Pleasure Party by Nina DeRosa Page B

around me as I sat on the edge of the gleaming, dark wood bench in the middle of the room and crossed my legs.  I waved to one lovely hunk of a man, winked seductively to Tony, and then licked my lips as I scanned the room.  This was certainly not the usual sex party; even the worst looking guys here were only average, and a third of them were outright smoking hot.
    All this and I’ll finally get the baby Tony and I’ve been dreaming of.  Why didn’t we think of this sooner?
    The scales were now tipped heavily in favor of this being the best idea, and I was practically salivating—and definitely getting a little wet—from the delightfully dirty images racing through my mind. My husband had mentioned that he’d arranged for a special toy for me for the night, and the dark wood bench certainly fit the bill.  The bench was just wide enough for me and it narrowed even more at the cushioned headrest, presumably so that whoever was standing around could put my mouth to good use.  There were four cushioned posts connected to the bench by spreader bars, and I knew exactly what they were for.  They were for binding my arms and legs while still giving the party complete, unlimited access to every last inch of my body, all at once if they so desired.  There would be no turning back once I lay on the bench.  I was going to get fucked by every single man in this room and their sperm would start the mad race to the finish line.  There’s no way that one of them wouldn’t get to me, even if it wasn’t Tony.  Tonight, we were getting our wish.
    “Are you ready for me?” I called out in my most sultry of voices.  I didn’t have to put on a show for the boys or anything, but to be honest, the idea was turning me on.  I almost felt like I was putting on a burlesque performance, only without the inevitable cocktease.  I’d be taking all of them tonight.
    A naked man with incredible abs whistled loudly from across the basement, and I flashed him a little smile back.
    “Tony, how about you come do the honors?” I called out to my loving husband, gesturing to him sexily with one finger as I first uncrossed and then slowly re-crossed my long legs.  “You can’t really expect me to tie myself down, can you?”
    The two naked college girls sitting on the back of the couch gasped in excitement as Tony jogged over and helped me up onto the bench.  I slowly laid my head down against the cushioned headrest—my heart racing in a mix of anticipation and nervousness—as he grabbed two long, soft straps and tied them around my wrists.  I rested my hands against the posts as he bound my arms, and then he slowly made his way around me and down to my legs.
    “You good to go, baby?” he asked tenderly, caressing my cheek.  This was it, I knew.  This was my last chance to back out. 
    If I said yes, I was in this for as long as the boys wanted me, until I was filled with their seed, dripping it, feeling it all deep inside me.  I could still drop out now and run for it.
    “I’m okay if you are,” I whispered back to him with a smile.  “Make sure you get in on the fun, too.”
    “Oh I will,” he said with a grin, and he ran a hand slowly up my corset, stopping between my breasts and teasing me with one finger.  I could feel my animal side coming out already.  God, that’s what I loved so much about my husband—he could turn me on with just a touch, and he knew just how I wanted it.
    The leg rests were closer to the bench than the armrests, and my knees were bent and my legs comfortable as Tony tied me down.  I suddenly felt exposed and very vulnerable, as if I was already naked, but at the same time, I felt sexy in a way I’d never experienced before.  I had no power over what happened now, no way to stop the sexy young men who were crowding around and champing at the bit in anticipation of having their way with me.  What made it sexiest, though, was that I knew what was coming next.  They were going to fill me