Sprung! Again

Sprung!

"You were eavesdropping weren't you?," Debbie said as she caught me propped up against the door to our home theatre.

Debbie had that look in her eye that said tell the truth or suffer the consequences.

"I admit it, I knew when you took your phone in there, it was probably Jenny about last Saturday, and next Saturday," I said.

"Well, I can tell you, since you're so keen to know, after last Saturday, she and Scott had a blazing row," Debbie said.

"Expected after that last exchange between you, me and him. So, they're unlikely to come this Saturday," I asked.

"Quite the contrary, Scott was furious that Jenny was happy to be fucked by you, but wouldn't let him fuck me," Debbie said matter of fact.

Shit, Debbie fucked by Scott. I hadn't thought of that, in my happy musings of bonking Jenny in my role as high priest, it had never occurred to me that in their roles as attendants, Scott and Debbie, my Debbie, might get carried away.

After all, Jenny and Scott had at the sight of me sacrificing Debbie, so why not Debbie and Scott as they watched me do it all to Jenny?

"Not quite as keen on next Saturday as you were?" said Debbie with something that might have been a smile... or a sneer.

"Watching Jenny get stabbed might make me just as horny as it does being stabbed.

"All with you doing your priestly duties... "

My mind went into quick reprise mode: From the outset, Debbie had driven this whole stabbing-sacrifice thing after she had sprung me watching the fake stuff on that Heavy-R site.

She had ordered the props and the costumes for our first run through, then had gently coerced our friends being involved in the events of last Saturday night.

The music, the blood capsule, she had thought of everything... or had she?

Scott bonking her, well it hadn't crossed my mind. But her? Mmmm!

"Should we call the whole thing off?" I said in a thin voice. "I could delete the video, and we could go on as if nothing happened."

The video! I had almost finished the editing, mostly done with a hard on of which the makers of Cialis and Viagra would have approved.

I looked at Debbie, but her eyes were avoiding mine, her head bowed towards the floor.

Then she looked up and in a voice as thin as mine had just been, she said: "Do we have too?"

How many things can your brain process at once, but the main one... was I happy for my wife to be fucked by Scott because... she obviously was.

And she has already given the most powerful indication she was happy for me to fuck Jenny who had already let me know she was happy to be fucked by me.

So, goose, gander, hypocrite.

I was cornered by my own eagerness to fuck Jenny.

"I guess then," I said, feeling a mix of anxiety and eager anticipation, "the answer is no, we don't call it off, so long as we can all behave like mature adults the morning after."

Debbie smiled: "Apparently, after their row, Jenny and Scott came to the same agreement," she said. "And also, so long as what happens in the room, stays in the room, but you can film it too."

She had thought of everything, including washing the diaphanous robe to get rid of the fake blood.

"I thought of getting a new one for your next sacrificial virgin, but she said she liked the one I wore," Debbie revealed.

I think two women, not just my wife, had known they had me corned well before my concession.

So full speed to Saturday.

I set up the altar, the candelabra and the cameras.

I finished editing the video.

Debbie and I fucked every night, and every morning, including on Saturday morning and, you guessed it, just before everyone arrived. Scott didn't know it yet, but he was going to come on my come.

I wondered if I would be coming on his come inside Jenny. That only got me hornier, so I fucked Debbie again, just to make sure there was plenty of cream pie for Scott.

She was eager, too fuck, and to make sure everything went plan. She had thought of everything.

The menu, which had worked so well the week before, was much the same, lots of oysters.

Of course, only the best wines.

The doorbell rang at 7pm. Andy and Joe and two of the most mischievous grins you would ever see arrived with their own expensive bottle of wine.

"We just had to come, to see the video, and if it's Jenny's turn this Saturday, it's got to be ours next Saturday," said Andy.

"Joe's such a wonderful sacrifice, we've been practising all week."

No sooner had we settled them into the living room with a cocktail, and cock tale, then the doorbell rang again.

Jenny and Scott, with not so mischievous grins, but smiles and eye contact that said: "we know what we're here for and we approve."

More cocktails, then food, and the wine, all a little more rushed than the week before. This time six people knew what was coming, last week only two people were hoping...

As Debbie took away the dessert bowls I said: "What will it be then, the video, or the real thing?"

I guessed Jenny had already thought of the answer to that before I'd even asked it.

"Scott and I thought it would be a great idea to wait until after tonight, and watch the two videos together," she said.

"Darling, that's going to be three videos," said Andy in high camp indignation.

"Of course," said Jenny.

"Happy with that?" Debbie said as she looked at me.

As eager as I was to show off my editing handiwork, not showing the video was a sacrifice, another one, I was prepared to make as my other brain was wanting to get inside Jenny as fast as it could.

"To the temple then for the sacrifice," I said.

"I will get the props and costumes and meet you all there," said Debbie.

I dimmed the lights to a level that would create the right atmosphere but still let the cameras capture the night.

When she returned, Debbie had already changed into her robe. It didn't cover much and Scott's eye feasted on her as she handed him his robe.

He immediately stripped off and put it on, his erection already in play.

Andy and Joe followed.

I reached into the box, took out the high priests costume, picked out the diaphanous robe, and handed it to Jenny, who had already disrobed.

Her eyes were afire as she slipped it on.

I took the fake knife and put it to the side of the altar where I would need it later and checked that all the cameras were rolling.

"Jenny, once you're in position, I will do what I did last week, and call action," said Debbie.

Jenny looked at Scott, a nod of approval, which was returned.

Then at Debbie, the same exchange.

Andy and Joe moved next to Debbie and Scott, the now pre-arranged position after last week before they moved to the altar.

The chanting music came out of the speakers as Jenny eased herself on to the altar, the same way Debbie did so that her legs were splayed, her robe revealing more than it covered, including a neatly trimmed bush.

"Action!"

I moved to the end of the altar.

"Gods of the Earth, you have given us this virgin to be offered to you."

Debbie didn't snigger like Jenny had the week before but probably thought it. Darren had been a two-timer at school.

"Gods of the earth," I continued in my best high priest voice," accept this offering."

I moved towards Debbie and pulled my robe over the both of us.

"Sacrifice her, sacrifice her," I heard the chanting, and one voice in particular, Scott's.

He knew I was about to fuck his wife.

I did as she opened her legs to accommodate me, even as she protested.

"No, no, I don't want this," she said. "Please God, someone save me."

"Sacrifice her, sacrifice her!"

Fuck, I was horny, but I knew I had to stop.

As I withdrew, Jenny cried out: "No, no!"

I wasn't sure if these words were telling me not to pull out or in character in anticipation of what she knew was next.

I moved to the side of the altar where I had laid the knife with its folding blade and handle full of fake blood.

Andy and Joe dropped their robes and stood either side of me.

Scott and Debbie stood naked on the other side of the altar.

"Gods of the Earth, we offer you this sacrifice, are you ready to receive this sacrifice?"

The chanting got louder, Scott's voice the loudest.

Jenny screamed: "No, no, please, please."

I plunged the dagger into her belly, squeezed the handle, the fake blood oozed out.

She screamed again, writhing as she did.

I plunged dagger into again, lower. The blood ran down to her bush mingling with her glistening love juices.

It was Joe who was closest to her head. I took his hand placed it on her breast.

She moaned in protest. No! No!

I looked across the altar. Debbie had ensured she was closest to Jenny's head.

I reached across and took her hand and placed it on Jenny's tit and she squeezed the nipple.

More moans, but no NO this time.

"Gods of the earth, we shall compete the sacrifice," I said.

Both Joe and Debbie removed their hands and I plunged the dagger into each tit, the blood running all over Jenny's chest and discolouring the robe.

She screamed each time and then came the gurgle. The blood capsule trick.

Then her head fell to one side. Faux death. Now was the time for necromancy again.

I returned to the end of the altar and didn't both to cover us with her robe. I plunged into her, knowing that somewhere in the semi-darkness now, Scott was doing the same to Debbie.

And Andy and Joe had disappeared too.

I fucked Jenny with everything I had. "Yes, yes, yes," she cried out.

"I want your come on top of Scott's."

She was no longer the sacrifice but a horny woman.

"We fucked in the car just before we arrived. I wanted to be full of my husband's come and my lover's come at the same time. I'm a slut, a slut."

"And I am too," said a breathless voice from in the dark. "I am fucking you're fucking husband and it sloppy seconds, too, we fucked just before you arrived."

The room was full of the sound of sex, raw sex. I groaned as I came on Jenny as she writhed, this time not death throes but a genuine orgasm.

The noise from Debbie and Scott was tell-tale. He roared, almost drowning out the sounds of her orgasm which I know so well.

"Fuck me, fuck me, I'm a fucking slut," she cried out.

From some other dark corner two male voices moaned in unison.

"I'm coming," said Andy.

"Me too," said Joe," it's getting sloppy over heeerrrrrrrre!"

A silence fell.

Six people slowly stood up and assembled near the door, five holding their clothes but still naked, Debbie just naked.

"All adults here?" asked Debbie.

"All adults here?" answered Jenny.

It was plain that no husband should demur.

"Next week to shoot the third video okay?" I asked.

"Oh yes," said Andy. "Joe and I plan to get you all as randy as you got us.

"Choose your partner wisely!"