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Chapter 11: Fun at Home, in a Sex-Shop, and at the Tailor’s.With her confidence returning, and the conversation having appeased some of her fears of getting caught, Belle’s willingness to play was now higher than ever. However, the restrictions that remained in place due to Covid made it quite difficult to find occasions to play. Just before Halloween, we went into lockdown again, and although the rules were slightly less strict than the first time, it nevertheless meant playing the way we’d have wanted was almost impossible.We learned good and bad news around that period.The good one was that Soraya’s aggressor would be behind bars for the next five years. Soraya told us she felt much better now that justice somehow told the world she’d done nothing wrong but was sad she would not get to celebrate her ‘new self’ with those who’d helped her come to terms with what had happened.The bad one, or rather another good one with a sad consequence, was that the promotion Juliet had been expecting for over a year now would mean she’d have to move to the other side of the country. We were happy for her, she really deserved it after all the hard work she’d devoted to getting it but sad to lose not only our favorite playmate but a friend too. We would definitely miss her, and not only in our bed or behind her window. It was the same for her. She’d gone all teary-eyed as she brought the news, and these were not tears of happiness.Belle made Juliet promise that once the whole Covid thing finally calmed down, and she’d settled in her new position and new home, she’d come with us to Spain, for two weeks of relaxation and lust. And while texting to Soraya, Belle told her that once we’d be able to travel to Spain again, she’d be welcome to stay with us if she wished to. When she told me all about it, I couldn’t resist making a bad joke.”If I let you have your way, you’ll turn our vacation home into our private harem…”She leaned into my ear and whispered “That’s the plan!”Although it was impossible not to fantasize about having three girls frolicking nude all day around the house, it actually only emphasized the frustration of being so limited in our options right now. Belle felt the same so, despite the bad experiences we’d had with playing with delivery guys during the first lockdown, she wanted to give it another try. But since the top floor neighbors had stayed this time, it meant the hall was off-limits to play.She’d said she was reticent to expose herself to someone who knew our exact address, down to the floor and door, but she was considering it now. However, most places that delivered also specified that deliveries had to be done in the hall, and those which didn’t specify such a thing were also those whose food we would not dare to eat. So food delivery was out.Belle had an idea, however. Our bathroom needed some renovations, at the very least a new coat of paint, which we’d planned on doing ourselves next spring. But why not just ask for quotes for these works anyway? Quotes are free by law here, and most contractors sent a single guy to assess the extent of the work. We’d get an idea of the actual amount we’d save by doing them ourselves and, if the guy seemed friendly enough, she’d just play with him a bit.She described what she’d fantasized about doing. Basically, we’d set up the small high-definition wireless webcam we’d bought for our experiments on the swingers website, so I could watch it all while pretending to be busy with work on the PC. And if the guy started to check her out, she’d expose herself ‘accidentally’ more and more to see if he dared to say anything. If he ended up complimenting her, then she’d tell him the truth. Or rather part of it, that we were an exhibitionist couple, bored under the current circumstances, who would not be against letting him watch us fuck.I could hear in her voice that thinking about it made her feel horny. As she described all the potential ways she could imagine the situation going, I knew she’d really put some thought into this one. Her plan seemed almost fool-proof. She would make sure the guy was hooked before making the ‘proposition he could not refuse.’ What guy would refuse to watch live porn? And she had thought to leave plenty of chances for herself, and the guy, to opt out before she’d reveal our true intents. I was on board with her plan.”We could even ask him to be our cameraman,” I suggested, “I’ve often thought to ask Juliet to do it, but it would have kept her from really participating…””Shooting our own porn huh? Why not?””Well, as long as we keep it to ourselves, and a select few, it won’t be porn, just a sex tape.”She started to put her plan into action the next morning, calling several contractors, and setting up appointments with them as soon as possible. If the guys said they could not come and check within a couple of weeks, she just gave up on them, considering they would be in too much of a hurry to be willing to accept our little deal anyway. When she was done, she’d scheduled six visits over the next two weeks.Belle decided to put to use the red satin dressing gown she’d been gifted by a female cousin as an apology for not attending our wedding. The gown was one size too small, hence a bit too short, leaving the very bottom of her butt visible even when she stood straight, and did not close properly, creating very generous amounts of cleavage every time she moved. Under it, she’d just wear sexy black lace lingerie, a demi-cup bra, and a thong. And, of course, she’d wear a mask.The first three visits were complete failures. The first guy became jittery and fidgety almost as soon as Belle opened the door. He did not dare to look at her, keeping his eyes glued to his tablet ninety percent of the time, and started sweating profusely. The second was the owner of the company, he was full of himself, and a complete creep. The third was more promising initially, stealing a few glances. But when Belle bent down to ‘show him something, he suddenly started to treat her with disdain, like she was the Whore of Babylon herself, about to steal his soul.The fourth was almost the right one. He took glimpses as soon as he could, enjoying the falsely clueless show Belle gave him, and was daring enough to call her ‘a feast for the eyes’ among other compliments. Belle dropped the act and explained our intent. The guy took it well but looked at his watch, and said he needed to be out of here in fifteen minutes, or his boss would chew him up. He and Belle came to me, she explained the dilemma.I said the truth, if it was just for a ‘quick fuck’ I did not see the point, and fifteen minutes was barely enough Fikirtepe escort bayan for foreplay. The guy’s disappointment was written all over his face. He was probably cursing his boss in his head. But then I suggested that Belle could give us a little solo show if she wanted to. He looked at her expectantly, like a puppy who’s been shown a treat. Belle pretended to think about it, taking pleasure in torturing the guy an extra couple of seconds.”It’s not really the kind of fun I had hoped for today… But why not?”I invited the guy to sit on the couch and sat at the other end. Belle opened Spotify and selected the playlist I’d made for her to strip to. The White Stripe’s ‘Ball and Biscuit’ started to play. She stripped slowly, playing with each piece of clothing before removing it. Then she danced naked for a bit, caressing her body, demonstrating her flexibility and exposing her pussy and ass. The guy kept readjusting his crotch. He was clearly considering taking his dick out to jerk off, but since I did not, he did not either.Belle then lay down on the coffee table and lifted her legs straight up, before spreading them out. The guy’s eyes were glued to her pussy, he was massaging his crotch through his pants now. I was hard too, but I knew I’d have all the time I’d want to fuck her after he’d left, so I refrained from touching myself. Belle’s hands slowly caressed her body, playing with her boobs, sliding down her flat and toned belly to the inside of her thighs. She started to slowly caress her pussy, spreading the folds of her inner labia each time, giving short glimpses of her pink insides.Then she pushed two fingers into her vagina, two knuckles deep, and started to finger-blast herself while flicking her clit with her other hand. Her asshole contracted in sync with the movements of her fingers. The guy let out a high-pitched sound between his clenched jaws and shuddered. He’d clearly jizzed his pants. Belle made herself come shortly after, letting out a long moan.She stood up, climbed on top of me on the couch, and gave me a long kiss.”Let me walk him to the door and I’ll be right back with you, Honey. I’m ready for the main course.”The guy followed Belle’s naked ass to the front door and said goodbye, adding that the quote would be here shortly. Belle shut the door and came back to me. She freed my cock and fucked me.A few days later, the quote came in, about thirty percent lower than any of the others we’d received yet. The guy really wanted to get the job and a chance at seeing more. Belle was giggling as she showed it to me.”At this rate, it might be cheaper to actually sign with them than do it ourselves!”She was just joking. We’d agreed from the start that, on principle, we would not sign with anyone who would accept our offer to watch. Even if it really would have cost us less than doing it ourselves. It didn’t bother us to get small impulsive favors from her spectators, like from the clerks she’d played with in the past. But this would have felt too much like voluntarily profiting from it, like actual commerce, selling live porn for our financial gain. We did not want to even set a foot down that path.The fifth and sixth visits did not lead to anything interesting. One worker remained completely professional despite Belle’s efforts, my only explanation being that he was gay. The other was a complete creep. He tried several times to cop a feel even before Belle had started to ‘accidentally’ expose herself. She had to threaten to call me over to get him to stop. In the end, while this little game was not a complete failure, it was far from successful.We’d try again, with another handful of contractors, in early March, just before we did the renovation works ourselves, and lost this excuse, with much more success. One of them agreed to our proposal and filmed the sex tape we’d wanted. But I’m getting ahead of myself again. Belle’s show for the fourth guy was the only notable successful exhibition we would manage to do during the second lockdown, not counting a few virtual ones.The government decided we’d been ‘good boys’, and let us celebrate Christmas and New Year almost normally. But we expected them to reinstate lockdown soon after. And while we were no longer in lockdown, there was still a curfew in place, with special exceptions for the holidays themselves. So the occasions to play remained very rare.We helped Juliet move out between the holidays. Since her father was there, mostly to drive the rental truck, we thought our goodbyes would have to be a lot less carnal than we’d hoped. But once the truck was filed, Juliet told him to go ahead, that she’d lag behind for a few hours. The truck had barely left our street when all three of us dropped our clothes.There was a strange urgency to our last threesome for the foreseeable future. Every kiss was hungrier than ever, every caress closer to kneading than anything. It was as if we’d all forgotten the meaning of the word ‘restraint’, and let the animals inside take full control of our actions. Every possible permutation was tried, every erogenous zone stimulated, fondled, licked, sucked or fucked constantly. Somehow we were all trying to condense everything we could not do over the last months, and everything we would not be able to do in the coming ones, in a couple of hours we had right then.The girls came numerous times over the next few hours. I came three times, taking ten minutes of time off after each orgasm to recover while the girls kept fucking each other and rejoining them as soon as I could. I painted Belle’s tits with my last load, right after pulling out of Juliet’s ass. Juliet decided to wipe out the mess I’d just made with her tongue. Belle looked at me biting her lips in a mix of both arousal at the lewdness of the act and sadness at seeing her friend so desperate for more.I understood Belle’s feeling. While, ever since the first blowjob she’d given me, Juliet had never been against swallowing if I came in her mouth, she’d never really looked forward to it either. She did it because it was simpler than stopping. While I must admit that seeing her licking my jizz off my wife’s tits somehow turned me on, there was also something a bit pathetic to it.And somehow, it killed the mood for Belle and me. But neither of us wanted to let her leave unsatisfied, and while we knew we would not come again, we silently decided to focus all our attention on her. So, instead of taking a time-out, I gently pushed Juliet off Belle, rolled her on her back and dove between her legs, eating her out with renewed vigor.A few seconds later, Escort Sancaktepe Belle was beside me and whispered in my ear.”Roll her to her side, but don’t stop what you’re doing.”I did as she’d asked, and felt Belle’s body press against mine. I did not really understand what she was doing until, licking along the length of Juliet’s pussy, my tongue came in contact with Belle’s. We were eating Juliet out from both sides at the same time, something we’d never thought of doing before. Juliet came quite quickly, but we kept going. I felt her come again only a minute later, and again quickly after. She gently pushed both of our heads off after that.”Guys! Thank you for the attention, but I can’t take any more.”Belle and I chuckled, and without needing to plan for it, started to move up Juliet’s body at the same time, planting kisses along the way. As I was about to reach the level of Juliet’s breasts, Belle moved back, just enough to let Juliet roll onto her back, and immediately got closer again, looking me in the eyes. We reached Juliet’s nipples at the same time, licking, sucking and softly biting at each of them at the same time, eliciting a few moans from her.We moved up again soon after, finishing with a three-way french kiss. With everyone’s lust satisfied now, we just laid there cuddling for a long time, exhausted. After a while like this, Juliet snapped out of it and looked at the alarm clock. Over three hours had passed. She really needed to get going.There were a lot of tears from both girls as we bid Juliet farewell. Mine were only kept from overflowing by the idea that if I let them flow too, it would only make things harder for them. We parted on another three-way french kiss. Standing on the landing, Belle and I watched Juliet go down the stairs. She waved at us one last time from the first floor and left our lives, for now at least.Our mood was gloomy all evening. We ate leftovers because none of us felt like cooking. We watched a movie but would not remember much of it. We remained silent most of the time, talking only when we had to. As we went to bed, Belle cuddled against me, holding me tight. She caressed my cheek, before planting a soft kiss on it.”I’m sorry, Honey. I should not have called you ‘paranoid’. You were right when you said that it could end up hurting, for both of us.”That’s not what I’d meant back then and no apology was necessary, but yes…We hosted the New Year’s Eve party this year, with just our closest friends as guests, bigger parties still being forbidden. It was the first time in months we could really get together without having a curfew looming over our heads, so we just enjoyed each other’s company. Belle was wearing a black tight-fitting turtle-neck angora short dress, more like a very long classy pullover than anything, with stockings. She was wearing her metal slave collar openly over the turtle neck. One of the girls commented on it, thinking it was just a gothic piece of jewelry, and said it was ‘cute’. A few of the guys threw sideways glances at me, letting me know they suspected what it actually meant.A few times during the night, Belle reminded me that her outfit did not include panties, flashing me her ass or pussy when no one else was watching. She’d come to the conclusion that, even if we’d been caught by one of our friends, they’d probably dismiss our actions as some light foreplay. I knew deep down she wanted to get caught and questioned about it, to be able to come clean. I did not mind either anymore. But if anyone else caught a glimpse, we did not notice, and they never mentioned it. It was otherwise a very ‘vanilla’ party.After the guests had left, Belle handed me some sort of checkbook she’d made. It contained fifty-two coupons which I could redeem for ‘favors’, one per week, which ranged from nice attention, like a massage, to much hotter stuff, like anal outdoors with a facial ending. I was suggesting that I would do one for her too over the next few days when she handed me a stack of papers, another slave contract, set to begin immediately upon me signing it. The next thing I knew, Belle was putting a pen in my hand…As her month of slavery ended, Belle complained that I had not used her nipple clamps at all this time. I had done it unconsciously but guessed that the constant jingling of the small bells, which had been funny in the beginning, was now putting me off. Belle decided we should buy new ones, without this annoying characteristic.The statistics for the pandemic were not going the right way, and we expected to be once again put under more restrictions soon. So Belle suggested we visited the large supermarket-sized sex shop we’d spotted in the shopping district just outside of town, but never checked before, on the next weekend, while we still could.Since masks were still mandatory, she would be able to expose herself while keeping some anonymity, even if the shop was likely to have more patrons checking its wares during the weekend. And given its size, the shop should have a larger selection of nipple clamps to choose from. So we could have a bit of fun while buying what we’d need to have more fun later. I, of course, agreed wholeheartedly.On Saturday afternoon, while we were in the car, Belle showed me that she’d ‘forgotten’ to put underwear under her clothes.”Do you think we should report our visit until I’m more decently dressed?” She asked jokingly.”Well, if you want me to make a U-turn, it’s not too late…” I replied in the same tone.”No, I guess it’ll have to do,” she winked, then added, “I have another surprise in store, but you’ll have to wait till we’re there to discover what it is.”We reached the shopping district, the sex shop’s parking lot was far from full, but there were quite a few cars. I parked and we walked in. The place was huge, over three hundred square meters dedicated to sexy outfits, sex toys, and other items for very adult games. I counted six couples browsing the aisles, and four single guys, all ranging from their late twenties to early sixties.The central area was dedicated to clothing, and except for the fact it featured only sexy and fetish outfits, it looked very similar to any clothing shop. On the left-hand side were a handful of display cabinets, which would have not been out of place in a jewelry store, the only difference being these contained buttplugs, dildos, and other small items. The back wall was lined with shelves filled with the bigger items the store sold, dungeon equipment, blow-up dolls, and so on. An area in the right back corner was fenced in by folding screens, it contained the trial üsküdar escort stalls. Finally, along the right side were the cashiers’ desks, with a sales display in front.Ignoring the display cabinets to the left, even though what we’d come to buy was sure to be in one of them, Belle headed straight for the clothing displays. She browsed through them for a while, selecting a simple garter belt that would fit with a lot of her lingerie and picking up a pair of fishnet stockings, before stopping in front of a display presenting a waist-cincher corset, the kind that doesn’t cover the breasts.After a handful of seconds of looking at the display, a clerk came toward us, asking if we needed help. Belle said she liked the corset but having never worn one did not really know which size she should pick. The guy asked about her waist and hip measurements and handed her the right size, suggesting she should try it.We followed the guy to the area enclosed by folding screens, and Belle walked into one of the stalls, not bothering with closing the curtain, as had become her habit by now. The clerk’s eyes grew wide when Belle lifted her thick pullover over her head, freeing her heavy boobs, only to grow wider again when she pulled down her jeans, revealing she did not wear panties either. She was now wearing nothing but her mask. The clerk threw a questioning glance at me, I shrugged.”She does not wear underwear most of the time. Except in the bedroom…”Belle put on the garter belt first, then sat on the stool to put on the stockings, using this pretext to spread her legs and expose her pussy to the clerk. She put her high heels back on. Then she put on the corset. She called for help to tie it up, and the guy looked at me for permission before doing so, clearly not daring to get closer to my topless and butt-naked wife without my consent. I nodded, and he spent a good minute or so pulling on the laces to adjust the corset before stepping back. Belle checked herself in the mirror at the back of the stall, striking poses.Then she took two steps back, exiting the stall while still checking herself. A guy who stood in front of another stall, in which his girlfriend, or wife, was trying something on, looked her way and silently mouthed ‘damn!’ before quickly looking away.Belle pretended she was not sure if she liked it or not. I did, and I knew she did too. She turned towards me, striking another pose, legs slightly spread and arms raised, hands behind her head.”What do you think, Honey?”I checked her out for a couple of seconds, fully enjoying the sight of her uncovered pussy and boobs, before asking her to turn around. She complied.”You’re stunning, Babe.”She snorted, “You always say that!” She looked at the clerk, who was clearly struggling not to stare at her boobs, waxed pussy or bubble butt, “I need an objective opinion. What do you think?”He audibly gulped and checked her out very briefly, “I agree with your husband ma’am, it suits you.”Belle checked herself once more, slightly shaking her head no, and then turned towards the guy waiting for his partner.”Excuse me. Could you tell me what you think of this outfit? I’m not convinced about the objectivity of these two.”The guy had clearly been waiting for an excuse to openly stare. He checked her out from head to toe, taking his sweet time, before answering.”I can only concur with them, miss!””I don’t know, I feel like the outfit misses something…” said Belle before strutting out of the enclosed area.The clerk almost protested, opening his mouth to tell her something, but thought better of it immediately. Belle had left the area already anyway. We followed. Belle crossed through the entire shop, her high heels tapping on the tiled floor. Every eye was on her. I saw a woman placing her hand over her husband’s eyes, but she did so playfully, smiling, not really offended.Belle reached the display cabinets and scanned them quickly before finding the one containing the nipple clamps and other nipple jewelry. She bent over the display to look more closely at its contents. That’s when I saw the ‘surprise’ she’d mentioned in the car: her buttplug. I glanced at the clerk, he’d noticed it too. While I did not dare take a look around the store right at that moment, I’m pretty sure others did too. Belle tapped on the glass with a nail.”Can I try those?”The clerk hurried to her side. She pointed to a pair of nipple clamps linked by a length of silver chain. He opened the case and handed them to Belle. She put them on, pinching and pulling on each of her nipples to do so. The clerk readjusted his crotch at that point, his discomfort too big to keep any pretense of professionalism.Then Belle shook her boobs. She twisted her torso from side to side and slightly jumped, bouncing her tits. The clamps fell to the ground. The clerk reflexively bent down to pick them up. His face came within less than twenty centimeters from Belle’s pussy at one point, but he did not realize it. Once he’d stood back up, he twisted the small wheels which allow making the clamps tighter and handed them back to Belle.She put them back on, but I could see she’d put them on so they’d fall again if she did her little ‘trial-dance’ again. She did, and off they went again. Belle picked them up herself, bending at the waist, offering a good view of her buttplug to anyone who stood behind her.”I guess I’m doing something wrong… Could you show me how to put them on correctly?” She said as she handed the clamps to the guy. She put her boobs in his face, inviting him to put them on himself.The clerk blushed. He looked at me for my permission. I shrugged. It would be the first time since we’d been together that another man touched her boobs, doctors excepted of course. He leaned forward, pinched her nipples, pulled on them, and put the clamps on. He took each boob in his hand, as if he was weighing them, while adjusting the clamps, then leaned back. While he was touching her boobs, Belle bit her lips, looking straight at me.Once he was done, she did her trial dance again. The clamps held on tight now. She walked to a nearby mirror and checked herself out again, striking a few poses which enhanced her naked boobs and ass even further.”Now that’s better! I knew this outfit was missing something.”And she started strutting back towards the trial area, the chain linking her nipples silently swinging between her boobs. Two of the single guys had moved nearer to the path she would have to take to get back, and stared quite openly as she strutted by. One of them gave me an appreciative nod as I passed him.She got changed back into her winter clothing, and I agreed to buy her the whole outfit. We headed to the cashiers’ desks. The clerk ringed us. He put the nipple clamps in the bag without ringing them, and without a word, just winking at Belle as he did so. We walked out. We ran back to our car under the cold rain which had started pouring while we were inside and sat in.

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