“What if I tied you down?” Ryan asked me.

“What if?” I challenged in return.

I didn’t see anything odd in the question. Ryan ties me down often. It’s one of our favourite ways to play, with me bound and him able to do anything and everything. He enjoys using cuffs or rope. Over the years, he’s become quite a connoisseur where bondage is concerned. Apparently, this is what he wanted to talk to me about.

“And what if…what if I invited over friends?”

Friends to do what? To watch? To participate? Both ideas were fuelling unanticipated arousal in me.

“One friend, actually,” he continued when I didn’t immediately balk. “What if Jack came over?”

“What would he be coming over for?” I asked tentatively. I like Jack. He’s a kind-hearted guy with shaggy brown hair and bulging biceps.

“To watch and learn.”

I wanted to know more before I agreed, but I was already planning on agreeing. My pussy was wet at the thought of Jack watching—whatever it was he would be watching.

“It came up in conversation.”

“It?” I asked.

“That I like to tie you down.”

“How did it come up?”

“Well, I was smiling. And he said, ‘Why are you smiling like that?’”

“And you said bondage.”

“Something like that.”

“How like that?”

“He said he wanted to add a little spice to his life, and I said our sex life was plenty spicy.”

“So now he’s going to observe?” I was aware that Jack had a girlfriend. But I could think of worse ways to spend a Friday night than having him watch Ryan fuck me.

“If you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind, and on the appointed night I found myself stripped down while hunky Jack sat on our easy chair and Ryan cuffed me to the bed.

“See?” he said to his friend. “I have her stretched out with her wrists over her head.” Then he splayed my legs and bound each ankle to the bedposts.

“So I need a four-poster?” Jack wanted to know.

“It’s not mandatory,” Ryan said. “But the four-poster makes things easy.”

Ryan began pulling out different devices and explaining their uses to Jack. I could have been clothed for this display. Why was I naked during all of this? I could have been wearing lingerie or even yoga gear.

“You could bind her faceup or facedown,” Ryan told his friend. “You can only do her wrists or only do her ankles. There are no hard rules.”

Upon hearing the word “hard,” my gaze wandered to Jack’s crotch. Was he hard? I was wet. Could he tell?

Ryan was still explaining. “You’ll want to give her a safeword, in case things get too intense, and I would suggest not using a gag until both of you are really comfortable.”

That’s when Jack said, “Actually, my girlfriend and I broke up…”

Ryan looked at me.

There was a moment of silence in the room. Jack was single? And I was tied to the bed. I winked at Ryan. He said, “What do you think?”

This time he was talking to me.

“Jack held my hips tight as he fucked me, and I let myself go.”

I nodded, feeling my breath catch. Ryan and I had discussed inviting a third into our bedroom before, but we’d never acted on our fantasies.

“Want to join us?” Ryan queried.

“You game?” Jack asked me, sounding excited.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

And then we went from him watching to him doing. Jack undressed and held himself over me as Ryan offered instructions. He slowly, gently, dragged the tip of his cock between my pussy lips. I whimpered. I was so horny from the way Ryan had been talking about me. I couldn’t hold back. Ryan got naked, too. I could see him from the corner of my eye. He motioned for me, and I turned my head to the right, so I could blow him while Jack fucked me. There were no more instructions. We were all acting on instinct.

I used all of Ryan’s favourite tricks as I sucked his dick, but mostly I paid attention to Jack. Our friend was grunting as he plunged his cock inside me, occasionally whispering, “Oh, Jesus. Oh, Christ. Oh, yeah.”

As the pace and intensity of his thrusts increased, I felt myself growing closer to climaxing — and Ryan was right there with me.

When Ryan came, I swallowed every drop of his load. Then my man stepped back and watched me with his friend. Jack held my hips tight as he fucked me, and I let myself go, appreciating every last inch of his cock, every second of the pleasure.

Ryan moved to the other side of the bed. I saw him working a hand up and down the shaft of his shiny cock. He was at full mast once more, and I wondered if he was waiting for his turn inside my pussy. I had no idea how the evening would end up, and I didn’t care. However, we finished was fine with me. Because this was the sexiest night of my life.

When Jack came, I came, too.

Watch and learn? It turned out to be a night of eye-opening experiences for all of us!

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