Wall Art

Today's request let me use a piece of a equipment that I really, really wish I had. One that costs more than some cars, that I would love to at least try, but have never had the opportunity.

It also brings up a point about consent: consent involves EVERYONE in the scene. If someone doesn't know what's going on, they don't consent. (that'll make sense at the end of the story). That's why I don't like public scenes. The other people in public didn't consent to be a part of it. (play parties are different; everyone knows what they're getting into).

Okay, enough preaching. Let's enjoy some 'outsider art.'

Wall Art

The sound of the door closing woke Pamela up. She opened her eyes and moved them around the room. The view hadn't changed, and she couldn't turn her head. She took as deep a breath as the tube allowed, and waited for what she knew was coming.

She glanced over at the bag of Saline; still half full. Evan hadn't been gone all that long. It was still moving through the tube and under the seal of the bed, the needle still safely lodged in her arm. No need to move. No need to eat or to drink. All she had to do was be there. Which was good; she really couldn't do all that much.

She tried to move, but the rubber didn't give. There was no air between the sheets, and no chance of moving. She could use her pinky to press the button on the switchblade if she wanted. That would cut the rubber, which would let in plenty of air and make it pretty easy for her to get out. With the bed unsealed, it took her less than five seconds to get out of it; they'd practiced.

But if she did that, she'd ruin the bed. No idea if they could ever fix it, and it was really expensive. Worth destroying in case of emergency. But not otherwise.

The bedroom door opened, and Evan came in backwards, his mouth locked to the lips of another woman. Pam tried to make out as many details as possible, but everything was hazy through the rubber. She could tell the girl was a brunette. That she was taller than Pam. That she had big breasts. Her imagination filled in other details to make her look like a cheap hussy, a dirty slut from one of those porno sites who told their parents that they were 'entertainers' instead of strippers and hookers.

The girl pushed Pam's husband on the bed. He kicked off his shoes and they both tossed their shirts to the side. The girl stopped and looked at Pam.

“That is really creepy,” she said.

“It's just art,” Evan told her. “Don't worry about it.”

The girl stepped closer, investigating. She was close enough to kick, but Pam couldn't move an inch. She concentrated on holding still, closed her eyes. “It looks so real.”

Evan laughed. “I know,” he said. “Almost like there's a real person in there.”

“There isn't, is there?”

“No,” Evan laughed again. “No way a real woman would ever agree to something like that.”

“Why is that tube there?”

Pam held her eyes shut as her air was suddenly cut off. If it went on too long, she'd flick open the knife and escape. Then stab the bitch about to sleep with her husband.

“Don't do that.” She heard the sound of skin on skin, and knew Evan had pulled the little harlot's hand away from the tube. “It's very fragile. Don't touch it.”

“Why do you have it?”

Their voices were moving away, but Pam kept her eyes closed, just in case.

“I like the idea of someone watching me.”

“Kinky.” The girl said it with a seductive tone that almost made Pam laugh. Little ditz had absolutely no idea. The voice came closer. “It just looks so real.”

Another sound of skin on skin. “Seriously,” Evan said. “Don't touch it. One little hole could ruin the whole thing.”

“Is it expensive?”

“The rubber is,” he said. “The form inside is essentially worthless. But the rubber part is expensive.”

The girl take a deep breath. Pam smelled her cheap perfume even over the rubber the little idiot was clearly smelling. “I don't know why, but it kinda turns me on,” she said.

“Good,” Evan was clearly leading her away from Pam. “That's why it's there.”

“Can we pretend that there's really someone in there?”

He laughed. “Sure, if you want. Pretend all you like.”

Pam opened her eyes when she heard the bed creak. She opened them slowly, so it wouldn't be all that noticeable. But the girl was facing away from her; all Pam could see was her back, and the little dark blob of the tramp stamp tattoo at the bottom, just before the curve of her ass. She could see the slut's legs wide open, and Evan's legs sticking between them.

The bed creaked again and again as they moved. From the sound of it, either Pam's presence really did turn the girl on, or she was faking her enjoyment in the hopes of kick starting an orgasm. Pam smiled to herself, as best as the vacuum bed would allow her face to move, at that thought.

She used to do that. When she and Evan had first gotten together, Pam was never sure whether an orgasm was real or not. She'd get herself started, and sometimes she'd convince herself she was actually having one. Other times, she would just pretend to keep her man happy.

It wasn't until they started really exploring, until they found out how much she liked the loving mistreatment that Evan was so good at that she found out what orgasms really were.

She subconsciously tried to reach down and play with herself. She might as well have been trying to fly.

Evan started making noise as he got closer to orgasm. She heard muffled dirty talk and imagined the things he must be thinking, the things he must want to say to her. He probably wanted to point out to Pam that he was fucking another girl in their bedroom. In their bed. That this other girl was younger than Pam. Sexier. Dumber. And yet, the girl was free to fuck and to orgasm, while Pam was nothing more than a piece of art on the wall.

He'd tell her that sooner or later he'd lock her down and just leave her there. More than overnight. More than a full day. Once they figured out how to handle her bodily functions, he could leave her in the bed for a week at a time. He could actually turn her into just an art piece. Then he could bring people over to see it, to see his little rubber mannequin, his doll on the wall.

Pam closed her eyes at the thought and moaned softly. Too softly to be noticed over the noise the little thing on her husband's cock was making. But she imagined that Evan heard her. That he laughed at her, that he called her pathetic. Worthless. Less than human. Filth. Scum. An animal. Less than an animal.

She opened her eyes and watched the girl climax, watched her throw her head around, tossing hair in all directions. Pam watched the girl run her fingers through Evan's chest hair, watched their pace pick up as she moved him closer and closer to orgasm. Pam watched the girl bend over and put her tongue in Evan's mouth, heard them both moan.

She saw it when he came. His toes bent forward, and he lifted them both up a few inches above the bed, thrusting at the pelvis. Pam heard his moan, saw the pace slow and stop. Watched the little whore get off her husband and lay naked next to him. On the bed. Their bed.

The girl lay in Pam's spot. Evan went up on his elbows, looked at Pam while pulling off the used condom and tying off the end. She wasn't sure, but it was a safe bet that he smiled at her. Winked. Then he lay back and looked over at the naked girl next to him.

They were talking. Probably about what they had just done. It was unlikely that Evan was telling the girl that Pam was actually inside the vacuum bed. Unlikely that he was admitting that he had lied to her, that there was really a person, his own wife, watching them from inside the room. That she had just slept with a married man. Right in front of his wife.

It seemed unlikely that they were talking about that. Even more so when the girl laughed. Unlikely that Evan had shared their little secret. Unlikely that the bitch would ever have any idea that there had been a third person involved in their sex. Even when she moaned, it wasn't likely.

When she reached over a few minutes later to see if Evan was ready to go again, it seemed even less likely that the girl knew. Even less possible that she was aware that she had been brought in to a married couple's sex game.

The girl got on all fours, letting Evan set himself up behind her. He entered from behind, and she moaned again. He wrapped a hand in her hair, using it to guide her as he plunged his cock in again and again.

Pam stared straight at the woman as she was getting fucked. She stared straight at the girl, thinking how badly she wished they could switch position. Pam whimpered softly, wishing she was the one being pounded from behind like that. Evan knew that was Pam's favorite position. He was teasing her. Taunting her. He fucked away at his little hussy. Pam looked at him.

He waved at her. Then he spanked the girl. The girl moaned loudly. Pam moaned softly.

They kept at it, pumping through two more orgasms for the girl before Evan finally came again. He pulled the girl into sitting position and grabbed her by the breasts as he came, pushing into her from behind like he was intending to rip her in half. She reached back and put her hands around his head, kissing him hard as he came.

They finally separated, and Evan fell back onto the bed, gasping for breath, floating on his orgasm. The girl went into the bathroom. Pam heard the shower and tried not to think about the little hussy using her shampoo, or about the girl washing the smell of sex with her husband off in her shower, and then drying off with her towel.

Evan rolled out of bed while the shower was still going. He pulled off the second used condom and tied it off, putting it and the first one in a bowl next to their bed. Pam knew what was going to happen with those as soon as Evan let her down. If she didn't suck them clean, he wouldn't let her cum. Those were the rules. She only got to cum if she got to eat cum.

He held a look with her, then got up and put on pajama pants. The girl came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel that said hers very prominently. She slowly put her clothes back on, chatting with Evan the whole time. She dropped the towel on the bed, then headed out the door.

Pam closed her eyes when the girl left the room.

Then opened them a second later when her air cut off again. Her eyes opened this second time to see the girl up close, smirking at her through the rubber.

“I knew,” the girl said. “I knew all along, Pamela.”

Then she kissed the rubber right over Pam's cheek, let go of the tube, and left the house.

Evan couldn't stop laughing.