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    “I think that evens things out a little. Don’t you?”
    Mara tried to nod, but her head only made it up and down one time. Daniel
    chuckled and made his way to the table where the water pitcher sat, pouring a glass for himself and taking a hefty swig before returning to the bench with an ice cube.
    “Feed her this until it’s gone,” he told Delia. She took the cube and held it to Mara’s lips, teasing them open until Mara began licking and sucking at the ice.
    Daniel turned away from that, needing a break before he saw any more imagery
    that might set him off. He rolled his shoulders and neck, stretching his arms in a
    leisurely way, and strolled across the room to examine the stuff he’d pulled out. Took a few minutes examining other things in the drawers while his pulse evened out. And
    then, feeling a little restored, he turned back to the women, who had fallen suspiciously silent.
    They were kissing.
    He watched for a minute, completely enamored of the whole situation. Even after
    he realized he should be scolding them or something, he just couldn’t bring himself to stop them. They looked so fucking hot.
    He could bring himself to participate, though. And maybe even direct.
    For instance, as the Dom, he thought he should get a say over certain details like
    wardrobe and hand placement.
    He’d need to unshackle a sub for that, though.
    Both girls jumped when Daniel pulled at the first leg shackle. He just smirked at
    them and went on with what he was doing. When they didn’t resume the kissing, he
    played the eyebrow card.
    “I didn’t say to stop.”
    They both looked stricken with shyness, which was pretty damn cute. But then they
    started necking again. He finished releasing both of Mara’s feet and moved to the
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    hands, pressing a kiss to his wife’s shoulder before he ducked between Delia and the bench to undo the last restraint.
    Probably not too Dom-like, he considered, the way he clicked his tongue and
    tapped Delia’s shoulder to get her to move out of the way so he could pick Mara up
    from the horse. He was probably supposed to have some special “move out of the way”
    command. So much to learn. But whatever. He at least had a mostly naked, trembling
    girl in his arms, so he couldn’t really beat himself up too much about these little details.
    The corset was surprisingly scratchy against his skin, and Mara wasn’t quite as
    heavy as he’d expected. It was a few steps over to the closest couch, where he managed not to dump her too heavily. He leaned against the low, broad arm of the thing for a moment, testing its strength. It was built solidly, and didn’t even protest his weight.
    “We need some furniture like this, Dee. They look like something Romans would lie
    around on while slaves fed them grapes. And then there’d be orgies and stuff.”
    “Especially orgies,” Delia agreed. She had followed them over and sat on the edge
    of the orgy couch. She was trying to look submissive and attentive, but her eyes kept straying over to her fellow sub’s chest.
    Daniel really couldn’t blame her. Mara’s tits were pretty stunning. And he also
    found that, while the idea of Delia’s bisexuality had sometimes left him vaguely
    concerned lest he be found wanting, in practice it meant he got to watch his wife check out another woman’s stunning tits. And the whole D/s thing meant he could tell Delia to do stuff to them, and odds were very high she would . And then there’d be orgies and stuff. Especially orgies.
    The whole situation just contained so much win he almost couldn’t comprehend it all. But yet another great factor was that he didn’t have to sit idly by while he waited for his brain to process all this good fortune.
    “Back to making out, you two.”
    And they did that. Which was awesome .
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    Delia could have kissed Mara forever. Her lips were soft and her tongue velvety
    plush,