0 comments/ 24115 views/ 1 favorites The Showing By: myalterego Although I hadn't really been thinking about buying another house so soon after my divorce, there was a place for sale that kept catching my eye every morning as I drove to work. It was a fixer-upper, but had loads of charm and I began wondering if it was just what I needed to keep my hands, and my mind, busy. I slowed down enough one morning to scribble down the agents info listed on the sign out front and gave him a call later that afternoon. Well, Joe sounded like your typical retired curmudgeon-turned-realtor, but after he rattled on about his hectic schedule and gave me his pitch on the house I set up a time to view it that evening. The house looked so welcoming as I rolled up on it after work that day. The sun was setting earlier now as fall set in and the crisp air filled my lungs as I exiting my car and strolled across the lawn. As I approached the front door I could see it was slightly ajar. I figured Joe was just inside but I decided I'd better knock first. The door quickly swung open after my light rap on it and I nearly fell off the porch as I was greeted by a beautiful young woman. Quite a departure from the crusty old man I was expecting to find. She thrust her card into my hand and explained that she was Joe's associate, Cari. And with her bubbly personality and smart new suit she just reeked of the eager new Realtor. Joe had been tied up with some clients and had asked her to meet with me, she explained. She asked if this was OK as she invited me in and shook my hand. Of course I didn't mind I said, the feel of her assertive handshake and her soft sweaty palm pressed against mine making me forget all about Joe. Now in the light in the middle of the living room I noticed a sexy red tint in her dark hair. And how it was set off by the green in her conservative, yet sexy green suit. The well tailored outfit hugging her in just the right places. The skirt short enough to get my attention by showing off her stockinged thighs without looking cheap. We started to move through the house. I immediately felt at ease with her as she ushered me from room to room pointing out all the finer details.. her hand sometimes lingering over my back as we passed down a hall or through a door way. The house had been vacated by the current owners, but was still filled with some larger pieces of furniture. So it looked sparse and neat, yet still lived in. Standing in the kitchen I watched as she pressed herself against the countertop. Reaching up to open one of the higher cabinets, her top raised enough to give me a glimpse of her trim exposed waist. My eyes became fixed on her full round ass... the skirt stretching beautifully around the curves. I was awakened from my daydream when I heard her direct a loud "ahem" my way. Realizing I had been caught staring like an old man leering at little girls in the park I slowly looked up. I was expecting to be admonished from the house but was instead greeted by a wink and a seductive grin. "I was pointing out the new hardware on these cabinets, but I see you might be more interested in something else" she said with a giggle. My face was surely as red as a beet at this point and I was speechless. She broke the awkwardness by suggesting we take a look at the rest of the house. The seduction seemingly continued as she guided me into the master bedroom on the first floor. She opened the large, walk-in closet and leaned in. She beckoned me over and I stood close to her, peering in with her. I felt her arm slip around me as we admired the spaciousness of the closet. I took her cue and placed my hand on her back. She slipped in front of me and leaned her head back on my shoulder. Her ass wiggling ever so gently against my crotch. My hand circling her waist, drawing her closer. Her head tilted to the right exposing her succulent neck to my lips. A quiet moan escaped her as I began kissing, nibbling on her. She pressed back tighter to me as my hands moved up and down over her chest, my hand floating over her more than ample breasts. Turning her head... her soft full lips finding mine. Such hungry urgent kisses. My fingers fumbling with the buttons on her top. My heart pounding so hard I knew she could feel it. I was waiting for her to tell me to stop as I worked one button free after another, but her passionate whispers only encouraged me further. Something about being in a strange house with such a seductive woman had really lit my fire. And at this point I could think of nothing other than how badly I wanted to take her right there in these other peoples bedroom. I felt her tongue force its way into my mouth as I undid the last button. Another sign for me to continue... I could tell the sensual energy was building between us to even greater levels. The desire.. the want... the need. I pulled the green jacket back off her shoulders. I dragged my lips from hers, leaving her gasping as I kissed down her neck and onto her bare shoulder. Letting the jacket fall to the floor... my hands moving up to caress those prominent breasts... just the thin fabric of her lacy bra separating her swollen nipples from my teasing fingers. As I filled my palms with her firm, round breasts I could feel her reaching back between us.. her hand roaming lower. She quickly found the swelling beneath my jeans and gave it a good squeeze. My mind flashed back to the handshake she greeted me with at the door... and I couldn't help but be delighted that my sexy new Realtor was now gripping my cock. While her fingers began to fumble with my zipper I slipped the thin bra straps from her shoulders... leaving them bare for my lips to caress. Peeling the lace from her breasts.. exposing her awakened nipples to teasing fingertips. Her quiet moans breaking the silence of the nearly empty house. As she worked me free of my constraining pants she began to turn. Facing me.. her lips meeting mine in another explosive kiss. Our tongues pushing deep into each others mouths... seeming to beg for just a little bit more. My hands on her hips.. her lower back.. tugging at her skirt. She loosens her grasp on my now fully erect cock and slides her hands up to my chest. Our deep kiss is quickly interrupted as she gives me a hard, unexpected push... I fall back onto her clients bed with a bounce. She stands above me... giving her ass a sexy wiggle as she drops her tight green skirt to the floor. An evil grin on her face as she looks down at my cock standing tall and ready. I return her smile as she slithers onto the bed with me. I swear my cock continued to grow as I became even more aware of my new friend's aggressiveness. I could feel her breasts gliding ever so lightly up my thighs as she positioned herself between my legs. Gripping my cock near the thick base, her eyes meeting mine. With a giggle she asks.. "so how do you like the bedroom"?.. her hand now gliding up and down my shaft. Before I could breath out an answer she took me in her mouth... sinking all the way down over my cock... swallowing every inch in one motion. Her warm, wet mouth consuming me.. all I could manage was a long deep moan in response.. as she slowly pulled her lips from my throbbing member she asked again.."yes, you like it"? Looking up at me... her tongue wagging against the underside of my head as she waited for my answer. "Oh my god, yes" I moaned out.. "I love it" Satisfied with my reply, she lowered her soft mouth over me again. Long slow strokes developing into quick hungry sucks. Her hand pumping me as her lips moved up and down my pulsing shaft. I came so close to unloading right there as I watched her fresh, young face bobbing over my lap... eagerly filling her mouth with my cock. She sensed my arousal and slowed her pace... prolonging the pleasure. I let my fingers tangle in her tousled hair as she lavished my balls with tantalizing passes of her tongue... looking down across the horizon of her raised ass... her tiny panties hugging the curve of each cheek. I let my fingers glide through her silky hair and onto her shoulders as I sat up and leaned to the side. My hands slide down her sexy back while she continued to cover me with licks and kisses. Reaching almost as far as I could from that position I pushed the elastic string waist of her panties off one hip... then the other. My fingers trailing across her milky skin... admiring how smooth and soft it was. My heart began to pound once again as I realized I was removing the panties of a sexy young woman in a strangers bedroom. I pushed the fabric off her ass.. she lifted her mouth from me... her hands joining mine... urgently removing her well moistened undies. As we freed her of her panties she pushed me down to the bed once again... quickly moving over top of me.. positioning herself above my face. I welcomed her assertive behavior.. she left no questions as to what she wanted from me. I was being seduced by this much younger woman... I was loving it. Her talents far exceeded her years and I was quick to fall under her spell. She thrust her hips even closer to my face and pushed her fingers through my hair.. urging me closer. My hands on her ass... my tongue reaching out. Her sweet scent drawing me in... wanting to taste. Those luscious, pink lips just an inch from my mouth. Swollen, glistening.. the tip of my tongue begins to trace around them. My grip on her ass cheeks tightening... those delicious juices flowing across my lips as I press closer. Her smooth pussy sliding over my mouth As she bore down on me the weight of her body pressed her freshly shaved lips over my mouth. My tongue had nowhere to go but up into her hole which was sweet with her creamy nectar. I licked at it hungrily... dipping my tongue up inside as deep as I could. Her full labia nearly smothering me with their softness... her pubic bone grinding against my nose. With one hand on head and the other reaching back to tug on my cock, she was riding my face like a girl taking her faithful stead for a gallop. Her hips moving rhythmically, giving me taste after taste of her pretty, pink pussy. Pulling her fingers from my hair.. moving to her gyrating body. The heal of her hand resting on neatly trimmed patch of hair topping her mound... her slender fingers parting her lips for me as she rose up. Exposing her swollen clit to my anxious tongue. I heard her command 'Lick it' through clenched teeth, but my tongue was already there... dancing over her hard little pearl peeking out from under its hood. I could feel her stroking my cock with much more vigor as I placed my lips to her... drawing her throbbing little bud into my mouth. Her body moving erratically over me I could tell she was almost there... Craving her cum so badly now I kept up my oral attack on her clit... knowing that soon I would feel her release that warm gush of cream across my lips. With a stream of obscenities leaving her mouth between the moans of pleasure, she treated me to the sweetest river of girlcum I had ever tasted. After covering my face with another torrential orgasm... she pulled her dripping pussy away from my lips. Quickly moving down my body.. her hand not letting go of my now aching cock. Without so much as a hesitation she positioned herself over my throbbing cock and sunk down onto it... her cum-drenched hole enveloping my engorged shaft. Her body crashing into mine as she slide me in deep with one motion. She begin to move.. her hips moving so seductively at first.. steadying herself with her hands on my chest... feeding my cock into her pussy with long fluid movements. Gradually picking up speed and momentum until see was once again riding me hard like an equestrian racing for the finish line. Low in the saddle... bucking against me... filling herself with my hard cock again and again. The homeowners bed banging against the wall... filling the room with sounds it hadn't heard for quite some time. Her hands leaving my chest and moving to hers... cupping her breasts as she sat up right... not missing a beat with her thrusting hips. As I watched her squeeze her stiff pink nipples I could hold back any longer. I was on the brink and there was no turning back. My body tensed and I moaned out..."I'm gonna...." before I could say 'cum' my cock was erupting, sending bursts of hot thick jizz up inside her. She slowed over me... her muscles squeezing my cock... feeling it pulse deep within. Looking up at her beauty as my hips rose, pumping the last of my load against the soft warm walls of her pussy. Collapsing on me, exhausted, as our juices mixed to form a completely lovely, sticky mess. She looked down into my eyes and whispered as she tried to catch her breath.. "So, how do you like the house now"? "It's perfect" I said with a laugh. "Does the bed come with the house?" I jokingly inquired After we regained our composure we set about the task of locating our clothing. The days last light had slipped away during our romp and the house had grown dark. About the time we were nearly dressed we were startled by the sound of the front door opening. I smoothed out the slightly damp bed as she straightened her skirt and we headed down to investigate. "Hello Joe!" Cari exclaimed as she made one last quick adjustment to her blazer. I was surprised... Joe wasn't the crusty old fellow I had imagined but rather a handsome, 40ish man. He shook my hand and introduced himself. "So did my associate Cari show you everything you wanted to see her?" he asked. "Ummmm, yes" I stammered "This house has more features than I realized!" "I'm glad you found it interesting" he replied. "I'm going to be tied up the next few days, but if you enjoyed working with Cari I'm sure she'd be happy to show you some more properties" Cari responded with a quick " Yes, I certainly would" "Well, I cant say no to that" I responded "I'd love to see more of what's available" We exchanged handshakes once again and went our separate ways... househunting is going to be more enjoyable than I ever imagined I thought to myself as I headed back down the street. The Showing She stretched across the bed to shut off the alarm, keeping her eyes shut in hopes of catching another 15 minutes of sleep. But the mental to do list kept running thru her mind, reminding her that sleeping in was not an option today. With a heavy sigh she rolled over towards the nightstand, and reached for her Blackberry. She checked her emails, and was happy to see a request for a showing of one of her listings. She frowned as she realized there was no contact information to confirm the showing, and since the email had come thru the company website, no way to track the person down. "Oh, well," she thought, "it's at the end of the day, and if I can get rid of this house, it would definitely be a good thing." As she went about her business the rest of the day, a small voice niggled at the back of her mind about the mysterious buyer. There were safeguards in place at her office, and agents were expected to have contact info for any clients they went out with. But the facts were that the market had been terrible for over a year, and the sale of this house could pay off her outrageous credit card balance, so she ignored the voice. She arrived at the house a few minutes before the scheduled meeting. The property sat at the end of a gravel road, on several acres, and overlooked the lights of the town. The house was vacant, but furnished, and she wanted to make sure to have all the lights turned on and the house aired out so it would show to it's best advantage. As she came back downstairs, her mind registered something was wrong. "The door," she thought. "I left the door cracked open, and it's closed." She strode across the foyer, thinking the wind had blown it closed. Just as she realized the door wasn't just closed, but locked, she was shoved from behind, and pinned up against the door. "Put this on," a voice growled in her ear, as a black satin sleep mask entered her line of vision. She saw the hand that held the mask was large, and encased in a black latex surgical glove. She felt terror coil in her stomach, this man knew what he was doing, and was determined not to leave any evidence behind. The man released the pressure on her back enough so that she could move her shaking hands up to take the mask and pull it over her head to cover her eyes. "Hands behind your back," the voice ordered. She placed her hands behind her back, and felt handcuffs being fastened around her wrists. She felt the body pinning her to the door step back, then a strip of fabric was tied firmly on top of the sleep mask, ensuring she wouldn't be able catch a glimpse of his face. She took some small measure of comfort from this, hoping that if he was going to such lengths to keep her from seeing him, he wasn't planning on killing her. Hands grasped her by the shoulders and turned her around, so she was facing him. She stood there, literally quaking with terror. She heard the voice again, this time with mild amusement lacing his tone. "You can stop shaking. I have no intention of killing you, or even hurting you. Well, not in a way that you won't enjoy." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The voice was obviously being disguised, but something about the way he spoke was familiar to her, although she couldn't quite put her finger on how. Well, if he wasn't planning on hurting her, she wasn't going to make any of this easy on him, she decided. She had already resigned herself to the fact that he was going to rape her, toy with her, and God only knew what else, but she chose to believe that he really didn't intend to kill her. She felt his hand on her arm above her elbow, attempting to guide her from the foyer. She threw her body against him, catching him by surprise, and off balance. The both hit the floor, with her landing across his hard body. She rolled off him, and started kicking at where she thought he was. She landed a couple of kicks, and heard him mutter a curse as she tried to scramble away from him. She was lifted up off the floor and pulled back against his body. "So, that's how you want it to go down?" he asked, his breath warm against her ear. "That's fine by me, I like things a little rough, and I like my women feisty." He gave her a nudge forward, then led her towards the rear of the house. "Crap, crap, crap!" she thought to herself. "All I've done is piss him off." He led her to a point that she guessed was in the family room. She felt his hands at the waistband of her pants, unfastening and sliding them down over her hips. She felt the coldness of her fear spreading thru her. "Please. Please don't do this. I won't tell anyone about this, just please let me go," she begged, tears escaping from under eye mask. "Shhhh. Don't be afraid. You will live to remember this night, and I promise you will remember it. But if you want to continue to beg, it's ok with me. It's turning me on a little." She fell silent as his gloved fingers slid under the waistband of her lacy panties, then slowly slid them down to her ankles with her pants. She felt him crouch in front of her, as he helped her step out of the clothing, then ran his fingers lightly back up her legs, around her hips, then down across her buttocks and thighs. As his fingers started skimming their way back up her legs, she brought her knee up, trying to catch him under the chin. He caught her knee easily, and pushed it back down. "Now, now," came his mocking voice, "I'm going to have to teach you not to keep trying to hurt me." She heard the squeak of someone sitting on leather, and realized he had sat down on the ottoman. She was suddenly pulled off balance, and found herself laying face down across his lap. "What is the best way to teach a naughty girl that I mean business?" he asked theoretically. With no further warning, she felt his hand slap her left ass cheek, hard. She cried out, more in surprise than in pain. His hand came down again, this time on her right cheek. She squirmed, trying to get away from him. She felt his hand press down on the small of her back, keeping her in place. "You can take your punishment, or you can keep fighting, and increase your punishment. Your choice." She stilled, and felt the humiliation of being draped across this legs, half naked, with her bottom up in the air. He ran his hands over her smooth globes of flesh. "Good girl," he said. "Definitely the right decision." She relaxed slightly, thinking that this portion of her hell was over. His hand came down again, hard, and he firmly spanked her several more times, until the skin on her ass felt like it was on fire, and tears slid freely down her face. He again gently rubbed her sore bottom, and she felt him lean forward to place several light kisses on her inflamed skin. "Now," he asked, "did we learn anything from this?" She nodded her head. "I won't fight you anymore." He gave a low laugh. "You can fight, and you can struggle, it is so fucking hot to feel you trying to get away. But you will not try to hurt me again. Understand?" She again nodded her head. He began to caress her ass again, and her thighs. He helped her up from his lap, and then pulled her down to sit on his lap. His hand pushed her hair back from her face, and he turned her face towards him, then leaned in and gently kissed her mouth. She pulled her head back, and turned her head toward her shoulder, wiping his kiss from her mouth. "Can you please just get this over with," she said, her temper rising. "You are not my lover, and all the gentle kisses and caresses are not going to disguise the fact that I am blindfolded, handcuffed, and being held against my will. So just do what you want to do to my body, and then get the hell out." "I am going to do exactly what I want to do to your body. But you are going to want it too. You are going to ask for it, maybe even beg for it." "Ohhh, please, fuck me with your big cock. Make me your bitch," she said, every word dripping with sarcasm and disdain. "I want you, I want to feel you inside me." He laughed, and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. "You amaze me. I admire your spunkiness, especially for a woman in your position. However, I take exception to your tone," he continued in a pleasant voice."I guess my lesson in manners didn't take as well as I had thought." With that she found herself back across his knees again, and another spanking was administered, as she fought the urge to call him every filthy name she could think of. The spanking came to an end, and his hands rubbed her reddened cheeks. "So, tell me," he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, "does that turn you on?" "Are you insane!?" she exclaimed. "No, it didn't turn me on! It hurt, you jackass!" His hand came down swiftly, causing her to let out a surprised yelp. "Manners, manners," he reminded her in a mock scolding voice. His hands again rubbed her cheeks, then his fingertips began to trace the outline of her ass, the tips of his fingers running along her skin starting up by her hips, around and down to where her ass met her thighs. Then one finger slowly pushed between her legs, and ran lightly down her slit. He pulled his hand away, and she heard him give a short laugh. "You're a liar," he said. "You do like this. You are dripping wet between your legs." She didn't answer, the embarrassment burning her face. To her surprise, she was turned on. In business, she was a tough negotiator, and always in control of any situation, making sure her clients' interests were protected. In her personal life she was also careful to maintain control, so as not have her time wasted by all the users and mama's boys out there. To have the control wrenched away from her, coupled with the uncertainty of what was going to happen next was thrilling. The underlying fear only added to the spice of the situation. "I should spank you again for lying to me," he teased. "But it isn't punishment if you enjoy it." He lift her off his lap, and she was backed up against a wall. He nudged her legs apart, and stepped in close to her. She felt his breath on her ear for a second before his tongue slowly traced around the edge of her ear, and then down to her neck. He spent several minutes licking and kissing the sides of her neck, then she felt his teeth nip at the tendon along the side of her neck, and she moaned softly. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back for better access to her throat. His mouth moved to the long column of her throat, working his way down to her shoulders, where he again used his teeth to tease a response from her. His unbuttoned her blouse, and reached behind her to unclasp her bra, pushing it out of his way. As his head dipped lower, and his mouth fastened onto her nipple, she felt the liquid from between her legs begin to coat her thighs, she was so turned on by the things this stranger was doing to her. His teeth nipped her hard, causing her to cry out. His tongue gently laved her nipple, licking away the sting of his bite, then he bit her again. A small sob escaped her as he expertly kept her on the edge between pain and pleasure. His mouth moved over to her other breast, and again he licked, and sucked and bit, keeping her senses off balance. His hand moved between her legs, stroking her clit, then moving slowly up and down her slit before coming back to her clit. His fingers slid easily all around her sex, she was so wet. His fingers again slipped down her slit, this time stopping at the entrance to her pussy. His finger slowly penetrated her, and she gasped at the intrusion. "Please stop," she sobbed, ashamed at the way both she and her body were responding to this man. "Don't do this." He ignored her, and began to work his finger in and out of her, lowering her head to take her swollen clit into his mouth. He sucked and licked her until she was weak from the need to come. Just as she felt the orgasm building in her belly, he pulled away, and slid his finger from her pussy. She bit her lip to keep from crying out her disappointment. She felt him next to her, standing, and again felt his warm breath in her ear. "I promised you earlier you'd be begging for me to take you," he said, pausing to swirl his tongue around her ear. "Tell me you want me." She was torn between telling him to go straight to hell, and wanting to feel his hands and mouth on her again. To her shame, her lust won out. "I want you," she whispered. "I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you." She again bit off a rude reply. "I want you," she said, louder. "You want me where?" he asked, his tone again mocking. She felt her face flood with embarrassment at being forced to ask this man to take her. "I want to feel you inside me." She felt his hand on her upper arm, and he led her a short distance to a couch. He pushed her between the shoulders, forcing her to bend at the waist over the back of the couch. She moved her legs apart to keep her balance. She felt his fingers between her legs again, stroking her. His hand withdrew, and she heard the rustling of clothing being removed, and the sound of a condom wrapper tearing. She felt his cock at the opening to her pussy, and with one quick shove, he pushed into her body. She screamed out, unprepared for the suddenness of his entrance. The gentleness was gone, and he was giving her a hard fucking. She struggled beneath him, trying to get out from under him. But his hands held her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her tender flesh, and his thighs had her pinned against the couch back. He continued to stroke in and out of her wet pussy with long hard strokes. Then she felt his thumb, slick with her juices, pushing at her small back opening. "No!" she shrieked, renewing her efforts to escape from him. His thumb continued to push, and she felt his finger gaining entrance. She struggled harder, and was stunned to feel a sharp slap across her ass. The surprise caused her to still for a moment, and he pushed his finger all the way into her ass. She bucked her hips, trying to dislodge his thumb from her body. He grabbed a handful of her hair close to the scalp with his other hand, and pulled her up partway. "Stop fighting me," he ordered. "You might find you like it." He released her hair, and went back to filling her pussy with his thick cock, his strokes long and hard. She felt a finger on her clit, moving in small circles, bringing pleasure back to her. She felt his other hand begin to move, and his thumb was pulled from her ass. Her relief was short lived, as she felt one his long thick fingers slide in to take it's place. His fucking slowed slightly, and his finger and his cock began to stroke in and out of her at the same time. She howled in outrage, then felt his other hand begin stroking her clit again. As her ass adjusted to his finger, she began to enjoy the sensations of his finger fucking her there. There were so many nerve endings, and the stroking was inflaming each one of them. She felt him picking up the pace again, and felt her excitement rising. She couldn't believe how good this felt, his thick cock in her pussy, his finger stroking in and out of her ass, and his other hand lightly rubbing her clit. She began to push back to meet his strokes, her cries of anger turning to moans of pleasure. She felt the orgasm gathering low in her belly, and felt her muscles tighten in anticipation of her release. Behind her, he kept up the assault on her body, fucking her hard, twisting his finger in her ass, causing her to writhe beneath him. Suddenly she was bucking wildly beneath him, her screams filling his ears as she came hard. Her bucking pushed him over the edge too, and he shoved himself deep inside her, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into her. She lay pinned under him, her breath coming in short pants. He pulled his finger from her ass, eliciting a small moan from her. His cock, now softening, slipped from her body. He took her shoulders and pulled her upright, and turned her head to take her mouth in a deep kiss. She sagged against him, no strength left to fight him. That had been the most intense orgasm of her life, and she was torn between the shame she felt at participating in and responding to his assault, and the feelings of complete satisfaction still strumming through her body. She felt him behind her, then one cuff was loosened, then the other. She rubbed her wrists briefly, then cautiously raised her hands to her blindfold, afraid she may be earning another spanking for removing it. As she debated whether or not to push the blindfold from her eyes, she heard the front door close. She yanked the covering from her eyes and ran to the front of the house. She heard a car start in the distance, but saw no tail lights. She flipped the lock on the door, and slowly slid to the floor. The Showing Why she had asked me to come to her home I was not certain. But the invitation was unmistakable. It wasn't as if I had never been there before, it was that she had recently broken off our relationship. I was hurting a lot from that experience and had no idea what she had in mind. I suppose that in the back of my mind I was hoping the she would want to rekindle our former relationship, but she hadn't suggested that at all. We were still good friends, very good friends and confidants, so talking with her was not out of the ordinary, but for her to ask me to come to her house again was unusual. I still wanted her very much and thought of her and what we had felt and experienced together a lot. She had told me that I could not come by because she didn't want to expose herself to temptation, which I fully understood and respected. So, why the invitation? OK, don't worry about it, just go and see what she has in mind. I arrived at her door at the time she requested that I be there, right on time! Rang the bell and she answered the door, "Come in, come in, I am glad that you could make it. Come in and sit, here on the couch. I have something that I want to show you and do for you, but you must promise that you will remain seated and do nothing. I will accept your word if you say yes." OK, I'm even more bewildered. Still not sure what is coming down I say "Yes, I can do as you ask, it may be difficult depending on what you are going to do, but I can do it." "Good," she begins, "We had a wonderful relationship and I still cherish the friendship that we now have, you are a wonderful man and I love you dearly , but I want and need more than what you can give me. We had such fun together making love and I have the most wonderful memories of it. The sex was fabulous! There is one thing that I would like to do for you that I had not done in the past when we were intimate, but had wanted to do and knew that you would appreciate. I decided to do this before I told you that I had found someone else, but It didn't seem right to do it then and I didn'think that I could handle the temptation that it would present at that time. I was also not sure just how you would react to it. Having thought it over I decided that first, I could handle it and second that I could trust you to do as I ask." Talk about confused, now I really was. What on earth could she be thinking of? I clearly had no clue. She was standing about five feet in front of me near the center of the living room. The drapes were drawn and lit, but muted. She was wearing a dark blue satin form fitting dress that had narrow straps over the shoulder, a low cut front that showed the swell of the tops of her breasts. The bodice was fitted accentuating her figure and the curve and shape of her breasts. The skirt was a littler fuller leaving somewhat more to the imagination. Standing in 3" heels she was a very provactive picture. Just beautiful, is all I could think, just beautiful! "So I wanted to give you a little visual gift that I have not done before, but knew that you had wanted. The fact that I will enjoy this as much as you will is part of it also. Are you Ready?" "Yes, Oh Yes!" "OK, sit back and watch, remember that is all you are allowed to do, just watch." With that she reached behind her back and lowered the zipper of her dress. She moved her arms forward and let the straps of the dress slip off her shoulders. She let the dress fall to the floor and deftly stepped out of it. Now she stood before me in a full length black slip of the softest satin imaginable that seemed to cling to every luscious of her body. Next she slipped the straps of the slip off her shoulders as she had done with her dress and let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it also. My God! The sight before me now was one that could easily bring any man to his knees in awe. Black thigh high seamed nylon hose held by a black lace trimmed garter belt. The smallest black satin thong that barely covered her sex, but allowed one to actually see its shape and outline through the thin delicate fabric. Her bra was so thin that her excited nipples were clearly outlined through it. Absolutely beautiful! And so sexually stimulating. She then turned slowly to allow me to see her all angles. I could hardly contain my self. She reached up to her low cut bra that was already showing almost all of the upper part of her magnificently shaped breasts (not large but pert, absolutely no sag) and pulled each up of her bra down to expose her erect raspberry shaped nipples. Succulent and inviting. Next she lowered her hand to her pubic mound and massaged it. She hooked her fingers around the patch of material that covered her vaginal lips and gently pulled. I watched as the miniscule triangle of cloth disappeared between her swollen wet pussy lips. I could see the moisture on them. I could smell the aroma of her sex. I could almost taste it. She rubbed the lips of her vagina for a short while, stimulating them further. My manhood was ready to free itself from my pants. Damn, what a beautiful sight! "I thought you would like this. Remember look, but no touching." She stood there before me, allowing me to take in this vision of female sexuality. She stood there for a least five minutes neither of us uttering a sound. She then turned and picked up a robe that was on the chair next to her and put it on and tied the sash. I was without words. What could I say after seeing such beauty before me like that and not being able to touch, only look. She had made it very clear, Look, but don't touch. She held out her had to me and I stood. She slipped her arm in mine and walked me to the door. She opened the door, kissed me on the cheek so tenderly I thought I would melt. "Good Night my love, you are a wonderful man. I left, dumb founded, confused and hornier that I have ever been. What the hell was that all about, although I didn't ask the question of myself to strongly, just thankful for the visual gift that she had just bestowed on me.. The Showing My wife is a hot little slut! Usually the dominant one, we switch from time to time and I take that part. Change it up I say! I bought my wife, Laura, a black spandex body suit that had zippers in the crotch and nipple area. It came with a hood with removable eye and mouth openings. Damn! Would she look sleek! I asked her "are you my little slut?" "Yes! I'm your little slut." "Will you do as I say?" "Yes Master". She dressed in her "suit" after inserting the medium size butt plug and finished off the look with her thigh high buckled leather boots. I collared her and attached the eye coverings but left her mouth exposed. I inserted the doughnut gag which left her mouth gaping at all times. I attached her leash and said "Let's go for a ride". She couldn't speak, but grunted her concerns to no avail. I would not budge on the surprise. A local bar closes once a month for Swinger action in our vicinity and it was S/M month. I parked the car then helped her out and led her to the door. The bouncer, a big guy took our admission and let us in, checking out my wife's tits and ass as we passed. We didn't draw too many stares as there were a few others dressed similar. The M.C., an Elvira lookalike, announced a sign-up for the show. Kind of like a dog show only with slaves. I signed up first and entered my lovely Laura. When the games began, I led her up on stage and 2 big gentlemen helped her to the "horse". It was a saw horse converted to a display rack. She looked pathetic once properly attached. She lay belly down on the top and her knees and elbows rested on padded shelves below her body. The top plate was padded for comfort and narrowed so titties could hang freely. I unzipped her to release her 40 D's and attached vibrating egg nipple clamps. She squealed. Then I opened her crotch zipper and she felt a cool breeze pass her warm, wet pussy lips. The horse was on a rotating platform and rotated slowly and I'm not sure Laura realized she was spinning. Saliva was slowly dripping as she couldn't close her lips to stop the flow. I love that! Masters and Mistresses from the audience began to clap and approach my slave. At first, they caressed her whole being then adventurously, some took liberties on my sweet wife. She began to moan a low guttural tone letting me know she was severely enjoying this. A line formed at both the front and back of my slave as the platform ceased its rotation. A gentleman Master released his cock and slid it into the doughnut ring and into Laura's hot mouth. She couldn't suck, just take it. A Mistress was at her pussy admiring the flow of juices running down into the suit and soaking the surrounding material. She gave a lick and a hot breath before diving in. Mistress gave it all she had and Laura was cumming for the first of many times this evening. Master at her mouth had a soggy prick from all the slobber Laura produced during the oral assault. All the sudden, Master grabbed the sides of her head and groaned while he shot his load directly into Laura's mouth! She couldn't swallow so the sweet, sticky love nectar flowed right back out of Laura's mouth and onto the floor below. Mistress was replaced by a well hung Master who slid far up in my slave's cunny with no effort whatsoever. Slowly, he pumped his wide girthed pecker in and out. A second Master entered Laura's doughnut ring and pumped in and out of her gooey mouth hole till he unloaded all his seed as well. A third Master stepped up to her face and his manhood was bigger than the hole in the ring! He asked my permission to remove it, which of course I granted, and cast it aside in it's slimy glory. He entered my lovely's sperm-spattered lips, this time to the benefit of my wife's ability to suck! Her lips spread wide, he filled her mouth till her cheeks bulged. A minute later, he exploded causing my wife to cough splattering the front of him with leftovers. Everyone chuckled at the display sympathetically no doubt. The Master in back dumped his load deep in her cunny and some ran back out and onto the floor. Mistress rushed back in for the cream pie, catching all she could before a different Master stepped up. He removed the butt plug and I applied lube. He pushed his prick to her hole applying some pressure then let his head plop in. Laura was somewhat stretched so no pain was involved. He slowly buried his prick to the hilt then withdrew to the crown. His pace picked up slowly till he had a nice rhythm culminating in an explosion that almost took my bride from her bonds. She yelped in ecstasy! I was so proud of my little slut. I released my slut to the mass applause of the crowd and led her to the bathroom to freshen up, then to a table to relax. I removed her blindfold so she could watch the rest of the "shows" which went well into the morning.