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Left Alone

Part 4

As I sat there, stunned, Jen finished tying Christie down to the dining room table and went to the front door.  Opening it up, she let in her roomate.  She turned out to be a tall, skinny woman with straight, short, red hair.  "Hi Diana," Jen said giving her a quick kiss, glad you were able to make it.


Stepping into the dining room Diana took in the tableu with a smile.  She was obviously briefed on the phone by Jen, as she was nonplussed, "hmmmm, looks like you're having a fun time, I'm glad you called me dear.  I guess I got here right on time..."


"Impeccable timing as always," remarked Jen, "did you pick up the things I asked?"


Diana shook the bag she was carrying, "oh yea, and some other things that I thought you might want as well.  Do you plan to introduce me to your friends?"


Jen turned to me and said, "This is my favorite pilot, Jeremy, and the object on display is his little slut for a wife, Christie."


I rose and went over to Diana and offered her my hand.  "It's a pleasure."  I found it supremely interesting how little I was taken aback by the scene.  Me and Jen having a casual conversation, being introduced to her roommate.  However, we were completely naked and Christie meanwhile was writhing on the table, buck naked, tied in a spread-eagle position, and gagged with duct-tape. Oh well, just another interesting day I suppose.


Diana shook my hand and then looked over to Christie wriggling on the table, "oh, don't bother to get up, dear."  Then she opened her bag and brought out a tub of cool whip and a bottle of chocolate syrup.  Handing these to Jen she said, "I'll be right back, mind if I use your bathroom, Jer?"


I nodded my consent and looked to Jen who had taken the top off the coolwhip and was started to spread it over Christie's body.  I couldn't tell if it was excitement or the cold, because Christie was twitching beneath Jen's long fingers.  Her eyes were still wide open and she was making muffled sounds against her gag, all to no avail.  Jen proceeded to cover most of her exposed skin, paying special attention to her pert nipples and her soft flesh between her spread legs.


"Can I help?" I asked Jen.


"You can put on the finishing touches," she said handing me the chocolate syrup.  I opened the cap and proceeded to drizzle dark syrup over her.  I took my time pretending she was some outlandish dessert, making small swirls over her exposed breasts.  I trailed sticky syrup down each limb and made a puddle in her pussy.  I loved the way the chocolate oozed down her supple skin, making dark lines.  Having her sensuously slide her body on the table only added to the fun.


About this time I heard footsteps and saw Jen's roommate, Diana, returning.  She had stripped off her clothes and joined us in her birthday suit.  "I thought you had the right idea, and besides,  I don't want to make a mess of my clothes."  I admired her fine body.  She was tall, about 5 foot 10, and lean; she had no flab anywhere.  Her breasts weren't very large, but they were nice and pert.  Her legs were long and trim as well. I had to admit that Jen had very good taste in women!  She eyed Christie wiggling on the table, "Is our dessert ready yet?"


"I think so," observed Jen.  "Why don't we all dig in?"


With that all three of us moved to the table where my lovely wife was tied helpless and looking like a giant sundae.  Her tan skin was covered in white cream while the dark chocolate set the peaks and valleys of her form off in nice relief.  I started to lick the whipped cream off her legs.  It was very tasty.  It must have tickled, because Christie began to thrash across the table and only the tight bonds kept her from escaping.  I slowly licked my way up until I found myself at her wet pussy.  Despite being used like this, she must have found it higly exciting, because her juices were flowing steadily.  I loved the way the combination of tastes assaulted my senses, her pussy, the cream and the chocolate.  Yummmm!


I took a break for a moment and looked up.  Jen and Diana had gone on either side of the table and had met in the middle.  Each had one of Christie's tits in her mouth and were sucking and licking with abandon.  Whipped cream and chocolate were now all over their faces and hands.  Then they looked up and began to lick the icing off each other's faces as well.  What a sight it was, the two lovely women with icing and chocolate all over themselves deep kissing over my wife's naked, bound, heaving body.  And heaving it was.  Obviously my tonguing her pussy and the girls sucking her tits were causing all sorts of sensations in her.  She was thrashing about as much as her ties would allow.  I could see her pussy lips opening up and engorged beneath my face.  Her chest was heaving trying to take in more air and a constant series of noises were being made behind her taped lips.


As I bent back down to continue my lapping of Christie's tight little cunt, Jen put her hand out to stop me.  She explained to Diana who also gave her a quizical look, "She was a bad little whore earlier... couldn't even do a decent job of sucking Jeremy's cock.  I don't think she deserves an orgasm yet."


Diana smiled with a sly grin playing over her thin, sensual lips.  "Well, I also brought something else with me."  She picked up the bag the used to contain the whipped cream and chocolate syrup.  She reached deep inside it and pulled out something purple. 


Jen smiled and said, "Aha, you think of everything dear.  Our favorite toy, let me put it on."


"Oh no," smiled Diana, "you've been having fun all morning.  It's my turn... you are just so greedy at times!"


"Ok, you're right.  Let me help you at least."  And so saying, Jen took the purple toy from Diana and they went to the same side of the table.  Now I could see that it looked like the purple toy was in fact a ten inch long rubber dildo.  Not only that, but it had a harness attached.  "Aha, a strap-on," I said. "I've never seen one in the flesh before... or should I say, In the rubber."   This illicited a chuckle from the women.  Smiling, Diana positioned the base to her midsection, just above her pussy which  I now noticed had a small patch of red hair.  I guess the drapes matched the curtain.  Jen then attached the black straps around her waist, and around each firm thigh.  After pulling the cinches tight, the rubber dick poked straight out from between Diana's long legs.  Seeing her standing there in all her glory, with a large phallus sticking out, was an incredibly erotic sight.


While Diana made some last adjustments to their toy, Jen went and untied Christie's hands from the table.  Motioning to me, I untied her legs and held them as we flipped her over onto her stomach.  Either she was spent from the tongue-lashing, or just was resigned to being a piece of meat at our mercy, because Christie didn't fight us at all.  Jen then retied her hands together behind her back and we pulled her off the wet, sticky table.


We led her to the kitchen and I had to smile at the strange sight it was.  Jen, naked and sexy, leading my captive wife who was still covered with half-eaten whipped cream and chocolate.  I followed with Diana, both of us sporting large erections, only her's was bigger than mine and more purple.  It was an amazing, sexy, erotic parade through my normally tame house.


When we got to the kitchen, Jen pulled out one of the bar stools and pushed Christie over it face down.  Her tummy resting on the seat, she then tied her legs to the stools legs.  "Have at her, sweetie, she's all yours!" Jen said to her roomate, spanking Christie's ass-cheeks loudly.


"You are so thoughtful.  You remembered my favorite position," Diana smiled as she moved up behind Christie who had raised her torso as far as it could while trying to look behind her.  Christie's eyes were wide as Diana took her long dildo in her hand and positioned it against Christie's swollen lips.  Wiggling forward she fed that monster into her gaping pussy with a single hard thrust.  My helpless wife yelled against her gag and arched her back, only to fall forward once Diana had finished the invasion of her innermost flesh.  Diana put her hands on Christie's hips and began to thrust that purple monster repeatedly.


Pulling her up by her hair Jen said, "Okay whore.  Last time you did a really piss-poor performance sucking Jeremy off, so I'll give you one more chance.  Do a good job and don't spill a drop or you know what will happen, don't you?"


Christie just mumbled something, but she nodded her head as best she could.  Jen took the duct tape and ripped it off Christie's mouth savagely.  Still hard, I moved to my wife's head and raised it with my hands.  She obediently opened her mouth and took my shaft into her eager throat.  Diana was still going to town with her purple invader buried to the hilt and her hips thrusting it vigorously.  Christie was in the middle of a vigorous game of push-me, pull-you.  She was again gagging on my meat, but tried her best to give me a decent blow job. 


Meanwhile, Jen moved around to Diana and began to kiss her hard on the lips.  They were locked together in a furious embrace, while Diana continued her onslaught of Christie's pussy.  One of Diana's hands was now feeling Jen up while the other was holding onto Christie's bound wrists.  Every time she thrust that huge purple toy into my wife's snatch, it jammed my prick deep into the innermost recesses of her throat.  Oh my god, I couldn't believe that I was going to come again... three times in one morning.  I could feel that familiar pressure growing deep within my balls as they tightened up. 


I think Christie was cumming now, because she was thrashing as much as she could, tied and bent over the stool; while being simultaneously penetrated hard from both ends.  I finally couldn't take it anymore, and using her ears like handlebars, I plunged my hard member as far as it would go.  Hitting the back of her throat, I unleashed my fluid into her mouth.


Arching my back and straining for all I was worth, I let loose a cry and gave a few more mighty pumps of my hips.  I could feel my seed shoot from my rod into Christie's throat, but my helpless wife couldn't take it all and began to cough and sputter.  I pulled out and basically fell backwards onto the floor.  Christie was slumped over the stool, my cum dripping down out of her mouth across her lips.


Stretching back, feeling the immense waves of satisfaction roll through me, I looked up as Jen moved over to squat down next to Christie's face.  Putting her hand under her chin she raised her face to look straight into her eyes. "Dear, you really aren't very good at cock-sucking, are you?  I guess we'll have to keep this up until you can get it right."


As Jen moved around to take the strap-on from Diana, and start buckling it in place; Christie just went limp over the bar stool.




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