The chair
By Jennifer O'Donnell

© 2004 by Jennifer O'Donnell 
Jeninflorida2006@yahoo.com


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My boyfriend knew how much I loved to be tied up and to look at him as though I were 
helpless and to think that he could do anything to me.  We had discovered my submission 
by accident, but had it opened up our sex lives!  In the past, I would never have done half 
the things we currently did.  Maybe over time I will share some of those things.  
Personally, I think being tied has allowed me to relax and enjoy what he wanted to do.  
After all, I was a good girl and with him having all of the power I was free to try new 
things.
 
I’d been with Gary for five years.  As in all relationships, things had settled down and 
become routine.  Gary had always been supportive, a great listener, and nice to me.  By 
no means was he a stud, or the best lover that I've ever had.  But, we were building a 
great life together.  Gary had short brown hair and stood around five feet, ten inches, 
which fitted me perfectly because I could still wear my tallest of pumps and not tower 
above him.
 
After work, Gary loved to wear jeans and T-shirts.  One thing that made Gary different 
was that he never tried to change me.  Most of the guys that I’d dated before loved to tone 
down my style of dress.  Not that I dressed like a slut or anything, but my past boyfriends 
wanted my skirts longer and for me to wear padded bras.  I wasn't allowed anything 
lacey, as they'd have gotten jealous if my nipples showed.  Gary, on the other hand, made 
me feel like a queen and loved to “put me on display” and show me off as his.
 
We were very active and athletic, riding bikes on the weekend and watching what we 
ate.  The only thing Gary would want different would be for me to have a C cup and not a 
B.  One of our newest games was having Gary tie me up.  Oh, I loved it!  The total loss of 
control!  I loved being under Gary’s control and fully submitting to him.  My senses were 
heightened as I felt him do things to me and how my body responded to his touch...  Oh, I 
have enjoyed lots of orgasms in my life, but never had I felt anything that powerful!
 
One night while I was being tied up, hubby's friends came over.  There I was, tied in a 
chair with my blouse in disarray.   While still in my blouse, hubby pulled it over my 
head, putting my breasts on display (as he loved to say).  My Victoria's Secret bra had a 
front closure, so he was able to show my breasts without removing my bra.  Seemingly 
from nowhere, he had panties in his hand and placed them in my mouth.  Sometimes he 
liked to blindfold me so that I was clue-less as to what he was going to do to me.  That 
day, he wanted me to see.  The arousal started to build as he owned me.
  
Every now and then I enjoyed a little humiliation.  Gary was a very loving man and I had 
never been in any abusive relationship.  So I didn’t mind when he said dirty things to me, 
or asked me to remove my panties while we are out.  Oh, and I just loved it when he 
wanted me to flash.
 
Then one innocent night everything changed.  I came home and was greeted by a masked 
man.  I knew it was Gary because of his usual cologne.  Gary tied me up and started to 
play his little power game.  First, he removed my skirt.  Then he tied my arms and legs to 
the chair and placed a pair of panties in my mouth.  Oh, that dirty man.  I loved it.  
Immediately, I noticed my scent.
 
The only protection my pussy had was the sheer, nude-colored pantyhose that I wore to 
work that day.  My arms were tied, as were my legs, and I didn’t wear panties to work 
under those pantyhose (but that is another story).  After ten minutes of Gary's teasing, 
there was a knock at the door.  He left me to answer it.
 
I heard him talking in a friendly tone and, oh! I was hoping it was Mike.  I’d been 
creaming my panties for him.  Gary knew that, because whenever Mike was around, Gary 
got laid.  It did take Gary some time to understand that, but by last year, hubby finally 
picked up on it.  Oh, I’d been dropping hints to the man, touching his powerful forearms 
while looking into his sexy eyes.  Gary had started to enjoy dirty talk in bed and, on many 
nights, loved talking about Mike.
 
He walked in.  Gary came into the room with Mike, and I took note that Gary had 
removed his mask.  I screamed to the panties in my mouth.  My husband became rock-
hard as his friend looked at me.  Talk about feeling sexy, my husband was showing me 
off to his friend... the same friend that I’d been masturbating over for years.  Both Gary 
and Mike stared at me.  How I loved them looking at my exposed body!
 
Mike pulled at his jeans to give himself more room.  Seeing him do that just pushed me 
over the edge.  This stud was aroused from seeing me.  Then I came... oh god, did I cum!  
Seeing him just pushed me over the edge.  Mike looked at my husband as I tried to regain 
whatever dignity I could find.  Now I had something to worry about.
 
The wet spot between my legs!  I had to see.  How bad had I wet my hose?  Could they 
notice my scent?  Did I want them to?  What would these guys do? 
 
Mike looked at me and then hubby, saying, “I hope that I’m interrupting something.”
 
My body was on fire as I had to wait for those studs.  What would they do to me?  How 
far would things go?  Would that night be the night that I finally got to enjoy Mike?
 
Gary looked at me, “Sorry about that, Mike, we were about to start.  Can I get you a 
beer?”
 
“Sure, that would be great.”  Gary left the room to get Mike his beer.  Mike looked at me, 
at my body, and in a strong, confident voice, said, “I want to admire your sexy model.”  
His eyes consumed every inch of my body.  I could feel him touching me with those sexy 
green eyes of his.  My body trembled with excitement, nothing hidden from this stud so 
that he could see all of me.
 
Gary returned, and handing Mike the beer, asked, “She’s so sexy isn’t she?”
 
“Oh, my god, yes.”
 
“Go ahead and touch her, feel how soft her skin is.”  Gary looked into my eyes.  I swear 
that he could see my fear and lust.  I wanted this and hoped that he would not become 
jealous later.  Gary had complete control over me and there was nothing that I could do.  I 
was his and I wanted to also be Mike’s.  I’d never wanted two men before - and never 
two men at once.
 
Mike reached out and touched my face, and then my neck, whispering as if to himself, 
“So soft...”
 
“Yes, and see how she responds to your touch.”
 
“Yeah, I like how her nipples are becoming thicker and her chest is red.”
 
“Ya know, Mike, I think she likes it.”
 
Mike looked down at my wet pussy and noticed how aroused I was.  “Well, I love seeing 
her this way, finally being able to see her nude body.”  
  
“You can do more than look,” Gary said, as he grabbed Mike's wrist and placed his hand 
on my breast.  Mike knew how to touch me and Gary backed off.  “Don’t you love her 
soft breasts, her hard nipples?”
 
Both men were standing around me, and I could see that their jeans had become rather 
tight.  How long before I would get to see more?  With my eyes streaming, I begged, 
“Take those damn sexy jeans off and show me what you have!  I want to know what I’m 
about to get!”  I had to know how bad these men wanted me.
 
I loved it, the lack of guilt and worry.  Those studs could take me, use me, enjoy me, and 
give me a night of hard passion.   What helped me feel comfortable was that Gary 
controlled it.  It was Gary’s idea.  That gave me a great amount confidence.  
 
Gary sat down across from me, removed his shoes and then unzipped his jeans.  Mike 
followed his lead.  What a view it was, watching those men undress, knowing that they'd 
soon enjoy my female treasures.  
 
“Mike, go next to her.  If you don’t mind, I’m going to take some pictures.”
 
“Of course,” Mike said, as he moved over to me.  What he hadn’t known was that we had 
that room wired with a few movie cameras and I was sure that Gary was recording 
everything.  Oh, Mike had that look, just like a kid in the candy store.  I’m sure he was a 
little nervous, touching me, as he was not sure how Gary would react.
 
Mike touched my thigh.  Electricity flowed though my body as his touch sent my mind 
into overdrive.  I’d never had a man touch me like that, well, at least since I’d been 
married.  And at that point, my husband was encouraging his friend not only to look at 
me but to touch me!  I LOVED it.  I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.  I wanted to 
savor those feelings of having another man after being with just Gary.  His hand moved 
teasingly over my body.  Mike touched my stomach, then moved up to my neck, my chin, 
and finally my face.  He had avoided my nipples and pussy.  If he'd only known how 
badly I'd wanted him to touch me.  God, how bad I'd wanted him in me.  Every time his 
hands moved to my thighs I desperately tried to spread my legs for him.  I wanted him in 
me!  I wanted to feel him touch me.  I needed his cock!
 
Gary moved behind him, taking pictures.  Even with my eyes closed, I could see the 
flash.  His friend was touching me; my body was overwhelming me with its cries for 
more attention, and my husband was capturing it all on film.
 
I could feel Mike moving closer.  He kissed my chest and my neck.  His lips felt like 
velvet against me.  I needed more.  He licked his way down to my chest and started to 
kiss all around my breasts.  Silently, I begged him to take my nipple.  The room was 
becoming a sauna and my body was the fire.  I had to have this man taste my nipples.  I 
wanted to feel him suck on me.
 
Gary walked around us, encouraging, “That’s it Mike, that’s so hot!”
 
Then he did it!  Mike took my nipple.  I felt his tongue touch me and he started to suck on 
me, his caress so soft, and yet, so manly.  I offered no resistance, if only I could beg for 
him, but my restraints and the panties clenched between my teeth stopped me.  I wanted 
to have him and then my husband.
 
“Hold it... pull on her nipple and let me get a few shots of that.”
 
I had to look and see what was going on.  Both men were nude, more importantly both 
men were hard.  Gary was walking around, his cock bouncing as he snapped pictures.  
Mike was kneeling before me, touching me and sucking on my breasts.  I could see his 
thick, stiff cock.  Mike moved to get better access to my body.  Oh, I could feel his cock 
touching my calf.  I wanted that in me!  I wanted for him to open me, stretch me, and just 
use my pussy.
 
Something pulled my head down to look at Mike as he nursed.  If only I could run my 
fingers through his hair and pull him into me.  If only I could pull this man into me, eat 
him alive.
 
Then Mike started to touch me, and most importantly, he finally touched my pussy.  
 
"Oh, don’t worry about her hose, just rip the crotch out,” Gary said.  I couldn’t believe 
my husband had just told another man to do that.  How kinky!
 
Mike reached between my legs, and I finally felt his hand on my pussy as he gently 
pulled on the pantyhose.  I could hear the hose tearing, granting my stud access to my 
most private feminine charms.
 
He had complete access to me.  His thick fingers cupped my pussy and started to apply 
pressure.  I was sure his fingers were very wet with my arousal because it felt like I was 
pouring.  Mike then slipped my clit between his ring and index fingers.  This man knew 
what I liked!  Gary was talking to us and snapping away, but I didn’t hear a word.
 
Mike pulled my clit away from my body, gently started to rock me with a little increase 
of pressure and that did it.  I started to cum again.  Little moans came out of my mouth as 
the men watched my body convulse.
 
Gary was teasing Mike, “See what you do to her?  You didn’t even fuck her yet and she 
came!  Well, at least once so far.”

Shuddering, I paused at what my husband had just said.  Mike hadn't fucked me YET?  
Oh, my! Gary wanted Mike to fuck me!  If I could only tell him that I would come 
twice!  Then again, a girl shouldn’t tell men those things as it would go straight to their 
heads.  And I wanted a head in me, a nice thick mushroom, cumming-machine head.
 
"Since I’m taking some pictures, I’ve got some ideas.  Let’s move her around to capture 
some really sexy images.  Like your cock between her pussy lips.  That’s one that I’ve 
been dreaming about for some time.  Oh yeah, that'll be very sexy!”
 
The boys started to move me around, untying me, but keeping me under their control.  
Gary removed my blouse because my arms were going numb.  They placed me on the 
couch and retied me.  Men can be so gross!  Why did I have to be spread-eagled?  
Anyone could take me then, as my pussy was exposed and open.  Oh well, it was Gary’s 
fantasy.  My arms were tied behind my back and I turned my wrists, holding my wet 
cheeks.

  (*** Might it be better if her hands were tied above her head?)

Gary started to direct again.  “Now move between her legs and place your cock on her 
lips.”
 
Mike did just that.  I watched him grab that massive cock and place it on my lips.  Even 
though I was tied up, I could still move.  My body took control and my hips started 
rocking.  Oh, that felt good.  I tried my best to move his cock over my clit.  I love to 
masturbate and I was using Mike to do it.  
 
“Hold it there,” Gary commanded, and he moved into place and snapped some pictures.  
My mind raced in lust.  It was so naughty.  I had a man I'd only dreamed about between 
my legs, his hard cock on my pussy, and quickly he would be inside me.  My husband 
snapped away taking naughty pictures.  I noticed my kinky husband as he started to rub 
his hard cock.
 
I was totally lost and needed more.  Once Gary finished taking those pictures, I tried my 
best to move Mike’s cock into me.  
 
"Gary, I think Heather wants something!"
 
"What’s that?”  Gary asked as he looked down.
  
I had a nervous smile on my face as they watched me.  No one spoke, not even taking a 
breath.  The room was dead quiet.  No one knew what to expect.  Oh, I knew what I 
wanted!  I bit my lower lip as I moved my body to accept his cock.  With a little help 
from Mike, I felt his tip enter my pussy lips.  I looked at Mike and he smiled.  I looked at 
Gary and then his cock.  Gary’s cock was leaking pre-cum!
 
I slid my hips down, taking Mike’s cock into me.  Immediately, I noticed how much 
thicker he was then Gary.  Mike teased me, only allowing the head of his cock into me.  I 
moaned and frowned as I wanted more!  He denied me, making me want him even more.  
 
Gary let out a loud groan, catching our attention.  Both Mike and I looked over to see 
something shocking.  Gary had just shot his cum all over the carpeting.  My husband had 
just shot cum from watching his best friend tease me with his cock!  I couldn't believe it!  
At least he was enjoying it, too.
 
Mike looked at me, and whispered, “I guess your husband is enjoying himself.  I think he 
loves watching me fuck you.”
 
His words sent shivers through my body.  With one quick thrust, he slammed all of his 
meat into me!  I screamed into the panties.  It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable.  Oh 
my, he was big and thick.  He stayed there, just looking into my eyes.  That was not his 
first time with a smaller woman, and so he gave my body time to adjust to his size.
 
Right on queue, he started moving his cock.  It felt so good and so right!  Gary started 
taking pictures again.  Even though this was Gary’s idea, it felt erotically strange to have 
my husband taking pictures of his friend fucking me.
 
“That’s it, Mike, fuck her just like that.  You should see some of the pictures that I have.  
Look at her.  How sexy she looks!  Damn, Mike, I think she really enjoys how you’re 
fucking her!”
 
“She’s so tight... her pussy feels so soft and tight.”  
 
These men were talking about me, talking about my body, talking about my most 
intimate and personal charms.  They talked about me like I wasn’t there.  In a way I 
wasn’t, as the panties in my mouth kept me from talking.  But they sure could hear me 
moan!
 
“Mike, pull most of your cock out of her, I want to take a picture of your cock all wet 
from her.”  And Mike did just what Gary asked.  
 
My kinky husband was directing his friend on how he should fuck me!  Gary snapped 
away some pictures of that cock pulling out of me.  Then Mike slipped back into me.  So 
deep!  A girl could get used to that kind of fucking!  It went on for what felt like an hour, 
but probably it was only ten or so minutes.
 
Gary started to bark out some more orders, only this time Mike ignored them.  “I’m 
sorry, man, but I really can’t hold back any longer.”  Mike really started to pick up the 
pace, slamming harder and harder into me.  My belly started to tighten for the orgasm.  I 
relaxed and let Mike do what he wanted.  The harder he fucked me, the harder it was to 
hold off. 
 
I felt some of Mike's sweat hit me and I knew he was close.  This man was working!  My 
orgasm hit me, like a freight train, and I screamed into my panties.  My eyes closed, and I 
almost passed out from the passion.  Mike gave one last, quick, hard thrust, pushing all of 
his body into me.  That massive head expanded in me and he started to pump his cum 
into me.
 
Oh god, we didn’t talk about that.  He fucked me bareback and was cumming in me.  I 
didn’t care; I had to feel him cum inside me.  Giving me all he had.  I didn’t care, I just 
wanted more.
 
Without a word, he collapsed on top of me.  His cock still was deep in me and it wasn’t 
moving or shrinking, just delivering the last of his cum.  I could feel the last few spasms 
as my own orgasm came to an end.
 
No one said a thing.  We just relaxed and took the time to digest the experience.
 
I had just had my first stud.
 
My husband watched me with his friend.
 
My husband gave me to his best friend.
 
Mike pulled out and moved over next to me, his love tool glistening with my juice.  
There was still a little cum on his cock.  How would he taste?  If only I were free to taste 
him.
 
While looking at Mike, Gary moved between my legs.  I hadn’t realized that he was 
hard.  Without warning or fanfare, he guided himself into my pussy.  I screamed and tried 
to stop him.  I was dirty.  How could he fuck me with Mike’s cum in me?  It was too late, 
and I couldn’t stop him.  Gary placed his cock in me and started to fuck me.
 
That was the first time I’d had two men.  My husband started to fuck me furiously.  I 
could tell he wouldn’t last long.  The show Mike had given was too much for him.  
Harder and faster, Gary fucked me.  I was sure he was thinking about what Mike had just 
done to me.  He tensed, only that time I couldn’t feel his head pumping cum into me.  Oh, 
I hoped it was the fact that I was a little numb from all that hard fucking.
 
Gary pulled out and looked at me.  “Girl, how do you feel having two men?”  He made a 
silly face and then pulled the panties out of my mouth.  
 
“You studs know how to treat a girl.”
 
"Do you mean we know how to fuck a girl?"
 
"Yeah," I said.  "That, too."
 
Gary reached around and untied me.  I stood up, allowing the blood to flow though my 
body again.  “Man, you guys also know how to make a mess.”
 
That got Gary to jump up.  "Wait, don’t do anything.  Just let it be for a few minutes I 
really want to take a picture!"
 
"You're so gross," I told him.
 
"Yeah," he replied softly, "but you love me."
 
“Yes, I do,” I agreed, and I kissed him.  I did love him, and I loved what he had given 
me.  He'd allowed me to live out a fantasy.  I felt so awkward standing there, but it was 
the least I could do for Gary.  I giggled as I thought, "Men and their little kinky fetishes."
 
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