She said she understood. Matthew then said that although her sexuality was to be disciplined, that certainly did not mean it was going to be suppressed. Orgasm control was an important part of the process, but although her orgasms were now restricted, they were not denied altogether. He asked if that was satisfactory. She replied, blushing a little, that she would like to come more frequently than she was allowed, but that she knew it was not right to make demands, and she accepted that it was for her own good that sometimes she was denied even when she wanted it.
Matthew went on to say that since her break-up with Brian she was no longer allowed sex with other men, and that this would continue into the foreseeable future, until such time as we thought she was ready to resume dating. She nodded her agreement. However, he said, you are a healthy girl with normal appetites; in fact I would say with something above normal appetites. And it would be good for you not only to have orgasms occasionally, but also to have intercourse; in particular, to have intercourse with an experienced man who will treat you responsibly and who has your best interests at heart. He said that he was therefore proposing to fuck her that evening.
Beth went rather red in the face, not so much from shame, I think, but from a powerful erotic impulse that resulted from what Matthew proposed. It was obvious enough that she had thought about this moment for a long time, had indeed eagerly anticipated it. Matthew reached out and stroked her hair gently, and I got up from the table and went round and kissed her. She responded warmly. Matthew took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. He ordered her to remove his clothes, and then for her to remove mine. When we were all three naked, we lay on the bed, Beth between Matthew and I. He began to kiss her, on the mouth, slowly working his way down her neck and to her breasts. I watched as he took her nipples in his mouth one by one, sucking then nibbling on them. Beth was looking at him in rapture. Matthew went lower still, kissing her smooth white belly. While he did this, I stroked her cheeks and kissed her mouth, pushing my tongue inside. I was becoming aroused, wanting her as much as Matthew did, but all the more excited, rather perversely, because Beth was the primary object of his desire. I wanted her and I wanted him, but I should only get either of them vicariously on this occasion.
As Matthew went lower still, spreading her legs to lick the lips of her cunt, I too went a little lower and took his place in kissing and sucking her breasts. Beth was sighing and gasping with pleasure. I glanced down and saw Matthew's tongue running slowly up and down her cunt, pushing between the lips to find her clit. I always thought Beth had a pretty cunt, the lips well-defined but not too prominent, and coloured a delicate shade of pink. By this time Matthew had made her shave it completely bare, 'like a little girl', he said.
Matthew was now ready to mount her. He moved his body upwards, pushing Beth's legs apart. He put his hand down there and moved his cock into position. I watched his buttocks clench as he entered her. Beth made a kind of moaning sound; it was pure pleasure for her, penetrated at last. When he had sunk his cock right into her, Matthew paused for a moment, then began to fuck her with strong, steady strokes. I watched with my head supported on my arm, reaching out to stroke Beth's face, or Matthew's. Now and again I ran my hand down his back as far as his bottom and stroked it, letting my fingers trail up the cleft between his buttocks. I knew he liked that. Gradually the speed and force of his thrusting increased. Beth began to grunt each time Matthew's cock plunged into her. Eventually he came, with a groan of pleasure, and then fell still. Beth turned to me with a smile, or perhaps it was a grin of triumph. She had got what she wanted at last, which was my husband's body in hers. At that moment I was happy for her. It was a long time before I felt differently about it.
After a while we all got up and had a shower together. Then we went back to bed. Matthew, undoubtedly greatly excited by the situation, got a second wind, of which I was the beneficiary. This time I was in the middle, and Beth had to settle for a spectator's role as Matthew fucked me, turning me on my side and taking me from behind. I gazed steadily at Beth as Matthew vigorously pounded into me. I suppose even then I had some intimation that, despite what she had recently received, she was jealous. I thought she had no need to be; but then none of us had much idea how jealousy can seep into even the most well-intentioned of relationships.
Chapter Three
I don't think Matthew was conscious of these early currents of feeling between Beth and I. He felt happy that he was servicing two attractive females, each of whom appeared to dote on him. But he was always looking to move things on a little further. The following week we were strolling in our locality and passed a sex shop. Matthew insisted we all go inside. There was a dazzling array of vibrators, all shapes and sizes. I already had one and didn't need another; Matthew saw Beth looking, but told her, with a straight face, that she was too young for such things, and that it would distract from the orgasm training she was undergoing. She looked disappointed. However, in another part of the store we saw some harnesses designed to hold a strap-on dildo in place on a woman. Matthew was greatly struck by these devices and announced that he would purchase one.
'You've been fucked by me, Beth,' he said. 'Now you shall be fucked by Annabel.'
I gave a nervous laugh, but I could see he was serious. At the time I didn't know how I felt about this. It wasn't something I had ever fantasised about. But as I was discovering, our ownership of Beth was opening up all sorts of possibilities never previously considered. Matthew decided which one would suit me best, a contraption of black leather with a sold black silicone dildo to fit. It wasn't the largest dildo in the store by any means, and it crossed my mind that Matthew didn't want Beth fucked by anything much bigger than his cock.
Matthew was impatient to try it out as soon as we got home. He took Beth and me into the bedroom. First he undressed Beth, then he made her undress me. He told her to sit on the bed and wait. He took me in the bathroom and fitted the harness on me. There were straps that went between my legs and around the buttocks, holding everything securely in place. The black dildo stood out a right angle. It was curious; I suddenly felt empowered, to have this great big thing jutting out from my body. So was this how it felt to be a man, with a huge, hard cock? Maybe.
We went back in the bedroom. Beth's eyes opened wide when she saw the strapon. She looked just a trifle nervous, as if she wasn't sure such a thing would fit inside her, even though, as I've said, it was scarcely bigger than Matthew's erect cock. Matthew led me over to where she was sitting on the bed.
'Kiss it,' he said to her.
She bent and kissed the tip. On an impulse, I grabbed the back of her neck and forced the dildo into her mouth, almost to the back of her throat.
'Suck on that, you little slut,' I said. I don't know where this aggression was coming from. Perhaps I thought that's how men were when they got a hard-on.
Beth was nearly choking when I let her pull away. Matthew was watching intently. I could see how excited he was. He got on the bed, seating himself upright at the top of it, and then pulled Beth towards him. He made her lie on her back between his legs, then reached down and took hold of her thighs, just behind her knees, and raised them up and outwards, exposing her to me.
'Fuck the little slut,' he said. His voice was hoarse.
I got on my knees in front of Beth. I took hold of the dildo and put the tip between the lips of her cunt. Slowly I pushed in. Beth gasped. I continued pushing until it was buried deep inside her. I paused for a moment, then withdrew carefully and pushed in again. I began to fuck her, slowly at first, then faster. Beth groaned and writhed about, but Matthew held her firm. The fucking went on for a while, then Matthew said he wanted to change position. I pulled out of Beth. He told her to get on all fours. I knelt behind her and pushed the dildo in again, holding her hips and thrusting in and out. Matthew took all his clothes off and knelt in front of Beth. He guided her head down to his cock and pushed it into her mouth. Now she was doubly penetrated, front and rear; I've heard this called a spit-roast. I continued to fuck her from behind while Matthew fucked her mouth. It felt good. I wasn't getting any physical stimulus, but that was more than made up for by the excitement of fucking a girl for the first time. I kept going until Matthew came in her mouth. I think she swallowed most of it. Then I pulled out.
I wondered just for a moment what it would be like to fuck Matthew with the dildo. But I didn't try it. It wasn't his thing, or if it was he'd never given the slightest hint. I hadn't even pushed a finger inside him. I think he felt that for a man to be penetrated was somehow shameful, and I have never tried it. But it was strange how wearing this thing gave me a different perspective on what it is to fuck and to be fucked.
I lay on my back on the bed, the thing sticking straight up. Beth lay beside me and touched it, stroking it gently, almost as if she was giving me physical pleasure from the contact. I didn't want to come. I'm not sure what I did want, except to digest what had happened. Matthew, having had his orgasm, wasn't immediately interested in further sex-play, so he went and took a shower. When he came back, I was still lying on my back on the bed and Beth was on top, the dildo sunk deep in her cunt while she played with her clit. I'd told her to do this.
Matthew sat beside us and watched. Then suddenly he said to Beth, 'Come now. Come for me.' And she did, just like that. I'd never been trained to come to order. I'm not sure I would want to be. But I was impressed. It became almost a kind of party trick for her, and she loved being able to please Matthew in this way.
As time went on, Matthew enlarged the range of things he liked to do with her. He told me how they had a game they played. He'd agree to meet her somewhere like Starbucks. But he wouldn't sit next to her. Instead, he'd sit on the other side of the room and watch her, sending her instructions via texts. He might begin by telling her to raise her skirt a little, so that it was exactly three inches above her knee. He'd watch to see if any guys stared at her legs. If he saw one, he'd text her to turn herself towards him, without apparently noticing him, and then cross and uncross her legs. Assuming that got the guy's attention, he'd make her sit with her legs apart, in such a way that the guy could see at least part-way up her skirt. All the time she wasn't to look at him; the idea was that she was showing him things without being aware of it. But of course she was very much aware of it, and it excited her to expose herself like this. Matthew would never take it so far that she caused a scandal, but he did sometimes make her get up and walk past the man who had been looking at her, and once he told her, when you get up to him drop something, and when you move to pick it up maybe he can see up your skirt again. And she did this, very successfully. Matthew could see that the man actually said something to her; afterwards, Beth told him the man had asked her name, but that she hadn't replied.
The second part of the game was that later Matthew would interrogate her about what had happened. He'd force her to confess that she had slutty feelings, that she enjoyed teasing anonymous men by letting them look up her skirt. Then he'd tell her that she was a bad girl, and make her admit it. 'What happens to bad little girls?' he would demand. 'They get punished,' she would say. So then he would 'punish' her, making her kneel on a chair with her skirt up and her knickers pulled down while he spanked her with a strap or a belt.
Of course it was all in play. They both knew that he was provoking her to be a slut solely in order to be able to punish her, and that she went along with it for the pleasure of being spanked. Sometimes she went even further than he said; showing even more leg, just to provoke him into punishing her more severely. In the protocols of domination/submission, this is called 'topping from the bottom', and regarded by some dominants as almost a capital crime, but Matthew was never too much constrained by other people's notions of how a Dom should behave.
Even so, there was a point to these games, within the ongoing process of training Beth to be a better girl. Matthew said it was important for her to be brought face to face with the sluttiness inherent in her nature. She needed to acknowledge her tendency to lead men on, which in the past had got her into trouble, enticing unsuitable men then having to live with the consequences. In making her do such things, Matthew felt he was encouraging her to be more aware of her behaviour. But of course they both found it fun.
Sometimes I would spend time alone with Beth. I never fucked her at such times, only when Matthew was present, and then only rarely. (Similarly, Matthew never fucked her alone, only when I was there.) When she and I were together we would do girly things. I'd do her hair for her, and put make-up on her, then dress her up in littlegirl clothes, frilly things I'd bought for her. Then I'd take photographs. Beth liked to pose. She liked to do anything where she was the centre of attention, and I think a lot of submissive girls are like that. They need to please, and they need to be seen to be pleasing.