My apartment was quiet and dim. I sighed in relief as I toed off my work heels, then dropped my keys on the sideboard before scooping up my mail. The small square parcel with the neat lettering had landed demurely between two takeaway menus, and rendered everything else inconsequential.
The bottle of Vino Nobile di Montepulciano still sat on the kitchen counter. I’d allowed myself one tiny glass last night to calm my nerves before my presentation to the board of directors today; a presentation which had gone exceptionally well. I was well-versed, knowledgeable, confident. At least, I was... My hands now shook as I poured a large glass. One communication and my composure was shot.
The apartment was still shrouded in darkness as I brought my wine and the parcel to the dining table. I hadn’t tidied my personal laptop away yet. The table doubled as my home office when called for and floor to ceiling windows to the city below provided inspiration when needed.
I didn’t need to switch the lights on. There wouldn’t be a letter. I waited on my laptop booting as I ran shaky fingers over the seal. At the log-in screen I typed my password one-fingered, not trusting myself to touch-type. When the familiar tones of the home screen sounded I opened the DVD player and broke the seal on the package. The disc was all there was. No name. No writing. It could be blank... I toyed with it for a second. Hesitating. It wasn’t blank. I knew it wasn’t.
I inserted it and gulped wine as the drive whirred into action. My heart raced. It had been three months.
The scene was static. A single camera affair, set beside the bottom corner post of the bed. The woman was spread-eagled and restrained, a masquerade mask shrouding her features.
Shrouding my features.
I tried to watch objectively, but it all flooded back. For the first time on one of these DVDs there were three of us. All because I’d lost a bet.
On screen the two men circled the woman. I didn’t need the wetness on her thighs to tell me she’d already cum. My pussy twitched at the memory of being left in a post-orgasmic haze, waiting for the third of our illicit triumvirate to arrive and wondering how they’d use me when he did.
They hadn’t made me wait long. On screen they were already naked, lazily fisting impressive erections as they prowled. I saw my mouth open greedily as one stopped by my head, gripping my hair as he fucked my face. I remembered my distress as I felt the other's tongue on my ass. How was I to concentrate with such exquisite debauchery taking place?
I'd tried to compartmentalize and failed miserably. My brain threatened to overload until I'd finally let go, letting the pleasure wash into every part of me. My throat opened as my body’s defences retreated, allowing it to be fucked fully.