Backstep
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The week after our first game was something of a blur. I had to go to work like Carol, but my mind kept coming back to the next Saturday night. I found it difficult to concentrate, to integrate this experience into my everyday life. It had its benefits, as Carol and I made love almost every night, still flush with the memory of what had happened. Still, when it’s Thursday at 3PM and you’re in a sales meeting and all you can think about is being tied up… well, let’s just say it’s not convenient.
But the week finally went by and we went back that Saturday night. It was hot and muggy in the city and the A/C in the Volvo was busted again, so it was a relief in more than one sense to greet Jason and Debbie at their air conditioned home.
This time we ate before we left, so we didn’t spend much time before retreating to the basement again. We would have cocktails afterwards, but for the moment, I was preparing myself.
I undressed and walked with Jason to the table, mildly surprised that the stocks had been removed. “Nervous?” he asked.
“Maybe a little,” I said as I lay down. “You took the stocks out?”
He worked to restrain my ankles and knees, my legs further apart than Carol‘s had been. “Yeah, I wanted to change things just a little, as you‘ll see. After all, I get to decide the game, right?” He grabbed something under the table. “Here, put this on.”
I took the blindfold from him. “A little different,” I said slipping it over my eyes.
I felt him take my wrists and restrain them over my head, a curtain of darkness now over my eyes. “It’s important for the game,” he said. “You’ll see.”
I heard the women come over. “You look lovely, dear,” I heard Carol say, hearing something like amusement and sexual excitement mingling in her voice.
“Enjoy the view,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“The game is thus,” Jason interjected. “One of our lovely ladies will sit between the legs of our victim, though we won’t say which one. She can do as she likes, the same as us. Then, after a fixed time interval, the women will switch. We’ll do that until Ben pees or comes or cries safe word. The woman who is on the table when he does is the loser. You ready, my friend?”
I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yeah.”
I felt someone get up on the table, though she didn’t so much as touch me yet. “Wait until you hear the timer start,” said Jason. There was a brief pause where I felt a slight tremor of apprehension. Then I heard an electronic blip.
Whatever scraps of control I felt I’d had were torn away in an instant. Whoever was between my legs wasted no time in taking her hands and running them along my sides, her nails spidering up and down. There were hands also scratching at my feet. For a moment, I was sure that it was Jason on the left, but I rapidly became disoriented.
I didn’t even have time to fight against the sensations, unlike Carol. In seconds, I just began laughing helplessly. I could feel myself trying to break the restraints out of reflex. I felt the stirrings of an erection.
Between my legs, the woman there started licking at my navel and moving up to my underarms. The pitch of my laughter went up a little; I was becoming aroused as her mound pressed lightly against me.
The ones at my feet had been moving their hands all over as I involuntarily writhed at the sensation. Grips changed and I felt a pair of wet tongues running over my bare feet. I cried out at the unexpected sensation, feeling a flush come into my cheeks, suddenly, desperately vulnerable to their machinations.
My laughter flowed in torrents, the restraints biting against my limbs. Despite the blindfold, I had shut my eyes, hoping for some sort of respite.
An electronic blip sounded and the sensations stopped. I tried to catch my breath as the presence between my legs departed and another took her place. I expected the same sensations again, but was surprised when the blip sounded indicating the start time. There was a brief pause and then I felt both women (one bent over, obviously) place their mouths on my nipples and suckling, their tongues working over them like cats.
I let out a long moan of pleasure and felt my breath come in gasps as erotic sensation came flooding in. I was quickly hard, feeling my member rest lightly against the one woman’s lower belly.
It was short-lived. I felt a hairbrush suddenly scratch vigorously at my left sole, Jason obviously trying to hold it in place. I burst out laughing at the sudden sensation, despite the erotic pleasures offered, all the more frustrating when they stopped. Then their wet tongues planted themselves in my armpits, their hands trailing down my sides. I tried to pull my arms down to no avail. My wrists began to ache and my laughter spiraled towards hysteria. I could feel tears in my eyes and I thought I felt hot. Sweat formed on my forehead.
The brush switched to the other foot, and I felt like I was burning. I lost some of my erection, but then the women stopped. The one between my legs held my member lightly in her hand and the other licked my nipple again. I gave a moaning hiccough at the bizarre crash of sensations.
The electronic blip went off and they stopped and switched. I gasped for breath, unsure about what would happen. The safe word never even entered my mind. I also expected them to say something, but it was quiet. They confirmed later that they wanted the entire experience to be sensory and not to tip off who was between my legs.
And then they began again. The other foot was being brushed, while the raw, sensitive one was being licked. The other was alternatively rubbing my nipples and then would pause to tickle under my arms, just to keep me aroused.
Tears were running down my cheeks, my stomach hurt with laughter as they went on. My limbs ached, and I felt flushed and sweaty as I struggled. I felt the push of sex and the pressure of my bladder mingling as I was tormented, my head whipping side to side. I felt I was at the breaking point.
Another blip and they switched again. Both feet got the hairbrush treatment and it was both horribly ticklish and painful, sparks of sensation traveling up my legs. The other was licking my navel, her hands in my underarms and then going down my ribs, her body pressed against me.
Sensations crackled like lightning across my body as I howled. I ached with sexual desire, but I was giving in to the pounding of my bladder. I nearly, sobbed knowing I was going to lose control and tried to hold it.
They stopped with the brushes and were licking my soles again. I strained, but knew it was over. My bladder felt strained and too hot. There was a painful shot through my lower belly. “I’m ll-oosing ittt!” I cried out. I felt the woman sit back, and then a soft towel was lovingly wrapped around my penis. I groaned and felt relief spread though me as I urinated into the towel, gasping at the unexpected pleasure of release.
I laid my head back, breathing hard. Then there was another blip. “You just couldn’t hold on another twenty seconds,” said Debbie, sounding slightly annoyed.
“…Not sorry…at all…” I gasped, catching my breath.
Debbie got off the table at which point I heard some whispered words. I wondered how much more I could take. Someone else got on the table, taking Debbie’s place and leaned over me. “Still able to use that thing?” Carol asked me in a whisper. She put her mouth over my nipple again, and my erection was quickly returned.
“Think so,” I said, licking my lips.
She stretched out on top of me, and I felt her put me inside of her. I moaned as she settled in and began sliding gently back and forth.
Though I was close, I was suddenly distracted by the sound of duct tape. My wife’s ankles were being taped to the sides of my calves. She placed her mouth on mine in a passionate kiss which suddenly ended.
Nnnnpphh-eehheee!” she squealed.
Jason’s voice came from the foot of the table. “Your bare soles are delicious, Carol.” And she was squealing and squirming against me, sliding up and down.
I felt Debbie’s tongue licking my right foot as well, cooing as she nuzzled me, causing me to snicker helplessly.
Despite being caught in the throes of passion, pumping against one another, we were giggling like children as our bare feet were licked. They switched up as well, both of them running their warm wet tongues over my wife’s bare feet and then mine.
When she could concentrate, I could feel Carol rub one of my nipples while she massaged her clit, despite bursting out laughing here and there as her toes were sucked.
Without warning, I felt Carol press down hard and gasp gently, her muscles pulling against me. She shuddered and groaned, pulsing up and down, heated moisture coming from her. It was more than enough to push me over the edge seconds later, feeling my testicles jump and then pulse in release as I came inside of her, lost in a haze of pleasure.
The licking stopped and we both lay there trembling in the aftershocks of orgasm, myself still blind to the world around me and still inside Carol. A couple of snips later, Carol’s ankles were freed. She kissed me gently and stroked my chin.
We lay there in a calming embrace, listening as our friends made love themselves in a corner, embroiled in their own passions having tormented me than watched us together.
“I guess I should get up,” said Carol after a long while. “You’re probably getting cramped, right?”
I smiled. “And I could use some water.”
I was so happy that night. I didn’t realize at that point that only being happy on Saturday nights would become a problem.
But the week finally went by and we went back that Saturday night. It was hot and muggy in the city and the A/C in the Volvo was busted again, so it was a relief in more than one sense to greet Jason and Debbie at their air conditioned home.
This time we ate before we left, so we didn’t spend much time before retreating to the basement again. We would have cocktails afterwards, but for the moment, I was preparing myself.
I undressed and walked with Jason to the table, mildly surprised that the stocks had been removed. “Nervous?” he asked.
“Maybe a little,” I said as I lay down. “You took the stocks out?”
He worked to restrain my ankles and knees, my legs further apart than Carol‘s had been. “Yeah, I wanted to change things just a little, as you‘ll see. After all, I get to decide the game, right?” He grabbed something under the table. “Here, put this on.”
I took the blindfold from him. “A little different,” I said slipping it over my eyes.
I felt him take my wrists and restrain them over my head, a curtain of darkness now over my eyes. “It’s important for the game,” he said. “You’ll see.”
I heard the women come over. “You look lovely, dear,” I heard Carol say, hearing something like amusement and sexual excitement mingling in her voice.
“Enjoy the view,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“The game is thus,” Jason interjected. “One of our lovely ladies will sit between the legs of our victim, though we won’t say which one. She can do as she likes, the same as us. Then, after a fixed time interval, the women will switch. We’ll do that until Ben pees or comes or cries safe word. The woman who is on the table when he does is the loser. You ready, my friend?”
I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yeah.”
I felt someone get up on the table, though she didn’t so much as touch me yet. “Wait until you hear the timer start,” said Jason. There was a brief pause where I felt a slight tremor of apprehension. Then I heard an electronic blip.
Whatever scraps of control I felt I’d had were torn away in an instant. Whoever was between my legs wasted no time in taking her hands and running them along my sides, her nails spidering up and down. There were hands also scratching at my feet. For a moment, I was sure that it was Jason on the left, but I rapidly became disoriented.
I didn’t even have time to fight against the sensations, unlike Carol. In seconds, I just began laughing helplessly. I could feel myself trying to break the restraints out of reflex. I felt the stirrings of an erection.
Between my legs, the woman there started licking at my navel and moving up to my underarms. The pitch of my laughter went up a little; I was becoming aroused as her mound pressed lightly against me.
The ones at my feet had been moving their hands all over as I involuntarily writhed at the sensation. Grips changed and I felt a pair of wet tongues running over my bare feet. I cried out at the unexpected sensation, feeling a flush come into my cheeks, suddenly, desperately vulnerable to their machinations.
My laughter flowed in torrents, the restraints biting against my limbs. Despite the blindfold, I had shut my eyes, hoping for some sort of respite.
An electronic blip sounded and the sensations stopped. I tried to catch my breath as the presence between my legs departed and another took her place. I expected the same sensations again, but was surprised when the blip sounded indicating the start time. There was a brief pause and then I felt both women (one bent over, obviously) place their mouths on my nipples and suckling, their tongues working over them like cats.
I let out a long moan of pleasure and felt my breath come in gasps as erotic sensation came flooding in. I was quickly hard, feeling my member rest lightly against the one woman’s lower belly.
It was short-lived. I felt a hairbrush suddenly scratch vigorously at my left sole, Jason obviously trying to hold it in place. I burst out laughing at the sudden sensation, despite the erotic pleasures offered, all the more frustrating when they stopped. Then their wet tongues planted themselves in my armpits, their hands trailing down my sides. I tried to pull my arms down to no avail. My wrists began to ache and my laughter spiraled towards hysteria. I could feel tears in my eyes and I thought I felt hot. Sweat formed on my forehead.
The brush switched to the other foot, and I felt like I was burning. I lost some of my erection, but then the women stopped. The one between my legs held my member lightly in her hand and the other licked my nipple again. I gave a moaning hiccough at the bizarre crash of sensations.
The electronic blip went off and they stopped and switched. I gasped for breath, unsure about what would happen. The safe word never even entered my mind. I also expected them to say something, but it was quiet. They confirmed later that they wanted the entire experience to be sensory and not to tip off who was between my legs.
And then they began again. The other foot was being brushed, while the raw, sensitive one was being licked. The other was alternatively rubbing my nipples and then would pause to tickle under my arms, just to keep me aroused.
Tears were running down my cheeks, my stomach hurt with laughter as they went on. My limbs ached, and I felt flushed and sweaty as I struggled. I felt the push of sex and the pressure of my bladder mingling as I was tormented, my head whipping side to side. I felt I was at the breaking point.
Another blip and they switched again. Both feet got the hairbrush treatment and it was both horribly ticklish and painful, sparks of sensation traveling up my legs. The other was licking my navel, her hands in my underarms and then going down my ribs, her body pressed against me.
Sensations crackled like lightning across my body as I howled. I ached with sexual desire, but I was giving in to the pounding of my bladder. I nearly, sobbed knowing I was going to lose control and tried to hold it.
They stopped with the brushes and were licking my soles again. I strained, but knew it was over. My bladder felt strained and too hot. There was a painful shot through my lower belly. “I’m ll-oosing ittt!” I cried out. I felt the woman sit back, and then a soft towel was lovingly wrapped around my penis. I groaned and felt relief spread though me as I urinated into the towel, gasping at the unexpected pleasure of release.
I laid my head back, breathing hard. Then there was another blip. “You just couldn’t hold on another twenty seconds,” said Debbie, sounding slightly annoyed.
“…Not sorry…at all…” I gasped, catching my breath.
Debbie got off the table at which point I heard some whispered words. I wondered how much more I could take. Someone else got on the table, taking Debbie’s place and leaned over me. “Still able to use that thing?” Carol asked me in a whisper. She put her mouth over my nipple again, and my erection was quickly returned.
“Think so,” I said, licking my lips.
She stretched out on top of me, and I felt her put me inside of her. I moaned as she settled in and began sliding gently back and forth.
Though I was close, I was suddenly distracted by the sound of duct tape. My wife’s ankles were being taped to the sides of my calves. She placed her mouth on mine in a passionate kiss which suddenly ended.
Nnnnpphh-eehheee!” she squealed.
Jason’s voice came from the foot of the table. “Your bare soles are delicious, Carol.” And she was squealing and squirming against me, sliding up and down.
I felt Debbie’s tongue licking my right foot as well, cooing as she nuzzled me, causing me to snicker helplessly.
Despite being caught in the throes of passion, pumping against one another, we were giggling like children as our bare feet were licked. They switched up as well, both of them running their warm wet tongues over my wife’s bare feet and then mine.
When she could concentrate, I could feel Carol rub one of my nipples while she massaged her clit, despite bursting out laughing here and there as her toes were sucked.
Without warning, I felt Carol press down hard and gasp gently, her muscles pulling against me. She shuddered and groaned, pulsing up and down, heated moisture coming from her. It was more than enough to push me over the edge seconds later, feeling my testicles jump and then pulse in release as I came inside of her, lost in a haze of pleasure.
The licking stopped and we both lay there trembling in the aftershocks of orgasm, myself still blind to the world around me and still inside Carol. A couple of snips later, Carol’s ankles were freed. She kissed me gently and stroked my chin.
We lay there in a calming embrace, listening as our friends made love themselves in a corner, embroiled in their own passions having tormented me than watched us together.
“I guess I should get up,” said Carol after a long while. “You’re probably getting cramped, right?”
I smiled. “And I could use some water.”
I was so happy that night. I didn’t realize at that point that only being happy on Saturday nights would become a problem.
