While Husbands Travel

Chapter 8 Serving and Servicing

Bob's business trip to London was now well into its second week. To Beth, it seemed like he had been away forever and it would take forever before he came back home. At least she stopped suffering from the dulling boredom that often inflicted a housewife's suburban life and had found an outlet for satisfying her sexual needs. She had become Jane's lover. Sex with her help to pass the time away in a fun and satisfying way.

But Beth was starting to feel horny again. She thought to call Jane just to touch base with her but refrained from doing it because Jane had told her she would be busy on Monday and Tuesday and would call her once she had taken care of her business. Jane was always true to her word. If she said she would call her, she meant it. So Beth waited.

Jane finally called right at noon on Wednesday. "I've finally got everything set up for tomorrow afternoon," Jane informed her. "I'll be expecting you to arrive around 2:00."

Naturally, Beth was curious. "Do you mind telling me what this is all about?" she asked.

"I'm going to introduce you to the other members of the housewives' group, but I need your help with a few other things first," Jane answered.

Beth suddenly felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach. She suddenly felt like she was Danielle walking into the lioness' den. Up to this point, Jane had been her one and only lesbian lover and now her neighbour was making good on her promise to share her with other women and initiate her into the local housewives' group.

"Her mouth was dry as she asked, "What do I wear?"

"Just come over as you are," Jane told her. "I've got something ready for you. You won't be wearing anything for long anyway. And no masturbation between now and then. Understood? See you tomorrow."

Beth was on tenterhooks for the rest of the day and Thursday morning too. She could only speculate on what was going to happen. She was nervous but she was also excited. What would these women be like? What would they do to her. Jane had refrained from offering any details, probably deliberately. Beth told herself that she could just stay home, but between the boredom of housework and the thrill of sex, the thrill of sex won out easily.

On the following day, Beth dressed simply, in a blouse and skirt, and as usual, no bra and no panty. At exactly 2:00, she walked across the yard and knocked on Jane's door.

Jane opened the door and let Beth in. As soon as the door closed, Jane took Beth in her arms and began to kiss her eagerly. For a few moments, no one or nothing else mattered. They had missed each other.

Finally, Jane broke off their kissing. "I'd love to keep going," Jane rasped, "but we have a few things to do before the ladies arrive. I'm expecting them to arrive in a couple of hours. But right now, my cute little slut, you have to help me prepare the food, set the table and put some wine and beer in the cooler. Besides, I want some private time with you to find out how your talk with Bob went last Sunday."

"Actually, everything is great. He's still okay with what I'm doing as long as I'm okay with it too. He trusts you to look out for me too."

"Excellent!" Jane said. "Well, while we're working, I want to clarify a few things and ask a few questions s to learn where your head is at."

"Sure, shoot."

"Will you do as I say?" Jane asked.

"Considering, I don't know enough about myself and what I might or might not do, I prefer to let you to guide me through it," Beth said. "So yes, I will let you control my body."

"You have educated yourself or seen what's on the internet to have determined some of your limits, haven't you?"

"Yes," Beth replied," there are some obvious things that are unacceptable to me."

"For example?"

"No BDSM, no pain, no coercion or threats, nothing in public and nothing that leads to real humiliation. There might be other stuff I haven't thought of but I just don't know at this point. There might be other things but I can only tell you when I come across them. And I definitely don't want any men involved. Only my husband is entitled to have access to my body. I will not cheat on Bob for any man."

"Not to worry," Jane replied. "None of us are into those sorts of things. I have no intention of making you do something that is against your nature or beliefs. And I certainly don't want to harm your relationship with Bob. The purpose of the housewives' group is fun. If it's not fun, we don't do it."

Jane though for a moment. "Is it okay if I push you into trying new things?"

"Sure," Beth agreed, "you are in control unless I say you're not."

"Then we need a safe word in case things go to far for you, something you wouldn't say accidentally. Will the word 'pancakes' do?"

"Yes," Beth agreed, "provided I have the ability to say it. In other words, you can't stick something in my mouth to stop me from using the safe word."

"Except for pussy of course," Jane said laughing.

Jane blushed. "Yes, except for pussy," she agreed.

"Was there anything else you and Bob discussed that might be of concern?"

"Bob and I agreed, despite what you call me, that I'm not really a slut because my male sexual relationship is exclusive to him and my female relationship has been exclusive to you. So, I'm guessing today the day you are turning me a lesbian slut?"

Jane smiled. "You got that right. When we're through with you, dear, you will be as much a lesbian slut as the rest of us."

Beth's pussy tingled and gushed, betraying her body's readiness and even eagerness to have sex with women who were probably all strangers to her. For a while at least, she was also going to be Jane's sexual plaything, a living sex object that her neighbour intended to pass around with other women. She couldn't believe that her own body was reacting in such a wanton way to Jane's lascivious intentions. She wasn't even really sure what she was getting herself into and that sent another the thrill of the unknown and the taboo through body.

* * *

Around 3:00, everything appeared to be ready for their guests. There was plenty of food and drink. There was nothing else left to do, or so she thought.

"I think you should eat some food now, Beth. It might be a while before you get a chance to eat again, food that is."

Beth wasn't quite sure what that was supposed to mean.

Jane laughed. "I mean I want you to eat food because you won't be eating at the same time as the rest of us."

Beth took several helpings of the food that they had laid out for their guests. She didn't eat very much because she was so nervous but it was enough to still hunger for a few hours. Then she tidied up, took the dirty dishes and cutlery to the kitchen and then washed and dried them before putting them back on the food-covered table.

About 15 minutes later, Jane said, "Now we have to get you ready."

Beth swallowed hard. This was becoming more real. She felt a resurgence of nervousness. At the same time, her excitement in anticipation of what was to come increased as well. All she knew for sure was that she was expected to have sex with a group of women who she had never met before. Jane was right. By the end of the evening she would be a lesbian slut. It was only a matter of how they used her. Much to her own surprise, Beth was eager to become their little lesbian slut.

Jane took Beth to her bedroom where she had laid our a uniform for Beth. It did not take her long to strip off her clothes and put on the uniform. The skirt was short and barely covered her ass cheeks. Leaning over even a tiny bit would expose her cute naked little butt cheeks.

The black blouse had buttons down the front but Jane instructed her to button up starting from the bottom. When Beth did the button that marked the middle point between her nipples. It barely provided enough support to cover her nipples. Jane told her to leave the remaining buttons undone. The net effect of the cleavage was to expose the upper part of her perky breasts while hinting at the length of her already stiffening nipples. In addition there was slits on each side.

"From this point on, I want to play the role of a servant who wishes only to please her mistresses," Jane told her. "For now, don't speak unless spoken to. Understood?"

Beth nodded. Jane obviously wanted to turn her natural compliance into several hours of submissiveness.

"Don't forget. You agreed to let me control your body. I intend to let four women, who you probably don't know, to access your body. Understood?" Jane asked.

Beth nodded again.

"Good, stay here until I come back for you. The girls should be arriving soon."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jane greeted her guests and invited to sit down and help themselves to a drink. A few minutes later, there was another ring of the door bell followed by a third.

From the noise she could hear, it sounded like the women were already into their party, a party she would join acting as a servant. Since the food was set up as a self-service, Beth knew she would have to air until she was called.

After about 30 minutes, Jane came into the bedroom. "They're almost finished eating and we're all waiting for you to serve the drinks. So, slut, it's showtime! I'll introduce you to the ladies. Follow me."

Jane headed back to the dining room with little Beth in tow.

"Oh, what a cute little thing she is!" said one of the women.

"That's Astrid," Jane said by way of introduction.

As Jane was standing up while introducing her. There was only one empty chair at the table to the left of Astrid, Beth presumed that it was Jane's seat.

Astrid looked like a typical suburban mom. Middle-aged, her stretch marks testified to her motherhood. Her wide hips and her respectably sized breasts were separated by a waspishly thin waist Overall, she was a bit on the thin side as could be seen in her arms and legs and the angular features of her face. She carried a few extra pounds due to age and childbearing. Her auburn hair hung low, the edges of which were just above her nipples. Her green eyes were her outstanding feature.

Next to Astrid was a black woman.

"And this is Jaesenna," Jane continued.

What made this woman unique was the fact that she was black, black enough to be originally from Africa. Beth later found out that she came from Ghana, a country in western Africa. She was almost as big as Jane. Everything about her resembled Jane except of course the colour of her skin and the fullness of her face, including her thick lips and large flat nose. Jaesenna seemed a little reserved as she only smiled and nodded at her. It was difficult for Beth to guess her age but she guessed that she was probably younger than the other women with the exception of the blonde who was sitting next to her.

Jane introduced the blonde as Gillian. Her long wavy hair was tied up into a pony tale. It was a little shorter than Astrid's hair. Beth wondered if she was a fake blonde because her light hair did not seem to match her dark eyes. She was clearly the youngest of the four, probably closing in on 30. Her breasts seemed swollen. They were slightly larger than Beth's but, because she was a head taller then Beth, they looked proportionately smaller. Her lips were quite beautiful.

"She recently had her second child and is breast-feeding her," Jane explained. "Grandma is taking care of her baby." That explained why her mammaries appeared swollen.

"Hi," she said extending her hand. Beth clasp her hand and shook it.

"What an interesting garment you're wearing. It looks like an ultra-sexy version of a maid's outfit," she observed. "Is she going to serve us?" Gillian asked.

"Yes," Jane answered, "plus she's is going to service us too. Just so that everyone knows. Beth here is letting me control her body and has agreed to do whatever I tell her to do. We'll see soon enough if that is true. She is role-playing as a servant and is not allowed to talk unless spoken. Later, I'll hand her over to you four and you use her in anyway you like subject to the conditions I told you all about by phone."

Jane then introduced the last woman whose outstanding characteristic was that she was clearly the oldest woman in the room. She sat between Gillian and Jane's empty seat. Beth guessed that she was at least 60 years old. Outside the inevitable wrinkles and buildup of cellulite, she was in remarkably good shape for an old woman. She actually looked familiar. Beth was certain she had had seen her before. 'The neighbourhood strip mall may?' she asked herself.

"I'm Pinky. That's my nickname," she explained. "I don't like my real name and never use it."

Beth naturally wanted to ask what her real name was but she had not been spoken to in a manner that expected an answer.

Pinky saw the question in Beth's eyes. "My parents couldn't come up with a name that they could agree on. Ultimately, they picked a neutral name, Periwinkle, Pinky for short. They could have called my Lily, or Rose, or Violet, or Daisy, but no, they just had to name me after the profusion of flowers that grew around the house were I grew up. Later, when I met my biologist husband, he told me that the name also describes an edible sea snail. When my husband used my full name and said he was hungry, it meant he wanted to eat the little snail between my legs." Then she winked.

The other women laughed. Beth looked embarrassed by the unexpected answer.

Pinky noticed that Beth was studying her as if she was trying to remember something.

"You're looking at me as if you have seen me before," Pinky said. "You probably have. You know your neighbour at the back of your property?"

That was a direct question.

"Not really," Beth confessed. "I hardly ever see them. They aren't backyard types as far as I can tell."

"Well, we're their neighbours on their right side which means that our property and yours touch what is the left corner of our backyards. Does that ring any bell?"

Beth's face lit up in recognition. "Yes, now I remember. I think I've seen you a couple of times from the backyard but I really didn't pay much attention, I'm afraid."

"That's okay dear," Pinky replied. "That's totally understandable."

"Has everyone got a refill?" Jane then asked. "Take you seats, ladies. Enough talk," she proclaimed. She took her seat at the head of the table while the other four women sat as pairs across from each other. She did not invite Beth to join them. "Let my little slut serve us some drinks. Then she can service us."

Beth understood the first part of Beth's statement but she a little confused about what the last sentence meant. She would learn soon enough.

* * *

Beth decided it was her duty to serve the host first but when she moved to pick the bottle for Jane's drink, Jane said, "Serve my guests first, slut."

Beth scanned the table to see what the women were drinking. She was thinking about protocol and decided to proceed by apparent seniority. Pinky would be served first because she was clearly the oldest person in the group.

But the youngest, Gillian, dashed her plan by lifting her glass and saying, "Give me a refill, slut, cabernet sauvignon." So much for seniority. It was first to ask, first to be served.

The bottle was right in front of Gillian. She could easily have served herself, but that wasn't part of the game these women were playing. Beth stepped to Gillian's right side to reach for the bottle. It put her between Gillian, the youngest and Pinky, the oldest.

Beth picked up the bottle and proceeded to the task of filling Gillian's wine glass. As she poured the wine, Gillian lifted her skirt and then took one of her ass cheeks in her hand. She squeezed and fondled it. Beth smiled in response.

After putting Gillian's bottle back on the table, Beth reached over to pick up the wine bottle in front of Pinky and began to refill Pinky's wine glass. Beth moaned because two things happened at the same time. Pinky was fondling Beth's other butt cheek while Gillian's hand travelled up her inner thigh until it reached Beth's naked pussy which she diddled with her fingers. One finger slipped into her moist hole but was soon withdrawn.

Pinky stroked her half of Beth's cute little bottom too, saying, "You're the cutest little slut I've seen in a long time," she said. She leaned over and licked, then kissed her ass. Then she dipped her finger into Beth's pussy, which Gillian had just vacated, and then put her wet finger in her mouth, "Hmm, tasty," she remarked.

Beth looked to see what Pinky was drinking. She was drinking cabernet sauvignon too. Bottle still in hand, she stepped to Pinky's right side and poured the wine into her glass but she had difficulty keep the bottle steady in her hand. Pinky's hand slid up Beth's thigh as well. "Gillian, darling, you forgot to mention that her pussy is totally hairless too. I'll bet she's really tasty morsel."

"I guarantee it!" Jane declared.

The other women laughed when they saw Beth blush.

"She has such an air of innocence about her," Jane her mistress and host added. "She is still capable of being embarrassed. "I agree with you, Gillian. She is the cutest little slut we've all seen in a long time."

Beth looked at Jane whose smile could be described as somewhere between mischievous and wicked. Jane didn't touch her though.

Beth stepped back and walked to the other side of the table where Jaesenna and Astrid were sitting. Jaesenna was drinking a merlot while Astrid was the only woman who favoured a white wine. Beth picked up the bottle of white wine and poured it into Jaesenna's glass. She expected the woman to fondle her butt and or feel her up underneath her tiny skirt. Instead, Jaeseena turned a little and then had slid though the slit on the right side of her blouse.

At the same, Astrid a turned as well and slid her left hand through the slit on the left side, Both hands reached for tits and squeezed them her hand on the right side.

"Oh my," the black woman said, "her nipples are really big and they're so hard too!"

Astrid said nothing. Jaesenna had spoken for her too.

Beth had to be extra careful about putting the wine bottle back on the table. As her nipples were extremely sensitive, it didn't take much to make them stiffen again. Since their touches were brazenly sexual in nature, the message received by her nipples were almost instantaneously sent to her pussy. She trembled in excitement. The bottle in her hand shook visibly. She had to set in down on the table carefully.

The next woman was Astrid. Beth took a deep breathe to calm herself. She barely had the presence of mind to note that Astrid was drinking a Riesling. She reached for the Riesling and began to pour the white wine into Astrid's glass. She had to be even more careful because Astrid's active hand between her legs and while she sucked one of her nipples excited her and made her task to keep herself steady very difficult.

These women knew how to torture a woman with pleasure as their instrument.

"Oh Beth, dear," Jane said. I forgot to put the cheese on the table. Could you get some it for us, please?"

Beth did a she was told. She went to the kitchen and brought back two plates of cheese. As the only open spots on the table were near its centre, little Beth had to lean over between Jaesenna and Astrid to set one plate down and then had to get between Pinky and Gillian to put the other one down. In pairs, the four women made free use of their access to the little slut's body. Beth was continuously wet with arousal. She ache in her need for release.

Although Jane's four guests had done a thorough job of fondling her body parts, none had actually seen much beyond the glances they received when they slipped their hands underneath her skirt or through the slits on the sides of her blouse. In fact, the afterglow that the four women had received received thanks to Beth's mouth had dissipated and was replaced by rekindling of the fire for more delights.