======== Message-ID: <111302Z30041996@anon.penet.fi> Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!news.cais.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an65862@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an65862@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 30 Apr 1996 11:03:18 UTC Subject: *deirdre: Four Lines: 203 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:149448 This is one of seven new stories I'm posting for Spring, 1996: Ball, Cheerleader, Date, Denial, Four, Mall, and Witch. Enjoy. -- deirdre Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people, often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of age. Permission granted to repost, to make available online, and to publish in low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups if attributed to deirdre. Permission granted to publish in periodicals and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre Four by deirdre, 4/6/96 "Come! I have to show you," said Peg, pulling on my arm as soon as Larry and I'd walked in the front door. She wasn't indicating Larry--just me. I glanced at him, but gave in, following Peg. I didn't see any of the other husbands around, and briefly felt guilty about abandoning Larry to Shannon and Denise. He hadn't even really wanted to come: I could tell. Well, at least he'd enjoy *looking* at Shannon. Men generally do. "What is it?" I asked as Peg let me to the kitchen, then down the basement stairs. Dinner at Shannon's: we'd gotten this idea one Saturday when the four of us had gone out for lunch. A chance to drag...I mean *get* our husbands to a nice dinner, and Shannon could show off her cooking. I'd only been to Shannon's house once before, and was still taking it all in: she does have a way with decor. Once in the basement, we turned a corner. I gasped: in front of us were three naked men! They were standing, tied, blindfolded and gagged. It was the husbands. "What do you think?" whispered Peg into my ear. I stared. They just stood there and I realized they were tied by the neck to the ceiling so they couldn't sit down or even move around very much. "Peg, what's going on?" I whispered in her ear, confused. As well as shocked. "Isn't it great?" she whispered back. *Great?* Was *that* the word to describe this? What was I going to do? This was the last thing I expected to find at Shannon's: come to a dinner party; find *this*, whatever it was. What was Larry going to think of all this? "Peg," I whispered. "This is *strange*. Are they OK?" "Sure! They love it," came the returned whisper. I looked at them. They just stood there. "Come on," she said, leading me back upstairs. Somehow I was embarrassed at those men possibly hearing me. I kept my voice down: "Peg, this is too weird. We've got to go." "What!? You just got here: this is our dinner together." "Larry won't like this!" What *would* Larry think? I had no idea what he would think, but I had the uncomfortable feeling that it would be that my friends and their husbands were totally crazy. Which is about what I was thinking at the time. "Oh, I don't know about that: guys *love* this sort of thing." What did she mean by that? Larry would *like* visiting three couples with the three men bound, naked? Those guys *like* this? I supposed they must or how did they let themselves get *into* their situation. "Look!" she added, still quietly. She'd led me to the opening to the family room and I stopped, staring at the scene in front of me. Shannon and Larry were staring at each other. Shannon was sitting in the middle of a table, her legs spread apart, her heels on the table, her elbows resting on her knees. She wore rather tight-fitting pants that emphasized her long, slender limbs and her slender, athletic body. She was staring straight at Larry, looking very serious. And he was standing in the middle of the room, staring right back at her! Neither of them moved when we came into view. Denise just stood leaning against the wall opposite Peg and me, watching them. Peg was indicating that I should be quiet. No one said anything, but no one seemed inclined to either. The air was definitely very tense. Shannon moved just a little, and even though it looked like she was just adjusting, I realized that her body movements were *very* sexy. She smiled at Larry. "You like what you see, don't you?" She was obviously talking to Larry, but he didn't answer: he just stared. I could see why he was intriguted by her, but I was shocked. He seemed to be oblivious to everything but her! "Don't you?" she repeated. "Yes," he said in a low voice. She smiled in response, but I didn't quite like her smile. I looked away. I happened to see into the dining room, noticing that Shannon had gone all out: good china, the works. And I realized that there were only four places set! Peg touched me and indicated to me to watch again, silently. Shannon put her legs down over the edge of the table, then stood. She moved so gracefully, like a cat. "You want me." "Yes." "You don't care about *anything* but *me*, do you?" No answer. She went on: "Right now: you care *just* about me." "Yes." She paused. Then she said: "Take off your shirt: right here." After another short pause, she said: "For me." He still just stared at her. She smiled again. "You *said* you want me. Do it. Right now. Right in front of your wife. For me." She seemed almost gleeful as she mentioned me. He did it. He started unbuttoning his shirt! She giggled a little and said "So much for loyalty!" At the same time, she ran her hands up and down her own body. Her outfit was so tight. He had the shirt off. She moved slightly closer. "Strip," she said. I noticed that Denise was holding handcuffs and a gag and other such things. He did it. He stood there naked. "Good boy," she said, looking him up and down deliberately. She motioned with her head to Denise without actually looking at her. Denise came up behind Larry and cuffed his hands together. He still just stood there, staring at Shannon! "I told you he'd like it," whispered Peg in my ear. Then she pulled me back from the door while Shannon and Denise led Larry out and toward the basement. I watched them disappear down the stairs. Larry'd never looked at me. "It's just us girls, tonight," said Peg. Then she said "Come," was dragging me again. She led me upstairs and into a bedroom. She opened a jewelry box. "Shannon wants us to wear her jewelry." She pulled out a string of pearls. "Shannon's wearing this. Try it on." She put it around my neck and attached it. *Larry naked in the basement, I'm trying on a pearl necklace.* The necklace was beautiful. Shannon and Denise appeared at the door. "Here, try this," said Shannon, having picked out a necklace with a locket. It seemed old-fashioned, but it was seeming old- fashioned just to wear any sort of necklace. Peg was wearing a gold chain and the two of us went back downstairs. I thought about Larry in the basement. What did he think of all this? How could he stare at Shannon like that, right in front of me? The table was absolutely fabulous: everything set to perfection. Denise came down, wearing two fine gold chains around her neck. Then Shannon walked in. She was naked. Well, she had on the pearls and heels: absolutely nothing else. Not even rings. "Looks nice with the pearls," commented Denise, smiling. What a body Shannon had! She told us we could sit and went in the kitchen bringing out the entre. Denise started taking off her blouse! She had no bra on and sat down wearing nothing above her skirt except for the two gold chains! Shannon had gone back into the kitchen. Walking around the house, naked in heels. "Want to?" asked Peg, looking at me, her fingers on the buttons of her blouse. She must have seen my answer in my face, because she immediately gave up on the idea and sat down, indicating that I should do the same. Well, I got used to it, sort of, and we were drinking wine, gossiping. Once in a while, my eyes would stray to Shannon's naked chest and I'd remember the guys downstairs, but it was amazing how I seemed to adjust to the whole thing. The meal was amazing: Shannon must have been planning it for a week--the desert was heavenly. Afterwards they said it was time for the guys to have some fun and Shannon brought out a leather strap. I stared at the way the guys just stood there and took it, not seeming to want to escape or anything. We left the four of them lying face-down on the floor, having removed their handcuffs and told them to get dressed again. By the time they came up, Shannon and Denise were dressed too. Larry and I were silent, walking back to the car. What I'd watched him do! What *I'd* done! Once in the car, he grabbed me and kissed me! He was so passionate I couldn't believe it! We never said a word the whole way home, and we made love over and over that night, not a word between us. And that was our first such get-together. Now it's amazing to see Larry getting excited as we get ready to go to these things: he doesn't say anything, but I can tell. And afterwards he is *always* ready. As I am: I'm always ready for more, even after our post-dinner *upstairs* activities. I'm no longer so shy at dinner, and Shannon's let me wear the pearls. I don't have her body, but I *love* those pearls. Afterwards we always start by adjourning to Shannon's bedroom. Peg and I like to form our legs into a scissors around each other's sex and rub ourselves together. We can sit there on the bed while we do it, resting on our arms, and look at each other's faces. Shannon will tongue Denise's nipples: Denise just *loves* that, and will come from just from that. I think Shannon would like to belicked *down there*, but none of us has ventured into *that* yet. She just gets Denise to finger her. --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi