This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one.
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DaniSub
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I woke up Sunday morning cuddled up against Keith. I wasn't as sore as I expected to be. My cute little ass was a bit tender, but no worse than if I had sat in the bleachers and watched a baseball double header. All in all I felt pretty good.
Last night was the wildest thing I've ever done. Keith had five of his friends, four of them total strangers to me, strip me naked and tease and explore my body. One of them even spanked me with a paddle; and all at Keith's direction. It was humiliating but that made it even more exciting. I got so excited seeing Keith's face as he humiliated me.
I looked up at Keith lying next to me. He was awake and just looking at me. "What?" I giggled covering my face. He didn't say anything right away; he put his hand to my face and ran his fingers over my cheek. He loved me; I snuggled closer to him.
Finally, he said "Should we have breakfast here or do you want to go to the golf club again?"
"Let's go to the golf club" I said sitting up and letting the covers fall from the upper half of my naked body, "I really like it there."
We got up and showered together, it was becoming a Sunday morning ritual. "Your cute little ass cheeks are still a bit pink" he said washing them gently with the washcloth, "I kinda like them like that."
I blushed, even standing naked in the shower he can say things that make me blush, and said, "Oh, and I guess you are thinking of ways to keep them pink."
"Maybe" he smiled, "They sure do look perfect like that."
We finished our shower washing each other, pausing to hold each other and kiss. I loved the way he seemed like he could never get enough of me.
We got dressed and I wore a sundress today and Keith looked disappointed. "I think my ass is a little too tender for tight shorts this morning." I said reaching up on tiptoes and kissing him on his cheek. He smiled and put his arm around my waist and we went to the car and drove to the golf club for brunch.
We sat outside again for the privacy and ordered fresh fruits, breads, pastries and coffee. The waiter brought out the food and we started to eat. Keith took my hand and said, "Heather, were you okay with what happened last night?"
I took his hand in my hands and lifted it to my face and kissed it. "I loved what you did to me -- what you made me do -- but I am not sure I understand." I said pausing and resting our hands back on the table. "I mean, I love you! It was exciting having the other men strip me and touch me. And you there watching. Telling them what to do to me; watching over me. I would have never done that without you there, but I'm a little confused.
"I know, being the exhibitionist that I am, what I get out of having men see me naked or nearly naked. And having all those men touching me and doing things to excite me just lights up the little submissive in me. But what do you get out of it? I mean besides what you did to me after everyone left." I said blushing at the last part.
He paused and said, "I knew how exciting the poker game would be for you. I could never do that with just any guys. They were just a tool like the panties with the dildo, or the ice and they know it." He paused and took a mouthful of coffee.
"I love doing things to you that get you excited. I love the look on your face as you try to keep your body under control. I love it when you loose the fight and I get to watch you come. Do you know how beautiful you are when you come?"
I looked down at my hands holding his and said, "I know I enjoyed last night; and now I know you did, too. It's just that, you letting them do things to me, and me getting so excited when they do it, it doesn't seem right for some reason."
"Under normal circumstances," he said, "It wouldn't be right. The whole reason our little group was formed was to provide us with a safe way of playing out our fantasies. Each of us is overly protective of our wives or girlfriends but, at the same time, we wanted a way to make those 'dreams come true'. This was the solution we came up with and so far it works."
I was thinking about that when Keith stood and said "Phil, Tina, how are you?" and kissed the blond woman with Phil. I saw Tina, briefly, at work once when she came to pick up Phil, but that was like four months ago. Keith introduced me to Tina and we shook hands across the table.
Tina is Phil's wife. She's twenty-four, two years younger than Phil. She's five foot six and only weighs one hundred twenty pounds. She has real long legs and is rather thin but she makes up for it with her 36C breasts and a cute tight little ass. I could see why Phil was attracted to her.