Cuckold Summer, page 16
“He’s fine,” said Celeste. “They’ll fade in an hour or so. Why don’t you add a few? Notice how it made him answer embarrassing questions really quickly?”
Anne took the crop.
She gave me a few hard ones, in rapid succession. My bum was starting to throb and I started to wiggle a bit as she smacked me.
“Oh, is that starting to hurt?” said Anne. “Is your bum getting sore?”
Smack. It really was. This was a new sensation for me. When Mariko had smacked me the night before it had just been humiliating. This actually hurt.
I tensed my buttocks and twisted when she smacked me again. I was also intensely aroused, and my penis throbbed in its cage.
“It is,” I said. “It’s getting all hot.”
“This is fun,” she said. “Look at you wiggle.”
“Anything you want to ask him, this would be the perfect time,” said Celeste.
“Hm,” said Anne. She rubbed my bum with the tip of the crop.
“What was your favorite part?”
“That’s easy,” I said. “When you and Mariko made me cum at the end.”
She smacked me again.
“OK,” she said. “That was too easy, wasn’t it?”
She gave me little taps.
“I know,” she said, and swatted me harder. “What was the hardest part?”
I was tongue tied, trying to think. She swatted me again.
“Too much thinking,” she said.
“When Mariko made me answer questions,” I said. “She was hitting me with the crop and asking me questions.”
Anne kept rubbing me.
“OK,” she said. “Good. What question was the hardest?”
“When she asked me about the size of my penis,” I said. “That was hard. And when she asked me about you fucking Chris, and how you missed getting fucked by a guy with a big cock.”
Suddenly her hand was on my balls.
“This is getting you all horny, isn’t it?” she said. “You’re such a little freak.”
It felt really nice to have her hands on me instead of the crop.
“I am,” I said, and arched my back to allow her access to my balls.
She stepped up to me and bit the back of my neck. She wrapped her arm around me and grabbed hold of my cage and wiggled it. I sort of collapsed against her.
“I think that’s enough of the crop for now,” she said. “What do you think? Is that enough?”
She nibbled on my neck.
“Oh God yes,” I said. “That’s enough. Thank you.”
She whispered in my ear: “Did you thank Celeste?”
“Thank you Celeste,” I said.
“What a little sub he is now,” said Celeste. “Wow. Nice. I’m impressed.”
Anne turned me around, took me in her arms and gave me a kiss.
“I’m still not used to it,” she said. “It’s a bit weird. Sometimes he’s my husband, who is smart and tough and manly, and other times he’s, um, what?”
“Your cuckold?” said Celeste.
“Yes,” said Anne. “I guess that’s it. My little cuckold.”
She kissed me again.
“Either way, I love him,” she said.
She stepped away to pick up her wine, kind of surveying me. She took a sip and passed me the glass so I could have a drink.
“He’s adorable,” said Celeste. “I especially like him like this. All naked and caged and vulnerable with a bright red bum.”
She picked up the crop from the table and smacked me on the bum with it lightly.
“Ouch,” I said.
“I think this has worked out just as I hoped,” she said. “I thought that a session with Mariko and the Colonel would bring out your submissive side.”
“I suppose it has,” I said.
“I can see that,” she said.
She held out the crop and lifted my cage with it, toying with it.
“You’re kind of a little bitch, aren’t you?” she said.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the contact with my penis.
“I guess I am,” I said.
“Rub your little cage against the crop,” she said. “Show us what a little cuckold bitch you are.”
I thrust myself against the crop. It was humiliating and exciting to stand there and rub myself against it, fucking it. I bit my lip.
Anne was watching, smiling.
“Wow,” said Celeste. “What a transformation. I’m really happy.”
She gave me a final smack on the cage and withdrew the crop.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
I thought for a second, took a sip of Anne’s wine.
“Kind of relieved,” I said. “I feel like I’ve realized my fantasy. I was afraid of it, of what the consequences would be.”
“And now you’ve become all submissive, and you see that there was nothing to be afraid of,” said Celeste. “It’s united your internal fantasy life and the face you show to Anne.”
“That’s right,” I said. “Wow. I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
“Most people never bring them into line,” she said. “That’s the really amazing thing about the lifestyle, about the club.”
She turned to Anne.
“And how about you?” she asked. “No regrets?”
Anne shook her head. She looked really cute in her little tennis shorts and T-shirt, like an all-American college girl.
“I think I’m getting a pretty good deal so far,” she said. “I have been nervous that our little games might affect Simon’s idea of me, that he would think I was a bad wife or something, but he seems, um, incredibly grateful.”
She giggled, girlishly.
“And I get to get fucked by these studs, which, um, I like. Um, a lot. I really like that part. Seems simple and good, so far.”
She stepped over and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a nice kiss.
“I’m a lucky woman,” she said.
“And I’m a lucky man,” I said, and wrapped my arms around and her and gave her a pretty good kiss.
She pulled away.
“So is my amazing husband ready to see the pictures now?”
“He is!” I said.
“Go get a glass and another bottle and I’ll show them to you,” she said.
“That sounds really good,” I said.
I stopped to pick up my clothes.
“I don’t think you need those just yet,” said Celeste.
Anne smiled and shook her head.
“We like you naked for now,” she said.
“Very well,” I said, with what dignity I could muster.
I ran for a glass and another bottle of wine, opened it and then joined them at the table.
“Naked wine waiter,” I said. “That’s my new life.”
Anne pulled my chair next to hers and Celeste sat on my other side.
Anne held the phone in front of me and flicked through the pictures.
The first picture was from the terrace, the four of us standing, smiling against the balcony railing, with Anne and Mariko jammed next to Colonel James and me standing somewhat awkwardly next to Anne.
“Nice, right?” said Celeste. “Nice group shot, right? What could go wrong?”
The shot was from the same sequence. It was the same, except that I was frowning and looking down at Anne’s ass, which was obviously being fondled by Colonel James.
Celeste burst out laughing.
“Uh oh,” she said. “Looks like somebody’s not happy about his wife getting her bum squeezed.”
Anne laughed, bending over and inhaling deeply. She held her hand up to make herself stop.
“I had no idea, honey,” she said. And she gave me a kiss.
I was grinning and feeling silly.
“You had no idea that his hand was on your ass?” I said.
“No,” she said. “I knew that. I liked that part. What I didn’t know was that you knew and were freaked out by it.”
I laughed along with them.
“I know it doesn’t make much sense,” I said. “But it bugged me.”
The next picture showed Anne, on her knees, in her blouse and skirt, measuring my erect penis, although my face wasn’t in the frame. She was smiling, holding the ruler, raising her eyebrows, looking self-conscious. Her blouse had fallen open and her left breast was peeking out.
“You look cute there,” I said.
“Show the next one,” said Celeste.
The next one showed me being measured again, after the ice. My penis looked tiny and shriveled. This time Anne was frowning.
Celeste laughed.
“That’s my favorite,” she said.
She mimicked the frown that Anne wore in the picture and Anne and I laughed as well.
The next picture was of Anne, now nude, measuring Colonel James’ penis, which looked huge, glistening with saliva. The picture had a completely different look. Anne’s eyes were kind of glazed. I was in the background, with a blank look on my face.
We all looked at in silence.
“That one’s kind of sexy, isn’t it?” said Celeste.
“It is,” said Anne, and she clutched at my thigh. My penis was throbbing.
She grabbed the cage and wiggled it.
“Oh look,” she said. “Someone’s getting all turned on again.”
I bit my lip.
Celeste flipped to the next picture, which showed Anne on her knees holding my penis in one hand and Colonel James’ in the other hand.
“Wow,” said Celeste. “That’s quite a contrast.”
Anne’s grip on my cage got tighter.
“It’s really something isn’t it?” she said.
I cleared my throat.
“I can’t even …”
The next few pictures showed Anne sucking him. They were striking. The light was perfect and she looked completely lost in the act, her lips wrapped lovingly around his penis, her eyes alternately closed and gazing up at him, seemingly in adoration.
“Wow,” I said.
“I know,” said Celeste. “Beautiful, right?”
“It looks like really good porn,” I said.
“Better,” said Celeste. “Because it’s real.”
Anne had started rhythmically squeezing my cage and testicles. She was obviously aroused.
She flipped back through the blowjob pictures to look at them again.
“I’m kind of glad Colonel James has the key right now,” she said. “I don’t know if I could trust myself with it. This is getting me kind of steamed up.”
“Just another pic or two,” said Celeste. “And then I’ll take my leave and Simon can take care of your needs.”
The next few pictures showed me tonguing Anne’s ass while she sucked Colonel James and Mariko smacked me with the crop.
They were kind of wild looking, partially blurred, since they were taken with one hand while she smacked me with the other, but they had lots of kinetic energy and were interesting. It suddenly occurred to me that they were kind of compromising. It was really clear what was happening, and the idea that anybody could ever see them sent ice through my veins.
“God I hope nobody ever sees these,” I said.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” said Celeste.
“Why not?” said Anne.
“There are rules you don’t know about,” Celeste said. “Colonel James is sure about this app. The pics can’t be downloaded or shared, except by him.”
“It seems like a good system,” said Anne. “So long as you trust Colonel James.”
Celeste smiled.
“I know,” she said. “And I do. You know Dave runs a security firm, right? Well so does Colonel James. That’s how they met. Only James’ firm is as much a private intelligence-gathering agency as it is a security firm. The other Alphas, some of whom you will meet eventually, are at least as impressive. It’s a small, powerful group and if anybody tried to mess with it, well, that wouldn’t be smart.”
“I find that both reassuring and kind of creepy,” said Anne.
“That’s about right,” said Celeste.
She got up to leave. Anne and I stood with her.
“So will we see you on Saturday?” Anne asked.
“No,” she said. “I’m afraid not this Saturday. Colonel James wants to get to know you better, which I think is a good idea. I think it will just be you and Toshiro and Mariko.”
We walked her to the door. It struck me that things that should seem strange — like walking around in front of two clothed women wearing nothing but a penis cage — were becoming normal.
“I’m really happy for you guys,” she said, and kissed us both.
The minute the door was closed, Anne turned to me and grabbed me and kissed me.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, stripping off her top and sports bra in one gesture. “I think I want to fool around, OK?”
I nodded enthusiastically.
She kicked off her shoes and socks and dropped her shorts and panties.
“That whole thing with the pictures and the crop and everything made me really horny,” she said.
“Me too,” I said.
She grabbed me and kissed me hard with lots of tongue.
“Having you prancing around in front of us, naked …”
She kissed me more.
“Looking at those pictures, remembering it all …”
More kissing. She ran her hands over my body, squeezed my bum. I started at the pressure.
“Oh, baby,” she said, turning me around. “Is your little bum still sore? Let’s see.”
I turned around and she examined it.
“They’re already fading, you big suck,” she said.
She gave me a hard smack with her bare hand and I jumped.
“I’m starting to get off on that stuff,” she said. “You better watch out.”
I turned to face her, rubbing my bum with my hands.
“I guess so,” I said.
“Although you like it, though, don’t you?”
She grabbed me by the cage and wiggled it.
“I do,” I said. “In a way.”
”You got really turned on when Celeste and I were paddling you, didn’t you?” she said.
“I guess I did,” I said. “Yeah. But it hurt too.”
“Hm,” she said. “I think I’m starting to like it. So look out.”
“I will,” I said.
She wiggled my cage rhythmically.
“It’s just too bad that you’re locked up and Colonel James has the key,” she said. “Because I would really like to get fucked now.”
I moaned and kissed her and she wrapped herself around me and rubbed against me and I grabbed her ass and squeezed it and rubbed my caged penis against her.
She pulled herself away from me and I saw how flushed and excited she was, breathing heavily.
She led me into the bedroom and pulled me down on top of her.
I kissed her and rubbed her breasts and then I lowered my head and started to suck them.
She moaned and stretched herself out and slid her hand down to touch herself. She rubbed her clit while I sucked her nipples, trying hard to do a good job of it.
I then licked my way down her belly, hoping to give her head.
She covered her vagina with her hand and looked down at me.
I stared up at her, at the long gentle line of her belly and the swell of her beautiful breasts, at her distant pretty face, the landscape of my dreams, and licked her hand where it covered her vagina.
“What are you doing?” she said.
“I just want to please you,” I said. “I want to lick you.”
She rolled away from me, and buried her face in the pillow. She spread her legs. Her hands were underneath her. I could see that she was touching herself.
I crawled between her legs and took her buttocks in my hands.
She moaned and moved them against me, arching her back. I slowly slid my tongue down her lower back to her ass.
“Oh yes,” she said. “Yeah.”
I buried my face between her buttocks and started licking her ass. She started moving frantically against me, and moaning enthusiastically.
“I love that,” she shouted into the pillow. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
I forced my tongue as far as it could go and she urged me on and moved against me, pushing her ass in the air. I was tongue fucking her for all I was worth, holding onto her by her thighs, jamming my tongue into her. I could feel the vibration of the frantic rhythm of her fingers rubbing her clit and then I could feel her spasm as she came. She shuddered and twisted on the bed and suddenly, violently spun around onto her back.
She was breathing heavily.
“Wow,” she said. “That was awesome. Thank you. Oh my God.”
I moved up next to her and kissed her.
“Did you like that?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Wow. That was intense. I think I like this.”
She ran her hands sensuously down her body, stroking herself. I nibbled at her nipple and she stopped me.
“Whoa,” she said. “Timeout.”
She reached down and touched her vagina and brought her wet fingers up and touched my lips. I sucked them.
“See what you did to me,” she said.
She kissed me and stroked me and put her hand on my cage.
I gritted my teeth. It was killing me and she knew it.
“Poor baby,” she said. “Remember, this is what you want.”
11
The Colonel’s Home
We made love like that twice that week, and as much as it pleased me to please her, I was feeling desperate for relief by the time Saturday rolled around.
Somehow knowing Colonel James had the key made it worse, and better, than when Anne had it. It seemed like less a game that we could set aside if the mood struck us, and more like a dangerous journey.
I missed touching or kissing her vagina as well, and yearned to put my mouth on it. Without speaking, she made it clear that wasn’t happening, which I suspected was on the advice of Mariko and Celeste.
She spent a fair bit of time texting with someone, and although I didn’t ask who, I was pretty sure it was those two.
We didn’t talk about it much, having cleared the air fairly thoroughly during our session with Celeste on Sunday afternoon.
She started teasing me a bit, though, which I liked and found disconcerting and arousing.
