Chapter 7
Friday - Day 7
Another morning, another wake-up blowjob. This morning, I did not even open my eyes. I simply relaxed and enjoyed Becky's wonderful mouth. Whenever Becky thought that I was asleep, she was amazingly gentle, increasing the pace when I woke up. It took a little while, but I could tell when she realized that I was awake, as she got much more aggressive.
Finally, the inevitable occurred, and I gave her the breakfast treat that she expected. I still had not opened my eyes when she moved up and kissed me. I held her for a while, floating in the pleasant feelings. Unfortunately, it was a workday, and eventually I had to send her on her way and get myself ready for work. At least tomorrow was Saturday, and I could enjoy the morning lazing with Becky in bed.
When I got home, Becky greeted me at the door the same way as yesterday, only today she was completely nude. I stood outside the door for a few minutes, admiring Becky framed in the doorway. It amazed me that with the door open, and the possibility of someone walking by at any moment, Becky still showed a complete lack of self-consciousness. If anything, she appeared to be preening for me.
I walked in and grabbed her. I attached my mouth to hers and wrapped my hands around her. The drink spilled on the floor, but I didn't care. In fact, the thought flitted through my mind that I would quite enjoy watching her on her hands and knees cleaning it up later.
I made out with Becky for quite a while, enjoying her body squirming in mine. Finally, I finished with a quick kiss on the tip of her nose and I closed the door.
"So, how was your day?" I asked.
"It just got a lot better!" she replied.
"Anything interesting happen today?" I inquired.
"Not really," Becky said. "About the only thing interesting was that I set up a lunch with Christine. She's taking me to a really nice place for lunch on Saturday. She wanted to take me out to dinner, but I want to spend that time with you, sir."
"That's sweet," I said. "What time is dinner tonight?"
"Jamie is coming to pick us up in about an hour and a half," Becky told me.
"OK," I said. "Let's go take a shower and I'll help you pick out your clothes."
I washed Becky, and she reciprocated. I used a couple of fingers to ensure that Becky's ass was perfectly clean, outside and in. Also, knowing how sensitive a woman's genitals are to soap, I made sure to lick any soapy residue off of Becky. She reciprocated by rinsing my cock off with her mouth. We both left the shower suitably horny.
When we had dried off, Becky took out a tube with a nozzle on it. "What is that?" I asked.
"Lubricant, sir," Becky replied. "The shower was fun, but probably dried me out. I want to make sure that I am always ready for you." And with that, she reached back and inserted the nozzle in her ass and squeezed the tube. It was a very intimate thing to watch her prepare herself for me.
"You do this every day?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Becky replied. "Every morning I give myself and enema to clean myself out for you. Then I lubricate myself so that I am ready for you."
"Do you enjoy doing that?" I asked.
"Well, it's not like I have an enema fetish," she responded. "I don't enjoy the process that much, but it's like shaving. Even if it is a little annoying, I am doing it for the end result." Becky moved into my arms and gave me a kiss, then continued, "And sir, I love the results when you do my end."
I groaned at that, and then asked, "Is this the same Becky that wouldn't let me near her ass?"
"No, sir, it's not," she replied. "That Becky should be thoroughly punished for denying you, and me, the pleasure of having her ass used."
"Well, before this month is over Becky will be punished for denying both of us the enjoyment that we have had this week," I said. "But not tonight. Tonight we will enjoy a dinner with our friends. Let's go get dressed."
We went back to the bedroom and got dressed. For Becky I picked out one of the outfits we had purchased from Christine. It was purple and short at the bottom and low-cut at the top. This was a dress that she would have to be very careful in, because bending over too far exposed her breasts (no bra, of course), and if she twirled too fast or bent over too far, her pussy would put in an appearance.
This dress was a far cry from anything that Becky would have worn out with our friends before. "How do you feel about wearing this out?" I asked. "The moment you walk into the restaurant wearing this everyone will know that something is up."
"I have to admit that I am anxious about it," Becky said. "But it excites you to see me in it, and that is reason enough to wear it. Plus, this way I won't have to come up with a clever way to show people that our relationship has changed. When they ask me why I'm wearing it, I will just say them that you told me to wear it."
"You do know that in that dress, even if I don't tell you to, it is quite likely that some of them will see more of you then they ever thought they would," I said.
"Well, sir," Becky replied with a small smile, "it won't be the last time, will it?"
"No," I said warmly, "it won't."
We went to the living room and sat down to wait for Jamie. "While we are waiting, I want to talk to you for a minute. I was thinking about our relationship last night. Do you realize that it was at dinner exactly a week ago that you offered yourself to me?"
"Yes, sir," Becky replied.
"I want you to tell me how you feel about it. I want to know what you were thinking it would be like when you made the offer. I want to know how the experience you are having is different than your expectations. I want to know how you feel about the past week. And I to know how you feel about yourself after serving me for this week, and how you feel about me."
Becky sat there for a minute, composing her thoughts. "You don't ask simple questions, do you sir?" Becky said.
After a couple of more moments, Becky responded. "I wasn't really sure what to expect when I made the offer. When you broke up with me, I was devastated. I really had believed that things were fine between us. I was shocked and hurt, and I almost didn't listen to what you were saying.
"I cried for a long time, and since I couldn't understand it, I tried dissecting our relationship from my perspective, and I still didn't get it. It took me half the night before I started thinking about what you said. It was hard to do, because I was seriously pissed at you, but I tried to think objectively about what you said.
"At first, I thought you were simply tired of me and just using excuses, but I realized that you were being honest, at least from your perspective. I definitely knew you were being a selfish bastard. But I really thought about the things you said. And I also thought about my other relationships. It took me a while, but I realized that many of the things that you said were true.
"I knew that I was not particularly happy with my life, but I also knew that the part of my life that I was most happy about was you. I really loved you, and it devastated me that you didn't love me. But then I thought about what you said, and I realized that you did love me; you just didn't like me. And I concluded that I didn't like me much either, and I hadn't for a very long time.
"So there I was. Depressed, alone, and doomed to live the rest of my life with someone I didn't like. I didn't know what to do. Even knowing all the things about me that I didn't like, I still could never seem to make a change that would make me happy. And now I had lost the one person I had loved. Who loved me.
"I replayed the conversation we had, or rather the speech you made, over and over again in my head. I really thought about it. And I realized that what you were asking for was not entirely unreasonable. In fact, it was almost exactly the mirror of the relationship that I had with you. You did what I wanted, when I wanted. You had sex when I wanted, and did without when I didn't want. You took care of me. If I needed something from the drugstore at two in the morning, you went and got it.
"What I thought you wanted was what I had. What I gave up by having all the attributes that I hated about myself. I went to sleep thinking that I had lost the best thing in my life just to be a person that I didn't want to be. My mother always told me that if I wanted to solve a problem and couldn't, I should think about it before I went to sleep and my mind would solve it for me. It usually worked, and it did again.
"When I woke up, I had my answer. If I could not change who I was for myself, someone I didn't particularly like, could I change myself for someone else, someone whom I loved? I clearly wasn't doing much for myself on my own. What if I gave you what you wanted? What if I put myself entirely in your hands?
"I know you, sir. I know who you are. And I could not believe for a moment that you had changed so completely that you could seriously hurt me in any way. Oh, sure, I thought that you would want to get back at me for all the times I hurt you, but I could never believe that you would intentionally hurt me in a real and lasting way.
"So I decided to do what I did. I gave myself to you to do as you pleased. I wasn't sure what that would be. I didn't know how you would treat me. But I was more determined about this than about anything in my life. If I was going to give myself to you, I was going to do it completely. I was going to do everything you said, no matter what, unless it put my life in danger."
Becky smiled at me and said, "I assumed you would want a lot more sex. I figured you would make me clean the apartment naked. I thought you would demand blowjobs morning, noon and night. I thought you would do petty things to punish me. But I was willing to put up with it, both to make you happy and as penance for the way that I had treated you. I thought that if I could not make you happy, could not make me happy, then I deserved any punishment you would dish out.
"What I did not expect was to feel more loved, more taken care of, more cherished. The first rule was to obey you, which I expected. But the second rule was to take care of myself. The second rule wasn't for me to be naked in front of you all the time. Or to fuck all your friends. You made me take better care of me. You weren't willing to put up with the excuses that I would have given myself. It was clear from that second rule that you were going to make sure that I became a better person.
"You did many of the things that I expected, and you deserved to. You spanked me, and it surprised me when it made me feel good. You embarrassed me in public, but you did it in such a way as to still make me feel protected. I was half afraid that you would make me go into the kitchen of Alfredo's and fuck every waiter and busboy in the place, but you didn't. Instead, I had to expose myself to another woman. I didn't feel threatened. Just exposed, and surprisingly turned on.
"I still don't know whether it was the woman in the restroom seeing me take my bra off for you, or the fact that I was doing it for you, but it awoke something in me. I wanted you to expose me. I wanted you to be in control of me. I wanted you to take care of me. I wanted to put myself in your hands. If I had any doubts before, they all went away at that moment. I knew that I would do anything you wanted, and that you would be there to take of me afterwards.
"You told me that I would be punished, and I could not wait. I wanted it. I felt I deserved it. I thought that you could string me up and whip me for hours, and I would accept it as my due. But you didn't. You spanked me, and paddled me, and every time you did it, you made me cum. You might think that you are punishing me, and it does hurt like hell, but it is far less than I deserve and far more pleasurable than I ever thought possible,
"Sir, this week has been a whirlwind of emotions for me. You took my anal virginity, an act that should have disgusted me, and I loved it. Every morning I clean myself out and grease myself up in the hopes that you will bury your cock in my ass right up into my stomach.
"You had me expose myself to and play with other women, an act that I have never had an interest in before, and now I wet myself thinking about playing with Christine or Jamie. You didn't even suggest it, and all I could think of is how I want to see you with another woman, when a week ago I would have left you in a second, with no remorse, if I found out you were with anyone else.
"And now, sir, I cannot tell begin to tell you how happy I feel. It goes against everything I believe in, everything I was raised to believe, everything society tells me to believe. I want to serve you. I don't just feel like I want to serve someone, but I want to serve you. And I want to feel protected by you. I want you to keep pushing me, while still caring for me. I want to do everything I can to make you happy, sir, because I have found that when I am making you happy, it makes me happy.
"And sir, when this month is over, I want to be yours forever. I want you to collar me. I want you to pierce me. I want you to tattoo me with your mark. I want anyone who looks at my body to know without a doubt that I belong to you."
With that, Becky went to her knees in front of me and put her head on my lap and her arms around my leg. "I will be yours," she whispered.
I reached down and stroked her hair, stunned. I had asked what she felt, and she told me. I knew that she was enjoying herself, but the depth of the emotion that she had expressed awed me. I didn't know how to respond. I pulled her up into my lap, and held onto her.
"I want you to know," I told her, "that I have enjoyed this week more than I have any other week in my entire life. Last Friday morning I thought my life was over, that I had given up one of the best things I'd ever had to pursue a dream of something I needed, but was sure I could never find. And then you came back and not only gave me everything I thought I was looking for, but exceeded my expectations at every turn.
"Becky, I love you. I love you more than I ever have, and I like you far more that I ever have. You make me happy with you, and you make me happy with me. As much as I have pushed you, you have pushed me. And I think we are making each other better people."
We kissed and hugged for a while, both of us crying a little. Then I told Becky "All that being said, however, we are still on a trial period, and I will still be trying you, in many senses of the word. You haven't earned your marks yet!"
Becky wiped her eyes and laughed, "Oh, I know that sir, but you just watch and see. You won't know what hit you!"
"I'm both afraid and excited about that," I replied.
We both cleaned ourselves back up, and Becky fixed her makeup. We must have finished our discussion just in time, because just as we sat down in the living room again, there was a knock on the door. We both got up to answer it, and as expected, there was Jamie at the door. She was wearing a simple black dress, cut to show off her figure.
"Come in for a minute, and we'll get our stuff and go," I said, stepping back to allow her in. She just stood there, and Becky and I looked at her.
"Before I come in, I need to show you something." She then reached down and pulled her skirt up, showing both of us her clean-shaven pussy. It looked absolutely delicious. She held her dress up for about ten seconds, and then she dropped it.
"I just wanted to show you that I pay off my bets," she said, as she walked into the apartment. She looked at Becky and said, "That is the most I've seen you wearing in a while."
Becky reached out and kissed Jamie lightly on the lips. She giggled and said, "I'm still only wearing one item of clothing."
Jamie giggled back and said, "Me, too!"
Oh, man. Between the two of them I knew I would be rock hard all night long. I haven't really described Jamie before, so I will now. Jamie is 5' 8" and has dirty blonde hair. I guess it will be hard for me to tell if it was natural now.
Jamie is skinny, but not outrageously so. She is not 'model' gorgeous, but she is definitely up there. If I were being honest, and putting Becky and Jamie side by side, right now Becky would be considered prettier. Her tits are very firm, probably a C, and fit nicely on her frame. She tended to dress to show her figure off nicely, and she had excellent taste.
We gathered our things, and when we were ready to go, I herded the girls out to a cab. In the cab, I looked at Becky and said, "I know you are nervous about tonight, but I want you to do this with a completely clear head. I don't want you to drink. If you think it would help people to think you are getting a little drunk, feel free to pretend to be drinking, but I don't want a single drop of alcohol in you, OK?"
"Yes, sir," Becky responded.
We continued towards our destination when Jamie asked, "What about me?"
"What about you what?" I inquired.
"Can I drink?" she asked.
I looked at her for a long moment. "You are asking my permission to drink?"
"Well, yes," she said.
"Why would you need my permission?" I asked.
"I figured that it would not be fair to Becky if we are going together and she had to follow rules that I am not following," Jamie answered.
I gave her another studied look, and asked, "So you are on a date with us?"
Jamie looked down and didn't answer. Perhaps she was embarrassed. So I asked, "Are you willing to follow the same rules as Becky?"
Jamie nodded her head. I looked over at Becky, and she looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary. Or maybe like the canary that was planning on eating the pussy. In either case, she was clearly pleased by the turn of events.
"Well, I will not make you follow all the rules that Becky does, but for tonight, the rules that apply to both of you are rules one and three," I told Jamie.
"What are rules one and three?" Jamie asked.
Becky responded, "Rule one is that we never refuse him anything. We obey everything he says."
"I can do that for a night," Becky said. "And what is rule three?"
"Rule three," Becky replied, "is that he will punish us as he sees fit. That means if you don't obey him, you will be punished. I can be punished on his whim, even if I don't do something wrong, but I think he meant that you would only get punished if you do something wrong, at least for tonight."
"I understand," Jamie said. "Do you really get punished for no reason at all?"
In response, I pulled Becky over my lap. This put her head right in Jamie's lap, facing her crotch. I pulled Becky's skirt up and in full view of the driver and Jamie, I gave 5 quick, hard swats. When I was done, I rubbed my hand around her ass cheeks, then swiped my fingers through her wet pussy and gathered her juices on my fingers. I looked at Jamie as I licked my fingers off, and then helped Becky sit up.
"Sometimes I just do it because I enjoy it," I said to Jamie. Still looking at Jamie, I asked, "Did you enjoy it Becky?"
"Oh, yes sir!" she replied. "But you stopped too soon!"
"Don't worry," I told Jamie, "you haven't done anything wrong yet."
"I wasn't worried," said Jamie, licking her lips. "So can I drink?"
"Tonight, I'll let you decide that," I told her.
At that point we arrived at the restaurant and went into the bar to meet the others.
We were having dinner with six friends. There was Bob and Lisa, who had been dating for about a year. Then there was Jill, Joan, Mark and Mike, who were all single. We had all been friends for a while, and we tended to go out as a group every couple of months.
As we walked into the bar, Becky put her arm through my right arm, and Jamie did the same through my left. Becky leaned over and whispered, "When you spanked me, I could tell that Jamie was very excited. She smells wonderful!"
I was grinning broadly when I saw Mark and Joan at the bar. Mark spotted us and waved us over. When he got a look at what Becky was wearing, he whistled and said, "Damn, girl, you look different. That outfit is hot!"
"Do you think so?" she asked, moving a little away from me and twirling. When she did that, her skirt flew up and she was dangerously close to exposing herself, but she stayed decent. She winked at me as she re-attached herself to my arm.
"And what's the deal with you?" Mark asked me. "You have two dates and I have none? How is that fair?" It probably wasn't. Mark was about five years younger than me, about two inches taller, and much better built. He worked out a lot, and was ruggedly handsome. He had short, dark curly hair.
"I'll play your date tonight," Joan teased him. Joan had black hair just past her shoulders. She was pretty, but not gorgeous. She was about 5' 6" and was curvy, but not fat or voluptuous.
We all laughed and them, and Becky asked, "And can I get you a drink, sir?"
"Sir!" exclaimed Joan.
Becky smiled at her, but otherwise ignored the comment. "I'll have a coke," I said.
"And you, Jamie?" she asked.
"I'll have exactly what you are having," she said.
She went off to the bar, and Joan said, "Boy, you have got her trained!"
I smiled and said, "I'm working on it."
Just then, Bob, Lisa, Jill and Mike came in together. Bob is about 5' 10" and is fairly average looking. He has brown hair, a light tan. If you saw him in the street, you wouldn't remember him five minutes later. Lisa is 5' 4" with dirty brown hair. She is somewhat overweight and has a nice sized chest, which went with a nice sized ass and a slightly large stomach. Bob and Lisa had been dating a year, and were still madly in love. They still had their own apartments, but we were expecting an engagement any day.
Mike wouldn't win any beauty pageants. He was just slightly taller than Lisa and far heavier. He was portly, and somewhat balding, but he was one of the most fun people you could ever meet. Jill, on the other hand, could easily win a beauty pageant. She was 5' 11," long blonde hair, skinny, small but very firm breasts, and a girl next-door sort of look. She had dabbled in modeling from time to time.
We all greeted each other when Becky came back with our drinks. "Coke for you, Rum and Coke for us," Becky said. Everyone commented on Becky's dress - it was definitely not her normal style.
"I got it at this great boutique. The saleswoman was so helpful, and so cute I just wanted to eat her up!" Becky giggled. Everyone laughed except Jamie, who narrowed her eyes at Becky. Clearly, she thought there was more than a joke to the statement.
We all went and were seated, Jamie maintaining station on my left and Becky on my right. We were handed menus and we all started perusing them, except for Becky who didn't even pick her menu up. I knew what she was up to again, and I was willing to oblige.
We all chatted and caught up on things until the waiter came to take our order. He made his way around the table until he got to Becky. "He'll be ordering for me," she told the waiter. I ordered for Becky, and then I told the waiter what I wanted. Before I could return the menu, Jamie said, "He'll be ordering for me as well." I made a selection for Jamie, and the waiter proceeded with the rest of the table. Jill gave the girls and me a very tight look and said, "OK, ladies. Time to freshen up."
The woman all started to go, and Becky looked at me for permission. I nodded, and that caused Jill to give me an even sharper look.
After they all trooped to the ladies room, Mark asked, "What's going on, dude? Becky calling you 'Sir', Jamie all over you, both of them having you order for them. What's up with that?"
"Yeah, give man!" said Mike.
"Becky and I are just moving to a new stage in our relationship. Jamie's just along for the ride, and to support Becky. That's all."
"What kind of 'stage'?" asked Bob. "Am I going to have to start ordering food for Lisa soon?"
"I doubt it," I said laughing. "It's just something Becky and I are doing."
The guys kept pushing, but I wouldn't say any more. I felt that it was up to Becky to decide what to tell them about this. I later discovered that a similar discussion was going on in the ladies room.
"What is going on with you, Becky?" asked Jill, as soon as they got into the bathroom.
"What do you mean?" Becky said, pulling out her compact to freshen her make-up.
"Oh no, you don't!" said Jill. "You're wearing a dress that you would not have been caught dead in a few months ago. You are letting him order for you. I saw you ask his permission to come in here. What's going on? Does he have something on you? Is he abusing you? You can tell us!"
Both Jamie and Becky snorted in laughter. "No! He is not abusing me," said Becky. "There is absolutely nothing non-consensual going on between us."
"Then what's the deal?" asked Joan.
"Well," said Becky, "we've had a number of long talks in the last week or so, and let's just say we've changed some of the parameters of the relationship a little bit."
"A little, right!" snorted Jamie under her breath.
"You are going to have to do better than that, girl! Tell us more!" Jill demanded.
Becky looked pleadingly at Jamie, who shrugged her shoulders. Then she looked around to make sure no one else was in the room. Finally she said, "OK, you guys are my best friends in the world, and I'm going to tell you this, but it's very personal, and its very important to me. I really need your support in this."
She took a couple of deep breaths, and then went on. "We've decided to change the nature of our relationship. From now on, I am going to allow him to take a completely dominant role, and I will take a completely submissive one."
"What does that mean?" asked Lisa.
"It means that he is in charge," replied Becky. "I do what he wants, when he wants it."
"That doesn't seem very enlightened," said Lisa.
"Don't knock it till you try it," snapped back Becky.
"Sorry, I didn't mean anything bad by it," said Lisa.
"I'm sorry, too," said Becky. "I'm very nervous how you are going to take this. I don't want to lose you as friends."
"How should we take it?" asked Jill. "It sounds like you are his slave."
"Not yet," said Becky.
"Not yet?!" exclaimed Joan. "What do you mean, not yet?"
Becky looked around nervously. "I mean that we are in a trial period. In a little over three weeks we are going to talk, and in all likelihood, at that point I will become his slave."
Everyone, including Jamie, was shocked at that. "I don't know what to think about this," said Lisa.
"Think whatever you want about it," said Jamie, "but understand that this is what Becky wants, and keep being her friend and support her through her decision."
"And what's up with you, Jamie?" asked Jill. "You are hanging on him too!"
"I've been hanging around with Becky a bit lately, trying to be supportive myself. That's all there is now," she replied.
"Look, Becky," said Joan, "I don't understand exactly what you are doing, or why, but I love you and you are my friend, and I'll be there for you." With that, she came over and gave Becky a big hug. Lisa did the same.
Jill said, "Well, I think you are completely screwed up, but it's your life, and I want you to be happy. But if he hurts you, I will rip out his balls!"
"Thanks, Jill," said Becky. "I'm not at all worried about him, and I have to say that I have been happier in the last week than I have ever been before!"
"I'll vouch for that," said Jamie.
After the conversation, they all trooped back to the table. Becky gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "What did you tell them?"
I responded, "Not much, just that we've had a change, but no specifics."
"Thanks," she said, and grabbed my hand and squeezed it, and held on for dear life.
"OK," Becky announced to the table, "I know that if I don't say anything you'll all talk about it anyway, and since I told the girls, I'll tell of all of you. First of all, you are all my best friends, and I want to keep it that way.
"What is going on is that we've changed our relationship a little - OK, a lot. We've decided that from now on, he is in charge of me completely. I listen to everything he says, and I obey him. I am completely submissive to him.
"I know that this isn't considered a modern style of relationship, but we talked it over a lot, and we've been doing this seriously for a week, and it is working out perfectly for us. It is not for everybody, but I am happier than I have ever been."
"As am I," I added.
"I already told this to the girls," Becky went on. "If you have any questions, or want to tell me that I'm crazy, do it now."
Everyone was silent for a few minutes, digesting the information. Then Mike howls at me, "You dog! The pictures flashing through my head! You are the luckiest man in the world!"
Everyone laughed. The tension was broken, and Mike continued, "Really, I hope this works out for you guys. Lord knows I've been in weirder relationships that this!"
"You've been in weirder relationships than anyone!" snapped Jill.
And everyone was off telling Mike girlfriend stories, of which there are many. Becky looked at me weakly and squeezed my hand. Jamie reached around me and squeezed Becky's shoulder. While I knew we would be answering questions about this for a long while, at least the elephant was announced to the room.
The rest of the evening was almost ridiculously normal. We had all the same discussions that we always do when we get together, and no one seemed excessively uncomfortable. Becky even threw in some 'Sirs' into her sentences, without it throwing people too much.
We all went to the bar after dinner for a couple of drinks and some mingling. Becky was approached by all the women looking to set up lunch dates in order to pump her for more information. Mark asked me to do the same thing. Jill came up to me and told me basically what she told Becky in the bathroom. She said, "Becky seems really happy, but you'd better be careful. If you take advantage of her and hurt her, I am going to rip your balls out!"
I hugged her and said, "Thank you for caring so much about Becky. I love her, and I care about her even more."
Eventually, we all went off our separate ways, with Jamie taking a cab with us. On the ride to Jamie's place, Becky filled me in on some of the conversations from the bar. Jamie said that Joan approached her for lunch as well, so that she could find out what Jamie's role in all this was.
When we got to Jamie's house, I told the cabbie to wait for us, and the three of us went to her front door. Becky said to Jamie, "Thanks for doing this, and supporting me, and being there for me through all of this. You really are my best friend."
"I love you too, you silly cow! Plus, I had a lot of fun. I haven't been on a date this interesting in a long time!"
"Do you kiss your date good bye on the first date?" I asked.
Becky snorted, "Kiss them good bye! The slut's been known to kiss them good morning on the first date!"
"Well, I only kiss good night on the first date," I said, and I went over and wrapped my arms around Jamie and started to kiss her deeply. While I've kissed her on the cheek before, this was the first deep kiss that I've given any woman since starting to date Becky.
Jamie seemed nervous and startled at first, but soon melted into the kiss. I felt her melt into my arms, and I quite enjoyed it. After I was done, I stepped back. "That was very nice," said Jamie. "Thank you."
"I liked it as well," I said. "But I believe that there was someone else on this date as well." Becky didn't hesitate. She moved to Jamie and started wrapping her arms around her. Jamie initially shied away, but then seemed to resolve an internal conflict and she wrapped her own arms around Becky. Their kiss seemed much more passionate than mine, and I got a little jealous and a lot turned on. After a little while of kissing, I noticed that Becky's hand had slipped up and was fondling Jamie's tit. When they broke their clinch, both were breathing very hard.
"I can't believe it," I said jokingly. "Here I am, supposedly the one in charge, and Becky gets further than I do on our first kiss."
Jamie apparently did not take it as a joke, because she stepped back into my arms and started kissing me again. At the same time, she grabbed my hand and shoved it under her skirt. Her thighs were wet and sticky and her pussy was soaked. I slipped a finger in and moved it around a little, and then I removed it and moved away from her.
I looked at her, and she looked like she was going to attack. I kissed her lightly on her lips and said, "We have to get home now." Then I whispered, "Don't play with yourself till Becky calls you. Will you obey me?"
She looked entirely frustrated, but she nodded her head. We said good night and Jamie walked into her apartment building and we got back into the cab. I held up the finger that was in Jamie and asked Becky, "Would you like to share the first taste?" She looks at my finger hungrily and we both start licking until it was clean. She tasted light and delicious.
It was only a short drive back to our apartment, but Becky was attached to me at the lips the entire time. We paid the cabbie and Becky rushed me into our apartment. She was all for ripping my clothes off in the hall, but I slowed her down and took her to the bedroom. I took of my clothes and told her to strip. She ripped the dress over her head and moved to help me.
I lay down in the bed, and pulled the phone to me. I told Becky, "Straddle me, and you can put the head of my cock by your pussy, but under no circumstances are you to let me enter you until I tell you, do you understand?"
Becky groaned, but acknowledged what I said. I put the phone on speakerphone and dialed Jamie. She answered on the first ring, out of breath. "Is that you, Becky?" she asked.
"Not yet, it's me," I replied. "Did you obey my instructions?" I asked.
"Yes, I did," she said, "but it has been very difficult. Can I do it now?"
"Not yet," I said. "It would not have been fair to Becky to let you go and get relief before she could. On the other hand, I am not letting her get relief until you do as well."
Becky was clearly frustrated, as she yelled into the phone, "He's got me perched on top of his cock, and he won't let me put it in me! I'm going crazy!"
"Do you have a dildo with you?" I asked Jamie.
"Yes!" she said, embarrassedly.
"Put it just outside your wet, bald cunt, but don't put it in... is it there?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"OK, I'm going to count to three, and when I reach three, both of you can start fucking the item waiting to get into your pussy. One... two..."
I paused before three, but it is clear both of them were anticipating me, because Becky jammed herself down on my cock and starting humping me madly. On the phone I could hear Jamie wheezing as she fucked herself, and a few moments later the sound of her dildo starting to vibrate. Neither of them realized that I never said three, and they both kept pounding away. Within a minute Becky was coming, and Jamie was not far behind her.
I could tell that Jamie was slowing down after her cum, but Becky was not. She was quickly ramping up to another one, and when Jamie heard Becky, it started her back up again as well. Becky grabbed her clit and she quickly came again, though it sounded like Jamie was getting close, but was not there yet. I rolled Becky over and started fucking her missionary style. I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her, and then slid it back in, sometimes doing it slowly, sometimes fast.
In a few minutes, Becky started yelling, "My ass. Put it in my ass! Just like this, shove it in my ass!"
I could hear Jamie's moans as she heard Becky beg me. I pushed her legs up further and positioned my cock by her little asshole. She grabbed my cock with her hand and tried shoving it in. I slowly pushed in and she moaned as the head of my cock passed her sphincter.
"Oh, Jamie," she cried. "He's fucking my ass! He's fucking my ass so good. You have to try this! You have to let him do your ass. You'll never want it to stop." Becky kept up a running commentary to Jamie the entire time I was fucking her ass. I could hear Jamie coming over and over again on the other end of the phone line.
Finally, it all just got to me, and I said, "Oh, I'm going to come. I'm going to come in your sweet ass!"
"Oh, sir!" cried Becky, "Please come on my pussy and tits. Please pull out. Please come on me."
While I like coming in her, I had no problem with honoring her request, especially seeing how she begged for it so nicely. I pulled out and jerked myself for a minute till I came. My first shot splattered up to her tits, the next couple hit her stomach, and the final few dribbled onto her pussy.
I leaned back on my heels in exhaustion. Becky, meanwhile, continued her commentary to Jamie.
"Oh, Jamie, he came on me. He came all over me. He covered me from my tits to my pussy. Oh, I wish you were here to lick it all up. You would love it! If it were you, I would lick up his cum wherever he put it in you. Oh I can't wait!"
On the other side of the line, Jamie came again and it sounded stronger than any of her previous cums. After that, she settled down to a steady puffing, both of them sounding like steam locomotives coming to rest.
I moved to the side of Becky and said to Jamie, "Thank you for listening to me. I hope you had a nice night. I'll talk to both of you tomorrow about your punishment for starting before I reached the count of three. Good night."
I hung up the phone, moved it away, and snuggled up to Becky as we both quickly fell asleep.