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Beneficially HIS Pt. 3

5/12/2005

Beneficially HIS ‒ Chapter 3
<br>
Opening note ‒ If you have not read chapters 1 & 2, you
may wish to. Just to understand how we got here.
<br>
The days that followed were a bitch. They weren’t bad, but
thoughts of Jane perpetually interrupted my usual routines
and my productivity plummeted. Like I’d be sitting ay my
desk trying to write out some checks to pay the bills and
then find myself staring into space wondering how her nipples
would feel on my tongue or fretting that as much as I think
I wanted it to happen, I’d get cold feet. Or even worse, that
I’d misread Jane.
<br>
George wasn’t helping either. Instead of oral being part
of what we might do, he seemed insistent of giving me a tongue
bath daily. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, but
it did synergize with my musings, and I was just a bundle
of nerves by the time I saw Jane again.
<br>
Of course, I was further agonized by waiting for us to be
alone. And the guilt trip I suffered for wishing my mother
and her friends would just leave didn’t help either. Nor
did the furtive glances Jane was giving me.
<br>
With Jane’s birthday so close, I’d decided we’d have a little
celebration and had served some wine with lunch, followed
by cake and coffee. The wine helped my nerves a bit, but just
as I was loading the dishwasher and feeling that would be
the cue for the others to leave, Jane’s cell phone rang.
<br>
“It’s probably Bill, ” she said reaching for her purse.
“He’s in LA doing an installation.”
<br>
“Hello, ” she said cheerfully, “Hi honey, how are you?”
<br>
Of course, the rest of us fell silent.
<br>
“What?” she suddenly exclaimed, “But you were supposed
to come home tomorrow!...When?....Tuesday or Wednesday
of next week! But George and Lyn are supposed to come for
dinner on Saturday!....I know you can’t help it….. Look,
I’m at her house right now. Could you call me later tonight?.....Okay….Love
you too. Bye.”
<br>
Disgusted, Jan threw the phone back into her purse that
she then flung to the floor.
<br>
“Sorry, ” she said with a discernable quiver to her voice,
“but Bill’s installation is a cluster fuck and he won’t
be back in time for my birthday.”
<br>
Tears welled in her eyes as a chorus rose to express how sorry
we were about it and rivulets left mascara laden streaks
on her cheeks.
<br>
I quickly fetched a box of tissues for her.
<br>
Pulling several from the box and wiping her face, she looked
to me and said, “I guess we’ll have to postpone the party.”
<br>
Trying to be conciliatory, I said, “That’s okay, there’ll
be another time.”
<br>
“No, it’s not OKAY!” she shouted in an outburst that reverberated
through the room, followed by an awkward silence.
<br>
Woops, I guess that was the wrong thing to say.
<br>
“It’s not the first fucking time he’s been held up. Last
year he was away for our anniversary. And this will be the
second time he’s missed my goddamned birthday! Sometimes
I really hate his fucking job!”
<br>
Jane paused to wipe her eyes again, but she couldn’t stem
their flow.
<br>
My mom and her friends’ ears were probably burning and they
quickly took advantage of momentary lull to excuse themselves
from the tense atmosphere. It was probably just as well.
I’m sure Jane didn’t want them around at this point anyway.
<br>
Truthfully, I was relieved that they left too. But I was
more concerned about what Jane might blurt out in her agitated
state.
<br>
While I escorted the others out the door, I could hear Jane’s
sobs subsiding a bit and closed the door behind them. Thank
goodness. Well at least they’re gone, but so’s my opportunity
to talk to Jane. What I wanted to talk about anyway.
<br>
I sat next to Jane on the sofa. But not too close, the time’s
not right.
<br>
“Sorry, ” she said sadly, “I didn’t mean to scare everyone
away.”
<br>
“That’s alright, ” I replied, trying to sooth her. “I certainly
understand.”
<br>
“I know you do, but it still seems so unfair. I mean, Bill
told fucking Scott that it was my thirtieth birthday this
weekend and that we had special plans and he HAD to be home.”
<br>
“I never liked him when George worked for him either. To
him, everything was about business. Just one cold S.O.B.”
<br>
“You got that right. But in spite of what Bill had told him,
Scott said he had to stay and get the job done and there was
no way he would pay for another trip. And now, well all my
plans for this weekend are r-r-ruined!”
<br>
The tears started flowing again and her torso shook with
uncontrollable sobbing.
<br>
My heart ached for her, so I leaned over and gave her a hug.
Without warning, her arms reached out and clung to me desperately,
her face pressed against shoulder. Feeling strangely
maternal, I stroked her hair and cooed reassurances that
everything would be alright.
<br>
Finally, she stopped crying, sat up and dabbed away the
last of her tears.
<br>
God she looks a fright. What would my mom do now?
<br>
“How about if I make us some tea?” I asked.
<br>
“That’d be nice, ” came a weak reply.
<br>
But just as I started to get up, the door opened and in walked
George.
<br>
Briefly, time stood still as his eyes flitted between Jane
and me.
<br>
Oh shit. I’m not sure what he’s thinking, but he looks like
the doc just told him the only cure would be castration.
<br>
“I guess I came home at a bad time, ” he said sheepishly.
“Sorry I didn’t call first.”
<br>
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry, ” sniffled Jane, while George
just looked more perplexed.
<br>
Come on, girl, Jane’s in no condition to explain all this.
<br>
“Well, I’m glad you’re home, honey, ” I started and then
walked over to give him a quick hug and a kiss. “You’re just
in time to help me make tea.”
<br>
I led him to the stove. While I put the water on, fixed the
pot, and got out some cups, I gave George the details of what
had happened since Bill’s call. By time I had finished,
the kettle had boiled, so I put the pot and cups on a tray and
brought them to the coffee table.
<br>
“That really sucks, ” said George after contemplating
all I’d said, and from his measured reply, I knew his mind
was already at work. “Not the tea, but what that prick did
to Bill.”
<br>
Jane had moved on to sulking and sort of grunted her agreement
with his assessment, but obviously wasn’t feeling talkative,
just a melancholy “Thank you, ” as I passed her a cup.
<br>
George sat in one of the chairs opposite the sofa, and although
he accepted a cup, he just set it down, leaned forward, looking
directly at Jane.
<br>
“So I take it you’re fed up with Bill’s job?” he asked.
<br>
Jane merely nodded.
<br>
“Have you told him that?”
<br>
“More than once, ” she replied, softly, but bitterly.
<br>
“Has he looked for something new?”
<br>
“A little.”
<br>
“And?”
<br>
“He’s tried, but it’s not easy. I mean there just aren’t
that many jobs around that have the same pay and wouldn’t
require us to move. We really like where we live and the friends
we have, ” Jane said as she looked at me with a sad smile.
<br>
Well, at least she smiled.
<br>
“What if I told you that I know of a recent opening, ” George
continued, “that wouldn’t require you to move? I don’t
know exactly how much Bill makes, but I can guess, and I think
the pay would be in the ballpark.”
<br>
“Oh god, we’d loved to know about it!” Jane blurted, her
eyes brightening. “Where is it?”
<br>
“It’s with me. You know, at my company.”
<br>
“Are you sure?” Jane asked somewhat dubiously.
<br>
Time for some back-up.
<br>
“He’s serious, Jane, ” I interrupted. “George has mentioned
several times that he needs some help, maybe even a partner.”
<br>
“I don’t know what to say, ” she replied, but by the way suddenly
sat up and looked at George, I knew she was very interested.
<br>
“Then just listen, ” said George. “As Lyn said, I need someone.
Things are going real well and it’s getting to be too much
for me to manage. I’ve got a lot of new jobs and hired some
new people. But if I don’t get some help running it, I’ll
be living at work, and that’s something I swore I’d never
do again. I’ve been putting off doing something about it
because I don’t want to hire just anyone. Bill’s one of my
best friends and I know what I’d be getting. I wish I’d thought
of it sooner.”
<br>
I’m sure Jane does too, judging by the way she’s hanging
on every word.
<br>
“So, ” he asked, “do you think Bill would be interested?”
<br>
“Well, I know that I am, ” she replied, “and I’m sure he would
be too!”
<br>
“Great. The next time you talk to him, let him know and if
he wants, send me an e-mail or better yet, call me.”
<br>
“I’ll talk to him later today and I bet you hear from him very
soon, ” Jane proclaimed her mood vastly better.
<br>
“Okay, but that still leaves one problem. What to do about
your birthday.”
<br>
“I guess we’ll just have to postpone it, ” said Jane, although
her disappointment was obvious.
<br>
She’s not the only one who’s disappointed.
<br>
“Yeah, ” I said, “but I hate to think of you sitting home
all alone on your birthday.”
<br>
“She doesn’t have to.” he said.
<br>
Jane and I both looked hopefully at George.
<br>
“I know it won’t be quite the same, but you could come over
on Saturday, Jane. We’ll have dinner here instead.”
<br>
“Really?” she asked, feigning innocence. “I don’t want
to put you guys out. You’ve already made my day.”
<br>
You never did do modesty well.
<br>
“Oh, cut the shit, Jane, ” I blurted out.
<br>
“Sorry, you’re right. You know I’d love to.”
<br>
“Tell you what, ” said George. “Why don’t you come up after
lunch and go out with Lyn for a while. Go shopping. Get your
nails done, you know, girl stuff. I’ll take care of dinner
and everything for a proper celebration. Spend the night
if you want….You know, so you don’t have to worry about what
you drink.”
<br>
Proper celebration indeed! I know where your mind is…and
I’m right behind you. Looks like Jane is too. Funny how we
all know what he means, but no one will really come out and
say it.
<br>
“A girls’ day out, I don’t have to cook and I can have whatever
I want….to drink. Sign me up!” said Jane enthusiastically.
<br>
Whatever she wants. Mmmm.
<br>
“Okay, why don’t you pick me up around one? It’s been a long
time since we went shopping together, ” I suggested.
<br>
And if you remember, Jane, the last time we did, I was still
Marion the librarian and you bought that trashy lingerie.
<br>
“I know just the place to go, ” she replied, an evil grin
gracing her face.
<br>
<br>
Not surprisingly, Bill called George that night.
<br>
Jane didn’t waste any time on that one! But there’s something
more, isn’t there George? I mean, I heard you two talking.
At first it was business, but then Saturday obviously came
up. Don’t try to tell me you were discussing the dinner menu
and what he would ‘serve’ Jane. I can see the wheels turning
in your head.
<br>
But if you’re not gonna tell me, what can I do? Just one more
butterfly in my stomach. Don’t I already have enough anxiety?
<br>
Finally, Saturday arrived. I tried to stick with our usual
routine of a leisurely breakfast and reading the paper
over a couple of cups of coffee.
<br>
Jesus, George, how can you be so calm? And no, I don’t want
more coffee. I’ve got enough nervous energy to power a small
town. I’ll just straighten up the house a bit.
<br>
Yeah, right! I’m acting like the fucking Queen of England’s
coming over.
<br>
<br>
Come on you stupid sheets. Get on the bed will you. Never
had this much trouble changing them before! And why are
you spending so much time on the guest room? Still some doubts,
eh?
<br>
Lunch? How can you think of eating at a time like this? Okay,
you’re right. Don’t need to get a headache. I don’t remember
tasting it though.
<br>
Thank god! Jane’s finally here. Just throw your stuff in
the guest room. Let’s go.
<br>
Ahh, shopping. We’ll both get a new dress for tonight. George
won’t be the only one with a surprise up his sleeve! Ohh,
that’ll be cool. The same style, but yours in red and mine
in black. I can see why you’d pick this one, but I suppose
I can live with your superior cleavage. And some new lingerie,
yum. I’m gonna have to get one of those I can’t believe they’re
mine bras from Victoria’s Secret to do the dress justice.
Hot damn, I cant’ wait to see the look on his face.
<br>
Where’d the time go? We’d better get back home. I wanna shower
before dinner and I’m sure you do too. I’ll shoo George downstairs
while we get dressed so we can make our entrances together.
<br>
Well, George’s eyes just about popped out of his head and,
if I do say so myself, we looked great. George wasn’t so bad
either, simple but elegant: a crisp white shirt and black
wool gabardine pants.
<br>
We sat at one end of the dining table with George at the head,
flanked by Jane and me. And wow! Dinner was excellent. Obviously
he’s put a lot of thought into it ‒ everything went well together,
and nothing too heavy. To toast Jane’s birthday, we started
with some Proseco, accompanied by a smoked salmon starter.
The main course of just grilled fish and a salad was washed
down with some Pinot Griggio, which I knew was one of Jane’s
favorites. But for dessert, he surprised us by serving
crème brulee instead of any kind of birthday cake and somehow
managed to stick a candle in the crystallized caramel for
Jane.
<br>
“My, that was fantastic! This has been a really wonderful
day. Thanks to both of you, ” said Jane as she raised her
glass. “Cheers!”
<br>
Glasses clinked and we all drank up. I reached for Jane’s
present that I left wrapped at the other end of the table.
<br>
“Happy Birthday!” I said and handed it to her.
<br>
“This day just keeps getting better, ” she said as she pulled
off the ribbons and paper. “Oh my god it’s lovely!”
<br>
“The moment I saw it, I knew you’d like it.”
<br>
“It’ll be a perfect addition to the collection of angels
I put on the mantle every Christmas. Where’d you get it?
I’ve never seen anything like it.”
<br>
“We got it down at Wheaton Village, you know, at the artist’s
enclave in the glass works.”
<br>
“Thank you, ” Jane said as she stood and sort of trotted
around the table to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It
was a bit awkward with me seated and her leaning over and
wrapping her arms around from the side.
<br>
Just like the last hug you gave me, only now your nipple’s
poking my bare arm, while yours is wrapped across my breasts.
Do I feel that way to you?
<br>
“Hey, I drove!” joked George.
<br>
Were we that obvious? How long had she held me?
<br>
“I’m sorry, ” said Jane as she released me and gave him a
quick kiss.
<br>
On the lips.
<br>
As she seated herself again, a nervous silence fell around
the table. Jane and I both fidgeted in our chairs, totally
aware of the sexual tension between us, alluded to all day,
and now hovering over the table. Neither of us could muster
the courage to take such a fateful step. I looked at George
with pleading eyes.
<br>
Help me. Help Jane. You’re the one in control…. Oh, now I
get it. You’re enjoying our anxiety. You’re a wicked one,
George.
<br>
He smiled and then, to my surprise, he said, “I’ve got a present
for Jane too. It’s upstairs, but I’ll need Lyn to give me
a hand. You won’t mind if we disappear for a bit, would you
Jane?”
<br>
Present? What present? He hadn’t told me about that!
<br>
“You’re too kind, George, ” Jane replied. “I’ve got a little
more wine left and how could I mind waiting for another gift?”
<br>
With that he stood, took my hand and led me through the kitchen
and up the stairs. Upon reaching the bedroom, he closed
the door behind us.
<br>
“I didn’t know you got Jane a present. What is it?”
<br>
George didn’t answer me immediately. Rather, he seized
my upper arms, pulled me to him and sternly locked his eyes
on mine.
<br>
“You, ” he said sternly, “Now, take off your clothes.”
<br>
“But…are you sure?”
<br>
“Trust me, ” he said in soothing reassurance as he released
me. “Don’t worry. I know more than you think. Thanks to Bill.”
<br>
Somehow, that’s not a surprise.
<br>
I slid my dress past my shoulders, over my tits and gravity
did the rest.
<br>
“Very nice. Did you get those today?”
<br>
“Yes, sir.”
<br>
He kissed me deeply while his hands slid down my back and
cupped my ass, sneaking his hands inside the black lace.
Breaking off, he continued forward over my cunt and up to
my breasts, flicking my nubs through the silky black fabric.
My knees nearly buckled as a tingling followed his fingers
and then lingered maddeningly between my hips as he stepped
back, his gaze now caressing me.
<br>
“I must say that both of you looked ravishing tonight…..So
ravished you will be.”
<br>
I tried to embrace him once more, but was rebuffed by hands
firmly placed on my shoulders.
<br>
“Patience.” The authoritative tone returned. “Lose the
underwear.”
<br>
As I reached for the clasp of my bra, George moved beside
the bed, flung back the covers past its foot and pulled out
the restraints from underneath it.
<br>
He’s going to tie me down! He wasn’t kidding when he said,
“Patience.” Unhook, damn it! Mmmm…
<br>
“Stop that!” he barked. Charging behind me, he pulled the
bra down my arms and yanked my panties to my knees, swatting
each cheek. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
<br>
“Sorry, sir.”
<br>
“Now take of those panties and get on the bed, face up.”
<br>
Okay, okay. But the sting is only making the ache in my cunt
worse…Shit! I wonder if Jane heard any of this…Stop trembling
girl, it’ll be alright, but I haven’t been this nervous
since Thatday.
<br>
“You are beautiful, ” George said reassuringly as his
fingertips teasingly caressed my nipples with the faintest
touch. “I know Jane will like it too.”
<br>
“I hope so, ” I replied in a tremble. God, I hope so.
<br>
He’s getting undressed too? Aren’t you going a bit fast?
Oh, your cock’s swelling already. That explains a lot.
<br>
He pulled the black silk robe from the closet. The one I had
given him for his birthday and had ‘Sir’ embroidered in
blood red script at the left side of the chest and was generally
reserved for my spankings.
<br>
Damn, I guess we’re in it now, Jane!
<br>
As he tied the robe, walked back towards the bed and sat next
to me, he must have read the anxiety on my face.
<br>
“Don’t be afraid, my love. Trust me. You do trust me, don’t
you?”
<br>
“Yes, sir, ” I squeaked.
<br>
I know I do, but it’s still not stopping the thumping in my
chest…nor the desperate longing that’s flittering inside
me… Oh, a blindfold too?
<br>
I tried to speak, but a finger delicately sealed my lips
in the darkness.
<br>
“Shhh.” And then a soft whisper, “Patience. All will be
revealed soon enough. For now, be silent.”
<br>
Okay, I’ll go along, but I’ve got a nagging suspicion you’ll
torture me with anticipation. Won’t be the first time for
that, now will it?
<br>
I felt him rise from the bed.
<br>
What the…? Clickety, clickety… A keyboard? I’d seen his
laptop in its customary place on the small desk on the far
side of the room when we’d entered, but hadn’t given it much
thought. What the hell is he up to?
<br>
“George?”
<br>
“I will not repeat myself again. Silence!”
<br>
More clicks… Now so quiet…Is he still here? George? Where
are you damn it?
<br>
I’m jolted by a whisper, so proximate I could feel his breath
on my ear. Flinching, my limbs jerked on the bonds.
<br>
“Enjoy the show, ” he said and, pausing slightly, “Don’t
go anywhere.”
<br>
Oh, ha-ha, George. Enjoy the show? What show? I can’t see
a blessed thing! But, I’m certain he’s left the room ‒ there’s
that one spot in the hallway that creaks when you step on
it.
<br>
Waiting…waiting.
<br>
Suddenly, I heard Jane gasp.
<br>
That’s funny. I didn’t hear anyone come back upstairs.
<br>
“Surprised?” said George, but he sounded a little strange
“You shouldn’t be.”
<br>
There is no one here! The voices are all coming from the lap
top. That fucking bit-head has wired the dining room so
I can hear what’s going on! Oh, you’re a wicked one, George.
<br>
“You know that Bill told me the instructions he gave you, ”
he continued.
<br>
“I know, but I…you…where’s Lyn?”
<br>
“Upstairs, but she’s kinda tied up at the moment, and there
are a few, umm, preliminaries. I have my instructions too,
but just so we’re clear, what did he tell you?”
<br>
Very funny, George. Preliminaries? What did she just say?
<br>
“Speak up!” commanded George.
<br>
Thank you.
<br>
“If I’m a good girl, ” Jane submissively replied, “I’ll
get what I want for my birthday.”
<br>
Me?
<br>
“That’s right, ” said George, “so are you going to be a good?”
<br>
“Yes.”
<br>
“Excellent. Now, come here and stand before me.”
<br>
I know that tone. Soft, but strong, almost evil, yet irresistible.
<br>
“Raise your dress….such lovely panties…but you don’t
need them. Take them off…Spread your legs more!...Yes,
I would say you’re ready.”
<br>
Jane sighed.
<br>
“Very wet and you’re clit’s begging for attention. Isn’t
it?”
<br>
“Yesss, ” Jane replied in a high pitched plea.
<br>
And so is mine.
<br>
“But you’ll have to wait. Bill asked me to administer your
birthday spanking. So, get yourself over my knees.”
<br>
“No, no, ” he continued, “Raise your dress…..That’s a
good girl….Such a lovely soft ass.”
<br>
Come on George, stop teasing. Can’t you hear her whimpers,
begging you?
<br>
Smack!
<br>
Finally!
<br>
My butt cheeks clenched empathetically with each blow
that George administered in an agonizingly slow and erratic
pace, each strike summoning a sharp squealing whimper
from Jane that landed as teasing pinpricks on my clit.
<br>
What I wouldn’t give for a free hand right now!
<br>
“Ohh!” Jane suddenly exclaimed.
<br>
“You like being fingered when you’re spanked, don’t you?”
hissed George.
<br>
This is so unfair! Why do I have to be the one left here alone?
<br>
“Yes. Don’t stop!”
<br>
“You-won’t-tell-me-what-to-do!” he countered, as a
harsh slap accompanied each word.
<br>
Yes! Get her ass red! Make the bitch squeal.
<br>
“Please, please, make me come!” she begged.
<br>
“Not now, you’ve got something else to do.”
<br>
That’s right, if I can’t, neither should she.
<br>
“Anything.”
<br>
“And you will, ” he replied diabolically, “but you’ve
made my cock hard and I understand you’ve got incredible
oral skills. On your knees, slut!”
<br>
No, no, no! Come upstairs.
<br>
“And to make sure you do it right, let’s tie your hands behind
your back. My sash should do nicely.”
<br>
Really playing it up for me, aren’t you?
<br>
“Oh my god, ” she gasped, “Look how big you are.”
<br>
“You made it that way, now suck it! And, if you do a good job
I’ll play with your tits.”
<br>
But what about me? I’d gladly suck your cock, if it meant
someone would touch me! From her slurping and their joint
moaning, she must be pleasing him. That’s it, live it up
you two. Bitch. Bastard.
<br>
Unexpectedly, I heard Jane pleading, “Please touch my
tits some more.”
<br>
“Not until you take all of my cock.”
<br>
“I can’t. You’re bigger than Bill.”
<br>
George? Big? How was I to know? Jane had much more…umm…varied
experience than me. There had only ever been Tom before,
and I just figured he was small. So, Miss I-Can-Deepthroat-and-You-Can’t
has met her match!
<br>
“Well you’re gonna try!”
<br>
The sounds of sloppy sucking and gagging were perversely
intoxicating as I wondered if Jane experienced the same
thrill I did from the power George was exerting, certain
that he was firmly grasping her hair and roughly probing
her limits. His familiar grunts left no doubt that he was
enjoying himself.
<br>
“Do you want my cum?” he roared.
<br>
Between gasps of air, Jane shouted, “Yes….goddammit…choke
me with your cum!”
<br>
Greedy little bitch…not that I blame her.
<br>
His growls of release and Jane’s hawking made me jealous
and as my pelvis pointlessly gyrated in search of relief,
my essence trickled down to my ass, only to emphasize the
longing emptiness that echoed deeply within my hips.
<br>
Come on Jane, stop slurping on him and get your ass up here!
He’s not gonna get hard again that fast!
<br>
Following a wet ‘pop, ’ I heard Jane sigh and all George
could muster was “Wow!”
<br>
“Can we go see Lyn now?” she asked. “I bet she’s wondering
what we’ve been up to.”
<br>
“No doubt, ” he replied through a weakly disguised chuckle.
<br>
“What’s so fucking funny?”
<br>
“Nothing for you to worry about. Don’t you want your present?”
<br>
“Oh yes! But can you untie me first?”
<br>
“Not quite yet. Let’s go.”
<br>
Finally…The creak in the hallway…they’re here! I hope
she likes what she sees. Damn! I wish I could see her face.
<br>
“Isn’t she beautiful?” George asked.
<br>
“More than that, ” she said, “She looks de-li-cious.”
<br>
“Wait here, ” he said and then suddenly my eyes were blinded
by the incredibly bright room, as a whisper instructed
me to remain silent.
<br>
Why the fuck have you got every light in the room on? No matter.
<br>
A few blinks later, my eyes had adjusted. I spied Jane, still
flushed from her tryst downstairs, standing at the foot
of the bed, breasts thrust out provocatively by her bound
arms, eyeing me lustfully, scanning my body, but lingering
on my hairless cunt, while George, barely still in his robe,
leered in unison over her shoulder.
<br>
Yes, look at me! Do you see how wet I am? Here, let me raise
my hips to you. Is it just me or are my lips opening for you?
<br>
The spell was broken when George said, “Seems you’re overdressed,
Jane, ” as he slid her dress down her shoulders, slowly
exposing her large breasts, barely contained in the lacy
red bra.
<br>
Magnificent, but I want to see more.
<br>
Her eyes fluttered as he cupped each breast, slid his hands
together to release the clasp and gradually exposed them
to me.
<br>
“Aren’t they beautiful?” asked George as his fingers lightly
flicked her luscious pink nipples that swelled in response.

<br>
I could only swallow dryly and nod in response, mesmerized
by Jane’s wanton exhibition, her eyes proudly encouraging
my lustful inspection.
<br>
Jane swooned into him as his fingers tauntingly pulled
her large nipples towards me, her head tipping back while
another short, squealing whimper escaped her lips.
<br>
Such a divinely submissive sound!
<br>
Upon his sudden release, Jane staggered slightly, backing
into him to maintain her balance. George’s hands slid in
from view momentarily.
<br>
A flash of gold? A nipple chain! Ooo, lovely, and, my god,
can they get any more swollen? I would think that hurts,
but she’s loving it! Especially when he’s pulling on it,
slowly moving her tits in circles.
<br>
Yes, finally, he’s releasing her arms and stripping her.
What did he whisper in her ear?
<br>
Bracing himself and leaning Jane backwards, he circled
her wrists in his hands. Jane’s eyes locked on mine and guided
them down to her neatly trimmed golden brown pubes as four
hands crept in, spreading her to reveal the pink, shining
core.
<br>
Damn, I don’t know who’s wetter, her or me? And when did my
hips start their circular dance again? Watch out! Her legs
are shaking so badly she’ll fall!
<br>
Sensing her predicament, he gently pushed her forward
so she could catch herself on the foot of the bed with a shuddering
sigh, tits swaying with the gold adornment glimmering
between them, hypnotically staring at the junction of
my thighs.
<br>
George then knelt on the bed, straddling my shin.
<br>
Getting hard again already, I see. Had Jane felt that between
her cheeks? No doubt. Nor any of what he must have been thinking.
<br>
Using the chain as a leash, George brought Jane crawling
up to me, halting with her knees to the left of my waist, one
hand just above each shoulder.
<br>
My chest heaved upwards and I raggedly gasped as he briefly
teased my left nipple with the slackened chain.
<br>
It’s only cool, but so long deprived, it’s like ice. So good
it almost hurts. Yes George, bring her face closer… your
essence still on her breath…lips tentatively parting…eyes
closing…so soft…tongues timidly introduce themselves…growing
bolder…now aggressively entwined…I want…
<br>
No! Don’t go! He’s retaken the chain, guiding her downwards.
Tongue flicking…nipple hardening…taking more…now sucking…harder,
pleeease…ahhh…a second tongue…licking…biting…sliding
across…joining…embracing around and over me… dancing
with the other. Too soon, the number ends.
<br>
I feel Jane repositioning herself on my left; my eyes open
to see she turning around, her broad ass facing me and I follow
its cleft past the brown crinkle to the her prominent tumescent
lips, framed by matted curls, darkened by her moisture.
I tried to reach for her, only to be cruelly reminded that
I could not.
<br>
Turning my head, I find George kneeling, raptly watching
Jane’s southward progress.
<br>
No help there!
<br>
Tee-hee, the chain tickles a bit, but, oh, her tits are so
warm, the metal a sharp contrast to her softness.
<br>
Tender hands slide under my thighs…fingernails claw for
purchase on my lips…spreading me…her breath, at first
warm, then chilling…at last, a tongue lovingly traces
my slit repeatedly…infuriatingly…do I taste good to you?
<br>
The answer was sharp and sudden as her mouth sucked in my
lips and her tongue attacked my clit.
<br>
“Yes! Oh god, yes! Eat me Jane!”
<br>
Aieeah! Not literally! Your pinching!
<br>
“Tooo much, ” I wailed in painful ecstasy, as all my muscles
seemed to constrict at once and my hips tried to turn away
from her furious onslaught. “No more….. pleeeease!”
<br>
They’re not listening. She’s just sinking her claws into
my ass and pressing tighter…No, George, not my nipples.
I can’t take anyMOOOORE!
<br>
After that, I kinda lost track. I just remember thrashing
helplessly against my bonds with my eyes slammed shut.
<br>
And wailing something incomprehensible about Jane, or
‘profanely speaking in tongues’ as George later described
it.
<br>
Whatever. I finally did open my eyes to find George and Jane
kneeling on either side of me. And although I was panting
with sporadic twitches tormenting my body, they were obviously
not sated. With him, the need was obvious. With Jane it was
only subtly revealed in her lust filled eyes, as the sheen
on her lips, chin and nose reminded me of the excruciating
pleasure she’d just given.
<br>
And as soon as I get my strength back, you’ll get yours.
<br>
“It doesn’t look like she’ll attack, so I believe we can
release her now, ” deadpanned George.
<br>
Very funny, mister.
<br>
But, desperate for freedom, I didn’t to rise to the bait,
merely flexed my limbs as each was removed from its bonds.
They even took momentary pity on me, messaging my weary
muscles.
<br>
But once my breathing was normal, he said, “You know Jane
hasn’t cum yet, ” as he guided her to kneel over my tummy,
“and she’s waited long enough.”
<br>
As he removed the chain, the familiar whimpering returned
while the rocking of her hips rubbed her sodden cunt on my
tummy.
<br>
That kinda tickles, but also reminded of her earlier exhibitionism.
And those tits. Come here…Feed me…Hmm, a little salty rubbery
nub on my tongue…give me more…I can even feel the tiny bumps
on her areola…just made for sucking…no wonder guys love
tits…yes, whimper for me, Jane.
<br>
What’re you doing with my hands Jane? Mmm, your ass feels
so smooth…soft…squeezable…and your cunt is so wet…there’s
your little nub…gotta taste it.
<br>
Help me…that’s it…lemme slide under you…Hmmm…not that
different than when I’ve tasted myself on George, but wha?t…
stronger?… muskier? Definitely not unpleasant …now I
understand why he likes me bald…but no biggie… just get
yourself off on my tongue.
<br>
And play with your tits too? Gladly. Pinch them. Sure, whatever
you want…anything to hear you squeal a little more.
<br>
What the..? Sit back on my face Jane! You’re so close.
<br>
“No!” said Jane crying in supplication.
<br>
I’d been so engrossed with Jane’s cunt, I hadn’t noticed
that George had risen up on his knees, and looking up I saw
that his left hand was full of hair at the crown of her head,
her face pointed to the ceiling. She’d had to follow.
<br>
Smack.
<br>
She flinched as the hard blow landed on her ass. I was equally
shocked.
<br>
What game is this, George? He glanced quickly at me and mouthed,
‘Trust me.’ Okay, I won’t interfere…for now.
<br>
“You’re not cumming without me!” he hissed as her turned
her head to face him, her hair still tightly clenched in
his fist.
<br>
“Please?”
<br>
“Please what?”
<br>
“Please, George, let me cum. I’ll be a good slut. I’ll suck
you or fuck you. Just let me cum!” she pleaded.
<br>
I suspect that’s not the first time you’ve said that, Jane.
<br>
She moaned as I saw his free hand disappear behind her ass.
Fingers reached up to her clit and through her sopping slit,
and as it disappeared from my view, her legs tensed further.
<br>
“And you know where I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, Jane?”
<br>
“My ass? But you’re too big.”
<br>
“Nonsense!” he countered, forcing her to look at me. “You
know full well that Lyn’s taken it many times. Haven’t you,
Lyn.?”
<br>
I was enjoying the play so much that his words didn’t register
immediately, but eventually I filled my role, “Yes, sir.”
<br>
His fingers returned to her cunt. “So do you want to come,
Jane?”
<br>
She hesitated. Pleading eyes met mine, but her hips had
already made the decision.
<br>
“It will be all right, Jane….I’ll help, ” I reassured her,
although I didn’t really have a clue how I could.
<br>
George smiled approvingly; then jerked her head to face
him again.
<br>
“Do you? It’s you last chance, and there’ll be no backing
down, ” he asked once more, as he roughly fingered her clit
in unison to her gyrations.
<br>
“Y-yes, ” she replied, in a stammering moan.
<br>
George leapt off the bed and Jane sank back down on my face,
sighing as my tongue immediately went back to work. He wheeled
at the sound.
<br>
“If Jane cums, I’ll turn both your asses red!”
<br>
I could take that as a challenge…almost.
<br>
I heard the nightstand drawer open.
<br>
At least he’s getting the lube.
<br>
“Jane, get your ass over here!”
<br>
Slowly, she rose, my mouth following as far as my neck would
allow, and then knelt at the edge of the bed before him, head
bowed.
<br>
Damn, she really is submissive! I guess he knows what he’s
doing.
<br>
It was only then that I saw he held not only the lube, but also
our vibe.
<br>
“Sit on the edge of the bed, ” he instructed Jane, then pushed,
forcing her to lie back, her legs dangling from the edge
and switching the vibe on low, teased her nipples.
<br>
“Lyn, bind her arms.”
<br>
It took a few moments to lengthen the straps, but Jane willingly
surrendered her wrists to the tethers.
<br>
Such a good girl, you deserve a kiss.
<br>
As out tongues played, Janes squealed into my mouth and
I turned to find he had pressed the vibe directly on her clit.
<br>
“I thought that would get your attention, ” he said, grinning,
and summarily pulled the vibe away.
<br>
“Take this, ” he said to me, extending the hand holding
the vibe, “but remember, she’s not to cum until I do.”
<br>
He lifted Jane’s ankles and pushed her knees to her chest.
<br>
Laying beside her, I cooed in her ear, “Relax, Jane. I’ve
done this, so can you.”
<br>
To that end, I suckled on the nipple nearest me. She sighed
and exhaled deeply, followed by a sharp intake, as a slick
finger penetrated her ass. I brought the vibe to her cunt,
letting is rest between her slick petals. Another moan,
and he pressed deeper, but Jane didn’t tense nearly as much.
<br>
Realizing I needed to coordinate my efforts with George,
I got to my knees at her hips, rubbing the vibe on her, coaxing
a motion to her hips.
<br>
More lube, a second finger. So far so good. That’s it! Concentrate
on the vibe. At least he’s letting her adjust slowly…but
the moment has come. Be as gentle as you can, George.
<br>
And he was. At first just resting the head of his cock against
her asshole, then slowly moving it in unison to Jane’s riding
of the vibe. Gradually his pressure increased.
<br>
“Eeeeee!” she squealed as his head popped in.
<br>
Jane pulled on the restraints in a useless effort to escape,
and, seizing a thigh in each hand, he refused to retreat,
but at least stopped his advance, while I briefly stroked
her hair and cooed reassurances.
<br>
That’s it Jane. I know you’ve done this before. The worst
is over. Breathe…relax…Shit, why do I feel like some kind
of demented midwife?…But…it’s working…she’s responding
to the vibe again.
<br>
George took advantage of her slow reciprocation, patiently
worming in deeper. As Jane’s contrasting sentiments were
evidenced by a series of sighs and gasps, he finally penetrated
her completely and once again let her adjust.
<br>
Jane loosed a long sigh of accomplishment as she felt his
hips against her ass, and shortly, the tempo of her motion
increased. Passion replaced her previously contorted
countenance, and I synchronized the vibe’s movement with
hers.
<br>
Much to my surprise, she raised her head long enough to look
directly at him and challenged, “So are you gonna fuck me
or what?”
<br>
Well, you didn’t need to hit him over the head twice to get
his attention.
<br>
Initially, he slowly pumped her ass with long deliberate
strokes.
<br>
Damn, I know how intense that is, but I can’t just sit here
and watch. Ahh..that’s better
<br>
“Oh, god!” she wailed.
<br>
“You like my cock in your ass, don’t you Jane?”
<br>
She’d obviously adjusted to him and launched into a tirade,
“Yes! Fuck me, George! Fuck my ass with that big cock!”
<br>
He gave of all pretence of tenderness and pounded into her,
while the deep rumble emanating from his chest signaled
his approaching climax.
<br>
“Come with me Jane!” I cried, as I pressed and held the vibe
directly on her clit and vigorously fingered my own.
<br>
The room filled with the vocalizations of our orgasms ‒
a bizarre cacophony of grunts, sighs and high pitched squeals,
which gradually subsided into chorus of contented deep
breathing that slowly dissipated.
<br>
“Wow!” George said, as he collapsed along Jane’s opposite
side.
<br>
“Wow, indeed, ” I agreed, mirroring his position.
<br>
Jane wiggled and said, “Wow or not, could you untie me?”
<br>
“Sure, ” he replied. “Sorry, I was in another world.”
<br>
“Thanks, ” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and
massaging her shoulders. “For everything.”
<br>
George resumed his position next to her, “Believe me, you’re
very welcome. Was your birthday everything you wanted?”
<br>
“Yeah.” She said softly, with just a hint of reservation.
<br>
“You’re sure?” I asked, somewhat perplexed by her tone.
<br>
“Well, almost.”
<br>
“Oh?” I asked.
<br>
What else could you possibly want?
<br>
“Well, you know, Bill should have been with us. I mean, that
was my original plan.”
<br>
“Oh, but I was!”
<br>
What the fuck? That was definitely Bill’s voice, but it
came from George’s laptop.
<br>
Jane and I looked at each other in total disbelief, then
at George, grinning stupidly and a bit red-faced.
<br>
“You mean, I….we…” I spluttered, unsure of whether I was
embarrassed or pissed off.
<br>
But somebody’s got a lot of explaining to do.
<br>
“Don’t get mad at George, ” said Bill. “It was as much my
idea as his. I didn’t want Jane’s birthday to pass without
a celebration, but I couldn’t let it happen without me,
either. George and I conspired a little and we decided he
could rig some microphones and web cams so I could be there,
so to speak. And it looked to me like you all had a good time.
So, did you have a happy birthday Jane?”
<br>
Oh, so this never would have happened without…and that
‘enjoy the show’ comment wasn’t just for me, was it?
<br>
“As if you didn’t know already!” said Jane, smiling.
<br>
She’s certainly happy. And me? Well, no one ever died of
embarrassment, so I guess I’ll live.
<br>
“How about you, honey?” she asked.
<br>
“Well, let’s just say I needed some tissues, ” Bill replied,
barely audible.
<br>
Good. Someone else’s turn to be embarrassed.
<br>
“But next time, I ain’t watchin’”
<br>
*Author’s Note:
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Fixing to have a birthday.....sure would be nice......

8/13/2005