I crawled back onto the bed and covered her body. I kissed her and then whispered into her ear.
“Do you want to do something naughty?”
She pushed me back to look me in the face.
“What did you have in mind?”
I had ordered everything I needed on the Internet. It was better than going to the seedy bookstore at the edge of town that sold adult items. I also didn’t want to be seen going or coming from there. In a small town, people talk. I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out the fur-covered handcuffs and blindfold. Her eyes got big, and then she smiled.
“Do you mean ...?”
“I want to tie you up and use your body as I see fit. Do you remember your safe word?”
She sucked in her breath. This suddenly became a little scary for her.
“What are you going to do to me? Why do I need a safe word?”
“Because I’m going to make you do things you’d never do on your own. I promise to keep you safe, but I might invite another girl or guy to join us. You would have to submit to my desires, and my desire is that you have the best time possible. I’ll be in control until you say the safe word. I’d then let you go, and you’d be in control of your body again.”
“Buttercup.”
“Alright, I’m going to get you ready. Give me your hands,” I ordered.
She put them out in front of her and I put the cuffs on.
“Are they too tight?”
“A little,” she told me. I redid them and she said, “That’s better.”
I put the mask on her and had her lie down. I had installed a snap hook on the headboard. Angie was picking out a new bedroom set for me, so it didn’t bother me to mar the finish when I fastened it on earlier today. I lifted her hands over her head and snapped the cuffs to the headboard. She tested them and got scared.
“Buttercup!”
I pulled her mask off and un-cuffed her. She wrapped her arms around me.
“I’m sorry. I just freaked out when I realized I was really under your control. Give me a second and I’ll be okay.”
After a short time, she nodded. I re-cuffed her and put the mask back on. I then laid her down and clicked the cuffs in place. I gave her sweet words of encouragement and a light massage to help her relax. When I thought she was ready, I went down on her. I wanted to make sure she was aroused before Greg and Angie showed up.
I got out the lube to prepare her.
I went back to eating her and applied the lube at the same time. I kept her on the edge. I wanted her first orgasm to come from Greg. When her neck flushed and nipples went rock-hard, I sent a text to Angie.
They must have been waiting just downstairs. I heard a knock at my door.
“Baby, I’ll be right back, they’re here.”
I found them both smiling when I met them downstairs. I wanted to talk to them before we went up.
“She’s nervous, so nothing rough. She’s right on the edge, so if you want to do her, she’s ready. Her safe word is ‘Buttercup.’
“Also, no talking. I want to build the mystery. Our goal is to rock her world.”
“Condoms?” Greg asked.
“Yes, on the nightstand.”
Angie gave me a smoldering look. What was that all about?
“David, Greg said I could cash in my free passes tonight.”
“Angie, we’ve talked about this. It’s not happening. You’re my sister now, and I just can’t do that with you.”
She bit her lip, pulled out a dollar bill, and gave it to Greg.
“Told you,” he said to her.
Who was the mature one here? I just shook my head and went up first. I had them wait in the living room while I talked to Beth one last time.
“Baby, they’re here. They’re a college couple, and he’s good-looking. You’d be okay having a fling with him if you could see him. She’s gorgeous and wants to watch her man with another woman. I don’t know if she’ll touch you or not. Is it okay if she does?”
“Can we see how it goes?”
“Of course we can, but he’s going to have sex with you. I’ll be here if you need me. Are you ready to have some fun?”
“Yes.”
They’d been listening. Greg openly gawked at Beth’s hot little outfit. We had talked about what turned us on many times. Beth in a miniskirt was high on our list. He surprised everyone when he clamped his hand over Beth’s mouth. Then he shoved his fingers beneath the hem of her skirt, confirming that she was ready, and simply stroked her already hypersensitive button to a quick orgasm.
Greg pulled his hand off Beth’s mouth and kissed her deeply. I got onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard to sit back and watch. Angie came over, sat between my legs, and settled in to watch the show. Greg had Beth pinned to the bed with his body. I could tell she was into it by the moans she made deep in her throat.
It dawned on me that I had made one error in my preparations. Beth still had her t-shirt on. Greg looked up at me and I just shrugged. He spotted my scissors on my desk. He jumped off the bed and grabbed them. I thought I had better explain the situation to Beth.
“Beth, I forgot to take your t-shirt off. Do you want him to cut it off, or do you want us to free you so he can get it off without damaging your shirt?”
“Go ahead and cut it off,” she said.
It sounded like him doing that was turning her on. I knew another fantasy of hers was to be raped. Of course not for real, but in a couple play-acting kind of way, so I used hand gestures to tell Greg to just snip the bottom to get it started and then rip the t-shirt off of her. He got a big grin. Of course, this earned us both a reproachful look from Angie. I just wrapped my arms around my soon to be sister-in-law and hugged her.
When Greg ripped the t-shirt off Beth, we could hear her sharp intake of breath. I could see her bottom lip quiver and I knew she was on the verge of shouting ‘Buttercup.’ I think she would have if he hadn’t immediately started to give her the full treatment. He took his time mapping out all her erogenous zones. I watched as Greg gave a masters class in building a woman’s arousal.
I felt Angie wiggle her cute derrière back against a rapidly inflating Mr. Happy. She looked back over her shoulder and I gave her a stern look. I could tell she wasn’t buying it by the naughty grin she had on her face. I knew it turned her on to think that she could arouse me so easily. Beth moaning brought us both back to the floor show.
Greg had found the back of her knee was sensitive. I’d missed that one. He got undressed and then pulled her skirt off so Beth was now naked as well. Angie locked eyes with Greg, slid off the bed, and went to her man. I leaned down so I could whisper in Beth’s ear.
“He has a nice, fit body and a fat one. You’re going to enjoy this. His girlfriend is making sure he’s nice and hard for you,” I informed her, as Angie went to her knees and sucked Greg into her mouth. Greg grunted when his wife-to-be took him to the hilt. “She’s worshiping his hard member, getting him prepared to take you. You want it hard, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes. I want him to pound me,” Beth almost whined.
Angie let Greg pull out of her mouth. She grasped him at the base and put a condom on it. She then guided him to Beth and rubbed his fat head up and down her folds. She found Beth’s entrance and released him as he slid home.
“Ooofff... YESSS DO MEEEE!” Beth screamed, loud enough to wake the neighbors.
The sexual tension was too much for both of them. Greg rhythmically pounded into Beth’s well-oiled sheath while he palmed her tits as handholds. This was one of those fun encounters I loved. She was meeting each one of his thrusts with gusto. I looked over at Angie and she had her shirt off and was playing with her nipples. I could tell Beth was close. She moaned and her chest began to flush, sure signs of a big one. Neither of them lasted very long, but I could tell they both had tremendous orgasms.