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2008 Ch. 01

By: Scorpio44a



 [This is chapter one of at least ten chapters. Somewhere in those chapters you will find betrayal, a bit of honesty, Dom/sub relationship, oral sex, anal sex, coitus, a three-some, a four-some, yoga, the death of one of the characters, new beginnings, and a possible surprise or two. As always I encourage feedback and votes.]

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Ten minutes before we needed to walk out the door headed for work Kaye walked out of the bedroom. I had the newspaper in front of me looking at the list of movies at our nearby theater.

I saw her wearing two-inch heels, charcoal hose and a black skirt but only after I saw the mostly red paisley blouse. It was silk and a gift from her sister given last Christmas and that she had worn three times. All three times I had said something I thought conveyed my feelings about how ugly it was, how it didn't enhance Kaye's anything and how I'd prefer she didn't wear it. 

Needless to say my opinion is my opinion and should be kept to myself. Not likely.

"Is your sister joining us on our date tonight?" I asked, in a friendly tone.

"You know she's in Portland." She sat and picked up a piece of toast I'd made and buttered just the way she likes it.

"Oh. So it's just me you have a date with tonight?"

She bit into the toast and looked at me like she thought she would see someone else sitting in my chair. "Of course it's just you. What's this about?"

"You've worn that blouse three times since your sister gave it to you. All three times I've mentioned that I don't like it. Now, you get dressed for a date with me and wear it anyway. I might get the idea my likes and dislikes don't matter, that's why I asked."

She dropped the toast on her plate and stood. "If it bothers you that much, I'll change!" She walked back to the bedroom unbuttoning the blouse. She came back wearing a teal blouse she knows I love. I bought it. She picked up the toast, took a swig of coffee and said, "I'll have to eat this as I drive. Are you happy now?"

"You angry that I said I didn't like the other blouse?"

"Yes! My sister gave me that blouse!"

We were walking to our cars. I said, "Then by all means wear it when she's here on a visit. Put it on and I'll take pictures of you in it all over town and you can send her the pictures, but please don't wear it when your going to be on a date with me." 

She got into her Accord and as the door closed I heard her say, "Sometimes you're such an ass!" I guessed that meant I wasn't getting a kiss good-bye. I was right. I got in my truck and by the time I backed out into the street she was out of sight.

My thoughts, as I drove the fifteen minutes to work, changed from Kaye and adding one more item to the growing list of complaints I had about our relationship, to work. I parked in the company lot and made it to my desk on automatic pilot. Four hours later I was at lunch with the same five people I'd had lunch with for five years. Somehow the five of us got together for lunch three times a week. Four of us were married, none to each other, with no kids and all about the same age. The fifth I wasn't sure about. Beth never mentioned a spouse or a date. The first couple of years we worked together she brought a nice looking older guy to some events, but that stopped after a couple of years.

After we were all a few bites into our lunches I asked, "Bob, do you have a shirt your wife hates?"

"Sure. It's a loud Hawaiian. I love it!" He smiled at the memory.

"Phil?" I asked.

"Yeah. I like long sleeved t-shirts. I bought one that's bright yellow. I bought it on line and it arrived while Veronica was out of town. By the time she saw it I'd worn it twice and washed it twice, otherwise she would have returned it."

Bob asked, "You ever wear it?"

"Yup. Every time Veronica's out of town."

I turned my attention to Alison, "Ali, do you have clothes Mike doesn't like?" As I asked the question I really looked at Alison. Most of the time I was around her I didn't look at her. She is what I call clean sexy. She dresses and carries herself like an athlete, clean, well put together, walks with grace and fluidity and wears well-tailored clothes that hint at what isn't shown. She favors blouses that show a tiny bit of cleavage. Her legs and butt I knew from past observations were those of a runner, slender and well muscled.

"No. When we got back from our honeymoon we went through all our clothes and what he doesn't like went in the trash. What I didn't like of his also went in the trash."

"What happens when you go shopping and buy something new?" Beth asked.

"I keep the receipt and leave the tags on. I show it to him and it only goes in the closet if he likes it. He does the same thing."

Phil asked, "Pete, why the question? You wear something Kaye didn't like?"

"No. Kaye's sister gave her a silk blouse for last Christmas. It's so ugly it'd make a blind man puke. Since Christmas she's worn in three and a half times."

"And a half?" Alison asked.

"And a half. She and I have a dinner and movie date tonight. She came to breakfast wearing that blouse! Every other time she wore it I told her I didn't like it and didn't think it was flattering on her. When I said something this morning she exploded and called me an ass. I don't get it."

"She knew you don't like it and wore it anyway?" Alison asked.

"That's what I don't get. I would never wear a shirt I knew she didn't like, unless she was out of town."

"To quote the kid who lives next door, She's dissing you, man." Phil said. Heads nodded.

"Phil, we're about the same size. Can I borrow your bright yellow shirt?"

Beth leaned closer and said, "I think I smell a behavioral experiment in the making."

I nodded, "Right! I want to see her reaction to my wearing a shirt she doesn't like."

Phil asked, "Not everyone hates that shirt! I like it! What if you wear it and she likes it?"

"I'll still give it back to you."

"Ok. I'll bring it with me tomorrow."

During the afternoon I started looking in my memories at other ways Kaye might be dissing me. I found a few and noticed I tried to find other reasons for her behavior, other than dissing me. I remembered that sometimes she'll ask, "Where would you like to go for dinner?" We never end up at the place I recommend, unless I recommend Red Lobster, her favorite. I looked at that and said to myself, "Maybe she has a good reason for saying no to my choices. Yeah, then why ask?"

I drove home at the end of the day, stopping at the car wash so our transportation would be clean and smell good for our date. The guy at the car wash asked which air freshener I wanted. I know whenever Kaye takes her car to the wash she gets lavender. I have done it too, to please her, but I don't like my truck smelling like a whorehouse so I told the guy citrus.

I still got home ten minutes before Kaye. I went inside, shaved and brushed my teeth. I put on a fresh shirt, too. After all, I was getting ready for a date.

I heard Kaye's Accord pull into the garage so I went out the back door. She saw me, waved and got into the truck. I locked the house and got into the truck. Before my butt landed on the seat she asked, "You been hauling lemons in here?"

"No. The guy at the car wash sprayed citrus in here so it wouldn't smell too manly."

"I don't like it." 

I turned the key and she immediately opened the window.

"If you'd like we can take your car or stop at the car wash for another fragrance." I said.

"I'll survive. Let's go."

I put the truck in reverse and asked, "Where would you like to go for dinner?"

"Anywhere. Let's just go all ready."

"OK. There are three eateries across from the theater. We'll decide when we get there."

"Nathaniel's is a block farther and I like their brisket."

"Is that where you want to go?"

"Yes."

Mentally I was making notes. We ate at Nathaniel's and she had chicken. We had talked about seeing "Dark Knight" on our date. She changed our mind as we approached the ticket booth, deciding she didn't want to see a "Dark" movie. Instead, she picked "27 Dresses". If there was ever a movie that fit in the category of "Chick Flick" that movie fit. A few minutes into the movie I put my hand on her thigh. She covered my hand with hers and held me there through the end of the movie. A couple of times I started to move my hand and she pressed harder to keep me from moving.

As we walked to the truck I reached for her hand. She folded her arms. I opened the door for her and she looked at me like I had slapped her. When I had closed the door and gone around to get into the driver's seat, she buckled in.

When my belt clicked I reached to start the engine. "Why do you always think I need you to open the door for me?"

"I don't. I know you can do it. I enjoy doing it for you. I'd open the door for any woman getting into my truck. I did it for my mom every time she ever rode with me."

"I'm not your Mom. I don't like it. Please don't do it again."

"I'll do it once more, when we get home, then I'll never do it again. Ok?"

"No. I don't like it. Don't do it again." She rode all the way home with her arms folded and her mouth closed.

When I shifted into PARK she unbuckled and opened the door. She jumped to the ground and walked to the back door, opened it with her key and went in. She left the back door open. I closed the garage and followed her, closing and locking things as I followed.

By the time I made it to the bedroom she was in the shower and the bathroom door was closed. I undressed and showered in the guest bathroom. I still was in bed before Kaye. She came to bed in a t-shirt and panties and I watched her long legs move across the room. Even when Kaye is pissed she walks like a dancer, so fluid and graceful it turns me on each time I get to watch.

I was on my side facing her side of the bed when she got in. Her bedside lamp was the only light on in the house. She shut it off and rolled onto her side facing away from me.

I waited fifteen or so seconds and said, "Thanks for the great date, Honey. I can't remember when I've had such a romantic date." I rolled to face away from her and she said, "If it wasn't romantic enough for you, tough! You started the day picking on me. You treated me like an invalid and tried to grope me in public. Not romantic from where I sat."

"You want to fight?" I asked.

"No! I want you to apologize!"

"I apologize for the men and women in my family teaching me that treating a woman like a lady has a man open doors for her. I apologize for telling you that you were wearing clothes that don't flatter you, in my eyes. I know how good you can look and I love seeing you at your best. I apologize for saying so. I apologize for thinking a darkened theater is dark enough and private enough for a husband to have his hand more than three inches above his wife's knee."

"That's not the apology I wanted."

"I'm not surprised." Neither of us spoke until the alarm sounded at 6:00am. As she got out of bed I said, "I apologize for not dying in the night."

She slammed the bathroom door. By the time she came out, I was dressed and gone.

'What is going on in her head?' I wondered. I didn't take the shirt from Phil. I liked it a lot. When lunch was over Beth handed me a folder and walked away. I took it back to my desk and read what was inside.

It was a story, copied from a web site. I read an account of a man and wife who were having troubles because the man she wanted was not who he was being. He had been raised to be the nice guy. He catered to her whims when what she wanted was to be controlled. When he took her to dinner he let her pick the restaurant and order. Things changed in the story when she decided she could have a macho lover and her man would put up with it. He changed from pussycat to tiger and she got scratched! He read books and web sites about Domination and submission and became assertive. By him becoming more assertive he got his wife back.

I read the story three times. I took it with me when I left work an hour early. When I got home I went to Kaye's closet and found the ugly red paisley blouse. I hung the empty hanger in the laundry room and took the blouse to my bar-b-que grill. I wet it good with lighter fluid and lit a match. I watched as it disappeared into ash and I smiled as I watched. I went back into the house and opened my computer. I typed an invitation to Kaye.

You are Invited

For a weekend of Pleasure

The weekend of

7-8-9 June.

Pack for a weekend in the sun, 

With water (Perhaps swimming, boating,??)

And dinner out each night.

If you accept we leave at 5:45pm on Friday the 7th.

This weekend will not cost you so much as a dime.

However, to accept you cannot ask questions about the weekend.

If you accept the invitation, sign this paper before June 4th and 

hand it to the man you want to go with.

That weekend was only a few days away. I rented a cabin from my Uncle. It was a two and a half hour drive from our home and near a lake. Kaye had been there once, in the dark.

I found an envelope in my desk and addressed it to Kaye. I propped it with the invitation inside, against the salt and pepper mills on our table and went back to my computer. I looked up some topics I had read a little about in the story. When I heard the garage door closing I changed to a site about cabins for sale near Lake Arrowhead.

I heard the back door open, then close. I heard the envelope tear. Two minutes later I heard our bedroom door close. I went back to the site I had been reading and read a bit more.

When the bedroom door opened I switched to the cabin site. Kaye opened the door and asked, "Last night you were angry and today I get an invitation? I don't understand."

"Which part of the invitation don't you understand?"

"On it's own, I understand it. Together with last night, I don't. The last thing you said to me this morning was an apology for not dying last night!"

"When you went to sleep last night weren't you so pissed at me I didn't even get a kiss? Hadn't you asked for an apology and then rejected it when I gave it? Hadn't you said I was treating you like an invalid and dissing you by groping you in public? I got the impression that if the alarm woke you this morning and you found me lifeless you'd have been relieved."

"I wouldn't have been relieved! My God, you're my husband!"

"Lately it's been harder and harder for me to know that. What have you done in the last month that would tell anyone watching that you and I are more than persons of opposite sex sharing living quarters?"

"I came home to you every night." 

"Since we both live here where is the evidence you came home TO ME? Did you call during the day? Send me an email? No. Did you come in and say hello? No. You used to come home and kiss me hello. I recall hearing you come through the door in the distant past and say, "Hi Honey, I'm home." That hasn't happened when you come home in weeks, maybe months."

"Saying that is so juvenile. We're adults."

"Did you ask me how I felt about the greeting? No. Did you discuss it with me at all? No. You just stopped. The words stopped and the kisses stopped too."

Seconds passed without either of us speaking. Finally I asked, "Are we doing something together for dinner? Do you want to have dinner with me? Shall I fend for myself? What is your plan?"

"I'd like to do dinner together, but not to fight."

"Good! How long till you're ready to go? I'll buy."

"Where?"

"You pick tonight and I'll pick tomorrow night."

"Red Lobster. I'll be ready in ten minutes."

She left and in fourteen minutes she was actually ready to walk out the door. I walked directly to my door and got into my truck. She got in and buckled in as I watched. We went to Red Lobster. She told me about the stress at her job and the latest gossip about her co-workers. When the bill came I paid it and waited for her at my truck while she used the ladies room. As she approached I unlocked her door with the button on my armrest.

When we got home I made no move to help her exit the vehicle. I opened the back door and asked her if she would be offended if I left it open.

"Why would I be offended?"

"You might think I left it open as a signal that you are infirm, sick, weak, or some other interpretation I didn't intend. I want to avoid that. You were pretty strong about not wanting me to treat you the way I was taught to treat women. I need to check so I don't piss you off."

"It's Ok to leave the door open if we're both going through the same door."

"So, it would have been Ok for me to hold the door for you at Red Lobster?"

"Yes!"

"I may need to start keeping notes on the new rules."

"I doubt it. They make sense." She walked in. I closed the door after she was inside. The torn envelope was on the table. She walked past it and didn't even give it a look. I went into the living room and turned on Jeopardy. She went in to her computer and stayed there until time for "The Biggest Loser". We watched it together. I stayed pretty quiet and listened to her comments. She was for whatever the women did and voiced how unfair it was to have the women competing against the men. "Everyone knows men lose weight faster."

When it was over and they sent a man home she said, "He was too big a threat. They did the right thing." She left the living room and went into the bedroom. I got there just before she did. Not because it was a race. I was sitting closer to the hallway during the show.

As always I went into our bathroom and undressed, turned on the shower and when the water was at a good temperature I asked, "You joining me in the shower?" There was a ten second pause and she said, "No thanks. I'll wait my turn."

She hadn't joined me in the shower in two weeks. She used to join me almost every day.

When I finished and came out of the bathroom she was in a robe and quickly went into the bathroom and closed the door. 'What was she hiding?' I wondered.

I got into bed, leaving the only light on the bedside lamp on her side of the bed. She came out of the bathroom and reached for the switch on the lamp before she removed the robe. I said, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"No! Why would you ask that?" She took a half step back as she asked.

"I'll be blunt. I haven't seen you naked in weeks. You close the bathroom door every time you go in there. You don't shower with me any more. You're about to shut the light off before you get into bed and I'd guess that under the robe you have on a t-shirt and panties. Given how we were together six months ago, I'd say you're hiding something."

"Well, I'm not. I just know if I'm naked around you it turns sexual very quickly, and I'm not in the mood."

"Oh." I said. "That explains it. Ok." I rolled over and faced away from her. She shut the light off and got into bed.

In the morning she got the bathroom first. I dashed to the guest bathroom and quickly did my rituals and got out of the house headed for work before she came out of the bathroom. 

The deadline for accepting the invitation was the next day. I made reservations for a rental car for the drive up to the cabin. I called ahead to a restaurant recommended by my Uncle. At lunch Beth sat next to me and when the others left she asked, "Did you like the story?"

"It opened my eyes. I liked it and I hated it."

"And?"

"And I want to have a conversation with you, but not here."

"After work you could drive to Woody's and sit on the patio. We can talk there, if you like." I nodded. She patted my arm and went back to work. I cleaned up the table and went back to work as well. By four o'clock I had finished the project I'd been working on and didn't need to start the next thing until the next day, the fourth of June.

I let the boss know I was done for the day and I left. By 4:30 I was on the patio of Woody's and I was alone. Ten minutes later Beth walked in and sat across from me. The waiter followed her to my table and she said, "Iced tea with extra lemon, please." He turned and disappeared.


2008 Ch. 01



In less than a minute he put her iced tea and a bowl with extra slices of lemon on the table.

She took a drink and said, "Hi."

"Hi. I'm going out on a limb here. You either wrote the story or it's about you."

She blushed and said, "If I knew I was that transparent, I might not have given it to you."

"I'm glad you did. I'm glad you are in the story. It lets me be bold." I took a copy of the invitation out of my pocket and handed it to her, folded. I continued to hold it after she touched it. "I gave this to Kaye yesterday. She hasn't said a word about it."

I let go of the paper and she read it. When she was finished she looked up at me.

I said, "I think the odds are good she will not give me the paper and that she expects that if she doesn't, I won't go. I have already made the reservations and paid the deposits on the rental car and the accommodations."

"So, with her or without her, you're going?"

"Yes. If she doesn't accept the invitation I will make two phone calls as soon as I get to work tomorrow. The first will be to you. The second is to a lawyer. Everything is in place to have the lawyer hire a PI and find out what's actually going on. If it is as I suspect our marriage is over and she will be served while I am gone."

"Why are you calling me?"

"In the story it was called a play date. I'm inviting you."

"That kind of date requires a high level of trust."

"I think you know you can trust me. I think you already trust me or you wouldn't have given me the story."

She had the invitation in her hand. She opened her purse, pulled out a pen, signed her name and handed it back to me.

"When you call tell me where to meet you. I don't think parking my car at your house would be smart."

"I'm getting a car from Alamo, just down the street from Woody's. Can you be there by 5:45?"

"Yes."

"I guess that about covers it, for now." I said.

"I don't think so. I propose the date begins the instant you call me. You are my Master as soon as I answer your call. For all the days between tomorrow morning and when I am back inside my home the date is on. At work you are still Pete, I am still Beth. Anywhere else you are Master or whatever you have me call you. You will tell me what to wear to work, what to have for lunch and dinner each day and you will have access to me anytime day or night."

She looked around and seeing we were still alone she leaned forward and said, "I have a nice selection of toys. Shall I bring them, Master?"

"Yes! That's a good idea."

"I have much to do. Before I go, tell me what to wear to work tomorrow. I will do it even if Kaye accepts you invitation."

My brain spun with possibilities, then my mouth answered, "Heels, but no higher than two inches, nylons not pantyhose, no panties. A loose skirt and not longer than knee length. A colorful blouse, but please not red, and a bra that doesn't cover your areola and nipples. If that means ruining a bra let me know how much a replacement will cost."

"I have that bra on." She said, staring into my eyes.

Without breaking eye contact her hands slowly unbuttoned her blouse and she pulled it loose from her skirt. She slowly opened it and I saw that the lacy bra indeed exposed her areola and nipples. The bra hadn't been made that way but someone had altered it for that purpose. She was beautiful and sexy. I wanted to reach out and touch her."

"Thank you. That's exactly what I had in mind. Please cover up."

"Yes, Master." She whispered as her fingers pushed buttons through buttonholes. 

I walked her out and watched her drive away. In my truck I called the lawyer I had spoken to when Kaye first started acting weird and said, "Hire the PI. When he finds something call my cell or call me at work."

Before I got home my cell rang. It was the lawyer. "I hired him just after we talked before. I surmised you were going to want this. He just faxed me evidence and still pictures. Your wife is having an affair. I can have all of it delivered to your office in the morning."

"Good idea. I'll call you after I look it over, but if it's conclusive we'll serve her."

"Call me by eleven and she can be served before she leaves work. We can get a restraining order allowing her in the house only with you and an officer of the court present. Do you want that?"

"Yes, otherwise she may trash the whole place."

"Done. I'm sorry."

"I've had some time to consider this was coming. Now, it's almost a relief." We ended the call.

I drove on considering what to do next. An unpleasant night at home? A fight? A confrontation where I told her we were done? Not my style. Avoid her until after she was served then let the legal eagles fight it out? Yes.

I called home and said, "I've got to go to Ventura tonight for a job tomorrow morning. Want to go with me?"

"I have to work tomorrow! I can't go."

"Take a day off. The company's renting me a nice room so it would be a free vacation for you and most of the day you could relax my the pool with me nowhere around."

"Can't do it." She paused, "But, thanks for the offer."

"Ok. I'll miss you. I'll be home in a few minutes and as soon as I pack I've gotta go."

"Ok. Want some food before you go?" She asked. My brain thought, "POISON!!" 

I said, "No, I'll wait till I'm in Ventura to eat."

I parked the truck in the driveway. Kaye was in the bedroom. My suitcase was open on the bed. She sat on the bed and watched me pack. She asked good questions. "How long would I be gone? What was I doing in Ventura? Who was going with me?"

I gave her good answers: Two days maximum, supervising a new supervisor for a day or two and no one, just me.

I closed the suitcase and she followed me out to the truck. I put the suitcase up front with me and faced Kaye.

"I know you read the invitation. Needless to say the deadline has moved up to either accept or turn down the invitation. It needs to happen now."

"I can't go." She started to reach for me as she said the words but I took a step back, opened the door to the truck, which put her on one side of the door and me on the other.

"Oh, Ok." I said. I started the truck and put it in reverse. When I was twenty feet down the driveway I closed the door. Her face said it all. She had expected a fight, a conversation where I did everything to convince her to go, something other than, "Oh, Ok."

I didn't go to Ventura. I did go to my brother's house and slept on his couch. We sat up and talked until almost eleven. He and Veronica listened to me rant. Brad didn't say much all evening and looked uncomfortable. I believed it was because we were talking about Kaye cheating, anyone cheating. I was up and at work by 7:30 the next morning. I told my secretary that any calls for me were to be told I was out of the office for the day and if they gave a number she would have me call them back. My secretary didn't ask what was going on.

Using my cell I called Beth. She answered professionally and when I identified myself she asked, "Did she give you the invitation?"

"No. She has been cheating and a PI already has delivered proof. The pictures and a video are on my desk. She will be served today. I'm taking the rest of the day off and packing her things. Maybe I'll invite a few friends to help. If you drive by and see more than my truck, stop in. I'm having all the locks changed, too."

"What time, Master?"

"Any time after noon, I'll be there."

"Thank you..." I heard a voice in the background. Beth said, "I may need to take half a day off. A friend needs help." A few seconds passed and she said to me, "If there are other cars there or not, I can come."

"Not a good move at this stage of a divorce. I'll call your cell when others arrive, then please come too." We ended the call. I called Phil, Bob, Alison and two guys from the loading dock. The loading dock guys couldn't take off to help but they did drop off fifty packing boxes and tape. I took a vacation day and on my way home called a locksmith. He beat me home.

In an hour and a half the locks were all changed and locks were installed on all the windows. The friends arrived and the packing began. I called Beth. We labeled every box carefully. We stacked them in the garage. At one o'clock Beth arrived, with lunch; salads for her and Alison, pizza for the men. She also brought two six packs of beer and a six-pack of diet Coke. I was in the bathroom when she arrived, packing all the little things Kaye kept in the bathroom. She found me and showed me she dressed as I asked.

"Should I change now... Pete?"

"Yes. Use the guest bathroom. We've already packed it."

She came back two minutes later in a sweatshirt and cut off jeans. Alison got her to help packing all Kaye's clothes. I glanced in as they were checking out Kaye's bras and panties. I heard giggles.

We were done by 3:00pm. As they all were leaving Beth said, "Ok if I use the bathroom one more time?"

"Not a problem. Oh, and find the clothes you arrived in."

She went back into the house and everyone else left. I closed the garage full of boxes and went inside. I closed and locked the door. I found Beth in the guest bathroom, wearing low heels, nylons, the bra that allowed her nipples to peek out and nothing else.

When I opened the door she said, "Did I do what you requested?"

"Yes! God! I've seen you every day at work for six years and never would have guessed you were this incredible looking under the clothes." Her thigh high stockings were a light gray color with wide darker panels at the tops to help hold them up. I had admired Kaye's legs from the day we met and Beth's were a little shorter and a bit more muscular but still... HOT! The bra she wore was like an elegant frame for the areola and nipples peeking out from the lace. Her breasts were about "C" sized and pointed forward delightfully. The nipples and areola looked different from when I'd seen them at Woody's. The light was better in the bathroom than at Woody's. The nylons seemed to frame her shaved pussy perfectly. Her lips peeked out of her slit just a little and I wanted to touch them. I resisted. On paper, I was still married.

"Thank you. May I have a kiss?"

I looked at my watch, "It's after three. She's been served. Yes, we may kiss." Kissing her was incredible. For a long time I had sensed that Kaye wasn't fully kissing me when we kissed. It was like she was afraid I might hurt her if she surrendered to me, even in a kiss or in bed. When I kissed Beth she surrendered. Somehow she let go of herself in the kiss. I became aware that whatever I wanted was already mine.

As her body pressed against mine I grew hard. When I ended the kiss she stepped back a step and asked, "Would you like me to suck you, fuck you, anything?"

"We are not going to do that until we are at the cabin. The legal risks are too unknown right now. Thank you. Please get dressed."

She did it without hesitation. We went to her car and she drove away with instructions for what tto wear the next day. As I watched her drive away I was rock hard.



2008 Ch. 02



 [This is chapter Two of at least ten chapters. Somewhere in those chapters you will find betrayal, a bit of honesty, Dom/sub relationship, oral sex, anal sex, coitus, a three-some, a four-some, yoga, the death of one of the characters, new beginnings, and a possible surprise or two. I tell you all that so you can decide now if any of those things would be a deal breaker for you. As always I encourage feedback and votes.]

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At 4:30 Kaye and a cop arrived. I met them in the driveway. Kaye also brought two pretty strong guys and a truck with her. The cop said, "We're here to get Mrs. Peterson's things."

I hit the button on the garage opener in my pocket and said, "It's all right there. Take every box."

Kaye didn't say anything to me while her boys loaded boxes in a truck they brought. When they were done I closed the garage. Then she spoke, to the cop, "Can I walk through the house to make sure I got everything that's mine?" He nodded.

I opened the back door and held it open for Kaye. All five of us did the tour. She found one eyeliner pencil in the bathroom. I ushered them out and the men left in the truck. The cop stood near Kaye and Kaye asked what I was planning to do.

"Why are you asking? You don't care."

"I do care. I may not love you like a puppy, but I still care."

"How long have you been doing other men?"

"Not other men, just Mark. One other man." She looked down and added, "Six months."

"I hope he's everything you wanted in a man. I sure as hell wasn't. Now, leave and never come back."

She got a smug look on her face and held out a piece of paper to me. It was the invitation. "Maybe you can use this on someone else... someday."

I took it and pulled the signed one out of my shirt pocket and said, "Done. Replacing you didn't take long. That little trip will be our first date. I made sure she saw it was signed but not with enough time to read the signature. Her face showed shock and surprise.

The cop said, "Lady, I need to get back to work. Get in your car, please, and leave."

An hour later my phone rang and the ID said it was Kaye. I answered. 

"Pete, I fucked up big time! He kept saying when I got a divorce he would marry me! He won't even let me move in! I have no where to go!"

"Call Dr. Laura Schlessinger, she's on the radio. She likes listening to pathetic people who screw up their lives. I don't, especially when they attempt to screw mine up, too."

"Can't I come home? Please?"

"You don't live here. Why would I let you come back here? You wanted him more than me. At one time I was the man you wanted, the man you said you loved and wanted to share your life with. You moved on and I'm doing the same thing."

"You have your new whore there right now!"

"That makes you the old whore, if there's a new one. There is no one in the house except me. Not an old whore, a new whore or any living soul. And, for the record I haven't put my cock in anyone but you since a year before we got married."

"Please let me come home!" The words came through the tears. I almost wanted to give in. Almost. I remembered the story Beth gave me. I remembered the pictures of Kaye the lawyer had sent me.

"Meet me at the Jack in the Box on fifth. We'll talk."

I called Phil and asked him to come to the Box and stay in his car. If anything started in the Box he was to call the police. I printed an agreement on my computer and took it with me.

I was nursing a diet Coke when she walked in. She was still in her work clothes and looked like it had been a hard day, a very hard day. She sat down and I asked, "Want anything?"

"Diet Coke, please." I slid mine between us. She took a big drink and said, "Thanks."

"That's the first thank you in weeks. Now, are you sure you want to come back?"

"Yes! I fucked up and I'm sorry."

"There are conditions for your return."

"Anything!"

"Give me your purse." She did. I went through it and removed batteries from her PDA, her cell phone and even her flashlight. I handed it all back. I got the list from the bench beside me.

"Tomorrow you will arrange for your checks to be automatically deposited in my account." I read.

"I will."

"You will cook dinner every night and have it on the table by 6:30."

After a slight hesitation she said, "Ok."

"You will obey me, without hesitation no matter how strange you think my request might be."

"Obey?"

"Yes. From now on I run the show. When I want to go out to eat, I'll pick the restaurant and you'll act happy that I invited you along. When I want to go to the movie or anywhere you won't be a pain in my ass, you'll go where I want to go, when I want to go."

She thought for a long time on that and said, "Ok."

"We will go through all your clothes and everything I don't like will go in the trash. You will never buy new clothes I don't like. If you go shopping and buy something I don't like, it goes back. Agreed?"

"What if someone gives me something?" She was thinking about the red blouse her sister gave her.

"If I don't like it, it either goes back or in the trash. Oh, and you may wear panties only when you're on your period, never wear pants without permission and agree to be braless most of your non-working hours. You will always sleep nude except when you're on your period and never turn me down if I want sex. Never."

"Even if I'm bleeding?"

"Even if I want your ass and even if you're bleeding."

"That's disgusting!"

"You will voice you opinion when I ask for it and not volunteer it, ever."

"I have to do all of these things?"

"Yes, and you know I have evidence from an investigation of your adultery. You will name every man you've had sex with since we got married. That includes hand jobs and every man who had his cock inside your mouth, ass or pussy."

"I can't. I can't do all that. I'd be totally humiliated!"

"Ok, then we're done.

"That's too much."

"I don't remember saying let's sit together and negotiate an agreement. This is the agreement. Take it or leave it." 

"Does your new woman agree to all this?"

"We're not here to discuss anyone except you. You have five minutes to make up your mind." I looked at my watch. She looked at the list and she cried.

At three minutes she said, "Ok."

I said, "Sign it." I handed her a pen. She signed.

From a pocket I got a copy of what she signed and handed it to her. She took it and looked it over again.

"Put it in your purse." I said.

She looked up but didn't move. I said, "Any request I have to give more than once will include a punishment. Any agreement you break will also include a punishment to remind you to keep your agreements. This is the only time I will not punish you. Put it in your purse."

She put it away. I said, "Walk over to that trashcan and rid yourself of your panties."

She quickly stood and asked, "Can I remove them in the bathroom?"

"Walk over to the trash can and throw them in. The instruction is clear." She walked over and reached up under her skirt and pulled them down. She stepped out of them and picked them up and tossed them into the trash.

She came back to the table.

"Where are all your boxes?" 

"I rented a storage place. I'd have gone there tonight but it's locked down after eight."

"You have clothes for tomorrow?"

"Yes. I packed a suitcase."

"Get in your car and follow me." I got up and went to my truck. I watched her get in her car and I saw Phil follow us. I drove to a Motel 6 and checked her in. I paid for three nights. At the door to her room I gave her the key.

"You can stay here for the next three nights. When you get up in the morning you will call me and the first words you will say are, "I promise to be good." When you dress tomorrow do not wear panties. At lunchtime you will call me. I will have instructions for you. No one comes into this room except you. Understand?"

"Yes."

I got in my truck and went home. I talked to Phil as I drove.

"You paid for a motel room for her?" He asked.

"Three nights. I'm a fool but I can't just kick her to the curb. She has three days to get her act together. Want to help?"

"How, exactly?"

"She'll be in her room by seven tomorrow night. Pay her a visit. Tell her you want to help her reconcile with me. Don't go in her room unless she specifically invites you in."

"I'm a test, aren't I?"

"Yup."

"Ok, see you in the morning."

I got home and in bed just before midnight. The phone rang at 6:30. It was Kaye. "I promise to be good."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Not really. Safe, but not well."

"Who was the first man you cheated with after we were married?"

"Marcus."

"Does he have a last name?"

"Yes, but he's married."

"When was it?"

"2001." 

"Write a list today. Include full names, when you had sex with them and what you did together. Oh, and their phone numbers."

She was crying. I added, "Be on time to work." I hung up.

Two minutes later the phone rang again. I answered and Beth said, "Good Morning Master."

"Do you have a lot of silver or light gray clothes?"

"You know I do."

"This is a silver or gray day. Just before you meet us in the lunchroom go in the ladies room and masturbate to orgasm. Find a way to give me a taste of your fingers during lunch."

"Oh, I like this. Thank you."

I dressed, locked the house and went to work. My boss came by and asked what was going on. I told him the short version. He felt better once he knew what was up.

At lunch I got a call from Kaye. She said, "You asked me to call."

"I also asked you to complete a list for me and arrange for your checks to be deposited in my account. Have you done both?"

"Yes."

"Email the list to me at my work email and my home email addresses. Then you can have lunch. Have a salad and iced tea. Call me when you are back in the motel." I hung up.

Beth came to the lunch table and sat near me. She picked a cherry tomato from her salad and offered it to me. I sucked it and her fingers into my mouth for two seconds. I tasted her for the first time. I liked the taste and the sneaky way she arranged to give me the taste.

During lunch Beth offered other tomatoes to other people and always with her left hand. Late in the meal she asked if I wanted the last tomato. I said, "Sure." Her right hand picked it up and stuck it in my mouth. Her fingers were freshly wet!

No one was even paying attention. Bob was explaining something about what had happened on CSI the night before.

Back in my office I printed the list and looked it over. Almost seven years and twenty-one people. Twenty men and one woman had sex with her. I could probably count on her doing it again and again unless I changed the game.

I called her at her desk. I said, "Pick five names from the list. Call their wives and tell them what you did, when and convince them you're telling the truth. If they want your name, give it." Email me the results of the calls, who you called and their reaction by eight tonight. Eat at Denny's and no dessert. Oh, and as soon as you are in your room be nude until you dress for work tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Pete." She was crying.

I called Beth and as soon as she picked up the phone I said, "Thank you for the spicy tomatoes."

"You may have them every day if you'd like."

"Kaye is in a motel room calling the wives of the men she fucked and telling them the story. She cheated with twenty-one people while we were married!"

"You deserve better."

"Are you better?"

"Oh yes! I will not cheat. I'll fuck anyone you tell me to, or no one but you, for as long as our date lasts."

"When does it end?"

"It started by our agreeing that it ended when I got home again after the weekend."

"We can change that, can't we?"

"Ask me. Name a date when it ends, I'll agree to that date."

"Why are you so willing?"

"I've wanted you as my Master for the six years I've been working for PSS. This is only news to you."

"November tenth, 2066."

"I'll write it on the wall."

"No. Not on the wall. You're moving soon."

"Ok, I'll start packing. Will we have Phil, Bob and Alison help me move?"

"Could happen. Keeping us a secret is impossible. Did you masturbate after we talked last night?"

"No. I'll only cum when you tell me to."

"When we hang up cum for me."

"Are we hanging up now?"

"Soon. How long has it been since you were in a sexual relationship?"

"Four years. He died and I was given my freedom. I have had sex with two men and a woman between him and right now. The last man was two years ago. I have been tested and I'm clean."

I had been tested as a part of my annual physical only a month ago. I was clean, too.

"Can you have children?"

"No."

"Ok."

"Are you nude?"

"Yes."

"Cum for me. I can hardly wait until tomorrow afternoon." I hung up. I went to bed. 

The alarm woke me and I got up. I wasn't used to the house being so quiet so I turned on the radio as I got ready for work. I was interested in the weather report and then in a story about a man who came home late last night and his wife shot him with both barrels of his shotgun. She was reported to have said that his mistress had called her and convinced her it really was her husband she had been doing.

Kaye didn't call. On my way to work Phil called. I said, "Good morning."

"Can we still be friends?" He asked.

"Did you fuck her?"

"No, but I thought about it. She opened the door nude and crying. I moved to hold her and she wouldn't let me in or let me hold her. She said she promised you."

"Yes, we're still friends. Thanks. She passed the test. Your wife would be glad you passed, too."

I got to work and saw my boss in the parking lot. He said, "I didn't expect to see you until Tuesday."

"Before everything blew up I planned a little getaway weekend. I'm still going."

While we talked Alison, Bob, Phil and Beth joined us. They stood a few feet away, close enough to listen but not too intrusive. The boss reminded me I could take off any time, then he went inside the building.

Alison looked at Beth and Beth came and stood beside me. "I don't want you to be alone. Especially now. I was going to go visit my sister, but I can change my plans. Can I go with you?"

I looked at her standing in front of me offering herself to me in front of our friends. I said, "No man in his right mind would say no. Give me your address and go home and pack. I'll pick you up in two hours!" She wrote her address on the back of her business card, handed me the card and went directly back to her car.

I went inside and talked to my secretary. Too late. She already had the story. I used my office phone and dialed Kaye's office. She answered.

I said, "Can you take the rest of today off and come in about noon on Monday?"

"Yes, Pete."

"Do it. Go back to the motel and pack. Bring everything from the motel and meet me at my home. Be there no later than eleven o'clock." I paused and then added, "If there is anything red in your suitcase leave it in the motel room. You will never wear it again."

"Yes, Pete!" I hung up. I called Beth's cell.

"You said, in the story, that a master could have one sub train another."

"Kaye is coming with us?" She sounded excited at the prospect.

"Yes. For much of the weekend you will be training her and I will be learning. We will arrive at your home a little after eleven. How heavy is the toy suitcase?"

"Together we can handle it. When you arrive, send her to the door and you stay in the car. You like Sun Chips and diet Coke, right?"

"Right!"

"I have an ice chest with snacks, if you would like."

"Excellent."

"Master, when we get in the car we will sit behind you. Neither of us is ready to sit beside you, yet. Act as if this is your idea, please. We will talk on the drive and much of her thought processes will be attacked."

"Good idea." We ended the call and I left the office. I exchanged my truck for a four-door sedan at Alamo and went home. At 10:40 Kaye parked beside the sedan. I came out of the house and locked the door. I opened the trunk of the sedan and waited while Kaye moved her suitcase. Once it was beside mine in the trunk she started towards the front passenger door. "Sit in the back, please."

She gave me a hard look, but sat in the back seat.

Instead of turning north from our house, which would have taken us to the freeway I went south. She waited longer than I expected before she asked, "May I ask where we're going?"

"Yes."

A few more seconds and she asked, "Where are we going?"

"Remember when you gave me back the invitation saying I should use it someday with someone else? We're picking up someone else."

I glanced in the mirror and saw everything but steam coming out of her ears. In less than a minute she calmly asked, "You're going to fuck her in front of me, aren't you?"

"It's a possibility. A very likely possibility." Another glance and I saw tears on her cheeks. When I pulled into Beth's driveway I hit the button to unlock the trunk.

"Please go help Beth with her luggage. When she opens the door you say, "Good morning, sister. May I help you carry things?"

Kaye got out and slowly walked to the door. She knocked and Beth opened the door. A minute later Kaye came back to the car with a suitcase, tossed it in back and went back into the house. They came back out hefting a bigger suitcase between them. Once it was in Beth ran back and locked her house. She said, "Get in the back seat, please."

As Kaye got in on the passenger side Beth came to the driver's door and I rolled the window down. "We are ready Master. May I have a kiss before we go?"

I unbuckled and got out of the car. Beth molded herself to me and melted my socks and singed the grass near our feet. The kiss ended and I said, "Thank you." I opened the door for her. Once she was in, I got in and restarted the car.



2008 Ch. 03



 [In this chapter Dominant/submissive lifestyle is introduced to Beth, a tattoo is discovered and Pete gets stronger.]

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Once we were on the freeway I said, "Beth I want the two of you to talk about the new way of life Kaye is testing."

Beth asked, "She has not given herself to you, Master?"

"She has signed the paper. I have not decided if I accept. Past behavior is no guarantee of future results, as they say on TV. In this case past behavior would have me pull over and put her out at the side of the road."

Beth began. "Kaye, how long were you married to Pete before you dishonored him by having sex without his permission?"

"A few months."

"How did you rationalize your behavior?"

"Sex with someone else is more exciting."

"So you got new partners every time sex became less exciting. How often did you trade them in?"

"Three or four times a year."

"But you stayed with Pete. Why?"

"He's a good man. He's a safe place to come back to, safe, reliable, honest and took good care of me. I've always felt loved when I'm with him, until the last few months."

"Do you have the sheet he gave you with the rules on it?"

Kaye got it out of her purse.

Beth looked at it without taking it from Kaye. She smiled. Most of it was taken from her story.

"Read the first item, please."

"Tomorrow you will arrange for your checks to be automatically deposited in my account." Kaye read.

"Did you do it?"

"Yes, the next day."

"What is the symbolism in doing that?"

"The symbolism?"

"What does it mean beyond you being broke?"

"It means I willingly depend on Pete for everything."

"The key word is willingly. Did you transfer everything from your accounts to his?"

"No."

"What does that mean?"

It was quiet for a few miles. "It means I was holding back."

"When Pete asked me on this, our first date, I intended for this to become a 24/7 relationship with him as my husband/Master. I transferred all my money and my future earnings into his account. I trust him completely, with everything, including my life. Read number two, please."

I was driving and the shock almost had me change lanes. Beth was in. My Dad used to say, "In for a nickel, in for a dime." Beth was saying "In for a nickel, all the way in."

"You will cook dinner every night and have it on the table by 6:30. It means I agree to put his wants and needs before my own, always."

"Did you see that when you signed?"

"No. I thought he was punishing me."

"Number three?"

"You will obey me, without question or hesitation no matter..."

"Stop. The rest is unnecessary. You will obey, without question or hesitation. What does that mean to you?"

"When he says jump I don't ask how high."

"Does it mean when he gives you an order or every time he asks you to do something?"

"Oh. If he asks for something, he wants or needs me to do it."

"What about the things you notice he needs that he hasn't asked for?"

"Those things too."

"I put an ice chest with sun Chips and diet Coke in it on the front seat. Pete didn't ask for it, but I know he likes both so I make sure he has what he likes within arms reach. That includes me."

She lifted her skirt and showed Kaye her freshly shaved pussy.

Kaye said, "You shave and go bare because he might want a touch?"

"A touch, a taste, or a quickie at the side of the road. Obedience is more than doing what he asks for, it's taking care of him, focusing on making his life better and trusting that he'll take care of me."

"Oh."

I interrupted. "I would like a taste, Beth, without tomatoes, please."

Beth dipped her first two fingers into her honey and leaned forward and put them in my mouth. I sucked and then said, "Kaye?"

Her service was a little slower than Beth's, but tasted just as good. I thanked them both. Then I said, "Number four, please."

Kaye read, "We will go through all your clothes and everything I don't like goes in the trash. You will never buy clothes I don't like."

"Enough. What does that mean?"

"I thought he did that because of the red blouse. We had a fight about it. He doesn't like it and I wore it to piss him off."

"What does it mean?"

"My life should be centered on Pete. If I have clothes he doesn't like I'm saying the clothes are more important than he is."

"Is that what you want to say to Pete? My red blouse is more important than you are."

"No. I wasn't even thinking about Pete's feelings when I put that blouse on..."

"Bull! You knew you had a date with him scheduled and you knew wearing the blouse would make him angry. That gave you the excuse you wanted to ruin the date. Nice ploy, if you want a divorce. What will you do with that blouse when we get back to town?"

"Throw it away."

"Willingly or reluctantly?" Beth asked.

"Reluctantly. My sister gave me that blouse. It's expensive."

"You should keep it. Take it with you and move in with your sister. That blouse is a symptom of what's wrong with you. Things are more important to you than your husband."

"I don't want to live with my sister."

Beth shook her head and said, "Number five, please."

"You will voice your opinion when I ask for it and not volunteer it, ever. That means I trust Pete always. He will ask for my opinion when he thinks he needs or wants it. My job is to trust him."

"Either of you need a pit stop?" I asked.

Beth said, "Yes, Thank you."

I pulled off into a rest stop. We all got out and went to the restrooms. When they came back they each had large handfuls of paper towels. They used some to dry the back seat and the rest to soak up whatever leaked out of them for the rest of the trip. 

Back on the road Beth asked, "Number six?"

"There was a number six but not on the paper. I can only wear panties when I'm on my period. Now I get that gives him access to me whenever he wants and it reminds me that my pussy is for his pleasure and mine, at his control."

"Was there more?"

"I can't wear pants without permission, a bra only when I'm at work or Pete asks me to. Again, it's to remind me I belong to him."

"More?"

"He said, You will always sleep nude except when you're on your period and never turn me down if I want sex. Never."

"Are you ready for that?"

"I don't know. What if he wants something weird?"

"Weirder than fucking someone else's husband? Like what?"

"He mentioned wanting my ass." Kaye said, the disgust evident in her voice.

"You're telling me no one has been in there?"

"I'm telling you it's disgusting!"

"Pete, would you like to watch your cock invade my ass?" Beth asked.

"Not right now, but maybe later tonight."

"It would be my pleasure to give it to you." She turned to Kaye and said, "I don't know why men like being in a woman's ass, but they do. He's my man and I want him to come to me when he wants an ass to fuck."

It stayed quiet for a few miles and then Beth asked, "Since we're sharing Pete this weekend and we already know he'd like a little ass, would you rather I watch him fuck you or you watch as he has me?"

"I'd like him to myself."

"There is a protocol in a Dominant/submissive relationship. When the Dom offers a choice, "A" or "B" you will be punished for picking "C". I offered watch or be fucked with me watching. You picked be alone with him. When the car stops wherever we're going you will be expected to be a good sub."

"You don't know where we're going either?" Kaye asked.

"I lived with my previous Master for years and never asked where we were going. If I trust Pete I don't need to know. He'll tell me everything I need to know."

Five more miles and I left the freeway, turning inland. Three twisting, climbing roads later I pulled into a secluded road and stopped at a gate. I handed the keys over the seat and asked that the gate be opened. Kaye took the keys and got out. She opened the gate and as I drove slowly past her I asked her please to lock it again. She did and got back into the car. I thanked her. From the gate to the cabin was about five hundred yards on a twisting road. The cabin could not be seen until we were very close.

I had room so I turned the car around and backed close to the door. I shut it off, got out and stretched. I motioned Beth and Kaye out of the car.

"Let's check out the area." I said.

We walked around the cabin and I noted some of the features I thought might be useful. Out behind and to one side were two clothesline poles, almost like crosses. I'd read about something like them in the story. There was a circle of stumps around a fire pit, and by the back door a hot tub.

I unlocked the back door and held it open. Kaye walked right in. Beth stopped at the door and asked, "Dressed?"

"For now, yes." I responded. Kaye stopped and said, "Are we to be nude whenever we're home or in a hotel room or here?"

"At home, yes unless I request different. Walk in and strip. In hotels, always ask. Here, I'll let you know when to strip."

We took the tour and found five bedrooms, three baths and a great room with the kitchen against one wall, a fireplace and an entertainment center. Three couches formed a "U" with the entertainment center in the open edge.

I said, "I think you can put your things in this bedroom, Beth." I held the door open and she looked in. I stepped across the hall and pointed inside an identical bedroom. "Kaye, this is yours." I stepped down the hallway and opened a door finding a room that was empty. I said, "Bring the toybox in here, please." Beth nodded. Across the hall from the playroom I said, "I like this room for me. Let's get moved in."

As we went down the stairs Beth asked, "Do we unpack or live out of our suitcases?"

"Unpack. The plan is to stay the weekend. Tonight, Saturday night and Sunday night. We'll plan to leave after a quick breakfast on Monday morning."

Twenty minutes later we were moved in. Beth asked for a meeting in the kitchen area.

When I sat down she opened the cupboards and fridge. The inventory was quick. We had a partial box of oatmeal, a half box of saltines, one can of pork & beans, and a half a bottle of Chianti. Beth had a note pad and a pen. She said, "Kaye, pay attention, please. Pete what would you like for dinner tonight?"

"Something light, but satisfying. Perhaps a Chinese chicken salad?"

"I'm sure we can. Breakfast tomorrow?"

"French toast with sausage, peanut butter and syrup."

She wrote each thing down and side notes of what else we needed to have those things. 

"Lunch?"

"Too much detail. Let me tell you what I don't want to see, Ok? Big chunks of onion or any vegetable, no okra, hot peppers, eggplant, French sauces, no veal, no beef this weekend. Once a week at home will be Ok. I grew up on a farm in Idaho. Potatoes are Ok with me. If you want to make chicken, no skin and either baked or grilled, not fried. I like the head and tail gone on fish and prefer ocean fish to lake or stream."

"I can go shopping and we'll do fine, Master. If I may, in my previous life I was able to cook anything once. If he liked it I could make it any time. If he didn't like it we never had it again."

"That's a good idea." I looked at Kaye and her face said a lot and most of it upsetting.

"Kaye, I'm asking for your thoughts and opinions."

"Ever since the seventies women have been becoming equals to men. They have made it to the boardrooms, they own companies, they fly airplanes. I was raised to be a feminist. This all is so strange. Beth is catering to every whim you have! What about what I want for dinner? What about if I want a different bedroom? Why couldn't I ride in the front seat?"

"Feminism lowered the status of women in many ways. Instead of a caring, loving relationship where she could count on him to take care of her, to aim his life at her having a great life, women decided they wanted to stand on their own two feet and be independent. If that was what you wanted why marry me, or any man?"

"As a little girl I still thought about my wedding, about being Mrs. Somebody. I also thought about a successful career."

"So, when you got me to divorce you why go to the dick who had been fucking you? Why not rent an apartment and get on with the successful life?"

"I was suddenly alone for the first time in my life! When Daddy died, I had you. I thought I had Mark as my support for when you tossed me out."

"Why put me through the last few months? You could have said, "I don't want to be married any more. Instead you pushed me to divorce you."

She thought a moment, "I could blame you. It wouldn't be my fault."

"How's that working for you?" Beth asked.

"Terrible! I'm sitting here with my ex-husband, his submissive girl-friend and I've agreed to become his slave!"

"You want the excitement of strange fucking? You want to feel powerful by blowing, fucking and being fucked by any man you want?" I asked.

"Yes." Tears fell, ignored by Kaye, even though they were her tears.

"At breakfast tomorrow morning you get to choose. Here are your choices. If you choose feminism Beth will drive you into town and leave you at the bus station. I will give you five hundred in cash. When I get home I will give you back the money you deposited in my account. We will never speak again. If you choose to stay you will never voice those opinions again. You will spend the rest of your life being the wife I want, a sister to Beth and it will be your choice. The first time, after breakfast tomorrow morning, that you voice feminism you will be punished and then released. You will have the clothes you last wore to work and five hundred dollars, nothing more. Is this clear?"

She stared at me for a long time. Finally she said, "Yes, Master."

"Good. Beth, here are the keys to the gate and the car." I handed her my wallet. If you want to use cash at the market, take what you need.

"If it's Ok, I'll use my credit card. We can better keep track of what we spend that way." I nodded and took back the wallet.

She got up, taking the list and kissed me before she left. Before she got to the door I said, "Kaye, ride with her to the gate. Open the gate for her then give her the keys. On your walk back to the cabin, undress and carry your clothes, please."

She stood and followed Beth, saying, "Yes, Master" as they left.

When the car started I went to the toybox and opened it. Clearly at least half the things in the box would need to be explained to me. I picked a couple of things I understood and took them to the hot tub. I drained it, cleaned it, changed the filter and put a hose in it to fill it again. When the water was six inches deep Kaye walked around the corner of the cabin, carrying her clothes in front of her body.

"If you'd like you can put your clothes in a chair, on that table or keep holding them. I would like for you to hold the hose as it fills the hot tub, please." She continued to hold her clothes in front of her body. With one hand she held the hose. I went inside and found the small ice chest Beth brought. I opened a diet Coke and a bag of Sun Chips. When I came back out I sat on the edge of the tub and took a drink, then held the can out to Kaye. Both her hands were busy.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked.

"Yes, but both hands are busy."

"I can take the clothes, the hose or I can hold the can while you drink. Which would be your pleasure?"

"Hold the hose, please."

I took the hose and handed her the can. While she took a drink I asked, "When are you going to show me?"

She almost spit the soda out, looked at me and asked, "Show you what?"

I shut off the water and dropped the hose in the tub. I took the can from her and sat it on the rim of the tub then led her to the clothesline pole. I took the blouse from her arms and hung it over the clothesline. Then I took her skirt and hung it next to the blouse. I could see a tattoo just above her pussy. I took her hose and hung them, leaving her nude. She looked at me with fear in her eyes.

"Please, back up to the post and reach up to hold on to the crossmember." She did as I asked. I pulled a short length of cotton rope from my pocket and bound her wrist to the crossmember. When I pulled the second rope from my pocket she said, "Please don't."

The rope was a bit longer than the first one, so I tied that wrist differently, snug with more winds around her wrist. I stood very close to her and said, "I'm going to get close to the tattoo and look at it closely. Your legs are not bound. You could kick me or knee me while I'm down there. I don't believe you can kill me or hurt me bad enough that you can get away before I come to or Beth returns. Your behavior is your choice."

Her eyes showed terror because she knew what I would find.

I bent and saw the letters tattooed just above her slit. "MARK'S" The letters were in dark blue and I recognized the font, Herculan bold and almost an inch and a half high. A faint outline of a vine and flowers intertwined the letters. Obviously someone planned to add the vine and flower details later.

My index finger traced the letters. Kaye recoiled when I touched her. I finished tracing the letters. Before I stood back up I said, "What will we do? What will we do?"

Kaye didn't answer. I stood back up and my face was perhaps eight inches from hers. Very softly I said, "Removing his name would cost over a thousand dollars, it would hurt ten times more than getting it applied and leave an ugly scar. You were so beautiful. Now and forever I will know you chose to have another man label you as his property and label me as a cuckold."

"I'm sorry, Pete, I'm sorry. I was stupid."

"I agree. Earlier you said you like fucking different men. You gave me a list of twenty men and a woman you've fucked since you married me. I've got an idea." As I turned and headed for the cabin I said, "Wait right there for me, would you please?"



2008 Ch. 04



[Reading this chapter without reading chapters 1, 2 & 3 will make following the actions and motivations almost impossible. This chapter includes nudity, oral, anal, coitus and more.]

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She didn't answer. Inside the kitchen I found a Sharpie, medium point and in my room a copy of the list of victims she had emailed me. On my way back to her I picked up a chair. I sat in front of her, making my eye level right by her tattoo. Just above Mark's name I printed, "Roger", then "Ken". When I started the third name Kaye asked, "Will you put them all on me?"

"Didn't you cuckold me with all of them? Didn't you give away what you swore in a wedding ceremony would only be shared with me?"

"I'm sorry!" 

I printed, "Brad." As I finished Brad I asked, "My brother Brad?"

"Yes. But... I only did him twice."

"When? Exactly."

"The day before he married Emily and during the reception."

"How did you arrange that?"

"I saw him at lunchtime the day before the wedding and followed him into the men's room. I sucked him hard after he finished peeing and when he was hard we fucked standing in a stall."

"At the reception?" I asked.

"He snuck out onto the roof for a smoke. I followed and got him in a dark corner. We did it standing up, both times."

"Bareback?"

"Yes. I didn't carry condoms to a wedding!"

"You did go to that wedding without panties, as I recall."

"No. I wore panties to the wedding but threw them away after Brad fucked me."

"Did you see anything wrong with taking me to bed when we got home?"

"I had to! If I said no, you would have wondered why."

From her belly-button to mid-thigh she had names written front, back and sides. As I finished up the names I asked, "Would you like a vine and flowers too?"

"No, thank you." Beth came around the back of the cabin carrying two bags of groceries. She hesitated, took in the scene and then went into the cabin. When she came back out I asked, "Would you like help?"

"If either of you would like to help, I would appreciate it."

"Kaye, would you like to help?"

"Yes, Pete, I would." I untied her and we followed Beth to the car. Beth never said anything. Kaye cried every time Beth looked at her. I carried two bags inside. The car was empty. Beth said, "I'll close and lock the car."

I said, "Kaye, go back to the clothesline post and stand just as you did before."

"Yes, Master." She sounded beat, defeated.

I brought my digital camera, in my pocket. Beth was standing ten feet from Kaye, looking at her.

She asked, "Should I be nude, too?" 

I said, "Yes, then I have someone beautiful to look at."

From fifteen feet back from Kaye I took the camera out of my pocket and aimed it at her.

She begged me not to take pictures. I took them anyway. I asked her to slowly turn around. All total I took twenty pictures.

I told her she could put the chair in the shade and sit. She did. Then I walked to Beth, standing nude between the clothesline post and the hot tub. We kissed and as we kissed I slid a finger into her slit. We kissed a few times and she helped me get naked. Kaye watched, looked away and then watched. A video of her would have looked like a naked woman watching a tennis match.

I held Beth in an embrace and said, "I apologize for bringing her. I felt the need to see if what I thought we had could be saved. What I thought we had, we didn't have. I could spend the whole weekend humiliating her, attempting to train her and it would serve no purpose. At the end she would still be a feminist slut labeled with another man's tattoo and the names of many others. After breakfast we'll take her to the bus station."

We kissed again and she wrapped her hand around my shaft. She looked into my eyes, but didn't speak.

"Speak, Sweetheart."

"Love me. I am already yours. Allow me to be your wife, your mate, your personal slut. Have me in every hole I have. Let me be your woman."

She dropped to her knees and engulfed my swelling cock with her mouth. Kaye stood up and took a step. Beth looked up at me and I nodded. She said, "Take another step and I'll tie you myself. You will watch Pete love me the way he's wanted to love you, the way he tried to love you, but you wouldn't let him. Sit down and keep watching!"

Kaye sat. Beth swallowed me again and worked at bringing me pleasure. When I was hard she held my shaft and asked, "Ass or cunt, my Master?"

"On your back on the table. I so want into your beautiful pussy." 

As she centered her ass at the edge of the table she said, "When I went home to get ready, I showered and shaved my pussy again. I was swollen and wet, thinking about you wanting to be inside me. I've dreamed about how good you will feel!"

I held her legs, positioned my cock near her opening and her hands guided me in.

"Oh! Yes! I knew you would slowly fill me so I could savor the feelings. You feel so good!"

When I bottomed out I held still. She was very wet, very tight and her muscles gripped me, released me, gripped me. I believed she could get me off without either of us moving our hips. However, we did. She moved on the table to present her self to me in many different ways. In each new position she described how it felt to her and asked if I liked what she was doing. As she approached her orgasm she asked, "My I cum?" 

"Yes! Honey, cum for me." Her inner muscles spasmed and griped me tightly as her body tensed and her back arched. A deep-from-within groan escaped.

When I looked over at Kaye she was crying.

I looked back at Beth who asked, "Master, may I give you my ass?" As she asked she tilted her hips and drew her legs up near her chest, exposing her ass to me. I spread her own lube from her pussy to her anus and then slowly penetrated her anus.

"Pete, you may have my ass any time, any where. That feels better than I imagined. I dreamed about you in my ass last night." We stroked together for a long time, slowly increasing the pace and power until we were slamming together as hard as we could. 

As my seed splattered her insides she said, "I never want to let it out of me. I love feeling your cum inside my ass!"

We stayed coupled until I was soft and popped out. We kissed a few more times and I thanked her for being my love. She beamed. We kissed a few more times and I tasted her breasts for the first time.

When I came up for air Beth asked, "Hungry? I can make dinner."

I nodded and she went inside. I sat three feet from Kaye. I noticed that the way I had written Brad the crease of her belly hid the "r" and it read "Bad."

"Mark is laughing at you and at me, tonight. He lied to you and you bought it. You lied to all these people and they laughed at me and at you. One of the men is dead. Families are damaged and you are partially to blame. All these people are also to blame. What you did cannot be fixed. I no longer want to fix it or you. Go inside and get dressed. Shower if you want but the marker is permanent."

"Yes, Master."

"You are never to address me that way again. I was never your Master and never will be. I will not take care of you ever again. When we take you to the bus station I never want to hear from you again. In a few months we will be divorced. The court will notify me."

I went to the hot tub, turned on the hose and continued filling the tub. A couple minutes later Kaye got up and went inside. The tub was full and turned on when Beth came out and hugged me. She had a folded paper towel in her hand. She smiled at me and said, "I'm sorry. Some of what you gave me is seeping out."

We kissed and I said, "Better into the towel than dripping on the floor."

"Dinner is ready." We went inside. Folded towels were on all three chairs with plates in front of them. I called up stairs, "Kaye come have dinner, please. It's ready."

She came down fully dressed and carrying her suitcase. She put it by the door and sat down. Her bowl had a good portion of Chinese Chicken Salad, a fork and a set of wooden chopsticks.

We ate in silence. When we were done I told Beth how great it was and compared it to the CCS from my favorite restaurant. She smiled and said she had watched how they made it and copied their recipe.

Kaye said, "It was excellent. Thank you."

"I'm going to take Kaye to the bus station. I think we should clean up from dinner and then go. I want you to go with us, Beth."

"Yes, of course." Beth said. Beth washed, I dried and Kaye sat quietly at the table. When the kitchen was clean I opened the back door and Kaye picked up her suitcase. At the car I opened the trunk and she hefted the bag inside. I said, "Sit in the back, Kaye." She nodded and got in.

I said, "Sit up front, please." Beth sat beside me.

At the gate Beth got out and opened and closed it. She held onto the keys, knowing we were coming back. Fifteen silent minutes later I parked behind the bus station. I took five hundred dollars cash from my wallet and said, "We're done." I handed her the money. I popped the trunk and she got her bag. I backed out of the parking space and drove away. 

Two blocks away I saw a DQ and went through the drive through. "Cone or bowl, Honey?" I asked.

"Bowl, please."

I got a cone. We ate as I drove back to the cabin.

Back inside Beth peeled her clothes off and wrapped herself around me. It wasn't seductive, it was comforting. We sat on the couch.

When the silence was ripe enough Beth asked, "May I talk?"

"Yes."

"You are a better man than I knew. I was amazed that you wanted to try to save her. I thought she had dissed you so much you would say her name and spit! No, you gave her a big opportunity to change and be the wife she promised to be."

"She never promised to be my sub."

"She promised to love, honor and be your partner in all things. She promised to be faithful. She didn't do any of it."

"Enough sadness. This started out as our first date. Up till now, it hasn't been a good one. We'll need to do things to change that. Let's get in the hot tub and start there."

She helped me get out of my clothes. It might have gone faster without the help, but I didn't complain, or want to. We got in the water, adjusted the temperature up just a degree or two and relaxed. 

My touch brought her closer. My hand seemed to find a home on the inside of her thigh. Her hand found the same spot on my thigh.

The bubbles made too much noise, so I shut them off.

A few minutes later Beth said, "I'm not sure of this, but I've read that prolonged exposure to hot water makes getting an erection more difficult. If you plan to have an erection and put it in me, maybe we should get out now or turn down the heat?"

I turned down the heat and leaned out of the tub, starting the hose and adding cold water for a minute.

"That's better."

"We know a lot about getting along with each other, but we're still strangers." I said. 

She smiled. I said, "Ok, you know a lot more about me than I know about you. I want to catch up and catch up quick."

"Ok. Ask anything, otherwise I'll begin a long story with, "It was a dark and stormy night."

"Where did you grow up?"

"Omaha. I left after high school and went to Seattle to college. After college I moved to Spokane Washington and worked for a wood pulp company. I met my first Master there on a hiking club outing. A year after we met I gave myself to him. We were together until he died of cancer. We moved to L.A. so he could get treatment. That's the short version."

"Did you love him?"

"Of course. I haven't know too many subs, but all the ones I've known loved their men passionately."

"In the story you gave me, your Master gave you pain, hurt you. I might go so far as to say he beat you. Why?"

"Two main reasons. If I screw up, disobey or embarrass you I believe I should be reminded strongly enough that I don't do it again. There are lots of people who don't need the pain to internalize the lesson. I need it. The second reason is that pain can enhance the sexual experience. The orgasm you gave me earlier was great and if you had slapped my tits as I came I would have flooded the yard and scared all the animals for a mile."

"So, you want that?"

"I cannot ask for it. That would be me telling my Master what to do. That's way outside my comfort zone. Right now I'm describing a Dom sub relationship as I've experienced it. I know other subs who have masters who are sadists and get pleasure from whipping and torturing them. Nothing I knew about you said you would be like that."

"I cannot even conceive of it!"

"What else?"

"Will you ask for orgasms? Do you like being eaten?"

"I will not ask for an orgasm. I orgasm easily. I will love having you cum inside me wherever you cum. I meant what I said about wanting to keep your cum inside me. It's almost like holding a treasured gift inside. You gave it to me. That's a peak experience."

"What about when you move in?"

"Is this about the division of labor?"

"Yes, I guess it is."

"I'm willing to do whatever I can to have life work. My goal is for you to feel my love supporting you every moment. I knew my Master so well that I could go shopping and buy clothes and foods I knew he would like. Even now, that's what I buy. I would like you to come home with me and go through everything I have and toss what doesn't please you. Tell me why so I can learn what to buy that you'll like."

"When we get home I want you to do the same for my clothes."

"I will try, because you ask me to, but it will be hard."

"Let me guess, if I like it, it's your job to like it too."

"Yes."

"Phil has an ugly yellow shirt that he loves. He knows his wife hates it. He loves her enough that he never wears it around her. What if he wears it, thinking she's out with her co-workers and they bump into each other at the Mall? I don't want to do that. If I have something that doesn't look good on me, with your eyes, I don't want to wear it!""

"You have a blue tie that has a single yellow stripe on it. You wear it about once a month. No matter what color shirt you wear it with it looks terrible. No, it just doesn't go with the rest of you."

"Was that hard to say?"

"Yes. It could be a favorite tie. It could be a gift from your Mom."

"Don't be afraid of hurting my feelings. If it was my favorite tie and a gift from my Mom, we'd take it and go shopping for a shirt that complimented the tie. Then I'd have a gift from Mom and you."

Beth crawled into my lap, straddling my legs and nestling her pussy against my pubes. Her arms went around my neck and her lips grabbed mine. Her kiss involved her whole body. Her hips moved her against me, rubbing her sex against mine, her hands played with my chest, shoulders and back while her lips and mine did a soft samba of delight.

In a short break from kissing Beth said, "I think you need to pinch me. I'm having trouble believing we're here, just the two of us, on our first date."

Using my thumb and the second knuckle of my index finger, I pinched her left areola, ever so gently and said, "In the story you used numbers to tell your Master how much pain you felt. Ten is screaming. At seven what you feel may leave a bruise."

She nodded. I slowly squeezed. Her head went back slowly as the pressure increased. When she said four I thought she would have said seven. I hesitated.

She brought her head back so we could lock eyes and she asked, "Please, may I have more?"

I squeezed harder. I saw her eyes fill with tears and she said, "Six! Please, Master, may I have more?"

Without giving it conscious thought as I squeezed tighter, I pulled her nipple away from her chest about an inch. She looked down at her breast and gasped in a breath. "Seven! Please, Master, I can take more! Please, bruise me."

I slowly released the pinch. I bent to her breast and kissed her many times. Her hands and arms gently held my head to her chest. When I finally looked up at her face I asked, "Believe it now?"

She nodded, "You said you want to learn everything about me?"

"I do."

"When you fuck me and you want me to cum with you, pinch me hard like that. I almost came just from the pinch alone. I love the after feeling, too."

"I almost feel like I should apologize for hurting you."

"I crave the pain. I have all my life. When I was twelve my father spanked me for piercing my ears without permission. I came while he was spanking me. It scared him so badly he never hit me again. As I move through the day the tingle I'll feel in my breast from that pinch will remind me you care for me."

"Ok. This is so new to me. It may take a while for me to adapt, but I will. Being with you is worth it."

We held each other and slowly touched and kissed for a while longer. When I felt the water had cooled enough it was actually uncomfortable I said, "I know this is our first date and all, but would you sleep with me?"

Beth quickly left my lap, splashed her way out of the tub and found two big towels. We dried off and went inside. As we walked to the bedroom I wondered about Kaye, just for a moment.

Watching Beth's naked body going up the stairs was a joy and before we reached the upper landing I was hard. She looked back and smiled. "Which bedroom?" She asked.

"Mine. The others won't be used."

We went inside and she stood near the bed. "You said you can't have babies. Is that because you're on the pill?"

"No. My tubes were tied. My... " She hesitated. "My Master had me tested and they found that any babies I would have would have a high risk of birth defects. He decided the safest idea was to have both of us fixed."

"I want to play with you, learn about your body and enjoy this night. We can sleep late tomorrow."

I helped her lie on the bed with her legs off the edge. I knelt between her legs and started kissing her inner thigh, just above her knee. I kissed three times and said, "I want feedback. Talk to yourself about what you're feeling." I had an idea, jumped up and ran to the toybox. When I came back I had a leather blindfold in my hand. I put it on her and said, "Who do you see?"

"No one, Master."

"No one is here. You are dreaming about a lover, pleasing you, bringing you pleasure. In your dream you can tell your fantasy lover what feels good, what would feel good and whatever you're feeling."

I knelt again and kissed inside her thigh. "Oh, your lips are so warm. I like how it feels."

My kisses started moving slowly up her leg and she said, "Yes! I know where you're going and love that you aren't in a hurry." When I reached mid-thigh I switched to the other leg.

"Oh lover, go back. The tingle in my leg started to fade when you left! Stay on that leg. My pussy is waiting to kiss you when you get there. My lips are already wet in anticipation of that kiss!" I kissed a little closer to her pussy. I could smell her aroma of arousal. It made me want to skip the next four inches of skin and dive in.

My hands helped her legs spread wider. Beth said, in a whispery voice, "Momma said keep your legs together. Don't show boys your treasure. Spreading like this is so naughty!"

My kisses move a little closer and my hands spread her even wider open. "Please, taste my treasure! Let my pussy kiss your face!"

I aimed my mouth to center between her lips and over her vagina. In the last inch I exhaled and knew she could feel my approach. Her hips lifted, her cunt searching for the contact she craved.

'Contact!' I screamed in my head as I pressed my face into her. She arched her back and moaned loudly. I sucked her nectar from her and started to slowly explore her sanctuary with my tongue.

"Oh Pete! I am so close! May I cum?"

I moved my face back and forth and made no sound. My tongue avoided her clit, for the moment. My hands released her legs and slid slowly up her sides toward her breasts.

"Oh sweet Heaven! Your hands are going for my breasts! Squeeze them and I will cum! I am so close! So close!"




2008 Ch. 04



"Cum!" I almost yelled without backing my face out of her open pussy.

When the tips of my fingers touched her under her arms I sucked her clit into my mouth and grabbed handfuls of breasts, squeezing hard. Beth screamed! Her body flailed on the bed, liquid squirted from her pussy and then she went limp. I released her and looked at us. We and the bed were soaked. I thought, 'The mess is already made.'

I moved into position and waited. Beth twitched a few times, moaned and even though she was wearing a blindfold I could tell when her eyes opened. When her eyes opened I shoved all the way inside her. She arched and came again! Her legs clamped around me, her heels digging into my ass, holding me deep inside her.

When I was able I stroked out and then back inside her. Stroke after stroke. She said, "It's been sooo long. Oh Pete, so many nights I've dreamed this dream. I love how it feels to be filled with you! Please, give me your gift! Please give me your gift in my mouth!"

When I was so close I wasn't sure I had enough time I pulled out of her puss and put my cock in her mouth. She sucked and her tongue rubbed the underside of my cock perfectly. My balls drew up inside my body somewhere and shot the stored up sperm and energy of all the pent up sexual wanting from the last few months. That much sexual energy should have blown her head completely off, fortunately, it didn't.

I collapsed, falling beside her on the bed. We rested and as we rested my hand held her breast and gently squeezed.

"Pete? May I remove the blindfold?"

"Yes."

"May I speak?"

"Yes."

"I love the taste of you. May I ask for a gift?"

"Ask."

"Just before we go back to work on Monday, may I have a mouthful of your cum? I want to spend the afternoon knowing I have all that cum inside me."

"You really like it?"

"If I was flexible enough, I'd love to suck it out of my own pussy."

"I'm glad you like it. I think we'd better do laundry right now and sleep in a different bedroom for the rest of the night." We stripped the bed, opened the windows, turned on a fan and started the laundry. We slept in the room with Beth's clothes in it.

The next day we went hiking. More accurately we went for a long leisurely walk in the forest. We used the time to get to know more about each other. I was surprised at how much Beth already knew about me. As a married man, I had kept my focus on Kaye, not the other women in my universe.

I discovered that she could easily list twenty things I liked to eat, movies I liked and didn't like and TV shows I watched. I asked, "Why did you ask what I wanted to eat for the weekend when we arrived? You already knew the answers."

"I gave Kaye the opportunity to participate in being here. If she wanted to be your wife, she could have easily helped with the list. When I left I stopped and cried. I knew you wanted her to change and it hurt you to see her being so resistant."

"That episode is over. Back to us, please."

"I know a secret about us." She smiled as she teased.

"What secret?"

"Every day at work when I know we're going to have lunch together I go in the ladies room and take off my panties and I change into the bra that exposes my nipples."

"Really?"

She nodded. "And, when I sit in the seat closest to the cash register and spread my legs just a little the cool air from the air conditioning blows up my skirt and I can feel it on my pussy while we eat."

"I need to pay more attention at lunch."

"Remember last night when I was blindfolded? I fantasized about feeling your breath on my pussy just before your tongue touched me and it felt like the breeze under the table, just warmer."

"You're wet telling me, aren't you?"

Her arm hooked through mine and she said, "I've been wet all day. I'm happier here with you than I've been in many years."

"I have an idea. This date has been great, but I want more. I want to move to the next stage. Come home with me, look at my home and see what needs to happen so you can move in. We'll also go to your place and start doing what needs doing so you can move."

She smiled and looked in my face. She said, "I know another secret. As soon as we left Alison and three of her friends went to my place and packed me up. If I call her on my cell they'll meet us with a truck tomorrow morning and I'll be moved by tomorrow night."

"Alison knows all about us?"

"No. She knows I've loved you for at least three years. She knows I'm a sub and if the door is open, I'll give myself to you. She doesn't know how hard you tried with Kaye."

We finished our walk. In the cabin Beth stripped and found her cell. "Do I call?"

'In for a nickel...' I thought. "Yes. Call her, and let me talk."

Beth smiled and hit the buttons, then handed me the phone.

Alison answered, "Well?"

"Well, I have..." As soon as she heard my voice she screamed. When she calmed down I finished my request, "I have a favor to ask. Can you have a truck at Beth's house tomorrow morning at about ten?"

She squealed again and asked, "Is she moving?" I said yes and she said, "Can I talk to her?"

I handed Beth her phone and said, "Be careful, she tends to scream."

They talked for ten minutes and then they hung up.

"I have another idea." I said. "Lets clean up the cabin, do it one more time outside and then drive home. We can sleep in our bed tonight and have breakfast in our kitchen in the morning."



2008 Ch. 05



"Whatever you wish, Master." She said, holding her voice calm. Her body was all over me, helping me get naked and kissing me. I got the message.

We got the sheets back on the bed, the towels folded and put away and the kitchen cleaned up. I called my uncle and told him we were going home. I told him about the food and asked what he wanted us to do with it. He said they were coming up the next weekend so leave the fridge on and the food in it. I said I'd mail him the keys. He said to keep them and if we wanted to use the cabin again, we'd already have them.

Once the cabin was locked up we walked to the car. Beth had put clean clothes for us on the hood of the car as we got ready to go. From her suitcase she put a folded towel on her seat. I took her hand and walked her back to the hot tub. The lid was on and the water too cool to get in. I lifted her up and put her on the edge.

"Put your sweet tokhes (butt) in the air and your shoulders on the cover, please." 

She moved quickly and said, "As you wish, Master!" It put her ass and pussy at exactly the right level for eating. I used my face to spread her juices around and my tongue to tease her pussy. She made appreciative noises and pushed back against my face as I pushed forward.

Minutes later I added a thumb to the play, placing it at her anus and pushing it slowly in. Her moans got louder. I sucked on her clit as I worked my thumb in her ass. She began to tremble. I kept at her until the tremble became an earthquake complete with sound effects. She came all over my face.

We held still for a few moments.

I said, "Stand up." She did, facing the cabin. I stood between her legs faced away from the cabin and said, "Lower yourself down." I held her ass in my hands as her pussy passed in front of my face.

"Keep your feet on the lid." She would have fallen if I weren't holding her ass in my hands. When her open vagina got to my cock she said, "Oh Pete! I'm folded in half!"

Her knees were between her chest and mine. My cock found her opening and I lowered her all the way down on me. She looked up and saw a pipe running above her head between the rafters. She grabbed it and together we began lifting and lowering her on my cock. It felt incredibly good.

When I was feeling the urge and urgency I turned around and deposited her on the lid again. "On your back please." I said.

"Which way?"

"I want your mouth." She lay back on the lid and lowered her head over the edge. Her beautiful tits pointed at the sky and her mouth opened wide. I went up in my toes and pushed into her mouth as I held her tits in my hands. I took twenty long slow strokes into her mouth and then I pulled all the way out. Beth's eyes were closed.

She said, "My lover is going to fuck my face and I will love it! Even if I gag I will love feeling him all the way down my throat! He will hurt me, too!"

I pushed back in and kept pushing until I was all the way in. She almost gagged, but only almost. I tightened my grip on her tits and fucked her mouth. She began to tremble again. I felt my juices start towards her mouth. I let go of her left breast and slapped her spread pussy, hard! She jumped and suddenly flooded my hand with juices. Her body trembled and twitched with aftershocks as she sucked and drank all my cum. 

She made no move to disconnect from me. I wilted and she didn't care. She sucked and tongued me gently. When I pulled out she didn't move, she just relaxed. I noticed we had left evidence of our cumming on the lid. I kissed her face and helped her off the lid. 

I turned on the hose and rinsed her cum off the lid. "Want a rinse?" I asked.

"As you wish, Master." Since the hose was connected to the faucet of the service porch sink, I turned on the hot water and as soon as it was warm I rinsed her. We walked to the car with our arms around each other, got dressed enough to drive home and got in the car.

We were on the road at just about dark. Two hours later we stopped and had dinner in Oceanside. When we got back in the car I said, "I want you to feed me tastes of you once a mile. Then I won't taste dinner, I'll only taste you."

"You didn't like the dinner?" Beth asked as she stuck two wet fingers in my mouth.

"Dinner was good, but not as good as your pussy. Thank you."

"I know what you mean, Master." That was as close as she could get to asking for some time with my cock in her mouth again. I'd had eleven tastes when I pulled off the freeway into a rest stop. There were two semi's and no cars in the lot. I parked as far from the trucks as I could. Before I shut off the engine I rolled down the window on her side.

I got out, walked around and opened my pants. Beth got on her knees facing me and sucked me through the open window. It was exciting and the excitement helped me get hard and shoot quickly. She didn't lose a drop. She tucked me back in and zipped me.

When we were back on the road I realized she hadn't swallowed. She was holding my load in her mouth!

Ten more miles of tastes and I said, "Enough. You keep that up we'll have to call it masturbation."

We were almost an hour away from home when Beth's cell rang. She swallowed, found her phone and answered. She put it on speaker. It was Alison.

"Have you been listening to the news?"

"No. We've been busy."

"The police are looking for Pete. Pull over and call them."

"Which police? Why are they looking for me?" I asked.

"I don't know more than what I just told you. Call me back when you can, Ok?"

Before either of us answered she hung up. I pulled over and dialed 9-1-1.

"California Highway Patrol. Are you reporting an emergency?"

"We don't know," I said. "A friend just saw on TV that the police are looking for me. I'm Pete Peterson."

"Where are you Mr. Peterson?"

"We're on the 405 headed north about a mile from the El Toro off ramp. We're in a 2009 Dodge parked on the shoulder."

"Stay right there."

Two minutes later two CHP cruisers pulled up and parked behind us. I said, "Put your hands on the dash and keep them there until they tell us to move them."

"Pete, I don't have panties or a bra on."

"I think that's the least of our worries, Sweetheart." I watched as an officer went to the passenger side and behind us and the other one came up alongside my window.

"Mr. Peterson, please lower your window." I did.

"Mr. Peterson I want both of you to exit the vehicle, your passenger first." Beth looked to me and I said, "Do as he asks, nice and slow." She did.

"Now you, Mr. Peterson." I moved slowly as well and we both ended up at the back of our car facing into the CHP headlights.

He quizzed Beth first. "Where have you been?"

"At a cabin down near Julian."

"When did you go there?"

"Friday afternoon."

"Is there anyone who can vouch for that?"

"You mean someone who knows we went there?"

"Yes."

"The guy Pete got the cabin from. Our co-workers knew we were going away, but not where, and Pete's wife."

"Pete's wife?"

"They're getting a divorce. She went with us to work on getting back with Pete, but it didn't work out. We took her to the bus station in Julian last night."

He turned to me. Can you prove where you were in the last four hours?"

"We ate in Oceanside. I have a receipt." He asked for it, looked it over and went back to his car to use the radio. When he came back he said, "I'm sorry we needed to ask the questions we did. We have cleared you of having any involvement in what happened."

"Tell us what's going on, please." I said.

"Mr. Peterson, all we were told was that you were a person of interest in a case being handled by the Culver City Police. They needed to know where you were for the last four hours. They will be waiting for you when you get home. That is where you are headed, isn't it?"

"Yes."

They thanked us for our cooperation and let us go. We were both a bit shaken as we got back on the road. A few miles farther and we were calm enough to call Alison.

It rang once and she answered, "Are you Ok?"

"A little shook and totally in the dark, but we're back on the road and we should be home in two hours. When we get home the police will be there wanting to talk with me. Let us get back to you in the morning about moving, Ok?"

"Yeah. If we hear anything shall I call you?" Ali asked.

"Please."

We drove in silence the rest of the way home. I had intended to drop the car back at Alamo and drive my truck home. I decided the cops might want to see the car before we returned it, so we went straight home.

A plain, easily identifiable police sedan was parked in front. Two men in suits drinking coffee were in the front seat. As I parked they got out of the car.

"Mr. Peterson?" The driver asked. I nodded.

"Mr. Peterson we need to speak with you."

"Want to come inside or talk out here?" I asked.

"Inside would be acceptable."

The four of us walked to the back door and I unlocked it. I reached inside and turned on some lights. The two officers led the way in with Beth following and I closed the door behind us. We sat in the living room. Beth looked around, taking in everything she could see. She had never been in my home.

When we were all seated I said, "Ok, what's going on that I'm a person of interest?"

"Mr. Peterson, how long ago did you and your wife separate?"

"Legally or emotionally?"

"Legally."

"It's been less than a week."

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"Friday night at about midnight at the bus station in Julian, down by San Diego. I gave her five hundred dollars in cash and left her there."

"That fits with what we found. She had a bus ticket from Julian and almost three hundred dollars cash when she was found."

"When she was found? That sounds like she's dead."

"She is. If you didn't know that, I'm sorry to be so blunt but in my experience there's no gentle way to tell someone about a death. Initially it looked like a suicide, but when the coroner saw names written on her body, twenty men's names and the name of a woman it raised questions. Each name had been crossed out."

"We know about the names. They are the names of all the men and woman she cheated with while we were married. I wrote all those names on her, except the one of her last lover. He had her get his name tattooed on."

It took a few moments for all that to sink in. Then he asked, "But you didn't cross them out?"

"No. Why would I?"

"I have no idea."

"What did she do?" I asked.

"So far we know she spent two hours making phone calls from a motel room, and made the last call to us. She said she was reporting the death of a slut. She left the phone off the hook and shot herself. She was found sitting on the bed next to the phone."

From a binder he carried he took a plastic covered copy of a sheet of paper. He handed me a note, actually a copy of a note. She took responsibility for screwing up our marriage and the marriages of other people as well. She apologized for not being good enough to be my wife. Even though she was right on every count, reading her note I could feel her pain and anguish. She hadn't thought about all the lives she fucked with as she was spreading her legs and lips. I let a few tears fall. They were honest. I would miss her, and would cherish the good times we shared. On the back of the note was the list of people and phone numbers she had made for me. Every name had a check mark next to it.

"Ok. What's next? I asked. He said the coroner would release the body when the investigation was over. I could contact a mortuary and they would handle everything. He left me some paperwork, got Beth's name and address and then they left us. On their way out he said I could take the car back, they didn't need it.

We stood together in the dark kitchen for a long time. I leaned against the cabinets and Beth leaned against me. My arms wound around her and hers around me. Intellectually I had already let Kaye go, with plenty of strong opinions about what she had done. Emotionally, I was wounded and wanted to somehow make it better, fix it, stop the pain.

When she sensed it was time, Beth helped me to the bedroom and got us into bed. She unplugged the phone. She spooned against me and wrapped me in her arms. I started crying and felt Beth cry with me.

When I woke up I was surprised. I had been aware of crying and then aware I was awake and it was daylight. Beth was awake and still spooned with me.

"Hi," I whispered.

"Hi. May I use the bathroom?"

"Yes! Go." She flew from the bed. As she moved I realized she had stayed holding me until she was sure it was Ok for her to move. In her mind her job was to comfort me, share my sorrow, my pain. When she came back to bed I turned and wrapped her in my arms and held her.

"What can I do?" She softly asked.

"Stay close. Very close." I glanced over her shoulder and saw that it was ten in the morning. "Can you reach the phone?"

She could and did. She handed it to me and I didn't take it. "Call Ali. Tell them to come at noon. No, just dial. This conversation should come from me."

She dialed. Alison picked up on the first ring. She said, "We know. Pete we're so sorry."

It took me a minute to be able to speak. Beth spoke, knowing Alison could hear her. "Pete is devastated. She screwed up her life but..."

"But no one wanted her to die." I said.

Alison waited and a minute later I said, "Meet us at Beth's at noon. Is it possible to get a truck besides mine?"

"Pete, we're at Beth's. My husband borrowed a truck and he's got it half loaded. Get here when you can, Ok?"

"I don't want to grieve and hurt all day. I will but being busy will help. Having you all with us will help too."

"You like pizza?" Ali asked.

Beth said, "Sausage and extra cheese." Then she hung up the phone and kissed me.

Sunday was moving day. Beth was in by that night. I was in shock. She moved me around like a marionette for the next few days. Somehow we got to the funeral, got all the paperwork handled and closed out Kaye's accounts, and job. I sold everything in her storage place for cheap so I never even had to look at it. I knew everything inside would remind me that she lived a lie, making me believe she was being a wife.

Beth taught me how well she understood where I was. I was at anger. She took me to the batting cages and let me beat the hell out of over a hundred baseballs. I came away with sore shoulders and feeling much better. 

She took me home and rubbed ointment into my muscles and then put me in my recliner. She climbed into my lap and held me. It was perfection. I cried, felt loved and comforted and I slept. When I woke up I kissed her and said, "I'm hungry."

She said, "It's about time. What would you like?"

"Is there a way to get delivery that will bring it right here to the chair? I don't want you to get up."

"I can do it!" She said. She dialed a number and said, "He's back and he's hungry. Can you go to Louie's and bring a lasagna? When you get here just walk in. We're in the living room." She paused and said, "You'll understand." Then, she hung up.

"Alison?" I asked.

"No. Alison is busy tonight. She's ovulating."

By the time the door opened I was starving and horney. I had decided to give whoever was bringing food five more minutes, and if the food wasn't there I was eating Beth. The door opened and a woman who looked familiar, almost like Beth except Beth had chocolate brown hair and this woman was a blond. walked in carrying a covered aluminum tray. Her hands were in big padded gloves. She looked at us and said, "I understand."

The food got on the table. Plates, implements and drinks got to the table. Then Beth climbed off my lap and said, "Pete meet Liz. You met her at the funeral, but you don't remember."

"Hi. Sorry. I've been pretty out of it."

"Glad to see you're half-way back."

Beth dished lasagna for all three of us and said, under her breath, "I hope the other half comes soon."

"If Liz had waited another five minutes she would have walked in and found you on the table with your legs spread." I said.

"Liz has seen me with my legs spread before. You know I'm yours. Say the word and I'm naked and on my back, Master." She smiled because she was already naked, as was I.

I looked at Liz and she shyly smiled and looked down.

"On the table please. Naked."

Suddenly she was on her back inches from the tray of lasagna, holding her legs spread wide. As I stood I noticed Liz was taking her clothes off. My attention went back to Beth and I plunged into her. Days and days of gentle care and cuddling, emotional pain and feeling powerless exploded in lust and wild animal fucking. I focused on Beth. Forgetting all about Liz.

I knew we would both be bruised by the time I came and I didn't care. 

Just as I thrust in deep and unloaded into her, I slapped her breasts! She yelped and shuddered. She shuddered harder and I felt lots of her juices and mine spilling out.

Suddenly I felt a sensation I'd never felt in my life! I was buried deep inside Beth and a tongue licked at the junction of where we met. A face pushed my balls aside and licked up our combined juices. I remembered Liz.

"Beth, I love you." I bent to her face and kissed her. Liz was still licking at us. I asked, "By the way, who is Liz?"



2008 Ch. 06



[Reading this chapter without reading chapters 1 thru 5 will make following the actions and motivations almost impossible. This chapter includes nudity, oral, anal, coitus and more.]

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 They both started laughing and that got Beth to squirt Liz in the face with more of our juices. She lapped up a lot of it and used a napkin for the rest. When I backed out of Beth she said, "No, No, Liz that's mine for the moment." She got off the table and swallowed my shrinking cock. A minute later she stood up and said, "Liz belonged to my previous Master. That makes us sisters, sort of."

I faced the naked Liz with her face coated in Beth's and my cum. "Why did you undress?"

"My Master said, "On the table, please. Naked." Once Beth was on the table there wasn't room, so I improvised. If I did wrong, I'm sorry."

"Beth gave herself to me, you didn't. We've just met."

Beth spoke up, "If you don't want her, be angry at me, not Liz. It's my fault, Master. I've been almost crazy since we came back. You were hurting and I was doing everything I could to be here for you. I remembered how it was for us when... Jerry died. Liz has been here almost every day helping me comfort you and she's been taking care of me, too. Last night she crawled into your lap naked and slept with you for six hours. She and I lived together while we were Jerry's and every day since."

"I've been that far out of it?"

"Know what day it is?" Liz asked.

"Wednesday?"

"Friday." She smiled when she said it. I'd really been gone. "When Jerry died we didn't eat for three days. When we finally came back to life we ate and had sex for hours."

"Hungry?" I asked. We all sat and ate more of the lasagna. When I was full I said, "So, what's next?"

"As you wish, Master." Beth and Liz said.

"God! Are you two serious?"

Beth led me into the bedroom, opened the bed and got me in the middle. She got on my right and Liz on my left. They both held my dick and slowly stroked.

Beth said, "Remember, this is only new to you. I started focusing on you years ago, so did Liz. We're serious. When we got back from our date I told her everything. On Monday she transferred everything she has to you. She has been dreaming about tasting your cum for as long as I did."

Liz added, "Now I have and I love it." She moved up to her knees and swallowed my cock completely. We three danced naked with each other most of the night. I ate them both to numerous orgasms and they somehow coaxed two from me.

We talked and played all weekend. On Monday morning two vehicles left from our house, headed for work. Liz drove her Malibu and Beth rode with me in my truck. Liz finished moving in the next weekend. My home had four bedrooms, but only one bed. Kaye and I had planned to have kids, once upon a time. We replaced the queen-sized bed with a king. Each of us got a bedroom as our office and storage space.. In Liz's we put a hide-a-bed couch, just in case someone was a naughty girl and needed to sleep alone.

Back at work the word was out, courtesy of Alison, that Kaye had died and Beth was taking care of me. A month later the word leaked that Beth had moved in. Nothing at work was said about Liz.

I asked Beth and Liz about their families as we had dinner one night. Beth had been raised in Omaha and she told me her parents had both died while she was in college. Liz said she had been raised in foster homes and had no memory of any family except foster parents. Living with Jerry was their adult experience of family, until me.

People at work began discussing their plans for Thanksgiving. I certainly had a lot to be thankful for. So, at dinner one night early in November I said, "I want to have Thanksgiving Dinner here. I am so grateful to you both for making my life Heaven. We can invite people who know us and accept us. We can share our joy."

Just before Thanksgiving Liz got promoted. The same week I got promoted and Beth got transferred to another department. She got transferred because otherwise I would have been her boss. 

We invited Alison and her husband Mike, Phil and his wife Veronica and Bob and his wife Norma for Thanksgiving. Bob and Norma declined, they were going to Norma's parent's home for the day. Beth and Liz were nervous about the meal and about socializing as a threesome. I asked about the nerves.

"Jerry kept us separate. He had friends who knew he was married to Liz and friends who knew he was married to me. The only people who knew we were both married to him were other Masters and their subs. Alison and Phil know I love you and live with you. They know Liz and I are related and that she lives with us, but when they look around our house they'll know we both sleep with you." Beth said.

Liz added, "There's only one bed."

"We don't need to buy another bed. They already accept us. They know you're sub and they're Ok with it. I don't think anyone could spend time with us and not see and feel how happy all three of us are."

We ate a little more dinner and I asked, "You said the only people who knew we were both married to him. How could you both be married to him?"

Beth said, "The year I gave myself to Jerry I was his only sub. We didn't marry. Two years later Liz joined us and things in Jerry's life had him consider being married. People knew I lived with him and other people knew Liz lived with him. He didn't want the conflict of being married to one of us..."

"And shacking up with the other one, so he came up with a plan. Each of us went to court and changed our names. I changed my name in Tacoma and Beth changed hers in Seattle. Then the three of us flew to Los Angeles and got married in a single ceremony."

"How?"

"I changed my name to Elizabeth Evans." Liz said.

"I changed my name to Elizabeth Evans. Jerry was Jerry Evans. We stood in front of the minister in L.A. and I was to Jerry's right, Liz was to his left and Jerry's friend Walter stood next to Liz."

"The judge asked, "Do you Elizabeth take Jerry as your husband and we both said "Yes".

"Incredible! You both were legally married to Jerry!"

"He decided she was Liz and I was Beth."

"Amazing. Jerry was a remarkable man." I said, shaking my head in wonder.

"Yes. We agree."

"Where is he buried?"

"Not far from here. We could take you there." Liz offered.

"It'll be cold, but we'll show you what we do when we visit him."

"Let's finish dinner and go." I said.

"Master, it needs to be dark when we go. I can explain, but it would be better to show you, if that's Ok."

"Ok. We'll go at seven."

At seven we got in the truck and both ladies were wearing t-shirt dresses and nothing else except shoes. Both carried towels. They had me park in Marina del Rey near the breakwater that edges the channel into the marina. I knew there wasn't a cemetery for miles. Jerry had been cremated and his ashes were in the ocean! We got out of the truck and walked on the sand to an area away from the lights and walking path right to the edge of the surf. I carried the towels.

Liz said, "Honey, after Jerry died we did as he asked and had him cremated. We brought his ashes here and did just what we'll do now." They both took off their dresses and shoes. They held hands facing the ocean and said, together, "As your final resting place we give you to the world to touch and caress. We know you will always touch us and feel our love as we bathe in you." 

Then they ran and splashed into the ocean until they were completely wet. They embraced and kissed, turned towards me and walked back out of the water. I wrapped them in towels and helped them dry. We walked back to the truck and dried them some more. The dresses were reapplied and we drove home.

"May we have some heat, please?" Liz asked. I turned it on and they thanked me. We were quiet most of the way home. It was very present for me how they loved him and cherished his memory.

When we were in bed, after a hot shower, I asked, "Would you like to change your names again?"

"To?" Liz asked.

"From Evans to Peterson. I think Elizabeth Peterson has a nice ring to it."

Beth snuggled in extra close and asked, "I like the way it sounds."

Liz grabbed my growing attention and stroked me slowly as she said, "Me too."

"Then we'll do it within a year." I said.

"As you wish, Master."

"As you wish, Master."

"Good! After Thanksgiving we'll go buy rings. I know the perfect place to get them." 

Liz had been stroking me for much longer than necessary to get me hard. I said, "I want a pussy on my face for me to eat and a pussy on my cock for me to fill."

As one I heard, "As you wish, Master." I also heard lots of giggles. I got Liz's pussy to eat and Beth to ride me. Just as I was about to taste Liz I said, "You hold each other's tits and when you cum pinch hard."

It was hard to hear them as they repeated, "As you wish, Master" because I had a warm thigh over each ear and my attention was on the wet, dripping pussy that had lowered itself to my mouth.

Beth had perfected a technique of rising and falling on my cock while rotating her hips either clockwise or counterclockwise. It produced the most intense sensations and could not be tolerated for long without me spewing seed. When I wanted her to hesitate so I wouldn't pop too quickly I grabbed her thighs and squeezed. I didn't need to say anything. 

Liz gave me enough of her warm fluids that I could have filled a glass with them, but that would have been such a waste. I loved the feel of her lips and inner sanctuary as I explored her each time I wanted to. Her lips were much larger than Beth's and she responded to having them sucked and extended differently than Beth. Beth's clit was the size of a blueberry and well enshrined with a fleshy hood while Liz's was barely the size of a pea and almost always exposed, erect and begging for attention.

Having two such different and beautiful women to please and be pleased by made my life better than my best dreams, most of the time.

Liz began to shudder, clamp her thighs against my head and flood my mouth with more of her juices. I released my grip on Beth's thighs and she resumed her bounce and rotate motion. I thrust up into her and thought I heard one of them yelp. I thrust up and held it as I erupted up into Beth. As I did I sucked on Liz's clit and she shuddered hard.

Beth fell to the side, freeing my cock and then she engulfed it with her mouth. Liz fell off me and buried her face into Beth's cunt to get all the combined nectar she could gather. I watched and enjoyed.

We slept well and woke into a bedroom I'm sure still smelled like an orgy. We showered and I decided for the seventy-third time we needed a bathroom remodel. We dressed and as we ate a quick breakfast I asked, "What needs to happen tonight?"

"We need to buy food for Thanksgiving. I already have the bird but we need lots of other stuff." Liz said. She tended to be the chief cook in the family. 

"Get whatever you need and put it on a card. Can you be home by 6:30?"

"Yes."

"Beth and I will have dinner ready at 6:45 giving us a few minutes to put things away, then eat. Then we are spending the evening in the playroom." Neither said, "Oh goodie" but their body reactions said it for them. It had been two weeks since we last played and they craved it. I was learning to crave it, too.

While we finished preparations to leave for work I went to the play room and found two nipple clamps the size I wanted.

In the kitchen I said, "Bare a breast for me, please." They unbuttoned their blouses and unhooked their front closure bras. Liz bared her left breast before Beth so I pulled on her nipple first, pulling it out and then applying the small clamp and tightening it. She knew I wanted to know how much it hurt. When she said six I stopped and released her breast. She took a few deep breaths to accustom herself to the pain and she thanked me. I said, "Button up, thank you."

I did the same to Beth and she thanked me, asking if she could also be slapped. I slapped her other breast and said, "I only asked for one to be bared."

She redressed and we went to work. After an hour I called Liz. She answered and I said, "As soon as is convenient, go to the ladies room and move the clamp to your other breast. Tighten it to level six and masturbate to orgasm. Then go back to work. Call me between 11:45 and noon." I hung up and called Beth, repeating the same message.

At 11:46 my phone rang. I said, "Pete."

Liz said, "Thank you, Master for loving me so much."

"How do you know I love you?"

"I can feel you sucking on my tit! I can feel it clear into my dripping cunt!"

"You are correct, I do love you. I want you to be my wife. Listen carefully. When I hang up you will go back to the ladies room and remove the clamp, massage your breast and then masturbate again, to orgasm. At the top of each hour you will pinch both nipples hard for one minute."

"As you wish, Master." She said. I hung up.

A minute went and the phone rang again. I answered, "Pete."

It was the contractor I had called when we first got to work. We made an appointment for Saturday morning for him to come and give me an estimate for two projects, the remodeled bathroom and a covered patio in back.

Within seconds after we hung up the phone rang again.

"This may be the longest day of the year, Master."

"Because?"

"Because my mind is already in the playroom and you are already pushing my limits."

"I only do those nasty things to you because you love them. Right now I'm reaching across the building and putting a finger inside your pussy. Feel it?"

"Yes, Master."

"When I hang up, go back to the ladies room and remove the clamp from your breast. Pull one of your pussy lips out far enough that you can get the clamp on. Tighten it to level six and wear it for an hour. I will be sitting at the lunch table thinking about the clamp on your pussy. Do not cum while we are at lunch! When the hour is up, remove the clamp and masturbate to orgasm. Within three minutes of your orgasm be back at work. Whatever seeps, flows or drips from you after you go back to work you allow to run down the inside of your legs. I want you to marry me and wear my ring as a symbol that you belong to me."

Her voice trembled a little as she said, "Yes, Master."

At five minutes to five my cell rang. I answered and Liz said, "It's five minutes to five. Time to go home. This friendly reminder of the time is brought to you by my pussy. Thank you." She giggled and hung up.

I laughed and stopped work, cleaned up my desk and walked to my truck. Beth was standing beside it when I exited the building.

She smiled at me as I approached and unlocked the truck. After our hello kiss I opened her door and assisted her up into the cab. She got a towel from behind the seat and hiked up her skirt so she could sit directly on the towel. I went to my door and got in.

When I started the truck I rolled down the window and said, "It smells like pussy in here."

"I worried all afternoon that people around me could smell me!" Beth said.

"Why, were you turned on?" I smiled at her.

"You've been teasing me all day! First the nipple clamp, having me masturbate, the clamp on my lip! I've been hot all day!"

"Yes, it is nice weather we're having." I headed home.

Beth sat with her legs spread and the breeze cooling and drying her. I asked, "Does the breeze feel good on your pussy?"

"Yes, Master."

"It would feel even better if you put your left foot up over my knee. Your legs would be wider spread and more air would get to you."

"As you wish, Master." She lifted her left foot and spread her legs wider to get her left foot up on my knee.

A block later I said, "You would enjoy riding all the rest of the way home with your eyes closed. Then you could focus on the sensations you're having."

"As you wish, Master." Her eyes closed. A block later I reached over and touched her wetness, withdrew my fingers and sucked on them loudly.

"You are right Master. It is as if you are touching me, turning me on."

Every time I crossed into a new block I stroked her exposed lips and opening once. By the time I pulled into the driveway she was squirming and I knew she wanted to cum. 'Not yet, my Sweet,' I thought.

The house we live in is at the end of a street. No neighbors live very close to us and our land is surrounded by a large hedge, giving us considerable privacy. There was very little danger of us being seen from anywhere in our neighborhood from where I parked.

"When we get out of the truck, let's take everything off before we walk to the house."

We got out and we both stripped, Beth carried her clothes, her purse and the towel to the back door. I opened it and we went inside. I handed her my clothes and said, "Honey, please take care of all this and meet me at the door to the playroom."

"As you wish, Master." She hurried away in the direction of the laundry room. I went to the playroom and got what I wanted. I chose a butt plug from the six available. There were three sizes in two different colors, as was true of many of the toys we owned. I picked the smallest of the plugs in pink with a knob at the end that resembled one of those mirrored balls they have on the ceiling of dances.

Beth arrived at the door and looked at the floor as she said, "What would you have me do, Master?"

"Face away from me and bend over." She turned quickly and bent far enough over that her head was within inches of her ankles. She looked up and watched as I approached her ass with the plug.

"Thank you Master." She said, even before it touched her. I slowly pushed it in until the only thing showing was the ball.

I asked, "If you sit with that inside you, will it damage you?"

"No, Master. No damage."

"Good. Stand please." She stood, but did not turn. "Face me with legs spread, please."

She turned and spread her feet shoulder width apart. "Wider, please" The instant they were as wide as I wanted them I slapped her pussy hard, almost like cupping it. When the slap hit I held my hand in place. The sound the slap made was very wet. 

With my hand in place I asked, "After lunch did you masturbate as I asked?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"When you got back to work did your juices run down your thighs?"

"Yes, all afternoon."

I moved my hand and a flow of juices started down her thighs. "Like that?" I asked.

"Yes, Master. My legs and nylons were soaked most of the afternoon."

"I want you to bend over, just like before and put your back against the hallway wall. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, of course, Master."

She stood up, bent over so her head was again close to her ankles and walked in little steps until her back bumped the wall. I knelt and pointed my hard cock into her mouth. She opened and took the two inches I gave her. I licked her dripping pussy three licks, pulled out of her mouth and stood back up.

"Watch, but do not cum!" I pressed my saliva coated cock into her pussy lips and pressed deeper and deeper into her. Her back being against the wall made it sure that she wasn't going anywhere as I pushed in.

"Are you watching my cock disappear into you?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you for having me watch and feel it."

I pressed against her, penetrating as deeply as was possible... and I stood there without moving for as long as I could stand it. Then I slowly pulled back, using my hands on her ass to assure she didn't lean to follow me. When I was all the way out I said, "You may have more, exactly like that when dinner is ready. I'll be waiting." I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I had to hold onto the sink for support. I so wanted to continue fucking her just like that until my cum dripped from her cunt into her waiting mouth. 'Later. Make it last.' I told myself. I splashed cold water on my face and went to the kitchen to help.




2008 Ch. 06



"Anything I can do to help?" I asked. She turned her head from the stove, looked at me and said, "Yes, Master. Put that thing away before I go crazy! Please!"

I stepped up behind her and spread her ass with my hands tucking my cock between her ass cheeks. "There, all hidden. Glad I could help."

"Thank you, Master."

Making dinner required her to move so I withdrew myself from the kitchen and set the table. Liz walked through the back door carrying bags of groceries and took one look at Beth and asked, "What's wrong, Sweetheart?"

"I want to cum so badly I may cry."

Liz took a step and Beth recoiled. "Don't! If you even touch me I'll cum and Pete said I couldn't." Liz turned and put the bags on the counter. She called out, "Pete, the groceries are here."

I followed her out to her car. As I passed Beth I slapped her ass and said, "Keep cooking. I want to fuck you!"

At the car Liz asked, "How long have you been torturing her?"

"All day. Intensively since we got home." I saw that I could handle all the bags left so I said, "Strip down and take your clothes to the laundry. Meet us in the kitchen, please." I took the bags and went inside.

Liz and I got everything put away just as Beth declared dinner done. She declared it by bending over and putting her back against a wall. I saw her and said, "Liz, please suck me hard." She dropped to her knees and administered magic. When I was hard I thanked her and stepped to Beth. "Beth, cum whenever you can."

My hands held her ass against the wall and as slowly as I could I pushed into Beth's pussy. My thumbs could reach the ball at the end of her butt plug so I thumped it as I pushed my cock inside her pussy. 

When I was half-way in I lifted both hands and slapped her ass. She screamed, shuddered and came, squirting her juices over both of us. I pushed the rest of the way in and kept fucking her, faster and faster until I was close. Liz was standing nearby watching and holding her breasts in her hands.

"Liz, lie on the floor and put your head between Beth's ankles."

I looked down and their heads were close together, both looking up at me. Three or four more strokes and I started shooting my load into Beth. She went over the edge again and dripped her juices down on both of them. Her juices joined with mine and big gobs of it dropped to them from Beth's cunt. The first big gob landed on Liz's cheek. Beth turned her head and sucked it off her cheek. The second gob landed in Liz's mouth. The next was captured by Beth. I pulled out and let another gob fall to them. I straddled Liz's chest and gave her my cock to clean.

As I got up I said, "Maybe we should eat before it's playroom time."

Liz wiped up the floor where we played while Beth and I got dinner on the table. When I had tasted dinner I said, "Eat. I'll be right back."

In the playroom I got a medium sized butt plug and lubed it. I went back to dinner and said, "Liz, you know that yoga pose called the Big Toe pose?"

"Yes, Master. Beth was doing it when you fucked her."

"Can you do it?" 

"Yes, of course Master."

"Please." She stood and assumed the pose. As she did it I faced her back and her toes pointed at me. I pressed my legs against her back and reached to her anus with the plug. "Do not resist. Allow it in as you would my cock, my fingers or my tongue." She relaxed and it seated easily. I used a napkin and cleaned off the excess lube. I told her she should sit and finish eating.

When I sat I asked Beth, "Has it been a good Friday, so far?"

"Incredible. I've cum at least six times today and we haven't been in the playroom yet!"

"Oh, I have a contractor coming over tomorrow. Wear leotards while he's here. Keep your nipples hard. His bid will be incredible if he's hard when he leaves here. He will want to come back and be around both of you."

"Master, if we are doing yoga when he arrives and happen to be undressing for a shower before he leaves, would that help?"

"I think it would. You don't mind?"

"If it pleases you, we would even let him see us doing yoga nude."

"Too much! Seeing either of you in Big Toe or bridge would have the man have a heart attack. An exposed breast would be just fine."

"What is he going to build, if I may ask." Liz asked.

"Our shower is too small. It's on an exterior wall so I want a bid on creating an external shower there so in good weather we can bathe outside. I also want a bid on a covered patio across the back of the house. Any other things you'd like considered?" 

After a long silence Beth said, "In our home in Seattle we had a room with a drain in the floor. It had a sink and sometimes our Master liked to play with water. The sink and drain made clean up easier."

"I may need to rethink the whole project. This could really be something."

I finished dinner and got a tape measure, a pad of paper and a pencil. I sketched the existing areas of the house and used a colored pencil to sketch changes. While I did that the ladies cleaned up dinner and the kitchen. When I had a pretty good idea what I wanted I put the pad and things on my desk and went to the kitchen.

"Ladies. Please come with me." They followed quietly. At the door to the playroom I asked them each what their safe words were. They told me and entered the room. They had told me weeks ago about their code with Jerry about needing some rough treatment. We had established our code. I don't like red clothes on either of them. They bought a pair of red panties. Not little sexy bikini panties or a thong but the big cover-everything-below-the-waist red panties. They would leave those panties in the bathroom.

Someone had left them in the bathroom, draped over the edge of the sink, on Wednesday. It didn't matter who.

I took a nylon webbed belt three inches wide and had them stand belly to belly as I wrapped the belt around them both. I asked them to lean their heads back and I put a pole from inside a closet right at their collarbone level between them.

"Hands extended along the pole and fingers holding the pole." I wrapped a cotton cord around their arms and the pole. I put an identical pole on the floor between them and parallel to the one holding their arms. A foot in from each end I had drilled a hole an inch in diameter. I wrapped a cord around Liz's ankle, through the hole and told her to move her foot so her toes were on top of the pole and near the hole. She moved. I helped Beth move her foot near Liz's. Their toes touched. I bound Beth's foot with the other end of the same cord. We repeated the process with their other feet.

I put a sawhorse behind each woman and a special 2X4 on top of the sawhorses. Mounted to the 2X4 were two dildos. Wires to the vibrators inside the dildos ran to one end of the 2X4. I had to position the dildos inside them before I could get both sawhorses in position. As best they could, they watched me make all these preparations.

I put a control in Beth's hand. The control had one button. "Every time you press the button Liz gets ten seconds of vibration in her cunt. Test it." She pressed the button and Liz moaned softly. I repeated the process with Liz and Beth said, "It works" when Liz pressed the button. I dimmed the lights a little and picked up the two tools they had not noticed; a spray bottle and a wide flogger.

I sprayed both women from their shoulder blades to thighs.

I said, "When I hit you, you press your button sending pleasure to her. You count and you thank me. First one to cum gets fucked tonight."

Inside I counted to ten and slapped the flogger on Beth's ass. She pressed the button and said, "One, Thank you Master." I heard the vibrator stop. Liz didn't say anything.

I slapped Liz's ass hard. She pressed the button and said, "Two, Thank you, Master." A few seconds later the vibrator stopped and Beth said, "Thank you, Master."

"I apologize, sluts. I wasn't clear. When I hit you, you count and Thank me. I also want you to thank the source of the pleasure. You count the hits you get. Liz counted her hit as number two, but I had only hit her once."

The flogger slapped Liz on the upper thigh, just below her ass. She yelped, pressed the button and said, "One, Thank you, Master." Seconds later Beth said, "Thank you both for my pleasure." I smiled and hit Liz again, but on the other leg. Before they had finished saying thank you I slapped Beth across her back where her bra strap would have been. I was random with the hits and placement. By fifteen they were both pretty in pink.

I kissed each and played with their tongues as we kissed. As I kissed Liz I pinched Beth's areola and nipple. They both thanked me. I adjusted their controls so they got fifteen seconds for each button push.

I slapped Liz hard on her ass and quickly backhanded Beth's ass. They pressed their buttons and felt the slaps at almost the same instant. I sprayed often so the slap would be louder and sting a bit more.

I stepped close and pulled Beth's tit to her side so my mouth could suck on her areola and nipple. I slapped Liz's ass, sucked hard, slapped Liz again and sucked harder, slapped Liz a third time and sucked as hard as I could. Beth screamed and came. I kept sucking. When I released her nipple I did it by backing away until it popped from my mouth.

Beth's eyes were closed. She was recovering from her orgasm. I wet her lower back and ass. I counted to ten and slapped her ass hard. She yelped, pushed Liz's button and said, "Eighteen! Thank you, Thank you, thank you."

I pulled at Liz's breast and freed it to the side just far enough that I could suck on it. I wrapped my mouth around it and slapped Beth. I waited and slapped her again. After the second hit I bit Liz's breast. Not to break the skin, but plenty hard enough to hurt.

I slapped Beth again and as the vibrator buzzed I reached in and found Liz's lower lips. I slapped Beth again and pinched Liz's lip hard. She yelped and came. I took the controls from them, adjusted the controls for one minute and hit the buttons.

I got them untied while they felt the buzz in their cunts. I helped them into the shower and got all three of us clean. I massaged lotion into all the skin I had abused and got them into bed. I went into the living room and watched a little TV. 

About an hour later two naked women came to me. One shut off the TV while the other pulled me towards the bedroom.

When I was on my back in bed they massaged me, caressed me and kissed me until I amazed myself by getting hard, again. They gang sucked me. They both kissed my mouth with tongue at the same time! I fucked Liz as she ate Beth. Then we both ate Liz. In all that we eventually fell asleep.

In the morning I put a piece of paper on the fridge that said, "5". I made French toast. Eggs and coffee. My ladies came into the kitchen and each poured coffee. Near the end of the first cup Beth asked, "Five what?"

"Five days till Thanksgiving."

"Master, we have a table that is perfect when it's just us eating. I cannot imagine seven people around our table, with a big bird, two kinds of potatoes, two kinds of veggies and bread, drinks and ..."

"I get the picture. We need a table for Thanksgiving." I sent Liz shopping for a big tablecloth. I went to the nearest Home center and brought home a sheet of good-on-both-sides plywood. When Liz brought in the tablecloth I read the measurements and trimmed the plywood to the proper size. In the living room I put our playroom sawhorses and put the plywood on top. It was now a table that would easily seat nine.

On Sunday we stopped at a yard sale of a family that was moving. They had six matching wooden chairs, that we agreed would work for us, so I made an offer and brought them home.

I stayed away from the kitchen every day that week, except for first thing in the morning when I changed the sign on the fridge and started the coffee. I took us out for dinner Monday and Tuesday nights. Wednesday I had dinner delivered at home. When it arrived I brought it in and they took theirs into the kitchen. I ate mine watching football on TV. A replay of an old USC-Notre Dame game was shown. The first Thanksgiving game would start at 10:00am. I called Phil and Mike and conferred about their arrival times. They conferred with their ladies and I with mine. All four would arrive at 9:55. We men were informed that from 9:55am until 4:00 we were to stay out of the kitchen and dining room. We were also informed that there would be an ice chest filled with beverages and a supply of "Don't-you-dare-ruin-this-dinner" snacks.

Even from the living room I heard Elizabeth (My combined name, meaning both of them) say more than once how worried they were that an eighteen pound bird wouldn't be enough. I thought that considering everything else that would be served we might have turkey sandwiches for a week! We were both wrong.

When I got into bed at 10:00 Wednesday night I was alone. I realized Thanksgiving dinner was maybe not such a great idea. The last time I'd cum in Elizabeth had been Saturday night, five nights ago. The longest celibacy since our first date!

I was asleep when they came to bed. I only know that because they woke me in the act of getting up! Liz asked me to make sure they got dressed before our guests arrived. They brought me a sample of the dressing with an egg scrambled into it and a cup of coffee a few minutes later.

After eating I showered, shaved and otherwise prepared for a day of football, snacks and finally Thanksgiving Day Dinner. I dressed in Dockers and a reyn spooner Hawaiian shirt. When I went to the living room everything was ready for us. Next to the couch was a big trashcan, with liner. In front of the couch the ice chest and a coffee table filled with snacks, napkins and plastic glasses sat, ready for three men to enjoy the day.

I set a timer to remind me to remind Elizabeth to dress at 9:45am, fifteen minutes before anyone was scheduled to arrive. I was about to sit down and turn on the TV when I heard the sound of two car doors closing. I looked at the clock, 9:36am. A glance out the window confirmed my fear.

I yelled, "Phil and Veronica are here!" 



2008 Ch. 07



Two naked women flew out of the kitchen and down the hall swearing, they weren't ready. I watched as Phil and Veronica got two large somethings out of the trunk of Phil's car. They carried the two things with hot pad gloves. When they got to the porch I opened the door and held it for them. They headed directly for the kitchen. Phil got one foot over the threshold when Beth's voice said, "Stop right there!"

She slid around him and somehow got her hands in the hot gloves and pushed Phil out of the kitchen in one move. Julia Childs would have been proud. As Phil retreated he heard Beth thank him for his gift. She was dressed in a sweatshirt and denim skirt. 

At 9:57 we heard two more doors close. I looked out and saw Alison and Mike struggling. Alison was about six months pregnant and as big as a two-bedroom house. Phil and I went to help. Alison held the door and we carried their gifts of food we didn't need. I wondered if Beth and/or Liz had invited some others. We certainly had enough food.

We were met at the kitchen door and never made it inside. Personally, I didn't want to get inside. Mike, Phil and I retreated to the TV area and got into the game. In a break between quarters Mike asked, "Pete, can I get personal?"

"With a question or did you have something else in mind?"

"A question! How do you live with two women?"

"The short answer is, it's easy. What do you really want to know?"

"Ali is like living with a rollercoaster! One minute she's as happy as anyone I've ever seen and two seconds later I'm glad she doesn't have a knife!"

I laughed. "It's your fault! Pregnant women are certifiably crazy. They have a quart of hormones flowing through their bodies and they rule. She will eat things she hated a year ago, want to go to the beach in the middle of the night and eighty other things that won't make any sense to us. Chalk it up to hormones and keep smiling."

Phil added, "She'll also expect you to have ESP and get what she forgot to tell you to get from the store. Call her before you check out, just in case."

Phil was hitting the chips and guacamole pretty hard. I reminded him that our women expected us to eat more than a plate full of the dinner they were making. He moved the chips and guacamole out of reach. I got a towel and covered the snacks, "out of sight..."

Beth came in and sat on my lap. We kissed and she fed me a piece of the turkey. She gave Phil and Mike pieces too, but no kisses. She told us when dinner would be on the table, then she went back in the kitchen. Their timing was uncanny. They would have dinner on the table within a few minutes of the end of the game.

Our phone rang. I was surprised. I wasn't expecting a call from anyone.

I went into my office and answered. It was my brother, Brad. When I heard his voice I almost hung up. Almost. I wondered what effect the call from Kaye had in his house.

I said, "It's been a long time."

Brad sounded beat. "Yeah, and I'll understand if you hang up and never talk to me again, but I want to apologize."

"For what, exactly?"

"The day before I married Emily and during the reception I had sex with Kaye."

"I know. And now, you want to say you're sorry? How long have you and Emily been married?"

"Five years." Brad said.

"Then what you are apologizing for is getting found out, not for fucking my wife. If you felt guilty for fucking Kaye you wouldn't have waited five years to apologize. Have you apologized to Emily?"

"Yes. Every day since Kaye called her. She's left me. We're getting divorced."

"Ok. I can understand that. Kaye called months ago, why are you calling me now?"

"I turned on the TV and sat here alone watching football on Thanksgiving Day and realized I'm alone, you're alone and we used to always be together on Thanksgiving."

"You're wrong. I'm not alone. Our dinner will be on the table in less than half an hour. There are seven people about to sit down for dinner at a table that could hold eight. You were an idiot! You fucked up, but it isn't just your fault. I may not have known Kaye as well as I thought I did, but I know that if she wanted to fuck she could get a dick in her. No matter how angry I ever got with her she could get me into bed. You are my brother. Take a shower and don't break any laws getting here. I'll save some turkey for you." I hung up.

I walked to the open kitchen door and said, "I need a moment." All the movement and talking in the kitchen stopped.

"Brad just called. Emily left him and they're getting divorced. He's been alone for months and I invited him for dinner. Not because what he did is forgivable, because he's my brother and he's hurting. Can we make room for him?"

"As you wish..." Elizabeth said, in unison. I thanked them and went to tell Phil and Mike.

Mike didn't know much of the story so we explained it to him. When we were done he said, "I have a brother. If I did his wife it wouldn't matter how long ago, he'd kick my ass if he ever saw me again and I would never be allowed in his home."

"I could carry the hurt and anger for the rest of my life, and it wouldn't do anything but hurt me, make it harder for me to love anyone and be a friend to you guys. That's giving Kaye and Brad too much power in my life. I've been thinking about him since I found out what he did. It's better for all of us if I forgive him and use the energy for loving Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth?" Mike asked.

"The two women I love have the same name, Elizabeth, and go by pieces of it, Liz and Beth. When I use the whole name I mean both of them."

"Oh." Mike said. I could almost hear the gears turning while he processed me loving both of them. He was comfortable with us living together and I guessed he thought I only slept with one of them.

We were called and went to the kitchen door to help carry things to the table. The turkey was already on the table. I put Alison in the middle of one side of the table and put Mike on one side and Phil on the other, so they could help her pass and hold the big platters of food. I sat in the middle of the other side and had Veronica on one side of me (the side closest to Phil) and Beth on the other. Liz got the end of the table nearest the kitchen, leaving the empty seat at the other end.

I said, "When I was growing up we had Thanksgiving Dinner and I believed everyone used the same ritual we did. Most people didn't. Here it is. We all join hands." We did. "Each of us says "Thank you", three times, then you kiss the person to your right around the table. When the kiss has made it around, it comes back."

We all said Thank you three times. I leaned to my right and kissed Beth. Beth stood, leaned across the table and kissed Mike who kissed Alison. She turned and kissed Phil who kissed Liz, who kissed Veronica, who kissed me. I said, "Thank you" to her and kissed her back. She turned to Veronica and the chain of kisses came back to me. 

I looked at each person at the table and said, "Thank you for sharing our lives and allowing us to share yours. I love you." I paused a second and said, "Let's eat!"

The turkey was in front of Liz. She carved and served pieces to everyone, then the platters of everything else were passed. The house smelled so good and we were treated to wonderful foods. The platters all came to rest and the forks started their trips from plates to mouths when I heard a knock at the door. Beth got up and said, "I'll let him in?" I nodded.

She opened the door and we heard Brad say, "I'm Brad. Is Pete here?"

Beth said, "We've been expecting you. Please come in." She led him to the table and pointed him at a chair. She picked up his plate and dished some smashed potatoes onto it. She handed me the plate and I put a little of what was on the platter in front of me. His plate was piled high when it got to him, and he had met everyone at the table. Within minutes he was smiling and laughing with everyone else at the table.

I stopped eating for a few moments and just felt. I closed my eyes and could feel the distinct energy from each person in the room. When I felt Brad I could feel the fear he held on to, fear that he had lost his brother, fear he would be alone.

When we were finished eating Beth took charge. She went into the kitchen and had Veronica and Liz with her. She told Mike to get Ali on the couch and comfortable. Brad and Phil she asked to bring platters to the kitchen. I picked up the big bowl that once held smashed potatoes and took it to the kitchen. Beth was taking all the leftovers and dividing them into four portions. Each portion went into plastic containers. Then the platter went to the sink. Veronica washed and Liz dried and put things away. In fifteen minutes there were three grocery bags with plastic containers in them, labeled for Phil & Veronica, Mike and Alison and a bag for Brad. The forth set of leftovers went into our fridge. All the snacks were bagged and put away or tossed in the trash.

We sat in the living room and talked as the food digested. Pretty soon Alison said she needed to go home, being six months along was tiring. Hugs and kisses were shared and I noticed Brad stayed back. Liz gave them their leftovers and they left. Five minutes later, after a Veronica pit stop, she and Phil were gone, too.

That left Brad, Elizabeth and me. Brad sat at one end of the couch. I sat in my recliner. Liz came out of the kitchen and sat in my lap. When Beth came out of the bathroom she sat at the other end of the couch.

Brad asked Beth, "Where do you live?"

"We live here with Pete."

"Both of you?" He looked from Beth to Liz and back.

"Yes."

I said, "Any questions you have, ask me."

"Ok. How long has this been going on?"

"This? For an accurate answer I'd need to know what this you're talking about."

"Were either of them living here when you were married to Kaye?"

"No. Beth moved in shortly after Kaye died. Liz shortly after that."

He was quiet a long time. I said, "I am so very grateful to both of you for today. You worked so hard and the results were fantastic." I kissed Liz and she gave as good as she got.

When the kiss ended she got up off my lap and went to the couch. She helped Beth up and took her place on the couch. Beth came and stood beside my chair. I opened my arms and she kicked off her shoes and climbed into my lap. We kissed and I thanked her for all her work.

When I looked at Brad his mouth was open. "You treat both of them like your girl-friends."

"No. I treat them both as wives. I love them both. Is that Ok?"

"Ok? Yeah, surprising? Yeah, that too."

Liz asked, "Brad, what was your wife's name?"

"Emily."

"Do you love her?"

"I do! For all the good that does."

"What is she doing with her life since you two are apart?" Beth asked. I was starting to see what they were planning.

"Doing? She goes to work and she takes care of the house. Far as I know that's about it. Oh, she visits her Mom on the weekends. She's probably with her Mom today. Her Dad died last December. Why all the questions?"

"We want to help you." Liz said.

Beth scooted closer to Brad, "You made a huge mistake, five years ago. Emily hardly knew Kaye so she probably totally blames you for what happened. Now she's alone and probably as lonely as you are. We think this can be changed. Willing?"

"Hell, yes, I'm willing."

"We need her address and phone number."

"What are you going to do?" He asked, suddenly suspicious.

"If you don't know you have, what the government calls plausible deniability. If what we do doesn't work, will you be worse off than you are now?"

"No. Pardon my French, but I'm already fucked."

"Ok. We need your cell phone number and you need to have it charged and with you at all times." Beth told him. Liz got paper and a pen. Brad gave them everything they asked for.

Liz moved him to the middle of the couch and they sat on either side of him. I watched. Beth asked, "Tell us about the five years after the wedding. Describe your life together."

Before he started I said, "Brad, where are you parked?"

"On the street two houses down." He pointed.

"Go get your car and park in the driveway, OK?"

"Yeah, Ok." He went. I said, "Get the microrecorder from my desk. Start it recording and put it inside one of your blouses so he's speaking right into it. Having Emily hear it from him might help."

Liz tucked the recorder in her bra so the mic was barely hidden and the recorder was totally hidden. Brad came back inside and asked why I had him move his car.

"Some kids have been messing with cars parked at the curb, keying the sides."

"Glad you told me to move it." 

Beth guided him back onto the couch and had him face Liz as he told us about their married life. He really let down any barriers he had and told us about the great life they had together. He talked about how Emily was so supportive of him and helped him over some tough spots. He cried when he talked about the two miscarriages they had, and how scared he was when she found a lump in her breast. It was evident the man was devastated when a voice from the past jumped up and bit them in the ass. The voice was my wife's voice.

When his story ended Liz left the room and stopped the recording. We promised we would be in touch, that he was family and forgiven. Beth handed him a bag full of leftovers and both kissed him on the cheek as they said "Good-bye."

The door closed and I asked, "Ok, what are you thinking?"

"Remember the pictures you took at the cabin?" Beth asked.

"The ones of Kaye, nude and covered in names?"

"I think Emily needs to hear your story and see those pictures. She got one of those phone calls. Then she needs to hear Brad telling us his story. I think her heart will melt and they will be back together." Beth said.

Liz added, "She's at her Mom's right now and I'd bet part of the day they cried over the Husband and Dad who weren't there for Thanksgiving. They are both lonely and a day like today just makes it hurt worse. Until you, we cried together often. "

"When shall we do this?" I asked.

"We can call her on Saturday or Sunday. They haven't gone to court so we can lure her with evidence she needs before she gets to court."

Beth added, "One of us should call her. If you call she'll think Brad had something to do with it."

"Where will you meet her?"

"I'll borrow my old place back for an afternoon. She's at church all day Sunday anyway."

"Ok. We'll do it."

Because they had spent so much time and focus on the big dinner I thought a drive might do us some good. We went down by the beach and turned north towards Malibu. At about eight o'clock Beth said she actually wanted something to eat. "Not a lot, but a little something."

Liz and I were having the same thoughts, so we stopped and shared one dinner. It wasn't turkey. I left a nice tip. Back in the truck I recommended they remove their bras. They did and asked if I wanted the shirts gone, too.

After the considerable consideration of possibly two seconds I agreed that would be wonderful. We rode the rest of the twenty or so miles down Pacific Coast Highway to the tunnel in Santa Monica with four of the best boobs in California right out where I could see and touch them. It was fun. Beth was closest to the window and every time we stopped at a traffic signal she looked over to see if the car or truck that stopped next to us could see anything. Mostly the answer was no, most cars are lower to the ground than my pick-up. Once another pick-up stopped next to us and he had taller tires on his and he got a good look at both sets of tits. The light changed, he honked and stayed with us to the next light, then he turned right into a restaurant parking lot, Duke's. I honked, Elizabeth waved and we drove on.

Back at home I took Elizabeth into the playroom and massaged both of them. I warmed the room, played soft meditative music and burned incense as I worked on both of them. When they were relaxed and ready I carefully moved them one at a time into bed. They fell asleep quickly.

I showered and shaved, then joined them in bed. I realized as I showered that I was shaving twice a day. Once in the morning so I looked clean and smooth at work and once at night so I didn't stubble burn either Liz or Beth.

We slept until after 9:00 in the morning. Suddenly I woke and sat up, remembering the contractor was going to be there at 10:00. I got us up and at 9:45 they were doing yoga in the living room. Often they did yoga in the back yard, but it was overcast and quite cool so they were in the house. I had seen them wear tights and leotards of contrasting colors when they did yoga, but that Friday morning it was leotards only, and I do mean only.

A couple minutes after ten the contractor knocked and Liz answered the door. Beth was on the floor in a pose called Halasana, the Plow Pose. Head on the floor, her torso vertical and legs at ninety degrees, arms behind her also at ninety degrees. A bright green strip of cloth barely covered her pussy and dipped between the cheeks of her upturned ass. His eyes bugged at the sight of Liz in her tiny white bikini and when he saw Beth he couldn't speak. I led him out of the living room.

Our consult lasted half an hour with three trips through the living room. Liz came out of the bathroom as he was preparing to leave, wrapped in a towel and asked if I remembered to ask him about the outdoor shower. The towel covered her front from the top of her breasts to just below her pussy. I said we had discussed the outdoor shower and she said, "Ok, Thanks!" and she headed back for the bathroom. Somehow the towel had ridden up and as she turned her entire ass was uncovered. I made it look like I didn't notice. He noticed.

At noon the other contractor we'd found came by and Elizabeth played the same game with him. He was older and a bit grayer, but just as attentive. Liz played with the towel just as she had done earlier. The bids were close, but the older guy was promising the job would be done in fourteen days and the younger guy said fourteen working days.

When the second guy left Liz stood in the living room, without the towel, and called Emily. She answered and we all listened as Liz implemented phase one, The Invitation.

"Emily Peterson?" Liz asked.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"My name is Elizabeth Evans. If you are the soon-to-be-ex-wife of one Bradley Peterson we need to talk."

"Why do we need to talk?"

"Are you divorcing Bradley?"

"Yes."

"I have evidence you need to see before you go to court. Evidence about your husband's extracurricular activities. Some of the evidence you should see is photographic."

"Was he doing you, too?" The stress in her voice was painful to hear.

"No. It happens that I knew about the woman who called you. I don't want money for what I have, but I do want to give it to you personally. Can we meet?"

"Yes. It has to be at a public place."

"Today?" Liz asked.

"Yes."

"How about two o'clock? There's a nice restaurant called Woody's, do you know it?"

"Yes, I've been there." Emily said.

"Dress warmly and sit on the patio. It's still private and public at the same time. Sit so if you look at a big photograph no one will be looking over your shoulder and be offended."

"How will I recognize you?"

"I'll be wearing western boots, a denim skirt and a teal shirt. My hair is dark brown and quite short and curly."

"Must I come alone?"

"No. Just don't bring the whole family, Ok?"

"Ok." She hung up. Phase one was complete. I printed the pictures on photo paper and slipped them, a copy of Kaye's suicide note and the list of names, acts performed and phone numbers into a 9X12 envelope. I put the microrecorder in the envelope too. All three of us got dressed and went to Woody's at 1:30. We sat out on the patio with Liz facing the door out of Woody's onto the patio.




2008 Ch. 07



We ordered lunch and I had a sandwich, Elizabeth split a BBQ chicken salad. At 2:00 on the money Emily walked through the door, saw Liz and stopped. I faced away from her and was wearing a ball cap but I could see her reflection in a window. Liz stood and picked up the envelope. Neither Beth or I moved or even looked directly at Emily. When Liz took a step another woman stepped out on the patio. I guessed it was Emily's Mom.

The older woman pointed to a table, as far from us and the door as practical. They sat and the waitress got their drink order. Liz talked. After about two minutes Emily started to cry. Both Liz and Emily's Mom patted her arm. Liz patted the envelope. 

Emily nodded and her mother shook her head. I guessed Liz had just asked if they wanted to see the pictures.

Liz opened the envelope and didn't bring out the pictures. She signaled to me and I walked to their table and sat down. Momma asked, "Who are you?"

Emily answered, "He's Pete, Brad's brother." Her voice was flat. Not angry, not surprised, flat.

I said, "I have no way of knowing what Kaye said to you when she called. I know what I found out. Kaye is the woman that had sex with Brad, she was also married to me at the time. Before you judge Brad's actions alone maybe you should see the evidence in the envelope. I pulled out an 8X10 of Kaye standing by the clothesline pole. She was facing the camera and about twelve names showed on her.

"The names you see are names of men she had sex with while she was married to me. The name just above her genitals is a tattoo of her last lover's name."

Momma pointed to Brad's name. I said, "I wrote those names on her and when I wrote that one I asked if it was my brother. She said yes and told me when it happened."

I pulled the second picture out and it was of Kaye facing away from the camera. I said, "All total there are twenty-one names on her. Twenty men and a woman. All of them while she was married to me. Kaye had something wrong in her. I'll never know what it was. Something compelled her to go after men and women she didn't really care for, she said for the excitement."

I put the pictures side by side. I said, "The day these pictures were taken I had taken her to a cabin owned by my uncle to see if we couldn't reconcile and repair our marriage. I took a counselor with us. Kaye was willing to go to the cabin and unwilling to work things out, unless I would allow her to keep doing strangers anytime she got a whim."

Emily was crying and her mother looked stunned. I pointed at Beth. "She was there when I wrote the names on Kaye. We took her to the bus station in Julian and she saw me give Kaye five hundred dollars to get home with. If you'd like to talk to her I can call her over."

"No, I get the picture. Brad was taken in, just like everyone else." Emily said.

"Do you think Brad is hurting?" Liz asked.

"I hope so! I know I am."

"I invited him over for Thanksgiving dinner. After dinner I recorded a conversation he had with Liz. He doesn't know I was recording him." I pulled the recorder out and hit PLAY. Emily listened for the entire eighteen minutes of Brad describing their five year marriage.

At the beginning her face was pretty stony. When he talked about her support and how he appreciated it, felt loved, honored and like he had married someone better than he deserved... she softened. When he talked about the miscarriages and her lump she bawled and held her face in her hands. He ended the tape by describing the pain of being alone, of the self-recriminations and guilt and the hours he had spent thinking about doing what Kaye had done, ending the pain with a gun.

I stopped the recording and we sat quietly. When Emily had calmed down enough to look at me again I reached in the envelope and pulled out the list. Then I pulled out Kaye's suicide note and handed it to Emily. Her Momma leaned over and they read it together.

When Emily finished reading her Momma took it and read it again, to herself. She gave it back to me. We were quiet.

"I can forgive him. He had one slip in five years and he didn't go after her. God! I played judge, jury and executioner without finding out the whole story. Pete, your brother was honest with me. When Kaye called he was helping a friend fix his car. I had two hours before he got home and I was ready to kill when he walked through the door. I screamed at him, "Did you fuck Kaye Peterson on our wedding day?"

"He nodded his head and said, "Yes, and I've regretted it every day since." I made what he said mean he regretted marrying me, not regretted fucking Kaye!"

Liz pulled out her cell phone and dialed Brad's number. She asked, "Want to speak to Brad? He knows nothing about this except we were intending to help you both."

As Emily reached for the phone Liz hit SEND and it rang in Brad's pocket. I put everything back in the envelope and we walked back to Beth and sat down. Momma followed us and sat with us.

"You must love your brother a lot." She said.

"Oh? Before Thanksgiving we hadn't spoken in months. In the last five years I think we've seen each other a half dozen times. It took until the day I took the pictures of Kaye that I understood why. He wasn't avoiding me. He was avoiding Kaye. As men we don't communicate well."

"I'd say you communicate quite well. Emily will take him back. I won't see them for at least a month, they'll be getting reacquainted."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Beth asked.

"For them. I've seen more of my daughter since they split up than I have since they got married. Since my husband died, I've been lonely."

"And, there is no one else you could be friends with, except Emily?" Beth asked.

"It's easier with her, we already know each other."

"You should get back over there and talk her out of loving Brad. She's ruining your life so she can have one. How selfish." I said, motioning with my hands for her to go. She started to get up, stopped and sat down.

"I want her to be happy. More than I want to be happy, I want her to be happy."

Liz smiled and softly said, "Then I would recommend you love them both and have them over for dinner once a month. Come when invited to their house, but not more than twice a month."

She thanked the three of us and stood up. Liz said, "If you get a chance, I'd like my cell phone back."

Emily's momma hurried over to the table and communicated the need for the return of the cell phone. Emily blushed, spoke for a few more moments and then carried the phone back to Liz. She hugged all three of us and said, "We'll have you over for dinner someday soon. Thank you."

They left beaming.



2008 Ch. 08



Saturday and Sunday were lazy days. We hung out at home and talked about what colors to paint the new bathroom, what kind of fence to put around the outdoor shower, and what the side door out of the house should look like, wood or glass. On Monday Beth took the afternoon off and met the contractor at the house to give him keys and get his schedule. They would begin work on December second.

On the last day of November I got a call at work from Emily. The caller ID on my phone just listed her number and I didn't recognize it. I answered professionally.

She said, "I'm impressed. I knew the stories Brad had told me about you from when you were boys. I guess I didn't pay enough attention to you, before."

"Hi Emily. What can I do for you?"

"You can come to dinner this coming weekend. It won't say Thank you enough for what you did but it's a start."

"Thank you for the invitation. Are you inviting me or me and my family?"

"Liz and Beth? Of course they're invited! Is there anyone else you'd like invited?"

I laughed, "You think maybe I have another wife hiding somewhere?"

"At this point it wouldn't surprise me!"

"We don't have anyone else and we accept. Which day and what time?"

"How's Saturday at six?"

"That works. Can we bring anything?"

"Brad tells me you have your Mom's recipe for Jambalaya. If you're willing, I'd love to have a copy."

"I meant can we bring a contribution to the dinner."

"A bottle of a nice wine?" Emily suggested.

"Done. Do you like red or white?"

"I have maybe three glasses of wine a year. Bring what you like, I'll love it. I promise."

"Then it's a date! Thanks for inviting us."

I called Elizabeth and had them write the date in their calendars. They both wondered if Emily's momma would be at the dinner. She wasn't.

Emily told us about her over a wonderful Cajun meal. Emily made Shrimp Etoufee and cornbread. It was wonderful! Elizabeth had never tasted Cajun Etoufee before and the three of them spent some time swapping recipes. Brad and I had grown up with a momma who was born near Lake Arthur, Louisiana. Where some families grow up using salt and pepper we grew up using salt and cayenne. Brad married a girl who grew up in a non-Cajun kitchen, but who loved every Cajun dish she had ever tasted.

When the evening was winding down Brad took me aside and said, "I don't exactly know what the three of you did, but I will be grateful for the rest of my life."

"Can I call you tomorrow?" I asked.

He gave me a look I hadn't seen in years. "Yeah, you can call. You've got a plan, don't you?" I nodded and the three of us left.

I knew Elizabeth heard what I said to Brad and I was almost surprised they didn't ask what I planned. Almost because I was getting used to their trusting that when I wanted them to know, I'd tell them.

When we got home we went into the playroom. It would soon be part of the construction zone and play would be restricted for two weeks. We were careful about leaving bruises and about being noisy while still satisfying the needs of both women and the wants of one man. We went to bed sore and tired, a much better choice than sick and tired.

On Sunday morning Liz made breakfast and I asked, "How are we going to deal with all the dust and destruction while the remodel happens?" 

Beth answered, "We can do it. There's two of us." Liz nodded agreement.

"I know you can. I'm wondering why I would want you to."

They looked at me, but didn't speak. Liz had a small smile, she had figured it out.

"Emily told us her momma is looking for something to do. She doesn't really need a job, but she does need to feel needed, wanted and important. Let's ask her to come over every day the workmen are here and help keep the rest of the house clean while they work."

"She can be our security too!" Beth said, "She'll be here to make sure the workmen stay out of the rest of the house and our stuff."

"And she can have dinner with us every night for the two weeks!" Liz was in.

"Would one of you find me a phone and Emily's number?"

Liz went and came back dialing the phone. Emily answered. I said, "Hi, Emily. Would it be Ok with you if we offered your Momma a job? We need someone here for two weeks while we have construction going on."

"She doesn't know anything about construction."

"We want her to watch them, protect our stuff and maybe do a little clean up in the areas not under construction." Beth made motions about eating. "We'd feed her dinner every evening too."

"It's certainly Ok with me. Why ask me if it's Ok? Shouldn't you be asking her?"

"I can't. I don't have her phone number. You have my number, how about you call her and if she's willing to discuss it she can call us? That way you haven't given out her number without her permission."

"I'll call her right now!" My phone died in my hand. I pressed the button but didn't bother putting the phone down.

Elizabeth cleaned up breakfast while we waited for the phone to ring. I wondered if we would be nude around Emily's momma. Well, two weeks of staying dressed until after dinner wouldn't be too bad. Elizabeth was back at the table with me when the phone rang. I answered.

She said, "This is Mrs. Williams, Emily's Mom."

I had put us on speaker. "Hi. We're all here at the table."

"Emily called and told me what you want. I'm interested."

"If you aren't very busy today maybe you could come over. We can show you what's going to be done and talk about what we'd like you to do."

"What time would you like me there?"

"Anytime. We weren't planning to go anywhere today." Liz gave her our address and asked if she'd come for lunch. 

She agreed to come at noon and have lunch with us. When the call ended it was 10:32am. The three of us went into action. I opened all the doors and windows to get fresh air to clear the smells of the orgy we had the night before. Liz went into the playroom and did what needed doing before the workers arrived. All the toys got stashed in the big suitcase and it got stashed in the garage. She kept a few items in the house and put them in her chest of drawers. Beth put the dropped clothes in the hamper and turned on the shower. 

We met in the shower and got squeaky clean and shaved. I noticed we were down to using our last three razors. Forty-eight razors in six weeks. When Kaye lived in the house with me, forty-eight razors lasted nine months! Life was much better now.

We dressed how we believed Emily's mom would expect us to dress. Elizabeth wore bras, knee length skirts and sweaters. I wore jeans and a sweatshirt. I was abandoned in the bedroom while Elizabeth went to the kitchen to start making lunch.

I gravitated to my computer and when I heard a knock at the front door I heard Beth call out, "I'll get the door!"

We welcomed her in and as the hugs were shared I asked, "Do you want us to call you Mrs. Williams, Emily's Mom or something else?"

She blinked three times and said, "We've been related over five years and you don't even know my name. I'm Elissa." I smiled and said, "Elissa is a form of Elizabeth, from a Hebrew name. Meet Elizabeth and Elizabeth."

"I wondered when Emily said one was Liz and the other Beth."

"Tour first or food?" I asked.

"Tour."

We talked as we walked and we showed her which walls were moving, the drawings of the new bathroom, doors and the shower outside. When we were outside we showed her how big the outside shower would be and where.

She said, "If I take this job I want a promise. I want to use this shower when the weather is warm!"

I asked, "You'd be Ok being out here nude?"

"Before Emily was born her Dad and I spent many weekends at a place called Elysium Fields, a naturist resort in Topanga Canyon. In fact Emily may have gotten her start there. Does that shock you?"

"No. We thought about how conservatively to dress for your visit. Most of the time when we're at home we're nude."

Elissa looked at Liz and asked, "Could I borrow a hanger, please? I'd like to keep from wrinkling this blouse. I'm having dinner with Brad and Emily today."

Liz said, "Of course" and headed into the house to get her a hanger. As she walked she pulled her blouse off and was getting to her bra when she disappeared around the corner of the house.

Elissa took off her skirt and panties, but waited for the hanger before removing the blouse. She asked, "Enough privacy that you don't worry about the neighbors watching?"

"See the trees? They are two trees thick. No neighbors really close and even if there were we are pretty private."

"So, if I stay on your good side I might come over and share the sunshine with you?"

"Of course. Don't you live in a place that allows nudity?" I asked.

"No! When my husband died I sold the house and bought a condo. They take care of the maintenance and the biggest sacrifice was wearing clothes all the time."

We waited until the hanger arrived and Elissa basked in the winter sunlight for a couple of minutes before we went back inside. Beth took her hangered clothes and hung them in our laundry area. Her C-section scar was evident right at the top of her abundant bush as were the signs of her being a few years older than me. All that said, she was still a good-looking woman. We had lunch and Liz looked at me as she lifted a fork full of turkey salad. I winked and Liz let a little of it fall from her folk to her breast.

Elissa said, "We used to play a game when we ate. Anything that spills has to be cleaned up by a mouth."

Liz said, "I can't get it with my mouth."

Elissa said, "No, but any one of us could."

I said, "I offer the opportunity to you. After all, we're interviewing you for a cleaning position. We ought to see if you are any good at cleaning."

Elissa got up and went to Liz, knelt down and held Liz's breast in her hands. She licked and kissed all around Liz's spill before engulfing the turkey salad and her nipple. Liz moaned. Elissa was a through cleaner. When she was done she kept sucking as she backed away from Liz and finally Liz's breast popped out of her mouth. Her nipple was erect and pointed right into Elissa's mouth.

Elissa said, "Maybe I should stay right here. She might spill again, you know."

"Does your daughter know what a wild child you are?" Liz asked.

"I used to be wild. I'm much more subdued these days." Elissa said, still kneeling beside Liz, nude. I laughed.

I helped her up and we finished the meal. I asked if we arranged a trip to a nice nude resort if she was interested in going along. She said, "Elysium Fields closed shortly after Ed, the owner, died. That was years ago."

"There are a couple of nice resorts south of here in Palm Springs and near San Diego. Interested?" I asked.

"Are you inviting Brad and Emily?"

"Nope. And I won't. That's up to you."

"Then, I'm interested." 

She accepted the job and stayed long enough for us to have dinner together. After she left we cleaned up, got things ready for Monday and went to bed. Monday was uneventful except for the anticipation of the workmen coming on Tuesday. When the alarm sounded on Tuesday morning I opened my eyes and saw Elissa standing in the doorway holding a tray with three cups of coffee. We got up and each took a cup and started our rituals. Elissa went back to the kitchen and made breakfast. She was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt with athletic shoes. The sweatshirt had the word "SECURITY" printed on it, front and back.

Just before we needed to leave for work the workers arrived. We introduced them to Elissa and left her in charge. At noon I rushed home. I wanted to see what was happening. The driveway was no longer usable. A big green dumpster sat in the driveway. I parked two houses away and walked to the house. I heard things being tossed into the dumpster. The front door was propped open and just inside Elissa had set up a fan to blow air through the house, through the construction zone and out the back. I found her watching the guys removing the two walls that had to go. 

As soon as she saw me she headed for the kitchen and made me some lunch. The contractor talked with me for less than a minute and went back to work. As I ate I complimented Elissa on her food and the idea of the fan. I took one more look at the progress and had to head back to work.

On the drive I called Elizabeth and told them what was going on. Liz asked what I wanted for dinner and I said, "Make something easy. Surprise me."

She did. When I got home Elizabeth was already home and they were in leotards doing yoga in the living room. Elissa was in the kitchen making dinner. She made a country pot roast with potatoes, carrots, onions, tomatoes and celery that had been cooking all afternoon. The workmen told me how good it smelled and just about begged for an invitation to stay for dinner. I told them that when all the demolition was done, they could stay for dinner.

As we sat down to eat they cleaned up and went to their homes for the night. We talked about what to feed them on their reward dinner. The ladies decided jambalaya would be good, with shrimp and turkey meat and veggies. Elissa said she liked to use both long grain rice and brown rice in jambalaya. Beth said she'd get some brown rice at the store. We had everything else.

Most people quarter the veggies they cook with a pot roast. Elissa had been coached. She quartered the potatoes, the carrots and tomatoes. The celery and onions were in very small pieces. After four or five bites I realized there was rue in the liquid with the pot roast. It was incredible!

After Elissa went home Liz came to me and said, "Elissa was here before six. It's eight now. She has to drive twenty minutes or so each way."

"I get the message. We need to open the sofa bed and invite her to stay here while the construction is happening." I said.

Liz asked, "May I call her and ask her to bring whatever she needs to stay two weeks?"

"Yes. Beth and I will see to the sofa bed." We set it up and then covered it with a big sheet of plastic to keep the dust off. Beth dusted the inside of a closet and got it ready for Elissa.

Liz had left a message for Elissa. When she got home she called us back and accepted the offer.



2008 Ch. 09



Wednesday Morning

When the alarm went off the next morning I opened my eyes and saw Elissa in the doorway with coffee. She was smiling and said, "Seeing the three of you sleeping together is so cute. Makes me wish I were younger."

For the second morning in a row I got up and took a cup from her without attempting to hide my morning wood. In the bathroom Liz dropped to her knees and sucked all my troubles away. It wasn't too difficult. I had no troubles. When her mouth was full she and Beth kissed and shared my cum. We showered one at a time in the small bathroom. 

When we were dressed we joined Elissa for breakfast. I asked, "If it can wait, I can come home a little early and help you bring your things into the house. Can you wait?"

"Don't need to. I'm in. While you slept I got moved in. I think my new room is cute, especially the bedspread!"

We laughed and congratulated her on being so efficient.

We were gone when the workers arrived. I stayed at work all day. Elissa spoke to Liz on her morning break and Beth called her on her afternoon break.

Elizabeth talked it over and decided they would do yoga on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays near the end of the men's workday. On Wednesday it was really warm so they did yoga in the back yard on blankets. The half hour they were stretching and bending in the back yard was the least productive half hour of the day. I wondered how many wives and girl friends would be having sex that night. I was pretty sure it would be all the wives and girl friends of our workers.

After dinner Wednesday night I saw Elissa carry an armload of clothes to her car. I stopped her. "Are you leaving us?" I asked.

"The weekend is almost here. No workers will be here this weekend. I'll go home, do laundry and hang out at home. Bright and early Monday morning, I'll be back."

"If that's what you want to do, fine. You can stay here with us, if you like. You are family, you know? Not just an employee."

"That's kind, but I should go."

"Tell me what's going on in your head, please."

"You sound like my husband used to sound. Ok. Other than the blow you got in the bathroom the other morning I've seen and heard no sign of any sexual activity. I think it's because you three don't want to offend or embarrass me, so I should go home and let you play for the weekend."

I was suddenly aware of something I had done unconsciously. I set about repairing the damage, "We should have talked. I apologize. Elizabeth waits for me to initiate all sexual activity. Without thinking about it very hard at all I did back off, in deference to you. Are you telling me that seeing us play wouldn't embarrass or offend you?"

"I've had sex before. I know you do it. I may not sit and watch you do it, but if I hear noises from across the hall I won't scream and cry."

"Ok. Please stay. I know all three of us enjoy having you with us. Laundry can be done here anytime you want."

We brought her things back into the house. We watched a movie that night and when it was over Elissa said, "Maybe this weekend I'll go visit Emily and Brad."

I said, "If you want, invite them here and we can have a meal together. It's been too long since my brother and I have hung out."

She nodded agreement and asked, "You want to call or should I?" 

"I'll call." I said. Beth got me a phone and plopped herself in my lap as I called. Brad answered. I loved when either of them curled into my lap.

"Brad, We'd like you and Emily to come over for dinner this weekend. We can show you how the house looks all torn apart and we can hang out, just the six of us."

"Six? You've added another woman?" I could hear the laughter in his voice, along with a hint of jealousy.

"No. The sixth is our security person, Elissa Williams. I think you know her."

He laughed and said, "Met her a few times! Yeah, I'd like to come over and hang out with you. Emily's at the market. Let me talk to her and I'll call you back, Big Brother."

Less than an hour later the phone rang and Beth picked it up. It was Emily. She accepted the invitation and they talked about the menu for the visit for a few minutes.

It was decided we would get together on Saturday. It was also decided that Elissa and Liz would go shopping that morning while Beth started cooking and Emily made potato salad. 

In our bedroom, after the door was closed for the night, I said, "Tonight we play. No toys, just fun. Please get naked."

I loved how there was never any hesitation. They stripped and waited for instructions. I limited our play to quiet things; pinches, forceful positions and blindfolds. I worked them hard and made sure they were covered in sweat before they were allowed to cum. Part of the time we played I had them teasing, prodding and pushing each other towards orgasms... that they were not allowed to have. At least not as soon as they could have.

When the score was Elizabeth six, Pete one it was time for a shower and sleep. As we walked down the hall to the bathroom Liz opened the door to check on Elissa. She caught her masturbating. She had her eyes closed and Liz opened and closed the door very quietly.

She whispered in my ear, "Elissa must have heard us, playing. She's doing herself."

I stopped and whispered to Liz, "Go inside and pleasure her. Anything she wants that brings her pleasure. Don't stay up too late."

"Thank you, Master. When we're done I'll shower with her, then come to bed with you."

"Or sleep with her. Whatever she wants." I kissed her and then pinched her ass one more time before heading to the shower with Beth.

Under the water Beth said, "Liz is staying with Elissa."

I nodded. "If it goes well maybe tomorrow night it will be you staying with her."

"What let you know she was open to a little girl-girl action, if I may ask?"

"It wasn't in what she said. It was in her eyes. When she discovered the two of you had lived together for years sharing one man I think she figured that you are bi. I think she's either bi or bi-curious." I said.

We got vey clean, dry and back in the bedroom before a sound was heard from the room down the hall. The sound heard was Elissa screaming two words, "Thank you!"

Liz spent the night with Elissa. When our alarm sounded it was Liz standing in the doorway with coffee and a huge smile. She said, "E is in the kitchen laughing because someone likes peanut butter on his waffles."

Thursday Morning

"Waffles? She's making waffles?" I asked. Liz nodded and I took my cup of Navy strength coffee. Ten minutes later we were at the table eating Belgian waffles, crisp bacon and an egg each. A great breakfast! 

When the timer sounded Elissa said, "Time for ya'll to head off to work. If one of you will call me I'll get dinner going this afternoon." She held the door open for us. Liz was first out the door and she kissed Elissa's mouth on her way out. Elissa gave as good as she got. Beth stepped into the arms Liz had just vacated and another kiss was shared. 

My turn. I stepped up and we kissed. I think her intent was to light my lips on fire and burn me to the ground with one kiss. Peanut butter must be a fire retardant. When the kiss ended she whispered, "Thank you for last night, Master."

I looked in her face for signs she knew what she was saying. I only saw sparkling eyes filled with tears that didn't fall and a grin. I said, "We need to talk tonight, over dinner."

"I plan to be here."

She helped me out the door and closed it behind me. On my drive to work I called Liz.

"Did you and Elissa talk last night as well as share orgasms?"

"We are girls. Of course we talked."

"She called me Master this morning. Does she know what she said?"

"She sort-of knows what it means to us. I explained it to her. She probably doesn't understand it at the depth we live it. Would you like me to talk to her about it?"

"No. We will talk at dinner. Please call Beth and talk about how you both feel about Elissa." My other phone line rang and I ended the call with Liz. The other call was Beth.

""E" called me and asked what she should make for dinner. Any requests?"

"E?"

""E", Liz, Beth What else would we call her? If you want her named something else, just say it. As you wish, Master."

"Are you telling me you've already accepted her as a possible sister?"

"Of course. My eyes are not your eyes. What my eyes see is that she is willing to offer herself to you without even knowing what all that implies. How you handled the thing with Brad, Emily and Kaye said everything she wanted to know about the man you are. Then you sent Liz in to be with her last night!"

"Liz is going to call you and discuss the implications of "E "calling me Master this morning. We will be having a conversation at dinner."

"Dinner. Anything you'd like?"

"Surprise me."

"As you wish, Master." I could hear the giggle of delight in her voice. I told her I loved her and ended the call.

At the end of our workday Beth met me at my truck. Rather than kissing her in the company parking lot and having employees watch as she did her best to melt my clothes with a kiss I drove us almost a mile and parked behind a market for a minute or two while we kissed. Then I waited for my blood pressure to start back towards normal before resuming the drive home.

"Do you know what's for dinner?" I asked.

"I only know what "E" told me. I don't know that I've ever had it."

"Do you know what's in it?"

"Nope. She asked what you don't like and I told her. She said, "No problem."

"Then I don't need to know what it's called. Thank you."

"She did tell me it's good food for cold days."

"Shhh. I don't want any more information. I want the surprise."

"Me too." She smiled at me.

When it came out of the oven I recognized it. When I was a kid my Mom made it in the winter. Mom called it Shepherds Pie. Lots of veggies, some condensed soup with a little water and a mashed potato covering on top. When I make it I add meat. Mom never did.

"E" had added a personal touch. Just before the casserole came out of the oven she crushed some bbq potato chips and sprinkled them on top. A little crunch, a little color and a burst of flavor. One bite and I gave a thumbs up. Elizabeth loved it, too.

As we ate "E" asked, "How often would you like dessert with dinner?"

"I wouldn't want dessert to become an habit. We'll all put on weight if we have it too often. Maybe it should depend on how exciting the dessert is. A three layer chocolate fudge cake we shouldn't do more than quarterly."

"E" smiled and asked, "How about a berry cobbler over shortbread with vanilla ice cream?"

"Fresh berries in December?"

She smiled at me as she said, "I think they were grown south of here." 

"I think we should allow ourselves a little fun tonight and maybe no more dessert until the remodeling is done."

She and Beth got up and Beth asked, "May we serve dessert now, or wait a little while?"

"Let's have a little discussion and then enjoy the cobbler." I said. They sat back down.

I said, "This morning you said, "Thank you for last night, Master."

"E" nodded, but didn't speak. She glanced at Elizabeth.

"Using the honorific Master is reserved for certain relationships. Beth and Liz have convinced me to have that relationship with them. Before we go any farther into it, tell me what you think it means to call me that, for you."

"Last night when Liz and I talked, she didn't call you by name. She kept saying "My Master..." and as I understood it, it's a term of endearment, and more. Liz believes that her life will best the best it can be by letting you make decisions and leaving her to focus on making your life work for you."

"So, when you said it this morning what were you saying to me?"

"When my husband was alive, I should have been calling him Master. He made the major decisions for us. We talked things over often and always the decision was his. I trusted him with my life." She took a big breath and continued, "I guess what I was saying was I hate being alone. I hate making all the decisions on my own. I would willingly join your family and give you my life."

"It may mean you become the chief cook of the family." I said.

"I love cooking and having people enjoy my cooking."

"It may mean never sleeping alone again." I said.

"I would count that as a blessing, especially if sleeping includes playing, too."

"It would mean never masturbating without permission again, ever." I said.

"You knew?" Her eyes widened and she blushed.

"Yes. It would mean living here for the rest of your life. Giving up your condo and depositing every dime you have in my accounts. From the moment you join the family you depend on us totally for everything. Need a new sweater, I approve it or you don't get it. You will, for example, never wear red again. I don't like red."

"May I ask a question?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Will you ever have sex with just me?"

"We all will. Sometimes one-on-one and sometimes as a family." I watched her for signals. What I got was a smile and her knees relaxed and parted just a fraction of an inch. I changed subjects, a little.

"Why will I ask you to deposit everything you have in my accounts?"

"It means I willingly depend on you for everything." "E" answered promptly.

"Are you willing to obey me, without question or hesitation no matter how crazy you think my request is?"

"I need to trust you. I can see two smart women who do, who talk about you as if you make their lives work. I'm not a feminist. I don't want to be one. I will obey you."

Liz spoke after a nod from me, "We will go through all your clothes and everything Pete doesn't like goes in the trash. You will never buy or own clothes he doesn't like."

I said, "I don't like panties. The women of this family only wear panties when they are having their periods. They only wear pants if pants are appropriate at work, not at home. If you own pantyhose, throw them away. Panties and pantyhose limit my access to you. By the same token I don't like bras at home. Beth can show you how to modify the bras you wear around me, when bras are needed."

"I agree. Shall I disrobe now?"

"No. There's more. You will always sleep nude except when you're on your period and never turn me down if I want sex or I ask you to have sex with anyone. Never."

"You might ask me to screw someone else?"

"I may. I may ask you to eat Beth to orgasm, suck on Liz's breasts, or have sex with someone who is a stranger to you. You agree not to balk, argue, hesitate or refuse."

"I haven't done anything like that since Emily was born."

"Is that a deal breaker?"

"No! If you want me to do anything, I'll trust you have a good reason."

"I will expect each of you to treat each other as equals. How much money you bring to the family doesn't change your status. How well you cooperate, get along and assist each other matters a thousand percent more. Beth's status isn't higher than anyone's just because she was first. Elissa, after all that, do you still want to call me Master?"

"May I?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes..." She almost did, then reconsidered and didn't.

I turned to face Beth and asked, "Beth, I want your thoughts on this matter."

"Yes, Master. I think a trial would be proper. Perhaps a month?"

"Liz?"

"I think a month will tell her if this is for her. May I ask "E" a question?"

I nodded. Liz asked, "E", what will you say to Emily and Brad?"

A shadow crossed over her face. Seconds got longer and longer until she smiled and said, "Emily, I need to be needed, wanted and to contribute. But, it can't be with you and Brad. I'm moving in with Pete and Elizabeth. I can cook and clean for them as I did when we were a family and I can do it without being their mom. If I did it with you I'd be your mom and rob you of being your own woman in your own home."

Liz looked at me and said, "I advise letting her in." Beth nodded.

"There is one more thing." I said.

Liz and Beth instantly knew what it was. "E" looked at me expectantly.

"Liz, did you tell her about the playroom?"

"No, Master. It is not my place." She adopted the pose I'd read about and had never asked for; head bowed, eyes looking down, hands at her sides and legs spread. Her body language and words said, "You are my Master and I know my place."

"Elissa both Beth and Liz need pain and control in their lives. Not the kind of pain that damages the body forever, but a bit of pain and sometimes a loss of control."

Her eyes widened again and she asked, "You mean like in the bondage movies and the movies where a woman gets tied up and whipped?" There was alarm in her voice.

"Yes, but not as severe I think. They need it and they achieve orgasms and pleasure from it, otherwise I wouldn't do it. During your thirty-day trial period we will use the new playroom. You will be in charge of what happens to you. You will watch what Liz and Beth do and what is done to them. You get to choose if it happens to you."

"If I don't like it... am I out?"

"No. You may be excluded from our play parties in the playroom, but for me it is not a deal breaker. We will discover what expressions of affection and lust best meet your desires and needs, then do our best to meet them."

She looked from my face to Beth, from Beth to Liz and then back to me. Long looks.

At least a minute passed and she asked, "May I call you Master, now?"

"If you accept this as your choice, yes. We will still love and honor you as a friend and relative if you say no. I will still let Elizabeth have sex with you, if you say no."

"As you wish, Master." She bowed her head and spread her legs a bit.

Hugs were shared all around and we decided to visit "E's" condo to see how best to integrate her into us and our home. It was late when we got back to the house and we needed to get to bed. I said, "No one sleeps alone tonight. Beth and Liz get the hide-a-bed and Elissa will sleep with me. We are to sleep. No masturbating, no pussy play, no fucking. Sleep."

Three voices said, "As you wish, Master." I washed all three women in the tiny shower and they dried each other after they washed and dried me. "E" crawled into bed with me and snuggled against me. She said, "God, it feels so good to be in bed like this again. Thank you, Master."

"You feel very good to me, too. Do not transfer money to my account until the month is over. Before Saturday morning we'll talk about what we'll say to Brad and Emily, and when." We kissed for a few minutes and I could feel her wanting more. At the end of those few minutes I had her roll over, spooned against her backside and we fell asleep that way.

Friday Morning

She got up without waking me and was standing in the doorway with my coffee when the alarm sounded. She was nude. I got up and headed for the coffee and then the bathroom. As soon as I took the mug of coffee "E" asked, "May I suck you, Master?"

"I don't think so. I had a dream last night about Beth. This morning I want Beth." I called Beth and she came out of the little bathroom wrapped in a towel. "Yes, Master?"

"If you assume the Uttanasana Big Toe Position and I join with you, will that make us late this morning?"

"No."

"Please."

She dropped the towel and bent in half. She wrapped her arms around her legs just above her ankles. She asked, "With my back against the wall?"

"Yes, please." She took tiny steps and stopped with her back against the wall. I asked, "Can you spread your legs a bit?"

"Yes, Master I can." They inched apart and when they were far enough apart to align her pussy with the exact height of my cock I stepped close and slid into her. My hands held her hips and I pushed all the way inside as "E" stood in the hallway and watched. 

Beth looked up and watched me push into her pussy. She said, "Thank you. Being filled like this is incredible! Thank you."




2008 Ch. 09



I increased the pace and was slamming against her as I pushed as far inside her as I could on each stroke. Liz came out of the bathroom and looked at me for permission, guidance, something. I said, "Honey, Wet her anus and guide me inside Beth, please." 

I expected her fingers to gather lube from Beth's flow and spread it on her anus. She bent and licked Beth as her fingers spread Beth's ass cheeks. When she was satisfied with the amount she wrapped a hand around my shaft as I backed out of Beth and she guided me to Beth's anus. At my first touch Beth relaxed and I was admitted easily into her ass. 

Beth grunted and thanked Liz and I for what we were doing. Liz stood tall and waited for my direction.

"A kiss for me and then get ready for work, Sweetheart." I said. We kissed and she disappeared. "E" had not moved at all. Beth thanked me and asked if she could cum.

"Cum when you can. Tell me when you cum. Say "TEN!"

I was close too. Beth was shaking and I raised both my hands above my head waiting for her signal. 

She screamed "TEN!" and I slapped her ass cheeks with both hands! When my hands landed I made sure they stayed on her ass. The slapping sound was loud and as it reverberated in the hallway I came inside Beth's ass. A little squirt came from Beth and her ass clenched as she came.

"Master, Thank you! I can feel your cum inside my ass! I love how that feels. Thank you."

When I felt my cock begin to wilt I pulled out. I helped Beth stand upright and kissed her before going into the shower. As I stepped away I said, "Please, Wear panties and a liner until lunch time."

"E" followed me into the bathroom. She said, "Master, I don't know what to do."

"Do you have time to shower and dress before the workers arrive?"

"Yes, if I hurry."

"Go get your clothes while I finish. Then shower and dress in here."

When I stepped out of the water she was right there, her clothes piled on the toilet tank. I took a towel from her, kissed her and left the bathroom. She stepped into the water and started singing.

I met Beth in the kitchen. We put our coffee cups in the sink and left the house eating toast. In the truck Beth asked, "May I ask questions?"

"Sure."

"Why didn't you join with "E"? She wanted you to."

"I wanted you. I wanted her to see how you respond to a request. I wanted her to see how open we are to the expression of affection and pleasure. And, I want her to anticipate how joining with me will be. I want her to think about the visual she got this morning."

"You didn't tell her not to masturbate."

"Please dial her at home."

Beth called home. "E" answered. She handed me the phone. "Elissa, you can touch any part of your body you want, except your breasts, your anus or your vulva. Do not cum today. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

I hung up. I glanced at Beth who smiled back at me.

"Did you bring pads or extra panties?"

"Yes. I will not soil the panties. I'll check the liner often and take care not to ruin panties."

"Can you do that and be panty-free at lunch?"

"I think so. 

"I know I'll want to taste you during lunch. Please make that possible."

I glanced over at her in time to see the light go on. She had figured out how to give me a taste of her pussy while not leaking from her ass.

We parked and I caught a glimpse of her panties as I helped her out of the truck. I said, "Thank you. I know you aimed that glimpse at me and I thank you for it."

She kissed me and said, "Anytime. You're welcome."

At lunch Beth got a salad and extra tomatoes. When I sat down she asked, "Taste?"

Phil's head came up and he watched her slide the tomato and her wet fingers into my mouth. I sucked and smiled, then I thanked her.

"Anytime." She said, looking at Phil and winking.'

He blushed and looked back at his ham sandwich. About halfway through lunch I passed a note to Beth, 'Give Phil a tasty tomato, please.'

She dipped the tomato and her right-hand fingers into her honey and then stood and walked around the table to Phil. She tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned and said, "What?" She held the tomato a few inches from his face and asked, "Taste?"

He opened his mouth to answer and she quickly slid the tomato and her fingers into his mouth. His eyebrows went up. His eyes went wide and he sucked! When Beth pulled her fingers back she asked, "Aren't these just the best tomatoes? Hard to get good tomatoes just anywhere."

She sat back down and resumed eating her salad. Bob asked, "Do you have a great tomato for me or just Phil and Pete?"

"If you have two tomatoes left, maybe he can have one and I can have the last one." I said.

Beth smiled and said, "I have enough for each of you to have one." She held up a tomato in her left hand and Bob's eyes followed it. In the same moment she dipped the last tomato in her pussy and stood up. She walked the step to Bob and put it in his mouth. He sucked her fingers loudly and after she retrieved her fingers he said, "You're right! Damn good tomatoes."

Beth walked to me and slid her pussy wet fingers and tomato into my mouth. I winked at her and she sat back down. I touched her hand and smiled at her. She had done well.

When lunch was over I walked Beth back to her work area. We didn't kiss. Public Displays of Affection are not a good idea in our work environment. Five minutes later I was back at work and my phone rang.

"Pete." I answered.

Phil said, "You sent Beth to give me that tomato, didn't you?"

"Nope. I sent her to give you a taste. Was it a good taste?"

"God! Pete! You know damn well it was great! I spent the rest of lunch thinking, "I've tasted Beth's pussy!"

"You have! How would you feel about me tasting Veronica in just the same way?"

After a long pause he said, "If Veronica wanted to give you a taste like that, I'd be Ok with it. But, no other way!"

"Ask her tonight if it'd be Ok?"

"You don't think I'll ask!"

"Either way, I don't lose anything. Remember when we were kids and we'd dare other kids to do stuff? Well, this is a double dog dare."

"A double dog dare for me to ask her? I'll do it!"

My other line rang. I wished him luck and switched to the ringing line.

Before I could even say hello I heard Elissa's voice. "Master, did I do something wrong?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"This morning you had Beth in both her puss and butt. Liz got to lick Beth. All I got was a kiss before I got in the shower. All morning I've been wondering what I did wrong."

"Nothing. Sleeping with you last night was wonderful. I wanted you to see how free and easy we are about sex play. When I fill you the first time it may be like that, in front of Elizabeth. When you watched, did it turn you off or on?"

"On! And frustrated. I wanted to cum too."

"I understand." I paused, glancing at my schedule on the computer screen. "Elissa, you know where we work, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Come get me. I'll leave Beth the keys to the truck and come home with you. When you get here I'll be waiting outside. Do not get out of your car. Wear shoes, wide leg shorts and a t-shirt, nothing else."

"Yes, Master!"

I hung up. I knew I had twenty-five minutes before she arrived. I called my supervisor and took the rest of the day off. I walked to Beth's work area and gave her keys to the truck. She didn't ask what was up. I volunteered, "We have a sister who needs some attention. Pick up something for dinner on your way home, Ok?"

She nodded her understanding and said, "Shall we have a late dinner? Say eight-thirty or so?"

"Yes! Great idea."

I was standing out front when Elissa pulled up in front. She smiled and stopped the car. I got in and she leaned towards me for a kiss. I said, "We do not kiss here. It would start rumors by the hundreds if we did. Please drive."

She did. Half-way home I asked, "Are you a little damp, wet or dripping?"

She looked away from the road and at me as she said, "I think I have soaked through the towel I'm sitting on."

"How long has it been since a hard cock was inside your pussy?"

"Years! My husband stopped being able to do it two years before he died. He died last December."

"So, in almost three years no man has been inside you? No lovers?"

"Liz. No one else." She paused and added, "At home I have a battery powered thing."

She pulled into our driveway and parked. I got out and she opened her door. I said, "Please close your door." She did.

When I got to it, I opened it and helped her out of the car. She said, "Thank you."

I smiled. Somewhere far away, Kaye grimaced.

When we got inside I stopped her in the kitchen and we kissed. She was shaking, trembling, a little.

The workmen were making lots of noise with hammers, a power saw and yelling at each other. I went to see them after asking Elissa to wait for me in my bedroom. I looked over the progress and then spoke to the foreman.

"Elissa isn't feeling too great. I'd appreciate it if you guys could knock off an hour early today. Maybe come in early on Monday to get the hour in."

"She's gonna be Ok?" He asked. "We really like her."

"She'll be fine. Can she have an hour?"

He smiled and said, "We'll clean up and be gone." I thanked him and left him to his task.

Back in the kitchen I got a diet Coke and downed half then I went to my bedroom. Elissa was standing in the middle of the empty part of the floor. She was looking at the bed. It was just as she had left it earlier. Made. I make the bed only when I change linens. Elizabeth makes the bed when we have time in the morning, or when we get home from work. Since Elissa had been hired she made the bed.

I closed the door behind me, stepped to the Bose clock-radio and turned on some soft music. I surrounded her body with my arms, standing behind her, pressing against her back. I whispered, "Elissa, what is you favorite fragrance? Lemon, lavender, jasmine, vanilla? What?"

"Vanilla." She whispered.

"Don't move from this spot." I left the room and returned with my massage table and lotion. Minutes later she was nude and face down on the table. She was covered by an oven warmed towel. I put three drops of vanilla extract on a hand towel and draped it over the face cradle.

As always I started with massaging her feet. When I got up to her knees she asked, "Master may I speak?"

"Is it urgent?"

She nodded. "Speak."

"I need to pee."

"Go."

She jumped from the table and flew to the little bathroom. I was glad I'd had the workers leave. She didn't take anything to cover herself with.

When she was back on the table and covered with the towel again I asked, "Did you forget there were workmen in the house?"

She jumped, startled and said, "Did they see me?"

"No. I sent them home for the day. Now take ten deep breaths and let them out slowly. Focus on the fragrance surrounding you and the sound of your breathing."

My hands held her feet until she breathed out breath number eight. I added lotion to my hands and began kneading her legs.

Almost an hour later she had turned over and I was working her torso, spreading lotion on her and kneading it in. She was at the edge of sleep. I moved beside her and slowly slid my index finger along her swollen lips. It was not long and her legs relaxed more and her pussy lips spread. 

All the rest of her body had been done. I lifted her legs and stretched the muscles. When I put them back on the table I said, "Spread your legs as wide as you can, keeping your eyes closed, please."

She spread her legs wide and the lips of her pussy popped apart, allowing me to see her vaginal opening. A large drop of her lubricant perched at the edge of her opening.

My mouth approached her pussy slowly and deliberately. I knew the urge to look was strong, but she resisted. She felt my breath and heard my breathing change. I saw her hips lift a fraction; looking for the touch she prayed was coming.

My hands on her thighs pulled away from each other and spread her pussy wider than she would have, if it had been up to her. Then my face pressed into her wet, hot folds and sucked in her gift. Her back arched and she had an orgasm. Her entire body quivered as the muscles in her belly tightened along with those in her ass. I was gifted with more of her delicious nectar and drank it down.

When I climbed onto the table with her she kept her eyes closed. I lifted her legs and held them spread. My cock rested just above her slit and I slowly dragged it back towards her wetness, until it slid down across her clit and into her folds. It nestled in her opening, without actually penetrating.

"I love you, Elissa." I said and as I said the words I pushed completely inside her.

She moaned and said, "I love you, too, Pete."

When I hit bottom I held still. Her hips were moving, begging me to move, aching for the stimulation she craved. I decided to leave her tender and possibly even a little bruised. I lifted her legs even closer to her chest and leveraged my body up above her hips and slammed in and out of her, jamming our pubic bones together. At each hit I could feel the skin taking a pounding and I heard her involuntary moans and grunts. "E" lifted her pussy to meet every thrust. Her hands gripped my arms at the biceps and pulled me against her.

When she hit her first orgasm her eyes opened wide and she said, "Oh God! I have missed you so!" Her eyes were open wide but it wasn't me she saw and felt. It was her husband. I believed he loved pounding into her, leaving her bruised and tingling for hours and possibly days.

I continued to pound her, moving my hands from beside her chest to up on her chest squeezing her large soft breasts. As I squeezed her legs wrapped around my hips and helped me slam into her pussy.

My hand squeezed harder, thumbs and first fingers pinching her nipples. "Thank you, Thank you!" She screamed.

My juices had been building up pressure and when the pressure released she said, "I feel your fire inside me! Give it all to me!"

I did. We rolled over so she was on top of me while I was still inside her. We rested a few minutes and I slid out of her. As soon as I did she lifted her head and asked, "May I clean us up?" I nodded. She ran to the bathroom and came back with a wet wash cloth and a towel. She cleaned me first and then herself.

"Come back to bed. Stop being the one who cleans and be the one who gets taken care of. Lie here beside me. Let me hold you."

She got back in bed and covered us both. A few minutes later she asked, "How did you know?"

"How did I know you needed to join?"

"No, how did you know I needed to be bruised?"

"I just felt your energy and it seemed to be what you needed."

"It was. Thank you."

"Close your eyes, please." I paused and continued, "You couldn't tell your husband what you needed either. But he was patient and discovered what worked for you. What was the first thing he discovered?"

"On our Honeymoon he wanted to experiment. He had me go topless at the beach and within ten minutes my juices had wet the crotch of my bikini bottoms. When men stopped and looked at my tits I flooded myself. He loved it. I think I showed a hundred men my tits while we were in Hawaii!"

"And that wasn't all, was it?"

"No. He thought of a hundred ways for me to be seen and not get arrested. By the time we were back in California over a hundred men had seen my tits and many had also seen my pussy."

"Then what did he try?"

"Sometimes he was the gentlest lover imaginable. Like you, when you massaged me; gentle yet firm. Other times he was an animal! When he was gentle he would tease me to five or six orgasms, slowly and carefully. When he was an animal I got used and used roughly. There were times when I had hand sized bruises for weeks on my chest, my ass and even my inner thighs."

"Today, you craved the animal and the gentleman."

"Liz told me about how she feels in the playroom. I came while she told me. I squeezed my legs together while she talked and I came! I wondered what you would be like when I brought you home. I knew you were coming home to do me."

"I'm not done."

Her face and body energy shifted. She wanted to know what else I was going to do. She could not ask.

"Elizabeth will be home in a little over an hour. They both know I came home to take care of you. I think they both want a shot at you. They may get it. Please come with me." I led her to the toybox and opened the smaller box within and she saw six butt plugs; three different sizes. 

"I'm going to put one of these in your ass. You have fifteen seconds to pick the one you will wear."

Her eyes showed fear and she hesitated a few seconds before choosing a medium sized plug with a sparkling ball as the end. She picked it up and handed it to me. I said, "Thank you. Have you ever worn a butt plug before?"

"No Master. Never."

As we talked I got some lube and lubed the plug. "Why did you pick the medium? I expected you to pick the easiest size for your ass. If you've never worn one, this may be very tight."

"I picked it because I don't think the big one would fit without ripping me apart... and I want to do good for you."

"You are doing extremely well." I kissed her and our tongues danced as I made sure her nipples were rubbed by my chest. When I ended the kiss I said, "You do yoga, don't you?"

"Yes, but I'm not quite as limber as Elizabeth."

"Show me Big Toe, please." She smiled and as she bent forward she said, "I have been practicing that pose." She did it quite well. Her arms wrapped around her lower legs, just above her ankles. She looked up at me, expectantly.

"I like this pose because I like having each of you watch as you feel me penetrate you. For this plug to fit inside you must consciously relax, otherwise it will hurt and you may even rip a little and bleed. We don't want that. I'll begin with a finger, then two. When I think you're ready I will push the plug inside. Do not close your eyes, watch. If you can't take it, use your safe words."

"Yes, Master. I can take it."

A dollop of lube squeezed from the tube onto her anus and I used a finger to push against her opening. I coached her on relaxing and soon that finger was deep inside, spreading lube and helping her relax. When I felt her relax a bit more I made it two fingers, then three. The visual I had was wonderful and I felt my cock stir and begin to grow.

The plug was held in my other hand and I moved it close to her opening as I said, "Take a deep breath and hold it. When you feel my fingers leave your ass begin to exhale, concentrating on holding your ass open as you exhale."

"Yes, Master." She took a big breath and I began to pull my fingers out of her. She stayed open. As soon as my fingers were out I touched the plug to her opening and I heard her start to exhale. I looked down and saw her watching everything I was doing. I suddenly had the thought to mirror the ceiling of the playroom.

The first inch penetrated her easily, then the taper of the plug began stretching her. I twisted the plug as I applied constant pressure. "Another deep breath, Sweetheart." I said. When she started to let it out I pushed two more inches inside her. She moaned.

"One inch to go. Can you take it?"

"Yes, Master. I can take it!"

I put the palm of my hand on the knob end of the plug and raised my other hand. As I slapped her ass cheek hard I pushed the plug the rest of the way in and it seated.

"You did it! I am so proud of you. Can you hold that pose another minute?"

"As you wish, Master." Her voice sounded strained and proud.

I hurried and got a small towel to clean the excess lube from her ass. After I cleaned her I helped her stand and I hugged her, kissed her and asked how it felt to be so full.

"It started to feel like I needed to poop, but it changed. It feels different than anything I've felt before. Thank you Master, for introducing me to something new."




2008 Ch. 09



"We are going to do one more thing before Elizabeth comes home." I wrapped my arm around her and walked her back into the bedroom. With my assist she got on the bed, on her back, legs spread. I dropped to my knees and began eating her.

A minute passed and I stopped. "You must not like what I'm doing. You haven't thanked me."

"I love what you're doing! Master, I've never had feelings like these before! Being eaten with my butt filled is wild! Thank you! Thank you!"

My face went back into her pussy and I used my right hand to twist the plug in her ass. She moaned loudly and said, "Oh sweet Jesus! I'm getting close! May I cum Master?"

I backed away an inch and said, "When I bite your clit, you may cum, not before."

I licked her from tain't to clit, slowly. Every time I licked her clit I twisted the plug. Her body twitched and shook hard. She begged for release.

When I knew she was about to lose control and cum I used my teeth and gently bit her clitoris. My hand pulled on the plug, not hard enough to dislodge it, but enough she felt the pull.

Elissa screamed, long and loud. She gasped for breath and almost screamed, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh My God!" Her juices didn't flow, they squirted, soaking the bed and me. I left her and went to the bathroom to get two more towels. A load of laundry would need to be done.

When she was somewhat back to normal and dry I helped her off the bed and we stripped it. Every few seconds she thanked me and kissed me. She brought the standing fan to the doorway and started it. I opened the windows. We left the bed unmade, so it would dry.

I tossed a big beach towel over my recliner and sat. I beckoned "E" into my lap and she snuggled in. I pulled a lap blanket over us and we dozed until Elizabeth got home.

When "E" heard them come in she got out of my lap and went to the kitchen. As soon as they came in she helped with their packages and food then showed them the plug in her ass. I kept my eyes closed and heard Beth ask, "Do we get one, too?" "E" didn't know.

They woke me from my "nap"and asked if I wanted dinner. I said "E" and I would set the table and serve the food while they went to the toybox and inserted butt plugs in each other. They would insert one medium and one small. I looked at the second hand of the clock and since it was in the last half of the minute I said, "Beth gets the medium. Go."

In minutes the table was set, the food on the table and all three ladies were seated at the table with their but plugs in place.

The food was passed and we began to eat. Liz told us about her day at work, then Beth told us about her day. When she was done she asked "E" about what she had done. She told them about the work she had done around the house, right to the point where she had called me to ask if she had done something wrong. Then, she stopped.

"Tell them what happened." I said. She told them about coming to work and driving me home. She described, in detail, what happened when we got home. She described every orgasm she had and how it felt. Both Beth and Liz looked at me with pleading eyes.

When she was done I said, "Tomorrow is Friday. On Friday's you do yoga. I want you to weaken the material in the shoulders of your leotard so it might slip off and expose a breast. If it does slip off I want you to get upset and lower the strap so it's out of your way, leaving your breast uncovered. The work should be done tomorrow. If it is, I think their bonus is a nude hug from each of you. That's you nude, not them."

It was quiet as they digested the news. I knew that on their own they would never do such things. I also knew they would probably cum from the excitement.

"Let's get dinner cleaned up." They took care of it. I replaced the tablecloth. We sat together and planned a celebration for the night the work on the house was done. We planned a private celebration and a small gathering of friends celebration.

"E" wanted to know which celebration Brad and Emily would be invited to. I responded, "The small gathering of friends. The playroom will not be seen as a playroom. We should have a rug to cover the drain and exercise equipment to mask the other purpose of the room. Two bikes, a treadmill and a rowing machine for sure."

"And," Liz asked, "Who will be at the other celebration?"

"Only people who live here. All the toys will be in a new toy cabinet, the rug moved out of the way and there will be celebrating for long hours of teasing, kneading, and many orgasms for each of you."

"And for you Master?" Beth asked.

"Do not worry about me. I have three beautiful, willing lovers to play with. I'll die happy."

An hour before bedtime I took all three to the bedroom and removed their plugs. "E" first. She was amazed at how hard I needed to pull to get her ass to release it. Then she was surprised at how quickly her body wanted to use the bathroom. While she was gone I sucked Beth's breasts and told her how wonderful they were.

When "E" reappeared I removed Liz's plug. It was the small one and came out easily. I said, "That was too easy. From now on if I start you with a small, you are to remind me that I said, "No more small plugs. Start with a medium."

"Yes, Master."

While she was gone in the bathroom I played with Beth and with "E". When all three were on the bed with me I got up and sat on the chair near the bed. I asked Beth to get three blindfolds. She left, headed for the toybox and came back with two blindfolds and a belt. "We only have two blindfolds in the toybox, Master." She said.

"Do you have a scarf?" I asked. She said, "Yes, Master" as she ran from the bedroom.

When she returned I said, "Please blindfold your sisters. I will do you." She began with Liz. I blindfolded her. When neither could see Beth found "E" and blindfolded her. I helped Beth to one corner of the bed, Liz to a different corner and "E" to the third. I said, "There is a reward for the woman who cums first, a different reward for she who cums second and a penalty for the one who does not cum. You are not allowed to speak words, touch your own pussy or pinch your own nipples. All touching must be done while you are on the bed." I paused. "Any questions?"

Beth asked, "You want us to give each other orgasms and if we don't have one there is a penalty?"

"Yes! Begin now." They climbed onto the bed from their corners and when they bumped into each other the action began. Beth bumped into "E" and held her head in her hands as they kissed. "E's" hands held Beth's tits and squeezed as they kissed.

Liz bumped into the pair seconds after the kissing started. She moved between Beth's legs and found her pussy with both her hands and mouth. The licking began and Beth's response was to move "E" so she found Liz. They stopped kissing and "E" lay on the bed so her face could find Liz's vulva. Beth lay down without losing the connection to Liz's tongue. She searched for and found "E", burying her face between her legs. Somehow they had forgotten about their breasts. I got up from my chair and pinched Beth's nipples hard, but only for two seconds. She gasped and groaned.

I moved to "E" and pulled on her long nipples, again for two seconds. Her back arched and she moaned. At Liz, I twisted her nips as I pulled them. She yelped and reached for Beth and found her chest and began mauling her tits. "E" was attacking Liz's nips and in seconds all three were being eaten and their tits mauled.

I sat back down and watched. Beth let go of the breast she was mauling and reached to "E's" anus. With no preliminary action she shoved two fingers in "E's" ass. "E" shuddered and screamed into Liz's pussy. She was the first to cum. None of the action stopped. 

"E's" fingers probed Liz's ass and Liz immediately pushed two fingers into Beth's ass. Seconds later Beth shuddered, screamed and flooded Liz's face. I got up quickly and pulled blindfolds off all three. I moved faces from pussies, hands from breasts and asses.

They calmed and waited for whatever was next.

I said, ""E" came first. Beth came second. Liz hasn't cum. Help Liz cum."

"E" was closest to Liz's pussy so she dove in, with mouth to pussy and fingers in her ass. Beth twisted and both grabbed Liz's breasts and sucked one nipple into her mouth. In less than a minute Liz screamed and covered "E's" face in juice.

"Since "E" came first, she gets me in her pussy and Beth rides her face to another orgasm." We twisted around and I slid deep inside "E". Beth started to face away from me as she straddled "E's" face, but I turned her to face me and I held her breast and one of "E's" as I pumped. Liz lay beside "E" and played with her unattended tit. When I came I pulled back and sprayed the outside of her pussy with my seed. Beth said, "Thank you, Pete" as she bent forward and licked up all the spunk I left behind.

We took a long hot shower, one at a time. Liz was being dried by me when she said, "I lost? How can that be? I had a great orgasm. I feel loved, tingly and I'm still having aftershocks!"

"Losing doesn't have to mean life sucks! This honestly wasn't a contest. I wanted the three of you to deepen the bond between you. Now, we need to go to sleep."

I slept in "E's" bed with "E". Elizabeth slept in the only real bed in the house. When my eyes opened at 6:15am "E" was standing in the doorway with coffee. She followed me into the bathroom and while I drank coffee she held my penis and directed my stream. Beth was next in line. She thanked me for lifting the seat and putting it back down. I had done neither. "E" did both.

Friday

"E" had made Chiliquilles for breakfast. Spicy, but not too. We ate, thanked "E" with words and kisses, dressed and headed for an uneventful day of work.

Friday night we stayed pretty quiet. I did some work at the computer. Beth, Liz and "E" did something in the kitchen. At about ten they came to my office door and sat on the floor quietly, waiting for me to notice them. When I did I ushered them inside and asked them to talk to me.

Beth got the look from "E" and Liz, so she spoke. "While we were at work today "E" watched a show on TV about fitness. People were using colorful mats to do exercises. She thought what a great idea for our playroom! We could get mats and everyone would think we use them for yoga, sit ups and things. And, we could all sleep together sometimes by sleeping on the mats."

"I like it!" I said. "Find out where we buy them and how much they cost. Find out what colors they come in, as well."

She produced three sheets of paper with all the information I wanted printed on the pages. I read the pages and looked up at three excited faces.

"Can one of you sew?" I asked.

"Not me, but Emily can." "E" said.

"Ok. Tomorrow morning we'll order four 4X8 pads, two inches thick. Order them in forest green. That will give us four inches of thickness. We'll need enough mattress covers to double cover the whole pad and be able to get it apart to wash the pieces. Sewn together flat sheets for the whole bed too."

"New pillows and blankets too?" Liz asked.

"Yes! Blankets in matching greens to everything else."

"E" said, "Brad and Emily are coming over around noon tomorrow."

"Good. Can you enroll her to sew for us as a gift or do I need to pay her?" 

"It can be their Christmas present to us." "E" said.

"Good. Now, what do we get them?"

"Emily has wanted Brad to take a vacation for three years. He makes excuses. She doesn't even care where they go. She just wants a few days away."

"There are three, four and seven day cruises that leave and return from Los Angeles harbor. We can give them a cruise for Christmas!" I said.

"E" said, "I tried to get my husband to go on one of those. He kept putting it off and we didn't ever go."

I said, "And, you aren't going on the same one as Brad and Emily either. It would dampen the reason for going if Mom went along." She nodded in reluctant agreement. It gave me an idea of what to give each of them as a Christmas gift.

It was after eleven. I let them do rock, paper, scissors to see who slept on the hide-a-bed. I got Beth. Liz and "E" seemed happy about what they shared as well.

Saturday Morning

Cooking got started. Things were ordered on the internet. The house got cleaned within an inch of my life and we stayed nude until almost eleven. Brad called and said they were leaving home. He requested we get dressed. We did.

The ladies even wore bras. The ones with holes so their nipples showed easily.

We gave Emily and Brad the tour and explained what we needed Emily to sew for us. Brad and I tended the grill and cooked the meats and some of the veggies. While we were out in the yard cooking we talked.

"You're sleeping with Emily's mom?"

"Sleeping and lots of other things." I nodded.

"There's something wrong with that!"

"Was there something wrong with her Dad sleeping with her Mom?"

"No. They were married."

"Are you sure? Maybe Emily started life in the back seat of a Buick. Would it matter?"

"No! It just feels weird, that's all."

"Would you rather she moved in with you? Cooked and cleaned and was there with you twenty-four-seven?"

He smiled and said, "You know, you're a great big brother. Always looking out for me. Thanks."

"If I'm so good, maybe you'd get me a diet Coke?"

"Ok if I get a beer while I get you a diet Coke?" I nodded. He went in the house. When he came back he said, "Whatever they were talking about, it stopped dead when I went in the house."

"Not to worry. They have no secrets from me."

"All women keep secrets. It's part of their training."

"Name one of my three."

"Liz." I called her name and in seconds she was beside me. 

"Liz, do you purposely keep secrets from me?"

"No, Pete. No secrets."

"So, if I asked what you four were talking about for the last fifteen minutes you'd tell me?"

"I would. I would remind you that Emily is not your wife and what was said was hers as well as ours. I would then tell you everything that was said, if you asked me to."

"Thank you, Liz. I knew you would. I will not ask at this time."

"May I bring you anything, Pete? Brad?"

"A platter please. The meat is within minutes of done and the veggies are done."

She rushed off and came back with two platters. She held one for the veggies and gave Brad the one for meat. The other women came out and readied the table loading it with drinks, salads, plates and things. December in Southern California. We had sweaters on, but we were having a BBQ, not shoveling snow.

As we sat around the table we talked. Emily said, "Pete, momma talked to me about the sewing job. At first I thought you were nuts. Momma explained it to me and I understand now. I think I can sew the mattress pads together so they can be thick enough to work well and still come apart easily for washing."

"Want me to give you money to get what you need or should one of us buy things?"

"I'll buy it and make it. Momma said we could count it as your Christmas gift."

"Ah yes, Christmas. It's been a long time since we had Christmas together. Let's."

"Be together on Christmas?" Brad asked.

"Yes, little brother. I'd like all of us together on Christmas morning. We can have a big breakfast, open presents, watch football, eat a big dinner and be in love together all day." I watched Elizabeth and "E" give away their excitement without saying anything. I saw Emily's face echo the desire for the family Christmas.

"Ok. We'll come. But if the stuff Emily is doing is your gift, there won't be any gifts to open."

"How about, the sewing is the big gift from you two to us. We'll get a big gift for the two of you and we each get gifts for each other... with a twenty-five dollar limit for each gift."

Emily said, "That's only five gifts for each of us to buy. Pretty easy."

"Ok." Brad said. 

"If you have friends or other family you want to invite, invite them too. Just let us know so we have enough food for everyone. I plan to invite some friends from work. I'll get them gifts, you don't know them, so you needn't buy them anything."

When they went home that evening Emily had a written plan for their gift for us and I had a plan for theirs. We all went to my computer and booked a four-day cruise to Mexico for any of the scheduled cruises leaving L.A. in February. They could pick the dates.

Sunday

We bought paint for the playroom, bathroom and trim. I bought a giant calendar and we started plotting our to-do lists onto a schedule of "when." At dinner I gave each of them a thousand dollars in cash. I said, "For the Christmas we share with Brad and Emily the twenty-five dollar limit applies. When they go home we'll hold another Christmas, for just us. Buy what you wish, wrap it and hide it away. On Christmas night after they are gone, we'll open the gifts. I want to invite Bob, Norma, Phil, Mike, Alison and Veronica to Christmas too. Even if they don't come, I'll get them gifts out of my thousand. You may invite anyone you feel moved to invite."

"E" said, "I haven't given you any money. My trial is up at the end of the year. I should give the money back to you."

I moved close to her, put my arms around her and softly asked, "Thinking about leaving?"

"Lord, No. I'm just aware that I'm not a full participant, yet."

"Perhaps the month was not necessary. Are you ready, willing and anxious to be my wife and sister to these two women?"

"Yes, Master. Ready, willing and anxious."

"Before you joined us I had talked about getting rings for Liz, Beth and me. I didn't do it. If you can be ready to go shopping after work tomorrow, we'll go. I know a place that will make matching rings for us. We will give you the rings and then set about changing your names so all of you are married to me. Are you in?"

Three voices said, "Yes Master" in unison.

I said, "Me too."

Monday

When dinner was over we looked over the construction progress and were presently surprised. They were finishing up inside and the concrete had been poured for the shower and covered patio outside. The plumbing and electrical had been inspected and signed off. We talked about what things to move from Elissa's condo and she asked if she could sign up for a class.

She wanted to improve her cooking skills. A specialty market near our home was sponsoring a three afternoon class on Asian cooking. We agreed that the class would be great for her and I gave her money to sign up. That opened a conversation with Elizabeth about computers. Both of their computers, one laptop and one desktop, had been purchased before Jerry died. They were old and needed replacement. I said I would speak to the techies at work and we'd take their advice about what to get. I wanted a list from them of what they needed the computers to do, programs they knew and needed, etc. 

They had the lists prepared and gave them to me. 

It was a good time for getting them new computers. Retail companies were slashing prices as Christmas neared and the end of the year tax advantages for them hung like a cloud in the air. Beth and I talked about gifts for our co-workers. Even though they were in couples we agreed that individual gifts would be best. We decided a hundred dollar gift from all of us to Alison's new baby's college fund would be appropriate.

Liz and "E" discussed gifts and possible invitations to people they knew; neighbors, co-workers of Liz, people "E" knew for many years, at church and that she had met socially.

We got together before bed and decided to have three gatherings; one for us, Brad and Emily on Christmas day, one for just us and one for all our friends, including Brad and Emily. As the nightly rituals were being done by my ladies, "E" asked Elizabeth, "When you were with Jerry, did he ask you what you wanted for Christmas?"

I could hear them talking even though I was down the hall.




2008 Ch. 09



Liz shook her head. Beth said, "He didn't ask. He told me that whatever he gave me I was to make it what I wanted. He helped me understand that Christmas isn't about indulging a wish list. It is an expression of Love. When Pete eats me I know he does it because he enjoys eating me. He knows I love it, too. He's saying he loves me. When he asks for a big salad for dinner he's taking care of us. When we exercise, he watches, because he cares. I don't care what he gives me for Christmas. I gives me what I want and need every day. He gives me his love and peace of mind."

"I'm still learning. On the surface it looks like three women and a man sharing a house and a bed."

"It's so much deeper than that. I so appreciate what you do for Pete, "E". You make his life so much easier. The need for him to care for all three of us, to micromanage the house, the cars, the money, everything would send me to the funny farm pretty quickly. But since he's turned the house over to you to manage he breathes easier." Beth said.

"He has the time and space to play with us more..." Liz said.

"To spend quiet time with each of us." Beth added. 

"I have no idea what to get him." Elissa said.

"Jerry never let us buy him gifts. He'd say, Cook something special. Make me laugh when I've had a tough day. Offer me a soda or a snack when you know I need to eat or drink something. Surprise me." Liz said.

When they met me in the bedroom I was sitting on the side of the bed, waiting for them. I stood and motioned for them to come to me. One at a time I kissed them, embraced them tenderly and kissed them again. When all three were kissed I said, "Rock, paper, scissors. Winner stays. I'm very tired."

Beth counted one – two – three and both "E" and Liz showed paper. Beth showed scissors. I got two kisses from papers and scissors crawled into bed with me. As Paper reached the door I said, "No presents get purchased for me." They hesitated at the door and I waved them out into the hallway.

Seconds later my arms wrapped Beth and I was asleep. 

Tuesday

At ten that morning "E" called. She gave a message to my secretary, since I was in a meeting. When I came out of the meeting she handed me three phone message forms. The first two were business related. The message from "E" read, "Mr. Martinez is done. Inspector signed off on everything. They will be cleaned up and gone by noon." 

I called her at home and found out that the mats would be delivered on Wednesday. Emily had called and had purchased the mattress pads, sheets and pillowcases. She was making meatloaf and things for dinner. I thanked her and went back to work.

During lunch Beth passed me a note. It read, "Trouble in Paradise. Need to talk." We left lunch early and she came to my office.

"Did you talk with "E" this morning?" She asked, when we were alone.

"Yes. She told me Martinez is done, Emily bought the mattress pads, sheets and things. Oh, she said we're having meatloaf tonight."

"That's all?"

"Veggies, salad and drinks too, I assume."

"She didn't say more about Emily and Brad?"

"No. Is there more?"

"Liz and I got emails from Emily. She is uncomfortable with us having a relationship with her Mom. After she bought the stuff she was confronted by her making a bed where all of us would sleep... and have sex."

"E" may not know Emily's upset."

"Maybe I should talk to Brad and then maybe to Emily."

"As you see best, Master." She had successfully handed the problem off to me. I agreed that was where it belonged. I told her we'd talk either later in the day or on the way home." I got a great kiss and Beth went back to work.

I called Brad and asked if we could meet and talk for a little while. He agreed and we met at Woody's. As he slid into his side of the booth he said, "I don't understand women."

"Welcome to the biggest men's club on the planet. What's up?"

"On the way home from your house Emily was very quiet. I let her be, gave her plenty of space to work things through." He looked at me and said, "Then, last evening she said, "I don't like it that your brother has taken advantage of Mom. I think it's sinful." Pete, she's never used the word sinful before."

I nodded and asked, "And then?"

"And then she asked me to tell you to have Momma move back to her condo and stop fucking my brother."

"Her Mom doesn't get to do whatever she wants as a fifty-something woman? Her Mom doesn't get to live her life, her way?"

"Easy, big brother. The stress is between Emily and you'all, not with me. I'm more jealous than anything else. I wish I was treated as well as you are."

"Are you willing to have Emily and another woman trust you with everything? Willing to attempt to satisfy their needs and have them understand the big difference between their wants and their needs?"

"Are all three hormonal?"

"Yes! And, I'm learning that Liz's hormones amplify Beth's, Beth's amplify Elissa's and so on in a wild circle. That's when being Master has some advantages. We've never had an argument. Sulking is almost impossible if you've given all the power to someone else."

"Emily won't come to Christmas the way things are now. Something has to change." Brad said.

Ok. That's her choice. Point out the possibilities of change that are available. She could lose her Mom over this. "E" could choose to stay with me rather than live alone again. Emily may invite "E" to live with the two of you."

"Oh Shit!"

"There's more. Emily could move out from you and get a condo for the two of them. She could be angry at me and take it out on you. After all, you are my brother."

"What can I do?"

"Challenge her. Ask her what's best for all of us. One at a time write down what will best serve each of us. Put your foot down. If you can mean it, offer to have "E" live with you, but only if you can have sex with her. Tell Emily you won't live with a woman you can't show affection with. Ask her what she would do if her Mom asked her to give up living with you."

"I get it. She's only looking at it from her vantage point, not yours, Elissa's or anyone elses."

"Then, wait a day and call me back."

"Wait a day?"

"Right! Give her time to process and talk to Elissa, you and whoever else she talks to. If you call me back too soon she may not have processed it enough to really know what she wants."

"Ok. I'll talk to you day after tomorrow. Wish me luck."

""I wish you luck, a miracle and more."

We ended the call.



2008 Ch. 10



I called "E" at home. The instant she answered I heard the stress and upset in her voice.

"Emily called you." I said, "Do not come apart. We are a family and as a family we can and will work this through."

"But she says she won't come to Christmas as long as you are taking advantage of me. She can and will come between Brad and all of us."

"You give her too much power. I have already started a plan to help her see the light. The most powerful force in the world is love. Remember how miserable she was when Brad was out of her life? She instantly leaned on you. How would she do if you weren't there and neither was Brad?"

"She'd totally fall apart!"

"She doesn't like seeing you so happy without her Daddy. She doesn't like the fact that you could love someone besides her Daddy. And, she hasn't faced that is what's going on. She just doesn't like what she sees. She drops a bomb in the machine and prays all it blows up is the love between you and Liz, Beth and me."

"She wants me back being her Momma, nothing else!"

"Are you willing to give us up to please her?"

"No." Her voice was flat. Not angry and not happy, flat.

"Are you willing to give up making dinner for us? Taking care of us and laughing with us?"

"No! And I'm not willing to give up calling you Master and having sex with our family, either!"

"When she sees her ultimatum is going to cost her her Momma and possibly her husband, she may rethink her position."

"Her husband?"

"Brad is going to talk with her about the options. You came to us because you wanted to be wanted, needed and to contribute. The options he'll talk about are how those things can still happen. We're pretty sure she will recommend you move in with them. He's going to say, "Fine, as long as she has sex with me two or three times a week. I'm not willing to live with a woman I can't have sex with." That gets her to face losing him to have you, if you'll leave us."

"My daughter didn't think this through very well."

"She's running on emotions only. She wants her Momma back. Momma moved into a loving relationship that doesn't focus on Emily. This is her tantrum."

There was a pause and then "E" said, "I love you, Pete. I'm Ok now."

"We love you, too. If the phone rings look at the caller ID. If it isn't Beth, Liz or me, let it ring. Our machine will answer. If she comes to the door, the door stays closed. If she wants to stand on the porch and talk to you go to our bedroom and turn on the stereo and stay in the bedroom."

"Yes, Master."

"This is a family problem. When you turned your life over to me all problems became my problems. Let me handle this."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

"And, be ready to have dinner as soon as we're all home. We have an appointment tonight."

"Yes, Master."

I hung up. I called Camelot Jewelers in the valley and asked Mike if he had four identical wedding rings. He asked if I meant wedding sets: an engagement ring, her wedding ring and his wedding ring. I answered, "I want three wedding bands, about size six, seven or maybe eight for three women and a wedding band size twelve for me."

He paused and asked, "White gold or yellow?"

"Do you have both?"

"I have three sets in yellow and one in white. You're sure you don't want engagement rings?"

"Yes."

"Ok. That's what I have."

"Can we come to the store this evening and see all four sets?"

"Yes, of course."

"How long will it take to size the three female rings? I know for a fact my finger is a twelve."

"If you come before six I can have all three ladies sized by eight-thirty. You can pick the rings you want, go to dinner nearby and when dinner is over, you all can wear the rings home."

"Perfect! My name is Pete. I'll ask for you when we arrive."

"I'll probably be able to spot you."

"Yeah, probably. Thanks."

I called "E" and said, "Cancel dinner at home. We need to be in the valley by six. We'll eat out there. Can the meatloaf save until tomorrow night?"

It could. I asked "E" to call Liz and have her come home promptly after work. I called Beth and asked her to meet me at the truck a few minutes early. She didn't ask why, she just agreed.

I left my office fifteen minutes early. Beth was standing beside the truck. A minute later we were on the road home. When I pulled into the driveway "E" and Liz were standing beside the driveway. I opened the back doors to the truck and helped them inside. Kissing is part of the help. We were home less than a minute and back on the road. All three talked about their day, but didn't mention Emily, Brad or where we were going. They let me drive without bothering me with questions about anything.

It was twenty before six when I stopped the truck in front of Camelot Jewelers. I opened their doors and helped them out of the truck. Beth and Liz each got out of the truck showing me their pussies. I ushered all of us inside. We were met by a tall, slender man in a silver-gray suit who said, "Pete?"

At my nod her led us to a corner of the store and four pre-set chairs around a semi-circular table. He sat on the flat side of the table. He put a display case on the table and opened it. Inside were four ring sets. Each set was a man's ring and a woman's ring.

I said, "For the moment, just look. Mike, please take a piece of paper and write down a price for each set, just the way I described them to you. Then give me the paper." I pointed to the sets one at a time. "This is set number one, two, three and four."

He got busy with paper, pen and a calculator. I knew he knew to the penny what the bottom line was for all four sets. The calculator was part of the show. The ladies had ignored him completely and were communication non-verbally as I waited for the paper.

Mike handed me the paper. I put it into my pocket without looking at it. I said, "Mike, I would appreciate it if you would stand far enough away that you cannot hear our conversation. I promise only one ring at a time will be touched and it will be replaced in the display before the next ring is touched."

He made the appropriate noises about trust and insurance policies and then he moved about fifteen feet away. Softly I asked, "You knew you had to agree. Which ring is it?"

"E" asked, "There are three of us. Only one ladies ring."

"He has two more of each one. They will be sized and on your fingers by eight-forty-five tonight. Which one?"

Beth said, "He gave you prices. We're worried we may pick the most expensive one."

"Do you want rings?" I lowered my voice. The implication was evident. Beth pointed at number two. I picked up the smaller ring of set number two. It fit on Beth's hand. I moved it to Liz's hand and it fit there too. "E" held out her hand and it was shaking. Liz and Beth helped by holding her hand steady as I slid the ring on her finger. It fit.

I motioned to Mike. "Number two."

He came closer and said, "I saw that the seven fit each hand. Ladies was that ring the size you want?"

They all nodded. He said, "Then, if you'll give me a minute, you can have the rings now. They're all the same size." He left us and went to the far side of the store. Beth picked up the size twelve ring and held it out to me. I reached for it with my right hand and she pulled it back.

"If you want to put it on yourself, we will not stop you but... I think we would be honored to put it on you."

I nodded and held my left hand out. Beth held the ring and Liz and Elissa held her hand as the ring slid onto my finger. I kissed each of them and whispered, "Thank you." 

Mike came back. I took the rings from him and placed one on Liz and the last one on Beth. We kissed again. I handed Mike a credit card. He smiled wide and dashed to the cash register. When he came back I said, "Thank you so much. I know this is a bit unusual and I appreciate you being so helpful." We were watched by most of the staff as we walked out to the truck and drove to P.F. Chang's for dinner. After dinner was ordered I said, "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on in your heads."

Beth started, "You bought all of us rings. Even in the face of Emily starting a fire. We don't understand."

"At this moment Emily may believe I am taking advantage of "E". Seeing a ring on her finger, your finger and Liz's finger as well as on my finger adds weight to the commitment being stated. It also says the commitment is there between each of us. I can ask you, Beth, who are you married to?"

"To you... and to Liz and Elissa."

"Liz, who are you married to?"

"To you, Master and to Beth and Elissa."

"Elissa, who are you married to?"

Tears streamed down her face and she said, "To you, Master and to Liz and to Beth."

"When Emily tries to talk some sense into you I want you to see and feel the ring on your finger and know I wear it too. Know your sisters wear it, too. We are a family. We don't look like the family on "Leave it to Beaver" but we are a family."

Liz asked, "Were the rings expensive?"

"The rings are worth more to me than money. In some relationships like ours the women wear collars. You don't. That may change. You wear rings and soon each of you will be Elizabeth Peterson. Your emotional, spiritual and physical support is centered here at this table and in our home. Hold tight to it and give it freely to each other. If it helps, hold hands as you walk together, touch each other. I will touch each of you often. Sometimes I may even leave a bruise." They smiled.

Dinner arrived and we started eating. Each of us had an entre' and after a few minutes I said, "Pass your plate one person to your left." We each got a new entre'. We switched enough that everyone got some of all the dinners. I paid the bill and we headed back home.

We threw pillows and blankets on the living room floor that night. It was where we could all sleep together. There was plenty of touching, kissing and play but not one orgasm. Sleeping with all three is like sleeping in a game of musical chairs. Liz was close to me on my left side. She woke up needing a trip to the bathroom. When she came back "E" had taken that spot. When Beth got up to pee, Liz moved into her spot. I held on until morning. I didn't want to lose my spot. Then I realized, I could get up, go and when I came back they would give me whatever spot I wanted. Life is good.

In the morning we all got up together. Together, we went into the new bathroom and used the new shower together for the first time. It took lots of water and laughter to get us all clean. I washed each of them and they washed me. The shower was a success.

Liz went with "E" to the kitchen to make breakfast. She could go to work a little later than Beth and I. We dressed. I noticed Beth looking at her finger often.

During breakfast I noticed each of my wives looked at her ring often.

Brad called me at ten. He said, "That was a terrible evening, brother."

"Terrible because?"

"Because she's irrational! I couldn't get through to her. I told her about the options and when I said Momma could move in with us she was excited. When I added the part about having sex with her she exploded. I slept on the couch last night."

"Brad, are you going to live on the couch from now on?"

"God, I hope not."

"Last night she moved to the bedroom first. She's doing it to assert her power over you. She wants you to move Momma in and have everything her way. If you lose this battle, you lose the war."

"I see that. What do I do?"

"At about one, call her. Ask for something special for dinner, something she knows you like. After she agrees and just before you hang up tell her that you're sleeping in your bed tonight. She can either sleep with you or on the couch, but you'll be in the bed."

"I'm taking back my power!"

"Then, this evening don't say anything about Momma or the fight the two of you had. If dinner is good, compliment her on it. Go to bed earlier than normal. Tell her you didn't sleep well last night."

"I've got it!"

"Set the alarm for half an hour earlier than normal. If she doesn't sleep with you, then in the morning ask her why. Do not argue with her. If she wants feedback about what she tells you, tell her you want to think about your options and leave for work."

"She won't like it. She'll be pissed."

"Are you pissed?"

"Yes!"

"It's obvious that you being pissed is Ok with her. She may be counting on you trying to avoid pissing her off so she can get you to cave in."

"I'll call you in the morning."

"I'll be thinking of you all evening."

For the rest of the morning I handled phone calls from vendors, clients, friends and bosses. Just before I was about to head out for lunch my phone rang. I looked at the ID and was surprised to see the number was Brad's home number. It had to be Emily. 

"Good Morning, Emily." I said, cheerfully.

"Is it?" She asked. "Brad and I had a fight last night and I think you were behind it!"

"For the purpose of this call, let's assume you're correct. What would be your purpose in calling me?"

"I want my Momma back!"

"Is she being held prisoner somewhere?"

"Yes! By you! And quit being a smart ass!"

"I leave her at home every morning with car keys, credit cards and cash. She has clothes to wear. How is she a prisoner?"

"I don't know! What I know is she's not my Momma any more. She's living with you and dishonoring my father in the process!"

"How?"

"She's living in sin with you and Liz and Beth. You asked me to help make a bed so you can all sleep and fuck together! God doesn't like it!"

"Plenty of men in the Bible lived with and slept with more than one wife. Some of those men were prophets. It isn't God who's pissed, it's you. Can't you find a way to be Ok with your Mom being happy with us?"

"You turned her into a lesbian!"

"If she were a lesbian, would she be having sex with me?"

"I don't know what to call it, but she's having sex with women!"

"It's called bi-sexual. It's called being loved and loving. And I didn't convince her to do anything she didn't already want to do."

"She never kissed women before!"

"You haven't known her all her life. Maybe before you were born she loved women and loved your Dad. Have you ever asked her about her sexual past?"

"No."

"You created an image for your Momma and never bothered to see if the image was your Momma. You opened this can of worms. You are also the only one who can get the lid back on the can. I love your Elissa. Beth and Liz love your Elissa. She has made a commitment to each of us for the rest of her life. Your Momma, Elissa, loves you and she loves Brad. If you make her choose between you and all the people who love her, I think you'll lose. I think a better choice would be to be happy that she is so loved and loves you, too."

She sobbed and the line went dead. Beth sat beside me at lunch. None of the men at the table noticed the rings. Alison had been at the table long enough to take one bite when she said, "Oh my God! You got married!"

Beth blushed and held out her hand to Alison who gushed all over both of us. When she calmed down Phil asked, "Why weren't we invited to the wedding?"

I answered, "Some ceremonies are intended for the public. People put notices in the newspaper and invite hundreds of people to come and watch. Society is not ready for us to be married. Beth wears her ring as a symbol of us being family. We can call it a domestic union, a marriage or something else. Whatever we call it, it's a family."

In a low voice Alison asked, "Is Liz wearing a ring too?"

I said, "Liz and Elissa both wear identical rings to the one on Beth's finger. We are a family."

Phil said, "Bravest man I've ever known."

Alison asked, "So, are there plans for babies in your family?"

Beth put her hand on my arm and I nodded. She said, "Liz and I had our tubes tied many years ago. "E" is in menopause. There will be no babies in our home."

My hand topped Beth's and I said, "However, we would love to be uncle and aunts to some wonderful children. Surrogate grandparents is also a possibility."

Beth squeezed my arm. She couldn't have said it, but she was happy I did.

"I think Mike and I would be thrilled to be related to you all in that way." Alison said.

Lunch ended and I walked Beth back to her spot in the building. She said, "Thank you. You gave me, us, another gift."

"I love you. My aim is for your life to be full, of love, contribution and loving. Giving to Alison and Mike's kid will be good for all of us."

We were at her office door. She asked, "May I call Liz and "E"?"

I nodded and walked on to my office.

At almost two my phone rang. ID said it was Brad. I answered.

"Damn! I don't think she's done anything but cry today." He said.

"What did she do when you asked for dinner?"

"She said she'd make it. When I told her I was sleeping in the bedroom tonight she said she couldn't sleep on the couch. I saw she was bating me to give her the bed, by herself. So, I told her she could sleep with me. I said I liked having her in bed with me. She said she was still upset about what I said about her Momma."

"And?"

"I said she was welcome to sleep wherever she wanted and I was sleeping in the bed. She accused me of not loving her! I said, "If you believe I don't love you then move out. You shouldn't live with a man who you believe doesn't love you."

"Damn! What was her reaction to that?"

"I don't know. My other phone rang. I said I had to take that call and I ended the call with Emily."

"Are you gonna call her back?" I asked.

"Nope. Let her spend some time thinking about her choices. She can call anyone she wants to work through her thinking. I'll be home at my usual time."

"You're doing well. Hang in there, Brad. Call me anytime you need to. You can call anyone in the family."

"Thanks."

The rest of the afternoon was all business. At five minutes to five my phone rang and the ID said "INTERNAL". The call was from inside the company. I answered professionally.

Beth giggled and responded, "It is five minutes until five o'clock. Quitting time. This time announcement was brought to you by three pussies at your mercy in our new play room... hopefully tonight." The line went dead.

For the first time in our lives we had a dedicated exercise and play room. I could experiment with water! My mind wandered as I walked out to the truck. I was halfway home before I said anything to Beth.

I said, "I think it may be wise to go easy on dinner tonight."

She looked down and said, "As you wish, Master."

As soon as we were home and in the house "E" looked at me and asked, "When would you like dinner, Master?"

"In half an hour. Until then I will be in the playroom, do not interrupt me unless it's an emergency. Half an hour from now knock on the door. All three of you will be freshly showered, shaved and nude."

"E" said, "As you wish, Master."

I left "E" and Liz in the kitchen and went to the playroom. On the way, I got the toy box and dragged it into the playroom. For the half hour I made the playroom ready for our first playtime together. That included three trips to the garage.

A single loud knock came on the playroom door. I was ready. I was nude. The room was ready. Before I opened the door I shut all the lights off in the playroom. Then I said, "Face away from the playroom door."

I opened the door, stepped out, slapped three beautiful asses and closed the door. "What is for dinner tonight, Sweethearts?"

"A tostada salad, Master. Light, filling and healthy. The meat is turkey." "E" said.

We sat and ate. I asked Beth to tell about the lunch conversation. Liz told about two of her co-workers noticing her ring and asking questions. She said that having to answer their questions forced her to think even more about our family and what the ring she had on means to her.

I turned to "E" and asked, "What about your day, Love?"




2008 Ch. 10



The phone rang six times today. Once it was Liz. Once it was Beth and the other four were Emily. I didn't answer Emily's calls. I listened to them on the machine, but I didn't answer."

"And?" I asked.

"She wants to talk to me. In the last call she said she had some questions for me."

"If you call her, do you want us close at hand for support?"

She nodded and said, "If you all could be touching me, holding me while I talk to her, it would help."

"After dinner I'll sit in my chair, you'll be in my lap with Beth on one side and Liz on the other. We'll put the phone on speaker. We can do this. We are a family, created in love."

After dinner that was exactly what we did.

The phone at Brad and Emily's home rang four times before Brad answered. I said, "Brad, Elissa wants to return Emily's calls from today. Is this a good time?"

"About as good as it's likely to get. I'll call her."

A few seconds passed and Emily came on the line. "Momma, I tried to call you!" Her tone gave away that she had been crying and she was angry, accusing and hurt.

"I know you did. I listened to your messages. In the last message you said you had questions you needed to ask me. Ok, ask." Elissa held her voice neutral and calm.

"This is so hard. I don't want to ask, but I need to know: have you ever made love with a woman before you met Liz and Beth?"

"E" didn't hesitate, "Yes."

"Did Daddy know about it?"

"One of the women I loved was his sister. He was in the bed with us. After you were born we stopped a lot of our play, and became more secretive about all our play."

"But, we went to church!"

"Remember Reverend Newman and his wife, Patti? They were our lovers. We didn't see a conflict between believing in God and loving each other."

"Oh."

"You have been really upset now for days. Are those the only questions you have for me?" She squeezed Beth's hand and Liz held her naked breast.

"No. Isn't it disrespecting Daddy's memory for you to be fucking Pete?"

"No. Your daddy and I talked about after. He knew he was dying and he wanted me to go on loving. He pointed me towards a couple of me and at Reverend Newman and his wife. I think he'd be pleased at how I'm loved."

"Oh."

"More?" "E" asked.

"What if Brad wants to love someone else, like Pete does?"

"He already does. He doesn't express it to them because he has an agreement with you. He agreed to monogamy so he could fully love you. It's an unnatural thing for men. As unnatural as asking a woman who just gave birth to triplets to only love one of them. He works hard every day to express his love fully with just you."

"Are you just saying that?"

"No. Pete loves all three of us. I'm also sure he loves you and his brother too. He loves Alison at work and his secretary too. Loving all of us is good for each of us."

There was a long pause. Finally Emily said, "I have to get off the phone. I have a lot of thinking to do."

"Loving Brad, appreciating Brad are much more important than just about anything right now."

"Yes, Momma."

"Emily, we all love you. Want some advice?"

"I think so, yes."

"Take off your clothes and express you love and appreciation for Brad. Call me tomorrow. I'll answer." She didn't wait for a response, she jut hit the button and ended the call.

"I think that went well." I said. "Now, get to the playroom!" They squealed and flew from the room.

Inside the room I stopped them at the first set of shelves. I picked up three ball gags and gave them to them. Each gagged their sister. I moved them farter into the room and they found a basket filled with multi-colored clothespins.

"This is a challenge and a learning experience. Each color denotes a different strength pin. Any pin you pick must be used. "E" pick a pin, please."

She picked a yellow one. I said, "You can attach it to either Liz or Beth or you can hand it to me and I will attach it to you."

She thought about it for a few seconds and handed the pin to me. I pinched it open and pinched the soft flesh of her areola, attaching the pin there. I slowly released it. Her body shuddered and she said, "Thank you, Master." Her eyes filled with tears that did not fall.

"Beth." I said. She picked green and handed it to me, without hesitation.

As I had with "E" I attached the pin on her areola. She had tears flow and panic showed on her face. I knew the green to be the strongest of the five colors.

I looked at Liz and said her name. She picked black. The weakest color. I attached it to her areola and she hardly reacted at all.

I was back to "E". She picked black. She had paid attention to Liz's reaction. I pinned black to the same areola. She winced but nothing more. We continued the game until each of them had all five colors on each breast. I went to the stereo and got music ready. I said, "When the music comes on you will dance. I will stop the music when a pin comes off. Whatever color that pin is will be removed from each of you." I turned on an old recording of the Pointer Sisters singing "Jump!"

It took five jumps before the first pin came loose. It was blue and came from Beth's right breast. I said, "Beth, remove all the blue pins and put them in the basket."

She reached for a blue one on Liz and removed it suddenly. Liz moaned. The second one she removed slowly. Liz moaned again. She removed both blues from "E" at the same time, and slowly." The blood rushing back into her sensitive tissues got "E" to moan and bend forward.

I touched the stereo button and the music resumed. Four more jumps and a black flew from "E". The torture continued until a green finally came off. It came off "E". I picked it up and had her come stand in front of me. I helped her spread her legs and I reapplied the pin to her pussy lip. I reached up and unpinned the other green from her breast, attaching it to her other pussy lip. She had to remove the other green pins and reattach them to her sisters.

I said, "I'm very proud of you. Now, please lie on your backs, legs up and spread."

I uncoiled the hose from the sink and turned on the water. I regulated the temperature and the directed the flow directly against Beth's open cunt. The stream landed directly on and around her clitoris, from about six feet away.

The longer I left it in place the more obvious her arousal. When she asked if she could cum, I moved to "E". I aimed at her clit but used my thumb to vary the stream and I noticed her arousal progressed more quickly.

When she asked to cum I moved to Liz and said, "Cum if you can." The water sprayed and she held her legs open wide. I moved closer and the stream pushed against her clit.

"Beth, "E" suck on her tits! Suck hard!" They did. Her back arched and she screamed taken by her orgasm. "Release her." I said and they did. I directed the stream towards the drain and waited for her to calm down. When she said, "Thank you Master. That was incredible." I told her to start sucking on Beth's tits.

"E" looked at me, waiting for her instructions. Beth was on her back, legs spread, water directed against her open cunt. I said, "Straddle Beth. Put your cunt just above hers. Pinch her other tit and cum as soon as you can."

Their pubic bones touched. "E" pinched the tit Liz wasn't sucking on. Pinched, twisted and pulled. I moved closer, aiming the hose from beside them and down. I could see both women starting to shake.

"Liz, go to the sink, please." She broke the lip lock on Beth's tit and ran to the sink.

I kept flicking the stream between their cunts. Beth's back arched. I knew it was time.

"Shut off the hot water." I said. Three seconds later the stream of cold water struck Beth's cunt and splashed up to "E". They both screamed and thrashed in orgasm and shock. 

I moved the stream away and said, "Shut off the water, please." Liz shut it off.

I gathered dry towels and wrapped all three in them. When they had calmed I had them sit together on our bed in the bedroom and I left the room, having given them the instruction to discuss their adventure in the new playroom.

I listened from my office. 

"I love the new playroom!" Liz said.

"Me too!" "E" added, "I missed the cold water. It looked so powerful when you both came like that."

"My pussy exploded! I was so focused on my orgasm I didn't hear him tell you to shut off the hot water! The cold hit and it was like electricity! I think I passed out for a second." Beth said. Beth and "E" were still not totally calmed down. I could hear their breathing and knew they were still hot, still wet.

As they sat on the bed I came back into the bedroom with lotion. I massaged their feet and legs up to their knees. They relaxed and Beth fell asleep. One at a time I folded them into bed, covered them and shut off the lights. I slept on the couch, alone for the first time in memory.

I heard from Brad every day. Emily was fucking his brains out every night, cooking his favorite foods and telling him she loved him three or four times a day. She stopped mentioning Momma.

December kept getting older, day-by-day. On the twentieth I called Brad at work and opened the conversation with, "I have the big gift we got for the two of you for Christmas. When I wrap it, do I put to Brad and Emily on the package or to Brad and get something else for Emily?"

"We may not be married next week. I hope what you got is something I can use without her." He sounded pissed. Very pissed.

"Whoa! Aren't you getting your brains screwed out? Isn't Emily being the perfect little wife?"

"It was a trick! Last night she sucked me off when we went to bed. She said it was because her period started. Then, after she swallowed she said, "I want you to help me get Momma back."

"Damn! I almost thought she had given up on that."

"She has a plan. She wants me to help her get her Momma over to our house without the three of you. She's convinced she can undo what you've done to her."

"Thanks for the heads up. I have a plan too, I just thought of it. I'll have "E" call Emily and invite herself to dinner, tonight. It will be an interesting evening for Emily and even more interesting for you. Emily still believes her Mom is the fantasy Mom she used to have. That ends tonight."

"What should I do?"

"E" is going to tell her the truth. Your role is to believe her, accept her and love her no matter what her past. If she cries, get her some tissues. If her story touches you, let it."

"This is going to help?"

"This needs to come to resolution, one way or another. Yes?"

"Yes! I can't keep living on this rollercoaster."

"Then, yes, this will help. And, if she chooses the marriage is over, she leaves, not you. You've paid all the bills, if she wants out she finds the door."

"She has no where to go."

"She's been doing everything she knows you like, but not because she loves you. She's done it all to manipulate you. I know that. You know that. When it hits her in the face, maybe she'll start appreciating the husband she has, the family she has and the love she's offered. "

"God, I hope so. I don't want to lose her."

"She's at a crossroads. Her car. She's behind the wheel. You can stand on the curb and call out instructions forever, but only she can choose the road she travels."

"Ok. I'll get a flak vest and go home for dinner."

I called "E", described the conversation with Brad and asked her to call Emily and invite herself to dinner. "Tell her you want to spend some time with her and Brad. Tell her things still feel uncomfortable between you and her. Ask if you can come for dinner, even cook if she wants. Offer to make something you know she likes."

"What do I do when I get there?"

"You be gracious and loving. Walk through the door and hug both of them. Help with dinner; compliment whatever can be complimented, honestly. And, after dinner tell Emily about your romantic life history. How you met and bedded her Dad, the parties, the sexual friendships, the experiments and how they helped the two of you to deepen your love. Tell her about the decisions the two of you made about how to raise her, what sacrifices you made for her. Explain what you needed and weren't getting living in a condo alone."

"And then tell her what I found here? Tell my own daughter about finding the love I crave, here with the three of you?"

"Yes, but do not tell her about craving pain. The pain is the most private part of this relationship. I'm not ashamed of it; I'm honored by the trust. Learning of the need for pain may explode any possibility of the family coming together. It may scare her so far away we all lose her."

"The pain is frosting. I'll describe the cake, Master."

"Call me back after you talk to her. I'll take care of dinner at our house."

"Pizza, again?" She laughed. I couldn't remember the last time we'd eaten pizza.

"Call me." I hung up.

Half an hour later she called back. Dinner was set. Emily wanted her to help make something special so wanted her to come over at about four. She agreed. Ten more minutes and Brad called.

"Emily called me and thanked me for doing whatever I did to help get her Momma over for dinner. I told her I didn't do anything. I didn't even speak to her Momma."

"Just remember, no matter what you hear, you love and accept Elissa."

"I don't think there's anything she could say that would stop me from loving her. She's a really great lady and it's hurt to see her as sad as she was after her husband died."

"Hold that thought." My other line rang. I ended the call with Brad and took a business call.

At five Beth and I drove home. When we pulled into the driveway I honked and Liz came out the back door. From the window I said, "Get shoes, we're going to dinner, Honey."

She dashed back inside and carried her shoes to the truck. I got out, helped her inside and we left home, headed for a nice restaurant. The Cheesecake Factory had tables overlooking the marina and even though it was just a few days before Christmas it was warm outside. We ate outside. Their radiant heaters did a good job and nether Liz or Beth were cold. I explained where "E" was and why.

Twice during our meal I reassured them that all would be well. Elissa had been dancing with Emily all her life. I trusted her completely.

It was almost eight when we got home. Elissa's car was absent. We discovered the pads had been delivered and Elissa had unwrapped them and put them on the floor of the playroom. We checked them out and the three of us stretched out on them, discovering they were actually quite comfortable. I would have recommended we sleep on them, except we didn't have the mattress covers, sheets or blankets yet.

We played a little on the pads. Affection, fondling, kisses and gentle stimulation were the plan. I loved watching them sixty-nine next to me and I loved adding little touches, kisses and other stimulation to their loving. When they had both cum twice I snuggled them and we talked a little more.

On impulse I asked, "How often do you shave?"

Liz answered, "I almost never shave my own pussy. Pits and legs I do every day. Beth shaves my pussy, usually every other day."

Beth said, "That's true for me, too. I like shaving her pussy. I like how it looks when I get it all smooth." She paused and added, "I like how she smells, too."

"You don't cum when you do it, do you?"

"No, Master. We only cum when you say to." Liz answered.

"Ok. Have you finished Christmas shopping?" I asked.

"Yes, Master." They answered as if they had one voice.

"You may not be able to give Emily her gifts. She may be leaving the family. "E" is telling her about her sexual history tonight. The illusion she had about Momma being a saint is being dealt a fatal blow, I'm afraid."

"What shall we do when Elissa gets home?"

"Be prepared to hold her, love her, care for her. If Emily rejects her Momma, Elissa will be devastated. She'll need all our love just to hold herself together."

At that moment I heard a car door close. I said, "Elissa's home." We got up and met her in the kitchen. One look and we saw she had been crying. When she saw us she sobbed and we enfolded her in our arms. We got her undressed and from the kitchen to the bed accompanied with kisses and loving touches. When she lay on the bed she spread her legs and non-verbally invited me between them. Beth lie on her right side, Liz on her left with me between her legs.

"Elissa, you don't need to speak, unless you need to. We love you and we're here for you." I said. I kissed her lips, softly.

Beth kissed her breast. Liz kissed her other breast. Our hands held her. She cried for a while and finally we felt her relax.

She spoke softly, "Emily was manipulating me from the moment I arrived. I know she knows how to make that dinner, but she kept asking for help, guidance along the way. It was like she was twelve again, asking Momma to teach her. When Brad came home she almost ignored him. He helped set the table, carried the big platter to the table and never got a thank you or even a hello kiss from Emily."

She paused. We stayed quiet.

"When we finished eating I said, "I came here because there are misconceptions you have that need to be corrected." She wanted to stop me. She told me she didn't care about the past, she wanted me back in her life and was willing to do anything to get me back.

I asked if that meant she was willing to accept I was a slut. She said I couldn't be a slut. I asked, do you think I was a virgin when I married your Daddy?" She said yes. I laughed. I told her about the first time I had sex, when I was fourteen. I told her how I practiced on my cousin so I'd be good at sucking cock. I admitted to her that I let Tom Culver have my ass on his sixteenth birthday. I went through my whole history with her!"

She paused again, sobbed a few times and continued, "I told her about the great life her daddy and I had and that monogamy wasn't part of it. I told her how alone I felt when he died, how I thought about dying, too. She told me I was never alone, she was always there." Another pause.

"I told her what I craved was a man fucking me the way only a man who loves you can fuck. I told her how I had dated a couple of me after her Daddy died, looking for that physical love and they didn't give it to me. I told her I also craved the touch of a woman, a woman who loves me. I told her about the disasters I'd had looking for a woman who would love me." She took a deep breath and said, "Then I told her about meeting the three of you and how easily I slipped into feeling and knowing I was already loved, accepted and needed. Emily cried, sobbed and completely broke down. I held her. Brad held her and we let her cry. After a while she said, "Momma, I think you should go."

She cried and we comforted her. She cried herself to sleep. Beth, Liz and I cried too. Her daughter had rejected Elissa. She had told her the truth and given up all the sexual secrets of her life only to be rejected. I felt helpless. I had her bare herself and now she was devastated.

I fell asleep on top of Elissa. When I woke it was completely dark in our bedroom. It wasn't morning. Then I knew why I woke up. Someone was knocking on our door!

As quickly as I could I grabbed a robe and headed for the door. I flipped on the porch light and saw Emily standing on the porch. Her hair was a mess, her eyes swollen and she was wearing a robe. I opened the door. "Come in." I said.

"I have to apologize!" She said as she walked passed me. I saw the clock. It read 1:22am. She headed for our bedroom. I realized all three women were in the bed, naked and probably at least partially uncovered. I raced after her, but too late.

She rushed into the bedroom and landed on the bed, waking all three women. Fortunately she hadn't turned on the bedroom light. She said, "Momma, I'm so sorry! I didn't know! I wanted you to be the Momma I had when I was little and even when I was little you weren't her. You were, you are, a real woman. Please forgive me." She looked and even in the dim light saw her Momma in bed naked with two other naked women. She said, "Beth, Liz I apologize to you, too. I made you bad, nasty women who wanted to corrupt my Momma! You're loving gentle women. Please, forgive me." All four women hugged and cried together. Whispered and spoken words of loving, acceptance and joy were said. I went back out to the living room, intending to shut the front door when I saw Brad sitting in the car.




2008 Ch. 10



I flashed the porch light and he responded by getting out of his car and coming in.

As he entered I shut off the porch light. "Little brother, I hope I don't look as bad as we both feel."

"How are things here?" He asked.

"Go take a look." I pointed him toward the bedroom. He came back a minute later. 

"Well?" I asked.

"Emily's robe and nightgown are scattered on the floor. The four of them are snuggled together and sound asleep."

"If you want a blanket I'll get you one and you can have the couch. I'll sleep on my recliner."

Two minutes later we were asleep.

When my alarm sounded, I was in the living room. I didn't hear it. Brad didn't hear it. A few minutes later I was awakened with a kiss. I opened my eyes and Beth backed up a bit, holding a cup of coffee for me. She had on a t-shirt. I saw Emily standing by the couch in her nightgown and robe waking Brad with a cup of coffee. Liz, Beth and I went into our shower while Emily and Elissa made breakfast. When we were dressed we joined them at the table.

Emily apologized to Brad and to me. She said she needed to get home pretty soon; she had lots of sewing to do. She said she understood why we sleep together, and wanted us to have a great big bed as soon as she could get the sewing done.

Brad and I did the dishes. Elissa showed Emily the pads and they talked and hugged like the crisis had never happened.

Brad said, "That was close!"

"How so?"

"She was angry when Momma left. Angry at me, at Momma and well, all of us. I went into our bedroom and got my suitcase. She thought I went to bed and came into the bedroom saying she wanted the bedroom. I said she could have it for one more night. I was leaving for the night and filing for divorce in the morning. I yelled at her that if she could reject a woman who gave up so much to be a great Mom to her, then I couldn't live with her. She stood there and watched me toss a day's clothes in a bag and she watched as I brushed past her headed for the door."

"You didn't make it to the door."

"Nope! She finally got it!"

"Elissa came home devastated. Wait! She was home before eleven. You didn't get here until after one!"

"She wanted to apologize." He blushed. I smiled. I'd have bet the apology would be repeated. Beth and I made it to work with two minutes to spare. I was dog-tired, felt like a truck was parked on my gut and needed a nap at lunchtime. Instead we had lunch. I bought food and barely touched any of it. 

Usually I walk Beth back to her work area after lunch. She walked me back to my office and told my secretary I'd stayed up most of the night with a family crisis. She took me into my office, closed the door and spent a few minutes being tender with me. She kicked off her shoes and sat in my lap. I almost went to sleep with her in my lap.

Two minutes after she left my phone rang. Ken Barnham in the warehouse had a crisis and the afternoon disappeared in solving the problems. I met Beth at the truck at a quarter after five and handed her the keys. She drove and I napped. 

When we got home she went inside and Liz came out to help get me inside the house. They got me into bed and I slept. Somehow I caught something and spent the next two days in bed with the flu. Any man who gets the flu or has ever had the flu should have my three angels to care for him. I got better care than I would have received in the ICU of the best hospital in L.A. I was back on my feet on the twenty-third of December. Liz and Elissa had used my truck and brought home a tree. Emily and Brad came over and helped as I supervised the set up and it looked great when they were done. Actually, my supervision was to rest in my recliner and make suggestions. They took every suggestion.

The house was clean and ready for Christmas with family and friends. Emily delivered the bedding and they made the big bed. Brad and I talked on the phone every day. Our friends were still coming and all the things I had ordered via the Internet were delivered. 

On the twenty-forth I wrapped presents. As I remembered from our childhood I wrapped presents so that the contents were disguised. I had found a watch for Mike and I wrapped it in a cheap cardboard guitar case. I wrapped the case in green Santa paper. I bought skirts for all three ladies from Pendleton. They were wrapped in three-inch diameter tubes with a piece of rebar inside to give them weight. The cruise tickets for Brad and Emily I taped to the bottom of a model ship, inside a huge box with three pounds of peanuts in the shell for padding. The cruise tickets for Elissa and I, a week long cruise to the Mexican Riviera for March, were taped to a smaller model boat, taped to a 2X6 board in a box two feet long. The cruise tickets for Liz were inside a model cabin I got on EBAY. Beth's tickets were for a train trip in the Canadian Rockies. They hid inside a box that originally held an Easter egg coloring kit.

I had already wrapped and stashed three computers. They were inside suitcases. Inside the cases of the computers were gift cards for buying clothes for their trips. I was ready. Each of our friends got gifts designed specifically for them. Alison got a gift card for a professional massage. Phil got a CD filled with computer games. Bob got a gift card to buy music CD's or movies. Veronica got a book on vegetable gardening. I knew she could get her husband to eat his veggies since Beth taught her how.

Some presents went under the tree Christmas Eve. Some I kept hidden for our private celebration. Our private celebration had expanded. Brad and Emily were invited. We gave them our bedroom for Christmas Eve night. We slept in the playroom.

"E" was up before dawn, and in the kitchen. She made French toast, pancakes, ham, sausage and chiliquilles. She made enough that when our friends arrived she convinced them to eat, or "I'll just have to throw it away."

Phil did himself proud and I realized I needed to buy him a bib for his birthday. He must have eaten almost two thousand calories for breakfast.

I set the parameters for the opening of presents. I said, "Each person selects a present that is neither for you or from you. In turn we will deliver our presents to the person whose name is on the tag. Our guests go first. Alison, pick, please."

She picked a present for Mike, the one that looked like a guitar. She read the tag, "To Mike from Santa." He said, "I don't need to open it. It's a guitar." Then he held the present and realized it was the wrong weight. He said, "Whoa! There's something wrong. This is too light." 

He ripped the paper off and opened the guitar case. He smiled and immediately took off the cheap watch he had worn every day since I met him. He put the new watch on and said, "Thanks, Santa." He looked at me.

I shook my head. I think he believed me for maybe a minute. I said, "Ok, Mike you choose."

He picked up a box wrapped in shiny foil. She read, "To Phil From Veronica."

Phil opened a new wallet and key pouch. Inside the wallet were pictures of Phil and Veronica and two hundred cash. When he pulled the cash out he found a condom. Veronica blushed and Phil laughed and blushed too.

Phil picked up a tube almost two feet long and read, "To Elissa from Pete." He delivered it to Elissa. She looked at me, I nodded and she kissed him and said, "Thank you." 

He said, "You're welcome, but the present is from Pete." 

She nodded and said, "You delivered." She opened the end of the tube and pulled out a tissue wrapped wool skirt.

Her eyes showed tears and she said, "It's a Pendleton. My first. The thank you for this is bigger than a kiss."

I said, "Give me the kiss anyway, please." She did, however, she held back a little.

All the smaller gifts were dispensed and the paper all cleaned up by about noon. In my office were a few more boxes. Alison knew there were more presents and wanted to know what they were. She came over by my chair and said, loudly enough it was not a secret, "Why not let us all see what you bought for Brad, Emily and your wives?"

"We set a limit on what the gifts we gave could cost. For my family I ignored the limit."

All our friends applied pressure, even Emily and Brad. I surrendered. I asked that the wrapped presents from my office closet be brought in. They were piled near me. Then packages from "E", Liz and Beth arrived.

I said, "Since Elizabeth knows what is in the biggest box, let's start with it." Liz and Beth gave it to Elissa. Emily was next to Brad and asked if he knew what was in the box. He said, "No."

Elissa was crying as she opened it. The lid came off and she saw a model boat. Bewildered, she looked up as if to say, "What is this?"

Liz said, "Lift it up!"

Elissa lifted it and saw the cruise tickets taped to the bottom of the boat. She squealed and jumped up, landing in my lap and kissing me without restraint. When the kiss ended I said, "It's tickets for two. You need to invite someone to go with you."

Liz, Beth and Emily raised their hands. Brad pulled Emily's hands down. In the laughter Elissa said, "I invite you, my husband." And, she kissed me again.

The next box was for Liz. Because she needed a new computer that box was for her. It started life as a box for a bracelet. Inside the box was a note, telling her where to look. She dashed from the room and came back a minute later and said, "It's an IMac. Big flat screen and all the bells and whistles!"

I got another does of kisses.

A square box was given to Beth. She got the lid off and found a plastic log cabin in it. She lifted it and didn't find anything taped on it. She lifted the roof and yelled when she saw the packet of tickets for our trip in the Canadian Rockies.

I got another dose of kisses. Alison nudged Mike and asked, "Are you making notes?"

He nodded.

The box with the ship, peanuts and tickets to the Mexican Riviera was next. Brad picked it up and asked me, "Do I open it or Emily?"

"You start at one end and let Emily start at the other." I said. He put the box between them and every move she made he duplicated. When her end of the box opened a hundred peanuts spilled out.

She said, "Peanuts! A big box of peanuts?"

Brad opened his end and more peanuts spilled out, and he caught a glimpse of something else. He said, "There's something else!" Emily reached in and found the boat. She pulled and thousands of peanuts filled her lap followed by a boat. The way they were sitting neither could see the envelope taped to the boat.

Phil could. He asked, "Does it have a motor?"

Emily had the boat in her lap and was having trouble turning it. Brad got up to help her and saw the envelope. "Hold on, there's an envelope attached."

He tore it off the boat and handed it to Emily. She tore it open and screamed when she realized it was a cruise. She jumped up, scattering thousands of peanuts and leapt on my lap, kissing me.

Brad responded, "What?"

From my lap she waved the envelope, saying, "We're going on a cruise! Your great brother gave us a cruise!" Brad slumped back down to the floor and said, "I can't go."

It came out that Brad had been on a boat once. It was a twenty-one foot sail boat out of Marina del Rey on a windy day. He'd thrown up food he hadn't even eaten, he was so sick. We promised this would be different. A nine hundred foot ship doesn't rock, bob and weave the way a twenty footer does.

When all my presents were given Alison got a present from her huge diaper bag. She handed it to me. She and Mike were beaming. I opened the box and found two pictures. Somehow Mike had PhotoShopped a bunch of pictures together into one shot of Beth, Elissa, Liz and me. The other picture was of Mike, Alison and their baby. Between the two pictures a brass plate read, "Grandparents of the heart, not the DNA. Thanks, Mike, Alison and all our children"

I handed it to my wives and they gushed all over Alison and Mike. It was hung on the wall before dark.

Emily said, "Maybe we cheated, a little. I made bedding for the family bed. They slept on it last night."

"E" said, "What you did was much more than make bedding. You made it Ok in your heart that we slept there last night. I love you." They hugged and the hug grew into a huge group hug.

When everyone calmed down Phil said, "I guess that leaves us. I feel sort of stupid. Veronica got this present for all of you. She wrapped it and insists she delivers it. I don't even know what it is." He didn't have a box, bag or anything. Veronica said, "For me to give you this gift you must agree to play along. You must let me feed you something special, and you must keep your eyes closed. Agreed?"

Everyone agreed. Beth and I almost laughed. Veronica went to the kitchen and brought back a bag she had kept in the fridge. She looked around to see who was peeking and then she dipped a small tomato in her juices and slid it into my mouth. I moaned, theatrically.

She moved to Alison and repeated the gift. When the reality hit Alison her eyes flew open and she made appreciative noises. Phil was next. His eyes popped open, too. When Veronica gave a tomato to Mike he started to protest, stopped and made a huge moan of satisfaction. When she had fed everyone she came back to me. Everyone was watching. She lifted her skirt, dipped three fingers into her honey and fed the fingers directly into my mouth.

Alison asked, "There's something I'm missing. Are the two of you having an affair?"

Veronica answered by telling the story about Beth feeding me tomatoes at lunch while we were at work. 

Alison said, "I've seen her do it! I never thought..." Veronica raised her hand and continued her tale. She told how one day she got a call from Beth who told her what we were doing. Veronica had been after Phil to eat veggies for months without much success, so she tried our method.

Phil said, "I have no trouble eating vegetables. No trouble at all."

Time was spent cleaning up and getting ready to eat, again. After a great meal our guests packed up and left. Brad and Emily were the last. They thanked us for getting the family back together, for a wonderful Christmas and a cruise to look forward to."

Brad had made two comments during the day about not going on the cruise. As they were leaving, Emily put her arms around my neck, kissed me and asked, "If Brad doesn't go on the cruise, can I call you and have you go as my husband?"

"Depends. I won't come for dinner unless I'll still be there for breakfast."

"If he won't go, if he won't take me on this romantic trip and love me like crazy, I'm asking... would you be my husband... for the rest of my life?"

"I'm not sure you know what you're asking. Brad is going on the cruise."

"My invitation stands. I love you both, hell, I love all of you. Brad and I will talk. Thank you and good-night." Each of us got a kiss and they were gone.

"Sit," I said, pointing at the couch.

"I believe Emily is saying much more than "can I use you as a lever to get Brad o do what he's afraid of." Beth said.

"E" said, "She's serious. And, she knows exactly what she's saying. When we were making the final adjustments to the mattress pads and linens, I found her in the playroom looking in the toy box. She asked lots of questions and I answered every one. A big part of her sexual frustration with Brad is that he desperately wants to be the good guy, the gentle lover."

"Jesus! When was this?"

"Yesterday. You were asleep and it was just the two of us."

"Ok. She knows. Elissa how do you feel about having her change from daughter to sister? Can you have sex with her? Can you be Ok with me having sex with her, or Beth or Liz?"

Beth asked, "Does she have to leave Brad?" Her question snapped us back and had us think.

Liz said, "Maybe Brad can learn. Before Kaye screwed up Pete was also Mr. Nice guy gentle lover."

I asked, "Beth, do you have another copy of that story?"

"Yes, Master." 

"Please make a copy we can give to Brad. Then I'll talk with him at dinner tomorrow night."

Elissa said, "One of us needs to talk to Emily. I know her well enough to know she'll be full steam ahead, if we don't."

I said, "Get a phone, please." She had it on the couch beside her. "Dial." She did and handed me the phone.

It rang twice and Emily answered. As soon as she knew it was me she said, "Momma told you about yesterday."

"Yes. Thank you. I learned something. I need to get locks for things, certain things, to avoid too much openness."

"You're calling to ask me not to talk to him about any of it."

"No. I'm asking you to wait. It is still a conversation you'll need to have, but with preparation. We would like to assist you in introducing him to the wife he didn't know he had."

"If this doesn't work out..."

"That conversation is not happening. Now the focus is on preparation for both of you for a new way of living. Can you give me two hours of your undivided attention sometime tomorrow?"

"Yes, Mas... Pete." She almost called me Master. "E" was right. When she moves she jumps all the way in.

"Master is a term that is earned and is only used by someone I allow to use it. You will be very clear about the when, where and how to use the word when the time comes for you to use it. Until then I am Pete."

"Yes, Pete. I understand, Pete."

"During the day tomorrow I want you to write. Long hand or by computer I want you to write a letter to yourself. Describe life with you as a sub and either Brad or me as your Dominant. Describe how your life would be, the every day, the way I will talk to you. What Brad will expect from you. Your responsibilities and mine. At four o'clock fax or email it to me. The letter is not to me, it is to you. Imagine either Brad or I as the perfect Master for you and tell yourself what that would be like. Be specific. Do not say he might slap me. Write, he will slap my tits, sometimes."

"I understand. May I send a draft to you, to see if I am complying?"

"Yes, one. Now, is Brad there?"

"He just came out of the shower, Sir."

"Pete!" I corrected. "Let me speak to him, please."

"Yes, Pete. I'll give him the phone."

I heard her say, "Brad, it's your brother."

He answered, "Pete? What's going on between you and Emily?"

"First, not what you think. I have plenty going on here and I am not nor have I been scouting for another woman in my life. Second, after work tomorrow I want us to have dinner, you and me. Can that happen?"

"Yes."

"Where is Emily right now?"

"Right here, next to me."

"You're still wet?"

"Yeah, I just got out of the shower."

"Hand her the towel and say, "I need to talk to Pete. Would you please dry me?"

He repeated my words exactly and came back on. "It worked."

"For tonight you don't need to understand. For tonight she needs you to be a bit assertive. If you want a drink, ask her to get it for you. If you want her sexually tell her what you want, don't ask her if it would be Ok. Just for tonight."

"Won't that piss her off?"

"Not tonight. Meet me at our house when you get off work tomorrow. Are you dry?"

"Almost."

"Tell her to stop sucking you. Hand her the phone and leave the bathroom. We'll talk tomorrow."

He said, "Answer the phone, please."

Emily's voice said, "Yes, Pete?"

"This is a test. It is not the only test, just the first. The first step for being a good sub is learning to follow directions. As of right now, Brad is your Dominant. He doesn't even know it, but you do. For the rest of the night whatever he wants, he gets. If he wants a pizza and you don't think a pizza at eleven is a good idea, you get him a pizza. You don't tell him a pizza's a bad idea. If he wants sex, you enthusiastically give him what he wants."

"I understand, Pete."

"Don't ask him for what you want, crave, desire or need. Not tonight. Tomorrow he will not be coming home for dinner. He is eating with me. You will be home waiting for a phone call from Elissa or me. You will be wearing a cotton dress that can be as easily removed as a t-shirt and slip on shoes, nothing else."




2008 Ch. 10



"Yes, Pete." Her voice was soft, compliant.

"If I call, you will drive here knowing that all of us will see you naked and will control you as a slave as soon as you are here. Do you agree to all this?"

"Yes, Pete." Her voice was softer still, compliant and filled with tension.

"Unless Brad wants sex, you will not masturbate in any way between now and when I call you tomorrow night. During the day tomorrow you will be nude unless you need to leave the house. If you must leave the house, you will wear a dress or skirt, no panties, no pants. As you drive your car you will sit on a folded towel, not on your clothes."

"Yes, Pete."

"If Brad presses you to talk about what you and I spoke of before you left, tell him you promised me you wouldn't. If he continues to press tell him to call me."

"Yes, Pete."

"Thank you." I hung up.

Over the next hour I compiled a list of books, articles and web sites for Brad to study, if he was open to treating Emily as she deeply needed to be treated. Beth gave me a flash drive with the story on it. I printed it. I was caught up in the Emily drama and had put Christmas and the excitement into the background. Beth and Liz snapped me out of the drama.

The stood quietly just inside my office, dressed identically. Each had removed two ornaments from the tree and hung them from their nipples. The first time I looked up I saw them and burst into laughter. They didn't move.

I did. I closed down my computer and went to them. I took the ornaments off them and asked Beth to return them to the tree. Then we went to the playroom and settled down on the big bed. Elissa was already there. She was first to ask questions.

"Master, may we talk?" She asked.

"Until I fall asleep."

"Are you angry with me... for talking to Emily?"

"No. It's on me. I expect you to be honest. If I had locked the toy box the situation may not have developed so quickly, but I do believe it would have developed. Emily craves something and that craving would keep gnawing at her until she discovered what it was. Brad has already begun asking questions about how we live. So have most of our friends. Now the question is, how will Brad and Emily do when they know the whole story and have to confront being there for meeting each other's needs?"

"I will do anything to help." Elissa said. Elizabeth nodded.

"Brad is coming here for dinner tomorrow. He and I will begin talking then. I'd like all of you present. I want you to honestly answer any question he asks you, but don't volunteer. At some point I may ask you, Elissa, to call Emily and invite her over. She has her instructions for what to do when the call comes. You may be asked to show them both how we play, how we express the care and love here. Can you give each other sex and allow yourself to be hurt as an example?"

"As you wish it, Master." They said.

"I may ask one or more of you to fuck Brad."

"As you wish it, Master." Was stated, again.

"I truly wish I knew more about this whole lifestyle. Half the time I think I'm making shit up as I go along."

Beth snuggled closer and said, "Master, we know all that. We trust you. We trust you completely."

Elissa said, "Emily has only really known you since Thanksgiving. She knows what she has asked for means. She trusts you with her life! She wants into the life she sees here."

"I want her to stay with Brad. I want them to have a family like ours, if that's what serves them. Elissa may get to have a daughter who is also a sister. You may all get a sister who doesn't live with us. Now that we're facing this new creation, I have no idea how it will play out."

Liz kissed me and said, "Relax, Master. No matter how it plays, we're yours. We trust you and love you."

"Ok, Good. I feel better. Now, let's sleep. We can celebrate our gifts for weeks to come."

Liz asked, "May I ask one more question, please?"

"Yes."

"The cruise you gave me, is it really just you and me for a week?"

"Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Pete Peterson on a cruise ship for a week. Call it a Honeymoon Trip."

Beth asked, "Where?"

"There is a cruise that visits four islands in Hawaii in a week. I have a few friends in Hawaii and we'll visit them and be tourists for the week."

"Thank you, Husband." Liz said.

I turned on my side and they spooned either behind or in front of me. I was asleep in less than a minute.

The alarm woke us at 6:15. Somehow Elissa was already up, coffee made and breakfast cooking. By seven we were at the table and eating. Huevos Rancheros with fresh salsa and guacamole were on the table and disappearing fast.

By 7:30 Beth and I were on the road. Liz left twenty minutes later. Beth and Liz were each wearing plaid Pendleton skirts. When I ordered them I remembered how excited Kaye was when I bought her two such skirts for our second anniversary. Remembering that again got me thinking about her, again.

It was like she was two different women, fighting for dominance in one body. The traditional woman filled with thoughts of a family, a home, two point three kids, an SUV and all that and a ball-busting feminist CEO somewhere who would and could take care of herself and use men as dildos. I actually felt sorry for her. The war inside her for control must have kept her in turmoil. She let Mark get her marked, tattooed, while the traditional woman wanted to please her man. I imagined the fear and loathing she felt when she realized what she had done, an hour or a day later.

I thought about how much responsibility I felt for her death. When I saw the tattoo I gave up on her. Up until that moment I was willing to forgive everything and every one she had fucked. I was ready to take her back, make a new life for us, right up until I was six inches from her cunt and his sign of ownership.

When I parked Beth said, "You've been very quiet."

"Sorry. I had some thinking to do. I was not ignoring you to ignore you."

We went inside and she went one way and I went another.

A little after nine my phone rang. It was Brad.

"I'm losing my mind. I don't want to wait until dinner for us to talk."

"Can you take today off?"

"Sure. The place is dead."

"I'm going to email you some stuff. Read it then meet me for lunch at Pollywog Park. I'll get us lunch and bring it with me. You like Subway's?"

"Yeah! Turkey, lettuce and tomatoes. Veronica tomatoes if possible."

"They are good, but Beth's are better."

"Noon?"

"Yeah."

As we had talked I sent him Beth's story and two links to stuff on the Internet. I handled two small problems in warehouse number three and took the rest of the day off. I called Beth to tell her I'd be back for her at five when she said her boss had released everyone for the rest of the week. Since Christmas was Thursday he had given them four or five hours off.

I said, "I'm taking you with me. You have more knowledge about this lifestyle than I do. You can help me help Brad to understand us and thereby understand his own wife."

"Do we have lunch plans?"

"Yes. We'll stop at Subways on the way to Pollywog Park."

"Where shall we meet?"

"At the truck in twenty minutes."

"As you wish...Pete."

When we met at the truck she was carrying a roll of butcher paper. I asked, "What's the paper for?"

"Half for me to sit on and half to protect my new skirt. Pendleton's are not usually picnic clothes."

We bought sandwiches, drinks and chips for our picnic. At 11:50 I parked at the park. We picked a table some distance from any other table and from any of the playground equipment. As we started unpacking lunch we saw Brad park. Beth waved and he waved back.

When he was close Beth kissed him and asked, "Is it Ok that I'm here? If you want this to be just you brothers I'll understand and have my lunch over by the truck."

"No. It's fine. I'll just blush a little more often." We sat and started eating. Beth hadn't gotten a sandwich. She had a salad. Brad watched her take a couple bites, then he said, "I'm totally lost here. Last night Emily volunteered to marry you, join your family and leave me!"

"She didn't mean it quite the way you heard it." I said.

"I heard her. She said, "If he won't go, if he won't take me on this romantic trip and love me like crazy, I'm asking... would you be my husband... for the rest of my life?"

"We all heard her. But before we go there, did you read the story?"

"Yeah! I don't get it."

Beth touched my leg. I nodded. She said, "The woman in the story discovered a need, deep inside herself. A need to be controlled, to surrender her life to someone who she could trust would keep her safe, nurture her and give her what she needed."

"I got that part."

"Her husband grew up being taught to be a gentleman. You and Pete were brought up that way. The woman in the story needed more than Mr. Nice Guy. I'll be blunt. Every time you take Emily to bed for sex you are tender, slow and pay attention to her arousal first. Right?"

"That's what the magazines and books say!"

"And they're right for most women." I said, "But not ours. Beth taught me that there are women who need to be dominated. When you asked Emily to dry you last night, what was her response?"

"She acted like I gave her a gift. She loved doing it!"

"After we got off the phone, what did you ask for?"

"A Coke. It came in a glass with ice, just the way I like it."

"Emily wants to serve you. There is a part of Emily that is happiest when she is serving you, making your life work. She is an independent woman, but only because society says she needs to be. Want her to be happy? Go through her closet and tell her which things you like and don't like. She'll throw away the things you don't like. Tell her what you'd like her to wear tomorrow. She'll wear it and be happy because she's pleasing you."

Brad looked at Beth and asked, "Is that true?"

"Yes."

"Give him an example." I sad.

"Like all girls my age I was taught how to dress modestly. Wear panties; keep my knees together, all the normal things. Pete doesn't like panties. If he wants to touch my pussy panties are in the way, so... I don't wear panties except when I'm having a period. All day long I'm aware that being bare is a gift I'm giving Pete." She stood up and lifted her skirt, treating Brad to a look at he bald, exposed pussy. She sat back down. "I used to shave my legs and trim around my pussy. Hairy or bald I can pee and fuck either way. If Pete liked hair, I'd grow a shrub for him."

"Brad, did you notice that Beth, Liz and Elissa didn't give me any presents yesterday?"

"Yeah. We all noticed. Why?"

"They are the gift. I watched as Beth unwrapped the skirt she has on, that was enough and more for me. Being loved like they love me is all I ever want. My joy is in their lives."

"And, our joy is in having Pete's life please him." Beth added.

"Ok, but in the story the man hurt her."

"A small percentage of women in the world need that or something similar in order to get the most from the physical part of their relationships. Near the end of Kaye's life we discovered that she was looking for a dominant person to control her life. Unfortunately she picked a man who didn't care for her. He just liked the sadistic part of domination. She was also hampered by a belief that said I should know what she needs and give it to her, because I love her. She couldn't tell me what she needed. By the time I discovered what she needed she had been so damaged and I was so confronted by her damage that we couldn't repair it."

"What? She was damaged?"

Beth asked me with her eyes. She said, "The man who Kaye turned to for dominance had her tattooed as his property. He had her tattooed with the word, "Mark's." right above her pussy.

"If I had been who I am now when I saw it, my reaction would have been different. She ended her life because she believed I wouldn't love her any more. She believed Beth had already replaced her."

"Damn. I thought I knew the story. I didn't know shit!"

"Emily was telling me, publicly, she needs to be dominated. She already trusts me, completely. Her Momma trusts me and needs the pain as a part of how she feels loved and cared for."

Beth touched my arm again and I nodded. "It also enhanced our experience of sex. There are things Pete does to me that I explode when he does them. Sometimes those things leave bruises. Even the bruises tell me he loves me."

"Emily wants me to hurt her?"

"Emily wants you to control her body, mind and spirit. It's a gift she wants to give you, not something you'll take away from her."

"If you say so." He didn't look convinced.

"Beth tell him about the story, please."

"The story isn't fiction. I wrote it about my first marriage. He had died of cancer before I ever met Pete. When he talked about the problems he was having at home I offered him the story, hoping it would open up a new way for Pete and Kaye to be together. When she ended her life, I offered Pete my life. I already knew what kind of man he was. I trusted him with my life and I'm happier now than I've been in my life."

"And he beats you?"

"No. He uses physical techniques to enhance our sexuality and to reinforce his dominance. He thinks of himself as a novice but he is so gentle with his dominance that any time I think I might have missed something I can be rendered speechless and crying by just a look. It doesn't take a flogger. He knows and understands my body better than I do and we keep expanding how we care for everyone in our family."

"I'll have to take your word on that."

"Maybe not." I said. "Emily is at home right now, waiting for a call. If I call and say, "Come" she will drive to our home and be ready to see if this Dom-sub life is what she wants. She knows that if she comes to our house she will be physically given pain as a part of sex, that she will be nude in front of all of us and that it will hurt. Elissa and she talked for hours on Wednesday. Each woman in my life has different boundaries. You and Emily will be able to discover what works for you both."

He was quiet for a while. It might have appeared he was watching some kids playing at the swings in the park. I doubt if he saw them.

"You don't want Emily?"

"Are you asking if I want to break up your marriage and have her move in with us? The answer is no. I want the two of you to have a great life together. You are at a creation point. I want us to help, if that's possible. Did you hear how I responded to her? I said, I'm not sure you know what you're asking. Brad is going on the cruise. I didn't know she and Elissa had talked. I'm not and I wasn't after Emily. I will not say this to her, but I will say it to you: If the two of you cannot create a life together and you divorce, I will welcome her into our family. In my mind and heart she's already in, as are you."

"I don't want to lose her!"

"Beth, ride to our home with Brad, please. Answer any question he has. Don't let him get lost." Beth cleaned up our lunch mess and when Brad stood up I pulled out my cell and dialed Brad's home.

Emily answered, "Yes, Pete."

"Come." I hung up. We walked to our vehicles and Brad opened the door for Beth. She got in without giving him a look. Thirty-five minutes later we were home. Emily's car was parked in front of the house next door.

We went in through the back door. Elissa, Liz and Emily were in the kitchen. Liz and Elissa were wearing long t-shirts. Liz said, "You didn't tell us what to wear, so I guessed."

"You did well. My fault for not leaving better instructions. Where are the sleeping mats?"

Elissa answered, "Stacked against a wall of the playroom, Master."

"Good. Thank you." I motioned and everyone followed me to the playroom. There were two chairs in the room. I got one and handed the other to Brad. I said, "In the playroom I sit in a chair. Wives sit on the floor, as a sign that they are mine by their choice. Beth, Liz and Elissa sat on the floor, cross-legged. They held the hem of their t-shirts over their pussies.

"Did I ask you to hide your beautiful pussies from me?"

"No, Master." They uncovered.

Emily wasn't sure if she should stay standing or sit. I said, "Brad, your wife is waiting for you to tell her what to do; sit or stand."

"Sit if you want to." Brad said. Emily didn't move.

"Brad, you make a thousand decisions a day. They're easy for you. You've been trained for your whole life in making decisions. They are the most difficult part of Emily's day. She has trouble deciding which she wants. When you offer to go for ice cream, she wants to go to Thrifty not Baskin-Robins. Too many decisions. Tell her what to do. She'll love you for it."

"Emily, sit please. Doesn't the please take away from me telling her?"

"No. If I said, "Beth, stand", it's an order and an assertion of power and control. When I say, "Beth, please stand", she hears the unsaid part of the request. "Beth, I love you and want the best for you. At this moment that means standing. It will please me."

He looked at Beth, who was standing, smiling. Emily was sitting next to Beth, legs crossed and her pussy exposed. He stared.

I asked, "Liz, when was the last time you had an orgasm?"

"Christmas eve, Master."

"What time?"

"Near midnight."

"Beth?"

"Just before Liz."

"E?"

"I was first. It was about ten or so."

"Elissa take off the t-shirt, please." In two seconds it was off. She stayed sitting.

Brad said, "It's Ok with you that I see her naked? It's Ok with her?"

"She trusts that I have a good reason for what I do. That trust is so big that no matter what her opinion is she will do what I ask. To be honest that level of trust scares the hell out of me. She knows something most people miss about subs. She lets me have control, which ultimately means she's the one in control. This is not a power struggle. Some dominant-sub relationships are power struggles, at least at first. Here, it is a gift. Obedience is a gift, one she wants to give me."

Brad faced Emily; "It would please me if you were naked, too."

The dress was off in three seconds only because she was sitting on it and Elissa hadn't been sitting on her t-shirt. Emily smiled at Brad.

"Why are you smiling?" Brad asked.

"I did what you asked. Pete's right I see it as a gift to you. Most of the time you don't let me give to you."

"What? You take care of the house, the shopping, the laundry..."

"I thought you thought it was my job."

He turned to me. "What do I do?"

"Would you like to wear the blue Hawaiian shirt tomorrow?"

"Yeah, Ok."

"If you asked Emily if it were possible she would say yes, and bust her butt to make it so. Her gift to you. If you notice she did the laundry, made something wonderful for dinner, dried you after a shower... acknowledge the gift. Instead of being self-reliant at home, allow her to contribute to you. Don't get up and get your own Coke. Ask for one."

"Emily," Brad said, "Would you go get Pete a diet Coke and me a Coke, please?"

She was up and moving for the door as she asked, "In a can, a glass with ice or how?"

"Cans will be fine. Thank you." She was gone less than a minute. She opened the cans for us. Then she resumed her seat on the floor.

"Just how far does this go?"

"Elissa, please help me undress." She was on the job instantly. I was undressed and my clothes folded and stacked on a table. 

She asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you, Master?"

"Yes. Please suck me hard."

She moved between my legs and my penis disappeared into her mouth. Brad's eyes bulged and he watched as Elissa's focus and attention was on my pleasure and nowhere else.

When I was hard she stopped, but didn't remove my cock from her mouth. She looked up at my face, waiting for instructions.

"Are you wet, Honey?" I asked. She nodded. "Thank you. Please resume your seat."




2008 Ch. 10



She didn't hesitate.

"Emily, Are you moist, wet or dripping?" I asked.

"Dripping."

"There are towels on that table." I pointed. "Get one." She got up and got a towel. She came back but didn't sit.

"Emily, the floor where you were sitting is wet. If you put the towel down there then the towel will be wet. I think it would be best if you sucked up as much of your juices as you can before you put the towel down."

She got down on her knees and bent her face to the floor. She became a human vacuum and sucked the juices off the floor. I waited a minute and said, "Please stop, and let me see how well you did."

She moved aside and I said, "Excellent. Put the towel down and sit on the towel."

"Brad, what are you thinking?"

"I don't even know her! She just showed us her ass and pussy! She sucked her one cum off the floor! This is not my wife!"

"You're wrong. This is the authentic Emily. She's been hiding this Emily from everyone, including herself. In her mind she hasn't done anything wrong. She's doing what the men she trusts ask her to do. If I ask her to pick a woman in the room and suck her to orgasm, she can't. If I say, "Emily, lean Beth back, crawl between her legs and eat her pussy until she screams", she'll do it. I'm responsible."

"No. I'm responsible! Emily, do what Pete said. Eat Beth to orgasm." Emily didn't move.

"Now what?" Brad asked. Emily said, "I am sorry. I am yours to control. I am your wife. Beth does not belong to you. It would be assault without Pete's permission."

I was impressed. Emily was very intelligent and thinking about every step we were taking.

Brad asked, "Peter is it Ok if Emily sucks Beth to orgasm?"

"Yes." Beth leaned back, spread her legs wide and welcomed Emily between them. Emily's ass and pussy faced Brad and I. It did not take long and Beth was quivering. A few more motions and her back arched, her legs squeezed Emily's head and Beth came.

Emily stopped eating Beth and returned to her towel.

Brad asked, "Have you done that before?"

Emily said, "No" as Beth said, "Yes!"

I asked, "Emily, what day of the week can you come over and eat one of my wives? A different wife each week."

"I have time on Thursdays. Brad doesn't get home until seven, usually."

"Have you ever had an orgasm from having someone eat your pussy?"

"Yes. Brad does it, sometimes."

"Brad, I want you to remember that last orgasm Emily had while being eaten. Can you remember it?"

"Yeah! It was a good one!"

"I want to show you something new. Trust me a little longer, please. Spread Emily's legs and eat her to orgasm."

He hesitated. We were all watching. A minute after he started he was into it, forgetting he had an audience. I whispered into Elissa's ear, "When she cums, pinch her nipples just like you like yours pinched. She wants to feel the pinch clear until Sunday."

Elissa smiled and moved near her daughter. Emily had her eyes closed and her back had already arched a little. She quivered and began to shake. She suddenly took a big breath and I saw Elissa's hands grab Emily's nipples, pinch and twist. Emily came up off the floor, screaming and flooding Brad with her cum. Liz caught her head as she collapsed back onto the floor and flopped and twisted around as she groaned. Elissa moved back a little.

Beth got another towel and gave it to Brad. He wiped his face, neck and upper chest. Emily lay on the floor as if she had passed out, except she was awake and looking around.

"Ladies, clean her up. Take her to the shower and when she's dry, bring her back." I said.

"What about the wet spot?" Elissa asked. 

I said, "I'd appreciate it if you'd clean it up while Liz and Beth take Emily."

She got down and sucked the pool up, then wiped the rest with a fresh towel. When she was gone I asked Brad, "Was that just like every orgasm she's ever had with you?"

"Hell No! That was incredible! And, you're gonna tell me it was the pain of having her nipples pinched that did that?"

"You've eaten her plenty of times. The result was different this time. I didn't get it either until Beth and Liz taught me what a difference a little pain makes, for them. Want more proof? You can have any one of the three to see what a difference meeting their needs makes. I still think about how to build a snorkel so I don't drown."

When the women came back Brad had been thinking for quite a while. He looked at all four women and said, "Emily, I notice that Beth, Liz and Elissa are all shaved. I also noticed that when I was eating you I had a lot of hair in my mouth and up my nose. I think it would be more fun for me if you were hairless, too."

Emily turned to Elissa and asked, "Can I have a razor?"

Elissa asked, "Have you ever shaved it?"

"No."

She turned to me and I said, "Instead of giving her a razor, give her a shave. Then, if it's Ok with Brad, give her the tongue test."

"What tongue test?" Brad wanted to know.

"When I shave anyone I lick them after, to make sure they are really smooth."

"You have my permission."

Elissa and Emily left the playroom, arm in arm.

"I think that's about enough for today. Let's get dressed and get some dinner."

Beth said, "Emily came in that flimsy cotton shift."

"Do you have some things she can wear?"

"Yes, Master. The shave may take a little time."

"I'd bet it would. It may be the second most intimate shared moment in their lives together, so far."

"Second most?" Brad asked.

"I'd say that when Emily came sliding out of Elissa would qualify as the most intimate moment. Agree?"

Brad nodded, as did Beth. 

"Master, shall I get clothes for Emily now?"

"Make it so."

"Yes, Jean-Luc." She saluted as she ran from the playroom.

Brad and I showered and dressed for dinner. I asked, "Where shall we go for dinner?"

"I have no idea."

"New idea. You've been asking Emily what she feels like eating, where she wants to go and when you get somewhere you hand her the menu. Cut it out! Beth doesn't want those decisions. Liz doesn't want those decisions. Elissa hated it when her husband died, and part of why was that suddenly she had to decide. When we get to the restaurant they will look at the menu. The waitress will come and I will order. I recommend you tell Emily where we're going and let her know you will be ordering for both of you."

"She might not like what I order."

"You'll never know. She is being trained, just like you. She will learn that her Master chooses for her, because he's making her life easier, because he wants to take care of her, because he believes what he chooses for her will benefit her in some way. She won't see you choosing as you being a bully, mean or a male chauvinist."

"This is really difficult for me to wrap my head around."

"More difficult for each of these women. The media and their friends and family have been pounding them with ideas that run counter to what their hearts and minds tell them would work for them."

"She never wanted me to pinch her breasts before, but she certainly responded to it!"

"She did want you to pinch her! She just couldn't say it. Her "good girl" training said, "Good Girls" don't! Her heart says, be a bad girl and the fight stays in her head. She found out today that it must be Ok to have your tits pinched, her Momma did it to her!"

"Ok. Don't leave town for about ten years. It'll take that long for me to learn all this stuff."

"You're going on a cruise. I'll be here at home while you're gone. You need to be careful. Mark misused his power over Kaye and had her do things she knew were wrong. You could get her down into Mexico, take her to a tattoo parlor and have whore printed on her ass. She'd know it was wrong, and she'd let you do it."

"With power comes responsibility." Brad quoted.

"Absolutely!" I agreed.

All four women joined us. Brad said, "I think I'd like to see what a good job was done."

Emily blushed and lifted her skirt. Elissa did a great job. Brad used his fingers and stroked across her newly shaved pussy. Her head tilted back and she pressed her mons forward, into his hand. When he withdrew his hand he asked, "Did you cum during the tongue test?"

Emily looked down and nodded her head. Brad responded by lifting her chin until she was looking him in the eyes and he asked again, "Did you cum with your Mother licking your pussy?"

"Yes, Brad." She whispered.

Brad thanked her and kissed her. I said, "Seat towels would be a good idea, don't we agree?"

Liz got a stack and we went to the truck. Brad had Emily sit on his lap, making it more comfortable for everyone else. He put a towel on his slacks and Emily sat directly on the towel. As we drove Liz asked, "Master, may we coach Emily?"

I answered, "Subject to Brad's agreement. Tell her how things are between us. Brad will decide how things are between them."

Liz was close to Emily. She put a hand on each knee and pried them a few inches apart. She said, "Wearing panties is like keeping your legs closed. It says, "This is my pussy and you can only touch me if I give permission, every time." When you stay open and available you are saying, "I am your woman, if you want me, any where, any time for any reason I have already given you permission."

She looked at me in the rearview mirror and I winked. She continued, "If Pete wants a taste of me I'm ready to give it, even from the back seat. Panties are not in the way."

I said, "I would like a taste." 

Emily watched as Beth smiled and Liz dipped into Beth's pussy for the taste. Liz's fingers went into my mouth and I sucked loudly. When I was done I pushed her fingers out of my mouth. I said, "Thank you, that was nice. However, you thought you were playing a trick on me. That was Liz's fingers and Beth's juice."

Emily said, "You can identify them by the taste of their..."

"Yes. Their taste changes but I can identify each by her scent and her taste."

Brad saw we were close to the restaurant and he said, "Sweetheart, I'll be ordering for us tonight."

"Thank you, Brad. Their menu is so big I'd never be able to choose."

We parked and went into the Cheesecake Factory. We were given a round table. Brad helped Emily to sit and he sat to her right. I sat opposite Brad and pointed to the other chairs and said, "Elissa, Liz, Beth". Putting Liz on the other side of Brad with Elissa next to her and me, Beth on the other side of me next to Emily.

The waiter came and I asked for extra napkins. He delivered the menus and went to get napkins. Liz softly said, "It's not nice to sit our bare asses and pussies on their chairs. Pete asked for napkins so we can sit on them. When they arrive I'll show you how to fold and get the napkin under you without making it a show."

Emily nodded, as did Brad.

The waiter delivered six extra napkins. I gave them to Liz. They were folded into squares. She unfolded the top napkin, folded it in thirds and the folded the long strip in half, lengthwise. Emily said, "Like a pad."

Liz gave that one to Emily and passed the others out. No one at any table noticed as any of my wives slipped the napkins beneath them. When Emily gave it her first attempt she did well. 

Beth looked behind Emily and said, softly, "Lift just a little and scoot the napkin forward, about half an inch is sticking out behind you."

Emily blushed. The waiter came back and I ordered drinks and dinner for everyone except Brad and Emily. The waiter got it all down and turned to Brad. He struggled. He didn't know which things she wanted. When he faltered the second time I said, "Brad, if you'll allow me." I looked at the waiter and said, "He's been out of touch for a while. Bring Emily the swordfish, rice pilaf, mixed veggies and start with the wedge salad, vinaigrette on the side. Brad will have the porterhouse, baked potato with butter and chives, no sour cream and broccoli only. He'll want a small Caesar."

He thanked me and walked away.

Brad asked, "How did you choose?"

"Since I met Elissa I've watched how she cooks and what she cooks. I figured that Emily was raised eating Elissa's food. Elissa never makes steak unless I ask for it. She cooks fish at least twice a week. She prefers rice to potatoes, but she makes potatoes for me often. When she makes salads she tends toward salad that crunches so I could easily have gone with Caesar for both."

Beth and Liz smiled. Elissa beamed.

"I should study Emily like you study Elissa, Liz and Beth?"

"How else can you take care of her? You could have ordered a sirloin steak, medium, a baked potato with butter, sour cream and chives and mixed veggies. She would do her best to eat it. You would have spent twenty-five dollars on a meal she might eat a third of. She goes home thinking you don't know her, you're not taking care of her and she's still hungry."

"I will learn."

Emily turned and asked, with downcast eyes, "Do you mean that? I've studied you ever since we met. Pete can ask me anything about what you like and don't like. I know you! You can't even order me dinner. By the way, he got it perfectly."

The look on his face said he didn't believe her.

I said, "Beth, Honey, there's a notebook in the glove box, and probably a pen or other writing tool. Please get them for me." I gave her the keys and she went, smiling. The salads were delivered along with Liz's soup. When Beth came back she gave me the notebook and a pen. I noticed she had three more pens in her hand. I tore out pages, one for each woman at the table and one for Brad. I said, "I'll ask the questions. You put the number and the answer. Elissa I want you to write the questions and no answers for the questions about Emily. Answer the questions about Brad."

The salads were cleared.

"All the questions I ask about Brad you can answer about me, Elizabeth. The questions I ask about Emily answer for yourself. One, what is Brad's favorite color shirt to wear? Two, What is Emily's favorite color clothing to wear? Three, what size shirt and pants does Brad wear> Four, what size slacks, blouse and dress does Emily wear? Five, What size shoes does Brad wear and how many pairs of shoes does he own? Finally, what size shoes does Emily wear and how many pair of high heels does she own?"

Brad had moaned at various points as I asked the questions. After each question I'd allowed enough time for them to write the answers.

"Put your name at the top and pass me the papers, please."

Dinner arrived. We ate and talked about other things, logistical things. Brad asked, "Does Elissa do all the shopping for the family?"

I answered, "No, not all. Most. Food, household supplies, incidentals Elissa buys. She also gets things any of us asks for."

"You manage all the money?" He asked.

"Yes. All of us have credit cards on one account. Elizabeth knows if she wants or needs something she can buy it. Anything unusual she knows I expect her to check with me before buying. They don't check with me if they buy gas for their cars, but for clothes, they check. Elissa has a household budget and she's been doing great about feeding us and keeping the house well stocked with everything without going over her budget."

We were pretty well finished with eating and I took out the papers. 

"Brad, what is your favorite color shirt to wear?"

"I have a dark blue shirt I bought from L.L.Bean."

I handed Emily's sheet to Liz and asked her to read Emily's responses. She read, "L.L.Bean, dark blue, long sleeves."

"What is Emily's favorite color to wear? Brad?"

"I think it's green."

I handed Emily's sheet to Beth. She read, "Teal"

Brad said, "That's sort of green."

I gave the sheets for Liz, Beth and Elissa to Brad. I pointed at each in turn and said, "Beth's favorite color to wear is silver-gray. Liz loves rust and Elissa likes Navy blue." All three nodded.

I went on, "Number three, what size pants and shirt does Brad wear?" Liz read, "34X34 pants and a 16 ½ X34 shirt Tall."

"Of course she knows, she buys a lot of my clothes."

"Four, what size slacks, blouse and dress does Emily wear?" Beth read, " Size 8 slacks, Large blouse and an 8 to 10 dress depending on how it's cut."

I asked, "Liz what did Brad say?"

"A medium everything."

"Number five, what sizes shoes does Brad wear and how many pair does he own?"

Liz read, "I have five pair of shoes. All are size eleven D. Hiking boots, two pair of athletic shoes and two pair of dress shoes."

Beth read, "Emily says, Two pair of athletic shoes, two leather shoes, a pair of old hiking boots."

"What size shoes does Emily wear and how many pair of high heels does she have?"

Beth read, "Emily has five pair of high heels. Two, two inch, two three inch and a pair of four inch. All are sevens."

Liz read, smiling, "Size eight. Three pair."

Brad said, "Ok, I get it. She knows me much better than I know her."

"You are looking at becoming an unusual man. Most men don't even remember their anniversary date, wife's birthday or the birthday dates of their children, but they can tell you the batting averages of twenty different baseball players or how many yards a specific player ran last season. By knowing more about Emily than anyone else of the planet you prove to her she's the most important person, place or thing in your life."

He picked up the three sheets in front of him. "Their clothes?"

"Beth wears size six pants usually, but sometimes she goes to an eight. Liz and Beth can trade pants easily. Elissa is usually in an eight and she hems the legs about an inch. Depending on the style most of the time they all wear a medium blouse, but sometimes Beth opts for a large so she doesn't get gaposis. All three wear an eight dress but Beth owns three tens, because the eight was too tight through the bust. Elissa wears a 38D bra, Beth a 36 DD and Liz a 36 C."

"Ok. Point made." Brad said.

"Don't take all this as a put down. It isn't. At the beginning of 2008 I knew one size on Kaye. She wore a 36C bra. I knew nothing else about her, not even her favorite color. I couldn't order for her in a restaurant. Beth introduced me to a new world, and to properly and completely love her, them, I've been studying. I know you can do what I've done."

"Do I have to memorize everything by New Year's Day?"

"No. Take a week." I smiled.

Brad smiled, "Ok, I can do it, in a week."

"So, you're accepting this new way of living is what Emily needs and you want to give her?" I asked.

"I love her. I want our lives to be great for a very long time. I still may freak out the first time I slap her or pinch hard, but I already know it works for her... so I'm in."

I could see that Beth wanted to ask a question but it was outside her comfort zone. I paid the bill and we made it to the truck before she burst. When the doors to the truck closed I said, "Beth, ask Brad the question."

She asked, "My question is to both you Brad and to my Master. Will Emily be permitted to play with us?"

"What kind of play are you talking about?" Brad asked.

"Sexual." Beth said, head down, voice soft.

"Yes!" Brad answered.

I said, "Yes, with limitations. Each play date must be approved. Just because you go shopping together does not mean you can eat each other or use the toys in the playroom. I cannot speak for Brad on this but the three of you know you need permission to cum. I do not want phone calls while I'm at work asking if you can cum!"

"As you wish, Master." Three voices yielded.

I asked, "Beth, you didn't ask about Brad and I playing with all of you."

"It took all my bravery to ask about Emily."

"Aren't you curious if I will be using Emily for my pleasure and if Brad will be using you for his?"

She looked at the floor of the truck and nodded. Liz and Elissa also looked down. Emily was on Brad's lap and she looked out the window. I stopped the truck in the driveway and shut off the engine.




2008 Ch. 10



I offered, "Brad, have you got plans for New Years Eve?"

"Nope. New Years Day I want to watch some football, but New Years Eve? No plans."

"Let's do it together. You, me and four beautiful women."

"I like it!" He said. We got out of the truck. Beth collected the towels and on our way into the house she slipped them into the laundry room.

We sat in the living room. I asked, "I have about two hours work to do tomorrow. Liz, do you need to work tomorrow?"

"No, Master."

"Beth?"

"No, Master."

"Brad?"

"I've got maybe two hours of sitting at the computer, but it can be done anytime before Monday. What do you have in mind?"

"Stay the night. You can have the king bed and I'll sleep in the playroom. Before we sleep we can have some fun and see if we can force one or two of these women to cum for us."

"Before I answer, can I speak to you outside?" Brad asked.

"Sure." We went out in the back yard.

"Pete, are you intending to fuck my wife?"

"Would you like to fuck any of my wives?"

"To be honest, yes. But, we've spent years protecting the sanctity of marriage. Forsaking all others and all that."

"The marriage you started with Emily is no longer the marriage you have. You and she are redefining the terms of how you are married. When we go back inside, walk up to Emily and say, "Emily, I want you to strip and help Pete get undressed. Then I want all of us to watch you fuck him until he cums inside you." As soon as she starts to get undressed, reach into her pussy and if she's not wet I won't fuck her, tonight. If she's wet go to anyone else and feel her. If she's wet she's yours for the night."

"Why would you do this?"

"I think it strengthens the bond of their submission. They really want to be sluts and love fucking, but their good girl training is strong. The only way they can be sluts if by it being us who demands it. It's not Ok for Elissa, the good girl, to fuck her daughter's husband. It's perfectly Ok for Elissa, my slut, to please me by fucking you."

"Ok." We turned and went inside. All four were waiting in the living room.

Brad said, "I want to watch my big brother play. May I direct some play with you, Pete?" I nodded. Brad said, "I think it would be great to watch him being undressed by you, Emily. Please, take off his shirt."

She didn't hesitate. She came to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. When she had opened the third button I said, "Sweetheart, when I get my shirt unbuttoned that far, I lift it over my head, leaving the rest of the buttons untouched."

She said, "What a good idea. Thank you." She pulled my shirt up and out of my pants and then kept it going up until it was all the way off. She turned to Brad and asked, "What would you like done with the shirt... Brad?"

He looked at me and I said, "Just toss it over a chair. I won't wear it again until it's been washed."

"Yes, Sir." It went over the chair she had been sitting in.

Brad said, "Help him off with his shoes and then his pants, please."

She knelt in front of me and untied and then removed each shoe. When she reached for my belt she became really aware of what she was doing. She was undressing me. When she opened my belt Brad said, "Stop for a moment, please. My brother is bare from the waist up. None of the rest of us are. Emily, I think it would be nice if you were bare to the waist too. Please make it so."

Her hands went to the buttons on Beth's blouse, the one she had loaned Emily, and she unbuttoned three and then lifted the blouse up and off. She was still wearing one of Liz's bras. It looked very sexy on her. She unclasped the front closure and removed the bra. It landed on the blouse.

After a moment's hesitation she focused on removing my pants. When they slid down my legs I said, "Ladies, be bare to the waist, please."

In seconds all four were bare to the waist.

Brad said, "Once again you have more on than Pete. You might as well get undressed and then get him completely undressed."

"Yes, Brad." She removed the skirt she had borrowed and stepped out of the shoes. Her hands held the waistband of my shorts and she pulled them down. When my shorts were at my knees her face was less than an inch from my cock.

Brad said, "Kiss his cock, please."

I expected a peck, a brief touch of lips to my shaft. She kissed the tip of my cock as she held the shaft between her fingers. Two seconds into the kiss her mouth opened and she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock before swallowing over half.

Brad said, "Please stand up." She released my cock and stood up. Her face was flushed and her breathing stressed.

Brad moved close and pushed a finger into Emily's slit. She moaned and closed her eyes.

Brad got very close the Emily's ear and whispered, "I want my brother to know the joy of tasting you. I want to watch him eating you to orgasm. Please, get on your back and welcome his face to your pussy. Make me proud."

"Yes, Brad." Emily whispered. She dropped to the rug on her back and spread her legs for me.

"Pete, if you would like, Emily would like you to eat her, taste her, as our gift to you."

"I accept, on one condition. You must choose a pussy to eat while I enjoy Emily. To help you choose I want each of you to give Brad a taste."

I got down on the floor and buried my face into Emily's cunt. She was gushing. The good girl was suppressed and Brad's slut was fully into having me eat her. When I looked Beth was on her back and Brad was face first into her pussy.

A few more seconds with my face buried in Emily's juices and I pulled back for a moment and said, "Liz, please help me with Emily. Elissa, help Brad with Beth, please."

Liz got down on the floor next to me and I moved to the side. Liz dove into Emily's juices while I moved up and pinched her nipples. The way I was positioned Emily could easily reach my cock. She looked at it, but made no move to touch it. I moved and put it within two inches of her mouth.

A minute later I said, "Suck me." A piranha would have been slower to my cock. She just needed to be told to do it. She sucked and released in a rhythm and I matched the rhythm with my pinches and thrusts into her mouth. Emily was grunting and thrashing on the rug. Looking over at Brad he was lost in concentration, licking Beth towards an orgasm while Elissa sucked on Beth's ever-sensitive breasts. I noticed Brad's hands were on the floor.

"Brad, use your fingers to hold her pussy open. Lick inside her vagina." I said. He moved his hands to her puss and I refocused on Emily and Liz.

We pushed her to the edge of a great cum and I said, "Stop!" Liz instantly pulled back an inch. Emily's eyes opened wide, her head came up off the floor and she said, "Don't stop! I want to cum!" Her hands reached for her own cunt and we stopped her. Her eyes locked on mine and I said, "Liz will suck you after I cum."

She focused and gave my cock all the attention a starving woman would give an ice cream sundae. I felt my juices building pressure and said, "When Liz sucks your clit, cum for us. Liz will love swallowing your cum and you'll love swallowing mine."

She felt the pressure build and she sucked and tongued me with more enthusiasm. She earned her reward. I touched Liz and she dove in. I pinched Emily's nipples and held them tightly. 

Her scream was muffled by my cock. Her body shook and she soaked herself and Liz.

As we calmed I kept my cock in Emily's mouth. When I withdrew it I said, "You made a mess of Liz. First, you should lick all your cum off her, then dry her with a towel before you eat her to orgasm."

She started to move as she said, "Yes, Pete. As you wish. Thank you for my orgasm."

I looked over and saw Brad tighten up and empty himself into Beth. She thrashed and moaned like she was having an orgasm too. She wasn't.

Brad collapsed next to Beth, panting. I said, "Elissa, get under Beth and sixty-nine with her. You both may cum."

Brad watched as Beth and Elissa ate dessert, each other. When they both came they stopped eating and tenderly held each other. Emily was eating Liz, who was on her back with Emily on her knees above her. I stroked myself hard and moved behind Emily. 

I asked, "Brad May I fuck Emily?"

"Yes!" He said and as he said it I pushed inside her. I pumped for a few minutes and felt her getting close again. I stopped. She pushed back against me, attempting to get me to stroke in and out again. I gave in to her desire and pumped until she came again.

She turned and licked me clean and almost dry. Then we all rested.

We ate a late night snack and moved our party to the playroom mats. Brad fell asleep holding Elissa and Beth in his arms. I spooned Emily who spooned Liz. When sunlight woke us I was spooned against Liz and Emily was spooned behind me. Brad was back to back with Beth and spooned with Elissa. The mats were a success.

When I released my stream in the bathroom the sound woke Elissa who joined me in the bathroom, smiling and holding my penis as I finished peeing. Then she sat and peed. I used some tp and wiped her when she was done. She stood up, thanked me and we kissed. At the end of the kiss she asked, "Any requests for breakfast?"

"French toast sandwich, sausage and ice cold milk." I said.

"Coffee?"

"For everyone else. I want milk."

We kissed again and she headed for the kitchen. I carefully went back to bed between Emily and Liz. I faced Emily. The playroom still smelled like sex. Emily and Liz stayed asleep.

The next time I woke up Emily was the only person in bed with me. Sounds of breakfast came from the kitchen. Her eyes were open and she was just a few inches from me.

She whispered, "Good Morning. Thank you for everything."

"I didn't give you everything."

"I misspoke. Thank you for everything you gave me and gave us."

"You're welcome. Everyone else is up. Why did you stay here with me?"

"Every time I wake up alone, I hate the feeling I have. I didn't want you to wake up alone."

"Open your legs, please." She did. I rolled slowly between her legs and my morning wood lined up and slid inside her. I kissed her and mated with her slowly and tenderly. The goal was not cumming. It was to connect. We kissed and connected, the tenderness and the warmth drawing us closer, uniting us. When it was perfect, we stopped. I withdrew and we lay together for a while and, without saying anything, we got up. 

I held her face in my hands and kissed her again. When the kiss ended I moved my face back a few inches and looked at her.

She said, "I love you, too."

We went to breakfast. It was noisy and filled with people laughing and enjoying being alive and loved. The energy from our joining seemed to me to be washing over around and through everything we did that morning.

Beth turned on the TV and we watched part of the Rose Parade preparations. The kitchen got cleaned up, preparations made for a big meal early in the afternoon and then Brad and I sat down to enjoy watching football. Beth came and sat on my lap during the lead in show to a game and I whispered in her ear.

"Take all the ladies in and get dressed in heels, stockings, garter belts and bras please. Be sure the bra Emily wears shows off her nipples. I want Brad to have his eyes pop out when he sees her."

She kissed me and said, "As you wish Master. You make life so much fun!"

A few minutes later Beth called out from the kitchen, "Can we bring you anything? Anything at all?"

I answered, "I'd like a diet Coke and some chips, please."

Brad said, "Chips and a Coke would be great. Thanks."

I heard the clack of high heels on our hardwood floor. I looked at the kitchen door and saw Emily walk through the door. I said, "Brad!" He looked and his mouth fell open.

None of what Emily was wearing was hers. The garter belt and hose framed her bare pussy delightfully and she seductively walked in, carrying a large glass of Coke. A shelf bra in white lace that matched the white lace of the garter belt framed her breasts. Her nipples were not covered by the bra, but sported green clothespins that bounced with every step she took. She smiled and continued to Brad. A few steps behind her Beth came in, carrying my diet Coke. She was dressed in hose; high heels and a black lace bra that had the nipples exposed, and had black clothespins bouncing with her every step. When she got to me she was working hard not to laugh.

She handed me the diet Coke and showed me the straw she had in her hand. She said, "I brought this just in case you wanted to suck something."

I accepted the straw and said, "Spread your legs, pretty woman. I want to see if I can suck a pussy through a straw." 

She spread her legs and held her pussy wide for me. I put the end of the straw on her clit and I sucked. Beth moaned. We both laughed and I said, "I can do it, but I don't like it that way. Climb up here and put your pussy on my mouth, please." 

I put the diet Coke on the side table and helped steady her as she climbed onto the chair with me. She settled her pussy on my face and I enjoyed the snack. When I stopped the score was Beth one, Pete zero. I won. The first quarter of the game on TV was over.

I saw that Brad was on the floor and Emily was beneath him, legs spread and she was making noises like she liked what he was doing.

As soon as I picked the diet Coke back up I heard heels on the floor. Elissa came in with a bowl filled with chips. Liz followed her with two bowls, one with chunky salsa and the other filled with guacamole. They put their offerings on the table between Brad's seat and mine. I got kisses from both women. Brad was busy and missed the action.

Both Elissa and Liz were perfectly dressed for the occasion. As they headed for the kitchen I called them back. "Who had the idea of the clothespins?" I asked.

Beth said, "I did, Master. Did I do wrong?"

"No. It's a good idea. However, I want to make a couple of changes. Elissa, come closer please." She did and I squeezed the pins off her nipples. I could tell it hurt when they were removed. I pinched Beth's areola and attached the pins there, one on each breast.

Involuntarily she bent forward when she felt the pinch. I said, "Attaching to the nipple is fine, but for a longer pinch attach to the areola. I want these on your beautiful tits for a long time." I turned to Liz. I said, "Liz, you love having your tits pinched, don't you?"

"Whenever it pleases you, I'm happy to feel it, Master."

"Elissa, bend forward and use your mouth to remove the pin from Liz's breast." She bent and opened her mouth. Liz watched as Elissa got the ends of the pin in her mouth and bit down slowly.

I said, "Very nice. Bite down just hard enough that when you pull your head back you pull the pin off Liz." I waited ten seconds or so and said, "Pull back."

Liz winced when the pin snapped off her nipple. "Finger her cunt. Tell me if she's wet."

Elissa's finger went inside Liz and she said, "Wet, Master." It sounded funny because she still had the pin in her mouth. I took the pin and said, "Get the other pin, with your mouth."

As soon as she bit on the pin I said, "Stop." I waited a few seconds and said, "Release the pin and take a step back, please."

Elissa stepped back. Liz and she were looking at me, wondering what was next. I said, "Liz, close your eyes and keep them closed." I stood. I whispered to Elissa. "When I slap your ass you will slap the pin from her breast. You will slap it hard! Do not slap her breast, just the pin. Understand, Sweetheart?"

"Yes, Master." I sat back down and took a drink. Elissa raised her hand and watched Liz.

Suddenly I slapped "E's" ass. Liz flinched and suddenly felt "E's" hand slap the pin! She yelped and said, "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Elissa."

"You're welcome." I said. Brad and I watched the second half of the game while being served by the ladies. When the game was over we sat to have food. In the back of my mind I was thinking about where this went from that moment into our future. My brother and his wife had lives separate from us, a house separate from us.

Brad opened the subject. "Big brother, we need to talk."

"Ok. Talk."

All four women were at the table and eating. He said, "In the last week things have really changed. Emily has discovered she needs to be controlled and I've taken on the role."

"Are you still Ok with that?"

"Yes and no. I can and will adapt to loving her the way she needs to be loved, but it'll be my way."

I sensed he was making decisions based on his needs and on Emily's needs as well. That was good.

"I may want and need some more coaching from you on being her dominant partner."

"Any time, anywhere." I said.

"However, we aren't going to live as a family. We're keeping our place and we'll sleep there."

"Excellent decision." I said.

"You and I have shared all our lives, sometimes with knowledge and once without. I don't ever want the sharing to be hidden again so, here's what I propose: any time either of us would like we can trade ladies for a visit. Anytime you would like to enjoy Emily and it doesn't conflict with plans I have already made, she's yours. On those occasions you exchange by sending someone to take care of me while Emily is here with you."

"Again, a great way of doing things. I like it. I agree."

He addressed Emily, "Sweetheart, I love you. I want you to be cared for and loved as you need and want to be loved. When Pete and I are together I am your Master, your husband, you lover and so is he. When you are alone with Pete you are to trust him as you do me. He is your Master."

It was my turn to speak, "Ladies, by your choice I am your Master. We are expanding the family to include a new Master and a new sister for you. When you are with Brad and I am not present, he is your Master. Trust him as you would me. Obey him as you would me. Take care of him as you would me."

Three voices responded, "As you wish, Master."

After a little more conversation the women went back to the kitchen and Brad and I went to the playroom. I opened the toy box and Brad examined the toys. He asked how and why things he found would be used. I explained. When he looked at some of the items Beth's previous Master had bought I had never used them so I wasn't sure how and why they were used. I called Beth and when she came to us she explained them. I decided I could throw some of them away. I'd never use them. Then I decided to ask Beth, in a way she could easily answer.

"When Jerry bought this, did he use it on Liz?" I held a harness in my hand that strapped around a head holding the mouth open with metal straps. 

"Yes, Master. He used it on both of us. We both had times when we decided to be uncontrollable and he needed to teach us about being the women we promised to be. I think he only used it two or three times on each of us."

"Liz liked being made that helpless. She liked that he fucked her face and she couldn't even resist. Am I right?"

"Yes, Master." She looked down.

I called Liz and watched her eyes and nostrils flare when she saw what I was holding. She stood near me and I handed the harness to Beth, saying, "Put this on Liz, please."

Brad said, "If it's designed for her to be helpless, maybe we should restrain her arms and legs as well. What do you think?"

"Good idea. Get some cuffs and we'll do it." I bent and probed her pussy finding her already wet. She looked bizarre in the harness. 

Beth asked, "Do you want her nose held open as well, Master?"

"Show us what that looks like." A strap snapped onto the harness and two wire straps went into her nostrils and held them open and pulled up. I had her leave them. We helped Liz sit on a pillow on the floor with her legs bent and sitting on her feet. Brad wrapped a strap of nylon webbing around her legs, holding the thigh to the lower leg so that she could not unfold her legs. I pulled her arms behind her and bound her elbows together, then her wrists. I found two leather bags in the toy box and saw they would hold her hands so she couldn't use her fingers or her fingernails. We both stepped back and said, "She's totally helpless."




2008 Ch. 10



I noticed Beth was trembling as she watched Liz. Liz's eyes watched us and I saw both fear and excitement in her eyes as well.

I took off the pajama bottoms I had worn after we got up and stood in front of Liz. Her mouth was open, held open. I saw that the harness had handholds on it so I could hold her head firmly as I fucked her face. I held the handholds and slid my cock into her mouth. Her tongue licked the underside of my shaft. She couldn't do anything except whatever I wanted to do to her. In our months together I had never made her helpless before. When I didn't want her to move I'd just told her not to move. The power dynamic was very different now. Before she had a choice. The choice was gone.

I pushed in deeper and her eyes looked up at me. She couldn't even speak. I realized I had taken away her ability to have a safe word.

"Beth, see if she can hold a ball, please." Even with the leather bag on her hand she could hold the ball with the bell inside it.

"Liz, Honey, the ball is your safe word. You're doing well. I'm going to face fuck you and cum into your throat. Then, if you swallow everything I give you, Brad's going to fuck you."

I used her to masturbate my cock. Sometimes she gagged and saliva ran from her mouth as I stroked in and out, but we didn't stop. When I unloaded in her mouth I had pushed in deep and most of what I gave her ran down her throat. I pulled out and she made noises like she tried to talk.

Brad and I leaned her back until she was on her back and Brad held her knees and slowly penetrated her. Then he stroked in and out at whatever pace he wanted. When he was ready to cum he pulled out and got his cock into her open mouth. We watched spurt after spurt shoot into her open mouth.

Brad pulled back and went to the bathroom to clean up. Beth and I untied Liz and removed the harness. Liz was pretty limp, exhausted.

I said, "Liz, I'm going to suck on your clit. Do not cum until I pinch you."

She was limp when my mouth found her clit. When I sucked she responded. Soon she was trembling and twisting at once wanting the orgasm that was coming and wanting to hold it off until I gave permission. 

She cried out in frustration and I felt spurts cumming from her. She was going to lose control and cum without permission. I pinched the skin of her inner thigh and she screamed! She screamed and cried out, "Thank you! Thank you!" 

Beth cleaned up the mess as we went to the shower. Liz was weak and I held onto her as we showered. I learned that being forced to be helpless was a powerful stimulant for Liz. Thoughts of throwing any of the toys away were dismissed. 

At dinner each woman was able to talk about sexuality as long as they talked about someone else of about "Some women." They couldn't talk about their wants, desires or responses, personally.

We watched a movie that evening and snuggled on the couches and recliner with snacks and blankets. We flipped to the channel to see the New Year arrive in New York, then just before midnight in L.A. Brad said, "Naked hug!" We all stood in the middle of the family room naked and hugging. The voice on the TV counted down the last minute of 2008. I had an arm around Elissa, and arm around Beth and Liz stood in front of me holding my cock and balls in her hand as she kissed Emily and Brad who were holding and touching Elissa and Liz.

I was missing Kaye and loving my family as the man on TV said, "Happy New Year!"

There are loose ends that haven't been tied up or reached resolution, but the year ended anyway. Does the story go on? Will there be a story called "2009"? I don't honestly know. Convince me.