Our night started innocently enough. The three of us met up at a local restaurant for drinks and dinner. He was the native, so I asked him to choose. She readily agreed the food was wonderful there - and they carried her brand of scotch, so, bonus.
The three of us looked like an interesting combination - two thirty-something's taking a forty-something out for a night on the town. Little did the hostess know what would be going on later. As we sat at our table, I studied him - the man that had won her heart - the man I was so happy she'd stumbled across. He was a good-looking guy. He had an energy and presence that instantly made me comfortable. It didn't hurt that his taste in motorcycles and women closely matched my own. She was dressed to kill in a skirt and blouse - goodness she was a beautiful woman. I was dressed in my best daddy outfit - a nice button up with cufflinks, suit coat and jeans. I felt like a million bucks, but they looked like a trillion.
As we sat, we conversed, random conversation with no particular destination in mind. I was my usual quiet self, adding to the conversation when I had a something salient to share. As we chatted I studied her - this woman who'd captured my heart and helped me become the man I was becoming. I could tell they were very much in love, her touch never seemed to stray far from him, nor did his. They made a great couple.
I noticed during dinner that he seemed so be doing something under her skirt on occasion and judging by the little almost inaudible gasps - it was something deliciously salacious. During one particularly loud gasp she noticed me noticing and blushed quietly, then closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch.
After dinner was finished, we quaffed the remainder of our scotch; the fire settling nicely in our stomachs and the smoke of the fire ringing on our taste buds. I suggested a group photo so we could remember tonight as I felt it would be extraordinarily special to all of us. The waitress happily obliged as she brought the bill.
"Shall we head to the hotel?" I asked.
"Let's do it!" he answered, a grin reflecting in his eyes, anticipation wetting his lips.
She shyly peered up at me, those eyes drilling into my heart and mind - shining with happiness and excitement and nodded, unusually quiet for her.
We strolled the city streets headed to the hotel, them arm in arm, with her occasionally reaching out to grab my hand as well. Each touch was the culmination of dreams, some dry, most wet.
We entered the hotel and went up to my room - I'd requested a suite away from the hubbub of the other rooms and they'd provided nicely. Two rooms, with a nice shower big enough for three. King sized bed with those high count egyptian cotton sheets I love so much.
She squealed with excitement when she saw the room, the couch with the arm positioned perfectly for recreational activities, the window overlooking the city which sparkled below us.
As we entered, I asked her to start a playlist on the portable speaker and she happily obliged. She then excused herself to prepare for the evening to come.
He and I sat on the couch, admiring the view of the city and chatting like two old friends. The anticipation hung heavily in the air, I was nervous - I loved her but I'd never met her without an internet connection before.
After she completed her ablutions, she returned, her smile lighting up the room like a sparkler on the 4th of July. She sat between us on the couch, leaning against him and putting her hands over mine. We sat there for a few minutes quietly enjoying the feel of each other, heightening the anticipation of what was to come.
As the next song started they stood up and began dancing. I wandered over to the bar, never letting my eyes leave them long and pulled out a couple of waters and a gift for them - a bottle of her scotch of choice.
Their dancing began like the dancing you'd see at any club, not that I've frequented many, close and energetic and incredibly hot. I moved up behind her and began dancing with them, touching her lightly to let her know I was there. She leaned back into me, her hands playing across his arms chest and face and I began lightly caressing her hips, enjoying the feel of her and the shared affection I felt flowing between them.
The longer we danced the more intense the contact became - he slowly began undressing her as we danced, their lips only parting when she chose to kiss me instead. Her kisses weren't like wine, they were something finer than that - they were the freezing water from melting snowpack, unsullied and pure, they were the heat of the lava flowing down from a newly erupting volcano. Fire and ice existing simultaneously.
Soon we had her naked - she was as gorgeous as I recalled from all our chats online - two souls from different worlds who'd happened to meet thanks to the great equalizer that is the internet. I could feel the heat radiating off of her and I could almost catch the scent of arousal from all three of us.
I looked at him with an inquiring lifted brow and showed him the item I'd pulled out of my pocket. He looked at me and grinned, nodding once that he felt the time was ripe as well.
As the song ended I walked over and grabbed a bottle of water, then slipped behind him as they were making out - she had her hands positioned perfectly behind his head and I easily snapped the cuffs onto them. She stopped making out and looked at me - I grinned back.
"I do believe it's time for the spanking," I said, my voice low and animalistic, a grin on my face.
"Agreed!" he said enthusiastically, with a note of amusement in his voice
"Yea! A Spanking!!!!!" was all she said as she lifted her hands over his head and proceeded to position herself over the arm of the sofa.
"Would you like to start?" I inquired of him.
"It's my pleasure!" he responded.
He moved over to her and placed his hand on her lower back and began rubbing her ass to warm it up. Then he raised his hand and smacked down hard. I'd seen her get spanked often and knew how much she enjoyed it. I sat in the chair behind her and enjoyed the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and made particular note of the redness rising on her cheeks. Each strike was accompanied by gasp and a moan of pleasure from the woman receiving them. I could see wetness already glistening between her legs. As the spanking continued, I reached over and opened the black bag next to me.
"What do you think - crop or this new paddle?" I asked him.
He turned towards me and smiled appreciatively at the crop I held.
"Let me grab ours and we'll take turns."
"Now that, my friend, sounds like a plan. Shall we cuff her ankles to the couch?" I asked as I rummaged in the back for the ankle restraints.
"Excellent idea. You do that while I grab my crop," he responded.
I moved behind her as she lay panting, her cheeks deliciously inflamed. I knelt behind her and asked "Is this okay, love?"
"Yes, please, cuff me to the couch... Please..." she said as she rose and straightened her back, moving her ankles closer to the legs so the cuffs would easily reach.
I cuffed her ankles together with a spreader bar then tossed a length of webbing with clips on it under the couch where I could easily reach it from the other end. One end was already clipped to the spreader bar and had a clever mechanism to allow the strap to be lengthened or shortened as needed. I stood up slowly, savoring the view of her spread like the slut I knew she was and moved to the other end of the couch to grab the hook of the strap and attach it to the cuffs.
