by Paige Tyler
Capri took a deep breath and walked over to sit down on the lounger across from Sam and Aly. Since they acted like the conversation about the speeding tickets and the spanking Aly was going to get because of it hadn’t taken place, Capri was determined to do the same.
The knowledge of what was going to happen later tonight was in the back of her mind the whole time, though, and it was making her horny as hell. She could hardly wait for Sam to take Aly upstairs and spank her.
But apparently Aly wasn’t as eager to go to bed as she was. Or maybe she wanted to make sure Capri was good and tired so she’d fall asleep before Aly got her spanking. Either way, a little while later, her friend suggested they go to the “man cave” where the big screen TV and pool table were. Sam also had one whole side of the bonus room equipped with weights, benches, treadmills and pull-up bars. It was a nice set up.
As they played pool, the conversation turned to Sam’s job. While she didn’t deny she had a thing for cops, Capri didn’t think she could ever be in a relationship with one. The work was simply too dangerous.
“Don't you ever worry about Sam getting hurt?” she’d asked Aly when her friend told her they were getting married.
“Of course. Every day,” Aly had replied. “But he was a cop long before we started dating. I knew what I’m getting into. I trust in his abilities and those of the other cops he works with. If I didn't, I couldn't handle his job.”
Capri saw the logic of that reasoning, but still didn’t think she could do it. As she bent to line up for a shot, Sam launched into a story about a woman who’d painted her husband from head to toe in latex, then left him tied to a chair while she went to the grocery store. Apparently, this was a regular thing for them, but this time there was traffic and the woman got held up for hours. She was worried about her husband, so she’d called the police and asked if they could do a drive by and check on her husband.
“The 911 tape is hilarious.” Sam grinned. “The poor dispatch operator had no idea how to even log the call. He didn’t even know if it was an emergency. Well, the women tells the dispatch guy, my husband didn't drink anything before I tied him up, so he’s probably really dehydrated by now. Of course, I had to bust in the door when I got there, something the husband was pretty pissed about, but he was worried about his wife since she’d been gone so long, so he was relieved to hear she was okay. Didn’t want me to untie him, though.”
Capri blinked. “You’re kidding?”
Sam shook his head. “Said he’d get in trouble with his wife.”
Capri exchanged looks with Aly, and they both burst into laughter.
A few more games of pool, and a lot more funny stories later, Aly yawned. “I’m about to fall asleep on my feet. I’m going to bed.”
Capri stowed her pool cue in the rack with the others. “Me, too.”
She and Aly went upstairs to their respective rooms while Sam stayed to shut off the lights and make sure the doors were locked.
“Sleep tight, girlfriend,” Aly said. “See you bright and early.”
Capri watched her disappear into the master bedroom. She couldn’t believe Aly could be so calm considering the strapping she was going to get. If it were her, her heart would be racing so hard she’d probably need medication.
Sighing, Capri went into her room and got ready for bed, then climbed under the covers. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but it was useless. She was too keyed up.
Her gaze went to the door. As if compelled by some unseen force, she jumped up and crossed the room. She opened the door a crack and looked out. The door to the master bedroom was ajar like last night, and she could hear the sound of low voices coming from inside.
Capri closed the door and pressed her forehead against it. What was she doing?
It didn’t take a genius to figure out the answer. She was waiting for Sam to spank Aly so she could watch.
She was so bad she should probably be the one getting spanked. The thought made her pussy spasm.
Sam obviously wanted to wait until she was asleep. Half an hour later, he still hadn’t started to spank Aly. Capri knew because she stood there in the dark with her door partially open like some strange stalker.
Maybe he’d changed his mind.
Capri peeked out the door again and froze when she saw Sam's silhouette filling the door at the end of the hallway. Oh God, he was coming toward her room!
She gulped and closed the door, then ran across the room and jumped into bed, pulling the blanket over her. A moment later, she heard a light knock on the door.
“Capri?” His voice was soft. “You awake?”
She didn't answer. Her heart pounded so hard she was sure he could hear it.
“Capri,” Sam said, a little louder this time.
She ignored him. Outside, she heard the sound of Sam's heavy footfalls moving away. Her brow furrowed. Strange. It sounded like he was wearing shoes.
Hopping out of bed, she ran to the door and peeked out. Aly was waiting for him, her slender figure outlined in the doorway. Huh. Capri had expected her to be gagged and in position—whatever position that was. She held her breath as Aly closed the door behind him. Like last night, her friend left it ajar. Capri didn’t wonder why she’d left it that way. She was just glad she did.
Slinking out of her room, Capri stealthed down the hallway like some spy in a Mission Impossible flick. When she got to the master bedroom, she stopped and carefully peeked inside to make sure Sam and Aly weren’t looking in her direction. Seeing that the coast was clear, she edged closer to get a view. And stared. Sam was in his full police uniform while Aly stood before him completely naked. The naughty image was enough to make Capri tremble, and she had to grab the doorframe for support.
“Is there anything you'd like to say before I gag you?” Sam asked in his deep timbre.
Aly shook her head. “No, Officer. It was wrong of me to speed and I should be punished for breaking the law.”
If Capri wasn’t so spellbound by the gag in Sam’s hand, she probably would have taken note of the fact that Aly had addressed her husband by his title. The gag looked like a bit they used on horses, only it was made of leather instead of steel. Aly obediently opened her mouth while he fitted it between her teeth, then held up her hair and turned her back to him so he could buckle it closed. Once it was on, Sam turned her around to admire her. He must have liked what he saw because he nodded with approval. Capri could understand why. The tiny bit of leather was the only thing Aly was wearing and it accentuated her nakedness. Very sexy.
Taking Aly’s arm, Sam gently bent Aly over the bed. The position not only gave Capri a great view of her friend’s ass, but it also meant their backs were to her and she wouldn’t have to worry about them seeing her.
“Do you need me to cuff you?” Sam asked.
The question sent a stab of excitement through Capri. She had no idea why, but the idea of seeing her friend bound as well as gagged was incredibly arousing, and she silently yearned for Aly to nod.
But Aly shook her head.
Well, damn.
Aly reached out and grabbed hold of the blankets. Sam picked up a tan piece of leather. Capri hadn't even noticed it on the bed. At least three inches wide and twenty inches long, it had a handle at one end. Yikes, that looked intimidating.
“Keep a tight grip on those blankets, Aly,” he warned. “If your hand comes back here even once, I'll cuff you and double the punishment, understand?”
Aly mumbled something behind her gag.
Sam must have taken whatever she’d said in the affirmative. “Good. Ass up. Legs spread,” he ordered.
Aly obeyed, lifting up on her toes to get in the proper position.
Her husband tightened his grip on the strap, then let it fly. The sound of leather striking Aly's ass was so loud Capri actually gasped out loud. There was no way Sam and Aly could hear the tiny noise she made over the sound the strap made, but she still covered her mouth anyway. She couldn’t believe they thought
she wouldn't have heard that down the hall. Hell, the neighbors probably heard it.
Sam quickly followed up the first smack with a dozen more, alternating from one cheek to the other, thoroughly covering every square inch of Aly's ass with the strap in the process.
Then Sam stopped and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Aly had maintained her position throughout the entire strapping, but now she moved from foot to foot. Her bottom was red, and from where Capri stood, she could make out faint stripes from where the edge of the strap had come down. Aly was breathing hard around the gag, but other than that, she made no sound. If anything, she seemed to be impatiently waiting for her husband to continue.
Sam didn't make her wait long. He brought back the strap and applied it over and over to his misbehaving wife's derriere. He was both methodical and, Capri had to admit, extremely careful. Even though he quickly moved back and forth from one cheek to the other, the strap never once missed its mark. It landed perfectly on Aly's upturned ass every time.
Regardless, the strapping looked like it still stung like crazy. She might have held her position before, but now Aly was dancing from foot to foot and yelping like mad through her gag. When she wasn’t moaning, that is. Unbelievable as it seemed, she was getting excited from her punishment.
Capri was getting aroused, too. In fact, she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. Maybe it was watching her best friend get her ass reddened. Maybe it was seeing Sam in his sexy cop uniform. Maybe it was the forbidden voyeurism aspect.
Whatever it was, it was hot as hell.
Knowing it was stupid and dangerous, but unable to stop, Capri leaned against the door jamb and slid her hand under her nightie. It was crazy for sure; Sam or Ali could turn and see her at any moment. But she couldn’t help herself. While one hand manipulated her clit and very wet pussy, the other hand focused on her breasts, squeezing first one nipple, then the other through the lightweight material of her nightie.
She stroked herself in time with Aly's spanking, even occasionally smacking her clit with her fingertips as the strap kissed her friend’s ass. She didn’t do it nearly as hard, of course. It was a much more sensitive area, but it was almost like she was getting punished, too.
Capri came just as Sam finished up the spanking with a hard flurry of smacks. She bit her lip to hold in the screams, but they came out anyway. Fortunately, the strapping covered up any sound she made. And if that hadn’t, Ali's loud whimpers would have.
Spent, Capri sagged even more against the door jamb. She watched through half-closed eyes as Sam pulled Aly up from the bed and removed the gag. She should go back to her room before she got caught, but she couldn’t make herself move. She wanted to hear what they said. She pulled back into the shadows, more cautious now.
Sam pulled Aly close and squeezed her ass with his big hands. “Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”
Capri half hoped her friend would say no, that he should strap her more, but Aly nodded.
“Yes, Officer. That was exactly the kind of punishment I needed. I promise I won't get any more tickets.”
“Good.” He squeezed her ass cheeks again, making her inhale sharply. “Now that you’ve been suitably punished, is there anything else you'd like me to do to you?”
Aly looped her arms around his neck. “Well, I did get a little excited.”
“You did, did you?”
She nodded, looking up at him with big, doe eyes. “I was thinking you could fuck me.”
Sam chuckled softly. “As if I could say no.”
He kissed her long and hard, then put the bit back in her mouth.
Capri tried to leave, but it was no good. Her feet were glued to the floor. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and this time, she had to watch.
Guiding Aly backward, he urged her onto the bed. Aly moaned as her tender ass brushed against the blankets.
This new position made it harder for Capri to see them because they were almost behind the door. Fortunately, the big mirror on the dresser was in the perfect position to allow her to see what her friends were doing.
Without a word, Sam spread Aly's legs, knelt down between them and buried his face in her pussy. Capri was sure Aly would have screamed if not for the leather gag in her mouth. She moaned for all she was worth, though. Aly grabbed her husband's hair, trying to make him go where she wanted, but he wouldn't play along. He simply pushed his wife’s hands aside and continued to tease.
Capri expected Aly to come hard and fast—hell, Capri was about to come and she wasn't even touching herself right now. But Sam wouldn't let her. He was clearly very good with that tongue to be able to keep his wife on the edge without letting her explode.
Suddenly, Sam stopped and got to his feet. Aly whimpered in protest, but he ignored her. Taking her arm, he flipped her over and repositioned her on her hands and knees. Unbuckling his belt, he yanked out his cock, and shoved it deep into her—hard.
Aly moaned loudly.
Sam grabbed her hips and pounded into her so forcefully it took Capri's breath away. She could only imagine what it was doing to her friend. The sounds of pleasure Aly was making told her everything she needed to know. Aly was getting fucked out of her mind and loving it.
Capri slipped her hand under her nightie and started playing with her clit again. Despite having climaxed a little while ago, she was ready to come immediately. But she held off, wanting to time her orgasm with Aly's.
Sam lifted his hand and brought it down over and over on Aly's already very red ass as he fucked her. The sound echoed around them like some erotic soundtrack.
Oh Lord, this was unreal. She didn’t know how she was going to hold off until her friend came.
It took every ounce of willpower, but somehow she did it. When she finally came, Capri's climax seemed as if it was as hard as Aly's, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her screams as she fell back against the wall. Aly had a gag in her mouth, so she didn't have that problem.
Holding onto the wall for support, Capri opened her eyes and gasped. Aly was staring back at her in the mirror.
Crap!
Face flaming, Capri whirled and scurried back to her room. She leaned back against the door, heart racing. Pretending to be asleep in the next bed while Aly had gotten busy with her boyfriend in college was one thing. Spying on her and her husband while they had sex was another. She’d be lucky Aly didn’t come to her room right that second and toss her out.
Capri swallowed hard. What the heck was going on with her?
She’d watched her best friend get strapped, and it had turned her on.
She’d watched her best friend have some of the kinkiest sex she’d ever seen, and it had turned her on even more.
Somewhere along the way, she’d turned into a voyeur. Now, thanks to that voyeurism, she might have completely and irrevocably screwed up her friendship with Aly.
Chapter Three
Capri had a hard time looking Aly and Sam in the eyes when she went downstairs the next morning. She kept waiting for one of them to say something about last night, but neither of them mentioned it at all. Maybe Aly hadn’t told Sam she’d spied on them. Maybe she was waiting for her husband to go to work so she could really let Capri have it.
Coward that she was, Capri almost begged Sam to stay when he got up to leave. Instead, she returned his smile and told him to stay safe, then studiously looked away as he and Aly kissed. She’d intruded on their privacy enough.
The kitchen was very quiet after Sam left. Capri desperately wanted to say something, but nothing seemed adequate. Sorry I watched you and Sam have sex wasn’t going to cut it.
Aly sat down across from her with a sigh. “I guess we need to talk, huh?”
“I’m sorry.” Capri had intended to let Aly go first, but the words came out before she could stop them. “I know what I did last night was terrible. Please say you can forgive me.”
On the other side of the table, Aly stared a
t her. Then she laughed. “What are you apologizing for, watching me get spanked, or getting turned by it?”
Capri blushed. This was more messed up than she thought. Not only had Aly caught her spying on them, but she’d seen Capri masturbating, too. She ducked her head. Damn, this was hard.
“Both, I guess,” she admitted softly. “I couldn't stop myself from sneaking a peek, and when I did, I was fascinated. I don't know why, but I got aroused watching you and Sam do…what you did, and well…you saw what happened from there.” She chewed on her lip. “I want to say it was because I haven't had sex in a while, but that would be a lie. All I can say is that I'm sorry.” She lifted her gaze to Aly’s. “If you want me out of your house, I understand.”
Aly reached across the table and took Capri’s hand in hers. “Don't be silly, honey. You're my dearest friend in the world. I couldn't imagine ever getting upset at you—for anything. And I’d certainly never ask you to leave. I love having you here.”
“But I spied on you and your husband in just about the most intimate and private situation anyone could dream of. Doesn't that bother you?”
Aly smiled. “In all the time we've known each other, have you ever seen me try to hide my sexual activities from you?”
That was true. From the tell-all conversations they’d shared about sex to the times when they'd made out with guys with nothing but the privacy of a bedspread thrown over them, she and Aly had never hidden that kind of stuff from each other.
“But this is different,” Capri insisted. “This wasn't some guy you brought back to the dorm and shagged under the blankets while I studied for a test. This was your husband, and you two were totally naked.”
Aly didn’t say anything. Instead, she got up and grabbed the coffee pot. Capri automatically pushed her cup forward for a refill. This conversation was going a lot differently than she’d thought. She'd been sure her friend would be furious. She should have known better.
“Well, I was totally naked—Sam was mostly dressed,” Aly corrected as she sat down again. “And since we're being totally truthful here, I can't really be upset with you considering I sort of lured you into watching in the first place.”
