Chapter 8
After our frank talk the night of the peep show, it was very easy to become friends with Mike and Betty.
The four of us had laid it all on the line. We didn't hide anything from each other and found out that we had a lot in common.
Neither Mike nor Betty were adverse to laying on the strap, hut neither wanted to be the recipient and had had several arguments over the two years of their marriage. They eagerly volunteered to beat the shit out of me, even with the knowledge that Mike could never touch me. My insistence on marital faithfulness didn't cause any problems either.
Consulting our schedules, it was two weeks before we could get together.
We exchanged telephone numbers then headed our separate ways after stating our various fantasies.
The next morning in the bright light of day, it seemed unreal what had happened the night before. My body gave ample evidence that it had happened, but it was still hard to believe.
Stephen and I had several discussions over the two week interval about what had transpired and even more so over what had been said at the cafe afterwards.
It was hard to believe that we were going to participate in a modified swing. We would watch and be watched by Mike and Betty, no swapping of spouses. It was easier to believe that my body would accommodate three attackers, but even that seemed unreal in the light of day even after the night before.
But it was all planned. Well, to some extent it was. All any of us had to do was call the others to cancel. None of us did and they arrived on schedule.
Jason was packed off to grandma's. The lights were dimmed. The VCR was ready to play any of the five tapes we had rented. Coffee was perking away in the kitchen and wine was being chilled in the fridge.
At precisely eight o'clock the doorbell rang.
I couldn't help it, I jumped. Stephen gave me an understanding smile and answered the door.
"Hi Stephen, everything set?"
"Your directions were perfect. How's Bev?"
"Come on in and see for yourself."
Then they were standing in the doorway of the living room. Somehow I got enough strength in my legs to greet them.
"Betty, Mike, can I offer you a drink or something?"
"I'll take a soda."
"Mike?"
"Got a beer?"
"Sure. Be right back."
By the time I returned to the living room they were all seated and the picture on the TV screen was frozen in a spot that showed a woman being pulled into a torture room.
"Here let me give you a hand, Bev." Betty took the drinks from me and distributed them to Mike and Stephen as I more or less crashed onto the sofa next to Stephen.
"They were eager to start. You don't object do you?"
"N... no. It just seemed sort of sudden is all. I wasn't expecting things to go so fast."
"There is no rush, Bev. Take your time. We can stop at any time. Just lean back here and enjoy the movie."
Stephen pushed a button and the movie unfroze as the four of us sat back to watch.
With arms around spouses we watched the woman being drug into the torture room. It was quit a setup. There were all kinds of dastardly implements in evidence: whips, canes, crops, gags, harness hung from the walls, dildos in assorted sizes, shapes and colors and too many other things to take in at a glance.
The woman was very scantily dressed in a sheer nightgown of deep blue. She gave only a token of resistance to the man in leather pants and boots as he pulled her over to a wooden beam and began to fasten her wrists to it with padded cuffs.
I was heating up fast.
Little time passed before the man raised the beam with her attached. When she was on tiptoes he stopped the ascent and walked away to get a knife. Using the knife he proceeded to cut away her nightgown with a slow threatening procedure that sent chills up and down my arms.
I cuddled into Stephen's warmth as his hand dropped to my heaving left breast. While at the other end of the couch Mike and Betty were groping for handholds too.
When the man began to whip the gal with a slender switch Stephen gave my nipple ring a health jerk as I pressed more tit into his hand. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike's hand disappear inside of Betty's top and as it wiggled around so did she.
Using his right hand Stephen unbuttoned my top and soon both hands were working away at my nipple rings and horny tits. Mike had made similar progress with Betty.
Twenty-two. I counted them. Twenty-two times the man whipped the woman before she gave her first scream.
I was definitely getting hot. Both by the movie and by Stephen and peaking at Mike and Betty. It was like watching a movie within a movie. One on the TV the other at the other end of the couch.
Very stimulating. Especially so when Stephen clipped the serrated nipple clip onto my nipples and gave the connecting chain a solid jerk.
"Mmmuuum... "
"Like that don't you Bev? You like your tits pulled and the clips cutting into them?"
"Yyyesss." What else could I say? I did like it. More than like it, I craved it. Both the attention and the pain inflicted.
Two blouses were lying on the floor as the man in the movie changed weapons and came at the woman with a very stiff riding crop that really sank into her and raised red welts on her tits, ass and back.
Then before I knew what had happened, Stephen grabbed me, flipped me around and I landed ass up on across his lap. My skirt was flipped up my back and before I could protest if I wanted to, his hand was landing on my eager posterior.
"Yyyessss spankkk my asss goood."
Betty was nude, I don't know how or when that happened, and Mike's mouth was plastered to her nipple. I could literally hear him sucking away and just knew he was forming a damned hicky.
"Suck herr titt goood. Spank mmmyyy assss."
Both men did, as in the movie the man was shoving his cock up the woman's willing cunt from behind as his hands worked her tits back and forth across her heaving chest.
By then my ass was rosy red and beginning to ache. I wanted more and wasn't adverse in stating so.
"Hhittt me harrdder... beat mmyy assss."
At my words Mike and Betty disengaged from each other and came toward me. In an instant my wrists were cuffed in the handcuffs and Mike was pulling my arms across the couch as Betty knelt beside me and added her hand to my ass.
"Yyyessss... ssppank me spank me harder. Make it hurttt."
I felt Stephen spread his legs further apart which caused mine to spread apart and Betty took advantage. Her hand was knuckles deep up my cunt in no time. And boy, did she ever find the right spots to touch.
"Mike. Open the bag at the end of the couch and see if you can't find something interesting."
Stephen's words course right through me. I knew what that bag contained. Our personal collection of sexual aides'.
I heard the zipper open.
"You're quit right, Stephen. I do find something very interesting in here. How about a paddle, Bev?"
"Yyyessss paddle meee... spankkk me."
And they did. The three of them alternated blows to my ass as Betty kept her talented hand working away in my dripping cunt. I was getting there. No doubt about it. I was horny and about to explode.
Hand, paddle, hand, hand, paddle. They alternated on my willing hot ass. Betty found the magic spot and I screamed out for all to hear that I was coming.
I don't think they needed me to vocalize it. It was obvious. My whole body tensed then shook as I washed Betty's hand and they kept the blows coming my way.
My first release seemed to be a signal of some sorts and the four of us were quickly rearranged.
Stephen more or less dumped me on the couch face down and filled my hot cunty they next instance as Mike and Betty claimed the floor for their own enjoyment. As on screen the man was now tying the woman across a sawhorse backwards.
As Stephen claimed my cunt the man on the TV began to lick away at the woman's cunt that was facing the ceiling. She didn't object in the least and neither did Betty and I as our husbands brought us to completion.
As the four of us collected our ragged breath the couple on the TV were still going at it. He attached some sort of toothed ring to her tits, cutting into her full tits as he slide it to her chest wall then fastened it around her to hold it in place. Taking up a set of self-piercing rings he approached her spread cunt and as the camera zoomed in we watched as he pierced her cunt lips with the rings.
I couldn't control myself. "Yesss that's what I want done tonight. Pierce my cunt lips and my clit with the rings. I've waited two weeks for it to happen."
"You sure Bev?" Brushing some hair away from my eyes Stephen looked concerned.
"I'm positive. I want it. Tonight. Now. With Mike and Betty helping you. Please Stephen."
"OK. But we'll have to tie you up. There is no way you can hold still for that."
"Yes tie me up. Pierce me. Make my body sing with the pain."
And they did. It took a while to tie me to some pot hangers in the living room. My arms were raised way up. I was standing on tiptoe as Stephen and Betty used a mop handle to tie my legs apart like a spreader bar.
When they were finished, I wasn't going anywhere. I couldn't even turn around with the handle holding my legs like that.
I was going to get my cunt lips pierce. But first Mike popped the tape out and slid a new one in. As the first one hummed away in the rewinder the second came on.
The opening shot was a woman's cunt. Her bare cunt. Complete with cunt and clit rings like I was going to have shortly. A string was attached to her clit ring. The string was pulling her clit. Pulling and pulling some more until her clit was at least three inches long.
Her scream filled the living room as the string pulled even more. She arched her hips up as much as possible but the string just kept pulling and. pulling her clit until it was an unbelievable four inches long.
I sympathized with her and envied her at the same time. That's what I wanted done to me. Pull my clit. Hang weights from all of my rings after they were installed. Five rings could hold an assortment of items. All beautifully painful for the owner.
As Stephen and Betty each knelt in front of me Mike took up a bundle of switches and tormented my eager tits.
"Yyesss beat my ttits while they pierce meee."
I felt both lips being pulled down as on screen a hand appeared at the end of the string. It was a woman's hand, complete with nail polish and rings. The woman bent forward. Her tongue touched the string and she followed it to End. Her tongue curled around the stretched clit. And...
I screamed as both self-piercing rings popped through my cunt lips at the same time. Mike peppered my breasts with the switches. And I shamefully came.
My hips snapped forward into the pain, in esthetic pleasure, in unadulterated lust. And as I kept my pain filled crotch forward I felt Betty's small finger circle my clit. She pressed the tiny hood into my pubic bone and two tiny spots of cold pressed into the sides of my clit.
I was about to get my clit pierced.
The self-piercing needle popped through one side, slithered through the center and popped out the other. My clit was pierced and I came again.
Looking down I saw my new gold prize twitch up and down as my clit did. The gold shimmered in the light. I love it. The pain was only temporary but the future uses were almost unlimited.
"Fuckkk meee... Stephennnn fuckkk meee."
I was totally self-centered.
Stephen fucked my ass. Betty licked and slurped away at my newly pierced cunt and clit as Mike whipped my tits with the switches.
I came. Oh God did I ever come with the triple stimulations.
When they finally pulled away from me, all I could think about was the night was still young.