As the rain eased up slightly, Miguel's mind wandered back to the last time we'd met, also at my house. I had taken him completely by surprise, fulfilling a long-standing fantasy of his. After we had fumbled passionately on the sofa, I had led him up to my bedroom. Having made him disrobe, while I remained fully clothed, I'd tied him face down to the bed, arms behind his back. I'd inserted a large butt-plug into his anus, before exquisitely bringing him off with my soft, cool hands. Leaving him tied, I'd then lain back against the headboard, legs astride Miguel's head, and made him lick me to a shuddering climax of my own. He smiled at the memory, and his cock stiffened against the seatbelt across his lap. He shifted slightly in an attempt to get more comfortable. What would happen this time, he wondered. He hoped that I would once again take control. Could I have made any plans at this short notice, or would the meeting simple be a repeat of the last time?

Not soon enough, Miguel reached the turning from the motorway and threaded his car as swiftly as he dared down the leafy lanes to my house. He pulled into the driveway and switched off the engine. Drawing a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped out. He locked the car and walked up to the front door. It opened as he reached for the bell, and he stepped inside, drawing me to him for a long and tender kiss. My body moulded itself to his as the door clicked shut behind us. Eyes closed, our tongues entwined and our hands gently roamed over each other's body, exploring and remembering. At last we drew apart and looked at each other.

"Good to see you again, Mabel," Miguel smiled.

"Likewise," I said with a delightful lilt to my voice. "I've been looking forward to your return for quite some time."

Miguel turned to go into my livingroom and towards the kitchen, expecting a cup of tea and a chat, but I stopped him, holding onto his arm.

"Not yet," I whispered, looking up at him. "Last time we wasted two cups of tea, remember? Let's go straight upstairs."

Delighted at this suggestion, Miguel was only too pleased to comply, and he eagerly followed me up the stairs and into my bedroom, the anticipation already beginning to swell inside him. The erection that had started in the car hardened further. Once in the bedroom, he stopped in surprise at the sight of a new bed. It was an impressive
size, and, although not quite a four-poster, it did have a turned pillar at each corner. As he looked it over, Miguel grinned to see the familiar pile of silk scarves that had given him so much pleasure last time.

"Nice, isn't it," I followed his gaze. "Those posts are particularly useful, as you can imagine. And I've got a few more toys to play with this time as well. You should have fun. Now let's get those clothes off, shall we."

Miguel quickly removed his shirt and trousers. I watched him with a wicked glint in my eye. As before, stripping before a fully clothed and highly desirable woman turned him on immensely, as a buldge in his boxer shorts attested to. He bent to remove them, and stood back upright, naked in front of me, his engorged cock pointing directly at me.

"My, my, we are eager today," I exclaimed, reaching down and grasping his penis. Miguel groaned as I pulled him towards me. Still holding
him tightly, I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, forcing my tongue into his mouth. My hand stroked up and down his cock a few times, and then pushed him away. Reaching for one of the silk scarves, I pulled his hands together in front of him and bound them together expertly. I placed a hand lightly on his chest and pushed him backwards until he sat down with a soft thump on the foot of the bed.

I continued pushing until his back lay flat on the bed, his legs bent and feet still touching the floor. I took Miguel's hands and pulled them up and over his head, fastening them to something at the head of the bed. With some effort, I took hold of one of his ankles and lifted his leg up and out towards one of the pillars at the bottom of the bed. I used another scarf to tie his ankle near the top of this, and repeated the process on the other leg. He lay there, tightly stretched and legs held wide apart and raised high in the air. His buttocks hung just off the end of the bed. He hadn't realised before that there was a window opposite. The curtains were wide open, and he struggled with a futile urge to close his legs.

"Do you want the blindfold and gag, like last time?" I asked. Miguel nodded gratefully. The deprivation of sight and speech had helped him to completely shed all of his inhibitions, and he was keen to allow me full rein.

"I was hoping you'd say that," I said with a slightly evil look. "Here's the first of my new toys."

He turned his head and watched as I opened a drawer and pulled out a large red ball-gag. He opened his mouth obligingly and I fastened it in place. Experimenting slightly, he found it much more effective than the knotted scarf that I'd used last time. He could hardly make any sound at all, just a sort of muffled grunting noise. A folded scarf knotted around his head made an effective blindfold, and I disappeared from his sight. He heard moving around the room opening and closing drawers, and the occasional rustle of cloth. He started slightly as he felt my unexpected touch between his legs. I briefly stroked his cock and balls, then ran a finger down into the crack of his arse. I touched the puckered opening of his anus, and removed my finger. I returned it with a blob of lubricant on the end, which I smoothed around his hole, pushing into it a
short way. I applied more of the cool gel, this time pushing my finger well into him. Once he was nicely slippery, I began to ease a large, lubricated butt plug through the ring of muscle. Miguel was totally relaxed this time, and I gained entry easily. He felt the device filling him until its neck passed through his sphincter, lodging it in place. I checked that it was securely in place, tugging it briefly before turning and leaving the room. My footsteps faded away into the landing and down the stairs. Miguel lay back, enjoying the feeling of fullness in his arse. His muscles twitched slightly.

Now out of Miguel's earshot, I went into the livingroom where my partner, Laurent, was waiting, slouched on the sofa.

"Is he ready?" Laurent enquired, looking up at me with an inquisitive expression crossing his face.

"All tied up and raring to go," I replied. "Come and see."

Together we climbed the stairs as quietly as we could, pausing at the bedroom door. We looked at Miguel, who was writhing on the bed as much as his tight bonds would allow. His muscles were taut, and sometimes he turned his head from side to side, clearly listening for a sound from me. I obliged him, walking over and caressing his cheek while Laurent silently positioned himself at the foot of the bed. I kissed his face and neck, slowly working my way down until I nibbled on his erect nipples. His body twitched. I looked up at Laurent and nodded. He reached down and slowly removed the butt plug with a deliberate twisting motion, drawing out the sensation for Miguel as long as possible. Miguel jumped as he felt the extraction, twisting his head from side to side, trying to figure out what was happening to him.

"Shhhhh," I reassured, holding his head still. "You've met Laurent, my partner, at York, remember? He's read all your emails to me, and seen all of our chats too. We've talked about you a lot. We know you're bi-curious, well now's your chance to satisfy that curiosity. Laurent's game so let him take you. You know you want to."

Miguel tried to shake his head, no, but his raging cock betrayed his true feelings as he felt Laurent's fingers probing at his anus. I kissed my way down his torso, licking and teasing at the tip of his cock as Laurent spread Miguel's buttocks with one hand. He grasped his own cock at its base with the other hand and held it firm as he gradually eased the head through the first ring of muscle. Miguel gasped as it slipped through with a plop, and he felt his muscle contract around Laurent's shaft.

"Christ, Mabel, he's even tighter than you were," grunted Laurent as he started to spear Miguel's arse remorselessly. "Bloody hell, that feels good."

I didn't reply. I had taken Miguel's cock fully into my mouth, and was running my tongue along the underside. Miguel could feel the delightful bubbles of my saliva popping on his sensitive skin. Inside his rectum he could feel every ridge of Lee's cock as it forced its way deeper and deeper into him. At last it was fully lodged within him, and Laurent paused to allow both of them to get used to the sensation. His cock seemed to swell in its tight sheath, and Miguel broke into a light sweat, as his muscles were forced open. Slowly, inevitably, Laurent began to thrust in and out of Miguel's arse. As the lubricant spread and Miguel's insides stretched to accommodate him, the probing became easier and smoother. I paused in my ministrations, moving up so that my mouth was next to Miguel's ear.

"Now you know what I meant by 'satisfyingly fully'," I whispered. Miguel, unable to reply, nodded slightly, his eyes closed. He was breathing in short, shallow gasps. I shifted position again, placing my pussy over Mike's face. He breathed my scent in. I took his cock back into my mouth, and as I continued to deep throat him, I ground down into him, gaining my own stimulation from the contours of his face with the protruding ball gag. Laurent and I took it in turns to fondle his balls; my soft caresses contrasted sharply with Laurent's rougher hands and less tender tugging.

The stimulation to his cock and his anus was too much for Miguel, and he felt his come boiling inside him. As I took him deep into my mouth it spurted from his cock in jet after jet. He felt as though he had never come so hard in his life. I swallowed every drop greedily, sucking him dry. Behind him, Laurent gasped in ecstasy.

"Christ! It feels like he's milking me!" he exclaimed, as Miguel's anus contracted in spasms around his cock. He felt himself pulled inside Miguel's arse, and he too came in response, plunging deeply into the grasping passage. Miguel felt the hot sticky fluid splatter against the walls of his rectum, and his anus continued to grasp at Laurent in the aftershocks of orgasm. He moaned through the gag in pleasure. I sat up, still pressing my now very damp pussy into Mike's face as I watched Laurent's erection fade and slowly slip out of Miguel's hole, which gaped and leaked a trickle of come. Laurent was quickly beside the bed, and I lay back, squirming across Miguel's chest as Laurent fingered me to orgasm. As the shudders passed, I lay still for a moment, eyes closed and a smile on my lips. Laurent helped me to my feet and they both looked down at Miguel. The blindfold had come adrift, and his eyes slowly opened. His jaw worked at the gag that held it wide open.

"Time for a cup of tea, I reckon," Laurent suggested. I nodded, and Miguel watched as we left the room together.