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 Author: Priapus
Title: The Inner Circle
Part: 5
Summary: Continuing to recall the cicumstances of his marriage while
waiting for his vasectomy, the patient thinks about how relations with his
wife did, and didn't, change after their wedding.
Keywords: Fdom, oral, humil
   The Inner Circle
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   He crawled up into the billowy soft bed and curled up next to his wife,
who had collapsed from exhaustion.  He slipped his arm under her body and
fell asleep.
   Less than an hour later, he woke with a start.  Disoriented, he was
still in the large ornate bed, but his bride was missing.  He stumbled into
the sitting room looking for her.  The dress was gone, her shoes were gone,
and there was no trace of Madeline.  He saw movement on the balcony and
jumped in surprise as the door started to open.
   The driver stepped out of the shadow.  "Sorry to startle you, Mr. 
Baker. I was just enjoying the night air."
   "Where's Madeline?  Where's my wife?"
   "Mrs.  Baker went back to the party with her friends.  Is there anything
I can get for you, sir?"
   Kevin suddenly realized that he was naked except for his socks.  His
wife's dried juices had crusted on his soft phallus, pasting it to his
scrotum, and the skin on his face felt dry and crunchy when he spoke.  He
had an odd taste in his mouth.  "No, I think I'll shower and go to the
party.  I'd like to dance with her on our wedding night."
   "A shower is a good idea, sir, but she asked me to make sure you stay
here for the evening.  I'm sure you understand."
   But Kevin didn't understand.  He thought marriage would change things
between him and Madeline.  He went to the shower and let the water wash the
remnants of his honeymoon's too brief pleasure from his skin, but it
couldn't wash away the hurt he felt inside.  When he emerged, the driver
was still in the sitting room, waiting vigilantly.
   Kevin didn't want to argue about it.  He crawled into the bed and fell
asleep.  By the time he awoke, the cruise ship had docked, and his wife and
her friends had gone ashore.
   That was nine months ago.  In the time since the honeymoon he had never
again penetrated his wife.  If he had stayed inside her instead of pulling
out, maybe she would have gotten pregnant, maybe things would have changed
for the better if she had.
   Conditions did change for Kevin after the brief honeymoon, but not
necessarily for the better.
   He moved out of his apartment into her estate, but not into her bedroom.
He was given his own suite of rooms in a guest house behind the pool area.
Though his house was large enough to comfortably fit a family of five, for
the most part he was the solitary occupant.
   His wife was apparently a very rich and very powerful woman, and she
said she needed the main house to herself in order to entertain others of
similar social, political and economic status.  She informed him that he
simply would be too bored or too uncomfortable if he attended these
meetings, so it was really for his own good that he stayed in his part of
the estate.
   Madeline's sex drive didn't diminish in the first few of months after
their wedding.  In fact, for many weeks it seemed like she needed sex all
the time.  She had a speaker system installed in his quarters and when she
needed sexual services, she would tell him where to meet her.  The meetings
were almost always somewhere in his guest house, and very occasionally
somewhere outdoors if the weather was nice.  He was never summoned to the
main house.
   Her sexual interests didn't change either.  When he arrived at the
specified location, she would be in the familiar position, bent over and
naked from the waist down.  He would quietly perform his duties as she
masturbated herself to orgasm, then she would walk away.
   Kevin did notice, though, that since the marriage his wife's feminine
hygiene seemed to get more careless.  She frequently presented him with a
puffy, frothy red pussy, as though she had been exercising or masturbating,
or both.
   At other times, she seemed to have recently finished a bowel movement
and hadn't carefully wiped.  The normally tight, perfect rosebud of her
anus would be distended and pink, and there was often a brown foamy lather
inside and out.  On these occasions she would insist he lick her ass,
instead of her pussy, as she masturbated.  It took him a while to get used
to the idea, but of course, he really had no choice but to comply, and
after a while he learned to enjoy it.
   Over time, the frequency of daytime sex started to decline, and Madeline
eventually insisted that Kevin get a job outside the house, to keep him
occupied during the day.  She even arranged the job for him, with The
Osiris Group.
   Evenings at Madeline's estate followed a consistent pattern.  She spent
one or two nights a week at home, having meeting with important contacts
and clients, and would visit her husband for oral service when she was
done. Other nights she would go out with her inner circle, to dinner,
shopping, nightclubbing, or all three.  On these nights Kevin noticed that
his status had improved somewhat.  He would be allowed accompany his wife
to the location riding in the front of the limo with the driver.
   If the only activity for the night was dinner, he would accompany her to
the restaurant, though he would sit at a table by himself in the main
dining room, typically while the inner circle ate in a private room.  At
some point during the night he would be summoned to perform oral services
on his lovely young wife, after which he would return to the dining room
and she to the inner circle.
   On nights where other activities were planned, he would be dropped off
at the restaurant to wait, either until the inner circle arrived for their
dinner, or until he was summoned to the boutique or nightclub where his
wife was waiting, her dress bunched around her waist, for her evening's
pleasure.
   He also thought it was an improvement in his status that the inner
circle no longer entirely avoided him.  When the other seven ladies
encountered him in public places, they didn't seem to feel it was necessary
to treat him as though he was invisible.
   Usually, one of them would approach as he sat alone at his table and say
"You're Madeline's husband, aren't you?" They never bothered to ask his
name, and would simply continue when he agreed with their observation. 
"How long have you been married?" would be the following question, and, for
the last few months, after he answered, the woman would add cryptically,
"It will be getting better soon.  You're so lucky."
   This same dialogue, with very few variations, occurred at every chance
meeting between Kevin and one of the inner circle women during an evening
out on the town.  It didn't matter who it was, and it didn't matter whether
the same woman had seen him earlier in the week, or sometimes, earlier in
the same night.
   None of them seemed to recall him from one meeting to the next.  And
none gave the merest hint that they recognized him as the man who, less
than a year before, had lain under them and eaten their wet pussies to
shuddering climaxes.  
  
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