‘Then I think he should hurry before someone sees us,’ I whispered.
‘A bit late for that,’ a voice boomed from the doorway.
It was his wife.
‘Shit, Marcia, let me explain–’ he begged.
‘Explain, explain what?’ she said, coming in and pulling down the blind over the door.
I still had my naked back to her. I turned slowly, my breasts heaving from the excitement of being caught. She was gorgeous. I knew he was married because of his wedding ring, but I didn’t think his wife would be so good-looking.
She eyed me as she came closer. I tried to cover up my breasts but it seemed pretty ridiculous considering the rest of me was naked. John, I noticed, was still standing behind me. He’d made no effort to put his cock away.
‘So this is what you get up to while I’m home cooking dinner,’ she said.
‘Er, um…’ was all he said.
I had a feeling I was in for something other than what I’d planned.
‘Let me see her properly,’ she said to John.
John pulled away from me as she came behind the counter. I turned to face her. She ran her finger down my cheek, over my breasts, down my abdomen and into the hair of my pussy.
‘I see you’re not a natural blonde,’ she said.
Her fingers slipped inside my pussy. She removed them and smeared the juices on my thigh.
‘So you fancy my husband, do you?’ she asked.
I was speechless, unsure of what to say.
‘I said, do you fancy my husband?’ she said more firmly.
‘Yes, I do,’ I said smugly. How obvious was it, I mean I’d just let the guy fuck me.
‘John, go and get some of that twine over there. I think we should tie her up while I think about what I should do about this situation,’ she said, as her hand covered my mound.
She cupped my pussy while her other hand ran over my breasts, lingering on one nipple before giving it a quick squeeze.
‘Tie her hands together, pull them over her head and lay her out on the workbench out the back. I’ll be out there in a minute,’ she commanded.
John pulled me by the arm into their workroom. ‘Don’t worry, she won’t hurt you. She just wants to have a little fun. You’re up to that, aren’t you?’
‘She likes it both ways, does she?’ I asked.
‘You wait and see. You won’t be sorry she caught us,’ he said, tying up my hands and lying me on the table. He knotted the rope to a hook on the edge. I did wonder what it was there for and then he quickly pulled apart my legs, tying up each ankle and hooking the ends to the legs of the table.
He sprinkled rose petals over me and ran a thorny stem down my skin, scratching me lightly with it. Then he gently trailed the stem over my pussy lips and ever so lightly touched my clit. It sent electrifying shivers through me. I broke out in goose-bumps anticipating a night of raunchy sex.
‘You like this?’ he asked as his tongue licked my lips.
‘Oh, yes,’ I whispered.
‘And this?’ as his fingers explored my outer lips.
‘Yes, yes, I do.’
‘And when I tickle your clit like this,’ he said, rubbing it, ‘does it make you hot?’
‘Oh, God, yes,’ I could hardly breathe as he continued to rub.
‘And when my fingers go in and …’ he quickly pulled away as his wife’s footsteps rang out on the wooden floor.
I lay there spread-eagled, my pussy dripping, wanting more, wanting John’s gorgeous cock filling me up. My nipples were rigid, excited, as I lay there exposed in front of these two strangers.
She’d returned dressed in a leather outfit. Thigh high boots, short miniskirt and a tight-fitting bra. Attached to her wrist was a snappy little whip.
‘Hmm, very nice,’ she said, coming over to inspect me.
My body tingled all over. I’d never had sex with another woman before and was dying to see how it would feel.
She was running the handle of the whip over me, lifting my breasts as though judging their weight and then on to my pussy. She prodded at the opening, teasing me with the end of the whip. She opened up the lips with one hand and pushed the handle in with the other.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ she asked.
I didn’t answer, but my nipples betrayed me by becoming more rigid and I was breathing hard through my nose. She removed the handle and lowered her face down, only inches from me. My whole body throbbed in anticipation of her mouth, but she stood and turned her attention to her husband.
‘You’ve been a bad boy,’ she said. ‘Take off your clothes at once.’