Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 043
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: MF D/s

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 43
Friday:  Nellis'

      Marilyn/Merry awoke, spooned naked with her backside against her
husband/master.  The alarm clock was spewing a weather report.  "Master?
Who am I?"

	"Mmmm?" came the sleepy reply.  "Marilyn, I guess."

	"Not sure I want to be," she murmured, snuggling back into his arms.

	Master Rob groaned.  "Tell me THAT when I've got a morning hard-on!
Okay, you're still Merry.  Unfortunately, I've also got the OTHER morning
problem..."  He raised up a bit and looked down at her.  "Ever heard of
'water sports'?"

	Merry's face said she hoped he was joking, but she replied gamely,
"Yes, Master."

	Master Rob entertained the idea for a moment, then dismissed it.
"Something for another day," he sighed.

	"Like breeding me back to my offspring, Master?"

	"Yeah, like that - only a touch more likely, like lending you out to
him to serve his pleasure," Robert smiled gently.

	"In trade, Master?"

	"Variety IS the spice of life..."

      "Master has an interest in Mandi?"  Merry dreaded the reply.

      "Only a passing one.  I wouldn't want her around all of the time.  One
day, she'd lock up and snap my back like a twig!  Besides, I like my slaves
multi-orgasmic, like the little spitfire I keep in bed!"  He pinched her
butt, and arose.

      "Does Master want me to hold it for him?"  Merry asked, gaily.

      "The object of the exercise is to be able to piss!" Master Rob
responded.  "You'd better get ready for when I come back!  I'm going to sink
this thing SOMEWHERE in one stroke.  If its gonna be your pussy, it had
better be wet!"  The bathroom door closed.

      Merry went to work masturbating, running two fingers up and down her
slit to collect moisture.  When Rob returned from the bathroom 90 seconds
later, Merry was ready for him.  "How do you want me, Master?"  Merry asked.

      "Missionary style, I think," said Rob.  Merry looked mildly
disappointed.  "But I'm going to need full access - none of this operating
half buried.  Get those knees up!"

      Merry blinked.  Maybe this was going to be interesting after all...
She went from the position with her legs flat and her knees just slightly
open (Marilyn's ONLY position) to one with her knees up and her feet flat on
the mattress, spread.  "Like this, Master?"

      "Uh uh.  Get those knees up around your titties and spread 'em wide.
I want nothing between the flat plane of your pussy and my hip bones.  I
plan to go DEEP!"

      Merry followed instructions, and looked down across the plane of her
belly as Rob approached.  'Huh,' she thought, 'that IS pretty wide open...'

      Master Rob knelt up, positioned the head of his cock at the entrance
to Merry's vagina, and executed the promised single stroke entry.  Merry's
eyes saucered.  This made a BIG difference!  Suddenly, he was HUGE, and she
was getting bumped in the cervix!  Rob grinned from his position a couple of
inches from her face.  "That's right!  I spent 20 years operating only
halfway through the door!"  He then bent forward, stuck his tongue between
her lips and began long-stroking her wide open vagina.

      Merry was in Heaven.  This was great!  Not only was she getting
another 2 1/2 inches of cock than she had ever had before in her 'normal'
position, Master Rob was bashing her clitoris with his pubic bone on every
stroke!  Merry grabbed her knees and worked at lifting her pelvis into an
even more exposed position.  Rob was taking no prisoners, setting a
shattering pace, and Merry DID shatter in orgasm after two and a half
minutes, yelling "OooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GAAAAWWWWD!  Yes! Yes!
Yes!"  Two minutes later, she was back seeing stars.   Rob began to slow, so
it took four minutes for Merry to find her third - not that she was
complaining!

      Somewhere in the process of that third orgasm, Master Rob buried
himself, slumped forward, and began gushing into her, emitting a quiet
"Ahhhhhh..."  Still connected, he rolled from side to side, allowing her to
drop her legs, one by one.  Then he stuck his tongue down her throat.  After
their tongues had dueled for a time, he stopped rubbing her flanks and rose
up.  "Unfortunately, time passes in that OTHER universe, and Robert and
Marilyn need to go to work!" He extracted himself, stood, and kissed her
warmly again.  "You're released.  Now move that sweet ass!"  He moved off
toward the master bath, whistling.

      Robert began shaving, working on the usual morning preparations for
work.  Marilyn came in, fired up the shower and stood there, waiting for the
water to warm up.  Since Robert was shaving, it didn't take long.  Robert
sighed a bit as she entered the shower, moving out of his visual field.  One
thing that recent events had caused was a rediscovery of the wonder that was
his wife.  He couldn't get enough of looking at her, no matter what persona
he was wearing.

      Marilyn was caught between the pleasant afterglow and the warm water.
The idea of going in to the law office where she worked as an assistant held
little interest this morning.  Too bad that Robert didn't get paid what his
commitment and technical expertise were worth at his job in a corporate data
center...  He did well, but they asked a lot of him - nights and weekends -
six figures' worth, in her opinion.  Then he came home to... Marilyn began
to sniffle a bit. Master Rob's object lesson had sunk in a bit, and the
import of what she had denied them both over the years was beginning to hit
home.

      In an unprecedented move, the shower door popped open and Robert
stepped in.  "You're using all of the hot water," he murmured - but he did
NOT reach for the soap.  He stepped forward, pressing himself against her
back and reached around, cupping her breasts.  In the process, he discovered
her shoulders shaking as she sobbed.  "What's the matter, Sweetheart?" he
asked, concerned.

      Marilyn leaned back into his embrace.  "I've been a shit, haven't I?"

      Robert studied this from several angles.  Sometimes with a woman,
total honesty made things worse... "You didn't know any better."

      "I'm going to be a good girl from now on..." Marilyn began.

      "Who's this 'good girl' going to be?" Robert asked, seriously.
"Marilyn, or Merry?"

      "I - I don't know!" Marilyn admitted.

      "We CAN have a satisfying sex life without dominance and submission
games," Robert pointed out.

      "I know, but - paradoxically - when I'm Merry, I feel so free!"

      Robert grinned, "That's because Master Rob is taking responsibility
for whatever outrageous behavior you're exhibiting.  Somebody's going to go
to Hell for that - but it won't be Merry - she's not responsible!  That's
your thought process..."

      "Yes, that's part of it - but there is also the risk-taking.  I never
know what Master Rob will do next!"  She turned and gazed into Robert's
eyes, "What if I wanted to be Merry all of the time?"

      Robert smiled.  "Dina's vision of you doing housework in a dog collar
and high heels comes true!  Without the heels - I prefer you barefoot.  You
have pretty feet!"  He turned serious. "Then I would lose that person with
whom I have maintained a relationship based upon trust and equality for 20
years.  A person whose intelligence and opinions I value."

      "Can't you ask a slave's opinion?"

      "Certainly - but the opinions of a slave are irrelevant to a master by
definition.  If I value the opinions of a slave, then that person ceases to
be a slave in some small part."

      "I disagree," Marilyn said, seriously. "If you acquire a slave to keep
your books, to a certain extent you trust that slave's judgment to do it
properly - or it would be valueless to you.  Certainly, you supervise, and
ultimately the slave can be punished - even put to death - for errors, but
you rely upon the slave within the area of its expertise."

      "You make a good point - and you brought up one.  Thus far, Merry has
seen very little in the way of punishment for her transgressions.  Dominance
must be exercised occasionally - even capriciously - to maintain the
relationship, else the slave loses respect for the master.  How long will it
be before Merry loses respect for Master Rob?"

      Marilyn stood back and put her hands on her hips, "Last night wasn't
torture?"

      "It was extremely mild - and more mental than physical.  There was a
heavy element of degradation, which Merry seems to respond to. But what
happens when they get around to the physical?  I suspect that it is coming -
and soon!"  Robert grabbed the soap.  "The water's getting cold; let's
continue this outside, if we have time!"

      They washed each other quickly, only engaging in a small amount of
horseplay - but both acknowledged to themselves that it was fun.  As they
dried each other off, Robert resumed the discussion, "Another thing.  Has it
occurred to you that Master Rob is stressful to me?   The way he operates
runs counter to everything I believe in."

      Marilyn caught and held his eyes.  "Are you sure?  Sunday night, I
looked into your eyes and a door opened.  A man I'd never met walked out and
took charge - but it was absolutely natural!  Robert, you didn't make Master
Rob up, you let him out!  He's in there, and he's a part of you, whether
you're ashamed and embarrassed by him or not!  And he gets his jollies by
manipulating people, controlling them in ways you never have, ways you have
always been told are wrong!  What if sometimes they're not?  What benefits
can you reap from letting Master Rob out of his box?"  She reached out and
grabbed him by his biceps.  "Robert, people do this!  The important thing is
to be honest about it - to yourself and to others!"

      Robert frowned, "Maybe."  Marilyn had rubbed his nose in something he
had been trying to sweep under the rug.  Master Rob WAS a permanent resident
in his psyche - not just a visitor.  He'd discovered that Sunday night, too,
but he hadn't wanted to admit it to himself.  "For now, let's go on as we
are.  And let's keep an eye on Rick and Mandi's model!"

      Marilyn nodded, looking serious.  She let go of him, but again engaged
his eyes.  "Will there be pain?"

      Robert's face changed, as Master Rob paid a visit.  The stone face
nodded, "There will be pain."  The expression said something else, too.
Master Rob's expression said that pain was unavoidable, no matter what
either of them wanted.  Merry nodded and turned away, and they resumed
preparing to go to work.

      Downstairs, Rick and Dina were eating breakfast when their parents
arrived.  Rick was yawning hugely.  It was with great reluctance that he
took Mandi home the previous night at 11:30.  Mandi was addictive; Rick was
beginning to find the idea of a bed without her in it to be more and more
unsatisfactory.  He addressed Dina, "Hey, Sis, why don't we get the whole
crowd together and do something tonight?  Maybe a movie?"

      Dina entertained the idea, and agreed, "Sure!  I've got things to
accomplish that can't be done at school.  Dinner after - and maybe a little
clubbing?" Turning to her mother, she put an innocent face on it, "I'd be
with Rick and our friends..."

      Robert and Marilyn exchanged glances.  "It IS Friday..." Robert
pointed out.

      "If this thing shakes out the way you're describing, I will probably
pass on it.  Call me later and let me know what you're REALLY doing, and
I'll make the call," Marilyn directed.

      Rick rolled the grenade, "Uh, I might want to stay over at Mandi's..."
      Again, the silent parental communication occurred.  "I'll want to hear
from Helen that it's okay."  Marilyn responded.  "You two are moving in the
fast lane, and such things can burn out; I'm warning you!  If Helen
approves, I'll allow it.  But I want to find a message on the machine that
tells me EXACTLY where you are - and I'm going to check!"

      "Yes, Mum." Rick had the grace not to grimace.  All in all, it was
more than fair.  Turning to Dina, he said, "Okay! Let's get this show on the
road!"  The pair made for the door, school and plans for the evening
uppermost in their minds.

      Marilyn and Robert followed a few moments later, both late for work.