For those of you who have read two of my previous stories entitled, 'CAUGHT IN THE ACT' and 'ALMOST TOO LATE', you will know the background of the tale I am about to recount to you.

It was some fourteen months ago that Paul, Antoinette and Calen {pronounced K-Len} left for Ireland.

Apart from the occasional phone call requesting help for his PC, I hardly heard from Paul or his family, until four weeks ago. Out of the blue I got an email from him which rather intriguingly read.

"Hi Ray, Just wanted to tell you that Antoinette and I have become parents again, I apologise for the delay in telling you but Antoinette want to wait till all the arrangements had been made. Well if you're free for a long week end in two weeks time we would like you to come over to Ireland as our guest! Please say you will come and a special request from Antoinette for you to be you're most masterful! Signed Paul."

I immediately replied that I would be happy to be their guest, by the way you failed to tell me what you had, a boy or a girl!

With in the hour the news came back with the message that they had given birth to a bouncing baby girl, and had decided to call her Ramona. The date they gave me for her birthday led me to believe the happy consummation was the night we had the fun before they left for Ireland. I even allowed myself the luxury of believing that Ramona was the nearest female name to Raymond.

Next day my ticket confirmation was emailed and I was to pick up the tickets at Heathrow airport and fly to Shannon airport where Paul would meet me. Suspecting a weekend of fun I made sure to pack my fun case with the soft silk ropes and the leather paddles and handcuffs. I also added an assortment of vibes and butt plugs.

On the date of my flight I rushed to the airport and almost froze in panic as what would happen if they decided to open my cases in customs or passed it through a scanner and saw the contents, I was surely going to look like a right pervert. But luck was on my side for I did not have to open the case and nothing was said as I collected it so I breathed a sigh of relief.

Coming out of Shannon airport, I was met by Paul in his 4x4 Mitsubishi, and soon we were leaving the town behind and heading into the rural areas. Suddenly Paul's mobile rang and using his hands free kit on speakerphone I heard Antoinette asking if I had arrived yet. I interrupted Paul by announcing I was in the car with him, when I saw a sign which said parking area one quarter of a mile. I quickly told Antoinette to call back in ten minutes.

I ordered Paul to pull into the parking area and he was instructed to remove his shorts and pants before climbing back into the driving seat, naked from the waist down. Once underway again I started to call Paul by my pet name for him of Pauline boy pussy. I noticed that after only once of referring to him by this name his cock began to stiffen.

I soon reached over and grasped his balls in my hand, his cock jerked as I did so and I threatened to squeeze the life out of his bollocks.

"Master please don't, I will do what ever you tell me too!" he begged.

I ordered him to wank himself slowly but not to cum as he continued driving us to his home. Suddenly the return call from Antoinette came through, again it was put on speaker phone and I instructed Paul to tell his wife what he was doing at this very moment of driving me to meet her.

"Antoinette, Master Ray has me naked from the waist down and I am driving one handed whilst I wank my worthless cock slowly" he mumbled. "Master says he can't wait to see your new sized tits and hopes you have shaved your slutty cunt as you know he likes!"

I heard Antoinette moan as Paul told her this and I asked if she was already playing with my Bitch's cunt and was it as wet as I remembered it from the night before they left!

Antoinette managed a groaned "OH yes!" before the phone went dead.

Twenty minutes later we arrived at a farm style house with a yard and lots of out buildings. I was taken aback for I knew Paul and Antoinette both still worked in the health services, so why did they feel the need to have a farm.

As we entered the yard, I spotted Antoinette watching for us from the window and I made sure that Paul parked his side on to her so she could see him as he emerged from the car, this way she would see that what he had described on the phone was true.

Soon Antoinette and I embraced and I felt her larger pliant breasts pressing against my chest. I recalled fondly how her tits were so sensitive and heavy, but now they were at least two sizes bigger and the tell tale wet spots left me with no doubt that she was still lactating. I asked where Calen and Ramona were and was told that her parents had agreed to take them for the week end to allow the three of us to have an uninterrupted reunion.

I seriously doubted that her parents would have been told the full nature of the reunion or for that matter our relationship. I turned to Paul and said, "Pauline, my little boy pussy, why are you still stood there, you know your place is standing in a corner facing the wall unless told otherwise!"

Paul immediately apologised and moved over to the corner, his shorts and pants still around his ankles. I then turned to Antoinette and demanded to see her tits, she quickly shed her blouse and nursing bra, and her nipples were already erect and inviting and despite the increase in size there appeared no sag in her tits. I looked down towards her cunt and nodded. Immediately she hiked her skirt up showing a complete lack of panties and in particular pussy hair. Her cunt lips were already swollen and opening with her erect clit just beginning to poke its head out.

I asked if she was still breast feeding Ramona and when she replied that she was although this week end Ramona would be bottle fed, she suddenly blushed when I asked if anyone else was breast feeding as well. All too quickly she nodded and mentioned Paul's name. I prompted further by saying and anyone else...

Now a bright shade of red an embarrassed Antoinette admitted that since Ramona was born Calen had seen her on numerous times breast feeding his sister and had asked why he could not also enjoy the feeling. So she had ended up allowing Calen to suck her breasts but only after Ramona had been fed. Paul suddenly shot round and said "So that's why some night's you having denied me the chance of sucking your tits!"

Antoinette admitted that some days Calen had sucked her nipples sore and it was on those occasions when Paul was denied.

I ordered Paul to remove the rest of his clothes and then sent him to make me a cup of tea, whilst he was gone I had Antoinette remove the remainder of her clothes and sit on my knee as we talked. Five minutes later Paul returned with my tea and I soon sent him off to fetch two empty glasses. Upon his return I handed on glass back to him and Instructed him to return to the corner and wank his cock off into the glass, I stressed that he should continue to do so until his cock refused to get hard again. Cuckold Paul meekly trotted off to the corner and his hand became a blur as he wanked his cock off. I informed him I wanted to hear him count his climaxes.