Take It... It's Yours. Ch. 03

Author's note;

This may be the last installment. I am not sure yet. It all depends what happens when I close my eyes at night. That moment of quiet before sleep, and if I enjoy what I see or not. This is my favorite of the three chapters. I enjoyed the interactions and the self discovery. My hope with any story is that it speaks to you in places noone or a very select few know about.

Marcia

I thought I was going mad.

It had been days and days since the threesome and I could still think of nothing else. I'd gone over it again and again in my mind. I had never been fucked like that before.... never and I just don't mean physically.

I admit it took me days to admit I'd never been treated quite like that as well. I've had men smack my ass before, and I always found it amusing but never like that, to put me in my place. I've never been 'handled' quite like it.

His hands were strong and his cock was magnificent..... absolutely magnificent.

He put me in my place.......

It had never occurred to me how such a thing could affect me so.

I wanted more... I needed more.

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Michelle

It had been days since our special night. We hadn't really talked about it much. I had asked him if he had enjoyed himself and he said he had.

I enjoyed every second of it. I enjoyed watching him take control of Marcia. I had never seen or imagined anyone could do that before. And I watched him enjoy doing it. I saw it how it affected him.

And I enjoyed getting between Marcia's legs again. I have always been bisexual and it was extraordinary to feel that side of me again.

There is something different about a woman's touch that I have always adored. I was hoping to experience more of it as long as it didn't affect what Brian and I had.

Marcia was definitely interested in more. She was texting me constantly which she had never done before. So far Brian hadn't agreed to meet up again. Marcia asked me for his number but I hesitated at that.

*Marcia says hello again," I told him.

"What did she want this time?"

"You know what she wants."

He chuckled.

"I suppose I do."

We were lounging in the bathtub. Candles lit all around us and his hands were holding me firmly.

It was heavenly.

"She would like your number to speak to you directly."

"Did you give it to her?"

"Of course not. I would never do such a thing without asking."

He gently ran his hands over my breasts. He was quiet which wasn't unusual. He didn't speak to be heard, but rather spoke when he had something to say.

"Do you want to see her again," he asked.

"I wouldn't mind," I replied. "I enjoyed it."

"You know it is okay to see her without me if you like."

"I wouldn't want that. Besides, I don't think it's me she wants to see so badly."

"Does that bother you?"

"It scares me a little. I can't even imagine losing you," she said.

"You could never lose me," I answered.

I turned and kissed him with as much appreciation as my lips could muster. My next words were hard to say and I choked them back a few times before uttering them.

"You can also see her without me if you like."

His eyes seemed to bore through me.

"That doesn't frighten you?"

"It frightens me beyond reason but I also don't want you to have any regrets. When you get to my age you will understand that word a whole lot better than you do now."

I turned back around and laid against him.

"I also can't stand the thought of you thinking about her.... wanting her and eventually resenting me for it."

He got eerily quiet again. I just let him think.

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Brian

Her words about regret sat with me for some time. I knew I would never give Michelle up but I also acknowledged to myself that I wanted to see Marcia again.

In the end I told Michelle to set up a hot tub date for the three of us. Whenever was convenient for everyone.

We ate a light supper on Marcia's patio and talked and laughed. At first they spoke of when they were young. They giggled at all the things that seemed so silly at present.

The conversation eventually made it's way to our night together. It was clear everyone was pleased with it.

When the conversation grew stale we moved to the hot tub. Her property was private so it would be clothing optional.

I watched the ladies undress while I removed my own clothes. They both looked to me with smiles on their faces.

They were both so incredibly beautiful. One lighter, one darker one blonde, one brunette. Marcia was a little taller and Michelle was a little shorter, fuller, and her legs bowed together slightly in an oh so tantalizing sexy way.

They were both very different but also stunning in their own way.

I put my head back and relaxed in the hot water. Michelle sat next to me but continued to focus her attention on Marcia. They talked and talked and I just listened.

Michelle eventually excused herself to use the restroom. I watched her wrap herself in a towel and walk to the house. I turned to see Marcia staring intently at me.

"You have been avoiding me."

"I have."

"May I ask why?"

I turned to the house then back to her.

"Because I adore the woman currently in your house."

"I adore her too."

"Not in the same way."

"No, I suppose not. Why did you suggest tonight?"

"Because Michelle would like the three of us to be friendly again and I begrudgingly admit to not minding the idea."

"Might you also begrudgingly admit to actually liking the idea," she said with a pert smile.

"Don't push your luck," I answered.

"You are tough," she answered laughingly.

"Not what you are used to, I would imagine."

"Not in the least. Where does that leave us?"

"I am willing to meet and discuss it more."

She smiled.

"Just the two of us?"

"In public. At the cafe in town, lunch perhaps."

"This sounds more like a business lunch."

"It will be."

"Excellent! I excel at those. And tonight?"

"Tonight Michelle will be the focus. I want her to be the center of attention."

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Are you sure you can handle that?" I asked.

She smiled.

"I will give it my best shot. I will even endeavor to try and remember to say please when appropriate."

"You remember that, do you?"

"As if I could ever forget."

Michelle rejoined us in the hot tub. I pulled her in front of me and held her there while I kissed down her neck and shoulders. Marcia closed the gap between us and kissed her on her lips and fondled her breasts.

I enjoyed listening to their sighs for a time and then lifted her up mostly out of the water and sat along the edge. Marcia positioned herself between Michelle's legs and began to lick her pussy. My hands rubbed Michelle's breasts as she turned her head and kissed me.

I was impressed with Marcia, I had to admit. This was precisely what I asked of her. It wasn't overly long before Michelle's moans turned louder and I knew she would cum soon. I pulled on her nipples making her squirm and shake.

She pulled her mouth from mine and cried out in pleasure. Marcia smiled at me as if so very proud of herself. I could not help but smile back.

Soon they were both before me taking turns sucking my cock once again. Marcia stood up and kissed me while Michelle continued to suck me. She put her mouth to my ear.

"See, I can be nice. I can listen."

"I noticed," I breathed.

"Good," she said.

Michelle pulled back and I pulled Marcia on top of me. She smiled as she lowered herself onto my cock. I looked to Michelle who was smiling in a way that said 'I told you so.'

I grabbed Marcia's beautiful ass and helped her up and down on me while I watched her breasts dance before my eyes. A happy result due to her height.

She fucked me with purpose. Focused entirely on her own pleasure which was fine with me. Up and down she went, her luscious pussy swallowing my cock over and over.

I enjoyed watching. I enjoyed her facial expressions. I admired her determination. She was a predator and that intrigued me.

She opened her eyes and stared into mine when she came. She was not ashamed or bashful about it. She showed me her pleasure. She wasn't hiding anything tonight.

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Marcia

I was seated at a table waiting for him. Since he suggested this was a business meeting I had on a sexy business suit. I hoped he would appreciate it. I needed this 'meeting' to go well.

I saw him enter. He was wearing shorts and sneakers. I giggled a little as he approached.

"You do realize that the person who arrives last begins a meeting with the upper hand," he said as he took his seat.

"You do not even look like you're dressed for a business meeting," I replied.

"You, on the other hand, very much are."

"I thought you might appreciate the gesture."

"I appreciate all your gestures."

That comment gave me hope.

"Where did you learn so much about business meetings?" I asked.

"My father owns a business and wants me to take over someday. He frequently talks about such things."

"I see, and here I thought we were solidly in my territory today. Stupid me."

"Not underestimating your adversary is the very first rule of business."

I laughed. I liked this side of him. He was clever and even funny.

"Are you my adversary?"

"I suppose that term doesn't really fit."

"Well, this is your meeting so I am ready when you are."

"May I at least order coffee first?"

I giggled.

"I have never met anyone like you," I said.

"How am I exactly?"

"So calm, poised, and in control. It is very intimidating."

"You, intimidated? I can't believe it."

"That makes two of us," I replied. "It is a recent revelation."

We chatted until the waitress placed our lunch on the table. He ordered a sandwich with coffee and I ordered a salad with tea. He looked at my salad and smiled.

At my raised eyebrow he shook his head.

"Is a salad what you really wanted?"

"You would understand if you were a woman."

At his confused expression I added.

"My stomach is queasy enough already. I wouldn't take a chance with anything heavier."

He sipped his coffee and silently stared me down.

"Is that something else your father taught you?"

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"I was uncomfortable before I even walked through the door. Haven't we had this discussion already?"

"It was similar, I grant you. Fine I am done playing silly games."

"Thank heavens."

He laughed. I liked his laugh. It was a reserved intelligent laugh. It suited him.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I just...."

"Before you finish that sentence, I will warn you to not lie, exaggerate, downplay, dissemble, dissimulate, equivocate, obfuscate, prevaricate, or any other similar term that doesn't presently spring to mind."

"That was an impressive list of terms. I'm not sure I could add to it."

"I was not trying to impress you with my vocabulary. I was, however, trying to impress upon you the seriousness of my inability to tolerate bullshit."

"Yeah, I got that." I replied. I rethought my answer. "I want..... you."

"Michelle and I are a package deal."

"Fine with me," I answered. I had expected that.

"I will not have her made to feel less than she is. I will not have her feel second best."

I seriously considered what he was saying.

"I'm not exactly sure what you mean by that."

"I mean you probably own every room you walk into. I won't have her overshadowed."

"You want me to not be myself?"

I saw him react to that one. It was the first time I had seen his confidence shaken. Point for me.

"No. That is not what I am saying."

"I am all ears," I replied. His slight smile making my pussy pulse. His effect on me was exhilarating. He was enjoying this conversation as much as I, I thought.

"I guess I'm saying I don't want you to purposely overshadow her or make her feel less important."

"Fine," I replied. "But if my behavior is anything that displeases you then I may need your help addressing it."

I turned my attention to my salad while he chewed on that.

"Are you suggesting I may need to train you to act properly?"

I smiled at the way he phrased it.

"I am not saying that.... necessarily. I am saying that if I should displease you then I am open to being properly corrected."

I had thought about this a great deal. I had listened to Michelle describe their relationship and how she had given him a certain level of control over her and how he hadn't abused the privilege. I have lived my entire life in complete control and trying to let go of that intrigued me. It intrigued me quite a bit.

The silence was reassuring. If it didn't interest him I thought he would have dismissed it already. He was considering what I was saying which led me to believe I might leave here successful.

"Have you ever had such a relationship?" he asked.

"Nope," I said as I sipped my tea. "You?"

"Never," he answered.

"We could explore something like that together. Separate from Michelle or not. With her we could be as we have been. I would promise to take all of your concerns of her seriously if you would promise to not expect perfection from me at the get go."

I thought more about what I was saying.

"And I would give you permission to correct me as you deem appropriate."

That last sentence sending my excitement over the edge. I worried I might cum. I realized just how much I wanted him to correct me.

"That is quite the offer," he said.

"It is a sincere one," I replied.

"Why?"

"Why what?

"Why offer it. You could have any man you choose."

"Because I want what Michelle has spoken so glowingly of, but I want something a little different. I have never felt this way before with another man. When you 'corrected' me that night, you stirred something inside me. Something powerful, something I need explored. Explored by you. I know you are a package deal and I will honor that faithfully. The rest of my reasoning is because making it has my juices currently dripping down my thighs. I am frightened I might literally explode right here in front of everyone in this restaurant."

That made him smile.

"I thought I smelled something unusual."

"You didn't seem to mind my scent before."

"You have a lovely scent."

"I'm glad you approve. You have yet to answer my offer."

"Seems like an offer I can't refuse."

"Is that a yes?"

"It's a yes."

I blew out the breath I was holding.

"Does Michelle know you are here."

"Of course, she will happy with our decision."

"Will she know about the other part?"

"Do you not remember the list of terms I just used? I will keep nothing from her. Trust is paramount."

"Forgive me. I understand."

"Do you?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

"You do not need to call me sir."

I smiled and leaned forward a little giving him a little better view down my shirt. I noticed his quick glance. He seemed pleased with the gesture. I know I certainly was.

"Sometimes I may feel the need to. I wish to be respectful when appropriate.... If that is acceptable to you?"

His nod made my pussy hum.

"Any chance we could go tell Michelle together right now?" I asked hopefully.

I needed him to seal this deal with his beautiful cock taking my dirty wet pussy. I felt like such a slut at that moment and I loved how it made me feel.... I loved it a lot.

He looked about and saw the waitress.

"Check," he called out.

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Brian

Michelle jumped to my feet when we entered the house..

"Well?" she asked hopping on her toes.

"She's in," I answered.

She screamed and ran into my arms. I laughed and spun her around then released her.

"Hug her, she was the negotiator."

She jumped into her arms.

"He is the 'master' negotiator in this room. Don't let him fool you for a second," Marcia replied.

I laughed and Michelle looked confused.

Once we explained everything to her, it all made sense.

"I can't wait to see this," Michelle said enthusiastically.

"Really?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? You bet I am."

"Should we not celebrate?" asked Marcia.

I shook my head.

"You ladies go ahead, I'll be in."

Michelle grabbed Marcia by the hand and pulled her towards her bedroom. Marcia turned towards me. I could see the want in her eyes, or maybe it was a need, was there really any difference any more?

I stepped out onto the porch. Looking at the trees swaying in the wind helped me think. I thought I may have gotten in over my head here. Michelle was easy, she was appreciative and would take whatever I gave her. Marcia was different, she had expectations and I didn't really know what I was doing. I thought back to her words in the restaurant, 'explore together,' she had said. Perhaps she understood I was no seasoned pro and give me some leeway. That thought made me feel a little better about it all.

I walked into the bedroom to find the two women eating each other's pussies in a sixty nine position. Marcia was on top, of course, always the predator. Marcia the lioness wanted a taste of being the lamb.

That thought made me smile.

I sat on a the chair in the corner and watched them. They were both moaning and attacking each other hungrily. It was mesmerizing. So far they had ignored me which I appreciated.

Michelle came first which was no surprise, her orgasms came easily. There were no barriers in her, her mind and body were simply open to pleasure.

Marcia had to work harder. Her mind got in her way. I walked towards them and pulled some oil out of the drawer in the nightstand. I traced my hand along Marcia's body as Michelle continued to lick her pussy.

I lubed my fingers and circled Marcia's exposed asshole. She cried out and looked back at me. Her face showed surprise and something else I couldn't quite place.

Her moans grew more intense and I stuck one finger just inside her. I told Michelle to suck her clit as I fucked her ass with my finger. She went wild and began grunting as if in pain but not. Her orgasm could be contained no longer and ripped through her. Her grunts turned to moaning cries.

She collapsed on her back and I pulled her to the edge of the bed. She said she wanted a celebration and she was going to get one. She was so beautiful laying there. Her large breasts fell to each side and she was still trying to catch her breath.

I told Michelle to lay her arms out and kneel over them to hold her in place while I unzipped my pants and pulled my erect cock out. I pulled her long legs up and laid them against my chest and ran my hands down them. They were smooth and muscular.

My cock waited at her opening. She looked at me confused.

"What are you waiting for? Fuck me!"

"You forgot to say please," I answered.

"Please,"

I pressed forward just inside her pussy.

"We will address this later," I told her.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

I entered her pussy hard. I saw the excitement in her expression. This is what she wanted. Well this is what she would get, I thought.

I fucked her with hard piercing strokes. I watched her close her eyes and give in to the pleasure. She enjoyed being fucked, that much was obvious.

Hard stroke after hard stroke, I watched her lovely breasts bounce about. Her moans grew more intense. I looked to Michelle and could see her interest. I thought perhaps I'd have another offer soon.

She screamed when her orgasm came. It was still powerful but it seemed to come easier for her this time. I thought she was allowing herself to open up more. That was my goal with her. To break the barriers within her.

We had agreed to meet again on Saturday night. I told Marcia I would text her what I expected her to wear.

"Is that something I should expect from now on?" she asked as I released her from kissing goodbye.

"Are you complaining already?" I asked.

"Just curious."

"I would suggest you focus your energy more on doing well and less on trying to gauge what to expect."

"Of course, forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive. Although there will be a correction Saturday night."

"For?"

"For forgetting to say please."

She laughed.

"Oh, right. I shall look forward to it."

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Marcia

I looked at myself in the mirror. He had me dressed very provocatively in a light beige halter crop top, a matching mini skirt that flared out, and thigh high nylons. He left the undergarment and shoe choices to me.

It looked nice but I felt ridiculous knowing the tops of the nylons would be peeking out as I moved. And I didn't know if we were going out in public or not. I met Michelle at the salon earlier and she said she wasn't sure of his plans.

Frustrating man.

Every time he picked out outfits for her she always looked amazing and elegant. For me he dressed me like a prostitute.

I did have a perfect pair of matching high heeled shoes at least. Whatever his plans I would be equal to it..... at least I hoped to be.

I chose a bra that fit the top nicely and a sexy pair of panties that showed off a good chunk of my buttcheeks. I wasn't brave enough for a thong but I certainly wasn't wearing anything conservative either.

His majesty opened the door when I arrived.

"May I take your coat?" he asked.

I smiled and turned as he pulled my coat from me. I immediately saw the gleeful gleem in his eye when I turned back. He was enjoying himself already.

"You look lovely," he said.

"Thank you. Will I be working any corners this evening?" I asked.

His laugh made me smile and eased my anxiety a bit.

"I hadn't planned on it but the night is young yet."

He stopped and turned before entering the living room.

"You will not be allowed to use your feet in the living room this evening, I'm afraid."

"What...... why?"

"This is one of those corrections you so elegantly requested at our meeting."

"How will I move?"

I was very confused.

"You have hands and you have knees. I wouldn't think it should be so very difficult."

'Crawl! He wanted me to crawl!'

He smiled, turned and walked in ahead of me.

I paused at the threshold. He and Michelle were sitting on the couch which faced me. A bottle of wine was already open with glasses waiting.

At least he was waiting for me before pouring, I thought. It made me feel special. I thought he might be showing me that I am no longer the outsider.

The two of them were facing each other pretending not to notice me. I assumed they were giving me space to decide if I would go through with this or not.

His words returned to me. '... those corrections you so elegantly requested...' Is this what I requested?

I took a deep breath and went to my hands and knees and crawled my way to them. I kept my head high as if to preserve some semblance of dignity.

They both turned toward me and Michelle burst into giggles.

"May I ask.... sir," I said sir with maybe a bit too much sarcasm, I will admit. "Whether or not I am allowed to use flippancy this evening?"

"Flippancy is not only allowed but encouraged," he answered.

"Thank God," I said as I reached the sofa and sat upon it.

He poured the wine and handed us our glasses. Michelle was still giggling but not as much as when I entered. We all clinked glasses and took a sip.

"I'm glad I could amuse you, dear friend," I said to Michelle.

"I'm sorry but I couldn't help it. I begged him to let me tape it but he said he wasn't sure you could handle that yet and forbid it."

I turned to him.

"Yet?"

He just smiled. He wasn't giving anything away. I was too confused to process any of it. I knew I would need to simply go with the flow and see how I felt about it all later. I was impressed with him though. Of that I was already sure.

We were on our third glass when another surprise happened by.

"Jason!" Michelle exclaimed, jumped up and ran into his arms. "I didn't know you were coming home tonight."

"I texted Brian," he said.

We both looked to Brian. She questioningly and me suspiciously.

"I thought it'd be a nice surprise."

Michelle pulled him into the chair across from us. I felt my heart leap into my chest when I saw him notice what I was wearing.

"What is happening here?" he asked.

"Nothing really. Just a get together," Michelle answered.

Michelle asked him about a thousand questions which he very chivalrously answered. It was obvious he loved his mom and her enthusiasm was heartwarming.

I realization hit me at one point. I whispered into Brian's ear.

"I need to use the bathroom."

"You don't need my permission for that," he replied.

"Yes, but..."

"But?" he fired back.

A myriad of thoughts ran through my mind. I could try and wait it out. I could ask permission to use my feet, I would be sure to say please. Michelle's enthusiasm seemed endless. I had to go. I had to go now.

I lowered myself to the floor facing away from everyone. My body was shaking and I forced myself to move. One pace at a time towards the bathroom. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I could only imagine where Jason's eyes were but I had a pretty good idea. I heard him ask.

"What is she doing?"

"She sort of lost a bet," I heard Brian reply.

When I reached the hall I stood and ran to the bathroom. I was filled with emotions, one of them being excitement.

I was excited.... Noticably excited.

I used the restroom, washed and checked my makeup. I took a little longer to breathe in and out. I had no choice but to go back. At least my front was a little less revealing than my back, I thought. But no less humiliating.

When I reached the living room Michelle was waiting standing up.

"They went to one of their friends for a bit. You want to grab another bottle and go on the back porch?"

"Yes," I breathed, relieved.

I went to step but stopped. His instructions were to not use my feet in the living room this evening. I went back to my hands and knees and moved forward.

"Marcia, he isn't here.*

I looked at her.

"His instruction was to not use my feet in the living room tonight. He didn't say anything different before he left, did he?"

"No," she answered.

"And if he should ask about it?"

"You're right. I couldn't lie to him. Could you?"

"I don't think so. I can use my feet once I get there."

I crawled my way to the porch door. It wasn't humiliating with just Michelle there. She understood what was happening but it also wasn't nearly as exciting. I knew I would be thinking about that later.

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Brian

I returned a couple of hours later. The two ladies were on the porch.

"Where's Jason?" Michelle asked.

"He's won't be back til late. He said to tell you he is free all day tomorrow and will be happy to do whatever you like."

I looked at the two of them. They were sharing a blanket. It had gotten rather chilly.

"How are you ladies?" I asked.

"Well, one of us is giddy her son is home for a visit and one of us is furious she was humiliated earlier in front of him. Care to guess which is which?" Marcia said.

"Did it excite you?" I asked after I finished laughing.

"That is not the point."

"It is exactly the point."

"I thought all of our dealings would be in private."

"You said as I deemed appropriate. Those were your words," I said as I sat near her. "Do you wish to take them back?"

She let out a long breath.

"No."

"I don't remember you asking me to make you feel comfortable in the cafe. Did you ask me to make you feel comfortable?"

"No."

"In fact, I think that the entire reasoning behind your request was that you wanted to explore being made to feel uncomfortable. Is that not right."

"That is right."

"And you wanted me to be the one to decide how to make you uncomfortable. Is that not also right?"

"That is right."

"Then my last question is, will we be having this conversation again? Think before you answer."

I did think. I knew right away what the answer would be but I thought anyway. He was right. Everything he said was exactly right. I was entirely wrong.

"No, sir. I was wrong."

"I do have one more question. Is there any more room under that blanket?"

They both laughed, grabbed me and pulled me between them.

"Did Jason say anything," Marcia asked.

"He would not stop talking about it."

"What! What did he say?"

"He went on and on about how hot your ass looked and the stockings really pushed him over the edge. You may have seriously traumatized him."

"It was your doing, not mine."

"Well, he will never forget it. That I can guarantee you."

"Oh my God. Will there be another punishment forthcoming?"

I chuckled.

"Another 'correction,' yes."

"May I, at least, express my remorse by sucking your beautiful cock.... please, sir?"

I turned to Michelle.

"You see how quickly she learns?"

Michelle giggled.

"You both will be endlessly fun."

"Very well," I said to Marcia.

"Thank you, oh captain, my captain," she said as she pulled out my cock and took it deep into her mouth.

*Was that meant as sarcastic or respectful?" I asked her.

She pulled up and looked to me.

"Fifty, fifty, sir." she said before she resumed.