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.