Mary explained that once they were driving, James told her that she needed to be more comfortable being naked where others might see her.
James told her to take off her blouse, and reluctantly Mary did. Driving along wearing just her bra. James told her it was not any different than wearing a bathing suit. After a few minutes, Mary relaxed and they listened to the radio. James asked her if she was ready for the next step. She asked what that might be.
James told her to take off her bra. Mary started to object that people might see.
James told her that he would not repeat himself again.
"Take off your bra." He instructed.
Mary did as she was told. She unfastened her bra, slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to her lap. Her full, rounded breasts were now fully exposed. Mary said that she felt her nipples getting hard. Was it fear or excitement? They drove that way for about half an hour. Finally, James told her to put her blouse back on but leave the bra off.
James drove into a driveway and up to modest sized, ivy covered home. When they walked to the door, a gray haired older woman who introduced herself as Margaret met them. Margaret led them to a small sitting room, offered them something to drink and excused herself, saying that she would be right back. When Margaret returned, an another woman accompanied her. Unlike Margaret, this woman was totally naked. She was about Mary's age, late forties or early fifty's. She was on the plumpish side, like Mary, but not fat. Her breasts were larger than Mary's was with dark brown areolas and nipples. She walked proudly and stopped a little behind Margaret. .
Margaret told James that this was the girl he had inquired about. Mary told me later she hadn't understood what was happening. What happened next was a surprise. Margaret spoke to James, She told him that this was Greta and motioned for Greta to stop forward. Greta bowed her head and placed her hands behind her back. She knelt down with her knees spread, exposing her herself. Mary told me that she would never forget what Greta said.
Without lifting her eyes, Greta said in a whispered voice "I am Greta, how may I serve you today."
She called him Master. James looked at Mary, then back to Margaret. He told her that he had seen enough for the time being. Margaret nodded to Greta who stood up, simply said thank you to James, adding a Sir, and left. Margaret walked James and Mary back to the door and out the James's car. Without another word, she returned to the house. Back in the car, James asked Mary what she thought.
Before Mary could answer, James commented "Greta has been well trained, don't you think?" "She is waiting for a collar."
He told Mary that they had another stop to make and told her to take off her blouse again. "I enjoy seeing your breasts bounce and jiggle," James told her.
Mary quietly did as she was told. Before James started the car, he looked at Mary, gestured towards her skirt, and Mary knew. With a word, Mary unzipped her skirt and slipped it down. When James didn't start driving, Mary slipped her panties off and placed them on the seat between them.
James picked them up and held them to his nose, inhaling Mary's scent. Then he held the crotch to his lips and licked the wetness that had accumulated there.
As they got to the end of the driveway. James saw a young man, maybe eighteen or nineteen crossing the drive. James called him over to the car. When he saw Mary, sitting naked in the passenger seat his jaw dropped. James handed him Mary's panties.
"She won't need these any more today, you keep them." he said. As they drove away, James looked over at Mary. She was breathing faster than normal and smiling.
"Congratulations Mary," James said. "How do you feel?"
Mary was trembling, she was panting softly, her nipples were rock hard and she had a drop or two of perspiration on her upper lip.
"I feel fantastic," she replied.
Mary told me later, that she hadn't even realized that she was that excited. But looking back, she told me that she was. Driving around with nothing on did get her wet. Very wet. Mary had, unknowingly, moved into a new episode in her life, and in mine.
After driving for nearly an hour, James told Mary to put her skirt and blouse back on. He pulled up to a small shop and told Mary to wait in the car. When he returned, he had a small package, which he placed, in Mary's lap, telling her not to open it until he told her. While they were driving back to the house, James asked Mary a very direct question. He started by saying that a few weeks before, with me beside her, he had asked her whose cock she preferred. At that time she said that his was bigger and better, but that she still loved mine. He asked her again. Now that she had time to think about it, and knowing that I wasn't there, he asked the question again.
"Whose cock do you prefer. Mary?" She told me she thought about that question for many minutes. She also told me that she hoped that I understood, but she did like James cock better. Then James asked, "Which one of us do you want fucking you?"
This time there was no hesitation. Mary told him, "I want you to fuck me from now on, only you."
When she told me this I was pretty shaken up. Its not every day that your wife tells you that she wants someone else's cock inside her.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," James said.
"You are going to be my little fuck slut." But, understand that I may, from time to time require you to be with other, men as well as other women."
He told her that he was going to make changes in our future, Hers, his and mine. About that time, they arrived back at the house and were in time to enjoy the show that Ginny and I put on by the pool.
Mary asked if I was mad at her. In return, I asked if she was serious about wanting James more than me.
She told me only his cock, I she still loved me and that she didn't want that to change at all. That took some of the hurt away, but not all of it.
I asked her if she wanted to see James again. She told me that she would see him again whenever he wished, and so would I. Great I told her, I can't wait. She told me not to be so negative and sarcastic. In my mind, I was slowly accepting the fact that James was now more in control of our lives than we were. Little did I know what was going to happen next.
And my thought kept returning to Ginny.
