took it home." "But what if they notice it's missing?" "Oh, I'm sure they won't notice for a while. And even if they do look for it there's no reason to think we took it. After all, they just moved and things always get misplaced in a move." "But..." "Honey, relax." Ginette turned over to face me. She'd slipped her wrists out of the belt and now she put her arm around me. "Sometimes you just have to live dangerously. And maybe, someday, Don and Tina will let us borrow the tape." "Ginette, are you serious? I thought you were against watching it at all." "I was at first. But now I'm glad we did. It just brought our sex life to a whole new level." With that she leaned in for a deep kiss. Her hand moved down to my cock and gently started caressing it. Her voice changed "Go have a shower and wait in the bedroom." I felt my cock begin to stir. "Yes, Mistress." "Mmm. Good. But I want you to call me by name. So. Will that be Andrea? Or Tina?" Wild Secrets Ch. 02 A few hours later, we were both in a deep sleep after an extended session of deeply kinky play. I was jolted awake by a loud pounding on our apartment door. "What the fuck?" said Ginette, her eyes suddenly wide open. I glanced at the alarm clock that had been knocked to the floor. 5:30am. "Just a minute." I replied, grabbing a loose sheet to pull over my shoulders and wrap around my waist. "I'll go see who it is." The pounding was still continuing as I rushed to the door, afraid the neighbors might complain of the disturbance. I peeked through the fish eye to see Andrea's angry face outside. "Open this fucking door, NOW!" she demanded. Hurriedly, I fumbled with the deadbolt and opened the door. "Andy! What's the..." I was interrupted by a slap across the face that stunned me. I stumbled backward and tripped over the pile of clothes that had been left on the floor by the door last night. I lost my grip on the sheet as I crashed to the floor in a heap. Andy stepped into the apartment. She was wearing a very long, black, leather overcoat that concealed her whole body, except for the black PVC boots she was wearing. As I tried to shake off the stars that were floating around my field of vision, she strode up to my sprawled body so that one of her legs was between my thighs. With the toe of her boot she nudged the sheet aside, revealing my groin. Then she lightly pressed the sole of her boot onto my genitals. "Where's my fucking tape?" she hissed. I was so terrified, I stammered while I tried to think of some kind of answer to her question. Before I could say anything, however, Andy's eyes shot across the hall to the bedroom doorway, where Ginette, wrapped in a blanket, was looking upon this scene in shock. "Come here, you fucking bitch." said Andy in voice that would not accept "no" for answer. Gin started across the room toward us. "Andy, I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding..." she trembled. In one swift motion, Andy grabbed Ginnette by the back of the neck and pulled her forward, tripping her with a booted leg so that she fell on top of me. Andy seized a corner of the blanket and yanked it aside so that the two of us were now exposed in a naked, tangled heap. "No more fucking lies from either of you. Just give me my goddamned tape." "Andy, I..." I was interrupted by the return of the boot to my groin, pressing harder this time against my balls. "Don't 'Andy' me, bitch. Just tell me where it is." "What tape?" Ginny protested plaintively, curling herself into a protective ball, "We don't know what you're talking about." Andy slapped Ginny's exposed butt with surprising force, eliciting a shriek and a sob. "I told you no more lies, you dumb cow. What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Please Andy, you're scaring us," I cried, realising as I said it, just how pathetic I sounded. "I'm sorry. We don't have anything of yours, honest." Tears were filling my eyes as I blubbered on, rising to my knees. "Please! There's been some kind of mistake. Please stop, Andy!" Andy crouched so that we were face to face. I couldn't meet her gaze and, casting my eyes down, I noticed that her coat had fallen open, revealing her outfit of tight black PVC pants and tank top. "Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth." she said in a quiet, chilly voice. Her bright wide eyes were intimidating to say the least. I looked into them, gulped and then said. "We don't have any tape of yours, Andy. I swear it." She held my gaze for a long time and then said, "So you won't mind if I look for it then, will you?" I had no choice but to say "Go ahead." As she started toward the living room, I really registered for the first time that I was naked. I picked up the sheet and wrapped like a toga while Ginny did the same with the blanket. Both of us were breathing heavily and shaking. What had just happened? We'd never seen Andy so enraged before. We found her rifling through our video tapes in the living room. Looking at each one and then tossing it aside. Finally, she ejected a tape that was in the VCR and inspected it before discarding it. She scanned the bookshelves of the room looking for other tapes or hiding places. Ginny and I glanced at each other. Even though we knew Andy's tape wasn't here, we both felt very nervous. Ignoring us, Andy walked into our bedroom, where we had a second VCR and TV. "Ahhh..." I started to object, only to be silenced by glare from Andy as she passed me. We followed her to the doorway and imagined our room seen through her eyes. It was a complete mess thanks to our nocturnal adventures which now seemed like ancient history. Andy noted the open handcuffs attached to the headboard and the various pieces of lingerie strewn about the room. Sounding a bit calmer, or perhaps slightly amused, Andy said, "Well, I see you two have been up to no good." She checked the VCR for tapes (empty) and then peered under the bed. "What's this, I wonder?" she muttered, sliding a medium-sized box out from beneath the bed. Oh shit! I thought, feeling my cock retracting even further than before. Andy casually dumped the contents of the box out onto the bed, scattering condoms, magazines and more videos. She picked up the magazines and scanned their contents, usually fetish-themed pictorials of bound men and women in BDSM sex. I was especially mortified because even Ginny hadn't seen some of this stuff. The videos were the same thing, bought from the local store and Andy examined the case of each one, pointedly looking at the two of us from time to time. My face was flushed with embarrassment by the time Andy finished. "Fine," was all she said as she walked past us and out the door of the apartment. She turned in the hallway and said, in a voice loud enough for the neighbors to overhear, "If I find out you're lying, I will FUCK YOU BOTH UP." With that, she turned and disappeared down the stairs. When we couldn't hear her boot heels clicking anymore, Ginny closed the door and flung the deadbolt. She turned to face me with tears streaming down her face. "What the fuck have we done?" she sobbed. I held her in my arms for a long time. We spent the rest of the morning cleaning up our place and feeling incredibly guilty. I packed all my porn along with the handcuffs and some kinky lingerie that Ginny wanted gone (fishnets, latex, etc) into a garbage bag for disposal. It all reminded us of the taboos we had violated the previous day. The sense of shame was so great that we even felt awkward being naked around each other. It was like we were taking a vow of chastity to atone for our wicked thoughts and deeds. We each took turns comforting the other in moments of contrition throughout the day and mused aloud about seeking therapy to overcome the perverted urges that had led us to this place. And yet, I felt shame for what we'd done, true; shame for nearly getting caught, yes; but, most of all, I was ashamed of the secret excitement I felt about Andy's visit. Thinking past the shock of the whole thing, images kept creeping back into my mind. My face still tingled from where she'd slapped me and my privates could still remember the scary thrill of her leather boot pressing against them. The flashbacks wouldn't stop: there were Gin and I naked on the floor and there was Andrea standing menacingly over us, just like she had done with Mrs. Braun. Every time it popped into my head, which was a lot, I struggled to suppress the stirring in my groin. I caught Gin staring dreamily into space a few times and wondered if she was feeling the same way, but I didn't dare ask her. I thought of Don and Tina; we'd been trying to reach them all day to warn them to get rid of that tape. No reply. Then, at about 4 in the afternoon, the phone rang. Was it Don and Tina? Had Andy been to their place and, if so, what had happened? But I was surprised to instead find myself on the phone with Andy's husband Jake. "Listen Phil, I'm so sorry about Andrea's behavior this morning. She thought you guys had taken something from our room last night when it was really more likely that I just misplaced it during the move. We'd had a lot to drink last night and she got pretty irrational. I gather she went over there and accused you guys of all sorts of things." "Uh...yeah, we were...I mean, it was pretty scary, actually." "I can only imagine. Anyway. She feels really bad about and she wants to apologize to you guys in person. Will you come over and talk about it with us?" "I dunno, Jake. I mean, we're a little freaked out about the whole thing as you might imagine, so..." "Just a second," he handed the phone to Andy. "Phil?" She was obviously in tears, "Phil I'm so sorry about this morning. I was just the most horrible person. Your friendship means so much to us, to me..." She broke off, weeping. Jake picked up the phone again. "Phil, buddy. I need your help so badly here. She's really been an emotional whirlwind over the past days. It's the stress of moving and everything, I know you understand. Can you guys come over?" "Jeez Jake, it's just that we're feeling kind of tired and all. Could we do this another time?" "Phil, I feel like if we don't resolve this and move on right away then it's always going to be this thing between us, you know. We really need you to come over. Please?" I looked at Ginny and thought about how guilty we'd felt all day, especially knowing that we really were at least partly to blame for setting this whole thing in motion. "Okay," I said, we'll be there in about an hour." Neither Ginny nor I felt particularly sexy anymore, just a little sad and ashamed. Ginny dressed conservatively in loose slacks and a neutral blouse. I put on some jeans and an old dress shirt. It was as though we thought we could hide our dirty souls under layers of armor. We arrived at their door empty-handed. Bringing wine hadn't seemed like a good idea under the circumstances and flowers would have been weird. We couldn't really think of another peace offering. Jake answered the door, wearing a dark leisure suit. He gave us a quick hug and welcomed us inside. In the dining room, we found Andy sitting at the table looking sad. There had evidently been more crying. We sat the table while Jake opened a bottle of wine in the kitchen. So much for sobriety. Now it was Andy who couldn't meet our gaze. She sniffled as she stared at the table and murmured, "I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for the way I treated you guys. I am so, so sorry." After an awkward pause, Ginnette said, "That's alright Andy. I guess you were just really upset this morning, that's all." "You're so sweet, Ginny," said Andy, "But I was a lot worse than just upset, wasn't I. I mean I completely lost it and I just behaved inexcusably." "The point is, that's all over now." I said, hoping to bring the subject to a close. Jake brought a tray with red wine in glasses and some cheese and crackers. He set a wine glass down in front of each of us. "That's for you and that's for you." "I wish it was all over," Andy was saying, "but I feel like I need to explain what happened, why I sort of went crazy, you know?" "Cheers, everybody," said Jake, lifting his glass. "Cheers." I took a sip. The wine felt good so I drank a little more and I saw Ginny do the same as Andy started to talk about the tape that went missing. "You see it had some, well kind of embarrassing content on it," she said, then feeling the need to elaborate, "of a...carnal nature..." I kept my nose in my glass to hide my face as she went on, "of a, frankly, of a kinky nature." "Andy, really, you don't have to explain anything to us." I clumsily interjected. "No, I really do. But now I know it's okay because I can trust you guys. I can trust you guys, right?" "Ah sure, but you don't have to..." I started. "Well in Europe we got really involved in a certain scene, you know, like a lifestyle. But we weren't sure how accepted that would be here. So when I couldn't find that tape, I just got really worried, you know, about how that would make us look." "Sure," said Ginny, "but you know we'd never..." she trailed off, unsure how to finish that thought. "Judge us?" said Andy, brightening, "No, now I know you wouldn't because of what I found in your bedroom. And it just makes me feel so much better to know that you guys are as twisted as we are." I nearly spilled the last of my wine, "Ah, well, I wouldn't say, that, you know..." I was starting to feel strangely nervous, my whole body felt very warm and tingly. "That's why even though I'm sorry I accused you of doing something so terrible, I'm kind of glad I did," said Andy, "because the whole experience has brought us closer together." I realized that Andy's demeanor had been gradually changing through this conversation. The tears were gone and her impish smile were back. Momentarily, my minds eye flashed back to the image of her in the video and then to the morning's events where she had so easily dominated me. Against my will, I could feel a stirring in my crotch. "So it's important that we have total honesty between us, guys." Andy continued, "And that's why I want to ask you something and I want you to be totally honest with us. Okay?" I gulped. This is not where I had imagined this evening going. "Uh, of course." I said at the same time as Ginny nodded. "You didn't take our tape, we know that now. So I'm sorry I accused you of that." Andy looked me right in the eye. "But you did watch the tape, didn't you?" There was an uncomfortable pause. "No, of course not," said Ginny, I could sense her sweating under the pressure,"I mean when would we even have had the chance to..." "When I was out getting Jake, of course. With Don and Tina in our bedroom. Where I found you all. What happened? Did you all just decide to have a voyeur party, spying on your old friends intimate secrets?" "That's crazy!" I protested in what I thought was a pretty convincing tone. "We would never do such a thing." "No?" "Definitely not. We're your friends, Andy." "Ok. Fair enough. Maybe it was just Don and Tina. What do you think?" Honestly I was thinking my nose ought to be about three feet long by now, but there was no way out but to keep lying. "Maybe, but I don't think they'd do that." "But lets just say they did." Andy was persistent, "That's a pretty major breach of trust don't you think, Ginny?" She nodded and Andy continued, "What would a friend have to do - what would you do to regain our trust, if you'd ever done such a thing?" "Well, like I said, we'd never..." I started but she cut me off. "Yeah, yeah, you'd never blah, blah, blah. But if we caught you doing something like that, what would you do to prove your friendship?" "Andy, your friendship means so much to us..." Ginny tried. "What would you do to prove it?" Andy jumped in sharply. "Anything you want." I blurted. "Whatever it would take to prove it." Ginny finished. "But Andy," I added hastily, "Nothing of the sort happened. I promise you." "Promises, promises..." purred Andy, "But I don't suppose, hypothetically, that you two would be willing to take a lie-detector test with that story, would you." "Of course we would," said Gin, trying to control the trembling in her voice. We were getting the feeling she didn't buy our story for a second. "Why not?" I agreed, not thinking for a moment that Andy was serious about the lie detector. "If that's what it would take to convince you." Andy looked at Jake and he smiled back at her and left the room. "It just so happens we have brought an interesting contraption back from our travels." Jake wheeled a cart covered in wires and other electronic devices into the room. "It's an actual lie detector, though a bit different from any you might have seen on TV. Stand up, please." We got to our feet somewhat unsteadily as Jake pushed the table to the side of the room and turned on two bright overhead lights that we hadn't noticed before. We were stunned. We'd never imagined they would go to this length to settle this question, but there seemed no way to back out now. Andy had trapped us. Andy dimmed the other lights so that there were now two pools of light in the center of the room, about four feet apart. "Step into the lights, please. Facing away from one another," said Andy, matter-of-factly. "Uh, well Andy..." I started to protest. "Just do it, please. You guys said you'd do anything to convince us. Are you willing to remain friends with us or not?" Reluctantly, we stepped into the pools of light. While Jake continued to plug various wires together, Andy made me extend my arms and roll up my sleeves. She strapped a heavy white bracelet to each of my wrists and then, presumably did the same to Ginny behind my back. "What are these for?" Ginny tried to ask, but Andy just told her it would all make sense in a moment. Next we were told to raise our arms up to the ceiling, while Jake and Andy attached electrode sensors to the cuffs. After fiddling with the cuffs for a while, Jake invited us to lower our arms. I tried to, but I couldn't. The cuffs had been linked to some chains that were hooked to the ceiling. Panicking, I pulled harder to no avail. I could hear sounds of dismay from Ginnette doing the same. She was panicking, too. My heart was racing. I looked at Andy and Jake who were smiling to each other. "Good. I think those will hold." said Jake. "Why...?" Ginnette started to ask. "You said anything, Ginny. We need to know we can get to the truth without you two coaching each other or trying to leave in the middle of things." Jake walked over to me and started applying more sensors to my face and neck. Then he unbuttoned my shirt and stuck some on my chest. Soon, there were over half a dozen wires leading from me over to a box in the darkened part of the room. Based on the sounds behind me, it seemed Andy was doing to same to Ginnette. "There," said Andy, "All set to go. Excuse me for a moment while I slip into something more comfortable." She walked out. "OK." said Jake. "We're going to calibrate this machine now. So I'm going to ask each of you some questions." We answered some basic questions about the date, the weather and such and then he asked us each to answer one question with a lie so he could measure the response. Every time we lied, a buzzer sounded. Andy walked back into the room. She was dressed in the same leather outfit she'd worn at our apartment that morning. "Well, this is going to be fun, isn't it?" She said cheerfully, "We're going to play a game called 'truth or consequences.' It's simple, really. Tell us the truth and it's all good. Lie to us, and...well you'll see. Let's start. Phil, have you ever cheated on your wife?" Take aback, I answered, "No, of course not!" "Just 'yes' or 'no' from now guys. Jake?" "Well, the buzzer didn't go so he wasn't lying, exactly. But based on the response here, I say it's a little more complicated than that." "Alright, let's explore that. Phil, do you find me sexually attractive?" I hesitated, too nervous to respond and the buzzer sounded. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, you need to answer right away or the buzzer goes. Jake, should we take a penalty for that?" "Definitely." "Alright. Phil, lift your right leg." I lifted my foot and Andy crouched down and pulled my sock off. Then she did the same with my left sock. "Every time you lie or evade, I'll take some clothes from one or both of you. A good incentive to be truthful. So, let me repeat the question. Do you find me sexually attractive?" "Yes." I answered promptly. "Good. Now if you had the chance, and Ginny would never find out, would you fuck me?" Wild Secrets Ch. 02 "I...uh...No I wouldn't cheat..." I was interrupted by the buzzer. "Here's a secret," chuckled Andy, "I like it when you lie here. Because I learn the truth anyway and I get to collect a penalty." She walked behind me, "Ginny, lift your right foot." Evidently, Ginny did not cooperate because Andy shouted,"Lift your foot, dammit!" "Please, Andy," Ginny said. "Please nothing!" said Andy through gritted teeth. There was a scuffle behind me, ending in Andy's triumph. "Just for that, I'm taking the blouse, too. Hand me the scissors, Jake." "Allow me, honey." I could hear snipping and Ginny whimpering as he cut her blouse off. "Aw, it's just a cheap blouse," said Andy, suddenly soothing, "Be a good girl and I'll let you choose one of mine to replace it. Now it's your turn to answer some questions, sweetie. Now I think, secretly, that you are even kinkier than your husband. Tell me, do you enjoy being sexually dominated?" "No!" BUZZ. Jake approached me with the scissors. "Sorry, pal. She lied." I shivered under the cold steel of the scissors as he cut both sleeves of my shirt through to the opening at the chest, so that the whole thing just fell off, leaving me naked from the waist up. "Ginny darling," Andy continued, "You understand that lying is going to get the two of you naked very quickly, don't you?" "Yes," Ginny answered in a very timid voice. "So. I think that idea turns you on a lot, doesn't it?" After the briefest pause, she answered, "no." BUZZ "Oh no!" said Andy in a mocking voice, "We'll need those scissors over here again, Jake." I heard more whimpering from Ginny and several quick snips of the scissors. Then Jake said, "You have nice tits, Ginny. And we can see just how turned on you are right now. You are very turned on right now, aren't you?" Ginny whispered something and the buzzer went. "Sweetie," said Andy confidentially, "You have to answer out loud so we can all hear you. Otherwise it counts as a lie." Jake came back over to me and undid the buttons of my jeans. There was no hiding the erection swollen there. It seemed like his hand lingered there longer than necessary before he pulled my jeans down to my ankles and had me step out of them. "Someone else is very turned on," he remarked, "What a couple of depraved perverts you are! Tell me, Ginny, are you failing this lie detector test on purpose?" "What? uh...no!" BUZZ. "Just as I thought. Well, let's get those slacks off." By this time, Ginnette's protests were sounding more excited than upset. I was astonished at some of the things I was learning about my own wife. Now we were standing chained and practically naked in our old friends' dining room. Wondering what could possibly happen next. Andy walked back around in front of me, standing very close. She lightly and slowly ran a finger down my cheek, across my lips and down my chest until it ran over the thin fabric covering my twitching cock. She looked me right in the eyes and licked her lips. "And now, the big question, Phil. Did you watch our videotape?" "No!" BUZZ. Why did I deny it? I knew they'd find out. "Oh goody! We have our answer. Alright, both of you turn around to face each other. Now!" There was just enough slack in the chains above to twist myself around, but it was going to take constant work to stay that way. Only a few feet in front of me was my darling wife, in the same situation. Covered in sweat and panting, she did indeed have erect nipples. It was too dark to see if her panties were wet, but I could detect her telltale scent in the air, a fact that only made my cock harder. Jake produced spreader bars and cuffed them between our ankles, increasing our discomfort and embarrassment. That only made Andy laugh. "Is it getting hot in here, or what?" she joked, "Let's help our overdressed guests cool off. Oh, silly Jake! You put spreaders on their legs before we could take off their undies!" Jake smirked and chuckled, "Oh well, that's what scissors are for." Standing behind Ginnette, he snipped the waist of her panties at both hips. Ginny clenched her thighs together to prevent them from falling to the floor but they flopped forward revealing her neatly trimmed bush. "Well, Jake? Didn't I tell you she had cute pussy?"Andy purred. "Indeed you did," said Jake softly, his mouth beside Ginny's ear, "but you neglected to mention this succulent ass." I couldn't see what he did with Ginny's behind, but whatever it was made her shudder in surprise, unclenching her thighs and letting the useless panties fall to the floor. When he stepped from behind her, I was shocked to see that his erect cock was sticking out the front of his pants, pointing at me. "Like what you see?" Andy's voice surprised me from right beside my ear. I hadn't seen her move behind me. "No, don't answer that...not yet. First let's get rid of these." She slipped a hand inside my shorts waistband and started cutting with her own scissors. I shivered and shrank at the feeling of the blade so close to my dick. Still, it was in my own interest to hold as still as possible as she cut one leg open and let the shorts slip down around my other ankle. "Now that your clothes are gone, we'll need a new incentive system for you two. Luckily, we have just the thing." More electrodes were produced and affixed to either side of the base of my cock. Jake took great relish in applying a pair to Ginny's inner thighs. "Guys," I started, "Isn't this getting a little..." The BUZZ that interrupted me came with a new surprise this time, a vibrating shock that jolted through my cock. I shrieked in surprise and Ginny did them same. We'd both been zapped. "Phil, be a good boy and don't speak again unless spoken to," said Jake calmly. "That was the lowest setting on this thing but we're quite willing to dial it up, if necessary." "Now then," Andy continued, "back to the matter at hand. You watched the tape. You watched the tape and then you sat here and socialized with us and then you lied about it. You lied many, many times, isn't that true, Ginny?" "Yes," Ginny sobbed, "I'm so sorry...I aaaah" we both felt the ZAP again. "As I said, a simple yes or no will suffice. " "We talked about that sort of betrayal a little while ago, didn't we Phil?" "Yes," I answered briskly. "Did you mean it when you said you valued our friendship, Ginny?" "Yes," she sniffed. "And what did you both say you'd be willing to do to earn it back?" We hesitated, not sure who should answer. Big mistake. ZAP. A long one this time. We both convulsed. I had never imagined I'd be so turned on by the sight my wife's eyes rolling back into her head, her nude body writhing with pleasure/pain. "What did you say you'd do!" Andy belted out. "Anything!" we replied in unison. "Did you mean that, Phil?" "Yes," I panted. "Ginny?" "Yes." "Will you both willingly submit yourselves to us?" "Yes," we replied. And then there was a long silence. "Well, I want you to take a moment," Andy said suddenly dropping out of the dominant character she'd been playing and spoke levelly. "We're going to leave you here alone. Have an honest discussion about it. When we return I'll ask you again. You've had a taste of what's in store. If you want to go on this journey with us, we'll need a full commitment from you. If not, well, then you should go. As far as our friendship...well, we'll see." She and Jake walked out of the room. With effort, I looked my naked, chained wife in eye. She met my gaze and then we both broke away. Everything had happened so fast, my mind was reeling. "What should we do?" she finally asked. "I don't know, what are you feeling?" I asked back. "Honestly I'm...excited. A bit scared, but mostly, turned on," she said. "Me too." I said. "So...you want to do this?" "Yes...as long as you are willing." "I am," she said, sounding more sure of herself, "You know, you're a pretty sexy-looking slave." "Right back at you," I replied, "this cock is hard for a reason." "Oh, is that the reason?" she teased, "I thought it was from imagining Jake's big cock in your mouth." "Hey!" I said, feigning injury, "That's a low blow." "No pun intended?" "If I weren't chained up right now, I'd come over there and show you my big cock, slavegirl." "I can see it from here. Too bad you're just a tied up slave like me then, isn't it?" "Where there's a will there's a way." Talking about this stuff aloud was helping us get used to the idea, and was making me even hornier than before. "Just wait till I get hold of that 'succulent' ass of yours." "We'll see about that." Andy was standing in the door with Jake. She was her smiling, normal self that we hadn't seen since the day before. "I take it you've decided to continue playing with us then?" "Yes," we both answered. Andy broke into a huge grin. "Yay! I'm so happy," she said. Then her posture shifted and that grin resumed its evil gleam, "because you two have been very, very bad and we have a lot of penance planned for you." Jake was setting up a video camera on a tripod. "We're going to be recording this from now on," he said, offhandedly, "For some reason, our video collection needs replenishing."