EXTRACT 1

 

"What lies behind us, and what lies before us are but tiny matters compared to what lies within us."

 

 

Contents

 

Introduction

Prologue

1. The First Month

2. Anal Overtures

3. Oral Symphonies

4. We move outside

5. A luxury Spa

6. Pussy Lockdown

7. Chastity and a Chindo

8. First Guests

9. A Cock's just a Cock

10. Boyz n the Hood

11. Birthday Celebrations

12. Diets and Diapers

13. Lesbian Lessons

14. The Good, the Brad and the Ugly

 

 

 

EXTRACT 2

 

PROLOGUE

 

Everything begins in early January 2020 when I sit down at my glass-topped desk with a cup of coffee and fire up my PC. That morning the headlines are about an impending Labour Party leadership election and rumours of Harry and Meghan withdrawing from royal duties. The weather outside is mild but windy. I open a message in my writer's inbox.

I receive email feedback and enquiries fairly often but this message immediately 'looks and feels' very different. The sender claims to be female and, unusually, has attached two 'proof' photos of herself holding up a piece of card with my pen-name initials 'VG' and the date '05-01-2020' written on it.

She tells me her name is Melanie.

Naturally I'm suspicious. I've encountered a number of catfish in my time. But after a couple of days of written exchanges, it becomes 99 percent certain that Melanie is genuine. She says she's read every single one of my stories, going back to 2005, and claims they've had a profound influence on her. She's 37, divorced without any children, and is currently single with no ties. Her New Year's Resolution is to stop dreaming. She wants to explore her submissive psyche and fantasies.

And she wants to explore them with me.

What's more she says she doesn't want a weekend gig, or even just a week. She's quit her job and is tying up other loose ends. She can't see any obstacles that would prevent her making it happen. She'd like something that has no pre-agreed end date and says that she currently hopes that 'the end' wouldn't be for 'at least a year or two'.

I reply honestly (but reluctantly) that I'm 61, happily married, and 'retired' from kink, at least in the sense of actually living it. Been there, done that, got the happy memories plus a few scars. So I tell her I'm flattered she's written to me, I'm pleased she enjoys my stories, and appreciative of her exciting proposal, but I'm afraid I have to decline.

Except ...

Well, this wouldn't be much of a read if that's the end of it, would it?

A couple of evenings later, after plenty of soul searching, I tell Sarah. I've kept Melanie's emails private while I mull things over. Now, some more background: my wife isn't naturally submissive but she's enjoyed taking the sub role in our sex games, on and off, for over three decades. Role play, bondage and very mild CP in our young days - then a long hiatus during our 'bringing up kids phase' - before a slow burner of a revival over the past 7 years.

Somewhere along our marital and sexual journey, Sarah discovered she's aroused by cuckquean fantasies. Like most people's kinks, hers are unique and specific to her. She has zero desire to witness me fucking one of our female friends, or to be humiliated, anything like that. Instead, she wants me to 'take it out on' (i.e.. dominate) much younger women whom she doesn't know and will never meet. And to cut a long story short, that's what happened.

I may need to reveal more about that period of our lives as this account develops but, for now, suffice it to say that everything went well. I had 2 real-time subs and a couple of online ones. However, in late-2018, I finally retired from my business career of 40 years and thus no longer needed to spend 3-4 nights a week away from home.

Thus, after several discussions with Sarah, I retired from 'other women' as well. Instead, she and I agreed to rejuvenate our own kink life together. Our grown-up kids have left home and thus we had plenty of freedom and time and it was undeniably fun. But it was tame too. Not lame as such, but not really what either of us had been hoping for. I could feel it and, not surprisingly, so could Sarah.

After a decade or so during which she'd suffered a distracted 'on and off' libido, she's become hornier again, more than at any time since our first child was born (no doubt partly thanks to HRT). There's also an 8 year age gap between us and I'm not as young as I was. So our D/s dynamic became more nuanced. I guess we've become more 'equal'.

And then, out of the blue, Melanie's email arrives.

It's actually Sarah who suggests that I consider her application but only so long as Mel will accept that she'll be 100pc submitting to the two of us, living with both of us, and the final decision on whether to take her on will be taken by Sarah, alone. She also points out there is an element of 'serendipity' in the timing because our housekeeper of 15 years (a grand term for a cleaner/ironing lady!) had retired just before Christmas and we haven't found a local replacement yet.

I'm surprised at how pleased I am, and how easy it is, to hand over the reins. Sarah and Mel start to message each other directly and, soon enough, they're talking online. More than just talking; they're face-timing, and Mel is proving her submission on screen, stripping naked, masturbating, even fucking herself with vegetables and putting clothes pegs on her nipples, all under my wife's instruction!

Mel lives almost 200 miles from us. Soon she comes to stay for a whole weekend. Her visit is almost entirely vanilla. We talk practicalities; what would happen regarding her career, her rented flat, her direct debit expenses, her relatives and friends.

We mostly want to see if we gel as people first. And we do. Mel was born in August 1982 and she's 37 ½ years old, sixteen years younger than Sarah and a whole quarter of a century younger than me. But when we meet our age gaps feel less than they sound, apart from when we discuss, say, tastes in music, that kind of thing.

Mel is mature. She got married young to an older man and spent 14 years with him. In fact her ex-husband is the same age as my wife Sarah. It soon becomes clear that Mel is one of those women who's attracted to older men.

But not to older women.

Neither Sarah nor Mel is bisexual. So I find it intriguing to see immediately that there's a visible chemistry between the two of them. Sarah's always been generous with her comments about other women ("she's pretty", "nice legs") but she's never shown the slightest interest in anything sexual.

Of course, it helps that Mel turns out to be even more attractive in person than onscreen or in photos. 5ft 6 inches tall, she's a gym bunny, in good shape, with flat abs and fantastic D-cup boobs ("you had me at 34D" became a running joke between us). Her tits are high and still firm despite her years and she has pronounced areola and fat nipples. Meanwhile I detect a little envy from Sarah whose own adorable tits are undeniably a bit past their best.

Facially, I won't try and portray Mel as a supermodel. She's what I'd have described as 'soccer-mom cute' in one of my stories. Her brown eyes are intelligent and she needs to wear tortoiseshell specs for reading which can give her a slight 'schoolmarm' look. She has a pert, slightly turned up nose, dentist's-advert perfect white teeth, and lush, shoulder-length, straight brown hair. As the saying goes, you definitely 'wouldn't chuck her out of bed'.

We also discuss Mel's deepest fantasies and her hard limits. What she's looking for above all is strict discipline and a Spartan regime. She's convinced she wants 24/7. For her it's sexual but not all about sex. She wants a servant's life of long hours and hard toil. We spend a long time discussing physical pain. I admit that I'm more comfortable writing about pan than dishing it out. My wife's not into it either. We warn Mel against having 'eyes bigger than her stomach' kink-wise.

As well as talking about what she wants, we listen to what she doesn't want. She doesn't want respite, or empathy, or to mean anything to us. Above all she doesn't want 'affection'.

It's only on the Sunday afternoon, just one hour before she leaves, that she finally performs a striptease so we can inspect her naked body. Sarah conducts proceedings and I'm happy to sit back in my armchair and let her. She's surprisingly blunt which is unusual but arousing. I know Sarah's only playing a role but she's more comfortable in her bossy character than I'd have expected.

Sitting back, both of us fully clothed, while a much younger woman than us presents her nude body, warts and all, is an unforgettable moment. It's so much better to be sharing this with my wife. Together, we inspect Mel's ears, nostrils, mouth, teeth, tonsils, as well as her body. We handle her tits, buttocks, anal crevice and, of course, her vulva and clitoris. Mel stands exactly as Sarah commands; feet apart, chest thrust out, brown eyes blinking at us, cheeks blushing.

We already know that Mel has (very) limited sexual experience. She sent us long messages before we met. Her marital sex life was the proverbial 'lights-out-missionary', its frequency set by her affectionate but undemanding older husband; three times a week during their honeymoon year, only about twice a month thereafter ... throughout their entire marriage.

Apart from him, there have only ever been two other men; one before her marriage and one since. For the entire year before meeting us, only her fingers and rampant rabbit have been inside her. She's spent most of that time having lurid fantasies and plucking up the courage to make them real. But she's never actually given a proper blowjob in her life and her anus is virgin. In short, she's almost a blank canvas.

Sarah delights in focusing on Mel's neatly trimmed pubic hair, her plump mons, fleshy labia and pink vulva. She teases her clit with her fingers until our guest is squirming with lust, knees trembling, begging for release. Mel finally orgasms standing up and almost falls over. Afterwards I inspect her anus, using lube to slide one, two, even three fingers into her taut sphincter, opening her up, telling her what I'm going to do if she dares come to live with us.

And after Mel leaves, all three of us know.

She'll be back.

 

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