Seasons of Submission Pt. 04

Seasons of Submission

Part Four of Four - Winter 2002 - A New Year's Resolution

Christmas was upon us; my wife's mother planned to spend it with her elderly parents. They were a four hour drive away so she'd be staying there for several days. Mary would be on her own so Rachel asked her to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with us.

On Christmas Eve, the three of us went to a local pub to enjoy the holiday atmosphere. At about eleven o'clock, feeling very merry, we set off on the short walk home. It was just as well the pub wasn't too far from our house because both my wife and her girlfriend were wearing very high heels. They'd received admiring glances all evening, no surprise there; my wife must have aroused many a cock from its slumber in her tight black minidress, barely black seamed stockings and black stilettos; she'd certainly kept my swollen penis happy.

Mary was less used to flaunting her recently discovered sensuality in public. At first, she looked a little awkward in a tight, red, knee-length pencil-cut dress and stilettos, but as the night wore on and she'd had a couple of glasses of wine, she relaxed and got used to the attention she was getting.

My wife kept a close eye on her girlfriend; Mary was still a little naive in the ways of the world; no one in the pub knew her or recognised her except for an attractive woman in her forties who worked at the local corner shop.

"Hello Mary, it is Mary, isn't it?"

"Yes, hello."

"My God, I don't know what to say, you're an absolute babe; have you any idea how fucking hot you are?"

"I've had a bit of a change of style since my mother died."

"Yes, I was sorry to hear about your mother's death."

"Well, at least she's no longer in pain and suffering."

"Yes, that must be a relief for you."

"It is, I feel free to be my own woman now, to dress how I like and to date who I like."

"Is there a lucky man in the picture?"

"Not a man, no."

Mary's cheeks coloured; she'd unintentionally given the game away.

"I see; let me buy you a drink; we'll go somewhere quiet for a chat."

"Oh, I'm with friends tonight."

"Don't worry, they won't miss you for a few minutes."

The shop assistant's pussy must have been dripping for Mary because just before we left, she managed to lure her into a dark corner in the labyrinth of a pub. She pressed Mary against a wall, fondled her, tried to kiss her and invited her to go home with her. My wife rescued her flustered girlfriend and told Mary's admirer, "Another time maybe".

When we got home, we had a coffee and a small brandy each. My wife sat on the settee with Mary; they laughed about her lucky escape.

"No, but seriously, Mary, you're a very attractive woman, and you're going to get a lot of interest; who wouldn't be interested in a gorgeous single woman like you? If you ever get the chance to go to bed with a woman that you fancy, take it, don't worry about me. It would be very selfish of me to insist on you being faithful when I'm happily married to a husband who takes me whenever he wants me, which is very often as you know."

Mary looked uncomfortable.

"Tell me the truth, would you like to have been picked up by that woman tonight?"

"Well; I did feel flattered; she was an attractive woman, but I wanted to come home with you tonight."

"Right, good, I'm glad you did, but if she tries to seduce you again, let her."

"I will; I think I'm ready to branch out so to speak."

I sat listening to their conversation with a hardening cock; lesbian sex always turned me on; the thought of Mary and the shop assistant hooking up together was a particularly erotic scenario. As I fantasised about it, my wife interrupted my thoughts with a very erotic proposal.

"I always get excited at Christmas; I'm like a kid; I can't wait to open my presents in the morning. But this year, the only present I really want is to have you two in bed with me tonight. Will you do it for me, Mary? You don't have to interact with my gorgeous husband; I'll be in the middle; with you two on either side of me, I want you both to make love to me at the same time; will you do it for me, Mary, please?"

She hadn't had to plead with me; she knew that I'd want to do it; my cock agreed with me.

"Okay, I trust you both; as long as you stay in the middle, I'll do it."

"Oh, God, thank you Mary; I've just got one more request that I hope you'll agree to. I want to undress you both, to unwrap you like Christmas presents, will you let me?"

"Why not; you've been more than kind to me over the last few months; you deserve to be spoiled."

"Shall we go up to bed?" My wife asked with an alluring smile.

She stopped us at the foot of the stairs; she kissed Mary tenderly on the lips while holding my hand, a gesture intended to reassure us both, more for Mary's benefit than mine. Then she let go of my hand, took hold of Mary's and led her upstairs. The sight of two shapely female bodies in tight dresses, seamed stockings and high heels, climbing the stairs hand in hand on their way to a sexual encounter was a sight I will remember for the rest of my life; my wife's dress only just covering her stocking tops; Mary's knee length pencil dress stretched taut around her buttocks and thighs and revealed her suspender straps and fasteners through the material.

In the bedroom, my wife asked her girlfriend to unzip her dress. Mary put one hand on her shoulder and slowly lowered the zip with the other, a manoeuvre they must have practised numerous times in the last couple of months. My wife stepped out of her dress, folded it neatly, put it over the back of a chair, and then asked me to unclip her bra. I obliged; she reached behind and squeezed my hard cock through my trousers as I did so. Next, she unclipped her stockings and removed them together with her stilettos before unclipping and removing her suspender belt. She asked Mary to pull her knickers down. Mary, in her tight red dress, somehow managed to kneel in front of her; she pulled her knickers down slowly and sensuously with her nose almost touching my wife's bush.

My wife helped her up and then Mary stood and watched as Rachel stripped me naked. Mary couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in my underpants; when my wife pulled them down, my cock swayed; stood proud and rock hard at a forty-five-degree angle; Mary blushed furiously.

"Oh, heavens," she exclaimed.

"It's okay Mary; he's got a licence for it."

"I'm sorry; I've led a very sheltered life; the only time I've ever seen one of those before is when a grubby young man flashed his erect penis at me one night as I walked home from work; it wasn't anywhere near as big as that."

"Not many are, but don't worry, he won't let it get anywhere near you... unless you want it to of course."

I knew that Rachel often fucked Mary with a strap-on; she must have had some idea of what it might feel like to have a cock inside her.

Mary's face coloured again, but she didn't reply. My wife moved behind her and unzipped her dress. Mary had to wiggle out of the tight-fitting garment; my wife helped her pull it down and Mary stepped out of it. Now it was my turn to stare; she had a lovely shapely body; she looked very sexy in her stockings, heels and suspenders. My wife slowly removed her items of underwear, one by one, in a very arousing manner. She left her knickers until last; she removed them from behind with her girlfriend facing in my direction so that I could get a good view of her naked body.

Her breasts were beautiful, larger than a handful, perfectly shaped teardrops with dark red nipples and aureola. Her dark pubic hair had been trimmed by my wife; she'd left a landing strip. Just like my wife's pubic hairstyle since she'd started her affair with Mary, it struck me then that it was done as much for practical reasons as aesthetic reasons; for the past two months, these two women had spent hours with their mouths in each other's pussies.

My wife got into bed first; she asked me to open a bottle of champagne and bring it to the bedroom with three glasses. When I returned, Mary had got into bed on her left so I poured the champagne, gave them each a glass and got into bed with mine. It all felt very cosy and right; I was delighted that Mary had agreed to it; she still couldn't take her eyes off my cock even though it was only half erect by then. We soon drank our champagne; I poured us a second glass; when we'd finished that; I attempted to get us down to business. I turned the dimmer switch down so that the bedroom was bathed in a soft low light.

"Darling, we're your Christmas presents, like you asked us to be; you've opened our packaging; how do you want to play with us?

My wife smiled at me, turned toward Mary and kissed her softly; as she was doing so, she reached back and got hold of my cock and manipulated it until it was solid again. I spooned her, kissed her neck and massaged her breasts. She whimpered her arousal into Mary's mouth. My wife reached down between Mary's legs and cupped her pussy, giving it a gentle squeeze. Mary made approving noises; my cock became even harder. Rachel lifted her right knee so I could get access to her pussy from behind; I slid two fingers inside her; she gasped and let out a breath of extreme pleasure.

"Mmmm, Darling, that's wonderful but I want your cock."

I moved in close and lifted her onto me; she sighed erotically as my cock parted her vaginal muscles and I sunk myself into her up to the hilt. I moved my hips in slow gyrations so I was fucking her very slowly. In the meantime, my wife latched onto Mary's left breast and was sucking her nipple; she still had her fingers inside her; she was fucking her slowly with them. My wife was loving the attention from us both.

"This is beyond my wildest dreams; to be fucked by my husband and my girlfriend at the same time is so erotic. Mary please touch me; I want you to touch me."

I felt a bolt of arousal at my wife's words; Mary was about to reach for her girlfriend's pussy while I was still inside her. Mary misjudged, or at least I think it was a misjudgement; she reached under the quilt to search for my wife's clitoris and ended up with her fingertips sliding along my shaft on an inward stroke.

"Oh, heavens, I'm sorry."

"Don't be; you can do that anytime you like."

"My wife sighed and whispered, "Don't be a naughty boy, you'll frighten her."

In the next moment, Mary had found my wife's clit; she began to make her even more aroused. My wife closed her eyes and breathed raggedly; she was on her way to her orgasm. She was still fingering Mary. Mary was beginning to respond with her own journey to orgasm. Her mouth was open; her eyes were half closed; then she suddenly looked directly at me with a lustful intensity; it turned me on; I gradually increased the speed of my thrusting into my wife. With Rachel on the edge of orgasm and my arousal coming to a climax, Mary grasped the base of my cock; I was stunned and highly aroused; my wife realised what was going on and it sent her into orgasmic delight; Mary's knuckles were pressing against her clitoris; she came spectacularly. When she finished, I was still halfway inside her; she realised that Mary was still holding my erect cock.

"Do you want him inside you, Darling?"

"Oh, yes please; I'd love to feel him inside me."

I didn't need a second invitation; I eased myself over my wife's lovely body and held Mary's wrists by the side of her head. My wife took the hint and held my throbbing cock in place so that I could sink it into Mary; she submitted readily.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me please."

It seemed that, although she might have preferred girls, she wasn't completely indifferent to cock.

"Oh, good heavens, oh, yes, oh, yes, that's it. Oh, Rachel, do you mind?"

In response to Mary's question, my wife started to masturbate herself while watching me fuck her girlfriend. We all came within seconds of each other; indeed, we all came again several times during that magical night. Over the next few days, the three of us spent more time together in bed than out of bed; what a way to enjoy the Christmas holiday! Mary became very submissive toward me; she wanted to please me all the time, I think Rachel started to feel a little jealous.

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A couple of days before New Year's Eve, my wife bumped into a neighbour she hadn't seen for a while; the woman had worked in the local shop at one time; my wife asked her casually about the shop assistant who'd tried to seduce Mary on Christmas Eve. What my wife found out was that the shop assistant's name was Helen; she had divorced eighteen months earlier; she was still single; the neighbour had heard a rumour that her marriage ended when her husband found her in bed with a woman.

We'd planned to go the the local pub again on New Year's Eve. My mother-in-law was back from spending Christmas with her elderly parents; she would be accompanying us and would stay overnight, we also invited Mary.

It was an exciting prospect, me with three sexy, attractive women, drinking, dancing, fondling and whispering dirty erotic thoughts to each other. Even more exciting was the thought of who I would end up in bed with; I'd fucked all of them but my money had to be on my mother-in-law; she was almost certain to assert her dominance. In my fantasy, she'd tied up all three of us, fucked me, left me bound and watching her shaft her daughter and then Mary with a strap-on; even I knew that was too much to hope for.

I thought back to April and my wife's letter to me explaining that she wanted to submit to my will and let me have sex with her whenever I wanted it. It had been an act of love, it had strengthened our bond in the bedroom and every other part of our lives. Our sex life, including our fantasies, had been frequent and steamy; she'd taken a girlfriend, something of which I greatly approved and I'd become her mother's submissive.

It was New Year's Eve, we were getting dressed up, and we both sensed something in the air.

"I'm excited about tonight darling, I'm ready for anything, whatever happens, please make sure you fuck me before dawn."

"You can count on it; who else have you got your eye on tonight?"

"That would be telling."

"Well, tell me, I'm your master don't forget."

"Yes master, of course. Well, Mary obviously; that's if she doesn't get swept up by her new admirer, Helen, from the shop."

"Anyone else? You have my permission to shag whoever you like tonight."

"Mmm, well, in that case, I might try to seduce that good-looking estate agent, Marcus, and his very, very attractive wife; she's a doctor; I certainly wouldn't mind being examined by her."

"Good choice; I think we should fantasise about them sometime."

"Who says it's a fantasy?"

"Okay, like I said, you have my permission. As long as you come home with us so that we can see the New Year in together, you can let whoever you like into your knickers tonight."

"You know it's very erotic when you say things like that; I know you mean it; that's what makes it so hot."

"Of course I mean it; we should make it a New Year's resolution for you to have an affair with whomever you choose."

"Mmm, really?"

"Yes, I sense that you won't be able to hold on to Mary for much longer so you should start looking for someone else."

"You'd want it to be a woman, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, I'd insist on it; would you mind?"

"You're not supposed to ask me; you're supposed to tell me remember?"

"Okay then, it's an order; our joint New Year's Resolution is that you will seduce another woman and have an affair with her."

"You know I will do anything, absolutely anything you say."

"Good, because I want you to pay particular attention to your mother tonight."

".... Okay... what kind of attention?"

"Well, we're in public so nothing too outrageous; maybe you could flirt with her a little; no doubt we'll all have plenty to drink; she might be receptive."

".... You want me to flirt with my mother?"

"Yes, I do; I'm getting hard now just thinking about it. I know you said you wouldn't contemplate any sexual activity with her outside our bedroom fantasies, but it would make me a very happy, horny man if you would just make it appear as though you might seduce your mother."

"As long as it's only make-believe and you don't expect me to go through with it?"

"You said anything remember?"

"Yes, but I didn't mean that; she's my mother; I couldn't..."

"You come harder during our mother fantasies than any other time; I think you can suspend disbelief for one night and make me a very, very happy man."

"Okay, I'll do it for your sake."

"Excellent, now let's get dressed and have a good time."

It didn't take me long to get dressed in my smart casual navy blue trousers, pale blue shirt and dark brown jacket. My wife took her time; she was sitting in her black knickers, bra, suspender belt and stockings when I heard my mother-in-law's key in the lock.

"Don't forget what I told you to wear tonight; I'll go and greet your mother."

I made my way downstairs; Susan was in the kitchen helping herself to gin. She was in an expensive burgundy jersey dress that softened her considerably. The dress was knee length, pencil cut and clung to her curves; her shoes were black, four-inch high, stiletto-heeled court shoes. She looked anything but a dominatrix tonight; I wondered what it signified.

"Well, hello you sexy man; I hope you're going to be good for me tonight."

"Of course, aren't I always? Listen before Rachel comes downstairs; I just wanted you to know that she's making a very special effort for you tonight."

"Me? In what way?"

"You'll see; it would be great if you could pay her some attention and say nice things about the way she looks."

"Are you implying that I don't usually do that?"

I didn't reply; I was beginning to think I'd bitten off more than I could chew.

"Well, you may have a point; I realise that I haven't always been the mother that I could have been."

I was saved by the doorbell, it was Mary. She removed her coat and she looked dazzling in a pale blue bodycon dress with matching high heels and nude hold up stockings. Susan looked her up and down; she told her she looked very hot. I told her that we were still waiting for Rachel; I asked her if she wanted a drink.

We were sitting in the lounge drinking when my wife made her entrance. Her mother looked taken aback; Mary said, "Wow, you're such a fox."

My sexy wife looked like a femme fatale; she was wearing a tight, knee-length, black leather skirt with her suspender straps and clips showing in relief. Her pointed toe, black, stiletto court shoes were four and a half inches high; her barely black stockings were seamed. She also wore a black and red leopard-print shirt and a short black leather jacket. Her fulsome breasts jiggled and swayed in her sexy black lace balcony bra; just visible underneath the semi translucent leopard print material.

Her ruby red lips and dark red fingers nails were works of art. She'd done her hair differently, it was up, in a bun; I had to admit that she looked slightly intimidating but very sexy; her mother must have thought so too; she couldn't take her eyes off her.

To reinforce the appearance of authority that her outfit had given her, my wife took charge of proceedings.

"Right, we'd better go now if we want to find a decent table."

We put our coats on and set off to the pub; my wife put her mother's arm in hers and led the way; Mary put her arm through mine; we followed behind.

"You look very hot tonight darling; I think you've outshone me this time."

"Thank you mother; you look pretty hot yourself; as always."

"What inspired you to buy an outfit like that; it makes you look such a temptress?"

"My darling husband bought it for me; he wanted me to impress you."

"Well, you've certainly done that; I've never seen you so looking so much like a seductive femme fatale; it suits you."

"I've learned from the best."

"... Me? Oh, it's nice of you to say so, but I didn't think you were into the dominatrix look."

"There's a lot you don't know about me mother; if you're nice to me I'll let you get to know me better tonight."

"Mmm, yes, I think that might be fun."

"Do you find the prospect enticing?"

"Are you flirting with me?"

"I don't know, am I?"

"I think you are."

"Do you mind?"

"No, as long as you don't go too far."

"How far is too far?"

"I'll let you know if it happens."

"Mmm, I think I'm going to enjoy finding out."

"Jezebel."

"I'll take that as a compliment tonight."

"Good, it was meant as a compliment."

I watched mother and daughter from behind as they walked slowly arm in arm on their towering heels. I hadn't caught every word they'd said but their conversation sounded intimate; my cock twitched at the thought of them kissing each other at midnight; a completely unrealistic fantasy but arousing nevertheless. I gave Mary's hand an affectionate squeeze.

"Are you hoping that your admirer will be there tonight?"

"Yes, to be honest, I am."

"If she is, don't hold back; if you want her I mean."

"I think I do want her."

"Good, if I can be of any help let me know."

We arrived at the pub a little early but it meant that we were able to snuggle in to a curved, upholstered bench seat in an alcove. The seat accommodated the four of us comfortably; from where we had a good view of the bar and dance floor.

We were not regular visitors to the pub so we weren't well known. That worked to our advantage because it meant that we wouldn't be interrupted by lots of friends and neighbours. I bought a round of drinks. My wife was sitting between her mother on her left and Mary on her right; I sat on Mary's right.

The band had been playing for a while; several people were on the small dance floor. Mary rested her left hand nonchalantly on my wife's right thigh; she traced the outline of her suspender clip with her lilac coloured fingernails. The three women talked excitedly; they were there for a good time; my mother-in-law kept glancing down at Mary's hand as it caressed her daughter's thigh. I wondered if she was feeling a little jealous at the sight of her daughter being casually fondled by her girlfriend.

It wasn't long before my mother-in-law placed a proprietorial hand on her daughter's left thigh and asked her to dance. Mary stayed at the table with me and we watched mother and daughter dancing together.

"Didn't you want to go for a dance Mary?"

"No, not yet thanks. I'm happy just to people watch."

"Me too."

Our glasses were empty; I was just about to go to the bar for more drinks when a very sexy looking barmaid came over to collect our empty glasses. She was wearing a crisp white fitted shirt, opaque black hosiery, a tight black miniskirt and black high heels. Mary's cheeks flushed; it was Helen from the local shop.

"Hi Mary, I was hoping you'd be here tonight, are you having fun?"

"H-Hi, a-are you working here tonight?"

"Yes, Darling, either that or I'm in fancy dress," said Helen as she spun around on her heel, "what do you think?"

"I, er, I think you look amazing."

"Good, so do you; I love the dress. I'm working tonight because I'm being paid double time but I'll be finished by twelve-thirty."

I excused myself and went to the bar to give them a moment together to make their plans. It was obvious they were dripping with desire for each other.

By the time I'd got back to the table with the drinks, Helen had moved on to collect glasses from the other tables; Mary was right, she did look amazing; I made a mental note to add her to my bedtime fantasies with my wife; and my private fantasies when I had sex with myself."

"Everything okay," I asked Mary.

"Yes, we've arranged to meet at my place when she finishes here."

"Great, I'll be thinking of you both; only dirty thoughts of course."

Mary smiled and blushed again; her complete lack of guile was endearing; I felt a sense of pride that mine was the first man's cock that she ever allowed into her lovely tight vagina.

My wife and mother-in-law returned from the dance floor; they were both laughing and slightly breathless; their breasts heaving slightly. This time, my mother-in-law and her daughter's rested a hand on each other's thighs. In one sense it looked like innocent affection; in my imagination it was as erotic as hell. After a few minutes they linked arms and held hands; I'd never seen them so tactile and at ease with each other. My mother-in-law in particular seemed to be in a mellow, contented mood; her attention was focused on her daughter.

After we'd finished our second round of drinks, my mother-in-law and Mary went to the bar and I danced with my wife. We danced closely together so that we could speak to each other.

"So, how's the great seduction going?"

"What seduction?"

"You and your mother."

"Whoa, easy tiger, you asked me to flirt with her, that was all, no one is being seduced."

"That's not what it looks like to me."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never seen you so attentive to each other; coy little smiles, holding hands, touching each other's thighs; it looks pretty hot to me. Don't pretend that you're not enjoying yourselves."

"She's told me that she wants to watch you fucking me later."

"Wow, that's not her usual style."

"I'm getting the impression she doesn't want to be the Dom tonight."

"Mmm, that's interesting; do you think she might want to join in?"

"Maybe, I'm happy to watch you with her but I'm not having a threesome with my own mother."

"Why not; you don't mind her fucking you in our fantasies; you can't get enough of that just lately."

"That's fantasy and that's where it must stay."

"I don't believe you; I think secretly you'd love your mother to fuck you."

My wife didn't reply, she looked as though what I had said had flustered her a little; still, we both knew that one of the few limits to my domination over her was that I would never force her to go to bed with anyone else against her will.

The music went upbeat and we danced to a couple more numbers then returned to our table. My mother-in-law pressed herself back against the curved bench seat to let her daughter get past her; just as she was doing so, my wife lost her balance and fell back onto her mother's lap; they both laughed and pretended that it had been deliberate.

I couldn't help noticing that Susan gave her daughter's thighs a squeeze and a stroke; and then she ran her fingers over her daughter's suspender straps and gave her a kiss behind her ear. All of this was disguised as playful fun but I caught my wife's bashful eyes momentarily; in that moment I knew that if her mother was to make a move on her, she'd find it hard to resist.

"It's a long time since you sat on your mummy's knee darling," joked my mother-in-law, "here let me give my big girl a cuddle."

With my wife still on her mother's knee; my mother-in-law squeezed her daughter's waist tightly, her hands making contact with the underside of her breasts, and she kissed her cheek and behind her ear once more. My wife's nipples looked solid and large, protruding against her bra and blouse. Mary joined in the laughter, but she hadn't picked up on the incestuous vibe like I had.

We laughed, chatted and people watched, and Mary bought another round of drinks. She confided in my wife that she had a date with Helen later on. My wife was pleased at her news and they both went back onto the dance floor where they were quickly spotted by two good looking men in their early twenties. The danced with them for several numbers and my mother-in-law and I chatted while we watched them.

"Your wife is a very attractive woman," said my mother-in-law, "she could have her pick of the men here tonight."

"Definitely, you too I'm sure."

"It's very kind of you to say so but I'm not as young as I was."

""You're still the most gorgeous woman here tonight; with the exception of your beautiful daughter."

We'd both had a few drinks and our conversation quickly turned to sex; we were quite uninhibited with each other.

"Mary and her barmaid friend are not too shabby either. I'd happily fuck either of them."

"And they you I'm sure. Have you had many women?"

"You've become very bold tonight."

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to pry or offend you in any way."

"Oh, stop it, I'm not in a dominating mood tonight, you're quite safe."

"Good, I'd love to be on top for once, will you allow me?"

"I might, and yes, to answer your question, I've had a few women in the past. Years ago when Rachel was at primary school; my pretty next door neighbour and I fucked each other's brains out for a while; it was so intense; we used to fuck all day long, at least once a week, while our daughters were at school."

"What brought it to an end?"

"Her husband found out; they moved to the other side of town; we still met up occasionally to gave each other a good seeing to; it was some of the best sex I've ever had."

"Has Mary told you that she won't be coming home with us; she's got a hot date with her barmaid?"

"Yes, so I gather; I wouldn't mind bringing those two to heel, imagine the fun I could have."

"Oh, I can, easily; I'd love to watch you do it; handcuffs or bondage rope?"

"Neither, I'd use their stockings to tie them up with their faces in each other's pussies; and then I'd watch them lap up their milk."

My cock started to go rigid at the thought of watching my mother-in-law subjugate Mary and Helen. But I needed to introduce the topic of my wife to our dirty conversation.

"What about Rachel?"

"What about her? You're not expecting me to tie her up as well? "

"Not exactly, although it's an interesting thought."

"Well stop thinking it."

"Okay, I only meant what about tonight; if you and I end up in bed together, we'll need to think of her needs, I mean..."

"You want her to join in don't you?"

"No, well yes, but... we've been close to it before, she came when you made her lie on the bed next to us while you fucked me."

"Did she, the dirty little cow, I had no idea."

"You'd be surprised at what your mild mannered, sweet natured daughter is turned on by; we fantasise about you from time to time."

"In way way exactly?"

Right there at the table, with her daughter on the dance floor, I told my mother-in-law the fantasy of her sliding into her daughter's bed the night before her wedding and fondling her in her sleep until she woke her up and they fucked each other long and hard. She listened intently and I could tell that she was incredibly aroused by it; her nipples set hard and she squeezed her thighs together. When I'd finished, she looked like a woman in urgent need of an orgasm.

"Fuck, that was incredible; I'm wet now; come and fuck me in the toilets."

"I will if you'll tell me whether you've ever fantasised about fucking your daughter... Well?"

She looked very aroused and more than a little guilty.

"Okay, yes, yes I have, you've made confess; now fuck me, please."

I was astounded on two counts: firstly, my mother-in-law had just confessed to incestuous thoughts about her daughter and, secondly, she'd pleaded with me; her hard woman act was nowhere to be seen. I followed her to the woman's toilets and stood outside while she checked the cubicles.

"All clear, come on, quickly."

She almost dragged me into a cubicle, hitched her jersey dress up to her waist and watched me unbuckle my belt and drop my trousers around my ankles. She looked inviting with a damp triangle of lace knicker material covering her manicured pussy, it was framed by her suspender belt, straps and stocking tops; I was hard and throbbing.

"Put your gorgeous cock inside me, hurry before anyone comes in."

She opened her legs wide; in her high heels she was just the right height to take my swollen member. I slid into her; she gasped and started to gyrate her hips. I'd never been able to thrust into her before, she'd always been the one on top and in control. Now I took my chance, I backed her against the cubicle wall and fucked her hard; her body was jolted by my thrusting. She groaned loudly and murmured her daughter's name into my ear.

"Oh, Rachel, oh fuck."

My fantasy had stirred her pussy so much; she was halfway there before I entered her. I was in the same state; I'd thrusted at her only a dozen times; we were both beyond the point of no return when the door to the ladies toilet opened and two young women came in chatting to each other.

"Don't stop, oh, God, don't stop."

I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to; my wife's name resounded in my ear; the thought of my mother-in-law fucking my wife made me decorate her cunt with my ejaculate. She came with me; neither of us quietly. We heard one of the young women say that someone must be having sex; then a clatter of high heels as they hurried out of the toilets. There was no time to enjoy the lingering afterglow; my mother-in-law pulled a small pack of tissues from her handbag and passed one to me to wipe my rapidly softening dick; she wiped her pussy and we threw the tissues into the toilet bowl and flushed.

I left quickly and made straight for the men's toilets where I washed my hands before making my way back to our table. When I got there, my mother-in-law was already sitting next to her daughter looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Helen the barmaid was distracting Mary so I slid into the seat next to my wife.

"Are you having fun?" I asked her.

"Yes, I'm having a great time, I've been asked out by a twenty-two year old; he told me I was really hot and he'd like to get to know me better."

"What did you say?"

"I told him to come back when he's grown out of short trousers."

I was relieved; she didn't seem to have missed us. My mother-in-law looked relived too; she was resting a hand on her daughter's thigh; she made eye contact with me and gave me a knowing look.

It was twenty minutes to midnight; my wife and Mary went to the bar to get our last round of drinks in. I took advantage of their absence from the table to speak to my mother-in-law.

"Did she ask you where we'd been?"

"Yes, but I just said that I'd been to the toilet; I assumed you must have been talking to someone."

"Good, how are you feeling about a threesome with her now?"

"No chance; your fantasy was deeply erotic and wonderfully depraved; you must have noticed that it made me come," she smirked, "I'll be able to make use of it with my vibrator; I want you to tell me more of them but that's as far as it will go. If you're good and you continue to turn me on with your fantasies, I might lay off the domination sessions for a while."

"I take it that you'd like you and your daughter to feature prominently in these fantasies?"

"Yes, I must admit that Rachel is a sexually attractive woman; if she wasn't my daughter, I'd have had her by now. See her now at the bar; she's a complete fox; she must keep you hard just looking at her."

"She does; that and knowing that I can bend her over the dining table whenever I feel the need."

"Which, she tells me, is quite often."

"I don't deny it, but don't change the subject; I know you want her; I've seen the look in your eyes."

She didn't reply; Rachel was making her way back to the table with the drinks. I smiled inwardly; they were both very turned on at the prospect of incestuous sex and both in denial about it. I had watched each of them in orgasmic frenzy at the thought of going to bed with the other; in the right circumstances, I was sure that they would find the idea irresistible. I wanted the right circumstances to be tonight.

The last round of drinks were spirits; we downed them quickly and took to the dance floor. After counting down the New Year, firing off streamers and kissing each other, we all linked arms and sang Auld Lang Syne. I'd noticed that my wife and mother-in-law had hugged, paused for a moment as if they were unsure of what to do and had then given each other a lingering kiss on the lips. The kiss only lasted for two or three seconds but it was loaded with sexual tension. My cock liked what I'd seen.

At around a quarter past midnight, my wife, my mother-in-law and I set off for home. We walked arm in arm back to the house, their stilettos resounding on the flagstone pavement. It was a clear, cold night; the stars were out; Christmas decorations twinkled magically from the buildings we passed on our short journey. Within ten minutes, we'd arrived back at the house.

Mary had stayed on at the pub to wait for Helen to finish her shift; she would have her first orgasm of the night in her hallway, pressed up against her bannister, with her dress on the floor at her feet and Helen's mouth between her thighs.

I lit the fire in the hearth that I had set before we'd gone to the pub. It soon took hold and, together with the Christmas tree lights, bathed the room in a soft, warm glow, just the effect I had hoped for. My wife got the brandy out and poured three glasses; my mother-in-law draped herself sensually over one of the settees; she crossed her shapely, stocking-clad legs; they looked long and lithe in their pointed-toe stilettos. In her half-reclined position, I could see the underside of one of her thighs with its stocking welt pulled taut by a suspender strap; the sight made my cock tingle.

I sat on the other settee, opposite my mother-in-law; there was a large rectangular glass-topped coffee table between us. My wife put the brandy glasses on the coffee table and sat next to me. She crossed her legs too; she looked stunningly sexy in her knee-length leather skirt. We all took a sip of our drinks and said very little; the sexual tension was immense.

Before she'd arrived several hours ago, I had expected my mother-in-law to take control and instruct my wife to tie me up so that she could pleasure herself with me. But there was something different about her tonight; the stoney-faced severity, that usually made me submit, was absent. She had been almost friendly; her appearance was softer and I'd seen a feminine side to her that I'd never seen before. She had been teasing, playful and flirtatious with her daughter; she'd touched her thighs, squeezed her waist and kissed her cheek and neck. All of this had been done either surreptitiously or under the guise of light-hearted fun; either way, I had noticed the sexual desire in her eyes.

She had become uncontrollably aroused when I whispered my fantasy of her slipping into her daughter's bed on the night before her wedding. In fact, for the past two weeks, since I first told the fantasy to my wife, she had been begging me to tell it to her again and again. I took another sip of brandy and reflected on the fact that I had unlocked my wife and my mother-in-law's latent sexual desire for each other. It must always have been there; I'd seen it in my mother-in-law's eyes when she'd made her daughter sit on the stairs and remove her stockings; I'd seen it in my wife's eyes when her mother had made her lie next to us on the bed while she fucked me and my wife touched herself.

Yet still I wondered if they were in denial; I pressed them further on the subject.

"Well, that was an interesting evening; I enjoyed watching you flirt with each other; it was very arousing."

"You're a very naughty man; I think you've been trying to set us up all evening," my mother-in-law said with a salacious smile.

"He wanted me to flirt with you," said my wife with a nervous smile.

"And did it give you any pleasure, my Darling?"

My wife blushed and avoided eye contact with her mother.

"I think it did, more than she's prepared to admit," I said.

"Who wouldn't want to have flirtatious fun with my daughter; look at her, she's an enticing woman and I'm very proud of her."

A tear came to my wife's eye; she looked as though she wanted to surrender herself to her mother.

"I enjoyed watching your lingering kiss at midnight; if you'd been alone there's no telling where it would have ended."

"My daughter has sweet, soft lips; she's very kissable."

My wife stayed silent but highly attuned to the erotic atmosphere in the room as I continued the conversation with her mother.

"Would you like to kiss her again now?"

"You know I would; so would you."

"I don't deny it."

"You've been hoping to get both of us into bed with you all evening; the idea of it has got you very aroused; in fact, I suspect you've been planning it for a while."

"You were pretty turned on yourself when I told you my fantasy about you and your daughter fucking on the night before her wedding."

My wife stayed silent but she looked at me with wide eyes and her nipples set hard.

"Mmm, that was a delicious tale, don't you think, Darling?" My mother-in-law said as she turned to look at my wife.

"God, yes, but I didn't know he'd told..."

"Don't worry, Darling, it's out in the open now; I'll let you into a little secret; when he whispered his dirty fantasy to me; while you were on the dance floor, I got so steamed up that I had to have him fuck me in a toilet cubicle."

"Oh, my goodness me, Mother, did anyone see you?"

"No, but never mind that. Tell me that you didn't enjoy your husband's fantasy and I'll go to bed on my own."

It was a profound moment; a jolt of arousal passed through my loins; my mother-in-law had practically invited herself into her daughter's bed. My wife blushed again and placed her hands on her knees. We both took her continued silence as acquiescence.

"So who gets to do what to whom?" I asked.

"Let's not beat about the bush, we both want my daughter's sweet pussy."

"Agreed, so how do we decide who gets her?"

"Rachel, Darling, fetch me a pack of cards," said my mother-in-law.

We both watched her in her tight leather skirt and heels as she crossed the lounge to open a drawer and take out the cards. She turned and walked back to the two settees; her stride slow and measured, stiletto heels sounding on the wooden floor; she was enjoying the prospect of being a prize in a card game. She handed the cards to her mother. Susan shuffled the deck and placed it between us.

"We're going to cut the cards for her. Aces high, whoever wins takes her to bed; and just to spice things up, the loser has to masturbate in front of the winner and Rachel."

"Does the loser get to watch?"

"If he likes," she said pointedly.

"Okay, agreed."

The sexual tension was almost unbearable. My wife looked at us as though she couldn't decide who to hope for, but I knew exactly the outcome she wanted and so did she; she'd seduced us both and she knew it. Her mother reached for the deck and cut it about halfway down; she turned the bottom card to face me; it was the jack of diamonds. I leaned forward, cut the remaining pack and looked at my card; it was an ace; I knew what I had to do; I put the cards back down on the deck without showing the card I'd turned up.

"Seven of spades, you win."

Neither my wife nor her mother asked to see my card; we were all complicit in the deception.

"Darling, if you don't want to go through with this, now's the time to say so."

"I've wanted this for a very long time Mother."

"Good, undress your husband, he's going to provide us with some entertainment before I take you to bed."

I tried to feign disappointment at losing out to my mother-in-law in bedding my wife but, the moment she pulled my trousers down, there was no doubt about how intensely aroused I was. My cock felt bigger than ever; when she slowly removed my underwear it stood hard and erect in her hand; I could see the desire in their lascivious faces.

"Come and sit next to me, Darling, and we'll watch your husband spill his load at the thought of what I'm going to do with you."

My wife got up from the settee we were both sitting on and moved gracefully in her heels and tight skirt around the coffee table to sit with her mother. She had to pass between the table edge and her mother; the gap was narrow; she raised her hands for balance as she moved daintily through the gap. Her mother steadied her by holding her by her hips and guiding her down onto the seat next to her; it was another erotic moment to savour.

She sat back against her mother; Susan put her left arm around her daughter's waist and her right hand on the crook of her right elbow. I sat on the edge of my settee and opened my legs; I took hold of my rock-hard cock and levered it down until it was almost horizontal and pointing at mother and daughter. Slowly and deliberately, with my eyes fixed on them both, I stroked the shaft with my thumb on top and my fingers underneath. I hardly needed to make any contact with my member; it was the lightest of touches; still, it felt like I might come any second.

I grunted through open lips; if I didn't do something to prevent it, I was going to come too early and spoil the moment. It didn't help that my wife's eyes were glued to my bulging penis; she sighed; her mother's left hand cupped her left breast, her fingers squeezed the nipple. My wife gasped and reached for the hem of her mother's dress. Her mother's knees parted slightly; my wife pulled the hem of the stretch fabric upwards and revealed her mother's stocking tops. My loins were on fire; I grasped my erection and squeezed hard in an attempt to stop myself from coming just yet. It worked, I felt the spasms of a tiny orgasm in my perineum but I'd managed to prevent an ejaculation.

I watched in wonder as my mother-in-law cupped her daughter's breasts and tweaked her nipples. I could see the fullness of her breasts moving beneath the fine material of the red leopard pattern shirt; I'd never seen them looking so lovely as they did at that moment in her mother's hands. None of this did anything to decrease my ardour, nor did it help when my wife, still leaning back against her mother, managed to slip her fingers between her thighs in her search for her mother's pussy.

My mother-in-law kissed her daughter's neck and continued to squeeze her breasts for several more minutes. My wife groaned and writhed with pleasure; her half-closed eyes met mine; they were full of wanton, lustful, depraved desire; she half-smiled at me and then lost herself in erotic pleasure once more. With my mother-in-law still massaging my wife's tits and my wife's hand within inches of her mother's damp knicker gusset, I couldn't hold out any longer.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to come."

They both watched transfixed as I pumped my cock, came loudly and shot strands of come onto the glass-topped coffee table.

"Fuck, Mother, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen," breathed my wife; her breasts still cupped by her mother's hands.

"Hmmm, it's certainly got me going, but not as much as you have, Darling, come, it's time we went to bed."

They stood up and my mother-in-law led her daughter to the our bedroom.

"You'd better find a damp cloth and clean that up," said my mother-in-law with a smirk, "then you can come and watch me make love to your wife."

"I'll be watching you make love to your daughter."

"Mmmm, you're right; that does sound much more immoral and depraved, don't you think so Darling?"

"Yes, mother."

They set off hand in hand; I watched their beautiful shapely buttocks sway seductively as they climbed the stairs together; my mother-in-law's hand resting proprietorially on her daughter's arse. Then I went into the kitchen to find a damp cloth, at the same time taking the opportunity to switch the central heating back on so that they didn't feel the need to disappear beneath the quilt to keep themselves warm.

By the time I got upstairs, they were leaning against the wardrobe doors, in just their shoes and underwear, kissing lustfully. I watched my mother-in-law's hand disappear inside the waistband of her daughter's knickers; my wife moaned loudly and struggled to stay upright. I reached behind the bedroom door for my dressing gown, put it on and sat on the small armchair in the corner of the room playing with myself; I was hard again; just the gentle stroking of my penis was enough to keep me pleasure rapt while I watched the incestuous scenes unfolding before my eyes.

They removed their bras and peeled off each other's knickers very slowly and sensually. In just their stilettos, stockings and suspenders, they lay down side by side on the bed and kissed each other with a tenderness that only a mother and daughter could achieve. Their hands explored each other's bodies with soft caresses; fingertips traced circles around nipples, lingered teasingly adjacent to the edges of wet pussies and explored each other's mouths with delicate probing.

It was mesmerising and highly erotic to watch; I had to let go of my erection from time to time to avoid coming before I was ready. Twenty minutes passed in this dreamlike state, they didn't speak a word to each other; they communicated by the touch and feel of their fingers and lips. Soft skin lay against soft skin, mother and daughter on the edge of sexual bliss. Then I heard my wife murmur a teasing, flirtatious question into her mother's ear.

"Have I gone too far with you now, Mother?"

"Yes, you clever girl; you can go as far as you like."

"I'm ready for you to take me now."

"Oh, God, I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you now, Darling."

"Then take me, Mother, make me come."

"I will, Darling, savour this moment; you're going to have the orgasm of your life."

"Oh, my darling mother, I would love to have been taken by you on the night before my wedding; I would have given anything for that to happen, for you to slide into bed with me and finger my pussy while I slept."

"Fuck, Rachel darling, do you know how badly I wanted to have you in your wedding dress; on your wedding day?"

"Oh, God, Mother, that's so hot."

"It's true; I wanted to be the first person to fuck you as a married woman. It was an impossible thing to want but I wanted it so badly."

"I would have let you, if I had known I would have let you fuck me in my wedding dress but you seemed so cool and collected, so distant."

"How else was I to deal with my rampant desire to fuck my own daughter, how else could I deal with the urges that I've had for you over the years?"

"I had no idea, oh, Mother, I had no idea; I used to dream of being seduced by you; I would have let you seduce me, even on my wedding day I would have surrendered to you and your desires; I would have let you whip me as you did to my father; oh, God, I wanted you to whip me so much. Once, when I was eighteen and I found your riding crop I fucked myself with the handle while lying on your bed; I even held your used knickers to my nose; the scent of your pussy was so fragrant "

"Jesus! Do you mean it? Is all of that true?"

"Yes, yes it's true, I love you so much and I want you to fuck me."

"Kiss me, my Darling girl."

My wife's mother eased herself on top of her daughter and ground her mound into her; they kissed fervently while I wiped come from my abdomen with a tissue; their lustful, incestuous verbal exchange had got the better of me.

My mother-in-law took her daughter's nipples into her mouth, one at a time. My wife gasped; she started breathing raggedly; her mother treated her breasts to an erotic licking and sucking before moving the tip of her tongue slowly down her torso until she reached her abdomen. At the same time, she teased the fringes of her daughter's pussy with light touches of her fingertips. My wife emitted soft groans and murmurs; she was in ecstasy; her mother's tongue reached her naval, it aroused her even more; she looked at the top of her mother's head between her thighs and let out a long sigh of pleasure.

My cock was still hard, I started to fondle myself again. I wanted my mother-in-law's tongue to reach its destination almost as much as my wife did. She didn't disappoint; her long wet tongue left my wife's naval behind and made its slippery progress down her abdomen towards her vulva. Her breasts were heaving; she groaned loudly; her mother paused at the top of her gash; teased her fingers around her manicured bush and then delicately touched the tip of her tongue against her clitoris. My wife squealed with delight and opened her legs wide; her mother's mouth took full possession of her cunt; she slid her tongue around every fold and rise of her daughter's perfect pink pussy. The sight of my mother-in-law going down on her daughter made my cock swell and strain; it wanted pussy as well.

My wife arched her back and took a long and consummate licking from her mother; her dexterous tongue probed every nook and cranny before snaking up inside her vagina. She was highly aroused; her body was like a coiled spring. After forcing her tongue inside her daughter and bringing her to the edge of orgasm, my mother-in-law finished her off. She started to probe her daughter's clitoris with her tongue and she slipped her long middle finger into her cunt; she found her sensitive spot immediately and teased it with the tip of her finger.

There was no going back for either of them now; their incest was complete; my wife's fingers grasped fistfuls quilt; her head turned from side to side; her body juddered; she screamed her orgasm into the room; her mother had made her come; and come she did; long and hard. It was a wild feral orgasm. When it eventually subsided, her mother kissed her with pussy juice-coated lips, turned to me with lustful eyes and said, "Fuck her."

I threw off my dressing gown and, without hesitation, lay between my wife's legs and slowly prised her cunt walls open with my hard cock. She was as wet as fuck; her arms clung to my neck, her legs to my waist; I gave her a good fucking. I'd already come twice in the last hour or so; that was no obstacle to achieving orgasm for a third time. My wife was still so full of incestuous fervour that she came twice; she was almost delirious with lust when her mother joined us on the bed and instructed us to fuck her.

My mother-in-law laid on her back, opened her legs, placed her daughter's hand on my still-hard cock and told her to put me inside her. It felt beyond erotic as my wife fed my hard penis into her mother's cunt. When she'd done so, her mother told her to lay next to her and finger her clitoris while I fucked her. It was an extraordinary sight; me on top of my mother-in-law; inside her; fucking her rhythmically; whilst her daughter kissed her and slid her hand between our abdomens to massage her mother's clitoris.

She told us not to rush; we fucked her slowly for a long time as she kissed her daughter and murmured declarations of erotic love into her ear. When she did eventually come it was with colossal force and it lasted for almost a minute.

We laid together in the afterglow of our orgasms.

"Do you love what your just mother did to you, Darling?"

"Yes, Mother, I want you to do it again."

"I will, Darling, I will."

"I was telling the truth you know; I really have fantasised about you disciplining me for years. Will you allow me to submit to you? Will you tell me I've disappointed you like you used to tell my father?"

"Yes, I will, but not here; it will only work if we do it in my bedroom."

"But will you promise to punish me and make me come?"

"Of course."

"And will you still make my gorgeous husband submit to you from time to time?"

"Yes, he knows I will," she said as she turned to look at me with playful severity.

"So we can have submissive sex with you at your house and loving sex with you here?"

"Yes, that's a good idea; we'll all know where we are then."

After our exertions, I was very tired. My wife and her mother, on the other hand, were just getting started. I retired to the guest bedroom and listened to them coming simultaneously before I fell into a deep satisfying sleep. I awoke at about ten o'clock to the sound of them coming again, goodness knows whether they had slept at all.

They spent the whole of New Year's Day in bed together; I masturbated quietly downstairs, several times. We were all back at work the next day so my mother-in-law fucked her daughter one last time around midnight and set off for home. My wife had made start in fulfilling our New Year's Resolution and would continue her sexual affair with her mother well into the future. They would go on romantic dates together and treat each other like lovers rather than mother and daughter.

Our new three-way sexual arrangement worked well; we submitted to my mother-in-law at her house, she dropped her dominatrix persona at our house; Rachel still submitted to sex on demand with me. The secret, taboo nature of my wife's affair with her mother turned all three of us on enormously. Sometimes, when they made love, I told them fantasies of what could have happened between them years earlier if only they had known about their lust for each other.

I watched them frequently over the next few years with their limbs entangled as they probed each other's wet cunts with their fingers and strap-on dildos. Even though they were mother and daughter, it felt natural that two such shapely, enticing, seductive women should be sexually aroused by each other and locked together in lustful, pleasure-giving.

I couldn't help thinking that my wife, on the face of it, the most submissive person in our incestuous love triangle, was the one with the most power, even though she appeared not to be; odd really when you looked at it that way. Her seduction of her mother and me had been effortless.