Chapter 6: Karen

Squealing delightedly, Madison swung her svelte leg over my hips. But, unfortunately, the door was in the way, so she shoved it open before taking my rigid pole in her hand and lowering herself onto it. The wetness and tightness of her slippery cunt amazed me again, and I was soon counting in seventeens trying to stop from blowing my chocolates into her.

Madison began panting as her passion howled, and she tore off her T-shirt before pushing her left nipple into my mouth, “Suck, please, Sir,” she pleaded.

I was more than happy to oblige, of course, and as her orgasm neared, I changed from sucking to nipping and biting. Wailing, Madison orgasmed before slumping onto my chest and passing out again.

‘Shit!’ I thought. ‘What now?’

Giggling, JoJo tapped my shoulder and said, “Problem, husband?”

“She cums at the snap of my fingers, wifey,” I mock complained. “And she passes out almost every time.”

Nodding, JoJo agreed, “Her orgasms are more intense than anyone else I know or have heard of. They’re fun, though!”

“They sure are, baby. Help get her off me, and I’ll carry her to the maid’s room.”

“She’ll wake up before we finish getting her out of the car, so you probably won’t have to carry her,” JoJo surmised. “She never seems to stay out long.”

“Ten minutes after her first orgasm this morning,” I smirked.

“Show off,” JoJo teased. “Now, let’s get moving. We don’t want Karen to see you two coupled like this.”

“Why not?” I asked facetiously. “Scared she’ll get horny and want to join in?”

“The only time that would be a problem, Mister Johns, is if neither Bella, Peter, Jacob, my mother, nor Charlie was available to take care of my needs as I watched you push your sexy cock up her,” my wife joked but with an undertone of truth.

“You’ve turned into quite the voyeur, my love,” I informed her.

“I always was, baby,” JoJo replied. “Remember back when we first started circling around you, me and Bella getting together? I told you I wanted to watch you and Bella, and you and Mum?”

Remembering, I said, “Oh. But I thought you were merely teasing.”

I’d managed, with JoJo’s help to get Madison off me and onto her feet. As predicted, she came to as we began walking her inside.

Coming to her senses, Madison looked around, then turned towards JoJo. Then, wrapping her arms around my wife, Madison locked her lips to JoJo’s and said, “Thank you, Mistress, for allowing me to borrow your husband. And thanks for helping me inside.”

“That’s okay, little one,” JoJo replied, running her thumbs over Madison’s suddenly popped-out nipples. “Let’s get your top on and you inside. Then I’ll take you upstairs, and you can reward me appropriately.”

“Do we have time, wifey?” I asked.

JoJo looked at her watch and replied, “No. I’ll bet Karen will be here early. Madison, head over to Mum’s and wash your cunt. Then find Charlie, oil him up, and tell him to put his loincloth on, then wait inside the door. When you see my signal, bring him out with his collar and lead on, okay?”

Letting go of my wife and picking her top up, but not bothering to put it on, Madison said, “Yes, Mistress. I’ll be ready shortly.”

“Just what are you up to, wifey?” I asked suspiciously.

“You’ll see, Xavier,” she replied. “But I think you’ll like it.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve me bedding another woman, baby,” I stated. “I’m still unsure about adding Madison to our lives.”

JoJo stared me down, “Bullshit, husband,” she scoffed when I had to drop my eyes. “You’re as much in love with her as you are with me and your mother.”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But, if I have to choose one, it will always be you, Baby JoJo.”

Kissing my jaw lightly, JoJo lovingly said, “I know, baby. You’re my only choice, too.”

“How’s your bottom?” I teased.

“Ouchy. How’s yours?”

“I’m not sure if my poor sphincter will ever close up again,” I bitched. “I whistle when I fart, now.”

“You do not!” JoJo protested as she slapped my arm. “Besides, if you hadn’t been so busy acting like a damned pussy, I wouldn’t have had to do that to you. It got your attention, though, didn’t it?”

“I’ve never understood why calling someone a pussy is an insult, wifey,” I joked. “You have one, and that thing takes a pounding every night, and all it does is beg for more!”

“‘That thing’ and ‘it’?” JoJo mock bitched. “Tonight, you meet Goliath’s big brother!”

“I’m sorry, Mistress JoJo,” I pretended to whine. “This little subbie will be a good boy and never piss you off again. Please don’t use Goliath’s brother on me.”

“You’re impossible, husband,” JoJo laughed, slapping my arm again. Then looking over to the gate and seeing a red Honda Accord standing there, she added, “That’d be Karen.” JoJo stepped across to open the front door and pressed the button to open the gate. “Early, as I predicted.”

Checking my phone, I replied, “Not by much. Five minutes or so.”

“I bet she missed the driveway the first time and almost got to Lismore before turning around.”

Karen pulled up behind my MG and virtually bounced out of her car. Then, running over to me, she was just short of leaping into my arms before she stopped and placed a peck on my cheek, “Made it!” She enthusiastically said. “Thought I was going to be late because I missed your damned drive on my way down. Had to drive for ages before I found somewhere to turn around.”

“Told you,” JoJo muttered.

Almost bouncing on her toes, Karen showed no inclination to do anything but look excitedly at me, so JoJo added her greeting, “Welcome to our compound, Doctor Green.”

“Oh, my! How rude of me!” Karen exclaimed. “Sorry, Mrs Johns. Thank you for the invitation.”

“JoJo is fine. If I may call you Karen?” JoJo soothed before kissing Karen’s cheek.

Still almost bouncing, Karen looked around, “Where’s the other Mrs Johns?” She asked. “Is there only us three here? I thought you had an almost commune?” She continued to gush.

Taking Karen’s hand, tucking it under her arm and patting it, JoJo laughed and said, “Settle down, girl! Everyone’s inside waiting to meet you, and Xavier isn’t going anywhere.”

Karen giggled, “I am a little excited, aren’t I, JoJo?”

“Well, let’s go and meet the two families before you wet yourself,” JoJo teased.

“Gawd, JoJo!” Karen tried to whisper but couldn’t because she was too wound up. “Even if I peed myself, I don’t know I’d notice cos your husband has me so wet already.”

“He does that to me, too,” JoJo admitted. “Ready to meet everyone?”

“No!” Karen exclaimed. “But let’s do it anyway!”

Looking over her shoulder, JoJo told me, “Grab Karen’s overnight bag from her car. It’ll be in the backseat, I’d guess.”

Karen stumbled to a stop, blushing bright red.

“What?” JoJo asked, looking as innocent as the cat that had just eaten the family canary. “Don’t tell me you didn’t pack an overnight bag, you know, just in case?”

Blushing more, Karen guiltily admitted, “I did, but I was going to wait until asked. I didn’t want to presume, you know?”

“You might be surprised by how much time you spend here, Doctor Karen,” JoJo smilingly said.

“Why?” Karen nervously asked. “You’re not going to kidnap me and keep me prisoner, are you?”

JoJo’s head rocked back as her laughter pealed. Then wiping her eyes, she giggled, “Don’t be silly. Karen. I just meant that Peter Peterson came for one night and has stayed ever since. Madison came to spend one day with Xavier and has never left, and Alan and Alannah came for one night so they could make a movie. But now, Alannah will marry Jacob and build a house with him here in the compound, and I doubt Alan will ever move out of my mother’s home.”

“Your mother’s home is the other house I drove past?” Karen asked.

“Yes, Doctor Adams,” JoJo replied.

Still chatting, we entered my house. Karen stumbled to a stop as she saw how many people were in my lounge. Just before we entered, I saw my wife signal Madison to bring Charlie.

JoJo took no notice of her discomfiture and introduced her to the various pairings snuggled together around the room. Then, taking Karen’s hand, my wife said, “Come through to the kitchen, Karen. We’ll sit with Xavier, Peter and Bella, drink some tea, and chat until you’re comfortable.”

Relieved, Karen quickly agreed. Once I’d made tea and put out some biscuits that Bella had made, Karen seemed to relax, and the conversation started to flow. With the smaller crowd, Karen’s bubbling enthusiasm shone through again, and she was back to almost gushing words. At every chance, she flirted outrageously with me, making it evident that I was the object of her desire.

I’d begun to feel uncomfortable with how things were developing when Madison walked the collared and leashed, loincloth-wearing Charlie through the kitchen. Charlie’s heavily muscled, oiled body shone in the mid-afternoon sun shining through our kitchen windows. Madison had quickly donned her ‘Mistress’ outfit of a tight leather skirt under a black bustier and spiked high heels.

Pretending to be surprised we had guests, Madison said, “Don’t mind me, Miss. This worthless piece of man meat is without a Domme at this time, so his sister asked me to take over his training until we found one for him. He needs punishment because he broke my rules last night, and I was about to do that in his room down that hall.” Madison pointed towards the maid’s room.

Madison started walking towards the hall.

Walking across to Madison, the rest of us wholly forgotten, Karen demanded, “Wait!”

Madison stopped and turned to Karen. Karen walked around Charlie, examining him much as a prospective buyer examines a potential new horse purchase.

“You’re not his Mistress?” She asked.

“No, He’s never had a full-time Mistress. But his sister and I have completed most of his training,” Madison answered.

“May I?” Karen asked, holding out her hand.

Madison, following the charade, glanced at JoJo, who shrugged, “Of course, Mistress Karen,” Madison acceded, handing her the leash.

As I watched, goggle-eyed, Karen took the leash and then imperiously pointed at the floor in front of her feet. Snapping her fingers, she barked, “Kneel.”

Moving with alacrity, Charlie dropped to his knees where Karen had indicated. Then, as taught, he sat with his bum on his heels, his shoulders back and head high, eyes down, and palms on his thighs facing up.

“Impressive,” Karen admitted as she circled him again, looking lustfully at Charlie’s heavily muscled body. “Stand, strip your loincloth off, then kneel,” she commanded.