Originally published May 2014 as Smokey Saga #25
Welcome back, lovely friends! If you happened to read my story “How To Break A Bad Rabbit,” you’ll notice this one’s title begins with the same two words. This is not a direct sequel to that one, but stars the same married couple: the Burtons, Lou and Sandy. Their co-stars this time are comprised of two married lesbian couples. Back in April of ’17, I was trying to get this on the site by the 22nd, on which date this story takes place. That didn’t happen, but oh well, close enough. Enjoy, and happy reading! And please keep in mind as always, your feedback is welcomed, valued and appreciated.
Monday, April 22nd, 2013, 6:00 p.m.
“GOOD EVENING, MY LOVELY LADIES AND GENTS!!” Sandy shouted. “HOW’S EVERYBODY DOIN’, HUH?!”
The crowd cheered loud.
“Y’ALL READY TO HAVE ONE HELL OF A TIME TONIGHT?!” she continued.
The crowd cheered louder.
“GODDAMN RIGHT YOU ARE!!” she hollered. “I’M SANDRA BURTON, YOU ALL KNOW ME, AND MY GORGEOUS HUBBY LOU. SO WELCOME TO THE FETISH BUFFET—COURTESY OF BURTON PRODUCTIONS—GIRLS’ NIGHT!!”
The crowd cheered loudest.
“Although,” proceeded Sandy, bringing the volume down a notch. “While it may be Girls’ Night, this is gonna be one big, big treat for you gents as well!”
BDSM filmmakers Sandra and Lou Burton had invited a hundred of their closest friends to share this special Monday. They were hosting one of their semi-regular gatherings in the massive, ambience-permeated basement/studio. Several cameras were mounted about the room, pointing towards center stage, where Sandy addressed the audience. Lou, the cinematographer, operated the tripod by the door. As with many an occasion, he was dressed in his powder blue tux. Sandra was dolled in a lovely leather bustier with ankle-length boots and fingerless gloves. Her makeup was flawless, her hair teased up, lightly floating down her back. Her lips were stuck deep red with manicured nails to match. Much of the audience was already turned on by her appearance.
“That being said, we’re in for a big night! No point in beating around the bush—wink wink. So let’s get on with it!” She held up each finger of one hand except the pinkie.
“My friends, we have not one, not two, not three, but four—count ’em, FOUR—lovely ladies featured this evening! That’s two married couples we’re presenting tonight!”
The audience whooped appreciatively.
“Ya ready to meet ’em?” asked Sandy.
They responded with a collective, “YEAH,” but Sandy pretended she didn’t really hear.
“Sorry, what was that??” she demanded, cupping a hand to her ear.
The crowd upped the enthusiasm and volume. “YEAH!”
Sandy still wasn’t satisfied. “Come on, people, make me believe it!” she shouted.
Sandy finally nodded. “Oh, all right.” She turned towards the basement door, which Lou opened. “Ladies!” she hollered.
Four young lasses wandered to center stage amid eager applause, harboring a more or less mutual modicum of timidness. They passed out shy smiles and waves. Per Sandra’s instructions, they were dressed in their own everyday outfits, though they felt just a bit plain next to the atom-bombshell Sandy’d turned herself into.
“All right, girls, now do please speak up so everyone can hear,” said Sandy, gesturing to the girl nearest her. “And your name, my friend?”
“Uh, L—” The first participant cleared her throat. “LEYNA,” she stated loudly. “Leyna Phelps.” Leyna was 31, with blonde hair and modest but expressive green eyes. She wore a blue dress just a shade darker than Lou’s tux, a matching bracelet, and black shoes which were technically heels, though virtually flats. A businesswoman who dressed for success, she was the most formally dolled-up of the four. The audience gave her her own small round of applause, making her clasp her paws and smile.
“Well, brilliant to meet you, Leyna,” replied Sandy. “And what do you do?”
“I am a financial planner.”
“Oh, so you’re a savvy business type,” said Sandy. “Terrific. And you’ve with you…?”
“Oh! Yes.” Leyna linked arms with the girl beside her. “My bride, and the light of my life, Cyndi Phelps. Best Mrs. Fix-It there is. Most wonderful handy-woman in the city.”
The audience gave Cyndi an identical cheer, as the Phelpses X’d and O’d. Cyndi was the same age as her wife, with neck-length dirty-blonde hair and brown eyes. She was clad in a red and white plaid button-up, faded jeans, striped socks and hush puppies.
“Yay!” said Sandy. “Well a’right, let’s hear it for our first couple, Leyna and Cyndi!”
More applause. Sandra turned to the other pair. “And you?” she asked, offering a hand.
“Hi!” said the third girl, a bubbly 30-year-old with fluffy, bangy light brown hair and dark blue eyes. She wore a multicolored T, overalls, rainbow-y sandals and a giant friendly smile. “My name’s Judy Flanders, and, I entertain at kids’ birthday parties. I’m a clown.”
“Oh-ho-ho, really?” Sandy chuckled. “Well, I think you’ll be pretty entertaining here this evening. Although this particular event’s anything but suitable for kids.”
Judy giggled. “Oh, and this is my beautiful wife Samantha Blume. She didn’t wanna change her name, and I would’ve taken hers, but, uh…”
“…That would’ve made you Judy Blume.”
“Precisely,” laughed Judy.
“Cool, fantastic. So, Samantha?”
“Sam,” the last girl modified. “Just Sam.” She was the oldest of the lot at 32. Her eyes were a sharp tint of green. Her hair was short, dark and spiky, draping her forehead, with a pronounced streak of violet. Apparel-wise, she looked most like Sandy, in a black leather jacket and boots. She had on a worn, faded skull-and-crossbones shirt under the jacket. She described her profession simply. “Singer-songwriter and musician.”
“Yeah, she’s kind of a lady of few words,” Judy explained. “But that’s okay; I do more than enough yappity-yapping for the both of us.”
“Excellent!” exclaimed Sandy. “Well, welcome, all the four of you! Now along me to ask, if I may: has any of you done any work in the fields of BDSM, or adult films?”
Looking a bit timidly at each other, each shook her head.
“Ooh, then this’ll be extra fun!” said Sandy. “Don’t you worry, though; we’ll go easy on ya.” She turned to the audience. “Four newbies! Four cubs have found their way into our cave, ladies and gentlemen. One more hand for our new victims—er, virgins!”
She’d made this little slip of the tongue intentionally. She turned back to the quartet of virgin cubs, with a deceptively benevolent smile.
“Now, before our festivities officially get underway, I’ve a little something additional to present,” Sandra announced to the crowd. “This is a special evening. Does anyone happen to know what today might be?” she asked with a hint of naughtiness.
“Earth Day!” someone in the crowd shouted, prompting titters. Sandy laughed along.
“Well, yes, yes, that’s correct; it is Earth Day. But aside from that fascinating observance, there is another occasion that fell on today, many, many years ago.” She spun on her heels, to the side of the room where her husband was rolling.
“Louis! If you would, please, darling?”
He would. Lou took a step towards the door. Above the doorway was a long roll, held by four pushpins. No one had noticed until Lou approached it, stood on tiptoe and removed two of the pins. Fast at the top corners by the other two, he let it flamboyantly unfurl.
The audience and girls on stage let out some exhilarated applause. The poster was that of a 30-something-year-old Bettie Page, in her 1950s heydays, decked in her classic S&M garb. She leered at them, with her trademark bangs and sneaky smile, “innocently” brandishing a riding crop.
“That’s right!” confirmed Sandy. “Sadly, she’s no longer with us, but this is the night we keep her memory alive. Tonight we pay tribute to the one and only Bettie Mae Page, on her big nine-oh. That’s right, friends; it is Bettie Page’s ninetieth birthday!!”
The audience broke out in the biggest wave of cheers and claps yet.
“I’m so glad you’re excited!” Sandy grinned. Turning to the girls on her right, she added, “And so during your performance this evening, ladies, don’t be too caught off-guard should you feel the spirit of Miss Page tingle inside you!”
It was a suggestion which sent a breeze of excitement through the four of them.
“Now then, my blushing brides! You’ve been briefed on your little contest this evening. And you understand that each of you’ll be participating with your wife, as a team. And so now, please, another hand for my lovely hugby!”
Lou this time rolled out a long table on wheels. On it was spread a standard deck of fifty-two very large—2’x1½’—playing cards, a notepad and pen.
“A’right, ladies,” said Sandra, retrieving the latter items. “The game is Team Strip High Card. I shall be the scorekeeper, and will now edify on the rules…although I probably don’t have to, am I right?” she provocatively asked of the crowd, which chortled.
“The cards’ve been shuffled and cut. You’ll each select one card at random for every round. Your card value plus your wife’s is your team’s score for that round. A jack is eleven, queen and king are both twelve, and an ace is thirteen. No carrying over of points; after every round, your scores reset to zero. Whichever team loses the round owes the ‘house,’ as it were, one article of your clothing each.”
The audience cheered. The intensity of the cheer made the girls a touch nervous.
“ANY ARTICLE…” Sandy continued, over the roar of the crowd, “…At all; your choice. One per round—no more, no less. You can give them to Lou or to me, and we’ll keep them by the prop closet. That way you won’t be tempted to cheat and grab clothes back. In case of a tie, no one loses, clothes stay on, we keep going. But! Articles must be removed by each losing team member, each round. In other words, you may not have one member of your team turn over two garments and the other none. Got it?…
“Good! Now, each shoe counts as one. If you have socks, each sock counts as one. And as each of you’s dressed right now, that’s it. Just as you came in tonight, that’s the entirety of your wardrobe for the game. So if you have fewer things on than anyone else…well, you’d better hope you win.”
The audience let out some more whoops, hoots and giggles.
“Play continues until one member of each team is completely naked,” Sandy went on. “We’ll proceed with the second half of the evening accordingly. The two naked team members will be our ‘subs,’ in the main event later tonight. The other two will be our ‘dommes.’” She proceeded next to answer the question now on everyone’s minds.
“If both members of one team end up naked,” said Sandy suspensefully, “And neither of the other team is…welllllll, let’s just hope that doesn’t happen.” She smiled with mischief, making the girls anxiously look to one another.
Sandy clapped. “A’righty! It doesn’t matter the order—there’s no advantage to being first or last—so, what say we just go alphabetically? By first name?”
Everyone agreed that was fair. “Cyndi? Guess that makes you first.”
“’Kay…” Cyndi approached the cards. She studied them, letting her finger tap her chin. Though there was no skill involved, she wasn’t exactly Doctor Decisive. After several moments of deliberation, Sandy cordially called over to her.
“…You can pick any card ya want there, Mrs. Phelps. Any one at all.”
At last, Cyndi settled. “There you go,” Sandy nodded. “Please hold it up so we can see.”
Cyndi turned it over and gasped in excitement. King of diamonds.
“Omigod!” she celebrated. The first card racked them up a whopping twelve points. The crowd broke into a collective cheer. Leyna hugged her with an elated “YAY!” Judy’s face morphed into amazement, Sam’s into an expression that said, “…Are you kidding me?”
“Wow,” remarked Sandy. “Guess all that thought paid off, Cyndi! All right, you can give me that card, and that’s twelve points for you and Leyna,” she instructed, marking the score. “Judy? That makes you next.”
“Okay!” Judy blew on her fingertips, clapped her hands and rubbed her palms together. After Cyndi’s method, she thought she’d take a few seconds to decide as well. She, however, didn’t get quite so lucky.
“OOOooh…oh dear,” she remarked, turning to show them. Five of hearts.
“Right, that’s five for Judy and Sam…Leyna?” Sandy turned to her next, doing the math. “You’re up. If you draw a seven or higher on this turn, you and Cyndi automatically win this first round. Because there’ll be no chance for Judy and Sam to catch up with you.”
Leyna took a quick breath and approached the deck. “Okay, cards, treat li’l ol’ Leyna right. Be good to me!” She chose one.
“Ouch,” she winced, turning around. “Okay, don’t be good to me.” She showed them the three of clubs, to a collective, “Ohhhh…”
“Ouch indeed,” Sandy commented, adding their score. “’Kay, Cyndi, Leyna, that’s twelve and three, for a combined score of fifteen. Sam, Judy, you’ve got five. You still have a chance. Sam, if you draw a jack, queen, king or ace, you and Judy win round one. If it’s a ten, you tie, and nothing happens.”
Sam cracked her knuckles and wiggled her fingers over the cards. Judy hopped and clapped behind her, giving her encouragement. “C’mon, sweetie, you can do it!”
The determined Sam snatched the card she wanted. Making up her mind it would be high, she flipped it over to see. She was right.
“BOO-ya! Long live the queen!” she announced. Judy squealed and leapt into the air.
“Damn!” laughed Cyndi.
“How’d she do that?!” overlapped Leyna.
“Sorry, ladies,” Sandy mock-sympathized with the Phelpses. “Start undressin’.”
The opening round of course wasn’t hard. Cyndi and Leyna both simply took off a shoe.
Sandy clapped along. “All right, girls, well done; moving right along. Cyndi? Oh, cute socks. Ready to, eh…kick off round two?”
Cyndi half-wandered/half-limped to the table. “Oh, gosh,” she whispered. She took another few moments to choose, and this time her luck turned. Two of spades.
“Oh, no!” she laughed in embarrassment. In succession, Judy drew a six, and poor Leyna a four. And so it didn’t even matter what Sam drew; any value would win them round two as well. And just like that, Leyna was barefoot, Cyndi in her stripy socks.
Going into round three, all of them were still having fun. But as Sam and Judy proceeded to win the third round as well…and the fourth…suddenly, Cyndi and Leyna weren’t having quite as grand a time anymore. Thank goodness for Leyna she was allowed to count her bracelet as a garment.
“Oh, God, we are just getting owned over here!” Leyna half-laughed and half-whined. Cyndi whipped off her other sock, now also in her bare feet. She still had three articles to go after that, but unlucky Leyna had only two. She was suddenly in trouble, down to only her bra and panties. She had clearly underdressed for the night. She had to take her dress off, and needed some “help” from the audience. They started chanting.
“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!…”
Leyna looked to Sandy. Sandy replied with a smile that said, “I’d love to help ya, babe, but sorry; you’re on your own.”
Leyna Phelps had always been body-conscious and modest about her physique. She received her share of compliments on her pretty face and hair. But she wasn’t incredibly well-endowed, nor supermodel-thin. And she wasn’t wild about getting naked for a big lot of people, whether she knew them or not. The rules had been explained beforehand, but…well, she hoped she’d luck out, and not have to reveal much. She supposed she could’ve removed her bra or panties from underneath first…but then it’d be so much tougher to take off the dress. When she finally slipped out, goosebumps leapt on her skin. She crossed her arms over her albeit still encased tits. Mrs. Sandy could collect the dress up off the floor for her. Or so she thought. But then she turned back, to see Sandy giving her the same look. That same beatific, yet somewhat sinister smile.
“Oh…” Leyna chuckled, turning red. “This could be a long night.”
Monday, April 22nd, 2013, 7:27 p.m.
Thankfully for the Phelpses, what went around soon came around. The law of averages caught up, as she and Cyndi won the next three consecutive rounds. Leyna began to feel much comfier in her underwear, especially as Sam and Judy started stripping down. When Samantha removed her jacket, the audience, Cyndi, Leyna and Sandra were all treated to the image on her right forearm. She had a tattoo of a serpent that began at her wrist and wrapped her arm several times, its hissing head reaching to her elbow.
Leyna was afraid of needles and thus also tattoos, but Cyndi was impressed. “Nice!” she declared, taking a closer look. “Hey, did it hurt? I kinda wanna get one myself. I haven’t decided yet, just thinking about it.”
“Aw, well, my first time, it hurt like a motherfucker,” Sam explicated matter-of-factly. “And my first tattoo was pretty goddamn painful too.”
Judy was now showing as much skin as Leyna, having also put on fewer things. Cyndi was the only one who’d worn socks, and what an advantage they turned out to be.
“A’right, ladies and ladies,” said Sandra. “Ready for round eight??”
The crowd was getting excited, for obvious reasons. Judy and Leyna looked nervously at each other, realizing what was happening. However this round came out, one of them would have to start exposing her “goodies.” Leyna took a step closer to Judy.
“I think you and I better buddy up and pray for a tie.”
Judy nodded in agreement. “I think you’re right.”
“Well all righty then,” cued Sandy, “Cyndi? Time to do the honors again.”
Leyna dropped to her knees in front of Cyndi, taking her hands. “Honey, please make it a high one. PLEASE, please, please, sweetie, if you love me, make it high.”
Cyndi felt herself under a fair deal of pressure. She kissed Leyna on top of her head. “I’ll do my best, babe.” She returned to the cards, looking for her initial lightning to strike twice. Finally, she took one and looked. “Eight!” she announced.
“All right, Mrs. Flanders, you’re up,” Sandy told Judy.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” murmured Judy, the table looming before her. She closed her eyes, letting her fingers blindly glide over the cards. “’Kay, Jude,” she told herself. “Just pretend you’re at the beach, just pretend you’re at the beach…”
She took a deep breath and a card, turned it over and opened her blurry eyes.
All she saw was a lot of empty space and…something in the middle. Her heart jumped a beat. Her first thought was, Oh, no, it’s a two! But she let her vision focus, and realized she wasn’t seeing double. Her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth went straight up.
“ACE!!” she shouted, flinging the card in the air and jumping as high as she could. Still on the floor on her knees, Leyna dropped her face into her hands.
“Noooooo!” she half-laughed and half-cried. The audience felt alternatingly excited for Judy and sorry for Leyna. When the noise died down, Sandy reminded her, “All right, Leyna, now don’t panic just yet. The round’s not over. You and Cyndi have eight points, Sam and Judy thirteen. If you get a seven or higher, you still have a chance of a tie.”
Leyna raised her hand, and Cyndi helped her to her feet. And she made her legs head for the table. Cyndi knew the chances of them winning this round were slim. So she started unbuttoning her shirt, to further crowd delight. Frankly flattered by the attention, she momentarily forgot about her wife and began a little striptease dance for them.
Leyna couldn’t focus on Cyndi just now either. She had to concentrate on the card calling her name. Saying, Me. Right here, L.P. I’m your high card; you want me, babe. Power of suggestion convinced her she’d found it. And she decided the best way to do this was to flip it over nice and quick, and face the proverbial music.
So she did. She let her brain register the card…dropped it…covered her face, let her body fall backwards, and collapsed on the thankfully cloud-soft floor.
The crowd exploded. Sam and Judy knew it was a little mean, but they celebrated, hugging, cheering and laughing along. Cyndi nodded, removing her shirt as the taunting chant resurfaced. “Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!…”
Leyna curled up into a fetal ball, still covering her face, shaking her head in response. Eventually, Sandy waved her hand for a smidgen of silence.
“Mrs. Phe-elps…” Sandy sang down to her with an evil smile. “…Miss Page…is waiting. It’s not good to keep Miss Page waiting. It’s called Strip High Five for a reason, young lady. You don’t wanna know what happens if you refuse to obey the rules, do you?”
“Nooooo… Plee-e-e-e-e-eease…” Leyna chuckle-wept.
Sandra called Cyndi over to whisper something in her ear. Cyndi’s face crumbled along with Leyna’s. She felt terrible for her wife, but they’d all agreed to the game, and rules were rules. She handed over her shirt, knelt down, and Sandy gave her her cue.
“Honey?…” Cyndi called down to her wife. “Sweetheart?…I am so, SO sorry.”
Before she could ask for what, Sandy dropped the shirt over Leyna’s head. Cyndi seized Leyna’s panties around the hips, tugged them down, wrestled them off her legs and flung them behind her like a bouquet.
“AAAHH! Fwuh duh fuhkf!” Leyna hollered under the shirt, flailing her arms and legs. Judy and Samantha tried to hold it back, but couldn’t. They felt a little bad, but broke out in raucous laughter along with the audience. Once the panties were off, Leyna’s hands reflexively covered her exposed pussy. And Sandy removed the shirt from her head.
Leyna took one hand off her cunt to swipe her eyes and brush hair from them. The first girl (half-)naked in front of all these people, this was a new level of humiliation. Still on the floor, trying to laugh it out, she whimpered, “And I thought this was gonna be easy!”
“Poor lady,” remarked Sandy. “Well, here, just give me your hands, and I’ll help you up!”
The audience was losing it. Leyna turned her face to the side and tried to bury it in the carpet. “Oh, you’re so mean!” she uttered.
Five minutes later, Leyna was back on her feet, still covering herself. Round nine was underway. Cyndi still had her jeans, bra and panties on, but her heart pounded for her vulnerable bride. She cautiously picked a card. Uh-oh, she thought. Six of diamonds. Judy went next, as usual. Nine of hearts.
“All right, Leyna,” Sandy again cued her up. “Anything higher than a four, and you won’t automatically lose this round.”
Well, she thought she could at least pull that off. Fortunately, she was right: ten of clubs.
Unfortunately, when Samantha went next, she matched her wife’s nine. And Judy and Sam took this round as well.
“OH!” said Sandy, pretending to feel the Phelpses’ pain, but really loving it inside. “Guys! These cards aren’t showing you a lot of mercy tonight!”
Leyna covered her eyes with her unoccupied hand, feeling tears coming on. Cyndi slid her jeans off, let the roar of the crowd subside, and addressed Leyna.
“Sweetie?…You want me to take off your bra for ya?”
Leyna stepped into Cyndi’s arms, buried her crimson face in her shoulder and held on as Cyndi undid the bra hooks. She handed it to Sandy, and Leyna clamped even harder onto her wife, clinging to one remaining shred of dignity. The crowd found this utterly adorable. It was so unfair. Everyone else still had both their bra and panties on, and Leyna was a hundred percent naked. Now smushed up against Cyndi, who was only in her undies, the crowd let out a medley of cheers and whistles.
It was time for round ten to begin, which meant Cyndi had to draw another card. But Leyna refused to let go. So Cyndi shuffled her way back, dragging Leyna with her.
“Go on, go ahead. There is nothing in the rules that says you can’t take your naked wife along to select your card,” an amused Sandy told them. “But, eh…Mrs. Phelps, as your wife is now already fully nude, if the two of you lose this round too, I’m afraid we’re gonna have to start to, uh…‘punish’ her, so to speak.”
Leyna raised her head from Cyndi’s shoulder. “What??”
“What’re you gonna do to her?” Cyndi wanted to know.
“Well…till the time comes, why don’t we just leave that to our imaginations…” Sandy said, cruelly smirking at them.
Oh, hell, thought Cyndi. Well, no pressure or anything! Leyna still clinging, Cyndi found a card, picked it up and gasped. She had drawn the ace of spades.
“YEAH!!” she shouted, throwing her arms in the air. Somehow, this failed to give Leyna a great deal of comfort.
Judy and Sam exchanged “uh-oh”s. Actually, Judy’s was “uh-oh”; Sam’s was “oh, shit.”
“Oh, that’s gonna hurt us,” Judy remarked, feeling her underwear already starting to slip. “That is gonna hurt us.”
For a moment Leyna looked up at them incredulously to shout, “Hurt YOU?!” But she didn’t. Judy took her turn and drew a seven, earning her and Sam half of Cyndi’s and Leyna’s points this round. And all eyes turned back to Leyna.
“Um…honey?” said Cyndi. “Leyna? Sweetheart? It’s, uh…kinda your turn.”
Much as she wanted to, Leyna knew she couldn’t use her wife as a shield from the prying eyes all night. So she took her arms off Cyndi, covered her no-longer-very-privates, and timidly stepped up once more.
“Leyna, if you draw anything higher than a seven, Judy and Sam won’t be able to catch you. And you and Cyndi’ll automatically take this round,” Sandy encouraged her.
It wasn’t easy, but Leyna took her hands off herself to pick a card. She turned it over, and breathed a sigh of relief. Back and ass to everyone, she held it up. Jack of clubs.
She heard the audience and her wife cheer, then Judy match her “Oh, no-o-o-o!” For the first time in several minutes, Leyna’s lips ascended into a smile. Sam stepped out of her pants, leaving just her shirt and underwear. Judy, meanwhile, reluctantly unhooked her own bra. When all four hooks were undone, she too brought her arm over her chest, caught the bra, and let it fall to the floor. She picked it up with her toes, turned to Sandy, and raised her leg high enough to “foot” it over.
“Excellent, ladies!” praised Sandy. “That brings us to round eleven. Thus far, we’ve got one girl naked, and another one topless, ladies and gentlemen! Tell me something, folks: is this a great fuckin’ night or WHAT?!”
The audience once again blew up in crazy cheers. Round eleven began. Cyndi drew a three in her underwear. Judy unclutched her bared boobs to draw another seven. Leyna took a dozen teeny tiny steps to the table, picked out a nine, and handed it behind her. And Samantha fished an eight.
“OH-ho-ho!” Sandy assessed. “Judy, Sam, looks like you’ve got this one too!”
“God!” said Cyndi. She wasn’t as shy as her wife, and just wanted it over with, so she yanked off her bra, turned to each section of the crowd and jiggled her titties for them. Just to dispense with the awkwardness. Her already nude Leyna looked very worried.
“So, what, um…happens to me now?” she asked Sandy.
Sandra again leered. “Delighted you asked.” She turned to her husband. “Louis, dear!”
Lou had readily brought an inscrutable black box, tied with a thick red ribbon, to present to them. Sandra accepted with a “Thank you, darling.” But before doing anything with it, she turned to Leyna and waved her finger in a circle, gesturing for her to about-face.
“Um…why?” asked Leyna.
“Just go ahead, I’m not gonna hurt you. Turn around, bright eyes.”
Leyna obeyed, to hear next—
A little confused, she started to turn back around.
“No, no; you stay that way, Mrs. Phelps. Face our guests, and give me your hands.”
Leyna started to panic, as the less-than-sympathetic audience applauded for the hundredth time. “Oh, but I…”
“Ah—now, now, Leyna, you gals knew the circumstances going in. It’s okay, after all; they’ve already seen your tushie. They’re gonna see the rest of you sooner or later.”
Leyna looked at the floor and did as Sandy said. Her body felt hot with all those eyes on it. Her face was rosy pink. Sandy joined Leyna’s paws behind her back, took the ribbon off the box and started wrapping it around her wrists. Leyna panicked again.
“Oh, gosh, no, please don’t tie me up!” she pleaded.
“Just your hands, my friend,” said Sandy, finishing binding her wrists. “For right now.”
“Cyndi, aren’t you gonna help me??” demanded Leyna, turning desperately to her wife.
Cyndi held out her arms. “Wh—…honey, whaddaya want me to do? I didn’t make the rules. Besides, uh…I think that’s kinda…hot, actually.”
The crowd audibly agreed. Sandy was done. “There we are. Comfy?”
“Um, no,” a grumpy Leyna disagreed. It wasn’t particularly uncomfy either, but she hated being restrained in any way. Nor did she like being unable to cover her girl bits.
“Aw, c’mon, turn that frown upside-down,” said Sandy. “Ticklish?” She poked at Leyna’s belly and ribs, making her squeal and jump. “Huh? Are ya? That tickle? Does it? Huh?”
“Ok—okay, okay!” Leyna giggled. “Please stop!”
“Very well. Round twelve! Go ahead, Cyndi.”
Cyndi felt bad for Leyna, but also turned on by her lovely wife being tied up naked. Still with her panties on, her breasts were too hanging out, enjoying the fresh air. And the cards were about to give her another reason not to feel bad. Cyndi took one and looked.
“YES!” she shouted, proudly displaying the king of spades.
“Whoa! Déjà vu!” exclaimed Sandy, as the audience applauded. Leyna performed all the applause she could under her circumstances. “Congrats, Cyndi! Round twelve, twelve points! Righty then. Judith?”
Judy fished the six of hearts, putting her and Sam at a bit of a disadvantage this round.
“Okay, you’re up, Leyna!” Sandy smiled malevolently. “Have fun picking your card.”
Leyna gazed back at her, a bit more sourly than she wanted to. She was trying to keep her outlook positive and upbeat, but losing this battle as well.
“And Leyna, if you get an eight or higher, you and Cyndi automatically win the round, and the game’ll be over.”
Well, she did like the sound of that. Leyna reached the table, about-faced, looked over her shoulders, located a card, and rotated back around so they could see it. She heard cheers. It was the ten of hearts. She and Cyndi had taken the round.
That took Sam down one more, and stripped Judy completely. She’d been preparing herself, so she turned her back and bum to the crowd, slid down her panties, and showed herself off. The audience whistled and hooted at her perfectly groomed pussy.
Sandra applauded along. “Excellent job, ladies! And that…is Team Strip High Card. The cards have decided, ladies and gents: we have our dommes, Cyndi and Sam, and we have our subs, Leyna and Judy! Well done, girls, you’ve made Miss Page proud.
“But as you well know, we are not done yet!” Sandra shouted. “We have still got the very hot main attraction of our evening coming up. But, uh…” She fanned herself. “Whew! I think we could use a little intermission first, though, huh?”
Some of the audience hopped up from their seats. Lou went to get some refreshments.
“MMMMrs…Sandy?” said Leyna. “Can we untie my hands, please?”
“I’m afraid not, Leyna,” she replied. “And you’re gonna find out why not very shortly.”
Monday, April 22nd, 2013, 9:38 p.m.
When the audience resumed their seats, Sandra and Lou had placed two upholstered, cushy chairs in the center of the stage, back to back, draped with soft fluffy towels. Propped in each was an equally fluffy pillow. Two additional house chairs were also placed nearby. Lou took his spot back behind the camera again and continued rolling.
“All righty, everybody still pumped??” Sandy called.
“YEAH,” the crowd yelled back.
“Well, I hope so; that was some damn good cash on all those refreshments,” she joked matter-of-factly. “And speaking of which, I wanna take this moment to show you our grand prize this evening. Louis, dear!”
Lou stepped into the prop closet to produce an enormous check, its size relative to the playing cards. It was four feet long, and the text was large enough for everyone to see.
“There you have it, girls,” said Sandy. “That right there is a five, four zeroes, a decimal and two more zeroes! That’s five million cents, or…fifty, THOUSand, DOLLARS!”
Two of the wives shared a unisonous “Wow.” One of them whistled. One said, “Damn!”
“Thank you, honey!” Sandy called to him. “Okay! We’ve got two comfy chairs for our lovely subs, Mrs. Leyna Phelps and Mrs. Judy Flanders. So why don’t you two go ahead and be seated. Sit in whichever one you like…”
Once they’d perched, Sandra opened the black box Lou’d given her, which was full of more bows and identical red ribbons. “’Atta girls,” she said. “Now hold still for Sandy…”
With that, she went to work on them. She tied Judy’s wrists behind her just as with Leyna’s, and then all four of their hands together. Next came the ankles. Coaxing their legs ajar on either side of the chairs, she tethered Leyna’s left foot to Judy’s right foot, and Leyna’s right to Judy’s left. Once through securing them to the chairs and each other, she removed a couple of bows from the box and placed one each on their heads. “There!” she declared as the audience laughed. “A couple of wrapped-up presents for our birthday girl. Comfy, ladies?” Her voice dripped with wicked glee.
Judy and Leyna wriggled. “Kinda, I guess,” said Judy. “It is a little tight, though.”
“Yeah,” Leyna agreed. “Again, Mrs. Sandy, is it really necessary to tie us up?”
“Oh, but absolutely! You two aren’t our cute little subs of our evening for nothing. And take my word for it: another half hour from now, tightness is gonna be the last thing on your minds.” The next she took from the box was a pair of identical strips of silk, which she gave Sam and Cyndi. “Here you are, dommes…please blindfold your brides.”
“Uh-oh,” Judy squirmed apprehensively. “I don’t think I like this part.”
“‘Think’?” parroted Leyna. “I know I don’t like this part!”
“Don’t you worry, my gals,” Sandra assured. “Once again, you’re shortly gonna be pretty damn grateful, I promise you.”
Samantha had a cruel streak about her, in that she enjoyed toying with Judy sexually, doing little things to tease, torment, annoy and frustrate her. She loved to scrape away that veneer of bubbliness and make Judy burn for passion. And while Cyndi hated being tied up or unable to move herself, she was quite aroused by her wife being put in such a compromising position. She adored Leyna, and was completely monogamous and faithful. But seeing her trussed naked, hand and foot, to another woman, undeniably made Cyndi feel…oooohhh. It made her special spots tingle. Sam and Cyndi felt sorry for them, but at the same time, wanted to have some fun with them too.
Once the blindfolds were on, Sandy asked, “Can you two see anything under there?”
Judy shook her head. “No, ma’am.”
“I can see, the inside, of a blindfold,” Leyna replied, with just a dash of flippancy.
“Well, wonderful, ’cause that’s all you’re supposed to see!” Sandy stated cheerfully. “Now, subs, please scoot your cute asses as far forward as you can.” They complied, as Sandy emptied the box of the last two items, which she handed to Sam and Cyndi.
“And here then, ladies, are your Hitachis.”
“Whoa,” Cyndi chuckled to Samantha. “These’re fun, huh??”
“Oh, these babies are fucking intense,” Sam agreed.
“Okay, I’m getting a little nervous now,” commented Judy. Leyna concurred.
“Good,” Sandra told them. “Now then, dommes! Part two of the evening, our main attraction, will test your abilities to make your wives see stars under those blindfolds.”
Another wave of cheers ensued. “Now, it looks like we’re all gonna be winners tonight. So the recipients of our $50,000 grand prize will be determined by both frequency and intensity of orgasms. We realize this is subjective, so you’ll be judged by our lovely and unbiased audience,” said Sandy. “So ladies and gents, like to gather a little closer?”
The audience stood, forming a rectovoid around the brides. “Very good,” Sandy nodded. “I know it’s gonna be hard, folks…but please keep your reactions to a minimum, so the ladies can concentrate. Now dommes, ground rules for you. First of all, no-nos: you may not touch your opponent’s wife in any way.”
“Awww,” moaned the audience.
“I know, I know. Disappointing, but necessary for fair play. No touching, rubbing, poking, stroking, fondling, groping, grabbing, pinching, tickling or squeezing your opponent, or her wife, at any time. And no attempting to distract your opponent. In other words, your focus is completely and only on your own wife. Violation of the rules is grounds for disqualification. It’s also grounds for a very serious punishment that our audience might like, but trust me, you definitely won’t. So please, just…don’t do it.”
The crowd chortled.
“Also not allowed: subs, no faking it!” Sandy ordered firmly. “Unless you’re one helluvan actress, if you try to fake it, we’ll know. And given, as Mrs. Blume noted, the fucking intensity of the wands, we will not be able to count your orgasm without your lady-cum or squirting. You can’t just cum on the inside; you have to cum on the outside for us too.
“Now, as to what is allowed,” continued Sandra. “First off, dommes, no limitation on the wand settings. Go crazy. This isn’t a library. Have at her. Go for it. Go to town on her. You may touch your own wife as much as you like, wherever you like—or she likes. Be romantic with her, make out, tongue-fuck her, talk dirty, anything you want; we don’t care. But again, only with your own wife. Subs, you need only sit back, let yourself get worked up…cum like wildcats…and don’t fake it. And scream as loud as you want. Take it from me, the crowd loves it. Louder the better.”
They applauded in confirmation. Sandy turned to them. “Audience, no help from you; they must do it on their own. Please do not touch the ladies. You may touch yourselves if you so desire…hell, you can even touch each other. But please leave the wives to task. And as noted, please keep your vocal contribution low.”
“Can we take off our clothes?” an individual asked, prompting some giggling.
“Excellent question,” said Sandy. “In deference to the focus of our contestants, we kindly ask that no, please do not take off your own clothes. You can touch yourself under your clothes, but do keep them on.
“Okay then!” Sandy clapped her hands. “Everybody clear on the rules?”
Everyone seemed pretty clear on the rules.
“Any other questions?”
Someone raised a paw. “Yes?”
The person lowered her hand. “What happens if we…‘can’t’ decide who wins?” she posed. “I mean, like, y’know, what if they both seem kinda, equally…uh…” She wasn’t quite sure how to tactfully say it. Sandra got her gist.
“Another good question. We’ve got the cameras rolling. So if things come down that close, we can go to the tape and slo-mo for a more conclusive decision. And if necessary, we’ll take an individual poll.”
That seemed to be fair and satisfy everyone’s curiosity. So Sandy again checked for questions, and said, “Well a’right, then, I guess we’re all set, huh, ladies?”
All four hearts at center stage beat a little faster. Leyna’s and Judy’s cunts had already started to dampen and leak in anticipation, and listening to Mrs. Sandra explain their game. They were getting antsy. And eager. And…hot.
“Very well then!” said Sandra. “Let, the Wargasm, begin!!”
The audience cheered and laughed.
“LADIES,” Sandy yelled, in homage to NASCAR. “START!… YOUR!… VIBRATORS!!”
Samantha’d placed her hand on Judy’s thigh just so she didn’t catch her off-guard. She flipped hers on the first setting and touched it to her wife’s pussy. Even though she heard the wand turn on, Judy still wasn’t totally ready. When she felt it, she gasped.
“OH my GOSH!” she exclaimed, to the giggling crowd’s delight. Cyndi asked Leyna, “Okay, babe, which setting you want?”
Leyna heard Judy’s reaction, and became more eager. “I-I don’t care, just pick one!”
Cyndi randomly flipped it up to the middle and made contact. It was a little much for Leyna to handle right off the bat. She too gasped, her head involuntarily tilting back.
“Holy f—okay, one lower than that!” she quickly insisted.
The audience was having a hard time being even relatively silent. So were the subs, who thankfully were allowed to scream. Once Judy and Leyna got accustomed to the vibing on their pussies, they were able to settle in and really enjoy it.
“All right, honey, just tell me how I’m doing,” Cyndi said. “Tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do it, whatever it is. Anything.”
Leyna moaned softly, letting her head loll back. Behind her, Judy leaned forward and whimpered. Samantha was groping with her free hand, making Judy jerk about with little squeaks. Leyna felt her competitive edge kicking in. It seemed the Blume and Flanders had taken the advantage. She uttered Cyndi’s name.
“Yeah, babe??” Cyndi asked excitedly.
“S—…suck my tits…please!” Leyna sputtered out.
“You got it!” Cyndi inched closer in her chair, leaned down, took Leyna’s right boob in her free hand, and slipped it into her mouth, just an inch past the nipple. She pressed between her tongue and palate. Leyna groaned in approval. “Yessss…” she murmured.
Cyndi was indeed well in tune with what her wife liked. When she sensed the moment was right, she positioned the nipple between her teeth and began nibbling. Her instincts were dead-on. Leyna tossed her head back again and gasped. “FUCK!”
It was Judy and Sam’s turn to realize the opposition was one-upping. They were both thinking the same thing: time to step up their game too. Samantha took the vibrator to the next setting on Judy, and aggressively kissed her. Judy’s moan escalated through.
Leyna didn’t need any kissing right now. She wanted a different form of stimulation. “C—…Cyndi,” she called down again. Her wife turned her face upwards, with two arched brows and a mouth full of boob. “Hm?” she asked.
Leyna sighed and breathed deep to get her next request out. “…T-talk dirty to me, hon!”
Cyndi smiled seductively, letting Leyna’s breast slip out from between her pearly whites.
She wasn’t sure what to say to pillow-talk Leyna, but loved the idea of bossing her restrained wife about. She leaned up beside her ear, and Leyna felt her warm breath.
“You fuckin’ like that, baby?…You do, don’t’cha?…Your pussy worships me right now, sweetie. It’s soaked. That dirty little cunt of yours is soaking fucking wet right now. I’ve got you in the palm of my hand. You’re mine. All…mine. Your tits are adoring me with those hard nipples, and your pussy’s just dying for release…isn’t it?”
She caressed Leyna’s upper body as she went on. “You want me to turn it up, babe?…I think you do. I think you want me to torture your clit and force you over the edge. But you’re too scared to say it.” She pecked her cheek and finger-combed her hair. “Well, whether you want it or not, babe, you’re gonna fuckin’ get it.”
Cyndi switched the vibrator to the middle level again, and this time Leyna took it like a big girl. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Her forehead popped out several first beads of sweat. “OH fuck…” she whispered desperately.
Cyndi kissed her ear and chuckled lowly in it. “I knew you wanted it, wifey. And I’ve got news for you, my dear: this is only the middle setting.” She teased her by taking the wand to the next level for just a second, then back down to the middle again. Leyna heaved a helpless gasp, and Cyndi kept her in check.
“Your pussy belongs to me right now, and I can do anything I want to it,” she taunted, watching with smug satisfaction, as Leyna struggled and rattled more vehemently.
Judy and Samantha kissed a good bit longer, bringing Judy’s temperature and sexual pH yet higher. So when Sam read the signals, she activated their next setting.
Leyna felt Judy yank back on the ribbon connecting their paws as she started losing it. Judy’s voice ascended near the top of her pitch as she went crazier. She and Leyna were playing some serious tug-of-war with this ribbon. But no one was worried they’d break it. Opposite-bound trains might be able to sever this ribbon, but not two petite, delicate tied-up women. Sam leaned up closer to Judy and muttered to her.
“I’m gonna finger-fuck you now, ya dirty little bitch.”
Judy let her head roll back, but Sam heard her breathe an obedient, “Okay…”
Samantha took the Hitachi in her other hand, her thumb to the switch for the next setting change. She leaned into Judy’s neck and sank her teeth, as she spread her wife’s drenched labia and plunged her digits inside. Judy’s eyes popped open at the neck bite, from which she hadn’t even time to recover before the manual penetration.
Cyndi went on whispering saucily to Leyna. “What do you want me to do next, sweetie?”
“Oh, God,” Leyna breathed. She was straining too much to produce sound, but Cyndi discerned a hushed “lick me” in her moans.
Cyndi held the viber with her left hand and lowered herself onto her knees. She slipped her fingers between Leyna’s pussy lips and opened her as well. She licked her lips, gathered saliva, stuck out her tongue, and slipped it into Leyna’s waiting cunt.
Leyna let loose a vocal gasp. “Oh God yes yes yes yes fuck yes fuck yes babe yes GOD YES!…” she chanted. Cyndi extended and began swishing her tongue in her wife’s pussy, kissing her clit with her upper lip, and flipped up the vibrator again. That pulled the scream trigger on Leyna. She uncontrollably unleashed the first all-out passion-ridden shriek of the night. That certainly got a rise out of the audience, and Sandy herself as well. “HEL-lo!” Sandy quickly opined. “Harbinger of things to come?”
Judy and Sam again thought identically. Looks like we’re gonna have to get serious.
Samantha leaned up beside Judy. “Next setting?”
Now with a deep hickey in her neck, the apprehensive Judy nodded.
“I, uh…I may regret this, but yeah.”
Pretend we’re alone, she told herself. You can’t see anything, so just focus on the pleasure, and pretend we’re totally alone.
She finally convinced herself to do just so, as the very same second, Samantha heated up the wand again. She torched her clit, and opened her cunt just enough to slip a third digit inside. The vibrator’s most recent setting took effect, and Judy Flanders erupted.
She choked out two mild “OHH”s, ascending past the top of her voice and the dynamics thereof. Sam’s ravaging fingers felt like live electrical wires firing off sparks inside her. And one of them curled up towards the hidden meccan spot Judy so desperately craved to have touched. But Sam thought it would be better to hold off on that for now—if they wanted these orgasms to be intense. If they really wanted her to cum hard.
Leyna was approaching the Promised Land herself. Both subs had lost their minds. All four bound hands were clenched into frustrated, trembling fists, tearing to get free. Their legs quivered as violently, feet curled, toes achingly digging into the carpet.
Leyna didn’t know about Judy, but she and her pussy were a little peeved at Sandy for tying her up like this. Or at least she thought she was. She really didn’t enjoy being unable to move. And yet, cross as she was, she was forced to admit the frustration of her immobility was a factor in the fiery passion. That devious, clever woman, she thought between cries of desire. That sly, cunning rat. That sneaky snake.
Judy was too busy caterwauling, perspiring and starting to cry to resent Sandra. Cyndi was doing an amazing job, but Samantha still just a little more effective. Having already ignited her clit, pumping her fingers inside her, faster and faster, harder and harder, higher inside her all the time. And Judy didn’t know it, but Sam was about to transform her into a wild animal. A wild, untamed, screeching, yowling banshee of an animal.
Samantha took a quick moment to assess the Phelpses, then again exercised dominance over Judy with her harsh dirty talk.
“I’m gonna make you squirt, you filthy little fucking whore!” Samantha snarled at her.
Under normal circumstances, Judy’s feelings would be very hurt by such words. But in any kind of kinky sexual scenario she loved it. She could be extremely submissive and subservient, even to the point of pretend-self-loathing, when she wished to be. She was about to be sent down the rollercoaster, and terrified but excited. She had only to overcome that tickly feeling inside that made her feel about to wet herself.
“Yes, Mistress,” she breathed, pretending Sam was her dominatrix, she Sam’s whipping girl. “I’m just a worthless slut. My pussy deserves abuse. Please make me suffer…”
“Now lemme hear you say you’re a fucking little girl-cunt,” she heard Samantha whisper.
“Yes, Mistress! I am! I’m a fucking little girl-cunt!” Judy raspily murmured back, so ragingly horny she was about to go blind.
Sam slowed the pace of her thrusts just enough to give Judy a really tactile sensation. She began thrusting into her cunt again, making certain to give her g-spot a rapid stroke each time. Once she’d fallen into her rhythm, she finally put the cherry on top, and flipped the wand to its highest setting.
Cyndi was inching Leyna closer and closer to the edge, but Judy’d jumped. She felt as if floating weightlessly in space. In those last few nanoseconds of buildup, her eyeballs went back, and she could see the sparks being lit…the fuse go off…the fireworks shoot into the sky, rocketing upwards…until…
The walls of Judy’s pussy squeezed in, the floodgate blew off, and out gushed the momentous result. It felt like a laser shooting through every cell, penetrating an aura of passion through her…again…and again…and again…
The fireworks must have lasted twenty seconds. Judy’s lungs were being destroyed. Her screeches grew less audible each second, till she developed veritable laryngitis. Her wife wreaked havoc on her pussy, and she never wanted it to end. The squirtgasm just went on and on and on, until Judy couldn’t take it anymore. She was about to start pleading her wife to please stop when she at last rode out the climactic finale.
For a couple seconds post-orgasm Judy couldn’t catch her breath, or get her eyes to roll back. She wished she knew where Sam got this magic touch to make such an impact on her. She’d tried it on Samantha, and couldn’t accomplish the same. Sam would tell her, “Don’t worry, babe, I love you just as much as you love me.” But Judy still wished she’d been blessed with the capability to make the person she loved feel how she felt.
She was a bit too wrecked to think about it right now, however. The orgasm had drawn the attention of Sandy and the crowd, who verified that Judy had indeed squirted like a broken pipe. The orgasm’s poor recipient was still too dizzy to think straight, let alone hear and comprehend Sandy say, “Yes! There it is! That’s one for Judy and Sam!”
Oh, dear, she worried, as she thought she heard applause. I hope they’re not gonna make me do this again.
Cyndi wasn’t too discouraged by the fact that the other team had scored first. As she understood, it didn’t mean the game was over. And from the looks of it, Cyndi was figuring Judy’d need a little time to recover. This was their chance to try to catch up. She sat up beside the sweating Leyna, planted a seductive kiss on her cheek and asked, “Baby…you ready for the highest setting?”
“C—…Cyndi…” Leyna responded, “…I just dunno i—”
Cyndi was still in fierce dominatrix mode herself. Leyna meekly gasped as her wife forcefully gripped her breast.
“I said…are you ready…for the highest… fucking… setting??”
With a tender titty clutched in her wife’s persuasive grasp, Leyna hadn’t much choice. “Y-yes, please, ma’am!”
Knowing her imposing authority was turning Leyna on like crazy, Cyndi smiled and loosened her hold. “That’s better. Remember, that was a rhetorical question. You belong to me right now, and I’ll decide when you’re ready.”
“Oh, God…” Leyna indeed moaned helplessly. “Fuck me…”
Cyndi turned her her way to look her in the face. “If you insist, love slave.” She kissed her, and Leyna’s heart went up in flames. Cyndi flipped the viber setting to the highest, and the flames engulfed Leyna’s soaking crimson pussy as well. They broke from the kiss. Really getting into her role, Cyndi groped at Leyna some more and said, “Now listen up, angel…you are gonna cum for me…like hell…exactly when I say…and I don’t wanna hear an argument. Keep in mind, I’ve got all the power over you. Understood?”
Leyna nodded obediently. “Mm-hm!” she squeaked out. “You own me! I’m yours!”
“That’s goddamn right. Here we go…
“Ten…” Cyndi breathed into her face, finger-brushing Leyna’s hair and nuzzling her nose. Leyna was about to ask ten what, but Cyndi continued.
Oh, thought Leyna. So that’s what’s going on here. Oh, goody. I’m gonna enjoy this.
Leyna began to moan, soft and shrill. Cyndi accepted it as the compliment it was.
“Oh my God,” Leyna cringed, her own tears and sweat mixing together. “Please, Cyndi, for fuck’s sake, please…”
Cyndi arched the wand at a higher angle on her clit, and slipped two fingers inside her. Leyna’s head drew backwards. Her breasts heaved with yearning, her gasp vocalized into a crying groan. There was no time left. It was happening right now, like it or not. Leyna finished the countdown on her own, screaming her climax to the heavens.
“Five four three two one—OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
If Leyna was this ready this soon, so be it. That was more than fine. Cyndi rapidly rammed inside her to keep the sensations going, the vibrator taking its hellish toll on her swollen, blood-red clit. Leyna went on shrieking her guts out, giving Judy a run for her figurative and literal money. When Leyna hit her apex and eventually came back down, Cyndi gingerly extracted her digits and turned the wand off. She wasn’t sure if she’d made her wife cum as hard as Sam and Judy did, but she had some evidence. The crowd had now gathered around the two of them.
“And…yes indeed, my friends! That evens the score!” declared Sandy. “We are now tied, at one big bad ‘o’ apiece!”—
Both of which had proved so wild, and thus so draining, neither sub-wife knew if she was up for another just yet. Judy was still recuperating from her explosive release, and Leyna was going to be dry of energy for a few minutes as well.
Samantha saw the window of opportunity, as Leyna was now temporarily out of commission, and took a shot to shatter it. She’d temporarily abandoned the domme role to return to real life. She asked Judy if she wanted to go again.
“Uh…ok-okay,” Judy acquiesced, fatigued but willing to allow Sam to re-rev her motor. “Wou-would you please do something for me first, though?”
“My, um…my nose itches. Would you get it for me, please, honey?”
“Of course. What’s a wife for, if not to scratch her wife’s nose when her hands’re tied.”
“Ah, thank you,” Judy replied. “All right, I’m ready now. Just, darling? No squirting this time. Seriously, please don’t make me do that again. I can’t handle it a second time.”
Samantha took the wand down to a low setting and returned it to Judy’s scarlet, pulsating pussy. Judy again felt the lust well up in her, warming her through and through, to the point where her libido again purred like a kitten. Cyndi too allowed Leyna the necessary time to revive, and asked if she wanted another orgasm.
“Sweetie, it’s okay if you don’t wanna go anymore,” Cyndi assured, also not playing domme, again just being Leyna’s sweet, loving wife. “I know you’re fragile, and I won’t make you cum again if you don’t think you can. It’s okay if we don’t win the money, babe. Honestly, this has been a really fun night. And getting to be this intimate with you’s more of a prize for me than all the money in the world.”
Leyna glowed with adoration at Cyndi’s loving sentiment.
“Oh, kiss me, you sweet fool.”
Monday, April 22nd, 2013, 11:35 p.m.
Judy and Leyna were both miraculously able to contract, secrete and squeeze out another orgasm. Their seconds were inferior to the firsts, but proved beautiful and heavenly regardless. The audience were pretty spent themselves. It had indeed been a stupendous night for everyone in attendance.
Leyna came very shortly after Judy this time. Winning the money prize was now the last thing on their minds, especially Judy’s. Judy was so hopelessly exhausted, all she wanted to do was collapse into a coma. Leyna was incredibly tired too, but had a feeling Judy had her beat in the fatigue department. But Samantha was a tough cookie.
“Ready to go for another one?” Sam asked, seemingly oblivious to Judy’s pooped state.
Judy started to weep in genuine anguish. “Oh, gosh, NO, honey, please!” she begged tearfully. “I can’t take another one!”
Cyndi heard their exchange. Dear Lord, she thought. Really, Sam??
“Babe,” she murmured to Leyna, who could barely hold her eyes open either. “I meant what I told you before. It’s not like we’re losing anything. After all, we came here empty-handed; so what if we leave empty-handed? And I don’t think you’re really up to having a third orgasm either, are ya?”
Leyna shook her head. “No, definitely not. I can’t handle any more either.”
Cyndi smiled tenderly and kissed her cheek. “Okay,” she said, caressing her. “I love you so much, baby.” She looked up to address their hostess.
Sandra turned in her direction. “Yes, Cyndi? You have a question?”
“Kinda, yeah,” said Cyndi, speaking up. “Is it cool if we call time-out for a minute?”
Sandy turned to their opponents. “Sam, Judy, you two have any objection to that?”
Judy promptly answered first. “Hell no!” Samantha basically shrugged.
“Okay,” said Cyndi. “Well, this really has been a whole lotta fun for Leyna and me. But honest, Sandy, we’re a little too tired to go at this any more. Well, I know my wife is. I can’t speak for Judy.”
“Speak for me! Speak for me!” Judy insisted.
“And, well, I dunno if you guys’ve already decided who’s won or not,” Cyndi said to the audience. “But…Leyna and I’ve decided we’re willing to concede.”
“What?” the Blume and Flanders asked together.
“Yeah,” Cyndi reiterated. “We really don’t need such a big pile of cash just handed to us. Besides, my financial guru Leyna here’d drive me crazy with it. God knows I’ve got enough to contend with as it is.”
“Well, that’s…damn decent of ya, Phelps,” said Sam. “But, uh…what’s the catch?”
“No catch. You guys should take it,” Cyndi insisted. Leyna turned her head and nodded. “Really, you could use it more than us. Besides, we’d probably do something dumb and irresponsible with it. Like let it sit in the bank and get all moldy and rotten.” She gestured to the poster on the door. “Also, we think it’s what Bettie Page would want.”
Judy and Samantha were dumbstruck at this abrupt gesture. Nobody had ever shown them such a display of generosity. They didn’t know what to say. And they said so.
“My goodness,” remarked Sandy. “Well, I’ll tell you something: you guys’ve made Burton Productions history here tonight. In our eleven years in this industry and eleven annual Wargasms, no one’s ever done something like this!”
“Well, I, uh…I hope we didn’t disappoint your audience,” said Leyna.
“Disappoint them?!” Sandy laughed. “Honey, first of all, this is your audience. They came here to see you. And you gave them a night they’ll never forget! Four orgasms in one night! Not everyone can say that.” The crowd cheered wildly in confirmation.
“Well, as a result of them, I think we’d all be pretty content to go home and go to bed now,” Cyndi chuckled.
“Of course!” Sandy agreed. “Of course. Let’s get you two outta these ribbons. And we’ve got gift baskets for all of you with some sexy toys and other goodies. You’ll be back home in those comfy beds before you know it.”
After midnight, Lou put away the Bettie Page poster. He and Sandy thanked their guests for coming, and the girls for their splendid contribution to Burton Productions.
“You were all so delightful. Feel free to come back and shoot with us again,” Sandy winked, as they dressed, accepted their gift baskets and headed outside together.
“Wow, that was pretty wild,” said Leyna.
“Yeah, you’re not kidding,” said Judy. “That was a lotta fun! And I like that Sandy lady. She scares me…but, in a good way.”
“Oh, I know, right?!” said Leyna. “She has something about her like, kinda intense and frightening, but sexy too, y’know? ’S like in a way she can terrify you a little, but at the same time you actually like it?”
“Ah, she didn’t scare me,” Sam asserted.
“Somehow, I didn’t see much danger of that, sweetie,” commented Judy.
“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, by the way. Here,” said Sam, finding a business card to give Cyndi. “This’s my tattoo guy. His name’s Hank. He’s really good.”
“Oh, cool!” said Cyndi. “Thanks! And I’m in the book too, if ya ever need anything fixed!”
“You know, I really enjoyed meeting you guys,” Judy said to Cyndi and Leyna. “Maybe, uh…maybe we could all go on a double date…somewhere, sometime? After tonight, I’d say we’re all pretty…friendly with each other now, huh?” They shared a knowing laugh.
“Yeah, I think we’d like that too,” said Leyna. “We’ll play it by ear, see how it goes.”
They exchanged hugs. When Judy and Leyna embraced, Judy whispered a message.
“Um…please don’t tell my wife I said this, but…I very much enjoyed being a sub together with you tonight, Mrs. Phelps.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. It did really kinda…bond us, didn’t it, Mrs. Flanders?”
They giggled silently. Sam also had a private message for Cyndi as they hugged.
“Hey, eh, Judes might not like it if she knew I told you this, Phelps, but…you were pretty fuckin’ hot putting your chick in her place.”
“Oh, well, thanks, Sam. It was just a role I was playing. But I’ll say you were real spicy the way you handled yours too. I’d even go so far as to say you have a gift for it.”
They got in their cars, linked hands, and pulled out. After shutting the car doors, all four briefly considered confessing their whispered cross-flirtations to their spouses.
Then all four of them decided, Well…
…Maybe just a little later.