Shopping for a Lover We had decided to go shopping at the mall. While we were driving there I told Arlene that I wanted her to shop for something very specific. Something that we both would like. She was to shop for a female lover. You see, Arlene has had a bi-sexual experience and she enjoyed it, and even though it was over 10 years ago, she would like a repeat of the experience. On the way I told her she was to look for a woman she would like to make love with, and when she had picked one out, she was to tell me. I planned on having us follow the lady, while telling Arlene how and what I would love to see them do to each other. I could tell this was exciting here. We finally go to the mall and parked. Once we were inside, Arlene wanted to go to certain stores, and particular areas in those stores. She told me the "shopping" would be better there. We went to the lingerie departments of the larger stores and we spent quite a bit of time in Victoria's Secret. There were several prospects but none that were really getting Arlene's eye. None until she spotted a lady shopping in a women's dress store. She went inside and motioned for me to come to her. When I got next to her, she told me to look at a lady and tell her what I thought. Before I looked at her, I asked Arlene what she thought. She told me this woman really caught her attention. When I turned and looked I was a bit surprised at the beauty of this older woman. She was about 38-40 years old. Her hair was short and dark, chestnut brown. She was tall, about 5'10", and she was extremely distinguished looking. She carried herself with an air of dignity. In short she looked hot. Arlene told me she was really starting to get excited by watching this woman. When the lady left the store, Arlene about dragged me to follow. She wanted to keep watching this lady. The lady was a pleasure to walk behind. Her gray skirt hugged a wonderfully shaped bottom, and revealed legs as shapely as any 18 year olds. Our pursuit took us back to Victoria's Secret. The sales girl greeted us with a "back again" hello. The lady took notice. I told Arlene she was to get next to the lady, close enough to smell. I told her to "accidentally" brush into her, and say "excuse me" while looking right into her eyes. Arlene was very excited and extremely nervous. She departed my side to follow her imaginary lover. I stayed in the front section looking at robes. The two ladies went to the bra and panties. When I lost sight I went to the perfume, lotion and soap section. From there I could see Arlene maneuvering closer to this lady. Arlene picked up a bra to look at (it just happened to be the same bra she was wearing) and the lady bumped into her. Arlene did as I requested and said she was sorry while looking at this beautiful ladies eyes. It looked like a cat and mouse game in there. Although there must have been 4 or 5 people in there with them at all times, I could only see them. No one else mattered. The lady in question got help matching a garter belt with the bra and panty set she picked out. She then went into a dressing room. I went up to Arlene and told her to give her friend some time and then walk in on her. I knew the door would be locked, but I wanted to heighten the sexual tension that was building like crazy inside Arlene even higher. The way the store had the dressing rooms, you could see from about mid-calf down to the feet. Arlene waited until she thought the lady was putting on the garter. Then she went over to the door. She tried it and it opened. She was looking at this lady, eye to eye. The lady was dressed in the bra, panties, the garter, and her heels. She told Arlene to come in and shut the door behind her. Arlene did as she was told. She did not know why, she just knew that she did. The lady took control right away. She asked if that was a husband or boyfriend with Arlene. "Husband" Arlene responded. "Why are you following me? she asked. After a long pause Arlene told her it was a "game" they were playing. This was not enough for the lady. "What kind of game?" she demanded. "Is it sexual?" she further asked. "Yes" was all Arlene could say. She kept looking at this woman. She was beautiful. Her body was extremely fit. Her skin was smooth and silky looking, and her dark green eyes kept penetrating Arlene's mind. "Who wants me, you or him?" she asked. "Me, please" was the reply. "Pull up your skirt and let me see what kind of things you wear. If I like them then maybe we can play, if not then you get out of here now." Arlene did as she was told. She raised her skirt and showed the lady a lacy white pair of VS panties. "Nice panties, why are they wet in the front?" Arlene could feel herself getting excited, but she had no idea she was that excited. She had never done anything even remotely related to this. Her behavior was totally out of her everyday norm, but she had a strange sense of comfort. She was excited, her heart was pounding, her palms were sweaty, she was frightened of this new situation, but she could not keep her eyes off of this beautiful lady. "Excited, I quess." was the only reply her dry throat could produce. She was excited beyond belief. Meanwhile, outside the dressing room, all I could see was my wife slowly enter the dressing room, and the door close. I could see their legs, one set on either side of the larger-than-usual dressing room. I watched as my wife's skirt was lifted out of view. Now one set of bare legs stood facing another set of bare legs, both still wearing shoes. I had no idea of what was going on, except that we had never done, or dreamt about this before. "Let me see you touch yourself" the lady requested. Arlene let her right hand drop to her panties, while her left hand held the skirt up. She was amazed when her finger tips reached her pussy. Her panties were wet, and she could feel the heat of her sex. She had experienced this type of total excitement only a few times before, and each time with Bill. Never did she think a woman could do this to her. She was intrigued by the thought of making love with another woman, and while it did excite her immensely to think about it, it never got her this hot before. "Move your panties aside and put two fingers inside yourself" was the next request. Arlene did as she was told and again she was surprised. Surprised of how wet she was and how inviting her pussy was to two fingers. Whenever she masturbated, either alone or for Bill, she always needed to start with one finger and then move to two. Now, however, two fingers slid inside her with ease and she felt like she could put another in without any problem. "Move them around, finger fuck yourself a little, and when they are really coated with you juice, take them out and lick just one. I want you to save the other one for your husband. Now listen to me and listen carefully. I would like you and your husband to join me in my car for some fun. I am into something a little kinky, so if you don't want to do it, he will never know. If you don't want to do it then don't follow me anymore. If you do want to have fun, then follow me to my car. But remember this, you both must do everything I say." Arlene's heart was pounding, she was still fingering herself and nearing orgasm. She listened intently to every word. The only thing that scared her was this lady using the word kinky. "What do you mean when you say you are a little kinky?" Arlene asked. "I greatly enjoy spanking other woman's bottoms. Turn around and let me see your bottom while you lick one finger clean." Arlene turns, she puts one finger in her mouth, she loves to taste herself, but must always be told to do so. She raises her skirt in the back to fully expose her panty clad bottom. "Yes, you have a wonderfully spankable bottom. Does your husband ever spank you?" "Yes, he enjoys spanking me and I like it too. How hard do you spank?" Arlene asked. "There is only one way to find out. Now lower your skirt and go out there, put your finger in his mouth, let him suck your pussy juice off and them tell him, or don't. Go now" she demanded. The door opened and Arlene came out. There were little bead of sweat on her forehead. She came up to me and put her finger into my mouth. This seemed more than a little strange since we were in a store. She told me in short breaths what happened. She asked if we could follow the lady. I asked her if she really wanted to do it. "Yes, very much so, Bill." The lady came out of the dressing room and went to the counter to buy the ensemble. When she left, we slowly followed her. We let her get about 20 yards in front of us. We spoke quietly back and forth, Arlene wanted to make sure the "safe" word would work. I assured her that if she spoke it, I would get us out of the situation immediately. "She has a really nice body, Bill. What do you think of her bottom?" Arlene asked. I replied "she has a great looking ass." We followed her outside, it was chilly, we all walked briskly to her car. When we got there, she used her remote to unlock the doors. It was a large car, like a Lincoln, Town Car or a Caddie. She stopped at the back left door and turned to us. She told me to get in the front seat and for Arlene to get in the back seat. After Arlene got in, she followed her. She gave me the keys and told me to start the car and the heat would come on automatically. I knew the heat would come on even if the car was not started. I was already excited and warm. But still, I did as directed. We were parked next to an embankment made of concrete. On either side another car was parked. The area was dimly lit by the parking lights. The tinting on the side and back windows made it darker and harder to see inside. She removed her coat and placed in on the back ledge. She told Arlene that she was naughty following her around, that she could have scared her. "You need to be punished for your behavior, so undress now, completely," she said. As Arlene stripped naked, I was amazed by this woman's powers. She was extremely calm, yet her voice, although soft and sure, was equally firm and demanding. She turned to me and said that I and my wife were to do exactly as told or we must get out of her car immediately. I agreed; Arlene had already agreed by the simple act of following her from the store. My mind kept repeating the word "punished" over and over again, as Arlene got undressed. Arlene and I have been into spankings for about 5 years now. She really enjoys getting them and I love giving them. There has been many a time when I just ask her if I may spank her bottom. She almost always agrees. At times we role play the bad girl getting into trouble (as was happening now) or Arlene keeps teasing me until I threaten a spanking. Once the threat is made, if she keeps up the teasing, I know she want a spanking. "What I have here is my spanking glove," she said as she pulled out a red glove from her coat. "It is bright red for a reason. I intend to spank your bottom until its color matches the glove. Once that is accomplished, I will use the untapped finger on your bottom. Do you understand? Arlene had just removed her blouse. All that remained were her bra and panties. Even with the bra in place and the dim light I could tell her nipples were already hard. She was excited. As she removed her last bit of clothing, her lady friend told her to lean forward over the front seat and to keep her knees on the back seat. Once that was accomplished both the lady and I gazed at her body. Arlene has long legs, and they were wonderfully displayed, as was her very spankable bottom. It was raised and stretched and placed in a wonderful position to be "warmed." Her breasts were over the seat where I could have access to them. Her face was filled with excitement and wonder. Wonder of what was about to unfold. "Are you ready for the spanking? Before you answer, I intend to spank you until I want to stop. Not until you have think you've had enough or your husband. If you want me to stop before I want to stop, just say the word "Please" and I will. But, if you use the safe word, you both will be leaving immediately. Do you understand?" "I understand, and I am ready." Arlene replied. There was no pleading for mercy, no asking for a light touch, no request for a certain number of spanks, just a reply of "ready." Arlene has been spanked many times by me and only once has she used the "safe" word. She can really take a spanking well, but I know that I don't spank her as hard or long as I really want to, or as hard or long as we have seen in movies. The first swat rang out unexpectantly. She had begun before either of us knew it. The lady kept a slow, steady pace of spanks raining down on Arlene's bottom. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The pace neither slowed or increased. It was like clockwork. I could tell by Arlene's face that she was getting a good spanking, one that was stimulating her bottom and her pussy. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. I looked back at the lady. She was like an artist studying the clay to see what alteration would be made next. I watched her leather gloved hand swat my wife's lovely bottom. It would spank the same place twice and then move on to another area. In what seemed like a machine like precision, her bottom was being spanked fully, not an area was to go untouched. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. "Oh yes, you bottom is liking what I am doing to it. Let me see what your pussy thinks." she said as she reached her left hand under Arlene and felt a very wet and inviting pussy. "I think that your whole body likes this. Please pinch her nipples and make sure they are very hard. You should pinch them hard enough to make her moan or scream in pleasure or pain, I don't care which." I reached for Arlene's left nipple, it was hard as a rock but I pinched it just the same. She let out a little yelp, then I did the same to her right nipple. "Very good pinching, she seems to like a little pain. Her bottom is almost done, then time for something else." About twenty more spanks were administered to Arlene's bottom before it was time for something else. When the lady finally stopped she slid one finger into Arlene's pussy. She kept it there getting it well coated and making my wife moan even more. Her bottom was being lightly rubbed by the lady as she told us what was to happen next. "Take you cock out and let her suck on it. Keep it in her mouth until you cum. I am going to play in her bottom with my finger. I will stop once you shoot your cum down her throat." With that she took her finger out of Arlene's pussy and gently but firmly put it into her bottom. Arlene was sucking on my cock until her rear passage was invaded. We have had anal sex only 3 or 4 times in the past 5 years. I watched the lady's hand start moving back and forth, slowly fucking my wife's ass with her finger. After a few moments, Arlene continued to suck on my cock. I fought the urge to have an orgasm as best I could, but watching another woman playing with my wife's bottom was too much. After less than two minutes, Arlene was swallowing my cum, and swallow she did. "That certainly was quick. I want you to get out and get into the back seat," the lady demanded. I put my cock back into my pants and got out. As soon as I did, I heard the doors lock, then I heard the sound of spanking again. The window to the back seat went down about 4 inches. I looked inside and the lady was spanking Arlene's already red bottom, but very hard this time. She told me I would be allowed inside again, once I was hard. Until I showed her my hard cock, she would keep spanking my wife and leave me outside. I was a little frightened. My cock was already so hard I was having a difficult time removing it from my pants. I finally unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my underwear down. I let my hard cock wave in the window and then I heard the doors unlock. As I was reaching for the door handle in the lady rolled up the window. I climbed in to find my wife ass gripping her friend's finger again. She was keeping the passage open and loose for me. She whispered in my ear to take down my pants, because I was going to fuck my wife's ass. She told me that once I was in position, I was to put the full length of my cock inside my wife with one thrust. Every time we had anal sex before I gradually worked Arlene's bottom open with more fingers, or from going from a small vibrator to a larger one. I gave her tight bottom time to relax and get accustomed to the invasion. This was not to happen tonight. I moved behind her and positioned my cock against her puckered, inviting hole. Her lady friend had done a good job of lubricating it with pussy juice. She said "Now" and I slid my entire cock inside with one push. I was amazed of how quickly and easily I went fully inside her bottom. The lady was massaging Arlene's clit and I could feel a finger or two inside her pussy. It was also stimulating my cock. I am not a stud, nor am I a pre-mature ejaculator, but tonight I was ready to shoot in less than two minutes again. Arlene was now having her pussy lightly spanked by her friend. I came when I heard Arlene cumming. Her bottom was squeezing my cock like a tight ring, milking every last drop from me. It took us a few moments to come back down, and when we did the lady was leaning up against the door. She had pulled her skirt up and was playing with her own pussy. "Now which one of you would like to lick me to orgasm?" she asked. Arlene has had only one experience with a woman. I thought that this would be my job, but I did not even have time to respond because Arlene buried her face in the lady's muff before I knew it. Although not experienced, Arlene must have been doing a good job because the lady came in less than a minute. She held Arlene's head in place and told her to keep licking. There was my wife, bottom in the air, licking another woman's pussy right in front of me. I could not resist, I took advantage of my wife's ass again. This time I was much more in control. I slowly pumped in and out of that tight passage. I could tell she liked it by her moaning (or was she liking the taste of her friend). I was no where near orgasm when her friend started to tell us her orgasm was close. She kept talking of how good this licking felt, of how good the tongue felt on her clit. When she announced she was cumming on my wife's face, I came again in my wife's bottom. We slowly regained our composure and dressed. When we were ready to leave, the lady politely shook my hand, and deeply kissed Arlene. When Arlene asked if we would see her again, she responded, "Him, no. You, yes." That was the last I ever saw of her, but Arlene is going to meet with her tonight. I can't wait until she gets home and tells me all about it.