Chapter 13: Margo & Ben

It had been an extraordinary week-end for Margo and Ben.

After saying farewell to Iris and Ralph they were driving home in silence for some while.

They had experienced something together that may well change their lives.

Now as Margo drove them through the leafy lanes from the Manor towards the main road their long week-end seemed so surreal.

That Ben had performed a “sixty niner” with Ralph before servicing their Madams in bed.

That Ben had been subjected to hours of sexual obedience under Iris while Margo was doing similar things with Ralph did now seem extreme.

It had been a wild orgy.

But now Ben felt spent.

Margo felt similar; yet it was far more complex for her.

When this had all started back at home; when she had happened upon Ben in her bedroom, she had naturally been shaken by events.

She realised now she had been excited and frightened by it all. Now that part of things seemed all so normal in the light of what they had done together since.

Looking back on it Ben had been sweet about it.

He had cared for her; wanted to love her. Needed her but in a way she hadn’t been prepared for.

If only it could have stayed like that between them.

Now they’d been initiated at Carlton Manor into the bizarre ways of Iris, their need of each other had been altered into a form of sexual duty.

Margo had to admit that some of it really turned her on. It was like a hardcore drug she guessed. It gave such a buzz; such a rush, that you needed more of it; like pornography.

They had come to the main road and they joined the busy route towards home.

“We’re coming up to the Country Park Ben, shall we pull in for a stroll?”

“Oh, yes, that’s just what I need Margo.”

Within a few minutes they had parked up and were heading into the woodland.

Their hands came together and knitted as they strolled quietly together.

As the trees cast their cool upon them they spontaneously paused and then lovingly embraced.

Then as their hips came together they kissed as lovers do.

“I still love you Margo, I’m sorry.” he smiled.

“And I still love you Ben; but as a lover.” she whispered before they kissed some more, then,

“God! is that a gun in your pocket darling? Perhaps you feel sleepy?” she asked.

“I do rather my angel,” he said nibbling her ear.

“Then I think we should get you home to bed,” She chuckled.

between them, all the while plotting to drive a wedge between us. In general, she made life, for both of us, difficult. Putting his beer on the top of the bureau, he snubbed out the smoke in an ashtray he’d carried into my room, turned to me, and gave me the biggest grin. “Come here and give me a kiss, baby doll,” he said. Tossing off my covers, I jumped out of bed, rushed to him, leaping into his strong arms. With a tight grip, we hugged for several moments, we kissed a father-daughter peck. Closing his eyes, Daddy moved his face close to mine, so close, the heat from his skin warmed my own flesh. With tenderness, he pressed his lips to mine a second time; we kissed in a way we’d never done before. Melting into him, my heart raced, pumping the blood to my head, making my brain spin out of control. Parting my mouth with his tongue, which was slick with his moisture, darting into my mouth, the flavor of cigarette and beer didn’t invade my mouth. Instead, some sweet caramel savoriness with a salty zing greeted my taste buds. A surging intense craving filled me, a niggling fear consumed me, for I feared if my desire wasn’t fulfilled, I might melt into oblivion. But my passion took over. Responding to his tongue, my own tongue danced with his in a dizzying, wild, wanton tango. Over the past few months, I’d come to consider kissing as tongues dancing, and ours did. Time froze, and I yearned for this moment to last forever. My mind continued to spin round and round like I twirled on a merry-go-round. The beating of my heart pounded so hard I couldn’t think. All the while, our tongues danced and danced. In that