This story, and all my stories, contains fictionalized characters from long ago memories and recent events of my life.
I am a 60+ year old Black BI woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, sometimes extremely submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you will like my stories and please comment to help me improve.
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This story is a sequel to The Photographer Part 2. Readers may want to read that story before this one. Characters in this story are perhaps real but of course, for no reason really, the names have been changed... or not.
When I again read Photographer Part 2 after publication I realized that I had done Bailey and my readers a disservice by not telling the entire story of a complicated relationship between a mom, Robin and her adopted daughter Bailey.
Please read on and let me try to correct that.
At the risk of repeating myself... there is no "risk", let me repeat myself.
I met Beth because of my relationship with a woman named Sarah. It happened on a Friday at the airport. Sarah was coming home after being away for a few weeks and dressed in my best jeans and a white sweater I waited for her at the airport. The plane was delayed and that made the anticipation worse. One hour became two. I watched as the plane pulled up to the gate and then waited for passengers to exit. As they came through the door I watched for her and at last saw her.
I sat and waited and finally she exited the gate area. She was not alone! Sarah was walking, actually holding hands with, a younger taller woman. Who was this woman?
As she approached she dropped the woman's hand and gave me a hug, a sincere warm hug. She whispered in my ear: "Ah, Robin, it's so good to be home. Thank you for coming. Don't worry it will all be ok." She did not wait for a response. Sarah stepped back and gesturing to the woman said: "Robin, this is Beth. Beth say hello to Robin." We shook hands and kissed cheeks. I hate that custom.
We drove back to Sarah's beach house with just the usual "how was the flight", BS talk. When I tried to ask a related question Sarah shut it down by saying: "Robin, Beth I can imagine you are both confused and want answers. We will discuss this later."
I got a clue of sorts when Beth in response to what Sarah said replied: "Yes Ma'am." What the hell kind of reply was that?
As we approached the house Sarah informed us: "Beth, you and I will be staying in my house at least for now. Robin, you will remain in yours." She was back and yet after they left the car with their luggage I was alone again sitting on my deck looking at the moon.
At about my third glass of wine I saw movement on the beach approaching my deck. It was Beth. As she came up the stairs she asked me to please not tell Sarah she came to see me. She had lied to Sarah and told her she was going for a walk on the beach.
In the next 30 minutes I learned that Beth had been with Sarah on and off for a few years and that she felt very strong dependence on Sarah. We agreed to spend more time talking at every opportunity.
The very next morning I got a visit from Sarah. She told me that I was important to her but so was Beth in very much the same way. She told me I would be moving to her cabin where the three of us would live. I remember actually saying "Yes ma'am!" All the while thinking where the fuck did that "Yes ma'am" come from.
The first day was awkward. Beth and I were dancing around the fact that we had talked and at least Beth and I were wondering what the sleeping arrangements would be in this one bedroom cabin. As the day went on it became clear that Sarah was being openly physically affectionate with both of us.
That afternoon Sarah asked me in front of Beth "Did you share yourself with others while I was away?" I hesitated. She said: "You did, I know you did."
She was quiet for a while then stood and took my hand. She led me into the bedroom and asked Beth to follow.
She explained to us both that I had been very naughty and done a very bad thing. I thought I knew what was coming but I was wrong. She asked us what we should do about it. I was silent. Beth was silent.
Sarah looked at us both and said: "This is simple. If you want out just leave. If you stay you must never have sex outside of the three of us unless I tell you to. Understood? Agreed?"
We both said: "Yes Ma'am."
Sarah smiled, stood and said: "I would like you both naked now. You will remain naked as long as I say." We striped as she was speaking. When we finished she said: "Now look at each other. Do you like what you see?" We both nodded yes, and Beth said "yes ma'am!"
Sarah said: "It would please me right now to watch you make love."
Nothing happened, no one moved. Sarah sat in the bedroom chair as we stood naked in awkward silence. No one moved, no one spoke.
Sarah waited. After a short time she asked us to come and stand in front of her and face each other. As I looked at Beth and remembered our conversation from only a few nights ago I felt a closeness to her I did not expect an emotional closeness. I leaned in and kissed her gently.
She responded by putting one hand on my face sort of pulling me in and putting her other hand around my back again pulling me in.
I put my arms around her and pulled her close as well. I remember her tongue between my lips asking for more and her hair smelled like coconut. It was thrilling to feel her breasts pushing into mine. I was gone. I felt Beths hand searching between my legs as we drifted to the bed. Beth was a very giving lover. She made me want to give more to surrender to her and I did. I remember the look on her face as she reached her first orgasm. I remember the musk of her taste and the wonderful curve of her bottom as my face found its way between her legs. I remember the soft strength of her thighs as they surrounded me and the feel of her feet on my back as she opened to me.
Two weeks later Sarah left us to deal with a family illness. One evening Beth and I sat on the deck and for the first time talked honestly about our current situation. We admitted to each other that we had both fallen into some form of submissive, almost slave relationship with Sarah. We also admitted that we loved it. Right or wrong it suited our needs right now.
As the conversation turned back to us Beth told me that it was not until weeks after Sarah left her that she realized how much she needed her. Beth had in fact called and begged Sarah to take her back. That explained Sarahs sudden departure from my life.
I explained that for me it was always just a game, an experiment, I could walk away from until one night Sarah inadvertently cemented the relationship. I decided to confide in Beth a deep dark secret very much knowing she could use it against me or to please me.
I took the chance and told her it all happened in a very unexpected way when Sarah decided to violate my one "off limits" thing, pain, and spanked me. I confessed that the one off limits thing, fear of pain, was the very thing that sent me to emotional places I had never been.
I told her that when Sarah spanked my butt, after only a few hits I started to have silent wave like orgasms. I confessed to her that when Sarah saw what was happening she spread my legs and slapped my labia and clit repeatedly that, once I overcame the pain, sent me into an orgasm that nearly made me pass out. I told Beth that I was telling her this because the sex I had shared with her was wonderful and I wanted it all with both her and Sarah.
She put her hand on my thigh, smiled and said: "I understand, more than you can know."
The conversation that followed was very eye opening. Beth was younger than me but had experienced more. She confessed that she worried that her needs, taste, in sex and relationships was just "wrong". Now she didn't care. She confessed that she was married to a guy once who lost her in a poker game and made her fuck the guy who won. The guy was big and her husband didn't know it but she loved that big penis forcing her open, overpowering her and stroking inside her.
As the evening wore on she took my hand and pulled me onto the beach naked for a walk. We swam nude in the warm North Carolina water and kissed and hugged in the waves. When we returned to the cabin, we washed each other in the outdoor shower dried each other and went to bed.
I remember the electricity I felt enter my nipples and travel to my clit when she pressed her breasts against mine. I remember so vividly how hard and extended her nipples became when I sucked them.
Sex was suddenly for me what it should be, loving another.
The thing I remember most about Beth was her smell, from the coconut in her hair to the warm womanly musk of her vagina, her smell was delicious, intoxicating.
One evening a few days after a long conversation and after we had made love she told me, with a sly grin on her face that she had bought us a gift. I smiled and asked: "What did you find that has you so pleased." Beth jumped out of bed and returned with the gift. It was a small miniature canoe paddle. I smiled.
She laughed and said: "No, no, It's not at all what you think. It is NOT a spanking paddle. It's a famous American Indian signal paddle. You put it on my pillow or hand it to me and my hands will do the rest." She laughed and handed it to me.
I looked at it. it read Niagra Falls in neon letters. I held it for a moment then handed it back to her, smiled and said: "Let's try it out."
She said: "Yes Ma'am, assume the position." Without further explanation I got on my hands and knees on the bed and lowered my head and shoulders. Her first hit stung but was not hard. Her second hit was harder and caused the deep physical and emotional pain I craved. I moaned.
Beth did not spank me at all like Sarah who was controlled detached and measured. Beth was forceful, demanding and eager to cause the pain I loved. I had already had one orgasm when I reached out and touched between her legs. She was soaked and the moment my fingertips touched her clit she exploded. I heard her say: "My god Robin." Her orgasm was so intense she fell forward into me and we ended in a tangle on the bed.
If there is indeed a god he heard me scream that night.
Beth wanted and valued sex with men much more that I did. We were both Bi but her preference was in fact men, mine was women.
A week later Sarah returned. We heard the knock on the door and she entered. Sarah told us she was leaving. She explained that she had planned weeks ago to move back home permanently to deal with family issues. Sarah gave Beth a key to her cabin and told her she could use the cabin it if this "thing" with me didn't work out. We said very little the whole time just wishing she would leave. Early the following morning we heard her car as she left.
