‘Oh, God, I love that thing,’ enthused Rob. ‘Have you seen it, Richard?’
‘More than once. She was with me when she bought it, actually. I remember her modelling it in the changing room of the shop. I had to test drive it, you see. Make sure it worked.’
‘You spanked her in the changing room?’ Rob sounded impressed.
‘Yep. Remember that, Lucy?’
She cringed a little at the recollection.
‘Everybody heard,’ she said.
‘Mmm,’ said Richard, apparently reliving the scene. ‘You can wear that tomorrow.’
‘I’m in for a busy day then,’ she said happily, snuggling.
‘What do you think about tomorrow, Richard?’ asked Rob. ‘Are we on the same page enough to play a double-hander, do you think?’
‘What, top her together, instead of in turn?’
‘Yeah. I think we can read each other pretty well. Should we give it a go?’
‘I don’t see why not. What do you think, Lucy?’
Lucy bit her lip. ‘I think that’s the scariest thing I’ve ever heard. And also the hottest.’
‘That’s settled then. So, if we’re going to be up
to fun and games tomorrow, we ought to think about getting some sleep.’
Rob removed his arm from Lucy’s shoulder, looking over at the staircase.
‘Oh! Sleeping arrangements!’ Lucy remembered that there was one double room and one single. ‘Who’s going to take the back bedroom?’
Rob and Richard looked at each other. Nobody volunteered. Nobody spoke. Nobody blinked.
Lucy woke up the next morning dimly conscious of the rain still falling, as it had done in her dream. Her limbs were pleasantly sore from last night’s exertions, but not so much as to put her off getting up to more mischief today. Her back passage was still a little stingy from Richard’s vigorous use of it, but the effects of the strapping were long gone, her bottom cheeks back to pristine condition. Her pussy, she realised straight away, was wet and felt empty, needful of attention.
Who would be able to help her out with that?
On her right side, Richard lay, sprawled on his back with his limbs all akimbo, exhaling little half-snores at the ceiling. His eyelashes were long and sooty-black on his cheek and his morning shadow darkened his chin like a drawn-on beard. He looked so boyish in sleep, so unlike the elegant, rather autocratic man she knew by day.
On her left, Rob was curled up in a foetal ball on his side, and his more youthful face was noble, like a marble knight on a cathedral tomb, straight-nosed and full-lipped.
She kissed first Rob and then Richard. Rob woke immediately, his eyes shining into life, while Richard muttered and twitched and turned over.
‘I’m not having that,’ said Lucy, wriggling into a spoons embrace with Rob, letting his hand wander down her hip and between her thighs while the other cupped her breasts.
She began to massage Richard’s shoulders, bending forward to breathe hot kissing breath on the back of his neck.
He sighed and shifted, then twisted his neck to face Lucy, his eyes momentarily confused.
‘Oh, we’re here,’ he said. ‘That’s right. Morning, Robert.’
‘Morning,’ said Rob, laconic as he pushed his fingers between Lucy’s pussy lips and rubbed her clit.
‘Is this a private party or can anyone join in?’
Lucy moaned and rubbed her head back against Rob’s chest.