The rest of the night passed on something of a blur for Josh and when morning came he felt far from rested although he considered himself in no position to complain. He would fall asleep for what could have been minutes or hours at a time, he had completely lost track, only to be woken by one of his three lovers wanting his attention, or something he would just stir to find a soft pair of lips or a tight pussy around his involuntary erection. On other occasions, he would wake to find any combination of the others, or sometimes all three, pleasuring each other in various ways in the bed beside him. A little after 7am, he decided to get up, shower and make himself a coffee. Feeling a little more refreshed, he stood at the kitchen counter and felt his wife slip her arms around him from behind.

“Trying to escape?” she teased him. “We worn you out that badly?”

“I was feeling kinda sticky!” he chuckled, turning around to embrace and kiss her and finding that unlike him, she had not bothered with a bathrobe, hoping that she would not object too strongly to his coffee breath. “Can’t imagine why!”

“Poor thing!” Laura chuckled, reaching through the front of his robe and gently stroking his slightly sore manhood which despite being flaccid and well and truly drained, did still react somewhat to her touch. “Well at least it’s still attached!” she giggled.

“Barely!” he laughed. “It was touch and go there for a bit!”

“Well, when you’re done with your coffee,” she smiled cheekily, “come back up! The girls have a favour they want to ask. Don’t worry!” she assured him quickly. “He won’t be expected to perform again just yet, although by the time you’re done, you may find you’re in the mood again!”

“I thought we were going swimming today?” he chuckled, wondering what on earth the two little meat-girls upstairs in his bed could possibly be planning to ask of him that he had not already done at least three times over during the night.

“Silly!” Laura tapped him on the nose. “The pool doesn’t open to the general public until eleven so there’s no hurry. Unless you were planning on going to Church first or something?” She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Actually yeah,” he teased, “after last night I’ve decided to become a monk!”

“Oh, is that so?” Laura giggled. “Well for your own sake I hope you can wait until after Christmas because if those two upstairs don’t get to have their way with you next weekend too, I think there’s going to be serious trouble!” They both chuckled and kissed once more, Josh realising for the first time that the arrangement with Amelia had probably not been intended as a one-off and wondering just how many weeks away the planned Christening was. Would she still want to come round when Samantha was no longer there? Had he agreed to keep her satisfied until she roasted?

“Finish your coffee.” Laura told him sweetly, giving him another soft and loving kiss. “But don’t be long, okay?” Josh agreed and watched his wife’s naked form sashey out of the kitchen and back towards the stairs.

Before returning to the bedroom, Josh stopped off in the bathroom for a gargle of mouthwash then took a look at his reflection in the mirror over the sink.

“Don’t even think about complaining!” He chuckled to his reflection. “Do you know how many men would give their right arm to be you right now?” He chuckled again and splashed some more cold water on his face, admittedly now feeling more awake and alert than he had less than half an hour ago, then returned to the bedroom where Laura was sat on the far corner of the bed with one foot on the floor and the other tucked underneath her and the girls, both seeming far chirpier and more energetic than Josh felt they had any right to be, given that they had slept even less than him, were kneeling facing him, both with impish grins on their pretty young faces.

“You do really good spit-practice, Mr Martin!” Amelia informed him, the formality of the address coming as it did from a stark naked little girl with whom he had spent the whole of the previous night doing things that made him blush to even think about was both jarring and somehow incredibly arousing. “But there’s something else piggies like me need!”

“And turkeys too!” Samantha chimed in. Something about this speech, thought Josh, sounded incredibly rehearsed like they had devised and run through it together while he was freshening up.

“Oh?” he asked, “And what might that be?”

“Our rumps need to be well tenderised!” Amelia announced before both girls turned in unison, getting on all fours and wiggling their smooth, meaty backsides at him. “Think you can help us out?” He glanced at Laura but she just gave him and amused expression and spread her hands in a shrug as if asking what he expected her to do about it.

“Come on, Daddy!” Samantha urged, wiggling provocatively. “You want it to be tender, don’t you? I know how much you’re looking forward to it!”

“I guess so!” Josh leaned on the door frame, suspecting he knew the answer to his next question but wanting to ask it anyway. “So how does one go about tenderising a piggy’s rump? Or a turkey’s rump for that matter? Wait a minute…” he stroked his chin and furrowed his brow comically. “Do turkeys have rumps?”

“Girl turkeys do!” Samantha informed him matter-of-factly. “See?” She wiggled hers again then flipped back around to sit on the bed, legs casually parted and feet swaying while Amelia did the same.

“So they do!” Josh chuckled. “So?” he asked again. “What do I have to do?”

“Come sit down and we’ll show you!” Amelia grinned provocatively, patting the space on the bed between them. Josh did as was told and the slim, naked brunette launched herself across his lap, face down, turning her head to look at him with her rump raised. “You have to slap it as hard as you can,” he informed him in a serious done, “and as many times as you can before your hand gets too sore. Don’t forget to give both cheeks equal attention!” Having given her instructions, she rested her chin on her folded arms and waited.

Looking down at her delicious young body, Josh raised his hand then hesitated. He had never raised his hand to Samantha in anger or as a punishment but Laura did enjoy a playful spanking from time to time. On the one hand, he didn’t want to hurt these sweet girls but on the other hand, he knew very well that plenty of people found just the right amount of pain very arousing and, after all, both these girls were planning to be roasted alive, albeit by different methods, and that was sure to hurt more than anything he could inflict with the palm of his hand.

Just as Amelia was about to ask what the delay was about, Josh brought his hand down on her peachy behind with a resounding slap, making her giggle gleefully and kick her feet. Encouraged by her reaction, Josh raised his hand again and brought it down on her other cheek. This smack was followed by another, then another and another until her smooth, round backside was glowing pink.

“That’s your lot for now, piggy!” he grinned, patting her rump to tell her to get up. Her legs slightly shaky, Amelia got to her feet and climbed back onto the bed where she lay on her tummy to watch as Josh patted his lap and announced it was “Turkey time!” Giggling, Samantha lay across him just as Amelia had and received the same treatment. With her larger rump, the slaps were even more satisfying and Josh loved the way the firm meat jiggled on impact. As he spanked her repeatedly, he could not help but fix his eyes on the A-grade meat stamp, the marking she was so proud of that served as a reminder or her all but sealed fate.

“You know,” he mused as he sat stroking her rump once the spanking was done, “I don’t think your swimsuit is going to cover this!” He traced first the circular outline of the stamp with the tip of his finger then the large A in the middle.

“Good!” Samantha turned her head to grin up and him before rolling onto her back and shuffling down the bed a little so that she could rest her head in his lap. “I want everyone to see so they know what I am!”


To be continued...