Chapter Twenty Three - Mede Manor - Part Two
"My Mistress tells me that you both have a present for me Master," I said to Jackson as I entered the shower where he was washing his dark brown body to freshen up for the night of celebrations ahead.
"Hey cj!" he exclaimed - without answering my implied question "did she tell you to come and help me get ready for tonight too?"
"Yes Master!" I replied, now feeling more and more at ease with referring to my Wife's Lover in that way. And why wouldn't I? It was just a few hours before, back in my own house, that I had declared my total submission to him and my Wife Elaine, and as proof I had taken his large manhood in my mouth and pleasured him to demonstrate that I was the type of cuckold who should be totally obedient to his Master.
'Isn't it odd that so much sexual pleasure can be gained from the heady mixture of nakedness and hot water,' I thought as I stepped in under the rain of warm and cleansing water. Grabbing a piece of soap from the rack, and without asking I immediately knelt down before my Master and lathered up the small, slippery and perfumed bar. Unprompted, I immediately started to wash his feet in what I hoped was a display of my subservience, making sure that I kept my gaze downwards in deference to him.
"You are truly getting the idea of all this aren't you cj," said Master quietly as I lifted myself up and washed his calves and strong thighs as his member swung just millimetres from my nose.
"I think so too Master," I replied, without pausing in my work, "and if you would like to turn about I shall wash your back and your bottom now." He complied with my request and very soon my hands were rubbing slippery soap all over his back and his hard arse cheeks.
I turned him about again and commenced to do the same to his chest and his hard 'six pack' stomach muscles, making sure that every part of the surface of his body was clean. Looking down at his manhood and heavy balls, I asked, "Do you want me to wash you down there Master?"
"Of course cj!" he replied, "but we don't have time for fun and games. We have a little celebration to attend in just under an hour. Just a gentle wash will do."
I was neither relieved or disappointed that he only wanted to be cleaned 'down there' but I still experienced that little frisson of guilt that I, as a formerly happily married man, was now content to wash the sexual organs of the man who was now fucking my Wife. That 'little frisson' inevitably transferred itself to my consciousness at the very moment that my hands closed around his member and I felt the soft warmth of his flaccid cock; and in consequence my own 'little chap' started to fill out the black penis restraint that I had kept on whilst in the shower. 'Am I turning gay?'
Master said very little as I quickly lathered his soft fleshy organ but he did notice that my little restraint had suddenly assumed a new position on my groin. "You know that's quite normal for cuckolds," he remarked as I sprayed water from the shower head onto his groin in order to rinse off the soap.
"What is Master?"
"Most hubbies who have gone down your road of submission have little erections when intimately serving their Masters," he said nonchalantly, "but it doesn't mean that they have become gay."
'Fuck! He's reading my mind again. How does he do that?'
"Really Master!" I said with fake nonchalance, because I wanted to hear more without seeming too eager.
"But I guess that you were thinking that already," he responded, "you being a bit of a philosopher and everything."
'Fuck!'
"No Master," I lied. "And me a philosopher? I don't think so!"
Master stepped out of the shower, took a towel from a nearby shelf and started to dry himself. Looking up from drying his crotch he replied, "Of course you are cj. Just think about it. Within the space of six days you have gone from husband to cuckold without any major upsets to any of us. Apart from your little ladyboyfriend Alana when you told her that you wouldn't give her away at her cuckold wedding tomorrow."
"Alana is not my Girlfriend, or Boyfriend for that matter," I responded quickly as I unfastened my restraint with the key that Master had silently presented to me just seconds before, "He is my best friend."
"Maybe so cj," he replied, "but you don't get here so quickly and so profoundly without a strong sense of the philosophical. And that is why your Wife and I think that we are so lucky to have you as our cuckold. You are special!"
"Special? I don't think so." I replied, not knowing if I had just been complimented or insulted.
"Oh and another thing cj," he said before I could continue with my counter argument, "once you have washed yourself and your restraint, put it back on. John did tell you about the rule for cuckolds here didn't he?"
"Of course Master!"
The room fell silent for a few minutes as we both went about our ablutions only to be interrupted by the loud voice of my Wife Elaine (Mistress) from the bedroom of the suite. "While you two men are philosophizing our guests are starting to arrive."
"Our guests?" I asked Master as I snapped the lock closed on my little restraint and handed him his key.
