An Invitation
My wife Susan first met Frau Scheide in a FemDom chatroom on aol. Much to my disappointment, Suzy had become bored with diddling off to Internet porn ( I loved to lick the leather seat clean afterwards), and hoped to pick up some tips on dominating and torturing me, an endeavor we both found appealing. Die Frau claimed to own a chateau in the forests north of Munchen, and gave one the impression that she was old money Eurotrash with a kinky twist. It sounded quite suspect, but was more compelling when we examined the email photo. A tall blond woman of indefinite age, at least over forty but wholly appealing, with a body well-toned and tanned, stood in front of a ivy clad mansion. Her black leather bodice barely covered her nipples and her short leather skirt split at the side revealing a smooth gartered thigh. A half-smile paused on her lips, and, at her feet was a young woman kneeling naked with a spiked collar and lease which the Frau grasped, and what looked like cum peppering her hair and dripping down her cheeks. It seemed like far too much trouble for it to be merely a chatroom facade. The photo included an invitation.
It wasn't clear what drew her to Susan, though perhaps it was her naiveté in matters of bdsm while being completely sluttish and well-fucked. We had been swinging for several years, and Sue loved group sex. At thirty-two, her hot body with firm breasts and pert ass was well complemented by her beautiful brown eyes and hair. The standard photo we sent out was very sexy: a cream pie shot with her legs up above her head and cum dripping down her crack. I kept my slightly older body trim and had a generous cock. Together we made an attractive couple who had no difficulty finding partners to fuck. We were playmates that loved to share, and loved each other fervently even after seven years. But, swinging had become awkward and disappointing as of late and, as male bisexuality was frowned upon in swinging circles, I never had opportunities to suck cock or get my ass fucked by a man (Sue sometimes obliged me with a dildo,but it's not quite the same). So, we dabbled in bondage & discipline/sado-masochism.
It was therefore with much excitement and more than a little bit of trepidation that, two months later, we drove our rental north from the city and through the dark hills to Chateau Strafe. We had planned a European vacation earlier and had already sipped Cappuccino in Rome, attended a symphony in Vienna, and drank dark Bier by the liter in Munchen. But, none of these activities had hardened my cock or made Susan's pussy drip like this short drive. We had, per Frau Scheide's instructions, refrained from sex for a week and were feeling intensely randy. I could actually smell Sue's arousal permeating the car and pushed the accelerator past the legal limit.
"I can't stand it, pull over so I can suck your cock!" she demanded.
"Please, we're almost there," I replied, "I don't want to chance ruining things, besides which you're sure to have plenty of cocks to suck tonight." "I know, I know....Are you certain this is a good idea?" she asked.
"You're the one that's been talking to her for two months! Do you think she's dangerous?"
"No, but I'm a little afraid we might uncover something about ourselves that we may not want uncovered," she mused.
"Like, your only liking German cock?" I asked smiling.
"No, more like your only liking German cock," she said laughing.
"Moot point. We're here."
The iron gate was flanked on both sides by long and high stone walls topped with spikes. We noted the bronze plaque and security camera to the side as the gates swung open, our anxiety level rising. It was another half kilometer to the mansion through arching elms and oaks which obscured the July sun. In the center of the circular stone drive was a sculpture which immediately captivated me. A life-size marble man and woman, lean, smooth and naked, were bound at the wrist back to back on the pedestal. The man's free arm reached behind to lift her leg spreading her wide while she reached down and spread her vaginal lips with her fingers exposing her swollen nubbin. From his large hard cock a stream arched upward while her flow spurted down and out, effectively squirting in opposite directions. In the pool, a naked man squatted beneath her, cuffed and collared, and caught her outpouring in his open mouth while a woman kneeled beneath the standing man, her arms bound behind her, with his stream splashing her upturned face. To each side were intertwining couples, their joined organs visible. We were both fascinated and aroused, staring, having never tried or seen these games before, and startled when the oak doors were opened behind us by the butler.
"Bitte," he said and motioned us into the massive entry way. The vast marble floors gleamed while the walls, clad in dark tapestries, medieval scenes of knights and captive maidens, pressed upon us despite the great size of the room. A grand staircase with a wide and regal oak banister faced us, and maids and butlers scurried up and about, ignoring us. They were all dressed in traditional garb, the maids skirts being singularly short, and appeared to all be in their late thirties to early forties with the exception of a gorgeous and radiant blonde who could be no more than twenty-one. She smiled, unlike the others, as she hurried past, and my cock swelled wondering if I would soon have her. Was she the girl in the photo?
We waited. On closer examination, the tapestry scenes were quite unusual in that the distressed damsels were all at least partially nude, erections peaked out of armor, and copulating couples could be seen amidst the twining ivy of the borders. One panel depicted a Bacchanalian orgy around a bonfire with sex of all possible combinations of man, woman, and beast illustrated. My hard prick strained against my trousers as my imagination stirred.
"Wow," Sue muttered, "We're not in Kansas anymore." After twenty minutes of anxious waiting, standing just inside the door, Frau Scheide finally made her appearance. She was even more stunning and delectable in person than in her photo. A strapless red silk dress fit tight around her lithe body and was split up the side almost to her breasts. Her mouth parted with moist promise while her eyes drew one in, though not revealing the nature of the one within. She made no apologies.
"Welcome to Chateau Strafe," she invited in impeccable English, taking and briefly caressing Susan's hand. "I see you have been enjoying the art works," she said with a furtive glance at my crotch and a sly smile sliding across her wet lips, "Some are quite rare and old, while others, such as the fountain, are more recent acquisitions."
"It's a pleasure to meet you at last," we said simultaneously and to our embarrassment. I kissed her hand, wishing to appear Continental.
"Indeed," she stated bluntly, then reached up to stroke Susan's face. "And you, my dear, are much more beautiful and fresh then I imagined."
To my surprise, Susan blushed and melted into the touch, kissing her hand and leaning slightly toward her. Something electric and feline passed between them. I felt ignored.
