Chapter 5: Settling In
In the week that fallowed, Troy was true to his word. He made Joan stay naked the entire time. Troy took the week off to play with his wife and for the most part they had a good time. Wednesday evening she rebelled and started to get dressed.
Troy was expecting this and was ready. Playfully, he threw her on the bed and pulled her panties back off. Then he pulled out the same cuffs that he had been using on Sherry, and put them on Joan. Joan smiled and kissed him as he quickly put them on her ankles, wrists, and around her throat.
She stopped smiling when he put small locks on each of them. Then to further remove any choices from her, he padlocked a chain from each wrist to her collar and then one between her ankles. Each chain was about eighteen inches long.
Joan had protested, but Troy just laughed and told her that she was going to be naked the whole week, even if he had to force it on her. She wasn't happy, but conceded his rule over her. Then she protested again when it came to bath time. Troy insisted that he bath her, because "she couldn't be trusted".
She complained and was rather bitchy about the whole thing, and then Troy frigged her off to a good climax, and she settled down. Joan also complained about "sleeping all chained up", by then Troy had had it, so he padlocked her hands behind her back, and put a gag in her mouth and went to sleep.
She woke up truly bitchy, and so Troy spanked her, but good, she bawled as if he had beaten her half to death. Troy let her go for a short while, and then, standing her up in front of him. He slid his fingers through her soaking wet pussy. Then smearing his fingers over her lips, he pointed out that she was wet and turned on, in spite of, or because of his treatment of her. She was speechless and so Troy kissed her and then quietly made love to her.
Joan didn't like being bound up like that anymore, but protested a great deal less. So, Troy removed the chains and let her run around in just the cuffs and collar. It was clear to Troy that Joan was not going to quickly or willingly just fall into the life that he was building with Dean and Sherry.
Up until this point, Troy had busied himself, with Dean and Sherry. He had really had some fun with both of them. They were both so willing to do literally anything to please him.
During the last few months, he had tried to push the limits of both Dean and Sherry. But up until now, he had been unable to find anything that they were totally unwilling to do for him.
It was quite common now for Dean to spend the entire day working with Troy, on various rental properties, completely naked. Well, completely is a relative term. Dean was aloud to wear his work boots and his tool belt. They both laughed about how ridiculous he looked, but he never protested. He just accepted that this is how his friend wanted him to work.
On a couple of occasions, when they were board, Troy had instructed Dean to play with himself and beat off in front of him. Dean had made a real show of it and pulled all kinds of faces and then sprayed his cum all over. They both laughed and made fun of Dean, as they cleaned up the mess.
It became clear, over time, that Dean enjoyed being humiliated, but only in private. Troy would make him do any demeaning act that he could think of, and Dean would happily comply. He seemed to especially enjoy being humiliated in front of Sherry, and it seemed to embarrass her as well. But, both happily preformed and ask for more.
Sherry turned out to be more of an exhibitionist. The more Troy pushed the envelope the more she seemed to blush red and ask for more. They loved seeing the look of people's faces, as this old woman "accidentally" would loose her clothing.
Dean's mother was still alive, and had always had a distaste for Sherry. Well into her late eighties now, she never thought that Sherry was "good enough", for her little boy. Under Troy's instructions, when visiting Dean's mother, Sherry had worked her way up, now to the point of being completely naked in front of her mother-in-law, and pointing out how much her son loved to play with her body.
These little acts, thoroughly embarrassed both Dean and Sherry, and also turned them both on. They were always eager to tell their story, in detail, as-soon-as they returned from these visits. Troy would listen to their story and then make them beg for sex, before giving his consent.
It was now commonplace and accepted, that the two of them were always naked while at home in Troy and Joan's basement. Sherry had even become comfortable running upstairs to grab the T.V. guide or a glass of juice, while still nude, and Joan had reluctantly learned to live with it.
Troy regularly went down stairs to watch T.V. with the couple. Joan had just accepted that, they would be naked around the house, she just didn't like it. Once, she had even caught Dean, sporting a hard-on, while the three of them were out on the patio, in the hot tub.
Troy and Sherry were in the tub, and Dean was bringing them some drinks. He had only smiled at Joan, and ask "if she wanted some?" Joan blushed, in discussed, and ran into the house.
Troy, Dean, and Sherry, had each separately invited Joan to watch an evening movie with them. But Joan had politely refused, knowing that Dean and Sherry would both be naked, while they sat in their front room, watching the movie. Joan had accepted that the couple was always naked but it bothered her that it didn't bother them to have Troy and her see them that way.
The day that Dean and Sherry were scheduled to return, from their vacation, Troy and Joan decided to have a nice evening out. Joan dressed to please her husband and the two of them had an excellent meal and conversation.
As Troy and Joan sat quietly in the airport, holding hands, they watched, as Dean and Sherry came into view. They then watched, as the couple looked for and retrieved their luggage.
Troy leaned closer to Joan and talked about Dean and Sherry. "Just look at them. They've both lost quite a bit of weight."
Joan smiled and kissed Troy's cheek.
"They've both got great tans and look really good." Then seeing Dean turn around toward them, Troy gasp into her ear. "Look at Dean! He's shaved his beard. I've never seen him without it. He looks fifteen years younger."
"He does look really good." Joan added.
Smiling, Dean and Sherry noticed Troy and Joan, immediately the couples came together in warm embraces. Sherry kissed Troy on the lips. Surprised, Troy broke it off quickly. He didn't know how Joan would react. But he shouldn't have worried, because as he turned, he saw Dean kissing Joan. They all smiled at each other awkwardly, then picked up Dean and Sherry's luggage and headed for the car.
The ride home was fun, and seemed to quickly pass. Dean and Sherry were full of fun stories and sincere gratitude for the trip. Arriving home, Troy helped haul the luggage down stairs.
Dean and Sherry quickly undressed, but before they could say anything, Troy spoke. "Not tonight, you two. There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow." With a smile, he stepped between them. In so doing, he cupped a butt cheek of each of them, one in each hand, and gently gave a squeeze to each one. Troy then continued up stairs and to bed.
The next morning Troy kissed Joan good-bye and watched her back out of the driveway. She had some small errands to run and would be returning in a short while. Troy descended the stairs only to find that Dean and Sherry were already waiting for him.
Both were naked, kneeling in the center of the front room floor, with down cast eyes and holding hands. Troy smiled and, walking past them, dropped his sweat pants and sat down. "Alright, Sherry, let's have that beautiful throat of yours over here."
Sherry quickly crawled over, in front of Troy, and in one simple gasp; she swallowed his cock entirely, to its base, down her throat. "Wow!" Troy mused. She then began to bob up and down, working his penis.
Turning to Dean, Troy began. "Today I want you wearing your jock strap, socks, work boots, a blue tee shirt, and your bib coveralls. Go fetch them, and bring them out here."
"Yes Sir." Dean answered, as he got up and walked back into his bedroom, to gather his clothes. He returned just as Troy was grabbing Sherry's head, with both hands, and forcing her to deep throat him. With his eye's shut and head back, he unloaded his cum into Sherry's throat and mouth.
Easing up, on the back of her head, he told Sherry, "I want you to hold the last of it in your mouth baby." Sherry tipped her head back, and complied with his orders. Troy work in unison with her, as he pulled his dick free of her lips, while she closed her full mouth, on a rather large load of cum.
In the mean time, Dean had returned, from the bedroom, and placed his clothes on the couch, and knelt down next to Sherry. Sherry smiled and slid back, still on her knees, to be by her husband.
"Dean." Troy began, "I've never ask you for anything that I would consider gay." Dean nodded, in agreement. "Today, you will become my bitch." Troy smiled at Dean, and tried to read his friends face.
Dean smiled from ear to ear and said, "Yes sir."
"Your wife has left my dick sticky." Pausing a moment, he continued. "And I don't like that." Dean quickly and without hesitation lunged forward and engulfed Troy shrinking dick, into his mouth, and began to lick and suck it clean.
Troy was surprised and a little shocked and looked at Sherry questioningly. Sherry, still with her mouth full, just smiled and nodded approvingly. Troy pulled his tee shirt off, and threw it on the couch, while he watched his friend vigorously suck him to another erection.
Then, tapping Dean on the shoulder, he said, "All right buddy, that's enough," and pushed Dean back on to his knees. Dean opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Troy held his hand up, to silence him. "We will talk in a minute. Right now I want breakfast. Sherry, I want juice, toast, and eggs. Dean, the two of you will join me for breakfast." Dean nodded. "Go get the two sets of doggy dishes that I bought for you. I want them washed and ready for your food. You two will be eating at my feet this morning."
Dean smiled, got up, went to the kitchen, retrieved the bowls, and began washing them, in the sink. "Sherry," Troy began, now looking at her. "I expect you to hold that in your mouth until I tell you otherwise." Sherry nodded her assent. Then she also, stood and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Troy pulled his feet free of his sweat pants and threw them on the pile of clothing on the couch. Then he slowly walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He really enjoyed watching Dean and Sherry work and move around the kitchen. They had been married for so long that they knew each other's moves very well.
Sherry handed Dean a dry cloth to dry the bowls with, as he handed her the clean frying pan, for the eggs. When Dean finished, with the bowls, he placed them on the counter and started to toast some bread for the three of them.
Soon the happy couple was finished and had divided out the food, on to a plate for Troy and into the two dog bowls for themselves. Troy stood and walked over to the counter just as Dean was about to bring them over to the table.
"Sherry." She turned to face him and stepped a little closer. "Tip your head back and open your mouth. Lets see how well you've done." Sherry tipped her head back, opened her mouth and showed Troy the cum, that still remained. "You've done very well!" He praised. "You may now swallow it."
Sherry closed her mouth and swallowed hard. Smiling, she said, "Thank you sir. That was wonderful."
