An explanatory introduction:
Everyone's allowed to fantasise, right? Continuing my 'What if...' fairy tale, where my daughter marries and becomes a Hot Wife in her own right. (The term 'Fantasy' is self-explanatory, and all the characters described are aged at least eighteen, and they all participate in the activities described consensually.)
What became known in the Edwards' household as 'The Divulging Weekend' passed very enjoyably indeed for all four people who took part in it. It was named thus for the following reasons.
Olwen and Trevor Edwards divulged the fact to their daughter, Elizabeth, that they lived a Female Led Marriage. Olwen also divulged that she had a lover, Marcus. Trevor divulged that he was a cuckold, a sissy and that he had several fetishes, most of which his wife and her lover pandered to.
In turn, Elizabeth divulged to her parents that she was bi-sexual, had recently split up with her girlfriend, and had resigned from her job and was intending to move back home in order to find another job. Elizabeth was a very talented architect.
It also became apparent that weekend that all three of the Edwards' knew of Malcolm, a submissive sissy, whom Elizabeth intended to marry and to make her own cuckold. Trevor played his own part in this sub plot.
He had, against Olwen's wishes, and without her knowledge, contacted Marcus and explained the domestic changes which were unfolding that weekend. Marcus owned and was C E O of his own architect company.
With the result that by bedtime on the Saturday night of 'Divulgance Weekend', Elizabeth had not only met Marcus, but she'd been offered the chance to re-start her career in his firm, and plans had also been made to include Malcolm in the tight and exclusive lifestyle that the Edwards family and Marcus Dexter enjoyed so much.
Elizabeth had now been living back home with her parents for eight months. She had fitted into Marcus's company very easily. Her first two clients were a developer and an entrepreneur whom Marcus had taken from Elizabeth's old company. It was Elizabeth's old boss's ineptitude that had caused the clients to move, and had directly led to Elizabeth resigning. All three were overjoyed to link back up again, and both clients were delighted with Elizabeth's designs and the way she was handling the construction contractors.
In her private life, Elizabeth was having the time of her life. During the week she slept in the master bedroom with her mother. Olwen was becoming very adept at strapping-on and fucking her daughter.
On weekends, when Marcus stayed over, Elizabeth would either peg her father or her fiancé, when he was not on call. Malcolm was an Accident and Emergency consultant at the local teaching hospital.
Wedding plans had been made, and then postponed when Malcolm's mother died unexpectedly. She had been a cantankerous old woman ever since Elizabeth had met her, but she recognised how Elizabeth kept her son in order, and she approved of it. Her funeral was well attended, which gave Malcolm much comfort.
At the wake, he approached Elizabeth, Olwen and Marcus (Trevor was serving tea and coffee at the time) and asked if he might speak to them.
Olwen looked at him sternly.
"It had better be relevant, boy," she said menacingly. "What do you want?"
"I want to get married as soon as possible and to live the sort of life Trevor does," admitted Malcolm, blushing. "Serving Ms. Elizabeth on weekends is not enough for me. I want to be totally owned and dominated. Please give me your permission to submit to my darling, Elizabeth, Mrs. Edwards."
Olwen looked at Elizabeth, who shrugged.
"I don't have a boyfriend yet," she said. "No-one I've been out with lately has had a cock that has given me real pleasure. I peg this one of course," she said with a smile, nodding in Malcolm's direction, "but I need to be stretched out and filled with a real man's cum. I want to give my cuckold a steaming hot cream pie on our wedding night!"
Malcolm closed his eyes and moaned in ecstasy at the thought of that happening. He surreptitiously rubbed his cock through his trousers.
"Stop that!" muttered Olwen, who never seemed to miss a trick. Malcolm blushed and apologised.
"I agree with you. It's vital to get you a lover," Olwen said to her daughter. "But yes, of course I give you my permission to submit to my daughter. Have you got the documents ready?"
The documents to which she was referring concerned Malcolm's assets. He had already agreed to put everything in Elizabeth's name. For practical purposes, it had been agreed that they would open a joint bank account when they were married, but in reality, Elizabeth would have sole control of all financial matters.
The mortgage on Malcolm's huge house had been paid off long ago. Now that his mother was deceased, he lived there alone. Documents had been drawn up transferring ownership to Elizabeth, and were awaiting his signature.
"Yes, Mrs. Edwards," replied Malcolm eagerly. "They are all ready for signature. I was just waiting for your consent. I have a fortnight's compassionate leave, so I'll get everything signed and sealed tomorrow. May I bring them round for you and Elizabeth to approve?"
"You may," agreed Olwen curtly. "Elizabeth will be in work, of course, but I'm sure I can be trusted to read through them and accept them on her behalf?"
She looked at Elizabeth who nodded her head.
"Of course, Mum. I trust your judgement implicitly," she said, and she kissed her mother full on the lips. Malcolm moaned again.
Some people believe in coincidence, some call it luck, others call it fate. Whatever term could be applied to what happened the next day is up to individual choice. But what did happen suited Elizabeth, and indirectly, Malcolm too. This is what occurred.
Elizabeth had gone into work as usual the next morning. Although her hunt for a boyfriend and a lover was of great significance to her, she was professional enough to put those thoughts to one side when she was in work.
She breezed into the office as usual, nodding 'Good mornings' to all the ancillary staff. Her office was next to Marcus's and to get to it, she had to go through a smaller room, separate from the main office, where Mary, Marcus's Personal Assistant, and Tina, Elizabeth's secretary, spent their working hours.
They were both at their desks, and they looked up, smiling, as Elizabeth came in.
"Good morning, ladies," said Elizabeth. "What's on today, Tina? Anything really important?"
"No, Ms. Edwards," replied Tina, getting up and following Elizabeth into her office.
"Coffee?" she asked with a smile.
Elizabeth took her coat off and hung it in the cupboard. She sat down and looked at Tina sternly.
"Yes please," she said, "and for the umpteenth time, please stop calling me Ms. Edwards. My name is Elizabeth!"
She smiled as Tina looked at her in confusion.
"But you're my boss," she replied. "It isn't right for me to be so familiar!"
"As your boss, you are supposed to do what I tell you," said Elizabeth. "So I'm telling you to call me Elizabeth. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ms.... er... Elizabeth," said Tina uncertainly. "Now then, coffee first. Then you have a conference call with Murphy Construction at nine thirty, and the only other thing in the diary is a site meeting with representatives of the local council at three this afternoon. They want to run over the proposals for the multi story car park for the new shopping mall."
Elizabeth nodded and reached for her tobacco pouch and her pipe. She began filling it as she glanced over some drawings she had begun for a project on the outskirts of town.
When Tina returned with her coffee, Elizabeth was wreathed in aromatic pipe smoke. Tina breathed in deeply and grinned.
"I do love the smell of your tobacco," she said. "My brother smokes cigars, and I love the smell of them too."
Elizabeth knew that Tina and her brother were alone. They lived together after their parents had been killed in a tragic accident whilst they were on a coach holiday in Germany. Tina, who was the elder sibling, obviously doted on her brother, and as far as Elizabeth could see, acted as a mother substitute to him, as well as being his sister. She had never met Simon, but because Tina never seemed to stop talking about him, she felt she knew quite a bit about him, including the fact that he was one of the deputy head teachers at the local comprehensive school.
The rest of the day went well. Elizabeth's conference meeting and her site meeting were both routine, and as she put her coat on to go home, her mind turned once again to the task of finding herself a lover.
She walked out with Tina, and the two chatted comfortably. On the street, they stopped. Elizabeth was going right, Tina left.
