A blindfolded man is treated to the ultimate ménage by his inventive wife and her pervy protégée.

My wife is a confident, powerful and beautiful woman. Back when we were dating, I often wondered how I’d gotten so lucky. Oh, I’d dated beautiful women before, and I’m not all that bad looking myself. There is, however, a physical difference between us that sometimes causes people to wonder what she’s doing with me. Suzanne is a statuesque six feet tall, while I am about five-foot-seven if I stand up very straight. Add to this the fact that she always wears high heels, and you can understand why we often draw second glances from strangers. But neither of us cares the least bit what others think because we’ve developed a mutually satisfying, loving relationship that fulfills our deepest needs.

We recently celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary, and she gave me a better gift than I could have ever dreamed of receiving. The evening started out fairly low-key, with dinner at our favorite restaurant. Suzanne seemed particularly amorous all the way home. Once we got inside our front door, she showed me how hot she had become, pulling me close and kissing me long and hard.

Then she smiled and pulled a scarf from her pocket.

“Wait,” she said softly. “I have a surprise for you tonight. Let’s go to the room.”

She blindfolded me with the scarf and led me into our special room, a spare bedroom we had outfitted with a variety of accoutrements to enhance our sexual play. I heard her strike a match and caught a whiff of scented candles. Then there was a rustle of clothing that sounded like she was removing her dress. I soon knew I had guessed correctly as she kissed me lightly on the cheek and I felt her bare breast touching my arm. I was feeling a bit frustrated with the blindfold on, now that I knew Suzanne had undressed, because looking at her naked is one of my greatest pleasures. She has, as I mentioned, a statuesque body, generously endowed with sumptuous breasts and a nice round ass. Her great legs seem to go on forever, especially in the four-inch heels she always wears in “the room.” My cock was beginning to stiffen at the thought of what she might look like at that moment.

“Looking from one beautiful woman to the other, my mind began to race.”

“Stay still now,” she said. “Don’t try to touch me.”

This was a game we would often play: She loves to be the boss, and I am happy to let her take charge. Slowly, she began to undress me. She removed my shirt, gliding her hands lightly over my chest, tickling the hairs around my nipples. She continued with great care, undoing my belt, untying my shoes and helping me out of them, and sliding my socks off my feet. She stopped and breathed into my ear, her tongue flicking inside it, warm and wet. “Just back up and lie down now,” she whispered.

I backed up and felt the mattress behind me. As soon as I lay down, I heard her climb onto the bed. She pulled my pants down over my hips, and I felt her long hair brush against my bare thighs as she arranged my legs. Smooth hands caressed me, sliding up under the legs of my boxer shorts, fingernails lightly raking my flesh underneath them. The shorts were quickly yanked off and my cock sprang out, hard and standing straight up, begging to be touched.

My prayers were briefly answered when soft lips closed around the end of my shaft and a tongue lightly caressed the head before quickly releasing it. “You tease!” I muttered. “That’s torture.”

“Just relax and enjoy it,” Suzanne purred.

I felt the warmth of her body near me and could smell her strong perfume — she was wearing a totally new scent that night — and I longed to reach out and stroke her. But before I could move, I felt her fasten my wrist in a tight cuff that I knew was attached to one of the bedposts. I smiled with anticipation. This was a big part of her power trip and a favorite game of mine. She quickly fastened my other wrist and did the same with each of my ankles. I lay there spread-eagled, naked and blind in the fragrant darkness, hoping desperately that Suzanne would soon take pity on my raging erection.

With great relief, I felt her position herself on the mattress. I felt her warm breath against my skin, and once again velvet lips encircled the head of my cock. Her tongue swirled around the crown, causing me to moan softly, and then she swiftly and suddenly swallowed my entire length deep into her throat. Drawing her mouth back up slowly, lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, she again flicked her tongue back and forth over the ridge. I moaned with pleasure and tried to reach out, only to be quickly reminded that my hands were bound to the bedposts.

Using only her mouth, she pumped my cock up and down violently, her efforts shaking the bed. She would follow several fast, short strokes with a long plunge, taking me fully into her throat. Then she would pull up slowly, repeat her fast strokes, and again dive down deep. It was a different technique than she normally used, and I liked it — though I wondered where she’d suddenly learned it. But my concerns were minor, as I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of my cock being slowly and lovingly devoured over and over again.

She didn’t touch me except with her mouth. I felt her near me on the bed, but I couldn’t understand exactly how she was positioned because her long hair wasn’t touching me as it normally would. I couldn’t give this much thought, however, as I became increasingly distracted by my throbbing cock and the tingling in my balls.

Suzanne must have sensed my urgency because she began to move more quickly, her mouth massaging my entire shaft. With her pace quickening, her saliva was making moist, slurping noises as she rapidly changed directions. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m… gonna… come!” I gasped. I strained against my bonds, knowing I couldn’t move but desperately trying to grab her head and hold it where it was. The best I could accomplish was to arch my back a bit and pump my hips ineffectually at her mouth. She was holding about half of my erection between her lips when my body started to spasm, and I exploded into her throat. Stream after stream of come surged out of me. After several jets of semen entered her mouth, I felt her let go and put my spurting rod against her chest, rubbing me back and forth until I had spent my load. I was a little surprised at this because Suzanne usually swallowed every drop.

As I lay there catching my breath, I began to relax, drifting into that warm afterglow and enjoying the feeling of contentment. I felt Suzanne move her hips over mine and straddle my stomach while she removed my blindfold. The scarf fell away to reveal her smiling face above me in the flickering candlelight. She was wearing her favorite outfit: only her garter belt, stockings and heels. I noticed, however, that her tits were dry, when they should have been wet and covered with semen.

“Was that good?” she cooed.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped.

Then she moved off of me, lying on her side next to me.

“Well, you’d better thank Jennifer then,” she said with a nod over her shoulder.

I turned to look and there, standing at the side of the bed, was a tall, slim young woman I recognized as Suzanne’s friend and protégée from the office. She was a new junior executive at the firm, only a year out of business school. Suzanne was serving as her professional mentor and now, it appeared, her personal mentor, as well. This was a training exercise of which I heartily approved. Looking from one beautiful woman to the other, my mind began to race, imagining what might be in store for me. The options were lusty and many, but I willed myself to relax and surrender to their sensual plans — whatever they might be.

After I had finally overcome my initial shock, I drank in the scene with delight. Jennifer was wearing a red ribbon tied around her neck — I guess because she was my present. Drops of my semen covered her chest and chin, glistening in the dim light. Like Suzanne, she was dressed in a garter belt and stockings, and was also as tall as my wife, well over six feet in the stiletto pumps she was wearing — but that’s where the resemblance ended. Unlike my curvaceous middle-aged wife, Jennifer was a slim, coltish girl in her 20s with tiny, perky tits that seemed to be all nipples — nipples that were erect and sticking out like little rubber spikes. Her lean thighs and narrow hips made a delicious contrast to Suzanne’s voluptuous form, just as her pixie-short blonde hair differed from my wife’s luxurious, dark mane.

“Happy anniversary!” Jennifer said with a giggle, kissing me on the cheek. She looked at Suzanne and, with a nod from my wife, climbed onto the bed and moved up by my head. Turning her ass to me, she swung a leg over my head and straddled me so that her tight little butt was inches from my face.

“Now it’s your turn, honey,” I heard Suzanne say. “I’m trying to introduce Jennifer to some new activities she can try with her boyfriends. Make our guest feel welcome and rim her out a little.”

With that, Jennifer lowered her sweet ass so that she was sitting on my face. I felt completely captive, my body pinned to the bed by my bonds and my head held in place between her supple thighs. I couldn’t raise my head, but I poked my tongue out as far as I could and began to plant wet kisses all around her asshole. Then I ran my tongue along the line where her ass met the tops of her thighs. When I had covered as much as I could reach, she shifted her position and let me continue running my tongue up her crack. I felt my cock awakening again.

“Very good, sweetie,” Suzanne said from somewhere nearby. “Somehow I knew you’d love licking her ass. Now tongue-fuck her. Let her feel your tongue sliding in and out of her ass like a little cock.”

I drove my face between her cheeks as best I could and forced my tongue into her anus. Lapping at her rosebud, I alternately rimmed around the edge and probed it with my tongue. She pushed down, nearly covering my whole face, and I began to poke my tongue in and out as quickly as I could. Jennifer was moaning and wiggling against me, and I felt proud that I could elicit such a response from this beautiful goddess.

My cock was getting harder. I wanted badly to grab it — anything to release some tension — but the way they had me bound, I could barely move a muscle.

I suddenly felt a wet, searing heat against my shaft. Suzanne had climbed onto the bed and was straddling my waist. With my cock lying erect against my stomach, my wife’s cunt lips were caressing the underside of the shaft. She let them slide slowly upward, first touching my balls and then moving her wetness all the way up near the crown. I started writhing desperately, trying to push the head inside her, but it was hopeless — I was held too firmly in place. She moved around a little more, as if positioning herself, and finally came to rest with her labia caressing the middle of my shaft on each side, and my cockhead squeezed up between my stomach and her pubic hair.

“I could only watch as these two imperious women made passionate love.&rdquo

I could sense some activity going on above me but, secured as I was, I couldn’t see a thing except Jennifer’s ass. Finally, she leaned forward a bit, and I caught a glimpse of the mirrored ceiling. My wife and her young friend, as they sat astride me, were making out furiously. They were kissing deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths and their hands roaming over each other’s breasts. After seeing a few seconds of this, the pressure in my cock was becoming unbearable.

As I contemplated this exquisite torture, Jennifer abruptly rose off me and moved down to where Suzanne still sat atop me.

“You’ve been so good, sweetheart,” Suzanne said to me with a smile. “It’s time you got a reward.” Turning to Jennifer, she added, “This is one of my favorite parts.”

She then raised on her haunches and, taking my eager cock in her hand, guided it between her pussy lips. I let out a gasp as the head finally penetrated her cunt, and Suzanne paused for a second. Then she lowered her hips very slowly until she had enveloped the full length of me. I wanted to immediately start thrusting wildly and tried, but my bonds were so tight I could barely move my hips an inch off the bed. My wife slowly rose again until my cock reappeared, inch by inch. Adding to my sweet agony, when she reached the top, she jerked upward and let me fall out of her.

I cried out in dismay, but she simply turned to her friend and said, “Now you.” My wife moved off me, and Jennifer took her place straddling my waist. She took the same approach as her mentor, reaching for my cock and guiding it to her opening. She seemed more eager than Suzanne, however, as she quickly lowered her hips and swallowed me to the hilt.

It was an amazing sensation. She was perhaps a bit wetter inside than my wife, but tighter nonetheless. Her hard nipples were pointing straight out above me, and I wanted more than anything to be able to reach up and grab them, even suck them, just touch them any way I could. As I writhed beneath her, unsuccessfully trying to move inside her even a bit, she looked me straight in the eyes, smiled devilishly, and then flexed the muscles of her vagina, seizing my shaft in a vise-like grip for a second before relaxing. My eyes rolled back in my head as I pulled against my restraints, gasping for breath. Then, like Suzanne had done, she slowly slid off me, leaving my poor cock out in the cold again.

She moved to the side, and Suzanne took her place. She repeated the same torturous technique, inserting my rock-hard dick into her cunt for a moment and releasing it, only to be replaced by Jennifer again. They repeated this over and over, switching places on my cock several times, until I was practically screaming with a combination of pleasure and disappointment.

Finally, they both slid off the mattress and stood together at the side of the bed. Their faces were flushed, and they were breathing heavily. No doubt they had enjoyed this almost as much as I had. I looked at my wife hopefully. Perhaps now I would finally get to relieve the tension in my cock.

Suzanne read my mind and gently ordered me to hold off. “Not yet, my love,” she said. “Ladies first.”

With that she took Jennifer’s hand and led her toward the big couch on the opposite side of the room. I watched their sweet asses swaying in unison as they sashayed across the floor, their gorgeous legs looking a mile long in their heels. Suzanne positioned Jennifer on her back on the couch and then climbed atop her in the 69 position. I could barely move far enough to see, but my eyeballs were popping out of my head. I was desperate to rub myself against something — anything — but my shackles made it impossible.

I could only watch as these two imperious women made passionate love. They had delayed their gratification as long as I had, and it showed in the way they hungrily devoured each other. Sounds of moaning, licking and sighing filled the room as my wife and her young protégée brought each other to orgasm again and again.

When they finally got up from the couch, I had a dull ache in my balls from being so stimulated without being able to come. I gratefully watched the two of them approach the bed. I was too dazed to even speak.

Suzanne took a vibrator from the drawer of the bedside table. Jennifer stood aside as my wife turned it on and slid the vibrator up my thigh toward my crotch. Again and again she did this from both sides. Finally, she ran the rumbling toy up the shaft of my cock, and I moaned loudly at the sensation.

“Do you like that, honey?” she said. The question did not need an answer, but I nodded my head anyway. As she continued to rub the head of the vibrator against the underside of my penis, Jennifer began stroking my shaft with her hand. “Okay, darling,” Suzanne cooed as Jennifer started to jerk me off rapidly. “You can come now.”

I instantly erupted. The release was incredible, and jet after jet of hot semen splashed onto my stomach. “Good boy,” my wife purred. I’d never come like that before. I felt faint and dizzy, but the feeling was wonderful. Jennifer milked every last drop of fluid out of my twitching cock, but the spasms continued until I was exhausted.

As I lay there panting, Suzanne pulled Jennifer to her and thrust her tongue down her throat in a passionate kiss.

Later, after I expressed my delight to Suzanne over Jennifer’s “progress,” the three of us got together again — only this time Jennifer requested that she be the one shackled to the bed.

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From Penthouse Variations on Three-ways (Cleis Press) on sale now at your favorite bookstore and Amazon.com.