The Man

The doorbell rang and Sheila answered it. "Oh, Mandy," she said, "I'm so gladyou stopped by! Come on back to the kitchen. What a coincidence. Myhusband was just saying that, since I'd mentioned you so often, he'd like tomeet you. And here you are!""Yes, here I am," Mandy laughed. "Are you sure I haven't meet your husbandsome time?""If you have, he doesn't remember it. And I don't think he'd forget someoneas stuning as you." Mandy was indeed stuning. Honey blond and wearing abright, wining smile, she was slim in the hips with a flat tummy andcurvacious bouncing bosom. "Oh, you're just saying that!" Mandy protested, unconvincingly."Not at all, I'm just stating the obvious."A tall dark-haired man rose to greet them when they entered the kitchen."Kevin, this is Mandy," Sheila introduced him."Hello," Mandy said hesitantly, blushing and turning her head, for Kevin wascompletely naked.Sheila put her hand on her friend's arm. "Don't be embarrassed," shereassured her, "he almost never wears clothes when he's home. It's OK.""But couldn't he put on a robe when your friends come around?" Mandyasked."Don't be silly, Mandy," Sheila chided her, "that's just the time when hedoesn't wear a robe. Isn't that right, Kevin?""Yes!" Kevin said."Come on now, Mandy," Sheila coaxed, "I think he's really, really attractive.Look at him and tell me if you agree."Mandy turned her back to Kevin and said to Sheila, "This is crazy. What haveyou two got going, anyway? I come in and you show me your husband asthough he were a wonderful new set of china. What am I supposed to do?Ooh and aah?""That's a great idea! Let's hear a great big 'OOOOH" for Kevin!" Sheila laughedhappily. "But you've got to see him first," she added. When Mandy just looked at her, Sheila continued, "Ok, ok. It's a game Kevinand I play. We take turns being each other's 'slave' and today was his turn. Itold him this morning he'd have to stay naked all day, even - and perhapsespecially - if some of my friends dropped in. The rules of the game requirethe 'slave' to do whatever the 'master,' or in my case the 'mistress,' tell himto do. He isn't allowed to speak, incidentally, unless I address him directly. (I have the suspicion, by the way, that I'll get the same treatment when mytime comes!) So be a sport, Mandy. Turn around and ogle him, look him upand down. Don't hesitate he's just a 'slave'!""You guys are weird," Mandy declared, but nevertheless she glanced atKevin, looked away, and looked back, this time not diverting her eyes fromhis body, though Sheila noticed she avoided looking at his face."Kevin," Sheila said, "bring me a clean dish towel." He went to a cabinet thewomen watched his dangling penis swing when he walked and returnedwith the requested item, which she tied around his head, covering his eyes."Now, Mandy, you can look without him looking back. Doesn't that make youfeel better about it?""Yes, I guess it does," Mandy admitted, scrutinizing Sheila's naked husbandmore boldly. "He's limp," she said, begining to get into the spirit of thegame, "and that's an insult to me. I thought I was sexier than that.""Oh, no, you're as sexy as ever," Sheila replied, "all it means is he's evenmore embarrassed than you are! But that's a benefit for us because now we getto watch his prick get hard.""It doesn't seem to be doing that now," Mandy said skeptically."It will - you can make it happen.""How?" Mandy asked, eager now."Rub his nipples! Go on: pinch them, roll them between your fingers, pullthem. And if you want him really hard, suck them. Kevin! Mandy's going toplay with your tits!" Kevin put his hands behind his back and thrust out hischest. Sheila, though not Mandy, noticed his penis twitch."Are you sure it's alright?" Mandy queried, "He's your husband.""Of course, it is! Isn't that right, Kevin.""Yes," Kevin answered, and this time Mandy, too, saw the twitch.She stood at arms length from him. Gingerly, she put her hands on thereddish pimples protruding from his hairless chest, and began slowly torotate her palms over them, feeling them stiffen with her touch."Be sure to watch his prick, Mandy," Sheila said. Mandy looked down anddiscerned that, indeed, the male organ was firming. So she took each pseudoteat between a thumb and forefinger and compressed it. The penis rose,though still pointing downward at a 45¡ angle. When she pulled the nipplesout from his body, tugged, and the angle became perpendicular, she clampedher lips onto his left breast while rolling the right between her fingers."Oh, Mandy!" Sheila gasped, "Look!" Mandy raised her head and followed instructions. Kevin's penis, thick andtrembling, stood at a 90o angle from his body. "May I touch it?" she breathedto Sheila."Yes, of course, please, please do!"Her hand crept to the throbbing rod of male flesh where she fitted herfingers around the glans and lightly caressed the tiny hole in its center withher thumb. Kevin bent his knees and moved his pelvis in an effort to forcehimself further into her hand."Lie down, Kevin," Sheila said softly, "Lie on your back on the floor." Heimmediately complied, Mandy's hand maintaining its hold on the handle hercaresses had produced. The two women knelt on either side of him and together they fondled hisbody:Sheila flicked his erect and sensitive nipples with her forefingers andMandy flicked his erect and sensitive penis with her tongue. Sheila stroked the hair under his arm and sucked his tongue deep into hermouth. Mandy stroked his iner thighs and and sucked his root deep intoher mouth. Kevin squirmed under their touch and moaned.In a barely audible voice Sheila said, "Would you like it truly in you?"Mandy raised her head and asked plaintively, "May I? May I, really? Youdon't mind? I mean, after all, he's, well, he's . . . .""Be my guest, Mandy. Enjoy!"Urgently, Mandy kicked her shoes away, stripped off her pantyhose, and,lifting her skirt, moved to straddle her friend's prostrate husband."Wait," Sheila said. "Your dress is in the way. Take it off, in fact, take offeverything. And I will, too. We can enjoy him together!"Naked, they faced each other across the equally naked male with a fullyerect penis pointing toward his navel. Mandy stood at his feet, Sheila at his head. Together they were an exemplary illustration of the similarity, yet thedifference, in female forms:Sheila was compact and petite; Mandy was taller and more fleshy. Sheila's legs were short and delicate; Mandy's legs were long and sturdy.Sheila's short dark hair was reflected in her thick and curly pubic thatch;Mandy's long straight blond hair likewise harmonized with her thin andwavy genital pelt. Sheila's breasts, small with longish thin nipples, drooped scarcely at all;Mandy's breasts, very large with plump dimpled nipples, swung down andout from her chest.They grined impishly at one another and Sheila said, "Ready?" At the same time Sheila knelt over his head, separated her vaginal petalswith her fingers, and lowered them to his lips. "You may lick me now, Kevin,"she said, and he eagerly began to lap over, around, and within her covertdelicacies.Mandy slowly moved her vagina upon the welcome visitor within it. "I amvery well filled, very well filled indeed," she said and leaned forward to resther hands on the floor beside Kevin's body, a motion that caused her heavybreasts to swing down, brushing his chest.Sheila kept herself from settling completely onto Kevin's face, so he couldbreathe while he executed cunilingus, which is a husband's pleasurableduty. As his tongue on her clitoris increasingly excited her, she strokedMandy's soft blond hair.Suddenly she said, "Mandy, may I hold your breasts?""Yes, yes, yes!" Mandy gasped as Kevin thrust against her and her climaxapproached.Sheila seized the double handfuls of uniquely female flesh that hung beneathher and breathed, "Stop moving, Mandy; hold off, if you can."Breaking his silence, Kevin panted, "I can't hold off, no matter what shedoes!""Just keep sucking me, yes, oh yes! Suck, suck, suck!" Sheila screamed, andthen, "Fuck him, Mandy, fuck him! Let's come !"And come they did, the three of them together in a gigantic corporateorgasm.The women dressed and Mandy left. Only then did Sheila take the towelfrom Kevin's eyes.

The Wife

The doorbell rang and Kevin answered it. "Oh, Mandy," he said, "I'mdelighted you stopped by. Come on back to the family room. What acoincidence. My wife and I were just reminiscing about the last time youwere here. She was remarking about the marvelous time she'd had.""Then I can reminisce with her. Because I, too, had a marvelous time. Howabout you?"Kevin simply put his hand to his chest, rubbed his left nipple through hisshirt, and smiled. She returned his smile and squeezed one of her ownbreasts. No words were needed.As Mandy preceded him through the hall, Kevin admired her ripplingbottom, the cheeks of which were encased in skin-tight designer jeans.Because he had been blindfolded during almost the entire time when shewas there before, he hadn't had much opportunity to observe her charms,though he definitely had felt them.As they entered the light wood-paneled family room, Kevin said, "Guesswhat, Sheila: it was Mandy at the front door."Sheila wore an almost transparent front-close soft-cup bra with small holesthrough which her erect nipples projected, a matching G-string darkened byher pubic hair visible through it, and high-heeled open-toe mules. She didnot speak."A-hah, Sheila, so its your turn to be the 'slave,' " Mandy said."How did you guess?" Kevin responded. "Fetching outfit I got for her, don'tyou think?" Mandy made herself comfortable on the sofa and agreed, "Absolutelycharming, I suppose now you're going to send her out for cigarettes in it.""That's an interesting idea," Kevin said, "but the rules of our game don't allowit. She's not permitted to cover up when visitors come, but I can't make herexpose herself in public.""Too bad," Mandy feigned a sigh. "I suppose you'd suspend that guideline if you were playing this game,"Kevin laughed."Oh, definitely," Mandy quipped, "I wouldn't have any rules at all. Anythinggoes! What's the point in having a slave if you can't make her - or him -obey outrageous orders?""You have a point there," Kevin said. "What do you think, Sheila? Should weabolish the rule?""No," said Sheila."See?" Kevin shrugged, "Nothing to be done about it.""Too bad," Mandy said again. Kevin wasn't positive she was kidding this time.He reached over and plucked one of Sheila's bare nipples as if he werepicking a berry from a bush. "Nice juicy tid-bit here," he commented andleaned down to give the tit a quick suck."May I do that?" Mandy asked from the sofa.'Sure, if you want to. Sheila, take your boobies to Mandy so she can suckthem." Sheila leaned over and rested her hands on the sofa back, which neatlypositioned her spandex-sheathed breasts for Mandy's mouth to fit onto theirexposed tips.While Mandy sucked, Kevin said, "My program today is to find out howmany orgasms Sheila can have between ten and twelve o'clock. Since itsalmost ten right now, you got here just in time to help me produce them."Mandy took her lips away from Sheila's nipple long enough to say, "You can'tproduce her orgasms; only she can do that.""Is that right, Sheila?" Kevin asked."No," Sheila said and shifted her breast slightly in Mandy's mouth.""See?" Kevin said. Mandy's response was to nip her friend's tit with herteeth and Sheila yelped."I didn't tell you to speak!" Kevin said with mock sterness and then wenton, to Mandy, "I'm also going to make her come in different positions andplaces." He glanced at his watch. "Ten on the dot; time to start. Would youmind pulling down the G-string and checking if she's prepared?" Mandy drew away the patch of cloth covering the fuzzy mound in front ofher, put her hand on it and fingered the dark hairs. She moved her headaffirmatively without removing her mouth from Sheila's breast."I thought she would be," Kevin said. "Ok, Sheila, you may straighten upnow." When she stood her reddened and elongated nipple popped fromMandy's lips and the wisp of fabric that had covered her groin fell to herankles."You really ought to 'do' the other tit, Mandy," he said, "but we must get onwith the experiment.""I'm disappointed, of course," Mandy pouted prettily, "but I'll survive.""That's a relief!" Kevin laughed and settled into a chair. "Ok, Sheila, it's time for 'O number 1.' Mandy says you're the only one whocan produce orgasms so we'll begin with one you do all by yourself. She andI will sit here and watch while you masturbate. It would be nice if you couldcome standing up, but if that becomes difficult please feel free to sit orlie on the floor."Sheila looked a little dismayed, but she stepped out of the G-string, kicked itaway with one of her heels, and immediately held her breasts, looking downat them while she gently stroked their bare tips with her thumbs. Then, withclosed eyes, she raised her fingers to her shaved armpits and trailed themdown her sides to her hips and around to her iner thighs before squeezingher mons veneris with one palm and her gently swelling belly with theother. (Kevin noticed that, outside her jeans, Mandy's hand pressed onto herown mons.)Her feet wide apart, Sheila separated her vaginal lips with two fingers ofeach hand and began to massage them, first gently and then with steadilyincreasing intensity. The muscles of her hips and buttocks tightened and herbreasts strained against the filmy cloth containing them. Suddenly she thrusttwo fingers deep into her vagina and pressed her clitoris firmly withanother. The only sound came from panted breaths escaping her parted lips. For their part, Mandy and Kevin held their breaths as Sheila kept her fingersmotionless for what seemed an interminable time. Then abruptly the fingersin her vulva began to piston in and out of their slippery envelope and thefinger on her clitoris began to revolve rhythmically. At the same time herpelvis thrust against the fingers within and on it and her heavier breathingcaused her out-thrust bosom to swell and tremble.She maintained this excited motion for what seemed to her audience to be avery long time. Just as suddenly as she had begun, she stopped and, withoutremoving her hands, rested, her head thrown back, her eyes still closed, hermouth open, her breasts rising and falling as much as the brassiere wouldallow.And then, with one mighty shove she buried her fingers in her vagina and,furiously rubbing her clitoris, came with an ecstatic cry, her entire bodyshaking with tension's release. And still she stood, though she swayed on herhigh heels.When the convulsions subsided, she moved her feet together, put her handsat rest behind her, and stood very straight. "Number One!" she said with asmile.Kevin looked at Mandy, who rather sheepishly took her hand away from hergroin. He then glanced at his watch. "About thirty minutes," he said. "At thatrate, we should get many more before noon.""I doubt that," Mandy commented. "The next ones will take longer - andmay not even be possible.""Is that true, Sheila?""I don't know," Sheila replied."So we'll just have to find out. Won't we?""Yes," Sheila said."Take off the bra. I think it's time we let the tits loose," Kevin said. Withouther brassiere Sheila was totally naked except for her mules, which Kevin haddetermined she would retain all morning. "Sometimes I wish I had breasts like that," Mandy mused."Why?" Kevin asked, puzzled because he thought the plain white blouse shewore bulged very nicely indeed."They're small enough not to sag but full enough to be a good handful," shereplied. "Mine literally droop.""I liked it when they 'drooped' onto my chest the other day," Kevin smiled atthe memory.Mandy returned his smile. (They both ignored the silent and demurelynaked Sheila.) "That's right, you couldn't see them, could you?""I had a towel over my eyes, you may remember.""I'm tempted to show them to you now, but you probably don't want anydiversion from your 'experiment.'""Oh, I don't know, another bare-bosomed woman might be just the thing tobring on the next orgasm." "You don't fool me!" Mandy laughed as she unbuttoned her shirt and slippedit off. "You just want to see my naked titties." Her bra followed her shirt ontothe floor. "And here they are!" She leaned forward and dangled her heavybreasts before him.Kevin looked at them appreciatively. "Very nice, indeed," he said, "You'rewelcome to 'droop' them over me any time you want to. But I was serious,partly at least, when I said your bare bosom could help generate Sheila'snext orgasm. More than that, though, would you be interested in fondling herto climax while I watch?""May I? I'd love it!""Then she's all yours. Bring her off as quickly as you can, though. I haven'tgiven up on a grand total of at least four. Ready for 'O number 2,' Sheila?""I'm ready," Sheila replied and ruffled her pubic hair.Mandy held her own abundant breasts in her hands and gently rubbed theirbutton-like nipples against Sheila's little spikes before taking her friendfully into her arms. Their four breasts pressed close together, Mandy rubbedher jeans against Sheila's naked groin. As she did so, she placed her lipson those of the dark-haired woman. Sheila returned the kiss with a passion thatsurprised Kevin, who realized he was learning for the first time that his wifewas capable of ardent sex with another woman.Without breaking the kiss, Mandy caressed Sheila's shoulders and back,finally reaching the buttocks, which she kneaded with her finger tips.Sheila's response was slowly to rotate her pelvis against Mandy's jeans andto nestle her cereal bowl-sized breasts against the milk jugs opposite them.After a few moments, the two female bodies literally writhed against eachother. Mandy's fingers wrapped in Sheila's hair ensured that their glisteninglips and flicking tongues did not lose contact. Sheila reached between theirbodies, separated her vaginal petals, and then ground her open vulva andexposed clitoris against the coarse cloth concealing Mandy's correspondingorgans. Seconds later, Sheila's body stiffened and shook. Her knees buckled and onlyMandy's tight embrace kept her from sinking to the floor. When her legswould hold her again, Mandy released their lips, fell to her own knees andplanted a moist kiss on her friend's already moist nether hair.Sheila, her eyes glazed, smiled at Kevin. "Number Two!" she said."That was beautifully done," Kevin said to Mandy, who was still kneeling onthe floor. "And expeditiously, too. It's exactly eleven o'clock with time fortwo more orgasms before noon."Mandy stood and shook her long blond hair. "She can't do it, she simply can'tdo it.""What do you think, Sheila?" Kevin asked. "Are you still willing to try?""Of course," Sheila replied. "A slave obeys orders and I'm a slave.""But you look like a rather exhausted slave," Kevin said kindly. "Lie on thesofa and relax a bit."Gratefully, Sheila stretched out on the large divan with her feet together andher head on a small throw pillow. She folded her hands on her abdomen andclosed her eyes."She's really very beautiful," Mandy said. "Thank you for letting me makeher.""It's I who should thank you. It took you less than twenty minutes to elicither second orgasm. But it must be a little frustrating for you not to climax,too," Kevin replied."Only a little. And I didn't mind, after all, I knew her orgasm was what reallywas important.""I'll make it up to you some day - if you want me to, of course.""Is that a promise?" Mandy grined broadly."That's a promise," he declared with emphasis. "But now we must make hastetoward 'O number Three.' He sat on the couch beside his recumbent wife and put his hand on her thigh."Are you ready, Sheila?"Sheila opened her eyes. "I guess so," she answered a trifle hesitantly.Kevin combed his fingers through her luxuriant damp hair and said, "We'lltake it slow and easy. All you have to do is focus your mind on your clit." Shenodded and closed her eyes again.He went to a side table, opened a drawer, took out a dildo, and noticed thatMandy's eyes widened at the size of it. "I wish my prick was this big," hesaid."You don't have to," Mandy said, "it's not the size that matters, it's what youdo with it and I have evidence that your's is a whole lot more thansatisfactory in that regard!""It's kind of you to say so," Kevin responded, seating himself again at Sheila'sside. He laid the vibrator on the sofa, gently massaged her belly, and then cuppedher breasts, which he fondled tenderly while he moistened their nippleswith his tongue. She responded with soft purring sounds, raising her bosomto welcome his ministrations."May I help?" Mandy asked hungrily."No," Kevin replied quickly, "this orgasm is mine." Without replying, Mandyseated herself nearby and cradled her bare breasts in her hands, reconciledto being an observer.Kevin eased Sheila's legs apart and studied the ever-strange region betweenher thighs. How exotic this familiar female anatomy would always be - andhow enticing, how desirable, how exciting. He slipped a finger into the cavityhidden by puckered skin and hooked a knuckle around her pelvis bone topress upon the so-called G-spot, which was corrugated in comparison withthe smoothness of the tunel leading to it. Sheila raised her hips andexhaled.Keeping his finger buried in her vagina, Kevin switched on the vibrator withhis free hand and moved it on her pelvic area, coming to rest over herclitoris. He did not press down but let it hum lightly on the hood of flesh thatshielded the focal point of her sexual excitation. Sheila exhaled - "Aaah" -and stretched her body, luxuriating in the exquisite pleasure.Slowly Kevin moved the vibrator into the velvety canal between her clitorisand the entrance to her vagina. He held it there while he extracted his fingerfrom her warm interior and used it to move away the hood, revealing hertiny "female penis," red and pointed in arousal. She flinched when heunexpectedly touched it with the tip of his tongue, but when he continued tolick she responded with rhythmic movements of her pelvis and a look ofsomething approaching bliss on her face.He momentarily interrupted his attention to her clitoris - exciting to him aswell as to her - in order to insert the delicately buzzing vibrator into hervaginal cavity, where he held it as he returned to her almost infinitesimalfocus of arousal. He had barely begun to tongue when she erupted in orgasmic spasms thatracked her body not once, but many, many times. Kevin did not even dreamof leaving her body until she had completed this most massive orgasm of themorning. Sheila didn't open her eyes, but merely clutched her breasts and opened herthighs further when she triumphantly said, "Number Three!""That was more than number three," Mandy observed. "I think you shouldcount it as three, four, five, and six, at least.""No matter how you count," Sheila said from the couch, "it's not enough. Iwant more, more, many more!""She's kidding," Mandy declared."Are you kidding?" Kevin asked."Definitely not!" Sheila sat up and thrust her pert breasts forward. "And I'mready now.""It's only 11:20. Maybe you can get two more in before twelve," Mandy said."No need to get sarcastic, Mandy," Kevin said. "She seems really to mean it.""I know. I'm jealous that's all."Kevin chose to ignore that and facing Sheila, proceeded to take off all hisclothes. "This time," he said, "we'll do it the way it should be done.""It's really not fair to waste that lovely tool on her," Mandy interjected."She's already had as many as six orgasms. Use it in a woman who'll reallyappreciate it me!""Now, Mandy," Kevin said gently, holding his erect penis in his hand, "youknow I can't do that.""I'm sorry," she replied, "but I'm so horny I can't stand it. Don't worry,though, I can handle that myself." She stood, stripped off her jeans andpanties, and stuffed three fingers into her vagina."That's a good girl. You'll feel better in a few minutes," Kevin grined."I'd better!" Mandy declared, but she smiled, too. He then turned his full attention to his naked wife who, despite herdeclaration that she desired another orgasm immediately, was still flushedand quivering from the last one."Really, Sheila," he said, "I think we ought to wait until you've rested somemore."She leaned forward, rested her elbows on her knees, and stared at his penisas though she had never seen it before. "No," she breathed, "I want it. I wantit inside of me. I want to feel it move inside of me. And I want it now."He took her hand, indicating that she should stand, and held her small,compact body in his arms. With her erect nipples squashed against his chestand his upright penis compressed between their equally denuded bellies, hekissed her tenderly. Then, his lips moving against hers, he murmured, "Iwant to do you doggie style - here, on the floor.""Any way you wish," her lips brushed his in reply, "just so you do me."Kevin relaxed his grip on her buttocks and her body flowed from his arms tothe carpet, coming to rest on her elbows and wide-spread knees, her raisedbottom prepared for his entry. He knelt behind her and carefully opened the double doors to her wombwith his fingers. The reddened juicy interior beckoned but he contentedhimself with passing a thumb over the taut pin at the base of her verticalopening. Sheila gasped and pressed her breasts to the floor, which raised herlower offering even further.He held her slippery portals of flesh apart with the wide-spread fingers ofone hand and, with the other, positioned his now throbbing penis at the opendoor thereby provided. Slowly, oh, so slowly, he entered until he was fullyinserted, his hardened testicles, unable to follow, pressed against herquivering facade. He rested his hands on the rounded twin hills framing thecavity his rigid appendage visited and remained motionless for the momentit took to observe Mandy, her gaze intent on the coupling of her marriedfriends, feverishly manipulating her own sexual center.He then began his exploration of Sheila's intimate portion by deliberatelymoving within it. His right hand gripped her right cheek but his left movedbeneath his testicles to touch her clitoris and press a finger upon it. Thusholding her body between his hands, he increased his movements, bothpenis and finger. Sheila moved with him, moaning at first and then crying out, "Oh, fuck me!Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck me!"And fuck her he did, pounding into her with such force that only his grasp ofher buttocks kept her in place. She came then with a mighty shove upwardonto him and an ecstatic scream that pierced the heretofore stillness of themorning. Her knees refused to support her further and Kevin gently allowedher to sink to the floor, his still erect implement slipping reluctantly fromits sheath.At the sight of his beautifully pulsating erection, dripping with Sheila'ssecretions, Mandy's orgasm exploded also and her lovely naked bodyquivered rigidly in the chair where she was sitting.Sheila raised her head and, before, dropping her cheek back to the floor, saidblissfully, "Number Four!"Kevin sat beside her and possessively caressed her spine. He looked at hiswatch. "There's ten minutes yet available," he said, "but I think we'll let therecord stand at four orgasms or, if Mandy has her way, seven."Sheila turned on her side and propped her head on one hand. "It was four,"she said definitely, "the others were merely aftershocks." She smiled then ather unadorned female friend, "We should count yours, too, and make it five!"Suddenly she sat bolt upright. "It should have been six. Kevin, you didn'tcome!"Kevin patted his softening penis and said, "My time will come.""It could come in the next ten minutes," Mandy said quickly. "Stick thatgorgeous sword of yours in me and we could make it six before the clockstrikes twelve!""That's kind of you, Mandy, but the only ones that count are Sheila's.""Kind, hell," Mandy stood and swung her large breasts before his face. Kevinreached up and squeezed the nearest mammary gland but she pulled awayand, slipping on her jeans and shirt, stuffed her panties in a pocket andmade her exit."What a fabulous morning!" Sheila said."It was indeed," Kevin agreed, "but now that the game's over for today, howabout if we go to bed and act like wife and husband?" She reached downand cupped his genitals. * * * * * * * * *Sheila came into the bathroom where Kevin was shaving one morning andpopped the question: "Mandy asked if she could join our 'master-slave' game.What do you think?"He wiped some shaving cream from around his mouth so he could talkwithout swallowing the stuff. "You mean the 'mistress-slave' game, don'tyou?""I might, but she called it 'master-slave.'""Interesting. I'm not sure. Apparently you're willing, since you brought it up.Right?""Well, the fact is she's been an observer and part-time participant each ofthe last two times we've played it. It's almost as though she's already in.""It's OK, I guess, but even though she's sexy as hell, I wouldn't want heraround all the time.""That's pretty much the way I feel about it, too," Sheila said. "But," sheadded, "I make one restriction.""What's that?""She can never be the mistress; always the slave. I don't want her orderingyou around!"Kevin flicked a glob of saving cream at her. "That's my possessive wife, foryou.""You damn right!" Sheila said seriously and pinched his right nipple."Very well. Suits me," he laughed. "When shall we play again?""Tomorrow morning," she replied. "I've already told her. She'll be here atnine."

The Friend

Mandy found a note inscribed with her name taped to the front door. Sheopened it and read:Slave Girl: 1. Come in. 2. Strip. 3.When you are completely naked, open the bag in the hall closet and wear the garments in it. 4. Walk to the kitchen. --Your MasterA tingling wave of excitement passed through Mandy's body. Sheila had toldher that, if she wanted to join them, she would be expected to play the slavepart and she had agreed. But to be addressed, on paper no less, as 'slave girl' made it even more exciting. She folded the note and put it in the hip pocketof her jeans; it would be fun to read it after.Once inside, she lost no time in getting out of her clothes, including, sinceshe had been instructed to strip completely naked, her wrist watch, the threerings she always wore, and the two pins that kept strands of blond hair fromfalling into her face. Now that's naked, she thought.On the closet floor was a small travelling case that opened from the top.When she swung the lid up she found a piece of paper covering the stackedtrays designed for jewelry and other small items. It was another note:Slave Girl: Attire yourself with the items in the order in which you find Them. --Your MasterBeneath the note was a wisp of a bra stiff dark red satin cups rimmed bydainty black lace with a clip to hold them together. Mandy eagerly wrappedits string strap around her back, fitted her considerable bosom into the cups,and closed the clip. The effect was startling even to her, for although the bralifted her breasts and pressed them together, it covered only the lowerone-third of their area and caused the exposed two-thirds to bulge upwardwith their exposed nipples standing out in most remarkable fashion.Keen to discover what other wonders resided in the case, she lifted out thetop tray and set it aside. Beneath it were two tassels, one with a tuft of blackyarn attached to a black circle of soft plastic with a hole in the center by athick red braid about six inches long. Otherwise identical, the colors werereversed on the other one red tassel, black braid, red plastic circle. There was no note, but Mandy didn't need to be told what these were for.Steadying her left breast with one hand, she carefully placed the blackplastic circle over its tip. The circle completely covered the breast's areolawhile her stiff nipple protruded through the hole. She pressed on the circleand it clung to her flesh. Then, when she had fastened the red plastic circleto her right breast, she waved the tassels to and fro, intrigued that theytickled a little when they brushed her upper abdomen. Kevin and Sheilawere certainly dressing her as a slave girl should be!The bottom of the case contained a pair of unmatched shoes - one was redand one was black - with the highest heels Mandy had ever seen (could shewalk in those?) and a skirt composed of red and black cords with tasselsattached, identical to those hanging from her breasts, that were fastened to a black band at about two-inch intervals. She stepped through the band anddrew it to her waist where it refused to stay, slipping instead to her hips. Itwas not a skirt designed to conceal the body of the woman who wore it.When she reached for the shoes, Mandy noticed that something seemed to beinside one of them. There was. It was a G-string of red satin with black lacethat precisely matched one of the bra cups. She pulled it on, fitted the patchof satin over her blond-haired pubes, and felt the thong between her legssnuggle across her anus. She slipped her feet into the shoes and tottered a few steps before shebecame comfortable walking virtually on tip-toe. By the time she reachedthe kitchen, however, she stepped confidently, the tassels dancing about heras she did so.Sheila scarcely looked up from her newspaper when Mandy came throughthe door, but she called out, "Kevin, your slave girl's finally here.""Tell her to come to me." Kevin's voice came from the bedroom.'You heard him. Go," Sheila said.Kevin, naked, sat on the edge of the bed fondling his penis. "I need adischarge, slave girl," he said, "so you'll have to work for your breakfast -which will consist of semen."Feeling for all the world like a real slave girl, Mandy dropped to her kneesbetween his legs, licked a drop of pre-come from the tip of his semendispenser, and then took it fully into her mouth and throat.Leaning back on his arms, Kevin watched Mandy's head bob up and downand mentally congratulated his wife for finding and choosing the slave-girlcostume at Frederick's of Hollywood. And, though he hadn't been at the time,he was now grateful to Sheila for encouraging him not to ejaculate inside herthe previous night. Save it for Mandy's breakfast, she had said.His thoughts didn't stay on those extraneous matters for long, however,because Mandy's exertions were fast producing their intended effect. Herlips alternately closed around his glans and slid silkily down the length of hisshaft. At the same time she manipulated his testicles separately with thefingers of her two hands. The result was exquisite and almost painfulpleasure, which he maintained by sheer force of will until that becameimpossible and his body involuntarily ejected two days accumulation ofsemen into her throat. She swallowed but kept the penis in her mouth until it became soft enoughfor her to bring in the testicles as well, thus filling her mouth with hisgenitalia. Then a surprising thing happened, surprising, at least, to Kevin,though Mandy had hoped the continuing action of her tongue and thesucking of her lips would cause his erection to return. As the penis stiffened,the gonads slipped from her mouth and once again her lips surrounded firmer male flesh.Kevin put his hand on her head. "Let's stop now, slave girl," he said. "You'vehad enough protein for the moment - and I want to save any I have left forlater." Reluctantly, Mandy abandoned the delicious morsel she had proudlycreated and rose to her feet. Kevin stood, too. His polished penis stood with him and the sight of Mandy'serotic body in her erotic costume did nothing to encourage it to subside. Hestarted to move toward her when they heard the front doorbell ring."That will be the man coming to repair the refrigerator," he said, "go let himin and bring him to the kitchen and don't hesitate to 'entertain' him whileyou do it."In the back of her mind, Mandy had expected something like this, and shealso had a pretty good idea as to what Kevin expected of her in the way of"entertainment." Her already erect nipples became even harder withexcitement as she walked through the living room to the door, her oscillatinghips making the tassels bounce about her legs.The doorbell rang again and Mandy said, "Just a moment, please." Sheextended one bare leg through the tassels and put the opposite hand on herhip beneath them. Only then did she turn the knob, placing her hand on herexposed thigh as the door swung open."Yes?" she said in a low sultry voice.The repair man, who thought he had seen everything when it comes toat-home customers, stumbled back a step and looked at his feet. He wasshort and perhaps a little past middle age with long straggly thining hair.His belly, which hung over the belt of his baggy jeans, was too big for hisshirt adequately to cover, so it bulged whitely through the space left by twounfastened buttons. In one grease-stained hand he held a metal tool box."Yes?" Mandy said again, "What may I do for you?" Only a deaf man wouldhave failed to hear the suggestion in her words.He looked directly at her then and said with a lecherous grin on his bristlyface, "I've come to fix the frig , mam."Mandy sensuously stroked her thigh and made her bosom quiver. "Oh, yes!It desperately needs attention!" she breathed. "Come . . . after me."She locked her hands behind her neck (which, of course, raised her breastsand caused their tassels to tremble) and turned slowly on her stilt-like heels. Emphasizing her hips with every deliberate step, she strutted slowly towardthe kitchen, knowing full well that the swinging tassels left none of herfany to his imagination.Sheila and Kevin, wearing robes, sat at the kitchen table, coffee cups in hand,studying the morning paper. Sheila looked up when she saw Mandy with therepair man panting after her. "You must be the one who's going to fix therefrigerator," she said as though there was nothing out of the usual."That's right," he replied gruffly, "what's wrong with it?""The light won't go on when the door opens. It's so anoying!" Sheila toldhim."Alright then," he said busily, "let's just take a look at it."Mandy pulled open the door and, as he bent to peer in, one of her tit tasselsbrushed his balding head and he leered up at her lustfully. He immediatelygot out a screwdriver and began to remove the door switch. (Kevin knew theonly problem was the bulb, which he had deliberately broken.)Watching him, Mandy leaned her breasts over the low door and made surethat one of their tassels swung on either side of the repair man's grizzledface. He turned his head from side to side against them as he worked,obviously taking his time to remove only two screws. When the switchfinally was unbolted, he pulled it out and unattached the wires, holding it upfor Mandy's approval as though he had done something marvelous. Then,when he bent down to examine the wires, one of her nipple tassels caught inhis beard bristles and it came off with a quiet pop."Gee, I'm sorry, mam," he said and made as though he would hand it back toher."I'd love for you to put it back on," Mandy purred. "You are so handsome!"He didn't need to be asked a second time. When he gingerly tried to fit theplastic circle over her nipple, she moved her breast every time he was aboutto get it centered on its target."It's hard to hold still when I'm so excited," Mandy whispered down to himover the refrigerator door between them. "I need your help.""Yes, mam!" he replied and grabbed her mostly naked breast with his freehand, squeezed it tightly (too tightly for Mandy's comfort), and roughlyplaced the circle around its distended tit."There you are, mam, good as new!" he declared, apparently not noticing thegreasy finger marks he left across the light blue veins of her swelling whiteflesh."Have you found the problem?" Kevin asked.The repair man looked around the door toward the table, which he could seebetween Mandy's naked thigh's beneath her G-string from which peeked afew stray blond hairs. "Not yet, sir," he answered, "it doesn't seem to be theswitch, though.""That's good," said Kevin, "have you tried the bulb?""That's next," he said and left grease marks on Mandy's leg when he duckedback behind the door. He replaced the switch and started to loosen the bulb."Maybe you should test my bulbs, too," Mandy said. "They only seem to lightup when they're tested." And she leaned further over the door to swing her'bulbs' over his head. "Be happy to," he smirked at her, "but I gotta take'em loose to do it.""Then do! They need to be tested!" Mandy smiled down at him coquettishly.He seized the two dangling tassels and unceremoniously jerked them off,then put a grimy hand on each breast and rudely hoisted it from the red andblack quarter cup supporting it.It took an effort, but she refrained from flinching and faked a sigh, "Oh, youare so manly." Whereupon he squashed one of her large breasts between hispalms and clamped his teeth onto her nipple.At the table Sheila raised an eyebrow at Kevin. He nodded and spoke loudly,"Was the bulb out? Was that the trouble?"The repair man released the nipple, though not the breast, in order toanswer: "I'm still checking, sir.""Then hurry up with it, will you?" Kevin said irritatedly."I think you'd better do that, gorgeous man," Mandy advised. "My bulb's ingood order now."He literally wiped his hands on her breast as he released it and turned to themachine.A silently laughing Mandy was replaced by a serious looking Kevin at therefrigerator door and so it was Kevin he saw when next the repair manlooked up."Yes, sir!" he said, "let's shut the door and see what happens." He stood and,puzzled, looked around for Mandy, but she was nowhere to be seen. And, ofcourse, the replaced bulb worked perfectly.Kevin thanked him, paid him, and ushered him to the door. He was doubledup with laughter when he returned to the kitchen. "I bet that guy is, rightnow, wondering what sort of dream he's just had.""It was damn near a wet dream," Sheila was laughing, too. "Did you see thebulge in his pants?""No, but he wouldn't be human if it wasn't there," Kevin answered andopened his robe to demonstrate how human he was, himself."Wow!" Sheila exclaimed. "Is that for me or for Mandy?""I think Mandy should have it, don't you? She's earned it.""I certainly did," Mandy emerged from her hiding place, her freed breastsliberally streaked with grease from the repair man's hands. But she, too, waslaughing. "Wasn't I a good little slave girl?""That you were," Kevin said. "And, moreover, you still are - but we've got toget you cleaned up, you're a mess.""He really was a boor, wasn't he," Mandy said, "but - you know?- the factthat I would never, ever, have let him lay me, made it even more exciting -that plus the fact that you two were listening to my tease."She considered Kevin's audacious extremity. "Now do I get to drink from thefountain again?" she asked eagerly."Maybe," Kevin answered, "but two things have to happen before you candrink: you've got to be de-greased, and the fountain has got to spout insideyour cave.""Oh, marvelous," Mandy exclaimed and slipped a finger inside her G-stringonto the entrance of her cave.He tossed his robe onto a chair and ordered, "Follow me, slave girl." And,penis swaying, he strode toward the bathroom, where he turned on the tapand let tepid water run into the tub."Take off the shoes and skirt - but not the G-string - and climb in, slavegirl," he said and handed her a bar of soap and wash cloth."Aren't you going to wash her yourself?" Sheila, who had come with them,asked."No, I want to watch her do it." He lowered the toilet lid, sat on it, his feet flat on the floor, and leaned back with his hands behind his head. "Now, slavegirl," he said, "clean the titties.""May I?" Sheila, who still wore her robe, asked and, without waiting for ananswer, seated herself on the floor between Kevin's legs and began fondlinghis erection. Kevin did not object.Mandy stretched herself out in the tub, keeping only her head above water.Then, sitting up for Kevin to see her, she soaped her breasts, squeezing them,pushing them together, and pinching their nipples so the buttons stoodproudly firm. Even with that thorough treatment, some grease remained, butrougher application of the cloth quickly eliminated all trace of the repairman's grubby paws."It was delightful watching that cleansing," Kevin remarked."And this slave girl enjoys being watched while she bathes," Mandy grined,stepping out of the tub and applying a towel to her backside."Are you sure the slave deserves this? Just because she let a service mangrope her?" Sheila asked plaintively. She rolled his glans between her thumband two fingers."Of course she does!" He stood, took Mandy's body in his arms, and pressedher full breasts against his chest before dropping to his knees and draggingthe wet G-string to her ankles. He promptly separated the folds concealingher "cave" and placed his tongue on the lilliputian sentry guarding it."Oh! That's very nice!" Mandy sighed and, leaning over, put her hands onhis cheeks. But Kevin had no intention of proceeding with cunilingus.Instead, he stood, clasped her breasts, and gave each nipple a single lick. "Come with me!" he said hoarsely and marched away. She almostunconsciously slipped on the super-high heels he had provided for herbefore trailing after him.In the living room, he threw a pillow from the couch on the soft carpet andurgently told her to sit on it and then lie down. Thus properly positioned, sheopened wide her legs and spread the aperture to the cavity within her inanticipation of his entry.Kevin stood above the naked woman and admired her long curvacious legs,smooth belly, and flattened though still swelling bosom."She's really quite beautiful, isn't she?" Sheila commented."She's very beautiful," he agreed. "Almost too beautiful to fuck.""No woman's that beautiful," Sheila said. "Fuck her!"Kevin knelt between Mandy's legs, held his fully rigid penis in his hand, andteased her exposed clitoris with its tip. Her body quivered and, with a moan, she lifted her body to meet him. Slowly, then, he inserted his instrumentuntil it was completely absorbed by her pliant flesh. Only then did he initiatethe in and out motion that would produce the friction necessary to releasethe fluid stored in his testicles, a release that swiftly followed.It was a magnificent orgasm for Kevin, one that seemed literally to drain, notonly the semen, but the energy from his body. Mandy, however, though shetrembled beneath him, had not experienced the corresponding release andKevin wanted that for her. Gently, he withdrew his wilted penis and,flattening himself on the floor, replaced it with his tongue. The taste of hisown ejaculate was new to him and he was not certain he liked it very much,but that did not deter him from urgently licking and sucking her blood-filledclitoris, an action that almost immediately caused her to scream and buckagainst his mouth before gradually subsiding into limp rapture.After Mandy had dressed, gathered up the slave-girl costume (which Kevininsisted belonged to her), and left, Sheila and Kevin retired to their maritalbed, where he brought Sheila to a towering climax by cunilingus.--ÿ

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