Readers please note: This is the fifth part of a series recounting the development of a relationship over some years - it hardly need be said that it will make more sense if read after the earlier chapters. It should also be noted that this story has so far included themes that could be posted under other headings than just 'group sex.' Light bondage, submission and dominance, homosexual activity between male and female couples, anal play and enemas with hints at watersports and some encounters that push the boundaries towards non-consent/reluctance. There is also a fair amount of the sort of partner swapping and voyeurism and submissive material common in the 'loving wives' section. I also tend to write long sentences, because I trust that my readers are capable of understanding them and know how to parse parentheses. I also like zeugma and puns. If any of this disgusts you, you may wish to read no further. I don't want to offend anyone. If not, please read on, and remember, you have been warned...
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By the time we got to Belfast I was ready to die. I probably shouldn't have been driving. I almost collapsed into the spare bed at Mike's house. I slept for hours.
I was woken by Penny, bearing orange juice and coffee, toast with butter and marmalade, and wearing nothing but jewellery, a collar and cuffs and a butt plug. She had been shaved again, although she had a little heart-shaped tuft just above her slit.
The jewellery included clip-on ear-rings attached to her nipples, with matching ones on her ear-lobes. It took me a moment to figure this out, and I decided I quite liked the effect.
"I didn't want to wake you, Master," she said, "but Mistress Tara insisted. She said you would feel better for something to eat and drink."
"Hmmn, well, she may be right," I grumped. Hang-overs make me ungrateful and ungracious.
Of course she was right, and as humanity returned I had more time to look at Penny, and realise that I had not paid much attention to her recently. She had lost a little weight, tightened up a little, and looked generally fitter and she moved more fluidly. She was confident and relaxed, and happy. Which seemed strange, given her adopted low status, but then again, was understandable. She had shed her worries and her inhibitions, and lost her fears and her self doubt. Because of her slavery she was free, and beautiful, and loved, and cherished, and she knew it.
Gratitude and grace bloomed with the blood-sugar, and I became more polite, and more concerned about my companion. We talked about her day. Mike had also crashed out and was now being roused by Tara in the same way as I was attended by Penny. The girls had slept for a couple of hours, but being the stronger sex, had recovered faster than us. They had woken and bathed together, Tara had shaved Penny and given her an enema, and lubed her up and plugged her, before doing her hair and make-up and jewels. I complemented the latter, and asked if they were comfortable.
"They pinch a little, but it isn't sore. And when they swing they are really quite stimulating. I wouldn't want to wear then all the time, but actually they are rather nice. Do you really like the look, Master?"
"Yes. Very pretty."
"Thank you, Master. Mistress Tara says that some girls get them pierced, like ears, so they can wear rings in them all the time. Would you like me to get that done?"
"Good lord, no!" I said, with feeling. The idea of having a needle shoved through her beautiful nipples was horrifying. I could feel my balls contract at the thought, and a slight additional nausea that was not alcohol related.
Penny looked almost disappointed, rather than relieved, and said "But you could buy me secret things to wear. I would have them on me all the time. Tara showed me some photos. They looked quite exciting, Master."
"Really?" I asked, amazed. "Well, I'll have a look, but to be honest I don't think I would like that. I like sucking your nipples very much. Having lumps of metal in the way would be a nuisance."
I reached out and took one of the hanging jewels and pulled it gently towards my mouth. It made her nipple peak up as I drew it towards me and she moaned when I unclipped it and sucked on the hard bud.
I played with her breasts for a while, taking off the other clip and sucking on that nipple as well, and asking her about her adventures of the previous night.
Andy fainting on top of her had given Penny quite a scare, and she was still a bit twitchy about it. But she had enjoyed the rest of the night, and thanked me for displaying her to the others. "I liked that, Master. It is nice to know you think I am worth showing off. And that they can see I am yours."
"You know I had never suspected this exhibitionist streak in you existed. You have blossomed in the last few months. How do you feel about that?"
She paused, and bit her lip. "She was a bit of a prig, wasn't she? The old me. She wanted not to be, but she wouldn't dare. Last night I had beautiful girls kiss me and touch me and I had three men who all wanted me, and looked at me like I was beautiful and desirable. And I enjoyed it. But I do enjoy this, just us, alone."
We kissed and rolled together, getting beneath the covers, and luxuriating in the feel of naked flesh.
It had been ages since we had lain like that, simply kissing and stroking and holding each other. I found myself discovering the hollow of her spine, and the outline of a muscle on her arm. Parts of her I had forgotten, or at least not paid attention to. It was almost like being back in our innocent early days. Except that her pussy was hairless, she had straps on her wrists and ankles, a collar on her neck and the end of a six inch rubber dildo sticking out of her bottom.
Flashes of memory attached themselves to the places I stroked and kissed. Some were erotically charged (Penny kissing Lucy, Penny riding Mike); some were disturbing (Penny in the harness with Andy pouring drink into her, Penny bathing the bite-marks he had left); some were somewhere in between (Penny tied up with Mike taking her anally while Tara used a vibrator on her pussy, Penny bent over in the Student's Union to receive a butt-plug before she went to a lecture).
Despite the intimacy of the moment I found my mind turning to plans for future scenes, ideas about what I could do to her, or get her to do with others. Or just do with others myself. Lucy and Shauna both drifted into my imagination.
I caught myself. I was in bed with the woman I loved, who was nearly naked, and she was clearly in an affectionate and intimate mood. Why was I thinking of the smell of Lucy's neck, or the curve of Shauna's hip? For that matter why was I thinking of seeing Penny in mini-skirt and tee-shirt with her hands tied up to the hook in the ceiling and Mike sticking his cock in her ass? Or having her naked in the back of the car, between Mike and Tara, the two of them fingering her and sucking her tits while I drive them through town and along the motorway?
The power of that fantasy image shocked me. It aroused me as well. A fact that she noticed.
"Hmmn, you must be feeling better," she purred as she pressed her tummy against my erection.
"And how are you?" I asked.
"Well, when Tara was shaving me, and doing all those other things, she played with me but wouldn't let me come. And she made me play with her, which also always gets me turned on. So I would have to say, I'm ready and more than willing, Master."
"Oh good." I said, and pulled her on top of me, gripping her bottom to draw her up so my cock tip was against her pussy, and pushing down on her to enter the soft, warm, slippery depth of her body.
She wriggled her hips to settle me deep inside her, and gave a contented sigh.
I pulled her face down to mine, and we traded kisses, my hips and hers making small circles, my fingers on her back, hers in my hair.
"Oh, Sean, I have missed you there," Penny breathed, her voice full of sincere emotions that I realised I did not understand.
