As I felt the car stop, my sense of excited nervousness seemed to crawl up my throat, making me clench my shaking hands on my lap. Were we here? Wherever here was. Was I finally going to find out what was going on?
I clenched my hands harder, wanting to adjust the blindfold over my eyes as my ears strained to hear over the music for some hint to where I was. The whole day had been a buildup of tension to this point and now that it was happening, I still felt like I was dreaming.
My husband, Cory, and I had been together for five years now, after dating for a few years before. As with many couples over the years, the strains of work and life, in general, had forced us apart. Well, not forced so much as drifted apart until we were more roommates; one of my friends called us brother and sister as if her special world was any better.
I was the quiet one in the relationship, Cory more outgoing and the extrovert by far. It worked out well for the times we did go out and I have to admit it was always fun watching him in action. Tonight though was something different. I knew he was up to something for a bit now with odd questions and some things he kept bringing up.
The discussions about sexy fantasies were one he had been mentioning for a while now and though I downplayed it, I really found it exciting! I played along, of course. The things he brought up were certainly fun-sounding and he surely knew my buttons. Apparently, better than I did.
Today was interesting. I'm not used to him actually giving me orders so directly but he seemed so into the game I felt compelled to play along. Taking the time to have a long scented bath and shaving everywhere, then working my hair like I was going to a wedding seemed a bit much but like I said he was so insistent!
As I looked in the mirror while finishing my hair, I had to admit I did look pretty good. I'm pretty tall at 5'9" and while a bit heavier, I certainly carried it well. I mean yeah, I could lose a few pounds, but who couldn't, right? I enjoyed swimming and managed to hit the pool a few times a week or went for lots of walks. My dark red hair, down to mid-back right now, nicely curled, flowing over my shoulders and down my front.
My chest was what Cory described as fun-sized; more than a handful for sure and he always seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did. Pausing with my curler, I turned sideways to catch a view of my nicely rounded butt. Whatever he had planned I was going to look good doing it.
He had picked out a light blouse for me and a short skirt. Bit shorter than I was used to or felt comfortable in for a while but like I said, insistent. The lack of stockings was a bit odd and I felt the cool air on my legs which was actually refreshing in my nervousness. When we left he had me put on a blindfold, which I thought was weird and probably looked odd as we drove from the house in the evening. Luckily, it was dark so I just rested my arm on the window and used my hand to cover my eyes.
We drove for several minutes before we pulled over. The tone of his voice was odd, like he was excited but nervous. He told me to get out and get in the backseat and that some people were going to be getting in. I was a bit pissed about this and went to pull up the blindfold before he stopped me. "Trust me," he said. The other order was odd, to say nothing. "Be quiet, no questions." Finally I submitted and opened the car door unsteadily, almost tripping on the soft grass by the curb. A hand steadied me, I flinched with surprise but kept my mouth shut as I was told.
The hand directed me to the sidewalk and I pulled back as we started walking. Only the sound of Cory's voice kept me walking, the surprised tone as I heard him getting out of our vehicle, then following behind.
We walked several meters before I was directed to another car, the interior warm with music playing. My stomach felt like it was clawing up my throat now and the hand holding mine felt the tremor. The gentle squeeze was unexpected but welcome as he, it was definitely a man's hand, guided me into the car.
I wiggled in the backseat and felt people get in on either side of me. I started trying to speak but a firm shush from a woman beside me stopped me before I started. I heard someone get in the front seat, relieved when I heard Cory's sigh as he settled in the seat.
I thought it weird when he started speaking as the car pulled away. But with the same insistent tone him telling me to relax and that I needed to play along. Play along? I bit my lip to stay quiet, wanting nothing more than to pull the blindfold off and ask what the hell he was playing at. But at the same time, I was excited, curious with his odd game.
I flinched when I felt the woman's hand on my thigh. Nothing big just resting there. The gentle warm squeeze on my smooth leg was probably just to relax me but did the opposite. I sort of knew by this point this was going to be something sexy but having new people in the car suddenly made it real. We drove a bit more, me in darkness feeling the presence of the couple beside me. Music played and everyone was quiet which was driving me crazy!
Finally, after a bit, we stopped. Doors opened as I forcefully unclenched my hands and shuffled out of the car. The man's hand waited for me and guided me up a driveway to a set of steps. A soft voice warned me before I stubbed a toe and I managed to climb the stairs and enter the house. My heels clicked on the hardwood floor as I was led down a hall and turned to what felt like a large room.
I could hear whispers fade as we walked in, my nervousness soaring to new heights as my heart pounded in my chest. What the hell was Cory up to?!
"Mrs.," a woman's voice. "You have been brought here with your husband to experience pleasures you have only dreamed of. Before we begin, are you here of your own consent?"
What the fuck? My mind raced at what the forceful woman's tone was saying. Do I want to be here? I mean it's not like Cory was going to hurt me, or let anyone else hurt me. I had to admit, in lightning-fast reflection that I was enjoying this. The mystery, the excitement was intoxicating.
"Yes," I whispered, not even realizing I was speaking.
"We have very strict rules. You must not speak of this anywhere. This is a private club and privacy is essential. You do not give your name or ask for other's names. You are here for the experience and when you leave you take memories and nothing else. Nod if you understand."
I nodded jerkily, the woman's voice so intimidating with its intensity that I felt myself curling up inside myself.
"Good. Let's begin."
I felt my blouse being unbuttoned and flinched my hands to stop them. What the hell?
Hands held my wrists, not hard but enough to get the point across so I forced myself to relax. They worked quickly and I felt air on my chest with the lacy bra Cory had picked for me. My blouse was eased off and I felt so exposed with who knew how many people watching me! As they unfastened my bra I moved my arms again, their grip tightening on my wrist as the woman beside me whispered in my ear that I was safe to just go with it.
She lifted the blindfold from my eyes and I blinked painfully at the bright light over a bed. I tried glancing around but the shadows covered whoever else may have been in the room. After a moment, I noticed a tall powerfully built redheaded woman with short hair standing at the edge of the light.
She stared at me with an intensity I found unnerving, but kept myself still as the couple beside me removed my bra. I glanced their way, curious who was so gently undressing me. The woman was taller than me with the same build as the redhead. I figured quickly she must have something to do with the fitness business or sports or whatever because rounded shoulders like that just don't happen. The man beside me was even larger with black hair swept back to his broad shoulders.
As they removed my blouse and bra, her hand caressed my back while he teased my belly, his hand caressing the underside of my breasts. The sensation of two people touching me was new but so exciting. I had never felt this and I looked desperately in the shadows for Cory. Was he there? Was he watching this?
Did he like this?
The last thought jarred me physically. Is Cory watching other people touching me and getting off on this? Is my submitting making him happy?
I saw motion at the edge of the light and two women eased themselves on the bed before me. One of them with dark hair, maybe shoulder length and styled back from her face. Her eyes as she glanced my way were captivating in their exotic seductiveness and I felt myself being drawn into them. On the other side of the bed another woman settled on the sheets, her hair pulled back, with mischievous eyes looking my way that made me feel even more excited with my surrendering to the moment.
Both women were slim and probably shorter than I am but my eyes fixated on one feature for both.
Their breasts.
I have always been into breast play. I didn't even know it was a thing until Cory showed me a video one night in bed. Women with their breasts bound and teased with fingers, tongues, clamps or feathers. When we had sex that night visions of those videos filled my mind as he thrust into me. I never told him how much it excited me, but he could tell and found more videos. I hinted to him I wanted to try these things but never really got the intensity I wanted, I needed for it. These women on the other hand looked to be promising just that.
Both women settled on the bed with a comforting familiarity I found reassuring. They leaned back on the pillows to stare at me standing there topless as a strange woman and man rub fondled me gently. I was lost in the moment returning their gaze, feeling myself becoming more excited with each breath.
As the women settled on the bed they leaned into each other for a passionate kiss, the lighter haired woman resting her hand on the darker haired as their lips met. I had seen videos of course, but the reality was so different. Everyone in the room was watching them kiss, the lighter haired woman caressing the other's arms, their bound breasts meeting between them. They both smiled as they brushed their nipples against each other then glanced at me again. Their hands caressed each other's bodies, avoiding their breasts for the time as they warmed to the moment.