The party was boring as hell. He had no idea who was hosting the party, nor did he really think it was important enough to ask about. It was taking place in one of those huge apartment complexes, where the party starts inside at the social center and ends up with everyone standing and sitting around the swimming pool. He only knew a couple of the people. Like many of the others, he was standing around with a drink in his hand, trying to look like he did know who was throwing the party.
There was liquor everywhere. By ten, he figured it wouldn’t be long before someone went into the pool. He yawned as discretely as he could, and went inside to get another beer. So far, the evening had been a complete dud. Not a single girl he’d talked to had shown the least bit of interest in him or what he’d had to say. He was getting fed up with these L. A. women with their golden tits and asses. They were a goddamn pain.
As he returned to through the imitation french doors to rejoin the sea of faceless people surrounding the pool, he saw her. How long, he wondered, had she been sitting over there? The beer can chilled his hand. He knocked it back and took a long pull without taking his eyes off her. The icy liquid cascaded down his throat, and he asked himself what could he say to her that hadn’t already been said by ten thousand other muscle-headed beach apes. He continued to sip his beer and watch her, like he was stalking an animal. Using the others as shields, he carefully checked her out. She didn’t seem to be part of the party. With her looks that struck him as odd.
She was stretched out on a chaise lounge, well away from the crowd. A book lay alongside her chair. She was laying back, looking at the stars, seemingly oblivious to the loud music and raucous conversations. He watched her reach down and pick up her drink. She moved like a cat. Smooth and sure, graceful with no wasted motion. He liked that.
She was wearing a swimsuit that would never have stayed on her in the water. It left very little to his fertile imagination. He wished his sisters were at the party. They’d have thought this whole thing was a riot. Their little brother chasing a girl like this. Well, he’d show them. This girl would be worth the risks.
She was a tall girl. Her legs were long, shapely and well tanned. If anything, she shaded a bit to the plump side. But that didn’t bother him. His two sisters back east were obsessed with reducing their bustlines and trimming their hips. As far as he was concerned, they had see-through figures. He preferred a woman like his mother, with some meat on her bones.
This girl’s breasts were high and full. Any minute they might spill right out of her skimpy halter top. Her Bikini bottom revealed a tiny waist and taut hard belly. He couldn’t see her ass, but he was sure it was plump and as deliciously shaped as the rest of her. Her smooth thighs glistened in the soft light of the Japanese lanterns. It was hard to tell, but he thought her hair had a reddish cast to it. He didn’t know it then but bright sunlight transformed her hair, igniting it into a fiery mixture of amber and scarlet hues.
He drained his beer and tried to look casual as he sauntered over to her. He wondered what in the hell he could possibly say to this ravishing creature that wouldn’t drive her away or worse yet, make her yawn. Trying to look strong, he summoned every ounce of courage he had and stopped by her chair.
She slowly turned her head to look up at him. There was absolutely no fear in her eyes. When their eyes met, he found himself looking into the damndest emerald green eyes he’d ever seen. She seemed to be looking look right into his soul. Right then, he knew she knew and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. While he studied the faint scattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks, he was sure she knew. He had no idea how, but she knew. Unbelievable.
He was the youngest of three children. There were two older sisters, both of whom were still single and living with their mother in the east while he was trying to find his own way on the west coast. His parents had divorced years ago when the children were still quite young. Right after the divorce, his mother had become a virtual matriarch; assuming rigid control, making it quite clear now that their father was gone, that she, and not her children, would rule the roost. She reinforced her point with frequent old-fashioned applications of her long-handled hairbrush. She used it on all three of her childrens’ backsides as often as was necessary to maintain law and order in her home. When she was away, to his dismay, she’d turn him over to his two older sisters. Who did their level best to demonstrate the natural superiority of women. Between them he was kept well spanked right into his high school years.
He still remembered those years: dodging his sisters’ swats, running his hands and face through the hanging forest of bras, panties and nylons on his way to the bathroom, the loving relationship he had with his mother and two sisters. In spite of the ongoing strict discipline, they were a close knit family. In fact, while his mother did spank the girls often and hard, she tended to discipline him less. When he needed correction, she’d turn him over to one of his older sisters. While one of them spanked his skinny butt, the other two women would supervise, commenting on the effectiveness of the spanking. Tim had no idea how many times his sisters had taken him over their laps, either in earnest or because they just wanted to play house. The practice had gone on for years. When he was twenty, he decided he’d had enough of dominating females. He was ready to raise some hell and have some fun. He decided to try the west.
“Hello,” she said in an soft alto voice, looking up at him curiously.
“Hi, care to join the party? I’ll buy you a drink.”
She stretched her luscious body, extending her supple arms straight out in front of her, almost as if she was pushing him away. He wondered if she would yawn next, and that would be it. His eyes flicked to the deep valley between her exposed breasts. Her cleavage was so fine, as lovely as the rest of her. He could just make out the outline of her nipples through the stretchy fabric of her top. She took another sip of her drink and looked up at him again. Her look gave him a chill, in spite of the warm night. Now he was sure she knew – but how? She gave him the beginnings of a smile. Her voice was low and smooth. Sultry, he thought.
“No thanks. I’m content to stay right here. These parties bore me. I’d rather people watch.” Her mouth opened into a smile. “Would you like to join me?”
He almost choked. This was too easy. “S-Sure.” He awkwardly stuck out his hand. “I’m Tim Hale. I live in 410C. A-And you-“
She gave him a reassuring look and extended her hand, taking his in a surprisingly firm grip. “Felicity . . . Felicity Samson. I’m so sick of that music. Why don’t we go up to my place? Its much quieter . . . “
Nothing happened that night. Tim didn’t go to bed with her, he never even touched her. They had a couple of drinks and talked for several hours. Felicity seemed to have an amazing ability to understand him. He found it downright spooky. He surprised the hell out of himself by telling her more about himself than he’d ever told any other girl. He told her about his submissive relationship with his older sisters and his mother. Felicity had smiled while he blushed with embarrassment. She’d understood far more than he knew. She casually mentioned she had a sister too. She’d like him to meet her soon. By the time he left her apartment early that morning, he was in love.
They started to date. A few months later, he took her east to meet his family. It was a toe curling experience for him. His mother, who’d never had a problem saying exactly what she thought, came right to the point. At dinner in her home, she stood up and welcomed Felicity into the family as if they’d just announced their engagement. Felicity smiled and blushed like crazy. But he had to agree with his mother, she was the right girl. His two sisters took to her immediately. They told him they liked her cute, buxom shape. They thought she’d be a real handful in bed. Could he handle a woman like that? He was just cocky enough at the time to assure them she’d be putty in his hands.
“Right!” they chorused.
Soon after the trip, they announced their engagement. Six months later they were married. Mother and the girls couldn’t have been more pleased. Right after the wedding, his mother wrote a long letter to Felicity, saying now that they were married, there were certain things she really ought to know about her son. Not that there were any skeletons in their family closet, she went on, but . . .
The first few months were pure heaven. Felicity behaved like a starry-eyed bride. Naive enough (he thought) to believe he needed time each week for several games of poker, softball, and golf. It never occurred to him she might have been sitting at home, simply giving him all the rope he needed to hang himself with his extracurricular activities. He hadn’t learned there was a part of Felicity he hadn’t met yet. She was so sweet and understanding, he had no idea all hell was about to break loose and his domestic tranquility was going to go right out the window.
Felicity’s sister, Sarah looked a lot like her younger sister. If anything, Sarah might have been the prettier of the two. She had the same red hair, flashing green eyes, high plump breasts, luscious hips and firm golden thighs. The two sisters were extremely close. No one (including Tim) would ever split them up. They spent a lot of time together, shopping, doing girl things. Sarah, as it turned out, was instrumental in putting an end to Tim’s honeymoon.
Tim’s transformation began one Friday night right after he’d come home from work. He’d planned to grab a bite and head out to the driving range where he was going to hit a twilight bucket of balls. When he walked into the kitchen, Felicity wasn’t there, and there were none of the delicious cooking smells he was used to. The house was quiet – too quiet, he thought.
“Tim? . . . Come into the living room.”
It was Felicity. When he went in, he was surprised to find Sarah was there as well. The two sisters were sitting on the couch, Sarah had her arm around Felicity’s shoulder. Felicity had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy. She didn’t say anything, she just sat there, snuffling quietly to herself. He knew something was wrong, very wrong. Sarah told him to come in and sit down. She didn’t have to raise her voice. Her hard stare practically drove him into a chair. She spoke quietly.
“Felicity has had it, Tim. She’s fed up. Repeatedly, she’s asked you to spend time with her, and you’ve refused. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”
Tim didn’t know what to say. She had him. Sarah’s look softened for a second. She obviously didn’t expect a reply.
“We’ve been in touch with your mother. She suggested you be put back onto a regular spanking schedule.”
Sarah got off the couch. He couldn’t help but notice the outfits they were both wearing: short shorts, T-shirts, no bras. Sarah ignored his stare. She set her hands on her ample hips and looked down at him.
“The party’s over. You’re not going anywhere tonight except upstairs for a good . . . sound . . . paddling. Tomorrow morning you’re going on Felicity’s schedule: laundry and several other projects. From now on she’ll plan each day for you. And when you misbehave, you’ll be spanked, and spanked hard!”
Tim was shocked into silence. He realized he knew it had to end. There was probably no way it could have continued. Felicity got up and stood next to her sister. Her calm demeanor and quiet tone surprised him. She seemed to be slipping into a new role herself, taking him in her stride, like it had been planned this way. He thought about his family. They’d never intended to release him.
“Go straight to our bedroom and strip. We’ll be up shortly.”
His head was spinning. We? Damn! Is Sarah invited too? He felt so ashamed, his face turned beet-red. Without a word, he meekly went upstairs and undressed. But he was uncomfortable with his sister-in-law seeing him naked. So he left his briefs on. The hell with it, he thought.
A few minutes later, the two women entered the bedroom, Sarah had a paddle in her hand. Felicity looked at him and frowned.
“Get out of those shorts,” she said. “Your disobedience is going to cost you.”
He pulled down his briefs and stood naked in front of them, ashamed and blushing like a schoolboy. His cock hung small and useless, as if it too was embarrassed and ashamed of itself in the presence of two such imposing women. But they had little regard for the state of his manhood. There were more pressing matters to be dealt with. Felicity held back and let her sister take control. She ordered him to lay face down on the bed, with his legs hung over the side. He did as he was told. His butt felt like a living target. Sarah ran her hand over his cheeks.
“H-m-m-m, I haven’t spanked such a handsome male bottom since my days as a governess.”
He heard the paddle whistle through the air and grabbed the bedclothes. The paddle landed with a burning hot smack across his buttocks. It hurt like hell, his sisters had never spanked him so hard.
“SMACK! . . . CRACK! . . . We’ll teach you . . . CRACK! . . . THWACK! . . . .the meaning of obedience . . . .SPLAT! . . . SPLAT! . . . CRACK! . . . SMACK! . . . When Felicity speaks, . . . SMACK! . . . CRACK! . . . you’ll jump . . . SPLAT! . . . SPLAT! . . . SMACK! . . . CRACK! . . . or pay the price! . . . THWACK! . . . THWACK! . . . SMACK! . . . SPLAT! . . . “
The paddle was being expertly applied by Sarah. Tim hadn’t known she was already a full blown disciplinarian with years of experience. While in high school, she’d been employed as a governess for three very naughty children. She’d frequently had to use her hand and hairbrush on her young charges to correct their misbehavior. As President of her college sorority, at one time or another, she’d spanked or paddled every coed in her sorority. She’d learned to wield the heavy paddle with both hands, alternately paddling both cheeks and upper thighs. She admired the way his well-muscled cheeks jiggled and shook with each smack. She gave Felicity an approving look. Tim had a very spankable backside. It would stand up very well to extended spanking sessions.
Tim sighed and gasped, trying his best to hold off any verbal response or sign of weakness as long he could. He was determined not to break down like he’d used to when his sisters and mother had spanked him. In spite of the searing pain, or perhaps because of it, he felt himself beginning to grow. At least that hasn’t changed, he thought. Sarah gave him a particularly hard smack laid squarely across his flaming cheeks.
“Omigod!” he yipped. “P-Please . . . SMACK! . . . SPLAT! . . . S-Sar-ah . . . CRACK! . . . I’ll d-do what . . . CRACK! . . . SPLAT! . . . O-o-o-g-h, p-p-please . . . SMACK! . . . CRACK! . . . THWACK! . . . SPLAT! . . . SPLAT! . . . A-a-a-e-e-g-h! . . . “
Sarah smiled. she was getting exactly the response she’d hoped. He was going to be malleable and submissive. He would be perfect for Felicity. She continued to apply stroke after stroke to his burning buttocks. Each spank was beginning to feel like a blow torch being played over his backside. She applied thirty-five strokes before she finally stopped and gave the gleaming paddle to her sister.
“Give him thirty more just like that.”
When Felicity picked up the paddle, only Sarah could see the bright gleam in her eye. He had no way of knowing she too was no stranger to the paddle and had been looking forward to this moment since the day they were married. She’d wanted to start spanking immediately, but Sarah had suggested she wait until the right moment to subvert him with her dominance. Felicity had reluctantly agreed. Her mother had encouraged her to follow in her sister’s footsteps and work her way through high school as a governess. The woman who employed her had liked her firm handling of her children so well, she’d kept Felicity on as their governess and disciplinarian through four years of college. It had been excellent training for both girls. They were well prepared to assume their roles as dominant women.
“SPLAT! . . . THWACK! . . . SMACK! . . . SPLAT! . . . Naughty . . . naughty . . . boy, . . . SMACK! . . . CRACK! . . . THWACK! . . . THWACK! . . . Now you’re under . . . THWACK! . . . THWACK! . . . my domain and . . . CRACK! . . . CRACK! . . . SMACK! . . . you’ll do EXACTLY . . . SPLAT! . . . AS . . . SPLAT! . . . I . . . SPLAT! . . . SAY!! . . . THWACK! . . . CRACK! . . . SMACK! . . . SMACK! . . . or else! . . . SPLAT! . . . “
“Yes, F-Fel-l-icity, . . . THWACK! . . . CRACK! . . . SMACK! . . . I’ll . . . obey y-you . . . .SPLAT! . . . SPLAT! . . . O-o-o-g-h! . . . A-a-e-e-g-h . . . CRACK! . . . SMACK! . . . SMACK! . . . SPLAT! . . . Y-i-i-e-e-g-h . . . SPLAT! . . . “
Felicity applied the paddle with even more vigor than Sarah had. Over the years, his backside had been well conditioned to spanking by his mother and sisters, but he was in no shape to take the punishment these two were meting out. She sank the heavy paddle repeatedly into his reddened cheeks. Each stroke left another fresh imprint on his backside. He was beginning to think he couldn’t take one more application of the paddle when she finally stopped and laid the paddle on the bed beside him.
In a quiet voice, she said, “Welcome to our world, Tim. You can never go back to the way things were. From now on, I’m in charge.”
As he looked at her through eyes brimming with tears, he thought he saw a fleeting glimpse of compassion in her eyes and then it disappeared. He was filled with mixed feelings. Even though his ass was on fire, he grudgingly had to admit it did feel good to be spanked like a naughty little boy again. His penis agreed – it stood hard and erect as he got up off the bed.
Felicity looked coyly at his erection and told him he ought to be ashamed of himself. “Perhaps,” she said, “your penis needs a spanking too.” She looked at her sister. “Sarah would you like to spank my naughty husband’s arrogant penis?”
Sarah nodded with delight and began to lightly hand spank his erect penis. Her slaps only made it bigger and redder than it already was. Her hands on his penis and her plump jiggling breasts right in front of him were driving him crazy. He could not keep his eyes off her exposed breasts. They were so full and soft, they drew him into their warmth. Every time she moved her arms, they’d jiggle and quiver.
Felicity stood back with an amused expression and watched the spectacle, her green eyes were flashing with excitement. This was a game Sarah loved; a submissive male at her complete disposal. She wasn’t married. She preferred to keep her dominant role playing on a live-in rather than a marital basis. Felicity had always thought if she ever did marry, she’d be an awesome domestic disciplinarian. She could see Tim’s penis was getting close. She drew herself up, set her hands on her hips and thrust her ample bosom right at him.
“Tod, stop staring at my sister’s bosom. Haven’t we paddled you enough for one night? . . . I’m putting you in the guest room tonight . . . Sarah and I will sleep in the master bedroom.”
He caught the look of excitement that passed between them as Felicity led him down the hall to the guest bedroom. A long cotton night dress had been laid out on the bed. He looked at it with disbelief.
“Things have changed, young lady! You’ll put this on, and then I’m putting you to bed until six tomorrow morning. I don’t want to hear one peep out of you or you’ll get the hairbrush. I won’t need my sister’s help either.”
She slipped the long gown over his head, and just to prove she was still in charge, gave him a good swat on his bare ass. It was clear to him she was relishing her dominant role. When she shut the door behind her, he fell asleep almost immediately. He slept soundly until midnight. He woke up to hear faint sounds drifting into the room.
He thought he could hear Felicity sighing and whispering. It sounded like she and her sister were having a terrific time in bed together. It didn’t really shock him. His sisters had done the same thing, both with him and without him. Listening intently now, he could just make out Sarah’s voice, soft and comforting. He slipped out of bed and tip-toed down the darkened hallway to the master bedroom. His heart was thudding so hard his head was pounding. His pulsating penis, with an excitement all its own, tented out the front of his night dress.
He listened as long as he dared, barely able to stand the steady stream of murmurs, whispers and soft little gasps. The bed squeaked with the shifting weight of their bodies. How he wished he were there, pressed between their soft warm bodies. Sarah’s voice was barely a whisper. He strained to hear, trying to catch every syllable as his hand went to the glossy engorged head of his penis.
” . . . M-m-m-m-m . . . sweet sister . . . your tongue . . . my lips . . . Oh . . . that’s . . . yes-s-s . . . m-m-m-m h-m-m-m . . . keep . . . up . . . Felicity, . . . a-a-a-a-g-h-h . . . “
He heard Sarah’s gentle sob, and Felicity’s muffled giggle as he emptied his manhood into the folds of his night gown. The girls continued their lovemaking with renewed vigor, but he was through. His passion slaked for the moment, his buttocks came back on fire again. Drained, exhausted, and still hurting, he went back to bed and within minutes was dead to the world.
The next morning, Felicity woke him at six with a long lingering kiss and the soft pressure of her breasts brushing across his face. She was wearing her usual Saturday attire: faded jeans, T-shirt, no bra. She looked radiant. He’d never seen her more smug and self-satisfied. She positively glowed. He decided it must have been some night with Sarah. It made him feel decidedly inferior.
Right after breakfast, while Sarah watched her, he received his first over-the-lap spanking from his wife. She made him stand quietly in front of her while she lectured him about listening to her orders. It was, she said, his first lesson in obedience training.
She sat primly on a living room chair while she delivered a stern lecture on proper husbandly subservience. Then she took him over her lap and gave him a good ten minute spanking with her wooden hairbrush on his still bright red and bare backside. The two of women continued to spank him throughout the day. Sometimes they hand spanked him. Other times they used the hairbrush. He was grateful they didn’t use the paddle again. (He didn’t know Felicity had one of her own ordered.)
A few weeks later, Felicity invited Tim’s two sisters to come out and spend a few days. They immediately accepted her invitation. When they arrived, they were delighted to see she had assumed complete control. They complimented her on how well she’d domesticated their little brother, sweetly asking when she’d be putting him into a proper maid’s uniform.
Felicity gave them a reassuring smile. She told them, thanks to their mother’s advice, she was already shopping for uniforms, bras, panties, hose and shoes. Perhaps she’d have him in uniform at their next visit. Tim watched their eyes light up. They couldn’t wait to see him completely feminized. They’d loved dressing him in bras and panties at home and then spanking him on his pantied bottom. Seeing the concern on his face, Felicity patted his hand and told him not to worry. That didn’t make Tim feel any better.
Felicity prepared a festive dinner for Tim’s sisters on the night before they had to leave. She invited Sarah too, who promised to wear something very dressy. Both girls exchanged their faded jeans for devastatingly feminine outfits. When Tim saw them in their new outfits, it was apparent they weren’t dressing for him. They were dressing for each other and for his sisters. He wasn’t even a bit player in this feminine fashion parade.
Sarah arrived wearing a body-hugging, black jersey top and a straight khaki skirt. The soft jersey clung to her bare breasts, emphasizing their melon-like fullness. Her erect nipples thrust themselves through the thin black fabric. The scoop neckline dipped so low the better part of her breasts were on display. The jet-black fabric sharply contrasted with the milky-soft hue of her breasts and the deep cleft between them. Her tightly-fitted khaki skirt showed off her small waist, full hips and derriere.
Not to be outdone by her older sister, Felicity was wearing a sheer, red silk blouse and new skin-tight indigo denim jeans. She’d knotted the loose ends of her blouse together under her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Her blouse front was unbuttoned right down to the knot, exposing her deep cleavage and creamy breasts. Her plump breasts tried to burst through the red silk, straining for release within the taut silken confines of her blouse. Her jeans fitted tightly across her hips and backside. All eyes were on her when she entered or left the room. Tim’s sisters couldn’t get enough of the outfits. They enjoyed the tits and ass display as much as he did.
After dinner, Felicity invited the ladies into the living room for an after dinner cognac and what she called a domestic discipline demonstration. While Tim served drinks, she left the room. When she returned, she was carrying her glossy-backed hairbrush. She sat on the edge of her big wing-back chair and beckoned to Tim.
He reluctantly went to her, knowing he was going to get it good this time, right in front of his sisters. They always enjoyed watching a good spanking – even if it was one of them. Felicity took down his pants and briefs. Without a word she swung him over her navy denim thighs and held him tightly. When his sisters raised their eye brows at his cheeks covered with dark pink splotches, Felicity told them she’d already spanked him once today. The two sisters had to come over and pinch his cheeks. They agreed he’d been well-spanked, but they thought he could take more – much more. Felicity agreed. Smiling with anticipation, they finally sat down.
Felicity didn’t hold back. She hairbrushed her husband for a solid twenty minutes. When she was finished, Sarah and his sisters
applauded her performance. Tim lay still across her lap, quietly blubbering, red-faced and ashamed. If he’d had any vestige of resistance left in him at all, it disappeared during that spanking. When he slid off her lap, he was hers.
After everyone had gone, Felicity took Tim upstairs to bed. Undressing him like one of the children she’d governed in high school, she gave him a long hot bath. While she bathed him, making sure she thoroughly lathered his private parts and his burning buttocks, she scolded him like he was a little boy. She told him he’d better start behaving or she’d march him over to Sarah’s for a session with her razor strop. Sarah, she said, was wondering when she’d be allowed to lay that strop across his backside. The trouble was, when she started stropping, she never knew when to stop. It would be a painful lesson in obedience training for him. Terrified, he promised he’d behave. Nodding her approval, Felicity towelled him dry and took him to bed.
For starters that night, she let him bury his face between her thighs. She’d taught him to go slowly and gently as he wormed his way into her. It always made her moan with pleasure. Gradually as she approached her first splendid orgasm, her back arched high off the bed. Tim drove deeper, bringing on the next orgasm and then another.
His rigid manhood was only inches from her lips. He slowly lowered himself, hoping tonight she’d take him for the first time. To his glorious surprise, she did. He could feel the soft warmth of her mouth wrapping around his swelling bulb. Unbeknownst to him, it was as exquisite for her as it was for him. She closed her lips and began to draw him out. Before he came, he tried to pull away from her, but she wouldn’t let him. She grabbed his hips and held him firmly.
He shuddered and emptied himself into her. She took everything he gave her and would have taken more, if he’d had it to offer. She slid out from underneath him and got on top. Straddling him with her thighs, she let her breasts drop into his bird-like mouth.
“Once more for your mamma,” she whispered.
Engulfed and smothered in the warmth of her flesh, his penis quickly hardened again and throbbed steadily against her thigh. Like a mother hen settling on her brood, she spread her thighs and lowered her hips, forcing his rigid penis into her. She warned him to be still, not to move one muscle. Clamped tightly around his penis, she began to slowly pump his loins while she let him fondle and nurse her silky breasts. When he came the second time, it was even better than the first. As he jetted into her, she pressed him tightly to her breasts, kissing the top of his head for a long time.
He’d never forget what she whispered to him afterwards as he fell back exhausted on the bed.
“I love you, Tim . . . But you must obey me in all things.” In the darkness, he could barely see the faint smile on her face.
That was a few years ago. And nothing has changed since. Felicity still wears the pants in her home. When she or Sarah speaks, Tim jumps. He knows he’ll get it if he doesn’t. Sarah did introduce him to her razor strop. And Felicity has her own as well. While she sees to it that he gets all of the discipline he needs, their love life has never been better. She still has occasional afternoon trysts with Sarah, but he’s learned to live with that. When they go to bed afterwards, she tells him what they did together. It always enhances their lovemaking. And she’s told him, perhaps one day soon, he’ll be invited to lay between them. He doesn’t think it can get any better than that.
