Chapter 33: Marge’s New Persona

René gave the Hyatt restaurant two-week’s notice about quitting her job the next evening after we’d proposed she become a full-time sex slave to Jane and me. She swore that she told her boss – the maître d’ – that she’d taken a job as a sex slave that paid better wages and included room and board. He’d laughed off her ribald humor, failing to realize that she’d pretty much told the truth.

The night after she accepted Jane’s offer, Jane and I helped her move from her studio apartment to Jane’s house. Most of what she owned fit in one car.

The day after René accepted, I also spent some time with Marge, teasing her and insisting that she prove to me she was wearing something sexy – either no underwear or something really frilly and revealing. She led me into Jane’s office and hiked up her skirt, proving that she had indeed stopped by Victoria Secret the evening before and bought a few thongs and things. She complained about getting use to the ‘butt floss’ as she called the back strap of the thong.

Marge looked at me and blushed, “I have a confession to make. Last night, after I got home I showed Malcomb that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I didn’t tell him why; I just said I wanted to be sexy for him. Do you know we didn’t have dinner until nine-thirty? He made love to me for two hours. I don’t think he’s done that for twenty-five years. What I’d done turned him on.”

I laughed, “That’s great. Keep doing the unexpected with him.” I thought for a minute and sized up Marge, and then asked, “Did you give him a blowjob?”

Marge looked horrified. “Oh, good lord, no. I have no idea how to do that. It sounds disgusting.”

“Marge, if you want to have a husband who will love you like you want to be loved, you have to love him the way he wants to be loved. Give him a blowjob tonight. He might wonder where you learned how to do that, and then you can tell him you watched some porn to learn how to do it.”

“I did?”

“Yes, you did. Do they monitor your computer at work?”

“I don’t think so. I can find out easily enough.”

“If they don’t, you sneak onto this website, search on ‘How to’ videos and plug in ‘How to give a world class blowjob.’ Watch that video three times. Based on your reaction, the first two times will still be a shock to you, but the third time you might actually learn something.” As I talked, I jotted down the URL of the website.

Marge said, “If they do monitor, I can always watch it on my iPhone.”

“Good girl.”

“Girl? I’m an old maid.”

“No, you’re a gorgeous mature woman and I want you to feel young and vibrant, instead of how you’ve been feeling about yourself and your sex life.”

Marge said in a near whisper, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” I saw a tear in the corner of one eye.

I added for a little comic relief, “Besides all sex slaves love to give world-class blowjobs.”

Later that afternoon, I dropped some papers by for Jane. Marge looked at me with large round eyes. She said in a hushed tone, “I’ve watched three different videos five times each. If I can remember what I learned I’m going to drive my husband to the grave with what I have in store for him tonight.”

I said, “Some advice. Talk yourself into believing that you love giving blowjobs, that it’s your favorite thing to do for someone you love. He’ll know if you’re faking it or just being a good sport about it to make him happy. He’ll have an extraordinary experience if he sees that you are, too. Remember eye contact.”

Marge grinned, “I’ll tell you how it went tomorrow.” As an afterthought she said, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to practice on you?”

I laughed, “I have to save myself for a couple of women I love, but I’ll take a rain check for some time in the future. I’m told you can always practice on a banana or cucumber, although the catching cum and swallowing part doesn’t happen in those situations.”

Marge blushed again and we went our separate ways.

That evening, I shared with Jane and René about Marge’s lessons from the Internet. We had a chuckle over it. I asked what might be other lessons that a sixty-year-old male might like to be the beneficiary of. I figured anal was truly beyond the two of them, as most forms of BDSM. Jane suggested different positions. René suggested having sex in unusual places other than the bed, even where they might get caught.

Marge was bursting with enthusiasm the next morning and had a grin from ear to ear when I saw her. Jane joined me beside her desk and Marge said, “I did it. I blew him into the next county, having him cum in my mouth. I showed him his spunk in there, and then I swallowed. I don’t think he’s ever been so amazed at me as he was about nine o’clock last night. I worked on him some more, got him hard again, and he fucked me until we came again.”