Backstep
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It must have been a lonely life for most people like us back in 1987. No internet to speak of, for starters. And most XXX shops were just trashy ‘vanilla’ porno. I wouldn’t have known where to look if I’d been searching. It was a strange coincidence that Carol and I had found each other at Penn State two years before, and we thought we’d just spend our married lives as two lonely weird people in this world that had found each other.
And then we saw the classifieds in the Philadelphia Daily News. I remember it was just before the Stanley Cup Finals, so it was in early June that year. A married couple in their 20’s was looking for friends “with benefits.” I figured it was something sketchy, but called on a whim. A voice on the other end explained what she had in mind and my knees buckled.
The first time we met Jason and Debbie Mendrin, we went to dinner on South Street. It was a little shy and awkward at first, but we came to enjoy each others’ company. It took a while to earn trust, but within a few weeks we were comfortable enough to wander away from our downtown condo out to their lovely home in Haverford. And that’s when we started our weekly games.
We had pizza at their place that first Saturday evening in early July, though I couldn’t eat much. There was a lot of tension. When dinner was over, Jason pulled out a deck of cards and gave a good shuffle and spread them face down of the coffee table. Each of us took a turn picking up a card; first one with an ace was the loser. The game would depend if it were a man or a woman who lost, and Carol drew the ace of diamonds.
She was nervous, though excited. She looked at me with those cool, blue eyes of hers and gave a smile as we walked towards the finished basement where the game was to take place. She put her hand in mine. “Be gentle with me, Ben,” she said.
Debbie turned towards us as we descended the stairs. “Gentle? Where’s the fun in that?” She asked, putting her raven hair into a ponytail.
Jason was undressing as we reached the basement. It felt a little odd, though we’d known this was part of the deal. “I’ve been working out for the occasion,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant. He was in descent shape, though he could afford to lose a few pounds.
I undressed quickly before I could change my mind, trying to reassure myself with the thought that while I didn’t have his muscles, I was a bit more slender. “I wish I could say the same,” I replied.
Soon the four of us were nude, each standing by their spouse. Carol looked good as always, but Debbie was taller and with slightly bigger breasts. It seemed to me that the couple must work out together.
“Well,” said Debbie, breaking the momentary silence, are we ready for this?”
Carol licked her lips. “Let’s do it,” she breathed.
Debbie took her hand and let her to a long padded table with straps all over it and a set of stocks screwed into it at the bottom.
“It looks medieval,” I said, admiring my wife’s form as she laid down.
Jason crossed his arms. “I worked weekends on it for three months. I thought it would be just for the two of us.”
I tried to focus as Carol’s wrists were locked together just over her head and her knees strapped down. “I don’t guess there would ever be more than four of us?” I asked, trying not to become aroused too quickly.
“Let’s see how things go. I didn’t want to host an orgy as such.”
I tried to think about something else as the stocks closed around my wife’s ankles, her perfect size 8 feet beckoning to me. Debbie was getting rubber toe cuffs to screw into the stocks to more or less lock Carol’s feet into place. Carol’s eyes met mine with an excited desperation. She was restrained and vulnerable. The most beautiful woman in the world. How I wanted her.
Debbie stepped back. “The game is between the guys. Once I give the signal, you two strapping gentlemen will take up positions by this lovely woman’s feet. Use your.. um, tools,” she said with a snicker, “to tickle ‘em. The loser is the one who loses control of himself first and takes her place next Saturday.”
“Shall we start, then?” said Jason, rubbing his hands together with vigor.
“Not yet,” said Debbie, waggling a finger. “Let me get our captive warmed up first.” She straddled Carol, the maneuver alone giving me the first impulse of an erection. “Ready?” she asked mischievously.
“As r-ready as I can,” replied Carol.
Debbie wasted no time. She gently stroked Carol’s ribs, her fingernails dancing over my wife’s pale skin. “Oh, she’s already so tickly!” she teased.
Carol squealed and writhed. “Nee-hee! Debieee!” She giggled and tried to hold her breath and grit her teeth, perhaps playing a game of her own.
“Oh, she’s resisting,” said Debbie. She placed her fingers on Carol’s elbows and slowly brought them down her biceps. “They’re coming for your armpits, Carol. Closer and closer…”
Carol tried to hold it in, but before the hands even got there, she started giggling helplessly again. “Ee-heee! Neee-hee-heee!”
Debbie started scratching at my wife’s helpless underarms. “Cootchie-coo!” she said, playing her hands gently against Carol’s warm pits. Debbie moved her hands down the ribs and back up to the underarms up and down.
Carol began laughing in earnest, squirming against her bonds, eyes shut. “Naah-haa! Oh God! Ahhaa!” she cried out, her naked upper body strummed like a guitar, her head already shaking from the sensation.
I was fully erect while watching the scene, my mouth gone dry. I noticed Jason, who had tried to play it cool, was similarly entranced and aroused. I wondered who would surrender first.
“Hey boys, come on over,” said Debbie. “Start at the sound of the raspberry.”
I went to her left foot, Jason to the right. Her toes were bound by the rubber cuffs, but still trying to scrunch down. Her toenails were painted bright red, her arch supple and soft.
Debbie bent down and gave Carol’s belly a long, wet lick, then gave a raspberry, causing another squeal. It was out cue to begin.
I began working my stiff member over the sole of her naked foot, the head tailing up and down her perfect arch. I paused by her heel to wipe a bit of clear fluid from the tip, indicating my arousal. I glanced at Jason doing the same, his eyes closed, trying not to succumb to the sensation.
I made the mistake of glancing up, watching my poor wife descent into hysterics. Debbie had stretched out, her own bare feet caressing Carol’s restrained calves, her naked body pressing against my wife’s. She was serenely licking at one bare armpit while strumming her ribs with one free hand.
Carol had tears forming in her perfect eyes, her face turning pink from uncontrolled laughter. She was gorgeous.
I could feel my manhood throbbing with need, a deep pressure in my testicles building. It was overwhelming, the moment as I stroked up and down, up and down. Her creamy sole was trying to flail with the new sensations, but held fast by the cuffs. My heart was racing as I stroked, stroked. My breathing shuddered. I glanced at Jason making a fist, eyes screwed shut, trying to hold on.
Debbie kept licking, licking, stroking. I couldn’t close my eyes. I was entranced, my body aching as I watched Carol howling with ticklish sensation.
She threw her head back in screaming laughter as we tortured her on and on, her eyes streaming hot tears. “Iii-mmm ahha-goinggg t-t-to peeeheee!”
It was too much. I felt my testicles jump and a sudden shudder rack my body. Knowing it was over, I pumped hard. I gasped at the moment and I came, my hot semen squirting my wife’s bare sole, causing a scream. I pushed my member against the sticky surface, grinding as I expelled the last of the fluid, using her helpless bare foot to massage me through my orgasm, sighing with pleasure.
A brief bolt of jealousy ran through me as seconds later Jason followed suit, spilling on Carol’s bare foot, gasping with pleasure, a tear of relief was in the corner of one eye. He also pressed against her arch in similar fashion.
Debbie stopped tickling as Carol gulped air gratefully. “They…They’ve come,” she gasped. “Ben first.”
I sighed. “My turn next week, I suppose.”
Jason grabbed two towels from a corner and tossed one to me. “I’m sure we’ll all have a turn at some point,” he said, wiping himself down while I did likewise. “Are you going to get off the poor woman, Debbie?”
Rather than respond, Debbie pressed a hand to Carol’s forehead. “You okay?” she asked gently.
“Yeah,” Carol said, still breathing a little heavily.
“Good,” she replied. And Debbie began kissing her neck.
“Um, I don’t know… that is…” Carol was stammering, her eyes wide.
“Honey, you’re freaking Carol out,” said Jason, somewhere between amused and testy.
“I just wanted to make sure Carol enjoyed herself, that’s all.” Debbie began gently rubbing Carol’s nipples, eliciting a gasp.
“D-Debbie,” said Carol, “I-I…uh-ah.” My wife looked at me with pleading eyes.
I had been hypnotized by the scene for a moment, even though my erection had faded. “Honey,” I said, “If you want her to keep going, it’s okay. If not, I’ll make sure she stops right now.”
“I want you,” she said to me.
I gave Jason a significant look. He nodded. “Love, why don’t you… dismount, okay?” he asked.
Debbie did so, reluctantly. There was a glistening spot on my wife’s lower belly where Debbie had clearly been turned on. “Well, you boys enjoyed yourselves. What about us?”
“Well,” said Jason, mischievously, “hold on just a second.” He disappeared into a side room, and we all looked quietly at each other. I cleared my throat about to ask if we shouldn’t let Carol loose when he reappeared with a cup with two toothbrushes. “Some soapy water,” he said. I think Carol deserves to have those feet cleaned off, yes?”
“Oh no,” said Carol, quietly.
Debbie smiled and got back on top of Carol. Carol looked very apprehensive, but I was content to let things play out unless she said the safe word ‘Enterprise’ (Jason was something of a Trekkie).
I took the left foot again, Jason took the right. The soapy bristles bit into my wife’s pink heel and I worked the brush in small circles moving upwards against her wrinkled sole, the thin streams of water dribbling down the lines on her feet, carrying away the sticky semen. Jason was moving his brush slowly up and down Carol’s other foot, brushing here and there, almost careful to really get the surface clean.
Debbie had leaned back in the meantime. She was actually using her toes to tickle Carol’s armpits and down her ribs. Her left hand was in the meantime switching between massaging her own breast and reaching to tickle under Carol’s knee. She was using her other hand to pleasure herself.
Carol was in hysterics all over again within moments. Her face was red again, stomach heaving with laughter, fresh tears in her eyes. “Ohhh my Gahaahaad! Ieee-I c-can’t Ieee ahhaaa!”
As we scrubbed her soles, I felt a renewed erection to my surprise. The soapy water was glistening on her bare feet, the soles just starting to turn pink from the pressure of the bristles.
Debbie groaned, pushing herself closer to orgasm as Carol struggled, shouting and straining against her bondage. Her hand moved faster, toes raking my wife’s upper body. “I might … just wait… until you lose control.” she tried to tease, but was clearly straining to hold herself from going over the edge.
Carol was wailing, her neck muscles straining as she laughed out of control. I was prepared to stop this, but I wanted to see how far she’d push without the safe word.
Without warning, Jason took his towel and wiped the foot clean. Then he bent down and began giving soft licks up and down Carol’s sole.
Carol screamed and writhed. I-I.. Ahhaa! I’m looooosing ittt!”
Debbie sped up her movements even further, bringing herself over the edge. “Ah-ahh…” she said in anticipation.
I followed Jason’s lead, toweling off the foot and licking right at the middle of her sole.
“Aaah, Gaaaahhd!” she screamed.
Debbie hit her sweet spot. “Ohhhh,” she groaned, a trickle of fluid coming from her as she reached orgasm.
At that moment, Carol lost control of her bladder. She hit Debbie’s back with a stream of urine, forming a puddle underneath her.
We all stopped, gasping at the intensity of the moment. Jason stood shakily. “Debbie, why not get up so we can let Carol go?”
Debbie got off Carol, rubbing her forehead. “Sure. Ben, help me free her, okay?”
I nodded, removing the toe cuffs and the stocks. Within a moment Carol was free, but lay there on the bench. I came around next to her. “You okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “I’m not sure I could do that again anytime soon.”
“We went too far.” I frowned, worried.
“No,” she said with a tired smile. “Next week we’ll go too far.”
I sighed, but smiled back.
After we cleaned up and put some clothes on, we ate reheated leftover pizza and drank wine and talked. It turned out Carol had orgasmed even before Debbie with the intensity of the moment (and Debbie’s writhing pressure on my wife’s mound didn’t hurt). It was an exhilarating night, the first of many that summer.
There might have been even more if Carol hadn’t become pregnant later on. But that’s a different story.
And then we saw the classifieds in the Philadelphia Daily News. I remember it was just before the Stanley Cup Finals, so it was in early June that year. A married couple in their 20’s was looking for friends “with benefits.” I figured it was something sketchy, but called on a whim. A voice on the other end explained what she had in mind and my knees buckled.
The first time we met Jason and Debbie Mendrin, we went to dinner on South Street. It was a little shy and awkward at first, but we came to enjoy each others’ company. It took a while to earn trust, but within a few weeks we were comfortable enough to wander away from our downtown condo out to their lovely home in Haverford. And that’s when we started our weekly games.
We had pizza at their place that first Saturday evening in early July, though I couldn’t eat much. There was a lot of tension. When dinner was over, Jason pulled out a deck of cards and gave a good shuffle and spread them face down of the coffee table. Each of us took a turn picking up a card; first one with an ace was the loser. The game would depend if it were a man or a woman who lost, and Carol drew the ace of diamonds.
She was nervous, though excited. She looked at me with those cool, blue eyes of hers and gave a smile as we walked towards the finished basement where the game was to take place. She put her hand in mine. “Be gentle with me, Ben,” she said.
Debbie turned towards us as we descended the stairs. “Gentle? Where’s the fun in that?” She asked, putting her raven hair into a ponytail.
Jason was undressing as we reached the basement. It felt a little odd, though we’d known this was part of the deal. “I’ve been working out for the occasion,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant. He was in descent shape, though he could afford to lose a few pounds.
I undressed quickly before I could change my mind, trying to reassure myself with the thought that while I didn’t have his muscles, I was a bit more slender. “I wish I could say the same,” I replied.
Soon the four of us were nude, each standing by their spouse. Carol looked good as always, but Debbie was taller and with slightly bigger breasts. It seemed to me that the couple must work out together.
“Well,” said Debbie, breaking the momentary silence, are we ready for this?”
Carol licked her lips. “Let’s do it,” she breathed.
Debbie took her hand and let her to a long padded table with straps all over it and a set of stocks screwed into it at the bottom.
“It looks medieval,” I said, admiring my wife’s form as she laid down.
Jason crossed his arms. “I worked weekends on it for three months. I thought it would be just for the two of us.”
I tried to focus as Carol’s wrists were locked together just over her head and her knees strapped down. “I don’t guess there would ever be more than four of us?” I asked, trying not to become aroused too quickly.
“Let’s see how things go. I didn’t want to host an orgy as such.”
I tried to think about something else as the stocks closed around my wife’s ankles, her perfect size 8 feet beckoning to me. Debbie was getting rubber toe cuffs to screw into the stocks to more or less lock Carol’s feet into place. Carol’s eyes met mine with an excited desperation. She was restrained and vulnerable. The most beautiful woman in the world. How I wanted her.
Debbie stepped back. “The game is between the guys. Once I give the signal, you two strapping gentlemen will take up positions by this lovely woman’s feet. Use your.. um, tools,” she said with a snicker, “to tickle ‘em. The loser is the one who loses control of himself first and takes her place next Saturday.”
“Shall we start, then?” said Jason, rubbing his hands together with vigor.
“Not yet,” said Debbie, waggling a finger. “Let me get our captive warmed up first.” She straddled Carol, the maneuver alone giving me the first impulse of an erection. “Ready?” she asked mischievously.
“As r-ready as I can,” replied Carol.
Debbie wasted no time. She gently stroked Carol’s ribs, her fingernails dancing over my wife’s pale skin. “Oh, she’s already so tickly!” she teased.
Carol squealed and writhed. “Nee-hee! Debieee!” She giggled and tried to hold her breath and grit her teeth, perhaps playing a game of her own.
“Oh, she’s resisting,” said Debbie. She placed her fingers on Carol’s elbows and slowly brought them down her biceps. “They’re coming for your armpits, Carol. Closer and closer…”
Carol tried to hold it in, but before the hands even got there, she started giggling helplessly again. “Ee-heee! Neee-hee-heee!”
Debbie started scratching at my wife’s helpless underarms. “Cootchie-coo!” she said, playing her hands gently against Carol’s warm pits. Debbie moved her hands down the ribs and back up to the underarms up and down.
Carol began laughing in earnest, squirming against her bonds, eyes shut. “Naah-haa! Oh God! Ahhaa!” she cried out, her naked upper body strummed like a guitar, her head already shaking from the sensation.
I was fully erect while watching the scene, my mouth gone dry. I noticed Jason, who had tried to play it cool, was similarly entranced and aroused. I wondered who would surrender first.
“Hey boys, come on over,” said Debbie. “Start at the sound of the raspberry.”
I went to her left foot, Jason to the right. Her toes were bound by the rubber cuffs, but still trying to scrunch down. Her toenails were painted bright red, her arch supple and soft.
Debbie bent down and gave Carol’s belly a long, wet lick, then gave a raspberry, causing another squeal. It was out cue to begin.
I began working my stiff member over the sole of her naked foot, the head tailing up and down her perfect arch. I paused by her heel to wipe a bit of clear fluid from the tip, indicating my arousal. I glanced at Jason doing the same, his eyes closed, trying not to succumb to the sensation.
I made the mistake of glancing up, watching my poor wife descent into hysterics. Debbie had stretched out, her own bare feet caressing Carol’s restrained calves, her naked body pressing against my wife’s. She was serenely licking at one bare armpit while strumming her ribs with one free hand.
Carol had tears forming in her perfect eyes, her face turning pink from uncontrolled laughter. She was gorgeous.
I could feel my manhood throbbing with need, a deep pressure in my testicles building. It was overwhelming, the moment as I stroked up and down, up and down. Her creamy sole was trying to flail with the new sensations, but held fast by the cuffs. My heart was racing as I stroked, stroked. My breathing shuddered. I glanced at Jason making a fist, eyes screwed shut, trying to hold on.
Debbie kept licking, licking, stroking. I couldn’t close my eyes. I was entranced, my body aching as I watched Carol howling with ticklish sensation.
She threw her head back in screaming laughter as we tortured her on and on, her eyes streaming hot tears. “Iii-mmm ahha-goinggg t-t-to peeeheee!”
It was too much. I felt my testicles jump and a sudden shudder rack my body. Knowing it was over, I pumped hard. I gasped at the moment and I came, my hot semen squirting my wife’s bare sole, causing a scream. I pushed my member against the sticky surface, grinding as I expelled the last of the fluid, using her helpless bare foot to massage me through my orgasm, sighing with pleasure.
A brief bolt of jealousy ran through me as seconds later Jason followed suit, spilling on Carol’s bare foot, gasping with pleasure, a tear of relief was in the corner of one eye. He also pressed against her arch in similar fashion.
Debbie stopped tickling as Carol gulped air gratefully. “They…They’ve come,” she gasped. “Ben first.”
I sighed. “My turn next week, I suppose.”
Jason grabbed two towels from a corner and tossed one to me. “I’m sure we’ll all have a turn at some point,” he said, wiping himself down while I did likewise. “Are you going to get off the poor woman, Debbie?”
Rather than respond, Debbie pressed a hand to Carol’s forehead. “You okay?” she asked gently.
“Yeah,” Carol said, still breathing a little heavily.
“Good,” she replied. And Debbie began kissing her neck.
“Um, I don’t know… that is…” Carol was stammering, her eyes wide.
“Honey, you’re freaking Carol out,” said Jason, somewhere between amused and testy.
“I just wanted to make sure Carol enjoyed herself, that’s all.” Debbie began gently rubbing Carol’s nipples, eliciting a gasp.
“D-Debbie,” said Carol, “I-I…uh-ah.” My wife looked at me with pleading eyes.
I had been hypnotized by the scene for a moment, even though my erection had faded. “Honey,” I said, “If you want her to keep going, it’s okay. If not, I’ll make sure she stops right now.”
“I want you,” she said to me.
I gave Jason a significant look. He nodded. “Love, why don’t you… dismount, okay?” he asked.
Debbie did so, reluctantly. There was a glistening spot on my wife’s lower belly where Debbie had clearly been turned on. “Well, you boys enjoyed yourselves. What about us?”
“Well,” said Jason, mischievously, “hold on just a second.” He disappeared into a side room, and we all looked quietly at each other. I cleared my throat about to ask if we shouldn’t let Carol loose when he reappeared with a cup with two toothbrushes. “Some soapy water,” he said. I think Carol deserves to have those feet cleaned off, yes?”
“Oh no,” said Carol, quietly.
Debbie smiled and got back on top of Carol. Carol looked very apprehensive, but I was content to let things play out unless she said the safe word ‘Enterprise’ (Jason was something of a Trekkie).
I took the left foot again, Jason took the right. The soapy bristles bit into my wife’s pink heel and I worked the brush in small circles moving upwards against her wrinkled sole, the thin streams of water dribbling down the lines on her feet, carrying away the sticky semen. Jason was moving his brush slowly up and down Carol’s other foot, brushing here and there, almost careful to really get the surface clean.
Debbie had leaned back in the meantime. She was actually using her toes to tickle Carol’s armpits and down her ribs. Her left hand was in the meantime switching between massaging her own breast and reaching to tickle under Carol’s knee. She was using her other hand to pleasure herself.
Carol was in hysterics all over again within moments. Her face was red again, stomach heaving with laughter, fresh tears in her eyes. “Ohhh my Gahaahaad! Ieee-I c-can’t Ieee ahhaaa!”
As we scrubbed her soles, I felt a renewed erection to my surprise. The soapy water was glistening on her bare feet, the soles just starting to turn pink from the pressure of the bristles.
Debbie groaned, pushing herself closer to orgasm as Carol struggled, shouting and straining against her bondage. Her hand moved faster, toes raking my wife’s upper body. “I might … just wait… until you lose control.” she tried to tease, but was clearly straining to hold herself from going over the edge.
Carol was wailing, her neck muscles straining as she laughed out of control. I was prepared to stop this, but I wanted to see how far she’d push without the safe word.
Without warning, Jason took his towel and wiped the foot clean. Then he bent down and began giving soft licks up and down Carol’s sole.
Carol screamed and writhed. I-I.. Ahhaa! I’m looooosing ittt!”
Debbie sped up her movements even further, bringing herself over the edge. “Ah-ahh…” she said in anticipation.
I followed Jason’s lead, toweling off the foot and licking right at the middle of her sole.
“Aaah, Gaaaahhd!” she screamed.
Debbie hit her sweet spot. “Ohhhh,” she groaned, a trickle of fluid coming from her as she reached orgasm.
At that moment, Carol lost control of her bladder. She hit Debbie’s back with a stream of urine, forming a puddle underneath her.
We all stopped, gasping at the intensity of the moment. Jason stood shakily. “Debbie, why not get up so we can let Carol go?”
Debbie got off Carol, rubbing her forehead. “Sure. Ben, help me free her, okay?”
I nodded, removing the toe cuffs and the stocks. Within a moment Carol was free, but lay there on the bench. I came around next to her. “You okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “I’m not sure I could do that again anytime soon.”
“We went too far.” I frowned, worried.
“No,” she said with a tired smile. “Next week we’ll go too far.”
I sighed, but smiled back.
After we cleaned up and put some clothes on, we ate reheated leftover pizza and drank wine and talked. It turned out Carol had orgasmed even before Debbie with the intensity of the moment (and Debbie’s writhing pressure on my wife’s mound didn’t hurt). It was an exhilarating night, the first of many that summer.
There might have been even more if Carol hadn’t become pregnant later on. But that’s a different story.
