CHAPTER 2: BELLE ACCEPTS
I woke the next morning confused by everything. This room was definitely not the old motel room I had been in. The sun was shining strongly outside and everywhere seemed quiet. At home I would have been in trouble for oversleeping. At the motel the truck noise outside would have been thundering. Yesterday came back to me. The more I went over the memories of the job advertisement, talking to Mr. and Mrs. Matthews, what the job really was about, everything I had divulged/confessed, and ... and everything else that happened.
It seemed impossible they had so easily accepted what I was. They had no disgust when I described what I was or when they SAW what I was. I was really naked in front of them. I smiled at that memory. They told me I was beautiful. Me. Not disgusting, not an abomination. Beautiful. And special.
I stretched my body in the comfort of the big bed under the light covers. I pushed off the covers and rolled out of bed. The room windows faced the back of the property. I felt the properties were large and I was right. A pool sparkling with reflection of the sun. A well maintained yard and plantings. Tall fences and tall shrubs surrounded it.
I turned back to the room. Would this be my room? Maybe they had a smaller one somewhere downstairs? I spotted an open door showing a bathroom. A bathroom for only this room? As I walked toward it, I passed my reflection in a mirror that showed my entire body. I never had a mirror large enough to see myself. I think to myself that these people are right. I want to believe they are right that I am beautiful. I gaze at my image: my breasts, my body shape, my ... penis. The terms they used were so different.
I used the bathroom and washed a bit of the sleep from my eyes and face. A brush, toothbrush in its wrapper, and toothpaste sat on the counter top. After brushing my teeth and brushing my hair, I noticed a robe hanging from a hook on the wall behind the door.
With the robe on, I ventured out of the room. In the hallway, I could hear soft sounds from downstairs. The staircase. I padded barefoot down the stairs. The sounds became more distinct as I descended. It brought back memories of last night when they would leave to talk privately. These sounds were the same. Soft voices. Sounds of things being set on surfaces. The smell of strong, aromatic coffee said kitchen. I hadn't seen where the kitchen or anything else was. I followed the sounds and the smell that now also mixed with prepared food.
I stood at the opening into the kitchen. There was a nook off the kitchen at the back of the house where they sat. Windows faced a smaller table for four, the sun streaming in. Both had coffee and juice. There were used plates on the kitchen counter from when they had already eaten. Mr. Matthews was sitting so he saw me first. They were both wearing light robes like the one I found and now wore.
"There she is," he exclaimed brightly as he rose from the table and hugged me tightly. He kissed the top of my head and stroked my back outside the robe. Mrs. Matthews was there, too, ready and waiting to do the same.
She sat me at the table and quickly brought coffee, juice, and a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. A small bowl of jam sat on the table.
"I'm sorry I slept so long," I muttered as I looked the plate she set in front of me. "I don't know why it happened. I was trained to get up with the sun and have everything ready for the family."
Mrs. Matthews put her hand on mine. "Shush. Those people no longer set your rules."
They let me eat my breakfast and gave me a second cup of coffee. They were watching me. I looked up and returned they gaze timidly. They were waiting.
"Have you decided?" The words came from both of them with equal levels of anticipation. Decided? Oh ... yes ... they insisted I sleep on the job decision.
I smiled at them. "I decided last night, Sir, Ma'am. Nothing has changed in my feelings." My gaze fixed on each of them separately. "I desire to serve you."
"Are you sure, dear?" she asked.
"Ma'am, please. It wasn't a decision I had to think hard about." I looked back and forth between them. "I know how to do the real job part. I will learn your favorites meals and the way you like it prepared. The other part ... yes, it is all new to me. Understand, though ..." I considered my words and started over. "Last night you called me an innocent. I guess I am. I think of myself now as an empty vessel. You showed me I can be a different vessel. Before ... they wanted me to be a utilitarian jar crudely shaped and filled with chores and ugly feelings. You two are giving me the opportunity to be a brightly colored, pretty vase that can be filled with responsibilities and amazing new experiences." They were watching me with surprise. "Does any of that make sense?"
She moved to me and hugged me, again. I've never been hugged so much in just this short time with them. "That was wonderfully expressed, dear." She looked at her husband and back to me. "We want you to forget that ugly jar and to focus on the pretty vase. We will help you fill it with wonderful, exciting experiences." I beamed back at them.
"Okay," he said. "Can you start working for us immediately?"
"Yes, Sir! Please!"
We talked for an hour or more. She would help me gain familiarity with the house, what needed to be done, and where everything I would need could be found. That would come with time. They would ease me into everything. It was a big house, I thought. I insisted I would call them 'Sir' and 'Ma'am'. They relented. The room I woke in would be mine but they clarified that I would likely sleep in their bed more than that one. That brought a smile and nervousness. They really did desire me. They assured me everything would take time, especially the sex. That warm flush kept flashing through me. I could feel my nipples harden against the robe material, my penis move, and a funny feeling in my vagina. They called it excitement, arousal, and it felt wonderful.
They took me on a quick tour of the house. We remained in robes. It felt funny but they were extremely comfortable about their bodies. We stepped into every room with short discussion. There was even a workout room behind the garage. It explained how they kept so fit at 40. I was half their age and not as strong. We even went outside to the pool. She took off her robe and mine, then turned us in a circle to show how private the yard was. She said she used the pool naked. And still naked, she walked me further into the yard. I was nervous, very nervous, but I saw she was right. The yard was private.
As we walked back toward him, Sir exclaimed, "Wow. Two of the sexiest women on earth live with me." I glowed under their constant reminders of being beautiful and sexy.
She and I remained naked. It was going to take some getting used to. Back in my new bedroom, they went through all my clothes, the few I had. All of them went into the give away pile.
Ma'am and Sir sat on my bed. I stood before them still naked with the realization that I had no clothes left. "We need to take her shopping for clothes and stuff, Charles."
He nodded without taking his eyes off me. His eyes roamed over my nakedness boldly. His intentional, appreciative gaze caused me to blush but also reinforced that he liked my body. "Yes, we do. But, I like seeing her naked."
She chuckled. "Of course you do and I don't blame you." She rose and came behind me, her nakedness pressing against my naked back. She cupped my breasts. "I know you love these beauties," she said to her husband. I watched him nod and smile. She reached down to grasp my penis. It swell at her touch. "What about her cock? You like it, too?"
"I do," he said.
She chuckled as she stroked it. It grew quickly. Oh that felt good, even if it was still embarrassing for it to be by her in front of him as she casual presented me to him. "Charles, I never thought of you as a cock kind of guy."
"Me, either. But hers ..."
"Think you'll want to suck it, Charles?" She was tempting him. I suddenly saw it. She was using me to tempt and arouse her husband. "I know I am going to enjoy sucking her cock. You, too?"
He nodded. He raised his eyes away from my penis being stroked hard by his wife. His eyes stopped at my breasts and erect nipples before looking at each of us in turn. "Yes, isn't that strange? But, yes, because it is hers and not a man. Yes, I do want to suck this beautiful woman's cock."
She led me to the bed. "We haven't seen your pussy, yet," she gasped with arousal.
I lay back and opened my legs. They raised my knees and spread them out. I felt fully exposed. It felt lewd and wrong but also excited and right. They both settled between my legs. I raised my head to gaze down at them. I blushed red. Past my breasts and hard penis, both heads were only a foot from my exposed vagina. Fingers began touching. My clitoris. A large finger probed inside.
"Feel her hyman?" she asked. Not me. Her husband. They were inspecting me, exploring my different body, my special body, my beautiful body. "That's yours to break, Charles. Imagine, my love, a virgin to open for our and her pleasure."
My head had fallen back to the bed. It was embarrassing enough to hear what they said so casually about me than to actually watch them. I felt lips and a tongue at my vagina. I looked and it was Sir. I gasped and moaned. Ma'am leaned to the side and watched from inches away. His lips left my vagina but not my body. I sucked in a deep breath with expectation, anticipation. He kissed and licked the base of my penis. He licked higher. I didn't think it could become so hard. My penis throbbed, pulsed. I moaned loudly as lips came to the head and into his mouth. They shifted and Ma'am was next to him, too. One licked my penis shaft as the other sucked the head. They changed back and forth. Oooooo ... I've never felt anything like this.
My mouth opened wide as the sensations crested within me. At first, no sound came out, no breathing. I was frozen in the moment, in that powerful sensation welling up inside me. Then, "OH ... OH ... Ohhhhh ... yeeessssss ... YESSSSSSS!" exploded from my mouth. I thought my head might explode as the sensation became so intense. My penis did, though. It somehow swelled and stiffened even more, it pulsed, and my body flinched as my penis erupted. Ma'am was sucking me at the moment but Sir's lips were on the shaft.
I gasped for breath even after it was over. I turned my head when I could finally move just that much. They were kneeling next to me. He had shed his robe, too. All three of us were naked. "What ...?" but the words weren't there for me to complete the question.
They both beamed. "How was it?" they seemed to ask in unison.
"I thought my body was about to come apart," I confessed. "Is that sex?"
They chuckled, "Only one form of it," she said. "There is much more. And you are so lucky."
