Cuckold Summer, page 21
As we stood there, he slid his hand under Anne’s dress and rested it on her bare ass. He looked at the three of us, smiling. Anne closed her eyes and opened them, struggling to control her face. She blushed.
“Not so far,” said Veronica. “I come from a horse farm in the outback, so I’m hard to shock.”
Martinez laughed.
“I might take that as a challenge,” he said.
He smiled at her, and gave Anne’s bare ass a light smack, which we could all hear. I turned to look at the rest of the party, but nobody but us could see him do it, because he was shielded by the bar.
He grinned at Veronica. Answering to some unspoken command that he gave with his hand, Anne spread her legs a bit wider. I could see from her face when he touched her sex, because she started.
It felt out of control and decadent. I felt humiliated and aroused.
“I’ve asked Veronica to say ‘Uncle’ if she feels it’s too much for her, and she’s promised she will,” said Colonel James. “She even has a safe word, actually, even though she’s not participating. Don’t you?”
“I do,” she said, and she laughed nervously. “It’s Uncle. It was the first thing I thought of.”
“While we’re at it,” he said. “Simon and Anne should tell you their safe words.”
“Sapphire is mine,” said Anne. “But I can tell you right now that I won’t need it.”
She looked up at Martinez with a defiant grin. He laughed and smacked her bare ass again. She winced playfully.
“Ow,” she said, with a little pout.
He turned to me.
“What’s your safe word, Simon?”
I really didn’t want to say it in front of Veronica. I cleared my throat. There was no way around it.
I croaked the words: “Little Guy.”
“Nice,” said Martinez. “Little Guy. You know, I was excited to hear about your wine knowledge. I read your columns sometimes. You’re really good. I have a few bottles here that I’d like you to take a look at. I’d love some advice.”
“It would be a pleasure,” I said.
He turned to look at Anne.
“Do you like wine as much as Little Guy, Anne?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “Not quite as much. But I like it.”
She gave me a thin smile.
“Simon has taught me a lot,” she said.
“Veronica,” said Colonel James. “You know where the wine locker is?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Why don’t you take Simon over and show him, see what he thinks?”
“Sure,” she said, looking surprised.
Colonel James turned to me.
“I want to show Eric and Anne something,” he said. “We’ll see you two soon.”
I smiled awkwardly. Colonel James gave Veronica a kiss on the cheek and waited while Anne gave me one.
“I love you,” she whispered. She then followed Colonel James and Martinez off.
Veronica and I were dismissed. She took my arm and leaned on me, pressing the side of her breast against me.
“Well, it’s just you and me!” she said, cheerfully.
I was blushing furiously, humiliated. I couldn’t speak. I blinked and cleared my throat.
“Lead on,” I said.
She did, taking me around to the kitchen, where there was a normal sort of mini-cellar with a couple dozens of bottles of wine.
Veronica chattered and opened the wine cupboard, but I found it hard to think of anything at all to say. They were the most boring bottles of wine, a bunch of $15 bottles purchased for the party.
I was thinking about Anne, and what she was doing with Martinez and Colonel James, how they had put me outside my comfort zone.
Now I had to make small talk with Veronica, who was really smart, and understood very well what must be happening.
I mumbled something about the boring wine and she laughed.
“I know,” she said. “They didn’t give us much to work with here, did they?”
I laughed. She was so desirable, so charming, so sexy. And she had been directed to basically babysit me while my wife was off doing God knows what.
“It’s his idea of fun, you know,” she said. “James. Creating these little scenes, pushing everyone over their lines …”
“Out of our comfort zones,” I said. “That’s what I was just thinking.”
“Yeah,” she said. “That’s it. How are you? Are you OK? You look a bit upset. Worried about Anne?”
I laughed, uncomfortably, because I wasn’t. I was worried about myself.
“No,” I said. “I expect she’s fine.”
She giggled, made to stop and then laughed openly.
“I suppose she is,” she said.
Then she reached for her phone.
“Oops,” she said. “Text from the boss.”
She bit her lip as she looked at it.
“Message for you, actually,” she said. “Um.”
“What?” I said.
“He says I should show you this picture here.”
She held it up for me to look at.
It was Anne’s dress, draped over the back of an office chair, without Anne in it.
My stomach lurched and my penis stiffened in its cage. I stared at it.
“Are you OK?” she asked. “I mean, you’ve signed on for this, haven’t you?”
I laughed.
“Yes,” I said, smiling at her. “I’m fine. This is, I guess, the point of the club.”
“Right!” she said, dropping the phone to her side.
She looked at me and then looked away.
“I get it, you know,” she said. “Colonel James and Mariko explained it. I think it’s great that you’re OK with it. Just so you know. I think it makes you a pretty special guy.”
Oh great, I thought. Sympathy. But another part of me really appreciated her saying that.
I felt briefly overwhelmed, which she could see. I was frowning and smiling and looking away. She leaned in and gave me a nice kiss on the cheek.
“You’re a really sweet guy, Simon,” she said. “I hope we’ll be good friends.”
Then her phone vibrated again.
“Oops,” she said. “Boss again.”
She looked at the phone.
“Another picture for you,” she said. She looked at it for a minute longer.
“Gosh. It’s really nice.”
It was. It was photo taken of the city, through a window on the other side of the building. Anne’s naked body was reflected faintly but clearly in the glass. She was standing with her hands clasped behind her neck and her legs spread shoulder width.
It took a minute for me to see it, and then I found it strikingly beautiful, and my heart ached to be missing it.
“This is the first time that I haven’t been there when it happens,” I said, blurting it out before I could think about it. “Until now, every time that, um, anything happened, I was with her.”
She took my hand and squeezed it. We were standing together, looking down at the picture. I felt incredibly aroused, suddenly, and kind of leaned against her, without thinking, and pressed my cage against her thigh.
She took my bicep in her hand and firmly but gently pushed me away.
“So you probably don’t realize that Colonel James is playing with my head as well,” she said.
She held me away from her, squeezing my muscle.
“Really?” I said.
“Yes,” she said. “He’s teasing me just as much as he’s teasing you. I shouldn’t tell you, but I think you can be discreet.”
I nodded my head.
“I feel we are going to be good friends,” she said.
She searched my eyes and nodded, as if making up her mind.
“I’d prefer if you kept this just between us.”
I nodded my head.
“I’m his assistant,” she said. “I am having a great experience here in America. Learning a lot. The best kind of post-MBA experience I could wish for.”
I waited.
“He’s a great boss, except that …” she looked away, lipped her lips. “I couldn’t help myself and had to fall for him.”
She laughed and let go of my arm and pulled a bottle out of the wine cupboard.
“Are you ready for some red? I am.”
I took it from her and opened it. She leaned her elbows against the counter and looked away and spoke.
“I wouldn’t say I’ve completely fallen for him, but I did, a few weeks ago, sort of insist that he sleep with me. He really didn’t have much choice in the matter.”
She laughed at herself.
“It was great, really great, but, as he warned me at the time, I kind of regret it now. He’s not available for a relationship. So these messages are a bit tricky, emotionally, for me. Oops. Here’s another one.”
She looked at her phone. I gave her a glass of red. She swiveled her wrist and turned the phone for me to see.
This picture was of the back of Anne’s head and her bare shoulders. She was kneeling in front of someone — Martinez, I quickly gathered, although the photo didn’t include his face. It looked like she was sucking him. Had to be.
“So, you are not alone in your discomfort,” she said, and she drank all of the wine in the glass and extended it to me for a refill.
Colonel James, she told me, had told her that their fling, which took place while they were on a work trip to at a ranch in Arizona, would not be repeated, which she accepted.
Soon afterwards, though, he introduced her to Mariko, who told her about the club.
“Whoa,” I said. “So this is all pretty weird for you, too.”
“All part of the job,” she said, and took a good swig of wine.
“He likely wants to, um, integrate you into the club,” I said.
“Plainly,” she said. “He hasn’t said so, but I feel like that’s the way this is going. After I seduced him, he let me know he wasn’t interested, appealing though I am, in a ‘vanilla’ relationship.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
She shook her head.
“I don’t really see myself as a swinger. I understand that this is how he lives, and I … I don’t know, admire it, in a way, but it’s not for me. I think he wants me to have a threesome, and I just can’t see myself doing that.”
“Hmm,” I said. “You’re kind of missing out.”
“Shut up,” she said, smiling, and punched my shoulder. “I’m perfectly happy missing out. Not everyone is as kinky as you are.”
We laughed and toasted and then her phone buzzed.
“Oh,” she said, reading it. “We have a job. We are to bring a bottle of cognac and five glasses to Eric’s office. Also some ice. And we are to knock quietly on the door.”
I gulped.
15
Cognac
Colonel James opened the door. He was in his suit, smiling raffishly.
He beckoned us in, looking behind us to make sure nobody else could peek in.
I strode in, carrying a tray loaded down with snifters, an ice bucket and a bottle of Louis XIII.
It was a big, beautiful office. The left wall was a huge window overlooking over the city. There was a desk at the back and a black leather couch in front of us. Martinez was standing next to the couch with his hand stroking the hair of Anne, who was sitting on it, nude. She leaned forward and crossed her legs, trying to cover her nakedness.
She smiled up at me.
“Hi, Simon,” she said. “Oh gosh. Hi Veronica.”
Colonel James closed the door but held Veronica at the entrance.
“Hi!” she said.
“Simon,” said Martinez. “Pour us all a cognac, will you. Put the tray here.”
He gestured to the coffee table in front of the couch.
He was grinning at me.
“Yes, Mr. Martinez,” I said, and tried to smile as I put down the tray.
He had his hand tangled in Anne’s hair. She smiled at me, as if she had a guilty secret.
She looked ravaged. Her hair was tangled. Her mascara had run. She was wearing nothing but the necklace with my key on it. Oh God. She had cum on her face and tits.
My penis strained against my cage. I stood frozen for a moment.
“I’ll have a few ounces with no ice,” said Martinez. “How about you, Anne? I bet you’d like some ice.”
“I would,” she said. “Thank you.”
“No ice for me,” said Colonel James. “But I expect Veronica would like some.”
She was standing, looking uncomfortable, next to him in the doorway, looking out the window.
“No ice, actually, thanks,” she said. And she turned and looked at me and Martinez and Anne.
I gave Martinez and Anne their drinks first. Anne looked at me with mischief and shame and I could see the cum on her face more clearly as I stood over her.
Oh God.
Then I served Colonel James and Veronica. He had his hand on her ass. She looked confused and aroused, like she was struggling to maintain her composure. Colonel James whispered in her ear.
When I turned back, Anne spoke to me.
“Simon,” she said. “Will you come give me a kiss, please?”
“Of course,” I said.
I rushed over and knelt by the couch. She held my face in her hands and winked at me. Then she pulled me to her and kissed me. She put her tongue in my mouth and wrapped it around my tongue. I could taste the flat taste of semen. My head whirled. I was very aroused.
“I love you,” she whispered in my ear when the kiss finished.
“I love you,” I said.
She pulled her hand down to her breast, which was sticky with cum.
“You have to clean it,” she whispered, and pulled my face down to her breasts, where the key lay in a sticky puddle. I lapped at her, licking the cum off her. She pulled my mouth to her nipple. I sucked it. My face was sticky with cum and saliva. My penis was throbbing in its cage.
I felt very exposed, with Mr. Martinez looking down on me and Veronica and Colonel James looking on from the doorway.
Anne pulled me back to her neck and made me lick her there, pointing with her finger to some cum.
She whispered in my ear.
“That’s from Colonel James,” she said. “I started by sucking on Mr. Martinez while Colonel James fucked me. But then they turned me around. So that’s Colonel James’ cum on my neck.”
I licked her.
“And my face.”
She pointed to her cheek and I licked her and she kissed me.
“I came twice,” she said. “In like, five minutes. It was so dirty. You would have loved it.”
She kissed me again, and her tongue was darting in my mouth. Then she pulled me to her and whispered in my ear. “You have to thank them. Don’t forget.”
Oh God.
She pushed me away and looked at me meaningfully. I was on my knees between her legs. Her sex was waiting for me, glistening, open and messy.
I looked up at Martinez, who was smiling down at us.
“Thank you, Mr. Martinez,” I said.
“It was my pleasure,” he said.
I turned to look at Colonel James. He had his arm around Veronica, who was turned away.
“Thank you, Colonel James,” I said.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
Anne was grinning at me.
“You enjoying this, my little freak?” she asked.
“I am,” I said. “For some reason.”
They all laughed, including Veronica. She was making a point of looking out the window. Colonel James had his arm around her waist and was whispering in her ear.
“Why don’t you get undressed?” said Anne.
I stood before her and stripped, feeling ludicrous.
She gave a wolf whistle when I was done, then lifted the key from around her neck and undid my lock. She put the pieces on the coffee table. My penis was immediately erect.
“Simon,” said Colonel James. “Bring me a bit more cognac.”
I felt ridiculous walking over with the bottle, my penis waggling in front of me. Veronica continued to look out the window. I could see, though, that she was watching me in the reflection.
I topped him up.
Colonel James nudged Veronica. She turned to me and held out her glass for a little more. She smiled at me for the first time since we entered the room.
“You look cute like this,” she said.
I gave her a little bow, blushing, and went back to top up the glasses of Martinez and Anne, who was grinning at me, nodding.
When I put down the bottle, she beckoned to me. I got down on my knees between her legs. She edged out, so that her sticky vagina was in front of my face. I put my hands on her knees and grinned at her.
“You want to lick that pussy?” she asked me.
“Please,” I said.
She pulled my face to her and I lapped at her. She leaned back and closed her eyes and I licked her, trying to clean her and make her feel good.
She started to respond and I licked faster. She put her hand in my hair.
“Oh,” she said. “That feels good. Oh God. Yeah.”
I moaned with desire.
She pulled me up to her and kissed me.
She whispered in my ear. “I want you to touch yourself while you eat my pussy,” she said. “But don’t cum.”
She pushed my face back down.
I pulled at myself while I licked her. It was humiliating to think of Veronica and the others watching me debase myself, but also thrilling. I had to be careful because I was so aroused.
Anne started to moan louder. I could tell she was about to cum. She wrapped her hand in my hair and arched her back. I felt like a hero when she shuddered against me, moaning, and then pulled me up to her. She kissed my soaking face.
“God, I love you,” she said.
She looked up at the others.
“He is such a good husband. I am so lucky.”
They laughed, and I looked up and realized that Colonel James and Veronica had moved into the room. Veronica was looking uncomfortable, flushed, aroused, unhappy, pressed against Colonel James, who was smiling smugly. He had lifted her skirt and had his hand on her sex.
“So, Simon,” said Anne. “This was kind of a first, right? Kind of a tough night for you. Are you OK?”
“Not so far,” said Veronica. “I come from a horse farm in the outback, so I’m hard to shock.”
Martinez laughed.
“I might take that as a challenge,” he said.
He smiled at her, and gave Anne’s bare ass a light smack, which we could all hear. I turned to look at the rest of the party, but nobody but us could see him do it, because he was shielded by the bar.
He grinned at Veronica. Answering to some unspoken command that he gave with his hand, Anne spread her legs a bit wider. I could see from her face when he touched her sex, because she started.
It felt out of control and decadent. I felt humiliated and aroused.
“I’ve asked Veronica to say ‘Uncle’ if she feels it’s too much for her, and she’s promised she will,” said Colonel James. “She even has a safe word, actually, even though she’s not participating. Don’t you?”
“I do,” she said, and she laughed nervously. “It’s Uncle. It was the first thing I thought of.”
“While we’re at it,” he said. “Simon and Anne should tell you their safe words.”
“Sapphire is mine,” said Anne. “But I can tell you right now that I won’t need it.”
She looked up at Martinez with a defiant grin. He laughed and smacked her bare ass again. She winced playfully.
“Ow,” she said, with a little pout.
He turned to me.
“What’s your safe word, Simon?”
I really didn’t want to say it in front of Veronica. I cleared my throat. There was no way around it.
I croaked the words: “Little Guy.”
“Nice,” said Martinez. “Little Guy. You know, I was excited to hear about your wine knowledge. I read your columns sometimes. You’re really good. I have a few bottles here that I’d like you to take a look at. I’d love some advice.”
“It would be a pleasure,” I said.
He turned to look at Anne.
“Do you like wine as much as Little Guy, Anne?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “Not quite as much. But I like it.”
She gave me a thin smile.
“Simon has taught me a lot,” she said.
“Veronica,” said Colonel James. “You know where the wine locker is?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Why don’t you take Simon over and show him, see what he thinks?”
“Sure,” she said, looking surprised.
Colonel James turned to me.
“I want to show Eric and Anne something,” he said. “We’ll see you two soon.”
I smiled awkwardly. Colonel James gave Veronica a kiss on the cheek and waited while Anne gave me one.
“I love you,” she whispered. She then followed Colonel James and Martinez off.
Veronica and I were dismissed. She took my arm and leaned on me, pressing the side of her breast against me.
“Well, it’s just you and me!” she said, cheerfully.
I was blushing furiously, humiliated. I couldn’t speak. I blinked and cleared my throat.
“Lead on,” I said.
She did, taking me around to the kitchen, where there was a normal sort of mini-cellar with a couple dozens of bottles of wine.
Veronica chattered and opened the wine cupboard, but I found it hard to think of anything at all to say. They were the most boring bottles of wine, a bunch of $15 bottles purchased for the party.
I was thinking about Anne, and what she was doing with Martinez and Colonel James, how they had put me outside my comfort zone.
Now I had to make small talk with Veronica, who was really smart, and understood very well what must be happening.
I mumbled something about the boring wine and she laughed.
“I know,” she said. “They didn’t give us much to work with here, did they?”
I laughed. She was so desirable, so charming, so sexy. And she had been directed to basically babysit me while my wife was off doing God knows what.
“It’s his idea of fun, you know,” she said. “James. Creating these little scenes, pushing everyone over their lines …”
“Out of our comfort zones,” I said. “That’s what I was just thinking.”
“Yeah,” she said. “That’s it. How are you? Are you OK? You look a bit upset. Worried about Anne?”
I laughed, uncomfortably, because I wasn’t. I was worried about myself.
“No,” I said. “I expect she’s fine.”
She giggled, made to stop and then laughed openly.
“I suppose she is,” she said.
Then she reached for her phone.
“Oops,” she said. “Text from the boss.”
She bit her lip as she looked at it.
“Message for you, actually,” she said. “Um.”
“What?” I said.
“He says I should show you this picture here.”
She held it up for me to look at.
It was Anne’s dress, draped over the back of an office chair, without Anne in it.
My stomach lurched and my penis stiffened in its cage. I stared at it.
“Are you OK?” she asked. “I mean, you’ve signed on for this, haven’t you?”
I laughed.
“Yes,” I said, smiling at her. “I’m fine. This is, I guess, the point of the club.”
“Right!” she said, dropping the phone to her side.
She looked at me and then looked away.
“I get it, you know,” she said. “Colonel James and Mariko explained it. I think it’s great that you’re OK with it. Just so you know. I think it makes you a pretty special guy.”
Oh great, I thought. Sympathy. But another part of me really appreciated her saying that.
I felt briefly overwhelmed, which she could see. I was frowning and smiling and looking away. She leaned in and gave me a nice kiss on the cheek.
“You’re a really sweet guy, Simon,” she said. “I hope we’ll be good friends.”
Then her phone vibrated again.
“Oops,” she said. “Boss again.”
She looked at the phone.
“Another picture for you,” she said. She looked at it for a minute longer.
“Gosh. It’s really nice.”
It was. It was photo taken of the city, through a window on the other side of the building. Anne’s naked body was reflected faintly but clearly in the glass. She was standing with her hands clasped behind her neck and her legs spread shoulder width.
It took a minute for me to see it, and then I found it strikingly beautiful, and my heart ached to be missing it.
“This is the first time that I haven’t been there when it happens,” I said, blurting it out before I could think about it. “Until now, every time that, um, anything happened, I was with her.”
She took my hand and squeezed it. We were standing together, looking down at the picture. I felt incredibly aroused, suddenly, and kind of leaned against her, without thinking, and pressed my cage against her thigh.
She took my bicep in her hand and firmly but gently pushed me away.
“So you probably don’t realize that Colonel James is playing with my head as well,” she said.
She held me away from her, squeezing my muscle.
“Really?” I said.
“Yes,” she said. “He’s teasing me just as much as he’s teasing you. I shouldn’t tell you, but I think you can be discreet.”
I nodded my head.
“I feel we are going to be good friends,” she said.
She searched my eyes and nodded, as if making up her mind.
“I’d prefer if you kept this just between us.”
I nodded my head.
“I’m his assistant,” she said. “I am having a great experience here in America. Learning a lot. The best kind of post-MBA experience I could wish for.”
I waited.
“He’s a great boss, except that …” she looked away, lipped her lips. “I couldn’t help myself and had to fall for him.”
She laughed and let go of my arm and pulled a bottle out of the wine cupboard.
“Are you ready for some red? I am.”
I took it from her and opened it. She leaned her elbows against the counter and looked away and spoke.
“I wouldn’t say I’ve completely fallen for him, but I did, a few weeks ago, sort of insist that he sleep with me. He really didn’t have much choice in the matter.”
She laughed at herself.
“It was great, really great, but, as he warned me at the time, I kind of regret it now. He’s not available for a relationship. So these messages are a bit tricky, emotionally, for me. Oops. Here’s another one.”
She looked at her phone. I gave her a glass of red. She swiveled her wrist and turned the phone for me to see.
This picture was of the back of Anne’s head and her bare shoulders. She was kneeling in front of someone — Martinez, I quickly gathered, although the photo didn’t include his face. It looked like she was sucking him. Had to be.
“So, you are not alone in your discomfort,” she said, and she drank all of the wine in the glass and extended it to me for a refill.
Colonel James, she told me, had told her that their fling, which took place while they were on a work trip to at a ranch in Arizona, would not be repeated, which she accepted.
Soon afterwards, though, he introduced her to Mariko, who told her about the club.
“Whoa,” I said. “So this is all pretty weird for you, too.”
“All part of the job,” she said, and took a good swig of wine.
“He likely wants to, um, integrate you into the club,” I said.
“Plainly,” she said. “He hasn’t said so, but I feel like that’s the way this is going. After I seduced him, he let me know he wasn’t interested, appealing though I am, in a ‘vanilla’ relationship.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
She shook her head.
“I don’t really see myself as a swinger. I understand that this is how he lives, and I … I don’t know, admire it, in a way, but it’s not for me. I think he wants me to have a threesome, and I just can’t see myself doing that.”
“Hmm,” I said. “You’re kind of missing out.”
“Shut up,” she said, smiling, and punched my shoulder. “I’m perfectly happy missing out. Not everyone is as kinky as you are.”
We laughed and toasted and then her phone buzzed.
“Oh,” she said, reading it. “We have a job. We are to bring a bottle of cognac and five glasses to Eric’s office. Also some ice. And we are to knock quietly on the door.”
I gulped.
15
Cognac
Colonel James opened the door. He was in his suit, smiling raffishly.
He beckoned us in, looking behind us to make sure nobody else could peek in.
I strode in, carrying a tray loaded down with snifters, an ice bucket and a bottle of Louis XIII.
It was a big, beautiful office. The left wall was a huge window overlooking over the city. There was a desk at the back and a black leather couch in front of us. Martinez was standing next to the couch with his hand stroking the hair of Anne, who was sitting on it, nude. She leaned forward and crossed her legs, trying to cover her nakedness.
She smiled up at me.
“Hi, Simon,” she said. “Oh gosh. Hi Veronica.”
Colonel James closed the door but held Veronica at the entrance.
“Hi!” she said.
“Simon,” said Martinez. “Pour us all a cognac, will you. Put the tray here.”
He gestured to the coffee table in front of the couch.
He was grinning at me.
“Yes, Mr. Martinez,” I said, and tried to smile as I put down the tray.
He had his hand tangled in Anne’s hair. She smiled at me, as if she had a guilty secret.
She looked ravaged. Her hair was tangled. Her mascara had run. She was wearing nothing but the necklace with my key on it. Oh God. She had cum on her face and tits.
My penis strained against my cage. I stood frozen for a moment.
“I’ll have a few ounces with no ice,” said Martinez. “How about you, Anne? I bet you’d like some ice.”
“I would,” she said. “Thank you.”
“No ice for me,” said Colonel James. “But I expect Veronica would like some.”
She was standing, looking uncomfortable, next to him in the doorway, looking out the window.
“No ice, actually, thanks,” she said. And she turned and looked at me and Martinez and Anne.
I gave Martinez and Anne their drinks first. Anne looked at me with mischief and shame and I could see the cum on her face more clearly as I stood over her.
Oh God.
Then I served Colonel James and Veronica. He had his hand on her ass. She looked confused and aroused, like she was struggling to maintain her composure. Colonel James whispered in her ear.
When I turned back, Anne spoke to me.
“Simon,” she said. “Will you come give me a kiss, please?”
“Of course,” I said.
I rushed over and knelt by the couch. She held my face in her hands and winked at me. Then she pulled me to her and kissed me. She put her tongue in my mouth and wrapped it around my tongue. I could taste the flat taste of semen. My head whirled. I was very aroused.
“I love you,” she whispered in my ear when the kiss finished.
“I love you,” I said.
She pulled her hand down to her breast, which was sticky with cum.
“You have to clean it,” she whispered, and pulled my face down to her breasts, where the key lay in a sticky puddle. I lapped at her, licking the cum off her. She pulled my mouth to her nipple. I sucked it. My face was sticky with cum and saliva. My penis was throbbing in its cage.
I felt very exposed, with Mr. Martinez looking down on me and Veronica and Colonel James looking on from the doorway.
Anne pulled me back to her neck and made me lick her there, pointing with her finger to some cum.
She whispered in my ear.
“That’s from Colonel James,” she said. “I started by sucking on Mr. Martinez while Colonel James fucked me. But then they turned me around. So that’s Colonel James’ cum on my neck.”
I licked her.
“And my face.”
She pointed to her cheek and I licked her and she kissed me.
“I came twice,” she said. “In like, five minutes. It was so dirty. You would have loved it.”
She kissed me again, and her tongue was darting in my mouth. Then she pulled me to her and whispered in my ear. “You have to thank them. Don’t forget.”
Oh God.
She pushed me away and looked at me meaningfully. I was on my knees between her legs. Her sex was waiting for me, glistening, open and messy.
I looked up at Martinez, who was smiling down at us.
“Thank you, Mr. Martinez,” I said.
“It was my pleasure,” he said.
I turned to look at Colonel James. He had his arm around Veronica, who was turned away.
“Thank you, Colonel James,” I said.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
Anne was grinning at me.
“You enjoying this, my little freak?” she asked.
“I am,” I said. “For some reason.”
They all laughed, including Veronica. She was making a point of looking out the window. Colonel James had his arm around her waist and was whispering in her ear.
“Why don’t you get undressed?” said Anne.
I stood before her and stripped, feeling ludicrous.
She gave a wolf whistle when I was done, then lifted the key from around her neck and undid my lock. She put the pieces on the coffee table. My penis was immediately erect.
“Simon,” said Colonel James. “Bring me a bit more cognac.”
I felt ridiculous walking over with the bottle, my penis waggling in front of me. Veronica continued to look out the window. I could see, though, that she was watching me in the reflection.
I topped him up.
Colonel James nudged Veronica. She turned to me and held out her glass for a little more. She smiled at me for the first time since we entered the room.
“You look cute like this,” she said.
I gave her a little bow, blushing, and went back to top up the glasses of Martinez and Anne, who was grinning at me, nodding.
When I put down the bottle, she beckoned to me. I got down on my knees between her legs. She edged out, so that her sticky vagina was in front of my face. I put my hands on her knees and grinned at her.
“You want to lick that pussy?” she asked me.
“Please,” I said.
She pulled my face to her and I lapped at her. She leaned back and closed her eyes and I licked her, trying to clean her and make her feel good.
She started to respond and I licked faster. She put her hand in my hair.
“Oh,” she said. “That feels good. Oh God. Yeah.”
I moaned with desire.
She pulled me up to her and kissed me.
She whispered in my ear. “I want you to touch yourself while you eat my pussy,” she said. “But don’t cum.”
She pushed my face back down.
I pulled at myself while I licked her. It was humiliating to think of Veronica and the others watching me debase myself, but also thrilling. I had to be careful because I was so aroused.
Anne started to moan louder. I could tell she was about to cum. She wrapped her hand in my hair and arched her back. I felt like a hero when she shuddered against me, moaning, and then pulled me up to her. She kissed my soaking face.
“God, I love you,” she said.
She looked up at the others.
“He is such a good husband. I am so lucky.”
They laughed, and I looked up and realized that Colonel James and Veronica had moved into the room. Veronica was looking uncomfortable, flushed, aroused, unhappy, pressed against Colonel James, who was smiling smugly. He had lifted her skirt and had his hand on her sex.
“So, Simon,” said Anne. “This was kind of a first, right? Kind of a tough night for you. Are you OK?”
