Chapter 3: Morphing

Story by Nunpata
Illustrations by Mat

The time we spent with the Quigleys this morning was enjoyable and sensual. Watching Ann, naked and tied spread eagle, being eaten by Carol Quigley and having one of her tits sucked by Joan Twain while Joan’s oldest daughter sucked the other tit as my wife sucked the balls of Joan’s oldest son, was definitely the most erotic thing that I had ever seen. The sensations that my wife was experiencing were so intense and the orgasm she had was so massive that she passed out.

But what I will remember most about this morning was seeing Jackie, Joan’s oldest daughter, naked. Jackie was my daughter’s age and had flawless skin and a perfectly shaped ass. When she turned around and faced me, I barely looked at her perky 32B breasts. It is what I saw between her legs that grabbed my attention. Jackie had the cutest teenage pussy, puffy and hairless. Just above her vagina was a hard, perfectly formed, 3” cock. Jackie Twain is a naturally born hermaphrodite. I am not going to tell my wife about Jackie’s special feature. I am going to let her find out on her own.

What is important right now is for Ann and me to discuss her role in tomorrow night’s meeting with my sex slaves and Austin.

I had just finished making each of us a sweet tea when my wife entered the room. Ann plopped down on the couch and took a sip of tea.

“Honey, we need to talk about tomorrow night. I want you to be comfortable and have fun, so we need to make a decision as to how I am going to introduce you to Max, Susan, and Austin. Do you want me to introduce you as my Wife and Lover or as my Wife and sex slave?”

“I thought we had already discussed this, Eddie. I want to go as your sex slave.”

“Honey, I really want to emphasize that if you go as my sex slave, you will be treated the same way that Austin and I treat Max and Susan. You will have no rights. When we tell you to do something, you will do it instantly, willingly, and enthusiastically. If you hesitate, you will be punished. Depending on the severity of your infraction, we may use a paddle, flogger, or riding crop to sensitive areas of your body. If you refuse to accept punishment, you will be banned from the group and put in a room, by yourself, for the rest of the night.”

“Master, I will do anything that you or Mistress Austin tell me to do, instantly, willingly, and enthusiastically. I also promise that I will accept any punishment that you or Mistress deem appropriate.”

I listened to my wife’s soliloquy. The more I heard, the more I became upset. Finally, I couldn’t hold my temper inside me and said, “Ann Marie Moran. I have listened to what you said and now I want you to listen to me. Please don’t interrupt me since I didn’t interrupt you. I want you to answer any question I ask you without elaborating.”

Ann agreed to my requests.

“How many men did you fuck or suck before our engagement?”

“No one. You were the first man into my mouth and my pussy.”

“Did I force you to fuck me or suck my cock?”

“No.”

“In the week after our engagement until the night of our marriage, how many other men did you fuck and suck?”

“Five”

“You fucked and sucked six men. I assume you don’t want to count the times you fucked and sucked your father. Did I force you to fuck and suck any of these men?”

“No.”

“Did you, in any way, feel like you had to fuck and suck them to please me?”

“No.”

“Is it fair to say that you fucked and sucked each of these men multiple times during that week?”

“Yes.”

“Did I force you to fuck and suck them multiple times?”

“No.”

“Did you, in any way, feel like you had to fuck and suck them multiple times to please me?”

“No.”

“Excluding the original six men, how many other men did you fuck and suck during the first two years of our marriage?”

Ann took longer to answer this question. Finally she said, “Twenty.”

“Did I force you to fuck and suck those men?”

“No.”

“Did you, in any way, feel that you had to fuck and suck them to please me?”

“No.”

“Honey, I could go on with more examples but I think you understand the point I want to make. In all the time we have been together, I have never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

“Yesterday you told Martha and Rolf, and I quote, ‘In every relationship, a person has to make decisions as to what they want and are willing to do to ensure that the relationship grows. There are two things that will kill a relationship and the first one is forcing someone do something they don’t want to do or are not ready to do.’

“By asking me to be your Master, you are forcing me to do something that I don’t want to do. I don’t want to own you. I don’t want to tell you who you will fuck or suck. I don’t want to change you into a piece of meat to be used however I want. I don’t want to change our current relationship as a loving couple, sharing equally our wants, needs, and dreams together. I want us to raise our daughter to understand the women do not have to submit to men. I want Liz to learn from us that love, nudity, and sex can be beautiful, sensual, and fulfilling.

“I want Liz to learn that the only difference between love and lust is the degree of emotional involvement. I want her to know that nudity is natural among like-minded friends. I want her to learn that sex is not sinful even if it occurs between family members.

“None of these things can happen in a Dominant/submissive or Master/slave relationship. Thankfully, all of those things can happen in a Polyamorous relationship; the practice of engaging in multiple romantic and sexual relationships, with the consent of all the people involved.

“This is the exact same relationship we started with each other the first time you shared me with Jill Hill and I shared you with her husband, Tom. This is the same type of relationship we shared with others during the first few years of our marriage. This is the relationship we lost when we let outside factors control the way we reacted with one another. This is the type of relationship we have rekindled and practiced with Rolf and Martha Svenson yesterday.”

Tears were flowing from my wife’s eyes. She was hugging her own body trying desperately to remain calm, when I asked her if she would join me tomorrow night and meet Austin, Susan, and Max, as my wife and my lover.

Ann launched herself forward. Her naked breasts pushed into my chest and she laid her tear streaked cheeks next to mine. As her sobbing subsided, she pushed her body back a few inches. Staring into my eyes, Ann said, “Eddie, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I get carried away with a fantasy, you listen and let me talk. Afterwards, you either try to make my fantasy come true or, like today, you explain why you think my fantasy is a bad choice. So the answer to your question is yes. I want to meet your friends and have you introduce me as your wife and lover.”

As Ann and I resumed our snuggling, a young feminine voice called out, “I’m Home.”

I watched my daughter as each article of clothing fell to the floor. Liz was only a few feet away, scolding me about not following House rules again, when she saw her mother’s face. “Mommy, are you ok? You’ve been crying!”