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CHAPTER 5: THE PROPOSITION

Gerald came back for meeting about the divorce. As we sat opposite each other in the conference room of Ms. Warner’s offices, he couldn’t even look me in the eyes. He explained that he met someone who made him happy. I didn’t know I hadn’t made him happy. He said he liked the country and the culture. He wanted to live there. He confided he was anxious to get this over with. I thought he was feeling very guilty but not guilty enough to recant. Of course, I was instructed to say next to nothing, just sit at the table looking hurt. I didn’t know if I was looking hurt, but I was pretty sure I looked angry. I reminded myself that I couldn’t wear the clothes I now liked: the revealing, the explicit, the provocative skirts and tops. I couldn’t run around the house naked. I couldn’t see Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin. The only relief I had was using toys in the darkness of my bedroom. Yes, I was angry. It also almost made me laugh.

It took slightly less than 6 weeks from the time I got the summons. Ms. Warner really could be a bitch, too. She found a sympathetic judge to sign off on everything she hammered out of Gerald’s attorneys and to expedite the formal signing of the order. When it was all said and done, I got as much as she felt was possible given the desire to finish it quickly, which left some things to compromise. Since I was a supported spouse and not working, I got alimony, two-thirds of the house, the car, and half the savings. The savings and other assets weren’t enough for me to buy out his share of the house. I needed to find a job to supplement the alimony to live on. I wasn’t sure what the next steps would be or what would happen. What I quickly realized was that I didn’t want the house and getting an apartment closer to the downtown area for a job might be the direction to focus on.

Of course, my limited confidence and self-determination was severely shaken by the experience. I nervously called Mr. Baldwin at his office. I was hoping he would be available. He was as patient, caring, and supportive as always but my voice broke several times as the emotion of it all overwhelmed me. He was wonderful. He gave me so much time and I know how busy he always is. His strong, decisive, controlled manner made me feel so good. He was excellent in probing my thoughts about the future: what I wanted now that it was just me; what I longed for; what I would do if I could do anything; what was my greatest desire, if I had the courage in this new opportunity. It wasn’t so much that he even gave me the time to answer it all. It was more that he presented the questions to consider, to ponder, to explore. He closed our talk with a challenge.

“This is an important time for you, Karen. Most people look at something like this with doubts, self judgement, recrimination. This is an opportunity, though, if you want to use it as such. This can be a moment when you have a blank canvass before you. A blank, empty, clean canvass upon which you can create whatever life you truly want or, at least, seriously consider the possibilities of pursuing your heart’s desire.”

I sighed, feeling weight slipping from my shoulders. There was no clear thought in my mind, but his words made sense and opened up something new. I didn’t know what I wanted from him when I called, but I understood in that moment why I did call. I could count on him. He was there for me. He, and Mrs. Baldwin, supported me, cared for me, could guide me. “Thank you, sir. I knew you could help me. But how do I do that?”

“Do you trust me, Karen?”

“Of course, sir! It’s been difficult for me without you and Mrs. Baldwin. I wanted to seek your guidance so many times. But you said I should do whatever Ms. Warner told me, so that’s what I did.”

“You did well, Karen. It was hard for us to be away from you, too. Abby and I are proud of you. We stayed in contact with Ms. Warner. We always knew what was planned and what was happening. We were in the background guiding and supporting. We want to help you now, too. The decisions need to be yours, though. We can help, if you like.”

I flushed. That warm flood of feelings. They were there! I felt so alone, but they were there. I should have known. And they are here, again. I feared I had lost them, but I haven’t. “What should I do, sir?”

“That’s my girl. Over the next few days, find some way to find peace and relax yourself so you can open your mind to options going forward. Seek the vision of that blank canvass in your mind in a relaxed mental state. Then, what would you put on that canvass? How would you depict your life? It is up to you, now. Nobody else. What would please you the most, if you could devote yourself to it? Will you do that for me?”

“Yes, sir.” This feels so good. I feel like I have a path to follow, again. I might not know where it is leading me but the path is guided and safe with Mr. Baldwin alongside me.

“Do you think you can have some thoughts prepared by Friday night?” Yes, sir, I said with new excitement. “Good. I will send a car to pick you up. I will arrange a nice dinner for the three of us. We’ll celebrate the end of your ordeal, your freedom, and the new opportunities in front of you. Remember how proud we are of you, Karen. Find that peaceful place and imagine your desires. At dinner we can explore what you imagine.”

“Thank you, sir! I hope I’m not too much of a bother.”

“Nonsense! You’ve always pleased us, dear.”

I ended the call with a spirit that seemed to be floating, flooded with warmth. It was a feeling I had missed but not forgotten. I went straight into the bedroom, stripped out of the conservative clothes I was still wearing. I stood naked before the mirror and smiled. The first step was to rearrange my closet and dresser. As I worked, I considered the steps to following Mr. Baldwin’s direction. Wine. Yes, a couple glasses of wine. Peace and relax. The headphones, of course. Yes, this is a good start. I felt my heart pumping with renewed energy and excitement. This will work. Of course, it will. I can rely on Mr. Baldwin. He was proud of me … she was proud of me … Desire. What do I desire? Where are those headphones? I can multitask as I rearrange the closet. What is that feeling? Oh, God … I have missed that.

Headphones in place on my ears I hum to the sounds with my spirit lifting by the minute. I pull all the clothes out I haven’t touched in six weeks and pile them on the bed. I push all the rest to the back of the closet. I now have more room in the closet. I smile. Options. Clean canvass. I hold up each dress, blouse, skirt, bra, panty, stockings, and shoes. In between placing each item where I now wanted them in the closet or dresser, I touch my breast and nipple or my pussy. My nipples are erect. My pussy is seeping. God, I have missed this feeling. What are my desires for my life? They are proud of me …

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Friday night. I am dressed and anxious. I am wearing one of Mr. Baldwin’s favorite dresses, a black, form-fitting dress that hugs all my mature curves. The tight skirt ends way above mid-thigh. The bodice has a large oval cut into it above my breasts to show plenty of cleavage but allows me to wear a bra for support. I am nervous. He said nothing about how I should dress for the evening, which is out of character for him … but it has been a while for us.

Right on time I see headlights flash across the living room sheers. A moment later I hear a car door close and another moment before the doorbell rings. I grab a little purse I left on the entry table and open the door. A large black man in a black suit announces he has been hired to take me to the restaurant. He stands in the doorway a moment too long looking at me. Then he’s embarrassed.

“Sorry, ma’am. It’s just … you’re going to make someone’s night very special.”

I blush profusely but thank him. I feel that warm feeling wash over me and I smile. It is nice to get that kind of attention, again. I can’t remember where the thought originated from but it feels good and right to dress to please men that way.

In the restaurant, I get more looks. I ask for Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin’s table and am led to a small alcove open to the main room but providing a bit of privacy. Both of them stand as I approach, each giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek. Mrs. Baldwin whispers in my ear, “I’ve miss you, dear. Seeing you like this reminds me how much I’ve missed you.”

Most of the meal is relaxed and light. All the talk is about mundane things, catching up on things that have happened in their lives and pulling feelings about how I am feeling with the resolution of the divorce. Mr. Baldwin waits until we order light desserts before bringing up the big questions. He reiterates many of the same questions he threw out to me a few days ago. I stumble around with my attempts at answering and he can sense I am having some difficulty. Mrs. Baldwin is watching the interaction intently between her husband and me, allowing him to direct and guide it all. Finally, he drives it home.

“Karen, we understand there is a lot to consider and there are a lot of uncertainties. Where a job might come from. What kind of job might be appropriate for your skills and experience? Where to live. There is a lot that can’t be defined, yet. But … what your deepest desire is … what you ultimately desire for yourself to feel fulfilled and true at some level going forward … what is that deepest desire inside you?”

I look into Mr. Baldwin’s face and find the man who I came to know as stable, strong, controlled while being supporting and caring. I look into Mrs. Baldwin’s face and find the woman I came to care so much for and see a look of anticipation and expectancy.

I take a deep breath. Tell them. Just tell them. You’ve done it before. Why would anything be different now? They are both here for you. Tell them.

“Sir, ma’am … nothing has changed … no, of course things have changed but not what a truly desire.” I search each of their faces. Slight smiles have formed on them and I catch Mrs. Baldwin flick her eyes to her husband and quickly back to me. Mr. Baldwin is fully concentrated on me. I hadn’t yet said what needed to be said. “Sir, ma’am, yes, things have changed in my life. Things that will need to be addressed and resolved … and soon. But there is a big part of me, what is inside me, the most powerful desire and need within me that directly affects my feeling of fulfillment that has not changed. You have shown me that I am submissive and I have accepted that. More, I have embraced it, I think.” I look him in the eyes. “Sir, I still want to be your submissive.” I turn my focus to her. “Ma’am, I still want to be your submissive.” My eyes flick back and forth between them as I continue. “I can’t stop thinking about what was before this happened. I still very much desire to serve and please both of you. The idea in my head of being in service to you makes me horny, fully aroused. It consumes me.”

They are both watching me. Both watch my breasts rise and fall with my huge breaths. Now that I let it out, spoke my desires, told them what I really wanted on a larger need than what job or apartment, my body feels ready to explode in anticipation … hope. Nothing about my confession resolves anything without their acceptance. The first time I was privately in his office when I committed myself. Now, we are in a public restaurant and it is both of them.

Mrs. Baldwin breaks the silence that fell on the table. “You’re sure, Karen?” I nod enthusiastically. “You speak of serving and pleasing … what would you do?”

I gush the response, “Anything, ma’am. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’ll eat your beautiful pussy until you tell me to stop and my face is smeared with your juices.”

Mr. Baldwin interjects, “And me, Karen?”

“Sir, anything, of course. Both of you.” My voice drops, again. “I’ll suck our cock … I’ll fuck your cock … I’ll be what you desire me to be.”

“Tell us what you will be for us.”

I look at them both, my back becomes straighter, my shoulders pull back, my chin up. Yes, this is exactly what I want and I am proud of it. They showed that was in me before. “I will be … I am your submissive slut.” I look back and forth between them. There is only one more statement. “If you will accept me as yours … your submissive … your slut … yours to do with as you wish.” They are quiet. A moment of panic begins to form. Could it be they don’t want me, anymore? “You asked me, sir, to consider what it was I truly, most deeply, desired. You suggested I consider what lay ahead as a blank canvass and what I wanted could be painted on that canvass. This is what appeared, sir. This is it. There is more I need to resolve to live but I need this to somehow still be a part of that new living.”

Mrs. Baldwin smiled as she glanced to her husband. The smile made me nervous. “What are you wearing under that dress?”

“Stockings … not pantyhose … thong and bra.”

“Prove what you just committed to us.” My eyebrows showed my question. “Remove the thong and place it on the table.”

I was sitting with my back to the rest of the restaurant. My tight dress made it impossible to easily do that. I glanced to the sides but had no way of knowing what was happening behind me. The chairs were solid backs and that would provide some cover. I raised my butt and pulled my skirt over my hips. I raised myself a second time to tug the delicate garment over my hips. With one hand on the edge of the table and the other pulling the thong, I moved it down my legs and off one foot and the other. I looked into her eyes. She was waiting. How obedient was I going to be? We had never done anything this publicly humiliating before. I breathed and spread the fabric in front of me.

“Take a breath, dear. The waitress is coming. Let’s order dessert.”

Oh my God! In the next instant, the waitress was there, standing between Mrs. Baldwin and me. She started her spiel about dessert option when she saw the thong. She leaned closer and softly commented, “Show and tell? They are pretty.” She gave me a wink and took our orders. I knew I was bright red. I was also amazed at her composure.

The thong remained in front of me as we waited. The talk changed from me to banal banter. I didn’t know what that meant, if it meant anything. When the waitress returned, she had another waitress assisting her with the desserts and coffee. I didn’t think she needed to. She was showing the other woman. My dessert was placed on top of the thong. My blush rose, again.

Then, when I had finished the light dessert, Mrs. Baldwin commanded, “Take off your bra.” My eyes bugged out. I glanced around. I couldn’t … could I? With this dress, I would need to unzip in back and lower the whole top to do that. She raised her hand and the waitress was next to us, again. “Our friend needs your assistance with something in the restroom.” Oh my God.

She led me through the tables to the restroom door. She pushed it open and checked inside. It was empty and I entered. She looked at me questioningly. She didn’t know what to expect but she expected something interesting, I could read it on her face.

I leaned my head forward and pulled my long hair to the front to expose the back. She didn’t seem to need more than that after the thong on the table. I felt her fingers at the clasp of the zipper and she moved the zipper down my back. I remained where I was. She gasped, “Seriously? Oh, you guys are so bad.” But, she did it. She released the clasps of my bra. I stood before the mirror and looked at her reflection behind me as I pulled the dress and bra straps until the bodice fell in front of me and I could remove the bra. I dropped the bra on the counter and put my arms back through the dress. She giggled as she re-zipped the dress. I turned around and hugged her. I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted to kiss her at the moment but didn’t want to chance taking it too far. The way she looked at me, though, maybe I should have.

She returned to the table with me. I held the bra in my right hand all bunched together. It wasn’t a dainty little thing … not with my breasts. Anyone looking closely would see it, though most would have been distracted by the jiggling of my unconfined breasts in the tight dress. At the table, she leaned forward, “I have loved you guys! If you come back, please ask for Sally.” Mr. Baldwin promised to do that.

Mr. Baldwin made a quick call. When we exited the restaurant, the same driver and car were waiting. He held the back door open. Mrs. Baldwin entered first, then me, and finally Mr. Baldwin. I was sitting in the middle. The short, tight dress was forced up to my hips by getting in and they stopped me from pulling the skirt down. Both caressed over my stocking encased thighs. We had only gone a few blocks before Mr. Baldwin asked the driver, “Please find a spot to pull over for a moment.”

As the car stopped at the curb in front of a block of dark store fronts, Mr. Baldwin opened his door and extended his hand for me to follow him. Outside the car, her turned me around, reached under my hair and lowered the zipper. He’s undressing me? Outside? In front of a strange driver? In fact, yes. He pushed the dress over my shoulders and down my body. I held onto the top of the car as I carefully stepped out of the dress, taking care to keep it off the sidewalk. He turned me back to him and smiled. I stood naked but for stockings and heels. With a hand on my breast, he pulled me in for a very deep kiss.

I gasped as a thrilling shiver rippled through me. I clung to him. “Sir … you never said if you accepted me.”

He chuckled. His hand at my breast shifted and his fingers squeezed my nipple. I moaned. Naked outside. Cars passing by on the same street and that was what I was concerned about. Did he accept me as their submissive slut?

“Of course, I accepted you … we accept you. This was our hope, Karen, my slut. We have a proposition for you to take care of the other concerns about your future … job and place to live. First, you needed to be our brazen slut.” I smiled and kissed him. The warm feeling washing over me was so familiar, again. My pussy flooded. I was theirs! They wanted me!

I slid back into the car. I saw the driver adjust the rearview mirror, not to see out the back window but to see down at me. I smiled at him and winked. I felt so wicked. Mrs. Baldwin took my left leg and d****d it over her leg. Mr. Baldwin did the same to my right leg before he closed the door and the overhead light was extinguished. I was spread open obscenely to the gaze of the driver. It was wicked. It was exciting.

On the way, again, they both began fondling, caressing, and exploring my invitingly naked and exposed body. Hands fondled my breasts, rolled and pulled my nipples, stroked my pussy lips, rubbed and rolled my quickly engorged clit, and thrust into my wet and open pussy with one, two, and three fingers. All the while the driver divided his attention between the road ahead of us and the rearview mirror when we passed under street lights. I orgasmed before we reached their home but they didn’t stop their assault on my body. I was theirs to use. I told them I was. I had no doubt in my heart that this was right, this was what I desired most. To be used by them as they wished and to please them in any manner they wished.

When the driver pulled into the circular drive of their huge house, I was quickly rising to another orgasm. The car stopped and the hands and fingers were gone. It happened so quickly it almost ached that they were gone. The driver was holding Mrs. Baldwin’s door open. She took his hand to exit. Then, I saw the hand reach into the car to me. I looked up into the eyes of the man. His eyes moved quickly over my body, taking in the vision before him. I knew my pussy and inner thighs glistened with the juices of my orgasm. I blushed as I took his hand. As I slid one foot out of the car, I knew I was again opening myself to his gaze. Mr. Baldwin had exited by the other door and met me as I came out. I turned toward the house but was stopped by the driver’s voice.

“Miss … your dress.”

He stood with a wry smile as he held out to me my dress. I didn’t see my thong or bra … were they left on the table? Oh my God … Sally is going to have a story to tell.

We stood as Mr. Baldwin settled with the driver, giving him a healthy tip for his discretion. Mr. Baldwin then turned to me, “Is there some way you would like to thank him, also, Karen?”

I looked from the driver to Mr. Baldwin who wore a relaxed, neutral expression. I turned back to the driver and stepped up to him, mustering the courage to be calm and assured to perform in the manner I knew Mr. Baldwin desired. I stepped up to the man, both hands resting on his suit covered chest.

“Sir … may I thank you for your care of us tonight?”

He looked from my face down to my bared breasts just pressing into his body. “You can thank me any way you want.”

I smiled. My right hand slid down from his chest, over his stomach, past his belt, and over his crotch. All as I reached up to kiss him on the lips. I sank down his body to my knees in front of him, my fingers loosening his belt as I did. My knees now on the hard, rough, cobble stones of the driveway, I lowered the zipper and pulled his pants down his legs. I felt his growing cock under his boxers. I looked up at him with a smile. He was big. The idea flashed through my mind. A big black cock? I grasped the waist of his shorts and pulled them over his cock and down to his bunched pants. Pointing straight at me was a large black cock, probably nine inches of black cock. I took it into my hands, kissing the head before taking it into my mouth. I sucked on it for a minute before licking and sucking down the length to his ball sack. I transferred his balls to my hand as I took the cock back into my mouth. I sucked hard. I tried taking as much as I could into my mouth, even just into my throat but it was something I really didn’t know how to do. Yet. I told myself I didn’t know how yet. But … I would.

When he came, he held my head in his hands and pressed into my mouth. I felt his cock pulse and stiffen. His balls swelled. His cum shot into my mouth in great spurts. I gulped down each spurt, sucking all that I could get. When he was done, I sucked the last of it from his cock before licking it clean. I pulled his boxer shorts up, then his pants. I stood as he pulled himself together. He turned to Mr. Baldwin calmly.

“If you ever need to be driven in the future, sir, please give me a call.”

Mr. Baldwin stepped beside me and slipped his hand down between my legs, which I parted for him. “I’ll do that, Charles. Who knows, she might have another way to thank you next time.”

I was blushing profusely at the implication but I was also hotter than a bitch in heat.

I followed Mrs. Baldwin up the short walk and steps to the front door. I couldn’t believe I was naked in their front yard or that they wanted me that way but it was late, the houses spaced well apart and the neighborhood quiet. Mr. Baldwin followed. He had my purse and dress casually over his shoulder.

Once inside, though, Mrs. Baldwin dropped her purse on the entry table and pulled me into the family room. I was by now very familiar with the layout of their home. Although I anticipated where we were going, I didn’t know what her sense of urgency meant. Entering the room, she hiked her skirt to her waist exposing her thigh-high stocking and thong. She stripped her thong down her legs and lay length-wise on the long leather sofa, her head resting on the far arm and one leg d****d over the back while the other foot remained on the floor.

She looked up at me with a lusty smile. “Our turn for some release …”

I nodded with my own lust infused smile, my eyes already focused on her spread crotch and pussy. She keeps her pussy cleaned of hair as I was instructed to do. I kneeled on the sofa and crawled to her with my mouth zeroed in on her pussy. She gasped as my mouth made contact with my tongue probing immediately into her hole before lapping up her slit to flick her engorged clit. I felt the sofa shift behind me and felt his hands on my raised ass, then what I knew was his cock head probing at my pussy. I gasped into her pussy as he abruptly penetrated my wet and ready hole. The activity in the car had them as excited and aroused as I had seen them. This really does mean they are accepting me, doesn’t it!

He thrust hard into me, our bodies impacting with skin on skin smacking, which forced my mouth hard into her pussy. I wrapped my arms around her spread legs to bring my fingers to her mound and clit. My thumbs spread her pussy lips as I happily lapped at her drooling pussy like a contented puppy. I sucked at her juices, probed her hole with my tongue, and nibbled at her rigid clit. With my attention on her clit, I shifted a hand from around her to insert fingers into her hole. I started with two fingers but quickly shifted to three and four, driving them and twisting them into her as I sucked and nibbled at her clit. I curled my middle finger in search of her g-spot. Her hips rose sharply and she cried out as the finger rubbed it, as my teeth closed around her connect clit. The connected nerve endings sending jolts of arousal back and forth like pulsing electricity that then radiated through her body.

At the same time, I was fighting to maintain that attention solely on what I was doing to her pussy because of the delicious pounding he was giving me from behind. He leaned forward over me, one hand grasping and mauling a breast while the other hand strummed my own clit as his wonderful cock drove deep into my clenching pussy. He was grunting behind me with each powerful, urgent thrust he pounded at me. This wasn’t about me. This was them getting their release but it didn’t matter. I was going to give them their release, that was my only goal, but my body was responding in equal measure, especially with him strumming at my clit. It seemed when one cried out their release it was a chain-reaction as the room became filled with an obscene lust-infused chorus of moans, groans, gasps, and screams. I collapsed into her slick pussy, my knees giving way as he sagged onto my back. We lay in that heap of pulsing, gasping, panting flesh for minutes.

We lay like that quietly, the only sounds being our heavy breathing. Then, she quietly, calmly exclaimed, “Husband … it is nice … to have our … slut back with us.”

I felt him flex his hips into mine, his softening cock jerking inside my pussy that I squeezed around him. “Yes, dear … very nice … indeed.” I almost purred with contentment at hearing them talk over me.

When we finally, reluctantly it seemed, separated, he was pulling his pants back up and fastening his belt, closing his zipper. She swung her feet to the floor and tugged her dress down over her thighs. I stood before them expectantly.

Mr. Baldwin sagged down next to his wife. “Karen … pour three snifters of brandy, please.”

I turned toward the well-stocked bar along the wall. If I didn’t actually skip along the way, that was how I was feeling. The mirrored wall behind the bar and behind the shelves holding the many bottles of different liquor reflected my imagine back to me. My face shined with the juices from Mrs. Baldwin’s pussy and orgasm. I parted my legs and saw the inner thighs also glistened with the combination of Mr. Baldwin’s cum and my own. I shivered. Not from cold, they kept the house comfortably conditioned. It was continued excitement. My nipples remained hard. After those weeks of being ‘good’ for the divorce, being with them like this felt so good and right.

I placed the three snifters on a tray and delivered them. They offered up their glasses and we clinked them together before I sat in a chair facing them.

“To you, Karen,” Mrs. Baldwin offered.

“Me, ma’am?”

“Yes, Karen, to you,” Mr. Baldwin reinforced. I saw him look at his wife who nodded, some indication of confirmation to continue to something they had planned. “Karen, you have brought us much joy and pleasure. We have been very pleased with the way you have served and pleased us … the way you have blossomed, as it were.”

Mrs. Baldwin sipped from her glass and smiled, “Like a beautiful, exotic flower. You have opened your inner self to us, offered your charms, and displayed yourself freely.”

I glanced down at my body. I watched my thighs part as far as the chair allowed. My nipples were still erect. My breasts rose and fell with my increased breathing. I didn’t know what to say so I let my free hand roam from my breast to pussy. I watched their eyes follow my hand. I watched as their eyes followed my finger slipping through my pussy lips and sink into my hole. I watched as their eyes followed my finger to my mouth. A shy smile formed on my lips as I sucked the finger. Large smiles formed on their faces.

Mr. Baldwin continued smiling. “Yes … in a short time you have grown into an exotic, erotic, lustful flower of a woman.” I sipped from the glass. I waited. They had something for me. Something they were building to. “Earlier tonight you again offered yourself to us. You re-affirmed your desire to serve and please us. You re-affirmed your desire to be our submissive slut … to please us … to serve us … to obey us.” I nodded firmly. My voice disappeared with the excitement of anticipation. “You confessed the desire to serve and please us that reflected your deep desire but didn’t really resolve the issues remaining for your immediate future … job and living.” I nodded more. My eyes flicking back and forth between them. Their free hands were moving over each other’s thighs. Both hands were high up the other’s thigh at the crotch. Mrs. Baldwin’s skirt was again pushed up exposing that leg.

Mrs. Baldwin gasped out, “Tell her, James. We have a proposition for you. Tell her.” She moaned. His hand was pressed firmly between her thighs. Her hand grasped his crotch. He was hard, again. My own fingers returned to my breast as I watched, waited, anticipated.

Mr. Baldwin smiled. He was teasing his wife and prodding me. I leaned back and lifted each leg over the arms of the chair. Fully opened to them I thrust two fingers of my free hand into my messy pussy. They stopped their teasing of each other but it didn’t stop me. I masturbated in front of them. I clumsily set my glass down on a side table, one hand in my pussy, the other strumming my clit viciously. They waited. They watched. I performed. Openly, brazenly, boldly. It only took moments for me to orgasm before them. My body tensed, stiffened, my hips rising from the seat, boldly displayed before them as my body shivered and my pussy pulsed open and closed around my fingers. I sagged back to the seat panting. I remained as I was, boldly displayed, panting and flushed.

They both were smiling. They had stopped teasing each other and were only watching my display.

Mr. Baldwin continued. “Yes … like that. You want to be our slut, don’t you?” Yes. “You want to be our submissive slut?” Yes. “You want to obey us in whatever we want from you?” YES. “You want to please us with your body in any way it might please us?” YES. “Even if it pleases us to share your body as long as we protect you?” YES. ALL OF IT. “You will eagerly and willing learn to use your body to give pleasure in the most erotic and slutty ways to pleasure us and others?” YES. He smiled. “Come and stand her in front of us, slut.” I quickly but awkward sprang to my feet. I stood between them in the space created by them by moving their legs to the sides. He looked at my pussy, about eye level for him. He looked up at me as if I should know something. I spread my feet. He leaned forward and slipped two fingers into my pussy. I gasped. The rawness of the display. But it was only beginning. She also leaned forward to insert her two fingers alongside her husbands. I moaned and gasped. Four fingers inside me randomly sawing in and out. My eyes closed. I felt my own hands grasp my breasts as they used my pussy. I felt my clit pinched and my eyes opened as I gasped and looked down at the fingers between my legs. I shivered as I moaned. They used me like a toy. I stood, open, available. It felt humiliating in one regard and satisfying in another. I gave myself to them and they were taking me. My legs shook under me as my body responded to their thrusting fingers and manipulation of my clit.

Then … the fingers were gone. I looked down with need, with frustration, with built-up need. Their fingers were out in front of them. I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth, and they inserted their fingers. I sucked my juices off them. I moaned more. They were no longer touching me but this act continued my arousal. Service. I was aroused to be at their service!

Satisfied, I sat back on my heels. My knees spread, I straighten my back and thrust my breasts out before me proudly.

“You make us very happy, Karen.” It was Mr. Baldwin. “Our proposition for you. We immensely enjoy the time you spend with us serving and pleasing us. But does it solve your living questions?”

I shook my head. My eyes watched each of them. “No, sir. But … it is my desire.”

Mrs. Baldwin added, “We know, dear. That’s why we considered the issue ourselves.” They considered it? I welcome their input but I have no marketable skill after not working so long. I’m not sure the alimony will be sufficient to live on.

Mr. Baldwin reached forward and gently grasped a nipple. I remained as I was. Mrs. Baldwin did the same, taking hold of the other nipple. While holding my nipples, he continued.

“We want you to be our submissive slut full-time. We want you to live here, to be our submissive, to be our … maid, if you will. You would take care of the house, provide our meals, do what we say, and be available for our pleasure whenever we want it.”

My eyes opened wide. What it looked like on the outside, I wasn’t sure. Inside, my body flooded with warmth and despite the heat washing through me, I shivered. My face quickly radiated a huge smile.

“Seriously? Sir? Ma’am? You would do that for me?”

He laughed loudly which drowned out her response. “Yes … well, it is to help you but it is as much for us you should realize.” He paused to consider my reaction. As if being satisfied, “We will setup a salary to build for you future. You’ll have a bedroom. An account for all household items necessary. You’ll be completely covered in health and other needs. Along with taking care of the house, you will take care of us … and anyone else.” He continued to watch me closely. “Do you want time to think about it?”

I smiled. “No, sir … ma’am. I don’t need to. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Whatever I might have thought could come from that first time in his office … whatever I might have though could come from the weekends with them … whatever I might have thought might come from getting the divorce notice and guiltily acting as the innocent, aggrieved wife … this was the perfect, the ultimate outcome. My entire being felt content. This allowed me complete fulfillment of my deepest desire. I could serve them, please them to my heart’s content.

* * * CHAPTER 6: THE TRAINING will follow * * * Thanks for reading.