A few days had passed since out last encounter. The ongoing debauchery, which was now my life, hadn't stopped. The two main highlights had been a rim job I gave Chris while Lisa blew him and me servicing Lisa for Chris' viewing pleasure.
Chris had said it was one of the best blowjobs he had ever got. I hope that is because the rim job added to the pleasure.
Lisa had talked me into going down on her as Chris would love to watch that. He did, he ended up jacking off over top of us and cumming on the back of my head.
This made Lisa laugh and state, "He missed my cunt because your head was in the way!"
I understood the dynamics had changed a little. We were all playing different roles. There were times I thought Lisa was a little cruel to me or seemed to be taking advantage of our new 'group' arrangement. Chris was happy, I enjoyed him being happy, knowing I was playing a part to make that happen.
What I was still struggling with was its permanence. Was this how we were now? I longed for the time when it was just Chris and I cuddling in bed. But even that longing was fueling something inside of me. I enjoyed the longing. I felt a buzz when Lisa inserted herself between Chris and me. The phrase 'it isn't the kill, it's the thrill of the chase' had been coming to mind often. When I watched them together my heart sped up, I felt anxious and jumpy, and of course my panties dampened a little. The longing to be sought after, like Chris sought after Lisa, was feeding my desire.
Right now, I wasn't unhappy with the way things were. Part of me felt more connected to my relationship with Chris that I had been before. The difference between activity working on a relationship and just going through the motions. It was confusing, why did we need another woman in the relationship to make it work? Maybe I needed to see someone to talk this out. Wasn't sure how that would work 'Hello Doctor, can you help me sort out a three-way with my boyfriend, his lover and me?'
Today was my birthday. Chris kissed me when I woke up and wished a Happy Birthday. Then Lisa did the same thing. She kissed me a lot lately. Her kisses were different than Chris'. Although passionate, her kisses had an element of a parent kissing a child. I always expected a pat on the head and 'good girl' added afterward. I know that sounds confusing, but it is just as hard to describe. Parent and child wasn't the best example, master and pet seemed to fit better.
We moved ourselves to the living room and Lisa brought out coffee. Even this was a little disconcerting, I almost felt I could get in trouble for not getting the coffees myself.
Chris popped back into the bedroom and came out with a small pile of presents.
"These are from us," Chris said proudly while he handed them to me, "being honest, Lisa picked out most of them."
I thanked them and opened the first box. Inside was a very nice leather skirt in a dark burgundy. The leather was so soft, and it was well made. The second box had was from our 'adult' store, I recognized the logo immediately. I wondered if Chris had picked out this one and it was some new toy. To my surprise it was lingerie wrapped nicely in tissue paper. Taking it out of the box I noted it was a bra and panty set. The bra was a quarter cup model that would push up my breasts but not cover my nipples. The panties made it matching set as they were crotchless. For the uninitiated crotchless panties are just panties with the crotch missing. They are a patch of material in the front with strips of ribbon to hold them in place. One ribbon around the waist and two running from the patch to the waist on my back. Essentially, nothing is covering my crease from end to end. It was very pretty in a lovey lacey white.
The last box contained a beautiful silk blouse. It weighed almost nothing and felt like a cloud in my hands.
"This is all very beautiful!" I finally said, "Thank you very much."
"Try them on," Lisa encouraged me, "I hope I got all the sizes right."
I went back to the bedroom to change. A nagging thought entered my mind. When did they buy all this? Did they do it together? I put that aside for now and started to get dressed.
Once I had everything on, I looked in the mirror. I couldn't argue with their choices, I looked hot.
The first issue I noticed was the incompatibility of the bra and blouse. The blouse was shear and my nipples were clearly visible through the material. The softness of the silk also made my nipples hard, that didn't help. The billowing of the blouse meant if I leaned forward the top would hang away from my boobs and couldn't see anything. The moment I put my shoulders back the material pressed against my nipples making they clearly visible. Would need a different bra to wear this outside.
The skirt was what might be called a pencil skirt. It was tight, tapered and stopped about half a foot from my knee. Or a better description is it stopped about half a foot from my crotch.
I was sex on display. In the closest I found a nice pair of white, three inches, pumps. They went well with the outfit. I hadn't had a chance to do my hair or makeup, so as sexy as I looked, I also looked like I had just been ravished behind the dumpster.
Walking back into the living room I immediately got a wolf whistle from Chris.
"Wow, that's hot!" Chris exclaimed.
"Doesn't she look great!" Lisa agreed.
"Need a different bra for public." I laughed.
"Not you don't!" Lisa cut me off, "Let's get some breakfast."
I was super careful not to get anything on my new blouse and ate less breakfast because of it. Chris spent most of the breakfast time opening staring at my tits. It was nice to have his attention.
"Big day ahead!" Lisa announced, "We have it all planned. Lunch at Ricky's by the waterfront. A few hours at the spa, I have you booked for a facial Jen, and then dinner and dancing into the evening.
Chris be a darling and clear the table, Jen and I need to pack a bag for the day."
Lisa had me pick out a nice summer dress lunch and the spa.
"Pack your new clothes, we can change at the spa. Leave the panties on bra on."
Even in the dress I put on I felt exposed. The bra and panties meant my nipples rubbed against my dress, and the air flowed up from beneath.
I pulled my hair into a ponytail for now and put on some light make-up.
Chris had a shower and then dressed into a hansom summer suit. Opting for a t-shirt instead of a dress shirt. He looked wonderful.
Luckily, I had packed the pumps as well as we decided to walk through the park on the way to Ricky's. The wind flirted with my dress, and I began to worry I might be exposed in the next gust. My normal choice of panties didn't come with this issue. A strong breeze in the dress and people might find out I shop at Old Navy. The upshot of all this is I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about my underwear or lack of underwear.
"Oh my God!" Lisa suddenly exclaimed when we reached the middle of the park, "We forgot the birthday paddling."
If you are unfamiliar this is a tradition in a lot of places, though normally reserved for children. You get slapped on the ass for every year you have been alive.
I couldn't remember the last time I got my ass paddled for my birthday. I am sure I stopped in grade 8 after young Jimmy Lucus let his hand rest a little too long after each smack.
"I am good," I tried to laugh it off, "I will risk the bad luck."
"No way," said Lisa, "assume the position."
She pointed me to a tree and told me to grab the trunk. I did as I was told and felt my dress being lifted. Looking around there was no one in sight. I really hoped it stayed that way.
Lisa applied the first smack, hard on my left cheek. Chris hadn't been paying attention, I guess, as she slapped the same cheek, hard. Lisa swapped sides and landed another blow. They went on and on like this until my ass was bright red and felt warm to the touch. Lisa applied the last swap and rubbed the area on both cheeks. As much as the slaps themselves stung the warm feeling afterward was nice.
"...and one for good luck!" Lisa shouted and landed her hand directly between my legs.
Currents shot through my body. Like Jimmy before her, Lisa let her hand rest after delivering the blow. She used her palm to rub my crotch and I felt the warmth rush into my lips and clitoris.
Her last movement was to poke a finger inside my now wet vagina and moan in my ear.
