This is a story about female domination, humiliation, and cuckolding so if that is not your thing you might be better to skip it. It continues directly from Italian Holiday Day 1.
You may remember that Andrea, my somewhat domineering wife, had invited two of her work colleagues to join us on our Italian holiday, on the pretext of reducing the costs.
Jackie was short, dark and compact with an impressive chest and very bubbly. It hadn't taken much of the journey from the airport for her to reveal more about her sex life than was strictly necessary: titilating but unnecessary.
Orly, who preferred to be called Ophelia on account of not wishing the world to know that her parents had named her after a particularly rumbustious shag at the airport of the same name, was also a thirty something. She wore her hair long and her square framed glasses gave her a stern appearance, something that appealed to my somewhat submissive nature.
The holiday had got off to a bad start with an early morning thunderstorm and Andrea demanding I go to the car to fetch her bag. To avoid getting soaked, Andrea had ordered me to strip off and run for it. I had been surprised that the erotic sensation of cold rain on bare flesh had provoked an erection and was more than surprised when I burst in through the door to see both girls sitting on the kitchen table, staring at my naked body, and making fun of my less than impressive cock.
After they had had their fun deriding my manhood and trying to see who could make me actually cum, which you may remember from day one, I had been dismissed to go and wash out Jackie's cum soaked knickers. Just at that point Andrea reappeared with wet hair and a hairdryer.
"What have you girls been doing to my husband?" She said smirking at my still naked form, my softening cock and the pair of wet knickers in my hand.
"We were having a bit of a game. He shot in through the door, starkers, soaking wet and with what passes for an erection."
"We wanted to see if one of us could make that little dick cum and I won!" Chimed Ophelia, "quite an impressive load for such a small cock."
"I didn't expect even you two to get into your domination mode quite so early in the day."
"Well, what's to do when a naked man, with a tiny cock, comes barging through the door."
"Not only is it small erect but when it goes soft it's tiny!" I was getting used to Ophelia's cutting remarks. "Now go and wash out Jackie's knickers, as I told you."
It took quite a while to get the rather unusual emulsion of ejaculate and olive oil out of her knickers, but eventually I was successful.
The rest of day two of our holiday passed without incident as we were on a culture kick. We visited medieval churches, admired frescos and ate pasta in an overpriced restaurant, then returned to our mountain top retreat to consume totally unnecessary quantities of cheap, Italian, red wine.
It was during the drinking session that I started to realise why Jackie and Ophelia were single again. They were flirting outrageously with each other and trying to involve Andrea.
Ophelia started the rot with her desire to play truth or dare. The initial questions were harmless enough but then they turned decidedly risqué. Jackie had opted for truth and was asked if she'd ever had sex with another woman. She surprised the room with her reply.
"Well, nobody knows how to go down on a girl as well as another girl!" This led to a flurry of other equally personal questions until it was revealed that I was the only one not to have had sex with someone of my own gender.
Even my wife, the ever assertive Andrea, admitted an affair with a girl when she was at college. As most blokes know, this can be a major turn on for men and the 'who does what, when, and to whom' became the subject matter for the next ten minutes.
In the end the game was abandoned in favour of detailing their most erotic encounters with another girl. Eventually they all decided that enough was enough and it was time to call it a day, so I was sent upstairs to turn down the beds and lay out their night clothes.
Day three.
Andrea announced that she wanted to go shopping on what the girls decided, was to be a pool day. A day to work on their tans, clad in skimpy bikinis, while I did the fetch and carrying. They also decided that fetching and carrying would be much more fun if they made me wear a pair of Jackie's French nickers.
The sun was hot and after fetching the umpteenth cool drink from the house, I fancied a swim and grabbed a towel.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Barked Jackie.
"I thought I might take a swim to cool off."
"Not in my knickers you don't, the chlorine will ruin them."
"Oh sorry, I'll go and get my swimming shorts then."
"No need, is there Ophelia? We don't mind seeing his little willy do we?"
"No, I suppose not. Once he gets into that cold water it will be hard to spot anyway!"
"Just take off my silk knickers and put them here on my sun lounger."
I did.
"Now go on then, take your swim and no splashing."
I walked down the steps as the cold water rose first to my knees then higher. Unfortunately cold water has one of two different effects on me if the situation is in any way sexual, and being humiliated by these two was tending to be sexual. My cock either shrivels away to nothing or erects. Please cock, just behave, I thought.
The water level rose past my thighs until it reached my balls and the much feared effect happened. My cock became tumescent. By the time I was in, it had risen to half mast. I swam about for a while waiting for things to subside, which only happened slowly.
The girls chatted conspiratorially and Ophelia left her sun-lounger returning a while later with a large shoulder bag.
I decided to get out of the refreshing, but somewhat, chilly waters of the pool: the steps were right in front of the girls!
I stepped out with my penis, never majestic to be fair, shrivelled into a shadow of its former self, and my balls were now encased in a tiny, shrunken sack that resembled a small mediaeval money purse.
I should have expected the derision, but it was hurtful to say the least. Jackie was the first to comment.
"What the fuck is that?" She said pointing at my crotch.
"Looks like a penis, but so much smaller!" Ophelia replied, giggling.
"Sun lounger now boy! Lie down, we are going to have to do something about that aren't we O?"
"Certainly," she said rummaging in the bag and produced a pair of scissors and set to work on my pubic hair. "If you're looking for a small plant, it's easier to find if you remove the undergrowth first."
A few minutes later I was left with very short pubes and the manhandling of my cock had produced, not surprisingly, a tumescence.
"I think it would look so much better without the stubble!"
"Me too." Ophelia agreed. "So it's time for a shave?"
"Definitely!"
More rummaging in the bag, and a Bic razor was produced, along with a can of shaving foam. The girls found it massively amusing spreading the foam on my cock and balls, particularly when I got what for me was a pretty impressive erection.
"Oh look! It's trying to erect!"
"Only sort of trying, not really very impressive though, is it!" Rejoined Ophelia."
"Did we say you could have an erection?" It was obvious from Jackie's tone what the answer was.
"Er no!" I replied.
"I think it needs some discipline. Needs to learn to control that little willy. Don't you?"
"Definitely! Shall I get the fly swat from the kitchen."
"No. I have a better idea. There's a long handled shoe horn by the door in my room. Go and get that and the fly swat, mini dick! And while you're at it, rinse the foam of your bits, it looks ridiculous."
Still naked, still with an erection, I set off for Jackie's room. It was strewn with clothes. Obviously Jackie's idea of unpacking was just to turn her suitcase upside down and rummage. I resisted the temptation to touch any of her clothes, much as I wanted to.
The temptation to run my fingers through her underwear was almost irresistible, particularly the worn pair she had chucked in the corner. I could almost smell the pheromones. Oh, for the chance to sniff them, then wank off into them, but there wasn't time. I grabbed the shoe horn and returned as quickly as I could with both implements.
"He's still half hard!" Said Ophelia, "stand here and give me that fly swat...
"Put your hands on your head...
"Spread your legs a little...
