I excused myself from the table and made my way to the bar. We were celebrating a co-worker’s birthday. Brenda, a senior compliance officer at the bank, was turning fifty on the weekend. Her manager and close friend, Pamela, had made reservations for a group of us to have dinner and drinks with Brenda on the Friday night. I was on my way to order a round of Tequila for the table when I sensed the eyes of a predator tracking my movements.
As I waited for the bartender to finishing serving other customers, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to look at who was trying to get my attention. I didn’t recognize the blonde, voluptuous, middle aged woman looking up at me and smiling. She was tall; her eyes were level with my chin with the three inch heels she was wearing.
She looked to be enjoying the fact that she had caught me off guard and watching me struggle as I tried to remember who she was. She laughed softly and shook her head. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You don’t recognize me, do you, Gil?”
The black, body hugging, mini dress appeared to be painted on her tight body. Its plunging neckline teased a peek at the mounds of soft flesh behind the black material. My cock reacted immediately to the sultry view of the inside curves and swell of her large breasts.
I smiled back at her, shook my head and replied, “You will have to forgive me. I do not remember you.” I winked at her. “That grin on your face tells me you’re enjoying having me at a disadvantage.”
She laughed and replied, “Oh, I am enjoying it immensely, Gil.” She placed her hand on my shoulder and teased me some more. “We met three years ago, at my house.”
I squinted and shook my head. “Sorry, I’m drawing a blank.” I questioned if her statement was true and that I had met her three years ago. I highly doubted that I wouldn’t remember the sexy and attractive woman in front of me.
“July first, at our Canada Day barbecue,” she half giggled.
I studied her face closer as I searched my memory, after a few seconds it hit me. “Brie Atkinson. Peter’s wife,” I said to her.
Peter Atkinson is a senior financial analyst at the bank. We’re work acquaintances more than we are friends. I didn’t mention to Brie that the weight she had shed, and the work she had done on her body made her look like MILF porn star. And that I approved of the new Brie.
She nodded. “I’m not offended that you didn’t remember me. I’ll take it as a compliment. In your defense, I don’t look the same as I did three years ago.” The coy tone in her voice conveyed that she wasn’t the same person she was three years ago, either. She had gone through a metamorphosis, and it was obvious that she was bolder, more confident, and more adventurous. No longer was she the cute, frumpy housewife and mother of twin boys, and the perfect hostess to her husband’s business associates that I remembered. “And,” she added, “No one refers to me as Peter’s wife anymore.”
“Good for you. I find strong, independent women very attractive. You look stunning, Brie. I remember you as a brunette, though,” I replied with a smile.
Brie tilted her head and grinned, “I wanted to find out for myself if blondes really do have more fun.” She pressed her breasts against my arm and whispered, “I also had some work done. But you are too much of a gentleman to mention it, aren’t you? In case you were wondering,” Brie stopped mid-sentence and pressed her breasts harder against my arm to emphasis her next words, “My tits are the real deal, all natural. Don’t be shy, Gil, tell me what you think. I worked hard to look this good.”
My cock twitched at the feel of her breasts pressed against my arm. I played it cool, smiled, and replied, “I already told you that you look stunning, Brie. I’m afraid if I say anything more than that I will cross the line of appropriateness.” If she wanted to hear more explicit and lewd thoughts, she would have to wait for us to be in a private setting.
“There you are,” Peter announced as he walked up behind Brie and wrapped his arms around her waist. He eyed me and asked, “How have you been, Gil?”
Peter stood over six feet tall, an inch or two taller than me. He reminded me of a drill sergeant with his slim build, short cropped hair and always clean shaven face.
“Good to see you, Peter. I am well.” I looked at Brie and grinned, “Looks like you’re doing well, also.”
Brie dismissed my compliment with a wave of her hand and pretended to be embarrassed. “I bet you say that to all the hot, middle aged women. You are a cad, Mr. Renard! My husband is standing right next to us. Have you not an inkling of shame?” She lowered her head, and with a mischievous smile added, “Don’t stop, though, I am enjoying the attention and compliments from two dashing and very handsome men.”
Peter kissed his wife on her cheek and winked at me. “I’m a very lucky man.” He slid his hands from his wife’s waist up to her shoulders, and said, “I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation. I only wanted to say hello to you. It’s good to see you again, Gil. You must come over for dinner soon. Brie won’t take no for an answer.” He kissed Brie again and jokingly said to me, “Careful around her, Gil. She has transformed into a man-eater since the last time you saw her.”
Brie feigned shock at her husband’s comment. She leaned her back into Peter and turned her head to look up at him. “Peter! Don’t frighten Gil away,” Brie grinned and dropped her voice a notch, “Well, at least not before I get the chance to take a delicious nibble or two out of him.”
I laughed and replied, “Good seeing you again, Peter.”
Peter waved and nodded his head. “Just a heads up, Gil. Brie won’t take no for an answer. It is best you agree to come over for dinner. I can’t be responsible for your safety if you do not accept her invitation.”
I chuckled at Peter. “I look forward to dinner. It would be rude of me to decline such a generous invitation.”
Satisfied, Peter patted Brie’s ass and headed back to the table he was seated at.
The bartender asked me for my order. I asked Brie if she would like another glass of wine. She smiled, said thank you and nodded yes. I ordered six shots of Tequila and a glass of wine.
Brie placed an elbow on the bar and leaned with her hip against it as she slowly traced the lip of her wine glass with the pad of her index finger. “What do you like to eat?” she coyly asked.
I thought for a moment as I openly stared at her cleavage. My view of her breasts was partially obstructed by the wine glass and the hand she was holding it in. Brie was unfazed by me openly admiring her breasts and lowered the wine glass to provide me a full view of her cleavage.
I met her gaze and asked, “What is your most delicious dish?”
Brie wet her lips with her tongue and replied, “That could be interpreted as a very dangerous and frightful question, Gil.” She lowered her head and bit her lower lip as she stared at me in silence for a few seconds. Then she laughed and said, “I make scrumptious, seafood paella. But be warned, I make it very spicy.”
I smiled at Brie and replied, “If it isn’t too much trouble for you, I would love to taste your spicy, seafood paella. I will bring the wine, if you will allow me to.”
“Of course you may, Gil,” Brie answered.
The bartender returned with a tray of shot glasses and a glass of red wine. I paid for the drinks and said to Brie, “I have to get back to my table. It was a pleasant surprise running in to you. Perhaps we could chat again, later on in the evening?”
Brie rubbed my arm and replied, “I would enjoy that very much and look forward to it. Thank you for the wine, Gil. And for your information, you might be surprised at my definition of inappropriateness. So don’t be shy.” She turned and made her way to her husband.
By eleven o’clock Brenda and the group I was seated with left the bar to make their way home. Peter stood up from his chair and waved me over to the table across the dining area that he and Brie were seated at. I made my way to them.
Peter got the waitress’s attention, and asked me, “Would you like another drink, Gil?”
I nodded and said to the waitress, “Please put this round on my tab.”
Peter and Brie were seated at a corner table. A two seat bench was bolted to the wall, which Brie was seated on, and two chairs on the other side of the table, where Peter was seated in one of them. As I reached for the chair next to Peter, Brie patted the cushioned seat next to her and said to Peter, “I would prefer it if Gil sat next to me.”
Peter looked up at me and asked, “Would you mind sitting next to my lovely wife, Gil?” His nostrils flared and his cheeks flushed.
I sat next to Brie. She scooted closer to me and settled in with her hip butted up against my thigh. Peter smiled as he silently observed us.
“Much better,” Brie grinned at her husband.
The waitress brought our drinks and Peter raised his glass of scotch. “A toast to rekindled friendships.”
Brie and I raised our glasses and touched Peter’s glass and we took a sip of our drinks. Peter placed his tumbler on the table in front of him and wrapped both his hands around the glass. He was focused on Brie. He looked anxious; like a dog that watches and waits eagerly for his master to throw a ball. Brie grinned at her husband and relished watching him silently begging for what seemed to be some sort of signal or permission from her.
I sat back in my chair and observed the well-rehearsed ritual unfolding before me for a few silent moments. Brie broke the silence. “May I ask you a personal question, Gil?” Peter licked his lips and stirred in his seat – a Pavlovian reaction to his wife setting in motion whatever the lascivious couple had planned.
“That is the second potentially dangerous and frightful question this evening, Brie,” I replied. This little game was arousing me. Brie was coming on to me and her husband was enjoying it as much as I was. My cock sifted, twitched, and strained against my pants.
Although I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions of the scene I was witnessing; like everyone else, at one time or another, I have misinterpreted what was displayed on the surface of what was presented. However, in this particular case, it was difficult not to read the writing on the wall. Brie was a Hot Wife. Which meant Peter willing shared the new Brie with other men.
Brie placed her hand on my thigh. “May I ask how you managed to get those beautiful marks on Sarah’s tits? Sarah said she was made to feel like an artist’s canvas.”
Sarah had been hired as a summer student four years ago. Peter offered her a full time position as his assistant when she graduated. What Brie had referred to, the marks and bruises on Sarah, was a result of Sarah being introduced to Kinbaku, the Japanese art of rope bondage and suspension. I had innocently flirted with Sarah at a company party. She had recently broken up with her then boyfriend and was feeling a bit melancholy over their breakup. With a few drinks in her, Sarah steered the conversation quickly to sex, and how she thought I looked like a very demanding and controlling lover; the complete opposite of her ex-boyfriend. Sarah confided in me that she liked to be told what to do, and that sometimes she craved to be forced in to performing what her lover wanted from her.
When I mentioned my penchant for Kinbaku, and that Kinbaku is commonly associated with BDSM, she quickly mentioned that she fantasizes often about being restrained and teased until she begs to be made to come. She asked me if I would introduce her to rope bondage. Sarah learned much about herself the first time I tied her tight, suspended her, flogged, whipped and marked her body. She learned that she was a bit of a pain slut. She also learned that if she was made to come hard enough she would squirt.
I reached for my glass of scotch, brought it to my lips and took a small sip. I turned to look at Brie and calmly asked, “How do you know about Sarah’s marks and bruises, and, what makes you think it was me that used her body as a canvas?”
I felt Brie’s body stiffen ever so slightly against me. Peter sat up straight and took a big swig of his drink.
Brie quickly regained her cool and smiled, “I didn’t know. I was hoping it was you. There is a difference between knowing and hoping. Peter tells me that Sarah sneaks lustful glances at you whenever you visit the floor she works on.”
I took another small sip of scotch and said, “That’s weak, Brie. You didn’t answer my question. I’ll ask you again. How did you come to learn of the marks and bruises on Sarah you mentioned?”
Brie placed her delicate hand on my leg and squeezed my thigh as she replied, “Girl’s talk, Gil. Sarah confided in me at one of the pool parties we had at our house. She arrived late and came dressed in jeans and a snug fitting hoodie. Naturally, I was concerned when Sarah didn’t want to go in the pool. She loves the water. I offered her one of my bikinis to wear. Sarah lied and told me she was on her period. I pressed her and repeatedly asked if she was all right. I became more concerned about her. She finally gave in. With a huff, she grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. She unzipped her hoodie, pulled up her t-shirt, and revealed to me, what she referred to as the art that a Maestro had created upon her breasts.”
I smirked, “Maestro? Sarah is much too kind.”
Peter leaned forward and quietly exclaimed, “It was you!”
I smiled and replied, “I am neither denying nor confirming anything. It isn’t anyone else’s business what adults choose to do in private.” The statement was a feeler to gauge Peter’s and Brie’s discretion factor. I did, after all, work for the same bank as Peter.
Brie quickly replied, “We couldn’t agree with you more, Gil. It pleases us to hear you say that.”
Peter nodded in silence, eased back in his chair and kept his eyes focused on Brie. The look of anticipation returned to his face. Brie nodded. Peter cleared his throat and turned his head to look at me. “Gil, I’d like to run a ‘what if scenario’ by you. Brie and I will completely understand if it’s not your scene.”
I nodded for Peter to continue. I was going to allow Peter and Brie all the time they required to say whatever it was they wanted to run by me. After all, I am a gentleman first and foremost, regardless of my twisted, sadistic, kinky side.
Peter continued, “I want to give you a little insight in to Brie’s transformation. Understand that we are in love and care deeply for each other. My loving wife gave up her career to raise our twin boys. A decision I wholeheartedly agreed with. I made a promise to my wife. Once our kids were away at college, it was her time to pursue whatever she wanted. Brie was the foundation of our family, our Rock of Gibraltar. She did a fantastic job of raising our kids, looking after the house, and was supportive of me as I focused on my career. We wouldn’t have all that we have today if it wasn’t for her.”
Brie reached across the table and affectionately squeezed her husband’s hand. “You worked hard for us, Peter. We’re a good team.”
I was touched by the love that Peter and Brie had for each other.
Peter continued, “Brie worked hard and long to get in to the shape she is in today. When she mentioned the possibility of nips and tucks and enhancements, I encouraged her. I wanted her to feel good about herself.” Peter stopped talking and looked at me to gauge my reaction.
I chuckled and said, “But…”
Peter laughed and nodded as he said, “Yes, there is almost always a but, isn’t there?” He smiled at Brie and continued, “But the desire to be more adventurous, for lack of a better word, steadily grew in Brie. One night, about a year and a half ago, Brie asked me if I would entertain the possibility of inviting other people into our bed, or maybe switching partners with another couple. At first, if I am being completely honest, I was shocked and more than a little hurt. I told her that I would have to think about it.”
Brie softly laughed and added, “But it only took Peter a very short amount of time to agree to explore what I had asked.”
Peter nodded and chuckled, “It’s true. We heard of a club for alternative life styles, we attended an event for swingers. Our first visit was as voyeurs. Within a month of meeting another couple there, and after a few meetings in a social setting for drinks and dinner, Brie and I invited them for a weekend to our cottage. They were experienced swingers and treated us with respect and understanding. To my surprise, I did not believe how arousing it was for me to watch Brie with another man.”
Peter paused and scanned my face for any reaction. Then he said, “If you want to hear more, Gil, Brie will take over from here.”
I turned to Brie and asked her to continue. If there was a possibility of getting Brie in my ropes, inflicting pain, marking her large breasts, and fucking her, I was definitely interested. And if Peter wanted to watch and get off, well, all the more power to the loving couple.
Brie rubbed my thigh with her hand and said, “I am very interested in experiencing what Sarah experienced. The thought of being bound and used by a man for his pleasure is very exciting to me.” She grinned at Peter and added, “Apparently that scenario is also very exciting to Peter.”
I asked Brie, “What about the marks you saw on Sarah?”
She nodded twice and replied, “That is also something I want to experience. Peter is just as enthusiastic about watching the whole scene. What the last few years have taught Peter and I, is that you never know what you might find arousing until you try it.” Her lips curled in to a mischievous grin and asked, “Would you happen to know a Maestro that could provide Peter and me what we are looking for?”
I chuckled and took a sip of my scotch. “Why ask me? Why not use the sex club you mentioned as a resource. Maybe you’ll get lucky and find someone. It sounds to me that what you are searching for isn’t something to jump in to with just anyone. You should use the same strategy that you used to meet the couple you swapped with. Better to be safe than sorry, right?”
Brie lowered her head and gave me a ‘are you still denying that you are the Maestro Sarah told me about’ look.
I couldn’t help but laugh at Brie calling me out. She was tenacious, very intelligent, and was enjoying her rekindled sexual awakening. There was no doubt that she and Peter were very thorough, that they had given what she asked for a lot of thought, and that they had surely discussed it at length. Brie chuckled and said, “We’re in no rush. We are looking for quality, not quantity. The riggers we met at the club were all very skilled, but, they lacked what Sarah could only describe as a very specific type of intensity that her Maestro possessed.”
“Riggers?” I asked as if I had never heard the term for someone who is practiced in the art of Kinbaku before. Brie didn’t buy my pleading ignorance act.
She tilted her head and slid her hand up my thigh to my balls and semi erect cock. She gave them a not so gentle squeeze, then half purred and half growled, “I love being teased, Gil. But be warned, this man-eater roars, scratches and bites if you tease but don’t please her. I know you know what a rigger is. I also have no doubt that it was you that gave Sarah those delectable marks and bruises on her tits, and that you made her squirt.”
I stared Brie down for a moment. “You are certain it was me who marked Sarah. Yet, Brie, you provoke me?”
Brie focused hard on my eyes and squeezed my balls and cock harder. She wanted to rattle my cage and was hoping to catch a glimpse of the intensity Sarah had mentioned to her. I tried to hide what she had invoked in me, but I wasn’t successful. I wasn’t pleased that Brie showed aggression towards me. But I was drawn to her, I wanted to tie her large breasts tight, whip them, and then fuck her. I wanted to hurt her with my belt and my cock. Brie licked her lips and was pleased with being successful at making the beast in me break cover just long enough for her to catch a glimpse of it.
She released my cock and balls and sat back with a smug look on her face. “I am not worried about provoking you, Gil. Sarah said she felt safe with you. Assiduous was the word she used to describe you. Granted, she did say that she experienced intense pain at times, which she wasn’t too thrilled about. Sarah also said that she had never experienced such powerful and intense orgasms. You explained the risks to her. You pushed her limits, just like she asked you to. I am well aware that if you play with fire you will get burned. I am also willing to take that risk. You are the one that Peter and I want.”
I nodded and said, “Sarah was able to distinguish the difference between the intensity and passion I play with, from what a first timer might confuse with anger. That is very important for a woman to be aware of when they offer me their bodies. Tell more about the dynamics of this newly found relationship that has bloomed between Peter and you.”
Brie leaned in towards me and said, “What started out with soft partner swapping. Soon grew in to a Hot Wife relationship. Peter enjoys watching me with other men, and sometimes not being allowed to join in on the fun. I got him a metal cock cage for his birthday. He is wearing it now.”
Peter drew a deep breath and shifted in his seat to adjust his swelling cock in the confines of the metal cage.
Brie grinned at her husband and asked him, “Do you want to cum tonight, dear?”
Peter blushed and nodded.
Brie shook her head and blew Peter a kiss. “Maybe tomorrow, dear.” She turned to me and said, “He wants to watch you work on me. I want my breasts tied, and have you do what you do best, create art on my flesh. If it’s true that an artist suffers for his art, I am willing to suffer for the artist. I will ask that you generously and properly lube my ass if you intend to fuck it.”
I looked at Peter and then at Brie. I casually rubbed my goatee and thought for a moment. “I am flattered, but I am not sure I’m the right match for you.”
Brie reached to grab my balls and cock again. I caught her wrist and stopped her. “I suggest you rethink how much I will allow you to get away with, Brie.” She tried to force her hand between my legs, I squeezed her wrist harder and pinned her hand against my thigh. “You may roar, scratch and bite. But you can also whimper. I am not the kind of man that you play these silly little games with. I will hurt you if you want me to. It’s what I do. I get off on it. But showing a lack of respect by grabbing my cock and balls and threatening me, that is punishable by a very special kind of pain I can inflict, and enjoy inflicting. A kind of pain that you are nowhere near ready for, dearest Brie.”
She grinned nervously. My comment gave her a reason for pause. Brie cleared her throat and said, “I like the fire in you, Gil. It’s a shame we’re in a public space. I’m dripping.”
I grinned back at her and sternly said, “You owe me an apology and a kiss.”
Brie was caught off guard. “For what?” she asked.
The slight snarl on my lips told Brie that I was done playing this little game of cat and mouse that she was steering.
Brie huffed, rolled her eyes and said, “All right, Gil. I am sorry.” She leaned closer to kiss my cheek. I tilted my head away from her pursed lips.
She looked at me with a confused look on her face.
“That didn’t sound sincere, Brie. I don’t want you to apologize to me, I want you to apologize to and kiss my cock,” I calmly informed her.
Her jaw grew slack as she looked around the bar. “Here?” she asked nervously.
Peter shifted in his chair, placed his elbows on the table and leaned closer to us. He was getting off on watching the scene unfold between Brie and me.
I nodded. “Right here, right now. If you refuse; this conversation is over and I will bid the two of you a good evening.”
Brie turned to her husband and they stared at each other for a moment. Peter was visibly aroused and nodded. Brie took a quick inventory of the thinning crowd in the bar and then looked at me. “Okay.” Brie lowered her head to my crotch, placed a gentle kiss on my semi-hard cock bulging in my pants, and said, “I am very sorry. Please accept my apology you big, beautiful cock.”
She sat up and reached for her glass of wine. “Better?” she asked. Her cheeks were flushed. Kissing my cock in a bar half filled with people aroused Brie more than she had imagined it would.
I smiled at Brie and replied, “Much better.”
Brie placed her arm on my shoulder, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “When would you like to come over for dinner, Gil?”
I grinned at Peter for a few seconds before asking, “Tomorrow evening, at eight?”
Brie took a deep breath and nuzzled my neck. “Dinner will be ready for you. Tomorrow at eight it is.”
~
I arrived at Peter and Brie’s home a few minutes before eight pm. I was dressed in a dark blue, Armani suit; my shirt and tie were the dark same shade of blue as my suit. I drove up the circular driveway and parked in front of the three car garage. I exited my vehicle and took the two LCBO bags from the passenger seat. One bag had a bottle of Fontanafredda Barolo and the other bag had six, twenty four foot long pieces of six millimeter thick, hemp rope.
Brie greeted me with a smile. She was standing behind the door and leaning to her left so that only her head and right arm was visible. The rest of her body was hidden behind the door. She had on a white apron with bright red cherries in a diagonal pattern. “Please come in, Gil.” She motioned with her hand for me to enter her home.
Brie closed the door behind me and motioned with a wave of her hand to follow her. The apron and a pair of six inch, red stilettos was all she was wearing. She strutted across the marble floor of the anteroom like a model on the cat walk. Her tanned, tight, heart shaped ass jiggled as her hips swayed from side to side.
“Peter, Gil’s here, please get our guest a drink,” Brie called out as she looked over her shoulder and grinned at me.
I followed Brie to the spacious, tastefully decorated living room. Peter was standing in front of an eight foot long, mahogany liquor cabinet, and had just finished pouring a glass of scotch; he turned around and greeted me. “Welcome to our home, Gil. Scotch is fine with you?” He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, a green, short sleeve button shirt, and sandals. I was sure he had his cock ring on, too.
“Hello again, Peter. Scotch is perfect, thank you,” I replied.
Brie turned to me and extended her arms. “I’ll take those, Gil,” she said, referring to the two LCBO bags.
“I hope you will approve of my choice in wine,” I said to Brie as I handed her the bags.
Brie looked in the bag with the ropes and smiled. “I am sure I will approve of both your choices, Gil.” She placed the two bags on the counter of the mahogany liquor cabinet and made her way to where I was standing. “Dinner is ready, Gil. Enjoy your drink, no need to rush. We can eat whenever you’re ready. To be honest, both Peter and I have been anxiously awaiting your arrival.”
I smiled and replied, “I am very much looking forward to tasting your spicy, seafood paella.”
Brie reached for my tie and began loosening its knot. With a grin and heavy breath, she asked, “Is there anything else you were looking forward to tasting, Gil?”
I curled my lips into a grin and replied, “Yes.”
Brie removed my tie and began unbuttoning my shirt, and asked in a trembling voice, “What is it that you would like to taste, Gil? Perhaps I have some.”
I slid my hand between our bodies, pushed her apron aside and squeezed her dripping pussy. Her mound was smooth and hairless. Brie moaned as she slowly tilted her head back as the wave of pleasure rolled over her entire body. Her pussy clenched at my rough touch and her legs quivered for a second.
I parted her slick outer pussy lips with my middle finger and replied, “Your lips, Brie. I want to taste your lips.” I rubbed her hot, wet slit and softly growled, “Covered in your cunt juice.” I smeared the slick juice across her lips and kissed her hard.
Brie wrapped her arms around my neck, parted her lips and kissed me back just as hard. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I sucked it deep into my mouth. Brie moaned and thrust her hips in a fucking motion against my crotch. I broke the kiss, grabbed a fistful of her long, blonde hair and walked her over to the black leather couch in the middle of the living room. I bent her over the back of the couch and kicked her feet apart. Brie gasped and looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes burned with lust. She wanted to be fucked hard right then and there. She needed a hot, hard cock to stretch her pussy and feel it buried deep inside her.
“Not yet,” I said. “I want your tits in my rope and thoroughly marked before I fuck you.” I knelt in front of her ass and grabbed both cheeks. I kneaded, squeezed and parted them. I admired both her holes for a moment. Her pussy glistened under the lights of the living room. Her asshole clenched when I spread her cheeks wider and forced it open. I lowered my mouth to her pussy and slowly licked up her quivering slit and continued to drag my tongue across her tight, pink asshole.
Brie moaned and pushed her ass into my face. Hoping my tongue would breach her pink, puckered hole. “Fuck! That feels amazing,” she gasped. “I’ve never had my asshole tongued.”
A few more licks, nibbles and kisses on her pussy and I stood up, slapped her ass and made my way to the liquor cabinet to retrieve my rope. Peter met my gaze and smiled as he removed his shirt and shorts. He grabbed at the cock cage that housed his swelling dick. “Fuck her good, Gil. Make her your good little whore. That’s what we both want. I’ll get the lube for her ass.”
I unwound a rope as I walked back to the quivering Brie. I untied her apron and threw it on the couch, grabbed her wrists, folded them across the small of her back and tied them together. “On your knees,” I commanded.
Brie turned around and lowered herself onto her knees. She looked up at me and smirked. “If you want me to suck your cock, you’re going to have to make me, Gil. You are going to have to make me your good little whore.”
I smiled and lowered my head. My fully erect cock was straining hard against my pants. “I am at your service, Brie,” I calmly replied as I undid my zipper and pulled out my throbbing cock. “Suck it,” I growled and aimed my pulsating meat at her mouth.
Brie’s fiery stare didn’t falter as she hissed, “You are going to have to make me suck it.”
I grabbed the hair at the back of her head and rubbed her face against my cock and balls. “Suck it,” I calmly ordered.
Brie struggled as she tried to pull her face away from my crotch and shook her head. I yanked her head back, looked into her eyes and struck her with an open hand across her cheek. “Suck it,” I ordered again.
Brie was slightly shocked at being struck across the cheek. I could see her mind racing to sort out the mixed emotions. She had never been struck before. Heat began to rise in her cheek where my hand made contact. It aroused her. The slight sting of the slap was a small price to pay for the rush of adrenaline and increased arousal. Her pussy clenched and a shiver shot up her spine. She closed her eyes and moaned, “Make me, harder.”
“At your service, whore,” I obliged the lady’s request and struck her again, harder.
“Ohh!” she gasped and lowered her head in an attempt to protect her face from my hand.
I pulled her face into my cock and snarled, “Suck it.”
Peter walked in to the living room and stopped dead in his tracks. The sight of his wife on her knees and me rubbing her face against my cock caused his dick to twitch. He walked over and stood over Brie to get a ring side view of the action.
I looked at Peter and said, “It seems that Brie enjoys being coerced in to doing things. She is refusing to suck my cock.”
Brie looked up at Peter and smiled. I yanked her head back and struck her other cheek with the back of my hand. Peter jumped with a start as he watched my hand strike his wife’s cheek. Brie moaned and opened her mouth. “Good whore,” I snarled. “Now you are going to beg me to shove my cock into your mouth.”
Brie shot her body forward with her mouth wide open in an attempt to swallow my cock. I yanked her by the hair and struck her across the cheek again. “Beg,” I calmly ordered.
Brie licked her lips and cooed, “Please. Please let me taste your hard meat. Your cock is making me salivate like a bitch in heat.”
I slowly slid my cock into Brie’s mouth. She rolled her tongue over the head and bobbed her head back and forth, taking more of my cock’s length into her mouth with each forward motion.
I released the grip on her hair and placed my hand on the top of Brie’s head. “Fuck,” I panted. Brie had curled her tongue around the underside of my cock and sucked in her cheeks, creating vacuum like pressure around the entire circumference of my cock. I held her forehead pressed hard against my pelvis and began fucking her warm, wet mouth. I pushed my cock to the back of her throat; Brie opened her mouth wider, stuck out her tongue and deep-throated my cock’s entire length. My legs quivered as I grunted and pushed until my balls hit her chin.
Peter was mesmerized. He was clutching his caged cock as he watched his wife deep throat me. I slowly withdrew my cock out of Brie’s throat. She threw her head back and took long, raspy breaths as she blinked to clear the tears out of her eyes. “Am I a good cocksucker, Gil? Are you pleased with the way I sucked your cock?”
I grabbed her hair and pulled her up to her feet. “You’re a great cocksucker,” I snarled and kissed her hard. Brie had me on the brink of blowing a load. I wasn’t ready to come yet. I needed to inflict pain on, and mark her tits, before I blew a load.
I untied her wrists and used the rope to tie her breasts tight in a chest harness. One pass of the rope high on her large breasts and one pass snug under her them. The remaining length of the rope was wound around each breast. Nothing elaborate, it was a simple tie to ensure her tit meat swelled outwards from her chest, taut under the bite and pressure of my rope. She looked down at her swelling breasts and grinned.
Peter reached out with both hands and gave his wife’s bound breasts a squeeze. “They feel heavier tied up,” he said to himself.
I unbuckled my belt and drew it slowly from around my waist. Brie’s eyed shot open as she watched me fold the black leather in half.
“I tied the rope tight and high on your breasts, Brie,” I explained as I grabbed her left breast and crushed it in my grip. She moaned and writhed at the pain my rough touch brought her. I placed the belt across the tops of her breasts, tugged on her right nipple and said, “This allows for a larger striking surface. You wanted marks and bruises on your tits? The tighter your breasts are bound, the more blood will fill the capillaries closest to the surface of your skin. So when I whip your whore tits and break the capillaries, the deeper and larger your bruises will be. I am going mark you deep, Brie. I am going to create art with your pain. And then,” I paused to look at Peter and then back to Brie, “My cock is going to hurt your beautiful, slutty ass.”
Peter swallowed hard. He wanted to say something but the words caught in his throat. Brie looked at me wide eyed with excitement, apprehension and anticipation.
“You want to feel the sting of leather across your breasts,” I calmly said to the quivering Brie.
She closed her eyes and nodded.
“My preference is to whip large breasts, like yours, when they aren’t bound in my rope. I enjoy watching them absorb the force of the blow, collapsing inwards and expanding outwards when leather bites into flesh, and I enjoy the jiggling motion as they settle back and become still again upon the woman’s chest. But you are interested in having your breasts marked so that you and Peter can watch the bruises bloom?” I grinned.
They both nodded and Peter gasped, “Yes!”
I looked at Peter and said, “Your beautiful wife is a greedy little whore. I will provide her what she asked for.” I looked at Brie and commanded, “Present your breasts to me.”
Brie squared her shoulders and pushed her chest out. I slid my hand between her legs and spread her pussy. Her slick juice covered my fingers. I brought my fingers to Brie’s mouth and said, “You’re dripping like a proper whore, Brie. Tell me you want to endure pain to get me off.”
Brie shivered and nodded. I was prolonging the anticipation and fear that was intensifying Brie’s arousal. I wanted to make her come from the breast whipping I had in store for her. “I’ll take as much pain as it takes to get you off, Gil,” she replied.
I shoved my sticky fingers in her mouth and growled, “Sir. I’ll take as much pain as it takes to get you off, Sir.”
Brie sucked her juice off my fingers, nodded and repeated, “I’ll take as much pain as it takes to get you off, Sir.”
I caressed her cheek and said, “Good girl, Brie.”
I took a step back; Brie lowered her head, closed her eyes tight and bit her lower lip. Peter’s eyes were glued to the belt wrapped around my right hand. My cock twitched at the sight of Brie’s big, swelling breasts in my rope. I snarled in anticipation of whipping her soft flesh with my belt and watching her tits absorb the force and turn red where leather impacted upon tied, soft flesh.
I grabbed Brie by her chin and turned her head to face me. “No, Brie. You will keep your eyes open and you will look at your husband as I whip your breasts. Understood?”
She nodded and turned her head to look at Peter. I brought the belt down hard across the top of her breasts. A loud smack filled the large living room. Brie opened her mouth wide and shut her eyes tight as the pain shot across the tops of her breasts and quickly turned in to a searing sting. She slouched over and crossed her knees. Her tits felt as if they were sunburned and someone had slapped them.
“Stand up straight and keep your breasts presented to me, Brie,” I snarled and quickly whipped the belt across the tops of her thighs. Brie hopped in place and fought back a sob.
I grabbed her hair and snapped her head back. “You are disappointing me, Brie. I thought I could make you come from whipping your breasts. I need to inflict pain and mark your flesh before I fuck and fill one of your slutty holes with my cum. Maybe you need a little motivation.” I looked at Peter and said, “Lick your wife’s pussy while I whip her breasts.”
Peter quickly got down on his knees and asked his wife, “Are you okay, hun?”
Brie nodded. “It hurts like fuck but somehow the pain is making me hornier.”
I waited a moment for Brie to react to her husband’s tongue on her pussy. When she started to moan and buck her hips, I said, “Look at me, Brie.”
She turned her head and met my gaze. I brought the belt down across her breasts. Her body jerked, but this time she did not slouch over. She kept her chest pushed out and her breasts presented to me. I struck her tits again. Brie gasped and stood up on her toes. Peter continued sucking and licking on his wife’s swollen pussy. Brie moaned out loud as the itch in her clit was intensifying. Peter was aware his wife was close to coming.
Brie took a deep breath and begged me, “Whip my tits harder. I want the sting of your belt to push me over the edge and make me come in my husband’s mouth!”
I struck her breasts again. Brie eyes slowly glazed over as an orgasm began to rip through her. I brought the belt whistling down three more time across her crimson colored tits. Peter grabbed Brie’s hips to steady her as he lapped up the cream oozing from his wife’s pussy. Her body jerked and Brie let out a long, loud moan as she came hard.
Peter stood up and held Brie as her orgasm subsided. “That was incredible, Brie. You dripped all over my face,” he said to her as he wiped the cum from his mouth, cheeks and chin.
Brie moaned and continued to quiver as she nodded to what her husband had said to her. “So good, that was so fucking good. That was so fucking intense; I thought I was going to pass out. I have never felt anything that came close to that before.”
I removed my jacket and shirt and placed them on the couch. Brie reached out with one hand and caressed my bare chest as she looked at my semi erect cock that was still protruding from my pants. She turned away from her husband and knelt in front of me. She untied my shoelaces and removed my shoes and socks. She unbuttoned my pants and removed them along with my boxer shorts. Brie looked up at me as she grabbed my twitching cock and kissed it. In between kisses, and with her eyes locked on mine, she asked, “Which one of my holes would you prefer to come in, Sir?”
I grinned, “Greeting me at the door wearing only the apron and watching you strut that gorgeous ass has my cock aching for it, whore.”
Brie sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and nodded. She popped my cock out of her mouth and eased herself onto her hands and knees, then turned around on the floor to present me her heart shaped ass. She looked at me from over her shoulder and cooed, “It’s all yours, Sir. Fuck it as hard as you need to, fill it with your cum, please.”
Peter handed me the tube of lube and smiled. I took the tube, popped the top and knelt behind Brie. “Lots of lube, Sir, please. I’m tight down there. But once you open me up, you can pound it proper and hard.”
I grunted and squeezed a big gob of lube just above Brie’s pink asshole. She moaned as the cool gel made contact with her puckered hole. “Let’s open your hungry ass up, then,” I said as I slid my thumb into her ass.
Brie’s hips thrust forward when my thumb breached her ass. She gasped and slowly eased her ass back onto my thumb. I slowly worked my thumb in and out of her ass. Straight in and out at first, before working my way and adding a circular motion that slowly stretched her ass wider. When I felt no resistance against my thumb, I pulled it out and slid two fingers slowly into Brie’s ass. I felt her clench around my two fingers and squeezed more lube on her asshole. Brie moaned as I worked the cool gel into her ass. She slid one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit in slow circles. A thin film of glistening perspiration appeared across her back and on the back of her neck.
After a few minutes of finger fucking her tight ass, I slid a third finger inside her. Brie arched her back and moaned as she pushed back against my hand. Her ass was ready for cock.
I removed my fingers from her ass, grabbed her hips firmly, and aimed the head of my cock at her slightly gaping asshole. I pulled her towards my cock. Brie exhaled when she felt my cock begin to penetrate her ass. I looked down at the tip of my cock beginning to disappear inside her tight, pink hole. I pushed forward with a steady pressure, the head of my cock swelled at the resistance from Brie’s tight hole. I pulled her hips towards me and the head of my cock disappeared into Brie’s pinkness. She threw her head back and cursed under her breath. “Fuck, you’re so thick!”
I pushed the entire length of my cock inside her and didn’t move for a moment. More sweat gathered on her flesh and strands of her hair stuck to her back and shoulders. Brie took shallow breaths and relaxed her sphincter as she adjusted to the thickness of my cock. I leaned forward and reached for her bound breasts. I kneaded, squeezed, pinched and slapped them. Brie winced and moaned as the sting in her breasts fueled her arousal. “Fuck! Squeeze my tits harder!” she gasped.
I clawed at her tits and began working my cock slowly in and out of her ass. Brie moaned and gasped with each thrust of my hips. I slowly increased the tempo. Then I pulled my cock out of her ass and thrust it back inside her while her asshole was still gaping. I pulled my cock out again and squeezed more lube inside her gaping hole. I grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair in each hand and stabbed my cock in her.
“Yes!” Peter exclaimed. “Pound her ass hard!”
I grunted, pulled Brie’s head back and started fucking her faster and harder. Brie let out a small yelp each time my hips crashed into her and my cock bottomed out balls deep inside her. Peter was staring at my cock moving in and out like a piston out of his wife.
Sweat began to form on my brow. I was fucking Brie with everything I had. The harder I fucked her, the louder she moaned.
Peter scurried around to Brie and shoved his caged cock in her open mouth. Brie sucked on Peter’s confined dick like a cum starved whore. Peter groaned and threw his head back as Brie worked him with her mouth. He grabbed hold of Brie’s shoulders to steady himself and shook and moaned as he emptied his balls into his wife’s mouth. Brie swallowed her husband’s cum and kept sucking long after she had milked the last drop of cum from his balls.
I felt my balls tighten and pressure build up at the base of my cock. I released Brie’s hair, grabbed the rope around her back and pulled her towards me, sending my rope biting deeper across her swollen, marked breasts. With one final savage thrust, my cock erupted inside Brie’s ass. She came a second time as my thick, hot cum splashed against the walls of her colon.
The three of us remained motionless for a moment and caught out breath. I pulled my cock out of Brie and she lamented the exiting of my rigid meat from her ass with a whiny moan.
Brie stretched out on the floor and rolled on to her back. Her breasts burned with a glowing heat. She gingerly cupped them with her hands and winced when her hands made contact.
She looked up at me, smiled and said, “Thank you. That was an experience like no other. I cannot explain how intense my orgasms were. I feel drained of every last drop of energy, but I don’t feel tired at all.”
“Your breasts are going to hurt like hell when you come down from the high you are on, Brie. Best to start to ice your breasts right now,” I warned her.
Brie chuckled, closed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t care. I’m in euphoric bliss. It’s wonderful.”
Peter chuckled as he stood up and said, I’ll get you the ice packs, Brie.”
I smiled as I watched Brie bask in euphoria with my cum slowly seeping out of her pink, stretched asshole. I leaned towards her and untied the chest harness. She winced and her body stiffened as her breasts jiggled and came to rest upon her chest as they were released from the grip of my rope. Deep, red welts were raised on their skin. Large areas closely resembling the shape of jig-saw puzzle pieces across the tops her breasts had already turned a deep shade of red bordering on purple. The sight of Brie’s color splotched breasts made my cock twitch and begin to harden. I lowered my mouth to Brie’s breasts and gently kissed and suckled on them. She moaned softly and stroked my hair as I suckled her breasts.
I pulled away from her and stood up. Brie noticed my semi-erection and grinned. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll gladly look after that for you, Gil.”
“Of course, Brie. Take all the time you need,” I smiled at her.
Brie laughed and announced, “You two naughty boys are going to have to serve yourselves if you’re hungry. Mommy is going to stay right here for a while and enjoy this incredible feeling.”
