It took me a long time to own up to my fantasy with my boyfriend. It wasn’t that I was into anything that crazy, but I’d always been afraid of speaking up about anything that wasn’t mainstream. I wanted him to tie me up and use sex toys on me to make me come until I was begging him to stop… and then have him keep going until he actually wanted to stop. I’d been shy about telling him, but once I got it out in the open and realized he was genuinely excited about it, it was game on.

I seemed to be walking around in a constant state of arousal, excited to see how we would explore it. Steve suggested we go buy some sex toys and bondage gear together since we didn’t have much to work with at home.

I thought I would be embarrassed walking into a store that sold sex stuff, but I was too eager to care. I’d always done my shopping for anything naughty online, so it was thrilling to see it all laid out. I could see walls of sex toys, a corner that looked like it had BDSM equipment, rows of porn, and lots of stuff I couldn’t immediately identify.

A cute blue-haired employee in tiny shorts and a tight cotton T-shirt that did nothing to hide her perky tits appeared and asked, “Anything I can help you folks with?”

Steve gave her a charming smile, so I knew he had noticed the perky tits, too, but he answered, “No thanks. We’re just browsing for now.”

“Just give me a shout if you have any questions. I’m happy to help,” she said before wandering back to the cash register, giving us a glimpse of her ass in those shorts.

That was all it took for her to become part of my fantasy. I bet she knew exactly how to work a sex toy, and two people driving me wild with toys was surely better than one. I tucked the idea away but didn’t say anything. I’d never even expressed an interest in other women, much less something that drastic.

“Should we start with bondage?” Steve asked, pointing to what was clearly the BDSM section.

I nodded and followed him to the corner, getting turned on by the sight of rope and cuffs. The paddles and other implements didn’t do it for me, but the idea of being helpless got me so hot.

We had an easy enough time finding some cuffs that didn’t look too terrifying and some rope to go along with them. I kept sneaking glances at the blue-haired employee, and something about being in such a sexually liberated space was making me feel more adventurous than usual.

I eventually mumbled to Steve, “How would you feel about adding her to our fantasy?”

He smiled but hesitated, and I think he was trying to gauge whether I was serious.

“I’d be open to that,” he said cautiously.

“Me, too! Think she gets propositioned for stuff like this all the time?”

“Probably,” he laughed, “but we’ve got nothing to lose by asking, right? I mean, we might kind of be sexually harassing her in her workplace, but if it comes from you — girl-to-girl, it might feel less aggressive?”

I waggled my eyebrows at him and went to find her. He looked impressed when I returned with her in tow and said, “Kyra, this is Steve. Steve, Kyra is game to help us with my fantasy. We’ve talked about starting with it just being the two of you using toys on me, but if that goes well, we can talk about trying other things.”

Our shopping excursion was even more exciting than I had hoped because we had an expert helping us to pick out toys — but she wasn’t just helping us to pick them! She would be helping us use them, too. My panties were soaked by the time we left with multiple shopping bags and a date with our new friend Kyra.

When the night we’d planned finally arrived, Steve and I were both giddy with excitement. We spent the hours leading up to Kyra’s arrival giving each other teasing touches and knowing looks.

She finally arrived wearing a tiny black dress and towering black heels. She looked like a little evil pixie in all the best ways.

After the initial greetings, she said, “Not that I’ve done something like this a ton of times, but I’ve done it enough to know we just need to jump right in. If we try to chill and make conversation first, it only lets the anticipation build into awkwardness and it gets harder and harder to make a move. We all know what we’re here for… wanna get started?”

We all laughed with relief and agreed, heading to the bedroom where we’d laid out all the toys and bondage gear.

Steve and I ended up being clueless when it came to tying someone up, even with cuffs to make it easy, so we were glad Kyra was there to show off her skills.

Before I could give too much thought to what was happening, I was tied up on my back on the bed with my knees pulled up to my shoulders, pussy spread wide open. I’d never felt more exposed. Or more turned-on.

“Do you want to wear a gag, too?” Kyra asked.

Before I could answer, Steve responded with, “No. I want to hear her beg.”

This seemed to be opening up a whole new side of my usually mild-mannered boyfriend, and I was into it.

They didn’t talk much after that, but they got down to the action.

Kyra took a toy that looked like a shoulder massager with a big, round vibrating head on the end of it and pressed it gently against my clit. At first it wasn’t vibrating; she just slowly applied pressure, teasing me to greater arousal. I sighed and relaxed back, enjoying the attention as Steve began to tease my nipples, rolling and pinching them lightly between his fingertips.

I jerked in surprise when Kyra switched on the vibrate function, unprepared for how intense it was going to get and how I was suddenly going to be much more aware of the fact that I couldn’t move because I was tied up.

She turned it up even higher, expertly rubbing across my clit in perfect little movements until I was on the brink of an orgasm. I couldn’t believe how quickly she’d gotten me there, but just as I was about to come, she pulled the toy away, grinning at me in delight.

“Grab that one,” she instructed my boyfriend, clearly in her element.

I didn’t see what he’d picked up at first, but I felt something nudging against my slick cunt. Just as Steve managed to slide the toy inside me, Kyra turned the massager back on and went back to using it on my clit.

It took less than a minute for me to come to the most exquisite orgasm of my life. I didn’t recognize the guttural sounds coming out of my mouth and didn’t care. 

Neither of them stopped or slowed down, Steve continuing to thrust the toy in and out of my clenching pussy, and Kyra rubbing a perfect vibrating rhythm across my clit. I came two more times in quick succession, pushing my legs out against my bonds even though they barely budged.

I was ready for a break from the intensity, so I laughed, “That was amazing, but can we stop for a second and give me a break?”

“Nope,” Steve said immediately. “This is what you asked for. If you really want to stop, use your safe word, but then we’ll have to untie you and be done. You specifically told me to keep going even if you begged.”

They both started moving the toys again, but this time, I felt something small and slick press against the tight bud of my asshole. It slid in, followed by another and another, so I guessed it had to be anal beads. The extra stimulation was sweet torture. I’d never done much ass-play, so I was initially insecure about it, but it was hard to hold on to thoughts about anything for long, except how amazing it felt. 

I came again and again. It was too much, but they kept going. Steve switched to a bigger toy, stretching my pussy deliciously as he fucked me with it. One of them started pulling the beads out one at a time, driving me wild with anticipation as I waited for the next one to spread my ass just a little before slipping out.

Next came a butt plug. I knew it was going to be the biggest thing I’d ever had in my ass, so I was worried it might hurt, but I was so turned on, and they worked it in so slowly that there was no pain. When it reached the widest part, I came again, pushing it back out as I clenched my asshole with pleasure. The next time, they managed to get it all the way in. I felt so full with a big toy in my pussy and a plug filling my ass. It made me want to try double penetration. I wondered if the next time we did this, Kyra could fuck me in the ass with a strap-on as Steve fucked my pussy. All my inhibitions seemed to have fallen away, and I wanted to try more of everything.

“Think we could try double penetration next time?” I voiced aloud, panting raggedly between words as they paused.

“Next time?” Kyra smirked. “Why don’t we try it now?”

They untied some of my bonds, pulled the toys out of my ass and pussy, and rolled me over on top of Steve’s incredibly hard cock. He thrusted inside of me and began fucking my cunt in wonderfully forceful strokes.

Kyra didn’t have a strap-on with her, but she slowly worked a dildo into my ass and fucked me with it. It was everything I hoped it would be. I lost track of how many times I came before Steve filled my pussy with his come.

Next time we would have to try more. And I needed to even the score with Kyra. For the first time, I wondered what another woman’s pussy tasted like, and I couldn’t wait to find out.