I was up and gone before eight in the morning... I had a busy day ahead

of me. I had to pack and ship off the stuff Marcie had requested, Then I

had the postponed appointment with my client. After that, I paid a visit

to my attorney to give him a "heads up" with regard to my upcoming

divorce. I left his office around three and, just as I was about to

decide what to do next, I got a call on my cell phone. It was Lolita.

"Hey!"

"Hey yourself!" I answered.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"In the Riverview area." I replied. "You?"

"We're in the Riverview area." Lolita said. "We want to see our new

home!"

I gave her directions from where she was, and headed to the house

myself. We pulled up at almost the same time.

Looking at the house from the outside, both women expressed excited

delight.

"It's beautiful, Nick!" Angie exclaimed.

"You won't say that when you see the inside;" I replied. "I'm only about

half-done with the downstairs part, and I haven't touched the upstairs."

The three of us went inside, and I guided the "nickel tour". Then we

settled in the kitchen to make further plans.

We agreed that each of us would have a private bedroom on the second

floor, leaving the fourth bedroom for guests. The attic was to become

our private "Playroom", where any two, or all three, could retire for

some "fun time".

The dining room was to remain a dining room and the parlor was to remain

as such also. What I called the quiet room was to become the

"Examination/birthing Room" for Lolita's midwifery project. That way the

parlor could double as a waiting room.

Of course, we would have a pool and hot-tub installed in the back yard,

and the basement was to be split between a small office for me and a den

for all of us.

It was further decided that Lolita and I would pursue our normal

occupations and, for the time being, Angie would be on retainer to

design and supervise the work that was to be done to the house. After

all, she did have a degree in interior design. Until the work was

substantially done, we would remain in residence at Lolita's. We

estimated that we should be able to move in within three months.

That settled, we drove back to Lolita's for the night.

My day had been busy, but had allowed a few minutes to stop at an

"Exotic Gift Shoppe" where I had made some purchases. The package was

still in the car. Angie rode with me to Lolita's, and as we moved

through the traffic, I suggested she look in side the bag.

"WOW!" she said as she looked at the box. "I've seen pictures of these,

but never a real one!"

"Tonight, Lolita is our slave." I said. "We will get her, front and

rear, together."

The package contained a lacy "French Maid" outfit for Lolita, and also

the object of Angie's wonder, a strap-on dildo. It was the sort which

had a double-ended "penis" with the harness at mid point, so that the

female wearer could enjoy the presence of a "dick" in her own opening

while she "did" a partner. Each end had a separately controlled vibrator.

Angie and I stopped in at a pizza take-out shop, then at a liquor store

for some wine. When we finally arrived at Lolita's, as we suspected, we

found her out back as she took slow laps in the pool. We sat at pool

side and made the pizza disappear on short notice. We had all been

famished. Then as we moved into the hot tub, Angie and I made it a point

to sit close to, and at either side of Lolita. I reached for her breast

and nibbled on her ear as Angie did the same from the other side.

Lolita gave a soft gasp. "What are you two up to?" she asked.

I gave her breast a pinch. "How dare you question your master?"

Angie followed suit. "How dare you question your mistress?"

The look of comprehension came over her briefly, then she lowered her

eyes in submission. "I'm sorry, Master Nicholas...Mistress Angela." her

remark came with a hint of a smile, indicating that she was willing to

assume the submissive role.

"You will go to the bedroom and make yourself ready for your

punishment." I said, quietly but firmly. Lolita briefly showed a puzzled

look, but, ready to play, got out of the hot tub, dried herself off and

retired into the house.

I had laid out her new "maid" outfit where she would see it on the bed,

along with a stone-studded black leather collar.

Angie and I remained in the hot tub for another five minutes, ample time

for Lolita to do as bidden. Then we went in.

Lolita was kneeling in the middle of the floor, her head down, hands on

her legs, when Angie and I walked in. I could see a hint of tension as

she became aware of our presence. I stood in front of her.

"Lolette," I began, "Show me who the master is."

Our "slave" leaned forward and began licking my semi-erect member, which

quickly became fully engorged. Her skill as a fellatrix once again

became evident, as waves of pleasure came over me. Pressure in my loins

began mounting.

"Stop." I said. "That's enough...for now." I pointed to the bed. Get up

there and service your mistress, while I prepare your treatment.

Lolita lay on her back and allowed Angie to straddle her head, so that

she may do justice to her clitoris, vaginal opening, and her anus. She

immediately engaged her mouth and tongue in the task.

I proceeded to fill a regular-sized enema bag, using the peppermint

drops. The water was hotter than normal. I attached a penis-shaped

nozzle to the end of the hose.

Just as I walked back in the room with the equipment, I saw Angie

shiver, then stiffen as she was transported to the throes of an orgasm.

She took in a deep breath and then growled her pleasure, slowly

releasing her tension.

I hung the bag in its customary place, and bade Angie to get up.

"Angela, my dear," I said, "Was that cunt-licking to your satisfaction?"

Angie feigned a bored attitude. "Mmmm... It was all right, I guess." She

continued: "A bit slow."

"I'm sorry!" piped in Lolita. "I promise to do better..."

"I think Lolette should be given a lesson." I said. "Don't you agree, my

dear?"

Angie nodded, a twinkle in her eye. "Yes..." she replied, "Maybe a

lesson will encourage her to improve her attitude. And her enthusiasm."

"All right." I said, as I pulled the padded hope chest away from the

window. "Lolette, get over here and get ready for your punishment."

Lolita kneeled on the floor and bent over the chest. The skirt on her

maid uniform rode high on her bottom. I removed her velcro-attached

panties, and saw that her vulva glistened wetly. Angie and I positioned

ourselves, kneeling, on either side of her.

"Fifteen strokes." I declared.

"Each..." chimed in Angie.

I pulled Lolita's skirt up to fully expose her beautiful bottom. Lolita

was panting quietly in anticipation.

"Smack!" my hand came down on her right cheek. Lolita gasped, and my

palm stung a bit. Angie reached under Lolita's belly to finger her

crotch.

"Smack!" came my second stroke, once more eliciting a gasp. Lolita then

moaned, reacting to Angie's ministrations.

And so it went, with me giving Lolita fifteen strokes across her bottom,

as Angie gave her strokes of another sort, with her skilled fingers.

"My turn!" said Angie, when I was done. We switched hands, and Angie

resumed the spanking while I stroked Lolita's very swollen, very wet

clitoris. By now, Lolita barely winced at the spankings, as she was lost

in the ecstasy of multiple orgasms elicited by Angie's and my fingers.

She moaned and sighed, occasionally stiffening as she reached and then

passed each plateau of pain/pleasure.

Finally, Angie's slow count of fifteen was finished. Lolita's buns

blushed red as she lay there panting, catching her breath.

"Now," I said, "Lolette, I want you to service me while Miss Angela

administers your enema."

I took Lolita by the hand and helped her get up, then led her back to

the bed. I positioned myself on my back and bade Lolita to get on her

knees between my legs. Angie proceeded to lube up her finger and prepare

Lolita's anus to receive the enema nozzle. Lolita immediately got busy

on my penis, which she licked and sucked and blew in that very special

way she did...

"Slowly..." I said to Lolita, "I want this to last for a while."

Angie started the water, and then left the room. I knew what she was

doing, but it would come as a surprise for Lolita, who was oblivious of

the fact that we had a new toy.

After only a couple of minutes, Angie came back in and presented a

somewhat bizarre picture with her willowy physique, gorgeous breasts,

and now an erect penis protruding from her crotch. Lolita was so

engrossed with receiving her enema and with her oral caressing of my

penis, that she didn't look at Angie, who had brought with her a jar of

cream which she proceeded to apply to Lolita's buns.

"Mmmm..." Lolita uttered, my penis in her mouth, as Angie spread the

soothing balm on her cheeks.

That's when we all heard the final gurgle signaling that the enema bag

was empty.

I bade Lolita to stop her oral service as Angie gently pulled the enema

nozzle out of her rectum. I gently pulled Lolita up so she could

straddle my groin area, and guided her with my hands so that her hot

vagina finally engulfed my very excited member. As I pulled Lolita's

shoulders toward me, Thus arching her back, Angie positioned herself at

Lolita's backside and entered her rectum with the strap-on.

Lolita gasped in surprise at the new invasion, but was soon lost in a

rhythm of rapturous movement as Angie and I both plunged in and out of

her two openings.

I could feel the dildo through the thin walls of Lolita's vagina and

rectum, the vibrations further stimulating my penis, further increasing

the urgency I felt to release my cum.

Our movements became random and disorganized as the three of us each

fell prey to our own rapture and, in a jumble of moans, sighs, and low

growls, in close succession, we all experienced our own form of relief.

We panted, sighed, and caught our breaths as we disengaged. Angie took

Lolita by the hand and led her to the bathroom. I followed, carrying the

spent enema bag, to clean it up. As Lolita sat, expelling, I removed her

collar, signaling the end of her slave status.

"Oh! WOW!" She exclaimed. "That was unbelievable!"

Angie and I laughed in agreement.

While Angie prepared the shower water, I helped Lolita remove her maid

outfit, and the three of us proceeded to give each other a leisurely

wash. After drying off, we went to bed for a well-deserved rest. We lay

down, in a "spoon" position, with me sandwiched behind Angie and in

front of Lolita. I reveled in my good fortune to be with these two

beautiful women.

I don't know low long I dozed for, but, a while later, I awoke and felt

pressure against my anus. As consciousness came to me I realized that

Lolita had decided to try the strap-on herself, with me as a recipient

of her attentions. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, as

Lolita entered me with the well-lubricated dildo. My previously

quiescent member sprang to life, and I inadvertently pressed against

Angie's bottom. She languidly reacted with a pleased moan and arched her

back, presenting her moist vaginal opening to the head of my member. I

entered her easily, and once again, the three of us were engaged,

forming a "daisy chain", lost in a rapture of glorious sensation.