She watched me as I placed the ropes around my girl friends arms, sitting obediently as the show began and watching as I bound my love together firmly and tightly. We had always talked about wanting an audience and knowing that we can entertain seemed to stimulate her further. And I couldn't help but agree. But she knew the rules.

No touching, no commenting, no judging. She was to watch and enjoy herself. If we wanted her to join afterwards, that was fine. But she was to obey those wishes before we could move forward.

My girl friend was bent over, her face in the pillow, ass in the air and a wide smile on her face as she watched our guest. She had fallen in love with reaction videos, and this was the next best thing. To see not just the wonder in another womans eyes, but the lust to grow there as well.

My hands began to work from there. Swatting her ass, flogging her back, caning her upper thighs. The sound of her moans and painful gasps echoed through the room and seemed to pierce through our guest. She stared at us, her eyes no longer on the nudity of my love, but on the pure joy on her face.

Especially as soon as the Hitachi made its appearance. Tying the toy into place, I began my show all over again. Swatting, flogging and caning. All the while gripping her hair and forcing her to look into our guest's eyes.

She was drooling slightly as her eyes glazed over, but she focused on our audience once more to find her hand under her pants line. We had told her that she had permission to enjoy herself as long as she didn't touch, which she took to heart.

Wasn't long before her shirt and bra were off and her pants just below her thighs. She worked herself over and over, almost frantically as she tried to keep up. The way she bit her lip, the way she made squeals of her own...it was like a two way show.

Again I began, grabbing the toy and beginning to ramp up the volume, causing shock waves to pass through my love. The moans seeming to send our guest into a fit as well, and a moment later, we watched her buck and moan as she threw back her head, rolled her eyes back and spasm harder than ever. We watch as she climaxes through her fits, and as I was enjoying the view, I feel the sudden bucking of my love.

The site of another woman screaming her pleasure and edging herself to our show was the last straw to push my lover over her own edge. The moans seemed to join each other in harmony, and before long, were replaced with deep, ragged breathing. Turning the toy off, I watch as both women lay there, almost completely spent of everything they had when my voice finally found me. "So, are you interested in playing as well?"