Chapter 2: Erica and Harry Arrive

Later that evening, there was a quiet knock on the door. Erica and Harry stood there. Even though it’s still warm, they both have long coats that cover them from chin to ankle. I smile to myself.

“A little self-conscious, are we people?”

Erica giggled and blushed. Harry dipped his head.

“Come inside”, I say.

Stepping to one side, I ushered them in. They followed me through the house as I led them to the ‘playroom’. As we stepped inside, they both gasped and stumbled to a stop at the doorway.

“My God”, Erica said. “I...”

Harry stood still and gaped.

Anna was standing in the middle of the room wearing only 4-in. stilettos and her collar. She was holding a tray of drinks, and her eyes were cast down. Mistress Vicky (MsV), home from work, was standing a little to Anna’s side facing the doorway.

My wife is a gorgeous creature. 5-ft. 7-in. tall, with long auburn hair cascading across her shoulders, flashing green eyes, and a pale complexion. Even in her mid-forties, her breasts stand high and firm, her legs long and toned. Her waist is still tiny, but she has that nice fullness of shape that reminds you that she is all woman.

I gently pushed our two guests inside and closed the door. Harry didn’t know where to look. He gaped at Anna’s breasts, then snatched his eyes away. This caused him to catch Mistress Vicky’s gaze. He immediately looked down and flushed bright red.

MsV laughed delightedly. She stepped toward him and cupped his chin in her hand. She lifted his head up, but he refused to meet her gaze. His blush, if anything, deepened.

Erica is mesmerized. She stood stock still and stared at Anna. Then her eyes slowly turned to me. Her tongue involuntarily wet her lips. I smile quietly at her. Her eyes left mine and moved across to watch Mistress Vicky with her husband.

Slowly, tentatively she almost tiptoed across to where they stood. Then, unsure of herself, Erica slowly dropped to her knees in front of Mistress Vicky. Her eyes lowered, and she quietly said, “We have come as instructed, Mistress. I hope you find us worthy.”

Harry emitted an almost strangled gasp. He can’t quite believe what he saw and heard.

Mistress Vicky taps his lips with her forefinger. “Hush now”, she said. Harry winced but said nothing. “Stand up, girl,” MsV said. “Let me have a look at you.”

Erica jumped to her feet and stood in front of Mistress Vicky. She was like a penitent schoolchild in front of the headmaster, clasping at and wringing her fingers, her feet fidgeting. Her eyes were lowered, but she was trying to sneak a glance up through her lashes to see what would happen.

Mistress Vicky reached forward and undid the clasp at the front of Erica’s overcoat. The coat dropped to the ground. Erica was naked underneath. She flushed bright red again.

“I wasn’t sure what I should wear, Ma’am,” she murmured. “So I thought nothing would be best.”

MsV laughs languidly. “You did well, girl”, she said.

All this time, MsV has kept one hand cupping Harry’s chin. He was starting to emit strangled groans. Obviously, he had no idea that his pure, almost virginal wife could do these things. Again, Mistress Vicky tapped his lips, hushing him. Then MsV looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

I nodded and addressed Erica, “Inspection pose, miss. Let me see if you have followed instructions.”

Her mouth formed an ‘o’. Then, embarrassed, she said, “I’m not sure how.”

I looked at Anna. “Put that tray down and show this girl,” I said.

Anna lowered the tray to the floor and immediately dropped to a classic inspection pose. She was on hands and knees, knees spread apart. One hand reached back between her legs and spread her vulva lips. Her forehead was on the carpet and her eyes closed.

Erica gulped, and she moved but hesitated. Her eyes slowly met mine, and I raised an eyebrow. Erica blushed and very slowly lowered herself to the floor.

Harry snatched his head from Mistress Vicky’s hand. “Erica,” he almost shouted. “What are you doing?”

“As he instructed,” she replied.

“Get up off the floor or...”

“Or what?” Erica retorted. “Do you want me to e-mail those photos to your office?”

“I...” Harry managed to squeak out.

“I didn’t think so. Now hush whilst I do as Sir says.”

Harry’s jaw dropped wide open. Then, unbelievingly, he stared as Erica copied Anna’s pose.

“Now you,” Mistress Vicky said to him.

“What?” He replied.

“Join the girls in that pose,” Mistress Vicky instructed him.

His mouth fell even further open. He stared disbelievingly at MsV.

“No way,” he managed to get out.

MsV stepped in closer. She was taller than him. She folded her arms across her chest, causing her breasts to swell and jut out. She was wearing a long black leather skirt with a split up the side. Her long shapely calves and thighs move tantalizingly into view as she moves. MsV wore a white shirt buttoned to the neck and a string tie. She looked both gorgeous and severe.

Harry can’t meet her gaze. Slowly the fight leaked out of him. He took a small step towards the girls. MsV has him, and I smiled to myself. Harry began to lower himself.

“Stop,” Mistress Vicky said. “Drop the coat.”

His eyes slowly swung around to meet hers.

“No”, he mouthed.

“Now”, Mistress Vicky snapped.

Tears slowly squeezed from his eyes, but his hands almost involuntarily went to the buttons. As tears drip slowly from his eyes, he undoes the coat’s buttons. Holding the coat closed, he finally reached the last button. For a moment, he held the coat around him with his eyes appealing to Mistress Vicky.

But all Ms V did was tap her fingers on her crossed arms. Then, with a deep sigh, Harry flung the coat back and stood there.

He is dressed in stockings and suspenders. A frilly pair of lace knickers were all the modesty Erica had allowed him. Unfortunately for Harry, despite all his protestations, his dick has betrayed him. He has a raging hard-on with pre-cum dotting the front of his knickers. Even hard, his cock is barely 4-in., but it is straining to try and grow more.

With a sob of reluctant acceptance, he lowered himself to the floor beside the girls.

With her usual attention to detail, I already know Anna will pass inspection. So I only run a hand quickly over her and pat her on the bum.

“Go take one of the stools at the bar,” I tell her.

I move slowly sideways to Erica. I knelt down behind her as if I was about to mount her. Feeling me there, her eyes flew open. I lightly spanked her bottom.

“Eyes closed, miss”, I said.

Her eyes flickered nervously, but they closed as instructed. So, starting up near her neck, I ran my fingers down her spine. She jumped at my touch but managed to hold the pose. Then, running my hands up and down her back, I allowed her to become accustomed to my touch.

As I felt her starting to relax, I began my inspection. Running my fingers under her armpits, I stroked, looking for hair. Next, I slowly dragged my fingers along the edges of her breast mounds. Letting my nails trace the contour of her globes.

The heat coming off her body was incredible. She was obviously highly turned on, though she tried hard to hide it. I reached further around and lightly brushed her nipples. Erica moaned softly as her nipples went instantly hard against my fingers.

Harry had his eyes clenched tightly closed, and I could see he was trying very hard to not think about what I was doing to his wife.

I took Erica’s nipples between my first two fingers and my thumb. Squeezing, I gave them a gentle twist and a tug. Erica moaned more audibly this time.

Harry’s head turned towards us, but his eyes remained firmly closed. I smiled to myself again. I ran my fingers across Erica’s rib cage and down to her hips. I gripped her hips for a moment, then stroked her ass cheeks. Next, I rubbed the outside of her thighs and down the backs of her calves.

Then, sliding my hands to the inside, I started to stroke back upwards. Erica’s breath came in shorter, faster gasps. Brushing past her knees, I slowly stroked the inside of her thighs, moving higher and higher. As my hands caressed closer to her pussy Erica started to moan.

A strangled gasp escaped Harry. Knowing he had almost reached the end of his endurance, I looked at MsV. She smiled, knowing what I wanted. She knelt behind Harry, assuming the same position I was with Erica. Harry froze immediately still, wondering what was going to happen.

“Now, little one, let’s not let them have all the fun, She said. Let’s see what we have here.”

She looked at me and said. “Hairy, still, isn’t he?”

“I didn’t think he would handle a no-hair edict this early”, I replied.

“Fair enough”, she said.

Leaning forward so that her breasts rubbed against his back, she traced the same routes across his back, chest and ribcage as I had on Erica. Harry’s cock, which had started to flag at the thoughts of what I was doing to his wife, sprung back to full erection.

As MsV’s hands reached Harry’s hips, she took hold of his knickers, the last remnants of his dignity, and began pulling them down. Then, with an almost girlish squeal, Harry jumped forward.

MsV smacked him across the backside, “Up or leave”, she demanded.

“What about Erica?” Harry asked.

MsV smiled evilly. “I like her. I think we might keep her.”

Reluctantly Harry raised himself back to the pose position.

MsV glanced at me and gave me a knowing smile. She pulled his panties down to his mid-thigh. Then she reached underneath and grabbed his cock. Instantly hard again, an involuntary groan escaped Harry. Next, holding Harry’s dick firmly below the head, MsV began stroking his cock. It was Harry’s turn to moan.

MsV wet her forefinger with her tongue and slowly rimmed Harry. He twitched at first but quickly came to enjoy the sensation. Then, working more and more saliva onto Harry’s little rosebud, MsV slowly inserted her finger whilst maintaining the firm tugging on his cock.

Unused to this type of stimulation, Harry clenched down, trying to keep the invading finger at bay, but again his body betrayed him. Pre-cum flowed from the end of his cock, dripping onto the floor.

MsV’s finger slipped further into Harry’s ass at each stroke of his cock until she was buried up to the last knuckle. Harry’s breath came in short ragged gasps, and I could tell he was about to come. But, at the last possible moment, MsV pulled her finger out and let go of his dick. A moan of frustration, this time, escaped his lips.

Whilst MsV was administering to Harry, I’d been sensuously stroking Erica. The back of my hand traced patterns across her flesh as my fingers stroked across her. I caressed around the globes of her breasts and nipples, down her rib cage, across the curve of her buttocks, and up the inside of her thighs. Then, I slowly worked my hand closer and closer to Erica’s pussy.

As MsV’s finger penetrated her husband, the smell of Erica’s arousal grew strong in the air. The sound of Harry’s evident excitement allowed Erica to relax and revel in her own sensations.

As Harry’s arousal neared its peak, I allowed the back of my fingers to brush across Erica’s clitoris. A deep, longing moan escaped her. Turning my hand over, I stroked her clit with my forefinger, working slowly up one side, around the hood, and then down the other.