This story is largely based on our first night at Frolicon. Names have been changed to protect the Not-So-Innocent.
Still riding on a high from our first public impact scene in the dungeon, we were not ready to call it a night. My ass was nicely warmed as well as my insides from a couple of whiskies, and I wanted more. We wandered over to the Presidential Suite to see what that was all about, a disco party overlooking the pool seemed like a great way to finish our evening. We made our way up to the upper loft to view the party from above, watching half naked people bounce into each other dancing and laughing. I leaned into him, grabbing his hand, our bodies buzzing with excitement.
“Can I go to the bathroom?”, I squeezed his hand in mine to make sure he heard me.
Nodding, he kissed me on the cheek and I made my way past two leather-clad Dommes perched elegantly on the king-sized bed and found the bathroom. In the quieted space, I took a moment to myself, checking my make-up in the mirror, surprised it hadn’t been marred by the hood jerked over my head in the dungeon. I pulled down my jeans and inventoried the marks on my backside, two small abrasions from the cane that could probably use some ointment and a series of colorful stripes. I massaged my cheeks, feeling the soreness from Pinky that would later turn into deep purple bruises. It felt good to press my fingers into my flesh, remembering each little moment from our scene in the dungeon.
Just as I sat down on the toilet, the door began to swing open. Why does this always happen right when you’ve just started peeing?
“Someone’s in here!”
I hurried and finished, quickly washing my hands before opening the door to a very handsome man. He was wearing a dress, long grey knit, and boots. The dress was something that I would wear, loose and comfortable, but still tight in all the right spots, and I remember wondering where he got it. His face was just the face that I’m attracted to, a permanent smile behind his eyes highlighted by one deep dimple on his right cheek, and a salt and pepper beard. I do have a thing for beards. We laughed about the door, not awkwardly, passing a few jokes back and forth. I gave him our calling card and made my way out to find Sir.
Later on the balcony outside, we ran into him again.
“Oh, this is the guy that tried to see me peeing in the bathroom earlier!” We all laughed and began chatting.
“Justin, nice to meet you,” he shook our hands and introduced us to his partner, Melissa, a tiny fairy-like girl with blue glasses and wild wavy brown hair that framed her small face. She was graceful, moving with purpose like a dancer, but I could see that she was silly at the same time, not one to take life too seriously.
As we talked, we figured out that we had similar interests, most remarkably, we had all had a love of rope. With the party winding down, we decided to go back to their room and play. Taking a few minutes to negotiate the rules, we decided on no penetrative sex and no dangerous or complicated ties being that we had already been drinking. Sir suggested an exercise we like, Two Ropes, Two Minutes, Four Limbs. Basically, you can only use two ropes to try and immobilize your partner as quickly as possible. It’s a fun way to connect to the other person without having to follow particular patterns or standards.
I was ready, a wetness already forming in my panties, a feeling that had been simmering since the dungeon. We have never switched like this before with me playing with another man, so I was excited to feel what it would be like to be touched by male hands different to Sir’s, to hear a stranger’s deep voice whispering sexy things in my ear. I let Justin know my hard limits, no face slapping or choking, no rope around my neck, and to be careful of my backside since it was already marked.
I lay down on the bed next to Melissa and squeezed her hand quickly before Justin moved over me, rubbing his hands up my thighs and slowly pulling my panties down over my hips. I glanced one last time at my husband as he began wrapping rope around Melissa before turning my full attention to Justin.
He took his time, already breaking the rules of the game which was fine with me. Sometimes breaking the rules can be a good thing. He wrapped me up in a corset, bringing the rope down between my legs and behind me, pressing it firmly against my clit as I bucked up into him, those smiling eyes teasing me, surely there was a devil behind them. Bringing the rope back around to my front, he cinched the corset tighter, with each pull the pressure between my lips grew. He drew out the seconds between each tightening pull, letting me adjust to the tightness, rubbing my thighs and belly. Finally, on the last cinch, he tied it off and dipped his face between my legs, nibbling at my protruding labia with his lips and teeth. I moaned loudly, wanting more, but he moved his body on top of mine, slowly biting and sucking his way up to my nipples.
“I have a thing for nipples, and yours look…” he grinned down at me, his words a deep growl that vibrated against my skin.
I melted as he took one in his mouth, sucking and rubbing his teeth on it. Yes, please. Bite them, chew them up and swallow their sweetness. His hands, strong on either side of my hips felt so different from Sir’s. I felt naughty, slutty, enjoying the feeling of another man touching me, inhaling his unique smell. He reached up and grabbed my wrists, deftly tying them together and bringing them behind my head. The tightness of the corset limited my breath, kept me locked in place in a tight embrace, and with my arms immobilized, I was right where I wanted to be, at his mercy as he worked his way up and down my body with kisses, so much gentler than Sir, who would have had me turned over, fucking me roughly from behind, or he would have had his cock shoved down my throat. I suddenly realized that something was missing.
I turned my head to see what the other two were doing. She was tied into a ball as Sir moved his hands between her legs, tickling and rubbing on her exposed clit as she lurched against her ropes. I made eye contact with him.
“Please, I want your cock in my mouth!”
He moved Melissa so that she was leaning against my torso, unable to move but still involved in the scene, and removed his boxers, leaning over me to insert his hardened cock into my waiting mouth. Justin moved down my torso and went back to playing with my pussy, working long fingers between the ropes and finding sweet spots hidden beneath. I soaked the ropes between my legs after only a minute or two of double sensation. I was losing grip on reality, floating away from the scene, but Sir and Justin had plans.
Melissa was quickly maneuvered so that her head was between my legs, my corset was loosened and we were tied together, her mouth to my pussy, so that neither of us could move away. The guys watched, amused with their genius, as we writhed about on the bed, my eyes rolling back into my head and my mouth stretched wide in a silent scream and she worked her tongue deep between my folds. I clenched and pushed against the ropes, her talented mouth sucking and licking me until I jerked, tensing then releasing as I came, a pulse radiated throughout my body, the pumping blood pushed against the ropes wrapped around me. We lay there as our onlookers sipped their drinks, my breath finally slowing, her face resting on my damp thigh.
They slowly untied us, Justin kept the rope tight as he unwound me, the vibrations resonating against my sensitive skin. We all collapsed onto the bed in a heap, but as always I wanted more. I moved my face between Melissa’s legs, softly licking, spreading her lips so I could find her clit beneath her soft brown curls.
“I want to make you come,” I begged.
Pressing my tongue against her, I lapped greedily, wanting to give her a taste of what she’d given me. I pushed a finger inside her, feeling her muscles tighten and clench around me, finding the spot that made her squirm. Her dampness seeped out onto my knuckles as I worked my finger in and out, keeping my mouth on her clit. She pressed herself into me, the scent of her overtaking my senses, and I could feel her clamp down and she grabbed at my hair as her orgasm claimed her. I came up smiling, wiping my face with the back of my hand.
I could do that again, maybe this time with her sitting on my face, smothering me as Sir’s cock pumped in and out of my pussy and Justin fed his cock into her mouth. But, it was late by this time, and even though I felt I could have gone all night, I knew that it was time to go. I noticed that Melissa slipped on Justin’s dress as we said our goodbyes, and once again I thought that I would like one for myself.
This experience didn’t necessarily check off one of my wishes, I’d never even considered playing with another couple in this way. Now that we have, I would maybe like to explore similar opportunities in the future. It’s a perfect example of how having an open mind can lead to unexpected fun and now, I want more.