Jan’s new neighbours (F/FM)

[Janbound]

"You know what, Karen?" Andrew said, popping open the second bottle of wine with a celebratory flourish, "I think this is going to be the start of something amazing."

Karen, her short curly hair bobbing as she laughed, raised her glass. "To new beginnings!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jan, their divorced fourth year old neighbor, chuckled warmly. "Cheers to that!" she said, her smile a little more knowing than Andrew or Karen had seen before. She took a sip of her wine, her eyes lingering on the couple. They were both in their early thirties, full of life and obviously eager to explore the adventures that their new home had to offer.

Having moved into their new house a couple of days ago they had been invited to dinner by their new neighbour Jan, aged 40 and quite curvy with shoulder length blonde hair usually in a pony tail or bun. They had brought a bottle of wine and dressed smart casual for August. Andrew wore polo shirt chinos and deck shoes, Karen shirt red dress, tan tights and heels. They weee met by Jan who wore a pale blue knee length sleeveless summer dress with white flower patterns and was barefoot. Karen and Andrew quickly removed their shies too.

SUMMARY^1: Andrew and Karen, both in their early thirties, are at dinner with their new neighbor Jan, who is 40 and has long blonde hair. They're all feeling festive and discussing their excitement for new beginnings in their lives, which Jan seems to understand more deeply than they do.

As the evening rolled on, the conversation grew more intimate. Jan spoke of her own adventures, hinting at secrets she had yet to reveal. Her children were off travelling the world with friends when they should be studying for their university courses, leaving her with the house to herself. The candles on the dinner table had burned down to stubs, casting a warm glow across their flushed faces.

The wine had done its job, loosening their inhibitions and teasing out the hidden desires they had only whispered about in the privacy of their own bedroom. Karen's curiosity piqued, she slipped away to the bathroom, her stocking feet silent and slipping slightly against the hardwood floor. Spying in the bathroom cabinet to see Jan’s beauty products, she found a set of handcuffs lying innocently on the shelf. Intrigued, she picked them up, the cold metal sending a thrill through her.

Returning to the dinner party, she held them out to Jan, her voice playfully accusatory. "What's this?" she asked, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and excitement. Jan's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but she met Karen's gaze with a sultry confidence. "A little something to keep life interesting," she replied with a knowing smile. "You and Andrew ever played with these?"

SUMMARY^1: The conversation becomes more personal, revealing Jan's adventurous nature and her empty-nester status. Karen discovers handcuffs in the bathroom, leading to Jan admitting she uses them for spicing up her life. She inquires if Andrew and Karen have ever tried them, to which they confess their inexperience but express curiosity.

Andrew's eyes widened, his interest piqued. "Karen, have you been holding out on me?" he teased, raising an eyebrow. Jan's admission had opened a door to a world of unexplored possibilities for the couple. They had always talked about their vanilla sex life with a hint of curiosity about the kinkier side of things, but had never quite dared to take the plunge.

Karen's pulse quickened as she handed the handcuffs to Andrew. "Well, we've never been tied up before," she admitted, her voice a little shaky. "But it's something we've talked about."

Jan leaned back in her chair, butting her bare feet on the table and crossing them, hands behind her head, her deep blue eyes gleaming with interest. "Ah, so you're both curious," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Why don't we indulge that curiosity together?"

The room grew quiet, the hum of the crickets outside seeming to echo the sudden stillness within. Andrew and Karen exchanged glances, their excitement building as they considered Jan's offer. The wine had done more than just loosen their tongues; it had unlocked a sense of adventure that they hadn't realized they had. Karen bit her bottom lip, the handcuffs now resting in Andrew's hand. "Okay," she whispered, her voice a mere breath. "But only if Jan shows us how it's done."

SUMMARY^1: Andrew and Karen, feeling bold from the wine, confess they've talked about but never tried being tied up. Jan, seeing their curiosity, suggests they explore this kink together, which leads to a tense silence as they contemplate her offer. Karen, with a hint of nervousness, agrees under the condition that Jan demonstrates.

Jan's smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. “Andrew, take your shirt off,”. Andrew pulled his polo shirt over his head, now sitting at the table bare chested. “Karen, put the hand cuffs on Andrew, behind his back.”

Karen's heart raced as she took the handcuffs from Andrew. Her fingers trembled slightly as she placed them around Andrew's wrists, clicking them shut with a finality that sent a shiver down her spine. Andrew leaned back in his chair, a look of excitement and apprehension on his face. Jan then stood up and took Karen's hand, leading her to the sofa. "Now, let's get you comfortable," she murmured, her voice a soft purr that sent a thrill through Karen's body.

On the sofa, Jan began to undo the buttons of Karen's red dress, her movements slow and deliberate. Karen felt the fabric slide away from her skin, revealing her tan tights and the lacy black lingerie she had chosen for the evening. Jan's eyes raked over her body, taking in every detail with a hunger that made Karen's breath catch in her throat. She could feel the heat between her legs, the anticipation building with every passing moment.

“Andrew. Come here.”

Andrew, his eyes locked onto Jan’s, obeyed, his bare feet padding across the floor to the sofa. Jan’s eyes never left his as she followed his movements, the anticipation in the air thick and palpable. “Kneel”. Andrew knelt down as Jan crossed her left leg over right. “Lick my feet.” She commanded.

Andrew, bare chested and barefooted on his knees before his wife and neighbour leant forward and tentatively began to tentatively lick Jan’s big toe. Jan flexed her foot back and spread her toes. “You can do better than that.” She said. Andrew moved his face forward and began to suck on her big toe.

Turning to Karen, now standing in a pair of tan tights, her lacy blacked panties shoeing through, and a black bra, Jan instructed her to go up the stairs to the first room in the right, check under the bed and bring the two sports bags down with her. Jan watched as Karen half walked, half slid across the polished wooden floor, a mix of nervous excitement and trying to maintain poise.

When alone with Andrew, Jan uncrossed her legs and squeezed his face between her bare feet. “With your hands tied behind your back, you’re going to have to learn to use your mouth for everything but speaking. Lick!” She grinned mischievously and pressed her right foot against his face.

Karen returned carrying two heavy bags and placed them on the floor. “Hands on head” said Jan as Andrew continued to suck her toes. After a few minutes she turned to Karen obediently standing in he tights and underwear, hands on head lifting her boobs slightly and said simply “bra off!” Andrew turned to watch which hit a poke in the chest from Jan’s toe. “I didn’t say stop!” She said.

Andrew began licking again as Karen removed her black lacy bra and stood facing Jan. “open the green bag.” She was instructed. Karen unzipped the top to see a whole array of ball gags, coils of rope and all manner of restraints. “Put it up here.” she patted the seat next to her. Karen obeyed and Jan began rummaging through until she held up a black leather blindfold. “Put this on him. His eyes wander too much.” She said to Karen.

Karen approached Andrew with the blindfold in hand. He paused his toe sucking and allowed her to tie it securely around his eyes. “Good girl.” Jan purred. “Now, let’s get you secured. Come here turn your back to me.” Karen obeyed and Jan took a length of rope and began tying her hands behind her back, palm to palm, fingers interlocked and wrapped five times cinched twice. “Stand over there.!” She indicated and Karen obeyed. “Stop.” She instructed Andrew.

The couple remained as they were, Andrew kneeling, Karen standing, both with hands tied behind their backs. Jan moved the coffee table, indicated that Karen should kneel next to Andrew then sat back with her feet up. “Lick.” She commanded. And her two slaves obeyed.

After several minutes of teasing and giggling in Jans part she told Andrew and Karen to stop and then told Andrew to stand up. Hands behind his back and blindfolded he was a little unsteady but managed to get up. “Karen. Take his trousers off.” Kare went to stand up. “With your teeth.”

Karen leaned over and began to bite at Andrew’s belt. After two or three minutes she managed to un buckle it, having to pull with her mouth. She then really struggled with the hook, eventually burying her face in his waste-band and un hooking it. The zip started to loosen and Karen managed to get Andrew’s chinos down to his ankles crawling round on her knees to pull them down. Jan then told Andrew to step out of them, up and Karen to stand up.

“Andrew. Take Karen’s tights off.” Andrew faltered getting to his knees blindfolded without the use of his hands and turned to Karen.

Andrew leaned in, his breath hot on Karen’s stomach as he began to nibble at the top of her tights. He felt the fabric give way as he worked his way down, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. Karen’s legs quivered slightly, her breath hitching as Andrew’s mouth moved lower, his nose tickling her thighs. Finally, the tights slithered down her legs, around her ankles.

Karen lifted her left foot up. “Just pull down now.” She said to Andrew.

“Don’t help him.” Snapped Jan. “No talking or I’ll have to gag you.”

Andrew struggled unable to see what he was doing. Eventually he managed to pull the last bit of nylon off Karen’ right foot, leaving her in just her black lacy panties. Jan’s eyes gleamed with approval. She searched in the bag and pulled out another blindfold which she fastened round Karen”s eyes. Jan then removed her own dress, over her head and threw it onto the sofa, followed by her bra, so she stood only in her white lace knickers. She walked round her two blindfolded neighbours. “Karen. Take his boxers off.”

Karen felt her way down to Andrew’s waistline, her hands shaking with excitement. “With your mouth.” Shouted Jan.

She knelt again, unsteady now blindfolded as well as tied, and found the elastic waist band. She grasped in in her teeth and pulled her head down. Andrew took a sharp intake of breath as she pulled down, his cock springing free. Karen felt it, warm and hard on her face. Jan was watching intently, her hand sliding into her knickers. “Now, take them off completely.”

Andrew felt Karen’s teeth on his shaft, his eyes wide open, blind to everything but the sensation of his wife’s mouth on him. He could feel her pulling down and eventually felt cool air on his balls. He stepped out of his boxers and they were tossed aside.

Jan walked around the pair, her own arousal clear as her breathing grew shallow. She approached Andrew, her hand sliding down her own body until it was hovering just above her mound. “Take her knickers off now.” She instructed.

Andrew, his cock standing proud and his senses heightened, dropped to his knees and reached out blindly for Karen’s lacy underwear. His bound hands found the elastic and he began to nibble it with his teeth, feeling the fabric stretch and contract as he worked it down. Karen’s breathy moans guided him, her legs spreading slightly to aid his task. Finally, the black material gave way and he pulled her knickers down, exposing her smooth, shaved mound to the warm evening air. As manner was kneeling, Andrew struggled to pull the black over her knees but eventually managed to pull it one her feet leaving Karen naked like him.

The sound of Jan’s hand moving against herself grew louder as she watched the couple, her own desire stoking the flames of their curiosity. “Good. Now, Andrew, Karen, stand up and Kiss.”

Andrew and Karen stumbled into each other, their blindfolds and bound hands making it a challenge. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing as they felt their way around each other’s mouths. Jan watched, her hand moving faster as she leaned back on the sofa, her legs spread, giving the two a full view of her wetness if they could see.

“Face me.” Jan stood up and walked around the couple. She paused to run her hand down Adam’s penis and cupped his balls before giving a big squeeze.

Andrew gasped, his body jolting at the sudden contact. “Good boy.” Jan murmured, her voice thick with desire. She turned to Karen and slid her fingers into her crack. “Mmmm. You’re soo wet. Bad girl, been having naughty thoughts..” she slapped Karen’s bottom.

Karen let out a sharp squeal. Jan’s touch was like electricity, setting her skin alight with a need she hadn’t felt in years. She leaned into the slap, her body responding in a way that surprised and excited her. Andrew’s cock twitched at the sound, his desire growing stronger with every passing moment.

Jan stood facing Karen, their boobs bouncing off one another as she kissed her, her hand continuing to squeeze Adam”s organ.

“Love the feel of that?” Jan whispered in Karen’s ear, her breath hot and sweet from the wine.

Karen nodded, unable to form words. Jan’s hand moved away from Andrew’s cock and she bent over beginning to lick his nipples, her boobs still bouncing on Karen's. Reaching into the bag she produced a pair of nipple clamps joined by a chain.

"Open your mouth, Karen." Jan instructed. Karen did so and Jan placed the chain in her mouth. She then attached the clamps to Andrew’s nipples, tightening them until Andrew winced. “Bite down on that chain if it gets too much.”

The metal was cold and hard in Karen's mouth as she tasted the faint metallic tang of the chain, as the clamps pinched Andrew’s nipples. The pain on Andrew's face was clear, even with the blindfold on, but he remained stoic, his body taut with excitement.

"Now, let's see how much of a good girl you really are," Jan murmured into Karen's ear, her breath warm and tickling. Jan's hand hovered over Karen's plump, exposed bottom, the anticipation building until finally, she brought it down with a sharp crack.

Karen yelped, the sudden sting taking her by surprise. But instead of pain, she felt a rush of heat, a thrill that made her legs wobble. She jerked her head back involuntarily. Andrew's cock jerked in response, the metal clamps biting into his flesh as Jan's hand slapped his wife’s bottom again. Jan's hand hovered again, this time landing a little harder, the sound echoing through the room. Karen's breath hitched, her body tingling with excitement. Andrew's chest heaved, the sensation of the cold metal clamps sending waves of arousal through him.

"Mmm, you're both doing so well," Jan cooed, her voice a seductive purr. She took the chain from Karen's mouth and gave it a little tug making Andrew moan. "How does that feel, Karen?"

Karen, her face flushed with a mix of arousal and surprise, nodded. "It's... intense," she managed to murmur.

Jan smiled, dripping the chain and reaching into the bag once more. "Let's even the playing field, shall we?" she whispered, pulling out another set of nipple clamps. She stepped behind Karen, her bare feet brushing against the cool floorboards. Karen could feel Jan's warm breath on her neck as the clamps were attached to her own sensitive nipples, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of Jan's touch.

The sensation was surprisingly intense, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body. She gasped as Jan tightened the clamps, the chain connecting the two pairs jingling with each movement. Jan stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Look at you both," she said, her voice thick with desire. "Such obedient little toys."

Jan rummaged in the bag, holding two objects in her left hand. With her right hand, a firm grip on both chains, Jan began to tug, leading Andrew and Karen up the stairs. Each step was a challenge, their blindfolds and bound wrists making balance precarious. They stumbled and swayed, their bodies entwined by the chain that connected them. The sound of their heavy breathing mingled with the squeak of all three sets of bare feet on the polished wooden steps.

Reaching the top, Jan guided them into a large, dimly lit bedroom. The scent of jasmine candles filled the air, hinting at the room's usual purpose. She directed Andrew and Karen to stand at the foot of the bed facing each other. Jan climbed up on the bed, reaching a small chain hanging from the ceiling which she clipped onto both sets of nipple chains of her captives.

The sudden tug on their sensitive flesh had both Andrew and Karen gasping, their bodies drawn closer together by the relentless pull rising up on their toes to relieve the pressure. Jan reached down and grabbed Andrew's cock, giving it a firm stroke.

Jan jumped down from the bed and stood behind first Andrew then Karen, fastening a bright red ball gag in their mouths. She turned to Andrew, stroking his cock with her hand then whispered in his ear, "Now, darling," she murmured, "You're going to touch your wife’s pussy with that while I watch. But you are not going to cum.” Jan stood back , removed her own knickers, throwing them to the floor and gently massaged herself as she watched.

Andrew's breath was ragged and muffled behind the gag as he felt Jan's hand on his shoulder, pushing him forward towards Karen. He stumbled slightly, his legs unsteady with excitement. Karen's breasts were pushed together by the clamps, the chain connecting them swinging slightly as she breathed in through her nose. Jan guided his cock to Karen's pussy, which was already slick with desire.

"Good boy," Jan murmured, her hand on the back of his neck as she pushed him into her. The sensation of Karen's warm, wet folds around him was overwhelming, and Andrew had to bite down on the ball gag to keep from moaning out loud. Jan stepped back, her eyes glinting in the candlelight as she watched them, gently stroking herself.

Karen's knees buckled slightly as Andrew's cock slid into her, the chain between them jingling as he advanced. She could feel the tension in his body, the restraint of his bound wrists and the struggle to maintain his composure. The pain from the nipple clamps had turned into a sweet ache that only heightened her arousal.

"Good," Jan purred, stroking her own wetness. Jan walked forward placing her arms round them she began to tickle their bottoms.

The sensation of Jan's fingers dancing over their sensitive skin was too much for Andrew to bear. He tried to pull away, but the chain connecting their nipples held them fast, forcing him to rub against Karen with every giggle. Karen squirmed in delight, her muffled giggles vibrating against Andrew's chest as Jan's tickling grew more insistent. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of excitement and the thrill of the forbidden.

With a sly smile, Jan reached into the bag once more, pulling out a shiny black paddle. She gave it a flourish, the candlelight catching its smooth surface. "Now, let's see if you can really keep your composure," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Karen's heart raced as Jan took a step back, eyeing her two bound captives. Without warning, the paddle cracked against Andrew's bottom, leaving a red handprint that stood out starkly against his pale skin. He grunted into his gag, his eyes squeezed shut below the blindfold in a mix of pain and pleasure. Jan's eyes flicked to Karen, gauging her reaction.

The sound of the paddle meeting flesh echoed through the room, a rhythmic punctuation to the panting and squelching of their bodies moving together. Karen gritted her teeth with a mix of fear and excitement. Jan's arm swung again, this time aiming for Karen's plump cheeks. The impact was swift and sharp, sending a shockwave through her body that made her pussy clench around Andrew's cock. She yelped, the sound muffled by the gag, and Jan's laughter danced around them like a sinister melody.

Andrew's cock grew even harder as he felt the sting of the paddle on Karen's bottom. He could sense Jan's growing excitement as she took turns smacking them both, the occasional stroke landing on their clamped nipples, sending waves of pain and pleasure that melded into one delicious sensation. Karen's moans grew louder, her body moving more urgently against his, trying to find the sweet spot that would take her over the edge.

But Jan was in no hurry to let them find release. She knew the art of delaying pleasure, of building the anticipation until it was almost unbearable. She stepped back, the paddle still in her hand, watching the two of them as they struggled against their restraints. "You've suffered enough," she said, her voice a low, seductive whisper. "But you’re not ready for release just yet."

Andrew and Karen's eyes met, the connection between them stronger than the chains that bound them. They knew what was coming next, and their bodies were primed and ready for it. Jan's eyes gleamed with a sadistic delight as she moved closer, her bare breasts brushing against Andrew's back, her nipples grazing his as she reached around to caress Karen's face.

Julie climbed off the bed and approached the couple, her naked body a vision of authority and desire. She unclipped the chains from the ceiling, allowing their nipple chains to drop with a clink of metal. "Now, let's see how you handle this," she whispered, her breath warm against their ears.

With a deftness that spoke of experience, Jan began to wrap ropes around their elbows, pulling their arms back tightly until their chests were almost touching. The chains connecting their nipples were now trapped between their bodies, adding a new dimension to their bondage. Andrew and Karen could feel the tension in their shoulders and chests, the ropes digging into their skin just enough to remind them of their vulnerability. Jan stepped back to admire her work, her eyes roving over their bound forms with a hungry gaze.

"On the bed," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. They stumbled towards the massive four-poster, the mattress calling to them like a siren's song. Jan positioned them so that their ankles were crossed and secured them together with another length of rope. She then wrapped more rope around their knees, cinching them tightly, forcing their legs to stay in place.

Jan dimmed the tights so they were just lit by candles and surveyed her two naked, bound, gagged, blindfolded new neighbours. She climbed into bed between them. Pausing only to place a small, smooth buzzing object between her own legs, she lay back, one hand on Andrew’s shaft, one finger in Karen”s slit, closed her eyes and all three friends began to breathe faster and heavier.

[Reidy]

I need to move into your neighbourhood.

[jone123]

interesting story