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Butterfly

I pulled into the driveway of my one-story cottage, smiling to myself as I thought about the toys I’d just purchased for Husband and I to use later tonight. My excitement grew as I imagined using the weighted nipple clamps, to feel their delicious pull with every breath. Just thinking about it had me getting a little wet.

Gathering my bags, I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw a car parked out front, but don’t really think anything of it. It was a busy street for visitors, and I figured that they were probably friends of my neighbors. As I reached for the door handle, my phone buzzed with a text message.

Husband <3:Did you wear the lingerie I picked out this morning? The red one with the buckles?

Me:Yes, Husband.

Husband <3:Good girl. Make sure you show it to your friends ;) Have fun xx

Friends? Not likely. Most of my girlfriends would have a heart attack if they knew about the things we got up to in the bedroom. They all thought that I was as vanilla as tea and biscuits on a Sunday morning.

Wondering what Husband meant, I got out of the car. That’s when I heard the music coming from my house. I glanced back at the car parked at the top of the driveway and then back at the house. It suddenly clicked. Husband had sent someone here to play with me.

A wave of excitement and nerves washed over me. My heart rate sped up and my pussy began to throb, wetness pooling in my panties at the idea. Who did he send? Have I played with them before? Is there one? Two? Wait. He’d said friends, plural, hadn’t he? I quickly pulled out my phone and checked the message again. Yes! Friends, more than one. Oh my God. My nipples tightened as my breasts swelled from arousal, rubbing against the fabric of my lingerie, making my breath hitch.

Did this mean I was going to play without him? We hadn’t done that before. Was it someone we had already played with? Would they give him all the details? Only one way to find out. I rushed up to the front door eager to get it open and be inside. Juggling my bags, I slid the key into the lock. Just before I swung it open, I took a deep breath and savored the feeling of not knowing what I was about to walk into, or who I would be playing with. And how excited that made me.

I turned the handle and walked through the door. Stepping into the hallway, I saw Mason and Eva sitting on my cream, suede lounge in the living room to my left, the T.V. on a music channel. My eyes widened in surprise. There was a slightlyawkward pause as I realized I didn’t know how to move forward. I didn’t expect it to be them.

Mason was one of my husband’s golf buddies. We’d had dinner at their place. We played couples’ board games with them! They didn’t know anything about our sex lives. Which left me questioning: Did they know why they were here? What I wanted them to do to me? I was just about to say something, anything to break the tension, when Eva raised one delicate eyebrow.

“Your husband said you had something to show us.”

I nodded my head, instantly dropping my gaze toward the ground, still feeling slightly awkward but not wanting to disappoint Husband. Apparently I hesitated a second too long. Eva stood and gestured for me to walk further into the room. I made it about halfway before she started towards me with her wavy, blonde hair flowing past her shoulders. I came to a stop as she edged behind me. The warmth of her hands as she placed them on my upper arms sent a shiver down my spine as she slid them down until she held the handles of my shopping bags. Bags that were full of sex toys. I blushed and closed my eyes, realizing she had probably seen what I had purchased; in a bid to stop her from taking them, I clenched my hands around the handles.

“Let go,” she whispered into my ear; her breath made my skin curl in the spot between my neck and my shoulder.

Husband calls it my Love Bite because it’s the place he loves to bite that makes me want more. It took me a moment, but my excitement to continue with this scene overrode my embarrassment, and I released my grip on my bags. My eyes snapped open as a thought occurred to me. Will she use my new toys on me today? The idea of Eva sucking on my nipples after removing my new clamps had me clenching my thighs together. My lace thong become wetter, as I silently thanked Husband for picking out my sexiest lingerie. He always looked after me.

Eva placed my bags on the floor near the wall, out of the way. Then ever so slowly, she brushed my hair over my left shoulder and unzipped my blush rose dress. The cool air caressed the skin between my shoulder blades as the zipper moved down my back. Standing there with my eyes averted downward, I could sense Eva eyeing Mason over my shoulder as he watched her slowly undress me. I’m a submissive and an exhibitionist. This scene is my fantasy, and Husband knows that. He knows me. He knows that at this moment my breathing will become fast. My breasts will grow heavy with need. My pussy will drip with arousal, and I will fall into a space of obedient pleasure.

And fall I did.

As she pushed the dress off my shoulders, she pressed her mouth against my neck. Kissing. Sucking. Biting. I dragged in a breath, feeling myself growing warm everywhere. The tiny hairs on the backs of my arms stood on end as a shiver ran through my body. Her hot mouth worked my Love Bite into a frenzy; the need to lean back into her and hold onto her nearly overwhelmed me. My dress fell to the ground, leaving me in nothing but my red silk bra with buckles wrapping around my ribcage, red lace panties, and black stilettos.

She placed one hand on my hip to hold me in place facing Mason, as she used the other to turn my head to the right, kissing me. Applying pressure on my chin, she forced my mouth to open while squeezing my hip with the other hand. I moaned, opening my mouth to her willingly. The kiss deepened, our tongues sliding along one another, lips pressing together, her taking from me and me giving to her.

I wanted so badly to feel Eva flush against me, but I didn’t dare move. And I especially didn’t want to stop the show for Mason. Each direction pulled at me. Stay as I was, letting Eva have me exactly how she wanted me. Or turn to face her so that our breasts, bodies, and thighs could press and rub against eachother; giving Mason a show that he wouldn’t forget. I decided to stay as I was, hoping to please both Mason and Eva together. I wanted Eva to feel me submit to her. I wanted Mason to see me submit to her. To see her kissing me. To see me wanting his wife to dominate me.

Eva slid her hand from my hip, along my waist, and then flattened it out on my stomach. Pulling, she made me lean my back against her chest. The hand grasping my chin skimmed down the column of my throat, closing tightly for just a second, making my heart beat hard, before continuing to the silky edges of my bra.

She hooked her ring finger under the edge of my bra strap, slowly moved her hand down my chest, and slid her hand inside of my bra, palming my breast. Her fingers just grazed the underside enough to lift me from the cup. Squeezing and massaging, she kissed me harder, causing the heat in my core to flare out through my pelvis. An overpowering need to feel my hands washed over me. My hands found her thighs and squeezed, finger tips pressing into her flesh. My hold on her helped to keep me upright, instead of melting into a puddle of delicious pleasure at her feet as she took control of my body.

Eva pulled away from our kiss and leaned in close to my ear. “Go show Mason your lingerie,” she whispered then gave me a little push forward.

I gazed at Mason and hesitantly walked towards him. He studied me as I moved closer, his body still. Was he not turned on from his wife stripping and kissing me? Feeling a little lost at his lack of interest, I stopped directly in front of him. Unsure as to what to do next, I darted my gaze back toward Eva, nervous flutters in my stomach threatening to take away my pleasure.

She raised her hand in the air and made a twirling motion. Sucking in a breath, I slowly started to spin around, letting Mason look at me. Letting him see all of me. Just as I turned myback to him, I felt him move. His legs spread so that they were on either side of mine as he leaned forward on the couch. Then his hands gripped my hips; they were warmer than Eva’s.

Mason kissed my lower back just above the dip. The way his tongue slid down my lower back was sinful. I sucked in a breath. His warm breath on my wet flesh was burning me up. Pulling on my hips, he dragged me down to sit on his lap.

He mimicked Eva from earlier, sweeping my hair across my right shoulder.

Kissing.

Sucking.

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