by Cynthia Dane
“Congratulations, Mistress.”
“I don’t tell you this to make anyone jealous. I tell you this because my husband and I have been looking at you all night – if you couldn’t tell.”
“I may have noticed. I need to tell you, though… I’m not so interested in men. I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“That’s all right. See, my husband doesn’t feel touchy tonight. He has other plans for us. Plans that may involve you, if you’re game.”
“Oh?”
Lana pushed her lips toward his ear. The man wore enough aftershave to scare off any normal woman, but Lana had smelled so much cologne, perfume, and aftershave in her years that she couldn’t be bothered with it any longer. In our early days, Ken hadn’t yet learned how to control his scents. Some men needed a wife to do everything for them. Like teach them basic manners when it came to their fashion and hygiene choices.
“Yes,” Lana whispered, ignoring that potent aftershave. Weaker women would have run. “My husband likes to watch sometimes. He likes the idea of a young, obedient man taking his wife he’s had for over ten years. Do you know what that’s called?”
“I think it’s called cuckolding, ma’am.”
“This isn’t cuckolding. If a woman has ever used you to cuckold, then you know the surprise on a man’s face when he finds out what his wife’s up to. This is for everyone’s mutual pleasure. You get me…” Lana wrapped her hand around Caden’s thigh, coming dangerously close to his hardening cock. Good thing he seems to like me. “I get what you’re packing around in these pants of yours, and my husband gets the extreme pleasure of watching it all happen. What do you think?”
Caden looked between her and Ken, assessing what they offered. “And there’s no touching between me and him?”
“Of course not, especially if you’re not into that.” Now, if Caden were into that, Ken would probably do more than watch in the beginning. “Why don’t you come sit and get to know us. We’ll buy you a drink.”
Caden went with her to the couch she and Ken shared. Within moments they bought him another beer, and within minutes they were talking about the club, what they did, and sharing enough information to make things pleasant but without going into strange lands. Lana was familiar with this pattern. She and Ken had picked up enough subs over the years to make this a seamless transition from conversation to bedroom, assuming their intended didn’t bail on them. That sometimes happens. Came with the territory of being a swinging couple who wanted to do nothing but party and have a lot of sex with as many people as possible.
“What do you think, Bunny?” Ken asked fifteen minutes in, when Caden got up to briefly excuse himself to the restroom. That was either code for “See you!” or “I need to get ready for this bullshit.” They would find out soon enough. “The man is your type of sub.”
“If you mean hairless, muscular, and obedient, then you may be right, Husband.”
“I am usually right about these things, Wife.”
“Hmm.”
“Love,” Ken growled, wrapping his arm tightly around her, his words diving right into her ear and plummeting to her loins. “I want to see that man’s cock in every hole you’ll let him.”
“You have such a way with words, Kenny.” Yet Lana smiled, titillated. Caden was certainly handsome. Easily controlled. He would do about anything they said, and Lana already knew what she would tell him to do. Fuck me wide open for my husband. Her thighs tightened, but it wasn’t in fear. If she got aroused enough, she would be more than ready to take on that anaconda. They didn’t bite, after all.
No, they just choked and strangled. Fantastic mental image. And any hole she would allow would basically mean her pussy and mouth. I might choke on it after all.
“I like him,” she said, projecting an aura of confidence. That was easy. Following through sometimes, on the other hand, could present a problem to a woman like Lana. “I would fuck him.”
“Would? Or will?”
“Whatever you want, Kenny.”
“What I want Bunny…” He bit her ear, sending so many shudders through her body that she thought she would come right there. “Is to watch that man take on that little pussy of yours. Or would it be the other way around?”
“If he’s good, then it would be a very mutual endeavor. As you know, dear husband who has fucked me a thousand times, it takes two to make a good, clean entrance in there.”
“I’ll do my best to make sure you are properly ready.”
“If you touch me, it would be as my sub. Otherwise that guy won’t stay hard.”
“I have a hard time believing that. One look at you makes me hard.”
“That’s you, though. You’re not some run of the mill sub running around here looking for pussy to put him in his place.”
“Thank God. I think that would get tiring after a while at my age. I’m not twenty-two like our young friend… who is coming back now.”
They finished their drinks. Ken got up to find an assistant to help them get a room, and Lana went into Domme overdrive.
“Caden, sweetheart,” she said, joining him on his loveseat and putting her hand on his bare shoulder. “Tell me you want what I’m offering you.”
“I do, Mistress.”
“Good. As soon as my husband gets back, we’ll take this show on the road.” She tipped Caden’s chin toward her and kissed him.
It wasn’t a gentle peck. It wasn’t even flirting. Lana was going to eat this brute alive, so help her God. Not just up top… nope. She was going to inhale him through every orifice that could stand it. She would do it for herself… and she would do it for her kinky husband, wherever he was.
Caden was the type of kisser who deferred to her strength. And Lana had a lot of strength, especially when it came to turning her husband on. Like now, when he reappeared behind her, rubbing her shoulder and whispering that he had a key with their names on it.
Lana took the lead. After all, she was the one in charge of this situation. Why am I so into this? Usually she would be nervous. She knew how much it could potentially hurt – but also feel good. It’s because I really do want to cuckold my husband. She was into the idea of forcing him to watch her take on another man. A man she picked up and decided to fuck, with or without him. This husband of hers – the one who was possibly cheating on her – wouldn’t know what to do with himself with the tables turned. How would Ken really react to Caden doing his wife? That would tell her a lot more than an unreliable witness like Roberta the chef.
“Look at you,” Ken said, taking his wife into his arms the moment they entered the private room. Caden lingered in the hallway, nodding to other couples and singles passing by, some of them lethargic from lovemaking and others giddy with anticipation. It was that kind of energy that made Lana so bubbly in places like The Dark Hour. “You’re the hottest woman in this club. And I’m going to watch you own that.”
Lana pushed him toward a chair on the side of the room. “Sit down,” she commanded softly. Ken landed with a huff, his eyes fixated on her figure. “Now be a good boy and watch your wife work.” And be worked. She didn’t remind her husband of that.
Caden entered, shutting the door behind him.
“You,” Lana said, snapping her fingers and pointing to the plain bed in the middle of the dimly lit room. “There.”
This should’ve been one of the hottest nights of the year. And it would’ve been, if Lana’s worries weren’t hanging over her like a foul shadow. She looked at her husband, as she sat on the edge of the bed with Caden, wondering what he was really thinking. Did he mean what he said about her being the hottest woman in the club? Probably. That didn’t mean he thought she was the hottest woman in the world. Or maybe he did. That still didn’t mean he wasn’t going elsewhere for other hot women.
Well, now it was Lana’s turn to change those tides. She knew how to work her husband. She knew what he liked to see…
She went into this situation determ
ined to have sex despite her husband. Or maybe in spite of him! Yet as she pulled Caden to her, she caught a glimpse of Ken in his chair, smoking his electronic cigarette and giving her a look that said, “You’re hot, honey. Glad I married you.”
All the ice around her heart melted. Lana saw the man she loved. The man she wanted to keep pleasing. The man she was afraid of losing, whether through design or through her own machinations.
“Keep your hands off me.” Before, Lana was ready to rub herself all over this man, to give her husband a taste of his own supposed medicine. But when she felt that tug at her heart, she no longer wanted Caden as a person. She wanted him as a body. Lana was telling the truth when she said she wanted a man with one function only. Well, she would damn well treat him that way. And knowing most male subs around that club, he would love it as long as he got what he ultimately wanted.
Her.
A few curt words.
Everything in between.
Sex.
Lana didn’t offer any paddles, crops, whips, or cock rings. She did, however, offer a scenario that made most men she encountered too excited to bear. Hence the hard cock she encountered when she opened those tight jeans and unleashed the very thing that made her legs push together.
“Well, look at this.” Lana had no shame grabbing Caden’s shaft and showing off his ridiculous erection. The man wasn’t just well endowed. He was a behemoth. Even the most hardened Domme would raise her eyebrows and get out extra lube from looking at that thing.
And Caden knew he had something unusual. He grinned at the way Lana looked at him. He even spared Ken a glance, the man with a perfect poker face. What he thought of Caden and what he was going to do to the woman of the room? Not even Lana was 100% sure anymore.
“You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” While Lana cooed in her new man’s ear, she sent the old one a signal they had used a hundred times over the years: she held up her left hand, wrapping her other hand around it and gesturing until Ken reached into the condom bowl and tossed his wife one. She almost missed it. “You wanna fuck me with that cock, Big Boy?”
Whether sub or Dom, men couldn’t keep themselves from smirking like they owned the universe when women asked them that question. “If it pleases you, Mistress.”
“Not just me. You need to please my husband too. He wants to see me fuck huge cock. You’ll see why soon enough. First…” She unbuttoned the front of her blouse, letting her breasts fall free from their casements so the warm, inviting air perked her nipples and let her feel a new wave of arousal through her body. She would need all the inspiration she could get. “You need to please me and get me wet. Can you do that, Big Boy?’
She spent this whole time stroking his length, in awe over how big he grew in those few moments. This man could be a porn star. Shave him all clean and pretty, fluff him off set, and then sick him on a little hot young thing who had a pre-stretched pussy. That’s not me. The idea made the whole situation hotter. Caden could have any woman he wanted with this monster. Yet he decided to go with Lana… and her husband. Even if the men never touched, there was no denying that they were both a part of this experience.
“You got it all under control, hon?” Ken asked from his chair. He continued to smoke, his eyes never leaving his wife’s form. I can feel his adoration from here. The feeling she felt for over ten years now. Maybe he really did still love her that much…
“Control? I always have everything under control.” Lana ran her hands across her nipples and then Caden’s hard, strong chest. Ah, youth. “I’m not opposed to you egging me on, though, dearest husband.”
“I always knew you loved the sound of my voice.”
Lana leaned down, licking her fingers and wetting the head of Caden’s cock. Whelp, time to break my jaw. “Don’t be a stranger over there.”
What Caden thought of this… who cared? The man was about to get a blowjob from an aggressive woman. He had nothing to complain about.
“Look at you go,” Ken said in a soft drawl. “Nobody sucks cock like my beautiful wife.”
Spurred on by her husband’s comment, Lana sucked on the tip of Caden’s cock. “And look at my husband,” she murmured on another man’s dick. “Watching his wife play the whore.”
“Honey, when my cock is a rod in my pants, you can be as loose as you damn well please.”
She dared him. “And when your cock isn’t a rod?” Caden’s scent was starting to get overwhelming, which was distracting, since Lana wanted to concentrate on her husband’s presence.
“Even when it’s not a rod, baby.”
Sure.
“Fuck,” Caden groaned, his hips thrusting slightly upward as Lana attempted to take more of his thick girth into her mouth. “I mean… forgive me, Mistress.”
“She’s busy,” Ken barked. “Be quiet.”
Be still, my loins. Even when she was also in charge, she could never get enough of Ken’s Dom voice. It made her bolder, opening her mouth to take in as much as she could.
It hurt. It was uncomfortable. But it was so hot that she knew she didn’t want to do anything else right now.
“That’s right, baby. Take that man’s cock.”
Oh, she would. She could only go down halfway, but by then Caden had filled her mouth and half her throat. This is so ridiculous. Her hand wrapped around the base of the man’s shaft, squeezing, stroking, trying to get him to the point of coming but not quite. He better not blow his load before I fuck him…
Before she could do that, she had to make sure she was wet enough. As she sucked, stroked, and pushed her body to strange limits, Lana reached between her legs and tested her current state of arousal. It had begun, but was nowhere near where it needed to be.
Ken must have noticed this as well, for he said, “You are so hot, Lana. When they say the word maneater, they are talking about you, in every sense of it.”
His deep voice sent liquid down her fingers. Lana pressed one into her slit, touching her clit and feeling shivers take her over. She sent her husband, still sitting as if he were the most disinterested man in the world, a glare that would hopefully encourage him to continue.
“How did I get so lucky having a woman like you for my wife? It’s ridiculous how perfect you are for me. Not only are you absolutely stunning, but you share all of my appetites. You’re strong, you’re resilient, you don’t take any shit when it’s flung at you. Watching you scare men into submission, literally and figuratively, is the hottest thing alive. Whether I’m letting you on top of me or slamming my cock into you from behind, all I can think about is how much I love you and want to do this forever.”
She believed him. That belief not only made her quiver from head to toe, but it made her lift her lips from Caden and say, “Do you wanna take me right now, Kenneth? While I devour this huge cock?”
“Do I? Yes. Fuck, yes. I want to pull you onto my cock while you suck that guy’s. I want to see that pretty black outfit and blond hair in the most exquisite spit roast in the world. We’d live like kings.”
Lana laughed. Caden wasn’t laughing. He was leaning back, dying from the oral stimulation his Mistress provided.
“Except I won’t right now. Because I want you a very specific way before I take you. I want to see that stranger you barely know fuck you wide open. I want to see the sweet agony on your face as you struggle to take that ridiculous thing.”
Why am I so wet? Normally this kind of banter didn’t get her this wet. Not as much as performing for her husband did. Yet there was something in Ken’s voice, in his words and mannerisms – or lack thereof – that made her so damn hot that she could barely control herself. She wanted to slip one, two fingers into her body, fucking herself until she came, moaning uncontrollably on this man. Not very practical, however. Especially when she had other things to accomplish that night.
That still didn’t explain why she felt the way she did.
Because he’s dominating me. That realization settle
d in like a plague in her mind. She may be controlling Caden, but Ken was controlling her. This was his scenario. His fantasy.
This all played into the mind games he orchestrated.
He wanted to see his wife, Lana, be debased and God knew what else with this total stranger with a huge dick she couldn’t take on most nights, let alone tonight.
He wanted to hear her cry out in pleasure, in pain. He wanted to watch her go to another plane of existence, with or without him. For the love of all that was good and pure, Ken Andrews wanted to watch his wife get fucked, not fuck!
There was a difference. A difference Lana was apparently more than ready to play into as she felt arousal drip down her fingers. She was as ready as she was going to get.
“All right, Big Boy,” she said, sitting up and slapping the inside of Caden’s thigh. “You’ve been so good and such a perfect sport. It’s time for you to claim your prize.”
Before she could draw her knees onto the bed and get into position, however, her husband ripped off his tie and tossed it to her. “He doesn’t get to look at you,” he said, stern. “Only I do.”
Quivers. Quivers.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“That’s my girl.”
His girl. Even now, so many years later, it sometimes felt too good to be true. How could this man be so in love with her? Was it real? Lana didn’t often believe in fate, but if such a thing brought her together with her husband, than she was willing to trust it for at least one more night.
Tonight, she belonged to him. She didn’t need a collar or wedding vows to prove that to herself and the world.
I want to please him. I want acceptance. Lana looped her husband’s tie around Caden’s face, blindfolding him. At this point, Caden would agree to about anything, let alone a little sensory deprecation. The moment the man could no longer see her, Lana ripped open the condom package… and laughed.
“Excuse me, sir,” she said, tossing the unused condom into the trash across the room. I should’ve been a basketball player. “You are seriously underestimating this man.”
Ken reached into the condom bowl again, this time pulling out a bigger size. “I was hoping you would say that.”
