If you need to know what led to the start of this story, you might read Chapter 1, though this one will stand alone. I write for enjoyment and it was fun to write a story which is so vastly different from anything I've done to date, so I won't be at all offended if doesn't rate.
When Barb arrived at my apartment in the middle of the afternoon, I knew there was something going on because Dave was not expected until six. I was still a bit sore from yesterday's playtime, but sore in a good way.
"I thought I'd come over a bit early for a bit of girly time," she grinned at me. "and a few bourbon and cokes before he gets here might put us in the mood too. What do you think?"
"After yesterday, I could use a bit of gentle loving," I admitted. "I hope Dave isn't quite as rough with us today. It was fun though, wasn't it?"
"Oh yeah," she agreed enthusiastically. "You know Dave though. I reckon he needs to rough his girls up a bit. It's how he gets off. He's sure got a bit of a mean streak."
"He has, hasn't he?" I agreed. "He hurts me sometimes but he always seems to know where to draw the line. I would never tell him this, but I love the forceful way he treats me in the bedroom. He makes me feel like a real woman and I love to please him -- even when he's hurting me."
We were well into our third bourbon and discussed my relationship with Dave in some detail. In the process we both lost our clothes and were making out quietly in one of the beanbags we left in the living room after yesterday's threesome.
Dave didn't knock, he just opened the front door and strolled in, breaking into a broad grin when he realized we started without him.
He dropped into the second beanbag as I scampered to the kitchen to fetch him a beer. As I stood, I heard him ask Barb whether she had discussed today's threesome with me.
"What the fuck is going on you two?" I asked nervously as Dave took his first swig from the longneck.
The predatory smile on Dave's face made it clear that something was going on between the two of them and I was on the outside.
"While you were out cold last night, Barb and I discussed a few things that we might try tonight. With a whole day to think about it, I reckon she was pretty right and so I think we should try something different."
"Okaaayyy," I ventured nervously. "What have you got in mind?"
"Firstly Susie, you are going to be the centre of attention for both Barb and me, unlike yesterday when I shared my attention between both of you. Today it's all about you. The second thing is you will have a safeword, something we've never done before. Your safeword is red. If you use your safeword, our playtime stops, we all get dressed and Barb and I go to our respective homes. You can also use orange as a cautionary word, to tell me that you're getting close to your limit and would like us to back off for a bit. I can see you're looking a bit apprehensive about this, but believe me, you will look back at your experience and ask how soon we can do it again. But you will need to trust me."
I hesitated for a while, taking a deep sip of my bourbon, which was probably stronger that a 50/50 mix.
"I don't like pain." I said feebly. "You often hurt me a bit and I usually get off on it, but you have never really hurt me badly. Before I agree, I need you to promise that you won't leave any permanent marks on me and that you won't make me bleed."
"Nah," he said affably. "I'm not going to guarantee you anything. You are going to be in control. I want to push you into new territory and I want you to be the one who calls it off if you can't take any more. What I will promise though, is that if you call red, it stops, right there and then, with no recriminations. OK?"
"Why do I feel I'm going to regret this?" I grizzled. "Okaayyy. Let's do it."
Barb had been sitting with me, sharing my beanbag and gently stroking my breasts and sides.
"YES!" she whispered excitedly. "I knew you'd be up for it."
Placing her hands on either side of my face, she kissed me passionately, our tongues duelling. I let her roll me onto my back, loving the taste of her lips while her hands drifted to my tits, kneading my sensitive flesh and teasing the nipples.
"Oww," I whispered. "They're still a bit sensitive after yesterday."
She murmured her agreement. "Mine too," she admitted, continuing to gently massage them. "they'll feel better in a bit."
She was right. The more she kneaded my breasts, the less I felt yesterday's aches and pains. I spread my legs a little, silently begging her to pay attention to me down there, but she was on a mission, working away, smothering my face with soft kisses to my throat, my ears, my mouth and even my eyes.
Looking for Dave, I discovered him standing by his beanbag, a broad smile on his face, removing his clothes and placing them in a neat pile. He made no move towards us so I closed my eyes and concentrated on the delicious feelings Barb was giving me.
I felt I was starting to fall asleep from Barb's gentle ministrations when I sensed Dave's presence behind me.
"Keep still Susie," he ordered.
He placed a blindfold over my eyes and gently lifted my head to secure it.
"There." He said pleasantly. "Now you can concentrate solely on your senses without distractions."
Barb moved over to give him room. His harsh stubble was in stark contrast to the soft smoothness of Barb's face when he kissed me gently and his coarse hands were stronger when he continued the soft massage of my tits, but still delightful. Barb's fingers, freed from working my upper body, softly opened my outer labia. I knew I had started to get wet from her attention and she reinforced it by announcing to the world that my cum was dripping out of me already.
I tried to put my arms around Dave's neck as a sign of my appreciation, but he firmly shut that down, placing my arms by my sides.
Barb's fingers started to probe. There was no disguising my wetness now. We could all hear the squelching. I think I may have blushed a little, but the sensations were delightful. I struggled to keep still
"That'll do," Dave said suddenly, pulling away.
"Open your mouth."
I opened.
