Party favor

"Alison!" My wife calls from the kitchen.  "I was just texting my friends.  Get in the car, we have a surprise for you!"

I feel butterflies in my stomach instantly.  It's a weird mix of dread and anxious excitement whenever they plan an adventure for me.  By now I know it's of no use to argue or resist.  So I hop in the passenger seat as she slides behind the wheel.

We stop at her best friend's house, where her friends are waiting by the driveway.  Her best friend holds a plastic shopping bag.  They move me to the back seat at this point, me in the middle of my wife and her best friend, the other two in the front.

"We have some fun props for you today, sissy," my wife says with a smile.  She pulls a blindfold out of the plastic bag and places it over my eyes.  Alright, I think, so they don't want me to see where we're going.  Not a big deal, I can handle that.

I hear the bag rustle again and feel a band placed around my wrist and fastened.  They have me lean forward.  Before I know it, my hands are forced behind my back and another band is tightened around my free wrist.  

That's when I start to panic, my mind races to figure out what mischief they've thought up that requires me to be blindfolded and restrained.  I hear the women texting each other and laughing.  Oh my, I'm in for it now!

The engine stops and car doors open.  I'm led out of the side door and into a building.  The sound of basketballs dribbling and squeaky sneakers tells me we're in a gym.  Over the din I hear the best friend talking with someone.  Next I'm led down a hallway and through a door.

"OK, Alison, we're here," my wife says.  She gently leads me into the room until my shins bump into something solid.  I stop to avoid tripping over it.  The women nudge me forward anyway, helping to lower my body onto what feels like a couch.  Then silence.

"What's going on?" I ask.  No answer.  Just silence for minutes.

When I hear multiple baritone voices approaching from the hallway outside the room, my blindfold is finally removed.  I see that I'm lying prone on a long padded ottoman, hands still restrained behind my back.  My wife and her three friends are sitting cross-legged on a matching couch a few feet to my left.  

The male voices can be heard just outside the room, a couple of them laughing at a joke.  My wife stands up, straightens her dress, and walks toward the door.  I hear it open, but am unable to twist my head around to see who's coming in.  

"Welcome to the party, guys!" my wife's best friend says from the couch, with her hands held out towards me.  "We brought the entertainment, and are excited to watch a show."

I hear the door shut. followed by a click of a deadbolt.  Next comes my wife's voice.  

"We've brought condoms and a bottle of lube, which you can find in the plastic bag here by the door."  She walks back to the couch and sits with her friends.  

"Remember, the gym is packed today and this office seems secluded, so feel free to really give this sissy everything you've got.  If there's no questions, then enjoy yourselves!"

"Well, let's see what we got here!" I hear a man say as he slaps my ass.  I wriggle against the restraints, but they hold tight.  

As I feel my skirt being pulled up my legs, I turn to my wife and her friends and say, "Okay, you really got me.  I hope you enjoy your show.  You have no idea how humiliated I feel right now.  You guys owe me big time for this."

The women just sit on the couch, legs crossed, watching intently.

Long exposure

"Great, now stand at the end of the bed and bend over it," he says in a gruff voice.  "And keep your eyes forward."

My wife and I, both nude save for our stockings and heels, walk across the hotel room and obey his orders.  I'm not sure about her, but I feel so vulnerable in this position, my bare bottom exposed to this stranger.  Sure, turned on a bit too with the anticipation of what's to come.

She asked awhile back if I'd be open to us being dominated together.  She thought it could be fun and build another bond between us.  She'd found him online and had been communicating with him multiple times.  By text messages at first, then by phone calls as things had progressed.  

Before we left the house she assured me it would be alright.  I trust her gut feelings and thorough vetting process, but still here we are, mostly naked in a hotel room with someone we barely know.

"Mmm Hmm," he says approvingly.  I can hear him starting to disrobe.  He takes his time, stopping frequently to admire the view in front of him.  

I'm still unsure my body is desirable to alpha males, even with the feminizing stockings and heels.  These doubts start to run through my head as I stare at the picture on the wall.  I know his sounds of approval should put my mind at ease, but the thoughts increase with each passing minute that we stand still to his prying eyes.

A shiver runs down my spine as I long to feel his touch, or at least have him touch my wife.  It's torture here waiting for something (anything!) to physically happen.  He laughs as he sees my involuntary movement, knowing full well what he's doing to me mentally.

My wife turns her head slightly and whispers to me.  "I bet he takes you first, sissy.  I really don't stand a chance to your long, slender legs.  And that waist trainer's given you a figure to die for!  You really do have a body that most woman would love to have."

I can't help but smile.  "Thanks, Honey," I whisper back.  "You're such a beautiful, amazing wife that always finds the right words at the right time.  I'm so lucky to have you."

"Alright, enough chit-chat, ladies," he says with a clap.  "Time to get this party started."

Insomnia

I'm lying in bed thinking of all the tasks and errands that await me in the morning.  I know I should be asleep by now, but just can't seem to settle my mind.

Hold on, what's that noise?  I freeze my body, holding my breath, straining to hear the sound again.  There...do you hear it?  It's a slight scraping sound over by the closet.

I force myself out from under the cozy covers and drag myself to the closet.  With one hand on each door, I slide them open.  Inside are two naked men!  I can see their hairless bodies, but their faces are hidden in the shadows.

Their hands reach out at me, and pull me towards them.  Instinctively, I fall to my knees and place my lips around the first man's penis.  I'm amazed at how this happens so naturally and without any thought.  The second man is now stiff, his erection waiting nearby for my attention.

I look up and see the top of the first man's torso fading into darkness.  I take him in my hand and put man #2 into my mouth.  He's thicker, but just as delicious.  I alternate placing each man in my mouth, working my head back and forth on one while pumping my hand on the other.  My rhythm increases, while the men moan louder.

"Honey...Honey!"

I open my eyes to my wife shaking my elbow.  The morning light peeks thru the bedroom window.  

"Honey, you were moaning in your sleep.  I thought I should wake you.  Were you having a nightmare?"

"No, it wasn't a nightmare.  It was the most peaceful sleep I've had in ages!"