Archive-name: Slaves/friends.001
Archive-author: Cyrus Lovely
Archive-title: A Man, His Wife, and Her Friend


The Man

The doorbell rang and Sheila answered it. "Oh, Mandy," she said, "I'm so glad
you stopped by! Come on back to the kitchen. What a coincidence. My
husband was just saying that, since I'd mentioned you so often, he'd like to
meet you. And here you are!"
"Yes, here I am," Mandy laughed. "Are you sure I haven't meet your husband
some time?"
"If you have, he doesn't remember it. And I don't think he'd forget someone
as stuning as you." Mandy was indeed stuning. Honey blond and wearing a
bright, wining smile, she was slim in the  hips with a flat tummy and
curvacious bouncing bosom. 
"Oh, you're just saying that!" Mandy protested, unconvincingly.
"Not at all, I'm just stating the obvious."
A tall dark-haired man rose to greet them when they entered the kitchen.
"Kevin, this is Mandy," Sheila introduced him.
"Hello," Mandy said hesitantly, blushing and turning her head, for Kevin was
completely naked.
Sheila put her hand on her friend's arm. "Don't be embarrassed," she
reassured her, "he almost never wears clothes when he's home. It's OK."
"But couldn't he put on a robe when your friends come around?" Mandy
asked.
"Don't be silly, Mandy," Sheila chided her, "that's just the time when he
doesn't wear a robe. Isn't that right, Kevin?"
"Yes!" Kevin said.
"Come on now, Mandy," Sheila coaxed, "I think he's really, really attractive.
Look at him and tell me if you agree."
Mandy turned her back to Kevin and said to Sheila, "This is crazy. What have
you two got going, anyway? I come in and you show me your husband as
though he were a wonderful new set of china. What am I supposed to do?
Ooh and aah?"
"That's a great idea! Let's hear a great big 'OOOOH" for Kevin!" Sheila laughed
happily. "But you've got to see  him first," she added. 
When Mandy just looked at her, Sheila continued, "Ok, ok. It's a game Kevin
and I play. We take turns being each other's 'slave' and today was his turn. I
told him this morning he'd have to stay naked all day, even - and perhaps
especially - if some of my friends dropped in. The rules of the game require
the 'slave' to do whatever the 'master,' or in my case the 'mistress,' tell him
to do. He isn't allowed to speak, incidentally, unless I address him directly. 
(I have the suspicion, by the way, that I'll get the same treatment when my
time comes!) So be a sport, Mandy. Turn around and ogle him, look him up
and down. Don't hesitate  he's just a 'slave'!"
"You guys are weird," Mandy declared, but nevertheless she glanced at
Kevin, looked away, and looked back, this time not diverting her eyes from
his body, though Sheila noticed she avoided looking at his face.
"Kevin," Sheila said, "bring me a clean dish towel." He went to a cabinet  the
women watched his dangling penis swing when he walked  and returned
with the requested item, which she tied around his head, covering his eyes.
"Now, Mandy, you can look without him looking back. Doesn't that make you
feel better about it?"
"Yes, I guess it does," Mandy admitted, scrutinizing Sheila's naked husband
more boldly. "He's limp," she said, begining to get into the spirit of the
game, "and that's an insult to me. I  thought I was sexier than that."
"Oh, no, you're as sexy as ever," Sheila replied, "all it means is he's even
more embarrassed than you are! But that's a benefit for us because now we get
to watch his prick get hard."
"It doesn't seem to be doing that now," Mandy said skeptically.
"It will - you can make it happen."
"How?" Mandy asked, eager now.
"Rub his nipples! Go on: pinch them, roll them between your fingers, pull
them. And if you want him really hard, suck them. Kevin! Mandy's  going to
play with your tits!" Kevin put his hands behind his back and thrust out his
chest. Sheila, though not Mandy, noticed his penis twitch.
"Are you sure it's alright?" Mandy queried, "He's your husband."
"Of course, it is! Isn't that right, Kevin."
"Yes," Kevin answered, and this time Mandy, too, saw the twitch.
She stood at arms length from him. Gingerly, she put her hands on the
reddish pimples protruding from his hairless chest, and began slowly to
rotate her palms over them, feeling them stiffen with her touch.
"Be sure to watch his prick, Mandy," Sheila said. Mandy looked down and
discerned that, indeed, the male organ was firming. So she took each pseudo
teat between a thumb and forefinger and compressed it. The penis rose,
though still pointing downward at a 45¡ angle. When she pulled the nipples
out from his body, tugged, and the angle became perpendicular, she clamped
her lips onto his left breast while rolling the right between her fingers.
"Oh, Mandy!" Sheila gasped, "Look!" 
Mandy raised her head and followed instructions. Kevin's penis, thick and
trembling, stood at a 90o angle from his body. "May I touch it?" she breathed
to Sheila.
"Yes, of course, please, please do!"
Her hand crept to the throbbing rod of male flesh where she fitted her
fingers around the glans and lightly caressed the tiny hole in its center with
her thumb. Kevin bent his knees and moved his pelvis in an effort to force
himself further into her hand.
"Lie down, Kevin," Sheila said softly, "Lie on your back on the floor." He
immediately complied, Mandy's hand maintaining its hold on the handle her
caresses had produced. 
The two women knelt on either side of him and together they fondled his
body:
Sheila flicked his erect and sensitive nipples with her forefingers and
Mandy flicked his erect and sensitive penis with her tongue. 
Sheila stroked the hair under his arm and sucked his tongue deep into her
mouth. Mandy stroked his iner thighs and and sucked his root deep into
her mouth. 
Kevin squirmed under their touch and moaned.
In a barely audible voice Sheila said, "Would you like it truly   in you?"
Mandy raised her head and asked plaintively, "May I? May I, really? You
don't mind? I mean, after all, he's, well, he's . . . ."
"Be my guest, Mandy. Enjoy!"
Urgently, Mandy kicked her shoes away, stripped off her pantyhose, and,
lifting her skirt, moved to straddle her friend's prostrate husband.
"Wait," Sheila said. "Your dress is in the way. Take it off, in fact, take off
everything. And I will, too. We can enjoy him together!"
Naked, they faced each other across the equally naked male with a fully
erect penis pointing toward his navel. Mandy stood at his feet, Sheila at his 
head. Together they were an exemplary illustration of the similarity, yet the
difference, in female forms:
Sheila was compact and petite; Mandy was taller and more fleshy. 
Sheila's legs were short and delicate; Mandy's legs were long and sturdy.
Sheila's short dark hair was reflected in her thick and curly pubic thatch;
Mandy's long straight blond hair likewise harmonized with her thin and
wavy genital pelt. 
Sheila's breasts, small with longish thin nipples, drooped scarcely at all;
Mandy's breasts, very large with plump dimpled nipples, swung down and
out from her chest.
They grined impishly at one another and Sheila said, "Ready?"
 At the same time Sheila knelt over his head, separated her vaginal petals
with her fingers, and lowered them to his lips. "You may lick me now, Kevin,"
she said, and he eagerly began to lap over, around, and within her covert
delicacies.
Mandy slowly moved her vagina upon the welcome visitor within it. "I am
very well filled, very well filled indeed," she said and leaned forward to rest
her hands on the floor beside Kevin's body, a motion that caused her heavy
breasts to swing down, brushing his chest.
Sheila kept herself from settling completely onto Kevin's face, so he could
breathe while he executed  cunilingus, which is a husband's pleasurable
duty. As his tongue on her clitoris increasingly excited her, she stroked
Mandy's soft blond hair.
Suddenly she said, "Mandy, may I hold your breasts?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Mandy gasped as Kevin thrust against her and her climax
approached.
Sheila seized the double handfuls of uniquely female flesh that hung beneath
her and breathed, "Stop moving, Mandy; hold off, if you can."
Breaking his silence, Kevin panted, "I can't hold off, no matter what she
does!"
"Just keep sucking me, yes, oh yes! Suck, suck, suck!" Sheila screamed, and
then, "Fuck him, Mandy, fuck him! Let's come !"
And come they did, the three of them together in a gigantic corporate
orgasm.
The women dressed and Mandy left. Only then did Sheila take the towel
from Kevin's eyes.


The Wife

The doorbell rang and Kevin answered it. "Oh, Mandy," he said, "I'm
delighted you stopped by. Come on back to the family room. What a
coincidence. My wife and I were just reminiscing about the last time you
were here. She was remarking about the marvelous time she'd had."
"Then I can reminisce with her. Because I, too, had a marvelous time. How
about you?"
Kevin simply put his hand to his chest, rubbed his left nipple through his
shirt, and smiled. She returned his smile and squeezed one of her own
breasts. No words were needed.
As Mandy preceded him through the hall, Kevin admired her rippling
bottom, the cheeks of which were encased in skin-tight designer jeans.
Because he had been blindfolded during almost the entire time when she
was there before, he hadn't had much opportunity to observe her charms,
though he definitely had felt them.
As they entered the light wood-paneled family room, Kevin said, "Guess
what, Sheila: it was Mandy at the front door."
Sheila wore an almost transparent front-close soft-cup bra with small holes
through which her erect nipples projected, a matching G-string darkened by
her pubic hair visible through it, and high-heeled open-toe mules. She did
not speak.
"A-hah, Sheila, so its your turn to be the 'slave,' " Mandy said.
"How did you guess?" Kevin responded. "Fetching outfit I got for her, don't
you think?"
 Mandy made herself comfortable on the sofa and agreed, "Absolutely
charming, I suppose now you're going to send her out for cigarettes in it."
"That's an interesting idea," Kevin said, "but the rules of our game don't allow
it. She's not permitted to cover up when visitors come, but I can't make her
expose herself in public."
"Too bad," Mandy feigned a sigh.
 "I suppose you'd suspend that guideline if you were playing this game,"
Kevin laughed.
"Oh, definitely," Mandy quipped, "I wouldn't have any rules at all. Anything
goes! What's the point in having a slave if you can't make her - or him -
obey outrageous orders?"
"You have a point there," Kevin said. "What do you think, Sheila? Should we
abolish the rule?"
"No," said Sheila.
"See?" Kevin shrugged, "Nothing to be done about it."
"Too bad," Mandy said again. Kevin wasn't positive she was kidding this time.
He reached over and plucked one of Sheila's bare nipples as if he were
picking a berry from a bush. "Nice juicy tid-bit here," he commented and
leaned down to give the tit a quick suck.
"May I do that?" Mandy asked from the sofa.
'Sure, if you want to. Sheila, take your boobies to Mandy so she can suck
them." 
Sheila leaned over and rested her hands on the sofa back, which neatly
positioned her spandex-sheathed breasts for Mandy's mouth to fit onto their
exposed tips.
While Mandy sucked, Kevin said, "My program today is to find out how
many orgasms Sheila can have between ten and twelve o'clock. Since its
almost ten right now, you got here just in time to help me produce them."
Mandy took her lips away from Sheila's nipple long enough to say, "You can't
produce her orgasms; only she can do that."
"Is that right, Sheila?" Kevin asked.
"No," Sheila said and shifted her breast slightly in Mandy's mouth."
"See?" Kevin said. Mandy's response  was to nip her friend's tit with her
teeth and Sheila yelped.
"I didn't tell you to speak!" Kevin said with mock sterness and then went
on, to Mandy, "I'm also going to make her come in different positions and
places." He glanced at his watch. "Ten on the dot; time to start. Would you
mind pulling down the G-string and checking if she's prepared?" 
 Mandy drew away the patch of cloth covering the fuzzy mound in front of
her, put her hand on it and fingered the dark hairs. She moved her head
affirmatively without removing her mouth from Sheila's breast.
"I thought she would be," Kevin said. "Ok, Sheila, you may straighten up
now." When she stood her reddened and elongated nipple popped from
Mandy's lips and the wisp of fabric that had covered her groin fell to her
ankles.
"You really ought to 'do' the other tit, Mandy," he said, "but we must get on
with the experiment."
"I'm disappointed, of course," Mandy pouted prettily, "but I'll survive."
"That's a relief!" Kevin laughed and settled into a chair. 
"Ok, Sheila, it's time for 'O number 1.' Mandy says you're the only one who
can produce orgasms so we'll begin with one you do all by yourself. She and
I will sit here and watch while you masturbate. It would be nice if you could
come standing up, but if that becomes difficult please feel free to sit or
lie on the floor."
Sheila looked a little dismayed, but she  stepped out of the G-string, kicked it
away with one of her heels, and immediately held her breasts, looking down
at them while she gently stroked their bare tips with her thumbs. Then, with
closed eyes, she raised her fingers to her shaved armpits and trailed them
down her sides to her hips and around to her iner thighs before squeezing
her mons veneris  with one palm and her gently swelling belly with the
other. (Kevin noticed that, outside her jeans, Mandy's  hand pressed onto her
own mons.)
Her feet wide apart, Sheila separated her vaginal lips with two fingers of
each hand and began to massage them, first gently and then with steadily
increasing intensity. The muscles of her hips and buttocks tightened and her
breasts strained against the filmy cloth containing them. Suddenly she thrust
two fingers deep into her vagina and pressed her clitoris firmly with
another. The only sound came from panted breaths escaping her parted lips. 
For their part, Mandy and Kevin held their breaths as Sheila kept her fingers
motionless for what seemed an interminable time. Then abruptly the fingers
in her vulva began to piston in and out of their slippery envelope and the
finger on her clitoris began to revolve rhythmically. At the same time her
pelvis thrust against the fingers within and on it and her heavier breathing
caused her out-thrust bosom to swell and tremble.
She maintained this excited motion for what seemed to her audience to be a
very long time. Just as suddenly as she had begun, she stopped and, without
removing her hands, rested, her head thrown back, her eyes still closed, her
mouth open, her breasts rising and falling as much as the brassiere would
allow.
And then, with one mighty shove she buried her fingers in her vagina and,
furiously rubbing her clitoris, came with an ecstatic cry, her entire body
shaking with tension's release. And still she stood, though she swayed on her
high heels.
When the convulsions subsided, she moved her feet together, put her hands
at rest behind her, and stood very straight.  "Number One!" she said with a
smile.
Kevin looked at Mandy, who rather sheepishly took her hand away from her
groin. He then glanced at his watch. "About thirty minutes," he said. "At that
rate, we should get many  more before noon."
"I doubt that," Mandy commented. "The next ones will take longer - and
may not even be possible."
"Is that true, Sheila?"
"I don't know," Sheila replied.
"So we'll just have to find out. Won't we?"
"Yes," Sheila said.
"Take off the bra. I think it's time we let the tits loose," Kevin said. Without
her brassiere Sheila was totally naked except for her mules, which Kevin had
determined she would retain all morning. 
"Sometimes I wish I had breasts like that," Mandy mused.
"Why?" Kevin asked, puzzled because he thought the plain white blouse she
wore bulged very nicely indeed.
"They're small enough not to sag but full enough to be a good handful," she
replied. "Mine literally droop."
"I liked it when they 'drooped' onto my chest the other day," Kevin smiled at
the memory.
Mandy returned his smile. (They both ignored the silent and demurely
naked Sheila.) "That's right, you couldn't see them, could you?"
"I had a towel over my eyes, you may remember."
"I'm tempted to show them to you now, but you probably don't want any
diversion from your 'experiment.'"
"Oh, I don't know, another bare-bosomed woman might be just the thing to
bring on the next orgasm." 
"You don't fool me!" Mandy laughed as she unbuttoned her shirt and slipped
it off. "You just want to see my naked titties." Her bra followed her shirt onto
the floor. "And here they are!" She leaned forward and dangled her heavy
breasts before him.
Kevin looked at them appreciatively. "Very nice, indeed," he said, "You're
welcome to 'droop' them over me any time you want to. But I was serious,
partly at least, when I said your bare bosom could help generate Sheila's
next orgasm. More than that, though, would you be interested in fondling her
to climax  while I watch?"
"May I? I'd love it!"
"Then she's all yours. Bring her off as quickly as you can, though. I haven't
given up on a grand total of at least four. Ready for 'O number 2,' Sheila?"
"I'm ready," Sheila replied and ruffled her pubic hair.
Mandy held her own abundant breasts in her hands and gently rubbed their
button-like nipples against Sheila's little spikes before taking her friend
fully into her arms. Their four breasts pressed close together, Mandy rubbed
her jeans against Sheila's naked groin. As she did so, she placed her lips
on those of the dark-haired woman. Sheila returned the kiss with a passion that
surprised Kevin, who realized he was learning for the first time that his wife
was capable of ardent sex with another woman.
Without breaking the kiss, Mandy caressed Sheila's shoulders and back,
finally reaching the buttocks, which she kneaded with her finger tips.
Sheila's response was slowly to rotate her pelvis against Mandy's jeans and
to nestle her cereal bowl-sized breasts against the milk jugs opposite them.
After a few moments, the two female bodies literally writhed against each
other. Mandy's fingers wrapped in Sheila's hair ensured that their glistening
lips and flicking tongues did not lose contact. Sheila reached between their
bodies, separated her vaginal petals, and then ground her open vulva and
exposed clitoris against the coarse cloth concealing Mandy's corresponding
organs. 
Seconds later, Sheila's body stiffened and shook. Her knees buckled and only
Mandy's tight embrace kept her from sinking to the floor. When her legs
would hold her again, Mandy released their lips, fell to her own knees and
planted a moist kiss on her friend's already moist nether hair.
Sheila, her eyes glazed, smiled at Kevin. "Number Two!" she said.
"That was beautifully done," Kevin said to Mandy, who was still kneeling on
the floor. "And expeditiously, too. It's exactly eleven o'clock with time for
two more orgasms before noon."
Mandy stood and shook her long blond hair. "She can't do it, she simply can't
do it."
"What do you think, Sheila?" Kevin asked. "Are you still willing to try?"
"Of course," Sheila replied. "A slave obeys orders and I'm a slave."
"But you look like a rather exhausted slave," Kevin said kindly. "Lie on the
sofa and relax a bit."
Gratefully, Sheila stretched out on the large divan with her feet together and
her head on a small throw pillow. She folded her hands on her abdomen and
closed her eyes.
"She's really very beautiful," Mandy said. "Thank you for letting me make
her."
"It's I who should thank you. It took you less than twenty minutes to elicit
her second orgasm. But it must be a little frustrating for you not to climax,
too," Kevin replied.
"Only a little. And I didn't mind, after all, I knew her orgasm was what really
was important."
"I'll make it up to you some day - if you want me to, of course."
"Is that a promise?" Mandy grined broadly.
"That's a promise," he declared with emphasis. "But now we must make haste
toward 'O number Three.' 
He sat on the couch beside his recumbent wife and put his hand on her thigh.
"Are you ready, Sheila?"
Sheila opened her eyes. "I guess so," she answered a trifle hesitantly.
Kevin combed his fingers through her luxuriant damp hair and said, "We'll
take it slow and easy. All you have to do is focus your mind on your clit." She
nodded and closed her eyes again.
He went to a side table, opened a drawer, took out a dildo, and noticed that
Mandy's eyes widened at the size of it. "I wish my prick was this big," he
said.
"You don't have to," Mandy said, "it's not the size that matters, it's what you
do with it  and I have evidence that your's is a whole lot more than
satisfactory in that regard!"
"It's kind of you to say so," Kevin responded, seating himself again at Sheila's
side. 
He laid the vibrator on the sofa, gently massaged her belly, and then cupped
her breasts, which he fondled tenderly while he moistened their nipples
with his tongue. She responded with soft purring sounds, raising her bosom
to welcome his ministrations.
"May I help?" Mandy asked hungrily.
"No," Kevin replied quickly, "this orgasm is mine." Without replying, Mandy
seated herself nearby and cradled her bare breasts in her hands, reconciled
to being an observer.
Kevin eased Sheila's legs apart and studied the ever-strange region between
her thighs. How exotic this familiar female anatomy would always be - and
how enticing, how desirable, how exciting. He slipped a finger into the cavity
hidden by puckered skin and hooked a knuckle around her pelvis bone to
press upon the so-called G-spot, which was corrugated in comparison with
the smoothness of the tunel leading to it. Sheila raised her hips and
exhaled.
Keeping his finger buried in her vagina, Kevin switched on the vibrator with
his free hand and moved it on her pelvic area, coming to rest over her
clitoris. He did not press down but let it hum lightly on the hood of flesh that
shielded the focal point of her sexual excitation. Sheila exhaled - "Aaah" -
and stretched her body, luxuriating in the exquisite pleasure.
Slowly Kevin moved the vibrator into the velvety canal between her clitoris
and the entrance to her vagina. He held it there while he extracted his finger
from her warm interior and used it to move away the hood, revealing her
tiny "female penis," red and pointed in arousal. She flinched when he
unexpectedly touched it with the tip of his tongue, but when he continued to
lick she responded with rhythmic movements of her pelvis and a look of
something approaching bliss on her face.
He momentarily interrupted his attention to her clitoris - exciting to him as
well as to her - in order to insert the delicately buzzing vibrator into her
vaginal cavity, where he held it as he returned to her almost infinitesimal
focus  of arousal. 
He had barely begun to tongue when she erupted in orgasmic spasms that
racked her body not once, but many, many times. Kevin did not even dream
of leaving her body until she had completed this most massive orgasm of the
morning.
 Sheila didn't open her eyes, but merely clutched her breasts and opened her
thighs further when she triumphantly said, "Number Three!"
"That was more than number three," Mandy observed. "I think you should
count it as three, four, five, and six, at least."
"No matter how you count," Sheila said from the couch, "it's not enough. I
want more, more, many more!"
"She's kidding," Mandy declared.
"Are you kidding?" Kevin asked.
"Definitely not!" Sheila sat up and thrust her pert breasts forward. "And I'm
ready now."
"It's only 11:20. Maybe you can get two more in before twelve," Mandy said.
"No need to get sarcastic, Mandy," Kevin said. "She seems really to mean it."
"I know. I'm jealous that's all."
Kevin chose to ignore that and facing Sheila, proceeded to take off all his
clothes. "This time," he said, "we'll do it the way it should be done."
"It's really not fair to waste that lovely tool on her," Mandy interjected.
"She's already had as many as six orgasms. Use it in a woman who'll really
appreciate it  me!"
"Now, Mandy," Kevin said gently, holding his erect penis in his hand, "you
know I can't do that."
"I'm sorry," she replied, "but I'm so horny I can't stand it. Don't worry,
though, I can handle that myself." She stood, stripped off her jeans and
panties, and stuffed three fingers into her vagina.
"That's a good girl. You'll feel better in a few minutes," Kevin grined.
"I'd better!" Mandy declared, but she smiled, too. 
He then turned his full attention to his naked wife who, despite her
declaration that she desired another orgasm immediately, was still flushed
and quivering from the last one.
"Really, Sheila," he said, "I think we ought to wait until you've rested some
more."
She leaned forward, rested her elbows on her knees, and stared at his penis
as though she had never seen it before. "No," she breathed, "I want it. I want
it inside of me. I want to feel it move inside of me. And I want it now."
He took her hand, indicating that she should stand, and held her small,
compact body in his arms. With her erect nipples squashed against his chest
and his upright penis compressed between their equally denuded bellies, he
kissed her tenderly. Then, his lips moving against hers, he murmured, "I
want to do you doggie style - here, on the floor."
"Any way you wish," her lips brushed his in reply, "just so you do  me."
Kevin relaxed his grip on her buttocks and her body flowed from his arms to
the carpet, coming to rest on her elbows and wide-spread knees, her raised
bottom prepared for his entry. 
He knelt behind her and carefully opened the double doors to her womb
with his fingers. The reddened juicy interior beckoned but he contented
himself with passing a thumb over the taut pin at the base of her vertical
opening. Sheila gasped and pressed her breasts to the floor, which raised her
lower offering even further.
He held her slippery portals of flesh apart with the wide-spread fingers of
one hand and, with the other, positioned his now throbbing penis at the open
door thereby provided. Slowly, oh, so slowly, he entered until he was fully
inserted, his  hardened testicles, unable to follow, pressed against her
quivering facade. He rested his hands on the rounded twin hills framing the
cavity his rigid appendage visited and remained motionless for the moment
it took to observe Mandy, her gaze intent on the coupling of her married
friends, feverishly manipulating her own sexual center.
He then began his exploration of Sheila's intimate portion by deliberately
moving within it. His right hand gripped her right cheek but his left moved
beneath his testicles to touch her clitoris and press a finger upon it. Thus
holding her body between his hands, he increased his movements, both
penis and finger.
 Sheila  moved with him, moaning at first and then crying out, "Oh, fuck me!
Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck me!"
And fuck her he did, pounding into her with such force that only his grasp of
her buttocks kept her in place. She came then with a mighty shove upward
onto him and an ecstatic scream that pierced the heretofore stillness of the
morning. Her knees refused to support her further and Kevin gently allowed
her to sink to the floor, his still erect  implement slipping reluctantly from
its sheath.
At the sight of his beautifully pulsating erection, dripping with Sheila's
secretions, Mandy's orgasm exploded also and her lovely naked body
quivered rigidly in the chair where she was sitting.
Sheila raised her head and, before, dropping her cheek back to the floor, said
blissfully, "Number Four!"
Kevin sat beside her and possessively caressed her spine. He looked at his
watch. "There's ten minutes yet available," he said, "but I think we'll let the
record stand at four orgasms or, if Mandy has her way, seven."
Sheila turned on her side and propped her head on one hand. "It was four,"
she said definitely, "the others were merely aftershocks." She smiled then at
her unadorned female friend, "We should count yours, too, and make it five!"
Suddenly she sat bolt upright. "It should have been six. Kevin, you didn't
come!"
Kevin patted his softening penis and said, "My time will come."
"It could come in the next ten minutes," Mandy said quickly. "Stick that
gorgeous sword of yours in me and we could make it six before the clock
strikes twelve!"
"That's kind of you, Mandy, but the only ones that count are Sheila's."
"Kind, hell," Mandy stood and swung her large breasts before his face. Kevin
reached up and squeezed the nearest mammary gland but she pulled away
and, slipping on her jeans and shirt, stuffed her panties in a pocket and
made her exit.
"What a fabulous morning!" Sheila said.
"It was indeed," Kevin agreed, "but now that the game's over for today, how
about if we  go to bed and act like wife and husband?" She reached down
and cupped his genitals.
     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *
Sheila came into the bathroom where Kevin was shaving one morning and
popped the question: "Mandy asked if she could join our 'master-slave' game.
What do you think?"
He wiped some shaving cream from around his mouth so he could talk
without swallowing the stuff. "You mean the 'mistress-slave' game, don't
you?"
"I might, but she called it 'master-slave.'"
"Interesting. I'm not sure. Apparently you're willing, since you brought it up.
Right?"
"Well, the fact is she's been an observer and part-time participant each of
the last two times we've played it. It's almost as though she's already in."
"It's OK, I guess, but even though she's sexy as hell, I wouldn't want her
around all the time."
"That's pretty much the way I feel about it, too," Sheila said. "But," she
added, "I make one restriction."
"What's that?"
"She can never be the mistress; always  the slave. I don't want her ordering
you around!"
Kevin flicked a glob of saving cream at her. "That's my possessive wife, for
you."
"You damn right!" Sheila said seriously and pinched his right nipple.
"Very well. Suits me," he laughed. "When shall we play again?"
"Tomorrow morning," she replied. "I've already told her. She'll be here at
nine."


The Friend

Mandy found a note inscribed with her name taped to the front door. She
opened it and read:
Slave Girl:
     1. Come in.
     2. Strip. 
     3.When you are completely  naked, open the bag in  the hall closet and
       wear the garments in it.   
     4. Walk to the kitchen.    
                        --Your Master
A tingling wave of excitement passed through Mandy's body. Sheila had told
her that, if she wanted to join them, she would be expected to play the slave
part and she had agreed. But to be addressed, on paper no less, as 'slave girl' 
made it even more exciting. She folded the note and put it in the hip pocket
of her jeans; it would be fun to read it after.
Once inside, she lost no time in getting out of her clothes, including, since
she had been instructed to strip completely   naked, her wrist watch, the three
rings she always wore, and the two pins that kept strands of blond hair from
falling into her face. Now that's naked,  she thought.
On the closet floor was a small travelling case that opened from the top.
When she swung the lid up she found a piece of paper covering the stacked
trays designed for jewelry and other small items. It was another note:
Slave Girl:
          Attire yourself with the items in the order in  which you find Them.                   
           
                          --Your Master
Beneath the note was a  wisp of a bra stiff dark red satin cups rimmed by
dainty black lace with a clip to hold them together. Mandy eagerly wrapped
its string strap around her back, fitted her considerable bosom into the cups,
and closed the clip. The effect was startling even to her, for although the bra
lifted her breasts and pressed them together, it covered only the lower
one-third of their area and caused the exposed two-thirds to bulge upward
with their exposed nipples  standing out in most remarkable fashion.
Keen to discover what other wonders resided in the case, she lifted out the
top tray and set it aside. Beneath it were two tassels, one with a tuft of black
yarn attached to a black circle of soft plastic with a hole in the center by a
thick red braid about six inches long. Otherwise identical, the colors were
reversed on the other one  red tassel, black braid, red plastic circle. 
There was no note, but Mandy didn't need to be told what these were for.
Steadying her left breast with one hand, she carefully placed the black
plastic circle over its tip. The circle completely covered the breast's areola
while her stiff nipple protruded through the hole. She pressed on the circle
and it clung to her flesh. Then, when she had fastened the red plastic circle
to her right breast, she waved the tassels to and fro, intrigued that they
tickled a little when they brushed her upper abdomen. Kevin and Sheila
were certainly dressing her as a slave girl should be!
The bottom of the case contained a pair of unmatched shoes - one was red
and one was black - with the highest heels Mandy had ever seen (could she
walk in those?) and a skirt composed of red and black cords with tassels
attached, identical to those hanging from her breasts, that were fastened to a 
black band at about two-inch intervals. She stepped through the band and
drew it to her waist where it refused to stay, slipping instead to her hips. It
was not a skirt designed to conceal the body of the woman who wore it.
When she reached for the shoes, Mandy noticed that something seemed to be
inside one of them. There was. It was a G-string of red satin with black lace
that precisely matched one of the bra cups. She pulled it on, fitted the patch
of satin over her blond-haired pubes, and felt the thong between her legs
snuggle across her anus. 
She slipped her feet into the shoes and tottered a few steps before she
became comfortable walking virtually on tip-toe. By the time she reached
the kitchen, however, she stepped confidently, the tassels dancing about her
as she did so.
Sheila scarcely looked up from her newspaper when Mandy came through
the door, but she called out, "Kevin, your slave girl's finally here."
"Tell her to come to me." Kevin's voice came from the bedroom.
'You heard him. Go," Sheila said.
Kevin, naked, sat on the edge of the bed fondling his penis. "I need a
discharge, slave girl," he said, "so you'll have to work for your breakfast -
which will consist of semen."
Feeling for all the world like a real slave girl, Mandy dropped to her knees
between his legs, licked a drop of pre-come from the tip of his semen
dispenser, and then took it fully into her mouth and throat.
Leaning back on his arms, Kevin watched Mandy's head bob up and down
and mentally congratulated his wife for finding and choosing the slave-girl
costume at Frederick's of Hollywood. And, though he hadn't been at the time,
he was now grateful to Sheila for encouraging him not to ejaculate inside her
the previous night. Save it for Mandy's breakfast, she had said.
His thoughts didn't stay on those extraneous matters for long, however,
because Mandy's exertions were fast  producing their intended effect. Her
lips alternately closed around his glans and slid silkily down the length of his
shaft. At the same time she manipulated his testicles separately with the
fingers of her two hands. The result was exquisite and almost painful
pleasure, which he maintained by sheer force of will until that became
impossible and his body involuntarily ejected two days accumulation of
semen into her throat. 
She swallowed but kept the penis in her mouth until it became soft enough
for her to bring in the testicles as well, thus filling her mouth with his
genitalia. Then a surprising thing happened, surprising, at least, to Kevin,
though Mandy had hoped the continuing action of her tongue and the
sucking of her lips would cause his erection to return. As the penis stiffened,
the gonads slipped from her mouth and once again her lips surrounded 
firmer male flesh.
Kevin put his hand on her head. "Let's stop now, slave girl," he said. "You've
had enough protein for the moment - and I want to save any I have left for
later." Reluctantly, Mandy abandoned the delicious morsel she had proudly
created and rose to her feet. 
Kevin stood, too. His polished penis stood with him and the sight of Mandy's
erotic body in her erotic costume did nothing to encourage it to subside. He
started to move toward her when they heard the front doorbell ring.
"That will be the man coming to repair the refrigerator," he said, "go let him
in and bring him to the kitchen and don't hesitate to 'entertain' him while
you do it."
In the back of her mind, Mandy had expected something like this, and she
also had a pretty good idea as to what Kevin expected of her in the way of
"entertainment." Her already erect nipples became even harder with
excitement as she walked through the living room to the door, her oscillating
hips making the tassels bounce about her legs.
The doorbell rang again and Mandy said, "Just a moment, please." She
extended one bare leg through the tassels and put the opposite hand on her
hip beneath them. Only then did she turn the knob, placing her hand on her
exposed thigh as the door swung open.
"Yes?" she said in a low sultry voice.
The repair man, who thought he had seen everything when it comes to
at-home customers, stumbled back a step and looked at his feet. He was
short and perhaps a little past middle age with long straggly thining hair.
His belly, which hung over the belt of his baggy jeans, was too big for his
shirt adequately to cover, so it bulged whitely through the space left by two
unfastened buttons. In one grease-stained hand he held a metal tool box.
"Yes?" Mandy said again, "What may I do for you?" Only a deaf man would
have failed to hear the suggestion in her words.
He looked directly at her then and said with a lecherous grin on his bristly
face, "I've come to fix the frig , mam."
Mandy sensuously stroked her thigh and made her bosom quiver. "Oh, yes!
It desperately needs attention!" she breathed. "Come  .  . .  after me."
She locked her hands behind her neck (which, of course, raised her breasts
and caused their tassels to tremble) and turned slowly on her stilt-like heels. 
Emphasizing her hips with every deliberate step, she strutted slowly toward
the kitchen, knowing full well that the swinging tassels left none of her
fany to his imagination.
Sheila and Kevin, wearing robes, sat at the kitchen table, coffee cups in hand,
studying the morning paper. Sheila looked up when she saw Mandy with the
repair man panting after her. "You must be the one who's going to fix the
refrigerator," she said as though there was nothing out of the usual.
"That's right," he replied gruffly, "what's wrong with it?"
"The light won't go on when the door opens. It's so anoying!" Sheila told
him.
"Alright then," he said busily, "let's just take a look at it."
Mandy pulled open the door and, as he bent to peer in, one of her tit tassels
brushed his balding head and he leered up at her lustfully. He immediately
got out a screwdriver and began to remove the door switch. (Kevin knew the
only problem was the bulb, which he had deliberately broken.)
Watching him, Mandy leaned her breasts over the low door and made sure
that one of their tassels swung on either side of the repair man's grizzled
face. He turned his head from side to side against them as he worked,
obviously taking his time to remove only two screws. When the switch
finally was unbolted, he pulled it out and unattached the wires, holding it up
for Mandy's approval as though he had done something marvelous. Then,
when he bent down to examine the wires, one of her nipple tassels caught in
his beard bristles and it came off with a quiet pop.
"Gee, I'm sorry, mam," he said and made as though he would hand it back to
her.
"I'd love  for you to put it back on," Mandy purred. "You are so  handsome!"
He didn't need to be asked a second time. When he gingerly tried to fit the
plastic circle over her nipple, she moved her breast every time he was about
to get it centered on its target.
"It's hard to hold still when I'm so excited,"  Mandy whispered down to him
over the refrigerator door between them. "I need your help."
"Yes, mam!" he replied and grabbed her mostly naked breast with his free
hand, squeezed it tightly (too tightly for Mandy's comfort), and roughly
placed the circle around its distended tit.
"There you are, mam, good as new!" he declared, apparently not noticing the
greasy finger marks he left across the light blue veins of her swelling white
flesh.
"Have you found the problem?" Kevin asked.
The repair man looked around the door toward the table, which he could see
between Mandy's naked thigh's beneath her G-string from which peeked a
few stray blond hairs. "Not yet, sir," he answered, "it doesn't seem to be the
switch, though."
"That's good," said Kevin, "have you tried the bulb?"
"That's next," he said and left grease marks on Mandy's leg when he ducked
back behind the door. He replaced the switch and started to loosen the bulb.
"Maybe you should test my bulbs, too," Mandy said. "They only seem to light
up when they're tested." And she leaned further over the door to swing her
'bulbs' over his head. 
"Be happy to," he smirked at her, "but I gotta take'em loose to do it."
"Then do! They need to be tested!" Mandy smiled down at him coquettishly.
He seized the two dangling tassels and unceremoniously jerked them off,
then put a grimy hand on each breast and rudely hoisted it from the red and
black quarter cup supporting it.
It took an effort, but she refrained from flinching and faked a sigh, "Oh, you
are so manly." Whereupon he squashed one of her large breasts between his
palms and clamped his teeth onto her nipple.
At the table Sheila raised an eyebrow at Kevin. He nodded and spoke loudly,
"Was the bulb out? Was that the trouble?"
The repair man released the nipple, though not the breast, in order to
answer: "I'm still checking, sir."
"Then hurry up with it, will you?" Kevin said irritatedly.
"I think you'd better do that, gorgeous man," Mandy advised. "My bulb's in
good order now."
He literally wiped his hands on her breast as he released it and turned to the
machine.
A silently laughing Mandy was replaced by a serious looking Kevin at the
refrigerator door and so it was Kevin he saw when next the repair man
looked up.
"Yes, sir!" he said, "let's shut the door and see what happens." He stood and,
puzzled, looked around for Mandy, but she was nowhere to be seen. And, of
course, the replaced bulb worked perfectly.
Kevin thanked him, paid him, and ushered him to the door. He was doubled
up with laughter when he returned to the kitchen. "I bet that guy is, right
now, wondering what sort of dream he's just had."
"It was damn near a wet dream," Sheila was laughing, too. "Did you see the
bulge in his pants?"
"No, but he wouldn't be human if it wasn't there," Kevin answered and
opened his robe to demonstrate how human he  was, himself.
"Wow!" Sheila exclaimed. "Is that for me or for Mandy?"
"I think Mandy should have it, don't you? She's earned it."
"I certainly did," Mandy emerged from her hiding place, her freed breasts
liberally streaked with grease from the repair man's hands. But she, too, was
laughing. "Wasn't I a good little slave girl?"
"That you were," Kevin said. "And, moreover, you still are - but we've got to
get you cleaned up, you're a mess."
"He really was a boor, wasn't he," Mandy said, "but - you know?- the fact
that I would never, ever, have let him lay me, made it even more exciting -
that plus the fact that you two were listening to my tease."
She considered Kevin's audacious extremity. "Now do I get to drink from the
fountain again?" she asked eagerly.
"Maybe," Kevin answered, "but two things have to happen before you can
drink: you've got to be de-greased, and the fountain has got to spout inside
your cave."
"Oh, marvelous," Mandy exclaimed and slipped a finger inside her G-string
onto the entrance of her cave.
He tossed his robe onto a chair and ordered, "Follow me, slave girl." And,
penis swaying, he strode toward the bathroom, where he turned on the tap
and let tepid water run into the tub.
"Take off the shoes and skirt - but not the G-string - and climb in, slave
girl," he said and handed her a bar of soap and wash cloth.
"Aren't you going to wash her yourself?" Sheila, who had come with them,
asked.
"No, I want to watch her do it." He lowered the toilet lid, sat on it, his feet 
flat on the floor, and leaned back with his hands behind his head. "Now, slave
girl," he said, "clean the titties."
"May I?" Sheila, who still wore her robe, asked and, without waiting for an
answer, seated herself on the floor between Kevin's legs and began fondling
his erection. Kevin did not object.
Mandy stretched herself out in the tub, keeping only her head above water.
Then, sitting up for Kevin to see her, she soaped her breasts, squeezing them,
pushing them together, and pinching their nipples so the buttons stood
proudly firm. Even with that thorough treatment, some grease remained, but
rougher application of the cloth quickly eliminated all trace of the repair
man's  grubby paws.
"It was delightful watching that cleansing," Kevin remarked.
"And this slave girl enjoys being watched while she bathes," Mandy grined,
stepping out of the tub and applying a towel to her backside.
"Are you sure the slave deserves this? Just because she let a service man
grope her?" Sheila asked plaintively. She rolled his glans between her thumb
and two  fingers.
"Of course she does!" He stood, took Mandy's body in his arms, and pressed
her full breasts against his chest before dropping to his knees and dragging
the wet G-string to her ankles. He promptly separated the folds concealing
her "cave" and placed his tongue on the lilliputian sentry guarding it.
"Oh! That's very   nice!" Mandy sighed and, leaning over, put her hands on
his cheeks. But Kevin had no intention of proceeding with cunilingus.
Instead, he stood, clasped her breasts, and gave each nipple a single lick. 
"Come with me!" he said hoarsely and marched away. She almost
unconsciously slipped on the super-high heels he had provided for her
before trailing after him.
In the living room, he threw a pillow from the couch on the soft carpet and
urgently told her to sit on it and then lie down. Thus properly positioned, she
opened wide her legs and spread the aperture to the cavity within her in
anticipation of his entry.
Kevin stood above the naked woman and admired her long curvacious legs,
smooth belly, and flattened though still swelling bosom.
"She's really quite beautiful, isn't she?" Sheila commented.
"She's very beautiful," he agreed. "Almost too beautiful to fuck."
"No woman's that  beautiful," Sheila said. "Fuck her!"
Kevin knelt between Mandy's legs, held his fully rigid penis in his hand, and
teased her exposed clitoris with its tip. Her body quivered and, with a moan, 
she lifted her body to meet him. Slowly, then, he inserted his instrument
until it was completely absorbed by her pliant flesh. Only then did he initiate
the in and out motion that would produce the friction necessary to release
the fluid stored in his testicles, a release that swiftly followed.
It was a magnificent orgasm for Kevin, one that seemed literally to drain, not
only the semen, but the energy from his body. Mandy, however, though she
trembled beneath him, had not experienced the corresponding release and
Kevin wanted that for her. Gently, he withdrew his wilted penis and,
flattening himself on the floor, replaced it with his tongue. The taste of his
own ejaculate was new to him and he was not certain he liked it very much,
but that did not deter him from urgently licking and sucking her blood-filled
clitoris, an action that almost immediately caused her to scream and buck
against his mouth before gradually subsiding into limp rapture.
After Mandy had dressed, gathered up the slave-girl costume (which Kevin
insisted belonged to her), and left,  Sheila and Kevin retired to their marital
bed, where he brought Sheila to a towering climax by cunilingus.
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