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At 10 am that Monday, I was still in my robe when the doorbell ding-donged. I pushed the photos under a magazine and answered the door. If it’s the UPS guy, I thought, maybe I’ll let my robe fall open just for a second. But it wasn’t the UPS guy. “Gina!” I exclaimed. “What are you . . ?” She wrapped her arms around me in a big hug. Her hands slid down to my butt. I led her inside before we traumatized the neighbors. She sat on the sofa and spoke loudly so I could hear her from the kitchen. “Columbus Day is a holiday at the bank, so I thought I’d finally bring over the wedding present I bought you and Jason.” I yelled back, “How’d you even know where Jason’s house is? Oh, yeah, you dated him for a while.” “And last week I broke up with the guy you met in the Poconos, so I figured, nice day, take a drive, fall colors, you know. Hey, what are these?” I sauntered back to the living room. The coffee would need some time to make itself. Gina was looking at the pictures I’d been looking at and grinning. “This isn’t Jason,” she said and laughed. “You slut!” I wasn’t as embarrassed as I would have been before the sex party in the Poconos the month before. I’d first met Gina there and we became as close as two women can in one weekend, including sharing a couple guys and sex with each other. But I hadn’t heard from her again until now. “I was just, um, reminiscing,” I said. “The kid, Chad, was sixteen when that happened last year, and the other woman was another teacher. I’m sure you won’t tell anyone, and Jason knows, but before I married him, Chad and I fooled around.” “You fucked a student? No, wait, you told me you were a virgin when you got married, so . . .” Now I was embarrassed. “We just played with each other’s fun parts,” I explained. “Some oral sex. I liked to make him come. I taught him how to do the same for me. But no intercourse.” Gina held up a picture of Chad eating my pussy. At my insistence, he had still been wearing his jockeys. She asked, “Underwear? Oh, I get it, no fucking. And these are their phone numbers on the back?” “Yes, and notes about the, uh, event.” “New York City! Nice. Wow,” Gina said, “nice close up of his cock in the other teacher’s cunt. You were quite the intrepid photographer to get so close to the action.” “Gimme those,” I said, not really angry. I smelled the coffee. “You want cream? Sugar?” When I returned with our two mugs, I saw the pictures had been pushed aside and there was a wrapped box on the table. “Really, Gina, a wedding present? We’ve been married for seven months. It could almost be an anniversary present.” “The truth is,” she said, “I was doing closet-clearing therapy and I found these, so I’m really re-gifting. I never used them because I already Escort izmir had better stuff. So I was thinking about you guys and, anyway, open it!” I tore through the paper and had to laugh. “Complete bondage kit? We don’t do this kind of thing.” “Well, honey, from these pictures it looks like it was mostly vanilla sex before you got married and I got the impression in the Poconos that a crazy day for you is strawberry. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But remember Charlie?” I nodded. I will absolutely never forget how Charlie, maybe fifteen years older than I was, gave me the best fuck and first orgasm from fucking in my life. Of course, I was only 23 – I’m writing here about events that happened seventeen years ago and a lot of good sex has happened between then and now. “Well, now,” Gina said, “maybe there are a few flavors still worth trying. Where is Jason, anyway?” “He’s at work. You have off, there’s no school for me, but it’s not a holiday for him.” “You want to set this up and surprise him?” she asked, a wicked grin on her face. “No.” “Come on, it’ll be fun.” “No.” Gina took the coffee from my hand. She placed it carefully on the coffee table, away from the pictures, and leaned into me. Her lips found mine and I felt her hand clamp onto my boob under the robe. I put my hand over hers and we rubbed my boob together. Mouths open, our tongues touched and probed, not so much kissing as tongue wrestling, enjoying the texture and the wetness. Gina’s tongue pulled back and mine followed past her teeth, exploring and remembering her mouth, our lips locked tightly together. I pulled her hand from my boob and pressed it between my legs. I began to masturbate, with her hand between mine and my clitty. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. “Let’s move to the bedroom,” I suggested, leading the way. When we arrived, she tossed the gift she’d grabbed off the table on to the green and brown bedspread and began to unbutton her blouse. “No, you don’t,” I said, pushing her on to the bed and straddling her, my robe falling open, “that’s my job.” Gina fondled my boobs while I unbuttoned her. She shrugged out of her blouse and bra and I toppled on to her, my not especially big boobs pressing into her even smaller breasts. I kissed her deeply, reaching down with my hand to rub her pussy through her jeans. “We can’t have these,” I said. While I pulled off her jeans and panties, Gina opened the box. “Oh, no you don’t,” I said. “Help me set it up and you can tie me down first,” she replied. “I’ll be a happy guinea pig.” There was hardly any set-up. Long red straps slid under the mattress. I Velcro-cuffed her wrists and ankles, then tightened the straps so she was izmir escort spread-eagled on the bed. Gina said, “Not quite that tight, honey.” I made some adjustments, but she still could hardly move. I rubbed my hands together and said, “I’ve got you now, my pretty!” I had her, but I didn’t really know what to do with her – lovely Gina, completely at my mercy, with her vibrant red hair, freckled arms, long lean body and bald pussy. We had smeared her dark burgundy smile, a wonderfully wanton look. I went to the dresser and pulled out my vibrators, one that fit on my finger and one cock-sized large (not extra-large). My finger hummed along her nipple. The cock buzzed across her breast. I felt like I was expected to do something outrageous and kinky, but I could think of nothing. I rubbed her all over with the vibrators, but it wasn’t really fun until I clambered on top and kissed her hard, intentionally spreading her lipstick across her cheek. I kissed her absolutely everywhere: between her eyes, down her arms, her hips, her toes. I sucked her breasts, licked her tummy and nibbled her thighs. All the while, my two hands buzzed away on parts of her body where I wasn’t smooching. Finally pushing my tongue into her cunt, my finger vibrated on her asshole and the cock hummed on her clit. Gina writhed against the restraints. After a long, very wet minute with my face in her pussy, my cheeks and chin dripping like I’d eaten a watermelon without using my hands, I eased the vibrating cock into her cunt. My tongue licked at her nub. My finger vibrated between her ass cheeks. We were almost motionless except for my lips and tongue, while the vibrators whined a harmony of high-pitched buzz and a deeper hum. My tongue pressed Gina’s clit, I sucked and nibbled, until Gina suddenly thrashed against the restraints, squealing loudly. When she stopped, I looked up from her cunt. “OK?” I asked. “That was good,” she said, slightly breathless. “Really good, but I’m not sure you took as much advantage as you could have.” “Well, maybe I don’t have your experience with all those crazy sex flavors,” I said. “Why don’t you show me some mint chocolate chip?” “Good idea,” Gina replied. After a quick pee break, I took her place on the bed. When I had looked at spread-eagled Gina, I’d seen someone in a position receptive for sex. With my legs spread wide and my arms tied down, I felt horribly exposed and vulnerable. I wanted to cover myself, even though Gina had seen and explored all of me before. “I can’t move!” I complained. “Exactly.” “What if I have an itch?” “You can ask,” she said. “Maybe I’ll scratch it. Maybe not.” “Don’t I need a safe word or something?” “Sure, honey” Gina said. izmir escort bayan “You can say ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ – or you can just say, ‘Hey, Gina, don’t fucking do that’. So, what else is in this kit?” She held up a ball, with straps attached. I figured the idea was it would go in my mouth so I couldn’t talk. “Gina, super don’t fucking do that,” I said. “OK,” Gina agreed, “but we will be using this.” She held up a black blindfold. After rubbing it over my nipples and my face, a silky, satiny sensation, she slipped it over my eyes. Now just relax, I’ll be right back.” I heard the front door open and close and I yelled, “Don’t leave me!” Gina called back, “I was just kidding.” Very funny. I listened to her in the kitchen, opening and closing drawers and cabinets. The refrigerator doors opened and closed several times. I heard chopping and clinking noises. My mind wandered in uncomfortable directions. I didn’t really know Gina very well, come to think of it, and I was helpless. What if she put something really big inside me? I remembered there was a whole bunch of celery in there. And the squash! What if she used kitchen tools, like tongs on my nipples? What if . . ? Things rattled near my head on the nightstands as she put them down. I heard those strange short tones the phone made when the buttons were pushed. I wasn’t afraid of the dark, but I was afraid of being unable to see what she was up to. “Who are you calling?” I asked. “Hello, is this Chad?” “No!” I said automatically. Gina covered my mouth with her hand. I thought about the ball gag and quieted. “Hi, Chad, I’m Gina, calling on behalf of a teacher from school. Diane? She tells me she knows you really well.” Long pause. “Yes. We’d like you to come over and visit.” Longer pause, followed by a laugh. “You know where she lives now, at Jason’s house?” Pause. “Yes, Mr. Shepherd. He’s away all day, by the way. That’s a hint.” Pause. “Yes, as fast as you can. We’re already naked.” She hung up. I said, “Gina, I know you’ll fuck anybody, but I’m a happily married woman.” “Glad to hear it,” she replied, “but I also watched you fuck Charlie and Josh, just last month. Not to mention whoever I missed. And Jason was watching you, too, when he wasn’t fucking me or someone else, so we can assume he’s flexible.” “But for a student to see me like this . . .” “Besides, how do you know I don’t want him to do me? Let’s just see how it goes,” she said. “In the meantime, hmmmm . . . “ Something brushed the inside of my thigh and I jumped – or tried to. Stupid straps. Fucking blindfold. “Shhh,” Gina said, “I shouldn’t tell you, everything should be a surprise, but this is just a basting brush from your kitchen. You will only feel good things, I promise. Just relax. If you can. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!” Her Dr. Evil laugh made me smile. I remembered the encounter group in the Poconos, the joy and love in their touches, and tried to relax. The brush continued up my leg, around my pussy, down the other leg, back up, down, up .