Written by wild child

BDSM
26 Nov 2013


I shouldn’t be given time to think. It’s amazing what I can come up with when I have the time for it and it inevitably always ends up as a sexual scene, a fantasy and then it becomes a quest that needs to be fulfilled.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon after a hard weeks work and I thought I would just chill on the couch before the start of the rugby on T.V. My hubby, the cool guy that he is, was busy in the kitchen making snacks and pouring us drinks in preparation for the arrival of our two friends who where coming to cheer the Springbucks on with us. They where a cute couple: He very tall (and a “jeans and T-shirt” kind of guy), and she short like me but always well groomed and provocatively dressed. They where always fun to have around, it was always an evening well spent when they came to visit. My hubby often asked me if they where swingers because to him they seemed the type. I really wasn’t sure because even though my friend and I often spoke out of the bedroom, she never hinted towards partaking in the life style and I was always too nervous too mention that we had in fear of loosing the friendship.

They arrived a little while later and R my friend’s hubby under the instruction of my hubby was to wake me up with a kiss. He pressed his lips against mine and in my sleepy state and thinking it was D, I opened my mouth and gently slid my tongue into his mouth, I reached up with my hand and touched his face and it was at that moment I realized that the person I was kissing was not D, my eyes shot open and I withdrew my tongue as quick as a flash. R nearly collapsed on the floor with laughter. And the other two came into the lounge to see what was going on. Through his laughing fits he explained what had happened and then I was the only one who wasn’t laughing. D asked me what I had been dreaming about, and since the kiss was on everyone’s minds’; I thought I would shock them further. “Before I fell asleep, I was thinking of the beams in our lounge and wondered if they would handle a swing or someone tied to them.

My friend L, didn’t even blush (which I hadn’t expected) and in the stride of things blurted out that her and R often played master and servant and R would use the wooden beams in their ceilings to suspend her from. I was shocked by this but instantaneously wet from the excitement of seeing images of R and L in my mind. D was smiling from ear to ear, “maybe R should teach us” he said. R and L gave each other a look and the deal was sealed in the blink of an eye. I reckon it would have taken a case of lemon juice to get the smile off the faces of the three of them. I protested, but it was just for show. I gave in telling them that this was quite kinky, but I liked the idea.

D and R went to the garage to get some rope and L led me to the bathroom attached to our bedroom. She turned on the shower and began to undress me and then herself. She remained very quiet, not saying a word until she embraced me and whispered in my ear that she had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. She licked my ear which sent my mind spinning. I turned my head towards her and locked my lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Her tongue was moving with mine, slow and sensual, savoring the moment, tasting each others mouths. I distinctly remember the taste of strawberry. We broke the kiss just long enough to climb into the shower. L turned me away from her and raised my arms up as she gently made me lean against the wall. The water cascaded down by back and between my now protruding buttocks. Her hands where exploring my body, squeezing my breasts or tracing my spine, I wasn’t sure anymore because every touch sent tingles down my body and it had become so intense that I couldn’t pinpoint where or what she was doing. L had reached around me and was stroking my shaved pussy while she kissed my back. My twitching clitoris was the focus of her attention now and my legs where shaking from the soft glances her finger made as she moved her hand between my legs. I couldn’t help but spread my legs further apart and offer her more to work with. She got down on her knees and turned to sit under me, facing my pussy. Her tongue lapped up my flowing juices as her fingers slid between the folds of my pussy exploring and testing what excited me. I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t hold back, I came hard, I almost lost my footing in the shower. L was amazing; I never dreamt that this would happen, not with her. We both sat on the floor in the shower holding each other and kissing until the water got to cold to continue.

Mean while back in the lounge,

(keep an eye out for what’s to follow)


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