Emma First Revealed 



   Craig and Emma had known their friends, James and Sharon for several
years.  They first met when Craig was working as a manager in a local
store. Sharon worked in the store and despite their manager/employee
relationship Craig and Sharon always seemed to spark.  Craig suspected she
had a thing for him.  She always seemed to be looking his way and, when
they were together, their chats always seemed to turn flirty.  It was Craig
who usually got embarrassed and backed off.  He had always been a little
reserved.  He was married anyway, otherwise he would have been very
interested in Sharon.  She was also aged 25 and was certainly good looking.
A brunette, around a size 12, narrow waist.  Overall she had a very
curvaceous figure.  Her breasts were an ample 36D and she had olive colored
skin and large dark brown eyes.

   After several flirty months Sharon left the store for an administrative
job in a neighboring town.  At the end of her leavers party she had tracked
Craig down tp the parking lot behind the restaurant.  Craig stayed sober as
he was driving but Sharon was pretty drunk.  She swayed over and politely
demanded a farewell kiss.  As she slumped into his arms they had ended up
kissing passionately.  Craig could feel her breasts pushing against his
chest.  His wife Emma had small breasts so this had been quite an unusual,
but very pleasant feeling.  They held each other tight and Craig could not
resist letting his hands fall down to squeeze her arse.  She felt good and
he got hard.  She must have been able to feel his erection pushing against
her.  Feeling suddenly self-conscious Craig stepped back.  He was married
to Emma after all.  Emma and Sharon had never met.  Now with Sharon going
to another town he was very tempted to take things further.  But he
couldn't be unfaithful to Emma.  It was too big a risk.

   Emma was a catch and Craig never understood his luck that she had stuck
with him all these years.  He was able to provide her with a comfortable
lifestyle, but he felt he wasn't a great looking guy.  He'd rate himself as
fairly average.  Average looks, average build.  Emma on the other hand was
gorgeous.  She was a true blue-eyed blonde, very slim with long, long legs.
Like Craig she wasn't tall at 5'3, but she was very cute and very petite.
Although her breasts were small at 32B she had an arse to die for.  It was
just the perfect heart shape.  At the top of her long slim legs her thighs
separated to a four finger wide gap right at the top.  Craig always felt
that if he somehow lost Emma he would never have such a lovely woman again.

   Five years later Sharon came back to town.  She was married to James
now. They had not sought each other out, but inevitably they ran into each
other in the shopping mall one weekend.  Craig introduced Sharon to Emma
and Sharon introduced them to James.  They exchanged small talk.  James
seemed like a really nice guy.  As they chatted Craig wondered if Sharon
thought about that last night.  Whether she had ever told James anything
about it.

   James had seemed very impressed by Emma.  Craig noticed him giving her
body several scans during their brief chat.  Some weeks later they ran into
each other again and this time went for a coffee.  Gradually over a few
months they became good friends.  Craig and James even went out together
for a couple of boys nights out.  Each time they'd had a nice enough time.
Though they didn't have a whole lot in common.  Craig noticed that James
had a habit of turning conversations around to asking about Emma.  But he'd
been able to manage to avoid revealing any really personal stuff.  Still,
it was very flattering to think that Emma was admired.

   It was a hot day in August.  James and Sharon had invited them over to
their house for the evening.  It wasn't the first time they had been there.
But their previous visits had been limited to a few brief `pop-ins' during
the day.  Craig was pleased that Emma decided to make herself look her
best. He was always proud to take her out.  She generally wore jeans for
everyday wear and seeing her in a dress or skirt was a fairly rare treat.
He got a real boost from being out with such a good looking woman.  He also
thought he would get a kick out of Emma being better looking than Sharon.
Though Sharon looked pretty good herself too.  Emma was quite shy.  But
Craig had managed to talk her into wearing her shortest skirt.  A black
pleated number that stopped half way down her to her knees.  Her gorgeous
arse held the material away from the back of her slim thighs so it swayed
when she walked, hugging against the curve of her buttocks with each step.
Under this she wore a simple white cotton thong.  She liked thongs and
Craig liked that she liked thongs.  Ordinary knickers had the habit of
riding up in between her cheeks as she walked.  Something she found
uncomfortable.  She finished off her outfit with a simple white cotton bra
and simple white cotton slim-fit blouse.  The bra made the most of her
small breasts and the blouse was cut low enough so show just a hint of
cleavage.  She looked fantastic.  Not overtly sexy but enough to turn
heads.

   They arrived at Sharon and James' house at 7pm.  James welcomed them in.
He stepped back to admire Emma, looking her up and down and telling her she
looked fantastic.  Craig felt proud.  James took them down some stairs and
into the den.  Craig had noticed the stairs before and had wondered where
they went.  They made themselves comfy on a black leather sofa.  James fell
into an identical sofa that was facing them.  He sat himself opposite Emma.
Craig watched to see if he glanced at Emma legs.  He did.  Craig didn't
mind that.  They chatted for a while and then Sharon appeared.  She looked
incredible.  She was wearing a tight red lycra top and obviously wasn't
wearing a bra as her nipples were clearly visible poking though the thin
material.  She also wore black lycra boy-shorts which could have passed for
underwear, mainly because of the lace trim that clung to the tops of
Sharon's thighs.  James made some comment about having been cycling and
Sharon had not had time to change yet.  Emma said that it was ok and
smiled. Craig figured she'd feel good that she was smarter looking.  Or
maybe she felt overdressed?  Either way, Craig was happy to keep glancing
at Sharon.  There was more than a hit of camel-toe from up there between
her legs.

   Sharon had bought drinks in with her.  Beers for the guys and very pale,
obviously very strong Bacardi-cokes for the girls.  Emma's expression when
she sipped hers confirmed suspicions.  Emma wasn't a heavy drinker by any
stretch.  They all chatted and had a few more drinks when the topic of chat
had turned to the internet.  James said they had bought some things that
week and Sharon looked a bit embarrassed.  She playfully slapped his thigh
and told him to "be good".  Craig and Emma looked at each other and smiled,
asking what they had bought.  With that Sharon reached over to a closet and
pulled out a cardboard box.  James said "oh ok, you are going to show off
our toys are you?" and Sharon threw back a wicked smile.  Emma and Craig
were definitely curious and sat forward on their sofa.  Sharon reached into
the box and brought out a pair of leather cuffs.  Clearly these were for
bondage.  Now Craig and Emma had tried bondage from time to time.  In fact
they had a very small collection of their own.  A belt with two wrist cuffs
to hold the wearers arms against their waist.  Also a pair of novelty
handcuffs and a blindfold.  They were good for playing around with but they
didn't get used by them much.

   So here they were in their friends den looking at a pair of leather
cuffs.  Oh we've got some like that said Emma.  Craig was surprised by this
revelation.  Emma was usually much more reserved than that.  It was
definitely the drink talking!

   "Oh really?" said Sharon, "we didn't know we were in the company of
experts!".  Emma blushed at that and said "well I don't know about that."

   "Come on then", challenged Sharon, "show us how these work then!  I
think they are for wrists."

   Emma managed to say "errrr, well..." before Sharon took her drink off
her.

   "Turn around Emma!" demanded Sharon.  She sounded so direct and
confident yet gentle and non-threatening.  Emma hesitated and looked around
at Craig.  He shrugged his shoulders, actually he was quite keen to see
Emma restrained in their friends den.  The idea did have some appeal.  Emma
turned around so she was sitting on the edge of the sofa and Sharon moved
to kneel down on the floor behind her.  She put one of the cuffs on Emma's
wrist and then pulled the other wrist behind the small of her back and into
the other cuff.  One pull of the buckles and Emma was secure.  There was a
laugh from Craig and James as they looked on approvingly.

   Sharon sat back next to James and said "I'll untie you in an hour!". 
They all laughed, including Emma, who then pointed out that she wouldn't be
able to finish her drink.  James had ended up holding her unfinished drink,
so he stood up and stepped forward.

   "Here you go Emma" he said and held her drink to her lips.  Before Emma
could say anything he started to pour the drink into her mouth.  Emma
gulped down as quickly as she could but could not help spilling drink down
the sides of her mouth and onto her white blouse.

   "Oh James!" moaned Sharon, in a not very convincing tone, "look what
you've done you clumsy idiot!".  James sat back down and apologized,

   "Sorry Emma, sweetheart, I thought you could drink like Sharon!" he
chuckled.  Craig had a laugh at this too.  Sharon feigned annoyance and
smacked James' thigh for the second time.

   "Lets take those cuffs off," said Sharon, returning to kneel at Emma's
feet.  Emma turned around and Sharon took the cuffs off.  "Yes, lets try
these instead!" called out James as he pulled out a leg spreader bar from
the box.

   "Ah, well, we haven't got one of those", said Craig, "that's a rather
serious bit of kit you have there."

   "Certainly is", added James, "wasn't cheap either." It didn't look
cheap. The bar was shiny chrome; about 2 foot long with a double leather
cuff at either end.  Emma said, "Oh no, you're not putting that on me!"
Craig was finding this little bit of fun quite exciting and was starting to
feel stirrings in his groin.

   "Come on Emma, you might get Craig to buy you one if you try it." said
Sharon.

   "Oh....  go on then!" sighed Emma.  With that Sharon tied one of Emma's
ankles to one end of the bar.  The bar hadn't looked that long but when
Sharon moved Emma's other ankle apart to fix it into the other end Emma's
legs were spread wide.  She was still sitting on the sofa and Craig noticed
she had to hold her knees together to stop her knickers being visible.  He
was getting hard now.  He wondered if James was.  Sharon had a rather
wicked look on her face.  "Right then", she said, sounding very pleased
with herself, "lets have those wrists again!".  Emma offered her right
wrist to Sharon who pulled it down to the cuff next to her right ankle. 
Emma let out a nervous sounding giggle.  Sharon then reached over and
pulled Emma's left wrist down to the cuff next to her left angle.  Emma was
forced to bend forward with her shoulders close to her knees.  Luckily her
body covered the front of her skirt, her chest being pulled against her
thighs.  Even so Emma was trying to pull her knees together, without any
success now as her knees had settled under each armpit.  Her upper body was
stopping her from keeping her legs closed.

   "How does that feel?" inquired Sharon.

   "A little tight, but ok", said Emma, slightly quietly as she was talking
to the floor between her feet.

   "They have to be fairly tight otherwise you might escape!" joked James.

   James and Craig had been sitting back with their beers and looking on
with a mixture of curiosity and mild arousal.

   "Lets see if those wrists are fastened securely", said Sharon and she
gently pulled Emma off the sofa and forwards onto the floor.

   "Ohhhh!" gasped Emma as her she landed on her knees luckily onto the
soft rug in between the sofas.  Her restraints meant that her shoulders
landed just after her knees.  There she was, sort of kneeling on the floor
with her arse sticking up high in the air.  From Craig's position he could
see right between her legs.  The white cotton of the thong was pulled tight
over her pussy lips and this was very revealing as the material was thin.
You could make out the darkness of her slit through the stretched cotton.
The string at the back of the thong was...  well pretty much the width of
string.  Craig could make out the darker skin around Emma anus on either
side of the material.  Thankfully, from James' and Sharon's position they
didn't have the benefit of this stunning view.  Craig didn't know what to
do now.  He found this very exciting.  He could rescue his wife by pulling
her back onto the sofa, or unfastening her wrists.  But he sat there and
said "well that is a lovely view I have now!".

   "Oh lets see!" says James moving to stand up.  But Sharon pulled him
back down.

   "No you don't, you naughty boy!" she said.  Emma was kind of laughing
during this.  Well it sounded like one of those nervous laughs, perhaps
slightly forced.  Craig guessed she didn't feel too happy being in that
position.

   "Aren't you going to help me back up?" Emma asked Craig.

   "What, and lose the gorgeous view?" said Craig.

   "You bastard!" said Emma, still sounding fairly good natured.

   "A bastard am I?  Well try and do it yourself then Emma." said Craig. 
With that Emma shifted her weight right back so she could try to kneel with
her body in an upright position.  But her arse came up against the edge of
the sofa.  So instead she fell forwards back into her previous position. 
As she did her skirt ended up falling right along her back toward her
shoulders, revealing her fantastic arse to everyone.

   "Whayyy...." cheered James and Sharon.

   "What?" asked Emma, not realizing.  The she clicked, "Oh shit cover my
arse Craig!" she demanded.

   "Well you didn't say please, so no!" said Craig, lamely grasping for a
reason to see where this was going.

   "Bastard!" cried Emma, now sounding a little more upset.

   "Another beer Craig?" asked James.

   "Yes please mate" Craig responded.  With that James got up to get more
beers.  As he did he turned to look directly at Emma's arse and the thin
strip of white material stretched over her pussy.

   "Oh my that certainly is a great view!" he said and darted out of the
room.

   With James gone Craig thought Emma might feel less exposed now.  She
didn't say anything more anyway.  But she shuffled forwards and turned to
be side on to both sofas.  James returned with two fresh beers and handed
one to Craig.  He sat down next to Craig this time.  He had a better view
of Emma's arse from there Craig realized.

   "Hey Emma, you sit next to Sharon " James said, adding "oh, well try to
anyway!" they all laughed again.  Well all except Emma.

   "The new spreader certainly seems to be holding her firmly" said Sharon.

   "Certainly a good test of its wrist securing abilities" added James.

   Emma moved her weight back and pushed down with her knees.  It took some
effort judging from the grunting noise she made.  She just managed to get
herself into an upright, kneeling position, balancing her weight between
her knees and feet.  Her hair was a mess.

   "There, no thanks to you bastards!" she shouted, adding a triumphant,
"Ha!"

   "Well if you are going to talk to us like that..." said Sharon as she
stood up behind Emma and gently pulled her shoulders back.  Emma let out a
little squeal as she slowly rolled backwards until her back was flat to the
floor.  This time she had ended up in a very compromising position, right
there between the two sofas.  Her ankles still locked into the spreader bar
kept wide apart; her wrists locked into position next to her ankles; the
view of her long legs, held down so her knees were pressed into her chest,
her bare buttocks visible to all made.  She was quite a sight.  There was
silence in the room while they took in the view.  Sharon talked first,

   "I'm going to get another drink, do you guys want more beer?"

   "Yes please love", says James.

   "Me too", adds Craig.

   Sharon turned to Emma as if nothing was unusual, "another drink for you
Emma?"

   "Er...  yes please, though drinking it may be a problem right now", said
Emma trying to sound light hearted.

   "Thats ok gorgeous", joked Sharon, "I'll bring you a straw."

   "errr...  thanks", says Emma, sounding rather hesitant.

   When Sharon left the room James looked down at Emma and said "well Emma
you look comfortable there."

   "Ha, you think so?  Its a little drafty." Emma replies.

   "Nice thong by the way!" says James cheekily and with a wink.

   "Oh glad you like it" says Emma in a slightly sarcastic tone.  "Craig,
are you going to just let me lie here like this?"

   "Well I could help you out but if I'm going to buy us a spreader like
maybe I should see it in action some more."

   Emma didn't respond.  She just glared a little and frowned to herself.
Craig could see she wasn't happy.

   Realising she was on her own, Emma wriggled around to try and get onto
her front again.  She felt completely vulnerable lying there.  There was no
way for her to cover up the front of her thong and it was clear from the
fixed stares of Craig and James that they were getting an eyeful.  Craig
was certainly getting an eyeful.  He could see Emma's white thong pulling
tightly against her pussy lips outlining the shape of her most intimate
place.  What made the spectacle even better was how Emma was wriggling.  In
trying to get back onto her front she was moving her legs and twisting her
back.  Her blouse was getting all crumpled up and her movement was making
the elastic edges of her thong go slightly loose, lifting away from her
skin threatening to give a glimpse underneath.  With one final grunt she
was finally able to roll onto her front again.

   Craig guessed she felt less exposed like that compared to when the front
off her thong had been on display.  But really she ended up with her arse
in the air again with her pussy, arse and buttocks again on display, all
covered by a very thin strip of white cotton.  This time she had also
rolled right toward James' feet, and was resting against his leg.  She was
breathing heavily from the effort.  Her blouse had also now risen up and
her skirt was resting on her back, the T-bar of her thong clearly revealed.
Craig felt an ache in his hard cock and his heart was thumping.

   Sharon returned with the drinks.

   "Emma, you slut, you can't resist showing us your fantastic arse can
you?", teased Sharon.  Craig was surprised by Sharon's language.

   "lt is such a great arse isn't it?" added James.

   "Lets try this out then" said Sharon reaching into the box once more and
pulling out a black cane.  It was about one foot long and had a small
square of, leather at the end.  Emma tried to turn to see what Sharon was
holding but in her present position her face was held down against the rug.

   "What is it?  " she asked.

   "Well let me show you", said Sharon clearly getting excited by the
situation.  Sharon went to stand over Emma who could now see the black
cane.

   "Don't you fucking dare!" yelled Emma sounding quite annoyed now.  But
that was not going to stop Sharon.  Whack - she brought to end of the cane
down onto Emma's arse.

   "Fuck!  " yelled Emma as the cane struck home and her whole body jumped.
Craig had thought Sharon had just tapped Emma gently.  But a square of red
skin on Emma's otherwise pale buttock suggested otherwise.

   "Fancy a go Craig ?" asked Sharon.  Craig thought it might be a good
idea to take the cane off Sharon, so he nodded and Sharon passed it to him.
He could not resist waving the cane a few times making swooshing Sounds in
the air.  He looked down at Emma who was still breathing heavily from more
futile attempts to get free.  To move further away from James.  Or avoid
any more smacks on her arse.  Or both of these things.  From her
expression, she had lost too much strength and was pretty much helpless. 
Craig leaned forward and brought the cane down onto her other buttock. 
Again Emma jumped and squealed.

   "You fucking wait until I get out of this!" Emma yelled, now sounding
quite angry.

   "Well we better not take them off yet then." laughed James.  "Where is
that collar?  " he asked.

   "Craig are you just going to sit there?  " pleaded Emma.

   "Well I might learn something about bondage " came Craig's rather weak
reply.

   Emma just sighed.

   "Bastard!" she muttered.  Craig was not sure but she did not seem to be
asking directly for help.  So he decided to see what Sharon would do next.

   Sharon had been in the box again.  "This collar?  " she asked trying to
sound innocent.  She did not wait for an answer before tossing the collar
to James.  He caught it slickly and said

   "Yeah that's one.  "

   Emma was still lying chest down on the rug.  Her ankles and knees were
on the rug but her thighs were vertical, her back arched, her arse high in
the air.  James leant forwards though he remained seated on the sofa.  He
gently tucked one end of the collar underneath Emma's neck.  It came out on
the other side and he fastened the buckle.  Emma appeared to have decided
to keep still during this.  Then he said,

   "Lets move these out of the way" and he teased Emma's blouse down off
her shoulders.  Emma began to wriggle and protest but that did not stop
James.  He pushed her blouse down her arms her shoulder blades were
visible. Then he deftly tucked his fingers under Emma's bra straps and
pulled them far down her arms over the blouse material.  Emma shouted,

   "Hey don't do that!" But it was done.  James sat back onto the sofa.

   "That looks nice." he said with a satisfied expression.  Craig looked at
his wife lying there with her virtually bare arse in the air and now in
danger of losing her bra and thought "yes she fucking does ".

   "What else is in the box?" asked James.

   "There is this thing, which I have no idea about" said Sharon.  She held
up a short metal rod with two clips near each end.  Near the middle it had
another, shorter rod at right angles to the main rod.

   "I did not order that," said James, "is it on the invoice?"

   Sharon reached into the box and pulled out a sheet of paper.  "Lets
see", she said running her finger down the list.  "Did you order a 'tit
teaser' James?  "

   "No l didn't" said James with a frown.

   "Oh I see", said Sharon, "its a free gift because our order was greater
than $100".

   "Cool", said James, "lets try it out on our pet slut here".

   "No way", shouted Emma, her words partly muffled by the rug.  "Any way,
you can't get to my tits because l am lying on them dumb ass!" her words
tailed off as she realized that she had virtually challenged them to get
her tits out.  Craig realized the implications of her comment too and his
cock throbbed and ached all the more.  Surely they wouldn't, would they? 
Should he finally step in to stop the fun?  Surely it was all just harmless
mucking about?  He decided to see what would happen next.  He could always
stop things at any time, he thought.  The idea of Emma's tits being on show
was very exciting.

   "Well that's a good point Emma", continued Sharon , "I suppose we need
to move you.  Ok boys I think we need to do some heavy lifting!"

   "What's the plan?" asked James, "how do you want her?"

   "Tits on show would be a good starting point." mocked Sharon with a
little laugh.

   James stood up.  For the first time it was clear, very clear to Craig
that he was as excited too.  He had an impressive bulge in his pants.

   "How about over against this wall?" he asked.

   "Ok lets try that." said Sharon.  "Come on Craig, don't just sit there."

   Craig stood up too.  He was immediately conscious of his own erection,
which caught Sharon's eye too.  She gave him a knowing look.

   "Lift her shoulders gently and sit her up against the wall here."
commanded Sharon.  Craig and James leant forward to lift Emma.  James slid
his hand under her armpit.  Craig noted that he pushed her blouse and bra
strap down a little in the process.  Craig did the same thing.  Together
they gently lifted Emma off the ground until she was able to take some of
her weight on her knees.  Craig noticed that Emma's blouse had fallen down
at the front.  With all the wriggling it looked like she had lost a couple
of buttons.  The cups of her bra were clinging to her breasts but without
the straps the top half of her breasts were clearly visible.

   Emma decided to put up a struggle at this point and shook her shoulders
to try and break free.  But the guys held her firmly.  Emma's hair was very
messed up now and falling in front of her face.  She tried to blow it away
and was frowning and swearing.

   During her struggling Emma blouse had ended up right down around her
waist and down her arms.  Her bra was hanging on though, despite the straps
hanging loosely down her arms.

   They had moved her back to the wall and leant her against it with her
feet flat on the floor.  Her wrists were still firmly tied to her ankles
though so her knees were being kept high up against chest.  Again the front
of her white thong was clearly on display.  But in this position her
stomach was pushing down on the material slightly.  So it was no longer
stretched taught across her pussy.  In fact it had a slight amount of slack
and was slightly hanging away from her smooth lips.  Emma didn't know this
though.  But it was clear to Craig that James had noticed.  He kept his
gaze fixed to the scene between her legs.

   "That's no good." complained Sharon.  "Her knees are blocking her tits
in that position." With that Sharon pulled her knees down until they
touched the floor.  This caused Emma's back to arch so her tits were
standing out well.  "There we go!" said Sharon in triumph, "I'll just sit
here to keep her knees down." With that Sharon sat herself down facing
Emma, effectively sitting on Emma's lap, though she had to squat down with
her own legs apart to keep balance.

   In her latest position Emma's skirt had fallen down and was covering her
thong.  But the new target of attention was her tits.  James was holding
the 'tit teaser' and waved it in front of Emma and Sharon.  Sharon took it
from him.

   "Don't you dare, I fucking mean it" yelled Emma.  She really didn't seem
keen on this.  She hadn't been sure they would go though with this, but now
she was sure they would.

   "Hey Craig, undo her bra for us." directed Sharon.

   Craig hesitated.  So far he hadn't actually done much, though hadn't
acted to stop much either.  If he undid the bra it would be clear that he
was an active participant in this game.  He let his dick do the thinking
and reached around Emma's back.  She just glared at him.  But then the bra
was undone and Craig watched as it fell away from her breasts.  Now fully
on show, her nipples were standing proud.  Perhaps she was a little excited
too?  Emma turned her head to the side, blushing bright red with
embarrassment.

   "Lets see how this little toy works then." said Sharon pulling yet
another item from the box.  She held up another pair of leather cuffs. 
These one separated by a short metal chain.

   "Thanks," said James, as casually as if he'd been passed the salt at
dinner.  He attached one of the cuffs to Emma's arm just above her elbow.
As he did this he pushed her blouse further down her arm so if was below
the cuff.  Then he reached down to the spreader bar and un-cuffed that
hand. With the arm now free he pulled it behind her back so he could fix
the empty cuff to her other arm, again just above her elbow.  Because
Emma's other wrist was still attached to the leg spreader she had to twist
her upper body to one side, facing James.  Craig could see Emma's stiff
nipples grazing the front of James t-shirt.  Finally James released Emma's
other wrist.  Her arms were pinned together behind her back but she was
able to stretch tired muscles including her legs, which had been kept bent
for a while now.  Sharon stopped holding Emma against the floor, allowing
her to lift herself into an upright kneeling position.  Craig looked at his
wife.  Still in the leg spreader with her shoulders held back, her tits
forced to stand out proudly.  Her skirt had fallen back down now.  So at
least her thong was covered.  But her bra and blouse were gathered around
her waist.

   "Lets try this tit teaser then", said Sharon.

   "No fucking way!", yelled Emma now sounding plain angry.  Sharon ignored
her protest and reached forwards to grab one of Emma's nipples.  Emma
quickly dodged to one side and tried to stand up.  But with the leg
spreader still in place she could not balance and slumped forwards.  Sharon
caught her, cupping her hands over both of Emma's tits in the process. 
Emma was lowered to a face down position on the carpet.  She kicked her
feet against the floor in frustration.

   "Lets get her back onto the rug." suggested Sharon.  Without waiting for
Craig to react James and Sharon grabbed a shoulder each and dragged Emma
back toward the rug.  Craig watched, as Emma was dragged he saw that her
blouse was pulled down further until it left the end of her arms.  Her bra
was also left behind on the floor half way to the rug.  Craig knew that
Emma was now completely naked from the waist up.  Though as she was lying
face down it was not obvious...  yet.  Craig then noticed Emma's skirt. 
The dragging had pulled this down too, though it remained halfway down her
lovely arse.  It looked like the widest part of her buttocks had just
managed to prevent her from losing it completely.  It also looked like the
side straps of her thong had been pulled down a little.

   "How's that arse?" asked Sharon, "Does it need a few more smacks?".

   "Lets see", said James, and he quickly tugged on the hem of her skirt.
With a little jiggle of her buttocks the skirt came free and James pulled
the skirt right down as far as her knees.  Which was as far as the spreader
would allow.

   "No don't!" squealed Emma with a mixture of surprise and humiliation.

   "Does the sluts arse need some more whacks?" asked Sharon.

   "I think so!" replied James.  Craig expected James to reach for the
cane. But instead he used his bare hands on Emma's helpless arse.  James
grabbed roughly at one cheek and then gave it a sharp slap, letting his
hand rest where it landed.  Then he jiggled Emma's buttock so her whole
arse wobbled comically.  Emma moaned in protest as James mauled her
buttocks.  James ignored her protest.  He gave Emma two more firm slaps and
another jiggle.  The narrow strip of thong was in danger of, moving
sideways out of her crack.  Craig knew that it would then let them all see
his wife's most private parts.

   "So lets have those nipples out", said Sharon pretending to sound
impatient.  With that James gave Emma one final, harder smack making her
squeal.  James reached around under her arms to lift her onto her feet. 
Craig noticed that he grabbed both Emma's tits in the process.  When Emma
was on her feet both tits sported a reddened outline of James groping hands
proof of his deed.

   Craig's mind was reeling.  He looked again at the scene before him.  It
seemed hard to take it in.  Emma was standing now, in a leg spreader,
wearing just a thong, which he could now see was definitely hanging a
little loose.  Her skirt was uselessly slung between her knees, her arms
pinned pack, thrusting her naked tits out in front of her.  She was still
breathing hard and her nipples were red and swollen.  Craig again wondered
if she was turned on.  She certainly did not seem to be protesting as much.
Or maybe she just didn't think it would make any difference?

   Sharon took charge again.  "Put her on the hook!" she commanded.  Craig
did not understand.  But Emma did not like the sound of that.  She tried to
move away from James who was still standing behind her, staring at her
arse. She only managed to lift one of her feet off the ground before James
had stepped forwards and wrapped his arms around her.  To Craig he seemed
to be getting bolder and he held her tight.  Emma must be able to feel his
erection pressing into the small of her back and his hands again grasping
her tits.  Craig noticed that he was opening and closing his fingers over
her hard nipples and breathing on her neck.  Craig watched, as Emma seemed
to slump down, letting James take her weight.  James maneuvered her over to
a wall on the other side of the room.  For the first time he noticed a
discrete but sturdy hook on the wall.  Sharon stepped over already holding
a short length of leather with metal trigger clips at each end.  She hooked
one clip onto the chain on Emma's arm cuffs and pulled Emma slowly back
towards the wall.  The spreader bar made Emma hobble, which caused her tits
to bounce.  James helped her by cupping each breast and gently steering her
as she made little steps back.  Craig noticed that the front of Emma thong
was also loose enough to swing slightly as she moved.  He guessed there was
a finger width gap where the material should have rested against the
outside of her labia.  The thought made his cock ache and throb.

   Sharon lifted Emma's arm cuffs so that she could clip the other trigger
clip to the wall.  This lifted Emma's arms higher forcing her to lean
forward slightly.  James released her tits, which looked like they had been
further abused and pulled.

   "Finally!", Sharon said, "I get to see how this tit teaser works." She
stood in front of Emma who now made no effort to resist.  Sharon attached
the first clip to Emma's left nipple.  Emma took a sharp intake of breath
and bit her lip.  She moaned as Sharon lifted the other end of the bar to
align its clip with her other nipple.  The action caused the first nipple
to be twisted a little.  When Sharon let the bar hang free it pulled Emma
breasts down.  Again Emma moaned but this time it was a lower, longer moan.
Distinctly like a highly aroused moan.  Craig noticed Emma's eyes were
closed.  James was openly massaging his cock through the front of his
trousers.  Craig started to massage his own cock.  Sharon lifted up the tit
teaser and undid a small screw in the centre.  She turned the crossbar
until its flattened end was pressing against the skin between Emma's
breasts.  "I think I've worked this little toy out." she said.  She
extended the cross bar and Emma let out a squeal as her nipples were
stretched forward.  With a deft turn of the screw Sharon stepped back.  The
fiendish tit teaser was revealed.  It was pulling Emma's nipples by an
amount determined by the adjusted length of the crossbar.  Emma was
breathing very hard now and moaning continually.  She appeared to tremble
and threw her head back.  Her pelvis was slowly thrusting back and forth
against some invisible object.  Craig couldn't believe it but it appeared
his wife was going to come because of this treatment.

   Sharon reached forward saying, "Hey Emma you are in danger of losing
your thong." With that she pulled Emma's thong up, gripping the side
straps, lifting them high up either side of her body.  Emma let out a moan
as the white cotton pulled tight across her pussy.  She pushed forward
against the increasingly translucent material breathing in short,
stuttering gasps.  Craig saw that James had pulled down the front of his
pants and shorts and was blatantly wanking his cock.

   "Oh Emma!" mocked Sharon.  "you've made your thong wet..."

   Craig saw a clear wet patch on the front of Emma's thong.  "...let me
take care of that for you."

   With that she very slowly pulled the side straps of Emma's thong down
off her hips, down onto her spread thighs.  Emma thrust her pussy forwards
as the top hem of her thong stretched over the bulge of her pubic bone.  As
she pulled her pussy back the thong's hem left her skin as Sharon continued
to slide the thong down.  As a breathless Emma thrust forwards again the
top of her slit was revealed and her engorged clit peeked out between red,
swollen labia.  Criag had never seen his wife pussy looking so hot.  Sharon
continued to slide the thong down to Emmas spread knees.  Craig was himself
trembling now as adrenaline surged through his system, his heart thumping
in his chest.

   "I think you should give her a very good climax Craig," said Sharon,
"then she might forgive our little game."

   Craig fell to his knees in front of Emma and gently licked up and down
her labia.  Emma kept moving her hips to position Craig's tongue deeper
into her pussy.  But he wanted to make her wait.  He took one labia into
his mouth and gently sucked on it.  Reaching up with his hand he was amazed
at how wet she was.  He rubbed a thumb on the skin between her pussy and
her anus.  It was slick with her juices.  Emma's breathing was fast and
shallow as his thumb slid easily into her dripping pussy.  He circled his
tongue around her clit and Emma shuddered.  When he took her clit into his
mouth and sucked on it she moaned loudly and her body tensed.  Her moaning
paused as all you could hear was Emma's rapid, short pants, followed by a
loud and prolonged moan as her climax took hold.  Craig felt her pussy
gripping his thumb over and over as waves of pleasure swept through her
body.

   After her climax Craig untied Emma's restraints.  As she stood up her
skirt and thong fell to the floor.  She simply stepped out of them and they
held each other tightly, her skin glistening with sweat.  Then he carried
her over to their sofa.

   Looking over he saw James and Sharon were looking rather smug.  James
said,

   "Well now, we can't let Sharon get away with that.  Lets get her Craig!"

   ==== the end ===