Page 8 of The Facilitator, Part 3

“Thank you,” Lauren replied.

“I’d suggest you make yourself comfortable in the bar. I’ll let you know when you’re needed,” Veronica said.

“Needed?” Lauren asked and I wondered if that had confused her, I hoped so.

I placed an order for a glass of wine and a whiskey over ice. Lauren sat on a barstool in a room already half full. The tinkle of laughter and cutlery on china suggested the dining room was also full .

“Are we…?” she started, and I placed my fingers over her lips.

She sipped her wine and I stared at her. “I can see you change,” she whispered, and her voice took on a husky tone.

“Good,” I replied.

There were times when I loved to dominate my wife, to have her exceed her perceived limits, and take her to heights she’d never explored before. There were times I liked to revisit experiences that had her screaming out my name. This however, would be a first for her and my excitement was mounting.

Veronica returned with a small paper bag, she handed that to me, with a key.

“Bring your wine,” I said, sliding from my stool.

Lauren smiled as we made our way to the sweeping oak staircase. She ran her hand along the cool wood as she took each step up. She paused on the landing, allowing me to guide her and smiled when she arrived at a room.

“My heart is racing,” she whispered.

“Turn around now if you don’t want to do this,” I said, she shook her head.

I opened the door and allowed her to walk in first. The room had changed since we’d last visited the club.

Instead of the St. Andrew’s Cross there was a square frame, the rack it had been called, that was suspended from the ceiling.

She walked toward it and frowned. She ran her hands over the stainless steel and I watched her.

“Don’t speak unless I tell you,” I whispered. “No names.”

Already I could see her hands shake a little. She turned to face me. I dipped my hand into the bag and pulled out an ornate lace mask. I placed that over the top half of her face and tied it securely. I placed a similar one on myself.

“Naked,” I commanded. She slowly undressed. I told her to leave her shoes on. For what I planned for her, I needed height.

I rolled the sleeves of my shirt up to my elbows and watched her lick her lips. Lauren had a thing for my forearms and I wasn’t going to discourage that.

I walked to the glass panel in the wall and I flicked a switch. A red light came on both sides.

The glass lightened slightly. Whoever was on the other side had opened the heavy red velvet drapes. From that moment on, we would be watched until I decided we wouldn’t.

Another light illuminated that the microphone was also on. They’d hear us as well as see us.

I stalked toward her and watched her swallow hard. I picked up her wrist, bringing her knuckles to my lips. I kissed and then licked down her finger, sucking one into my mouth. She closed her eyes at the sensation .

“Step on the platform,” I whispered.

I raised her wrist and attached her to the rack by a cuff.

I did the same with the other. Both arms were secured above her head.

I lowered myself, running my hands down her sides, over her hips, and then her thighs.

Her muscles quivered. I slid my hand around her ankle and moved her foot to the side.

I secured her there, repeating the process ever so slowly with the other.

When she was secure, I turned the frame so she was facing the window.

She wouldn’t see them, but they’d have a clear view of her.

Obviously, I knew who was on the other side of that glass.

I wasn’t allowing just any fuck to watch my wife.

They were a new couple to the club, young, married, and entrepreneurs.

I wanted their first experience in voyeurism to be one they’d remember.

More importantly, I wanted my wife’s first experience in exhibitionism to be one she’d not forget.

I walked to the cabinet and opened a bottle of water; I took a gulp and kicked off my loafers.

I opened the cupboard and retrieved a paddle, a flogger, a remote controlled vibrating egg, and a butt plug with lubricant.

I placed them all on the bench next to her.

I held the bottle of water to her lips, allowing the water to drip down her body while she drank. The room was already hot and humid.

I picked up the egg and, making sure to stand to one side, pushed it inside her. There was no need to lubricate; Lauren was already so wet. I held the remote and clicked a button as I stood back.

She gasped and closed her eyes. She clamped her mouth closed, remembering my instruction not to speak, but she moaned.

“That’s good, yeah?” I whispered and she nodded. I clicked on to the next setting and she gasped.

I left it running while I picked up a flogger. It was my favorite item to use on her. The strands could produce such exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time. I trailed it over her chest, across her breasts and down her stomach. I wanted her to just feel the leather on her skin.

Lauren had wanted me to fuck her while someone watched, I wanted more than that.

I wanted to make my wife come so hard they’d see her orgasm. I wanted them to hear the slap of leather on skin, the sound of my cock pounding her pussy, and I wanted them to be so aroused by that.

I was turned on by the power I held in that room and the one next door.

I flicked the strands of leather against her skin and she arched her back. She bit down on her lower lip. I flicked again, a little harder that time. Her nipples hardened and I wanted to suck on them, but I didn’t. Instead, I teased the strands of leather over them .

I chose a different setting for the egg and she cried out that time.

I could see her strain to close her thighs, to give herself some relief and I slapped the flogger against her inner thighs in punishment.

Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed, she was absorbing all the sensations I was giving her.

She’d never looked as beautiful to me. Her skin had pinked, sweat had beaded on her forehead from the humidity, and her stomach muscles tensed and relaxed.

She wanted to writhe, to move, but she couldn’t.

When I slapped the flogger against her pussy, she cried out loud.

“Quiet, or I’ll gag you,” I said. She panted and I knew she’d never manage quiet.

I gently turned the rack around. She was facing the mirrored wall and her ass was facing the window. I ran the flogger down her spine, causing her to shiver. She moaned quietly as the egg carried on stimulating her inside.

I picked up the paddle, and without warning, I slapped her ass cheek. She gasped at the sting, moaned against her clamped teeth, and more so when I lowered to lick over the reddened flesh.

I did the same to the other cheek and she couldn’t contain her cry that time. I knew if she wanted me to stop, she’d tell me. I trusted her to know her limit and I admired her time and time again when she exceeded that. My stomach lurched when I heard a small voice speak.

“More,” she whispered.

I pulled the egg from inside her, a strand of her juices followed and I was desperate for that. I moved in front of her and knelt. I held her ass and I forced my face into her pussy. They’d see my tongue as I licked and sucked, they’d hear the noises and the moans I made at the sweet taste of her.

I reached for the lubricant and squeezed it over her ass and then I inserted the silver butt plug. When I stood, I stared straight into her eyes, she gave me a smile and a small nod. She reached forward to lick her juices from my lips; our guests would have seen that in the mirror.

The vibrator was the next item I selected.

I switched it on and at first, I ran it over her back and across her ass, removing the plug as I did.

I lowered it and slid it across her opening, teasing her clitoris with it.

The chains her legs and arms were secured with rattled, that sound traveled straight to my cock.

I pushed the vibrator inside her, rotating and sliding, using my finger to tease her clitoris at the same time. She gasped for air, straining against the rack. I walked the rack around so she was facing the glass and I fucked her with the vibrator. When she was about to come, I pulled it from her .

“No!” she hissed and I chuckled.

The wrists cuffs were holding her up, her legs were shaking as her denied orgasm affected her. “Please,” she whispered.

I released her arms first and then her legs.

Before she fell, I carried her to the bench and laid her on her back.

She was sideways on to the window that time.

Her legs hung off the sides of the bench and I pulled her down toward me.

That was why I wanted the heels, her hips were raised off the bench and at a perfect height for me to fuck her.

While she ran her fingers over her pussy, I pulled my shirt over my head.

I slid my trousers off and wrapped my hand around my cock.

I reached under her and raised her farther, teasing her clitoris while she stroked.

When I entered her she sighed. She was hot and tender, swollen and wet. Her pussy was home for me.

I moved slowly, pulling out as far as I could, letting our guests see how slick my cock was before pushing roughly back in. Her hands gripped the side of the bench to steady herself.

I repeated that over and over until slow wasn’t what I needed.

I pounded into her, fucking her through an orgasm and not stopping, not even when she wanted to sit to ease the ache in her stomach.

I leaned forward, holding my hand on her chest to keep her down.

She screamed out, I moaned, not caring about being silent.

I knew she wouldn’t shout my name, although I struggled not to call out hers.

“Harder,” she demanded.

Sweat rolled down my body as I pulled out of her. “Turn over,” I growled out the command, pleasuring myself while I waited.

Before she’d even rested down, I grabbed her ass and held it high.

I plunged into her again, adding a finger to her asshole as I did.

She held herself on her forearms and I wrapped my hand in her hair, I pulled her head back.

I fucked her harder than I had before. Sweat stung my eyes, blinding me.

My hair stuck to the back of my neck and it rolled down my body.

She screamed out over and over and her voice bounced off the walls, driving me on faster and deeper.

I removed my finger from her ass and held her hip, she was starting to shake, and I wasn’t sure how long she’d hold on.

She came so violently that she squirted over my cock. I let go of her hair and she rested her forehead on the bench.

“Oh my God,” she said, over and over.

Only then did I give in and my release came shortly after. I slumped over her back, desperate to catch my breath. I reached over to the wall and slammed my hand on a button. The glass would opaque, the show was over .

The red light switched off, which also indicated the sound was muted. I pushed myself up and kissed her back. She cried softly, exhausted from her orgasm.

“Stretch,” I said gently, and while she did, I dripped a soothing lotion over her skin. I smoothed the lotion over her, kissing it as I did.

She turned over and I repeated the process. She had placed her forearm over her eyes and pulled her arm away. I kneeled beside her.

“Hey,” I said, and she turned her head to look at me. I ran my thumb under her eyes to dry her tears.

“Oh my God,” she repeated and then chuckled. “Are they gone?” she asked.

“They can’t see us now,” I replied.

“I didn’t think about them, not once,” she said, and then chuckled.

“That’s good.”

“I don’t think I can stand,” she laughed as she spoke.

“Just rest, although, can you sit up?”

She did and winced as her pussy hit the leather. I handed her a bottle of water. I sat astride the bench facing her, and we just smiled at each other.

“I like that…thing,” she said, turning to look at the metal contraption.

“The rack,” I replied, laughing. “It swivels, obviously, but it can be raised, lowered, I can have you suspended facedown, although I can’t imagine that’s comfortable.” I chuckled at the thought.

“Well, I like it,” she said. She reached forward and moved some hair from my forehead. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Although I’m not ticking that off the list just yet,” she added with a smirk.

I reached forward and removed her mask before my own. “We’ll keep these, I think,” I said.

When she felt her legs were steady, we headed to the en suite and showered. I wrapped the fluffiest of towels around her and for a moment we sat and let the air dry us. She pulled her hair into a topknot and then we dressed. She hesitated by the door.

“Lauren, I imagine they’re long gone,” I said. She got the shock of her life when she stepped out, however.

In the hallway, having just left next door, was the couple.

“Oh, crickey,” the woman said, holding her hands over her face. “You can’t see me,” she said, and then laughed.

Lauren laughed with her. “I was about to say the same.” She walked toward the woman and pulled her hands from her face.

“Hi,” she said. “This isn’t embarrassing, honestly.”

I chuckled and took Lauren’s hand. “Thank you,” the woman said.

“You’re welcome and I hope you enjoy the full facilities of our club,” I said. Both women giggled as we walked away.

We didn’t stay for a drink, just handed the key to Veronica. “I’d like to keep those masks,” I said, as I kissed her cheek.

She hugged Lauren and nodded to me. An hour later we were home and I carried Lauren to bed.