She awoke with a start and grabbed for her watch on the bedside table. It was 9:15. She jumped off the bed before realising that she wasn’t at home and she didn’t need to go to work. She looked around her and suddenly remembered where she was, and why. She lay back down on the bed and curled into a ball, crying into her pillow as she thought once more about Martin and what he’d done to her and their marriage.
Around 10am Charlotte heard a soft knock on the door. She, pulled the sheet over herself and called out
‘Yes’ in a quiet voice. She was surprised to see Ian standing there in some rather trendy looking tracksuit bottoms. Again she couldn’t help but notice how prominent his cock looked pressed against the stretchy material.
“Er, just wondered if you wanted any breakfast?” enquired Ian.
“Oh, er, no… thank you, I’m not really hungry.”
“Got to keep your strength up,” he smiled. “Big day ahead.”
Charlotte looked slightly confused by his remark, and then began to wonder if some toast might go some way to combatting the hangover she was quickly realising she had.
“Could I just have some toast, please…”
“Of course,” said Ian. “I’ll bring it right up.”
Charlotte smiled as Ian closed the door behind him. Her friend really was a lucky cow, not only was Ian good looking, he seemingly had a big cock and he made breakfast in bed! After a few moments she again chastised herself for looking at Ian’s groin. He was her best friend’s husband and as such he was off-limits, forever. Going down that road would make her as bad as Martin, if not worse.
She lay silently for a few minutes her hand drifting between her legs and softly stroking her pussy as she imagined Ian’s huge cock sliding inside her, filling her up until she was completely impaled on his hard, fleshy rod.
She jumped when she heard the door handle move and Ian pushed the door open with the edge of the tray. He slowly walked across the room holding the tray firmly, desperately trying not to look at the uppermost curve of her breast which was just visible above the bedclothes.
“I… brought you some orange juice too, it’s good for hangovers.”
“Thanks,” smiled Charlotte.
“I didn’t know whether you wanted jam or marmalade so I brought a little of both.”
Charlotte looked at the tray where Ian had gone to the trouble of half-filling a couple of ramekins with orange and strawberry flavoured preserves.
“Oh you needn’t have gone to all that trouble,” purred Charlotte.
“No trouble,” said Ian matter of factly, “I do it for Jo all the time.”
“I’m impressed,” countered Charlotte. “She’s quite the lucky girl isn’t she?”
“No,” said Ian. “I’m the lucky one.”
He turned and went to leave, but Charlotte called his name and he stopped and turned back to look at her, but didn’t move back towards the bed.
“Ian, what do you think I should do?”
She knew full well that Jo would have told him everything as soon as they got to bed, Ian and Jo were inseparable almost to the point of being misanthropic, in fact apart from her and Martin she wasn’t even sure they had any other friends.
“I….think you should listen to Jo. I’m sure she’ll be able to give you some excellent advice.”
“Yes, but what do you think?”
“Well, I don’t really know Martin that well, I never fitted in with his football-pub mates so…”
“Yes but surely you must have an opinion.”
Ian thought about it for a moment, and then smiled warmly at his friend.
“I’d love to tell you what I think Charlotte, but I think you need to hear it from Jo first. Please don’t dismiss what she tells you out of hand.”
Charlotte gave him a slightly puzzled look.
“I mean it,” he said mysteriously. “It might seem odd at first, but believe me I’ve never been happier in my life.”
With that he turned and made for the door once more before Charlotte could think to press him further.
She watched the door close behind him and then looked down at the tray Ian had carefully placed across her lap. She realised that actually she was more than a little hungry and the tumbler of orange juice, served over ice with a slice of lime, looked very appealing.
After breakfast Charlotte dressed casually in jeans and a slightly fitted T-shirt. She always chose light colours for her top half as she believed it helped to make the most of what little she had up top. Charlotte had grown up a little self-conscious of her slender frame and at one time had contemplated a boob-job, until someone had talked her out of it. She tried to remember who it was, but it wouldn’t come to her… Ian’s name kept popping into her head but she wasn’t at all sure that it was him, was it?
She put it to the back of her mind and sat on the bed for a moment, collecting her thoughts. What was she going to do about Martin. Suddenly it occurred to her to check her phone. She reached into her handbag and turned it on to find nine messages, all of them bar one from Martin. She deleted them all without listening to them, and the one from her dentist reminding her of her appointment the next week.
There was no point listening to anything Martin had to say was there, he’d done what he’d done, she knew he was sorry, end of story. The only thing to be decided was whether she wanted to stick it out with him, to forgive and move on, or did her future lie elsewhere, with someone else?
She tossed the phone onto the bed and got up. Ian had piqued her interest and she was really quite eager to hear what this great advice that Jo had to offer was all about…
* * * * * * * *
Ian set about mowing the lawn, his T-shirt discarded as he soaked up the sun’s rays. Not too far away on the patio Jo and Charlotte sat beneath a parasol, their cold drinks sweating condensation onto the round wooden table in front of them. Ian had fetched the drinks of course and for the first time Charlotte was starting to notice the way he behaved around his wife. It wasn’t that she bossed him about, it was subtler than that. It was almost as though he was always ready to facilitate her happiness, whether that was making breakfast or bringing her drinks, or whatever. She’d never really noticed before, but now that she had it struck her as quite strange. After all most men stop making that kind of effort after the first time they get their end away. Perhaps this Ian was more of a catch than even she had realised.
Jo took a deep swig of her cold lemonade, she needed to calm herself a little before she laid her cards on the table, and she really hoped that Charlotte would react favourably to what she was about to share with her and not freak out. Just as she was about to launch into her opening speech, Charlotte interrupted her.
“Ian said that you had some good advice for me?”
Jo opened her mouth and then closed it again. This wasn’t as easy as she had thought it was going to be.
“Well, I hope so.”
Charlotte plucked her glass from the table and lay back in her chair, her eyes closed behind her dark sunglasses.
“Let’s hear it then…”
Jo took another deep swig of her ice-cold lemonade.
“Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Ian and I, we… well, we’re not like most other couples…”
“You can say that again,” interjected Charlotte.
Jo paused until Charlotte apologised for butting in.
“Sorry, go on.”
“I mean we don’t live the way most other people do, our relationship is a little different…”
Jo faltered as she tried to find the best way to continue.
“Sexually I mean, not just sexually, but primarily…”
Charlotte sat up, intrigued to hear confessions of her close friends’ sex life.
“The thing is… Ian, well a long time ago, a while after we were married he came to me one day and told me that he loved me more than anything and that he wanted to be more to me than just a husband. He said he believed that marriage isn’t treated seriously enough anymore and he wanted to show me that he loved me so much more than he felt mere marriage conveyed…”
Charlotte felt herself wondering once again why Ian hadn’t come into her life instead of Jo’s, but was quickly shaken from her reverie as Jo’s revelations continued.
“He told me he wanted me to be his Mistress and that he wanted to be my submissive.”
Charlotte didn’t know what to say. She stared at her friends face for a few moments, unsure if she was quite believing of what she was being told. Eventually she managed to say something.
“You mean like… a ‘slave’?”
“Kind of… yes, although that word is somewhat open to misinterpretation.”
Charlotte looked over at Ian as he manhandled the mower back to the garage, his lightly tanned skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
“Wow.”
“Are you shocked?”
“Well, a little I guess, I mean…”
Charlotte fell silent, she really didn’t know what to say.
“But you see the attraction?”
“What?”
“You see the attraction?”
“Of Ian?”
“Well… yes, no, of having a submissive partner?”
“I’ve no idea, I mean…”
“You’ve seen how Ian is around me, he worships me, not in a pathetic needy way, but in a strong respectful way. I never wanted a pansy for a husband and that’s not what Ian is at all. But having a husband who wants to please you is not something I’d give up easily. In fact if anything happened to Ian, my next husband would have to be prepared to work hard to please me.”
Charlotte’s mouth fell open a little. She had never heard her friend talk like this and it was at once exciting and a little weird.
“You mean…”
“Yes, Charlotte, if I had to start over, I’d make sure my next husband was fully prepared to submit to me sexually.”
Charlotte could hardly believe her ears, while Jo leaned closer her voice dropping to little more than a whisper, for effect as much as anything.
“I decide when we have sex, I decide when he goes down on me, I decide when and IF he gets to cum…”
Jo was warming to her theme now and Charlotte could feel herself getting hotter and hotter and her pussy slowly getting wetter and wetter. She sat back, her voice still low but perfectly audible once more.
“Men are programmed to act in a certain way,” said Jo quietly. “They can’t help it, it’s just the way they are made. As soon as they cum they lose interest in pleasing you. It’s nature’s way. But it doesn’t have to be like that, and some men, like Ian, realise that by submitting to their wives they become better husbands. By willingly sacrificing their own release, they focus on their wives’ needs and instead take satisfaction from her pleasure .”
Charlotte could hardly believe what her friend was telling her, she looked over once more at Ian who was now using a rake in the far corner of the garden. She couldn’t imagine a man who looked like he did ‘sacrificing his release’ for Jo, it was preposterous.
“You’re not serious?”
Jo smiled, and took a moment to compose her thoughts.
“I don’t expect you to understand straight away, but I do want to help you and I want you to have the life I have.”
Charlotte looked at her friend in a new light. Ian and Jo didn’t earn a quarter of the money that she and Martin did, but their marriage was seemingly everything that theirs wasn’t. Close, intimate and built on a rock solid base of trust and devotion to each other.
“But, I don’t understand…”
“I know,” said Jo. “At first I didn’t understand either, until Ian explained it all to me. The first thing you have to understand is that chastity and celibacy are not the same thing. I still rub his cock, suck it, let him fuck me if he’s lucky… but only on my terms, and he only gets to cum when I say so.”
“Oh come on, no man’s going to put up with that.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“So what… you suck him, or whatever and then…”
“He tells me if he’s getting too close.”
“And then you stop?”
“Maybe, maybe not, depends how I feel.”
Charlotte looked completely flabbergasted.
“Sometimes I remind him he’s not allowed to cum and then carry on anyway…”
Charlotte felt a low groan forming in the back of her throat.
“The best is when you stop and let them cool down and then start again… over and over and over…”
The way Jo spoke about it all was so sexually charged, she was obviously loving sharing this secret she had shared so long and it was quite obvious that she adored having this power over her husband.
“I kept him like that for a whole evening once, I had him lay on the couch next to me and I stroked his cock just enough to keep him hard while I watched ‘Titanic’, he was delirious by the end.”
“Did you…” Charlotte cleared her throat. “Did you let him cum?”
“No. He’d only gone a week at that point, I made him wait another three before I allowed him to cum.”
Charlotte was suddenly aware of her clit rubbing gently against the cotton of her panties as she imagined Ian being taken to the edge of orgasm over and over again.
“You’ve no idea how it feels to have someone want you so much, to have that kind of power of them… I swear when I have him so desperate he’d do anything I asked of him.”
“Anything?” asked Charlotte.
“Anything,” confirmed Jo.
Charlotte felt her hand falling down between her legs and surreptitiously pressing against the seam of her jeans, trying to get some pressure on her clit.
“But surely… how do you know he doesn’t just, you know.”
Jo looked at her innocent friend and smiled.
“I have my methods.”
Charlotte suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.
“I think I need to, er… I’ll be back in a minute.”
Charlotte got up, nearly tipping over the wooden table and the parasol, before heading into the house and the downstairs toilet. Once inside she held the walls to stop her head spinning. Could this be true, all the things her friend was saying to her? Surely she knew them both better than this, didn’t she?
In seconds Charlotte had her jeans unbuttoned and thrust her fingers into her soaking wet panties, she found her clit and brought herself to a huge orgasm in a matter of seconds, she collapsed panting against the wall her fingers gently massaging her pussy as she slid down the wall onto her backside. She couldn’t ever remember coming so fast in her life.
After several minutes Charlotte returned to the patio to find that Ian had moved closer with his rake. She nervously retook her seat and smiled a little oddly at her friend’s bare chested husband, wondering if her cheeks were still flushed and whether Jo realised what she had just done in their downstairs toilet.
Jo smiled at her warmly.
“You remember yesterday you asked me how come Ian looks better than when we got married?”
“Yes,” murmured Charlotte, her eyes drawn against her will to his strong arms and firm chest.
“Well, I just gave him the right incentives.”
Charlotte again looked a little out of her depth.
“I didn’t make him do anything he didn’t want to, I just helped him to make the right choices for himself.”
Charlotte smiled nervously wondering if today was going to just keep getting weirder or would it at some point go back to being a normal August Saturday.
“You have the perfect opportunity, to get yourself the husband you always dreamed of. Why on earth would you pass up an opportunity like that?”
Jo smiled at her like the cat that got the cream and somewhere deep inside herself Charlotte felt just a small part of her that wanted to embrace what they were offering her, but she was still a little freaked out.
“I think I might need a drink… a proper drink!”
She reached into her bag for a cigarette, but Jo stopped her.
“Please don’t, I watched you struggle to give up so many times. Soon you won’t need them ever again.”
Jo turned and caught Ian’s eye, he came over smiling knowingly and asked if he could get them a refill. As he moved away from the table Charlotte again couldn’t help but notice the impressive way he filled his shorts. Slightly dizzy from all that had happened so far today she heard herself blurting out the question that was currently at the forefront of her mind.
“Is Ian really…big?”
Jo stifled a laugh, desperately trying not to make her friend feel uncomfortable.
“Erm, no, not especially.”
“Oh.”
Jo pondered on the wisdom of revealing the true extent of Ian’s submission, but decided that it might be a little too much too soon, so she erred on the side of caution and left well alone.
“Why do you ask?”
“Oh it’s just that, I dunno, he seems to fill his shorts rather well.”
Jo turned to watch Ian walking down the garden path and smiled.
“He does doesn’t he.”
* * * * * * * *
After her initial disclosure Jo decided to change the subject a little, to give her friend a little time to absorb what she divulged. They spent the rest of the afternoon drinking and casually watching Ian tend to the garden, Jo only to aware that Charlotte must still be mulling over what she had told her.
When the sun started to dip down and the temperature got a little cold the two women moved inside to find Ian coming downstairs fresh from his shower. Jo called over to him and he came over, presuming their glasses needed refilling once more. Instead Jo flicked off her right shoe and sat down on the chair nearest the patio doors.
“Worship my foot.”
The sentence caught both Ian and Charlotte off guard, even though he knew that it might come up at some point in the evening. He couldn’t help but cast a glance at Charlotte and quickly registered the look of surprise on her face. He looked back at Jo who smiled at him sweetly, albeit it with a faint air of impatience.
Ian quickly dropped to his knees and carefully took Jo’s beautifully manicured foot in his hands. He bent forward and started to kiss her foot lovingly, his eyes soon closing as he relaxed into his role and enjoyed the feeling of her soft skin on his lips. Charlotte stood rooted to the spot as she watched this incredibly intimate moment between her best friend and her adoring husband. Once again she felt herself starting to get a little wet as she wondered how it must feel to have another human being worship you like this.
“Sit down,” gestured Jo, smiling once again.
Ian spent the best part of five minutes lovingly worshipping Jo’s foot, kissing it all over and gently sucking her toes, before she kicked her other shoe off and offered that one to his mouth. Ian gently placed the other foot on the carpet and began the whole procedure with Jo’s other soft, smooth foot. The whole time Charlotte could not take her eyes off the pair of them, and she suddenly felt intensely jealous of Jo. How must it feel to be so adored, so worshipped… she thought once more of Martin and how he had treated her. She didn’t deserve to be treated the way he had treated her, she wanted something more for herself, she wanted what Jo had, but she hadn’t the first idea how to go about it.
Finally Jo decided enough was enough and called time on the foot worship.
“Thank you Mistress,” Ian whispered, just loud enough for Charlotte to hear.
Jo smiled at Ian and he disappeared off into the kitchen, wary of catching Charlotte’s eye as he walked past her on the way out of the room.
“I can’t believe he just did that,” whispered Charlotte, once Martin was out of the door.
Jo smiled and took another sip of her wine.
“I know, sometimes I can’t believe it either.”
* * * * * * * *
About an hour later Ian returned to the lounge to find the two women deep in conversation, he waited patiently until there was a pause and then related that their meal was prepared, if they would like to come through. Jo pulled herself up out of her chair and walked past Ian towards the hallway, Charlotte went to follow and then remembered her glass of wine, she turned back to see Ian dutifully lifting up both glasses in one hand and bringing the ice bucket and the bottle with the other. They shared an awkward smile and Charlotte offered to take the glasses, but Ian shook his head and motioned for her to lead the way. Charlotte felt a little strange, but eventually decided that if this was how it was then she’d better play along.
* * * * * * * *
Charlotte and Jo finished their meals and turned to Ian who was just finishing up his last potato.
“That was wonderful, thank you Ian,” said Charlotte.
“Yes Ian that really was a lovely meal.”
“Thank you Mistress, Charlotte,” he said a little self-consciously.
“Now,” said Jo pointing at Charlotte. “You come with me, Ian will put the dishes in the dishwasher and then join us shortly.”
She looked over her shoulder and smiled at Ian, wondering how he was coping with being outed this way.
The two women returned to the lounge and sat side by side on the sofa, whereupon Jo immediately turned to her friend and asked her if she would like Ian to worship her feet for her. Charlotte was more than a little hesitant at first, but by the time Ian came though he found Charlotte barefoot and ready for his attention.
He stood for a moment, hovering, waiting for Jo to instruct him.
“I think it would be nice for you to show Charlotte a little attention now,” she said idly pointing to Charlotte’s dainty feet.
Ian swallowed hard before looking at Charlotte for permission to kiss her bare feet. He’d often wondered what it would be like to kiss her tiny feet and now he was about to find out. Charlotte blushed, but nodded and Ian once again sank to his knees.
“Thank you Mistress Charlotte,” he said respectfully.
Charlotte felt a jolt of electricity spark through her as she heard those words for the first time, and then again when she felt Ian’s lips gently touch her instep. Why had Martin never kissed her feet like this she wondered as she watched her friend’s husband lavish her toes with attention, sucking them one by one into his mouth and using his tongue to massage them at the same time. Charlotte felt herself relaxing as he continued to worship her foot, God this felt amazing, but weird at the same time.
She’d always known of course, albeit in a very abstract way, that there were people out there who had this kind of relationship, but she never dreamed that someone like Ian could be submissive to Jo. Suddenly it was turning everything she thought she knew about masculinity and femininity on it’s head. Perhaps it was possible for a man to be masculine but still submit to his wife, but all that stuff about her controlling his orgasms, was that really true? Somehow she couldn’t quite bring herself to believe it, and yet… why would Jo lie, she was obviously taking a chance on Charlotte by exposing their secret life to her and so perhaps Charlotte just had to run with it and take what she said at face value.
She opened her eyes and looked down to watch Ian tenderly worshipping her foot and wondered how on earth Jo thought she was ever going to get Martin to agree to live like this? It was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard, and yet… if it was possible, then perhaps Charlotte would be able to accept his mistakes and continue to live as Martin’s wife… and Mistress.
Realising that Ian had spent quite a long time on her right foot, Charlotte somewhat clumsily offered her other foot for his attention. Ian thanked her again as he lowered her right foot to the floor and used his hands to support her left as he began his ministrations once more.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” said Jo.
“Yes,” replied Charlotte, wishing she could press her finger against her clit once more, like she did earlier.
“How would you like it if Martin did this for you?”
Charlotte let out a small sigh.
“I wish…”
* * * * * * * *
“What have you got to lose?” asked Jo impatiently.
Charlotte looked at her as if she was insane. Sure it all sounded great last night after a day spent drinking wine in the sun, but now in the cold light of Sunday morning, with the Disprin still fizzing in the glass of water that Ian had kindly placed next to her on a small table, well, it all sounded just a little crazy.
Charlotte’s phone beeped for the second time that morning and Charlotte didn’t even bother to look to see who was calling before turning it off.
“He’s persistent, I’ll give him that,” she winced.
“He’s persistent now, he’ll be desperate by the end of the week,” noted Jo. “Just where you want him.”
Charlotte looked up at her friend and shook her head softly, this idea was crazy, there was no way Martin was ever going to agree to any of it.
“So what are you going to do, get a divorce, or are you just going to go back to him and pretend none of this ever happened?”
Charlotte looked as if she was about to burst into tears again and Jo put her arm around her shoulder.
“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to upset you… but this is a once in a lifetime chance you’ve got here, to make the man you love worship you. I know it’s not easy to understand and it will take a lot of work but we’ll help you, me and Ian can show you what you need to do to make it right again.
Charlotte looked at them through blurry eyes. What amazing friends they were, in every sense of the word.
“Okay,” said Charlotte. “What have I got to lose?”
* * * * * * * *
The next week was a whirlwind of activity as Jo instructed Charlotte in exactly how she should play her hand, fortunately Jo was on leave from work for that week and Charlotte called in sick for the first half of the week and managed to arrange a couple of days of holiday for the remainder. Ian had to work but played his part during the evenings.
By Friday Charlotte was feeling a lot more confident about her new role and had even surprised herself by how quickly she had transformed herself from a meek little girl into a demanding, dominant woman. Thursday night had been a massive turning point, after which she began to doubt that she could ever go back to her old self even if she’d wanted to.
Throughout the early part of the week Jo had brought Ian more and more into the equation, firstly by telling Charlotte that she could ask for foot worship whenever she wanted, and prodding her into it when she seemed reluctant. This was all key to Jo’s plan to get Charlotte used to asking for what she wanted, she knew this would be one of the hardest things for Charlotte to get used to and she was determined to drum it into her during the time she had available.
While Ian worked, Charlotte and Jo discussed exactly what Charlotte wanted and how she was going to going about getting it. After some predictable reluctance from Charlotte, Jo convinced her of the absolute need for a contract. Charlotte couldn’t get her head round it to start with until Jo revealed that she and Ian had one, and consented to let her see it. Once she had seen Jo and Ian’s contract Charlotte warmed to the idea and she and Jo spent many long hours perfecting the details, ready for when Charlotte felt ready to meet her estranged husband again.
But Thursday, that was the moment it really started to fall into place for Charlotte. The evening had started normally enough, but as the night wore on Jo decided to takes things a big step further. Charlotte was very comfortable with asking Ian for foot worship now and loved it when he tenderly attended to her petite feet. So relaxed was she becoming with this new way of doing things that now every time he sucked her toes and delicately kissed her instep she felt herself becoming wet and wanting more of Ian’s attention.
Sensing this, Jo took it upon herself to advance things dramatically. As she watched her devoted husband attend to her friend’s pretty feet for the umpteenth time that week she decided that now was the moment and led them both upstairs to the master bedroom. Jo told Charlotte to sit in the chair by the bed and then proceeded to strip and laid on the bed, her legs slightly parted.
Charlotte had had several glasses of wine that day and it was perhaps this which helped her cope with this sudden turn of events. She watched transfixed as Ian slid onto the bed, still fully clothed and moved between his wife’s legs. Charlotte noticed how Ian slowly kissed up the insides of her legs and then kissed all around her pussy for quite some time before he even went near her slit, clearly he was in his element and was quite happy for this to last as long as possible.
Eventually Jo started to buck her hips impatiently and used her hands to guide his head to where she wanted it to be. Charlotte watched in awe as Ian displayed his expert technique, using his fingers and tongue to devastating effect and bringing Jo to three shattering orgasms over the space of about forty minutes.
By the time Jo finally pushed her husband away Charlotte was dripping wet and was squeezing her thighs together as she watched, trying anything to get some friction on her clit. Jo sat up and kissed her husband deeply, tasting her own juices on his tongue before turning to Charlotte.
“Come here,” she said seductively.
Charlotte felt frozen to the spot, but something in the way Jo looked at her convinced her to move onto the bed. As she did so, Jo gently lifted her T-shirt to expose her small but beautiful tits causing a sigh of appreciation to escape both her and Ian’s lips.
Charlotte suddenly felt almost dizzy and overwhelmed by the need to touch herself, her pussy was screaming for attention and she offered no resistance when Jo laid her down and peeled her jeans off of her legs. Jo lay down next to Charlotte and gently rubbed her crotch through her damp white panties, causing her to groan loudly until Jo gently peeled them off.
Jo moved closer and whispered in Charlotte’s ear, “Tell him… order him to eat your pussy.”
Charlotte was reluctant but Jo insisted and after a couple of minutes Ian was rewarded with the words he wanted to hear. He carefully slid between Charlotte’s slender thighs and kissed them much as he had done for Jo just minutes before. As Charlotte relaxed Jo slid her hand up the woman’s T-shirt and gently teased her nipples while nuzzling her neck.
As Ian began lapping gently at Charlotte’s sodden slit, Jo kissed her shoulder and began telling her how one day she would have Martin trained just like Ian, how submissive men love to eat pussy and make their Mistress cum, and how, like Jo, once she had experienced the pleasure of being worshipped like this she would never want to go back to the old way.
Charlotte didn’t doubt it for a second. Ian’s technique was leagues ahead of Martin’s amateur and unenthusiastic attempts and as he slipped his second and third fingers out of her and twisted his index finger upwards to manipulate her G-spot she felt herself coming to her first climax. As she did so Jo took Charlotte’s right nipple into her mouth and sucked on it, her fingers gently squeezing her other breast at the same time.
Charlotte bucked wildly but Ian was ready for her and held her so that he didn’t lose contact with her clit until he had drawn her whole orgasm out of her, as she lay panting Ian lapped her juices eagerly from her thighs and watched for signs that she was ready for him to continue. For her part Charlotte was astonished by the force of her orgasm and that Ian was licking her juices from her skin, she had never encountered someone so obviously and so joyfully enamoured of the female scent.
After a few minutes Jo asked her if she wanted to go again and Charlotte confessed that she often found it difficult to cum twice in one evening. Eventually she decided to try again and she was quite shocked when Ian managed to bring her off again, even harder, in less than a quarter of an hour.
As they lay there, a thin sheen of sweat covering all their bodies, Charlotte had a sudden attack of guilt about what she’d done, not only regarding Martin, but also towards her friends. Yes Jo had been in the room with them and it hadn’t been illicit, but she still felt troubled that she had enjoyed that experience with her best friend’s husband. She started to cry once again and Ian and Jo cuddled her between them, restoring her confidence with kind words and gentle assurances.
Soon after, Charlotte felt a natural guilt towards Ian, he had given her such pleasure and she naturally wanted to give him something back in return. She confessed her feelings to Jo, slightly worried about how she would react, but Jo was fine.
“I understand, it’s natural, but I’m afraid if you want to live like I do, you have to learn to put that aside. I know it’s difficult but to start with you need to learn to be… well, selfish.”
Charlotte sighed heavily.
“I know, but I’m trying to make it easy for you. If you learn to be selfish to start with you can roll it back later, but if you give in to these feelings right from the start then this isn’t going to work.”
Charlotte nodded resignedly.
“Besides, you couldn’t do anything for him even if you wanted to.”
Charlotte looked defensive and began to protest.
“No… I wouldn’t… I mean, I don’t want to cause any…”
“No,” continued Jo. “What I mean is, you physically couldn’t do anything.”
Charlotte looked at her even more confused than before, but still Jo didn’t explain herself.
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