Cuckold Summer, page 23
“True,” I said.
She pulled her hand away and I lay there beside her, my penis throbbing in frustration.
“You’re still my husband, and I still love you more than anyone and would do anything for you,” she said.
“I feel the same way,” I said.
She kissed me and held me tightly and I felt very close to her.
“But I don’t need to fuck you to show that,” she said.
She put my hand on my penis again. It sprang back to life.
I moaned quietly.
“If you fuck me, that’s really just about your ego,” she said. “It’s not even about your pleasure, because you get pleasure from a blowjob, or jerking yourself off, right?”
“Yes,” I said.
She squeezed it and started to jerk it lightly. I moaned.
“So, it’s really about your ego,” she said. “Do you agree?”
I thought about it. She was right.
“Yes,” I said.
She took her hand away.
“I feel good about this new arrangement. I could give up the whole shit show with Colonel James and everything tomorrow, without a second thought, if you were feeling uncomfortable.”
“Me too,” I said.
“But, I think I like where we are with the whole vagina thing, at least for now.”
“Until further notice,” I said.
She laughed.
“Yeah. Until further notice. I just want you to know that this is a thing between us, Simon and Anne. Do you get it? It’s part of the game, but not really.”
“I get it,” I said. “Thank you for explaining.”
She lay there quietly for a while, thinking. Then she lifted the sheet and peeked down.
“Is it small again?”
It was.
“It’s so cute when it’s small,” she said, and sat up to look at it, my stubby little flaccid penis.
“So, I realized that the rules we had when we started kind of precluded what happened last night,” she said.
“I hadn’t thought about that,” I said.
“No,” she said. “Do you remember the rules, though?”
“Yes.”
“So, one of them was that I would never do anything without you,” she said. “Last night I did. I did that without checking with you.”
She put her hand on my penis and it stiffened. She pushed it back and forth with one finger as she talked to me.
“I decided that that rule doesn’t work for me anymore,” she said. “And I decided that the best way to let you know was to break that rule.”
She took hold of my penis lightly.
“Do you like that?” she said. “Go ahead. Rub against me.”
I did as she told, humping her hand while she smiled at me.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I do,” I said.
“So, yeah, anyway, the next step in the game is for me to take more control. I am going to fuck whoever I want, wherever I want and tell you as much or as little about it as I want. It doesn’t make sense to have a rule saying you have to be there, or saying you have to be comfortable with it or that kind of thing. It can’t really work like that.”
I stopped rubbing myself against her
I hadn’t been expecting this.
She left her hand wrapped around my penis, which was throbbing.
“We can stop, though,” she said. “We can pull the chute and have nothing more to do with the club. No problem. If it’s getting too much for you.”
“No,” I said. “I don’t want to stop yet.”
“Good,” she said. “I don’t want to either.”
Then she bent and took the tip of my penis in her mouth.
I whimpered. She winked at me.
“I might let you cum tonight after all,” she said.
I whimpered again and moved my penis in her mouth.
She popped it out and let it rest against her cheek and looked up at me.
“Are you OK with the new rules?” she asked.
“I am,” I said, looking down at her.
“Tell me what they are.”
“You can fuck whoever you want, whenever you want and tell me as much or as little as you like.”
She smiled at me.
“I think we have a deal,” she said. “Do you want to cum in my mouth?”
“Please,” I said.
She took my penis into her mouth and in seconds I was cumming.
Then she told me that she loved me and she fed me my cum. Then we embraced and kissed and cuddled. When she got sleepy, she reminded me to put the cage back on and give her back the necklace. When I had done that, we curled up and went to sleep.
17
A Visit
The next day, I stopped by a vineyard and bought two cases of wine for Colonel James’ tasting.
When I got home with the boxes, Anne was having a drink in the living room with Nelu, the two sitting in their tennis clothes. They both looked great. I greeted them both with a kiss and started to tell them that Colonel James had hired me to stock up his wine cellar when I realized that the non-disclosure clause meant I should keep it to myself so I suddenly stopped, which made me sound kind of foolish.
I took the wine into my office and emailed Veronica a list of the wines I had purchased then went back to have a glass of wine with Nelu and Anne.
Anne’s phone rang.
“Hello,” she said. “Oh hi. Yes. Sure.”
She smiled at Nelu and I.
“My friend Nelu is here with us,” she said into the phone. “Great. That sounds like fun.”
She switched off the phone and turned to me.
“So apparently you have some wine for Colonel James,” she said. “He’s in the neighborhood and wants to see what you’ve got. He’s on the way up.”
I felt immediately anxious about Colonel James meeting Nelu, but before I could think about it much, he was at the door.
Anne kissed him on the cheek and I shook his hand and he was courteous to Nelu.
“I hope you don’t mind me popping by on short notice,” he said, “but I wanted to have a look at the bottles.”
“Of course,” I said. “Come into my office.”
“She’s a cutie,” he said, when we closed the door. “Nelu.”
“I know,” I said. “She and Anne are good friends, play tennis together regularly. I always look forward to seeing her in her little tennis outfits.”
“I think I’d prefer to see her without the outfit,” he said.
“No doubt,” I said. “Me too.”
He asked me about her, and I told her about her friendship with Anne, her life as a fairly wild single girl, which she told us about from time to time, sometimes in more detail than I was comfortable with.
“Hmm,” he said. “Promising. Now, let’s have a look at the wine.”
I showed him the bottles and he asked me a bit about them.
He selected one of the nicer Pinots and asked me to open it and share it with the girls.
We went back into the living room and he sat on the couch next to Anne while I fussed with the glasses and the corkscrew.
We all tasted it — it was a great find, with an unusual spicy quality — and chatted about it.
“I like this one a lot,” said Colonel James. “How will it age?”
I blathered on a bit and he nodded.
“I’d like a dozen cases of this,” he said. “Or should I wait to make those decisions at the tasting?”
“The tasting?” said Nelu, looking at me.
Colonel James told her that he had hired me to restock his cellar, and said we were going to have a tasting soon.
“Oh, that sounds like fun,” she said. “Simon never tells me much about wine.”
“I’m afraid of boring you,” I said.
“Well, you’re welcome to come along with Simon and Anne,” said Colonel James. “I think I’ll make a little party of it. My assistant Ronny is coming, and Eric Martinez and a few of his friends. Are you free next Saturday?”
“That sounds like fun!” said Nelu.
“Yes,” he said, standing up. “But first, we have some work to do. Sorry, Simon, but I think we need to draw up a list of wines tonight.”
Nelu took that as her cue to leave. She lingered by the door for a moment, chatting with Anne. She touched the hem of her tennis skirt and cast the Colonel a coquettish look out of the corner of her eye, which gave me a little pang.
As soon as she closed the door, the Colonel stood, put down his glass, strode over and grabbed Anne by the hair. She gasped. He turned her, took her face in his hands and kissed her with his tongue. She collapsed into his arms.
He put his hand under her tennis skirt and slid his fingers inside her with no ceremony. She gasped. I could see that she was already aroused.
“I couldn’t wait for her to leave,” he said. “All I could think about all day was fucking you.”
She moaned with pleasure at his words and spread her legs for him so that he could more easily push his fingers into her.
“Did you miss me?” he said, and he smacked her ass hard.
“Yes,” she said, and stuck her ass out for him. He smacked it again. “So much. A lot.”
He turned to me, where I was sitting on the couch, watching them, conscious of my penis throbbing in my cage.
He gestured to me to approach them.
“Simon,” he said. “Come over here and strip your wife for me.”
I went behind her and pulled off her skirt and panties and then her little tennis T-shirt and bra. He kept pawing her and she kept kissing him as I undressed her.
I realized that things had changed. She had stopped checking on me, as she did in earlier sessions. She was ignoring me.
“Simon, go get the crop,” he said.
“Yes sir,” I said.
It struck me that I was obeying instantly now.
When I came back with the crop, Anne was standing in the middle of the living room with her legs spread and her hands laced behind her neck.
I gave him the crop.
“Thank you,” he said. “You can get undressed as well. And you can take off your cage.”
“Thank you, Colonel James,” I said.
Anne gave me the chain and I undressed and undid my cage. I folded my clothes and gathered up Anne’s discarded clothes.
Colonel James was standing in front of Anne, appraising her.
“So, Simon,” he said to me. “Did Anne tell you about the change in rules?”
Hm. So the change was his idea.
“Yes sir,” I said. “Last night.”
“Tell me the new rules,” he said.
“Anne can fuck who she wants, when she wants, whether I’m there or not, and can tell me as much or as little about it as she likes.”
“Do you agree it’s appropriate?”
“I do, sir,” I said.
“Good,” he said. “I feel I’ve got you fairly well trained now. You’ve been put in your place.”
He put the riding crop under Anne’s chin.
“But I don’t know about you,” he said. “I’m going to push you a little bit. I don’t want you to be an entirely proud slut. I need you to show me that I am your master. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Colonel James,” she said.
“Good,” he said.
He smacked her once on her breast with the crop, leaving a red welt.
“Are you my slut?”
“I am, Colonel James,” she said.
He smacked her other breast.
“Say it.”
“I’m your slut.”
He put the tip of the crop on her vagina and started to tap it there. She found it uncomfortable, I could see.
“Did you tell Simon that that you could fuck whoever you want?”
She hesitated and he tapped her harder.
“Yes,” she said.
“And is that what I said the rule was?” he asked.
She hesitated.
“No,” she said.
He stopped tapping
“What’s the rule?”
“I can fuck whoever you want, whenever you want, and I can tell him as much or as little as you like.”
“Right,” he said, and he smacked her hard on the vagina.
She jumped.
“So why did you change it?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
He tapped her again. She winced and twisted her hips then straightened herself. He tapped her again.
“I don’t know,” she said again. “I thought it would be easier on him if he thought it was up to me.”
“And did you tell him the rule was my rule, or your rule?”
“I told him it was mine.”
“Why?”
“You didn’t tell me I had to tell him it was your rule.”
She was starting to cry.
“Didn’t I?” he said. “Hm. I suppose I didn’t. I didn’t think I had to.”
She stood silently, then bit her lip.
“I’m sorry, Colonel James,” she said.
“Good,” he said. “I’m glad you say you’re sorry. Now I am going to make sure you’re sorry. I’m going to whip you in front of your husband. I want to show you both that you will do whatever I say, even things you don’t like. Do you want that?”
She bit her lip and he hit her on her pubic mound. She yelped but held her place.
“I do,” she said.
“Then ask me.”
She hesitated and he smacked her again.
“Please whip me,” she said. “Please do what you want.”
“Good,” he said, and he hit her with the crop several times on her breasts. She breathed in and out, her chest rising and falling. She struggled to keep her arms up, but succeeded.
He turned to me. I was tugging at my penis.
“She looks good like this, doesn’t she Simon?”
“She does,” I said. “Beautiful.”
It was true. I thrilled somehow to see her straining against herself to obey him.
He put his hand to her sex and put his fingers inside her.
He took them out. They were glistening with her wetness. He put them in her mouth and she sucked them.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” he said. “When I whip you?”
She hesitated and then nodded.
“Yes sir,” she said. “It turns me on when you whip me.”
He turned to look at me.
“Get on your knees,” he said to me. “Behind her.”
I knelt down behind her, so that her ass was in my face.
“Anne,” he said. “Open your ass to your husband.”
She reached behind herself and pulled her buttocks apart. Her anus was in front of me.
“Go ahead, Simon,” he said.
I leaned forward and plunged my tongue into her anus and she moaned and pushed herself against me.
I had my face buried in her ass, so I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear them kissing, and then hear him hitting her with the crop, and feel her jerking in reaction. I kept tonguing her and pulling on my penis.
Eventually, he pulled her away from me.
I looked up at Anne, who was glassy-eyed with lust, looking at the Colonel. Her face was flushed and she was marked with welts. Her sex was swollen and wet. Her eyes were hooded and her face was unreadable.
Colonel James looked at my face.
“Don’t worry, Simon,” he said. “This is how your wife likes to be treated. Isn’t it, Anne?”
“Yes,” she said. “I like it.”
“Get on your knees, slut,” he said.
She dropped to her knees. He started to take off his shirt.
“Shoes,” he said.
She undid his shoes and took them off and then, without asking, undid his belt and pulled down his pants. His penis tented his briefs. He stepped out of his pants and she pulled down his briefs and he stepped out of those. His big erect penis sprang free.
She passed me his clothes without looking and I folded them and put them on the couch next to her clothes.
Colonel James handed me the crop. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward so that she was on her hands and knees.
“Anne, stick your ass up in the air for your husband,” he said.
He leaned forward and gave her a hard smack on the ass.
He looked down at her. He was standing in front of her, holding his penis in his hand.
“Give her a few on the ass with that, will you, Simon?” he said.
I smacked her once. She started but it wasn’t really hard.
“Harder,” he said. “She can take it.”
I hit her again, harder
“Good,” he said. “Keep going. Anne, you count. The next one will count as the first.”
She tensed her body and he nodded at me and I hit her.
“One,” she said.
“Good girl,” he said.
He nodded at me to hit her again, and I did.
“Two.”
She started crying at seven but kept counting.
“There there,” said Colonel James. “It’s not that bad, Anne.”
I made the next one too soft, and he told me to redo it.
She was crying and twisting by the twelfth, and it was a relief when he nodded at me to stop.
“Anne, you have to thank Simon,” he said.
“Thank you, Simon,” she said, through her tears.
“Good girl,” he said.
Then he slapped her face and jammed his fingers into her mouth, making her gag.
Then he stepped forward and pushed his cock into her mouth and held onto her hair and forced his penis down her throat as far as it would go. She gagged and moved to pull away but he held her head there long enough that she was gasping for air when he took it out. Saliva dripped down onto her breasts.
“Try it again, Anne,” he said. “This time try to breathe through your nose.”
He jammed it back in. Again she couldn’t breathe and she gagged and spat up saliva onto her breasts.
He started to throat fuck her then, roughly jamming his penis in and out of her mouth while she struggled to take it. Her face was wet from saliva. Her makeup was smeared.
“Give her another shot or two, Simon,” he said.
