At the table I made a comment about feeling like a thirdleg. Art quickly told me that he wanted me to join themand he wanted me to have a good time. H... also assuredthat he wasn’t trying to steal my wife. Since I wouldn’t be driving, I didn’t worry about havingseveral drinks but after the second I told myself itwould be stupid to get so drunk I passed out or made afool out of myself. By the time my second drink began to kick in I wasrealizing that Art was a nice guy and I could. I licked and sucked at her slit with a wildness I couldn’t remember ever approaching in the past. I felt her shudder and convulse: she’d made it. Thank God! I thought.I rocked back on my heels. She turned and offered me her hand. “Come on, stud, take me upstairs and do me again. You can do it. I know you can,” she said.“Oh yeah!” I said. “Oh yeah.”In the room she shoved me down on the edge of the bed and pushed me backwards. She knelt between my legs and sucked and stroked my dick. I was hard. " "I just hope you two are having fun, there's nothing wrong with entertaining guests," I said laughing.The two of them continued to have sex throughout the first week whenever they were inclined. Cathie helped me out with a couple of blowjobs, but never offered to fuck me. She would often say that she was a little sore from her most recent go with Mark, but it wouldn't be long before she was screwing his brains out again. They would usually sleep together in our bedroom while I again went out. “Take off your clothes.” “Yes, Queen.” “Good slave.” Charles undressed quickly and in a timely manner. I had given him permission to get up and fetch me my wood core handle flogger with a lacquer finish Victorian wood style and custom leather tails. He presented it to me with such poise and simulation, I was proud of my pet I had trained so long ago. “You do know why you are being punished, are you Charles?” “Yes, Queen.” “I do this for the greater good, you know the drill. Kiss the handle of.