040. The Lake House | part 5

What starts as a regular threesome fantasy at the lake cabin slowly transforms into a light BDSM fantasy of control, spanking, and shared power.

by Sweet Euphoria
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Our walk turned out to be quite informative. I almost had to pull Sam from the water when Tracey admitted another fantasy; more recent than the threesome fantasy, but to my liking just the same. There we were at the water's edge, preparing to turn around when Tracey glances up toward the trees. I could feel her hands become warmer as her body heat had risen.

"Someone's getting another idea…isn't she?" I squeeze her hand and she smiles a devilish smile that would get a rise out of any hot-blooded male, young or old.

"Have either of you ever fantasized about BDSM?" Obviously comfortable with her surroundings, she continues. "I mean, not anything severe, but some playful bondage, perhaps? I am getting hot just looking at that tree over there. Oh the fun we could have; damn, this is making me wet. I better stop now."

That's when Sam, obviously shocked by what she'd just heard, stumbles over a log someone had tossed on shore and almost fell back into the water.

"Oh shit…I've said too much, haven't I? Sam, are you all right?"

I can't help myself and peer down her top when we both bend to help Sam off the ground. That's when my mind starts doing summersaults; thoughts tumbling over one another, trying to be first in line.

Just picture it, if you can…Me standing there at that tree with two of the most fascinating women around, naked and strung, hands over their head, mere inches from the other, almost able to touch. On second thought…they can touch. I urge them to touch as I do as I please with the toys I found hidden in Tracey's luggage. I know the whip doesn't have the same effect as it would if I were to strike it against a tiled floor or concrete in the basement, but still… Can you picture their firm breasts jiggling as they sway side to side or better yet, how they press against each other, allowing me to capture both in my teeth and nibble gently.

"Ahem, it's starting to get dark and I didn't bring a flashlight, so unless someone wants to end up in the water in the dark, I suggest we head back to the house."

"Yeah, that does sound like a good idea; besides, I'm feeling so tired, suddenly. We can discuss this in the morning over breakfast." Sam's obvious discomfort signals us that sleep is probably best right now. We've all had a long, active day.

Hand in hand, in hand, we head back to the house. Crickets serenade as we walk, our stride a bit quicker than when we first began the walk, but I figure it's just because it is getting so dark so fast now.

Back at the house Tracey apologizes to me, although I reassure her there's no need for it. Then sheepishly, she approaches Sam on the couch. "I'm truly sorry if I frightened you earlier. I guess I just figured that if the two of you were into this, then perhaps, you are into more. I shouldn't have been so blunt or maybe I should have approached you first. I don't know, but I do know that I'm sorry. I don't want to make it an issue that will change how you feel about me. And no matter what you decide, it will not change my feelings for either of you. The decision is yours; discuss it with Max, if you'd like." Tracey leans into Sam, hugging gently before excusing herself to the spare room opposite the bath.

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"Good morning, beautiful." Tracey's eyes widen and then glisten, knowing no hard feelings reside from the night before as Sam moves closer for a hug.

"And a good morning it is…now!" Tracey returns the hug and adds a passionate kiss, perhaps as a make- up kiss? Who knows, but their kiss is definitely filled with passion.

"Okay, about last night…" Sam breaks her embrace, but holds on to Tracey's hand. "I've thought it over and also discussed it with Max…And here's what we've decided."

"Both Max and I are what you might call novices at the whole BDSM thing. OK we've played out a few Master/Slave fantasies at home just between the two of us, but now that you've brought the subject up, we're both very much in favor of exploring it a little bit more, especially now that we've found you. The only condition we want to insist on is that it has to stop immediately if any of the three of us starts to feel uncomfortable for any reason. Is that ok with you?".

"Couldn't be better" replied Tracey, "that's exactly how I would want it to be too. You'll probably think I'm terrible, but I did bring a few toys and things with me in my case, hoping that everything would be good between the three of us, and we might give it a try". Her eyes sparkled with mischief, much as I expect mine were doing as I watched her speak, although I could not help letting my eyes wander down to take in the view of her nipples standing proud against the thin cotton of her tee shirt. She was also wearing an incredibly tight pair of shorts, with obviously nothing underneath, as her pussy lips were clearly visible.

Breakfast is somewhat hurried as the three of us are all excited at the thought of what the day might bring. Sam set out an array of warm croissants, fresh fruit, orange juice and coffee out on the deck overlooking the lake.

Just as I place the last mug in the dishwasher, a soft, seductive voice triggers goosebumps. "Can I suggest something, Max?" Of course I look to her with excitement building deep within, listening intently to her suggestion. "Sam and I are going to take a walk to the trees and after you finish up here I'd like for you to browse through the items in my suitcase and bring along whatever you think might be pleasurable."

I hope she didn't see the bit of drool slip from my lips as I pictured all sorts of delicious items in that case. God I am so hot for them both and the toys hiding upstairs. I reassure Tracey that I have everything under control and she can count on me not to disappoint. And with that, the two of them walk off hand in hand while I stroll into the bedroom and check out the case.

There are three lengths of soft white rope, several blindfolds, a couple vibrators, a leather paddle and two sets of handcuffs. Interesting! I think I'll leave the handcuffs for now, but picked up all the other items and put them into a small backpack. I head into the kitchen, empty a couple trays of ice cubes into a plastic bag to keep the drinks cool then run to catch up to the women.

Slightly winded, but I manage to catch up, they are sitting under the tree from last night, holding hands and kissing. It was a good thing I'm not the jealous type, as these two are obviously very close now; maybe even in love. They've changed into bikini tops and look up as I approach.

"Did you find anything to your liking, Max?" Tracey's devilish grin discloses the answer before I have a chance to catch my breath. I am grinning like a Cheshire cat, but manage a few words; "You'll just have to wait and see."

Sam giggles. I think she's a bit nervous to be honest. But, without further ado, I pull out the blindfolds and slip one on each of them, saying that they were not allowed to speak or give anything away while I make my preparations. Taking Tracey first, I lead her to stand under one of the thickest branches then throw one of the ropes over it and secure one end to each of her wrists with her arms high above her head. I repeat this for Sam, so that the two of them are facing each other, about 6 inches apart. They can feel each other's breath on their faces, knowing they must be close to each other.

I go to Sam first, and kiss the side of her neck. She shivers and moans softly. Standing behind her, I reach around, cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples. She moans again, a little louder this time and her tongue moistens her lower lip. I loosen the ties of her bikini top and watch it fall to the ground when she writhes, and next I unfasten her shorts and slide them off her, so that she is standing naked. At this point, her breath is erratic and she's clearly very aroused as her nipples stand proud. I leave her to ponder and anticipate my next move.

I move behind Tracey and trail one finger down her spine and into the back of her shorts. She wriggles when my finger finds the crack of her ass. God, this is so exhilarating! To be in such control; I could get used to this so easily. My cock is so hard, but still growing as I watch these sexy women writhe against my touch.

After removing Tracey's bikini top and shorts, I stand back to admire the scene before me, once again. It is very erotic seeing the two of them standing there, naked and helpless. I take off my own tee shirt and shorts; the temptation to jack off, right there and then, almost gets the better of me, but decide that I'd have a little fun first. And who knows, maybe one or both of them might do that for me later.

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