6 comments/ 65607 views/ 15 favorites Michelle Gets More Help By: 0ra11yfix8ed Saturday morning this week was going to be different, Michelle thought. She was going to test her husband Allen's commitment to his desire for a CFNM lifestyle. Just a few days ago she caught him masturbating to porn on their computer. Over the next few days she indulged him with nightly sessions of requiring him to be naked and serve her; pretty vanilla really. But surprising him by having her mother catch her jacking him off upped the ante and although he was extremely embarrassed he didn't run out of the room, in fact, he submitted completely when Michelle asked her mother to wash his 'package'! Today she would double the stakes! When Allen entered the kitchen there was no bowl on the table. Michelle was having her coffee. He went to the cupboard and took out a soup bowl. "What are you doing, darling?" "I'm getting a soup bowl." "Whatever for, lover boy?" "You know!" "Yes, I do know, but I want you to tell me." "Ok....., it's for my semen." "And?" "And what?" "What?" "Don't be coy, dear. Tell me how you expect your semen to get into the bowl." "You're going to masturbate me." "Maybe....." "What do you mean, maybe? I thought your rule was that I had to start each day by being masturbated?" "That's right, sweetheart! Just not right now. First I want you to set the table in the dining room. I'm having a little brunch this morning and you're going to serve it!" Allen's cock began to throb and within seconds was pointing up at his chest. "Who did you invite?" "Never you mind, honey buns, you'll find out when you greet them at the door!" "You wouldn't." "I did and you will! This was all your idea you know. You should be careful what you wish for!" Allen never dreamed that reading about CFNM would lead to this or that his wife would go to such lengths to humiliate him. He wanted to tell her that this was a mistake but his cock was telling him to do it. Allen began setting the table. "How many guests did you invite?" "Today? Just three; including my mother." "What does 'today' mean he wondered? What else could she be planning?" He set one place on each side. "This won't do, Allen, put two places on the side by the bay window; and open the drapes; I want lots and lots of light." Allen moved the place setting to the other side of the table. Aren't you forgetting something, Allen?" "What, dear?" "Your soup bowl, Allen, it belongs on the side facing the window." "You're going to jack me off in front of your friends?" Asked, incredulously. "My mother saw you cuming, you liked that didn't you?" "Well....." "Admit, it Allen, when my mother saw me jacking you off it gave you a rush." "But...." "Just admit it , Allen, you like being naked for me and you like it when I masturbate you and it was a big turn on when my mother caught us and now it's going to be a dream come true for you to be naked for four women all at the same time. You want them to see you naked. You want them to see your hard cock and you want them to see me masturbate you! Admit it Allen!" She emphasized loudly. Allen paused but admitted, "You're right, Michelle, but what will they think?" "They will think that you are my little sex toy...my boy toy! They might even be jealous!" Allen's cock was still very hard. It hurt so good! But still there was that nagging fear...who would be here...what would they think? "Allen." "Yes, dear?" "When all three ladies are here I want you to offer them a drink. There's tomato juice and vodka for Bloody Marys and rum and orange juice for Screw Drivers and pomegranate juice. You are my naked butler....do you understand?" "Yes, Michelle." Allen answered, resigned to his fate. No sooner he had spoken that the door bell rang. Allen's face turned crimson as he walked towards the door and opened it. It was his mother. "Good morning, Mother," Allen stammered, "so nice to see you." "It's so nice to see you too, Allen!" She answered sweetly as she stared at his erect cock and then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Let me help you with your coat, Mother." "Thank-you, Allen, it's a little chilly this morning but it doesn't seem to be bothering you!" She said in obvious reference to his throbbing cock, Allen escorted his mother to the living room and called to his wife, "Your mother is here, Michelle." "I'll be right there, Mother!" "Take your time, Michelle, Allen is entertaining me." Just then the door bell rang again. "Excuse me, Mother." "By all means, darling, don't keep your guests waiting." Allen went to the front door and opened it for his wife's sister Susan. "Please come in, Susan." "Thank-you, Allen, it is a pleasure to see you. I mean, really see you!" She flicked his penis with her gloved finger and smirked. "But, Allen I didn't know how much you liked me." Allen's cock bounced up and down as his heart thumped in his chest. "May I hang up your jacket, Sue?" Allen answered, trying to remain calm. "Of course, Allen, but do you think that hook can support my jacket?" She teased him again. "Oh...., sorry, you meant in the closet, didn't you?" Allen just blushed. He knew that he would be in for a lot more verbal abuse from his sister. "Michelle! Sweet loveable Sue is here!" "Bring her in, dear." Allen escorted his sister to the living room where his wife and mother-in-law were already chatting and as soon as he left the hallway the bell rang again. "That must be Mrs. O'Reilly." Michelle said, "She's the only one missing." "Not my secretary, Michelle," Allen pleaded half-heartedly. "Oh, Allen, she's known since I visited your office to jack you off." "Really, Michelle! You go to Allen's office to jack him off? You're a lucky man, Allen!" Sue teased. Allen didn't think he could get any more embarrassed as he went to open the door for his secretary. "Good morning, Mrs. O'Reilly." "Good morning, Allen! Michelle told me about your interest in CFNM but honestly I didn't know a thing about it! I'm learning though and I think it might be fun. Looks like you agree!" Allen knew he was in for a lot of teasing but he hoped it might dwindle as the day went on. He put Mrs. O'Reilly's coat in the closet and took her to the living room. "Have you met my mother and sister-in-law, Mrs. O'Reilly?" "Why yes, Allen, we met at your wedding, remember? How are you Mrs. Johnston? Miss Johnston?" "Please, Mrs. O'Reilly, call me 'Marge.' I have a feeling we are going to be come much better acquainted." "Oh yes, Mrs. O'Reilly, I'm Susan but please call me 'Sue.' All my friends do and I know we will be good friends since we're all here to support Michelle and Allen." "Very well, ladies, then please call me 'Colleen'." "I'm sorry to interrupt you ladies but Michelle has asked me to offer you a drink before brunch!" Allen said. "Your choices this morning are coffee, orange juice, pomegranate juice or tomato juice! For those of you who are inclined to imbibe we have whiskey, rum and vodka which I will be happy to mix to your liking!" Sue spoke up first, "I'd like one of those screwdrivers you make with a touch of pomegranate." "Ooh! That sounds interesting! I'll have one of those too." Colleen agreed. "Make mine a Bloody Mary but easy on the hot sauce." Marge added. "Looks like you guys are in a party mood." Michelle observed, "Make mine a pomegranate and rum with a splash of lemon, please." "Coming right up, ladies!" Allen went to the kitchen and prepared the drinks and as he did he relaxed. As he served the drinks his cock was still swollen but no longer pointing at the ceiling! "Michelle, dear," Sue teased, "It looks like Allen has lost interest already." Allen blushed and his heart rate spiked causing his penis to bob up and down. "That's better, Allen." Sue cooed, "It's much better when you constantly show us how much you like us!" "Leave him alone, Sue, it's not nice to tease!" "It's alright, Mother. I want you to tease Allen. If he wants to be an exhibitionist he deserves what he gets." "What about at work, Michelle, it's not very professional to tease your boss in public." "Of course not, Colleen, but I'm sure you can think of ways to remind him that you know all his secrets." "Shall we take our drinks to the table, ladies? Allen, there's a nice cheese strata in the oven. Would you be so kind as to serve it?" As Allen prepared their plates Michelle explained to her guests. "A few days ago I discovered that my husband Allen, a man who enjoys a fine reputation as an accountant, has a keen interest in something called CFNM. Briefly, it meant that Allen was exploring the idea of being naked in the company of clothed women! Men who share this particular interest fantasize about being naked and in some cases being masturbated by these women. Over the last few days Allen has read numerous stories about this activity to me and we've had great fun playing together while Allen is naked and I am not." "What does this have to do with us?" Colleen asked. "Quite simply, Allen is still a very highly sexed young man and he seemed to really enjoy being naked around the house. I can keep up with his needs at home most of the time but there will be time when I might need to call on you, Mother, or you, Sue to sort of help Allen take the edge off; if you know what I mean?" "But that doesn't explain why you invited me, Michelle." Colleen interrupted. "Colleen isn't it obvious, you're with Allen eight or nine hours a day! Who better to keep an eye on him at work?" "I suppose." She thought about the proposition. "So, Michelle, what are we here for this morning? Are you going to masturbate him for us?" Sue giggled. "Not exactly, Sue, but it is a very special day for Allen." He was listening intently from the kitchen. "Allen, would you please join us?" Allen came into the dining room. "What is it, Michelle?" "Do you recall what you promised me, Allen?" "Yes, ma'am." "Would you please tell the ladies just what you promised?" Allen blushed, again his heart rate quickened and his cock began to swell and throb." "It's so cute the way your cock bounces up and down when you are excited, Allen." Sue teased. Allen took a deep breath and began, "I promised to not touch myself as much as possible and that whenever I became uncomfortable I would ask Michelle to help me become comfortable again." "This 'uncomfortable', Allen?" Colleen mused, "What does that mean?" "Tell her, Allen." His wife prodded. "Well ....from time to time I have sexual thoughts and I get an erection that won't go away...." "So...what you're saying is that when your nuts are aching you're either going to have sex with Michelle or she's going to get you off some other way." Colleen said plainly, interrupting him. "Yes, ma'am." She looked at Michelle, "And just what do you want me to do?" "Well, Colleen, I can't be with Allen twenty four hours a day. I need someone I can trust to keep an eye on him at work. I don't want anyone taking advantage of him when he is vulnerable." "So....when he gets horny you want me to call you?" "I might not be able to come to his office." "So...what do you want me to do?" "I'd like you to be able to step in for me and masturbate him." Allen was blushing even more. "Really!!!" Michelle turned to her mother and sister. "And there might be times when I'll need your help too." "I'm in!" Sue exclaimed wasting no time at all as she winked at Allen. "You know I'm always there for you, Michelle." Her mother agreed. "Can I count on you, Colleen?" "Well...this is very unusual but I'll give it a try." "So Michelle, what now? Are you going to masturbate him for us? Or.... are we going to masturbate him?" Sue asked a little too willing to 'help'. "It's more special than that." Michelle explained, "Allen is going to ask you to help me, aren't you Allen?" "Is that what you want, Michelle?" Allen blushed as he spoke quietly. "Go ahead, Allen, ask them for their help!" "Ladies, Michelle needs your..." 'Ask them one at a time, Allen." "Michelle..." Allen pleaded. "One at a time, Allen." She insisted, sternly. Allen looked at his mother and swallowed hard. "Don't be shy, Allen, I already washed your package once this week!" Colleen covered her mouth trying to suppress a giggle. "Mother, would you be willing to help Michelle keep my balls comfortable?" "Yes I would." She replied warmly. "Susan, would you be willing to help Michelle keep my balls comfortable?" "You know I would!" She answered enthusiastically. She was so excited in fact that Allen noticed her nipples hardening against her cotton blouse. "Mrs. O'Reilly, would you be willing to help Michelle keep my balls comfortable when I'm at work?" "I'm willing to help at any time, Allen. Michelle can count on me." Her tone was all business but the gleam in her eye belied her calm demeanor. "Ladies, thank-you for agreeing to help keep Allen from becoming so horny that he might be tempted to stray; in honor of this occasion; Allen has a special treat for us, today is the last time that Allen will masturbate himself." Allen's eyes widened. "As a token of his pledge to me I am going to have him masturbate for us right now!" "Michelle...." Allen's eyes pleaded for mercy. "Don't make me..." "Enough, Allen, your cock is all mine now, your semen is all mine now! I want you to prove your faithfulness to me by obeying me. Jack off, dear, right now!" she instructed, cheerily! Allen looked around the table. They were all smiling. Not exactly a friendly smile. More of a knowing smile; they knew he was whipped. Pussy whipped! Michelle Gets More Help Ch. 02 This story is a continuation of a story line that begins with "Michelle Finds Out". A wife is fulfilling her husbands fantasy of living in a relationship where his wife and her female family and friends control him sexually. There is no real reason to start at the beginning...unless you enjoy longer stories with more happy endings! Allen looked at his wife Michelle. It was a plaintiff look, sad, sorrowful humiliated look. He pleaded with his eyes for her mercy. "Allen." She said sharply, "You will do this! Sooner or later you will jack-off for us." "Why don't you just give in and enjoy yourself, Allen? It's your last meeting with 'Rosie Palm' so you should let her show you a good time!" Michelle's sister Sue teased. "Don't be bashful now, Allen." His secretary, Mrs. O'Reilly exhorted. "Oh, Allen! You haven't forgotten how to jack-off already have you?" Michelle's mother Marge wondered out loud. "It's really very simple, dear, just hold your dick in your hand and rub." "Michelle?" Sue suggested to her sister. "These chairs are getting a little hard. Why don't we take Allen to the living room where we at least can be more comfortable and Allen can put on a real show!" "Good idea, Sue! And Allen can freshen our drinks before he entertains us!" Marge agreed. Michelle ordered Allen to the kitchen to prepare fresh drinks for her guests. She excused herself as she invited her guests to make themselves comfortable in the living room and followed Allen to the kitchen. "What is the meaning of this, Allen?" She practically hissed, angrily, as she slapped his bare buttocks. "What do you mean, honey?" Allen replied, shocked at his wife's sudden physical attack. "You know very well what I mean. Don't try to be coy. You've chosen this path, now you're going to walk it!" Michelle continued in an angry whisper. "Take the drinks to the living room and do as I have instructed." "B.b.but honey, I didn't mean for this to go this far!" "Then you should have thought about it sooner. Before I caught you. Before you read those stories to me. You let me see the real you. If you are having second thoughts it's all your fault. There is no going back now, Allen, your pecker is mine! I control it and your balls. Sex is going to be on my terms! But first you are going to show my mother, my sister, and your secretary just how happy you are to be my boy toy, my servant, and my slave!" Allen knew she was serious. Her tone was deadly serious. Her words were carefully chosen, her voice clear and unemotional and her delivery crisp and stern. She smiled, "Now be a dear and serve the drinks." The syrupy sweetness in her voice a direct contrast to the chastisement he'd just received. Michelle turned quickly and rejoined her guests in the living room; taking a seat in the middle of the couch she crossed her legs demurely. As Allen served her guests she kicked off her shoes. "Ladies, I hope you don't mind. These heels are killing me!" Mrs. O'Reilly agreed instantly. "Why do we torture ourselves?" She wondered out loud. "I don't think I've ever had a pair of heels that were comfortable!" "Allen, dear, why don't you give Mrs. O'Reilly's feet a little massage? In fact, Colleen, I think Allen should massage your feet whenever they bother you at work; as a thank-you for helping him." "That's not necessary, Michelle!" "Yes it is, Colleen! Allen depends on you so much already. He's told me many times what a great help you are. And now you are going to help him even more so it's only fair that he have a way to express his gratitude. Don't you agree, Allen?" "Yes, ma'am." He agreed sheepishly, imagining how it will look at the office, down on his knees massaging his secretary's feet. "What about us?" Sue blurted." My feet are sore too!" "So are mine!" Marge agreed. "Very well, ladies; it's settled. As a thank-you for helping Allen he will massage your feet. Not just when you have helped him either, but whenever you need a little relief. Do you understand, Allen?" "Yes, ma'am." Allen was beginning to see that this CFNM lifestyle was not quite the way he imagined it! But he knew he had no choice; he fell to his knees and began to massage Mrs. O'Reilly's feet. The women continued to chat as Allen massaged their feet one by one. It took so long that Michelle asked if any of them needed their drinks freshened and of course they did. She offered them some cheese and crackers which Allen dutifully prepared and served. It was well after noon as Michelle asked, "Don't you think it's about time for your show, Allen?" "Yes, dear." He answered meekly. "You know, Michelle." Sue volunteered, "Your coffee table is very sturdy. Maybe we could all see better if Allen stood on it." "That's an excellent idea, Sue." Marge agreed. Mrs. O'Reilly just smiled. She had never even been to a bachelorette party or strip club on ladies night and now she was included in a little group of women who were taking sexual control of her boss. "Strange how things happen!" She thought. "Allen." Michelle ordered, "Pull the table back so we can all have a good view. That's right, now climb up there but don't touch yourself just yet. We are going to direct you!" She smiled at her co-conspirators. "I've always known that boys masturbate, ladies. I don't know about you but I've even imagined it! Now we are going to get to see it live. And as a bonus we are going to be Allen's directors! It's going to be our little porn show!" "Allen dear, you can start by rubbing your thighs, that's right, rub the insides. Spread you knees a little more. Use both hands. No! Don't touch your pecker, Allen, just your thighs." Michelle began. Sue leaned forward. "Give us a little humping action, Allen! Oh, sorry, Michelle, I didn't mean to interrupt." "Don't be silly, Sue. I want you to help me direct Allen! I want all of you to participate. Allen would probably just stand there like a statue and stroke his dick." She added derisively. "That would be fine with me." Marge giggled, staring in disbelief. "In all my years I never would have believed that I'd get to see something like this." "Very nice Allen, now bring your hands up to your belly. Use one hand to rub your bush and the other to squeeze one of your boobs." Colleen suggested. "Keep up the hip action, Allen, and slowly turn in a circle so we can see you from all sides." Sue added. "Now switch hands, Allen." Marge continued. "Pet your thigh and squeeze your little booby, tell us how much you like being our sex object." "Ah.h.h.h.h...." Allen moaned softly, his swollen cock swaying as he danced a tight two step on the coffee table. "Oh.h.h.h.gh.gh.gh..." His excitement mounted. "Switch again, sweetheart." Michelle ordered. Allen's cock was beginning rise to attention, poking almost straight out. Michelle knew it would almost touch his navel when it was completely aroused. "Use both hands on your boobs and pinch your nipples, lover-boy and tell us just what you want." Allen's eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open as he bit his lower lip. His breathing was slow and shallow. "Please, Michelle, please jack me off!" "Not just now, darling, maybe later after you've given my guests a nice show. Rub your balls now, Allen, but don't touch your dick!" Michelle was determined to make this last a long time. "I wish I had my camera." Mrs. O'Reilly sighed. "Use your cell phone." Marge suggested. "Heavens no! I'd never have something like that on my phone. But I'd still like a memento, something to remind me of this party when I've retired." "That's a great idea, Colleen!" Michelle agreed. "Don't you think so, Allen?" "No, no, please, no pictures!" Allen pleaded as he continued to shuffle around in circles for his tormentors. But in the back of his mind buried beneath his inhibitions the mere thought excited him even more. "Oh, honey! Look at you! I don't think you're telling us the truth. Your pecker is standing straight up!" Michelle chided. "Make sure he keeps it up, ladies, I'll get my camera." The faintest bit of a smile crossed Allens lips as his hips caused his cock to bob up and down as he mashed his man boobs and pinched his tits. If this was the last time he would ever masturbate he was making the most of it. He could only hope that maybe, just maybe his wife would put him on display again. Michelle returned with her camera and began recording his dance. Does that camera take video, Michelle?" Sue wondered. "Great idea, sis! I should have thought of that myself!" "Spank your booty, Allen. You're such a bad boy! Spank that cute little butt!" Allen gave himself a playful swat. "You can do better that that, Allen." Sue continued. "Or should I spank you? You know I would turn that butt bright pink!" Allen spanked himself hard enough to start turning his backside a rosy pink. "Now put both hands behind your head and grind those hips." Colleen suggested. "I think Allen's getting into this, ladies," Marge observed, "I see a little something on the head of his dick!" "Oh oh, Michelle! Allen looks like he might make a mess!" Sue was staring wide eyed as she was clapping her hands and almost cheering. "Dear me, Michelle, you don't want him to stain your carpet!" Marge warned. Colleen smirked. "Give him a hanky or something." "Then we won't be able to see him spurt!" Sue objected. "I love to watch guys spurt their spunk." Marge's eyes stared in disbelief at her youngest daughter. "I didn't....." "Mom!" Sue realized she had inadvertently given her mother a little too much information. "It's not like I have sex with all kinds of guys but I'm not above giving them a hand job when we make out." "So you're still....." "Please, Mom! This is about me and Allen." Michelle tried to rescue her sister. "I know what to do." Colleen broke in, "Get an old sheet or table cloth or towel or something. We can cover the coffee table and Allen can stand at one end." "Good idea, Colleen," Michelle agreed as she quickly ran up the stairs to their bedroom. "You're a fast learner! That way we can see for ourselves just how far he can shoot his stuff." When she returned with an old beach towel she threw it to her mother and grabbed Allen by the balls. "Let me help you down, lover." Colleen picked up his bowl as Sue and Marge covered the short table. "What should I do with this?" "I know!" Sue blurted. "It can be his target! Put it on the table." Colleen put the soup bowl about a foot from the end where Michelle still had her husband by the balls. "That's no challenge!" Sue laughed. "I'll bet he can shoot his spunk at least two feet....especially if he's standing at the end of the table." As Sue was speaking Michelle noticed that Allen had stopped dancing. She turned and swatted his butt in one quick move. "Did any of us say you could stop?" "N.n.o, dear." Allens cheek was crimson. As the women debated where to put the bowl Allen resumed his slow bump and grind. His hands were over his head and his prick was standing proud and tall. "Michelle?" Colleen O'Reilly began timidly. You know it's been fifteen years since Arnold died. Would it be OK if you took a picture of me with Allen? You don't have to show his face but I'd like something to show my girlfriends. They think I lead a boring life and a picture might shut them up!" "That's a great idea, Colleen! I want a picture too!" Marge agreed. "Count me in!" Sue said thoughtfully. "I think I want my great grand kids to find it when I'm gone. They'll wonder what other secrets I might have kept from them!" So one by one they took pictures; holding his cock, squeezing his balls and pinching his butt. Through it all they were careful not to push him past the point of no return. Finally Michelle placed the camera on the back of the couch and the four of them took a group portrait. After taking one last picture just to be sure Michelle took her husband to one end of the coffee table. "Straddle the table, Allen. That's it! Your knees should be gripping the edge of the table. Now, put Allens bowl on the other end Colleen." "I don't think he can shoot his spunk the entire length of the table, Michelle." Sue doubted. "Maybe not, Sue, but he's going to try! Aren't you, honey?" Allens hands were still on the top of his head; he was still thrusting his hips, still making his dick wave lewdly for his tormentors. "Are you ready yet, Allen? Are you ready to jack off for the last time? Tell us what you want to do!" "Please, Michelle, please let me jack off for you. Please don't make me wait any longer." "Tell Mrs. O'Reilly, Allen." "I'd like you to watch me jack off for the last time, Mrs. O'Reilly!" 'I'd be happy to, Allen!" Colleen grinned. "Tell my mom, Allen." "Oh! Mother, please watch me jack off for the last time!" "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Allen." Marge smirked. "Now tell my sister." "Susan, I want you to watch as I jack off for the last time." "Allen, you can't possibly know how much I'm enjoying this! Michelle has given me so much to try with my boy friend!" "Aren't you forgetting someone, Allen? Marge prompted her naked son. "Please, Michelle, please let me jack off. Let me make myself cum one last time." "And then what, Allen?" "And then I promise to give you complete control of my penis and testicles." "And?" "And you will decide when or if I can cum." "And." "And?" "And if I'm not available?" "I'll ask Mom or Sue or Mrs. O'Reilly to help me." "Very good, Allen! It's time to start. You may use just your thumb and one finger. Tease yourself. Doesn't that feel good Allen? Allens eyes were half shut. He was only dimly aware of the women watching his every move. His reply was half sigh half grunt. "Now rub your balls, Allen." Allen rubbed his balls with one hand and his prick with one finger and a thumb. "His cock head is getting really dark purple," Sue exclaimed. "Is that what it looks like when it's ready to explode in your pussy?" "You can use your whole hand now, Allen. But don't go too fast....take your time." Allen slowly stroked his dick as he rubbed his balls. It was painful but it was such glorious pain! A pain that would soon be relieved by the release of the fluids pent up in his balls. As the magical moment of release approached he entered a state of mind that approached unconsciousness. There was nothing except his cock! He threw back his head and closed his eyes. The burning at the tip of his cock was almost unbearable but the only way to quench the fire was to make it worse. His pace quickened. "He can't stop, Michelle!" Marge stared in awe. "Shoot, Allen, nice big spurts! Show us what happens inside Michelle's pussy when you fuck her!" Sue urged. "Hit the bowl, Allen, you can do it! Show us how strong your balls are!" The women were as eager for Allen to reach his inevitable climax as he was to relieve the pain at the tip of his cock. "Hit the bowl, Allen, if you miss we're going to spank your ass!" Colleen offered mischievously. "Nice touch, Colleen! I like that!" Michelle agreed, "If you miss the bowl your punishment will be a spanking!" Allen heard none of the conversation; he arched his back and held his breath as his semen raced from his convulsing balls! First one strong arching shot then another! He dropped his cock; it was too tender to touch. It throbbed again and again as semen spurted onto the towel covered coffee table. The ladies applauded in appreciation of his efforts. Michelle was the first to speak. "Get some warm towels, Mom, Allen's a mess!" She held out her arms. "Come to Micki." She said tenderly. "Mama and Micki will make it all better!" Allen curled up in her arms on the couch. She stroked his face and kissed his forehead. "That was beautiful, Allen, what a lovely gift! Thank-you, darling." She kissed him again and again as she whispered, "Thank-you, thank-you!" Marge handed a towel to Michelle and she laid it over his still pulsing cock. The last of his semen was dripping from its tender head. "Let me clean you up, Allen, I promised to be careful." "There's some hand cream in the lav, Sue, would you get it please." When Sue returned Michelle asked Colleen, "Would you like to do the honors, Mrs. O'Reilly? We want Allens skin to be nice and soft! Don't we, ladies? What do you think, Allen?" "Please, Mrs. O'Reilly, be gentle, I'm so tender." "Speaking of tender, Allen, did you hit the bowl? If you didn't your butt is going to be in need of some lotion too!" "About a third of that first spurt hit the edge of the plate." Marge observed. "Aw, that's too bad!" Michelle lamented. "Maybe next time." Allens eye's widened as he gazed into his wife's smiling face. "I don't want to be rude, ladies, but could you let yourselves out? There's the matter of a little itch that Allen has to relieve. When they were finally alone Michelle stroked Allens face tenderly and whispered, "You owe me big time, lover!" Allen kissed his wife full on the lips. His hand cupped her breast and found a rock hard nipple. "What have we here?" He wondered facetiously. "You enjoyed that almost as much as I did, didn't you? He nibbled her ear, his warm breath sending chills down her neck. He unbuttoned first one, then another as he exposed the tops of her ample breasts. He kissed her neck and teased her nipples. She moaned in approval. They were made for each other!