Big on Education

by Laurie Ames

  When she went to put on her lipstick for the first time in months, she saw soft and sexy pouty lips. She stared at herself in the mirror for a long time, and then promised herself; no matter how things went with Bill and Liza tonight, she wouldn't bury herself in this house with activities that were too old for her. She had plenty of life left to live, and the hell with thinking about Michael.

  ***

  Hope rang the buzzer marked Bellerose at seven sharp.

  "Hope?" Bill's voice over the intercom was just as smooth and suave as it always had been.

  "Hi, Bill," she responded.

  "Come on up," he said, and the door let out a polite buzz to let her know she could slide through. She made her way through the tasteful lobby to the elevator, then up to the 7th floor.

  When the elevator doors slid open, Liza was waiting there. She looked as gorgeous as Hope remembered; her light brown skin glowed with energy, and her hair was drawn back into a curly puff, decorated with a bright blue headband.

  "Oh, love," Liza said, her voice carrying a slight French accent. "We should have invited you so much sooner. I'm sorry."

  She opened her arms, and Hope – who had always loved to touch people, but learned the hard way to be cautious of casual touch with women, stepped into them with barely a moment's hesitation.

  It felt delicious to be held. It woke a fire inside of her belly that she'd been careful to keep banked, nearly smothered. The backs of her thighs tingled with the flush of energy that sparkled through her like champagne.

  "It was the perfect day and the perfect invitation," Hope said. "I'm just glad you texted. I was – well." She pulled back just a little, because there were desires tingling through her that were entirely related to that other sort of proposition, and she wasn't going to misunderstand this evening. She was wanted for herself, and that was plenty for tonight.

  "Hello, Hope," Bill said from the safety of the hallway, where he was propping up a wall with a lazy slouch. "It's been far too long."

  His shock of jet black hair was very handsome, and his tall lean physique made her swoon a little. His hair was done very nicely, he had some form of oil mixed in to give a short but noticeable wavy form to the black strands. His forehead was almost square, large and imposing, but not laughably so. A few lines were laid upon it, but they were dismissive as tricks of light. His most striking feature was his eyebrows that were thick and impossibly straight and somehow made him seem more authoritative than his aura already suggested. His eyes were made of rich mahogany and held many secrets, as if locked in a strongbox that you wouldn't dare open in fear of what you might find within. If one ventured close enough, his eyes would hungrily envelop yours and pull your feet towards him. It was nothing he did precisely, it just looked as if he had a secret you would enjoy hearing about. He was definitely an authoritative looking person and that appearance was a huge turn on.

  Bill studied her for just a moment, and then dropped his head back with a fantastic laugh. She'd hardly ever seen Bill laugh, and she found it to be absolutely glorious. The line of his throat could have been the subject of an entire black and white photography series.

  "Liza and I are well suited for each other," Bill said, his eyes sparkling as he looked past Hope at his wife.

  "I agree," Hope said.

  "Come inside," he said. "We ordered in."

  The apartment was decorated in a modern style, all angles and clean lines. It still felt approachable, though, which was nice. The long glass and steel dining table was covered with take-out containers that smelled absolutely delicious.

  "Bill said you liked Indian," Liza said, "So I ordered - well, some of just about everything."

  She really had. Hope could see tandoori chicken, saag paneer, samosas, and lamb tikka masala, as well as a pile of what was probably naan wrapped in foil.

  "This is – wonderful."

  They settled in to the delicious meal and light conversation. Liza was still finding plenty of work and was excited about a new project she'd gotten involved with through the university, highlighting the appropriation of the female form through photography. Bill's business had struggled slightly last year, but things were smoothing out now, and he was moving forward.

  She found herself watching the two of them carefully. She'd always gotten the sense from Michael that Bill was exclusively interested in kinky sex, but she saw the couple share several casual touches and long looks that she associated with a couple who had a loving life.

  "I’m a lucky man, she really understands me," Bill said.

  Hope turned her attention back to the conversation. "I'm glad of that," she said, offering him a smile. She felt the moroseness of grief twisting around her, and fought not to give in to it. Not having her own companionship didn't mean she wouldn't have it again, and it didn't erase the years she'd had with Michael. She could be sad without being destroyed and overwhelmed by the sadness.

  "And we came to an agreement," Bill said, his voice suddenly tighter, tenser than Hope had been expecting. "Since she's so good and kind about enjoying my fantasies with her and without her, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't give her the same freedom and enjoyment?"

  Hope's groin twisted in a way that had nothing to do with nervousness or fear. Had they invited her here for that other kind of proposition? That would be – oh, that could be delicious. That could be amazing. She glanced at Liza, and found the woman watching her with a calm demure gaze. It was hard for Hope to get a read on whether or not she was nervous, whether or not she was intrigued.

  "I'm interested," Hope said, trying to mirror that same calm neutrality. "Tell me more about what you have in mind?"

  Bill knew her well enough to smile. "Liz?" He said.

  Liza's voice shook just a little, but Hope was sure it was from her own interest, not from anxiety.

  "I want to watch my husband degrade, then fuck another woman," she said. "I want to tell him what to do. I want to berate her, just a little, tell her about how much better he is at fucking me, tell her how much better I am for him. And I want her to touch me. I want her to beg me for direction. I want her entirely waiting on my pleasure."

  Hope took a long sip of cold water to try disguise how very much that simple description had turned her on. She doubted that anything could hide the tight peaks of her breasts that were now cutting angrily into her bra, or the fact that she needed to squeeze her thighs together and shift for a moment to focus enough to speak.

  "Forgive me for prying," she said. "Bill, Michael always made it sound like you enjoyed the kinky side of sex. I'm confused as to why I'm even in this moment, because this offer sounds amazing, and I really want to take you up on it. But I just – need to know we're all on the same page. I have a… umm… fetish and so far, it sounds like I just need to ask?"

  A long look passed between the couple, and Liza gave a small, slight nod.

  "Yes, we know all about it," Bill said, "Michael told us that he was not able to give you what you needed. And I can assure you that Liza and I can meet and exceed your expectations."

  "As for me, I've loved men, women, and those who don't consider themselves either one," Liza said, her eyes on the man across the table from her. "I love making love, I suppose. But it's been a while since I kissed a woman, and I want to, and I want to show you that control can be a different kind of delicious. Your name has always come up in our conversations."

  She took a long, slow breath and paused. "And if this works – if we all get along well together? I'd hope that we could see each other more often. All of us. Or just the two of us. Or the two of you. Or anything." She shrugged. "This new job means I may be away more often. I'd feel better if I knew that Bill had someone to take care of, if you know what I mean."

  "Yes," Hope said, before she even knew the word was going to escape her lips. She wanted this so much that it was dangerous. "Please. Yes."

  Bill leaned back in his chair, a smile spreading across his face. Liza froze for just one moment, and
then her smile was big enough to match his. It was she who stood and moved slowly around the table until she was standing next to Hope. Hope pushed her chair back from the table, looking up at this beautiful woman, letting her posture show both her interest and her acceptance of Liza's authority.

  Liza reached out, tracing a line of heat from Hope's ear down her jawline, then up to pull on her lower lip. "Will you play with us tonight, dearest?"

  Hope glanced down so that she could look back up, letting her eyelashes frame her gaze. She caught her lower lip between her teeth to take the innocent ingénue moment just a little bit further.

  "If you want me," she murmured. "If you both want me that much, I don't know how I could say no to you."

  Liza smiled, reeling up the control that Hope was handing her with the experience of someone who'd played a soft Dom before. "You couldn't," she said. "You belong to me, now. You both do, because you trust me, and you're going to let me play with you like dolls. You're going to let me do anything I want to you, no matter how it makes you feel, because I want to do it."

  Heat was pooling between Hope's thighs; she didn’t have to press her thighs together to know that her panties were soaking wet. "Yes," she said, looking up at Liza, then letting her gaze flicker away as if to be carefully not challenging her.

  Liza leaned over Hope, her hands resting on the arms of Hope's chair. For the first time, Hope noticed that the other woman was wearing a blouse that was cut in a V-neck, and from this angle, she had a perfect view of the woman's pert breasts with their dark brown, tightened nipples. Hope licked her lips and found herself idly hoping that she'd get a chance to wrap her tongue around those sweet peaks before the night was over.

  "Like what you see?" Liza asked, her voice almost a purr.

  "So much."

  "I want you to go kiss my husband," she said. "I want you to kiss him and grind into his lap and make him want you. But I want you to know, while you're doing it, that he'll never want you as much as he wants me. He's only kissing you because I told him to. He's only touching you because I want him to. If I tell him to, he'll dump your ass on the floor. Do you understand?"

  "Yes," Hope said. She was glad for her yoga routine; a month ago, her hip wouldn't have stood for what she was about to do to it. She stood, swaying just a moment as her thighs and ass tingled with the electric need that was centered in her pussy. Then she walked to Bill, who had pushed himself back from the table and was watching her move, his hand in his lap, kneading at the firm thickness of his huge erection. She'd heard fantastic stories about getting a gigantic cock; she'd never been a size queen herself, but she was thrilled at the idea of fucking someone who made Michael look like a joke.

  "You okay," Bill asked, his voice shaking with something that Hope couldn't quite qualify. It wasn't exactly need, and it wasn't exactly fear, but there was something there. Something wanting and something nervous and something deep and intense.

  "Delighted," she said. "I hadn't dare to hope that someone wanted just me anymore. It was always Michael, making these things happen."

  "Liza's always wanted you," Bill said. "She's wanted you since the first day she saw you. And I always do anything to give her what she wants."

  "You're a good husband," Hope said, sliding into his lap, crouching with one knee on either side of his hips. He pressed up into the core of her cunt with the back of his hand before he gave way to her, and she hissed at the surge of need that passed through her. She leaned into him, seeking his mouth with hers, pressing their lips together as she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. His hands came to her breasts, kneading at the softened flesh that did a lovely job of reminding her how good it was to have someone teasing at her nipples.

  "Yes," she heard behind her, and then a hand grabbed her hair, tugging her head back so that her throat was exposed. She stared up at Liza whose eyes were wide with excitement. Bill's mouth closed on her throat, and she cried out, her hips grinding down into his erection.

  "You chose well," Liza murmured towards Bill but also to herself. "She's gorgeous."

  Bill broke off the teasing torture of her flesh to make a scornful noise. "I always choose well," he murmured.

  Hope ground against him, her hands still wrapped around his neck, her voice making kittenish keening sounds. Her body was on fire, the good kind of fire, the best kind of fire that ever existed. She'd forgotten what it felt like, to be wanted, to feel needed, to feel something other than the pressure of her own hand in her pussy.

  "God, she's needy," Liza murmured to her husband. There was no scorn in her voice, only admiration. "I think she could come just from grinding on your lap. What do you think?"

  Bill knew his lines perfectly. "I think she will if you want her to, and she won't if you don't," he said. Hope could have kissed him, and would have if Liza had let go of the cruel grip on her hair.

  There was a dragging sound of wood over laminate, and then the angle of the pull changed. Hope went with it, and after a few moments, she found herself leaning back against Liza's breasts, her hips still arching up into Bill's body.

  "Shame you didn't wear a skimpy short skirt," Bill murmured as he ran his hands up the insides of her thighs. "I could fuck you right here, if you'd done that. Would you like that?"

  Hope didn't answer for a moment, not until Liza twisted her fingers just a little tighter in her hair. "He asked you a question," she snapped into Hope's ear, following it up with an indelicate nip to the earlobe that made Hope whimper. "You should answer his questions."

  "I want what you want," she managed to pant, "as long as you want me to come very, very soon."

  Liza's hands, slender, but with very long fingers, closed over her breasts, her fingertips tightening almost harshly on Hope's nipples. She felt her body arch up, heard a soft keening sound that she thought came from her own throat.

  "Don't you think you can wait, pet?" Liza asked, the emphasis on the word 'pet' making Hope twist and squirm.

  "I don't want to wait," she managed to say. "I don't know if I can wait."

  "If you couldn't, would you want to be punished?"

  Something deep and dark inside Hope surfaced, and she shook her head up and down in a way that conveyed her pleasure at the idea.

  "Oh my God, I thought you would never ask," she said, and that same darkness was quickly relieved when both their hands fell away from her body, giving her space to talk. "I think I love the punishment side of things. Humiliate me, tease me, make me beg and beg for more, spank me good but don’t hurt me."

  "That’s perfectly okay," Liza said. She glanced at her husband, and they exchanged some careful looks. "But I want your dress off now. How do you feel about that?"

  "Good," Hope said, heat suffused over her again. Ever since she’d seen those spanking porno movies, she'd been trying to get Michael to fulfill her fantasy. Now, here with Liza and Bill, her dream might finally come true. She started to sweat and squirm in anticipation of the pleasure she knew was soon coming.

  Liza stood, bringing them both to their feet. Hope reached to lift her skirt but found Bill swatting her hands away. He lifted off her dress and dropped it to the floor, then kicked it out of the way. Hope had a moment of being thankful that she'd worn a matching set of lingerie before Bill leaned forward to mouth her pussy through her underwear.

  "Christ," she moaned, her hands grabbing the back of his head. "Oh Christ."

  He moaned against her flesh, and then pushed the thin lace fabric out of the way, as his tongue moved to her slit. Stars burst in front of her eyes and her hands went wild. She couldn't support herself, couldn't lock her knees, and she was so close it hurt, the orgasm burning a frustrating urge inside her. She knew not to come, she knew to wait for permission.

  Liza caught her weight and teased at her nipples again as Bill lapped at her soaked pussy, then pushed two fingers roughly inside of her. She shrieked, riding his hand and panting, forcing herself to breathe deeply enough to keep the orgasm at bay. Her belly t
wisted, needing the release she'd been denied for so long.

  And then Liza's voice, Liza's gorgeous, sweet voice barked in her ear. "Don’t you dare come, I haven’t given you permission! If you come, you will regret it.”

  It wasn't like in the porn flicks she used to watch with Michael – as if she could just come or not come on command. It took a long moment for her body to get the memo, but then it was too late. Her breath caught in her throat, and everything around her shattered into a thousand spectacular, sparkling pieces. Bill groaned below her, the vibrations driving her just a little bit further over the edge, into the realm of over sensitization and almost pain. Liza noticed, and while Hope was still gasping from the intensity of her orgasm, she pushed Bill aside, and grabbed Hope firmly by her hair.

  “I’m sorry.” Hope’s eyes dropped to the floor as she whimpered, trying to catch her breath. She knew excuses wouldn’t matter. In the pit of her stomach, she knew there was going be consequences.

  “Saying you’re sorry is not good enough!” Liza said, giving her hair another tug. And you will refer to me as Ma’am. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Hope grew more and more nervous. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Liza walked around to the other side of a desk and grabbed a small leather riding crop from a drawer. She made certain Hope saw it as she circled back and handed it over to Bill. He didn’t speak. Hope wondered if Bill’s silence was just his way of waiting for instructions from Liza.

  Suddenly Bill yanked her lacy panties down to her ankles and pulled them off to the side. He nudged her feet further apart until her legs were spread wide enough to be just a little uncomfortable. The cool, air-conditioned air teased across her fully exposed cunt. Hope shivered slightly in both fear and anticipation, feeling deliciously vulnerable.