Chapter 9

With that, the people were on their way. Placing my hand over Mel’s pussy, I pushed two fingers inside her sopping cunt, making her gasp, and then I bent down and sucked on each nipple when I saw more people approaching, stopped what I was doing, took hold of her hand and resumed our walk up the hill.

“You’re so hot. You’ve been turned on since we arrived when I made you get naked, right?”

“Yes, I have. I’m hanging out for it, and I thought after the morning we had, you’d be fucking my brains out by now, but you’re keeping me on edge, building my expectations. I’ll explode when you get your cock inside me.”

“Did you enjoy your unexpected kiss?”

“Not really. I’m not a lesbian or bi, and being with a woman doesn’t do it for me, except for Kelly.”

We reached the top of the hill, and Mel gasped, putting her hand to her mouth, and said, “Wow, an outdoor auditorium, look at the people watching the live sex show. Oh my God, Simon, please don’t tell me we’re going to have sex with all those people watching. I’ll die of shame.”

“Let’s sit amongst them and see what happens.”

As we took our seats, and to Mel’s relief, she wasn’t the only woman naked. There were several others, plus a few men.

The stage area had many restraining devices, plus benches to do what you like to your sub. It was an orgy out there. Three men were making a woman airtight. A dominatrix had her sub tied to a frame, whipping him, and couples were fucking. It didn’t matter where you looked; you could watch every conceivable sex act performed.

Placing my hand on Mel’s knee, she automatically spread her legs as I moved my hand up and rubbed her pussy, her mouth open, drooling as she watched the spectacle. Her twat was sopping, and I could easily slip two fingers inside her, fingering her until she moaned and rubbed her clit. She was close to orgasm, taking her hand, denying her climax, and keeping her on edge, I said, “Come on, it’s time to join the show.”

She didn’t say a thing and obediently followed me, walking up onto the stage. I knew the appliance I wanted to use. “Stand in between these poles and spread your legs.” She did, and I attached the cuffs and chain supplied to keep her legs open.

“Arms up.” Using a small ladder. I spread her arms and secured her wrists to the frame.

Mel didn’t know I had been here before we met, so I knew what was available. The park had storage boxes with various implements you could use on your sub and the all-important lube.

Selecting my two items, plus a tube of lube, I returned to my beautiful wife, who looked stunning wearing her stay-ups and heels, spread high and wide, waiting for me to pleasure her.

Before I started, I said, “You look so fucking sexy, you’ll have the guys in the audience jerking off or having their wives, girlfriends, or subs blow them.” Then I kissed her passionately while squeezing her tits and twisting her nipples until she moaned.

My first implement of pleasure was a light flogger, and I started with her front, flogging her tits, her shoulders, then her belly as I moved down her body, then to her thighs. Working my way back up and increasing the strength of my blows, she twisted and moaned as I turned the front of her body to a dark shade of pink.

Giving her a break from the flogging, I put my hand between her legs and fingered her sopping cunt, effortlessly getting three fingers inside her and finger fucking her for a while.

She gyrated her hips back and forth until she thrust them forward, held the pose and screeched as her orgasm surged through her body; putting my arm around her waist, holding her in that position as I turned my fingers towards me and rubbed her G-spot until she moaned and squirted, leaving her gasping.

After her climax had subsided, I returned to flogging her across her upper back and then beat her arse cheeks until I saw the tails leave a red welt across her butt. Once again. Making her moan and struggle against her restraints until she looked as red as a cooked lobster.

I kissed her again, and her tongue was like a snake, quickly licking my lips before exploring my mouth. She was on fire, and pushing her hips forward against my groin, I asked needlessly, “Are you having a good time?”

“What the fuck do you think? I love it. The humiliation, the embarrassment, and now I want to become an exhibitionist. Fuck me, and give the audience what they crave, what I crave. Oh, this is the best, wildest sex we’ve had. You’ve blown me away.”

Pulling back, I picked up the riding crop and said, “Mel, I’ve never used one of these before. If I hit you too hard or you’re too sensitive, call out red, remember?”

“Yes, sir. Hit me. Hurt me, release my endorphins and put me into orbit.”

Starting with her tits, I tapped them gently to get used to handling a crop, and as my confidence built, I increased the strength of my blows as she let out soft, appreciative moans.

Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back. It looked like she was orgasming. I slapped the crop against her pussy, and she screamed, “Owww, owww, that hurt.”

I hit her again, aiming lower, and got her pussy lips, then slapped her again. She pulled against her restraints as she wailed, but she hadn’t called red, so I did it again, “Owww, fuck.”

She was being stubborn, toughing it out. I cropped her clit, and she exploded like a stick of dynamite, thrashing around screaming. “Red,” she wailed as one of the park attendants was heading our way to ensure things were not getting out of hand.