I’d messed up, and I knew it.

The more I thought about it, the more I came to the conclusion that I’d gotten a little caught up when I spoke to Liz. She’d asked if she could join me dominating Chris and then admitted she was attracted to me. Looking back, it all happened so fast and I didn't take the time I needed to think it through and process the possible ramifications of her joining us. More than anything, I needed to put first things first and talk with Chris.

When I arrived home, the aromatic smell of grilled fish filled my nostrils. Chris was becoming quite a chef and I loved eating his meals. Chris met me at the door and gave me a hot, lingering kiss. “How was your day, baby?” he asked. 

“It was really good, Chris. How was yours?” I decided to wait until after dinner to broach the subject of Liz joining us in bed.

“It was amazing. I got to teach today and I'm getting to know my students.”

I was so happy for Chris and the strides he was making in his career. I could tell he had finally found direction and purpose in his professional field. He was happy and fulfilled and that really improved the dynamics of our marriage.

“Dinner is ready and I poured you a glass of wine. May I have the key so I can remove my chastity device?”

“Of course, love”  I reached into my pocket, pulled out my key ring, and handed it to Chris. For the last month he had been locking himself when he got home in the afternoon and sending me a video to show he was in chastity.

Dinner was absolutely delicious. Chris had prepared baked Parmesan tilapia on a bed of Spanish rice with slices of avocado on the side. For dessert he had made fresh fruit cups with just a little whipped topping. He was becoming quite an accomplished chef, and if for some reason the college professor thing didn't work out I thought he would have another career option after attending culinary school.

We talked and laughed about his students, which gave rise to us reminiscing about some of our college experiences and the great times we’d shared together before we got married. We also spoke about my job and my afternoon workout with Liz. We were communicating so well and I felt so close to him. I was still amazed at how the change in our marriage had brought us so close together and improved our relationship and our commitment to each other.

Once Chris had cleared the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, he refilled our wine glasses and joined me on our living room couch. We were having a perfect evening and I was a bit reluctant to bring up the topic of Liz and her joining us, However, I felt that delaying any longer was just a stalling tactic. “Chris, there's something important we need to discuss.” His eyes got wide. Judging from the look on his face, he must have thought he was in some type of trouble.

“Did I … ummm … did I do something wrong?”

“No, Chris, you didn't do anything wrong.”

I could see the look of relief etched on his face. Since I had caned him a month ago, he’d been the perfect submissive husband. When we agreed to redefine our marriage, I had given Chris an extensive chores list that he didn’t always complete to my satisfaction. However, since his punishment, every aspect of his behavior had been exemplary.

I took a deep breath and attempted to choose my words carefully. “This afternoon when I worked out with Liz, I showed her the video you sent me when you locked yourself in chastity.”

His jaw dropped open. “Oh, my God … you showed her that?” he growled.

I had a split second to decide how to react and I chose to respond from a position of strength. “You're mine, Chris,” I hissed. “Who I decide to show that video to will be left entirely to my discretion. Do you understand me?”

He lowered his eyes to the floor and a penitent expression washed over his face. "Yes, Ma'am … I'm … I'm … sorry."

We took long sips of our wine and attempted to calm ourselves down. He knew I hated when he questioned me or my authority. However, I felt I was in the wrong, at least in part. This was no doubt a very shocking revelation for him, and even though I didn't appreciate his reaction, I felt he was entitled to it. “Look at me, Chris.”

Our eyes met. “Liz is my best friend, and I trust her completely.” I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts before continuing. “She would never do anything to hurt either of us, okay?”

“Yes, Ma'am. I understand.”

There were a few moments of comfortable silence while we sipped our wine. “I don't want to upset you, Greta, but may I ask you a question?”

“Of course, you can always ask me anything.”

He took a deep breath. “That video was exceptionally personal, and I thought it would stay just between us. May I ask why you showed it to her?”

I paused for several moments, collected my thoughts, and tried to figure out the best way to proceed. “Hearing about our relationship turns her on.”

There was a moment of stunned silence. “It does?” I looked into his eyes and I could see the wheels spinning. He was trying to take in everything I was telling him. A full minute went by before he began speaking again. “How much have you told her?”

“At one time or another, I've told her everything.”

There was an astonished look etched on Chris’s face. Wordlessly, he stood up, grabbed our empty wine glasses, and went into the kitchen to fill them up. A few moments later, Chris returned from the kitchen and sat down beside me on the couch. “Does it really turn her on to hear about our marriage?”

I smiled. "Yes, it does."

He was calming down, and I could tell he was getting excited by the revelation. We took another sip of our wine, and again, he appeared to be deep in thought. "There's more if you'd like to hear it."

Our eyes met. “Okay,” he said simply.

“She asked if she could join us.”

I could see the astonished, almost expressionless look on his face. It took him several moments before he responded. “Are you going to let her?”

“Before I answer your question, I want to apologize to you.” I paused for a moment. “I was wrong when I showed her that video. I got caught up in the moment and it was an impetuous decision.” I took another sip of wine. “That's not an excuse, and it doesn't make what I did right, but I want you to have a little context.”

“I forgive you.”

I reached out and squeezed his hand. “Thank you.” There was another moment of comfortable silence before I continued speaking. “Now, to answer your question. When she asked to join us, my initial answer was yes. However, that was a mistake as well. This involves you and I want your input as to what you think we should do.”

It was the first time in months that I'd allowed him to have an opinion about anything significant. I could feel his hand shaking in mine. It was his tell; his reaction when something was too exciting for him to handle. “May I ask why you want my opinion?”

I paused for a moment and tried to choose my words carefully. “She told me she was attracted to me and I've come to the realization that I'm attracted to her as well. So, when it comes to her, I'm not sure I can be relied upon to make sound decisions.” I could see his expression change to a look of amazement at my latest admission.  “Regardless of my feelings for her, I want what's best for you and our marriage and I need your help deciding what that is.”

Chris thought for several moments. “What exactly is she looking for?”

“She wants to help me dominate you … and I’m pretty sure she wants to have sex with me.”

He thought for a full minute before responding. "I've always dreamed of being dominated by two women." A smile broke onto both of our faces. “I'm curious, though, does this make you … ummm … bisexual?”

I thought for a moment and realized that he was asking me a very complex question. “Liz and I have always been friends and she's been critical with my weight loss and the changes we've made towards living a healthier lifestyle. When we started working out together an intimacy developed.” I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts. “I guess I've never really thought of another woman in a sexual way … until now.”

A big smile broke onto Chris's face. “Greta, over the past several months, you've allowed me to explore so many fantasies I've been dreaming about my entire life… fantasies I never in a million years thought I would be able to act on.” He squeezed my hand lovingly. “After everything you've given me, I would never deny you an opportunity to explore your sexuality with Liz.”

We leaned in and exchanged a passionate kiss. This felt so good, so right. We were communicating so well and sharing our fantasies and desires. It was as if Chris and I were one, and our marriage felt so strong.

Once we broke our tender embrace, Chris spoke. “So when is this supposed to happen?”

I took a deep breath. “I invited Liz over for dinner this Friday.”

His hands began trembling again. “This … this … Friday?”

I smiled. I could tell he wanted this as much, or maybe even more than I did. “I need you to settle down and listen to me.”

He took a deep breath. “Yes, Ma'am, I'm sorry.”

“I want you to prepare something really nice for dinner. And I also want you to remember your safe words because things will be getting a little rough.”

I could see the wheels turning in his mind. I knew there had to be a bit of fear, or at least trepidation, about what Friday night would hold. “Yes, Ma'am, anything else?”

“Go put on your chastity device.”

His eyes got wide. “May I ask why, Ma'am?”

“I want you primed and ready for Friday night.”

“That's a long time to be in chastity, Ma'am.”

“It's only forty-eight hours,” I hissed, “and I have a feeling two days in chastity will pale in comparison to what you'll endure Friday night.”

- - - - -

“This is very risky, I hope you realize that.”

I took a sip of my wine and another bite of my chicken Caesar salad as I contemplated Edith's words. She'd agreed to meet me for lunch on Friday. I had a lot of reservations about Liz joining us this evening and I wanted to get some advice from my mentor.

She continued. “Your friend has absolutely no experience as a dominant and you are a novice and still learning about this lifestyle. I would definitely advise against this course of action.”

I'd ‘met’ Edith on FetLife and discovered we were both from Las Vegas. She was a professional dominatrix and made a very lucrative living doing sessions with submissive men. “I know this might not be the smartest move, but I've made up my mind and it's going to happen.” I paused for a moment to choose the right words. “I just need your help to make sure tonight doesn't turn into a disaster.”

She gave me a stern look. “Why are you so intent on having her join you and Chris?”

I looked down sheepishly. “Because I’m attracted to her and this is something both Chris and I want.”

She took a sip of her wine and thought for a moment. “I think it would be a wiser move to just have sex with her and leave Chris out of this, at least for now.”

I gave her an exasperated look. "I really need your help… please, Edith."

She smiled. “You're really sprung on this girl, aren't you?”

I could feel my face blush into a deep crimson. “I like her, yes.”

“The most important thing to keep in mind is you are the Domme and in charge of the scene. Chris is your submissive and your responsibility. Whether he knows it or not, he's counting on you to keep him safe.”

I took a deep breath. She’s right.

“You need to talk with your friend and make sure she knows you’re in charge and in control of everything that happens.” I nodded my head in agreement as she continued. “She needs to agree to abide by your rules and follow your lead. I know that much of the time during your sessions, Chris is restrained. That means he's helpless and it's up to you to ensure his safety.”

Many of the things that Chris and I did in our bedroom bordered on the extreme. However, I always made sure we stayed within the realm of ‘safe and sane’. Chris had safe words and he could stop the scene at any time if our play became too intense for him.

“Chris means everything to me and I would never put his safety at risk.”

Edith smiled. “Under my expert tutelage, you're turning into an excellent Domme.”

I couldn't help but blush. “Thank you, that means so much to me.”

 “Next week, I’ll buy you lunch. We need to talk about a few things.”

My eyes got wide. “What do we need to talk about?”

She smiled. “First, I want to hear how this big evening plays out. Second, I'd like you to consider joining me for a few sessions. Men pay an obscene amount of money for a session with two Domme’s and I'm tired of turning away business.”

I smiled. “I'll take it under advisement.”

- - - - -

A couple of hours later, Liz and I had just finished our Pilates workout and we were dripping with sweat. After catching our breath and rehydrating with a couple of bottles of water, we were sitting on our thick plastic mats doing our yoga routine, which was a good cool-down from the intense Pilates session. Ever since we'd discussed her joining Chris and me on Wednesday, there was a smoldering sexual tension when we were together. Neither of us talked about it or even acknowledged it, but it was there, and we both felt it.

We were enjoying a comfortable silence until Liz began speaking. “I'm really excited about tonight.”

To be honest, it was all I had been thinking about as well. I was trying to keep my expectations to a realistic level. However, I knew this was going to be one of the most amazing nights of my life. “I'm really looking forward to it too.”

We took another sip of our water and our eyes met. “What does Chris think… is he excited?”

I thought for a moment. “He told me he's fantasized about being dominated by two women his entire life.” A big smile broke onto her face.

I couldn't put it off anymore. It was time for ‘the talk.’ “There's something we need to discuss about tonight.”

“We can talk about anything, Greta.”

I thought for a moment and tried to choose my words carefully. “Things can get very intense, very quickly, in a BDSM scene.” I looked into her eyes. Her mouth dropped open and I saw she was hanging on my every word. “If this is going to work, you have to do everything I say and follow my lead, explicitly. Can you do that?”

Almost subconsciously, there was a gruff, bearish inflection in my voice. It was the same tone I used when I was dominating Chris. Her eyes were as big as saucers. She had never seen this side of me, probably because I had never shown it to her. When we worked out, she was the expert and I relied on her professional knowledge. However, when it came to BDSM and the upcoming evening we were about to share, our roles were reversed.

She lowered her eyes and a malleable expression broke across her face. My jaw dropped open. Liz is a submissive! I wasn't sure if she realized it or not but I could see it. It was the same look that Chris had given me countless times. I was still learning about the lifestyle. Nonetheless, I was an experienced enough Domme to know the way she was hungrily peering into my eyes and I very easily recognized it for what it was.

She began speaking, which broke me out of my stunned revelation. “I’ll do whatever you want me to,” she said demurely. 

I smiled. A big ‘Cheshire Cat’ smile. "Good," I said simply.

There were a few seconds of comfortable silence. I noticed that she was having a difficult time looking me in the eyes now. “Can I admit something to you?”

“You can say anything to me.”

“Thinking about tonight, and talking to you like this … it's made me wet.”

I couldn't hide the stunned expression on my face because she had never spoken to me like that. We had often shared our sexual exploits, but she had never been so overt when relating how she was feeling. At that moment, I felt heady, powerful, dominant feelings surge through my body. Feelings that, until now, only Chris had given me. "Look at me, Liz," I said sternly. Sheepishly, her eyes lifted and met mine. “If you're wet, prove it to me.”

Her jaw dropped open. She looked around the large workout room. There were two guys using the free weights about thirty feet away from us. I’d noticed they’d been checking us out throughout our workout. However, we were talking quietly enough that I knew they couldn't hear us. Her eyes met mine and  I watched as she slowly moved her hand under the elastic band of her tight, black yoga pants. She moved her fingers lower and then lewdly moved them back and forth for several seconds. I watched in awe as she extracted them from between her legs and held them up to my face. Two of her fingers were wet with the secretions she’d collected from her vagina.

Fuck.

Part of me was shocked that she’d actually obeyed me. The other part of me was aroused beyond words. It took me several seconds to collect my thoughts and form a coherent sentence. “Put your fingers in your mouth and tell me what you taste like.”

Her face flushed in a crimson hue. We both looked at the men again and I noticed that they were staring directly at us. Our eyes once again met and I gave her a stern look. Ignoring the men, she put both fingers in her mouth and sucked the wetness from them. She looked down and it took her a few seconds to begin speaking. “I taste sweet, maybe just a little tangy.”

She looked up and our eyes met. They were searching, begging for my approval. “Good Girl.” Her face broke into a big smile. It was obvious she was happy with my response. “I’ll see you at six, sharp.” I thought for a moment. “Also, put on something sexy for me.”

Her face broke into a big smile. “Can you give me a suggestion of what you want me to wear?”

 “A little dress, no thong or bra.”

Taking her by surprise, I leaned in and gave her a soft, lingering kiss, and our tongues danced delicately in each other's mouths for a few seconds, then I broke our passionate embrace. “I think you taste like a peach.”

We exchanged knowing smiles. I got up off the mat and walked towards the changing room. I barely noticed the two men's stunned expressions as I walked past them.

- - - - -

There was a knock on our front door at precisely six. “Chris, can you get the door?”

I almost felt bad for asking him to answer the door because I knew he was busy putting the finishing touches on dinner. However, I thought it would be interesting to watch and see how he interacted with Liz. Fortunately, I was able to peer around the corner from our hallway where I knew it was all but impossible to be seen from the foyer. Liz and Chris had met briefly at last year's office Christmas party. Be that as it may, their reunification tonight would be under much different circumstances.

Chris was wearing a dark blue suit with a white shirt and dark blue tie which was broken up by small white circles. He rarely wore formal clothing and he looked so handsome. I  watched as Chris opened the door. I giggled when it took him a full five seconds to formulate a thought and begin speaking. “You … ummm … look … ummm … really nice, Liz,” he stammered.

My husband, the cunning linguist. He was correct, though, in his appraisal of her appearance, because she did look stunning. She wore a black lace-up dress that had a deep scoop neckline with a slit up the side that was held together by black ‘lace-up' detailing, hence the name. The hem rested on her upper thighs and the slit of the dress came up to her waist, which made it very evident that she had followed my instructions and not worn panties. I also noticed her erect nipples were poking into the top of the little frock in the gentle breeze, again making it very apparent she’d followed my instructions and not worn a bra.

To complete her outfit, she wore black four-inch stiletto heels that were decorated with black ruffles along the ankle and toe. I noticed how she towered above him. She looked like a statuesque Viking goddess from a millennium ago with her flowing blonde hair, 5'9" height, and sky-high heels.

She shot him a shy but somehow confident smile. “Thank you so much, Chris.”

“Please come in.”

She set her small black clutch purse down on the antique wooden table near the front door and quickly surveyed her surroundings. “You have such a beautiful home.”

“Ummm … th-thank you. I can't really take credit, though, because Greta did the decorating after we moved in.”

I wanted to let them keep talking so I could watch them interact a bit longer. However, I knew Chris was cooking and I wanted dinner to be perfect, so I was afraid the longer they talked the more of a chance there was that something was going to get overcooked. I stepped into the room and both of them turned and looked at me. “Liz, you look absolutely stunning.”

She looked down and blushed. “Thank you, Greta … you look amazing too.”

I had purchased a white Bodycon silhouette cut-out dress. The short little frock featured a crew neckline and a large cut-out exposing the bottom of my breasts and much of my stomach. Before I began working out with Liz, I would never have even contemplated purchasing something this sexy, but now the sleeveless little dress showed off my toned arms and tight stomach magnificently. Additionally, I wore my black Stuart Weitzman Highland dominatrix boots. The tall black boots were a perfect color contrast to the white dress and my long blonde hair, which was flowing over my shoulders. “Thank you so much. Why don't I give you the grand tour while Chris finishes dinner.”

“Oh, I'd love that.”

I took her hand and we went from room to room of our three-bedroom house and I showed her the amenities. She told me several times how much she liked my decorative style, which really made me feel good. I was just opening the sliding door to the backyard when Chris called out. “Dinner will be ready in five, ladies.”

We stepped out onto our patio and I heard Liz take a deep breath. “Oh, this is just amazing.”

We did have a really nice backyard and it was the main reason why we purchased this house instead of some of the others in our neighborhood. We had a large in-ground pool and hot tub that were perfect for entertaining. Additionally, we had a six-foot brick privacy wall, which gave us a lot of seclusion from our neighbors.

She took a few steps towards the pool and I followed her. My eyes drifted down to her long, sexy legs in those heels and her perfect heart-shaped ass that was framed flawlessly in her black dress. At that moment, I couldn't describe or even process the feelings that were washing over me. I wanted this woman so badly that my body physically ached.

Then, she turned and faced me. “Can I admit to you how nervous I am,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn't hide my puzzled look. “You've been with a lot of women, though.”

“I have, but …” She paused for a moment and collected her thoughts. It was as if she was trying to find the right words. “You have this quiet confidence that I find very attractive.”

I smiled. “I need to ask you a simple question: What do you want to experience tonight?”

Her face broke into a sly smile. “What are my options?”

Now she’s being coy. “I do want your help dominating Chris, but I also want tonight to be about us.”

She looked down. It was as if she was unable to look into my eyes. “Every time you tell me what you do with Chris … I … I …” she paused for a moment, “… I want to experience some of what you do to him.” 

It felt as if my heart was beating out of my chest. She was submissive, and best of all she knew it. “I've never … you know … I've never been with a woman.” I paused for a moment to try to find the right words. “I have to admit to you, I don't feel very confident right now.”

She took my hand and gently squeezed. “Just be yourself, that's what arouses me to no end.”

We leaned in and exchanged a very romantic, passionate kiss. Just as we broke our tender embrace we heard Chris’s voice from inside the house. “Dinner is served, ladies.”

I took her trembling hand in mine, and we walked inside the house.

- - - - -

Dinner was absolutely amazing. Chris had made roast beef tenderloin with cognac butter, carrot mash with creme fraiche, and shredded brussel sprouts that were slow-fried with shallots.

We laughed and joked about our jobs and reminisced about our college experiences when Chris brought up some of his more colorful students. Even though the atmosphere around the table was laid-back and relaxed, there was also a thick sexual tension that I knew the three of us felt. Throughout dinner, I could see Chris sneaking glances at Liz while her gaze nonchalantly rested on me.

The dinner was perfectly consummated with decadent triple-chocolate cheesecake bites. It had been months since I’d indulged in dessert because eating sweets didn't exactly fit with my diet and exercise regimen. Once we had finished our dessert wine, I wanted to take charge of our next activity.

“Chris … Liz and I are going to take a dip in the hot tub. Once you're done cleaning up the kitchen, I'd love for you to join us.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” he said automatically. Seconds later, he looked at Liz, and then a deep red blush washed over his face. Liz looked at me and smiled.

I stood up and took Liz’s hand and led her towards our bedroom. Once we got there, she spoke.

“Does he always call you that?”

“Only when we are in a BDSM scene, or if I'm upset with him.”

She looked down. “It really arouses me when I witness the power you have over him.”

“You want to experience that too, don't you?”

Our eyes met. “Yes, Ma'am, I do.”

I smiled. “Do you know what safe words are?”

“No.”

I was beginning to realize just how inexperienced she was in the world of BDSM. “I plan on taking things with you very slowly tonight. However, if we do something that's too intense, you will say the word ‘yellow’ and I will slow down. If you want me to stop what I'm doing completely, you will say the word ‘red’. Do you understand?”

She bit her lip and I could see the lust on her face. “Yes, I understand.”

I leaned in and we shared a romantic kiss. Once we broke our passionate embrace, she spoke. “I need to use the restroom and then maybe I can borrow one of your bikinis.”

“I don't think we'll be needing swimsuits tonight. There's a bathrobe hanging behind the door that you can use.” Her face broke into a shy smile. “I'll meet you outside, honey.”

“Okay.”

After she turned and went into the bathroom, I quickly removed my clothes, put on my bathrobe, and made my way to the backyard. Once I was there, I noticed that Chris had opened a bottle of wine and placed two glasses near the edge of the hot tub. I removed my robe and slipped underneath the warm, soothing water that was being turbulently churned by the powerful jets. I poured two glasses of wine and tried to wait as patiently as I could for Liz.

After a couple of minutes, I heard the sliding door open and Liz stepped out onto our patio. Wordlessly, she looked into my eyes, untied the knot in the front of her robe, and let it drop onto the ceramic pavers. I took a moment to drink in her body. Liz’s arms and legs were incredibly toned and muscular, but not in an overdone, bodybuilder way. She also had a very tight, nearly washboard stomach; her long, flowing blonde hair was swaying gently and her nipples became almost immediately erect in the evening breeze.

“Do you have room for one more?” she said seductively.

“Come on in, the water feels great.”

I watched as she slipped into the hot tub and slid beside me. I could feel her thigh slide up seductively against mine and our eyes met. Simultaneously, we leaned in and shared a hot, passionate kiss, and within seconds our tongues were dancing erotically inside each other's mouths. I had never experienced anything like this before. When I kissed men, their mouths were rough, coarse, and almost bruising compared to the soft, gentle embrace of this amazing woman.

We continued to make out and my heart skipped a beat when I felt Liz put her hand on my stomach underneath the churning water. I could feel the increased urgency in her kiss as her hand moved south. I felt her fingers glide over the lips of my vagina. While we continued to kiss passionately, I marveled at her smooth, deft touch. Without warning, she broke our amorous embrace and our eyes met.

She began to run the palm of her hand up and down my vagina. Immediately, I felt lightning bolts shooting through my body. “Tell me what you want, Greta,” she said huskily.

It was as if my lust-addled brain was incapable of forming a coherent thought. “My pussy … put your fingers in my pussy,” I moaned.

Her lips again fused with mine as she slid two of her long digits inside me. My deep, guttural moan broke our kiss and my eyes rolled back into my head. Her mouth moved to my neck and she began licking and kissing on one of my most sensitive regions. Every single nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. Almost instinctively, I began to thrust my pelvis forward to meet her fingers.  Our lips met again in another passionate kiss and Liz began plunging her fingers rapidly in and out of my sex.

I could feel my orgasm begin to build within the pit of my stomach and Liz knew it. "Yeah, Greta … let it go for me," she said huskily.

Just as I was about to reach the peak, I heard the door open. “Shit … I’m … I’m …”

Chris was standing outside the door in his bathrobe with a guilty expression on his face. Immediately, Liz withdrew her fingers from inside me and a deep crimson hue washed over her face. As quickly as I could, I composed myself and took charge of the embarrassing moment. “It’s okay, Chris, you didn’t do anything wrong. I told you to join us once you had finished in the kitchen.” He let out a deep sigh of relief once he saw I wasn’t upset at his untimely interruption.

“Take off your bathrobe and have a seat,” I said while pointing at the deck chair next to our hot tub. Hesitantly, he slowly untied the knot at the front of his bathrobe, which revealed his chastity device. Liz’s jaw dropped open. I gently took her chin in my hand and turned her head until our eyes met. "So, where were we?”

She smiled. “It looked like I was seconds from getting you off.”

“Yes, you were.”

“With all due respect, Ma'am … my mouth will feel exponentially better than my fingers,” she said sexily.

Fuck.

I moved up and out of the hot tub and rested my bottom on the side with my legs still dangling in the warm, bubbling water. Liz smoothly slid between my knees and gently opened them. I was visibly shaking as she began to kiss my inner thighs. I looked over at Chris and his eyes were locked between my legs. I gently ran my hand through her long, blonde hair. She slowly moved her mouth closer to the hot core between my legs. The anticipation was almost more than I could stand.

Suddenly, my peripheral vision caught a movement and I turned to look at Chris. His legs were spread obscenely open and he was stroking his testicles. I was pretty sure he would have been rubbing his cock, but of course that was all but impossible because less than an inch of it was exposed due to the chastity device. Nevertheless, a long string of pre-cum had leaked out of the head of his cock. It was pretty obvious he was enjoying our little show.

“Oh…  God…” I moaned. Liz’s mouth brought me back to the now. Her tongue was slowly running up and down the moist lips of my vagina and it felt incredible. I couldn't place it, these feelings she was stirring in me. Since we'd met, Chris had always done a good job of going down on me. But for the first time in my life, this was a woman, not a man, between my legs. Her talented tongue, combined with the extreme taboo feeling of having another woman pleasure me in front of my husband, was almost more than I could handle.

I groaned in pleasure when she extended her tongue and sunk it into my pussy. Immediately, it felt as if lightning bolts were shooting through my body. I began grinding my pelvis into her open mouth. I resisted the urge to put my hands on the back of her head, pull her towards me, and suffocate her in my pussy. Instead, I closed my eyes and concentrated on her tongue slowly moving in and out of me. She then repositioned her mouth and the tip of her tongue began rubbing small circles on my clit.

“Oh … my … God…” My orgasm hit almost without warning. My body convulsed violently as I went over the edge of the cliff. Once I came back down, I looked between my legs and saw Liz licking the secretions from the inside of my thighs.

She looked up and our eyes met. "I'm not the only one who tastes like a peach," she said sexily. Big smiles broke across our faces.

I looked over at Chris. He continued to massage his testicles and I also noticed that he had added a few inches to the string of pre-cum that was oozing out of the head of his caged cock.

I pulled Liz up to me and kissed her passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. Once I broke the passionate embrace, I turned and looked at Chris. “Did you like that, baby?”

“That was the most erotic thing I've ever seen in my life.”

I smiled. "It's your turn now, Liz," I said sensually.

“How do you want me, Ma'am?”

I thought for a moment. “Stand up on the ledge, facing Chris.”

Our hot tub had a ledge that ran around the circular perimeter, and I was about to discover it was at the perfect height for what I wanted to do next. Quickly, she moved out of the water and stood on the ledge that was meant to be sat on. Her legs were submerged in the warm, bubbling water just below her knees. She then leaned forward and rested both of her palms flat on the ceramic pavers in front of Chris's chair.

When I stood up behind her, her bottom was almost perfectly aligned with my face. Slowly, I extended my tongue and licked up and down her muscular ass. I could taste the chlorinated water on her skin. I could hear her soft, gentle moans when I very lightly sunk my teeth into the exquisite flesh of her bottom. “Oh … God … Greta,” she moaned softly.

The heady, dominant feelings were surging through my body. At that moment, I had an almost irresistible urge to draw her blood with my teeth, mark her flesh, and make her mine. However, I knew I couldn't move that quickly with her and I resisted that temptation. Gently, I spread the cheeks of her ass and exposed her most intimate region. I ran my tongue along the lips of her vagina and collected the wetness that had already formed there. Again, I could hear her moans of pleasure. The secretions from her pussy could only be described as delicate and ethereal.

I wasn't entirely sure of what I was doing. I had watched a few erotic movies that showcased two women giving pleasure to each other, but I had no first-hand experience. Tentatively, I made my tongue long and flat and cautiously inserted it into her vagina. Her moans of pleasure were now much more pronounced. Even though I wasn't confident in my abilities, that didn't seem to matter because she obviously loved what I was doing.

"Yeah, Greta … right there …"

I wrapped my arms around her muscled thighs and delicately licked the walls of her pussy. I could feel her push back on my mouth and it was increasingly difficult to keep my tongue inside her. Without warning, I extracted my tongue from her body and bit down harder on the soft flesh of her bottom, leaving very apparent teeth marks. Liz cried out in what could only be described as a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then she said something that took me by surprise.

“Kiss me, Chris.”

I moved my head to the left so I could see his reaction. When our eyes met, there was a questioning, almost bewildered look on his face. I could read his eyes, though. It was as if he was asking me for permission. My face broke into a big smile. “When a beautiful woman asks you to kiss her, you do it.”

He leaned in and their lips fused together in a passionate, romantic embrace. I gave them only several seconds, though, before I opened my mouth and began delicately sucking on her clit. Instantly, her attention was back on me. Her gentle moans changed into deep pants and she began thrusting her pelvis back in an attempt to keep her vagina in contact with my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her thighs in an attempt to hold her still. I continued to suck and flick my tongue over her sensitive little bud. “Oh … my … God …”

Her body began to shake violently as her orgasm overwhelmed her. I quickly withdrew my tongue from her vagina because I knew how sensitive I get right after an orgasm. A few moments later, her breathing began to slow and revert back to normal as she came down from the peak.

She turned and got back down into the water with me. I took her in my arms and we shared a very sensual, erotic kiss. My face was covered with her juices but she didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Once we broke our passionate embrace, I turned to look at Chris. He was sitting back in his chair, stroking his testicles, and the string of pre-cum was now nearly touching the ceramic pavers.

I turned and looked at Liz. “Would you like to go inside and help me dominate my husband?”

A devious smile broke across her face. “I think I'd like that.”

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To be continued …