Cuckold Summer Page 10

  “Hm,” I said. “I wonder.”

  “Lots of guys have the same fantasy,” she said. “Most. Not many guys are brave enough to live it. I admire that about you.”

  I put one of the bottles of sparkling wine on the tray and six flutes and brought it out to the patio.

  Dave was just arriving.

  “Hey y’all,” he said, breezing in in jeans and a golf shirt. “Ready for the party?”

  I happened to be watching Anne at the moment when he appeared, and I saw her face light up, and watched her nervously try to conceal her excitement. She stood to kiss his cheek but first he kissed Celeste.

  “Hey, girl,” he said, and kissed Anne on the mouth, making her blush. “Looking good.”

  He turned to shake my hand.

  The doorbell rang.

  “That must be them,” he said. “They were five minutes behind me.”

  He started to head for the door.

  I popped the first bottle of wine and realized I’d forgotten the ice bucket. I put down the tray and went into the kitchen, found the bucket, loaded it with ice and carried it out to the terrace.

  When I came back to the terrace, I stopped dead in my tracks. Anne was standing next to Lisa and Ryan.

  I met Dave and Celeste through Lisa. We dated for about six months, a brief but intense relationship that, frankly, ended before I wanted it to.

  I had fallen for her hard. I’ve always been a bit bookish and withdrawn. Lisa was more naturally social, and athletic, a strong, questing spirit. I found her tiresomely emotional at times, too prone to fleeting enthusiasms that she pursued with gusto.

  I think she ultimately found me a bit dull, too conservative. Sexually, she was always leagues ahead of me, having, she told me, played around with bisexuality, threesomes and orgies at college.

  After our relationship ended, while I was quite depressed, I spent more time than was healthy running through it all in my head, and had concluded that our sex life likely couldn’t have outlasted the period of infatuation, when we were both so flush with excitement at our new bond.

  After the heady rush of the first few months, I felt that we grew apart sexually, that I wasn’t pleasing her. That shook my confidence, and she seemed to withdraw, and for the last few months, we rarely made love, although I was always keen, pathetically keen, to do so.

  One night, at her place, I screwed up my courage to tell her, quite firmly, that I wasn’t happy going on this way, hoping she would throw me into her bed and ravish me. OK, she said. She understood. She hoped we would still be friends, but if I wanted to end the relationship, she got it. Pride prevented me from objecting, and I soon realized objecting would have been foolish. She was done. That was the last time I saw her, until now.

  She was standing on the terrace, looking tanned and ravishing in a white silk dress that looked more like a nightgown than a dress.

  She was next to Anne, who had no idea, yet, who she was. I was struck, for a moment, at how similar they looked: the same slim but sexy build, the same flowing golden hair. Then I was struck by the horrible awkwardness of it all.

  Ryan, Lisa’s new man, was standing next to her, smiling, looking big and macho and handsome, his long blond hair on his shoulders, wearing board shorts and a T-shirt.

  Lisa’s eyes were on me, as were Celeste’s.

  I stood frozen, holding my stupid ice bucket. I glanced at Celeste, remembered her words, and tried to think of the throbbing in my penis. For the first time in days it was gone, but thinking of it reminded me that she had expected this moment, and had a plan.

  “Oh hey,” I said.

  “Simon!” said Lisa. “Oh my God! Great to see you!”

  I could see Anne looking confused, then, suddenly, troubled. She had never met Lisa, but had seen her photos.

  “Hi you two,” I said, recovering somewhat.

  Ryan looked startled. He glanced at Lisa and back at me.

  “Simon?” he said. “Hey! At last we meet.”

  He stuck out his hand and I shook it. Then Lisa gave me one of her great hugs, with a tight squeeze.

  “It’s so great to see you!” she said.

  She gave me a kiss on the cheek and held my bicep to keep me from pulling away. She whispered: “My God, she’s so gorgeous. I had seen pictures but holy cow.”

  Anne, looking fairly composed, shook hands with both of them, smiling.

  Celeste greeted them both with hugs.

  “I hope nobody’s mad,” she said. “I thought it would be a fun surprise. A surprise anyway.”

  I stood there in silence for a moment, feeling like a fool, then decided: fuck it.

  “Can I offer you a glass of Prosecco?”

  Everybody but me sat down. I poured the wine and passed it around.

  I noticed for the first time that my cage was sitting in the middle of the little table. Oh God.

  “Simon, let me show you where the strawberries are,” said Celeste, and she took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen.

  “I’m a bitch, I know,” she said, turning to walk backwards when we got inside, with her arms theatrically outstretched. “Do you hate me? Don’t hate me.”

  “It’s OK,” I said. “It’s weird, but OK. You could have just mentioned it. Like, ‘Oh, by the way, your ex is going to be there on Saturday.’”

  Celeste threw herself backwards onto the one clear spot on the counter and looked down at me.

  “I don’t know how to explain it,” she said, “but I made the right call. It’s not supposed to be easy. Part of the process is you dealing with attacks on your ego. You’re not supposed to be comfortable all the time. If you’re going to be Beta, you have to do Beta things. What could be more Beta than serving your ex and her new boyfriend?”

  That stopped me in my tracks.

  “Simon,” she said. “Did you take my advice? Did you listen to your penis?”

  “Yes,” I said. “It wasn’t saying much.”

  “OK,” she said. “Take it out now.”

  I stood there staring at her for a moment.

  “Take it out. Do it.”

  I obeyed. It was half hard by the time I got it in my hand. I felt ridiculous standing there holding it. She beckoned me to step closer, then put her hand on it, lightly.

  “Tell me, would you like to see Lisa’s naked body again? It’s a pretty nice naked body.”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “I know you took it hard when you and Lisa split, right, and you found out about Ryan,” she said. “Did you used to picture them together, having sex?”

  “Yes.”

  My penis stiffened in her hand.

  “It’s a torment, isn’t it, imagining what they do. Tonight, you and Anne will both see. Look. You’re totally hard just thinking about it. You’re a Beta. Go with it. Find your inner Beta. OK?”

  I sucked in my breath, looked down at my throbbing penis and then up at Celeste, who was looking at me with an exasperated air. I felt confused and aroused and a little hurt.

  “Oh God,” I said.

  I felt like I was sinking, but my penis was rock hard.

  “That’s it,” she said. “You found your inner Beta.”

  She squeezed my penis, gave me a kiss on the cheek and jumped off the counter.

  “Now put your dick away and rinse these strawberries and find a little dish to put them in.”

  By the time I brought the strawberries out, it was time to fetch another bottle. When I brought it out and opened it and poured I was finally able to sit down and taste the wine myself. It was pretty good, a bit flinty, nicely balanced. At Celeste’s request, I talked about it a bit.

  I was relieved that Anne was relaxed, chatting easily. She mentioned our honeymoon in Italy, and we all talked about Venice and Milan.

  All the while, my stupid cage sat on the table. When I stood to fetch the third and final bottle of sparkling wine, Lisa asked about it.

  “What is that thing?”

  I blushed. Celeste gi
ggled.

  “It’s a present I got for Simon,” she said. “Sort of an introductory gift. I got a present for Anne as well. Show her, Anne.”

  Anne looked shyly confused, smiling. She held up the necklace.

  “Oh, I noticed that,” said Lisa. “It’s so pretty.”

  “Thank you,” said Anne.

  “That key opens the lock on the little cage,” said Celeste.

  Lisa picked up the cage, turned it in her hand and looked at the lock. She couldn’t figure out what it was for. Then she suddenly did.

  “Oh gosh,” she said and laughed nervously and put it down. “I get it. It’s for his, um, thing. I can’t believe I didn’t realize. I thought it was for the wine or something.”

  She looked at me.

  “Sorry. Sometimes I’m dense.”

  She was blushing.

  “No problem,” I said, and smiled.

  I didn’t know what else to say. My erection was throbbing.

  “It’s a chastity cage,” said Celeste. “We just took it off before you came. We’re kind of playing with it, keeping Simon locked up.”

  “And if he’s good, he gets unlocked,” said Anne. “It’s a game.”

  I was blushing.

  “We’re just kind of trying it out,” I said.

  Ryan looked at it closely.

  “Wow,” he said.

  “Do you think you’d like to try it on?” Dave asked him.

  Everybody laughed.

  “It wouldn’t fit,” said Celeste.

  She just kind of let that sit there. Lisa put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile.

  “That’s sort of the point of the cage. Simon is kind of discovering his Beta side,” said Celeste.

  She reached over and took Anne’s beautiful hair in her fingers.

  “And Anne is discovering her wild side.”

  Anne smiled and blushed.

  “Wow,” said Ryan. “Props to you, dude.”

  “It’s so hot,” said Celeste. “Simon is really brave.”

  I didn’t know what to say.

  “Time for another bottle.”

  I rubbed my erection through my pants while I was getting the Sauvignon Blancs sorted out. I was so aroused that I was tempted to sneak into the bathroom and touch myself. I found myself closing my eyes and rubbing myself.

  “Well, hello there,” said Lisa.

  She was standing in the doorway with a big grin, watching me.

  “Someone’s all excited,” she said.

  I laughed and shrugged and blushed.

  “Busted,” I said.

  “It’s so great to see you,” she said, and walked over and gave me a hug. It was close, and I could feel her breasts press against my chest. My erection pressed against her belly.

  “It’s great to see you, too.”

  She released me and took a step away from me and laughed.

  “I can tell,” she said, and looked down at my crotch.

  “Somebody’s happy to be out of his cage.”

  “Oh God,” I said, and laughed, embarrassed.

  “I’m happy for you,” she said. “I mean, Anne is amazing. You two seem so happy and content together.”

  “I’m pretty lucky.”

  “So is she.”

  “Aw.”

  “I like the way you two are together, and I think it’s cool that you are experimenting with, you know, stuff. What did Celeste call it? Your Beta side. I think it’s cool. You couldn’t have done that when we were together.”

  “No,” I said.

  Suddenly I felt the pang of losing her, and she could see it. Then it passed.

  “So, I had two missions in mind when I came in here,” she said. “The first was to just check that everything’s OK. If I thought that this was uncomfortable for you or Anne, I’d say that I had a headache and we’d leave.”

  “No. No!”

  She looked at me. She looked gorgeous, the silk hugging her body. She also looked kind and friendly. It was almost too much.

  She nodded when she saw that it was OK.

  “Alright,” she said. “The second thing is more, um, fun.”

  She put her hands on the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to her thighs and kind of flounced it.

  “It was Celeste’s idea, that I ask you, um, if you might be interested, later, in, um, eating my pussy.”

  She pulled the skirt up and showed it to me. It was shaved and pale and right there in front of me, her beautiful, greatly longed for pubis. I was shocked into a silence filled with lust.

  “Um,” I said. “Oh.”

  She let the skirt fall again and waited until I lifted my eyes to her face.

  “I used to like the way you did that,” she said. “You were good at it.”

  She closed her eyes, remembering, and ran her right hand between her legs.

  “There’s something you have to agree to, though,” she said.

  “Go on,” I said.

  “Nothing else. Don’t be weird, or try to fuck me, or expect me to return the favor. K?”

  “K,” I said. No problem.

  Then she lifted her skirt again, and gave me another little peek. She touched herself for just a second with her index finger.

  “God, I’m wet,” she said.

  She put her finger to my lip and left a trace of her wetness on me and turned and went off to find the bathroom.

  After the second Sauvignon Blanc, Celeste got to her feet and stretched her arms above her head in the sun salutation. The warm late afternoon sun fell on her. She stretched like a cat, languorous and erotic.

  “I think,” she said. “I am going to have a swim.”

  She headed for the diving board, shedding clothes as she went, and soon stood, poised and elegant and nude on the end of the board.

  She paused to let us enjoy the sight, springing up and down on the tip of the board, then sprang up, bounced and dove, cutting the water with a tiny splash.

  She swam to the ladder and climbed out, walked in front of us, dripping.

  “Come on, ladies, let’s see your stuff,” she said, and leaned over Lisa, dripping on her.

  “Hey, that’s silk,” said Lisa, springing to her feet. “Careful.”

  “Well, take it off then,” she said.

  Lisa did. Her pale skin shone in the light. I felt a surge of bittersweet desire for her.

  Celeste turned to me.

  “Simon, would you run and get some towels?”

  By the time I came back with a stack of towels, the three women were taking turns diving while Ryan and Dave sat and watched, like spoiled tycoons.

  I sat down beside them and watched. It was quite a sight. One after another, they dove, swam straight to the ladder, walked in front of us, to the diving board and dove, all doing the same simple straight, elegant dive.

  It was spellbinding. They were so gorgeous. I was especially interested in watching Lisa, whose naked body I had longed for.

  After a few minutes, Celeste stopped in front of us and stood there, her chest heaving, beaded with water.

  “Simon,” she said.

  She was waiting, I saw, for me to towel her off, which I did with pleasure.

  “That’s it,” she said. “Anne next.”

  I got a fresh towel and patted her dry. She kissed me and told me she loved me.

  Then Lisa was waiting, smiling shyly. I toweled her dry and she wriggled against my hands playfully.

  They all wrapped themselves with their towels and sat down in a row on a chaise lounge in front of the ladder, with Anne in the middle.

  “Alright guys,” said Celeste. “Fair’s fair. Your turn.”

  Dave sprang to his feet and shucked his clothes.

  “Time for a dip,” he said, and hotfooted it to the diving board.

  From the end of the board, he spoke to me and Ryan.

  “Let’s go, guys.”

  Then he sprang into the water.

  Ryan stood, laughed and pulled off his shirt.
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  He turned to stand in front of the women.

  “Ladies, I doubt that watching us will be nearly as pleasant for you as it was for us to watch you, but your wishes are my commands. That was amazing!”

  As he spoke, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his shorts, so that he was standing there, tanned, muscular and athletic, with a thick penis between his legs. Anne was a bit drunk. Her eyes widened when his penis sprang into sight.

  Celeste laughed.

  “He’s big for a white man, isn’t he?” she said.

  “He’s big for any kind of man,” said Lisa.

  “He should be careful with that thing,” said Anne.

  He laughed and took off for the board.

  My turn. I forced myself to quickly undress and tried to be nonchalant, which was difficult, since I had an urgent erection.

  “Aw,” said Celeste. “Simon looking good.”

  Anne laughed.

  “It’s been a week,” she said. “You know, in the cage.”

  “A week,” said Lisa. “Ouch.”

  Then Ryan dove, and it was my turn, and for five minutes we just dove, swam, walked and dove while the women sunned themselves and watched us.

  Celeste and Lisa snuggled up to Anne, and I could see that they were touching her under the towel. She was getting a hazy, aroused look.

  By my third dive, they were kissing, turning her face from one another to take turns, and she was sighing.

  After my next dive, Celeste had pulled away Anne’s towel, so she was naked in the sun. Celeste was rubbing her clitoris. Anne had her legs open. Lisa was pinching her breast.

  Celeste motioned for me to stop. I stood in front of the three of them, water dripping from me. My penis was hard. Anne was nuzzling Celeste’s neck.

  “Now’s the time for your test, Simon,” she said.

  She reached out and grasped the head of my penis between her thumb and forefinger. I gasped.

  “Are you ready?”

  I nodded.

  “Just keep your mind on this little thing,” she said, and gave it a squeeze. “Like we talked about.”

  She let go of it and turned to Ryan, who was climbing out of the pool.

  He stopped.

  “Ryan, come say hi to Anne,” she said.

  “Sure,” he said.

  He stepped forward, so that he was standing directly in front of Anne. His big penis hung between his legs.