Four of Hearts (6 page)

Ryan sat with his back to the plush chaise. His wife sat between his outstretched legs with her back against his chest. Ryan’s hands covered Candace’s ample, and bare, breasts. He continued to massage them without visible concern that Richard had returned. Candace’s little plaid schoolgirl skirt was hiked to her waist, her panties hung from one ankle. Richard told his cock to stand down, but the sight of her shaved pussy, all wet from Fallon’s attention, made him hard as a post. Shit.

“Professor Wolfe?” Ryan drew Richard’s attention. “I think these two have earned a trip to the Head Master’s office, don’t you?”

Oh, shit
. Ryan couldn’t mean what Richard thought he meant, could he? “I. . .  His cock turned from wood to steel. Holy crap. His gaze flicked from Ryan’s wicked grin, to the tempting flesh Candace made no attempt to cover, to Fallon’s Cheshire cat face. It was only role-playing. He tried to convince himself it didn’t mean anything. “I think the evidence speaks for itself, Professor Callahan. Ms. Wolfe, Ms. Callahan, report to the Head Master’s office, immediately.”

Fallon winked at him and reached out a hand to help Candace to her feet. Candace pulled her panties up and smoothed her skirt down. While Fallon helped Candace button her blouse, Richard chanced a look at Ryan. His friend lifted one corner of his mouth in a smirk Richard recognized from their bachelor days.

They’d played this game before, but that was years ago, and the women involved were not their wives. Hell, he didn’t even remember the women’s names, if he’d ever known them. He wasn’t even sure which country they’d been in—not a testament to their character, but he and Ryan had both changed a lot since those days. For now, he’d go along with whatever Ryan had in mind. The wives seemed to be in agreement also—probably not a good sign, he surmised. As arousing as the whole thing was, Richard steeled himself for the explosion. There had to be one coming. A powder keg like this one only needed one spark to set it off, but for the life of him, he couldn’t stop himself from playing with the matches.

They made their way to Richard’s office, the women holding hands and walking ahead of the men. Ryan hadn’t been in Richard’s new office. Richard had turned over both his office and his Cruise Director position to Jason over a year ago and moved his operations to the spare bedroom in his suite. Large enough to hold a king-sized bed, it was more than big enough for the carved mahogany desk that occupied one end, and the small seating area facing the glass balcony door.

Fallon and Candace sank onto the sofa, huddled together like two wide-eyed schoolgirls who knew they’d done wrong. Ryan closed the door and leaned against it. He’d started this in motion, but now that the ship had sailed, he wasn’t sure who the skipper was. He wasn’t even sure all the passengers wanted to be aboard. “If anyone wants out of this, now would be a good time to speak up.” His voice broke the barrier of silence, but still, no one spoke. “Since no one has any reservations, I think we should proceed.” He turned to Richard who’d taken up residence behind his desk. “Professor Wolfe, these students have misbehaved. What kind of punishment should they receive?”

Richard paced around his desk. He leaned on the front edge and crossed his arms over his chest. “I came late to the party. How bad were they, Professor Callahan?”

Ryan joined Richard, mimicking his stance. “They were very bad.” He emphasized the word very and the women shrank further into the sofa. He had to give them credit, they were playing their roles to the max.

“I think they should show me what they were doing, so I can better know how to punish them.”

Ryan smiled. “I think that’s an excellent idea. Ladies, show Professor Wolfe what he missed.”

“Oh, but. . . .” Fallon began.

“No excuses. Show me,” Richard insisted.

Ryan didn’t dare look at Richard. In truth, Richard hadn’t missed much, but heaven only knew what their wives would have done if they’d been given more time. Now they had all the time in the world, and a lot more privacy. His cock had been hard ever since he’d glanced over and found Fallon stripping off his wife’s white cotton boy shorts. Candace had leaned into him, and he’d cradled her while Fallon feasted. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off his wife, or his eyes off Fallon with her face buried against Candace’s pussy.

Candace scooted to the edge of the sofa. Fallon went to her knees on the floor beside her. As if she handled spun glass, Fallon slid her hands under Candace’s short plaid skirt and flicked it up. Even from this distance, Ryan could see the damp patch on her crotch. He inhaled deeply and caught a whiff of his wife’s unique scent, mingled with another musky tone. Fallon. His blood boiled. Dear God, it wasn’t right to be aroused by another woman’s scent, especially not Fallon Wolfe’s, but his erection told him otherwise. From this angle, he had a perfect view of Fallon’s ass, covered by little white boy shorts identical to his wife’s. God, she had a great ass. Slimmer than Candace’s, but her butt cheeks were firm and round, and it didn’t take much imagination to conjure up an image of what her pussy looked like beneath that prim white cotton.

Richard’s voice snapped Ryan out of his carnal musings. “Is this what they were doing, Professor Callahan?”

“Yes, that’s pretty much it, except I believe Ms. Callahan had her blouse open.”

“Open it,” Richard ordered.

Candace darted a questioning look at Ryan. He nodded his assent, and she slipped the top button from its moorings. In a moment, her blouse gaped open from neck to waist, exposing her breasts. God, he loved her breasts. They weren’t enormous, but they were a handful, and their ruby tips were hard, calling his name.

“Touch them,” Richard said.

Candace cupped her breasts. She rolled them gently in her hands and stroked her thumbs over her nipples until Ryan thought he might die if he didn’t get to taste them soon. Fallon continued her oral explorations between Candace’s legs.

“That’s enough. I think Professor Wolfe gets the idea.”

Fallon stopped what she was doing, but remained on her knees. Candace’s shaved mound glistened with moisture, and her hands paused on her breasts.

“They were very naughty, Professor Callahan. This type of behavior can’t be ignored. Twenty licks each?” Richard asked.

“Maybe there’s a way they can convince us to reduce their sentence,” Ryan suggested.

“Perhaps.” Richard twisted around and picked up the telephone on his desk. He punched in the number and waited. “Hello Lauren, this is Mr. Wolfe. Can you send up a Principal’s Paddle to my office? Yes, that will be fine. Thank you.” He hung up the phone and turned back to face the women. “It will be about fifteen minutes before the paddle gets here. What do you suggest, Professor Callahan?”

“Ladies, would you like to have your sentence cut in half? Ten blows instead of twenty?”

They both stood quickly. “Yes, sir,” Candace said. “We’ll do anything you say.” Fallon nodded her agreement.

“Very well. Come over here.” He indicated a spot in the center of the room, facing the desk and they obeyed quickly. Candace stood directly in front of Richard, and Fallon in front of Ryan. Candace had pulled her panties up, but her blouse was still tucked into the waistband of her skirt and gaped open. “I think Ms. Wolfe is overdressed, don’t you?” he inquired of Richard.

“I think you’re correct, Professor Callahan,” Richard answered. “Ms. Wolfe, show us your breasts.” Fallon unbuttoned her blouse and pushed the sides open. Her breasts were smaller than Candace’s, but lovely to look at. Ryan gauged their size and knew their weight would satisfy in the palm of his hand. “That’s good,” Richard said. “Professor Callahan, I think we should examine these closer. What do you say?”

“I’m in complete agreement.” They pushed away from the desk and Ryan stepped toward Candace. Richard stopped him. “You examine Ms. Wolfe. I’ll examine Ms. Callahan.”

Their eyes locked for a moment. Ryan thought he might have misheard, what with the sound of his heart pounding like a jackhammer, but Richard raised an eyebrow, daring Ryan to argue. If he went along with Richard, not only would he be touching his best friend’s wife, but Richard would be touching Candace as well. He held Richard’s gaze for what seemed like eternity, sifting through the riot of thoughts and feelings coursing through his body. God, he wanted to touch Fallon, and he knew Richard wanted to touch Candace, but how did the women feel about it? He was pretty sure Candace didn’t have a problem with it. After all, Richard had touched more than her breasts, but Fallon?

He broke eye contact with Richard and turned to look at Fallon. She smiled a coquet smile at him and parted her blouse further. “You can touch me, Professor Callahan. I’ll do anything to keep from being spanked.”

Ryan placed his hand inside Fallon’s blouse and closed it over soft, warm flesh. Her nipple stabbed his palm. She moaned as he massaged the small mound, and his knees almost gave out on him. God, he couldn’t believe he was touching Fallon Wolfe. It should have felt wrong, but somehow, it didn’t. Not that he didn’t love Candace. He did. More than anything in the world, but he’d known Fallon forever it seemed. She knew a lot about him from the oral sex classes she’d coached him through back when she’d been researching that subject, but he’d never touched her. Not that he hadn’t thought about it. He was a red-blooded male after all.

Beside him, Candace gasped. He jerked his gaze away from Fallon’s breasts. Richard’s head was bent to Candace’s chest. His lovely wife held one breast aloft for him with one hand, and held his head to her with the other. God, she was lovely. Her eyes were closed and her mouth agape. Her back arched with every pull of Richard’s mouth on her breast.

Fallon touched his arm, bringing his attention back to her. “Professor Callahan?” She pinched one nipple between her thumb and forefinger and tugged. “No one has ever done that to me. Would that feel good?”

“Yes, I think you’d like it.”

Ryan sucked her nipple against the roof of his mouth and cupped the other one in the palm of his hand. She smelled like lemon soap and tasted like honey. She was different from Candace, but equally as lovely in her own way. Without asking permission from Richard, he slid one hand under her skirt and past the band of her panties. “I want to touch you,” he murmured against her breast as he switched from one side to the other.

Fallon held him to her breast and spread her legs as his hand slipped over her mound and between her wet outer lips. Oh God, she was hot and wet. Her pussy was as bare as a baby’s butt, and just as soft. He reluctantly let her breast go and slipped his other hand inside her panties too, bringing her hips up against his. Seconds later he shoved her panties down to her thighs and cupped her ass cheeks in his hands.

“I’ve got to see you, now.” She made no protest as he spun her around and pushed her over. She grabbed for the coffee table and braced herself. Ryan tossed her skirt over her back and ran his hands over her taunt ass. Her pink pussy peeked from between her legs. She was beautiful. Where Candace was all rosy and plush, Fallon was milky white and had the body of an athlete. Even her pussy was a paler pink than Candace’s.

A knock sounded on the office door and Ryan jerked back. Holy Shit! He’d felt up his best friend’s wife, and in his mind, compared her to Candace. What kind of perverted idiot was he?

“That’s probably the paddle I ordered,” Richard stated. “Ms. Callahan, Ms. Wolfe, do not move.”

Ryan rubbed a hand over his eyes. What the hell? Richard went to the door, and Ryan risked a glance at his wife, expecting to see murder in her eyes. Instead, Candace Callahan had her bare ass in the air, her hands braced on the coffee table next to Fallon’s. What the fuck? Richard felt up his wife? He couldn’t grasp what it meant, nor did he have time to contemplate it. Richard returned with the paddle and tested it against his palm. A solid thwack rent the air and caused both women to jump.

Candace turned her head, but remained where she was. “Please, Professors, we’ll do anything. Just please don’t paddle us,” she pleaded in her most innocent voice.

“What do you think, Professor Callahan? Should we give them a chance to change our minds?”

Ryan stared at the paddle in Richard’s hand. His collar and tie threatened to strangle him, and the air was thick with the combined musk of their wives. He wanted them both. Now. They both deserved a paddling for their part in this debauchery, but the thought of marring those beautiful asses made him cringe.

“I. . . yes, I think we can make a suitable arrangement. Perhaps, if they show us how good they can be, we can reduce their punishment to a hand spanking?”

Fallon craned her neck around. “Spank me, Professor Callahan, and then I’ll show you how grateful I can be.”

“Jesus,” Ryan muttered under his breath and swiped a hand over his face. “Richard?”

“You heard her. Spank her.”