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*The first part is* [*over there*]( I really advice you to read it first. Enjoy you read.*

It was Friday afternoon, about a week after I had the honor to serve my female boss for the first time, when it knocked at the door. I was in the kitchen when I heard it knock. I was busy cooking a feast. But my wife wasn’t ready yet. She still was in the bathroom, putting on some make up, making her hair or dressing up herself. So I had to open the door. I had to leave the hot pots on my stove unattended. Something I clearly didn’t wanted to do.

So I ran over to the entrance door and opened it up. It was her, my boss. She showed up on time. Something that normally isn’t happening anymore. She was dressed to impress. She caught my eye. And she smiled at me. She checked me from tip to toe. I was wearing nothing but a kitchen apron with some hearts on it. And my chastity cage. Well, the cage was hidden behind the apron, but it was there. Believe me.

Then I asked her in. I told her that we have to cut the formalities short, because I had something on the stove that needed my attention. I told her to follow me into the kitchen. She nodded with my head. Then I took the lead. She clearly was checking out my naked ass while I walked in front of her. She even commented on it: “I have to admit, you got a pretty cute ass.”

I blushed a little bit. I thanked her for the compliment, then we arrived at the kitchen. My attention immediately went towards the food on the stove. Once I had stirred up everything, I offered our guest a seat at the kitchen counter. I also offered her something to drink. I ended up serving her a glass of orange juice, while telling her, that my wife will be with us soon. Then I went back to cooking. And again, she found some nice words for me: “This smells delicious.”

Again, for the second time, I thanked her. Then I told her that I loved to cook. That it was my biggest hobby. A smile appeared on her face when she heard how passionate I was about it: “Pussy licking and cooking. Your wife is a very fortunate woman.”

A few moments later my better half, my wife finally showed up. I formally introduced the two to each other, then I guided them towards the dinner table in the living room. There the table was set for two people only. Two people only, because my job that evening was to serve them. To bring them what they asked for. To be there for them. And to be honest, I loved it that it was that way. Because small talk, is just not my cup of tea at all.

After the two had sat down I poured them some wine, then I told them that dinner would be served soon, I excused myself and went back into the kitchen. To finish cooking, to get out of my apron and to prepare the first course for the two beautiful woman sitting at the table in the living room.

Some time later the first course was ready. I served each one of them a plate of my cooking. Then I stood next to the table for some time. Awaiting their next orders. Listening in on their conversation. They had a very engaged discussion up and running. It was about men and their place in society. And by the looks of it, in the end, they agreed on next to everything.

Once they had cleaned off their plates, I went into the kitchen to prepare the next course. Then I brought the very nice decorated plates over into the living room and I placed them in front of them. I wished them good appetite and then I left to the kitchen to prepare the dessert.

When dessert was finished I served it to them, explaining them what it was, telling them something about the background of the food, then I left again. To do some cleaning work in the kitchen. Because I made the mess, and because cleaning was the main duty in my wife’s and my home. And no, I was no household slave. My wife and I, we were splitting chores: Cooking and cleaning were my tasks. Doing laundry and going grocery shopping was hers. We took care of the yard work together. But I fear I am drifting off.

When my boss and my wife were finished with their dessert they called for me. They thanked me for cooking for them, they thanked me for serving them. Their kind words gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside my belly. Because there is nothing more satisfying for me than making a woman happy. Well, actually there is: Making two women happy.

Dinner was done now, but the evening was far from being over. So I asked them, if they wanted anything else. My boss and my wife wanted some red wine. So I went down into the basement, got a nice bottle of wine, brought it back up, opened it for them and poured each one of them a glass.

But while pouring my boss a glass of wine, it happened. I made a mistake. The glass fell, the wine landed on her expensive looking dress. I immediately excused myself. I brought her something to dry it off. But it was to late. My wife got angry. At least a little bit: “Look what you have done. You ruined an expensive dress. I fear we have to punish you for doing so.”

My boss jumped in to my defense: “No harm done. The dress just looks expensive. No need to punish your husband in any way.”

But my wife didn’t wanted to let it go: “To be honest, I don’t want to punish him. I have to punish him. So that he learns his lesson. Because otherwise, he might think that he can get away with things, and that is no option here.”

While saying so a smile appeared on my wife’s face. She even gave my boss a wink. And my boss finally got it: “You are right. You can’t let loose. Never. We have to punish him.”

Inner me was smiling. Because I exactly knew what would come next. Outer me, was playing the shocked one. The one that was afraid of his punishment. My boss kept on going: “So how do we punish him?”

My wife gave her the answer: “We have to give him a set of blue balls. Maybe even blue and bruised ones.”

Then my wife looked at me. She ordered me to get two wooden spatulas from the kitchen. And then I should go into position. Yes, we two, my wife and we, we had done the same thing more than once before.

I immediately did what she told me to do. As mentioned above, it wasn’t my first time being punished that way. But it was the first time with two woman showing me that I had done something wrong. I was nothing but excited. So it didn’t took long until I handed them the spatulas and placed myself on the sofa, with my legs as far behind my head as feasible, to give them easy access to my balls, to show off my caged dick and my dirty hole.

After some time, yes the let me wait to receive my punishment, they finally took care of me. They raised their spatulas, then the first one hit my balls. A shiver drove through my body the moment the wood meet my skin. Soon after pain was filling my body. A moaning escaped my throat. It felt so damn fucking good.

Then my boss gave me her first hit. Again, nothing but pleasure. They gave me hit after hit. Sometimes they teased me, they stopped only inches before the spatula hit my scrotum. They were playing with me. And I loved their doing.

But all of a sudden, my wife stopped. She looked towards my boss: “Look, that pervert seems to enjoy himself. I fear we have to hit harder. But be careful, he might make a mess when we keep on going.”

A smile appeared on my bosses face: “If he makes a mess, he has to clean it up.”

They both looked at each other. The both smiled at each other. Then they devoted their attention towards me again. They gave me hit after hit. My moaning and the sound of something wooden hitting on skin were filling the room.

The were hitting harder than before. My moaning got more and more intense. It felt better and better with every hit they gave me. My balls were already turning blue, when my wife gave me the last hit. The last hit I needed to cum. To have a body shaking orgasm. To make my balls spitting out their nasty juices. To cum a massive, nasty and disgusting load all over myself.

The moment it happened, they stopped punishing me. My wife told my boss that I had enough now. That I had learned my lesson. Again, they both smiled at each other. Then they smiled at me. They smiled at me, my blue balls and my post orgasm happy face. Then my boss gave me an order: “Now, be a good boy, clean yourself up.”

And I was a good boy. I cleaned myself up. I tried to get all of my cum on my fingers, then I sucked them clean. I enjoyed every second of it. I swallowed all the cum that I was able to collect. I even kept it in my mouth for some time, to enjoy the taste of it.

When I had cleaned myself up, the two called me their good boy. My wife asked me if I had learned my lesson. She got a “yes, ma’am” for an answer. Then the overall mood changed. The three of us got some drinks, then we placed our asses on the sofa I just got punished on.

While sitting on the sofa, the three of us were talking, we were having a few laughs while our bodies were getting closer and closer to each other. Then some kissing set in. We three shared a few gentle kisses first. Gentle kisses that turned into passionate ones. And then it was time to head upstairs, into the bedroom. To have some more fun together.

NSFW: yes

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