Chapter 54

Jeff and Rachel’s visit to Belgium (part 2).

We had barely settled down at Grace’s when the doorbell rang, announcing Claire’s arrival. We had already decided to see if we could immediately challenge her and make her step out of her comfort zone. I was in charge of opening the door for her while the others remained in the living area.

“Welcome Claire, no problem finding the place?”

“No, it was easy.”

“OK, the first rule of the house, you need to get naked.”

“Wow, that’s challenging.”

“Do you have a problem with it?”

“No, no, I don’t mind, I’ve been to swingers’ parties before, as I mentioned, but this is the first time I’ve needed to shed all of my clothes upon entering. But why aren’t you naked then?”

“We need to be careful, if I were naked opening the door and it was someone we didn’t expect that would look very odd now wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, you’re right,” after which she started by taking her coat off, which I accepted and hung it on the coat hanger in the hall. She still wore her hostess’s clothes, a white blouse, with the top three buttons still undone like in the restaurant, allowing me to have another good look at her cleavage. The outfit was completed with a black mid-calf skirt, black sheer stockings, or pantyhose, I still needed to discover which, and black pumps with medium heels.

“You want me to do it here then?”

“Yes if you don’t mind, I’ll put your clothes on hangers in the closet, so they don’t get wrinkled and you can find them easily when you go home.”

“OK,” she replied with a bit of a nervous giggle and continued by undoing the remaining buttons of her blouse. When they were undone, a nice white lace bra was revealed. It was clearly struggling a bit to restrain her big, my guess D-cup, boobs. After I took her blouse to put it on the hanger I was already holding in my hands, she hesitated on how to proceed. First the bra or first the skirt. She decided on the skirt, maybe to keep me in suspense, or was she just a bit shy undressing in front of an almost complete stranger? She had only met me once before when I visited the restaurant with her sister.

Her hands moved to the back of her skirt unzipping it and letting it drop to the floor, after which she stepped out of it and handed it to me. It was extremely difficult for me not to stare. She looked terrific in her underwear, the bra, with the coordinated white panties, and to top it off, a white suspender belt holding up her sheer black nylons. What was revealed from her body so far proved that she took very good care to keep looking tops. Despite her fairly large bosom the rest of her body was svelte. I knew she’d never had children - that could explain it, but then again only partially. My treacherous organ reared its head in my pants.

“Something is happy to see me getting undressed,” Claire said pointing at my crotch.

“I’m so sorry dear but that is a part of my body I have no control over.”

“Don’t you worry, it proves I can still entice a man.”

I wondered how she was going to react when I brought her into the living room and she saw she was the only one naked. But for now, she continued the unveiling, making it even more difficult for me. My eyes were glued to her chest when I saw her hands go to her back to unhook her bra, and her boobs almost popped out when it became loose and she removed it. She looked at me holding it out for me to take it. Oh my God, this woman had gorgeous breasts, definitely a D-cup. Her nipples planted in the middle of large light brown areolae were big and delightfully hard, pointing straight at me. She held them up but there was no real need to because of their firmness.

After I’d accepted her bra, which felt nice and warm on my hands, I saw hers move to the elastic of her panties, grab them, and begin to pull them down. I wished that had been in slow-motion, revealing her pubic area quarter inch by quarter inch instead of almost immediately. I just love it when a pubic area becomes visible just a little bit at a time. There was just a small patch of pubic hair above her slit telling me she was indeed a natural brunette. When she started to undo the stockings from the garter belt, I stopped her.

“There is no need for that Claire, you’re most enticing parts are already on display, and by just wearing the stockings and nothing else, you are extremely sexy.”

“You think so? It’s not too much then?”

“Believe me you are going to blow them away, just the way you are. Can I however ask you to wear a blindfold?”

“You want me to walk in there on full display but unable to see what awaits me?”

“Yes, I do, why are you afraid?”

“Not really afraid but a bit nervous yes.”

“Don’t be, you’ll steal the show, believe me.”

“OK, I’ll take your word for it.”

“One more thing, have you ever done anything kinky?”

“What do you mean by kinky?”

“Have you ever dabbled in BDSM?”

“Why?”

“Well your sister hadn’t before I took her to the club, so I wondered if you’re the same?”

“Not entirely, I’ve visited a few fetish establishments, like the one in downtown Antwerp.”

“Just visit or did you participate in some play?”

“I did participate a little, just to understand what it was all about.”

“Oh, my God,” I thought, “this is like pulling teeth”, but I continued doggedly.

“And did you like it?”

“It wasn’t bad. I got a few very nice orgasms being stimulated and disciplined at the same time.”

“Would you like to sample more?”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Good, so can I restrain you?”

“You mean tie me up?”

“Yes.”

“OK but not too much, I prefer to be able to move, but I don’t mind handcuffs or things like that.”

“OK, can you put your hands behind your head then for me please?”

She immediately complied, so I could tie her lower arms together thus displaying her glorious D cups to the full. While I was at it, I also put a rope above and below her ample bosom. I didn’t tie her boobs themselves as I knew that Jeff just loves to do that and I didn’t want to deprive him of the pleasure. To finalize Claire’s preparation, I put the blindfold on, grabbed one arm, opened the door, and walked her into the living room. The first thing I noticed was Jeff sucking Nancy’s boobs, sampling her mother’s milk, which he had been raving about all evening, looking forward to it. They all stopped chattering immediately, it was dead silent, but then they startled Claire by bursting out into applause.

I whispered in her ear, “You made quite an impression.”

“Welcome to my home,” Grace said getting up, “I have someone here who wants very much to welcome you in our midst”. Jeff had risen from the easy chair he was sitting in, moved toward Claire, and kissed her full on the mouth while holding her bound arms and pressing his clad chest against her naked boobs. Claire responded, tentatively licking Jeff’s lips, upon which he opened his mouth and went total French on her. More applause from the crowd. The next thing Claire felt was a pair of big, naked, and slightly wet boobs pressed against her back, Nancy’s of course.

When Jeff stopped his kissing and moved away, Nancy brought her hands in front of Claire’s body and cupped her boobs.

“Nice, as big as mine for the moment. By the way, I’m Nancy, Grace’s daughter,” she whispered in her ear.

“Hello Nancy,” Claire replied, “nice to make your acquaintance,” not really knowing what else to say.

“Shall we keep this cute little slave in suspense or take her blindfold away to allow her to greet you properly?” I asked.

“Take it away,” they said almost in unison, after which I whipped the blindfold from before her eyes. She blinked a bit with the light all of a sudden hitting her eyes, but then saw that in fact, she was the only one completely in the nude. She started to protest unable to even cover herself with her hands and arms.

“Don’t you worry my dear we’ll all be nude in the next few minutes, but take what happened to you as a sort of hazing ritual.”

Nancy was already topless and Rachel quickly followed suit, taking off her very sexy red dress at the same time and revealing her completely nude body as she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. Claire looked at her and stuttered, “did you come commando to the restaurant as well?”

“Yes, didn’t you notice?”

“No, I didn’t notice that, what I did notice was that you were playing with Lew and he was playing with you under the table.”

“Oh my God, and we thought we were being so discreet and nobody saw.”

“Don’t worry nobody else did, but I have a radar for these things; after a number of years working in the restaurant you start to pay attention to things, and believe me you were not the first ones to do something like that.”

“Does it happen often?”

“More than you can imagine.”

By that time everybody had shed their clothes, even I. Claire seemed to be impressed by Jeff’s 8-inch cock which like mine was already in an advanced state of hardness. And as I expected, and sort of prepared it for him, he approached her holding some thinner rope in his hand to bind Claire’s boobs. She looked at him suspiciously when he began to wind the rope around her right tit, really thrusting it out.

By the time he started on the left one, the first one was already turning visibly redder, despite that Claire’s skin was still a bit tanned from the previous summer’s sun. That was another thing I had noticed when she was undressing, she had no tan lines whatsoever, which made me wonder what other little surprises she might be hiding. With both of her tits now nicely bound, slowly turning from light to darker red, and probably ending with a purplish sheen, she looked amazing.

Claire’s nipples, which, due to the binding, had now become rather sensitive, just begged to be adorned with some sort of jewelry. Knowing Jeff, Grace had anticipated that one of the women would end up with her tits bound and conjured up a box of brand-new wooden clothes pins. Jeff was only too eager to clip them onto Claire’s hard long and highly sensitive nubbins. She gave a little yelp when he did and a second one when he pulled her nipps down by holding onto the pins. It didn’t stop there, Grace had foreseen an ample supply of these pins and both Jeff and myself got busy putting them all over her from the sides of her tits all the way to her hips. With another tortuous move in mind, we put one of Jeff’s thin cords under each pin so that later we could rip them off of her body in one go.

Our girls also wanted to participate in torturing Claire and had gotten their hands on some of Grace’s toys, the most obvious one was of course a Magic Wand. But first Claire was made to open her legs and her pussy was thoroughly examined by Rachel. As I had noticed before, she was shaven with a small triangular patch of brown pubic hair just above her slit. Aside from the color, size-wise, it looked pretty much like Rachel’s little carpet. Claire’s inner lips extended a bit beyond the outer ones but not so much as to draw full attention, they just made themselves noticeable.

Once Rache had finished playing with Claire’s pussy lips, I guess to feel if she was already wet, she pressed the wand to that very sensitive little nubbin of hers between her legs while also inserting a finger into her love channel. Doing this cleverly brought the vibrations not only to the outside but also through her finger into Claire’s body. She began to moan, alternating with an occasional yelp when we added another clothespin to her body. Grace and Nancy just stood by, not only enjoying the show but also busy playing with their own pussies - clearly also very aroused.

When we had finished decorating her flesh with clothes pins, Jeff got busy with Claire’s bottom, giving her a nice spanking. Grace and Nancy who saw that I had become available for some horseplay dropped to their knees in front of me and began to lick and suck on my, in the meantime, very hard, cock. As far as I could remember I never had had the pleasure of both mother and daughter worshiping my member. I felt in seventh heaven when their pursed lips slid over the side and then the head was gobbled up in one or the other’s mouth. But I wanted in on the oral fun so I suggested we move to a more comfortable spot to do just that.

Grace moved me on my back on the big sofa and straddled me clearly wanting my cock in her pussy. Nancy had to content herself with sitting on my face and being licked and sucked. From the noises she quickly started to make, she didn’t feel left out at all, especially when I began to apply my special oral skills to her already moist snatch. Grace being a woman of foresight had taken into account that her sofa and easy chairs could get stained with the freely flowing bodily fluids and had placed easily washable covers over all of them. With Nancy getting so aroused that she very quickly began to flow like a fountain and me not being able to cope with all these fluids, they began to escape my mouth and dripped over my chin and cheeks onto the sofa.

Both mother and daughter were moaning and sighing, competing in sound with Claire who was now being manhandled American style by Rachel and Jeff. I couldn’t see a thing with Nancy’s cunt parked on my face, but I could still hear all of it. I hoped that the noise jointly produced by the three women would not wake up baby Amelia. Fortunately, it didn’t, she slept through it all. Nancy was the first to reach her peak, shoving her cunt hard in my face and squirting all over the place shouting at the top of her voice.

“I’m cumming, Oh God this feels soooooo gooooood, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!!”

When she was done shaking and shivering, she moved off my face, allowing me to breathe properly again and see what was going on around me. I would definitely need a shower and wash my hair, as I was completely covered in girl juice.

Grace followed not too far behind her daughter and came, squeezing and massaging my cock with her pussy muscles and dousing my abdomen with her juices but not shouting so loud. She restricted herself to loud moaning, breathing as fast as a steam engine while a series of the sweetest whimpers escaped from her lips. As I was sure my performance was not yet over, I held my end up by not cumming.

I heard Claire scream as I saw Rachel push the wand hard against her clit while Jeff pulled one of the cords under the clothespins ripping them off of her body, the other side following quickly with the same vocal result. When he pulled the pins off her nipples she stopped breathing and went completely rigid. When he put his mouth to her tortured nipps and gently sucked on them, facilitating the return of the blood flow she moaned and then sighed in pleasure. Her face was frozen in ecstasy. Once she was breathing again and relaxed a little, he began to remove all the other ropes from her body.

I took care of Rachel, something I started in the restaurant but absolutely wanted to finish here and now. I pushed her ass onto the sofa and opened her legs as wide as I could, holding my hands under the inside of her knees so instead of using my fingers which were occupied elsewhere, I went to town on her pussy with my mouth and tongue. She held my head with both hands urging me to make her come, which in the end was not so difficult. She was so aroused that when I slid a finger into her ass while sucking hard on her clit, I felt her hot body tense up as she orgasmed. I got another spray of girl juices all over my face and head. I must look a mess. Unfortunately, the count stood now at 2 to 0, I had made 2 women cum and I was still walking around with a fairly hard cock and loads of sperm begging me to be allowed out.

At that point, we were all brought back to reality when baby Amelia began crying. Nancy jumped up to attend to her little treasure, joined by grandmother Grace. While going to the baby room Grace said they wouldn’t return but would hit the sack when they had taken care of Amelia. So there we were, both Jeff and myself with semi-hard cocks and two women ready willing, and able to be fucked. We looked at each other and without discussing or agreeing on anything we decided that we wanted both on all fours right next to each other. We pointed our cocks to their mouths, which they opened almost in unison and took us inside.

It didn’t take very long for both of us to get to full mast again and then, almost like in a ballet, we turned them facing each other and moved behind them. Jeff behind Claire and me behind Rachel. We continued the ballet by each grabbing their hips and pointing our cocks at their pussies from behind. As both girls were still very aroused and generously lubricated from their previous orgasms, sliding our dicks into their pussies was totally effortless. The girls looked at each other and immediately began Frenching while they were being pounded by two extremely hard cocks.

The ooohs, aaaahs and moans were numerous, though we did try to keep it low-key, respecting the wish of our hosts to get some shut-eye. Most of the noise was produced by our dicks sliding in and out of the well-lubricated pussies. Our hands moved coordinatedly towards the breasts of the girls we were pounding, squeezing them, stimulating their enticing hard nipples with our thumbs and index fingers. With all the stimulation we had had during the evening neither of us lasted very long. But being perfect gentlemen, our unspoken joint goal and the ultimate target was to make the girls orgasm before we did. We could both feel the girls going into an ever-heightening spiral of arousal. I felt the flutters in Rache’s pussy turn into ever-increasing squeezes. Judging from Jeff’s face he must be feeling the same thing happening to his cock.

All of a sudden I felt the length of her sheath convulse around me as Rachel crested and her orgasm crashed over her. That was my cue to release my hot steamy load, filling her convulsing pussy with my gooey gunk. As I did, my brain released its chemical reward bringing me also to an euphoric state before collapsing on her back. Next Claire went into subspace experiencing a body-shuddering orgasm of her own and taking Jeff with her over the brink, pushing out his creamy white fluid deep into her belly, while arching his back.

We looked at each other over the women’s backs and I said to him, “it’s good to give a woman an orgasm she appreciates so much isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Jeff replied totally sated now after the hours of stimulation we had both experienced all through the evening.

“I don’t know about you buddy, but I think I am ready to follow Grace and Nancy into dreamland.”

“Yeah me too,” whispered both women beneath us.

We all got up again and Rachel and Jeff gave us hugs and thanked Claire for a wonderful evening, telling her they were looking forward to welcoming her to their estate sometime during the summer, walking to their bedroom, leaving me and Claire on our own. I grabbed my clothes and joined Claire in the hall where her clothes were waiting for her neatly on the hanger, but before we got dressed she hugged me again, pressing her big boobs one last time against my chest with her arms around my back, before hiding them again from view as she got dressed.

We quietly closed the front door behind us. After one last kiss, I told her that I hoped to see her and her sister again soon, to which she told me she was already looking forward to it. We then went to our cars and drove home. No need to say I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Luckily I could sleep late as I only needed to get back to Grace at 2 pm for a visit to the apartments in the house she had bought in the Cogels-Osylei in Berchem, one of the districts of Antwerp.

When I arrived at Grace’s place at 2 pm they were already waiting for me to get started. Jeff and Rachel were extremely curious to see this place Grace had been raving about. Nancy stayed home again with the baby, she would take the Americans to dinner tonight, while Grace would babysit and have a restful evening, well that’s what she hoped for, but a lot would depend on how Amelia behaved, of course, sometimes she could be a handful. So we piled into Grace’s car to go to the nearest tram stop. When going downtown with a car it’s always a big hassle to find a parking space, and Tram 11 went down the street we wanted to visit anyway so it was the obvious choice.

When we got off the tram we walked to the place Grace had bought. The outside of the building already impressed the Americans, it was something that was not very common to see in the States a whole street with all Art Deco houses. I saw Grace breathe a sigh of relief. The first hurdle was taken, now the inside. I can’t deny I was very curious as well as I had not seen the place, it was a well-guarded secret. She must have bought it months ago as, according to her explanation, some extensive changes had already been made to the inside. Turning such a building into two luxury apartments can’t have been easy. As far as I remember the rooms in these types of houses sometimes had 14 to 15ft high ceilings.

The front door itself was 8 feet high. When we arrived in the entry hall, there was a small staircase of 8 steps leading to the ground floor apartment, probably because there was a semi-underground service/kitchen area, also very common in buildings of that period. It brought the British series Upstairs, Downstairs to mind. Grace told us we would visit the former kitchen area later. She wanted Jeff and Rache’s input on how to utilize that space best, with a clear hint to the red rooms in their villas. On the side was an elevator door that could take us to the first floor.

Jeff said he was always confused with floor indications in Europe.

“What we call the first floor, you call the ground floor, and in this building, it’s even more confusing as there is also a floor halfway under the ground.”

“Yes, it probably is but for clarity’s sake, we are now at the door of what we call the ground floor which would be the first floor for you guys, the elevator or lift takes you to the first floor which in your case would be the second floor. The semi-underground kitchen for us is the cellar. OK let’s now go see the ground-floor apartment.” Grace clarified.

When we entered the ground floor living area, the first thing that drew our attention was a big window in the back giving a spectacular view of the small private garden. The room was not that big, but very cozy and very nicely furnished with a round table seating 4, and easy chairs grouped around an impressive stove covered in tiles.

Grace told us the stove was original but not used anymore for its original function as a wood or coal-burning unit, but was connected to the central heating system giving the same impression of heat but far safer, more economical, and much easier to maintain. In the corner of the room, next to the window were some tiled steps going down.

“What’s this for?” Rachel wanted to know, pointing to the steps and the door in the back corner of the living room.

“That my dear leads to the cellar where the staff used to work. There’s a big kitchen, a scullery, a pantry, a normal storeroom, a cold storeroom, the boiler room, and at the end the door to the garden, which in the good old days was also tended by the staff. We could turn the former cold storage room which is located right at the bottom of these steps into a red room.”

“Wow ingenious, can we take a look?”

“Of course, for now, there is nothing installed yet but when properly furnished it could be a great playroom, with one restriction, and that is the height; it would not allow anyone to be suspended vertically. But let’s first take a look at the rest of the apartment.”

On one side of the living room, a door hid a small hallway with, on each side a door, left and right leading to two spacious bedrooms and at the bottom a third door to the shared bathroom. The bathroom contained a bath, one of these old-fashioned-looking ones on little metal lion’s feet. A double washbasin with cupboards with mirrors above, a toilet and bidet, and to top it off a huge walk-in shower with different spray heads all around, big enough for fun and games for up to 4 people.

“I must say, the interior is as impressive as the exterior, when you see the outside you would never expect it to be so modern on the inside, well done Grace.”

I heard Grace breathe another sigh of relief.

“OK let’s go to the first floor, mind you it’s still under construction. It is not identical to the ground floor though, there is, of course, the living space, and two bedrooms, but I’m not sure if I should go for a full-size common bathroom or two smaller separate ones, without a bath and smaller-sized showers. Both apartments can hold two couples but I’d love to hear your opinion on what to do with the bathroom or rooms on the top floor.”

“Maybe you should go for two smaller ones, this apartment doesn’t have a space for a red room either, so it might be better suited for more standard tourists who don’t like or are not familiar with the BDSM lifestyle.”

“Yes, well swinging is always possible, you don’t need a special space for that.”

“How right you are Grace.”

“So let’s take a look at the rest of the semi-underground area, again a word of warning, nothing’s been renovated or changed there yet.”

Going back down the stairs to the front door as you came in, there were some steps on the right going down to a small door that took us to the huge semi-underground area. The difference with the upstairs rooms was huge as they had noticed before when visiting the potential red room space. Here the ceilings were barely 7ft high; it felt like it was falling on your head. The space however was enormous, we kept on walking through different rooms, as Grace had mentioned before.

“Wow, this is indeed a very big space, I can imagine you could live here,” Rachel replied.

“As I said; I would like to rebuild this space as an area for the live-in housekeeper to take care of cleaning, washing, making the beds, etc. even if need be, provide breakfast or other meals. Food could be transported upstairs with the small service lift and served from there.”

“Absolutely, we provide that meal service in our compound too and if we send our customers over, then that’s what they’ll expect here as well.”

“Yes, and the room foreseen for the ‘dungeon’ doesn’t take away too much space and it would be completely closed off from these housekeepers’ living quarters. With the proper insulation, they won’t even hear the loudest cries from potential subs being played with or being chastised.”

“For the upper floor, well, practitioners of the lifestyle, can always play in the apartment itself, but I don’t see us installing a St. Andrew’s cross or a spanking bench in the bedroom or living room of that part of the house.”

“No that would make it very difficult to be able to rent it to non-practitioners.”

“Excellent, so how about some pictures? We just happen to have our specialist photographer with us to take these for you.”

“Oh is that the only reason Lew came along?”

“Yes indeed,” Grace replied not catching the irony. Rachel chuckled, especially after seeing Grace’s face full of questions.

“Let’s go back upstairs then: we can take work photos of the themed room once it’s fully equipped. Lew can always find a model to pose in it, can’t you Lew?”

“I do have my favorites for such assignments, provided you’ll pay for their services.”

Back upstairs in the ground floor apartment, I took dozens of photos with and without our friends in them. In the bedroom, Rachel wanted to pose in her underwear, going to full nudity in the bathroom of course. To get the best pictures in the shower I had to step in myself and of course, Rache couldn’t keep herself from spraying me with the water, and to avoid getting my clothes completely soaked I had to undress and join her in the nude. And believe it or not, one thing led to another. Before I realized it we were kissing and feeling each other up. When I looked around Jeff and Grace had disappeared leaving us to do some serious playing.

Rache had her arms around my neck while we were Frenching and she began pushing my head down towards her boobs. Who am I to not want to suck on those gorgeous globes so graciously offered to me? So while sucking on one I played with one of my hands with the other, drawing some tentative moans from her lips. My other hand ventured further down her sexy body towards her central playground. When I reached for her bush, I didn’t find any hair. I looked up at her questioningly. She immediately understood.

“I shaved it this morning, Jeff told me he loved Grace’s and Nancy’s completely shaved pussies so much, I couldn’t resist giving him what he wants, if only until we go back home. Besides, it will save me some money and time not having it dyed anymore.”

All I could respond was “Mmmmmmhmmmm,” as I had already gone down on her and was happily licking and sucking her clean-shaven mound and pussy. She held my head with her hands pushing it against her mons. I sought out her little nubbin and started concentrating my licking and sucking efforts on her pleasure point. One of my fingers found its way into her vagina and was quickly joined by a second one where both of them, as if on automatic pilot, began to make the come hither motion on her G-spot. That resulted in some serious moaning and an increased intake of breath. My other hand rested on her firm ass, squeezing it while alternating with putting some finger pressure on her rosebud, playing around but not entering, just stimulating the sensitive nerves around her sphincter.