Over the years I have come to understand that my situation is not that abnormal. My husband is the husband of my sister as well. She and I are almost the same age, we are eleven months apart and we grew up as twins, I was held back and we both went through school together grade by grade. We were different, she didn't like boys and I liked boys. She frowned at me for going out, when I told her I had done 'it' she got mad. The more i did 'it' the more upset she became. She and I were different, she didn't want 'it' and I wanted 'it'.

In college she told me that she was 'asexual'. What the hell was that? She had no need for sexual contact, and no she wasn't gay or anything, she just didn't have any feelings or desires for sex. Meanwhile I was anything but asexual, I was very much 'sexual' and I had sex at every opportunity. As we got towards our senior year in college I met the guy I married. She was my maid of honor.

As my marriage moved forward she was part of our house, she was always over at our house. My husband didn't mind, one more woman to serve him. Slowly ever so slowly she started to touch him, like on the arm, or put her arm around his waist, or let him lift her face and kiss her on the forehead. If he grabbed her and lifted her she laughed, at the beach she let him tickle her on the floor and 'fall' between her legs and she let him kiss her. When these things happened I watched and never interfered. It gave me goosebumps and I got wet and if she had been particularly affectionate with him I had better sex that night. One night after sex I asked him if he had sex with her. He denied it and said no. I confronted her in a nice way, not accusing or anything, and she said no. So I asked the big question, if he took her and had sex with her would she let him. She said she wasn't big enough to refuse him.

All this and one night we were watching a movie together. I crawled over to where he was and took his dick out and started to suck him in front of her. I hardly ever got wet from giving blowjobs, but that night I was about as horny as I could get, I was devouring his dick and I offered his dick to her. She refused so I took off my pants and sat on his dick and told her that it felt good and she should try it. To come over to me and while I rode on his dick I pulled her pants down and got off and told her to get on. I held his dick so that it went in and watched as my sister slipped on his dick for the first time. After a minute I told her that she needed to get on her back so he could fuck her and I told him to fuck hard and he did. All this happened on the carpet in our living room. Later that night when I was alone with my husband we had some of the best sex I had ever had. That night I wanted him to dominated me completely. I had experienced past desires to be dominated but that night I was at my worst.

After that we had sex parties, but we moved them into the bedroom because the bed is softer and you can fall asleep and lay together. She was new to sex so most of the things that I had been doing for years we did with her, one by one, step by step, teaching her. Adopt the position and he will do the rest. Slowly, or maybe not so slowly she let him do what he wanted and I kept telling her that she needed to submit to him and stop trying to lead. When she tried to set the tone I slapped her hand or her face and told her to submit. By then I was demanding that he be more and more dominant, to take the gloves off, when he was done I wanted to crawl away with my tail between my legs and go cuddle up with my sister. She had to do the same, I wanted her to submit totally to him, I was going to be there for her when he got done but there was not going to be the word 'no', whatever he wanted, however he wanted.

Our bedroom extended into our daily life, no gloves, he was master and we were his for the taking. Sex was all over the place and we treated him as our master. We found books to read on submitting to your master and we found and bought all sorts of sexual toys and clothes. Over the period of a year we became his maid servants and his sex slaves. Our submission lasted well over ten years and we slowly came up for air as we got older. He is the master of the house and we are his maid servants but our sexual life is more balanced now, mostly because we all just got tired of it, it wasn't fun any more. We have sex mostly together, a couple of times a month, we are always planning for it but for him it is spontaneous, so when he wants it we are ready. Maybe things would be different if it wasn't a case of sharing my marriage with my sister, but then again it is impossible for me to imagine living a life where I don't share everything with her.