A Naughty Invitation
(Published on Saturday, February 21, 2005)
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I was a little nervous about attending a bondage/massage party, especially since I wouldn't know anybody there. On the other hand, the naughty invitation that my husband Frank received allowed us to pretty much attend as voyeurs, so we could participate as we wished. Frank definitely wanted go to the party, and the more I thought about it, the more I thought it would be a good idea. The scenario that had been planned was very naughty. We were assured that we could simply quietly leave if it turned out to be something that didn't engage us, so I ultimately decided to my husband's pleasure that we would go.

The bondage/massage party was at the private home of a married couple who were about ten years older than us, but they sounded nice, and they seemed to be in fairly good shape. I was a little nervous about how I would feel around them since I was overweight, but the host and hostess of the party, Brad and Judy, assured us that we would be welcomed.

We were told that a girlfriend of Brad and Judy's named Dana was going to be the "center of attention" for the evening, and that a "very naughty surprise" had been planned for her. Dana had been told that she would be tied and blindfolded on Brad's massage table in front of their fireplace, and that "a masseur" named Charles would be coming over to give her "an erotic massage." As to Brad and Judy's roles, Dana was told that Judy would pretty much just watch, and that Brad might join in later on to make her massage "more pleasurable."

Being a bit of an exhibitionist, Dana was excited by the scenario, and had gladly agreed to be the "center of attention" for the evening. What Dana hadn't been told was that another couple named Jim and Nadine had been invited to surprise her. Evidentally, Dana had fantasies of having other people watch her from the shadows while being pleasured with an erotic massage. She also enjoyed being tied and helpless, so she was looking forward to the plans that had been made, and had assumed that Brad and Judy would be the ones watching from the shadows. "The plan," told to Dana, was that her "blindfold would accidentally slip off" while she was being massaged so that she could "discover" the two of them watching her from the shadows in some corner of the room. Things didn't quite turn out that way as you will see later on in this story.

Our role was a very simple one; Frank and I didn't have one. Or rather, we'd be watching from the shadows. Although we had been encouraged to join in if it pleased us, it wasn't a prerequisite, which made it a perfect invitation in my eyes. By the way, I had no idea about Brad's foot fetish. I was to learn about that later.

At 8:30 p.m. we arrived at Brad and Dana's house. It was a very nice house in a good neighborhood, and there was plenty of parking available. We actually found a parking space right in front of their house. I was nervous, but in a very good way, 'cause it was the kind of nervousness that made me wet and horny, which was a great way to start the evening. As instructed, Frank and I walked up the driveway of their house, and took a left at the back of the house to a small set of stairs, which lead to their kitchen door. The door had been left unlocked for us to quietly enter, but as it turned out, Dana was there to greet us. She was a beautiful woman who was in great shape, and she welcomed us with a really nice smile.

With a finger first to her lips, and then dropping down, she whispered, "Hi. I'm Judy. I'm glad you could make it. They're already started. Can I get you two a drink?"

In a whisper back to her, I replied, "Hi. Oh, that would be great. We actually brought some wine with us. For you, too, if you'd like." But I could already see that she had a glass of wine.

"I'm good. Thanks." She answered back.

In whispers back and forth with each other in the kitchen, Judy made us feel relaxed as we chit-chatted a bit. She explained that their "massuer" was already "working on Dana," and that Jim, Nadine, and her husband Brad were there as well, but just watching. Judy was wearing a towel that was wrapped around her presumably naked body, and she told us that we could get comfortable as well by stripping off our clothes in the living room, which is where everyone else was. I was still a bit self conscious, and hadn't planned to strip off my clothes right away, if at all. However, when Frank and I walked into their living room, I was happy to note that both Jim and Nadine were a bit heavy, though I have to admit that I didn't notice this right away, as my eyes were immediately drawn to Dana's naked body being massaged by Charles on the massage table.

Dana was a small woman, maybe about 5'4", and she didn't have an ounce of fat on her. I hated her immediately. At the same time, being bi-sexual, I was also immediately attracted to her. The only odd thing about it was that Dana was lying face up instead of face down, but then again, that was exactly how she had wanted to be massaged. Frank and I kind of waved at Jim and Nadine, stripped ourselves naked, and then sat down on the couch next to them. I also met Brad's eyes, and we warmly exchanged silent hellos.

Not a minute or two after we sat down, both Jim and Nadine postioned themselves around Dana, as did Brad, and the three of them suddenly joined in with Charles to touch her all at once. Dana gasped, and said out loud, "Brad, what are you doing. Who did you bring in?"

But Brad remained quiet.

"Brad?" Dana said again, though she didn't seem that surprised by the additional guests.

Brad once again remained quiet. Following his lead, none of us spoke. A slight shiver went up my spine. Teasing Dana like we were doing in concert, keeping her on edge, seemed like such a bad and naughty thing to do. But I was fine with this group naughtiness because I could clearly see that Dana was very much turned on by all of the attention that she was getting. She had perky little breasts, but her nipples were extended high, and it was obvious that she had become extremely aroused. Her own juices were already dripping down in between her legs, forming a small wet spot on the towel that was lying on top of the massage table underneath her. By then, Frank had joined in, and every once in a while Judy would add a pair of hands to the mix, so there were times when five of them were playing with her all at once. When Nadine started using a vibrator on Dana's pussy and clit, using it expertly, Dana exploded with a number of orgasms, and begged everyone to stop since she was "too senstive" for it to continue.

There really hadn't been any foot action to speak of, and again, I had no idea that Brad had a foot fetish. He certainly hadn't shown it by playing with Dana's feet. But in retrospect, Dana's feet weren't particularly cared for all that well, so it made sense to me when I thought about it afterwards. "Such a shame," I thought later on, "that such a beautiful young woman seemed to neglect her hands and feet as much as she did." I was a bit surprised by that.

I was proud of my own hands and feet. I thought of them as my best features, and I made a point to keep them in great shape. It made me feel sexy to reguarly keep my hands and feet manicured and pedicured. In fact, I always thoroughly enjoyed it when the ladies at the nail salon I frequented would massage my feet, even though it was never long enough. Ironically, until that night, I had never known anyone with a foot fetish. Both men and women would give me compliments about my feet, but I never really had any attention given to my feet before. This was the night that would change everything for me.

As it turned out, Dana was kind of a creep. She was one of those selfish women who never gave anything to men, except for sex, and even the sex she gave had strings attached. She was also very shallow. I didn't find out until later on when I made Brad admit it to me, that Dana ended up leaving the party shortly after her erotic massage because she "didn't want to be around fat people." After her blindfold had been removed, she evidentally made some kind of dumb excuse to leave, and she left. But that ended up being to my huge advantage.

I'm not sure how it happened exactly, probably because I had become really horny, and was wet with curiosity about being tied and blindfolded myself, but I found myself on top of that massage table much like Dana had been, but I was initially face down. I lost count of the number of hands, fingers, lips, and mouths that were upon me while I was being so deliciously massaged, but I was in heaven. I enjoyed every single minute.

What caught my fancy in a very big way was when someone started giving me the most incredible foot massage that I had ever had in my life. I learned later on during my erotic massage that the person massaging my feet was Brad. On top of that, which drove me crazy with lust, and much to my surprise, I went out of my mind when Brad began sucking my toes. It's hard to describe it to those who have never experienced it, but an electric-type current pulsed through my entire body, from each and every toe, to the top of my head, and seemed to end in my clit. I practically lost consciousness with pleasure, and in fact, I think I momentarily actually lost my mind for a few short moments of ecstatic abandon and delirium.

My orgasms were so powerful that I made a fool of myself by exclaiming out loud, "Oh my God! I don't know what you are doing to my feet, but this is better than sex!" I caught myself pretty quickly, though, and with an embarrassed utterance after realizing what I had said, I corrected myself by explaining, "I don't mean it like that ... it's just that I ... uhhh ... I'm really enjoying what everyone is doing. It's just that I've never felt anything like this before. Oh my God!"

Then I decided just to shut up, and let them continue their sexual ravishment of my bound and naked body. Not only did I thoroughly enjoy having Brad play with my feet so wonderfully, but I found that being tied and helpless really added to the level of arousal that I was feeling. Much to my pleasure, I was untied, but only temporarily as they turned me over onto my back, only to be tied down again. I wasn't about to resist this kind of attention! By then I was sopping wet. I didn't know it at the time, but that was just the beginning of my sexual ravishment.

Happily for me, my own husband decided that he needed to learn about this "foot fetish stuff," so he started working on one foot while Brad worked on the other. I didn't know it at first if it was Frank who joined in on the foot fetish fun, but I asked, and he confirmed it. I was delighted. I didn't tell Frank at the time, but I could easily tell which foot Brad had, and which foot Frank had. Brad was so much more experienced at giving women pleasure through their feet and toes. Still, I was excited that Frank seemed to really be enjoying himself. At one point he even exclaimed to me in front of everyone that he was "definitely going to be doing more of this foot fetish stuff at home, and soon!" Needless to say, I was happy about that.

It was a good thing that I was tied down, and even better that everyone held me down even more firmly when both Brad and Frank started to take advantage of my clear appreciation for footplay. Frank pretty much followed what Brad was doing. Holding my foot with a really firm grip, because I admitted that I might accidentally kick him, Brad began tickling the sole of my right foot while also sucking my toes. Frank followed his lead, and the two of them drove me nuts with an exhaustive tickling attack on my obviously delicate soles. I was honestly having a very difficult time taking the tickling punishment that we being meted out to me, but at the same tme it was an experience that I knew I wanted continued.

The harder I struggled on that massage table because of the tickling, the more firmly all of them held me down, and to my happy surprise, the more lustful I got. I even had my very first female ejaculation, which was astonishing to me. Of course, along with the wonderfully erotic foot attention, I had been stimulated by a number of people all at once, including some deliciously naughty attention that had been given to my breasts, nipples, pussy, and clit by multiple hands, fingers, mouths, tongues, and sex toys. The foot play was incredible icing on the cake, and it had taken me to a state of arousal that I had never felt before. Frankly, I didn't even know what had happened to me when such a powerful series of orgasms rocked my body, but when I asked out of embarrassment, and curiosity what had happened, Brad assured me that it was indeed a true female ejaculation, and not that I had peed myself as I thought I had. Brad's wife, Judy confirmed it, too, and told me that Brad makes her "squirt all of the time."

"Do you think you can do that to me?" I asked my husband.

Frank started to mumble an answer to me, but Brad spoke on his behalf. "Sure he can. It just takes a little practice. You're clearly able to have them, so that's great."

I have to say that the whole experience was definitely overwhelming, and hugely rewarding. We happily chatted about it in their swimming pool afterwards. Even though the evening had cooled down, their pool was terrific at the 98 degrees that they had it. I was still so high on being so deliciously taken care of that I conspired with Judy and Nadine to blindfold and tie down Brad in their bedroom while we girls had our way with him. The guys pretty much just watched, and played with us while we were playing with Brad. I noticed that Brad kept his feet in really good condition, and even though I had never done anything like it before, his feet were a tempting target, so I followed Judy's lead in giving him some naughty foot attention. I don't have a foot fetish per se, but it was a lot of fun.

With Judy and me tickling both of his soles, and sucking his toes while Nadine gave him head at the same time, and then started jerking him off, it didn't take long at all for him to climax with loads of cum that shot high into the air, all over his chest, and clear up to his neck. The bad side of me delighted in being naughty enough to help Judy and Nadine continue Brad's sexual ravishment as he struggled in his restraints for us to stop. I loved having this sexual control over a man. But like me earlier, this was certainly an experience that Brad wanted to have despite the difficulty in maintaining his composure. So he kind of just gritted his teeth, grinned, and bared it. Sure enough, even as Judy teased him about how the three of us would force him to cum again, as they worked on his cock and balls together while I stretched my arms out to tickle both of his soles at the same time, he shot another load high into the air. This time it didn't hit his neck, but he was clearly on the edge of another climax that he wouldn't forget anytime soon. I knew that I wouldn't forget it either.