“Sounds like he is the man for you, Beth; just like Reg is the man for me. Follow your heart, Beth, not your avarice, and you will be happy, as I am...”Beth peered at Prudence out of the side of her eyes. “Are you truly happy, Pru?; being just one of several wives in a group marriage?”“I am exceedingly happy, Beth, and so are my co-wives. Reg has developed well, and we have trained him in what gives us pleasure, so all is well. We now have a couple of staff at our home, so we may very well start. Do you have any questions?’Though his guests murmured briefly, no-one spoke up, the tension in the room began to relax.Using his eyes only, he directed her under the table to the first guest, the youngest looking guest in the group, on his left hand side.This man was clearly excited and nervous about the prospect of having his cock blown by a slave. He fumbled with his trousers and had difficulty undoing them. She, in turn, felt sorry for him, but was at a loss as to whether to help or if that. Instinct brought her lips against mine and we kissed with a passion which was inexcusably forbidden!We broke the kiss almost as soon as it started. Both our faces flamed red with a blush. God, I don’t think anything had ever made me blush before! In order to break the tension, I offhandedly asked something about her comment about it being too hot, and since she was showing no signs of leaving my lap anytime soon, I added a question about would she like to go someplace cooler. She nodded. After some tossing around of ideas, the entire female staff (which would be everyone but me) came up with the idea of dressing up as men. They all loved the idea, and decided that was what they would do. Then they started to ask me what I would wear. One of the girls, Claire said "If we are all going to be men that day, why doesn't Jeff dress as a girl?" I looked a little nervous I'm sure, though the others thought it would be fun. My manager said, "Come on Jeff, you can come in here dressed.