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Warehouse 8
By Anonymous Author (1994)

***

A couple attends a rather unusual party. (MF, couples, 
bi, exh, voy, swingers)

***

A rather elegant, hand-addressed invitation was in my 
mailbox on Tuesday.  The ivory bond envelope looked 
very expensive, and was sealed with wax and ribbon. I 
opened the invitation and read: 

'Peter, as a close and very trusted friend of Sam and 
Michelle Rogers, you have been invited to a special 
party on Saturday, June 21. The party will be held in 
Warehouse 8 at Pier 16 and will begin at 9:00 p.m. We 
ask that you be on time, that you wear loose-fitting, 
comfortable clothing, and please, do not bring a 
guest.'

I have known Sam and Michelle for many years. Sam and I 
went to MIT together and he is my best friend. Sam is 
an architect, highly imaginative and one of the best in 
the country. He is a bit of an eccentric genius and 
lots of fun, not to mention a good, dependable friend. 

When my wife, Carol, walked out on me a couple of years 
ago, Sam and Michelle patiently spent more than one 
evening listening to my self-pity and outraged 
ramblings about "That ungrateful, cheating bitch," and 
watched as I attempted to drown my sorrow in a bottle 
of vodka. 

After two weeks, they had apparently decided I wasn't 
going to snap out of it, so the two of them appeared at 
my house one afternoon. While Michelle straightened up 
my kitchen, Sam threw me into the shower and refused to 
hand me a towel until I had sobered up somewhat. 

For several hours afterwards, my friends quietly 
reminded me that I was not meant to be embalmed alive, 
reminisced about the good times we had shared, both 
with and without Carol. They reminded me that the hopes 
and dreams we had along the way wasn't guaranteed to be 
our reality. A lot of conversations followed that one, 
and their determination to keep me from slowly killing 
myself earned my respect, gratitude and, pardon the 
pun, undying loyalty. 

Michelle has been the object of countless fantasies and 
frankly, I've been secretly in love with her for years. 
Michelle is an extremely intelligent, strawberry blonde 
with a sexy, rubenesque figure. She is down to earth, 
fun-loving, and the perfect foil for Sam's sometimes 
strange sense of humor.  She has the most glorious set 
of tits I've ever seen, not to mention a beautiful, 
heart-shaped ass. 

I've often thought it intentional that she wore her 
jeans so tight you could see the outline of her pussy. 
She usually wore a tank top so sheer that you could see 
her nipples through it. She'd bend down to serve me a 
drink and her tits would be right there, close enough 
for me to worship. 

I constantly had to fight the urge to reach out and 
fondle them, and dreamed of wrapping my mouth around 
them every time I saw her. She was an experienced 
tease, who must have thrived on the knowledge that I 
had to shift my jeans whenever she was around.

Reading the invitation again, I mused about the great 
parties that Sam and Michelle had always thrown. You 
never really knew what to expect from them; but given 
their past successes, I made my plans to attend the 
party.

Saturday night rolled around and I drove to Pier 16. 
Approaching the pier, I wondered what kind of party 
required a warehouse. Since Sam was an architect and 
frequently remodeled warehouses into stylish offices, I 
assumed this was an open house party. That still didn't 
explain the request for loose-fitting clothes, but I 
knew I'd find out soon enough.

I located the warehouse easily. As I walked towards the 
door, I could see a paper hanging on it. The 
streetlight on the pier was bright enough to allow me 
to read:

'You've been chosen to be one of five special guests at 
our party tonight.  You have proven your friendship and 
loyalty to us over the many years, and this party will 
require the maximum amount of trust in you. Please come 
inside and follow the directions you'll find. Once you 
enter, please do not speak.'

I was now very intrigued. I opened the door slowly, not 
knowing what to expect on the other side. I found 
myself in a well-decorated reception area.  It was, in 
fact, one of Sam's remodels, with light gray carpeting 
and off-white walls. On either side of the room were 
closed doors. On the door to the left was a sign, which 
gave the following directions:

'Go through this door and down the hallway. At the end 
of the hallway, you will find a table with several 
items on it. Read the directions you find there and 
remember not to speak.'

I went to the door and walked down the hallway. The 
hall ended in a candle-lit room. There, to my 
amazement, I saw Michelle, completely naked, reclining 
in an antique lounge. She was blindfolded and her hands 
were bound together over her head by a velvet rope. 
About three feet from Michelle was the table, upon 
which various sex toys were laid out in a neat row. A 
sign above the table read:

'This is The Body. You may use any of these things on 
The Body, or you may use your hands, mouth, or tongue. 
You may not use your penis. For the next five minutes, 
stimulate The Body in any way you choose, bringing it 
as close to orgasm as possible, but do not let The Body 
climax! When you hear the chimes, turn right and 
proceed into the next room.'

Despite many fantasies involving Michelle, I was 
stunned. I couldn't believe what I saw and was sure 
that I had somehow slipped over the edge of sanity.  
Remembering the time limit, I moved to the table and 
checked out the extensive array of toys. Seeing nothing 
that amused me as much as Michelle, I walked over to 
her. I stood for a moment, looking at this naked, 
helpless woman. 

I focused on the breasts that had taunted me for so 
long and noticed that her nipples were erect. I reached 
out and gently touched silky skin, and felt her quiver 
slightly in response. I leaned in close and flicked her 
nipple with my tongue. Inhaling deeply, I noticed the 
faint, musky scent of her body as I wrapped my lips 
around her nipple, and sucked it into my mouth.  I 
swirled my tongue around it and bit lightly. 

Michelle softly sighed. After a moment, I moved to the 
pussy that I had desired for so long. Kneeling at 
Michelle's side, I spread her legs open. Soft, silky 
hair parted way and by the glistening I saw, I could 
tell that she was very wet. Her clit, shining with 
juice, was beautiful! I pushed her legs open more and 
drove my tongue deep into that gorgeous pussy.

How many times had I wondered how this woman would 
taste? Since she was my best friend's wife, I had been 
quite certain I'd never know. Licking Michelle's clit, 
she tasted sweet, and I lapped the juices that poured 
from her. She pressed herself harder against my mouth. 
Hearing her moan, I licked and sucked her clit until I 
could tell she was ready to explode. 

Remembering the sign, I stopped, but not happily. She 
moaned and whispered, "Please, don't stop!" I wanted to 
tell her that I was sorry, but remembered the 
admonishment about silence. I heard the chimes, so I 
stood up, stroked her cheek and walked away. 

To my right was another door. I walked through it and 
found myself in a large room. There were candles 
everywhere, which were the only light source. There 
were five chairs arranged in a semi-circle, with each 
chair about three feet from the next. At the far end 
was a video camera on a tripod. 

I was surprised to find two of the chairs already 
occupied. In the chair closest to the door sat Taylor, 
whom I had met several times. He was another good 
friend of Sam and Michelle's. While we had always 
gotten along well, Taylor and I hadn't managed to get 
together socially. I nodded at him and looked at the 
next guy. 

Tim was someone I knew quite well. I had met Tim at Sam 
and Michelle's some years ago. Unlike Taylor, Tim and I 
had quickly developed a good friendship. We've gone to 
a few football games and gotten sloppy drunk on more 
than one occasion. I did some quick math and figured 
that if Taylor, Tim and I were already here, we must 
have about ten minutes and two guys to go. 

Then I noticed another table, with a sign above it on 
the wall. Walking over, I read: 

'In a short while, you will be witness to an incredible 
event, one which we are fairly certain you have never 
seen live. On the table, you will find a black hood. 
Take the hood, go to your seat and keep the 'no 
speaking' rule.  When the last man comes into the room, 
please put the hood on.'

I looked at the hood, which looked like a ski mask made 
of nylon, with holes for eyes, nose and mouth. I turned 
back to the chairs. A few feet in front of them was a 
curtain that stretched from one side of the room to 
other. I was extremely curious as to what was behind 
the curtain, but resisted the urge to peek. I sat down 
in the chair next to Tim. 

After a couple of minutes, the door opened and another 
friend walked in, looking slightly flustered. A knowing 
grin on his face, he nodded hello to us as he walked to 
read the next sign. I was extremely surprised to see 
him there, because Russ was Sam's brother! I was dying 
to talk to him, since I couldn't believe he had been 
with Michelle. Mindful of the rules though, I kept my 
mouth shut as he took the chair next to me. 

That left one more man. I wondered who it was and what 
we'd find behind the curtain. I looked at Russ, who was 
rubbing his cock through his jeans. His eyes were 
closed and I was willing to bet he was reliving his 
five minutes with Michelle. I could still smell her 
pussy and was erect myself. 

The candlelight, the smell of pussy, and the excitement 
of the whole event was more than I had dared to dream 
would occur in my lifetime. An avid porn collector, I 
had read and watched videos of some pretty erotic 
stuff. Now I was going actually experience it! I felt 
like I was dreaming, as it finally dawned on me that 
each of us had had a small 'taste' of Michelle. 

Remembering the toys, I wondered who used what. I also 
thought about five men bringing Michelle to the very 
brink of climax and pulling her back. How frustrated 
she must be!

The door opened and in walked Mark. Mark has always 
been a puzzle to me.  Another of Sam and Michelle's 
friends, he never quite seemed to fit in with the rest 
of their friends. He looked and acted like a 'biker,' 
but I knew him to be quiet and contemplative. He was an 
avid photographer and his works were always serene. He 
read the sign, took his hood, and moved to the chair by 
the video camera. Watching as Mark put on his hood, I 
realized it was time to don mine. The hood was snug, 
but fit well.

By this time, the atmosphere in the room was electric. 
We all knew that the "incredible event" was about to 
begin, and there was considerable fidgeting among us. I 
could hear soft, rustling noises behind the curtain, 
and tried to guess what they were.

Before I could give it too much thought, the curtain 
quietly opened, apparently by remote control. There was 
a platform that was raised about a foot from the 
ground. On the platform was a well-padded table about a 
foot tall and eight feet long. The table was 
spotlighted by a soft light. Next to the platform was 
the table of toys that I last saw in Michelle's room. 

Standing next to the table was one of the most 
incredible blondes I've ever seen. This girl was 
absolutely built for fucking! She had long, well-built 
legs, tits which were firm and high, and her ass was 
perfect. She was wearing 5" black heels and a black 
corset. She had on a black garter belt, which secured 
sheer black stockings. Her hair reached her waist and 
was almost snow white. Her face was incredibly, 
unbelievably beautiful. 

The girl stood with her hands on her hips. The look on 
her face was confident--she obviously knew she was hot. 
The door we had come through opened again, and Sam, 
wearing only a robe, walked in, leading Michelle by a 
slim gold chain. The chain ended at rings, which 
appeared to pierce Michelle's nipples. She was still 
blindfolded and her hands were tied in front of her by 
the velvet rope. 

My hands were gripping the edge of my chair and I was 
breathing fast.  Completely excited by what was coming, 
I watched Sam lead Michelle to the platform and gently 
help her to the table. He leaned over and kissed her 
deeply. Turning, he left the platform, and motioned to 
Mark, then to the video camera, silently asking him to 
film. Mark stood and adjusted the camera to his eye. 
Sam then took Mark's seat. 

The blond, whose name I later found out was Ashley, 
took the rope that tied Michelle's hands. From under 
the upper edge of the table, Ashley pulled out a ring, 
to which she attached the rope. Michelle was now tied 
to the table, her hands over her head. Ashley took 
Michelle's legs and laid each one down, and slightly 
over the edge of the table. From under the end, on each 
side, she pulled out another velvet rope and tied 
Michelle's legs so that she was in a spread-eagled 
position. 

Breathless, my heart beating hard, I watched Ashley 
move to the far side of the table so that she was 
facing us. She slightly leaned over and twisted 
Michelle's nipple with her fingertips. Michelle's face 
contorted and she squirmed. I could see her chest rise 
and tighten with anticipation. 

I had always dreamed of watching two women together, 
and God knows I've seen enough videos of it, but this 
was happening before my very eyes! Not only that, it 
was a woman I had adored and been sexually wanting for 
years. My cock was hard as a rock and demanding 
satisfaction! I mentally instructed it to be patient, 
since it was obvious that the show was just beginning. 

I watched as Ashley kissed Michelle on the mouth. I 
could Michelle straining to accept it and watch as her 
tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, twisting and 
dancing with Ashley's. While they kissed, Ashley 
outlined Michelle's nipple with her fingernail. Ashley 
moved her mouth to Michelle's nipple and bit it. 
Michelle jumped, but leaned more into Ashley. 

Ashley twirled her tongue around Michelle's nipple, 
gently sucking it. Occasionally, she would pull back 
and blow softly. Michelle by this time was breathing 
very hard, and moaning softly. Ashley ran her tongue 
down Michelle's body, dipping into her naval, and 
licking her stomach. Michelle's head moved back and 
forth, her lips slightly apart, and her moaning was 
incredibly erotic. She looked beautiful! 

I watched Ashley stroke Michelle's body while she 
licked her. She used the very tips of her nails and 
gently ran them over Michelle's chest and stomach.  
Ashley's eyes were glazed and you could see the 
intense, hungry look she sometimes gave Michelle, like 
a lion about to devour her prey. Ashley moved to that 
soft spot just above Michelle's thigh and licked it 
softly. Michelle jumped, moving her position slightly. 
Ashley slapped Michelle hard on the thigh and Michelle 
immediately quit moving. 

Finally, Ashley's mouth hovered just above Michelle's 
clit. Michelle tensed, breathing faster. I've done that 
to a woman before, and know the anticipation it causes-
-your mouth is warm and close to her pussy. She knows 
that it's coming, but she's not sure exactly when. Just 
as I thought Ashley was moving to lick Michelle's clit, 
she pulled away and stood up. I heard Michelle softly 
cry out "Please!" Ashley was an expert tease, and 
refused Michelle's plea.

Ashley walked to the table with the toys on it. After a 
moment, she selected a dildo shaped like a 7" cock. She 
walked back to Michelle and began stroking her face 
with the dildo. Michelle's face turned towards the 
dildo and she began licking it with her tongue. My cock 
strained against my zipper, extremely eager to 
volunteer for this duty! Michelle was giving that dildo 
the blow job that I wanted from her! Checking to be 
sure that everyone else was engrossed, I unzipped my 
jeans and began stroking my cock in an attempt to ease 
some of the pressure.

Ashley removed the cock from Michelle's mouth, and 
slowly ran it down her body. She started rubbing 
Michelle's clit with the dildo as Michelle whimpered, 
her pussy straining hard to meet it. Ashley easily slid 
the dildo into Michelle's pussy, and Michelle moved to 
take it. She was allowed to fuck the dildo for a few 
strokes, and then Ashley abruptly pulled it out and 
slapped Michelle on the thigh with it. Michelle was 
whimpering, begging to be fucked, but Ashley apparently 
had other ideas.

Ashley moved to the head of the table. Climbing onto 
it, she straddled Michelle's face, and lowered her own 
pussy to Michelle's mouth. As Michele's tongue 
flickered around Ashley's pussy and over her clit, 
Ashley threw her head back, body arched, while Michelle 
probed. Ashley began breathing faster and she was 
moaning. She lowered her mouth to Michelle's pussy, and 
began eating her.

It was wonderful to watch these two lovely women 
together. A glimpse around the room showed me the other 
guys were stroking their cocks, and Russ was cumming. I 
looked back at the women, who were obviously enjoying 
themselves.  Ashley had stopped eating Michelle and was 
fingering her pussy, while Michelle continued eating 
Ashley. 

Before long, Ashley raised herself up on her hands and 
screamed her orgasm. While Michelle was downing 
Ashley's juices, Ashley pulled away. Michelle, who had 
not been allowed to climax, was sobbing and fighting 
the restraints, but she had been tied well and could 
not free herself.

Sam, who had been standing to the side watching the 
women, walked over to the table. He kissed Michelle, 
and then kissed Ashley. Taking Ashley by the hand, he 
led her out of the room and quickly returned. 

Standing in front of the table facing us, Sam quietly 
said, "For years, I have watched as my beautiful wife 
taunted each of you, and saw the want on your face. She 
has fantasized about each of you and shared those 
fantasies with me. But she had one fantasy that we 
discussed many, many times. She has desired it so 
badly, and for so long, that I decided to make it a 
reality for her, which is why you are here.  She is 
yours for this evening. You may do anything you want 
with her. Of course, you must not hurt her, but beyond 
that, she is yours. Her mouth, her pussy, and her ass 
are all yours." 

With that, he untied Michelle's legs and hands, and 
removed her blindfold. 

Removing his robe, Sam knelt down and began licking 
Michelle's pussy. She had obviously been teased long 
enough, because in seconds, she began screaming, "I'm 
cumming! Oh god, Sam, I'm cumming!" Sam stood and 
walked to the back of the room. 

Unbelievable as it all seemed, I decided that I wasn't 
going to miss this opportunity to have this woman, and 
quickly undressed. I walked to the head of the table, 
and stroked Michelle's cheek with my cock. She rolled 
over, moving to her knees, and hungrily took my cock 
into her mouth. While I received the most incredible 
blow job, I watched as a naked Taylor moved onto the 
platform and began rimming Michelle. 

After a couple of minutes, he slid his cock into her 
pussy. In a matter of minutes, I was cumming and with 
glazed eyes, watched Michelle swallow every drop. 
Taylor was fucking Michelle hard, and he soon threw his 
head back, and came himself, as Michelle again voiced 
her climax.

I stumbled back to my seat, as did Taylor. Russ quickly 
moved to the platform and flipped Michelle to her back. 
Kissing her, he slid his cock into her pussy. She 
raised her long, lovely legs into the air, and wrapped 
them around Russ' hips. I could hear her softly 
speaking to Russ, saying, "Fuck me, come on baby, fuck 
me hard!" 

Russ raised her ass higher and slammed his cock deep 
into her. Michelle encouraged him, whispering "Come on, 
slam your cock into me," until finally, Russ pulled his 
cock out of her and shot his load on her stomach.

Mark, who had apparently decided to bypass the 
activities, remained at the camera, eye glued to the 
lens. But he was wearing the biggest smile I had ever 
seen on the man. 

Tim moved slowly towards Michelle, as if unsure what to 
do. He knelt at Michelle's side, and softly stroked her 
body with his fingertips. Michelle was lying on her 
side, obviously exhausted, but as Tim stroked her, she 
stretched out and smiled. He lay on the table next to 
her and began kissing her. Michelle moved her body 
tight against his, and with a quick move, had Tim on 
his back and was squatted over him. She lowered her 
pussy to Tim's cock and positioning it, slid it into 
her. She leaned over and kissed him, raising that 
beautiful ass invitingly into the air. 

I had never shared a woman with another man before, but 
as I wondered what it would feel like to have both of 
us penetrating her, my cock immediately got hard again. 
I walked over to the table, and put my hand on 
Michelle's back.  She and Tim stopped moving and waited 
while I straddle both Tim's and Michelle's legs, and 
began gently sliding a finger into her ass.  
Occasionally, I reached around Tim's cock and stroked 
her clit for lubrication. When she felt ready, I slowly 
began to work my cock into her ass. It was slow going 
since Tim was already deep in her pussy. She was 
obviously willing though, and before long, my cock sank 
into her ass, all the way to my balls.

Tim mumbled, "We gotta do this together," as he began 
to pull out, waiting until he started to move back in, 
I slowly pulled my cock back, just to the head. 
Michelle was moaning, enjoying the sensation. I could 
feel Tim's cock next to mine as we moved Michelle 
between us. The feeling was extremely erotic and we 
soon picked up the pace. 

We would move in or out together or a few strokes, and 
then switch to the 'I'm in/he's out' movements for a 
while.  It didn't take very long before Michelle began 
crying, "Fuck me, oh... yes... it feels so good!" Both 
her pussy and her sphincter tightened around us, and we 
could feel them pulsing as she came. That sent me over 
the edge and I was cumming harder than I ever had, with 
Tim right behind me.

I'm sitting here with a raging hard-on, as I remember 
that evening. Ashley returned, and we all fucked, 
sucked, and licked the night away, until Michelle 
finally said, "I can't take anymore! My pussy and mouth 
are tired, and I'm exhausted!" Ashley immediately moved 
behind Michelle and wrapped like spoons, both quickly 
fell asleep right there on the table. 

Sam sat down next to Michelle, stroking her hair and 
looking at her with the love and respect he had always 
shown his wife. Quietly, he said, "Thank you so much 
for taking part in this, and making her fantasy come 
true. It was something I couldn't do without you."

Picking our clothes up from the various locations they 
had been flung, we quietly got dressed. Without 
speaking, the men began leaving, not quite sure how to 
react, or what to say to each other at the moment. I 
paused, and stood looking at Michelle, my heart 
swelling with love for her. She was an extraordinary 
woman. I knew I would never have her again, but was 
grateful to her for giving me the most fantastic night 
of my life.

We would all eventually run into each other again, 
either at Sam and Michelle's house, or elsewhere. There 
seemed, however, to be an unspoken agreement between us 
to protect Michelle, because no one ever mentioned the 
evening in any way. She never mentioned it either, but 
it always seemed to me that her hugs were a little 
longer and the kisses a lot friendlier after that 
night.

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