Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning with a slight hangover for sure, drenched in sweat from the mass of bodies pressed together, their slick flesh against my own skin. I was in a desperate need to piss, so I had to slightly nudge the body resting on top of me, that of my ex-girlfriend Sherry, which regrettably disturbed her slumber. Well, I thought that it was unfortunate right then, as I went to use the restroom and take a shower. That was when I heard the shower curtain open and someone step inside, followed by the sound and smell of someone pissing under the hot water of the shower.

"Sorry ... sir, but hot water and all that. Anyway, the shower should clean me right up. Then I can wash your body and perhaps you wouldn't object to washing mine?" Sherry asked me, planting a rather steamy kiss on my lips.

"Wouldn't bother me none, that's for sure," I grinned, returning the kiss.

"You know why we can't reconcile, right? Why this has to remain a primarily physical relationship between us, sir?" Sherry asked as she rinsed off any traces of her pee.

"Because you need to submit to a man from time to time, but you also need a safe haven of sorts from that domination. You need a domestic sphere that you alone control. I get that, I really do. Queen of your own castle. Lady of the manor," I nodded.

"Exactly. As long as we understand each other, then. I'm just not a good 24/7 slave or sub. I'm built to submit to a certain kind of man, but dominate other types of men ... and women," Sherry clarified.

"That's called being a switch. Nothing wrong with that," I agreed, while I felt her silky hands magically caress my flesh.

"Yes ... and you're that man. The sort of man that I need to serve. But Rich ... Rich and Brittany ... well, I wouldn't mind helping you dominate them, too. Though your word is final. I might even borrow one or both now and then, if that's okay with you," Sherry assured me as she finished up her washing job by stroking my cock and balls a little.

"That's a possibility ... any other thoughts?" I asked her, truly curious as I began washing her smooth skin.

"Yes ... I wonder how we can get them to go all the way," Sherry licked her lips.

"All the way?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Look, they clearly want to yield it all ... to fully embrace their surrender of their bodies and let you use them completely ... own them totally. They're just afraid to do so yet. They're afraid that this will make their marriage something less than a commitment, which they want it to be in spite of their sharing and submissive ways. They want some way to distinguish their romance from their willing servitude to you. We just have to find a way to convince them that Rich's cock and Brittany's pussy should be available to anyone that you have in mind ... and that it won't ruin their marriage to turn them all over to you," Sherry explained her thoughts.

"In steps, perhaps. Starting with oral manipulation of both. Make them concede that you sucking his cock and either of us eating her pussy won't detract from their marriage ... if you really think that's the issue," I decided as I fondled Sherry's newly clean buns.

"More or less, they need to get permission from someone, I think. I also have to sort out what to do about Sanjay. I want to marry him, I think. He's a naturally submissive bloke. He needs to understand his role, though. He needs to accept that he is really under my authority, not vice versa. This can't be a traditional Indian marriage, where he is the lord and master. Nor does he really want that. He might feel bound by religion and tradition, however, to follow that model at times. I need to break him of that. For that ... Rich and Brittany can be helpful, too ... another reason why I want to help free them completely from the monogamy trap, love," Sherry asserted, right as I started to open the shower curtain.

We both saw Rich and Brittany standing there, eyes larger than saucers, which raised an obvious question ... had they heard the entire conversation? If not, how much had they heard, in fact? Both were blushing now, which only reinforced that question. Had they heard themselves being discussed?

"Yes," Brittany said aloud.

"Yes, what?" I asked her.

"Yes, we heard you talk about us. And ... personally, if Rich is open to it, I'm willing to go all the way. But only if he's okay with it. I'm following your lead in most things, but in terms of releasing each other from wedding vows, I must follow his. It's just how I feel," Brit explained.

"Well... ," Rich started to say.

"Well, what, darling?" Sherry broke in.

"I must admit that the idea of your mouth on my cock and on Brit's pussy is quite enticing," Rich confessed.

"And what of my mouth on Brit's pussy," I inquired.

Rich blushed a bit, but nodded.

"I thought as much," I chuckled.

"So, we can at least agree that oral can go both ways now. The only thing banned at this juncture is another man's cock in Brit's cunny and another quim around Rich's dick," Sherry concluded, "Or is there still a ban on my strap-on taking her fanny and your cock up my arse?"

"I'm willing to agree to sodomize Sherry and have her pound Brit's pussy," Rich admitted.

"Cool," Brit grinned, "so what's left is just the most basic, technical definition of adultery."

"Well, a little more than that. Strictly speaking, adultery would only take place when Brit had another man's dick in her cunt. The very definition of it is a double standard," I observed coolly.

"And I'm not comfortable with such unfairness. It's just ... well, let me be honest here," Rich got very nervous now.

"Pregnancy. You're afraid of having another man put his bun in Brit's oven. That's the real hang-up at its core ... and to be fair, you've given up the chance of doing the same with another woman," I deduced.

"That's about it, yes," Rich agreed.

"So, let's take it in phases. Work our way toward that end goal of a completely open marriage. The next phase should be oral manipulation. Also bear in mind that you both want to have children, and not to be too blunt, but there is a risk that one or both of you could be infertile. Breeding with others would improve your odds of reproduction, which is part of why Nature doesn't like monogamy. Still, let's move at a pace that you feel comfortable about, each of us advancing as ready. It could take days, weeks, or months, or it could only take hours or minutes," I suggested.

"Works for me," Brit licked her lips.

"Me, too," Rich responded, his cock very hard now.

"Good, then wash up. Once you're done cleaning up, we'll proceed with opening up your marriage," I grinned, as the pair jumped into the shower and started to wash each other, clearly fondling each other as well in the process.

Meanwhile, Sherry couldn't keep her hands off me, of course. She just had to fondle my body while the married couple showering together did the same to each other. Sherry also planted kisses all over my skin, eventually even licking me, which gave me the chills. Whatever the nature of her feelings toward me, my ex-girlfriend wasn't shy about expressing passion or lust toward me. I suspected that she was driven by her attraction to the secret dominant side that she now saw in me. Evidently, she was more submissive than she first let on.

Right about then, the shower turned off and the couple got out, at which point I told them, "Okay, now, Brit is to lie on the bed with her legs spread for me. Rich, stand in the corner and watch me eat your wife out. Sherry, kneel and begin sucking Rich's cock while he watches us. It will be interesting to see who cums first between them."

With that, Brit complied and I began licking gently at her pussy lips at first. I was playful at this stage, dragging out the experience while goosebumps formed on this married woman's skin from having my mouth on her twat. We could both hear Sherry slurping on Rich's dick, but neither of us cared right then, since we were busy with some oral pleasure ourselves. My tongue started tentatively at first, teasing Brit, but I gradually stepped up the pace of my licks as I dined on Brit's cunt. There was no doubt in my mind by now that while Rich and Sherry were ahead, Brit and I were steadily catching up to them. Brit's juices made her pussy and my face very slick indeed.

Finally, of course, I heard the sound of Rich's grunts as he came down Sherry's throat, and then we both heard her gulp his spunk down. At that point, I picked up my speed and started focusing heavily on Brit's sweet clit, sucking on it for dear life, as she whimpered and begged me not to stop. Brit's breathing became heavier as she let her juices really flow, and before I knew it, she had completely flooded my face with her feminine fluids. Suddenly, a deeper, more guttural voice than she typically used came out and she went first very rigid, followed by very slack.

After a couple of minutes of us resting, Brittany pulled herself up and gave me the sloppiest tongue kiss she could, tasting her own juices on my lips. I made sure to return that kiss, even as Sherry gave Rich a snowball that he didn't seem to mind, either. At that point, I motioned for the two of them to join us on the bed and I began stroking Rich's dick and balls a bit, which helped it harden again just a little.

"Breakfast time, boys and girls, but after that, I have further plans for all three of you. Come on, let's go to the kitchen. Rich and Brit, you two work on breakfast, while Sherry and I relax and talk. The two of you need to get used to your roles as servants around here, after all," I grinned, as Sherry licked her lips, and the married couple held hands on their way to the kitchen.

After a minute or two on my sofa, Sherry leaned over and began kissing me hard on the mouth. Then she planted herself on my lap and slipped me a good deal of tongue. She rubbed her butt against my cock, too, clearly trying to excite me even further. Considering that I still hadn't come, that wasn't hard to do. Then she knelt and started sucking my dick while playing with my balls for a bit. After a bit of that, I pulled her up and kissed her lips before sitting her back down next to me. While I certainly wished to cum soon, I had plans for my sperm that, if things went well, would turn out great for everyone.