The game progressed and everyone lost some clothes. Jane continued to break the ice by becoming very touchy. When John lost his shirt, she ran a hand over his firm chest and commented on his manliness. When Heather lost her bra, Jane acted as if she was seeing the firm mounds for the first time. Then she reached out and lifted one in her hand.
"These are magnificent," she commented as she bounced the breast in her palm. Then she turned her head to John. "Will you share these with me? I just love them."
At first, John was at a loss for words. But he recovered enough to stammer out a response. "Of course. That is, if it's okay with you, dear."
Heather smiled at John. "It's fine with me. It feels nice."
Heather turned out to be the first one naked. John still had his pants and underwear on. Jane was still wearing her bra and panties. Heather stood up from the table. "Well, I guess I'm out. Would anyone like another drink?"
"Get us drinks," said Jane. "But you're not out yet. We'll pause the game while you freshen our drinks."
"I'm not out? What else do I have to bet with?"
Jane grinned at John and then turned back to Heather, still grinning. "Your freedom. I recommend that the loser be the slave to the winner for the evening. Are you game for that, John?"
Again, John was at a loss for words. Heather answered for him. "Of course he's game. Having a slavegirl is one of his biggest fantasies. And I'm game too."
The game continued after Heather freshened the drinks and Jane lost her bra. John's eyes just about popped out of his head when he saw his wife reach over and lift one of Jane's breasts, repeating Jane's actions from earlier.
"Mmmm, these look delicious," said Heather.
"Taste them if you like," said Jane. The ice was definitely broken at this point. She only hoped that she won the game. Her plan would still work if John won but it would be easier if she won.
As expected, Heather lost another hand. "Such a beautiful slavegirl," commented Jane. "I can't wait to own you. Why don't you get up on the table and kneel for us? You'll make a lovely table decoration." Heather readily scrambled onto the table and knelt with her knees spread and her hands in the small of her back.
Jane reached out and stroked the shaved mound, turning to John. "I just love a bald pussy."
John blushed but managed to stammer out another response. "Yes, it's nice. That's a recent change for her."
Jane continued her caressing and then ran her fingers over Heather's petals. "Oooo, she's so wet. My little slavegirl must like being owned."
John cleared his throat. "She's not yours yet."
Jane laughed. "No, not yet. But soon."
John lost the next hand and removed his pants, leaving both players wearing only one article of clothing. Jane reached out again, running her finger lightly over Heather's slick petals. Then she curled her finger and probed into the naked woman, eliciting a soft moan. "What do you think about the slavegirl?" she asked John.
"She's a beautiful creature," he said as he started getting more into the act. "It will be fun to own her."
Jane reached over and ran her fingers over John's cock which was straining against his underwear, threatening to burst free. "I hope you'll share her if you win."
"Of course I will," he smiled. "But there may be a price."
"No price is too high for her," Jane smiled back.
Jane won the final hand and John found himself sitting naked. His cock was now standing fully erect as it protruded from his lap. Again, Jane reached over and, this time, wrapped her fingers around the pole, slowly gliding up and down the shaft. "I think the slavegirl arouses you." Heather watched in awe as another woman stroked her husband's cock.
"Yes, the slavegirl does. And so does her owner."
"Why, thank you for the compliment, Sir," Jane smiled. Then she turned to Heather. "Girl, come down here."
Heather got down from the table and stood in front of Jane. Jane had pushed back from the table but was still seated. She let go of the cock and reached up, grasping each of the bountiful breasts, leaning forward and kissing each nipple. "Mmmm, delicious. Girl, this man must be quite uncomfortable with that thing straining so much. Please relieve him."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Heather. Then she moved to her husband and knelt between his legs. She kissed the tip of his cock and then let it slowly slide into her mouth. Her hair hung loose and fell forward, obstructing Jane's view. Jane gathered the long raven hair and tied it so she could watch the beautiful woman pleasuring the man. John was so aroused that he didn't last long. After only a dozen or so strokes, he erupted, flooding Heather's mouth with his seed.
"Do you have a bedroom where I can try out my new toy, Sir?" Jane asked after John had come back down from his euphoric high. "You are welcome to come play with us."
"By all means," said John. "Why don't you bring your girl this way?" He then led Jane upstairs to the master bedroom with Heather following closely behind. The rest of the evening was a blur of sexual activity that continued into the wee hours of the morning when everyone collapsed in a tangle of limbs from exhaustion.
Chapter 22
"He thought that last night was incredible," Heather reported the next morning when she came to pick up Kim. She was kneeling at Jane's feet and was naked again. Jane herself had only gotten home minutes earlier and had not even had a chance to check on the girls.
"And what did you think, little one?" Jane asked.
"Oh, I agree with him. You were amazing. I don't know how you do it but you do it so great. It was exciting and erotic and fun all at the same time. He's even still calling me slavegirl."
Jane smiled. "Good. I was hoping it would work out. Now it should be a lot easier to tell him. I just need to figure out the next move. I was thinking about making him your co-owner." "Wow!" gasped Heather. "Wouldn't that make me a slave all the time?"
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Well, I thought that's what I wanted," replied Heather. "But now I'm not so sure that's a good idea. I'm not sure it would be good to change my relationship with him." "Maybe not," agreed Jane. "How about this? We, or rather you, tell him that I have taken ownership of you and that you didn't want your relationship with him to be affected or changed in any way. But that I have offered to loan him any of my slavegirls at any time, including you."
"But as of this afternoon, I'll be your only slavegirl." "Well, he doesn't have to know that. Tell him that Faith was my slave as an example of what my slaves are like. And if she decides to return, he can borrow her."
"How many slavegirls will you have?"
"Two, if Faith returns. Probably only one if she doesn't. I think you'll be a handful anyways."
"Let's go find the girls," Jane continued. "You know, I had been thinking of making him Kim's co-owner too but that won't work for the same reason it won't work for you. But maybe I should throw her into the same pool with you and Faith."
"Kim would be John's slave sometimes?" asked Heather incredulously. "Them having sex?"
"Well, slaves can be used for many things other than sex. But he might enjoy having that tight little package serving him."
"Yes, Mistress. If you think that's best."
Kim and Faith were both stretched in identical positions. Each was tied between two poles with their arms and legs pulled outward. They were facing each other and were about six feet apart. The twins moved around in the space between them, carrying floggers which they occasionally used on the two slaves. Cinny had just brought the flogger up between Faith's legs, eliciting a grunt as Jane brought Heather into the barn.