Cuckold Summer, page 13
Mariko was breathing deeply, watching intently.
“She’s really pretty, sir,” she said.
“Anne,” said James. “I think that was good. Try not to hesitate. Let me do the thinking. That’s part of the point. I have done the thinking.”
He gestured at the terrace behind her.
“Nobody at the other tables can see what you’re doing,” he said. “It’s why I arranged for this table, and why I arranged for your husband to stand exactly where he’s standing. Now I want you to do the same thing with your panties. OK? Take them off and give them to your husband. Now.”
Anne’s chest was rising and falling with each breath. She was obviously aroused and embarrassed. She quickly looked over her shoulder, then bit her lip.
“Yes, sir,” she said, and she pulled up the bottom of the skirt, reached underneath, lifted her bum and quickly yanked her panties down to her knees. She leaned down, pulled them over her feet and handed them to me without looking at me. I tucked them into my pocket next to the bra.
“Good,” said James. “How you doing?”
“Good, sir,” she said.
“Now,” he said. “I want you get up and stand right in front of me.”
She stood, turning her back to me. He reached and lifted her skirt until her long, beautiful legs were visible. Then he lifted it all the way up so that he could see her sex.
“Spread your legs a bit for me,” he said.
Anne closed her eyes and spread her legs, so that James and Mariko could see her smooth vagina.
“Oh, that’s nice,” said James. “Isn’t that nice, Mariko?”
“Yes, sir,” said Mariko.
“Did you have your husband shave you?” James asked.
“Yes,” said Anne, and her voice was coarse. “Yes, sir. Just before we came.”
“Good,” said James. “You must have him do that every time you are to see me. Do you agree?”
“Yes, sir,” said Anne.
James leaned forward, stretched out his long arm and put his hand on Anne’s clitoris. He rubbed it briefly, then moved his finger lower and put it inside her.
She gasped and shuddered.
“Mmm,” he said. “That’s nice, isn’t it? So wet.”
He pulled his finger out and put it in Anne’s mouth. She sucked it.
He looked up at me for the first time, and winked.
He left his finger in Anne’s mouth.
“Your wife is a slut, Simon,” he said. “But I guess you knew that already.”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“She’s going to be my slut,” he said. “Aren’t you, Anne?”
He took his finger out of her mouth.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, sir.”
“Say it,” he said.
She swallowed and looked up at him.
“Sir, I’m going to be your slut.”
He smiled broadly, and there was real warmth and pleasure in it, and I felt something like joy to think that Anne was so pleasing to him.
9
The Ruler and the Crop
We may have looked like an odd foursome making our way across the terrace and through the restaurant. I don’t think that the other customers knew what we were up to, but it seemed to me that it was obvious to every single person that Colonel James was going to ravage my wife in front of me. I think I was blushing. I know Anne was.
She walked in front. James had done up two of the buttons on her blouse but it was still daring. Nobody could know, I don’t think, that I had her underwear in my pocket, but I know she felt aroused and embarrassed and exposed. I did, too, and I was dressed normally. I could see patrons look up from their tables to watch us pass.
The maître d’ gave us a good looking over when we got to the door and Colonel James stopped to shake his hand and thank him.
“Oh no, thank you, Colonel James,” he said, giving Anne and Mariko a long look. “I do hope everything was to your satisfaction.”
Mariko asked him to take our picture, and we had to troop back out to the terrace for it.
The women stood to either side of Colonel James. I stood next to Anne. He put his arms around their waists and I was kind of off to one side. The maître d’ took a number of pictures and kept fussing with Colonel James’ phone. After a moment or two, I glanced down and noticed then that Colonel James had moved his hands and was squeezing both Anne and Mariko’s asses. I glanced down again and saw him kneading Anne’s ass. And she seemed to be responding, sticking it out for him to squeeze.
It’s something I never do to Anne in public and I felt a sudden protective urge, like I should tell him to unhand my wife, which I realized was ridiculous, since I had in fact set this whole thing in motion. Still, it burned, and made me uncomfortable, and I wanted to get the pic over with. Colonel James was smiling, though, and when the maître d’ said he was done, he asked him to take a few with the flash, and continued groping Anne and Mariko.
When the pictures were finally done, we rode the elevator down just one floor. Mariko produced a key card and led us to a suite. It was beautiful, with antique French furniture and a huge window overlooking the city. Mozart was playing. On an antique side board there was a bouquet of roses, an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne and some elegant flutes.
“I think at this time perhaps Simon should have a glass of champagne with us,” said James. “What do you think, Mariko?”
“Hm,” she said. “I think that’s a good idea. If he can manage everything to our satisfaction he should have one as a reward.”
Mariko took Anne’s hand and led her to a love seat. She kept hold of her hand, and they sat with their arms intertwined. They looked stunning tangled together. James sat in a matching armchair.
“Simon,” said Mariko, “I’d like you to get undressed now.”
I was startled. Suddenly the attention was on me and I found it unnerving. All three of them sat looking at me.
“Me?” I stammered. “You want me to get undressed?”
Mariko closed her eyes, exasperated. She turned to Anne.
“Anne,” she said. “Is your husband not of above average intelligence?”
Anne laughed, a light tinkle of a laugh, and it made me realize that she was a little bit drunk.
“My husband is quite smart,” she said. “It’s one of the things I love about him.”
I realized that I was being stupid and started to undress. Shirt. Shoes. Pants. Socks. Briefs. In short order, I was standing in front of them naked, except for my cock cage. My clothes were in an untidy pile in front of me. I felt deliciously self-conscious. I was blushing. My penis was straining against its cage.
“Take your clothes into the bedroom and put them on the bureau in there,” said Mariko.
I knelt to gather the clothes. As I stood and turned to go, she interrupted me.
“Simon!”
“Yes,” I said, stopping.
“Drop them,” she said.
I stood for a second, I think with a quizzical look on my face, and then let my clothes fall.
She sighed and looked at me as if I was stupid.
“When I give you instructions I want you to respond,” she said. “I want you to say, ‘Yes, Mariko.’ OK?”
“Of course,” I said. “I’m sorry, Mariko.”
“I know you’re a tiny bit nervous right now, but I need you to try to anticipate what you should do, to try to please us. You shouldn’t have to be told every little thing,” she said. “OK?”
“I will try to do better, Mariko,” I said.
“OK,” she said. “Continue.”
“Yes, Mariko,” I said, and I gathered up my clothes and went to the bedroom.
On the bureau, where I was to put my clothes, there was a riding crop.
I put my clothes next to the menacing black leather thing and rushed back out.
“Simon,” Mariko said. “Did you see a riding crop on the bureau?”
“Yes, Mariko,” I said.
“Did it occur to you that I might want it?”
“No, Mariko,” I said.
“Well, I do,” she said. “That was a little test. If you had been smart enough to bring it to me without being asked I wasn’t going to hit you with it.”
I stood there, thinking about that. She looked at me with frustration.
“Simon,” she said. “Are you now aware that I want the crop?”
I turned and trotted off for it. “Yes, Mariko,” I said.
I noticed when I picked it up that in the leather handle, there was a gold monogram with the capital A and lower case B.
I brought it in and handed it to Mariko.
“OK, Simon, pour us all a glass of champagne,” she said.
I did as I was told, doing all the fussy little things to get the wine in the glasses. It felt unbelievably humiliating and arousing to be running around serving everyone nude except for my cage.
“It’s too bad that Toshiro wasn’t able to join us today,” said Mariko.
“Yes,” said James. “It’s a pity.”
“Aside from enjoying this, he’d be a good example for Simon,” she said.
She turned to Anne.
“You wait,” she said. “This arrangement has advantages that you likely have yet to imagine. Toshiro is very smart and quite well trained. He … anticipates very well.”
I managed to pour four glasses of wine and distribute them without incident.
Mariko called the toast.
“Here’s to knowing ourselves,” she said.
We all drank to that, the three of them sitting, me standing nude before them.
“What do you think of this stuff, Simon?” asked James.
“Oh, I like it very much, Colonel,” I said. “It’s just a bit, what, musty? Gives it something special.”
“I go through more of it than I’d like to admit,” he said. “Finish that glass and have another. You need to catch up to us.”
I did as I was told, draining two glasses in a row. Then I topped everyone up.
Mariko was whispering to Anne.
“OK, Simon,” she said, when everyone had more champagne. “That’s enough champagne for you for now. Come over here and let me show you how this thing works.”
She swung the crop through the air. It made a scary whishing noise.
With her other hand she beckoned me closer, until I was standing right in front of her. She put the crop between my legs and smacked me on the inside of the knees until I spread my legs quite far apart.
“Have you ever been hit with one of these before?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “No, Mariko.”
She tapped my testicles then, once, from below. It wasn’t hard, but it smarted all the same.
“Put your hands behind your neck,” she said. “Lace your fingers together. Elbows back.”
I did as she told and stood waiting.
“Simon,” she said. “Do you remember what we talked about earlier?”
I hadn’t acknowledged her command.
“Yes, Mariko,” I said. “Sorry, Mariko.”
She laughed.
“I think that gets you another one on the balls,” she said.
She extended the crop and then thought better of it.
“Wait,” she said. “I think Anne should do one.”
She handed the crop to Anne. The two of them looked so adorable side by side on the love seat. Both of them were falling out of their tops, looking irresistible. The growing girlish camaraderie they shared made them even more desirable.
“I want you to get used to using this,” said Mariko. “Whether you do so at home is up to you, but I think you will find it has certain advantages.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Anne, weighing the thing in her hand. “I’ve never even thought about hitting Simon.”
“Anne,” said James. “I want you to do as Mariko asks.”
Anne turned to look at him.
“Yes, Colonel,” she said.
She held it out between my legs and rubbed my testicles with it. I found the waiting excruciating, and she obviously read the discomfort on my face.
“I’m sorry, Simon,” she said.
“It’s fine, Anne,” I said.
Then she gave me a surprisingly sharp rap, a little harder than the one from Mariko even. I started.
James, sitting with his legs crossed at the ankles, sipping champagne and looking amused, gave a whoop.
“Very good,” said Mariko.
Anne smiled at the praise.
She looked up at me. I was huffing and puffing a bit, trying to control the pain and a mounting sense of panic.
“Was that OK?” she asked me. “Was it too hard?”
I felt frozen by the oddness of the situation. My testicles felt swollen, a result of my long time in the cage, my frustration and two sharp snaps with the crop.
“No, Anne,” I said. “It was fine.”
“Do another one,” said Mariko. “Lighter. Show him that he can handle it. It’s not too scary.”
Anne gave me a lighter rap.
“Nice!” said Mariko. “See. He can handle it.”
She looked up at me.
“Don’t worry, Simon,” she said. “We aren’t going to do a lot more of this tonight, but I want to show Anne that she can manage you this way. Get on your knees.”
I dropped to my knees in front of her. “Yes, Mariko,” I said.
“See how fast he moved?” she said to Anne. “He wants to obey. All of this is his idea, his desire, his dream. But his stupid male pride stands in the way of his obedience, which is a necessary part of the whole thing. We use the crop to show everyone how silly that pride is. It’s like popping a balloon.”
She reached out and tugged on my nipple.
“You don’t really need the crop,” she said.
She yanked on the nipple quite hard.
“Does that hurt?” she asked me.
“Yes, Mariko,” I said. “Yes. Ouch.”
“Ask me to stop,” she said. “Say please.”
“Please stop,” I said. “Please.”
She released it.
“Now thank me,” she said.
“Thank you, Mariko,” I said.
She giggled.
“No prob.”
She leaned forward then and gave me a lick on my nipple. It was an exquisite sensation after the pinching, and I was surprised at how moved I felt by her tenderness. She put her hand on my cage next, tugged at it. I gasped at the unexpected pleasure of her touch.
“I think it’s time to take this off,” she said. “I’m pretty sure that Simon would like that. Wouldn’t you, Simon?”
“Yes, Mariko,” I said. “Yes please.”
Mariko wrapped her arms around Anne, rubbing herself against her, and whispered in her ear. She took hold of the key hanging between her breasts. Her fingers brushed against Anne’s nipple.
Anne looked up at me with a little smile.
“Simon, I’m going to give Mariko your key,” she said.
She pulled the chain off and lowered it into Mariko’s outstretched hand.
Mariko laughed and dangled it in front of me, swinging it back and forth like a hypnotist with a pocket watch.
“Now you’re in trouble, Simon,” she said. “I’ll let you out now, but when I lock you up again later, it’s going to be up to the Colonel to decide when you get out next. OK? Ready to let us have the key to your cage?”
She started tickling my testicles lightly with her other hand. Then she lifted the cage and dropped it. I groaned with frustration.
“Yes, Mariko,” I said.
She put the key in the lock but didn’t turn it.
“This is fun,” she said. “Look how badly he wants to get out.”
She turned to Anne.
“How long since he’s been in there?”
“Tuesday,” said Anne.
“Oh gee that’s not too long,” Mariko said. “Maybe we should leave him in for another week.”
Anne shrugged. “Whatever you think is best,” she said.
I bit my tongue.
“I’ll tell you what,” Mariko said. She tugged at the cage.
“I’m going to unlock you but I want you to promise that you’ll be very easy to deal with, OK?”
“Yes, Mariko,” I said. “I promise.”
“You’ll be really compliant?” she said.
I nodded.
“And supportive to Anne? That’s really important.”
“I will.”
“I think you will,” she said. “Because if you aren’t, we’ll just put you back in, right?”
“Yes, Mariko,” I said.
She put her hand on the key again and held the cage in her other hand.
“Ask me nicely,” she said.
“Please, Mariko,” I said. “Please unlock me. I promise to be obedient, and supportive to Anne. Please.”
And then she unlocked the cage and yanked it off. For the first time in days, my penis was free. I was on the verge of tears with the relief.
She took my penis in her hand and lifted it up to examine it. It looked small in her hand. It sprang to life, stiffening.
“What have we got here?” she said. “It gets bigger, right? It’s not hard, is it?”
She darted her tongue out and gave the tip a little cat-like lick. I gasped and inhaled and it sprang all the way to attention.
“I did not just do that,” she said and she gave me a lascivious smile.
“Anne, is it fully hard now?” she asked. “That’s it?”
“I think so,” said Anne.
“Hm,” she said. She gave it another little lick and I felt like I might explode. I tried to stay still and breathe evenly.
“It’s kind of a cute little peepee,” she said. “All pink and hard and manly. How big is it?”
“I’m not sure exactly,” said Anne. “Four and a half inches?”
“Let’s measure it!” said Mariko.
She let go of it.
“Simon, in my purse there’s a ruler. Go fetch it. And bring my phone.”
I trotted off and gave her a wooden ruler and her iPhone.
“Why don’t you fill everyone’s glasses before we get started?” said James.
“Yes, Colonel,” I said, and circulated with the champagne bottle. I felt insanely submissive to be acting as a nude wine waiter with my little erection waggling around.
