The Photographer Pt. 02

We drove back to Sarah's beach house with just the usual "how was the flight", BS talk. I wanted to scream: "Sarah, where the fuck have you been? Where the fuck did you go? Who the fuck is this bitch Beth?"

When I tried to ask a related question Sarah shut it down by saying: "Robin, Beth I can imagine you are both confused and want answers. We will discuss this later."

I got an answer of sorts when Beth in response to what Sarah said replied: "Yes Ma'am." What the hell kind of comment was that?

As we approached the house Sarah informed us: "Beth, you and I will be staying in my house at least for now. Robin, you will remain in yours."

She was back and yet after they left the car with their luggage I was alone again sitting on my deck looking at the moon.

At about my third glass of wine I saw movement on the beach approaching my deck. It was Beth. As she came up the stairs she asked me to please not tell Sarah she came to see me. She had lied to Sarah and told her she was going for a walk on the beach.

In the next 30 minutes I learned that Beth had been with Sarah on and off for a few years and that she felt very strong dependence on Sarah. We agreed to spend more time talking at every opportunity.

The very next morning I got a visit from Sarah. She told me that I was important to her but so was Beth in very much the same way. She told me I would be moving to her cabin where the three of us would live. I remember actually saying "Yes ma'am!" All the while thinking where the fuck did that Yes ma'am come from.

The first day was awkward. Beth and I were dancing around the fact that we had talked and at least Beth and I were wondering what the sleeping arrangements would be in this one bedroom cabin. As the day went on it became clear that Sarah was being openly physically affectionate with both of us.

That afternoon Sarah asked me in front of Beth "Did you share yourself with others while I was away?" I hesitated. She said: "You did, I know you did."

She was quiet for a while then stood and took my hand. She led me into the bedroom and asked Beth to follow.

She explained to us both that I had been very naughty and done a very bad thing. I just knew what was coming but I was wrong. She asked us what we should do about it. I was silent. Beth was silent.

Sarah looked at us both and said: "This is simple. If you want out just leave. If you stay you must never have sex outside of the three of us unless I tell you to. Understood? Agreed?"

We both said: "Yes Ma'am." I realized at that time that I really had become and loved being submissive to her and dominated by her. I was secure.

Sarah smiled, stood and said: "I would like you both naked now. You will remain naked as long as I say." We striped as she was speaking.

I just knew, or perhaps hoped, I would be spanked. When we finished she said: "Now look at each other. Do you like what you see?" We both nodded yes, and Beth said "yes ma'am!"

Sarah said: "It would please me right now to watch you make love."

Nothing happened, no one moved. Sarah sat in the bedroom chair as we stood naked in awkward silence. No one moved, no one spoke.

Sarah waited. After a short time she asked us to come and stand in front of her and face each other. As I looked at Beth and remembered our conversation from only a few nights ago I felt a closeness to her I did not expect an emotional closeness. I leaned in and kissed her gently.

She responded by putting one hand on my face sort of pulling me in and putting her other hand around my back again pulling me in.

I put my arms around her and pulled her close as well. I remember her tongue was asking for more and her hair smelled like coconut. It was thrilling to feel her breasts pushing into mine. I was gone. I felt Beths hand searching between my legs as we drifted to the bed. Beth was a very giving lover. She made me want to give more to surrender to her and I did. I remember the look on her face as she reached her first orgasm. I remember the musk of her taste and the wonderful curve of her bottom as my face found its way between her legs. I remember the soft strength of her thighs as they surrounded me and the feel of her feet on my back as she opened to me.

In the morning as I awoke the three of us were a tangled mass of limbs in the big bed.

Two weeks later Sarah left us to deal with a family illness. One evening Beth and I sat on the deck and for the first time talked honestly about our current situation. We admitted to each other that we had both fallen into some form of submissive, almost slave relationship with Sarah. We also admitted that we loved it. Right or wrong it suited our needs right now.

Beth asked me what had gotten Sarah so angry on our first night together. I told her about Pamela a woman Sarah had introduced me to and that I had seen while Sarah was away. I also told her that I was sure that something had happened between Sarah and Pamela and they were no longer friends. As we spoke I could see that Beth really wanted to meet this woman Pamela. We hatched a plan to make that happen and maybe discover the relationship she shared with Sarah.

As the conversation turned back to us Beth told me that it was not until weeks after Sarah left her that she realized how much she needed her. Beth had in fact called and begged Sarah to take her back. That explained Sarahs sudden departure from my life.

I explained that for me it was always just a game, an experiment, I could walk away from until one night Sarah inadvertently cemented the relationship. I decided to confide in Beth a deep dark secret very much knowing she could use it against me or to please me.

I took the chance and told her it all happened in a very unexpected way when Sarah decided to violate my one "off limits" thing, pain, and spanked me. I confessed that the one off limits thing, fear of pain, was the very thing that sent me to emotional places I had never been.

I told her that when Sarah spanked my butt, after only a few hits I started to have silent wave like orgasms. I confessed to her that when Sarah saw what was happening she spread my legs and slapped my labia and clit repeatedly that, once I overcame the pain, sent me into an orgasm that nearly made me pass out. I told Beth that I was telling her this because the sex I had shared with her was wonderful and I wanted it all with both her and Sarah.

She put her hand on my thigh, smiled and said: "I understand, more than you can know."

The conversation that followed was very eye opening. Beth was younger than me but had experienced more. She confessed that she worried that her needs, taste, in sex and relationships was just "wrong". Now she didn't care. She confessed that she was married to a guy once who lost her in a poker game and made her fuck the guy who won. The guy was big and her husband didn't know it but she loved that big penis forcing her open, overpowering her and stroking inside her.

As the evening wore on she took my hand and pulled me onto the beach naked for a walk. We swam nude in the warm North Carolina water and kissed and hugged in the waves. When we returned to the cabin, we washed each other in the outdoor shower dried each other and went to bed.

I remember the electricity I felt enter my nipples and travel to my clit when she pressed her breasts against mine. I remember so vividly how hard and extended her nipples became when I sucked them.

Sex was suddenly for me what it should be, loving another.

The thing I remember most about Beth was her smell, from the coconut in her hair to the warm womanly musk of her vagina, her smell was delicious, intoxicating. I asked her to not bath or wash for a few days so that in the morning after we slept I could experience her scent at its strongest. She did it for me and was surprised by how much I loved it!

One evening a few days after a long conversation and after we had made love she told me, with a sly grin on her face that she had bought us a gift. I smiled and asked: "What did you find that has you so pleased." Beth jumped out of bed and returned with the gift. It was a small miniature canoe paddle. I smiled.

She laughed and said: "No, no, It's not at all what you think. It is NOT a spanking paddle. It's a famous American Indian signal paddle. You put it on my pillow or hand it to me and my hands will do the rest." She laughed and handed it to me.

I looked at it. it read Niagra Falls in neon letters. I held it for a moment then handed it back to her, smiled and said: "Let's try it out."

She said: "Yes Ma'am, assume the position." Without further explanation I got on my hands and knees on the bed and lowered my head and shoulders. Her first hit stung but was not hard. Her second hit was harder and caused the deep physical and emotional pain I craved. I moaned.

Beth did not spank me at all like Sarah who was controlled detached and measured. Beth was forceful, demanding and eager to cause the pain I loved. I had already had one orgasm when I reached out and touched between her legs. She was soaked and the moment my fingertips touched her clit she exploded. I heard her say: "My god Robin." Her orgasm was so intense she fell forward into me and we ended in a tangle on the bed.

She was not done. I had unlocked in her the need, desire, to cause the pain I so desperately needed. When she recovered she slapped me again and again. Several times more each better than the last. Beth then told me to spread my legs wide. I expected a slap and I got one but she had shifted position and the slap which sent me over the edge was followed by her tongue on my clit, lips and ass hole. the lick on my extremely sensitive clit put me in a place I had never been. If there is indeed a god he heard me scream that night.

In our first days, without Sarah around, Beth was very interested in my encounter with Pamela and in particular the "client" Pamela and I spent a night with. Beth was the most honest and open about sex person I have ever met and she told me she wanted me to help her arrange such an experience for her. We talked about that and she explained that the whole idea of being made to have sex with a stranger, a man, while others watched was intriguing to her. Watching and being watched brought on excitement she wanted. I agreed to help. We hatched a plan.

I did not at that time understand the deep true meaning of that desire. Beth wanted and valued sex with men much more that I did. We were both Bi but her preference was in fact men, mine was women.

Three days later I was introducing Beth to Pamela and we made our offer. We made it clear we didn't want money but we wanted Pamela to know we were both available together or individually if she had a need for someone to help with "clients." We knew we were close, very close, to suggesting prostitution but we felt no money was involved. Pamela seemed pleased and told us she would keep that in mind. We left the cafe and went to her house.

She told us that if she could do this it might require that she show the "client" a picture or two and asked us if she could take a few pictures.

She promised to crop our faces out of the pictures and we agreed. Some of the poses she asked for I thought went beyond what was necessary to show someone an attractive woman but we went along with her requests. It was kind of kinky to be photographed by another woman. At the time I did not know, but I would learn later, that everything was being recorded on video.

Pamela complemented Beth on her body and spent time touching her while clicking away pictures. At one point Pamela who was taller than Beth stood in front of her, lifted her face and kissed her. I watched as Beth kissed her back. I watched as Pamela's hands went to Beths breasts and tested them. She asked Beth if they were real or "enhanced." When Beth answered "100% mine" Pamela smiled.

When Pamela reached behind her, grasped her ass, and probed between her cheeks I remember being jealous, very jealous. I was actually feeling for the first time that I did not want another woman touching her that way. Pamela got her way that day as I watched her lead Beth to the bed, take off her own clothes and get in bed with her. I watched as they made love. I watched as Beth opened herself to Pamela just as she did for me. I watched as she spread her legs wide and held Pamelas head as she went down on her.

As we drove home Beth commented again on how much she loved to watch and how she knew all the time with Pamela that I was watching and that made it even more thrilling. She put her hand on my knee as I drove and told me Pamela was nice but that I was a much better lover. She told me words I will always remember. Beth told me that Pamela took sex, I gave sex and that was the difference between having sex and making love. She felt we made love.

In the following week we talked about how by going to Pamelas we had violated Sarah rules. Beth told me she was worried because she had no place to go if Sarah threw her out. That day, walking the beach, we decided that we had to end our relationship with Sarah. We both moved to my cabin that night leaving a note on Sarahs kitchen counter.

We spent our days reading, cooking, going to flea markets, walking the beach, making love and enjoying our time together.

A week later Sarah returned. We heard the knock on the door and she entered. Sarah told us she was leaving. She explained that she had planned weeks ago to move back home permanently to deal with family issues. Sarah gave Beth a key to her cabin and told her she could use the cabin it if this "thing" with me didn't work out. We said very little the whole time just wishing she would leave. Her last comment was a warning. Sarah told us she knew we had been with Pamela and warned us to stay away from her. "She is seductive but evil, you would do well to stay away." Early the following morning we heard her car as she left.

Spring was near and we were happy. I was beginning to think a very long term relationship with Beth might be possible. I actually thought at least once about moving elsewhere and starting over with her. What I didn't know was that Beth had met a guy on a beach walk and was seeing him every chance she could. When I found out and we talked about it she used the word love for the first time. She said: "Robin, I love you, I truly love you but I need a man in my life. Can we find a way to make this work? I don't want to hurt you." The guy she was fucking was married so before long her dumped her and the problem went away for a while.

Days became weeks and we settled into a life we both loved. Beth found her occasional fling and I closed my eyes and let it happen. She had a need I could not meet and I had no choice but to live with it.

As the days became weeks Beth asked if her daughter Bailey might join us for a while. Of course the answer was yes and Bailey, a beautiful open honest young lady joined our family. Bailey was a freshman in college. She had been living with her dad who was killed in a car crash. Bailey, now that Beth is gone is my responsibility and I see to her needs. She is in grad school in New England and has become the daughter I could never have.

Connie listened the whole time I told her the story. No interruptions, no questions. When I finished she sat near me and took my hands in hers. She looked at me and said. "Thank you for showing me what awaits through the door. I love you." There is that damn door again.

When we went to bed that night we made gentle love. Kissing hugging and lots of massage and touching. Connie it seemed could not stop telling me she loved me. I fell asleep in her arms happy and feeling a little younger.

I don't think I had ever actually slept the entire night with Connie before but I awoke a little after two and she was asleep at my side. We had a sheet and a very light blanket covering us. There was just enough light in the room that I could clearly see her laying on her side with her back toward me taking very quiet slow even breaths. I moved closer putting my body close to hers and hoping to spoon with her. When I touched her hip she shifted her position slightly lifting her knees up toward her chest making it easier to tuck my legs in under hers. I reached up over her and cupped her breast in my hand. As soon as I touched her she instinctively curled back toward me folding her body into mine. Her skin was so soft smooth and warm I could not get close enough. When I kissed her shoulder she moaned in a low voice "oh, Mike...." It made me pause and a little sad to have her call out to her husband.

When I kissed her neck just behind her ear she stirred a little. I reached down and held her tight against me with my hand just below her belly button. She stirred again and pushed my hand away saying "I have to pee."

Connie got up, hesitated just a moment as she remembered where she was, and went into the bathroom without closing the door. From the sound of things she really had to go. I smiled at how honest things are sometimes. It sounded like she had a firehose pee going. I heard the flush followed by water in the sink as she no doubt washed her hands.

When she returned, she had left the light on in the bath, she stood by the side of the bed for a moment and climbed in beside me. I said "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just needed to be close, to cuddle."

Connie took me in her arms and said "There is no place I would rather be than close to you." Then she kissed me lightly and said "I forgot the light, didn't I? I'll get it." With that she climbed back out of bed. She started for the bathroom but then turned back and stood by the side of the bed and said "Hey Rob, let's go for a walk on the beach!" I noticed she had called me Rob, a first.

I looked at her and said "It's 2:30 am I'm not sure that would be safe."

Connie smiled and said "Come on scaredy cat it's a beautiful night and I'll bet we will have the beach all to ourselves." When I hesitated she added "Look, I'll bring along my bodyguard Mr Smith just to keep us safe." She reached over to the chair and pulled a black fabric case out of her travel bag. The case had what appeared to be a wide black fabric belt attached to it, a Velcro strap.

She took the case and strapped it high, very high, on her right thigh. She opened the case, took out the gun, inspected it and retuned it to the case. She was standing in front of me completely naked with a gun strapped to her thigh just to the right of my favorite place. She reached over to the chair grabbed her tee shirt and slipped it on. "I'm ready. Come on Robin, get your ass out of bed."

The very next day I found out that Connie carried a gun since she was raped in college, first illegally but now with a license.

I put on my tee shirt and we were at the door, two women, naked but for a thin tee shirt slipping on flip flops to walk the beach. I reach up to the doorway key rack to grab a key and in five minutes we were on the beach only two blocks away.

It was indeed a beautiful night with a half moon and a nice breeze. She was correct, we had the beach to ourselves. I was lost for a moment in the memory of how Beth would often wake me in the middle of the night and insist on a beach walk. As Connie held my hand and we walked I felt for the first time in a long time the connection only two loving women can have, the connection I had with Beth. .

It very soon became apparent why Connie wanted to walk when she asked me about Jason. "Tell me about Jason and your expectations for this weekend." When I started to talk about dinner she stopped me and said "No no, tell me your limitations. How far can we let this go?"

I knew exactly what she meant so I told her "Connie, I sense that you want this guy and I'm ok if it comes to that. I can watch or be part of it. Let's just see where it goes."