During dinner, on Dárcy's first night home, I was constantly sensing that both Michelle and Dárcy were gazing at me and didn't have their minds completely on merely eating their dinner. I wanted to ask Dárcy about the tattoo I had noticed on his penis earlier on but I was too shy to ask. Talk was minimal and polite during the meal. Plagued by an uneasy feeling that they had a need to be alone for a while, I decided to ask Dárcy and Michelle If I could do the dishes for them while they had a chance to talk as soon as dinner was over.
"That was a lovely meal, Michelle." I said cheerfully as I gathered up the empty plates. "Can I do the dishes for you tonight. I would love to do something useful for you two guys. Perhaps you would both like to be alone for a while?" I suggested helpfully.
"If you're sure you don't mind, sweetie? Michelle brightened up and smiled. "It would be nice." She looked at Dárcy. "Tell me all about your trip, darling." She led him off to their room as I expected.
I realised that it might be awkward for the two of them to discuss my future with them, while I was present. I also wanted to show my true appreciation for their decision to make me part of their family and hoped that once they had had a chance to talk we could discuss their expectations of me and map out what sort of work opportunities they might steer me toward. When Michelle and I had been alone she had stressed the need to overcome my shyness if I was ever to make it as a movie star. Living without clothing was merely one of the many training techniques that she recommended, to loosen me up and increase my self confidence as she put it. It must have worked for her. I admired her confident manner and I was beginning to form a great relationship with her. I could never have gone outside toward the street completely naked to fetch Dárcy's briefcase, with my body on display to anybody passing by, without her training.
I took my time doing all the dishes and carefully drying every item and putting the pots away in the cupboard. I put the kettle on and relaxed on the sofa while I waited for the kettle to boil but I could still smell the musky sexual odour of my earlier excitement.
I turned on the shower and got the water temperature just right and hopped under the cascading water. Humming happily to myself I soaped myself up and washed my hair, determined to smell fresh and clean when my two friends came out of their bedroom. I douched my genitals with my hand before drying off with my favourite fluffy towel. I couldn't help wondering about Dárcy's huge penis and how Michelle managed to accommodate his entire member within her tiny frame as I prepared to leave the bathroom. She certainly loved him dearly and I had been surprised at her willingness to share his attention with me.
I made the decision to let the evening unfold as it would and be available to both of them as they saw fit. There was no denying that I had begun to enjoy the attention of both of them earlier on. With a final dab of perfume and a quick check in the mirror I opened the door and went back toward the kitchen area.
Dárcy and Michelle were sitting in the living room sipping coffee and talking. They looked up and indicated that I should join them.
"You look lovely, sweetheart. I've made you a drink." Michelle was beaming and happy. "Dárcy has agreed to take you to meet his friends in a couple of weeks. Meanwhile we must continue your training and perhaps we can pick up the odd job along the way. Dárcy knows about a bikini contest next week and even though there's not a lot of money in it, perhaps it might help to get you noticed by the right people."
They had placed my drink on a table opposite where they were sitting and it seemed they wanted to help plan my future. The coffee had a strange bitter taste to it, possibly because the milk was old, but I drank it and listened attentively as they both outlined the sort of work that they might find for me. Some of their ideas were very appealing and I relaxed, convincing myself that they really did have my best interests at heart.
It turned out that Dárcy had only recently had his penis tattooed and it was still too sore for him to get an erection and make love. They told me that they had tried while they were in the bedroom. In a way, I was glad that he was out of action and thought nothing of taking his place as Michelle's lover, meanwhile. Normally, I would have been far too embarrassed to make love to another woman in a man's presence but that night we put on an exhibition for Dárcy and I surprised myself with the intensity of my lovemaking as he watched and sometimes caressed and played with both of us. It was as though we were all one big happy family. My doubts disappeared as we enjoyed each other with Dárcy watching every detail and smiling contentedly.
Over the following week Michelle and I continued to practice our lovemaking together as often as before, sometimes with Dárcy present and sometimes without, but Michelle started to put her entire hand into my vagina, giving me some idea what Dárcy would feel like inside me. She and Dárcy showered me with complements and made me feel special. I always tried to relax for them as they gradually prepared me for the day when I could enjoy Dárcy's lovemaking without any pain. Gradually I became accustomed to his presence in the bed with us and even looked forward to the day when I could have full sex with him, in a strange sort of way. By now I was sure he would be gentle with me and hopefully patient too.
The only times we went out and I was allowed to wear clothing during that week were once for the weekly shopping and once for an assignment that Dárcy had earlier organised with some friends of theirs. On both occasions they picked out the clothing that they wanted me to wear and dressed me. I was too excited to object when Dárcy insisted on putting on these uncomfortable see through G string panties he had bought me. They irritated my bottom and pressed hard against my clit when he pulled them up. I may as well have left them off because of length of the short white dress that he picked for the trip to their local supermarket. It barely covered my pubes and rode up when I sat down or leaned over slightly. Michelle told me that dressing this way would assist my poise and not to worry about all the people that stared at me.
"It's just because you look so lovely, my darling." As she walked arm in arm with me. She never wore panties herself and her dress was nearly as short as mine. She was a real show-off and she was determined to loosen up my inhibitions. I allowed her to display my naked backside to the people behind us as she rubbed my cheeks and patted my bottom. I was glad when we returned home and I could take those uncomfortable panties off again at last.
Just two days later Dárcy dressed me up again in much the same way and we all drove across town. I was wearing my highest stiletto heels and stockings. No panties this time but a longer, almost transparent dress that billowed in the slightest breeze and lifted to reveal my lack of underwear unless I held the sides down together. Dárcy just laughed and threatened to take the bloody thing off to teach me a lesson if I kept holding it down. He introduced me to some friends of his. Dárcy described me as his next new leading lady and the men laughed but I knew Dárcy meant every word.
I modelled some lingerie and swimwear for them at a plush private home in an rich upmarket neighbourhood. The atmosphere was fairly raunchy, like the strip joint, but with Michelle and Dárcy's encouragement I made it through two hours of showing those skimpy revealing garments to the largely male audience. The last garment that I showed was so sheer that I was acutely aware that the noisy audience could see every detail of my body, especially when Dárcy insisted on playing with my nipples and making them all hard and prominent just before he pushed me out on stage. I recovered quickly and did my best to appear nonchalant as I slowly walked onto the runway and showed the garment to it's best advantage. It was probably the hardest thing I had done to smile and imagine that I was decently covered when I knew that the audience was only interested in what they could see of my body. The audience cheered wildly and made all sorts of crude comments that caused me to blush, but I maintained my poise and decorum as Michelle stood up and encouraged me to stay on stage while they got their money's worth.
At least the money that Dárcy received on my behalf paid for my first contribution to the family finances. Michelle was pleased with me and said that modelling garments was all good experience. She pointed to many fashion models that later became film stars. Dárcy told me that I had surpassed his expectations and promised to reward me as soon as we returned home. The atmosphere was electric as he hinted that 'Top Gun' was almost back to normal again. I didn't want to seem ungrateful but the thought of indulging in his favourite position still filled me with a degree of uncertainty. Michelle had often bragged about her ability to accept the entire length of Dárcy's magnificent member into her ass. She had told me that Dárcy loved this method of lovemaking above all others. Certainly Dárcy had an unhealthy fascination with this area of a woman's anatomy and had often caressed my bottom during my lovemaking with his wife. Occasionally he inserted his fingers as well, once I was well lubricated. It was painful enough, but I made out that I enjoyed it for fear of upsetting them both.
They had introduced me to enema's as part of our sex play and Dárcy used to love watching as Michelle filled me up with warm water until my tummy swelled up so much that I thought I might burst. Only after I begged them to let me release this unwelcome intrusion to my bowels they would watch as I expelled the entire contents into the toilet bowl. I always found it embarrassing to be watched like that but afterward they would both praise my control and make me believe it was good for my health. As part of their family I felt powerless and unable to refuse this odd, unusual and kinky pleasure of theirs. I felt it would only annoy them if I refused so I forced myself to get used to it. They always reminded me that they both loved me and would never do anything that might hurt me in any way.
