Carrie stopped on the way home and picked up a bottle of tequila. She likes tequila, her father loved it. On her way home she sent me this text, ""Set 3 shot glasses at dining room table, you two wait there""
Shelley, best friend of Carrie's who has become her submissive, and I were naked and kneeling next to the dining room table. It has been a few months now since Carrie and I began living our female led marriage. To say FLR has exceeded our expectations would be an understatement.
"Hello, Carrie," I said. At the same time Shelley said, "Hello, Master."
Carrie stepped up next to Shelley who immediately began removing her shoes. Carrie handed me the bottle of tequila.
"Hey dear," Carrie said with a wink. "Pour us all a shot."
"What are we celebrating?" I asked as I poured. Shelley was now kissing Carrie's feet. She stood there for a full two-minutes as Shelley bathed her feet with her tongue. Carrie enjoyed the feeling and Shelley needed constant reinforcement of her status.
"We've all had a good and long week," Carrie said excitedly. "I've decided a fitting reward is a proper drunk. So we're going to play a drinking game. Take a seat."
Carrie motioned for us to drink, so we drank a shot to get us started. She then pulled out a deck of cards and started shuffling. Shelley sat to Carrie's left and I to her right. Carrie offered Shelley to cut the deck, she tapped the deck, no cut.
"Screw Your Neighbor," Carrie announced. "Paul knows the game. I'll deal each of us 1 card. The objective is to see who has the lowest card. Shelley you'll look at yours first. You can keep it or swap with Paul. Then he does the same, a chance to swap with me. Then I, the dealer, do the same a chance to swap with top card on the deck. We reveal our card, lowest card takes a shot, and tells the other two what sex act to perform for the next two minutes. Understand?"
We acknowledged we understood and the game began. I won the first hand, a 3 of clubs. I say won because I wanted to do another shot.
"What is the sex act you desire to see, darling?" Carrie asked.
"Shelley needs a spanking," I said matter of factly. She didn't really. We know she likes them so I just wanted to watch her get what she wants. "Please, Carrie."
Shelley wasted not a second coming over to Carrie, and leaning over. Carrie positioned her across her lap and proceeded to smack her ass. Playfully at first. Shelley giggled when the first few spanks landed. And then they got harder, less giggling. About 20 smacks before Carrie's phone timer sounded 2 minutes had expired.
"Thank you, Master," Shelley said, her face revealing the sting Carrie applied.
"Thank Paul," Carrie smirked. "His idea."
Second hand was also a winner for me.
"Shelley," I said with a half-laugh. "Give Carrie a slutty lap dance." All three of us laughed at this one.
I enjoyed my shot as Shelley began to do her best impression of a club stripper dancing for a tip. She brought her red ass to rub against Carrie's thighs, and dropped her tits aside her face. To my surprise Carrie grabbed an ample breast and pulled its nipple into her mouth. Shelley shrieked with pleasure as Carrie teased her.
"Damn Shelley," I said half-assed. "You got skills. You could moonlight as a stripper to pay down some of that debt."
Shelley did not laugh. Did I cross a line?
Next two hands, not winners for me. Shelley had me give Carrie a rim-job. And the very next hand, Carrie also had me give Shelley a rim-job. For the record, I am not a fan of licking asshole. I need to win so I could take a shot, wash the ass taste down.
But Shelley won the next hand. She thought for a second before telling me to fuck Carrie.
"Now you know that's what he wants most," Carrie said as she undressed before lying on the nearby sofa. "Don't you, Shelley?"