I told Alice what I wanted one night when we were both drunk and messing around. I didn't think she'd remembered it, much less taken it seriously. It was just one of those fantasies you share with your lover, never expecting it would ever come true, not even sure you'd want it to come true. Sure, we'd both given up men, but our sex life had been pretty "straight" otherwise, pardon the pun.
Then I came home a week later and found the bedroom furniture rearranged and a new full length mirror on our closet door.
"Oh, nice." I said, turning to see how my suit fit, unsuspecting there was anything more. She'd had the day off so I figured she'd done some things around the house. I didn't particularly like where the bed was, it kind of blocked the path to the closet, but I didn't complain.
Alice was coming out of the bathroom in her bathrobe after a shower. She came up behind me and gave me a hug. "I have a surprise for you. I... hope you like it." she said.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Get undressed."
"Hmm." I thought. A fun surprise!
I stripped and moved to the bed.
"Nope." Alice said. She opened the closet door and showed me what looked like a chair inside.
"Uh...?" was all I could manage.
"Hurry or you'll miss the surprise."
I stepped in. She'd pushed back the clothes and rearranged our walk-in to accommodate one of our livingroom armchairs, draped in a blanket. As I stepped toward the doorway I noticed the back of the closet door - I could see through it. The mirror was a one-way and she'd had the door cut so that it created a full length window from inside the closet. I was momentarily confused. Then I remembered the fantasy I'd mentioned that drunken night the week before. I looked at Alice.
She didn't say a word, she just stared back. I couldn't believe anything was really going to happen. Maybe she was just going to pretend, give me a tiny piece of the fantasy, show herself off on the bed while I sat in the closet imagining the things I'd fantasized about dozens of times before. So I thought "I'm game." and stepped in.
I sat on the chair and watched her shut the door. I understood now why she'd rearranged the bedroom this way. I was basically seated at the foot of the bed, only a couple of feet away.
Alice went to the bathroom and took off her robe. She examined her face in the mirror for a moment then turned and walked back into the bedroom. I couldn't believe it - she was completely shaven. She always liked her hair cut short, but there wasn't even stubble on her mound. "Ooh, that's nice." I said.
She put a finger to her lips and made a "shhh" sound. I hadn't realized I'd said anything aloud.
Alice went to her dresser and rummaged around. She pulled out a collar and put it around her neck - I'd never seen it before. It had a steel D ring in the front and buckled at the back of her neck. We'd talked about her kinky past but I didn't know if she still had her toys or if she'd bought new ones for the peepshow I was getting.
She pulled out a leather paddle and tossed it onto the bed.
"This is going to be fun." I thought.
She put the paddle on the nightstand, then walked out into the living room. I found I could see all the way to our front door from the closet. She walked to the door and unlocked it. I was shocked for a moment, picturing her walking out the door into our apartment complex wearing nothing but a rubber collar. But instead of going out she kneeled by the door. I was still in denial at what was obviously about to take place.
We waited, and waited, and waited. It was probably only about 10 minutes but it seemed to be an eternity. I swung between boredom and anxiety. Alice turned and made the "shhh" motion again and a moment later the door opened. She must have heard our visitor on the steps outside.
It was Dora, an ex-girlfriend of Alice's. I recognized her more from her stance and presence than the photos I'd seen. She filled the room with her aura. Her stance. Something about her said power. I was speechless. Which was fine because I that's how I was obviously supposed to be, but I just couldn't believe what I knew was about to happen.
"When is your girlfriend coming back?" I heard Dora ask.
"Her flight gets in about 10, she should be here about 11." Alice responded.
Dora strode into the room and stared right at me. I was scared. Then I realized she was watching herself in the mirror. She walked like a man, aggressive and focused, but she was definitely a woman. Tall, long straight hair, long straight legs, long straight stares. She had come from a corporate job, or just liked wearing conservative suits. Gray blazer, knee-length gray skirt, black hose, nothing out of the ordinary except for her exceptionally tall heels, everything in fashion down to her smart, if large, purse. She kept walking toward me and I began to get worried again until she stopped and tossed her purse on the dresser, then turned to watch Alice.
I had momentarily forgotten about Alice. She had told me about Dora's ability to hold people's attention, amongst her many other... talents. Alice was still kneeling by the front door. She had closed the door but otherwise hadn't moved.
"Come here." Dora said.
I had always wondered why Alice had let Dora do the things she'd done to Alice, but with Dora's commanding tone I could understand how it would be hard to resist. With the face and body she had, I can see how you wouldn't *want* to resist.
Alice crawled. I'd watched her crawl across our bed, crawl across the carpet up to the TV, but I'd never seen her crawl like this. Or maybe it was just the glow of getting to play with an old lover. I don't know, but something about it made me wet.
Dora plopped down at the foot of the bed, maybe four feet away from me. I did my best to stay quiet. I didn't think I could do what Alice had talked about doing, with joy, with Dora and I wasn't ready to find out the hard way.
Alice crawled through the doorway. "You remember the drill." Dora said. It wasn't a question.
Alice lifted up onto her knees and reached up to undo the buttons of Dora's blazer. Dora sat almost motionless. Alice moved up next to her and pulled the blazer off with delicate motions. She picked up a hangar from the dresser and hung up the blazer. Dora was stretching, starting to unwind. Alice kneeled at her feet. Dora stood and turned, again staring into the mirror, almost into my eyes. I had to stop staring at her face to look down to see Alice unzip Dora's skirt.
The skirt fell to the floor and I sucked in a quick breath - Dora stood before me in a brilliant red matching bra and panties, black thigh-high stockings, and tall black heels. It made her skin seem pale and luminescent. Her black hair hung over her shoulders, matching her hose. She was a sensual statue in white, red and black.
She stepped out of the skirt at her feet and stood with her legs a little apart. I wished she'd turn around so I could see her from all sides, but that would come soon enough.
Alice folded the skirt neatly and put it on the dresser. She returned and gently pulled Dora's hair back into a ponytail and held it in place with a hair tie. Alice came around in front of Dora to unhook the red bra, but when she blocked Dora's view she was pushed to her knees so that Dora could continue to watch herself in the mirror. Or was she staring at me? Alice had obviously set all this up. Perhaps they were playing exhibitionists to my voyeur? I didn't get to think about it long. Alice reached up to unhook the clasp between Dora's breasts. They were full, almost touching at her cleavage. They bounced out of the bra as the clasp released.
Dora had great nipples - brownish pink, sticking strait out, and with a large black ring through each of them. Alice had her nipples pierced before it was the "in" thing to do, but she'd taken them out long before we started dating and they'd healed. I hadn't gotten to play with pierced nipples yet and it wasn't something I dreamed about, but the big black hoops called even more attention to Dora's breasts and they begged to be tugged.
Alice, still being silent and gentle like some kind of queen's servant, pulled Dora's red panties down. Dora's body just kept shocking and exciting me. Her clit stood erect, the tip poking out from between her lips with a black barbell, probably an inch long, running horizontally through it. The tips of the barbell jutted past her lips to rest on her mound amongst the very closely cropped black hair. She was clean shaven for the most part but had a small landing strip. I imagined the barbell must tug at her as she moved. Later, I'd look back and wonder how much it must've hurt to have done, but at the time all I could do was think about sucking it into my mouth, perhaps twisting it playfully, experimentally, to see how far I could go before she winced.
Dora stepped out of the panties and spread her feet apart. She leaned forward and looked like she was reaching for the door handle, but then rested her hands on either side of the mirror, pushing her hips back and out.
I could see Alice kneeling behind her. Without a word or even hesitation Alice leaned forward and starting caressing Dora's butt. Dora purred appreciatively, staring down. It looked like she was staring at my chest but I guessed she was watching the same thing I was - Alice kneeling and basically worshipping Dora's ass.
Dora leaned forward even further. Her face was only a couple of feet from mine. I watched intently as her mouth opened in pleasure. I knew exactly what she was feeling. Alice had used her tongue on me like that many times. She was an expert. "Slow down." Dora said, breathily. Now I knew where Alice had gotten her training.
Dora continued a slow motion squirm inches in front of me. I was trying, and failing, not to move. I didn't want to make the chair squeak or gasp, but I couldn't keep my fingertips from between my legs. I could already feel a moist spot on the blanket beneath me.
"It's been too long." Dora moaned. She reached around and pulled Alice by the hair, tugging her around and between us. Dora kept one hand on the door, the other on the back of Alice's head. Alice's mouth was thrust into Dora's pussy. My jaw was wide open, somewhere between shock and jealousy and absolute arousal.
Dora kept her eyes glued on me. Or I fantasized it was on me. She was really watching Alice, watching herself use Alice. But I imagined she was using Alice while staring at me with that lusty gaze. Watching me spread my legs and wiggling my fingers across my clit furiously.
But I couldn't let the fantasy get the better of me. I had to stay quiet. If Dora wasn't in on the show I didn't want to interrupt, didn't want to find out what would happen when she was surprised. So I resisted the urge to lean back, put my feet against the door on either side of the mirror and push two fingers into myself and groan. But the frustration of the position was setting in.
