Cuckold Summer, page 15
“I am really ready,” I said.
“Come here,” she said, and she pulled me down to kneel in front of the bed, and look at Anne’s exhausted looking vagina, which was still leaking Colonel James’ seed.
“I need you to do this,” she said.
She looked at me and smiled and I knew what I had to do and I didn’t wait to be told again.
I lapped at Anne’s sex, cleaning her, and it tasted like I was thoroughly cuckolded, like I accepted my status.
Mariko stroked my hair.
“That’s good, Little Guy,” she said. “Clean that pussy.”
She pulled my head back by the hair and kissed me.
“This is the last time I’m going to have to tell you to do this, right?” she said.
I nodded.
“OK,” I said.
I felt ridiculously humiliated with another man’s cum on my face.
“From now on, you are going to clean Anne’s pussy whenever an Alpha comes in it,” she said. “Without being asked. Right?”
“Right,” I said.
She kissed me on the lips.
“Good,” she said. “You taste good.”
She kissed me again, slowly and sensuously.
She put her fingers inside Anne and scooped out some of her love juice and smeared it on my penis. I inhaled sharply at the pleasure.
“This is the only time you can lick her pussy without invitation, OK?” she said.
I nodded.
“I understand,” I said.
“And it’s not optional,” she said.
“I understand,” I said.
“It’s not up to Anne to remind you of these rules,” she said. “Or me. Or the Colonel. It’s up to you.”
“OK,” I said.
“You get that, right?” she said. “It’s your job to behave like a Beta. It’s not up to us to force you. That’s at the heart of it, right? It’s voluntary.”
“I get it,” I said.
She scooped more juice out of Anne’s vagina and smeared it on my face. Then gave me a little slap.
“I don’t know if you always do,” she said. “You forget things.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“For instance,” she said. “Have you thanked the Colonel? Have you thanked Anne?”
I hadn’t.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m sorry, Mariko. Let me thank you for being our guide. You’re amazing.”
She rewarded me with a kiss.
I looked up at Anne.
“Thank you, Anne,” I said. “Thanks for letting me share this with you.”
She smiled down at me, pulled me up, kissed me and told me she loved me.
I turned to Colonel James, who was watching us from the chair by the bed, sipping champagne and smiling.
“Thank you, Colonel, for fucking Anne, for letting me be a part of it, for considering us as club members.”
“It really is my pleasure,” he said. “You are a lovely pair and a sparkling addition to the Alpha Beta Club.”
He called for a toast then, and I scurried off to get everybody’s glasses, and we clinked them together and toasted ourselves, and drained the glasses.
And then Mariko ran off and when she came back she had my cage in her hand.
“Just about time for this,” she said.
“Oh,” I said. “Surely not yet.”
She stood coquettishly in front of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, dangling the cage from her finger.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
I thought for a second, considering the best approach.
“Can I please cum first,” I said. “Please. Before you lock me up again.”
“Hm,” she said. “I think Anne should decide. What do you think? Does your husband deserve to cum?”
Anne looked startled by the question.
“I don’t know,” she said. “It might be better to wait until next time.”
She laughed when she watched my face fall, and I suddenly knew she was teasing, and felt very glad.
“I think you deserve a treat,” said Mariko. “You’ve been a very impressively submissive little Beta.”
“I’ll leave you to it,” said Colonel James. “Time for me to have a shower.”
Mariko had me sit on the edge of the bed and she and Anne got to her knees in front of me.
She gave my penis a slow lick, like it was an ice cream cone.
“Don’t get used to this,” she said. “This is a treat.”
Then Anne took a lick. Then she took another lick. Then they were both licking it, then Mariko sucked it briefly. Then Anne took it all suddenly in a deep throat manoeuvre that she had never done before.
It took about two minutes and suddenly I was gasping that I was going to cum.
Mariko laughed and pulled Anne’s head away and took my dick in her hand. She batted it, then jerked it very lightly.
She stopped just when I was about to cum. I gasped. My penis stood ramrod straight.
She laughed.
“Tell me what you learned tonight,” she said. “Your new rules.”
“Oh God,” I said.
“Come on,” said Anne. “This was all your idea. What are your new rules?”
“OK,” I said. “I’m not going to lick your pussy without permission.”
“That’s right,” said Mariko.
She put her hand on my penis again.
“What are you going to do instead?”
“I’m going to lick her ass,” I said. “All the time.”
“Good,” she said. “What else? One more. Tell her.”
Her hand closed around the shaft of my penis. Anne looked up at me, wearing a funny smile, like we were in on a joke. She was glistening and sexy, her eyes alive and teasing.
“I’m going to lick her out whenever an Alpha fucks her,” I said. “Without being asked.”
Anne smiled at me.
“You are such a freak,” she said. “I love you.”
Then she took the head of my penis in her mouth, and Mariko jerked it and I was spurting. Anne pulled her face away and Mariko pointed my penis at her own breasts, and then at Anne’s, and I groaned and came and delighted in the view of my semen splashing on them.
Then they made me lie down on the bed and lick my semen off their breasts, and I felt like I was in some strange cum-dappled heaven, wrestling with the two of them playfully on the bed.
When I had cleaned them up, Mariko fetched the cage.
“Alright,” she said. “Time to lock this little guy up again.”
She gave my limp, shrunken penis a tiny kiss, then snapped the cage on me and locked it.
“OK,” she said. “You can be in the club.”
She put the key chain around her neck, where it joined her husband’s, and kissed me on the lips. She kissed Anne and turned to go.
“You can both be in the club,” she said. “Come out when you’re ready. No hurry.”
Anne and I cuddled and kissed and told each other that we loved each other.
“Was it OK?” she asked.
“It was amazing,” I said.
“Not too intense,” she asked. “Seemed pretty raw.”
“No,” I said, thinking about it. “Raw but it’s OK. It’s all play time, right? Fantasy play. How about you? Is it OK for you?”
She nodded and kissed me.
“I like it,” she said. “The domination part seems to do something to me. Being ordered around, treated roughly, seeing you, um, put in your place. It’s like it gives me permission to let go. I’m glad we’re doing this. Thank you for showing me this world.”
When we came out, naked, holding hands, Colonel James was dressed, reading his phone and sipping champagne in the sitting room. He had his arm around Mariko, who was still naked.
“Well, that was splendid,” he said, lifting his eyes as we arrived. “You both happy?”
“Very much,” I said. “Thanks again.”
“Yes, Colonel,” said Anne, suddenly looking shy again, standing nude before him.
He stood, drew her to him, caressed her ass and kissed her gently.
“I am very impressed by you,” he said. She snuggled against him and seemed to glow. He whispered in her ear and she whispered back.
He turned to me and stretched out his hand.
“You are unaccountably fortunate,” he said as we shook hands. His other hand was on my wife’s ass.
“I’ve got to run now,” he said, kissed Anne again, and turned to go.
Mariko stood to kiss him. She wriggled against him, then held up one finger for him to wait, and pulled the key and chain from around her neck. He wrapped it around his fingers. He kissed her again.
He turned to us and held up the chain.
“I’m going to keep this until I see you next,” he said. “OK”?”
He took Anne’s chin in his hand and she kissed him and said OK.
“I’ll see you at my home next Saturday afternoon if you’re free.”
He looked at me.
“Thank you,” I said. “We’d be glad to come.”
I stepped next to Anne and put my arm around her.
“Good,” he said. “Mariko will give you the details.”
He nodded at us, turned and left.
Mariko pulled on her underwear. She looked adorable getting dressed.
“I hope to see you both on Saturday,” she said. “Toshiro will be back and I really want for you to meet him.”
“I’m looking forward to meeting him,” said Anne, turning to look for her clothes. She turned to me, distracted. “Where did you put my underwear?”
I ran to get her clothes, and my own.
When we were all dressed and organized, Mariko kissed us both and handed Anne the riding crop.
“This is for you, by the way,” she said.
“Oh!” said Anne. “A present?”
“Yes,” said Mariko. “A present from the club. But you have to promise to use it.”
Anne turned and quickly gave me a smack on the bum.
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” she said.
10
Pictures
We slept like babies that night.
In the morning we talked briefly about the evening as we cuddled in bed, drinking coffee. We both said, as we always did, that we had had fun, and that we still felt the same about one another, which was true.
She went off to play tennis with Nelu and I played racquetball with my friend Martin. After he beat me three matches in a row, we showered. Martin, my college roommate, is an athlete and a lady’s man. In the shower, I noticed, not for the first time, his impressive endowment, which the guys used to joke about in college. Seeing it after my adventures with Anne, though, gave me a start. He was like an Alpha. I was a Beta.
We went to lunch at a patio in Union Square after our game and caught up.
He was doing well, travelling for a software company, making good money, but he had recently split up with his longtime girlfriend, Alice.
“She finally got sick of your shit, did she?” I asked.
“She finally got sick of me cheating on her,” he said, shaking his head ruefully. He had been routinely sleeping with women as he travelled, and Alice had snooped on his phone and found out.
“That’s too bad,” I said. “Alice is awesome.”
“I know,” he said, laughing. “I may have too many wild oats to sow.”
He asked about Anne and I said we were doing well.
“You better do your best to keep her happy, dude,” he said. “You are punching way above your weight class there.”
The conversation unnerved me. He and I had always been competitive in a friendly way, and in college he was always more popular with the girls than I was. Now it seemed to me that I was embracing my secondary status, and somehow spending time with him cemented it in my mind. I was preoccupied by strange thoughts and feelings as I drove home. Not for the first time, I wondered if I was making a mistake.
When I got home, I discovered Celeste was sitting with Anne on our balcony, having a glass of Pinot Grigio.
“What a lovely surprise!” I said.
She looked amazingly cute in a skimpy patterned summer dress. Anne was still in her tennis clothes.
They both rose to kiss me. As I finished kissing Celeste, I noticed with a start that, next to the sweating bottle of wine, in the middle of the patio table, the riding crop was sitting.
“I wanted to come hear about your adventure,” said Celeste. “And when Anne told me she had pictures I decided to come over.”
“Pictures?” I said.
Anne held up her phone.
“Mariko sent them,” she said. “Want to see?”
“Pics?” I said. “On your phone? That doesn’t seem very secure.”
“Don’t worry,” said Celeste. “Colonel James does security for a living. The pics are in a safe app. They can’t be forwarded or shared. So, do you want to see them?”
“Oh God, I don’t know,” I said. “Do I?”
I suddenly felt shy.
Celeste plucked the phone from Anne’s hand.
“I’m not sure we should make it so easy for him,” she said.
“What do you have in mind?” said Anne. She sounded intrigued. My stomach suddenly sank and my groin tingled.
“Well,” said Celeste. “You told me you promised Mariko that you would use your new toy. Maybe you should try it out now.”
“Good idea!” said Anne, clapping with pleasure.
She picked up the crop and took a practice swing.
She turned to me and smiled.
“Simon,” she said. “Do you think you might be more comfortable if you weren’t, um, wearing so many clothes?”
She wanted me to undress. I opened my mouth to object and then thought better of it, remembering that I was supposed to want to obey.
I took a deep breath and took off my shirt.
“I’m sure you’re right,” I said. “I’ll be more comfortable, um.”
Anne nodded at me.
I took off my shoes and socks and dropped my pants and soon stood before them, blushing furiously, wearing nothing but my cage. Without being asked, I clasped my hands behind my neck and spread my legs.
Anne held the crop. Celeste stood beside her, smiling.
“He’s so cute in his little cage,” said Celeste. “I think it’s fun that Colonel James has the key. You’d better be on your best behavior.”
Anne ran the crop up my body, rubbing my chest and my face with it.
“I think he will be,” she said.
She lowered the crop between my legs and gave me a light tap on the testicles, which made me start.
“Are you going to be good?” she asked.
“Yes, Anne,” I said. “I’m going to try.”
She smacked me softly again.
“Can I try?” said Celeste.
“Sure,” Anne said. She handed her the crop.
Celeste smacked me on the testicles repeatedly, very gently.
“So did you have fun yesterday?” she asked.
“I did,” I said. “A lot of fun.”
“Anne said that you have some new rules,” she said.
“I do,” I said.
“That’s fun,” she said.
She slid the crop up and tapped my cage with it. My penis was throbbing within.
“Turn around and stick out your bum.”
I turned and held onto the balcony railing. She ran the crop up and down my back, then pulled it away and swatted me, fairly hard.
“Ouch,” I said.
“So tell me your new rules,” she said.
She swatted me again.
I felt embarrassed to think of what I had to say.
“Hurry up!” she said. And smacked me again.
“Well, I don’t know if it’s a rule really, but I need to eat Anne’s ass now,” I said. “I can do that without permission but I need her to ask me before I can lick her pussy.”
“Good,” said Celeste. She smacked me again.
“That’s the same as Toshiro,” she said. “He can’t even touch it without her invitation.”
“Really?” said Anne. “I should ask Mariko about that. That kind of makes sense.”
“Well, it’s up to you,” said Celeste. “Make that the rule. I think that is the rule actually.”
“What do you think, Simon?” Celeste asked. She smacked me again. “That makes sense, doesn’t it?”
I think I whined rather than answering. She smacked me again.
“Anyway, it’s up to Anne, isn’t it? Her pussy, her rules. Right?”
Smack.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes. It makes sense.”
“Good boy,” she said, and smacked me again.
My ass was starting to smart from all the swats with the crop.
She stopped for a second and rubbed it with her hand.
“It’s getting a bit red,” she said. “Is it sore?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Good,” she said, and smacked it again.
“Now, were there any other rules?”
She rubbed the crop against my ass.
“The one time when I have to lick her pussy is after she has sex with another man,” I said, blurting it out. “And that’s not optional.”
“Good,” said Celeste. “And did you do that on Saturday?”
“Yes,” I said.
“What was it like?” she asked.
She gave me a few tiny taps.
“Humiliating,” I said. “I felt humiliated. Degraded.”
She smacked me hard again.
“What else?”
She started again with the small smacks.
“It turned me on,” I admitted. “Aroused. It made me really hard. And that made me feel perverted. Cuck angst.”
“Sounds about right,” she said. “Anything else? Any other rules.”
“Not that I can think of,” I said.
“I guess they didn’t tell you all the rules right way,” she said. “Makes sense.”
“Wait,” said Anne. “There’s more rules? What are they?”
“It’s not for me to say,” said Celeste.
She gave me another smack.
“Ouch,” I said, starting to really struggle.
“Wow, your bum is covered in red stripes now,” said Anne. “It looks like it hurts. Will they come out?”
