Cuckold Summer, page 28
He put her on the chair, with her ass sticking up and smacked her ass hard, then slowly eased his penis into her. She was more relaxed than the first time with Colonel James. She put her hand between her legs and rubbed herself as he slowly fucked her.
“You like that?” he said. “You like being fucked in the ass, don’t you? What a little slut.”
She came again, crying out and shuddering.
He walked around the chair and put his penis in her mouth and she sucked it.
Then he pulled out and came all over her face.
I went to her then and kissed her and cleaned her.
Rex went to shower.
She took me to the bed and let me lick her face, her breasts and her pussy.
“You having a good birthday?” she asked me.
“Really good,” I said.
“Are you ready to try your present now?”
“Am I ever.”
She had me lie on my back while she put the dildo into the straps on and then did them up. She waggled it in front of me.
“Are you ready to get fucked?”
I was.
She put lube on it and on my ass, then pushed it against my anus. She held my dick in her hand as she slid it in. It was a tiny bit uncomfortable at first, then it hit my prostate and I groaned.
“You like that?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Tell me what you like,” she said.
“I like you fucking me.”
I felt a sense of abandon as she started to pull it in and out. I opened myself to her.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you,” I said.
I grasped her breasts in my hands as she slowly fucked me.
“Did you have a good day, Simon?” she asked.
“I did,” I said.
“What did you like,” she asked, and stopped moving. “Tell me and I’ll fuck you more.”
“I liked it all,” I said. “I liked watching you kiss him in the restaurant. And when he touched you.”
“Did you like when we came up here and I showed off your panties.”
“Yes,” I said. “I hated it but I liked it.”
“Did you like when I sucked him?”
“I did,” I said. “You loved it.”
She started to move again and I felt my head swimming.
“I did,” she said. “I couldn’t wait to get it inside me. He is so big. It’s so amazing to have a huge cock like that inside me. It fills me up completely, way up inside in places your penis doesn’t reach. That’s why I don’t let you fuck me anymore. It’s just not the same. I’m kind of a big cock slut now.”
I was about to come. My penis felt like it would burst. She stopped moving against me.
“Tell me what you are,” she said.
“I’m your cuckold,” I said.
“That’s right,” she said. “My little cuckold. You are. With your little penis. My little cuckold. Say it.”
“I’m your little cuckold.”
Then she started fucking me again and I had a long, wrenching orgasm, moaning and twisting under her.
21
Surprise Party
I felt it was a good birthday, and told Anne that in the morning, when we awoke back at our place.
She told me how glad she was that I liked her little surprises and we went and had a nice brunch together.
For the next few days, by unspoken agreement, we didn’t talk about the club except in passing. I came to think that these nights out were like top-ups, filling up our tanks, so we didn’t need them all the time.
But I would get hyper-sexual after a few days in the cage, and start to be frustrated and aroused. Anne would occasionally make reference to it, and she started to tease me in passing. We’d be cooking together and she’d say, “Hey, Little Guy, can you give me the salt?”
I noticed that her teasing was becoming more frequent and blatant as we got more comfortable with our new relationship. She knew my limits.
A day or two after my birthday we were in Whole Foods, in the produce section. She picked up two zucchinis, one small and one large.
“Which do you think I should get?”
She also started to dress more provocatively. She wore more short skirts and went without a bra more often. She had such a wholesome beauty that she could carry it off without looking slutty, but she often left the house wearing things that she never would have dreamed of wearing a few months earlier.
She also started flirting with guys in front of me and teasing me about it.
At a vineyard not long after my birthday, for example, she lingered, chatting and laughing, with a young guy who carried a crate of wine to the car for us. She was wearing little shorts and a belly top and it was obvious that he was checking her out. She watched him, smiling, as he put the wine in the trunk, and stretched in the sun in front of him and chatting with him about wine after the case was stowed and I was waiting in the driver’s seat.
“What did you think of Derek?” she asked me when we were driving away.
“He seemed fine,” I said.
“I should have asked for his number,” she said. “He’s hot. Do you think he has a big dick?”
Then she licked my neck and grabbed my cage through my pants.
“Probably bigger than you.”
Colonel James was away travelling, so there were no more Alpha Beta Club events and it was starting to be a long time since I was last unlocked.
One morning while getting dressed, I mentioned it in passing to Anne.
She laughed and told me to be patient.
That night, we were sitting at home having a glass of wine and reading. Anne was wearing nothing but a 49ers T-shirt and a pair of panties, with her legs stretched out in front of her, so I was finding it hard to concentrate on my book.
I was surprised when the buzzer went off.
“That’s Martin,” said Anne. “I invited him over.”
She walked over to buzz him in.
“Martin?” I said.
I hadn’t seen Martin since our lunch earlier in the summer. What was he doing at our apartment? He and Anne got along well enough, but they didn’t have an independent friendship.
“Yeah,” said Anne. “I thought it would be a fun surprise for you.”
I looked at her.
“Are you going to change before he gets here?”
She smiled and looked down at her outfit, which, while she was standing, appeared to be just a T-shirt.
“Why?” she asked. “You don’t want him to see your wife like this? Don’t be silly. He won’t care. It’s like a dress.”
Then he was at the door, and I was shaking his hand and inviting him in. If he was shocked to see Anne dressed as she was, he didn’t show it. She gave him a kiss and a tight hug, which made me uncomfortable, since she wasn’t wearing a bra.
I thought: Uh oh.
He sat down on the couch and Anne went to get him a beer.
“So, Martin, I have a confession to make,” she said when she came back with a beer for him.
She handed him the beer and stood in front of him.
“A confession?” he said, and looked amused.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m afraid I fibbed to you. There’s no surprise party.”
She walked over to the chair I was sitting in and sat down on the arm. She put her hand in my hair.
“We already celebrated Simon’s birthday.”
“OK,” said Martin. “So that’s kind of weird.”
I realized that the way she was sitting allowed Martin a pretty good view of the crotch of Anne’s panties, a little demure white cotton V right in front of him.
“I hope you won’t be mad,” she said. “But I wanted you to come over here so I could tell you something.”
“I’m not mad,” he said, smiling. “Always nice to see you two. You don’t have to make up a fib to get me to visit.”
“Good,” said Anne.
“So, I want to tell you something, something about me and Simon, but I warn you it might shock you. If you want me to stop right now, I can.”
“That sounds intriguing,” he said.
“You won’t mind if it’s kind of weird?”
“I have a high tolerance for weird,” he said.
“Good news,” said Anne.
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
“OK,” she said.
She walked over to the couch, with her back to me and grabbed the neck of her T-shirt and yanked it down.
“See my necklace?” she asked.
Martin had a good look. He must also have been able to see down her top.
“It’s pretty,” he said. “A little key.”
She took it off and handed it to him and then dropped to the rug on the floor in front of him, and sat there cross-legged, so that he could look at her panties.
I was silent, aroused and freaked out.
“So, that’s the, um, symbol of a group we’ve joined,” she said. “It’s a secret club, but at a certain point, members of the club are supposed to tell a few close friends about it, so we have someone to talk about it with. I decided that we should tell you.”
“What kind of club is it?” asked Martin.
“It’s a sex club,” said Anne. “It’s called the Alpha Beta Club. There are two kinds of members, Alphas and Betas. Simon is a Beta.”
“Wow,” said Martin. “That does sound weird. Is it fun?”
“It’s really fun,” said Anne. “Oh my gosh. It’s more fun than weird. It’s so great. We have met all these cool people, gone to a bunch of parties. It’s great.”
“Simon, you kinky fucker,” said Martin. “I always thought you were kind of a straight arrow and now I hear you’re going to sex parties and screwing around. Awesome!”
I blushed. I couldn’t speak. Anne obviously didn’t expect me to.
“That’s not exactly how it works,” she said.
“No?” said Martin.
“No,” she said.
She twirled her finger in her hair.
“Simon doesn’t fuck anyone,” she says. “The Betas don’t. The Alphas do. They’re, you know, bigger guys, more dominant.”
“Hmm,” said Martin. “So, you get to get fucked by studs. What does Simon get?”
“He gets to watch,” said Anne. “Which he likes. Don’t you, Simon?”
Martin looked over at me. I sat there, with my hands on the arm of the chair and an erection straining against the cage. I didn’t say anything for a moment. Then I said: “I do.”
“Wow,” said Martin. It was hard to read him at that moment. He looked freaked out, but also had a little smile.
“So why did you decide to tell me?”
“Two reasons,” said Anne.
She got up on her knees and put her hands on Martin’s legs. He looked down at her.
“One, you guys are old friends, and I think it would be good for Simon to have someone to talk to about this. Two, Simon told me you have a big cock.”
It was true. I had told her that in college word got out that he had a salami between his legs and we used to tease him about it.
She smiled at him. He stared at her.
She rubbed his thigh.
“I didn’t think it would be fair to you to tell you this story unless you could, you know, get something out of it.”
He shifted in his chair.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked.
“I thought I might suck your cock,” she said, and she reached her hand up to rub the front of his pants, where there was a growing bulge.
He reached down and grabbed her breast. She grinned.
“Do you think you might let me suck that big cock?” she asked. “I think Simon would like that.”
“I might,” he said. “Are you sure it’s OK with you, Simon?”
“You don’t have to ask him,” she said. “My pussy, my rules. Right, Simon?”
“That’s right,” I said.
“Tell him about the key, Simon,” Anne said. She started to undo his belt buckle.
“Anne keeps my penis locked up,” I said. “And you’re holding the key.”
Anne undid his belt and the snap on the top of his jeans.
“If you give it to Simon, he can unlock himself, which I think he really wants to do.”
I walked over and he handed me the necklace.
“You told me it would be weird,” he said. “But I didn’t guess it would be this weird.”
“Now would be a good time for you to be quiet,” said Anne, and she pulled down his zipper and yanked his pants down to his knees. His big erection was straining against his briefs.
“OK,” he said.
She pulled down his underwear and held his penis in her hand.
“Simon was right,” she said. “That’s a nice cock.”
She put her mouth on it and he groaned with pleasure.
I undressed as I watched and then undid my cage.
She was giving him a slow, loving blowjob. I sat on the floor and watched, tugging at my penis.
She took a break and leaned over to give me a kiss.
“Having fun, Simon?” she asked.
“I am,” I said.
“I am, too,” said Martin.
“Shut up,” she said, and took his cock in her mouth again.
He groaned.
After a few minutes she stopped and turned to me.
“Simon, help me with my T-shirt,” she said.
I pulled it off and she held her tits in her hands and wrapped them around Martin’s penis. He thrust between them and she laughed.
“I like your friend’s cock, Simon,” she said.
Then she started to suck him more roughly, gagging on it.
She stuck her ass out.
“Simon,” she said. “Take off my panties and lick me.”
I tugged them off and got behind her and tongued her asshole. I could hear her slurping and Martin grunting. I tugged on myself. She put one her hand on her clitoris and rubbed herself. I could see she was getting very aroused.
After a few minutes, she stopped and stood up.
“I’m sorry, Martin, but I think you’re going to have to let me put this inside me,” she said. “Is that OK?”
“Yes,” he said. “Please.”
She climbed up onto him and inserted the tip. She slowly slid down, sighing, then rode him hard and fast, slamming her pussy down, while he sucked her breasts and roughly grabbed her ass. Before long she was coming. She climbed off him and gave him a kiss.
“Thanks,” she said. “I needed that. Do you want to come in my mouth?”
He did.
She got down on her knees and took him in her mouth and started to suck him, taking most of his penis in her mouth, using her hands to rub him. It was sloppy, expert and enthusiastic. Before long he groaned and she swallowed his come.
She crawled over to me and kissed me and reached down and took hold of my penis in her hand.
“Here’s the part where Simon gets to come,” she said. “Do you want to come, Simon?”
I groaned. She pushed me onto my back and knelt between my legs.
She grabbed my penis in her hand and yanked on it.
“Thanks Martin for fucking me, Simon,” she said.
“Thank you, Martin, for fucking Anne,” I said as her spitty hand pulled on my penis. I exploded. Anne pointed my penis at my face, and I could feel my own cum hit me.
She climbed on top of me and kissed me and licked my face clean.
Afterwards, we all drank a few more beers, and I was surprised at how pleasant it was, as promised, to be able to talk to a friend about our situation.
“I think it’s awesome,” said Martin. “I mean, I’m glad you guys are having fun. And I’m extra happy that you included me. I’ve kind of been wanting to fuck your wife ever since I first met her, but I never would have.”
“Aw, that’s nice,” said Anne. “That’s flattering. Want another blowjob?”
22
Meeting Juarez
A week later, after Colonel James returned from his travels, we were summoned to his place again.
Anne told me the news, which she received from her phone. She was excited.
“He says it’s going to be a party,” she said. “We’ll see Toshiro and Mariko. And you’ll, um, get to see me get fucked, likely. You want that?”
“I do,” I said.
She took me by the hand and took me to the bedroom. She unlocked me and let me lick her ass while she masturbated. When she was done, though, she told me I had to go back in the cage without coming. I felt like crying.
I was twitchy with frustrated desire by the time we rolled up the long driveway to his place.
Mariko met us at the door with hugs, which I enjoyed more than usual, because she was naked.
“OK, guys, strip off,” she said.
There was a pile of clothes on a shelf by the door.
Anne and I added ours to the pile and followed Mariko out to the terrace behind the house.
Martinez was standing there, naked, his penis semi-hard, next to Colonel James, who was seated, also naked. To my surprise, Veronica was on her knees in front of him, with his penis in her mouth. He had her hair in his hand.
Toshiro was standing nude in his cage at the table, which was covered with wine glasses and bottles. He was holding a bottle of wine.
Another man, also naked, was standing on the other side of Colonel James. He was a bit older, in his 50s, Hispanic-looking.
“Welcome,” said Colonel James.
He looked down at Veronica.
“Don’t stop,” he said. “Keep sucking.”
It was the first time I had seen her fully naked. She was gorgeous, with big pale breasts and an adorably ripe bottom. Her long, beautiful pale legs were akimbo under her.
“Nice to see you,” said Martinez. “Come here, Anne.”
Anne went over to him kissed him. He took her sex in his hand and started to rub her perfunctorily.
“I want you to meet my friend, Mr. Juarez,” he said.
“Hi, Mr. Juarez,” said Anne.
Juarez smiled at her and yanked at his penis.
“When I say meet Mr. Juarez, I really mean suck his dick,” said Mr. Martinez.
