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This is one of seven new stories I'm posting for Spring, 1996: Ball,
Cheerleader, Date, Denial, Four, Mall, and Witch. Enjoy. -- deirdre
4/6/96
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
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name of deirdre. -- deirdre
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Four
by deirdre
"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.
====
Four
by deirdre
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