8 comments/ 46157 views/ 7 favorites Indoor Beach Party By: sagethorns Authors Note: This story is entirely a work of fiction from my depths of my creative and sometimes disturbed mind. I've been a long time reader but this is my first story submission. I welcome all comments. ----------------------------------------------- It had become an annual tradition, growing with passing every year: A party at Sophia's house. Just for the girls; husbands and boyfriends not allowed. It started out as a few close friends had now turned into a pretty good gathering. This year there would be more than 20. Of course he and Sophia had been working their butts off trying to get everything ready. Three trips for liquor. That was the most important part. Then cleaning, food prep ... and today of all days the air conditioning unit died. It was 20 years old and didn't owe them anything. Sophia had begged and pleaded to have someone come out today and replace it. But in the middle of summer, on what may be the hottest day of the year: no chance. She quietly suggested sexual favors to the man on the phone. Nothing. Even at 10 AM, the sweat trickled down his face and arms as he chopped vegetables. The windows were thrown wide open, hoping for a breath of air. They talked about it and he suggested that they get a few fans going in the windows and maybe even suggest that people bring their bathing suits. The hot tub was left to ambient temperature in the summer and could provide relief to 8 at a time or 10 if they were good friends. Heck they could even turn on the sprinkler and run through it like the kids. She really liked that idea and a flurry of e-mails to the guests and they had themselves an indoor beach party. What was his role in all of this? He played chef, waiter, bartender, bus boy, dishwasher, handyman...whatever was required to keep the party going. He tried to make himself as invisible as possible but he had known most of these women for a long time. He was a shoulder to cry on when Mandy's boyfriend broke up with her (with complimentary ice cream). He played financial advisor, comedian, and all sorts of social functions. He had become one of the girls and it didn't bother him one little bit. These were a fun group of girls and the party was always a blast. He'd taken a 20 min nap in the basement. He felt refreshed although it was still damn hot. He tried to decide what to wear. It was a beach party, so he decided on a pair of board shorts and a flowy shirt with buttons down the front. Darn the board shorts were too loose. He'd trimmed a little weight and had been working out and it showed. Since he didn't have time to replace them, he guessed he'd be hiking them up all evening. He went to wake her. She was sleeping soundly; her hair had that wild untamed look that was a nightmare for her to manage. He loved it. It was primal. She'd kicked off the sheets and her white cotton tank top was hiked, exposing her midriff and white cotton panties. Growl. She looked so fuckable. No time for that. He decided to play with her a bit. He snuck up beside the bed and blew a cool stream of wind across her abdomen just above her waistband. The thin hairs stood on end. He blew a second stream across the exposed skin in the v of her tank top. He gently pulled her hair away from her neck and blew another across the nape of her neck. She moaned. He then blew a line of hot kisses, starting at her tank top across her abdomen down to her waist band. She moaned quietly and rolled slightly, spreading her legs. She was such a lovely slut and when she was like this. Her eyelids were flickering with REM sleep and he wondered what she was dreaming about. But it was time to get up. He smacked her butt twice "Time to get up. It's party time." He was busy getting out plates of hors d'oeuvres when she walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a flowy print dress that had thin straps and was cut mid thigh. In the heat, it clung to every curve of her beautiful figure. She walked over to him and wrapped her hands around his hips. "You look delicious," she said as she squeezed his ass. Her other hand slipped under his shirt and her fingers walked up his flat stomach. He put down the plate and wrapped his hands around her hips. She was wearing a thong. She didn't wear them often enough he thought. He rubbed his hands along the seams. "Oh this? It's new." She broke the embrace, took a couple of steps back and curtsied lifting her dress high above her hips. It was completely shear showing the clean outline of her oval trimmed pubic hair. She did a spin flashing the soft round globes of her ass. Mmmm. The first to arrive was Samantha, her longtime friend. If there was a party, Samantha was the first to arrive and the last to leave. She could get into trouble in a church on Sunday. She flew through boyfriends and when she got drunk she liked to talk about her sexcapades. She always had a funny story. Last year at the party she told a story about she and a boyfriend had been partying and ended up hooking up in a photo booth at the mall. One of the other girls said bullshit and Samantha pulled a photo out of her purse showing the back of his head, his naked torso and her legs planted on either side of the camera around him. "Damn, you weren't kidding, it's hot in here." She stripped off her shirt revealing a skimpy string bikini top and jean short bottoms. "What's your Poison?" he asked slipping into the bartender role. "Tequila. It's been a hectic week and I need to unwind in a hurry. No wait put it over ice". Tequila? Already, he thought? It was going to be one of those evenings. People began arriving almost immediately and he was hopping. There wasn't any sort of formal dinner, everyone sort of just grazed all evening. Meaning he was constantly moving with plated of food. Everyone it seemed to have a different version of Beach Party. There were lots of flowy summer dresses. A few had come like Samantha in bikini tops and shorts. A few girls had come in dance wear: shiny metallic form fitting dresses and tops. It seemed a little much to me until he heard that a bunch of them were going clubbing at the late night club afterwards to do some dancing. At one point he was cornered in the kitchen alone by his lovely wife. She pressed herself into him and a sheet of flame ignited between them. After kissing him passionately she leaned back and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. After all the running around he'd been doing it was soaked. She took it off and said "mine" and walked out of the kitchen, her ass swaying suggestively. Unfortunately he'd been letting the loose board shorts sort of hang a little lower than appropriate and now he would be forced to hitch them up continuously. Samantha was the first to crack, "I can't take it anymore!" and ran screaming through the back door and jumped into the hot tub. Ten seconds later "Barkeep! I need service". Everyone laughed. That was the constant refrain for the rest of the night; usually followed by giggles. An hour later he heard a particularly loud squeal "Barkeep, I need service". There were six girls in the giant bathtub. Sophia was holding up her wine glass. She'd changed into her bikini. "And what can I do for you pretty lady" he asked. "More wine please", she said with a slightly drunken slur. "I'm tired. Get it yourself." "What if I gave you incentive" and she reached behind her neck, undoing her bikini top and gave him a quick flash of her breasts. "There is more of that when you return with my drink." He took the rest of the drink orders and returned quickly. When he handed her the drink she undid her top and took his hand and placed it over her wet skin. Five bikini tops slapped to the deck and she turned around quickly seeing all of the other women in the hot tub topless. "Hey, No touching". He passed the drinks around taking in a good appreciative look. Samantha with her glorious breasts in full view said, "Her there big fella, how about you join us" and patted the water between herself and Sophia. Just then another call for "Barkeep I need service" came from inside. "Sorry, maybe later" he replied. Everyone was having a very good time. As the night progressed, he found himself being touched by everyone: a finger glide on his arm, an occasional bump, a hand on his shoulder. At one point while he was cleaning up, a bunch of the women in their summer dresses had decided to turn a fan to point to the ceiling, stand over it, and do their best Marilyn Munroe impersonations. His cock which was already twitchy had started to rise and he quickly ducked behind a counter and pretended to dry dishes. There were all kinds of different style of panties as they danced over the stream of air. Each was trying to outdo one another in sexiness. A co-worker of Sophia's, who was very drunk, turned the fan on high, stood over it with her legs spread and raised her arms. Her dress almost reached climbed over her breasts. Her boy shorts were tight and form fitting giving him a perfect outline of lips of her pussy. Sophia turned the fan on low and looking directly into his eyes danced just for him. It hinted at the sights to come; a flash of hip, an outline of breast. It hinted at love making past and future with wildly suggestive gestures. It was a dance of desire. His temperature was rising and his cock was now fully hard. He kept getting glimpses of her shear white panties and the globes of her ass. When she was done, everyone clapped. Things were winding down a bit; he had gone into the basement to stash some unused supplies. He was pleasantly drunk. It was dark. He was bent over in the closet when Samantha hip checked him from behind. "Hey there big guy can I help." she was almost in the closet herself boxing him in, standing very close. Her hands were behind her back. "I think things are under control, can I help you with something?" "No, but I think I can help you..." She leaned into him pressing her bikini clad breasts into his naked chest. They were still damp from the hot tub. Her skin was cool to the touch. Her hand stroked down his arm. This wasn't like Samantha. There was an unwritten line between them that would never be crossed. They would flirt outrageously but never take it further. It was more a game that neither had entertained winning. "The girls and I would like to thank you for being such a good sport at the party." He felt a click as something hard circled his wrist. "Oh look what I found." He realized that these were his handcuffs. It meant that Samantha had been into their bedroom and into their toy chest. She would have had to have seen all of their toys, their personal perversions. "Sophia is upstairs, being distracted, and the girls and I wanted to make sure her husband was all gift wrapped for her." She was stroking his chest now. "Is that ok?" "I'm not sure. What were you planning?" "I'll leave you in the closet with your hands cuffed to the bar overhead and then I'll send her down. She'll have you all to herself, have her way with you and there is nothing you will be able do about it." He had been turned on for hours. His cock was hardening between them at the thought of his wife's body next to his; taking control. "It seems like someone is ready". She took his other arm, and raised it. He offered no resistance. She pressed her hips to his, grinding slightly. With a click, his hands were secured. Her arms trailed down his, ending by resting on his hips. She started kissing his neck and chest working lower across his abdomen and ending at the top of his board shorts. Her hand trailed up his leg, stopping on the inside of his thigh. His erection was straining against the fabric. She leaned into him wrapping her hands around his waist and whispered into his ear, "I'll be back." and left. He was so turned on. Hopefully he wouldn't have to wait long. He heard footsteps down the stairs. It was dark in the closet with only shadows in the hall. He was blocked by his position from seeing the stairs who it was.. "My, my, you do look delicious". Only it wasn't Sophia, it was Tammy. "Samantha wasn't kidding." Her hands grabbed his waist firmly. "My instructions were to keep you warm." Unlike Samantha her summer dress was dry and her skin was very warm. She let her hands explore all of his exposed skin with her hands and lips. His board shirts had slid down a little more showing the crack of his ass. She planted little kisses down his back ending at the top of his cheeks. She wrapped herself around him from behind with one hand across his chest and the other under his board shorts from below gliding up his thigh stopping just below his giant erection. "Delicious, I could eat you up". She let go and went upstairs. A few minutes later someone else came down. She pressed herself up to him and undid her bikini top. She dragged her naked breasts and erect nipples all over his chest and back. She went down on her knees kissing his belly button. She reached up the legs of his board shorts and grabbed his ass; massaging it. His cock was struggling to get free. She pressed her breasts around his fabric covered cock slowly rubbing it up and down between her warm pillows. She stood up slowly dragging her breasts as she went and then lipped his tiny rock hard nipples. "Very nice" she said as she left. Most of his visitors rubbed themselves all over him; some topless some not. A few would brush his straining cock innocently. He was ready to explode. Mandy arrived and was drunker than most at the party. She was slurring her words noticeably. "I know the instructions, but screw them; I want to properly thank you for your help with that idiot Derek last year." She reached the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. She grabbed the waistband of her underwear and pulled then to the ground. In the shadows he could see her naked silhouette and the thin strip defining her pubic hair. "Mandy, I can't" "Shhhh, I know you love your wife." She pressed herself against him. His skin became hot and prickly. She reached the hem of his board shorts and gently began tugging them downwards. "Mandy, No!" But there was nothing he could do about it. His pants fell to the floor releasing his cock. Her hand gingerly grabbed his balls lifting them; massaging them. He said no again without much conviction. She rubbed herself all over him, relishing in the skin contact. She dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth, sucking vigorously. He was too far gone to offer more than a token resistance. Her lips and tongue felt wonderful. He felt pressure building deep inside him, and she stopped. She stood up and kissed him passionately on lips, tasting of his precum. She nibbled on his ear then picked up her clothes and left. He looked down at his swollen purplish shaft; wet from Mandy's mouth, a steady trail of precum dribbling down its length. He was breathing heavily. He heard more footsteps coming down the stairs and was ready to beg for release. It was Samantha. "Told you I'd be back. She stopped a bit away from him. "It looks like you got yourself into a bit of trouble." She was still wearing the bikini top but now was just wearing the briefest bikini bottoms. He skin was wet from the hot tub. She sat on the carpet in front of him. He turned in the closet to face her directly. She had a desperate kind of hurt look as if she was going through some sort of internal struggle. Her hand slipped under her suit bottoms and she started to finger herself. She closed her eyes and slipped her other hand over a breast pushing the fabric away, fingering her nipples. She quickly started to rock back and forth, grinding her ass into the carpet. She lay on her back and raising her hips, she removed her bottoms. A quick tug and the tops were gone too. Her raised knees were pointed at him, her pussy on full display. Her whole body was grinding back and forth on the carpet as her fingers plunged in and out. Her thumb flicked back and forth against her clit. Her teeth were clenched and she was grunting. Her eyes were fixated on his cock. His cock, impossible as it was, was swollen and engorged with blood making it larger and harder than it had ever been before. He could feel the blood pounding through it. "Oh fuck it, she'll understand" Samantha stopped and stood up. She approached him slowly, her finger still between her legs doing small circles. Desperation filled his eyes. No! She leaned forward so the tip of his cock nestled between the lips of her pussy. There was no other contact between them. She rocked slowly forwards and back. She removed her hand from her pussy and stuck three sticky fingers into his mouth. He tried to turn away. She leaned forward so only her nipples touched his chest. She dragged the rock hard tips against his flesh. He tried to pull his cock away from between her legs but she followed his movements. She waited as if saying, I'm in control. After a moment she turned around and backed into him. She adjusted his cock so that it was resting between her thighs and poking through the front. She ground her ass into his hips slowly in small circles, while fingering herself. He was overcome with sensations. He couldn't. He must hold on. His marriage would be ruined. She started to slide forward and back, the length of his shaft sliding along the insides of her pussy lips. He tried to pull away but she had control. Her breathing had gotten very heavy in the dark confined space of the closet. Her fingers were moving more frantically against her clit. She bent forward resting her free hand on the carpeted floor of the closet. She moved his cock so the tip was right against the opening of her pussy. Her fingers were working furiously as her hips rocked back and forth in very small movements. He watched the tip start spreading her lips. Her rocking motions mingled their collective juices. He tried to pull away, standing on tiptoes but she matched his movements. Please no. Oh god yes. His thoughts were jumbled and confused. He desperately needed release and knew he couldn't control himself much longer. She bent down slightly and adjusted his cock so that it was touching the opening of her little brown rosebud. His cock twitched in her hand. She continued to hold it making sure she could guide it deep in her ass. She pressed her backside into him as he watched helplessly. The tip of his cock spreading the tender flesh as her muscles relaxed. She came hard. Her whole body shook until she could no longer support herself and she collapsed to her knees. After a moment she stood up flushed. He had not come and the precum was streaming down his shaft. Samantha put on her bottoms and tops and leaned forward brushing her lips to his. "Thank you" and walked away unsteadily. He was emotionally spent. His cock had been hard for hours with no relief. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Please no more. Let me go, he thought. Into his view approached Sophia; her own hunger evident on her face. She was un-concerned about how he arrived chained in the closet, naked and with a raging hard on. Her lust and the power she had over her husbands body fulfilled her. She admired his body: the muscled chest, flat rippled abdomen, strong thighs. She paid particular attention to his cock, standing at attention as if wanting to shake her hand. The veins we're puplish and pulsing. It was so beautiful. She decided to tease him, not realizing that all of her friends had been doing that for hours. She started the same dance she'd done in the over the fan, only now she was slowly stripping the clothing away from her. His eyes feasted on every new exposed curve like he was viewing it for the first time. Her breasts heaving with every breath, nipples erect. She removed her shear thong, which was soaked with her juices. She waived it under his nose then left it on his shoulder. She displayed herself in progressively more and more obscene gestures. Indoor Beach Party Ch. 02 Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story Indoor Beach Party. Although this story stands on it's own, you get a better sense of the characters if you read them in order. ----------------------------------------------- He awoke lying on his back with the sun on his face. His little kitten had wrapped her naked frame around him. Her hand was on his cock massaging it gently. Well at least now he knew what woke him up. "Good. You are awake, I'll be right back." She bent down and kissed his cock as she got up. After she had brushed her teeth she stopped in the door frame and posed seductively, her nakedness half in shadow and half illuminated by the sun streaming from the window. It was going to be another very hot day, he thought admiring her curves. "See anything you like?" She postured seductively. "Come over her and let me show you how much I like" They made love for what seemed like hours. Sometimes it was slow and gentle, sometimes hard. There was a mutual sharing of one another's bodies. Not a word was said. They communicated their desires through touches and moans, trading pleasures. They built each other up slowly, and when they finally came together, she was on top with their bodies pressed together. After their breathing died down and his cock started to slip from her pussy she leaned up on her elbows and asked, "How did you end up naked in the closet?" He was immediately nervous, but they always shared everything so he told her whole story. He started with Samantha's initial suggestion and spent a great deal of time whispering to his wife how each woman had touched him. He finished with his promise to Samantha that a punishment was forthcoming. His cock had become rock hard in the retelling and she was grinding her pussy against him. They talked about what Samantha deserved as they ground against one another. As their breathing increased, talking was becoming more difficult. She pulled his cock into her warm canal and they fucked hard and fast; both coming quickly. Sophia agreed that a punishment was in order today and their pillow talk fleshed out a plan as his cock slowly slipped from her pussy. They got up and threw on grubby clothes for cleaning. The air conditioning was still broken so for her that was a cotton tank top and stretchy shorts. For him, by mutual agreement it was tight pair of boxer briefs that were a bit translucent. He usually wore them as underwear but with a causal onlooker might consider them workout gear. His muscular ass was well framed and his cock was completely outlined. It was 10 o'clock when they got up and started preparing a buffet style breakfast: yoghurt, berries, cereal, and fruit salad. Those few that stayed grabbed a quick bit an left for their own air conditioned houses to sleep off the remaining effects of the previous nights party; everyone except Samantha. She always felt a responsibility to help clean up, since she was usually a significant contributor to the mess. Samantha also wore a tight fitting white ribbed tank top that her nipples strained to poke through. On her bottoms she wore a tight pair of workout shorts that she had folded the waistband down so that they rode very low on her hips. She started vacuuming as he picked up garbage, wiped down surfaces and put everything back in their place. He went into the kitchen where Sophia was washing dishes. He picked u pa a towel and started drying them. He wrapped one hand around her hip sliding his hands over her pubic mound. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She turned and grabbed his cock through his shorts. "Yes, right now more than anything." She turned and left him to finish the dishes. Samantha had finished the vacuuming and had come into the kitchen with a handful of dirty glasses. She dumped them into the sink and started washing. Sophia came back into the kitchen wearing a flowery summer dress. "Ok I'm off to my spa appointment. Oh and I think afterwards I'll do some shopping. This heat wave convinced me that I need some more summer stuff. I'll be back just before dinner." She kissed her husband on the cheek and left. He and Samantha washed in silence for a few minutes. "Is she really going to be gone all afternoon?" "She's going for the works; a facial, pedicure, manicure and then a massage. It's been booked for months. You should have heard her complain about how she had nothing to wear. She'll probably try to break the bank account." Samantha smiled knowingly, "We ladies of quality do need our regular upkeep." Samantha swept up some bubbles in her hand and threw them at his face. "Hey!" he said and threw some bubbles back. It turned into a bit of a water fight and both were getting splashed all over. "Enough!" he finally said. Her top had wet spots all over it making her nipples glow through transparent fabric. The skin of his chest glistened with moisture. A little rivulet of water had made a section of his boxers transparent, the tip of his cock clearly visible. She coyly went back to doing the dishes then innocently dumped a cup of water into his crotch. "Hey!" He grabbed her wrist and they wrestled and struggled until his superior strength had her bent forwards over the kitchen table, his wrists around hers. "Are you going to promise to cut this out?" he asked. "No, I won't promise anything," she smiled seductively. "Stay put!" he said with authority and left the kitchen. She quickly stood up, removed her top and pulled down her shorts so that the top of her pussy showed at the front and the most of her ass was exposed. She bent forward at the waist with just her wrists on the kitchen table. She was squeezing her thighs together squirming. "What's going on here?" he asked as he returned. She saw a short section of rope in his hands and smiled. "I've been a bad girl and need to be punished." He quickly secured her wrists to a table leg so that she was still bent over. She tried to move her wrists but the heavy oak table didn't budge. He paused admiring his handiwork and her mostly exposed body. He cleared his throat. "Just so that we are very clear here, what are you expecting to happen right now?" Samantha licked her lips, "I've been a very bad girl and need to be punished in any way you see fit. I've been trying to seduce you for days and I don't care what happens if I get to feel that beautiful hard cock slamming in my pussy." "Oh really now!" said Sophia holding from a behind, a video camera trained on Samantha's face. "You are such a slut. I can't wait to show all our mutual friends what you are like. It's a good thing I forgot my purse." Samantha looked panicked, "Please, NO! I didn't mean for it to go this far." "Yet here you are, tied to my kitchen table, mostly naked, begging to be fucked by my husband. Some friend you are. I can't wait to show this to everyone." In a quiet voice Samantha started sobbing, "Please, I'll do anything." "Samantha, here's the problem. I don't trust you anymore. You'll throw yourself at my husband and as much as I trust him, last night proved that you have no boundaries. I think it's time to teach you some." "What are you going to do?" Samantha asked with a ray of hope in her voice. "You are going to get your wish, well the first part anyway. You are going to be punished, but in my way. And after that we'll see." Sophia put the camera on the counter, leaving it on, and adjusted it so that Samantha's whole body was in the frame. She then spun a chair around backwards and sat down, her legs on either side of the backrest. She started to munch on some leftover popcorn. Smack! His hand landed on the top of Samantha's ass just above her shorts, then another, and another. Her breasts swayed. "Stop." Sophia said. "This won't do, take off her shorts. She needs to be naked for this." Without ceremony, he pulled her shorts to her ankles exposing the white cheeks of her ass and thighs. Even with only a few smacks the contrast between the pink part of her upper globes and the lower parts were remarkable. For 2 min he covered her ass and back of her thighs with slaps. Everywhere glowed a light pink. Samantha was squirming in her bounds. "Open your legs" he commanded. Sophia's hand had slipped under her dress and she fingered herself through her underwear. He worked on Samantha's inner thighs matching the pinkness everywhere. Samantha's legs were starting to get jumpy. "Stop." Sophia asked. She got up off the chair. "I want to do it." She stood behind Samantha and swung her arm in a wide arc landing her hand on right in the center with a loud smack. "Keep your wrist and elbow looser," he instructed. Smack. "Like that? "Yes but you don't need to use such a big arc, you are actually losing speed" Smack, smack, smack, smack. "This is fun! Look at her ass giggle." Samantha started to whimper quietly. Smack, smack. "Ow, my hand is starting to sting; I can't imagine how her ass feels." Sophia rested her hand on Samantha's ass which was squirming uncontrollably. "Her skin is so hot to the touch." Smack, smack. "My hand hurts, you do it" "Why don't you get a ping pong paddle?" he suggested "Ooohhh, great idea!" Sophia said and she went into the basement. Samantha's hips was still squirming and tears were streaming down her face, "I guess I deserved this. She's really angry isn't she?" "She was ready to strangle you in your sleep this morning, but I talked her out of it." "You told her about last night?" "Yes, but I suggested another way. You probably won't be able to sit for a week." Sophia returned carrying two ping pong paddles. "Ok Studly, how do I use these things?" offering him the blue one. "Use a quick snapping motion with very loose wrists and light pressure, like this." SMACK. "Ow ow ow ow," Samantha started. "Ok let me try." SMACK. "Oh shit that hurts," Samantha wailed. "Be quiet you," he chastised. "Honey, use less arm. It's just a flick of the wrist." SMACK. "Like this?" SMACK "Better." They alternated, each landing a blow on the cheek next to them for about 10 additional strokes. Samantha's ass was bright red all over, tears were running down her face her hips were trying to escape the fury being unleashed against them. "Please stop! Ouch. I'll do anything. Ouch. It hurts!" "Ok I think that's enough of the paddle for now." He said as he put the paddle down. He used his hand for a few strokes right at the crease of her ass and thighs in a lifting motion that caused Samantha to jump at every strike. He stopped leaving Samantha to sob and squirm from the pain and heat coming from her ass. They admired their work, "Nice color," Sophia commented as Samantha continued her squirming. "Do you see the stream of wetness between her legs. She's so turned on right now." He reached between her shivering globes and wiped his hand against her sopping wet pussy. Samantha moaned. "See?" Sophia reached between her legs, "Wow does my pussy get so hot to the touch?" she asked looking at the moisture on her hand. "It gets hotter, usually." Samantha was sniffling quietly as her two tormentors admired their handiwork. "What's next?' Sophia asked. "Well this kind of punishment doesn't seem to be working, let's try something else." He untied her from the table leaving her wrists together and led a meek Samantha to the spare bedroom. He got her to lie down on her back on the bed and secured her hands above her head. Sophia came in with their toy box. A blindfold was put over Samantha's eyes and her legs were spread wide and secured to the bed corners. "My god, her pussy is a gooey mess isn't it?" Sophia commented looking at Samantha's open slit. "Yep. It's time for us to get to work." They each grabbed a vibrator and started working them all over Samantha's body getting close to her breasts and pussy but never actually making contact. Samantha's body responded immediately trying to get as much contact with the little devices as possible. Each new touch was in a different place. He put down his toy and grabbed both of Samantha's breasts squeezing them firmly and massaging them roughly. Samantha arched her back pushing the globes into his hands. Sophia gentle touched the tip of her vibe to Samantha's clit. Samantha moaned, "Oh god yes!" Sophia continued to work the vibe against Samantha's clit in light little touches that was driving Samantha wild. Her breasts were being expertly played, fondled and teased. Her orgasm seemed inevitable when suddenly all contact stopped. "What?!" she exclaimed, her body writhing against the sheets. "Please, don't stop!" She lifted her head from the bed her breath in short shallow gasps. "Please let me come!" They watched Samantha's frustration, together. "Hey studly, you should leave for bit, I'll come and get you." Sophia said. After the door closed she stripped off her sun dress and panties and straddled Samantha's head. "Ok, my little slut, lick my pussy and do it well or we're going to start playing paddy cake on your ass with the paddles again." She lowered her pussy on Samantha's face. Samantha licked her hungrily. "Mmm that's nice." Sophia let her eyes close to focus on the sensations. She would never be doing this normally but she was in lust with the power she had over Samantha. "That's it lick my clit, suck on it. Make me come all over your face." What nasty words, she thought. Samantha was doing a wonderful job. Her tongue had just enough pressure and was darting and teasing bringing her closer to orgasm. She was so horny. Sophia had been fucked twice in 12 hours and was hungry for more. She came quickly almost drowning Samantha with the gush of her own desire. She got up unsteadily and left the room. Whispering to her husband, "Ok do what you want with her but neither of you are allowed to come. Also I don't want your cock in her pussy. I'm going for a nap. Wake me up in a bit" He entered the spare bedroom and noticed that Samantha's face was slick with moisture. Samantha was licking her lips trying her best to clean herself off. He bent over her and kissed her. Samantha hungrily kissed him back, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. "You taste just like my wife's pussy. Mmmm" "Please, fuck me. Make me come. I'll be your little fuck toy. You can have me whenever you want. You can fuck me deep in the ass; whatever you want." He silenced her with a long slurp of his tongue against her pussy ending at her clit. She groaned loudly. He worked his dexterous tongue all around her pussy; sticking it deep inside her, flicking back and forth around her clit always slowing down or stopping of she got to close. "Please I need to come. I'm desperate. Let me fuck you. I'll ride you like you've never been ridden before. Please make me come." Her constant begging was starting to annoy him a bit so he decided to change tactics. He climbed on the bed straddling her chest. He leaned on his hands lifting his hips until he was doing a straddle push up with his cock lined up with her mouth. "I wonder how many push ups I can do today," he said as he dipped his cock into her mouth. She swallowed him hungrily. He pushed up just a little leaving the tip still in her mouth. "That's one". He lowered himself a little further, she gagged slightly then he lifted up still leaving the tip in her mouth. "That's two." After a few more he got a feeling for how deep he could go. She was panting between strokes. "You know, when I was younger I could do 100 push ups with out any problem." He continued driving his cock into her mouth. It was so carnal. He varied pace and depth sometime with a lot of little strokes followed but a deep one. She occasionally tried to twist away and he would back off a bit. He felt himself getting close to coming and he got up. Samantha was panting heavily. He immediately dove his tongue back against her pussy. She groaned. "I still have a lot of push ups in me so if you aren't quiet, I'd love the exercise For almost an hour he teased and tortured her never allowing her to come. There were tears out of the corner of her eyes she was so frustrated. His tongue was getting tired. He went to wake his wife. "What's next?" he asked. She whispered her next to him. "Oh that's excellent. I'm so horny" They went back into the spare bedroom. He untied Samantha's arms and retied them by her sides. Sophia removed the blindfold. Samantha blinked in the light. Sophia sat on her chest facing Samantha's feet and stuffed a large dildo in Samantha's pussy. Samantha grunted. A small vibe was turned on its lowest setting and Sophia started playing with it again Samantha's clit. Samantha tried to squirm. Sophia raised her hips until she was on all fours, her husband straddled Samantha's head. He put the tip of his cock against the opening to his wife's pussy. "This is what you are missing," Sophia announced as she worked the vibe around Samantha's clit. "Doesn't my husband have a beautiful cock? It's so hard and it feels so good. Samantha tried to turn her head but it was held firm by his knees. He pressed forward slowly and Samantha was forced to watch his cock split Sophia's pussy merely inches from her face. "Oh my god he's huge. Ugg." She shivered. "Come on show this slut what a good lover you are." Needing no further encouragement he fucked his wife for all he was worth. Occasionally his balls would slap against Samantha's face. Sophia's hips were driving back into his with every thrust. Her attention against Samantha's clit was lost in her own passion. They lasted as long as they could both wanting to torture Samantha with what she could never have. They came together in a long extended orgasm that sent streams of white fluid shooting from Sophia's pussy all over Samantha's face, cheek, and pooling down her neck. They collapse forwards uncaring if they crushed Samantha. His cock slowly retracted leaving a pool of stick fluid seeping from Sophia's pussy onto Samantha's breasts. He got up first; followed after a moments rest by Sophia. It was now early evening. Samantha pussy was engorged and red from being toyed with for hours. Her ass was still on fire from the paddling. She was covered in spunk on her face and chest. Sophia returned and put her arms spread eagle to the corners of the bed. She pulled out a thin leather belt that she slipped between Samantha's legs, in the crack of her ass and around her hips. To it she attached a small plug. The vibe was inserted into Samantha's pussy and the belts were tightened. Sophia looked directly into Samantha's eyes. "There is a little cup covering you clit and a small vibe in your pussy. They are both on their lowest settings. You won't be able to come. The batteries shouldn't last much more than six hours. Well maybe eight. Have a good evening." Sophia left the spare bedroom to find her husband already asleep on their bed. She wrapped herself around him and fell fast asleep. Indoor Beach Party Her body, still moving to an imaginary beat, approached him and she gently put her lips to his. The spark of long time lovers ignited between them. Their needs were too great. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and kissed him hungrily. She lifted her legs around his hips and impaled all of her weight upon on his shaft. Her rhythm was insistent but not urgent. He tried to control the pace but he had no leverage. Everything was in her control. She was rubbing herself against him as much as sliding up and down his cock. She could feel the surge of semen flow inter her as he came. She didn't break pace and continued rubbing her whole body against his, her focus on rubbing her clit against his pubic bone in the best way. Her pleasure mattered not his. He didn't lose his erection. In fact, it didn't change at all. The sweat was pouring off their bodies. His arms ached from being above his head for so long. His cock ached from being teased so mercilessly. It was being soothed by a hot tight envelope. Still she bounced, ground and rubbed. He was trying to match her rhythm. The muscles in his thighs and ass mimicked hers. His hips rocked increasing penetration with every thrust. He used his pelvic muscles to stiffen his cock as she withdrew. She was oblivious to his little movements. His cock felt so wonderful inside her. She could feel the pressure building inside her. Her breathing quickened. Her pace quickened. She was no longer rubbing herself against him. She wanted his cock thrusting as deep and as hard as he could. She was bouncing up and down on his shaft with all her weight; her breasts bouncing in harmony. He bent at the knees slightly, rocked his hips and slammed his cock into her from below. All of their tension that had built through the evening combined for an earth shattering orgasm for both of them. There were no words or noises necessary, just the shaking and convulsive release of tension. She was breathing heavily over his shoulder. Her thighs were sore holding herself up and she climbed off him carefully. Her legs sort of gave out and she collapsed at his feet. Two loads of thick white spunk were leaking from her pussy and down her leg. She stood up unsteady on her feet, retrieved the key and unlocked his wrists. They kneeled on the ground together leaning against one another for support. He was thirsty and very tired. "I'm heading to bed. Do you want help?" he gestured. "Sure." They didn't bother getting dressed and he carried her up the stairs and put her into bed. Still thirsty he went to get water from the kitchen, oblivious to his nudity. He stopped in the living room and surveyed the house. It wasn't in too bad of shape. Several mostly naked women were passed out on various pieces of furniture. A movement caught his eye. Samantha was lying on her back on the sofa fingering her self slowly. Again. Her bikini bottoms were around her ankles. She looked at him with a dreamy look in her eye. "I'm sorry I pushed things so far earlier, I sort of lost control," she said slowing her finger movements, but not stopping them. He paused for a moment watching her glistening fingers work. "And what about now?" "Well, I'm sorry again. I sort of watched the two of you fucking downstairs from the stairs. It made me very horny and I need a good long hard fucking. But it won't be you. It will just have to be my faithful fingers. You can watch if you want. I owe you that." and she closed her eyes and breathed out a long breath. "What I should do is drag you to the basement, turn you over my knee, and spank that smart-alec ass of your until glows red in the dark." Samantha's eyes opened in surprise and shock, then she smiled, "Yes I deserve that. mmmmm. I've been a bad girl." Samantha rolled over on her stomach and stuck her ass in the air inviting him, her fingers never leaving her pussy. "A VERY bad girl." He watched her for a minute as her ecstasy was building inside her. She looked him in the eye and with her free hand smacked herself on the ass. "Ouch... oh I've been a bad girl". A red glow grew from her pale pink flesh. His cock wanted nothing more than to rain a flurry slappy wacks against her ass, but that's what almost got them into trouble an hour ago. "No, Samantha you would enjoy that too much right now. I'm going to think of something more appropriate. I think I'll let Sophia help me pick your punishment. But it will come, count on it. Have a good sleep." He turned and left for bed. He glanced over his shoulder to get one last look at what he was giving up. Samantha had closed her eyes and was spanking herself as best as she could, her fingers working furiously. He looked away and walked into his bedroom. He crawled in bed beside his naked wife and wrapped his naked body around hers. His stiff cock nestled between her thighs. In sleep she pushed her ass back into him. He fell into a blissful sleep.