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A Marriage Redefined Ch. 01

By: sotto



Chapter 1: A Walk in the Woods.

As part of our holiday vacation my wife Diana and I arranged to stay at a quiet mountain resort in Virginia. We hoped to recharge ourselves and enjoy the air and the rustic scenery, perhaps include a hike or a horseback ride. On the drive out Diana mentioned that I seemed to be letting myself go a bit lately and maybe I could use the next few days to get back in better shape. I couldn't really disagree with her comments because I knew I wasn't anywhere close to her physical condition. She is slim but strong and always looks great. I was determined to make the most of this break from our hectic work/family routine and shed a few pounds. I manage a specialized library and Diana runs her own business. While my salary is adequate she is really the major income producer.

The charming horsy quality of the inn surprised me; the whole place was decked out with the paraphernalia that you associate with fox hunting. Photographs of champions, silver cups, redcoats and brass horns adorned the walls. There was no shortage of caps, boots, spurs, or crops either. Neither of us is particularly involved in hunting or horseback riding, but as I say, the place had its charm. The owner was an attractive if slightly masculine Englishwoman named Claire. She showed us around the hotel and introduced us to the chef, Agnes; the Concierge, Bonnie; the Stable master Renee and the other senior staff. I asked if there were any men on the staff and Claire said "of course! We have waiters, custodians, stable boys and many others but, yes, women are in charge here." I think I noted an expression of satisfaction on Diana's face at this comment. I could see too that she was pleased with the accommodations.

We got to the room and I unpacked our bags while Diana freshened up.

Dressed in leather boots and dark hose with a long black skirt a cashmere cardigan over a silk blouse with elegant bulgari scarf around her neck she looked to be the epitome sophistication and propriety. Her black hair was cut stylishly short emphasizing her glistening dark eyes and moist red lips. Once again I was captivated.

"We are going for a walk," she announced

While I was much less elegant in my corduroys and flannel shirt, I was happy to oblige.

It was a warm October afternoon and the leaves were just beginning to change. L. set the pace for a brisk walk, and I followed just a few steps behind. After 2 miles I thought we might think of slowing down or turning back but Diana declined saying "I'm going to take you places you've never been before." A sexy smile crossed her face. We went deeper into the woods. We chatted for another mile or so and then the terrain grew steeper. Diana stopped abruptly on a rocky slope and turned around to look down at me.

"I want to talk to you about something that has been developing for some time now. I know you like to please me if you can and sometimes you do. Would you agree that I am the driving force in this relationship?"

I nodded uncertainly.

"Good." She rubbed her hand on my chest as she said this. My nipples became erect.

"Now it is time that we acknowledged our positions in this marriage, don't you agree?

I didn't really understand what she was getting at but I didn't object.

"I earn $250,000 a year that, along with my inheritance, allows us comforts like weekends at country inns. You are earning $42,000." She continued.

I had to agree with that, the numbers were irrefutable. 

"Without me you would still be a graduate student or maybe a clerk at Barnes & Noble."

As humiliating as it felt, I had to agree with that too.

"I guide our social life, family life, investments, the design of our home, basically I decide everything. Hmm? She raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

"Well I help don't I?" I offered.

"Sure you do honey, I especially appreciate your work in the garden, and with the laundry and washing the dishes."

I smiled dumbly.

"Also you are not like some of those sexist men that I have to work with downtown. You don't feel like you have to conform to some television stereotype of macho man do you?

"Of course not." I agreed. "I pride my self on being different from the crowd and having an open mind."

"Perfect, because we are about to embark on a journey that is not along the common path. From now on I will assert my dominant role and you will submit to my authority in all areas of our life. Some aspects may be difficult for you at first but soon you will see that it is just a confirmation of the natural order."

Before I could say anything, she kissed me. My mouth opened to accept her thrusting tongue. At the same time her right hand rubbed hard against my crotch and the left continued to stroke my chest. A moan escaped from within me. When I responded, trying to slip my tongue into her mouth she rubbed more firmly with her hand and then closed her teeth. Her bite was hard but it sent a charge through my whole body. She took her hands off me and began to unbutton the top of her cardigan and blouse. With her hand on the back of me head she directed my face to her firm breasts. My cheeks brushed against her bosom while my mouth sought her protruding nipple. My head was reeling from the pleasure.

"Lick me" she ordered. I needed little encouragement.

As I moved from one breast to the next and then back again, she kept one hand gripped on my hair. The other slid down inside her skirt and stockings and under the black silk panties.

"Suck me. Yes like that. Mmm that feels good. Use your teeth, ohh yes, yes."

I could feel her finger gliding along her dark delta. I knew she was getting more and more aroused. I wanted to unbutton my pants but her hand kept pressing my head to her breasts. All I could do was follow her commands.

"Lick me, Lick me, ohh your tongue feels so good."

She was penetrating herself with one, two, or three fingers, I couldn't tell for sure, as she massaged her clitoris with the palm of her hand. Her moans grew deeper and louder.

"Lick me, Suck me, Lick me!" She repeated over and over again, all the while pleasuring her sex. I licked and sucked as rapidly as possible until suddenly she arched her back as the orgasm flowed over her body. "Oh yes, God yes." She exclaimed.

I was ready to continue, I wanted intercourse and my cock was ready.

Recovering from her climax, Diana placed her wet hand under my nose. 

"Breath in" she said.

"Now get on your knees" 

As I assumed that position she stuck her middle finger in my mouth.

"Suck this while you masturbate"

I pulled my throbbing cock out and began to stroke, my mouth closed around her finger. I quickly shot a load into my hand. Even though my knees hurt from the rocks the orgasm was a welcome release. Before I could wipe my hand off she gave me another shocking order. 

"Lick it clean and swallow."

I looked up at her in amazement.

"Go on do it, you will like it."

Slowly I licked the sperm off my hand. The musky liquid caught on the back of my mouth for a moment but I swallowed. I looked up again to let her know I had done as I was told.

"This is a good start. Now pull yourself together and let's walk back to the inn."

Again I did as I was told. We talked some more on the way back and it dawned on me that things were changing but maybe that was a good thing. Or maybe this was just a confirmation of the way we were meant to be.

Diana explained to me, "For too long I have felt confined, restricted in a traditional marital arrangement. I need to investigate new experiences and express myself. I know that you are devoted to me and I intend to keep you as my husband albeit in a submissive role. It may be difficult for you at first but you will adapt. I will guide you and instruct you and correct you if necessary. Really it is not so different from our marriage so far."

I had to think about that but I was glad I was still going to be her husband.

"Follow my lead, do as I say, and you will not be humiliated. But...if you resist you will suffer. We have begun today and your first lesson is: In lovemaking my satisfaction comes first, always, and yours will come when and how I say."

Now this just seemed impossible to me. "That's not fair." I blurted out. 

"It is not equal but it is fair." She replied calmly.

"No it is not." I insisted

In a flash her sensuous mouth grew hard. "Don't resist this or you will regret it."

"But it's not right, husbands have always been the leaders, I have to put my foot down before this goes too far." I was raising my voice.

I didn't expect the slap, so hard it brought tears to my eyes. Nor was I prepared when she pulled down the sides of my jacket pinning my hands. I fell to the ground and she was on top of me. Her strong hand gripped my head again but this time my face was in the dirt.

"You will never speak to me like that again. Is that clear? The idea that you could be the leader is laughable. You are nothing more than a sissy-boy. If you like, think of it as trading places, I am the husband and you are the wife. I am the dominant and you the submissive. Or perhaps you could be my pet dog. If you can't accept it then I will leave you and you will be on your own. Do you want that?"

With that she released me and got up and walked away. After a moment I got up and ran to her. I knew I had only one option.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to lose you, this is just so new to me. I think I can adjust just don't leave me."

Her face had softened a little. "I accept your apology but consider yourself on probation. Now dust yourself off."

She licked her thumb and wiped some dirt from my cheek.

We walked back silently but I was elated when she reached out to hold my hand. I was learning.

...

When we got back to the Inn Renee greeted us.

"Well that was quite a walk. You've been gone for two hours."

"We had some things to sort out." Diana explained

I looked down at the ground while they spoke.

"You have time to clean up before dinner." Renee was looking at me as she said this.

Back in the room, Diana stepped out of her clothes to take a shower. One of the nicest features of this Inn was the spacious bathroom with a large walk-in shower and double porcelain sinks and ceramic tiled counters. The floors were terracotta and mirrors took up most of one wall a bidet and toilet were arranged against the opposing wall, plenty of room to move and storage for towels and toiletries. As we entered this luxurious space I was once again in awe of Diana's body and beauty. She handed me her stockings and panties and said, "Wash these in cold water with the mild soap."

I got a shiver of delight as I washed her lingerie. I admit I took a long sniff before delicately cleaning the panties that were soaked with her juices from the encounter in the woods. I gently hung them on a rack over the toilet. Just in time to respond to her next command.

"Bring me a towel"

I was ready with two big fluffy white hotel towels. I draped one over her shoulders and began to pat her dry, starting at the feet and moving up. 

"Now the lotion."

It occurred to me that the balance of our relationship had really been established long ago because I had performed these intimate services many times before. I knew precisely what French body lotion to grab and I applied it methodically according to her preferences that were already well known to me. Beginning with the feet and up the legs to her behind, torso and breasts, and finally the arms. She was justifiably proud of her body, so fit and clean and now moisturized and smelling faintly of lavender. 

"That's what I like. You see it's not so hard."

I was pleased as well.

I showered and dressed as quickly as possible. L. had on her boots and skirt again with a new pair of stockings. Now her blouse was a shimmery champagne color and she wore a matching light wool shawl instead of a cardigan. L. had selected gray wool slacks and a deep blue shirt with a pair of gold cufflinks for me. I already knew this was an outfit she approved of.

Dinner was a pleasant surprise and another new experience. A dozen small tables set with white cloths and candles were arranged in a midsize room. In colder weather I imagine a fire would blaze in the big stone fireplace. Here too the walls were decorated with images and objects related to horse riding and fox hunting like old engravings of races and bridles and English saddles and crops. It had all been arranged so tastefully. 

I looked hungrily at the menu handed to us by a solicitous young waiter. Diana selected a dry white wine to begin with. When the waiter came back to take our order I was ready for the beer glazed pork chops with mashed potatoes and gravy. I thought I might have the crab cake appetizer as well. The waiter turned to Diana

"For Madame tonight"

"I will have a half dozen oysters to start and then the Filet Mignon , medium rare. You can bring me a frisee salad with the steak."

Now it was my turn.

"I will start with the crab cake and then go to the pork chops."

"No he won't," she interjected. "He will have the Frisee salad as an appetizer and the Trout almandine. Unlike you, he has to watch his figure." She looked the waiter, Seth was his name, in the eye as she spoke. She had already given him the once over and taken in the quality of his physique. Her returned her gaze for a moment before averting his eyes in deference.

"Certainly, Madame." he responded. Without even a glance toward me he took our order to Agnes the chef. I sipped my wine quietly.

"They really run things well here don't you agree?" She was admiring the décor as she spoke. "I will let you have an oyster from my plate." That was the only reference she made to the dietary correction. I was not willing to admit, out loud at least, that she had been right to change my order. I was getting a bit of a handle at my waist.

Trying to change the subject I asked, "Do you plan to go riding?"

"Yes, as soon as possible and tomorrow at the latest." She smiled lasciviously at the double entendre. I wondered what she might mean. We chatted for a few more minutes about the trails and some other activities we might try.

Seth came back with our appetizers. 

Diana spoke to him again to order some red wine for her main course. She brazenly placed her hand over his and held it as she spoke to him. Again she looked him straight in the eyes as she considered the possibilities. I may have imagined it but it seemed like she made some slight stroking movements with her middle finger. Curiously I felt less jealous than aroused at this momentary scene. Throughout our dinner Diana flirted with the waiter. I imagined what it might look if they made love together. I felt the tremor between my loins. I could just see her legs wrapped around his, her hands gripping his back as they climaxed together.

I shook my head to clear the tableau from my mind.

When the appetizers arrived Diana turned her attention to me once more. Oysters were among her favorite foods. After squeezing lemon over all of them she lifted a shell to her mouth. Tipping it so the slippery animal slid onto her outstretched tongue. I gazed at the erotic spectacle.

"Here's one for you."

I leaned forward and she held my chin while I slurped in the cold salty lemony flavor.

"Yummy."

Dinner continued in this intimate manner. We shared bites from each other's entrees. Despite Seth's periodic intrusions, Diana was very attentive to me.

When coffee and dessert were served Claire came by to exchange a few pleasantries.

"Well I can see the value of a long walk. You two make quite the romantic couple."

I blushed.

"Do you have plans for tomorrow."

"I want to go riding. All your decorations are really getting me in the mood."

"Yes we have some beautiful vintage equipment here." As she spoke Claire reached over and pulled a leather crop from its place on the wall. "Take a look at the fine craftsmanship here, English late 19th century. See how well the carved handle fits in your hand"

Diana held the rod and gave a flick. "Lovely."

"Why don't you take it with you for your ride?

"Oh how thoughtful of you"

Just a few minutes later we finished and headed back upstairs I was surprised to feel a pinch on my behind as we were leaving the dining room. Especially because the chef, Agnes had a clear view. I didn't have the nerve to turn around. But I was excited by Diana's brazen act. This was our little sign that she was in the mood. At the top of the stairs she stopped me and stuck her tongue in my ear.

"When we get to the room I want you to strip down to your underwear."

...

In my shorts and tee shirt I lay on my stomach as directed. Diana assumed a position straddling my back. She still had on her boots and stockings but the skirt had been removed. Leaning over me Diana reached under my shirt to pinch my nipples. I had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming but when she stopped I begged for more. The pincer-like pressure continued as she whispered huskily into my ear 

"I'm the man here and you are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?"

"Whatever you say. I'm really turned on, let's fuck" Suddenly I felt a sharp sting on my backside. I couldn't really see but it felt like the quick flick of the leather riding crop.

"You don't make demands. You follow instructions. Is that clear?

"Huh?" I was a little drunk.

Another sting on my buttocks. In the back of my head I knew that this was the natural order of things for us. I didn't really fight it but the realization was a little slow.

"You serve me."

The firm statement offered no possibility of dissent but still my response was incoherent.

Whish, sting.

"You are my slut" Again her stern confident voice in my ear was like a light guiding my way.

"Yes" I managed tentatively

Whish, sting.

"Say it"

"I am your slut," I whimpered. I couldn't believe those words fell so naturally from my lips.

"Who do you serve?"

"I serve my wife Mistress Diana."

"Good boy." She cooed over me. "Now pull down your boxers and spread you legs for me.

I obeyed immediately. Then I lifted my hips according to her instructions. My one wish was to accommodate her desire.

Diana gripped my torso and began to push against my bare bottom. She had maneuvered the crop so that the polished wooden handle was directly over her vagina, held in place by her pantyhose. As she gyrated it stimulated her and she moved more quickly. I could feel the hard object working against my anus. While my erection grew her thrusts became more intense and faster, between moans her breathing was ragged. Soon she was bucking and grunting her nails digging into my flesh. I held onto the end of the mattress desperately. I knew from her long deep moan, "uuhhhhhhhhhhh" that she had climaxed. She fell on top of me sweaty and disheveled. The crop was right between my buttocks.

I was very aroused but as I slid my hand down with the thought of stroking my member she stopped me short.

"Maybe there will be time for that later but right now I need a glass of water and then maybe some wine." She rolled off me and onto the bed as she spoke.

I pulled up my shorts and went across the room. The San Pellegrino fizzed as I poured her glass.

"Oh honey, that's just what I wanted. Now why don't you go down and get a nice bottle of Italian red wine from the restaurant?"

I was both sexually frustrated and content to fulfill her wishes as I got on my sweat pants and shirt and shoes to go down stairs for the wine. I still had a bulging erection when I passed Claire in the hall. Only the slightest twitch of her lips let me know that she was aware of my condition.

Agnes, the large -boned Swedish chef, was less discreet. When I asked for the wine she questioned me as to exactly what type L preferred. "From Tuscany?" "Lombardy?" "Umbria?" Her large breasts captivated my attention. "Are you sure she doesn't want it French?" Again and again she looked to my crotch as she interrogated me. Her attention, as well as her handsome figure and face, kept me aroused. Finally, as I left with a the bottle of Chianti she slyly offered, "You do want to be sure to please Madame don't you?" 


A Marriage Redefined Ch. 01



When I returned to the room Diana was back in bed in her silk kimono. "Pour me a glass."

With a loud "Pop" that made us both laugh I uncorked the bottle and poured her a glass.

"You may have some as well"

After a sip and barely a moment of relaxation. I heard the ambiguous order.

"Serve me."

I first thought she meant cunnilingus but then I saw the foot lotion and nail polish she held in her hand. I set about massaging her feet systematically working each toe then the ball and the heel. Her arches required repeated yet firm penetrating strokes. After about fifteen minutes I turned to her toe nails. All the while she was reading Forbes or The New Yorker. With cotton balls and polish remover I wiped away the old blood red paint from each nail. Carefully I applied a new brighter shade of red. My experience in this service was obvious and I took pride in the finished work. A feeling of warmth and affection spread over me. L. patted the bed and handed me my copy of GQ. We read side by side for the rest of the evening until she got up to change into her nightgown. It was time to sleep and there was no thought of further sexual activity. Diana had taken her pleasure and she was done. But as we pulled the covers up, she drew close and spoke quietly.

"We are a good pair, I appreciate how difficult some of these changes may be for you but you've come a long way."

We snuggled closer.



A Marriage Redefined Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Cooking Lessons

Saturday morning began quietly. Diana awakened around 7:30 and showered. Knowing her habits I had already performed my ablutions and washed her lingerie from the evening before. At her request I lathered and shaved her legs. She or I shaved her legs almost daily.

"You know" she said, "You could probably use a little trim. Pull down those pants."

She took the cream and razor and set about the job. I was relieved that she did not intend to shave it all off but only wanted a neater arrangement. The result was a straight line of dark brown hair at the top and sides forming a truncated V. She did insist I shave all the hair off my testicles. At her instruction I clipped all my pubic hair to medium short length. 

"From now on keep it neat."

I nodded in embarrassment. I had a half-erection through most of the process.

"That's a pretty pathetic sight, not very manly."

Her words stung.

"Clean up and we will go down for breakfast."

Diana ate a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs with toast. I had a grapefruit per her instructions and our agreement that I needed to keep in better shape. After the meal we were supposed to play some tennis. But first Diana wanted to speak with Agnes. I watched them chatting and looking my way and laughing. Not a good sign I thought to myself.

"I have arranged for Agnes to give you some lessons this afternoon. She was excited by the opportunity. I'm sure that there's a lot she can teach you."

I must admit that, if last night's dinner was any indication; the striking Scandinavian woman could cook. Her physical presence was daunting and I was apprehensive about being under her charge. Still I responded eagerly, "Yes I would love to learn a new dish to serve at home."

"It's not just the dish I am interested in but also the presentation and the method of serving," she said with a smile.

From there we went over to the courts for some tennis. It won't surprise you that Diana is a marvelous tennis player. She had played Varsity at Smith. I played reasonably well and worked up quite a sweat trying to chase down her expertly placed shots. She had me running back and forth while it seemed that she barely moved from the baseline. Except of course when she moved toward the net and slammed a winner. We played for two hours and she won all three sets handily. It was fun. Diana gave me some pointers on my game as we walked to the room to shower and change.

Standing in her sports bra and tights and glistening with sweat she looked like a conquering Amazon and I suppose she was. Her nipples were erect and she was rosy from physical exertion.

"Help me get out of these clothes and lets take a shower."

This was an offer I couldn't refuse.

In the shower I lathered her and scrubbed her back with the loofa. I washed her hair and rinsed it too. 

"Now my legs and feet."

I was on my hands and knees between her legs washing her feet when I felt a strong stream of water on the back of my head. This was odd because she was directly under the showerhead. As I turned to see what it was, I caught a spurt right in my face. I realized from the salty taste on my lips that she was peeing right on me. I had never experienced anything like this before. Neither of us said a word, I just stayed immobile until she had finished. Then she pulled my face to her and I licked her womanhood clean. She pulled my head away after just a minute.

"You liked that didn't you?"

"Yes" I admitted.

"Good! Now finish my feet and then wash yourself."

As I stood alone under the shower I reflected on the incident for a few moments. "Could there be any clearer act of domination?" It seemed like a scene from ancient Rome or Greece and I recalled a renaissance statue of two figures in much the same pose that we had been in just minutes ago. Yet I had been ready, pleased really, to be the vanquished. I would not be the superior figure ever. I was comforted by the thought that Diana was the one on top. My reverie was short but significant.

All cleaned up and still glowing from the exercise we dressed and descended to the lounge for a drink before lunch.

At lunch Seth again served us. He was attentive to her needs and barely acknowledged my presence. Diana made a point of asking when he got off work and seemed pleased to learn that he would be finished after the mid-day shift.

"He's quite attractive don't you agree?" This was not really a question.

"Yes he's good looking but very rude to me"

"Are you jealous?"

"Perhaps."

"Oh sweetheart, even if I had a fling with another man or woman, I wouldn't cast you aside. I love you. But you know I like a little excitement sometimes and I am curious about new experiences. You'll just have to accept that as part of our new arrangement. It's not that new anyway is it?"

I wasn't sure what she meant by that last question, but basically I knew she was in command and I knew I sort of liked that. Still, I wasn't prepared to admit that I liked the arrangement.

I responded, "Of course you decide those things but I don't have to like it, do I?"

"Well you might. And who knows, you might have a little extramarital activity yourself sometime."

"I doubt that." In my mind however I knew that the thought of Diana with another man had long been one of my most closely held secrets. I had never mentioned it to her. As far as extra-marital activity, I was far too awkward to set up anything of the sort.

Agnes came to the table as we finished our coffee.

"Ready for ze lesson?" She spoke with a European accent that I couldn't quite place but it really didn't allow for dissent.

"Ready when you are." I was trying to be upbeat.

"I am going to read in the lounge for a while and then maybe I will take a walk or get a massage or something." Diana was not usually so vague but I had my activity all planned and so I went back to the kitchen.

It was a dazzling space of white tiles and brushed aluminum. Agnes ran a tight ship; all the staff was extremely deferential or even subservient. After she was satisfied that the food had been properly stored and the pots and pans were in the back room being washed she turned to me.

"I am ze teacher and you are ze student, yes?"

"Yes"

"I studied many years in France from ze master chef, Madame O. Her methods were verry strict but verry effectif. We follow zose rules here also. I expect my students to listen clozely and obey. If you do so you will learn if not you will be punished."

I looked at her with eyes wide. "Punished?"

"Yes" she smiled, "You get a slap with ze spoon." She waved a large wooden spoon as she spoke.

"We start now. We make honey almond cake. Everyone will love it when a pretty man like you brings zis cake for party." She stroked my face.

I couldn't help notice her large breasts jutting out from her athletic figure. She was dressed professionally with a cotton cooks shirt and a long skirt. Her bare feet fit into a pair of clogs. She was at least 6 feet tall. Her blond hair has pulled back and pinned in a bun.

"Now get ze eggs from ze refrigerator."

I set about retrieving the ingredients and she began to instruct me.

"The almonds must be very finely chopped like zis"

I tried but evidently I failed to meet her standard. "Whack" the spoon hit my backside.

"Smaller"

I tried again. This time I got it right and I felt her hand caress the spot where the spoon had struck before. In fact she reached even further down to my most sensitive area. I had to squirm a little.

"You see if you do it right you get a reward."

Next I learned to properly soften the butter and blend in the honey.

"I use only ze lavender honey from Europe, here taste." She dipped a long finger in the jar a practically shoved it into my mouth.

"Oh you have a soft tongue, how erotic"

I couldn't believe she was coming on to me like this and I was both flustered and aroused. We continued with the other ingredients, flour, eggs, cinnamon. Halfway through she took off her chef's jacket revealing a tight fitting t-shirt. I couldn't help but stare.

"You like zem? You like to touch zem?" It wasn't so much a question as command. She placed my hands on her breasts and I started to squeeze and rub. Agnes observed me and guided my fingers to the areoles with a circular motion. I couldn't resist; I was captivated.

"Mmmm zat is good. You have a gentle touch." 

I was very aroused by now, but didn't know what to do next.

"Now you stop and we finish cake."

Unhappily I obeyed her.

We got the cake done in short order and then I washed the pans. I came back to the kitchen where Agnes was adjusting the temperature on the stove. She saw me and moved over to the large table in the center of the room.

"We are not done yet, you know."

I suspected that she was not referring to more cooking class.

"You know honey and cinnamon is good for lovers. Aphrodisiac in India. You try some more." She held out a finger dripping with darkened honey. Without thinking I eagerly licked it off. Agnes reached down and lifted up her long skirt.

"Remove my panties."

I didn't hesitate to pull the thin white undies off her hips and down her long legs. I admired the bikini underwear and noticed they were wet in the crotch. Agnes stepped out of them and out of her clogs. As I watched she dipped a finger into the mixture and then spread it along the folds of her labia.

"Now lick me."

Without another word I went down on her. 

"Start slowly with my lips, up and down, yes like zat."

My tongue lapped up the honey from every crease and crevice. Agnes edged back onto the table pulling me with her. She dipped her finger in the honey again. Then I watched as the finger disappeared deep inside her vagina.

"Now you follow." She put her hand on the back of my head directing it to her quivering pink sex. My tongue probed her hole, slowly at first in and out. Gradually I increased the rhythm. Agnes urged me to go faster. My mouth strained but I persisted according to my teacher's instructions.

"My cleetorees, my cleetorees." she was panting. 

I inched my mouth up to her most sensitive flesh. The knob was engorged and erect as I flicked and fluttered my tongue along the tip. Agnes crossed her legs over my back, her thighs tightening around my head. I could just hear her high-pitched cries of pleasure. My senses of sight and smell were equally diminished. My nose and eyes were buried in her pubic mound. A faint odor of female musk mixed with cinnamon filled my nostrils. Pink flesh and curly blond hair were all I could see.

I couldn't move my head at all as Agnes took over. Her hips swayed, grinding her vagina over my face. Soon she was bucking hard and squeezing tighter. I thought I was going to lose consciousness when suddenly her bodied stiffened as the orgasm spread through her body. Then she went limp. I looked up to see the beautiful Scandinavian visage fully relaxed, heavy lidded as if intoxicated. Stray hairs were plastered against her forehead.

"Mmmm zat was good. You are a good student. Madam Diana will be pleased.

Suddenly I realized that Diana had arranged all this. I wondered what she had been doing all this time.

Still I was very aroused, but when I moved toward Agnes she was clear in her rejection. "No zat is enough. You have done good service, be satisfied with that." Easy for her to say! As I had nowhere else to go I walked back to our room. I was not prepared for the scene that awaited me.



A Marriage Redefined Ch. 03



Chapter 3: From Realization to Contentment

I tried to be quiet as I opened the door to our room but really it made no difference. I knew immediately from the sounds that there were others in the suite already. Maybe I should have been ready for what I saw but I wasn't. I was stunned. Standing by the bed with his back to me was Seth the waiter. He was naked and very busy fucking my wife. Diana was also naked and she had her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands gripped his shoulders. She was riding him hard. It was obvious they had been at it for a while. I could see the beads of sweat on their bodies. I smelled the odors of love, musk, and sweat. Diana saw me but made no acknowledgement of my presence, she was focused on another man. Her moans and his grunts made it clear that they were both close to climax. She held his head and kissed him deeply and passionately. I stood frozen and fascinated. As I looked closely I could see that Diana held a string in her hand, later I realized it was looped around the base of Seth's penis and served as a cock ring. Holding the string tightly she could control the timing of his orgasm. She was definitely on top. 

Her moans grew louder, she didn't care who might hear, and she rode him rougher and rougher. I admired his strength and staying power. Sliding up and down his shaft, she pleasured herself. His hands held her hips and buttocks; his erection plunged deep and then pulled out almost completely. I had never been able to perform like that with my member. (Of course my forte is cunnilingus.) 

I gazed at their bodies working in unison. Five, six, seven thrusts, I wasn't counting, Diana suddenly clenched her muscles. A loud oooooh came from deep inside her, she thrust again and let out another oooooh of pleasure, and then repeated the motion. She was experiencing multiple orgasms. She released the string and spoke to Seth in his ear. He thrust harder. "Yes" she said out loud. "Come now." With that Seth let out his own moan of pleasure and ejaculated into her. Slowly they relaxed and untangled themselves on the bed. I didn't know what to do; my own penis was throbbing for release.

After just a minute, Diana called me by name "E. get two towels and a warm washcloth and come clean us up." Seth glanced my way and a slow languorous smile crossed his face. With anticipation and trepidation I grabbed two fresh towels and put a washcloth under warm water. As I walked over to the couple in their post-coital glow L. said "wipe his genitals with the cloth." To Seth she said "When he's done you may go but be sure to leave a number where I can reach you. I haven't had sex like that in years." My ears were red from her stinging comments but I did as I was instructed and carefully washed the sperm from his limp penis and testicles. I admit that I enjoyed it too. Seth got up and pulled on his cloths without saying a word. He wrote a number on the pad by the phone and gave Diana one last French kiss before leaving.

As the door closed, Diana said, "Now clean me." I picked up the cloth again but Diana stopped me. "Not with that, with your tongue." This was a new level of humiliation, licking another man's cum from my wife's vagina. Yet I proceeded without hesitation, in fact I was aroused. I knelt by the side of the bed. I could see the white liquid oozing slowly from her gash, her pink lips still engorged. I moved closer and began to lap it up.

Diana spoke to me as I cleaned her privates. "I know what you did with the cook you little slut." I concentrated on my task. "Next time I'll make you lick my stud clean too, you whore. Or better yet I'll have him fuck you. How would you like that?" My little whimper of acquiescence placated her. "You are lucky I am the forgiving type." I had been set up, I knew, but I didn't care. Just her words were bringing me close to orgasm. I tried to touch myself. "Don't even think about that you slut. Finish up down there and run me a bath." A wet spot seeped through my underwear as I got up to go to the bathroom. I couldn't stop myself from saying "I love you Mistress Diana." "I know you do." She responded with a softened even kindly tone. A rush of happiness filled me.

"But of course I will still have to punish you for your infidelity."

"I understand."

...

I was kneeling over the tub when Diana came in. I wanted the temperature to be just right. She ran her fingers through my hair affectionately. "You are taking to this better than I thought possible. We may have a future after all." She stepped into the warm bath. I was delirious. I tried to explain the swelling emotions. "I mean it when I say I love you. I have always admired your strength and creativity. Even if I couldn't admit it I have wanted to serve you. I am happy when you are in charge and make the decisions. This weekend has been a revelation. It's like the layers have been peeled back to uncover the truth. We are meant to be together, each with our own role to play. I pledge my servitude to you my queen."

"Well said, my dear husband. You have always been so romantic. Come closer."

I wasn't ready when she reached around and pulled me to her. She planted a vigorous kiss to my lips. Then she handed me a bath sponge. "Wash my back."

I set about scrubbing every inch of that lovely body. Diana just lay back with eyes closed. She sighed as I lathered and rinsed her arms and torso. Her nipples responded to the gentle caresses over her breasts. But I did not linger, instead I poured some shampoo into my hand and massaged it into Diana's dark hair. All the while she paid no attention to me. I was merely her servant. Hips, derriere, vagina, thighs, I bathed each part attentively. As I moved to her legs Diana handed me a razor and without a word I grabbed the can of shaving cream. Diana lifted her right leg out of the water and put her foot on my shoulder. In a silent ritual of servitude, I spread the white foam up and down her leg and shaved her very very carefully. She placed her left foot on my shoulder as I rinsed her right leg with the hand held shower. 

I was not prepared for what happened next. As I continued with her left leg, Diana pushed her right foot between my legs and began to rub my balls. My shaft began to rise inside my undershorts. I tried to concentrate on my task and managed to shave her left leg without a nick. After rinsing that leg I felt two feet pushing against my hardened cock. Almost involuntarily I tightened my ass and pushed back with my hips.

"Yes, that's my good boy, fuck my feet. Pleasure yourself."

I grabbed the side of the tub and thrust harder. Diana had braced herself against the back of the bath. I could feel her heels, arches and toes.

"Take off that underwear and put some cream on my feet."

In one minute I was back at it.

"You will orgasm when and how I say."

"Yes, my Queen" was all I could manage to utter.

"Now finish up."

With two more thrusts I exploded. Diana rubbed the cream and sperm over my belly as all my muscles relaxed.

I gathered my energy to towel Diana dry and wipe her feet as she stepped out of the bathtub. I was woozy but content.

Diana stood by the sink and gave another command. "Kiss my anus."

Without hesitating I buried my face between her buttocks and sought out her dark rose. I pressed my tongue into the hole.

"Good job, that will be enough. I think you have understood your true position in our marriage."

I nodded in a happy agreement.

The End