Emma
I’ve been having this reoccurring dream and waking up in the morning with the images clear in my head. It’s a very horny dream, and I have been jumping on Eddie as soon as he stirs. And then, during the day, when I am having quiet thoughtful moments, the dream returns and my imagination has been running wild, as have my fingers.
When I mentioned it to Eddie, he encouraged me to tell him more and more, and as we make love, I go into greater detail, whispering into his ear, my breath getting heavier and heavier until I orgasm.
I’m standing in front of the bedroom mirror. I am naked but I have my suspender belt in my hands and I clip the lovely lace around my hips. I smile at the image in the mirror, and I sit on the bed and put on my black silk stockings, slowly clipping them onto the belt. I stand and look again.
I slowly walk to the mirror for a closer look. My legs look lovely and I stroke the stocking tops and then, using both hands, outline my pussy and press either side so my pussy opens slightly and my clitoris is clearly visible. God, I am wet, and my clitoris is hard.
“Emma, no touching now. You know the rules.” Eddie is standing at the door, and he walks towards me. “I’ll help you dress. We have to go soon.”
“Eddie, please, I haven’t orgasmed for ages, please, I need a quick one, please fuck me.”
He says nothing. Instead, he kneels behind me and helps me slip on my high heels. And as he stands, he so very gently runs his hands up my stockings, and onto my skin and then slips his middle finger into my pussy and then onto my clitoris.
“Oh, Eddie, please.” I am panting, almost gasping. And as I move my hands towards my soaking pussy, he stops me.
“You know what we agreed. The deal was that you wouldn’t have an orgasm all week.” What a fucking stupid thing to agree to. I am not used to this. I love my orgasms. I usually have several a day.
And now my black sequined dress. Eddie slips it on me and zips it up. I look again in the mirror. Yes, I look lovely. But I know he hasn’t finished. They are on the dressing table.
He picks two and knees behind me. I see him in the mirror and, as the first ankle cuff is fastened, my heart races. And now the other one. He slowly stands, but as he does so, his hands gently stroke my legs and hips until he is standing behind me and he raises my arms.
The two wrist cuffs are the same, black leather with a large metal hoop and clasp. He checks they are not too tight and gently tugs them and then holds them both behind my back. I look at the reflection in the mirror. Oh my. My breasts are rising and he puts his lips to my neck and very gently kisses me.
Now the final piece. He releases my arms and places the collar around my neck and gently fastens it. The metal lead is clipped into place. I look again. Oh my, oh my.
Eddie
Trying to prevent Emma from having an orgasm had proved a good deal more difficult than I had thought it would be. For a start, she is always naked at home. She started doing that months ago, although she used large woolen blankets when it was cold, and the fuel bill went through the roof. But now the warm weather was here, the only time she wore anything at home was when people called in. And even then, a couple of her friends had started joining her naked at coffee mornings.
And her nudity had certainly had an effect on her libido. Quite simply, Emma has been in a constant state of arousal. I’m not complaining but when she said in her dream she had not orgasmed for ages, I was surprised. So, we had agreed on one week. Yes, just one week and she was in a terrible state!
I had to confiscate her vibrator, and her dildo, and the strap-on we use with our girlfriend Sally. But I didn’t realise how many items she could use! You name it, I think she tried it, including I am certain, my electric toothbrush and I spent the week following her around, admittedly not the worse job in the world.
But without doubt, the most difficult task was not grabbing her and putting her out of her misery. Yes, I had had several excellent blowjobs, and one amazing, incredible, mind-blowing hand job, although I’m not sure we can go to that pub again. But we had made it to the Friday evening, and she was ready. Oh yes, she was definitely ready.
Emma
The taxi is waiting and as we walk down the steps, I am conscious my collar and lead are clearly visible, as it is too warm to wear a coat. Eddie opens the car door and I slip in, and as I fasten my seat belt, I see the taxi driver looking in his mirror. I smile and casually sweep my hair back so he gets a better view and he spots my cuffs as well.
“The Charlton please, it’s on Marlborough Avenue,” and we set off. We chat but it’s clear we are both nervous. Eddie is in his dinner suit, and he looks very handsome and when we arrive, he helps me out of the taxi and we walk arm-in-arm up the steps and into the reception.
“Good evening Sir, good evening Madam, they are expecting you in the Embassy Room. It’s up the stairs and turn right.”
“Thank you,” we both reply, and slowly and so casually, we walk up the stairs, but my heart is racing and my mouth is dry, and I feel my pussy tingle. The door to the Embassy Rom is ajar and I hear laughter and voices, men’s voices. And there, outside, is a very handsome man, dressed in a dinner suit.
“Hello, you must be Eddie, and this must be Emma.” He looks at me and smiles. “Welcome Emma, my name is Stephen. Everybody is waiting for you.” I turn to Eddie and he smiles and, as he steps towards me, I see the blindfold in his hand. I freeze as he gently ties it in place and I feel his warm breath against my cheek and then a gentle kiss.
“Emma, remember I will be there and you know the safe word,” he says, softly in my ear.
Oh god, I can hear my heart thumping inside my chest, and I feel physically sick. But my pussy is twitching, almost aching, my nipples are erect and there is that unmistakable, incredible feeling of utter lust.
“Stephen, you know the rules, and the safe word, but other than that, she’s yours for the next few hours.”
I feel the lead gently pull me and I walk towards where I know the door is and we enter. The voices are clear and I hear the door close behind me.
Eddie
I thought trying to get this organised would be near impossible and my initial efforts seemed to reflect that. A few phone calls proved fruitless, and attempts on the internet proved even worse. And I had nearly given up on the idea, well Emma’s idea, when I got lucky. Phil and Angie had come down for the weekend and it was over a pint with Phil that I had mentioned Emma’s dream.
“Do you remember Andrew and Claire,” Phil had said, although he knew damn well I would remember them. We had met then at a fancy dress party. Well, I say fancy dress, but it was more of a huntsman ball and Emma had been the fox and had thoroughly enjoyed herself, in particular with Andrew.
“Anyway, you know Andrew and Claire are getting married and he is having a stag weekend and his best man is trying to arrange something special.”
“And Claire is OK with that?” I asked, to which Phil explained it was her idea, giving him a special treat, as she intended to have an equally special hen do. And after a number of phone calls with Andrew and his best man, Stephen, we had found ourselves here.
Of course, my initial concern had been about Emma. I asked all the necessary questions about their expectations but I found it was me that was telling them what she wanted, based on her dreams. To say they were excited was an understatement. But I had to ask the difficult question, one I know Emma would have wanted me to ask.
“Stephen, you haven’t met Emma, but I know Andrew has. Look, she is quite a bit older than Andrew, and she’d be devastated if she was not what you would hope she would be.” And as soon as I had said this, I regretted it.
“You are fucking kidding me, aren’t you!” he said. “Andrew has told me about Emma, the fox, and from what he says, she is going to be ravished.” Perfect, I thought. She loves the verb "ravish".
Emma
I am standing in the room and the voices are clear, but gradually, one by one, the conversations stop and the laughter subsides, and there is a hush across the room. My breathing quickens and I stand as tall as I can, in my heels, listening carefully, trying to catch any word said.
And then I feel someone behind me and a hand on my shoulder and then a tug on the zip of my dress. The sound of it opening is deafening, well, at least to me and as it slips off my shoulders, and over my hips and lands on the floor at my feet, I hear the voices again. And I smile.
“Gentlemen, this is Emma. The lucky five who have got a golden ticket, she is yours. And of course, the groom, who has free access whenever he chooses. The rest of us, well, you know the rules, so enjoy gentlemen.”
I feel the lead pull and I follow, doing my best not to shake, not to fall over, not to stumble and then I am stopped by a hand on my shoulder. A pair of hands lifts my arm and I feel my wrist being clipped onto something metal. And then the other, and I find myself with arms spread. And then I feel hands on my legs and firstly, my left leg and then my right leg is clipped into place and I realise I am in a star position and unable to move.
Oh my. The anticipation is incredible. I cannot move but I feel my pussy tingle and my nipples harden. And I wait. And wait.
Voices grow loud again, and there is laughter and cheering and I wait. Oh, my body is aching, not from the restraint, but it is yearning to be touched, to be squeezed, to be pinched and be probed, and to be licked and to be fucked. It is almost unbearable.
And then, at last, I feel a hand on my bottom. And then another on my breast. And I let out a soft groan and my body shudders.
“Wow, what a reaction,” and I hear his friend agree. And then a hand slips between my legs and I feel a finger probe my pussy and I groan again, this time louder and stronger and I thrust my hips towards the hand.
“Chaps, you need to see this,” someone says, and I hear people moving and voices coming closer. “Watch this.”
I wait and then I feel his hand, running up my inner thigh and then a finger against the lips of my pussy and then it slides in. Holy fuck, and I let out another deep groan and I thrust my hips again Then I feel another hand slip between my legs and more fingers slip in and my pussy spasms and I yell.
“Oh fucking hell, fucking hell, yes, please fuck me, please someone, anyone, FUCK ME!”
More hands are on me, squeezing my breasts, pulling my nipples and rubbing my thighs, stroking my bottom and probing my anus. But the fingers in my pussy are missing and I try to move my hips to find them. Oh god, I want to cry, I need to cum.
All the voices around me fill my head, and I try desperately to listen, but then suddenly, “Enough everyone,” and the voices stop and all the hands stop, and I am left waiting.
“OK Emma,” and a hand touches my arm and I hear the metal clasp click, and my arm is free. And then the other and I gradually lower my arms but before I can reach for my pussy my arms are moved behind my back and I hear the click as my wrists are fastened.
My heart beats harder as I hear something being moved in front of me and then a hand on my back and it presses me forward until I feel the leather on my breasts and I realise I am bent over a bench, or a table, my ankles still fastened, my legs spread.
Voices again, this time many voices, and cheering and there is real excitement in the air. And then hands are on my bottom and they are stroking my cheeks and I feel my pussy tingle and my lips open. And then a slap and I gasp. Then another and another, and I gasp again and again, but now they are stroking and I feel almost faint.
The cheers start again and then, at last, I feel something hard and hot, against my pussy. Oh please, yes, I think and then utter ecstasy, as I feel his cock press again my labia and then slide in. And almost immediately I start to cum.
Eddie
I knew she would. I’ve seen it so often and, of course, I have had the utter pleasure of being the one many, so many times. But it never ceases to amaze me. To be honest, I thought she would have orgasmed earlier, as the fingers slipped into her but she hadn’t and now we were witnessing a truly deep and mind-blowing orgasm, as Emma let rip.
The chap with his cock in my wife’s pussy seemed almost shocked, but he began to thrust, holding her hips as she shook, and shuddered and squirmed and writhed as her orgasm went through her body until, finally, she was face down on the table, her hair muffling her groans and sobs.
As I looked around, everyone seemed equally amazed. “Wow,” and “Good god,” and “Have you ever seen anything like that?!” and the guy next to me added, “What wouldn’t I give to fuck her!” And I smiled.
And I knew what would happen next. As the guy continued to fuck her, Emma began to stir, lifting her head, and then, gradually began to push her bottom up, pressing back as best she could, against each thrust.
I was close enough to hear her soft moans but when the guy reached forward and pulled her arms back, she arched her back, and she let out a loud groan and I realised she was going to come again. And this time, the lucky guy fucking her, started to really pound her, her little breasts bouncing, as he pulled her wrists towards him.
It was quite a sight and everyone watched as the pounding got harder and harder and my wife’s groans and moans got louder and louder, until she started to orgasm again, letting loose a flurry of swear words just as he shot his load.
The next thirty or so minutes was, in comparison, a calm period. Emma’s blindfold was removed and I watched as she surveyed the room carefully and was briefly uncuffed so she could have a drink and generally freshen up. Then she was cuffed again, this time in front of her and then spent that time serving drinks and being fondled and finger fucked. And she loved it.