Shortly before noon, Rachel emerged from bed with a spring in her step. After all, it wasn’t every day she woke up expecting to have a three-way.

She’d packed the silky black robe to wear as a housecoat while they were staying over at Mika’s house, but without anything underneath, it was a stunning showcase for her curves – and for her small size, Rachel had a lot of those. She couldn’t find the cord that was supposed to tie off the robe, and had made do with a thin leather belt that she’d intended for use with her jeans.

Going back and forth on the question of underwear, she’d come down in favour of a pair of lace bikini briefs that would at least give her boyfriend Bertie something to take off. Or maybe it wouldn’t be Bertie doing the undressing…

The plan had been gestating in her friend Mika’s mind for over a year, ever since her previous attempt at a ménage-a-trois had been waylaid by too much excitement and a bit too much wine. But the young woman was persistent and she’d waited, or at least schemed, until the opportunity had come round again.

In theory, anyway. Because neither Mika nor Bertie were anywhere to be found.

Sure, she’d found Bertie’s note left on the door. All it had said was ‘Something came up, I’ll be back this afternoon’, what was she supposed to do with that? And why would Mika have left with him?

One explanation crept treacherously to mind, but she threw it out immediately. The thought of Bertie and Mika slipping off for some side action was ridiculous. They didn’t even like each other all that much. Bertie seemed to think of Mika like a child instead of a twenty-four year-old woman – overeager, immature and fragile. And to be fair, Mika hadn’t done much to change his mind.

Or maybe… that made all too much sense. A bit of reverse psychology, to keep Rachel from thinking that her boyfriend had stepped out on her?

She considered her options, but aside from texting Bertie – who wouldn’t respond if he was driving – all of them involved putting on real clothes. So she did what she could. She poured a strong cup of coffee, making a mental note to compensate Mika’s parents for dipping into their Bailey’s… and she waited.

Shortly before four P.M., she heard the telltale crunch of snow in the driveway outside as their car pulled in. She’d closed the blinds earlier, not wanting to give the neighours a show, but snuck a peek as Bertie emerged from the car. He looked… troubled.

She caught him as he got in the door, “Where have you been?”

It was a good question. It was a necessary question, even if it came out more aggressively than she might have wanted it.

Their eyes met. Bertie’s expression darkened.

“I need some time to think,” he said, and went upstairs.

Mika appeared behind him, and Rachel felt her ears burn. Her friend was single. She was pretty, and tall and skinny – and sixteen years younger than Rachel. For whatever reason, Mika and Bertie were acting a lot closer than before, and Rachel wasn’t sure she liked what that implied.  She needed, had to know what happened.

And then Mika told her.

“His… his dad?” Rachel stammered, “All I know about Gil is that he walked out when Bertie was a kid. I’m surprised they’re even talking, much less pulling this clandestine bullshit. Why wouldn’t Bertie tell me?”

“Don’t blast him too hard for that. I think Bertie wanted something to have changed after all that time, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up.”

“And…?”

The younger woman shook her head. “He’s not going to change. Bertie’s dad, I mean. It wasn’t pretty, but Bertie’s finally made his peace with that. I get that you’re mad about the secrecy, but give him a little time, okay?”

“I know. But... that man! Sometimes I can’t decide if I want to hug him or smack him!”

“What, you can’t do both?” joked Mika, and bit her tongue. “Um… now that we’ve changed topic, can I ask about the merry widow look?”

Suddenly reminded that she was nearly naked, Rachel blushed. “Well, I was getting ready for that ‘thing’ you said you wanted to do this weekend—”

“Oh!”

“Yeah. Sorry, Mika. Looks like it didn’t work out again.”

She expected the younger woman to pout, but Mika had always been more self-assured and much smarter than she liked to let on. Something twinkled behind her dark eyes.

“I had a thought. It’s risky, but believe it or not, it might actually do Bertie some good. You want to hear it?”

***

“Honey? Can you come downstairs, please?”

Her voice echoed to the top of the banisters, and Rachel sat down on the loveseat beside Mika. They’d thrashed out their plan in hushed whispers, and while Rachel found it to be a little elaborate, she was still a little bit wet just from imagining it.

The staircase was still, and Rachel started to worry. If Bertie didn’t come down on his own steam, all of their planning was for nothing.

But then she heard it – the shuffle and thump of her boyfriend’s familiar heavy-footed gait, and she breathed out a sigh of relief.

Bertie must have showered since he’d shut himself upstairs. His hair and beard were wet, and he’d changed into pajamas. Normally, she’d give him a warm hug and maybe a pinch on the cheek. But then she’d have to break character.

“I’ve just been having a little chat with our little girl,” she told him, gesturing to Mika. “Sneaking out of the house. Disappearing for hours. Meeting up with strange men. I don’t know what kind of home she thinks she was raised in, in this house that’s cause for a good spanking – don’t you think so?”

Mika said nothing, her head bent, but Rachel could see her grinning from underneath the cascade of hair. She hoped that Mika’s eagerness wouldn’t give them away too soon.

Bertie pinched the bridge of his nose. “Rachel, she was with me the whole time. I see what you’re doing and I appreciate it, but I really don’t feel up to spanking anybody right now.”

He couldn’t have said it better if she’d written a script.

“I don’t think you understand me, mister. We have rules in this household, and they apply to everybody, even you. That’s only fair.”

Her voice exuded maternal dominance, but behind it Rachel’s heart was pounding. If Bertie didn’t decide to play along…

“Yes, dear,” he mumbled. She might have missed his answer altogether if it hadn’t elicited a chuckle out of Mika.

“And what’s so funny, young lady?”

“Nothing, Mommy.”

“You won’t be laughing in a minute. Get over my knee.”

Mika stood up with a bit more enthusiasm than Rachel would have thought appropriate. No doubt the younger woman had fantasized about this kind of scene and was eager to see it played out. But Rachel, shifting toward the centre of the loveseat, had already decided on a more measured approach.

“Stop.” She held up her hand, stopping Mika before she could lie back down across her lap. “Is this how I punish naughty girls?”

“Um, no?” Mika replied uncertainly.

“’No’ is right. In this household, a spanking is a bare-bottom affair, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Mika flashed a pouty look in Bertie’s direction and then reached for her waistband, emphasizing each roll of her hips as she peeled off the tight leggings.

And Bertie was captivated. Was he enjoying Mika’s humbling, or anticipating his own turn? Rachel looked forward to finding out.

She guided Mika into position and raised her palm.

“Ready?”

She brought her hand down, and whatever noise it made was immediately drowned out by Mika’s resulting shriek. Almost as a reflex, Rachel felt the urge to shush her, to remind her that the neighbours would hear her making such a racket.

But that was missing the point. The thing that excited Mika, even more than the ‘punishment’ itself, was the thought that someone was listening in. So she whined and wriggled and yelled her head off until Rachel’s ears were ringing and Mika’s little butt had a warm pink tinge.

And after that, Rachel was still wrong. As she pulled Mika up from her lap, she heard something that sounded – even if quietly – like laughter.

“I trust you know where you’re going now?”

Mika’s eyes drifted toward the stairs, and Rachel sighed.

“Nice try. Find yourself a spot in the corner until I’m finished with your Daddy. Hands on your head.”

“But Mommy—”

“Don’t you ‘but Mommy’ me unless you want extras.”

Rachel was surprising even herself with her commitment to the role, and Mika didn’t look like she wanted to test it. Placing her hands on top of her head, she planted her nose in the corner of the room.

And then Rachel cast her eye on Bertie.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

He didn’t notice the shift immediately – after all, he’d come into this little drama as a spectator. She was pretty sure he gulped as the penny dropped.

“Um… no, dear.”

“Good. Because it’s your turn now.”

Bertie shuffled toward her, trying to hike down his pajama pants despite the prominent obstacle in front. She couldn’t blame him for enjoying a cute girl getting a much-needed spanking, but Mika had really just been the opening act.

As he got within reach, she took his cock firmly in her hand. Even at the edge of his own punishment, he was stiff as a cinder block, a single bead of moisture dangling at the tip of his head.

Rachel glanced at Mika, then back to Bertie.

She whispered, “I thought you might appreciate the warm-up, but if this isn’t what you want…”

“You’re asking me now?” he groaned quietly. “If I say yes, does it mean you’re going to spank me harder?”

“Sounds about right.”

“Mm… yes, then.”

She drew him down for a kiss, and pulled drew him over her knee – only to realize a problem she hadn’t seen coming. The loveseat wasn’t their couch at home – it had only barely accommodated Mika, and Bertie was both slightly taller and a lot heavier.

Rachel readjusted, taking some of Bertie’s weight off her lap by letting his feet drop to the floor. Her solution was far from perfect – while she now had space to move her arm, Bertie’s balance was so far off that he was going to fall off with the first twitch or wriggle.

She also noticed in all her shuffling that one of her boobs had slipped out from behind her robe. And that, of all things, set off a light of inspiration.

“On your feet, mister.”

He was confused, as she’d expected, but for the time being she was still in charge. He staggered to his feet, still bound by the pants around his ankles, and she stifled a laugh.

“Bend over,” she instructed, pointing to the edge of the settee. It rattled a bit as Bertie laid himself over, and it looked for a moment like the loveseat would tip over. When it held, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief and reached for the belt that so far had done a passable-at-best job of holding the folds of her robe together.  

Rachel’s boyfriend had told her often – sometimes in outlandish detail – how sexy he found her ass. She was a short woman with wide hips and that made her butt a prominent feature, one she knew was appreciated, even if not always to the extent of Bertie’s adoration.

Bertie did not have a sexy ass. His was pale and round and covered in thick hair, but she loved it anyway. Because when she took control, he’d hand over that ass for whatever his lover saw fit.

She folded the belt in half and tapped it against Bertie’s haunches. She let him feel the warm leather on his skin for just an instant… and then pulled her arm back.

“Ee-yow!” Bertie hissed.

“I think ten strokes should be enough to address your little field trip. Are you going to be up to that?”

“Yeah, of course- shit!” he cried out as she caught him unprepared.

“That’s my honey. No pain, no gain.”

“Remind me what I’m gaining from this…”

She leaned in beside his ear and told him. His posture changed immediately, and he took the last eight lashes with no more commentary than an occasional gasp. She decided to leave it at ten, Bertie’s butt was tiger-striped with red but wasn’t showing any signs of welts. The marks would fade by the next day, but he’d still feel them.

A flash of movement behind her caught Rachel’s attention.

She strode over to the corner where Mika was standing ramrod still – conspicuously so. Her hands were laced over her head exactly as instructed, but Rachel was sure that their position had changed since last she’d seen them.

“Little girl, were you doing something that your Mommy wouldn’t approve of?”

“Um, no? I don’t think so…”

Mika kept her face toward the wall, her expression unreadable, but it was her fingers that gave her away. She hadn’t been able to wipe them off before Rachel had noticed her.

Rachel traced her own digits between Mika’s slim thighs. The younger woman was just as damp as she’d imagined, and Rachel slid inside without a hint of resistance.

“See here… it feels like you were getting wet listening to your Daddy getting his spanking,” Rachel murmured, starting to gently rub.

Impressively, Mika stayed in position even as an agonized whine rose from her throat.

“How do you think your Daddy feels about that?”

“I don’t know,” Mika groaned, “left out?”

“You could always ask.”

Rachel shuddered as the furnace-blast of her lover’s breath singed the nape of her neck. She withdrew from Mika, and instead embraced the man behind her, contorting her body against his broad trunk, her free hand cradling his face, her lips seeking his.

Free to move, and not wanting to be forgotten, Mika pressed her own lips against Rachel’s right breast, rolling her tongue over her Mommy’s already-swollen nipple. Red-hot waves washed over Rachel’s skin. Her mouth ran dry.

“Should we…” she swallowed and tried again, “should we take this upstairs?”

Bertie and Mika’s eyes met, and they shared a conspiratorial grin between them.

There would be no answer. The two moved in unison, Bertie tugging the robe from her shoulders while Mika languidly peeled off her panties, the fabric tickling Rachel’s soft inner thighs on its way to the floor.

Rachel clung even tighter to Bertie and the robe caught behind her arms, binding her. Now kneeling on the floor, Mika blew her a kiss. Tiny as it was, the gust made Rachel’s short hairs rise.

Never one for patience, Mika leaned in, sucking on Rachel’s tender folds, eagerly seeking her clit. The heat Rachel felt, even naked to her elbows, was overwhelming, she could only imagine what Mika was feeling, much less what she could taste.

She trembled as the young woman coaxed out her target, but Bertie held firm, cradling Rachel against him, dotting her neck with kisses. She could feel his hard-on pressing unrelentingly at her tailbone. What she’d done with the belt had tormented him less than having to share her.

She couldn’t hear anything but the sound of her own heart beating, blood pumping hot and urgent. Mika’s hungry tongue moved snakelike through Rachel’s wet slit, ever closer, bringing Rachel ever closer—

And then Mika flinched. It wasn’t much, just a small twitch, but for a second Rachel lost her momentum. Then the sound of a cough broke through her fog, and it dawned on Rachel what was happening.

It was a rookie mistake. In her eagerness to go down on Rachel, the silly girl had put herself in a position that she couldn’t hold for long. Rachel was on the cusp, she was so close, but Mika wouldn’t be able to carry her there. Not like that.

“Trade with her,” she whispered huskily to Bertie.

“I think Mommy’s done giving orders.”

“Mommy will beg if she has to. Please.”

The thought must have been tempting, but after a moment his grip loosened. Rachel’s legs were like jelly, and she slumped awkwardly to the floor, never having been more grateful for shag carpeting.

Her head swimming, Rachel couldn’t make out what Bertie said to Mika, but it was a short conversation. The pair shared a quick, sloppy kiss before he lowered himself to the ground, positioning himself prone between Rachel’s thighs while Mika inched up beside Rachel’s shoulder.

“Did I do okay?” she asked, her lips still sticky with Bertie’s spit and Rachel’s juices.

“You were fine,” Rachel assured her, “I just wanted to thank you properly.”

Mika seemed confused at first, but complied as Rachel maneuvered her so that her slim legs straddled Rachel’s throat. Bertie’s mouth had already begun to explore Rachel’s inner recesses, and she silently hoped he’d hold off until she had Mika where she wanted her.

“Should I take my top off?” Mika was saying self-consciously. “It’s weird that I’m the only one who’s not naked—“

Finding her way to those sore little cheeks, Rachel clenched her hands around Mika’s ass and pulled her in.

“Oh! Oh…”

Rachel had no sooner begun to lick Mika’s wet slit than she felt Bertie entering her from below, his fingers and palate moving in sync. She moaned – after ten years, her lover knew just how to excite and please her. But that put her at a disadvantage. Rachel’s last experience with another woman had been a very long time ago. She remembered the steps, but she was clumsy and uncertain. Not that Mika seemed to notice, her eyes closed and cast to the ceiling, hips rocking against Rachel’s chin.

Another wave of pleasure nearly took the breath out of Rachel. She would never last, Bertie was going to have her in a puddle on the floor long before she could get Mika off. She should have had him tend to her first—

That was it. She let his rhythm flow through her, adapted it to her own motions, and passed it onto Mika.

Mika came first, her sounds closer to a whistle than a scream, almost too high for human hearing. She fell to her side on the carpet, grimacing as she landed on her butt, laughing at some private joke.

Rachel was next. Blind from the sweat pouring from his forehead, Bertie found his way by touch to the delicate but reactive place deep in her core. His finger alone might have unlocked it, but his deft tongue stripped her of any resistance. The room spun and she grabbed him for support. Their lips met again, and he thrust himself inside her. He was finished before her afterglow had faded.

In the moments that followed, Rachel lay on the floor among the sprawl of bodies. She glanced toward Bertie, half-asleep beside her, his ass still vibrant red after the belt, a solid testament to both his resilience and his boundless trust.

She turned to Mika, still nursing a sore bottom of her own, who she might never see again, and repressed a note of sadness. Maybe Mika would cherish this memory for the rest of her life, and maybe it would just be some racy story shared between her friends when she was Rachel’s age.

Only time would tell.