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  "Where's this cabin?" Riley said to no-one in particular, his voice abrupt.

  Dylan told him, guided him through the city, until they reached the outskirts and neared the family cabin that sat square in the middle of the woods.

  As they drove outside the cabin, Claire closed her eyes fearfully, but said nothing, just sat there waiting for Riley to lead her out of the car and into a room. It didn't take long for that to happen. She watched as Dylan was led away by Audrey and tensed as Riley grabbed her arm and lead her to another room. She said nothing but felt a jumble of emotions. In fifteen years of marriage she'd never cheated on Dylan, but then, he'd suggested the whole damned thing! She had no choice but to comply and sleep with the officer, especially if it meant saving them from going to jail! She had to think of their babies!

  They'd often spoken of swinging but never like this. On discussing it, she'd agreed in principle, had thought at the time that it would be sexy and fun. Of course, when she'd imagined it, she'd never imagined it would be like this. But looking at Riley, she found that he was hot, similar in age to Dylan, tanned and muscled. She couldn't have picked a better swinging partner had she tried. That didn't make any of this right though.

  She tensed as Riley pushed her into the bedroom so that she fell on to the bed, butt to the sky, face pressed into the coverlet. Her entire body stiffened when she heard him speak.

  "Just the way I like my women."

  Practically shuddering in dismay, Claire had to physically stop herself from running from the man as he walked up behind her and smoothed a callused palm over the soft skin of her thigh. When she tried to move away, he kept a restraining hand on her backside, pressed her head down on to the bed once more.

  His fingers trailed towards her inner thighs and soon he was touching her intimately.

  It was all she could do not to jump from the bed, when he spoke again.

  "Hmm, I've got sloppy seconds I see."

  With his words, a large finger ran between her pussy lips, smoothed Dylan's cum into her intimate skin and obviously gathered the moisture as she felt the wet digit prod her clit, then rub it more forcefully. He unerringly hit the spot, and she couldn't help but squirm her hips as he continued to touch her, but it somehow turned her on, and it wasn't long before she climaxed from the persistent rubbing.

  Feeling flustered, with her hot face pressed into the bed still, her body was too relaxed to even react to the situation.

  "There, that wasn't so hard, was it? No fun, if it feels like I'm raping you. But you have been a very bad girl, very bad. You need to be punished, don't you Claire? Yes, you have to be punished," he said as he walked round to the other side of the bed, tilted her head up, and looked into her passion-filled eyes. He repeated the statement, "You have to be punished!"

  It wasn't a question but it seemed as though he expected an answer nevertheless. "Y-Yes," she stammered uncomfortably.

  "Spread your legs but keep them bent at the knee," he ordered, smiled coolly when she complied. Walking around so that he could look at the pretty picture she made, he rained a hard smack on her left thigh. When she squealed in pain, he hissed, "Enjoy your punishment, in silence!" He then hit the soft fleshy area of her right thigh, and said, "Better," when she just moaned quietly into the blanket.

  Although he said nothing, she knew he was contemplating doing something, the silence lasted a few moments, when she felt the action he'd been contemplating. This time she couldn't help but let out a small scream as he slapped the area directly between her legs. Her pussy burned, the skin scorched by a touch like she'd never felt before. Her legs immediately snapped shut, closed to the man who wanted to inflict pain there.

  "Now, now, don't be shy! Spread them again," he insisted.

  She hesitated, but after he smacked her butt twice for disobedience, she reluctantly opened them again, showing a trust that she'd never imagined being able to give to a stranger.

  This time, his hand tapped her cunt, softer this time, but nevertheless it was still a shock. Two, three, four times he tapped her there, then his hand moved over her thighs, tapping and slapping randomly, heating the flesh of her behind, reddening her thighs, so that not one single centimeter remained untouched.

  She managed to stay quiet, the only sounds in the room the frequent touching of flesh against flesh, but the silence also enabled her to hear the other woman, Audrey, making similar moans and groans with Dylan. She couldn't deny it perturbed her, but anytime she tried to concentrate on the sounds of pleasure coming from the other room, Riley grabbed her attention again.

  His hands slid over the red skin of her behind.

  What he was doing only reinforced the punishment he'd just given her, making her whole body tense from discomfort.

  He moved his hands back to her pussy, slowly and softly stroking the tender flesh, rubbing once more at her clit, penetrating her gently with two fingers and then three.

  She felt like an animal being petted, the thought should have disgusted her, but instead it heated her blood. She had no choice and, despite herself, she was enjoying every moment of it.

  His fingers left her.

  She whimpered pitifully until she heard the sound of liquid splashing from a container, assuming it was lubricant. The belief that he was about to fuck her in the ass made fire race through her veins. Dylan liked anal, she always enjoyed herself, but never really felt comfortable enough to enjoy the whole ritual of him preparing her for his penetration. Having no choice however, since it took away the discomfort.

  Riley's touch soon returned. His fingers wet, obviously coated with the gel. Her hips bucked in shock when his fingers penetrated her pussy once more, rubbing the solution around the entrance to her body before sliding deeply into her cunt. It wasn't long before she realized her mistake, it was lube, but after a moment she could tell it wasn't just lube, it also had the added extra of heating up any orifice within which it was placed. The feeling of deep heat inside her already hungry pussy made her head reel slightly. And, when his fingers moved to her clit, her hips almost jumped up from the awkward position they were in.

  He laughed and said, "Hungry, babe?"

  She wanted to scream, but she didn't reply. She did, however, continue to squirm and move about.

  He grabbed a hold of her hips to still her.

  She moaned angrily but stilled, only jumping in shock when he roughly spun her around so that she now lay flat on her back. She grimaced as her weight rested on elbows in an uncomfortable position made worse by the cuffs that still held her wrists together.

  Blinking from the change of dark to light, her eyes focused on Riley, on the attractive picture he made, his uniform disheveled, his belt buckle unfastened, hands roughly grasping at the fly of his pants.

  Within a few moments his cock was out, hard as a rock. It wasn't as long as Dylan's but the width made her eyes pop slightly.

  Seeing the shock in her eyes, Riley smiled and grasped himself, roughly pulling at his cock, squeezing it firmly.

  She could see the pleasure in his face in the tenseness of his jaw and the narrowing of his eyes, knew that he was close to climaxing. Claire was surprised when he grasped his balls and squeezed hard, obviously trying to hold back. She watched him rummage around in the drawer of the bedside table where Dylan kept their toys and saw his hand return with a cock ring, which he promptly rolled down to the base of his cock.

  Claire couldn't deny the attraction she felt for Riley, just admiring him was a turn on, his fly undone, cock out and covered by the ring, fully dressed in every other way but this important part. Her eyes flared when he crouched down on to the bed then started to crawl over her, resting when his butt sat on her midriff, cock pressed close to her chin.

  "Suck it," he commanded harshly, leaning over to lift her head, simultaneously brushing the glans against her lips.

  It was a command, one that, God help her, she immediately wanted to obey. She suckled the tip, then after licking the drops of pre-cum that adorned
his cock, started to gobble her way down the ultra-wide shaft. When the heated lubricant and her hunger for his large cock combined, her own hips started to rock and buck, her pussy once more hungry, aching with a need so intense she felt like crying.

  Moans and mumbles escaped her mouth, vibrating around the sensitive skin she was concentrating on.

  After one particularly long suckle, Riley cried out. Immediately pulling away from her, he rolled off her body.

  Almost crying now her need was so intense, Claire felt like shouting, when moving quickly, he spread her legs. But instead of plunging hard into her, instead of fucking her into climax, he pulled the cock ring off and proceeded to jack himself off.

  When he came, he roared out his pleasure, but ensured all the while, that his cum sprayed her splayed pussy lips, her pubic hair, the outer lips of her cunt, torturing, teasing and tormenting her with his release.

  Screaming in frustration, she gave way to a bout of sobs, feeling the never ending spray of his seed against a zone that wanted to eat it up, wanted to suck it in deep. His climax over, he rubbed the cum into her pussy, touched her clit once, but it wasn't enough for her own completion. He left her there then, lying flat on the bed, her legs spread, her pussy begging for his touch, and her body aching for climax.

  Chapter Two

  "Untie the cuffs, Audrey," Dylan ordered. He smiled warmly as she complied with his wishes. Hands free, he led her over to the bed then said, "Take your clothes off and lie on the bed." There was no room for argument in the tone of his voice.

  She quickly stripped down to panties and bra then removed those garments too and quickly scuttled over the duvet and lay atop the bed.

  "Hands above your head."

  Grasping the cuffs, he placed one around her wrist then interwove the chain between the bedstead and closed the remaining cuff around her right wrist.

  He moved away from the bed. Grabbing some toys from the night stand drawer, he walked over to her again and lay out the objects he wanted to use on her. "Lift your head," he instructed before placing a ball in her mouth. As she did, he tied the gag around the base of her head. "Comfortable?" he asked, nodding himself when she replied with a muffled yes. He then lowered himself to her breasts, tugging the softened peaks between his fingers, he pulled and pinched until they were hard, grabbing the nipple clamps he'd gotten out, he attached them, clamped them down hard at first so that she moaned slightly, then released the tension so that the nipples were teased continuously.

  His hand slid down her midriff, his fingers parting her pussy lips, penetrating Audrey's warm cunt, hooking them deep inside.

  She splayed her legs further apart in pleasure.

  "Keep them there," he ordered before moving down between her legs, pausing so that his head rested above her pussy. He blew his hot breath on the sensitive skin, then leaned down and promptly parted the hood of her pierced clit with his fingers and then gently bit down on the nub.

  Her back arching, Audrey moaned behind the gag. She couldn't help but spread her legs further apart in an attempt to beg for Dylan's touch once more.

  Using the piercing as a torque, he twisted it back and forth between his teeth, alternating between that and slurping his way through the copious juices that were flowing from her cunt to suck at her clit.

  Pausing in his ministrations, he sat up on his knees and quickly unzipped his fly, releasing his hard cock out of the torture device his pants had become. He then took an ankle in each hand and lifted her legs high into the air, spreading them further apart and rocking her back on to her hips, so that her ass was on display for him. Leaning over, he gathered spit in his mouth and aimed it at the tight little pucker he was about to use. Grabbing the butt plug from the bed, he proceeded to coat it in lubricant, then placed it at the rosette of her ass. He rested it there, allowed her to acclimatize, then started to push it in. He took his time, sat there patiently waiting for her ass to accept his soft invasion. His patience was rewarded when a few moments later, the tapered bottom of the plug rested against the opening of her body.

  Holding his dick with one hand, he directed it into Audrey's cunt, slowly allowing the channel to swallow and engulf his cock in warm, tight flesh. He groaned at the tightness, as did Audrey, the pleasure intensified by the feeling of the plug rubbing roughly against his hardness. He thrust his hips slowly, slid deep, and pulled out to the brink, teasing every nerve at the entrance to Audrey's pussy, simultaneously touching everyone on his own cock. Both were breathing heavily.

  She felt like exploding, her nipples pinched between the clamps, her clit sore yet pleased from Dylan's ministrations. His slow teasing thrusts merely enhanced every little feeling that burst throughout her body. As his pace quickened, her body arched in pleasure, her hands tugging at the cuffs that restrained her to the bed, hands that longed to lower to her pussy, to rub herself to climax, to grab his hips and force him to move faster.

  Dylan continued plunging deep and retracting to the very brink of her cunt. He grabbed the plug and dragged it out as he thrust in deeply.

  The persistent dragging in two of her orifices, brought her to the brink, once, twice, and she climaxed.

  The pulsing and throbbing of her tissues, the juices that ran freely from her cunt, the actions combined to enhance his arousal, and soon he too came, his cum spraying deep inside her, coating her pussy walls, mixing with her own wetness to overfill the tightly cramped area and leak copiously from where they were joined.

  In the silence of the room, their panting breaths were loud.

  When Dylan's breathing had slowed, he asked, his voice ominous, "Who said you could cum?"

  Chapter Three

  "Who said you could cum, Claire?" Riley asked arrogantly, his body leaning against the door leading to the bathroom, unknowingly repeating the question being asked in the other bedroom. He held a washcloth in his hand and easily wrapped it around his cock and wiped it clean, seemingly taking pleasure in Claire's shock at both his actions and his words. Without waiting for a response, he headed back into the bathroom. The sound of water running from the faucet filled the quiet and soon he returned to the bed and proceeded to wash Claire intimately. Parting the folds of her cunt, he proved mastery over her once more, cleansing her, soothing her tired flesh.

  Closing her eyes in horror at so intimate a task, Claire could feel her cheeks redden and mortification rise throughout her body. Hearing him chuckle didn't exactly set her at ease.

  "Is that a blush I see?" he laughed then continued, "I didn't realize women in their thirties could still blush! But I need an answer to my earlier question, Claire, who said you could cum?"

  "How do you know I'm in my thirties," she asked raspily, her throat dry from all her moaning and screaming.

  "It was just a lucky guess. Stop avoiding the issue, Claire. You know how I enjoy punishments," he warned testily, his eyes narrowing at her.

  She huffed out a breath, tried to roll away from him.

  But he wouldn't let her budge, not even an inch.

  Unable to get away from him, she slowly answered, "That's what sex is about, isn't it?" Her eyes measured his reaction to her reply, seeing no anger, in fact seeing no reaction made her continue, "Otherwise, what's the damned point!" she added more forcefully.

  He laughed once more.

  She glared at him,

  "There are a variety of 'points' to sex!"

  "An orgasm being at the very top of those points I should imagine!"

  "Not necessarily," he replied, "Pleasure, yes. Climax, no. Surely you know that the two don't necessarily always coincide."

  "They don't?" she questioned warily.

  "No," he answered quietly, voice low and rasping, he trailed a hand over her belly, tickling his way over her breasts. "I can work you up and up and up, you don't climax . . . but, you're on the knife-edge baby, ready to fall over, not yet, not yet, but when you do, the release . . . ah, makes it all worthwhile," he said on a sigh.

  "I think I'm on the
knife-edge already, Riley," Claire moaned brokenly, arching her back slightly as his hand pinched gently at her nipple, tugged at the peak, easily reigniting the flames of passion that he'd yet to quench.

  "I don't think you really know what the knife-edge is, Claire. But there's time for you to learn, so don't worry," Riley said offhandedly, all his concentration focused on the squirming body below him. Simultaneously pinching both nipples with his hands, he grinned as her hips shot forward and a small groan of pleasure broke free from her throat, "So easy to arouse . . . maybe you are on the knife-edge?"

  "I feel like I am, Riley. I feel like if you don't touch me, I'll die. I don't like feeling like this," she said, glaring up at him through eyes foggy with arousal. "Dylan lets me cum! Why won't you?" she moaned pitifully.

  "I'm sure that's not true. It's only natural to hold back to increase the pleasure. Maybe he's never gone so far as we have, but you're forgetting, sweet, I have let you cum. So why should I let you climax once more? I'm in control here, don't forget that, just because I've played along . . . ," he warned and watched as tension shot through her body once more and saw that she had indeed forgotten, that a night in jail was a prospect if she didn't comply with his wishes. He almost regretted reminding her of the truth, but if it kept her on edge, kept her compliant, then that was all that mattered.

  Riley ran his hands over tensed muscles down her firm flesh, lingering at the juncture of her legs, he easily plunged three, then four fingers into her tight cunt and pushed them roughly and deeply inside her, hooking them against the tender, nerve-packed walls of her pussy.

  Her hips rocked urgently, once again the memories of earlier on in the evening practically forgotten.

  He was quite pleased at how quickly he made her forget everything else. Flaring the four fingers inside her made her eyes open wide in both anxiety and wonder, the emotions were easy to read on her face, and Riley enjoyed putting them there.