Cuckold Summer, page 19
I put it on and looked on it.
“Every time you see your hand, you will remember that Anne’s pussy belongs to another man,” said James.
Anne took my hand in hers and looked at it.
“And every time I see his hand I will remember, too,” she said. “Wow. Heavy.”
“That reminds me,” said James. “Mariko has your key chain, Anne.”
Mariko pulled it out of her purse and held it up in front of Anne. She stepped behind her and draped it around her neck.
“I’ve had it shortened,” he said. “It should be visible at all times.”
It hung just below her the little V formed by her breast bone.
“Is it short enough now?” he asked.
Anne felt it with her fingers.
“I think so,” she said. “One or two buttons, depending on the blouse. No problem.”
“It is important to me that you both display your loyalty to the club at all times,” he said. “Do you understand that?”
We told him that we did.
Then it was picture time.
Mariko took Colonel James’ phone and posed Anne and I together, me holding up my finger and her holding her keychain.
I smiled a sickly smile and Anne made a sexy face and Mariko took pictures of us. She had Anne kiss my cheek while I held the ring up.
Then she had us stand up and go next to the window of glass bricks.
“The light here is amazing,” she said, snapping away.
“I think I should get some of the four of you,” said James.
“Good idea,” said Mariko.
He posed the women together, holding up the chains. Toshiro and I flanked our wives, holding up our pinkies. We all smiled. He took a bunch of pictures and then stood back and looked us. He flipped through the pictures, frowning.
“I think there are too many clothes in these pictures,” he said.
Mariko got the point first, and started disrobing. The rest of us followed suit, quickly stripping down.
I noticed Mariko handed her clothes to Toshiro, and he took them from her and folded them and put them with his own on a side table. I followed his lead, taking Anne’s clothes and mine and putting them tidily alongside Toshiro and Mariko’s.
Anne, I realized, was taking her lead from Mariko, just as I was from Toshiro, learning to be eagerly submissive.
James spent five minutes taking group shots us showing off our signs of fealty to him, a process that we all found arousing.
He started by having us stand — all jammed together — in front of the window of glass bricks, standing for an awkward nude group photo, then kneel together so that he could photograph us from above.
He frequently stopped the process to grope or kiss Anne and Mariko, which they accepted with comely submissiveness.
It made me swoon to watch them respond eagerly to his instructions, turning this way and that, to see them take pleasure in his rough manhandling. We were all twitching with desire by the time the photo session finished.
Anne and Mariko writhed and moaned when he put down the phone and stepped forward to touch them, smacking their asses and teasing their loins with his fingers.
He told them to kiss, then told Toshiro and I to get behind them and tongue their asses. It felt great to get my tongue inside Anne, to feel her twist with pleasure, to know that I was sexually useful to her.
James walked in front of the women and put his fingers in their mouths.
“OK, my little pretties,” he said. “I’ve only got about another hour right now. And I feel I’ve been neglecting poor Mariko.”
He put his finger in her mouth and she sucked it. “And poor Toshiro has been locked up for a week. Why don’t you unlock him, Mariko?”
“Oh thank you, Colonel,” he said, and stepped forward for Mariko to unlock.
“You, pretty thing, have already had an orgasm today,” he said, tousling Anne’s hair. “You can help me with Mariko. No pouting.”
He turned to me.
“And I think we’ll leave you locked up just now,” he said.
I hung my head and stared down at my stupid cage. I had been burning to be released and I felt forlorn. I wanted to cry.
“I think you’re still a bit too dignified in your submission,” he said. “You were a bit smirky before you got whacked. I think you would benefit from watching everyone else have fun. Give you something to think about until tomorrow.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
He stepped over to Mariko, who was waiting on her knees for him.
She undid his shoes and socks and took them off. He took off his shirt and handed it to Anne while Mariko took off his pants and underwear. I gathered his clothing and put away.
Once he was nude, he sat on the arm of the couch and Mariko crawled over to him. He leaned down to kiss her, and then toyed with her breasts.
Mariko took his penis in her hands and started licking it and then took it into her mouth. Toshiro got to his knees behind his wife and licked her ass, making her wiggle with pleasure.
James pulled Anne to him and sucked her breasts. He smacked her ass and fingered her vagina, then pushed her to her knees next to Mariko.
Anne moved to lick his balls, but he pushed her away and pointed at Mariko. Anne turned and lowered her head to Mariko’s breasts.
He looked over at me.
“Make yourself useful,” he said, giving me his phone. “Take some pictures.”
I photographed the long, three-person blowjob, which got more intense as it went on. He started slapping Mariko and Anne’s breasts while Mariko sucked him.
Then he got Toshiro to lie on his back, and had Mariko straddle him, so her anus was on his mouth. She lightly bounced up and down on Toshiro’s face as she sucked James. Anne sucked her breasts. James pushed her head down, so that she was licking Mariko’s clitoris. She was kneeling low, with her ass in the air, and I got good pictures of her from behind.
Suddenly Mariko was making frantic muffled moans with her mouth full of James’ cock. She was cumming. She held Anne’s head in her hands as she tensed. Little convulsions shook her.
“Aw, that’s nice,” said James. “Look at that. Anne is making Mariko cum.”
He pulled his penis away from her and she slid off of Toshiro.
“That was awesome,” she said, and she pulled Anne up and the two kissed and embraced. They both kissed Toshiro as well, and Mariko grabbed his penis and rubbed it.
“I love the way you lick my ass,” she said. “You are the best little husband.”
He groaned and closed his eyes.
She turned back to James, who was watching the three of them with a smile.
She leaned forward and licked his cock.
“Can I make you cum, sir?” she asked.
“Me too,” said Anne. “I want to help too.”
“It’s up to Mariko,” said James.
Anne looked pouty.
“Please,” Anne said. “Can I share? Please.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said Mariko.
She took his penis into her mouth and started sucking it again then took it out. She pointed it at Anne.
“OK,” she said. “Just a little.”
Anne gulped it into her mouth, eagerly taking it as far as she could, and started pistoning herself on it.
Mariko pulled her away by her hair and took her turn, being similarly rough while Anne licked his balls.
They took turns then, licking his balls, sucking his cock, passing it back and forth between them like competitors. Anne started to finger herself, and Toshiro crawled behind her and started tonguing her ass. When she started to cum, she had James’ left testicle in her mouth. Her muffled squeals set him off and he ejaculated into Mariko’s mouth, his groans mixing with hers.
Mariko sat back, smiling gleefully, her mouth overflowing with cum.
She took Anne into her arms and spat it into her hand and smeared some of it on Anne’s face and licked it off. They kissed, their semen-coating tongues swirling together.
“You little whores should take care of Toshi now,” said James. “I’m off to shower.”
“Poor Toshi,” said Anne, and drew him into their kiss.
Toshiro broke away as James turned to leave.
“Thank you, Colonel,” he said.
I chimed in.
“Thank you, Colonel,” I said. “It has been amazing.”
He left with a casual salute.
Toshiro, Mariko and Anne exchanged semen kisses and ran their hands over one another.
Both Anne and Mariko teased his penis.
Mariko sat him up on the edge of the couch, where James had been. He put his hands behind him, gripping the couch arm.
“Don’t you dare move an inch or we’ll stop,” said Mariko.
Anne contemplated the penis in front of her. She smeared it with James’ semen.
“Your cock looks smaller than my husband’s,” she said.
Toshiro moaned and looked down at her.
“It is,” he said.
“Aw,” said Anne, massaging the semen into him. “Poor Toshiro is a really little guy.”
Toshiro was blissed out.
“Thank you for touching it. Oh God that feels good. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Mariko took hold of Anne’s wrist. “I think you should stop,” she said.
Toshiro moaned in frustration and his penis twitched up and down.
“He was going to cum,” she said. “Let’s take our time. Let’s edge him a bit.”
He moaned.
“What’s edging?” said Anne.
“Oh, it’s fun,” said Mariko. “The idea is to give him just enough stimulation to keep him on the edge of cumming, but not let him cum.”
“It’s terrible, and great,” said Toshiro. “Please do it to me. Ai!”
Anne was intrigued.
The two took turns, lapping at his penis, pinching it, smearing it with saliva and semen, smacking it, flicking it with their fingers.
Whenever he seemed to be close to release, they would stop and kiss each other, or suck each other’s breasts.
He was begging softly under his breath all the while.
“Oh please oh please oh yes oh yes oh yes,” until it was like a chant of supplication.
I took pictures, my penis burning in its cage, jealous and turned on and excited to think that they might one day do this to me.
In the end, Mariko took the very tip of his penis in her mouth and just held it there, while Anne lapped gently at his little testicles and he slowly built to a climax.
Mariko pulled away as he came and he spurted onto her breasts, taking deep gasps as he released.
He was babbling his thanks, and she pulled him down to lick his seed from her breasts.
“Lucky guy,” I said, putting down the phone.
We all had a dip then, which was refreshing, and then lounged around naked by the pool and drank wine and chatted.
Colonel James asked me what I thought of the wine — a pleasant but uninteresting Sauvignon Blanc — and I said something polite until he made it plain he really wanted my opinion.
I told him I thought it was fine, but a bit dull.
“I’m sure you’re right,” he said. “I don’t spend enough time on my cellar. Can’t be bothered, but I’d rather drink better wine.”
“It’s not that much work,” I said. “I don’t know. It’s my career. I’m immersed in it all the time.”
“I think maybe you should help me,” he said. “I think I should hire you to beef up my cellar.”
“You wouldn’t have to pay me,” I said. “It would be a pleasure.”
“I would want to, though,” he said. “It makes things clearer. Ten per cent. The value of the wine, plus ten per cent for you.”
“You wouldn’t have to pay me,” I said.
“We’ve decided that,” he said, and he stood up. “Come on, let me show you the cellar.”
We all trooped into the house, and followed him downstairs, passing some spare bedrooms, a fully equipped gym, some locked doors and finally, a modern wine cellar with hundreds of bottles in state-of-the-art shelving.
It was half empty, and showed signs of neglect. We all crowded in, peeking at the bottles. It felt strange to all be nude together in this decidedly non-sexual environment.
“There are some nice bottles here,” I said, zeroing in on a rack of dusty older Bordeaux. “Oh, I bet some of these are just about perfect now. Some of them actually might be past their prime.”
“I know,” he said. “I’m probably letting some of them turn to vinegar.”
“You really should drink some of these soon,” I said, lifting up a pinot noir.
“It’s a mess,” he said. “I want you to fix it up for me, maybe do a database, fill in the gaps. I haven’t stocked it decently in years. I should think about what I want to drink five, 10 years from now and buy some cases.”
“Yes,” I said. “That’s what you should do. Sure. We’d have to talk about what you like, do some tastings.”
“That sounds like fun,” said Anne.
He put out his hand.
“Have we got a deal?”
I shook it.
“Sure,” I said.
“Well, that was fucking intense,” said Anne as she got into the car.
“Ouch,” I said as I sat down in the driver’s seat.
She giggled.
I wriggled around, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. Her giggle turned to open laughter.
“You are so mean!” I said. “Look what you did to me.”
“Oh my God,” she said, when she finally stopped laughing. “You were crying.”
She burst out laughing again as I put the car into gear.
“Boo hoo hoo,” she said. “What a big baby.”
I pretended to pout and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Well, it hurt,” I said, pretending I was going to cry again. “And I thought it was over and then you hit me again!”
“Was it too much?” she asked me. “I mean we’ve kind of forgotten about safe words and everything.”
“No,” I said. “No. It was intense but that’s the idea. You end up feeling different after the experience than when you started. It’s a kind of a release, a psychic release.”
“But you didn’t get the other kind of release,” she said, and clutched at my cage.
“I know!” I said. “My balls are throbbing. It’s terrible.”
“I think he’ll let you out soon,” she said.
“Well, you do have the key now,” I said. “We could just take a little break tonight.”
“Hmm,” she said. “Hmm. Nope.”
I turned to look at her and she stuck out her tongue.
“I mean, unless you want to forget about the whole thing,” she said. “We can cancel tomorrow, go back to our old, less-perverted lives. Or forward, into lives that are perverted in some other, slightly less restrictive way.”
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
“Um, I wouldn’t mind, if you’re uncomfortable,” she said. “It is deeply weird. I really like Mariko but there really was something kind of bloodless about the way they manipulated Toshiro.”
“What do you think about the Colonel?” I said.
“He’s pretty intense,” she said. “Powerful. Resourceful. I wouldn’t want to stand between him and what he wants. I’d never date him, but he’s an interesting guy to play games with.”
“You don’t feel he’s too rough with you?” I asked. “Too disrespectful?
She looked at me with a funny look.
“That’s kind of the point of him in our little drama, isn’t it?” she said. “Seriously. I’ve been thinking about this. It’s like we’re in a play. His role is to master me in a way that you wouldn’t, or couldn’t. I wouldn’t want it from you, I don’t think, because our relationship is built on love, equality, caring. He wants to use me as a whore. You want him to use me as a whore.”
“And you?” I said. “Do you want him to use you as a whore?”
“I told him I did,” she said. “I meant it when I said it. I’m having fun so far, but I’m thinking of it like we have roles in a summer production of a play. It won’t last forever. Might as well get the most out of it.”
I drove in silence for a minute.
“My wife is smart,” I said eventually.
“And she looks good naked,” she said, and tugged at my ear. “Right? That’s what he said. I liked that part.”
When we got home, and we got out of the car, she stopped and looked at me.
“Are you forgetting something?” she asked.
I had left the photo of James in the back seat.
I carried it inside and dutifully placed it on her nightstand, and his smiling face was watching over us as she rubbed cream into my throbbing bottom.
13
Shopping
Colonel James’ assistant, Veronica, emailed me that night, as Anne and I were snuggling in bed, asking me to meet her at the Colonel’s place the next afternoon at 2 pm, if that was convenient, to get to work.
I had to hustle to get some writing out of the way in the morning, but I managed, and I was there, ringing the bell, where she met me at the door.
She was a six-foot blonde, Scandinavian-looking, wearing a short, form-fitting peach pencil skirt and matching jacket over a low cut blouse. Her outfit, while professional, showed off her long legs, slim waist and generous breasts.
“Hello, Simon!” she said, reaching for my hand, with a big smile. “So great you could make it. I’m Veronica, but please call me Ronnie,”
She had a posh English accent.
“The Colonel is so pleased you’ve agreed to help bring his cellar back to life,” she said, leading me downstairs. “He knows he has neglected it, and you likely know that he isn’t the type to want to neglect things.”
I enjoyed watching her go down the stairs.
“I hope you can spare some time to get this sorted,” she said. “I understand your writing has to come first, but once he starts a project he wants to proceed full-speed ahead.”
She had a laptop open and a camera, and a good idea of what she wanted me to do.
