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 M5...  Hanger handy, Mariana, Kelly's maid, opened the door.  "Curly bush,
Hurry, Mistress waits for you." Without hesitation, Marylou efficiently
unzip her dress, pass it over her head and fold it on the hanger before
passing it back to Mariana.  The border of her smooth white puffy labia go
over the panties while she graciously removed her shoes and pick up the
slippers.  Following, in her fine lingerie, Mariana in the corridor of
Kelly house, transit Marylou from external reality to Mistress realm.  The
will to please saturates her emotions.  Her nakedness elicits the weird
tingling in her lower belly.  Marylou accomplishes her ritual greetings to
Mistress satisfaction, reveling in the familiar, enthralling, confusion of
her sensitive clitoris rolling between her Mistress thumbs and forefinger.
Oblivious to the keen interest of a visiting couple Marylou gives herself
to the game.  Her vigorous moans offer her arousal to Kelly's altar and set
a strange atmosphere in the room.  A small guttural cry from her throat
punctuated the conclusion of the massage.  She never orgasmed during
salutations.  Mistress stopped before crossing the edge and Marylou took
the pleasure given without pushing.  "Sweet expressions my dear, arrange
yourself." Marylou pulled up the panties on her crotch.  "Mistress Linda,
let me present you Marylou, my new panties slave." Swiftly the well trained
Marylou cross over to Linda armchair to expose again her glistening rosy
Venus mounds.  Linda's eyes explore the fullness of the flushed body. 
After taking a good measure of the offered flesh, Linda's forefingers seek
the G-spot inside Marylou's vagina while her thumb press on the girl
prominent love bud until she trembles feverishly.  "Your face in bliss
evokes pure beauty." "Thank you, Mistress." "Let me tell you our purpose.
Some years ago, I met Sir James in circumstances similar to yours and, from
that day, my arousal over passed my husband's.  His lack of interest for my
change and his eagerness to follow my suggestion mimics your story as told
by Kelly.  We decided to share our experience with you.  Panties slaves
pull them back up after the Mistress thank you my dear." Flushing even
more, from her mistake in protocol, Marylou relocated the fabric, still
hanging loose in the middle of her thigh, to the top of her legs.  The
husband continued.  "One day my wife eagerness for sex burst out of her.  I
loved it without hesitation.  Another day she tells me that it all steamed
from a middle life passion!  The truth knocked me down as a jealous and
worthless wreck.  Somehow that same day she found the strength to
established herself as my Mistress.  I had wanted it before and some pull
lingered in it.  In the beginning, the image of my wife, obeying Sir James
obscene demands and screaming her head out under the plowing of his cock,
devastated me.  I felt worthless.  Her persistent love carried me during
this difficult period until I realized which set of her needs I could
cover. Sir James potency filled her void without turning me into a useless
man!  She could love the lesser man filling most her life and fulfill her
vaginal needs with better cocks.  She gets the pounding, which to my dismay
I still cannot give her, where she can.  Denying her the chance was selfish
and limiting.  Today the deep seated satisfaction of our relationship
overcomes any jealousy and her marvelous pussy provides me with delicious
moment, which possibility I ignored in our previous life.  My unique place
in her heart comforts me.  We enjoy our time together.  Master presence wet
her, no Viagra for me and no menopause dryness for her.  Mistress Linda
controls my dick.  I do ejaculate when and where she said.  I'm proud of
it. I got my fair share of her pussy.  She expects me to take my pleasure.
She does not berate my early comings.  The real delight of her interiors,
appearing only after my submission, was worth suffering the jealousy and
the humiliations.  As added benefits, her position entitles me to
attentions unattainable on my own, like being sucked by two naked beauties,
and introduction to fancy parties.  I do not regret the pains and hardship
on my way to my submissive place.  Her joy arouses me.  I never stray from
her pussy and I'm her only male slave.  The years have proven the goodness
of the deal." "Imagine the thrill of your husband licking with adoration
his come from your hand or waiting at your whim, the satisfaction of his
hungry hard on filling your hand hoping for a favor!  I love him so much.
My love saves him from the death of jealousing alpha males privileges.  The
glow of my experience with James supported my dominating personae through
rough waters.  My husband doubted my abilities to love a submissive man or
my dominating skills during the surprising diet I submitted him to.  My
Master taught me how to be a Mistress.  As Master's slave I saw the
benefits of my husband position.  A strict regimen, pussy only on Saturday,
my hand or his hand on Wednesday and humping on Friday, got him used to
obey.  When an exceptionally gallant action swung my mood, I treated him to
my mouth.  Skipping Wednesday or Friday milking meant no Saturday threat.
The poor dear fought it quite hard.  Do you remember my love?" "Wanking in
front of your wet pussy humiliated me.  I died of jealousy for your
subsequent insatiable appetite for my tongue afterward.  I have been so
envious of your pleasure.  The unfairness of coming in my own hand before
licking you without end was hard to overcome.  Your blissful expressions
rewarded me.  I still cherish your face during my ministration." "My dear
never forget that a wife, running sexual affairs, brings her husband to a
rediscovery of pussy capabilities.  Hang onto that.  You will come out
fine. Submissive men have a hard time taking pleasure while covering your
needs.  Take charge and the delight of a welcoming sheath becomes his to
enjoy.  He will be very grateful.  You will learn how to give him his need
with enthusiasm when yours are well covered.  First control his sperm
production.  Get him used to ejaculate when you said.  The way you said. 
Make sure he cleans any mess.  Don't make a big fuss about sneaky
masturbation.  Do make sure he spurts in every condition you request.  Have
a schedule and caprices.  After a while he will not dare loose his spunk.
Find imaginative ways, some he will apprehend and some he will crave.  If
you are going to let him come this day always make him come before licking
you.  They are quite lazy about it in the beginning.  Don't relent.  For
some reason the licking get much better after a while when they don't
expect anything from it.  Never let him orgasm after pleasuring you.  Let
him have his way with your pussy when you let him in.  Don't bitch about
premature coming, make him suck his way out.  When you are happy, let him
have a quick taste of his own.  If he displeases you leave him dry for a
while.  With you in charge, he will find his marks in your pussy.  What do
you think my love?" "Mistress, I love you.  I'm full of gratitude when I
contrast my time inside you now versus before submitting.  You have no
anger when your pussy ravishes me into orgasm and you became generous for
my pleasure.  I thank you for the gift." "Isn't he sweet?  The poor honey
wears his restraint because of you my dear.  Doesn't evoking my pussy make
you harder, honey?" "You know very well, my adulated torment of a Mistress,
the annoyance of a cock pushing against its restraint." "Do you still love
me?" "That you also know." "Show Marylou your restrained cock." He
organizes his clothes neatly on the floor.  Mistress Linda grazed his
genitals with one hand while the other played over Marylou's panties.  Both
submissive, showing signs of intense arousal, ate each over with their
eyes. "How do you feel about your husband's cock pushing against the
leather?" "Doesn't it hurt him?" "Does telling your love secret in
underwear hurts you?" "I hate a lot of it.  It changed my life." "Look at
him, drooling for you!  Watching your proud nipples!  You will remember
your arousal and his, when your turn comes to lead the operations.  He
likes it.  He whines sometimes but he likes it.  Learning how to love a
weak man took some practice.  I do admire his ability to control, for me,
his impulse to push his cock into me.  I love his presence, his attentions
and his serene acceptation of me.  Dominant man cannot do that.  Many of
them stay alone because they cannot control themselves.  My man does not
stray from me, even with his throbbing cock inches from a hungry pussy.  He
promised me to never taste another pussy and I trust him.  He remembers how
new harmonies steamed from me only after somebody else fucked my sex awake.
Your man will also trust you completely." "I do despise my husband for his
cock's limitations.  He withdraws when I need him the most.  We cannot talk
about it.  I got mad at him about coming too early quite often.  It is
useless.  Someday I thought that he did not want to make any effort for me.
I got so frustrated that often I'd rather not engage in penetration.  He
can't understand.  He can't do anything about it.  The guilt pushed him to
suck me without demanding return, although only recently did he lick me
after he came.  I'm still in doubt about if he really likes it.  He talked
at one point about being my slave although nothing like the treatment you
suggested.  Some images were attracting but I'm afraid to hurt him.  I do
relish his cock throbbing for me.  My recent comfort in presence of his
hard cock did rejuvenate me.  Demanding his emissions looks a great idea.
It provides an easy way to deflate his cock and prolong his sexual plateau.
I will try to set it your way." "Our community will welcome your couple and
sharing his experience with other man in his position will help." "Thank
you.  He has been very eager to follow my suggestion recently but had not
asked for me to be his Mistress in a long time." "It does not matter.  What
kind of suggestion did he comply with?" "He refrains from penetration after
pleasing me.  He also follows closely my rhythm while eating me" "Very good
my dear, you should not have any difficulty.  Tell him about Sir James and
tell him that you whish to be his Mistress." "Just like that?" "He may
resist a little bit.  Remember my own husband path while guiding him
through his steps.  He wants to serve you.  He cannot fill you.  Your angry
hunger deprives him of the best a wife can give her husband.  You both end
frustrated.  This scenario will make everybody happy.  You get sated.  He
looses the guilt.  He keeps an aroused wife around.  Our community will
help him cope with his hurt pride.  Relax and go for it my dear." "I will
become Sir James slave and he will spank me." "Don't make a big fuss of it.
After he is done you will wonder why you were so scared of it.  Slaves get
spanked all the time.  He does it to me too and worst.  Your choice must be
made." "I have made it already." "So stop whining about it." "Thank you for
your advice." "When you have your husband in hand we will have lunch with
our two men, my dear." "I look forward to it."

   Conversation with Maxime.

   Seated face to face in the kitchen, during dinner, my husband perceived
the trouble of my soul.  "Marylou what is eating you?" "Shouldn't we talk
about the recent changes in our sex life?" "I love our new ways." "My
renewed interest may not be due entirely to the energy left in me since the
children departure to college." "Do we have to talk about that?" "Yes, we
do.  The time had come." "You are so dramatic.  You scare me." "You are not
going to like it.  Promise me you will love me whatever happen." "You know
I love you and I will always love you." "I met a man." "It was too good to
be true!  Your sudden passion came from another guy visits between your
legs!  You screamed in my arms thinking of him!  I hate you.  What I'm
going to do!  " "We did not make love.  No flesh ever entered me except
yours.  He freed the fountains of my sexuality without getting into me. 
Let me explain.  I love you.  I need you.  I will renounce him for you.  No
other man has yet defiled my sanctity." "Well then, let's forgets about
him. I will forget the conversation.  We will go back to our past life
together." "Please Maxime don't make it harder than necessary.  Why loose
today's delight without a fight?  Isn't it worth it?" "I'm no cuckold and
that is the end of it.  I'd rather stay away from you than suffer hell
imagining you with another man." "Maxime don't you cherish my happiness?"
"You look sad while you say those words.  We share wondrous memories from
the last months but I will not condone your cuckolding me.  The image of my
wife, spreading her legs for another man, would pursue me in my dream."
"Look at me and stop hurting your pride with this horrible idea.  You
recently discovered great pleasure in a new way of spreading my legs for
you and I enjoyed it too.  Why throw away this harmony?  Don't you like my
warm body wrapping itself around you, full of passion?  Why loose that?"
His hand was in mine and our gazes were locked.  I opened my heart to him.
My face, full of love, impresses a subtle change in his mind, hopefully
erasing, during the emotionally loaded silence, the terrible picture
obsessing him.  "How can I love you if I never know who your are screaming
for?  How could you love me if I accepted another man in your life?" "Sir
James catalyzes our love.  I will build for you a special place that
reaches full bloom with his presence.  How could I embrace the man that
froze my sexual life?" "You could not love me if I demand respect for our
vow?" "Honey let's take a chance at a great passion.  His space and yours
do not mix.  True the beginning will be hard for your manliness.  He
sprinkles a lot of humiliation on me in my submissive position.  Only your
sweet and considerate treatment, which enhances my confidence and beauty,
allow me to take it.  I will find a path for you.  I will lead you to
pleasure and peace.  A little bit of him entitles me to completely
appreciate you.  Let's try it my love.  The new height of our intimacy will
largely compensate for the unusual situation." The offering of endless
night of passion contained in her announcement, reinforced by a promising
body posture, shove reward on the other side of the scale.  He cools down
to reevaluate the past months.  He knew deep inside that something was
wrong with her moods changes.  He pays now for his laziness and fear.  He
did not push for the truth.  He had been scare to loose it.  Now is the
time to settle score.  A willing wife warming one's bed every night might
deserve effort.  "Why would we need him at all?  Can't you love me without
it?  Can't you be passionate without him?" "My love he stirred it. 
Mistress Kelly suggested lots of the power play we acted." "Who is Mistress
Kelly?" ABC "His associate.  I visited her house twice a week since I met
him.  Sir James himself I saw only twice in fact.  His treatment uncorked
my submissive side.  In parallel I could ask you what pleases me.  I
experienced the satisfaction of obeying a benevolent person will.  His well
established harem makes his desire purer.  You please me with your
attention to my person and I'm so grateful for it but the obvious need of
your cock stop me from cloaking you in a magical savior clothe.  With you
my sexuality stays in parenthesis, opening only from time to time.  His
whish bursts open the barrier.  You push me into sex occasionally.  He
breaks my resistance and promotes sex to a permanent fixture of my life. 
Let's respect the magic and enjoy it together.  I would not be the first
married woman submitting to him." "What did you do there?" "Well I
stripped, model naughty lingerie, helped with house chores, masturbated,
serve tea in compromising costume for guests and told too many details
about my sex life in presence of lot of female flesh but no hard cock.  "
"How did you get to serve a gang nude when you would not serve me dressed?"
"I cannot understand.  It does not make any sense.  It happened.  He told
me to strip and I did.  His radiating presence renders his demands
impossible to resist.  Should we call that a magical aura?  I do not know.
As a matter of fact less than ten minutes after meeting him my panties were
in my bag and one hour later my dress rested in a sales clerk hands.  At
Mistress home all those girls walk around stark naked without second
though. The sex with you got much better.M It betided very quickly.  You
know this phantasm of being taken in the street furtively in the entrance
of a building, he elaborated on it although without taking me.  Let's say
that his dominant aura burst my submissive side." The bulge in his pant
told the change in the orders of his preoccupations.  My submission to
James turned the pig on.  "You pulled down your panties for him after less
than two minutes!  I cannot believe it!" "It happened." "Would you do it
for me?" "Certainly not.  I intend to be your Mistress.  I control my
panties.  My bout on the submissive side got me turned on the all scheme."
"You expect me to be your sex slave?" "You behaved closely to one those
days.  We did follow pattern suggested by Sir James.  You did notice those
mood changes.  How I responded to your wish at time and lead you at
another's." "You got me by surprise.  Why would you refuse me what you give
to him?" "You are you and he is him.  I love you and I could not live
everyday with you if I did for you what I do for him." "I always dreamed of
you searching for my pleasure." "In that case why didn't you take advantage
of my "use me" mood to fuck me silly?" "I want you to be happy." "Which is
why I love you." "Can't I be happy too?  Can't you love me for who I'm?" "I
do.  Recall those past weeks.  You orgasmed much better when you suck me
each time the mood hit me than when you got your ways.  You need me to
control the threshold of your ejaculations.  In our years together too much
sex left you moody and nervous, much snappier than when you don't have
enough.  In truth you frustrate yourself and I cannot do anything about it.
You would hate a frustrated wife spending her time kneeling at your feet
sucking on your dick.  You would be guilty like hell and I would be board.
Nobody will be happy if I let you treat me like he does.  Your dick's
dependence on your brain smashes its liveliness.  Sperm's lost bland it for
you.  Your avowed interest had always been for the submissive position not
the dominant one.  You meekly followed my wants and you liked it.  Make it
happen my dear, face who you are.  You like better a hard cock than a
satisfied one.  I will take good care of you my love.  I have what it
takes." Silky tone, opposing the harshness of her words, evoked the
unrivaled contact of her feminity in the right mood, the willingness of her
mouth and the lightness of her hands.  She spoke the truth, why fight with
his natural place?  Still the judge in his mind screamed fool!  Everybody
despise the cuckold, the butt of every joke.  He thought that he would
know, that it would be his choice and hence will not be a real one.  Maxime
cock hardens with eager anticipation.  The last period was too good to
abandon.  He could pay the price.  He did enjoy her controlling his path
into the celestial area of physical pleasure.  Her mischievous relaxed
smile, at the sight of the developing bulge, signaled her victory against
his jealousy.  The benefit to his own instrument engrossed his mind instead
of the liberality pledged to the other cock.  "Marylou would you really act
as my Mistress?" "I'm fighting for it now.  What attracts you in the
situation?" "I hope to turn you on.  I do I feel sloppy after orgasming and
too often I came too early for you.  Being dependent on you turn me on. 
I'm scared of ending up frustrated.  I hate those nights when the lingering
smell of your aroused feminity fills the air and my hard dick keep me
awake. The humiliations will hurt me and I hate wanting it.  I'm all tingly
talking about it.  I'll do what you say.  We could adjust if it becomes
unbearable.  Could not we?" "Some things never adjust back.  I expect and
hope than change will better us but don't fool you about ever getting back
today power balance.  Today I take care of you above my own choice;
tomorrow you will care for me first, whatever I need, above your own
choices.  You will suck me to orgasm.  I won't let you in." "I already do
that." "Only since I met him.  Also you will come when I say in the
circumstances I said.  You will wank for me and eat your come from my hand.
How could you forget my presence in those moments?  Those happening cannot
be reversed.  Undue pressures will play against you.  You hand me over real
power over your life.  You will do more laundry and clean up.  You will
crave my mouth.  You will see me screaming under another man.  You will
know I submit to my Master.  The presence of your cock in my cunt will be
justified by the delight it brings me and not your craving.  Forget about
being on your back while I hump you.  Your pleasures depend on my choices.
You better get good result when you play with my body, otherwise we will
stop.  I will never fake it.  There is no need.  You offer to please me
when you like but you stop when I said.  Too often, for you, you will nurse
a hard on to sleep.  How does it sound?" "Marylou, let's give it a try.  We
were due for a change anyway." "Husband, you ask me to take control over
your dick?" "Yes.  I'm compelled.  I cannot resist the light in your eyes.
You have been so reluctant about it before." "I have learn for myself the
energy in the ambiguity of the situation." "Painful reminder!" "Do you
already regret the license?" "No I will obey your will." "Shall we start
now?" "Yes Madam." "Dinner preparation is on me during the week.  You will
serve and clean up.  On week end we will work in the house together under
my supervision." "I'm quite tired after a day at work.  Will I, at least,
get vacations from time to time?" "You requested me to quit my job to take
care of our family so we will ignore that argument.  You better close that
topic because I could get a job as well.  I take your question to be: Will
I relieve you from service?" "Will you?" "My love, you will loose comfort
in this new situation and some bridges are already crossed.  The look of
your pans pushes for it but I hear your fear.  Should we call it a day?"
"Please Madam excuse my doubts.  Do you have any regret down that path?" "I
want you to go for it but I would not switch with you.  In our new deal,
you obey my whish and I obey my Master.  You will be jealous of him.  You
will loose comfort.  I will gain some.  I will love you.  If you are aware
of it and still choose to go for it.  I'm merry." "Could I hope for some
solace in my suffering?" "In time, trust me my love.  I'm done with dinner.
You may bus the table my love." With a last look to her face he stood up to
start collecting her plate.  Her hand grazed the lump at his crotch while
he froze, a plate already in the air.  The vibes from his balls under the
fabric confirm the depth of his commitment.  She knew what to do next. 
"Pull those pans down, my love, time to feel your skin." His quiet removal
of his pans and underwear free his erected dick for her hand's light
grazing.  His moans and pushes of his hips sealed their new deal.  The
harmony between their fleshes reached a new height.  His cock did not
frighten her at all.  She could stop or continue at whish.  She could have
it go limp simply by wanking him to ejaculation.  His marvelous erotic
reaction left him in her palm.  The feeling of achievement, from the
maleness thriving between her finger, could finally activate, without any
risk, the flow between her own legs.  He will not plunge into her too early
or excite her only to satisfy himself.  Heretofore this warm long vibrating
thing obeyed her whish.  She let go of his cock.  "That's it for now my
love.  Get on your job." "Thank you Mistress." After a last moan, he
grabbed his pans to pull them back up.  On impulse she stopped him "My love
why don't you take them off?" He sat on his chair for a minute to remove
his shoes.  Soon his pans and underwear disturbed the kitchen floor.  His
dick protruded strongly ahead of him while he set again upon his task.  She
stopped him again.  "My love you cannot expect me to take care of your
clothes on the floor.  Fold them nicely on your chair.  Later you will
bring them back in your closet which will make a perfect occasion to put on
your yellow body top." Nervous from her demands, he folded the offending
object on a chair and set for the third time his attention upon cleaning
the kitchen under the enervating gaze of his new mistress.  Her regular pat
of his bottom, for which he volunteered playfully the material, was quite
uncomfortable in real life.  After a while, satiated with his show, she
left him at his task with her last instructions: "Bring my tea in the
living room after your are done and do not forget to change your attire."
His erection abated after her exit.  He performed the requested details in
his wife cleaning routine and went on it efficiently until the complete
list was checked out.  The air moving around his balls and his dick,
jerking freely with his move, colored the job in a new light.  The kettle
on the fire, he dashed upstairs to grab the requested shirt, beating the
whistle by almost half a minute.  The tray in his hand rattles more his
maleness than the missing pans when he entered the living room to the sound
of his wife's voice on the phone.  "Amazing happening for me today.  I met
a happy couple at Kelly.  The woman helped me to find a way to tell my
husband." He placed the tray on the table close to her.  Strongly he
commanded her attention.  "One moment dear, Maxime came in with my tea."
The voice on the phone responded: "Lucky you to have married such a dear!"
He said: "Whom are you talking to?  I don't want you to tell all the world
about our new arrangement." In the phone Marylou said: "One moment my dear"
Before continuing for him: "Well those choices belongs to your Mistress my
love.  I have the confidence to let you know and I always tell Suzan what's
happening in my life.  She knows my taste for cuddling in your arms, the
extreme quality of your tongue and the sensitivity of your trigger.  You
should thank me to be honest with you instead of doing it in your back. 
Now be a dear and pour my tea.  One tea spoon sugar and a drop of milk."
"Yes Mistress." The active pulsing of his cock did not escape Marylou
attention.  Suzan and Marylou relationship lasted since about four years.
Suzan knowledge of those details explained some wandering of the
conversation during dinner three days ago.  The fact that she had always
been privy to the details of their sexual life dwells on him.  He wondered
about the next visit.  This event, which did not fit at all with his idea
of the new arrangement, distresses him but his cock ignores his reticence.
"Sorry for the interruption my dear." "You were at Kelly this afternoon."
"We discussed about informing my husband.  How to tell him about Sir James
and the fountain of my newfound lust." "Did you reach a solution?" "Yes I
told him already!" "And he brings you tea while you chat with me. 
Congratulation my dear!" Standing in the middle of the room he listened to
his wife conversation with a wrenched stomach.  Her toes twitched
tastefully.  He sat at her feet to massage them.  She covered the mouth
piece to send him a sweet thank you.  "The afternoon itself was quite
drenching.  You remember how I have to wear this naughty teddy at her
house?" "Quite well, my dear.  Small sexy things." "Her maid stripped me in
the entrance as usual.  A couple was with her in the boudoir.  Being
presented in underwear changes the aspect of the conversation.  Imagine,
the man of the couple submit to the woman!  They enthusiasm for the new
balance in their life convinced me to try for myself.  The man confidence,
that the benefits compensated handily the loss of comfort, erased my guilt.
The woman told me exactly what I needed to know to make it happen for
myself.  Also it became evident to me that I was jealous of Kelly position.
The pain, I imagine in the submissive, make the Master the bad guy but the
arousal submerging me here balanced it.  She might abuse my meekness but I
win too.  As long as I kept some freedom it was all right."
"Congratulations my dear, you broke the codependence barrier!  I' m so
jealous of you.  I whish I could be a small mouse to see what is
happening." "There may be ways." "What do you mean?" "Think about it
honey." "You are smarter than me.  Just tell me what's in your mind."
"Well, think about it for yourself.  We will take it from there.  I got to
go now.  Bye my dear.  Sweet dreams." "Bye..." Marylou lay down the phone
to give her full attention to the contact on her feet.  His complete
devotion procured an insight on unknown possibilities of her senses.  His
mouth, speeding up along her shank, crossed the knee level on its way to
the top of her thigh.  "My dear, come up close to me for a minute, will
you." Still kneeling at her feet, he approached his face to her face.  She
guided his head on her bosom and embraces his shoulders in her arms.  The
joyful peace emanating from her appeased the twitch of his stomach.  His
hard cock pushing against her thigh comforts her.  Her regular heartbeat
resonated in his ear.  "You will wait for an invitation before you advance
between my thigh, on my butt or around my breast.  Any of your caresses on
the rest of my body are welcome.  The erogenous area belongs to me.  Thank
you for giving yourself to me without restriction.  Trust me.  Your
happiness lives in my heart.  I love the things you do for me." Their
passionate kiss sealed the agreement.  "Husband, would you like to hear one
of my untold dream?" "Sure, honey." "You wank for me while peeking at my
underwear.  I receive your come in my hands and you lick them clean.  You
suck me to fulfillment.  I long for you to make me cum after, only for me,
without any interest beyond my pleasure." "You are the Mistress." She hold
him tenderly for a while, wrapping his pulsing cock between her finger. 
"Stand up, my dear." Now both of her hands navigated his cock, balls and
buttock while he moaned intensely, hoping for the contact to continue
forever.  The fresh, light touch of her fingers regales his crotch.  The
quick pulses on the front of his cock fires all over his mast.  His moaning
from the back of his throat called his love for her.  "Your turn now, my
dear." Her hands left his skin.  He formed his fingers in a circle and
moved it up and down his dick.  He found contact with his own pleasure
although lacking the surprise and fullness of hers.  She was watching him.
Fearing her contemptuousness, he did not dare check her expression. 
Wanking for his wife proved pathetic.  Her declaration of love and promises
to help him resonated in his ears, mitigating the shame.  She was his
Mistress.  She tells him when to come and how.  Her dress had gone.  The
triangle of her white panties captivated his gaze.  Her body undulated for
him.  His contact got stronger and more precise.  He kept switching from
her tits almost visible under the light fabric of her bra, to her crotch.
His hand cleared the path to his orgasm.  He could come quite easily from
there.  He kept stroking.  Should not he warn her of the imminence of his
spurt?  Unsure he slowed down the movement, losing the window.  He wanted
to watch her face, still he was afraid of her expression.  Even if she was
only amused instead of contemptuous the blow was hard to take.  She could
not be loving or proud of her man wanking for her.  Well, she was his
Mistress now.  She had requested him to wank for her.  He looked at her. 
She was amused, content and aroused.  She talked: "You will tell me when
you are ready and I will tell when you to come." "Yes, Mistress." His
movement accelerated.  His breath accelerated.  He could come anytime now.
He told her: "Mistress, your whish is my command." "A little bit more,
watching you makes me hot." Her hands cruised on his thigh.  Her body came
close under his cock.  His palms shake his dick.  His face twisted from the
titillations of the touches.  "Are you still ready, my love." "Yes,
Mistress." Her hands came around his dick to collect his spurt.  "Let it
go, my dear." The added stimulation of her touch send him in a strange
orgasm, a new type of sensation, long, strong and localized on the front of
his cock.  He did felt more satisfied than with most of their fuck.  Her
hands pearled with his come.  He kneeled at her side willing to taste it
from her.  She inserted her gooey fingers one by one into his mouth.  He
licked his semen from her until the last drop, slowly recovering from his
relief.  The sleepiness common after orgasming falls on him.  "You will
always lick your come when you spurt outside of me, wn't you, my love?"
"Yes Mistress." "Now you will not sleep yet.  You will take care of my
felicity.  Wake up my sensuality.  Touch me everywhere.  Strip me.  Kiss me
everywhere.  Now all my body is open to you." He was sleepy but she was his
Mistress.  He mustered his forces to cater to her.  His cock stayed limp
while he warmed her body.  His hands found her skin.  The reaction of her
skin awakens his mind.  A divide on her panties marked her cleft.  He
grazed the groove pushing harder on the small spot.  Her abandonment to his
caress stirred his emotions.  He enjoyed her obvious contentment.  He
slipped his fingers under the fabrics.  She pushed against the touch moving
her legs apart to call him and pushing her pelvis against him.  She had his
attention but his cock stayed limp.  His other hand joins on warming all
other her bottom.  She whispered: "Take it off." He pushed down the damp
fabric.  Her engorged split received his caress.  She whispered again:
"Touch me everywhere, down there.  Don't forget my butt.  Please, my love."
He grabbed all her bottoms in his hand, caressing and pressing.  She
shivered.  She unhooked her bra.  "I'm ready for more.  Suck it now." He
pushed open the labia to access her button.  His position encouraged
strokes lateral to her cleft.  He created a rhythm, careful to monitor her
slim reactions.  He relished her fingers stroking his head indicating her
mood.  Her pelvis' pushes responded to his best strokes.  Her taste was
different.  The smell encouraged his cock to extend a little bit.  "Your
fingers, my love, please put your fingers." He visited her interiors,
searching for her reactions.  Her vagina wall quivered for him.  Her moans
shrilled, forming in a rapid succession of single words, encouragements for
his moves and announcements of her imminent joy.  She shakes noisily under
his caress.  He listened closely during her orgasm to her finger tapping on
his head to adhere to her subtle need of the moment.  She took him in her
arms for a while, thanking him for his gift, feeling his half hearted
hardness.  "I need more.  Can you give me more?" "You made me come already.
I'm not twenty anymore, my dear." "Don't be silly.  I need more of your
mouth.  Get the dildo.  I need to be filled up.  Will you?" "Yes,
Mistress." He came back with the silicone.  "Lay on the floor on your
back." She holds the dildo on his chest and impaled herself on it before
sitting on his head, her sex pushing on his mouth.  "Pull your tongue out
and make a small hole at the end of it." He did.  "Leave it there.  I will
move." She crunched her pelvis all around the point of his tongue.  Humping
his tongue she send herself to a string of orgasm.  Her wetness overflowed
on his cheek and in his nose, submersing him in juices and smell.  The
intensity of her need tired and overwhelmed him.  He was scared that one
day such demand might target his cock.  He could never stay hard long
enough to spend her.  She finished her party.  They went to bed holding
tenderly to each over.

   The following day Marylou set up Friday night for Sir James dinner.  At
Kelly Marylou received the last details for the evening's format.  She will
serve Sir James while he entertains her husband.  She will express her best
submissive attitude toward Sir James and don't forget the signs.  The
request of taking her must come from her husband.  She will offer herself
until her husband allows consummation.  The penetration will turn her into
Sir James slave.