Fem Dom with My Wife's Best Friend Ch. 03

"Don't forget to tell him exactly how you like your clit to be licked, and how you want your pussy juices sucked" Julie said with concern. "Don't forget that he's only there for your pleasure, so make sure you're completely satisfied with his tongue," she added.

I knew the two of them had me right where they wanted, and so as not to antagonize them, I positioned myself on my knees between Sues legs as instructed and reached up, and began to remove her jeans and panties.

"Careful moron," bellowed Julie, as both girls erupted in laughter.

"Do you mind if I supervise his training?" Enquired Julie

"Not at all," replied Sue.

With that Julie knelt by the side of me so we were both Infront of Sue's gaping pussy and open legs. She then said, "Right wanker, you are to lean forward and lavish a long tender kiss on your wife's pussy lips, and I would get used to them, as they are the only lips you'll be kissing from now on, unless otherwise instructed. You will also give her oral sex whenever she wants, with maximum tongue action, and suction, and the fact you don't like it is of no importance" she laughed.

I did as I was told, and spent the next ten minutes gently kissing Sue's pussy as the girls monitored my performance. I then confirmed that I understood that Sue now had the right to demand that her cunt be licked whenever she felt like it, even if it meant I was late for visits, or work.

"Now," Julie said, "You are to push your tongue right up your wife's pussy, licking and sucking until told to stop."

Which I did.

This went on for some time, and I noticed that the girls were totally ignoring me whilst I carried out my task, as they became deep in conversation, as well as taking, and making several phone calls, sending texts, shopping online, and even playing games, as though I was not even in the room.

"Time for those orgasms we talked about," Julie suddenly said to my wife. "How many do you fancy?" She asked.

"Well, I'm usually lucky if I get one, so that would be a start," came the reply.

"Fuck that," shouted Julie in horror. "He'll start at three, and if he doesn't get you there, he knows what he'll get," she said threateningly.

"Now, concentrate that tongue of yours on your wife's clit. Part her lips, and I want to see it darting back and forth across that bud for the next hour, and I don't care how tired or sore you get, she'd better have a minimum of three orgasms when you've finished, or else," she warned.

Sue looked as though all her Christmases had come at once, and warmly thanked her friend.

"Think nothing of it," Julie said. "You can demand this whenever you want now," she added.

She continued, "Imagine him whining about not cumming, or moaning that you're late to visit to his parents who are always time conscious, and he begins to get on your tits. All you would have to do is snap your fingers, which would be the signal for him to shut up, and drop to his knees in front of you, undo your jeans, move your panties to one side, and lick, and suck your pussy for as long as you want. It would mean extra unlimited orgasms, plus you've shut him up with a mouth full of your wet cunt, all whilst making him deliberately late for his time obsessed cow of a mother, just because you can. You might even ring her up whilst in the act, and say that you have been unavoidably delayed and will get there when you can, just to wind her up, all as her precious son has been instructed on to his knees tonging your clit. Why not take the opportunity to have a glass of wine, or send some texts, or chat to friends on the mobile, or even ring his best friend, and flirt with him wildly over the phone, before cancelling Marks pub meet with the boy's later on, just to teach him a lesson and make a point."

Sue was clearly impressed and after she had shuddered wildly from her third orgasm, said, "That will do me for now, maybe some more later. What about you?" She inquired of her friend. "Aren't you a teensy bit horny?" She asked.

"Oh, its fine," said Julie, I've got used to going without as I'm single. Anyway, he's your husband and must see to your needs, and I must make tracks home, as I've a lot of housework I need to catch up on," she said.

"Nonsense," said Sue. "It's only fair that you have use of the house facilities, especially as you helped train him," she giggled. "And as for all those jobs, well under the new arrangement, I've decided that they are his from now on. We can arrange a weekly time when he comes round and does all your chores, stark bollock naked if you wish. That also includes cleaning your car in and out, so you don't have to worry what you drop in there, as it will be him cleaning it out" she added. "You just need to put your feet up and catch up on Netflix while he performs his duties around the place. I hope you don't mind him handling your bras and panties when he's ironing them for you?" She laughed.

"Well, if you put it that way, how can I refuse," said Julie enthusiastically.

My wife pointed to her friend's crotch and said: "Mark, I can see another pair of jeans and panties that need removing."

Traumatized from my ordeal, I meekly crawled over to where Julie was sitting and gingerly undid her jeans, and then removed her panties.

My wife asked Julie if she could return the favour, and supervise my licking of her friend's pussy, as she felt it was only good manners to do so.

"You're getting even better at this," said Julie laughing, as she parted her legs.

I realized from the start that she was really horny, as she became very wet and aroused almost immediately.

"My, we are wet today," said my wife to her friend. "But don't worry I'll make sure it's done properly," she laughed.

My tongue and lips were then ordered to work ferociously, licking, kissing and sucking, for the next forty minutes, in which time Julie came four times. It was after this forth eruption that she unexpectedly reached forward and embraced my wife's face with her hands, whilst French kissing through her lips at the same time.

I was shocked at what I saw, and waited for my wife protests of anger, but instead, after looking startled for a moment, she also reached out and embraced her friends face, and continued the kiss with enthusiasm. We remained in our positions for the next ten minutes, me, licking Julies pussy, not daring to stop, and my wife and her friend locked in a passionate embrace just above my head.

After the two girls eventually broke free, Julie said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." To which my wife replied, "Think nothing of it, I've often wondered what it would be like if we two made out," she laughed. And with that, they both locked lips again in a passionate embrace, and had no qualms in taking it further this time, by urgently thrusting their respective hands between each other's legs, and forcing several fingers into each other's wet pussies, whilst also sucking on each other's breasts that they had hastily pulled from beneath their tops.

I was quickly pushed away from Julies inner thighs whilst my wife explored her moist hidden depths.

When the girls released each other after what seemed an eternity, they quickly realized I was still kneeling Infront of them. I remained silent, as I was not permitted to say anything unless invited to, but they eventually dispatched me to fetch wine for them both, whilst they casually talked about what just happened, and how both of them had enjoyed it, and wanted a regular reoccurrence.

"So, Mark," my wife said to me whilst I poured her wine. "That's something else you'll have to get used to going forward," she chuckled. "I do feel sorry for him having to do all this learning in one day," she said to her friend whilst giggling.

After a short period of recovery, both girls agreed that they were still horny and could do with even more action. My wife now full of confidence brazenly suggested to her friend that she could have me lie on my back with a hard-on, and she would ride my cock, whilst her friend could sit on my face using my tongue and nose in her pussy. Then they could change places, so they could enjoy both ends.

"Are you sure you don't mind me riding, and using your husbands 'cock?" Asked Julie.

"Not at all," said Sue, "It's not cheating, as I'm here as well," she reasoned.

"Well, in that case, it would be impolite to refuse." Laughed Sue.

I was ordered to move the coffee table sideways, so there was room Infront of the TV, and was then instructed to lie on my back on the floor.

Under the watchful eye of Julie, my wife began wanking my dick until it was rock hard, and then mounted it. Julie quickly lifted her leg so that she had one either side of my ear whilst facing my wife. Sue then began moving her hips back and forth riding my cock, whilst at the same time, Julie moved her hips in the same fashion, grinding her pussy forward and back over my mouth and shouting, "Lick," then riding my nose with her cunt sliding it in and out in a frenzied fucking motion, while I gasped for air.

The two girls were now becoming very excited and even wetter, and instinctively leaned forward and began caressing and kissing each other whilst taking full advantage of my predicament.

After some time had passed, they swapped places, and I felt Julies cunt grip my member whilst my wife's wet pussy engulfed my mouth and nose. In later months, my wife would feed me a large dose of Viagra before her friend came over, so they could ride my rock-hard cock for as long as they liked, with no loss of stiffness, as though it was a toy.

I had already been warned that spunking for me was out of the question, and not to even consider it, or ask for it.

When both girls had achieved many orgasms and had used me for as long as they wished, they slumped exhausted on to the settee, and a wicked grin came over Julie's face, as she said, "You know, it's not very fair that Mark's not been allowed to cum. And we all know it's the man's responsibility to taste and dispose of his cum, so he knows what his wife used to have to do. So if Mark was to put the wooden coffee table in front of us, and lie on his back on it, and pull his legs over his head, so his dick was just above his mouth, we could toss him off and then he could shoot into his mouth and swill the spunk around his lips and mouth before swallowing, and rectify this situation" Julie laughed.

"What a great idea," said my wife.

Julie then watched in puzzlement as Sue produced a family bag Maltesers, and shared them out equally between them both, and excitedly announced that they could use them as counters for putting bets on, like, who could get me wettest with precum, or who could get my cock furthest into my mouth, or who could eventually get me to shoot my load. "It will be great fun," she enthused.

Knowing I had no option but to let them gamble with my dick, I placed the coffee table back Infront of them, and lay on top as instructed. Both of my ankles were grabbed by the girls who yanked my legs over my head, instantly positioning my dick just Infront of my lips.

As I work out at the gym several times a week, it meant I was quite supple, and so it didn't take much effort to push down on my upturned legs and force my cock even further towards my mouth.

"Open," shouted my wife, before pushing down even more and forcing my dick in my mouth.

"Three to you for getting it in," Julie said to Sue laughing, passing over three Maltesers.

Julie then instructed, "Lick and suck it."

"Three to you for getting him to do that," laughed my wife, whilst passing them back.

"Now Mark," my wife said, "We're going to take it in turns to toss you off, whilst you continue to suck your dick. When you can hold on to your cum no longer, you are to raise your hand and position the end of your cock just in front of your lips, which are to be open, with your tongue sticking straight out ready to receive your spunk. We will then give your cock six continuous pulls each until one of us gets you to come on their turn, and they will be the winner. Now stay in that position while we both stake bets on who will be successful. Understand?" She said.

I nodded my head.

The girls had great fun playing their new game, and when my balls were ready to empty, I raised my hand as instructed, and they began competitively shouting encouragement on the outcome as though it was a dog race.

There was a triumphant cry of, "Yes," as Julie forced me to shoot a huge load of bitter-tasting spunk into my mouth, which also trailed on my face and lips, whilst my wife shouted, "Bitch" in mock annoyance, and pushed over her half bag of the Maltesers to her friend.

As the winner, Julie now took the lead, and instructed me to swill the cum around my mouth and lips, and also gargle with it, before asking if I had got the full flavour of it, to which I nodded. I was then given the instruction to, "Swallow," which I did, and then ordered to open wide to show that it had all been consumed, with only a shiny residue left on my lips and inside my mouth.

In one of the later sessions like this, Julie asked my wife, would she mind if she supervised some extra training for me to teach me how to piss into my own mouth and swallow, from this position, as it would be a good lesson for me how my piss tasted, and also in recycling, which I was poor at, plus it would be quite funny at the same time. Julie said she wanted to give her a completed demonstration as part of her present to Sue for her birthday, which was due soon.

My wife was delighted at her friend's thoughtfulness and consideration, and said, she couldn't wait.

Julie teased, "I have an early birthday gift in my bag now which you can have if you'd like?"

Intrigued, my wife said, "Oh yes," and watched as Julie reached into her bag and produced a long metal shiny tube in the shape of a penis.

"What is it?" Asked my wife.

"It's a chastity cage for men," came her reply.

"What does it do?" said Sue.

"You slip the main part shaped like a cock over his dick, right up to his balls, then you lock it in place with this little clasp at the back of his sack, and secure it with this lock so it can't be removed," she explained. "He can pee normally and hide it discreetly in his underwear, and generally go about everyday tasks, but he can't get a hard-on, or have a crafty wank or spunk, whilst wearing it, and as you would have both keys, it means you have complete control of his cock and balls, for your use only, whenever you feel like it, as well as extra control of him, as you can deny him orgasms for as long as you like until you decide he's earned it. And all this whilst you are free to have as many as you like using his cock, mouth and fingers."

"What a brilliant idea," said Sue, and with that, ordered me to stand in front of them both.

"Mark, I'm doing this for your own good," she said sternly. "We both know that you play with your dick far too much, which is not good for you, and denies me pleasure, so I'm going to fit this device on your cock right now, so we can have an end to that type of nonsense. Your cock should always be ready for my use whenever I want.

You are also to thank Julie for all the effort and work she's put in on our behalf in rectifying this issue, and in recognition of this, I will be giving her the spare key, so she also has access to your cock whenever she feels horny," she concluded, smiling at her friend.

"Thank you very much, Julie, I'm very grateful for all your help. My cock and tongue will be at your disposal whenever you want" I heard myself reluctantly say.

Julie turned to Sue and gave her a huge kiss on the lips and said, "Thanks for the gift, I will use his cock and mouth well. You know how desperately horny I can get sometimes," she laughed.

With that I felt the cold the metal envelop my dick, as the device was fitted, and with a distinct clicking sound, it was locked in place. My cock was now in a prison to which only the two women had access, to satisfy whatever urges they had.

"I see he still goes to the gym," Julie casually mentioned to her friend, whilst looking at my kit.

"Yes," said Sue. "I will remove the device just before he goes, so it's not obvious in the men's changing room, and then put it back on him as soon as he gets home," she said.

"Well speaking of the men's changing room, wouldn't you like to know what some of his yummy mates are packing in their pants?" Sue mused. "We'd never get to access that imagery normally, would we?" She said with a mischievous grin.

"Well, no," concluded Sue. "And I must admit I've often had horny thoughts and wondered about their cock sizes when I've seen some of the bulges in his friend's shorts at his football practice," she admitted.

"Well how about we buy one of those tiny micro cameras from Amazon, and get him to discreetly photograph the cock sizes of all his friends when they're in the changing room. He could then log them in size and girth order, and we'd know exactly what's in their pants," she laughed.

"What a great idea," my wife agreed, and informed me that from now on it was one of my duties to compile the "Cock Book," as it was to be called. I was to populate and keep it fully up to date with pictures and measurements of all my friend's dicks, with a picture of mine next to each one if was bigger than me, indicating how much longer, or wider it was, so the girls could accurately access length and width, compared to mine. This information gave them total access to know what each of the players was hiding in their pants, and what each of their wives and girlfriends was receiving in their pussy.

It became a regular occurrence when a new guy joined the gym, or team, for me to obtain the required information, and present it, stood in front of the relaxing women in our lounge, with dropped shorts to demonstrate size, if the new guy was bigger than me. It always gave them a huge kick to know that when we met my friends and their partners, that the two girls knew exactly how big each man's cock was, and how many inches each woman was receiving.

Julie suddenly looked at her watch and said, "I really will have to go, as I have a hair appointment due soon, but perhaps we have just enough time for one last round of fun if you're up for it?" She said to my wife. And with that she pulled Sue over towards her, where they both had whispered conversations, intermingled with hoots of laughter.

Julie then positioned herself directly in front of me sitting on the couch, with my wife kneeling next to me on the floor. Sue instructed me to once more remove Julie's panties, which I did, and her friend then leisurely opened and spread her legs, revealing a swollen pussy enlarged from the earlier action. She then proceeded to lift her legs up from the floor towards her face, and by doing so, now displayed both her pussy and arse hole. My wife then picked up the open bag of Maltesers and one by one pushed quite a few into Julies cunt, and arse, intern.

Sue then gave me the command, "Retrieve," as though I was a dog, and at the same time, I felt her push my head down towards Julies pussy and arse.

"Eat out both of those holes NOW, and swallow," instructed my wife.

So as not to incur the wrath of my wife, I started on Julie's pussy, pushing my tongue in, and up as far as it would go, trying to latch around each of the chocolates, which was very difficult, as I had to go deep in to reach them. But over a period of time, I had found the knack of doing it and managed to retrieve them one by one and swallow them down.

Her arse was definitely a trickier prospect, as it was a much tighter hole, so I asked if I could part her cheeks with my hands, so I could reach further in with my tongue, to which the girls agreed with much laughter. I carefully opened her crevice as much as I could and then plunged my tongue into it.