The Green Bush Erotica Collection Volume 22

Sugarman’s Milk-7

It was obvious that Grant wanted to see his wife having s*x. Robin looked at the fornicating couple and found that seeing her husband with another woman was no longer disturbing, it was lovingly erotic. She nodded and rolled to her side pressing her back and ass against him, drawing his arm over her torso. His c**k pressed into the cleft of her buttocks and they watched the other couple f**k. It was slow and beautiful.

Robin had never truly seen other people having s*x before. Certainly she had seen the simulated s*x in Hollywood movies, but her viewing of pornography was extremely limited, mostly because the acting and production values were so terrible, not because of any moral objection. She had once watched her roommate in college have s*x with a boyfriend, but that encounter occurred in the middle of the night with bad lighting and was largely obscured by a sheet.

Watching her husband have s*x with Jennie was another matter entirely. They weren’t covered by anything and from her position she could easily see his c**k sliding in and out of Jennie’s p***y since the other couple was lying crosswise on the bed. It wasn’t the close-up visual often employed in porn, which made it much more pleasant. As she watched, she felt her p***y moisten and Grant’s c**k stiffen against her. Eventually she raised her knee and shifted her body, reaching down between her legs to grab Grant’s c**k and let him enter her from behind.

“You want to do this?” Grant whispered in her ear as she continued to watch the other couple.

“Uh-huh. Just don’t c*m. Not yet.” She didn’t look at Grant at all.

Jennie was becoming much more vocal. Their lovemaking was reaching a crescendo and as such Nate’s thrusts became faster and more vigorous. Robin couldn’t see either of their faces, which was a disappointment, but she could hear Jennie’s vocalizations and that was nearly as good.

“f**k f**k f**k!” Jennie screamed out as she wrapped her legs around her partner’s narrow hips. Either that was enough for Nate or he was already on the edge for he came a moment later with a series of huffs and grunts. His body collapsed on the large-breasted woman and Robin fancied that she could see her husband’s c*m starting to leak out of Jennie.

“Want me to go faster now?” Grant asked her softly.

“No, stay slow,” requested Robin. She changed the angle of her hips and allowed him to penetrate her more deeply. As they continued on it was obvious that Jennie and Nate were kissing. That actually bothered her a bit and she was relieved when Nate rolled off his lover and Jennie looked over at them.

“Are you two f*****g?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

“Oh yeah,” Grant said as he pulled the sheet down a bit exposing Robin’s body. She wasn’t expecting that, but realizing she didn’t really mind them staring at her. They got up off the other bed as Robin and Grant continued going on. Nate headed for the bathroom and Robin expected Jennie to follow, but instead she knelt down on the floor in front of Robin.

“Is his c**k okay?” Jennie asked Robin.

It was an unexpected question. Robin normally didn’t talk much during s*x so she found it hard to carry on a conversation with a man’s c**k inside her.

“Umm, yeah, fine.”

“I know he’s smaller than Nate, but your husband really stretched me out.” She grinned some more. “It felt good.”

“That’s good,” was all Robin could manage to say.

Jennie leaned in and kissed Robin while Grant watched. It wasn’t just a friendly little peck on the cheek, it was an intimate kiss. Almost automatically, Robin parted her lips and Jennie poked her tongue forward, exploring the other woman’s mouth.

Robin told herself it was just a kiss.

And then Jennie broke off the kiss, dragged her lips down Robin’s body, until she found Robin’s small breast capped by her tiny pink n****e. With Grant’s c**k in her p***y and Jennie’s mouth on her breast, Robin found it incredibly easy to let go and just let herself c*m.

After her moment of crisis had passed, Robin opened her eyes to see Jennie staring at her. The older woman was smiling kindly. “Was that good?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ll leave you two alone a minute. Go ahead and make Grant c*m. He likes this position.”

Robin just nodded and focused on Grant’s c**k still going in and out of her p***y, but then Nate walked back into the bedroom area. He was still naked; his limp c**k hung between his legs, yet it was still impressively large. As much as she wanted to reach out and grab her husband, Robin found it impossible because he was too far away. It would have been nice to suck on, or at least hold, his c**k while Grant f****d her. Instead he just watched.

Robin never would have considered herself an exhibitionist, but Nate watching her getting f****d by another man turned her on. She started putting a show on for him, writhing around, moaning and groaning. As he watched Nate’s c**k started growing again and Grant appreciated her theatrics because a minute later he was cumming in her p***y. The jet of hot c*m caused Robin to c*m a second time and she was thrilled to her core.

Jennie returned to the room and curled up on the bed, running her hand up and down Nate’s thigh. For a long moment nothing was said until Grant’s c**k shrank enough to slip free of her p***y. Robin all but ran to the bathroom to clean up. Somehow she didn’t hyperventilate with triumph. Catching sight of her naked body in the mirror she smiled at herself. All her other friends would have said what she was doing was wrong, but she was happy and it felt so right.

“I thought you said we were going to do something kinky,” said Robin after she returned to the bedroom and they had rested a bit.

“Watching another woman f**k your husband isn’t kinky enough for you?” Jennie questioned her, sauntering back and forth in front of the windows wondering if anyone could see her naked body from the street or another building.

“It’s just a little kinky,” Robin laughed. “I want to do something really kinky.”

Jennie turned back from the window and pressed her ass against the cold glass. “Something really kinky?” she asked with an odd inflection in her voice.

“Yeah,” Robin replied with a boldness she didn’t really feel after Jennie’s fervent question.

“Ever been tied up during s*x?” Jennie asked her.

Robin shifted uncomfortably on the bed next to Grant. “No. But I’ve thought about it.”

“The reality of being restrained during s*x is completely different from the fantasy,” Jennie told her. “Do you like pain?”

“No!” Robin realized her response was a little too loud, a little too intense. “I mean it’s pain, right? Who likes pain?”

“Everyone likes it when the pain goes away, especially when the relief is sudden and complete.”

“Oh.”

“Want to try it?”

“Try what?” Robin asked, trying to avoid the question.

“Try being tied up while getting f****d,” Jennie said bluntly. “We have two willing men right here who would be more than happy to f**k you, right?”

“Sure,” Grant immediately chimed in.

“Why not?” Nate agreed.

Robin was nervous at what Jennie was proposing, but then reminded herself that she had told Jennie she wanted to get kinky.

“Okay,” Robin relented, “but I didn’t bring any rope with me today.” Even as she spoke the words they sounded flat and stupid.

“Luckily, I did,” said Jennie as she pushed herself off the window and picked up her large purse from the stand next to the door. All eyes were on her as she pulled out several items. She tossed a coil of cotton line to Grant, dropped a small vibrator on the bed, and displayed the blindfold to Robin. “I’m not going to put the blindfold on you until Grant’s done with his rope work.”

“Put your hands behind your back,” Grant told her as he crawled out of bed.

The command made Robin nervous and she wanted to say no, but glancing over at her husband she saw his eyes were glowing with anticipation. She wanted to please him and she wanted to see how far she could push herself. What were the Sugarmans going to do to her? She wanted to find out.

Robin stood up and put her hands behind her back like she was going to be handcuffed. Grant turned her around and repositioned her arms so they weren’t straight back, but bent at the elbow and parallel to the floor. “Just relax. This will take a few minutes,” Grant explained to her as he started wrapping the line around her wrists and forearms.

The window was right in front of her and she looked at the cityscape. She knew the windows were darkened and no one could see inside, which was slightly disappointing because she wanted someone to see her being tied up. Just the idea was exciting.

The room was largely silent as Grant worked. He cautioned her not to move several times.

“How does someone get tied up if they’re struggling against you?” Robin asked.

Grant’s answer came with a scoff of derision. “They don’t. Rope bondage is a fine art with two artists, the bound and the binder. They have to work together. If one is resistant, it doesn’t work.”

“Oh.” Robin was confused. “I don’t get it.”

“Bondage,” Grant explained as he carefully wrapped the line back and forth between her forearms, “is something willingly entered into by both participants. They should both enjoy it. Bondage isn’t mean to hold someone in place who doesn’t want to do it.”

“What if I didn’t want to do this?” Robin asked.

“Then you would be struggling and fighting me and I couldn’t make this look beautiful for you.” He paused. “Try moving your arms.”

Robin did as he asked but found they were very effectively held in place. “I can’t.”

“I never made it to Eagle scout,” said Grant as he adjusted one of the lines, “but knot tying was the one skill I excelled at. “It looks perfect.”

“I can’t see it,” Robin pointed out as he tightened up the rope and she found she suddenly couldn’t move her arms.

“Easily solved,” Jennie said as she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and turned it on. “Do you mind if I take a few pictures?”

“Go ahead!” Nate answered for Robin. No one could see the expression on her face. She wasn’t sure if she was excited to be photographed this way or upset. It seemed to please Nate so she didn’t protest. Jennie didn’t say anything else and there was the flash from her phone’s camera a few times along with the artificial sound of a shutter opening and closing.

“What do you think?” Jennie asked, shoving the camera in front of Robin’s face. Since she was unable to move her arms Jennie helpfully dragged her finger across the phone’s screen displaying the sequence of pictures. Though they all focused on her hands bound together by multiple loops of rope carefully arranged up and down her arms, her naked ass was also on prominent display. That made Robin uncomfortable, but her face wasn’t in the pictures so they were mostly anonymous. Mostly.

“Wow,” was all Robin said.

“I’ll send them to you,” Jennie told her as she activated the messaging function on the phone. “And to Nate, too,” she added with a wink.

“Now what?” Robin asked.

“Now the exciting part,” Jennie told her as she put the phone away and picked up the blindfold.

“I’ve been blindfolded during s*x before,” Robin said proudly.

“Then this shouldn’t scare you,” Jennie said putting the blindfold up to Robin’s face and tying it into place. The way she spoke the words caused a shiver of fear to run down Robin’s spine. “Can you see?” she asked.