Framed — Roger Tedman

We met up at their house. We usually did. Once a month or so. They are an ordinary middle aged couple, Michelle and Harry, and I am slightly older. We got on well, and our regular three-way romps were something we all looked forward to.

Our evenings always started with a few drinks, and Michelle would serve. This evening she was in an open cup basque, PVC, shiny, red. Her tits were firm and held high, and her nipples dark and large. She wore no panties, but the suspenders on the basque held up sheer black stockings, and my eyes followed her shapely legs down to shiny black stilettos. Around her ankles and wrists were leather cuffs, and she wore a leather neck choker to match.

She set down a tray with three wine glasses, and turned to me. I was wearing a loose shirt, and slacks, almost a copy of Harry’s clothing. I knew the routine, we always followed it. Michelle did the work, and I stood still. She started to undo the shirt buttons, stroking and kissing my chest as she worked down. Harry looked on with interest. When it was undone, she pushed it from me, allowing it to fall to the floor. Then she undid my slacks and pushed them and my underwear to the floor. I stepped out of my clothes and she knelt in front of me, sucking my dick to erection. And all the time, Harry had been behind her, stroking her shoulders, and her rump.

She turned away from me, and did exactly the same to Harry, and I stroked her backside. When she bent to suck his dick, I gently rubbed the tip of mine up and down her arse. I pushed her head down so she’d take more of him in her mouth. He let out a small moan of pleasure.

She let him go and stood up straight, fetched the wine, and we drank slowly, in silence. We finished together and Harry and I took one of her hands each and led her to an open doorway. It had been reinforced, and in the top corners were two strong clips. There were another pair of clips in the bottom corners. We lifted her arms, and attached her wrist cuffs to the clips. We pushed her legs apart and connected her ankles the same way to the bottom corners. She formed a beautiful “X” in the doorway, and her nipples were standing out in anticipation. I fetched the blindfold and ear covers that we kept just for our games, and settled them over her eyes and ears. Now she could neither see nor hear what we were doing, and her breath was already shallow and rapid. Every touch would be a surprise and the tension was already arousing her. I could see that her pussy juices were already making her pubes glisten; she was very wet, and when the time came ¨she would be ready for us.

I stood behind her, and Harry stood in front. Both our dicks were standing out, good and solid, but neither of us touched Michelle. Each of us took a long feather from the toy-box, and I stroked her rump with mine. It was the first contact with anything that Michelle had had in maybe two minutes and she jerked at the light touch with a small groan. Then Harry used his feather to gently caress her nipples. Her jerking became more violent, and her groans became shouts. I got down on my knees and stroked feather-light down her legs to her calves. She tried to pull away, but the cuffs held her firm. I trailed the tip of the feather up the inside of one leg, and under her to gently tickle her pussy lips. Harry’s feather came down and together we stroked her pussy, her thighs and her clit.

She jerked away from every touch, raising herself on tip toe to get away from us, but we were relentless. She was sweating and mewling, twisting, and her fists were clenched. Her juices were running and her thighs were becoming wet. She was almost having an orgasm, and on cue, we both moved away from her. Michelle continued to thrash as much as her bonds would allow for a moment more, before quieting down, her breath deep and ragged.

As soon as she calmed, we moved back. Harry had a vibrator, and he gently touched her clit, and then away. He did it again, and again, and each time Michelle jerked her hips forward, desperately trying to gain stronger contact.

I collected some ice cubes. We had made them especially long, they were poles of ice, so that we could get a good grip on one end, and I gently touched one to her nipple. She jerked back, away from the sudden cold, and would have fallen but from the restraints. I touched the other nipple, and then got a second ice-pole and used them on both nipples together. Michelle started to whimper. Real words now. We ignored her pleas. She was saying “Oh God, I can’t take it. I can’t take it.” but we knew she could. She always had.

Harry picked up an ice-pole, replacing the vibrator, and as he touched it to her clit, she yelled loudly and long. I moved a pole to her anus, and rubbed it up and down over her hole. Harry nodded to me, and I nodded back. We were ready, and he pushed his ice-pole up into Michelle’s pussy whilst I pushed mine into her butt.

She screamed, and jerked. She lifted her knees, opening her legs as wide as the ankle restraints allowed, taking her weight on the wrist cuffs. Her head was rolling, and sweat was running from her as the orgasm racked her. Her skin turned red and all her muscles bunched up, her neck showing cords. Her teeth clenched and bared, and her scream cut off to a deep drawn out groan. We knew under the blindfold her eyes would be squeezed shut.

He dropped our ice, my pole broke, leaving some inside her to melt, and stood back from her. She flopped down, supported by the restraints. My dick was massive, straining, and I looked at Harry’s. It was the same, with a glistening gob of pre-cum at the tip. We were both sweating with the excitement and anticipation.

Michelle lifted her head, and took weight on her feet. Her hair was in total disarray from when she had thrown her head about. She was panting, trying to regain her breath, and slow her racing heartbeat. She also knew what was next, and licked her lips in anticipation. Her legs were trembling slightly.

“Take off the mask?” she asked. “I want to see you.”

We removed her mask and ear covers, and she looked at us. “Shit that was something.” She looked down, and smiled when she saw the size of our dicks.

Harry stood in front of her, and cupped her tits, tweaking her nipples. I was behind with my hands on her hips. Harry bent and ferociously kissed her, pushing her head back, and pushing his tongue into her mouth. I bent my head to her neck and started a love bite. We got closer to her, rubbing our bodies against hers. I dipped my knees, and used one hand to guide my straining dick up into her anus. She pushed back against me, and I slid slowly inside. She still felt a little cold from the ice-pole, and the melted water gave me all the lubrication I needed. I pushed until the entire length of my cock was in her, then I pushed some more, lifting her off her feet slightly.

On the other side, Harry bent his knees and wedged the tip of his dick between her pussy lips. She strained against him, but my dick in her arse held her back. He gently rubbed the head up and down, collecting her juices. He slid up over her clit, and then right down. Up and down, and each time Michelle squealed and tried to get to him.

She was wet, soaking wet, and once more on the verge of an orgasm when Harry stopped, pushed his dick just into her pussy, and kissed her deeply. As she sucked on his mouth, he suddenly thrust up, sinking his dick deep into her as far as it would go. She cried out in pleasure, and pain , and surprise, and we started to pound into her. I could feel Harry’s dick inside her, it seemed to be almost rubbing mine.

Michelle gripped me with her sphincter muscles as her orgasm rapidly approached. I could feel her tightening, and suddenly she tossed back her head and screamed. She gripped me so tight that it almost hurt and I pushed hard into her, and my balls contracted, and my dick jerked as I emptied myself into her. Round the other side, Harry lifted himself up and buried his cock deep in her pussy. I could see him screw his eyes shut and could feel him twitch and shudder, as he spurted his cum into her pussy.

Harry and I wrapped our arms around Michelle and each other as we all climbed down from that peak. We let go and Michelle slumped as I pulled myself out of her arse and Harry slipped out of her pussy. I knelt to undo her ankles, and caught the scent of pussy juice and cum. I looked and saw rivulets of slimy stuff trickling down her thighs. As Harry released her wrists, we caught her before she fell exhausted, and between us carried her to the couch. We all lay there, panting, sweating.

We picked ourselves up, and helped Michelle out of her basque and stockings. They were sweaty and sticky, and almost peeled off her skin. Then the hot tub called and we soaked ourselves to relax.

We got some more wine, and drank a toast – to next month.

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