Cuckold Summer Page 9
He withdrew it and pushed it back in. Her eyes were wide open, seeming to urge him on as he started to fuck her mouth.
It was so rough that I felt like putting a stop to it. Her eyes watered. I stood up and stepped next to her.
She looked over at me. Dave could tell what I was thinking.
“You OK, Anne?” he asked her.
She nodded enthusiastically with his penis still in her mouth.
“She’s OK, Simon,” he said, and he started ramming his dick in and out of her mouth again, even more roughly. “She likes it.”
She looked like a mess, like not my wife, somehow grotesque, with her face stretched around his big penis.
My arousal started to fade and, briefly, I wondered what we had got ourselves into.
Then Dave grunted and pulled out his penis and shot all over Anne’s face.
Anne grinned lasciviously, and wiped the cum off her face and licked her fingers.
“Did you like that?” she asked Dave.
He smiled at her. She popped his penis back into her mouth.
“What do you think?” he said.
“I think you did,” she said.
She turned to me.
“What do you think, Simon?” she asked. “Is my husband ready for his turn?”
She reached up and grabbed my penis. I was erect again immediately.
“He is,” I said. “Really a lot.”
She gave me a really nice smile, and took my penis into her mouth, easily taking it all the way.
She pulled it out and looked up at me.
“This is easier to handle,” she said, and swallowed it again.
Her words set off some weird pleasure center in my brain and I felt myself almost lose control but managed to keep from exploding immediately.
I had just closed my eyes to try to delay the moment of climax when the apartment buzzer sounded.
Anne, startled, yanked my penis out of her mouth.
“You expecting anyone?” she asked me.
Then she was up on her feet.
“Shit,” she said. “I forgot. I’m supposed to play tennis with Nelu. Fuck!”
She stood there a second, glancing at us.
“OK,” she said. “I can go play.”
She buzzed Nelu up.
“Put your cocks away, boys,” she said, and strode to the bedroom. “I’m going to put on my tennis clothes.”
Dave and Dexter checked their flies. I quickly pulled on my jeans, tucking my disappointed, shrinking penis away, then I took the towel off the floor and followed Anne into the bedroom. She was just finishing rinsing her face in the en suite bath. She took the towel, wiped her face clean, kissed me perfunctorily, took off her black skirt, put on a sports bra and then hunted around for her tennis skirt.
The bell rang and I went to let Nelu in.
She’s Anne’s good friend, also in public relations, who lives in the same condo complex. She’s also very cute, with a vivacious and flirtatious manner that I enjoy but that also makes me slightly nervous.
She gave me a smile and a kiss at the door. She was wearing a short white tennis skirt and a low-cut white top that showed off the tops of her round, tanned breasts. Her ponytail was pulled back through the little ball cap. She is Indian, with light brown eyes and a beautiful coppery color. She looked sporty and hot.
“Hey, Nelu,” I said. “Come in. Anne’s just changing into her tennis clothes. This is Dave and Dexter.”
They stood up and shook her hand.
“How do you do?” said Dave.
“Wassup?” said Dexter.
“Hi guys,” she said. “What’s up?”
“You wouldn’t believe us if we told you,” said Dexter.
She gave him a funny look and then Anne came into the room, all dressed for tennis.
“Hola, mamacita” she said, and the two women kissed.
At that moment I noticed that my penis cage was sitting on the coffee table. I stepped in front of it, hoping that Nelu hadn’t noticed it. What would it look like to someone who didn’t know what it was?
“OK,” said Anne, giving me a kiss. “I’m off.”
“Have fun,” I said.
“Nice to meet you guys,” said Nelu.
When they were clear of the door, Dave started laughing.
“Man,” he said. “That girl doesn’t know what is going on, but she sure thinks something’s up.”
“She was checking out your little cage, man,” said Dexter.
“Fuck,” I said. “God knows what she thinks it is.”
Dave took out his phone and called Celeste.
“Hey baby,” he said. “So me and Dexter are over here at Anne and Simon’s, and I have to say for once one of your plans didn’t work out exactly as intended. No. They were glad to see us, but Anne was on the rag, so she blew me and Dexter. Yeah. It was awesome. She is getting way better at it. She just got started on poor Simon when the doorbell rang. She forgot about a tennis date, and her friend Nelu came in, and then the girl spied Simon’s cage sitting on the coffee table. Kept looking back at it, wondering what it was. Likely wondering what we were doing.”
I could hear Celeste’s laughter on the phone. Then Dave handed the phone to me.
“She wants to say hi,” he said.
“Hey Little Guy,” she said. “Was that fun? Were you surprised? I hoped that it would be fun for you. Something unexpected.”
“Yeah,” I said. “It was fun. It could have been a bit better, I suppose, if Anne hadn’t forgot about her tennis date.”
“I know,” she said. “Bad luck for you.”
“Yes,” I said.
She giggled.
“Well,” she said. “I think you’d better put that bad boy back in his cage. I don’t think Anne would want you touching yourself while she’s gone. OK?”
I swallowed. Celeste wanted me to put on the cage. The idea sent a little jolt to whatever weird part of my brain gets excited by that kind of thing, and I started to get hard.
“Um,” I said. “I don’t know if that’s necessary. She’s not going to be gone for long.”
“I want you to do it,” she said. “Right now. OK? While you’re on the phone with me.”
“OK,” I said. “I will.”
I picked up the cage and stepped into the bedroom for some privacy. I dropped my pants and fit it on my penis and locked it.
“OK,” I said. “I’m locked up again.”
“Good boy,” she said. “Now give Dave the key. We’ll give it back to you on Saturday, at our place.”
I hadn’t expected that.
“Um,” I said. “But Anne might want to finish what she started when she gets back.”
“I know,” said Celeste. “It’s sad for both of you. But she’ll have to wait. OK?”
“OK,” I said. “I guess so.”
I walked back into the living room.
“I want you to be ready for what I have planned,” she said. “OK? Do you trust me enough?”
“I do,” I said.
“OK,” she said. “You won’t be sorry. Now give Dave the key and the phone.”
When Anne came back from tennis, Nelu came with her for a few beers, so we didn’t have a chance to talk alone until we were getting ready for bed.
“So,” I said as I undressed. “Celeste made me lock myself up and give Dave the key.”
I waggled the cage at her, to illustrate my tale of woe.
“I know,” said Anne, as she peeled off her tennis clothes and headed for the shower. “Poor Simon.”
I stood in the bathroom door as she showered, and watched as she rubbed shampoo into her hair.
“I had been thinking that you might be going to suck my dick,” I said. “So I was kind of reluctant to put the cage back on.”
“I was plannin
g on sucking your dick,” said Anne, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. “It only seemed fair, after I sucked Dave and Dexter.”
“I know,” I said. “That was my opinion, too.”
“But Celeste had a different opinion,” she said. “So …”
She looked up at me and shrugged.
“She wants to choreograph everything,” she said, turning off the water. “We’ve kind of agreed to that.”
“I know,” I said, and got a towel for her. She stepped out and held her arms above her head and I gently toweled her off.
“No second thoughts?” she asked me, and wrapped her arms around me.
“Not so far,” I said.
We kissed and I followed her into the bedroom. She flopped down onto the bed.
I lay down next to her and we kissed for a while.
She drew my hand down to her sex and my head to her breast.
Gently, I sucked her breast and rubbed her clitoris.
“Mm,” she said. “That’s so nice.”
After a few minutes, I moved down to lick her, gently lapping at her clitoris.
“I liked that today,” she said as I licked her. “It felt so outrageous to just blow them both. Did you like it? It seemed to turn you on.”
I stopped licking her to answer.
“It did,” I said. “A lot.”
“I really did want to practice my technique,” she said. “I wanted to show Dave that I could improve. He’s so big. It’s different from sucking you. I need to concentrate on opening my throat. With you, I can just pop it in my mouth.”
Her words made my belly sink and my penis stiffen. I writhed as I licked at her, rubbing my cage against the sheets.
I eased my fingers inside her and started to rhythmically press against her G spot. She moaned, a deep sound of pleasure.
“It’s so different sucking a cock that big,” she said. “It can kind of hurt. But I don’t mind. I want to please him.”
I was in sweet torment.
“I’m a bit obsessed with his cock right now,” she said. “The way he fills me up …”
She interrupted her own words to moan.
“Do you mind when I talk like that?” she asked me.
“No,” I said. “I like it.”
“Celeste said you like it,” she said. “She said I should tell you how I feel about Dave. She said we should be open about our feelings. She also said it turns you on.”
“Yes,” I said. “It does.”
“Well,” she said. “I keep thinking about how great it felt when he fucked me. I can’t wait until he fucks me again. I want to please him. I hope that I please him. I’m thinking about him all the time. I have a crush on his cock.”
She arched her back and moaned when I pushed my fingers in a little farther. Her moans got deeper and then she gasped and held my head still as she orgasmed.
Then she pulled me up and she kissed me gently and told me that she loved me.
“Poor Simon,” she said, and ran her fingers lightly over my testicles. “I wish I could make you cum.”
“Me too,” I said. “A lot.”
“I guess it will make Saturday even more intense. Are you looking forward to it?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m a bit nervous, but more excited.”
“I trust Celeste,” said Anne. “There are times that I’m afraid I’ll be jealous of her, because she has Dave’s cock to herself whenever she wants him. And I worry that I’ll be so into my own feelings that I’ll forget about your feelings. So I’m glad Celeste is in charge of making sure that everyone’s OK.”
On Saturday morning, as I was sitting on the balcony drinking coffee and reading my phone, Anne came out in her panties and took me by the hand.
“Come on,” she said. She led me to the shower, dropped her panties and pulled me in. We kissed under the hot water and then she pointed to the razor and cream.
“Would you mind?” she said.
My penis was throbbing in its cage as I knelt before her.
It continued to throb while I dried her and as she chose her lingerie — a simple white bra and panty — and pulled on a simple white cotton dress.
She picked out white briefs for me, black jeans and a white shirt.
We stopped to look at ourselves in the mirror before we left. We looked great, I thought, tanned and healthy and attractive. How odd that we’re headed out into the sun to play as sex slaves, I thought.
“I wonder if we know what we’re getting ourselves into,” I said to the reflection of Anne.
She fixed my reflection with a warm gaze, then turned and pierced the unreality of the situation with a kiss.
“Obviously we have no idea,” she said, looking up at me. I turned to her. “But I don’t think either of us want to back out just yet. Do you?”
“No,” I said, and kissed her. “Not yet.”
6
A Tasting
Celeste greeted us as the door with kisses. She was wearing a white cotton dress with buttons up the front, but it was only partly buttoned, and her tanned breasts were obviously bare underneath it. I could see she was wearing my chain around her neck. Her face shone in the sun and her smile was warm.
“Welcome, my little Betas,” she said, stretching out her arms for us. “Oh don’t you both look cute.”
She kissed us both, turned, took each of us by a hand, and led us to the terrace.
“I’m really excited. I think by the end of today we’ll all know whether you’re cut out to be members of our group,” she said. “I think you are, by the way.”
A pitcher of sangria was sitting on the table.
“If you aren’t, it’s no big deal. It’s just a bad … fit. Either way, we’re still going to be friends, if I have anything to do with it, which I do. Friends and lovers.”
She lifted one of the glasses and filled it and passed it to Anne.
“We need to see, though, how you handle the group thing,” she said, gazing at Anne carefully. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to be fine, after your stellar improvised performance this week.”
She turned to me.
“Poor Simon,” she said. “It must have been quite a show, to see her taking care of those two big fellows like a pro, showing off her new skills, and then when your turn came …”
She bit her lip to stimulate the angst I felt at the moment.
She poured me a glass of sangria.
“I’m pretty sure that you’re going to be OK, too,” she said. “But we’ll see today. I know that you respond really powerfully to dominance, to situations where you submit, but this afternoon will be a bit more intense. Are you ready for that?”
“I guess so,” I said. “I hope so.”
She fixed me with a speculative gaze, weighing me with her mind.
“I hope so, too,” she said. “I have a surprise for you, but I’m pretty sure you can handle it. I wanted you to be really sexed up today. That’s why I didn’t let you cum the night that Anne sucked off Dave and Dexter.”
She lifted the chain from around her neck and dangled it in front of me.
“Does your penis feel kind of tingly all the time now?” she said.
“It does,” I said.
“You ready to let that bad boy out?”
I nodded.
“Really ready,” I said.
“Well, drop ’em,” she said.
I yanked down my jeans and Celeste dropped to her knees and unlocked the cage and pulled it off. My penis immediately sprang to attention.
She gave me kind of sly grin and took it in hand.
I gasped with pleasure. Celeste cooed.
“Oh that’s nice, isn’t it?” she said.
“It is,” I said. “Whew.”
She put her finger under the tip and touched it very lightly, on the sensitive skin of the glans.
“Today, if things get too tough for you, I want you to think about your penis, OK? Focus on that tingly throbbing.”
“I will,”
I said.
She wrapped her hand around my testicles and squeezed them lightly, as if weighing them. I drew in my breath. She moved her hands down the shaft, very lightly. I bit my tongue. Then she gripped my penis by the base, wiggled it around.
“Come here, Anne,” she said, and Anne got to her knees beside her.
“I think he deserves just a tiny treat.”
She kissed Anne, softly and sensuously, while gripping my penis. Then she pulled my penis forward to Anne’s mouth, and put the tip between her lips. Anne swirled her tongue around. It was like heaven.
“Oh!” I said, gasping. “Wow.”
“Wow,” said Celeste, lightly mocking me.
She pulled Anne’s head away and they kissed, their tongues tangled together very slowly.
Then she turned and licked me, once, like an ice cream cone.
“If things get weird tonight, what are you going to think about?” she asked.
“The throbbing in my dick,” I said.
She smiled.
“Good boy,” she said. “You can put your pants back on. I’m going to show you where the stuff is.”
Anne sat down to enjoy her sangria while Celeste took me to the kitchen.
“You’re going to be the wine waiter tonight,” she said.
There were rows of wine glasses lined up, ready for the tasting. She showed me where the wine was, showed me the cork screw, the dish washer ready for the empty glasses later. There was even a silver tray.
In the fridge there were three bottles of local sparkling wines, three whites. Three reds sat on the counter.
“Is this OK?” she said. “There are just six of us, so that should be enough. A bottle each. If it isn’t, we can bring up more from the cellar. I thought you could bring them out, like courses, on the tray.”
“I can do that,” I said, as I started to get everything arranged. “I am sort of a certified sommelier.”
She paused on her way out to the terrace.
“Sort of?”
“Well, I didn’t take the test. I was sure I would pass it. Didn’t see the need.”
She laughed and walked back over to me.
“That’s your style, isn’t it?” she said.
She gave me a light kiss.
“You’re so sure of yourself. Almost cocky. Almost. I think that’s the only way you can, you know, let Anne play. Because you are so confident.”