This is the third part of the "surprised" series and I would recommend that you read surprised and more surprises before you read this. I appreciate all the nice comments I have received and tried to incorporate some of your suggestions, I hope you enjoy it. K
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As it was a Saturday Dave had gone to play golf with his buddies and Paul had promised to help his friend with his car. Leaving me sitting alone in the kitchen, my face and body a mess, my legs all wobbly and my pussy throbbing a little from the fucking I had recently received. My mind was a whirl at the way things between Paul, Dave and I had developed so suddenly. I was both surprised and happy at how I had so quickly and willingly given myself to them in this new and exciting way. Promising them that I would obey them in all things and become their sexual plaything made my tummy lurch with excitement and anticipation.
I had a surge of excitement rush around my body as I looked back at what they did to me, and the promises that I had willingly made to them. The overpowering feeling of submissiveness that I was feeling was both liberating and fulfilling. I had always loved pleasing my lover and giving into him, but way they had dominated me this morning was a whole new thing for me and I loved it.
I truly did feel an overpowering need to satisfy them in any way they wanted me to, it was something that I, albeit sub consciously had obviously wanted and desired. However my husband and perhaps to a lesser degree my son had seen that in me and over the past couple of days had skilfully brought it to the front of my mind and got me to admit it and act on it. It was as if they had removed any responsibility from me for any of my libertine actions. I now loved the thought of being controlled by them, especially my son that was so taboo and so very exciting, he had certainly taken the lead this morning.
The day drifted past me in a haze my mind always turning back to the new situation I found myself in. I found it difficult to accept how my life had changed so much I realised that I was now a shared woman, I had two men to satisfy and keep happy, I could hardly believe it and that one of those men was my own son simply added to my incredulity and happiness.
I had taken a bath it was very relaxing and it soothed my aching pussy and limbs. I Did not know what I should wear to greet my men, something skimpy I imagined would please them so I chose a light summer tee shirt in white with no bra, it certainly showed of my breasts well, small thongs and a short summer skirt that I had only ever worn for my husband before, and a light touch of make up completed the look.
The telephone rang and I rushed to answer it, to find that it was Paul, my pulse quickened.
"Hi mum, how are you," he asked
"I am great thank you, why the call?" I asked him
"Dad and I are meeting for a drink and thought you might like to join us," he suggested.
"That will be lovely, just give me time to change," I said.
"Don't worry about that just come as you are," he told me.
I chuckled, "I can't do that I have dressed a little naughtily to meet both of you."
"Have you indeed, tell me what you are wearing," he told me.
So I described what I had on explaining just how short the skirt was and how the top was virtually translucent.
"That's good you can come like that,"
"Oh Paul I cant," I protested "it leaves nothing at all to the imagination."
"You can mum and you will wear those clothes, just remember you promised to obey me in all things, be here in ten minutes." He said sternly
"Ok then Paul, sorry I argued, I will be there as soon as possible."
He told me the name of the pub we were going to and gave me directions telling me he would meet me in the car park then he hung up. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and saw just how short the skirt was, I had only ever envisaged wearing it at home for my husband's pleasure so it was much shorter than I would normally wear. It came down to about four or five inches below the cheeks of my bottom, I would need to take great care when I sat down I thought.
My breasts were clearly visible in this thin summer top and my nipples stiffened as I realised that anybody there would be able to see them. I could not believe that I was actually going out dressed like this; I thought I look very sluttish. However, my tummy had those butterflies again as I considered sitting in a pub with my son and husband dressed like this. But, as he pointed out I had promised to obey him and if this is what he wanted I felt duty bound to comply with his instructions.
Fifteen minutes later I arrived in the pub car park, I had never been there before and it was quite a way from the village we lived in, which was a relief I would hate for the locals to see me dressed in such a daring and salacious way. I was delighted to see Paul's face when I stepped out of the car, he eyed me up and down approvingly and I felt a little more confident then.
"You look so sexy, stunning," he said "and dressed just like the slut you want to be and that you promised to be," he grinned.
"Thank you I am glad you approve," I replied with more confidence than I felt.
He led me into the bar; it was comfortably furnished and had a nice relaxed atmosphere. My husband came and greeted me giving me a hug and a kiss on my cheek,
"Wow look at you, you look beautiful." He whispered.
He guided me to a high stool at the bar and as I hitched myself onto it I realised that my short skirt had ridden well up and was exposing a lot of my thigh and try as I might it was not long enough to pull down.
"Don't worry about that just be comfortable and show yourself off," Paul told me.
Comfortable was the last thing I felt, especially when I looked around the bar to see it mostly populated with men who were enjoying a drink before going home after their afternoon golfing or whatever. I noticed one or two men glance in my direction looking me quickly up and down. Paul came and put his hand high up on my leg and kissed me. It was as if he was claiming me, giving out the message that I was his, but that the others can look.
I took a sip of my wine and smiled at the two of them, we chatted about their day, Dave briefing me quickly about his round of golf and Paul telling about his day with his friend, Simon I blushed a little as I recalled that he was the third man on that first eventful night.
"I can see that you remember him," Paul laughed.
"How can I possibly forget him, "I answered.
Both guy's looked at me and chuckled. It was a nice moment as we all relived our personal memories of that exciting night.
"I know dad can certainly remember him as well, he has his own little memories of him that night."
I though back to events and remembered that Simon had sucked on Dave's cock, I looked at him and saw that he had gone bright red with embarrassment. It made me wonder for a second if perhaps he had enjoyed that moment more than he would care to admit, maybe he had even told Paul that it was exciting for him.
"Anyway Simon told me how great it had all been and wants a repeat performance." Paul stated. "I think we owe him for helping out that night, we could not have done it without him, so I told him I would arrange for him to come around one night soon."
My pussy twitched as I recalled his nice cock and I smiled at Paul then looked at Dave who was still a little embarrassed.
Paul went on, "I promised him you would give him a really good time," he said to me and I merely nodded, "if that's what you want then it will no problem." I told him.
He looked at his dad and grinned, then whispered so as only we could hear him. "Simon also told me how he loved your cock Dad, so I promised him that he could savour it again and that perhaps you might even return the favour."
Dave's face was priceless his mouth hung open as if the words had evaporated in his mouth before he could speak them; his eyes were wide and staring. I wondered if this was the first shot in some sort of power struggle and that maybe Paul was seeking to effect total control over me and perhaps to a lesser degree his father. Certainly Paul was proving more effective more focused at controlling me and the events as they unfolded. Far better than his father had ever been, whereas Dave had a fertile and active imagination, being able to see and plan things, to my eyes they were a well-matched pair and would feed of each other beautifully. However, I could understand that there probably has to be an alpha male as it were, someone to guide and make decisions to sort of rule f the roost, just as happens in the wild I thought, with herding animals they always have a prominent bull.
In the deepest recesses of my mind and heart I hoped that Paul would come out on top in this struggle, after all Dave had all the years of our marriage to take advantage of my sub streak and lead me into this life style, but he had never really made the required effort. So perhaps, I thought it was time to give my gorgeous son his opportunity to take and train me, for him to give me what I had always secretly wanted, the experience of being truly sub to a caring loving man and I sincerely hoped that man would turn out to be my son.
Paul had sensed that his father was in a quandary and he seized his opportunity, I watched mesmerized as I saw Paul starting to affect some level of control over his father. I saw his hand deftly stroke Dave's crutch area and was amazed to see that he made no effort to stop him, he was looking at Paul his mind obviously working overtime digesting this turn of events.
"Simon is a little bi and he told me how he just loved your nice hard cock and how he would love to have some more of it, but properly this time," Paul informed his dad. "As he was so helpful to us I think its only right to cater to all his needs don't you?" He was looking at Dave now and holding his stare. "Well dad you don't mind do you."
We waited with baited breath for Dave to either acquiesce or react with anger, his face was red and I could see his hands trembling a little.
He sighed heavily, "I guess not, but I have never experienced anything like that before."
"Good man," said Paul warmly, "you just know you want to and you also know that you will love it." Then he paused for a second before adding, "you have always been a little bi-curious haven't you, wondering how a cock would feel in your hands?"
I saw Dave gulp and look at us both, he never said a word, but he lowered his eyes and nodded. I was amazed I had never had any suspicions that my husband was bi-curious and interested in trying it out.
