Resolutions

“Okay, new bed sheets, candles. Ugh, why are there always clothes on the ground next to the hamper? How hard is it to put them in the hamper? Okay what else, what else—”

“Baby, just… come here. Sit on the bed with me for a minute.”

I finish shoving your work clothes into the hamper and quickly hide it in the closet. I turn around to see you leaning against the side of the bed.

“No, she’ll be here any minute, I just want to make sure—”

“You need to relax. This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

I walk over to you and you pull me onto your lap on the bed. My heart is racing about a mile a minute and I know you’re right: all the anxious cleaning in the world isn’t going to make a difference.

What does calm me is the sound of your heart, strong and steady, and the way your lips feel as they brush against my neck.

“Mmm… I know I’m being a bit…”

“Crazy?”

“Well, yeah. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“You’re not having second thoughts, are you? We can cancel, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“No, no… I just—”

How do I even begin to explain the thoughts and feelings running wild inside me right now?

This seemed like a great idea last week.

With New Year’s Eve right around the corner, we were just settling into bed when we started talking about resolutions.

We’re pretty predictable people, set in our routines. We don’t try new things very often, and it’s something we’d both like to change.

I mentioned in passing that I really wanted to explore more things in the bedroom. You followed up by saying you want to be more dominant with me in bed… but then confessed that you had no idea where to start.

‘There are people for that,’ I had said jokingly.

We went to bed without talking about it more, but in the morning, you brought it up again. I was excited that you did because the idea of you being a bit more dominant… it’s actually really sexy.

The more we talked about it, the more excited we got. After an incredible round of morning sex on the kitchen counter, we figured out what we wanted to do in order to make this fantasy a reality.

We decided to hire a dominatrix to teach you how to become more confident and dominant in the bedroom. She’s on her way here now and I’m… freaking out a little.

“Listen… she can be as involved as we want her to be. She doesn’t have to touch you or anything, she can just… instruct me, tell me what to do.”

I kind of like the idea of that. I want this to be our moment just for us, I don’t think we’re really ready for a full-on threesome with another person or anything… but we definitely need a guide since we’re both so new to this. So I’m glad she’ll be here.

Yes, it may be a little weird, having another person in the room while we have sex. But it’s also really exciting and such a huge step for us.

“Yeah, I know. I’m excited, really. I promise. It’s just…”

“Not every day someone comes into my home and instructs me on how to fuck my wife. Yeah, I know.”

“Hey, you’re going to do great. There’s nothing wrong with us, okay? I’m happy… and you’re happy. This is just… something new for us to try. No pressure, right?”

“Exactly.”

I can feel your tense body relax a little as you pull me down onto the bed. Your steady hands slowly gliding up my body and cupping my face in your hands is reassuring.

“Are you ready?”

I give you a nod and watch you exit the bedroom, go down the hall and I hear you open the door.

“Hey, I’m Alice. You’re expecting me?”

“Yes, please come in. My wife is just in the bedroom down the hall. We’re pretty much ready…”

I hear two sets of footsteps coming back down the hall toward the bedroom.

Okay, this is fun. We can do this.

I stand up to greet you as you enter, but the greeting I was about to give our guest gets stuck in my throat.

Everything about the woman standing in front of me commands my attention. She’s wearing a tight leather skirt, a bold red blouse, and a pair of black, modest heels. Her hair is pinned back in a high ponytail and her lips are painted red.

She’s… beautiful. Some other words come to mind when I look at her: fierce, magnetic, intimidating, but mostly, she’s just… noticeable. From the outfit she’s wearing to the way she’s standing, everything demands your attention.

“Babe, this is Alice.”

“Hi. Thanks for inviting me into your home. It’s nice to be back in the area… I actually grew up a few blocks from here.”

Her voice surprises me. I think I expected it to be deeper, more intense.

I watch as she takes off her coat and drapes it over the chair in the corner. She sits, adjusting her skirt and slipping off her heels.

“This is your first time…?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“It’s my job to pick up on these things. The energy in the room. I can tell you’re excited but nervous. Right?”

I give her a nod as you join me on the edge of the bed. Neither of us are really sure how or where to start.

“It’s okay, you can both relax. I want you to just… pretend I’m not here, at least for now. Once we get going, I’ll interrupt only to give instructions. I won’t get involved otherwise unless you invite me to. Does that work for you?”

“And you’ll… I mean, I’m not sure how this really goes.”

“My goal is to help you both feel confident and to ensure you have a good time tonight. If, at any point, you feel uncomfortable with my suggestions, I want you to use the word ‘daisy.’ We’ll stop what we’re doing and assess any difficult feelings that are arising. Otherwise, I want you both to just… enjoy each other. Do what feels right.”

I’m surprised by how reassuring her voice is to us both. Her presence has shifted from commanding to soft and gentle.

It doesn’t feel strange when you guide me onto my back on the bed and start kissing my neck.

My hands roam from your chest down to your stomach and I tease the bulge in your pants with my fingers as your lips move across my skin.

Your cock is already so hard, pressing into me lightly as you slowly start to unbutton the front of my dress.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Keep going…”

You unbutton the rest of my dress and I readjust to slip it off before you climb back on top of me.

Feeling your lips exploring my naked body, wearing nothing but a thong while this woman we don’t know observes us… it doesn’t feel as scary as I thought.

I steal a glance over at her and she’s got her eyes locked on you. Watching your movements, studying how you touch me.

It’s really sexy, actually, the way she’s looking at us. Like we’re putting on a show for her.

I wrap my legs around your waist and curl my arms around your neck as you pull my panties to the side. You tease me a little, running your fingers up and down…

Your fingers dip inside me and you begin to move them a little faster.

“Take your time with her.”

As if it’s totally natural and something you do all the time, you obey her instructions. Your fingers slide out of me and you move up to my clit.

You rub me in slow, deliberate circles. It feels really, really good…

You stay focused on me, but my eyes follow her as she stands and circles us, watching how you’re moving your fingers and then taking in my responses.

Fuck, this is actually really hot. I love that she’s watching, that she’s seeing all of this, us as we normally are in private.

I work to unbuckle your pants, and my hand is sliding into your boxers when you pull away from me a little.

“Uh-uh… you need to ask for permission tonight.”

Your fingers work my clit a little faster and you pull away from me, glaring down at me with a hard look in your eyes. I’ve never seen you like this before.

“If you want this cock, you need to ask for permission.”

You look over at her and she gives you a nod as you trail your fingers down and suddenly thrust them inside me.

“Oh god…”

Fuck, I’ve never heard you speak like that before. I’ve never asked for permission for anything during sex before, with anyone. I can feel my cheeks flushing a little and I can’t seem to find the words.

“Come on… beg for me. You can do it…”

Your fingers pump in and out of me faster and harder and I’m wrapping my legs around your waist, trying to pull you in closer to me…

I really want your cock… and the idea of having to beg to even touch it is so thrilling.

“Please… let me touch it?”

You give me a nod and I work to quickly unbuckle your belt and you help me strip your jeans off. Your cock is hard and twitches a little as I start to tease it.

Your fingers slide out of me and settle back on my clit, with the same soft movements as before.

“Tell her how good she was for listening to you.”

You lean down and your lips graze my ear, your voice sending shivers down my spine as you speak.

“You did so good. Such a good girl for me…”

“I want you. I want you inside me already.”

Your lips move down my body—you’re kissing my cheek, then my neck. My chest, my stomach. You’re sliding my panties down my legs as you glance over at her.

She gives you a small shake of her head and you smile at her, then return your attention to me.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Tonight, you’re going to listen to me. You’re going to be patient and obedient, and if you’re good… then you can have my cock inside you.”

Hearing you speak like this, seeing the way you look up at me as you settle on the bed between my legs, your mouth just inches away from my pussy. It’s so fucking hot. I had no idea you had this side of you… just waiting to come out.

You grip my thighs with your hands, parting them a little more as your tongue slides between my lips.

“You’re both doing so well. How does it feel to be dominated like this?”

Her eyes are on me, full of desire and excitement as she takes in the scene of you between my legs and my hands in your hair.

“So good… fuck…”

“I want you to make her cum just like this. And after, you’re not going to stop. Not until she begs for it, okay?”

You don’t give her any response, but you slide two fingers inside me as your tongue flicks my clit around, sucking and teasing me.

My hand grips your hair a little as my thighs clench gently around your head. It feels so good. You’re so good with your tongue and when you add your fingers, it always makes me cum so quickly…

“Don’t stop, please.”

You slide another finger inside me, and I arch my back, trying to rock my hips against your touch.

“Oh my god, yes.”

“Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over these fingers, in my mouth, that’s my girl…”

My body goes a little limp as the pleasure recedes, but you don’t stop. Your fingers are still thrusting in and out of me, a little slower now, but your tongue moves around my clit at the same pace and I can’t seem to catch my breath.

“Oh god, fuck… it’s so… Oh…”

I’m squirming now, and you pull your mouth away from me to watch me struggle as your fingers continue to tease me.

“Fuck, please…”

“Please what? Make her say it.”

“Use your words. Do you want me to stop?”

Oh my god. It feels so good. I don’t know if I want you to stop. I do, but I don’t. The sensation is almost too much for me to bear, but it feels so good…

“Yes, please stop. Please…”

You pull your hand away and glance at her as she moves around the bed again to get a different view of me.

“Good. You’ve both done really well. Now… tell her what’s next. In detail, I want you to explain what you’re going to do.”

You offer me your hand and pull me up so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. I’m not sure I could stand if I wanted to—my legs feel like jello.

Your hand cups my chin and you force me to look up at you. I feel so good and yet so desperate for more. I love the way your eyes move from mine down to my lips and back up again.

You haven’t looked at me this way in a long time, like you can’t get enough… like you’re ready to devour me.

“You’re going to get on your hands and knees, and beg for this cock to fill you up. I’m going to fuck you from behind, as rough as I’d like—I might even pull your hair a little—and the entire time, you’re going to play with your clit for me.”

“Okay…”

“What happens if she stops playing with herself? What will you do?”

Your eyes shift from her to me and you give me a naughty grin.

“If you stop playing with yourself, you don’t get to cum again. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Safeword?”

“If it’s too much or you need to stop, just say ‘daisy’. Okay, sweetheart?”

I nod up at you, reaching out to you and teasing your cock in both my hands.

You lean down to kiss me as my hands move up and down your shaft. One of my hands cups your balls, gently massaging them as the other continues to stroke you slowly.

“Fuck, that feels good…”

“I like making you feel good.”

“You like being a good girl for me, don’t you?”

It’s driving me wild, every time you call me that. I never understood it until now. Of course, I’ve heard it in porn and read it in books but… I never understood just how sexy it can be.

“Yes… I love being good for you.”

“Get on your hands and knees.”

You pull away from me and I already miss your touch.

As soon as I’m on my hands and knees on the bed, I feel you crouching behind me. You position your cock between my legs, but instead of sliding inside me, I feel the tip of your cock teasing me…

Your chest is warm against my back as you lean over me, your breath hot against my neck.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes… fuck…”

“You want it, don’t you?”

“I need to hear you… tell me you want my cock.”

“I want your cock, please. Please fuck me… I need to feel you…”

“Mmm, such a good girl.”

You pull away from me for a moment, your hands gripping one of my hips as you guide your cock into the right position. Slowly, you push yourself inside me…

Your cock sinks deep inside me and your grip on my hips tightens as you pull out and then push yourself back in, over and over again, at a steady pace.

“Play with that clit for me, right now.”

I flatten myself down onto the bed, arching my back a little more and pushing my ass further into the air as my hand reaches between my legs. I tease my clit slowly as you thrust into me, again and again.

“Pull her hair, just a little. Just to show her who is in charge.”

I feel you gathering my hair in your hand and the light ache as you pull on my hair, forcing my head to come off the bed a little.

“Good.”

I’m looking at her now, as she stands in front of me. She leans down and brushes a fallen strand of my bangs out of my face while you fuck me a little harder.

“You like this, don’t you? Being used like a little toy?”

“Yes.”

“Tell him.”

My eyes squeeze shut as your grip on my hip tightens and you pull my hair back a little more. It feels so fucking good, I can’t…

“Go on. Tell him how much you like it.”

“I like it. It feels so good, I love being used like this.”

“Yeah? You like it when I’m rough with you?”

“Yes, please. More… I want more…”

You let my hair go, and it falls around my shoulders as both your hands grip my hips. You pull me back against your cock and then push me forward. Pull me back, push me forward, again and again.

“Fuck, yes. I’m going to cum soon…”

“You haven’t asked for permission yet, sweetheart.”

“Please. Please let me, I’m so sensitive. Fuck… yes. Oh…”

“Okay, baby. Cum for me. Cum with me, I’m so close. I want us to cum together… fuck…”

The pleasure is so much, my eyes are shut and the noises coming out of me seem primal. It feels so sensitive but so good as you thrust into me. Your nails dig into my hips as I feel you cum.

I collapse onto the bed and you lie down next to me, both of us trying to catch our breath.

As if it’s an instinct, I raise my head and you put your arm under it, pulling me into a warm embrace. You plant a kiss in my hair, and all I can feel is your heart beating fast under my hand on your chest, and my thighs shaking a little.

I’m so lost in the moment that her voice might startle me if she wasn’t so gentle with it.

“That was wonderful, you two. It was really… beautiful. I’m going to give you a few moments to yourselves, okay? Aftercare is incredibly important. Take whatever time you need in here to be together. I’m just going to wait out in the hall, and whenever you’re ready, we can go over the night’s events and talk about it all. Sound good?”

I think you give her a nod, but I can’t be sure because my eyes are still closed. I’m not ready to leave this feeling just yet. I hear her leave the room, closing the door gently behind her.

“Are you okay? Was all of that okay?”

“Yeah. That was really… I had no idea you… I’m speechless.”

“That’s a first.”