Neither Ron nor I ever felt cheated or slighted in any way, but our center and our focus was always on my beautiful and loving wife. Here is the story... of our beach encounter.It was a comfortable sunny day in April; one of those days that people dream about after a brutally cold and wet winter on the Chesapeake Bay. The brisk northerly winds had shifted to a warm southerly caress. It was the kind of day that begged for a walk on the beach.My gorgeous wife and I headed out the door for the beach,. I pulled her up against me, and planted one on her. And I felt it. She opened her mouth, and I felt her tongue against mine.The kiss was intense. It felt really good. It was passionate. It was intimate. It was intense. And I really liked how soft her mouth felt. I liked how soft her kiss was. I liked how her tongue felt. And she pulled back."Wow. That was, um, that was really nice," I finally said.Caitlin smiled. "I"m glad. I'm glad you wanted to do that," she finally said. "You're really cute.. The men that she saw at court were young and dashing and they had good manners, but they were also aloof and 'unnatural' somehow, whereas there was no artifice with Peter."I'm ready to cut your hair now: I'm afraid that I only have a sharp knife." Marie stood like a statue as he took long hanks of hair in one hand, and as he then sliced through her beautiful golden tresses with his freshly sharpened hunting knife. Once upon a time she would have been truly horrified by his crude actions; but. 'Please mistress, let me have the butt-plug' he said obediently. She smiled with satisfaction, leant over him, stroked his anus with her finger delicately and eased the plug in as he shivered and moaned with the discomfort. She took great pleasure in squeezing the plug home. This act of humiliation was a favourite of hers and the fact that this act might produce a new story from this slave gave her an extra kick.'Now you have a nice sleep and I'll see you later, remember what I told you.