It was late.
But I knew that. The morning light illuminated behind the curtains. I could hear the shower in the en-suite. It all came flooding back. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Steve's face. He kissed me gently then forced his tongue into my mouth. I pulled away taken aback by his forcefulness.
I need to pee and I stumbled out of bed into the bathroom.
There was Phil. Naked and freshly showered his cock hanging limply between his legs. I sat on the loo and started to pee. He approached me and cocked his head. I guessed he wanted more but surely he was sated after earlier. I shook my head and turned away. He disappeared into the bedroom.
I brushed my teeth and got into the shower. The water felt great as I washed the dried cum from my body. I dried off, brushed my hair and went into the bedroom. The guys had gone. My new panties laid across the pillow with my stockings folded alongside them spelling TY. I smiled to myself.
I put on my robe and went in search of Martin. In the kitchen I found his note GONE FISHING. I frowned. I needed to know how he felt, his thoughts, his emotional state. I needed to talk to him.
What would I say when he asked me how I was? The truth. It had been unbelievable. The guys had ignited a fire inside me that had burned bright and even now gave a warm feeling inside. After Martin had left the bedroom, the guys and I had partied hard. They had fucked me over and over and I had reciprocated enjoying their cocks in both my mouth and pussy.
For the rest of the day, I busied myself changing the bed sheets and other chores. Then I made Martin his favourite dinner as a thank you and laid the table out ready.
Martin returned early evening. He was happy as a lark, which surprised me, as I had always imagined the next day scenario would be tense and awkward. We ate and chatted mostly about his fishing. There was no mention of the night before.
The next couple of days sped by. Martin went off to work and I contented myself with decorating the spare bedroom.
It was Wednesday evening that Martin asked me how I felt about the weekend. I told him the truth, that it was the best night of sex I had ever had. He looked a little disappointed and said it was not how he had imagined it. He had expected to be more involved but as there was two of them he did not feel he had any chance. He had enjoyed watching but the cage had restricted his libido. He asked if I wanted to do it again. I said of course but only if it suited us both. We left it like that and went to bed.
Thursday started the same as usual but around four o'clock I found myself lying across the bed with Steve ramming his cock into me. He had texted me earlier and asked if he could pop round as he thought he had left his watch. I knew he hadn’t but could not resist the chance to have him fuck me once more. As soon as he arrived he was all over me, kissing and literally tearing my clothes off. He pushed me down onto my knees and had his cock in my mouth within a minute. It felt horny and my pussy was so wet. He took me into the bedroom where we fucked for a quite a while. Afterwards, we chatted about things and I told him how Martin had felt. I decided to call Martin and tell him I had a surprise for him and to come home as soon as possible.
Steve hid in the spare bedroom as soon as we heard his car pull onto the driveway. I had showered and dressed in a jumper and skirt and waited in our bedroom. As Martin walked in I told him to strip to his boxers. He started to say something but I told him to not say anything as it would ruin the surprise. I made him lay on the bed and fastened the chain from his nipple rings to bed frame. He could not move right or left or lift his body from the mattress.