Home Again Pt 02

Katy walks slowly backwards towards the bedroom. Her eyes are fixed on mine. Her hand is still under my chin as she guides me to follow her. She stops as we reach the side of the bed, then pats her hand twice on the bedspread.

I sit up straight on the bed, place my stockinged feet on the floor and look at the wall in front of me. This is how she trained me early in our relationship, and now it's a routine that I would not dream of questioning. I stare at the wall, as Katy walks across the other side of the room.

The first words I hear from her since arriving home from work are directed at someone else. She has a phone in her hand and is telling someone to come over now. This is unusual as Katy always sees her lovers while I am at work. This time it appears that she has other plans, and it fills me with a mix of trepidation and excitement.

I can hear Katy open, and then close a draw. She comes over to me and simply says, "Peter's coming over."

She kneels down on the floor directly in front of me and places something small under the bed. She looks lovingly at me.

"Pull down your pantyhose and knickers," she directs.

Katy doesn't really command me. She doesn't need to. She issues instructions, which so far, I've gladly followed.

My swollen cock is ready for some attention, anything will do. The anticipation of her hand touching me is intense, and when she runs a finger up from the base of my balls and slowly reaches the head I feel a sharp urge to cum. My cock jumps at the sensation. I am, however, trained to resist such urges so I let the sensation pass.

Katy grins at the sight and stands up. She climbs onto the bed on all fours and like a cat, she moves around until she is behind me. Katy can be very affectionate and this is typical of her. She places her hands on my shoulders as she leans into me and gently kisses around my neck. She uses her tongue to trace a path around one side of my throat, and then past the back of my neck over to the other side of my throat.

She is kneeling on the bed and leans back so that her beautiful ass is resting on the back of her heels. Her hands drift down from my shoulders and reach around to my chest. Playfully she runs over my nipples. Slowly at first, she runs a fingernail in circles around each nipple. The nipples harden quickly, so Katy starts to pull on them. Each gentle tug and squeeze gives me a small electrical jolt, and I let out an involuntary groan. Without warning, Katy squeezes my hard nipples in a vice-like grip. This time, she doesn't let go. She licks playfully around my neck as she keeps her grip tight. This has crossed over to pain for me, but still she doesn't let up.

Mercifully, she removes her hands and softly draws imaginary lines down my back with her nails.

"Soon," she says, "Peter will come in that door and fuck me. As a treat for you, I am going to involve you directly. Peter and I are going to try a new position, and you're going to help us with it."

With that, Katy hops off the bed and resumes a position kneeling down in front of me. She reaches under the bed to retrieve whatever she placed there earlier.

"I can see that you haven't come yet, so we need a little precaution. Don't want you making a mess." Katy opens a condom and rolls it onto my cock.

"We are not going to fuck on the bed or on the couch. We are going to fuck on you, honey. Please pull up your pantyhose and knickers and I'll come and get you soon."

Katy goes into the dining room and picks up one of our high-backed dining chairs. She takes it into the loungeroom and positions it in the middle of the large rug which covered the floor between a couch and the fireplace. She leaves me in the bedroom for some time while she sits in the lounge room. Perhaps she is choreographing how things are going to go.

Soon enough I hear the knock at the door, and Katy goes over to open it.

I can hear some chatter and laughing, and then a sudden loud thump. I am momentarily startled and wonder if Katy is alright. The resumption of noises reassures me, but these sounds are different. These noises are passionate sounds of kissing and heavy breathing. The thump must have been Katy being pushed against the front door as their passionate interaction got started.

This was kind of hot listening to my partner with someone else. I'd never been a voyeur, but suddenly the thought was enticing. I wanted to watch my partner get nailed.

I get up and walk to the bedroom door, but am unable to bring myself to step outside. I must wait to be invited.

Katy is clearly enjoying herself immensely with Peter and the longer they play around, the more my arousal soars.

Soon enough the sounds of Katy's obvious pleasure stops and this is replaced once again by a low chatter, almost a whisper, between the two lovers.

Katy starts the walk towards the bedroom, which fills me with some dread. I have clearly broken a rule by moving from where I was left on the bed. It is no use trying to quickly take my place on the bed, as my path would be in her direct line of sight.

I stand at the door and look at the floor and wait for Katy to arrive. She would no doubt deal with me as she saw fit.

Katy chooses to overlook my act of defiance. Perhaps she reasons the routine change, and excitement of what was to come has impacted my discipline. As only Katy can, she simply lifts my chin and gives me a wink and a cheeky smile. As she leads me to the lounge room with the warm fireplace I suspect I will not face any consequences this time.

It had actually been a long time since Katy imposed any serious consequences on me. Early in our relationship, she had been very clear about expectations. Once when I got home from a work function at nine after saying I'd be home around eight, Katy made it crystal clear that consequences can follow such thoughtlessness and errors in judgement. She demanded that I undress and sit by the heavy wooden dining table. Placing my hands around a leg of the table, Katy used handcuffs to secure my arms and keep me from moving away. To finish, a sash was tied tightly around my eyes to make sure I had no vision.

Soon, Katy went out and left me alone. When she came back some time later, she had the company of two women. Katy never told me who they were, and I dared never ask. I felt humiliated to be dressed in knickers and pantyhose and wrapped to a table while Katy and her two friends sat at the table, had coffee and discussed all sorts of things (except me).

The last time I was seriously punished went like this. I was laying on the bed on my back and Katy brought out some handcuffs. She flashed me a broad grin as she crawled on the bed making her way from the foot all the way up to my hands (which were holding on to metal bars on the bedhead). Katy once again handcuffed me so that my hands were bound tight against one of the metal bars. We have often played with cuffs, so at that point I had no idea that I was to be punished. Bringing out a black nylon balaclava and covering my face, Katy told me it was wrong for me to discuss our relationship with someone outside that relationship, unless I had asked for and been granted permission. Now I knew I was about to be punished.

Katy hopped off the bed and went to the loungeroom. When she returned I could hear her typing on a laptop. She placed the laptop on the bed and once again left the room. She returned with a dining chair and proceeded to position the chair at the foot of the bed. The laptop was placed on the chair, giving it a perfect view of any activity on the bed.

Over the next hour or so, a procession of people watched me via the webcam. Some people watched for a while, but most people watched only very briefly. Katy had left the laptop on Chatroulette or a similar site and I could hear the click each time someone hung up on me and looked elsewhere for their excitement.

That was over a year ago, and we have had a relationship full of love and clarity since then.

The fireplace has an amber glow and when Katy leads me to the dining chair I feel considerable warmth. To my left, on the couch is Peter, and he is a fine specimen. Plenty of hours in the gym have gone into building his physique, and he would no doubt make a powerful lover.

Some men might feel awkward and even inadequate if they were in my position, but the truth is that I know better than to compare myself with Katy's lovers. I am in no competition with them. They are just a vital part of the process in making both Katy and I happy, and this is how I come to think of them.

Katy directs me to sit and enjoy the experience.

I stare at the fire listening to them kissing. Gentle at first, with the odd giggle the kissing begins to sound more urgent. I can see them in my peripheral vision sitting on the lounge and embracing. His muscular arms are wrapped around her while he licks at her neck tenderly.

My stockings glisten as small beads of sweat covered my legs.

Peter stands up and his erect penis demands attention. Katy lets her tongue just poke out slightly to moisten her lips. She grabs hold of his cock with both hands and alternates gently squeezing and then loosening her grip. I haven't seen this technique before, but it is apparent from the noise he is making that he is enjoying it. He tilts his head back and lets out a soft moan as Katy moves forward and puts her mouth around the head of his cock. This seems to last forever as she pleasures him skillfully.

It is extremely difficult for me to keep control with the show they are putting on. My rubber-coated cock is pushing hard against the nylon, but I have to hold out against temptation.

Katy stops and looking up at Peter simply says, "Now."

With that, he leans forward a little and Katy puts her arms around his neck. When he straightens, he lifts her petite frame off the couch.

Katy is carried along easily as Peter walks around in front of me. With her legs wrapped around him and her back to me, she starts kissing Peter softly. He moves forward a little and gently grips her hips.

I sit there mesmerized as this couple are so intimate in front of my eyes, and still it is about to get far more intimate.

Katy takes her arms away from Peter's neck and raises them in the air as she slowly leans back. Peter supports her weight as she leans back further and further. Her arms feel for me, and I quiver when she touches first my shoulder, then chest. She lowers just a little further and then grabs the back of the chair.

From where I sit, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen. Katy is laying back now so that her shoulders are on my stockinged knees. Her head rests on my thighs as she looks straight up at me. Her arms reach past my hips to take a solid grip on each side of the dining chair.

I look down at her with a crazy grin and she reciprocates with a sneaky smile.

Looking up at Peter I see the sweat on his body and the muscles tense as he partially supports her body. With urgency, he jams his cock inside and proceeds to fuck Katy. Holding her by the hips he thrusts in and out, and yet Katy only has eyes for me. I keep looking at her beautiful face and then looking back as his cock as it pounds her pussy. I can feel her head being pushed into my abdomen with each thrust, and it must feel odd for her to have my cock against the back of her neck.

She takes this pounding for some time. I can see the sweat dripping off Peter, and more importantly, I can feel Katy slipping on my now drenched stockinged legs. Peter can feel this too so he stops to help her re-adjust.

He leans forward into her and kisses her lips. She lets go of the chair and wraps her arms around his neck joining her hands together. He lifts her up higher, and then pushes her backward so that now, her head is high up on my chest, just below my chin. She places her hands under her own knees and pushes her legs up high.

I brace her legs at the bottom of each calf while Peter holds her in place by wrapping his huge hands around the soles of her feet, which now faced the roof.

When he starts thrusting again, both Katy and I have an unobscured view of Peter's cock pumping in and out of her. She moans with excitement as she feels a release building. On and on he goes, and louder and louder she gets.

I recognise a look on his face. It's clear to me that he is close to cumming. He keeps pounding Katy an she keeps moaning and panting until she takes a sudden sharp breath, and then she just howls. Her face contorts, her body rocks and she loses control. Peter has given her yet another awesome orgasm.

He pumps for just a few more times until he too comes with a groan of relief. I watch in awe as his cock pumps load after load into Katy. I cannot actually see any cum because the head of his cock is too far inside. Despite this, there was something about seeing his cock making effort after effort to push out all of its load that makes me also cum. Still gripping Katy's calves, I shoot urgently into my condom and watch his cock finish its spasms.

He soon lifts her from on top of me and lays her gently on the couch.

For the first time ever, Katy then asks me to clean a man's cock. Many times I have cleaned cum from her pussy, and this time Katy wants me to lick the cum from Peter's penis. She motions for me to kneel on the floor close to her, which I duly do. Peter stands right in front of me and his sizeable penis is within reach.

"Go ahead, I want you to clean the cum of his cock. Let's not waste any," she encourages.

His cock is strong symbol of manhood, even as it starts to lose its erection. I lean in and tentatively lick the head, and enjoy a familiar taste. From there I find myself using more vigour as I lick parts of his shaft up and down. I take his head in my mouth and suck gently.

Without warning, he places hands around my head and pushes his cock deep into my mouth. He only does this for a second or two, but it's enough for me to get the feeling of a penis hitting the back of my throat. He let's go and then steps away.

"I'm going to take a shower Katy, and I'll see myself out," he says.

And with that, normal business resumes. Katy lays sprawled on the couch and I climb on and clean up her drenched pussy after another lover has gone.