I stood in the kitchen, where a couple of hours ago, all of this started. I knew we would have fun with Vi, especially after the show she gave us all last night, but I didn’t expect her to jump into things with such enthusiasm. I heard feet padding down the stairs, and I knew the cadence and sound of Brenda’s footsteps, but was getting attuned to Vi’s.

Vi emerged from the hallway, her hair still wet from the shower. I noticed her skin had a new radiance about it. Her enormous eyes had an extra gleam, her cheeks still pink from her hot shower. She was just so exuberantly beautiful.

“Feel better?” I said, seeing her freshly bathed and refreshed self.

“Much. You’re not going to believe it, but my body somehow got covered in lube and wetness from two gorgeous women. So a shower was wonderful.” She adjusted the robe Brenda let her borrow, the pink terry cloth matching her hair almost exactly.

“Hmm, wonder how you got into that predicament…” I smiled.

Vi wrapped her arms around me, squeezing tight. She smelled wonderful, her hair wet and pressed against the side of my face. She leaned over, kissing me gently on the cheek, letting her lips linger close to my ear.

“Are we ok to, like, just kiss and make out like a couple when Brenda isn’t around? Or when we’re not in BDSM mode?” Vi said. “I just don’t want to put a wedge between you and Brenda. And, I’ve never done something like this before.”

“Oh, Vi, I think you should have a pretty good idea now that Brenda and I are pretty open when it comes to this stuff. I’ve had plenty of sex without Brenda around, and she’s done the same too. We’re honest about it and share stories, so, don’t worry a bit about one of us getting jealous.”

I leaned in, letting my mouth find Vi, tasting her. We were slow with it, there wasn't a rush, the intensity from before gone now. This wasn't an act of domination. It was affection and sweetness, something we hadn’t had much of for the past couple of hours.

Our tongues explored, and I held Vi by the small of her back. Vi moved her hand to the back of my head, pushing our kiss together deeper.

“You’re so beautiful. Vi. You know you don’t have to hang around with a couple of lesbians in their late thirties. I don’t want it to seem like we are pressuring you or anything.”