She screamed frantically as more orgasms surged through her because of the eroticism…the thought that she had made Mr. Locke respond so.
Richard had just experienced his first ruined orgasm.
He lost some pressure but obtained no pleasure. His erection did not flag one iota. Nor his desire.
When Doreen recovered, she was laughing in satisfaction, in happy relief.
Richard looked on, confused. Was she laughing at him? At his lack of control?
Soon Jennifer and Margaret walked into the room.
Jenny joined Doreen in happy laughter, confusing Richard all the more.
Jenny tilted the table back to the prone position, and encouraged Margaret to straddle his face. She whispered to him, “Margaret decides if you are ready for the raffle, sweetheart. Better make her happy.”
Richard had to focus hard. He had to remind himself that the mildly inebriated Margaret must be his focus as he felt something very cold, probably a bag of frozen peas, being dropped on his turgid manhood.
It became a sort of tug-of-war. His arousal from his cunnilingus efforts, countered by the freezing of his manhood.
Finally his penis shrank enough for his wife to force it back into its prison. When he heard the “snick” of the lock closing, it was almost as if he was set free. Now he could focus solely on Margaret’s sex…his own sex, though screaming for relief, was no longer important because it could not be satisfied.
His attention was solely on Margaret’s clit, although in the back of his mind he wondered about Doreen’s happy laughter.
He darted his tongue back and forth across her button, side to side, up and down. Soon Margaret was thrusting herself upon him as she came. When she was experiencing the height of her orgasm, he locked his mouth to her entrance and thrust his tongue deeply into her…lashing at her G-spot. Soon she was screaming and thrashing about, out of control, experiencing more orgasmic relief than she had ever known.
The expletives she screamed would make a sailor blush.
When she finally fell away and lay on the floor exhausted, Jennifer quickly worked to release her husband, now that he had no access to his manhood.
She leaned into him. “I told Doreen that the only pussy you could eat tonight must be able to feed you semen. So, she thought she would only get to masturbate. But you…you, you silly bastard, jizzed all over her. So now she gets to feed it to you…and you better lick her puss good.”
Jennifer released him from his restraints and guided him so he could lick his own cum from the young woman’s full tits, her tummy, and finally her plump pussy.
As he tongued her clit, she came with great satisfaction on his face.
He decided to go in for the coup de gras, trying to push his tongue deeply into her canal.
He was confused. Perplexed. What the hell??
His tongue found resistance. It could not easily penetrate past…her hymen.
Fuck! She was a virgin!
Relaxing from her first oral orgasms, she confirmed, “Yes, Mr. Locke…I want YOU to take my cherry. And I am willing to wait.”
His head was spinning. Jennifer spoke, “You should feel bad, hubby. This girl has waited years for you. And will wait til I release you. I am going to make her…and all her frustration…your punisher. Any beatings you deserve, she will deliver. Until you can release her frustrations.”
He certainly understood frustration and need. He honestly wanted to sooth that for her. He also realized that soothing her as much as possible may cause her to go easy on him. Beatings? He lowered his mouth back to her sex and loved her as much as he could.
As he lashed at her clit, she experienced another series of orgasms, wrapping her legs around his head and drawing him in tight, rolling from side to side and crying out in her pleasure.
When she had recovered, she sat up and pulled him to her, smothering him with her big, soft breasts. “That was wonderful, Mr. Locke, thank you. I’m gonna expect lots of that until you can pop my cherry for me!”
As Doreen dressed, Jennifer took a seat on the bench, scooting her butt forward. “One last mess for you to clean up, lover. Everyone is going home.”
He felt he was “home” with his face buried in Jenny’s tender folds. As he loved on her, it occurred to him how lovingly devious she was. Through all of the sexual activity that had occurred that night, she had been careful to only have sex with David. David who had been the first, and so far the only notch on her belt. So with all that had happened, he was no closer to relief.
Later, they were in bed when the text notification went off on Jenny’s phone. “Oh, it’s from Margaret. It just has five gold stars, so I guess you passed inspection.”
She sent a text to Katrina letting her know the verdict and asking her to draw a winner from the box first thing Monday morning.
“I bet you are going to be a very busy boy next week. You’ll have the winner, me and Katrina to keep happy.”
“Katrina?”
She traced a finger along his cage, “Well, sure. After all the time she spent with your dick in her mouth, you will give her head anytime she wants.”
He hesitated to bring up what was on his mind. Who the hell asks their wife when she is going to start fucking more men? But if she did not start “spreading the love” around to more than just David, he could end up celibate for years. He already felt he might lose his mind.
She could see the wheels turning. She toyed with his cage, flopping it from side to side. “What’s on your mind Cucky?” She obviously had intuited exactly what was bothering him. She had always been two steps ahead of him. Except for the whole man-whore notch thing.
She was laying on her side facing him; he was laying on his back. She was lightly caressing his swollen balls.
“I-uh-I, it isn’t important…”
She gently cupped his testicles and applied a small bit of pressure. He flinched. She arched the eyebrow.
“It’s just I was wondering, I mean…are you only doing David on purpose? Are you gonna…I mean…when are you fucking other guys?”
She wriggled his caged cock, inspecting how hard it was within.
“Yes, I am only fucking David on purpose. He is a considerate lover…and it messes with your head.”
She traced a fingertip up his abdomen and tweaked a nipple. “Why, are you wanting me to pull a train? Fuck a hundred guys in one night and let you guzzle their jizz out of my wrecked cunt so you can cum?”
“No! Of course not! It’s just…it’s just if you don’t fuck anybody, I’ll never cum…”
The eyebrow raised again, and she watched him silently for a moment until he calmed down.
He spoke softly, “I know. I did this. Why should you care.”
Jenny traced the fingertip back down to his seeping member, “Dick…Richard…I do care. But at the same time, you’re right, you did this.”
She swiped her finger in the liquid on his cage and fed it to him.
“Here’s the deal. I suppose at this point, and certainly by the time this is over, I will be a slut. But I am not the same kind of slut you are. I cannot just pick a penis at random each day and mount it. I just can’t.”
“So here is what is going to happen. When I FEEL like it, Katrina will pick one of the women who offered up their husbands from the list. Then we will schedule a DATE with that man. He will take me out, you know, dinner, a movie, dancing, a museum, whatever so we get to know each other and become comfortable together. We may have to go out more than once.”
She fed him another dollop of pre-cum.
“By the way, YOU are going to pay for it all.”
He nodded in submission to having to pay for other men to wine and dine his wife. To seduce her.
“Then, and only then, I will bring them back here and make love to them in OUR bed while you watch. And then you can notch my belt for me.”
“If I have needs that I want met in the meantime, I’ll use your fabulous tongue. If I want dick, Katrina has agreed that David will help me out.”
His manhood was pulsing.
“Oh my. This is turning you on. Any questions?”
“Ha-ha-how long do you think it will take to catch up to me?”
She shrugged nonchalantly. Who knows?
She pulled the sheets up over them and drifted off to sleep. He lay there, thinking about Monday, about his new life and what it was going to be like.
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