Chapter 1: In the Beginning.

I have a really lovely place in one of those leafy upmarket suburbs we all read about as kids. The house is great, one of those old colonial styles, with 12-ft. ceilings and huge bay windows looking over a sloping lawn.

I share the house with my wife of about 22 yrs. and my submissive. Anna, my submissive, is great. Roughly 5ft 9 tall, light brown hair, long, long legs, blue eyes and tits to die for.

We use the front bedroom as our computer room, as the kids have long left home. The room has a massive bay window that looks over the front yard down to the street, maybe 20 feet from the window.

It used to be the marital room, but we needed a slightly more private space to ‘play’ in when Anna came to stay. I’m not sure the neighbours would appreciate looking in through the window at our slave cross, whip rack and various paddles.

My computer is set up in the alcove the bay window is set in, so I can watch the street and people walking by as I idle away playing games on it.

One beautiful warm spring afternoon, I decided I’d had enough work and slipped away. Unfortunately, roadworks prevented me from driving to the front of the house, so I parked the car at the back gate and wandered inside.

My wife Vicky has the afternoon shift, so I should have Anna all to myself for the afternoon. I entered through the back door, then glanced in the various rooms as I looked for my girl. As I pass the front living room, I notice our neighbour from across the road is watering her lawn. I smiled to myself, knowing where Anna was now. Sure enough, she is sitting at the computer pretending to play, but in reality, she is just doing her best to tease our neighbour.

Chuckling to myself, I decided to watch for a while to see what my girl would do. Anna is wearing only a short denim skirt, which barely covers her ass. It rides up whenever she sits down, a halter top, which exposes most of her breasts, and nothing else.

The neighbour is a pretty wee thing. A little tubby, with large mounded breasts, blonde hair, brown eyes and the kind of peaches and cream complexion you usually associate with English girls.

Her husband is an accountant. He’s quite a lot older than her and very conservative. One of those guys always dressed in a suit, even on the weekends. A small man with curly black hair and that kind of short-sighted squint you get with people who spend all their time looking at figures and computer screens.

He disapproves of us, turning his back whenever one of us says hello, pretending he didn’t hear and walking quickly inside. His wife just blushes, giggles and dutifully follows him inside. They married this past fall and moved in only a couple of months ago.

Erica, the neighbour, is ostensibly watering her front yard. In reality, she is trying her best not to stare at Anna. Erica can see clearly into the computer room from where she is standing. Although she tries to pretend she is doing anything else, her eyes keep getting drawn to Anna.

Anna slumped into the computer’s chair and casually draped one leg over the armrest. With her legs spread wide apart, her shaven pussy was exposed to anyone walking past on the street. Anna’s right hand controls the mouse as she supposedly plays some game on the console. I can see the screen from my vantage point. It is blank, and the computer isn’t even turned on. She is ‘playing’ with the neighbour, not the screen.

Not glancing across the street, Anna places her hand on the inside of her knee. Then, scrunching slightly further forward, she slowly starts stroking the inside of her thigh. Anna’s making slow, languid, circular strokes as she moves her fingers slowly closer to her pussy. Then, tossing her hair back, closing her eyes, but covertly watching the neighbour, she allows her fingers to brush across her pussy lips.

Even from here, I can see the blush creep across Erica’s face. Her knuckles are white on the nozzle of the hose. But like a moth to the flame, her eyes are drawn to what Anna is doing. Anna starts slowly stroking her pussy, circling her clitty, dipping into her vulva.

Almost without realising it, Erica slowly moves closer to the edge of her lawn. Her eyes are fixed on what Anna is doing.

Watching her from below lowered eyes, Anna straddles her clit with two fingers. Stroking firmly up and down, occasionally dipping into her pussy. Her hips start to thrust in time with her strokes.

Letting the mouse go, Anna slips her right hand inside her halter top. Then, pulling the top down, Anna exposes her left nipple, pinching and pulling on it as she strokes herself.

Erica is frozen in place. Involuntarily, her tongue slips out and wets her suddenly dry lips. Anna pulls the top all the way down, exposing both her breasts. Her right hand takes over from her left. She has two fingers on her clit stroking and fingers dipping into and out of her pussy. Lifting her hips a little higher, she spreads her legs wider.

Anna’s legs are now hanging over the armrests of the chairs with her pussy gaped wide open and the little rosebud of her anus exposed to our neighbour and anyone else who wanders by.

Dipping the index finger of her left hand into her pussy Anna slides that finger down to her little rosebud, slowly rimming her ass. Moving from pussy to anus in slow motions, Anna gently lubricates her ass. Then as her orgasm approaches, she slides a finger into her butt.

Erica is mesmerised, almost frozen in place. Involuntarily her hand goes to her breasts. Then, without even being aware, Erica stroked her left breast, gently pulling on the nipple.

Anna goes rigid, arching her spine back as her orgasm hits her. A grunt escapes Anna as she thrusts against her probing fingers, letting her orgasm wash over her. Then she slowly settles back into the chair as the tremors subside. Suddenly she opens her eyes, stands up and stares straight at the neighbour. She smiles and stretches, then covers her breasts.

Erica is mortified. Dropping the hose, she runs inside.

Anna, just shrugs, rearranges her skirt and goes to sit down.

At this point, I step into the room. “Having fun, miss?” I ask. She squeals, spinning around to face me. Her eyes drop, and she looks down to the ground trying to look contrite, but I can see a little smile on her lips.

“So, what exactly are we doing, miss?” I question.

“Nothing, Sir”, she says.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been watching?”

“No, Sir”, she replies.

“Then it would probably be unwise to lie to me then, wouldn’t it?” I say.

“I was masturbating whilst watching Erica water her lawn”, she answers.

“What you were doing, miss, was teasing that poor girl again. Were you not?”

In a small voice, Anna says, “Yes, Sir.”

“And what have I told you about doing that?”

“You said I was to stop as it was unfair on her. That unless her husband permitted her to play with us, I was to leave her alone, Sir.”

Now starting to look contrite, Anna tried to peer upward through her lashes to see how angry I was. Then, there was a knock on the door.

‘Wait here’, I say. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”

I walked to the front door. It was Erica. A little surprised, I said, “Hello.”

“Can I come in, please? She asked.

I showed her into the front room. Erica saw Anna standing, eyes down and hands clasped in front of her.

She looked at me, “Am I allowed to ask what is happening?’”

I stood looking at her for a time, then glanced at Anna. Anna nodded her head.

“I am discussing this wenches actions with her and deciding if punishment is due.”

A surprised gasp escaped Erica’s lips.

“I don’t want her punished on my account”, she says. “I enjoyed her little ... ummm ... show.”

A small, shy smile crosses her face, and she blushes bright red.

I cross my arms and stand as tall as I can. At 6ft 4, that’s pretty tall. Slowly the confidence seeps out of Erica. Her eyes lowered, and she looked down at the ground.

“Sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to be impertinent”, she whispers.

“Why are you here, Erica?” I asked. I’m sure it’s not to ensure this wench is not punished.”

Erica’s lower lip trembled, and tears slowly welled in her eyes.

“Harry is soooo conservative, and we never do anything fun. Sex is every Sat morning, and it’s over so very quickly. It’s always straight sex in the missionary position. I see the three of you laughing together, cuddling together. My mind races with everything you are probably doing ... and I want so much to be part of it, Sir.

Erica slowly stumbled to a halt.

Inwardly surprised but keeping a calm demeanour, I watched her. An ever-deepening blush flowed across her face.

“You would betray your husband, so?” I asked.

In a small voice, Erica answered, “Yes.”

“We, meaning the three of us, do not play with one half of a married couple without the permission of the other,” I said.

“So, I can play if Harry lets me or joins me?” Erica asked

“Maybe”, I replied. “Depending on what Mistress Vicky (MsV) says and what Anna wants.”

Anna raised her head. “I want to play with this girl if I can, Master, please.”

“Silence”, I commanded without looking at her.

Slowly I walk around Erica, looking at her assets. Fairly short, with large rounded breasts and a nice plump ass. A full-figured girl, almost Rubenesque, who, if she is not careful, will probably run to fat as she gets older. But firm for now.

I thought to myself, ‘This could be fun.’

“So you think you will be able to get Harry’s permission? If he is as boring and staid as you say, I can’t imagine he will agree to his new wife joining us for a sex session.”