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An Evening Out, Part 1

by Bob Aganoush

© 2004, Bob Aganoush

Everybody has sexual fantasies. Some people arefortunate enough to be able to fulfill some of them, others choose not to,and still others never take the risks necessary to experience them. Not allfantasies are meant to be played out; knowing which ones to risk trying canbe difficult to discern.

My wife Sarah and I had for many years talked aboutsharing our sex lives with another person or couple. Sarah was very bisexual,and had been exclusively with women for many years before we met (I like tojoke that I "saved" her from lesbianism, and she often referred to herselfas a "wasbian"). We both enjoy reading erotica together, as well as the occasionalporn video, and we both found ourselves turned on most by stories involvingwomen together or a threesome among two women and one man.

These thoughts had remained as fantasies for manyyears, primarily because of the hurdles posed by children, jobs, family commitments,and the like. Even without those hurdles, I doubt we would have turned fantasyinto action earlier in our relationship, because we were not emotionally secureenough to try it out earlier. But we finally reached the stage where the hurdleswere low enough, and we were emotionally and sexually secure enough, that thefantasies began to evolve into discussion of possibilities.

The more we discussed the idea of sex with anotherperson or persons, the more we both realized we wanted to give it a try. Weweren't sure how to go about it, or exactly what to expect, so we went intoit with an open mind. After surfing the web a bit, we discovered a few swingerswebsites, posted a profile on each, and began corresponding with some couples.

Besides being interested in sex with other people,there was another part of our sex life that we had been exploring. For abouta year before deciding to embark on swinging, Sarah and I had been experimentingwith dominance and submission, or D/s. I had known for a long time that I hada submissive side. I was always turned on by stories and videos that portrayedstrong women who asserted their control over men (as well as other women).I had never shared this feeling with Sarah, though I suspect that she had begunto realize how I had felt based on my response to specific stories and videos.

It was not until about a year ago that Sarah beganto playfully assert control over me while we were having sex. It started withher teasingly telling me what to do to please her, and as she quickly realizedhow turned on both I and she were by this play, it escalated to the point whereshe was into full femdom mode. She would tie me up and force me to serviceher sexually, with occasional "training" sessions where she would spank andverbally humiliate me into submission. Our D/s was not so much about punishment,however, as it was about her asserting control (and my giving it up) in orderfor me to please her sexually. It was a practice that we've seen referred toas "sensual dominance."

In many of our D/s sessions we would spend muchof the evening with me paying attention to her body, which could include startingwith my bathing her in our oversize bathtub, moving to giving her a nice warmoil massage, and then on to an intense session of bringing her to orgasm everyway imaginable. If I did a good of pleasing her, she would reward me by allowingme to masturbate in front of her. And if I did an especially good job, I wouldbe rewarded by being allowed to have sex with her. The D/s sessions were notan everyday thing with us, they were something we engaged in occasionally andwere very special to us. Most nights (or days, as it were) involved more vanillasex between the two of us. We were definitely not into 24/7 D/s, as were somepeople we had met online. Children, job responsibilities, and other thingsmade it impossible for us to pursue it, and to be honest, neither of us wastruly interested in a 24/7 relationship like that. But we certainly did enjoyit in the bedroom.

So as our discussions about swinging became moreconcrete, we obviously discussed just what role the D/s should play in it.We decide to be somewhat circumspect in our profiles on the swingers sites,because we didn't want to turn off any couples or women. You would be surprisedhow many profiles say that the person or couples are not into "BDSM," thoughit is not always clear what that means to people. Through conversations withpeople online, we determined that the majority of people respond to the BD – bondageand discipline – or SM – sadism and masochism – in the termBDSM. To Sarah and I, however, it was the DS that was at the center of oursexual role playing. We decided not to mention anything about D/s in our profile,and we would see how things progressed as we met people.

We had a number of responses to our profiles, andmessaged some people – both couples and single women – on our own.We were primarily interested in finding bisexual women, as sexual contact betweenthe women was going to be an important part of the relationship for us. Ourexperience on these sites, I suspect, was similar to that of many others. Ninetypercent of the contacts that we made led to nothing; either we realized thatwe weren't compatible, or more commonly, the other couple really weren't interestedin swinging but were on the site for the titillation factor or to collect nudepictures of other people.

Some of the connections we made did turn into actualmeetings with people, and some of those meetings turned into "dates." We hadsome good experiences, where Sarah and I really connected with the couple onboth an emotional as well as a sexual level. And we had some not-so-good experiences,but the one thing we always tried to do was learn from the experience.

One thing we had not had any success in findingwas a single woman with whom to play. Many couples on these sites refer tosingle bisexual women as "unicorns," because they are as rare as the mythicalanimal. But like other couples, we kept searching and messaging women in thehopes of finding one to bring into our bed.

After about a year on the sites, we saw a newlylisted profile for a woman who called herself "FunnGrrll." She didn't livetoo far from us, and was about the right age (we tended to stick with peoplearound our own frightfully-close-to-middle-age range). There was not much informationin her profile regarding her likes or dislikes, and just one picture that didn'tshow very much of her, but we figured "what the hell, we've got nothing tolose," so we went ahead and composed one of our witty little messages and firedit off. Based on our previous experiences (can you say "struck out" in 47 differentlanguages?) we did not have very high expectations.

Like many others we messaged, we didn't hear backfrom her so we removed her from our "friends" list and went on with our lives.Then about two weeks later, we had a message in our inbox on the site. WhenI looked at it I saw it was from FunnGrrll. I quickly opened the message, expectingto find the familiar "Thanks, but not interested" message that we consideredto be one step above those people who never replied at all.

But much to our surprise, I found a short notethanking us for our message, explaining that she had been out of town on vacation,and that she would be interested in finding out more about us. She shared herYahoo ID and invited us to look for her online for a chat. I had Sarah comeover and read the message over my shoulder. She was surprised also, but notparticularly optimistic given our lack of success in this department. But shesaid, "Well, go ahead and look for her online and see what she sounds like." Itended to instant message more than Sarah, who had little patience for it,so I was the one that usually made the first contact with couples we met onthe swingers' sites. I replied to FunnGrrll, giving her our Yahoo IDs and firstnames, and telling her I would look for her online.

I sent a request to add her to my friends list,and Sarah did the same. I didn't hear back from her in a few days, so wroteher off and figured we'd never hear from her. And then about five days laterwhen I logged on to Yahoo I received a message that FG (as Sarah and I nowreferred to her) had accepted me and added me to her friends list, as she hadSarah. I checked to see if she was online, but she wasn't. I messaged her anyway,in case she was signed on in invisible mode, but didn't get a response.

A couple of days after that, after we had put thekids to bed, Sarah was on the computer checking her e-mail. Her computer beepedand she saw the flashing icon that indicated somebody was messaging her. Sheclicked on the icon, and up popped a window titled "FunnGrrll." The windowsaid, "Hi Sarah, Jill here." Sarah called me over to the computer to read overher shoulder as she began to chat with her. They chatted for awhile, engagingin the getting-to-know-you kind of banter that we had gotten very familiarwith over the last year. Most of these initial contacts led to nowhere, butwe had learned that it was a requisite step in finding another couple or persononline.

As Sarah and Jill chatted, aided by my occasionalquestion I suggested to Sarah, they got to know each other a bit more. Nothingtoo deep at the outset, but they exchanged enough information to determinethat there may be a possibility of a connection among the three of us. Afterawhile they signed off, Sarah shrugged and said, "Well, we'll see," and wewent back to our activities.

The next day I looked to see if Jill was online,but couldn't find her. I checked the next few days (as a college professor,I tended to spend long periods of time in front of my computer), but neversaw her online. I concluded that she was one of those people who either wasnever online or always signed on in invisible mode. After a few more days ofthis, I checked in with Sarah to see if she had heard back from Jill at all.She said that in fact she had, and that she and Jill had chatted for a shortwhile every day so far. I was surprised, but not stunned, and decided she wasjust somebody who liked to chat with women. We had been very upfront from thebeginning that we were only interested in her as a couple, and that Sarah didnot play alone, so I wasn't too worried about this.

I asked Sarah what they had been chatting about,and she replied, "Not much, the usual chitchat, getting-to-know you kind ofstuff. But I think she would be interested in meeting us, and she definitelyseems to have some interests in common with us." I was a bit surprised to hearthis, simply because I had assumed we would never find a single woman interestedin us, and had little hope that Jill would be our unicorn. So I said to Sarah, "Great,I'm all for it. Is she willing to share some pictures?" Sarah said that Jillwas supposed to send some in the next day or so, and when she did, Sarah hadpromised to share some of ours (we had only body shots in our profile; we werecareful not to share pictures with our faces until we got to know somebodya bit).

The next day, I was in my office working on gradingpapers, when I received an e-mail message from Sarah. There was no text inthe message, just a subject line that said, "Take a look." After making suremy office door was closed (didn't want any pesky students coming into my officeand looking over my shoulder) I opened it up and found three attachments. Clickingon the first, I opened a jpeg file that contained a picture of a blonde womanwho appeared to be in her late 30s or early 40s. She was not what many peoplewould describe as pretty, but she had the kind of look that both Sarah andI liked – short hair, with a look that some people would describe as "dykey," andshe definitely would fall onto the "cute" page in my book. It was, in fact,a look that Sarah carried off quite nicely. She always joked that she couldstill walk into a lesbian bar today, after almost fifteen years of being a "wasbian," anddo very well for herself. And I would never dispute her on that.

In the photo, Jill was dressed in a very pretty,somewhat formal black dress with spaghetti straps that clung to her and showedoff her body quite nicely. Again, I would suspect that most people would lookat her body and not find her very attractive or sexy, but she had a look thatI knew Sarah liked as much as I did – not really fat, but very well roundedwith great curves in all the right places, a figure not unlike Sarah's. Needlessto say, I was quite intrigued about the possibility of getting together withthis woman. I was trying not to get too excited, however, because there hadbeen plenty of other people with whom we had traded pictures, and the contactshad amounted to nothing.

I clicked on the next attachment, and up poppeda photograph that clearly was taken on a nude beach. This one showed just thetop half of her body, which was naked, with a big smile on her face and sunglassescovering her eyes. She had a beautiful set of breasts – quite large,yet not overly so, with very prominent nipples. In fact, her breasts were verywell proportioned to the rest of her upper body. Once again I was struck bythe fact that most people would look at the picture and think of her as overweight,but I found her incredibly sexy and arousing. She clearly was a woman who wasquite comfortable with her body, enough so to be lying there on a nude beachwith a figure that was far from model-perfect.

With anticipation I clicked on the third attachment.I could see that this photo was from the same nude beach, but this one wastaken from a few steps back, so that you could see Jill's entire body. Shewas lying on her side, and the shot was taken from behind with her lookingback over her shoulder. She had the same wide smile on her face, and the perspectiveprovided a wonderful view of her ass – like the rest of her, nicely rounded,not too large, but definitely one I would like to get my hands and lips on.I looked back at the previous photo, and again at this one, and was struckby how nicely proportioned she was. Everything from her smile down to her muscularlegs seemed to fit nicely together, even though I knew that many would lookat her and scoff that she was too overweight.

I replied to Sarah's message, saying "Great – whendo we meet?" Much to my surprise, just a couple of minutes later, I got a replyfrom her saying, "This Saturday night." I was shocked, and immediately pickedup the phone and called Sarah. Before she said, "Hello," I asked, "For real?"

Sarah replied, "Yup. The kids are going to Roband Marcia's for a sleepover and we're meeting her for dinner in Maywood." Maywoodwas a town about 15 minutes from us, about halfway between where we lived andshe lived. Rob and Marcia were our best friends; they had two kids the sameages as ours, and Rob was a fellow professor at the university. We often sharedchildcare duties in arrangements like this, though the two of them had no ideawhat Sarah and I were doing when we left our kids with them.

While excited at this news, I was trying not toset myself up. We'd had too many of these meetings where the people we metturned out not to be anything like the couple we had been messaging with, orworse yet, they looked nothing like the pictures they had sent us. But nevertheless,I said to Sarah, "Okay, we'll see. I hope she doesn't turn out to be psycho," withthoughts of Glenn Close and Fatal Attraction swimming through my mind.

The rest of the week dragged on as I looked forwardto Saturday night. Sarah and I talked quite a bit about what it might be like.We had certainly had experiences as swingers, but all had been with other couples,and this would be the first time we even got to meet a single woman. Whilesome people had a rule that they wouldn't play on the first date, we didn'tstick to that, and had met some couples that we had sex with the first timewe met them. We didn't know how things would play out with Jill, but figuredwe would just play it by ear and hope for the best.

Finally, Saturday night arrived, we dropped thekids at our friends' house, and we headed out for Maywood. As we were pullingout of the driveway, Sarah said, "Oh, by the way, did I tell you that Jillis into D/s?"

I shot her a quick glance, trying to keep my eyeson the road and not kill us on the way to our first meeting with a unicorn. "Ah,no, you neglected to mention that. How did you find that out?"

Sarah replied, "Well, you know, when we were chattingabout what we liked, I asked if she was into anything kinky. And she said thatshe liked to be dominated on occasion."

I said, "Really?", just a little bit astoundedthat my dear wife had neglected to mention this little fact. "Anything elseabout her you'd like to share with me?" I asked.

"No," she chuckled, "nothing else really important,I just thought you would be interested to know that about her."

I certainly was interested in that little tidbitof information. For the year that we had been swinging, Sarah and I had yetto find another couple who was interested in D/s. We had discussions with someabout the topic, but never found anybody who was really into it like we were.One couple said they'd give it a try, but before we had the chance to try anything,they backed out. We had great sex with some of these couples, but still keptthinking that it might be fun to play around with D/s with another couple.So when Sarah let it drop that Jill was into it, I was quickly interested andexcited at the same time.

"Did you tell her the nature of our relationship,that you're dom and I'm sub?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied, "Don't you think shewould have asked?"

As I thought about this for a split second, I realizedit was a pretty stupid question on my part. Anybody who is into D/s and talksabout it with others very quickly inquires as to whether somebody is a top,a bottom, or a switch.

Anticipating my next question, Sarah said, "Shesaid she'd be interested in trying it out with us. And I told her we certainlywould be, too."

While Sarah and I had talked about the possibilityof playing with D/s with another couple or person, we had never really gottenfar enough along in these discussions to talk about the specific possibilitiesof how this might work. So I was not quite sure I was ready to jump right intothis with Jill, but Sarah clearly was interested in giving it a try and, speakingfor the two of us, told Jill this.

If we did engage in D/s with Jill, I knew whatmy role was going to be – that of the submissive. It was unclear to mewhere Jill would be in all this, for Sarah had said that Jill liked being dominatedon occasion. But did this mean Jill was a switch? Or just that when she didfool around with D/s, she preferred to be the bottom?

Next thing I knew, we were at the restaurant. Sarahand I had been here before, in fact, had met other potential swing partnershere. It was a relatively quiet place with widely-spaced tables that was conduciveto intimate banter. We walked in, did a quick scan of the room, and spottedJill sitting facing us in a booth near the back of the room. We nodded to thehostess, gestured toward that table, and started walking in that direction,Sarah first, then me.

As we approached the booth, Jill spotted us, flashedus a big smile (the same one I had seen in the photographs from the nude beach),and stood up. She gave first Sarah, then me, a quick hug and peck on the cheekwhile she said, "Hello, so great to meet you finally." She scooted back intothe booth, and I waited for Sarah to get into the other side and slide over.Much to my surprise, Sarah slid in next to Jill, and pointed to the other side,saying, "Bob, why don't you sit over there." I was frozen for a second, butquickly recovered, saying, "Sure," and slid into the booth facing the two women.I wasn't quite sure what Sarah was up to, but figured I'd just go along forthe ride.

Our waitress showed up with some menus and an inquiryregarding our drink orders. Jill already had a glass of wine in front of her,so Sarah and I each ordered one for ourselves. The three of us made small talkfor awhile about the usual topics – the weather, politics, travel, etc.It turned out that the pictures Jill sent us were taken on a beach in the VirginIslands that Sarah and I had visited.

As we carried on the conversation, I got a goodlook at Jill. I decided that the pictures we had seen really didn't do herjustice; in person, she was even sexier. I know some people may find that hardto understand – how could a woman sitting clothed in a restaurant looksexier than in a naked picture of her – but it was true. She was wearingan emerald green top, cut low enough to show off her ample cleavage, that wentbeautifully with her short blonde hair and what I could now see were deep greeneyes. She had dangly gold earrings that danced when she laughed and noddedher head. And that smile – every time she flashed it, I was struck byhow engaging she was. I realized as I was sitting there that I hadn't eventaken notice of what kind of pants she was wearing when she stood up to greetus. I had been so locked into her smile and face, that what she wore belowthe belt never registered. And from my side of the booth I couldn't see.

At the same time I was watching Jill during theconversation, I was gauging Sarah's reaction. We had been together long enoughthat I could read her as easily as a third grade textbook. And I could tellthat she was into Jill as much as I was. When we meet potential swing partnersfor the first time, I can tell right away what Sarah thinks about them. She'salways polite, and respectful, but I know if she's not interested. This timeI could tell she was past interested, and into intrigued, probably becauseof Jill and who she was but also because of the general possibility of havinga single, bisexual woman join us for the first time.

As we finished our wine, ordered another round,and ordered our dinner, we were getting very comfortable with each other. Thebooth was private enough that we could carry on a quiet conversation aboutwhat our sexual interests were. Sarah did most of the talking for us; I hadn'trealized at first that this was going on, but as the conversation ensued, Irealized that she was being a bit more assertive. This was somewhat of a newpattern, because normally, when we met with a couple, there was much cross-conversation.But with just one other person joining us, it was more one-on-one. She describedour love of sex, told a little bit about the evolution of our D/s relationship,and mentioned some of the things we liked to do while she was domming me. Iadded a few comments to the conversation at times, but for the most part, letSarah carry the show.

Jill shared with us more details about what shewas into. She was into submission, but only with women; she had never had aD/s relationship with a man. When Sarah asked her why, she replied, "I thinkit has something to do with trust. For some reason, I am able to trust womenand give myself up to them, but I'm not able to do that with men." She seemedto spend as much time in relationships with women as with men; while she didnot do a lot of swinging with couples, she said that when she did she enjoyedthe men as much as the women. She related how she had been married at a youngage, during college, but realized early on that it had been a mistaken relationshipand was divorced less than five years later. Since then, she seemingly hadbeen happy with a series of relationships with both men and women.

As dinner came, we turned back to conversationabout the mundane, though it was quite clear that the earlier discussion aboutsex was hanging over the table. Another round of wine accompanied dinner, andby the time the dinner dishes were cleared, we all agreed that we should stopor we'd never be able to drive away safely. We decided to order dessert andcoffee (tea for Sarah) in order to give the alcohol a chance to seep out ofour bloodstreams.

As we waited for dessert, Sarah took the initiativeto bring the conversation back to where it had been before dinner, and shedid so in her typical no-nonsense manner. "So Jill," she started, "are Boband I going to get to know you a little better?" As she said this, I noticedshe removed her left hand from the table and dropped it down on the seat nextto her. I couldn't see for sure, but I was pretty certain that the hand wasnow on Jill's leg. I raised my eyebrows just a bit, and looked at Jill to gaugeher reaction.

Without skipping a beat, Jill replied, "I hopeso, I'd like that very much. I've had a wonderful time tonight, and would likethis to continue." It was unclear to me what she meant by "continue," but whatI did know was that I liked the direction the evening was heading.

Sarah slowly scooted out of the booth and stoodup, declaring, "I need to use the ladies room. Jill, care to join me?" Jillhesitated for just a second, and replied, "Yes, I will, thank you." I watchedher scoot out to stand by Sarah. It was at that point that I was reminded whatshe was wearing in addition to the green blouse – a rather short, above-the-knee,black skirt. While on the rack I would have thought it would not have beenright for her, as she wore it it looked great. Her legs were muscular, butnot too large, and she was able to wear the relatively short skirt and lookgreat in it. I surmised that when Sarah's hand dropped down from the table,it had landed not on Jill's skirt but more likely on her bare thigh.

As the two women headed for the ladies room, Idowned the last of my third glass of wine, and wondered what was going to happentonight. As I described earlier, Sarah and I had played on a first date witha couple before, but since this was the first time we'd met a single woman,it seemed like all our previous experiences held little relevance for whatwas likely to occur tonight.

While it seemed like a long time the two womenwere gone, I knew it was only a couple of minutes as I saw the two of themmaking their way back to our table. I could have sworn that Jill looked a littleflush, but I was sure it was only my overactive imagination (and libido) playingtricks on me. She scooted back into the booth, followed by Sarah, just as thewaitress arrived with our cake, coffee, and tea. I noticed that Sarah seemedto be sitting even closer to Jill than she had been earlier. As she pickedup her fork, I saw that her left hand was again down below the table. I triedto lean forward to see what was going on, but the table was too wide for meto see without standing up and being just a bit obvious about the whole maneuver.What I could see, though, from the slight movement in her upper arm, was thather hand seemed to be moving forward and backward slightly, and knowing mywife as well as I did, I guessed that she was lightly stroking Jill's thigh.As I glanced at Jill's face, I was now convinced that there was indeed a slightflush to her face.

My curiosity had gotten the best of me, so I triedto figure out how I could see what was going on. I contemplated the old droppedfork trick, but decided that was just too obvious. So I borrowed one from Sarah'sbook. I politely excused myself, saying I was going to visit the men's room.I knew this would take me past them, and as I walked by, I glanced over. Sarahwas calmly eating her cake, and there was Jill's skirt slightly hiked up, givenSarah ample access to stroke Jill's bare thigh. I smiled to myself and headedto the men's room to do my business (why waste the opportunity, I figured).

As I returned, Sarah was no longer touching Jill.The two of them were smiling, as if there were some kind of private joke theywere enjoying. I sat down, and Sarah turned to me said, "Well Bob, in yourabsence our new friend and I have cooked up a plan for tonight."

Again, it was my turn to raise my eyebrows, andsay, "Oh really, and what would that be?"

"Jill has graciously invited us back to her house.She has a hot tub that she thinks we would like very much," she replied.

Needless to say, this was sweet music to my ears.Logistical arrangements are always a challenge for us, especially on a firstdate. We have young kids at home, and while we have no problems getting babysitters,we're generally not able to play at home. So when we meet somebody who hasfree run of their house, it just makes things that much easier for us. Whilethere have been plenty of times where we've checked into cheap motels on shortnotice, we always prefer the comfort and privacy of somebody's home.

"Sounds good to me," I said. "Whatever you womenwant, I'm happy to go along."

Sarah retorted, "Just the way a good sub shouldbe, Bob." She turned to Jill, and said, "Don't you think so, Jill?"

I was a bit surprised, because Sarah generallydoesn't refer to my submissiveness in public like that. But I decided discretionwas the better part of valor at that point, and I kept my mouth shut. Jillreplied to Sarah, "Absolutely," with a slight grin on her face.

We finished our desserts, paid the bill, and headedout the door, Sarah first, followed by Jill, then me. Jill hadn't put her coaton yet, so I had a good look at her ass in the short skirt, and I liked whatI saw. It was tight around her shapely ass, and my mind immediately startedimagining the things I would like to do to it, a very similar reaction to whenI had seen the naked picture of her just a few days earlier.

As we left the restaurant, I helped both womenon with their coats, and Sarah said, "We'll follow Jill in our car, dear." Jillgestured to where she was parked, and we headed for our car and pulled up behindher. She pulled out onto the road, and we followed. As I drove, I smiled andinquired of Sarah, "So what did I miss during the bathroom trips?"

She smiled back slyly and said, "Nothing you needto know about at this point, sweetie. We're just going to go to Jill's, getin the hot tub, and take it from there." Somehow I suspected the arrangementswere a little more concrete than that, but I knew my wife well enough not topush her. If she didn't want me to know, no amount of pleading would extractthe information from her.

It only took about ten minutes to get to Jill'shouse. She pulled into a driveway next to a modest, Cape Cod-style house ina wooded area. We parked, got out of our car, and followed Jill into the house.Inside it was tastefully decorated and neat, and on the first floor I couldsee a kitchen, dining room, and living room in an open configuration. Therewas also a closed door to another room, that I surmised was a bedroom or office,and stairs to the upper floor. There were sliding doors from the living roomon to a large deck that held the aforementioned hot tub.

Jill took our coats, hung them up, and went intothe kitchen to grab an open bottle of wine out of the refrigerator along withthree glasses. She brought them out to the dining room, and before she couldsay anything, Sarah, said, "So, who's ready for the tub?" I thought it a littleodd that she'd be saying this – after all, wasn't it Jill's positionto invite us in? But I kept my thoughts to myself, and once again remindedmyself to just go with the flow. I replied, "You know me – I'm alwaysup for the hot tub." Sarah and I have one ourselves, and on the rare occasionsthat we've been able to get the kids out of our house, we have used the opportunityto entertain couples in our hot tub.

Jill too said that she was ready, so without furtherhesitation, Sarah started taking off her clothes. This wasn't unusual; Sarahwas always comfortable with being naked in front of other people (she rarelywore a swimsuit in our hot tub, nor did I), so I was quite used to seeing herdisrobe at the drop of a hat. As I suspected earlier, Jill was also quite comfortablewith her body. She placed the bottle and glasses on the dining room table,and began taking off her blouse first. Not wanting to be the odd man out, Ijoined them in shedding my clothes.

As I began unbuttoning my shirt, I was glancingat Jill out of the corner of my eye as she mirrored my movements with her blouse.At this point I wasn't looking at Sarah at all; I always liked this part ofwhen we played with a couple for the first time. I found exciting that chanceto see a woman naked for the first time as she took off her clothes, one articleafter another, showing me the various parts of her body undressed and unencumberedby blouses, skirts, or pants. With Jill I could see that this was going tobe quite a treat.

As she completed the last button of her blouse,she took it off her shoulders, revealing that beautiful pair of breasts I hadseen in the picture. She wore a lacy silk, peach-colored bra, which she quicklydiscarded as she reached behind her to undo the clasp and dropped it down herarms. Her breasts were even more beautiful in person, as I had suspected. Itwas quite clear that even though she was somewhat of a large woman, she keptin good shape physically as evidenced by the way her breasts hung on her chest.For their size, they didn't droop at all. Each was topped by a lovely, incrediblysmooth nipple, a dull red in color, in the center of a perfectly circular andpale milk chocolate-colored areola. As I admired her breasts, I did catch aglance of Sarah admiring them along with me.

By this time I was completely naked, having wastedno time getting out of my pants and silk boxers. This can be an awkward momentfor a man; as had often happened in the past, I was completely erect, stimulatedboth by the scene unfolding in front of me, as well as by the anticipationof what was likely to come. All the other times, I at least was able to sharethe embarrassment with the other man, who inevitably was in the same obviousstate of arousal as was I. Nevertheless, I stood there politely in all my glorywaiting for the two women to catch up to me.

Jill appeared focused on her task at hand, anddid not seem to be taking notice of me. She quickly unzipped the side zipperof her skirt, slid it down her legs, and stepped out of it, laying it on oneof the dining room chairs. She was wearing matching silk panties in the samepeach color as her bra, and she slid these down her legs also. As she turnedto place them on top of the pile of clothes on the dining room chair, I gota glance at her lovely ass. It was even more than I could have hoped for. Therewas a nice roundness to it, with a soft crack starting a few inches below herwaist and making its way down to clearly define the two cheeks. As she turnedtoward me, I could see a characteristic of her appearance that was not discerniblefrom the photographs on the nude beach. She was shaven completely clean inher pubic area, just as was Sarah (who often had me shave her as part of mysubmissive duties). Jill flashed me an impish grin, turned to Sarah (who bythis time was equally unclothed), and said, "Well, let's go."

Jill grabbed the wine, and each of us grabbed aglass. She slid open the door, and we went out to the deck. The night was alittle cool, as it was still early spring, so we didn't dawdle on getting intothe tub. I could see that it was very private back there; there were only woodsbehind us, and even in the largely denuded trees I couldn't see any lightsfrom neighboring houses. The way the house was positioned, neither of her neighborscould see the deck from their houses. She quickly threw off the cover of thehot tub, remarking with a big smile, "I was sort of hoping we might end uphere, so I heated it up before I left for the restaurant."

She poured each of us a glass of wine, we placedthem into the built-in cupholders, and hopped in. I've always loved hot tubs,especially at night when the air is cool. The warmth on your body, in contrastto the cool air surrounding your head, is a wonderful feeling. The three ofus sat there for a few minutes, each of us in a seat, just enjoying the relaxation,not saying a word. There were no noises, other than the rare car passing byon Jill's not-very-busy street, until she started the jets of the tub. It wasalmost, but not quite, a full moon; you could just make out a sliver of darknessencroaching on what was otherwise a beautifully lit circle. This far out inthe country, there were what seemed like millions of stars twinkling all aroundthe moon.

I had closed my eyes, and was taking a sip frommy wine glass which was within easy reach. The wine and the sound and feelof the bubbles in the tub combined to relax me enough that I was no longerat the same state of arousal I had been at in the dining room. After a fewminutes, I opened my eyes and saw that Sarah had moved over and was sittingin the seat next to Jill, both of them directly across from me. She had herhand behind Jill's head, and was lightly stroking her neatly cropped hair.Jill's eyes were closed in a state of reverie, and she seemed to be enjoyingthe attention.

After a few minutes of this, Sarah said to Jill, "Comehere, my pet." Jill's eyes snapped open, and she turned her head and lookeddirectly into Sarah's eyes.

"Yes, sweetie, come over here closer to me," Sarahcontinued. Jill did as commanded, scooting even closer to Sarah, until theirarms and legs were touching each other. Sarah took her hands, and placing themon either side of Jill's head, turned it toward her and began kissing her.

I was watching all this carefully, enjoying thesight quite a bit. I was getting aroused again, and quietly sipped my wineas Sarah's kisses became deeper, and Jill started making little moaning noises.They continued this kissing, with Sarah's hands continuing to stroke Jill'shair.

After a few minutes, Sarah pulled back, and saidto Jill, "Look into my eyes, pet, and don't break eye contact." Jill did asshe was told, and Sarah removed her hand from Jill's head and began to lightlystroke one of Jill's nipples, which were just at the water line. The same moaningnoises continued to emanate from Jill, audible even over the noise of the hottub. As Sarah's stroking gained in intensity, Jill began to close her eyesand throw her head back, the arousal quite evident in her reaction to Sarah'stouch.

Seeing this, I knew exactly what Sarah was goingto do – I had been in Jill's position enough to know what was coming.Sarah quickly grabbed hold of Jill's other nipple with her other hand, squeezedhard, and said, "No! I told you to look into my eyes. You won't stop doingthat until I tell you, do you understand?"

As she felt the sharp pull on her nipple, Jill'seyes shot open and she again focused on Sarah. She quickly said, "I'm sorry."

Sarah replied to her, "What did you say?" Jillrepeated, "I'm sorry."

Sarah squeezed the nipple once again, evoking awidening of Jill's eyes, and said to her, "Try again, pet, I still don't understandyou."

At this point, something must have clicked in Jill'smind, and she quickly said, "I'm sorry, Mistress Sarah." As she did so, a smallsmile came across Sarah's face, she released the one nipple, and continuedto stroke the other. She said to her new submissive, "That's much better, mysweet, I'm sure you will remember the proper way to address me next time."

Jill fought hard to maintain her concentrationand continue to look into Sarah's eyes, but I could see the great difficultyshe was under. After a few more moments of this, I saw Sarah's other hand dropdown into the water, and a second later, a sharp "Oh" emanate from Jill's lips.Because of the bubbles I couldn't see what Sarah was doing, but I could makea very educated guess based on Jill's reaction.

Sarah again admonished her, "Keep looking intomy eyes, my pet, or you will be punished." Jill did all she could to comply,but was fighting a losing battle. In some ways I envied her; I was merely aspectator to this display of dominance and submission, and I wished that Icould have been the one being dominated by Sarah. But in another way I wasintrigued, never having seen Sarah do this to another person, and I enjoyedthe opportunity to watch what was transpiring.

This continued on for another few minutes, thetwo women gazing deeply into each other's eyes. I could tell from the lookon Sarah's face that she was greatly enjoying this, and there was no doubtthat Jill was equally enamored with it. To her credit, Jill persevered throughthe difficult circumstances to maintain her concentration, even though I suspectthat she was perilously close to an orgasm as the slight movement of Sarah'sarm confirmed that she was stroking Jill underneath the water.

And then, just when I thought Jill could hold onno longer, Sarah stopped, saying, "That's enough of that for now," and reachedback and grabbed her glass of wine and began drinking it. Jill had a look onher face that was a cross between astonishment and frustration. I was rightin surmising that she must have been close to an orgasm, and was shocked tohave been brought to that brink and not be allowed to go over it. Before shecould do anything else, Sarah chimed in and said, "And oh, by the way – Idon't want you to touch yourself either. You're my pet for tonight, and I willlet you know when you can orgasm my dear." She then turned to me, and said, "Andof course Bob, the same goes for you – you will not come until I giveyou permission, is that clear?"

Hearing Sarah speak my name I snapped out of myown reverie, and quickly replied, "Yes Mistress Sarah." I knew the drill asto what was expected of me.

After finishing her wine, Sarah announced, "Okay,pets, it's time for us to get out. Jill, would you please get me a robe andtowel?" Jill replied, "Yes, Mistress," and quickly scrambled out of the tub,and into the house, returning in just a few seconds with a nice terry clothrobe and large bath towel. I climbed out of the tub and waited. Jill held therobe open as Sarah climbed out of the tub and briefly toweled herself off,and wrapped the robe around her. I could see Jill shivering in the cool air,but if Sarah noticed, she didn't let on. She walked toward the house, slappingboth of us sharply on our asses, and said, "Come along pets." The two of ussaid in unison, "Yes, Mistress," and followed along behind her.

We went up the stairs, Sarah correctly deducingthat the bedroom and bath must have been on the second floor. As we came tothe second floor, I saw that the entire floor was a master bedroom suite. Thebedroom was huge, with a king size, four-poster bed, and a large picture windowlooking out on the woods in the backyard. As we were still dripping, Sarahsaid to us, "Why don't you two pets go in the bathroom and get dried off. Don'tdawdle, though."

Jill and I did as instructed, moving into the bathroomwhich was very well appointed with a large Jacuzzi and tile floor. As we toweledoff, we looked at each other wordlessly. Even though we heard Sarah going downthe stairs and returning shortly after, we were fearful of conversation, asSarah was clearly in control now. We concluded without discussion that it wouldbe best to complete our task and get back to the bedroom as quickly as possible.

We put the towels back on the rack, went into thebedroom, and saw Sarah lying on the bed, the covers pulled back, flipping througha magazine. I noticed that there was only a single lamp on, next to the bed,and that she had lit a half dozen or so candles that were placed around theroom. She was still in the robe, but it was open around her so that we couldsee her naked body. As I described earlier, Sarah's physique was very similarin nature to Jill's – a little on the large side, but with wonderfulcurves, prominent breasts, and an ass that I just loved. She was lying there,with her shaved pussy quite visible to both of us. We were not sure what todo, so we just stood a few feet inside the bedroom from the bathroom waitingfor the next instruction. Luckily, it was warm enough in the house (Jill musthave still had her heat on) that I was no longer feeling the effects of thecold air after getting out of the hot tub.

After a few moments of this, Sarah put the magazinedown and turned off the light. My eyes quickly adjusted to the candle light,so that I could still see quite well. She continued to gaze at us, and said, "Aren'tthe two of you quite a pretty sight. You, Jill, with your womanly curves, andyou Bob, with that stiff cock sticking out straight in front of you." She wasabsolutely right, on both accounts – I knew that Sarah found Jill quiteattractive, and there was no doubt there was something sticking out in frontof me.

Sarah continued, "Now, just what am I going todo? Two playthings to choose from, I've never had to deal with this predicamentbefore." Just hearing these words aroused me even further. I could only guessat what was going to happen, but one thing I knew for sure: the rest of theevening was going to be orchestrated by Sarah.

Continued in Part 2