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I am not the author - this is merely a repost





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. 



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Permission granted to publish in periodicals and anthologies of this type
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AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

Fourby 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.

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