FRIDAY, JULY 3, 2009.
When Max B arrived at our house he told us that thanks to his contacts in the business he'd managed to book a hotel in Lesbos for the week after next.
"Plenty of sex and nude sunbathing," he told Marie.
"Oh lovely!" She exclaimed. "John always drags me off to dreary hotels or self catering places in this country to look at boring old castles."
"I thought initially we'd leave hubby here and go away on our own, so I haven't booked a room for him. I've since decided it will be useful to take him along to carry the bags and deal with all the boring bits, booking tables and transport etc. I'll find him some cheap backstreet place to doss in. We'll use the wimp as our servant."
Marie laughed as he picked her up and headed for the bedroom.
"Come up with us," he instructed. "Today you're going to lick my balls while I fuck your wife."
I've recently learned that it was through his role as General Manager of the old and historic Hind hotel in Wellingborough, that Max B first met, or rather saw, Marie. My wife had accompanied me, albeit reluctantly, to a Rotary club dinner which was being held in one of the function rooms; Marie's hates that sort of thing, hence her reluctance. Although I hadn't seen Max B that night, in fact I was hardly aware of his profession back then, he'd seen us, particularly Marie. He fancied her immediately, describing it as lust at first sight.
In the marital bedroom, a room I'm rarely permitted to enter these days, Max ordered me to strip and lay across the bed. While Marie knelt above me he pushed a pillow under my head, thus raising it. Staring up at my wife's vagina I had hopes that she might stimulate my penis with hand, or wonder of wonders, her mouth; hopes that were quickly dashed however.
"I don't suppose you want to suck hubby's cock while I'm fucking you?" Max asked.
"Ugh no. It would be like sucking a shrivelled up little slug!" Marie exclaimed disdainfully. "Can't we cover it up; it's quite off putting to think that years ago I had the horrible little thing inside me."
"Of course," Max laughed, clearly finding her comment hilarious. "He can wear your knickers."
They were both laughing then, as I pulled her lacy white knickers on, Marie's laughter increasing when Max said impulsively, "He can wear stockings and suspenders too."
I was embarrassingly erect while Marie enthusiastically fastened the suspenders, finishing off by dressing me in one of her bras.
"Great, now the wimp looks the sissy he is. I think we'll keep him in feminine clothes, at least in private. It clearly excites him," Max said, running his finger the short distance along the outline of my erection beneath Marie's knickers.
"Been some years since this cock's seen the inside of your wife's lovely cunt, hasn't it?" he taunted, having learnt a lot about us from Joe, and I nodded glumly.
"Right, back on the bed with you in the same position as before."
I resumed my position across the bed and this time when Marie knelt over me, Max took up a position standing at her rear. After fine tuning our respective positions he was ready. Stooping slightly, his balls squashed against my face, Max ordered me to lick and suck his penis, lubricating it ready for entry to my wife's vagina.
"Not that Marie's ever ready cunt needs any lubrication," he added.
With Max directing it downwards I licked all round the glans of his penis before accepting it reluctantly into my mouth, aware of the odious creatures gloating laugh as I did so. Despite Marie's obvious impatience he was in no hurry, merely stimulating her anal opening with a finger while pushing his penis slowly in and out of my mouth. It seemed, to me at least, that I was sucking the bastard's penis for an age before he suddenly straightened up a little and transferred it to my wife's vagina.
"Oh yes yes, lovely," she cried, pushing back against it.
I stared up experiencing both awe and envy as Max's penis was fully engulfed by Marie's vagina.
"Now get on and lick my balls, wimp," Max commanded, his penis beginning to drive in and out.
I hesitated and he reiterated his order, adding that he'd thrash my buttocks with the cane if I refused. Normally I'd relish a caning, I've grown to love the pain and humiliation involved, but as my buttocks are still very painful from last nights thrashing I don't really fancy another just yet.
So it was that while Max fucked my wife I licked his balls, not an easy task with them jiggling about. The stimulation clearly excited Max because he quickly came, pulling his penis from Marie's vagina as he did so and forcing it into my mouth.
That way we both received his semen, he said, although it seemed to me that I had the lions share. With the odious creatures penis filling my mouth I had no choice but to swallow the hot cream that spurted down my throat. After licking the last drop from his penis I was ordered to do likewise to my wife's vagina.
"Should be a treat for you," Max said. "You don't very often get that close to it."
"Do I have to put up with his tongue just there?" Marie complained.
"Just this once. Then I'll send him away while we settle down for a long session of fucking."
So it was that I licked the globules of semen and her own juices from in and around my wife's vagina, vaguely aware of Max telling her that he was going to make me wear knickers all the time in future.
The full import of his words were brought home to me later in the evening when, acting on his instructions, I had to assemble all my underpants and make a bonfire of them in the garden, having first doused the heap in petrol to ensure a swift conflagration to avoid annoying the neighbours. Every last pair of my underpants went up in smoke, Marie saw to that.
"Good, your not worthy of male clothing, female underwear is more in your line. From now on it's knickers only for you and at council meetings I shall expect you to wear stockings and suspenders beneath your trousers," Max said.
"What if someone spots the outline of the suspenders?" I appealed but he merely laughed and said I'd have to be careful, wouldn't I.
"Remember, I shall check to make sure you're wearing them," Max added.
SUNDAY, JULY 12, 2009.
When we arrived at the Hotel Max and Marie went inside leaving me to follow with their luggage, the taxi remaining so as to take me on to my own, more downmarket, accommodation later. Two trips were needed before all their luggage was inside but of course my work didn't end there.
"My man will take our bags up if someone will show him the way," Max told the receptionist. "While we have a look round."
I picked a couple of the cases up again and a porter was about to do likewise with the other two when Max told him to leave them.
"My man can make two trips once you've shown him to our room."
With that he took Marie's hand but paused to say, "When you've unpacked our bags Perkins, join us in the bar and I'll give you your instructions for tomorrow. We won't need your services any more today so take the evening off."
"Very good Mr. Bayes," I replied, remembering to use the style of address he'd instructed but inwardly seething over his condescending manner towards me in public.
Having unpacked their things, developing the inevitable erection whilst handling my wife's underwear, I sought them out in the bar. They sat side by side in animated conversation, Max with his hand resting on Marie's thigh, and I automatically sat down next to them.
"What are you doing Perkins? Remain standing, don't forget you're my manservant," Max admonished me. "And don't look at my new wife like that," he added when I glanced at Marie.
"Sorry," I muttered standing up, embarrassingly aware of people listening to my reprimand.
"He's new to the job and still needs to learn his place," Max told them.
I hadn't been keen on them playing the role of recently married couple enjoying a belated honeymoon, and my annoyance increased when Max said, "You can go now. My wife and I will probably have an early night followed by a long lie-in in the morning so you needn't report for duty until mid-day."
He squeezed Marie's thigh and winked at the people at a nearby table.
"We all know what you'll be up to," a guy commented, provoking ribald laughter from the others, both Max and Marie joining in.
So it is that I'm writing up my Journal in the room Max booked for me in a rather rundown part of Molyvos. My room overlooks a yard containing bins overflowing with rubbish, the attendant smell drifting up to my window, and there's a cacophony of noise from the kitchen below. It's hot and I've stripped down to my undies, a brief pair of white knickers trimmed with black lace, one of the many pairs Marie has bought for me since Max introduced the ban on me wearing male underwear. I've brought a couple of books to read and there are some historic sights I'd like to see, if my duties allow that is, as I'm expected to be at Max's beck and call all week.
Now I'll have an early night having just masturbated while imagining the sort of things Max will be doing with my wife.
MONDAY, JULY 13, 2009.
Annoyingly, when I arrived at the hotel they'd already left and I experienced a particularly humiliating encounter with a guy I assume to be the manager. He clearly didn't know who I was and so the first humbling experience was introducing myself as Mr Bayes manservant.
"He instructed me to tell you that as they won't need your services today, you can take the day off and do whatever it is your sort does in your spare time," the rather pompous manager said dismissively.
Inwardly seething, not only about the way I'd been belittled but also annoyed that had I known sooner then I could have utilize the day more productively and arranged an excursion, I left the hotel. At least I was able to have a look at the Byzantine Castle which Marie certainly wouldn't have been interested in if we'd been here alone.
TUESDAY, JULY 14, 2009.
At least they were still there when I arrived at the hotel this morning, although my day turned out even more humiliating than yesterday.
