It was the first week in October. The afternoon air was pleasant. It would become quite cold, as soon as the sun set. It had been an early fall. Joan was glad to have the hot tub. Allen did not make enough money, to afford such luxuries. Lisa bought it when she moved in.
They had lived on a limited budget, since they had bought the old farm on the edge of the city. Lisa paid rent for her apartment, and bought all of the food. Last month, Lisa had even payed, all of the utility bills.
Before Lisa came into their lives, they had seriously considered selling the farm. Neither of them, had understood how much time, and money, it would take, just to do the upkeep on the old farm. Joan loved the farm. Mostly, she loved the solitude, and peace, that came with it.
Joan slipped into the hot tub. She relaxed almost immediately. The hot swirling water relaxed her body. It did not relax her mind. Every thing had changed, since Lisa had entered their life. Besides the money, that came with her, there was an air of sensuality about her. The air charged with sexual tension, whenever she was around.
Before Lisa, Joan had never been attracted to women. She did not want to be attracted to Lisa, but she was. The tension of the day, was soothed away by the hot water. As her body relaxed, her mind became more active. She knew she didn't have long to be by herself. Lisa would be home soon. Allen would not be home, until tomorrow night. Allen's job helped with the finances. It was a real drag for Joan.
Allen was gone from Tuesday morning, through Thursday night. He worked in town Mondays, and Fridays and came home after work. Allen slept in their bed, only Friday through Monday nights. The other nights, she slept alone. The company rented an apartment for Allen, in each of the towns he worked in. Joan hoped, he was also, sleeping alone on those nights. Allen was tired a lot. Their sex life had become seldom, and sporadic.
They had been having more sex, since Lisa had arrived. Maybe, she thought, it was Lisa's youth, that sparked up the house. Allen had just turned thirty, and Joan was not far behind him. Lisa would be nineteen this weekend. Whatever it was, the house was charged with sex. So was Joan.
She knew that Allen felt the sexual energy, also. On the nights that they were alone in the house, Allen was too tired for sex. When Lisa was in the house, he came to bed excited. The sex they had, with her in the house, was usually passionate, and full. Joan had mixed feelings about it. She loved the sex, when it was good.
Joan let her mind wander, as her hand moved to between her legs. Her hand slipped under the skimpy bathing suit bottom. Joan's other hand went to her bare breasts.
She had begun masturbation early. Her fantasies were always heterosexual, up until now. Her fantasies were always quite tame, up until now. Joan's passion began to rise, as her hand worked. The thought flashed through her mind, The little bitch, will be home soon.
Something about Lisa, made Joan want to slap her. Joan's underlying anger did not raise her ire. It raised her passion.
Joan had seen pictures of bondage, and discipline. They had not raised any passion in her, at the time. Right now the pictures came to her mind. She was becoming aroused. In her mind, Joan could see herself abusing Lisa.
Thinking about slapping Lisa, aroused her. Thinking of pushing her onto her knees, brought more passion. Joan became engrossed with the scene, she had created in her mind. The fantasy had evolved, over the weeks, from just abuse of Lisa, to total domination of her.
Joan's hands were moving faster, as she pictured herself standing over Lisa, who was kneeling before her. Joan could almost feel the whip in her hand. The words, like blows, coming from her mouth.
"You fucking little bitch. You slut. Whore."
As Joan's orgasm began, she shook with pleasure. In her fantasy, she began to slap Lisa. With each wave of pleasure, she envisioned herself slapping her. As her orgasm came to fullness, Joan pictured herself, giving Lisa to Allen. Allen was kissing her, while he fucked Lisa. Joan shuddered, shook, and moaned aloud, as her orgasm took her over.
Joan relaxed into her after glow. She found herself blushing deeply at the fantasy she had just finished. She was confused by the fantasy. Lisa was actually quite nice. She had no bad house habits, except her seeming disregard for nudity.
She was forever walking around the house with little on. She often walked in, for morning coffee, with her robe open, and no clothes on under it. She never wore anything, in the hot tub.
Joan could see, Allen was fascinated by her casual nudity. Neither of them seemed to be flirting, or leering at each other. Joan was thankful for that. Joan, for the millionth time, promised herself, she would not use that fantasy again. As she did, she knew this promise would not be kept, any better than the others had.
Joan's mind slowly became as calm, as her body was. Joan's calmness ended in an instant, as she heard Lisa's car pull into the driveway. She became alert. At the same time, her vagina flushed with wetness.
When she heard the car door close, she became totally, sexually, excited. Joan was blushing red when Lisa entered the back yard. Lisa carried a long black case with her. Lisa sat the case aside, then went up to the hot tub and began to disrobe.
Lisa had a light easy air about her, as she took off her clothes. When the outer layers were off, Lisa walked to the bar, and poured two drinks. As she walked away from Joan, her pert ass was barely covered, with a thin wisp of cloth. Lisa returned to the hot tub, sat the drinks down, and finished disrobing. Joan's heart began beating faster, as Lisa became barer.
Lisa was quite pretty. Not really beautiful. More like cute. Her body was well developed, but was not large. With her clothes on, she seemed almost girlish. With her clothes off, she was fully a woman. Joan was wet, and aroused, as Lisa stepped into the tub. Lisa took a drink over to Joan, and handed it to her, with a light kiss.
Lisa sat close to Joan.
"I'm so excited. Tomorrow we'll celebrate my birthday. I just ended my week in school. I feel like the party starts now. We'll have so much fun. I've arranged it all. We'll have dinner, and dancing into the night. I've reserved a suite for us, so we don't have to drive after home afterwards. I wish Allen were going to be here tonight, so we could all start the party now. We'll have to party alone. I've ordered the caterer . There will be no cooking tonight."
Joan was not sure what angered her, about Lisa, right now. She wanted, more than anything, to slap her. Just the thought, sent waves of pleasure through her. Joan had to resist the impulse to masturbate. Lisa seemed unaware of the sexual tension in Joan.
Lisa urged Joan to drink, while babbling on about the party. Joan relaxed with the drink. Lisa brought the bottle to the hot tub. Joan's vagina flushed with wetness, again, as she watched Lisa walk to the bar, and back.
Lisa poured the next drink.
"A birthday kiss."
Lisa kissed Joan actively, without passion. Joan and Lisa, were both quite loose, when they left the tub. Lisa picked up the case she had brought. She sat it to the table, that was between the long padded bench that Lisa sat on, and the chair that Joan was sitting on. Lisa poured more drinks.
"For my birthday, I've bought you both gifts. You have been so nice to me, since I rented the apartment.
They drank awhile, Lisa retrieved snacks from the refrigerator. They ate and drank in silence. Joan was a little tipsy when Lisa spoke.
"I can't wait any longer. I have to give you your first gift now. It's for you, but I'm sure that you will share it with Allen."
Lisa pushed the case over to Joan, then lay down on her stomach, on the long padded bench.
"Open it now. I can't wait any longer."
Joan took the case and inspected it. It looked like a flute case, but was longer. The case had ornate leather work on it. All of the hardware was gold. There was a small golden lock on the latch.
Lisa took a chain, from around her neck, and threw it to Joan. The chain had a little golden key on it. Joan used the key, then sat the key and lock aside.
Joan flushed with embarrassment, and excitement, as she saw the contents of the case. There were three whips mounted in the lid. In the main case, was an assortment of restraints. In the back of the case was a compartment that had two dildos. One was larger than the other.
Joan was first excited, then she became angry.
"You were invited into our living room. You were not invited into our bedroom."
Lisa had begun to masturbate. As she lay on her stomach, her hands were hidden from view. Her naked ass was rocking. Lisa's eyes were half closed.
"You are right, I am a brazen little bitch."
Joan tried not to react, but found her anger, and her passion, rising.
Lisa looked over at Joan, with an impish smile.
"I flirted with Allen, before he lift for work. It was not the first time."
Joan was furious.
"You fucking little bitch. I should evict you."
Lisa smiled.
"And lose the money? I have lots of it. You don't have to evict me, to make me mind. You can just beat my ass. I have it coming."
Joan now felt manipulated. She had no intention of giving in to Lisa's suggestion.
"I was so horny, I couldn't help my self. I haven't had any relief, since I've gotten here."
Joan was seething, but did not know what to do about it. She had just made up her mind to leave, when Lisa spoke.
"I'll do it again. If you don't stop me. Allen won't be able to stop himself, if I keep it up."
Joan's anger over rode any decisions, she had made to her self. Joan anger flared, as she released the middle whip from its holder. The whip was a springy, leather clad, fiberglass whip. It felt good in Joan's hand.
Joan's vagina flushed with arousal, as she closed her hand on the whip. Joan walked up to Lisa, and slashed her across her naked upturned ass. Joan began to beat Lisa, as she cursed at her.
"You fucking whore. You low class slut. I'll beat you bloody, if you ever fuck with my husband again."
Lisa was crying.
"I'm sorry. Please I'll be good. I've been so bad."
Lisa was in full heat as she cried, and plead. Her hand was working furiously, as she began to climax. Lisa shrieked out her orgasm, as Joan continued to use the whip.
As Lisa's passion subsided, she began to cry, and beg.
"Please don't be mad at me. I was so hot. The whip is the only thing that calms me. Thank you for helping me."
Lisa's tears, brought a new emotion to Joan. Joan now felt sorry for Lisa. She wanted to comfort her. Joan sat beside Lisa and began to pet her.
"It's all right. I'm sure you are sorry."
"I am sorry. Let me make it up to you."
Lisa pushed Joan onto her back.
"I'm sure that using the whip excited you. I could see it in your eyes. I know you're hot."
Lisa began to pull the wet bathing suit bottom off of Joan's wide hips.
Joan began to resist.
"No. Please. I'm alright. We can't do this."
Lisa's impish smile returned.
