Jeanie and I were lying like spoons on top of her king sized bed in the cool Georgia evening. Garth Brook's 'The Dance' was playing on country radio and we were enjoying the delicious caress of our bodies against each other. She wore a loose caftan and I had on a long tee shirt and nothing else. My face was nestled in the back of her neck and my hand was idly roving over her ass. She smelled of peaches and strawberries.
Jeanie is mid 30's and has a wonderful curvy body with great 38DD tits, strawberry blond hair, twinkly eyes, a beautiful face and the greatest mouth on earth. I'm ten years older; fit and muscular, and I like to think I'm a lot of fun to be with. It may just be the company I keep.
I live in Australia and we don't get together in person as often as we'd like, but we've been the center of each others' lives for a number of years and have done or talked about just about everything two people can do. When apart we have an open relationship of which we share the details. It's a big kick for us both.
We'd been back in each others' arms for only a few days after being apart for months and had just spent the day walking through a Farmer's Market, sampling fruits and kissing, totally relaxed with each other. We hadn't talked much, though I sensed she had things she wanted to share with me in her own good time.
On the bed she stirred a little and made the little Jeanie trademark "mmmmmmmffh" sigh I love so much. I pressed my face deeper into the back of her neck and breathed her in. Life was great.
She said "Ben? Honey? I've an ummmmmmmm proposition for you ok?"
Since 'ummm' was always about sex in any conversation between us, my ears got pointy real quick and I felt that familiar stirring down you know where.
"Ok," I said. "Shoot."
She giggled and said "Oh you may well do that!"
I chuckled into the back of her neck, leaned up over her and took a sip of ice cold Chenin Blanc. I'd brought the bottle with me from Melbourne; Aussie wines are fabulous. I offered it to her lips for a sip too and then lay back down. I knew this was going to be interesting.
After a pause she said "You know I've been fucking this guy right?"
"Yeah Peter. It's cool. I spoke to him online one night when he was here. Seemed like a smart kid and you've mentioned a couple of times he's great no-strings fuck."
"Welllllll.... he and you have some of the same interests..."
"Oh? Fast cars, good wine, sexy women and he's a Falcons fan too?"
"No silly!" she said and spanked my butt behind her back. "One out of four. Oh he does drive a Porsche 911 Carrera so maybe two."
After another short hesitation she said "Ummmmm... me talking dirty and ummmm three-ways."
My libido leapt into overdrive.
"Well go on, spit it out!"
She giggled sexily. "Nope, I never do that."
I put enough gentle pressure on her to make her face me, and she snuggled in to my broad chest. I could see she was sucking on her lower lip as she does when she's feeling uncertain. I leaned down, kissed her, lifted my face away and waited.
"Ok," she said. "Here it is. I'd like to fuck both of you at once. And I mean fuck! I mean do everything. Give myself completely to you both of you to use like a whore. To make me do whatever you want as your little slutty fuck toy. Nothing off limits except real pain or bodily harm. Would you do that for me if I arranged it?"
I got my breath back and said "Sure" as nonchalantly as I could muster. "When?"
"Tonight!"
"Wow" I said, "How you gonna arrange that so quick?"
"I already have, but I could cancel if you want."
I smiled down at her as my answer.
She grinned back and said "Enjoy your wine, lover. I'll be back" and whirled away.
"Everything?" I asked, but the door to the dressing room closed with no answer.
I glanced at my watch. It was 6.30 and I was bright and bouncy, still on Melbourne time which was 8 hours behind.
I listened to her moving around and in a few minutes the door opened and she walked out and stood for inspection. She wore a wraparound skirt over black stockings and heels, and a button up see through blouse over a black bra. She turned around slowly and parted the skirt. Underneath she had on a garter belt and crotch-less black panties through which I caught a glimpse of her blond bush. She'd put on particularly bright red lipstick with matching nails. The contrast of colors was delightfully trashy.
She stepped close to the bed and held something out to me. It was a black fabric collar with a set of tiny jewels in the pattern of a heart in the front. I reached for it and she pulled it back playfully.
"No wait" she said, "Let me tell you the rules first ok?"
"I'm listening."
"When you put this on me I'm your cock sucking fuck toy, ok?"
"Ok."
"And when Peter arrives, I'll be his too. If you can't deal with that, don't put it on me."
"Oh I will."
"It has Velcro at the back, see? If I rip if off it means stop, ok? Stop! I trust you to protect me from harm if I'm restrained but other than that anything goes while the collar is on."
"Deal" I said eagerly.
I reached out and she pulled the collar back again.
"Let me say this first" she said, "Because after it's on I'll have no control and I need to say something between us."
"Ok."
"You're the love of my life Ben. No matter what happens tonight don't forget that. I'll do whatever you want and make every dirty dream you have come true if I can. I'll let you fuck me six ways to Sunday; I'll suck your cock anywhere any time; I'll even beg you to tit fuck me and come on my fucking face. I'll walk naked into a room in this collar and take a cock up my fucking ass for you if you order me to. I'll beg you to slap my tits while I have my hands tied behind my back. I'll tongue fuck your ass if you point at it. I'll beg you to piss on me if you want."
She giggled. "Peter has!"
"Oh?"
"Oh yeah! He loves that. He also loves to fuck me rough. And he loves to make me talk dirty to him. I love it too. But he's not you, and after this I'll still be yours and he'll still just be someone I see when I can't have you, ok?"
"Ok."
