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When I awoke that next morning Maria was still next to me, dozing contentedly. The aroma of coffee aroused me—not that way, I love my coffee in the morning. I gently moved my arm from beneath Maria's head, and made my way to the kitchen. Miranda stood next to the counter, waiting on the coffee pot to finish brewing the nectar of life. She was still nude, and was absolutely radiant in the morning light. Packages of bacon, sausage and eggs were out on the counter. She obviously was preparing to cook up a big, hardy breakfast for us. I asked if I could help.
She regarded me for a moment. I'd almost forgotten how ridiculous I looked standing there with a strap-on jutting out in front of me above my caged penis. She grinned, shaking her head, then said of course, she'd love some help.
We shared the tasks of preparing breakfast for everyone. I was famished, and I'm sure everyone else would be too. Marcia staggered in for coffee, and Miranda asked her to go and wake the others, and that they should all have a seat in the dining room, the meal was almost ready.
A few minutes later we were ready. On the counter sat a large tray with the food arrayed upon it, a smaller one with the coffee decanter, orange juice and milk, and a jar filled with creamer and sugar packets. The jar had one of those wire handles on it, attached in two places.
Miranda handed me the tray with the drinks to carry into the dining room, and she would carry the food. Before she picked up the food, she started to hand me the jar, and realized that my hands were full. She smiled a precocious smile, then hung the jar from my strap-on, "There, that'll do!" She swatted me on the ass and picked up the food tray, leading the way into the dining room.
I knew what was coming as soon as I entered the room.
Maria: "SSSnnnnxxxx. I'm sorry, baby....you look ridiculous!"
Scott: "Ha, ha! Nobody can say that you can't multi-task!"
The others looked over and shared in the laughter. I had to have turned six shades of red. I couldn't get close enough to the table with the jar hanging there to sit the drinks down without spilling the contents. Marcia laughed and took the jar for me, and then the drinks.
We were all famished, and there was little talk as we ate. All that sex had given us quite an appetite.
After we were finished Miranda pointed out that the house had two showers if anybody wanted to bathe. Maria and I volunteered to clean up the dishes while some of the others showered.
Maria and I showered together, which was no easy task with my rubber friend between us. I bathed her first, soaping up her entire body. After all these years I still marvel at the beauty of her body. Her pert, freckled breasts, her perfect ass and long legs. She bathed me next; paying special attention to the parts of my manhood that she could reach.
By the time we returned to the living room we found that Marcia and Scott had already dressed and left, having another commitment to run off to. Monica, James, Miranda and Jerry were still sitting around in the buff, talking current events.
While we sat around chatting, I couldn't help but look at the others with a sexual eye. After all, I was still on a sexual high, never having had a release. I yearned for my wife's body. Each time I looked at Monica's smooth, coffee colored flesh it brought to mind how her breasts and her sex had felt in my mouth, making me want her desperately. Miranda couldn't hide her silicone filled orbs or her thick, bushy pubic hair, and I longed to taste her again. James' seemingly impossibly large phallus was draped over his thigh, its massive head pressed against his wife's flesh as she sat next to him. Damn it, why couldn't I have been born with one like that?
Monica watched me watching, and stood. She motioned for Maria to follow her into the den, where I could see them talking to each other, conspiring. I wondered what they had in store for me next.
When they returned Monica asked Miranda if she could borrow her bedroom. Miranda said of course. Monica motioned for James and me to follow her and Maria.
Once we had all entered the room Monica told me to stand next to James, which I did. She removed the strap-on from my waist and placed it on a nearby chair.
Then she addressed me, "Are you happy being a cuckold and a servant?"
I flushed red, "I-I- uh, yes, ma'am."
"Your Mistress wants to move on to the next step, Sean. She needs what my James can give her. Look at his cock. Can you live with that?"
I looked down at the python between his legs and gulped, "Yes, ma'am. I can't deny her."
"Very good. We have discussed it, and we have decided that you have done very well for your first experience with being our servant. Would you like to do the honors, Maria?"
I looked at them, puzzled. Maria moved over to me and looked at me sternly. "I have decided that you should be allowed to cum this morning, but only under certain conditions and only after James and I are finished."
My pulse raced. "Oh, thank you, ma'am. Thank you, thank you..."
She pressed her index finger to my lips to silence me. "Don't thank me quite yet, baby." She smiled. Then she removed the key from around her lovely throat, reached down and unlocked me. Gently, she removed the chastity tube and the retaining ring.
By the time she stepped back, my cock stood at attention, I moaned just from the sensation of being able to attain an erection. A glorious erection!
Monica stepped in and placed a cock ring around the base of my erection tightly. "This will help you obey. Understand Sean. You will not cum until given permission. And we don't plan to make it easy for you. Do you understand?
"Yes, Mistress Monica."
"Very well. Lay down on the bed with your head near the edge. That's good."
What did they have planned?
