I opened the door to our bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, crying. Or at least, trying not to. I close the door behind me softly. ‘She didn’t...mean it baby,’ I said. ‘Oh yes she did. It’s been coming for a while, since we told her two years ago,’ my wife said, sniffling roughly and rubbing her face with her hands. She always hated it when she cried. ‘The way she’s been acting toward me all year? I’ve been waiting for this.’ I came over to sit down next to her, but she got up and walked. My bf winced in pain but I could tell he loved it. Mike was soon pounding him mercilessly and I said “harder and smack that ass as you do it.” Mike grinned as he complied with my order. I loved watching his ass get all red with hand prints as Mike smacked him hard. He soon shot a hot load of cum into his ass and they both screamed as Mike orgasmed and filled that tight virgin ass with cum. When he finished he pulled out then laid down on the bed to rest. I asked my bf how he liked his first. I was sixteen and having sex regularity, so much so that I was not fazed, in fact outside wearing my pink little number, I started experimenting with getting turned-on, especially on nights I was out and not wearing it.On this night in particular I was wearing it, I added spice by wearing stockings and belt, a thong but went braless, as my nipples would stick through the woollen netting of the material.We went down to the next village pub and I sat in a small alcove while my boyfriend went to. "Yes, Master, I have. I've known about this lifestyle, this family tradition for a good while now. I've been eighteen for most of the year, too. I'll be nineteen soon enough. Master, I don't know if I have any dominance to my personality, but if I do, I will find out and use it on the others, if You permit it. I will never defy You. When it comes to You, I am content to serve, to submit ... to kneel in worship. Part of me doesn't want to even find a boyfriend or husband, because I would rather.