0 comments/ 16937 views/ 0 favorites Dinner Interrupted By: jenyes **This was written on behalf of someone special to me and expresses one of her desires. I think she approves of it. :-)** The drive to dinner was uneventful until we hit the traffic lights in the city. It was stop, start the last couple of miles. Being a nice spring day, there was plenty of foot traffic as well and we both seemed to just drift off looking at the passersby. Catching you staring at one woman, I leaned over and slid my hand up your knee. "See something you like?" "What...? Oh, I..." Both of us laughing, knowing that we have always enjoyed looking and flirting around each other. My hand continued up, giving you a little squeeze to let you know it was ok with me. Your cock soft but still easy to find under your slacks and boxers. Feeling playful, I kept it there as you continued working the way through traffic. At the next light, a young woman crosses in front of us. She's dark haired, thin, pretty I think with long legs and a nice ass. Both of us watching as she strolls by, I feel your cock stir and thicken a bit in my hand. "Oh, do you like her?" My fingers tightening a bit, then lightly stroking you. "I think she's nice, and such a nice ass like yours." Halfway across, she turns to look into the car. Did she feel our eyes on her? Or sense our interest? Either way, she makes eye contact with me and I feel a blush rise up. Before I can react further, she's gone. "Well, seems I'm not the only one who finds her attractive." Its only then that I realize how flushed, and how much firmer my grip on you, I've become. I look over and see a twinkle in your eye. I smile, wondering if you knew or suspected of my attaction to girl/girl sex. How I've explored that side of myself and wanted to explore it with you. I give you wicked grin, and in the best innocent voice I can manage, "There's nothing wrong with me enjoying the sight of another pretty woman. Women really dress for other women anyway. Men could care less about the clothes and all that goes into getting ourselves presentable. All you want is to have your dick sucked and you could care less if we were in rags and ugly once all you can see if the top of our heads!" "Then you're just critiquing her clothes then eh?" A short chuckle accompanying his statement and before he can utter another word, we are interrupted by a car horn behind us. The light having changed several moments earlier. "No, that's not all I was looking at...," my sentence drifting to an end as you become fully erect under my palm. Surprised that you seem excited by my admission, I decide to take advantage and push it further. "I do think about what she looks like without clothes and what she might be like in bed." My fingers move along your shaft, making you shift your weight in the seat to become more comfortable and so you can enjoy it. Your cock straining against the fabic of your pants, I continue my teasing and testing. "And I suppose you were thinking of something different? Don't think I don't know that you would love to get a hot young thing like that in bed..." Before you can answer but after a short pause, I add in a low but clear articulated voice, "...with or without me. Just as I was doing." The sudden flash of shock in your facial features isn't lost on me, and I know that you heard me exactly. Your eyes dart over to see if I'm kidding or, and I can see your mind working around the 'can't be' concept, serious. To ensure you understand my intentions, my fingers pass along the confirmation directly to you. In those touches that have let you know for years in bed what I like and don't like. The rest of the trip is in silence. You mulling over the possibilities this short exchange might portend, while mine wonders if this might finally break that ice for us. To change thoughts into words, words into actions. Waiting for you to ask. Would I really? Then where would this lead us. Would I tell you all the things I want to try? The things I have tried? I want you to ask, so I can tell and we can do. Pulling into the restaurant parking lot, you take a space in the corner of the lot. You turn the car off but neither of us moves. Well, there's the movement of my hand but otherwise we remain still. Just as I'm thinking that you might let me just jerk you off into your pants, you face me. "I love how you touch my cock and I don't want you to stop. But we should if we're going to go in." Sensing another moment that requires another push from me, I don't stop. My hunger for food replaced by my hunger for something else. With my free hand, I reach over and unzip you instead. "What if you could have her hand on you instead of mine?" You don't answer but rather take in a gulp of air trying to decide whether to take that leap with me. I lower my voice, "Or what if I held it while she licked at the head?" My hand moving inside your open zipper and taking hold of you. Your cock is so hard I have a difficult time getting it out of your pants. But I get it out, and I'm jerking you as we sit, faces turned to each other. "Her pretty face, pretty young face, between your legs. Sucking you, while I watch. Then telling and showing her what you like." Precum is leaking out and making your cock slick in my fist. My pace increases. "And after you cum in her mouth...it will be my turn. To have her between my legs, licking me." Your eyes widen in surprise and sudden lust. Finally seeing into the first pages in the book of my hidden desires. Your cock throbbing in my hand, I feel your hand behind my head. Pulling me to your face. We kiss, deep and hot. My hand never stopping. Your tongue rough in my mouth. Knowing that I've given you approval to think and to do. To do, what I've wanted to do for so long. And my kiss makes certain that it will happen. I suck on your tongue. Loving the moan that it draws from you. Taking charge for the time being. Still in charge, I release your cock then your mouth. "Wait...why are you...?" My movements quick and certain, my panties pulled down and I'm in your lap. Your hand had replaced mine. Holding and jerking in the short seconds that it took me to ready. Before lowering onto you, I watch you fist yourself. You push to the right for more room so that the steering wheel is out of the way. This gives me the room I need and I ease down on your cock. It fills me, stretches me open, until I am seated fully upon it. Looking into your eyes. Knees on the seat as I straddle you, I lift and fall on your cock. My arms over your shoulders. Still in charge, I'm fucking you and you are sitting there, enjoying it for all its worth. Still uncertain whether I want what I just told you I desired. But now I know that all uncertainty will soon be gone and my fucking you is just the beginning of it. My mouth at your ear. "After you cum in me, we'll go look for her." I'm pushed up a bit as now your hips drive forward. A smile on my lips. "She works in that store on the corner where we saw her. Her name is Jenny." A moan fills the confined space of the car and I move faster. Squeezing you as I rise and fall. Feeling and hearing my wetness flowing over you. Your mouth at my throat, I lift my head and continue. "We can either take her back to our house, or rent a motel room. Her place it too far for tonight." Grunts now from both of us. Our sex hard and needful. I take your head with my hands so we again are looking into each other's face. "I want you to watch me with her, as I make her cum again and again. Then you can fuck her. I want to see you fuck her." Hot spurts of your cum shoot deep inside my pussy. I hear you groan out in your orgasm but I too intent upon my own to allow it to really enter my consciousness. All I know is that the warmth of your cum is mixing with my own liquid heat and spilling out of me as I continue to fuck you. As I near my peak, you words cut through the haze of my lust. "I want to see you lick her pussy...and to taste her on you...and you on her. The two of you together would make me cum just watching." This pushes me over and I cry out as I cum and cum and cum. After a few minutes, our panting is reduced to heavy breathing then finally to normal. I remain in your lap, soft kisses without words as we calm ourselves. You smile and I smile back at you. Wondering when should I tell you the rest of it. Dinner Interrupted When your world is tied neatly in a knot, should you untie it? Chapter 1 Its hard to believe it happened, but it did. Gary had told me on the phone during the day that he'd was having a rough one. OK, I thought, I'm a wife and his partner. I can make him feel better when it gets home. We'll have a dinner of things he likes, then I'll provide him with some fun he likes. I've always been a can-do girl and this was something I could easily do. It was warm so I planned dinner on our deck. It's quite private. Often in addition to dinner, we we'd start some of the fun out there. This would be one of those times after, or, if he wanted, during dinner. We'd either just stay out on the deck until we were exhausted or have dessert in the bedroom. Just to be sure I made sure everything was ready in both places. I considered my attire carefully. I wanted to be dressed so there would be something to work up to. I didn't want to be naked when he got home. If I did that, he might be put off, but more likely he'd just fuck me where I stood, then ask what was for dinner. Not that I'm complaining, I just wanted it to last longer tonight. Instead of having him find me totally naked fixing dinner, I thought I'd be a bit more demure. I selected a bra and panties set that were rather sheer. When he got my shirt off, he'd be able to see the color of my nipples through the bra. Likewise, when my shorts were off he'd have a good view of what lay beneath my panties. Starting there I added a casual, but low cut t-shirt and a pair of fairly short shorts. The t-shirt was a light blue and cut low enough that any woman with even the slightest cleavage would attract a man's eye. The tightness would reveal even the tiniest hardening of my nipples; sexy enough even a husband would notice. The navy shorts showed off my legs well, but were long enough that my cheeks weren't hanging out. They were tight enough, however, that they gave me a bit of a camel toe. Finally, I decided that I'd go barefoot. I think there's something about a barefoot wife that makes her appear submissive. Gary likes me to be submissive, though not all the time, but that's another story. Dinner would be simple, a couple of steaks from the freezer with classic trimmings would be the entree. I'd be the dessert. The whole plan was simple. He'd come in to find me barefoot in the kitchen. I'd make him a drink. We'd sit on the deck for a few minutes and talk. He'd change and I'd assign him to do the steaks on the grill. I'd get him a beer and we'd chat while he did the steaks. We'd eat and clean up. Through all of this I'd be making it clear that I was looking forward to having that hard prick of his stuck well up my pussy. I'd take him to the bedroom and let it happen. I fully expected that by the time I got to the bedroom, I'd be completely naked. There was some possibility that we'd never make it to the bedroom. As I said earlier it was possible that the deck would suffice for at least the first time around. By the time I expected Gary home, I had everything in place including a bit pit of perfume between my breasts and in other essential areas. Six fifteen or so the door opened. Gary said something like Hi, but he never got it out. A loud crashing and stamping accompanied by Gary shouting at someone telling them to get out. I started for the door, but was met by Gary being pushed into the kitchen by two men. I could see a woman trailing the group. Gary turned to try to hit one or both of his assailants, but they hit him again and again. I screamed for all I was worth, but Gary fell and lay still. I dropped to my knees to see how badly hurt he was. He was bleeding and groggy. I had no idea how badly hurt he might be. One of the guys grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet. "Shut up," he screamed. He backhanded me knocking me to the floor. I was so confused I stopped screaming and suddenly everything became quiet. "That's better," he said. "Now, lie flat on the floor spread eagle. Don't move and don't make any noise." He had some sort of handgun so I did what he told me to do. I was shaking so hard I was sure he'd get pissed off that I was making noise just trembling there on the floor. He ignored any noise my body was making trembling on the linoleum floor, but did keep looking in my direction as the two of them raised Gary and put him in one of our kitchen chairs. They had brought rope which they used to tie him to the chair. One of them told me to get on my hands and knees and crawl ahead of them as they carried Gary to the living room. They put him in one of the corners. I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the room trying to think of how I was going to get us out of this, even though I wasn't really sure what was going on. "Who are you," I stammered. "What are you doing here? What do you want?" The one came to where I was still on my hands and knees and told me to stand up. He sounded so very angry I obeyed as quickly as I could. As soon as I was on my feet he backhanded me again knocking me to the floor. I hit my head on the way down creating a cut on my forehead. I put my hand to my face and found blood coming from my mouth and from the cut on my head. I burst into tears. "Do you understand, 'Shut Up'," now," he yelled leaning down into my face. I nodded and said nothing further. "We are your worst nightmare, lady. You will do everything we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it. You got that? Just nod." I nodded, cringing afraid of another blow. "Now stand up." I stood. Fearful of being hit again I kept my head down. "You and I are going to find some rags and a pair of scissors," he hissed in my face. "Now move." I led him to the kitchen and offered a pair of kitchen scissors and some rags. "These should do fine. Now back to where your husband is." Again I led the way dripping blood on the floor and carpet. "Gag him," he said handing a rag of about the right size to me. Gary was still out of it, but seemed to be breathing OK. I took the rag and tied it fairly loosely around his mouth in the form of a gag. Observing that the gag was not especially tight he said, "That will be OK if everybody cooperates. If not, that gag will go inside his mouth and tight around his head. He could suffocate that way because I don't think he's breathing too well through his noise. You got that? Just nod." I nodded. "Take the scissors and cut all his clothes off," was the next command. I almost said 'What', but the thought of being backhanded again restrained me. I began cutting. It was very difficult to cut his clothes off while trying to avoid cutting him and cutting the rope. (I was so closely watched that I didn't dare cut the rope.) A gun to Gary's head made me submissive to each directive. I started with his shirt. It took quite a bit of time to reduce the shirt to rags and completely expose his upper body, but finally I had done it. "Keep going," he said nudging me with the pistol so hard that it was more like being pistol whipped. I looked at what was left and decided on the shoes and socks next. They went quickly requiring no cutting. I unfastened his belt and opened his pants. I was able to get him unzipped which isn't easy for a man who is sitting. I mouthed 'Can I speak'. "Quietly," he said. "If you will pull him up a bit, I can pull his pants down. Then you could untie one leg at a time and I can pull his pants off. That would be easier than cutting them off." They thought about it for a moment and agreed. Working together, we managed. As his ankles were being bound to the chair again, I looked at what I'd done. He now sat in the chair, still quite groggy, completely naked and securely bound. I wondered what he, or I or the both of us had done to deserve this. There was no option for asking, however, so I kept quiet and waited. "You will stay where we can see you at all times. Do you understand? Just nod." I nodded. I stared at Gary. He continued to come around for which I was grateful. He looked really sexy there trussed up. It reminded me of the times we'd done things like this before. At one party we'd had he'd been bound in a standing position and I'd been "forced" to give him a blow job because we'd lost a sporting bet. Another time we'd won a game or bet or something and Gary had made the female loser let him take off her shirt and bra and play with her tits. All of those were just in fun and each time everybody ended up screwing their spouse. Well, almost every time. This could have been something similar except for the violence. I began to wonder if things had just accidentally gotten out of hand. These guys looked too serious for that, though. They noticed me staring. "That's a pretty small prick," the one said. "Just nod if it gets bigger when it gets hard." I nodded. "Hold your hands apart to show me how big it gets." I held up my hands to indicate what I thought was about right. "That big enough for you," he asked sarcastically. I nodded, getting really nervous about where this was headed. "Get it hard. I want to see how big it gets." Gary was still out it and this wasn't exactly a sexual moment. I didn't know if I could do it. He saw my reluctance. "Put it in your mouth and suck it good," he told me pushing me toward him. He forced me to my knees by pushing down on my shoulders. I knelt and quite willingly took Gary in my mouth. I love to give him blow jobs. It gets him so hot and when he comes, he says it's a great orgasm. He always kisses me even when I have his cum in my mouth. So I sucked. I felt him getting hard as I sucked and stroked. When he was hard, I stopped and lifted my head. I pointed to it. "Not bad," the one said. "I want you to keep him hard so if you see that he's not hard, you suck him until he's good and hard." Strange, I thought, but nodded. I stood and looked around questioningly. The other one came around behind me and turned me toward Gary. He didn't say anything, but started to rub my breasts, more specifically he began to rub and pull at my nipples. I watched Gary's cock as he did. Gary watched my tits. He stayed hard. The one behind me now unfastened my shorts and pulled my shirt up. Chapter 2 This was beginning to remind me of a time when a couple who had lost at cards, poker, I believe, didn't have the cash to pay up. Matt and his wife, Connie, were told they would be let off the hook if she could make him cum without ever touching his cock. They gave her fifteen minutes. She could do anything she wanted, anything at all. She had been very inventive. There was a good bit of cash involved, but I got the distinct impression that the challenge was more important than the money.. She began by having one of the wives undress him. The girl she selected to do the honors was one she knew her husband continually undressed with his eyes whenever the two of them met. Their infatuation was obvious to everyone. They enjoyed teasing each other with hyper-suggestive comments. He would lean over to look down the shirt she was wearing and she would pull it down a bit affording a better view. It had gotten old after a while, but they kept it up (so to speak) obviously because they enjoyed the sexual tension. It could have ended right there with Connie telling the Laura just to fuck him, but she was more game than that. It would have been too easy. "Laura, please remove Matt's shirt," she'd asked. As expected Laura made much of her assignment executing it so as to create a huge bulge in Matt's pants. Connie called attention to the bulge. "I can see that Matt is showing a great deal of interest in Laura's effort," she commented pointing out the bulge. "Laura, would you check and make sure that bulge is what we think it is. I'd hate for him to have a fast growing tumor there I didn't know about." Laura had obliged quite willingly rubbing the front of his pants with great enthusiasm. With this she added noticeably to the bulge. She took extra time detailing each finding. "I think it's his cock," she'd said turning to the amused onlookers, "but I'll check further." Starting at the head she said, "This appears to be the head of his cock. If I maneuver it I can feel where the shaft starts. If you look, you can see the outline." She held it tightly so as to produce an outline which, standing aside, she was able to demonstrate to everyone." Matt groaned during the process. "Can you feel his balls," Connie had asked casually. "Let me see," Laura replied. Sure enough she found his balls and demonstrated their existence for everyone. She held on to them as she looked at Connie for the next assignment. "Thank you," Connie said. "As convincing as that was, I would really like to see for myself as I expect everyone else would." She turned to the audience and got complete agreement, at least from the women. The guys were snickering and offering to change places with Matt. At that point I'd noticed a bulge in Gary's pants so I felt obliged to investigate it while Connie was looking into the origin of Matt's. It certainly did get larger as I explored it closely. Gary began to squirm. "Laura, I think you should remove his pants so we can be sure that its not some sort of a problem that needs looking after." This remark drew support from the women one of whom said that she was almost certain it was a problem that would need looking after. Laura, with much relish, began to remove his pants. The belt unbuckled, pants unfastened, zipper unzipped, the pants fell to the floor. His low slung, camo print underwear showed a small dark spot. "Stop a minute, Laura," Connie said suddenly. Laura had finished getting the pants away from his feet and tossed them to one side. She had stood and begun pulling the underwear down. Now she was working in slow motion, her hips in a stripper beat. Connie had waited until his cock began to show. It was hard as a rock. Everyone was waiting to see it pop out. During this time I had unzipped Gary and worked his cock out. It stood straight up. Without looking at it or him, I was slowly stroking it. "I'm afraid there could be a problem if he suddenly shoots something from that big gun he has in his pants," Connie continued. "It could cause great damage to that nice dress you're wearing. Please remove the dress." Laura was quite startled and began to complain. Connie turned to us, "I get to use anything I can think of," she said reminding all of us of the rules we had crafted. We quickly agreed loving the direction all of this was going. She'd then looked at me and said, "Let me know if you need any help with that." The others looked around. I made no move to stop, but instead continued to stroke in slow motion. "You know," I'd replied, "I might get very tired and need some help. Check with me after a bit." Gary moaned at the lovely thought. Connie turned back to Laura. "Come on," she'd said, "time's a wasting." Gamely Laura unzipped her dress and let it fall forward. She caught it and stepped free. She draped it on a chair. Without being asked she kicked off her shoes. Her bra, a half slip, and panties, faintly visible under the half slip, were now what covered Laura. "Oh, my," Connie feigned a gasp. "I had no idea you'd be wearing underwear," Connie said trying (and failing) to stammer. We laughed. I took advantage of the moment and quickly licked the per-cum off Gary's dick. "You need to remove that as well," Connie finished. "No, no," Laura had said. I was a bit surprised to see that she'd resumed her place near Matt and had her hands on the waist band as though ready to remove his underwear. Connie had only to turn to us. "Absolutely," we'd agreed. "You need to do what Connie says." Gamely she'd first lowered her slip and stepped out of it. Matt was following everything from his excellent vantage point. I think he might have been drooling. Laura was obviously conflicted about the next step. Matt hissed, "Your bra." She looked at him and regained her confidence. She stood straight and pushed her breasts against his chest. Looking straight into his eyes she released the clasp then stepped back allowing the bra to fall between them. She kicked it away. Still standing directly in front of Matt she took the waist band of her panties in either hand and performed a sort of courtesy moving almost straight down taking her panties with her. In that position, she had a bit of difficulty getting the panties completely off, but when completed she took advantage of her closeness to Matt and slowly stood letting her breasts slide along his body until finally, fully upright, they pressed, naked against his chest. Looking into Matt's eyes as she pressed against Connie's husband she said to Connie, "Are we ready for those camo Speeds?" Connie gulped, "Sure. Take 'em off." Bending only at the knees Laura brought the camo's down. As his cock sprang out she briefly caught it in her mouth, sucked it in, then continued toward the floor letting the cock spring from her mouth. I felt Gary's cock twitch violently. Warm cum covered my hand. I continued slow stroking. Gary moaned. Others looked and smiled. Someone tossed me a napkin. "Put his cock back in your mouth." I could tell Connie's mouth was dry as she instructed Laura. Obediently Laura took Matt in her mouth. He bent just enough to firmly grasp her breasts. I could see his hands moving as he squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples. It took less than a minute from there. Laura let some drip from her mouth to show the crowd, then swallowed the rest. She worked him expertly until she let it slide from her mouth. Cum flowed with it. As Matt collapsed on a chair, we applauded. "More," some demanded. "I'll finish him at home," Connie said. She then knelt in front of Matt and took him in her mouth. I took Gary in my mouth. Cue applause and fade. Chapter 3 It wasn't the same here. We certainly weren't among friends. The blood was no longer dripping but I still hurt. My mouth was swollen and I expected that my cheeks were bruised. I looked at my captors hoping to be able to describe them if I actually got out of this strange nightmare. They were both dressed in SWAT type get-up; black baggy cargo pants, heavy black long-sleeved shirts, and combat style boots. Dressed this way they were too similar to tell apart. Same height, "about 5' 10"", and same build. If asked, all I could say about how they looked was "very appealing". What would the police think if I told them that their build was "very appealing"? I better come up with something else, I thought. Perhaps "muscular" would do. I would also have to tell them that one was extremely good looking while the other was just good looking. I had to stop thinking of them as "one" and "two". They needed names. I looked at the two men. The more handsome, I'd call Pierce. The other, craggier one, Daniel. They seemed to want to think of themselves as James Bond characters, so I decided to give them Bond-type names. So here it was, two guys and a woman I'd never seen before had burst into my house pushing my husband ahead of them and knocking him to the floor unconscious. They forced me to stand in front of my now naked and bound husband with one of them pulling my shirt up having already unfastened my shorts. No, this wasn't the same fun and games we played with our friends. "Daniel" was playing with my breasts. At some of our more interesting parties I'd had other men play with me this way, but this wasn't at a party. And I wasn't being asked for permission. I was facing Gary. I watched his cock as I had been instructed. It stayed hard as he watched Daniel run his hands over my bare belly. He pulled the shirt up more. Slowly he uncovered my bra, but stopped at that point. He rubbed my belly again. He slid his hand into my panties. Once inside the elastic he slid his hand further down along my muff. I jumped back almost impaling myself on his hard cock. Dinner Interrupted My action only served to have him push harder both from behind and in front. I could feel his fingers searching for my clit. When he found it, he circled it at first gently then slowly he increased the pressure. My mouth opened. My breathing increased. Keeping a finger on my clit, he inserted another and began to slide it in and out even as he continued rubbing my clit. My breathing betrayed me. "You're a really hot slut, aren't you," he whispered though it was loud enough for the other two men to hear. I shook my head violently. "Sure you are," he retorted in that same whisper. His hand left my pussy. He unzipped me and pushed my shorts and panties down together. He left them just above my knees. Just enough to uncover me. I almost freaked out being exposed in front of these men and that strange, silent woman. I twisted, but he held me in place and whispered, "Don't. You don't want any more blood on your carpet. I stopped and felt his hand creep slowly back toward my pussy. My belly quivered as his hand crossed it. He again searched for and found my clit. Then using the other hand he pulled my lips apart. I felt even more naked now than before. I moved again. "Don't," he said threateningly. I stopped, but my body continued to tremble. Pierce took a step toward me. "Turn her this way so he can watch," he said to Daniel. Daniel turned me a bit so I was more in profile to Gary. Pierce knelt and began licking my clit as he inserted two fingers in my pussy. I watched Gary's cock. It twitched. A dollop of cum appeared. He was really getting off on this! Now the woman pulled a chair up alongside Gary and took his cock in her hand. She began rubbing it. Leaning over she licked off the droplet of cum. She continued to stroke and another droplet appeared. She watched intently while I was being licked continuing her slow masturbation of my husband. I felt Daniel's hand at my back, then my bra gave way. He pulled my shirt and bra up, but not off. Now my breasts were obscenely on display with my bra and shirt above them almost at my chin. Pierce continued to lick. I felt like some slave for sale. Daniel began to focus on my oversensitive and hard nipples, stroking and pinching. The woman picked up speed stroking Gary's cock so hard and fast that it might have been painful. With two men working on my most sensitive spots I was on the verge myself when cum shot from Gary's cock. The woman kept stroking, but slowed. Watching another woman make my husband cum, I began to pant as orgasms washed over and through me. My knees began to buckle. Pierce and Daniel caught me as I crumpled and let me down to the floor. "Spread your legs, honey," Daniel whispered, "We're going to fuck you now." My pussy clamped at the thought. My god, I needed to be fucked. I was about to be raped and I couldn't wait. As I described them earlier, when they had burst in, they were both dressed in black, head to toe though their faces were not covered. They looked as though they'd copied their dress from some SWAT movie. Cargo pants complemented their black shirts. Both items were baggy with many pockets that had flaps and zippers. Amusingly, if one can be amused at a time like this, their pockets seemed to be empty. No extra ammo or stun-guns or the other necessary items a well-dressed SWAT guy carries. They had their pistols and, on their belts, holsters for the pistols. That was about it. Those baggy clothes hinted at muscular men, but it was only a hint. Now I could see that they were going to let me see those muscles as they both began to strip. They started with their boots. I was a bit surprised at how quickly they unlaced them and kicked them to the side of the room. Pants followed. These were laid aside with a bit more care. Perhaps there was something in them that they needed to be careful about. Explosives, I wondered. I was no longer quivering from the orgasms I'd had. I rolled onto my side to get a better view as the pants gave way to, another surprise, bikini cut underwear. Wow, did it look good on those hard buns. In the front they were really well filled out. Their cocks were in clear relief as each cock struggled to free itself. I felt myself starting to pant again. The look from Pierce was clear. Be patient, it said, you're going to like it when you get it. I stared at the bulges wantonly. I no longer cared what they thought of me. Returning my stare, Pierce stripped off his shirt. He let me look at him in his black undershirt and bikini underwear. I looked over at Daniel. It was almost the same. T-shirt and bikini, muscles and the clear outline of a cock meant for me. I looked back at Pierce. When he caught my eye, he pulled his shirt off. Daniel followed. Both then removed their bikinis. I was sure my breathing gave away those thoughts running through my head, but ending in my pussy. Both had fine cocks. Pierce was much like my husband, the kind of cock that could give a lady a lot of pleasure, not too big, but definitely not small. Daniel's cock was noticeable for the veins which stood out making it look almost like the ribbed condoms I'd seen. Neither seemed to have any tattoos. Pierce had several small moles on his chest just below his left nipple. Daniel had a scar on his right shoulder that, I fantasied, came from a bullet fired by a cuckold husband whom he left defeated on the floor while he finished with the cuckold's wife. I looked again at three cocks. All three had their minor differences, but each appeared more than adequate, especially right now. I squirmed. The carpet on my ass felt like the callused hand of a burly farm worker. I squirmed again. Daniel turned and stood over me. He held his cock and looked down at me as though to show me what was coming. He released his cock and leaned down. He put his hands on the floor just behind my head. His cock was only inches from my face. He smelled of sweat and sex. He took hold of my shirt and pulled it over my head. My bra was next. It's loss left me lying naked on the floor, legs spread waiting to be fucked. Through all of this the woman continued the slow masturbation of my husband. She was still dressed and, strangely, was dressed in sharp contrast to the SWAT boys. She wore a halter top and skinny jeans. Her bare midriff and coral halter stood in sharp contrast to the no nonsense dress of the men. As she masturbated Gary she kept her gaze on me. It was an unquestionably sultry gaze. I felt incredibly awkward having her look so wantonly at my naked body. It was made worse knowing that she would be stroking my husband while these men fucked me. Would she make sure Gary climaxed as these men pounded their cocks into me? When it came time to describe her to the police, she would be easy. Pretty, oval face, little, if any, makeup, about my height, 5' 6" would do for a start. Short brunette hair, long eyelashes. She wore sandals. Her fingernails and toes were manicured and painted to match her coral top. Though she had a 'tramp stamp', she had no other markings I could see. Her coral halter top covered what seemed to be nicely sized breasts. I'd had a girlfriend named Sue that I'd gotten very intimate with as a teen so I decided to call this one Sue. It certainly looked as though this Sue was offering a more advanced, adult intimacy than my friend Sue had. This was going to be offered not just to the men, I thought, but to me as well. It was a naughty thought. I put it away quickly, but the rush that accompanied the thought did not leave. It lingered in my pussy. Pierce turned to her and told her to disrobe. Actually what he said, as best as I can recall was, "OK, babe, it's time for you to do your number." At first I was afraid she was going to do something to me and I was pretty vulnerable at that point -- lying on the carpet, legs spread and all. As it was she let go of Gary, licked her fingers and began what I could only call a striptease. There was no music, of course, nor did she need any. She stood where she was the center of everyone's attention. She slowly ran her hands over the outside of her tight halter top playing with her breasts, teasing her nipples. This went on for several minutes quietly and very erotically. I couldn't take my eyes off her, nor could anyone else. She opened her jeans. Her movements were slow, sparse, and erotic. She unzipped and with exaggeratedly erotic motions opened her jeans. Her panties were the same coral hue as her top. They were plain nylon without lace, but cut in a bikini style, just like the boys. With her jeans open she was showing those coral panties and much of her belly. She ran her hand inside the panties. We watched as she stroked herself. Her breathing quickened. She made eye contact with the men, then with me, then pointedly looked down at what she was doing to herself. I'd never had a woman do anything sexual to me, but I wanted her to. I wanted to feel her fingers working across my belly, pulling at my nipples, massaging my clit, penetrating my pussy. Men could be so crass, so insistent. They never wait to find out what you want. They just go ahead and get what they want. If you're lucky, you're able to get something for yourself. Sometimes as his cock is wilting, you can coax a climax or two, but its iffy. I wondered if a woman would be different. I looked at my two captors who were watching her intently, their cocks stiff. Each of them held themselves as though holding a weapon, ready for combat. I suspected that Gary would have been holding his at the ready as well if he had not been tied. I glanced at him. He was still hard. He watched intently. They watched her massage herself, but ignored me lying on the floor almost writhing with desire. How weird is that? She continued massaging herself for several minutes before she tugged down her jeans and stepped clear of them. Carefully she folded them. Each step in the process seemed elaborately designed to maintain or increase the sexual tension. With the jeans neatly folded she stood in the middle of the room. She was still looking straight ahead. Her olive skin set off the coral she wore. Long, trim legs disappeared into the panties at that point men longed for. Her smooth skin and bare midriff invited the imagination to picture what the halter hid. She may have stood unmoving for only a minute, but it seemed like an hour. No one spoke. Maybe no one breathed. Her head turned slightly to engage Pierce. That same sultry look I'd received. She only allowed him to look. Nothing in her gaze gave him permission for anything else. He stroked himself. A droplet fell. I saw Daniel stop breathing when she looked at him. He looked passionately at her, but did not move. Still moving only her head and that only slightly she looked at me. A movement of her head commanded me to stand. Without a spoken word she brought me to her. She wanted me to be the one to finish unveiling her. Holding my breath I carefully lifted the one piece halter revealing her breasts. I dared to touch them as I lifted the halter over her head. Laying it aside I touched her again. Her nipples were dark, but several shades lighter than the circles on her breasts from which they sprung. I touched them. They hardened. I ran my hands over smooth skin of her breasts. I lightly pinched and pulled at her nipples. I could feel her eyes following my every move, but her body remain almost motionless. I continued exploring her breasts then dared to touch her lips and cheeks. My fingers were no longer taking commands from my brain. They moved on their own down her body leaving a trail of quivering skin. They encountered her panties. Around her body following the silkiness of her panties they searched and explored. She reacted with a gentle sigh when my fingers left the panties and found her shoulders. They moved down her back. When they encountered the panties again, they still refrained from entering, but caressed her from the outside. Returning to her belly my fingers were met by her hand. She placed my fingers on that hallowed place where her long legs came together. The coral nylon was dark with moisture. My fingers took her cue and found her sensitive parts. When her breathing told me she was ready, I pulled her panties down to give me unobstructed access to the place exuding the moisture. She and I removed the panties. She stood naked. Droplets hung on the curls framing her opening. I touched her nipples again. She offered them to my mouth. I took them feeling their hardness and excitement with my tongue. She put her hands on my shoulders. I was well beyond anywhere I had ever been with a woman, but she was asking for more. I looked in her eyes. She wanted me to do it for her. I allowed her to have me kneel. A movement of her hip put her at my lips. I opened my mouth sucking in her fragrance. With my lips I found the little nub. Holding it tightly with my lips, I began licking it. For several minutes there was nothing. Then the first sound I had heard from her. Just a sound. Several more became the only sounds in the room. Suddenly she grabbed my head and jammed her hips into my face. It was accompanied by a series of screams. Her hips kept up the motion while the screams died away. In the quiet that followed she lifted me by the chin and brought our faces together. "Thank you," she whispered so quietly I wasn't sure I had heard it or she had just mouthed it. She brought our mouths together. I knew I was dripping. She looked very closely into my eyes and holding my wrist she brought me to where Gary sat. He was still hard, but a small puddle of cum had accumulated at the base of his cock and on his balls. She placed my hand on his prick. I took it willingly. She stepped over my outstretched hand and positioned herself over his prick. She began lowering herself. I found her warm entrance and held Gary in place as she finished lowering herself pushing him inside. She wriggled in place slightly and let out a quiet sigh. The gag was still in place as she took hold of it and pulled it down. He breathed deeply. She took one of her breasts and placed the nipple in Gary's mouth. As he sucked, she began moving slowly. I went to Pierce. "Please," I said and lay down in front of him. I spread my legs. Initially he was still watching Sue as she used Gary. I looked into Pierce's eyes as he slowly knelt between my legs. He was still watching her. Then, as if noticing me for the first time, he began stroking my breasts. He sucked both nipples until I was delirious. I closed my eyes hoping for what I really needed. I opened them as I felt his cock enter me. He entered slowly, but seemed to lose control. Within two strokes it was like having a pile driver in me. I wrapped my legs around him and let my orgasms flow. I was so filled with pleasure I didn't notice that Daniel had replaced Pierce until I opened my eyes sometime later to find Daniel collapsed on top of me. Gary was still being used slowly. Occasionally I could see his eyes as she moved this way or that. His eyes were focused on my body and the man lying on top of me. When we finally made eye contact, he exploded inside her. She kept up her fucking him until she, herself, let out a small cry and fell forward on Gary. We all lay quietly for some time. She finally rose. Gary's cock fell limply from her as she stood. She came to where I lay, Daniel still on top. Using her foot as a command rather than as a weapon, she made him roll off. Holding out her hand was enough for me. I knew what she needed from me. I knelt in front of her and tasted Gary as he dripped from her until I was able to satisfy her again. I had always loved tasting Gary, but this was entirely new and special. When I looked around, the men had dressed. She picked up her clothing and handed it to me. She kissed me again and left, naked, with the two men. I turned to Gary. He was watching intently as he had all evening. I went to him, knelt again and removed all of her presence from his cock. I sat on him as she had allowing him to feel my warmth where hers had been. I moved slowly as she had and allowed Gary to suck my nipples. He came yet again. When I felt him wilt inside me, I stood and pressed my body against his mouth. I held his head while he satisfied me with his tongue. * Please comment and vote. Does the story go on?