My Partner and I have been dating almost two years and have been talking about spicing things up with another woman.
Lets set the scene. I’m 170cm tall, green/brown eyes with short brown hair and reasonably fit.
My partner (lets call her Rose) has mid length Brown hair with a hint of red, She’s 168cm tall with DD cup breasts, also reasonably fit with a gorgeous round ass and freshly waxed.
Our female friend (lets call her Sarah) is also around 168cm, had recently dyed red hair, C cup breasts and an equally amazing round ass.

The Story Begins

The stars crept out from behind the veil of cloud while a dull moon shone through the trees. A light away in the distance, blinking red and proof we weren’t the only ones stealing away into the night. Blades of grass, leaves and white lines; all whipping past us as our headlights lit up the open road, the engine purring at the touch of the throttle.
We were nearing our destination, the lights of the city growing larger in the distance, the music completely lost on us both as our eyes darted from one shop to the next, searching aimlessly for an open bottle shop. Our feet hit the ground in vein as the nearest we could find had long but closed, wisps of smoke crept from the exhaust as we drove back to the main road and onwards through unknown streets, Google maps only ally.
The handbrake clicked, doors opened, bottles clinked as we walked the short distance through the icy chill of a winter night. The sharp noise from knuckle hitting wood broke the silence; a distant cry could be heard in answer. We turned, surprise crossing our face as a dark haired woman appeared behind us. Our startled look turning to recognition as Sarah greeted us both. Soon we were inside the small unit, our shoes discarded by the door, bags lying open next to the couch and a bottle of moscato lying in the fridge as the other sat in wait.
The seal broken, the glass filled with the first drink of the night, while Sarah had disappeared out the back of the unit. Before long we had found our spots, the moscato and heater hosting Rose, Sarah with a glass of red and seated on the couch. Both woman choosing to talk, mock and tease me without reserve on anything they could think of. The glasses emptied, refilled, emptied again and before long two bottles of Moscato lay discarded by the door. The bags were now rifled through, sex toys and lube were put on show as the conversation started to head down a very naughty road.
Both women were now seated on the couch, and to make matters worse, each held very firmly a black riding crop. My left arm and leg soon become testing ground for both and before too long it was decided (albeit under duress) that my ass would be added to the testing. Unsure how to react or what to think, I decided I’d “Take one for the team” and subsequently my pants were left by my side. Soon my “turn” was over and I went back to sitting on the couch, now with slightly more piece of mind for my safety. With a few harder hitting questions from Sarah and some psyche delving my turn was finally over.
Rose sat in-between us both, now taking full ownership of the spotlight and with almost two bottles of Moscato to her name. With grace she avoided directly answering every question and some would say she got off lightly. Talk is cheap when the clock hits midnight and as the night wore on, it seemed only fitting that I shouldn’t be the only one without pants!
An unspoken alliance insured with Sarah and myself and without too much warning the moment to take Rose’s pants from her was upon us. Once her pants were removed she was carefully cuffed and the blindfolded, her top for the time being left untouched. Soon Sarah and I stood side by side, we each held a crop, as Rose was kneeling on the couch, her gorgeous ass in the air and a purple lacy cheeky cut G-string sitting perfectly between her cheeks.