I went into the bathroom where I found Vi rinsing off the purple dildo, the black strap-on folded neatly in its harness, the soap and the water running down the drain.

“Yellow light…just checking in with you.” I said, watching as Vi cleaned the dildo with earnest dedication. “It got pretty intense out there and it’s probably going to get…more intense. Brenda and I really, really get into the verbal stuff, so, I just want⁠—“

Vi turned to me, a big smile on her face. “Wendy, that was unbelievable. I’ve had women treat me rough and toss me around a little in bed, and I always wanted more.” Vi put the dildo onto the towel next to the sink, then leaned over and kissed me, a sweet kiss since we were still in an interlude. “I think you two are going to more than give me what I’ve wanted to experience for years.”

“Mmm…just you wait, Vi.” I said. “Green light?”

“Green light.” Vi nodded.

"Vi, we need to go back in there and make Mistress Brenda happy. We forgot to get her off and she's basically furious."

Vi looked surprised. "Oh fuck…I didn't know. We've got to do her right." She jumped right back into her character, the scared novice submissive right back in front of me moments after we were just speaking as friends.

"I know. She won't forget that we left her hanging, but we can try to at least calm her down." I said.

"You want me to finish this, right?" She said, holding the dildo.

I shook my head. "Leave it. It's good enough. Follow me, slut, your mistress needs you."

"Yes, Wendy.” Vi said. She leaned forward and kissed me.

I looked at her as we went back toward the bed. "Don't be so fucking confident, little slut." I slapped her on the ass, leaving a handprint, and smiled. "Now come on, don't make us any later."

"Oh, you two are back…glad you didn't forget that your mistress's pussy is aching for the release you were too fucking distracted to give her." Brenda said. She reclined on the bed, legs spread, prepared for Vi and me.

"We're here to fix our mistakes, Mistress." Vi said, taking on her role with gusto. I watched as my student moved over Brenda, placing a hand on each of Brenda's thighs and spreading my wife's legs to allow room for both of us.

"You didn't say sorry…if I didn't know any better, I'd almost think you were learning how to be a smarter little slut." Brenda rasped.

I leaned over Brenda, letting my tits drag along the length of my wife’s thigh as I made my way toward her pussy. I looked over at Vi, and we exchanged a mischievous look, knowing we were both ready for the same thing.