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Subject: {ASSM} "Four"  by  deirdre  (MF, FF, bdsm, D/s, FDom)  -- rp by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Four

MF FF bdsm D/s Fdom

By deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" this Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

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 be licked *down there*, but
none of us has ventured into *that* yet. She just gets Denise to finger
her.


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