“Lastly, I just want to emphasize that we’re here to have fun. Bailey and I… well, part of why we both decided to go with this lifestyle is that we’re pretty much perpetually horny, to put it mildly. We’ve signed up for a few ship activities, but in general, we’re here to have sex and sexy fun, and will be up for it just about any time or place unless we are eating or asleep, and sometimes even then. Neither of us needs much recharge time, and you’ll find Bailey in particular has an absolutely ferocious stamina. We… haven’t had a partner yet that can outlast her one on one, which is why -I- enjoy tag-teaming her into submission.”
Bailey made a long suffering expression, as someone who was cheated of her rightful victory on multiple occasions.
“Oh, and we’d love to hear any suggestions you have. We’ve got… well, a lot of ideas, since we were the hosts, we wanted to make sure we had plenty of activities. There’s all kinds of fun to be had with this.”
“So, the big question now is, how we want to work into it. I wanted to provide a few options. I know some of us are currently raring to get started-” She gave Bailey a peck on the cheek. “-But the important point is those of us who might still be reticent or nervous. So our first option is actually not starting- we could chat for a bit, or you two might wish to go back to your room and relax for a bit, possibly even talk things over.”
“The second option is what I like to call Tinderbox. Bailey and I would get started together, and you and your husband, Rachael, would be free to watch, joining in with either person whenever you felt comfortable doing so.”
“The third option would be Guests’ choice- each of you could pick a partner, or maybe one of you to be the focus of our attentions.”
“And, since we realize that sometimes, particularly for people who find themselves leaning naturally submissive, it’s more fun to surrender power to someone else, the final option would be Hosts’ Choice, where Ros and I make the decisions about who to pair up with, and what happens next.”
“Before any of that though, did you have anything you wished to bring up or talk about?” Roselyn finished, her smile still engaging and bright the entire presentation done from memory and conviction- she truly believed everything she’d just said, sounding like an engaging, informative expert on a topic of interest. Which, to be fair, she was.
Brukalius —
Rickett found himself sitting forward on the couch as he listened to Roselyn carefully. Everything about her had an enchanting quality and he hung on each of her words. He swore he could still smell her from the hug or maybe she permeated the room somehow, but it only helped him focus more intently on her. He found himself craving to rub up against her a bit more… to bury his face in her… FOCUS. He was able to pull his eyes away from her for a few moments to check on Rachael and found her paying as rapt attention as he was. What she said made sense to the two of them. They had discussed this at length and Rachael, being the researcher she was, had pulled up a lot of information on it.
What they didn’t have was the context and the feeling that was conveyed by how Roselyn spoke. She presented it in a way that resonated so well with Rickett and Rachael that they had found themselves holding each other’s hand without really intending to. Trust was built despite not knowing the two intimately and that trust was only reinforced by how authentic the two of them were when they confirmed that not playing was absolutely an option. It was clear that they had done this before, and the way this discussion was presented reinforced that the two of them could rely on that experience.
Each of them were too caught up to speak, although Rickett and Rachael found themselves appraising Bailey as her legendary stamina was praised. Rickett found himself locked in a staring match with her for a moment as he felt a sense of competitive energy spark in him. He wanted to at least try to best her. Rachael found herself growing even more wildly attracted to Roselyn than she had been. There was something about expertise or knowledge that did it for her and that woman had it in spades.
As she finished, the two of them sat spellbound for a few moments before turning to each other. Their expressions spoke volumes to each other and each unspoken word was an affirmation. Rickett was the first to speak.
“Thank you for that. Really, it means a lot to us and I think I speak for the both of us when we say we absolutely want to take the next step with the two of you. That you are open to us not playing or waiting to play yet is so incredibly reassuring. I will say that it pushes that option right out of my mind though. I feel safe with the two of you… well… as safe as I can feel with three lionesses in the room.” He smirked and rubbed Rachael’s leg before continuing.
“Our safe word is ‘pineapple.’ We don’t usually say ‘stop’ or other types and I am sorry if I say no when I mean yes and it confuses you. In the heat of the moment of being bottom, ‘pineapple’ means no and you both can keep going till you hear it. I have a bit better head when topping and will listen to your queues. I am not sure what state of mind I will be trying to best Bailey’s stamina or sate Roselyn’s need.”
Rachael nodded her agreement and chimed in. “I have only got him to use the safe word once so make sure to push him.” Rickett shook his head but didn’t elaborate. That had been one hell of a night and she broke him soundly. Rachael took over the conversation. “Mostly the same thing for me and that I want to go slow to start. I will be honest in that I think just making out with the two of you would be a wonderful experience…. and maybe more would come of it.” She smiled looking at each of the three in the room hoping they would agree.
Rickett nodded encouragingly. “Sounds like Rachael is asking for guests choice and starting off slow. Is that okay? Rachael, who do you want to kiss?” Rachael again looked at all three of the others in the room. “GOD I am so greedy, I want all of you. I…” Rickett stifled a laugh at his flushing wife. “Well if you can’t decide I am going to pick Roselyn to start. We all know you have been soaking your panties since you saw Bailey. Besides, whatever perfume she is wearing is really doing it for me. What are you wearing?”
Ana —
Bailey felt that challenging stair of Rickett’s and met it with a cool grin, the champion in her element. There was a glint in her eye though, a clear excitement for the thrill of competition as her gaze ran up and down Rickett’s body, clearly enjoying what she saw.
“‘Pineapple’. Got it. We’ll remember,” she said, giving a wink. “We’ll make sure to push as the vacation goes on, since you said you enjoy having the limit tested.”
Roselyn, for her part, felt Rachael was unbelievably cute, and her heartfelt sincerity as she spoke really challenged the red-head’s self control. She wanted to wrap Rachael in a warm blanket and then pleasure her until she begged for mercy.
“Since you all, have ‘pineapple’, I’ll say that Bailey and I like to use ‘merryweather’. We’ll use those two words as our indications of distress.” Her smile at Rachael’s request was like a rival to the sunlight streaming in through the window, it was so bright and warm. “And starting off slow with making out sounds amazing, to me~.”
Roselyn grinned as Ricketts picked her, standing up slowly from her position on Bailey’s lap, like a tigress gracefully getting to her feet. She giggled at his question, a hint of flush reaching her cheeks. “There’s a bit of Stella by Stella McCartney, but the larger truth is that I’m a quarter Paralus. So it’s not so much a perfume as the natural pheromones my body puts out when I’m aroused by someone. From the fact that you noticed it so quickly, I think you can tell that I find you both really arousing.”
As she spoke she was slowly closing the distance to Rickett on the couch, lightly stepping in her nude hose. Her cardigan from earlier was discarded, leaving her with the midriff baring white crop-top and short skirt. Her hips swung sensually with each step, effortlessly elegant and graceful, all her attention now on the man in front of her. Her half-lidded eyes bore into his, her smile eager.
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