Wednesday, May 22, 2013

A Gentleman's Agreement

Author's note - DeepThought69 and I were talking about writing mojo (please see last week's blog). We thought it would be fun if we came up with the same concept and characters and each set about writing our story's based upon this. The concept is: three characters Ian, Michael and Catherine have a threesome. There is bondage/restraint, objectification, wax play. And that was it. Both stories are very different and I hope you enjoy them, we certainly loved writing around the same framework.

Michael was waiting for the front door to open after he
knocked, the night was cool and he could see his breath hanging in the air. The
first chilly night of the season. He was feeling anxious and his palms were
slightly clammy. Unconsciously he wiped them on his trousers, swapping the
bottle of malt whiskey from one hand to the other. Standing as erect as his six
foot frame would allow he took some deep calming breaths.

"Hello sir," grinned Ian as he opened his house to
his new acquaintance.

"Well hello sir to you," Michael replied smiling
and nodding his head formally.

"Do come in." Ian stepped backwards allowing
Michael entrance. "Is that for me? Oooh 12 year old single malt. Thank you
very much. We will enjoy this and it will look lovely on my table. Come through
and let me show you it, it is very beautiful. Unique you might say."

Michael was shown through to the living room where Catherine
was tethered by her wrists and ankles to the coffee table. Her skin was
glistening in the candle light. She was beautiful and naked. However, Michael
noticed something was wrong about the scene he was witnessing. It was not that
a naked woman was tied to a table or that there was candles, but there was some
incongruity that he struggled to place. Then it clicked into perspective. There
were lit tea lights, six in total, on Catherine's back but the silver foil had
been removed so that any slight movement would cause hot wax to cascade over
her.

Rather than looking tense Catherine had a serene look on her
face. She did not flinch as he had entered the room, nor did she move as Ian
placed two glasses of whiskey with ice on her skin.

"Did I not say that it was a beautiful table. Look she
is motionless and calm. A visual delight." Ian stated with an essence of
pride in his voice.

Michael, murmured and nodded in agreement. He could feel his
cock stirring and growing full. He moved further into the room, never taking
his eyes off Catherine. It had been all her idea. She wanted someone else to
come and use her. As a couple, they had obviously spent a lot of time talking
over this before approaching him. He had known them for about three years and they
knew that he was very sexually open and mature enough to be able to cope with
the scenario he saw unfolding in front of him. There would be minimal emotional
baggage from all parties, he was as close to a unicorn* as could be.

As he moved further into the room to retrieve his drink he
noticed that a glass butt plug was just visible sticking out her arse. Michael loved
anal sex, it was the thing that he desired the most during every sexual
encounter. Nothing turned him on more than a fine bottom and Catherine had a
fine one; not too toned, certainly not flabby but with that delicious jelly
wobble to it.

"Cheers," Michael said, raising his glass to his
lips.

"Mmmm there is nothing more warming and delicious than
a good malt." Ian drained his glass and swirled the ice cubes around in it
whilst he looked ponderingly from it to Catherine. "I see that we are both
enjoying the view," he commented making a nodding gesture towards
Michael's bulge. "Time to start in earnest, don't you think?"

Michael looked at Ian and could only sense gentleman
cordiality, if it were not for his growing erection they could be talking about
a game of cricket rather than fucking his wife. Looking down at Catherine's
bound form, the tea lights flickered as she breathed in and out; he felt that
it was unusual how long the lights lasted without the wax melting or burning
her but each candle had now got a well formed pool of liquid wax in it. She
still had that wonderful look of tranquillity, one he almost did not want to
disturb. It was like looking down at a sleeping doe, any noise would rouse it
from its' slumber so best keep quiet.

Ian had different plans. Picking up one of the lights he
raised it about six inches above her back and slowly poured. Catherine let out
a long whimper of pain as the wax lava splashed across her skin.

"I would be careful my dear or you will upset the other
lights and burn yourself. That would be.....terrible." There was a
distinctive sadistic tone in Ian's voice, commanding and cool.

Her flesh shivered as the wax cooled. Ian nodded to him to
join in, Michael picked up a candle and started pouring too. The sense of power
and pleasure grew within him. He watched as she moaned and quivered trying
desperately to keep still but her muscles tensing in anticipation. Observing
her delicious trepidation that was either real or imagined made him smile and
feel aroused. Tilting his head he could see the start of the tell tale shimmer
between her legs, her ankles bound and thighs trembling. She was irresistible.
The musky scent of her arousal reached up to him and called to his core.
Picking up a fresh light he knelt down next to her hips and watched her
internal struggle to keep still as he poured over her plump rear. He dripped
them one by one over her back and arse until they were all spent.

At the same time as Michael was savouring his wife's sexual
perfume, Ian fished an ice cube out of his glass and ran it over her neck. A
noise somewhere between a squeak and a squeal made a hurried departure from her
mouth. Both men looked up and caught each other's eye, grinning they hurriedly
took their clothes off, scrambling to be the first one to touch her.

Their approach was very different. Michael took the
opportunity to bury his head in between her legs and lick her slick sex like a
man possessed. He could tell that Catherine was close to coming. Her lips were
swollen and rouged, her clit hard against his tongue. He incessantly licked her
nub forcing it between his tongue and his teeth, hungrily munching away with
her moans singing in his ears.

Ian, on the other hand, got out a knife and put it to her throat
whilst gripping her hair, forcing her head back. "Look at me with those
pretty frightened eyes," he hissed. Running the blade over her cheeks he
moved it in increments along her body until he neared the pools of hardened
wax. There was a surprising firmness about the way he moved it over her
body. A pale red trail highlighted where it had been and only a callous glint
in his eye to suggest where it may go to.

In the middle was Catherine, wet with the ministrations that
she was receiving from Michael and deliciously terrified from Ian's energetic
maliciousness. "I want to cum Sir," she screamed. "Please may I
cum?"

Silenced by a look from Ian, he whispered, "Not
yet."

Whimpering and trembling she shook against her bindings. It
was cruel that just at that point Michael started to pump the butt plug with
his thumb whilst fingering her. Unable to control his lust he pulled on the
plug until it was free of her and then dove in, spreading her cheeks to allow
him access to her gaping hole. The smell of her sex and the sight before his
eyes, mixed with the soft flesh of her arse was intoxicating. Leaning forward
he started licking and rimming her in earnest. Savouring her unique flavour and
the tactile sensations of her on his tongue.

A sharp scream interrupted Michael's train of thought.
Looking up he saw Ian scraping and rasping the blade up and down Catherine's back. Some movements were only
shaving the wax off her back, some were grazing her skin, whilst others were
beading tiny droplets of blood blossoming and then almost immediately
crystallising to form back rubies. Her breath was sharp and heavy as she
struggled to cope with the differing uses of her body. Michael felt that it was
a good idea that there was a table underneath her to support her.

Ian grabbed her hair once more and twisted it around his
hand. Yanking her head back and twisting it so that she was looking up to him
open mouthed. Without saying a word he fed her his cock into her helpless
orifice, down confidently until it hit the back of her throat. Michael watched
as he pulled back only to trust in once more, already slamming into the back of
her throat causing her to choke and cough.

Seizing his opportunity Michael rolled on a condom he fished
from his trouser pocket, doused his cock in the lube and aimed at her arse
hole. Spreading her cheeks wide he pushed forwards, allowing his cock to sink
in increments into her arse. Pausing to allow her to accommodate him, he
reflected that no matter how gaping holes were they were always that little bit
tighter than his dick. This gave him a loving snug sensation around his penis
which sent judders of delight through him.

Unable to make much more than a guttural chocking sound Catherine was just able to make enough resonanace to indicate that she was
loving every filthy minute of this. She was adoring being used, her face being
brutalised by her husband and his cock in her arse. Feeling brave he smacked
her causing flakes of wax to cascade and dance away from her pinned form.
Enjoying the whimpers and the moans he smacked her again as he thrust. The
sound and the sensation causing his mind to empty of all thought other than the
pleasure of using her. It made him feel powerful at mastering her and her
submission added to the authority and dominance he was experiencing. He thrust
further and soon found a rhythm with Ian, as Ian forced himself into her mouth
it pushed her whole body weight against his dick allowing the softness of her
rear to squish against his groin. As he fucked her arse it pushed her onto Ian
causing her to gag and choke. The tears were rolling down her face and mingling
with the trails of saliva and snot. The three of them were joined in a blissful
union.

Michael felt the tightness in his balls, and that familiar
ache in his groin as he knew he would cum soon. The pleasure and anticipation
that had been building in the weeks of negotiations, phone calls, texts,
emails; stimulating his mind, his imagination and letting his lust build. His
nerves as he prepared for tonight, shaving his face, soaping then moisturising
his body. The gentleman's greeting as he arrived, followed by the visual
delight when he entered the room. The sensory filled experience with the
whiskey, ice, wax, the warmth and wetness of Catherine, Ian's hard and hairy
body. All of this culminated in the impending release; concentrated, focussed,
intense. His orgasm was going to be intense, extreme, possibly he could
describe it as severe in the way that it would brutally be released from him as
he emptied into her. Imminent, pending but ultimately inevitable, he came as he
thrust into her for the final time.

Weak and wobbly from his orgasm, he collapsed as he
withdrew, his chest heaving. His thoughts scattered and ecstatic. He stayed in
this haze and reverie until the coolness of the room pervaded his sweat and chilled
his skin. As he pulled his condom off and wrapped it in a tissue from the
packet on the floor, he sank back, propped up by the sofa, and watched the
scene carry on without him.

Ian's face was contorted with the effort of not orgasming,
pulled out of her face and sauntered round behind her. Eyeing up her luscious
cunt he thrust without aiming, balls deep. Michael watched Catherine cry out,
arching her back and trying to break free from the ropes around her wrists due
to the force she in which she was being taken and used.

"Please, please may I cum," she begged, sobbing at
the restraint she had to exercise over her tattered self control.

"Cum my beautiful," he panted as he thrust
vigorously into her sex.

Throwing back her head she howled, a wild canine sound that
came from her core. It was a release of everything that had built within her.
Hopes, dreams; realised. Fears, doubts; evaporated. An angelic orgasm, one she
knew that she may never experience again. All encompassing, transcending her
to a rapturous state. her head
blissfully empty of thought, flying in that subspace state. Ecstasy on Earth.

As Catherine shook and juddered, riding the orgasm that
cleved from her body, Ian thrust deeply his whole body stiffening as he sprayed
his seed deep within her, the veins and tendons straining at his neck.

Flopping over her back akin to a sweat soaked towel Michael
observed as they both struggled to catch their breath. Catherine had a
delicious vacant look on her face, whilst Ian fumbled with the ropes at her
wrists whilst still conjoined. Scrabbling to help out, Michael scooted over and
untied her ankles.

Brushing against Ian's legs he looked up at him. Ian looked
sweaty and spent but there was now a connection between them. They had shared
his wife. He knew that there would be an emotional lag between them all. There
is no thing as a unicorn. Without knowing why he leaned forward and kissed him.
Ian's mouth was harder than anything he had kissed before, he had never kissed
a man. The musky scent, slight stubble, thin lips. It was strangely tender and
delicate as they tentatively caressed each other's lips.

Michael leaned back as the kiss came to a natural end. Ian
pulled out of Catherine and they rolled her off the coffee table. As Michael
held her, Ian reached over for the throw and wrapped it around her.

"You are a good girl," he murmured into her ear.
"Thank you for this evening. You are a good girl for satisfying your Sir
and Michael." He stroked her hair and kissed her softly whilst laying her
back into Michael's arms.

They stayed there, three of them wrapped around each other.
Exchanging kisses and hugs, stroking and being tender. It may have started out
as a gentleman's agreement but it now looked as though it could be so much
more.

*Unicorn - Colloquial;
Synonym forhot
bi babe (HBB), often derogatory, condescending,
or ironic. A bisexual person, usually though not always female, who is willing
to join an existing couple, often with the presumption that this person will
date and become sexually involved with both members of that couple, and not
demand anything or do anything which might cause problems or inconvenience to
that couple. - source, Urban Dictionary

I thoroughly enjoyed both parts of this challenge, writing mine and reading yours. It's amazing how different they are from the same basic premise and that is the joy of writing (and reading), no two stories are ever the same.