Seasons Of Submission Pt 04

Seasons of Submission

Part Four of Four - Winter 2002 - A New Year's Resolution

Christmas was upon us; my wife's mother planned to spend it with her elderly parents. They were a four hour drive away so she'd be staying there for several days. Mary would be on her own so Rachel asked her to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with us.

On Christmas Eve, the three of us went to a local pub to enjoy the holiday atmosphere. At about eleven o'clock, feeling very merry, we set off on the short walk home. It was just as well the pub wasn't too far from our house because both my wife and her girlfriend were wearing very high heels. They'd received admiring glances all evening, no surprise there; my wife must have aroused many a cock from its slumber in her tight black minidress, barely black seamed stockings and black stilettos; she'd certainly kept my swollen penis happy.

Mary was less used to flaunting her recently discovered sensuality in public. At first, she looked a little awkward in a tight, red, knee-length pencil-cut dress and stilettos, but as the night wore on and she'd had a couple of glasses of wine, she relaxed and got used to the attention she was getting.

My wife kept a close eye on her girlfriend; Mary was still a little naive in the ways of the world; no one in the pub knew her or recognised her except for an attractive woman in her forties who worked at the local corner shop.

"Hello Mary, it is Mary, isn't it?"

"Yes, hello."

"My God, I don't know what to say, you're an absolute babe; have you any idea how fucking hot you are?"

"I've had a bit of a change of style since my mother died."

"Yes, I was sorry to hear about your mother's death."

"Well, at least she's no longer in pain and suffering."

"Yes, that must be a relief for you."

"It is, I feel free to be my own woman now, to dress how I like and to date who I like."

"Is there a lucky man in the picture?"

"Not a man, no."

Mary's cheeks coloured; she'd unintentionally given the game away.

"I see; let me buy you a drink; we'll go somewhere quiet for a chat."

"Oh, I'm with friends tonight."

"Don't worry, they won't miss you for a few minutes."

The shop assistant's pussy must have been dripping for Mary because just before we left, she managed to lure her into a dark corner in the labyrinth of a pub. She pressed Mary against a wall, fondled her, tried to kiss her and invited her to go home with her. My wife rescued her flustered girlfriend and told Mary's admirer, "Another time maybe".

When we got home, we had a coffee and a small brandy each. My wife sat on the settee with Mary; they laughed about her lucky escape.

"No, but seriously, Mary, you're a very attractive woman, and you're going to get a lot of interest; who wouldn't be interested in a gorgeous single woman like you? If you ever get the chance to go to bed with a woman that you fancy, take it, don't worry about me. It would be very selfish of me to insist on you being faithful when I'm happily married to a husband who takes me whenever he wants me, which is very often as you know."

Mary looked uncomfortable.

"Tell me the truth, would you like to have been picked up by that woman tonight?"

"Well; I did feel flattered; she was an attractive woman, but I wanted to come home with you tonight."

"Right, good, I'm glad you did, but if she tries to seduce you again, let her."

"I will; I think I'm ready to branch out so to speak."

I sat listening to their conversation with a hardening cock; lesbian sex always turned me on; the thought of Mary and the shop assistant hooking up together was a particularly erotic scenario. As I fantasised about it, my wife interrupted my thoughts with a very erotic proposal.

"I always get excited at Christmas; I'm like a kid; I can't wait to open my presents in the morning. But this year, the only present I really want is to have you two in bed with me tonight. Will you do it for me, Mary? You don't have to interact with my gorgeous husband; I'll be in the middle; with you two on either side of me, I want you both to make love to me at the same time; will you do it for me, Mary, please?"

She hadn't had to plead with me; she knew that I'd want to do it; my cock agreed with me.

"Okay, I trust you both; as long as you stay in the middle, I'll do it."

"Oh, God, thank you Mary; I've just got one more request that I hope you'll agree to. I want to undress you both, to unwrap you like Christmas presents, will you let me?"

"Why not; you've been more than kind to me over the last few months; you deserve to be spoiled."

"Shall we go up to bed?" My wife asked with an alluring smile.

She stopped us at the foot of the stairs; she kissed Mary tenderly on the lips while holding my hand, a gesture intended to reassure us both, more for Mary's benefit than mine. Then she let go of my hand, took hold of Mary's and led her upstairs. The sight of two shapely female bodies in tight dresses, seamed stockings and high heels, climbing the stairs hand in hand on their way to a sexual encounter was a sight I will remember for the rest of my life; my wife's dress only just covering her stocking tops; Mary's knee length pencil dress stretched taut around her buttocks and thighs and revealed her suspender straps and fasteners through the material.

In the bedroom, my wife asked her girlfriend to unzip her dress. Mary put one hand on her shoulder and slowly lowered the zip with the other, a manoeuvre they must have practised numerous times in the last couple of months. My wife stepped out of her dress, folded it neatly, put it over the back of a chair, and then asked me to unclip her bra. I obliged; she reached behind and squeezed my hard cock through my trousers as I did so. Next, she unclipped her stockings and removed them together with her stilettos before unclipping and removing her suspender belt. She asked Mary to pull her knickers down. Mary, in her tight red dress, somehow managed to kneel in front of her; she pulled her knickers down slowly and sensuously with her nose almost touching my wife's bush.

My wife helped her up and then Mary stood and watched as Rachel stripped me naked. Mary couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in my underpants; when my wife pulled them down, my cock swayed; stood proud and rock hard at a forty-five-degree angle; Mary blushed furiously.

"Oh, heavens," she exclaimed.

"It's okay Mary; he's got a licence for it."

"I'm sorry; I've led a very sheltered life; the only time I've ever seen one of those before is when a grubby young man flashed his erect penis at me one night as I walked home from work; it wasn't anywhere near as big as that."

"Not many are, but don't worry, he won't let it get anywhere near you... unless you want it to of course."

I knew that Rachel often fucked Mary with a strap-on; she must have had some idea of what it might feel like to have a cock inside her.

Mary's face coloured again, but she didn't reply. My wife moved behind her and unzipped her dress. Mary had to wiggle out of the tight-fitting garment; my wife helped her pull it down and Mary stepped out of it. Now it was my turn to stare; she had a lovely shapely body; she looked very sexy in her stockings, heels and suspenders. My wife slowly removed her items of underwear, one by one, in a very arousing manner. She left her knickers until last; she removed them from behind with her girlfriend facing in my direction so that I could get a good view of her naked body.

Her breasts were beautiful, larger than a handful, perfectly shaped teardrops with dark red nipples and aureola. Her dark pubic hair had been trimmed by my wife; she'd left a landing strip. Just like my wife's pubic hairstyle since she'd started her affair with Mary, it struck me then that it was done as much for practical reasons as aesthetic reasons; for the past two months, these two women had spent hours with their mouths in each other's pussies.

My wife got into bed first; she asked me to open a bottle of champagne and bring it to the bedroom with three glasses. When I returned, Mary had got into bed on her left so I poured the champagne, gave them each a glass and got into bed with mine. It all felt very cosy and right; I was delighted that Mary had agreed to it; she still couldn't take her eyes off my cock even though it was only half erect by then. We soon drank our champagne; I poured us a second glass; when we'd finished that; I attempted to get us down to business. I turned the dimmer switch down so that the bedroom was bathed in a soft low light.

"Darling, we're your Christmas presents, like you asked us to be; you've opened our packaging; how do you want to play with us?

My wife smiled at me, turned toward Mary and kissed her softly; as she was doing so, she reached back and got hold of my cock and manipulated it until it was solid again. I spooned her, kissed her neck and massaged her breasts. She whimpered her arousal into Mary's mouth. My wife reached down between Mary's legs and cupped her pussy, giving it a gentle squeeze. Mary made approving noises; my cock became even harder. Rachel lifted her right knee so I could get access to her pussy from behind; I slid two fingers inside her; she gasped and let out a breath of extreme pleasure.

"Mmmm, Darling, that's wonderful but I want your cock."

I moved in close and lifted her onto me; she sighed erotically as my cock parted her vaginal muscles and I sunk myself into her up to the hilt. I moved my hips in slow gyrations so I was fucking her very slowly. In the meantime, my wife latched onto Mary's left breast and was sucking her nipple; she still had her fingers inside her; she was fucking her slowly with them. My wife was loving the attention from us both.

"This is beyond my wildest dreams; to be fucked by my husband and my girlfriend at the same time is so erotic. Mary please touch me; I want you to touch me."

I felt a bolt of arousal at my wife's words; Mary was about to reach for her girlfriend's pussy while I was still inside her. Mary misjudged, or at least I think it was a misjudgement; she reached under the quilt to search for my wife's clitoris and ended up with her fingertips sliding along my shaft on an inward stroke.

"Oh, heavens, I'm sorry."

"Don't be; you can do that anytime you like."

"My wife sighed and whispered, "Don't be a naughty boy, you'll frighten her."

In the next moment, Mary had found my wife's clit; she began to make her even more aroused. My wife closed her eyes and breathed raggedly; she was on her way to her orgasm. She was still fingering Mary. Mary was beginning to respond with her own journey to orgasm. Her mouth was open; her eyes were half closed; then she suddenly looked directly at me with a lustful intensity; it turned me on; I gradually increased the speed of my thrusting into my wife. With Rachel on the edge of orgasm and my arousal coming to a climax, Mary grasped the base of my cock; I was stunned and highly aroused; my wife realised what was going on and it sent her into orgasmic delight; Mary's knuckles were pressing against her clitoris; she came spectacularly. When she finished, I was still halfway inside her; she realised that Mary was still holding my erect cock.

"Do you want him inside you, Darling?"

"Oh, yes please; I'd love to feel him inside me."

I didn't need a second invitation; I eased myself over my wife's lovely body and held Mary's wrists by the side of her head. My wife took the hint and held my throbbing cock in place so that I could sink it into Mary; she submitted readily.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me please."

It seemed that, although she might have preferred girls, she wasn't completely indifferent to cock.

"Oh, good heavens, oh, yes, oh, yes, that's it. Oh, Rachel, do you mind?"

In response to Mary's question, my wife started to masturbate herself while watching me fuck her girlfriend. We all came within seconds of each other; indeed, we all came again several times during that magical night. Over the next few days, the three of us spent more time together in bed than out of bed; what a way to enjoy the Christmas holiday! Mary became very submissive toward me; she wanted to please me all the time, I think Rachel started to feel a little jealous.

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A couple of days before New Year's Eve, my wife bumped into a neighbour she hadn't seen for a while; the woman had worked in the local shop at one time; my wife asked her casually about the shop assistant who'd tried to seduce Mary on Christmas Eve. What my wife found out was that the shop assistant's name was Helen; she had divorced eighteen months earlier; she was still single; the neighbour had heard a rumour that her marriage ended when her husband found her in bed with a woman.

We'd planned to go the the local pub again on New Year's Eve. My mother-in-law was back from spending Christmas with her elderly parents; she would be accompanying us and would stay overnight, we also invited Mary.

It was an exciting prospect, me with three sexy, attractive women, drinking, dancing, fondling and whispering dirty erotic thoughts to each other. Even more exciting was the thought of who I would end up in bed with; I'd fucked all of them but my money had to be on my mother-in-law; she was almost certain to assert her dominance. In my fantasy, she'd tied up all three of us, fucked me, left me bound and watching her shaft her daughter and then Mary with a strap-on; even I knew that was too much to hope for.

I thought back to April and my wife's letter to me explaining that she wanted to submit to my will and let me have sex with her whenever I wanted it. It had been an act of love, it had strengthened our bond in the bedroom and every other part of our lives. Our sex life, including our fantasies, had been frequent and steamy; she'd taken a girlfriend, something of which I greatly approved and I'd become her mother's submissive.

It was New Year's Eve, we were getting dressed up, and we both sensed something in the air.

"I'm excited about tonight darling, I'm ready for anything, whatever happens, please make sure you fuck me before dawn."

"You can count on it; who else have you got your eye on tonight?"

"That would be telling."

"Well, tell me, I'm your master don't forget."

"Yes master, of course. Well, Mary obviously; that's if she doesn't get swept up by her new admirer, Helen, from the shop."

"Anyone else? You have my permission to shag whoever you like tonight."

"Mmm, well, in that case, I might try to seduce that good-looking estate agent, Marcus, and his very, very attractive wife; she's a doctor; I certainly wouldn't mind being examined by her."

"Good choice; I think we should fantasise about them sometime."

"Who says it's a fantasy?"

"Okay, like I said, you have my permission. As long as you come home with us so that we can see the New Year in together, you can let whoever you like into your knickers tonight."

"You know it's very erotic when you say things like that; I know you mean it; that's what makes it so hot."

"Of course I mean it; we should make it a New Year's resolution for you to have an affair with whomever you choose."

"Mmm, really?"

"Yes, I sense that you won't be able to hold on to Mary for much longer so you should start looking for someone else."

"You'd want it to be a woman, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, I'd insist on it; would you mind?"

"You're not supposed to ask me; you're supposed to tell me remember?"

"Okay then, it's an order; our joint New Year's Resolution is that you will seduce another woman and have an affair with her."

"You know I will do anything, absolutely anything you say."

"Good, because I want you to pay particular attention to your mother tonight."

".... Okay... what kind of attention?"

"Well, we're in public so nothing too outrageous; maybe you could flirt with her a little; no doubt we'll all have plenty to drink; she might be receptive."

".... You want me to flirt with my mother?"

"Yes, I do; I'm getting hard now just thinking about it. I know you said you wouldn't contemplate any sexual activity with her outside our bedroom fantasies, but it would make me a very happy, horny man if you would just make it appear as though you might seduce your mother."

"As long as it's only make-believe and you don't expect me to go through with it?"

"You said anything remember?"

"Yes, but I didn't mean that; she's my mother; I couldn't..."

"You come harder during our mother fantasies than any other time; I think you can suspend disbelief for one night and make me a very, very happy man."

"Okay, I'll do it for your sake."

"Excellent, now let's get dressed and have a good time."

It didn't take me long to get dressed in my smart casual navy blue trousers, pale blue shirt and dark brown jacket. My wife took her time; she was sitting in her black knickers, bra, suspender belt and stockings when I heard my mother-in-law's key in the lock.

"Don't forget what I told you to wear tonight; I'll go and greet your mother."

I made my way downstairs; Susan was in the kitchen helping herself to gin. She was in an expensive burgundy jersey dress that softened her considerably. The dress was knee length, pencil cut and clung to her curves; her shoes were black, four-inch high, stiletto-heeled court shoes. She looked anything but a dominatrix tonight; I wondered what it signified.

"Well, hello you sexy man; I hope you're going to be good for me tonight."

"Of course, aren't I always? Listen before Rachel comes downstairs; I just wanted you to know that she's making a very special effort for you tonight."

"Me? In what way?"

"You'll see; it would be great if you could pay her some attention and say nice things about the way she looks."

"Are you implying that I don't usually do that?"

I didn't reply; I was beginning to think I'd bitten off more than I could chew.

"Well, you may have a point; I realise that I haven't always been the mother that I could have been."

I was saved by the doorbell, it was Mary. She removed her coat and she looked dazzling in a pale blue bodycon dress with matching high heels and nude hold up stockings. Susan looked her up and down; she told her she looked very hot. I told her that we were still waiting for Rachel; I asked her if she wanted a drink.

We were sitting in the lounge drinking when my wife made her entrance. Her mother looked taken aback; Mary said, "Wow, you're such a fox."

My sexy wife looked like a femme fatale; she was wearing a tight, knee-length, black leather skirt with her suspender straps and clips showing in relief. Her pointed toe, black, stiletto court shoes were four and a half inches high; her barely black stockings were seamed. She also wore a black and red leopard-print shirt and a short black leather jacket. Her fulsome breasts jiggled and swayed in her sexy black lace balcony bra; just visible underneath the semi translucent leopard print material.

Her ruby red lips and dark red fingers nails were works of art. She'd done her hair differently, it was up, in a bun; I had to admit that she looked slightly intimidating but very sexy; her mother must have thought so too; she couldn't take her eyes off her.

To reinforce the appearance of authority that her outfit had given her, my wife took charge of proceedings.

"Right, we'd better go now if we want to find a decent table."

We put our coats on and set off to the pub; my wife put her mother's arm in hers and led the way; Mary put her arm through mine; we followed behind.

"You look very hot tonight darling; I think you've outshone me this time."

"Thank you mother; you look pretty hot yourself; as always."

"What inspired you to buy an outfit like that; it makes you look such a temptress?"

"My darling husband bought it for me; he wanted me to impress you."