It was Nina whom C was expecting.  They had shared pleasures before, well, to tell the truth, all three of us had, because she did swing both ways.  A lovely, willowy girl, with a tiny waist, small breasts, and large dark nipples that formed themselves into perfect teats when she was aroused.  And her legs!  Long legs that went all the way to her bottom.  Speaking of which, her bottom was the focus of today’s session.  It turned out she was an anal virgin and had asked C to change that.

Nina is decisive at work and is much admired for her clear thinking.  With C, she is submissive.  Chatting on WhatsApp, she had revealed she was excited by the thought of him taking her anally but feared it hurting.  He gentled with her: pain can be a route to pleasure, but for her and him, not.  And he reminded her, not all those who yield are weak, obeying is just another way of taking personal control.  He suggested she make herself available and accessible to him and do it soon.  He is so right!  That is what she needed.  He would take her to paradise.  

Uber brought her to him.  She daintily picked her way down the slope in her stilettoes and fell into his arms.  I watched as he enveloped her small frame and made her feel safe and welcome.  Then she and I kissed.  Warm lips, sweet breath, and a teasing tongue – she is lovely. 

We made our way hand-in-hand to our boudoir and made ourselves comfortable, C helped us disrobe.  I could feel her tremble, excited, a little nervous about what was to come, and so committed to being serviced by my husband.

He dallied.  Uh-oh!  He is so good at that, making the timing his own.  I was kissing her, holding her hardening teats, letting C search her nether lips.  Her body arched with pleasure as he prepared her.

I sat with my back against the headboard, opening my knees and exposing my sex, already glistening in the sunlight that pooled on the bed.  Nina kneeled and lightly kissed my inner thighs.  I pulled her arms, so they stretch out alongside my thighs, her hands linked with mine.  Her lips touched mine; the lips that normally hid my sex, but now she opened them like a flower with the tip of her tongue.  Head low, her back a perfect curve, and her bottom high.  She presented herself to C.  He separated her pouting bottom, pulling her apart softly.  I could feel Nina’s excitement; I could feel her trepidation.  C owned her anus, her puckered rosebud.  What would he do?  How would he treat it?  How would he take her?

She could feel and I could see him positioning himself on the bed behind her.  He leaned forward and placed six, ten, twenty feather-light kisses on her bottom, brushing her puckering winking anal sphincter with his lips.  Nina shivered.  Even when I closed my eyes, I knew what was happening to her.  She translated every sensation, every movement, every feeling flowing into her body into little gasps, swift licks, gentle sucks, soft kisses, and warm breaths spreading pleasure like wildfire through my pudenda.

I knew, for example, when he penetrated her with his tongue – she groaned – the vibrations of it raced from my vagina to my nipples.  She jerked involuntarily, just a small movement, and I could feel her wriggle with delight and pleasure.

C continued to pleasure Nina, and her desire grew.  She wanted release.  But C is a master.  I felt his weight shift and I saw that he held our short-handled flogger.  Its head is a tassel of soft black leather strips, about 30 of them.  Keeping her bottom spread he dragged the strips of leather up between her spread globes that made her buttocks, stimulating her already hugely sensitive crack.  I feel her tense and gasp.  And then relax as the wisps of feeling fade.  With a flick of his wrist, the tips of the flogger curled up into her most intimate places, whipping her desire, each tiny sting causing her to pulse.  Her heart was beating, fast and strong, her head began to make drum softly on my mons, and her breathing quickened.

C repeats this sequence several times until she is habituated.  He can see and I can feel Nina has become expectant, wanting to ride the wave of pleasure the cycle of strokes and whips brings.  So, C changes things.

He swops the flogger for a riding crop.  He uses the flap of leather at its tip as a wad and taps it against her anus, dragging it slightly so she can feel its shape and firmness.  Caught by surprise Nina surges against me with her mouth sucking my pearl, she sucks hard.  As she relaxes C saws the rod against her vulva and her anus and then gives her three smart smacks across her bottom.  Her cry vibrates into my vagina.  He’s going to have to do something or I’m going to cum first!

C drops the crop and I see him looming over Nina’s back.  His rampant penis is a torpedo.  Slung beneath his belly, its length glistening with lubricant, the head seeking a target.  He locates the prize and just using his weight he presses into the sphincter softened by the trio of smacks.

Nina goes rigid and a warm huff of air fills my crotch as she sighs.  There is no drama, no pain, just surprise, then pleasure.  His firm, relentless pressure is pushing Nina into me as his penis penetrates her.  I know when his helmet slips past the sphincter ring, a gasp tells me.  And I know when C’s sac collides softly against her spreading lips and his belly flattens her swelling nates, the flexing of her fingers in my hand is all I need.  He is in!

The universe turns, and no one moves.  Then, first, a gentle, tiny withdrawal, which gradually, like a pendulum, with each swing longer and faster than the one before, C starts to build toward a climax.  She surges again, she shivers, she shudders, and a long slow groan forces her mouth off my nubbin and triggers my own pleasure.  Nina is full of C.  It is the first time she has felt this.  And then, paradise!  I feel her respond as C’s seed fills her bowels.  He slows and Nina hugs me close.

C gradually pulls himself out.  There’ll be no mess, no dash for a towel.  With infinite care and control, he eases out of her bottom, letting its gape close, securing his gift in her.  Just one small drop lies as a pearly bead on her skin.  C gently rubs it into her dark brown star that kisses and sucks at the pad on his fingertip.  Continuing the slide between her legs, his thumb penetrates her waiting vagina, moving in and pressing down.  The third push releases her pent-up orgasm and she clutches me tightly as it roars through her.

Taking a firm hold of Nina’s hair in both hands, C lifts her head and mouth out of the notch between my legs and places her full length on my breast.  He lays down alongside her pressing his softening cock into her thigh and her thigh into mine.  As she latches onto my nipple he reaches across and begins to finger me.  In a matter of moments my cum spurts and splatters against his hand.  Her smile of contentment as she suckles me is angelic, she is utterly spent, and she is an anal virgin no more.

We slept.