Dean looked like a rabbit caught in the head lights. The way he reached down to rearrange the front of his trousers told me he liked what he saw.
"These ropes are very tight!" Jane drawled. "would someone like to come and untie me?"
Dean crossed the room and went to reach for the knots in the ropes. Fumbling with the cord, Jane turned her head to take in his aftershave.
"What's that scent?" Jane asked.
"Paco Rabanne" Dean answered, his voice cracking slightly before clearing his throat.
His fingers dropped from the knots and he ran one fingertip along the lace at the top of Jane's basque, his other hand falling even further to follow the line of the small of her back.
Watching intently, my cock growing hard, Dean positioned himself behind my wife as he took her all in, this woman whose pictures and videos he had been masturbating over for the past three months was finally in front of him, in the flesh, restrained for his pleasure and he could do exactly whatever he wanted to do with her in that moment.
"Do me a favour Dean," Jane said, breaking the silence, "untie my blindfold for me."
Dean did as he was asked and Jane peered over shoulder, pausing before speaking.
"I would have recognised you more easily with your cock out, that's how we're used to seeing you" Jane quipped.
Smiling, I reached inside my trousers and pulled my cock out and pulled back and forth on the foreskin as I watched my wife begin her game with our guest as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped his jogging pants and boxers.
"That's the cock in all the pictures. I recognise you now..." Jane said, her tone hardly changing but becoming quieter, making him listen more intently.
Jane turned her head away to face away from him as her instructions continued.
"Play with it." she said, her voice almost a whisper. "Get it hard for me."
Dean looked around to see me nod my approval as I dropped my own trousers and began to pump my cock slightly harder in my fist.
Dean's hand found the perfect curve of Jane's arse as his cock grew to full length in his other hand. Jane's back arched as she offered her arse for his enjoyment.
Dean's soft strokes and gliding hand became probing fingers as his fist begand to quicken on his thickening cock.
Taking advantage of the fact Jane was still tied with the red ropes and couldn't reach or move to stop him, Dean hooked Janes panties to one side as he slid his index finger between her arse cheeks.
"What do you think you're doing..." Jane asked, her tone insistent.
Dean's fingers darted away from my wife's arse.
"Did you ask to touch me there?" Jane asked. Her voice, quiet again but still as firm.
Dean glanced across to me, to make sure he hadn't crossed a boundary.
I nodded, still slowly masturbating at the sight before me enjoying the tension in the moment as much as my cock.
"I am waiting..." Jane hissed quietly.
"Can I..." Dean paused, before continuing, "can I touch your pussy please?"
Jane looked around at Dean, at how hard his cock was and then at his expression before turning to me, standing there, cock in hand and waiting for her to speak.
"Looks like our guest is getting to handsy. We can't have that. Tie his hand behind his back for me."
Dean's face lit up when he saw me approach with a short length of play-rope.
"I won't have our guests thinking they have the right to slide their fingers in my cunt without permission. See to it yourself while Dean watches."
To be continued...
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