Chapter 5

We didn't hear anything from Pat on Sunday, which was just as well, as we were both sore and tired all day Sunday. Monday came, and we wondered what the new week would bring from our Master.

On Monday night, the phone rang. I answered it. "Hello, slave."

"Hi Master", I said. "Which phone are you on?"

"The cordless."

"Good. Have the slut pick up the phone in the bedroom, not the one in the livingroom. Tell her now." I put the phone down and told Kate to pick up the phone in the bedroom. She walked back, as I picked the phone back up, "Okay, Master, she's going back now." I then heard the other phone pick up, "Hello?" "Hello, my slut", Master said. "Hi, Master. That was quite a night on Saturday", she said. "Yes, it was quite a night. And I understand you had more visitors. I'm pleased that you followed my instructions. Joe came by and saw me on Sunday. Slave, I want you to go into the bedroom with the phone, I want you both in the same room." "Yes, Master, I said, as I walked back into the bedroom. "Tell me, slut, what are you wearing now", he asked. "A short dress", my lovely wife said. "Good. Now, I want you to put your hand under your dress, and start masturbating. Are you doing it, slut?"

"Yes, Master", she said. "Good. Joe asked me to loan the both of you out for a frat party he will be putting together, once I let him. There will be both men and women there, and you'll both get quite a workout. By the way, slave? I want you to take your pants off, and jack off, but don't come. Do it now."

"Yes, Master", I said, as a took my pants off. "Is he hard yet, slut", he asked. "He's getting there", my wife said. "Great", Master said. "Anyways, as I was saying, Joe wants to have you be the entertainment for a party. I, of course, will accompany you both. But it won't be for a few weeks. In the meantime, I have other plans. I want to let you both know, that we will be going into new arenas. Areas that you may or may not want to go in to. So, I'm giving you both some safewords. If things are going too fast, and you need to slow it down, either of you will say 'yellow'. If you absolutely will not do something, say 'red'. Of course, by saying 'red', you may risk having this whole arrangement end, unless I am in an understanding mood. Do you both understand?"

"Yes, Master", we both replied. I noticed my wife's response was with a heavy breath. Master must have noticed also, as he said, "slut, I want you to lie down on the bed, and bring your knees to your chest. Keep frigging yourself, like the slut you are. Don't come until I tell you to, though. Give hubby a show." She laid down on the bed, and spread herself obscenely, furiously rubbing her clit.

He then said, "Alright, now that the slut is more comfortable, I'll tell you both some more. I'm going to give the two of you a break tomorrow. On Wednesday, I want you to go back to having the slut straddle your back door, with the curtains around her. The same goes for Thursday. You'll need Friday off. If you can, get a babysitter for the kids on Saturday night. I have made reservations for you both at the Hilton by the college. You will check in by 7pm. Have dinner first, although, slave, you may not want to eat too much. Meet me in the lounge at the hotel. Then, slut, we are going to really give that cunt of yours a workout."

"Yes, Master", we both replied. "Slut, you can come when once I tell you the next part: You are going to receive a quarter mile of cock in your pussy that night."

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Yessss, I want it! Aaahhh!" With that, she came, and I could see her naked pussy twitch. With that, I interjected, "Master, what do you mean by a quarter mile of cock?"

"Just what I said, slave. She will receive 1,320 feet of cock. Not all at once, of course. Even Earl isn't that big!", he laughed. "By that, I mean that, averaging 8" per cock, and 50 strokes per fuck, your lovely wife will take 42 loads into her pussy. Of course, if the average size is less, she'll take more loads, and, well, you can do the math." I was stunned. How could any woman take 42 fucks in one night? Master continued, "You will both bring your diaries, although you won't need yours much, slave. If you're a good slave, you can be cock number 43 that night. For this weekend, I want two new entries for each encounter: The size of each cock, the number of strokes it takes to come, and, for you, slave, each cock you suck, and each load you swallow, both from men, as well as from out of your wife. And, since the slut will be busy, you, slave, will be making the entries after each fuck. And, unless you want it to be more, bring a calculator." I was still in shock, but getting incredibly turned on by the prospect of my wife getting gang banged in such an extreme fashion. She must have been thinking the same thing, as she was getting close to climax again. Master said, "Well, that's it. Slut, I want you to stop frigging yourself, now. Now, take your hand, and put it in your pussy. Pull out a handful of juices, and feed it to your husband." She put almost her entire hand inside herself: She was that turned on. She then got up, and walked over to me and I sucked her hand clean. "Did you do it", Master asked. "Yes, Master", my wife said. "Very good. Now, if for some reason, you cannot get a babysitter, you must call me by tomorrow night, otherwise I'll assume we're on. And, slave, take your dick out of your hand." "Yes, Master", I replied. "Very good. Well, good night." "Good night, Master", we both replied.

We both hung up the phone, and my wife turned to me. "God, I don't know if I can do that." I said, "Well, we can always say no." She said, "you don't understand. I want to do it. I want to take a hundred cocks, if Master wants. I'm really getting into this!"

"I am too, darling", I said. I looked at her, worried. She must have sensed it, and said, "don't worry, darling. No one will ever take the place of you in my heart. I love you, now more than ever." I was relieved, as I said, "I know, darling. I just needed to hear it." She said, "And, as your life mate, I'll go along if you ever want to cut this off."

"Thanks", I said. "Anyway, I'm not going to do that now. Maybe I never will. It will be hot to see you get fucked so many times! And if it ever gets to be too much, we do have the safewords."

"That's true", my wife said. "God, I'm still sooo horny. I know you are. Well, lets get ready for bed." We got undressed, she put on her nightgown, and we slept fitfully, both dreaming about the weekend to come.

The next day came, and Kate called me at work. She said, "Honey, I found a babysitter. Do you still want to go through with this?" I said, "Yes! I've been thinking about it all day. I can't wait. I only hope you can take me afterwards."

"I'm not sure", she said. "I only hope I'm still conscious by the thirtieth one! God, I'm horny! I'm masturbating just thinking about it." She knew I would be hard just talking to her about it, especially since I hadn't come but a couple of times in almost a month now. I wasn't used to it, and I wanted to take her in the worst way! The comment about safewords made me wonder, but I wanted to do more. She called me back later, and told me, "Well, I talked to Master! Its on for Saturday. He also will let you fuck me this week beforehand. He said it would keep your interest up, and let you think about what you gave up to him. Also, he said, he wanted you to feel what my cunt is like before... before..." She then moaned into the phone. She was cumming over the phone! It was hard to stay soft in my cubicle at work. I couldn't wait until the weekend! That also sounded promising; that, at least, I would get to fuck her again, before the big event.