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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Sandra picked up a platter with a range of nibbles on it with one hand and took hold of my hand with the other. " Open the door dear and lets take this to our Lord and Master" she said in a sarcastic tone. The way she led me back into the living room by the hand sort of showed ownership - I've decided that you are mine tonight.
John was still sat to one side of the settee, I resumed my place in the middle and she her place on the other side. She placed the platter of food on a low table in front of her and me so John would either have to lean over me or I would have to pass him whatever he wanted. I realised that there were no side plates just as Sandra said " Lynda. Why don't you feed John a vol au vent?" I picked one up as daintily as I could trying not to get my finger in it, I failed , she saw. I half turned and leant across, again his hand brushed by breast. To support myself as I was feeding him I had to put my hand on his leg but rather than putting it low down I placed it by his groin. My fingers immediately darted to his crotch, I knew Sandra wouldn't be able to see. He was biting into the vol au vent I was holding to his mouth, as my fingers reached his crotch I could see the surprise and desire in his eyes. But I was surprised too, I expected to find something semi-hard and yielding but what I felt was very hard and rigid. In an instant I understood, she had him caged. Suddenly I noticed movement from the corner of my eye. Glancing up I saw that movement was Sandra's reflection in a mirror on the wall - she had seen what I was up to and realised what I had discovered, she winked into the mirror.
I moved my hand away from his groin and placed it on his shoulder, partly because I was embarrassed being caught out by Sandra and partly as it was more comfortable to support myself. John had finished the vol au vent by now but he had managed to get even more of the filling all over my fingers. Sandra on noticing exclaimed " Oh John you mucky boy, look at poor Lynda's fingers, put them in your mouth and clean them up." He speedily complied taking hold of my wrist and pulling my hand to his mouth, it wasn't a licking but a sucking. I felt the need to show some independence to Sandra so I leant across and placed my mouth next to his ear. As he sucked my hand firstly I blew into his ear and then gently started teasing it with my tongue. To reach him I had to lift my bottom a little off the seat and straight away I felt a hand between my legs. It was cupping me and squeezing very hard, obviously Sandra was not one to challenge.
"Ok, all clean then Lynda?" but it wasn't a question. I murmured yes removing my hand from his mouth, my mouth from his ear and sitting back down. She removed her hand just in time. " Oh we need sideplates" Sandra remarked getting up and walking across to a rather nice Welsh Dresser to fetch them. I noticed there was a mirror there too and the reflection showed right up my skirt and hers too when she sat beside me. I knew that John had been able to see the view since I had arrived. Sandra topped up the wine glasses, this was decision time for me, anymore alcohol and I couldn't drive and would have to stay the night. John leant across me to place an assortment of nibbles on his plate. To no surprise he rested his hand on my knee gripping rather hard.
" You must look at our holiday photos Lynda" Sandra said to my dismay. I mean who wants to look at someone elses holiday photos and this seemed a step back from the way the evening had been progressing. She opened an album and they were ordinary photos, they both looked very good in their swimwear and I did keep looking at his crotch in the pictures to see if there was any tell tale bulge from a cage. I sat there eating my nibbles and saying pleasantries. After a few minutes the photos changed from beach and everyday pics to photos in a club. Initially they showed them fully dressed (and oh did she look good) drinking and dancing but then it was apparent that it was a swingers club which catered for all interests. There were pictures of men, women, trans, group scenes, toys, equipment, canes and they were in some of them. I noticed that she was staring into my eyes watching my reaction as she showed each picture. I twigged then, this was her way of discovering what would appeal to me instead of having one of those embarrassing and stilted conversations. I hoped my eyes told the truth.
She snapped the album shut. Reached across to pick the sideplate off my lap and in so doing managed to lift my dress all the way up exposing not just my stocking tops but my knickers too. John was agog. She let me adjust it pretending not to notice what she had done. "Oh look there is only one breadstick left" she announced, "You two will have to share it." She picked it up and placed it in Johns mouth so half was protruding. Now from having one of these "breadsticks" earlier I knew they were not breadsticks but something similar but very tough. I got up and bent over to take the other end in my mouth, John eagerly worked down so our lips were touching, I stopped trying to eat the stupid breadstick and opening my mouth - Johns tongue darted into it. Sandra was behind me, I felt her hand again between my legs. Again I was cupped and squeezed but then her hand moved back, her thumb started to try to push through my flimsy knickers. Soon it was her finger, the knickers held but what lay beyond gave in a little. I could tell this excited her and I thought she was debating wither to pull the knickers aside. I think it was an involuntary cry of " Not yet" I heard from her.
She withdrew her hand. John and I couldn't keep up the pretence that there was any breadstick left so stopped kissing. " Oh Lynda how rude of me I haven't shown you around the house yet. Come with me. John tidy up down here and sort the lights for when we come back." She grabbed my hand and led me out the room to the stairs. |
