Making Scarlett - A Naughty Tale - Olivia Morgan Gaines

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MAKING SCARLETT A Naughty Tale

Olivia Morgan-Gaines

Olivia Morgan Gaines Presents Making Scarlett - A Naughty Tale Mature Content - for 18+ readers only This is an erotic fiction novel and contains graphic descriptions of sex which some may find offensive. This eBook is meant for a mature adult audience aged 18 and older. All fictional characters involved in sexually explicit interactions in this book are over the age of consent. Copyright © 2016 Olivia Morgan-Gaines All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be reproduced or broadcast in any form without written consent from the publisher. This is a work of fiction and the characters within and the situations that are described are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or otherwise, organizations, events of locales is purely coincidental. If you enjoy this book, please leave a review at your favorite retailer. Visit me at www.oliviamorgangaines.com and join my mailing list to find out when my next book in this series is available to buy. If you have not read the first 3 episodes of my fabulous Erotic Mystery Series, you can find it free here FREE box set here >> Mitchell Zappa Mysteries - FREE Box Set All I ask in return is a fair review.

What this short story is about Making Scarlett A Naughty Tale Olivia Morgan Gaines Abby had no other choice! She had to hold the company’s annual Party at her home this year, due to a fire at the regular venue. This gave her the opening she had been waiting for. Her husband Peter makes changes to his own plans to help, and now she owes him, but that makes it more exciting. She might be keeping a secret or two from her husband, but this temporary one is well worth it. With the evening drawing to a close, and only one remaining guest, she was pleased that the evening events had gone her way. For now, Abby needs to play it cool and keep her intentions under wraps. It was way too early for his birthday present, and besides, she wasn’t even sure his gift was hers to give. Abby knew all there was to know about her husband, one particular fact played in her favor this evening, and that was his insatiable sexual appetite, which was limitless! He always said yes. Scarlett was here, alone with them at last. Now they could play Abby’s game. No need for limits now? Everything was in the hands of her husband and she was desperate for him to be in control.

Chapter 1 - The After Party “Thanks for inviting me, what a great evening,” Scarlett says to Abby “Sure, no problem, I like you.” “I’ve enjoyed being here. I’ll wash up the dishes if you dry them.” “You don’t have to, Scarlett.” “It’s still early, and I won’t be going to bed, well not to sleep anyway.” “Oh, you didn’t say you had a boyfriend?” “No, I don’t right now. In fact, I haven’t had a boyfriend for over two years.” “Oh, I thought you and Michael Burns were talking earlier about you breaking up with someone?” She realizes she might have said the wrong thing when Scarlett looks away blushing a little. “I’m sorry Scarlett. I can be a nosy bitch sometimes.” “You don’t have to apologize, this is your house, your rules, I’m only a guest. Anyway you should know me.” “I do.” “So, you realize I mostly date girls,” she comments, watching Abby closely. She seems to have gained confidence, so Abby joins in with the conversation, “Okay, so you date men and women?” “Yes, but I mainly like women. But I can’t go too long though without a good… you know?” “I do indeed, yes.” “How about you?” “How about me what?” “Girls? How often do you…?” “I…,” but she doesn’t get to finish her sentence, as she is interrupted. “Well, that’s the last of the guests gone. I had to let the dog loose on a few of them that wouldn’t leave!” a male voice booms coming from the hallway and then entering the kitchen. “Oh, hello Scarlett. I didn’t realize you were still here!” “Yes, is it okay? Scarlett asks sheepishly. “It’s fine, the more, the merrier for this part of the evening.” He busies himself putting away bottles. “I hope this evening wasn’t too painful for you! Some of the guests can be quite boring? Well, at least this event won’t be staged here again. A perfect last-minute substitute for the firms executives, a home run if I may say so myself. Raising her hand for a high five, he doesn’t leave her hanging. “The restaurant is open again in two weeks, did you know?” Scarlett adds. “They turned that around pretty quick, good of them to let me know.” “I thought they may have burnt it down for the insurance?” he comments.

“It’s so like you to revert back to the suspicious journalist, Peter.” “Is it why your guests watch what they say around me?” “You picked up on the panic in the room as soon as everyone realized you were going to hang around tonight.” “At least they were all civil, not like our other friends. We really do have to let the dog loose if we want to get to bed before sunrise.” Scarlett laughs a bit too loud at Peter’s joke. Abby’s heart races, pumping the blood faster around her body as she watches Scarlett gazing longly at her husband. Her mind is racing too as she wonders how he is going to handle things. Peter was unaware of what was going to happen tonight. She hoped his natural urges would kick in and take over. She really did like Scarlett. “Oh, I don’t consider Michael is boring. He was telling me about friends of his who are into spanking.” Scarlett comments without lifting her head, while washing the plates at the sink. “Pete likes spanking!” Abby blurts out. Her pulse quickens, she can’t believe those words have escaped her lips so easily. “Abby! Scarlett doesn’t need to hear that!” “You can spank me,” Scarlett laughs. Peter’s eyes light up. He moves away back to the other side of the kitchen to put away half empty bottles of liquor, and hide his mild embarrassment. As he reaches up to the top shelf with one of their expensive bottles, his wife moves in close behind and whispers, “She should stay here tonight.” He spins to face his wife, glancing briefly over her shoulder at Scarlett who is busy at the sink but manages a quick sideways smile. “Has she drunk too much to drive?” “Not yet.” “Not yet, what do you mean?” “She should stay with us.” “Could you be a little vaguer?” “Don’t play hard to get.” With a broad smile, he steps back, “Abby what’s going on?” “Help me clear up the dinner table, Pete,” she says grabbing his hand, leading him into the next room. As she piles up the side plates and bowls from dessert, she glances up. Peter is staring at her. “Well?” She strolls over to him, “Before we met, I used to enjoy going out with girls.” A quick gaze at his neck, shows her he is anticipating what she is going to say to him next, as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down slowly - he swallows. “And?”

“I like girls that way, and she certainly likes you. I saw the way she stared at you.” She places her hands on his hips. “But….” “We can share her, she likes spanking too.” She remarks, searching his face for a sign. He swallows again. “She lives two miles from here, and I like her.” “Two miles?” “Don’t get hung up on the details.” “Shit, you are still a mystery after 15 years together.” “Where is the mystery in this, you get to fuck two women tonight,” Slipping her hand down the front of his pants, he flinches wondering what she’s going to do. “I thought so.” “What?” “You like it, your shaft doesn’t lie!” She says with a knowing smile. She hadn’t mentioned the word shaft for a long time. “Now what?” “You go in there and make it happen.” “It’s your idea, you do it.” “Pete, I am giving you permission to go in there and pull her. Before we got together, you had a reputation for pulling all the hot women.” “Yeah, but it didn’t work on you, did it?” “It’s because I wanted you for keeps. I pushed my dad into buying the company where you worked. So, I guess, technically, I pulled you.” He gives her a sideways glance. “Are you fucking kidding me? Who are you and what did you do with my wife?” “Can I help with anything else?” Scarlett asks from the doorway. “Oh yes, Scarlett, you can. I told Pete I was going to go upstairs for a bit. Do you mind helping with the rest of the clearing up?” “It would be my pleasure.” Abby leans towards her husband’s ear and whispers, “Don’t let me down. I’ll be upstairs naked waiting for you both.” As she departs, she remarks, “Be gentle with him Scarlett.” And with that, Abby heads for the door.

Chapter 2 Alone now, there’s an awkward silence for the briefest of moments until Scarlett speaks. “You do know I work for you, don’t you?” “Do you, where?” “At your head office, I have been there for 2 years.” Scarlett continues stacking plates, and he’s checking her over, wondering whether it was a good idea after all. Twisting back to face him, she explains, “I get the early train, I see you there every day.” “Oh!” “You don’t see me?” “I see you now.” “Good.” She goes back to stacking plates, then heads for the kitchen, but stops briefly, “Is Abby okay?” “Yeah, I’m sure she’s is.” “I didn’t do anything to upset her, did I?” “No, not at all, you’ve piqued her curiosity.” “What type of curiosity?” “The college girl type.” “Mm, that’s my favorite type. How about you, what’s yours?” “Mine, what do you mean?” “Your type of woman, I guess.” “Err….” “Come on Pete, everyone around here knows you were a lady killer.” “They do! Oh shit, it was years ago, I thought people would have moved on from that by now.” “Yeah, maybe you’re right, it probably fades with time.” “So, what do you do at head office?” “I am the company’s therapist. I take care of all the employee’s personal and professional problems.” “Makes sense.” “It does to me.” Captivated by her, as she stands in the doorway, the intense lighting from the kitchen makes her skirt see through. Her legs are long and slim. She smiles. Abby had completely thrown him with this one, he had committed to her as being his only woman, and he meant it. Now, tonight she asked him to get another woman into their bed, for them to enjoy. He was stuck between an awkward question and a world of regret. Which type of regret, he wasn’t entirely sure? “I need to ask you something….” He hints.

“You have a free pass,” she replies, setting down the remaining plates on a side table. “A free pass?” “Yes, I mean you can ask me anything without me taking it as a professional observation.” “Okay, do you like Abby?” “This doesn’t use up your free pass. I like her, she ticks my boxes.” “No, I mean do you like her in a sexual way?” “Yes, and you still haven’t used your free pass.” “Okay, so if you like her, tell me what else you like.” “I like to be spanked by older men. I have been sitting at your dining table all evening, hoping it would be you, but then I looked at your wife and would have settled with her taking me to her bed.” They stand in silence staring at each other. “Abby likes girls. I’m certain things would have developed naturally if you hadn’t come in when you did.” “Huh!” “Yeah, it was my plan for you to catch the two of us making out and then you would punish the pair of us.” “You are right about Abby, she needs this, and she does enjoy being spanked, a little too much.” “Then put me over your knee and spank me. I’ll scream so loud Abby will come down and catch us.” “Catch us?” “You don’t have any neighbors for half a mile. In fact, I am your closest if you walk across your lower meadow. If I like what you do to me, then you can be my new master.” His eyes narrow, his mind is made up and fully focused, “slip it off.” With a questioning expression, and to be sure she understands his command, he nods. Glancing down, she fiddles with the buttons on her blouse. Once they are undone, she opens it, and slips it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. All that is left on top is her pale pink, lace, push-up bra. “Your skirt, remove it.” Reaching around, she pulls at the zip, her breasts push forward as she arches her back to undo the skirt fastening. It drops to the floor after she does a little wiggle, to get it over her slim hips, which is only for effect. “No panties?” “I took them off at the start of the evening.” “And your bra.”

Clasping the front edges, she slowly unhooks her bra, letting her perfect B-cup breasts free. Her fully-erect nipples seem impossibly high, pointing at an angle towards the ceiling. He’s captivated, and can’t tear his eyes away. “They are a little small, but I more than make up for it in other ways.” She comments. “They seem perfect to me,” he rests himself on the corner of the dining table, “Step closer.” Holding out his open palm at low level, she steps forward placing her neatly trimmed pussy over his fingers. Her excitement is written all over her face as her eyes roll. Holding his hand which is lightly caressing her, she draws herself closer, as he curls his fingers up inside her sticky honey pot. “Lick them so you can see what you do to me,” she pleads. She lifts his hand up to his mouth. Inhaling her scent, he parts his lips, and gazes into her eyes. “It’s the smell of my sex, it’s yours.” “You are incredibly naughty, I am a married man.” “I am naughty, and need to be punished,” she drops her gaze. He stands and gives an order, “Bend over the table.” She complies. Gently running his hand down the small of her back and across her soft bottom, he fondles her cheeks, and up to the top of her stretched out thighs. She rocks her feet apart offering him access to her now moist, throbbing pussy. Running his left hand up to the middle of her back, he holds her as his right hand hovers around the top of her thighs, caressing the shape of her butt cheeks. If he understood one thing, it was how to tease a woman. Tracing a line back down her inner thigh, the tip of his finger circles around her already parted lips, his light touch tickles as she jiggles about. Reaching a little further forward, he finds her clitoral hood between his fingers, and pinches it tight. “Ouch…!” He doesn’t apologize, but slides his middle finger between her lips and up into her opening. She purrs. His finger is soaking wet as he withdraws it, dragging it along her taint, then higher. Rising up on her tiptoes, she coaxes him towards her butt. His eyes are fixed on her opening as he uses his wet finger to tease her asshole. Lowering herself slowly, his finger trails up and down her taint, and as the tip of his finger pushes past her opening, she springs back up on her toes, then plunges her ass onto his finger, gasping with pleasure. “Not so fast,” he yells, letting her know he is in charge. Ignoring him, she bounces up and down against his finger. “Stop!”

“But I like it in my butt!” Removing his finger, he gives her cheeks a few light slaps to get the blood flowing. She moans. “I can be a extremely naughty if left to my own devices.” “Be quiet.” He raises his hand in the air, bringing it down hard enough to test her pain level. She yelps, but writhes around as his right-hand slaps down again, harder this time, spanking her soft flesh, sending an almost guttural sound from her gapping mouth. “Harder, please,” she pleads glancing at him over her shoulder. Raising his hand as far as he can, while holding her down with his other hand, he draws in a breath, almost hesitating his decision. Then dropping his hand lower by a few inches, he yanks it down hard, connecting with her butt, sending a loud slapping noise echoing off the walls. “YEEESSS, she shrieks. His wife must have heard both the slap and Scarlett’s yelling, which had been their plan all along. “More,” she begs. Lifting his hand once more, to the same position as before, although she didn’t say she wanted it harder this time, he brings his hand down and across both cheeks, connecting with her openings. Despite having his left hand firmly on her back, she manages to buck, pulling her chin into her chest and then back down again, “FUCK, yeah….” “Tell me to stop if you have had enough.” “MORE,” she screams. He is sure Abby must have heard Scarlett’s shrieking by now? This time, with a little more force, he steps to left, bringing his hand down on her right cheek, with a louder slap. “AHH…I love it….” He gently rubs her redden cheeks for more than a minute while she purrs away. As he is starting to raise his arm once more, Abby grabs his wrist from behind. Spinning to face her, she grabs the back of this neck with her left hand, her fingers splayed, then plants her open mouth on his. She kisses him as if for the first time, with more passion than he has had from her for a long time. He realizes something new about her has been released tonight. Gasping for air, she bites his lower lip. “My father was right about you, you are dangerous. My mother too, it’s why I wanted you.” Despite their ravaged kissing, Scarlett continues to moan while Peter’s hand is pressing down on her back. “Be quiet, Scarlett,” Abby barks, still gazing into her husband’s eyes, “Let me have a go.”

Dropping his arm, he steps aside. Abby moves to stand behind Scarlett, placing her palms on her butt. The sleeves of her black silk dressing gown flow to the sides of Scarlett’s cheeks. Kneeling, she kisses both her perfectly formed globes with slow and deliberate opened-mouth passion. Biting, gently she loses herself in the moment. Resting one side of her face on Scarlett’s pert, pink orbs she gazes lovingly at her husband, before slowly licking her tongue across both cheeks. “Ooh, she’s nice and sweaty.” Standing again to Scarlett’s left side, in one motion she raises her arm, bringing it down hard on her right buttock. “Yess…harder!” With a broad, wicked grin, she pivots toward her husband, wow, she mouths. Raising her hand again, and with all her strength, she whips it back down, connecting and making her own hand sting, which she shakes off in the air, “Ouch!” “HARDER…please!” Glancing at her husband again, Abby shakes her head - she can’t spank Scarlett any harder. “She needs it harder…and you need to bend over too.” “No.” “Yes, and remove your robe.” “Pete…?” “Do it or go back upstairs.” Staring at him for what seems like ages, she examines the knot on the tie of her dressing gown for a second. “If you can’t cut it, go back upstairs,” he demands. She shakes her head. “Remove your robe and bend over on the table to be spanked.” Not moving, her face tells him she is struggling with her decision to obey him. She is a strong woman in front of others, but will always give him control when they are alone. This time is different, someone else is in the room with them. “I am going to fuck Scarlett soon, so if you want to join in you must remove your robe and receive a spanking first. You have one more chance, either obey me or go to bed alone… What’s it to be?” She mouths fuck, I want you to him, and nods. The genie is out of the bottle. Slipping the tie from her robe with one quick yank of a thumb and forefinger, she shrugs the gown to the floor where it lands in a heap with a thud. “Oops,” she remarks, smiling as she bites her bottom lip. Examining the robe, he notices a rubber dildo which has rolled to his feet. “Did you have this tucked in your robe tie, like a sword?” He asks, doing his best not to laugh. This is one of the things he loved about his wife, she liked to play a part.

With her hands behind her back, she slinks past him and whispers, “I’m so wet right now!” “Pick it up and hand it to me, now.” She pirouettes in front of him, and slowly bends at the waist, sticking her ass in the air. In the low light of the dining room, the orbs of her perfectly soft bottom reflect the light off her milky white skin. “What are you doing? Scarlett is waiting!” “I will be with you in a second, Master.” Master? Well, at least it was a step in the right direction, he thinks. She must have been gagging for this all evening. All he had needed to do was rub the lamp and make his wish. Abby adjusts her position, and Scarlett gasps loudly. “Oh yes,” she squeals. “I knew it belonged somewhere,” Abby confesses. “I needed to get it moist.” With his wife’s ass still high in the air, it’s crying out for a good spanking. Resting his hands on her cheeks, he caresses them softly to get her warmed up. He runs this thumbs down the inside of her cheeks, squats down behind her and darts his tongue into her crevasse. She whimpers. “Quiet.” “I need you to go there.” “Quiet, I said.” Standing up, he lifts his hand again, bringing it down hard, smacking her ass cheek to teach her a lesson. “MORE,” she yells. “Over the table, naughty girl.” She straightens, enough to throw herself across the table up close to Scarlett, and runs a hand through her hair, then back to her butt where she fondles her cheeks for a few seconds. “Do you remember what happened the last time you spanked me?” “Yes, I do. Maybe this time we’ll find your pain threshold.” Scarlett glanced across at her. Biting her bottom lip, Abby grabs her hair pulling her face close, then kisses her as he watches on. “Behave you two, don’t make me get the ginger out of the deep freeze.” Scarlett giggles as Abby’s face flushes a deep red, as if he’s told the full story of their wicked adventures. He runs a finger inside his wife’s pussy, and back up through her ass cheeks. She was definitely wet. Moving his hand over to Scarlett’s rear, he bats his wife’s hand away which plays with the dildo buried inside her new girlfriend. Rotating it, he slowly pulls it in and out

a few times. Scarlett loves it, and pushes herself back onto it, purring like a big game cat. “Put it in her ass, Peter.” “Be quiet, or it will go in your ass.” “Yes please.” “No, me first.” Raising his hand again, he slaps his wife’s cheek, removes the dildo from Scarlett’s pussy, and puts it in his wife’s hole, then spanks Scarlett. He returns the dildo to Scarlett, then continues, with the sounds of slapping, cries, and moans in the air, making him smile. It gets a little out of hand when his finger gets too wet, and the dildo slips from his hand, making a loud thud as it hits the floor. Both women burst out laughing. “Stop laughing,” he shouts, giving them two spanks each for misbehaving. “Fuck me please, Master,” his wife pleads. “Me too,” Scarlett requests in a low sexy voice. “Scarlett too, please.” His wife adds. Undoing a few of his shirt buttons, he pulls it over his head, unfastens and drops his pants around his ankles, he then strips off his boxers and drops them too. Kicking his shoes off across the room, then his clothes, his socks are the last thing to fly off. He touches each woman in turn, back and forth. “I’m not sure either of you are ready to have me yet. His wife’s bottom is high and her cheeks are splayed. He can smell her scent. Her pussy is dripping. He raises a hand and smacks her hard across both cheeks and openings, sending a spray of sweat and her juice in the air like the sound of sloshing puddle. She bounces up off the table a few inches from the slap, and then back down. The heat emanating from her sex warms the palm of his hand. “More?” he asks. “Yes, more, more, more and then some more, please. I need more.” “Scarlett?” “I need you to fuck me into unconsciousness, but I need a good spanking first.” He lifts and angles Scarlett’s butt, level with his wife’s, and without hesitation gives her the same treatment. He briefly slips his cock inside his wife’s pussy, holds it there, then waits while his own urges ease. His delay is the only thing keeping him from getting too excited right now. Abby wiggles, raising her body upright with him still in her. Wrapping her arms backward, as her head comes level with the side of his, she tells him, “I’d like to watch you fuck her while you spank me.” He stops for a second to consider the setup. Abby flops back down across the table, “Swap with me Scarlett, please.”

She pushes her husband back, then positions Scarlett in front of him, “Put your cock inside her so I can see.” He stares at her. “Yeah, that’s good, like that. Watch me while you do it.” He lightly slaps Scarlett’s butt a couple of times, and as she wiggles he slips inside her for the first time, like a foot into a shoe, then slowly thrusts away as he watches his wife’s face, and the expressions he has never seen before. “Yeah, look at me, I fucking love this. I saw you fuck Jodie Peterson once through her parent’s dining room window. You did her bent over the table too.” He slows and stops pumping Scarlett, “Are you okay this evening?” Bending forward over the table, again to the right side of Scarlett, she pleads, “Spank me again, and we will find out. But start fucking her like you mean it, I’m sure she enjoys it rough.” “Please, Scarlett mumbles. “Now, punish me.” He falls into a rhythm with Scarlett, who is more than moist, and young with plenty of vitality, like Abby was ten years ago, at her age. She is so wet her juices are trickling down his thighs. He’s considering demanding his wife to lick it up, but she is enjoying her butt being groped ahead of a good spanking. He lets loose with a high-handed swing and slaps her across her right cheek like a thunder clap. She screams and howls for more. He fondles her ass, then whack, delivers another high-handed slap. “Moooorrrrrrrreeee,” she pleads. Again, another wallop across both orbs. “More and more….” He grants her wish, landing a few more slaps, as he slows up on pumping Scarlett, who is pushing herself back onto him, he is close to exploding. Running his right hand between Abby’s legs he slips his thumb into her pussy, then back up to her butt hole where he flicks it past her opening. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkk, yes…don’t stop Pete…master, please.” She screams, pushing herself backward onto his thumb, while her forehead bangs on the table top. “Don’t stop I’m commmming. Yessss,” she wails. Flicking her head around to look at him, is enough for him to lose control, pulling himself out of Scarlett, he explodes, showering them both with his come. “Oh my God, what the fuck?” Scarlett shrieks with joy. “He’s a heavy comer.” Abby tells her. “Fuck yeah, you got that right,” Scarlett blurts out sliding from the table onto her knees in front of him, forcing his cock into her mouth to drink the last of his come. Abby joins in, rubbing his come into the skin on Scarlett’s back, before she gets to work, licking her, heading towards her bottom, which Scarlett raises high in

anticipation. “Hey, before we get carried away again, we need to get him upstairs Scarlett. I have some surprises for you both.” “I need him to come on my face.” “He’ll come on both of us.” Pulling his arms, they drag him away from the dining table, running up the stairs ahead of him giggling like a couple of schoolgirls.

Chapter 3 “You can have your present early,” she tells him. “Now Scarlett is here, we can play with her until your birthday.” Picking up a studded collar from the small table in the bedroom, she places it around Scarlett’s neck, then hands him a length of soft rope, “Tie her hands up to the beam above her head.” Abby tells him, then disappears into the closet. He’s checking out the beam above their heads, then glances back down to Scarlett who is staring at him, with her eyes wide and bright. “I’m yours to do with as you please,” she offers her wrists to him. He secures her hands together, leaving plenty of cord at the end to tie up his wife too. Throwing the other end of the rope over the beam, he catches it as it drops, in a well-practiced maneuver. Scarlett can see the smoothness at the top of the beam from a lot of use. Her eyes are firmly fixed back on him, and her hands are still out in front of her. He finds her stare a little odd. Abby would always be looking up when she should be looking down. “How many times have you slept with my wife?” He questions. She doesn’t need to answer because something in her expression gives it away. She’s seductively biting her lip, which is something she has done most of the evening - it makes her look the part - fuckable. “Well?” “You’ll have to beat it out of me.” “I like the sound of that,” Abby says from behind them. They spin around. “Fuck me,” is all he can say as he watches her saunter seductively towards them. “Fuck me too,” Scarlett joins in with a laugh. Abby slowly pirouette’s, showing them her sexy figure, but is hiding something from him. “Show me what you’ve got,” he demands. She shuffles up close to him in her short leather spanking skirt, which is so skimpy it hardly covers anything. Her breasts are being pushed up by her bra which reveals more than it covers. She looks fantastic. “I’m ready,” she whispers as she hands him a flogger. Checking it out in his hand for a few seconds, he throws it onto the bed a few feet away. With a hand on her lower back, he guides Abby in front of Scarlett. They both gaze at each other. He leaves them for a minute as Abby fondles Scarlett. “Eyes down,” he commands. “Yes, Master,” they reply. He notes there are no giggles this time. “Stand apart and offer me your hands both of you.” They comply.

He ties their hands, joining them together with the left-over cord. Pulling at the other end of the rope, he raises their hands and arms above their heads, they move so they are standing close, facing each other. They gyrate their hips, as Scarlett kisses Abby’s neck, and his wife curls her foot around the back of Scarlett’s leg. Still holding onto the end of the rope, he strides around them give each an ass slapping. He tugs down a little harder on the rope, and Abby has to return her foot to the floor to balance herself. Their hips connect, they are so close now the tips of their erect nipples brush together. Scarlett kisses and bites Abby’s neck. She tilts her head to offer soft skin. Their lips find each other again, and Abby relives her misspent college years. Hauling the rope again, the women are at full stretch. Thankfully they are equal height and have the same proportions. Their feet are still flat on the floor, but their arms won’t stretch any further. Moving toward the bed, with the rope in tow, the girls have to stand on the balls of their feet to balance - Peter grabs the flogger. Coiling the rope around his forearm, he moves closer, drops down on one knee, pushing his head between them. As he is breathing in their scent, they stretch up on their tiptoes. Invading the space between Scarlett’s legs with the handle of his new tool, she moans and does her best to part her legs. Smelling the wet leather, as he pulls it back, he stands, easing the strain of the rope a little. Wiping the wet handle across his wife’s face, she yanks her head back, then forward with her mouth open and bites down on the leather. “Eyes down or I’ll blindfold you.” he yells, but seeing her eyes light up adds “Oh, you would like that would you?” Holding his gaze, she nods, “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, master.” Stepping over to one of the arcade posts which holds up the massive wooden beams in their open-plan bedroom, he releases a little more tension from the rope, then ties it off on one of the braces. Tucking the flogger under his arm, he moves to his tie drawer to grab a couple of his wide, out of fashion ties. He notices Scarlett’s mouth is close to Abby’s ear. “What is going on, what are you talking about? I didn’t say you could talk did I.” He shouts looking over his shoulder at them. They quickly divert their eyes to the floor, “Scarlett says she should have peed, Master.” Spinning away from them, he resumes the search for his tie, with a grin.

“You should flog her until she pees on the floor, master.” How the hell did he know she was going to say that, he wonders? She has more sordid tastes than he could have imagined, and they were all coming out tonight, full throttle. The cork had well and truly, been popped out of the bottle. Finding what he’d been searching for, he moves back his and blindfolds them. With the flogger laying loose in his left hand, he spanks them repeatedly with his right hand until Scarlett screams out loud, making him think to stop. “Do you want me to continue?” “Yes,” Abby pleads. “Quiet Abby.” “Scarlett?” “I need to pee.” “Let her have it.” The smell of his wife’s elevated arousal, caught his breath momentarily, but their aroma had become apparent from the moment he interrupted them when he entered the kitchen earlier. Now his wife’s fragrance had gone into overdrive and the overexcitement was causing her to melt. He grabbed his new tool in his right hand and let Abby have six well aimed blows. She all but collapsed, in a full-blown climax, her head slumped forward. Scarlett’s efforts to support her in panic were useless, her arms were still tied. She could only dislodge her blindfold as their heads met. Abby examines his face with darkened eyes and a wicked grin, “Don’t stop, master.” Scarlett can’t contain it any longer, and starts to pee on Abby’s legs and down her own thighs. Abby throws her head back, screaming as another orgasm explodes. He notices Scarlett’s cheeks are wet, was she crying? Humiliated perhaps? His heart is beating out of his chest, he’s close to coming himself. Lifting the blindfold from her eyes, he can see her excitement as well as the tear stains. “Do me next please, master,” she begs with determination. Ignoring his wife’s superficial distress, he starts on Scarlett with the flogger. Slowly at first, then building up gradually, raising the level of intensity, testing her limit. He wasn’t familiar with hers yet. His wife’s pain level went off the freaking scale, and she was reaffirming it tonight. Scarlett rolls her head around, shouting, screaming and barking. Who the hell is this woman? Her head flops forward, in exhaustion but she doesn’t want it to end. “Don’t stop,” she says weakly.

“What did you say?” “Don’t stop Master,” louder this time. “Placing the butt end of the flogger under her chin he lifts her head, “How many times have you been with my wife?” Seconds pass into a minute. “Answer the question, You must obey me.” “I’m not sure I understand the question.” “Then there is no more pleasure for you tonight.” “Please…more…I need it. Give me more. Please.” “I need to hear how far you have been with Abby?” “I like it when your wife fucks me.” “Now that answers the question.” “She has no limit, the same as me,” Abby speaks for her. He drops the flogger to the floor and heads to the bathroom. “Pleeasssssssssssee,” Scarlett howls after him as he leaves.

Chapter 4 Once in the bathroom, he stretches his arms out to support himself when his legs go weak, his head drops forward, hanging down over the sink. Shit, shit, fucking shit. These two won’t stop tonight. If his wife is right, and Scarlett is anything close to what Abby is like, then he will have a problem bringing them both to an end. Glancing up at his own reflection, he expects to see a tired face, instead what he sees stops him in his tracks. “Fuck.” “Yeah, fucking get back in there and pleasure them now,” he says out loud to the man in the mirror. “Are you a man or not?” He checks his dick, it’s rock hard with no signs of waning. It’s pointing straight up at him like he has popped too many Viagra. Abby asks him to take one occasionally so she can hump him all night. They both have an extremely high sex drive, and this was the reason he stayed loyal to her. However, she needed a little bit extra all night humping, once every other month. Tonight, he was insanely horny. Checking back in the mirror, he nods to himself before returning to the bedroom to continue the evening’s decadence. His new sexual indulgence had crossed a line in his own mind. If he knew Abby as he thought he did, she was going to get what she wanted, the signs were clear. A new carnal partnership was to form, a trinity. Stepping ever so slowly into the bedroom he finds his captives kissing. Grabbing the flogger from the floor, he moves to release the rope from the post, their arms drop, and he unties them. “Now, behave otherwise I will have to tie you up again,” he orders, whipping them on their upper thighs. “Get on the bed, now.” Crossing to the bed, Abby retrieves a small, soft leather bag from her nightstand, then throws it, and herself onto their huge bed. Spilling the contents, she spreads out lotions, clamps and ties, then finds the handcuffs and joins herself to Scarlett. Without looking at her husband, says “We’re keeping her.” “Yeah sure,” he replies, humoring her. “I mean it. Don’t I Scarlett?” “Yes, I want to stay.” “But you’ll have to go home at some point. Right?” The thought of Scarlett staying with them made his pulse quicken. “No, my place is here,” Scarlett informs him.

Looking at his wife, who is still staring down at the bed, he says “Abby?” “I’m giving her to you as an early birthday present, Master.” “My birthday is not until the new year.” “Your birthday is in less than a month, you will be forty, and Scarlett is my present to you. She is yours to keep and do as you wish, forever and will stay here from now on. We both agree.” “You planned this whole thing tonight didn’t you?” “Yes, Master. You now have two women to serve you.” “Fuck me!” “We intend to, Master,” Scarlett adds, “You are still aroused I see, let us pleasure you….” =============== If you want more, and who would say no to more? Exciting, breathtaking, hot lusty stories to make your panties wet, then you got it. To keep getting it, sign up on the next page and get me in your Inbox! Don’t forget those other freebies which are available on Amazon. Yes, they are totally Free, and just for you, my favorite reader!



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