We undressed, they handed us underwears but we both declined, I wanted to be naked, for her to see my hard black dick, and hopefully give me a slow je...k... man I couldn't wait. For the first half hour I was on my stomach and man could she massage, my muscles were now pretty relaxed, she asked me to turn around on my back... OH SHIT... When I looked over at my wife, she had her legs up... damn you room for being so poorly lit... that girl was in between her legs, I couldn't really see it but I. For once in your worthless existence, I am going to give to you a choice. An actual choice about what is to happen to you. This is a reward for being exceptionally good for the last few weeks, so enjoy it.?She giggles evilly, and I cannot help but dread what is to come.?As you know, today is the end of your 180 day chastity, the day I was to consider whether to grant you an orgasm?.I expect you’d like that, wouldn’t you, you shameless whore? You may speak.?I plead incoherently, starting to. Susan kissed me pressing her body tightly to me and whispered in my ear, "You think I could handle them both honey?" Sweetie, you could do them both at the same time and exhaust them then come to me and fuck my brains out." I hugged and kissed her and we went to bed last night and held each other. We did not make love as we both wanted to be fresh and hot for today's activities.This morning, Susan showered and put on a pretty, sleeveless, yellow sun dress with white buttons going all the way. . well,everything. Their corrections were loving, not cruel, but they weredetailed and unremitting. Jennifer had said it would be thorough, andit was. They were teaching me to think like a girl. It was as ifthey were trying to reach my mind and turn it into a girl's mind.They were doing to my mind what sex-change surgery does to the body.I felt the strain, too. I said they weren't cruel, but the sessionscould be discouraging, no matter how kind they were to me. I had dayswhen nothing seemed to.