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Sometimes A Flat Tire Is A Good Thing
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A woman's life is changed when she and the man who 
stops to change her flat tire hit it off. A romantic 
tale with a BDSM theme. (MF, exh, bi, bd, sm, orgy, 
rom)

***

Have you ever noticed that the longer you have been 
horny, the nastier your fantasies tend to be? And the 
more apt you are to do something stupid? I have always 
had some pretty wild fantasies. The idea of being 
dominated by some big strong guy really turns me on. 
The idea of being forced to do things that I would 
never do of my own free will. I masturbate to those 
fantasies just about everyday. 

For instance, I have never had sex with more than one 
man at a time. But the idea of being ordered by a man 
to entertain his friends really excites me. The idea of 
being exposed in public, not just a glimpse of thigh 
mind you, but exposed, to any number of strangers, that 
turns me on.

Those are the sort of fantasies that I have, and if I 
haven't been laid in a while, the desire to be 
controlled like that can be almost overwhelming.

I am a thirty-two year old, reasonably attractive, 
natural redhead. I have been divorced for three years 
now. Since I don't know you I can admit that it was 
mostly my fault, but not entirely. It takes a lot of 
patience to put up with most men. You have to give me 
that.

The last couple of years of our marriage we were 
fighting too much to have a regular sex life. After the 
divorce I didn't want anything to do with men for a 
while. 

But then I started getting horny. I have always loved 
sex. I don't know that I would say that I was 
promiscuous. I had sex for the first time when I was 
fifteen. I only had three steady boyfriends in high 
school, and two more in the two years that I went to 
college. I never slept with anyone that I wasn't going 
steady with. 

I quit college when I got married and at first I didn't 
work outside of the home. I was a full time housewife, 
but for me that was too boring. I was going stir crazy. 
I spent the entire day waiting for my husband to get 
home so that I would have someone to talk to. So I 
found a decent job. We didn't need the money, so my 
income was just gravy. Money we could blow on vacations 
or gadgets or whatever.

Luckily, as my marriage began to disintegrate, my job 
skills improved and I began to advance at work. When 
the marriage finally came crashing down, my ex and I 
divided everything up and called it quits. 

During those first few years of marriage the sex had 
been great. I missed that. I had not gone out on my 
first date for nearly a year after the divorce. Now, 
two years later, I have dated just four men, only one 
of them more than once.

I had recently gone out with a guy I had met when he 
stopped to fix a flat tire for me, and we kind of hit 
it off. One of the things that I liked about him was 
that he was, potentially, that strong, dominant man of 
my fantasies. In other words, he is something of a 
misogynist. 

It had been more than a year now, almost two, since I 
had been intimate with anyone. Those kinky fantasies 
were really starting to get to me. I had thought about 
going somewhere to get picked up and just have some 
casual sex. It was tempting, but I knew that I wouldn't 
be satisfied.

I had gone out with Kyle twice now. He was something of 
a mystery man. He had told me almost nothing about 
himself. I didn't know what he did for a living. I knew 
that he drove a Mercedes and wore a Rolex. But I 
couldn't swear that he was single, or even that he 
actually worked for a living. On our first two dates he 
had been the perfect gentleman. 

Tonight would be our third date. We were going out to 
dinner and then to a club. He was picking me up in half 
and hour, but as instructed, I was wearing nothing but 
my robe. He was bringing my outfit for the evening with 
him. I was looking forward to finding out what he 
wanted to see me in.

Kyle arrived ten minutes early and I let him in. I felt 
kind of strange, being dressed in only a short, thin 
robe. I was nearly naked. He was such an overpowering 
presence that when I let him in I really felt 
vulnerable. I was not surprised when I realized that I 
found that vulnerability exciting.

He kissed me on the forehead and handed me the small 
box that my dress was in. I smiled at him and told him 
that I would be right out. Then I hurried to my bedroom 
and opened the box. There was a note on top of the 
tissue paper inside. 

The note instructed me to wear the items in the box, 
and except for my shoes, only the items in the box. 

I reached inside and found a beautiful little black 
silk dress. It was trimmed with lace. In fact, it 
looked almost like a slip. The box also contained a 
pair of lace trimmed, thigh high, black stocking. There 
were no other undergarments!

I held the dress up and looked in the mirror. I don't 
believe that I had ever worn a dress this short before. 
It occurred to me to wonder if Kyle could read minds. 
Did he know about my dark fantasies? Had he somehow 
been able to tell from the things I said and the things 
I did that I had a dark side, an unexplored dark side? 
That was a scary thought.

I pulled the hose on and then slipped the dress down 
over my head and let it fall down over my hips. It was 
very beautiful, and very sexy. But did he really intend 
for me to wear this without underwear?

I put my shoes on and turned around in front of the 
mirror. I certainly looked hot. Everything appeared to 
be covered, but just barely. My nipples were obvious to 
even a casual glance.

I checked my hair and makeup again and went back out to 
the living room. 

Kyle stood up when I came in. The look on his face said 
it all. He loved it.

"Kyle," I asked. "Are you sure about this? Did you 
really intend for me to go out like this?"

"Gail, you are absolutely beautiful!" he exclaimed. 
"Please, turn around."

I turned slowly, very aware of his eyes on my body. I 
was also aware that I felt very sexy, and I was pretty 
sure that Kyle was going to get lucky tonight.

I smiled and shrugged and grabbed for my purse. 

Fifteen minutes later we were entering an exclusive and 
very expensive restaurant and Kyle was greeted by the 
staff by name! I was impressed. Most people couldn't 
even get into this place without waiting for weeks.

We were shown to a quiet booth and enjoyed a long, 
quiet, romantic dinner. We talked quietly, but I 
continued to notice that Kyle avoided any direct 
questions about himself very artfully. I sometimes 
didn't even notice that he hadn't answered my 
questions. 

I, on the other hand, seemed to be answering all sorts 
of questions about myself. I seemed to talk freely 
about my past, my present, even some very intimate 
details about my life that I would not normally share 
on a third date, if at all. I knew I was saying more 
than I should, but I didn't seem to be able to stop 
myself. I was not normally this forthcoming. Maybe it 
was that delicious wine.

After one of the best meals that I had ever eaten, and 
I am sure it was also one of the most expensive, we 
left for the club. I had never heard of the club he was 
taking me to. Something called, "Secrets" somewhere 
down near the waterfront. 

Kyle pulled up and parked and we got out. There were no 
lights anywhere to indicate a place of business. Kyle 
took my arm and escorted me across the packed parking 
lot and I noticed that all of the cars were new, or 
nearly new, and very expensive. There was even a 
separate section where a group of stretch limos was 
parked. 

This was definitely piquing my interest. No lights, no 
sound, and a club that I had never heard of. 

As we walked, Kyle spoke quietly. "This is a very 
exclusive club, with a very exclusive clientele. I 
suspect that you are going to see things in here that 
you have only imagined. I think that I know you well 
enough to know that you have imagined them though."

I looked at him, but what could I say to a strange 
statement like that?

We approached a heavy, metal door and as we approached, 
the door suddenly opened. A handsome man in a tuxedo 
said, "Mr. Wells, I'm so glad you could come this 
evening." 

Then he raised a finger and a woman came out of nowhere 
to escort us to our table. A totally nude woman! Well, 
not totally nude, she was wearing a thick, tight, 
leather collar that looked very uncomfortable. I wasn't 
expecting that. She was young and beautiful and never 
once spoke or looked us in the eye.

Kyle took my arm and we followed the girl with the cute 
ass to a booth in the darkened main room. There was 
quiet music playing and if you listened closely you 
could hear the murmur of hushed conversations coming 
from other booths around the large room. The booths 
were all situated so that, except when you walked by 
them, you could not see into any other booth but your 
own.

The ceiling was black and the walls were black velvet 
and there was almost no light in the booths. There was 
only enough light so that you could see to walk to your 
booth.

We slid into the booth and the young naked woman left 
us, without ever having said a word. I would have asked 
Kyle what kind of place this was, what the hell was 
going on, but I didn't even know what to say. I had 
never been anywhere like a strip club or a topless bar 
or anything like that before. For some reason, I found 
the sight of a naked woman escorting us to our table 
exciting. I even found myself wondering what it would 
be like to escort fully dressed strangers around all 
evening while wearing nothing more than a leather 
collar.

I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on 
here and I realized after a while that Kyle was 
watching me.

I smiled up at him and said, "Yes?"

He said, "I was just wondering what your reaction would 
be, so far so good."

"What kind of place is this?" I finally asked.

"I would rather not spoil the surprise. Just relax and 
expand your horizons," he said cryptically.

I shrugged and sat back and another naked lady appeared 
with a tray. She put two drinks down on the table, 
along with a selection of exotic cheeses. 

Neither of us had ordered anything. I was curious about 
what I had been served. Kyle and I had not been given 
the same drink. I took a sip of mine and I had no idea 
what it was, but it was the most delicious drink that I 
had ever tasted!

"What is this?!" I asked. 

He smiled for the first time since we had left my 
apartment. "It is a house specialty. Its ingredients 
are a closely guarded secret."

"What are you drinking?" I asked.

"I don't know," he answered.

I saw several lights come on and shine on a black 
velvet curtain. The curtain began to move and for the 
first time I realized that there was a stage there. The 
curtain opened up and I saw a large, circular bed 
covered in black velvet.

There were other things on the stage, but I couldn't 
identify them yet.

Two women approached the stage, both nude. The first 
was leading the second with a leash attached to her 
collar. The second woman's wrists were fastened with 
large, leather wrist cuffs held together by a short 
length of chain. 

The first woman looked very stately and self assured, 
something that must be hard to pull off when you are 
naked and wearing a dog collar.

The second woman looked nervous. Her eyes never left 
the floor. 

I glanced at Kyle and he was watching me carefully. I 
smiled nervously and gulped down my drink quickly.

As soon as the empty glass touched the table a nude 
woman brought me another. I smiled at her and tried to 
thank her, but she never looked up and never spoke.

As the waitress, I guess she would still be called a 
waitress, moved silently back into the shadows I looked 
back at the stage. The first woman was securing the 
second woman's wrists to a cable hanging down from the 
ceiling. 

Then she dropped to her knees and attached cuffs to her 
ankles, securing her legs to loose chains that held 
them spread what looked to be uncomfortably far apart. 
I had now seen four naked women in this club, and, 
except for the hair on their heads, not one of them had 
a hair anywhere on her body, at least not as far as I 
could tell.

The woman on stage had finished securing her companion 
to the restraints and she stepped away and stood 
against the curtain at the back of the stage. She 
reached up and touched something and I watched in 
amazement as the girl in the chains was slowly lifted 
up by her arms. Her feet were about six inches off of 
the stage and held widely separated by the ankle cuffs. 

Her arms were straight over her head and she was lifted 
until she was pulled taught by her restraints. She 
didn't look up, or cry out, or make any sound as far as 
I could tell.

I looked at Kyle again, but he was still watching me. I 
had to stop for a minute and decide how I felt about 
what I was witnessing. Although, to be honest, I didn't 
know yet what I was witnessing. 

I realized that no deep soul searching was required. I 
didn't know what was happening, but I was excited. I 
was feeling a definite itch between my thighs.

Kyle reached over and I thought he was putting his arm 
around my waist. Instead he said quietly, "Lift up."

I did, without even thinking about it. As soon as my 
butt was off of the leather seat he pulled my skirt up 
to my waist.

I cannot imagine allowing anyone else, ever, at anytime 
in my life to do that to me, to order me to allow him 
to pull my dress up, exposing me in public. But he 
wasn't done yet. As soon as I had sat back down he 
pulled the dress up and pulled it off over my head! The 
amazing thing though, is that I didn't resist at all! 

Kyle placed my dress on the bench beside him and then 
he pulled me closer. I was feeling very warm all over. 
My whole body was tingling and I seemed to be totally 
without inhibitions. I knew I was horny, but this was 
totally out of character.

He let his gaze wander over my body and instead of 
feeling self conscious or embarrassed, I felt…. god, I 
don't know. I guess I felt owned. I had surrendered to 
Kyle. I didn't understand it, but I was enjoying it. 

I took another big sip of my drink and as soon as I put 
it down another arrived. I took a sip and looked back 
at the girl on the stage. 

It was fascinating, the way she just hung there in 
total surrender. No crying or screaming or begging. 
Just hanging there like a decoration. I wasn't wearing 
a watch, and I didn't really have an impression of time 
passing. Perhaps it was the drinks that were distorting 
time. Or maybe it was the excitement.

When a large, handsome, man who appeared to be in his 
early thirties walked out onto the stage I looked up 
and then I glanced at Kyle. When I looked back the well 
dressed man was walking around the girl slowly, looking 
at her closely, touching her. She didn't seem to react 
at all.

I could see them speaking, briefly. But I had no idea 
what was said. Or maybe I should say that he was 
talking to her. I didn't really see her say anything.

After several minutes spent exploring her body, the man 
turned towards the other woman, who still stood at the 
back of the stage and held out his hand. She hurried 
forward and handed the man on stage what looked like a 
stick. 

He walked around her again, now tracing her body with 
the black stick in his hand. I saw the man move 
suddenly and I heard an incredibly loud crack as he 
whipped the young woman right across her tightly 
stretched breasts. 

She screamed in pain, and then was quiet again. Still 
not begging or crying. The man started walking around 
her, hitting very hard, over and over, in a different 
place each time. On her breasts, her ass, her stomach, 
her thighs, her back. Just everywhere! Each time he 
struck her she cried out in pain. But as far as I could 
tell, she never asked him to stop. She never asked to 
be released. 

I was noticing the strangest thing as I watched what 
was taking place on stage. Well, I noticed two things, 
actually. I noticed that for the first time, Kyle 
touched me. He placed his hand on my thigh and the heat 
from his hand was unbelievable. 

Do you remember when you were a virgin, and you were 
touched for the first time by someone of the opposite 
sex? It was the most exciting thing in the world, that 
first touch. It takes your breath away. 

The touch of Kyle's hand on my thigh had that same 
effect on me. I was so turned on that my breathing was 
strained.

The other thing that I had noticed was that, as I 
watched that man punish that poor young woman with that 
riding crop, or whatever it was, I had been nearing an 
orgasm, without even being touched! 

So when Kyle's hand touched my thigh that was all that 
it took. That made two firsts for me, being naked in a 
public place. I had never been naked outside of my 
apartment, and seldom outside of my bathroom. 

And an orgasm in a public place, and the only thing he 
was touching was my thigh, my thigh and my mind.

I could see the bright red stripes beginning to appear 
on the girl's flesh as she was beaten. I could see 
tears rolling down her cheeks and dropping onto her 
pert young breasts. But still she was quiet, except for 
her scream when she was struck. 

I would have been screaming steadily to be released, 
fighting those cuffs, anything to get out of that 
beating. Not her, she was taking it. Then I noticed 
something else. Her nipples were hard. I also noticed 
the gleam of moisture on her thighs. She was turned on! 
She was being beaten, rather severely, and it excited 
her!

The man finally stopped hitting her. I would swear that 
she was disappointed. He walked around her, running his 
fingers over body, touching the red marks that 
decorated her flesh. He nodded to the other woman and 
she lowered the poor young woman until her feet once 
more touched the floor.

Then she came forward and unfastened the ankle 
restraints, and finally the wrist restraints. 

The girl who had been whipped almost fell to the floor 
but the other woman supported her and led her a few 
feet to the black velvet covered bed. She got onto the 
bed and, her wrist cuffs were removed. 

She was helped up onto her hands and knees and then the 
woman who had been helping her stood back and the man 
who had beaten the girl turned toward the audience and 
nodded.

I watched in shock as, two or three at a time, men 
started coming out of the audience and having sex with 
the girl on the bed. Usually two at a time, but once 
she was taken by three men. 

While they were using her like that, the other woman 
dropped to her knees in front of the man who had done 
the whipping, pulled out his very large cock, and 
sucked it, right there in front of everyone.

I suppose I should have been…., I don't know, upset, 
offended, even insulted that Kyle would think that this 
kind of show would appeal to me. The problem with that 
is that I was so fucking hot right now that if he had 
pulled me up on that stage and tossed me onto that bed 
to get fucked by the other guests, I would have gone 
gladly. 

Kyle said, "That young woman who was just whipped, the 
one that is taking on all of those men from the 
audience right now, that's her husband watching. The 
woman sucking his cock is an employee of the club."

I gulped my drink down and of course another appeared 
magically. I was distracted just then when Kyle slid 
his hand up about an inch and his little finger was 
rubbing against my very wet slit.

He toyed with me for a moment and then he said, "I am 
so glad that you enjoyed the show. I thought that you 
would. Do you have your shoes on?"

I was just a bit confused by the last question. I 
nodded and he said, "Good."

Kyle grabbed my dress and pulled me out of the booth 
and I walked out, past all of those booths, all of 
those men, in the nude. I was so excited that my legs 
were weak.

At the door, the man who had welcomed us, or welcomed 
Kyle rather, said, "Good evening Mr. Wells. We hope you 
will return soon. It's always a pleasure sir."

Kyle smiled at him and said, "Yes Raymond, it is 
indeed, always a pleasure. Please give our waitress a 
little extra tip this evening, she did an excellent 
job."

Raymond smiled and said, "Yes sir." Then he held the 
door and I stepped outside in only my shoes. 

Once outside Kyle put his arm around my shoulder and we 
slowly crossed that large parking lot. At the car, Kyle 
held my door for me and I started to get in but then 
stopped and said, "I think I need something to sit on. 
I don't want to ruin your leather seats."


He smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. It's only a 
seat."

I sat down and he went around and got in. Before he 
started the car he pulled me close and kissed me for 
the first time. It was a great kiss too, strong, 
insistent, and not tentative at all. 

I sat back and as the car pulled away I asked, "Did you 
put something in my drink?"

He chuckled and said, "I don't know what is in the 
drinks they serve in there. They won't say. But they 
aren't drugged. And although you had several drinks 
with your dinner tonight, that was all that you had to 
drink tonight. That club does not serve alcohol.

I looked at him, trying to decide if he was serious. 
Those wonderful drinks that I had been gulping down in 
the club, I was sure that I could feel the effects of 
them. 

That meant that I had let Kyle take me to a kinky sex 
show, undress me in public, and walk me through a 
parking lot before driving me home, still naked. And I 
was sober! Either this guy was very, very good, or I 
was very, very horny, or both.

As I was riding quietly beside him, his hand came to 
rest on my upper thigh again. His finger rested lightly 
against the lips of my pussy and it felt very good. I 
was still worried about his leather upholstery though. 
I was sure I was going to leave a damp spot behind when 
I got out.

I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes and 
lightly ran my fingers over the back of Kyle's hand. As 
I relaxed I remembered that girl tonight, being hung 
from a cable and whipped in front of a large audience 
and then taken by any man in the audience who cared to.

I wondered what that would be like. I wondered if Kyle 
would want me to do that. I wondered if I could. It was 
exciting to contemplate, in the abstract. I do not 
enjoy pain, and have never had any desire to be treated 
that way. Still, it had been very exciting to watch.

Kyle pulled into an underground parking garage. We were 
still downtown. The garage was under a tall, modern 
building that was right on the waterfront. He parked 
and we got out. He was still carrying my purse and my 
dress.

He took my arm and led me to the elevator. It wasn't 
that late, not even ten PM yet. There were people 
coming and going. A couple of cars drove past us as we 
walked to the elevator. We stood waiting and when the 
doors open another couple was just coming out. The look 
of shock on their faces when they saw me standing there 
naked was priceless.

I had dreamed of something like this, but how had Kyle 
known? What else did he know, or suspect, about me?

The elevator stopped at the lobby, one floor up, and 
two middle aged men got on. One of them spoke to Kyle, 
they obviously knew each other. The other stared at me. 
Much to my surprise, no one said anything to or about 
me. How can you step into a public elevator with a 
naked woman and not say anything?!

The two men got off on separate floors and then the 
elevator went all the way to the top floor. We got out 
in a small, but beautiful, alcove, all done in marble 
and glass and crossed to the only door. Kyle unlocked 
the door and we stepped into the largest, most 
beautiful condominium I had ever seen. 

The foyer was in marble that matched the alcove 
outside. From there we stepped into a huge living room, 
two sides of which were all glass. I looked out and saw 
the water below and the lights of the city all around. 
The view was breathtaking. 

While I stood there, staring at the city around me, 
Kyle walked up behind me and put his arms around me and 
kissed my shoulders. He held me tight and said, "It is 
a shame that you can't stay naked forever. You are 
beautiful."

I certainly felt beautiful right now. I thought about 
all the people that had seen me naked this evening and 
shivered in excitement.

Kyle picked me up and carried me down a wide hallway to 
his bedroom. It was nearly as large as the living room. 
Like the living room, two of the walls were glass.

He placed me in the middle of his huge bed and I didn't 
resist when he used fur lined wrist cuffs to restrain 
my arms. He put a silk scarf around my head, 
blindfolding me. Then he stepped back and I was alone 
on the bed. 

I waited impatiently for something to happen. For him 
to touch me, taste me, do something, anything. But I 
wasn't even sure if he was still in the room. I heard 
and felt nothing. 

After several minutes I tentatively called his name, 
but there was no response. Now I was really confused. 
Hell, even being struck by one of those ugly riding 
crops would have been better than being ignored!

I have no idea how much time passed before I started 
hearing sounds. I heard music coming from the living 
room. Then I heard the sound of someone coming in from 
the living room, footsteps. But it wasn't Kyle. Or at 
least it wasn't just Kyle.

Sometimes I heard noises of people all around me. Not 
talking, but I could tell that they were standing 
there, looking down at my naked body. I heard the sound 
of breathing. I heard ice clinking in glasses. 

For some reason, I wasn't mad, and I wasn't scared. I 
was excited. It must have been an hour before the first 
person sat on the bed beside me and touched me. There 
were others in the room at the time. I could hear them. 

I felt the bed shift beside me, and then the light 
touch of a soft hand caressing my body. I was sure that 
it was another woman. I could smell perfume in the air. 
It's funny, I am not normally that aware of scents in 
the air around me. Being blindfolded changes that.

The woman that was on the bed with me was moving her 
fingers lightly over my body, caressing my breasts, 
teasing my nipples, then moving down over my stomach 
and down my thigh, before circling back to tease the 
lips of my pussy. 

Her touch was wonderful, and the idea that the room was 
full of people watching us was so exciting. But the 
idea of being tied and blindfolded is what really set 
me free. Now I was not responsible for anything that 
happened, I could not say no, so I would not feel 
guilt.

The bed shifted again and I felt her lips touch mine, 
and I felt her naked breasts on my own. She kissed me 
lightly and I returned her kiss eagerly. She stretched 
out beside me and I felt her soft, warm body next to 
mine. Her hand was still teasing my pussy and her lips 
were exploring the parts of my face that were not 
covered by the silk scarf. 

I was quickly losing control. My breathing was becoming 
rapid and shallow and my hips were lifting to meet the 
fingers that refused to enter my hungry pussy. My 
nipples were so hard that they almost hurt!

Before long the woman began to kiss my neck, then my 
shoulders. When her lips reached my breasts I heard an 
urgent sound, much like a sob, and then I realized it 
came from me!

I had never been intimate with a woman, but I felt no 
reluctance. It was the most wonderful thing, her soft 
skin grazed my own and everywhere she touched me I was 
on fire.

She kissed her way down my stomach and finally she lay 
between my legs and kissed the most sensitive part of 
my body. Her fingers now moved lightly over my stomach 
and my thighs and I felt her breath on my pussy and 
then her lips, and finally, at long last, her tongue. I 
had been moaning softly for a long time now. When her 
tongue entered me at last I cried out in ecstasy. 

I knew that people were watching. I didn't know how 
many. I was sure that Kyle was. I wasn't paying 
attention to them now, but always in the back of my 
mind I knew that there was an audience. In the back of 
my mind I was aware that they were watching my 
reactions. Knowing that was driving me crazy with lust. 

I wanted my arms back now. I wanted to hold someone, or 
to take my breasts in my hands and squeeze them and 
pinch my own nipples. I needed that, but being 
helpless, being unable to do anything but submit, that 
was somehow even better.

I started having one of the most amazing orgasms of my 
life, almost as soon as this woman's tongue entered me. 
I actually screamed! I never do that. My orgasms are 
always pleasant, but quiet. Never like this, this earth 
shaking, mind blowing, total surrender of myself to 
another person. I pulled desperately at my chains and 
my body thrashed uncontrollably and I heard the most 
unbelievable, animalistic sounds coming from my throat. 

I started to come down, eventually, from the most mind 
shattering orgasm of my life. She didn't stop though. 
Her tongue still explored my throbbing pussy and I felt 
the bed move as two more people joined us. I felt lips 
touch mine. A man's this time. He kissed me urgently, 
passionately, and I kissed him back, just as 
passionately.

I felt another set of lips on my breast. Another man 
was kissing my breast, nibbling lightly at my nipple, 
and still the woman's tongue worked expertly on my 
pussy. It was not long before I was cumming again, just 
as explosively as the first time, if not more so. I 
screamed uncontrollably. I had never felt like this 
before. The sex that I had had before, the orgasms that 
other men had given me, they weren't even practice for 
what I was experiencing now!

I came and came again instantly, but it was all one 
long orgasmic experience. And, just for a second, I was 
sad. What if I could never feel like this again? That 
would be a tragedy.

My doubts passed quickly. Kyle wouldn't let that happen 
to me.

The woman between my thighs finally stopped and she and 
the men stood up. I was not alone for long though. I 
heard the sounds of people undressing and then it 
began. One after another, one anonymous man after 
another took me. They were every kind of man, every 
kind of lover, hard and fast, soft and gentle, long and 
fat cocks and just average. I came with nearly every 
man that fucked me. I never even thought to count, but 
there were many. 

After every man, or sometimes every other man if one 
was particularly anxious and couldn't wait, a naked 
woman moved between my thighs and cleaned me with her 
mouth. It was exciting, and soothing, and by the time 
she had finished I was more than ready for the next man 
to take me.

It went on, and was exciting, long after my pussy 
started getting sore. I never wanted it to stop. 
Through it all I heard people standing around watching, 
staring at me as I lay there, naked, being gang fucked 
like a common trollop. God how I loved it!

When it finally was over I wasn't aware of it at first. 
I just realized that I wasn't being fucked anymore, or 
kissed, or licked. My breasts and my nipples weren't 
being squeezed or pulled. The room was quiet now and I 
was alone.

Then I felt the restraints being removed from my wrists 
and the scarf gently taken from around my eyes. I 
opened my eyes and smiled at the woman who was 
releasing me. It was the woman who had been whipped at 
the club last night!

She smiled back and I whispered, "Thank you."

She said, "I believe that it was your pleasure."

I took a deep breath and suddenly realized that the sun 
was up! The city was plainly visible through the two 
glass walls. I had been fucked all night long!

I sat up and the woman helped me to my feet and 
supported me as I went to the bathroom. I sat on the 
toilet and I saw that the large tub was already full of 
hot, steaming water and a mountain of fragrant bubbles.

When I had finished on the toilet she helped me into 
the water and joined me. She gently washed my tired, 
sore body and spoke softly, telling me how exciting I 
was, what a wonderful show I had put on. 

I thought back to the show in the club last night, the 
whipping she had taken. I wanted to ask her about that, 
how she could have taken so much pain, but I found it 
hard to talk. I was too relaxed. Talking would have 
ruined it.

I lay back and rested in the hot water, and my mind 
flashed back to her beautiful body as she had helped me 
to the bathroom. I realized that there was not a mark 
on it now. I had thought that she must surely be 
bruised for days. She certainly seemed none the worse 
for wear.

I nearly fell asleep in the tub, despite her soft 
touch, her fingers moving lightly over my body. When 
she saw that I was about to succumb, she kissed me and 
let the water drain from the tub. Then she helped me 
out and guided me to a huge, walk in shower. It was 
large enough for a dozen people! She turned on the 
water and we rinsed off. Then we dried off using the 
softest towels that I had ever touched.

She led me back to the bed and turned down the covers. 
She laid me down gently and then she touched a button 
and the windows all went dark, instantly! Nothing moved 
when she did it, there was no sound. The windows went 
from clear and sunny to dark, like magic!

She stretched out beside me and held me and said, 
"Let's get a little rest. I'm exhausted."

Just before I fell asleep I had a sudden thought and I 
asked her, "Was Kyle one of those men tonight? Did he 
take me?"

She laughed quietly and said, "He was several of those 
men tonight."

"How many were there?" I asked.

She was quiet for a moment, and then she said, "I'm not 
sure."

I had to assume that meant that it was more than a few. 
They had, after all, lasted for seven or eight hours of 
non-stop sex. 

When I awoke, hours later, I was alone in the bed. I 
got up and went to the bathroom. I found a new 
toothbrush set out for me and brushed my teeth. I found 
no robe and no sign of my dress from the night before. 
I suppose, after last night, it would be silly to worry 
about clothing now.

I went out into the living room and then I found Kyle 
out on the patio. He was drinking coffee with the woman 
from the night before and her husband. Everyone was 
still naked, so I felt better about my own nudity.

Kyle smiled at me and I was finally introduced to Dean 
and his wife, Sandra. Sandra came over and hugged me 
and led me over to the empty seat beside Kyle. She went 
into the house and came back with a cup of coffee for 
me.

It was a beautiful, warm sunny day and the sun felt 
good on my skin. There is something about being naked 
in the middle of the city, even in a private roof top 
garden that is kind of exciting.

I looked at Kyle, who was watching me, and apparently 
happy with what he saw. I smiled and said, "Thank you 
for the most exciting evening of my life."

He said, "So far."

"So far," I agreed. 

I listened to the conversation and learned that Kyle 
and Dean were brothers, and business partners. I 
thought that I could now rule out any idea of Kyle not 
being straight. I had been concerned when he had been 
such a perfect gentleman on our first two dates. 

I glanced discreetly at his lap and I was impressed. 
Not gay, and very well endowed. The big question now 
was, is he married? He was about thirty-five, tall and 
handsome, muscular, intelligent, and best of all, 
dominant, or maybe, best of all, kinky. How could a man 
this wonderful not be married?

Sandra stood up and said that she was going to go make 
some sandwiches, a light brunch. I went in to help. As 
we worked I pumped her for anything she would tell me 
about Kyle. 

She wouldn't say much. She did say that he had been 
married. His wife had died of cancer nearly five years 
ago. Since then, Kyle had been living the life of a 
monk. 

Dean had finally set him up with a woman several months 
ago, but they had only gone out once. Kyle had not been 
interested in anyone until he met me when he stopped to 
change my tire on the side of the road.

I finally couldn't resist. I had to ask her about that 
whipping. "That show last night," I said quietly. "How 
could you stand that? It looked horrible. I mean, it 
was exciting to watch, and I don't know why. But it 
looked incredibly painful!"

She smiled at me and said, "I must have cum three or 
four times before those men from the audience even got 
to me. It was just and extension of what happened to 
you last night. It is submission, surrender. It is 
something that I am afraid that you have to experience 
to understand. I could never explain."

"Do you do that often?" I asked.

She laughed lightly and said, "Goodness no! Two or 
three times a year. We go to the club two or three 
times a month. Every time I watch some other woman up 
there I get just the slightest twinge of jealousy. But 
it isn't always a show like that. They do other shows, 
some of them are much worse than that."

"Like what?" I asked. I couldn't imagine what could be 
worse.

She looked at me and hesitated. Then she said, "Maybe 
you should ask Kyle."

"Does Kyle like me?" I asked.

She came over to where I was putting together the BLT 
sandwiches and hugged me and said, "For the first time 
since his wife died he seems like his old self. I think 
he likes you a lot."

I carried the sandwiches back out to the patio and we 
ate quietly. I couldn't get over how peaceful it was 
here, right in the heart of the city.

I kept looking at Kyle, and every time I looked he was 
watching me. It was as if he was evaluating me. I was 
starting to get nervous. After we ate, Sandra and I 
cleared off the table. Then Dean and Kyle came in and 
Dean and Sandra got dressed and went home. Sandra 
hugged me on the way out and said, "I'm looking forward 
to seeing you again."

Kyle closed the door behind them and put his arm around 
my shoulder and we went back out to the patio. I sat 
down and he asked me if I wanted a drink. I already had 
ice water. That's what I drink most of the time. So I 
smiled and thanked him and he sat down next to me.

We looked into each other's eye for a moment and he 
said, "Will you marry me?"

For a moment I couldn't speak. I was certainly not 
expecting that!

"You don't even know me!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, I do. I don't know everything about you. I know 
the things I want to know. We don't have to do it right 
away, but soon. I have been looking for someone like 
you for a long time. Do you have any idea how rare a 
woman like you is?"

"You mean a redhead or a single woman at the age of 
thirty-two?" I asked.

Kyle responded, "You are beautiful, intelligent, self 
reliant, sexual, and not afraid. Not many women would 
have done the things you did last night, and enjoyed 
them. I enjoy being with you, I have been looking for 
you for years."

"Was your wife a submissive?" I asked.

He nodded, and then he said, "Yes, we were married when 
we were both young and naïve. As we got older and 
started to experiment, we found that we both enjoyed 
the same games. When she died, I didn't even look for 
another woman to replace her. At first I didn't want 
anyone else, but later, I didn't think there was anyone 
else. I went out on one date in five years, only 
because I couldn't get out of it."

"But something clicked when I stopped to help you fix 
your tire. I don't know what it is, but I knew you were 
the woman I was looking for, as corny as that sounds."

"You enjoyed what happened last night. There will be 
more nights like that, and worse, or better, depending 
on your point of view. If you marry me, you will only 
have to do one thing for me. You will have to do 
everything I tell you, without question. I may order 
you to undress in the middle of a shopping mall. Or I 
may order you to walk up to a strange man and beg him 
to let you suck his cock. Or I might take you to the 
club and hang you up and whip you with a quirt and then 
let anyone in the audience who cares to, fuck you."

"In return, I will love you, and take care of you. You 
will be hurt sometimes, but you will never be harmed. 
If it is any consolation, you will also be filthy 
rich."

I looked at him for a minute, and I found that I 
desperately wanted to say yes, even though I knew how 
preposterous that was. I finally said, "You don't think 
I would marry you for your money do you?"

He smiled and said, "No, in fact, I know that you 
wouldn't. You have too much pride, and you are too self 
reliant."

"I want to say yes," I said. "But we are going to have 
to be engaged for a while first. You don't even know if 
I snore. I have slept with my future sister-in-law, but 
not you. Aside from sex, kinky sex, I don't have the 
slightest idea what things you like and don't like. I 
don't know what you like to eat, or drink. You are a 
very quiet person, and I have learned very little about 
you on our three dates. Well, except that you seem to 
be the man of my dreams, my wet dreams. I don't even 
know which of the men that fucked me last night you 
were!"

"Would you like to know?" he asked.

"Yeah, kind of," I responded.

He opened a hidden door in the end table and pushed a 
button and a huge TV screen came down out of the 
ceiling. He pushed some more buttons and the TV came on 
and then I saw myself chained to the bed and 
blindfolded. Sandra was just approaching the bed. I 
watched in awe as the events of last night were 
replayed, nearly life size on that huge HDTV screen. It 
was like watching it through a window! It was nearly as 
exciting as when it had been taking place.

Kyle pulled me over beside him and put his arm around 
me and rested a hand lightly on my breast. 

I reached down and put my hand over the thick tube of 
meat that was twitching in his lap. It was fully erect 
in no time and I ran my hand over it gently as I 
watched the movie. My first porn movie! I mean the 
first one I ever starred in.

It was very erotic, at first. The beginning, with 
Sandra making love to me, that was hotter than hell. 
Later, when I was taken, all night long, by a long 
stream of anonymous men, that was exciting at first. 
Eventually there was a sameness about it that got old 
after a while.

I noticed that the first man to take me had been Kyle. 
It wasn't a rape. I could see the emotion in his face. 
He really cared! This was truly strange, but wonderful. 
I saw him take me once more, late in the long parade of 
men that used my body last night. 

I turned to him and asked, "Do you know how many there 
were?"

"Is it important?" he responded.

"No," I answered. "It isn't important. I was curious. I 
have never been gang fucked before. It seemed like a 
lot of men. I might even be proud if I knew the 
number."

He laughed quietly and said, "Yes, you are the woman I 
have been looking for. I will wait for you to decide."

Things moved rapidly after that. I moved in with him 
right away. I sold my furniture and sublet the 
apartment. I thought about keeping my job, just in case 
it didn't work out. I wasn't really worried though. I 
knew it was going to work out. I gave my boss two weeks 
notice. He offered me a raise to stay, but since I 
could afford to buy the company now, the money wasn't 
important.

We had a disagreement about getting rid of my old 
Miata, until he presented me with the keys to a new 
Mercedes SL65 AMG. It was months before I found out 
that the car cost just under $200,000!

Life was truly wonderful. Kyle was kind and considerate 
and loving. He was still quiet, but that was just Kyle. 
The business that he and Dean had built was at a point 
that it pretty much ran itself now. Kyle had been 
heavily involved after his wife died. Now he was taking 
a lot of time off and we were spending it together. We 
traveled and spent long afternoons browsing through 
used book stores, a favorite pastime for both of us. 

The sex was exciting beyond belief. Sometimes we made 
love and he was very good at it. And I did feel loved 
when he made love to me. But sometimes it was the other 
kind. I actually think I liked that more. Either way, 
the sex was better with him than it had ever been with 
anyone else in my life. 

It was the surprises that kept me excited though. Like 
the time we went to dinner and after we ate, Kyle 
ordered me to open my blouse and offer to blow the 
waiter for a tip. I did, in the alley behind the 
restaurant, with Kyle and two other waiters watching. 
After I swallowed the waiter's cum I walked to the 
front of the restaurant and waited with Kyle while the 
valet brought our car around. Kyle was holding my 
blouse the whole time!

Then there was the time that we went out with Dean and 
Sandra. We had a great dinner and then Kyle drove us to 
a sleazy strip club outside of town. We went in and 
ordered drinks and watched a couple of old, lazy 
strippers. They really gave stripping a bad name. There 
were a couple of dozen men in the place and they 
weren't even watching.

Kyle went over to the bar and then disappeared for a 
few minutes. When he came back he had an old fat man 
with him. The fat man turned out to be the manager. He 
looked at us and then nodded to Kyle and walked away.

As soon as he left, Kyle sat down and smiled at me and 
told me that tonight was my big debut! I was going to 
be a stripper! Sandra smiled and said, "Hey, how about 
me?!"

Dean looked at Kyle and said, "How about a duet?"

Kyle smiled and said, "Okay, just don't get us 
arrested." Then he paused for a minute and said, "Aw, 
what the fuck, we have some great lawyers! Do whatever 
the hell you want."

I was relieved, I didn't mind doing it. I had gotten 
excited when Kyle told me I was going to. But it would 
be more fun with my new best friend, Sandra."

The old broad on stage danced sluggishly through one 
more song and then a voice came over the loud speaker 
announcing that a girl from the audience wanted to make 
her stage debut. I noticed that all of the men stopped 
talking and turned to watch. 

Sandra and I got up and walked up the stairs at the end 
of the stage and as soon as the music started we 
started dancing and taking off our clothes. We weren't 
wearing much, so it didn't take long. 

The guys in the audience seemed to appreciate us. They 
started gathering around the stage and cheering us on. 
One of them held up a dollar bill and waved me over so 
I danced over to the edge of the stage and he slowly 
slid the bill into my very wet pussy. 

I smiled at him and thanked him and then I moved back 
and started dancing with Sandra again. Before long we 
weren't dancing anymore. She turned me around and 
pulled me close and we were still gently moving our 
hips in time to the music, but now we were kissing and 
touching and turning each other on.

I noticed that the men in the audience had gone silent. 
Then I noticed that the music changed from loud dance 
music, to slow jazz. Perfect to make love to!

Sandra started to pull me to the floor, but I pulled 
her back up and walked her closer to the edge of the 
stage. Then, right in front of all of those men, we lay 
on the floor and made love to each other. We ended up, 
eventually in a sixty-nine, and as we ate each other's 
pussy the men ran their hands all over us. I had 
numerous fingers poked up my ass, but I was so turned 
on that I enjoyed it.

Sandra and I came at nearly the same time. Then she 
rolled off of me and we caught our breath while the 
men's hands continued to roam our bodies. Finally we 
stood up and took a bow and then we grabbed our dresses 
and went back and sat at our table, naked.

The audience cheered and clapped thunderously. But the 
applause that mattered came from our guys when we 
returned to our table. They had obviously enjoyed the 
show.

Two weeks later we were married. It was just a quiet 
ceremony, a Justice of the Peace, Dean and Sandra, and 
a few close friends. There was no fan fare, and we all 
preferred it that way. 

There was an article in the paper about a week later to 
the effect that the city's most eligible bachelor was 
no longer a bachelor. It was amusing. I hadn't realized 
that he was being watched by the ladies.

Two or three times a month we went to the club. 
Sometimes it was just the two of us, sometimes we went 
with Dean and Sandra. Every time I went there, Kyle 
undressed me as soon as we got to our table. When 
Sandra was there she was naked too. I wondered if it 
was just us. 

I saw some really strange shit on that stage! 

One night a girl that looked far too young to be in 
there was taken on stage and undressed by a man and a 
woman and her arms and legs were fastened to a large 
cross. Dean told us that he was certain that the girl 
was the couple's sixteen year old daughter!

We watched as the couple stood back and a man came on 
stage and over the next half hour or so he pierced the 
girl's nipples and then her clit and finally her labia. 
Then she was released from the cross and she circulated 
throughout the club, showing her new jewelry to the 
other patrons. She stopped at our table and smiled, 
though she looked tired, and embarrassed. She said, "My 
parents want me to show everyone my new jewelry. Do you 
like them?"

I smiled at the poor girl and asked, "Do you like 
them?"

"Oh yes! I have been begging for them for nearly a 
year!" she exclaimed. 

"Have you been in here before?" I asked.

She looked around, guiltily, and then she said, "I'm 
not supposed to tell."

Then she said goodbye and went to the next table. 

But that wasn't the weirdest thing that we saw. One 
night a man brought his wife up on stage and she was 
placed over a bench on all fours and her wrists and 
ankles were chained to the floor. She was beaten 
briefly. Not with a riding crop this time, but with a 
cane. It looked awful, and she really screamed. I had 
trouble watching. But then it got worse.

The man that was beating her stood back and put the 
cane into a rack. Then a woman, she looked like the 
woman that had suspended Sandra from the cable that 
first night, came out from back stage with a German 
shepherd. The dog was guided to the woman and started 
licking her. I saw her begging the man who had beaten 
her. I couldn't hear the words, but it was obvious from 
the tone and the look on her face that she didn't want 
to be there. I looked at Kyle and he was looking down 
at his drink. Dean had turned to talk to Sandra. They 
didn't want to watch. 

I watched. I saw the dog being led up over the woman 
and as soon as he was nearly in position he started 
humping his hindquarters. He was pulled closer and 
finally his cock hit something. The woman cried out, 
then hung her head and was quiet until the dog 
finished. I had never seen anything like it, and I was 
just a little embarrassed, because I had thought that 
it was exciting to watch. 

The dog finished with her and was led away, but the 
woman was left like that. She was still there when we 
finally left.

Our love life was evolving. I was slowly being 
introduced to pain. Not tortured, nothing I couldn't 
handle. It started with a couple of light spankings. 
Then one night, while I was tied up and blindfolded, 
Kyle put clamps on my nipples. Then he started placing 
clothes pins all over my body, in all of the tender 
places. Like my breasts, and under my arms, and on my 
labia. It hurt like hell, but it was exciting. A couple 
of times it was almost more than I could take. 
Surprisingly, the worst place was under my arms. 

I thought about asking him to stop, just to see if he 
would. But if he wouldn't, I didn't want to know. And I 
didn't want to disappoint him.

We progressed in other ways too. I had learned to deep-
throat, with Sandra's help. We had begun to explore 
anal sex. The first time was a bitch, and it wasn't my 
favorite thing to do, but when it was done right it 
could be pretty exciting. One night, while Dean and 
Sandra were there, both men took me at the same time. 
It was the first time I had done that. I liked it, a 
lot.

It had started out shortly after Dean and Sandra came 
over. I was naked of course. I was always naked at 
home. As soon as they came in, Sandra undressed. Then 
the men did. Sometimes they were naked at home, 
sometimes they weren't. There was nothing unusual about 
it.

The men asked us if we would mind putting on a show for 
them. Well, we never minded doing that, and even if we 
weren't in the mood, a request from either of them was 
not just a request.

Sandra and I moved to the middle of the floor and we 
started kissing and touching and it wasn't long before 
we were on the floor and making out seriously. That was 
when they decided to change the game. Kyle stretched 
out on the floor beside me and told me to straddle him 
and start fucking him. 

I obeyed immediately, and eagerly. I had not been 
fucking him long when he pulled me down and held me 
close and kissed me. As we kissed I felt something, 
which turned out to be Sandra, spreading the cheeks of 
my ass and kissing and licking my asshole. 

She ate me enthusiastically for a few minutes, then 
there was a pause and I felt her applying a cold, slick 
lubricant to my asshole. She moved out of the way and I 
felt Dean, slowly pushing his cock into my ass. It was 
the most incredible sensation I can remember. Dean's 
cock was a little smaller than Kyle's. But with both of 
them in me at the same time I felt so full, so crammed 
full of cock, and I loved it!

As both men fucked me, Sandra moved up to my head and 
toyed with my breasts and kissed me passionately. All 
three of those people making love to me, fucking me at 
the same time, it was just incredible! I had orgasm 
after orgasm before the men had theirs. We finally 
collapsed in a heap in the middle of the rug. I was 
laughing, for no apparent reason, and I couldn't 
control it. It was the most exciting thing.

When we had unwrapped ourselves from each other I asked 
if I could finish what I started with Sandra, she 
hadn't had an orgasm yet. The men thought that was only 
fair. 

I told her that I would be right back and I went to the 
bathroom and cleaned up. Then I came back and gave my 
new best friend several nice orgasms.

They spent the night with us that night. We had gone 
out to dinner and we came back for coffee on the patio. 
It was amazing, sitting out there and watching the 
boats on the river and the lights of the city and 
sipping a good cup of coffee. It was so peaceful.

A strange thing happened that night. While we were 
sipping our coffee and talking quietly, Kyle asked me 
if I would do something for him.

I replied, "Anything," and I meant it. 

He looked at me and then he said, "Wait, don't answer 
yet. You don't know what it is."

"My answer won't change," I said.

Dean got up and went inside. When he came back out he 
was holding one of those black leather riding crops, 
like the one that had been used on Sandra that first 
time I had seen her, up on the stage at the club.

I looked at it and I smiled at Kyle and asked, "Do you 
want to beat me? You may."

Kyle smiled back at me and said, "No. I could never hit 
you. I want Dean to hit you, and I want to watch."

I paused for a moment. I would have preferred that Kyle 
do it. But I reasoned that the effect would be the 
same. Dean was doing it, and I was doing it, for Kyle. 

I smiled at Dean and asked, "Where do you want me?"

Dean said, "Stand where you are, and keep your hands at 
your sides. Don't move them, and try to stand still."

I looked at Sandra and she smiled and winked at me. 
Then I locked eyes with Kyle and tried to calm myself 
and get ready.

Dean walked behind me and for a moment nothing 
happened. Then I felt it, and heard it, a burning pain 
across my ass. I flinched, but I didn't move. I gasped 
in pain, but I didn't scream. And I kept my eyes locked 
on Kyle's.

Dean gave me a moment to get ready, and then he put 
another stripe across my ass. It hurt like hell, but I 
still didn't move. The next two cut across the backs of 
my thighs, and then he moved around to the front. Now I 
could see it coming, and that seemed to help. It still 
hurt like hell, but I wasn't startled when it 
connected.

The first one was a slash across my stomach. It hurt 
like hell, but I knew that the next one, or the one 
after that, was going to be across my breasts. I was 
truly terrified of that. 

When it came I finally screamed. It was every bit as 
bad as I had thought that it would be. Then he whipped 
them again. I screamed again, but I noticed something 
when he paused to let me get ready for the next one. I 
noticed that I was excited. I couldn't fucking believe 
it! I was in agony. But I knew that if he would just 
hit me a few more times, I would cum. And he did, and I 
did. 

As soon as Kyle saw that I was having an orgasm he told 
Dean to stop. He got up and came over and took me in 
his arms. I was crying, but I was smiling.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes. I didn't mind. Were you trying to see how I 
reacted before you took me to the club?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said. "Would you like to do that at the 
club?"

I thought about it, I remembered how hot Sandra's show 
had been, and I remembered what had followed.

I smiled at Kyle and said, "What I want isn't 
important. What you want is."

I pulled him close and kissed him passionately and then 
I asked, "What does a cunt like me have to do to get 
fucked around here?"

"First things first," he said. Then he took my arms 
from around his neck and stepped back. 

Sandra was standing behind me and she started applying 
a salve to the red marks on my body. "This will ease 
the pain and make the marks disappear in no time," she 
said. 

It did feel good. I stood there and closed my eyes and 
let her work the cream into my skin. I was moaning in 
pleasure in no time. The guys watched and both of them 
were hard now, from the whipping, and the creaming. So 
when she finished rubbing in the cream, we got on our 
knees and started teasing their hard cocks with our 
mouths.

I didn't let Kyle cum in my mouth. After about five 
minutes I smiled up at him and said, "You still owe me 
a fuck, you don't think you are going to get off this 
easy do you?"

Kyle chuckled and stood up. He pulled me over to the 
metal railing around the patio and as we looked out at 
the city lights and the river, he took me from behind, 
gently, lovingly. As he fucked me his body pushed 
against the fresh stripes on my ass and that excited me 
even more. I looked around at all of the building 
around us. I am pretty sure that no one could see us, 
but I imagined that they could. That and his hands 
exploring my body, well, it was all pretty 
exhilarating. I would have to remember this. I would 
want to do it again before very long, all of it.

It was only an hour before I noticed that the red marks 
on my body had disappeared. There was still some 
tenderness, but not much. 

Shortly after that we went to bed. Dean and Sandra were 
in the guest room and Kyle and I cuddled up and went to 
sleep right away.

I woke up early the next morning and had breakfast 
almost ready by the time everyone got up. We ate on the 
patio, and then sipped coffee for a while. 

The funny thing was that when Sandra asked me how my 
bruises felt I realized that I had forgotten all about 
them. They didn't hurt at all!

That evening we went to the club, the four of us.

When we entered, Kyle spoke to the man in the tuxedo 
and the man smiled and picked up a phone at his dais. A 
naked young woman came out and escorted them to their 
table, but I was taken into a back room by the woman 
who had led Sandra on stage that first night. I was 
undressed, and a stiff leather collar was placed around 
my neck. Then a pair of leather cuffs was attached to 
my wrists. 

When I was ready the woman smiled at me and said, "You 
look lovely, are you ready?"

I took a deep breath and nodded.

She took the leash that was attached to my collar and 
led me slowly through the club towards the stage. I 
could feel the eyes of the audience on me as we moved 
through the club, and it was exciting.

The lights over the stage were turned on as we 
approached and the curtain was opened. I was led up on 
stage and as my cuffs were attached to the cable the 
woman asked quietly if I was nervous.

I didn't smile. I thought that would ruin the mood. I 
said, "Oh, only a lot."

"This is your first time, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded, "but I'm ready, I think."

She bent down and attached cuffs to my ankles and then 
she moved to the back of the stage and I felt my arms 
being drawn up over my head. But of course they just 
kept going. The cuffs were heavily padded and it wasn't 
that bad though. When my legs were drawn tight and 
spread wide apart the chain stopped moving and I was 
left suspended to wait. I felt every eye on the club on 
me now. 

I had a unique perspective from up on stage. I could 
see into many of the dimly lit booths. There were women 
present in only about a quarter of the booths. Many of 
the booths held just two or three men. All of those 
people were staring at me, at my naked body.

In those booths where I could see a woman, nearly all 
of the women appeared to be naked. I was glad to see 
that it wasn't just me.

I don't know how long I hung there. It seemed like a 
long time. My wrists and my shoulders were really 
starting to get uncomfortable when I saw movement out 
of the corner of my eye. I had expected Dean, but 
instead, it was the beautiful, naked, Sandra.

She stepped up and ran her hands over me as I was 
suspended on stage and she spoke quietly. "I'll bet you 
are thinking you are getting off easy, aren't you?"

I just looked at her.

"I love you Gail, but I am going to beat your ass!" she 
said.

She held out her hand and the woman who had led me up 
on stage came forward and handed Sandra the riding 
crop.

Sandra ran it over my body for a moment, and then began 
to tap me lightly with it. She snapped it against my 
nipples and I jumped. She smiled and said, "Now it's my 
turn."

She stepped back then and she pulled her arm back and 
the very first blow slashed across both of my nipples. 
And I screamed. God how I screamed! I struggled with 
the chains briefly, though I knew it was a waist of 
time. Then I relaxed and she hit me again, in the same 
place. 

I screamed again. She moved closer and whispered, 
"Hurts like all hell doesn't it? That was the worst of 
it. The rest are just love taps by comparison."

She moved back and slashed at my stomach. I jumped, and 
screamed again. Then she hit me just above my pubic 
bone. There were several slashes across the front of my 
thighs, and each time I screamed in pain.

She moved around behind me then and started in on my 
ass. She hit my ass a half dozen times, and by the time 
she moved down to the backs of my thighs I was having 
an orgasm. I was screaming, but I was cumming.

She didn't stop though. She tore into me with that 
damned riding crop for several more long minutes. I 
screamed each time I was struck, but I never asked her 
to stop, and I didn't cry. 

At last she smiled and stepped back.

I hung like that for several more minutes, then Sandra 
nodded to the girl and the cable was slowly lowered. My 
legs were weak and I started to collapse to the floor 
but Sandra came forward and caught me. I leaned on her 
for a moment, and then the other girl came over and 
unfastened my cuffs. I was led to the black velvet 
covered bed and placed in the center on my hands and 
knees. 

I let my head hang down and tried to calm down. I knew 
what was coming. I didn't know how many, but I knew 
that for a very long time I would be getting fucked by 
perfect strangers.

It was indeed a very long time. Usually they came up 
two at a time, but several times they got ambitious and 
there were three of them. Very seldom was there only 
one man fucking me.

Much later, when they were finally finished and the 
club was getting ready to close, Sandra came close and 
whispered in my ear, "Forty-eight! Not bad. Are you 
tired?"

I looked at her and smiled. "Fuck yes I am tired! But I 
could keep going if they could."

She laughed and helped me up. The other woman came 
forward and set a towel on the bed and helped me up. 
She had a small washbowl full of hot water. She 
explained that she was just going to clean me up enough 
to get home. I was covered in cum. 

I looked at my poor abused body. My hair was full of 
cum. I had swallowed about a gallon of it but I guess a 
lot of guys wanted to mark their territory. It was on 
my face and my chest. I could feel it running slowly 
down my back. My legs and my pubic hair were covered 
with it. It was layered on my thighs like it had been 
put on with a trowel. In some places the rivulets were 
half an inch thick. 

My pussy was not sore, it was numb. As were my breasts 
which I was sure would be bruised in the morning. My 
throat was sore. A lot of the men that had fucked my 
face had insisted that I take their cocks into my 
throat. My ass had been fucked a half a dozen times, 
three times as part of a foursome, and three times 
someone had fucked my ass instead of my pussy.

As the woman rinsed me off I asked what time it was. 
The woman said, "I don't know, but the club closes at 
four AM. Everyone is gone now. It might be four 
thirty."

We had arrived at a little after eight. I had been on 
stage for nearly eight hours!

"Where is Kyle?" I asked.

Sandra smiled and pointed to a cluster of men. I was 
able to pick out Kyle and Dean and the man in the 
tuxedo. There was another man in a suit talking to 
them. I watched them until the men shook hands and then 
Kyle and Dean walked over and came up on stage.

Kyle smiled and said, "Jesus! You stink!"

I laughed and said, "Fuck you!"

Kyle came over to me and tried to kiss me but I stopped 
him. "No, please, not now, I wouldn't even kiss me 
now!"

Kyle ignored my protests. "It's my fault you smell like 
this. Don't tell me I can't kiss my wife." And he did.

I was finally more or less clean, clean enough to get 
home anyway. We left the club, with Kyle holding my 
dress, as usual. This time he put a blanket over my 
seat before I got in.

We drove home in silence, except when Sandra put her 
hand on my arm. We were together in the back seat. She 
asked, "Are you mad at me?"

I smiled and said, "For making me cum on stage? Of 
course I'm not mad at you. You don't get mad at Dean 
when he does it do you?"

"No, but you didn't expect it to be me. I was afraid 
you might be upset," she said.

"Don't worry. You can make it up to me when we get 
home, with gobs of that special cream of yours," I 
said.

And she did. I took a hot shower and then she spread 
her magic cream all over my body, even on and in my ass 
and my pussy. Then she made coffee and we sat on the 
patio and drank it and talked. I was all greasy so I 
went and got a towel to sit on.

It was early in the morning, and we were all tired, but 
too wound up to go to bed just yet. Once we were 
comfortable, Kyle asked, "Well, was it everything that 
you thought it would be?"

I groaned and answered, "I wouldn't want to do it every 
day, or even every week. But it was exciting. It lasted 
too long, but that was part of the excitement, the fact 
that it was so overwhelming. According to Sandra, I had 
the honor of servicing something like twenty-five feet 
of cock. I don't suppose a lot of women can say that."

"What about you," I asked, "did you enjoy it? Did it 
change how you feel about me?"

"I did enjoy it," he answered, "and no it didn't change 
the way I feel about you, because I couldn't possibly 
love you any more than I already do. I am honored that 
you love me enough to go through that for me."

"Well, not entirely for you," I said. "I watched Sandra 
that first time, and I couldn't get that out of my 
mind. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like. 
Besides, I didn't want Sandra to think that she was 
more of a man than I am!"

We talked about our evening until our coffee was gone. 
Then we went to bed. We kissed and cuddled for a few 
minutes, and then it occurred to me that Kyle must be 
pretty horny. He and Dean and Sandra are just about the 
only ones in town that didn't fuck me in the last ten 
hours. 

I slipped out of his arms and pushed the sheet off of 
him and slid down and started kissing my way down my 
husband's stomach. He tried to stop me, he told me that 
he knew how tired and sore I was and that if he was 
that horny he could borrow Sandra.

I smiled up at him and said, "I'll be god damned if my 
husband will ever have to fuck another woman when I'm 
around!" I paused and said, "Though you can of course, 
if you want."

Then I took him into my mouth and then down my throat, 
a skill that I had really polished since our wedding, 
and I was really quite proud of it, especially since he 
was so well hung. I didn't rush it. He was right, I was 
tired and sore. But I loved him too much to not take my 
time and do it right.

After he came, he pulled me up and kissed me and we 
fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was mid afternoon when I woke up. The others were 
already up and had already eaten. I wasn't really 
hungry. I guess I was still digesting cum. I had a cup 
of coffee and we sat around and talked for a while. 

In the early evening Dean suggested that we go out for 
dinner and then go shopping for jewelry.

Sandra exclaimed, "Dean, I don't have anymore room in 
my jewelry box! I told you, stop buying me stuff. I 
don't need it. I don't even care that much about it 
anymore. No, that didn't come out right. I love the 
things you have given me because I know that you do it 
out of love. But I don't need anymore and you know it."

"You don't have anything like what I am thinking 
about," Dean said with a grin.

Sandra looked at him for a moment and then she grinned. 
"You mean it?" she asked. 

She sounded excited, I had no idea what was going on.

She went with me to my bedroom and picked out something 
to wear for both of us. She picked out a light sundress 
for me, for herself she picked out the little black 
dress that I had worn on the first night that Kyle took 
me to the club.

We were ready in minutes and we went out to the 
elevator. Kyle drove to a nice, casual restaurant that 
sat out over the river. We had a nice leisurely dinner 
and Dean and Sandra refused to answer any of my 
questions, which, of course, drove me crazy.

We had an after dinner drink and then we drove to the 
area where Sandra and I had danced together in the 
strip club. Not far from that club, Kyle pulled up in 
front of a tattoo parlor.

As soon as I saw the sign on the window that offered 
body piercing, I knew what jewelry they had in mind. 

We got out of the car and went inside. There were a 
couple of people getting tattooed in chairs along one 
side of the room. There were a couple more people 
looking over the tattoo samples, trying to decide.

When we came in a bell rang and someone came out of a 
back room and asked if he could help us. 

Dean said, "Yes, I want to get my wife pierced."

The man looked at Sandra and I, not knowing which of us 
was the wife in question. He perked right up when he 
saw us though. It obviously didn't matter to him. We 
were both pretty hot.

The guy smiled at Dean and asked, "Where would you like 
these piercings?"

Dean smiled and pulled my dress off of Sandra and as 
she stood there naked he pointed to her nipples and her 
clit and said, "There, there, and there."

They then spent ten or fifteen minutes selecting 
jewelry to put in the holes that were about to be made 
in Sandra. They settled on some platinum rings, but 
Dean promised to replace them with something nicer 
later. Then we went over to a padded table and Sandra 
hopped up on it.

While he was getting ready I noticed that the other 
customers were no longer browsing through the tattoo 
samples.

We all watched as the man put on latex gloves and 
swabbed Sandra down with alcohol. He opened a couple of 
sterile plastic envelopes that contained his utensils, 
and three smaller envelopes that contained the rings. 

Then we all stood around and watched as Sandra got her 
new jewelry. She flinched a little when the actual 
piercing was taking place, but she looked at me and 
said, "Nothing to it. It isn't even enough pain to turn 
me on."

I laughed and reached for her new rings, but the guy 
stopped me. "You should leave them alone for a few 
days. It may not hurt enough to turn her on, but it 
hurts. And she needs to keep them clean until they heal 
so they don't get infected."

I looked at Kyle and asked, "Do you like them?"

Kyle smiled and said, "The only reason that I didn't 
suggest them was because of last night."

I reached down and took my belt off and slipped my 
sundress off. I handed it to Sandra and then I sat up 
on the table and said, "Do me!" 

The guy joked, "I'd love to little lady, but you must 
have forgotten that your husband is watching."

He went and got another set of sterile instruments and 
rings and a fresh set of latex gloves and he 'did me'.

Sandra lied. It hurt! It was worth it though. I loved 
the way they looked.

After he had finished I noticed that the poor man was 
having a hell of a time with that dick of his trying to 
push through his pants. I turned to Kyle and said, "He 
did a pretty good job. Would you like me to tip him?"

Kyle laughed and said, "Sure, if he can manage it 
without me turning my back."

I got off of the table and dropped to my knees in front 
of the guy. I put my hand on his swollen cock and 
asked, "Would you like some help with this?"

He looked at me in shock, then he looked at Kyle, then 
back down at me and said, "Little lady, I have never 
turned down a blowjob in my life!"

I unfastened his belt and pulled his pants and his 
shorts down to his knees. He leaned back against the 
table and I ran my hand over his cock and balls as 
Sandra dropped down beside me. She said with a pout, 
"That isn't fair! I made him hard first!"

I laughed and said, "Okay, you can help."

So we took turns, but it didn't take long. He came in 
my mouth and I held it and then Sandra and I kissed and 
shared it. 

Kyle said, "Damn Dean, we just can't take these fucking 
sluts anywhere! Come on ladies, time to go. Then he 
left, with our clothes. We followed him out, naked of 
course, while Dean stayed and paid the man. 


We sat in the car and tried to decide what to do next. 
It had been an eventful couple of days but we had all 
slept late today and no one was tired. We ended up 
going back to the restaurant where we had eaten dinner 
to have desert and drinks out on the deck over the 
water.

This is my life now! We eat most meals out. The four of 
us do most everything together. We travel. But mostly 
we play. It's hard to believe that a flat tire had such 
a drastic effect on my life. 

THE END

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