“I never said I’d play fair, sweetheart,” he replied aloud, letting her know there’d be no hiding from her desires, or her responses tonight. “You’re not demanding we leave,” Mitch whispered in her ear. “Does that mean you want to continue?”
Her body hummed with arousal, shook with need so strong her mind couldn’t manage to hold on to her moral resistance. “Yes, I’m good with this so far.” Shifting against his hard thigh, she struggled to control the urge to climax in front of these people.
“I’m glad the kid’s making himself useful.” There was a definite note of fondness in Brett’s tone before he dipped his head and wrapped his lips around Kayla’s distended nipple.
“Is Ethan doing a good job on your lawn, Hannah?” Donovan asked her as he pushed Anna’s stretchy tube top down to reveal nipples adorned with tight metal rings, a silver chain dangling between her breasts connecting them. When he gave the chain a tug, Anna winced but it was obvious the painful pressure excited her.
Hannah swallowed to relieve her dry throat before saying as casually as possible under the circumstances, “Yes, he’s a wonderful guy and a hard worker. I’ve really enjoyed having him around.” Feeling Mitch’s penis jerk against her butt as she moved restlessly again, she could swear he had gotten even harder.
“Are you doing that on purpose? Those are clamps,” Mitch explained, not waiting for her to answer his question. Reaching up, he ran his thumb over her own distended tip, the light pressure making her wish he was touching her bare nipple despite the public venue. “They’re much tighter than the huggers you’re wearing, so they can’t be worn for long.”
“And these have been on long enough.” Donovan released one clamp and all three men chuckled sadistically as Anna cried out at the sudden rush of throbbing pain in her nipple.
Now it was Hannah’s turn to wince, especially when Donovan tightened his arm around her arms, pinning them to Anna’s sides, preventing her from easing the sudden painful ache of blood gushing to her swollen tip. But then he sucked the abused, reddened nipple between his lips, soothing it himself as the hand under her skirt moved a little faster.
As Anna cried out in climax, her hips thrusting against Donovan’s hand, Mitch said, “But as you can see, sometimes deeper pain can lead to higher pleasure. Brett, I think Hannah should see what her ass looks like when I spank her. Do you mind?”
“Of course not, anything I can do to further her education.” Brett expertly flipped Kayla face down over his lap, spreading his knees wide enough to make sure the small baby bulge she has developed didn’t press on his thighs.
“Hey!” Kayla protested with a sputtering laugh. “What if I mind?”
All three men laughed outright at that ridiculous question. “It wouldn’t matter, as you well know. Since when do you have to misbehave for me to put you over my knee?”
Brett flipped up Kayla’s skirt to reveal the flat, round base of a butt plug bisecting her cheeks. Hannah tried desperately not to blush even more at the sight of her squirming butt and that plug. Watching her good friend, Anna, climax so loudly and unabashedly had been both embarrassing and exciting. She found herself committing that deadly sin of envy again as she wondered if she would ever feel comfortable enough with herself and her sexuality, not to mention her conscience, to let go like that.
Brett landed a hard slap on his wife’s wiggling butt, one that left a bright red handprint behind and had Hannah’s core dampening even more as she vividly recalled the painful pleasure of her last spanking. She didn’t realize Mitch had slipped his hand under her dress until she felt his finger slide inside her. With Brett’s next swat, Mitch stroked her clitoris, way too softly to get her off, but enough, added to the ongoing pulses from the bullet, to have her leaning back against him with a soft moan of frustration.
“What’s wrong, Hannah?” Mitch tightened his arm under her breasts, relishing the feel of her relaxing against him for the first time since they sat down.
“Darn it, you know what’s wrong,” she whispered fiercely, her eyes still glued to Kayla’s reddening buttocks. With the two couples sitting directly across from her, it was either watch them or the people behind them indulging themselves on that padded bench that held a myriad of possible sexual positions she could never have imagined before tonight. Between the decadent sights before her and her new toys working like a charm at keeping her aroused, he managed to slip past her reticence enough to make her want to give in to the need filling her that was threatening to spiral out of control.
“Are you ready to enjoy yourself like Kayla and Anna??
? he asked her as he stroked her clit a tad harder, Kayla’s high pitched cry of release adding to the sex charged atmosphere.
It was the look of pure indulgence on both Brett’s and Donovan’s faces as they watched their wives climax that tipped the scales for Hannah. “If you mean, am I ready for sex then yes, but…does it have to be right here?” Not even the erotic sight of Brett lifting Kayla and straddling her over his freed penis could entice her to join them yet. Anna went to her knees before Donovan, released his member and took him deeply into her mouth, which made Hannah’s mouth water to give Mitch that same pleasure. “Maybe we could start with that?” She nodded toward the other couple.
“I have a better idea.” Mitch knew he wouldn’t last two minutes if she wrapped those soft, plush lips around him. Picking up his small black bag that he had placed next to the chair earlier, he lifted Hannah off his aching cock and grabbed her hand.
“Where’re we going?” Hannah felt as if she could explode at any second, her senses on high alert, her body visibly shaking from the effort it took to keep from doing just that.
“Right here.” Mitch led her to the wall of windows opposite the wall length bench and slid open the door to the back deck. “It’s a little more private out here, but there’s always the chance someone will come out. Not to mention the few people already enjoying the fire pit below.”
Hannah peaked down and saw two couples completely naked and so totally engrossed in each other that they were oblivious of them.
“That’s Chuck and Kathy on the right,” Mitch told her as he held her tightly against him with one arm wrapped around her waist, his eyes on Hannah’s face instead of the goings on in the fire pit. Right now, he found her infinitely more fascinating to watch than them. “They’ve been happily married for over twenty years, are good friends of Brett’s and come here periodically to spice up their sex life. They like people to watch them.”
“And does it? Spice up their lives?”
“Well, they have been happily married for over twenty years, faithfully so from what I’ve been told and seen. It seems to work for them.”
Even if she had been so inclined, Hannah couldn’t judge them for that or find fault with their actions. In fact, she discovered she found herself admiring them for finding such a creative way to add spice and fun to their marriage.
“The other man joined the club a few months ago. His name is Jason and the woman he’s fucking is about as green as you. He’s taken on her tutoring and this is only Diana’s second night here.”
“He must know what he’s doing.” From the sound of Diana’s cries as she gripped her ankles while Jason pounded into her from behind while standing right in front of the other couple, Hannah guessed the younger girl was fitting in nicely.
“He does, and so do I.” Mitch slid under her hair and deftly unhooked her top. His arms came around her and his hands were there to catch her breasts as they spilled free. “I want these off.” He didn’t want anything to impede the feel of her flesh under his hands. With a quick snap, both nipple huggers came loose and fell into his hands. Slipping them in his pocket, he ran his thumb over the control for her vibrator and raised the intensity another notch.