He took both of her hands in his and turned her slowly back toward the couch. As he did this, the monitor gave a full view of her, almost like it was an intentional effort to display her. It clearly showed that her blouse was so much more revealing than I had remembered. Maybe it was just the light, but it made her look so alluring; like she had dressed very carefully to be attractive for a man. A person not knowing her would think at this point she had come to the party for a purpose.
Then, together they sat down again on the couch. Her eyes never moved from his. She was transfixed by him. His smile seemed to be all she needed to feel that it was acceptable to be dressed as she was. I could clearly see the gentle movement of her thin blouse over her bare breasts, but her concerns seemed to have disappeared for now.
They sat closely on the couch, too closely, talking quietly. Minutes passed, and then he moved even closer as his left arm moved around her back and his right hand moved gently up to her face. He held her very tenderly turning her slightly such that she was looking directly into his eyes. She offered no resistance. She made no effort to move away from him.
The warm smile never left his face and as they turned I was certain I saw a slight smile in return pass over her lips as she moved.
She was now very close to David. She looked sensational sitting beside him.
I guess I had never stopped to really look at her while she was getting ready, I was too anxious to get to Sunny’s party. In fact I can’t remember the last time I looked at her carefully as a woman. I came to the party convinced she would be in that blue jacket all evening. She would look attractive, but a bit dowdy and way too conservative to be off interest to another male.
Chapter Six
My wife revealed
Now she was sitting way to close to him and her thin beige blouse and short blue skirt were way too revealing. She looked charming and so sensual. It was amazing how, just removing her jacket, had changed her looks. The outline of her body could clearly be seen through the blouse. It was obvious to any observer, that she was wearing that sexy bustier. Why had I ever suggested she wear such a thing? It made her look so unlike herself…like a woman filled with erotic desires.
Even on the video, I could clearly see her breasts moving with each excited breath she took. They were on display for him and she was completely oblivious; lost in his attentions.
I moaned and tried to sit up…useless. I could not make any sound or movement. I was helpless. Sunny quietly sat beside me on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing my upper leg. Her silk gloved right hand found my testicles and she began to gently manipulate them. Gently she pulled them downward in my scrotum in a milking motion. This firm movement clearly convinced me of her complete control over me. She could cause me such pain if she wanted, but a feeling of trust passed through me. I was throbbing with desire for her. I was distracted from the activity upstairs for a while. I could hear my own breathing in such a strange way with this device wedged in my mouth.
Sunny looked down from the video monitors for a moment,
“That David is such a wonderful guy. I just knew he could find a way to entertain her and allow us some time together. What magic he has with the ladies. You can be assured, however, that he knows his limits. Sunny has given him his instructions as to exactly how far he can go with her, and he will not go beyond the limits I gave him!”
“They seem to be getting along just fine and his work is much more enjoyable now. I am sure he appreciates his time with her much more without her being encased in that rather formal business suit jacket.”
“None the less, he knows his limits; he is a professional.” She ends with a reassuring note.
She looked down at me with a smile and then her gaze returned up to the monitor.
David was holding my wife just as before, but he had begun to gently kiss her. It was like a game. He would slowly move toward her until his lips found her…then move away…looking into her eyes for approval. Finding the look he desired, his kiss would come back to her again and again…her lips…then her neck…then back under her ear; time after time he paused to look into her eyes assuring him that she was pleased.
My wife was being worked over by a real gigolo; and it was clear that she was responding in a way I would have never believed possible. My wife, this inhibited woman, who had trouble stopping the mailman to ask for postage, was allowing this guy to come onto her like a freight train. She had never responded like this. She was in completely uncharted territory; things were being done to her that she did not understand and she was responding in a frightening fashion.
Sexual foreplay for my wife was a one way street and until now I was the only movement on that street. When it came to anything sexual, she did what I asked her to do, but that was it…she never suggested, created, or seemed to want to be very involved.
Now, she was absolutely caught up in what he was doing do her. She could simply get up and walk away from him, if she wanted…he was not stopping her…, but it was clear from her responses, walking away was not on her mind at this point, for sure.
The screen to the right still showed a happy group at the bar. They were drinking, standing at the bar, caught up watching the monitors which had come alive over the bar; what these video feeds provided was very entertaining.
It was at this point I realized that David had taken my wife out of the bar. As the camera scanned the room it confirmed that my wife and David were no longer there. He was alone with her. He had taken her to another room in the condo. A smaller room dominated by black and chrome.
This should be very alarming. This all could blow up any minute, but something about all of this continued to give me a roaring erection and Sunny was completely aware of my condition. She was witnessing what the video of my wife was doing to me. Sunny had begun to apply a warm cream to my chest while making sure she did not block my view.
Finished with the cream, she turned to the night stand beside the bed and opened a drawer. A straight razor…not a safety razor we all know…but an old fashion straight razor was laid out in the drawer. Her lips come down to my left nipple and as her teeth gently grasp me…she brought the open razor over, just below my nipple. Slowly she moved the cold steal around the nipple as she held it extended upward with her teeth. The sharp blade made no mark, but it was unbelievable erotic…it was a symbol of her complete domination.
She moved slowly up over me, to possess me, but in a way that assured I could continue to see David and my wife together. It was as if she had them putting on a performance to accompany the erotic feelings she was creating within me. My sexual desires were out of control. My attention was driven back and forth from the video monitors to the reality of what Sunny was doing to my body.
David had my wife’s face turned directly toward him. His hands held her tenderly but firmly and his gentle kisses had established a pattern. He moved from her lips to her neck…then around to just under her ear…then back to her lips. He would move away slightly, pause, look deeply into her eyes, and then return to her lips and neck again.
Her hands were still in her lap where she had placed them earlier, but it was clear she was responding to him. Her elbows had moved back against the couch as his titillation causes her to arch her back thrusting her breasts forward toward him, in a submissive posture. She was trembling. Her breasts were exaggerated in this position and I could see them moving with her quickened breath.
Then as I watched, the impossible occurred. David stopped kissing her, held her head gently with both hands, and whispered something very close to her ear. When he finished, he moved his body slightly away from her, while still gently holding her face toward him with both of his hands. She was positioned such that she was still seated looking directly into his eyes, but her body was turned so the camera had a clear view of her.
Slowly, sensuously her hands came up from her lap and she slowly unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. She hesitated…looking only at him…he smiled…turned her head and whispered again. The movement of his lips clearly said…one more.
Then, is lips brushed her neck as she opened the second button.
This very, very, shy woman…how could she…in school she could not undress in the shower with other girls…she undressed in our closet for years…and now she was willingly doing this for him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Once again he whisper “one more” and she responded. Didn’t she remember, with just three or four buttons undone, her breasts would be exposed?
She seemed oblivious to what she was doing…the potential exposure and danger. With just a little of his encouragement, she continued.
All the time he held her head in his hands keeping her eyes focused on his; not allowing her to look downward.
One button…another and her blouse began to open slightly exposing her cleavage. Impossible, this is something she had never permitted before. With each button she hesitated, still looking in his eyes, but he would whisper once more and she would continue.
When she finished opening the last button, the blouse fell open. Her hands stayed suspended in front of her. She made no effort to close it; in fact as he move his lips from her neck, her arms actually spread slightly, almost as an invitation.
His kiss moved to her lips and as he did her arms went back against the couch causing the blouse to open completely and her breasts were thrust forward held upward in an erotic elevated position by the bustier.
Slowly, he turned her ever so slightly; it was so obvious that he was turning her so the monitor camera could capture her even better.
As he turned her, his gaze moved downward, appreciating his progress. She had no bra above the bustier. Her bare breasts were right there…bare…held high…accentuated, and heaving from his attentions. Her dark full nipples were held outward toward him above the lace edge of the bustier. She was providing the ultimate, though completely unintended invitation.
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