1 comments/ 15301 views/ 0 favorites The Shop By: cov_bifemcouple "How many times do I have to tell you" you snap at me "I need something sensible for swimming in, not just for posing on the beach" I look sheepishly at you, half-naked in the changing cubicle as I appear around the curtain with yet another bundle of bikinis and 'dayglo' swimming costumes. I stand there wishing we had bought the Speedo in the sports shop and had done with it but then I am proud you flaunt your sexy body when you walk along the poolside so I feel sure this exclusive boutique would have something more interesting. As I drop the bundle to the chair I silence you in the best way I know, holding your body to me and meeting your lips with mine in a wet lingering kiss. "Not in here" you whisper as we come up for air. I smile and whisper back "OK just let me try another swimming costume on you then" Sensing the exasperated shrug I kneel to the floor in front of you, pulling down the bikini bottoms you are wearing. As my thumb hooked the strings at the side I wonder at your sensuous mound, being revealed inch by inch as the lycra falls to the floor. Not being able to resist I lunge my head into your groin licking the shaven area just to one side of your labia. I feel your hands grip the back of my head momentarily and thinking that I could go further my tongue delves. Hearing your gasp and feeling your legs open fractionally my hands start to grip your buttocks. The pain.... as my ears are pulled and your smothered giggles tells me that you really are not happy and so reluctantly I pull away and rummage through the new pile of costumes. Finding a blue one piece, high at the hips and with cut-outs at the back and front I hold the bottom open so you can step straight in. As I pull it higher up your legs I realise that the costume shows more then it conceals. Steering you to the mirror and watching your instant reaction I can see you like the effect. As I stand behind you I like the effect too and cannot resist stroking the small of your back. Feeling you stiffen slightly and leaning over your shoulder I kiss the side of your neck. My lips trail up to your earlobe as I know this melts you. Despite your murmured protests one of my hands slips around, gliding over the contour of your breasts and pressing through the smooth material. Your nipples enlarge instinctively and my fingers search them out, teasing and tweaking through the sheer fabric. I gently push you forwards so you are leaning slightly towards the mirror and I place each of your hands to either side of it. Looking over your shoulder we watch into each others eyes as my hands glide downwards, first tracing your intimate details through the costume and then as the tell tale dampness begins to show, my fingers slip inside. I curl my hand to move the tight strip between your thighs and then with total accuracy gained from the view in the mirror I find the start of your slit. Wet lips, curled and puffy, and with one long stroke my middle fingers glides over the tip of your clit and into the soaking passage. Keeping eye contact my finger massages and masturbates you, I can feel your legs sagging slightly and I push behind to support you. Your breathing gets heavier and my other hand instinctively covers your mouth to try and gag you. But with each stroke of my finger your gasps turn to little whimpers and I can tell you are so close to orgasm. Just as your legs go tense and I know you are going over the edge I swap my hands, forcing your mouth open with the fingers wet with your juices. Smearing them across your face we both smell your sex as you lose control, thighs taut, face strained, and breasts heaving with the exertion. Giving one last gasp you push yourself back against my body leaning into me as your orgasm subsides. Just as calm regains we both hear a sudden "Ai" and a series of quick gulping breaths. " What the fuck" I can see you mouthing silently as we try to work out where the sound is coming from. Leaving you naked I pull the curtain wide and rounding the corner of the cubicle I spot the stock room door slightly ajar. Throwing caution to the wind and grabbing the handle I wrench the door open. The sight that greets me shocks me to the core. At first I think something is playing tricks on my eyesight and then I realise that it is the naked you I can see through the two-way mirror, still leaning on the edges of the glass, costume awry and with a wet trail from your red and swollen pussy. As my eyes move to the depths of the stock room I see the startled face of the sales girl, terrified that I had found her secret out and half leaning against the shelves. I could tell her T shirt had been hurriedly pushed back down and her hand was barely out of the front of her hipster jeans. Grabbing her by the wrist I brought her hand to my face, smelling at once the damp odour of sex. "please, please" she whimpered" don't tell anyone.....so sorry so sorry" I smiled, knowing what she had seen the through the mirror must have been highly erotic and secretly I was pleased she had lost control at the same instance as you. "Debbie, lock the shop door and come here" I shout "Why, what" you sounded confused " Don't argue just lock it and come here" The bolt rasping shut, the young Japanese woman began to look increasingly scared. I fixed my face not wanting to show how glad I was to find her in such a compromising situation " I will do anything" she stuttered, "just don't tell the owner or hurt me" Fixing her with a stern stare I started pushing her back towards the cutting table in the middle of the room. Still covered with scraps of cloth I swept them all to one side as she backed till her buttocks were on the edge. I began to sense you behind me and the girl kept glancing from one to the other as if she were seeking some reassurance. "Jeans off and sit on the table" I barked at the young woman and, still trembling, she hooked her thumbs back inside the waistband, so recently refastened. I sense you behind me watching and just realising that your masturbation was so visible to others. Your hot breath falls on the back of my neck and you steady yourself on my hips. We both observe the Japanese girl, a sylph like figure in her early 20s, jet black hair in a punkish cut, jagged over her brow. As the jeans gather around her ankles we both watch her slim legs bend as the kicks the denim away. With both hands behind her on the edge of the table steadying herself to push upwards I can see the contours of her mound pressing damply against the small black triangle of silk. In a low voice I say 'Debbie, I would like to introduce you to...." We both look to her with eyebrows raised. "M M Miki" she stammers, still shaking from the shock of being discovered. Her normally pale face now scarlet across the cheeks. "Well Miki, you are our surprise for the day. There we were having some quiet fun in your changing room. Tell me, do you often watch people changing?" Miki nods her head, still flushed with embarrassment. " Well you have watched us, so I think its now our turn to observe" The Shop He had left her alone, the room empty, the only sound coming from the music playing from his computer speakers seated on his work table. The room was rustic, yet clean, and all him. The room was actually a little detached building, formerly a garage, but converted into a special room. This was his place, his special place where his passions intermingled.....the outdoors, the ocean, old fishing gear, memories of a grandfather, and the desires that pleasure entices. His love of candles was evident, as he had placed many lit candles around the room. The room was small, so the scent and warmth from the candles filled the air. She loved his little chuckle whenever he called this room his "dungeon." She understood the irony in his chuckle, the desires of his heart, the limits of reality, the secret passions easily revealed with barely a scratch at the surface. Hidden but exposed, passionate irony locked away in a little room. Some would be nervous, left alone, helpless, but she wasn't. She trusted him, relaxed in his presence, surrendered, submitting to his wishes and desires. It was easy to trust him, strong yet vulnerable. Caring but firm. His only thoughts were focused on her pleasure, safety, joy, and the fulfilling of her fantasies. Fantasies not limited by conventional thinking, but set free to wing on the dreams of joy beyond experience. It is here that she finds herself. The air was warm, not hot, not cold, but perfect against her naked skin. The ropes around her ankles and wrists not too tight, but tight enough to prevent escape. She is bound, hands lashed over her head to the rustic, worn rafters. Her ankles pulled outward, legs spread, ropes secured to eyebolts attached to the rough, exposed timbers of the walls. She had her balance, but was not able to move more than an inch or two. She loved this feeling, helpless, submitting to him...he loved it as well. The door opened, squeaking a little as it moved, proclaiming his return. Her head perked, her eyes opening wide as he entered his place. This is his domain, his place where he is master. Yet, he enjoyed being in the reverse role, where he submitted. She enjoyed that as well, her time to direct, to watch his pleasure, to be pleased as he squirmed, begging for release. Her mind wandered, actually skipped at full speed as the thoughts flooded through her. So many opportunities in the future, such a challenge to align the stars to make the dreams come true. As her eyes focused, she could see him carrying a bag, black, big, his bag. She smiled at the sight, and licked her lips, savoring the possibilities that would be coming her way. The contents of the bag rattled and settled as he placed the bag on the counter. He was humming along with the song playing on the computer, a happy song, his humming quiet, yet very present in the room. She watched him intently, dreaming as he opened the zipper of the bag, revealing the treasures hidden away. She was intrigued as he removed a butter warmer, complete with a little tea light candle. Once he had assembled the apparatus, he lit the candle and placed the little ceramic dish over the small flame. She smiled as he poured lavender scented massage oil into the warming dish, knowing that the oil would heat, becoming warm, nearly hot, she quivered as her thoughts anticipated the warm luxury of the oil on her skin. Reaching back into the bag, he removed a little metal pan, similar to a cooking pot like one would use to cook vegetables, but much smaller, with a little pour spout molded into the rim. Seeing her eye the pan, he walked over to her, carrying the pan, revealing it to her. His voice clear and strong as he told her that the pan was a butter warming pan, the spout perfect for pouring. But she could see that the contents of the pan were solid, and red in color, not like any butter that she had ever seen. She recognized the contents as wax, and felt her nipples begin to harden at the thought of hot oil covering her skin, only to be topped by the hot wax that was sure to follow. She excitedly yearned for the sting that is quickly replaced by the exotic warmth of the wax as it covered her nipples and breasts. He was smiling as he looked at her beautiful breasts. Small nipples, perfectly shaped, breasts that surrounded them in exceptional beauty. She giggled to herself as she could see his cock begin to harden and push its outline against the fabric at the crotch of his pants. Plugging in a small little hotplate, adjusting its temperature to the very lowest setting, he placed the pan over the little burner, anticipating it heating the solid mass of wax into a molten delight. A cooking thermometer was placed nearby, as he was very careful about the wax temperature, assuring its pleasure and not its injury when applied to oiled skin. He dipped his finger into the oil gently warming over the flame of the butter warmer, smiling he is obviously pleased with its progress. Stepping in close to her he put the single drop of warm oil adhering to the finger that he dipped, onto the center of her collarbones, into the little dip in her skin. Gently he kissed her lips, letting the passionate warmth of his lips warm hers, expressing his desire very lightly. Taking the little dish of oil into his left hand, he poured oil into the palm of his right hand. She nodded her head, saying, "Yes Chief" in response to him asking if she wanted him to begin. She closed her eyes, awaiting that first sensation of the hot oil on her wanting skin, ready to drink it in, nearly dying of thirst for its sensuous embrace. He gently placed the warm oil on her left shoulder, allowing the sweet sensation to trickle down her skin in small rivers. Each finger of oil reaching downwards, caressing her skin inch by inch. She relaxed at the feel of the oil and watched him refill the palm of his hand. This time the oil was slowly poured over her right shoulder, again the very warm sensation crept downwards, imparting its gift of pleasure with each moment. Again he poured enough oil in the palm of his hand that she could see it glistening on his fingers as it nearly spilled over the cup his hand formed. Setting the little dish down over the flame again, he placed his left hand against his right, creating a larger vessel for the volume of oil, now easily containing it. The oil was poured onto her collarbones, the oil running down her breasts, her nipples growing even more firm, her breath quickening from the heat and luxury of the oil. Slowly he spread the oil with his warm hands. She could hear a quiet, happy sigh, nearly a moan escape from him as he softly massaged the warm oil into the silken skin of her breasts. Slowly going around each beautiful mound, peaked with a small stone. A beautiful, shiny jewel, excited by his touch and the warm, sensuous oil. His magic hands take her nipples under their warm touch, his fingers circling each, coaxing the pleasure from every pore. Her moans soft and relaxed at his touch. His hands, gifted hands, sensuous, strong, yet paradoxically soft. Again he refills his hands with oil, this time taking its intoxicating heat to her stomach, allowing the oily tendrils to run down her skin, eventually reaching her own heat. Her pussy already warm and moist, but now growing flushed with desire and want. His hands slowly embrace her skin, rubbing her stomach, circling lower and lower down her belly. Caressing her hips, her thighs, arching his hands so just his fingertips trace her inner thighs, following a pathway from her knees to the junction between her legs. His hot, oiled fingers slowly entering her, he can feel her silkiness, magnified by the oil. She leans forward, tilting her pelvis, inviting his fingers into her. He pushes further into her, wiggling his fingertips slowly and they work their way around, in, and about her delightful wet heaven. Her eyes are closed, so she didn't see him warming his left hand over a candle, but she felt its magnificent touch when it replaced his right hand on her and in her. His right hand warmed quickly over a flame, then tracing the outline of her anus as his left fingers circled her clit....over and over...around and around.....switching to a figure eight over the very tip.....her breathing speeding up, her pelvis rocking slightly on his fingers. Slowly, excruciatingly slow, he pulled his fingers out, standing close to her, she heard his whisper...."do you want to cum now girl?" "Oh yes!", her hoarse response faintly entered his ears...."yes, please, now." His chuckle rising from his heart, he whispered again, "not now, you must wait, and cum when and if I permit." Chuckling yet again, "but, of course I will permit it, only after I listen to your heavenly moans a bit more." She watches him walking over the warming pan of wax, taking the thermometer and placing it into the wax, he checks its temperature. "Perfect", he announces as the thermometer indicates 105 degrees....."perfect for starters, a warm up" her adds. Taking the pan of wax in one hand, and a one inch soft paint brush in the other, he walks back over to her, dipping the brush into the wax, looking into her eyes, and smiling, she awaits his next move. After dipping the brush into the hot wax, he pauses, chuckles quietly as a faint knock is heard at the shop door. She looks quickly at the door, nervously, wondering who could be at the door, and how much longer she must endure before she will be permitted her awaited release. She looks at the door, then back at him, and wonders why he isn't moving, why he is smiling. He leans over closely to her ear and whispers...."I have a surprise for you, a special gift that I arranged just for you." Then, in a louder, clear voice, he announces, "please come in." She gasps at the invitation, wondering, exposed, oiled, naked, hot, wet, wanting. The door opens with a slight noise, not really a creaking noise, but rather the sound that smooth metal makes after being polished by years of use. To her amazement, and joy, a woman walks slowly into the shop, her eyes on the floor, obedient to him. The door is closed behind her and she stands, waiting. "Let me see you", he orders and the lady responds. Carefully, quickly, efficiently she removes her clothes, neatly folding them and placing them on the counter. She then stands facing him and her, feet apart, thighs slightly opened, hands folded neatly in the small of her back, eyes cast towards the floor. She admires the lady standing before her, wondering what is in store. The new one is slender, tanned nicely, no tans lines at all, the tanned skin surrounding her tightly groomed pussy. He breasts, although small, are well shaped, tanned to the nipple, resting atop taught, toned muscles. This one is no stranger to the gym. After setting the pan of wax back on the warmer, insuring that it doesn't cool, he walks over to the new one, and takes her hand. He leads the stranger by her hand to a place directly in front of the bound lady, slowly spinning her for the bound one to admire, finally stopping when the two ladies are face to face. His voice fills the space with soothing words, "this new one is well schooled, and she has been given her instructions, she will do as I have demanded." Looking at the slender lady is commands, "girl, as you were instructed, please begin now." At his command the new lady walks up to her and places her warm, naked body against the hot, oiled body bound in the shop. Wrapping her arms around her, she kisses her deeply, passionately, nibbling lightly on her lower lip. Lips breaking away the new one begins to kiss her neck, moving down to her breasts, where she stops, taking each nipple into her mouth. She begins to melt as this girls hot, inviting mouth sucks, licks and gently bites her nipples. She is wanting more now, nearly dying for a touch. As if on cue, the girl settles downward, sitting upon a little chair, her face perfectly aligned with her wet pussy. The new one begins to kiss, lick and suck on her pussy. Her tongue working inside of her as it traces upwards towards her clit. She closes her eyes at the touch of her tongue teasing her, moaning deeply she tilts her head back. Suddenly a brush, dripping with hot wax paints a swath of pleasure across the top of her left breast, then downward covering her nipple. He continues to paint the wax onto her breast and nipples, hot then warm, sting then soothing, pleasure then joy. Meanwhile, the naked girl continues relentlessly between her legs. Her fingers now wandering just under her pussy, tickly slightly, then finding their way in. Hot wax, tongue circling the tip of her clit, fingers moving in and out....she can't help it, she suddenly explodes with a scream as her orgasm convulses through her body. Pulling hard on the ropes.....again, a wave crashes through her as wax is poured onto her, the tongue not stopping, her moans loud, straining at the rope.....again, and again she quivers and pulls at the rope as she cums deep, intense, organic. Slowing, the new girl stops and moves away. She moves her little chair to the corner, sits and watches as he removes his clothing. His muscles hard from working out, his cock hard with desire for the beautiful lady bound to his shop rafters. He gently unties her hands, freeing them, and steps in close to her. He feels her arms surround him, pulling him close to her, she is very warm, the oil is slippery, the wax still warm. He kisses her deeply, passionately, expressing with his lips his heart for her. He slips into her, and moans at the pleasure that her hot, wet pussy sends coursing through his body by way of his cock. Slowly, he begins moving, making love to her. He is lost, he is warm, he is in heaven as they move against each other. His hands running up and down her back, holding her ass, pulling her tightly against him, more forcefully as he begins thrusting more deeply. Deeper, more quickly, his moans getting louder, his breathing deeper and faster. She is moaning now as well, her heart nearly racing out of her chest as she climbs higher and higher until she suddenly convulses in a gigantic orgasm, his cum spewing hot and deeply into her as he cums at the same time. He continues to move in and out, slower, slower, slower, feeling her muscles clench and relax around him cock. Slowing, finally withdrawing from her, he holds her tightly as their breathing begins to slow. Kissing her, caressing her, looking into her eyes, his heart pounding at the sight of her. His heart soaring as it longs to be with her eternally. Releasing her completely from her bonds, he wraps a towel around her, and leads her from the shop, finally arriving at a big deep tub. He turns the old metal handles, and the water begins to rush into the tub. He lights candles all around the room, puts some bath oil into the water, and begins to gently clean the wax from her skin. The wax falls off easily, as she was so nicely oiled first. Finally clean, water full, he helps her into the tub. He then gently, quietly, softly begins to bathe her....every inch....slowly.....with passion. She feels herself begin to drift off...sleepy....content.....joyful. Hours later, she stirs, wondering how she got into bed, the soft white linen surrounding her naked skin. He is lying next to her, holding her gently as she dozes. She drifts off again....dreaming of his touch. The Shop We walked into the shop on a cold winter's evening. We had just finished a light supper and were going to the galleries for a glass of wine on this first Friday, but this store just seemed to beckon to us. The sign that said 'Costumes n More....' was held up by a long legged manikin wearing hip boots, a mini skirt with a scarf over her breasts. The breasts were obviously anatomically correct, or she was feeling very happy. We laughed and feeling adventurous, stepped through the door. The carpet inlaid a sign of its own-"Stop here and leave if you are not over 18. Over 21 preferred. " "Aha! " I exclaimed, "A Shop that LIKES older women!" My husband smirked. He still had the manikin in his mind. The woman behind the counter smiled and beckoned us into the store. She was older, her hair was tucked into a long deep red scarf wound exotically around her head. Her blouse was low cut showing her still beautiful cleavage. We greeted her with warm smiles. "This is an amazing place," I said. "I have always wanted to stop in." "But you were a little afraid?" The cashier asked. "Well ...shy, I guess." I admitted with a small smile. "It is often so. Welcome." She said. "Nothing will happen here you do not wish to. Would you like some tea?" "Sounds wonderful." I answered, feeling the cold of the street down to my shoes. "My treat and my pleasure." The woman answered. I smiled and admired her earrings and chatted while my husband looked around the store. "Don't be afraid to go upstairs," she said winking. "I think you will enjoy looking through my rooms. If you should find something that intrigues you, just place your credit card into the slot. Each time the charge is $25. I think you will find this charge is very reasonable. And quite satisfying." I nervously grabbed my husband's hand and we walked up the steps. He walked a little ahead of me, which was good because suddenly I had goose bumps. And of course, I got to look at his beautiful back and his perfect butt. I was imagining him in his underwear as we reached the top of the steps. My pussy had started to tingle. "What was in that tea?" I said out loud. "What?" my husband asked. "Are you ok?" I nodded yes, but whispered, "Suddenly I am as hot for you as I have ever been. I think there was an aphrodisiac in that tea." While we were whispering about it we heard some sounds coming from a closed door. They were low moans. While my brain registered worry, my pussy tingled. And, my pussy is never wrong. While I paused I realized that what I heard was the sounds of a couple groaning in ecstasy. They were making no attempt to keep it quiet either. My husband's grip on my hand tightened. A sign said, 'Be brave. Take a Peek, $25.' I told you my pussy never lied. At this point my husband's cock was telling his own tale of truth as I touched it lightly through his pants. "Let's do it. What do you think?" He nodded, his wallet already out. After his card registered, the curtain moved aside soundlessly and written in unusual letters across the bottom of the window was a statement: 'You will not be seen and the couple inside has given permission to be viewed. Enjoy!' A couple lay on the bed was going at it; they were both wearing costumes, she was dressed like a woman of pleasure in the West...lots of petticoats, net stockings. He was a cowboy without his knickers giving us a full view of his ass slamming into her pussy as hard as he could. Her legs were on his shoulders, her loose blouse pulled down exposing her breasts moving in response to his hard thrusts. Her nipples were hard and peaked. She was begging. "Harder, harder, oh you are so hot. Oh fuck, you feel so good. Sooooo goooooood." As we watched, I slipped my hand across the front of my husband's pants- his cock was hard. I looked around quickly unzipped his zipper and began to stroke his cock. Suddenly I dropped to my knees and looking around, I began to lick his cock. I kissed his balls gently and licked up the side of his cock till I got to the tip. I ran my tongue around the tip until he came while watching. He groaned loud and I saw the couple smiling. The cowboy collapsed on his girl and she wrapped her legs around him, as he kissed her softly. My husband zipped up his pants and said, "I Think we could spring for a little more." "Oh yeah. Let's see what else there is." I responded with much heat. I was dripping. At the next room there was a sign, 'Ladies, deposit your panties in here for a five dollar coupon.' My husband looked at me and said, "This is getting better and better." I slipped, first, my stockings, and then my panties, down my legs. Then I put the stockings in my bag and dropped my lacy black panties in the basket that my husband was looking at while touching the front of his pants. The basket was full of colorful and lovely sexy panties. My husband, with a whimsical twinkle in his eye, suddenly pulled me over about eight inches and pointed to a sign directly in front of me. 'You are standing over a camera; make this a free pass to the next room by allowing us to take your picture.' No one had ever taken a picture of my pussy (outside of my husband of course) but since the sign promised anonymity and that I could review it, I agreed. I moved my legs aside and knew the camera would only see what was under my skirt. I felt the warmth of the flash and then a floor view of my pussy came on the wall to our right. I was shocked at the size of the picture. You could see how my pussy was glistening. I touched the part of the screen that said, 'Accept the picture.' The screen flashed again and suddenly the screen was full of pictures of pussies. My husband was enthralled. There were about twelve pussy shots, and then the picture changed to twelve more. It seems I had become part of the wall of pussies. We waited until my pussy came up again and I could see that my skirt was not recognizable and no one but my husband would know that I had just let the world see my pussy! It made me tingle to know that now and forever my private pussy was visible to whoever frequented the shop. With our free pass and five dollar coupon we had access to more rooms. I was a little weak at the knees so I grabbed my husband's hand. His grin and squeeze said it all. "Where's the wall of cocks?" I whispered. "You'll have to wait for that." He grinned. "Or make one yourself." The next room was entirely dark. On the wall there was a long his of instructions which read: 'In this dark room all walk naked. To enter you must remove all your clothes and place them in the locker. Place the key chain on your wrist and enter. In the room you may touch and be touched. If you do not like what is happening, whisper "Stop!" The person will stop. There is always a moderator in the room and you will be escorted out for breaking the rules. If you enter the room clothed your credit card will be charged $500. You have exactly four minutes in the room. After four minutes your key will flash colors. When the last minute is up, you must leave or it will begin to make a very loud obnoxious sound. During your stay we ask you remain completely muted. It will enhance the experience.' Just then, as though on cue, we heard a key go off it was very loud and we heard the sound of giggles and a door shutting. We shared a quick look and my husband pushed the enter button and a key dropped down. We picked up the key and walked along a dimly lighted hallway. All the doors were on the right. We stopped at number 9 and went in. We quickly disrobed. I, of course, was already without panties. I noticed a small light on the opposite wall showing a second door. My husband, my very naked husband, held the key and we opened the door and stepped into near darkness. Shadows moved around us, bumping one another. There was the sound of breathing and the smell of arousal. I felt hands on my shoulders, then on my hair, and then on my butt. One pair of hands began to message my breasts, to pull at my nipples; another slipped a finger between my legs. I reached out toward a dark figure. It was a man and I touched his cock and held my hand under his balls. They felt warm and soft. I ran my hand softly up and down while he stood still. And then I touched his ass. I ran my hands across his ass and down between his legs. I felt his cock throb. Someone else was putting his fingers in my pussy from behind me while someone in front of me was fingering my clit. I felt myself grow very, very wet. I held onto someone's shoulder but as I was about to come, they stopped and moved on. Suddenly I wondered where my husband was. I had seen keys flashing and people leaving. There were maybe three or four couples in the room. I saw a key light up and touched the holder of the key. It was my husband. I recognized his enlarged cock. It was bobbing. He later told me how two women had caressed him and kissed him while he had caressed their ass and dipped his finger into their slick pussies. One woman went to her knees and circled the head of his cock with her tongue. Just then the key flashed brighter and we had to go. We slipped through door number 9. As the door clicked shut a soft light went on. Somehow my husband pushed his raging hard on into clothes. I had no panties and the juices of my pussy were running down my legs. We slipped through the hall out the door. I was feeling a little disappointed. I needed to come. Badly. We stepped into a room where there were snacks, juice and tea. "Drink the tea." I seductively suggested to my husband as I drank some more. Whatever was in there was good stuff. I ate some macaroons that melted in my mouth. I felt ferociously hungry, starving. But for more than food. Hand in hand we walked into the last room; I felt this urgent need for orgasm. I twined my fingers around his and imagined I was encircling his cock, hard and strong. In his hands I could feel the throbbing of his cock. As we entered the room I noted there were no two way mirrors in this room. No keys. There were sounds, only sounds. I felt myself sniff the air like a deer, and I smelled first the scented candles, and then the smell of arousal. My ears twitched with the sounds of bodies moving. I nodded to my husband. He slipped the card through the slot and the door gave way. The old woman stood on the other side of the door, smiling as though she was proud of us. "Ecstasy demands courage as payment. Step outside of yourselves and become part of the flow." Her words first words felt true and sweet but the next were firm. "Remove all of your clothes now." She ordered firmly. She stood before us as we removed the remainder of our clothes. She smiled and nodded and placed them gently into a box which she then placed in a small locker. She placed the key around my wrist snugly. "He will remove it when it is time." She said and kissed us both on our cheeks and then him sensually on his mouth. Then we were blindfolded. "Do not worry," she said. "All are blindfolded. No one can see. Only listen, smell and feel. Join the ecstasy, be unlimited yourselves. If you have an orgasm apart you will not be permitted to leave until you orgasm together. You may enjoy anything here, but you must end together. It is law. There is no eating and drinking until that has happened." She turned and closed the door. We knew it was locked and we were trapped. There was no way out but through ecstasy. I stepped hesitantly ahead, my husband's hand on my bottom. I was trembling and suddenly wished to flee. As my hand reached back toward him and traveled down his belly I felt his hard cock. The sounds moaned were all around us, moans of desire, and moans of ecstasy. "Harder." "Suck me sweet heart." I felt hands on my breasts, touching and caressing them, pulling at my nipples. I heard my husband moan, I moved my hand toward his, and felt a woman's hand on his cock. She was standing behind him, her nipples running down his back. My hand covered hers as she stroked him. A hand slipped between my legs and I was bent over, from behind someone stroked my pussy, slipping and running his fingers between my labia, flicking over my clit, playing through my lips again, alternating. In front of me a man pushed his cock through my mouth and I licked it, stroking my tongue up and down. A groan escaped from my husband's lips. The woman with him was moaning and there was the sound of sucking, and I knew his cock was being licked. Someone was playing with his ass, I heard his moans and the moans of two women. He later told me that someone had slipped a pussy lubricated finger into his ass and was finger fucking him from behind while his cock was being sucked. Suddenly the women were moved away. I thought perhaps he had come. I was near coming myself. The hands had continued playing with my labia and fingers were inserted in my pussy. I felt gentle hands on my ass and my cheeks and legs spread. Something was inserted in my ass, and I nearly swooned. Just when I was near to coming the men was shooed away. A woman in silk moved me to a bed. Other couples were on the bed. I could feel the bed move as someone was being fucked from behind, I felt the movement of the bed and the soft mewing sounds coming from the edge of the bed were delicious. My husband lifted my legs up on his shoulders and slipped himself into my sopping pussy. "Quick and hard." I whispered. Then I yelled it. "Harder please...harder." He slipped in and out, faster and faster. "Now, I whispered. "Now please now." He began to move harder. Faster and harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted up my pussy. I was aching for him, aching for relief and for the wonder of all we were feeling. "Come baby. Come hard!" He said. I moaned and screamed and he joined me. In all the noise I decided to scream loud. I screamed, "I love you. Fill me fill me with your love. Right NOW." Suddenly the bed became alive with movement, with moans, with sex, with heat. My husband was slamming into me with hardness and I was moving to him with wetness and with welcome and yearning. He and I came hard together: long and hard until we were exhausted. We lay there for a moment as the bed quieted. The room had murmurs far from us and I smiled into the darkness. I touched my husband's dear face and he kissed my hand, a kiss I returned. We were touched gently by a person in silk and we moved away to a small room with a sofa and our clothes. There were grapes and bagels and tall glasses of juice. We smiled and ate and talked and relaxed. Soon we washed, dressed and left. The front room was empty...but there was an envelope with our name on it and a twenty dollar certificate with the statement, 'favored customer status.' As I looked back I caught a glimpse of a woman in silk who waved, but it could have been my imagination, as we stepped into the clear cold midnight air. The Shop Floor Guys I always felt a strange kind of kinship with Kajal. Both of us were women in the heavily male-dominated world of machine tools. I was the only woman in the dozen-strong sales team of a small machine tool manufacturing firm, the archetypal "small and medium business". Kajal was the only female among the half or dozen or so interns we had hired from a local engineering college for the summer. In our field, women were either derided, undermined or treated with kid gloves. Through years of hard work, I had earned my spurs and was now treated as an equal. And Kajal too had been outperforming the male interns and had impressed everyone with her knowledge of our products, our manufacturing process, and our clients. So within 3 weeks, she and I had built up a very good rapport that others in the firm had also noticed. They called us "Double K" for Kajal and Kanika. Although we were separated by almost a decade (Kajal was 21 and my 30th birthday was just a few months away), there never seemed to be a generation gap. We shared a lot of common interests, and most importantly, our temperaments were very similar. There was one small difference though. Being a hardcore saleswoman myself, I was hoping to steer Kajal towards sales too. But she seemed more interested in the manufacturing process. After the initial introductory 2-day stints in manufacturing, product development and sales, while all other interns had chosen one of the last two to work in, Kajal had been the only one to opt for manufacturing. Which meant she would spend most of her internship on the shop-floor in the basement of the building. So Kajal and I got to meet and talk only during lunch, coffee breaks, and in the mornings when she would spend a couple of hours doing the the SAP-related work on the computer before heading down to the shop floor. But even in those few hours, we bonded a lot. I told her about my marriage to my engineering college classmate, Rohan, who now worked in software. How we had chosen not to have any kids, not because of career-related reasons, but just because neither of us wanted any. She told me about how she had recently broken up with one of her classmates, because he had been insecure of her "non-feminity", which was ridiculous, because Kajal was an extremely pretty girl. She was of average height for an Indian woman, about 5 ft 3, had a very pretty face, a fair or even milky-white flawless complexion, waist-long hair, was slim and although she was not very buxom, whenever she wore jeans, it was obvious she had some great curves. And although we were both alike in many ways, appearance-wise I was almost her opposite. I have a pretty face too (even if I do say so myself), but I have dusky skin, shoulder-length hair, am tall at 5 ft 9, and while I work out to make sure here is no flab, I am not quite petite, and have rather inconveniently large 36D breasts. The big boobs attracted a lot of welcome and unwelcome attention when I was growing up, but I thought I had now reached the stage in my life when, apart from a few furtive "checking out" looks by men, they had stopped being an issue. Anyway, one day I had stayed behind a little longer at work than usual, catching up on some paperwork. It was almost 8 pm when I got done for the day. When I finished with everything and got up to leave, I noticed there was absolutely no one in the office. This happened frequently enough, so I switched off all the lights, locked the front door with my copy of the key and went to the parking lot. In the parking lot, I noticed there were only two vehicles left. My car, and Kajal's scooter. Seeing her scooter there puzzled me. Ours was a small manufacturing operation that had only one shift, which ended at 5 p.m. Kajal usually spent the second part of her day on the shop-floor and left directly from there. There was really no reason why her scooter should still be around. Unless she got a ride from someone and decided to leave it there. I decided to just double check and make sure nothing was wrong. I took my cellphone out of the purse and called Kajal's number. It rang for about a minute, and then I heard the standard message "The person you are calling is not answering their phone." I decided to call once more. Same result. I called again, and this time, the message came on after just 3 rings, as if someone had opted to ignore the call. This got me really worried. Fearing the worst, I decided to check the shop floor in the basement. I went down the stairs, and saw that the shopfloor was fully lit, but completely deserted. It's a small shop-floor really. We have about two dozen lathes and other kinds of machines, but only 10 workers. And none of them was around. That got me even more worried. If she was not here, and her scooter was still there, and she was not answering her phone, where was she? As I started to walk back towards the stairs to go up, I dialed her number again. As soon as the phone started ringing, my ears picked up something. There it was....very faint but still audible, the "O Fortuna" ringtone that Kajal's phone had. The phone was around here somewhere. Kajal was around too. I was about to yell out her name, when something inside my head stopped me. Maybe it was the ominous paranoid sentiment that O Fortuna always tends to invoke. I had no idea what situation she was in. Maybe she was being held captive by someone against her will. Maybe she was being raped. If so, I could not make my presence known. If someone was indeed holding Kajal captive, they would get me too. The rings stopped and so did the ringtone. I started thinking about whether to call the police or my husband, when I heard, again faint but audible, "hehehehehe"... clearly Kajal's laughter. I followed the voice. It was coming from the back of the shop-floor. And I remembered, that was the changing room for the shop-floor employees, where all the guys changed in and out of their overalls. Taking very small steps I walked towards it. Just to make sure, I called her number again. O Fortuna rang out again, and sure enough, it was coming from the changing room. The door was almost shut, but not completely. There was a window that was closed, but it had small glass squares that one could look in from. Almost on my tiptoes, I went to the window. The ringtone was still audible. I thought of walking in the door, but decided to look from the window first. So I crept up to the window, and peeked inside. The sight I saw almost made me cry out in shock. Kajal was sitting on a mat on the floor, with a beer bottle in her hand. Now normally, that itself might have been shocking. Alcohol is not allowed on the premises, and especially on the shopfloor. But it got worse. Kajal was topless, sitting there only in her jeans. And standing next to her was Heera, one of the shop-floor workers, his erect cock right next to her face. Kajal had a smile on her face and was looking at someone in another corner of the room. Finally. I heard her say, "Yousuf, why don't you just give me the phone and I'll turn the sound off." "No way. I like this music. I hope people keep calling." Yusuf, another worker who I could not see from my vantage point, replied. As soon as he replied, the ringing stopped. "Oh, damn. It stopped." "Haha, you idiot. No one needs to call for you to listen to that music. Here, bring it to me and I'll play it for...mmmppfffffmmmm" She could not complete her sentence. Because Heera, probably running out of patience, grabbed her hair and stuffed his dick into her mouth. "Enough of this phone nonsense. Get back to what you were doing." he laughed and said. Kajal, very obviously quite voluntarily and even enthusiastically, started sucking his dick. I watched dumbfounded as she put the beer bottle on the floor and with her hand, started playing with his balls even as she kept sucking. "Was it her again?" Heera asked, looking at Yousuf. To my surprise, a different voice answered. "Yes, the same bitch - Kanika. Is she in love with you or something, Kajal? How many times is she gonna call?" I guessed this to be the voice of Babu, the oldest of the shop-floor workers, easily in his 50s. He was there too? This really took me by surprise. I mean, sure, I was surprised to see Kajal here having sex with Heera and, possibly Yousuf. But I gotta say, both those men, in their mid-20s were not at all bad looking. But Babu? He was old enough to be Kajal's father. And not much to look at. "HAHA, maybe she is. She could be a lesbian, you know?" Yousuf said with a cackle. What happened next kinda made me happy in a vain way. Kajal took Heera's cock out of her mouth and defending me said, "Shut up, you assholes. Don't talk trash about her. She is my friend. And she is not a lesbian. She is married." "Yeah, sure, married for as long as she has been here. And yet no kids. What does that tell you?" Babu said. "It's unnatural. Either her husband is impotent, or then she is a lesbian." "Shut up, Babu!" Kajal said "She and her husband have chosen not to have kids. A sentiment you will never understand, with your brood of 10 kids." "Yeah, right! Chosen not to have kids. No one does that." A new fourth voice, which I recognized to be of the new guy whose name I did not know, joined in. God, I wondered, how many men were in the room? Was Kajal going to suck them all? The new guy continued, "But you know, Yousuf, Babu, I don't think she is lesbian. Hell, it would be a shame if she were, with those huuuuge tits. Man, have you guys ever noticed her rack?" All the voices murmured assent and/or appreciation. "Great point, Jaggu" Babu said... ah yes, new guy's name was Jaggu. "Man those tits.... how I'd love to grab them, bite them, and slide my dick between them. There's nothing that turns me on more than big boobs." "Really?" Kajal said very pointedly. "Sweetheart! Come on! You know what I mean!" Babu said. I saw him come into view as he walked towards her and sat down next to her. Grabbing her smallish tits, my guess is B-cup, he said, "Size isn't everything. Your tits are perfectly shaped, tight and so yummy. I am sure Kanika's boobs sag all the way down to her knees." They most certainly do not, I felt like yelling. I am proud of the fact that my boobs are big and yet very tight and firm. There is no sag in them. But one thing was for sure. This whole discussion centering around me was having a mild effect on me. I was curious to see what they would say next. Babu playing with her tits made Kajal laugh, and she gave him a peck on his lips. Heera, meanwhile cleared his throat very impatiently, and Kajal took his dick back in her mouth. "You know, Kajal." Jaggu said, "That Kanika sure is one hot bitch. And have you seen how she is snapping at everyone? I am sure she doesn't get any sex from her husband and is frustrated. You should do her a favor, and bring her to us. We'll fuck her frustration away." Kajal was about to take Heera's dick out and say something, but Heera had clearly grown wiser by now. Grabbing her hair he held her head in place, not allowing her to take his dick out. Kajal made some muffled humming sounds as if to speak, but realizing that Heera had no intention of letting go, fell silent. "Another thing is... that Kanika is a big girl isn't she? Not fat... I don't think she is fat... just nicely built, like some of the farmgirls back home in our village. Like..... Hema Malini!" Yousuf added his take. That compliment comparing me to the Bollywood legend made me smile. I was always concerned that my big frame made some people think of me as fat, and was glad to know these men didn't think so. "Oh yes, really hot. You know what I'd like to do?" Jaggu said. "I'd like to make her get on her hands and knees, in front of a mirror. Then spank that amazing ass. Ever seen how great her ass looks when she wears trousers or jeans? Round and perfectly curved. I'd spank her ass, like I spanked Kajal's last time, for a good five minutes or so." Last time? So she had slept with these men before? "Then I'd fuck her hard, doggy style. Ramming really hard, and watch in the mirror as her huge tits swing back and forth, back and forth." There were murmurs and moans of approval. What Jaggu said, and the animalistic way in which he said it, really turned me on too. Truth be told, things had been a little quiet in the bedroom between me and Rohan. He had been having erectile dysfunction issues. And whenever I hinted at visiting a doctor and getting some medication, he would act very offended and say there was nothing wrong, he was just tired and stressed. This had been going on for almost a year now. We had "proper" sex maybe only once a month when his erection lasted long enough. The other times, when he lost it midways, he would be considerate and go down on me, but it wasn't as satisfying. Watching this incredible scene unfold in front of me, and listening to Jaggu describe his fantasies about me in detail had turned me on. It also seemed to have spurred the others on into some sort of a narration contest, because Yousuf said, "You know what I'd do? I'd take Kanika up to the office late one night. Make her lie down on her own glass-covered table, her head hanging over the edge, and then fuck her. Grabbing her tits, biting them, pinching her nipples. Then I'd turn her over, and maker her lie face down on the table, so the glass surface squishes her huge tits. And then fuck her from behind. And then finally, take it out just before cumming, make her bend down, and spray it all over her face. Like I sprayed it all over Kajal's face last time. My white jizz on Kanika's dusky face will just look awesome. Then I'd make her lick my dick clean." Oh my god. This was even hotter. I had often fantasized about being fucked on my table. But it had always been Rohan in those fantasies. Once, I even suggested to him that since I had keys, we should go to the office late at night, and do it. But Rohan had never been one to take too many risks. Said, what if we got caught. It would destroy us forever. I closed my eyes, and imagined tall, lean and handsome Yousuf fucking me as the glass surface of the table squished my boobs. And that is when I crossed a line. Making sure I wasn't breathing too heavily, I quietly unbuttoned my trousers, and slipped my hand down my panties to my clit. Yousuf's fantasy clearly had an effect on the others too. Especially Kajal. She took Heera's dick out of her mouth, grabbed Babu by the collar, pulled him towards her and said in a throaty voice, "Fuck me, Babu. Strip me naked and fuck me RIGHT NOW!!!" Babu did not hesitate. In ten seconds, he had her jeans off, followed by her panties. He took off his own clothes in a jiffy, got fully naked, got down on his knees and rammed his surprisingly long cock into Kajal's hungry pussy. It looked about 10 inches long. "MMHMMfFPPMMHHH" Kajal moaned, as Babu started fucking her slow and hard. I was impressed at Babu's technique. I would have expected an ugly old man like him to just buck Kajal like a goat and shoot his wad. But Babu was clearly savoring every stroke. Kajal now lay down on the ground, and Heera kneeled down to keep feeding her his cock. Yousuf and Jaggu too got up, got naked and started playing with Kajal's body. "You know what I would like to do?" Babu said in a surprisingly level voice even as he kept fucking Kajal, "I would get Kanika naked, make her lie down right here on her back. Then I would get a naked Kajal to lie down on top of her, facing upwards. You know, stack them on top of each other. Their pussies one above the other. Then, just like I am fucking Kajal right now, fuck them one by one. Ten strokes for Kanika, then I take my dick out, move it a couple of inches higher, and ten strokes for Kajal, then again ten strokes for Kanika..." "Fuck man, that'd be hot..." Heera said, his voice high pitched as if he was nearing his orgasm. "..wait, I am not done yet. After about ten minutes like that, I'd turn them around. Make Kanika get on her knees, and show me her nice big ass, and then make Kajal climb on top of her, facing down. Making it a stack of asses. Then fuck them doggy style again, 10 strokes at a time..." "Ohhh...Mannnnnnn" Heera exclaimed and grabbed hold of Kajal's head and jerked his hips, clearly shooting her seed into her mouth. As Heera moved away, I saw no sign of the cum on her face or mouth. She had obviously swallowed the whole load very nonchalantly. "...and while I fuck them one by one, both Kajal and Kanika will have one dick each of you guys in their mouths.... just picture the scene guys...." "OHHHHH.....HMMHMMMMMMM" Kanika started wailing, as her first orgasm hit her. She groaned some more, thrashed around for about 30 seconds and then finally calmed down as the orgasm subsided. Babu's long cock reaching the insides of her cunt, combined with his erotic narration had pushed her over the line. And it pushed me over the line too. My fingers had been working overtime all this while, and watching Kajal thrash about made me orgasm too. With great effort, I stayed silent as the orgasm rippled through me. For a while, I seriously considered going inside and joining the orgy. But the implications of that seemed too much to face. So I quickly buttoned up my trousers, and even as I kept hearing the groans and moans and slurps and the noises of skin slapping against skin from inside the room, I decided to leave. Turned around, quickly, but with soft steps, retreated towards the stairs, up the stairs and got in my car. Throughout my ride home, I kept replaying in my head the scenes I had seen. I was so distracted, it's a miracle I did not get into an accident. When I got home, as soon as I was in the door, I almost jumped on Rohan and started kissing him. I needed to be fucked and I needed to be fucked right then and there. "Fuck me, Rohan. Fuck right now. Right here on the living room floor." I said in his ear as I reached down to unbutton his pants. He seemed taken aback and even tentative. I unbutton his pants, and pulled his flaccid cock out, and felt a little disappointed. I thought my horniness must have turned him on by now. Oh well, I thought and took off all my clothes and got naked. I got on my knees in front of him naked right there in the living room and started sucking on his cock, trying to cajole some life into it. Five minutes later we were both sitting quietly on the couch. Despite everything I had tried with my mouth, Rohan's cock had refused to respond. My disappointment, which I usually kept hidden in such situations, was very obvious on my face. Rohan, perhaps noticing that, said, "Sorry honey... it's just...been a long day... and I felt too much pressure in the situation... the way you jumped on me... it just wasn't like you." "It's OK." I curtly said. Got up, changed into some home clothes and went into the kitchen ----------- Rohan and I finished our dinner with very little conversation. In an hour or so, both of us were in bed. He was asleep within minutes, but I stayed awake, tossing and turning, thinking about what I had seen. At about midnight, I got a text message from Kajal - "Sorry K, was in movie n ph was silent. talk tya tomm". That made me wonder.... had she been with those guys all this while? Had they been banging her for almost 4 hours? The next day at work with Kajal, I tried hard to act as if nothing had happened, and I think I succeeded. She was her usual talkative and vivacious self. We talked during the morning, had lunch together, and then talked some more in the coffee break. I thought of bringing up the subject of the shop floor guys indirectly, thinking maybe she'd take me into confidence. "So how are the shop floor guys treating you? Are they polite?" I asked. "Oh yes, they are total sweethearts. Very nice guys. There were a couple of them that I had some major disagreements and arguments with, but it all got" she paused and smiled mysteriously, "well, sorted out."