My Body-Mine (14 page)

“
No, love. It’s hard to see my mother so aged and unable to care for herself. It leaves me far more aware of my own mortality.”

“
I understand. I’m very sorry you’re going through this alone.”

He smiled at me in a way that warmed my heart. “I don’t feel like I’m doing it alone, especially at moments like this.”

I smiled, not knowing what to say. I wanted to tell him that I loved him but my love seemed different than his. Instead I said, “I miss you so much. I can’t wait for you to come home.”

“
Me too. I plan to fly home on Sunday.”

“
Good.”

Then a question occurred to me. “I found a picture in your drawer when I put the house keys away. Who is the very attractive woman with the red hair?”

“
We can talk about that when I get home. Now … I want you to do something for me and you have to trust me. I think it will help the situation.”

“
Why do I feel certain I’m not going to like this?” I closed my eyes, steeling myself against the unpleasant task ahead.

“
I spoke to Janice earlier and she is expecting your knock on her door.”

“
Marcello, no,” I said, opening my eyes in surprise. “Janice and I haven’t spoken since our almost-lunch together.”

“
Now it’s my turn to ask if you trust me. Do you trust me?”

“
Yes, but that doesn’t mean I think you’re making the best decision.”

“
Good thing for me that I’m the one who gets to decide. Go get Janice … now!”

I almost said, “Fuck,” out loud but stopped myself in time. Janice and I hadn’t interacted sexually since the first time I came to Marcello’s home. The idea of sex with her didn’t displease me—quite the contrary—but our recent silence had left me apprehensive.

I went the short distance to her door and knocked. “Janice?”

“
This wasn’t my idea,” she said, immediately after she locked eyes on me.

If there existed a sexier naked woman than Janice, I had never seen her.

“
I know,” I said.

“
But I am sorry and maybe we can talk about all of it after I get back from the weekend. Okay?”

“
Okay,” I said, appreciating her apology.

We embraced and I tried my best to open my heart to her again. I didn’t want to live in a house where we were at odds. I hoped her weekend away would relieve some of the tension.

“
Cute outfit,” she said and took my hand, leading me back into my bedroom. We both hopped up onto the mattress and I positioned the computer in front of us.

“
Hi, Janice,” Marcello said, “All packed for the weekend?”

“
Mostly.”

“
Expect him early. He wanted three full days with you.”

“
Okay.”

“
Jane?”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
Janice is going to have her way with you and make you cum hard. All you have to do is let her. Do you understand me?”

“
Yes, Sir.”

Janice’s stunning hourglass shape made the prospect of playing with her again exciting.

“
Good girl. Janice, you’re on and make sure the camera is getting all of it so I can watch.”

We could hear Norah Jones singing sweetly from Marcello’s video stream.

Janice shifted the computer to the right of us and said, “Lie down in the center with your head on the pillows.”

She stretched out beside me on her side and brushed my thick, wavy hair away from my face. Whispering in my ear she said, “I’ve hoped to have another chance to make love to you.”

Jan
ice
trailed her hand down my cheek and around my neck, causing chills wherever she touched. Down her hand traveled, across my chest and over the material that cupped my breast. She squeezed my left nipple through the lace, and I heard a grunt from Marcello at the same time a moan escaped my lips.

Tilting my head to the side, I saw that Marcello had partially disrobed. Gone were his pants and boxers and his shirt hung open, revealing his hairy chest. He leaned against the headboard with his legs spread on either side of the computer. His full, heavy cock rested in his right palm.

Marcello’s phallus, thrust out, was a sight to see. The head flared dramatically from the thick shaft. Even though Marcello had large hands, his cock still looked formidable in them. It thrilled me to watch him hold
himself
. Although hard, he had not begun to stroke.

Janice brushed the back of her hand over my right nipple. She then leaned down over me and sucked my peak into her mouth through the material.

“
Mmmmm,” I
moaned
.

Untying the halter, she folded down the top and exposed my breasts. She firmly grasped my left tit and dipped her swirling tongue around its already pert tip. I gathered her silky, straight black hair and held it aside so Marcello could watch.

“
Bellissime
,” he said in a strangled whisper.

I gazed into Janice’s eyes, and the intense passion reflected there gripped me. “He’s right,” she said.

Too lost in the moment to sort out what either of them meant, I slipped my hand around Janice’s neck and brought her full pouty lips to mine. I sighed deeply into the kiss as she rolled her body partially on top of me, her thighs straddling my left leg. I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her to me. She ground her hips in an erotically suggestive way as her tongue danced with mine. I could feel her wetness on my thigh as her sweet scent filled the air.

Hearing a sound, I shifted my head in time to see Marcello spit on his cock and rub just under the head.
So hot
, I thought.

Pushing up and off me, Janice knelt between my legs and spread them wide. I thought she planned to go down on me but instead she lightly tickled my legs and stomach, coming ever so torturously close to my pussy and clit but sidestepping them at the last second. I watched stunning Janice, voluptuous breasts swaying as she tormented me with her touch, and then switched my focus to Marcello, who slowly stroked his magnificent dick.

“
Sit up,” Janice ordered. She yanked the babydoll over my head and shoved me back down on the bed. “That’s better,” she said.

“
I heartily agree.
Caldo
… so hot,” Marcello said.

Still wearing the G-string, the material completely saturated, Janice teased around my pussy with her fingers. I began humping my hips in the air in hopes of a single touch on my clit. My cunt felt swollen with desire and I wanted to cum so badly.

“
Janice,” Marcello practically bellowed.

She must have understood the displeasure in his tone because she practically jumped away from me.

“
Jane,” he said in a stern voice.

“
Yes, Sir,” I said, glancing at the computer screen.

“
Kneel down,” he ordered.

I quickly obeyed. I spread my knees wide, toes touching, and lowered my head on to my hands in front of me. Had I done something wrong?

“
Janice, I need for you to administer a spanking to Jane in my stead. Jane balked at my demand to have sex with you and she needs to be reminded who’s in control. Up to my standards and twenty should do nicely.”

At that point I couldn’t see either of them but I could hear a note of humor in Marcello’s voice. I thought,
He’s really going to enjoy this.

The mattress gave a little as Janice situated herself next to me, facing the camera on my laptop. I could hear her light breathing and the soft jazz coming from Marcello’s computer.

The next sound echoed in the room as she began my punishment. Her small hand stung but it was nothing compared to the mammoth hands of Marcello with his thick fingers and large palm.

“
One,” I said, not wanting the discipline to be extended any longer than necessary.

She rubbed my right globe before giving an equally hard spank to the left side.

“
Two,” I grunted, but instead of inflicting pain, the smack made me even hotter. The far more erotic spanking reminded me of the first whipping from Janice at Marcello’s behest, which seemed like years ago. Gratitude washed over me not to be subjected to the harsh whip in Janice’s hands.

“
Three.” And on it went. Had she removed the G-string panty first, I surely would be dripping cum onto the bed.

By the time of the last spank my hips gyrated out of my control and I knew my orgasm would be imminent if she’d just touch my jutting, swollen clit. “Twenty,” I said, panting with arousal.

“
Thank you, Janice. You may resume your play. Jane, when I give you an order, I expect you to obey it without argument. Besides, I think you’ll agree I was right. I also think you enjoyed Janice’s administration of my punishment more than is to my liking. Expect a proper spanking from me when I get home.”

“
Yes, Sir,” I replied. His threat left my nipples hard as rocks. No longer awed by my own body’s responses, I reveled in its ability to enjoy pleasure
and
pain.

“
Lie down for me,” Janice said.

I quickly and hungrily obeyed.

She thankfully stripped off the soaked G-string and the cool air touched my warm, juicy pussy.

“
You are so wet, Jane, and your cunt smells so good,” she said, plunging two fingers into my slit. As she slowly withdrew from me, a gossamer web, wispy and delicate, clung to her fingers. She turned to face Marcello and greedily licked my essence.

Marcello’s face flushed and his grip on his cock intensified. What an incredible sight to behold!

Janice soused her fingers past my swollen labia and used my own body’s moisture to spread around my clit. She teased, circling, until she finally, ever so lightly touched my protruding nub. My hips followed her fingers, desperate for more pressure.

“
Squeeze those big nipples, Jane,” Marcello’s commanding voice brought him back into prominence.

“
Yes, Sir,” I quickly replied.

I tugged on the piercings that ran through my erect peaks,
as I
inclined
my head
to one side, watching Marcello slowly pumping his manhood. I longed to take his head in my mouth and suck him. I hoped that when he got home he would let me.

Janice continued her cruel, torturous dance around my clit.

“
Please, please, please,” I moaned, gazing up at Janice. Hoping for deliverance, my hips still spastically followed her fingers.

“
Marcello?” Janice said.

“
I’m ready when you are. Jane?”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
I want to see your face.”

I rolled my head toward the laptop
again
and pulled on my nipples while Janice finally gave me the pressure necessary to carry me over the cliff.

“
Oh god, oh yes, please, please, please, yes, yes,” tumbled out of my mouth. I struggled to keep my eyes open against the searing pleasure of riding the ridge just before taking flight.

The visual of Marcello’s hand rapidly running from the base of his cock to just over the head, again and again while he used his other to palm his full balls, set me off.

“
Ohhhhhh,” I groaned as my body convulsed over and over again. The sheer ferocity caused my eyes to close. I heard Marcello’s release in a series of grunts as my entire being vibrated, shaking from the intensity.

I lay there, unable to move a muscle. My breathing began to settle as the high of my profound orgasm coursed through me. Vaguely aware of music in the background and Janice settling in beside me, I felt I should reciprocate but couldn’t manage more than the act of breathing in and out.

“
That’s was lovely, ladies.
Bravissime
. Thank you.”

“
If you give me another moment or two to recover—” I started to say.

“
No need. Janice will be well taken care of this weekend. Sleep, sweet one, and we’ll talk in the morning.”

“
Yes, Sir,” I whispered, closing my eyes as Janice spooned me to her.

She reached over and closed the laptop.

Just before I drifted off, I wondered if this interlude marked a positive shift in the dynamics of the household, or if we were still bent on a course of destruction.

W
hen I awoke and checked my cellphone, I couldn’t believe how long I had slept. So much had happened the day before; I guess I needed the rest. Janice must have left sometime during the night. By ten o’clock, I wondered why I hadn’t heard from Marcello. I decided to call him.

“
Hello,” Marcello said, picking up after the second ring.

“
Are you busy?”

“
No, love, I have a few minutes.”

“
My alarm clock didn’t go off this morning.”

“
I let you sleep in. When I spoke to Janice, she said you were still dead to the world.”

Sitting up, I stretched my arms over head and my legs out in front of me.

I yawned and said, “Thanks. I must have needed the sleep. How are you?”

“
Missing having your body to use at my whim but otherwise okay.”

“
You did a great job of that last night.”