And so, it is Summer. And we are free.Having driven for an hour or so, we are coming close to our destination. Driving along the coast road, the sea close by, sparkling blue, and the sky an azure dome above, it could not be more perfect. "According to the sat-nav, we should be nearly there." says my Master, brow furrowed in puzzlement, "but I can´t see anything. Either of you spot anything I´m missing?"Certainly, there is nothing that looks like a beach house in sight. There are dunes, pinned in place with tough grasses and with little pink belled creeping plants sprawling across the sand, a couple of small boats moored by a tiny quay, fishermen´s boats perhaps, and a small hotel a mile or so away. It is a gorgeous spot, but there is nothing that resembles the timber-built, wooden shuttered beach house of my imagination.Loaned to my Master for the Summer by the CEO of the company he is contracted to. The three of us: my Master, Michael, my Lover, and I, have travelled here
My Master peers at my butt. "I did have words with Kris about that afterwards. I had stipulated that he was not to leave any lasting marks.""A fat lot of good that did!" Michael is clearly furious. "I don´t know what the hell to make of the pair of you sometimes..." Then he sounds upset. "For pity´s sake Charlotte, you´ve got to take better care of yourself. What would I do if something happened to you?"My Master looks abashed. "Charlotte, I´m sorry. It won´t happen again."Michael is not so easily put down. "It shouldn´t have happened in the first place! You can turn over now." As he finishes tending my sore stripes, he slaps my backside, making his point, as I holler a loud protest."Serves you right," he mutters, his voice livid.Michael´s obvious displeasure casts a bit of a pall. He stretches out on a beach towel and picks up a book.Feeling foolish, I lie back and try to read my own book.As the pain-killing cream works its magic, I begin to feel better. The warm
We choose the largest, front bedroom as our accommodation. Again, it overlooks the sea, with windows to front and both sides.Wearing a large furry bathrobe, I stand, staring out, watching a yacht on the horizon as it sails out, falling over the edge of the world...Michael unpacks, hanging his clothes neatly. My Master I notice is looking speculatively across the room."Something wrong, Master?""Not at all. I was just... wondering... about Richard Haswell´s tastes..."I look around. At first glance, it is a perfectly normal, although very grand, bedroom. Then I look at it again, through my Master´s eyes, taking in a few details.The bed is a four-poster, solidly built in timber. Several brass rings support heavy curtains on the frame, but they do look very secure. Those rings would easily support the weight of, say, a human body.There is a basket weave chair, supported from a hook in the ceiling and overlooking the amazing view. Again, nothing in itself, but I follow t
This wonderful place has a timeless quality. One day following the next, full of blue skies, the sound of the sea and a feeling that this summer will last forever.Long walks by the water, both separately and together, a chance to catch up on books I have wanted to read, and the time to simply be with my two Lovers.How perfect can life be?-----My skin has had enough sun, too much really; it´s time to cover up. Bikini-clad, I wander into the bedroom, looking for my robe.Michael is there, staring out to sea through the enormous picture window."It´s a stunning view, isn´t it?"He turns. "It is, yes."He looks sad, upset. "Michael. Are you alright?"He shrugs. "Just thinking.""Can I help? Is there something I can do?""No, I don´t think there is, Charlotte. It´s not your fault."My fault?"Michael, have I done something to upset you?"He shakes his head, looking down, not speaking. Not looking at me."Michael, what is it? What have I done? Tell me what i
The vibe inside me is in fact, making it very difficult for me to keep my legs together. My pelvis is shuddering and shaking, my pussy liquefying.He seizes me by my locked ankles, pulling me straight, squaring me up to the foot of the bed. Looping one end of the rope around an ankle, he tugs at it, to slide it between my feet. Then he stretches out the rope, coiling it around the upright on one side of the four-poster, and then the other side, before stretching it back, tensioning the rope a little, and tying the end to my other ankle."You see," he says, conversationally, "I can do this now." And he pulls at the rope. As it pulls, my ankles are firmly and irresistibly prised apart, my legs opened.He pulls on the rope until my ankles are about a foot apart. He surveys me. "You know, I think we can do better than that."He unties one ankle, all the while holding a tight grip on my leg, and then reties me at the knee. He repeats this on my other leg.Then he tightens the rop
"How long have you been there?""Oh, I think I caught most of it. I heard a rumpus from downstairs, and came to see if something was amiss..." He leans forward onto his knees. "You know I would have paid to see this if it weren´t free. And yes, I think I will; thank you, Michael."As Michael sits beside me, tormenting my nipples, my hips in convulsions, my Master settles on his stomach between my thighs."Don´t let her cum. If she gets close, stop her," says Michael."Of course." My Master leans in, lapping at me, licking up my hot juices, swiping circles inside me. My pussy begins to vibrate, but he feels it and withdraws, instead, licking my thighs, before withdrawing back to his chair. "Ah, no, Charlotte. You and Michael started this one. I´m just an observer here."That didn´t feel like fucking observation...Michael gives the clamp a last pinch, watching me closely again. "Nope, I think that one´s done its best too."He removes both clamps, and the pain subsides a li
The three of us sit out on the terrace, overlooking the sea. In the heat, coffee, juice and toast are as much as any of us wants for breakfast."I have to go back to the city for a few days," announces my Master. "I´ll be setting off after breakfast. Is there anything that either of you wants bringing back?"Michael shrugs. "No, I´m good.""Me neither, Master, but this is a bit sudden, isn´t it? You never mentioned it before.""I´ve only just found out when I checked my e-mails this morning. Haswell wants to talk to me about something.""Is everything alright?""I think so. The tone was light enough. I´m hoping he wants to discuss an extended contract.""Good luck on that one," says Michael. "You can have this place every summer for me..."After breakfast, my Master changes into his suit. "I´ll only be a couple of days I think," he says, kissing me on the forehead. "See you soon.""Take good care of her," he says to Michael."My pleasure."-----It´s hot, really
I chuckle but, enjoying myself, continue my teasing. The control I have, of having my Lover under me, of choosing when and how I will allow myself to be penetrated...I gasp. Michael, gripping my hips hard, holding me still, drives upwards, spearing me in one smooth movement.I yell and laugh at the same time. It feels so good. My slick pussy, stretched open by the thick shaft inside me, flows and pulses as our bodies merge.Even in the darkness, I see the whiteness of his grin. "Enough teasing, Madam." And he flips me over, onto my back. "Now we´ll see who has control..."And he thrusts, hard, and again."Scream for me, Charlotte. I want to hear you..."It takes no effort. Michael is pummelling me inside, and it feels... just amazing.Shrieking and laughing, I swing my legs, wrapping them around him, allowing him to penetrate me even more deeply."Ah, that´s it... you´re going to walk bow-legged tomorrow..."He´s probably not wrong. I move to meet him, colliding my b
MICHAELBeth feels wonderful and is reacting beautifully. My arms around her, a warm tit weighing heavily into my left hand, the right working her below as she watches and listens to Charlotte, Richard and James together; every nuance and detail of her reactions tremble through to me.And the song Charlotte is singing has its effect on both of us. The sound of her orgasm washes through Beth, every muscle answering the sound of my red-haired beauty in climax.She´s on the build herself; panting and flushed, sweating freely, and her pussy spilling hot juices over my hand as I stroke her lips and clit. My chest pressed against her, the ripple and vibe of her mounting climax echoes through to me and she smells wonderful..."You´re beautiful, Beth," I whisper to her.She´s is soft and sweet and gentle; a sub in every sense. Not that I don´t appreciate Charlotte; she´s the most exciting woman I´ve ever known. But there´s something about Beth; my Charlotte as she might have been had
BETHMichael is close to coming, his thigh muscles juddering and a steady flow of bitter-sweet pre-cum trickling over my tongue and face...... Should I stop?... No, he´ll say if he wants me to...Abruptly, he pulls free from me, smiling down with those amazing blue eyes. "The Lady´s turn, I think," he says, "before I blow my top entirely too early..."Reaching down, he scoops me up in his arms, lifting with no apparent effort. "Onto the bed with you, Madam," he says, dumping me without ceremony onto the huge four-poster bed that dominates one end of James´ ´playroom´. My breath snatching, I watch as he strips off his clothes with easy economical movements."I´d like to lie you down and massage you," he says, "but I also want you to watch your husband fucking my wife over there, so I think we´ll do it a little differently... Up..." And he pulls me onto my knees, again with no obvious effort...... Ye gods, but he´s strong...... re-adjusting me to his liking. "That´s i
MICHAELEven from here I can see that Richard is much more confident with Charlotte this time. Not that he isn´t a Dom through and through, but the first time we did this together, for Beth´s birthday, it was a surprise for her and he was wary of upsetting her by being with Charlotte.It´s clear that this time, he has no such reservations. He and Beth must have talked it through...Charlotte´s going to have some stripes on her ass, that´s for sure...She´ll love it...And I have Beth, the lovely, gentle, submissive Beth. Outwardly, so like my own Charlotte, but her personality so different. Charlotte is a sub when it suits her to be. And when all is said and done, she is only truly a sub for James...He looks at her, and she´s on her knees...But Beth is the full-blown item, the real McCoy. A submissive through to the marrow, in the bedroom and in life...But this time you don´t look nervous either...The first time her husband ´gave´ her to me, I took the time to
MICHAELThe coffee done, liqueurs drunk and the last corners filled with tiny hand-made truffles, we sit. And gradually, the chatter fades.... We all know where this is going...I see something pass between James and Richard...... They really did plan this between themselves...... and Richard stands, acknowledges me, the question in his eye and I nod assent...... She is my wife after all...He turns to Charlotte, offering her his hand. She takes it, rising, and his gaze returns to mine, eye-pointing me to Beth.Standing, I offer my hand to the jade-eyed lovely seated next to me. "Beth?"Her cheeks showing the smallest of blushes, she accepts my hand and rises.Together, the five of us descend the steps to the basement and James´ ´playroom´; a dungeon by any other name.... How did he manage to arrange all this, and I didn´t notice?BETHIn the basement, James´ demesne, is all the equipment and paraphernalia of a Master, in just the setting one would expect
MICHAELBeth is blushing... and when I look at her, she drops her gaze.Ah...This isn´t about just Christmas dinner, then...Then I chuckle."What´s funny?" asks Richard. But there´s a twinkle in his eye that says he knows exactly what is funny."If you knew how many times this morning James has stopped me cornering Charlotte and um... wishing her a Merry Christmas."Eyes crinkling, he starts to reply, but..."Are you going to keep them on the doorstep all day?" asks James from over my shoulder."Oh, I´m sorry," I apologise. "You caught me by surprise. I´m not thinking straight..." I cast a glance back at James. "Someone kept me in the dark about this." He looks entirely unrepentant, simply giving me a ´Who? Me?´ kinda look...Charlotte´s voice echoes down the hall. "Who is it?""Come and look," I shout.She appears down the hall in an apron and a wooden spoon in one hand. She sees Beth and Richard, shrieks with surprise and comes running down the hall, arms st
JAMESAs soon as I´m alone, I go to my office, booting up my laptop to check the weather forecast and the state of the roads. The forecast is good; biting temperatures, but clear sunshine. And just as I turn the machine off again, there is a rumble from outside. I flick the curtains back to see a snow plough grinding its way up our mountain road.... Perfect...... Now for the turkey...In the kitchen I organise myself, laying everything out to hand:Onions, chestnuts, salt, pepper, parsley, celery, bread crumbs... The front door bangs as I hear the two of them come in again, echoing down the hall. She´s making a helluva holler...Pausing from chopping onions, "Something wrong?" I call.Footsteps ring down the hall and Michael sticks his head around the door, eyes dancing. "Nothing that won´t be sorted out by getting her sweater off and removing the snowball that went down her neck and... um... lodged."I run this scenario through my head, then grin. "You mean she´s
CHARLOTTEI wake, my sleepy face pressed into my Master´s chest, his arms around me, and snuggle closer, burying myself in his wonderful scent, musky and masculine.The light is dim; that grey pre-dawn light that comes before the sun rises. And at this time of year, in the deep of Winter, it will be some while before daylight truly arrives.Nuzzling at him, I work myself deeper into my Master´s embrace, feeling him kiss the top of my head. I love this drowsy time of the morning; when we are all three together, undisturbed, and with the day lying out there, freshly minted and waiting to be discovered.Michael, from his breathing, sounds as though he asleep, but sleeping or not, he´s feeling horny; the evidence is pressing into my back.Vaguely, I puzzle to myself. I went to sleep in Michael´s embrace. Somehow, I´ve changed over in the night.I roll over between the sheets, careful to keep my Master´s arms around me, and as I settle on my other side, he spoons up behind me, h
JAMES"Good evening, Charlotte. Are you alright there?" asks Richard, billionaire CEO of the Haswell Corporation.She´s standing in the lobby, sipping from a mug. "I´m fine thanks," she smiles. "I´m just waiting for Michael to pick me up. He said he was running a bit late, but Kirstie´s made me a coffee while I wait." She head-points the Concierge at her desk, who smiles politely and then returns to where she is working on her laptop."Ah well, we´ll wait with you then for a minute or so. Ross is just bringing the car around.""Richard and I have a meeting with the shareholders," I say. "I should be home around six, but I´ll let you or Michael know if I´m going to be any later."She nods, then we stand in a slightly awkward silence, listening to Christmas Carols drift across the lobby. After a minute, Richard, with an air of making conversation says, "So, Charlotte, are you looking forward to Christmas?""Oh, yes. I am..." Her smile is bright. She´s all little girl enthusia
BETHAt Michael´s words, I let out breath that, all unknowing, I´d been holding. He moves to stand behind me, one arm curved around my waist, whispering to me, "Beth... Yes?"I almost sigh the word. "Yes.""Would you like to watch them fuck Charlotte? Or would you prefer to go next door?"Blushing. "I´d like to watch.""Thought you might. Want to join in with them?"My mouth is suddenly dry. "Um, no. I don´t think I´m ready for that." Suddenly anxious, "Is that alright?"He kisses the tender nape of my neck. "Of course, it is. This is about enjoying yourself. Not about going anywhere you´re unwilling or unready for..."The heat of his mouth settles at the top of my spine as he nibbles and mouths at the soft skin there. I smile to myself as, steering me by the arm around my waist, he angles me to watch Charlotte as her two ´Masters of the Evening´ splay and spread her. Michael may not share their taste for outright domination, but he still enjoys being in charge of a wom