'What?' She asks impatiently.

Tears, hot and angry, fill his eyes. 'You told me to bring you another bottle of wine -' He hates the sound of his own voice, apologetic and soft. He can't take his eyes from the scene; Margaret doesn't stop sucking on his wife's luscious breasts, she can hear his voice but doesn't care. Margaret spanked him last time she visited. 'Just so he knows what's what,' she said.

'Would you like to stay?' His wife asks. Her lovely face and cruel mouth absorb his attention. Heat scalds his face as he considers the question. Yes, he wants to watch. Because she might, just might turn her lust on him. Sometimes, when he's shamed and humiliated enough to arouse her - she makes love to him. Margaret wouldn't like it though; she'd certainly want to beat him afterwards.

His wife grins wickedly. She knows what he is thinking. 'Put the wine down, sit near the bed. Don't say anything - just watch.'

He obeys her clumsily. His long skirt and petticoat is still new and awkward. Putting his hands in his silken lap he draws breath and watches his wife resume her lovemaking.

She humps and thrusts into the pretty young woman beneath her. Margaret squeals and giggles and gasps with pleasure. They soon forget him. He isn't worth their time.

He's tempted to ask for relief as his excitement mounts. That's what he's meant to do - ask.

'I'll never refuse you,' his wife promised. 'Sexual release is your right. But you have your duties too you know.'

He blushes when he recalls the first time she told him his duty - to her mother.

'I expect you to satisfy my mother regularly and properly. If, and only if, you have satisfied her and still need release you ask me.'