Threesome
Keywords: Threesome,
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We were both nervous and excited, astounded that we were going to do what we'd actually managed to talk about. Ours was a good relationship, sound, but not perfect. The main disappointment to both of us was sex. We'd talked and talked and talked about it, but somehow we never made it quite work.
That's not to say we couldn't have good enjoyable sex, we could. What we struggled with was getting things going. Finding out when both of us were in the mood and everything clicked. It really fell apart after we had kids, months could go by without us making love.
Funny thing was we still both loved and desired each other. There was no question of us breaking up, even apart from the kids neither of us were interested in that. So, in all our talking about sex, one of us had managed to say that a threesome could be fun.
There it had sat in the bed between us for the longest time, until Ros actually made the next move. She quietly one night said that if I could stand another man in the bed, she might possibly, though not if I objected in any way, find that interesting.
So, after some hemming and hawing and laying down of ground rules we'd ended up with this night. The kids in bed, thank God they were sound sleepers, and a stranger about to arrive for a drink and maybe something more. We'd checked him out closely, and it turned out he liked doing it with couples because he was able to provide a clean police check and doctors letter certifying himself 'clean'.
Neither of us was quite sure what would happen, we hadn't been up to talking about that. I hoped I'd be able to join with him in making love to my wife and driving her mad with pleasure. I was half willing to stand and watch so long as Ros had fun and I was able to jump her bones after.
So here we sat, sharing a bottle of wine to loosen ourselves up as we waited. I was dressed in a smart shirt and trousers, my wife in as sexy a dress as she would wear. It was actually pretty conservative. Happy as she would walk around nude or semi dressed in front of me, she was very straight laced in what she wore. It was one of the disappointments in my life. Still, she looked great. Despite two kids, and things not being as firm as they once were I loved her body.
The bell rang, we both jumped up from the sofa, then stared at each other until the bell rang again. Taking her hand we went and opened the door. In walked... him. Good looking, thirty something, not dressed overly different from me. He carried a big black leather bag, and I wondered what he brought along? A change of cloths for after?
He and I shook hands, then he gently kissed my wife's cheek and complimented her on her looks. She blushed but was obviously pleased. We led him into the living room and I poured him a drink. A bit oddly he sat on the sofa opposite us.
"I'll start off. This is your night, but its also mine. I'm here to open your minds, hopefully way beyond what you could have imagined. You've been clear about your ground rules, and I accept them. I'm clean, I promise to be the soul of discretion, and I'm not into sex which hurts or damages. Well, sex that really hurts rather than hurts good." My wife clutched my hand. That struck a cord with her?
"Here's my rules." He looked me in the eye. "I'm here for sex with your wife. Not with you, and not sharing her with you. That means you watch. Worse, I want to make sure all you do is watch. You stand at the sidelines with your hands tied over your head and your mouth gagged."
My wife spoke up, "I'm not sure..."
He held a hand up, "Look, like you know I've done this before. Men fall into one of three categories. If we're lucky he's easy going, really loves you and above all wants to make sure you come out of this happy and radiant." He held up his hand again when it was clear I wanted to interject and assure everyone that's what I wanted. "The second type of man thinks he's the first, but once we get into it finds he's actually jealous, usually insanely jealous. That's not good."
"The third gets into it, and finds he's really truly a submissive and gets off as much by seeing his wife used without his say as he does by her getting pleasured. By binding you up, I make sure we win whatever you turn out to be. If you're the first, then you really won't mind, and you'll put up with the humiliation because you love your wife. If you're the second, then it teaches you both a lesson with no hard feelings on any side. If you're the third then you learn something completely new about yourself and the two of you move on into a new world."
"Its my rule, and if you don't agree we shake hands and I leave now." I sat there as my wife clutched my hand. I knew her so well it was clear that her silence meant it was my decision. Still, equally by the way she was clutching my hand it was clear that she wanted to go for this.
"All right, OK..." She kissed my cheek.
"OK, rule one is passed. I've got more. Second, though I won't involve you in the sex, I might want to increase your humiliation just to test you, part of this is proving yourself to your wife. You agree to be bound in as much as you're also agreeing to being helpless and in my control. I won't hurt you, but you might not like it. Then again, you might..."
"No sex right? I'm not gay."
He laughed, "Don't worry, it's not your ass I plan on fucking tonight." She gasped, and I went still, but then we both laughed. That is what we were here for. "Third rule, and this one's for you." He was looking at her now. "Tonight, you're mine. What I say goes, what I want, you do. No hesitation, no saying no. You of course retain the right to stop anything we do, but if you do I walk out then and there."
"You... won't hurt me?"
He smiled, "No... well not more than's good for you."
"I'm not sure I like the sound of that."
"I promise, no cuts, no scrapes, no broken bones. A few bruises or a twisted ankle from a new position I don't guarantee."
She laughed, "Uhmmm, if he's tied up I can't agree to my being bound in any way. That just wouldn't be safe."
"No problem, the B&D is just for your husband. You... just get fucked... hard." I looked at her and the way her pupils had gone big. This was getting to her already. "Are we agreed?"
We looked at each other, and she stroked my cheek, softly asking if I was really OK with this. "Yes, just don't expect this to end when he's done. I'm likely going to have a long hard go at you myself."
Her eyes glowed; I'd never talked to her like that. "I'll be expecting it."
"OK," he was pulling something out of his bag. "This is for you, and you put it on him. If he's getting all tied up, it's his wife that's going to do it to him." He'd thrown over a pair of padded leather write cuffs. Nervously I put out my hands and she, equally nervous, strapped them around my hands. With the last click it was like there was this bong in my head. "Tell him to stand over here and put his hands over his head.
I felt a bit funny, and thought I should say something, but she grinned, "Stand over here darling, lets tie you up!" Silently I stood and walked towards her. It was like when she spoke to me there was absolutely no way I could not do what she said. Even saying that it was clear there were bounds, my mind was testing what felt like new paths in my brain. There were things she could tell me to do and I would do, other things I could do or not do as I felt. Weird. I thought I should say something, but there was this compulsion in me that if I hadn't been talked to I hadn't a reason to speak.
I put my hands out as she clipped my wrists together with a d-ring attached to a thin rope. I looked up and saw it looped through a hook I'd never noticed in the ceiling before. Funny how you could live in a place for years, but never notice little details like that.
He pulled the rope up, lifting my arms tight up above my head. With a grin he went back to that bag and pulled something made of black leather out.
He showed it to my wife, and after giggling she threw me a wicked grin. "We're going to make you look lovely darling!". She held up what turned out to be a leather face mask tooled on the outside to look like a pretty woman's face, complete with a long thin neck.
I was dumbfounded. They wanted to put that on me? She walked up and stroked my cheek. "I kind of get what he means now. It's a bit of a turn on humiliating you just a bit. I promise I'll make it up to you. You can return the favour in spades. So, you'll let me put this on?"
I paused for a minute, thinking hard. That wasn't the question I wanted to answer. I didn't want this anymore. Something was wrong, but I wasn't quite sure what. Yet I had to answer her question. I had to; it was a driving need building up inside me.
"Yes.". I didn't want her to, but there was no question that I'd let her do it.
She gave me a hard kiss to the lips, then mouthed, "I love you". I watched the inside of the mask approach me like it was my doom. Oddly the inside was as intricately. tooled as the outside had been, just in reverse. It looked too small, too tight. I wasn't sure how it would fit me.
She was behind me, pulling it up. As it touched me it felt warm, almost like skin. Sure enough it was hard and fit up against my face uncomfortably. The discomfort increased as she did up what felt like complicated lacing.
I started to panic. It was too tight, but worse it started to feel like my face was melting into this new shape. I could actually feel me cheekbones, jaw and neck shift to mould to the outline of the new face!
I didn't know what was happening, but with my jaw held tightly and the small bit that had entered my mouth with the mask holding my tongue down I couldn't make a sound.
I looked at my wife, feeling panicked and scared. She clearly thought nothing was wrong because she giggled, stroked and kissed my leather-clad cheek. "You look marvelous!" Then laughed again.
He, whatever he was, laughed as well, then handed her a long thin steel rod with two more padded cuffs at each end.
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Keywords: Threesome,