Book 01: A Match Made Ch. 03

Finally, I turned the dial back to one and took off the ball gag. Lissy was gasping for fresh air, but managed, "What the fuck is that thing and where did you find it?"

"Did you enjoy yourself, baby?"

"It was... it may have been... oh fuck, I don't know. My mind is blown and my body is screaming at me to keep at it for another week or ten." Her eyes focused, she took a deep breath, and asked, "Can I please have more?"

How can you not love a woman who enjoys her sexual pleasure the way my wife does?

Now here's the fun part. We were out to dinner with Destiny and Shade on the following Friday. Lissy told them about my little surprise. I could see Destiny flush; Shade sat, a small smile on her face.

Destiny was looking at me, waiting for me to say something. And when I did, I asked, "Why don't you two come back to the house with us and I can show you." Destiny squealed; Shade's smile got bigger. I looked at Lissy and asked, "That okay with you, lover?" Wide browns showed her shock at my question and invitation, but she nodded slowly.

"I think that would be fun." She turned and asked Destiny, "You up for it, kiddo?" Destiny nodded slowly, her eyes darting between Lissy and Shade. "Honey? Got anything to add?"

"I think we'll find out just how much fun it is. Lissy sure gave an interesting summation of her experience." Shade leaned over, gave her wife a kiss, and said, "If you're up for it, sweetie, then I'm in too."

Shade surprised the three of us by volunteering to go first. Destiny fastened her arms and legs, per my instructions, and then put my special cream on Shade's nipples. Good thing she was wearing the ball gag, because it muffled her shrieks. Destiny looked at me and said, "Is it that bad? Or is it that good?"

I smiled and said, "You'll get to find out soon enough. Now here's how you fix the electrodes to her thighs."

Shade went somewhere no one knew about when I turned the dial to two. Her body was so turned on she went completely limp. So much so that Destiny whispered in my ear, "Is she okay?" I answered by dialing down to one. Shade's eyes opened and flashed at me, as if ordering me to dial it back up.

Well, fine!! I dialed it up to three; Shade moaned, her body shaking as another orgasm ripped through her. I left it there for twenty seconds or so before dialing down to two. She moaned again, and seconds later was caught up in the throes of another round of exquisite pleasure.

I whispered to Destiny, "Go lick her pussy, especially her love button." She smiled at me and did as I asked. Shade moaned through the gag, looking down at her wife loving her. I could see her try in vain to focus her eyes; I helped by dialing back to one.

"Does the cream help or hurt your pleasure, Shade?" I was curious. She nodded. I took that to mean the feeling of hot was a good thing .

We sat in chairs afterward, Shade curled in Lissy's lap, completely wiped out from the continuous pleasure that little devil of a machine gave her.

"That damn thing is dangerous." Huh?

"Dangerous, how, honey? It looked like you were totally caught up in your pleasure. That's not a bad thing is it?"

"No, no, no, sweetie. It's quite extraordinary and kind of hard to explain. Lissy, would you like to take a shot at answering? I snickered to myself. I would catch my honey staring off into space at times and I couldn't help but wonder if she was relieving her night in the chair.

As if reading my mind, Lissy looked at me and said, "I can't wait to give you your turn with that damn thing." She turned to our guests and said, "As often and as thoroughly as we love each other, I've never come so hard or so often as I did with that god damned, god blessed little machine. It's an amazing toy. It does create an interesting dilemma, though. I could see it becoming something addictive, which could be very harmful to a relationship."

Shade jumped in quickly. "Absolutely!! It's got to be used sparingly." She smiled and said, "Although, even if used sparingly, a night with that thing every once in a blue moon will leave a mark on your soul, not to mention your psyche."

** October 17th, 2015 **

Lissy

That Saturday, on what was a gorgeous fall afternoon, it seemed almost a shame to take Mick to a movie. But he'd seen the trailer for the recently released "Pan" on TV and asked if we would take him. So we all had our popcorn, candy and drinks and settled in. The movie was cute, the Neverland the writers created kept our little guy mesmerized, and Kara and I got to ogle the strikingly gorgeous Rooney Mara of the famous Mara family.

We went to a place called Papa Ray's for dinner. We tried to let our little guy have a day each month that he could call the shots. The movie and dinner were his ideas. He got to pick the ingredients, too. He asked what feta cheese was and, seemingly satisfied, added it to the standard mozzarella. Pepperoni was fine, though I nearly spoke up in protest when he added anchovies. And mushroom and onions weren't necessarily my favs, but I kept quiet. But then he ended up adding pineapple; that was too much.

I felt Kara pinch my thigh, which stung. She whispered in my ear, "Let it go. You can take the pineapple off your slices." Sigh! The things we Mothers do for our kids.

Mick took the leash when we all took Sam out for her walk when we got home. It turned into a long, lovely stroll. The night sky was just turning completely black, the sky was clear, and the air was crisp and not too cool. Kara and I loved our new home, and as we got out in the neighborhood, we were feeling more and more at home and at peace.

Oh, and I forgot to mention this for some silly reason, but Rach and June fell in love with Samantha when they met her. There was one little problem.

"How come Mick gets a dog and I never did? It's just so...UGH!" June just shook her head at her honey's outburst.

"We had a dog before you came along, honey. She was also named Sam and was a retriever like this Sam. Sam got sick; leukemia in fact. We thought it was from the fertilizer the lawn service used, though we couldn't prove it. It was terrible. The vet tried chemo but it didn't work. There came a time when..." I had to pause and think of what I could tell her. "There came a time when she lost her vision. That, and her diarrhea, were when your father and I decided to have her put down. Your sister and brother cried for days, but it was the right decision. She wasn't healthy and wasn't enjoying life."

Poor Rachel cried. Kara cried. And I struggled to fight back tears. June held her honey while she cried. And I held blondie.

Mick was in bed. I would never let him know about the tragedy that befell Sam 1.0. And you can damn well bet we wouldn't be having a lawn service tend to our yard. I'd pay some neighborhood kid to mow the lawn. Fertilizer be damned.

When we all finally settled down I said to Rach, "I'm sorry to have to tell you about it so long after the fact. But it happened, and it was miserable. And I won't lie; a part of me is glad to have another shot at caring for a beautiful golden retriever like Sam."

J.R., Andi and little Robbie loved Sam too. My son gave me a quizzical look; I nodded, understanding his silent question. Robbie is a few months younger than Mick, and they became fast friends. Sam sniffed Robbie and, seemingly pleased, licked his face. Giggles followed. And Mick was jealous. He pulled Sam to him and said, "Gimme kiss." The dutiful dog lapped at his pet boy's face.

The ever dutiful Mom chirped, "Mick, share your new toy with Robbie." He pouted for a moment. The dog, hearing my voice, came over and rubbed herself on my leg. Kara still hasn't gotten over that. She teases me by saying 'Should I be jealous of your new suitor?' She's a dope, that one. But I forgive her, being blonde and all. Hee hee.

** July 17th, 2015 **

Lissy and Kara

We lay in bed after lovemaking, which was spectacular as always. It was a little chilly outside and the bedroom was pleasantly cool. Perfect for two energetic lovers.

Kara's head was on my shoulder and her fingers trailed figure eights around my breasts. That kid of mine, I'll tell ya.

"It's beyond miserable that your bank sent you out of town again, lover. And I'm so glad you're home." I laughed.

"I'd have absolutely no way of knowing that, blondie. But thank you, and thank you for a most enthusiastic and thorough welcoming." She giggled.

"It was no fun not having you here. Mick wasn't thrilled either, though we had a blast and a half. It's so cute how much energy he has up until the moment he has exactly none and crashes." I smiled.

"Then that's a really good thing, right?" She nodded. "You being alone with him, having to drop off and pick up from day care, and cooking. All things a dutiful Mom will do. Did you cook a lot?"

It wasn't fair to ask. I knew cooking wasn't one of Kara's strengths, but I wanted to check. She squirmed under the sheets and I could feel her jaw working as she tried to figure out how to answer.

"That much huh?" She sighed. I kissed her, deeply, and rolled over to face her as we lay arm-in arm, legs tangled as well.

"Welllllll, ya know, I tried. I did make English muffins for breakfast. And he was so proud, since I let him pick what kind of jelly he wanted *and* put it on by himself." How about that!!!

"Most excellent, babe. What else do you want to brag about?"

More squirming. She leaned and kissed me. Tough duty, isn't it?

"Wellllllll, when we went out to dinner, I did my best to make sure Mick ate kinda healthy foods. Tried to stay away from fries too often. He wasn't crazy about eating salads but he did. I found out he loves croutons. He thought the crunch was 'cool.' And it turns out he enjoys french onion soup. Scarfed the cup right up!! Oops, not the cup, actually, but the soup." I had to giggle. I know, I know, it wasn't nice, but blondie can and has said some of the cutest and silliest things.

"Okay, good. Anything else you'd care to share?"

"Yeah, brat, I missed the hell out of ya. And I'm done being grilled by you. Cease talking and commence fucking."

After the first go-round, my pleasure palace was sore. And I can't explain it, but when my lover started in on me again, I didn't feel much, if any, pain. She pulled me on top of her and muttered, through kisses, "Fuck me, woman, fuck me good. I need you tonight. Like always."

Damn if she doesn't know how to get my engines running. And kitty purring. I ground my sex to hers, pushing her legs wide while doing so. And, I pulled her hair sharply, to a muffled complaint, then moved from her mouth to her neck, nipping and biting lightly. No marks tonight, even if the weekend was upon us. Well, at least that was my intent. No telling what can happen when the two of us get started.

She lifted to me, pushing back as we moved together. I love us loving like this. I love the feel of her lithe, limber body against mine. She's strong and she's got enough stamina for the two of us. And I'm the lucky lady who gets the benefits of her fitness, not to mention her ardor. Nor her ever-evolving skill as a lover.

Her orgasm seemed to catch her by surprise; she cried out, pulled my mouth to hers and ravaged it, moaning into it as her bliss roared through her. I damn well kept after her, pushing, lifting, grinding our slick wet sex against each other. Some might call the noise 'obscene.' How stupid. It's magical, sensual, and it comes from two who love each other loving each other. What, pray tell, can be better than that?

I used about every trick I knew to draw out her orgasm. And when it finally slinked away, her body went limp beneath me. I lifted a bit, but kept most of me on top of her. And we kissed. We kiss a lot when we make love. Have I mentioned that? She loves kissing me about as much as I do her, whether we're in bed or grocery shopping. And I'm as big a fan of kissing her, and her kissing me, so we make a great pair on that account. Score one for the happy couple!!

"If you've got the time, I've got the energy, I think, to do unto you what you've just done to me." Hmm, I gotta think about that one!!

"Have at it, babe. I'm good to go." Famous last words, I'll tell ya. She did me up, used me all up, and left me a sated, exhausted, sweaty mess of a blissfully happy, contented cougar.

And we slept.

** October 17th, 2014 **

Lissy and Kara

Kara picked me up at O'Hare Friday night. She didn't have to stay at my house while I was out of town. That would have been inconvenient. Also, my house meant it was my turn to be her miss. Kara already detailed the adventures I put her through with emails earlier this week. And I had told her to go to my home after her appointment, completely disrobe, and sit in front of a window in Dylan's old office. Her appointment made that a breeze.

We chatted on the ride north. After we got off the tollway and had made our way east for a bit, blondie asked, "Are we going to stop and get something to eat?"

"Good idea, sweetie. Airline food hardly cuts it anymore. And on a flight as short as mine, 'food' means peanuts." I paused a moment, then continued, "There's a place called 'Yard House' that I've read about. Do you know how to get to the old naval air station off Lake Street?"

Kara looked at me; thankfully, we were at a red light. "You're kidding, right? This is your stomping ground. I'm up here once in a while, and usually it's at your house. You give me directions and I'll get us there."

She was right. And directions were easy. North on Greenwood to East Lake. Turn right and proceed East to the Glenview Town Center. And turn left. And that's as far as I knew. So, I did the obvious. Called 411, gave them the restaurant's name, and had them dial it for me. And the young woman who answered gave me directions through the maze to the restaurant. Easy peasy!!

Kara had the shrimp kale salad and I had the salmon kale. Both were delicious. When Kara agreed with my selection of a glass of Kendall Jackson chardonnay, I asked our server to bring us a bottle. Kara eyed me with suspicion.

"Hey, goofball, we can take what we don't drink here home with us." The light went on.

"Oh! Right! Duh!" I snorted; she pouted. So I kissed her. I know, right... tough duty all around.

I'm smiling right now as I type. And I don't think I stopped smiling the whole time we were in the restaurant. My honey sat close to me, close enough she could have put her leg over mine. And, horny wench that she is, do other things. I can not believe I wore a skirt home. Not smart, Lissy.

Then I remembered that I was miss for the week, or for what was left of it.

After our wine came, and we clinked glasses and had taken a sip, I put my glass down and said, in a hushed voice, "Pet, go to the bathroom at once and take your panties off. Not in a stall, either. And if anyone wanders in while you're doing your bidding, you're to tell them that you're following the instructions of your miss. Understood?"

Those gorgeous blue eyes widened and slowly turned gray, as they do when she's turned on. Which is, pretty much, all the time we're together. But you knew that. And she flushed beautifully. And squirmed. She didn't answer me at first, nor did she get up right away to do as she was asked.

I lifted an eyebrow, which seemed to do the trick.

"Yes, miss, pet understands." A pause, as her eyes flicked past me. And our server stopped to ask if everything was okay. I looked at Kara. "If you'd excuse me, ma'am, my miss has given me instructions and I need to use the ladies room." I smiled; the server's jaw dropped, her eyes nearly bugged out of her head, and she looked from Kara, who had gotten up and headed to the washroom, to me, who smiled sweetly.

"Yes, dear, I do believe everything is going swimmingly." Fish mouth ensued. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, it means a mouth opens but no words are spoken. You've likely seen it; possibly you didn't know what it's called.

A still brightly flushed Kara came back to the table and sat. Her gray eyes were still bright with her excitement. I knew without asking or touching that she was soaking wet. Quite possibly a few random drops slithered down her thigh after she returned.

I looked at my honey, who stared rather blankly at me. "Well?"

She blinked to focus, smiled wanly, and said, "Someone walked in on me just as I was pushing my panties to my feet. Meaning I was bent over and she could see every last inch of my treasures." Holy crap!! Even better than I imagined!!! "And I did as you instructed and told her about me and my instructions." Better yet!!!

I'm sorry if you're shocked at my response. Please know that I know how much Kara gets off on this stuff. What she wrote last Monday is hardly an exaggeration on her part. She loves the thrill of danger when exposed. I didn't particularly need her panties; they'd be off soon enough when we got home. But her eyes told me how much she got off on the caper.

"You put them in your purse, right, pet?"

She nodded. "Yes, miss."

"Why don't you take them out and wrap them around your left wrist. I think that would be darnn cute." It was Kara's turn for her eyes to bug out of her head. She did as I asked, and was winding for what was probably the last time when... you guessed it. Dinner arrived. Our server put the tray down, looked at Kara, looked at me, flushed a deep crimson, put our plates in front of us, turned on her heel and left. All without a word. Or asking us if we'd like more wine. Poor kid. I'm not joking when I say I would love to know what was going on in her head.

I smiled brightly at my fabulous blonde, who was still flushed, gray eyes still bright. I raised my eyebrows slightly.

"Thank you, miss. I very much enjoyed following your instructions." She gave me a cat-ate-the-canary smile and hissed, "And I'll be showing you just how much shortly." Yummy!!! My turn to squirm.

Our entrees were excellent. Someone else came by to pour more wine from our bottle. I caught her eyeing the two of us, especially Kara's wrist. After she did, she gave me a long look before leaving. How fun!!

I'm sure you know that most restaurants have their servers give their first names when they greet us for the first time. Things had gotten so... fun... that I'd forgotten ours. And I didn't bother asking Kara, who was still sitting with a glaze in her eyes, which had gone back to a brilliant blue.

I asked for the bill; when it came, I stuck a credit card in the slot, and handed it back to our server, who kept looking at Kara. Specifically, her wrist. I smiled brightly when her eyes shifted back to me. She turned without a word and left.

Kara looked at me. I shrugged and said, "Most likely shell shock." She nodded.

"Can we please go?" There was an edge to her voice that spoke of desperation. I had a little shiver of delight, thinking about what the rest of the night held.

"Soon as she comes back with the credit card slip for me to sign, lover. I added, "It will be 'exit stage left'" in my best Snaggle Puss voice.

She did, handed me the folder with a receipt, a restaurant copy for me to sign, and a copy for me. Which, to my shock, had her name and a phone number in her handwriting just below a "Thank You" with a heart beneath it. She was still at the table, waiting for my signature. I looked up at her and she flushed crimson. I signed the slip, added a healthy tip, took my credit card, the receipt, and my slip, put it all in my pocketbook, looked up, and smiled.

"Thank you, Robin. The food and the service was excellent. My name is Lissy and this gorgeous lady is my fiancé Kara. You put your name and phone number on my copy." Kara's head turned quickly and she stared at me with wide eyes. I kept mine on Robin and asked, "What would you like me to do with it?"