Things start to wind down as husbands and wives come together. I see kissing and groping as though they are reconnecting. It makes me smile seeing them being affectionate with each other. But it also makes me think of Nora.
Why can’t we seem to let go of whatever it is we’re feuding over? I see a closeness all around me that makes me sad we’ve been this way for so long. We have no intimacy anymore.
There’s a loneliness that makes me glad these couples appear to genuinely love each other. Joyce and Tom come over to sit next to me. Maybe they see something in my expression.
“We don’t want you to feel left out, James,” she says thoughtfully.
“Oh not at all. It looks like you folks are simply renewing your closeness to each other. I don’t mind at all.”
“That’s a good way of putting it,” Tom tells me. “After a lot of sexual activity, we usually come together to reconnect. In our case it’s a way of showing our love and appreciation for each other.”
“Tom’s so thoughtful,” Joyce tells me as she hugs him. “Every time we participate in one of these sessions we come back together, only to feel closer than ever.”
“I just love the look on her face when she’s being pleasured by another man. I’ve even picked up several pointers along the way to sweeten our own sexual communication.”
“You should see it when he’s fucking another woman,” Joyce adds with a grin. “The look on her face as he pounds her hard? It still amazes me how much that turns me on!”
“No more than watching your eyes roll as you take another man’s cock down your throat, honey. And when you’re screaming underwater in orgasm as another guy fucks the breath out of your lungs? That gets me every time.”
“We’re actually kind of selfish about this, James,” she finishes with a smile. “It turns us both on so much that we can’t help coming back for more. Then when we’re off by ourselves? Gawd; those are the best!”
“It’s still kind of new to me,” I confess. “But I can certainly see the appeal.”
“What about you, James?” Tom asks. “What was it like seeing Nora pleasured underwater by someone else while she was tied to that pool ladder?”
“I liked the fact she didn’t have any control,” I confess sheepishly. “Maybe it’s a little cruel streak that runs through me. It looked like she was enjoying herself despite not having any say in what was being done to her.”
I pause for a moment as I remember that scene from earlier. Then I smile at them. “I still can’t get over the way you were fucking her with that toy while licking her nub, Joyce. That was absolutely incredible.”
She smiles as though she’s a little embarrassed. “It was arousing as hell, James. Your wife can really cum up a storm when she’s properly motivated. Her being so helpless and unable to stop me from fucking her like that? I’m getting all turned on again just thinking about it!”
“Last time when she came here without you I think she was a bit more reserved. She tried to stay more in control of things. Did you see it that way too, honey?”
“I noticed that as well, Tom. She did like riding cock in the water. And she went under every now and then. But I don’t recall her doing all that much sucking. I’m not sure how many times I saw her orgasm, although I can only assume that she did.”
“I think she’s cum more on this trip than the last time she was here with us.” Joyce nodded in agreement at her husband’s assessment.
“I’ve certainly seen her cum more than I’m used to,” I tell them with a smile. “Maybe losing control allows her to concentrate on what’s being done to her.”
“That’s a good thing,” Joyce declares with a smile. “James, I hope it brings out the best in Nora… for both your sakes.”
When Donna returns I see some sort of black hood in her hands. She’s also carrying some Velcro cuffs. I shiver as I start to wonder what the hell I’ve committed myself to.
“Having second thoughts?” Wilma asks, eyeing me as though she doubts I’m going to go through with this. “I can see it in your eyes. You’d prefer to hang onto control, wouldn’t you?”
“Well… yeah… kinda.”
She turns toward Donna and tells her, “That’s what I thought. It’s a nice idea. But I don’t think Nora’s ready for this.”
“I’ll do it,” Donna offers excitedly. “Losing control means I get to focus more on pleasure and orgasms. Being blind and bound makes the orgasms all the more intense.”
I’m really having second thoughts. But I can’t allow Donna to do something I’m not sure I want to do myself. “I guess I’ll do it,” I tell them as I wave her to bring the items over.
“Wow, Nora! You really sound enthusiastic.” Gene laughs mockingly. Ford and Donna chuckle as I blush.
“Are you sure about all this?” Wilma asks dubiously. She knows me all too well.
I hesitate a moment. Then I tell her, “I think I… I really want to do this.”
Gene laughs again. “I was wrong; she’s thrilled about this.” The others chuckle good-naturedly.
“You don’t have to, Nora. You know we don’t want to force you. We’re all friends here.”
“No, Wilma. I… I really want to give it a try.”
“You sound like you’re having reservations. You gave up control out in the big pool earlier. Maybe now you regret that.”
I wince as I consider the matter. Maybe Wilma is right about this. Maybe I don’t want to give up control.
Maybe I really don’t want to submit, either to them or to James. It occurs to me I’m going to have to take a chance and force myself. “You’re probably right,” I sigh wistfully. “I don’t know. But I’m going to do this anyway… I think. So let’s do this before I chicken out.”
Donna tries to be helpful. “You really don’t have to do this, Nora. We’re not going to push anyone into do anything they don’t want to do.”
I look around to see everyone looking at me expectantly. I don’t see condemnation in a single face. It reassures me despite the nervousness I feel.
I reach out my hand and tell Wilma, “Just give me the damned hood, ok?”
“So you’re willing to be put in your place?” my best friend asks warily.
Donna smiles as she says, “Only if there are orgasms involved.” Everyone laughs again.
Donna gets into the water with us. She and Wilma work to pull the hood down over my head. It totally cuts off my vision, making me stiffen in alarm.
It definitely feels claustrophobic. I feel a jolt of anxiety. I also experience a surge of erotic tingles.
I tell myself I’m doing this for my husband. No, I’m actually doing it for myself. If I push myself and go all the way then I’ll prove to myself I can do it. James will simply reap the rewards of my efforts if I play my cards right.
“She looks good,” Ford says with a chuckle as I blindly look all around. “It gives you that submissive look, Nora.”
“It’s definitely sexy,” Gene adds.
I can still hear; the guys’ comments reassure me. I can also breathe through my nose. But it’s worse than the blackened dive mask I wore in the pool.
“You want the cuffs now?” Donna asks carefully. Wilma answers, “I don’t think she’s willing to go that far.”
I turn toward her voice, but I can’t see a damned thing. “I’m willing,” I reply with a faint tremor in my voice. “It’s no big deal. James has cuffed me in the water before. So I kind of know what to expect.”
“Yeah, you told me that once before,” Wilma says as I feel her turn me around. “Still trying to exert a little control, are we?”
“No I’m not,” I lie
She takes my wrists and carefully pulls them behind my back. I feel her attach the soft cuffs with the Velcro straps. I realize I could probably get out of them anytime I want to. I have to make myself put that thought out of my head.
“Do you really want to go all the way with this, Nora?” Wilma sure sounds skeptical.
I hear Donna excitedly offer to take my place. “I’m so turned on right now imagining all the things we’re going to do to her. I’ll do it if you want to back out, Nora.”
“No, I’m in,” I respond bravely as my heart skips a beat. I do feel a growing arousal. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
“On the bright side, loss of control means you get to focus on all those juicy sensations of pleasure and orgasms; right, Nora?”
“Yeah, Donna; but Nora here really loves her control.” I can hear the smirk in Wilma’s voice as she adds, “There’s nothing wrong with that. I just don’t want her feeling uncomfortable or forced.”
“Can we just get on with it?” Now I feel a surge of stubbornness flare up within me.
“Does that mean I get to dunk you, Nora?”
“Whatever the hell you want, Wilma.” I think she’s loving this a little too much.
I let out a yelp as I’m forced head down into the water. I bubble out of my mouth and nose as Donna and Wilma grab my arms and pull them behind my back while I’m face down. Then I feel them apply the soft cuffs to my wrists.
“All the way, Nora,” I hear Wilma chuckle as my legs are pulled up and back toward my wrists. Then they start attaching cuffs to my ankles.
Oh crap! They must be using a hogtie ring to hook my wrists and ankles together! James used it on me in the hot tub once before.
I’ll admit that time it was a little erotic. But it was also scary as hell. Now it’s happening to me again.
In no time at all my wrists and ankles are secured together behind my back. I feel like a trussed up turkey as I float face down in the water. I grunt and bubble as I wriggle around. Why the hell did I agree to this??
Wilma pulls my head up. I gasp for breath as I tremble like mad. “Say ‘banana’ and I’ll set you free, Nora. Ask for a banana and you’re liable to get something entirely different.” I hear laughter at her words.
I nearly say the word. Then Wilma lets me go. I inhale right before I’m submerged.
I feel hands reach under and start groping and fondling my boobs. There’s nothing I can do about my situation now. But there’s a part of me that wants out of my hogtie in the worst way.
Wilma and the others wouldn’t dream of harming me. I could stop this right now. But something tells me if I do, it might all but signal the end of our time here. And I don’t want that… at least not yet.
This could go a long way in softening my attitude toward James. So I tell myself to calm down and enjoy it while it lasts. Besides, I can already feel those familiar erotic tingles in my quivering pussy.
My head is pulled up out of the water again and I gasp for breath. I blink my eyes, but I can’t see a thing. “Change your mind already?” Wilma taunts with a smirk in her voice. “I’ll be happy to remove the hood and cuffs if you want. All you have to do is say the word. Besides, we’ve got Donna here as a willing replacement. She’s really getting all turned on right now.”
I feel a stubborn streak rise up within me. Maybe it’s nothing more than jealousy someone else might get to enjoy what Wilma wants to do to me. “Hell no!” I blurt out. “Go ahead and do your worst.”
“You really mean that?”
I gulp as I swallow hard. Knowing Wilma, I might really be asking for it. I’m trembling as I tell her, “G-Go right ahead.”
She forces me right back down into the water. I grunt and bubble, wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Then I feel hands reach under to grope my boobs.
I hear Wilma’s voice up at the surface… “I think I’m going to enjoy this.” Then I feel her fingers work my nipples. I wriggle and bubble as another surge of excitement ripples through me.
I get pinched until I yip out a burst of bubbles. Then my head gets pulled back up. I come up gasping for breath again.
Wilma asks, “Are you quitting already? Go right ahead, Nora. Donna will gladly switch places if you wish. Or we can go and fetch Sandra if we need to. She loves being our submissive.”
A part of me is anxious. But her words trigger a defiant streak in me. I blurt out, “I can take it, Wilma.”
She laughs cruelly. Then I’m pushed back down. I bubble like crazy as I feel another surge of fear and arousal.
Hands return; this time I think Donna is helping her grope me. They’re enjoying this way too much. I find myself wondering what the guys are thinking.
My head gets pulled back up. Again I gasp for breath. At least she’s not keeping me down very long.
I hear Wilma ask, “Would you like to keep playing, Nora? Or do you want me to set you free? It’s strictly up to you.”
I hesitate as I think about it. I’m still struggling with it a little. Then I tell her, “I guess I’ll keep playing.”
“You guess?” she laughs.
I grab another quick breath as my heart beats fast. It’s a good thing too. She cruelly pushes my body underwater yet again.
My hands wriggle as my feet cock and curl in my hogtie. There’s still that element of fear and anxiety. But there’s also a sense of sexual arousal.
My head is pulled up and I gasp again for breath. “I’m really enjoying this,” Wilma whispers into my ear. She’s loud enough for everyone else to hear.
“I’ll vouch for that,” her husband Ford adds. “She’s definitely enjoying herself, Nora. I always thought she had it in her. I think she’s been wanting to do this to you for a long time now.”
I hear Wilma’s voice in my ear again. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to the guys in here? I see two erections needing some immediate attention. How’d you like to be our bondage slut for a while?”
“It would be a dream come true for Sandra,” Donna adds with a chuckle. “She’ll be jealous as hell once she finds out.”
I stiffen from a mixture of fear and excitement. What will it feel like to be used for their sexual pleasure? I find myself trembling with nervous anticipation.
I think back to Sandra being all tied up in the water. I remember what they did to her and how much she enjoyed it. Maybe a little “slut” practice would be good for me. It’s something I could do for my husband once we get back home.
At that moment it occurs to me James has never treated me like a slut. Of course I never really wanted him to. I guess I never thought of it as being appropriate.
The idea of him lusting after me has a certain appeal. Would he love having me act like a slut for him? I never really considered before.
“Well, Nora? What will it be? The bubbling slut, or the wife in control?”
I pause only a moment. Then I make my decision. “I’ll take ‘bubbling slut’ for $200, Wilma.”
I’m not sure what she’s going to do to me. But in the end I suspect I’m going to get some cock. That’s starting to appeal to me more than the anxiety I’m experiencing right now.
“Are you sure, Nora?”
“I’m sure, Wilma.”
“Works for me.” Then I hear her demand, “Somebody wanna get this slut a cock to keep her mouth busy?”
I’m suddenly pushed back down into the water. I writhe and bubble as another surge of erotic tingles flush through my body. Then I sense movement in the water.
A hard cock pushes its way against my lips. I’m hit by a more intense surge of erotic tingles. “Suck it, slut!” Wilma demands from the surface.
I dutifully open my mouth. Then I take it between my lips. It thrusts in and out, not going too deep.
I bubble as it hardens between my lips. I feel it twitch as I try to remember what I learned earlier. Focusing on sucking the cock in front of me helps me relax while holding my breath.
I still feel a little discomfort over having given up total control. Yet I still feel a sense that I have a say in the matter. It’s somewhat reassuring.
Being helpless means I don’t have to think about anything other than the sensations I’m experiencing. Amazingly I’m turned on like you wouldn’t believe! I grunt and bubble as I suck on the cock in my mouth.
Damn! Is this why Sandra likes being submissive so much??
Tom and Joyce excuse themselves, asking if I’m going to be ok. I thank them as I tell them I should be heading off looking for Nora soon. Joyce says she’s probably with the others somewhere, no doubt enjoying a good fuck.
They get out of the soaking tub and dry themselves off. They wrap themselves up in towels before heading inside. I look around to see whose left.
Art and Irene Giddings are no longer out here with us. Bart and Laura Williams have also gone inside. Melvin and Sandra Levinson make out with each other off by themselves.
They see me alone and come over to check up on me. Sandra gives me a kiss on the lips, thanking me for my participation. “No; thank you,” I reply with a smile.
I tell her husband, “You have quite the wife.”
“She loves fucking while holding her breath,” Melvin responds with a grin. “It’s such a turn-on seeing her with others. Gawd; I love her so much!”
I smile in reply, only to be reminded of Nora again. I try not to let it show. But I can’t help it as my smile fades.
I don’t want to rain on their parade. Perhaps it’s best not to sit around and get all down in the dumps. “I suppose I’d better go look for Nora,” I say as I stand up.
“We were just getting out ourselves,” Sandra says as we all climb out of the water. It seems odd how none of us are affected by the nudity on display.
Melvin and I fetch towels for Sandra. I dry myself off before wrapping mine around my waist. Then I gather my clothes.
“Want any help finding Nora?”
“Oh, she’s got to be around here somewhere, Melvin.”
“The place is pretty big, James. We’ll tag along until you find her if you wish.”
“That’s very kind of you, Sandra. You don’t have to, but you’re welcome to join me until I locate her. She’s probably back at the room… unless she’s off somewhere getting fucked like Joyce said.”
“It was sexy as hell while she was cuffed to the ladder this afternoon, James.”
“Yes it was, Sandra. That was quite unusual for my wife.”
“It looked like she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter,” her husband observes. “But I didn’t see any signs of her complaining or motioning to be set free.”
“That surprised me too, Melvin. I was sure she would have put a stop to it. Maybe it caught her by surprise. Or maybe she decided to go with it. Hell, maybe she actually enjoyed it.”
“Maybe so,” Sandra says with a smile. “Anyway, it was erotic as hell. Of course you were a hell of a lot of fun in the pool today too, James.”
“I’m so glad I made it fun for you.”
“You sure as hell did.”
We go inside where we check the kitchen and dining area. But she’s not in there eating a snack or anything else. I figure she’s probably back in our guest room.
The Levinson’s stay with me as I head off to our room. They’re just being thoughtful, which I really appreciate. I’m glad my ongoing feud with Nora has not put a damper on things.
“I hope we haven’t spoiled anything,” I tell them regretfully as we stroll down the hall. “I’ve had a blast. I just hope we haven’t soured things with you guys while we’ve been here.”
“You’ve been great, James,” Sandra tells me. “Normally we don’t divide couples up like that. But you two seemed to split apart the moment you got here. We just sort of went with it.”
“Well, I’m glad we didn’t offend you.”
“Don’t worry. You didn’t.”
We reach the guest room where I thank them for the escort. “She’s probably inside,” I motion with a gesture. “Thanks for a great evening.”
“Thank YOU, James,” Sandra replies with a grin.
I open the door and look inside. “Well what a surprise,” I say out loud, causing them both to stop and turn back toward me. “She’s not in our room. Where in the world could she be?”
The cock pulls out and I’m lifted up for another breath where I gasp quietly. The hogtie gear is still in place. Then I hear Wilma smirk as she asks, “Still want to be our slut, Nora? I warn you I’m just getting started.”
“Ok,” I gasp, feeling a surge of helpless anxiety as well as a continuing arousal.
“Suck cock, slut!” and back down I go, bubbling as she pushes me under.
The same dick is pushed back against my lips. I open my mouth as once more I’m forced to suck it. That’s when someone submerges behind me.
I feel a mouth on my pussy, blowing bubbles into my quivering slit. It feels like soft, feminine lips. Is it Donna? Or is it Wilma? Does it matter?
I moan and bubble as I wriggle and squirm. I didn’t think I would enjoy any kind of female-on-female sex. But with all that’s happened today, I don’t know what to think.
I’m kept submerged, forced to suck cock as a tongue works my pussy over real good. I can’t see a damned thing, so I have to depend on my other senses. All I know is that tongue feels incredible as lips nibble on my swollen nub, triggering an even greater arousal.
Up I come, gasping for breath as I wriggle and moan. I hear the woman working my crotch come up to the surface as well. I assume it’s Donna as I wriggle around in my hogtie.
Strangely I’m beginning to feel more accepting of the situation I find myself in. I’m less inclined to want to be set free. “How about another cock to suck?” Wilma suggests with a wicked chuckle. Then she forces my head back under.
I bubble as a cock pushes against my lips, forcing me to open my mouth underwater. The size feels different. If I’m not sucking Ford then I must be sucking Gene.
As I work the cock with my tongue I feel a hand rub my crotch. I suspect it’s Donna again. I think Wilma is the one lifting me up and then submerging me.
Donna submerges, and I feel her tongue in my pussy again. I wriggle and squirm as I groan into the cock in my mouth. They’re really working me over good… and it feels incredible!
I’m finally pulled up for another breath of air. I hear Wilma say, “Do you like sucking cock underwater, slut?”
“Yes,” I pant as I try to nod my head.
It occurs to me I might undo all the progress I’ve made if I stop now. So I’m willing to keep going. After all, I’m trying to show Wilma I’m up for just about anything she wants to do to me.
“Slut!” she says as she pushes me back down. Once more a cock is pushed against my lips. And once more I take it into my mouth, doing my best to please the owner as Donna rubs and licks my slit underwater.
“Now where could she be?” I ask curiously. Actually I have two choices. I can wait in the room until she returns. Or I can go look for her.
“Want us to help you find her?” Sandra offers with a smile.
“As long as it’s no trouble.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” Melvin assures me. “She must be off somewhere having fun. Right now I’m a little curious myself just to see what kind of trouble she might be getting herself into.”
“Or who she might be fucking,” Sandra adds with a wink and a grin.
We head down to that room with the observation window looking out into the pool. But the waters are quiet. She’s not out there.
They lead me to a large room with tons of pillows. It looks like some sort of orgy room. But it’s empty as well.
“She’s not in here,” Sandra observes, stating the obvious as she looks all around. “Maybe we should check the soaking pool, honey.”
“Yeah, she might be there,” Melvin agrees.
“Soaking pool?” I ask curiously. “You mean the one outside… the one we just came from?”
“This one’s indoors, James,” Sandra replies. “…in case it rains, I suppose. It’s a big house.”
“It sure is.”
They lead me down a couple of halls to a glass door. Right away I can tell it’s in use. Inside I see Ford, Wilma, Gene and Donna.
A third woman is submerged in the water with some sort of hood covering her head and face. She’s wearing what looks like hogtie gear on her wrists and ankles. It looks similar to what we have back home.
Bubbles come up from where it looks like she’s sucking Gene’s cock underwater. But I can’t for the life of me identify who it might be. She does look vaguely familiar though.
I shake my head as I tell them, “Nora’s not here either. Where else could she be? Is it possible she’s in a room somewhere with another couple?”
“Gawd, that looks hot!” Sandra breathes excitedly as she stands there watching. “I wonder who they’ve got in there. Strange how none of the other husbands are in there with her.”
“I wonder who Nora’s with,” Melvin muses thoughtfully as he looks inside. Then he makes the same observation.
“You’re right, Sandra. I would think her husband would be right there watching her. She doesn’t look like any of the other…”
His voice trails off just as his wife makes the connection. “Damn, James! That’s Nora in there!”
“Are you sure?” I stare incredulously. I can’t believe it!
They pull her head up and she gasps for breath. I hear Wilma tell her, “How about it, slut? You want more cock?”
I hear the word “Yes” before the woman gasps for breath and is pushed back under. Bubbles come up as it looks like she goes right back to sucking cock underwater.
What the hell?
“Gawd!” Sandra gasps breathlessly. “That’s Nora, honey; I’m sure of it! Think we can go inside and watch?”
“I don’t see why not,” Melvin replies enthusiastically
I’m so stunned I don’t know what to say. They quietly open the door and the three of us slip inside. Wilma sees me in an instant.
Immediately she brings a finger to her lips as though indicating we should all be quiet. I smile as I nod obediently. I want to stay out of the way of whatever is going on in here, especially when I see Donna grin at me as she hefts a toy in her hand.
© 2018; 2019 (written Feb 12 ’18; ed. Aug 6 ’19 by riwa)