Golden Shower 2

This continues the happens of Wednesday. If you missed the first part it’s here: https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/golden-showers-8b501ad39d16

We all took a while to calm down and wandered through to the spare bedroom collapsing on the bed and chair. Everything had happened at breakneck speed and I hadn’t really had a chance to digest what Mary had told me. She’d clearly had a row with Simon and there was going to be an even bigger one when he found out that Katie was going away. She hadn’t seemed to want to say what the disagreement had been about and it was none of my business. I knew only too well how difficult it could be to talk about marriage disharmony, but she knew I was a friendly ear if she wanted to talk. For now I thought the best thing I could do would be to keep her mind occupied. Mm, how? It was approaching ten, the time Simon usually phoned so perhaps it would be best to wait until that had concluded before we dived into anything else. What I was desperate to know was how they both felt about the shower they’d just had so I asked. Mary spoke up. “I asked to be humiliated, to be debased, and that sure fitted the bill. Did I enjoy it? Yes and no. I hated the taste but that very fact heightened the humiliation. The spitting was fun too! I’ll do it again if I’m in the mood but it won’t be my priority. How ‘bout you Katie?”

“Loved it. I didn’t mind the taste and yeah it’s so sort of taboo. Made the whole thing really horny.”

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll take that as a positive. I just have to say Mary, I’m a useless Dom. I found it hard to think of doing humiliating things to you.”

“Not a problem. What you did worked but if you’re no Dom do you fancy being a sub?”

“No idea. I did a little bit with Jane but nothing serious.”

“Want to give it a go?”

“Now? With you two? No, not now, but how about I try giving you a spanking?”

“Yes. If you like.” Before I could respond Mary's phone rang. Ten pm. Simon.

“Hello, Simon.” Mary's tone was flat, uninterested, bored.

Simon replied and Mary’s eyebrows shot up. “What? Say that again!” She put the phone on speaker.

“I’m sorry if my comments last night upset you.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’?”

“Exactly what I said, why are you sorry it upset me? The things you’ve done over the past six years have clearly upset me and just as clearly you’ve shown no signs of being sorry.” It was the first time I could remember Mary taking such a belligerent line with him. Good for her. With a physical bully, it might end up with a beating. With a mental one, I couldn’t see a downside. There was silence on the other end of the line. It had rattled her husband.

He changed tack. “Are you in bed?”

“Yes. With Katie and Tracy. We’re having a lesbian orgy.” Oh shit. I assumed the proverbial would do more than hit the fan, but I didn’t know Simon.

“Don’t talk such rubbish. You at an orgy?” He followed the statement with a hollow laugh.

“It’s a thousand more times likely than you being at one isn’t it my darling?” The last word was liberally dosed in sarcasm which seemed lost at the other end.

“Perhaps it is. Do you think I’d ever do anything so depraved? You’d better not either. Stop even mentioning that woman. She’s giving you these thoughts isn’t she?” That woman! Me! Mary held a finger up to stop me responding.

“That woman as you call her has become a dear friend. And she’s incredibly sexy in bed.” I nearly laughed out loud in spite of the tone of the conversation.

“Stop it! I forbid you to see her anymore.”

“Alright. I’ll wear a blindfold when she fucks me.” God knows what the ramifications of this conversation were going to be, but Mary was clearly in a mood to enjoy herself.

“Oh very funny. If I thought there was any truth in these preposterous statements there would be serious ramifications.” He really is a pompous oaf.

“You’d better start planning them then because it’s true. And last week we were joined by Carol and Charles. He’s got a lovely cock.” Oh well. In for a penny!

“Now I know you’re fantasising.”

“Really? Okay. So why do you think I need to fantasise?” Mary waggled a finger at me to go over to her which I did. She took my hand and placed it over her pussy. I took the hint and started fingering her.

Her question was met with a brief silence. “Discussing this on the phone is not ideal. I’ll deal with it when I get back.” I thought I was guilty at times of ‘office speak’ but Simon put mine to shame. It sounded as though he was discussing some work related difficulty. “Yes, let’s do that.”

Mary disconnected. “That’s nice,” she said referring to my fingers.

“Will he believe you?”

“No, not a chance. You heard him. He can’t imagine me at an orgy. Perhaps I should anonymously send him some piccies.” She giggled which was surprising given the tone of the conversation she’d just had but a relief too.

“So,” I said, “you still up for a bit of submissive sexual fun at this orgy that we’re not having?” She laughed. “Why not?”

“Right. Over my knee.”

“Yes, mistress.” She giggled as she draped herself over my knee taking some weight on her hands.

I ran a palm over her bottom, gently massaging her cheeks. Soothing and relaxing I hoped. I had no idea if either Mary or Katie had done this before. I was confident Mary certainly hadn’t and Katie had never given any indication of wanting to be dominant or submissive. “Ow!” As those thoughts went through my mind I slapped Mary. Not enormously hard but with enough force for it to sting. I intermingled the slaps with more soft caresses and gently explored her vagina with a finger The juxtaposition of inflicting pain and relief was turning me on. I hoped it was having the same effect on Mary. It was. I became aware she’d started leaking.

“Bad Mary,” I announced “Katie! Find a crop!” Katie had been sitting on the bed watching intently while fingering herself. She went in search of her riding crop and return swishing it through the air, then passed it to me.

I placed the end between her mother's buttocks and moved it up and down slowly. The anticipation, waiting for the pain must have been interesting. Interesting is the word I’d use now. At the time the word was apprehension. I seemed to be experiencing it as much as Mary. Is this the sexual turn on Doms get? a sexual turn on different from others?

Then I struck the first stripe with the crop. Gentle. A gossamer touch. Then with each following one I increased the intensity. After the first half dozen I noticed Mary gritting her teeth awaiting the next. A slight panic went through me. We hadn’t discussed a safe word. But then she was not restrained just lying over my knee. She could roll off or push herself up at any time. She clearly didn’t want to. Why was pain so sexually stimulating?

I decided to stop though. Mary’s bottom was a violent red. I used a hand to caress it. Katie came over, turned on by what she’d watched and pushed fingers in her mother's soaking cunt. I whispered to Mary “I hope that was okay?” She pushed herself up, and looked into my eyes. “I’m fine. More than fine. That was…interesting! Made me hot. What I needed. You want me to do it to you?”

“No, not now, but I do need relieving.

The relieving took the form of our three way sixty nine. A circle of mouths to cunts. A sublime relief to the intensity of Simon’s call and Mary’s spanking.

It was now midnight. No way was I driving home. No way was Mary going to let me. And for the first time, we all shared the bed. Sleep did not come easy!