He and I sat on the couch, admiring the view of the city and chatting like two old friends. The anticipation hung heavily in the air, I was nervous – I loved her but I’d never met her without an internet connection before.
After she completed her ablutions, she returned, her smile lighting up the room like a sparkler on the 4th of July. She sat between us on the couch, leaning against him and putting her hands over mine. We sat there for a few minutes quietly enjoying the feel of each other, heightening the anticipation of what was to come.
As the next song started they stood up and began dancing. I wandered over to the bar, never letting my eyes leave them long and pulled out a couple of waters and a gift for them – a bottle of her scotch of choice.
Their dancing began like the dancing you’d see at any club, not that I’ve frequented many, close and energetic and incredibly hot. I moved up behind her and began dancing with them, touching her lightly to let her know I was there. She leaned back into me, her hands playing across his arms chest and face and I began lightly caressing her hips, enjoying the feel of her and the shared affection I felt flowing between them.
The longer we danced the more intense the contact became – he slowly began undressing her as we danced, their lips only parting when she chose to kiss me instead. Her kisses weren’t like wine, they were something finer than that – they were the freezing water from melting snowpack, unsullied and pure, they were the heat of the lava flowing down from a newly erupting volcano. Fire and ice existing simultaneously.
Soon we had her naked – she was as gorgeous as I recalled from all our chats online – two souls from different worlds who’d happened to meet thanks to the great equalizer that is the internet. I could feel the heat radiating off of her and I could almost catch the scent of arousal from all three of us.
I looked at him with an inquiring lifted brow and showed him the item I’d pulled out of my pocket. He looked at me and grinned, nodding once that he felt the time was ripe as well.
As the song ended I walked over and grabbed a bottle of water, then slipped behind him as they were making out – she had her hands positioned perfectly behind his head and I easily snapped the cuffs onto them. She stopped making out and looked at me – I grinned back.
“I do believe it’s time for the spanking,” I said, my voice low and animalistic, a grin on my face.
“Agreed!” he said enthusiastically, with a note of amusement in his voice
“Yea! A Spanking!!!!!” was all she said as she lifted her hands over his head and proceeded to position herself over the arm of the sofa.
“Would you like to start?” I inquired of him.
“It’s my pleasure!” he responded.
He moved over to her and placed his hand on her lower back and began rubbing her ass to warm it up. Then he raised his hand and smacked down hard. I’d seen her get spanked often and knew how much she enjoyed it. I sat in the chair behind her and enjoyed the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and made particular note of the redness rising on her cheeks. Each strike was accompanied by gasp and a moan of pleasure from the woman receiving them. I could see wetness already glistening between her legs. As the spanking continued, I reached over and opened the black bag next to me.