Wendy smiled wildly, knowing how crazy it sounded. “Yup…we’d been casual friends for a few years, then we sort of orbited around the idea of dating…and then she tells me she has sex with a few other women on the side, and I think she thought it would be the thing that made it not meant to be. But then I said yes, and two days later I was eating her out on a bed in a hotel room while Yara and two other girls watched…and we haven’t really looked back since.”

I looked at Wendy and saw the genuine excitement inside of her. Whoever she had been before, she had gone through a transformation. Of course, it probably wasn’t all because of the mind-blowing sex, but I’m pretty sure it helped.

“I want to go further, Wendy. I want to do more.” I sat up straight. “This whole BDSM thing…you two have shown me a whole new way to feel, and I guess you could say I’m kinda addicted at this point.”

“Well…” Wendy stood up and moved over to the couch I was sitting on. She draped her legs over my lap and onto the arm of the couch, “we can certainly help you explore…but I’ll tell you that Brenda and I learned almost everything we know about BDSM from a certain woman who brought you into this whole thing.”

“You mean Yara?”

“Indeed…” Wendy played with a strand of my hair, lifting it up and letting it drift back down to my face. “We still haven’t gotten to the level of ropes and knots that Yara can do in her sleep, and if you think Brenda and I took things to a high level, Yara will take you to an entirely new galaxy. She made me come once without even touching me…she just tied me up on the bed and whispered to me, and the things she said…” Wendy stroked my cheek, the warmth of her hand a balm against my skin, “well, I won’t spoil things, but Yara’s way with dirty talk is maybe even a better use of her tongue than eating pussy.”

I looked at Wendy and raised an eyebrow, wondering how that would even be possible.

“Vi! Yara’s here!” Brenda shouted from the front room, where she had been working on answering emails ever since the three of us decided to cool things down for the day. Even outside of BDSM, Brenda seemed to like to torture herself even further by answering emails over the weekend.

With Wendy still draped over me, I wanted to get that little extra bit of intimacy that I wanted so dearly.

I leaned in and kissed Wendy, feeling her body react to mine with instant attention. It was like we were right back in bed together, ready for another round.