Submissive husband serves his Mistress Wife and Her lover with morning tea and more.
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"And what time would you like morning tea in your tent," asked the manager as we sat at the table enjoying our after dinner drinks.
We were at Island Camp, a one night stay in our one week tour of the northern lakes.
I didn't presume to answer the manager's question, looking instead across the table to my Wife who discussed it with Darren sat next to Her, informing the manager of their 7:30 decision.
"Richard," She said to me, "you need to be at our room to serve tea at 7:30, so you'll need yours earlier -- say 6:30."
"Yes Darling," I replied to Her.
"6:30 for me," I confirmed to the manager.
We finished our drinks -- a last brandy for Darren, whisky for me and a small glass of Port for Her, before saying our good nights and going off to bed, my Mistress Wife and Her lover Darren in one tent, and me in another a few hundred yards down from theirs.
I tossed and turned a little at night, wondering what the two of them were up to. No matter how long their relationship lasted and burgeoned, I was always a little jealous and disturbed at the thought of Her in the arms -- and bed -- of another man. What were they doing? Were they fucking? Was She sucking him? But there was no answer to my questions and I eventually found sleep.
By 7am I'd had my tea, a shave and shower (Mistress insisted I shave my chin and pubic hair every day so as to be smooth if required to lick or come against Her) and was getting dressed to go across to their tent.
7:20, in good time, I was on the veranda of their tent, wiping down the chairs, waiting for their tea to arrive which it did promptly at 7:30.
"Good morning Mistress," I called. "Would you like your tea in bed, or out on the veranda."
"We'll have it on the veranda," She replied. "Please pour it -- we'll be right out."
I heard the sounds of movement and preparation through the canvas as I poured their tea. Hers white with no sugar. Darren's black with one sugar.
She was the first out. Looking ruffled, sexy and marvellous, wearing a short, see through, ivory slip. I gazed at Her nipples, as they pushed the fabric away from Her large tits. Her narrow waist emphasised by the gather in the middle of Her slip. Her long, dark legs, smooth and sexy, stretching for ever from below the high hemline. The very picture of femininity.
"God, She looks gorgeous," I thought to myself, wondering again if the two of them had had last night. They probably did. Of course I didn't voice my thoughts -- it was not my place to question my Mistress' actions.
"Good morning, Mistress," I said instead. "You look lovely this morning, as always."
"Thank you, Richard," she said, taking Her tea and the seat I indicated, looking out over the lake and the early morning sunshine. "What a lovely morning," She said.
Darren was the next out. Tall, stocky and handsome, it was immediately apparent what She or any other woman would see in him. I noticed the bulge in his boxers moving as he came out to his seat.
"Sit here sweetie," She said to him, indicating the seat opposite Her. "The views out over the lake are lovely. Richard, give him his tea."
As he sat I leaned over and handed him his tea.
"Now leave us," She said to me. "Go in and tidy up our tent."
I went through to the tent and started to gather up their clothes. Folding them neatly and hanging them over the backs of chairs, putting towels back in the bathroom and the like. I noticed the bed was well ruffled, and deduced that sex last night was a distinct likelihood. I lifted the sheets to looks for wet patches, but was unable to see any, so was unable to confirm my suspicions.
