What Am I Doing?

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Tims pov

He couldn't believe what Jacob had told him, showed him. And now...
They were back in the bedroom.
"You want my wife to make you feel good?"
I couldn't believe my ears. My best friend is offering his wife to make me feel good.
"Can you hear yourself?" He felt uncomfortable.
He watched as a smile crossed his friend's face.
"She's not going to f**k you. She'll tie you up and assault your senses with different things. Trust me she can make you c*m without having touched your c**k. Well?"

'Am I really thinking of letting her do this?' My thoughts are running riot.
"What do I have to do?"
'Did I really say that.'
"Strip down to your boxers and get in the submission position."
STRIP!!!! SUBMISSION!!!!
He paced their bedroom.
"She has to be able to touch your skin with the items. How else can you feel them? The submission pose is you kneeling with your palms facing upward lying on your thighs, head down. It's giving her permission to use your body, telling her you are hers to dominate. I will be sitting in that chair there so I can see everything. I won't leave you."

Sighing, he stripped. He wanted to know how it felt.
"Do I sit like this?" He got in the position.
"Yes, that's right. I'll call her. Just do as she says." Jacob went outside the door and called her.
His heart began to race.
'What am I doing? F**k. Too late.'
The door opened and he felt Jacob walk past him and sit.
"Ahh such a good pupil." Her voice was soft. "Let me get the rings ready."
RINGS. F**K That means...
He felt her lips near his ear.
"I'll just blindfold you."
A silk mask covered his eyes. He felt his c**k twitch.
"OK now stand. Jacob will help you get into place."
"Legs open and arms out." He told him once he was lying on the bed.
Her fingers wrapped ropes around him and he was tied up.
"How are you feeling? Losing two of your senses will heighten the rest. If you want me to stop, say red loudly. If things are OK and I ask for a colour say green. If things are getting overwhelming and you don't want anymore of the thing I'm doing, say yellow. Do you understand?"
"Yes." He swallowed hard.

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Alexis pov

Tim is fastened to the bed.
She looked at her husband and knelt in front of him.
"Are you sure?" She whispered.
"Make him feel good." He kissed her.
Taking a feather she began at Tims hands, moving down his arms to his chest.
"How soft and gentle is that? Does it feel like your loved one's hair laying over your skin?"
She lent down and gently blew across his n*****s followed by the feather.
He squirmed beneath her. A moan leaving his lips.
"Good let your feelings free."
She then picked up an eighteen ended flogger, using it as she did the feather, but whipped him slightly.

"F**k." Tim moaned.
Looking down she noticed his c**k swelling.
Jacob grinned and called her to him.
"You said you wouldn't use your hands. You said nothing about using your mouth. Nibble his n*****s." He whispered.
"You're ok with that?" She watched him nod.
"I want to see him c*m in his boxers." He giggled.
She walked back to the bed. Leaning over she flicked his n****e with her tongue.
"What the f**k!! S**t."
Her mouth covered his n****e and nibbled and sucked.
He moaned and writhed.
Her lips travelled over his chest and down to his navel.
"YELLOW" He shouted.

"What's wrong?" Jacob asked him.
"She's touching me."
"I said I wouldn't touch you with my hands. I said nothing about my lips."
"But....Jacob?" Tim spluttered.
"It was my idea." Jacob told him. "Did you not enjoy it? Do you want her to continue?"
He went quiet.
"Colour Tim?" She asked.
"Green." He rasped.
She went between his legs and nipped and licked his inner thighs. Then went to the waistband of his boxers, nipping his skin along it.
"S**t.... F**k.... Red. AGHHHH." Tim shouted.
She moved away.
Jacob went to the bed untied his hands and removed the blindfold.
Tim was breathing heavily.
"Are you OK?" She asked him.
He swallowed.
"Wow. I've never c*m in my boxers before."
She smiled and Jacob laughed, as she went to make a drink leaving them to clean up and talk.

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