Marriage Can Be Fun? Part 4
By Wanderer
Our French maid, Alice, comes through for me.


This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 21 or laws in
your country forbid you to do so. Any similarity to actual persons, living or
dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental.

Earlier parts of this story may be found on the Wanderer bookshelf. They
should be read in the following order:

Who's In the Closet Now? (Parts 1, 2, and 3).
We're Back In the Closet Again (Parts 1 and 2).
The Engagement Party (Parts 1 to 5).
The Engagement Party-Epilogue (Parts 1 and 2).
(You may have to look around a little on the bookshelf for
these).
The Engagement Party-Epilogue Two (Part 1).
(There is no Part 2 so don't look for it).
My Big Deal Social Wedding.
Marriage Can Be Fun? (Parts 1, 2, and 3).

Copyright 2003 by Wanderer

After severely disciplining me because I had strayed just one single night
(see "Marriage Can Be Fun?-Part 3") my wife Janice was very cold to me for the
entire weekend. Thank God she didn't feel I deserved any further punishment.
Or maybe she did but she could see I just wasn't up to it.

Only the solicitous care of our French maid Alice had helped restore a certain
normalcy to my shattered ego. Alice carried me up to the hay loft in our barn
after my wife Janice had almost skinned me alive, using two horse whips at the
same time, one in each hand, to beat the hell out of me. I didn't know she was
ambidextrous. Now I know.

Alice had placed my head in her lap, rocked my aching body back and forth,
sang little French lullabies to me, and I had slept fitfully while she tended
to my wounds and showed me compassion. She even gently kissed me as she
cuddled me, and I kissed back, it was a relief for me to be able to receive
some affection from another human being after the brutal treatment I had
received at the hands of my wife. Oh, we weren't intimate, even though the
thought crossed my mind that perhaps we could have gone that far, but I was
just in too much pain from my wife beating me to be able to get it up. I did
return her kisses, much like a baby who has been spanked will respond to his
mother as she shows him that she still loves him, and I did nuzzle and kiss
Alice's ample breasts. It just made me feel so good, and she didn't seem to
mind. She even rested her hand on my penis every once in a while, but of
course I was too far gone into pain to be able to respond-much.

Monday morning Janice flew back to the university in the company jet after
giving me the cold shoulder all weekend long. She wouldn't even have sex with
me the entire weekend so I knew she was really pissed. I looked forward to the
weekend sex because I knew I had to restrain myself the rest of the week with
Janice being away, and of course my beating at the hands of my wife had been
because I had stayed out one night until 2:00a.m. looking for a little action,
and I hadn't gotten any, hard as I tried. But Janice treated me as if I did,
and I had the bruises and welts on my body to show for it.

Monday to Friday evening, when the company 747 jet flew Janice back to the
landing strip on the Witherington estate, I was alone in our forty room home
with not much to do except maybe watch TV or a movie in our movie theater
auditorium. I had my work during the day and we had a big servant staff to run
our home, courtesy of my young wife's wealth, but I still felt lonely. Anyone
who has gotten the cold shoulder from their wife (and no sex) knows the
feeling. And I can't say that my sexual tension didn't build up during the
week. I would work out in our gymnasium to take my mind off my sexual needs,
and then go take a nice hot Jacuzzi whirlpool bath to relieve my sore aching
muscles. Like everything else in this mansion the whirlpool was overdone, it
was practically big enough to swim in. It needed steps to descend into it.

Well, that's what I was doing this one evening during the week after Janice
carried me down to the horse barn and whipped me so badly. I'm in the Jacuzzi,
totally naked, letting the whirlpool jets soothe my aching muscles, and I
couldn't restrain myself any longer, I was indulging in a little
self-gratification. My erection was sticking up through the bubbling water
like a submarine periscope. I'm having a hell of a good time with my eyes
closed and I'm dreaming of our French maid Alice. She's only 5' 2" and I'm
thinking I'm being macho with her, seducing her, making her do my bidding and
I'm ravishing her body, and she's saying, "Oh, M'sieur Frank, you are so
strong, you are so sexy, you have such a huge penis, ooohhh, ooohhh." It's
much easier to fantasize about being my macho self with a petite 5' 2" servant
than with my wife who is 5' 10", almost my height, has muscles that dwarf
mine, and delights in making me her submissive tool and dominating me body and
soul. So I'm doing all kinds of things to Alice in my fantasy, when I open my
eyes and who should be standing there watching me pleasure myself but Alice,
bringing me a nice warm towel. I tried to hide my erection under the water,
but at this point it was like trying to bend a crowbar in half. Well, I'm
really embarrassed to be caught in the act. The Jacuzzi was going full blast,
so I moved over to where Alice was standing and I pressed myself against the
wall, my penis jammed in between the wall and my body, hoping that way to hide
my boner.

Alice is standing at the edge of the pool in her four inch high heels and now
I'm pressed up against the wall of the Jacuzzi and from this angle her
powerful thighs look like sturdy tree trunks. From her slim ankles to her
swelling calves and past her kneecaps to those big big quads, and even
standing still the delineation of her quad muscle groups is very evident. Then
those inviting hips and the slim waist to her protruding breasts and now that
I'm pressed up against the wall of the whirlpool I can see her beautiful face
looking down at me through the deep valley that's her cleavage, surrounded by
those beautifully large breasts. Boy, would I like to get my hands on those!
And now my erection is far surpassing anything I was going to be able to
create on my own.

But if I touch Alice she'll tell my wife Janice and then Janice will beat the
living crap out of me. Would it be worth the punishment? I'm thinking, "Hell,
yes, maybe I should go for it." I could always run away from home before
Janice gets back from school Friday evening.

While I'm thinking over my course of action Alice is standing above me, a
shocked expression on her face. "Are we having fun, m'sieur?" she asks,
caustically. Alice squatted down to look at me more closely, and I looked at
her with the most innocent look I could muster.

"Gee, Alice, you're mistaken. It must be the light refraction through all this
bubbly water."

But I hadn't counted on the strength of an ex-gymnast. Alice reached down from
her kneeling position to put a hand under each of my armpits. Then she rose,
with my two hundred pounds suspended from her angled arms, pulling my body out
of the water with her as she rose. I hastily draped my hands over my erection,
but I couldn't hide it all from her. Then she held me, with arms now fully
extended, away from her so she could conduct a full inspection, holding my
body suspended over the bubbling water.

"Oh, m'sieur, you shouldn't do that!" she admonished me. I was terribly
embarrassed to have been caught in the act. My face was turning red and it
wasn't just from the heat of the water.

"Why can't I?" I whined. "My wife Janice forbids me to even look at another
woman while she is away for the week at the university. You are a spy, ready
to report me to your mistress. If I stay out even a minute past my 10:00p.m.
curfew you'll rat me out, like you already did," I sobbed. "This is the only
thing left for me! Leave me alone!" With a sudden twist of my body I managed
to wrench myself out of Alice's grasp and I fell back into the water.

"Please come out, m'sieur," Alice said.

"No," I answered.

"Come out, m'sieur," Alice said again, this time a little more command in her
voice.

"No! No! No!" I responded, petulantly.

"If you don't come out voluntarily, M'sieur Frank, I shall have to come in and
get you," she threatened. "Don't you remember that Madame Janice left me
instructions on how you were to be treated should you lose control of your
emotions?"

I remembered that Janice had given Alice explicit instructions on how to beat
my butt if I misbehaved, and then Alice had watched Janice practice on me,
that's what I remembered, and I was afraid I was now in for another beating.
The little 5' 2" servant girl was going to discipline the big six foot master,
and I wanted none of it. I tried to cringe down into the water, hoping maybe
she would go away. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"Please come out of the bath, sir," Alice asked again.

"No," I replied, "I'm not done yet."

"Come from the bath, m'sieur!" she ordered again, now a very sharp tone to her
voice.

"No!" I repeated, just as sharp a tone to my voice. I mean, after all I was
the master here and she was the servant. Who was she to tell me what to do?

"I have my orders, m'sieur," Alice said, resignation in her voice. Without
removing her four inch high heels she stepped into the Jacuzzi, ignoring that
her hose and short skirt would get all wet. I tried to fend her off, but she
pulled me against herself and then cradle-carried me up the steps to the
nearby bench.

Now I had learned from my previous experience with Alice and Janice that Alice
had been Janice's workout partner when my sister Maddy had been training my
wife. At first Alice merely brought Janice towels and would dry off her body
between sets, then Alice began spotting for Janice, and soon they were lifting
together and bathing together after workouts, and Alice would soap Janice
down, and Janice would soap Alice down, and then things progressed from there
for the two healthy young women, culminating in our ménage a trois on our
wedding night. Janice and Alice and me. But I hadn't been intimate with Alice.
Alice was reserved for my bride Janice. I was only allowed to touch a little
here and there while Janice and Alice were playing their games. Janice did say
to Alice that first time when she was climbing aboard the 747 jet that was to
take her to school, "Now you look after Mr. Frank's needs, Alice, during the
week when I'm away." I thought that meant do his laundry, lay out his pajamas,
stuff like that.

But now, much to my surprise, Alice came right up to me, put one hand behind
my neck and one under my knees and lifted me up out of the water and carried
me over to the bench. She sat down on it and stood me up in front of her, like
some recalcitrant child. Imagine. Here I am six feet tall and this 5'2" female
who barely come up to my chin is carrying me effortlessly. I'm standing there
in front of her, head bowed like I was a little kid caught doing something
naughty, hands trying to cover up my exposed genitals, my face red from
embarrassment and shame. Embarrassment from my erection in view of our servant
girl, shame from being physically overwhelmed by this little 5'2" amazon.

I thought I was going to get a lecture on proper behavior while my wife was
away, but she took the towel and started drying off my body, just as she was
used to doing for Janice. When she got to my penis she gave it special
attention, wrapping the towel around it and massaging it dry with long, slow
strokes. Well, that and looking down at her more than ample bosom and the deep
cleavage between her breasts and I'm sorry, it just started to grow beyond
belief, even beyond what I had produced for Janice on our wedding night, after
Janice having denied me for two and one-half months before our wedding.

"Why, m'sieur," Alice giggled, "I do believe you have some excitement for me."

"No, no," I protested, "it was just that hot water bath, it stimulated my
testicles," I lied. "Please don't tell my wife Janice, she wouldn't
understand," I begged.

Now Alice took the tip of my erection between her thumb and forefinger and she
moved it around, studying it. I just stood there, trembling, fearful of what
she might do to me because I was looking at her extended upper arm as she
appraised my apparatus. What I saw was an arm that looked to be almost as big
around as my thigh, even unflexed, and she had two of those arms, right and
left. So OK, My thighs measured twenty-two inches, and her biceps only
measured twenty inches. Did I say "only"? Ha! Small comfort. I thought I was a
pretty good example of manhood, six feet tall, sixteen inch biceps, twenty-two
inch thighs, but here I am, being intimidated by a small 5' 2" young woman
whose shoulders looked broader than mine as I stood there, looking down on
them, with her twenty inch biceps and thirty inch thighs. No wonder I was
trembling. Now for those who haven't read about my wedding night in "My Big
Deal Social Wedding" I need to explain that Alice, working with Janice in our
gym, took to it like a duck to water. Maybe it was because she was anxious to
please her mistress or her gymnastic training as a child in France, but from
an already sturdy build as a teenager she developed extraordinarily fast with
my sister Maddy's and Janice's tutelage. And when my sister and Janice saw how
well Alice was progressing they delighted in concentrating on a sister female.
Although I was six feet tall and two hundred pounds, she seemed to be able to
handle me quite easily when the three of us were playfully wrestling around on
our emperor size bed. She was only 5' 2" tall and about one hundred fifty
pounds, as opposed to my six feet and two hundred pounds, but her gymnastics
gave her a lot of flexibility and I just couldn't tie her up. She loved to get
me into holds where I couldn't move and she would put her delightful rear end
on my face, and my wife Janice would laugh and applaud at the sight. The two
women seemed to derive great pleasure from humiliating me, a macho male, even
though they claimed they were only having innocent fun.

In some ways Alice was almost stronger than Janice, although she doesn't have
the muscles Janice has, but her flexibility gives her an advantage Janice
doesn't have. I've seen her overpower Janice's twenty-two inch biceps with her
own twenty inch ones just because Alice was so flexible and could get Jan into
positions Jan couldn't escape from. Even though I was heavier at two hundred
pounds and had sixteen inch biceps, you add in her flexibility and she scared
me. I was glad she was a servant and had to take orders from me.

But tonight she didn't seem to be taking my orders. "Miss Janice has left me
very detailed instructions as to what I should do should this occur, M'sieur
Frank," she said.

"Oh, God," I moaned, "please don't call her, I'm afraid she'll hurt me again
if she finds out," I pleaded.

"Oh, no, M'sieur Frank," Alice said, "I am to do what needs to be done to
relieve your frustrations until Madame Janice can come home," she giggled.
"After all, we three are very close, n'est-ce pas?"

Saying that, Alice wrapped the towel she had been drying me with around my
naked body, stood and easily lifted me into her arms again. She carried me up
the three flights of stairs from our basement gym and Jacuzzi to my third
floor bedroom, disdaining use of the elevator. When she got to the third floor
she wasn't even breathing hard. Now I was used to being overpowered this way
by my wife, but to have a second female in our home, and a servant at that,
who could so easily handle me this way, was disconcerting. But my passion had
overcome me. On the way up the stairs I was kissing Alice's cheek and her neck
and nibbling on her ear. I was fondling one of her very large breasts and
tweaking her nipple, and feeling the iron-hard bicep of the arm that was
holding my knees. I was probably acting outrageous for a married man, but
Alice seemed delighted, much to my surprise. She stopped on the second floor
landing, and, still holding me in her brawny arms, she gave me a deep, deep
kiss, her tongue dominating my inner mouth. She was a marvelous kisser, I must
say, and I came right then and there into the towel that Alice had wrapped me
in after she had dried my body with it.

Alice seemed delighted. "Oh, m'sieur, I am so glad I please you. After all, I
wouldn't want Madame Janice to be disappointed in my performance. Will you
please tell her how satisfied you are with me?" Now I don't know if anybody
has ever experienced this kind of weird situation before. I mean, I'm sure
some rich guys who have servants around the house have maybe tried to make it
with the upstairs maid, but to have the mistress of the house leave explicit
instructions for the maid as to how she is to respond to the master's sexual
needs, and to even encourage him to avail himself of the opportunity? I
decided to milk it to the end.

"Well---I dun no', I guess it will all depend on how satisfied I am with how
the rest of the evening goes," I said, with as much skepticism in my voice as
I could muster.

"Oh, I'm sure you will be pleased, m'sieur, I will try my very best," she
responded, eagerly. "Madame Janice has told me very specifically the things
that please you, and I have memorized everything," she said, confidently.
Alice carried me up the last flight of stairs and into my bedroom. There she
set me down on my feet, and with the towel removed the last bit of sticky come
from around my loins. Then she put her mouth on my penis and licked to make
doubly sure it was all gone. I considered this service above and beyond the
call of duty, and naturally my penis immediately responded.

"Alice, I---" I started to say, but she interrupted me.

"Please shut up, sir!" she said.

I was startled. "Alice, I---" Alice slapped me, hard.

"You are not to speak unless spoken to, or I give you permission, do you
understand?" All this from a servant almost a foot shorter and fifty or sixty
pounds lighter than me. I was irate.

"Listen here, you---" Alice grabbed my left arm and twisted it behind my back
and far up to my shoulder blades, bending me over. She led me this way to the
edge of the bed. She sat down and pulled me over her lap, trapping my engorged
penis between her thighs. I could feel how solid they were. They weren't like
Janice's thirty-two inchers, but they were plenty solid as she had been
squatting five hundred pounds in the gym while Janice was doing six fifty. Her
short maid's skirt was pulled up to her hips and she clamped tightly around my
prick. I could feel the hardness of her inner thigh muscles holding me secure.

Alice explained. "Now Madame Janice has told me how you are to be treated in
the bedroom, M'sieur Frank, and she has told me that I must be in total
control here. Your impertinence is not to be tolerated. When I give you an
order in this room you are to obey it immediately or I am to punish you
severely. This room is Madame Janice's domain and so it is to be my domain.
She does not want to return any weekend and find that you have developed some
ideas of independence or control. I am to make sure that you are totally
submissive to my directions while we are together in this room. Do you
understand?"

"No, I---" I started to protest. Then I felt her heavy hand strike my naked
butt.

"Ouch," I said, followed by another thunderous blow to my rear end.

"Ouch," I said again, to be followed by blow after blow for maybe five
minutes, and her twenty inch arms could do heavy damage. She must have struck
me fifty times.

By the end the tears were rolling down my cheeks onto her very large calves. I
don't know, maybe it was the pain, maybe it was the humiliation of being
spanked by my maid, maybe it was the thought of having two women in this
house, each of whom was capable of treating me so disrespectfully, but I just
couldn't stop sobbing. When she released me from the prison of her powerful
thighs I just stood in front of Alice, rubbing my aching behind and crying
copious tears.

"There, there," Alice said, condescendingly. "Madame Janice has instructed me
on how I am to comfort you should you cry. Please come here."

Tentatively, with small baby steps, I approached her. She took my arm and
gently pulled me down onto her lap, this time in the sitting position instead
of the spanking position.

"Please, Alice, I've had enough," I sobbed.

"Oh, no, M'sieur Frank, you don't understand, I am to stop your tears now,"
she said. But I couldn't stop crying. I was holding on to her sturdy
shoulders, just sobbing my eyes out, like some baby.

"There, there, m'sieur," Alice said. She easily lifted my two hundred pounds
off her lap and shifted my position a little so that I was reclining more, my
face pressed against her breast. Then she unbuttoned another button of her
white silk blouse, which was already partially unbuttoned, so that her bra was
exposed, filled by her more than ample breasts.

She pulled down the bra strap, exposing her large firm boob to me, with its
rather elongated nipple. She really didn't need the bra. Her early age
gymnastics had predisposed her for pectoral development, and her weightlifting
with my sister Maddy and my wife Janice had developed some very striated pecs
which held her superb breasts in place without need of a bra. The bra was just
to help cover up the nipples for the sake of propriety in her role as a maid.

Now Alice pressed my face into her breast and I took her good sized nipple
into my mouth without being told what to do. I licked and sucked and caressed
that big breast and gradually I felt better, and my tears subsided. What was
I, some big baby whose crying could be stopped by a nipple? I was embarrassed,
but it was working.

"There, there, isn't that better, little one?" This from a woman who was
almost a foot shorter and fifty pounds lighter than I was. But she sure knew
what to do to soothe me

After a bit my tear flow stopped and I just enjoyed myself at that nipple. As
a matter of fact, both her breasts became my target and I was having a hell of
a good time.

Seeing that some of my composure had returned, Alice said "Now that your tears
have stopped, M'sieur Frank, Madame Janice has instructed me on what I am to
do next." I wondered what was in store for me now.

Alice stood, with me in her hands, turned and placed me on the edge of the
bed, and then stood in front of me and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons of
her blouse. She removed it, exposing her shoulders and her arms. "Madame says
you like to view the female body, especially if it has muscles, like she has.
Do you like my muscles, sir?" Alice questioned, as she did some posing.

Alice's muscles were not as large as my wife Janice's, but on Alice's shorter
body somehow they seemed just as impressive. She flexed her right bicep,
twenty inches, small compared to Janice's twenty-two inches, but what a peak!
Whereas Janice's spread out over her upper arm Alice's bunched up in the
center of her arm, like Mt. Everest rising from a flat plain. My erection got
longer and started to throb. Alice noticed. "Oh, m'sieur, you are soooo big!"
I started to blush. Alice turned her back and did a lat spread.

I couldn't help it. I was so overwhelmed I jumped on her back. I clamped my
legs around her waist to hold on, and I leaned back so I could watch her
trapezius muscles expand and contract, and to run my eager fingers up and down
her batwing lats. She giggled, I think with pleasure, and then did a double
bicep flex so I could put both my hands on their expanse. God they were hard
and peaked! My mind was overwhelming me with desire! My dick was throbbing
against the small of her back and don't think she didn't know it. I think she
was pleased to find me such putty in her hands. After all, Janice had left her
explicit instructions and she was happy to be carrying out my wife's orders,
as directed. She kept giggling and flexing as if she wasn't even holding me on
her back at the same time, all two hundred pounds of me.

Alice was evidently enjoying my admiration of her body. After a few minutes of
my clinging to her back, kissing and licking her traps and her biceps and the
nape of her neck, she was really getting into it. While I was holding on to
her back she unbuttoned her short skirt, dropped it to her ankles and stepped
out of it.

"Do you like my legs, sir?" she asked. "They are very strong, they just
carried you up three flights of stairs. And I have noticed you looking at them
quite often, sir," she giggled. "Would you like to feel them? I would be very
pleased if you would care to do so."

I didn't want to appear overly eager, but I was dying to get my hands on those
humongous thighs. They were thirty inchers, not as big as Janice's thirty two
inch thighs, but plenty bigger than my twenty-two inches, and on a shorter
woman like Alice they were tremendously impressive. And although smaller than
Janice's-Janice had humongous mass-Alice seemed to have more cuts and bundles
of fibers, probably developed from her years as a gymnast. I immediately
released my hold on Alice's back and fell to my knees, at her feet.

As I worked over Alice's thighs and calves, marveling at how firm and big they
were, kissy-kissy here, kissy-kissy there, I glanced up at Alice to see how
she was taking all this in. After all, I was the master of this estate, and
here I was humbling myself at the feet of my servant. Alice was watching me,
with some degree of amusement on her face, as if she were indulging a small
child in some silly game. Well, it wasn't silly to me. I was engrossed in a
degree of muscle worship I don't think I had even experienced with my wife
Janice. I returned to the task at hand, one hand around a powerful thigh, the
other on my penis doing what comes naturally.

Finally, Alice says "Enough, m'sieur." Oh, don't stop me now, please Alice, I
was just getting to the fun part.

Alice reached down and again put her two hands under my armpits and lifted me,
this time not just off the floor, but with arms extended high enough above her
head that she could examine my throbbing prick. "We need not waste this,
m'sieur," she declared.

Alice carried me over to the bed and placed me on my back, my periscope- like
erection sticking straight up. Then she got on top of me. Without a moments
hesitation she mounted me and took charge, naturally. The nerve of this
servant girl! I loved it.

Alice proceeded to relieve all my frustrations and anxieties. Many times. She
said that since this was our first time together we should really experiment
to find out what was most pleasing to us. It's amazing what an elastic
gymnastic body can do. Alice's specialty as a gymnast was the floor exercises,
and we did wind up on the bedroom floor several times. The plasticity of the
human form, when properly trained, is truly astounding.

As the morning sun made its appearance in the eastern sky Alice the maid
asked, "Have you enjoyed this evening, M'sieur Witherington?"

"Call me Frank," I said.

Next: My wife Janice faces the board of directors of the Witherington company,
as does her brother. Who wins and who loses?