10 comments/ 56345 views/ 1 favorites Pure Pleasure Ch. 01 By: Hikergirl As soon as she walked in the front door, Carol knew she was in for a special night. She smiled as she looked around the sparkling house and sniffed the wonderful aromas coming from the kitchen. She left her briefcase by the door, slipped off her sandals and walked barefoot into the kitchen, following the sounds of soft jazz accompanied by Mike's deep voice. Mike glanced up from the cutting board when she entered the room, a broad smile brightening his face. He walked over to her and gave her a deep kiss before drawing back to smile at her. "How was your day, babe?" "Pretty good, actually. I met my sales target three days early, so that should keep the overseers happy." Carol snuggled into him contentedly. "Fantastic. I had no doubt you could do it." "So what's all this?" she asked, her sweeping arm taking in the clean house, the bubbling pot on the stove, and the bottle of wine chilling on the counter. "Oh nothing much. You've been working hard and I've had the last five days off, so I thought you deserved a little special treatment." Mike ran his hands down her back, over the swell of her bottom, pulling her pelvis tight against him. He kissed the corner of her mouth as his eyes danced. "You like?" Not sure if he was referring to all of his preparations or the growing bulge pressing into her abdomen, Carol nodded happily, "I like!" She reached up to kiss him again. "I like very, very much, thank you. Do I have time for a quick shower before dinner?" "Of course. Here, why don't you take this with you?" Mike said, pouring her a glass of wine. "You take your time and get nice and clean." He ran his hands over her soft curves one more time and kissed her softly before pushing her towards their bedroom, which had a generous ensuite bathroom attached. "Dinner will be ready in about half an hour." Carol wasn't sure what was prompting Mike's special treatment, but she wasn't about to complain. In fact, he'd been acting oddly secretive the last few days and more than once she'd caught him looking at her with a bemused smile on his face. When she had asked him why he was being so mysterious, he told her that he was working on a special project in the basement, and made her promise not to go into the family room down there. Because of the way his shifts worked, he got a full seven days off in a row once a month and he often used that stretch of time to tackle a renovation or construction project. As she stripped to get ready for the shower, Carol wondered if he was building the library shelves that she had been asking for or, better yet, putting in the gas fireplace they'd always dreamed about. Carol pinned her hair high on her head, turned on the shower, and then sipped her wine while she waited for the water to heat up. She stepped under the warm water and let it caress her back and shoulders, relaxing under the spray. She loaded a mesh sponge with her favorite Angel's Mist body wash and slowly ran it over her soft curves as she reflected on the great relationship she had with Mike. They had met five years ago when they were both in their early thirties, and within six months, they decided to move in together. They had many things in common, but enough separate interests to keep things interesting and maintain a comfortable level of independence. Their sex life, passionate from the beginning, had only improved with time as they learned what the other liked, and what touches or strokes drove the other wild. The past few months, things had kicked up into an even higher gear as they began sharing their fantasies with each other; these shy confessions made while cuddled together on the couch always led to an explosive performance later in the bedroom. Thinking about Mike's ability to drive her insane with desire, Carol absently rubbed the sponge over her nipples, which had already puckered under the caress of the spraying water. She slid her hand down over her smooth abdomen, until it rested in the curls over her pubic bone, and she closer her eyes as a shiver rather through her. She stroked the soapy sponge between her thighs, shuddering as the mesh bumped and tugged her clit, which had begun to swell and peak out between her lips. She was just about to slip a finger between those slippery lips when the door opened and Mike's voice carried through the steam. "Are you almost done, honey? Dinner's just about ready." Carol startled guiltily, glad that Mike couldn't see her blushing furiously. "Umm....yes! Of course. I'll be right there!" She quickly rinsed the soap from her body, using all of her willpower to keep herself from directing the pulsating showerhead to where she most wanted to feel it. She rubbed herself briskly with a towel, and applied a generous amount of Angel's Mist body lotion over her long limbs, flanks, abdomen and chest, lingering briefly on her tight nipples. Deciding to forgo a bra and panties, she slipped into a simple short sundress that hugged her firm curves, with a skirt that flared and flounced high up around her long and limber thighs. Her face, flushed with the heat of the shower and her own arousal, didn't need any makeup. A quick brush through her damp golden locks, a touch of lip-gloss, and she was ready. She padded across the thick carpet of the hallway and eased her way into the kitchen, sliding her arms around Mike from behind as he worked at the counter. "Oh my," he said, leaning into her. "You feel" he wiggled back, "and smell" he sniffed, "and look" he said as he turned in her arms "absolutely amazing!" He kissed her warmly before taking her hand and leading her to the table, where he held out a chair for her. "Mademoiselle, please have a seat," he said with a mock flourish, and Carol gracefully slid into her chair. Mike tucked a napkin over her lap, 'accidentally' brushing against her breast as he did so, and he smiled when he saw her nipple harden in immediate response. Then he presented her with the wine bottle before dramatically pouring a full glass for her. Carol laughed at his pompousness, and took a generous sip of wine as he scurried about, serving both of them: grilled salmon, baby roasted potatoes done to melt-in-your mouth perfection, maple-glazed carrots, fresh crusty bread with creamy butter. They savored their meal, chatting companionably about nothing in particular, but Carol kept catching Mike gazing at her intently, that peculiar smile around the corners of his mouth. She chose not to say anything, just enjoying the moment. Mike kept her wine glass filled, and soon she sat back flushed with the effects of the great food and drink. "Mike, you really outdid yourself!" She sighed, sated and content. "Why thank you, my dear lady -- I'm glad you enjoyed it." He topped up her glass once again and kissed her on the cheek. "Mmmmm. You've got a bit of butter on your chin" he licked it off lasciviously. "Why don't you go clean that up a bit while I clear the table?" "But let me help you..." Carol started to say, intending to clear the table. "Shush! Do as you're told and run along," he turned her towards the bathroom and patted her bum. Carol rolled her eyes but obediently made her way to the facilities, taking time to brush her teeth and wash has her face before returning. When she opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the hallway, she was greeted by darkness, except for a solitary candle flickering in the dining room. She turned off the bathroom light and slowly made her way forward, one hand sliding along the wall. "Mike? Hun? What are you up...". Just at that moment, the candle was extinguished, and she was plunged into pitch darkness. She chuckled. "Mike, come on now. This is getting sil-...OHHH!" She squeaked as she felt him brush up behind her, her heart thumping even though she had half-expected him. He turned her towards him, and gently kissed her eyes, then her nose, then her mouth. "Carol, do you trust me?" "What? Of course, I trust you. What kind of question is that?" "Good. Because I wouldn't ever let anything or anyone hurt you, I hope you know that. You're so precious, Carol, and I love you very much." He was speaking very softly, but urgently. Carol smiled through her confusion. "And I love you, Mike, you know that." "Uh huh, I do. And so tonight...I want tonight to be very special for you," his voice had dropped to a whisper. Carol heard a soft rustling noise in the dark before she felt the blindfold lower over her eyes, and she stiffened slightly. Mike tightened the blindfold and fastened it behind her head. "Does that feel OK? Not too tight?" Carol's voice cracked with nervousness and anticipation as she whispered "It's fine. But what..." "Sssshhhh. Just relax. And enjoy." Mike took her hand and slowly led her forward across the floor. "Careful now. We're at the top of the basement stairs. Hold my hand and we'll go down one step at a time." Carol, feeling a bit light-headed and giddy from all the wine, gripped his fingers with one hand and the handrail with the other, feeling her way down the stairs. She relaxed her grip only when her toes sunk into the plush carpet of the family room. "Come this way." Mike took both of her hands and led her further into the room, before placing his hands on her shoulders to halt her movements. "Now stay right there," he ordered, as he brushed her lips with his. Carol stood still before him, shivering, but not from cold. She felt his hands slide up her bare thighs, and heard him chuckle as they rose higher under her dress and he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. "You minx, you! No wonder your ass looked so delectable in that dress." He let his fingers trail up between her thighs, but stopped just short of their joining, and she let out a small gasp of disappointment. She felt the skirt of her dress being lifted over her hips, and then the whole dress crept higher. "Lift your arms" he instructed, and she complied as he slipped the dress up and off of her body. "My goodness, no bra either, you naughty girl!" She heard the grin in his voice just as she felt his fingers grace the sides of her breasts briefly. She groaned as his touch stopped. "Now back up slowly" his voice came at her from the left, and he held her hand as she shuffled backwards. "That's it, careful!" he cautioned, when she bumped up against something that pressed against her backside. "Now sit up" Mike lifted her by the waist until she was sitting on some sort of padded seat, covered with a vinyl-type fabric that was cool against her skin. "Now turn sideways" he instructed, helping her straddle what now felt like a bench, her legs hanging down either side. "Mike, what is..." she started to ask. "Sssshhhh. No questions!" he said sharply. "Just trust me. Now I want you to lie back slowly." He held one arm behind her back and took her hand in his other hand, guiding her back until she was laying with her spine flat on the surface. He gently lifted her right leg until it was fully supported by an angled extension of the bench she had straddled. He repeated this with her other leg. By rolling her legs from side to side, Carol was able to determine that the platforms, or bench extensions, were just as wide as her thigh, but no more. They gave her legs full support, as long as she kept her legs in that position, spread wide. The large V between her legs was completely open, fully exposing her intimate centre. Carol shivered when she realized that Mike's secret construction project was a re-creation of something he had heard her describe as one of her longest-standing fantasies, something she had never seen herself in real life but had only imagined -- an X-shaped table on which she could be displayed comfortably but fully for the pleasure of those around her. She felt a flush of warmth move through her groin at the thought. Sure enough, Mike next positioned her arms along two upper angled bench extensions, so that she was spread in a large but comfortable X. There was even a comfortable pillow supporting the back of her neck. Her breathing became shallow as she imagined what she must look like. "Are you OK, Carol" Mike's voice came from the side. "Are you comfortable; because if you aren't, say so now...because you might be there a while." She could almost hear the grin in his voice. She couldn't find her voice and merely nodded. "Good." She felt his lips brush gently over hers, before he whispered in her ear. "Now remember, trust me. And if you ever want things to stop, just say 'Mike, stop', OK?" Again, Carol nodded, and shivered as she wondered what exactly he meant by 'things'. She heard the sounds of Velcro tearing, and a strap held her right wrist snuggly against the table. Her lips parted in a silent 'O' and her heart started to race in her chest at the images she conjured up in her mind. She remained silent as Mike moved around the table, tying down her other wrist and both ankles. She gasped when she felt another restraint pass snuggly across her ribcage, just under her full breasts. Wiggle as she might, she couldn't move her hands or legs more than an inch in any direction or even lift her shoulders off the table. She could raise her hips about six inches off the table if she arched her back and flexed her pelvis, and she heard Mike chuckle as she tested her range of motion. Mike's whisper reached her again, "God, Carol, you look incredible." She was aching to feel his touch, but he denied her. "Now, I want you to relax." He put a foam earplug in her left ear, and his voice became muffled. "I have to go upstairs for a bit, to greet our guests," he murmured in her right ear, just before slipping the other earplug in place and cutting off all sound. Carol tried to bolt upright at his words. "MIKE?" Silence. "Mike! MIKE? What do you mean, guests? What guests? WHAT GUESTS?" she shouted. More silence. Carol struggled for a moment, until she accepted that she was really and truly stuck and that he had left her alone. The enormity of her predicament hit her as she realized that Mike intended to fulfill the fantasy that she had whispered to him a few weeks before, an image that had haunted her since her late teens, and that she had never shared with anyone. She had no idea where that image had come from, and it had taken all of her courage just to whisper it to him during a night of shared passion. Never in her wildest dreams did she think it would ever be more than fantasy, and she shivered when she realized what was in store for her. She strained to hear any sounds that might give her a clue as to what was happening, but to no avail. She had no choice but to lay there, naked, exposed, and waiting for whatever Mike had planned. Lulled by the wine and her trust in Mike, her initial fear began to recede and she decided to enjoy the experience. Without sight or sound, she became hyper aware of the feelings coursing throughout her body. It wasn't cold in the basement, in fact it was pleasantly warm, but Mike had turned on an oscillating fan before he left. The periodic sweeping of air over her nude body felt almost like a silky stroke against her skin, and she began to tingle. The faint breeze caressed her thighs and heightened her awareness of the wetness that was beginning to form between her legs. She felt the vibrations of footsteps coming down the stairs before she heard anything, and she immediately tensed. Who was coming? How many were coming? Mike had said 'guests', what did that mean? What would they think when they saw her this way? These questions and others raced around her mind, but she admitted to herself that the unknown excited her beyond measure. While she couldn't hear distinct voices or specific words because of the earplugs, she could hear a general rumble of voices, punctuated by bursts of laughter. The sounds seemed to be coming from all sides of her. "My God," Carol thought to herself, "How many people are in the room with me?" A shiver ran through her body and she felt her nipples tighten at the thought of them all being able to see her. The muffled sound changed somewhat, and she realized that Mike must have turned on the stereo. A waft of something rich and spicy floated past her. He was serving food! He was actually throwing a party of sorts, and the guests were all milling around her! Carol had no idea how much time had passed since she first sensed that people had entered the room. She kept turning her head this way and that, trying to determine exactly where the sounds were coming from. As she squirmed on the table, she realized that she was unconsciously trying to squeeze her thighs together in response to the constant tingle there, and that only served to increase the moisture seeping from her. By now there was a small puddle forming underneath her. She felt a shock reverberate through the table as someone bumped into it and she gasped, her back arching instinctively. Her face flushed hot red as she realized how quickly her body had responded to the slightest hint of stimulation. Her response obviously wasn't missed by the other guests because she heard several loud hoots of laughter. She tensed as she sensed all eyes in the room turn towards her, and then ambient noise grew quieter. The mood in the room had shifted, and her heart began to beat wildly in her chest. She was holding her breath when she felt the first feather-light touch on her right breast. Two fingers (or was it three?) traced a wavy line down the slope of her breast, circling widely once around her nipple before trailing off of to the side. She exhaled sharply. It seemed like her entire being was stretching out to try to follow that single touch, when another caress began to move up her left leg. Starting at her ankle, something moved slowly, gently, but insistently up her inner leg, past her knee, along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her hips trembled as the touch moved higher, and she felt another drop of moisture ooze from her pussy. She cried out loud when the touch suddenly disappeared and she tried to raise her hips to resume the contact, but she was restrained by the strap across her body. She felt something warm and wet envelope her right index finger (a mouth?), just as a tongue begin to circle her left nipple. At the same time, soft lips melted against her mouth and she felt someone begin to nibble on her toes. It felt like another mouth was kissing its way along her right hipbone. In between, she felt trails of fire as fingers stroked her skin. Carol tried to identify the separate types of contact and count the number of people, but the sensations overwhelmed her and she lost herself to their touch. Her nipples ached as fingers and tongues stroked and tugged, urging them erect. Her hips danced on the table as hands trailed up and down her thighs, across her soft stomach, and even beneath her round buttocks. Every nerve ending was on fire, waiting for the next touch, and not knowing where it would be was driving her crazy. Low moans began deep in her throat as her body responded to each touch. She fell silent when a sudden rush of warm moist air fluttered against her groin. She felt arms reaching from either side of her, resting on her hips. Fingers dipped between her thighs to touch her labia, pulling the lips to either side. She trembled as the warm breath now flowed against her slit, wet and slippery with her own juices, and her clit twitched in anticipation. Her hands clenched and unclenched and her toes curled as she waited breathlessly for a touch at her very centre. She didn't have to wait long. Hands caressed her breasts and stroked her arms just as a tongue slid its way between her folds, squirming its way upwards along one side of her pussy. The tongue came to a firm point and it moved up and around her clit, passing wide, before sliding down the other side. Carol moaned in frustration, and tried to raise her hips higher. Still her clit was ignored, but she gasped in pleasure as she felt the tongue press into her opening, sinking into her pussy. Pure Pleasure Ch. 01 Random hands and fingers continued to stroke up and down her legs and arms, across her chest, over her breasts, as the tongue moved in and out of her. Carol tried to wiggle against it, to direct its attention higher, over her throbbing clit, but it refused to cooperate, choosing instead to thrust deep in and out of her. The mouth began to hum, sending vibrations along the tongue and into her pussy. Hands slid up her neck, along the sides of her face, and gently turned her head to one side. She felt something warm, long and hard rub against her cheek, and she inhaled the scent of male arousal. Her mouth opened of its own volition, seeking the cock that she knew was there, and she murmured in delight as the tip bumped against her lips before she sucked it in greedily. While her tongue swirled around the round head in her mouth, the fingers that had been tracing up and down her arms were replaced by cocks, and she felt drops of pre-cum spread along her arms as the cocks moved down towards her hands. She eagerly wrapped a hand around each of them, marveling at how alive but different they each felt, throbbing in her hands. Because her hands were restrained, she could not move them, but the cocks moved within her palms, stroking them, and she clenched and loosened her fingers around them. The tongue in her pussy withdrew, causing Carol to mewl in need. It was replaced with what felt like two or three fingers, sliding deep inside her. Other fingers spread her lips wide, and her whine turned into a guttural groan as a broad tongue slid from her pussy, along her slit, and over her clit, pushing her over the edge into a crashing orgasm. "Nnnnnnggggggg," she moaned incoherently around the cock in her mouth. Her back arched and her pelvis lifted of the table as wave after wave of pure pleasure rolled through her. She thrashed against the restraints and a flush of red heat spread across her chest as the aftershocks of her climax shuddered through her. Finally she collapsed back against the table, her chest heaving, and the cocks and tongue withdrew as they gave her time to catch her breath. Hands continued to stroke her gently, and a multitude of kisses fluttered over her body. Lips pressed against the inside of her knee, the curve of her shoulder, her temple, all warm and reassuring. Someone held a bottle of water to her mouth and she drank greedily, letting the water spill down her cheek onto the table below. As her breathing became less ragged, the tone of the kisses changed, becoming more playful, more insistent. Lips closed over both of her nipples, and soft suction tugged her nipples erect. Her eyes rolled backwards under the blindfold and bolts of electricity shot from her breasts down to her groin. Another pair of lips covered her mouth, a tongue parting her lips and darting inside, seeking hers. She kissed back passionately, her tongue dancing with the intruder, her lips rolling under those above her. Gentle hands stroked down her belly, over her mound, down her thighs, before sliding back up. Her pelvis instinctively lifted towards their touch, but the hands refused to cooperate. Instead, they ducked below her raised hips, cupping and kneading her round buttocks, pulling them apart and exposing her most secret place to all of those who cared to look. She felt a finger stroke the silky skin between her pussy and rosebud, and she shuddered at the intimate touch. The finger dipped into her slippery pussy, gathering moisture and pushing it back along her crevice. "Oooooohhhhh," she cried out as the slick finger drew lazy circles around her anus, teasing the sensitive rim. Just then she felt a head push its way between her thighs, and a tongue tentatively flicked across her clit before delving into her swollen lips, sliding up and down, tugging this way and that. Once again, Carol became lost in the sensations. She began to confuse the swirling tongues on her breasts with the tongue moving between her legs and it all became part of the same wonderful flow of feeling. Hands continued to move across her body, stroking each sensitive patch of skin. She felt the happy thumps of hard cocks as they bumped into her sides or slid across the soft skin of her belly, and she wiggled her hips invitingly, desperate to have one inside of her. The mouth that was kissing hers withdrew and someone tilted her head to the side again. She eagerly opened her lips, anticipating the salty-sweet taste of another warm cock. She gasped when the soft flesh pressed itself against her mouth -- not the hardness of a cock, but the firm swelling of a round breast! Carol moaned when she realized that another woman had been involved in pleasuring her. She hadn't yet shared that particular fantasy with Mike, and yet somehow he knew! She tentatively extended her tongue and moved it over the nipple before her, feeling it crinkle into hardness before she drew it into her mouth. She rolled her head back and forth, reveling in the feeling of the soft breast against her cheeks, even as other mouths played with her own breasts. Tightness began to build deep within her pelvis as her arousal grew. The feeling of hands, tongues, cocks, and breasts blended, moving her towards sensory overload. Primal sounds began to vibrate in her throat and a sensual wave tried to move through her body, rolling from her toes up through her hips, over her breasts and out her fingertips. She became frantic in her need for release. Then, as though someone had flipped a switch, all touches withdrew, leaving her on the brink of orgasm. "Noooooooo!" she howled. "Please....please!" she begged for release, rolling her head from side to side. Because of the earplugs, the only thing she could hear other than the soft mumble of the stereo was the thudding of her heart against her chest. Where did everybody go? They couldn't possibly leave her alone in this state, could they? She began to whimper in desperation. Just then, she felt the earplugs being withdrawn from her ears, and Mike's voice soft in her ear. "Ssssshhhh" he soothed her, as he drew the blindfold away from her eyes. She blinked in the dim light and saw him looking down tenderly at her as he bent to kiss her deeply. She latched on to him hungrily. As he continued to kiss her, he reached to undo the restraints, massaging the skin where she had pulled against them. He then gathered her in his arms and carried her to their bedroom, laying her back gently. She looked up at him mutely, not completely understanding, knowing only that she wanted him more than she ever had in her life. She reached for him and he flowed up over her, nestling his hips between her thighs. Carol cried out in pleasure as he buried himself in her with one long thrust, and she wrapped her legs around him to hold him there. He began to move, slowly at first, but so great was her need that Carol bucked up against him, urging him faster, deeper, harder. Looking down at her with eyes wide, smoldering with love and desire, Mike began to piston in and out of her clenching pussy. Carol gripped his shoulders tightly, raising her hips to drive him deeper, and her climax began to spill from her. "Oh my God, Mike!" she squealed. "Now...I'm ....cumming NOW!" Mike couldn't hold back any longer either. The excitement that had been building steadily within him for the last two hours exploded and the most intense orgasm of his life overtook him. "Carrrrrooooolllll" he cried. "Ohhhhh!" As their spasms passed, Mike collapsed against her, before rolling to the side and pulling her tight against him. For a few minutes, they snuggled against each other and caught their breaths. As she came down from her high, questions began flowing through Carol's mind. "What happened to everyone? Where'd they go?" Carol asked. "I sent them away," Mike replied softly, stroking her brow and pushing the sweaty hair off of her forehead. "But...I mean....just like that? Those cocks were so hard...the guys must be in agony! And that woman, she must have been so horny" Carol protested, feeling somewhat guilty. "I don't care. They knew what they were getting into. Tonight wasn't about them -- it was all about you, and they were OK with that. They were here purely for your pleasure." He grinned down at her. "Of course, for all I know they had a mini-orgy out on our lawn after they left the house. I hope they didn't shock the neighbors!" Carol chuckled. "Oh my goodness, can you imagine poor Mrs. Henderson next door seeing that. The sweet old lady would have a heart attack." "Nah....well, maybe," Mike conceded. "But even the Mrs. Henderson's of the world have their secret fantasies. Who knows, she may have gone to bed with a smile on her face!" "Mike!" Carol pretended to be shocked, but then she snuggled into his shoulder and played with the hairs on his chest. Impulsively she reached up and kissed his cheek. "Mike...thank you...for everything." "My pleasure, sweet Carol, my pleasure indeed." "And Mike?" Carol was suddenly shy and she looked at him from beneath lowered eyelashes. "What hun?" "Do you...ummmm...I mean...can...ummmm" she stammered. "Carol, what is it?" Mike suddenly sounded concerned. He touched her chin and lifted her gaze until it met his. "Don't be afraid to talk to me, sweetie." "Well...do you think that...next time...I mean...if there is a next time" she hesitated and then took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Do-you-think-that-next-time-we-could-let-them-stay-and-I-could-be-free-and-without-a-blindfold-and-we-could-all-play-together?" The words came tumbling out in a rush. Mike wiped the look of surprise off of this face just before Carol opened her eyes, and he replaced it with a huge grin. "Absolutely, honey, if and when you're ready, I think that would be so exciting!" Carol smiled back in relief, and snuggled happily into Mike's arms, dreaming about what the future might bring. * * * * * * Thank you, dear readers, for letting me share this story with you. As always, I appreciate your feedback, so please take the time vote or send along a comment!