Farren walked from room to room checking every detail of the newly renovated two-level barn. It had taken the better part of the year to transform the one-hundred-year-old wooden structure into the erotic playhouse of sexual decadence that she was now walking through and creaming at the thought of all the breasts, nipples, cocks and tongues that were going to be darting, flitting, lapping, and fucking here in just a few hours.
Farren, Gemma, and Chad had spent copious hours redesigning the massive 2200 square foot barn. What had begun as a fantasy Farren had shared with her throuple partners at last year’s New Year’s Eve party, had now become a reality that Farren was very proud of.
Night after glorious night, they had discussed, sketched, and tried (often via makeshift prototypes) their carnal ideas before coming to mutual agreement. Once complete, it had taken weeks to find the right contractor and then several more weeks going over every detail with their contractor to ensure their vision was understood. As the client, and official designer, Farren had worked closely with the contractor and her crew over the past ten months, three weeks and six days to make their fantasy a reality.
Tonight, not only would they be bringing in the New Year with three other couples and one throuple, but they would be christening the barn with what would be everyone’s first orgy. Farren wanted to make certain of everyone’s comfort so that they would be at ease to fully let go and enjoy all that was in store for them.
Farren walked back to the main house with a broad smile and large, hard nipples that ached. Inside the six-bedroom Victorian Nova Scotian home, each of the six, over-sized fireplaces had been lit, and stacks of firewood placed nearby for ease of stoking. The scent of warmed cedar and pine wafted throughout the three-level home which, when accompanied by warm brandies, Farren was certain would loosen men’s ties and women’s inhibitions—not that these women needed much cajoling.
Elaborate six-foot candelabras were strategically placed near mirrors to reflect soft light into the decadently decorated rooms, while eighty singular white candles of varying sizes glowed in every corner and on every ledge. Outside, white candles glistened brightly inside ice sculptures that flanked the double driveway and the cobblestone path that led to their front door. Farren had decided it was best to hire an extra just to keep watch of the fireplaces and the candles.
She also had hired a male stripper to greet each guest at their car and carry their overnight bags inside. She had him dressed in black tie and jacket, no shirt. She felt certain his presence would cause a twinge under many a dress. He’d already taken care of her twinge…and Gemma’s…twice.
Satisfied that everything was in its place, Farren paused in front of the floor to ceiling Louis Phillipe gold framed mirror situated in the grand foyer to check her makeup. She smiled approvingly at her elaborate Victorian attire. Chad had been the one to choose tonight’s theme. He loved everything Victorian and she loved to please Chad. She had spent the afternoon at the hair salon getting her hair put up in a loose bun atop her head, then home to put on the blue satin and black lace, over-bust, steel boned corset she’d ordered off Etsy for the occasion. It was appropriately named “Temptation.”
It fit Farren like a glove, accentuating her breasts and sculpting her waist and stomach to a flattering hourglass figure. She flattened her palms and smoothed out the floor-length black velvet Victorian bustle skirt that was draped over her forest green satin underskirt, and smiled, pleased with herself.
Gemma, running up from behind her, grabbed hold of her breasts. “These look absolutely divine, lovey! I want them in my mouth now!”
“Oh, Gemma! Don’t! The guests will be here any moment and I want to look my best.” Farren pulled up on the corners of the corset while looking at herself in the mirror.
“You couldn’t look any more beautiful, my darling,” Chad said entering from the servant’s stairs with a broad smile on his face.
Farren looked at him and motioned to his lip where he missed wiping a bit of cum that had already crusted. He looked at himself in the mirror and wiped it away smiling.
“She did gush,” he said, laughing. “Come now, give me a kiss ladies before our guests arrive and we’re all fucking someone else!”
Chad didn’t wait for a response. He pulled them in close and their fleshy tongues reached out for the others. The four scantily clad maids lined up on the stairwell waiting to be introduced to their couple all giggled. Then, in chorus, cooed, “Awwww.”
“Oh, Chadwick! Now I’ve got to fix my lipstick!” Farren hurried off down the hall to the main bathroom to fix her makeup leaving behind a mocking Gemma. Chad swatted Gemma on the ass and told her she best behave or he’d have her stripped and put in the corner to be played with all night but without an orgasm. Gemma stopped immediately; she intended on having many an orgasm tonight.
Chad turned swiftly and went after Farren. He arrived just before she applied her lipstick. He pulled her to him, holding her tight to his chest by the small of her back, and then he kissed her until she melted in his arms. He then loosened his grip, but still held her close as he stared into her hazel eyes.
“I love you, darling. Thank you for all you do.”
“Oh, Chadwick. You…”
Before Farren could finish Chad pulled out a gift from behind his back. “For you.”
“Chad! What on earth?! We weren’t gifting…I mean.”
“Farren, darling,” Chad said interrupting her, “… open your gift before the guests arrive and my hand is up someone else’s skirt.”
Farren knew it was useless to argue with him and he knew Farren couldn’t resist opening a gift. She opened the box and inside was a white leather collar with an “O” ring in the center. She flipped it over and found an inscription. “You’re mine. My Queen. My Darling. You’re mine.”
Tears began to form, and Chad quickly swept her up in his arms. “Now, now. You know you’re going to ruin your makeup if you start crying, Darling.” He twirled her around before setting her back on her feet. “Let me help you put it on, shall I?”
Chad picked up the collar and moved in behind Farren and buckled it up. He then reached in his pocket and Farren felt a little zap in her neck.
“What the fuck?”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Mine. You’re all mine. And when I want you, I will buzz and you will come. Because I love you, darling. Because I love you more than I can bear sometimes. Please tell me you will wear it.”
Farren picked up the lipstick and began applying it without answering him.
“Farren, please, darling, don’t make me beg.”
Just then the doorbell rang and Farren tried to leave the bathroom, but Chad put up his arm to block her way.
She considered pushing it away, but he looked at her with those fucking puppy dog eyes that showed his love more than any dog collar leash did. Besides, she always intended on saying yes. She loved that he’d bought it for her, and that he waited until the last second to gift it, and that he wanted everyone there to know she belonged to him.
“Yes. I’ll wear it.”
“Yes, you’ll wear it,” Chad waited for her to say it.
“Yes, I’ll wear it, my king,” Farren put extra emphasis on ‘king.’ “Now get out of my way, our guests are here.”
Farren moved past him and Chad swatted her behind and they both laughed their way down the hall.
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Farren had met Chad a little over two years ago on an online poetry site. What began as exchanging comments on each other’s work slowly evolved into privately exchanging erotic stories. It was just supposed to be fun, two writers flexing their prowess. With Chad living in the United States and Farren in Canada, the thought of anything more didn’t cross their minds.
But somewhere along the line, it morphed into a black lace love affair. Farren was the first to admit her feelings and was crushed to learn he wasn’t free to love. She’d tried to end it then and there, but she was pulled back into his world of erotic decadence time and time again—he was a dangerously delicious addiction.
In time, their online chat sessions left them both wanting more. So, Chad had set up a safe, live video stream where they could finally see each other. They both had a voracious sexual appetite and most days they watched each other masturbate but they soon found that too wasn’t fulfilling. Chad then encouraged Farren to hunt for a woman who would be willing to be a part of their lifestyle. Within a month, Farren had found Gemma.
After chatting a few times online, Gemma and Farren had decided to meet at a bar in Hubbard’s called the Shore Club. Farren felt it was safe since it was a very public place, and she knew the bouncers there as well as a couple of regulars that she used to hook up with occasionally just for a fuck. Chad didn’t like her fucking other men. In truth, she didn’t like fucking other men. But she did love women and Gemma was bi and big breasted with a bottomless sexual appetite!
They hit it off immediately. Within a half-hour they were in the bathroom eating each other’s pussies; then back out to the dance floor where they practically fucked each other, Gemma rubbing her cunt on Farren’s leg until she came. Gemma then had looked Farren in the eyes and told her she wanted to get down on her knees and lick her right there. Farren kissed her and with her body, pushed her off the dance floor and back to their table. There they found three drinks waiting for them bought by various men that no doubt wanted to see more.