Surprise Evening

You asked me... what is it that you've been asking for the last few weekends?

"I said that I just want to be tied to the bed, helpless and under your control. Kiss me, touch me, tease me, caress me with your body all over. Make me all but beg you to be inside you."

That helped explain my current situation -- I was strapped to the bed in our basement bedroom, under your spell of soft kisses and caresses.

I lay on my stomach, relishing the attention you'd been giving me for the last ten minutes, completely lost in the sensations, when I heard the doorbell ring.

You paused. To my surprise and frustration, you got up.

You gave me a playful spank on the butt and said, "I'll be right back."

I heard the door open upstairs... and then the sound of voices.

Multiple voices.

Footsteps in the foyer. Then descending the stairs. Then entering the room -- our room -- where I lay strapped and exposed.

There were two couples with you. Four people, standing there, looking down at me.

"Oh, this is going to be very interesting," one of the women said.

You smiled and responded,

"He wanted me to take control. He wants me to make him go down on me while he's massaged and surrounded by sex. So I figured this was the best option available."

Another woman walked her husband to the chair in the corner and gently kissed him as she pushed him into it.

"He loves to watch me play with other men," she said with a grin.

To which the first woman replied,

"That's great -- my man loves to put on a show with women."

You took your place at the head of the bed, lifting my head gently so it could rest between your thighs.

I could smell you. The soft scent of your arousal. I could feel the heat of your lady lips against my face.

I closed my eyes and gave myself to the moment -- nuzzling into you, kissing softly, pressing into your wetness with care. Not to tickle, but to tease. To arouse.

As I kissed and pressed into you, one of the women got on her knees between my legs. She began to knead and caress my thighs, her hands firm but sensual.

The other woman stood above her, leaning forward to massage my lower back. Her palms moved in slow circles, warming my skin, pushing waves of pressure through me.

Behind the kneeling woman, her husband dropped to his knees and began to touch her. His hands glided over her body -- caressing, fingering, then eventually pressing his face into her pussy.

She rocked her hips, grinding gently against his mouth.

Meanwhile, the other man -- seated in the corner -- had pulled out his dick. He stroked it slowly, watching, clearly aroused by the growing intensity around him.

I was lost in you.

The feel of your skin. The scent of your body. Your fingers running through my hair.

I kept licking, slow and deliberate, worshipping your pussy with my tongue. Every soft moan, every twitch of your thighs, only encouraged me.

Behind me, things changed.

I felt my hips being lifted.

Two pillows slid underneath me, raising my body.

I was grinding into the bed, hard, aching. Then I felt hands stroke my erection -- slippery, moist -- and my back arched as fingers slid lower, tracing the curves of my ass.

My thrusting was slow and deliberate now. Controlled.

I imagined what you were seeing -- my hips rolling, my ass rising, my cock being stroked... all while my mouth devoured you.

The strokes on my dick were wet, perfect. The tip had grown overly sensitive, twitching with each pass. Then came something cooler -- wetter -- near my ass.

Fingers.

Gentle, teasing.

They explored around my rim, pressing lightly. It was driving me wild.

That was when I began eating you with more passion -- more urgency. The taste of you was deeper now, wetter. I latched onto your clit and held it in my mouth, breathing hard as I adjusted to the feeling of her finger pressing inside me.

She moved carefully, slowly stroking while her partner -- or perhaps the other woman -- moved up and took the head of my dick into her mouth.

My whole body pulsed.

Her lips, his tongue, the simultaneous worship was overwhelming. I groaned into your pussy, muffling my pleasure into your heat.

Every time she touched my prostate, a wave of pleasure surged from my ass through my cock, which was being sucked with wet, swirling attention.

Then she pulled her finger out.

I felt hands spreading my cheeks wider -- and suddenly, her face pressed in. Her tongue circled, teasing, then dove inside.

She began tongue-fucking me.

I moaned into you again. You grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tighter against your clit, grinding against my mouth with full need.

Her tongue was deep inside, flicking and exploring, while the other woman sucked me harder. I shifted, raising my hips to give them both better access. My balls brushed against her cheek.

I could hear the woman sucking me -- her moans humming along my shaft -- and I knew she was being fucked too. Every vibration through her mouth echoed the rhythm of someone behind her.

And the woman tongue-fucking me?

She was moaning as well.

She was being eaten out too.

The man in the corner couldn't take it anymore.

I heard him stand. He was stroking himself -- slowly at first -- as he stepped closer to the bed. His arousal was obvious, his restraint gone.

He knelt beside the tangled bodies and reached out. One of the women -- her mouth still wrapped around my cock -- felt his touch and looked up.

Without hesitation, she reached for his shaft, wrapping her hand around it and stroking him gently.

He let out a deep moan, like it had been building inside him the whole time.

He leaned in and turned her face toward him. Their eyes met. He kissed her -- fully, deeply -- and she welcomed it, pulling him closer with one hand behind his neck.

They were gone now, lost in each other.

She slid from between my legs and laid down beside you, her head resting on the pillow next to your hips. He climbed on top of her, still kissing her, his body pressing into hers.

I watched it unfold from between your thighs, still licking, still nuzzled against you. I looked over your body to see them making out just inches away.

Behind me, the couple shifted positions again.

The woman moved behind me on her knees. I felt her lips return to my shaft and her tongue to my ass. She moved between them with rhythm and skill, switching back and forth -- sucking, licking, circling.

Then her husband moved behind the man now lying with his wife.

He positioned himself carefully.

Her husband began to rub his slickened cock along the man's crack, pressing gently as he reached for the lube. He poured some on himself, stroked it in, then rubbed more into the other man's ass.

I could see it -- his cock poised, glistening.

He leaned forward, pressing in.

The man below him locked up for a moment.

His wife reached up, caressing his face, kissing his ear softly.

"Relax," she whispered. "I love watching you get fucked, baby. You can take it."

She kissed him again.

"Just relax, baby. Do it for me. I want to feel him fuck me... through you."

His voice trembled as he answered.

"Oh God, baby... yes. Yes."

"That's it," she purred. "I can feel it going in. Just relax and take it. Let me feel him... feel you getting fucked."

While their voices filled the room behind us -- moans, whispers, the rhythmic slap of skin -- you slid down the bed beneath me.

You pushed the pillows away, your movements slow and deliberate.

Your hand reached for my cock. You stroked it once, twice, guiding the head to your entrance.

I could feel the heat of you before I felt anything else.

You slid me inside -- just the tip at first, then more -- your body opening around me, wet and ready. You felt incredible. Warm. Slick. Consuming.

I began to move gently, rocking inside you.

You kissed me.

Long, slow, intentional kisses on my lips, my cheek, my neck.

I was in heaven -- buried inside you, surrounded by sensation, and still trembling from everything that had already happened.

Then I felt her again.

The woman from behind. Her breasts pressed against my back. Her hands moved around to caress my ass and thighs. She kissed the middle of my back, soft and sensual, while I made love to you.

Then her hands slid lower.

Fingers circled my hole. Cool lube followed.

I felt her slide back inside me -- not rushed this time. Patient. Familiar.

You paused your kisses, just long enough for her to ask you,

"Is he ready?"

You turned to her, still touching my face, and answered simply:

"Yes."

I froze for a second, confused, unsure what more could be coming -- what "ready" meant.

Then I felt it.

Something thicker.

Wetter.

Heavier than a finger.

The tip pressed against my hole. Cold, slick, shaped.

You held my face, looked into my eyes, and kissed me deeply as she began to push it inside.

"Relax," you whispered against my lips. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

I moaned -- not from pain, but from pleasure, from surrender. I kissed you again, my whole body shivering.

I relaxed.

I took her.

While still moving inside you.

We stayed like that -- kissing, rocking, fucking between each other -- wrapped in heat and fullness, the weight of it all pressing perfectly into place.

We were rocking together -- me inside you, her inside me -- our movements slow and deep, soaked in pleasure.

The sounds beside us were growing louder, sharper.

I could hear her moaning now -- the woman next to you, still wrapped around her husband's cock.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," she gasped.

She clenched her arms around him, squeezing him tight, her voice breaking with each breath.

"Fuck him harder. Fuck him. Make me cum. Fuck--!"

Her man obeyed.

He began to pound into his partner beneath him -- quick, deep strokes. His hands gripped her tightly as the bed shook under their rhythm.

"I'm gonna make you both cum," he groaned. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of him."

Then came another voice.

From the man underneath.

"Oh God, yes... fuck... I'm gonna cum in you, baby..."

She cried out.

"Yes, baby. Cum for me. Cum in me, baby. Cum for me."

Her cries were shaking the room now.

"Yes, baby, I'm cumming... I'm gonna cum, don't stop. Fuck him. Cum for me, baby..."

His voice grew ragged.

"Oh baby... oh baby... I can feel it. I'm gonna fill your pussy."

She grabbed his face, kissing him hard, wrapping him in her mouth as he moaned into her lips.

Behind them, the other man -- still buried in his ass -- was slamming into him now, faster, rougher.

"Fuck yeah... oh fuck yeah. I can feel him cumming on my dick."

His voice cracked with pleasure.

"I can feel his ass flexing... oh yeah... fuck yeah, baby, I'm gonna cum."

He held tight and pushed deep, then froze, grunting as his climax spilled out inside.

He didn't pull out.

He just stayed buried, twitching, moaning.

The woman leaned over and began to kiss the man beneath her while his cum leaked out, dripping across his back and ass.

She moaned at the feeling.

She rubbed it across his cheeks and down his back like it belonged there.

Their kisses never stopped.

They were locked in something just as primal as it was intimate.

I whispered again, just behind your ear.

"Let me go... so I can put you on your stomach. I want you to get a good view while I finger your pussy and make you cum on my dick."

You undid the straps on my arms. I quickly released my legs.

We turned you around and shifted slightly on the bed. You were now on your stomach, propped up, your head angled just right -- perfectly positioned to watch her.

She was riding both men -- slow, then deeper.

You only had to open your eyes to see it.

I slid inside you from behind.

It was almost painful how good you felt -- soft, warm, wet, wrapping around me like a vice. My whole body tensed.

You watched the other woman grind down on two cocks, her body stretched, trembling from the fullness.

You watched her breast pressed to another's lips, her moans of pleasure rising with each thrust.

You closed your eyes tight, then opened them again, like you were trying to imagine how it would feel -- trying to be her.

I whispered again, this time slower, more commanding.

"I want you to cum for me. I want you to watch them fuck her and cum all over my dick."

Your breath hitched.

"Look how hard she's riding them now... they're all the way inside her. Look at them. Listen to her."

The other woman gasped.

"Fuck, my pussy feels so damn full. Fuck, it feels amazing."

Her friend leaned down, kissing her lips, her hands roaming to her breasts. She sucked softly, then harder, and the woman's head flew back.

"I'm gonna cum!" she cried. "Oh my God, I'm cumming!"

She gripped her friend tight, her whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her.

You were watching her.

Listening.

Feeling my fingers circling your clit as my cock pushed deeper and deeper inside you.

Your body tensed.

Your breath stuttered.

"Cum for me, baby," I whispered. "Cum for me like she's cumming. They're fucking her right in front of you. Cum, baby..."

You whimpered.

"Imagine how good it feels when I double-penetrate you..."

That was it.

Your pussy clamped down around me, pulsing in rapid, uncontrollable waves. You moaned loudly, your body rolling with each flex.

"Oh yeah, baby... that's it. Don't you fucking stop cumming."

You trembled under me, sighing, gripping the sheets.

Your orgasm ignited mine. The intensity of your flexes -- the wetness, the heat -- made me explode deep inside you. I held on, spilling everything I had.

My own climax only intensified yours -- wave after wave rocking through both of us as we moved in sync, releasing everything together.

I collapsed onto your back, breathless.

Spent.

Still inside you.

Around us, the room slowly calmed.

Each couple lay tangled in their own embrace, kissing softly, recovering, glowing with satisfaction.

Some began to dress.

Others just smiled, laying close, holding each other.

But we?

We were already home.

Still warm.

Still hard.

Still ready for whatever came next.

Because tonight wasn't over.

Not for us.