The Morning After
Chrissie slept uneasily, the ropes, whilst not tight, still restricted her, the knots digging into her flesh. I slowly untied her, the rope leaving delicious marks, and indentations on her skin.
“Em, would you take a few photos of my body…this way,” she asked, loving the look, and unembarrassed about asking for the memento.
Emily quickly grabbed her camera, opened the curtains a bit, and then ran off a dozen photos of Chrissie, seductively playing to the camera, rolling onto her stomach, lifting her ass, the rope marks clearly visible. She turned onto her back, her red hair deliciously dishevelled, and covered her pussy with her hands, the indentations of the ropes still fresh. I saw the look on Emily’s face, ideas for a future photo shoot forming. I slipped from the bed to go pee, and I heard the shutter clicking. I turned and looked at Emily, her wry smile, and a shrug of her shoulders as if to say, “What?”
I returned to the bed, Emily and Chrissie softly holding one another. I snuggled into Chrissie’s butt, my hand combing Emily’s hair as we all breathed,
“So, Chrissie. Tell us about last night. Was it good for you? We didn’t go too far?” I asked, still concerned we had pushed her too far.
“Tom…I have never been loved like that before. It was different from what I expected, though. I wasn’t sure what I’d be feeling. I absolutely loved it, though. It took a while to grasp what you were doing, and how it would end. I loved how controlled you were. God, Tom, you looked so fucking desirable! You were so focused, on me, and on what you were doing. God! Talk about intense! I loved you being in control, but not abusing or hurting me. It took a while to get used to being bound, knowing I wouldn’t be released ’til you said so. After I got used to that, God, I felt wonderful. So empowered, in a weird kind of way. You took it to a whole other level, darling. It was so much different from when you spank me, or grab me. You had me, whether I wanted that or not. I felt so calm sleeping last night. I kind of understand what it did for you, too. I want to get to that point, too. Em, you’d love it. I just know you would,” she sighed.
“I cannot wait to see the photos,” Emily smiled. “You looked so beautiful, Chrissie,” she smiled, and ran her fingers through Chrissie’s hair. “I never thought I’d like to be, well, possessed like that before. I didn’t think I’d like giving up that much of me, but after watching how you did it, Tom, well, I’d like to explore that with you both. I trust you. I trust you both,” she smiled, unashamedly.
“Well, that was our first time. As we go on, we can explore other aspects and techniques. I loved how close we all were,” I explained. “Now, Emily, I hope you didn’t feel left out? I’m glad you were here to help her, and to document this!” I chuckled. “Maybe we can teach Chrissie how to use a camera?”
“Tom, I’m happy you included me! I know it was ‘our’ date night, but also knew it was about Chrissie and you. I understand that. I…I loved it. I felt just as much a part of it as Chrissie. But yeah, We gotta teach her the basics of a camera!” she laughed.
The kids came rushing in, all arms, and smiles. As they grew older, it may be time for a lock on our door. Probably a step too far but…
“You’re making pancakes! Yay!” they both cheered at me. “And bacon!” Chloe giggled.
“Darn! You remembered!” I joked. “C’mon. Out! Let’s get things going. David? You flippin’ ’em today?” I asked.
“Sure am,” he drawled. Where he picked up that accent, God knows.
“Let’s go. We’ll let Mommy and Emily wake up, okay?” I said, and smiled at the two of them.
I leaned over and kissed Chrissie, then pulled Emily to me, and whispered, “Chrissie hasn’t had a shower yet so…” I smiled, and kissed her.
Emily’s POV
God, when Tom said that, my body shook. After the scenes I had watched last night, well, a girl has needs! I watched the door silently close, and turned to Chrissie, our mouths seeking each other.
“I think your husband wants me to take care of you, darling,” I hissed into her ear.
“I think you mean, our husband, sweetie?” she giggled.
“You looked so fucking hot last night, Chrissie. God, I’ve never seen you like that, sweetie. You’re so…amazing,|” I said and kissed her, my hands touching all the residual marks on her chest.
I loved how Tom shared this side of himself with me. He could have, so easily, saved it ’til their date night, but no, he wanted me involved, even vicariously! As it turns out, it was a bit more than vicarious! These two have completely turned my life upside down. My feelings for Chrissie have come so far in the recent weeks, and months. How this has grown, is anyone’s guess. I think I have to thank Tom. If he hadn’t come over, seduced his sister, and then me, well, goodness knows where we’d be! I feel freer now than at any time in my life. I think divorce suits me! It’s scary, don’t get me wrong, but when I’m with them both, those fears, and trepidation just fade away.
I held my Chrissie warmly. She had been put through the wringer last night by her brother! When Tom reminded me that Chrissie hadn’t showered yet, well, what’s a girl to do?
My wet mouth kissed every part of her deliciously lithe body. God, I was SO envious of her figure, but she was enamoured with my, well, fuller figure, so I guess all things equal out, don’t they? Our bodies weren’t that different though, just different proportions. Tom doesn’t seem to mind either, so…
My hands never tire of exploring her body, my fingers prodding, and touching her. I love her textures, her warmth. I slipped between her legs, Chrissie spreading them for me. I knew we didn’t have all the time we needed, or deserved, for that matter, so leaned down, and blew on her little tuft of red hair. Is cute the right word for it? Anyway, the things she does for Tom never ceases to amaze me. I had to slap her thighs as she was rushing me too much, not unusual for this little slut! I let her pull my head down onto her musky pussy. I could smell them both. God, and I thought Tom was a pervert? Well, yes he is, so it must be rubbing off!
I split her vulva, her gummy labia, fresh with her moisture, waiting for my tongue. I ran my slender finger around her vulva, her wetness adding to the sheen coating her. My tongue slid through her loose lips, another thing about Chrissie I was so jealous of! I slowly played with her gaping opening, smelling Tom’s pungent, night-old cream mixed with hers. Chrissie tried to pull my lips away, moaning, “Em…you don’t have…” and mewed.
“Mmm, behave…kitten,” I whispered, using Tom’s pet name, the one she adored hearing. “Now, be a good girl, Chrissie. We don’t have much time.”
Two fingers slid between her lips, Chrissie gasping at the welcome intrusion. I sucked her flowing juices, exaggerating the sound of swallowing, just to tease her. I moaned, unabashedly into her swollen pussy, letting Chrissie know how much I enjoyed pleasuring her. My fingers curled up inside her slick tunnel, slivering across her little bumpy ridges, my lips sucking on her vulva. My fingers slowly fucked her, sliding, and touching her. “Cum in my mouth, darling,” I whispered, and flicked her clit, Chrissie humming now, her low guttural noises in tandem with her pelvis pushing onto my lips. I rubbed my face across her gushy womanhood, as I wanted her scent on me all day.