Marge truly loved her life. She didn't have to work; she had a man who provided all the comforts a woman could ever need: a nice home, well off enough to not have to worry about the bills for the most part, and a loving partner who attended to all of her needs. Not only was he a great lover, but he was sweet and kind and waited on her hand and foot. Although she had plenty of time and did what she could to help maintain the home, he lovingly cooked all of their meals, cleaned up the dishes afterward, and even started and folded the laundry on a regular basis... along with all the other chores it took to maintain their lovely home.
One request that he did make in return for his loving taking care of her was to have one night a month where he called all the shots... and she had to do whatever he desired and fulfill all his needs and fantasies. That night was tonight, and Marge had prepared herself according to his instructions.
She sat on the edge of their marital bed, just as he had instructed... dressed in a sheer, black negligee... just as he had instructed... and waited for him -- with a blindfold on -- just as he had instructed. Marge tingled with excitement as she thought how other nights had gone: his loving tongue eating her out for what seemed to be hours on end just to fuck her well... a night when he brought home ropes and proceeded to show her the joys of being tied up and submitting to his willful force... a night when he called her and instructed her on how to pleasure herself over the phone, only to show up when she thought she was spent to fuck her well to several more climaxes that night.
His instructions were pretty clear in his text to her earlier that day, just after he left for the office: dictating her clothing, where she should be waiting, and even the blindfold. The only part that she didn't have a full explanation on was the part of the text that said, "And be ready for when we get there."
Marge waited as instructed, blindfolded and unable to know what was ahead for her. But she heard the front door open and the hush of voices -- was it three, four, five, more? -- and their steps upon the stairs leading to the bedroom. Her nipples hardened against the thin lacey fabric of the negligee, and she could feel a growing wet spot on the tiny thong that barely covered her well-groomed pussy. She felt her heart race with anticipation, and nearly gasped when she heard the bedroom door open.
"Hello, my love," the familiar voice of her man whispered in her ear. "Are you ready for tonight's adventure?"
Marge bit her lip and gave a slight smile as she nodded yes. The adventures her lover provided were exquisite, and she knew she would face another mighty challenge tonight. But it would be worth it as she knew she would be satisfied sexually with plenty to fantasize until the next month's sexual adventure.
She knew multiple people entered the room with her man, but how many? Three? Four? While Marge really couldn't see much, the bottom of the mask opened slightly, giving a glimpse to the world immediately below her. She could see at least two men's pairs of shoes... maybe a third? And she caught just the most fleeting flash of a woman's high heel. Marge had never been with a woman before, but the thought excited her and her nipples hardened even more through the sheer fabric.
"I've brought four people here tonight; two to please you and two for you to pleasure," her lover whispered in her ear. "There is Mr. and Mrs. Fred Dover."
Marge felt the couple sit on the bed on each side of her; his after shave pairing perfectly with his wife's perfume. She wanted to see what this couple looked like, but she could only get the slightest glimpse of the woman's long, red hair. Marge imagined she was a true redhead and how her alabaster skin would look next to Marge's own, as they would couple on the bed.
"Fred is the greatest master of cunnilingus, his wife as assured me," Marge's man continued. "And his redhead beauty will find ways to pleasure you that only another woman can."
"And I've brought Tony and Robert from my work," he continued. "They were quite excited to come here after I proposed this to them, with the instructions that they edge ... but not cum ... for an entire week before tonight. They are ready to use you until they are completely satisfied ... taking you in any way they want, in ALL of your holes."
Marge gasped and let out a hushed, "Ohhh!" as she considered the prospect: a man and his wife bringing her all levels of pleasure ... and then two men, pent up with passion, releasing it on her, fucking her for their pleasure. She could practically cum right then and there, thinking about how the night would progress.
She felt a tingle move through her body as the Dovers moved in closer to her, one on each side. Marge felt goosebumps form all over her body as Fred leaned in and started kissing her neck on one side, and his wife -- later she would find out her name was Jennifer -- did the same on the other. Marge moaned and began to run her hands on the faces and heads of these two pleasure artists. She could tell Jennifer had very long hair, while Fred offered a very short-cropped style, as she felt Fred's strong hands remove one of the spaghetti straps from the negligee from her shoulder, while Jennifer repeated the act on the other side.
Marge felt Fred's hand on her jaw pulling her face to his. He passionately kissed her, their tongues intertwining in Marge's mouth, as she felt Jennifer nibble on the nape of her neck. Then, it was Jennifer's turn as Marge felt her hand on her face and pull her in.
"Mmmmmm.... " Marge moaned as she felt Jennifer's lips on hers ... so different than Fred's but just as passionate. Jennifer's tongue probed her mouth, and Marge imagined how both of their mouths would later feel on her pussy, licking and sucking, as Jennifer was doing on Marge's mouth right now.
"MMMMMM!!!" A muffled moan escaped Marge's lips.
She felt Fred's hands and lips move down her body, as she and Jennifer remained locked together in a passionate kiss. Fred lowered the top of the negligee, exposing Marge's magnificent breasts to all, and it got Marge even more excited to think about all of the eyes on her.
"Ohhhh!!!" Marge cried out as Jennifer broke off the kiss, while she and Fred cupped her tits and each began to suck on her hard nipples. "FUCK!!!"
Marge could now see just a bit of Fred's hair: cut short in a military style, mostly grey, indicating he was an older -- and obviously, much experienced -- man. She felt Jennifer begin to kiss her way back up her body ... Jennifer's lips eliciting little mews and moans from Marge, and she felt herself grow wetter by the moment. As Jennifer began to breathe heavily into Marge's ear, Marge could feel Fred working his way down her belly, kissing her belly, as Jennifer's finger worked their way into Marge's sheer black panties.
"Oh, FUCK!!!" Marge moaned aloud as Jennifer's fingers made their way over the short mound of pubic hair and onto Marge's completely shaved pussy. Jennifer began to finger Marge's clit, pushing her closer to climax. "UUUNNNNHHHH!!!! AAAAHHHHH!!!!"
But before Marge could cum, Jennifer moved her fingers away from the throbbing nub of a clit and whispered into Marge's ear.
