by Violet Blue
After two weeks of heaven, Consuela told me about Leif. “Leif’s coming home tomorrow.”
“Who’s Leif?” I asked sleepily, twirling the soft coils of her bush around my fingers.
“My boyfriend. He’s been away, studying overseas. He’s coming back tomorrow.”
I was only in a little bit of shock. “What does that mean?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, Kathy,” she whispered, reaching for the cuffs. “You’re going to love him.”
Leif arrived in town on a Tuesday. Consuela informed me that she’d need time with him alone, and she’d call me when she was ready. I protested, not sure I could bear being without her for very long. She agreed to have lunch with me on Thursday.
We met at a deli, where Consuela ordered an egg salad plate, and I had a Reuben with fries. After proceeding through the line, grabbing Diet Cokes and napkins and silverware, we picked a corner table and sat down.
“How’s work?” asked Consuela.
“Fine,” I said. “The tax override was voted down. That’s what I wrote about today.”
“Sounds thrilling,” said Consuela. “I went to a dinner with important people last night.”
“What did you wear?” I teased, running my toes along her shin.
“Red,” said Consuela. “Leif’s favorite.” I froze and took a deep breath. Consuela put her hand on mine. “Don’t be jealous, Kathy. I love you both.”
“Then why aren’t you seeing me?”
She laughed. “You’re a hungry, naughty girl, Kathy.” Consuela chewed on a piece of celery. “Friday. We’ll go out to dinner.”
“You and me?” I asked, favoring denial over reality.
“And Leif,” said Consuela. “We’ll see how it goes, and take it from there.”
“Okay,” I said, even though it didn’t feel one bit okay.
But at that point, I’d have done anything for Consuela.
She picked Italian, and I ordered lasagna to avoid the awkwardness of spaghetti. It didn’t work, entirely. There was a side of pasta, a pile of smooth noodles covered by shimmering red sauce and salty cheese.
Consuela had no inhibitions about spaghetti or anything else. She ordered fettucini Alfredo, and ate it one noodle at a time, just barely using her fork, mostly using her mouth like a vacuum cleaner. She was remarkable, doing it with total finesse.
I watched her, enjoying the white sauce that spilled onto and around her lips, the way she licked them clean with her tongue. I was also avoiding Leif, who turned out to be the quiet, intellectual type, nothing like I’d imagined.
Yes, I had tried to imagine him. For the painful days without Consuela, I tried to think about what I knew she was planning. What was it about a three-way that terrified me? I didn’t know, I only knew that I would do it if Consuela wanted me to, but I’d be clinging to her all the while, and whatever I gave to Leif would be for her.
“Talk to her, Leif,” said Consuela.
He smiled mildly, showing off his straight teeth, lifting his cup of tea to his mouth and sipping. “Yes, love,” he said with the slightest hint of an accent. He turned to me. “Kathy, I’m afraid we’re both shy.”
“She’s not shy,” Consuela said, and I blushed.
I forced myself to talk. “So you’re in law school?”
He shifted in his seat, made himself that much closer to me. “Mmm,” he said. “Yes.” He’d been drinking dark German beer all night, and I could smell the way it lingered on his breath.
I sipped my Campari with lime. It warmed my belly, making me relax and sink lower in my seat as Consuela took over the chatting. She was remarkably generous, lavishing attention on Leif and me virtually equally, which made me relax even more. I started to really look at Leif, listen to his deep, resonant, Scandinavian voice speak in measured, calm tones. He was extremely mellow, highly articulate, and obviously intelligent. I checked out his large, sinewy hands, with long, graceful fingers and rounded fingertips. Broad shoulders. Strong. No hair peeking from the open top buttons of his preppy button-down shirt. I guessed he was smooth, and perfect, like a marble statue.
After dinner we walked to the Common, sitting on one park bench after another, taking turns being in the middle. Consuela took the first turn, putting her arms around both of us, pulling us in. The park was dark and quiet, moonlight mixing with the occasional streetlamp, glowing in the summer night. She kissed me first, and I rejoiced inside. Then she kissed Leif, and then put one hand behind my head, and the other behind Leif’s, drawing the two heads together, mine and Leif’s, until his barely scented beer breath met mine, bitter with Campari, sour with lime, sweet with gelato, and we kissed, our lips finding each other slowly, tentatively, licking and sucking with our teeth and tongues, while Consuela watched, sighing deeply.
By the time we hit the fourth bench, we were all kissing at the same time, and finding each other’s erect nipples, hard cock, and swollen pussies through our clothes, and Consuela said, “Let’s go.” And of course, I did.
We went to Leif’s, a luxury two-bedroom in a downtown high-rise. The place was spotless. Clean, orderly, comforting. Leif pulled back the spread on the round king-size bed with clean cotton sheets. Outside the huge picture window, city lights twinkled. I walked up to the sheet of glass and stared into the view, Consuela behind me, pulling off my shorts and shirt. As I looked into the night, watched it unfold far into the distance, I felt like we were flying above the whole world.
When I turned around Consuela and Leif were already naked. He was as well put together as his home, as clean, as inviting, and, as I’d guessed, as perfect. His cock stood straight up, the head peeking out of his foreskin, and I felt a thrill seeing that he was uncut. He was watching me, too, and I felt a stab of self-consciousness, comparing myself with Consuela’s earthy beauty. But he was smiling, a different kind of smile than he’d used in the restaurant, where he’d been all civilized and reserved.
“On the bed, Kathy,” said Consuela. “With your back against the headboard.” I climbed on the circular mattress, leaned against the oak headboard, opened my legs to show them both my pussy. Consuela had Leif’s cock in her hand, moving back and forth so his dick fully emerged from the foreskin. She was whispering in his ear, mumblings I couldn’t understand. I had a vague feeling of not liking that, but I ignored it, transfixed by the sight of Consuela pleasuring Leif with her hand, kissing his mouth and his ear. Despite any jealousy I might have, it was a beautiful sight, watching the woman I’d fallen so hard for with a man I knew she loved.
She let go of his cock, led him to the bed where I was waiting. She leaned her face into my cunt, licking and sucking all the ways she knew I liked. I opened as wide as I could, but I never felt like I could make myself as open as I wanted to be, open enough for Consuela to fall inside me. Leif’s hand squeezed mine and I squeezed back as Consuela’s mouth took me in. He whispered to Consuela, encouraging her, “Yes, love, that’s right love, that’s beautiful, love.” His words echoed in my head—yes, love, good, beautiful, now—until my body shook and pulsed and I lay back, spent and happy.
Consuela kneeled beside Leif and kissed him, giving my taste to his mouth. After a moment she pulled back and said, “She’s yours now.” He stood up and she slapped his ass. “Go,” she said, like she was desperate, like she had been waiting a long time for this moment of watching Leif fuck me.
He took me the way she had the first time, pulling me up by the hips and thrusting hard and deep. Consuela pulled a dildo out of her bag and fucked herself while we fucked. Leif watched her, jerking up and down on the dildo until she came, crying out louder than I’d ever heard her. Then Leif pulled out of me and climbed off the bed, pulling Consuela’s head toward him so she could take him in her mouth.
I watched her lick my juices off his hard cock, take the whole length of it in and out, suck it until his ass and hips stiffened and he came, Consuela’s mouth holding the whole of him until he finished.
They both climbed in bed with me,
and we cuddled, Leif and I, with Consuela, the major object of our affections, in between us.
A SPANKING GOOD TIME
Eva Hore
We’d only been married a short time and I was still adjusting to having moved into Brian’s apartment. Things were going reasonably well. Sex was great and we had a happy and open relationship. The only problem was that his boss was always ringing up to get him to work on weekends and today was no exception.
“Why can’t he ring someone else?” I pouted.
“He has. I told you, Melissa, no one else is available,” Brian said.
“It’s not fair,” I moaned. “I wanted us to do something special tonight.”
“We will. I won’t be long, I promise,” he said, kissing me on the top of my head. “Why don’t you go through my videos and see what takes your fancy. Don’t pick any with the red labels, okay? There’s a bottle of wine in the fridge. I’ll pick up Chinese on the way home.”
“Sure, that’ll be so much fun,” I said sarcastically.
I found a tape marked with a red label titled, A Spanking Good Time and slotted it into the VCR. I poured a glass of wine and settled back to watch what I assumed would be a porno. I knew he had them and it didn’t bother me that he did. Most guys liked watching porn and I was a liberated woman so why shouldn’t I?
I hit the play button, spluttering my drink as I witnessed Brian, starring in what looked like a homemade porno.
“Come here, baby, so I can give you what you need. Come on, you know you love it,” he was saying.
“No, I don’t want to,” the woman said, crossing her long legs.
“Come here,” he demanded.
“No,” she said, swinging her foot around.
“Mary, do as you are told,” he said more firmly.
She giggled, “No!”
A wave of jealously washed over me.
“Good. Look at the video camera, really work it,” he said, directing her. “Come over here like I asked?”
She rose slowly, smoothing down her skirt, and sashayed over to stand in front of him, her hands folded, lips slightly open, pouting at him.
“You know I have to punish you, don’t you?”
She nodded her head.
“You always have to be punished when you disobey me, don’t you?”
Giggling, she bent over his knees. He pulled up her skirt. She was wearing white panties; full panties like you did when you went to school.
His hands roamed over them, fingers sliding underneath the gusset.
“Hmm,” she sighed.
He slapped her lightly. She said nothing. She just lay there.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl,” he said.
Now he slapped her harder.
“Oww!” she cried.
“That’s what happens when you don’t do as you’re told,” Brian said.
“You’re hurting me,” she whined. “Please stop.”
Brian acted as though he didn’t hear her and kept on hitting her, slapping his hand backward and forward, ignoring her pleas.
“That’s hurting,” she said, pouting her lips as she looked over at the camera.
“It’s supposed to hurt, Mary,” Brian said, lifting her skirt higher, pulling her panties down and exposing her red cheeks.
I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I knew he was kinky, but this… I didn’t know why, but anger surged through me. Now I knew why he demanded I not watch the ones with red labels.
I studied him closely, looking for changes in his appearance. When had this film been made? He did look younger, his hair longer and his body more toned than it had been when we’d first met. It better be years old or all hell would break loose.
He rubbed his hands over her bum, caressing it with circular motions, running his finger down the crack, over her hole. He kneaded the cheeks, opening them, inspecting her, before sliding his finger further toward her pussy.
I subconsciously clenched my own cheeks. That was something we hadn’t done. I didn’t realize he was into this sort of thing.
She moved her hands, trying to cover herself. He smacked them away. She squirmed trying to get up, but he held her down.
“You’re hurting me!”
“You shouldn’t have put your hands there. You know the rules. Now I’ll have to spank you with the ruler.”
Rules! What rules? How many times had he done this to her?
“I think I’ve had enough,” she said, turning her head to speak to him, although I did notice her bum seemed to rise higher.
“What’s the rule on talking?”
“I can’t remember,” she whined.
“Second rule is no talking. Now I’m going to have to spank you harder.”
I could see her bum getting even redder as he hit her with the ruler. He expertly slipped her panties down to her ankles, sliding them off one leg to leave them dangling on the other. With his free hand he pushed her legs apart, giving himself a nice view of her pussy.
Oh, she was enjoying this all right.
“Please don’t,” she said, trying to pull her legs back together.
“I said no talking, Mary. You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” he said, forcing her legs wide open.
“No, I don’t,” she said in a pathetic voice.
Brian ignored her, and alternated the spanking, giving her one stroke with the ruler, then rubbing his hand over her bum and giving her a sharp slap with his hand. Occasionally, he’d touch her pussy and I watched her bum rise seductively, encouraging him for more.
Bitch! I don’t know why but I was mad at both of them. What a performance they were putting on. How could she allow him to videotape her like this? Acting out a fantasy was one thing but to put it on tape for others to see, well that just wasn’t on.
“Stop it. You’re hitting too hard,” she begged.
“Quiet!” he commanded, hitting her pussy. “Not another word.”
Mary stopped complaining and began moaning, making whimpering noises. The smack on her pussy had her lifting her bum even higher, wiggling it in front of him, begging him to do it again.
“I think you’re enjoying this, Mary,” Brian said, chuckling. “Do you think I need to punish you some more?”
“Yes, please,” she giggled.
“Stand for me,” he said, smoothing her skirt over her naked bum. “How about you take off your skirt for me?”
She was standing with her back to him and I watched as she looked over her shoulder and ran her tongue over her top lip as she slipped off her skirt. She kicked up her other leg, discarding her panties, and stood there, naked from the waist down. He rubbed his hands over her body, lingering over the welts that had formed on her cheeks before turning her around.
When she was facing him again he caressed her stomach, travelling slowly downward until he touched her pubic hair.
I downed the rest of my drink, feeling the alcohol heat up my stomach like this video was heating up my pussy.
“You’ve got lovely red hair, haven’t you? Oh, and a little further down there’s some on your pussy. Hmm, it’s a nice pussy isn’t it? Come and let me see the rest of you,” he said, moving his hands under her blouse.
She undid each button, teasing him as she went, pouting her lips and looking up at him through her lashes. Her blouse dropped to the floor and she stood there in only a white bra.
She certainly wasn’t pretending not to like what he was doing now, was she?
Brian ran his fingers over the lace on the bra and forced her breasts up so they hung out over the top.
I grabbed the remote and hit pause. I quickly went into the kitchen to refill my glass, then hurried back and started it up again. I wanted to make sure I saw it all before Brian came home.
“You’ve got magnificent breasts,” he was saying, giving the nipples a quick suck.
I had to admit she did. She also had a great body and knew it.
Giggling, she ran her hands down her stomach and over her mound to touch
her pussy. Separating the lips she slid a finger inside. She leaned back against the desk, opening her legs, so her pussy was more visible for him while she fingered herself.
He knelt down, running his tongue over her pussy and giving her a long lick.
“You like being a good girl now, don’t you?” he said unclipping her bra and allowing it to fall to the floor. She was naked except for her high-heeled shoes.
“Yes, I like being good,” she said.
“And you like being spanked good and proper, don’t you?”
“Oh yes,” she breathed.
“Lean over the desk so I can spank you some more.”
She didn’t hesitate. She leaned on the desk with her bum twitching in the air, her feet slightly apart. She shook her hair seductively, allowing it to caress her face before looking long and hard into the camera. I pulled back instinctively. It was as though she knew I was there, watching.
I wondered what it would feel like to have Brian do that to me. To videotape me in the nude. Would it turn him on? Would he watch it when I wasn’t home? Would he show his friends?
That thought startled me. I wondered if he’d had nights over here with his mates. If they sat around drinking and watching these sort of tapes. What did they do? Did they pull at their cocks, relieve themselves in front of each other, or what? I knew I was feeling horny so I could only imagine how guys must feel when they see this sort of thing, and with them it was hard to hide.
Back on-screen, Brian stood and out of his drawer he produced a small whip. It looked like it was made of suede. Gently he lashed her.
“Oh no, don’t, please don’t!” she complained.
She didn’t sound too convincing to me.
Smirking, Brian spread her legs wider so he could see her pussy. He bent down, gave it a little lick and began to whip a bit harder. She put her hands behind, to protect herself again.
“Didn’t I tell you not to do that?”
“You’re hurting me.”