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"Bill offered Evelyn to be fucked by a bunch of strangers in a restaurant?" Marcia said. "Our Bill, Evelyn's husband."
"Who else could afford to pay over $60,000 to buy the fucking restaurant for one stinking night?" I said.
"Master seems to have accepted some of the rules Scott has set for his slaves," Evelyn said. "He told Whore he wouldn't make her do anything he didn't make his wife do, so if he was to humiliate her in this way, he needed to offer me in the same way. That as long as my fucking is done with his permission under his control, he's willing to allow it. It's not that strange. Sam is allowing you to fuck other people too now."
"People Sam knows and trusts, not a bunch of strangers., which right now, is exactly two people."
"Bill was there," I said. "The driver/bodyguard, Robert, was there. Chen and I were there. People he does trust. He wouldn't have thrown her to the wolves by themselves. He was there to make sure things didn't get out of hand. His threats were pretty effective too. He said if anyone did something stupid, he'd buy the restaurant and burn it down to the ground with the offending parties in it. Everyone believed him. I believed him. Bill seems like a mild mannered guy, but don't piss him off or you'll find out how not mild mannered he is."
"And you don't mind Julia fucking a bunch of strangers? These are not people she'd fucked before like at your ceremony."
"I mind, and I don't, and I know that's a contradiction, but I'll likely always feel something negative when she fucks anyone other than myself and I don't care who it is, Bill, Sam, my poker buddies, whoever. I don't believe I'm wired to not care. But I can get used to it; to not feel as much. You know how much Julia's done for me. You're one of the presents she's helped arrange. Lisa, Rhonda, Lucia, Zoe, Dawn, Reneé, Janet, even my fucking sister, in that weird way California allows. The list feels endless. She has surrendered her own feelings about my fucking others completely. She is the most submissive person I know. There isn't one thing she wouldn't give me because I'm her beloved Master. If she can be the perfect submissive, I feel I should be, at the very least, a more generous Master. Knowing how much she enjoys sex, enjoys the fantasy of more than one person fucking her, I'm going to give it to her, even if I suffer a little in the process. I told someone recently I suffered when I shared her and suffered when I didn't, and I'd much rather my suffering come from generosity towards her instead of my own selfishness. Yeah, strangers fucking her was different. I wasn't crazy about it, but she enjoyed it so much. I don't want to take that away from her."
"If you offered Julia, why not Lisa?" Marcia asked, still trying to wrap her head around it.
"Trying to get pregnant, and not with random strangers. Her cunt if off limits for the present. She'll be open for business again when she's pregnant or no longer trying. Like Bill, I'm trying to treat my slaves the same."
"I don't know," Marcia said. "I'm having trouble understanding your viewpoint."
"Evelyn, was it exciting to you to be fucked by random strangers, knowing your Master found it acceptable to do so? Did you cum often?"
"The whole evening was tremendously exciting. Dining in a restaurant, nude, knowing people were seeing you so, knowing he had something planned, but not what. When I finally knew that I'd be serving as a gratuity for the staff and all the people who'd been waiting on me, would now be fucking me. I climaxed like crazy, knowing I was safe, but had all these different cocks in me. It was the same for the poker game. Knowing I was to be sold and not knowing who would own me or what they'd want. Knowing it was all under the control and will of my Master. I was glad you bought me, sir, because I did know you, but still, it could have gone many ways, based only upon the luck of the cards and skill of the players."
"Let me ask you this, Marcia. If you could, periodically, fuck someone different, like you are tonight, with the full knowledge and permission of Sam, would you do it? He's gone away, or you've gone away. He's not there for the sex you want and need, but someone else can stand in and it's perfectly acceptable to him. He's not upset. He knows you are happier having someone to fuck. It's not harming him in any way. It doesn't gnaw at him, eat at his guts. You know he won't be alone. He's got access to sex with someone if he needs it, whether it's Chantelle or someone else you don't care about; would you like to fuck other people? Take marriage vows out of it. Those are already bent way out of shape, if not broken, by how we're living our lives now. I'm sure your vows didn't contain the phrase you'd love, honor and obey and by the way, have another woman you could each play with. Would you enjoy fucking me or someone like me? A friend who both you and Sam trust?"
"Well obviously, I like fucking you, or I wouldn't be here," Marcia said. "You're presumably talking about some form of open marriage."
"A form. I imagine in a fully open marriage, anybody can fuck anybody without question or regard for their partners feelings or opinions on the matter. Julia's parents do that. They can date anyone they want, sleep with anyone they want, and other than the other person knowing it's going on, they don't know or care who it's going on with. I couldn't live with that. I don't want Julia or Lisa sleeping around with other people behind my back any more than Bill liked it. If I'm in control of who and when they fuck, and it's my choice if they fuck or not; it's different. If I left for LA for a week and they were fucking anyone they wanted, I'd be divorced. But giving them specifically to Bill, knowing he's the only man, because I don't give a shit about the women, it's not that bad. Just as he knows I will treat Evelyn well and take care of her. I know my slaves will be just fine.
"Now most of the time, it's me. I do the best I can to keep them happy and I'll throw them a treat now and then because they love it, and I can live with it. But if I don't like Joe Blow, they will never fuck Joe Blow because I've got the control. It requires my consent. You've practiced knowledge and consent. It's happened several times during your marriage, and the marriage survived and grew stronger. You were able to accept Chantelle into your life, and your relationship grew stronger, just adding another person to love and care for.
"I think most of the concerns people have about infidelity involve fear. That's what mine was. Fear if my wife fucked other people, she would love them more, enjoy them more than me, that somehow, I would lose her, she would leave me for them. If I'm not afraid this is possible, unless I do something stupid like fail to love them enough or stop treating them with the care and respect they deserve, they will never leave me, why does it matter who they fuck? It's just sex.
"You're not going to leave Sam for me, no matter how much you enjoy fucking me. Nor will I ever leave Julia for you, no matter if you're the most incredible woman I've ever seen. I wouldn't do it to my slaves, I wouldn't do it to Sam. I couldn't harm Bill by even attempting to take Evelyn for myself. I love and/or respect all of you too much. So now it's just fucking, a physical act more intimate than a handshake, and maybe less than a kiss. So if Sam doesn't care, would you want the option of fucking other people; the variety of it, the excitement of sex with a new partner?"
"Probably, I suppose. Yes, damn it. It was tremendously exciting fucking you for the first time. It's not even you're a better lover; it was just different."
"I know my slaves enjoy it. I enjoy it. The past few days with Evelyn have been crazy exciting. It doesn't mean I don't miss my women and want to be with them again. I'll happily fuck you without regrets, and I'll let my slaves fuck Sam without regrets. It really doesn't hurt me, except this teeny, tiny bit of misplaced feelings of possession which I wish I could lose, but I can live with. It will make them, Sam, and probably you, happy to play with them. Nor will I be alone. My slaves will see to it I'm not. But we all need to decide what we can live with. I'm happy, my slaves are happy. I'm sure you, Sam and Chantelle are happy. Changing things won't necessarily make you happier, but it could. Change may not make you less happy, but it might. I've found the right balance for me, and I hope my slaves, knowing we can all enjoy a little variety."
"I don't think Sam would ever accept a multitude of different lovers for us."
"Perhaps not. It doesn't have to be a bunch of strangers in a restaurant. Maybe it's not a frequent occurrence. But every so often, a special treat with a select group of people he trusts or respects, knowing how much you did enjoy it, like today. I don't feel he's so far away from it, seeing you're here today."
She nodded and after I finger fucked Evelyn to an orgasm on my lap, I released her cuffs and we started packing away the remains of our meal.
"I need to leave by eleven," Marcia said. "Any chance you can fuck me two more times before then?"
"How willing are you to help me recover?"
"As willing as I need to be."
I whispered a few quick instructions to Evelyn. She nodded and kissed me with a twinkle in her eye, then went to follow my instructions. I met Marcia in the middle of the bed. No help needed this time. Remembering how Evelyn had enjoyed being bent up and how deep I got when I did, I put Marcia's legs over my arms as I leaned over her. She was bent in two with her ankles up by her ears and I entered her, letting her feel every inch of my cock in a single slow thrust that had our groins rubbing together.
"Oh, fuck!" Marcia moaned. "You're so fucking deep."
"I know you're not a slave today, but I want you to hold off on your orgasm as long as you possibly can. I won't fuck you fast; I want to go nice and slow. Give me some warning when you don't think you can hold out anymore. Can you do that for me?"
"I'll try."
I proceeded to give Marcia a nice slow screw. Every time I thrust, I tried to go from the crown of my cock to the base, every full cycle taking ten or more seconds to complete. The moans she made were the music of the angels. The fluids accumulated on my cock and leaking from her cunt were profuse.
After more than ten minutes, she said, "I don't think I'm going to last more than twenty seconds or so. I'm so freaking close."
"A few seconds longer," I said. "To the last possible second."
She moaned. I felt Evelyn getting on the bed behind us as instructed. I started moving a little faster.
"Fuck! I'm cumming," Marcia whimpered, spasming over my cock. As her climax started, Evelyn took the vibrator she'd changed the batteries in, pushed it an inch or so into Marcia's anus and turned it on, pumping it. It wasn't so deep it did much to me, but Marcia went off like a bomb. She was still cumming after three or four minutes, palpitating over my cock, buried balls deep in her thrumming cunt. She wasn't screaming, but the sounds emanating from her throat were a cross between a groan and a wail.
I finally felt her tremors start to ease, so immediately began thrusting hard and fast, hitting the red line on the tach. She immediately went into another climax, clinging to my prick like a drowning man to a life preserver. This one didn't last as long, but was just as powerful as the first. Just as it was about to die, I started pumping my cream into her pussy, turning it into a soggy mess.
My pulses gradually ceased and my shaft started shrinking, sliding from it's recent home. I turned to my side, so I wouldn't crush her, but pulled her with me, so we remained front to front.
"Jesus, Scott," Marcia panted. "What the fuck!"