342 bdsm and the neighbour`s pt1

342 bdsm and the neighbour`s pt1342 bdsm and the neighbour`s pt1It was a dark and stormy night and the rain came pitter-pat down, and had for the last three days, next doors ornamental garden pond was so overfull that it being a semi-raised sided pond, it broke its banks. Not in itself a big thing but the koi carp that were washed towards the house must have cost a bloody fortune and the folks, their friends at no7 were out.Gethin had rushed to help Megan his wife scooping up each fish and throwing them back into the now low watered pool, knowing how much they meant to their friends and neighbours at no 7, Mark and Olive. Naturally waddling about for a good hour, in a couple of hundred gallons of ex pool water, and the mud of the now sloppy lawn, in pouring rain, and going out clothes, was not really condusive to keeping either their attire or in her case a fairly expensive hair-do reasonable. They themselves had been about to go out, off to the bdsm swingers group in fact, though they would never admit it to the owners of the fish, Mark and Olive, their neighbours, that was a big secret! They had just been about to get in their car when the wall had gone, neighbours since forever, the other couple were away once more, they went for a weekend, the first weekend of every month, to who knew where, and they had done so this last 2 years or more, neither Megan or Gethin knew where the pair went, and were too polite to ask, though they did wonder a lot. In their own case, their little group met on the Saturday night always out at Gethin`s friend Maddock`s remote house, and always luckily; coinciding with their friends` away weekend’, which suited them well, as it gave her all Sunday to recover a little, before her friend Olive, reappeared for coffee at no5 on the Monday morning, they meeting alternate weekdays for mid-morning coffee, regular like.The job done, the last fish collected and returned to the much-lowered waters of the pool, gasping but still alive, together they staggered home, the evening ruined, and looking like drowned rats, not of course that Megan minded, it really wasn’t her thing, but she went along for the sake of her marriage. He being fixated for some years now with swapping sex, bondage, and pain, and not always in that order! Tonight, to placate him she would submit to a spanking, it was better than the whips and clamps of one or two of the group, the men just loving her big bouncy tits, and Gethin loving watching her get used while up to his balls in one or other of the wives! They showered and dressed once more, this time in pyjamas and warm dressing gowns. He rang Maddock and apologised for missing out.Then he rang the emergency number he held for Mark and was told by a female he took to be a receptionist, that she would “get him to ring back as he was a little tied up at the moment but would call back as soon as he was free!” Megan made them toast, his with beans her cheese, she made coffee and before the gas-fire they sat, munching.“its sad we missed out,” Gethin, ever the un-noticing and forceful part of the duo exclaimed, his wife just smiled, “Pete Roxbury, had a new pair of nipple clamps he wanted to try on you, and Mike Pemberton wanted to try those needles, you remember, the ones he used on you last time in your nipples, well he asked me at work if he thought you were up for them in your fanny lips…I said you were, but now it will be next time I suppose” she looked relived, but he didn’t notice, he was like that, “I bet that would have made you scream sweetheart, I love your sensual screams, they make me hard as iron.” She said, “she had noticed! and that “The nipple needles had been painful for all that week, so she was hardly likely to have forgotten!”Gethin, being Gethin, laughed, saying canlı bahis siteleri “yes” and “wasn`t it lovely when things like that constantly reminded us of the fun, we all have had!” Megan wasn’t quite so sure, it was her after all that had to bear the pain and the damage, however tempory, but she quietly bit her lip knowing how much he looked forward to those group meetings.The phone rang it was Mark, which was a bonus, he asked what the emergency was to which Megan, who was nearest the phone and had answered it, gave the briefest details. She told him of the break in the wall, but that they had saved the fish, however they thought the sun room was flooded a bit having taken the brunt of the Tidal wave! He thanked them sincerely, and as he was doing so, from the background came a scream, which a somewhat flustered Mark passed off as something on the telly in the room they were in! Anyway, thanking them profusely once more he said they would be home early tomorrow, cutting their weekend away short not that Olive would be happy, as she needed to recover from her special treatment! Then he rang off saying see you tomorrow.It was a puzzled Megan who put down the phone, explaining the early return tomorrow and that Mark had said they were away, “as it was her special treatment” she shrugged, Olive having never mentioned any treatment and they were close friends. She shrugged again, knowing this would take enquiring into, perhaps her friend was ill?Sex that night consisted of her being spanked, in leu of the pain `she might have enjoyed receiving’, Gethin believing she had been looking forward to it, and trying to make up the pain he firmly believed she so craved, Megan resigning herself to the many slaps, believing he had been so disappointed, after which in tears, she was royally screwed! In reality, just the good screw would have been perfect for her, but they really were bad communicators.Sunday morning the day bright, but overcast, usually on this Sunday, it was Megan`s chance to stay in bed, not for a lie-in but to nurse any wounds that crazy bunch had inflicted, though she would die for her beloved Gethin if he needed her too. Today she sat, clothed in just a dressing gown, on a soft cushion it must be said, her arse still red from the spanking and waited her husband to serve breakfast in the kitchen at the bar.it being a tradition between them that he cooked breakfast every Sunday. The meal over Gethin, had her bend over the breakfast bar and receive some soothing balm for the bruises he had inflicted.They heard the car pull in next door at about 12 noon, by then they were both dressed, and the washer banging away at last night`s muddy clothes. The neighbours after a quick appraisal of the damage appearing at the doorway, Olive walking perhaps a little strangely, though dismissing the limp as slipping on the mud as she got out of the car.Again, profuse thanks, and after coffee, the women going to no7`s sun room to assess the damage and effect a clean up to the damp flooring etc, fortunately it being a step up to enter the kitchen, that had saved further damage. Outside had not been so lucky, the tidal wave had washed away some roses and soil leaving a thick scum of mud down the entrance ramp and washing the gravel of the path off into the road. Together the men using shovels and Mark`s wheelbarrow were able to restore the gravel to its rightful place, the women supplying tea, and later a meal for them all.Gethin, being a builder saying that “he knew a bricky, that would rebuild the wall only in a stronger form, for a few quid,” and he would “bring him round on Tuesday. And there, things were left, it being a new working day on Monday.Monday arrived, the men off to work, Mark at his bank and Gethin at the tipobet güvenilir mi builders yard where he worked as foreman, and as usual at 10 30 Megan, went around next door for coffee, she could see Olive was still a bit bow legged, so she asked as to her problem, much to Olive`s embarrassment asking as well about the “special treatment,” Mark had mentioned! It was like a bubble bursting. Blushing she quietly began to say; “I suspect if I do tell you you`re going to be shocked and I`m going to be embarrassed Megan!” Megan sat for a moment then as if having made up her mind said, “Look, we have known one another for quite a few years Olive, and I didn’t think we had secrets, but I will leave it with you, its your secret so if you want to tell me, do and if you don’t, well… we are not as good a friends as I thought!”Olive felt she had no choice, she took her friend’s hand, led her to the living room and sat both of them down pouring a stiff drink for them both. Then said, “look, we`ve never really discussed our sex lives, partly as it has not come up, and partly as I was embarrassed to tell you of my own bizarre needs!” she took a breath then a drink, before saying, “Sadly I`m a masochist, it was my first husband who got me into the scene, and once I had found my joy at being hurt or used, I missed it when he ran off with that cow,” she paused, looking bitter, “well this one, my sweet Mark, I had to persuade to let me have, well, what he calls `a treatment,’ once a month, I found I was oh so uptight and going for a treatment eased things for me mentally, but you would have been surprised at the state of my body when I came for coffee on some of those Monday`s…” Megan began to laugh, shaking her head, Olive quietly saying that it was no laughing matter!So, Megan placed her drink on the coffee table, smiled then stood turned away from her friend and simply dropped her trousers, showing her soul-mate her red backside, which had Olive looking first shocked then amazed.Megan shouting “SNAP” They both simultaneously began to laugh, the tension gone, It, was the start of a long conversation, Olive being enlightened about Megan hating the whole business but “doing it for Gethin, it was his bag really, though I did like the swapping side of it!” Megan, in return, asked about Mark, who she was told, “only went along with it as a cuckold just for me, I get tetchy if I don’t get to spend that one weekend each month, in Birmingham, with him, tied and secured to watch me scream for a couple of hours! She explained when the receptionist said he was a little tied up, it was true the receptionist being the wife of her master and the screams not on the telly, but her own. the phone being held to Marks ear and her being hung on the wooden horse for a set time hence her hobbling a little now!They had another drink, mid-morning on a Monday, and they were drinking… It was unheard of! By dinner the two happy women had come up with a plan, but it was one that needed both men getting swapped, the shyness barrier dropping and tact in big swathe`s!The upshot being that the men, on arrival home, found their respective spouses had prepared their favourite meals, and they had arranged a get together evening on Friday night with a meal together first. Little hints and subtle comments were the order of the day all that week, like “how would you fancy Megan she seems to have the hots for you my lad, and I must say I fancy Gethin” [to Mark by Olive,] or the Megan remark to Gethin that did he realise Olive fancies swapping … by Friday after work the two men were looking forward to the evening big time!It was a mind-boggling evening, the women taking charge, and the end of which, partners had been temporarily swapped, screwed, and tipobet giriş enjoyed. The ladies explaining things both sincerely, and erotically, Gethin having been enlightened about Megan`s real dislike of pain and of Olive`s joy of the same. Mark`s worry was the need for secrecy, especially with his job but they all decided that if they kept it between them, it was feasible if on the appointed week, Gethin and Olive could go and have their fun together, at the group or the master alternately. Mark and Megan, staying home and just sharing a bed together, without a load of jealousy, and then being available to nurse the other pair if necessary, without all that distress.“Now,” Mark said, “if that was not Communal self-help, I had never seen a better example!” Both couples, by mutual agreement deciding to restricted their swapping to just the weekends when the pair Megan described as `pain junkies’ were away, so as, in Marks words, “not to get stale, as when all was said and done, they were two friendly couples, not a commune!” It was the wee small hours when the party broke up four sexually sated folk falling into their own respected beds exhausted but happy at the new arrangements. Olive rang her master Luckily, he was happy to change the weekend booking, and was a little flexible Olive`s arrangements. Her being a non-driver, Gethin could take her to Birmingham instead of Mark. By changing the date of their meetings, it meant that the couple could “perhaps get in alternate trysts each month, and a swap weekend too” so, they all waited eagerly for the next trip out. Meanwhile the brickie came, rebuilt the pond wall and strengthened it at the same time. all for a reasonable fee. They tidied up the area, Mark only losing one of his precious fish from the original trauma!A little vanilla swapping at the 2nd weekends when they were not away kept them buzzing, till their first weekend in Birmingham loomed, Olive true to form getting slowly more up tight during the week. Like cuckolds the two home stayers fluttered round the pair when Gethin finally got home on the Friday, a tad late, getting them ready for their trip. An overnight bag being packed ready for Gethin and his subject who was eagerly awaiting departure time, by now Olive was nervously clutching hers eager to be off, so after a quick shower and giving his wife a hasty kiss, they were away into the Friday traffic.Megan had prepared a nice meal for Mark, and they sat in a rather civilised way over a candlelit table, Mark saying how happy he was that he no longer had to look forward after staying overnight in a hotel, to reporting to that aggressive master on Saturday morning, and then being secured most of the day while his wife screamed and writhed in the agony, she so craved. Megan saying; “that sounded just up Gethin`s street, but did he get any actual sex?”! He said “the masters wife would relieve his blue balls by hand or a BJ from time to time during the day, and finish with a screw a rather clinical screw before they would finally return to the hotel that evening with Olive exhausted but much more amenable, if marked. and his balls would be empty. They would sleep in next day and he would drive her home that evening a very different woman, though she craved more. Over the sweet, Megan said that she had dreaded visiting the group, she was not keen on the pain except for providing excitement for Gethin, who just loved her screams, she herself preferred gentle lovemaking, the members of the group having each had sex with her, and that had been ok, in fact great fun but it was the pain, she had difficulty with she was happy to experiment but only gently. She said some Mondays hiding her sore and uncomfortable pains from Olive, had been a real problem, and she was oh so glad not to need to do that now, it was so much better things being now in the open, for both her and Olive. The meal over they snuffed the candles then hand in hand they drifted off to bed, there to make love sensuously and passionately all night long as lovers.