GET A GLASS OF WINE AND RELAX WITH ME .......

Christine put away her supper dishes and wiped down the kitchen counter and sink, then poured herself another glass of wine. She took her glass into her bedroom and set it down on the dresser beside her full-length mirror. Looking intently at her reflection in the polished glass, she started to unbutton her blouse, slowly and leisurely the way she liked to undress herself. She loved taking off her clothes in front of the mirror, watching her luscious body unravel gradually from under its coverings, taking sips of wine from her glass between pieces.

Kay had promised her a special evening and she was going to make the most of it, preparing herself carefully for the promised treat. She took off her blouse and skirt, reached behind her back to unclasp her frilly bra, and let her breasts fall free, delighting in the feeling of liberation and the sight of her rich globes swaying slightly in front of her. She took both of them into her hands and held them up, as if showing them to herself, then pulled her thong down over her hips.

Her light brown pubic hair was trimmed neatly yet left long enough to accentuate the triangle formed by the junction of her thighs. She put one hand back on her breast and took her puffy nipple between her fingers, squeezing it lightly, then ran her other hand over her taut belly down to her pubes and twirled her curls with her fingers, making sure she didn’t touch any of her sensitive parts.

Not yet, she told herself, not yet.

Having completed the ritual of her disrobing and sated her eyes on the curves of her pleasing body, she took the rest of her wine in the bathroom and ran the tub full of scented bubble bath. She let herself slide sensuously into the luxurious water, reached for her glass, and closed her eyes.

Reveling in the soothing silence enveloping her, she emptied her mind of the day’s tensions and concentrated all her thoughts on the rich experience of floating in her tub and letting the wine course through her veins.

When she felt it was time for the next step of her preparations, she climbed out of the tub, toweled herself dry, and dusted her body with scented powder. Then she went back into the bedroom, pulled back the bed covers, and sprinkled some powder over the sheets and pillows. Satisfied with her preparations, she climbed up on the four-poster bed and stretched out on the perfumed sheets, stretching her arms out to the sides of her head and spreading her legs to open her pussy to the air.

She was feeling totally relaxed as she lay there on her bed, awaiting Kay’s arrival. Her breasts were tingling with anticipation, her pussy humming, her mind getting flooded with images of her friend and fantasies of what the evening might bring. Much as she wanted Kay, she was in no particular hurry, thoroughly enjoying the peaceful quietude between work and impending pleasure. Kay would be there in her own good time, when she was ready and had completed her own preparations in her own way. She always was, Christine knew she could count on that.

She was leisurely pursuing her thoughts when she heard the apartment door open and close. For a brief moment, she was tempted to jump up and go out in the living room to greet her friend, but she resisted the impulse. She always waited for Kay on her bed and she didn’t want to change their routine, despite her excitement. Kay would be taking off her clothes in the living room as she always did and come to her in all her gorgeous nakedness, ready and primed for the evening as she herself was.

To her considerable surprise, she heard Kay talk to someone out in the living room and then a male voice answered her. This she hadn’t expected at all. Kay hadn’t said anything about bringing anyone with her, especially not a male, although, coming to think of it, she had sounded a bit mysterious when she told her that she had a special evening in mind for them.

She knew about Kay’s male friends and their sexual encounters, although Kay never provided her with any details and she didn’t push for any. Kay was hers when she was with her; the rest of her life was her own, just as Christine’s life was her own. They shared their bodies and their souls when they were together and thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company, but neither ever felt the need to divulge any details about her private life or share her intimate thoughts. She had her own male relationships that she didn’t discuss with Kay; she just had never thought of bringing the two worlds together.



It was that which surprised Christine, that Kay had actually brought someone from her other life into theirs without mentioning anything to her. They had never had anyone else with them, male or female, and she wasn’t quite prepared for this. Yet she was tantalizingly intrigued and she did trust Kay and her judgment. She wouldn’t do anything that she didn’t think would be good for them. Anything she had in mind would be for their mutual benefit and for the enhancement of their pleasure.

She didn’t have time to wonder any longer about the evening because Kay was coming down the hall and stepped into the bedroom deliciously naked, her firm breasts bouncing lightly as she entered the room. Christine loved her breasts. They were soft and smooth and malleable and fitted perfectly into her hands, the nipples, though small, fitting perfectly in her mouth and always stiffening very nicely under her touch.

But then, Kay loved Christine’s breasts as well, for her own reasons which she never failed to point out. They always spent a considerable amount of time admiring and fondling each other’s globes and derived great pleasure from their mutual stroking and rubbing and squeezing and kissing. Both had very sensitive breasts and nipples, so that their frequent verbal commentaries and equally frequent reciprocal caresses always pleased them a great deal.

Kay’s mystery friend was close behind her, also naked. He was a tall, handsome man with a muscular build and a generally very attractive body. His chest was covered with fine light hair that tapered off for a while and thickened again above his genitals. His cock was quite large already and, Christine thought with slight amusement, quite close to becoming erect. She was sure it wouldn’t take much on her or on Kay’s part to complete his arousal with a few measured strokes of a skilled hand.

“This is Mark,” Kay announced, waving her hand towards the stranger. “We’ve been friends for quite a while and I thought it would be interesting to bring him along. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, no, of course not,” Christine replied, waving her hand in Mark’s direction.

“This is Christine,” Kay gestured towards her, rather unnecessarily, Christine thought, for she was sure Kay would have told him her name before they arrived.

“Hi, Christine,” Mark raised his hand in acknowledgement, looking rather awkward, she thought, and not quite sure of the whole situation herself. She certainly felt awkward enough, splayed out on the bed as she was, her pussy in full view.

Kay dispersed the awkwardness by taking command of the situation.

“Come on,” she said to her companion. “Let’s get started with this. Christine is obviously quite ready for us. Aren’t you, Christine?”

Taking Christine’s smile for an answer and not waiting for anything else, she walked up to the cedar chest at the bottom of the bed where she kept all her various toys and implements. Mark followed right behind her with his cock and balls swinging freely, enticingly, as he stepped up to the chest.

Kay opened the lid, took out a set of leather restraints, and handed two of them to Mark.

So that was what she had in mind. Christine drew in her breath sharply in eager anticipation. She loved that kind of play, although she had only ever done it with Kay or one of her partners alone. This was a whole different scenario. It should be interesting, she thought, and she couldn’t wait to see how this evening would develop and what exactly Kay had in mind.

“You take that side,” she directed Mark, motioning to her left. “I’ll do this.”

Mark dutifully carried his shackles to the left side of her while Kay took up her position to her right. Between them, they quickly wrapped the restraints around her wrists and ankles, then tied them to the four posts until she was secured spread-eagled to her bed. She was tingling all over with excitement by now, her body reacting quickly to the manipulation of her limbs, her mind flooded with flashes of eager anticipation and growing excitation. This she could handle. Something definitive was happening, and she no longer had to wonder.


As soon as they had her securely tied to the bed and she couldn’t move anymore, they quickly tested the restraints to make sure they were put in place properly and didn’t cause her any pain in any way. Kay went back to the chest, selected a feather duster for Mark, and pulled out a leather cat o’ nine tails for herself. Stepping back to the side of the bed, she immediately started on Christine’s legs, letting the varicolored leather strands come down lightly on her thighs and pulling them tantalizingly across her skin, moving them closer and closer to her expectant pussy.

Mark took the cue from her and began to titillate her breasts with the feathers. His cock was hardening quickly as he traced her luscious contours with the duster. He let the feathers glide all around and all over her breasts, teasing her, paying particular attention to her nipples. The feathers flitted over her sensitive, receptive skin like so many butterflies, like a refreshingly sensuous breeze, stirring her way down into her womb, touching her soul. Then he moved to her underarm and brushed the feathers up and down, causing her to squirm and giggle from the ticklish sensation.

Kay by that time had reached her pussy. She gasped when the leather slapped lightly against the insides of her thighs and slid over her wet labia and clit. Delighted and highly aroused, she opened her legs as wide as she could given the restraints and lifted her buttocks off the bed to be closer to the whip. Kay obliged by pressing the leather strands of the whip against her thirsting pussy and rubbing them up and down until she moaned deeply with the pleasure of the stimulation.

Sensing her delight, Mark moved his implement back to her breasts and began to apply his own kind of pressure as he moved the feathers over her globes again, circled them and covered them rhythmically, teasingly, then focusing on her aching nipples until they strutted proudly from her breasts. Overwhelmed by the double stimulation, Christine cried out with the excitation of their ministrations, writhing on the sheets and straining her arms and legs against the straps. Mark’s cock was fully erect by now, and she wished desperately that she could reach out and grab it with her hands, rubbing and stroking it until it was big and hard and he was begging for more.

Reacting to Christine’s cries, Kay removed the cat o’ nine tails from her pussy, moved it back down to her thighs, and started to increase the force of her strokes, just enough to stimulate her skin without actually hurting her. Christine groaned as Kay moved up to her belly for a series of strokes, then up to her shoulders and down along her arms while Mark kept caressing her breasts. Her breath was coming more and more quickly as the currents of stimulation rushed through her body and into her mind, the two of them goading her on with their treatment of her skin.

When Kay felt that Christine was ready, she put the cat o’ nine tails down on the floor, climbed up on the bed, and buried her face in her pussy. Mark put the feathers away and climbed up on the bed as well, taking her breasts into his hands and rubbing and stroking and squeezing them until they felt like they were burning from his touch. Then he bent over her and took her nipple in his mouth, suckling her, sending shivers of delight through her charged mind, down into her soul.

Kay’s lips and tongue were working wonders on her engorged lips, her protruding clit, licking and sucking her abundant juices, manna from her secret source. Christine could hear her breathing heavily, smacking her lips as she suckled her pussy. She moaned and groaned, her breasts hot and tingly from Mark’s skillful manipulation, her pussy screaming with delight, her mind a volcanic eruption as she climbed closer and closer to her orgasm. She opened herself up completely, let her limbs go limp in their restraints, focused her mind on the stimulations.

They fused into a unit as her orgasm crashed through her body, set her whole being on fire, an oasis of utter sensuality in a precarious night, they the providers, she the sole recipient in a primordial moment of completion, body, mind, and soul. She was the center, the focal point of her universe, a shivering bundle of taut nerves in a night of incredible excitation and fulfillment. She screamed her pleasure into the room as the two kept licking and sucking her through her orgasm until her body went limp and she moaned, satiated and spent.

As soon as she caught her breath and recuperated from her cosmic release, she saw Kay motioning to Mark that it was his turn. His erection must have been near the point of explosion by now, she thought, and he didn’t lose any time to move from her breasts to the bottom of the bed. He quickly mounted her and buried his twitching cock in her dripping receptacle, grabbing her breasts with his firm hands and thrusting furiously in and out of her.

Kay grabbed the cat o’ nine tails and started to flog him, starting with his back and moving down to his buttocks, with much more forceful strokes that she had inflicted on Christine. They had obviously done that before and knew what they were doing. She could hear the leather smash against his skin. He let go of her breasts, buried his face between her soft globes, and grabbed her arms tightly, bracing himself. He groaned deep down in his throat as the strokes of the whip kept raining down on him and he thrust all the way into her with increasing force and determination until he finally gushed into her and collapsed on top of her and the whipping stopped.



He only took a few moments to catch his breath, then rolled off her, moved to the bottom of the bed, and buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking her with renewed ardor and excitement. Kay climbed on top of her, placed her knees on either side of her head, and wriggled her pelvis into place until Christine could reach her dripping pussy with her tongue. Then she bore down on her with the impatience and enthusiasm of a hungry cat and started to grind against her face.

She reached down with one hand and parted her labia to expose the nooks and crannies between them and allow Christine easy access to her secret treasure. Christine was in absolute heaven, her own pussy in Mark’s mouth and her friend’s in hers. She derived great pleasure from the familiar yet always unique and thoroughly enjoyable abundance of richly sensuous scents and aromas and textures offered to her by her friend gyrating lustily on her face. She inhaled the charged emanations of Kay’s rich pussy and drank from the cornucopia of heavenly delights. Before long, her whole body, her mind and her soul were saturated with the intoxicating smells and tastes, with the incredible intensity of their sensual encounter.

Her own pussy was screaming with the excitement of the male stimulation, her mind somersaulting with the overwhelming sensations of Kay’s juices pouring into her, her body electrified from the titillating combination. Her entire being became a charged unit of primordial impulses, buried emotions, images of pussies and cocks and breasts and lips surging through her mind while she sucked her friend as if she could never get enough, as if there would never be enough.

She soon rocked through another orgasm under Mark’s skillful lips and tongue. Within seconds, Kay began to quiver on top of her, grinding her quivering pussy more and more rapidly against her until she, too, shuddered through her orgasmic release. They cried out together, screamed their overpowering satisfaction and intense pleasure into the room. Arching their backs in ecstasy, they let their bodies shiver through the aftershocks of their release, two satiated friends in the throes of their mutual fulfillment, eclipsed stars in a moon-flooded night.

She kept licking her friend’s pussy until there was nothing left to lick and Kay hoisted herself off her face and collapsed on the bed beside her. Mark surfaced from between her legs and crawled up on her other side, put his arm around her waist, and took her trembling breast into his hand. Kay reached over his arm and put her hand on her other breast, the three of them groaning and gasping for breath, their bodies still quivering uncontrollably from the excitement of their experience.

After a while, their breathing slowed and Kay and Mark detached themselves from her to crawl off the bed and untie her restraints. They went out into the living room to do whatever they still needed or wanted to do with each other. Christine rubbed her wrists and flexed her hands and legs after the long period of immobility, then pulled the covers up over her exhausted body and curled up into a ball, purring like a satiated cat in the comfort of its lair.

She basked in the afterglow of her orgasms for a while, sensuous images of the eventful evening tumbling through her stilled mind, bringing a smile of deep satisfaction and utter serenity to her face. She was asleep before the front door opened and closed and she was alone in her sheltered apartment once more.

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