I do not know what was making me wetter; the butterfly clit tickler or thinking back on how I was like this.
Damn it was hard to get into a good position for the butterfly to have a full effect, yes I could move a bit but the restraints did not allow for a lot of movement. Straining I could lift my ass up off the bed which gave more pressure on the tickler, but the closer I got, the more my legs quivered, I bounced up and down cursing. I relax and think back to a few days after the incident of me chained like this, when Richard's friend's hands had wandered over my body.
It would be the first night that I had allowed Richard and someone else to pleasure me. The hardest part was figuring out who first of all, a friend; but I felt that it may be awkward seeing them round. Going out of town; unfamiliar surroundings put the dampers on that. Off the net; things are not usually as advertised. We decided to go organically, a night out and see what developed, I dressed sexily but not sluttish, push-up bra, tight top, skirt and heels, OK not six inch black paten jobs but for my height high heels are really not good, I'm only five foot. That first night was a complete washout everyone in big groups and really too kaddish, yes I got noticed and a few hellos but far to leery and nothing that piqued my interest.
The second night I chose to dress differently, maybe a little more sexily but still not slutty, so wearing a black mesh basque not too transparent, a black chiffon shirt, yes you could see what was underneath it but only in strong light or close up, topped off with a little jacket and skirt; Richard liked the look.
We hit the town it was busy, but not as heaving as the night before, and luckily a lot more calmer, which helped me relax; or was that the Jack D. I had a few dances and a few approaches but still nothing interested me, then Richard pointed out that I had an admirer, he had been watching me dance and return to the table, go say hello on your next toilet break, draining my glass I stood up, I walked across the bar smiling, I said Hi as I passed but I did not stop.
After reliving myself and giving a quick check and adjustment in the mirror I went back.
On the way back the stranger (Ian) got to talking, he didn't ask me to dance and was soon saying I should go back to Richard. I'd already decided.. to invite him over to our table, it's not like I was being explicit in the invite, just friendly.
Back at the table things where easy going between the three of us, no clashing of personalties, Ian was recently divorced, it was a no fault divorce thank heavens, would not want a divorcee that was caused by partner adultery, well not for what I was hoping for.
At forty Ian was three years younger than Richard and four than me, at five eight he was shorter than Richard, build wise yeah he looked after himself no gym bunny. I decided it was time to take my jacket off, I stood up and slid my arms out of it and put it on the back of the chair, it was not a prearranged signal that we had set-up, it just felt right at the time, sitting back down I crossed my arms and had my hands in my lap. At this range the basque could be seen, clinching my waist in and forcing my 34c's up, the shirt gave more modesty to eyes further away, but this close, they could see; yes I think Ian felt awkward at first, trying not to look or not get caught looking. He relaxed after a while as each time I caught him, I smiled and so did Richard.
The sexual tension was palpable, being coquettish with both of them really had me going, not much longer to close the gambit, leaning forward in the chair I suggested we all go back to ours for a few shots, Ian was taken aback a little at first, but soon agreed.
Back at home I studied myself in the kitchen window whilst I was getting the glasses, tequila and beer, I could hear them talking in the lounge, Ian was explained that this was a first for him, he must have thought that this was a regular thing for us. Richard told him it was our first as well, he said that if things progressed that it would be me that was in control, that I would have charge of clothing, that only things that have been touched or expressed a preference to have touched where in bounds, and there's no going in without a skin, I smiled adjusted myself and took the tray.
