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  “Hi, Anne,” he said.

  Celeste reached out and took his stiffening, brutish penis in her hand.

  “Anne,” she said. “Give me your hand.”

  Anne reached out. Celeste put her hand on Ryan’s penis and took her own away.

  “That’s it, Anne,” said Celeste.

  Anne smiled up at him. He reached down and touched her hair.

  She leaned forward and gave the tip of his penis a kiss. It immediately stiffened. Anne smiled at the reaction and turned to look at me, biting her lip.

  “Ryan, Anne and Lisa have agreed that it might be fun for Anne to suck your dick,” said Celeste. “It’s kind of a test for Simon. Would you mind?”

  Ryan grinned. The women were smiling up at him.

  “Dude, I think you’ll enjoy this,” said Dave, who was watching from the pool.

  “I think I will,” said Ryan.

  “I didn’t think you’d mind,” said Celeste.

  She turned to me.

  “Simon, give Anne a kiss,” she said. “Show her that you support her.”

  I blushed and bent and kissed her. Her hair brushed against my cheek.

  She whispered in my ear.

  “I love you. Is this OK?”

  “I love you,” I whispered. “It is.”

  We kissed again and then she turned to Ryan.

  He smiled down at her.

  She looked over at me.

  “I don’t know if I should,” she said, but she held it in front of her.

  She waggled it around. She turned to me, then looked up at him.

  “Maybe just a little,” she said, and opened her mouth and she took the tip in her mouth and slowly started to give him a blowjob, gently at first, then more intense. Everyone watched in silence. Celeste and Lisa had their hands on Anne’s body.

  Celeste looked over at me.

  “You should touch yourself, Simon,” she said. “Show her how turned on you are. But don’t cum.”

  I put my hand on my swollen penis and started to stroke it.

  Anne kept her eyes on Ryan’s face. She was being gentle and enthusiastic, cradling his testicles in her hand.

  She stopped for a second and held the penis in front of her. She turned to us.

  “Is this turning you on, Lisa?” she asked. “Simon?”

  We both smiled at her.

  Anne turned back to Ryan’s penis and took it in her mouth again, a little faster and rougher this time. Ryan’s penis glistened as her lips moved back and forth. There was saliva on her chin and lips and even on her breasts, which were quivering as she bobbed her head back and forth. Ryan closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure.

  Dave climbed out of the pool.

  “I told you that you would enjoy it,” he said.

  He stepped in front of Celeste and she took his penis in her mouth.

  Lisa beckoned me to her.

  “Come here,” she said, and pointed for me to step between her knees.

  She reached out and put her hand on my belly, right above my penis. She looked at it and me.

  “Get down on your knees,” she said, and I did as she said.

  She patted her clitoris.

  She pushed herself a little closer to the edge of the lounger and my mouth was on her, and she was wet and delicious and my head swam as I licked her. I was passionate and she responded powerfully, gasping, on the edge of an orgasm. I slowed down, teasing her.

  I gently tugged on my penis. At the same time, I could see Anne blowing Ryan and Celeste blowing Dave. We were in a row, three of us, but I was the only one on my knees.

  Lisa moaned and sighed and moved against me, and we were quickly in our old rhythm. At first I teased her, but I was excited and soon gave up and made her cum. She cried out loudly. I sat back and smiled up at her.

  Lisa bent at the waist, took my head in her hand and kissed my sopping mouth sensually.

  “Thank you,” she said. “That was delightful.”

  I thanked her. She kissed me again and she got up and took me by the hand. The back of her hand rubbed against my penis. She kissed me again.

  “You are so good at that,” she whispered. “Any time you want to do that you can.”

  Celeste pulled Dave’s penis out of her mouth and he stepped back.

  “I’ve got an idea,” she said.

  She looked at me.

  “Simon, are you doing OK?” she asked. “Ready for the next part of the test?”

  “I’m doing fine,” I said.

  Anne was still sucking Ryan. Her face was wet with saliva.

  Celeste put her hand on her shoulder.

  “Anne, honey,” she said. “I have a treat for you. ”

  Anne took Ryan’s penis from her mouth. Celeste kissed her.

  “God, you’re gorgeous,” she said.

  Then Celeste put her hands on Anne’s sex, and rubbed her clitoris. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Anne moaned. Celeste pulled her up onto the lounge, so that she was on her hands and knees, and smacked her ass. Dave stepped behind her. He rested his penis on her ass. Ryan stood in front of her.

  Anne laughed.

  “Oh,” she said. “I get it. I see what’s going to happen now. Oh God.”

  She looked over at me. I stood, tugging my penis.

  Celeste beckoned to me. I stepped forward.

  “Lick her,” she said. “Get her ready.”

  I dropped to my knees and licked Anne’s sex. She was soaking. She moaned and twisted against me.

  Celeste took Dave into her mouth. Anne resumed sucking Ryan. Lisa moved to his side and was whispering in his ear and kissing his neck.

  Then Celeste pushed me out of the way and steered Dave’s penis into Anne. She held herself suddenly rigid and gasped, the sound muffled by the penis in her mouth.

  Dave slowly started to move in her, easing more of his penis into her. Anne moved back and forth between them. She moaned and gasped and wiggled her bum as she slid down Dave’s penis.

  Celeste writhed against me, the two of us on our knees, watching.

  “God,” she whispered. “Look at her.”

  Anne was doing her best to suck Ryan, gently and carefully, with both hands wrapped around the base of his penis, but she was distracted by Dave fucking her and struggled to keep Ryan in her mouth. Dave’s penis was covered in her juice. She grunted repeatedly as he started to fuck her harder.

  Celeste took my penis in her hand and kissed me as she pulled on it.

  Lisa stroked Anne’s hair as she sucked Ryan.

  “Oh, sweetie,” she said. “You are good at that.”

  Ryan looked up from Anne’s mouth and smiled at Celeste and I.

  Celeste took my hand and guided me as I masturbated.

  “She likes it, doesn’t she?” she whispered. “Doesn’t she?”

  “She does,” I said, quietly.

  “You like it?” she asked. She held my hand still. “You like watching her with them, don’t you?”

  I nodded but didn’t speak.

  Celeste gripped my hair with one hand and with the other gave my ass a couple of hard smacks.

  She held me at a distance. She pointed my face at Anne’s ass. She smacked me again, hard.

  “Simon,” she said. “You are so lucky.”

  Anne started to cum then, twisting between the two men, moaning loudly and grunting. Her muscles all froze and her toes curled and she collapsed, letting Ryan’s penis fall from her mouth.

  Ryan and Dave high-fived over head. They pulled away, each to the arms of his own woman. I went to Anne, on my knees. She had collapsed, and was breathing heavily, still recovering from her orgasm.

  She turned to me and smiled.

  “I love you,” she said.

  I kissed her cheek and told her I loved her.

  I kneeled next to her and watched Dave move to Celeste, who pushed him down on the pool deck and straddled him and started to ride him.

  Ryan took Lisa by the hand and put he
r on another lounger and started to fuck her from behind.

  “How you doing, baby?” I asked Anne.

  She smiled and kissed me.

  “Good,” she said. “Really good. They fucked the stuffing out of me.”

  She reached out and took my penis.

  “Poor Simon,” she said. “You ready to get fucked?”

  She held it in her hand and kissed me, then leaned back on the lounger and spread her legs.

  “Put it in,” she said. “Come fuck your wife.”

  I slipped inside her and moved slowly and she cooed and moved against me.

  “I love you,” she said.

  “I love you,” I said, and I came inside her.

  7

  Angst

  Anne was tender with me on the day after the party, solicitous and kind. She didn’t put me back in the cage, and, by unspoken mutual agreement, we didn’t discuss the party or any of our recent adventures.

  I think she knew that I needed time to absorb what we had done, and as we went about our day on Sunday — running and shopping and cooking — she was watchful and sweet, caressing and kissing me. Several times she told me that she loved me.

  That night, when we went to bed, she snuggled up against me tenderly, and kissed me softly on the cheek and lips. I kissed her back, and stroked her back and felt myself become aroused. But when I moved against her, she smiled and shook her head.

  “I just want to hold you tonight,” she said. “Is that OK?”

  I said that of course it was OK.

  She wrapped herself around me and fell immediately asleep. I lay there for what seemed like a long time, erect and frustrated, my mind running through the events of the night before, before I finally managed to drift off.

  On Tuesday afternoon, she texted me to tell me she was going to see Celeste for a drink after work, and suggested I get a bite to eat on my own.

  I was watching TV on the couch and sipping a glass of wine when Anne got home.

  I rose to kiss her. She looked fantastic: tanned and desirable. She had let her hair down and unbuttoned the top buttons of her pale blue blouse, and she looked like a model in a business suit.

  I felt shy, as if she was somehow somebody else’s wife.

  She greeted me with a kiss and asked me to fetch her a glass so that we could hang out together.

  “How was your drink with Celeste?” I asked her.

  “Revealing,” she said, sitting down across from in the armchair. I sat on the couch. I felt like she was watching me.

  “How?” I asked.

  “Um, I wanted to talk to her about Saturday night,” she said. “I was curious about how much of it all she had planned, that kind of thing.”

  “How do you feel about it all?” I said. “We haven’t talked about it at all.”

  “Good,” she said. “Great, really. It was really fun. I mean you were there. You saw me. Did I seem to be having fun?”

  She gave me a lascivious look, challenging me with her eyes.

  “You did,” I said.

  I thought of her on her knees with Ryan’s penis in her mouth and Dave’s penis in her vagina, the way she had seemed to completely lose herself in the moment, twisting in orgasm between them. The memory was arousing to me.

  “You enjoyed yourself as well,” she said. “If I recall correctly.”

  “I did,” I said. “It was so intense.”

  “Are you glad we did it?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I said, immediately. “It is like an adventure.”

  She took a sip of wine and looked away.

  “Were you surprised that Lisa was there?”

  “I was,” I said. “It was a shock.”

  “That’s one of the things that I wanted to talk to Celeste about,” she said.

  “What did she say?”

  “She said she did it on purpose. Of course. She wanted to push your limits, see if you could handle it.”

  “I guess I could,” I said. “I mean, I did. I got over my feelings for Lisa before I ever met you. Any leftover … pain that I ever felt disappeared when I fell in love with you.”

  Anne finished her wine and leaned forward with her glass outstretched. I filled it up. I looked down her top at the swell of her breasts. She observed me doing it and smiled at me and kissed me and put her hand on my knee.

  She leaned back, took a sip of wine and fixed her eyes on me.

  “Did you know that Celeste and Dave introduced Ryan and Lisa?”

  “I think I assumed that,” I said.

  “Do you think that they were seeing each other while you two were together?”

  I could tell suddenly that of course they had been. I just swallowed.

  “Celeste suspects that your feelings of … rejection … may have contributed to your growing interest in being cuckolded.”

  I stared at her without saying anything. I felt exposed. I think my face was flushed.

  Anne stood up and stepped toward me. She put her hands on her hips.

  “Celeste wanted to see how you would react to seeing Ryan.”

  I swallowed. My mouth felt dry. I could feel myself grow immediately rock hard. I closed my legs in a vain attempt to hide it.

  “Don’t do that,” Anne said. “Let me see you.”

  She stood up and pulled my legs apart, and spread them, stepping between them, looking down at the bulge in my khakis and then back up at my bright red face.

  “Celeste thought you would have cuck angst. That’s the phrase she used.”

  I stared at her, unable to speak. My penis was throbbing.

  She undid my shorts.

  “It looks like she was right,” Anne said. “Do you agree? Did you have cuck angst?”

  I stared up at her and nodded my head.

  “Did you like seeing Ryan in my mouth?” she asked. “Was it intense?”

  “It was,” I said.

  She undid my belt and pulled down my zipper so that my penis was now tenting my briefs.

  “And then you got to fuck me, finally.”

  She gestured for me to lift my ass and she roughly yanked my pants and underwear down to my ankles.

  My penis, pink and angry looking, pointed at her.

  “You liked that, didn’t you?” she said. “Which do you like more, that or watching?”

  “That,” I said. “Definitely.”

  She wiggled my penis by the base. I bit my lip.

  “Celeste says that humiliation can be a powerful sexual force,” she said. “She said that that the party was kind of a test, and that you passed. But, just to be sure, she thought I should talk to you about it tonight. If you were still aroused, and not freaked out, she said we can continue with the next step.”

  She dropped to her knees, put her hands on my knees, and took the tip of my penis in her mouth for a moment. I yelped with pleasure.

  She popped it out and smiled up at me with my penis resting on her cheek.

  “So which is it?” she said. “Are you still aroused or are you too freaked out?”

  “Aroused, aroused,” I stammered.

  “You can handle it?”

  “I can handle it.”

  She started unbuttoning her top.

  “That’s good news,” she said. “Because I really want you to fuck me now.”

  I kicked my shoes and pants off and pulled off my shirt.

  Anne dropped her blouse on the floor, and yanked off her skirt, leaving her in a tiny lacy bra-and-panty set. She climbed onto me, and I took off her bra to suck her nipples. She arched her back and groaned.

  “My God,” she said. “I am so turned on. Feel how wet I am.”

  I pulled aside her panties and touched her. She was quivering with arousal.

  “I think you should take me into the bedroom,” she said. “And I think you should have your way with me.”

  She led me by the hand, her bum swinging in front of me.

  “I think you should take your time,” she said, once we were in the bed
room. “Because after we’re done, it’s time for you to go back in your cage.”

  She dropped her panties and stood in front of me, naked. She took my hand in hers and held it between her legs. I moaned with lust.

  “Celeste wants me to lock you up until Saturday,” she said. “She wants to meet with us in the afternoon to talk about the next step.”

  She dropped onto the bed and pulled me to my knees in front of her. She took my head in her hands and pulled my mouth between her legs.

  I licked her slowly and carefully, trying to tease her, until she lost patience with that and grabbed my hair and started rubbing herself against my mouth until she shuddered.

  She pulled me up to her and kissed me and licked her juices off my face while I slid myself into her.

  “Remember to take your time,” she whispered in my ear, teasing. “Because I’m going to lock up your little guy when you’re done.”

  Her words almost made me cum immediately. I stopped moving and just held myself still inside her until I calmed down.

  “God, that kind of talk turns you on, doesn’t it?” she said in my ear. “I’m getting to like it more and more. It gives me a kind of power over you.”

  I groaned.

  “Oh, it does,” I said. “It does.”

  “Do you want me to tell you how good it felt to have Ryan stick that big cock in my throat?” she asked.

  She grabbed my ass in her hands and started moving against me.

  I moved inside her and felt blissed out, and then she pushed me on my back and she rode me, and then she sucked me, and I finished off in doggy style, my seed spilling on her ass.

  Then she kissed me and told me how much she loved me and I felt very close to her.

  “It’s OK?” she whispered in ear. “You want to play this game?”

  “I do,” I said. “Thank you.”

  Eventually, she got up to use the bathroom and brush her teeth. When it was my turn, I saw that she had placed my cage on the bathroom counter. I put it on and locked it.

  She seemed to be asleep when I got into bed next to her, but she rolled over and put her arm around me. She checked with her hand to see that I was wearing it.

  8

  The Terrace