2 comments/ 20629 views/ 10 favorites The Pleasure of Strangers By: Concerto_in_A An extensive re-working of "Dinner Interrupted" * Chapter 1 Its hard to believe it happened. The whole experience was so other-worldly. But the blood I cleaned from my bra and the carpet left no doubt it had happened. Gary had told me on the phone during the day that he was having a rough one. OK, I thought, I'm his wife and partner. I can't change what's happening at the office, but I can make him feel better once he gets home. I'll prepare a dinner of comfort food, then I'll provide him with comfort of another kind. I've always been a can-do girl and this was something I knew I could do. It was warm so I planned dinner on our patio. It's quite a private place. Lush plantings offer beauty and privacy on either side while the back lawn flows into a dense wood. Often after dinner, we'll sit with a glass of wine. Soon our bodies would be entwined. A chaise with a thick pad has frequently, blissfully cushioned my hips. This could be one of those times after, or, if he wanted, during dinner. We'd either just stay out on the patio until we were exhausted or have dessert in the bedroom. Just to be sure I prepared both places for an evening of sex. I was getting aroused just doing the planning. I began to consider my attire for the evening. I didn't want to be naked when he got home, of course. That would too much, though he does like that on occasion. Tonight I wanted to be dressed so even with his mind on a bad work day, there could be no question where the evening would end. I went to the bedroom thinking about what I wanted him to see when he walked in the door this evening. Looking in the mirror I saw an attractive young wife, hair pinned up, dressed in an old t-shirt and cutoffs. Old tennis shoes and white socks completed the outfit. I loosened my hair letting it fall to my shoulders. That was a start. I brushed it to put some shine in it. What would he like to see when he got home? What outfit would tell him what I wanted him to know? I kicked my shoes to the side and pulled my socks off. The t-shirt followed and lay at my feet. The shapeless bra had to go, too. I unfastened it and let it slide slowly down my arms, the way he liked. I paused, watching in the mirror as my breasts were bared and my nipples appeared. I let it fall, just the way he liked. Looking at myself in the mirror again I felt good about my body, especially my breasts. He never failed to complement their size and smoothness, and the way the nipples turned up, just a bit especially when they were hard. He loved to cup my breasts and suck on my nipples. I positioned my hands under them touching them lightly. Looking at myself in the mirror sent a small thrill down my body covering me with goosebumps. It was almost like watching someone else touching me. I raised my breasts slightly feeling their weight, sensing their softness as I stroked slowly. God was I getting hot. I let them down. Still moving my hands slowly and watching myself in the mirror I found the button on my shorts and opened them. I folded the fabric back at the fly as I pulled the zipper down. I watched intently as my panties come into view. With the zipper down, I let the shorts fall and stepped out of them. My panties would have to go as well. Hipster cut, fairly opaque they did nothing really sexy. Should I wear a thong? From my drawer I pulled a thong and a rather sheer pair of bikini cut panties. I pushed the hipsters to the floor then stood, a naked girl in the mirror. I let the panties I was holding drop and stood gazing narcissisticly in the mirror. I liked what I saw and I knew Gary liked it too. As I thought about the evening, I began to lightly tease my nipples. They hardened. Maybe I'm not supposed to, but I watched in the mirror as my nipples engorged. Spreading my legs I continued to watch myself as I lightly circled my clit with my finger. It felt so good and I felt so naughty masturbating in front of a mirror. It was hypnotic watching my finger, feeling my increasing arousal. I stared at my pussy and my circling finger as I fantasized about tonight. I could almost feel Gary's cock entering me. I slid a finger inside as though it was Gary. Spreading my lips, I watched myself put a second finger where his cock would go. Oh, god, it felt so good. I pulled them out. I pushed them back in. It wasn't long before, almost involuntarily, the speed and force increased. I began to pant. I dripped on the floor. Finally I put my head against the mirror and finished with my heart racing. Would it be OK if I did just once more? I found I had no choice. Still panting and leaning against the mirror, I closed my eyes and circled my clit until that intense thrill swept through my body again. I stopped, almost painfully wanting more. Needed to save something. No, just a little more. I found my nipple rouge and began lightly coloring the tips of my breasts. I was sure it was OK to rub my nipples as long as I was coloring them. It felt so good. Don't do it enough to cum again. Stop now. I did. I stopped. I sat for a few minutes to calm my sexual flush. When my breathing slowed, I pulled on the thong. No, I thought, it just wasn't right for tonight. Too slutty. The bikini cut seemed a good compromise. Their sheerness was about right and they weren't as slutty as the thong. Just about right I thought. I selected a bra to go with the panties. It was sheer without being transparent, and low cut; a good companion to the panties. When he got my shirt off, he'd be able to see the color of my nipples through the bra. Likewise, when my shorts were off he'd have a good view of what lay beneath my panties. Should I add color there, too, I wondered. Maybe just a little. It felt so good. The afternoon was waning. I needed to finish getting ready. Underwear on I added a casual, but low cut t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The t-shirt was a light blue and cut low enough that any woman with even the slightest cleavage would attract a man's eye. The tightness would reveal even the tiniest hardening of my nipples; sexy enough even a husband would notice. The navy shorts showed off my legs well, but were long enough that my cheeks weren't rudely exposed. They were just tight enough that they gave me a slight camel toe. He always noticed that on me, and other women. Finally, I decided I'd go barefoot. I think there's something about a barefoot wife that makes her appear submissive. Gary likes me to be submissive, though not all the time, but that's another story. Dinner would be simple, a couple of steaks from the freezer with classic trimmings. I'd be the dessert. The whole plan was simple. He'd come in to find me barefoot in the kitchen. I'd make him a drink. We'd sit on the deck for a few minutes and talk. He'd change and I'd assign him to do the steaks on the grill. I'd get him a beer and we'd chat while he did the steaks. We'd eat and clean up. Through all of this I'd be making it clear that I was looking forward to having that hard prick of his stuck well up my pussy. I'd take him to the bedroom and let it happen. I fully expected that by the time I got to the bedroom, I'd be completely naked. There was some possibility that we'd never make it to the bedroom. As I said earlier it was possible that the patio would suffice for at least the first time around. I was hot again, but I didn't go back to the mirror. Chapter 2 By the time I expected Gary home, I had everything in place including perfume between my breasts and in other essential areas. Six fifteen or so the door opened. Gary said something like Hi, but he never got it out. A loud crashing and stamping accompanied by Gary shouting at someone telling them to get out. I started for the door, but was met by Gary being pushed into the kitchen by another man. I could see a woman in the background. Gary turned to try to hit his assailant, but his assailant managed to hit him again and again. I screamed, as Gary fell and lay still. I dropped to my knees to see how badly hurt he was. He was bleeding and groggy. I had no idea how badly hurt he might be. The attacker grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet. "Shut up," he screamed in my face. Spittle accompanied his outburst landing on my cheek and nose. He backhanded me knocking me to the floor. I was so confused I stopped screaming and suddenly everything became quiet. "That's better," he said. "Now, lie flat on the floor spread eagle. Don't move and don't make any noise." He was big, he was mean, and he had some sort of handgun. I did what he told me to do. Turning my head I could just see him out of the corner of my eye. He ignored me as I lay on the cool linoleum floor except to look in my direction occasionally as if to be sure I didn't move. He raised Gary and put him in one of our kitchen chairs. I couldn't believe how strong he was. He had brought rope which he used to tie Gary to the chair. He told me to get on my hands and knees and crawl ahead of him as he and the woman dragged the chair with Gary tied to it into the living room. I got on my hands and knees and did as he ordered. We moved slowly across the kitchen floor, across the hallway and into the living room. I got as far as the middle of the living room before he told me to stop. Throughout the short journey I was trying to think of how I was going to get us out of this, even though I wasn't really sure what was going on. "Who are you," I stammered. "What are you doing here? What do you want?" The man came over to where I cowered on all fours. "Stand up," he shouted down at me. He sounded so very angry I obeyed as quickly as I could. As soon as I was on my feet he backhanded me again knocking me to the floor. I hit my head on the way down opening a cut on my forehead. I put my hand to my face and found blood coming from my mouth and from the cut on my head. I burst into tears. "Do you understand, 'Shut Up'," now," he yelled leaning down into my face. I nodded and said nothing further. "We are your worst nightmare, lady. You will do everything we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it. You got that? Just nod." I nodded, cringing, afraid of another blow. "Now stand up." I stood. Fearful of being hit again I kept my head down. "You and I are going to find some rags and a pair of scissors," he hissed in my face. "Now move." I led him back to the kitchen and offered a pair of kitchen scissors and some rags. "These should do fine. Now back to your husband." Again I led the way dripping blood on the floor and carpet. This time he didn't make me crawl. "Gag him," he said handing a rag of about the right size to me. Gary was still out of it, but seemed to be breathing OK. I took the rag and tied it loosely around his mouth in the form of a gag. Observing that the gag was not especially tight the man said, "That will be OK if everybody cooperates. If not, that gag will go inside his mouth and tight around his head. He could suffocate that way because I don't think he's breathing too well through his nose. You got that? Just nod." I nodded. "Take the scissors and cut off all his clothes," was the next command. I almost said 'What?', but the thought of being backhanded again restrained me. I began cutting. It was very difficult to cut his clothes off while trying to avoid cutting him and cutting the rope. (I was so closely watched that I didn't dare cut the rope.) A gun to Gary's head made me submissive to each directive. I started with his shirt. It took quite a while to reduce the shirt to rags and completely expose his upper body. "Keep going," he said nudging me with the pistol so hard that it was more like being pistol whipped. I looked at what was left and decided on the shoes and socks next. They went quickly requiring no cutting. I unfastened his belt and opened his pants. I was able to get him unzipped which isn't easy for a man who is sitting. I mouthed, 'Can I speak'. "Quietly," he said. "If you will pull him up a bit, I can pull his pants down. Then you could untie one leg at a time and I can pull his pants off. That would be easier than cutting them off." He thought about it for a moment and agreed. Working together, we managed. As his ankles were being bound to the chair again, I looked at what I'd done. Gary now sat in the chair, still quite groggy, completely naked and securely bound. I wondered what he, or I, or the both of us had done to deserve this. There was no option for asking, however, so I kept quiet and waited. "You will stay where we can see you at all times. Do you understand? Just nod." I nodded. I stared at Gary. He continued to come around for which I was grateful. He looked really sexy there trussed up and naked. It reminded me of the times we'd done things like this before. We liked to have 'those kinds of parties'. At one party we'd had he'd been bound in a standing position. We'd lost a sporting bet. I'd been stripped completely naked by the winner of the bet, and 'forced' to give Gary a blow job. Another time we'd won a game or bet or something and Gary had made the female loser let him take off her shirt and bra and play with her breasts. All of those were just in fun and each time everybody ended up screwing their spouse. Well, almost every time. This could have been something similar except for the violence. I began to wonder if this was to have been something like that and things had just accidentally gotten out of hand. These two looked too serious for that, though. Still, I wondered. He noticed me staring at Gary. "That's a pretty small prick," he said. "Just nod if it gets bigger when it gets hard," he asked sarcastically. I nodded. Why the stupid question, I wondered. "Hold your hands apart to show me how big it gets." I held up my hands to indicate what I thought was about right. "That big enough for you," he asked again in the same sarcastic tone. I nodded, getting really nervous about where this was headed. "Get it hard. I want to see how big it gets." Through all of this he was gesturing with his gun. It made me very nervous. Gary was still out it and this wasn't exactly a sexual moment. I didn't know if I could do it. He saw my reluctance. "Put it in your mouth and suck it good," he told me pushing me toward him. He forced me to my knees by pushing down on my shoulders. I knelt and quite willingly took Gary in my mouth. I love to give him blow jobs. It gets him so hot and when he comes, he says it's one of the best orgasms. He always kisses me even when I have his cum in my mouth. So I sucked. Blood dripped onto his thigh. I felt his cock in my mouth getting harder as I sucked and stroked. When he was hard, I stopped and lifted my head. I pointed to it. "Not bad," he said. "I want you to keep him hard so if you see that he's not hard, you suck him until he's good and hard." Strange, I thought, but nodded. I stood and looked around questioningly. He put the gun in a holster on his belt and came around behind me and, taking me roughly by the shoulders, turned me toward Gary. He said nothing, but pulled me tightly against his body. His breathing was slow. As he exhaled his breath flowed around my face. His breath smelled nut-like and was not unpleasant. His body smelled of the exertions of the evening. This manly odor of sweat tinged with effects of tension enveloped me as he pressed his body to mine. He pinioned my arms against my body with his arms as he put his hands directly on my breasts. I know I startled a bit as I felt him grasp me tightly, but his touch was not unwanted. Having him hold me tightly against his muscular body, his hard cock against my butt was having it's intended effect. Gary was watching intently. I thought I saw his cock stiffen slightly as the man claimed me. Not sure of what was happening, and becoming entranced with the moment, I made no move to object. The man's strong fingers began to massage my breasts firmly, but not harshly. The woman looked on with obvious interest, but made no move. Through my light shirt he found and pulled gently at my nipples. They hardened under his touch and became much more sensitive. I think I groaned as I leaned into my captor. His mouth moved from the top of my head down over my ear. He lightly bit my earlobe, then rested his head with his mouth against my neck. I leaned into him knowing he was now sensing the perfume I'd put on for Gary. I could feel him inhaling deeply. Gary watched closely as the man used me as his own. Gary stayed hard. There was blood on my shirt, on the carpet, on Gary's thighs, and on his face, but our injuries were no barrier to the lust both of us were experiencing. The man unfastened my shorts and pulled my shirt up. Chapter 3 I kept thinking this might be a game. One that had just gotten more violent than usual. Or maybe this was the way this particular game was supposed to go. We liked games. Maybe this would turn out all right. Maybe not. Our games were played among friends. These two weren't friends. The blood was no longer dripping, but I still hurt. My mouth was swollen and I expected that my cheeks were bruised. Would this all end with Gary screwing this woman and the guy getting me. That might be the way a game would end. But this just seemed too rough, too violent. Was this the next step in our games? Strangers bursting in. I didn't know what to think. I was scared and I hurt. I was also getting very aroused. I tried to memorize what my captors looked like hoping to be able to describe them if I actually got out of this strange nightmare. Memorizing his looks was made more difficult by his hand which had found its way inside my panties. The guy was dressed in SWAT type get-up; black baggy cargo pants, heavy black long-sleeved shirt, and combat style boots. Height, "about 5' 10" ". If asked, all I would be able to say about his build was that he was "very appealing". What would the police think if I told them that his build was "very appealing"? I better come up with something else, I thought. Perhaps "muscular" would do. As I developed this description I realized that I wanted to stop thinking of them as "the man" and "the woman". They needed names. I looked more closely the man whose reflection I could see in the glass of a picture on the wall. A man that very shortly might be lying atop me sucking at my freshly rouged nipples with his cock impaling me. I exhaled. (Stop thinking like that, I admonished myself.) I'd call him Pierce. He seemed to want to think himself as a James Bond character, so I decided to give him a Bond-type name. So here it was, a guy and a woman I'd never seen before had burst into my house pushing my husband ahead of them and knocking him to the floor unconscious. They forced me to stand in front of my now naked and bound husband with one of them pulling my shirt up having already unfastened my shorts. No, this wasn't the same fun and games we played with our friends. "Pierce" was alternating between playing with my breasts and exploring my pussy. At some of our more interesting parties I'd had other men play with me this way, but this wasn't a party. And I wasn't being asked for permission. I was facing Gary. I watched his cock as I had been instructed. It stayed hard as he watched Pierce run his hands over my bare belly. Pierce pulled the shirt up more. Slowly he uncovered my bra, but stopped at that point. He rubbed my belly again. He slid his hand into my panties. Once inside the elastic he slid his hand further down along my muff now seeking and finding my clit. I jumped back as he did, almost impaling myself on his hard cock. My action only served to have him push harder both from behind and in front. I could feel his fingers circling my clit at first gently then slowly with increasing pressure. My mouth opened. My breathing increased. Keeping a finger on my clit, he inserted another and began to slide it in and out even as he continued rubbing my clit. My breathing betrayed me. The Pleasure of Strangers "You're a really hot slut, aren't you," he whispered though it was loud enough for the other two to hear. His roughly textured voice was rude and exciting. I shook my head violently. "Sure you are," he retorted in that same whisper. "Take your shirt off." Meekly I complied dropping the blue, blood stained shirt at my feet. My rouged nipples were pushing hard against my bra. His hand left my pussy. He unzipped me and pushed my shorts and panties down together. He left them just above my knees. Just enough to uncover me. I almost freaked out being so humiliatingly exposed in front of this man and that strange, silent woman. I twisted, but he held me in place and whispered, "Don't. You don't want any more blood on your carpet." I stopped and felt his hand creep slowly back toward my pussy. My belly quivered as his hand crossed it. Again he found my clit. Then using his other hand he pulled my lips apart. I felt even more naked now than before. Not just naked, he was exposing my most private areas. I twisted and squirmed to move his fingers out of my pussy. "Don't," he said threateningly, his voice like gravel in my ear. I stopped, but my body continued to tremble. "Turn this way so your husband can watch," he said turning me so I was standing in profile to Gary. Now he let go my pussy lips. I felt his damp fingers on my back as he released the catch on my bra. I tried to stop its slide down my arms, but he tore it from me and tossed it to the floor. One cup showed blood that had seeped through my shirt. He released me and knelt positioning his head at crotch height. He held me with his large hands on my butt. I was mesmerized standing naked in front of my husband being used by this enormously sexy man. His tongue reached out and found my clit in the folds of my pussy. He inserted two fingers in my pussy. I watched Gary's cock. It twitched. A dollop of cum appeared. He was really getting off on this! Now the silent woman pulled a chair up alongside Gary and took his cock in her hand. She began rubbing it. Leaning over she licked the droplet of cum from the tip of his cock then continued to stroke. Another droplet appeared. She watched me intently as Pierce used his tongue while she continued her slow masturbation of my husband. I could feel her eyes on my pussy as Pierce stimulated me with his tongue. Only my heavy breathing broke the silence. Pierce continued to use his tongue. I fought my growing arousal. I had never been as hot as I was watching that strange woman stroke my husband while this man licked my clit as I stood in front of them. I felt like a slave for sale. I wanted them to buy me and use me. Pierce stood and from behind began to focus on my oversensitive and hard nipples, stroking and pinching. The woman picked up speed stroking Gary's cock so hard and fast that it might have been painful. He showed no pain only short gasping breaths. He stared at me as though he had been mesmerized. With Pierce working on my most sensitive spots I was on the verge myself when cum shot from Gary's cock. The woman kept stroking, but slowed. Watching another woman make my husband cum, I began to pant as orgasms washed over and through me. My knees began to buckle. Pierce caught me as I crumpled and let me down to the floor. "Spread your legs, honey," Pierce whispered his voice of gravel sending tremors through my body, "I'm going to fuck you now." My pussy clamped at the thought. My god, I needed to be fucked. I was about to be raped and I couldn't wait. He towered over me looking down at my body now helpless as though bound by the strongest ties waiting for him to take me. Pleading with him to take me. Those baggy clothes had hinted at a muscular man, but it was only a hint. Now he would let me see those muscles and his hard cock. Boots first. I was surprised at how quickly he unlaced his boots and kicked them to the side of the room. Pants followed. These were laid aside with a bit more care. Perhaps there was something in them that he needed to be careful about. Explosives, I wondered, my excitement growing as this powerful, violent man exposed himself to me. I was no longer quivering from the orgasms I'd had. I rolled onto my side to get a better view as the pants gave way to bikini cut underwear. Wow, did it look good on those hard buns. In the front they were really well filled out. His cock was in clear relief as it struggled to free itself. I felt myself starting to pant again. The look from Pierce was clear. Be patient, it said, you're going to like it when you get it. I stared at his bulge wantonly. I no longer cared what they thought of me. Returning my stare, Pierce stripped off his shirt. He let me look at him in his black undershirt and bikini underwear. He let me stare for a moment, then pulled off his shirt. His muscles rippled as he raised his arms and pulled the shirt over his head. He removed his underwear. I was sure my breathing gave away the thoughts running through my head but ending in my pussy. Such a fine cock. Pierce was much like my husband, the kind of cock that could give a lady a lot of pleasure, not too big, but definitely not small. It was noticeable for the veins which stood out making it look almost like a ribbed condom. He had no tattoos. Several small moles on his chest just below his left nipple added character. There was a scar on his right shoulder that, I fantasied, came from a bullet fired by a cuckold husband whom he left defeated on the floor while he finished with the cuckold's wife. I looked again at two cocks. There were minor differences, but each appeared more than adequate, especially right now. I squirmed. The carpet on my ass felt like the callused hand of a burly farm worker. I squirmed again. Pierce stood over me. He held his cock and looked down at me as though to show me what was coming. He released his cock and leaned down. He put his hands on the floor just behind my head. His cock was only inches from my face. He lowered himself onto his knees now on either side of my shoulders. He smelled of sweat and sex. His cock was at my lips. Through all of this the woman continued the slow masturbation of my husband. She was still dressed and, strangely, was dressed in sharp contrast to the camo that Pierce wore. She wore a halter top and skinny jeans. Her bare midriff and coral halter stood in sharp contrast to Pierce's no nonsense dress. She continued to masturbate Gary. She had gotten him hard again. Cum from his earlier climax ran off her fingers. As she masturbated Gary she kept her gaze on me. It was an unquestionably sultry gaze. I felt incredibly awkward having her look so wantonly at my naked body. It was made worse knowing that she would be stroking my husband while Pierce fucked me. Would she make sure Gary climaxed as as Pierce pounded his cock into me? Chapter 4 When it came time to describe her to the police, she would be easy. Pretty, oval face, little, if any, makeup, about my height, 5' 6" would do for a start. Short brunette hair, long eyelashes. She wore sandals. Her fingernails and toes were manicured and painted to match her coral top. Though she had a 'tramp stamp', she had no other markings I could see. Her coral halter top covered what seemed to be very appealing breasts. I'd had a girlfriend named Sue that I'd gotten very intimate with as a teen so I decided to call her Sue, though it certainly looked as though this Sue was offering a more advanced intimacy than my friend Sue had. I sensed that she would offer this intimacy not just to the men. It was a naughty thought. I put it away quickly, but the rush that accompanied the thought did not leave. It lingered in my pussy. Pierce turned his head toward her even as he knelt over me. He told her to disrobe. Actually what he said, as best as I can recall was, "OK, babe, its your turn." At first I was afraid she was going to do something to me and I was pretty vulnerable at that point -- lying on the carpet under Pierce, legs spread and all. As it was she let go of Gary, licked her fingers and began what I could only call a striptease. There was no music of course, nor did she need any. She stood where she was, the center of our attention. Her expression was enigmatic. She slowly ran her hands over the outside of her tight halter top playing with her breasts, teasing her nipples. This went on for several minutes quietly and very erotically. I couldn't take my eyes off her, nor could the men. She began removing her clothing with her jeans. Her movements were slow, sparse, and erotic. She unzipped and with exaggeratedly erotic motions opened her jeans. Her panties were the same coral hue as her top. They were plain nylon without lace, cut in a bikini style, just like Pierce. With her jeans open she was showing those coral panties and much of her belly. She ran her hand inside the panties. We watched as she stroked herself. Her breathing quickened. She made eye contact with the men, then with me, then pointedly looked down at what she was doing to herself. A drop of cum from Pierce landed on my lips. I'd never had a woman do anything sexual to me, but I wanted her to. I wanted to feel her fingers working across my belly, pulling at my nipples, massaging my clit, penetrating my pussy. Men could be so crass, so insistent. They never wait to find out what you want. They just go ahead and get what they want. If you're lucky, you're able to get something for yourself. Sometimes as his cock is wilting, you can coax a climax or two, but its iffy. I wondered if a woman would be different. I looked at my captor who was watching her intently, his cock stiff. He held it and stroked it occasionally as though holding a weapon, ready for combat. I suspected that Gary would have been holding his at the ready as well if he had not been tied. I glanced at him. He was still hard. He watched intently. I looked at Pierce's arm. His left arm held him up while his right hand stroked his cock. I wanted to feel the muscle in his arm, put my tongue on the bulging bicep only inches from my mouth. They watched her massage herself, but ignored me lying on the floor almost writhing with desire. How weird is that? She continued massaging herself for several minutes before she tugged down her jeans and stepped clear of them. Carefully she folded them. Each step in the process seemed elaborately designed to maintain or increase the sexual tension. With the jeans neatly folded she stood in the middle of the room. She was still looking straight ahead. Her olive skin set off the coral she wore. Long, trim legs disappeared into the panties at that point men longed for. Her smooth skin and bare midriff invited the imagination to picture what the halter hid. She may have stood unmoving for only a minute, but it seemed like an hour. No one spoke. Maybe no one breathed. Her head turned slightly to engage Pierce. That same sultry look I'd received. She only allowed him to look. Nothing in her gaze gave him permission for anything else. He slowly stroked himself. Another droplet fell. With my tongue I gathered it from my lips. Moving only her head and that only slightly, she looked at me. A movement of her head commanded me to stand. I slid out from under Pierce and stood. Without a spoken word she brought me to her. She wanted me to be the one to finish unveiling her. Holding my breath I carefully lifted the halter revealing her breasts. I dared to touch them as I lifted the halter over her head. Laying it aside I touched her again. Her nipples were dark, but several shades lighter than the circles on her breasts from which they sprung. I touched them. They hardened more. I ran my hands over the smooth skin of her breasts. I lightly pinched and pulled at her nipples. I could feel her eyes following my every move, but her body remained almost motionless. I explored the entirety of her breasts then dared to touch her lips and cheeks. My fingers were no longer taking commands from my brain. They moved on their own down her body leaving a trail of quivering skin. I was not breathing. My fingers encountered her panties. Around her body following the silkiness of her panties they searched and explored. She reacted with a gentle sigh when my fingers left the panties and found her shoulders. They moved down her back. When they encountered the panties again, they still refrained from entering, but caressed her from the outside. Returning to her belly my fingers were met by her hand. She placed my fingers on that hallowed place where her long legs came together. The coral nylon was dark with moisture. My fingers took her cue and found her sensitive parts. When her breathing told me she was ready, I pulled her panties down to give me unobstructed access to the place exuding her moisture. She and I removed the panties. Hands on hands. She stood naked. Droplets hung on the curls framing her opening. I touched her nipples again. She turned and offered them to my mouth. I took them feeling their hardness and excitement with my tongue. She put her hands on my shoulders. I was well beyond anywhere I had ever been with a woman, but she was asking for more. I looked in her eyes. She wanted me to do it for her. I allowed her to have me kneel. A movement of her hips put her at my lips. I opened my mouth sucking in her fragrance. With my lips I found the little nub. Holding it tightly with my lips, I began licking it. For several minutes there was nothing. Then the first sound I had heard from her. Just a tiny sound. Several more became the only sounds in the room. Suddenly she grabbed my head and jammed her hips into my face. It was accompanied by a series of screams. Her hips kept up the motion while the screams died away. In the quiet that followed she lifted me by the chin and brought our faces together. "Thank you," she whispered so quietly I wasn't sure I had heard it or she had just mouthed it. She brought our mouths together. I knew I was dripping. She looked very closely into my eyes and holding my wrist she brought me to where Gary sat. He was still hard, but a small puddle of cum had accumulated at the base of his cock and on his balls. She placed my hand on his prick. I took it willingly. She stepped over my outstretched hand and positioned herself over his prick. She began lowering herself. I found her warm entrance and held Gary in place as she finished lowering herself pushing him inside. She wriggled in place slightly and let out a quiet sigh. The gag was still in place as she took hold of it and pulled it down. He breathed deeply. She took one of her breasts and placed the nipple in Gary's mouth. As he sucked, she began moving slowly. I went to Pierce. "Please," I said and lay down in front of him. I spread my legs. Initially he was still watching Sue as she used Gary. I looked into Pierce's eyes as he slowly knelt between my legs. He was still watching her. Then, as if noticing me for the first time, he began stroking my breasts. He sucked both nipples until I was delirious. I closed my eyes hoping for what I really needed. I opened them as I felt his cock enter me. He entered slowly, but seemed to lose control. Within two strokes it was like having a pile driver in me. I wrapped my legs around him and let my orgasms flow. I was so filled with pleasure I slipped into a state where pleasure was the only feeling I was aware of. Gary was still being used slowly. Occasionally I could see his eyes as she moved this way or that. His eyes were focused on my body and the man lying on top of me. When we finally made eye contact, he exploded inside her. She continued to use him until she, herself, let out a small cry and fell forward on Gary. We all lay quietly for some time. She finally rose. Gary's cock fell limply from her as she stood. His cum dripped from her onto his lap. She came to where I lay, Pierce still on top. Using her foot as a command rather than as a weapon, she made him roll off. Holding out her hand was enough for me. I knew what she needed from me. I knelt in front of her and tasted Gary as he dripped from her until I was able to satisfy her again. I had always loved tasting Gary, but this was entirely new and special. When I looked around, Pierce had dressed. Sue picked up her clothing and handed it to me. She kissed me again and left, naked, with Pierce. I turned to Gary. He was watching intently as he had all evening. I went to him, knelt again. Taking him in my hand, I touched the tip of my tongue to the tip of his cock. Loving the feel of his tip on my tongue I explored the slit angling it open slightly. It tasted of her and of him. I savored the taste. The head of his cock entered my mouth. As I leaned into it my mouth was forced ever wider until the very edge, wet and fragrant slid inside. It filled me not only with its bulk, but with its essence. I breathed deeply and felt him throughout my body. With my lips and tongue I savored, but removed, her essence. I realized I wanted her essence for myself. It was unfair. I didn't want to share. Slowly I removed all of her presence from his cock. He had become hard again. I sat on him as she had allowing him to feel my warmth where hers had been. I moved slowly as she had and allowed Gary to suck my nipples. I leaned forward and licked his lips, then let him lick mine. I let him have this one last taste of her, a taste that had remained on my lips. We kissed and shared her with our tongues. When her essence had vanished, I began to move more vigorously clamping his cock inside me. I felt as if I needed to fully possess it, never to let it go. As I felt him focus his desire on me, letting go of his desire for her, I took his tongue in my mouth and sucked it as I had sucked on his cock. His soft cries made me clutch at his cock harder. He came yet again. I sucked his tongue while he came inside me. I held him close to my chest holding his cock deep inside me. When I felt him wilt, I stood and pressed my body against his mouth. I held his head hard against me while he satisfied me with his tongue.