Authors: Delphine Dryden
of the orgy couch. She was trying to look submissive and attentive, but her eyes kept straying over to her fellow sub’s chest.
Daniel really couldn’t blame her. Mara’s tits were pretty stunning. And he also
found that, while the idea of Delia’s bisexuality had sometimes left him vaguely
concerned lest he be found wanting, in practice it meant he got to watch his wife check out another woman’s stunning tits. And the whole D/s thing meant he could tell Delia to do stuff to them, and odds were very high she
would
. And then there’d be orgies and stuff.
Especially
orgies.
The whole situation just contained so much
win
he almost couldn’t comprehend it all. But yet another great factor was that he didn’t have to sit idly by while he waited for his brain to process all this good fortune.
“Back to making out, you two.”
And they did that. Which was
awesome
.
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Chapter Eleven
Delia could have kissed Mara forever. Her lips were soft and her tongue velvety
plush, and they had the same style so it was as though Mara could read her thoughts
and anticipate what she wanted before she knew it herself. She wondered if it felt the same to Mara. Like they had one mind.
When Daniel had told them to get back to it, she had complied happily. Now,
though, hovering on all fours over Mara’s limp, sated body, she wanted more. But she was frustrated too, because she wanted her Master to be the one to tell her to do more.
That was what made it all right to do. That was what made her okay with it.
That’s what makes it hot.
Sometimes it didn’t do to overanalyze these things.
She leaned into the kiss a little more. Lowered her body just an inch or two, letting her breasts graze against Mara’s. Hoping Daniel would be distracted enough by the
garters and stockings framing her ass and pussy that he wouldn’t notice.
He was a man, a horny man. Of course he noticed.
“Delia, making out includes groping. But since you seem to need some guidance,
here, let me.”
Daniel nudged his head between them just enough to catch Delia’s nipple with his
tongue. She angled herself to give him more room, felt his head working even as she
swallowed Mara’s groan, and realized he was alternating between them.
She pulled her head up, needing air, but he popped up, intercepted her and took
her mouth in a hard, messy kiss. So different from Mara’s, but just as good in its way.
She had no idea what Daniel was thinking, and that excited her too.
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Well. She had
some
idea. He kissed Mara next, the same way, hard and fast with lots of plundering tongue. Delia knew she was supposed to feel jealous. But she didn’t. Not jealous of them, just impatient for it to be her turn again. With either of them. She didn’t care which.
Daniel raised his head again, gave her a sultry scowl. “I showed you how I want
you to suck her nipples, Delia. I expect you to get right on that.”
Oh my God, who are you and what have you done with my husband? And does he ever have
to come back?
And then…then her Master curved the long fingers of one hand over her head and
pressed her down until her nose was just brushing the areola of Mara’s right breast.
“
Now
, Delia.”
She opened her mouth, took a tentative lick at the ruffled skin. And then another,
and then she rounded her lips to take in the nipple. Slowly, savoring it. Remembering what to do, as it had been years since her last girlfriend. Whose breasts had been
nowhere near as lovely as Mara’s.
The sensitive skin was tightening even as she worked her lips, flicked her tongue
against it. She nipped lightly and Mara arched into her, the soft skin of her breast pressing pillow-like against Delia’s chin and nose. Not too big, not too small.
Just right
, Delia thought, and wondered why they were all so full of fairy tales in this room.
She sucked and licked her way to the other side, and wished that it weren’t just a
fairy tale. That nights at home could be full of this too, this languid exploration of all the possibilities. Knowing that nobody need ever go unkissed while having their nipples
sucked. That going down and penetration need not be mutually exclusive acts. That
clothing could perhaps, depending on style, be shared, and that Daniel could finally have somebody to play computer games with him.
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When her mind veered off sex into clothes, she felt a shift, a new possibility come
into being. A new way to see things, do things. Glancing up, she saw Daniel still leaning into Mara’s mouth, taking his time.
“Does she kiss like me, Master?”
He pulled back but kept his eyes trained on Mara. “She does.”
He was perspiring a little, a fine sheen highlighting the back of his neck, turning the brown hair almost black. His black t-shirt was clinging to his back in spots. Delia was the only one who hadn’t worked up a sweat yet, but she found she didn’t mind. Things were getting done. She was part of it. Sooner or later, it would be her turn.
“Can we keep her, Master?”
He just smiled, and Mara chuckled. The movement caused a wonderful ripple effect
across her chest. Delia fastened her teeth back on to the closest nipple and scraped her tongue across the flesh, hard. Things were getting done. But she wouldn’t mind more
things, getting done faster. She wouldn’t mind being one of those things.
With a final brush of a kiss against Mara’s lips, Daniel stood and walked to the end of the other couch, where his various tools and implements of pleasurable destruction still occupied space. He cupped his hand around whatever it was he’d picked up and
spread lube on. Something else he’d bought at the store, she thought. He’d been very cagy about his purchases, revealing them one by one. She wondered just how many
items had been in that bag.
“You don’t need to be watching me, you need to be paying attention to what you’re
doing, sub. Also, right now you have about five seconds to work your way down to her pussy, so you may want to move it.”
She moved, not as gracefully as she should have. Down to the end of the couch,
resting her feet up on top of the low, broad arm while she knelt between Mara’s thighs and gently pushed the other woman’s legs up and apart. Mara groaned and bent her
knees, letting them fall open.
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Delia wondered whether she should start waxing. The skin looked smooth and soft,
and when she bent to test with her tongue, she tasted salt and felt velvet smoothness. A little warm, a little puffy from the earlier abuse. And Delia could just see the edges of the marks Daniel had left, the darker red creases from the cane still vivid, the pink from the flogger already starting to fade.
Her own rear was still a little worse for wear from the tawse last night. It had
packed an unexpected wallop, and she had found a few little welts and bruises this
morning. They were pretty, a spot of color on her otherwise barely tanned skin. Delia would like to see Mara’s skin in the morning, see how much of a lasting impression
Daniel had made. See what Mara looked like in the morning. Would she be chipper, or
would she be grumpy until she’d been fed breakfast and plied with coffee?
Daniel’s hand was on her head again, pushing.
“Get. To. Work.”
She hadn’t eaten pussy in years. But she found it was like riding a bicycle. At least in that one apparently never forgot how. Otherwise, it was completely unlike riding a bicycle. It was unlike anything else, a unique experience that combined some of the best bits of sex, kissing and eating. Salty and tangy-sweet, with an intriguing give under the tongue. Each little labial frill had its own level of response, its own tolerance for abuse.
Rougher on the outer, with nips and pulling. Softer on the inner, a place for delving tongues. Feather kisses, ghost kisses across a clitoral hood still flushed from orgasm, or perhaps already swelling again with a freshly aroused surge of blood.
Mara was whimpering, shifting her hips restlessly. She liked having her opening
teased while her clit was lapped at with little puppy licks.
Delia had almost forgotten about Daniel. He came up behind her now and tapped
at her inner thighs, slapping from one to the other.
“Wider.” And then, when she apparently didn’t move enough to please him,
another, sharper slap. “Wider, sub.”
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She edged her knees and feet out and pushed her butt higher, lowering her chest
almost to the couch and curving one hand under Mara’s thigh while she rested on the
opposite elbow.
“Nobody comes until I say so,” he reminded them both.
Delia tried to keep her focus on the task at hand, but it grew difficult once Daniel started on his own task. She realized quickly that what he’d purchased at
Delights
was a butt plug. Bigger than her existing one. A wider one—
not so fast, not so fast
—than the last anal bead on the string she was used to.
He slowed down, reading her as he always did, and teased his way around the tight
opening with a lubed finger until she relaxed a little bit. The plug slipped deeper, and as her flesh stretched to accommodate it, the familiar slow burn started to spread over her back and legs. This form of arousal was almost too keen to stand, and Delia always thought it felt like experiencing an orgasm from the outside in. Every nerve alive, eager, anticipating, but threatening to overload the system in their zeal.
She sighed with relief and eased up a little more when the plug was finally seated.
It felt thick and long inside her, solid and heavy. She hadn’t seen Daniel get undressed, but she could feel his cock pressing against her now, slipping across her pussy. He was teasing her with it. Without thinking, she echoed the motion of his erection with her tongue across Mara’s slit, a sympathetic tempo of desire carrying itself from one partner to the next. Mara moaned, Delia moaned, Daniel laughed and then started to work
himself inside her. Slowly, because she was tight from the plug. And sore from last
night. And already trembling on the brink of an orgasm, because she was so keyed up
from watching Mara on the horse and everything else. Delia suspected he could see her readiness like a tattoo across her back.
The
thing
in her ass started to vibrate. Delia’s head shot up, her back arched down and she opened her mouth to holler but nothing much came out.
“Guh!” she finally managed.
Daniel inched deeper and gave her a slap on the hip.
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She took a deep breath and tried to sort them out, all the sensations. Too much, too many. So good.
Another slap. “Back to work, sub. That pussy’s not gonna go down on itself.”
Well, that didn’t even make sense. But it was steadying, in a way, to know Daniel
was affected by this too. As an army of fiery sprites began a spirited dance up her spine, Delia bent back to the luscious field of pink in front of her and attacked it with fresh intensity. Ferocity, really. She transferred all the emotions, all the things she couldn’t express, into this one job, writing her desires out on Mara’s sex with her tongue and finger in rapid, sharp strokes.
“Beautiful,” Daniel moaned. He was holding her hips tightly, pushing deeper with
each thrust. And Delia felt Mara’s fingers on her hair, stroking delicately. Such contrast.
Hot need seared her and she latched on to Mara’s clit and sucked, her tongue racing, her fingers clutching up to press on the sensitive front wall, on the spot she knew was there.
There.
“Master, I need to come!” Mara sounded almost panicked, and Delia nearly
stopped. She had forgotten, she had pushed too fast, she was going to spoil it—
“Yesss,” hissed Daniel. His hand reached under Delia’s body with the familiarity
only a lover of many years can know, finding her clit and applying just the right
amount of pressure instantly. “Do it, Dee. Make her come. And then I’ll let you come.
Do it, now!”
It was as good as done. Mara was already flying, and Delia’s tongue just helped her
stay aloft, keening and bucking through what sounded like an apocalyptic orgasm.
She was just coming down when Delia realized she was past her own point of no
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of sex in her mouth, she felt consumed. Completely used up, nothing left of her by the time the climax had its way and ebbed from her body.
The vibrator was off. And Daniel was not inside her anymore. She felt an echo, a
memory of the vibration and the friction, a twang of remembered pleasure spasming
through her clit every few seconds. But she could have been in outer space for all the rest she could tell. She could have been floating.
“Take a sip, Dee.”
Cold. A straw, pressed to her lips. She opened her mouth just enough to take a sip,
and only then realized how dry her mouth and throat were. The water tasted sweet,
and she would have gulped it all down if he’d let her.
But he didn’t. He took the straw away after a few seconds, pressed a kiss on her
forehead and went away again.
She told herself she would open her eyes and watch him, see where he’d gone. In
just a minute. When she had enough energy to open her eyes again.
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