You may have gathered that the first six chapters lead into this one. Fair warning, it contains a variety of fetishes including Femdom, Cross-dressing, Interracial sex with two men and a wife, gay sex… If you don’t like this, please find something you prefer! I again put it into Fetish as I did not know where else it should go!
Chapter 7
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Part 13
While my Queen read, and my two masters settled into a game of cards, I moved about the kitchen and dining area to clean up, stripped the bed and put the sheets into the wash. I felt quite special doing the chores while my Queen and masters relaxed. Serving is a pleasure. It is hard to explain the mentality in this role and position. Truly, why are household chores work, yet doing the same tasks for your dominants a pleasure? I truly cannot explain it, but it is real.
I would periodically be called over to refill a drink, and occasionally I met my Queen’s eyes which shone in approval, a moment that truly made me happy. Once the room was done I grabbed the shovel from the front cloak room, put on my heavy winter coat and tall boots (getting out of my stilettos was such a relief!) and moved to the deck to shovel off the access to the hot tub.
The day was stunning. About minus 2 (for my US friends, that is about 29 degrees Fahrenheit), sunny and clear, very little breeze. With the tub area protected by the house, only the breeze off the lake would add a chill. I added to the meter-high snow bank on the lake side to reduce this chill with snow blocks in a curve parallel to the tub. Removing the cover, being careful not to drop the snow into the tub, I turned up the water from the maintenance to the enjoyment level. I cleaned off the deck around the hot tub to give a space to jump out or sit, and the space would be ready once the water had warmed.
Returning to the great room, I announced that the tub was heating up and the area was prepared.
“Perhaps we should have something to nosh on before the tub is ready,” my Queen suggested, “and find an appropriate wine for mulled wine.” I began pulling together a tray of fruit and cheeses while the red wine and spices blended and warmed in the pot. I brought the tray out and allowed a tasting of the hot, spiced wine. After a little time to munch, Adam informed me that I should prepare the rest to serve in the hot tub.
Getting the tray ready, I saw that the three had now moved over to the door. I stood back and watched the three interact; apparently a discussion was going back and forth over who was going first. Marcus decided that the choice should be made based on strength, and that meant that my Queen should go first.
“I think you boys may have forgotten that you may have cocks and testicles, but they are mine.” my Queen responded, straight out. “Do not ever forget that part!” and she laughed, knowing her point was made lightly, but firmly.
Marcus and Adam looked at each other. While the smile was there, so too was the acknowledgement. Without the cartoon cloud above their head to provide the words in their minds, I read their exchange as a realization that while they had enjoyed women between them before, my Queen was truly a woman above the rest, and further, a woman above them.
Laughing, rock-paper-scissors became the mature means of settlement. Adam lost. Quickly stripping off his shirt and track pant, he moved his naked body out the door, barefoot, to the hot tub. “Holy fuck!” he yelled to everyone’s delight and laughter. Giving a fast test with his hand, he jumped into the hot water with almost no hesitation, looking back to the other two with outstretched hands, as if to say “See?”
Marcus was next. Dropping his attire is the same fashion, taking the same expedient approach he dashed out. Not even stopping to test the water, he simply jumped in.
Both now turned to Kalie. Her laughter stopped, and she turned to look at me. Her eyes shone, her smile wide. Funny, at that moment I felt a pang of jealousy. This was not sexual, but purely playful, yet her play was with the two men in the tub.
The cheers and clapping from the tub stopped that moment. I watched as she shimmied her yoga pants down her legs. Bent over, her incredible ass faced me, then her thighs. My wife’s muscular body never fails to impress me. She turned around, looking straight at me, her clean shaven pussy showing the blush of her previous activities. She crossed her arms, grabbing the bottom of her tank top, and lifted it over her head, her firm breasts standing proud, nipples full and erect.
The cheering became louder as she turned and dashed out the door. I watched her tight butt as she scampered across the deck. Each man stood and took a hand as they helped her into the tub between them, submerging their bodies back into the warmth as soon as she was settled.
They all laughed together, obviously enjoying themselves as Kalie turned to Marcus, laughing. The playful spirit between them was strong, and in a split second yalova escort it turned into a passionate kiss. I watched through the window as his sensual lips enveloped hers, turning her mouth up to meet his. A long passionate kiss then broke, with short, sensual kisses to follow. Looking into his eyes, she turned her head back towards Adam. Their eyes met, then their lips. The playful exchange with Marcus was repeated with her other lover, and she and Adam shared the same moment. I felt a much stronger pang of jealousy, but an even greater respect for the erotic sharing I witnessed, with the pain of my cock straining to become erect, pulling down on my testicles as the Trainer held true.
As they settled back against the side of the hot tub, Adam waved me to the door.
“I believe now is the time for the mulled wine, Stacie.” He requested.
I spent the next half hour monitoring the events outside, keeping glasses filled with the warm wine and ensuring the fruit and cheese was always available. One thing about drinking warm wine in the cold, it keeps you warm. The other thing, it gets you pretty buzzed and you don’t know it as the cold offers some numbing. Moving to take the tray, Adam looked at me.
“Far too many clothes, Stacie.” He commented.
“Well, Sir, I am not in the water but here to serve you and…” I started
“Are you arguing with your master, Stacie?” my Queen interrupted. “I do not think so. Go inside, remove your clothes and return. Only your trainer and your plug should come with you. Now, gurl!”
You don’t realize how much warmth comes from fishnet thigh-highs, but it is quite a bit. As the clothes dropped to the floor, the chill coming through the window was far more noticeable. Once naked, I looked outside and made a dash for the tub. Reaching the edge, I was about to jump in, when Marcus stopped me.
“Stacie, where are your manners?” he asked with a broad grin.
“Sir?” I responded.
“I do not believe you were invited in, but merely instructed to strip!” he responded, the amusement in everyone’s faces but my own was apparent.
“Sir. May I please join you in the tub?” I implored.
“Um, I think I would like some more wine. Adam? Darling?” he asked around the tub.
“A wonderful idea, Marcus.” my wife answered, looking at me with a grin.
“One moment my Queen, Sirs.” I responded, making a bee-line for the door.
Returning with the carafe, I poured the hot wine into their glasses and returned inside. Once in the kitchen I decided I needed one for myself, so poured a healthy glass and returned.
“Ah good, Stacie! You brought yourself one.” Adam offered. “You will probably need it, sweetie. C’mon in.”
Handing him my glass, I slid into the water beside him. As I sat down I realized Adam’s hand was on my bench, palms up. I tried to position myself around it, but he pushed up on the plug as I sat down making it more difficult to relax in the warmth.
“I read somewhere that the Danes use hot springs to allow their pores to open, and then use the snow to close them. Apparently, it is really good for the skin!” my Queen offered.
“Not something I have heard of, Kalie.” Marcus responded.
“All true, man,” Adam replied “really good for your skin. You want the snow to be a little packed down, so you don’t sink in it. Kind of like a soft bed. I think Stacie should prepare one and you can try it out, My Queen!”
I could feel my eyes widening as I looked for the laughter to let me know it was not real. None came.
“Stacie, the pile of snow you formed off to the side should be ideal.” my Queen stated. “Please prepare it.”
My role is to please, so I really had no option. Near to the tub, the wind breaks I had built up worked well, but as soon as I got around the breaks, to the snow, the wind off the lake was bloody cold. Not knowing what else to do, I quickly lay down on the snow.
The laughter behind me let me know that everyone was enjoying my discomfort.
“Roll around Stacie.” Adam instructed. “Back and forth. Make it a proper bed!” he laughed.
I rolled back and forth. Once the cold had frozen the outer layers of my skin, it felt warm and soon I had a bed almost an ice bed, formed.
I jumped up and quickly ran back to the tub. Now the water felt HOT, and my skin tingled incredibly. At least whatever erection I had was gone and the Trainer no longer pulled on my testicles. If anything, I probably could have slid out of it!
“Thank you, Stacie.” my Queen offered “I think you should head back inside and prepare for some massages. Get that fire roaring for warmth, because we will need it for our Nordic spa experience!”
I swallowed the rest of my wine, stood, and left the tub, dashing to the door. I grabbed towels for everyone and stoked the fire while the others remained in the tub.
Looking through the glass at the trio, I watched as one by one they jumped out of the edirne escort tub and rolled on the snow. Laughing at each other, I did notice that my masters, while shrinking from the cold, still maintained a sizeable advantage over me!
After getting back into the water, Marcus slid back up onto the edge of the tub. My Queen positioned herself between his legs with one over each shoulder and he reached down to keep his hands in the water, and conveniently over her breasts. As she looked up he brought his mouth to hers again, lightly at first, then firmer. She turned slightly towards him. Through the glass, I watched my wife stretch her neck up to meet him. His cock, laying on the side of the tub, began to grow. Turning further, I watched as she rested her arm on his thigh, her hand lifting his cock upwards, stroking it. Breaking away from his lips, she turned her mouth to his cock and took it between her lips.
Adam reached over and rubbed her back while she took Marcus deeper. Turning fully onto her knees, she was facing directly into Marcus’s torso, taking his cock deeper. Adam took the opportunity and I watched his arms move toward her ass. While I could not see anything, I watched her body move back and forth, each time enhancing the depth of Marcus’s cock in her mouth.
Grasping both sides of her head, Marcus began to fuck her mouth while Adam pushed from behind. Even through the glass I could hear Marcus roar as he pumped his seed into my wife’s mouth, his hips rocking, his head up and back, his breath visible in the cold.
For those who have never experienced it, sex in the snow does not last long. Snow balling may be fun, but once you have cum you look to get warm ASAP,and that is what Marcus did, sliding down the side of the tub in front of the kneeling Kalie, lifting her up and kissing her.
Adam sat back, and the three sipped their wine. Kalie was the first to stand and make her way quickly back to the door where I met her with a towel.
“Did you enjoy that, Stacie?” she asked.
“Yes, my Queen. Very much.” I responded truthfully.
“Good, so did I. I think I will warm myself in front of the fire while the boys come in. then massages are in order.” And she stood and walked over to the fireplace.
I met Marcus and Adam as they came in together. Still laughing about the cold, they were happy to get their towels and head to the fireplace. Marcus stopped in front of Kalie and gave her a soft, meaningful kiss. She smiled up at him as he stepped away. Adam sat on the other side of her on the hearth.
I served each another glass of mulled wine, still only in my trainer, and the plug in me. Once their glasses were full, I excused myself and put on a pair of tiny black spandex shorts and a black lace tank top with my ballet slippers. I figured if I was going to massage folks, I needed to move around the tables.
Returning to the great room, my Queen stopped me as I rounded the fire.
“Excuse me gurl. I expect, no demand, appropriate attire, not lounge wear. The top may stay, but I expect a sexual massage to occur in a skirt. I think the silver mini is appropriate. String crotchless panties, and thigh highs with bows. You have comfortable work shoes. Make up to show respect. Please return once you are ready, and only then,” came my rebuke. If I had a tail, it would have been between my legs.
When I returned I was attired as instructed. My service shoes, with a wide two-inch heel are comfortable. I had selected the black fishnets with the large bow in front, clearly visible about 6″ below the short, silver skirt. This skirt allows my Trainer to show, something my Queen appreciates. Make up was carefully applied, appropriately slutty.
I quickly ensured the table was close enough to the fire for warmth and had the oils on the hearth, warming. Once completed I announced I was ready. My Queen decided to stay back and enjoy the show. Marcus offered to critique my technique, and sat beside my Queen on the couch, his arm around her shoulders, leaving Adam to take the table first.
He proudly removed his towel and threw it to me, climbing onto the table.
I poured oil into my hands and warmed it, before letting it drizzle between my fingers over his back. As I worked the oil into his muscles, I could feel the chill from the apres hot tub activities. I felt his muscles begin to relax. As my fingers worked out the tightness, I heard him moan his approval. His shoulders were strong and his torso quite angular down to his hips. I found myself enjoying his back, but taking long glances up and down, admiring his taut butt. Each time I did this I gave myself a mental slap. Massage, massage, massage I played over and over in my head, yet I continued to admire his fine ass!
I worked his lower back, and then out of self awareness, skipped his buttocks and moved to his legs. The man appeared to spend quality time in the gym. He was not simply built around his arms, erzurum escort but his physique was that of someone who worked all his muscle groups. He likely took advise from Marcus, a man who also knew his way around the gym and was knowledgeable about the human body (in oh so many ways apparently).
As I finished his legs, Marcus piped up “I think you forgot his glutes, Stacie.” My Queen chuckled.
“What if I am glute-intolerant?” I asked trying to make light of my discomfort.
“You seem to be very glute-in-tolerant last night!” my Queen offered.
I poured more oil into my hands and began to work over his glute muscles. I worked around the larger muscles at the side, and to the top at the sacrum. Adam spread his legs slightly.
“I think you need to focus on his piriformis more.” Marcus commented.
“His what?” I turned to him.
“Let me show you,” he replied as he stood “it’s not always easy to find.”
Standing on the other side of the table, Marcus showed me the techniques for a deep tissue massage. “Don’t be afraid, the three muscles in the glutes are pretty resilient. They need to be relaxed.” He explained as his moved his hands around the exterior. “Now the piriformis is here.” And he took my hands, placing it on the center part of the cheek. “Massage there, or knead it with your fingers, pressing fairly deep.” He explained.
“Now, use you fingers to separate the cheeks, again keeping up the kneading” and he held my hands as we moved. Pouring more oil over my hands, he pressed my hands downward holding my wrists. My fingers began to work their way down into his crack between his cheeks. I don’t think he ever offered a anatomy term for this, but he pushed.
“Now, determine what is kneading, and what is needed.” He said pushing my hands further. Adam had spread his legs more and raised his midsection off the table slightly. As my fingers touched his anus, his moan intensified.
“That’s it baby, feel the need.” my Queen offered. Only then did I realize she had moved to stand beside me. Her fingers intertwined with mine, and she looked me in the eyes as our fingers rubbed over his anus, she pressed my fingers into the pink ring. “Push baby.” She whispered, and I did, my fingers sliding into his ass. “Give him two, baby.” she coaxed, and I slip my second finger in, pushing deeply.
Adam was moaning on the table, as he raised himself up, my wife slid her hand under him and grasped his cock. Marcus had moved behind her and removed her towel, his hands sliding down to her ass, massaging her.
“I think perhaps you should change places with Adam, darling.” Marcus commented “If you would like” he interjected quickly.
“A wonderful idea, Marcus. Adam?” she requested.
I slid my fingers out of Adam’s ass, and he rose up off the table, his cock sticking straight forward. He turned to me and kissed me, then lifted my fingers to my mouth and I sucked them in.
Kalie lay down on the table on her back. Moving her head to the edge of the table, she let it fall back and opened her mouth. Adam walked to the top of the table, and slowly slid his cock between her lips. Marcus bent over and touched the inside of her thighs. As my wife opened her legs, Marcus took her clitoris between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. Standing at the side, I took one of her nipples into my mouth and began to suck on it, lightly running my teeth over the tip, then moved to her other nipple.
I turned my head as Marcus’s lips slid over her pussy lips, pulling them into his mouth, then moved to the other side. His face was drenched in her fluids and the eroticism of the moment allowed a massive flow. He swallowed repeatedly; I marveled at just how wet she was at this moment.
Adam, at the other end was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. I watched her hands on his ass, pulling him forward and watched her throat stretch as his cock entered her esophagus. The sound coming from her mouth were a mix of moaning, choking, and drooling. Each time he pulled out, his long black cock glistened, before he pushed into her throat again.
As her moans became louder, I watched Marcus slide his fingers into her pussy, finding her g-spot and lifting her up, appearing to extend her clitoris into his mouth further. The moaning increased and then reached a fevered pitch and Adam’s cock popped out of her mouth.
“OH MY FUCKING AHHHHHH!!” came out of her mouth, her breath jagged, almost gasping. I love to see my wife squirt, and this time she pumped fluid all over Marcus’s face in one spasm after another. She was barely able to catch her breath when she demanded Adam to fuck her.
“Now, you big bastard. I want your fucking cock!” she yelled. I have never heard anything quite like that come from her mouth.
Adam came around the end of the table, his long hard cock standing straight out. My Queen slid down the table and literally wrapped her legs around Adam. In a single motion he impaled my Queen on his cock, or more appropriately, my Queen impaled herself on his cock.
“Fuck yes!” she yelled, “FUCK!! ME!! HARDER!!” she yelled, humping against his midsection, grinding against him his full shaft deep inside.
“Oh shit!” Adam yelled “oh Shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” and he exploded, screaming through an outstanding orgasm.