Chapter 2 - All in the Mind 

Having received an invitation from a “swinging” couple in response to my ads in an underground magazine, I arranged to meet them in a bar near where they lived to find out what they had in mind.

Surprisingly, they turned up as agreed and we ordered some drinks and sat down at a quiet table away from the other patrons of the bar.  David was 42 years old, lean and well groomed with passable good looks.  Emma was 35, no great beauty but with tangible sensuality.  It was quickly apparent that she was not entirely in tune with what David had in mind and this added to my enjoyment of the impending situation.

The plan was this - David wanted to see Emma fondled and sexually used by another man (or woman) there was to be no penetration involved but tickling/fingering/licking/artificial stimulation were all  permitted and restraint, if necessary, was also fine. 

I watched Emma carefully while David spoke and she squirmed delightfully when “restraint” was mentioned, giving me the impression that she was naturally submissive and got her kicks from mild bondage.  I upped the ante by asking David if he wanted Emma to be forced to orgasm by all this sexual stimulation and as Emma squirmed some more he agreed that he would love to see her taken to that state against her will.  It was also agreed that Emma would give me relief by way of a blow job to ease my sexual tension when required. Again, Emma seemed ill at ease but did not actually complain. 

David drove us all back to their home, I sat in the back with Emma and whispered into her ear some of the things I was planning to do to her. She shivered once or twice but did not draw away from me as I lightly tickled her ears and neck. My first impression appeared to be correct, she was very sensual and submissive. 

On arriving, we had another drink and David told Emma that she was now my plaything and that she was to expect no help from him unless I exceeded the bounds of what we had agreed was acceptable. For her part, Emma said nothing but looked at me with a hint of resignation in her eyes as if she was wondering what I would do first and would I be cruel or gentle.

I asked Emma to remove her jumper and bra and to sit on the floor in front of me. She complied without a word and I enjoyed my first sight of her perky boobs and noticed that her nipples were already standing to attention. There was a clock on the wall of the lounge and I told Emma that I was going to play with her breasts for 5 minutes and that she was to tell me when time was up.  I gently squeezed/pinched/pulled and mauled her breasts bringing little gasps and moans from her all the while. David was unable to take his eyes off the scene and was slyly adjusting his trousers as I worked over his wife’s breasts. Emma called time as requested  and I stopped my fondling. Her breasts were noticeably reddened and the nipples were now very hard and erect. I went to my bag and took out an artists paintbrush such as would be used for oil paintings, a short piece of twine and several large elastic bands. Emma’s eyes widened but she still said nothing.I tied her wrists behind her back which had the effect of making her breasts jut out even more. I carefully wound four elastic bands around each breast which compressed the flesh to make them bulbous. “5 minutes for your left nipple” I said taking up the brush “you count for me Emma”. With that I flicked the stiff brush over her left nipple and she gasped from the sensation. After 2 minutes of constant nipple torture she was at last moaning and begging me to stop. No chance !  5 minutes was up. Right nipple received similar attention and Emma was by now fighting her bonds and wriggling animatedly to escape the torture.

Time for a break!  David fixed me another drink and I helped Emma to her feet and removed her jeans. She was wearing very pretty blue lace panties, almost sheer and I could see her pussy clearly, what was more, I could smell the unmistakeable musky aroma of sexual arousal. I got David to lay her over my lap, face up, and put her right leg behind me so she was spread open and her pussy was within easy reach.  I spent some time just running my hands over her exposed body from belly button to ass crease and a wet spot became very noticeable on her panties. Her eyes flashed with fear as I picked up the brush again “5 minutes Emma, you count” I said again.  The brush circled her belly button, dipped inside, moved swiftly to her crotch running up and down her taut panty edges, dived into her ass crease, back to her nipples, down her flat belly once more. Sheer torture and Emma writhed and screamed as her torment grew. The wet spot become larger and the musky smell filled the room. She even forgot the time and it was David who stopped me after 7 minutes had elapsed. 

Emma declared a need to take a pee so I went to the bathroom with her as her wrists were still tied and she would be unable to remove her panties. She was mortified at having to pee with her legs spread wide and my face only inches from her carefully shaved pussy but her need was desperate and she let loose a considerable stream for over a minute. I wiped her dry with tissue but did not put her panties back on.

On our return to the lounge I put a large, thick towel on the sofa and sat Emma down on it. From my bag I took another piece of twine and tied her right ankle to the castor of the sofa, I instructed David to sit beside her and hold her left leg so that she would be unable to close her legs.  Kneeling between her thighs I spent a little time just playing with her outer pussy lips and kissing her just above her clitoris. She squirmed wonderfully all the while I was doing this. Very soon her lips began to part and the pink interior beckoned my tongue. Several minutes of long slow licking enticed her clit out of its hood and I pinched it gently. She almost pulled away from David’s grip such was the force of her reaction. Her face was a picture of panic as I picked up my paintbrush and pulled the hood fully away from her clitoris. She began to plead but she knew it was to no avail. David, by this time was holding her leg with his right hand and openly wanking himself with his left.  I teased her clit,up one side, down the other,underneath,over the top,side to side,up and down. She thrashed and moaned,ranted and swore but I just continued apace until finally,after about15 minutes of utterly unbearable stimulation she came, once, twice three times before  she sagged almost lifeless into the sofa. David’s  spunk adorned her left calf and ankle, creamy pussy juice dribbled down her ass into the towel and my trousers were so tight it would take a surgical procedure to remove them ! 

Emma opened her eyes and  gave me a wicked grin - the minx had enjoyed every moment! I reminded her of our deal and ,having released her wrists she proceeded to give me the best blow job of my life, and she swallowed every drop of my cum. David called a taxi for me and after giving Emma a parting deep tongue French kiss I made my departure.

David phoned me about a month later to say that not only would they like to repeat the exercise sometime but also he had mentioned it within their circle of friends and that other offers for me might well be forthcoming. Watch this space!