Back to the porn store.

Mark wandered back to the bedroom as he continued talking to Brad, setting up the next phase of his intricate plans. “I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Stay near the phone.” He carefully placed a wireless remote cam unit on a shelf, capturing a clear shot of the bed. He hid the unit among the stuffed animals decorating the shelf. Mark took some time surveying the master bath, trying to find a practical spot, yet keep the unit hidden. It took him a while before noticing the small gap between the ceiling and the towel cabinet. He placed three units in the narrow space, one aimed at the toilet, one towards the tub, and one at the full wall mirror. Mark chuckled knowing he’d get some good shots there. It was easier to hide some cams to cover the kitchen, dining room, living room and game room. He practically had the entire house covered. Mark sat down at their home computer and installed the remote surveillance software and set it to run in background mode, invisible to any users. He also installed some remote access software, so he could access their computer from anywhere. He quickly tested each camera, triggering each one on the surveillance screen. He could zoom and pan to a limited degree with each cam, giving him the ultimate chance to record Sarah and Brad’s activities.

He then redialed Brad and informed him of their upcoming three-way call. Also informing Brad what he was to say and do. Brad understood, not really knowing how this could be considered ****, but went with the plan, figuring this was his reward for going along.

Brad called Sarah, waking her from her lengthy nap. She was grateful for the wakeup call, not realizing she nearly slept the afternoon away. Brad asked how she was doing. Sarah told him she was fine. She added that she had taken some laps in the pool and was relaxing in the sun. She apologized for apparently having fallen asleep. Brad laughingly excused her saying it was all right. He then informed her he would be home late again. “You’re not bringing home more movies, are you?” Sarah jokingly asked.

“No,” Brad replied. “But I will have something special for you.”

Sarah giggled like a schoolgirl again. “Oh, Brad,” Sarah exhaled, “you’re being very naughty.” She could feel her body tingle with excitement once again, trying to figure out what Brad had planned for her. Little did she know what she was in for.

“Speaking of naughty,” Brad added smugly, “Why don’t you wear that little birthday present I got you last year?”

Sarah bit her lower lip in nervous, anticipated tension as the image of the red and black teddy with crotchless panties filled her brain. She giddily agreed, acknowledging Brad would call again on his way home. Hanging up the phone, Sarah recalled opening the gift nearly a year ago, wondering when she would ever wear that outfit. At the time, it seemed a highly impractical gift. However, now as she envisioned herself in that outfit, she knew she would look like a knockout.

Brad, meanwhile, headed back to the same adult store he visited the night before. He was told to tell the clerk he was there to pick up a phone-in order, listed under Brad Goodwin’s name. He didn’t know what it was, or how much it cost. All he knew, was that he was to go to the store and pick the item up. The blackmailer would contact him as soon as he did the assigned task in a timely manner. Brad pulled into the lot and parked his car. He hesitated momentarily, but then darted to the door and inside. Brad had moved so fast, he never noticed the man in the car three spots over and to the back, taking pictures of him as he walked into the store. Brad noticed a surprisingly long line of men at the counter, taking their time, chatting with the clerk and each other. Not wanting to mingle with the others, Brad opted to waste a little time, surveying the remainder of the adult store. In addition to the videos he had purchased before, he spotted magazine and book racks filled with every perversion known to mankind. He also noticed the “Swingers” papers, looking for partners and announcing get-together parties. There were walls decorated with penises of every shape and size imaginable. There was a leather section of the store, specializing in various bondage items. There were blow up dolls of every star imaginable, along with all kinds of pussy contraptions. Brad was overwhelmed by the variety of porn available in the seemingly small shop. He also noticed the “peep show video booths.” Brad felt his skin crawl once more as the eyes of the weird patrons began staring at him. He rushed to the clerk and claimed his purchase. He was handed a plain brown bag with the words “Do Not Open” written in bold black letters across the front. Brad charged the exorbitant fee to his credit card and slipped quickly out the door, and into his car. He still did not notice Mark taking pictures of him at the porn shop.

Mark casually trailed Brad, calling his cell when they were on the highway. Brad confirmed he had the package and assured his tormentor he had not opened it. They then called Sarah, Brad spoke his designated lines. “Hi honey. I’m on my way home. Are you ready for me?” Sarah affirmed she was dressed as instructed. “Good. I want you to lie in bed. Open my bedside drawer. In there you’ll find a large black scarf.” Sarah claimed she had it. Brad hadn’t put it there though, so he knew the blackmailer had prepped the scene. “I want you to wrap it around your head and cover your eyes. I’ve got another secret for you.” Sarah cooed in anticipation as she tied the scarf securely in place, telling Brad she had done so when she had completed. “That’s perfect. Now I want you to masturbate until I get there. I want you to be nice and wet.”

Sarah was giggling again as her hands drifted across her scantily clad body teasing her nipples into hardened peaks. The red satin and black lace felt extremely erotic against her smooth flesh. Her hand roamed through her finely trimmed forest of curls.

Mark logged into his laptop computer sitting on the passenger seat of his car. The satellite transponder accessed the Goodwin’s computer and gave Mark complete access. Mark fired up the surveillance program and activated the bedroom cam. Sarah was before his eyes, in streaming video, as he drove down the street. Mark punched a few more keys and began recording the activity on his home main frame.

Sarah’s finger rustled through the blonde curls, parting them down the middle. As Sarah’s finger retraced its path, her rosebud bloomed, the petals unfolding to expose the hidden interior. The sweet nectar of her flower gathered on her finger. She spread the honey onto her opening petals, sending out an intoxicating fragrance and signal to the working bee ready to fertilize its core. By the time Sarah heard Brad walk through the door, she was breathing heavy, hungrily waiting for his attack.

Brad wanted to attack Sarah, looking incredibly sexy, lying atop the bed, fully aroused and waiting, in the sultry, sexy outfit he had purchased just for such an occasion. He whispered into Sarah’s ear that he was there, his hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on her neck and ear. He leaned in and nibbled on the erogenous ear lobe, causing Sarah to squirm in delight. He sat up and removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as he kicked off his shoes. He then opened the sealed bag, and read the instructions enclosed with the contents, just as Mark had told him to do. He pulled the more reliable, leather blindfold from the plain bag and placed it securely over Sarah’s already covered eyes.

Sarah was confused and worried, even though she was horny and full of anticipation, asked, “What’s going on?”

“Sssshh,” Brad reprimanded as he kissed her on the lips to silence her. “No talking.” Brad then proceeded to kiss every piece of normally exposed flesh, destined to raise Sarah’s expectation. He started with the lips, to her ears, neck and shoulders. Then he moved up and down her arms. He placed gentle kisses on her now heaving belly as he neared her heated crotch. He bypassed the sensitive area and ran wet kisses along her legs, down to her ankles and back up, teasingly, tortuously close to her slightly thrusting hips, begging for contact. Brad could smell Sarah’s excitement as her womanly musk filled his flaring nostrils. Sarah was growing impatient as she hugged Brad, trying to guide his head to where she wanted his loving kisses. Brad stopped and smiled, his blackmailer was right. He was enjoying this. He seemed to know Sarah fairly well, knowing that she would be begging him for some oral contact. The first note said to continue kissing until Sarah tried to guide his head with her hands. He now read the second item, pulling a pair of metal handcuffs from the rustling bag. Doing as the note said, Brad kissed Sarah’s arms once more, moving them above her head as he did so.

Sarah willingly raised her arms above her head as Brad straddled her chest, his crotch just beneath her aching tits. Sarah heard a distinctive clinking sound above her head, moments before feeling the cold metal bracelets snap in place around her wrists. “Brad,” she screamed as she tugged against the binds causing the headboard to rattle.

“Sssshh,” he whispered again, trailing kisses along Sarah’s trembling body. He reached into the bag and pulled out two long leather straps. Brad retraced his kisses once again, down along each leg, lingering on the ankles. He looped the leather around Sarah’s left ankle and secured it to the post.

Sarah writhed in fear, unable to prevent Brad from doing whatever it was he had planned. Despite the fear, Sarah’s body was reacting to the erotic kisses and the tingling sensations electrifying her body. She was torn between fighting Brad off, or letting him do as he pleased, as long as her body exploded in orgasmic bliss. She really didn’t have a choice as Brad looped and tied off the right ankle, leaving Sarah spread-eagled, exposed, and ****.

Brad read the next set of instructions and smiled, happy for his good luck tonight. It said for him to devour Sarah’s body as he pleased, bringing her to as many orgasms as he wanted. The only requirement was that she had to be utterly soaking wet, and begging to be fucked, before he read the next set of instructions. Brad took advantage of the opportunity and teased his wife mercilessly, lightly dragging his fingers across the soft silk. Sarah writhed, pushing her chest upward, trying to get more forceful contact with her aching tits. Brad carefully grabbed the ends of the bow tie holding the top together, and pulled the cords ever so slightly until the bows popped free of the knot. Brad separated the halves exposing Sarah’s stiff crinkled nipples to his happy blue eyes. Brad lowered his head and laved long wet kisses between the rolling mountains of flesh, all the way to Sarah’s navel and back up to her neck. Sarah was already begging, twisting her body and moaning when Brad neared her tits. She groaned when he bypassed them. Finally he zeroed in on her left tit and roughly sucked the puckered pink flesh into his hot mouth. Sarah cooed gleefully as a beginning tremor broke ground, finally releasing some of her core’s built up pressure. Brad immediately left that tit, and scraped his white teeth along the other nipple, chewing on the fatty substance. Sarah immediately exploded again. Her body bucked forcing her tit into Brad’s hungry mouth for more of his relentless teasing. Brad worked both tits, back and forth, alternating between soft suckling, loving tongue lashes, rough chewing, and painful biting. Sarah’s mind was swirling, unable to stop Brad from making her totally crazy. Her body, however, continued to welcome Brad’s technique, encouraging his behavior, breaking into numerous, non-stop convulsions. Every time she erupted, her body wanted, and needed another one, searching for one that would be slightly more intense, driving her to another orgasmic plateau.

Brad finally shifted lower on Sarah’s body, planting kisses around her finely trimmed fur. Sarah’s hips rose to meet his kisses, urging him to move slightly further south. He inhaled her musky aroma before planting a kiss on the wet opening. Sarah purred when Brad kissed her kitty. His tongue lapped along the wet slit, pressing into her parted folds to gather the seeping honey. Sarah rolled her hips further encouraging Brad on. Brad kept lapping at the honey, replacing it with his saliva, till Sarah was writhing in wetness. Feeling the fire burning in Sarah’s loins, Brad focused his wandering tongue on Sarah’s exposed clit. He danced his tongue over and around, up and down, back and forth across the rubbery ball of pleasure. Sarah was wriggling and pulling at her binds as her body twisted and jerked from the electrical shocks Brad inflicted upon her. Every shock grew more intensified as each tongue flicker across her clit sparked new fires. She was nearly hyperventilating when she finally exploded, bouncing her ass up off the bed, bucking into Brad’s face, pushing him away from her oversensitive hot spot. Brad sat back, smugly admiring his oral talents, licking Sarah’s fluids from his lips, as she continued writhing beneath him. She squirmed and twisted for almost five minutes without Brad touching her, slowly landing back on earth from her trip to outer space.

Sarah almost passed out from the continuing short circuits sparking in her body. The overload finally exploded, and Sarah was grateful for the reprieve. She was panting heavily, gasping for the much needed air she lacked during the trip to outer space. She needed to curl her body up like a baby, to cover her most tender spots, to comfort herself in a little ball. However, every time she moved, she was reminded of the binds put there, keeping her open, ****, and exposed. Nearly five minutes had passed, when Sarah realized Brad hadn’t moved, apparently watching her squirm beneath him. It had a sobering effect on Sarah’s mind, but an enticing effect on her body. She could only imagine how she looked to Brad, who was hopefully ready to fuck her silly now. She was ready.

Brad shifted on the bed, not quite ready to fuck his wife, even though his cock was loaded, armed, and ready. Brad steeled his tongue and thrust his stiff tongue into Sarah’s open-lidded pot. He pushed forward as Sarah groaned in disbelief that Brad was fucking her with his tongue, and not with his cock. Brad pushed forward till his entire face was buried in Sarah’s wetness, his nose resting just beneath her recently abused clit, dangerously close to tickling it once again. He flicked his tongue around the deep recesses of the dark canal, scraping along the walls decorated with blood-engorged veins. It didn’t take long for Sarah to begin squirming and wriggling once more. Brad noisily slurped up the tart fluids seeping from Sarah’s rivers, continually driving his tongue as deep as it would go. Sarah was begging now. She was whimpering as she ground her pelvis into Brad’s face, thankful that he was attending to her needs, but she needed something bigger, something longer, something harder than his tongue. She needed his cock in her pussy, and she needed it badly, before she would go crazy. Brad delighted himself with Sarah’s lust-crazed actions. It fueled the fire in his own loins as he felt his cock pulse, priming the shaft with pre-cum. He quickly discarded his clothes, delighting Sarah as she listened to his rustling, and felt the movement on the mattress.

Brad wanted to fuck her badly. He wanted to jam his cock into that beautifully wet pussy and fuck her with every bit of energy he had. But he also wanted her to beg, to plead, and to implore him to shove his cock inside her, just like Mark had said in the instructions. So, Brad dove in for another feasting on Sarah’s engorged clit. Sarah bucked when Brad’s mouth clamped over the sensitive nubbin once more. “Nooo” she cried out as her hips rose to encourage him. Her body was definitely saying yes! She cried out to God as she skyrocketed back into space, watching the stars whiz by her head. Her thighs twitched and her ass clenched as Brad caught the exposed flesh between his teeth. Sarah knew the inevitable was on the horizon. She was going to explode very shortly if Brad continued doing what he was doing. Brad repeatedly flicked his tongue over the little pearl caught between his teeth, causing Sarah to buck uncontrollably, listening to her plead for him to stop. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear from her as he intensified the attack. That was it, Sarah’s body exploded, shaking the entire bed, rattling the headboard and jerking the footboard. Brad continued the unrelenting attack, pressing his cock into the bed to restrain his will to slip it in the juicy snatch. Brad buried his face further into Sarah’s clutching cunt, pressing his chin into the parted folds. He started chewing on the swollen clit, fucking Sarah with his chin. Sarah fucked back, wriggling and writhing till Brad’s chin was in her stretching hole. She needed something inside of her! Sarah was screaming to the gods now. “Fuck me,” she whimpered between sobs and gasps of air. That was what Brad needed to hear. “C’mon Brad, fuck me.” Sarah was humping his chin like there was no tomorrow, covering Brad’s face with her syrup. “Fuck me,” she said again, this time more emphatically. “Jesus Christ, Brad, fuck me! I’m gonna cum if you don’t fuck me right now. Stick your cock in me. Fuck me with your god damn cock.” She was pleading now, **** for the fucking her body craved. Brad redoubled his efforts, gnawing on Sarah’s clit as he felt her body stiffen. “Holy shit,” she screamed. “Stick your fucking cock in my pussy, NOW!” Brad ignored her plea, as instructed, and continued chewing. “Oh god ... Oh god … Oh god … Oh god …” Sarah panted with **** breaths as her stiffened body suddenly bounced entirely off the bed. “JEEEEZZZUSSSS,” she exhaled as her insides erupted, losing all bodily control. The inner waters spewed from the geyser as she pissed her cum all over Brad’s face, soaking him with her warm fluids. Brad immediately pulled away, having never experienced Sarah’s orgasm of that magnitude, wiping the excess fluid from his face and chin. He watched as Sarah’s arcing stream, slowed to a trickle, soaking the mattress beneath her. Sarah cried, embarrassed at having pissed all over Brad. “I’m sorry,” she wailed, still trying to recover from the earth shattering orgasm.

“Sssssh,” Brad soothed, “it’s okay” He laid his hand on her heaving belly. “You just came all over my face. It was great.”

Sarah, relieved that Brad was okay, pleaded once more, “Please make love to me now.”

Brad shifted on the bed and read the next set of instructions as he reached into the bag. He pulled out a ten inch dildo about two and a half inches in diameter. He stared at the lifelike cock as he held it in front of his eyes. He now knew, despite the pleasure he was about to receive, it wouldn’t be exactly what he or Sarah, really wanted.

“Please Brad,” Sarah begged once more, “don’t keep me waiting.”

Brad straddled her chest and guided the tip of his cock to Sarah’s lips, smearing the droplet of fluid across her blood red lips. He watched as Sarah’s tongue darted out to lick her lips, and then search for his cock. He guided his missile further into Sarah’s willing mouth. Sarah suckled his cock to get him nice and wet for a good fucking. Brad continued feeding his cock into her mouth till it was full. He was hard, and Sarah knew she needed to be careful, or he would explode in her throat. She didn’t want that. After a few minutes of bathing, Brad pulled out and Sarah readied her mind and body for what was to come.

Sarah was disappointed and shocked when Brad spun around and lay atop her bound body in a sixty-nine position. Sarah’s mind was whirling as Brad’s cock found its way back into her throat. All Sarah could think about was Brad’s insatiable fixation with her pussy. She didn’t know how much more **** she could endure. She really needed a fucking. Brad’s oral talents were great, but she needed his cock in her pussy, not his tongue. And, in the current position, the only thing Brad would be able to get his mouth on, would be her abused and raw clit.

Despite Sarah’s concern, her body responded. Her hips rose up, inviting Brad to do just what she didn’t want him to do. This time he was gentle, placing light kisses on her tender flesh, lightly tickling the tender skin. She responded in kind, suckling his cock with loving adoration. Then Sarah felt something pressing against her dripping hole, and it wasn’t Brad’s fingers. She wanted to scream, “What the hell is that?” But her mouth was stuffed with Brad’s cock. The only thing she could let out was a muffled, “Mmmph.” Her bound splayed legs and her dripping wet snatch could not stop the hard object from pushing forward. Sarah grunted as the bulbous head spread her lips and entered the canal. Brad’s cock slipped into her throat as she swallowed, still not knowing what was going on. Brad eyed the fake cock, inches from his eyes as its fat head disappeared inside Sarah’s body. The fake cock was longer and thicker than Brad’s, and he found himself curious as to whether Sarah could handle it. She apparently had little problem taking the girth, since the head had popped in rather easily. He pushed the phallus in slightly deeper, stretching and filling the pussy, watching her wet lips suck in the rubbery cock. Sarah’s eyes rolled back into their sockets as the full feeling enveloped her body. She now realized what was in her aching pussy. It was exactly what she wanted, a hard cock. “Brad is fucking crazy,” she told herself as she redoubled the efforts on his cock, plunging in and out of her throat. Brad started to piston the fake cock in and out, in synchronized tempo with his own cock. Brad was mesmerized by Sarah’s pussy lips, the way they sucked the cock in, and held on, on the way out. Sarah lost herself in the double-fuck sensation and let her body’s lust take control. She started humping back against the fake cock, pushing it deeper into her recesses, filling her and stretching her more than ever before. She started sucking Brad’s cock in earnest, hungrily devouring his meat, no longer caring if he deposited his manly load down her throat. The longer it continued, the more she wanted it down her throat.

Brad was so enrapt with the activities he never realized he had succeeded in fucking Sarah with the full length of the larger cock. She bucked and writhed more so as the two cocks pummeled her holes. Brad could withstand the sucking talents no more. He shoved his weight down on Sarah’s face, lodging his pipe in her esophagus. Just as his cock swelled, the lava rising up the chute, Sarah exploded, coating the fake shaft with her own frothy white foam. Brad released what felt like a gallon of cum into Sarah’s throat as she hungrily swallowed the silky semen bullets right into her stomach.

Brad pulled the cock free as he rolled off Sarah’s heaving body. Knowing there were no more instructions, he slowly shifted off the bed and released Sarah from her ties. He started with the ankles, then the hands, and finally removed the blindfolds. Neither said a word as they hugged each other tightly, squeezing each other as if their lives depended on it. They were still panting and gasping for air as they fell atop the soaked sheets. Sarah coiled up in a fetal position with Brad spooned right behind her. With his hand draped over her for security, Sarah, exhausted and sore, quickly fell asleep. Brad, as soon as he sensed Sarah was sleeping, drifted off to a contented sleep also.

Mark, meanwhile had raced back to his house, and watched the entire thing on his monitor. He too dropped nearly a gallon of cum, watching the two lovers he had complete control over.