CHAPTER ONE
Of Paddles And Orgasms
I was blindfolded.
My arms were raised high above my head, and my hands were tied with rope. The rope was hooked over a metal brace that hung down from the ceiling, and with my shoulders cushioned against my ears, I had only limited movement available to me.
And I was naked.
I was terrified, yet I was aware of the activity around me.
Someone was kneeling in front of me, and their fingers invaded me while a tongue lapped hungrily against my exposed vagina, and a man was on my left, his hand roughly pawing my breasts. I knew it was a man, because I could feel his rock-hard erection pressing up against my hip. And behind me, another person spanked my arse with a dimpled rubber paddle
I was terrified, genuinely terrified that this … orgasm would explode before I wanted it to. Fingers and tongues were still working me, my breasts were still being pawed, and the rubber paddle whacked my bare arse at ten second intervals. I had heard it said that there is a fine line between pleasure and pain, and I was starting to understand that, because Fuck me … I was standing, or wobbling on that fine line, and the punishing physicality of the arse-whacks were providing me with decadent thrills that normal thirty-year-old married women aren’t usually exposed to. Supremely aroused and titillated, feeling equally pleasured and punished, I knew that I had lost control. What happened next wouldn’t be dictated by me, it would be dictated by the collection of kneeling, standing, whacking people whom I couldn’t see because of the blindfold. I was so helpless, so vulnerable, and as the paddle stung my clenching buttocks again, I knew that I had lost control of this orgasm.
Pleasure and pain zapped and blistered me in equal teeth-clenching measures, and this orgasm wasn’t going to wait for me to release it, it was going explode whenever the fuck it wanted to. When a person’s genitalia is tickled, teased and tormented with such diligent persuasion, a Tipping Point would arrive, and alas, as I shuddered helplessly and bit down on my bottom lip, I understood that I was now precariously balanced on the very precipice of the Tipping Point.
With a hand still pawing my breasts, and with tongues and fingers working me into a frenzy, and with muffled and cushioned Smack sounds breaking the silence every ten seconds, this orgasm did explode.
Blindfolded, bound and naked, I shrieked, and I spluttered, then I shrieked and spluttered at the same time, and my body shuddered in Tipping Point-acquiescence, and like an out-of-control rag doll, I convulsed and screamed as I flung myself willingly over the Tipping Point.
Did I hear somebody say, What the fuck is going on?
Well, you see, it was our Swingers weekend, and we decided that it would be a BDSM night, and being who I am, I had graciously offered myself up to be the first person to experience the hedonistic delights of being BDSM-ed. And yeah, if I offer myself up, nobody argues with me.
Did I hear somebody ask, Who the Hell is this chick?
Well inquisitive person, I am Maddie, Madeline King, and I used to be Infallible, but now I am Infallible+.
I knew that it was my male lover Calvin whose erection was pressing up against my left hip, and I knew that my husband Brett was whacking the dimpled rubber paddle into my arse (and yeah, just quietly, I bet he was enjoying it) and I knew that it was my female lover Chrissy kneeling before me while she fingered and licked the fuck out of me, because my Angel Baby was the best pussy-licker in town, but … TAA DAA … it was me, Madeline King who had the first orgasm of the night.
And if I had my way, it would be the first of many.
My hands were still secured above my head, yet ambushed by the breathlessness that orgasming promotes, I let my head sag as my shuddering body began relaxing into a state of subdued jittering. A body pressed against my back, and I could feel a rock-hard erection nestled in between my arse cheeks as the blindfold was untied and removed. Brett moved into my line of vision as he asked, “How was it Madd?”
I was thinking about my reply, wondering how to explain the whirlpool of emotions that I had just experienced, although I glanced at my husband’s cock, then I raised my eyebrows in surprise. No-one had touched him during this event, yet his cock was fully erect, the head of his cock throbbing, and the veins in his stem were a furious blue, so curious, I asked, “Did you enjoy beating me?”
He had been snorting with sadistic triumph when I faced him, yet after I asked my question, he blushed, and his snorts reverted to contemplative pants, then he muttered, “First of all, you tell me if you enjoyed it, then I’ll tell you if I enjoyed it.”
Hmmm, good answer hubby, a self-preservation answer, so I said, “It was different.”
I knew he would love spanking my arse, because in our marriage, I was the major player and he was the accessory, yet with me blindfolded, bound and naked, I assumed that for him, this was his Waterloo, this was the one and only time in our relationship where he had dominated me.
But I had the orgasm, so who cares, I mean I still won, although hoping to re-establish the parameters of our relationship, I said glibly, “Darling, Sweetie, you beating me won’t happen again.”
Chrissy stood up and said excitedly, “Anyway, it’s my turn, so who’s on breasts, who’s on munching and fingering, and who’s going to beat me?”
And yeah, maybe it could be argued that my divine female lover was a little bit too enthusiastic to get whacked on the arse with a rubber paddle, but this was the first time we’d ever ventured into BDSM, so we were all keen to gauge our reactions. Some sexual deviants liked to push sexual boundaries as they searched for more dangerous thrills, but we weren’t sexual deviants, we were simply Swingers who were interested in finding out if we had sexual boundaries. I had read somewhere that the really Fucked Up sexual deviants pushed the boundaries so far that they experimented with erotic-asphyxiation, but that’s like choking someone and cutting off their air supply, and occasionally the choking is so successful that the fuckers end up dying. So sure, push the boundaries, but come on sexual deviants, think about it, I mean what’s the point of being choked to death while you have a rock-hard, blue-veiner erection? If the really fucked up sexual deviants don’t have any limits or boundaries, they probably get choked to death, and then they die, and they don’t have an orgasm, so in my humble opinion, that’s a Lose-Lose situation.
In a female genitalia sense, I did have a rock-hard, blue-veiner Clitoris a few moments ago, but after my male friend kept caressing my boobs, and his wife licked the clappers out of my blue-veiner, and my husband spanked my arse, I came, and that was what I was hoping to achieve. And I’m not dead, because nobody was choking me, and being quite serious for a moment, if anybody ever tried to choke me, somebody would die, although it wouldn’t be me.
I’ve never researched the statistics on the subject, yet it is my belief that males are the predominant gender when it comes to dying by erotic-asphyxiation, and like what’s wrong with you fuckers? Are you bored with cracking a fat, slipping it into a nice girl, and then humping her arse off and blowing? Jeez, I mean how much sex were these (dead) fuckers getting to make them bored with humping and blowing? I like a nice coffee, and I enjoy tasty meals, and I love buying sexy new clothes, but blowing out big ones is my greatest pleasure of all. When I’m enjoying a nice coffee or a tasty meal, I don’t call out, Hey, can someone come over and choke me while I’m enjoying this coffee or meal, because I want to see if my enjoyment is enhanced when you choke me! I’m sure there would be a few bitches and wimps at my work who would eagerly volunteer to throttle me any time, but when it came to sex, I didn’t need the experience to be enhanced, because when I have an orgasm, I feel like I’m being Enhanced anyway. When I have a nice coffee, I’m inclined to say, Ohhh, this is nice! And when I have a tasty meal, I say, Ohhh, this is yummy! Although when I blow out a big one, I splutter delightedly, Ohhh my God, that was fucking mind-blowing!
Chrissy asked expectantly, “Madd, can you be the kneeler, because I’d like your fingers inside me, and I want your tongue on me.”
The boys tied and blindfolded her, and having caught my breath, I elegantly knelt before her, and then …
*
So yeah, I’m not sure how my staid and conservative friends spent their weekend, but I spent my weekend bathing in a non-stop feast of orgiastic delights. And yeah, for us that wasn’t anything unusual, because we did it every second weekend. And just a little note for all the really fucked up sexual deviants, we kept blowing out huge mother-fucking orgasms, and none of us asked to be choked, so none of us died, and that means that we’ll be able to have more huge mother-fucking orgasms.
After we all had a turn at being whipped and beaten, we then reverted to our more traditional orgy behaviour, and Chrissy’s husband humped me eight times over the course of the weekend, and my husband humped me twice, and my husband humped Chrissy eight times, and her husband humped her twice. Me and Chrissy sucked off both husbands, and then there was the best stuff. I humped Chrissy’s thigh twice, and I like to be fair, so I humped each of her thighs, although Chrissy has an obsession about my right thigh, so it was her preferred thigh that she rode successfully on two occasions. I did oral on her three times, and she returned the favour after each occasion, then our husbands did oral on both of us twice, and as well, me and Chrissy were tortured numerous times with fingers, dildos and vibrators. So yeah, it was a busy and physically demanding Swinger’s weekend, but that’s the way we all liked it, because we were used to being totally fucked after our Swingers weekends.
All of us are totally uninhibited these days and fucking each other silly is the highlight of our fortnight, yet we’re becoming more adventurous and we’re always searching for a new thrill, although I state with a measure of certainty that erotic-asphyxiation is NOT on our experimental To-Do List.
The husbands have penises, and the wives don’t have penises, yet the wives are members of the more attractive gender (and don’t anybody even dare try to tell me that women aren’t the most attractive gender) and the wives can persuade the penises to erect by flagrantly exhibiting ourselves for our husbands. At some stage in every Swingers weekend, I will sit on Calvin’s lap, and with my legs spread, the fingers of his left hand will slide in and out of me while the fingers of his right hand will attend to my active and easily aroused clitoris, and Chrissy will be sitting on Brett’s lap opposite me, while Brett does exactly the same thing to her. And that means that we can watch our husbands pleasuring our female lover, while the female lover’s husband blows us off. And being blown off while you watch your female lover being blown off is just about as exciting, erotic and decadent as you can get. When we first started doing the lap-sitting blows, I always tried to beat Chrissy by being the first one to blow, but as I came to learn, both winning and losing provided you with titillating visual and physical delights. If I came first, I could then lean back into Calvin and enjoy watching Chrissy writhe and squirm as Brett drove her towards a conclusion, or if Chrissy came first, I could then close my eyes and revel in the knowledge that my female lover would be watching intently as her husband drove me towards an identical conclusion.
The husband’s also like watching the wives engage with one another (is anybody surprised?) and occasionally me and Chrissy will lie on the table as our husbands caress the collection of bare breasts, and then Chrissy and me kiss each other while we masturbate, and yeah, the table masturbating sessions usually lead to the penises erecting again.
We’re all keen on investigating the flexibility of our bodies, and during our last session, I lay on the table as my three sexual servants gathered around me. Chrissy was at the end of the table, and she guided my new eight-inch vibrator inside me, while Calvin stood near me as I sucked him off. Brett was cruising his fingers over Chrissy’s pussy, and I was multi-tasking, because not only was I sucking Chrissy’s husband off, I was also masturbating, and it felt glorious rubbing my clitoris as the vibrator raked over my G-spot. In quick succession, Calvin blew in my mouth, then Brett provided Chrissy with a knee-trembler, and then TAA DAA … I, Maddie King, unleashed a teeth-clenching, squirming Highlight-Reel of an orgasm.
Excited by the decadent activity, Brett’s dick was blue-veining, so Chrissy kindly pulled the vibrator out of my channel, then she guided my husband into me, and as Brett was humping me energetically, Chrissy and Cal both began tinkering with my clitoris, and not long after, I had semen in both my mouth and my puss.
So see, we have fun! You can ask your friends, How was your weekend? And they might reply, We went to a craft market … or, We went to a winery … or, We went to the football … but if they asked me, I would declare, I spent the whole weekend blowing off and getting fucked! The friends might ask, Ohhh, you had a dirty weekend with your husband? And not wanting to expose my little Swinger’s secret, I would mumble, Yes … although the enlarged and truthful answer was, Yes, he was one of the people who was there. We all loved our dirty and debauched Swingers weekends, yet my debauchery hadn’t elevated to the point where I’d be comfortable telling my friends about it.
Being less inhibited these days, our collection of pornographic photographs is growing rapidly, and we have dozens of shots of erect dicks and open pussies, and we have shots of both Chrissy and me sucking or stroking the erect dicks, we also have shots of the erect dicks sliding between our spread-eagled legs, and of course we also have heaps of shots of me and Chrissy licking or fingering each other. And we also have heaps of naked shots of me and Chrissy waltzing around or lazing around, because wait for the Big Announcement … we have heaps of shots of me and Chrissy naked, because women ARE the more attractive gender. Somebody once said, From great power comes great responsibility … and yeah, whatever, but if I alter that phrase to suit my argument, the phrase then becomes; From great Attractiveness comes great Power, and if you are an attractive female, you can say … fuck the Responsibility, I just want the Power so I can keep blowing out the big ones.
Occasionally me and Brett will scamper into bed, then we’ll turn the laptop on and flick through the growing collection of pornographic photos, and then together, the husband and wife will masturbate and blow out bed-shakers while we’re concentrating on the naked female shots, and then we’ll kiss each other, close our eyes, and then we’ll start counting off the days until the next Swingers weekend.
