Chapter 5
Wednesday - Day 5
On Wednesday, I woke up a little early. I heard Becky puttering around the bathroom, getting ready for work. I remained in bed, resting. Becky came out all ready to go to work, except for one thing of course. I didn't let her know I was awake as she came up to me. She took the covers off me, but before she could start my morning blowjob, I grabbed her and threw her on the bed.
Becky shrieked in surprise as I grabbed her skirt and pulled it up, burying my face in her pussy. Becky quickly stopped resisting and started moaning. I licked her pussy and stuck a finger in her cunt and then another in her ass. I brought her to orgasm, but I would not stop till I brought her off again.
After she came the second time, I moved up and kissed her. When her breathing returned to normal, she said, "Thank you for that, sir."
I responded, "If you recall, I said that I would do things for myself. Well, I happen to really enjoy eating you; your taste, your reaction, your movements. Believe me when I say that it was for my pleasure!"
"Well, now let me pleasure you some more," said Becky, as she tried going down on me. I would not let her.
"Not this morning," I told her. "I had my pleasure this morning; I'll save the rest for tonight. Plus, if you keep making me cum as much as you do, I think my balls will fall off."
Becky snuggled into me and said, "As you wish, sir, but can I at least clean your face off?" She then proceeded to do so, with her tongue.
"You seem to be enjoying the taste of pussy," I said.
"Well, it's growing on me. I certainly don't mind it," Becky responded.
"Just your own?" I asked.
"I don't know yet, sir," she replied. "I haven't tried anyone else's, have I?"
When I was clean, and I had snuggled with her a little more, I sent her off to work.
It was a fairly normal day at work, except for the anticipation of tonight. It would be, for the most part, Becky's show. She had asked me to act as if it was a normal night for us, and I was willing to comply.
When I got home, Becky met me at the door with a big hug and a tonsil-cleaning kiss. It looked like she had been cooking for a while.
"Jamie will be here in about an hour," she said. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? Can I get you a drink or a snack?"
"A drink would be nice. Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.
"Oh no, sir. I want to do this myself. You just relax," she said.
"OK," I said. "Is there anything else I should know about tonight?"
"Not really, sir," Becky told me. "From the perspective of how you treat me, I think that you should treat tonight as if we were home alone. I want Jamie to see what it's like to be me now."
"So if I get horny during dinner, I can have you lie over the table, grease up your ass, and give you a good ass-fuck in front of Jamie?" I asked.
"Well, that might be a bit much, sir. I was thinking of just having you treat me as normal, but without the overt sex. Of course, if you want to, I would not dream of stopping you. I would just like to point out, once again, that there is no need to grease me up, sir."
Have I mentioned how much I love the new Becky?
"And what you want to get out of tonight?" I asked. "Why are you doing this? What are you hoping to accomplish in the long term. And Becky, be honest."
Becky thought about this for a minute or two, and then said, "Well, sir, I am not 100% sure I know myself. One thing is to show her my new life, because I really want her to accept it. I think that when she sees how much I am enjoying this, she will.
"Another thing is to turn her on. She says that she doesn't understand how I could let you treat me this way, but I think that she really does understand, maybe so much so that she is afraid of it. I think that by the end of tonight she will be at home frigging herself mercilessly, wishing that it were she here instead of me.
"I've also been thinking about her and you, sir, and I think it would really turn me on to watch you fucking her. I know that doesn't seem possible, and a few weeks ago I would have left you in an instant if I thought you were making a play for her, but the last few days have really opened my eyes.
"I actually sat at work today, picturing Jamie bent over the couch while you fucked her from behind. And I have to admit that I thought about sucking your cum out of her. I can't believe it myself; I've never even been with a woman before, but I was turned on by it."
"So you want to treat her like Christine," I asked.
"No, sir," she replied. "I don't really know Christine that well, and I liked controlling her. But I've known Jamie all my life. She is my best friend. I don't really want to control her, and I wouldn't want to be controlled by her, but I wouldn't mind sharing you with her. I think it would be so hot, and I think that after she got over her initial reluctance and shock, she would think so too."
"So what are you looking for out of this," I asked? "A one night stand? Something longer?"
"I'm not sure. Everything is still a blur to me, and I guess I am just playing it by ear. I just want to take it a step at a time. Is that OK, sir?" she asked.
"Well, you seem to have a pretty good ear, so I'll play along for now," I told her.
Becky continued preparing dinner and setting the table, while I talked to her about our respective days and admired her body. She was wearing an apron to protect herself while she cooked, but watching her bend over to get a bowl out of a bottom cabinet was a definite treat.
As it was getting close to the time for Jamie to arrive, Becky started to go change. "What will you be changing into?" I asked.
"I only have the skirt," she said.
"I think you should wear something different today," I told her. "Come here."
I then proceeded to fold down the apron and tie it around her. When I was done, she had the apron going from her hips town to just below her pussy. The back, or course, was just the tie string, leaving her ass exposed, and her sexy tits were out for all to see as well.
Shortly thereafter, there was a knock on the door. Becky got all excited and said, "I'll get it, you just stay here," and started towards the door.
"Becky," I said. "Come here, now."
Becky looked startled as I kissed her, then swung her around and gave her ass one very hard slap. "Remember, Becky, who is in charge here."
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I'll be good." As she went to the door, I could see a red handprint already forming on her ass.
Becky opened the door, and greeted Jamie with a kiss on the cheek. Jamie looked a little uncomfortable with Becky's dress, or lack of it, as she came in. Becky took the bottle of wine that Jamie gave her and brought it to the kitchen. I saw Jamie looking at Becky's ass as she walked away.
I went over and greeted Jamie with a quick hug and a kiss on her cheek. She seemed a little uncomfortable around me as well, maybe even a little scared. I was somewhat unsure how this night would end up; perhaps Becky was pushing too hard.
Jamie was dressed in a pale blue blouse and a knee length white skirt. Her makeup was tasteful and she was wearing a nice, light perfume. We chitchatted for a few moments till we heard Becky.
"Hey, Jamie, can you come in here a second?" Becky asked from the kitchen. Jamie went over, and Becky talked to her in a soft voice, though it was loud enough for me to hear.
"I was wrong," Becky said to Jamie. "You can't be wearing underwear."
"What?" said Jamie, also in a low voice, glancing over at me. "Why not? I'm not his slave, too."
"You wish!" Becky replied, causing Jamie to blush even more. "And neither am I, yet. But it would be disrespectful for you to disobey a rule while you are my guest. He won't do anything to you, but I might be punished. So please, just take off your panties."
"But..." Jamie started, but seemed unable to finish. She looked at Becky for a moment longer, then reached up under her skirt and pushed her panties down. She stepped out of them, and started to put them in her bag, but Becky stopped her.
"No, you wore them into his house, so they are now his," Becky said, and she took the panties from Jamie and walked over and handed them to me. I looked at her, and then looked at Jamie. She had her head down and was blushing furiously. I put the moist piece of my cloth into my pocket and said, "I think we should sit down for dinner."
"OK," Becky said, "you guys sit down and I'll bring the food in." We sat and talked about inconsequential topics throughout the meal. Becky kept getting up to serve us, and each time I enjoyed looking at her ass. I noticed that Jamie was not shy about looking either.
During the main course, Becky was refilling our cups when she spilled the contents of my cup right into my lap. I jumped up, and she apologized profusely, trying to help me clean off. I told her to clean the mess by the table, while I went and changed. After I came back, Becky apologized again. I sat down and we finished the main course.
Becky asked, "Is everyone ready for dessert?"
"Not quite," I said. "Why don't we go into the living room first? There is something we need to take care of."
I went and sat on the couch, while Jamie sat in a chair across from me. "You," I said to Becky, "sit on the floor here," pointing in front of me. Becky sat in the correct position, and I continued, "I am not happy with your behavior tonight. Do you know what you did wrong?"
"I spilled your drink on you, sir," Becky said.
"That's correct, and for that you will get five spanks." I heard Jamie gasp. "What else did you do wrong?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, sir," she replied.
"When Jamie came in, you gave her the impression that I would punish you for her wearing panties. You know very well that I would not punish you for anyone else's action. You embarrassed her of your own volition and made it seem like it was my doing. So you will be punished for your actions, with fifteen more spanks. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she responded.
"And before we begin, you need to apologize to Jamie," I told her.
Becky crawled over to Jamie and took her hands. She looked up at Jamie and said, "I'm sorry, Jamie. It was me that wanted you without panties, not him. I'm sorry I embarrassed you. I hope you can forgive me."
Jamie looked at me, then down at Becky, nervously. "I guess it's OK," she said.
"I'd like to correct something Becky said," I told Jamie. "I wanted you without panties, as well. But I am not in a position to require that of you, so I would not have asked. Would you like them back?"
Jamie looked at me for a moment, and then said, "That's OK, I guess I'm used to it already. Why don't you keep them?" She smiled shyly at me.
"Go get the paddle, Becky," I said. Becky went to the bedroom and came back holding the paddle. "Over my lap," I said.
Becky spread herself across my lap, and presented her ass to me. "How many do you get?" I asked.
"Twenty with the paddle, sir," she replied.
"No," I said. "Spilling the drink just deserves my hand. Five spanks with my hand and then fifteen whacks with the paddle. Count." I started with my hand, and laid five hard ones across her ass. Then I took the paddle and started with it, slowly. By the time I got to five with the paddle, Becky was sobbing and squirming. By the time I got to ten, she was raising her ass to meet the paddle.
I looked across at Jamie, and she was squeezing her thighs together and breathing heavily as well. I slowly gave the last five, with each one hearing Becky's grunts and moans. When I finished, Becky said, "Please, sir. Please touch me. Please make me come."
I looked up at Jamie and said, "I don't know Becky. I think that might make Jamie uncomfortable, and a guest should not be made uncomfortable. I won't do it unless it is OK with Jamie."
Becky turned to look at Jamie and said, "Please, Jamie. Tell him it's OK?"
I gave Becky's ass another hard swat. "You will not coerce her," I said. "If it is OK with her, you can come. Otherwise, you will wait."
"I'm sorry, sir," Becky said. "I'm sorry Jamie. Please, just tell me. Would you mind if he made me cum? It would only take a few seconds."
Jamie looked at us. To me it seemed that she was ready to cum as well. She kept looking at me, then Becky, then Becky's ass, then back to me. After a minute she whispered, "It's OK with me."
Becky shrieked, "Thank you! Thank you so much, Jamie! Please, sir. She says it's OK." So I reached between her legs and touched her clit lightly, but that is all that it took, and she wailed as she went off. During her orgasm I plunged two fingers into her and played around the outside of her asshole with my thumb. Becky stayed rigid for about thirty seconds, and then collapsed across my lap breathing like she had just finished a marathon.
I let her lie there for a few minutes to recover, shifting my gaze between Becky's red ass and Jamie's flushed face. Not quite the same color red, but not too far off. When I felt enough time had passed, I raised my fingers to my mouth and cleaned them off, while Jamie stared at me. "Anyone else ready for dessert?" I asked. Jamie flushed again and dropped her gaze, while Becky said, "I'll get dessert at the table for you, sir."
We went back to the table and had a delicious dessert, though I preferred my pre-dessert. None of us talked about the spanking, instead concentrating on innocuous discussions about plans for the weekend. After dessert Becky asked Jamie if she wanted to stay and watch a movie, but she declined, saying she really needed to turn in.
As Jamie was preparing to leave, Becky said, "One more thing, Jamie. We had a little bet. I think I won."
Jamie said, "But what if I say that you are wrong?"
"Then I'd say I have to check for myself," said Becky.
Jamie flushed again and said, "You won." Then she paused for a moment, looked at me, and said to Becky, "But maybe you'd better check for yourself to make sure."
Becky grinned at me, and then went over to Jamie. "Thank you for coming. It was a fabulous evening," and she gave Jamie a hug and a kiss on her cheek, and at the same time, slipped a hand under her skirt and between her legs. Jamie's eyes closed and she sighed loudly. They stayed like that for about 20 seconds before Becky broke the hug. Jamie leaned against the wall, keeping her eyes closed.
"You're right," Becky said, "I did win."
"What do you want from me?" Jamie asked, her eyes still closed, her tongue licking her lips.
"Well, you already know that he likes the women in this apartment to not wear panties. You probably don't know that he also likes them to have shaved pussies. So before you come over and visit next time, I want you to shave your little pussy completely bald. Will you do that for me?"
Jamie opened her eyes and looked at Becky, then me. "Sure," she said. "A bet is a bet. Thank you both for having me over." She looked at me and said, "It was certainly an eye opening experience for me."
"Come again any time," I said. Jamie muttered something, and it sounded like, "I need to cum once, first," but I couldn't be sure. She then took her stuff and walked to the door. "Thanks again," she said, and as she was walking out she whirled around, grabbed Becky and gave her a big kiss on the lips, tongue and all. Then she whirled the other way and ran off.
Becky closed the door and turned around to me, her eyes blazing. "Well, as Jamie said, a bet is a bet," I told her. "You had her panties off within five minutes, so you get to pick the position to get fucked in right now."
Becky practically ran over to the table and bent over it. "Like this, sir, from behind. And please, spank me while you fuck me."
As I was ripping off my clothes, I asked, "Cunt or ass?"
"Both," she replied. "Start in my cunt, and when I tell you, I want you to pull out and do my ass. Don't do it slowly. Don't be gentle. Slam it into my ass and don't stop fucking until you cum!"
I believe I mentioned before about my response to a desperate woman, and Becky seemed about as desperate as I've ever seen her. She was sopping wet and I slipped in easily and started sawing away with my cock.
"Spank me," she reminded me, so I obliged. Her ass was still very red, so I didn't have to hit her very hard to get the effect. She came on my first spank, and kept on coming. After the third or fourth orgasm, she yelled, "My ass, do my ass!" I pulled out, and was so excited I missed her asshole the first time, but I quickly corrected and, as she requested, I rammed it in to the hilt. She was so tight, but well lubricated as promised. She was gasping and moaning, and no doubt waking the neighbors. She would not stop coming, and I could not tell if it was ten orgasms, or a single long one.
I finally told her I was going to cum, and she cried, "Yes! Cum in my ass, sir!" I did, and then collapsed on top of her. As my cock softened in her ass, she kept twitching and moaning and, I believe, coming. She was barely coherent, so I picked her up and carried her to our bed. I could feel our cum dribbling out of her as I carried her. I put her in the bed, then climbed in next to her and hugged her.
"No, sir. I'm not finished, I have to clean you off," she protested.
"Not this time. This time you lie here and go to sleep. I can take care of it in the morning. I wanted to have her call Jamie and see what she was doing with herself, or to herself, now, but we were both too tired, so we quickly fell asleep, with Becky in my arms.