A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 01 by WrightWrongs,WrightWrongs
Part 1 – Wager

The guest room is dimly lit but I can see everything. I think I can feel every nerve ending on my skin. I’m preparing to watch my wife with another man for the first time. It’s the culmination of a journey of seduction that began months ago — a seduction I wasn’t always conscious of; but in retrospect, I realize was inevitable. Lena and her husband, John, were going to make us theirs tonight. And while we were prepared, I don’t know if we understood how completely our lives would change — had already changed, irrevocably.

Lena and I sat on a divan facing the large bed. Lena sat behind me – her nude body pressed against me — her long legs locked around mine. I could feel the heat of her skin through my clothes. We watched together as my wife, Kelly, kneeled nude to the side of John at his feet. He sat naked on the corner of the bed. Kelly cradled his cock in her hand and was tenderly kissing it, exploring it like a gift.

Lena leaned her head against mine and whispered in my ear, “She’s waited so long for this. Do you think you could stop her…” and rubbing her hand along the shape of my dick straining against the fabric of my slacks, “Even if you wanted to?”

With Lena’s arms and legs draped around me I felt both protected and unable to intervene, ‘even if I wanted to.’

Kelly’s breathing was steady and deep. She watched, in fascination, as John’s cock swelled under her touch. It was twice as long as her hand was wide as she stroked him. Its thickness pushed against her fingers, opening her grip on him. Kelly looked up at John and then back at Lena, and finally to me. With her eyes locked on mine, she smiled and slid her lips slowly down his shaft. John groaned. He drew her hair back from her shoulder to the other side so he could see — so we could see. I heard a soft moan escape my wife’s throat.

I was lost. I had imagined a moment like this, but nothing prepared me for the reality. My primal brain was alive with all the scents. My eyes were wide and glassy, unblinking for fear of missing a moment. I was frozen and alert, both excited and afraid.

That I was fully clothed and they were nude was part of Lena’s staging. She was in control of everything tonight — as she had been from the very first time I saw her.

She gently opened the fly of my pants and pulled my dick out. She lightly ran her fingertips over it and it literally quivered as we listened to Kelly mew around the cock in her mouth.

“You hear that?” Lena breathed against my neck. I gulped and nodded.

Lena said, “She wants to be his now. Look at how she rolls her eyes back as she takes more down her throat. Watch how when she comes up, she searches his face for approval.”

I could only nod. My wife was unabashed. She was locked in now on his cock.

John stroked Kelly’s hair. She shivered. He gently pressed her head and she moaned again, taking the hint to sink her mouth further down, holding it until her need for air brought her back up. John didn’t force her; his hand was there just to tell her what he wanted. Twice more she took the encouragement until her lips stretched wide at the root of his cock where it met the closely cropped hair framing it. I suddenly felt dizzy as I watched her throat quiver.

“Good girl,” John said.

I came. With barely a touch, my dick spasmed in Lena’s hand, coating it with cum.

We had been instructed not to have orgasms for two weeks before tonight’s initiation. Yet, we had to edge each other exactly once each hour we were alone together. I had been literally aching to come for weeks.

Lena laughed at the mess I made. She said “See Kelly?”

Kelly turned her eyes reluctantly to me. The corners of her mouth attempted to curl into a smile around John’s cock, as she saw my leaking dick. My wife looked at Lena’s hand coated and dripping. Kelly’s body shook slightly. She lifted her head slowly up the length of John’s cock with her eyes on me the whole time. As her tongue swirled the tip, pulling in the liquid pearl there, she looked at John. They both laughed. He nodded at her as if there was some private joke. Kelly looked back at us and down to Lena’s cum-coated hand. My wife smiled wickedly.

“Feed it to him,” she said.

John returned to stroking her hair and now both their eyes were on me as Lena said, “Oh, this one is fun.”

My heart pounded as Lena brought her hand up. I’d never done this before. I had thought about it. I had tasted myself incidentally on my wife’s lips and that act had sparked a desire in me that I couldn’t bring myself to ask for. But now, I was staring at Lena’s long, manicured fingers dripping.

At first, I could only let her slip her fingers in my mouth; but as I felt all eyes on me I started to open. Kelly’s expression was of fascination and anticipation. Seeing that, my resistance broke and I began to run my tongue along Lena’s fingers to seek my cum, sucking it in.

“Good boy,” Lena said.

“Fuck,” Kelly said, “He loves it.” She looked up at John. “You were right.”

This revelation hit me like a drug. They had talked privately. They held secrets from me. John looked at Lena and nodded as she scooped up more of my cum on her fingers and fed me again. My dick started to rise a second time. Something rare for me.

Lena breathed in my ear, “Take it all. This is what you do now.” Then to Kelly, “See, he’s even getting hard again from it.”

Kelly’s eyes were locked on Lena’s, fascinated with the discovery. She said, “Oh, Lena, that’s so fucking hot. Make him eat it all.” She was breathing more heavily now as John had pulled her up on the bed next to him to watch me give in to the depravity. His fingers gently spread her pussy lips open, circled her hood with his fingertips. Kelly’s vulva was completely bald as instructed, feeling the cool air for the first time since maybe we were married.

Lena said, “See how wet she is as she watches you?”

I couldn’t help it. I actually whimpered.

Lena said, “This is what you are now. Do you want more?”

I nodded. And so did Kelly.

John said, “This will be fun. Kelly, why don’t you tell him what you’re thinking?”

“I can’t believe you’re actually licking up your cum.” Kelly said,

She looked up at John, who nodded for her to continue.

“If I’d known you liked it so much, I would have had you eat it all the time. Maybe had you clean my pussy after you made your mess.”

Lena used her slick fingers to stroke my dick for all of them to watch.

Kelly said, “You love it, don’t you? You love eating cum.”

I nodded. My dick was already painfully hard again. Lena’s hand was in constant motion over my balls and shaft. I’d never been so expertly handled.

John whispered to Kelly, “He came just watching you take my cock in your throat the first time. Now, he’s eaten his first load for you to see.”

Kelly looked up at John in amazement and adoration.

“And now,” John said, “He’s going to cum again just knowing how depraved he is willing to be for us.”

John’s fingers worked Kelly’s clit now. She was close to coming but he held her off.

“And next,” John said, “You are going to cum for the first time with me as you watch your husband eat his second load.”

Kelly’s eyes were focused on my cock, “Fuck, I wonder…

“Yes?” John said as Kelly’s fingers stroked his cock.

“I wonder if it’s just his own cum he’ll swallow.”

And with that my heart swelled and my dick began to spasm. I panted and cursed and writhed under Lena’s touch. Never in my life had I come so closely together.

Kelly moaned as I came again for them and John began slipping his fingers up inside her, stroking to put her over the top.

“Yes, yes. Uh huh. Please,” she cried as she watched Lena scoop all the cum into her hand and this time held it in up front of my mouth like a bowl.

John had to hold Kelly tightly to him as she began to shake, her eyes on me the whole time. Staring into her eyes I couldn’t help myself. I licked my lips, leaned forward and began to tongue and slurp up my cum from Lena’s hand.

“That’s my pet,” Lena laughed

With her eyes locked on my lapping, Kelly came, “Fuuuuuck.”

Somehow I knew what Kelly wanted. I sucked all the cum into my mouth and kept it open for her to see. She bucked against John’s hand. He wouldn’t let her stop. He seemed to want this moment to be locked into her mind. He wanted her to associate this act as a root memory of her new life. Both of us. Our new life.

Once I had emptied Lena’s hand, she stroked my face, leaving my cheeks streaked with the realization of my new place in their world.

As John let Kelly came down finally, he let her slide to the floor. When she could compose herself, she crawled over to me, where I sat panting, wrapped in Lena’s arms, my face covered in my second quick load of the night, with my mouth held open and leaking from own thirst. Kelly was so wet from coming that I could practically taste her on the air.

All I wanted to do was please her now. Make her smile at me again and again. To sink to any new low that delighted her. To bury my face in her cunt forever.

My wife, who had just deep throated John’s still-hard cock and had herself come watching me eat my own spunk for her and our new masters, reached down to my damp dick and rubbed it to coat her fingers. The tip was on fire as she squeezed a last few drops out. She brought her hand up and spread those drops on my lips, and then began wiping the cum out to spread it across my face. She gently pushed up on my chin closing my mouth. She kissed me gently and leaned back, smiling broadly, as a shiny string pulled and snapped between our lips.

“Swallow,” she said.

I gulped. I closed my eyes and used my tongue to clean the inside of my mouth and swallowed again.

Kelly shuddered, “Fuck. Twice.” She looked at John who just winked.

Lena laughed, “And that’s just the beginning, my pets.”

* * *

The first time I spoke to Lena was at work. She was newly hired as marketing director. I worked in information systems. We were about to pass each other in the hall and her clipboard slipped out of her hands to clatter on the floor. Without thinking I bent down immediately to pick it up. She had bent over too and seemed surprised that I beat her to it. Her long hair hung forward and brushed my cheek. I looked up, but with her hovering over me, I couldn’t stand up and I couldn’t strain my neck to look her in the eye. I could only lift my head high enough to see her hips wrapped in a tight mid-length pencil skirt. Her legs were toned, tan, and seemed to shimmer.

“Thank you,” she said. Her her smooth alto voice felt like honey in my ears as her head her head was right next to mine. She stood back up.

I looked up being careful not to let my eyes linger on the slit at the front of her skirt, or on her breasts beneath the tailored white blouse. Instead I met her eyes, which were dark brown framed by long lashes. She raised one dark, neatly tapered eyebrow.

“Such a gentleman,” she said as I offered her the clipboard from my kneeling position. There was a flicker in her eyes. A slight narrowing and I daresay a twinkle — at least as I replayed that moment in my mind so often in the time since. She walked away leaving me on my knees. And in her wake I smelled the hints of perfume and a copper scent that made me weak. I felt my mouth water.

* * *

Lena reached down to touch Kelly’s face and bring her eyes up from my face, still coated in drying cum. With her other hand she pressed on my back urging me to move out of the way. I slipped off the divan and stood. Lena’s nude body was now fully exposed to us. Kelly breathed heavily as she took in Lena’s beauty. Her long tan legs. Her breasts, with small, dark nipples erect and rising with her own breath. Lena made no effort to close her legs that had been wrapped around me. Like John, she kept her bush neatly trimmed. The lips of her pussy were open and shiny with a hint of pink at the center, and her clit was swollen and pushing out of its hood. It was larger than Kelly’s, which tended to tuck in and needed coaxing out. Lena lazily stroked her labia with one slender finger.

“So, beautiful,” Kelly said,. She looked up from Lena’s pussy to her take in her whole body. Lena didn’t move except to let one knee swing out and back slightly as if to fan the flames of our desire. Kelly searched Lena’s face for some sign.

“Would this be your first time?” Lena said.

Kelly nodded, “Uh huh.”

“I want you to taste me, Kelly.”

Kelly crawled forward and moved her face down close to Lena’s sex. She inhaled deeply, rolling her eyes back. Involuntarily, I inhaled along with her, hoping some molecule would make it up to where I was standing.

My wife looked up at Lena and extended her tongue like an offering. Lena nodded and Kelly leaned forward and let her tongue run up the length of Lena’s lips, pulling the liquid up to pool with the saliva dripping from her tongue. Only when her stiff tongue touched the swollen clit, did Lena move. She shivered. Kelly smiled at the reaction and drew her tongue back into her mouth. She closed her eyes finally as she savored the flavor.

When Kelly opened her eyes again, and looked up at Lena, her eyes seemed to be glistening.

“Do you want more, Kelly?” Lena said.

An expression of desperation came over Kelly’s face that I’d never seen before. “I want… it all,” she said.

“What do you say, then?” Lena said.

“May I?”

Lena nodded. Kelly put one hand on each of Lena’s thighs and buried her face in Lena’s pussy, licking and slurping like a woman obsessed.

Lena moaned. Her hips jerked under the assault.

“Yes, yes. That’s it. That’s my girl.” Lena looked up at John. “She’s going to be perfect, John.” She writhed under the assault. “She will never say no.”

Kelly shook her head no as she kept her mouth locked on Lena’s pussy, alternately drinking and running her tongue over and under the hood of her clit.

“Yes, there. Like that,” Lena said, “You want me to feel good, don’t you?”

“Mm. Hmm.”

“You want… to make me come?”

“Uh, huh.” Her mouth barely came off Lena’s pussy to speak.

“Your desperation makes me want to come, my pet. But I want you to come when I do. I want you to rub your pussy… and make yourself come when I say.”

Kelly let go of one of Lena’s knees and brought her hand down to dip her fingers deep into her pussy. They came out coated and shiny as she began rubbing her own clit rapidly.

“Only when I say, pet.” Lena said. She looked at John who was laying casually on the bed, softly stroking his cock.

Lena said. “I’m so close, Kelly, I’m so close. You make me feel so good when you’re eager. When you show me your hunger.”

Kelly moaned loudly at the encouragement and her hand was a rapidly circling around and over her own clit.

“Are you ready?”

Kelly could only whimper.

“Bring us there together, Kelly.”

My wife slurped and moaned and her hand changed to rub furiously side to side over her clit.

John said, “Kelly, your husband is hard again watching you.”

Neither woman looked. Neither woman cared. I stood fully clothed with my dick hanging out of my open fly, fully erect again. It was so painful, I dared not touch it. I only wished I was Kelly at that moment. So long had I wanted to do the same thing. Since that first day. I could smell that same scent but it was overpowering. Lena loved this power. She had us both drooling, literally. My face covered with my own cum. Kelly’s face covered in Lena’s juices.

“Now,” Lena cried and Kelly screamed into Lena’s pussy as both of them came. Lena’s long legs stretched out straight and quivered as she locked her strong thighs on Kelly’s head, holding her mouth tight against her clit. Kelly’s breath was cut off. Her body shook but she kept her mouth open and her tongue moving deep in Lena’s pussy.

Finally, Lena opened her legs, releasing Kelly to gasp for air, only to immediately try to dive back in. But Lena bent her leg and pressed her knee gently against Kelly’s forehead.

“That’s enough, Dear.” She sighed, “That’s plenty for now.”

Kelly collapsed on the floor and then rolled herself over on her back to make it easier to catch her breath. She looked up from beneath Lena’s open legs. Her eyes met mine and the satisfaction and lust were all over her face, which shone with Lena’s juices. Kelly looked down to my hard dick sticking straight out of my open fly, dripping with pre-cum. She snickered.

Looking up at Lena, my wife said, “We may have to lock that up.”

I almost fainted. My legs went weak and I dropped to my knees. I didn’t come so much as dribble a puddle on the floor as my dick spasmed. I was so overwhelmed. My face was white hot with desire and humiliation. I looked up from the puddle and to Lena and Kelly. Both women looked amused as they panted in the glow of their orgasms.

Kelly turned onto her side and propped her head up on one hand to watch me. She looked up at John, then back to me. Then she looked then down to the small puddle of cum on the hardwood floor, back to my face, then gave a little nod sideways.

I dropped my lips back into the puddle and slurped it all up.

John said, “That’s three.”

“Fuck,” Kelly said.

* * *

My second interaction with Lena was when I was sent to her office to help her with some software I managed. Her door was open but she was focused on the screen in front of her. Her long hair was pulled back into a pony tail but wisps curled down to frame her face. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup. She kept things subtle and muted for work.

I wondered for a second what she looked like out at a club, dancing or having a drink at the bar. Would her hair whip in the back light? Would the beads of sweat run down her neck to pool at her collarbone, drawing into her white blouse that was already clinging to her breasts? Would the color of her nipples be visible under the fabric? Would they be brown or pink?

I knocked on the doorframe to announce my presence.

“Come in,” she said and looking up at me, “Oh, it’s my gentleman.”

My face flushed hot as I stammered hello. I couldn’t imagine her remembering me at all. “You needed help?”

“Oh, yes, thanks, come on over.”

I found myself kneeling beside her again as she walked me through her questions. I had to concentrate to keep from being distracted by every tap of the mouse with her manicured nails, and the brush of her blouse against my elbow, the sweetness of her breath on my cheek…

“Would you like a chair?” she said.

“This is perfect,” I said reaching over to grab the mouse.

When I had cleared up the issue, I finally leaned back and stood up.

“Thanks, so much for your help,” she said.

“Anytime,”

I saw a picture frame on a desk of a tall blonde man playing soccer. It was an action shot of him dribbling the ball downfield. His hair was closely cropped on the sides and longer on top. The sun was highlighting the blond hair on his legs and arms that shone with sweat.

“John, my husband,” she said, “I took that shot.”

“Is he a pro?”

She laughed. “No, college. It’s where we met. We both played, actually.”

She picked up another frame next to it. It was her and John. They were on beach. He was dressed in swim trunks and an open shirt. His arm was wrapped around her waist and she was leaning into him. She was wearing a black bikini under a translucent white cover-up.

“You both have six packs.”

She laughed. “Mine’s more like four, but yeah, we like to get out and play together.”

“I can see,” I said, suddenly regretting my words. “I mean…”

“It’s alright. I know what you mean. He has that effect on people. You can’t not notice.”

“No, meant…” and I cut myself off before I said another stupid thing.

She chuckled at my discomfort.

But a flicker in her eyes caught me up. I started to walk away, banging my knee against the desk in my hurry to get out. I said, “Well, if you run into any more issues…”

“I know who to call,” she said, and then as I crossed the threshold, “Oh, and next time, you don’t have to linger so long at the door. Just say, hi.”

“Er… yes, ma’am.” The corners of her eyes crinkled at those words, as I found myself blushing again. She had caught me staring earlier and knew just when to drop the info to make me the most uncomfortable.

“Ever my gentleman,” she said.

* * *

“I think we’ve been too selfish, Kelly,” Lena said. “John, hasn’t even come yet.”

“And my husband’s come three times already,” Kelly said, smirking.

Kelly was still laying on the floor with her head propped up on her hand. Lena had curled her legs under her and was lounging on the divan. And while I continued lapping at the floor, hoping to please them with my enthusiasm, both women had turned their attention to John.

He was on the edge of the bed, his cock laying against his thigh, the crown dripping pearls.

“I’m not complaining,” he said, leaning back on his hands, which made his abs tighten and his cock slide back. I watched a pearl of liquid pull and streak against his solid thigh.

John said, “Watching you two women is a pleasure, and we’ve got all the time we need to break Kelly in properly.”

Kelly’s eyes flashed and the lids half closed at the words, ‘break in.’ She turned her head up to look back at Lena with an expression that fell somewhere between expectant and apprehensive.

Lena returned Kelly’s gaze and without looking up at John said, “I think maybe now she’s wet enough for you.”

Kelly’s mouth dropped open and she yelped as John had sprung forward and pulled her up by her waist to spin her around onto the bed. He tossed her face down bent at the waist with her feet on the floor, her chest against the bed, and her hands by her shoulders. John licked two of his fingers and slid them effortlessly into her pussy. He gently applied pressure up, which encouraged her lift her hips higher and higher until she’d straightened her legs.

She groaned but I couldn’t tell if it was from the pressure in her cunt, or the realization of how slutty this looked.

John grinned and said, “I think she might be open to the idea of getting fucked, Lena.”

Lena stood up and moved next to me. She lay her hands on my shoulder and we both fixed our gaze on my wife’s pussy, dewy and open beneath the globes of her raised ass. We watched her back rise and fall quickly, breathing in anticipation as she lay exposed for the room.

“What do you think?” Lena said to me. “Do you think she’s ready for him? Do you think your loyal wife is ready for another man to plunge his long, thick cock into her dripping snatch? Do you think she’s ready to be fucked hard with you right here watching?”

“Uh, huh.” Kelly said into the mattress.

Lena laughed then she turned her gaze to John’s cock, which was now fully erect again. It stood straight out before him, curling slightly up. I watched a drop of clear cum drip down and splash on my wife’s ass.

“Do you think it’ll fit?” Lena said. “And after, do you think yours will be enough?”

My dick twitched. It couldn’t recover again, but I found myself weak and leaning more than I wanted to against Lena’s naked body. She held one shoulder and used the other hand to cradle my head against her.

“He’ll be gentle,” she said, adding, “Until she begs him not to.”

Kelly whimpered at Lena’s words. She rocked her hips up toward John, who used his legs to encourage hers farther apart. She began to shake and then she broke.

“Please, John. Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Please, please, please…”

“That was fast,” Lena said, beaming.

I was breathing heavily now. My whole attention on John’s cock. I had never felt inadequate. Kelly told me she loved my dick. She said she was satisfied. I knew how to help her come. But she had never given up so much control to me. She was following every cue John gave her. When she had held his cock earlier, there was adoration. His body was a work of art that you couldn’t help admire. I wasn’t afraid of being gay, but until this moment, I had never truly studied another man’s cock — seen it up close and ready.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Lena said beside me. I could only nod. She patted my cheek. “It’s OK to adore beautiful things.”

John bent his legs to bring his hips behind my wife’s. He put one hand on either side of her waist and tucked his hips to bring the crown of his cock at her opening. She continued to beg as he rocked his tip up and down her slit. I watched as the crown slowly separated her lips and he pressed in just enough to slip inside her.

Lena whispered, “Now comes my favorite part.”

Kelly still whimpering, pushed her hips back against his cock. But John held position, moving back as she tried to slide onto his cock. She seemed to hesitate, waiting.

“Now, she understands,” Lena whispered.

“Oh, my god, no,” Kelly said and realizing that he wasn’t going to plunge into her, she began to wriggle and push back against his cock. She had no leverage, and her hips were as high as she could go. But desperately and slowly she thrust back against him, all the time begging, “Please, please, please.” She arched her hips up and down his cock, which was getting drenched in her juices. I marveled that he was only halfway in.

“So, fucking thick,” Kelly muttered. She tried to push her arms up to bring her torso closer but the bed was too soft. Then, as her legs and abs began to weaken, she cried, “Oh, no, no, no, no…” as she realized she hadn’t the strength to make it the rest of the way up his cock.

Watching this together, Lena let one hand drop down to her own pussy and began to stroke herself. Her breathing was getting heavier as she watched her husband play Kelly out like a marlin on a line.

With a cry of frustration, Kelly’s arms began to shake.

“Now, John,” Lena said as Kelly finally collapsed only to have John grab her by the hips. He straightened his legs to stand up and pulled her the rest of the way up his cock.

Kelly gasped as she went limp, hanging down toward the bed with her ass pulled up tight to his crotch, completely impaled. I watched her core muscles spasm around his cock as her mouth hung open and her jaw tightened. She held there not breathing for several long moments before she gasped again and let out a guttural scream. I had never seen her come so long or so hard.

At that moment, Lena also came using her own hand. Moaning softly into my shoulder.

I could do nothing. My spent dick quivered in the cold air. I tried to stroke it but it was too painful.

“Poor, dear. Wasted all his meals,” Lena said. “Here’s a little something to tide you over.” She slid her wet fingers into my mouth. I felt lightheaded as I finally got to taste what I only knew from its sweet scent.

* * *

On another day, Lena came to my office with a question. As she gave me the details, she casually came around the desk and pulled one of the chairs over next to me. She indicated my monitor and said, “Maybe you can show me.”

My pulse quickened with her right next to me. He perfume seemed darker and richer today. When she shifted in her seat to reach up to point at the screen, I involuntarily inhaled deeply, hoping for a hint of that metallic scent.

After answering her questions, she didn’t get up. She leaned back and appraised my desk. She saw my pictures there and immediately grabbed one of Kelly.

“Oh, my, she’s gorgeous.” she said turning to me.

“Kelly, my wife,” I said, “I’m a lucky guy.”

She picked up another picture of Kelly and I together — our wedding.

“Oh, you make a lovely couple.”

“Five years, next June.”

“High school sweethearts, no doubt.”

“Kinda, yeah. Different schools.”

Lena lingered on the photo, her long finger swinging back and forth across the photo as if she was caressing Kelly’s auburn hair.

“Sweet,” Lena said almost to herself and I wasn’t sure whether she meant our anniversary or Kelly’s smiling face in the picture — long curling hair, dimpled cheeks, and a soft sprinkling of freckles.

After a few moments, Lena placed the picture gently back in its spot.

“Well, we hope to meet her one day.” She smiled and slid out of the chair, turning to push it back against the wall. As she moved, I caught that spark of metal in the air that made my mouth suddenly water painfully.

Lena turned to look back at me and caught me staring at her ass. She gave me a slight mock scolding look, and walked out. My dick was rock hard.

* * *

After her long orgasm, John lowered Kelly back down on the bed. He turned her over on her back. Her face was flushed and she was shining with perspiration. His skin shone too in the dim lights of the room, highlighting every muscle of his lean body.

“Slide back,” he told her, grabbing a pillow from above her head.

Using her elbows, she slowly scooted back on the bed, never taking her eyes from his. John slid the pillow under her hips. Kelly’s mouth was open slightly. Her tongue flicked out and licked the sheen on her upper lip and she blew a long tendril of hair out of her face. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. They were fuller than Lena’s. Kelly’s nipples were pink and, at the moment, wrinkled into tight little nubs that I knew would be especially sensitive now.

John scooted up over her and on the way his mouth found one of her nipples sucking it in and gently nipping it. Kelly squealed.

He came up and kissed her deeply and she fell into it completely. I watched my wife wrap her arms around his back stroking his skin. I knew what it felt like to be caressed by her. I knew how her tongue felt in my mouth and what her kisses tasted like. He was experiencing all that now except with an urgency from her I didn’t recognize — not since perhaps our wedding night, which we had foolishly saved ourselves for.

She slid her hands down to caress his ass. Suddenly, her hands froze and I saw her fingers tighten into his flesh and I knew. He was in her again. He lifted up on his forearms to look down at her. She was biting her lip, shiny from kissing. Her eyes were sparkling and wide.

“Look at your husband,” he said.

She looked first at me from the corner of her eyes and then turned her head toward me.

I was standing next to the bed with my erection pointing out again from my open fly. Lena was still next to me, holding one of my hands, another on my shoulder.

John shifted his hips slightly and I saw my wife’s eyes roll back in her head for a moment. She sighed and turned back to John.

“No,” John said, “Look at your husband. What is he doing?”

She looked long at me. “Nothing,” she said finally.

“Remember that,” John said and he tilted his pelvis again. Kelly’s eyes fluttered for a moment and then opened wide.

“That’s the spot,” Lena said.

“Tell him what is happening,” John whispered.

“He… He’s pressing… Oh, my God, I don’t know. I’ve never…” Her legs were trembling now.

Lena spoke to me, but she was looking at Kelly, “He’s found that special bundle of nerves. He’s so good at finding all those spots with his cock. He can stay hard for so long. He can hold off coming so long that he can work any number of those spots along the way. He loves finding where they are in each new pet.”

Kelly’s face was wide and her eyes glassy. It was like she was on drugs. She was frozen as if she didn’t want him to lose his place. He was making subtle movements with his hips back and forth. I could picture the crown of his cock rolling over and back on some magic button I’d never found. Maybe one I couldn’t reach.

“You’re going to come for me again,” John said to my wife. “It’s going to be intense.”

She whimpered and nodded.

“Do you want your husband to see it?” John said, “Do you want him to hear it?”

She nodded, desperately.

“I could send him out of the room, if you want.” John said.

I felt a wave of panic hit my stomach.

Kelly shook her head, “No, I know he wants…”

Lena said, “Because once it happens like this. He won’t ever forget it. The sound of your scream, the look on your face of pure, extended bliss that he has never given you, that he can’t hope to give you.”

Kelly shook her head. Her eyes were watering and it seemed like she was held on the very verge of orgasm. Her face was red and her mouth open.

“I… I… want… him to know…”

I felt a wave of relief and fear. Lena reached down to grasp my dick and I flinched and my hips pulled back from the sensitivity.

John said, “Because after this, you won’t want anything else.”

Kelly, was panting now. “Please… oh, please…”

“And,” John said, “Neither will he.”

“Yes!” Kelly cried, “Yes… oh, please… Just let me… Please, just let me.”

“You have to understand,” John went on in his lowest tone, “This first taste is free.” Then his quietest whisper in her ear, “From now on, you’ll have to earn it.”

Kelly groaned and I could see her desperately trying to move her hips under him. Doubling the pressure on that secret spot.

“I’ll do anything,” my wife said, and turning to me with a fiery look in her eye, “And he’ll… do.. Anything!”

“Yes,” John hissed and slid all the way into the root and then partway out and plunged hard holding firm against her pubic bone as Kelly began rolling into her orgasm. I felt I could see the waves undulating through her body and she released a high scream that sent shivers through my body.

“That’s a good boy,” Lena said to me as I came into her hand again. My balls ached and I couldn’t breathe. “That’s four,” she said to John.

Without letting Kelly catch her breath, John held himself up and began rapidly sliding up and back inside her. This was for him now.

“I am going to come now, Kelly.”

“Oh, yes… Yes, please. Come.”

“Where should I come, Kelly?”

She looked quickly at me and back to John.

“In… in me. Oh, please come inside me. Come for me. Come for me.”

“There’s a price, Kelly.”

She whimpered.

“I don’t care. Anything.”

John looked over at me. Kelly turned her head to where I was standing with my dick dripping into Lena’s hand.

She narrowed her eyes. I felt something almost like anger from her. “Do it,” my wife said to me. My vision went white and I kneeled down to the level of Lena’s hand and began to slurp what little cum was there.”

John looked hard at me.

“That’s not the full price, Kelly.”

Kelly snapped her head back to look at John, with a look of wonder on her face. She nodded her head in time to John’s cock sliding in and out of her as she rode the waves of pleasure.

“Every drop of you,” she said to him, nodding; and then turning to me, eyes afire with glee, “Every. Single. Drop.”

And John pushed in and held inside her for several agonizing moments. I could see his ass muscles contract and the spasms of his body as he pumped cum deep inside her.

Lena brushed my hair back from my eyes with her one free hand as I tongued her hand witnessing my wife orgasm yet again with the sensations of being filled by him.

“One reason he likes to tease for so long,” Lena said, “Is that he builds up so much fluid, it feels like he’s cumming forever.”

John gasped and collapsed on top of my wife as she wrapped her arms and legs around him whispering, “So full. So full,” before she relaxed beneath him.

* * *

It was a company Christmas party when we met John in person. Kelly and I sat across from Lena who was alone with an empty chair next to her. She was sipping her wine, looking as gorgeous as I’d ever seen her. She wore a red dress that draped over her long frame and as she leaned forward or to the side, it became evident it wasn’t the kind of dress you could wear a bra with. I had to focus to keep my eyes up.

Lena was telling Kelly how helpful I’d been to her since she joined the company. “He’s quite the resource.”

Kelly beamed at me and seemed slightly cowed in Lena’s presence. Kelly was stunning in a green wraparound dress that flattered her hourglass curves. Only I knew that she’d gone without underwear for the night, feeling “a little frisky” as she whispered the news to me before getting out of the car. She liked to drop those little teases knowing there would be nothing I could do about it all night. And it always worked. By the end of the night, I’d be aching to get her home and pull that dress over her ass and eat her out, or throw her over the sofa and fuck her. Then there was that one crazy night when I couldn’t wait and fucked her in the venue bathroom and we had to leave early because I left too much evidence inside her and it was only a matter of time before our dirty secret spilled out for everyone to see.

“You’re so beautiful, Kelly,” Lena said, “Your husband is a lucky man.”

“Well, like you said,” Kelly blushed, “He’s resourceful.”

Kelly actually winked and Lena raised her wine glass to her. Then Lena looked up above my head and smiled.

“Are you keeping my wife out of trouble?” I heard John’s rich voice behind me. My body almost vibrated from what I hoped was just the surprise.

“They’re doing their best, dear, but you know what trouble I can be.” Lena said.

The banquet tables were tight together and John was slipping between the backs of chairs. His legs were right against the back of my chair and he reached down and squeezed my shoulder muscles. I jerked at first, at the sudden intimacy, but then froze not wanting to be rude.

“I do indeed,” he said offering one hand toward my wife. “I’m John, Lena’s husband.”

Kelly took his hand. She seemed quite awkward suddenly. Her mouth parted slightly. I don’t know if it was the fact that he was giving me the neck rub, or that he was standing so close to me, or from having to crane her neck up so far just to see his face, but Kelly looked immediately flustered.

“You must be Lena’s gentleman,” John said coming around the table, leaning down to kiss his wife tenderly and then settling into the chair. He seemed taller in person. He was wearing a fashionable suit but he’d undercut the formality with an open necked shirt revealing a nearly hairless chest with just a few blond curls.

Kelly gave me a wordless, “Wow,” and I caught her brushing her hair back with her hand and then looking at me quizzically.

“Gentleman?” she said.

I started to stammer, but then Lena rescued me, “You know, he’s so polite all the time, formal, and…”

“Stiff?” Kelly added with a laugh.

“A gentleman,” Lena said, winking.

This time Kelly raised her glass to Lena.

John leaned forward to talk to Kelly who leaned in to hear him.

It was then that Lena started to engage me in talk about work. I know now, of course, that it was to keep me engaged so John could get to know Kelly a little better. Every time I heard Kelly giggle at some joke and would turn to see what was funny, Lena would interrupt me with another question or detail.

Kelly and John talked all evening. They danced while Lena kept me at the table. By the end of the night, we all hugged good-bye with the promise of getting together soon. Kelly seemed pensive when we left.

Our car was all by itself in the parking garage. As we got to the passenger side, Kelly, pulled me in and kissed me.

“Have you been thinking about me all night?” she said.

I nodded.

“Good,” she said, pulling me over into a deep kiss.

I started to open the door for her, but she stopped my hand. Instead she reached for the handle to the backseat door. I stepped back and grinned as she opened the door and started to crawl in. Some thought made her stop as she was bent over halfway into the car and she turned her head back to look at me. With a wicked grin, she looked around to be sure we were alone and she reached down to grab her skirt and slowly began pulling it up to expose her naked ass.

“What’s gotten into you?” I said looking around — this time for cameras.

“I’m hoping you will,” she said.

Suddenly not caring, I unzipped my fly, pulled out my hard dick and slid it into her right there. She was soaked. I began to fuck her like a man possessed. Kelly reached down and rubbed her clit.

Kelly tried to be quiet, but eventually she came and her moan echoed in the parking garage. I told her I was going to come and she pushed me back, turned around, and took me in her mouth as she crouched by the open door. I was too quick so the first few spurts painted her forehead and cheek before she got me into her mouth. Then she moaned quietly with each spurt.

When I caught my breath. She stood up, pulling down her skirt, and with a smile, made a show of swallowing.

“We have to think of the upholstery,” she said. Then she leaned into kiss me. She stopped just before reaching my lips. She looked at me with lust.

“Is this OK,” she said?

I closed in and kissed her, tasting my cum in her mouth and on her lips. Not minding it.

She leaned back from the kiss and saw that some of my cum had transferred from her face to mine. With one finger she wiped it from my face. She moved to lick it, but stopped and with a lustful gaze focused on my lips, she pushed her sticky finger into my mouth. I found myself closing my lips around it as she pulled her finger out slowly clean.

“Sharing is caring,” she said.

* * *

“Stand up, pet,” Lena said to me.

I got up from where I had been kneeling and drinking from her hand.

Kelly and John were laying on the bed. They breathed softly in unison. They looked so beautiful entwined there.

“Strip.” Lena said

I slowly removed all my clothes and handed each piece to Lena’s outstretched hand. At last I was fully nude in front of her. Just like Kelly had been instructed, I had shaved all my pubic hair. And despite having my dick out all evening, I felt the urge to cover it now that I was fully exposed. My dick was small, pink, and wrinkled from the night’s abuse.

“Lie down on your back.”

I started toward the bed but she said, “On the floor.”

I did as I was told. Lena stepped over me so that one foot was on either side of my head and I was staring up into her pussy. Her lips were swollen, almost purple, and slick.

She dropped down and slid back on her knees to hover her pussy over my chest. She brought her hands down onto her thighs. She tapped on my chin.

“I’m up here,” she said, as I licked my lips.

“You’ve done well. This has been a lot for you, I know. You’ve watched your wife come for both of us. You’ve watched her make us come. She’s what we always look for — eager, playful, ravenous. And she married the perfect husband for us. You didn’t know what you were sitting on this whole time. She could have been fucking you raw every morning and every night. Maybe four times a day.”

I heard Kelly snort but I couldn’t look away from Lena’s steady gaze.

Lena said, “You thought she was a good girl, but now we both know what a good girl she really is.”

I gulped. I felt so lost. I was blind with lust. I was feeling humiliated but also grateful. I was just one raw, aching nerve.

“And now,” Lena said, “She knows what you are too. Don’t you Kelly?”

“Mmm hmm,” Kelly said and I turned to see her laying on her side watching me. She was lazily running the back of her bent fingers over her erect nipple. She looked so content and relaxed.

“Kelly, what did you tell your husband he needed to do?”

Kelly smiled and brought her hand down between her legs. I heard the squish of her fingers as her eyelids fluttered for a moment. She brought the wet fingers up to her nipple and coated it with the shining cum.

Kelly said, “It was something about every…” and she slid softly from the bed to her knees on the floor, “…Drop?” She crawled over to me and Lena slid off and sat back on the divan.

Kelly took her two shiny fingers and brought them to my face. “Can you smell us?”

I nodded.

“Would you like to taste us?”

I nodded again.

“What do you say?”

I froze. This was another line for me. I wasn’t sure, but then I found myself blurting out, “Please? Please, Kelly?”

“Yes, that’s right. Tell me what you want”

“I… I want to taste it.”

“It?”

“You!”

“Who?”

“Both of you. I want to taste both of you.” She stuck the fingers in my mouth and I sucked them clean. She straddled me and kissed me deeply.

“I love you so much,” she said. “I have never felt so free and so open.”

“I love you too, Kelly.”

She smiled and I felt a wave of adoration swell up in me. I felt peace.

“I am in awe of you,” I said.

She stroked my cheek tenderly, then put her hands on her hips.

“Now, we have to get something straight,” she said. She slid her hips forward so her pussy was directly above my face. She looked down at me and slid her hands down to either side of her vulva and pulled her lips apart. A thin string of cum — John’s cum –dripped down and landed on my face.

“This,” she said shaking her head from side to side, “Is not your pussy anymore. I am your wife. I will always be your wife, but this pussy belongs to them.”

She looked at Lena and to John on either side. Both were watching her intently.

“Do you understand that?” Kelly said.

I felt my face grow hot. My eyes were watering. I felt the cum dripping down my chin and all I wanted was to…

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Kelly, it’s theirs.”

She tilted her head and shook it side to side.

“Not Kelly. Not here.” She thought a moment, “Goddess.”

“Yes, G-goddess, your pussy belongs to them.”

“And you, Pet, you belong to all of us.”

“Yes, Goddess. All of you.”

Lena said, “You’ve done well. You’ve impressed us really. Tonight was about draining you — physically, mentally, totally. And here you are on your back staring at your wife’s well-fucked pussy, not even capable of getting it up to reclaim her.”

John spoke then, “How many, Lena?”

Lena said, “Four. Four loads.”

I didn’t understand. I look at Kelly.

“You came four times. You ate four loads! I lost a bet.” She pouted.

John said, “When we were talking about tonight, I asked Kelly how many times she thought you could come. Kelly thought you could come maybe twice.”

“John bet you would come more than that and…,” Kelly said with a tremble of wonder, “That you would even willingly lick them all up.”

I shook my head. “What was the bet?”

“For every load you ate, your cock would be locked up — caged — for one month.”

“But, you…” My heart pounded. She had told me to do it. She wanted to see me do it for her. And she did it knowing what it would mean for me if I did. She planned to lose the bet and did everything she could to prove him right.

I felt something between my legs. It was Lena. I started to panic but Kelly leaned in on my shoulders. I started to kick, but John stopped me with his voice.

“Be still,” he said.

I froze.

I felt the cool, wet washcloth wiping around my dick. I felt something sliding over my shaft. I felt my balls being tugged down and back.

“Please, no.” I said. I felt the haft of the lock slide into place.

“You have a safe word.” Kelly said. And all movement stopped.

And that was the moment. That was my chance. I opened my mouth but I couldn’t speak. I did not want to say a single word. Kelly watched me with her chest heaving. Her eyes searched mine expectantly. At last she nodded at me and smiled.

“OK, pet.”

And I heard the ‘click’ of the lock. It seemed to echo in the room, but I know it was only in my mind. Just as Kelly’s pussy was not mine anymore, my cock was no longer mine.

I looked at her lustful face and with tears pooling in my eyes I watched Lena stand up and hand the key and chain to Kelly who looked me in the eye pointedly.

“Now, you have one more decision,” Kelly said, dangling the chain and key over my face. “Who gets to hold this?”

My head was buzzing. I felt my dick pressing out against the confines of the cage. I looked at her. She shook her head.

“It can’t be me,” she said.

Desperately, I looked from face to face. All were inscrutable. I couldn’t decide. I looked at Lena who seemed protective but reserved. I looked at John, who looked stern but sympathetic.

“J-John?” I said.

Kelly turned and handed up the key to Lena who swung it, coiling it around her wrist.

I looked at Kelly in surprise.

“Silly, pet,” Kelly said, “You don’t have choices anymore.” She laughed and looked at her two masters. “We just wanted to know who you wanted to own your cock.”

I fell slightly sick at how much they played me tonight. And realizing how much I wanted to be played.

“Don’t worry, though” John said. “We’ll keep you well fed.”

Kelly then slid down and pressed her dripping pussy onto my mouth and I fed. I opened my mouth wide and felt the syrupy liquid pour into the back of my throat. I gulped. I sucked the cum from her. I sucked her master’s cum from her. She rode my face — sometimes pulling up to see how far I’d extend my tongue.

As I went on and found less and less. Lena crouched down next to my wife. Pressing firmly on her lower belly, Lena told her, “Push from here.” And I was rewarded with more.

“Good boy. Get it all. Lick it all up.” Kelly said. “I envy you. I haven’t even drank John’s cum.”

“Let’s solve that,” John said and stood over me to press his cock into Kelly’s mouth. Now she forgot herself and began resting on my face, using it to rub her clit over while she sucked John.

I couldn’t see what she was doing but by the breaths and moans she was making, I knew she was alternating between sucking and deep throating him. Finally, she held still, and I realized from his movements that he was holding her head and fucking her face with his cock. I could hear her gasps when he let her have a moment.

“Keep cleaning, pet,” Lena said in my ear. She was laying down next to me now. I felt a sharp pain in my groin, and realized she started tapping on my cage. I tongued Kelly and swallowed as much sweet liquid as possible.

“Do you like the taste?” Lena said.

“Um. hmm.”

“Get used to it. Because there was another part to the bet.”

“Hmm?”

“A side bet I made with Kelly,” Lena said. “For every load you ate tonight, that was how many loads you would need to eat before you could come again.”

This time, it was my turn to whimper.

“Isn’t that right Kelly.”

Kelly could only mutter.

“Oh, her mouth is full. She she’s going to get a real taste now. Not sucked out of a sloppy pussy — although that is on the menu for her. No, now you both have to earn the right to cum by swallowing four loads each time.”

With those words, Kelly’s body convulsed as she came on my face. I wanted to come but I was sealed off. My dick was straining against the cage, on fire with the tapping and flicking from Lena.

I heard John groaning as the bodies above me suddenly went still, locked in lust. Kelly was moaning, “Mm hmm,” over and over with what I assumed was each pulse of his cock in her throat. I heard her swallow at least three times.

Finally, Kelly collapsed forward. She slid back and looked me in the face. Her eyes were wide with lust. Her face was smeared with cum and her lips were coated.

“Kiss me,” she said and pressed her face to mine. We kissed long and deep like it was the first kiss on our first date. Because this was our first time. Our real first time.

“I’m one up on you now, my pet,” Kelly said, licking some of the cum from the corner of her mouth, while wiping some from the corner of mine.

Lena laughed, “So, eager. I’m going to love this. But don’t worry, my pets, the loads can be shared and, they don’t all have to be John’s”