by Tyler, Paige
“You won’t believe the hard-on you've given my husband from seeing you bent over on the bed like this,” Aly said. “If I didn't love you so much, I'd be jealous.”
Sam chuckled. “You get me just as hard when you're in this position, babe. You just don't ever get a chance to see it.” He trailed his fingers along the underside of Capri’s ass cheek. “Hang on, I’ll be right back.”
Capri frowned. “Where is he going?”
Aly flashed her a grin. “To pick out a paddle so he can spank your ass while he fucks you.”
“He can do that?”
Her friend laughed. “Oh, yes. Sam is one of those rare men blessed with the ability to multitask.”
Capri craned her neck to see over her shoulder—which was harder than it looked in this position—hoping to catch a glimpse of Sam. He walked into the bedroom a few moments later, a small, wooden paddle in his hand.
“Eyes front, Capri,” was all he said.
She immediately obeyed.
Beside her, Aly let out a husky laugh. “I would have never pegged you for such a good sub, but you're a natural.”
“A sub?” Capri asked, trying hard not to look back and see what Sam was up to. It was murder waiting for that first whack.
“I'll tell you later,” her friend promised. “Don't worry. Sam tells me I'm a pretty good sub, too—when I try hard.”
Capri was still attempting to figure out what her friend was talking about when the paddle struck her ass. There was no comparison to the strap, but the small paddle still stung more than she thought it would.
“Oooh.” Aly’s scooted to the edge of the bed and slid off. “I have to watch this up close.”
Sam peppered her ass with the paddle. It was small enough for him to smack her in places the strap hadn't been able to reach, like between her cheeks and the inside of her thighs. He did it hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to hurt, and she let out an audible sigh.
“That looks fun,” Aly said in between swats. “Can I try my hand at it?”
Capri blinked.
Sam didn’t answer right away. But he was thinking about it. “Go ahead.”
Did she detect a hint of anticipation in his voice? Guys liked girl-on-girl action, after all.
Capri couldn't help but notice that neither one asked for her opinion. She didn't mind. She would have asked Aly to spank her when they’d been looking at her collection of spanking toys earlier if she hadn’t been so shy. But she was damn well going to return the favor and warm Aly’s bottom before she went back to Seattle, that was for sure.
“Um, I think you’re going to need to take these off.” Aly jangled the cuffs she still wore.
Capri heard Sam unlock the manacles. “These are going right back on afterward.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The smacks Aly gave her were light, almost tentative. Then again compared to the paddling Sam had given her, anything her friend did would probably be considered mild.
“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” Aly asked.
Capri shook her head, then looked over her shoulder to give her friend a naughty smile. “You might as well spank me harder. I'm sure going to smack your ass good when I get the chance.”
Her friend smacked the paddle thoughtfully against her palm as she considered that. “What makes you think I’m going to let you spank me?”
“Fair’s fair,” Capri said.
Sam chuckled. “She’s got a point.”
“I suppose.” Aly winked. “I’m really going to redden your ass now, though. You know that, right?”
“I’m counting on it.” Capri gave her the kind of slow, sexy smile that she’d only reserved for men up to now, then turned back around and waited for Aly to continue.
When the smack came this time, it left a sharp sting that made Capri catch her breath. Her friend followed that one up with another to the opposite cheek. This might be Aly’s first time on the other end of a paddle, but she sure as heck knew what she was doing. Her technique was different than Sam’s, but the same kind of heat engulfed Capri’s ass, and she moaned into the bedding as her pussy throbbed with need. She struggled against the cuffs, desperately wanting to get free so she could touch herself. But it was useless.
Capri wasn’t sure how many times her friend smacked her with the paddle, but when Aly finally stopped, she was so turned on she could barely see straight. Aly ran her hand over one freshly spanked cheek, then the other.
“Your ass is so hot,” her friend breathed.
Capri moaned and spread her legs wider, hoping Aly would get the hint and venture between her legs to finger her clit. But her friend only continued to caress her bottom.
Behind her, Sam growled. “I thought watching you spank Capri was hot, babe, but seeing you do that has me so turned on I’m about to explode. Where are those condoms?”
Aly stopped caressing and tossed the paddle on the bed. “I’ll get them.”
Capri glanced over her shoulder, watching as Aly dug through the nightstand. A moment later, she came out with a foil packet.
“Guess I don't have to ask if you need lube.” Aly tore open the packet. “Girlfriend, you’re soaking wet.”
Capri trembled as her friend rolled the condom on her husband’s penis. The anticipation of what was coming was almost as bad as when she'd been waiting for the spanking. Except in this case, she knew exactly what Sam’s big cock was going to feel like inside her.
“There you go. All wrapped up.” Aly went up on tiptoe to give him a kiss. “Go ‘n get her.”
Sam didn’t need to be told twice. Stepping up behind Capri, he grasped her hips and positioned his shaft at the opening of her pussy. She waited breathlessly for him to enter her, but instead he rubbed the head up and down her slit. The teasing was pure torture, and she almost wept with relief when he finally slid into her wetness. She wasn’t sure which one of them moaned louder.
After all the spanking, paddling, strapping, teasing and pussy licking—not to mention hours of mental foreplay—the feel of Sam's cock inside her was heavenly. She didn't even care if he moved. As long as he stayed buried deep.
He did. For a while, anyway. Then he slowly thrust. Which, okay, turned out to be pretty good, too. Actually, she had a hard time figuring out what was better—the feeling of Sam's perfect cock pumping into her, the sensation of his rough hands on her seriously spanked ass, or the knowledge that her best friend was standing there watching the whole thing.
Capri was so caught up imagining how she must look with her face pressed to the bed and her hands cuffed behind her back while Sam fucked her, she almost didn’t feel the hand that gently caressed her ass. She had no doubt it was Aly touching her this time—it was too light to be Sam. Besides, he was still firmly grasping her hips. Aly’s fingers were a nice counterpoint to her husband’s firm grip, and Capri sighed.
“God, that’s so sexy,” Sam said hoarsely.
“Watching me touch Capri’s ass, you mean?”
Her husband groaned in answer.
“What about you, Capri? Do you like it?”
Capri tried to answer, but forming words with Sam’s cock rhythmically sliding in and out was nearly impossible. Aly must have taken the unintelligible sound she made to mean she did because she laughed.
“Then you’re both really going to like this.”
As Aly climbed on the bed, Capri started to ask what she meant, but all that came out was a long, low moan as her friend's fingers found her clit and made lazy, little circles on it in a way only another woman would know.
“Does that feel good?” Aly whispered.
Capri didn’t stop to consider how kinky this was. Not with Aly’s nimble fingers already urging her toward orgasm.
"Oh God, yes,” she breathed. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” Aly’s voice was soft and silky in her ear. “I’m going to make you come. Sam and I are both going to make you come.”
At the w
ords, Sam tightened his hold on her and pounded into her harder. The feel of his hips on her tender ass made Capri whimper. Between the fucking she was getting from him and the fingering she was getting from Aly, it didn’t take much to push her off the cliff.
She moaned, bucked, writhed and screamed. She was pretty sure she even bit down on the blanket, though that part was a little fuzzy. And when Sam swore and pulled out without warning, Aly’s fingers kept the climax going until Capri was on the verge of passing out.
When her friend took her fingers away, Capri fell over on her side, completely spent. She closed her eyes, trying to wrap her head around it all. First, Aly had spanked her—and she'd liked it. Then, Aly had caressed her ass while Sam fucked her—and she’d liked that, too. Finally, Aly had fingered her to one of the best orgasms of her life. Sam had obviously been a major part of that, too, but Aly’s touch on her clit had been the difference maker.
And yes, Capri had, without a doubt, liked that part, too.
She was just wondering what that said about her when Aly leaned over to unlock the cuffs from her wrists.
“I hope I didn't freak you out or anything, touching you like that.” She didn’t look at Capri as she sat took off the handcuffs. “I guess I got carried away with how sexy the whole situation was. I’m sorry if I went too far.”
Capri sat up and pushed her hair back from her face. Aly knelt beside her, looking embarrassed and more worried than Capri had ever seen her. Capri threw her arms around her friend, hugging her tightly. Aly’s naked body was soft and silky smooth against hers, and so completely different than a man’s.
“Of course you didn't go too far. And you certainly didn't freak me out.” She pulled away to give Aly a teasing smile. “Surprised me? Heck, yeah. But I have to admit, I came really hard.” On impulse, she leaned forward to kiss her friend on the cheek. “So, stop worrying and consider yourself officially thanked for lending a helping hand—or finger, I guess I should say—to a friend in need.”
Aly laughed. “Thanks. I was worried for a second when you just laid on the bed with your eyes closed.”
“That was me trying to recover. Like I said, I came really hard. Sam did a number on me.”
Capri turned to grin at Sam, and was surprised to see him standing by the door with his back to them. At first, the thought he was giving her and Aly some space, but then she noticed he had his hands on his hips and was staring up at the ceiling.
“Um, Aly, what's up with Sam?”
Aly glanced at her husband. “Oh, that. He's reciting a list of Super Bowl MVPs to himself. Either that, or the Florida Penal Code.”
“Why?”
Her friend grinned. “Because you’re so hot, of course. He almost blew a gasket holding back, especially when I reached under you to finger your clit. You should have seen his face. I thought for sure he was going to come right then. That’s why he slid out so fast.” She leaned in close, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Don't tell him, but I'm impressed as hell. Most men would have definitely orgasmed by now.”
Wanting to thank Sam for the awesome fuck, Capri started to climb off the bed, but Aly caught her hand.
“He'll let us know when he's ready.” She winked. “I don't want to interrupt him. I need him ready for my turn.”
Capri could certainly understand that. She chewed on her lower lip as she regarded her friend. “So. Was that the first time you've ever touched another girl?”
Aly nodded. “I hope I did it right.”
Capri smiled. “You did it perfectly.”
Across the room, Sam must have decided he was ready for round two—or was it three?—because he turned and walked over to the bed, his rock-hard, now condom-free cock leading the way.
“Got yourself back under control, big boy?” Aly asked.
Sam's mouth twitched. “Barely. I almost lost it there when you started playing with Capri. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that hot in my life.”
Aly grinned at Capri, then turned back to her husband. “I thought you’d like that.”
“Not as much as Capri, I’m sure. But I definitely enjoyed watching.” He regarded them thoughtfully. “Was this the first time you two have done something like that, or was it a regular thing back in college?”
Aly laughed. “Sorry to burst your bubble, babe, but that was a first for both of us.” She rose up on her knees to wrap her arms around his neck. “But enough about your kinky fantasies. Now that Capri's had you, it's my turn.”
“Works for me. God knows, I’m more than ready. But first thing’s first.”
Sam kissed her hard on the mouth, then picked up the handcuffs he’d taken off earlier and locked them around his wife’s wrists. When they were secure, he covered her mouth with his and urged her back on the bed. Pinning her cuffed wrists above her head with one hand, he gazed down at her.
“Don’t move.”
Gaze locked with his wife’s, Sam spread her legs, then slowly slid into her pussy all the way to the hilt.
Aly gasped, her eyes going wide. Capri’s did the same. Despite having just had an orgasm, her pussy spasmed as if she was the one he was fucking. Hypnotized by his big cock sliding in and out of her friend’s pussy, she scooted closer to Aly. Her nether lips clenched around his shaft as if they were trying to lock down on him, while her clit was fully exposed and plump with excitement. The combination was one hell of a sexy sight.
Lifting her cuffed hands, Aly slid them down her stomach to the curls between her legs. The minute she did, Sam stopped thrusting.
“What did I tell you?” he asked.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth. “Not to move.”
“Then put your hands back over your head. And keep them there this time.”
Aly hesitated, clearly torn between giving in to her urges and obeying her husband. Finally, she put her cuffed hands on the bed above her head.
Sam started pumping again. “Good girl.”
While Aly obviously loved what Sam was doing, Capri could tell that her friend’s clit was seriously begging for attention. Sam must have known it, too, but he didn’t slide his hand down and touch his wife.
Capri chewed on her lip. Did Sam’s rule about not moving apply to her? There was only one way to find out.
Before she could stop herself, she slowly ran her fingers down Aly’s taut, sexy tummy toward the downy softness between her friend’s thighs.
Aly’s eyes widened.
Capri smiled. “Sam didn’t say anything about my hands.” She glanced up at him. “Did you?”
He flashed her a sexy grin. “No, I didn’t.”
Which made her wonder if that was why he’d ordered Aly to keep her hands firmly planted above her head. Maybe he’d been hoping for some more girl-on-girl action.
She turned back to Aly. “Which means I can touch you all I want.” She leaned closer. “Do you want me to touch you, Aly?”
Her friend’s breath came faster as she nodded.
Capri didn't zero in on Aly's clit right away, regardless of how much she wanted to. Instead, she gently ran her fingers up and down her friend’s thigh. Aly's skin felt so much different than a man's—so soft and smooth—that Capri wished she could explore every inch of it. But Sam had already started to pump a little faster. He might have held back while she and Aly had given him blowjobs, and even while he’d been fucking her, but he wasn't Superman. If his ragged breathing and clenched jaw was any indication, he was close to coming.
Stretching out on the bed beside her friend, Capri placed two fingers directly on Aly’s clit, then slowly made the same kind of circles on the sensitive little nub her friend had done to her. Aly clutched at the blanket above her head, undulating her hips in time with the movement. She was seconds from climaxing.
Wanting to time Aly’s orgasm with Sam’s, Capri glanced at him to see how close he was, and found him watching her—or more precisely her finger on his wife’s clit. And if the hungry look on his face was an
ything to go by, he was definitely enjoying himself.
Capri turned back to Aly. She was panting now, her breath coming as fast and hard as if she’d run a marathon.
Capri leaned closer, moving her fingers faster. “That’s right, Aly. Come for me.”
Sam growled something unintelligible, fucking his wife fast and hard now.
Aly cried out, her screams of pleasure drowning out Sam's groans as he found his own release. He plunged into his wife and held himself there, pumping his cum deep inside her while Capri coaxed every ounce of ecstasy out of Aly’s clit with her fingers. Only when she was sure she had, did she take her hand away. She couldn't stop herself from lifting her fingers to her mouth and licking them clean.
The flavor she had picked up from kissing Sam after he’d licked both of them had been watered down with her own essence, but it had still been delicious. This was all Aly, though. The flavor was indescribable—and beautiful.
Capri pulled her fingers out of her mouth, embarrassed that Sam and Aly might see what she was doing. But it was too late. They’d already caught her, and were both smiling. She blushed, and looked away. Beside her, Aly sat up and cupped her face, gently lifting her chin. Without a word, she pressed her lips to Capri’s in a tender kiss.
It was exquisite.
Sam groaned. “You two are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
She and Aly pulled away from each other, both of them giving him a grin and a sheepish look. Aly grabbed his hand and gave it a tug, pulling him down on the bed between them, then curled up beside him. When Capri still sat there, he urged her down to snuggled against his other side.
He looked from Aly to her, then back to his wife again. “Are you sure neither of you have done this before?”
Aly grinned at her over his broad chest. “Nope.”
“This was a first for me, too,” Capri said.
He sighed. “Well, if you're this good together now, I can't imagine how hot you'll be by the end of next week. I'm tempted to stay home from work the whole time just so I don't miss anything.”