Jay and Carly, Book 2, Chapter 17

This one has been awhile coming. For those of you that are interested in the craft of writing, learn my lesson. When you can't figure out how to advance the plot, just right something. Anything. Don't try to puzzle it out ahead of time. Just put something down on paper. You'll frequently find yourself writing your way out of trouble. That's not an excuse to never plan. Just saying that sometimes writing about a mundane date night will provide you two or three ways to naturally advance the plot. Oh... sorry... enjoy the story about the "mundane" date night ;)

When I awoke the next morning, Sasha was quietly walking around the room, clothed only in a pair of silk stockings and her ever present collar. She was cleaning and tidying up, tossing the discarded clothes from the floor and tossing them into the dirty clothes hamper in the corner. She picked up Kyrsten’s blouse and looked at it, the buttons had been ripped off last night in our exuberance. She folded the shirt up then kept moving, eventually finding the thin g-string I’d ripped off my redheaded fiancee. That went straight into the trash. She did all this in complete silence and with a look of utter contentment on her face. She must have felt my eyes on her because she looked over at me, instantly catching my gaze and giving me a very tiny smile.

I beckoned her over with my finger. After the night I’d just had with Kyrsten, the anger in my heart towards Sasha was at an all time nadir. It’s really hard to be mad at someone after you’ve had a night of passionate fucking and then a good night sleep. “Sasha,” I said, “I forgive you.” She looked at me and said nothing. Her eyes never left mine and I added, “You don’t need to be my slave anymore.”

She seemed to consider that but still did not reply. Instead, she went back to cleaning as if I’d said nothing. I watched as she left, enjoying the view of her small little ass as she walked out the door. I knew that I needed to talk to her but, frankly, there were a lot of other things I needed to do over the next few days as well.

I disentangled myself from Kyrsten who was sleeping unusually soundly. Normally she was the first one in the house awake but I guess even she is vulnerable to exhaustion after a night of rigorous fucking. The handprints on her ass and thighs told the story well. The bathroom was pristine as I walked in. Sasha must have already cleaned it before I woke up. As I stepped into the shower, I put my head under the hot water and thought about everything that was going on in my life. The last six months. The insanity and craziness of everything. It still felt unreal to me. Like some kind of insane, and slightly cheesy, romance novel that I might someday wake up from. I heard the door slide open and there was a pair of hands on my shoulders.

“Taking a shower without me, Master?” purred Kyrsten’s voice in my ear.

A second pair of hands was on me before I could respond: "Or me, Master?" came Carly’s voice. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the two stunning beauties. Kyrsten’s wavy red hair was already matted down across her, covering her large tits in a way that any photographer would have marveled at. Carly looked radiant. She had that glow that pregnant women have. She was starting to show now but still looked absolutely stunning. I grabbed her and kissed her, enjoying the surprised yelp and then happy murmur that flowed from her mouth directly into mine. I broke the kiss and grabbed Kyrsten, giving her a kiss that, I hoped, showed her every bit as much love as I’d shown Carly. My wife watched as I made out with the buxom redhead and when I broke that kiss, she turned and took her own.

If I’d felt like I was living in a dream before, that feeling was magnified tenfold watching Carly and Kyrsten kiss each other in the shower right in front of me. I suddenly had the image of myself, trying to explain to some teenage version of me that someday these two would be my lovers… no… my submissive lovers and would also be in love with each other and that they’d both be okay with me having other lovers and… and… and… it just all felt like too much.

“I love you guys,” I said, giving each of them a gentle kiss.

“We love you, too, Master,” Carly said and Kyrsten nodded emphatically.

“Would it be weird if I wanted to take you guys out tonight?”

“Wanting to show off your hot harem, Master?” Kyrsten said, teasing me… as if she wasn’t already teasing me enough with her gorgeous, naked, wet body.

“No… not like that. Like… Just the three of you. You two and Louise. Like… I don’t know. I’d say a date but that doesn’t quite feel right.”

Carly smiled and looked at Kyrsten then they both broke into insane giggles, “OH MY GOSH, Carly. Jay wants to take us on a date!” she said, clapping her hands together and hopping while sounding every bit like an excited cheerleader who just got asked out by the star quarterback.

“Like, I dunno Kyrsten,” Carly said, adopting her own valley girl accent. “Do you think he might want to… like… go all the way?”

Kyrsten gasped as if she was scandalized by the merest mention and said, “Carly… I’m not some cheap hussy who will give up her flower just because a guy buys me dinner.”

“Oh fuck off you two,” I said and grabbed them in my arms. “You know what I mean. Something normal and romantic.”

“Got it… you want a normal romantic evening with your wife, your fiancee and your girlfriend,” Carly said, a broad smirk showing widely across her face.

“Uh… Something like that… yeah… quasi-normal?”

“Paranormal?” Kyrsten asked, sticking her tongue out at me.

“Shut up. I want to take the women I love out for a date, okay?” I said, putting my proverbial foot down.

“Sounds great, Master,” Carly said and Kyrsten nodded her agreement.

We got out of the shower and I called Louise, letting her know I’d be picking her up later and to wear something nice. Then I was unceremoniously shooed out of the room while Carly and Kyrsten decided to get ready for our date. “Don’t come back up here for awhile. Go stick your dick in Victoria or Sasha if you get bored.”

“It’s not even noon,” I said from the hallway above the stairs.

“We need at least an hour to get ready,” Kyrsten said.

“Maybe two if we do our hair,” Carly added.

“True… oh… and I should paint my nails.”

“Right… that’s true,” Carly said, my presence momentarily forgotten as they closed the door and continued their chatter.

I turned and walked downstairs, heading to the office to try to get a little writing done. My book had been seeing fits and starts but maybe now was the time to knock out a chapter or two while I had nothing hanging over me. After calling Louise, who was enthusiastically in support of the idea of a date night, I sat down and started hammering away, only dimly aware when Victoria came in and set a drink down beside me. It was probably the most productive couple hours of writing I’d had in some time.

“That’s really good,” came a voice behind me. I jumped about a mile in the air, not realizing Victoria was in the room.

“Fuck… how long have you been there?” I asked.

“Sorry, Master. I set the drink down and started watching you write. It’s fascinating watching the words spill onto the page live,” she said. She’d been proofreading the little bit that I’d been writing but this was a first for her. And for me. It felt weird to know she’d simply watched me type for an hour. “I hope that’s alright?”

“Yeah… just… maybe let me know next time. Damn near gave me a heart attack,” I said with a smile to let her know I was only kidding. “You like it?”

“I do… it’s an interesting direction to take things,” she said.

“I think so too… it wasn’t planned, it just sort of spilled out that way as I was writing.”

“I saw,” she said, sipping her own drink slowly as she looked at me.

Before either of us could say anything else, there was a call out from the living room, “We’re ready!”

I hopped out of my chair and headed to the door, Victoria in tow behind me. As I walked out, what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. I don’t know what I’d expected. Given my particular kinks and likes, I half expected both girls to just go completely turbo slut (which I’d have been completely fine with). But they’d done even better. They’d both found outfits that took my request to heart. A normal(ish) date night while still absolutely pressing my buttons.

Kyrsten was standing there wearing a dark purple dress that flared at the waist and stopped halfway down her thigh. The neckline was plunging but only about halfway down her chest. It showed off a lot of cleavage. I mean, you wouldn’t wear it to church. But it wouldn’t look out of place at any nice restaurant. She had a pair of white stockings on, the tops hidden by the skirt but probably just barely. Her 4 inch white heels brought her height up to match Carly and the white lace choker around her neck contrasted perfectly with her partner in crime.

Carly had on a black leather mini-skirt and a loose white cowl neck silk blouse that showed off her pregnancy enhanced boobs while masking her pregnancy enhanced belly. She had a black velvet choker and two golden bracelets that somehow looked almost like cuffs. Her hair was done up in an ornate braid and held together with a pair of chopsticks. An interesting nod to her heritage. Or maybe just an act of convenience. I didn’t care. She looked sophisticated, gorgeous and sexy. They both did.

“You guys look amazing,” I said.

“We know,” Kyrsten replied, giving me a smoldering look. I was starting to question the wisdom of leaving the house and whether or not it wouldn’t be more fun just to stay at home.

“Are you guys going somewhere?”

“Master is taking Kyrsten, Louise and I out for a date,” Carly said.

“Oh,” Victoria said, disappointment briefly flitting across her face, “Have fun,” she said. The two girls hadn’t noticed, but I had. I made a mental note to talk to her later. My feelings for Victoria were… well… complicated, but I knew I didn’t want her to feel hurt or left out.

I dashed upstairs and got ready, a process that takes me not even close to two hours, before jogging down the steps and ushering the girls out the door. As I left, I whispered into Victoria’s ear, “I haven’t forgotten about you. If you’re a good girl and edge until we get back, I’ll be sure to reward you when I return.”

Victoria looked at me with wide eyes before smiling and nodding. “I’ll be a very good girl, Sir,” she said and I had no doubt that she would do exactly as instructed. The drive into Miami was, perhaps surprisingly given the general tenor of my life, surprisingly uneventful. We had a long conversation ranging from politics to economics to sports to technology. There was ample flirting and Carly’s hand was constantly stroking my hand and leg as I drove. Kyrsten would lean up and say the most mundane things into my ear in the sexiest. A woman saying, “Video games are a waste of time,” isn’t something I would normally think was a turn on. Hearing Kyrsten whisper it quietly into my ear sent chills down my spine. The implicit promise of other things I could be doing was immediately enthralling.

We rolled onto campus, a strange sexual tension over all three of us. Experiencing that buzz of a date environment was something I’d almost forgotten about. I pulled into the student lot, Louise having supplied me with a not quite legal decal for parking and had an idea. I put my hand on Carly’s, “Why don’t you and Kyrsten wait here and… keep each other company.”

She got a hungry look in her eyes and licked her lips, “Yes, Master,” came the demure reply. God I loved hearing her say that. I let the red door of the Tesla close behind me as I strolled across the hot, black pavement. The late afternoon sun was shining brightly and I couldn’t help but allow my eyes to wander across all the exposed flesh from the young coeds. My own college experience hadn’t been reclusive but in comparison to what I’d already experienced at Miami, it seemed prectively hermitic. Louise had asked me to pick her up from her last class of the day. She’d had an appointment with one of her professors and then she was “all mine” according to her text. The unspoken, unsubtle promise of that simple statement was, as you can imagine, quite enticing.

I opened the door to the social sciences building, allowing two very cute girls in in front of me. They’re asses provided almost a sufficient distraction to take my mind off of the woman I was actually there to meet. I wandered through the halls, marveling not for the first time in my life that every college somehow managed to have at least one building that appeared to be built by Ludwig of Bavaria. At one point, I was convinced I was going to need to find a true secret passage but then I found a stairwell that went down half a flight of stairs, turned a corner and opened me up to what was prominently labeled floor 2.5. “The fuck?” I asked myself. I wandered down the hallway, walked another flight DOWN and found myself now on the third floor and thoroughly confused and lost. “Might have to scrap the date because I needed a search party,” I mumbled under my breath.

Fortunately, at that moment, I heard a gasp from down the hall followed by Louise’s voice, “Oh my god.. I’m so sorry professor!”

I quickened my steps as I dimly heard another woman utter, “No… no… I’m sorry, Miss Sidney. It’s my fault… please don’t tell anyone.”

“Professor, I wouldn’t… it’s fine. I’m not offended or anything,” Louise’s confused voice responded.

“Please, Miss Sidney… Louise… I would get in so much trouble. I’ll do whatever you want,” she said.

Louise stammered and finally said, “Look… just forget it. That’s fine, professor.”

“But between this and what you walked in on the other day… I would be in soooo much trouble Louise,” came the voice. Louise, for all her sass and bluster, wasn’t used to confronting genuinely awkward situations.

I stepped around the corner and tapped on the door, “I’m sorry to interrupt. Louise, you ready to go?”

She looked up at me, grateful for providing an out for the awkward situation. The professor jumped in fright, fingers smoothing her khaki skirt before straightening her plain white blouse. She was an attractive blonde woman, younger than I would have thought. Her dusky blonde hair was long, ending in ringlets that gave her a certain well-coifed, classy kind of look. She stammered out a reply, “Uhh… yes… we’re done. Uhmmm, Miss Sidney, remember what I told you,” she said. Sidney wrapped an arm around me and nodded, saying nothing. It was unusual to see her speechless but I wanted to wait until we were out of earshot before asking about it.

I started heading down the hall I’d come through, determined to retrace my steps precisely to avoid being lost like a man in a labyrinth. Unlike Theseus, I hadn’t brought my personal ball of yarn. But Louise had other ideas. She grabbed my hand and pulled me the opposite way down the hall, “Where are we…” I started to ask but she pushed open a door and we walked out onto… an underground parking deck??

“What the fuck?” I asked.

Louise laughed and twirled happily, “Don’t think too much about it Mr. S. Everyone struggles with it. It’s a messed up building.”

“But I was on the third floor?” I asked.

She nodded, giggling to herself, “Yup. and you were underground.”

“I went up a flight of stairs!” I said in exasperation.

“And then you went down two half flights and that hallway was slowly descending.” I shook my head, trying to picture what she was saying. It kind of made sense. Or maybe I was in the twilight zone. “Plus,” she said, giving me a smirk, “you haven’t even complimented me on my appearance!”

I looked at her and drank in the vision in front of me for the first time that day. She was wearing a green polo shirt, unbuttoned enough to show a hint of cleavage and tight enough to give no illusions about the lack of bra underneath. The shirt was just barely too short for her, displaying a tantalzing tease of her midriff that my eyes scraped over as they wandered lower. She had on a beige corduroy skirt that ended just below mid thigh. Her bare legs were slick and shiny and perched attractively atop a pair of wedge heels with ribbon that laced up her calves almost to her knees giving the impression of some sort of Roman gladiator or maybe an Amazonian princess. “You look stunning,” I said.

She smiled back at me then pulled out a black leather collar from her purse and clasped it around her neck, “I know this is supposed to be a normal date night… but I really want to wear this… if it’s okay… Master.” She fastened the collar around her neck and pulled her hands away, revealing the words, ‘Owned’ in red stitching in the leather.

I swallowed, “Fine with me,” I said before grabbing her and giving her a huge kiss. She moaned into my mouth enthusiastically as we made out in the middle of the dark parking lot. I broke the kiss and whispered, “Yup, definitely the twilight zone.”

Louise laughed, “What?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head and looked around, “How do we get back to the student lot?”

She laughed and pointed towards a stairwell. It’s probably the direction I would have gone. Probably. “So what was all that about your professor?”

She shrugged, “Weird, right? I walked in on her jilling off at her desk.”

I laughed, “Really? Nice.”

She punched me playfully on the shoulder, “I know it’s hard to believe but not every woman in America is a place for you to stick your dick.”

I laughed, “I know that,” I said and stuck my tongue out at her playfully. A gesture that she mirrored back with 10 times the goofiness. “She just seemed to really flip out about it,” I said.

“Well, it’s the second time I’ve shown up for an office visit and she was doing something like that. Last time she was watching porn on her PC.”

“Seriously?” I asked.

Louise nodded, “Yup. Kinda hardcore lesbian stuff. Whips and chains. Real kinky shit. What a fucking deviant,” Louise said, shooting me a flirty smile as her fingers traced around the leather collar that clung snugly to her beautiful neck.

“Well, it sounds like she’s not likely to give you a lot of flack this semester.”

Louise nodded, “It was so weird though. She looked almost disappointed when I told her not to worry about it. I almost think she wanted me to catch her… you know?”

Shaking my head I pondered her words, “Maybe she’s a voyeur… or maybe she just likes seducing coeds with her body.” Then I added, “Nobody could blame her for trying to seduce you.”

Louise smiled and leaned into me. Wrapping my arm around her as she said, “You say the nicest things Mr. S.”

“Why thank you, my love.”

The mention of love caused her to sink further into me. It felt nice having her close like that. I felt strong and protective of her in a way I didn’t really feel like with the others. Not that I wasn’t protective with them. Just that Carly and Kyrsten and Victoria all seemed strong in their own ways. And Louise was as well. It’s just… Maybe it was her age. Or just her shorter height. Whatever it was, I always felt the need to be a little more protective of her. A little more gentle.

As we approached the parking lot, I saw a group of seven or eight guys milling around beside our car. They didn’t seem to be paying any particular attention to the vehicle but as I approached, I realized that they all had cell phones out and directed surreptitiously at my car. Curious, I pulled my keys out and angled us towards the car next to mine. One of the guys detached himself and came over to me, “Hey, bro, can you come back in like ten minutes?”

“Why? What’s up?” I said, craning my neck to try to look into my car.

He looked awkwardly at Louise but then whispered. “These two super hot chicks have been making out in the car. They’re getting hot and heavy man. It’s fucking awesome. We don’t want them to realize we’re watching.”

I smiled, “In the Tesla?” I asked, pointing to my car.

“Yeah man. Let me show you,” he said, holding out his phone. Louise and I craned our necks to look and, sure enough, there was Carly straddling Kyrsten in the back seat of the car. They were obviously making out though the shadows made it hard to tell. Carly’s long black hair flowed around Kyrsten’s face, obscuring both of them and Kyrsten’s hands roamed all along Carly’s body, pulling and sliding cloth in a way that showed she absolutely knew they had an audience.

“Damn,” I said with a whistle, “I bet their boyfriend is pretty lucky,” I said. Louise chuckled next to me.

“Shit bro, they’re guys are probably wishing they had this vid man. This shit is hot,” he said.

“Pretty sure they’re both sleeping with the same guy,” Louise said, tapping her teeth with her finger and inspecting the video like she was Sherlock Holmes. “Yeah… they’re definitely both fucking the same big dicked stud.”

The guy took the phone and looked at the screen, confusion writ large across his face, “What? How can you tell that?” he said.

“I’m fucking him too,” she said. I held my keys out and double tapped the button on the fob, causing the lights to blink on my car as I strode off. I have to say, there have been a lot of moments over the years with my girls where I’ve felt like the king of the world, but this one was definitely one of the best. The shocked expressions of the crowd as I held the front door open for Louise who slid in and immediately turned around and kissed Carly were great. The “holy shits” as I went around and gave Kyrsten a wet kiss before climbing into the driver seat were even better. The four of us had a good laugh about it as we sped out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

“Damn… did you see their faces?” Louise said with a howl of laughter.

Kyrsten leaned forward and caressed my shoulders, “Our big strong Master is gonna be known as the campus stud soon.”

“MMm… I’ve never been the girlfriend of the campus stud,” Louise said, squirming in her seat.

“Now you get to be the fucktoy of the campus stud too,” Carly purred into her ear causing the brunette to squirm even more.

“Shit… do we have to do date night? Can’t you come back to my room and fucking rail me, Mr. S?” she cooed, stroking my arm as I tried my hardest not to let adrenaline get the best of me as I drove through dense Miami traffic.

“Nope. You girls get to have a nice dinner. Maybe a movie. And if you play your cards just right, I might put out for you,” I said, eliciting three girlish giggles.

“Where are we going? Somewhere nice and romantic I hope?” Louise asked.

“If we went to a quiet, romantic place, Carly would just spend the whole time under the table sucking Master’s cock,” Kyrsten said.

Carly slapped her arm, “Only if he told me to.”

“Or asked… or hinted… or looked slightly horny,” Louise said, earning herself a slap as well. “Hey… I’m just telling the truth, Mrs. S.”

Carly harumphed but the ‘Mrs. S’ had mollified her. Ever since we’d gotten married, anytime Louise wanted something from Carly, she simply called her ‘Mrs. S’ and Carly was like happy putty in her hands.

“I thought maybe a barbeque joint. Something with nice messy food you can lick off your fingers?”

“You want me to eat barbeque wearing this?” Carly said incredulously.

“I mean… no… I want you to suck my cock under the table while wearing that,” I said and we all laughed again. “No… I’m just messing with you. We’ve got a table at a nice Thai place,” I said and the girls all grinned and nodded eagerly. Thai food wasn’t my favorite but I knew all three of them loved it and I really did want this to be a nice date night. It was a surprisingly nice place right near campus that mostly catered to faculty and professionals. I wanted something high end that felt like an actual date, after all.

We got to the restaurant and were seated almost instantly. Turns out slipping the hostess a $50 bill really does get you faster service.

“That was smooth, Master.”

“I practiced with Victoria,” I admitted.

“Seriously?” Kyrsten asked.

I nodded, “Maybe once or twice.”

We sat down and instantly fell into a nice comfortable conversation. Louise told us about her classes and recounted the story of the awkward encounters with the professor. Carly’s advice was to just pretend it didn’t happen. Kyrsten’s was a little less benign, “Is she hot?”

“I mean… she’s pretty,” Louise said.

“I’d have her get me off a couple times on the way to an easy A,” Kyrsten said with a laugh, tipping her drink back and letting the red wine slide across her perfect pink lips.

“I mean… she did say she’d do anything,” Louise said, seeming to mull over the idea.

“Louise,” I said, feeling a little less like her boyfriend and more like her father for a moment.

“I’m just kidding… mostly,” she said earning a bawdy wink from Kyrsten.

“Oh… by the way, wasn’t Natalie Masterson one of the girls at the bachelor party?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“She’s a guest lecturer here on Friday.”

I was reminded of the sign I’d seen on campus while showing Aimee around. “Hrmm… I’ve still got that video of her, Carly.”

Carly smiled and Louise and Krysten both asked, “What video?”

I grabbed my phone and scrolled through, finding the video from months prior when I visited Carly in Boston. I turned the volume down and hit play. Louise watched Natalie give her confession to the camera. Her face was a worse mess than I remembered, covered in so many layers of cum that she was actually hard to recognize. She confessed to the camera that she wanted to be nothing but a ‘piece of shit whore’ and that it was her idea to submit to me completely. That she wanted me to lord my control over her. It was a nice reminder of a pretty wild weekend. “You should do something with that,” Louise said.

“Like what?”

“Tell her to come with no underwear at all for the whole trip,” Louise said.

“And she has to wear a butt plug,” Kyrsten added.

“And find you another slut to fuck or else you’ll punish her,” Carly said.

I looked at my wife and said, “That last one is for you not me.”

Carly laughed and then said, “For both of us, Master.”

I fired off a quick text to Natalie saying, “I’m in Miami and will be using you next week. You will not pack any underwear and you will wear a butt plug at all times. Do you understand?”

The girls and I kept talking until my phone buzzed. Carly and Louise leaned over to read the message. “Master… I have to do a lecture in front of people. I need to wear a bra at least for that.”

I looked at Carly who shook her head no while giving a devilish smile. Louise and Kyrsten obviously agreed.

“That’s your problem not mine, piece of shit whore,” I typed, before adding, “Unless you want me to send that video to the Dean of the school and make it your problem.”

Everyone at the table knew it was an idle threat. Natalie knew it was an idle threat. That was the point of the game. But Natalie’s response was nearly instant, “I’m sorry, Master.”

“Also, if you don’t me a new slut to fuck while you’re here, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

“Yes, Master. This piece of shit whore understands.”

“Good… I’ll see you Friday night, slut.”

“That is so hot, Mr. S,” Louise said.

I smiled and gave her a kiss, “Want me to make you do something to?”

“You don’t ever have to make me do anything, Master. You just have to ask,” she said. The love and devotion in her voice was obvious to everyone.

“Or ask… or hint,” Carly said with a smirk.

Louise was unphased by the teasing. She simply nodded, “Or ask, or hint. I want you to know that I’m every bit as much yours as the other girls are… I just show it a little differently… Mr. S.”

“I love you, Louise.”

“I love you, too.”

I looked at Kyrsten and Carly, “I love all of you,” I said, taking their hands.

“We know, Master,” Kyrsten said and all three nodded.

“Oh my gosh,” Louise said, looking over my shoulder. In walked Louise’s professor and… The ADA? Shit… what was she doing there?

I started to have a full blown panic attack until my brain slowed down and processed that they were holding hands. The hostess guided them to a table on the other side of the restaurant where the two exchanged a brief kiss before taking their seats for dinner. “Well that’s a fun coincidence,” I said.

“I guess I’m glad I didn’t try to extort her for a grade,” Louise said, giving Kyrsten a look of faux outrage. We resumed eating our meal, though all four of us shot occasional glances at the professor and the ADA. Even though it appeared to be a complete coincidence and they hadn’t even noticed us, I was eager to leave lest there be some kind of awkward confrontation. Fortunately, we left without them ever noticing and headed out.

Next stop on normal date night was a movie. This one actually sparked a bit of an argument. “One of us doesn’t get to sit next to him,” Louise observed with a big fake pout. “That’s not fair,” she said, arms crossed.

“I just figured one of you could spend the entire movie on your knees in front of me,” I said, intending it to be a joke. But the result was more argument as all three eagerly professed their desire to be THAT girl. In the end, Carly magnanimously agreed to sit on the edge, but only on the condition that she could make out with Kyrsten if Louise and I decided to get hot and heavy. God I love my wife.

“Some rom com?” I asked as we pulled up to the theatre.

“Blech,” Kyrsten said, sticking a finger into her mouth as if making herself vomit, “Something bloody and scary.”

“I’m not a fan of scary movies,” Carly said, clutching my arm hard, “And I’m sacrificing my spot next to him. I should get to choose.”

“You’re going to just choose the new Marvel movie,” Louise said and Kyrsten pointed at her as the two rolled their eyes in unison.

“Noooo,” Carly said, “I’m picking the new DC movie,” she said.

“Oh god… it’s worse!” Louise said.

“Zach Snyder is a genius,” Carly defended herself.

“Zach Snyder’s a douche,” Kyrsten said.

Carly wheeled on her and hissed, “You take that back,” but she had a huge smile on her face. Kyrsten simply leaned forward and gave her a little peck on the lips before whispering back, “You’re cute Mrs. Simpson.”

Carly couldn’t help it. She grinned and made a happy little squeak before hugging my arm again.

At the risk of saying something politically controversial and getting myself in trouble, I’ll just say that on the evidence I observed that night, Kyrsten was more correct than Carly. But don’t tell Carly I said that. I managed to maintain my Switzerland like neutrality for the entire ride home, however. “Louise, who are you texting?”

“Oh nothing… just… my roommate,” she said. I looked at her in confusion. I was attuned enough to her mannerisms that I knew a casual lie when I heard it.

I started to say something but Carly, who insisted on sitting behind me on the way home, whispered into my ear, “Don’t worry about it, Master. You’ll be happy.”

“Are you girls planning something?” I asked.

“Us? Noooo… we would never do that,” Kyrsten said.

I simply sighed and said, “Fine… keep your secrets. Where am I taking you ladies now? A strip club? An adult theatre?”

“Why does it always have to be about sex with him?” Louise asked.

“I don’t know,” Kyrsten said. “Maybe he doesn’t have enough pussy at home?”

“That’s probably it,” Carly said, “It’s been several hours of dry spell for him and we have been flirting with him all night. He’s probably rock hard and needs to stick his dick somewhere.”

“Mmmm… I have an idea for where he could stick it… or two… or three.”

“Or nine,” Kyrsten said, holding up her fingers as if counting. The girls giggled, “Better take us to Louise’s apartment, Master. Sounds like you have some holes to fill.”

I slammed the accelerator, perfectly fine with the direction the night was about to take. We raced to the dorm and practically ran inside, laughing and touching each other as we went. All four of us were making out in the elevator as we ascended to Louise’s floor. We were a jumble of hands and lips, groping, caressing and licking each other as we grinded against the others in the cramped elevator.

As we made our way to Louise’s room, she opened the door and pushed me inside. “Surprise, Master.”

“What?” I asked, looking around. Sprawled on the couch was Louise’s roommate, Tennille. She was wearing a pair of sheer gauzy pants and tiny pink satin slippers. She had on an ornate black lace bra with a sheer jacket made of the same material as the pants. On her wrists there were gold cuffs with loops on them connected by a chain to the broad leather collar she was wearing around her neck. “What’s going on?”

“Well, Master,” Carly said, walking up to me and stroking my cock through my pants. “We just thought that after such a wonderful date night, you should be rewarded.”

“I was going to be rewarded… with you three,” I said.

“That’s very sweet, Master,” Kyrsten said, coming up to the other side of me and kissing me softly. “But given our… uhmm… lifestyle. We felt like this was a more… appropriate? Yeah… appropriate way to end the night.”

“Go fuck her, stud,” Louise said, making sure there was no doubt about her opinion. I took a slow, awkward step towards Tennille who immediately dropped down onto the floor.

“Master, you rubbed my lamp and now I must grant you three wishes,” she said, eyes on the floor.

“You okay with this, Tennille?”

She looked up at me with pleading eyes, “I do not know a Tennille, Master. I’m sorry. I am but the genie of this lamp. If my lack of knowledge has displeased you, you are, of course, free to punish me as you see fit.”

“So I get three wishes?” I asked, deciding that this could be a fun game.

“Of course, Master. That’s how the magic works.”

“I wish to watch you fuck Kyrsten with a strap on,” I said.

“Ohh,” she said, eyes glancing over at Kyrsten, “Of course, Master. Your wish is my command.”

Kyrsten watched as the girl walked out of the room and quickly returned with a strap on that she was now attaching to her waist. The dildo hanging from her harness was impressive and Kyrsten’s eyes were big and wide, “This isn’t in keeping with the spirit of the gift,” she said.

“Hey, they’re my wishes, right?”

“Of course, Master,” Kyrsten and Tennille said simultaneously. Kyrsten laughed but Tennille never broke character. Instead, Tennille grabbed Kyrsten and guided her onto the floor.

“Oh… and don’t be gentle with the slut. She should get a nice rough fucking from that monster,” I said.

Louise and Carly came up beside me as we sat back to enjoy the show. Kyrsten slobbered on the cock for a moment before bending over and presenting her smooth, hungry pussy to the faux genie. Tennille used her thumbs to spread the pussy lips and then slowly slid the plastic dick inside of Kyrsten. “Holy FUCK! That’s big,” she said. The three of us on the couch laughed. Tennille found her rhythm, fucking Kyrsten slowly than with increasing urgency. She gripped Kyrsten’s hair and yanked her head back, earning a scream of joy from Kyrsten as she plundered her pussy with powerful strokes.

“Cum for me, slut,” I said after about fifteen minutes. Tennille was starting to look tired and Kyrsten’s eyes were already glazed over from an overload of pleasure. She reached down and stroked her clit, bringing herself off instantly before collapsing onto the floor in a sprawling puddle of human flesh and juices from her sopping pussy.

“Okay, genie. I’m ready for wish #2.”

Tennille came over quickly and knelt in front of me. “You are to edge this slut to five ruined orgasms with your tongue.”

“Ruined orgasms, Master?” she asked in confusion.

“Yes… you lick her pussy until she’s about to cum and then just as she starts cumming, you pull away from her. And don’t let her touch herself when she cums. Or even close her legs and rub her thighs.”

“You’re so mean, Mr. S,” Louise said. There was a sparkle in her eyes and a slight upturn on her lips that belied the words spoken.

“You deserve it for being such a bratty little tease,” I said.

“I’m not a brat,” she said but sucked her breath in as her skirt was pushed up and Tennille was diving into her waiting snatch. Tennille licked and sucked her like a woman possessed while Louise bucked her hips into her roommate’s hungry tongue. “Oh god… oh goddd!” she screamed after a few minutes and Tennille quickly pulled away. She held her wrists in an iron grip and kept her shoulders in between Louise’s knees ensuring her legs stayed sprawled. “You fucking bitch,” Louise said as she caught her breath. Tennille’s only response was a smile and then she resumed her task.

It took almost 45 minutes but when Tennille finally gave Louise her last ruined orgasm, my girlfriend was a broken mess. She collapsed on the couch, her whole body twitching and spasming while Carly and Kyrsten chuckled. “Nothing makes a slut feel submissive and broken quite like being sexually tormented for an hour,” Carly said. Kyrsten just nodded.

“And for my last wish, genie. You will ride my wife’s strap-on while I fuck your ass.”

“Absolutely, Master,” Tennille said with a hunger in her eye. She tried to hand Carly the discarded plastic phallus but Carly waved her away. Instead, she reached into the large purse that Kyrsten had bought and pulled out a mammoth cock that looked almost comical.

“I’ve never seen that one before,” I observed with a wry smile. Carly stripped out of her clothes quickly and strapped the cock in place. Tennille’s eyes were even bigger and wider than Kyrsten’s had been.

As Carly yanked the leather harness into place, she said, “I’ve only used it on Sasha, Master. It… well… it took her awhile before she could take it all,” she said. A shudder went through Tennille’s body and she moved as if hypnotized towards Carly when my wife laid down on the floor. Tennille positioned her body over Carly and slowly started working herself onto the fake shaft. It took her several minutes but watching her face contort in a mix of effort, pain and pleasure as the nearly foot long cock disappeared inside of her was a sight to behold.

“Ohhh… fuck… oh god… so fucking full… oh god,” she murmured as she took first 8, then eventually 9 inches. She slowly slid up and down, not quite getting the last couple inches until I moved in behind her.

“I wish you’d take the whole thing,” I said as she looked up at me through vacant eyes.

“Fuck… fuck… that’s four… fuck,” she said. I just smiled and pressed down gently on her shoulders.

“I’m still getting my wish,” I said and gave her a kiss as I increased the pressure. I felt her body first relax as she enjoyed the kiss then go fully tense and stiff as the last couple inches invaded her core.

“SHITSHITSHIT,” she screamed before she started bouncing up and down more quickly on Carly. I grabbed the lube and stroked my cock as I knelt behind her, holding her hips down and forcing her to just hold still while she was completely invaded by the strap on.

Sliding my cock up and down her ass crack, I finally pushed the head inside her as I pressed her shoulders forward to better my angle. “You’ll like this, slut. Just relax.”

“Yes, Master. Yes, Master. Yes, Master,” she managed as she wriggled on the double penetration. When I finally had my cock halfway in, she came, screaming into Carly’s face who simply laughed and gave her a kiss. “I’ve never… fuck… never… fuck… never… god… I can't talk,” she stammered with a frustrated laugh.

“Yeah… yeah… you’ve never been this full… blahblahblah… Just fuck the bitch,” Louise said. Her hands were on her hip as she stood naked with Kyrsten. Kyrsten held Louise from behind, holding her tight and kissing the younger woman’s neck. I looked up at them and blew them both a kiss before sliding fully into Tennille’s waiting ass. She screamed a primal scream of pleasure as she came again and then started babbling as Carly and I took turns shoving her body back and forth against us. The friction got Carly to start coming only a minute later and then Tennille’s third orgasm gripped my cock like a hot vice causing me to roar. I grabbed her hips and jack hammered her spasming body hard repeatedly before finally unloading inside of her.

I panted, collapsing against the couch as I sprawled out on the floor. Louise came over, kissing me with passion and love.

“Oh… my… god… You fucking freaks!” came a voice. I looked up and Louise and Tennille’s other roommate was standing there. “I live with a bunch of freaks!” she said, throwing her hands up and stomping off to her room. The five of us looked at each other and just laughed. Caught red handed for a second time. Oh well.