I Lost the Poker Game Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – I Lost the Poker Game Ch. 02 by belted and teased,belted and teased
Any feedback is greatly appreciated. It encourages an author to continue writing, and helps frame future segments, which this story will have. This story is about a male who comes to realize his submissive dreams, about his humiliation, and dominant women. If these fantasies are not your thing, then don’t waste your time, simply move on. Leave this one for those of us who do like to be dominated, or to dominate. For those of us who long to realize these dreams.

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I watched as Maria and Monica stood, and then walked together into the living room of Miranda’s house. I sat heavily down into my chair, looking down at my caged manhood. “Manhood”. Ha! I felt so worthless.

I noticed that there was a couch against the back wall of the den where our poker game and my big mouth had changed my life in the matter of an hour. I stood and stumbled to the couch, plopping myself down onto it and curling up in a fetal position. I closed my eyes. I just wanted to disappear, to hide my shame and prepare myself for losing my Maria. I know, she had told me she wouldn’t leave me. But she hasn’t yet experienced what one of those huge dicks could do for her. This was so strange. I had kept my fantasies of being dominated, humiliated, and yes, even chastised to myself since I was a kid. And now, completely unexpected, they had all come to pass in a single night. And now that they had, I was filled with feelings that I could not yet reconcile. I had thought I was a man until an hour ago. Now everything I thought about myself was in question.

I squinted my eyes closed more tightly, fighting back tears. Another unaccustomed thing for me, and then I shook my head. What the hell is wrong with me? In spite of all this, my penis was straining desperately against it plastic prison. I was incredibly aroused by what was happening to me.

I heard sighs; moans and cries coming from the other room and the patio as the others were making love to each other. Realizing that I would be of no use there, that none of them would want me, I curled up more tightly. I would just stay here until Maria was ready to leave, or until she told me to get the hell out.

I felt fingers gently running through my hair, trying to reassure me. I didn’t open my eyes, I was too embarrassed, “Thank you, but you don’t have to waste your time on me. Just go away. Please, just leave me alone.”

Then I heard Monica’s southern accent, “I know this is confusing to you, but I also know that this is who you are. And I think you do too.” Her ebony hand slid down my arms and my side, the caress sending electricity through me, “If you hide here, you’ll never know. If you hide in here, you may lose her. But if you take your place with her, you may not. Your place just isn’t what you thought it would be honey.”

She tugged at my cage and pulled on my testicles to make them more comfortable in the grasp of the CB-3000. She obviously was well acquainted with it. She stood and I finally opened my eyes. I looked up at her pleadingly, not knowing what to do. She took a few steps toward the living room, and I couldn’t help but look longingly at her lovely, shapely ass. She turned and regarded me. I guess our soulful talk was over and it was time to just take command. She pointed to her right side as she looked at me and simply said, “Now, boy.”

I stood and moved to her side. She took me by the arm and led me into the other room and to my future.

The living room was expansive, and included some very nice furniture and other accommodations. As I said earlier, Miranda was quite successful and could afford to spoil herself. The French doors that led to the deck, pool and hot tub were standing open, as it was a very pleasant evening out. Monica put her arm around me and held me to her while I tried to take in the goings on.

On a love seat to my left James was sitting completely nude. Straddling him and facing away from me was Miranda, riding his huge black cock with abandon. She would alternate between pounding violently down onto his midsection and gyrating rhythmically. He taut, silicone filled breasts hung directly in James’ face, and he was taking advantage of that. She was definitely going to have some bruising on them in the morning, but she certainly didn’t care right now. She would moan long and low when gyrating, then practically scream in ecstasy when she was slamming herself onto his cock. I couldn’t help but stare in awe. If I were lucky enough to have Miranda riding me like that, I would be beside myself with lust and have to concentrate on not losing it before I wanted to. But James sat calmly while she worked him, his breathing steady and his rippling muscles barely working. Don’t get me wrong, he was obviously enjoying her attentions, suckling on her incredible erect nipples and sucking hard on her breasts. But his orgasm was certainly a long way off. She could ride as long and hard as she wanted.

In the position she was in I could see her plush box was stretched to the breaking point around an ebony erection that seemed as big around as a 20 ounce pop bottle. Surely not. But damn! Their combined juices had created a froth that dripped down over his huge balls.

To the right was a bar that had four bar stools positioned in front of it. Little mousy Marcia was laying down on her back across three of the barstools. Between her legs was Miranda’s boyfriend Jerry, gently sawing his manhood in and out of her tight shaved pussy. She was moaning with pleasure and he was caressing her thighs and legs, which were propped up on his shoulders.

I couldn’t see my wife, but I could sure as hell hear her. Her cries of passion were wafting through the doors from the pool area. I turned to look at Monica, not knowing what to do now. She gently squeezed my shoulder, “Since Maria is, ah, inexperienced, I suggested that she start out with the smallest penis and work her way up.” She paused for a moment, seeing the look in my eyes, “I’m sorry honey, the smallest big penis. I mean, other than yours, well, you know.”

I tried to turn and go back into the den to hide, but Monica wouldn’t let me. She held onto my shoulders and forced me to walk outside onto the deck. It occurred to me that she was like one of the ghosts in The Christmas Story, guiding me through scenes I didn’t necessarily want to see.

As I beheld the scene before me I had to wonder if this wasn’t my punishment for my lustful thoughts earlier, wanting to see and to play with Miranda’s “new toys”. My Maria, my beautiful soulmate who had been faithful and loving only an hour ago, was monogamous no more.

She stood in the hot tub, which was recessed into the deck. Facing where Monica and myself now stood, she was oblivious to our presence. Bent over at the waist she rested her elbows on the deck, her full, natural breasts that I so adored were pressed into and conformed to the surface of the deck. Her hair, thoroughly soaked, cascaded over her shoulders. Behind her stood Scott, holding onto my wife’s hips and repeatedly slamming his long, thick cock into her tender sex that I knew so well.

Maria’s eyes were closed in ecstasy, and the mouth I loved to kiss was open to express the same, over and over again.

“Oooooohhhh Gaaawwwwwwwddddd! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuucccckkkk!!!! YEEESSSSS!!!! Ugh, ungh..ungh..ungh..harder! YES!” A series of whimpers escaped her, then, “Oh my, oh my, thank you..thank you..thank you! I….I….I never…never…NEVER. So fucking big! YEEEESSSSSS!”

Overwhelmed, she seemed to choke, coughing for a moment and Scott slowed, afraid that he had hurt her. “NO!” She gurgled and sputtered, “No, DON’T STOP! Never fucking stop fucking me! Fuck me please!”

I couldn’t help it. My knees buckled and I crumpled to the deck in a heap. I knew I had lost her, that she would never, ever want me again. I was confused. I felt as if my heart would burst from the sense of loss, yet at the same time my fucking pathetic dick was seeping precum uncontrollably and trying to burst through its cage. What the fuck?! I stared down at the deck as the sounds of my wife’s newfound passion filled my ears.

Monica sat down next to me. She gently pulled me to her sumptuous breasts, guiding me and encouraging me to suckle there. I did so; taking her large nipple into my mouth and massaging it with my lips, sucking on it like a feeding baby. After a few moments, she turned so that I was forced to continue watching my wife being driven to distraction by Scott’s huge cock. “You have to experience this, honey. You have to learn your place if you want to keep her.” I thought she was insane. Wasn’t it obvious that I already HAD lost her?! “What could she possibly see in me or want from me now?”

Monica gently played with my nipples, as she spoke, which I thought, was awfully weird, but it seemed to calm me, “Oh, honey. I saw you two earlier, before all this started. She’s a woman, Sean. She needs so much more from you than just sex, and you can still give her that. I won’t lie to you, baby. She will never be satisfied with just your little dickie again, that is true. But if she loves you, and if you can accept your place with her, then you can keep her.”

“So what will that be? I mean, sexually?”

“Be patient darling, and I will show you some of it tonight. For right now, try to be happy for her. Look at her. If you love her, and I know you do, you wouldn’t want to deprive her of that, now would you?”

I did. I looked at my Maria in a different light, thinking of her, not of myself. Wow, she was so incredibly beautiful with her face and body flushed with passion, her breasts swelling as orgasms coursed through her again and again. Monica was right. How could I deny her this?

My attention was diverted momentarily as Monica gently grasped my right hand and guided it to her sex, which I discovered was sopping with her juices, “Sorry dear, but all this lovin’ has got me worked up too. Would you mind, while we watch?”

I kept watching my wife, listening to her cries as my fingers felt their way into Monica’s hot lips. She leaned back a little so that I could insert a couple of fingers into her. I found her g-spot and firmly massaged it, which drew a satisfied moan from her thick lips. My spirits rose a bit with that. After awhile I removed my fingers and found her clit, toying with it and then rubbing it with my fingertips, gently then firmly and back again. She held me tight and rocked back and forth, sighing softly as my ministrations took her closer to release.

Maria had cried out through at least three orgasms just since Monica and I had walked onto the patio. I watched as Scott began to groan, signaling that his own orgasm was approaching. Maria heard it, and I’m sure that she felt it too, as his cock had to swell, his testicles pulling up tight. She began to egg him on, “Oh yeah baby, do it. Give it to me, give me your cum! Ungh, oh yeah….I’m cumming again! Cum with me, do it!”

Maria finally opened her eyes, and couldn’t help but notice me, cradled in Monica’s arms. I don’t know if she could tell that I was working Monica’s sex while I watched her and Scott. When she registered that I had seen and heard everything that had just happened she had a pained expression on her face. She was worried about me.

But just then Scott cried out, “AAAAUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!”, and slammed hard into her, staying there. As his hot ejaculate filled her up inside she lost track of me and cried out in ecstasy herself, her body shuddering violently through a final orgasm provided by Scott’s huge cock.

The intensity of the scene in front of me caused me to subconsciously increase my ministrations to Monica’s swollen clit. She pulled me tightly to her bosom, moaning and shaking through her own orgasm. My poor cock strained helplessly. Everybody was shaking with his or her orgasms except me; I was just shaking with unbridled emotion and frustration.

After a couple of minutes everyone had calmed down, except for me. I’d had no release; nothing to expend all of the sexual tension built up within me, or the conflicting emotions I was experiencing. Monica held me, knowing what was happening as I trembled uncontrollably, unable to speak, burying my face into her chocolate breasts to hide.

Time passed and I heard Maria’s voice, quite near. She had gotten out of the hot tub and was now kneeling next to us. She was almost crying as she touched my shoulder, “Are you alright? Honey? Honey, please look at me…” I couldn’t. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I had lost any semblance of control. All I could do was burrow into the safely of Monica’s breasts and tremble. I couldn’t speak.

Monica gently ran her fingers through my hair; “He’ll be O.K., Maria. This is a lot for a new cuckold to take in all at once. He has to know you still love him.”

“Of course I still love him! I’m sorry baby, I won’t ever do it again, I can’t hurt you like this..”

Hearing all of this I shook even more. Certain words stuck in my mind and increased my confusion, “cuckold”, “love”, interspersed with “give me your cum!”

The hand that Monica had been using to calm me moved down and covered Maria’s hand on my shoulder. “Maria. Maria, look at me. I know you love him, but don’t make promises you can’t keep. If you do that, you will destroy what you are trying to save. You have to trust me, honey.”

I heard Maria ask what she was supposed to do. Monica’s reply sent more confused shudders through me, “You have to build your relationship anew. He needs to know that he still has a place with you, that he can still give you pleasure. Are you ready to do that?”

“Of course.”

Maria gently forced my face away from her bosom, but had to increase the pressure as I resisted. She leaned back away from and I stared into her beautiful Nubian features for guidance, still trembling.

“Sean, I want you to lay on your back. You can rest your head in my lap, but do as I say…now.” I shook as I followed her orders. I felt the warmth of her sex against the back of my neck. She pulled her legs closer to her until her feet rested flat on the floor, making more room between them and addressed Maria again, “Maria, I want you to straddle Sean’s face and let him clean you and service you.”

“What? No! I can’t do that to him.”

“Maria, you are not doing it to him, you are letting him do it for you.” I don’t know who was more surprised, me or Maria, when our eyes met and she saw that they were pleading with her to let me service her. Monica saw it too, “See? Come on honey.”

Maria hesitantly lifted one leg over my body and straddled my face. Still shaking uncontrollably, I was shocked at my reaction. I looked up at her battered pussy, red and swollen with a frothy mix of her juices and Scott’s cum on its lips. I should have been thoroughly disgusted. But it was her. I love her. I reached up with both hands, grabbing her hips and pulling her hard down onto my mouth. I was like a man that had been wandering in the desert for weeks, starved and thirsty, and her sex was the only thing that could save me. I was still shaking and had lost all control as I licked, sucked and darted my tongue into her. I couldn’t get enough of her; I completely forgot that she was filled with another man’s cum. It drained into my mouth and slithered down my throat, but I hardly noticed. As I ate her sex with unbridled passion, venting my emotional and sexual stress through her. Normally I am very gentle when going down on the love of my life. Not so this time, I had completely lost it and I ravished her nether lips, lashing out at her already bulbous clit with my tongue.

Maria was taken completely by surprise. “Oh my God!? Oh God yes, baby, devour me! Eat me alive!” And I tried, oh how I tried.

At first Maria held onto my head, but when she began to cry out through a series of orgasm that wasn’t enough support. I glanced up from my life-giving meal long enough to see Maria’s breasts heaving above me, and further behind me I saw that she had inadvertently placed her hands on Monica’s large breasts for support. Monica was leaning back and resting on her hands, smiling knowingly while taking in the scene before her. I delved back into Maria’s sex; I wanted to live here forever!

Maria began to shake and began to scream through the first of a series of explosive orgasms, grinding herself against my face, “Yeah, baby, ohohohohohohohohoh… unnnngggggghhhhhhhaaaahhhhhhh!!”

After she had cried through at least six orgasms she tried to pull away, she’d had all she could take. She lifted up but I tried to pull her back down onto me, grasping her hips firmly, lifting my head towards her in desperation to taste her. Monica took one hand and pushed my head back down, and Maria used hers to pry my hands away from her magnificent buttocks. “Sean…Sean! I can’t take any more Sean, you have to let me rest….” I finally let go, still trembling.

Monica lifted me up and guided me over to lean against Maria, and Maria held me to her breasts. I looked at her tanned flesh speckled with the familiar spattering of freckles covering her chest and it calmed me. I think it was still at least ten minutes before I could look up into her face. “I lo-ove…I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Do you want to leave now?”

I looked over to Monica, who’d moved to sit on a lounge chair nearby, remembering the things she had told me about “my place” and how not to lose my Maria. Also I realized how reassuring my recent “meal” had been to me.

I looked back into Maria’s eyes, “No honey, I don’t want to leave. I’m probably going to be a basket case sometimes, but I can’t take this away from you. Monica says I’ll have a new place with you. I think she is right.”

We both stood and held each other close. Maria whispered her thanks and her love to me. We both moved to one of the large lounge chairs on the deck. Overwhelmed with all that had happened, we held each other close and whispered our thoughts and desires. In the end, in spite of all the uncertainty, we both wanted to explore this new life. After awhile we dozed off, Maria’s lovely face resting on my chest. She seemed sated for the moment, but I knew her, and I knew that wouldn’t last for long.

As I drifted off, it occurred to me that my tortured manhood, which had Maria’s sumptuous thigh draped over it, was still straining desperately against its prison. When she awoke she would find that leg covered in my fluids, which still seeped from the slit at the end of the CB-3000. I smiled to myself. The sensation of the restraint against my flesh was strangely erotic and arousing in and of itself. I must be one screwed up individual, I thought, but I’m likin’ it.

To be continued…