New Year's Eve blind date fun

[MissKubo]

Hi guys,

Sorry I've been absent for a while and not finished my report of our visit with our friends in Florida but what with work, my husband's Dad's cancer, a couple of viruses that we've all picked up from our child's school and then my husband and I taking holidays to make sure that one of us is home to take care of our little one during the Christmas half term break, it's been a bit difficult to get on.

So my husband has had a rough time of the end of 2019.

Tomorrow night our little person has been invited to their best friend's house for a New Year's sleepover party with hot dogs and fireworks (and I think they're having a band) so I'm feeling like I want to do something special for my husband and I'm going to put my big girl panties on (not literally) and suck it up (possibly literally )

I've written down a few of his fantasies that he's mentioned to me and a couple of my own and put them into individual, identical, sealed envelopes. I have no idea what is in which envelope, but the options could be:

Wear a rope harness under leggings and a sheer top and go bowling. One thing we're always noticing is how many women are happy to wear leggings that we can clearly see their underwear through (they don't even wear a long top to cover their ass!) so we'll see if rope underwear is visible through them... (One of his)

Striptease and masturbate for a CCTV camera that may or may not be real (his, obviously)

Repeat my buttplug experience wearing a miniskirt on a bar stool, in an actual bar (his again)

Wear short shorts that expose my buttocks, a very low cut top, purple tights and knee high boots and find a couple to play pool with that might be up for extra fun... (A sexy dream he told me he had that sounds very exciting)

Try ponygirl play on a country footpath we've been scoping out (kind of mine but perverted by him)

Go to a supermarket, put my panties in the cart and find how many things I can try and use as a dildo while we shop (based on a couple of different things I've read on here that I think he'll like)

Sit on a buttplug in a coffee shop or somewhere and stay put until I've finished writing up my last experience, but with a time limit (kind of mine, with the possibility of a forfeit to keep me motivated)

Like I say, I have no idea what is in what envelope but they're numbered 1-7.

So I'd like YOU guys to decide on which one we open.

 

[akechi106]

Well honestly, Id love to hear about the Pony Play Idea even if you decide to do it at a later date, sounds more interesting then the rest to me at least.

 

[MissKubo]

Okay, so it might be cheating a little bit but our friends "Thomas" and "Emily" who helped with my husband's birthday present are free to come over and join us for the night...

 

[piesocial]

For anyone, this link will give you a random number from 1-7

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[MissKubo]

Envelope number 2 is the winner; striptease and masturbate for the CCTV camera...

However being as we're being joined by friends, I gave Emily the choice of envelopes tied for second place, she picked number five which is the bowling option. I might have to take a change of outfit for the striptease to work, I'm not sure there's a way to remove leggings seductively?

I've got just under a half hour to get ready before they arrive so I'm going to wish you all a happy New Year now

 

[MissKubo]

Hey guys. I'm so sorry for the delay in getting this written up.

There's been some real life reasons behind this, what with juggling days off work between my husband and my employers to make sure one of us was with our child every day throughout the holidays, plus all their angst of going back to school, and then Mother Nature taking her monthly course, and then my father-in-law's illness coming back.

But also, I've been kind of been putting it off because ever since that night, I've had a bit of a dilemma...

So Emily's pick of envelope contained the "Wear a rope harness under leggings and a sheer top and go bowling" card. I used red rope for my harness and put on black leggings that don't look all that sheer until they're stretched over your curves along with an off-white long sleeve top that, again, doesn't look sheer until it's on and then your bra is subtly visible through it. It seems to be the way all women's clothing is made right now. Who knows, maybe they're socially engineering all of us to be exhibitionists?!?

That outfit wasn't going to cut it for the striptease card that had been in the envelope you guys picked for me though, so I needed to pack a second outfit. I picked up my denim pleated mini skirt to fit comfortably and still be eye catching after the Christmas excess and for warmth, a black ribbed bodysuit that I got from Boohoo that is DEFINITELY going to show off whatevers underneath (although I think the idea is that you DON'T wear anything underneath?). I asked my husband if I should wear black or red underwear with. Guess which colour he went for?? So I put on my matching red heels that would serve both outfits.

Emily arrived wearing a pale baby blue blouse top tucked into tight white jeans/leggings and a really sexy pair of blue high heeled ankle boots with a really lovely cascading style trench coat and a white silky scarf. She too had a rope harness underneath, hers in pink rope.

Thomas and my husband both did the smart-casual look with dark jeans, my husband wore his dark brown boots and a black shirt. Thomas had some moccasin shoes and a white striped shirt on.

So with that, we set off for "dinner".

Thomas had intended to be our driver for the night but my husband insisted that they were our guests and had already made up the third bedroom for them to stay the night so he drove us into town. I'd kind of wanted him to be able to have a few drinks and relax, but I guess I'd be making it up to him, right?

So we got into Nando's and Emily and I were both quite nervous being harnessed with crotchropes under our clothes, but as it turned out, dinner was a relatively normal, vanilla affair. There were plenty of people in the restaurant, but mostly they seemed wrapped up with their own groups. I caught a couple guys' checking us out and both times they looked away as soon as I made eye contact, but that's pretty much just normal anyway. Emily and I both had carrier bags with our changes of clothes for later on along with our handbags. My husband had made sure I had some interesting items in mine and I was pretty sure Emily would have been similarly prepared.

Wondering about the other's change of outfit had both of us pretty intrigued, but we'd just about finished our meals by then and the staff were eager for us to vacate the table so we headed out to the bowling place.

That was pretty much a disaster. Bowling lanes were being allocated on a first come first served basis until 9pm when only parties of six or more that were pre-booked into their NYE event would be allowed to stay, and all the lanes were completely booked up. We looked around for another couple or adult group that might have wanted to join up with us (an entirely nervous affair for me; vanillas catching a glimpse of what we were up to while we bowled together?) but pretty much everyone else at the time had kids with them, which would be a definite no no.

However in their arcade they had air hockey, pool tables and a basketball game so a little bit of patience got us games at all of those. We did air hockey first and the guys were happy for just Emily and I to play against each other. Makes sense, we thought, they'll be wanting to check out how visible our rope harnesses are and watch what effect playing while roped had on us. Little did we know they were arranging wagers...

Emily beat me 7-5 on the air hockey. Slightly bending over the table, forcing my ass back, the rope harness responded to every move I was making and not always comfortably. The table was pretty much in the middle of the arcade so there were plenty of people all around us, so somebody must have noticed the red rope showing through my leggings...

The ropes gave me some interesting sensations but I was a little bit too nervous and uncomfortable to be too wet just yet.

So then we got a pool table where the guys hung back again. These were set a little further to the back of the arcade but they had a trio of them so it was still quite busy all around us. That didn't stop my husband from enjoying groping and caressing me as I bent over the table for each shot. Now I was starting to get warmed up, feeling extremely naughty and very exposed, wishing he could somehow do that thing he does to me when I'm crotchroped...

I'm by no means a pool hustler, but my dad used to run a trucking company back home. I've spent a lot of time as a kid playing pool at truck stops and in makeshift bars, when they'd let me go into them with my dad, so unlike Emily, I at least know how to hold the cue, and victory was mine, although it took us long enough that my husband's wandering hands were really starting to make the evening interesting.

Our last game was the basketball shooting challenge. Again, it was Emily against me. Finally the guys admitted the wager they'd placed and that, with Emily having won the air hockey but then me winning at pool, this would be the decider. They were very coy about what they were getting us into so we had to pretty much demand it from them. But basically, if I was the overall winner then Emily would join me in my striptease for the CCTV camera, but if she won then I would have to do a forfeit based on the buttplug NYE challenge I did nine or ten years back. When I post this on KT I'll find the link to THAT story.

What if we draw, Emily asked. The guys grinned like schoolboys caught looking at a porn magazine and told us that then we'd have to do both.

Whatever, after my husband's hands on my ass and between my legs at the pool table, I was horny enough for pretty much anything. Emily must have been in a similar frame of mind because she agreed too and so, while we'd been playing the previous games just for fun, the basketball game took on a real competitive edge.

I wasn't too bad at basketball back in high school but shooting hoops was never a strong point. Emily, meanwhile, used to play a similar game called Netball which sounds like the same except you can't move if you have the ball(?). She took an early three point lead, but then missed her next two shots, giving me the chance to get back into the game. She scored a fourth, but I scored a third and then she missed. That let me equalize. With two shots left apiece, the nerves started to set in. She scored, I missed. Then she missed.

It was all on this final shot for me. The ball hit the rim and ran around it and my heart nearly exploded, but then it dropped in. Somehow I'd held her to a draw, but then I started wondering about the forfeit I'd have to do...

 

[MissKubo]

No time to focus on that because now it was gone 9 and we were being ushered out, so we headed to a nearby pub where Emily and I could get changed and have a few drinks to build up some courage.

Emily and I went together to the ladies, it was rather busy so we shared a cubicle which turned out to be the right idea because there were no coat hooks on the door, no lid over the toilet seat to rest our bags on and the floor was soaked. Emily started by taking my top off and helping me stay upright while I peeled off my leggings, taking off one shoe at a time and balancing on one foot so as not to put my bare foot in whatever was all over the floor. But then she thrust both the bags into my arms leaving me stood stranded wearing just my rope harness and heels as she rested a hand on my shoulder to take off her own leggings. They went into her bag and then she took off her top, draped it over my head so that I could barely see and told me not to drop it while she untied herself and rummaged through her bag as I held it open for her, first for her panties, then her bra, and then a mismatched pair of long socks, one baby pink and the other baby blue. When she took the top back off my head, I could see her in a pale pink bra and a metallic pale pink miniskirt. She put the blouse back on and had me close her bag, then she took hold of my forearms and guided them downwards so that I wasn't able to cover myself and then she pressed her body against mine, squeezed my butt with one hand while she cupped my breast and found the nipple with her thumb and forefinger with the other and gently pinched it as she put her mouth to mine and pushed in her tongue. As we kissed, she increased the pressure on my nipple and started to twist until I couldn't help but moan in pain and then she pulled away from me, pulling my breast taut by the nipple for a second or so before she let go.
"Your turn," she told me, taking the bags from my hands.
"What are you doing," I giggled nervously as she started going through my bag. "No, you can't wear this," she said, pulling out my bodysuit. "Keep that on, you look really good in it," she added as I started trying to untie my harness.
"I need to get this crotchrope off, it's driving me crazy," I complained. Her response was to get a hold of it and pull it sharply upwards, then to say to me firmly while I was on my tiptoes trying to relieve the pressure "keep it on."
She held me in place for another second or so and then let go, passing me my bra first, and then my panties. Finally she passed me my off-white top and then the denim miniskirt and helped me to stay upright while I put it on and then we headed back to where the guys were waiting with our drinks, me feeling slightly flushed.

I've not seen this side of Emily before, it was undeniably intense and very sexy, but I was slightly nervous about what it might mean for the rest of the evening. I should have known there wasn't really anything to worry about, and the fantasies I've been having about her and I ever since...

You see, that's where my dilemma begins.

 

[MissKubo]

Still, I had plenty of things to actually worry about that evening so I had maybe a couple too many drinks to take my mind off the fact that my red underwear was clearly visible through my top before it was time for us to move on to our main location.

It took us about ten minutes to walk back to where my husband had parked his dad's pickup truck and another ten or fifteen minutes to drive to the location, a closed up former clothing warehouse shop partially hidden on an industrial estate behind a home furnishings chain store. The road running alongside the parking lot is a bus route, but we were hoping being NYE they'd stop running early.

Two things became painfully apparent, one I had absolutely no protection from the cold apart from the alcohol I'd consumed and two because of all the alcohol, I would very soon be desperate for the toilet. Cold makes it worse.

My husband pulled the pickup truck right up to the building's entrance, creating us a hidden corner between the doorway, the road and the perimeter fence. The estate beyond us was dark except for the street lights, but there seemed to be a car driving by us every twenty or thirty seconds. Still, we were reasonably confident they couldn't see us behind the truck so the only potential problem was the CCTV camera that may or may not have been watching or recording us.

We used the truck's stereo to play some suitable music and Emily and I both began to dance. She stood close to me, dancing really well, I bet she used to love going to nightclubs. I always feel a little bit awkward dancing, but I had plenty of wine and a double amaretto in me so I did the best I could until Emily peeled off my top. I returned the favor and then, really it became less of a striptease and more of a porno as we groped, kissed and slowly undressed each other. She peeled off my skirt, then I hers, but after she took off my bra she made it clear that she'd gone as far as she was going to go. She spun me around so I'd be facing the camera and stood behind me, kissing the back of my neck as her hands worked their way around my breasts, down my hips, over my thighs and into the waist of my panties to pull them off, leaving me naked except for my heels and the rope harness. Her groping became more intense as she worked my breast with one hand, teased me with the crotchrope with the other, alternately tugging on it and then softly but firmly rubbing her hand between my legs, still kissing my neck...

I'd have probably cum except now I really needed to pee, and my husband could tell. So, finally, Emily untied my rope harness, but before I could get any relief, she spent the next few minutes tying my breasts firmly into a cupcake tie. By the time she had them bound and bulging obscenely it was now becoming painful, but she still wasn't done; from her purse she produced two clamps, rubber coated clips with screws to adjust their tightness. They each had a little string of red beads hanging from them and when she fastened the first one to my right nipple, screwed it shut so it would stay put and slowly lowered her hand away, oh my god was it heavy! I could barely stand still while she attached the second clamp but then, finally, I was told that I could relieve myself. Only slight problem: I had to do it right there, still underneath the camera!!!

Oh my god I've been humiliated before but not knowing if anybody is going to see me, if the camera is real or not...

I thought that was the end of my performance, but I was wrong. My husband handed me my little vibrator so I could put on a little solo performance for them and for the camera, warming myself up with the vibe while the jewelled clamps swung from my nipples, and my husband told me I had to push it all the way into myself and then pull it all the way back out 365 times before I could cum!!!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I know where this is going... If I fail I bet I'm going to have my ass plugged, and I'm going to have to start again and keep trying until I get it right!!!

I took my time, tried to dumb my arousal by terrifying myself looking at where I was, what I was doing, the bite of the cold, but that just made me more horny... Still, going slowly, or as slowly as I dared, easing up when I felt myself getting too hot, I managed to get to 150. That's when Emily got involved, cupping and bouncing my boobs so I could feel the clamps swinging from them, the ropes binding them... 200... 250... 26-oh shit!

My husband handed Emily a small tube and I felt her hands, warmed from groping my body, applying the lubrication to exactly where I'd feared, and then my husband handed her the beads. "Bend over," Emily ordered me gently and eased the entire string in, spanked me to let me know she'd done and it was time to start again.

By now the clamps on my nipples and the cold on my skin were really starting to hurt, but damn, that vibe! Still, despite Emily's wandering hands, I made it without needing a third attempt. She took the vibe from me as soon as I was done, denying me any opportunity to give myself a further orgasm and handed it to my husband. Then she took the right clamp off, making me cry out in pain. She gave me no mercy removing the other one just as matter of factly, pushed my hands away as I moved to cover them and instead pushed her own palms over my sore nipples, digging her fingers into my bulging breasts.

To make matters worse, when I was gathering up my clothes, Emily picked up my panties first and told me we'd be leaving them there to collect later - then she dropped them into the little puddle I'd made!!

My husband took my bra and locked it away in the truck!!!

I was sore but also unashamedly horny after all this, but I needed to get cleaned up and get some warmth. There's a bar at the end of the street where the industrial estate meets the main road, and from the outside it looked like a rough dive. Inside was a pleasant surprise, it's been recently renovated. Again, it was a little bit busy so the pool table had a few people waiting for it ahead of us so we'd have to wait a while for our turn. I felt extremely self-conscious taking my jacket off. My bound breasts were pretty obvious underneath my off-white top, and with no panties on now, I would be forbidden to sit on my skirt.

It was alright while we were at our table, I had my back to the majority of the bar and the seat soon warmed up under me, but walking to the bathroom was extremely nervy...

Emily once more came with me but let me go into the cubicle alone so I could pee properly, use some tissue paper to clean myself and wash up at the basin, but then she took me back into the cubicle and ordered me to raise my skirt.
"I didn't know you had a dominant streak," I risked saying as I hitched it up for her.
"You don't mind, do you," she asked me, stopping in her tracks.
"No," I assured her. "It's just different."
"Let me know if I go too far," she said. I nodded and now she set to work fastening those clamps to my labia. "It was when we were in France," she told me. "You were locked in those stocks and I couldn't resist sneaking up behind you to stroke you. Then you asked us to help kidnap you for your husband's birthday." By now she'd got both clamps on and gently turned me around to have me bend over and lean against the back wall over the toilet. "I've been fantasising about you being my slave since then," she confessed as she pulled one of the beads from my ass.
"Wow," I said, unsure what else to say, but my pussy was saying plenty and I probably had a very red flush.

 

[MissKubo]

And now, ever since that night, all my fantasies have all been about her.

Honestly, I would love to let her be my Domme for the day, just her and I.

But would that constitute being unfaithful to my husband? Should I tell him what happened and what's been going through my mind, bearing in mind all he's been going through with his Dad?

 

[MissKubo]

Here's the link to the NYE party I mentioned NYE challenge 2009

 

[Sirhappyj]

Here's the link to the NYE party I mentioned NYE challenge 2009

Your stories are always great!!!!

 

[MissKubo]

Oh God, now I've got Emily emailing me porn

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Seriously guys, what do I do? I can't sleep tonight I'm so wet. Should I tell my husband about all this?

 

[Straightmale69]

He might find it a turn on

 

[Straightmale69]

The stories definitely are

 

[MissKubo]

I've not been able to sleep at all. I've tried to satisfy my list with my vibe, I've lost count of how many orgasms I've had and I'm feeling a little tender now but I'm still too horny to sleep so I've written a little bit more up about what we got up to.

The men were waiting for us with another fiendish idea when we got back to the table in the pub.
"Double or quits," Thomas offered. They'd decided against waiting for the pool table and had instead obtained the darts for the dartboard. The wager was that whoever lost this game would be slave to the other couple until midday tomorrow. Quite how that constituted "double or quits" given the fact I'd already been stripped and debased in front of a CCTV camera that may or may not be fake I don't know, but nobody else seemed too bothered and Emily was quite excited by the prospect, so I agreed.

Two women playing darts in miniskirts draws attention. Especially when neither of us were all that good at the game. Of course, I was still extremely self conscious about my tied up breasts under my white top and the fact that I had no panties on, even worse the fact that I just had to hope and pray that the beads in my ass and the jewelled clamps swinging from my labia were staying hidden under the hem of my pleated skirt...

The fate of the outcome wasn't quite enough for the guys though and extra forfeits would be applied if our opponent scored a bull's eye, a treble twenty or even three treble twenties, the highest score attainable in the game.

With all the missed shots we were racking up, the game seemed to be taking forever, so much so that we were getting cheers whenever our darts landed in a points scoring area. But doubling out to win took the longest! It was during this seemingly never ending period that Emily managed to hit the treble twenty!

Still, all I had to do was make it look like I was missing because I couldn't play very well and Emily would get her wish... Oh no... Oh shit!! Somehow, by trying to lose, I accidentally went and won!!

Emily looked as stunned as I felt. Thomas was loving it, after all the guys make those bets equally looking forward to getting another girl to use or to see what will happen to their partner. I quickly tried to get into the spirit and not let slip my true feelings on the subject in front of the guys, but I was feeling sick inside, hoping desperately that Emily realized it had been an accident.

I asked my husband what we should do with her and he asked me if I'd packed the red collars I got from a pet store to wear on my neck and my breasts. Of course I did, and I suggested Emily should give up her panties before I took her back to the ladies' room to help her apply them. She too was putting a lid on her disappointment and obediently slipped them off, trying to hand them to Thomas discreetly. He dropped them onto the table to be as obvious about it as possible.

Once we were alone in the ladies, I apologized to her profusely. She waved them away in good humor and told me "maybe next time," further fuelling my desire to experiment with being her sub.

First of all though, it was time to take her evil jewelled clamps off of my poor labia and, after cleaning them as best as I could with antibacterial soap and some paper towels, subject Emily's intimate parts to the same treatment.

I had another idea after I had her collared and her breasts firmly in the little red cat collars, and instead of letting her put her blouse and her bra back on, I took her scarf and made it into a makeshift halter top, criss-crossing her neck under the red dog collar, cupping her breasts and tying it behind her back. The silky material was more see-through than my own white top and the red collars showed through clearly. I don't think she enjoyed walking back to the guys much, but she'd soon like walking back to the parking lot where the pickup truck was still parked even less.

The guys who'd watched us playing darts seemed disappointed that we weren't staying to see in the new year there, but wished us a happy new year and a good night. I'm not entirely convinced they hadn't worked out what kind of a group we were, so that's a place I'll be nervous about ever going back to...

My husband asked Emily and I what we still had in our bags when we got back to the table. I had my vibe which I'd used in the parking lot and also my Carvaka bullet vibes (pink, with pink controller and pink wires) and a little roll of clothing (read 'tit') tape for sticking the bullets into place with. Emily had the rope from her harness and one of those Lovense vibrators that you can control with an app on your phone. As soon as we were outside and around the corner from the bar, she obediently slipped that into herself, between the hanging clamps and my husband enjoyed himself worked the intensity on Thomas' phone as we walked back to the old clothing warehouse, making poor Emily struggle at times to stay upright. To make matters worse (well, worse for her), he asked her to keep her skirt hitched up enough to expose it and the clamps the whole way.

Once we reached the edge of the parking lot, he tied the rope to the dog collar on her neck and asked her walk her on hands and knees the rest of the way back to where we'd left my panties earlier. Despite the brisk breeze, they were still where Emily had dropped them. They must have soaked up enough to not get blown away. Emily was allowed to stand now and my husband asked me to put the bullets on her nipples. I fixed them into place with some of the tape and turned them on, pressed the mode button a couple of times to set them to a really good setting and then tucked the controller into one of her socks, the blue one. Then she was invited to touch herself, putting on a good show for the CCTV camera. She was really sexy too, cupping her breasts and rubbing her clit as the vibrators teased her until she had to beg for permission to cum. My husband told her no and to keep going for a little while longer. A few minutes later she pleaded for permission. My husband asked me what I thought.

Partially because I'm hot for how she might take revenge, partially because it was great seeing her finally being exposed for the CCTV after she'd tried to avoid it and use me instead earlier and partially because she's gorgeous and it was so sexy watching her perform, I cruelly decided no too, and so my husband told her she'd have to carry on while slowly increasing the intensity of the Lovense on the phone until she all but screamed that she couldn't take it anymore. My husband looked to me. I shrugged, so, finally, he gave her the nod and she came, shaking and moaning loudly as she rubbed herself firmly.

My husband turned the intensity down and asked her if she'd mind keeping her skirt hitched up, and to retrieve my panties (knickers, he calls them). When she bent at the knee and reached for them, he asked if she could pick them up with her teeth so she had to get back down on all fours. I hope they weren't TOO saturated...

After that, she was invited to climb into the back of the pickup like a dog, and wasn't allowed to drop my panties from her mouth the whole drive home. Before setting off, I transferred the clamps from her labia to her nipples. She whispered a request to me to rub her pussy for her and I could hardly bring myself to turn her down... She was writhing herself against me and her seat, breathing hard as my fingers slipped through her wetness. I wanted to have her return the favor, after all neither of us were allowed to sit on our skirts and I still had most of the beads inside my back passage and my breasts tied up under my top with my nipples erect firmly, definitely more from arousal than cold, but seemingly in no time at all we were home.

 

[Sirhappyj]

Omg what a great story love them!!!!

 

[MissKubo]

Here's a little bit more. I promise, I WILL finish telling you about our NYE and the following day

My husband joked about tying her out in the yard like a dog for the evening, and even about building her her own dog house in his workshop. He didn't need us warning him about how dangerous it would be to actually do that to her, but it still got her a little bit nervous as we rode home with my hand between her legs and my panties hanging from her teeth. She had to crawl into the back door of our house from the pick up truck into the kitchen and then my husband let her drop my panties into the washing machine. She was asked to hand all of her clothing over to Thomas who was then given a padlock to seal her bag shut with, leaving her naked with no access to her clothes.

Then she was made our waitress to serve us all drinks while my husband decided what he'd like to do next. It didn't take him too long.

One thing that really turns him on is when another woman controls me while I'm sucking his dick, so it's entirely up to her how deep I take him and how fast or slow I go. Once again, Emily's jewelled clamps were transferred to my nipples. Well, Emily relished the role, enjoying building up a rythmn where I took a bit more of him with each thrust until I was taking him all, again and again, sliding all the way down his shaft and then all the way back. My husband was clearly loving it too, seemingly getting harder and harder with every stroke, filling my mouth and my throat more and more until he needed to climax, and then Emily slowed the thrusts down, holding my head against his groin for a few seconds at a time before releasing the pressure to allow me to breathe...

His explosion came just as she pressed my nose against him again, and she held me there as he came. I don't normally go so deep, my husband tends to prefer my tongue and plenty of saliva around the tip of his cock, so it was quite uncomfortable to take it this way and it was a struggle to balance breathing, not choking and not accidentally making a mess.

Breathing was still difficult and slightly uncomfortable when finally she let me slide back, but then of course I had to clean up the mess "I'd" made and lick him clean. No time to focus on my own discomfort, although I suppose at least that forced me to get over it faster. I thought he was going to cum in my mouth again, but he gently guided my head backwards off of him as he began to throb.

He told Emily that he thought Thomas might like a blowjob, and then he told me that Emily might like having her pussy licked while she was doing it. Thomas stood over us so Emily was knelt on her knees to pleasure him, meanwhile I was on my hands and knees, head almost on the floor with my ass up so that I could lick Emily while my husband fucked me from behind. I still had five of the six beads in my backside while this was happening and my God could I feel them.

I think my husband enjoyed the sight of them as well because he finished far more quickly than normal, and before Thomas did, so I got a sharp spank as he pulled out of me and ordered me to help Emily pleasure her partner the way she'd "helped" me.

So I very gently took hold of her head, loosely to begin with until I could get a feel for her rythmn and then started guiding her to taking him deeper the way she had done with me. Just as we were really getting the hang of it, Thomas put his hands on Emily's shoulders and pulled out. "Give me her tits," he instructed me. So I pressed myself to Emily's back, cupped her breasts in my hands and used them to massage Thomas' erect cock, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples as I went, until he pulled back. Immediately, I moved my hands under Emily's breasts to push them upwards and together so he could spray his load all over them, only a little bit of his cum ending up on my own hands.

 

[MissKubo]

While this was happening, my husband had been out to his workshop in the backyard and bought in his saw horse and a plank of wood. The saw horse has two adjustable wooden jaws at the top which you can open and close like a vise with a couple of handles to clamp the piece of wood that you're sawing. With the plank fixed in place, it formed a makeshift wooden pony. Emily had to spread her legs quite wide for the vice mechanism which left her on tiptoes, so I dare say it was probably just as painful for her legs as it was between them, but my husband tied her wrists behind her. Then he took the jewelled clamps off my nipples - oh my God, it hurt even more this time!!! - transferred them back to Emily's labia and then ordered me to lick her tits clean.

Kind of mmmm as she struggled and moved and moaned under me and I felt her nipples stiffening under my tongue but, also, eww...

When my husband was satisfied that I'd gotten enough of Thomas' cum off, he sent me to the corner so I could watch as he and Thomas fixed several black Y-clamps to her body - her belly, the curves of her breasts, her thighs - and a small but heavy G-clamp to each of her nipples.

Then each of them took a candle and dripped the wax over her body as she writhed and struggled over the makeshift wooden pony until my husband took the candles and blew them out and then produced a roll of string which Thomas helped him tie through all of the Y-clamps until they were all connected. She was ballgagged before they began pulling on the string to pull the clamps off and just as well, I'm surprised we didn't have the cops called on us as it was!

She screamed just as loudly, if not louder, as the G-clamps were unscrewed from her nipples and shivered as she was helped up from the wooden pony, untied and allowed to sit on the beanbag for a while.

 

[MissKubo]

My turn. My husband took the wood from the saw bench and had me bend over it so he could screw the vise closed tightly onto my hanging breasts. My wrists were tied behind me and now Emily was beckoned forwards to hold them where my husband had raised them too so my arms were pulling slightly behind me. While she held me in place, my husband fixed those vicious G-clamps to my nipples!! I'd thought Emily's jewelled clamps, which were now being fixed back to my labia, had some weight, but hanging down underneath me, the G-clamps were VERY tight and VERY heavy!

My husband took the ropes binding my wrists back from Emily and explained to her what he wanted her to do with me now while Thomas was sent to retrieve the bottle of lubricant. Emily started rubbing my pussy while we waited. It didn't take her more than a few seconds to find my wetness and to begin increasing my arousal in spite of the tight, heavy bite of the G-clamps on my nipples, the vise which was already starting to feel quite rough where it was biting into my breasts, the jewels swinging from my pussy lips and the burning that I was starting to feel from how my arms were being held up behind me. I still had my red heels on so standing in this position was murder on my feet.

But still, her hand between my legs... Oh my God do I want to let her make me hers, just for a day...

The lube startled me a little bit, it felt so cold as it was spread over my ass and the single bead poking out of it. Emily's hand had felt amazing, but I'd heard my husband's instructions and I was dreading what was coming next.

Without stopping the delicious rubbing, and the occasional pinching and massaging of my labia between her fingers, or her making the jewels swing about, Emily used her other hand to gently push the end bead back into my ass, and I couldn't help but groan as it was forced in. She gave me a few seconds respite, let me focus again on the hand between my legs before she pulled it slowly back out, and then the second bead too. Another break for me to catch my breath again and refocus on her rubbing me and then she began pushing both of them back in.

I think I've mentioned before, I'm not actually all that great with anal, it can make me light-headed. I was starting to get a little nervous at this point that I wouldn't be able to make it to the end of this ordeal.

The next time she pulled out three beads and then, after relubricating them all, pushed them gently but firmly back in. By now, my body was naturally wanting me to push them all out, so I had to fight myself not to go with my instincts. Emily's hand still felt wonderful between my legs but I was finding it difficult to focus on it now that discomfort was taking over. My feet, calves and shoulders burned, my neck hurt. My nipples were on fire and my poor ass...

No respite this time, no sooner did she have all three back in when she pulled out four and it took every ounce of self-control I could muster not to push out the last two.

I tried to tell myself that it was nearly over. Counted down as she pushed them all back into me. Five out, five in, and then it would be completely removed and it would be over!

But could I take the five in? Four was immensely difficult and I realized my eyes had teared up and that I was shaking.

A warm hand softly stroked my butt, and I realized it was my husband's. Emily gave the beads a rest, and then her hand between my legs was replaced with her tongue!!

 

[MissKubo]

She licked and sucked at me and began teasing my pussy gently with her fingers, massaging and slowly slipping them slightly in, a little deeper each time. I still had powerful sensations of pain and discomfort from all around my body, but I finally felt a sense of arousal starting to drown those out, I could start to enjoy the sensations again as she got me suddenly very hot...

"No cumming until you've finished," my husband said, snapping me from the reverie I'd fallen into. I cried out in terrified frustration while Emily laughed, her tongue still working at my most intimate areas. I'm guessing it was my husband that was now slipping the beads out of me, because I still had Emily's fingers working me, steadily swinging the jewelled clamps back and forth and now I was fighting to not orgasm!

One... Two... Three, ohmyGod... My husband paused as my body went rigid and Emily pushed herself firmer to me. I forced myself to concentrate on the pain in my nipples and my calves to regain control of myself and then, finally felt the fourth bead slipping out, and then the fifth.

Nearly there! But Emily knew it too...

I wanted to push all of them out and get it over with, but my husband wanted to take his time. Emily didn't, keen to see what kind of forfeit I'd have to endure if I failed now. And despite all the pain wracking pretty much every part of my body at this point, my pussy didn't want to wait either!!

I nearly lost it completely as he slipped the third bead out. They get small enough at the midpoint that there's some bizarre pleasure to the sensations. The bite of the clamps on my nipples and labia were just about powerful enough to help me get a hold of myself, plus the pain building in my spine and my shaking legs. Suddenly I became aware of the cold and realized I was sweating.

The fourth bead came out. Emily was trying everything to force me to cum, her probing fingers rubbing the rough spot inside me that makes it almost impossible to hold on. "Cum when I pull out the fifth bead," my husband instructed and I felt him applying the pressure just as Emily eased up!!!

I tried to press myself against her but she moved just enough back, pulled her fingers just enough out of me to keep me from putting enough pressure to cum. "Almost there," my husband warned me.

Ohgodohgodohgod what do I do? All I could think of was to try and force myself down onto Emily's fingers, but in doing so I made the jewels swing from my labia. That however, having originally been a source of discomfort, was now strangely arousing, so I put more of an effort into making them move. That had the effect of putting more strain on my aching legs and also making me pull at my trapped breasts, drawing more agony from the vise and the heavy clamps squashing my poor nipples.

"Last chance," my husband told me. Oh no, what if I fail? What will they do to me?

Emily would love it.

The bead was coming out. While it was much smaller than the four before it, it was still pushing my asshole open as my husband pulled on it. That sensation, along with thought of a forfeit and the heavy weights swinging from my now VERY tender parts and the lightest of light touches from Emily's fingers and tongue, FINALLY got me where I needed to be and I came hard and not a moment too soon!!

"Well done," my husband complimented me with an affectionate spank on my backside before pulling out the last of the beads and loosening the vise holding my breasts. I had to straighten up still with the G-clamps on my nipples - MORE pain - and I got offered the ball gag which I allowed to be pushed into my mouth, holding my jaw wide open for when they and Emily's jewelled clamps were removed. My husband told Emily to help take my shoes off while he untied me and I fell with shaking legs into his embrace.

After a few minutes, when I could just about stand up by myself, my husband had Emily, still naked, help him carry the stuff back out to his workshop while Thomas asked me to describe to him how I was feeling right now, and what it had been like with Emily giving me head.

Midnight had been and gone by this point and I think all any of us wanted to do now was crash into bed and pass out. Too bad for Emily and I...

When they came back into the house, my husband went to the back of his wardrobe to get the leather cuffs and plenty of rope. Emily was invited to kneel on one of the wooden chairs from our dining room which my husband had her carry into the spare room. Her ankles were fastened to the front chair legs and her wrists cuffed together behind her and fixed with rope to a wooden bar joining those legs underneath. Meanwhile, her breasts were rested on top of the chair back and then tied to it. Then we left them for the night. I hoped after my ordeal I'd get to sleep in our bed, but my husband had a different idea so I spent the night hogtied on top of the dressing table in front of our bedroom TV.