Chapter 57

While the blonde gracefully entered the booth on Mandy’s side, her companion sat beside me. Despite a good bit of bench separating us from them, still Mandy shuddered. Although her deep brown eyes scanned Mandy, then me, the man’s gaze remained fixed only on the woman.

“Hmm.” A curt sigh left her. “Look, no point in wasting all our time. So, I’ll get right down to it.” She focused on Mandy. “Then you can decide.”

“Okay,” I muttered. “Talk.”

“I’m Denise and”—she pointed across the table—”that’s my husband Simon. I think we’d be a splendid match for your wife’s first time.”

At being called my wife, Mandy purred. As the soft tinkling of the collar’s rings echoed, her lips quivered against my neck.

“I overheard your conversation,” the woman continued. “It was lovely. You two are made for each other. Trust me, we know.” She smiled at Simon, who didn’t move a single muscle. “We’re also your cabana neighbors. And, um, couldn’t help noticing how playful you’ve been all day. Look, I’ll just come right out and say it. You’re both very hot, and we’d like to play with you.”

Although she beamed the nicest smile, she was careful to keep her clasped fingers on the table. Nor did she make any move towards Mandy. When Mandy only shivered and I kept the same grin, she cleared her throat.

“One, Simon only likes to watch,” she continued. “If he’s a good boy and waits until I’m done, I may give him a blowjob. So, I can guarantee his cock will stay in his hands or in my mouth. Two, I quite enjoy being used. However, dear Simon is such a delightful submissive. So, this is the only place I get to lose control.”

“Lose control?” I asked.

“Yes.” She nodded. “It would be thrilling if you—both of you—played with me while my husband watches. No heavy bondage or pain. If he or I do anything either of you don’t wish, tell us and we stop. Or leave. No questions asked.”

Wide-eyed and with her eyebrows arched, Mandy was silent as the blonde ended her business-like presentation. While sweeping the tip of her tongue over her lips, Mandy scanned everyone again.

Fists clasped in his lap, Simon hadn’t moved and remained focused on his wife. Meanwhile, she sat, back straight and shoulders level, with her hands firm on the table. A grin fixed on her neutral face, she was awaiting a response. After a cough to clear my throat, I slid my hand into Mandy’s.

“As you heard earlier.” I again glanced at Mandy but wore a wide smile while adding, “It’s my gorgeous wife’s call.”

As soon as the word “wife” left my mouth, Mandy shuddered. A quiet blast of air hissed from her as she lurched forward before catching herself with her other hand. Ablaze, her eyes bored into me. Yeah, there’d been a lot of fantasies also floating in her head all year long.

“Your decision, sweetheart.” While grinning at her, I gave her fingers a gentle squeeze.

“Hmm, uh, well, it is my, um, birthday.” Despite her hand continuing to tremble in my grip, she again scanned Simon. Face inscrutable, he was still locked on his wife. Tense, he too awaited further instructions. Then she returned to Denise while gesturing at the silent man. “He keeps his dick away from me?”

“Oh, yes, absolutely.” She nodded solemnly. “If he does anything like that, he knows he’ll be punished.” After narrowing her brows at him, she added in an icy tone, “Severely.”

At that glare and her direct voice, Simon blinked. Also, though brief, a tremor rippled through him. No question, she was a strict mistress.

When Mandy nodded, I started to relax, but then she glanced at me as that impish grin appeared. Before I could comment, her fingers tightened around mine, and with a groan, she leaned to clamp her teeth on Denise’s lower lip. As the blonde’s eyelids flew wide, the universe wobbled. But Mandy remained focused on her eyes. Only after a flicker appeared did she giggle and release the woman.

“And you? You sultry little bitch. Enjoy being used, huh?” With blue eyes twinkling, she ran her tongue around the blonde’s quivering mouth. “You really wanna be my toy?”

Was she channeling her playtime with Cinder? Perhaps. They’d both come on strong. But Mandy had also latched onto that deeper desire within the blonde. She’d said she wanted to be used, but the question, as always, was how much?

Either way, Denise gasped, but remained motionless. Only when Mandy, grinning, gave her a quick kiss did she nod.

“Y-Yes,” she murmured, then swallowed loudly.

The air caught in my throat flowed once more, then staggered as Mandy gazed up at me. Gods above, if we had found each other much earlier and been married. Okay, I would’ve been different. Too rash, back then. But wow, we’d have been an unstoppable team. Not that we weren’t fast becoming one.

At my nod, she turned to the woman. “Okay.” Again, she tapped her lips on the blonde’s trembling mouth, and a quiet moan slipped from Denise. “My husband and I agree.”

“Th-Thank—”

“Strip for me, bitch.”

At Mandy’s curt voice, I jolted. She sounded like me, commanding Cinder. So, yes, she’d learned something else. Plus, we’d become a helluva team.

In any event, it worked, and Denise flew into action.

As she swallowed, her hands flew over the buttons, undoing her top. When she ripped it away, my pulse thundered as her pale breasts swayed into view. Larger and fuller than Mandy’s with puffy upturned areolas, they were tipped with thicker stems.

“Nice tits,” Mandy said, catching my inspection.

Before the woman could reply, she tore the top from her hands. As she rolled the sheer material, Denise shoved her skirt and panties down her legs. When Mandy held out her hand, the blonde deposited them in her palm.

“Hmm, never had a slut of my own, master,” Mandy muttered while dropping the noose-shaped blouse around her neck.

With a sigh, she reclined against me and raised one leg, draping it over the rear of the bench. Her other stretched wide under the table, its stiletto dragging on the tile. As she lifted her hem, I gulped. Her bare seam was glittering.

“Prove your worth, cunt,” she murmured while reaching for the rolled noose. “My husband is so mean. Hasn’t let me come all day.” She ran a glossy fingernail along her flushed slit. “Mmm, I really need to have my pussy licked.”

Once more, breath caught in my throat. Yes, Denise had said she wanted to play, but Mandy was coming on awfully strong. Then again, Cinder hadn’t even...

One swift tug on the noose, and that thought ended. Eyes wide, Denise dropped to the bench and shoved her face between Mandy’s outstretched legs. Just as Mandy’s hand shot forward, driving her slender fingers deep into swirling blonde tresses, the blonde whimpered, pressing deeper.

“Oh, mmm.” Mandy arched upwards and moaned. “F-Fuck, master. Mmm, she’s...”

As her voice faded into a larger groan, Mandy crushed my fingers and rolled her head to stare at me. Eyes ablaze, she gnawed on her lips. When I slid my free hand into her dress to find a spike-tipped cone, she writhed, unleashing a much louder moan.

From between Mandy’s shaking legs, Denise stared up at us while swirling her open mouth against Mandy’s slit. As slurps mixed with wet sucking noises, her clawed fingers roamed Mandy’s spread, quivering thighs.

On my other side, Simon hadn’t moved. His gaze remained fixed on what he could see of his wife. With the table blocking his view, that was only the top of the twisting hair and the occasional rise of her firm, pale rear.

At Mandy suddenly bucking upwards from the leather, I returned to her right as her eyes disappeared behind fluttering long eyelashes. Her fingers crushed my hand again. Just as Denise’s sucking grew louder, I squeezed the hard nipple. With a loud cry, she squirmed and shuddered against me.

When the blonde moved a hand under herself and started squirming, Mandy’s head whipped from me to gaze at her. Right as her lips parted, starting another moan, she hissed and gave Denise a quick slap on her cheek.

“Don’t even think about it, bitch,” she murmured.

The world staggered and blurred when Denise’s fingers reappeared. As the blonde continued to draw moans from Mandy, they returned to her quivering thigh.

“G-Good, um, girl,” Mandy whispered before returning to gaze up at me.

Alight with blue fire, her eyes were white-rimmed. Yeah, she’d caught that too from the videos. And come into her own, again. Crossed another line. As she bucked once more, clutching at my hand and running her tongue across her trembling lips, I smiled. Gods above, those gorgeous glimmering pools flared.