My Husband, My Slave--Part 4 - Sex Stories

My Husband, My Slave--Part 4

... John smiled contentedly, signaling his agreement. We spent the rest of the afternoon in that position with the exception of five minutes when I had to pee. John took it from me then as he had for the past five weeks and would for the rest of our lives together. I was back at work Monday morning looking forward to a long week between work and preparing for Saturday’s party. Fortunately, I knew I could leave everything dealing with the house and cooking to John. I’d shop for all the party supplies on Wednesday and Thursday after work so John would have dinner late to accommodate me. For the first time since we had married I knew I could rely on him. I was into a mountain of paperwork when my phone rang. I was surprised to see that it was my private line. “Hello?” “Hi...Sophie? It’s Daniel; I hope I’m not disturbing you.” “Not at all, Daniel…how are you?” “I’m a lot better than I was last week at this time.” I laughed. “That makes two of us.” “Well, I wanted to thank you…and John, too…for everything. I hope you don’t mind, but I told one of my fellow engineers about you. I didn’t mention your name or address or phone number. He’s so jealous of me. Now, I have to tell you—we have a locker room at the jobsite with a communal shower. If anything Hans is even bigger than I am. I wonder if you might be interested. I do know he’s a gentleman.” “That’s an intriguing idea, Daniel. I’d like to think about it if I may. I promise to call you back by the end of the week.” We said our ...

... good-byes and I went back to work, but I was distracted. I wondered how many other horny men Daniel knew. That could solve quite a few problems for me. I promised to phone him and I did—late Thursday afternoon, inviting Daniel and his friend Hans to our party Saturday evening. John worked hard all day cleaning and preparing the food. He really had become an excellent cook—much better than I ever was. I was talking to several of my staff and their spouses Saturday night when John answered the door. I had told him to use “Daniel” rather than “Mr. Daniel” to avoid any unnecessary questions and possible embarrassment. He brought them to me. “Miss Sophie, you know Daniel and this is his friend Hans.” I greeted Daniel with a kiss to his cheek and Hans with a friendly handshake. I was just about to engage him in conversation when one of my employees asked a question. “Your husband calls you, ‘Miss Sophie?’” “John can be such a goof. That’s his pet name for me. I told him when we began dating that I hated pet names like Snookie and Honeybunch so he came up with that for me. He’s called me that ever since. Sometimes he drives me crazy, but he can be so funny at times. Daniel knows him. I’m sure he can tell you.” “Yes, indeed; John is a very special person and I can testify as to how dedicated he and Sophie are to each other.” “Well, I’d like to hire your cleaning service. They do a much better job than mine does.” “I’m sorry, but John is not for hire.” That got some strange looks so I ...