I walked naked and slightly damp into the living room, carefully folded up the towel over the couch, and tossed it into the hamper. I sat in front of the laptop and looked into the camera, my tormenter and lover. "Good night, Ranbir, sweet dreams." I kissed my fingertips softly and touched the camera. "And..."

I looked away, embarrassed. "And thank you for coming all over me." With that, I shut down the camera feeds. "Good night..." I said again, half to myself, and shivered.

I still had work to do before I could go to bed myself. I carried the tray and pudding containers into the kitchen and piled them in the sink. Minor chores done, I turned my attention to the more significant task of preparing for Robin's return.

First, the closet. I rummaged for a time, before I decided on a sheer white negligee with a plunging neckline and a slit up the thigh. I carried it into the bedroom, set it on the bed, and opened the drawer of the nightstand.

Robin and I have developed a ritual which always marks his return from a lengthy business trip. This ritual requires certain preparation on my part, and I wanted to be properly prepared for his early morning homecoming.

I reached into the drawer and took out a bottle of lubricant I kept just for this purpose. What exactly did Robin's return mean? Had he given me to Ranbir strictly as a short-term thing, because he liked the thought of ordering me to allow another man the use of my body? Would I be expected to continue giving myself to Ranbir, or once Robin was home, would that be the end of it?

I squeezed some glistening clear liquid on my fingers and sat on the edge of the bed. I opened my legs and spread the lubricant over my mound, then slipped my fingers between my pussy lips and slid them inside me. What exactly was Ranbir, now? Certainly not a boyfriend; in fact, not even really a friend, for that matter. Prior to a couple of nights ago, I barely even knew him, and even now I still didn't know him well. I wasn't even sure what to call him. A lover? Sex partner? Was there a difference?

I poured some more lube over my mound and pressed my fingers deeper, working it into me as it dripped between my lips. What I'd said to him was true; I would never have fucked him if Robin hadn't told me to. Yet I had given myself to him in the most intimate ways imaginable, and had exposed myself to him, let him dominate me and humiliate me, and there was no denying that I had enjoyed the way my body responded. The past few days had been deliriously, intoxicatingly erotic; I loved being at the whim of two men, my body a vehicle for their sexual appetites.

I slid my fingers out of my pussy and squeezed another ribbon of lube across them. I raised my heels onto the bed and reached farther down between my legs to spread the slippery lubricant around the tight pucker of my anus. Did I want to continue a sexual relationship with Ranbir? Did it even matter? If Robin ordered me to continue giving myself to him, I knew that I would; being controlled this way, allowing him to dictate who I would allow such intimate access to me, thrilled and excited and aroused me.

I poured more lubricant over my finger and slid it further into my depths. When I felt sufficiently slick, I squeezed out another dollop of the thick liquid and added a second finger. I closed my eyes and moaned, and pushed my fingers deeper, lubricating myself heavily.

When I was satisfied that I was properly prepared, I slipped my fingers out and went into the bathroom to wash my hands. My mind flashed for an instant to the soapy hand job I'd given Ranbir on my knees in the shower, and I shivered. Yes, I thought, it would be exciting to continue giving myself to him. The admission took me by surprise, brought with it a flash of arousal and shame.

I returned to the bedroom and slipped on the negligee I'd chosen. A quick glance at the clock told me it was still earlier than I expected; it was scarcely eleven o'clock, and Robin wouldn't be home for another four hours. Plenty of time to catch some sleep before he arrived.

Appropriately prepared for Robin's arrival, I slipped into bed and curled up beneath the sheets. Whatever his plans for letting Ranbir have access to me, I would know them soon enough. And I suspected he had other plans for me as well--plans that would keep me quite thoroughly occupied for some time. I snuggled up to my pillow, and sleep came quickly.

........


The sound of a key in the front door roused me from my slumber. I yawned and stretched sleepily, and the tatters of a forgotten dream slipped away from my mind. Footsteps in the living room, sounds of something heavy being set on the floor, and I smiled and stretched again. I swung my feet to the floor and rose, delighted, and padded into the living room on bare feet.

He was just closing the door, his back turned to me. I crept up quickly behind him and threw my arms around him. "Robin! I'm so glad you're home!"

He turned in my arms and hugged me fiercely, grinning broadly. He kissed me, deeply, and squeezed me tightly. "Oh, Naina, I am so happy to see you!" He peppered my cheek, neck, and shoulder with small rapid-fire kisses. "I'm so glad to be back home. I've missed you!"

He crushed me against his body and gave me a long, lingering kiss, and I squirmed and whimpered against him. My nipples hardened and pressed against his chest, and warmth and wetness flowed from between my legs. His hands slid up my back; I could feel their heat through the thin, sheer material of the negligee I wore. His kiss deepend, and deepend, and I closed my eyes and moaned and lost myself in it. His hands caressed me lovingly, gently, as he held me in his arms and kissed me; I felt intoxicated, overwhelmed with affection and love.

And then, very slowly, I sensed the change, the hunger spreading through him. I felt it in his fingertips first, felt them tighten, felt his nails begin to drag slowly up my back. It spread to his arms, as they squeezed me until it was almost painful. His body quivered against me; his tongue became rougher, thrusting into my mouth, demanding, insistent. His thighs pressed forward, grinding against me; I felt, even through his jeans, the hardness and need growing there.

I moaned again, and felt myself giving in to him, sliding deliciously into that place where I was his and wanted nothing more than for him to take possession of me. I trembled, my own hunger growing in response to his, the electric chemistry flowed between us, dizzying, heady, stealing my breath away.

Then his hands took my shoulders and he drew away from me, holding me at arm's length. He smiled a little lopsided smile and looked me up and down.

"You are so beautiful. I've missed you so much. The only good part about being away for a long time is seeing you again." He laughed. "Well, that and ordering you to do dirty things to your body on the Webcam."

My face flushed slightly, and he smiled more broadly. "Do you know how sexy you are? I love seeing you blush." He reached into his pocket and brought out a penny. "It's time."

My heart fluttered and a shudder ran through my body from head to toe. Hot fire clenched my pussy and spread burning through my body, and I fell deeper into the space where his desire merged with mine, and I opened myself up to him and made myself his.

He'd found that penny the night we'd gone on our first date, lying on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. It was tarnished and scuffed, and when we examined it, we saw that it was minted the same year I was born. "Lucky penny!" he'd laughed, and slipped it in his pocket. And now...

Now it was a part of the ritual we played out every time he returned from a trip. Now, just seeing it could bring me crashing into the space that he and I explored together-the place that only a few days ago he'd invited Ranbir to share with us. Now, a simple little disc of copper made my breath catch and my knees shake, made my pussy throb and drip.

I slipped instantly into my role. Without a word or a prompt, I slid the thin spaghetti straps of the negligee off my shoulders and let it slide down my body to the floor. I crossed over to the couch and knelt naked on it, then lowered my cheek to the pillow, reached behind me, and grabbed my ankles. Robin stood next to me and tossed the penny in the air. "Call it."

"Um...heads is my ass, tails is my..." I stuttered and flushed again. "My cunt." All the time Robin and I had shared this ritual and this relationship, and that word still made me stumble.

He caught the coin and showed it to me. Heads.

"Mmm, you want to be fucked in the ass this morning? Okay." I blushed at his words. He pulled off his shirt and knelt on the couch behind me. I heard him unzip his pants, and I whimpered and gripped my ankles more tightly. My ass jutted high into the air, and I buried my face in the pillow, heart pounding, glad I'd taken the time to prepare myself especially thoroughly.

His hands caressed the small of my back, then gripped my waist tightly. I felt the engorged head of his erect cock press against the entrance of my anus, and I shuddered and willed myself to relax. For an achingly long moment, I felt frozen, suspended in time.

Then, with one long slow powerful thrust that could not be denied, he was in me, stretching me, impaling me, buried to the hilt in my ass. "AAAARGHIIIIEEEEE!"I screamed into the pillow. My grip tightened painfully on my ankles, and he took me that way, hard and slow and deep, asserting himself over me, reclaiming my body. I screamed and shook and thrust my hips back to meet his strokes, and gave myself to him with total abandon.

Soon his breathing changed and his cock swelled inside me, and my pussy twitched and squeezed in response. We came together; I cried out and thrashed beneath him as he throbbed and pulsed and released his torrent of hot, wet come deep in my ass.

He shook and spasmed as his orgasm went on and on and on, impossibly long; his cock twitched and spurted and flooded my rectum with semen.