The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

When we met Sean for lunch in Portland on Sunday, Mom and Sue were wearing some of their sluttiest clothes considering the weather, and they entered the restaurant on leashes with Lushes in their pussies, their husbands leading them in. Sean stood as we approached the table, shocked once again by what the cat dragged in, metaphorically speaking. Alicia and Ingrid were also with us, our protection.

I introduced Gretchen, her parents, and Ingrid, her bodyguard.

“You can add Ingrid to your hall pass list, Sean,” I said. “Since she needs to go where Gretchen goes and if I want to spend some quality time with Gretchen, you should have something to do besides twiddle your thumbs. She’s not on my list, because I’ve only got the three, but you can definitely have her on yours.”

“What’s going on with both sets of parents?” Sean asked. “Are your mothers at risk of running into traffic?”

I laughed. “Good one, honey. No, it’s just that both women seem to have an itch between their legs they like to get scratched, so their spouses thought they should have a little more control exerted in their lives. Now, they can’t even touch themselves without getting punished. They seem to like it though. They’re very orgasmic as you’ll see during the meal.”

“What does Gretchen do for a living?” Sean said.

“Artist, and a damn good one too,” I replied. “She’s already sold almost 25 pieces at $5000 apiece, and I think they’re going to start going up in price. I’ve got some photos on my phone if you want to see some examples of her work.”

“Sure.”

I pulled out my phone, and was showing Sean some of her pictures when Sue said, “Master, may I please cum?” She was blushing bright red, just meeting Sean for the first time and needing to ask for permission to orgasm in front of him.

Sean’s head snapped up as James said, “Yes, Whore, you can cum.” Sean watched as Sue very clearly orgasmed, right in front of him.

“She has a toy in her pussy,” I whispered to him. “She’s been edged constantly for a couple days.”

“Edged?”

“Kept right on the edge of an orgasm, often not permitted to cum, or punished if she does with a nice bare ass spanking. Mom has one in her pussy too.”

“Uh, why?”

“It’s their penalty for being allowed to fuck other people; their whole slavery thing, really. Their husbands, their Masters, want to keep them aroused so they’re always ready to fuck at a moment’s notice. It’s led to some really great sex.”

It was Mom’s turn next. “Master, may I please cum?”

“No, Slut. You may not. You know what happens to you if you do?” Dad said.

“Please, Master.”

“No, Slut. Now behave yourself. You’re embarrassing Jessica’s date.”

Of course, she climaxed anyway, about four minutes later. As a result, her orgasm was a little louder and more noticeable to the other guests.

“Have you ever had one of those things in your pussy?” Sean asked.

“I was Quinn’s submissive one weekend a month for about four months, until we became exclusive.”

“Quinn again?”

“I’m not trying to hide anything from you. I’m not hiding the things I did with Quinn.”

“Did you like it?”

“I told you I like strong, masculine men who know what to do with me if I’ve been a bad girl.”

“You like to get spanked?”

“Yes, under certain rules and guidelines. It’s not unlimited. You can’t abuse me and call me a submissive.”

“You like to be treated like a cheap tart?”

“I have enjoyed that, yes. Not in the area where I live and work, but I was treated like my mother in another restaurant here in Portland, and at the Press Hotel. The day before I met you, in fact. We’d come to Portland for dinner and a night at the hotel. An elderly couple having their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary watched me get treated exactly like this at the restaurant, then they came to the hotel so they could see me get spanked on my bare ass, before I got fucked. The husband let his wife get spit-roasted as an anniversary gift, while I sucked his cock.”

“I don’t know you at all,” Sean said.

“You know me better than anyone else I’ve dated, and I’m sure you’ll learn more.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“How many men have you been with?”

“How many women have you been with? I’ll answer your question if you answer mine. I’ll tell you this. You’ve met a third of them. Have I met any of yours except Brigitte and Alicia? Trust me, Sean, or this is not going to work. What I did in the past has no bearing on what I’ll do in the future. I’ve never been as serious with anyone as I am with you. I already told you, you have all the information you need to know for how I expect to treat you. I’m giving you more latitude in our relationship than most other women would. I’m not particularly jealous, but I don’t want an open marriage. Three other women I want to have sex with while I’m acting as a surrogate mother, and only one when my breeding is over. You get the same two as I have plus Ingrid. Three and three, maybe Gretchen herself if she wants to slum it with a dick, but I’m not in charge of her.”

He looked at me for like a minute, then turned to Gretchen. “What do you think of your girlfriend’s behavior?

“That I’m happy to be in any part of her life. I never expected to have any part of it, so I’m grateful for what I do get,” Gretchen replied. “Would it be wonderful if she didn’t like dicks as much as she does? Sure. That would be sweet, but even then, it’s no guarantee that mine is the pussy she picks, but as far as I’m concerned, if it weren’t your dick, it would be some other dick, so I’m good with any dick she picks, as long as I don’t have to fuck him.”

“Don’t you want to be one hundred percent of someone’s life?”

“No one gets one hundred percent. Don’t fool yourself. There’s always jobs, family, friends, children. Do you plan to give up your job, friends and family? You were shocked our mothers came in here collared and leashed. They’ve each been married for over twenty-five years without affairs of any kind, completely devoted to their husbands. They came in today willing to be humiliated and embarrassed in front of people they don’t know, for love and trust in their partner. If you know anyone who’s willing to do the same, trot them out here.”

“Master, may I cum, please?” Sue said, breaking the tension enough, we all laughed.

“No you may not,” James said. “When we’re through here, I want you take you home, spank your bare ass, then fuck you to exhaustion.”

“Thank you, Master,” Sue said. “I’ll do my best not to cum, but I’m looking forward to having your hands on my naked ass, then fucking me into a coma.”

“And that’s why they’re doing it,” I said.

“Would you submit to me?”

“One weekend a month if you’ve been trained properly. Dad can train you, he received training from an expert.”

“Who? Don’t tell me. Quinn?”

I looked at him. His face was essentially WTF. It would get worse with the rest of our conversation.

“Oh, by the way,” James said. “We’re moving to Maine.”

I looked at Gretchen. She didn’t know it was happening. She was as shocked as I was. We both looked at James again.

“The house your parents are buying is fairly large, and would easily fit the four of us,” James continued, “so we decided to split the cost and move in together. We’ve already contacted a real estate agent and we’ll put our house on the market. Our only daughter is going to be spending the majority of her time here. What’s holding us in Wisconsin?”

“Plus having two submissive sluts catering to our every need sounded really good,” Dad said.

Our Moms looked like the happy sluts they were. I squeezed Gretchen’s hand. This was going to be interesting.

“Just out of curiosity,” I said. “Did James come over to our house for some lessons in Dominance?”

Dad smiled. “Very good guess. What tipped it off?”

“That he already had a collar prepared when Sue got collared, and that he already knew how to spank a slutty, slave ass.”

Sue looked at James. She hadn’t known. She couldn’t have known that it was best if one trained for that sort of thing.

“Tennis lessons,” Sue said. “You said you were taking tennis lessons.”

“I lied, but it was for a good cause. I had to make sure I wouldn’t hurt you.” He bent down and kissed her. “That wouldn’t be very good.”

“Why did you wait until now?”

“Why did you wait, Master. Ten more swats, Whore. I waited because Simon and Anita were coming to the wedding, and we felt it was better if I put you into submission with some ongoing guidance.”

“How long have you two connived together?” I asked. Our Dads were obviously in this together.

“Since shortly after your visit. About the same time as I put Anita into submission,” Dad said.

“Who did he practice on?” I asked Dad.

“Your mother.”

“Which is why you weren’t that surprised when James made Sue submit?” I asked Mom.

“Not that much, no. I’d had to lick her messy, cum filled cunt. I felt turnabout was fair play.”

“How many times did you fuck my husband, bitch?” Sue asked. Still, she was smiling.

“Only a couple times, dear,” Mom replied. “The rest of the time, didn’t he come back from his ‘tennis lessons’ and fuck your brains out?”

Sue smiled. “Every damn time.”

“Master had to let him fuck me a couple times, or he would have burst at the seams. Most of the time, he waited. Delayed gratification.”

“I can’t believe this went on under my nose,” Gretchen said.

“You were in your final month of pregnancy and working your ass off to finish your Wisconsin paintings,” James said. “You certainly weren’t oblivious to the extra sex. Ingrid mentioned it to you at supper.”

“Neither of you care that your parents are fucking each other?” Sean said.

“Nope,” I said.

“Not one whit,” Gretchen said. “I guess we’re all a bunch of perverts. At least they’re having fun and not arguing with each other all the time. Get used to it.”

Sean appeared thoughtful. “You’re right. No one is angry.”

Ten days later, he asked Dad to teach him to be a Dominant. Dad told him what he needed to buy to properly Dominate a submissive. It had to wait a few days as Dani had her baby and I was at the hospital in the waiting room. Carl and Quinn were in the birthing suite with her. Two days later, Simone had hers, and Nat, Daphne and Isabelle were in the birthing suite with her. Randa still had two weeks to go. James and Sue went home to put their house on the market in preparation for moving here. Gretchen was living at Quinn’s, though she usually spent the night with me four times a week. On the nights she didn’t. She had Ingrid, Rose or Isabelle to pleasure her. Quinn made sure she had at least one of them.