Chapter 5: Madison Part 1

“Fuck, JoJo,” I spat. “What about you and Mum? I married both of you and promised it would be forever. Do you think I’m so contrary I can’t keep my vows?”

“Are you going somewhere, Xavier? Are we? We are forever, Mister Johns! I will be your Mrs Johns forever, that you can be assured of! But you have the capacity to love more than just us. We like Madison. Hell, we love Madison, so stop fucking around and make her yours.”

“But she’s Charlie’s Mistress,” I protested.

“A task she took for you, Xavier. She saw it needed doing, and you weren’t the one to do it. Nor could Bella, Mum or I do it. So she did it. It needed doing, and she did it for you because she loves you. Now stop your bullshit and take her!”

“Okay,” I acquiesced. “But first, I’m taking you to bed and making love to you.”

“About time,” JoJo huffed. “I’m beginning to look like a prune.”

Struggling to stand and lift my wife, I staggered to my feet and carried her to our bed. I didn’t bother washing or drying. We were going to be wet and sweaty shortly, anyway.

An hour and three mutual orgasms later, JoJo pushed me out of bed, “You smell like sex. Go shower, then spend some time with our next wife.”

“You stink, too, JoJo,” I pointed out. “Come shower with me.”

“No,” JoJo answered. “I’m going to sleep until Bella makes me get up to change the sheets. Now, scoot.”

After quickly showering and changing, I padded past my sleeping wife. I had a task that she’d set me to complete. But as I opened the door, JoJo sleepily said, “Husband?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Call Karen Green and invite her to visit.”

Seeing the expression on my face, JoJo had to rub it in, “Anything I wanted, Xavier. Remember?”

Fuck!

“Yes, my love.”

“It won’t be what you think, Xavier. You’ll see.”

Well, that was clear as mud.

“Ok, baby,” I mumbled as I walked out.

Entering my lounge, I realised everyone was there. Bella sat snuggled into Peter’s lap. Roxy sat beside Alan, holding his hand and smiling at him, and Alannah sat in Jacob’s lap, kissing up a storm. The only three not coupled were Madison, Charlie, and me.

Mum lifted her head and asked, “All better?”

“Yes, Mum,” I replied, realising it really was!

Mum held my gaze briefly, then cut her eyes to Madison. Deciding it was time to do what both my wives wanted me to do, I strode to Madison, took her hand, pulled her upright, bent, and then picked her and threw her over my shoulder. Then, placing my hand on her shapely ass, I pressed my thumb against where I thought her pussy’s entrance would be and turned and walked to the door.

Pausing at the doorway, I waited for the spontaneous round of applause to die, then spoke to Charlie, “You sister’s napping in our bedroom. You may strip and get into bed with her. You may spoon into her back, but you will not do anything sexual unless she instigates it, okay?”

“Thank you, Xavier,” Charlie answered before rushing up the stairs.

Deciding not to take Madison to one of the upstairs bedrooms, I carried her to what would be the maid’s room if we ever got one. We’d set this room up as another guest room if needed. We hadn’t used it since we moved in, but it was about to be christened.

Sitting on the bed, I turned Madison so she sat sideways in my lap. Then, l placed my curled finger under her chin and tipped her head back. Gazing into her beautiful, dark-brown eyes, I softly whispered, “May I kiss your gorgeous lips, little one?”

Madison happily sighed as she wrapped her arm around my neck, “Oh, Xavier. How did you know I was submissive? Yes, Sir. You may kiss any part of me you want. Your wish is my command.”

“I’m occasionally oblivious to the obvious, Madison,” I replied, lightly stroking her pretty face. “But I’m not blind and could see that Domming wasn’t natural for you. But JoJo had to hit me with a two-by-four before I figured this out.”

“You didn’t know I was submissive until JoJo clued you in?” Madison asked.

“I knew you were primarily submissive, Madison,” I explained. “But I had no idea you wanted to be my submissive.”

“I did everything but throw myself at your feet and beg, Xavier, and you ignored me.”

“I thought Bella and JoJo were playing with you,” I answered, trying to get her to see that I was dense, not uncaring. “I thought, when they were ready, they’d invite you to join the three of us.”

“So you’re submissive to your wives, then?” Madison said, driving home what JoJo had finally clued me into.

“Yeah, no,” I nonsensically stated. “That’s what JoJo had to whack me over the head with until I got it.”

“When you want them, what do you do?”

“Take them,” I admitted.

“Do you want me?” Madison almost begged.

“Yes,” I answered simply.

Madison smiled, spread herself open, still mostly lying across my lap, and said, “Then take me, Master.”

Using my command voice, the one I used to get actors to stop fucking around and do as I asked, I firmly said, “Stand and strip. Then, do a slow pirouette with your arms held out so I can admire your body. Until we leave this room, you will hold your head up but keep your eyes down. Only when I am inside or kissing you may you look into my eyes. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” Madison purred as she quickly obeyed.

Now that I’d sat for a time, my ass began to ache, reminding me that it had just been fucked by an extremely large fake cock. Although I made a mental note to do my Kegel exercises, I ignored the ache. My younger wife had set me a task to complete, and I would complete it.

Staring at the gorgeous woman turning slowly in front of me soon made me forget my discomfit, “You’re beautiful, little one,” I told her. “Now, kneel facing me. Bum on your heels, shoulders up and back, and head held high, but with your eyes down. Then, place your hands palms up on your thighs.”

Madison took the required pose. Then, standing, I walked around her, admiring her grace and beauty.

“Hands behind your head, elbows wide,” I barked.

Madison proudly displayed her body’s wares before me. Entranced, I squatted behind her, then moved her hair away from the right side of her neck, leaving it flowing down over her left boob. Next, I kissed and lightly nibbled where Madison’s neck met her shoulder. Having seen Madison’s response to JoJo doing this, I knew my doing it would have Madison’s motors revving.

Madison’s eyes closed, and she sighed luxuriously but remained silent. Then, pushing my arms under Madison’s armpits, I cupped Madison’s full, slightly droopy C-sized breasts and strummed my thumbs over her nipples.

“Hmm,” Madison moaned, and the scent of her arousal filled the room.

Nibbling on her lobe, I paused to blow gently into Madison’s ear while strumming her nipple with my left hand. Then, with my right, I switched to my fingers and thumb, slowly circled her areola, and flicked her tiny pink nipples. Next, I took her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger and gently tweaked and pulled it.

With her eyes closed and a Mona Lisa smile on her pretty face, Madison tipped her head back and sighed again. Still slowly stimulating Madison’s full breasts, I moved my left hand across to her right breast and cupped it in my hand. Then, reaching with my thumb and forefinger, I tweaked and pulled her nipple as I ran my right hand caressingly across her taut stomach until the tips of my finger were on her mon venus, just short of her button.

Madison shuddered, drew a big breath and slowly sighed it out, then her thighs willingly parting before my questing fingers. Even though it wasn’t strictly a Dom/sub thing to do, Madison moaned softly and turned her head to kiss the corner of my jaw. Knowing she wanted me, I lowered my fingers onto her button, and Madison hissed.

“May I cum, Sir?” She pleaded.

“Yes, little one,” I said softly, adding more pressure to my circling finger.

“Uhhhh,” Madison grunted as her first petite orgasm played over her.

Not stopping, I slid my fingers further down and softly slipped the first two into Madison’s dripping pussy. Then turning my hand so I could reach her pleasure button with my thumb, I stimulated it as I dipped my fingers into her gash and stroked along her folds.

“Ungh,” Madison grunted a little louder this time as her orgasms increased in strength.

Increasing the speed of my circling and finger thrusts, I tweaked Madison’s nipple harder as I sought to drive her through another climax. Her body responded eagerly to my ministrations, and her pelvis moved forward to meet my delving fingers.

Sucking in a deep breath, Madison’s head fell back, and she sighed, “Ahhhhhhhhhh,” as her whole body shuddered and shook as her climax raced through her.

Straightening up, Madison asked, “May I taste you, Sir?

I stood and began shedding my clothes. Madison took my hands and pleaded, “Please, Sir, let me. It’s the submissive’s duty to take care of her owner.”

‘Jaysus!’ I briefly thought. ‘Owner? What the fuck have my wives been cooking up?’

That thought soon faded as Madison unzipped me and fished my rampantly erect 7-inch dick out of my fly.

“Oh, Lawd!” I moaned as Madison gripped my shaft’s base, wrapped her mouth over my glans, sucked hard and slid down my pole until her lips met her hand. Then, she moved her circling hand to my balls and gently cupped and squeezed them.

Madison bobbed her head, still sucking voraciously. Then, when her mouth reached my glans on the up bob, she paused to lash them with her tongue before sliding back down until her lips hit my pubic bone.

“Ah, shit!” I groaned, trying not to look like a two-pump-chump getting his first blow job. It was a close thing, but Madison finally released me before I lost my lollies down her willing throat.

Smiling, knowing she had almost caused me to lose control, Madison asked if she could stand and take my polo shirt off. I nodded my acquiescence, and she was soon back on her knees, pulling my pants down. Then, balancing by placing my hands on her shoulders, I lifted my left and right foot so she could remove my shorts.

Mildly disobeying my edict to keep her eyes down, Madison ran her eyes from my toned calves to my leanly muscled chest and upper arms. Then lowering her eyes before they raised any higher than my throat, Madison purred, “Very nice, Sir. You have a hot body!”

“You’ve seen me naked many times, Madison, and we’ve already fucked once,” I chuckled.

“Yes, Sir, we have,” she admitted. “But never like this, knowing I will soon be yours.”

Raising an eyebrow, I said, “You’ll soon be mine, Madison?”

“Yes, Sir,” Madison replied, nodding her head. “You’re going to make me kneel on the bed, forehead on my lower arm, with my spare hand back between my legs and holding my cunt lips open. Then you’re going to roughly take my front fuck hole until I cum, then you’re going to fuck my whore’s dirt hole until you cum.”

Smirking, I facetiously said, “Sounds like you’re trying to Top from the bottom, Miss.”

“If you believe I am, you must punish me appropriately, Sir.”

Knowing Madison desired to be spanked, I sat on the two-seater settee, patted my thighs, and said, “Lie over here, girl. Let’s knock any nonsense out of you from the start.”

“Yes, Sir,” Madison said softly, desire evident in her voice.

I placed my left hand in the same place I had with JoJo and firmly pressed Madison onto my thighs. But, instead of immediately spanking her, I made a fist and forced it between Madison’s upper thighs. Then, when her legs parted, I rudely shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt and rimmed her rosebud with my thumb. Then, moving my thumb aside, I let some spittle fall onto Madison’s ring.

“Hmm,” Madison sighed as my spit hit her rosebud.

I used my thumb to spread the moisture, slowly increasing the pressure on Madison’s sphincter, but she seemed reluctant to allow me to force entry. Pretending I hadn’t noticed her reluctance, I continued to circle her rosy ring. Then, suddenly, I raised my left hand and thumped it down onto the nexus of nerves above Madison’s tailbone.

“Ugh!” Madison grunted at my hit. But her ring relaxed, and my thumb slid easily inside her ass.

Wriggling my thumb back and forth as I twirled my fingers over her G-spot, I forcefully walloped Madison’s ass. To my surprise, she climaxed on the third hit and seemed to have an orgasmic spasm on every whack until her head collapsed down, and she seemed almost unconscious.

“No, you don’t,” I growled, wrapping my arms around Madison’s waist and lifting her over to the bed. Madison seemed to simply sag as I carried her, but I saw a tiny smile playing along her lips, and I surmised she was playing. So, unceremoniously, I dropped on the rug beside the bed. Then smacking her in the middle of the back, I demanded, “Stop fucking around and assume the position!” I emphasised my point by slapping her back again.

Trying to act contrite but giggling too hard to be convincing, Madison swiftly knelt on the bed, her knees splayed wide apart, her forehead resting on her left forearm, and her right hand’s fingers holding her juicy pussy lips open.

“I am yours,” Madison cooed seductively. “Take your girl, make her your bitch.”

Needing no further encouragement, I positioned my rigidly erect cock at her entrance, ripped my hips viciously forwards, and seated myself fully in her depths. Then pulling back, I savagely ripped forwards again, slamming my pelvis against Madison’s taut and toned buttocks.

“Ungh!” Madison grunted as I slammed home. Then, “Ungh!” As I slammed into her again.

Pausing, I curled my upper body over Madison’s, reached around her torso and grabbed a double handful of boobs. Then straightening up, I callously pulled Madison back onto my rampant erection by hauling on her tits. After doing this several times, causing Madison’s already hot and dripping cunt to flare heat and flood moisture, I moved my fingers to her nipples, then gripped them between thumbs and forefingers and twisted them hard.

“Yes,” Madison panted. “Yes, yes, yes. Do me, hurt me, and force me to cum. I love you, Master. Make me yours.”

Remorselessly twisting Madison’s nipples, I hunched my hips back and forth as hard as I possibly could, setting up an almost staccato rhythm as I jammed my cock into her.

Suddenly, Madison sucked in a huge breath, tipped her head back and wailed, “I’MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM CUUUUUUUUUUUUU UH UH UUUUMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!”

Madison’s juices boiled over my balls as she orgasmed, and I realised I’d met a true squirter. But before I could try to drive her to another orgasm, Madison collapsed onto her stomach. Then, in a small, satiated voice, she pleaded, “Finish in my ass, Master, please. I cannot go again.”

“I can do that, little one,” I responded. “If you’re too tired or sore, we can finish this another time if you want?”

Madison turned her head to look at me and said, “No, Sir. You need to completely take ownership of me by injecting your sperm into one of my lower cock holes, and I want it to be my dirt hole. Do that for me, please, Sir. I’ll beg if you need me to.”

I understood her need and knelt on the bed, saying, “Suck me into your mouth, little one. Lubricate me so that I don’t tear your colon open.”

Of course, Sir,” Madison consented.

I revelled in Madison’s exquisite oral skills as she used her mouth and tongue to saturate my cock’s head and shaft with saliva so I could readily slide into her ass.

Letting me pop out of her mouth, Madison sultrily said, “You’re ready, Sir. Your thumb will have gaped my ass sufficiently for you to just take me. But, please, Sir, may I beg that you’re not too rough? My front fuck hole will be sore tomorrow, and I don’t want both holes to be painful.”

Even though Madison said to ‘just take her’, I still dripped spittle onto her ring and spread it to lube her adequately. Hopefully, it would ease my entrance into her ass and cause the least damage.

Madison spread her legs, then pulled her ass cheeks open, offering her light brown ring for me to use. Sliding deep inside her, I relaxed my typical restraint and concentrated on cumming as swiftly as I could. Less than a dozen gentle strokes later, as Madison clenched her sphincter onto my throbbing member, I felt my cum boiling in my prostate and balls. Then groaning, I shuddered to a halt as my cock throbbed, then spat semen into Madison’s dirt hole.

Groaning through my release, I forced myself to roll off Madison’s back. Madison moved so she could press her tightly toned body along my right side, her juice-dripping pussy pushed against my hip.

Madison kissed my jaw, then whispered, “Thank you, Sir. Thanks for making me your girl. I will serve you and your wives to the best of my ability for as long as you will have me.”

We dozed for close to an hour, but my bladder woke me up. Using the downstairs toilet to relieve myself, I realised it was only 5 O’clock.

Helping Madison to her feet, I said, “Put your thong back on and follow me. Stand tall and proud so you let the other men see you are not ashamed of your body. We’re walking to my room and showering. Then we need to get your stuff moved into our bedroom.”

Eyes down, Madison said, “Yes, Sir. I will, Sir, and I promise not to be embarrassed. I’d like a pallet for the bottom of your bed, Sir. As you and your wives’ submissive, I should sleep separately but be available if any of you need me or wish to play.”

Entering my bedroom, I saw that Charlie was still spooning with my wife. JoJo had taken off Charlie’s cock cage, and he was slowly stroking into JoJo’s sopping pussy. As I watched, JoJo peaked as a small but satisfying orgasm washed over her.

Hearing us entering the room, JoJo told Charlie, “Pull out and masturbate yourself to fruition, little one. Once you’ve cum, wait for us downstairs.”

Obeying, Charlie grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedside table, took his cock in hand, closed his eyes and jerked his gigantic-headed dick. A few seconds later, he groaned and filled the tissues. Then, he got out of bed and unabashedly strode downstairs to the lounge, still completely starkers.

Holding her hands out to Madison, JoJo asked, “Did he take you, baby girl? Make you his?”

Stripping her thong off, Madison slid in beside my wife and pressed her taut body against JoJo’s, “Yes, Mistress,” Madison purred. “Master took possession of all three of my fuck holes. But, unfortunately, he was too accomplished at maintaining control, and he only injected his seed into my dirt fuck hole.”

“Good,” JoJo said triumphantly. “Go shower with your new owner. You can tell Bella and me all about it before we go to bed tonight. You’ll be sleeping with us, of course.”

“I asked Master for a pallet at the end of the bed, Mistress. It’s not right that the Owner’s submissive sleeps with them.”

“We can organise that, baby girl,” JoJo conceded. “Expect to spend a lot of time in our bed fucking, though. Our man has needs, and it’s our duty to take care of them.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Madison acceded.

“Go shower with your man, little one.”

I’d waited for Madison to finish her discussion with my wife. She insisted on sharing the shower and wouldn’t let me wash myself. Even though she paid what I thought was undue attention to my cock, balls and ass, I was undoubtedly clean by the time we exited the shower.

JoJo was no longer in our bed when Madison and I finished her ablutions, so Madison put her thong back on, took my hand, and followed me downstairs to our lounge. Only Charlie was missing. Now that Madison was my submissive, JoJo decided Madison couldn’t be Charlie’s Dominant anymore, and she’d sent him to get dressed. The rest of the family sat in their now typical pairs—Jacob with Alannah, Roxy with Alan, and Bella with Peter. With Charlie absent, we had a mismatch—one more girl than boy.

Unwilling to allow my wife to sit alone, I walked Madison over to the large sofa chair JoJo occupied and placed her on one side of JoJo as I sat on the other. It was an oversized chair, so we fitted pretty well.

Putting an arm around Madison, then pulling her into her side, JoJo intertwined her arm with mine and held my hand. Smiling up at me, she laid her head on my shoulder, sighed and said, “Everything is back to perfect, my love. You’re acting like my man again, and I have my protector back. Madison will fill the void that having to split our wife’s time with Peter will make. Xavier, do the last thing I asked you to do, please. Call Doctor Karen and invite her for dinner tomorrow night.”

“It’s after office hours,” I equivocated.

JoJo laughed, “I very much doubt she gave you her work phone number. Give the woman a call. Trust me, husband. Karen will also not work out how you think.”

Figuring I was on a roll anyway, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, walked to the hallway, looked up Karen’s number, and called it.

“Xavier Johns!” Karen breathily said. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

Curious about her breathy response, I said, “You sound puffed, Karen. Is this a bad time?”

“I’m not being fucked, if that’s what you mean, Mr Johns,” Karen kidded. “I’m on the treadmill at the gym.”

“Oh,” I responded, unsure how to respond.

Karen laughed before saying, “To what do I owe this call, Xavier?”