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Serving the Neighbors


	I came home to quite a surprise one Friday when I took off work
early.  My 
wife was in the pool with Kelly, the new neighbor lady next door...the
surprise was 
that they were locked in an embrace, kissing deeply while they floated in
the middle of 
the pool.
	About a week ago, Greg and Kelly moved in next door.  Both of them
are 
attractive, in the mid 30's; Greg's a little over six feet, the standard
"tall dark and 
handsome" type.  Kelly is just a little shorter, long dark hair, a body to
die for.  My 
wife, Angela, is about 5'4", short brown hair, and she's got tits that are
big for her 
body.  I'm just a little taller than her at 5'7", brown hair, and weigh in
at about 170.  
We've been married for about 4 years, but have no kids; neither of us have
any real 
desire for them, and we live fairly well off  since we don't have the
expense.  I'm 30, 
and my wife is 27.
	Although I fantasize about other women often enough, I would never
approach 
one in a sexual way; I guess I just don't have it in me.  My wife is the
same way, I'm 
sure, so I knew instantly that Kelly had to have been the one to be the
aggressor in the 
pool.  I watched them for a while, getting extremely aroused at their
intimate passion in 
the water.  Finally I decided to make my presence known by opening and
shutting some 
doors loudly.  Angela came in dripping water, her nipples showing proudly
through her 
suit.
	"You're home early." she said matter-of-factly as she wrapped her
arms around 
me and frenched me.
	I grinned at her passion, and explained that I wanted to get a
jump on the 
weekend, so I took half the day off.  She invited me to join her and Kelly
in the pool, 
and naturally I did.  But not a thing was done or said about their
experiences earlier.
	That night, Angela did a lot of things to tease and excite my
desire, but she did 
nothing to relieve my sexual tension.
	The next morning, Angela took off to do some shopping.  I did a
little bit of 
yardwork, but before noon I was in the pool.  After about ten minutes,
Kelly was there.  
In her swimsuit.
	"Mind if I join you?" she said  confidently.
	"Uh, no, no, not at all." I stuttered out.  "Where's Greg? Um, he
could come 
over too."
	She just shrugged, sat at the edge of the pool.  She  lowered
herself into the 
water to her neck, then popped back out to sit on the edge again.  "It's
cold." she 
laughed, leaning back to look at the sky.  Her white swimsuit, now wet,
left nothing to 
the imagination.  Her nipples were hard and dark, and her dark bush showed
through 
plainly.
	I laughed nervously. "Yeah, but you get used to it."
	She looked at me with mischief in her eyes. "Do you? Well, let's
see." And she 
was back in.  I felt her underwater against my legs, and then she popped
up for air right 
in front of my face...just inches away.  "Yes, I see what you mean..it's
not so bad." 
her voice was sultry.  She suddenly grabbed my cock and held onto it. 
"Yes, I could 
definitely get used to this." She let go and swam away laughing.
	I was in complete shock, not quite sure what to do.  I treaded
water for a 
moment, then slowly started to swim towards her.  She reached the end of
the pool and 
turned back towards me.  Just as she reached me, she flashed me a quick
grin and dove 
under.  My trunks were pulled down a little, and I felt her hot mouth
engulf my semi-
erect cock.  I was stunned...my hands reached down and grabbed her
shoulders; I don't 
know if I was trying to pull her up or hold her there.  She came up for
air again, then 
kissed me solidly, just like I saw her kissing my wife yesterday.  "Did
you like that 
Michael?" 
	My mouth was just hanging open.  "Uh, I...." I blinked. "I'm
married, Kelly.  
We..."
	"Yes, and so am I."  Her eyebrow arched up.  "And so is Angela,
Michael.  
And I fucked Angela yesterday."  She turned and swam to the end of the
pool, leaving 
me in so much shock I could have drowned.  She climbed out and walked to
patio door 
leading in to my house.  Turning to me for just a moment before she
entered my home, 
she lowered the top of her suit off of one breast.  A tantalizing tease, a
hint of what she 
knew I wanted.  Then she was in my house.   I regained a little bit of
sanity and hurried 
out of the pool.  Her naked form was just disappearing up the stairs.  
	I followed her without thinking; there was no time to think.  She
was in the 
bedroom, drinking a wine cooler that she must have taken from my
refrigerator.  Her 
back was to me as she stood before the window, gazing across toward her
own house.  
"Tell me, Michael, do you ever watch our bedroom window at night?"
	"I, uh..no, not really.."
	"I've watched you.  I've seen you and your wife make love twice. 
Both times, 
she was on top; both times you grabbed the head board and held on, as if
you were tied 
to it."  She turned to me then.  I saw her nakedness completely now, and I
was 
mesmerized.  Setting the cooler down, she walked toward me seductively. 
"You like a 
strong woman, don't you Michael?"
	I backed up a step, and I was against the bed. My mouth wouldn't
shut, but no 
words would come out.  I couldn't think, this was happening so fast.
	"Yesterday I fucked your wife, and now I'm going to fuck you." 
She pushed 
me lightly, and I sat back onto the bed.  Kneeling, she pulled my trunks
down and 
sucked my already hardened cock.
	"Kelly......" I managed to utter, hoping to find the strength to
stop her.
	She looked up at me, her mouth still wrapped around the head of my
cock. The 
sight was deadly to me, it was so incredibly erotic.  Her hands pushed me
to my back, 
and my body followed her lead until I was in the middle of the bed,
thoroughly 
engulfed in her power.  My arms naturally went right for the headboard, as
I held on 
and allowed myself to be taken.  She knew what she was doing; she kept
taking me to 
the brink of orgasm, then backed off.  I was mush, and she knew it. 
Leaning up over 
me, dangling her beautiful breasts over my face, she fastened cuffs to my
hands, 
attaching them to the headboard.  Cuffs?  It suddenly dawned on me that I
was in bed 
with my neighbor's wife, and now I was in a very compromising situation.
	Kelly laughed at the shocked look in my face.  "Surprised? I used
these on your 
wife earlier.  Your wife is very submissive too, Michael.  I've had her,
now I'm going 
to have you."  In one smooth motion, she mounted me.
	"Oh god.." I grunted out.  "What are you doing to me?"  As if I
didn't know.
	She laughed an evil laugh.  "When I first saw you, I knew I could
have you.  
Yesterday, I wanted to check out your wife, see how difficult it would be
to get you.  
But then I realized how easy *she* was, and I decided I wanted both of
you."
	Just then I saw my wife in the doorway.  Panic flooded my brain. 
"Angela!"
	Kelly turned to acknowledge her.  "You see?  It took no time at
all."  She 
turned to me.  "I told her I'd have you by the end of the day.  She agreed
to submit to 
me completely if I could seduce you this weekend.  Isn't that right,
Angela?"
	My wife was beside the bed now.  "Yes, I agreed to do that."  Her
voice was 
low, almost humble.  Her eyes were locked on mine.
	My lips were trembling, and I was still breathing hard since Kelly
was still 
moving her  wet cunt slowly up and down my shaft.
	"That's right, Michael.  I'm going to be her sex slave since you
allowed 
yourself to be seduced."  There was no anger in her voice; it was more of
relief, or 
even excitement.
	"Angela."  Kelly spoke my wife's name with power now.  Angela
broke eye 
contact with me, lowering her head a notch but looking up at Kelly. 
"There are just a 
few rules, and I will state them now."
	This was so bizarre..Kelly was still riding me slowly in my wife's
bed; my wife 
was standing beside us, obediently listening to the woman who was fucking
her 
husband.
	"In private, you will always refer to me as Mistress. You will
obey every 
command I give, without question."  She looked at me. "And you will not
fuck or give 
any kind of sexual relief to your husband unless I say so." A smirk came
across her 
face as she said the last part.  "Do you understand, Angela?"
	My wife lowered her head.  "Yes, Mistress." she replied softly.
	"Look at me, slut.  Look at what I'm doing. I'm fucking your
husband.  I 
seduced him into your own bed, and I'm fucking him."  I could see the lips
of my wife 
trembling.  The erotic humiliating of my wife was having a vicious affect
on my; I was 
so turned on, I feared I would come right then.  "You want me to fuck him,
don't you 
slut?"
	"Yes, Mistress, it's what I want."
	"Take off your shirt."
	My wife removed her shirt, and then took off her bra.  She stood
there beside us 
in shoes and shorts, but her breast was bared to us.
	Kelly suddenly stopped fucking me and climbed off.  "Now, Angela,
suck my 
cunt juice off of your husband's dick."
	Angela bent over, and sucked and licked until Kelly was satisfied.
 Kelly then 
mounted me, looking solely at my wife.  She rode up and down my shaft a
couple of 
times, just enough to soak my cock with her juices; then she had my wife
lick me clean 
again.  And she did it again.  And again.  She kept doing it, enforcing
her power over 
my wife.  But not only over my wife..it enforced in my mind that I was a
tool, just a 
toy for Kelly to use; an object to use to humiliate my wife.
	Then she told my wife to suck me off.  "You have three minutes. 
If you can get 
him to cum, you will swallow every ounce of it.  If not, then *I* will
fuck him, and he 
will cum in my cunt.  That will mean that you need to work on your cock
sucking 
skills, if you can't bring off your own husband.  You have three
minutes...Go."
	Angela began sucking on me like she never had.  But Kelly leaned
down next to 
me and began talking to me, distracting me.  Nothing sexual in her
conversation at all; 
just talking about the weather, about things she wanted done to her yard
and house, 
about where she live before she moved here.  It was enough to distract me,
and I was 
unable to cum in my wife's mouth.
	"Stop." she commanded my wife. "You're just not good enough.  Men
love to 
have their cocks sucked, and most would cum in a woman's mouth
immediately."  My 
wife stepped off the bed and stood there, eyes downcast.  "Now watch as
your husband 
cums in my cunt."
	She mounted me seductively, her body lithe and moving like a
serpent.  She 
fucked me slowly at first, whispering nasty things.  She began telling me
how she 
fucked my wife, how she had big plans for her.  Then she started telling
me about the 
plans she had for the both of us....a "slave couple" she called us.  How
difficult it was 
to find a true slave couple, and she had us now.  She leaned in close to
me, mashing 
her perfect breasts to my chest. "I know how submissive men can be; you've
got 
fantasies that are buried deep.  I'm going to bring them out, just like
I've brought them 
out of your wife.  You want me to do that, don't you Michael?  You want to
submit to 
me.  Look at you now; you're tied to your headboard..you wanted that, or
it wouldn't 
have happened.  I'm fucking you in front of your wife.  All you have to do
is let it go.  
Just let go, and it'll all be over.  I'll own you.  It's what you want,
isn't it?  Tell me 
Michael. Say yes."
	The intensity in my gut was too much..."Yes." I answered.
	"Yes, you want me to own you."
	"Yes, I want you to own me."
	"Do you give yourself to me?"
	"Yes."
	"Say it!"
	"I give myself....to.....you!" I grunted out the last part,
cumming hard inside 
her.
	She fucked me slowly and softly as I came down from the high, then
she pulled 
off and sat on the edge of the bed.  "Suck me." she commanded my wife. 
"That's 
right, lick your husband's gift out of me.  I own him now, just like I own
you."
	While my wife knelt down, Kelly turned to me.  "The rules apply to
you now 
too.  I own you completely.  You will address me as Mistress, and obey
every 
command I give, without question.  Is that understood?"
	"Yes, Mistress." I was exhausted, and would have agreed to
anything.
	She looked back down at my wife.  "That's right, get it all.  Lick
my ass, 
too...mmmmm, yes, that's good.  Enough now." She stood up.  "Now, slut,
lick your 
husband clean again, then release him.  I'm going to leave for now, but I
want you both 
ready for me this evening.  Plan a little party for me tonight; make sure
you have plenty 
of beverages and snacks for me.  I want to have a little pool party this
evening, do you 
understand?"
	"Yes, Mistress." my humbled wife replied.
	"Yes, Mistress." I echoed.


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Subject: Repost: Serving the Neighbors, 2
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Serving the Neighbors, Part 2

	My wife cleaned my cock with her tongue and then 
released me from the cuffs.  I was spent, and just lay 
there, not knowing what to say. Angela was strangely 
calm....she went to her dresser and put a bikini top on.
	"Mike, I'll put a list together of things you need to 
pick up for tonight."
	"Ange?"
	She turned and looked at me, her face unreadable.
	"Are you OK? I mean, with all of this?"
	"We don't have a choice now, Mike." she turned and left 
the room.
	What was she talking about?  We had a choice. But the 
more I thought about it, the more I realized she was 
right...we'd gone too far.  We would now have to play this 
out to the end, and hope that we could remain happy as a 
couple.
	
	Kelly walked over around 8:00 that evening.  She came 
straight over to the backyard, and settled onto a lawn 
chair.  My wife and I had been in the kitchen, preparing a 
tray of sandwiches when we noticed Kelly.  Angela grabbed my 
hand and said "She's here..let's go."
	Kelly ignored us for a moment, staring out over the 
pool as we stood beside her.
	"I've been here for several minutes.  Where have you 
been?" her voice was calm and even.
	"I'm sorry Mistress." my wife responded.  "We were 
still preparing some food for you, and didn't notice you 
were here."
	Kelly let out a breath, a sigh.  "Well, Angela, go get 
me one of your wine coolers. And, Angela, when you come 
back, I want you in your white bikini."
	As my wife left, Kelly turned her attention to me. 
"Michael." she said with a smirk.  "You, I want naked.  
Undress for me right now."
	My cock hardened immediately.  Although our back yard 
is invisible to other houses, the thought of being naked 
outside made my face flush.  But I complied.
	"Kneel beside me, slave." I knelt down, and she pulled 
some handcuffs from her purse. My ankle was cuffed to her 
lawn chair.
	At that point Greg, Kelly's husband showed up.  My face 
burned with shame when I heard his chuckling.  My hands 
covered my now shrinking cock, and I looked down, thoroughly 
humiliated.
	"I see you wasted no time with our neighbors, 
beautiful." He leaned over and kissed his wife.  
	My wife came out then with a wine cooler, stopping only 
for a second as she recognized the newcomer.
	"Hello Angela!" his voice boomed. 
	I looked up at her, and saw that her face was red too, 
especially after noticing my naked and kneeling form.  "hi 
Greg." she murmured out softly.
	"Angela, although my husband is not into my games as 
much as I am, you will still treat him with respect. 'Hello 
*Sir*' would be the appropriate response.
	"Hello Sir." she responded.  "Could I bring you out 
some refreshments?"  She handed the wine cooler to Kelly.
	Greg settled into a chair beside his wife.  "Yes, I'd 
like a beer, thank you."
	"And Angela, take your husband's clothes into the house 
when you go." Kelly added.
	My cock was quite limp now, and I kept my head lowered 
as my neighbors engaged in conversation.
	"So, darling, what do you think?  I had her wear the 
white bikini that you've drooled over."
	"Damn, Kell...she looks fantastic.  I can't believe you 
tamed them so quickly."
	Kelly laughed.  "They were a piece of cake.  And wait 
'til you taste Angela...she's as sweet as honey."
	As I listened, my cock stirred.  The way they talked 
about my wife was so dirty, and the thought of another man 
"tasting" my wife should have made me angry.  But in the 
position I was in, it seemed to fan my sexual desire.
	Angela was back out, handing my neighbor a beer.  
"Would you like anything else Sir?"
	He laughed and looked over at Kelly. "Yes, I want 
plenty.  But right at the moment, why don't we take a dip in 
the pool together."  He stood and removed his shirt; his 
trunks were already on, so he took her by the hand and led 
her into the water.
	Kelly just sat there, sipping her cooler; I had no 
choice but to remain kneeling, watching another man play in 
the water with my wife.  Angela loosened up quickly as they 
splashed around; they were laughing and talking, sometimes 
whispering closely.  During a close whispered conversation, 
her top was removed..Greg held the top up for us to see, 
then dropped it.  Soon her panties were also discarded, and 
the two were locked in a kissing passion.  I could see his 
hands roaming my wife's breasts, and I could see her mouth 
open in passion as he reached between her legs.
	Kelly broke me out of my trance. "Look at your cock, 
Michael.  This turns you on."
	I looked down, tried to deny it verbally. "no."
	"Well, you really can't deny it.  You can't deny that 
you long to serve me, you can't deny that you've already 
started down that path.  You had a choice, Michael, and you 
gave up that choice to me.  You AND your wife belong to me 
now.  I own you, and it's all sexual control."
	Greg was now on the side of the pool, legs in the 
water.  My wife, still in the water, was now giving him 
head, and they were positioned so that I had a clear view of 
it.  She was taking her time, slowly moving her lips up and 
down his hard shaft.  He was speaking to her softly, perhaps 
giving her instructions.  Her mouth moved down, lips kissing 
his hairy balls, tongue licking his entire genital area.
 	Kelly continued speaking to me, describing the scene we 
were watching in detail.  "Look at that slut.  Look at how 
she licks his cock, tasting every detail.  You know she 
loves it, loves tasting another man.  He's taking your wife, 
defiling her mouth, using her as a slut, a whore."
	Suddenly Greg's passion was building up, he grabbed the 
sides of my wife's head, and began pumping into her faster 
and faster.  And then it happened...as I watched, he 
climaxed, sending his seed into her mouth.  I could see her 
throat contract as she swallowed, sucking his cock for all 
the cum she could get.  As he came down from the climax, she 
kept his cock in her mouth, slowly moving her head from side 
to side, her arms around his waist, caressing his bare hips.
	"Isn't that beautiful, Michael?  Your slutty wife 
worshipping my man?"
	I was messed up.  My head was spinning, and I feared I 
was going to break down and cry like a child.  As my head 
lowered, I saw my cock; it was still rock hard, actually 
throbbing with desire.  "What have you done to us?" 	
	My wife was in front of me then, and apparently she'd 
heard my feeble question.  Her hand cupped my chin, lifting 
my face to hers.  I could see some of Greg's cum on her 
cheek and chin; she'd left it there for me to see.  "They've 
taken us, Mike.  They've taken us over, made us their own."  
She leaned down and kissed me, deeply, opening my mouth with 
her tongue.  I could taste semen, another man's defiling of 
my wife.  She continued to french me, sloppily moving her 
face around so that I ended up licking her face clean.
	She was pulled away from me then by Greg.  "Enough of 
that.  Now I'm in the mood to really enjoy your cunt." he 
said. "Michael, I'm going to take your slutty wife up to 
your bed and fuck her now."
	I was speechless, totally humiliated. Looking up, I saw 
my naked wife standing beside my neighbor, his hand gripping 
her arm in his fist.  She looked so small and defenseless 
next to him, but I could do nothing but kneel there before 
them.
	"Don't you have something to say to them Michael?" 
Kelly prodded me further.  "Say something, slave."
	"no..I..don't know...what to say."
	"Tell my husband to enjoy your wife."
	My head dropped. "Please..enjoy.."
	"NO. Look at him when you speak."
	I looked up into his smirking face. "Enjoy my 
wife..Sir."
	"Well, thank you neighbor.  I intend to.  In fact, she 
will have a hard time walking tomorrow.  With every step she 
takes, she'll be reminded of how I fucked her."  With that, 
he turned and led my wife into the house and up to our 
bedroom.
	Despite my raging hard-on, my eyes filled with tears 
and threatened to roll down my face.
	Kelly laughed.  "Don't even think of being upset, 
slave. He's taking her in the same bed that I took you, 
remember?" She stood up and released my ankle from the cuff. 
"I think it's time we worked on your submissiveness now, 
slave.  Follow me."
	She headed off toward the back of her house, entering 
through the walk out basement.  Naked, I followed her, my 
emotions crumbling to dust.



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Serving the Neighbors, Part 3	

	The basement was dark and disorganized, things still packed from
their move.  
One corner had been cleared up though...and Kelly walked right to that
corner.  Large 
mirrors had been placed on the walls, and I noticed some chains hanging
from the ceiling.  
She took my wrists and fastened leather cuffs to them; then she attached
the rings in the 
cuffs to the chains overhead.  Still without speaking, she spread my legs
and attached a 
bar to each of my ankles, spreading my legs wide.  I was facing the corner
of the room, 
and I could see my naked and bound image in the mirrors.  My cock was hard
and 
throbbing with anticipation.
	Looking back at Kelly now, I saw her put a headset on.  It was a
phone headset, 
the kind with a mic in front.
	"Hi Greg." she said.  "Put the phone so that Angela can hear and
speak.  I want 
her to listen to the discipline of her husband.  And Greg..make sure she's
vocal in her 
pleasure.......love you too.  Enjoy her!"  Kelly walked over to me and put
the headset on 
me.  
	Instantly, I could hear my wife breathing hard, grunting her
pleasure every so 
often.  God! I was going to have to listen to my neighbor fuck my wife.  I
was chained, 
and had no choice.  
	"Talk to your wife, Michael." Kelly ordered.  "Tell her what's
going on."
	"Angela." I spoke.
	"Oh, Michael....ohhh..."
	"Mistress has chained me in her basement...I'm"  CRACK! I cried
out in pain.  
"Oh god, she's begun to whip me."  Again I was struck soundly across my
ass.
	"Michael," my wife was breathing fast and hard.  "Greg is fucking
me..oh, god, 
it's soo good...his cock is deep, and so hard....."
	Kelly was slapping my ass steadily with a leather paddle; the
burning was more 
intense than I could have imagined.  I could almost feel the cum in my
balls, as if it was 
pushing to shoot out.  "Ang, she's whipping me hard now. And fast...she
wants me to ask 
how you like her husband's cock.  Is it better than mine?"
	"yes, yes..." she was chanting. "oh, it's soo good...i don't want
him to stop, 
ever....yes, he's better than you, so much bigger. and, oh god...he knows
how to...oh....he's 
driving me insane!"
	"Well?" Kelly demanded.
	"Yes.  She says he's better than me.  She doesn't want him to
stop." The 
humiliation of saying that made my face heat up.
	My wife was now reduced to moans and groans on the line, with a
lot of heavy 
breathing.  Kelly began to torment me verbally now, as well as physically.
 As she 
whipped me, she began to tell me about how her husband was a great lover,
how he was 
now fucking my wife in my bed, defiling her and our bed.  She also
commanded me to let 
her know when my wife reached orgasm.  She said that after tonight, my
wife would not 
be satisfied with me anymore, and so now they were in our lives forever.
	"It's too late to stop it now.  There's no way she'll be satisfied
with just you 
anymore.  Your road to submission is too far begun now to stop it.  You've
lost your wife 
to us, and so you've lost yourself to us too.  Do you see it?"  she was
strapping my ass 
still, and the burning was turning me into a strange state.
	"yes." came my humble reply.
	"Who owns you, Michael?"
	"you own me.  you and your husband own me and Angela, Mistress."
	Kelly was laughing now, and I could hear my wife as she came over
the phone.  
Greg's grunting was in the background as he shot a load into her.
	"He did it." I said.  "My wife just came, and your husband just
came too."
	Tears were rolling down my cheeks now; from the pain of the
whipping or maybe 
from the humiliation of what just happened to my wife.  Kelly dropped her
paddle and 
came in close to me, breathing hard on my neck.  "Is your wife still on
the line?"
	"Ang?" 
	I heard a long, drawn out groan of satisfaction.  "Yes, Michael?"
	"Tell her you love her, and then describe what I'm doing to you."
my Mistress 
commanded.
	"I love you hon...oh, god.....Mistress is playing with my
ass...she's smearing my 
crack with something wet..vaseline or something....my arms are chained up
high...i can't 
get away....oh....she's....slipped a finger in my ass!  Angela...oh
god...she's now putting 
something big up my ass...." I groaned, and was panting now.  Kelly began
coaching me 
on what to say.  "She's fucking me, oh god, she's fucking me in the ass. 
I can't...Yes! oh, 
i can't stand it...it..it feels good.  I can't believe I'm saying that. 
But, it feels good.  She's 
taken me.  I'm hers now.   Anything, Mistress!  Anything you want.... 
Angela, she wants 
it all from us, everything.  I want her to have it, our relationship, our
lives....." I was 
talking wildly, not sure of what I was saying or who I was talking to.
	On the line, Angela also began to speak.  "Yes, Michael, give it
to her.  She can 
have us, completely.  I'll fuck anyone she wants me to, do anything she
commands.  So 
will you, baby, you belong to her now."
	It was too much...my mind was now thoroughly fucked too, and I
almost felt the 
snap, the end of my will. "Ang, I'm going to cum..oh, god, I'm going to
cum....with her in 
my ass, fucking me...nothing is even touching my cock...oh...oh....."  I
grunted as my 
cock shot freely, my ass contracted against the dildo.  I shuddered
uncontrollably, and 
then fell slack against the chains holding me up.
	Kelly pulled out of me, then removed the phone from my head. 
Releasing me 
from my chains, she had me kneel down and lick up my cum that was
dribbling down the 
mirror.  I did it without a second thought.  She led me back over to my
house; Greg was 
downstairs, eating some of the sandwiches my wife and I had made earlier. 
I followed 
Kelly, my Mistress, upstairs and to my bedroom, my head bowed the whole
time.  Like in 
a dream-state, I knelt between the legs of my wife as she squatted lewdly
at the edge of 
the bed.  Greg's cum poured out of her, into my waiting mouth, and I
licked and sucked 
her clean.  I then sat across the room on the floor, and mindlessly
watched as my wife 
orally serviced our Mistress late into the night.
	We were all exhausted by the time Kelly decided to leave. 
"Tomorrow you two 
will come over at 11a.m. to help Greg and I finish our unpacking.  Then
tomorrow 
evening, Angela, you will prepare an elegant dinner for Greg and I.  I
want the two of you 
to seriously think about the consequences of your actions and promises.  I
expect the two 
of you to become my property, and that's not a light matter.  I will do
things neither of 
you have ever thought about, and your sexuality will be mine.  Life will
never be the 
same.  After dinner tomorrow night, I will want you both to state your
intentions to me; 
be creative, and convince me that you're seriously surrendering to me."
	Kelly gathered up her clothes and then left us.  I walked over to
the bed and lay 
next to my wife.  She curled up next to me, in my arms.  Neither of us
said anything, and 
eventually we fell asleep.