5 comments/ 59174 views/ 17 favorites Eric's Parting Gift By: Scorpio44 When the phone rang that morning I had one of those rare psychic feelings telling me that the call was important. It was. "Nick? This is Eric. I need your help. Can you come over today?" I could and did. When I got to their house Eric was sitting on the front porch with their dog, Flash, the slowest dog I'd ever seen. Sarah wasn't home. I sat in the chair near Eric's and scratched Flash. "So, what's up?" I asked. "I want to give you a gift. I'll explain everything to you but I want you to have this gift." "It's not my birthday. Why do you want to give me a gift?" "Before I can tell you anything, I need your solemn promise. What I'm going to tell you cannot ever go farther than between us. You have to swear you won't ever tell Sarah or anyone else. Swear?" "OK. I swear." "Nick, I'm dying. I've had health problems all my life and now I have one that is killing me. I have given it lots of thought and here is what I've decided. I am divorcing Sarah and moving down to Mexico. I will get the pain killers that I'm going to want down there. I don't want Sarah involved. I know she loves me and she would stand by me and watch as the cancer kills me. I know doing that would just about kill her as well. I won't do that to us." "Are you sure about this? Sarah will stand by you. She loves you. I love you. You two are family to me. I love you both. You don't want to do this alone. Hell, stay here Sarah and I will hang with you. Isn't that what friends and wives are for?" "Maybe. When my Dad was dying he told me that the hardest part was watching the brave face on my Mom. Every time she looked at him he knew it was killing her too. I don't want that. So, here's the plan. I've arranged for a lawyer to handle the divorce. Sarah gets you. Everything I own except my car has already been transferred into your name. The house is yours. Sarah can't contest the divorce because I will be gone and you are the only one who will know where I went. You won't know exactly where, just that I went to Mexico." He handed me an envelope that had been sitting on the porch by his chair. "Read it when you get home. Sarah will either call you late tonight or early tomorrow morning. By then I will be gone." He meant it. He was leaving. I knew Eric well enough to know that he had thought it through and that nothing I might say would change the outcome. I hugged and thanked him and left. I drove home but I don't remember doing it. When I got home I sat on the couch and opened the envelope. There was a letter and a cashier's check for $125,000. I read the letter. Nick, I know you're still in shock about me leaving. Hang in there. Your life is about to change. You've known Sarah and me for six years. You've danced with her, slept in our home, been on vacations with us and unless I'm wrong you've even seen us having sex at least once. There are things about our relationship that you haven't known. Now, you need to know these things. Sarah is more than my wife. She is my slave. She turned her life over to me completely eight years ago. Every item of her clothing was only bought with my approval. Every activity in her life is there because I said Yes to it. She goes to the gym three times a week because that is what I think is best. On my side this is and has been a huge responsibility. I am responsible for her happiness, her physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual well being. And, that just ended. Sarah is coming to you. When she gets home she will find a letter from me. In it I tell her that I have left, and that her new Master and husband is you. I instruct her to tell you everything about our relationship and to accept any and all changes that you may decide upon. You know that I have had a key to your home for five years. I felt honored that you trusted me with a key to your home. Sarah will find that key in the envelope with my letter. This is the gift I said I was giving you. The $125,000 is to help you with whatever immediate expenses you may have because of this change in your life. In the closet of the spare bedroom of your other home (that was mine) you will find all the papers that give you the house, Sarah's car, the stocks, bonds, bank accounts and my cabin near Big Bear Lake. I expect that you will either sell or rent out your other house. In either case please have Sarah show you where all our toys were kept. It would be a good idea to remove them from the house. Eric I read the letter three times before I realized that it was getting dark. I put the letter in my wall safe and started straightening up. Every so often I glanced at the clock. I had no idea when Sarah would show up or call. I did the dishes, vacuumed and even changed the sheets on the bed. When the clock said it was a few minutes after seven the phone rang. "Hi, this is Nick." "Master, this is Sarah." I heard it in her voice. She had read the letter, had internalized the shift in ownership and really would do whatever I asked. I had to think. What did I want her to do? "Sarah, I want you to pack some clothes. Enough for a couple of days, and whatever toiletries you will need as well. Then come here. Have you eaten dinner?" "No, Master." "Are you hungry?" "Yes, Master." "Then you should eat before you come here. Can you do that?" "Yes, Master." "Did Eric take Flash?" "Yes, Master." "Lock up the house and come here." "Yes Master." We hung up. An hour later there was a knock on the door. I opened it and Sarah stood just outside with a suitcase and a garment bag. When I first met Sarah some eight or so years before I was captivated by her petite form. She always kept her hair quite short and always seemed to be showing just a hint of lace covering her breasts. Now she was standing at my doorway already dealing mentally with the fact that as of now I was her husband. She was wearing a short skirt and green silk blouse. The lace of her bra was barely visible. I took the bags from her and took them into my bedroom. I put them on the bed and faced Sarah. Her face showed signs of crying. "Sarah, this is as much a surprise to me as it is to you. I know we are both feeling a loss right now. Eric is gone. It is important right now to focus on what we can count on. You can count on that I care for you and will protect and love you as best I can." "Thank you, Master." "Sarah, there is something I want to change. I don't want to be called Master unless I tell you to use that term. I want you to call me either Nick or Honey. What I will hear when you use either word is Master. Understand?" "Yes, Nick." A smile was barely present as she spoke. We got her things put away and went into the living room. We sat on the couch and talked about what being master and slave had meant when it was Sarah and Eric. Eventually the subject of sex arrived. "Sarah, did you fuck Eric because he told you to?" "Yes, and No, Nick." "Can you explain?" "If Eric had said, 'Spread your legs I'm going to fuck you,' I would have. I spent nine years loving Eric and would have gratefully fucked him three times a day for every day of those years. I dressed to please him and behaved just as he wanted me to behave. All because I loved him. Now, I love you." "If I ask you to fuck me..." "I will do it, Nick. My life is yours. I trust you with my very breath." "Do you know that I have loved you for all the time I have known you?" "I know that Eric said as much. Now that you say it too I know it is the truth." "Then please stand up." I led her back into the bedroom. I dimmed the lights and turned back the covers on the bed. Then I told her to please get undressed. I was surprised at how quickly she got undressed. The dress she was wearing buttoned from the collar to the hem. She undid five buttons from the top and shrugged out of the dress and stepped out of her shoes at the same time. That left her wearing a watch, a bra, a ring and a necklace. In seconds the bra came off and Sarah looked up at me. I had seen her small pointed breasts the summer before when the tie on her bikini top had come untied and had shown her breasts to whoever might have been looking. I had never seen her nude before. My breath caught. She was more beautiful nude than she was dressed and I loved how she looked dressed. She stood still looking at me. "May I undress you, Nick?" I stood and nodded. She started with my shirt and then knelt to untie and remove my shoes. Her touch was feather light and careful. Once my shoes and socks were off she undid my belt and unzipped me. Sarah's hands opened my pants waist and as she drew my pants off she took my underwear as well. My mostly erect penis bobbed up as the shorts waistband released it. I stepped out of my pants. Sarah folded my pants and draped them over a chair. She gathered my shorts, socks and shirt and quickly put them in the hamper in the bathroom. In seconds she was standing facing me a foot from my body. She was looking me in the chest. "When you slept with Eric where did you sleep, on his right or his left?" "Usually on his left." "Did you cuddle?" "Sometimes. Eric cuddled when he wanted to. I loved it." "OK. Get in the bed." She got in and I followed her in. After I pulled the covers up I noticed that Sarah was stiff. "Sarah, relax. You won't do anything wrong. I want you to get used to being with me and loving me. We have known each other for years but not in this context. I know that there will be some adjustment to being with me instead of Eric. I know you miss him. Tonight I want to hold you, comfort you and share my warmth and love with you. Just snuggle against me and allow me to hold you as you go to sleep." I felt her slim body turn and spoon back against me. Her back was warm and fit well against me. I noticed my penis fit in the crack of her ass and seemed to snuggle against the bottom of her pussy. I thought about how she fit against me. I'm a little over six feet tall and Sarah is no more than five, seven and the fit was delightful! I put my arm over her and she held my hand against her breast. In just a couple minutes her breathing told me that she had fallen asleep. I could feel her breast barely filling my hand and the nipple touching the center of my palm. I smiled and thought about how different today had turned out compared with my normal Thursday. Then I was asleep. I woke up to the sound of someone making water in the bathroom. In a couple seconds my mind reviewed yesterday and told me that the sound must be coming from Sarah. When that sound stopped I heard her come back to bed and snuggle back into the position she had been in when we went to sleep. When she was settled in I kissed her ear and softly whispered, "Good morning." "Did I wake you, Nick?" "No Sweetheart. I'm ready to be awake and ready to start our life together. Are you?" "Yes, Honey. How shall we begin?"" As I see it, we have two choices. We can get up, dressed and go out for breakfast or we can stay here in bed for a while and I can explore your body." "Yes Honey, those are two of the many choices possible." "You have thought of other choices?" "Yes. We could stay in bed while I suck all the cum out of you, you could flog me, you could fuck me, you could have my ass, we could move to the living room or the patio and fuck or suck there. There are many choices." "You have some interesting ideas. I have thought of how I would like to start. I want you to straddle my face and I will lick and taste your pussy." Sarah smiled and moved to do just what I wanted. I repositioned myself so my head was about a foot and a half from the headboard. Sarah straddled my head and lowered her pussy to my waiting face. She held on to the headboard for balance. When I slowly stuck out my tongue and touched her slit with it I found she was wet. Sarah's wetness tasted like nectar from some exotic fruit; thick, pungent, exciting and possibly addicting. I stroked my tongue along the outer edges of her lips, savoring the smell, the taste and the anticipation. Sarah moaned and settled down just a bit closer, allowing my tongue to part her lips and free more of the flow of her nectar. I sucked in her nectar and used my tongue to get more. I held her ass with both my hands, holding her just where I wanted her. My tongue probed inside and found the opening to her vagina. I could feel her breathing changing, her body quivering slightly and the lips of her pussy swelling with arousal. Every taste, every smell, every feeling excited me. This was Sarah on top of me giving her self to me. My hands tilted her pelvis just enough that I could now reach her clit with the tip of my tongue. I licked every surface gently. All around the entrance to her now spread vaginal opening, along her lips, probing her urethra, and then sucking on her clitoris. I was watching Sarah and feeling her respond to my tongue. Her breath was ragged, her eyes closed, her hands gripped the headboard tightly. "Aaaaaahhhhh, Oh Nick, that's wonderful. Aaaaaaahhhhhh. Yes! Right there. Please Honey, may I cum?" "No," I said muffled by having my mouth in her pussy. "Ooooohhhh, I'm so close. Please Master, Please Nick let me cum for you." "Now!" I was flooded! Sarah pushed her pussy against my face and shuddered. Her legs clamped against my head and she cried out. I felt the contractions of her pussy and drank in the flood of her juices. I didn't stop eating her. I did avoid her clit for a while. When I knew she was slowly starting back to normal I lifted her from my face and sat her on my hard cock. I slipped right in. When I hit bottom, or actually when she came to rest against my pubic bone and all my cock was inside her, Sarah began to grind herself against me. She clenched her pussy muscles and ground her clit against me. Oh God she felt so good! "Oh Sarah I'm going to cum!" I said as I felt the volcano in my groin building up to explode. Sarah stopped grinding and started bouncing! She came up two inches or so and then slammed back down! As rapidly as she could she bounced. I could not hold back any longer. "Now! GGGGrrrruuuggghhhh!" My juices exploded into Sarah. She kept bouncing and let her own orgasm happen. Then we both lay side by side holding to each other and softly kissing. Sometime later Sarah said, "Honey, do we have a washer and drier?" "Sex is over so it's now time to get practical?" "I don't know that sex is over. I do know that we've been lying here and about a quart of combined juices have leaked out of me and I am now here swimming in a pool of wetness." "Here's my idea. We start a load of sheets, shower, dress, go out for breakfast and then over to our other house to start bringing stuff here. Then later this evening we can have a nice dinner and we can put fresh sheets on the bed and play a bit more." Sarah bounded from the bed and started pulling the sheets loose. I got out of the bed and helped. I loved watching her move. I loved that she was not at all uncomfortable with the level of intimacy that we had stepped into so quickly. Within half an hour we were out the door. We stopped at a place called "A Votre Sante" and had pumpkin pancakes for breakfast. We got to the other house at about eleven. It didn't feel like anyone lived there. The energy of the place was cold. I noticed but didn't say anything. We loaded the personal things that Sarah had collected over her life and the photo albums into the back of my Honda CR-V. Then we sorted thru her clothes putting things we were keeping in one pile and things that were not being kept in another pile. Any items I wasn't sure if she should keep she tried on and I decided. I enjoyed this process. She held up a dress and said, "Do you like this one, Nick?" "I don't know." Off came her clothes and on went the dress. "Yes, I like it." Off came the dress and onto the "Keep" pile. Sarah stayed nude. "Do you like this one, Nick?" I must have watched her dress and undress thirty times. When we were getting fairly close to the end of her closet the phone rang. "Should I answer, Nick?" "Yes, of course." "Hello. No, Eric isn't here. Listen. You are about my size aren't you? Well, I have a big pile of clothes I'm getting rid of. I'd rather give them to friends than toss them. Would you like to come pick what you want? OK. Come now. Bye." Sarah looked at me and then said, "Oh, I am sorry Nick. I didn't ask you if that was OK. If you want I'll call Cheryl back and tell her not to come. I'm sorry, Nick." "I'll let it go this time. No. That would be a mistake. If I let it go you will do it again. Please come here." I smacked her ass hard as she stood before me. She didn't cry or move. She said, "One." "Sarah, why did you say 'one'?" "Nick, Eric always wanted me to count when he flogged, spanked, or otherwise hit me." "Good. Continue." Sarah counted until we got to ten. Her ass was pinking nicely when I stopped. I bent to her hot ass and kissed it. "Sarah, you are expected to learn from the consequences of your actions. When the consequence is over I expect the incident to be over and not repeated. Is this incident over?" "I have learned my lesson, Nick. I would like more, please." I remembered that some subs get really turned on from flogging and spanking. I slipped my finger into her pussy and found that she was very wet. I withdrew my finger and offered it to her. She sucked it clean without hesitation. "I am only willing to slap your ass five more times. If you can cum you may." I slapped her ass hard. My hand stung and her ass heated up some more. In my head I counted to twenty then slapped her ass again. Sarah moaned, said "two" and bent forward just a bit sticking her ass out. When she said "Five" it was almost a scream and she came. She stood there with her nectar running down her legs and her very red ass shaking and quivering. I loved watching her. I watched her calm down and told her to get something to clean up the puddle on the floor and her legs. I told her to clean those areas but that she was not to clean her pussy. When she was done I asked, "Do I know Cheryl?" "I don't think so. She was... is... a friend of Eric's. She is a singer." "Have you other people you could give clothes to? You could call them and perhaps all this pile could go today." "Great idea, Nick" I had her come to me, kiss me and sit on my lap while she made five phone calls. Those done, we went back to sorting and trying on clothes. Less than half an hour later there was a knock on the door. I went to the door. It was Cheryl. I introduced myself and ushered Cheryl into the room of clothes. I had expected Sarah to dress while I answered the door, but she didn't. When Cheryl entered the room she squealed and said, "Girl, you look great! Are you giving away everything?" I said, "Yes, Sarah looks great but No, she's not giving away everything. The clothes in that pile are being given away. You may have your choice." "OK!" She started picking up items and began creating her own piles. Sarah found another dress she wanted my opinion on and she pulled it over her head and on. "Nick, what about this one?" It was a thin summer dress that had a flower print. It hit her mid thigh and I could see her nipples thru the print. I liked it. "Keep that one. I like it." Sarah smiled and took it off. It went in the keep pile. "Would this look good on me?" Cheryl asked. She was looking at me when she asked. "I would need to see it on you to answer that question." Cheryl began taking off her jeans and tank top. It had been obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra when she arrived. It had also been obvious that she had about a cup size more breast than Sarah. When she pulled the tank top off it became obvious that her nipples were pierced and had tiny gold hoops in them. She pulled the jeans down and I noticed that she had not been wearing panties. The tiny patch of hair just above her shaved pussy lips was dark brown. She had no tan lines. She pulled on a tan safari looking dress and unbuttoned the top enough that her breasts showed to advantage. Eric's Parting Gift Ch. 02 This is a continuation of Eric's Parting Gift. It may make sense without reading that story, but I recommend reading the first story first. The characters in this story are fictional. Some of the events and places are as real as my memory can have them be. * I looked at the clock and realized we needed to be out of the house in ten minutes in order to be at the other house by ten. We were supposed to meet Cheryl at ten. I had Sarah call Cheryl and change the time to 10:15. We dressed and were on the road in short order. I wore cargo pants and a pull over shirt. Sarah wore a thin button front green dress that buttoned all the way down the front and a pair of shoes. She brought some paper towels as she was still leaking cum and other wetness. Sarah explained while I drove that when she and Eric were at home she was always nude and sat on a small towel so the secretions of her body would not soil the furniture. She also explained that she did not own any panties because Eric didn't want her to wear them. I told her that I didn't want her to buy any or wear any panties either. She smiled. I explained that there were two reasons. First, panties trap her natural moisture inside and create a breeding ground for many of the infections and yeast growths that cause women so many problems, and second, because it was a reminder to her that she was mine. When we were a few blocks from the house I asked Sarah about Cheryl. "Are you two close?" "If I had a sister I would want her to be Cheryl." "She knows about you being Eric's slave. What does she really feel about it?" "She offered herself to Eric about a year ago. He turned her down. He told her she needed to get a job she was proud of and she needed to get clean and sober before the subject could come up again." "And?" "She has been clean and sober almost a year. She has a good job with the phone company, is making pretty good money and smiles a lot." "She behaved in a submissive manner yesterday." "I noticed." "Is she involved with anyone?" "No. She was waiting for Eric to accept her." "Hmmm." I pulled into the driveway. Cheryl's car was parked in front and when we drove up she got out of her car. She drove a white Miata. Today she was wearing one of the short dresses she had picked yesterday. It looked good on her. She walked so as to meet us at the porch. When she did she bent her head down slightly and asked, "May I kiss you both Hello?" "That would be wonderful," I said. Cheryl kissed me first and it was a full on kiss. I broke it after a couple seconds. She then kissed Sarah on the cheek while I unlocked the door. Both women headed for the bedroom where Cheryl's pile was stacked on the bed. I followed them in. "Ladies, before we start loading all this I'd like us to talk. Please sit." They both sat on the bed facing me. "Cheryl, I want you to tell me the truth as best you can. Will you do that?" "Yes, Nick." "Sarah told me that some time ago you offered yourself to Eric in much the same way that Sarah offered herself to him. Is that so?" "Yes, Nick." "Eric is gone. You will never belong to him. Are you clean and sober?" "I have been clean and sober for ten months." "Do you have a job?" "Yes! A good job that is a challenge to me and I am up for a promotion next month." "Are you sexually active?" "Only with myself and my toys." "How long has it been since you had a sexual partner other than yourself?" "Just over a year, Nick." "Are you healthy?" "I have been checked for HIV and STD's and everything else and I am healthy." "Did you notice how I watched you yesterday?" "Yes, Nick." "When you noticed were you wet?" "Yes, Nick." "If I ask you to do some things will you?" "Yes, Nick." "I want you to undress Sarah and me, Sarah first." Sarah stood and Cheryl used shaking hands to help her out of the dress and shoes. Cheryl turned and began unbuttoning my shirt. "Are you wet, Cheryl?" "My juice is running down my thighs, Nick." "Use your finger and give me a taste." She thrust her hand under the hem of her dress and came out with a very wet finger that she offered to my mouth. I sucked it in and savored the taste. "Thank you. Finish undressing me, please." Cheryl undressed me. Sarah stood by the side of the bed nude and watching as I was undressed. "Sarah have you ever kissed another woman?" "Yes, Honey." Her answer told me that I didn't need any more questions. "Cheryl, kiss Sarah. She is the lover you have waited all your life for and now is the most important kiss of your lives." There was no hesitation. The two women embraced and their mouths met and joined for a long while. Their hands explored each other and the energy of sex filled the room. I watched them and when their lips did come apart I said, "Stop. Only one kiss." They stopped. I told Cheryl to go into the bathroom and run the shower. She was to wait there until one of us came for her. As soon as she was gone I took Sarah in my arms and kissed her. When I ended the kiss I asked, "When you watch me fuck Cheryl will you believe that I don't love you?" "No. I know you can love us both." "How do you know that?" "Eric told me." I brought Cheryl back into the bedroom and sat her on the bed. "Cheryl, if you still want to offer yourself as a slave you may offer yourself now. I am sure you know what that means for your future and that you have thought about it for a long time. The only difference is that now it is me, not Eric." "Master, I am yours. You may do whatever you wish with me. I live for your pleasure. I trust you with my very life." "I accept. There are rules that you must live by. Since you have already offered yourself and have been accepted these rules are not up for discussion. You will never wear panties. Your pubic area will always be cleanly shaven. Pants will only be worn when I request that you wear pants. When you are at work you will call me at least once during the day. You are responsible for keeping your piercings clean and uninfected. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "The term Master is not to be used except when I tell you to use it. I am Nick or Honey at all times." "Yes, Honey." "Sarah, I would like it if you would get dressed and begin loading these clothes in our car. Since Cheryl belongs to me now the clothes belong at our house. Cheryl will assist you in a couple of minutes." When she took the first armload out I said to Cheryl, "Suck me." She dropped to her knees in front of me and took my penis in her mouth. By the time Sarah came back for the second load of clothes Cheryl had me hard and was working towards my orgasm. Sarah gathered the next load in her arms and started out the door. "Hurry back Sarah. I have something for you." She was very quick. When she came back into the room Cheryl was making lots of noise and bobbing her head up and down on my cock. "Sarah, get down close to my cock." She did. "Cheryl, you cannot have my cum yet. Someday, but not yet. Right now it is a gift I am only giving to Sarah. When I tell you NOW you will take my cock out of your mouth and put it into Sarah's mouth. Now suck me, I want to cum!" She sucked and Sarah looked at me as a tear slid down her face. I felt the surge of my spunk as it started its journey out of me. "NOW!" Cheryl pulled her head back and used her hand to guide my cock into Sarah's mouth. Four or five large pulses of spunk filled Sarah's mouth and she swallowed every bit of it. Her lips and tongue made sure they got it all before she released me. When she released me she looked first at me and then at Cheryl. "Cheryl, you did that well. As a reward you can kiss Sarah and taste the remnants of my cum." Cheryl and Sarah kissed and I watched as Sarah allowed Cheryl to probe and seek all the remnants of my seed. Neither woman used her hands on the other. I had not told them to touch, only kiss. After the kiss they both thanked me and finished loading my Honda. I gave Cheryl instructions and sent her off to her apartment to pack her personal items and then to meet us at my house. Sarah brought a towel out of her old house, folded it and put it on the car seat. "I think this is a good idea, so I don't leak all over your car, Honey. May I do this every time I ride with you?" "I think it would be good for you to always have a towel to sit on. Please call Cheryl and tell her to put a towel in her car as well. Tell her she is not to touch her pussy until I tell her to. It is now one thirty. Tell her we won't be home until three. She should be parked in the driveway waiting for us when we arrive." Sarah called Cheryl gave her the instructions and hung up. "She said to tell you "Yes, Honey."" I drove into Santa Monica and parked behind a small strip mall. As I got out of the car I motioned Sarah to come with me. She followed me into a mattress store. The salesman was attentive and seemed to know what he was talking about. There were about twenty mattresses on display. We looked at the various types and I asked the salesman to lay on a king sized mattress. I positioned myself in the middle and Sarah on the far side from the salesman. There was enough room for us. Fifteen minutes later we were back in the car and on our way. Our next stop was a linen store where we bought sheet sets, a stack of small towels, pillows for the new bed, and a comforter. Then we headed home. It was easy to tell that Sarah was excited about a new bed, new linens and the prospects for the future. As we turned the corner I could just see the tail lights of Cheryl's Miata in our driveway. I had gone from having one car and a two car garage to having three cars and a two car garage. Another problem to solve. As we unloaded the Miata and the Honda we told Cheryl about the bed, where she could put her stuff, and we talked about slavery. I had read enough over the past years to know that punishment was an expected part of the dom-sub relationship. I told both women that I did not want to punish them, but I would, if they disobeyed me. As an example I used my instruction to Cheryl to be parked in the driveway before three. If she had been late or had parked at the curb she would have unloaded everything by herself and I would have put a clothespin on her nipple to remind her to follow instructions. I asked them both if they understood. They did. The rest of the day was spent organizing the house. Living in a four bedroom house by myself had created sprawl. I had my stuff everywhere. We consolidated things. Each woman got a bedroom where she kept her stuff and her clothes. Each got a bathroom as well. Since we had a queen bed in the house I decided we would bring the newer of the beds from their homes for the other bedroom and the new king bed would go in the master bedroom. The telephone rang. Sarah was very close to it so I asked her to answer it. "Nick Robert's home," she said. She looked at me and said, "It is Frank Jones. He wants to know if he can borrow that movie." "Tell him to come and get it now. Tell him that we may be leaving in about an hour." She repeated what I had said and paused. "He wants to know who I am." "That answer is waiting until he gets here. Tell him that." She told him, said good-bye and hung up. In the twenty minutes it took Frank to drive to the house we had finished everything except vacuuming and Cheryl was doing that when Frank arrived. Frank had met Sarah the summer before at a pool party and he remembered her. I remembered that Frank was a contractor so I ask him if he'd like to bid on a job I was thinking about having done. He was interested so I took him into the master bath and said I wanted the shower enlarged. I wanted it five foot square. We discussed details of the job and then he gave me a price. I said "Go ahead." One more change to make things better for my new family. We went back into the family room. Cheryl was standing by the vacuum but not vacuuming. I said she should finish and Frank and I would sit out on the patio. I asked Sarah to bring iced tea. By the time we settled into chairs on the patio Sarah was there with two classes of iced tea, some sugar and two wedges of lemon. I thanked her with a kiss and she went back inside the house. "What is going on here?" Frank asked when the door closed. "They are moving in." "Both of them?" "Yes. Makes the place more friendly, don't you think?" "What about Sarah's husband? What's his name?" "Eric is gone. Out of the picture. Still a bit of a tender subject so please don't say anything about him in front of her. OK?" "OK. What about the other one?" "She wanted to move in too, so who am I to turn that down?" "So in one weekend you go from five years of living alone to sharing your house with two women? Have you been dating these women?" "No. Maybe I should date them. Take them out to dinner, a movie, maybe dancing." "Carol isn't going to believe this!" Carol was his wife. A few more minutes of chat and I got the movie he wanted to borrow and sent him off. For a moment I wondered what he was going to say to his wife, Carol. I found Sarah and Cheryl in the master bath taking the last of Sarah's things out. "I think it would be wise to leave some feminine hygiene products in here, don't you?" "Yes, Honey," Sarah answered. She put a box of tampons in a drawer and continued on her way to her bathroom. I looked at Cheryl and said, "You too." She smiled at me and said, "Right away, Honey." When they returned I was sitting on my bed. "Ladies, my friend Frank thinks that I should date you. I happen to agree with him. So, tonight we are going out. I want you both to get dressed so that you look sexy but not like a tramp or a hooker. I want you both to wear bras and heels with your outfits. I want you ready to go in fifteen minutes and standing in front of me in the family room. Do you understand?" Cheryl spoke, "Honey, No pants, nothing too tight or with too much boob showing?" "You do not have boobs! You may refer to those delightful protuberances as tits, breasts, titties or suckables. While I'm being clear about terms you also do not have a snatch, a cunt, a coochy or a twat. You have a pussy, a vagina, a vulva, or pudenda. Understood?" "Yes, Nick," they said in unison. I looked at my watch and they took off. Fourteen minutes later they were both in the family room standing in front of me. Both were wearing mid thigh dresses that molded to their bodies, not like skin but close. Sarah's was a basic green print and Cheryl's a basic blue. Both had hose and 2 ½ inch heels. "Come closer." I lifted the hem of Sarah's dress. Her hose came up to within two inches of her pussy. They had a band of elastic lace holding them up. "Very nice, Sarah." I lifted Cheryl's dress and found pantyhose. I dropped her dress. "Cheryl, why do you not wear panties?" "For health reasons and because you want access at all times." "Why did you cover your pussy? Are you telling me I cannot touch you? Are you telling me that I can't fuck you?" "No Nick! I..." "Stop. You were about to give me a reason why you disobeyed me! I don't want reasons. I want obedience. Are you mine?" "Yes, Nick." "Good. Take off the dress, everything." When she was standing in front of me nude I asked, "How many pair of pantyhose did you bring into our home?" "Three, Nick." "Get them, and any panties you brought as well." While she was gone I stood and kissed Sarah and told her I loved her. When Cheryl came back I took the three pair of pantyhose and noted there were no panties. I had her use her bathroom and pee. Cheryl returned to find me standing at the door to the back yard, holding it open for her. As she went out I motioned for Sarah to follow. We went to the table and chairs that reside on my patio. I sat one chair by itself and told Sarah to get a towel for Cheryl. She returned quickly and I folded the towel and had Cheryl sit in it in the chair. I had her sit so that her legs were spread and were outside the arms of the chair. I bound her legs in place so that she could not stand or even have her feet touch the ground. Cheryl's arms were tied to the arms of the chair just tight enough that she would not get loose even if she wanted to. She didn't make a sound as I bound her to the chair. "You are not going out with us tonight. Will you ever cover your pussy unless I tell you to do so?" "No, Honey. I will always keep my pussy available for you." I asked her if she wanted a drink of water before we left. She said no. I untied her and told her to sit in the chair just as if she were still bound in place. We locked up the house and left. All during our evening out I knew Sarah was thinking about Cheryl. I acted as though I was not. I never looked at my watch. I treated Sarah like we were lovers on a semi-traditional date. It was a lot like what I thought a date with a sub should be like. Sarah had two glasses of wine with dinner. Sarah sat on a napkin and not her dress. When we walked on the beach I had her remove the hose and walk bare footed. I asked her if she had ever had public sex before. She said that once or twice Eric had fucked her when others were in the house and he thought they watched. We were halfway between the pier in Santa Monica and a surf-side restaurant called Gladstone's. We were a hundred or more yards from the parking lot. I was holding her shoes and hose. It was about eleven o'clock and no one else was within sight on the beach. "Give me your dress, Sarah." Sarah's eyes widened and she looked around as she unzipped the dress. She stepped out of it and handed it to me. She looked at my face. "I am excited Sarah. I love seeing your skin in the moonlight. I love the possibility that someone else might see you. I love that you obey so well. Take my penis out and suck it Sarah. Suck me until I cum then you can get dressed again." Sarah opened my pants and carefully pulled my mostly hard erection out. She knelt in the sand and took all of my growing cock in her mouth. Her tongue touched and stimulated every nerve ending I had ever known was in my cock. I looked around, thinking of other things to delay her prize. When it was no longer possible to delay I said, "Stand and offer me your ass." Sarah stood, spread her legs and bent at the waist. I held my hard cock and found her wet pussy. In one stroke I was in, resting myself against her ass. Two hard strokes later I filled her. After I quit cumming I pulled out and said, "Would you please clean me?" Sarah didn't stand up, she just turned and took my wet cock in her mouth and cleaned my cock and balls. She stood and smiled at me and asked, "Is my Honey pleased?" "Yes." I handed her the dress and she put it on. I zipped it. We turned back and walked back toward my car. Less than a minute later we were met by another couple walking to where we had been. We smiled as we passed them. Twenty or so steps farther I asked Sarah, "Is my cum still flowing down your legs?" "Yes, Nick." "Do you like how it feels?" "Yes, Honey. Your cum is a gift. Your pleasure is a gift." As we walked Sarah reported that her legs were dry. We got in the Honda and drove home. At home we went to Cheryl. She had been crying. Sarah and I lifted her from the chair and massaged her stiff arms and legs. I had Sarah undress and after spreading a towel on the bed I had her lie down and spread her legs. "Sarah and I had a very nice night out. Will you remember to keep your pussy available to me at all times?" "Yes Nick." "Good. And, since you stayed in the chair, I think you deserve a reward. You may lick and suck our combined juices from Sarah's legs and pussy. You can begin with her left leg and then do the right before you touch her pussy. There is another reward if you can get Sarah to have an orgasm within a minute after you touch her pussy." Eric's Parting Gift Ch. 02 Cheryl stood beside the bed and leaned in to Sarah's left leg near the ankle. I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes. When I came back Cheryl was nearing Sarah's pussy, still on her left leg. She moved around the bed and started at Sarah's right ankle. I moved to Sarah's chest and sucked one nipple in while I pinched her other nipple. Sarah began to moan and move about on the bed. When Cheryl reached Sarah's knee I left Sarah's breasts and went around the bed to Cheryl's hips. I knelt behind her and put my hand on the inside of her left thigh, just above her knee. I gently massaged her leg, gradually moving upwards toward her pussy. While my hand was thus engaged I was kissing and licking Cheryl's ass. Sarah was still moaning. Cheryl was still making progress towards Sarah's pussy and I was causing something of a distraction to Cheryl. When Cheryl reached Sarah's pussy she leaned in and ran her tongue into the slit. Sarah moaned loudly and said, "Oh Yes!" I put a finger into Cheryl's pussy and pushed it all the way in. Cheryl bucked and came. I inserted two fingers and began fucking her with them. In and out and twisting. Cheryl's ass was moving around and she too was moaning. After five or ten thrusts I added another finger and Cheryl moaned loudly. I pushed all three fingers in slowly and Cheryl pushed back against my hand. Her juices were running all over my hand and down my arm. She smelled wonderfully musky and sounded like an animal in heat. Sarah came! Somehow Cheryl had been able to concentrate enough to get Sarah off. As Sarah writhed beneath her Cheryl continued to suck at her pussy. She had earned the extra reward! I stood and removed my fingers from Cheryl's pussy. I replaced them with my cock. I slowly inserted myself into her until I was all the way in. Cheryl pushed back against me getting me all the way inside her. I held her hips and fucked her hard! Cheryl continued to eat Sarah. Every time I slammed home she pressed hard against Sarah's pussy. When I was ready to cum I pulled out of Cheryl and quickly moved to Sarah's face, inserting my cock into her mouth. She sucked me in and immediately I filled her with my hot jism. She held my balls and drank everything I gave her. We waited a few moments or minutes and then the two women cleaned me and each other with tongues. We showered, proving that I was right to hire Frank to make the shower bigger. I sent Sarah into the kitchen to make something good for Cheryl's supper. Since it was about one in the morning I was sure she was hungry. Sarah and I ate a little with her and then we all went to bed. For about an hour the three of us slept in the queen bed together. After an hour it was clear that there was too much us for the bed. A queen bed can handle two quite well but three is too much. Rather than toss one of them out I had them gather some bedding and all the pillows and we went into the living room. We made a big bed on the floor and soon were sleeping comfortably. We slept until eleven. I sent Cheryl into the kitchen to get breakfast going and Sarah was sent to get the shower hot for me. I had her wash and rinse me as well as shampooing my hair. She surprised me by asking if I wanted her to shave me. She volunteered that for the past seven years Eric had not shaved himself except when he was out of town. I thought about it for half a second and told her to do a good job. Her touch was gentle and sure. I liked giving myself over to feeling what she was doing. Eric had given me the gift that keeps on giving. I had the thought that it would be good to wash her, play with her body, kiss and tease her to orgasm in the shower but I remembered something Eric had said and that Sarah had confirmed back on Thursday. Her life is not about me giving her pleasure. Her life is about giving herself to me, for my pleasure. "Sarah, get out of the shower." We did, leaving the water running." "Dry me." I intended my tone to have the command sound like a request or a reminder. Sarah heard a rebuke for not knowing what to do to please me. "Oh Nick, I am sorry. I should have known that you would want to be dried. I will not forget again." She picked a bath sheet from the towel rack and I stopped her by grabbing her hands. "Failure to please me can be painful. Reminders can be swift and certain. Turn around." "Yes, Honey." She turned and presented her wet ass to me. I slapped it hard three times. Sarah gasped and then said, "One, Two, Three. Thank you Honey." She turned again and dried me completely. I took the towel and tossed it on a nearby chair. "Finish your shower. Remember to shave your pussy. I do not want to feel stubble." "Yes, Honey." She went back into the shower. I pulled on a robe and walked to the kitchen. Cheryl had made Belgian waffles with a side of turkey sausage. I had her sit and eat with me until Sarah arrived in the kitchen and then I sent Cheryl to shower and shave. Sarah waited until I told her to eat, then she did, with enthusiasm. As we ate we talked. "Nick. I did as you asked and shaved my pussy. I will shave anytime you want me to but I think I should tell you that I have had treatments with lasers and no hair grows below my neck. I will stay as smooth as I am now for the rest of my life. I hope that pleases you." "I am glad that you followed my directions and I'm glad Eric had you get lasered. Perhaps I will have Cheryl done as well. Do you remember where it was done?" "There is a laser center in Santa Monica, Nick. Eric took me there for the treatments." "He took you? Are they so painful that you couldn't drive yourself?" "Honey, he wanted to watch." We finished breakfast and Sarah cleaned the kitchen. I went into the master bedroom and got it as ready as I could before the time that the new bed was being delivered. When it was fifteen minutes before the scheduled arrival I told both women to dress. I put on shorts and a t-shirt. Cheryl asked if she could wear shorts. I said she could as long as they did not make my access to her pussy difficult. She tried on a pair and asked if I approved. She was wet when I reached in and I approved. The delivery was good and quick. I gave the men a couple of extra bucks and they moved the queen bed into what had been a storage room and was now Cheryl's. Then they put the new bed together and Cheryl and Sarah had the new sheets on immediately. The two men looked at the three of us with wondering looks, but they didn't ask any questions. As soon as the door closed behind them Sarah asked, "Honey, can we test it and see if we all fit?" There was a trail of shorts and t-shirts from the front door to the bedroom. My answer had been "Yes." Our short test confirmed that a king sized bed fit the three of us quite well. I worried a little that both slaves were making the assumption that we would all be sleeping in the big bed every night. I knew that I would love that but I also knew that sleeping with me had to be a reward, not a given. I gave my slaves things to do and a time frame in which to get those things done. Part of what I wanted them to do was get familiar with where things are in our home. I also wanted them to make some calls to friends letting them know of their new address, phone number and to see if they knew anyone who wanted to rent our other house and Cheryl's apartment. I went into my office and turned on my computer. I made a to-do list for Monday that included having another phone line installed, making an appointment for Cheryl to have laser hair removal treatments, canceling the pool service, canceling the house cleaning service for this house and hiring the same service to start cleaning the other house. I opened a new file and listed the projects I wanted done around the house. I noticed that with the front door open Sarah could have been seen from the street as she walked around naked. The idea of a privacy fence a quarter of the way between the door and the sidewalk would solve the problem. I had wanted an outdoor shower by the pool. Now we could afford it. As I made the list I realized that I hated living in a construction zone. We needed to get out of the house while the work was done. We could live in the other house for a couple weeks. No, that would not be good for Sarah. We could take a vacation! I looked on the web and found a place that I really knew I would enjoy. An adults-only resort in the Caribbean! Their office was open seven days a week so I picked up the phone and Sarah was on the phone. I asked her to let me know when I could use the phone and I hung up. No more than fifteen seconds passed before Sarah knocked on my door and announced that the phone was free for me. I dialed the resort and spoke to a woman named Margo. I asked how soon we could come. Margo said they had rooms available for any of the next eight weeks. I asked how much for a room for three? She wanted to know if we wanted one king bed or two queens? I asked if they had two bedroom suites? They did and with king sized beds in both bedrooms. She gave me a price and I reserved the suite for two weeks in the future. I left my office and found my slaves busy making themselves at home. I stood in the hallway and said, "I think we need a break, lunch on the patio and a conversation." The reaction was wonderful to watch and joyful. Both women stopped what they were doing, ran into the hallway and asked in unison what I wanted for lunch. I said that my request was that they dress and go together down to Subway and get our lunches. I wanted a sandwich and thought they would like salads. I knew that the supplies in the refrigerator needed to be plenished. Replenished would assume there had ever been enough in the refrigerator. While they dressed I started getting the patio ready. They came back to me and asked how to get to Subway's, then off they went. Fifteen minutes later we were sitting at the table and I started the conversation. "How soon can you get some vacation time from your work?" "Nick, I have earned a week and I can take it anytime before Thanksgiving if I give a weeks notice," Cheryl said. "I have almost a month saved up and I can have it anytime I give a weeks notice, Honey." OK. On Monday I want both of you to put in for vacation for two weeks from Monday. Cheryl ask if you can take two weeks, one paid and one unpaid." I knew they both wanted to know where we were going and why, but they knew slaves didn't ask. I wanted to tantalize them so I told them I wanted to see every bathing suit they owned. They giggled and ran. Sarah returned with three suits, all bikinis. Cheryl returned with one, a one piece black suit. "Cheryl, as of this moment you are never to wear a one-piece suit like that ever again. I want to see lots of your skin. If you ever wear a one-piece suit I want it to be a bikini that you only are wearing the bottoms. Understand?" Cheryl's eyes twinkled as she understood that I liked the way she looked and would want to show her off. "Yes, Honey. With your permission I will throw this suit away." I waved my hand and Cheryl took the suit to the trash. I told Sarah that like the dresses the other day I wanted to see the bikinis on. I handed her a red suit and she pulled it on. The top was a tube about four inches wide and the bottom a full butt, up to the waist panty. It became trash. Next, a teal suit that was two large triangles on top that completely covered Sarah's breasts. The bottom was cut low on the hips like a bikini panty that would be underwear. It became trash. The last suit was the same color as Sarah's skin. The top was two triangles that at the bottom were about an inch wide and four inches above the bottom came together. Sarah's nipples were barely covered, and the material was thin enough that her nipples showed almost as well as when she was nude. The bottom was another triangle about an inch and a half at the top and two inches to the bottom. If Sarah had pubic hair most of it would have been outside the triangle. The material was thin enough that her slit was easy to see. She was legal in some states but not all. I told her that I wanted her to dive into the pool and get back out so I could see what the suit did when it got wet. Sarah dove in, swam to the steps and climbed out. Since the back of the suit was strings she was nude from behind, when she turned she looked nude from the front as well! That suit stayed. I asked that the suit be hung on a hook under the eves of the house out near the pool. Our conversation lasted well past the time it took to eat lunch. We talked about their financial situations. Sarah had no idea about her financial condition other than to know that the coming Friday was payday and that her check would be just over $1500. Cheryl knew that her payday was also the next Friday and that her check would be just over a thousand dollars. She knew how much she owed on her credit cards and how much was in her checking account. She knew she had a mutual fund but not how much it was worth. Sarah had a credit card that she could use on an account that belonged to Eric. We cut that card up. I knew that Eric had closed that account. I had Cheryl get paper and pen for each of us and we wrote down our financial assignments for Monday. Cheryl would pay off and cancel her credit cards. She would transfer the balance of her checking account into my account. I gave both of them deposit slips for my account and instructed that their checks were to be deposited in that account on Friday. My list included getting two more credit cards on my account with each of them as signers. My list also included sending the resort payment for our stay and paying for our airfares. Our conversation turned to clothes. I asked them to describe the clothes they believed I would like on them. Sarah spoke first, "Honey, after seeing what you had us keep and what we tossed I think you like dresses that show a lot of skin, are thin enough that you can see our nipples, and are easy to get out of." Cheryl nodded and added, "Nick, I think you love sandals and heels, shorts if the leg opening is wide, lacy things and see through things." "What about colors?" I asked. Sarah looked at Cheryl and back to me. "I have no idea, Nick. What do you like?" "I don't like red. It is easy to have too much pink. A dress that is solid pink I won't like. Tops that are pastel colors I will probably like. If you wear a bra it needs to blend with whatever else you are wearing. I think it is a sign that a woman has no respect for herself or is advertising herself as a slut when she wears a white top and her red bra shows. You are sluts. However, you are my sluts so unless I say otherwise you will dress to please me. Any questions?" "There are hose that are like pantyhose except there is no panty. They have a waist band and suspenders and the hose all as one piece. Honey, can we wear those?" "Yes, and the print hose too. Colored hose are wonderful." Cheryl was sitting in her chair with her legs crossed at the knees. She had been sitting that way for a few minutes. Sarah was sitting with her legs apart and I could see her pussy. This would not do. "Cheryl, you have become lax. You have forgotten to think. I know you are very intelligent and yet you have let you brain go idle. I will get you to think about what you have done and hopefully this will not happen again." "Honey, what have I done?" "Sarah, look at Cheryl and tell me what's wrong." "Honey, Cheryl is hiding her pussy." Her answer was ready. She had noticed the infraction too. Cheryl moved her legs apart as quickly as she could. "Nick, I am sorry. You are right I was not thinking. I will not hide my pussy from you again. Please forgive me, Honey." Her eyes showed that she wanted me to let it go and she wanted the punishment too. "I can forgive you, but I must punish you as well, to get the message firmly implanted. Cheryl, go into the laundry room and get me a blue plastic clothespin. Just one. Go!" The look in her eyes shifted from excitement to fear. She knew that clothespins could be very painful. She was back, standing before me very quickly. The blue clothespin in her right hand held out to me. "All the way into the laundry room and back you have thought about where this clothespin will reside. Tell me where you think." "On my breast." Cheryl said quietly. "Were you hiding your beautiful breasts?" "No Nick. I was hiding my pussy." Her eyes were filling with tears in anticipation of how the clothespin would hurt. I took the clothespin and tested its strength by pinching it on my finger. It was weaker than I knew the yellow or the red clothespins were. I also knew that Cheryl didn't know that. "Spread your legs." She did and I opened the clothespin and with my other hand pinched the outer lips of her pussy enough that the clothespin would hold on when I released it. When I released it Cheryl jumped a little and whimpered softly. I looked up at her face and she said, "Thank you Honey for teaching me to be a good slave." "Sit back down Cheryl." Her movements were measured to limit the amount of stress she put on the pinched skin. When seated her legs were wide apart. I looked at my watch. 4:24pm. "It is almost 4:30. I want you to get dressed for going to the mall to go shopping. No bras. Whatever you wear must be easy in and easy out as I do not want to wait forever while you change. I will be ready to go in ten minutes. Cheryl, if you need to pee make sure the clothespin does not get wet. Go!" Sarah was gone in a flash, Cheryl moved a bit slower. I went to my wall safe and took out two thousand dollars. A thousand each should do it, I thought. When we went out and got into my car Cheryl was moving as if she was in slow motion. I knew the clothespin was painful. I was also watching the time. A pinch like that did not need long to be a good lesson. At 4:34 I said, "Cheryl, give me the clothespin." She grabbed it and squeezed. The blood rushed back into her lip and she yelped. Her hand came forward and handed me the clothespin as she said, "Thank you Honey." I took the clothespin and felt it. It was dry. I clipped it to the sun visor, knowing that every time it was seen she would remember the lesson. Just inside the mall there was a rack with maps of the mall. I took one and headed off. The first store we went into sold bathing suits. A saleswoman approached Sarah and asked if we needed help. Sarah looked at me. "Yes, we do need your help. I want to get a few suits for these ladies. I want them to be bikinis and as small as possible." She smiled and said, "I think I have just what you're looking for." She turned and led us to a section of the store with a circular rack full of suits. "I think these are the right size for you ladies." "Look them over. Show me what you think is worth trying on." Sarah went one way round the rack and Cheryl went the other. I asked the sales lady for a chair and got one. By then the rack had been searched and seven suits picked. I rejected two as being too much material and then shocked them both. The saleswoman was back at the cash register doing retail busy work. I said, "OK. Pick which suit you want to try on first and do so." Sarah picked a pale pink suit and Cheryl picked a yellow one. They turned to go to the changing rooms and I stopped them. "Going back and forth is a waste of time. Do it here." They looked around and seeing that there were no other customers in the store and the saleswoman wasn't even looking they pulled their light dresses over their heads and put the suits on. The pale pink looked terrible on Sarah. The suit was cute and did show off her body nicely, but the color made her look like she was ill. The bright yellow of Cheryl's suit looked great on her! I told her how great it looked on her and that I could see her lips and nipples. Eric's Parting Gift Ch. 02 She smiled, knowing she had pleased me. "Next." They took off those suits and each picked another. I took the yellow one. This time Sarah had a jungle print of leaves and flowers. The top was triangles that swallowed her breasts. I told her to set it aside, it was a possible. Cheryl had on a teal tiny bikini. The bottom was so small that if she moved around much it dipped low enough that the upper part of her slit showed. The top was small enough that if she put the bottom string under her breasts the tops of her nipples showed. I loved how she looked in this suit. I held out my hand and she gave the suit to me. When we were just about finished the saleswoman looked over at us and changed color. Sarah was standing nude watching Cheryl pull on the last suit. Cheryl was pulling on the bottom of the suit and both her breasts were exposed. The saleswoman rushed over. "Please, please use the dressing rooms." I ignored her plea. I picked up the jungle print suit and asked, "Can we buy just the bottom?" "Just the bottom?" "Yes. The top covers way too much of Sarah's beautiful breasts so I would like her to just wear the bottom. Since I don't want the top I see no reason to buy it." "That's not a problem. The price of the suit allows you to pick any top to go with it." "What is the price if I don't want a top?" "Sir, we sell suits with both a top and a bottom. This is Los Angeles and women cannot go topless here." "We are going on vacation somewhere outside of Los Angeles that will allow a woman to display as much of her beauty as she chooses. Now, I will ask again, can we buy just the bottom?" She thought for a moment, looked at the suits we were buying and said, "Sir, may I see the top of that suit?" I handed her the top. From her pocket came a pair of scissors and she cut the string that would have gone around Sarah's back. She looked me in the eye and said, "Sir, there is a defect in this suit. I will have to send the defective top back to the factory. In cases like this we just throw away the other half of the suit. I wonder if I could impose on you to toss it in a trashcan somewhere outside our store?" "Yes, we'd be happy to take care of that for you. Sarah, please gather up the suits we are buying and the bottom we will be disposing of for this nice lady and take them to the register. Cheryl, perhaps you would take that suit off so Sarah could take it too?" Sarah and Cheryl both said, "Yes, Honey," and did their tasks. The saleswoman watched without comment that they were still nude. I guided her to the register and as she rang everything up I had my slaves dress. When we walked out of the store both slaves were carrying large bags from the store with tiny bits of cloth at the bottom of each bag. "Cheryl, are you wet?" I asked as we walked. "Yes, Honey, I am." "You liked that she was watching you, looking at all of you?" "Yes, Honey." "Sarah, give me a taste." Sarah reached under her dress so quickly that I wasn't sure I actually saw her do it. She put her index finger in my mouth bearing proof that she had sampled the wetness from her pussy. "Very nice, Sarah. Thank you." In the next store we bought hose. Colors, patterns, garter belts, suspender hose. It is an advantage when both women wear the same size. Sarah found a pair of suspender hose that had an imprint of a zipper running up the back from the ankle to the lacy dark band at the top. She asked if I liked them. The store had four other customers and two saleswomen in it. I said, "I need to see them on." Sarah opened the package and took them out. Within seconds she was into the ritual of bunching one leg of the stocking and pulling it on. A sales woman heard the plastic open and came over. "We appreciate it when customers use the dressing rooms before trying on the hose." She said. "I'm sorry," I said, "I just want to see these on her so badly I didn't want to wait. Please don't be angry with her." By then Sarah had them on and turned around so I could see the zippers. "I like them Sarah. Get another pair, no, two more. No. Wait. I can only see them from your knees down. I want to see all of them." Sarah gathered the dress with her hands and pulled it up, uncovering herself all the way to her waist. The saleswoman gasped at Sarah's exposed ass. Sarah looked over her shoulder at me, smiled and then turned around. The saleswoman gasped again as she saw that Sarah was showing her completely bald pussy in the middle of the store. Satisfied, I nodded, Sarah dropped her dress back in place. By the time I had paid over three hundred dollars for the items we had chosen, the saleswoman was breathing again. We added the hose to the bags we already had and went back out into the mall. "Many times I have heard women complain that it is no fun to go shopping with a man. I cannot understand why some women say that. Can you?" "No, Honey!" they answered in unison and then we all laughed. We had lunch at a restaurant inside the mall and then went to two more stores. Back in the car before dark we were headed home when Cheryl asked, "Nick, Where are we going?" "Home." "I mean, where are we going Honey? We. The three of us? This relationship?" "Oh. That question. We are going deeper into a relationship than any of us has ever gone before. It will not matter if we are in California or Hong Kong, we will be living in this relationship. A relationship built in trust and love." "Nick, a week ago I didn't even know you. I'd heard of you from Sarah and Eric, but I didn't know you. Now I have turned my life over to you. I think maybe I am crazy. Then I think crazy may be the best thing I have ever done for myself." I pulled the car into a parking lot in front of a Trader Joe's market. I turned to face both women. "You belong to me. I know that curiosity has you wonder about the future. You both are wondering about where we are going on our honeymoon. You are also wondering about next year and ten years from now, and thirty. Part of being my slave is that you need not worry about the future. Part of my job as master is to train you to not worry. I have thought about telling you where we are going, but I want you to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" "Yes, Honey," they answered. "Then, since we are at the market anyway I want you to go in and get enough food for us for this week. Some healthy breakfast stuff, the makings for lunches if you can't get something good at work, and things for our dinners." I gave them a couple hundred dollars and off they went. I stayed in the car thinking about my responsibility to these two women. I make believe that I have the answers, sometimes, for everything. I don't. Now these two beautiful women have entrusted their lives to me. When they returned and loaded the bags into the back of the car they were very happy. I was still swimming in the responsibility of being "master." They got in and I kissed them before starting the drive home. They stayed quiet during the drive. I kept thinking about how much my life had changed in one weekend. I was single just three days ago! At home I had Sarah and Cheryl put things away and organize the kitchen so it worked for them. I told them I had things to do and that I needed quiet. They set right to their tasks. I went to my office. When hunger came to my awareness I left the office and found Sarah in the kitchen. "Where is Cheryl?" "Nick, she is in either her room or mine putting our purchases away." "I would like you to start dinner, but first get Cheryl." "Yes, Honey." In a moment she was back with Cheryl. "I do not expect to make every decision every day. Unless I give other instructions I would like breakfast at 6:45 and dinner at 6:30. At dinner tomorrow night I want a list of possible dinners that you can make from what you bought today. I will choose from that list and you will know which meal I want each night. Tonight I want something that you can make in the next half an hour. Come knock on my office door when it is ready. Any questions?" "No, Honey." They said. I walked back to my office. I looked at my watch when I sat down. I wondered if I wanted them to make the thirty minute time restraint or to miss it just a little so I could punish them. Instead of dwelling on that thought I went back to work. The knock startled me. It came so soon. I looked at my watch. Only twenty-one minutes had past. I sat at the table and they brought me a salad, salmon and green beans. The salmon was cooked with fresh dill and lemon. The green beans were braised with hoisen sauce. The table was only set for me. "Did you cook for all of us?" I asked. "Yes, Nick." "I invite you both to join me here at the table and eat with me." "Yes, Honey! We accept." They put small towels on the chairs and got their place settings from the kitchen. When they had seated themselves and started to eat I said, "I want you to assume that I want you at the table with me at every meal. If that is not so I will tell you before the meal. I do not want you to use a napkin in your lap. If you spill my other slave will lick you clean. If you spill twice in a meal the meal will be over for you and you will be punished. Any questions?" "No, Honey." Again, in unison, heads bowed. "Good. Eat." We talked of what they had done in the area of travel, of activities like hiking, camping, skiing, kayaking, hot air ballooning, flying and the like. Cheryl had camped and hiked as a girl with her family and had never traveled out of the country. Sarah had lived in Mexico with Eric for two years. She had also hiked and camped as a girl with her family but never as an adult. I filed the information away for future reference. At my instruction the table was cleared and the dishes done. I went to the family room and they joined me when their tasks were done. I told them that I was quite pleased with dinner. We talked about things I wanted to get done together this coming week. I had them add to the lists I had already given them. On Monday evening we would not have dinner at home but would meet at our other house to get more things out of it so it could be rented. On Tuesday we would empty out Cheryl's apartment. I would meet them there after work and I would bring a rental van so we could get everything in one trip. I told Cheryl that the same sorting that had happened with Sarah's clothes needed to happen with hers. Cheryl wrote down that she needed to invite two or three friends to come and get the clothes that she would not be keeping. I noticed that Cheryl had put her legs together to form a writing surface for the small pad she was making her list on. "Cheryl, stand up!" My voice was not raised, but the tone changed and both women were on the alert. Cheryl was standing in an instant. "Stand in front of me!" "When you stand in front of me your head will be bowed, your hands at your sides and your feet shoulder width apart. Is that clear?" She moved to the pose and said, "Yes, Nick" softly. I stuck my index finger into her slit and asked, "Who's pussy is this?" "It is your pussy, Nick." "For the second time in two days you were hiding my pussy from me. That is not permitted. Turn your head and look at Sarah. Are her legs apart?" "Yes, Nick." "Yours were not. Sarah knows that she is to keep her legs open for me. You forgot. What do you think you need to remind you to keep your legs apart?" "I need to be punished, Honey." "Then we are in agreement. Cheryl, I want you to go again to the laundry room and get two blue clothespins." She did. I clipped her outer lips with one pin on each side. She winced when I applied them. "Are you wet, Cheryl?" "Yes, Honey. I am wet." "Sarah, please go into my bedroom and get a leather belt from the second drawer of my dresser. Get one with an all leather end and have the belt be about an inch and a half wide. Be quick!" She ran from the room. "Cheryl, what I am going to do will hurt. You may cry. You must not scream. I have not soundproofed the house yet. You must not scream. Do you understand?" "Yes, Honey." Sarah returned with a belt. She held it out; head bowed and stayed still even when I took the belt. "Sarah, stand behind Cheryl. Hold her so she does not fall." I used the belt across her thighs. Not too hard at first. With each stroke Cheryl counted and said, "Thank you." Sarah had applied what my high school wrestling coach would have called a full nelson to Cheryl. She put her arms between Cheryl's body and her arms, raised her arms and laced her fingers behind Cheryl's head. Cheryl could not use her arms at all and could not move. Sarah's arms were out of my way. When Cheryl said "Seven, thank you Nick," I stopped. Her legs were pinking nicely. I knelt on the floor in front of Cheryl and used my hands to spread her legs wide apart. "Cheryl, I want you to watch what I am doing." I took the belt, holding it so about eighteen inches of it extended from my hand. I began a slow flogging that had the tip of the belt hit Cheryl just at the top of her pubic area. After it hit it descended and hit the clothespins. Cheryl winced and said, "Eight, thank you, Nick." At fifteen her tears were falling to the floor. Her pussy was red and swollen. I reached into her pussy and found that she was quite wet. I looked at the clock and noticed that ten minutes had passed. I reached between Cheryl's legs and into Sarah's pussy. Her juices were flowing down her legs. "Cheryl, if Sarah releases you can you stand alone?" "Yes, Nick." "Sarah, release her and come around in front of Cheryl. Get on your knees." I positioned Sarah far enough from Cheryl that she was just about an arm's length away. "Sarah, Cheryl was naughty. She forgot that she is a slave. She forgot that that is no longer her pussy. She has been punished for forgetting that it is my pussy now. I want you to take the belt and to hit the clothespins hard enough to knock them free of my pussy. I want you to only swing once for each clothespin. Do you understand?" "Yes, Nick." Her voice was shaky, filled with emotion. I handed her the belt and she wrapped it around her hand until about a foot of leather extended out. She swung hard and the tip of the belt hit Cheryl at the right side of her slit and drew down hitting the clothespin hard snapping it off. Cheryl jumped and cried out, but kept her mouth closed so the sound was muffled. Without hesitation Sarah swung again and the belt hit on the left side of Cheryl's slit and the other pin went flying. "Very good, Sarah. That deserves a reward. Cheryl, lay down on the floor with your legs wide apart. Sarah, get on your knees and lick the juices from my pussy. You will like that won't you?" "Yes, Honey." They both answered then assumed their positions. As soon as Sarah was in position her face went into Cheryl's pussy. I positioned myself behind Sarah, caressing her ass and pussy with my fingers. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her dripping pussy and slid my cock in as slowly as I could manage. When I was all the way in and my pubic bone was pressed against Sarah's ass she said, "Thank you, Honey, Oh Thank you!" "Cheryl, do not cum." "Sarah, cum as much as you want." I fucked in and out of Sarah with long slow strokes and she came many times. Her sounds were muffled into Cheryl's wet pussy. Cheryl fought hard not to cum. She could feel each of Sarah's orgasms and was very close to her own. My own was close as well. As I felt my seed begin to boil forth I said, "I am going to cum. Cum now my slaves, cum now!" Cheryl came loudly and thrashed on the floor. Sarah chased after Cheryl with her mouth and shook from another orgasm of her own. I held Sarah's hips and held my cock deep inside her as it pulsed its load into her. When I was done I pulled out and Sarah turned instantly and took me in her mouth. She licked and sucked until I was clean. Cheryl lay still on the floor. I motioned to her and she crawled to us. "Cheryl, my slave, you took your punishment well. You too deserve a reward. You may clean Sarah. Remember that is my pussy and my cum you are cleaning. Enjoy." I lifted Sarah's face and kissed her. When I ended the kiss I said, "While she cleans you may cum any time you want." While the clean up went on I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was hot I called both slaves and we showered for cleanliness and dried. Then we finished the lists and went to bed. Cheryl and Sarah snuggled against me and very soon we were asleep. At about 2:30 I woke up and crawled over Sarah so I could get up and go to the bathroom. When I was done I stood at the end of the bed and watched the two women sleep. I thought about the gift Eric had given me, and how the gift had grown. I started to think about the future and then I remembered that it was already early Monday morning. There was a week's work to be done and I would need the sleep I should be getting. I crawled in between my slaves and was soon back asleep. Eric's Parting Gift Ch. 03 [If you read Chapters 1 and 2 you know there is some BDSM, and that the story isn't all about pain. This tale is about the lives of these three people and how they make their unusual relationship work. In my experience every unusual relationship is not only unusual but somewhat unique as well. Real relationships don't fit in small categories. You will find some explicit sex in this story, including coitus, anal play, oral, woman-woman and a few little changes to the ordinary. Some bondage, some ass smacking, pussy slapping, physical domination and exhibitionism as well.] I looked up at the clock on my office wall. 11:49. My phone rang. It was Sarah. "It is almost noon, Honey. How is your day?" "Great! I'm actually getting things done and I feel quite good. How is your day?" "I have some of the items on my list done. I called the phone company and they will install two lines to the house next week. They install the lines to a box outside the house and we have to get someone else to wire the lines into the house. They also agreed to shut off the line in my old house on the first." "I will do the hook up part. It's actually quite easy. What else?" "I changed my address with HR and put in for vacation. It was a bit awkward. Mrs. Whitmore in HR asked why Eric and I moved." "What did you tell her?" "That Eric and I broke up and that I moved in with roommates." "Do you have time to talk with me right now?" "Yes. I had just started my lunch break when I called." "How do you feel about what you told Mrs. Whitmore?" "It brought up the sadness I feel because Eric just left. Honey, I am grateful he left me with you but I am sad that he left." "Maybe someday we will all know what that was about. Until then I want you to talk with me when the sadness is strong. I am your support now. Will you do that?" "Yes Master." "I know that was a slip. I do not want you to use that word unless I instruct you to do so. I will need to think of a suitable punishment to help you remember. We will discuss that when we meet after work at your old house." "Nick, there is a room in that house and it is full of toys and things that Eric bought and used on me when I was bad or made a mistake." Her voice quivered, telling me that the room and toys were for BDSM, and that she liked the room... and the toys. "Enough! Have you done anything else on your list?" "Yes, Nick. At HR I listed you as the emergency contact for me. I put a three by five on the office bulletin board saying that the house would be available on the first of the month." "Good. Have you eaten?" "No. I called you first." "Go eat. I'll see you at the house later." I ate lunch and when I got back to my desk the phone rang. It was Cheryl. "Good afternoon Honey." "How nice of you to call." "Is this a good time, Honey?" "Yes. How has your day been?" "I went to HR and put in for vacation. They said that I could have both weeks and MS Thompson wanted to know where I was going on vacation. I told her that I was moving and getting settled. Did I do OK, Honey?" "That's fine. You remember that we are meeting at Sarah's old house after work?" "Yes, Honey. Where do you want me to park?" "In front. Has anyone noticed anything new or different about you?" "Yes. I went into the ladies room and was seated when the door to the stall opened. The latch doesn't always catch. Mary Beth was standing there and noticed that I am not wearing panties. She also noticed I am bald." "And?" "And she wanted to know why I was going commando and why I was bald." "What did you tell her?" "I told her the truth. I said that my lover wants me smooth and doesn't want me to wear panties. I explained the heath reasons. She said I was becoming a slave to some man and she said she would never do those things for a man." "And?" "I said that if being your slave felt as good every day as it had since we met I would gladly be your slave, Honey." "Is that the truth, Cheryl?" "Yes Honey, Every word." "Will you do any more items from your list today?" "Yes. At least two items." "Good. Don't forget to meet us at the house." "Yes Nick. I'll be there." When I hung up Tom Jacobson was standing in my doorway. He said, "Was that a girlfriend I just heard you talking to?" "No. That was a new housemate." "Got tied of living alone in your big house huh?" "Yup. Got tired of paying all the bills on that big ol' house too. Now I've got some help!" "What's she like?" "Works for the phone company. Shy. Dresses pretty conservatively." "Is she cute?" "No. Puppies are cute. She is a very attractive woman and no, I won't introduce you. She is already in a relationship and I respect that." He wandered away. When work ended I drove over to the house and both women were already there. When I got out of my car they got out of their cars and met me on the porch. "Don't you have keys?" I asked. "Yes, but you said to meet you at the house not in it Honey." "Very good." I opened the door and ushered them inside. "Show me the room, please." Sarah led me to a door that had a locking doorknob. The key to the front door opened it. As the door swung open I saw that this was indeed a play room for BDSM. There were wooden and metal frames in the room and there was a sex swing hanging from a hook in the ceiling. Against one wall was a tool cabinet like they sell at SEARS. It even had the Craftsman logo on it. I walked over and opened a drawer. Inside were three leather paddles of differing widths and lengths. In the drawer just below that one was an assortment of leather restraints. I lifted two and turned to Sarah and Cheryl. "Cheryl have you ever been in this room?" "Yes Nick. I was in here once when Eric punished Sarah." "That is about to happen again. Where were you exactly when Eric punished Sarah?" "He had Sarah get a chair from the dining room and I sat there, in the corner." "Not today. Both of you strip." There was no hesitation. Quickly they both stood nude next to their clothes. "Sarah, come here." She came to me with head bowed and hands at her sides. I positioned her at what looked a lot like a Jungle Gym from a school playground. I had her climb inside and bend over so her ass stuck out through one of the square holes in the Jungle Jim. I used the leather restraints to secure her legs against the metal frame. A short search in the cabinet found lengths of cotton rope. I used them to secure Sarah's arms out from her body and along a horizontal bar of the Jungle Jim. During the search for the ropes I had also found a ball gag and I used it. After Sarah was secure in her bondage I explained to Cheryl why Sarah was being punished. I took a paddle from the cabinet and began spanking Sarah's extended ass. I had Cheryl count. After ten hits to each cheek they were beginning to pink up nicely. After Cheryl said, "Twenty." I turned to Cheryl and said, "Check her pussy. Is she wet?" "Cheryl reached in very gently and answered, "Yes Nick, she is wet." "When the count reaches forty, check her again." Cheryl moved and I stroked Sarah to the count of forty. "Check her." Cheryl again tenderly stuck her finger in and said, "Yes Nick, she is wet." I lay down on the floor underneath Sarah's pussy. I stroked up and slapped the two inch wide leather against her wet pussy. Cheryl counted ten strokes and I said to Sarah, "Don't cum!" Ten more strokes. Sarah was wiggling after each stroke attempting to stave off the orgasm she was soon to have. I stopped. I looked up past Sarah's pussy and saw Cheryl standing transfixed at the scene she was watching. I could see her pussy juice glistening on her thighs. "Cheryl, please take off my pants and shoes." She went into action and soon had my pants folded on top of the toy cabinet. "Sarah, I am going to have Cheryl suck me. While she sucks me I am going to stroke you. Do not cum before I do. Do you understand?" She made a noise through the ball gag and I assumed she had said, "Yes, Nick." I nodded at Cheryl and she dropped to her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth. I was already hard and she was doing an excellent job at sucking me toward an orgasm. I slapped Sarah's pussy. I made a loud slapping sound as the leather hit her sopping pussy. I counted to three and slapped again. Cheryl wrapped her hand around my balls and massaged them. She had been taking half my erection in and her cheeks were sucked in as she applied strong suction to my cock. I slapped Sarah twice quickly. She moaned. Cheryl sank down on my cock until she gagged and then she did it again and again until she took all of me into her throat. I slapped Sarah, but not hard enough that she would cum. I felt my cum rise and head for Cheryl's mouth. I dropped the paddle and stuck two fingers in Sarah. She screamed into the ball gag and her body shook against the restraints. I filled Cheryl's mouth and she swallowed all of it, licking and sucking every drop from me. I pulled my fingers from Sarah's pussy and caught her dripping nectar as it flowed from her. I caught it in my mouth. Cheryl watched. Minutes later I got off the floor and had Cheryl help me untie and release Sarah. We helped her stand and get out of the Jungle Jim and then we had her lay on the bed in the master bedroom. We both kissed her and covered her and she was quickly asleep. Cheryl and I went back into the play room. We cleaned the paddle and put everything else away. Cheryl didn't speak. When we were done she said, "You really do love us, don't you?" "Yes. I know you didn't cum and I know you want to. This is not your time. Go shower and get clean. You have your juices all down your legs. Don't get your hair wet. We will be going out for dinner and I want you with dry hair." She went. I made a list of what was in the room, what I would need to do to move it and where I would put it in my house. Cheryl came back and helped me get some of the items we would be taking from the rest of the house to our house. When we were ready to leave we woke Sarah, got all of us dressed and loaded the Honda. We went to the neighborhood Italian restaurant and had a quiet meal. When the owner came with the check he said to Sarah, "Is Eric sick? We haven't seen him and he usually comes in with you on Sundays." Sarah started to let a tear out. I spoke. "Eric has left California. We are sad that it was necessary. Thank you for asking." He said, "I am so sorry if I caused you pain." He walked away. When we were finished we went back to our house and unloaded. Inside, both women stripped and helped me undress too. "Sarah, tell me how you feel." She hesitated, looking at the floor. Slowly her head came up and she softly said, "In a word, conflicted. I am grateful Eric gave me to you. I know you love me much as he did. I love how you care for me." Another pause. "I am sad beyond words. I loved Eric for almost ten years. He left. I know he is not coming back. I know he is dying somewhere and I'm not there to care for him." "What has you know he is dying?" "I made some calls from work. One was to our medical care provider. I found the name of a doctor I didn't know Eric had seen. I called him and found that Eric was diagnosed with cancer over a month ago. It is inoperable." Tears flowed down her cheeks. "You know about cancer in his family?" "Yes. He told me how much his Dad hated watching his cancer hurt Eric's Mom as he wasted away. I think Eric left me so I wouldn't watch him die." "How does that feel?" "I am hurt. I devoted my life to his pleasure and happiness. Now, when he needs me the most he chooses to stop letting me love him." "Eric cried when he told me about why he was leaving. He loves you so much he could not bear to watch himself die in your eyes. He made arrangements to be taken care of in Mexico somewhere where he can get drugs that will ease the pain. I know Eric. His thoughts will be of you and his love for you. I am honored that he loved both of us enough to give us to each other." "I am grateful too." We were quiet for a while and then Sarah asked, "May I sleep alone tonight? I would like to think and feel the loss by myself tonight." "Of course. If, during the night you decide you need to be with us, come join us." I kissed her and she kissed Cheryl. She walked to her room and went to bed. Cheryl followed me into the family room and when I sat in my recliner she stood near me. "Snuggle into my lap, please." She smiled and did. I love the way they each fit in my lap when we snuggle. We sat together, for a while, thinking. "Tell me, please, about you and Eric." "I miss him too. I knew Sarah before she met Eric. She was a wild child. We did lots of crazy stuff back then. We were lost, I guess, looking for a way to live that made sense. Eric met Sarah in a club down by the beach. He kept her from doing something really stupid that night. He took her home and he sobered her up. He treated her so well that I wanted someone to treat me like that." She paused. "How did he treat her?" "He gave her structure in her life. He kept offering her choices so that she could see how to have a great life. Pretty soon he moved her out of her crumby apartment in a crumby neighborhood and into his home. They threw out all her crappy, slutty clothes and got her a respectable job. When they went out he allowed her one drink. He touched her with such affection. He made sure she saw a doctor and started taking care of herself. Her whole life changed. I saw her smile and I heard her sing." "And his play room?" "It was there before Sarah. She was introduced to it before she moved in with him. She had been out with him and drank from someone else's drink after she had her drink. Eric saw it. He took her home and after talking to her about the rules for being with him she willingly submitted to being punished for what she did. It was difficult for her to sit for a few days after that." "You watched once?" "Yes. I knew about the room and said something. Eric had instructed Sarah not to say anything about the room. She needed a reminder and since I knew about the room Eric had me watch as she was punished. I had never been so turned on in my life! If I had been brave I would have begged him to punish me too." "Did he ever?" "He made me watch three times as he punished Sarah. He never punished me. When I offered myself to him he said he could not accept me because I was still drinking too much and I wasn't working at a job I could be proud of. I haven't had a drop since that night." "Did I make a mistake accepting you?" Her body stiffened and she said, "No! I will please you as best I can for all my life. I am not sorry I stopped drinking and the other things I used to do. I know now that I was looking for someone to take control, someone who would love me enough to guide me." "I am not Eric." "You are who Eric chose. That was enough for me. Then I spent time with you and I decided to love you. I love you." "I have not given you my spunk. I have punished you harshly. What does that mean to you?" "You are teaching me. If you treated me without harshness I may not learn how to please you and I might find myself out in the street. The harshness is loving me, teaching me, sometimes it may please you to torture me for your pleasure. When that happens I want to suffer so that you are pleased. I know your spunk is a gift. I watched as you gave it to Sarah. You let me taste it in her mouth. When I please you, you may give me that gift. I will probably cry in joy when that happens." "When I spanked Sarah's pussy you came, watching?" "Yes!" "You know that I am new at this?" "Yes." "If I go too long without punishing you I may need a reminder. A reminder that will not anger me and lets me know you need time in the play room." "I could buy a pair of red panties." She smiled at the thought. "Yes! That is brilliant! When you wear them I will know that you want some time in the play room. Buy two pair. Give one to Sarah and tell her about the signal." "May I ask another question?" "Yes, of course." "I have a mother and a sister." "And, you want to know what to tell them about us?" "Yes. Mom will want to come visit as soon as she finds out we live together. My sister will too." "That can happen after we get back. We will be gone until the thirteenth of next month. Tomorrow, call your mother and tell her we have met, that I am a friend of Eric and Sarah's and that we went out for dinner tonight. All of that is true." "Should I say anything else?" "Does she know about your sobriety?" "No." "Tell her how long you have been sober and how proud you are of yourself." "Should I call my sister too?" "Yes. Let's take this slowly. Let them get used to the idea of us slowly. Are they pretty traditional people?" "No. Both are hardheaded and always right about everything." "Oh. This could be a problem. How often have you been seeing them in the last five years?" "Twice. I went there both times. Last time Mom saw my jewelry and threw a fit." She touched her nipple rings when she said jewelry. "When was that?" "Two years ago." "How often do you call her?" "On her birthday, mother's day and Christmas." "Change of plan. Call her tomorrow. Ask her when would be a good time to call her each week. Tell her that the man in your life wants you to stay connected with your family and wants you to call your momma once a week." "She'll love that! She'll also want to know all about you." "Tell her that you only have five minutes to talk because I'm going to be there to pick you up for lunch. Tell her you can talk more when you talk next week Ask her to call your new phone number and leave the time when you can call each week. Then, get off the phone." "Why do you want me to... I'm sorry. It is enough that you want me to do this. I will do it." "An hour later I want you to call your sister. She will know about the man in your life and she will have lots of questions. Do not lie to her. Omission is not a lie. Do not tell her I have a dick a foot long. That's a lie. Are we housemates? Yes. That isn't a lie." "I understand." "Someday, after summer is over, we may invite them to come visit. Do not promise that we will." "Yes, Honey." "Would you rather go visit them?" "No. I'd rather forget I have them." "We will talk more about them and your relationship another day. For now, make the calls tomorrow." "Yes, Nick." "Let's go to bed." As we walked to the bedroom I put an arm around her shoulder and touched the small ring in her nipple. In bed I sucked on it. She moaned. "Why did you pierce your nipples?" "I saw how other women responded to having their nipples played with and I decided mine were not as responsive as theirs. A friend told me that getting pierced would make them more sensitive." "Did it?" "Yes! I can orgasm if you suck on them and play with the rings for a while." "You've thought about how they could be used in the play room, haven't you?" "Yes!" "Hmmm." I spooned with Cheryl and went to sleep. At 6:15 the alarm woke us. I shut it off and gathered Cheryl into my arms. I rolled onto my back and held her on top of me. My morning erection poked her in the thigh. "I want to be inside you." She smiled as she shifted and I slid inside her. "You are very wet." "You've been poking me with that for fifteen minutes." "Is there any chance of a pregnancy?" "None. I cannot get pregnant." "Are you OK?" "Yes. I had an accident when I was twelve and the doctor botched the repair." "Sex doesn't hurt?" "No. I love feeling you inside me. Do I bring you pleasure?" Eric's Parting Gift Ch. 03 "Yes, and more if you move." She lifted and sank back down, pressing her pussy against me and grinding at the bottom of each thrust. Faster and faster, her motions frantic and her voice getting louder and louder. "I'm going to cum inside you, Cheryl! A gift for your morning." I shot my load inside her and she moaned and shook. I rolled her onto her back and stood up. "If we hurry into the shower we won't be late for work." As I turned the door opened and Sarah smiled at us. "Good morning, my husband. Good morning, my sister." We showered and kissed before getting dressed for the day. None of us was late for work. At about ten Tom Jacobson dropped by my office. "Carol and I want to invite you and your new lady for dinner. How's Friday nite?" "Nope. We are just getting to know each other. It's too soon to go showing her off to my judgmental friends. Maybe in six weeks or so." "Awe, come on! We aren't like that. We just want to meet her." "See me in six weeks. Till then, the answer is no." At lunch both women called me. We made arrangements to meet at the old house and dismantle the play room. Sarah suggested that it would be easier and less costly to turn the garage into a soundproofed play room than any room in the house. It would mean our cars stayed out all the time but since we live in Southern California that wouldn't be so bad. Seemed like a good idea. I told them I would rent a van to transport all the toys and we could unload right into the garage. By Friday night the old house was empty and ready to be cleaned. A crew of people from an agency showed up Saturday morning and Sarah was there to supervise. A couple showed up from her work to look at the house and rented it. Leased it. Sarah had the lease drawn up .during the week and had it ready, just in case. They agreed to pay the utilities, first and last, and enough rent to cover the mortgage and $500 a month. They wanted to know about painting the inside and Sarah called me. I said we needed to see the colors they choose and that the paint needed to be good quality. Cheryl got a call on Saturday from her apartment manager. She had found someone to take over Cheryl's lease. The woman wanted to move in the next weekend so we arranged for all Cheryl's stuff to either go into storage, sold or tossed by the next Friday. The same cleaning crew would arrive on Saturday morning and have her place spotless by noon. At 6:15 the next Sunday morning we needed to be up, dressed and on our way to the airport. It was a busy week. Everything that needed to get done got done. I turned over a set of keys to Frank, the contractor friend who would build us a great shower while we were gone. I put Cheryl's car and Sarah's car in for service telling the mechanic I would pick them up in two weeks. He wasn't charging me hardly anything for secure storage for the two weeks. We went to the airport in my Honda. Both women had somehow kept from asking where we were going. When I parked the car they knew they were about to find out. They were wearing light dresses and comfortable sandals. I had on a Hawaiian shirt and Khaki shorts with comfortable sandals. We rolled our luggage to the luggage turn in and I handed the man our tickets. Sarah and Cheryl listened carefully. "Oh, I want to go with you!" The man said as he looked at the tickets. "Jamaica is one of my favorite places I've never been." "Jamaica!" They both screamed in unison. "Looks like my secret is out!" The man looked stricken. "I wasn't supposed to say anything?" "You were supposed to be the one to tell them." I gave him $20 as a tip and he handled our three bags for us. He gave us directions to our gate and I walked off with Cheryl on my right arm and Sarah on my left. Our seats on the plane were three across in the center. We were in a bulkhead row so I had a little extra leg room. As we went to our seats I asked for pillows and blankets for the trip. We got three of each. At our seats I had both women put disposable pads on the seats before they sat down. Sitting bare on their dresses was not a good idea and neither was sitting bare on an airline seat. One of the flight attendants saw Cheryl put down her pad and then lift her dress as she sat. She said nothing. Cheryl started asking questions as soon as we were seated. She would have asked sooner but I said no. I gave her a packet and let both of them read everything about the resort and the island that was in the packet. When they had read it all we were an hour and a half out of Los Angeles headed towards our first vacation together. Sarah asked, "Will we have a single room at the resort?" "I reserved a two bedroom suite. Each room has a king sized bed." "Near the pool?" "I think all the rooms are near the pool and the beach. I have also booked us on two excursions. One is a trip down a river and the other is a sailing trip." "The pictures show how beautiful the resort is but most of the pictures do not show people." "I found out long ago that many clothing-optional or nude resorts do not put many people in their advertising." "Will we be wearing clothes while we are there?" Cheryl asked. "Have either of you ever been to a nude resort?" "I have," Sarah said. "Eric liked going and liked men to look at me." "I've never even considered going. I always thought they were weird." "Have you gone skinny-dipping?" "Yes. In someone's backyard pool and once on a dare in high school we went in the school pool at night." "Swimming nude is a so much nicer feeling than in a suit. It also does away with tan lines." The cabin lights dimmed and a movie was shown. We had seen it so I recommended we sleep. Sarah and Cheryl curled up against me and we covered with the blankets we had been given. As they snuggled in they each took one of my hands and tucked it inside their dresses, next to their pussies. They both wore the same perfume so the subtle fragrance I smelled was the same from both of them. We did sleep. When I awoke the movie was over. The cabin lights were still low. I woke both ladies and recommended they use the bathrooms. As they left to do that I covered their pads. Sarah was back first. I left her with our stuff and I went. Cheryl came out just as I arrived at the restroom. "See if you can get me a Diet Coke, would you please?" "Yes, Honey. May I have a kiss?" "Certainly." I guided her into the galley and we kissed. I almost never have pecked. If I am going to kiss someone other than my grandmother I want it to be a kiss. That one was not a peck. Cheryl held my ass as we kissed and I held hers. The two flight attendants in the galley didn't say anything. When the kiss was over one of them handed Cheryl a diet Coke and asked what she would like. She got two more Diet Cokes and went back to our seats. I went into the bathroom and heard one of the flight attendants say, "I guess we know which one he's with." I smiled. When I got back to my seat Cheryl and Sarah were sitting with the blankets over their laps. I sat between them. "I remember," Cheryl said, smiling. "Remember what?" She took my hand and it went under the blanket. Her legs were spread and the skirt pulled up out of the way. I smiled and touched her wetness with my fingers. When I pulled them back I sucked on them. We both smiled. Then I turned to Sarah and did the same. She was as accessible as Cheryl and tasted just as good. "Thank you both. Maybe I didn't need a diet Coke after all. We smiled. I opened the Diet Coke and we talked as we drank. "Have you been here before, Nick?" "Never. I wanted to, years ago, but my wife was afraid to fly." "Can we know about her?" Cheryl asked. "Yes. We were married the week after she graduated from UCLA. She got a job teaching special ed. in Long Beach and I was already working in Santa Monica. We moved in together during her senior year and a year after we were married we bought the house we live in now." "What does she look like?" Cheryl asked. "She looked like a red haired dream when I met her. Natural long auburn hair, wavy, smelled like strawberries. She was five nine, weighed one hundred forty pounds and had my heart from a month after we met." "What happened? You still sound like you love her." "I will always love her. We went out one Friday night about five and a half years ago and there was an accident. I woke up in a hospital three days later. She never woke up. Her heart was so damaged it couldn't be fixed and a transplant wasn't available." They cuddled against me and held on. Later, when I spoke again I said, "You are the first and only women I have kissed or touched since she died." Sarah said, "I knew her. Eric and I met Nick when he was married to Patti." "No kids?" "No. Patti was born with only one ovary and it didn't work very well. She did get pregnant once but miscarried in the second month." "There aren't any pictures of her in the house." "Yes, there are, but not on display. I found it so painful to see pictures that I packed them away and then I discovered that I still think of her often and see her in places we used to go together." Both were quiet a long time. "Please listen to me. Neither of you is a replacement for Patti. I didn't go looking for you. I didn't even know what was missing from my life. Eric did. He told me I needed a Sarah in my life two years ago. I knew he was right and I did nothing to change things. I've been dying, slowly, and you both have awakened me. Because of the major difference between our relationship and what I had with Patti I am aware all the time that this is what works best for me. You both scare hell out of me, and I thrive in what we have. I know you trust me to take care of you and you ought to know that in doing that I am honored and drawn to be a better man. Thank you." I was soundly kissed by Sarah and then Cheryl. Our play might have continued but an announcement had us put our seat backs in the upright position and prepare for landing. A flight attendant stood in each of the openings leading to first class and both glanced at the three of us. Cheryl straightened the pad under her and I saw the attendants eyes widen as Cheryl was momentarily exposed. We could not watch out the windows as we landed. We had one small carry-on bag and it was in Sarah's lap. When the doors opened we were among the very first off the plane. From the cool air conditioned interior of the plane to the tropical warm, wet air of Jamaica in six steps. We got our suitcases and found the bus for the resort parked by the curb. The driver loaded our bags in the back and helped both ladies aboard. We were the first passengers aboard. Sarah got paper towels from a dispenser just behind the driver's seat and she and Cheryl were sitting on the towels before the other passengers arrived. There were two couples that joined us on the bus. They checked us out and we checked them out. As the bus drove the half hour to the resort the couples talked to themselves. Finally, one of the men looked at me and said, "Where you from?" "Los Angeles. You?" "We're from Wisconsin. This is our first trip down here." "Ours too. I'm Nick. This is Cheryl and this is Sarah." "Mike and Sue." "May I ask a question?" Sarah asked me. I nodded. "Mike, are you a betting man?" Sue nodded even before he answered. "If it's interesting, yes, I'm a betting man." "I'm betting that you are the only one on the bus, other than the driver wearing underwear." "Does that count bras?" "No. Boxers, briefs or panties of any kind." "How much?" Sarah looked at me. "A hundred," I said. "You're on!" I stood and opened my shorts showing that I was commando. The other man on the bus stood and opened his shorts and his erection popped out. No underwear. His lady stood and the bus lurched a little so she held the overhead hand rail. Her husband lifted her dress and her smooth pussy winked at us. Cheryl and Sarah stood and lifted each other's skirts. That left the betting couple. He stood and unzipped. Sarah said, "Red boxers!" The man looked at his wife. She stood and unbuttoned her shorts. The zipper went down and she pushed the waist band down. Suddenly she shoved hard and the shorts were at her knees! Her well trimmed bush was right out there. Sarah jumped up as the rest of us laughed. She put out her hand and took the hundred from the man. She handed the money to me. He looked at his wife and said, "Aren't you going to pull your pants back up?" "No, I don't think so. Being bare is so much more friendly, don't you think?" She put her shorts on the seat and sat on them. Sarah looked at me and I nodded. She stood and took off the dress, leaving her with sandals and a bra. Cheryl stood and after looking at me for permission stripped to the same uniform. The unintroduced couple introduced themselves as Angie and Franklyn. She stripped off her clothes and folded them. Sarah looked at me, then got her some towels to sit on. She handed some to Sue as well. They both sat on the towels. Angie said, "You've done all this before?" "Yes. It's always better to sit on something that is just yours. I never wear panties and I either use paper towels, napkins, or something to sit on. You just don't know what was on the seat before you." Cheryl looked at me and then said, "The towels are good for collecting a lot of wetness too." We all laughed. Sue got up and got two more towels. Mike turned to Sue and said, "You had panties on when we left home." "Yup! Somewhere over Kansas I took them off and put them in the backpack. Since Sarah never wears panties I think I'll follow her example and toss all mine in the trash. What do you think?" "Hmmmm. I think I like that idea." The bus pulled up to the lobby doors and we walked in to register. The women did not dress. The man behind the desk rang a bell and two more people came to assist us. Ten minutes later we were following a young man and our luggage to our room. I reset my watch to Jamaica time. In our room I recommended the bras get packed and we watched the video telling us everything about the resort. There were rules. No full nudity in the dining room. Genitals must be covered there. No, means no. No radios, music, or loud noises after ten pm. No public sex in the daytime in the general areas or on the grass of the resort. We went to dinner. I was still dressed and the ladies wore bikini bottoms. The dining room was filled with round tables for eight. A woman in a white wrap skirt led us to a table and removed one chair. We saw Mike and Sue enter. She had her shorts back on but her top was gone and her nice breasts were bare. They were led to our table. The woman who led them said, "It is a kind of tradition that everyone at each table hugs before dinner starts and afterwards as well." We hugged. Mike was tenting his shorts a little when he sat back down. I looked up to see Franklyn and Angie waved and were led over. Mike stood and said, 'It is a kind of tradition that everyone at each table hugs before dinner starts and afterwards as well." He opened his arms and Angie stepped in. Cheryl looked at me and I nodded. She stood and hugged Franklyn, then Angie. When the hug ended Angie said, "I've never hugged another woman tits to tits before!" Sarah stepped up and said, "Quick do it again!" By the time we all sat down the servers were at our table with salads. The fish and veggies followed and we talked until dessert. As the dessert arrived Mike looked at me and said, "If I don't ask I'm going to explode..." "So, ask." I said. "How is it you're here with two beautiful women?" "You mean it would be more acceptable if one of them was ugly?" I smiled. "No! I mean, two!" "Mike, I think you may have a belief that limits thinking. It isn't a bad belief. You aren't bad for having it. The belief is that one man should only love one woman. He might, under certain circumstances fuck another woman, lust after another woman, fantasize about another woman but he should only commit his life to one." "And...?" "And, I don't believe that. I believe I love Sarah and I love Cheryl. I am more than married to both of them. My life is now, and forever more, about having their lives work. We live in the same house, share the same bed, share love and sex whenever possible." "Is two the limit?" Angie asked. "Do you mean could I love three?" "Or four?" Sue asked. "Yes. And it would depend on Sarah and Cheryl loving the new people too." It was quiet as we finished the desserts. The table was cleared and Franklyn said, "It took me a year to fall in love with the first woman I ever fell for, and it was Angie. I can't imagine falling in love with another woman." Sarah put her hand on my arm and looked in my eyes. I nodded. She turned to Franklyn. "Think about this, please. Have you ever fallen off a bike, a skateboard?" "Yes, haven't we all?" "Have you ever fallen on purpose?" "No. Why would I do that?" "Which would you rather hear, "Sweetheart I fell in love with you. It was an accident. I didn't mean it." Or "Sweetheart, I choose to love you, devote my life to your happiness and well being. There is nothing you need ever do to have me love you." Angie and Sue both answered, "The second man is the one I want!" "That's the man Cheryl and I have. He takes care of us like no other man. I have given him my life, willingly, with my freedom of choice. I trust him completely. If he was with me by accident I could not do that. I would not do that." It was quiet for long enough that twenty people came in and were seated. Angie asked, "How long have you known each other?" I answered, "I met Sarah seven years ago. I met Cheryl, her best friend, three weeks ago." "Three weeks?" Angie's eyes bulged. Cheryl looked at me. I nodded, barely. "I have known about Nick for years I knew his best friend very well. When I finally met Nick I was ready to love him. I knew Sarah loved him. I knew Eric, his best friend, trusted Nick more than any other man on the planet. When we met, I decided to love him. I do love him. His happiness is more important to me than anything else in my life." Again, it was quiet for a while. Mike spoke, "When does the seminar begin?" "What seminar?" Franklyn asked. "The one where Nick teaches me how to love that way. I know Sue loves me. She has never said anything like that about our marriage and we've been married fifteen years." "And," Sue added, "You've never said the things Nick said." "I didn't even know it was possible. I kept listening to the love songs..." Franklyn began to sing, "Falling in love again..." Everyone laughed. I waited and when it was quiet I said, "No seminar. I don't know enough to teach a class. I have thought a lot about loving and relationships. While we're here feel invited to approach us and ask anything that might help you. Cheryl or Sarah may want to check with me before answering and if that happens don't be offended. You will get an honest answer to your question. There are some areas of our intimacy that we may choose not to share yet." The staff were standing not too far away, waiting to finish cleaning our table. I stood and everyone else stood. I turned to Cheryl and as we embraced I said, "I love you, Cheryl." Then we kissed. No hurry. Cheryl turned to Mike and hugged him. They kissed. No hurry. I hugged Mike and sensed he wouldn't want a kiss of any kind. I followed Cheryl around the table, hugging and kissing. When the ritual was over Angie said, "We better come earlier for meals. I don't want to hurry ever again." Sarah asked on the way out if we could walk around looking at the resort. It was dark but the resort was well lit and we walked. When we got to the first pool there were a few people in and around it. All were nude. Sarah asked, "May we?" Eric's Parting Gift Ch. 03 We undressed and completed the rest of our walk nude. As we passed a couple going the other way on the sidewalk I noticed Cheryl didn't make eye contact. I stopped us a few steps later. "Sweety, are you uncomfortable?" "A little. I was OK with the others at dinner. I sorta know them." "You are beautiful. You can be proud of the way you look. You belong to me. I would not have an ugly woman in my life as I have you. Your body, your mind, your spirit all are beautiful." "I need to lose some weight." "Did I say that?" "No." "Is that your body or is it mine?" "It is yours." "If it is fat it must be because I choose it to be fat. You choose to be as I like. If I recall you no longer have any opinion that differs from mine." "I am sorry. I slipped backwards in my thinking. I will be careful about that." "This slip cannot be tolerated. I must find a way to have you never forget whose body you live in. Perhaps while we are here I can find a way to have you remember." "I will remember." "Let's walk around some more. Cheryl when we meet people on the rest of our walk you will greet them and engage them. They are people who could be our friends if we get to know them. Hold your head up high and be proud of you. I am." A few minutes later we found another couple walking. Cheryl got within about ten or twelve feet of them and smiled. The woman smiled and Cheryl said, "You have on a beautiful necklace. My I have a closer look?" The woman was happy to show off the necklace and tell us that Jack, the man standing beside her, had given it to her that very day. He explained that they were at the resort to celebrate one year together as a couple. We congratulated them and moved on. I saw a sign that said, "SPA." I followed it and found a large room with lots of stationary bikes, treadmills, free weights and machines. "Sarah, don't you go to a gym like this at home?" "Yes, it's in the same building as where I work. I spend lunch hours there three days a week." "I would like you to take Cheryl here in the morning and have her do a good workout. At the end of the workout Cheryl you are to get on a treadmill and walk two miles. Agreed?" "If it pleases you, yes, Honey." "That will be part of your punishment for thinking so poorly of the woman I love." "Thank you." We had made a large circle and were very near our suite when we left the spa. We went inside and I locked the door. Sarah picked up a note from the floor and handed it to me, without reading it. "It says, Please join us for breakfast at nine. It's signed Mike & Sue. That means we need to be in the workout room at seven. Sarah, please call for a wake up at 6:50 and let's get to bed." The shower in our suite was like the one I hoped Frank was making for us at home. Big! We showered together without bumping into the walls and the water felt good. Not as good as Sarah and Cheryl felt, but good. Back in the bedroom I turned on the ceiling fan just high enough that the air moved. I moved to the middle of the bed and lie on my back. Cheryl got in on my right side and Sarah on my left. In moments I was asleep. When the phone rang I sat up in bed, suddenly awake. Cheryl answered the phone and when the mechanical voice told her the time she said, "Thank you" and hung up. I grabbed my razor, toothbrush and stuff. "We can shower and clean up after we work out. Grab your stuff and let's go." I stepped to the toilet and released my stream. As I peed my morning hard on wilted. "Bye for now," Sarah said. "I'm sure it will return sometime today." We worked out from seven until eight. Under the direction of Sarah we did warm ups, stationary bike, weight machines, a rowing machine and a stair climber. When eight o'clock came I was glad to see it. The sweat rolled down my body and dripped on the floor. Cheryl was soaked as well but Sarah had the lightest sheen. Her workouts at home had her quite fit. Cheryl wiped off with a towel, walked to a treadmill and started walking. "Most adults can walk about three and a half miles in an hour." Sarah said. "That is a mile in seventeen minutes." "I'll be back to look at the treadmill gauge in twenty minutes." I said. I took Sarah by the hand and we went to the showers. Under a wide stream of water I soaped her and she soaped me. I embraced her and rubbed us together. We kissed and the hard on that had left returned. "Please suck me," I said. She went to her knees and sucked all of my hard on into her mouth. She sucked like it was great pleasure for her. I wanted her right there in the shower and she had no qualms about giving me what I wanted. I lifted her to her feet and had her bend. I stepped behind her and she helped me enter her pussy from behind. She put her hands on the shower wall and pushed her ass back to meet my thrusts. With each thrust into her she said, "Thank you Nick. Thank you, Honey." I saw the clock on a far wall and when the time was up for Cheryl on the treadmill I pulled out of Sarah and kissed her. I said, "Please don't cum until I get back with Cheryl and perhaps we can all cum together." "Oh, Honey, I would like that." At the treadmill I found a sweaty, huffing Cheryl. The readout screen of the treadmill read 1.000 miles and 16:44 min/sec. I did not hesitate. I hugged her and kissed her, telling her how proud and happy I was with what she had done. She still looked tired but smiled and seemed happy with what she had done. I told her that one mile was enough. In the shower Sarah and I took care of Cheryl. We washed her, shampooed her hair and massaged her legs. When the clean was done I knelt and put one of Cheryl's legs on my shoulder, putting my face in her pussy. Sarah held her so she wouldn't fall and played with her breasts as I ate her. She peaked and screamed in mere minutes. We rinsed and left the shower. I shaved and brushed my teeth then my hair. I remembered that Sarah liked to shave me and told her to remind me each morning and evening and she could shave me. Her smile was wide as I told her. We carried towels to breakfast and wrapped ourselves as we entered the dining room. In our hugging ritual my towel fell to the floor three times. Sarah's and Cheryl's fell often as well. As the French Toast was served Mike said, "So, what's on the agenda for today?" "Rest. A long walk on the beach. A cool drink. Rubbing sunscreen on Angie." Franklyn said. "Sounds good." Mike said. "And you three?" "Rest. Sitting in the shade looking at the ocean and talking with each other and friends. Rubbing sunscreen on each other and friends. A cool drink or more. And, maybe a walk on the beach." "Point to where you want to park and I'll arrange for lounges to be set up and service to reload the drinks." Mike said. "Perhaps they would like alone time," Sue said to Mike. "When we need to be alone, I can simply leave you on the beach or ask you to go. That is not a problem." "Sarah, you and Cheryl seem to leave most of the talking to Nick." Sue leaned toward Sarah as she spoke. "I'm sorry. I am a little slow sometimes about speaking. As I get to know you more I'm sure that will ease." "Maybe later this afternoon the four of us ladies can go get a massage together. Give the boys a chance to talk boy stuff." "Yeah! How about those Dodgers!" Franklin said loudly but with no enthusiasm. We politely laughed. Mike leaned towards me and said, "We could talk about the dinner conversation from last night." Franklyn nodded. I smiled. Angie leaned to Franklyn, "I want to hear what is said in that conversation, too." "Then let's get outside in the shade and talk." We gathered up our stuff and wandered outside. I saw a place where we could see the ocean, it was grassy and shady. I pointed and Mike headed to a stack of plastic lounges. Two men who work at the resort met him there and soon we had seven lounges grouped together in the shade. The same men brought us towels and we spread them on the lounges. As I sat I asked, "Mike tell me about your relationship with Sue, please." "You want to know how we met and all that?" "No. Well, maybe later. What I want to know is how you put together your relationship. What beliefs guide your decisions?" Mike looked from me to Sue and back to me. "I... I have no idea how to answer." "Franklyn?" "We were married in a Catholic church. I guess we have a Catholic marriage, sort of." "Who makes the decisions?" "We both do," Mike said. Sue nodded. "Are there fights?" "You mean with words not fists, don't you?" "Yes." "Yes." "Tell me about the last one." "It was about a new bikini." Sue said. "He didn't like the color." "May I ask some questions?" They nodded. "The bikini was for this trip?" "Yes." "Why would you want a new bikini?" "To add a little spice to the trip." "When you wear it is it for me to look at, specifically? If you had it on right now would you be using it to attract me?" "No. I want Mike to like me in it." "What is Mike's favorite color?" "Aqua." "Why would the suit be anything but aqua?" "Because I have five aqua bikini's already." "Then you were not buying the new suit for Mike to look at. You were buying it for you to look at." "I'm tired of aqua. I guess you're right. I bought it for me." "The problem at the bottom of it all that caused the fight was that you weren't clear about what you were doing. Mike thought you were buying a bikini for him to look at. And, you were buying a color he doesn't like. You told yourself you wanted to wear it for Mike, but you were tired of aqua." Mike spoke up, "What we have here is a failure to communicate." "Yes. If you make a deal between you, not a compromise, a deal, an agreement you can eliminate ever having a fight about clothes again." "What agreement?" Angie wanted to know. "I will dress to please my partner at all times." "I like it!" Franklyn said. "That means you, Franklyn, will toss out all those old shirts that Angie hates. You will wear what she likes, always. It means, Mike, that before you go anywhere you check with Sue about what you will wear. Can you agree to do that?" "She gets final say about all my clothes?" "Yes. When you get home she goes through your closet and your chest of drawers and if she doesn't like it, it's a rag." "And, I get to do the same to her things?" "Yes." Angie had been smiling. She looked at Sarah and asked, "Do you have any clothes that Nick doesn't like?" "No. Let me tell you a story, if I may." She looked at me and I smiled. "When Nick and I first got together we went to my house and I took everything out of my closet and showed it to him. If he liked it, I still have it. The rest I gave away to friends and to Cheryl." "And I didn't take anything that Nick didn't like on me." "Weren't there things you really liked that Nick didn't?" Angie looked worried. "I love Nick. Why would I wear something that he doesn't like?" "Because you like it!" Angie almost stood up. "If my life is about pleasing me first, then I would still be living in the house where I met Nick, alone. My life isn't about me first. I'm actually not even second. I choose to make Nick first. I choose to make "us" second and I'm third." "What about Cheryl?" Mike asked. "Cheryl is a part of us. Just as my arm is a part of me, Cheryl is a part of us." "Well put, Sweetheart." I said. "Of course, you would say that! You win! They do everything to please you!" "And, what do I do?" "I don't know. What do you do?" "It is my responsibility to see that they are healthy, happy, cared for, nurtured, challenged, planned for, and constantly aware that they are completely loved. I make sure the bills are paid, the health insurance is paid, our cars all work and are safe, there is money for food, clothes, vacations and whatever we need or want to do." "Don't they work?" "Yes. And, I manage things so that all our needs are met." "I don't think I could turn over that much control to Franklyn or anyone." Angie said. She was sitting sideways on the lounge looking at me intently. Cheryl spoke up. "Angie, what would happen if you decided to trust Franklyn completely?" "He might..." "No!" Cheryl interrupted. "Not what might he do. What would happen?" "He'd make mistakes." "You never have made mistakes, have you?" "I have. But, they were my mistakes." "Has Franklyn ever made a mistake since he has been with you?" "Yes." "Did you help him fix it, repair the damage, make restitution?" "Yes." "And sometimes did you make him wrong and call him an asshole?" "Yes." "When Nick makes a mistake he knows he can count on both of us to do anything we can to fix, repair or make restitution. We are that kind of family. I promised him I am not about making him an asshole. I'm all about having our lives work." Franklyn looked at Angie and said, "I want to be the husband you can trust completely. I want to do for us what Nick does for his family. I cannot be that man alone. Can we work towards that kind of marriage?" Angie just looked at him. No anger. Thinking. "Hey! It's lunch time." I said. "Here is what I want each of you to do. Go to the office or a housekeeping person and get a small trash bag. While we eat lunch each of you go to your rooms separately and take one thing from your spouse's suitcase that you don't like. It may be a color you don't think looks good on them, it doesn't fit well, it's old. Whatever. Put it in the bag and bring it back here. Don't look in your own suitcase to see what was taken. Don't talk about it. Just bring it back here. Deal?" [Chapter 4 has been posted] Eric's Parting Gift Ch. 04 [If you read Chapters 1, 2 and 3 you know there is some BDSM, and that the story isn't all about pain. This tale is about the lives of these three people and how they make their unusual relationship work. In my experience every unusual relationship is not only unusual but somewhat unique as well. Relationship seldom fit into one category. You will find some explicit sex in this story, including coitus, anal play, oral, woman-woman and a few little changes to the ordinary. Some bondage, some ass smacking, pussy slapping, physical domination and exhibitionism as well.] "Hey! It's lunch time." I said. "Here is what I want each of you to do. Go to the office or a housekeeping person and get a small trash bag. While we eat lunch each of you go to your rooms separately and take one thing from your spouse's suitcase that you don't like. It may be a color you don't think looks good on them, it doesn't fit well, it's old. Whatever. Put it in the bag and bring it back here. Don't look in your own suitcase to see what was taken. Don't talk about it. Just bring it back here. Deal?" They looked at each other and agreed. We all went to lunch. At our table Sarah said, "We don't need to go to our room." "No. We already know Nick likes everything we own." "What about my suitcase?" I asked. "You like it all. In that case, I like it too." "Can Angie say that?" "No. She is Franklyn's wife. We are more." "Different. Between us, I agree you are much more than a wife. For them we are just different. I doubt seriously we will ever touch with these friends the true depth of our us." "Honey," Cheryl looked down in the first sub pose I had seen since we left L.A. "I am grateful for this conversation with our friends. I am learning a lot about us and why I am so happy." "Me too. Talking about relationships helps get clarity, if we are willing to go deep and be bare." I reached under Cheryl's towel and said, "May I have a taste?" "Of course, Honey. Anytime." I tasted her and then Sarah. "If they could put that on the salad it would be the best salad ever." Cheryl thought for a few seconds and said, "I would like to try that. Can we get a side salad?" "Try what?" Sarah asked. "Getting enough of our juices to dress a salad for Nick to eat." "And, how are we going to do that?" "Get a side salad and meet me back at the lounges. With your permission, Nick." I smiled and said, "I am so hungry for a Cheryl Sarah salad I can't wait to taste it." Sarah went to the kitchen and Cheryl took a glass and headed for the lounges. Mike came in with his bag, followed two minutes later by Angie and Sue and their bags. Franklyn followed a minute or so later. All the bags were put by my chair. Lunch was served and I said I was waiting for Cheryl and Sarah. My table mates finished their salads and their main course was delivered. Sarah walked in the Cheryl right behind her carrying the salad. She put it in front of me and said, "Honey, can we feed you this salad? I think you will like it." Sarah and Cheryl each picked up a folk and speared a piece of the salad. I saw the juices on the salad and knew they had done the job. There was lots of juice. I took the first bite from Cheryl. It tasted wonderfully. The juice I tasted was Cheryl's. The next bite was from Sarah's fork and it was Sarah's juices. "Thank you both. You each did a great job of making the salad truly unique. I love it and both of you." Sue looked at us and said, "What's so special about that salad?" Sarah said, "Did you have a salad?" "Yes." "What dressing did you have on it?" "Italian." "Nick's salad has Cheryl and Sarah on it." "What?" Mike asked. "Sarah and I took a bare salad out and we dripped our pussy juices on it." "Bullshit!" Sue said. "No one has that much juice!" "If I tease your g-spot you can cover a salad." "Is that real?" Franklyn asked. "I read it was a made up story." Sarah said, slowly, "The person who said the g-spot didn't exist, never met my fingers." Cheryl nodded and said, "Or Nick's." Mike leaned towards me and asked, "Can I have a taste, please." "Yes. I won't identify which lady seasoned the bite you get, but I can tell you, I know." Sue watched as Mike's fork speared a piece of lettuce and he popped it into his mouth. He chewed a few times and said, "Sweetheart, I want you to learn how to do that. That is the best salad I've ever tasted." "Pervert!" was Sue's smiling response. I took another bite and kissed Cheryl. She smiled and said, "Hmmm. Thank you Nick and Sarah." Angie stood up and walked over to me. "I can't stand it! May I have a taste? Please?" I handed her a fork. She speared a small tomato, looked at the juices covering it and popped it in her mouth. After she chewed it a couple of times I motioned her to lean down. I whispered in her ear, "You just ate Cheryl's pussy. Isn't it delicious?" She stood up and looked shocked, she smiled and said, "I could get to really like that." "What did Nick say?" "Ask him." "I'll tell you after you take a bite." I passed the salad around and each person took a bite, including Sarah and Cheryl. The plate had one bite left when I got it back. "What I said was, "You just ate Cheryl's pussy. Isn't it delicious?" "Yes!" was the answer. We ate dessert and made jokes about what could be done with crem brule. I collected all the bags and headed back to our lounges. I sat and asked Sarah to hand me one bag. "Here is what I want you to notice as I open the bags. Your thinking. It will jump to, "He doesn't like that?" Why?" You might think, "I'm not surprised she has hated that for years." Just notice. Don't say anything." I pulled out a yellow bikini. Everyone laughed. I passed it to Sue. I opened the next bag and pulled out a Grateful Dead Tour t-shirt. Mike groaned. I passed it to him. Next was a pair of large panties. Angie turned three different colors and I passed the panties to her. Last was a Hawaiian shirt in yellow and purple. It hurt my eyes to look at it. I passed it to Franklyn. I leaned to Sarah and whispered, "Please find a trash can and bring it here." She disappeared to do it. I leaned to Cheryl and said, "Please go to the lobby and bring a manager to me and have him bring some matches." She kissed my cheek and was gone. "Hold up the item. Look at it. Ask yourself this question: Which is more important to me my spouse's happiness or this? Now, look at your spouse. Don't speak." Sarah set a trash can in front of me. It was a five gallon metal bucket pained white. I saw Cheryl leading a man in whites towards us. "Don't move." I got up and met Cheryl and the manager before they got too close. "Sir, I would like your permission to buy that trashcan. I would also like permission to start a fire in it." "Ah, some type of psychological exercise no doubt. I would prefer that the fire happen on the sand instead of the grass. Would that be acceptable?" "Yes. Thank you." He handed me a propane lighter and walked back inside. Cheryl and I rejoined the group and walked them to the beach. I asked each of them to again look at the item and ask, "Which is more important to me my spouse's happiness of this?" If the answer is this, take it back and put it in your suitcase. If the answer is your spouse, throw it in this can." Mike stepped forward and started to drop the t-shirt in. "Tell her what you are doing and why." "Sue, you are more important to me than any t-shirt I have ever owned." Angie was next. She dropped the panties in and said, "Franklyn, I love you more than any panties. You are more important to me than they are." Franklyn stepped up. "I thought I loved this shirt. It has been getting between us every time you saw it since I bought it. You are more important than the shirt." Sue stepped to the bucket with the tiny yellow bikini in her hand. "I didn't understand. I want you to always look at me and be pleased with what you see. I can assert myself, my individuality, at work. When I am with you I am your wife. I will wear aqua forever." Sarah walked up and poured a glass of vodka on the clothes. I lit the torch and touched the clothes. We stood and watched them become ash. "The vodka was a good idea, Sarah." "I thought it might help." The couples stood together for a while and then wandered off. I knew we would see them again that evening. I waited until I was sure the fire was out and then I poured water in the can, just to be sure. A man in whites came and offered to dispose of the trash for us. I let him. We walked back to our room. When a couple approached us Cheryl spoke to them. "Are you having a great vacation?" The man said they had just arrived from Boston and they were excited to be there. Cheryl pointed out the spa, the dining room and the direction to the pool. She introduced all three of us and the man introduced them as Kendell and Heather. We said we looked forward to meeting them again and we walked off, as did they. "Once again, Honey, I have to admit you know what is best." "What do you mean?" "Last night you asked me to greet people, stand tall and be proud of who I am. I did it last night and I just did it again. I feel better about me when I am outgoing like that. We may have two new friends because I spoke up this afternoon." "Very nice." I said. "Very nice." In our room, I dropped on the bed. Sarah stood at my feet and asked, "Is there anything I can do to please or pleasure you?" "Yes. You can climb up here on the bed and give me your pussy to nibble on." She smiled and climbed on the bed, straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my mouth. Cheryl asked, "Is there anything I can do to please or pleasure you, Nick?" "Yes. (lick) You can suck me (lick) until I am hard and then ride me home." (lick) "Oh yes!" I felt her get on the bed and then I felt her hands and mouth on my cock. My concentration focused on Sarah's pussy and the wonderful taste of her. Soon my attention was drawn, by Cheryl, to what she was doing to and with me. She was slowly swallowing all of my cock and then sucking hard. I was very hard. She pulled her head off my cock and moved so she could lower her pussy onto my stand up cock. I pulled my mouth off Sarah's slippery wetness and said, "Ride me hard, Sweetheart! Get your pussy to suck my juices from me!" I sucked hard on Sarah and she slid back and forth on my face as Cheryl bounced up and down and rubbed her puss against me at the bottom of each stroke. My right hand found Sarah's ass and found the entrance to it. She leaned forward just a bit, making her pucker all the more available to me. I pushed and felt my finger slide into her ass. That pushed her into a shaking, moaning orgasm and her juices just about drowned me. As Sarah shook Cheryl grabbed her and held on. Her arms went around Sarah and she was still bouncing and rubbing against me. I could not hold back another second. When the first pulse of my juice shot up into Cheryl she screamed, "Thank you Nick! Thank you!" I felt her pussy muscles grab my cock and it felt like a vise held me. She held onto Sarah and kept both of them from falling off me. I pulled my finger out of Sarah and she moved to the right of me. Cheryl lifted off my wilting cock and slid down my legs until she could capture my cock in her mouth. She cleaned me up and then got off the bed. She went quickly into the bathroom. Sarah stayed beside me. We kissed, and when Cheryl came back to bed, we kissed some more. I don't know when or if Sarah got up and used the bathroom. I fell asleep. I slept for an hour. When I woke up it was because of a knock on our door. I motioned for Sarah, the closest to the door, to open it. Angie was outside. "Can I barge in?" I motioned her inside. I was still in the middle of the bed with Sarah snuggled next to me. "It looks like I'm interrupting. Maybe I should go." "No. Sit. Tell us why you're here." She sat in a chair. She looked at us and then she started to talk. "Franklyn and I have been married for twelve years. He's a good man and I know he loves me. But... but when you gave him a taste of your juices I almost cried. I get wet, but not that wet. I have orgasms but not the screaming kind I heard from this room." "Is that why you're here? You want to scream?" "No. I want to scream and not even know I screamed. I want the kind of orgasm that changes my world." "Where is Franklyn?" "He walked out on the pier. I said I would join him there." "Go get him. Tell him you have a big surprise for him and bring him here." She didn't move. Cheryl opened the door. I pointed at the open door. "Go!" She went. "What are you going to do?" "What do you think?" "You are going to ask Franklyn if you can fuck her?" I shook my head. "You want one of us to fuck him and teach him how to fuck her?" I shook my head again. "This is new territory for us. I want you to find her g-spot while Franklyn watches then teach him how to find it. I want you to let me eat you while you tell Franklyn what I'm doing to you. I want you to cum, but not until I pinch your nipple." "Are you going to eat me, or Sarah?" "I haven't decided. Does it matter?" They looked at each other and in unison said, "No." There was a knock at the door. Cheryl opened the door and Angie led Franklyn in. I got off the bed and asked Franklyn to lie down. "Franklyn, we want to give you a gift. It is an intimate gift and we have never given this gift to anyone. We want you to know that if you get freaked it is Ok to say stop, and we will. We want to show you how to find Angie's g-spot and how to eat her pussy so she has a great orgasm." "I am uncomfortable. I don't want to watch you eating Angie." "I am not going to eat Angie. I will eat either Cheryl or Sarah and you will copy what you see and hear when you eat Angie." "OK. That's better." "Angie, please lie on the bed next to Franklyn. Franklin get very close to Angie's pussy. Sarah, would you show Franklyn how to find her g-spot, please." Sarah lay between Angie's legs and touched her fingers to Angie to get them wet. "Angie isn't very wet. If I stick my fingers in her now it may be uncomfortable. I need to get her wet first." She leaned in and licked Angie. "Oh my God!" Angie said. Sarah licked her for a minute and then used her finger again. "Look Franklyn, look how wet she is. Touch her." His hand touched her and his finger easily slipped past her folds and into her vagina. Sarah pulled his hand back and slid her middle two fingers into Angie. "Reach in, with your palm up and curl your fingers touching the inside of her pubic bone. Angie can tell you when you touch something that feels different." Sarah stroked in and out, spending most of her time in as deep as her fingers could reach. "Oh." "When she says that I touched it. I go back and find it again." "Oh, yes! Right there!" "I rub it, press on it, gently, repetitively." "Oh that feels so strange. I like it but strange." "Wet your thumb or use your tongue and stroke her clit." Sarah leaned in again and her tongue stroked Angie's clit. Franklyn was close, watching every move. Sarah pulled back. "Franklyn, your turn. Reach in just as I did." He moved so he was between her legs and did just what he had seen Sarah do. His first touch inside found it. "Oh baby! That's it! Touch me right there!" "Play with her clit. Touch it gently and then when her entire body tenses, suck on it." "Oh my God! Franklyn! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" Sarah said, "Gently." "Oh! Stop! I need to pee! Franklyn stop!" "Don't stop! Suck on her!" She screamed and flooded Franklyn, the bed and sprayed some on the floor. Then, she went limp. She had passed out. Franklyn sat up and said, "What did I do?" "Wait." Angie's eye fluttered and then opened. She looked at Franklyn and said, "I've never felt anything like that in my life. Not right now, but I will want that again." "Are you Ok?" Franklyn asked. "Yes! Better than Ok. You just lit up my life. I'm still tingling all over." I spoke. "Franklyn, give us a minute to clean up a little and then we will leave you here for a while. Just lie with her. Hold her. Don't go for seconds. Talk, sleep, whatever." Sarah and Cheryl cleaned up with a couple towels and we left them in our room. We went for a walk on the beach. Cheryl spoke first. "When I watched you with Angie I got so turned on. I thought I was going to cum, just watching. I'm still very turned on." "Give me a taste." She dipped two fingers into her puss and put them in my mouth. We walked on. We walked out on the pier and saw a couple walking towards us. "I'd like a taste, please," I said. They both dipped two fingers into their pussies and gave me a taste. The man stopped and said something to the woman with him. She stopped, looked at us and then dipped her fingers in and gave him a taste. He smiled, kissed her and they resumed walking. Cheryl stood up tall and said, "Isn't it a great time for a walk?" "Yes, it is," the man said. "May I offer your man a taste?" The woman looked shocked and then said, "Only if we use my fingers." "Cheryl stepped close to the woman and spread her legs. As his woman reached into Cheryl's pussy the man grinned as wide as he could. His woman put her Cheryl wet fingers in his mouth. He sucked them dry. When the fingers came out of his mouth Cheryl said, "I'd like a taste too." The woman spread her legs and Cheryl dipped in. She pulled her wet fingers back and stuck them in my mouth. I sucked them in. The woman said, "I thought you wanted a taste." "I do. But I never taste a pussy Nick hasn't tasted first." Her fingers went back into the woman and then into Cheryl's mouth. "I feel left out. Seems everyone has tasted our new friend except me. I'm Sarah. May I?" "Yes. I'm plenty wet. I'm Helen. May I?" "Yes. Thank you." They dipped their fingers into each other and tasted. "Helen, you taste wonderfully." "So do both of you. Have you been here long?" "Arrived yesterday." "We've been here four days. You are the sexiest people we've met." "Cheryl gets the credit. She's getting over her shyness." "Wow! I never would have thought of you as shy." "I guess I'm not. Anymore." Helen turned to her man and said, "Honey, we need to go back to our room." "No, you don't. After dark sex outside is permitted. You want him, have him anywhere you want." I noticed his penis begin to grow, along with his grin. "No, we couldn't. You'd watch!" "We'll fuck too and we can watch each other!" Sarah said, then she looked at me and said, "If you want to." Helen bent and held on to the back of a park bench on the pier. Her man stepped behind her and slipped into her from behind. I had Cheryl lie on the bench with her head under Helen's tits and I held her legs up and fucked into her. Sarah knelt behind me and with every stroke she licked my balls. Cheryl sucked on Helen's tits. When Helen and her man came I pulled out of Cheryl. I had not cum. We thanked them for a fun meeting and walked on. At the end of the pier I said, "Before you get quite that friendly, check with me. If you make it up like that again, there will be consequences." "Yes, Mas... Nick." "I did not cum in you. I'm not going to cum in you tonight. I am not pleased." "I am sorry." "Think and communicate before you act." "Yes, Nick." At the end of the pier a light was out, leaving the end of the pier pretty dark. In the darkness a single park bench sat. I walked to it and motioned Cheryl across my lap. She bent and lowered herself onto my legs. "Open your legs." She spread her legs, opening her pussy for me. I slapped her ass hard. Eric's Parting Gift Ch. 04 "Thank you, Nick. One." I slapped her ass five times and then I slapped her pussy. The sound was the sound of slapping wet skin. Cheryl thanked me and counted. I had her stand. She thanked me for punishing her for not thinking of what I wanted. I had her climb onto the bench and fold herself over the back of the bench. Her sweet ass pointed up and her pussy was even more exposed than when she was over my lap. I slapped her ass again. "Thank you, Nick. Six." At ten I massaged her ass and finger fucked her for a minute, talking to her about her behavior. She had only done one thing I didn't like. She had not checked with me before she acted. Slaves don't do that. My slaves don't do that. She took ten more swats, five of which hit her open pussy. When she thanked me at twenty she asked if she could cum. "No. I wanted to fuck you out here on the pier. I wanted to slide into both of you and feel how hot, wet and sexy it is to have you out here. I cannot. If I fuck you here you will behave like... you'll behave again like a woman with her own pussy! I love you and you must learn how to care for my pussy!" I helped her stand on the pier. I held her in my arms and kissed her mouth. Then I stepped back and said, "Please make me hard so I can fuck Sarah." Cheryl dropped to her knees and sucked me. When I was hard she looked up at me and I pulled out of her mouth. Sarah was on her back on the bench, watching us and waiting. I went between her legs and bent over her body. I kissed her, long and tenderly. She put her arms around me and gave the kiss back. Her legs came up and she opened herself to me. My cock slid into Sarah and she said, "Thank you, Honey." I used her body for my pleasure and at the pace and strength that worked for me. I spoke to her, knowing that Cheryl would be listening and watching. "You gave your body, mind and spirit to me and I am grateful. I respect your gift and I require that you treat yourself to make your life the best it can be. Disobedience cannot be a part of our family. Do I take good care of you?" "Yes, Nick. You take good care of both of us." I increased my pace and the pressure when I slapped my body against Sarah's.. "I do not understand. Cheryl seems to think she is not my slave. She seems to think I will tolerate her independent actions with the body she gave me!" My hands held Sarah's ankles high and wide. Her hands held the bench so when I slammed into her she would not slide along the bench. "I don't know if I am more angry or disappointed." I stopped. I wanted to cum inside her, hold her and enjoy her body against mine. I also wanted both of them to get a message. I pulled out and stood next to Sarah and jerked myself off. When I came I let it fall on the pier. I waited a minute while my cock shrank down to it's normal size. I turned to Sarah and said, "Please, clean me." She used her mouth to clean me. Her eyes never left mine as she did the job. Her eyes were full of tears but I did not see one fall. "I could not give you my seed. You did nothing wrong, and I just couldn't give you my seed. That should be done in pleasure and joy. I got the release I needed, without the joy." Sarah was sitting on the bench with her face a few inches from my now limp penis. Cheryl was still on her knees a few feet from the bench. I stepped to the railing and looked out at the black night. Off in the distance I saw the lights of a boat. Time passed. When I turned Sarah was still sitting on the bench.. Cheryl was still on her knees. Both had been quietly crying. "Get up, both of you." They did. Standing together looking at me I wanted to hold them and comfort them. I did not. "I am going back to our suite. I will go into the bedroom we have not used and I will sleep there. You two will wait here until I am out of sight. You will walk back to our suite and sleep in the bed where we slept last night. Do not touch your pussies! Do not find a way to cum! Do you understand?" "Yes, Nick." They said in unison. I turned and walked away. I did not hurry. After I left the pier I walked directly back to our suite. Inside, I showered and went to bed, closing the door between the two bedrooms. I heard them come in about fifteen minutes later. They showered and went to bed. I wondered what the conversation was like on their walk. I guessed their behavior the next day would tell me. I woke up at a little after seven. I got up and put on a pair of shorts and walking sandals. When I opened the door into the room where Sarah and Cheryl slept they were asleep. "Ladies, we are going to the gym. Please get ready quickly." "Yes, Nick." They said and quickly gathered the shampoo, soap and things for our morning workout and shower. They stayed two steps behind me all the way to the workout room. Not a word was spoken. Inside I went to a treadmill and stepped on. Sarah said, "We should warm up a little first." I nodded and did the warm up stretches. They both worked hard at the workout and did not complain or moan at all. I caught Cheryl crying once. I said nothing. My one hour workout was over at 8:20. I took Cheryl by the hand and led her to a treadmill. "I'll be back in twenty minutes. Be walking when I get here." I left for the shower. When I got to the door I motioned for Sarah to follow. I let her shower me, shave me, and when her washing started me toward getting hard she said, "My I please you?" "Yes! Give me your ass." She turned and held her ass cheeks wide for me. I touched my cock to her pucker and she pushed back, forcing us to join. When I was inside her ass I stroked slowly until she was able to take a faster pace. I slammed against her, holding her ass in my hands and watching my cock disappear into her. I let my anger rise and my ass fucking her became a vent for the anger. When my cock erupted deep inside her I bellowed! The release felt good. I put one hand on Sarah's back, holding her bent over and I pulled out. The water from the shower ran down her back and into the crack of her ass. I used my fingers and the stream of water to clean her ass, inside and out. I saw a little blood as I cleaned her. My hands helped her stand upright and I kissed her. Tender and soft, there was no passion in the kiss. When I ended the kiss I turned and walked back into the gym. I looked over Cheryl's shoulder. The readout on the treadmill read, 1.22 miles, 16:18 minutes/sec. Sweat ran off her body. I stepped back and she continued to walk. I was out of her line of sight. I watched for fifteen more minutes. She held on to the handrails for support. She stumbled once. When she did I said, "Enough." The readout said, 1.97 miles 33:51 min/sec. She didn't turn. She stood on the treadmill holding the handrails and breathing hard. I helped her off the treadmill and into the shower. Sarah was still under the water. We washed Cheryl and when she was clean I shut off the water and we dried her. I had her stand before me as I sat on a bench drying her legs and ass. My face was inches from her pussy. I looked up at her and said, "You disappointed me yesterday." A tear fell from her eye. Her head was bowed. "Sarah and I are walking over to breakfast. I want you to go back to our suite and put on you bikini bottoms. Then join us at breakfast. Be bright and cheerful at breakfast. If anyone presumes to ask why you have bikini bottoms on you may tell them that I asked you to hide your pussy for today. You may not say more than that." "Yes Nick. Thank you for loving me enough to punish me and teach me." I took Sarah's hand and we left the shower room. Cheryl collected the shampoo and things and went back to our suite. As we sat for breakfast Angie and Franklyn joined us. Angie was glowing. She came to Sarah and kissed her good morning and said, "Thank you." Then she did the same to me. Franklyn said thanks and they sat down. "I take it you two are getting along well?" "Yes! We went through our suitcases and filled a trashcan with things we don't want any more. Franklyn is getting quite good at lighting my fires with his fingers, mouth and cock." "I notice a slight abrasion on your breast." I said. "Whisker burn." "If you shave just before bed and when you get up in the morning that is less likely to happen." "Twice a day?" "That is an abrasion on the breast of the woman you love. You did that to her. Did you intend to injure her?" "No. I was loving her." "Angie, would the loving have been more enjoyable without the burn?" "Yes." "How much are you willing to do to have Angie happy?" "I'll carry a razor with me at all times." Angie beamed, "That's love!" When the waiter delivered our breakfast Sarah asked him, "Is there an aloe vera plant nearby?" The man looked puzzled and Sarah pointed to Angie's breast. He smiled and rushed off. Less than two minutes later he was back carrying a two inch piece of aloe vera plant. Sarah looked at me, got my nod and applied the sap to Angie's breast. "Oooo, it's cool." "It will stop the pain and help it heal quickly." Cheryl joined us. She was wearing a maroon bikini bottom. As she sat she said good morning to everyone. Angie asked, "On your period?" "No. Nick asked me to hide my pussy today." Cheryl said it and picked up her fork and took a bite. Angie and Franklyn looked at me and Angie asked, "Why would you want her to hide her beautiful pussy?" "Sometimes, even when you know what's in the present knowing you can unwrap it anytime makes it a little more exciting. I know what's inside the bikini. Cheryl knows too. Now she will think about and I will think about when it will get unwrapped and nibbled on." "You think sexier than any man I have ever known." Angie said. "Thank you." Cheryl smiled at me. Her eyes search my face for some sign. She didn't find it. "Are you sore, Cheryl?" "A little tired, Honey. That was an intense workout." Franklyn asked about the workout and Cheryl told him about most of it. Mike and Sue arrived and joined us. Mike asked if we were going on the boat trip and we said yes. Mike said he saw the boat the day before and it was a big catamaran. I asked Sarah to go and get our sunscreen so we wouldn't burn out on the water. She came back and when we were ready we went outside. The crew outside had set up our lounges in the shade as they had been the day before. I took the bottle of sunscreen and spread it all over Sarah and on Cheryl. I didn't take her suit off, I just squirted some lotion on my hand and ran it inside the bottoms. She was protected. I handed the bottle to Sarah and she squirted some in Cheryl's hands, then more in her hands. Cheryl applied the lotion to my back half and Sarah the front. She made sure my penis and other sensitive parts were well protected. We walked to the pier and Sarah said, "I've got an idea that the pier is quite romantic at night." "We heard from a couple in the hot tub last night that they met someone out on the pier and the two couples fucked out there." "Really? Right out there under the lights?" "Yes. can you imagine?" "Quite easily." I said. Two hours later we had crossed the distance between the resort and a small island. The crew dropped anchor and served drinks and snacks while people swam to the island, swam around the boat and frolicked on the boat. Between the two hulls of the catamaran a net stretched across the bow. Mike took Sue out on the netting and they began playing in a rather sexual manner. I sat down with Sarah and Cheryl and watched. Mike kissed and sucked her breasts for a while as he played in her pussy with his hands. They swung into a sixty-nine position with Mike on the bottom. We could watch him licking her pussy and could only assume what she was doing to his parts. "Would you like to join them, Sarah?" "If it pleases you." "When you were with Eric, did he have you be with others?" "Yes. It turned him on to see me with others." "Men and women?" "Yes." "Cheryl, have you ever been with a woman, just a woman?" "As a part of our threesome, yes. No other time." "I want to watch the two of you love each other. If you can orgasm, it is Ok to do so. I want you to pleasure each other." "Where?" Sarah asked. "When?" Cheryl asked. I pointed at the netting beside Mike and Sue. "There and now." "Am I to keep the bikini on?" "Yes. Sarah can pull it to the side of she wants but it cannot come off." I made a motion with my hand and they went. At the edge of the netting they stood and kissed. Their hands explored and their mouths connected. From the twenty or so feet away I could feel the energy as they got into loving each other, for my pleasure. They knelt and then lay on the netting. Sarah sucked on Cheryl's breast as her hand pulled on Cheryl's other nipple. I saw Cheryl wince and Sarah change, now kissing the nipple she had just pulled. Cheryl lay back and opened herself to the pleasure Sarah was giving. Sarah's hand went inside Cheryl's bottom and cupped her puss. Cheryl arched a little and kissed Sarah. Mike stopped fucking Sue and watched Sarah and Cheryl for a few moments. His attention returned to Sue and his motions intensified. Very soon he bellowed and filled his wife with his sperm. They kissed and lay side by side, watching Sarah and Cheryl. Ten more people watched Sarah and Cheryl. They twisted around and Cheryl was above Sarah. She sucked on Sarah's breast and lowered her own breast to Sarah's mouth. Mike said, "Oh Man, is that hot!" Angie appeared from one side and dropped beside Sarah on the netting. Cheryl and Sarah untangled and Cheryl called out to me, "Angie wants to play too." I nodded and Sarah pulled Angie to her. Cheryl watched for a moment, readjusted herself and fit into the puzzle. Sarah had put her head between Angie's legs and held her hips with her hands. Cheryl lay next to Angie and held one breast while she sucked the other. Franklyn sat near me. "Angie has been hot for both of them since we were in your room." "I've been hot for them longer than that." I said. Angie began to shake and suddenly stiffened. Sarah grabbed her ass hard and Angie screamed! If she squirted it fell into the water below the three. Then Angie turned and buried her face into Sarah's pussy. Sarah sat on Angie's face and rode her. Cheryl positioned herself beside the women and held a breast of each, pulling and twisting the nipple. Sarah leaned a little and kissed Cheryl as she came. From twenty feet away I could see her shake and hear her moan. Sarah flopped off Angie and Cheryl lay next to her. They rested a moment or two and then Angie moved. She pulled the bikini bottoms to the side and buried her face in Cheryl's wetness. In mere seconds Cheryl screamed and clamped her legs on Angie's head. The assembled peanut gallery clapped and cheered. The three women lay in the netting for a couple minutes and then got up and came to where Franklyn and I were sitting. "Franklyn, I want you to give your permission for Angie to let me taste her pussy." "Yes! If she wants to." "Angie, I want to taste you." Her hand started for her puss. "Directly." I was sitting on the deck and Angie walked up to me and kept coming until her pussy was in my mouth. I sucked her juices and licked her inner lips. She tasted salty and fresh. I spent thirty or so seconds enjoying her. I used my hands to help her back away from my face. "Turn about is only fair, Franklyn. You may taste either Sarah or Cheryl." He looked at both women. I would have bet he would pick Cheryl. Her pussy was hidden. He pointed at Cheryl. "Do just like Angie did. Step up and give Franklyn a drink of your juices." She did. Franklyn licked her and sucked her as he held her ass with his hands. I let him have quite a few seconds and Cheryl was starting to quiver when I said, "Enough." Cheryl backed away, straightening the bikini bottom to once again hide her pussy. A horn sounded. A man yelled "Five minutes!" The crew readied the boat to head back. Sarah sat on one side of me and Cheryl on the other. As the anchor came up we had lot of space between any of the other passengers and ourselves. I leaned to Sarah and said, into her ear, "You made me proud. Every man on the boat wishes he were me. Every woman on the boat wants to make love with you." We kissed. I tasted pussy in her mouth. I leaned to Cheryl and said, "You made me proud. Every man on the boat wishes he were me. Every man and woman on the boat wants your pussy." She pulled back and said, "No!" "No?" "They cannot have my pussy!" "Oh?" "I don't have a pussy." Her fingers went into it. "This pussy is yours! It does what you want. I take care of it so that it can bring you pleasure." Her fingers came out and she offered them to me. I sucked them clean. "My pussy?" "For you to use anyway you want." "Then go out there on the netting and take off the bottoms. Lay on your back and invite me into my pussy." With the wind in her face and the boat bouncing in the waves she made her way out onto the netting. She tried to stand and take off the bikini bottoms but fell on her ass and stayed down. She threw the bottoms at Sarah and Sarah caught them. People cheered. Cheryl lay back, spread her legs and crooked her finger at me, then pointed right into her opening. I yelled, "What?" "Come fuck your pussy!" She yelled back. I worked my way to her and kissed her as I lay between her legs. I slipped right in. The captain turned the boat into the wind and we bounced through the waves and as the twin bows hit them the spray came right up and washed over Cheryl and I. She held on with both hands and wrapped her legs around me. I hooked my feet through the ropes and held onto the ropes with my hands. My hips pistoned my cock in and out of Cheryl as we laughed and sputtered and felt the waves crashing on us. "Oh, Nick! I am so sorry! Fuck me forever! Use my pussy, Use your pussy! Fill me up!" I did. When I felt like I had given her most of my load I pulled out and turned. I ate her to another orgasm and she cleaned me with her mouth. The captain turned again and the ride became smoother. No more large waves soaked us. We helped each other off the netting and we sat back by Sarah. We caught our breaths and Sarah leaned to me and asked, "Can we come back tomorrow?" "Why?" I asked. "I want to be taken like that." "We can come back tomorrow." As we exited the boat I asked the captain, "How much does a second trip cost?" He smiled, "You would like to go again tomorrow?" "Yes!" "The three of you?" "Yes!" He pulled me aside. "Come for free! You three are good for business!" I thanked him and returned to the pier. As we walked Sarah asked, "Are we going again tomorrow?" I nodded. We showered on the beach and went to our lounges. Then I noticed something. "Cheryl, where are the bottoms?" "I was bad. I lost them. I think I let them go when we were fucking during the storm." Sarah laughed, "There was no storm." "Maybe not where you were!" We all laughed. Then Sarah showed me the bottoms. "Cheryl threw them to me before you went on the net. I had them in the bag with the sunscreen." "Tell me about the ménage on the netting." "As I crawled out there I realized I was going out there to give you pleasure. The more pleasure I had the more I could please you. You wanted this. When Angie joined us I knew the thing to do was ask you." "You did exactly the right things. Did you enjoy eating and being eaten?" "Yes, but I like it when you eat me better." "How was it when Franklyn ate you?" "That wasn't Franklyn." "It wasn't?" "No. As I stepped to him I closed my eyes and told myself you had forgiven me and it was you eating me. If you hadn't said "Enough" when you did I would have cum in his mouth." Eric's Parting Gift Ch. 04 I smiled. My peripheral vision saw someone coming and I looked to my left. It was Mike and Sue. They were smiling wide smiles. Sue couldn't wait. She said, "We have a gift for you!" "A gift?" Sarah asked. Mike said, "We decided that boat trip was so much fun we bought tickets for tomorrow too. We'll go to a different island." "What's our surprise?" Cheryl asked. "We bought tickets for you, too!" The boat captain just made more money. We smiled and thanked Mike and Sue. "Why buy us tickets too?" Sarah asked. "The tickets cost thirty-five a piece. I'd pay five hundred to see what I saw today. If I live to be a hundred I will never forget that boat trip!" Cheryl asked, "Did Angie get a ticket too?" "Sue answered, "No. Tomorrow I want to take her place." "Who's place?" Angie said as she and Franklyn walked up. "Yours!" Sarah said. "Sue wants us to go on the boat trip tomorrow so she can take your place on the net." "Well, we can all go. Franklyn bought us all tickets for tomorrow!" We all laughed and laughed hard. Franklyn got a strange look on his face. I answered his unasked question. "There are seven of us. Mike bought five tickets. You bought seven. I think we have enough." "Oh. Well, it'll work out somehow. Can we eat? I'm hungry." The dining room was full and we stood waiting. As a table cleared Mike got an idea. He stepped forward and announced, "There is another boat trip tomorrow. I have five tickets I don't need. I promise you a trip you will never forget!" No one moved. "How many of you were on the trip today?" I asked. A dozen hands went up. "Was it exciting and fun?" Nods and a few "Yeah's. "We loved it so much we're going again tomorrow!" "I'll take two!" A man yelled. Mike said, "Sold. Now I have three and they go as a package." "I'll take all three." The man was the man married to Helen. He had not been on the boat but had figured they ought to go on the next ride. While we ate the men who bought the tickets came back with their money. There was a sign put up that the boat trip had sold out. Near the end of dinner Sarah and Cheryl went to the bathroom. Three other women from other tables followed them in. There were gone a while and all of them came back together. When they sat back down Sarah said, "You may not believe what just happened." "What?" Angie asked. "Three women followed Cheryl and I into the bathroom and they want to know if they can join us on the net tomorrow!" "I want something on the trip tomorrow. I didn't see a camera on the boat today. I don't want one tomorrow either. If someone wants to bring a camera we aren't going. I don't want someone a week or a year from now telling me they saw me or Sarah or Cheryl, Sue or Angie fucking on the internet." "Agreed!" Everyone said. "We need to have someone at the boat before anyone get on board. We need more than someone's word they don't have a camera. We need to check." "I'll be there at the butt crack of dawn!" Mike said. "I didn't know you even knew Dawn." Sue said. We laughed and Sue kissed Mike. "I'll bring you food while you're on watch," Sue volunteered. We ate. After the dessert we sat and talked. The manager that had lent me the propane torch came by and said that if we were interested he would have sand chairs moved by a fire pit out on the beach and he would have it lit and snacks delivered. We accepted his offer and left the dining room. The chairs were already set up, The fire was burning and drinks and snacks were waiting for us. We knew where to sit because the man had them bring the drinks we always ordered. Three Diet Cokes for the three of us. Two Margarita's for Mike and Sue. A beer for Franklyn and a white wine for Angie. I sat and took a drink. "You never drink alcohol?" Franklyn asked. "Almost never. I had some moonshine back in sixty-four when I was stationed in Biloxi. I think that was the last time. No. I had a sip or two of a Margarita a few summers ago." Cheryl said, "I get stupid when I drink. I don't like me stupid, so I quit. Not a drop anymore. I'm glad Nick doesn't drink. If he did, I wouldn't want to kiss him as much as I do." "I never developed at taste for it." We sat in the quiet for a while. The fire made soft noises, the surf made a rhythmic noise in the background and we were quiet. I noticed Mike fidgeting. It lasted about five minutes. "Can I have everyone's attention?" Mike stood. He was next to Sue sitting in a sand chair. "I have something to say to Sue and I want all of you to hear me, be my witness and kick my ass if I ever try to go back on what I say." He took a deep breath. Sarah took my hand and Cheryl sat in my lap. "Nick introduced me to a new way of thinking. Imagine, thinking more about Sue's happiness and needs than my own. I tossed out my favorite Grateful Dead t-shirt. It was a symbol. Since then I have tossed other things I know Sue didn't like or didn't love." Another deep breath. "When we get home I want you to go through all my clothes, all my books, magazines, crap and you can sell it, give it away or burn it. We will go shopping and you will dress me so that every time I get dressed you'll like what I have on. I've started shaving twice a day. I make the public commitment to you that I made two days ago in my head. Your happiness and well being are more important to me than anything else in my life. I choose to love you every moment of the rest of your life." He sat down. No one moved. We looked at Sue. She was crying. "Sue?" I said. "I have been so worried for two days. Mike has been different. Distracted. Not his old self. I thought he had fallen for Sarah or Cheryl or Angie and was leaving me. When he stood up here by the fire I thought he was about to humiliate me by telling all of you he was leaving me! I was crying before he said anything. Now look at what he has done! Oh Mike! I was willing to live with you and love you with the Grateful Dead and your books and toys. You want to give me more? I accept." She paused. "On one condition. You let me give you the same gift. Toss out anything you don't want to see me wear. I'll never buy anything to wear without you agreeing. I will dress to please you, cook to please you, live with you first. I love aqua!" They kissed and we clapped. Sarah leaned to me and said, "You make people want your kind of love." I smiled. We watched the fire as it dwindled. Franklyn stood and said, "I won't give as good a speech as Mike but I want you all to know our relationship has changed too. Angie and I haven't had the best marriage and this trip was for us to decide to stay together or split up. When Nick pulled that Hawaiian shirt out of Angie's bag I thought, "That is the final straw. I'm done." Then I watched Mike and Sue and Angie and I realized my life has been about me. Every day of the forty-seven years I've been alive have been about me. I've been in my head for two days, like Mike. I watched Angie mix it with Cheryl and Sarah today and I realized that I'm lucky. Angie is beautiful and could be with damn near any man. She chose me. It is about time I make a public declaration: Angie, you are more important to me than I am! Toss anything of mine you don't like. Pick my clothes. Your happiness is what I'm all about." "Wait! Don't sit back down." Angie got up and stood next to Franklyn. "I've got something to say to you. Starting now, I live to have you be happy. You want me in bikini panties, I'll love wearing them. You want me to dress a certain way, I'll do it! Toss out the fru-fru stuff from our house. It was my house and now it's our house. I choose to love you!" They kissed and we clapped. Sarah looked at me and squeezed my hand. "What?" "I want to speak." "Then do." "I love each of you. This is our first vacation together. The day after I became Nick's we went to my house and tossed all the things he didn't like. Within two more days Cheryl was in our house and bed. I wondered how important I was. I wondered if I was just a pussy for him to fuck. Nick has changed everything in his life to love and care for Cheryl and me. Right now a contractor is remodeling our bathroom so we can shower together. He brought us on vacation so we didn't have to put up with the dust and mess of remodeling. He thinks of us all day every day. His first wife died over five years ago. I watched him suffer that loss and saw him live alone for a long time. When my husband died he took me in immediately. When Nick takes you in, he takes you in all the way in. He loves me. He loves Cheryl. I am honored that he chooses me. I choose him and I freely give him my life. I know a secret about each of you as well. Nick loves you. He loves you Mike as if you have always been his brother. And you Franklyn. He loves Angie and Sue with the same commitment to your happiness as he has for Cheryl and me. If anything ever happens and you need him, Nick is there. Nick, I love you. There is no more to say." Sue looked at me, with Cheryl in my lap and now Sarah too. She said, "I love all three of you. I am honored even to know you." A tall thin man dressed in white stepped close to the fire. "We are about to stop service for the night. May I get you anything? More wood for the fire? Drinks?" I looked and my watch read almost one in the morning. "Thank you Sir, but no. We are all going to bed. We have a big day tomorrow." We hugged and kissed good-night and all of us went to our rooms. Tomorrow promised to be a big day. Eric's Parting Gift "Well? Do I keep it?" "Yes! It flatters you." She smiled, said "Thanks" and pulled off the dress. She bent to the pile and picked up another dress. It went to the discard pile. I sat watching both women in the nude as they sorted thru clothes. After about ten minutes Sarah asked if she could go to the bathroom. I nodded and she went. As soon as she was gone Cheryl asked, "Where is Eric?" "Gone." "A trip or forever?" "Forever." "Sarah is yours now?" I looked at her a long time. Before I answered she spoke again. "I knew about Sarah giving herself to Eric. I knew her before she did it and I've watched her since. Something about being submissive really works for her. I like you already. I love Sarah. Please be good to her." "Much better than good." Sarah was in the doorway when the next knock came and she looked to me. I motioned her to the door and she went. It was another of her friends come to check out the clothes. They were joking about Sarah opening the door nude when they came into the clothes room and the friend saw Cheryl was nude too. Before she saw me she said, "Well, if that's the way this is going..." and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Then she noticed me. Her hands flew over her breasts and her mouth opened. Cheryl said, "Meet Nick. He's cool." "I'm sorry. I was not expecting to see a man sitting here with both Sarah and this lady nude." "I'm sorry," Sarah said, "This is Cheryl. Cheryl, this is Rose." Sarah and Cheryl explained the pile method and Rose stuffed her shirt in her bag and began her own pile. I watched. All three women were about five six or seven, slender, with "A" or "B" cup sized breasts. Sarah was clean shaven, Cheryl had a small patch above her slit and Rose had kept her jeans on. Sarah's breasts were like cones that came to darkened nipples, Cheryl's breasts were rounder and wider than Sarah's and the smallish pink nipples were pierced with tiny gold loops thru them. Now I could see that Rose's tits swooped from her chest to the nipple points and when she leaned to the pile they extended from her chest in a delightful way. I also noticed a fading hickey on the side of her right breast. Sarah picked a dress, pulled it on and looked at me. It was a chocolate cocktail dress, high on her thigh, tight, and the bodice pushed her breasts into view quite nicely. "Keep that one." I said. Cheryl asked about another dress and it too was a keeper. Two dresses later Rose pulled off her jeans and pulled on a dress. It was a dress that didn't look good on either Sarah or Cheryl but did look good on Rose. Her pale skin and black hair went with the dress well. I said so and both Sarah and Cheryl agreed. Rose smiled and took off the dress. Three women of about the same size but such different looks. It was about four when the knock came on the front door again. Sarah looked at me and I nodded. She went to the door and came back with another friend. Introductions were made and the sorting continued. Sarah looked at one more dress and was done. Cheryl tried on two more and took both of them. Rose had about ten more to go and Andrea had twenty. When Sarah was finished I patted the sofa next to me and she came and sat next to me. We kissed and then she whispered, "Nick, do you want me to get dressed?" I shook my head, No. We watched the other three and gave our opinion when asked. When Cheryl finished sorting she looked at us, thought for a moment and asked, "Nick, may I join you on the couch?" I nodded. She came to the couch and sat on the other side of me from Sarah. She leaned to my ear and whispered, "Nick, do you want me to get dressed?" My eyes went to her face. She was smiling and looking at my chest. A submissive pose. Was she offering me what she appeared to be offering? Was this the place to give her a proper answer? I quietly said "No." When I looked at Sarah she was smiling and watching Rose. Rose ended up with her car filled with new clothes. Andrea took everything the others had left. Cheryl loaded her car with clothes but her entire pile didn't fit. I told her we would meet her at the house the next day at ten in the morning. She said, "Yes, Nick." The tone and inflection told me that she was saying Nick but meant "Master." Rose and Cheryl left and Sarah and I loaded what we could into my CR-V. Sarah had redressed in her jeans and shirt before the others had left and when we got in the front to drive away Sarah asked, "Do you want me to ride home with clothes on or off?" I thought for a moment. No one had ever asked me that question before. "Just take off your jeans." She did. As we rode along I thought about her willingness to please me. No, not willingness, focus on pleasing me. "Sarah, spread your legs." One knee against the door and the other against my leg. She didn't hesitate. "Are you wet?" "Yes, Honey. I have been wet almost all day." "Give me a taste." Her fingers went immediately into her pussy and then to my mouth. I could smell her as her hand came up and I could taste her nectar as soon as her fingers went in my mouth. I looked over and a guy in the car next to us was watching as her fingers were in my mouth. "Again," I said. Sarah's hand left my mouth, went into her pussy and right back to my mouth. The man was still watching. I held her fingers in my mouth until the car behind honked. The light had changed to green. I drove us home. On the way I had Sarah give me tastes and make a call to Mogan's restaurant. They deliver in our neighborhood. Dinner would arrive about five minutes after we did. At home I pulled into the garage and sent Sarah into the house with an arm load of clothes. I gathered another armload and headed in. When I dumped the clothes on the bed I told Sarah to stay and put them away and I would unload the car. As I exited the house two young men came round the corner of the garage with our dinner. I stopped, paid them and took the bag with the food. "Can I hire the two of you for about ten minutes?" "For?" The older one asked. "I've got a car full of boxes that all need to get from the car into the house. If you'd help I think about ten minutes would get the job done." "How many of those boxes are books?" The smaller, younger one asked. "I'll take those two myself. Most of the boxes are things like socks and shoes and bathroom stuff." "OK." They followed me into the garage. I was right, ten minutes and we were done. I gave them each a twenty. They smiled and said we should call anytime. Five more minutes and I called Sarah for dinner. When she walked into the kitchen she still didn't have pants on. The front door was open and I wondered if any neighbors had noticed her walk past the door. I realized that I now wanted more privacy. The thinking of how to get more I put back in the recesses of my thinking knowing that the answer would come. We talked thru dinner and laughed as well. Sarah's comfort level was increasing as the hours went by. We cleaned up what little needed cleaning after dinner and spent the rest of the evening putting Sarah's things into what was now our home. I was aware that the more we integrated her stuff into the house the happier she became. By bed time she knew this was not temporary. She was here to stay. I led her to our bedroom. We both stood by the bed and I took her in my arms. She tilted her head up and I kissed her lips. It was incredible. I could feel the total submission in her lips. When I opened my lips hers followed my lead. One kiss lead to many. I realized that she would stand on the spot kissing as long as that was what I wanted to do. She was the willing participant with no expectation that I would do anything that I wasn't doing. My hands held her hips and I pushed her gently back. Sarah went. I let go of her and said, "Undress me, please." "Yes, Honey." I had heard the word Honey many times in my life but never with the power it had coming from Sarah. Her fingers worked at my clothes and soon I was standing nude before her, with my clothes folded neatly in a pile on a nearby chair. "Finish getting undressed." I watched as she quickly finished. She stepped out of her shoes. "Are you wet?" I asked. "I think so, Honey." "I will need to check." I held out a finger at the level of her slit and she walked the step to my hand and slid her pussy onto my finger. She was very wet. I withdrew the finger and offered it to her. "Taste." Her mouth opened and took my finger in. The entire offered finger. She sucked on it. I pulled it out. "Are you wet?" I asked again. "Nick, I am wet." "What does that wetness mean?" "It means that my pussy is ready to please you any way you would like, Honey." "If zero is the state of not wanting to be touched at all and ten is the state of being in the midst of an orgasm where are you right now?" "Six." "Good. Now lay down on the carpet, please." "Face up or down, Nick?" "Up." I had her put her arms folded behind her head. I told her that she was not allowed to remove them from behind her head until I gave permission. My face was mere inches from her small breast when I reclined on the carpet next to her. It stood as a small pointed cone on her chest. It's near twin a few inches farther away. I say near twin because this breast had a small mole about a quarter of an inch from the edge of the quarter sized areola. I used my index finger and gently traced a circle around the areola, hitting that mole at each revolution. My index finger was in its third lap when I asked, "Can you feel it when I touch the mole?" "Yes, Honey." She whispered. "Put one finger in your slit. Every time I touch the mole you may gently brush the finger across your clit. When you get to eight on the scale tell me." Saran used her middle finger and when I touched her mole she stroked once across her clit. I spent about ten seconds for each lap around her areola. With each touch her breathing changed, redness spread across her chest. "Eight, Honey." "Thank you. Tell me when you are at nine." My finger continued lap after lap. "Nine! Honey." Sarah's hips were moving on their own in a fucking motion. The hand not at her pussy was gripping the carpet. Her nipples were tight and seemed to be arcing to touch my hand. It didn't happen. As my finger went around it touched the mole. Her finger stroked her clit. "Nine, Honey!" "Take your finger out of your pussy. When I touch the mole you will still feel the stroke on your clit. On the tenth stroke you will cum. Count the strokes for us." Around my finger went. As it crossed the mole she said, "One!" With slightly more pressure I went around again. As I touched the mole she said, "Two!" Each time her voice got louder and more excited. At "eight!" she was almost screaming. At nine I stopped my finger on the mole. Sarah's eyes shot open and she looked at me. "Sarah, do you want to cum?" "Yes, my Honey, Yes." My finger quickly went once more around at hit the mole. Sarah spasmed and groaned. For over a minute her body felt the orgasm as it spread through her nervous system and finally relaxed. I had remained still, watching her. Sarah's eyes opened. She looked at me and said, "Thank you, Honey." I asked if she was cold. She was not. I asked if she needed to use the bathroom. She did not. I told her to stand up. She did. I asked her if she trusted me. She answered that her very life was mine to do with as I saw fit. "What if I want to hurt you?" "I will not resist." "What if I want to have you fuck someone other than me?" "I will not resist." "What if I want you to sleep with me tonight?" "I will not resist." Sarah smiled and her eyes twinkled. Five minutes later we were both in bed. As I was falling asleep with her against me I realized that Sarah would not initiate sex or anything with me. She trusted that I would take care of her and me. The weight of the responsibility was powerful. My alarm was set for 6:15am as it always was. Since this was a day off and I had not remembered to shut it off before we went to bed it woke us at 6:15. I was spooned against Sarah's back. After hitting the alarm I turned her to face me and kissed her. Some women I had been with didn't like first-thing-in-the-morning kisses. They wanted to get up and brush their teeth, use mouthwash or whatever. This morning I wanted to kiss. Sarah did not resist. I kissed her mouth twice. After the second kiss I asked her if she needed to pee. When she returned she resumed the exact position she had been in when I asked. "Sarah, it will probably take me a while to get the whole thing about you being submissive. I'm not quite sure how to be in this kind of a relationship. I want you to speak about what you want and what you need. You may not always get what you want but I want to know what you think. OK?" "Yes, Nick. When I was with Eric there were rules for me. I was not to speak about my needs unless asked. Sometimes I was punished. Sometimes Eric did things to me so that I knew my place." "Like what?" "Sometime I slept on the floor. Sometimes I was not allowed on the couch or any chair." "I don't think things like that will be necessary. I won't tell you they won't ever happen but it is not something I foresee doing. What things did you do in Eric's home?" "I took care of keeping the house clean and I made most of our meals. I did the laundry. When I was at work I called him at least once a day. When Eric was going on a trip I packed for him." "What sexual things do you like?" "I like whatever I am asked to do. I am here for your pleasure. If it pleases you I want to do it." "So, your focus is my pleasure?" "In every way possible, Honey." "Do you think you could get me hard?" "Yes Honey." She didn't move. "Please do." Sarah dove under the covers and I felt her mouth and hands engulf my penis. The enthusiasm she used was wonderful and very quickly had the requested result. "Sarah." "Yes Honey." "Lie on your back and open yourself to me." This delightful woman was quick to obey. I was surprised at how open she made herself to me. Her legs were almost along-side her body. Her vagina held open with her fingers and the bud of her anus was also available. Most delightful of all was the excited look on her face. Her eyes sparkled, her grin was wide and everything about her reminded me of a child with a new toy. I positioned myself kneeling at her exposed pussy and rested my hard cock at her entrance. She watched my every move. I watched her face. I leaned forward ever so slowly and my cock entered her. When the head was in her wetness I stopped. Her eyes had been on my cock entering her until I stopped then she looked at my face. As soon as she looked at my face I resumed entering her. It was torture for me. My cock wanted to be in her, slamming into her over and over like a rutting animal. I wanted to feel every minute part of her inside. I wanted to slowly feel her gripping my cock as I penetrated her depths. When I hit bottom, my pubic bone against hers, my balls against her ass, Sarah's eyes opened wider. No sound came from her. I was watching her face. "Sarah, talk to me about what you feel." "Oh Honey, I love being so filled. I feel your cock deep inside me and I feel my juices flowing. I am already at eight. I want you to move and I am afraid I won't be able to last but cum very quickly." "Cum whenever you want. I want you to cum. I want to feel your pussy spasming around my cock." That said I started to pull back. It felt very much like Sarah was somehow using her pussy to suck my cock, to hold it in her and prohibit me from pulling out. "Oh Nick. Don't pull out! Fill me! Oh Honey you feel good!" I pulled back until only the head of my cock was inside her. Our eyes met and Sarah opened her mouth, just as I pushed slowly back inside her. "Oh Honey! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum all over your beautiful cock! Aaaaahhhhhhh!" I felt the walls of her spasm and the pressure on my cock was exquisite. I felt the nectar flow out of her and wet my balls. I waited until the first signs that she was coming down from the peak and then I suddenly pulled back. Sarah's eyes popped open and she shuddered as she started into another orgasm. I slammed in all the way and she screamed. As her body thrashed I pounded in as fast and hard as I was able. It wasn't long until I felt the juices within me gathering to flood her already soaked pussy. I was already wet nearly to my knees with her nectar. I felt my cock swell and the rush of my cum explode into her. I pulsed load after load into Sarah's pussy and held still while my nerve endings were in overload. As soon as I started to relax Sarah flipped me onto my back and kept my cock within her pussy. "Would you like me to clean you up?" Sarah asked, smiling. "Turn round and you can do me while I do you." Suddenly I had her very wet pussy in my face and my cock, which had been out of her pussy less than two seconds was swallowed into her mouth. I worked at getting every drop of our combined juices from her body and she was doing her best to suck Cleveland thru my cock. The more she sucked the more nectar flowed from her pussy. I resolved never to drink juice or nectar from a store again. I stayed hard. I felt the stirrings of another orgasm beginning. "Sarah, stop." She did. "Resume the position you were in before, please." She turned around and lay on her back. This time she hooked both feet behind her head. I had seen pictures of women who could do this but I'd never seen someone actually do it. I wiped my hard cock across her slit and Sarah said, "Please fuck me, Honey." I did. With steady, long strokes, I fucked her. Soon her nectar was again flowing out of her pussy and soaking her, me and the bed. I pulled all the way out and lowered my aim just slightly. The instant my cock touched Sarah's ass she took a deep breath and exhaled. On that exhale my cock slid into her ass. I slowly penetrated her ass until my cock was completely inside her. "Oh God Nick. I love you in my ass. Fill me! Fuck me hard, please." I did. I started slow and built speed until we were moving across the bed. Just as we were about to fall onto the floor I came! I thrust twice more and we were on the floor. I was still buried in Sarah's ass and we were laughing! For some time we lay on the floor tangled together. My cock softened and withdrew from Sarah's ass. She licked and sucked it clean and then we went into the bathroom and cleaned up with soap, water, toothpaste, mouthwash, etc.. I looked at the clock and realized we needed to be out of the house in ten minutes in order to be at the other house by ten. We were supposed to meet Cheryl at ten.