Part V The next morning Charles kissed his wife goodbye said, "Thanks again for yesterday," and left for a few weekend hours at the office. Susan called Lisa. "Hey, you still okay?" "Absolutely." "No next morning regrets?" "Not by me. How about you? It was your husband." "Everything is fine. I'm the one that lost control. I've wanted to do something like that for a long time." Lisa laughed and said, "Well I am real glad I was there when you decided to act on your impulse." "Well, it's like Charles said, you were usually the one in my fantasies." It was quiet for several seconds and Susan worried that she'd said too much. "Say something. You okay with that? It doesn't mean . . ." "Susan, hush. There's nothing wrong with that. I enjoyed him and I enjoyed you. I've wondered what it would be like, and you are my best friend. Who better to find out what it would be like with?" "Okay, I'm just making sure." "How about Charles?" "Charles is a guy. He thinks he's died and gone to heaven. So, are you going to play with us again some time?" "Yes. The only problem I'm going to have is I'm afraid you two ruined me for normal sex. James is going to be even more boring when I'm ready for some hot, nasty good times." "Well, fair is fair. Charles and I talked about it and if you want to get James involved, it is okay with us. In fact, it is more than okay. There are some things I'd like to try that require at least two men. If you'd share, that is." "Susan! You nasty girl." "Well..." "I don't know if I could bring it up to him." "We'll make a plan." Lisa laughed and said, "Okay, we'll get together and plot how to convince James that he should fuck two of us girls. You know, when I say it like that I don't think it will be that big of a problem." "So, are you going to come over this morning? Charles is off at the office and we could start plotting. Or just go shopping to fill in the blanks from yesterday." "Give me a little bit. I'm moving slow. I'll be over in about an hour." Almost an hour later Susan answered the door and let Lisa into her house. They looked at each other a little awkwardly, both of them blushing before they smiled. "So," Susan said, "Okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay. Still in a little shock, but I'm okay." "I hope you don't think we planned that. Charles was as surprised as you. In fact, I guess we all three were surprised. I know I kind of started things, but, well, it was an exciting thought and you and I had been talking about sex." "It is okay, really. You're the married one. Are you and Charles okay." "Yes. We talked about what happened and believe me we're in good shape. It's almost like it drew us closer. It allowed us to express some sexual things that can cause trouble if you keep them secret. I know he wouldn't cheat on me. I know it sounds silly, but now neither of us has to worry about the other." "Okay, good. I wouldn't have done that with out you." "Oh, Lisa, I know that." "But, as long as you were there. That was the most incredible sex I've ever had." Susan giggled. "Yes, it was pretty good, wasn't it? It's funny, but I was mostly worried about you finding out that I'd had a few sexual fantasies about you." Lisa laughed. "Well, who can blame you?" She struck an exaggerated pose with one hip thrust out with one hand on that hip and the other hand cupping her breasts. They both laughed. "Baby. Baby." "Besides," Lisa said, "I wasn't lying when I said that over the years, probably since high school, I've wondered about what it would be like to do things with you. You know, whenever I had reason to think about such things." "Good. Me, too. Now, are we going to get James involved?" "Hey, if he can't hang, I'll dump his ass." They laughed again and hugged. Lisa was obviously struggling to say something. "What?" Susan said, "what is it?" "Well, I'm all embarrassed." Susan laughed. "Why? Good god I licked your pussy last night. What are you embarrassed about?" Lisa laughed. "Yes. Yes. I guess you're right. I was just wondering, Susan, what other fantasies do you have?" "Oh, lots of them. Why? How about you? It sounds like you want to say something." "Oh, it's just that I realized I don't have a lot of fantasies. I mean I know I said I wanted some hot nasty sex, but I don't think I ever thought about the details." "Oh, Lisa, I'm sure you do. You're just shy. What do you think about when you masturbate?" "Susan!" "Lisa! Surely you're not going to tell me you never play with yourself." Laughing, Lisa said, "No. I don't guess I will. Sure I play with myself, but I just enjoy the feeling. I don't usually think about anything in particular." "You don't usually think about something, but. . . When was the last time you masturbated?" Lisa blushed. "I'm still not used to this, but I'm going to trust you. This morning, right as I woke up." "Well, then, you're ahead of me. I probably don't even have to ask you what you were thinking about this morning." "I'm sure you know. The thing is, I was kind of waking up and was having this sexy dream or thought or something." "What? What? Tell me. Tell me." "Well, I think I was thinking about what you said about how you like being made to do things." "Yes." "I had this very vivid thought about a dark, dimly lit room. There was a long table and there were five or six guys sitting at the table in business suits. They had papers and stuff on the table like they'd been working." "Yes. Go on." "I could see them because I was sitting in a chair in front of them." "Ah, so you're kind of having a little submissive fantasy, too, aren't you?" "No. No, I don't think so. I was fully dressed in a nice dress. A woman walked in and stood in front of the table. One of the men spoke and said, 'You know what you must do.' She started to strip off her clothes. She stripped naked and stood in front of them with her head bowed, knowing that everybody in the room could see her naked. "The man said, 'Go on. Do it.' She turned and walked back to me and knelt down beside my chair. She bent over my lap and suddenly I knew it was my job to spank her. I woke up about then horny as hell. That's when I played with myself." "Wow." Both ladies were quiet for a few seconds, Lisa blushing hotly and Susan feeling the first tingle of arousal. Suddenly, Susan understood. "Lisa," she said very quietly, "the lady you had to spank was me, wasn't it?" Lisa turned and looked out the window and could feel another flush of heat. She looked back at her friend. "Yes." "You're turning me on." "Really?" "Really. So, you have spanking fantasies." "No. Well, not usually. Damn, I guess I do. I think it the taking control that turned me on." Again, it was quiet for several seconds before Susan said, "You know Lisa, I was truthful when I said I like to be made to do things." Lisa looked at Susan and wondered if she was reading more into that statement than Susan intended. She nodded. Lisa cleared her throat so she could speak. "So, does Charles worry about you being alone with me now?" "No. As long as it is just you, he's okay. Why?" The "why" was a challenge. "I was just wondering." "No. You don't have to worry about Charles." "I'm not worried. I was just wondering." They sat looking at each other for a long time, neither knowing exactly what to say. "Lisa," Susan finally said, "I enjoy being spanked. Does it turn you on to think about me being spanked?" "Yes." "Does it turn you on to think about you spanking me?" "Yes." Susan stood and walked over to stand in front of Lisa. Lisa stared up at her. Susan bowed her head and lowered her eyes. She held her hands together, crossed at the wrist and held them toward Lisa. There was a surge of arousal in Lisa when she saw the submissive pose struck by Susan. She hesitated only a moment and then she took hold of Susan's wrists and pulled. Susan lowered herself to her knees in front of Lisa. Lisa could only whisper. "Tell me if I do something you don't want me to do." Susan did not raise her eyes but she nodded. Lisa reached out and stroked her friend's cheek with the back of her hand. Susan trembled at the touch and her arousal rose another level. Lisa's hand traveled to her shoulder and down her arm. Susan, almost subconsciously, pushed her chest forward, offering the sexual part of herself. Lisa reached out and lightly grasped Susan's breasts. Suddenly Lisa could hardly take a breath she was so excited. She felt the warmth and weight of Susan's breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt and bra. Suddenly she wanted to squeeze those breasts. She closed her hands around Susan's breasts, squeezing harder and harder. Susan's lips parted and she licked her lips, trying not to make a sound. Lisa parted her legs and scooted closer to where Susan knelt on the floor. She bent over Susan, cupped her hands on the underside of Susan's breasts and bent over to speak into Susan's ear. "God, I love the feel of your tits." Susan just nodded. Lisa suddenly reached down and pulled Susan's blouse off over her head. She pulled her bra off, not unfastening it, but just pulling it over Susan's head like she'd done the blouse. Susan returned her hands to her side and then crossed her wrists behind her back, offering her breasts to Lisa's touch. Lisa caressed her roughly, pinching the erect nipples and squeezing the mass of each breast. "Stand up," Lisa said forcefully. Susan stood, keeping her eyes lowered to the floor. Lisa reached out and unbuttoned the button on Susan's shorts. She slowly lowered the zipper and the front of Susan's shorts gaped open. She was wearing pale blue bikini panties. As she lowered Susan's shorts, she could see a small damp spot at the crotch of Susan's panties. "You're getting wet." "Yes," Susan said quietly. "This turns you on?" "Very much so." "Do you want a spanking?" "Yes," she said, speaking even softer than she had before. "Please." It was turning Lisa on to be fully dressed and to have her friend becoming naked and aroused while standing in front of her. Slowly, Lisa began to lower Susan's panties, pulling them partway down and just exposing the trimmed patch of Susan's pubic hair. "Turn around." Susan turned. Her panties were tight across her bottom. Lisa slid her palms up over the cheeks of Susan's ass, pushing them underneath the panties through the leg holes. Her fingers came out at the waist of the Susan's panties. There was about an inch and a half showing of the cleft between the cheeks of her ass. Lisa turned her hands so that the back of her hands were against Susan's ass. With her hands still underneath, she grabbed Susan's panties and pulled them down slowly. She leaned forward so that she was about ten inches away and watching as the panties slid over the firm, round cheeks of Susan's ass. Lisa watched closely and pulled the panties down below Susan's crotch. Lisa could see Susan's buttocks flair out and by leaning over just a bit she could see the fleshy fold of Susan's pussy. Only the slightest change in texture of skin indicated Susan's anus, which remained hidden in its private spot. Lisa pushed the panties to the floor and Susan raised first one leg and then the other to remove them. Lisa's face was just beneath the height of Susan's crotch and suddenly she could smell her friend's arousal. Lisa felt a surge at the thought that Susan stood there absolutely naked. Susan stood, holding her breath waiting for whatever was next. Lisa took the cheeks of Susan's ass in her hands and squeezed them hard, wanting to feel them like she'd felt her breasts, not gently, but with primal pressure. Susan had to catch herself to keep from being pushed forward. Cupping each cheek in a hand, Lisa's thumbs lay along the curve beneath Susan's ass. She squeezed again and used her thumbs to part her friend's ass so she could see the puckered entry to Susan's ass. It turned her on that Susan stood there submissively beneath her hands. Lisa ran one finger underneath Susan and along the silky slit that parted the hair between Susan's legs. Involuntarily, Susan's legs moved another six inches apart. Lisa drew her finger back, letting it press slightly into the indention of Susan's pussy. Lisa felt wetness on the tip of her finger. Without Susan being able to see, Lisa tasted her friend from the tip of her finger. Lisa pushed Susan forward and sat up with her knees together, her feet flat on the floor. "Susan," she said. Susan turned around and looked at her friend. Without a word she moved to the side and lowered herself to her knees. She lay across Lisa's knees and supported herself with her hands on the floor on one side and her feet on the floor on the other. On her legs, Lisa could feel the tight skin of Susan's tummy and the touch of her pubic hair. Her ass curved up from Lisa's lap. Lisa laid a hand on her friends ass, caressing her softly and feeling another surge of sexual excitement at the fact that her friend was naked and bent over her knees. Lisa spanked Susan. Ten or more solid slaps of her hand against Susan's ass. Susan's ass turned pink then almost red under Lisa's hand. Susan squirmed and her legs parted a bit more. Lisa could see into the shadowed recesses between Susan's legs. The sight of Susan's sex, glistening with lips that were beginning to swell with excitement, surrounded by the dark curly texture of her hair made Lisa clench her thighs tightly together in an effort to put pressure on the growing sensation between her own legs. Lisa stopped spanking Susan's ass and moved her hand between her friend's legs to touch that place that was so exciting to look at. She caressed Susan there, lightly at first but with growing pressure until one finger and then two pushed inside of Susan. Lisa knew that the best caresses are often on the outside of a woman's sex with attention being paid to the clit, but that was not what she wanted to do at this time. She wanted to fuck Susan with her fingers. She wanted to press her fingers deep into her friend. She wanted to feel Susan's pussy tightly close wetly around her invading fingers. She wanted to touch the deepest part of her friend. Susan moaned in cadence with the thrust of Lisa's fingers, faster and faster. Lisa breathed deep the scent of Susan's sex. As Lisa plunged her fingers faster and faster into her friend, her knuckle was rubbing and bouncing on Susan's clit. Lisa had the two middle fingers of her left hand inside of Susan. Lisa leaned over Susan, the forearm and hand of her right arm lying against Susan holding her down. With her right hand she spread Susan. She lifted the index finger of her left hand so that as her other two fingers continued to push wetly into Susan, her index finger tapped against Susan's anus with each stroke. She started pressing harder, trying to penetrate Susan's ass each time her hand slammed her fingers inside. Susan was not quiet when she climaxed beneath Lisa's hands.