Erotic Stories - Night Out 2

Night Out 2

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J moved away from the wall into the firelight and felt the warmth of the flames against her bare thighs. She had been waiting in the room just has she had been instructed and while she had been waiting she had been going over the events of the day and the contemplating the delicious pleasure and torment that she hoped would happen very soon.

She could feel the tight leather bra and her thong panties pressing against tender skin especially between the cheeks of her bottom. In her aroused state she wondered what it would feel like to be bent over the back of the Chesterfield, her short leather skirt riding high and the cheeks of her bare ass exposed to the world for all to see. She knew that her husband had invited a male friend over for the evening and as it was his birthday she knew that she would be expected to obey and indulge him in whatever tantalizing games that he might want to use her for.

The thought of being bent over the chesterfield flashed through her mind again but this time she imagined the sting of a hand landing on her rump, the sound, the warm sensation and the secret thrill of being humiliated in this way. The though lingered in her mind and she knew that she was becoming wet. Where were they? Didn’t they know that she was waiting?

She was relieved when she heard the front door open and the sound of voices in the hall. Now the fun would begin, how long would they make her wait? Earlier she had been nervous and full of doubt about the evening but now her arousal was taking over and she was sure that she wanted to the object of their pleasure.

Her husband entered the room and looked her up and down and nodded his approval to her dress and makeup. They made polite conversation about this and that and then he asked her to meet him upstairs. She entered the bedroom and stood waiting, ready to do his bidding. He produced a package and told her that he had bought a new toy that she was to wear to the restaurant this evening. She positioned the head of the massager between her panties and her clitoris and clipped the matchbox sized control unit into her the waistband of her panties.

She followed down the stairs and into the room where they had made her wait. She listened in embarrassed silence as her husband explained exactly what she was wearing and how at the press of one of the buttons on the tiny remote control he could stimulate J’s pussy to deliver anything from a slight tingle to intense waves of pleasure. He looked into her eyes and told J that she was under their control and that the timing, duration and intensity of her pleasure was theirs to grant or deny.

Half an hour later they arrived at the restaurant. The ride in the car had been eventful. The men were chatting normally and then she felt it – a slight tingling from her pussy, just enough to feel, pulsing on and off – the bastard was teasing her. She wondered how long the torment was to go on and just how she would react. She knew that this was turning her on, here in the back of the car in the dark, but in the restaurant in full view of other diners, what then? She wondered if he was increasing the level or if she was becoming more sensitive as her pussy was swelling and her clit was pressing harder against the massage head.

Sat at the table, thankfully he had stopped teasing her as she made the selection from the menu. The waiter was about 20, handsome and well built. What would he say if he knew what was happening to her. God she was wet and horny and still several hours to go before her pussy would be satisfied, filled making her cry out with pleasure.

Ladies first, she was about to dictate her order when there was a burst of stimulation from her pussy. He was using a higher setting and the wave of pleasure that was injected into her clitoris spread throughout her body, she stopped speaking, grasping the edge of the table for support. Observers would have been forgiven for thinking that this attractive woman was about to feint or suffering from some ailment. But her problem was pleasure, not pain, or nausea but sheer pleasure. The waiter asked if she was OK, she breathed “yes, just give me a moment, I’ll be OK”. Thankfully the stimulation stopped. J looked at her companions they were expressionless except for the mischievous glint in their eyes.

The evening was memorable, the delicious torment, the mixture of emotions, the embarrassment, the excitement and her arousal all mixing together in swirl, heightening her senses and making a cocktail more powerful than any drug.

Now they were back in the room where the evening had begun. J was lying on the sofa carefully arranging herself so that they could see glimpses of her thighs and panties. Now she would tease them and see how long they could resist her.

Who would give in first?

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