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Subject: {ASSM} Our Swapping Days Part 2  Warning heavy BDSM
Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 21:10:03 -0400
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Our Swapping Days Part 2

Warning heavy BDSM included F/M F/M/F

That experience with Peter and Margo really did spice up our sex lives, my
monthly routine of me sustaining Tony took on another dimension. For a long
while Tony could think of nothing better than for me to relive my evening
with Peter while I slowly licked and kissed his manhood for him. His
tensions were always washed away from him on those occasions and although he
would say it wasn't as nice as the real thing, well it was for me pleasing
him that way. My instinct would tell me also that I knew his orgasm as well
as I knew my own and they seemed more intense. I never knew how much he had
to spare for me while we were making love, again though orally he always
seemed to make that one extra gasp. With the amount I would take I used to
wonder where it went while we were making love. I noticed also that he
always waited till I had finished my story, the part where I had my head
trapped between the headboard and the bedside cabinet. I would tell Tony
that I was sore and that pain was taking over; think the word pain was the
piece that stuck in his mind.
They were distant memories, still promising them we would see them again,
but Tony's disaster and my utter enjoyment, well it was more than enough for
his manhood to swallow to expect us to realistically to do it again with
them. I didn't want it either, felt nothing for the man and those
butterflies were exciting, but weren't sure seeing him again a second time
would produce the same affect.
Nothing cooled our lovemaking and role playing down though; it was as lovely
as always. We had noticed that in London however a yearly event of an erotic
exhibition was taking place. So it was back to mother to baby-sit while Tony
took me to a show in London we both wanted to see. We did see the show, but
the main event was the day after though and booking out of our hotel we were
off to Olympia. Knowing every woman there was tying to outdo the next
person, finding something to wear was hard.
As it turned out the only decent clothing I had was the same leather mini I
wore to see Peter. How boring I thought as we went to every exhibit and I
seemed the only one there in normal dress. Had never seen so many outfits,
my aging body would have just about got away with a few, the others, no
chance.
We had never played at the S/M thing before, yet I could swear half the
woman at the event were being led around on a collar and chain by their
partner. Some were the other way around mind you, but sadly few and far
between. It was a very commercial and professional event, really just a
place for the single guys to see scantly clad ladies posing and trying to
get a few more pennies from those sad guys. Tony suddenly drew my attention
to a gathering crowd and I was struggling to keep up with him in the stamped
to see what was going on. One of these collared women was on her knees
sexually satisfying her man. As if it were staged, he was a hunk and she
looked as if she should be on the front page of Playboy. Tony's eyes were
transfixed, and feeling around, my 'toy' was suddenly poking shamelessly out
in front of him so I helped him to remain happy in that respect.
It was over to quick for Tony's and my liking though, as this model of a
woman cleaned herself up and the crowd left them at it. A crafty feel now
again of Tony told me he liked what he saw though and his manhood took on a
different appearance from then on during the day.
Carrying on walking we happened to pass a fetish stall selling their goods,
I was suddenly ushered into it and being modelled for all the contraptions
on offer. Well it was his credit card and my body that were going to benefit
so things were swell for me in that respect.
Leaving the exhibition we were handed a free sample of a magazine, by the
time we arrived home I had read it from cover to cover. It was all about the
S/M scene though and a certain shortage of woman to fill the roles.
This evening however was ours, so while Tony put the kids down I laid in the
bath soaking away the miles of walking we had done around that exhibition.
Once out and feeling refreshed I told, no demanded? No told Tony to shower
while I tried on my outfits.
Must be honest and say they weren't very comfortable, would have hated to
spend an evening of lovemaking in them. At a later date was told that they
needed to be oiled with special oil that would soften them considerably.
However being new and shiny they looked nice, fitted me, not like a glove
more like a suit of armour, yet I felt powerful in them. Made myself up with
a gothic style face and gingerly made my way down stairs with each step
cutting a grove in my labia lips almost. That will teach Tony to buy thigh
high boots for a 5' 1" shrimp.
A wild shout of approval though made all the pain worthwhile, watching
Tony's brain tick over with the possibilities I did try to act out the
Dominatrix. Have never told him to do anything in his life, trying to change
that was like a comedy act as we both fell around laughing. Thankfully I was
able to take those boots off and the leather thongs that were feeling like
cheese wire on me. The leather corset felt nice however and gave me a body I
had thought I would never see again. Made me think of investing in a Vollers
corset once more, something I have always wanted since the day I heard of
them, a nice 20" waist is just what I fancied.
My first time in the S/M thingy then was as expected an experience, but as
expected a disaster. I felt nice though so we lounged around most of the
evening with my new attire making me feel good in nothing else. I was
listening to music while Tony had his nose stuck in the magazine; a pencil
kept taking notes of box numbers that took his fancy. Knowing the nature of
the magazine I didn't like it much when Tony started to look interested
though and knew his thoughts were not on my wavelength. Lots of adverts and
lots of writing only had me thinking of what was going to happen again next.
A lot of the replies were actually quite frightening and our little game was
to end up with me having seven pints of blood in a transfusion afterwards at
the local hospital. I didn't usually get involved with Tony's fun so left
him to answer all the wacky letters we received. However one, just one of
the many we got really did fascinate me. He claimed to be a high master, was
married and his wife could confirm his superiority on the subject.
Years ago I had read a book on asphyxiation, I love to read autobiographies
of interesting people. The author of this book had me transfixed to it while
he talked about the differences between a genital orgasm with one he
provided to his many mistresses (He was French) regarding the use of
asphyxiation.
I never knew that such a practise existed, this book told me there were
different ways and higher forms of eroticism that few had dared to venture
in. The downside of the book was that he died before it was truly completed,
dying in the inexperienced hands of his wife. Enough to put anyone off such
practises you may think, although a few words from his widow had me having
sleepless nights as if my eyes couldn't close. She had praised her husband,
they used to befriend woman and gain their trust to an extent that his wife
and the woman would have a lesbian relationship climaxing in the use of
plastic bag's being administrated by the husband to heighten both the
woman's orgasms. His wife ended the book by saying how an orgasm that way
would put her on a different playing field to mere mortals and when a third
party was involved she could float with her in their ecstasy.
Finishing the book was a chilling aftermath in that most of her husbands
conquests would be queuing at the door for another chance to take them where
only she had ever been and would never be again.
I lay awake haunted by that book for month's, Tony isn't a reader of novels
and anyway would have never understood it and probably would have found it
boring and rubbish, yet I knew it wasn't.
I needed to write to this guy, told him of the book I read and obviously he
had read it and he knew of the man. He wasn't foolish enough to let anybody
play with his life telling me that it really was seconds rather than minutes
between going to far and stopping at the right time. Knowing that my
fascination was genuine his wife started to write to me, they had never
indulged in a threesome or swapping partners neither were sure whether she
could, would or would like to for that matter.
Again Tony took no part in this correspondence, he knew it didn't concern
him at all so didn't even ask when their letters arrived on the mat. They
knew we were into the swapping scene, told us that they had seen our
adverts, it was her, under orders from her husband no doubt that suggested
we get together over a meal one night.
Tony hadn't a clue, as far as he was concerned we had just befriended
another couple when we were getting ready to meet this couple for dinner one
evening. I kept Tony in the dark also regarding their activities, only
telling him they were into the BDSM thing, never having met another couple
into that scene this was just going to be a meal out like any other.
It wasn't to be however, Mark was a powerful man, tanned and very handsome,
shaved head, tattoo's and heavy dark stubble made him look sinister. Knowing
the power he had over his slightly built wife as she gingerly made Mark
comfortable by providing him with everything over dinner for once Tony's
conversation took a back seat as I digested every sentence Mark had spoken.
Lisa, his wife was silent throughout as Mark explained the rules of their
bondage and submissive games. We knew that was something they toyed with in
their home made dungeon at their house. The real fun was not for Tony's
ears. I was amazed that sex didn't take place between them while Mark was
acting out his masterly role with Lisa. All the people that had replied to
us had involved sex into their games; Mark however was different in that way
also. Mark however would try to explain that he was far to superior to have
sex with his submissive, almost frightened now, completely lost for words my
jaw forever lying open and the evening was coming to an end. Tony was
silenced every time he butted in as question after question was slowly
answered by the very patient Mark.
Lisa was no better in the loo as we tidied up ready to go our separate ways,
unable to explain why, just almost shrugging her shoulders and trying to
tell me I will never understand. Time was running out as she couldn't
explain either the way she felt after their other game together, all she
would say was that it made sex secondary as her orgasm would leave her in a
state that she wished she could live in for ever.
The journey home was silent; my mind filled with unanswered questions as
Tony tried to make light conversation of a very heavy evening. Once home,
Tony concerned with my silence and trying to make light of the evening he to
was lost for words really, but his curiosity level was zero compared to
mine.
I was quiet over the next few days, writing down little bits that I didn't
understand, things I wanted to know more about. It had taken over my
thoughts as one night while Tony was busy writing his worthless replies to
his S/M contacts I pieced together all my notes and like a questionnaire put
them down in a list and simply wrote 'Answers!' at the bottom. Some were
aimed at Mark, some at Lisa.
Our weekend had no special plans as the postman delivered my reply;
excitement took over as nervously I opened their reply. All the answers were
as clear as they could have made them for me to read. As a footnote they
told me that we were most welcome to go to their house anytime and Lisa was
more than willing to have us look over either of their sessions.
Not caring about an answer from Tony, nervously I took the phone into the
kitchen out of Tony's range and phoned them. We were going to a party the
following weekend so when Mark answered the phone I nervously asked whether
tonight would be possible. With no hesitation we were invited over, knowing
Tony was going to be present it was just going to be the master thing and
not the other.
My leather boots had been painstakingly softened by Tony over the last few
weeks and were no longer painful as that first time I wore them. So a large
raincoat covered my near naked body as nervous now we were on our way to see
Mark and Lisa.
Being invited in Mark looked more frightening now; tight leather trousers
hugged his legs, a pair of leather boots and straps crisscrossing his white
satin shirt. He seemed a different person also, not only looking the master
but acting it as well. Looking around for Lisa, Mark told us she was already
in his dungeon awaiting us to join her. So thinking we were going
straightaway was wrong when he offered to take my coat and ask whether we
would like a drink. Assuring me Lisa was fine he poured us two hefty drinks
as Tony took off my coat for me. I felt sorry for Tony, a pair of jeans and
a tee shirt; he looked abnormal as Mark turned from the drink cabinet to
feast his eyes over my wanton body. I knew instantly it had his approval and
felt good as if I had something to prove as his eyes slowly undressed the
little I was wearing as he handed us our drinks. Ignoring Tony completely he
pawed my clothes running both his hands down the length of my trimmed waist.
"Now that's a body I could use Tony." Mark said as if I didn't exist. I
didn't care, felt proud and even honoured from his remarks. Still caressing
me he was eyeing me up. Lisa was older than I was; she looked very
attractive in the restaurant but was a good two sizes larger than me however
and dressed very plain.
Still his hands wrinkled out the folds of my leather as his eyes never left
me, impatient now I asked whether we could carry on as I was dying to met
Lisa again.
"You will not meet Lisa tonight Pat; she is in no position to meet you for
some small talk, maybe next time?" He told me with a question mark.
We finally went up he stairs, Mark went first and Tony had hold of my hips
as we jokingly went up the stairs. Mark was a few paces in front and didn't
look back as he opened the door to their backroom that he had converted to
his dungeon.
I shook as the atmosphere in this almost pitch black room overcome me, I
called out my greetings to Lisa but was frightened when she failed to return
my greeting. I was frightened also now and held onto Tony's arm for
reassurance, it was like a ghost train, awaiting the next shock as a light
suddenly went on beaming down from behind us highlighting the tied and naked
Lisa.
She looked a different person, at the restaurant she had plain clothes, no
make up and her hair was just brushed into some sort of style. This time,
her legs spread-eagled, arms spread completing the cross, all were tied.
Naked, her hair and make up had been painstakingly applied though.
We didn't exist in Lisa's world as her master went to her, holding her chin
and verbally abusing her I cringed as the back of his leather glove slashed
across her face causing a scream from her and a gasp from me. We hadn't
known at the time only Lisa had been in that dark room for a long while
previous, alone and awaiting her certain fate.
Frightened but I remembered thinking how erotic it looked as Mark went about
abusing and ridiculing his wife, his hand clutching at her open pubic region
as I felt the same pain as her as she screamed and twisted away as if to try
and avoid any more contact.
Walking away Mark went to the wall that had a multitude of implements
hanging on it; all eyes were on his choice as he toyed with each and every
one of them. He picked what I can only describe as a vibrator with long
tassels on as he pushed the vibrator end close to Lisa's face. Forcing it
into her mouth Mark suddenly broke the silence and asked Lisa to imagine it
was Tony's erection she was sucking on. We were all transfixed to her
sucking on that phallic symbol; a little low "Mmmmm." from Tony seemed to
break the atmosphere for a while.
Tony's 'erection' was roughly pulled from Lisa's mouth, who was being the
clever one I thought. Who was being provocative, as a bad tempered Mark
suddenly rained the strings of his toy down on to Lisa's shoulders. One
after the other we heard her scream in pain as Mark was calling her all the
fu..ing whores under the sun. Whelk marks quickly formed as Mark
relentlessly filled Lisa's body with lashes, each one produced a scream from
her and a gasp of disbelief from Tony and I.
Provoked Mark seemed genuinely annoyed now he seemed to march around the
room and felt he was no longer the master in this situation. I was feeling
proud of Lisa as well, as if she had stood up to him and told him what for.
Think we both were a little premature as Mark, discarding his vibrator went
back over to the wall and fingered each instrument again there. Each time he
held something he gave a grinning glance over to Lisa.
Probably seeing the three of us cringe he picked a large leather paddle type
shape and ran it slowly over her body. A defiant Lisa seemed to turn her
head away in disgust which definitely annoyed Mark, he turned to us, smiled
and let loose his leather thing that deafened us as it landed on Lisa's bum.
She was hurt by that, her face told me so and with no respite received blow
after blow after blow. All to the same spot and I noticed her cheeks redden
straightaway from this pain that was definitely hurting her now.
Silence again, the atmosphere was heavy enough to cut through, Mark marching
back to the wall again toying with his instruments, Tony and I holding onto
each other wondering what was to come next. Again he took this dildo shaped
object with the leather strings from the wall and marched around Lisa. A
surge of energy and a crack as the strings appeared over Lisa's shoulder,
and then the other shoulder as Lisa continued to scream at every contact
now. Each blow we could see the body redden seconds later as quite honestly
Tony was hardly looking and I was only out of sheer fascination.
Again silence, and hopefully Mark had realised Lisa had suffered enough. Her
body looked tense, the marks tender, although I couldn't see any broken skin
no doubt she was in a lot of pain from her ordeal.
Mark not finished though went over to the wall and produced a length of
silver chain, bringing it to us we noticed it had small clips attached to
the ends. Knowing where he was going to attach those I felt a shudder go
down my spine as he walked over to us. Showing us at close view the power of
the grips he put one onto Tony's hand and he jumped in pain as he beaconed
to me to have it done. Out of curiosity I held out my hand as Mark clamped
the grip onto it.
It did hurt, not enough to make me jump but seeing Lisa tense and scream as
he applied them to her nipples made me feel cold and concerned for her. This
time the pain didn't cease either as each movement produced a pained sigh
from Lisa.
We were both relieved to know Lisa's ordeal was over, Tony was just glad to
get out of the dungeon. I was concerned for Lisa, unaware at that time she
was going to be left in the dark again still tied and those nasty clamps no
doubt cutting deep into her nipples while we went back downstairs.
It felt cold as if we were in shock as we sat on the settee while Mark
refilled our glasses, I could tell that he wanted to talk with me alone
somehow, so as to explain Lisa's next adventure. He knew that Tony had no
idea about the asphyxiation thing that was going to take place later and
felt agitated trying to tell me he wanted to explain. Knowing Tony wasn't
feeling very happy with the events so far that quickly I asked where Mark
kept his photo album. As luck would have it he told us they were in their
bedroom. Knowing Tony wouldn't want to see them, neither I in all honesty,
but I told Tony to stay there while we went and had a look.
Still dressed in my silly clothes, completely out of sight from Tony, Mark
became more intimate straightaway again, as he stood close behind me and
flipped over the photographs. They were mainly similar to the ones we had
seen via our letters that we exchanged, Mark knowing though I wasn't there
to look at the pictures. Whispering, his now gentle hands sending shivers
down my spine, his lips on my neck telling me that as soon as we go he will
untie Lisa, bring her into the bedroom and make her feel so special, even
more so tonight as we had been there.
All the while his hands slowly and sensually caressing my body, he had me
purring with anticipation, Tony would have never have come up to
investigate, knowing that if I wanted to get up to anything I could. With my
legs parting for his wandering hands to do as he wanted with me, his other
hand was holding my neck uncomfortably tightly. Knowing he would never hurt
me without my say so his hand gripped tighter onto my neck causing me to
start to gasp for breath now. The feeling's although different were exciting
me and I was ready to be taken there and then. With Mark whispering how he
would like to have me he let me down slowly however telling me he had
someone else half done in the other room. He was going to make her feel
special, in fact make her feel as she has never felt before he told me. He
went on to say she will lie in bed all day tomorrow, if she feels up to it
then he will ask her to write her experience to me, this time I might
understand them more.
Now I want you to go, and looking over towards the clock, it was half past
midnight, he said with a hesitant voice that at two thirty think of Lisa,
she will be somewhere else, somewhere that only I could put her.
His fingers touching my body, for the first time that evening I really
envied Lisa. Wish there were more photos and time wasn't against us, but
doing as he wished soon told Tony that it was time we went. Putting back on
my coat I really felt I was missing something that evening as we left him to
go and please his wife.
Tony was in complete silence as he drove me home; my mind was elsewhere
also, still left at Lisa's house. I can't remember the last Saturday evening
we went to bed with no thought of sex taking place, we were cold together,
my mind was still on those two, it was one thirty as I lay awake wondering
what was happening.
Two thirty came and went, was I envying or praying for Lisa? All I do know
is that the postman was the most important person for the next few days.
..
Eventually the letter did come, I was all fingers and thumbs in the panic to
open it, nothing from Mark, just Lisa writing to me. I still couldn't come
to terms with the earlier part of the evening, Lisa knew exactly what she
was saying, yet seeing her suffering under Mark's brutal torture I could
still not phantom out the way she described it as so sexual to me. Trying to
explain that in a letter to me wasn't getting me nowhere, just more and more
confused.
Knowing Lisa was home most of the morning, as soon as I got the boys off to
school I hurried home to phone Lisa up. Knowing what I was like on the few
occasions we have talked together before, my imagination runs riot and I
need to take the phone to bed with me as Lisa again tried to explain her
actions to me. She started about the asphyxiation thing, no, I screamed down
the phone, haven't got that far, I want to know why you allow him to beat
you and hurt you, what has that got to do with the final outcome. Lisa was
showing impatient tones in her voice having explained the same thing a dozen
times to me, silence for a while then as if she had hit on an idea she
started down another road.
"What is the most intimate thing a man can do to you Pat? Lisa asked me. My
mind wasn't on her wavelength at all, she must have thought I was the
typical blonde as a silence my end trying to think of something constructive
to say.
Impatiently Lisa butted in to my thoughts. "Would you let anyone have you
Pat?" She asked. Insulted I quickly told her that no, I wouldn't. "Why Pat,
why wouldn't you let anyone have you?"
As if I was in the wrong now I was defending myself, telling Lisa that my
body was mine. Clicking on to her trail of thought told her that being
intimate with somebody was the most personal thing I could do. So I need to
know, like and care about that guy, even when we swapped partners.
A sigh a mile long from Lisa, "Yes, we are getting there she says in a
frustrated voice. "Now go one step, then two steps ahead; one step Pat is
trusting your partner to sexually stimulate you with pain." Before another
word I butted in.
"Sexual?" I screamed," That wasn't sexual Lisa, it was one sided and bloody
painful." I quipped. A long silence, then a calm Lisa tried to tell me that
every lash that hit her body was more sexual than Mark entering her, each
scream she gave was a higher orgasm than she could produce by simple fucking
together.
Suddenly I was silent, yes, lost for words, trying hard to compose the right
words I was still bemused as to how a slap on my bum could excite me as much
as 6 inches inside me. Again was shot down, lots of talk and she had
convinced me that the tender hands and implements of Mark were more sexual
than Mark himself.
Not convinced, but wanting to know more about the asphyxiation thing was
quickly told that was something even higher. Was frightened to ask, higher
than what? I knew I'd get a lecture so moved quickly on to their evening
together, after we had left.
Again Lisa was stuck for an explanation, she was glad when we had finally
gone and Mark came to untie her. The bit about Tony's erection, she told me
she was really in a state and if Mark had asked, a pause by her then she
told me that she entirely belonged to Mark that evening and anything he
wanted, she stopped there, I knew exactly what she was saying now.
Apparently Mark is a very considerate lover, putting Lisa into a frenzy, it
is then that he started to choke her of air with his thumb and index finger.
While in that state he covered her face with a polythene bag and while he
climaxed inside her, Lisa is somewhere else.
"Where?" I ignorantly shouted. Again a silence from Lisa, "I don't know Pat,
can't explain. Somewhere close between reality and fantasy. Somewhere
between life and death, just can't explain it to you love, we have had you
on our minds all week and if you promise on a few things then I have agreed
to let Mark try it with you."
With no thought of Tony I screamed. "Yes. Yes, Yes." Down the phone to Lisa.
We had a party to go to this weekend, which wasn't important at all as I
told her we would come to them on Saturday.
Nothing is that simple though, Lisa really did lay down the rules to me, no
Tony, condoms were to be used, and the most frightening thing was that she
wanted me to write down a sort of consent form. Yes to all though, was in no
mood to argue and I knew the next few days were going to be the longest of
my life.
Tony was to drop me off and go on to the party, not at all happy with what I
had got myself into, never the less he knew me and there was no going back
on my deal with Lisa.
Maybe as we drove to them doubts did start filling my mind, constant
worrying from Tony didn't help, I was glad when we pulled up though and knew
then that there was no turning back. Tony stayed awhile as we talked, I was
a bundle of nerves but excitement was taking over as I was hinting to Tony
that he was getting late for his party. Finally, feeling like a lamb to the
slaughter I said my goodnight's to Tony at the doorstep and was sad he had
to go, but Mark and Lisa were frightened that with Tony there he would have
panicked and spoilt the whole situation.
Getting started was the hardest part, it wasn't as if Mark and Lisa knew
what to expect either, it was a first time with a third party for them also.
The 'master' of last week was suddenly a shy pleasing guy handing us more
drinks to calm our nerves down. Talking the evening away a lull in the
conversation was suddenly shattered by the three of us together deciding to
get on with things. I went alone to their bedroom; Lisa and Mark followed me
moments later. I was soon naked, my fetish clothes were unnecessary and left
at home on this occasion, the room was in semi darkness, a couple of candles
were flickering onto the walls as I was wondering how I had got myself into
such a situation.
Mark and Lisa, also both naked came into the bedroom and joined me sitting
on the bed, wanting to get it going now Mark was soon hugging me and lying
me back onto the silky bed linen we were soon kissing as the excitement of
the situation took over. Feeling Lisa's hands caressing my thigh's made me
melt even further into Mark's arms. Soon I could feel four hands on my body,
Lisa had me wide open and exciting my inners, Mark's fingers were massaging
my boobs and exciting my nipples as I felt his hardness hovering above me.
Changing positions now, Lisa was suddenly sitting by my face, her hands
tenderly caressing my face, hair and neck, her eyes staring into mine. Mark
was fiddling down below; knowing he was putting a condom on I was suddenly
open and awaiting his erection for our pleasure.
Entering me my feeling's quickly grew, knowing my outcome and the newness of
it all added to those feelings. Lisa was still holding my face with her
tender hands as Mark continued to please my inner feelings. I knew
everything was going to happen with my orgasm and started to tense up a
little feeling Mark forever getting me closer and closer.
Stopping for a breather, I could feel his hardness twitching inside me, with
my feet wrapped around Mark's calve muscles, my arms around his neck. I
could feel his hardness slipping slowly in and out now, each time he moved
inside I could feel sensations race through my body. My breathing now was
becoming heavier as for the first time I felt Mark's hand encircle my neck.
I was frightened, excited in a way I had never experienced as Mark's
hardness started to feel wonderful with my moist muscles wrapped around his
hardness. I could see Lisa moving in the corner of my eye, frightened now
she held this bag over my head as quickly the air became very warm. With
Mark holding my neck tightly now and Lisa closing the bag around my face
tighter my orgasm started to take over my body. Mark seemed to go faster and
faster as I was gasping for air now under the tight grips of my two
assailants. Cries of encouragement from the two of them had me screaming
under the pressure of the bag now tightly wrapped around me. Feelings of
Mark's erection were suddenly secondary as I believe I reached that moment
Lisa had told me existed out there somewhere, a shudder above from Mark and
I knew he had also climaxed inside as his tight grip loosened on my neck.
I had no other feelings that night; Lisa woke me as I lay under their
bedclothes. No sign of Mark with Lisa as gentle as ever smiling down on me,
there was no need to ask whether I had enjoyed myself, she had been where
Mark took me a million times before.

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