by Henry Morgan
There was no other choice than to return to medicine, and when the opportunity to buy himself into a practice in Brighton turned up he leapt at the chance. Life once more became enjoyable. He took up squash and cycling. Fitter than ever he threw himself into his work and was soon part of a thriving practice.
Everything would have continued along this vein had Richard, one of his new partners, not invited him to dinner one evening. It was an invitation like any other, although the meal was to be in a private house and not at a restaurant. Outside caterers would provide the food. All that David need do was bring a companion. He chose not to, despite the fact that both his partners would be with their wives.
Unlike David, who still rented a flat, Richard owned a large Edwardian house, kept in period decor. His other partner and wife were already there when he arrived, enjoying aperitifs and conversation in the drawing room.
‘Glad you could come,’ Richard beamed and shook his hand. ‘What will you have?’
David asked for a vodka with lime and joined the group. While Richard poured his drink Craig introduced the women, it being the first time David had met them. The first was Stephanie, his wife, and the other was named Kimberly.
‘Are you sisters?’ asked David, aware of how alike they were.
‘We are,’ Stephanie smiled warmly. ‘The similarity is very strong, don’t you think?’
‘Remarkable. Are you twins then?’
Kimberly answered this time. ‘Just sisters,’ she said. ‘Stephanie’s the baby.’
It wasn’t only their features that made them appear twin-like; both wore almost identical clothes. In his experience David found that women were usually horrified to find someone wearing anything remotely like their own clothes, and yet these two were sitting next to each other apparently unaware of it. And what a strange choice of clothes, too. They were very attractive females, both of them, with long waist length hair that had been pulled into tight ponytails. David usually expected to see such girls in up to the minute fashion, but these wore heavy white blouses with a high stiff neck and blue cotton skirts that stopped just above the knee; all pristine and severe. The look appealed to him. It conjured up thoughts of Miss Haines. Their waists were unbelievably narrow, waif-like even. It accentuated their hips and full breasts, creating the most sensual image. Sitting upright and proper as they were, the pair were arousing David in a curious yet familiar way – a way he hadn’t felt for…
‘Here you go,’ said Richard, holding out his vodka. ‘Dinner won’t be long.’
David accepted the glass with thanks, and then asked how they had come to marry sisters when he knew both men were from different parts of the country.
‘We met the girls after Richard and I set up the practice,’ answered Craig. ‘We were new in town, so we joined a few clubs and societies. Dinner clubs, you know, that sort of thing.’
The caterer entered to say the table was ready, and the five retired to the dining room. As David was on his own, Richard insisted he sit at the head of the table flanked by the girls.
The meal went well; the food was good, the conversation pleasant, and the surroundings delightful. Ornate plasterwork coving and decorative cornice complemented by oil paintings lent a gentle ambience to the room that was further enhanced by candlelight from several flambeaus.
During the meal David noticed a crease on Stephanie’s blouse where her nipple would be. Furtively glancing at Kimberly he noticed the same. When the flickering light from the candle threw the shadow to a certain angle the outline of a ring could be seen beneath their blouses. Both girls were pierced through their nipples!
Well, well, David smiled to himself. He never thought his straight-laced partners had it in them. Now he knew about the nipple rings he found it hard not to stare. He was trying his best to study the crystal decanter when Stephanie suddenly rolled off the chair and crashed to the floor.
‘Oh my God!’ shouted Craig. ‘What’s the matter?’
In an instant David was up and carrying Stephanie back into the drawing room where he laid her on a large sofa. The others were right behind, Richard carrying a glass of water.
‘She’s just fainted,’ assured David. ‘It must have been the rich wine and the warmth. I’d better loosen some clothing.’
‘I’ll do it!’ Craig stammered quickly.
‘I am a bloody doctor too remember,’ David countered, already unbuttoning the collar of her crisp blouse. ‘I don’t think this skirt helps either – it’s much too tight.’
‘No—!’ It was too late for Craig to stop his partner from lowering his wife’s zip and tugging her skirt down, exposing her lovely stockinged legs and tiny black panties, beneath which the clear shape of a labial ring could be seen.
The cool air on Stephanie’s legs seemed to help. She mumbled something, although she remained semi-conscious. David undressed her further, laying her blouse open to uncover a black basque that was drawn extremely tight. He turned to her husband.
‘No wonder she fainted. This is far too restrictive – help me undo it.’
‘I’ll do it,’ offered Kimberly. ‘I know what men are like with fasteners. You’re all right with a Rubik’s Cube, but give you a bra to undo and you’re lost.’
Richard supplied them all with a drink to ease the tension. It had been quite exciting there for a moment or two and they needed to relax. Kimberly meanwhile removed her sister’s basque, revealing her soft breasts and leaving her lying in only her panties and stockings.
‘Oh well, may as well get these off too.’ She worked her sisters black panties down over her bottom and thighs to reveal a smoothly shaved mound. David noted that she seemed to enjoy exhibiting her sister. Perhaps he had stumbled across a little group of swingers.
Free from all but her stockings, and refreshed from the cool air wafted by Kimberly’s napkin, Stephanie soon came round a little. She didn’t immediately realise she was lying naked in front of everyone. Somewhat appealingly her first words were an apology for spoiling the dinner.
‘Just you relax and rest,’ soothed her husband. ‘You didn’t spoil anything.’
As her senses returned she focused upon David, and she remembered there was a newcomer in their midst. Her nakedness suddenly dawned on her and she squealed and tried to cover herself with her arms.
‘Don’t worry,’ Craig soothed. ‘David’s seen you now.’ He turned to offer an explanation to the new partner. ‘I don’t suppose you’ve ever seen anything like this before?’ he asked.
David smiled and took a sip of his chilled vodka. ‘You’d be surprised at what I’ve seen.’ he said. ‘I knew she would be shaved and probably pierced down below when I recognised the nipple rings pushing against her blouse. Kimberly’s the same, isn’t she? Are they submissive too?’
The two husbands looked at each other, but it was Richard who answered. ‘Totally. We were hoping to introduce you to the scene, although not quite this way, obviously. It seems events have overtaken our intentions.’
David looked at Kimberly standing by the fireplace. ‘Is she equally as attractive without any clothes on?’ he asked, anxious to see the sisters together. Richard immediately instructed his wife to remove her skirt and come closer for inspection. Without a sign of hesitation she removed her blouse, and then unzipped her skirt and allowed it to glide seductively to the floor. Her underwear consisted of a tightly drawn basque like that of her sister’s, a tiny G-string, and sheer black nylon stockings that bristled as she walked across to David.
‘May I?’ he asked, pointing to her minuscule panties.
Richard nodded.
David knelt in front of her, his face inches from her warm sex, and eased down the flimsy black garment to reveal a second smooth mound. Her lips were fatter than those of her sister’s, and so the gold labial rings were thicker and heavier. He pulled them playfully, making her groan as tiny waves of pleasure im
mediately shot around her body.
‘Does she enjoy fellatio?’ he asked, wondering what her mouth would feel like on his growing erection.
‘She enjoys anything and everything. She will accommodate whatever I require.’
David turned her round and couldn’t help but notice the stripes of a freshly administered cane on her lovely buttocks. Running his fingers along the slightly raised flesh he asked if Richard meted out the punishment personally.
‘I do,’ he replied. ‘Just to remind her who’s boss. She hardly ever needs it since she came back from the training school. Craig never straps Stephanie – says she’s so obedient she doesn’t need it any more.’
It was evident that Richard was extremely proud of Kimberly, as Craig was of Stephanie, and as the drinks continued to flow they started telling David in increasing detail how they often stripped them both for the pleasure of their friends at the club…
The girls were expected to stand in front of the audience while their husbands ceremonially unbuttoned their white blouses and took them off, as though unveiling two beautiful pieces of priceless art. They would then unzip and lower their skirts in order to reveal their underwear, which was always, as ordered, tight-waisted basques, black silk knickers, stockings and suspenders. After a period of time, during which the audience savoured their beauty, the men would relieve them of their restricting basques and panties, leaving both standing with their shaved mounds and full breasts on show. Their husbands would then stand behind them and spread their legs, opening their sex-lips to display the labial piercings while they were told to hold their breasts out for admiration. Often Richard and Craig would finger their wives’ denuded lips until they each reached a climax.
They enjoyed bending them to show off their bottoms, opening them for the audience to gaze upon their wetness. The final display would see the sisters placed side by side on two leather armchairs. They were expected to keep their backs straight and push their ample breasts out. Their legs were draped over the arms of the chair, which resulted in their wet labia being displayed to their best advantage. Each honoured guest was then invited to caress and explore the girls’ bodies. Two men at a time sucked and pulled at their nipples and fondled their breasts. The sisters’ vaginas would be examined; many men opening their outer lips, spreading them wide to smell the sweet aroma that floated from the inner passage. Often it would be inquisitive tongues that did the exploring, darting in and out and around the sensitive lips, lapping the cream the women were producing with each new tongue and each fresh set of digits.
This was as far as audience participation was permitted, as the sisters’ delicious delights were strictly reserved for Richard and Craig. The men were allowed to satisfy their own lust, however, and would kneel in front of the girls, their erections only tantalising inches from the soft female flesh. They would bring themselves off with bulging eyes glued to the two matching beauties. By the time they all left the sisters’ thighs and bellies would be glistening from the male emissions, and Richard and Craig would drive them home with two erections ready to burst…
‘It really is the only way for a man and woman to live,’ Richard concluded.
For a while the right of a man to train his wife as Richard and Craig had done dominated the conversation.
‘Neither of us were forced into it.’ offered Stephanie, now fully recovered and reclining next to her sister on the sofa. ‘It was our decision; we both chose to do it. We knew it was the way our husbands wanted to live. They both love us, care for us, and look after us. They work hard to give us all we have, and in return we give them what we can, and if that means giving them complete control of our bodies to do with as they desire, then so be it.’
Kimberly supported her sister’s opinion. ‘When Steph suggested we give ourselves totally to our husbands I was all for it. But I wanted to do it right, and that means proper training. We told the boys of our decision and they were delighted, although they did say to wait a while to be really sure it was what we both wanted. We discussed it further, and we both decided we could live no other way, and so arrangements were made for us to go to the training school.’
‘Training school?’ asked David. ‘What training school?’
‘It’s not quite a school as you’d imagine,’ cut in Craig with a smile. ‘Not a school at all, really. Someone at the club whose wife went there for a while put us onto it. It’s up in Argyll in a small castle. We took the girls up for a look one day and ended up leaving them there for three weeks. When we went back to collect them they were fully trained and prepared to do our bidding.’
Thoughts of the training school in Mashhad where the delectable Miss Haines had been taught flashed through David’s mind, as did the house of Ayub in Karachi, and the unforgettable, if cruelly run, International Club. But these places were in Iran and Pakistan; surely their like didn’t exist in Britain. David wanted to learn more.
‘Are there many of these schools?’ he inquired.
‘That was the only one we could find,’ said Richard. ‘And it was so booked up it wasn’t easy to get the girls in. It was very expensive too.’
‘And does it train women to be fully submissive?’
Richard and Craig looked at each other while the two sisters excused themselves to go to the bathroom. David openly admired the rear view of Kimberly in her basque, and both of them in their shimmering silk stockings that encased their shapely legs like a second skin.
‘Mind you stay away from the kitchen,’ Richard called after them. ‘We don’t want the caterers seeing you like that.’ Once they’d left the room he answered David’s last question.
‘When we went to the school we had to fill in a questionnaire asking which needs required most attention. We discussed it with the girls, and we chose the certain elements of the training programme which suited us all. There were some things we decided against – as they didn’t appeal to the girls.’
‘We agreed to them being trained to a certain extent, but we didn’t want to go too far.’ said Craig. ‘After all, we all wanted pleasure – the girls included.’
‘But I thought you said they’re submissive,’ said David, realising with increasing excitement that perhaps things here in Britain were not as staid as he thought.
‘They are submissive,’ said Richard, not quite understanding David’s point. ‘They attend to all our needs. They do everything we ask. What more can we want from them?’
‘Do they really attend to all your needs? Do they really satisfy you in every way?’ David pursued the point, his eyebrows raised in a manner of superiority. ‘Are you – for example – able to demand anal sex?’
‘No, we all decided against that.’ Craig answered, looking uncomfortably at Richard. ‘The girls didn’t want to indulge. They think it uncivilised and rough. They are from good stock you know David. They always retain their high standards.’
David smiled to himself and thought of the two sisters sprawled in ornate leather armchairs with a collection of men masturbating over their nudity; very high standards. ‘And you, Craig – don’t you want to indulge either? Don’t you fancy the idea of anal sex? Of sliding your cock into your wife’s lovely tight bottom?’
‘I – um.’ Craig looked a little flustered by the candid questions.
‘And what about you Richard?’ David was beginning to wonder how much control they actually had over their wives. He knew now there was still a vast difference between the cultures of his travelled lands and the country he was now in.
Richard spoke quietly. ‘Of course we like the idea, but at the end of the day we want our wives to enjoy their roles as well. We look after them and don’t hurt them. Well, not too much, the odd strapping now and then perhaps. In return they allow us to have control of their bodies. We’re happy, aren’t we?’ He turned to his partner who, by the look on his face, wasn’t so sure. David noticed his thoughtful response.
/> ‘Then they’re not submissive at all,’ David goaded. ‘They’re only submissive while it pleases them. They are the ones who call the shots. Oh yes, they’ll do what you want them to do – within a certain set of rules, which it seems to me they have dictated. But in reality, to have submissive women means there are no rules – no regulations. They will and must do what you want. You are the masters. You make the rules. So don’t sit and tell me about the control you exert. Seems to me you don’t have any! If you want to shove your cock up her arse then she should be ready and willing. If you want her to suck and lick your cock then she will do it with no hesitation at all. Do they ever fuck with other men?’
Craig reconfirmed that at the club events were never allowed to go that far.
‘And whose decision was that?’ asked David. ‘No – don’t tell me, I bet I know. Wouldn’t you like to see it happen? Perhaps bent over a table with their legs kicked wide and some blokes taking them from behind. Or kneeling and having to suck some strange cock. Don’t you think they should be giving someone else the pleasure they give you?’
Craig, who’s penis was uncurling in his pants at the thought of his wife’s body being caressed and fondled by other men, said: ‘Yes I do – if I’m honest. But people don’t actually do things like that – do they? I mean, I dream of such things, but we can’t just go out and do everything we dream about, can we?’
‘And why not?’ David pushed. ‘If you need to have pleasure from such things, if you want to see your wife do such things, then you must do it. It’s as simple as that.’
‘It can’t be that simple,’ retorted Richard, furtively thinking of the many fantasies he himself had had involving his wife and other men – often two or three at the same time. ‘If it was that simple we’d all be doing it, the world over.’
