Cuckold Summer, page 29
Anne meekly walked over and got to her knees in front of him and took his penis into her mouth.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Anne,” he said and he started to roughly move in and out of her mouth.
“You’re the husband,” he said to me.
“Hi,” I said. “Simon.”
He shook my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Simon,” he said. “But not as nice as it is to meet your wife.”
He laughed.
Martinez was now pawing Mariko.
“So, Simon,” said Colonel James. “As you can see, Veronica is feeling a little more comfortable than she was last time.”
“I can see that,” I said.
“She told me what happened the last time you saw her,” he said.
I thought: Uh oh.
“I’m afraid there was some unauthorized pussy-licking and there will be ramifications. Run and get the crop. You know where it is.”
When I returned with it, Veronica was standing in front of Colonel James, facing me. She looked stunning, tall and magnificent.
“I’m sorry, Simon,” she said. “I didn’t mean to get you into trouble.”
“It’s OK,” I said. “You look amazing.”
“Simon, give Veronica the crop,” said Colonel James. “She’s going to give you 12 good ones.”
“Thank you, Colonel James,” I said, and handed it to her.
“I’m not sure I can do this,” she said.
“It’s easy,” said Mariko. “Don’t worry. You’ll like it.”
She led me over to the wooden fence and I bent over it, gripping the ankles, so my bum was high in the air.
Mariko kicked my legs further apart and then rubbed my bottom. She had Veronica take a few practice swings.
“Just like tennis,” she said.
Veronica hit harder than Anne had done, and I yelped out in real distress when the first shot landed.
“One,” I said.
Smack.
“Two.”
She was stronger than Anne, so her blows were harder. I found it hard to hold myself steady as the blows came.
“Five,” I said. “Ow.”
“Is that too hard?” asked Veronica.
“Not hard enough,” said Mariko.
“No,” I said. “Not too hard.”
But I started to blubber by the end, feeling ridiculous and humiliated. Everyone was watching. Juarez was standing with Anne, roughly rubbing her ass and sex.
I stood up and thanked Veronica, rubbing my smarting bum.
Colonel James took her into his arms.
“That was very impressive, Veronica,” he said. “You’re really good at that.”
He put his hand between her legs.
“Oh,” he said. “And you like it, don’t you?”
“I do,” she said.
“You’re not quite done, Simon,” said Colonel James, turning to me. “Mariko has plans for you.”
Mariko wiped my eyes with a napkin. Then she told Anne to unlock my cage.
When I looked up again, she was putting on a big black strap-on dildo.
“Come here, Simon,” she said. “Time for you to get fucked.”
She pushed me to my knees and forced the thing into my mouth.
“Come on,” she said. “Suck my dick.”
I felt totally humiliated, on my knees, having her force the dildo into my mouth while everybody watched. My penis, though, was stiff.
Colonel James had his fingers inside Veronica. Juarez and Martinez were fondling Anne.
“Look at your little bitch of a husband,” said Mr. Juarez.
“Yeah, you’re my little bitch, aren’t you?” said Mariko.
She took the dildo out of my mouth.
“I am,” I said.
Then she got me lie on my back on the table, with my bum on the edge. She had me pull my legs up to my chest and put the dildo against my anus.
“Time to fuck your little bitch ass,” she said.
She forced the dildo into me and I gasped at the feeling. It was bigger than the one Anne had used on me, but after the initial stretching I could manage it. I huffed and puffed as she forced it into me and pulled it out.
It was a strange feeling, intense and wrenching. My prostrate was being stimulated. My penis was hard and throbbing. I started to cry again.
“You like that, bitch?” said Mariko, and smacked my ass.
She put her hand on my penis and I groaned.
“Relax,” she said, and jammed the big dildo into me. “Let it go. You’re going to come now.”
And then I did, from the stimulation from my ass. It was a different kind of orgasm, more powerful and less pleasurable somehow. My penis spurted, though, and Mariko aimed it at my own face.
“Oh my God,” I said. “Whoa. Intense.”
Mariko scooped up my cum and pushed it into my mouth.
I felt thoroughly debased and spent, splattered with my own semen and tears, my ass striped with welts.
The little show had excited everyone. Veronica started to orgasm, panting, from Colonel James’ touch. Martinez, standing, pulled Anne to him and slid his penis into her from behind. She grunted at the sudden intrusion.
Juarez grabbed Mariko and started to roughly touch her vagina.
“You were good at that,” he said.
He turned to me.
“Let’s give him a taste of the real thing.”
He walked over to my face and suddenly put his big penis on it.
I twisted to pull away.
Colonel James noticed.
“Don’t fight it, Simon,” he said. “Take it in your mouth.”
I felt Anne’s eyes on me. I couldn’t read her. She was being slowly penetrated by Martinez.
No way. Enough.
I pushed Juarez away and stood up.
“I don’t think so,” I said.
“Easy, Simon,” said Mariko. “You don’t have to. Relax.”
Juarez looked unpleasantly surprised, angry. His face was ugly.
“Sorry, everyone,” I said. “But I’ve had enough for today.”
“Just settle down, Simon,” said Colonel James. “Why don’t you take a little timeout inside.”
“No,” I said. “I’m leaving.”
Anne looked at me with alarm. She pulled herself away from Martinez and came to me.
“You want to go?” she asked.
I nodded at her.
Colonel James was angry.
“Simon, you’re being ridiculous,” he said. “Just calm down and take a timeout. You and Anne can leave when we’re finished with her, not before. You don’t get to set the rules.”
He stepped forward and put his hand on her shoulder.
She pulled away and turned to look at him.
“Don’t touch me,” she said.
“Anne, you’re being as silly as Simon,” he said.
I had had it.
“We’re leaving,” I said.
Anne looked at me and nodded. She took off her necklace and put it on the table.
“I think we might be through with your club,” she said.
I took off my ring and put it beside the necklace.
“Thanks for everything,” I said.
Anne took my hand and we left.
23
Recovery
It took a few days to absorb the events.
Anne and I didn’t speak about it, but she was unusually warm and tender.
We made love the next night, and it was like our old love-making, making us feel close and happy with one another.
I laid there beside her in the dark bedroom feeling deeply relieved.
I had been afraid that the old Anne was lost to me, that she had been permanently changed by our experience with the Alpha Beta Club, and that our marriage was different now.
“Thank you, Anne,” I said. “Thank you for leaving with me.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said. “We went a little too far and it was time to stop.”
“I know,” I said. “I’m not homophobic, but I’m not bisexual either, and I didn’t want to …”
I couldn’t finish.
“Of course not,” she said. “James was ridiculous.”
“Do you miss him? Miss the club?”
She laughed.
“Not at all,” she said. “I’m glad to have my old husband back.”
Two days later, I came home from running errands to find Nelu and Anne sitting on the terrace drinking wine after playing tennis.
They smiled and rose to kiss me.
“Hey, hot stuff,” said Nelu. “We were just talking about you.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Nice things I hope.”
“Very nice things,” said Anne.
They were both beautiful in their tennis whites. The sun was on them. A gentle wind blew their hair. They were smiling.
“Sit down,” said Anne. “Let me get you some wine.”
Nelu smiled at me.
“It’s warm, isn’t it?” she said.
“Yeah,” I said.
“I’m going to take off my top.”
I smiled.
She stood up and took off her top. She was wearing a sports bra.
“How do I look?”
“Wow,” I said. “You look amazing.”
“Are you sure?” she said. “I feel like I must look kind of silly with a tennis skirt and a bra. Maybe I should take the skirt off.”
Anne spoke up from the doorway.
“Oh my God, yeah,” she said. “That does look silly. You should take it off.”
“OK!” said Nelu, and she took off the skirt, revealing a little matching thong. Her golden brown body glistened in the sun.
Anne handed me my wine.
“That looks better,” she said. “I think that’s likely more comfortable. What do you think, Simon? Should I take off my outfit, too?”
“I think you should.”
She pulled off her own top and dropped her skirt so that she was standing there in her thong and sports bra.
“Now we match!” said Nelu.
I put my hand on Anne’s haunch.
“You both look splendid.”
Anne pulled away.
“Just wait,” she said. “Let’s drink some wine.”
She sat down and put her feet, crossed at the ankle, in my lap. My penis stiffened and she smiled.
“I actually wonder, Nelu, if you might look every better if you, you know, you took off that bra.”
“You’re probably right,” she said.
She stood up and peeled it off and covered her breasts with her hands.
“But your husband will see my boobs,” she said. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind,” said Anne. “If he doesn’t.”
She wriggled her foot around in my lap.
“I don’t,” I said. “I won’t even look.”
“Liar,” said Nelu, and dropped her hands.
“Now I feel overdressed,” said Anne.
She pulled off her top.
“This is nice,” she said, and stretched her arms out in the sun. “But you know, I feel kind of sweaty.”
She turned to Nelu.
“Do you want to shower?”
“Good idea,” said Nelu.
Anne turned to me.
“Simon, will you help us? I feel like we need a really good scrubbing.”
“I think I can,” I said.
I followed them to the bathroom.
“Why don’t you start by taking off Nelu’s thong,” she said.
Nelu turned her back to me.
“That would be nice, Simon,” she said.
“With pleasure,” I said, and yanked it down. She wiggled her backside at me.
Anne gave Nelu a playful smack on the ass.
“Stop flirting with my husband,” she said.
“Now do mine.”
I pulled hers off.
Nelu had turned on the shower.
“I’m ready for scrubbing,” she said. “But shouldn’t Simon take off his clothes?”
Anne stepped under the water.
“Yup,” she said. “Off with your clothes, Simon.”
I stripped and joined them. I was so happy.
“Why don’t you start by soaping up Nelu, Simon?” said Anne.
She handed me a bar of soap.
Nelu stepped out of the water, smiling at me.
“I feel kind of dirty,” she said.
I lathered the soap up and put my hands on her. I soaped her vigorously, her breasts, her belly, her ass. I finished by soaping between her legs. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“Oh God,” she said. “Don’t stop. My pussy needs a really good soaping. It’s so … dirty.”
Anne smacked her ass.
“Don’t be greedy,” she said. “My turn.”
I turned to Anne, who stepped into my arms and kissed me, rubbing herself against me. She writhed as I soaped her ass.
I felt a soapy hand on my penis. Nelu was scrubbing it.
“Anne,” she said. “Do you think I can fuck your husband?”
“No,” said Anne. “But we can.”
She led us to the bedroom and pushed me onto the bed.
She straddled me and slid up until her pussy was in front of my mouth. I put my tongue inside her. Then I felt Nelu’s tongue on my penis. I was in heaven. She lapped at my testicles.
Then they changed places, and I plunged my tongue into Nelu’s tight vagina. She moaned and twisted and pushed herself down onto my mouth.
“Oh my God, you’re good at that,” she said. “Anne, you said I could fuck him. I want to fuck him.”
Anne laughed and pulled my penis out of her mouth.
“Calm down,” she said. “You can fuck him.”
Nelu slid down me and Anne pushed my penis into her.
“Go slowly,” she said.
Nelu eased my penis in and out of her very slowly. Anne licked my balls. Nelu started to bounce faster. Anne laughed and slapped her ass.
“You like that cock?” she said.
“Oh my God,” said Nelu. “I do.”
She panted and wriggled and started to spasm. Anne slapped her again, harder.
“Oh my God,” Nelu cried. “I’m going to come.”
She rubbed her clitoris and orgasmed with a shudder.
She gave a satisfied sigh and looked down at me.
“Thank you, Simon,” she said. “That was fun.”
“The pleasure was all mine.”
Anne smacked her ass.
“OK, bitch,” she said. “Off. Now it’s my turn to fuck my husband.”
She climbed onto me and slid my penis into her and started bouncing. She put her breasts in my mouth and I sucked them. Then Nelu was beside her, sucking her breasts and kissing me. She put her hands on my balls and gripped them as Anne bounced up and down. Anne started to rub Nelu’s clitoris and Nelu moaned.
“I’ve got an idea,” said Anne.
She climbed off of me and climbed between Nelu’s legs and starting licking her. Her legs we spread, her sex open and waiting for me. I got behind her and slid my penis into her. Nelu moaned in time to my thrusts. I was ecstatic, but I started to feel the pressure build in my testicles.
I stopped to delay it but Anne told me not to.
“I want you to come in me,” said Anne. “Come in my cunt. Fill me up.”
I exploded with a groan and collapsed.
“Oh my God,” I said. “This is the best day ever.”
Anne laughed and stood up.
“I’m going to get the wine,” she said. “We need a little break before Round 2.”
24
Say Please
A few days later, I came home from a vineyard trip to find Nelu and Anne having a drink on the balcony with a guy I didn’t know.
“Hi, baby,” said Anne, standing to kiss me. She looked stunning in her white summer dress.
“I want you to meet Anthony.”
He was tall, with long black hair. He had a gold earring. He was wearing a muscle shirt that exposed his powerful copper-colored arms, which were covered in tribal tattoos.
“Nice to meet you, Simon,” he said.
Nelu came to give me a kiss.
“I told you about Anthony,” she said. “Remember?”
“I’ll get you a wine glass,” said Anne.
I sat down. Anthony sat down next to Nelu, who took his hand in hers.
“I do remember,” I said. “You told us about your adventures.”
“Cool,” said Anthony. “Anne and Nelu were just telling us about your adventures, too.”
“Yeah?” I said.
“Yeah,” said Anthony. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“No no,” I said. “It’s just that in the end, it got to be a bit too much.”
“I told him,” said Anne.
She gave me my wine and sat on my lap.
“I wanted to hear what he thought.”
“What do you think?” I asked him.
He took a drink of wine.
“It’s terrible,” he said. “I think Colonel James sounds like an asshole.”
“Yeah?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. “You can’t push people to do things that are against their desires. He was trying to serve his own ego, forgetting about the well-being of his subs. An ethical dom would never push you past your real limits. You have to have consent. And then when you said no, he kept trying to push it. It’s totally unethical.”
“I am so glad we’re out of that,” said Anne.
She kissed me on the forehead.
“Me too,” I said. “It was fun but Colonel James kind of spoiled even the fun memories by acting the way he did.”
“Have you heard from him?” asked Nelu.
“He texted me but I told him we were done,” said Anne. “I don’t want to see him again.”
“I’m sorry that it was shitty,” said Anthony. “I hope it hasn’t soured you completely on the scene. An ethical dom can make sure everyone has fun, learns about themselves, and leaves feeling respected.”
“I don’t think it has soured us completely,” said Anne. “I mean, not for me.”
“How about you, Simon?” asked Nelu.
I swallowed and thought for a moment.
“No,” I said. “I admit that I still find myself thinking about it.”
