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259. MRS BRIDGES (CH 3)
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It was a while later that Joe came out of the hospital, by the time he had got home my cook and myself had established a fairly regular pattern of sexual enjoyment, within the bounds of my fairly secluded old home, at any time after she had taken off her coat and knickers each morning, it was an unwritten rule that she was fair game till she put them back on to go home each evening, at odd times when on our own, I would place my hand up her skirt, or screw her while she was bending or whatever. She also occasionally assisted with a case if it was appropriate, but that was few and far between.
Anyway, old Joe returned and after a day or two “convalescing” came to see me saying he had had a long chat with his wife, and wanted to assure me he was fully conversant with most of what had gone on and was happy to find she had got back her old sexual drive. He was happy to start again as my gardener, and we wandered round the garden as he talked, he, saying how well we had managed,
I said, “I had a boy from the village who had been engaged to do the heavy work on Saturdays only, young mark from the old schoolhouse and he was to leave all the strenuous stuff to him.” Joe said he was a good choice as he was a good lad a keen gardener and would be quick to learn. But the rest was down to him as head gardener, and welcome home… the old boy was tickled pink to be given some help, and grinned widely saying with Alice he would rather nothing changed, and he would get her to return the book, it, `having done him a world of good since he had been home!’ he didn’t elaborate, and other than a lurid grin, I had to be satisfied.
He did mention the old dogs as I had said to Alice they were `stud trained,’ and she had a fancy…. So I offered them the loan of one to take home over-night anytime and the old chap nodded, thanking me most profusely.
We wandered back to the house as we talked, entering the kitchen and without ado slipping my hand up under his wife`s dress, and fingering her wet sex while telling her to serve us coffee!
Joe never turned a hair, just took a seat at the table and sat waiting for the brew…
We three sat over the drink and a slice of her homemade cake discussing the garden, meals and as casually as that Joe slipped in that I had agreed to allowed them to borrow one of the dogs for the night whenever we were in the mood our Alice! She grinned and thanked me, and we were on to the next subject as smoothly as that.
I explained to Joe that in his absence I had whipped his wife and he didn’t turn a hair though he did seem a little surprised, saying to Alice, “did you enjoy that then?” her reply was that she had “felt guilty, he, having the heart problem and her having lied to him about not wanting sex, then screwed me!”
You will note the - her having “screwed me not visa- versa!” which I viewed with some scepticism and distaste, asking “who screwed who?”
She grinned, saying that “well I suspect it was mutual,” which went a way towards patching up my bruised ego.
I exclaimed that “you came close to having some dungeon pain there miss!” to which she said “promises, promises!”
And Joe said, “that would be ok and a damned good idea, if we had a dungeon!” which to me proved she had not mentioned the experience.
I said that we did have a dungeon, and today a client, so I could not show him but that tomorrow I would, but it was a complete secret,” which he agreed to keep. Just then the gate sensor pinged, and I knew my patient had come, so I went to the door to greet him and the moment had passed.
The day was long and wearing, the patient had a fetish about plastic mackintosh coats…don`t ask!... but I do ‘sometimes mourn the passing’ of mental hospitals!
As usual after he left my cook delivered me a magic meal and then toddled off home, asking as she went “if that would be all?” in a most provoking way, and asking should she wear anything special next day if I was serious about the dungeon, to which I replied that “as long as she wore something to go home in and the locals didn’t find out our secret, it was of no consequence,” then added, “no mackintoshes” and laughed though of course she didn’t understand that quip, my time with that patient being in confidence! Finally telling her to “both have a lay in tomorrow and appear with Joe at 11am prepared for some pain!”
Her grin said it all
We parted, I ate, walked the dogs spent a couple of hours in front of the box, then pottered off to bed.
It was a long night, a channel storm woke me in the small hours, lightning and heavy rain battering the place, and not letting me get back to sleep, meant it was later than usual when I awoke, and walked the dogs, the damage from the storm was minimal luckily, we, being fairly sheltered.
I returned and breakfasted, and was just having finished when I heard the gate sensor as Joe and his wife appeared, having brought the mail from my box in with them. We discussed the storm, Alice clearing away the plates, and brewing coffee, which we sat and drank while she produced from her bag the book [Thurgood’s encyclopaedia of kinks and perversions] which I had lent her.
I asked her which chapters had turned her on most and she explained the items she had bookmarked in the newly returned book, at pains [sorry about the pun] to say that there were some, no way on earth was she up for! but that there were others she did find ‘stimulating’ and we ‘could perhaps try.’ Which roughly translated to “let`s do it please”
So, I bade her lock the doors (as in the dungeon we can`t hear anyone arriving, and this being Kent nowadays, you can`t trust folk, especially the incoming tide of i*****ls, hungry and desperate.)
She did that and then I led them to the hidden entrance to my dungeon, which Joe especially was amazed at he, having kept his tools and mowers etc in that part of the garage for some years without a clue which said a lot for the secret cupboard and rack.
We strode through the cupboard and the very short tunnel which led into the main chamber, me flicking on a bank of light switches and the gloom instantly dispelling to reveal the unlined chalk cave, about 11 or more feet in diameter 40 feet long had been given spot lighting, heating, a wooden floor and at the far end wall, certain securing devices, both a St Andrews cross, a whipping bench, as well as a seated crucifix, home-made stretching rack, and a lifting tackle, (in the form of an A frame gibbet over a well-hole, dug in the floor to gain the necessary height). A walk-in wardrobe of toys and securing devices are at the entrance end, as well as a couple of seats, old church pew`s as observation benches which as well as a tape that never misses a groan or a scream and a central camera that can be trained on any part of the room completed the armoury.
Joe stood mouth agape, then he turned to me and was about to speak when I said; “feel free Joe, go explore…!” he walked round like a man in a trance, touching odd equipment, grunting and muttering as he came to terms with the enormity of what had been under his nose all these years.
He returned shaking his head and saying that I “was a more devious bugger than he ever imagined!”
His wife who remember had seen the place before, had quietly sat down beside the entrance, to watch her husband like a k**dy in a sweet shop moving from item to item, knowing now there would be no holding him and that she would be “enjoying” some of these bits of kit as soon as he could arrange it. Sensing that, I said, “look you two, we have known one another a fair old time, and if you want to enjoy the facilities here from now on, you may,
but only if I am present, at least for a start, but not a word leaves here!” “OK?” they nodded, eagerly so I went on, “your married and it`s up to you how far you go, but as long as you don’t end up off work due to your injuries I don’t mind!”
Joe said, “he was touched at my generosity” and that “Alice is yours to punish anytime, but today especially for what she said yesterday please use her as you will, she`s the most precious thing I have in this world, but she tells me she loves a bit of pain, and I will have mixed feelings watching her take it though I will cringe at every stroke.”
I could see the love of the old chap written all over her face, he knew what she enjoyed and although he didn’t fully understand her need for this pain thing he was willing to let her enjoy it,
More as a token of submission than anything else, I asked him to undress his lady and to fit the leather cuffs, and without hesitation he stood and began unbuttoning her blouse, as I went to the cupboard and fetched a set of black leather cuffs.
As he worked I said, “Your lady for her age had a really good body Joe,” to which he laughed and said, “it was all the jogging and weight training,” which we all knew was a joke as she suffers from arthritis, but it broke what little tension was in the situation and brought a smile to her face!
By now he had removed the blouse and bra, her magnificent breasts and those wonderful areola, were on view and I was stood admiring them as any red-blooded man would. Saying perhaps we should concentrate on this end at least to begin with, and for him to leave the lower half for a while.
He shrugged, and I asked if she had a thing about needles to which she said, “she may need securing if I did that, as she didn’t think she could keep still for long from what she had read!”
I turned to Joe, telling him to “secure her then” nodding at the cross which she set off towards as I whispering to Joe “to finger her to a high state but not to let her come, while I go and fetched some needles from the office.”
She obligingly positioned herself for him and he clipped her to the St Andrews cross, as I hesitated by the doorway. He then knelt, tongue and fingers in use on her sex under her skirt. I fetched a supply of needles from my drawer then returned Joe, scrambling out when he became aware of my arrival. She looked if anything, relieved at my return, gasping and explaining that Joe having brought her to the brink more times than she could remember in the 10 or so minutes I had been gone, she was “now desperate to cum!”
Joe just grinned, muttering that “they hadn’t tried bondage in a long while, but they would be now” as, “it had been fun!”
Her flushed face and erect nipples said he was not alone in that verdict, and I stood before her mopping at her breasts carefully with an alcohol wipe, then slowly breaking out the first of the long sterile needles. Her eyes never leaving the thing from the second it came from the packet, as I told her to pick a breast for the first of these steel invaders then to take a breath and to let it out slowly as the thing penetrated her.
She looked a little pale as she waited for the onslaught, nodding to her left as an indication of the breast to use first. I cupped the lovely soft expanse of meat in my left palm, picked my spot,
Then slowly placed the tip of the probe against the skin about half an inch from the areola on the top of the chosen breast. She took the breath and as the point was depressing the pink skin began to exhale. The skin parted and the needle slid slowly and steadily down deep into the soft meaty breast, to the accompaniment of a low moan from her, her eyes, wide as saucers as the pain increased, fixed on my hand propelling the shaft through her body.
I felt the skin in my supporting palm begin to stretch and changed the shape of my hand so as not to be stabbed as the point triumphantly burst from the stretched skin.
I stepped back dropping the breast against her body, the still sharp tip of the probe digging into her soft body-flesh, to the accompaniment of another gasp.
I set Joe to finger her sex once more, just to distract her, while I broke out a second, long needle, this time with her knowing what to expect. Her eyes telling me she was anticipating the pain though I could not say if it was fear or excitement that was behind those hazel eyes that fairly sparkled in the spotlights.
Joe stood watching now as I began again mirroring the first penetration, as the steel shaft began its decent. Her moan was louder and more piercing.
It was soon over with her slumped in her bindings the breast fell to her body once more. Joe asked what it was like and she surprised us both by saying, “painful, more of an ache now but wow, the adrenaline rush was magic” to which I laughed as I broke out the next needle and said, “Well don’t get too comfy, that’s just the starters!” her face looked up startled, probably expecting the two big skewers to be all I had, but I went back to the first breast once more, hefted it and as if by magic made a smaller needle appear in my hand, quickly slipping the point into her areola through and out down the right side of the nipple. It was so quickly done and so fierce the pain, that there was about half a second before the effect hit her brain and her echoing scream rattled around the cavern. Joe looked shocked, but then began to grin, his wife shaking her head with the sudden shock of the piercing.
By now I had opened the second needle and slowly this time I slid the slither of steel in parallel to its sister on the other side of the stiff nub. This time her eyes screwed shut, her head shook from side to side and the scream was loud and clear as she called some doubt on my parentage, and roundly cursed me for all she was worth.
Joe slid his hand under the skirt once more, then reported that “her Fanny is running wet matey, its getting to her!” Another needle and the other nipple lifted by the nub itself, the needle slithering into the areola once again not quickly but slightly faster than the last. Again, we were treated to the head shaking and the scream, tears running freely down her face dripping from her chin to her chest.
Joe soothed her saying “only one more, old girl, only one more,” she calmed herself just a tad, forced herself back to her more in control self, as she steeled herself for that fourth needle, she fixed me with her best glare, and growled defiantly through gritted teeth
“do it, do it now!”
I shrugged, then pushed the needle through in one swift stroke, her head hanging back, her eyes on the roof, her mouth open in one continuous roar of pain and relief.
We waited Joe and I, watching her collect herself, bring the pain to a manageable level, balancing the ache of those terrible steel bars that had been forced so roughly through meat, through nerves, through milk ducts, and so painfully through her skin.
The pain must have eased to a throb as she became calmer, so I explained that there was still two more to come…
She sputtered that Joe had said just one more…
And her jaw dropped as I explained that that was “in that set,”
I had Joe pinch her nipples between finger and thumbs tightly. Another needle, thinner and about an inch long, broke from the packaging then the left nipple was released by Joe and I quickly forced the new short needle through the nub before the blood could return. Her head began to swing side to side, and a silent scream slowly became a louder more real sound echoing round the chalk cave as I dealt with the other nub.
Joe slid his fingers back into his wife and the sounds slowly became the sounds of a woman enjoying the best orgasm we had witnessed in many a day.
She came like a waterfall, an eyerolling, fish on the bank, gasping, groaning orgasm of magnificent proportions, enhance by my removing the two biggest needles as she hit the top of the roller coaster, it was as the colonials say…awesome.
Joe kept up the ministrations to her clit, the massive climax rolled on, and I slipped out the smallest nipple needles, her eyes closing and her head rolling like a rag doll as she swept off to another world, fuelled by sexual overload. Joe stood back amazement writ large on his face, saying, “never had he seen his Alice so overtaken by sexual excitement, it was all just too much!”
We released the woman and together we tidied up switched out the light and closed the place down, joe shaking his head as I closed the cupboard, and muttering that “I had no bloody idea, not a hint!”
Joe had her a couple of times as did I, between bouts of dozing in our sitting room and she cooked our main meal naked that afternoon. She wore the remaing four needles until it was time to go home, taking them out herself with much oohing and arring. Then dressing enough for the walk home despite my offer to drive them. It had been a grand day, time to walk those dogs again
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It was a while later that Joe came out of the hospital, by the time he had got home my cook and myself had established a fairly regular pattern of sexual enjoyment, within the bounds of my fairly secluded old home, at any time after she had taken off her coat and knickers each morning, it was an unwritten rule that she was fair game till she put them back on to go home each evening, at odd times when on our own, I would place my hand up her skirt, or screw her while she was bending or whatever. She also occasionally assisted with a case if it was appropriate, but that was few and far between.
Anyway, old Joe returned and after a day or two “convalescing” came to see me saying he had had a long chat with his wife, and wanted to assure me he was fully conversant with most of what had gone on and was happy to find she had got back her old sexual drive. He was happy to start again as my gardener, and we wandered round the garden as he talked, he, saying how well we had managed,
I said, “I had a boy from the village who had been engaged to do the heavy work on Saturdays only, young mark from the old schoolhouse and he was to leave all the strenuous stuff to him.” Joe said he was a good choice as he was a good lad a keen gardener and would be quick to learn. But the rest was down to him as head gardener, and welcome home… the old boy was tickled pink to be given some help, and grinned widely saying with Alice he would rather nothing changed, and he would get her to return the book, it, `having done him a world of good since he had been home!’ he didn’t elaborate, and other than a lurid grin, I had to be satisfied.
He did mention the old dogs as I had said to Alice they were `stud trained,’ and she had a fancy…. So I offered them the loan of one to take home over-night anytime and the old chap nodded, thanking me most profusely.
We wandered back to the house as we talked, entering the kitchen and without ado slipping my hand up under his wife`s dress, and fingering her wet sex while telling her to serve us coffee!
Joe never turned a hair, just took a seat at the table and sat waiting for the brew…
We three sat over the drink and a slice of her homemade cake discussing the garden, meals and as casually as that Joe slipped in that I had agreed to allowed them to borrow one of the dogs for the night whenever we were in the mood our Alice! She grinned and thanked me, and we were on to the next subject as smoothly as that.
I explained to Joe that in his absence I had whipped his wife and he didn’t turn a hair though he did seem a little surprised, saying to Alice, “did you enjoy that then?” her reply was that she had “felt guilty, he, having the heart problem and her having lied to him about not wanting sex, then screwed me!”
You will note the - her having “screwed me not visa- versa!” which I viewed with some scepticism and distaste, asking “who screwed who?”
She grinned, saying that “well I suspect it was mutual,” which went a way towards patching up my bruised ego.
I exclaimed that “you came close to having some dungeon pain there miss!” to which she said “promises, promises!”
And Joe said, “that would be ok and a damned good idea, if we had a dungeon!” which to me proved she had not mentioned the experience.
I said that we did have a dungeon, and today a client, so I could not show him but that tomorrow I would, but it was a complete secret,” which he agreed to keep. Just then the gate sensor pinged, and I knew my patient had come, so I went to the door to greet him and the moment had passed.
The day was long and wearing, the patient had a fetish about plastic mackintosh coats…don`t ask!... but I do ‘sometimes mourn the passing’ of mental hospitals!
As usual after he left my cook delivered me a magic meal and then toddled off home, asking as she went “if that would be all?” in a most provoking way, and asking should she wear anything special next day if I was serious about the dungeon, to which I replied that “as long as she wore something to go home in and the locals didn’t find out our secret, it was of no consequence,” then added, “no mackintoshes” and laughed though of course she didn’t understand that quip, my time with that patient being in confidence! Finally telling her to “both have a lay in tomorrow and appear with Joe at 11am prepared for some pain!”
Her grin said it all
We parted, I ate, walked the dogs spent a couple of hours in front of the box, then pottered off to bed.
It was a long night, a channel storm woke me in the small hours, lightning and heavy rain battering the place, and not letting me get back to sleep, meant it was later than usual when I awoke, and walked the dogs, the damage from the storm was minimal luckily, we, being fairly sheltered.
I returned and breakfasted, and was just having finished when I heard the gate sensor as Joe and his wife appeared, having brought the mail from my box in with them. We discussed the storm, Alice clearing away the plates, and brewing coffee, which we sat and drank while she produced from her bag the book [Thurgood’s encyclopaedia of kinks and perversions] which I had lent her.
I asked her which chapters had turned her on most and she explained the items she had bookmarked in the newly returned book, at pains [sorry about the pun] to say that there were some, no way on earth was she up for! but that there were others she did find ‘stimulating’ and we ‘could perhaps try.’ Which roughly translated to “let`s do it please”
So, I bade her lock the doors (as in the dungeon we can`t hear anyone arriving, and this being Kent nowadays, you can`t trust folk, especially the incoming tide of i*****ls, hungry and desperate.)
She did that and then I led them to the hidden entrance to my dungeon, which Joe especially was amazed at he, having kept his tools and mowers etc in that part of the garage for some years without a clue which said a lot for the secret cupboard and rack.
We strode through the cupboard and the very short tunnel which led into the main chamber, me flicking on a bank of light switches and the gloom instantly dispelling to reveal the unlined chalk cave, about 11 or more feet in diameter 40 feet long had been given spot lighting, heating, a wooden floor and at the far end wall, certain securing devices, both a St Andrews cross, a whipping bench, as well as a seated crucifix, home-made stretching rack, and a lifting tackle, (in the form of an A frame gibbet over a well-hole, dug in the floor to gain the necessary height). A walk-in wardrobe of toys and securing devices are at the entrance end, as well as a couple of seats, old church pew`s as observation benches which as well as a tape that never misses a groan or a scream and a central camera that can be trained on any part of the room completed the armoury.
Joe stood mouth agape, then he turned to me and was about to speak when I said; “feel free Joe, go explore…!” he walked round like a man in a trance, touching odd equipment, grunting and muttering as he came to terms with the enormity of what had been under his nose all these years.
He returned shaking his head and saying that I “was a more devious bugger than he ever imagined!”
His wife who remember had seen the place before, had quietly sat down beside the entrance, to watch her husband like a k**dy in a sweet shop moving from item to item, knowing now there would be no holding him and that she would be “enjoying” some of these bits of kit as soon as he could arrange it. Sensing that, I said, “look you two, we have known one another a fair old time, and if you want to enjoy the facilities here from now on, you may,
but only if I am present, at least for a start, but not a word leaves here!” “OK?” they nodded, eagerly so I went on, “your married and it`s up to you how far you go, but as long as you don’t end up off work due to your injuries I don’t mind!”
Joe said, “he was touched at my generosity” and that “Alice is yours to punish anytime, but today especially for what she said yesterday please use her as you will, she`s the most precious thing I have in this world, but she tells me she loves a bit of pain, and I will have mixed feelings watching her take it though I will cringe at every stroke.”
I could see the love of the old chap written all over her face, he knew what she enjoyed and although he didn’t fully understand her need for this pain thing he was willing to let her enjoy it,
More as a token of submission than anything else, I asked him to undress his lady and to fit the leather cuffs, and without hesitation he stood and began unbuttoning her blouse, as I went to the cupboard and fetched a set of black leather cuffs.
As he worked I said, “Your lady for her age had a really good body Joe,” to which he laughed and said, “it was all the jogging and weight training,” which we all knew was a joke as she suffers from arthritis, but it broke what little tension was in the situation and brought a smile to her face!
By now he had removed the blouse and bra, her magnificent breasts and those wonderful areola, were on view and I was stood admiring them as any red-blooded man would. Saying perhaps we should concentrate on this end at least to begin with, and for him to leave the lower half for a while.
He shrugged, and I asked if she had a thing about needles to which she said, “she may need securing if I did that, as she didn’t think she could keep still for long from what she had read!”
I turned to Joe, telling him to “secure her then” nodding at the cross which she set off towards as I whispering to Joe “to finger her to a high state but not to let her come, while I go and fetched some needles from the office.”
She obligingly positioned herself for him and he clipped her to the St Andrews cross, as I hesitated by the doorway. He then knelt, tongue and fingers in use on her sex under her skirt. I fetched a supply of needles from my drawer then returned Joe, scrambling out when he became aware of my arrival. She looked if anything, relieved at my return, gasping and explaining that Joe having brought her to the brink more times than she could remember in the 10 or so minutes I had been gone, she was “now desperate to cum!”
Joe just grinned, muttering that “they hadn’t tried bondage in a long while, but they would be now” as, “it had been fun!”
Her flushed face and erect nipples said he was not alone in that verdict, and I stood before her mopping at her breasts carefully with an alcohol wipe, then slowly breaking out the first of the long sterile needles. Her eyes never leaving the thing from the second it came from the packet, as I told her to pick a breast for the first of these steel invaders then to take a breath and to let it out slowly as the thing penetrated her.
She looked a little pale as she waited for the onslaught, nodding to her left as an indication of the breast to use first. I cupped the lovely soft expanse of meat in my left palm, picked my spot,
Then slowly placed the tip of the probe against the skin about half an inch from the areola on the top of the chosen breast. She took the breath and as the point was depressing the pink skin began to exhale. The skin parted and the needle slid slowly and steadily down deep into the soft meaty breast, to the accompaniment of a low moan from her, her eyes, wide as saucers as the pain increased, fixed on my hand propelling the shaft through her body.
I felt the skin in my supporting palm begin to stretch and changed the shape of my hand so as not to be stabbed as the point triumphantly burst from the stretched skin.
I stepped back dropping the breast against her body, the still sharp tip of the probe digging into her soft body-flesh, to the accompaniment of another gasp.
I set Joe to finger her sex once more, just to distract her, while I broke out a second, long needle, this time with her knowing what to expect. Her eyes telling me she was anticipating the pain though I could not say if it was fear or excitement that was behind those hazel eyes that fairly sparkled in the spotlights.
Joe stood watching now as I began again mirroring the first penetration, as the steel shaft began its decent. Her moan was louder and more piercing.
It was soon over with her slumped in her bindings the breast fell to her body once more. Joe asked what it was like and she surprised us both by saying, “painful, more of an ache now but wow, the adrenaline rush was magic” to which I laughed as I broke out the next needle and said, “Well don’t get too comfy, that’s just the starters!” her face looked up startled, probably expecting the two big skewers to be all I had, but I went back to the first breast once more, hefted it and as if by magic made a smaller needle appear in my hand, quickly slipping the point into her areola through and out down the right side of the nipple. It was so quickly done and so fierce the pain, that there was about half a second before the effect hit her brain and her echoing scream rattled around the cavern. Joe looked shocked, but then began to grin, his wife shaking her head with the sudden shock of the piercing.
By now I had opened the second needle and slowly this time I slid the slither of steel in parallel to its sister on the other side of the stiff nub. This time her eyes screwed shut, her head shook from side to side and the scream was loud and clear as she called some doubt on my parentage, and roundly cursed me for all she was worth.
Joe slid his hand under the skirt once more, then reported that “her Fanny is running wet matey, its getting to her!” Another needle and the other nipple lifted by the nub itself, the needle slithering into the areola once again not quickly but slightly faster than the last. Again, we were treated to the head shaking and the scream, tears running freely down her face dripping from her chin to her chest.
Joe soothed her saying “only one more, old girl, only one more,” she calmed herself just a tad, forced herself back to her more in control self, as she steeled herself for that fourth needle, she fixed me with her best glare, and growled defiantly through gritted teeth
“do it, do it now!”
I shrugged, then pushed the needle through in one swift stroke, her head hanging back, her eyes on the roof, her mouth open in one continuous roar of pain and relief.
We waited Joe and I, watching her collect herself, bring the pain to a manageable level, balancing the ache of those terrible steel bars that had been forced so roughly through meat, through nerves, through milk ducts, and so painfully through her skin.
The pain must have eased to a throb as she became calmer, so I explained that there was still two more to come…
She sputtered that Joe had said just one more…
And her jaw dropped as I explained that that was “in that set,”
I had Joe pinch her nipples between finger and thumbs tightly. Another needle, thinner and about an inch long, broke from the packaging then the left nipple was released by Joe and I quickly forced the new short needle through the nub before the blood could return. Her head began to swing side to side, and a silent scream slowly became a louder more real sound echoing round the chalk cave as I dealt with the other nub.
Joe slid his fingers back into his wife and the sounds slowly became the sounds of a woman enjoying the best orgasm we had witnessed in many a day.
She came like a waterfall, an eyerolling, fish on the bank, gasping, groaning orgasm of magnificent proportions, enhance by my removing the two biggest needles as she hit the top of the roller coaster, it was as the colonials say…awesome.
Joe kept up the ministrations to her clit, the massive climax rolled on, and I slipped out the smallest nipple needles, her eyes closing and her head rolling like a rag doll as she swept off to another world, fuelled by sexual overload. Joe stood back amazement writ large on his face, saying, “never had he seen his Alice so overtaken by sexual excitement, it was all just too much!”
We released the woman and together we tidied up switched out the light and closed the place down, joe shaking his head as I closed the cupboard, and muttering that “I had no bloody idea, not a hint!”
Joe had her a couple of times as did I, between bouts of dozing in our sitting room and she cooked our main meal naked that afternoon. She wore the remaing four needles until it was time to go home, taking them out herself with much oohing and arring. Then dressing enough for the walk home despite my offer to drive them. It had been a grand day, time to walk those dogs again
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