My Master's Master, Conclusion By sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com I meet my master's master Parts one and two of this story can be found in Diana's Library, Miscellaneous Thirty-Two. ______________________________________________________ If someone would have told me a week ago that I'd be banished to the guest room of my own house with instructions to remain quiet until the next morning, I wouldn't have believed it. If that same someone told me that I'd be so banished because my wife/master was busy entertaining her new girlfriend, I would have thought that person absurd. Yet that is exactly the position I found myself in. Megan, my beautiful, feminine, sexy yet incredibly strong wife let me know in no uncertain terms that it would be detrimental to my health to interrupt her and Laurie during their night of passion. That wasn't even counting the reaction that Laurie might have, and according to my super-strong wife, Laurie was even stronger than her! This is why Laurie was the boss of their relationship. So here I was, a veritable prisoner forced to sit idly by while my wife, my world, my master was passing off my pot roast as her own and trying to impress the woman that she now considered HER master. I was torn over what to do. Don't get me wrong, I had no intention of disobeying my wife and making my presence in the guest room known. I'm not that brave. The thing that had me torn was whether or not to press my ear to the door to try and hear what was going on, or to do my best to ignore them and put it out of my mind. I quickly realized that putting it out of my mind was impossible. On the other hand, I didn't really want to listen in because I knew that the sound of Megan fawning all over the other woman would be too much to take. I ended up putting on headphones and listening to instrumental music while I caught up on some of my reading. Under the circumstances, it seemed like the least worst option. Later that night I took off the headphones long enough to hear my wife's lover yell, "Who are you?" only to hear my wife answer, "I'm your bitch!" They repeated this several times getting louder each time until they simultaneously screamed out the loudest expression of orgasmic ecstasy I'd ever heard. They screamed so loud that I'm pretty sure the neighbors across the street heard them as well. I'd never heard my wife scream with such intensity before. I knew that I had never brought her that much pleasure. It was so loud that it shattered my heart. At this point, I turned out the lights and laid there in the dark worrying about my future. On the one hand, Megan swore that she still loved me. On the other, she admitted that she was addicted to fucking Laurie and that, if Laurie insisted, she would dump me. I still had one hope, however: according to Megan, Laurie had many other girlfriends and didn't seem interested in settling on just one. Still, I feared that once shed spent the night with my incomparable Megan that no other lover would be good enough. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that I was going to lose Megan forever. If this happened, surely my life would be over. Where else would I ever find a woman like Megan whose remarkable beauty and astounding power filled me with so much erotic pleasure that I'd gladly spent the last several years as her devoted slave? I don't know how long these thoughts swirled around in my head before I became aware of a sound like the whimper of a lost pup. Imagine my surprise when I realized that the sound was coming from me. Then, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening! I'm sure that my heart stopped beating! I hunkered down in the bed much too afraid to breathe. "Who's in here?" I heard a strange voice whisper. Oh my God! It was Laurie, the woman who was even stronger than my supergirl wife. If I've ever felt greater terror, I surely don't remember. A flick of the switch next to the door and the room was filled with the radiance of the overhead light. I cringed in the bed, my face half covered with the bedspread, too terrified to speak. "You must be the husband," a surprisingly pleasant voice spoke out, "I wondered where the princess was hiding you. I'm Laurie." ". . . ," I replied. "What's the matter, the cat got your tongue?" she asked in an open and friendly manner. Somehow managing to find my voice I pleaded, "Please, don't tell Megan that you heard me. She'll...." I started to say that she'll punish me, but then thought I didn't want to reveal that much information to a stranger. "She won't like it," I said. Walking into the room and closing the door behind her she said, "Shoot, don't worry about the princess. She's sound asleep. I think she's kind of worn out if you know what I mean." I had absolutely no response to this. Laurie continued, "I was just making my way to the kitchen to see if there was any of that pot roast left when I thought I heard a noise coming from behind this door." Still I had nothing to say. "Were you, excuse me for asking, but were you whimpering?" "Yes." "What for?" she asked. "Maybe it has something to do with my wife fucking someone else," I said. I wasn't sure if it was safe to be talking to Laurie this way, but I couldn't believe she'd asked me that question. "Oh, shoot, Hubby, that's nothing to cry about. It doesn't mean anything." "It does to me," I said quietly. "I love my wife very much." "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm sure she loves you very much too," she said. "You have to understand something; her fucking me doesn't change how she feels about you." "Oh no?" Then I told her about the conversation I'd had with my wife the night before -- the one in which she admitted that she would dump me if her new lover insisted. Laurie seemed truly troubled by this. She walked over and sat at the foot of the bed. "First, why would you even ask her a question like that? First rule of questions, Hubby, don't ask it if you aren't prepared to live with the answer. Second, why would I tell her to dump a man who makes the best damn pot roast I've ever had?" "She told you I prepared dinner?" "Not exactly, but, I was pretty sure someone else did the cooking. No offence, but cooking a dinner like that isn't exactly the princess's style." "Why do you keep calling my wife the princess?" "It's just a little pet name I have for her; don't you think it suits her?" I had to admit that it did. "Why? What do you call her?" "Master," I said in a low voice. "Yeah, I think I'll stick with the princess." A strange thing was happening. I found myself smiling. I was actually starting to like this woman. I could understand what Megan saw in her. She had a big personality and a kind of presence. I could easily imagine her instantly taking over any room that she walked into. She was nowhere close to as beautiful as Megan, but she was quite pretty. She was around 5'6" which was a good four inches shorter than Megan, but she had bigger muscles. I later found out that her biceps were 16", her thighs 24" and her calves 15" so she was definitely a muscular woman. However, she still looked quite feminine. She had large, firm breasts -- smaller than Megan's but certainly D-cups. Her eyes were big and brown and penetrating with long natural lashes. Her oval face in general had soft feminine features -- not at all the gaunt masculine features that female bodybuilders sometimes have. Whereas Megan's body was toned, Laurie's was ripped with clearly defined abs and all those other wonderful feminine muscles. Plus, I have to say that her tight, bubble of an ass might actually give Megan's some competition. She was dressed in a short robe that she borrowed from Megan that was stretched out by her wider shoulders. The only other clothing she had on was a pair of red silk panties that didn't quite cover her ass cheeks that were clearly visible since the robe didn't quite reach that far. The thing I noticed about her that really surprised me was how young she looked. I doubted if she was old enough to legally enter a bar. This thought caused me to get a picture in my mind of some hapless bouncer making the mistake of trying to eject her. Boy, would he be in for a surprise! Again, despite myself, I smiled. "See, isn't that better?" Laurie said, "You're smiling now; isn't that a whole lot better than crying?" "Yes," I admitted. "I tell you something else, Hubby, you got a real nice smile. If I wasn't a lesbian through-and-through, I might suggest that you and I go wake the princess up for a little threesome." "Have you ever been with a man?" I asked. "No, have you?" I'm pretty sure this was her way of heading off the follow-up question of how she knew she didn't like it if she's never tried it. This girl was sharp! "Megan told me that you have quite a few, uh, girlfriends," I said cautiously. "You mean my bitches? Yeah, I've got about thirty or thirty-five give or take. Some are a regular weekly thing, some are less often." "My God! How old are you?" "Nineteen. And I know what you're thinking, how could someone so young have so many lovers? But you have to understand, I started collecting them when I was fourteen. Also, thirty-five isn't so much when you consider that some of them are a group thing. For example, I got a set of twins that I always fuck as a pair. Then there are the sisters of the Delta House; I never know exactly how many are going to join in when I pay them a visit." "Still..." I sputtered. "Well, what am I supposed to do? I've only been really good at two things my whole life. One is picking up heavy objects, and the other is really satisfying girls in the sack. Is it my fault that once I fuck 'em they always -- and I mean always -- beg for more? "Are all of your girlfriends strong like Megan? "No. I have to say that she surprised me. She's not as strong as me, of course, but she comes closer than anyone else ever has. Its nice being with someone that you don't have to worry so much about breaking in two." "I'm glad my wife could be of service," I said sarcastically. "Heh, that's pretty good. You know, I'm beginning to like you, Hubby!" I wasn't quite ready to admit that the feeling was mutual so I continued asking questions. "Why do you call them bitches? Don't they find that demeaning?" "Do you find it demeaning to call the princess master?" "No, but-- " "But that's between you and the princess, right? It's no one else's business, right? Besides, I don't call them that in a bad way. You're older than me so maybe you don't understand that my generation has sort of embraced the B word. I only call them that to remind them who the queen-bee of this hive is. If any of them object, I haven't heard about it." I couldn't help but remember that Megan sure didn't seem to object a few hours ago. I was beginning to feel upset again. Laurie must have sensed this because she abruptly changed the subject. "Are you hungry? I'm starving!" Suddenly feeling very nervous that Megan would find out I'd disobeyed her, I said, "There's plenty of food in the kitchen. Please, help yourself." "Aren't you coming?" "No... I'd better not. Megan wouldn't like it." "Don't worry about that; I'll take care of the princess." Then she stood up and effortlessly threw me over her shoulder. "Besides, she can't get mad at you if I don't give you a choice can she?" I wasn't sure, but I guess I was about to find out. Laurie put me down when we got to the kitchen. "What would you like for breakfast?" I asked. "What are the choices?" "Let's see... we've got eggs, bacon, sausage, grapefruit; or I could whip us up some biscuits or some blueberry pancakes." "Sounds good!" she said. Megan wasn't joking. This girl loved to eat. However, she wasn't content to just sit there while I did all the work. She actually pitched in and helped. This was a new experience for me, and I must say, I didn't hate it. As we broke eggs, mixed batter and fried pork products, we continued chatting. She told me several interesting things about herself. For one thing, she told me that she required very little sleep. That's one of the reasons she was able to juggle so many lovers. She also told me what she did for a living. She had her own website where she sold downloads of herself performing super-human feats of strength. She said that she made a very comfortable living this way and that she only had to work about ten hours a week. She explained that there were a lot of men and women who loved watching sexy girls lift heavy objects. Of course, she didn't have to convince me. "It's not a bad way to make a living if you don't mind that most of your customers think you're a special effect." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Most people assume that what I'm doing is pretend. There are other websites like mine that show skinny girls in bikinis and high heels lifting fake weights, so most people figure mine must be phony, too. But all the feats of strength on my website are one hundred percent real." "Is that what you wear? Bikinis, I mean?" "Yeah, that or lingerie and things like that. And my Wonder Woman costumes real popular. Why? Don't you think I have the figure for it?" "You've got a great figure," I answered truthfully. "I mean, I know my figure isn't as good as the princess. Damn, doesn't she have some gravity defying tits?" "Yes. Yes, she does." "Say, it doesn't bother you that I talk about your wife like that, does it?" "Would it matter if it did?" "Well, I wouldn't like to think that I'm hurting your feelings." "Thank you for that, Laurie. To answer your question, strangely enough, it doesn't bother me. You'd think it would, but it doesn't." The more I got to know Laurie, the harder I found it to dislike or be jealous of her. Being jealous seemed especially futile. Laurie was like a force of nature, and it just didn't make sense to be jealous of a hurricane. "Good; because I'll tell you something, some of my other bitches have bigger tits than the princess -- like those twins I told you about. They both have one hundred percent real tits that are waaay bigger than the princess. But I've never seen a pair as big as hers that stood up by themselves like that." "Well, now that we've got that settled," I said, "Sit down. The eggs and the first batch of blueberry pancakes is ready, and the bacon and sausage are on the way." "Good, I'm starving. I'll be right back. I just have to make a quick trip to the little girls room." I turned back to the griddle and scooped up five pancakes for Laurie. I figured that would at least get her started. I was thinking that I needed to get the butter out of the fridge and microwave the syrup for a minute to warm it up. "What are you doing out of your room!?" It was Megan. I put down the plate I was holding and slowly turned around. "Good morning, Honey," I said trying to sound chipper and nonchalant. "I thought I'd be a good host make us all some breakfast. As you can see, everything's on the menu." I could see her hands balling up into fists. "I thought I made it very clear that you were to remain in the guest room until Laurie was gone. Wasn't I clear about the consequences of disobeying me?" You? Master? but, you see-- " "So what in the hell are you doing in the kitchen? Who said you could leave your room?" "I did." Laurie was standing in the kitchen door. "Do you have a problem with that, Princess?" "No," Megan said in an almost inaudible voice. "What was that? I didn't hear you," said Laurie. "No," she said louder. Then she asked, "How did you discover that he was here?" "I got bored when you were asleep so I explored the house. I opened the door to the spare bedroom, and there he was. We've been getting to know each other ever since. Isn't that right, Hubby?" "Y-Y-Yes," I stammered. I couldn't tell if Megan was buying this explanation. A pregnant pause followed with Laurie finally breaking the tense silence. "C'mon, Princess, strap on the feedbag. Hubby and I have been cooking all morning." For the next hour or so, as strange as it may seems, I sat down and enjoyed breakfast with my beautiful wife and her pretty girlfriend. We talked. We laughed. We ate. I did my fair share of the talking and laughing, but I couldn't hold a candle to either of them when it came to the eating. Finally, when we finished, Laurie volunteered Megan and herself to not only do the breakfast dishes but to also do the dishes from the night before. Despite my insistence that doing dishes was my job, Laurie refused to hear of it, and miraculously, Megan silently went along. For the first time ever in my married life, I sat down and ambled through the morning paper while someone else did the dishes! When they finished, Laurie announced that it was time for her to be on her way. Megan repeatedly implored Laurie to stay just a little longer until Laurie finally cut her off with a firm "Enough!" It was so strange for me to see Megan, who I was used to seeing in charge, meekly acquiesce to someone else. I guess everyone answers to someone -- everyone except Laurie. Then Megan began to try to get Laurie to commit herself to coming back next Friday. Finally Laurie said, "I'll come back for sure on one condition." Megan and I both paused. Laurie looked and me and asked, "Hubby, how's your fried chicken?" "It puts Colonel Sanders to shame!" I replied. "And it's even better with my mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits and fresh corn-on-the-cob!" "Then fry me up a couple of birds with all the trimmings, along whatever you two think you might want to eat, and I'll see you next Friday at 6:30 sharp." Megan squealed -- actually squealed -- with delight. I have to admit that I was pleased as well. After Laurie left, Megan turned to me and said, "See I told you that you would like her if you got a chance to know her." She said this as if that had been her plan all along. She left out the part wherein she threatened to put me in the hospital if I dared stepped one toe out of the guest room. Knowing a good deal when I saw it, I just smiled and said, "What can I say? When you're right, you're right, Honey." Later that afternoon, I was working in the vegetable garden in our back yard. Megan had gone on some errand. I was just getting ready to go in and start making dinner, but decided first to take a quick shower to wash off the grime of the back yard. While I was in the shower, I could hear Megan in the bedroom moving things around. When I got out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel, Megan said, "Baby, come here; I want you to see something." Imagine my delight when I stepped into the bedroom and saw my beautiful, sexy, powerful supergirl of a wife standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a gold bikini flexing both of her biceps! "Do my muscles look sexy to you?" she asked in a little girl voice. My dick instantly raised a tent in my towel. "I guess that answers my question," she giggled still using her little girl voice. "But I want to hear you say it, Baby." "I think you have the sexiest muscles in the world, Master." "Is that all you like about me?" "Of course not, Master," I said as I took a step towards her. "Stay where you are," she instructed. "What else do you like about me?" As she said this, she relaxed her muscles and did a graceful pirouette. "Where do I begin?" I asked. She turned around and wiggled her spectacular ass. Looking over her shoulder she asked, "What do you think of that?" "It's... it's magnificent, Master." "Would you like to kiss it? I might let you if you beg." "Oh, please, Master, please." "Please, what?" "Please let me kiss your magnificent ass. Please, I'm begging you," I said as I fell to my knees. "Very well, Slave, you may kiss each cheek ten times." Gratefully, I crawled over to my master, losing my towel in the process, and tenderly kissed each of her ass cheeks ten times. Then she flexed her arms again. "Are you sure my muscles are big enough," she asked. "They're only fourteen inches," she said with a pout. "May I kiss them?" I asked. "Not yet. First, let me show you what my muscles can do." She seductively walked over to a corner of the bedroom where I noticed for the first time various weights and other strength equipment. First she picked up a barbell without any weights loaded on to it. She walked over to me still on my knees, stood over me, and took a wide grip on the bar. Then she spread her shapely, long legs apart and said, "Do you think a beautiful woman like me can bend this steel bar?" "I know you can." "Oh, silly, how is that possible? How could a sweet little girl like me hope to bend this thick steel bar?" "You can do it because you have incredible super-strength." "Would you like to see little ol me use her sexy muscles and her incredible super- strength to bend this bar in half?" she asked in a husky whisper followed by a sexy bite of her lower lip. "God, yes," I panted. "Then watch this," she said as she effortlessly bent the bar completely in half. Then she handed it to me. "Bend that back for me, Baby." "Master, you know I can't." "How do you know if you don't try?" So I tried and failed. She gently took the bar from me and said, "But it's so easy. All it takes is a little feminine muscle." She then proceeded to bend the bar back into an almost straight position. "See? Now why couldn't you do that?" "Because I'm not as strong as you, Master" "Wait," she said as she bent down and picked me up, "I could hardly hear you all the way down there. What did you say?" "I said I'm not as strong as you?" "You mean you, a man, are not as strong as a woman?" "Of course not, Master. You're much, much stronger than any man." "That's right I am. That's what makes me the master of this relationship, isn't it?" "Yes, Master." "Say it," she demanded. "You're the master of this relationship because you're much, much stronger than me or any other man," I dutifully stated. "Don't you wish you possessed half of my awesome strength?" she chided. "Yes, but only half," I replied. "So you like it that your wife is sooo much stronger than you?" "Yes, of course, Master." She gently set me on my feet. Once again she flexed her biceps and said, "You may kiss my muscles now." "Oh, thank you, Master," I said and I kissed and licked first one bicep and then the other. "Now, go over and sit on the edge of the bed," she instructed. "I want to show you something." She went back over to the corner with the strength equipment and stood next to a large concrete ball. "Do you know what this is? she asked. "It looks like one of those Atlas Stones from the strong man competitions." "Exactly," she said, "This is the heaviest one. It weighs 160 kg or approximately 352lbs." She bent over and picked it up! She held it as light as a normal woman her shape and size would hold a beach ball. In fact, in her bikini, that's what she reminded me of, a sexy beach bunny posing with a beach ball. She walked over towards the bed. This made me a little nervous because I was afraid that she might forget how much it weighed and try to hand it to me or something. She got to within a few inches of me and then shifted all the weight of the Atlas Stone to just one hand. "Does this turn you on," she asked? "Yes, Master." "What about this?" As she spoke she began to pump the three hundred plus weight up and down over her head with one hand. "Yes! Yes, master." With her free hand she tore off her bikini top freeing her amazing feminine flesh orbs. "Worship my tits!" she demanded. "Worship my tits as I pump this rock up and down over my head." My lust for her tits was stronger than my fear of being accidentally crushed so I did as I was told. I licked, I kissed, I sucked, I nibbled, I fondled and caressed. Then amazingly, she used her free hand to scoop me up in her powerful arm and raised me up until my penis was level with her mouth. Next she pulled me close and took my penis in her mouth and began moving me back and forth. Incredibly, she continued pumping the heavy rock up and down over her head while she gave ME head! It was the most amazing ride of my life. When she could tell I was about to explode -- the nanosecond before the point of no return -- she threw me on to the bed and gently placed the Atlas Stone on the floor. She ripped off her bikini bottoms and started to seductively climb onto the bed and on top of me. "Who's your master?" she asked. "You are." "Who's your sweet muscle goddess, your supergirl, the object of your worship?" "You are." "Do you love more than anything else in the world?" "More than I love my own life," I replied just before her tongue found its way to my mouth and we both realized that the time for talking was over. The next few days went by in their normal fashion. Megan and I didn't talk about Laurie until Thursday during dinner. "What did you and Laurie talk about when you were alone together?" Megan asked. "Oh, we talked about this and that, a little bit of everything. Did you know that she has her own website?" "Yes," she replied. "Have you been on it?" I asked. "Did the two of you talk about me?" she asked abruptly. "Well, sure your name came up. After all, you're the main thing she and I have in common." "What did she say about me?" "Lets see.... She complimented your breasts." "What did you say?" "I agreed that you have spectacular, gravity-defying breasts," I answered flirtatiously. "No, not that, what ELSE did you say about me?" She was starting to become visibly agitated. "I don't really remember," I answered honestly, "Nothing bad if that's what you're worried about. Oh! I asked her why she kept referring to you as the princess." "What did she say?" "All she said was that it suited you. Now, Honey, don't get all worked up over nothing. I don't think she meant it in a bad way. I think she meant that you're regal and grand." She looked at me suspiciously. "Honey, surely you know that I would never say anything bad about you. First of all, you know that I think you're the most beautiful, most wonderful woman in the world. Second, I wouldn't have the guts." I tried to say this last part as if it were a joke. "Does it bother you that I'm no longer the strongest woman you know?" She truly sounded insecure. I was aware that finding out about Laurie had somewhat shaken Megan's self-confidence. Until now I didn't realize how much. "Honey, of course not," I said. I got up from my seat and went over to her. I sat down in her lap, kissed her tenderly on the cheek and said, "I don't care if she can lift more weight than you can, you're still MY supergirl. Besides, its not your strength that makes me love you." I smiled and said, "That's only the thing that makes me fear you." "Good! And you'll continue to fear me if you know what's good for you!" Then she thought about it for a second and said, "From now on, I don't want you talking to Laurie about me." "But, Honey, like I said, its not like she and I have a lot else to talk about." "Then don't talk to her at all," she said pointedly. "But, Honey, I thought you liked it that were friendly with one another." "But, Honey," she mocked. "I don't want you talking to her about me. I mean it, Slave." Yikes! She meant business. "Yes, Master." "Do you have everything you need for tomorrow night's dinner?" "No, I have a few things I need to pick up at the store tomorrow." "See that you do!" I sat there for a moment seething. I ask her, "Megan, haven't I gone out of my way to be cooperative and accommodating regarding this, this thing with Laurie?" "Yes you have," she replied. "And no matter how you look at it, this whole situation is a little unorthodox isn't it?" "Well... yes," she conceded. "So don't you think..." I couldn't believe I was about to say this to Megan. "Don't you think I damn well deserve a little respect?" "That's pretty big talk coming from a slave." "Maybe it is, but that doesn't make it any less true." After a long-very long-pause Megan said, "What can I say? When you're right you're right. Please, pick up the things you need for tomorrows dinner." I could hardly believe it. I actually won a small victory. Yeah, victory. But, Megan and I didn't make love that night. I spent most of Friday cleaning the house and getting ready for Laurie's visit. I have to say, I outdid myself with dinner. Megan got home at the usual time which didn't give her too much time to get ready. We hardly spoke two words as I put the finishing touches on things and she got dolled up for Laurie. I just finished fixing myself a plate and was headed for the guest room when Laurie let herself in shouting, "Here I am at 6:30 sharp as promised." Megan came out of the bedroom and said, "Hey, Sweetie!" She then gave Laurie a passionate kiss. I was trying to get the door to the guest room open, but was having a difficult time with my hands full. Laurie looked over and saw me. "Aw, does Hubby have to be banished for the whole night? Can't he at least sit down with us and eat dinner? After all, he cooked it." Megan glared at me with a look that said that I should have been out of sight by now. See looked at Laurie and pouted, "But, Sweetie, I want to be alone with you. He's all right. See, he's got a plate and everything." "I don't know," said Laurie, "Somehow it doesn't seem right." She thought about it for a second or two and said, "Hubby, is this arrangement all right with you?" I could hardly believe that I was being consulted! I found myself in dangerous waters. On the one hand, since Laurie was dominant in her and Megan's relationship and she was the one asking me if I wanted to stay, it would seem like I could stay if I wanted. On the other hand, Megan was dominant in her and my relationship, and I KNEW she wanted me gone. I thought about the many ways Megan could punish me once Laurie was gone, and I turned chicken-shit. "That's okay, Laurie, I've got some reading I wanted to do tonight anyway." "Okay, Hubby, but you're joining us for breakfast. I insist." Even though I did what I knew Megan wanted, I could tell that it pissed her off that it was my decision and not hers. So I did what I did the Friday before: I listened to music on my headphones and did some reading. I didn't worry about what was going on in other parts of the house this time. Honestly, I enjoyed catching up on my reading. Around ten PM, I fell asleep. I didn't sleep for long however because shortly after midnight I heard a knock on my door. "Come in," I said, and Laurie stepped into the room. "You awake, Hubby?" she asked. "Sure," I lied, "Come on in." She came in and sat down in the room's only chair. "First, let me say that was the best fried chicken I ever had! How would you like to quit this job and come work for me?" she joked. "No thanks, I said, I'm happy where I am." "Are you?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "I don't know; it just seems to me that the princess keeps you on a pretty short leash sometimes." "Uh, Laurie, Megan told me not to talk to you about her." "See, that's just what I mean." "Look, Laurie, maybe you don't understand Megan's and my relationship, but that's okay. You don't have to. The point is it works for us. I entered into it freely and of my own will, I knew what I was getting into, and I'm way over twenty-one." "Yeah, but Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation way back in 1863 in case you didn't know." I had to laugh at this. "What's so funny?" "Before I married Megan, I was a high school history teacher," I said. "Really, why'd you quit?" "Because Megan makes enough money to support us both comfortably, and she wanted me to stay home and take care of our house." "But that's just what I'm talking about! What do you want?" "I want," I struggled to find the words. "What I want most of all in this life is to make Megan happy, and the truth is Megan and I were very happy together until-- " I stopped abruptly. "Until I came along?" she asked. "Well . . . yes. I guess so." "I'm sorry about that, Hubby; I really am. You're a good man. If I'd have known, I never would have started. The thing is... did the princess tell you how her and me first got together on that construction site after hours?" I nodded. "To tell the truth, I was so excited to find someone who was almost as strong as I was that I just lost my head. And now, I know from experience that once a woman has been with me, they become like addicted or something. That's why I have so many girlfriends. It's hard for me to turn any of them away." "I can see how that would be a burden," I joked. Laurie smiled and suppressed a light laugh but then said, "Seriously, a couple of the women I stopped seeing had to be treated for clinical depression. But I'll tell you what, say the word and I'll go in there and end it with the princess right now." "Don't do that!" I protested. "Don't worry, I won't let on that you had anything to do with it," she said. "Well, first, she would never believe that, but that's not the reason I don't want you to break up with her." "What is?" she asked truly puzzled. "Because I know how great it feels," I answered softly. "How great what feels?" "I know how great and warm and safe it feels to be held and caressed gently by arms that are strong enough to crush you. Now, that Megan knows what it feels like too, I want her to go on feeling it even if it means that I don't get to as often." "Damn, Hubby, why couldn't you have been born a woman? I could actually see myself settling down with someone like you. Hey, would you mind letting your hair grow long and putting on make-up? And maybe you could start wearing dresses and garter belts and high heels." For a few seconds, I couldn't tell if she was serious or not, but she couldn't hold it in. "Ha! You should have seen the look on your face! What? Did you think I was going to make you do all those things? That would be real swift, huh?" "Yes, well," I said laughing and trying to hold on to what was left of my dignity, "I think you'd be disappointed though because I'd make one hell of an ugly woman!" We both laughed for several minutes. "God, woman, don't you ever sleep?" I asked changing the subject. "I told you I don't sleep much. I only average about 12 hours a week." "Twelve hours! You told me that you only work on your website about ten hours a week; you can't spend all your time fucking well-endowed twins! What do you do with all that time?" "Lately I've been getting in to watching old black and white movies on the classic movie channel. You ever watch old movies? Some of them are pretty good." "Are you kidding?" I asked. "Classic movies are a passion of mine! I love old movies. My one indulgence as a stay-at-home husband is that every two weeks or so I treat myself to a classic film in the afternoon." "So, you know a lot about old movies, huh?" "Hell, yeah!" "Could you teach me about this stuff because I would love to know more?" "I'll tell you what; I'll make a list of twenty or so of my favorite classic movies that you should try to see. Then when you see a few, I'd love to talk with you about them. This is one thing that Megan couldn't care less about, so I don't get too many chances to talk about old movies anymore." "Really, you don't mind?" "Are you kidding? I'd love to do it." We talked for hours. Laurie told me a lot about her life. She told me how she grew up on a farm and how she realized that she was unusually strong when she was nine and discovered she could lift more weight and out arm-wrestle her four older brothers. By the time she was twelve, she was stronger than her father and all of her uncles. She told me that growing up she didn't go out of her way to hide her strength but also didn't flaunt it much. She always knew that she was a lesbian and, when she discovered that she could impress girls with her muscles, she began to exploit them more. She was considering going out for the boys football team when she reached high school but only because, she thought it might impress the cheerleaders. However, she changed her mind during the summer between eighth and ninth grades. "By the end of that summer, I'd already been with the four senior cheerleaders. They were called the Fabulous Four because they were the four hottest girls in school. They were mine for the taking -- either one at a time or all at once. That's when I discovered my other talent. I don't know what it is, but I have the power to practically enslave other women. Once I've been with a woman, most of them do whatever I want them to. It doesn't even really matter if they're lesbians or not." "That's remarkable," I said, "Its like a mutant superpower." "Yeah, its like God gave me this super-strength, but then made sure I wouldn't pass it on by making sure that I'd never procreate." This got me thinking. Megan and I have been having sex at least five times a week for years, and we never use birth control. It's amazing that she's never gotten pregnant. Is this some kind of divine intervention? If so, I silently thanked God that Megan still liked to have sex with men. I eventually fell asleep sometime between three and four only to be awakened by Laurie around six-thirty. "C'mon, Sleepyhead, are you going to sleep the day away? Let's make some breakfast; I'm starving!" Once again, Laurie and I made breakfast together. This time when Megan joined us she wasn't surprised to see us together. As things were finishing up, I went into the other room to make the list of movies I'd promised Laurie. This gave Megan and her some private time. My list of twenty or so movies ended up being closer to fifty. These were movies that I just thought of off the top of my head that I thought Laurie might enjoy. Soon it was time for Laurie to go. "Do you have any requests for dinner next Friday?" I asked. She told me to surprise her. After she left, Megan closed the door behind her and gave me with a serious look. "You disobeyed me," she said, "You talked about me to Laurie." I started to get a nauseous feeling in my stomach. This was it, I thought. Megan's going to really beat the crap out of me for disobeying her. "She told me what you did; how she offered to stop seeing me until you told her you didn't want her to. She also told me the reason why." Her voice was soft and loving as were her eyes. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. You're the sweetest husband any woman could ever have. I know I've been a little crazy up and down since this affair with Laurie started, but no more. Laurie told me that I should cherish you and since she's the boss, that's just what I'm going to do. Do you know what that means?" "What?" She walked over to me, picked me up and cradled me in her arms. "Laurie and I are going to continue our Friday nights. But, I am going to spend every other night and all day every Saturday making it up to you." As she carried me into the bedroom, I thought that this was the kind of math I could live with. True to her word, for the next four days, Megan wore me out with passion. I was tired, but I was grinning from ear to ear. On Wednesday, around three in the afternoon, I was sputtering around the house when I heard the doorbell ring. When I opened it, there was Laurie with a DVD in her hand. "I got one of the movies off your list, and I thought you might want to watch it with me." "Oh! Well, Laurie, I'm not sure it's a great idea for you to be here when Megan's not here." I was clearly taken aback by this turn of events. Stepping right past me into the house Laurie said, "Don't worry about the princess, I'll explain things to her." "Well, I DO worry about the princess as you call her. It just so happens that she's my wife," I said rather forcefully. "Look, I'm not trying to cause you any problems," she said, I was just in the mood to watch an old movie, and I thought it would be nice to watch it with someone." For the first time I realized that despite having all her bitches, Laurie was lonely for companionship. I knew how she felt. My one regret about marrying Megan was that my complete devotion to her made it hard to maintain any of my old friendships. Suddenly the thought of taking a few hours off to watch a movie with a friend seemed like a nice way to pass the time. "What did you get?" I asked. "Something called 'SULLIVANS TRAVELS'," she replied. Damn! That was one of my favorites. I think Laurie had discovered my kryptonite. "Pop it in." For the next ninety minutes we enjoyed a classic comedy from Hollywood's golden era. I explained to her that this was an excellent choice to start with if she wanted to know more about classic cinema. Because the main character in "SULLIVANS TRAVELS" was a movie director, it contained many references and inside jokes concerning Hollywood. I pointed out the ones that I spotted. Afterwards, Laurie correctly made the connection between "SULLIVANS TRAVELS" and the much more recent movie, "OH BROTHER, WHERE ART THOU?" I was enjoying hanging out with Laurie so much that I lost track of time. When I realize that Megan would be home soon and that I hadn't even started dinner yet I sort of panicked. "Damn, Megan will be home any minute!" Sure enough, I looked out the window just in time to see her pulling into the driveway. I quickly went to the kitchen to get her some lemonade and was waiting by the door just in time to meet her. "Hey, Honey, look who dropped in for a visit," I said gesturing towards Laurie as I handed her the lemonade. Then I realized what a lousy host I was being. "I'm sorry, Laurie, would you like some lemonade?" "No thanks, I've got to be going," she said. "Going?" Megan said, "But I just walked in the door." She walked over to Laurie and started to give her a kiss, but Laurie pulled away. "I don't feel comfortable kissing you right in front of your husband," she said. "Why not? He understands; don't you, Honey?" I nodded, but Laurie could probably tell that my heart wasn't really in it. Laurie looked at her sternly and said, "Look, Princess, I like you. I really do, and God knows that you're probably the most beautiful woman I've ever been with. You've got a gorgeous face and a body that just wont quit." I could tell that Megan was eating up this flattery from the woman whose power she was addicted to. "But, I think it's best if we limit our lovemaking to Friday nights and only behind closed doors. I think that's the best way for us all to remain friendly here. doesn't that make sense?" "Yes," Megan agreed. "Hubby, what do you think?" "I think that you are wise beyond your years, Laurie." Megan spoke up. "Okay, fine, but then why did you even come here?" "I hate to break it to you, I hope this doesn't hurt your feelings, but I came over to watch a movie with Hubby." "Oh." Megan was clearly caught off guard. Now it was my turn to speak up. "Laurie, don't rush out. At least stay for dinner." "We-l-l-l-l-l-l," she hemmed and hawed. "Are you cool with just hanging out together, Princess?" "I think that would be lovely," Megan replied. "Okay, just let me make a quick phone call," Laurie said. She stepped outside for some privacy. I suspect that she was about to disappoint one of her girlfriends by telling them that she wasn't coming or at the very least that she would be late. While she was outside Megan looked at me quizzically. I looked back at her and shrugged my shoulders. This was husband-wife speak. She was asking me when Laurie and I got to be so close, and I was answering that I didn't know. When she came back in Laurie announced, "Okay, that's settled; what's for supper?" That's when I remembered that I hadn't started preparing anything. Laurie then took charge and said, "Oh well, that's why God created pizza delivery." She took out her phone and said, "And that's why I've got Pizza Paradise on speed dial. "Hello, is this Pizza Paradise? I'd like to order two large with everything... and wait just a second there, Partner." She put her hand over her phone and asked us, "What do you two want?" After dinner was over, and Laurie went on her way, Megan turned to me and said, "So, you found someone to watch old movies with you, huh?" "It looks that way," I said. "Well, I guess if I get to have a Friday night lesbian lover, you deserve a movie buddy. Isn't it odd though that they turn out to be the same person?" "To quote Nicholas Cage in 'RAISING ARIZONA': It ain't Ozzie and Harriet. Besides, somehow I think I'm getting the short end of this deal," I joked. "Haven't I been doing a good job of making it up to you, though?" "Indeed you have, My Supergirl. Still, did Laurie ever tell you about the twins she visits occasionally?" Megan shook her head no. "According to Laurie, they both have gigantic tits. She offered to bring them over next Friday so that I'd have something to do while the two of you were in the bedroom." "She did not!" "Yes, she did. But don't worry, I turned her down." "You'd better. I know it isn't fair, but I'd be so jealous if you ever fooled around with someone else." "You don't have to worry, My Love. I really mean it when I say that you're the only woman in the world I want to make love with. Really. I mean it." I know, Sweetie." There was the self-confidence that drove me wild with desire. I LOVED the fact that Megan had me wrapped around her little finger and knew it. "By the way, Megan asked, "Where does Laurie get off calling you 'hubby' anyway? You're my husband, not hers!" "Do you want me to say something to her about it? I asked." "No, lets not go rocking the boat." For the next few months, our parallel relationships with Laurie continued to grow and fell into a routine. On Wednesdays, she would come over and she and I would watch old movies together. We saw a lot of classics like CASABLANCA, CITIZEN KANE, THE SEARCHERS and THE ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD with Errol Flynn. We also saw some lesser-known gems like OUR VINES HAVE TENDER GRAPES, THE HUMAN COMEDY, OUR DAILY BREAD, and WILD BOYS OF THE ROAD directed by William "Wild Bill" Wellman. She would usually stay over for dinner, which we would usually order in. On Fridays, she would come over and fuck my wife. The only thing that changed about Fridays is that now I would usually find something to do outside the house for a few hours like go out for Chinese food and take in a movie. As I said, it became a routine, and it seemed to work for everyone concerned. In fact, over time, I came to think of Laurie as my best friend. The only thing she did that I didn't like was that sometimes she would still make cracks about Megan's and my relationship. The general theme was that Megan was too bossy and that I was too subservient. One Friday night Laurie came over a little early, and Megan got caught in traffic and so was a little late. The result of this was that Laurie was already there when Megan arrived home. I got caught up talking to Laurie and forgot to have Megan's iced tea ready when she walked in the door. "Where's my iced tea?" she asked with perhaps a little too much irritation in her voice. "Damn, woman; you've got legs! Get your own fucking iced tea!" Laurie chimed in. That was it; I'd had it. "That's enough!" I shouted at Laurie. I went to the kitchen and got Megan her iced tea. When I came back both women still had stunned expressions on their faces. I handed Megan her drink then I walked over to Laurie and calmly said, "I'm tired of you making insulting comments about my wife. We have a relationship that works for us, and we don't care what anyone else thinks about it. You're my best friend, Laurie, and I love you, so I'm asking you as a friend to stop making disparaging comments about my relationship with my wife." Laurie's shocked look slowly transformed into a huge smile. "Way to take up for yourself, Hubby! By the way, you're my best friend too." "One other thing," I said, "My wife doesn't like it when you call me hubby so please, don't do it anymore." "Okay. No big deal except . . . what is your first name anyway?" All three of us had a good laugh over this. When the laughter died down I said, "Tom, my name is Tom." "Tom huh? Yeah, Tom suits you." "Now that that's settled," Megan said, "If you'll excuse us, Laurie, I'd like to talk to Tom in private. She gestured towards the bedroom, followed me in and closed the door behind us. When I turned to look at her she was gazing at me with an expression that I can only describe as pure lust. "I can't believe the way you stood up to her. I have never wanted you more than I do at this moment." As she talked she slowly, sexily made her way towards me. "I must have you right here, right now." "What about Laurie?" I asked. After all, it was a Friday night. "Let her wait her turn." Then Megan did something totally unexpected: she went down on her knees in front of me. "Tonight you're the master and I'm the slave," she whispered in her sexiest voice. This sudden reversal made me feel very awkward. "C'mon, Megan, please get up," I said. "I'll get up if that's what you desire, Master, but I'd rather stay on my knees for a while. This makes it sooo much easier to suck your dick!" To use a classic movie cliche, she made me an offer I couldn't refuse. "Tear my pants off of me, Slave," I said quickly getting into character. She instantly did as she was told. I then commanded her to hold me steady while I climbed atop her, my legs hanging over her shoulders. "Can I please worship your cock now, Master?" she asked. Hours and several orgasms later, we were lying together naked in bed, totally exhausted with our arms entangled around each other. There was a light knock on the door. "Oh my gosh," I whispered, "Laurie's still here!" The door gently opened, and Laurie peeked in. "Is it safe to come in?" she asked. We ushered her in. "Sorry about that, Sweetie, but tonight was all about my wonderful husband," Megan explained, "I hope you understand." "We-l-l-l, just this once." As Laurie said this, she began to undress. As she stood in front of us naked, Megan said, "Now do you see why I find her so hard to resist?" I gulped. "Yes, yes I do." Then, incredibly, Laurie crawled into bed with us. She was on one side with Megan on the other and me in the middle. Laurie yawned and put her strong arms around me. Megan snuggled in to me even closer and gave out the most contented sigh I've ever heard. I began this story by saying I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world until recently. The key word in that statement was 'thought' because right now, in this time and place, I KNOW I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Here I am, my best friend on one side, my wife and ultimate fantasy girl on the other -- both naked and both holding me in their exceptionally super-strong arms. I know I have to die sometime, but, God, please don't let me die at least until morning. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Epilogue: Almost two years have come and gone since that night. Laurie is still my best friend and still Megan's lesbian lover. We still have our usual Wednesday and Friday dates, but she drops over a lot more often at other times as well. She doesn't like to admit it, but I think she's slowing down on the number of women she sleeps with. About a year ago Laurie helped me set up my own website devoted to classic cinema and its fans. I recently secured a book deal as a result of my website. By the far the biggest news is that Megan is pregnant! So much for my theory about divine intervention. I'm hoping for a girl; Megan wants a boy. Since she almost always gets what she wants, I'm thinking that Max is a good name. We also recently hired a maid to help with the housework. This frees up time for me to work on my book and my website. She'll also help with the baby when s/he arrives. Her name is Maria, and she's a beautiful young girl from Brazil. She's so beautiful in fact that only a wife who was completely secure about her husband would hire such a hottie. The funny thing is, the other day while I was passing through, Maria was cleaning the kitchen floor. I could have sworn that out of the corner of my eye I saw this beautiful young girl lift the refrigerator completely off the floor with one hand while she ran a dust mop under it with the other. I must have been seeing things, right? I mean, what are the odds?