Tom leered at him and said, "My wife is a bit of a masochist. She likes her ass flogged."
With that said, Tom crawled up to join me, settling against the headboard until we sat shoulder to shoulder. He threw his free arm around me to pull me close to his hard chest. I cuddled against him and sipped my drink. He smelled so good.
Ann took her position on the wall. With her topless backside to us, she spread her legs and placed her hands high upon the wall to stick out her waiting ass. Max smiled. He slapped the flogger's leather lashes across the palm of his hand as Ann wiggled her impatient ass. Max and I aren't really into S&M though we occasionally role play Viking invasion. He chases me around the house and ties me up before fucking me hard and silly. Tonight, I get to watch his inner sadist come out.
Max gave Ann's ass a quick backhanded slap.
"Harder than that," said Tom before sipping his drink. "She likes it hard."
Typically, Max doesn't like to be told what to do by any man. But he reared back his hand and delivered a harder whack to her ass. Ann's body jerked from the blow but she didn't utter a word. Though she moaned, her hands never left the wall. Max's sadistic face told me that he was lost in the moment as he delivered another stinging lash to her butt. My panties between my legs was moist from my heat. Tom's hand had crept to my shirt. His fingers tugged down my shirt until the breast popped out. He caressed its mound in his hard hand, never taking his sight off of his wife. Ann poked out her butt, like a cat in heat, wanting more. Max was in the mood to deliver. My breath became shallow as I watched Ann's flogging, becoming more and more aroused. I didn't even flinch when Tom bent his head to lick my sensitive nipple. He squeezed it before his tongue flicked over the other and my head sank back into the plush pillow as I stroked the sable soft hair on his bent head. I had closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying not to writhe when a loud swak! that made Ann yelp. I looked through my eyes, heavy from wanton desire, and watched Max draw the flogger. He swung it hard. It brutally landed on the back of her thighs and derriere. She looked over her shoulder, with her pretty contorted face and she bit back a cry through gritty teeth. Her fingers curled against the wall. Long pink marks were starting to raise on her tender, white skin. Max's bulging manhood pressed against his pajamas. I was bubbling wet.
