Sharing Him Pt 01

>This is the first part of a planned-series of short bits of fantasy story....Enjoy.

He gulped nervously as he heard the front door shut and stood up straight. He heard a woman's voice in the front room, then another. So it was happening..... she had brought her home and it was happening. He stood up straight and steeled himself before walking out to greet them. He saw his wife immediately, standing in the front room facing the door. Her brown hair was let down and she was smiling, chatting with someone just out of view around the corner wall. She glanced up and met his eyes with a smile. "Hey honey! Come meet Melanie!" He came close, hugging her and taking in the newcomer with a nervous smile.

She was a tall woman, nearly half a head taller than Jenna. Reddish-blonde hair hung in a braid over her left shoulder and she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans that hugged every curve of her body. His eyes roamed over her briefly as he stretched his hand out to greet her. "Good to meet you Melanie." She returned his smile and shook his hand warmly.

"Good to meet you too, Jenna has told me so much about you! I feel like I know you already." Her eyes flashed mischievously. He swallowed as silently as he could manage. What had Jenna told her...?

"Would you like a drink Mel?" Jenna asked, already on her way to the kitchen.

"A drink would be lovely dear, what do you have?" She spoke as if she belonged there, like she was an old friend visiting. He stepped aside politely and gestured for Melanie to lead the way to the kitchen. Hazel eyes smiled as she obliged, touching his arm longer than necessary as she passed. He stepped in line behind her, watching her hips sway as she walked. Her jeans really did fit her well. Jenna was at the refrigerator, holding the door open and listing off beverages. Melanie leaned against the kitchen island, peering past her. "A glass of tea would be nice, thank you." Jenna retrieved a trio of glasses and filled them, filling one for her husband and herself as well. Mel thanked her and took a sip. "That is delicious", she said with a pleasant sigh.

Jenna took a drink herself, meeting her husband's eyes. Her eyes flitted to the bar-stools, then back to his expectantly. He understood and nearly jumped, moving quickly to pull a seat out for their guest. Mel smiled at him, "Thank you sweetheart". His heart jumped at her words and he glanced nervously at his wife. Her eyes were bright, staring right at him. Either she hadn't noticed at all.....or she had....and was quite excited about it. Melanie sat, leaning seductively against the counter-top and starting into conversation with Jenna.

He took a seat himself, across from both the ladies and off to the side so that Melanie's back was to him as they talked. His eyes roamed downwards, admiring her hips, her legs, everything he could see. Through her white shirt he could see the faint outline of a feathered wing on the left of her back. Looking up, he found his wife eyeing him curiously over Mel's shoulder and blushed deep red. Her eyes were bright, inquisitive.....encouraging. They smiled at him before turning back to the conversation at hand. He took a drag on his tea and tried to steady his thoughts. He was swimming in emotion and doing his damnedest to hide it. His gut felt like a thousand birds were flying about in it, his forehead and ears were hot, and he could feel sweat building on his low-back beneath his shirt.

"Ashton?" He snapped out of whatever daydream he'd been in and back to reality. Both women were now facing him, smiling a pair of devilish smiles that made his skin crawl with nervous energy. "Why don't you tell Melanie what we wanted to do this evening?". If he had managed to slow his heart, the effort was now in vain. He felt his ears redden more, his heart pounded as his breath caught in his throat. Jenna was grinning at him, diamond eyes unlike he had seen before. He fumbled for words, trying to speak but nothing came out.

"It seems a cat has got his tongue....or maybe a pair of them...?" Melanie laughed at her own joke, interrupting his attempts at speech. "If its all the same to you Jenn, I'd much rather him show me what he wanted." His nerves were unbearable, his breath wouldn't seem to come back. He looked at Jenna, then Melanie, then back to Jenna searching for some sort of direction. He felt like a deer in the headlights, and the identically mischievous smiles the women wore only compounded his fear.

Jenna shrugged her shoulders and nodded, "I think that may be the only way....it seems his words are gone." She stood up from the table and came to him, nearly stepping on his toes. Looking down, she wrapped her hand around the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss. Her lips tasted like cherries.....for a moment he felt okay again. The kiss was over too soon and she stood there in front of him, eyes locked with his. "Calm down my subby...", she said sternly. His eyes shot open at her use of his pet name. "We are all here for the same reason. Now, I want you to show...and tell....Mel what you want to do this evening, just as we discussed you would do." Melanie had scooted over two stools so that when Jenna stepped aside only air was between them. Poised on the bar-stool, she leaned against the counter, legs spread slightly....teasingly. He tried to steel himself. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped as she held up a finger to shush him. She pointed down at her feet, her eyes glimmering with confidence.....a confidence that melted his own to nothing before her.

Standing up, he pushed his own bar-stool aside and glanced to Jenna for a moment before looking down and taking a deep breath. Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees in front of their guest. Staying on his knees, he looked up and met her eyes, eyes that were brimming with with excitement as they stared down at him. She wore that same confident, fiendish smile, like she knew what was going to happen. He knew she did, he knew Jenna had probably...no...certainly already told her....or else she wouldn't be here today. "I..." he stuttered and took another breath. She reached down and tousled his hair, spreading her legs slightly and pulling him gently towards her groin before pushing him away...a teasing invitation for what may be yet to come.

"It's okay, you can tell me...."

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathed, and spoke again. "I would like to be owned, shared, and used for your pleasure this evening." He looked back and forth between Mel and Jenn, making sure both knew....he was speaking to them both. He felt a pounding in his chest like he'd never felt before. Both women grinned, looking at at one another, then back at him.

"Such a good boy...." Mel's voice was teasing...seductive..... "You've trained him very well Jenn."

Jenna nodded, "Yes, he's accepted his place very well...he's my Alpha-husband outside the house...but in here....he understands he's the bitch....my little bitch." She made sure he heard every syllable she spoke....enunciating it for his own pleasurable humiliation. The three of them went silent for a moment, the ladies still grinning, eyes flitting between one another, then back to him, eyeing him lustfully. It was as if they were speaking silently between themselves.....it felt like an eternity to him, but it could not have been more than a minute.

"Well dear," Jenn addressed Melanie, breaking the silence. "As our honored guest I suppose it is only fitting that you to lead the way to the fun". She produced something from the drawer of the kitchen island....a black leash with a collar attached to it. Handing it to Melanie, she pointed her finger at her kneeling husband. Her smile was gone, or at least hidden behind a new expression....one of power. "I will let you lead the way to the bedroom dear, you know where to go...." she said to Melanie, bowing aside and gesturing towards the staircase that led to the master bedroom.

Melanie took the leash and collar and turned towards him, towering over him where he knelt. She put her finger under chin, raised his head and began to fasten the collar about his neck....then stopped. "No..." she said with a smirk. She dropped the collar on the floor at her feet. "I requested that you show me what you wanted.....now show me....". His cheeks burned red, his heart pounded in his chest, his cock strained in his pants. He looked at the collar, up at her, back to the collar and then back up at her again. He picked up the collar and held it in his hands, nervously fumbling to undo the buckle. Staring at the floor, he wrapped it around his own neck and...somehow....managed to secure the clasp despite his nerves. His breath was coming quickly, his face was hot and he felt sweat beading up in the small of his back.

He let his hands fall to his knees and looked up again. Her eyes were like fire, intense and burning above a cocky smirk. "Good boy...", she teased, and she clicked the leash to his neck and started towards the stairs. He scrambled to stand and keep up with her, catching a glance at Jenna as the leash tugged at his neck and prodded him along. His wife's cheeks were flushed and he could see her breast rising and falling with excited breaths before he started up the stairwell.