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"About this weekend, Cal..."
I rolled on my side to face her, resting my hand on her hip. "Yes, love?"
"Saturday is Jessie's birthday."
"Oh, great, we should take her out to -" Her smile registered. It wasn't a cheerful or humorous smile. It was a very devilish smile.
"We're not taking her anywhere. She will be Mistress for us both. 48 hours, starting at noon Friday."
"I don't know...." Her hand gripped my soft cock, gave a squeeze.
"You've been living a pervert's wet dream for months. Don't be selfish."
"I guess. But no butt stuff."
"She agreed to that already, but I'll make sure to remind her. So no sex after Wednesday midnight. You'll need your strength."
"Yes, dear."
****
Tams was dressed like a mannequin in a porn shop - open cup bra holding up her magnificent tits, garter belt holding up fishnet stockings, and restraints on her neck, wrists, knees, and ankles holding her open and available. She also had a ball gag in her mouth, with a quick-release to allow instant access to her oral skills. All ready for her husband to ravish.
However, her husband, yours truly, was also bound and gagged, kneeling on the floor facing the bench. With my wrists tied to my ankles, I was basically immobile, though I could probably squirm across the floor if I really needed to. Jessie stood at the end of the bench, looking down at Tams with a smile.
"Oh, one last thing." She pulled blindfolds from her bag, tied one carefully on Tams, and did the same to me. This was a little more extreme than I expected, but nothing I hadn't done to her before. A minute later she covered my ears with headphones, and I was completely deaf to the world. Or was I? It was crooked and not quite covering my right ear, I could hear her moving around the room. There was a little rustling sound, she took a step close to the bench..
Crack! I heard a faint wail from Tams, almost completely muffled by the ball gag. Crack! Crack! Jessie laughed cheerfully, then ... Jesus Christ! That STUNG. She was using the quirt, and had slashed it across my chest right above my nipples. I jerked when the quirt hit my thigh, far to close to my groin for comfort. Then...Crack! Tams made a muffled noise, almost a whimper.
Jessie's footsteps moved away, I tried to relax for a bit. I heard the front door open, then close again, then Jessie's footsteps. Why did I hear more than one set of steps...?
"So, you like what you see? They can't hear a thing, she'll think you're her husband. You're about the same size, and this - " Crack! Tams wailed... " - will keep her from paying too much attention. Now go ahead, feel her up a little. Too gentle, Cal is more demanding. Yeah, like that. Aren't these the greatest tits? Maybe you can tit fuck her later, for now.."
I was frozen. I could throw my head back, get the headphones and maybe the blindfold off, but then what? Jessie would know I knew ... and I would have to tell Tams. Tell her that Jessie shared her with another man. She would be crushed. We couldn't even say we hadn't given permission, we had told Jessie she could do anything she wanted. We just didn't expect her to want this....
I stayed silent, motionless. I heard the soft suckling sounds of mouths on Tam's breasts, the sighs as Tams responded to the stimulation...
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