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I heard the car door slam, then the engine revving, the noise receding as the car drove away. I put the kettle on, getting back to the living room, just as the knock came on the front door. Sure enough, it was my next-door neighbour, Alison."Hi, Alison, Come on in, kettle's on already," I smiled at her confused look, "I heard John leaving, guessed you would pop in, to let me know he was gone."She smiled as understanding came to her, then approached me, arms going around my waist and kissing me sweetly."Aww, you are fully dressed," she complained, "I was hoping to find you in just the robe, or even less.""Saturday morning, darling," I told her, "shopping to get, and I somehow think Sainsbury's would object to me shopping in nothing but a tiny robe."Her hand cupped a buttock, squeezing and pulling me in to her. I smacked it away."Let me get the coffee made first," I admonished her, "Then we can talk."She nuzzled my neck. "I can think of better things to do than talk", she murmured."I know what you would prefer to do," I laughed, "but I cannot spend all day in bed, being your sexy come-slut, much as the idea appeals to me.""Spoilsport," she muttered, as we took our coffees into the living room, and sat down, "You wait until tonight, you will not have any excuses then.""Tonight?" I queried, "what is happening tonight?"She looked at me sharply, then realised I was just teasing her."Ooh, you just wait, Marie Taylor," she warned, "just for that, I will make sure you scream especially nicely for me tonight."I laughed with her at the threat, but I knew she was more than capable of carrying it out. As she was leaving, she turned to me as I opened the front door."Can you be ready by seven?" she asked, "I was thinking, I could cook something for the two of us, if you don't mind? It will save you having to mess about cooking a solitary meal, won't it? And I already have wine for us.""That sounds wonderful," I told her, "thank you. Anything you want me to bring?""Just yourself, darling," she replied, kissing me softly, "preferably in that gorgeous little dress we got from Janet. After all, it is only next door, isn't it? Not like you are going across town in it. See you later, sexy milf."As I closed the door behind her, I reflected how Alison always made me feel like I was tangling with a hurricane. She always swept me away in her enthusiasm and devil-may-care attitude, like a force of nature. I had thought she had forgotten that dress we got last week.Admittedly, it was pure, undiluted sexiness, hiding nothing at all while looking gorgeous. It also made it quite clear that I was going to get ravished, and probably repeatedly. Hmm, why did that thought make my toes curl, and my nipples harden? Ah well, she had seen me in it before, briefly. And I had been given plenty of warning, about what to expect this weekend. I had to admit, I had been looking forward to it all week.Seven o'clock found me freshly showered, powdered and perfumed, and dressed, if you can call it that, in the gorgeous gossamer dress that showed more that it hid, with nothing under it, and just a pair of heeled silver sandals on my feet.I looked out of the window before opening the front door. I know it was only next door, but that meant going up my path, out of the gate, along to Alison's gate, and down her path to her door. All the while dressed in a totally revealing mini-dress in full view of anyone coming along the street.All clear, I scurried as quickly as I dared in those heels, making it to Alison's gate, just as a group of four youths came along. A moment of stunned etlik escort disbelief, then whistles and cheers from them followed me down the path to the door. I knocked on it, praying Ali would be quick opening it, but it felt like ages before the door finally opened, and the lads went away happy with the view I had given them.Alison was elegantly dressed in a beautiful maroon knitted dress, that moulded itself to her curvaceous figure, and made me feel even more naked. I hurried inside, closing the door behind me, and Alison greeted me with one of her long, hot, come-to-bed kisses. I felt my knees starting to tremble before she had finished.She pulled away from me, her hand cupping my bottom to steer me into her living room. The dining table was already set for us, a bottle of wine already open. The meal was simple, but enjoyable, and we chatted inconsequentially during it. Alison displaying a lovely relaxed charm and, as I already knew. a delightfully wicked sense of humour. After the meal, we sat on the sofa, sipping our wine, a new bottle having to be opened already, and we were both in that lovely relaxed mood.Alison put her glass down and inched over a little, so she could nuzzle my neck. I put my drink down before I spilled it."Alison," I murmured, "you do know what nibbling my neck does to me?"Her hand caressed a boob, making me squirm."Of course I do, silly," she replied, "why else would I be doing it?"I was trying to think of a good answer to that, as she pushed me forward slightly, and took hold of my wrist. It may have been the wine, or the effects of her nibbling my neck, but it took me a few moments to realise what she was doing, by which time the furry handcuffs had been put on both wrists behind my back."I told you I would be needing them soon, "she laughed, as she saw the look I gave her. "you were with me when I got them, remember?""How could I forget," I said, "it is not every day I get ravished in a shop."More laughter, and I found myself joining in with her. Soft kisses on my lips while soft yet firm fingers teased sensitive nipples. I squirmed for her, feeling the warm wetness already beginning between my legs.I leaned back into her embrace, her hand reaching under the hem of the dress, finding the warm wetness waiting for her finger. She stroked along the slit, pussy lips being pushed aside as her nail gently brushed the sensitive skin, before rubbing the erect clit. I moaned softly for her, my legs opening as her finger pressed harder. Oh God, I was so ready. My mind was floating, and dimly I heard a mobile phone beep softly, the way mine did when a text was received.Damn it, it could wait. Hang on, I hadn't brought mine. Alison sat up straighter, still stroking softly."Marie?" she asked quietly, "you remember last week, telling me how your step-sister had got you to let her tie you, and then invited her friend round to share you?""Mmm, yes," I said, slowly, suspicion suddenly creeping into my mind.A knock came at the front door, kicking suspicion out and replacing it with stone cold certainty."Well," Alison murmured, nuzzling my neck, before getting up, "I kind of borrowed her idea."She had gone out of the room before I could reply. She returned moments later alone."Alison," I glared at her, "what have you done? Tell me you have not invited some total stranger to join us, with me like this?""No, of course not," she assured me, "it is..."The words were cut off, as the door to the hallway opened, and one of our neighbours from a few doors away, Champa, came into the room. keçiören escort Any thought of protest from me vanished instantly. Champa was gorgeous. She claimed to be fourty-five, but looked more like thirty. About my height, slim, very long black hair falling down her back, to below her shoulder blades, of Indian descent, but born and raised in England, and with the most gorgeous, rich coffee-coloured skin.She was stunning, to the point where, when she did her gardening in those tiny white tennis shorts, every man in the street, and me, found excuses to be out front doing jobs, just so we could enjoy the view. She worked at our local paper shop, so I saw her often when I did shopping.Tonight, she was wearing a short denim dress, sleeveless with buttons down the front and an elasticated waist, with the top three buttons undone.I realised I was standing up, I must have stood, when I was getting ready to yell at Alison. Champa came over to me, one hand reaching round my neck and pulling me to a slow kiss with her. Again with the trembling legs. After the kiss, she looked behind me, to see the cuffs holding my wrists. An eyebrow raised, then a knowing look, as her hand stroked gently down the side of my boob. She smiled, as she sat at one end of the sofa, helping me to sit, while Ali poured drinks, before coming to sit on the other side of me."Marie," Champa said softly, "I can't thank you enough, for letting me come here tonight. It has been so long since I found time for any girl to girl fun, what with working lates at the shop, and having a husband to cater for. I never seem to get any free time that fitted in with Alison."She raised my glass for me, Ali had added a straw, so I could drink. She sipped her own wine before continuing."When I found I was free tonight, I asked Ali if we could have a girls' evening, and when she told me she had already promised you, I was ready to accept that, but she insisted I could join you." She looked at me anxiously, "is that okay with you? Really?""Of course, more than okay," I smiled at her, "I might need help to protect me against a cruel Mistress, who wants me to come for her all night long."Alison joined in our laughter."Marie, my sexy come-slut," she said, stroking my boob, "Champa let slip a while back, that she loves bondage games, where she has a sexy woman tied, so she can play with her."Her smile grew wider as she saw realisation sink in. Champa nodded, as I looked at her, and she was also smiling at my reaction."I am not too sub, as you already found," Alison went on, "so imagine how thrilled Champa was, to discover that you were bi, and sub.""By the way, my darling Marie," Champa purred, "that dress is so sexy, But so are you. And I never even suspected you were bi."Her hand crept under the front of the dress, which had already ridden up, almost to my waist. I felt a smooth finger stroke my wetness, and saw Chapa's eyes widen in surprise."Oh god, Marie," she gasped, "I could see you had no bra, but I had no idea you had nothing at all under the dress, I thought it was maybe a skin-tone thong."She smiled widely at Alison. "Is the bedroom ready, or do you want to play down here for a while?" she asked Alison."I take that to mean you want to start sampling our sexy milf," Ali replied. "go on then, I will go grab some more wine."As Ali left the room, Champa helped me to my feet, then walked slowly round me, stroking her hands over my body through the thin dress. Both nipples were tweaked, and my bottom stroked, with fingers running under the hem onto kızılay escort my bare buttocks."Mmm, so soft," she murmured into my ear, "tell me, Marie, how are you at being spanked?"Her teeth nibbling a path from my ear to my shoulder, while her hand squeezed my tit, distracted me from answering for a few moments. When I could think clearly again, I told her."I squeal, I cry, and I wriggle. Ali knows, she spanked me the other week.""Really?" she questioned, patting my bum firmly, "whatever for?""Not letting her know before this, that I was bi, and into sexy games," I admitted shakily, as her hand snaked between my legs, stroking gently in the crack between the cheeks of my arse."Ah, well you didn't let me know either," she told me, "and that really was naughty of you, sexy Marie, wasn't it."I was saved from answering by Alison returning with the drinks, again with a straw in mine."Before we start," Alison stated, "we need to agree that from now on, anything that the three of us do, or say, stays between the three of us, Agreed?"Champa and I both nodded our agreement to this simple, but essential rule. Ali handed the drinks out, mine going on the table so I could drink without help."And what did I miss while I was in the kitchen?" Ali asked."Oh, Marie has just been admitting she was a naughty girl, not letting me know she was bi, and that you already spanked her for not telling you," Champa told her. "I think, if you spanked her for that, then I should get to punish her the same. Don't you agree, Alison?"Alison smiled at me. "Oh definitely," she agreed, "that is only fair."I sighed in resignation, as Champa sat down and patted her lap. I started to bend down over it, but was stopped."Oh no, Marie," I was told by Champa, "the other way. We want Ali to be able to see that gorgeous bum growing pink, don't we?"I bent over as directed, and Champa pulled me down firmly, while Alison lifted my feet and rested them on her lap, forcing my head down until it was brushing the floor. With wrists cuffed behind me, it was impossible for me to get up again without help, and my bum was stuck high, perfectly positioned. The dress flopped down towards my boobs, leaving me naked to well above my waist.I heard appreciative murmurs, as my arse was displayed so prominently, and hands were wandering over it, stroking and probing, forcing me to wriggle. When Ali had spanked me, I had expected it to sting, what with her being bigger than me, but Champa was the same size as I was, maybe even lighter than I am, so her first smack came as a shock.Smack in the centre, across both cheeks, forcing me to yell loudly in surprise and the next landed before I had gotten over the first. Unlike Ali, Champa gave no rest between strokes, and 10 sharp stinging smacks had been administered before I knew it. My bottom was stinging madly, and felt very warm, not to mention tender to the touch. I found that out when Alison stroked it gently. God, I almost went through the ceiling.Once I had been helped up, I was sat on Champa's knee, while she kissed away my tears, her free hand teasing a nipple, while Alison stroked fingernails up and down my spine. Oh God, I was so wet. A quick wriggle and push from Champa, and I was sat on the sofa between my two mistresses.My legs were pulled open by their legs, and the shoulder straps of my dress were slipped off my shoulders, so the dress could be slid down, exposing my tits. Champa started exploring how much I reacted to having my neck nibbled, while she teased a nipple with one hand, while Alison teased a nipple with her teeth, and stroked the dampness between my legs.Inevitably, her fingers slid into the open slit, wriggling into position, before starting to slide in and out of me. As I started reacting to this, Champa moved her hand down from my tits to my clit, teasing it first, then rubbing it firmly.