Demise of a Loving Husband

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Demise of a Loving Husband

16/07/2020

Part 1 – The Beginning

It all started at the Company’s Christmas Party. My wife, Mary, and I, David, have been married for 10 years, I was 37, and she was 35 with a very womanly shaped body, firm 36C cup breasts, slim waist and a very well rounded backside which was well packed into her tight-fitting blue cocktail dress. It was low cut at the front, show a nice amount of cleavage and just finishing above her knee showing her firm shapely calves. As we entered the, what was the Company’s boardroom, which had been turned into a kind of night club atmosphere, for the evening, with tables around a smallish dance floor with a stage at the far wall where a trio was setting up their instruments. I noticed my wife received many admiring glances, particularly from my Boss as he greeted us.
My Boss, Robert, was a quite striking looking man, well built, around 55 years of age, who frequented the gym. He, unfortunately, lost his wife about 5 years ago to cervical cancer, so he had no lady partner. All the men, most of the Company’s senior staff were dress in evening suits and black bow ties, the ladies in an assortment of evening dresses or cocktail dresses. I noticed a few ladies sitting together, one of which was my secretary, Carole, who had only been working for me during the last two months. We found our table and sat down and were served drinks after which Robert said a few words of welcome before the meal as served.
My wife, Mary, is a very ambitious woman, particularly for my career, she is an advertising executive in her company, while I am the sale manager for this company. During our ten years of marriage, our sex life had been good, as I thought. Mary always seemed very loving and appreciative during our regular activities in the marital bed. One thing I did notice was that I could never seem to get Mary to orgasm when I penetrated her with or without a condom, she would say that I had pleasured her, yet I was able to get her to orgasm three or four times by satisfying her orally, licking, kissing and sucking her beautifully shave vagina and clitoris. This did not seem to worry her, as I said; she was always appreciative of our lovemaking and always was very complimentary about what I did with my tongue. Which she said “was her pleasure”.
During the meal, we made small talk with the other managers and wives on our table. Mary again received many compliments about her appearance and dress, not only from the men but some of the ladies too. I could see, from their faces, what the men were thinking, what a lucky sod I was with such a beautiful woman sat next to me. When the meal was finished the tables were cleared and the trio which had been playing quite soft music up to now, start with more upbeat tunes for the dancing.
I went to the bar to get more drinks for the table as got back carrying a tray; I noticed that Mary was not in her seat. I looked around and saw that she was on the floor dancing with Robert. When the dance was finished Robert brought Mary back to the table and said to me.
“I hope you did not mind, David, me taking your beautiful wife for the first dance, I notice you were not here”.
What could I say “No, Robert that was very good of you”.
He then said “Thank you, Mary” as he gave her peck on her check he whispered.
“I will be back”, in her ear.
I could tell that Mary was feeling very chuffed and quite excited she said to me.
“What a very charming man, he seemed very virile and strong”.
I said, “You enjoyed that then”?
To which she replied, “Very much”.

I danced with Mary during the next dance but no sooner had we got back to the table Robert was there again.
“Don’t mind, do you, David”?
I said, “Oh, no go ahead”.
As they went off, I was joined at the table by my secretary Carole, who was quite tall and slim, somehow not really what you would call attractive, but quite pretty, about 27 years old. I got her a drink and we started talking which I was very pleased about as we had only really talked, to exchange morning and evening pleasantries and about work. She did tell me that she had a partner but just left it at that; she always seemed quite shy and very reluctant to talk about her home or private life.
I said, “I didn’t know that you would be here”?
“No”, she said, “my partner brought me; she’s a friend of Robert’s, that’s her over there”.
I saw this tall thinnish woman, with short spiky auburn hair, dressed in a black trouser suit.
“Should we invite her over?”
“No, she prefers to be with those people at our table; I don’t think you will like her”.
I looked at her again and thought ‘yes, she does look a bit butch’.
We continue talking but I was not getting any clearer information about her background, we danced and then had more drinks.

I was so engrossed with talking and dancing with Carole I had not noticed that Mary was missing. As the evening was drawing to a close Mary appeared.
“Oh, there you are”. I said.
“This is Carole my secretary, you haven’t met her before”.
Mary made a conversation with Carole while I went to the toilet. Conversation among the men in there was all about Mary.
“She seems a real goer your wife, you lucky sod.”
“Robert was getting onto her, wasn’t he?”
I said, “I had not noticed I trust my wife fully”.

As I went back to the table, I felt a little confused and wondered what had gone on. At the table, Robert was there saying goodbye to Carole and then Mary but I thought that it seemed quite a passionate kiss he gave her. He shook hands with and said.
“I hope you all enjoyed yourselves”.
To which Mary replied very enthusiastically “Oh yes, that was a wonderful evening, wasn’t it David? Thank you, Robert”.
We all made our way to the exit and said goodbyes again as we found our taxis.

In the taxis home I said to Mary.
“You seemed to enjoy yourself, what happened tonight?”
She said, “We will talk about it when we get home, not in the taxis dear”.
Again I was feeling confused but before I could think about things, Mary put her arms around me and started to kiss very passionately, as we did I ran my hand along her thigh, the higher I got I noticed how wet she felt, down there and that she did not have her panties on.

At home, we took our coats off and Mary grabbed my hand a virtually dragged me into the lounge and forced me to sit down. Immediately she kissed me and forced her tongue between my lips and into my mouth.

After a while, I pulled away, she said.
“Before you say anything I want you to know how much I love you; you are the only one for me, I only want to make you happy and I would do anything for you”.
She continued, “You seemed to be concentrating so much on Carole; I didn’t think you would mind me going with Robert”.
“Yes,” I said very angrily “but I did not take her to my office and fuck her; she’s a lesbian and has a female partner”.
To which Mary was a little taken-a-back.
“Now don’t get angry, I did it for you, your career”.
“My career”?
“Yes, your career, Robert was telling me about the sales director, Mr, what’s his name, he is due to retire in a few months and you could get that position”.
I retorted, “So it was for me, so I am to forgive you and forget about tonight”?
“Please darling, let me tell you what happened. You will understand I’m sure. Robert is a very wonderful man; a gentleman, as we danced I could feel his erection growing as he pressed up against me. He even apologies for it. He explained that he lost his beloved wife five years ago and had not had the company of any female since she died. He invited me to his office to show me her picture; she looked a very nice lady.
Before I knew it, he had undone his flies and he took out what seemed an enormous erection, it looked magnificent; I have never seen anything so big. I could not help myself I took into my mouth.”
I interjected, “You have never done this for me”!
“I could not resist, it felt so good and big I struggle to get into my mouth. Compared to his, yours is quite small”. She continued, “After a while, he raised my dress and took off my panties, laid me on his desk and sided it into me. It felt so good; I came almost immediately, as he pumped, the more I climaxed, I must have cum four or five times I lost count. It was so wonderful; I have never felt anything like it before. Even with you and how much I love you”.

As Mary’s story continued I felt a little more relaxed and felt my erection growing, so quickly, as her story sounded so erotic, and then felt quite proud, in an unusual way, for my wife and what she had done for me. I kissed and we went up to bed.

After undressing and getting in bed I made love to her after I had fondled her breasts and tweaked her nipples, but I came almost immediately, not getting her anywhere near an orgasm. So, as usual, I used my mouth, as I licked and sucked but I could not only taste mine but Robert’s sperm in her vagina.

Part 2 – My Changing Life

It was now 2 weeks before Christmas and life went on, as usual, working as we did, me getting home first in the evening and preparing the evening meal.
On Monday, following the Party, Robert said.
“Good morning, David, I hope you enjoyed the party, I am sure Mary did”?
With a touch of irony in my voice, I said, “I’m sure she did”!
Nothing more was said about the Party, only comments from my work colleagues. Robert and I spoke only about work during the rest of the week.

On Tuesday evening, Mary and I were in bed, I was kissing her nipples and she was fondling me to an erection. I plunged my rock hard dick into Mary’s waiting wet vagina, with more than a touch of jealousy. I was pumping her as hard as I could, determined to give her an orgasm, as Robert had done, but again I failed, miserably, shooting my semen far too quickly. From what Mary told me about Robert’s boner I suspected I was nowhere near reaching her G-spot with my smaller tool.
As I withdrew, I asked Mary.
“Were you thinking of Robert, while I was doing that”?
She replied, “It was lovely dear, don’t be concerned, I was in fact, thinking how Robert filled me, how long he was and tight he felt in me. But don’t worry dear, I still love you, I will always make you happy and you can now make me cum with that wonderful tongue of yours”.

The following weekend, one week before Christmas Day, which was the following Saturday, Mary and I, as usual, shared the household chores, dusting, cleaning, washing, I knew how to load and start the washing machine but Mary usually did it, as I did the vacuum cleaning. Mary does the ironing on Sunday while I saw to the garden or household DIY jobs.
In bed that night, not having spoken about Robert during the past few days, I thought Mary seemed distant while we made love.
I said, “You were thinking about him again, weren’t you”?
In a rather dreamy way, she said.
“I was thinking what a shame that Robert will be on his own, on Christmas Day, he lost his wife and he did not mention any children”.
I said, “I’m sure he will have some relations he could spend Christmas with”.
“No, I think we should invite him to spend Christmas Day with us, again it could be good for your career prospects.”
“I’m not sure; I want to spend Christmas Day with you, alone”.
I then hesitated and said, “Well perhaps, as long as it’s only the Day”.
Mary said, excitedly, “I’ll phone him tomorrow, to see if he would like to come.”
She then threw herself on me and kissed me all over my face, while I was thinking ‘you’re having telephone conversations with him, are you’?

I did not see Robert at work that week; we were finishing for Christmas on Tuesday evening. Mary came home Monday evening and said joyfully, or it was more like, a cheering tone in her voice.
“I phoned him, Robert, he would love to come and spend Christmas with us”.
She continued. “As we are off work Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, we had better get the house cleaned ready for Christmas Day”.
That evening Mary was so passionate in bed, she even attempted to suck my cock for the first time.
Robert arrived at about 10.00 Christmas Day, after shaking hands welcoming each other, as I took his coat, he handed me a very expensive boxed bottle of malt whisky. Mary came up the hallway and kissed him full on the lips, he then handed her an extremely expensive-looking jewellery box, as she opened it she cried with joy.
“Oh Robert, you shouldn’t have, it’s wonderful, look David”.
As she showed me, taking it out of the box, it was a silver, emerald and diamond necklace with matching earrings; pailing my present, to her, into insignificance.
Mary was wearing a very tight-fitting, short green dress, that I had not seen before. She did look gorgeous in it, as it showed off her fully curved body and plenty of cleavage; I could see Robert thought so.
She said, “Thank you, Robert, will you put the necklace on for me, it matches my dress”?
She kissed him again as he completed the task and Mary wore it all day, together with very dangly earrings.

We settled down to the Day, I had made coffees, Mary and Robert sat next to each other on the settee. As I came out of the kitchen with the coffees I noticed a slight hand movement by each of them, as they moved their hand off each other. Robert and I made small talk, we did not want to talk about work today, although I did not get that much of a chance to get into any conversations, as Mary dominated the talking with Robert all day it seemed, only stopping to tell me to go and do something.
“Get the biscuits, David”.
“Clear the coffee cups, David”.
“Isn’t it time to start lunch, David”.
Mary was paying so much attention to Robert, I was glad to get away in the kitchen for a bit of peace.

I served the traditional Christmas lunch with all the trimmings, we quickly seemed to get through the first two bottles of wine, and I was sent to get two more. Robert talked about his wife during the lunch but it was still Mary dominating the conversation. I had not realised that we were sat at the table having taken over three and a half hours to complete lunch. I cleared the table and washed up the plates and utensils taking me a good half hour. As I came into the lounge Mary was sitting even closer to Robert, with both of them having their hands on each other’s thighs. I sat in the easy chair trying to get into the conversation, without much success.

When Mary said, “Tea, David, please; and cake.”
So off I went into the kitchen again, when I came back with the tea and cake I was sure Mary’s dress was higher up her thigh and she was showing more cleavage. After tea we sat back at the table, Mary rearranging her dress as she moved from the settee. We played cards plays for a couple of hours, where it was always Robert who seemed to have the winning hands with Mary praising him.
“What a good player you are Robert”.
“Well done again Robert”.
I just thought, ‘lucky sod’.

We settle down to watch TV at around 7.30, with Mary almost sitting on top of Robert on the settee, I again had to make do with the easy chair which meant, my view of them, was a little obscured by the side and back of the settee. I was annoyed as I could not see what their hands were doing, as I could see their heads keep turning towards each other. About 9.30 during a commercial break Mary got up smoothing out her dress as she did so, took my hand and said.
“Come on, David, we need more drinks and nibbles.”
Despite Robert’s insistence that he had had more than enough, she pulled me into the kitchen. As we entered Mary immediately put her arms around my neck and kissed me, she said.
“I have had such a lovely day; you have made me very happy”.
I indignantly replied, “Can’t think why, you have virtually ignored me all day, making me into your skivvy and dominating Robert”.
“I have done it for you, David, your promotion”.
Mary continued. “Don’t you think Robert’s had more than enough to drink; it would be too dangerous for him to drive. He should stay the night”.
“He could get a taxi”.
“Not now”.
“You want to sleep with him, don’t you”?
“Oh, David that would be the most wonderful Christmas present you could ever give me”.
“I’m doing it for you, David; I want you to be happy. He’s staying; you can sleep in the guest bedroom”.
“Why can’t he”?
“No, David, it’s settled, he staying and he will sleep in our bed, with me”.
She then kissed me on the forehead and walked back into the lounge. I carried the drinks in as Mary was whispering into Roberts’s ear while grabbing hold of his hand. Robert was, at least, appreciative of another drink.

At about 10.00 Mary and Robert got up from the settee.
Mary said, “Will you clear up, David? We are going up to bed, and we will see you in the morning”.
Robert shook my hand and said.
“Thank you David; it has been a most wonderful Christmas for me”.

I cleared the things up and went upstairs to the guest bedroom and lay naked on the bed listening to my wife’s distorted shouts of exaltation, screams of erotic joy and begging, through the wall.
“Give it to me Robert, yes, - yes, make me cum again, oh this is wonderful”.
With Robert’s occasional grunts of satisfaction, as I listened it sounded so erotic, I got the most aching enormous erection, I just hand pumped it and must have ejaculated three times.
I did not get up very early, on Boxing Day; I just read my book for a while, my concentration being interrupted by the occasional sexual chorus from next door.
When I did get up, as I open my bedroom door I got a shout from Mary.
“Can you bring us tea please dear?”

When I took up the tea I thought I had better knock on the bedroom door, but I did not hear any voices, I thought I heard the water running, I open the went in and put the tea on the dressing table. I saw through the steamy cubical both Mary and Robert together in the en-suite shower, soaping and washing each other.
As I went downstairs I felt very jealous and I thought to myself ‘I got that en-suit refurbished with a double-sized shower cubical deliberately, for the express purpose of Mary and myself using it together, but now I have to make do with the old shower in the main bathroom’.

I was in the kitchen when they came down the stairs and they went straight to the front door.
When I heard Mary shout.
“We are going out, be a dear, can you clean the house up a bit, change our bed-sheets and put them in the wash? We will be back about 4ish can you have dinner ready by then”?
“Love you,” as the front door closed.

I did what I was asked to do and had the leftover diner ready for 4.00. They got back about 4.15 and I served. As we ate we chatted about where they had been, of course, Mary dominated the conversation saying.
“We had a nice walk along the river, went into a pub and had a light lunch and walked back”.
So on and so on.
When Robert finished his plate he said.
“Please excuse me, I’ll have to go, I have an early flight tomorrow morning, from Heathrow to America, business goes no David, I’m sure you will understand”.
In the hallway after Mary had finished a very long and passionate kiss with him, Robert hugged me and whispered in my ear.
“It’s been a wonderful two days, one of the best Christmases I have had. Thank you, David, you’re a good man and husband, you have handled this situation very well, SEE YOU NEXT WEEKEND”?????????

Part 3 – The Progression

When he had gone I turned to Mary saying.
“What did he mean, see you next weekend?”
Mary put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Oh David, I do love you, I want to be happy, I know you want me to be happy and you do make me happy, I will never leave you, you’re the only one I will ever love, but Robert gives me something different, a greater fulfillment, I cannot resist him. It will not affect our marriage, don’t you see David, and I’m doing it for your career”.
“I have told Robert, he can come and stay over every Saturday from now on”.
My protest was cut short by Mary put two fingers over my mouth saying.
“No arguments David, I’m sure you understand my needs.”
“Anyway,” I said, “next Saturday is New Year’s Eve”.
“Ah, Robert’s got that planned for us, dear; he is taking us to a Party, with people he knows”.
“When was this planned?”
“When we were on our walk this afternoon, we met two of his friends, seemed a very nice people, they made a few phone calls and it was all decided. It’s at that big exclusive mansion, the other side of Watford, he is picking us up about 6.30, I am sure it will be a really good experience for us”.
“I suppose he will come back here and stay Saturday?”
“Yes, he will. Now don’t get upset, dear, it’s good of him to invite us”.

She kissed and cuddled me and we walked into the lounge sitting down to watch TV. That night in bed I kissed Mary then said.
“What about my needs?”
“Oh don’t worry David, I will make sure your needs are met. But not tonight dear, I need to recover from that marvelous weekend”.
She just turned over and went to sleep.
It was Wednesday; we were in bed Mary started to kiss my lips and fondled my hardening cock, she slipped it into her love channel but no matter how hard I tried I could not bring her to orgasm.
Mary said, “Never mind dear, we’ll try again next week”.
So I went down between her legs kissed and licked her vagina, sucking out all of my sperm but even with my taste on my tongue, I could still taste Robert.
But I brought her to orgasm twice with my tongue.
As we settling in to sleep, I said.
“Oh, does that mean that Wednesdays are our only loving day?”
“We’ll see dear, don’t you think it’s the best dear, I need days to recover and days to prepare for my fantastic night with Robert”.

Being off work this week, all the housework was done, Mary even showed me how to do the ironing.
“You never know when you might need this skill”, she said.
Looking through her wardrobe on Thursday afternoon, Mary came and sat on the bed looking rather distraught.
“I haven’t got anything to wear for the party tomorrow evening. Will you take me shopping tomorrow morning?”
“Can’t you go on your own, you know I hate shopping?”
“No, I need your advice about a dress; you know what looks good on me”.
I reluctantly agreed to go with her.
At the shops that morning, it was the usual procedure going into several shops, trying on two or three dresses in each shop. Mary was trying on more cocktail type dresses, which I knew she preferred, rather than long following evening gowns. After the fifth shop and god knows how many dresses.
Mary said, “Do you know, I think the best dress I’ve tried, was in that first shop, that nice deep red one. What do you think, David?”
I nodded in a feed up sort of way.
“Good, we will go back there and I’ll try it again”.
Mary came out of the changing room, twirling around.
“What do you think David?”
“It’s very nice but rather revealing, very low cut at the front and quite short”.
“I know you like to see me showing off my gorgeous body, I’m sure Robert will like it, I’ll buy it”.
I whispered to myself, ‘I’m sure he will’.
Mary said, “Did I detect a sense of jealousy there, David?”
“That’s not becoming of you, dear”.
We were ready and waiting when Robert arrived in a taxis. He gave Mary a very passionate kiss which she returned and he was very complimentary about her dress. The drive took about three-quarters of an hour to get to the venue. We entered into a large reception area where we were served drinks. Robert and Mary chatted to a few people but I was never introduced. As I looked around I thought it strange that they seemed to be many more men there than ladies. We summoned to our table, there were 12 places set and there were two men to every lady. The ladies did the introductions as Mary did, introducing me as her husband and Robert as her friend, the other wives did the same. The other husbands sat with the heads lowered not looking at their wives or friends. I was very confused at this point.
During the meal, five courses in all, so it went on quite a while, it was the wives and friends that did all the talking, the husbands remain silent. As I tried to get into the conversation Mary would touch my arm telling me to Shh!!!!!, be quiet or don’t talk. By the time the meal finished and the tables were cleared it was gone eleven. The dancing started but it was only the wives and friends that danced. The husbands sat at the table sipping their drinks. I tried to talk, but none of them would say anything other than ‘can’t talk’ ‘not allowed to say anything’.

I went to the toilet in which there was one other chap, I said to him.
“What the hell is going on here?”
He said, “Are you, husband or friend?”
“Husband”
“Oh, I shouldn’t talk to you”.
“Why?”
“If I get court talking to you I could be punished, I’ll be denied sexual favours for at least a month”.
As he undid his fly I noticed he was wearing a cock cage.
“What is this about?”
“The friends are the couples ‘Masters’ or rather ‘Lovers’; the husbands are not able to sexually satisfy their wives so they take lovers. The Masters come and stay at the weekend and sleep with the wives while the husband serves and service them”.
He said while he was carefully looking around.
“I’ve had it for over a year now”.
I said. “My wife’s friend is my boss; tonight will be only the second time he has stayed over”.
“Are, your new at this, they will grind you down”.
At that point someone else came in so he walked away, as I came out of the door he whispered “good luck” to me.
At midnight there were kisses and handshakes and even the husbands were allowed to join in with ‘Auld Lang Syne’ and the knees up that followed. The party began to break up at twelve-thirty and we found our taxi. Of course, Mary was full of the evening.
“Oh, thank you, Robert, I’ve had such a wonderful time”.
“Yesss…” Robert slurred having had far too much to drink, “I can’t wait to get that dress off you Mary”, who just giggled.
At home, Mary said to me.
“Wasn’t that a lovely evening”?
“It was very confusing, I’m not sure what to make of it, and it seemed very strange,” I said.
As he dragged Mary up the stairs Robert said, “You’ll learn, David, you’ll learn”.
Lying in bed I heard, Robert, in his drunken state, was much more verbose than Mary in their lovemaking cries. I still got a massive erection which I furiously jerked.

Part 4 - The Progression Intensifies

The next two weeks went off virtually uneventfully, Wednesdays were our love night, Robert came Saturday afternoon and Mary took him to bed while I watched ‘Match of the Day’. In my bed the love chorus, as I named it, seemed to get louder each week, giving me the real ‘hard-on’ which I wanked several times each night.

It was the last Wednesday in late January Mary was kissing my nipples while holding my ‘little man’ in her hand, gently stroking it. She just stopped and held my cock still in her hand, she said.
“You know since I have been with Robert”, slightly shaking her hand and my cock.
“This little thing doesn’t do anything for me when you are inside of me. I think from now on I will just give you a hand-job, to satisfy you and leave Robert to penetrate and satisfy me. I will let you cum over my breasts; you can then lick me clean. I know you like kissing and licking my nice titties and use your lovely tongue in my love hole, to satisfy me. Is that alright”?
“Do I have any choice in the matter”?
“Not dear, you’ll do as I say, and like it”.
I knew then that I was beginning made to accept the situation of our love life. I wondered if Mary was being instructed, by Robert, to do things, although she never said, I was sure she was having conversations with him during the week.
The next Wednesday Mary was stroking my cock while playing with my balls; she went down and kissed my ‘little man’s head’ which was unusual for her. She started to pump it when she suddenly stopped squeezing my cock hard while bringing her other hand down to grab my balls. It was hurting so badly I could hardly hear what she said.
“Are you doing this in the other room, while Robert and I are in here making love?”
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!, what do you mean”?
“Are you wanking yourself while Robert and I are in here?”
“Yeeeeeeee…..,” as she squeezed my balls harder.
“I didn’t hear you”
“Yeees….”
“Tell me”, she demanded as eased off my balls.
“Yes, your sex chorus, as I call it, your cries of ecstasy, shouts of joy and encouragement, Roberts occasional grunts are so erotic they give me a massive erection I have to relieve myself”.
With that, she whacked my cock saying, as she turned away from me.
“Finnish yourself off tonight”, and she went to sleep.

When Mary got home on Thursday evening she said.
“I am sorry, my love, I was rather hard on you, last night. You were only trying to get satisfaction for yourself”.
She kissed me, “But I must tell you that Robert is coming tomorrow night. He will be here about 6.30; you will make sure there is enough dinner for him, dear”.
“Okay, but what’s that all about”?
“He is taking me shopping on Saturday; we will probably be gone all day. So you will need to do all the housework by yourself”.
She put her hands on each side of my head pulled me down and kissed me.
“You’ll do that for me won’t you, you wonderful man, David, I love you, sweetie”.

Robert arrived the next evening and we had dinner, making small talk about our past working week. Had a few drinks when Mary and Robert went up to bed quite early, I thought, while I stayed for another hour watching TV. In bed, I had to listen to the sex chorus and as usual, got a massive erection. I was concentrating so hard on pumping my dick, I did not realise my door was pushed open where Mary and Robert stood watching me shoot my load all over my belly. They shut the door and went back to enjoying each other.

Next morning they were gone straight after breakfast, not a word was said about last night. I did the housework and washing as ordered and had the dinner ready for 6.00. They came in soon after and Mary was full of the day.
“We have had a lovely day, hadn’t we Robert”.
Who nodded in agreement?
“We will tell you all about it after dinner, David”.
At the table, Mary was in full voice.
“We saw some lovely things, I got two new dresses”.
“You looked gorgeous in them Mary”, Robert interrupted.
“And Robert got a new shirt and tie”.
On and on she went.

I cleared the dinner things away to the kitchen and was washing, and then Mary came up behind me; turned me round grabbed me with hands either side of my face and pulled me down to hers and kissed me.
“You have done a wonderful job today, David, the house looks really clean. You are such a loving husband and appreciate what you do for me, I could not wish to be with a better person than you”.
She kissed me again.
“Now when you have finished here, I want you to go upstairs and have a shower”.
“But I don’t need a...” my words were interrupted by her fingers on my lips.
“No arguments or protests, David, you will do as I tell you, please. Go up to the bathroom and I want you the shave you’re pubic hair. I’ve been doing that for ages; it is much more hygienic for you and then shower”.
She continued, “It may feel quite sore, when you finish, that area is very sensitive, so rub in some cream, that’s in the cabinet. When you have dried yourself, don’t get dressed just knock on our bedroom door and come in, so we can inspect you. Be careful not to cut yourself there. You will do that won’t you David, now be a good boy and don’t protest or argue”.
Then she was gone.

When I finished shaving and showering I wrapped a towel around my waist to hide my shyness, knocked on the door, and went in. Mary was lying on the bed with just her bra on and Robert was naked. I gasped, when I saw his cock for the first time, it must have been a good 6 or 7 inches long and not fully erect, his pubic area was completely bald, and I noticed that Mary could not get her hand fully around it as she was holding it. Robert sat up as he took his hand away from between Mary’s legs.

He said, “Drop the towel, David, and let’s see what sort of job you've made of yourself”.
As I dropped the towel he said.
“That seems a good job, David, now came over here and let Mary inspect you”.
Mary rubbed one hand around my balls and lifted my cock with the other, and said.
“It feels nice and smooth Robert”.
I felt a twitch in my cock and Robert noticed it as well.
He snapped, “Slap it down, Mary, that’s not happening today, you will get hard when we let you. You will make sure you keep that area nicely shaved from now on”.

Robert continued. “We saw what you were doing last night; Mary and I have discussed the situation. What we saw last night was very degrading, demeaning and not good for you. It is also very disrespectfully to your wife and me, it will not happen again while I am in your house, is that clear”.
I nodded.
He continued, “From now on you will only talk, in this room, when you are spoken too and you will address me as Master Robert and Mary as Mistress Mary”.
I started to mumble.
Robert snapped, “There will be no arguments or objections, if you are not going to adhere to that, we will make you wear this”.
At which point, he pulled from a bag at the side of the bed, a ball gag.
“I think you had better fit it on him now Mary”.
As Mary strapped around my head, I felt a tear slide out of my eye and I thought back to the conversation I had in the toilet New Year Eve. I thought it strange that, so far, it had always been Mary taking the lead, but now Robert had taken full control and was telling Mary what to do, perhaps it had been like that all along. Robert is not only dominating me but Mary as well, but she was enjoying it much more enthusiastically than me. Robert carried on, “You have done very well so far, David, you have taken to this situation very well but things are going to change, for the better, from now on, you will show a lot more respect to your Mistress and Master, you will serve and service all our needs when I am here”.
“To stop you playing with yourself, you are to wear this”.
He pulled a cock cage from the bag.
“Fit it on him, Mary”.

She slipped the retaining ring over the top of my cock, and then started to stuff my balls into the ring; she had to push one ball through at a time, which was very painful, but I could only moan through my gag. When she got both balls into the ring she grabbed and pulled my scrotum making sure it was secure. She then started to stuff my cock into the chrome wire cage, it was very stubborn and Mary had to lick her fingers to give it some lubrication as she pushed and prodded my shaft into the cage. The cage was fitted to the retaining lugs on the ring the locking rod pushed though and the padlock secured.
“It looks a bit tight and uncomfortable but you will get used to it, David, the longer you wear it. That will keep you from defiling yourself and disrespecting us”.
As Robert placed a long gold chain, with a key on it, round Mary’s neck he said.
“Don’t worry, David, Mary will release you from the cage, from time to time, and give you a handjob, if you remain a good boy.”

“Now let’s see what else we have got for you”.
He pulled out of the bag four pairs of skimpy frilly nickers, pink, yellow, purple and red, handing Mary the pink ones.
“Put these on him, Mary, they will cover that unsightly cage up”.
“To be sure that you can never play with yourself when I’m here you will wear these and this, put them on him, Mary”.
He had a pair of wide thick leather pink wrist straps connected with three small steel chain-rings, in the other hand, he held a wide pink leather dog collar with a lead attached. My hands were cuffed behind my back and the collar secured around my neck.

“Now starting next week”, Robert continued, “when we come to bed you will come with us and you will pay tribute and respect to your Mistress, by first sensually massaging and kissing her feet and remove her stockings, while paying attention to her legs. Then you will start at the top slowly removing all her clothes, kissing each area of naked skin you uncover. Finishing with that beautiful area between her legs. Then you will be respectful to me, your Master. You will then be dismissed to your room”.

“Remove the ball gag, Mary”, Robert then said.
As she did she wiped tears off my cheek.
Robert then said, “Stand up and let us look at you”, with a big grin, “you look, wonderful boy, what do you think, David”?
Remembering what I had been told, “Good Master Robert”.
“Now that is your uniform, you will wear only that when I am here.”

Grabbing the lead, Robert maneuvered my head across to Mary; hovering me over her vagina.
“Now show respect to your Mistress and get her wet for me”.
Pulling me down onto her waiting sex organ, I was working there for four or five minutes when I was pulled away by Robert using the lead.
“That’s enough; you will never bring her to orgasm, with your tongue in my presence, which is my privileged. Now respect this”.
My face was inches from his enormous cock.
“Kiss it, lick it and take it into your mouth, get me hard ready for your Mistress”.
I was sucking it for about ten minutes when he pulled me away.
“You can make me cum in your mouth another time; you’re taking too long now”.
“Stand in the corner and watch a real man make love to your Mistress”.
Mary crawled over him as he lay back and she lowered herself on to his rock hard cock. She slipped up and down on it very enthusiastically, screaming cries of joy as she went down.
As I watched I began to realise how much Mary was enjoying the sensation, the frill was making her so happy.

The tears were rolling down my face, but they were tears of pleasure and love for my wife. I was so erotic my cock was straining in the cage, with that pain I could not stand straight, my knees were buckling.
“Stand straight, boy and watch”, Robert shouted.
They were banging away for what seemed ages, changing positions several times, him on top of Mary; her legs over his shoulders; sideways and doggy style. Mary had climaxed several times and finally with a big grunt and two final hard shoves Robert shot his load into Mary.

“Come here, boy, did you enjoy that?”
“Yes Master”.
“Now clean you’re Mistress”.
So I went down on Mary licked and sucked his cum from her tube.
“Now clean me,” he demanded, which I did.
He then dismissed me saying, “We will be sleeping late in the morning; you will bring us tea, but do not disturb us. Go to your bedroom; put the gag on him, Mary”.

I just lay on the bed with the handcuffs and my cock straining its cage, what could I do but listen to sex symphony continued to be played next door.

Next morning I struggled to get my legs through my arms and over the cuffs so I had my hands in front of me to make the tea. I took it to their room.
Mary was awake but Robert was sleeping, she said.
“Come here, dear, let me take your gag and cuffs off”.
When she had done that she tenderly put her hand on the side of my face and kissed me on the forehead saying.
“We were a little hard on you, but Robert likes things done correctly. You are such a good boy, David, I do love you”.

I went downstairs to get on with the housework, I felt rather silly doing it in just my uniform. I tucked the lead in the back of my panties to stop it tickling my back. I retrieved the tea things and saw that they were both in the shower enjoying each other’s bodies. Eventually, they both came down the stairs.

Mary shouted, “We are going out for lunch, we’ll be back for dinner and Robert’s staying tonight.”
Then they were gone. It was unusual for him to stay on a Sunday night but then I’m not the master in my own house at the weekends.

At bedtime, I was pulled up the stairs by my lead. I start by doing my duty for my Mistress while the Master undressed. He was watching me closely then snapped.
“Do it more tenderly, show proper respect, caress her more tenderly, that’s not good enough”.
I was working my way down across the Mistress’s stomach.
The Master said, “Stop, that has not been good enough, it needs to be more respectful and tender.”
Seated on the side of the bed he pulled on the lead and I was across his knees, pulling down my panties he gave me five very hard slaps across each buttock.
When finished he demanded, “There that’s what you get if you don’t please me, I want to see you do better next time.”
“Yes Master”.
“Now get Mary’s knickers off and worship the gorgeous vagina”.
When he thought I had been there long enough, The Master, now on the bed resting against the headboard, he pulled me over to his giant stiff cock.
Saying, “Tonight’s the night you are going to make me cum in your mouth, so get started”.
“Come here, Mary,” she positioned herself so her vagina was level with his mouth.
“We’re having a race, boy, you’ve got to see if you can make me cum before my tongue makes Mary climax”.
I knew that was a race I could never win.

The next morning, The Master was leaving when Mary eventually released him from her clutches; he came to and put his hand tenderly on the side of my face.
“Well done, David, you’ve taken this weekend very well, you’re a good boy”.
With that, he slapped my face and with the other hand strongly slapped my bum.
“You’re going to be my new SALES DIRECTOR”

Part 5 – Promotion

When Robert was gone, Mary jumped on me, hands around my neck, legs around my waist, kissing me all over my face, “Oh, well done, David, I am so proud of you, congratulations on your promotion. I said I was doing this all for you and it’s worked, I do love you, you wonderful man”.

There were more kisses but my emotions were somewhat different and mixed, some pleasure at the promotion but frustration, anger, jealousy and a lot of love for my wife, thinking that my transformation was almost complete.

That evening as soon as Mary arrived home, obviously still feeling excited from the morning's declaration, she jumped on me, while kissing me, she said.
“Take me up the stairs and undress me, darling, I’ll tell you how to do it more tenderly.”
When I had made her cum twice, with my tongue, she released my cock which almost immediately sprang to attention, and she stroked me with a strong grip, I was soon shooting over her chest. I cleaned her, sucking gently on each nipple, then my tongue made her climax twice more.
“Let’s go and have dinner, Mary said, “then we can come back and celebrate some more”.

At work Tuesday morning, I was summoned to Roberts’s office. As I walked in he came around his desk and put his hand out, I thought to shake mine but his hand went straight to my crouch and tapped.
“Are good, I see Mary is keeping you in check. Now sit down, we need to talk about this Directorship, I presume you will want to keep your secretary, it’s a promotion for her, as well. Carole, isn’t it, seems like a nice girl but Mary tells me she ‘bats for the other side’ is that so”?
“She is a bit shy but very conscientious”, I said, “We work well together; she does have a female partner”.
“It takes all sorts, I suppose, good I’ll get my secretary, who has all the papers we need to sign, and get your secretary and we’ll work through everything.”

Carole and I were in with Robert and his secretary for most of the morning, back in my office Carole said. “Robert still into your wife, David”?
“Why do you ask”?
“He is certainly into my partner”.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he has a very dominant and strange lifestyle”.
“Yes, I think I would say, my wife, is into him”.
“You poor love, David, you poor love”, as she left my office.

Wednesday morning Carole buzzed through to me, “Mary’s on the phone, David”.
“Okay, put her through.”
“Hello dear, everything okay”?
“Oh yes love, alright with you”?
“Yes, getting to grips with this director thing.”
“Good”, Mary said, “I just wanted to let you know that I will be staying at Robert’s tonight, is that alright”?
“What’s that all about, tonight is our night”?
“Yes, I realise that, love, but you did have Monday’s pleasure and I’ll make it up to you, I promise, he wants to discuss a few things with me, don’t be upset love, you know I love you”.
“I am not pleased but there’s nothing I can do about it, is there?”
“So it’s okay then, I’ll let him know, I will be back home, in the morning to change, but I expect you will already have left, goodbye, sweetie”.

Thursday evening when Mary came home I asked straight away.
“What was last night all about”?
“Oh, don’t worry dear; Robert will explain everything when he gets here Saturday. Now if you are a good boy tonight I will release your cock, after you pay me the proper respect, okay”?
I thought, ‘she must be still excited about my promotion’.

Saturday I met Robert at the door, as instructed I was dressed in my uniform.
“Good, David, I have brought you a present”.
From a bag, he took out a silk, almost see-through, an apron with frills all-round the sides.
“Let me put it on you”.
He put it over my head and tied it around my waist; it came about halfway down my thighs at the front. “There, that completes your uniform”.
Mary came down the hallway, “Oh isn’t that pretty? Now thank Robert”.
“Thank you, Master”.
I was feeling a right fool, standing there with both of them looking at me.

Partway through dinner, Robert said, “Now Mary and I have discussed a few things and made some arrangements, you tell him, Mary”.
“Now you must not worry, David, there is nothing that will affect our relationship, you know I love you and want to make you happy, so does Robert, and it is very kind of him to have made these arrangements”.

“First of all, Robert has arranged a holiday, just the two of us, in the Seychelles”.
Mary mentioned the dates we would be away.
“It’s a very exclusive resort, Robert use to go there with his wife, he showed me some photos, and it looks nice, I’m sure we will have a wonderful time, David”.
I said, “Just the two of us?”
“Oh yes, I won’t be there, it’s just for you both, you deserve it,” Robert said.

Mary continued, “Next weekend Robert is taking me away to the country, the Cotswold's. But you are not being left out, David, Robert has arranged for you to visit and stay with two nice ladies, that he knows. They are going to show you the proper way to respect and serve your Master and Mistress. I will drop you at their place on my way to pick Robert up”.

I started to mumble in a very disdained way
“That’s great isn’t it, taking my wife away, making her drive him, pushing me off to some school, what the hell is that all about?”

Robert snapped, “There will be no arguments or no protests, we've both decided it's the best thing for you, it will make you a better man. If you say anything else I’ll take you upstairs, put the ball gag on and punish you, it’s in your best interests, carry on Mary”.

“In three weeks, Robert is away at a business conference, so he cannot be here”.
‘Bloody who array’, I thought to myself.
“But he has kindly arranged for us to go to a party with some of his friends, and we are going to be the quests of honour”.
‘What sort of party is that going to be?’ I thought.
“Now don’t be a spoilsport, David, Roberts has done all this for our benefit, I am sure we will enjoy ourselves."
‘I’m sure you will, but I have grave doubts,’ I thought.

I very begrudgingly did my duty that night, I was thankful that the Master did not cum in my mouth while I pleasured him. I lay on my bed, at least the ball gag and cuffs were not put on me before I was dismissed, try to think how things had got this way and what I could do to stop it. I concluded that they had me ‘by my balls’ and resolved to have it out with Mary tomorrow night.

Sunday when Robert had left I was moping around, Mary pulled my lead and we sat down together on the settee, she kissed me and said.
“Now come on, David, tell me what the matter is, you look so sad and miserable”.
“Well it’s this situation; obviously, look at me, dressed like this. Robert is completely controlling me, you and our weekend and now our future it seems. He’s made me a weekend sissy slave”.
“Come now, David, its only one night a week and the term is weekend cuckolder”.
“Is it? You talked to him about it all during the week.”
“Don’t get upset, you now Robert gives me what you can’t. He gives me fulfillment, I enjoy it and he makes me happy, I know you try and that you love me and I love you.”

“I don’t know, perhaps I should end all of this by chucking my job in and we could move away, it seems such an unnatural lifestyle”.
“No, you can’t”, Mary said angrily, “Robert has some very influential friends, he will ruin you, make sure you could never get another job, you will be destitute”.
“I’m sure he will ensure you’ll be alright”.
“Yes, I’m sure he will; I am enjoying this way of life, I have never been so happy. Can’t you see, David, you will get used to it; next weekend will show you how to enjoy it. I want you to enjoy things; I want you to be happy, I love you, David”.
She kissed me all over my face and then said.
“I know it’s early, but let’s go up to bed, I’ll make you happy”.

I helped Mary undress; she took off my uniform even releasing my cock from its cage, I thought it seemed even smaller since it had been caged up. We got into bed but I could still smell Robert on the sheets.
I whispered, “Oh god, he is still with us now”.
“What was that dear”?

As she kissed me then fondled my ‘little man’ which quickly grew to attention, she continued to tenderly stroke it.
She said, “Robert is a strong, determined man, he told me that during his marriage his wife could never satisfy him and she did not like and was not interested in sex, so he took a lover. It was a similar situation to us but in reverse, his lover came and stayed at weekends while his wife did everything for them. After she died he had several lovers, he still sees one of them during the week”.
“So that story, ‘of not having the company of another woman’, was just a hook to get you”?
“Just a little white lie dear”.
As she kissed away down my chest and then kissed the head of my erection and sucked it a few times.
I said, “And you don’t mind”?
As she came back up, “No dear, I don’t, I’m enjoying my life now. That’s such a sweet little thing”, as she gave my erection a little squeeze.

With her hand still holding my cock she continued.
“Robert introduced me to some of his lady friends and I have been meeting with them at lunchtimes. One of them, Marjorie, who used to be his lover, has a cuckold husband, told me that Robert is referred to as ‘Lord Master’. Marjorie is referred to as ‘Madam Mistress; so Vivian, another friend, told me, she has a lover but didn’t mention a husband”.
“Together they run a society, of like-minded people, who meet and have parties; New Year’s Eve was one of those parties”.
“I suppose the one we are invited too and are to be the guests of honour, is one?”
“Well sort off, dear”.

She started to gently rub erection and continued.
“Robert said it would take time for you to get over your objections and you’ve not yet got yourself in the right frame of mind about this situation. That’s why he has arranged for you to see those two ladies next weekend”.
With that I shot my load on her tits, she said, “Now clean me and make me happy”.

Part 6 - Training

On Friday afternoon I received a text from Mary simply saying, ‘just dress in your uniform, you will not need to take anything else for the weekend. Put an overcoat over my shoulders and sandals on; be ready for when I get home’.

I was waiting almost trembling in trepidation about what was going to happen this weekend, I was sure it was not going to be pleasant. Mary put the ball gag on me and buttoned up the coat so my arms were completely encased with the cuffs securing my arms behind my back. Mary drove me to an industrial site and pulled up the car next to what looked like a warehouse. We got out of the car and went into a reception area. Mary undid my coat and I slipped out of the sandals which she put on the desk.

A door opened and two huge, dark-skinned, amazon looking women greeted us.
“Mistress Mary, welcome and this must be little David”, one of them said.
“I’m Beatrice, Mistress Bea; this is Teamina, Mistress Tea”; looking at me she said.
“I’m sure we are going to have a lovely weekend”.
As Mary handed Mistress Bea my lead she said to me.
“Now be a good boy for the nice ladies, David”, and left.

The two ladies were overweight I thought, they must be dress size 22 or 24; they were about 5 foot 8 inches tall, with huge arms and legs, with massive hands. They were both dressed in a white blouse, with buttons straining to contain their huge breasts and a short black leather skirt with ankle boots on their feet. Mistress Tea said, “You won’t need these, white boy”, as she took off apron, knickers and ball gag and put them in a cupboard with my coat and sandals.

Mistress Bea pulled me up the stairs, by my lead, into a large room which had the biggest bed I have ever seen, up against the far wall, it was much wider than it was long. On the grilled headboard, handcuffs and other white ropes were hanging. Apart from the door, we entered through, which was now closed, there were doors on either side for the room, both open, one leading to a bathroom and the other to a kitchen. There was a settee at the bottom of the bed, with its back level with the top of the bed. Hooks and pulleys hung from the ceiling and some in the walls.

They both stood and looked at me; Mistress Bea said.
“Let’s see what we have got to work with”.
Bea was one side me and Tea the other, they both slapped my face with their massive hands, it stung like mad. Bea shoved her fingers into my mouth and grabbed my tongue with her thumb and index figure and pulled it out as far as it could go.
“I’ve heard good things about what you can do with this”, as she tugged it, “we’ll find out later.”
As she let it go. They worked their hands down over my neck and shoulders and tweaked my nipples hard and then bite them.

They worked their way down slapping and pinching, as Tea cupped and squeezed my balls while Bea flicked at my cock cage saying, “We won’t get any pleasure from this little thing; I think we will leave it caged.”
Lifting my arms away from my back, their hands went to my buttocks which they slapped and Tea pushed her finger up my anus.
“This is rather tight; we need to work on this, white boy”.

With that, Bea kneed me in the bollocks, I crumple to the floor. They sat on the settee, pulling my lead said. “Come over here, white boy, and clean our boots with that tongue of yours”.
I crawled over and I got to my task, occasionally being whacking on my back and arse with a riding crop. As I finished each boot, I had to take it off, massage and kiss their big, stinky feet.

It took quite a while to complete my task and I was thirsty, Tea brought a bowl of water which I had to lap up, while on my knees, like an animal. I tried to stand but Bea demanded.
“Stay on your knees, boy, now Master Robert tells us you have been objectionable and not respectful enough to him and the Mistress. So if you’re not going to do as we say, you must be punished, we will start with that, so you know what you will get if you don’t please us”.

A rope was secured to the middle ring of my cuffs and put through a pulley in the ceiling, and tied to a hook on the wall. As the rope was pulled tight, my arms were lifted causing me to bend at the waist, exposing my backside and my head went down. Bea kicked my feet wider apart and forced a butt plug in my anus. Tea lifted her skirt and clamped my head between her massive thighs; I could feel her wet knickers on the back of my neck.
Bea stood behind me and said, “I am going to whack each of your arse checks in turn, like this”.
She brought her big hand down on my right cheek with such force it stung.
“You will thank me for each hit and count; ready boy?”

The next hit was on my left cheek, “Thank you, Mistress Bea, 1.”
Each time she hit I jerked and my neck crashing into Tea’s wet crotch, from the whimpering noises she was making, I thought she was nearing an orgasm.

Bea stopped at 10 and pushed the butt plug further into my arse and then kneed my balls. I knees crumpled but she grabbed my hips, digging her fingernails into my skin and dragged my legs up straight. My arse cheeks were stinging but she carried on whacking me, at 20 the same procedure, but plug pushed in further, kneed in the balls. My neck was soaking wet with Tea’s feminine juices when my legs were pulled straight again, she cried.
“My turn,” and released my head.

She grabbed a long leather strap and I was now clamped between Bea’s thighs. I was told the same procedure was to apply but the first strike was across my thighs.
“Thank you, Mistress Tea, 1”.
She alternated the strikes buttocks, back and thighs. At 20 she stood back and said.
“That’s a nice colour you’ve got on your arse now.”

I was cringing with the pain and stinging skin.
Bea said, “We had better be kind and rub some cream over that.”
They applied a liberal amount of cream but were quite rough with their hands rubbing it in; it did little to alleviate the pain, they continually shoved the plug further into my arse hole.

The rope was loosened and my cuffs released and I just collapsed on the floor. They left me there as they went to the kitchen and made themselves a drink; I had to make do with the bowl of water on the floor.

I was dragged to my feet, Tea sat on the settee with a riding crop in her hand while Bea stood in front of me.
“Now, white boy, you will take my clothes off, you will do it respectfully, carefully and tenderly. Caressing and kissing my skin as you uncover it. Mistress Tea is watching and will whack you if she thinks you are not doing it carefully enough. So get started”.

I slowly walked around her as I removed her blouse, caressing and kissing her shoulders, neck and top of her chest, first whack on my legs.
I removed her bra and gently caressed her enormous breasts; I held them in my hands as I kissed down her cleavage. Her tits were resting on my shoulders each side of my ears, when Tea got up and slapped them, making my ears ring. Bea then started a shoulder shimmy each boob bashing my ears and the sides of my face.

I kissed her stiff nipples and gradually worked my way around her body, getting a few more whacks as I went. I removed her skirt kissing and caressing her thighs; finally, her wet knickers came off and went to work on her cavernous vagina. My head seemed to get lost in the folds of her skin as she grabbed my head and pushed me further in. I thought I was going to suffocate as she moved her fanny all over my face.

She final pulled me up by my ears as I gasped for air, then slapped my face and said.
“That was quite a good job, white boy; your tongue does work well. Now show Mistress Tea the same respect and loving”.

When I had finished with her, Mistress Tea lay on the bed pulling me there by my lead saying.
“I want some more of your tongue, white boy”.
With her lying down I had room to breathe as my tongue worked in her large vaginal hole.

Bea removed the butt plug and slipped a strap on dildo into my arse; it hurt as first but as she pumped it felt easier. When Tea orgasmed they changed places but the dildo was fatter this time, as it was each time they orgasmed and changed places.

They had both cum twice when Bea said, “Nearly bedtime, white boy, but first you will take us in the shower and clean us good”.

After taking off my collar we all squeezed into the shower cubical, I soaped and rubbed my hands all over their bodies as they did to me but added a few slaps and pinches, take great delight sticking their finger in my arse. I dried them off again having to caress and kiss their bodies.

“You’re in bed with us tonight, white boy.”
We climbed into the big bed, they sneezed up to me, one each side and started biting, licking, slapping and smothering me with all parts of their bodies. Eventually, to my relief, they gave up on me and started playing with each other but I was still wedged between them. Being exhausted I quickly dozed off.

I woke with a start, as a giant hand squeezed my balls, with Bea saying.
“Come on, white boy, pay tribute to my body and I want your tongue in my fanny to wake me up”.
I started caressing and kissing her tits which were flopped to each side of her body.
I worked down and lost my face in the folds of her skin at the top of her thighs and lower stomach.

She got off the bed when I had finished and I began to follow, but a big hand grabbed my arm, then Tea said. “You got to pay me the same respect, white boy”.
So I stroked and kissed my way down her big body before we got breakfast.

We all sat in the kitchen, totally naked, apart from me wearing my cock cage as if that was the natural way to eat breakfast.

A padded table was set up in the bedroom, I was laid face down on it, with a big slap on my arse, Tea said.
“I am now going to demonstrate, on you, how to massage your Master and Mistresses bodies”.

She started with my neck and worked down my back; I was relaxing and enjoying the experience, thinking this is probably the most pleasure I’m going to get this weekend when a big hand clapped across my arse again.
“Are you concentrating, boy? Cause you got to do this to me and Mistress Bea next.”

She carried on down my back but skirted over my buttocks to work on my legs before coming back.
“You need to pay particular attention to this area and around the front area when we get there”.
As she worked my arse checks and fingered my ring, I was turned over and she started work on my chest. She squeezed and pinched my nipples.
“You pay particular kind and tender treatment to these, particularly on a lady”.

When she finished she slapped my face, as I got off the table she got on, her body mass slid over the sided of the table.
“Now give me a massage, Mistress Bea will be watching and every time I complain that you are not doing it right she will punish you with the riding crop, get going, boy”.

No sooner had I rubbed her neck with my oily hands, she screamed, “Ohhhh…… that’s too hard, be gentler.”
Thwack as the crop crashed across my legs. I managed to get down her legs with only two more hits. There were more thwacks as my hand moved over her wobbly arse checks. Turning her over and I was pleased there were no more hits as I worked over her breasts and nipples. When I got back to her virginal area the crop rained down on my legs. Mistress Bea stepped in to show me how to use my thumb and fingers to massage the vaginal lips and clitoris.
As she got off the table Tea said, “Not bad for the first try, you should do better with Mistress Bea.”

Apparently, I must have done a much better job on Bea, only getting two whacks from the crop before I had finished my task.

For the next stage of my training, I was fitted with a ball gag with a big dildo on it which felt very awkward on my face. With Bea lying on the bed with her leg wide apart and Tea holding my head, she helped me guide the dildo into the waiting vaginal hole. Tea pushing and pulling my head, I got into a rhythm. She let go of my head as I continue fucking, Bea was getting ex

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