## Archive-name: open_communication

From: darkside@Hades.net

Subject: Open Communication by Dark Side (M+/F,bdsm,nc)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Open Communication by Dark Side

I smiled when I woke up this morning. It was Sunday, the only day when we can spend the whole day to ourselves. I smelled something good wafting though the house. Jim must have gotten up early and made breakfast. He smiled and kissed me when I got down the stairs. Sitting at the table, looking at my plate of blueberry pancakes and mug of coffee, I knew that it would be a great day. Jim looked sooo good. His wavy brown hair combed back and a form fitting tank over his muscular torso. I couldn't see, but the pants that he usually wears with that shirt do wonderful things for his ass. We talked, catching up on our weeks. After eating, I went up to take a shower and get dressed.
The water felt fantastic streaming over my body. I had just finished my hair when I felt his hands on me. Moving slowly, Jim spread soap on my back and worked his way down to my butt. Then, when I was all soapy he took the loofa and started to rub it over my slick skin. My nipples hardened and I could feel the familiar heat building between my legs. The loofa lightly scratching my back and buttocks, he used his other hand to massage my breasts and between my legs. His fingers lightly pinched my hard nipples, then traced their way to my pussy. He combed through the auburn hair at the juncture of my thighs, then found my erect clit. By now I was moaning and pushing back against him, trying to trap his cock against my slippery ass cheeks. Then as his fingers began to push into my aching slit, I came, totally trusting him to support my writhing body.
As soon as I could stand by myself again, Jim leaned me against the wall, my ass and cunt open to him. He didn't waste any time, shoving his seven inches smoothly inside my vagina. His motions were already starting to bring me towards orgasm again when he took the, now forgotten, loofa and began to lightly stroke it over my breasts and nipples. I came two more times before he released his juices into me, thrusting my upper body against the shower stall wall. The water was running cold before we recovered enough to turn it off and stumble into the bedroom and onto our bed.
We spent the rest of the morning there, enjoying the afterglow, him reading a novel and me, my New Woman magazine. Over lunch Jim let me know that some of his friends were coming over later to play some basketball. I said that that was fine with me. The conversation triggered the memory of a dream that I had just last night. Then I remembered an article that I read that morning about telling your husband about your dreams and fantasies to spice up your sex life. So, totally ignoring how uncomfortable talking about sex makes him and how jealous he can be, I set about telling him about it.
We were at a party with a bunch of people that we know. Many of the friends that were coming over later for basketball had been there with their wives or girlfriends. When I went upstairs to go to the restroom I discovered that one of Jim's friends had followed me up. Before I knew what was happening, Tony had shut and locked the door behind us. Laughing, I told him to get out or I would have to go to the bathroom with him watching. He wouldn't leave. My bladder was so full from the beer that I had drunk that the only thing I could do was pull my slacks down, with my back to him, and quickly sit down. Tony was very amused by my predicament, and just as I was finishing he reached down and yanked my pants and panties off, pulling my heels off in the process. Until then, I had simply thought that this was a drunken excuse for a joke that had gone to far. But now I saw the unmistakable glint of horniness in his eyes. He said that he knew that I was hot for him. I said that I would scream, but I knew that I wouldn't, I didn't want everybody rushing up here to see me almost naked with Tony. No one would believe that nothing had happened. Then he threw my clothes to the other side of the room and told me to get them if I wanted them. But I didn't want to stand up so that he could see me. Tony said that that proved that I wanted him too. He stepped to me and reached down and grabbed the waist of my sweater, yanking it, and my bra over my head. Now I was naked in front of him. I again considered screaming, but now the situation was even worse. I started to try to reason with him, holding my hands over my exposed breasts and bending over to cover my pubic area. As soon as I opened my mouth to talk, I found Tony's cock pushing it's way in. I tried to pull away but he held my head in place and started to pump, saying that if I bit him, he would start yelling, and everyone at the party would find me naked, sucking his dick. I knew that he was right. Tony fucked my mouth for what seemed like a long time, until, thrusting wildly into my face, he came. He kept his cock in my mouth after he shot and I was forced to swallow most of it. A few minutes later, he was as hard as before.
Tony pulled me to my feet, saying that if I cooperated with him I could have my clothes back soon. He stood me up, and holding me the entire time, sat on the toilet himself. He made me straddle his legs and then sit on his lap. My pussy was wedged up against his hard cock and he started to rock his hips so that our crotches rubbed together. At the same time he bent his lips to my breasts and began to lick and kiss my nipples. As he sucked one and then the other into his mouth I could feel all the stimulation starting to work. My nipples got hard in his mouth and I started to lubricate on his dick. Soon I was breathing heavy and without consciously noticing I slipped him into my, now, waiting cunt. I held his head as I pumped up and down on his lap. I went faster and faster, not caring anymore that I wasn't with my husband. My red curls flew around my head and his lips couldn't keep up with the movements of my breasts. I came, throwing my mouth onto his and screaming into it.
I sat on my husband's friend's legs and tried to catch my breath. I could feel him softening inside me. Then Tony said for me to get up. I did and he pulled up his jeans. Before I could react, he grabbed my clothes in one hand and unlocked the door. As he left he said for me to wait for him. What else could I do? As it turned out I didn't have to wait long. The door flew open and Tony was back. With three more of my husbands friends! They came in and locked the door again. They pulled me out of the shower stall where I had retreated, numbly shaking my head. For the next hour they took me in every way they could think of. I must have sucked and fucked each of them, some more. I lost track of how many times I orgasmed. Finally they were done. I hung my head and started to cry in shame as they alternately complemented and critiqued my "performance". As they left me to get cleaned up, Tony looked back and said not to worry, from then on I would get plenty of time to practice my "act".
Jim sat silent all through my story. I don't know what kind of reaction I expected, but I wasn't getting it. I should have known better. How could a magazine give good advice without even knowing me. But I didn't think, I just went off and told him about it. After three years of marriage, why didn't I consider before I opened my mouth?
I said what's wrong, I'm just trying to communicate with you. Now Jim looked angry. He is slow to get mad, but when he does, look out! I don't think that I have ever seen him this upset, especially with me. He stood up and asked how he could ever look his friends in the eyes, knowing, what he did. Then he walked out of the room. I could hear the door on the garage slam behind him as he went in.
I sat, tears in my eyes, for a long time. What had I done wrong? I was just trying to make us closer. Why couldn't he see that? Finally, I decided to make myself useful until he calmed down. I collected the lunch dishes and started to wash them. I didn't even hear him come up behind me, but suddenly I was bent over the sink with Jim tying my arms behind my back. That done, he turned me around and before I could get two words out, said, Jenny, if you want to be forced so much, then, since I love you, I'll make sure that you're satisfied. Jim slipped a cloth into my open mouth and tied another around it. Then he pulled me over to the kitchen table and pushed me on top of it. Now, our table is a small one, just big enough for the two of us. So when he laid me on my back, my thighs hung off the end. Then he went to the other side, holding me down with a hand on my shoulder, and dropped the table's wing down. My head flopped over the edge. Rope went across my chest and under the table, holding me in place. Jim pulled out a pocket knife and reached behind my back and cut the ropes on my wrists, pulling one and then the other to opposite edges of the table, and retied them. He pushed my legs up under the table and tied my ankles. I didn't have much in the way of clothes on now, just a t-shirt, shorts, and panties. The knife made short work of them, leaving me naked on my own kitchen table.
Because of the position of my head, I couldn't see him when he moved around the table, but I could feel well enough when his cock pressed into my dry hole. I tried screaming and shaking my head, but he paid no attention. He worked himself slowly into me, grabbing my breasts for handles. It hurt more than anything that I remember, but finally he was all the way in. Jim paused for a minute, then started to saw in and out. It hurt unbearably for a while, then I noticed that I was getting excited, my body betraying me. His breath came faster and his pounding harder, until, with a yell, he came in me. I was still unfulfilled but he ignored anything I tried to say and pulled out of my grasping pussy. I assumed now that he had taught me a lesson, I would be released. Instead, he walked out of the room. Upstairs, I heard the shower start.
He took his time, not coming down until he had dressed and dried his hair. My wrists were chafed and I had a headache from the strain on my neck. My body, however, was alive with passion. Other than letting me up, I wanted nothing more from Jim than his hard cock. But he ignored me, moving about the kitchen. What was he doing, making a snack? Then it hit me. His friends would be here soon. Right on cue, the doorbell rang. I went wild, almost tipping the table before realizing the uselessness of it.
I could hear them talking in the livingroom, then the steps in the hall. Tony stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes moved over my exposed body, stopping at all the attractions. When he said, I love what you've done with the place, my face burned with shame. At a word from Jim his hands were all over me, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, and running his fingers into my crotch. As he felt me up he was standing in front of my head, so when he leaned over the lump in his pants pushed against my face. At Jim's further okay Tony stripped off his clothes and pulled out my gag. I begged him to stop, but he said that he knew I really wanted it because my pussy was wet. Then he stuffed himself into my mouth. I started to bite down but his fingers moved to my nipples and twisted. Screaming around his meat, I stopped. As he established a rhythm with my lips, I heard the bell again.
There were eight of them, all told. At first they took me four at a time. One at each end and one in each hand, but as the novelty wore off they began to get inventive. Pliers on my nipples, a broomhandle in my sore cunt, etc. Finally I was brought down from the table. They had me dance and pose for them. We ended up on the couch in the living room. They took me one after the other until they were too drained to perform. I came again and again. When they left Jim turned to me and asked if I had learned my lesson. With my breasts already bruising, and the lips at both ends chapped and swollen, I nodded a silent yes and crawled, literally, to bed. But that night I had the dream again. This time we were at a baseball game. Funny, I don't even like baseball.

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