Shared for the Weekend - Sex Stories

Shared for the Weekend

... was driving. I heard the garage door open, and shortly after we were on the road. I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible as I had no idea how long a drive we were in for, or what would happen when we arrived, but my mind was spinning with the possibilities.

I have no idea how long we drove, but after a while the roads wound more and I could feel that we were heading down, so I assumed we were heading to some place along the coast. We drove for a while along the winding coastal road and then took a couple of quick turns before we came to a stop. Gwyneth turned off the car, and before I heard her door open, I could hear the trunk being lifted and feel the cool breeze on much of my exposed skin. I heard at least two voices and I couldn't recognize them, and the uncertainty of who and what was around made me nervous, and excited, and a little out of control. I always knew that Gwyn would take care of me, but we had rarely included anyone else in our sex lives, and hearing two unknown women's voices talking about me was unfamiliar and uncomfortable territory.

'Look what 'G' brought us to play with' said one of the voices.

'It's such a pretty little toy, and I know exactly what I'd like to do with it' was the response from voice #2.

I heard the door open and Gwyneth got out of the car. "She'll be very co-operative I'm certain, but for the moment, help me get her inside.

Once my wrist cuffs were unclipped from the straps, the three women lifted me out of ...

... the car and stood me beside the car in my heels. The leash was attached to my collar, and my blindfold removed, and my nipple clamps were reattached. The first thing I took note of when my eyes adjusted were the three women in front of me. They were all attractive, probably all in their early to mid thirties, and the two unknown women were dressed in various forms of pure sex. There was nothing obvious about them that gave the impression they would kidnap me as a slave, but obviously they had. I was getting more excited by the moment, but also a little in awe of my situation.

We were standing in front of a very nice beach house on a significant property. There were lots of windows, and nicely manicured lawns and gardens, and a wonderful view of the ocean. It seemed we were a long way from the closest town, as the nearest house I could see was a long way down the road. Whatever my wife had in store for me, I was in this for as long as she had it in mind to keep me here.

One of the women clipped my hands behind me and led me by the leash to the front door of the house. As we walked together, I felt hands on my ass, and fingers running over the base of the butt plug. Fingers ran over my nipples, hardening them even further, and making me constantly aware of the pain and pleasure of the clamps. Someone inside the front door opened it as we moved closer, which surprised me again as it meant there were still more people involved in this adventure, as did the appearance of the ...