MY GEMINI TWIN

Randi Miller

I’m celebrating the twenty-year anniversary of the night two men spanked me. I can remember as if it were yesterday: lying facedown across the white cushioned bench in the living room. Checkered white-and-black linen skirt pulled up around my waist, no panties. My naked breasts swung freely over the edge. My right wrist was handcuffed to the table leg.

My husband, Malik, and I had always experimented in bed. After taking an erotic, soapy shower together, he pounced on the bed, got on his hands and knees, and commanded: “Give me a rim job.”

He wagged his big brown booty and spread his cheeks apart. I followed orders. My tongue tickled the soft, sensitive skin outside his asshole. He purred as I licked. His cock extended past his navel as he wedged his butt against my mouth.

“I have an idea,” Malik said. “I’m going to spank you.”

I pulled away in surprise. We hadn’t done this before.

He walked over to his favorite leather chair.

“Angie. Be a good girl. Crawl to me and lie across my lap.”

My swollen vulva came to rest on his naked thigh, dousing him with fragrant juices. He reached between my legs and slid a finger into my cunt.

“You’re soaking wet! Let’s see what happens when I tan your hide.”

He pulled his finger out and then slammed my ass. My pussy streamed liquid.

He moved me so my mound pressed against his dick. Then he smacked my ass again. Hard.

“Ouch!” I squirmed. My dark nipples turned to stone as he spanked. And spanked me. He spread my pussy lips apart and stroked my clit. I begged him to let me come.

“No. Turn back over.”

I heard a female voice screaming, “More, more,” as I hovered above my body, watching myself. What was going on?

“I’m Nikki,” she whispered. Who was Nikki?

She’s my Gemini twin. When Nikki comes to life, she begs Malik for all the pain and pleasure we can stand. I watch her in awe—I’m there but not there. I can see what’s happening, but I don’t feel the pain until afterward.

“Get a hairbrush,” Nikki said. “I need to be spanked harder.”

Malik happily obliged. Her caramel ass turned black and blue. I could see it from my surveillance point.

“Angie. I need to fuck you now.”

He carried Nikki to bed and laid her down. He caressed her ass with his stiff cock.

“Oh baby! That made me so hot. I’ll probably come the minute I get inside you.”

“I’m on the edge myself, honey, so let ’er rip!” Nikki giggled.

He dove into her like a diver searching for a precious pearl. Her inner seas welcomed him as his tool reached its depths. His cock resurfaced to take a breath, then charged again into her dark crevasse. Her pussy gripped him like a black velvet wet suit. She spread her legs wider and he pushed deeper, in and out, growing bigger with every thrust. She wrapped her legs around him as their rivers merged.

When her breathing returned to normal, Nikki disappeared.

Malik said, “Angie, you liked that a lot. I hope it doesn’t hurt too bad.”

“I’m okay,” I said. I didn’t tell him about Nikki.

A few nights later, after my bruises had faded, Malik said, “Todd wants to spank you.”

“Huh? How does Todd know about that?” I growled.

“It slipped out at happy hour tonight. Just say yes. Try it once.”

“Yes.”

“He’s waiting outside. I’ll call him in. Take the drinks and wait in the living room.”

I chose a spot on the comfy couch. Malik sat on my left and Todd on my right. Todd watched intensely as Malik kissed me and fondled my breasts through my blouse. He took off my shirt and my bra.

“Go ahead and cop a feel, man. It’s okay, right, honey?”

I nodded.

Todd put both hands on my boobs, kneading them and brushing his hands against my nipples. He kissed me. I moaned. Malik twisted my left nipple. Todd bit the right. I had two handsome men sucking my breasts and the promise of a spanking. Todd reached down to play with my clit. My pussy juices flowed.

Malik unzipped his pants. Todd did too.

“Suck Todd’s dick, Angie. Show him your skills.”

Malik stroked himself and I lapped at Todd’s hard white cock like a thirsty cat. I swirled my tongue around the tip and inside the hole. I sucked him. I licked his balls. Malik pointed to the bench in front of the fireplace.

“Go lie across the bench. Now!” Malik demanded.

He pulled my skirt up around my waist, the checkered white-and-black linen one. He removed my panties. He scooted me forward until my breasts hung down, ripe to be plucked. He asked if I wanted the handcuffs. My legs dangled.

“Go ahead, Todd. Spank her.”

A couple of hard thwacks and Nikki showed up. I tried to talk but couldn’t. My role became voyeur.

“Let’s get her ass on fire. She loves it.”

Each hand smack left an imprint on Nikki’s burnt-sugar ass.

“Can I lick her pussy?” Todd asked.

“Of course,” Malik said. He peppered her reddened bottom with kisses while Todd dined on her pussy.

“Do you want to come in Todd’s mouth?” Nikki nodded. Malik punished her again.

“No. You don’t come until Todd does. He spanked your ass like a pro and you need to give him a reward. Suck him off and swallow. I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

Todd took the hint and stuck his cock in Nikki’s mouth. She opened her lips wide. Malik pushed his long, dark cock into her sex.

“Baby. Your ass is a mess! You won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.”

Nikki didn’t care about that. She drank Todd’s come and shrieked like a banshee when she and Malik exploded. She waved good-bye when she left.

In the morning, my ass looked like Jackson Pollock had flung pots of purple, red, and blue on it. I admired it in the mirror and smiled.

Why am I celebrating this day? Because nothing like that ever happened again. I got divorced, and these days I’m dating.

I can still get myself off thinking about it though! And if I’m lucky, I’ll find another man who likes to spank. Nikki and my ass are ready!