Cuckold Summer, page 25
“Two weeks ago, I was at his place on a Saturday night and his friend Jorge comes by. We’re having some wine, sitting by the pool, having a few tokes. We start talking about tattoos and piercings. He tells Jorge that I have my left boob pierced, and wants his opinion on it. Tony thinks it’s really hot and I should get the other one done. I kind of like just having one. So he tells me to show Jorge, get his opinion. He makes me stand up and take off my bikini top, standing in front of Jorge. Tony holds the candle up so the light shines on me. I’m standing perfectly still, feeling both their eyes on me, incredibly turned on.”
She was looking off, as if she was living in that moment again. Then she turned to me.
“You want to see?” she asked.
She looked at Anne.
“Is that weird?” she asked. “I think it makes the story better if I show him.”
“Yeah,” said Anne. “Show him.”
Nelu tugged the arms of her tennis top down and showed us her golden breasts. The left one had a gold ring in the perky reddish brown nipple. It glistened in the sun.
“So he made me stand there in front of Jorge, sort of commanding me in the same way that he did when we were alone. He went behind me and whispered in my ear. ‘You’re amazing. This is going to be fun. Go with it.’ He lifted my hands and held them behind my neck so I was completely open.
“Then he told Jorge to feel them, to feel the piercing with his hands and compare it to the other one. I was so turned on, so vulnerable. Tony moved his hand between my legs and started rubbing me and Jorge starting kiss me.”
She suddenly tugged her top back up.
“Anyway, I spent the next three hours getting fucked by both of them,” she said. “It was such an intense feeling. One cock in my mouth, one in my vajayjay. It was like a total sensory overload. I was just living in the moment, like an animal. I loved it.”
“Wow,” I said.
“It’s pretty awesome, isn’t it?” said Anne, and they laughed.
“The second threesome was the following Saturday,” she said. “This time with Sirena, a little blonde that Tony has been playing with for a couple of years. She’s a bottom, really gets off on being dominated. I was jealous at first, sharing him with another girl, but she was such a sub that it made it a lot easier.
“She got there, he could see she was hot and sweaty, he told her to take a swim. She says, ‘I don’t have my swimsuit.’ He says, ‘Swim naked.’ And she does just what he says, strips down in front of us, swims in the pool, does some laps. Tony starts touching me while we watch her, getting me turned on. Then when she gets out, he gets a towel, tells me to dry her off. Then she sits next to me on the chaise lounge, still naked. She has a really tight, really cute little body. And she’s kind of obviously DTF. Tony strips down and goes for a swim and she starts touching me, being super submissive, basically begging to suck my boobs.
“By the time Tony came out of the pool we were both ready to gobble him. It was another three-hour orgy, total abandon. It was great.
“Something about Sirina’s total subordination, her eagerness to please, her delight in being dominated … I found that her absolute surrender aroused me. He could turn her into a panting sex toy so easily. She was so eager to please. I started to see how being a dom could be sexy, not because you get pleasure from dominating, but from the arousal of the bottom.”
Anne was nodding.
“I’ve started to notice the same thing,” she said. “I never had any interest in being sexually dominant, but since Simon and I have been experimenting with his cuckold fantasies, making them real, I find myself getting off on being the top. He gets so aroused.”
I cleared my throat.
“It’s awesome,” I said. “I’m pretty lucky.”
“You are,” said Nelu. “By the way, you still haven’t told me what the key’s for.”
“Tell her, Simon,” said Anne, and she squeezed my hand.
“Well,” I said. “Anne keeps me locked up. It unlocks a little padlock on my, um, chastity cage.”
I was blushing bright red.
“It makes him so much more obliging,” she said. “It’s part of the whole thing.”
“So you can’t, um, touch yourself, or have sex so long as you’re locked up?” said Nelu.
“That’s right,” I said.
“It makes him very interested in pleasing me,” said Anne, giggling and wiggling the key.
“Oh my gosh that is so kinky,” said Nelu. “So it’s like a cage around your penis?”
“Yes,” I said.
“A little steel cage,” said Anne.
“So what happens if you get hard?” Nelu said.
“He can’t really,” said Anne. “Not while he’s wearing it. Do you want to see it?”
“Oh God,” I said.
“I’m having a hard time picturing it,” Nelu said.
“He can show you,” said Anne. “So long as it’s not too weird for you.”
“No,” said Nelu. “I’m intrigued.”
Anne gestured for me to stand. I stood there, blushing furiously.
She undid my belt and pants.
“You sure you want to see?” she asked Nelu. “This isn’t too weird for you?”
“No,” she said. “Show me. I’m enjoying this.”
Anne pulled open my zipper and yanked my khakis and briefs down to my ankles in one swift gesture. My penis throbbed in its little cage.
Nelu peered at it.
“Wow,” she said. “Look at the poor little thing. All locked up.”
“Want to see how the lock works?” said Anne.
Nelu nodded.
“Do you want me to let you out for a little while, Simon?” Anne asked, and held the key up. “I feel like I should, as a reward for telling Nelu. You were really brave, confessing your cuckold status.”
“Yes please,” I said. “Please let me out.”
“See how gentle and eager to please he is?” said Anne and she giggled.
“Wow,” said Nelu. “I think you have a pretty good arrangement here.”
Anne unlocked me then, taking care to show Nelu how the little padlock held the pieces together. She pulled the pieces off and put them on the table.
My penis tingled and stretched, becoming instantly half erect. I longed to touch it. Nelu looked at it and the cage.
Nelu picked them up and had a look at how they fit together.
“Is that nice, honey?” Anne asked me. “Nice to take it off?”
“Yes,” I said. “Thank you. So nice.”
She pulled my face down and I gave her a kiss on the mouth.
“You’ve been so brave,” she said. “Why don’t you go get us another bottle of wine? We can put your cage back on later.”
I bent over to pull up my pants but she waggled her finger at me.
“I think you should leave those off for now,” she said.
I felt so awkward walking around in just my golf shirt in front of Nelu, with my penis waggling, but I did as I was told.
As soon as I got to the kitchen, I gave in to the overwhelming desire to touch myself, and I stood, leaning against the fridge, stroking my penis for a moment. It quickly leapt to attention. I had to force myself to stop or I would have orgasmed in a flash.
Anne called my name from the balcony.
“Simon,” she said. “What are you doing? Where’s that wine?”
I was erect when I came back out with the wine, which was somehow humiliating and great. I wanted Nelu to see my penis at its best.
She noticed and smiled when I came back out.
“So how long since you were last unlocked?” she asked me with a little smile.
“Just three days,” I said. “But it feels like a long time.”
“I bet,” she said.
“It’s part of the fun,” said Anne. “He gets really anxious to get unlocked. And then really excited when I take the cage off.”
“I can see that,” said Nelu, looking at my erect penis as I stood before them with the wine.
“So we haven’t shocked you too much?” I asked her as I filled her glass.
“No,” said Nelu. “It’s cool. I think it’s great that you two are exploring your fantasies. It’s just, um, pretty heavy. Don’t you get jealous watching Anne with other men?”
“Um, yes,” I said. “It’s more than jealous. It’s a feeling of angst, a kind of deep feeling of submission, subordination. I kind of wish that it didn’t affect me the way it does, in a way. But it makes me so aroused. I kind of, I don’t know, go to a different place. Sub space, they call it.”
“Simon,” said Anne. “Do you want to go to sub space now?”
I blushed.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“I mean, you’ve been locked up for three days,” she said. “I’m going to lock you up again soon until Saturday. So why don’t you show Nelu here how you touch yourself? It’s up to you.”
“Oh my,” said Nelu. “That is kinky.”
“Is it too kinky for you?” Anne asked her. She picked up the cage.
“Why don’t you decide?” she said. “We can put it back on right now. Or we can let Simon touch himself first, give us a little show.”
“Hm,” said Nelu. “I see why you like it.”
She looked up at me. I squirmed.
“Simon,” she said. “Which would you prefer? You want us to lock you up now or you want to give us a little show first?”
I was hesitant. It was hard and throbbing. But it felt humiliating to touch myself.
I turned to Nelu.
“You don’t think it’s weird?” I asked.
“It’s definitely weird,” she said.
I put my hand on my penis.
“I want to touch myself,” I said.
“God, this is kinky,” said Nelu. “I love it. Go ahead. Pull on your little thing.”
I closed my eyes and started to stroke my penis, standing in front of them.
“That’s a good boy,” said Anne. “Stroke it. Show Nelu what you do when I’m with another man.”
“Wow,” said Nelu. “This is kind of steamy.”
I was bright red, humiliated and aroused at the same time, slowly stroking myself.
“We haven’t told you the weirdest part of it all,” Anne said to Nelu. “You want to know the kinkiest bit?”
“I do,” she said.
Anne reached up and pulled my hand away from my penis, so it stood rock hard and throbbing. I didn’t want to stop touching it.
“Simon,” she said. “Tell Nelu what you do after one of the Alphas fucks me.”
“Oh God,” I said.
She put her finger on the underside of the head of my penis, lifting it up so it was erect again. I shuddered, fighting the urge to rub my penis against her hand.
“Tell her,” she said.
I tried to think of what she wanted me to say.
“I lick her out,” I said. “I clean her up.”
“Wow,” said Nelu. “That’s so kinky.”
“Unless he does that, he doesn’t get to cum,” said Anne. “So he is happy to do it. Aren’t you, Simon?”
“I am,” I said, in a very small voice.
I was totally focused on the throbbing desire in my penis. My erection was starting to subside.
She took her hand away. I gasped at its sudden absence.
“Do you want to cum now?” she said.
“Yes please,” I said.
“Beg,” she said.
“Oh,” I moaned. “Please. Please let me cum.”
“Wow,” said Nelu.
Anne lifted her finger so it was under the head of my penis again. I took a huge breath.
“I don’t think so,” said Anne. She turned to Nelu.
“I think this is enough fun for one night. It’s better if I don’t always give him what he wants.”
Nelu laughed.
“God,” she said. “This is so perverted. You’re so mean!”
“I know,” she said. “And he loves it. Don’t you, baby?”
“I do,” I said.
19
Another Tasting
Nelu and Anne were kind enough to help me load the car with cases of wine on the night of the tasting.
Anne was wearing a short white cotton summer dress. Nelu was in a denim miniskirt and a skimpy pink tank top.
The scene on the terrace had brought me into their circle somehow, and as we rode the elevator down to the car, they joked around in front of me more easily now, as if I was a girlfriend, rather than Anne’s boyfriend.
“So, are you looking forward to seeing Colonel James again?” Anne asked Nelu.
“What, your stud?” said Nelu. “No. What did you call him? Your bull. You guys are so kinky.”
“He texted me to make sure you’re coming,” said Anne. “I think he wants to fuck you.”
“I’m sure that’s not true,” said Nelu. “I wouldn’t want to make you jealous.”
Anne laughed.
“If my husband can manage to watch me and Colonel James, I think I can handle watching you,” she said, and then we were down in the parking garage.
In the car, Anne, who was sitting next to me, turned to the back seat.
“I’m serious, you know,” she said to Nelu. “Colonel James has designs on you.”
“What kind of designs?” asked Nelu.
“The kind of designs that end up with you naked and, um, impaled,” she said.
“I might like that,” said Nelu.
“I think you would,” said Anne. “Anyway, I promised to help. I just want you to know.”
When she turned back to look forward, she winked at me and put her hand on my thigh.
After we went through the electronic gate and drove up the long drive, Veronica was waiting on the doorstep. She gave us hugs and helped us bring in the boxes of wine. She settled Anne and Nelu on the terrace and led me to the kitchen, where she helped me organize the glasses and bottles.
It was nice to see her again, and we quickly fell into a pleasant rhythm. She was efficient and curious, asking me about the wines I’d selected: two sparkling wines, two whites and two reds, all local, interesting and at their peak.
She was dressed more casually than I’d seen her before, in a little crocheted off-white skirt that showed offer long, pale, bare legs, and a matching halter top. I found it hard to keep from ogling her as we got the tasting organized.
By the time we had the kitchen set up, and went out to bring the first bottle of sparkling wine and a tray of glasses, Colonel James, Martinez and two women I didn’t know were on the terrace.
They were Laurin — a spicy-looking tattooed Asian girl with spiky hair — and Magdelina, a smouldering Mediterranean with long brown hair and big chestnut eyes.
Martinez stood and shook my hand and introduced me to his friends. I felt nervous meeting them, because although they were friendly, rising to kiss me on the cheek, they both were so desirable. They looked liked models: dressed casually and revealingly, but with beautiful hair and makeup and natural poise that made me feel uneasy.
While I was filling their glasses and saying hello, Colonel James arrived. He immediately and naturally took charge, settling everyone while I made sure they all had full glasses. He sat between Anne and Nelu on one long couch. Martinez, Laurin and Magdelina sat on a couch on the other side. Veronica had her one chair at the end. There was an empty chair at the end for me, although I was going to be too busy with the wines to use it much.
“We’re in for a treat tonight,” said Colonel James. “Simon here has kindly agreed to take charge of my long-neglected cellar, and he has brought some bottles by for us to taste. Hopefully, I’ll give him a bunch of money and we’ll finally have some decent bottles around here. Have we got score cards or something? Isn’t that the idea, Simon?”
“Coming right up,” I said, and headed off to the kitchen for them.
“The idea is that I’ll buy more of the ones we like,” he said. “So do your best to really taste them.”
When I came back and distributed the little cards and pencils, he asked me to talk a little about the first wine, and then everybody sipped and made notes while I went in to fetch the second bottles of bubbly.
I was so busy running around with bottles and openers and glasses and cheese plates that I didn’t get much of a sense of the table, but everyone was having fun.
After the first round of whites, they were all half drunk, talking loudly and laughing. Martinez was goading Magdelina to tell a story about Laurin making out with another girl at a party. Laurin was playfully trying to put her hands over Magdelina’s mouth, telling her to shut the fuck up, and Magdelina was laughing.
I noticed Anne leaning on Colonel James as she laughed, and his hand rested on her hip.
It made me feel strange to think that another man was so obviously comfortable with my wife that he would caress her in front of strangers, and I wondered what Magdelina and Laurin must think of it.
When I came out with the first bottle of red, I learned that Magdelina had had her curiosity piqued.
“So, Simon,” she said. “There you are. I want you to explain something to me.”
She reached up and took my hand in hers and looked down at my ring.
“Yes, Magdelina,” I said. “How can I help?”
“Well, I just asked Eric about his ring, and he told me that it is the symbol of your club. I asked about the club and he told me to ask Colonel James.”
She sighed theatrically.
“He told me to ask your wife. She told me to ask you. Now I suppose you’ll tell me to ask somebody else. “
I laughed nervously.
“I think you should ask Colonel James,” I said. “He’s the president.”
Magdelina made a show of pouting.
“I think you should tell her,” said Anne. “I think that would be more fun. Come here.”
She scooched over on the couch and made room for me to sit next to her. I felt everybody’s eyes on me.
“Well, are you going to tell me?” asked Magdelina.
Anne snuggled up against me. Her breasts pressed against my bicep and her lips rested behind my ear. She nibbled on my earlobe and whispered: “Tell her.”
