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The Seed Part 2 (Living for the Weekend)

“You let a guy whup you and then fuck you?”              
“Oh yes, and we didn’t fuck.”              
My main guy was incredulous. He can’t fathom anything like that. Hell, I tried to get him to spank me once and he did, playfully, although he knew I wanted more. He told me that he wanted to be careful with me, given my past. I told him there’s so much more we can do, but he is unwilling.              
He knows I play with others. He travels a lot and isn’t around much. He knows I have needs. It was his idea that I check out the swingers website. I honestly don’t think he thought I would follow through. When I asked if we could still do this, he replied, “absolutely, baby. Spread your wings. It’s been beautiful to watch you blossom. I want you to be happy.”              
She called me and asked me what I was doing. It was a Thursday night and I was just watching Netflix. A movie about a woman who was remembering a past lover and the sex they had. It was pretty hot. “I’m not doing much, what’s up?” “Well then, sexy. I’m coming to pick you up. Pack a bag. It’s going to be a few days. You down with that?” “Absofuckingutely,” I replied as I caressed my breast. Oh my God, this is really going to happen.              
It was a two hour drive to his house. She had already driven two hours, and told me how tired she was as she picked up her Red Bull and gulped it down. She lived out of state and my house was on the way to his. This seems to be such a convoluted relationship. They are a couple in the lifestyle and live four hours apart. But when I asked him how it works, he seemed happy. I wonder if this is why it works for them.              
She held my hand on and off as she drove. It was new to me, a woman who wanted a relationship, not just sex, and I found myself being a bit shy. She had shoulder length blonde hair and the same eyes as me. An endless sea of blue. I would watch her as she drove and talked and I found that I really liked her smile. It was warm and comforting. I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of her looked like under her clothes and I could feel the heat that began to generate between my legs. She’s got to know what affect she has on me. Her hand began to squeeze mine ever so slightly and she took her eyes off the road and looked into mine. My pussy began to seep in response and her eyes twinkled. We couldn’t get to his house fast enough.              
When we arrived the house was dark. “Is he home?” “Yes, he’s waiting for us,” she replied confidently. I was a bit wary as I walked into a dark house full of clutter. There were no lights on, save a light from the hallway that led upstairs. I bumped into piles of various items each time wondering why the fuck his home was such a mess. She nodded toward the staircase and said, “take your bags up there. He’s waiting upstairs.” My stomach jumped a bit and there was a sudden ache between my thighs. What the hell is going on? I walked toward the staircase and into what I assumed was an air conditioner on the floor. I’m gonna have to talk to this guy.              
At the top of the stairs was the master bedroom. What caught my eye were the hooks on the doorframe. Looking back, I wish I would have been more aware. Maybe I would have seemed sexier and not so naive. “I think I’m going to bruise. What the hell is that ac doing so close to the staircase?” “So I can hear the mother fuckers when they enter my house.” I stood there confused for a few minutes as he stared me down. I couldn’t figure out why he was so defiant. Then it dawned on me. I think being in prison made him paranoid. Who is this guy?              
New to this, I began to undress as he raised an eyebrow and a slow smile spread across his face. I stood in my matching bra and panties as he admired me. I became intoxicated on my own arousal. I did a pirouette and he chuckled. For some reason, I wanted to please him and my nervousness made me silly, but I never felt so free. All of a sudden the strangeness felt right.            
She walked in the room naked with her hair up. She had been in the bathroom preparing herself as I interacted with him. She’s so beautiful. My gaze traveled directly to her shaved mound and I was thankful I groomed myself earlier this evening. Now we look like twins I thought to myself and I was giddy with interest.              
“You need a bigger bed now, Sir,” she said to him and he turned his back without answering her. The quick exchange was unsettling for some reason. He seemed angry with her and we just got there. This perfect relationship they had was so confusing to me. To change the mood, I took off the lingerie and jumped up on the bed. It was on a platform and I felt like I was on display. This was new and I was loving it. I laid in the bed, stretched my body and languished in their appreciation. I never felt so beautiful. I think this is going to work out just fine.              
Within minutes I was surrounded by hands. I was sandwiched between them and the caressing was heavenly. I wasn’t used to all of the attention and their hands on my skin made me feel so desirable. She was against the wall to my right and I felt her lift my long hair. The goosebumps on my arms appeared immediately and as if on cue, his roaming hands traveled to my pussy.              
My senses were reeling. Now this is exactly what I’ve been missing. I was being worshiped and it felt so decadent and wanton. I had my eyes closed reveling in the sense of touch when I felt a tongue lick my pussy. I knew it was her. I felt her manicured hands graze my thighs a few seconds later and I looked down to see her beautiful blonde hair between my legs. It’s so true that another woman just knows.              
He began kissing my neck and the passion was outrageous. I was being ravished for the first time in my life and it was better than I dreamed it could be. As he was kissing the left side of my neck his left hand traveled to my nipples. Back and forth he went between the two, pinching so very hard while he lightly kissed my neck and ear and she devoured my sacred garden. I began to cum, the pleasure was too intense, and my essence flowed onto her face. She held my thighs as she continued to lap and I raised my hips off the bed. My God, she isn’t letting go. Don’t let go, please. Hold me down and feast until I’m spent, until my legs give out if I try to stand, until I pass out from the pleasure. And she did.              
I woke up, what I assume was not too long after our session, and he was setting up a massage table and a red tarp. I just figured he didn’t want it to get stained if someone was gonna have sex on there. I was only half-right.              
I watched her climb up onto the table just like I did in the motel with him last weekend and wait. Then he reached in that overly large, black ominous bag and pulled out a flogger. That can’t be what he used on me. This thing was no joke. It was substantial in size with many leather straps. He looked at me and said, “don’t worry. This helps her as much as it helps me,” and I thought of when my father would spank me as a child and say “this hurts me more than it hurts you.” I know it’s kind of the opposite in intention, but I knew he was going to whip her and his statement let me know it wasn’t going to be the sensual playing we did last week. The first crack whipped through the air almost like a whistle and when it landed on her ass, I swear to all that is holy, I could feel the sting.              
I was sitting on a chair in the corner and I inched to the edge, intent on getting a better visual. The red welt appeared immediately and she was sighing. There’s no fucking way that would be be me up there. That is definitely not something I’m into, but I’m intrigued by the exchange. He began to whip her harder and faster and then, quite to my surprise I saw why the red tarp was needed.              
She soaked that thing. I wish I could squirt all the time, but from this? How? Why? But as my curiosity grew, so did a sudden aching need. I needed something, anything, to relieve me of my want. This was turning me on so much that I couldn’t sit still. At one point he must have heard me moan, because he looked in my direction with a knowing smile as he continued to whip her.              
After what felt like forever, he suddenly stopped and she stayed there primed for more, her ass now purple and there were tiny dots of broken capillaries all over the place. When she realized it was over she slumped to the tarp, spent. I don’t know what made me do it, but I got up, tenderly brushed her hair off her face and kissed her cheek. She turned her head and smiled. Her face beet red and swollen from crying, such a contrast from her satisfied smile. All of this is so strange and wonderful, exciting and dangerous and I couldn’t get enough. Then I looked up and couldn’t believe my eyes. There were the two latches on each side of the door. Just as it dawned on me why they were there I heard, “stand up and face the door,” and my knees nearly buckled. I shakily walked a few steps to the door and obediently raised my arms as she got the cuffs and latched me to the doorframe.              
My heart was beating wildly and I was dripping my honied arousal down my inner thighs. My turn. It’s my turn. Oh my God.              
I felt the sting of the flogger on the back of my thigh near my pussy and I thanked God that  I was tethered to something. I think I’m going to pass out again. It hurts but feels so fucking good. I could feel the stickiness between my legs and then his hand around my throat. Not too hard, but definitely enough so that I knew he meant business.              
“Put your leg up here.” I put my right leg on a stool and waited. It’s so awkward and embarrassing to be standing like this. I feel so exposed. Then she got below me and got on her knees. Just the thought of what’s coming next was enough to throw me over the edge. When I felt the warm pressure of her tongue on my pussy, my hips began to rock back and forth. I was riding her face standing up and the excitement was killing me. It didn’t take long, and within minutes I was moaning and yelling her name and a few unintelligible words. I didn’t think she was ever going to stop. Over and over again I came. Who knew that my multiple orgasms would be far more with her and like this, than with my main guy who drives me fucking wild.              
I finally tapped out. I couldn’t take any more and I slumped down and begged to be released. Without hesitation, he unlatched the cuffs and I fell into his arms. He carried me to the bed and gently laid me down. I was drifting off to sleep and I remember looking at the clock. I have been here about four hours. I’m here for the whole weekend. What the hell is next?              
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Published | Edited 19th Mar 2023
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