by Derrin Hart
Before we knew it our GPS had led us to the private house. The hosts were friendly and seemed laid-back. She was an attractive nude with tiny breasts and shaven bald below. Her hair was very short, dark and spiked. Overall her look was kind of a smack in the face. Her guy was straight out of the ’80s. He had long brown hair, a beard, and a spunky attitude. It was quite the greeting.
Inside, various couples were gathered around a buffet table. We noticed a few single men, none of them black. Everyone had on the required sports tops. It was kind of sexy seeing all the ladies in tops with no pants on. We’d had no time to change and still wore our street clothes. The trip had taken longer than expected and I guess we were the last guests to arrive.
We were escorted about the place by our hosts. When Sharee the female grabbed my hand, I asked, a big smile on my face, “Where’s your jersey?”
“Oh dear,” she said, clapping a hand over her mouth in mock dismay, “I must have forgotten to put it on.”
Daryl her companion added, “She left it on the countertop back there. She’s definitely one for shock value.” We visited a game room, private bedrooms, and an open playroom for larger group fun. Upstairs we saw more playrooms of a private nature and another larger room. Lastly we were shown the dungeon, which offered a bondage type atmosphere with tools of restraint and other oddities.
We made our way back to the other guests. We changed into our jerseys in the bathroom and before long were in the mix. I loved seeing my wife in her small panties and Red Sox top. The other guests were friendly enough and we particularly took to one couple who seemed to have more personality than the others. They laughed and joked a lot, sharing a witty rapport you didn’t encounter much outside of the movies.
Sharee and Daryl announced that all the party rooms were now open and the rest of the evening was ours to enjoy. “Sharee is so turned on,” Daryl said, “that she’s asking for anyone interested to join us below in the dungeon. She wants to be punished already for not wearing her team colors.” Several people promptly headed downstairs.
We remained talking with Trisha and Donald, our newest friends. Trish wore a Yankees top and Don, a Phillies top. His boxers were blue like mine. I couldn’t stop staring at Trisha’s black thong.
With her long dark hair, Trisha reminded me of Morticia Addams from the television series; her man Don was more the physical therapist type. He was on the short side, balding yet muscular and in good physical shape. His big blue eyes made him look decent enough. Trish at me and then addressed the three of us. “See something you like?” She winked at Catherine.
With a bitter laugh, Catherine blurted out, “He looks but that’s about it.”
Donald seemed curious. “What does that mean?”
I grabbed a beer from the ice bucket on the table and waited for an explanation.
Catherine held nothing back. “Michael is a good husband but he’s no longer capable of making … well … no longer my sole provider of pleasure.”
The couple beside us shifted about restlessly, their curious eyes wanting to know more. No one spoke. Trisha broke the silence by grabbing Cat’s hand and saying, “We need to talk.” Then she led my wife away, leaving Don and me alone. We looked at each other and I got the feeling he was in the same boat.
“So,” I said, “let me guess … are you a cuckold too?”
He looked as if he had no idea what I meant. “Cuckold, what does that mean?”
I was amazed he had never heard the term. The cat was out of the bag, so I decided there was no point in mincing words. “My wife and I have an interesting relationship. She is my key holder, or ‘Mistress,’ so to speak.”
Don again seemed puzzled. “Mistress?”
“Well, not my so-called mistress, but my … ahhh … I don’t know how to put it. She’s in charge, a Dominant wife. I’m her sissy boy with the little penis and I do as she says.”
His eyes widened. “Are you serious, man?” he said.
We sipped our beers and just stood there. Finally he broke the silence. “So why are you guys here?”
I cleared my throat. “Cat wants to play and have fun. I like to see her play and have fun.”
“I see.” He added quickly, “Well I’m no pushover.”
I almost rolled my eyes. For God’s sake, I thought, this is going nowhere.
Fortunately the ladies returned and took over. Trisha took both Don and me by the arms. “You guys are coming with us. We have lots to do and we’re a match made in heaven.”
She led us all to a private room upstairs. There I asked Catherine, “What’s going on?”
“Just relax honey,” she said. “Trish and Don are swingers; they like to party. Both of them have always wanted to have a threesome with another woman.” I shrugged, knowing I didn’t have a say in any case. She threw up her hands and added, “The Yankees and Red Sox are about to go at it darlin’. You can just sit back and watch.”
Don was all for it and the three of them joined together on the big bed. I settled into a small chair and did nothing. The girls made it a contest from the get-go. The Sox were taking on Yankees all the way. Don was naked in a heartbeat. His cock sprung out erect and with good girth. The girls double teamed his member and had a suck off. He was in heaven.
I sat and watched. Trisha invited me to join in and come over to the bed, crooking her finger teasingly. I shook my head.
Don’s cock swelled even more and grew inches to make a good-sized specimen. A heck of a threesome followed with action in all areas of sex play. Catherine was the center of the fun next. Both Don and Trisha devoured her small body, licking and nibbling all her erotic hot spots. Heads side by side, they ate her pussy. They sucked her nipples with tag team work. Donald eventually mounted her by now puffed-up cunt. Her twat lips were so big the couple kept looking at each other in amazement. When he pushed in, Catherine said, “Ohhhh baby, sooooooo good,” and erupted in a series of moans. “Fuck me, oh yes, give it to me!”
Trisha loved seeing the action and guided her husband’s swollen prick into my wife. In between grabbing her man’s shaft, she licked Cat’s nipples and kissed her lips.
Next Don took his own wife from behind. She bucked and swayed like a wild bronco. Catherine had Trisha between her legs the entire time. She felt the frantic movements while taking a cunt lapping from her new girlfriend. Orgasms followed quickly, one after another. The three of them collapsed in a pile of glistening skin. I remained in my own little corner.
Trisha still wanted me to come to the bed. In fact she demanded it. Catherine looked to me doubtfully but then broke down and let me have it. “You heard her, darlin’, get your ass over here. Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
I did as I was told, embarrassed but horny. I stood before them all now, nude, save for my chastity device. Donald and his wife both stared at my little pee-pee, locked up before them.
Catherine took over. “He’s my little cuck boy,” she insisted. Mike is what you call a slave, or better yet a servant, now.”
Trish cocked her head, trying to make sense of it all. “What exactly does that mean?”
Don shook his head, pitying me. Come on, I thought, my body isn’t that bad! I work out, eat well, and look okay for my age.
My wife stuck it to me. “He is worthless in bed, has a teeny prick and it doesn’t work half the time. Plus, he’s done bad things and must now do what I say, when I say it.”
“Do you ever take that thing off?” Don asked with a sour expression.
I was about to speak but Cat again took center stage. “He gets to release himself when I say he can.” Smirking, she added, “He needs to earn such a privilege these days.”
Catherine took the key from her neck and brandished it for all to see. She undid its clasp and held it before me. “Would you like a milking tonight, dear?” she asked fiddling with the key.
I was overjoyed, nodding my head up and down. “Yes, honey,” I said.
“Call me Mistress!” Cat dem
anded, slapping me across the face.
“Yes Mistress,” I replied.
She turned the key in the lock and tube and released the circle ring around my balls. I was free! She then went to her purse and with a newly grabbed clean wipe brushed my sexual organ region clean.
Our new friends watched in awe. Trisha could not hold back her thoughts. “He is so small, so little … SO TINY!”
Don her husband said, “Gee, Mike, I feel bad for you. But at least you have a hot southern belle for a wife.”
My cock was flaccid, but to my delight both the Red Sox and Yankee girls pulled me on the bed and sucked me. It was a thrill to have two pretty ladies take me together. I was just about to splat my load when they abruptly stopped.
Catherine pulled Trish away and laid out the terms for our friends. ‘‘He is currently not allowed to cum in this manner. He gets milked now in doggie fashion only. Turn over, Michael.”
I obeyed. I had to take what I could get.
Catherine reached between my legs and started stroking my cock and balls. It felt so good. She had Trish take over and again I was nearing climax. Cat went to her purse and grabbed something I could not make out.
She then said, “Don would you like to fuck my husband in the ass?”
I went instantly soft, but Trish kept stroking.
“Ahhh,” Don hemmed and hawed, “I’m not into that, really.”
What a relief! I thought.
“I had a feeling you’d say that,” Cat said, and passed a purple jelly dildo and harness to Trish. “Trish, you’ll have to do the honors.” Smearing lube on my ass, Catherine helped her new pal to take me. Trish pushed the dildo into my butt and it split me hard. Catherine stroked my cock as I was fucked from behind. It was embarrassing yet I was again hard and in no time coming fully with a great burst of ejaculation.
“Ohhhhh, urrrrrrr!” I cried out.
Trish got a kick out of me being the obedient slave hubby and Don well, Don was still somewhat in shock. We dressed after I was again locked away. So much confusion danced in my head. What had I become?
Chapter Nineteen
A day later I was at home alone, sitting under a shady old tree and reviewing my life. My job was still good. I made a lot of money and worked hard. The computer field still offered an endless supply of work, mostly in fixing other peoples’ problems and setting up systems for large companies. I had two great kids—Danny, my basketball junkie, and Jasmine, my sweet, beautiful ballerina. My stepchildren, Julie and Jenny, had bonded with me and I was enjoying both of them as well. Catherine my wife looked great for a mature woman—way younger than her years and with a sexy little body that just wouldn’t quit. Her ex-husband Colt had warned me that she was insatiable and I could not disagree. Yet, deep within, I liked my cuckold role, which seemed suitable for my situation. Getting old with a small dick sucked!
The girls were getting older now too and were courting what Catherine called “gentlemen callers” at our so-called plantation. So now it had to be outside play. Recently, a client of mine had mentioned an adult movie theater located in a nearby town. I was thinking that it might provide a good night out. I was excited about the prospect and as soon as I got home, I rushed to tell Catherine. She must have been in the bathroom and without thinking I busted in ready to relay the theater info. Julie our teenager stood nude from the waist up, messing with her makeup in the mirror. She was shell-shocked and I was flabbergasted myself. I quickly apologized and shut the door. She should have had it locked, for Christ’s sake! God oh God I had seen her firm 34Ds again; she made mommy look like the little girl. I hoped for no consequences.
I was lucky because when we finally talked, Catherine said nothing. Her daughter had evidently decided not to report the incident. Cat loved the theater idea, and we made plans to see a show in the coming weeks.
I still worried that Julie would eventually say something, and my fears were realized a few days later. “So Mike,” Julie said with a smirk, “do you not believe in knocking? If I tell Mom, you’ll pay big-time.”
She had me right where she wanted me.
“Do you not know to lock the darn door?” I countered.
She nodded like she’d play my game and was about to say more when her sister walked in the kitchen and interrupted our conversation, mentioning a jiu-jitsu tournament coming Saturday.
We attended the tournament as a family, cheering Jenny on as she won three matches before losing the final bout. Afterward, we celebrated her victories with a great Italian meal in one of those kitschy theme restaurants with long tables, checkered tablecloths, and candles in Chianti bottles.
Once we were back home and the girls were asleep, I hoped and prayed my member would be set free. Catherine slipped under the covers, giving me a good look at her tiny white tank top and sky blue bikini panties. We talked about the day’s events and I eventually got up the nerve to ask for milking. She was not interested in going through the motions. “Honey, after all you’ve done—I said it earlier in the month—the only way right now is for you to take it … you know, in the backside. It’s your punishment.”
I was mad and wanted that “punishment” to stop. “Cat, can we get past that, please?” I tried to cuddle and kiss her but she pushed me away.
“Listen, you rascal, go down on me and make me happy. Then we’ll see.”
I immediately moved down her body, sliding her panties off and licking her flower. The lips began to swell and parted, revealing her fountain of nectar.
She grabbed my head to keep me from stopping. I devoured her loins and lapped her cunt until I could hardly breathe. She was panting heavily now. “Oh Lord … Michael, I wish you had a real cock to fuck me good.” She grabbed me again and said, “Well, don’t stop!”
I went back to work. I traced our names on her clit. I licked up and down for one hundred flicks of my darting tongue. She finally exploded in orgasm, crying out in pleasure. I had done well. She even complimented me. “Michael, oh Michael, you do that so good!” She cuddled closer, gave me a squeeze, and added, “I love you, my husband. You’re such a good man. I’ll let you out at that adult theater.”
And so the evening of our theater adventure was upon us. Julie was old enough to watch Jenny as long as no friends came over. We’d have to check in regularly. We told them the plan was dinner and a movie—no mention as to the adult nature of the theater.
I watched while Catherine dressed for the evening. She slipped into white bikini panties with a big pink heart on the butt. The sides were double-stringed and connected by small rhinestones. Her bra was white with colored polka dots. She always preferred Victoria’s Secret undergarments.
She clipped in a diamond-shaped belly ring, sprayed herself liberally with perfume and colored her toes and fingernails bright pink. Her blouse was a light-blue button-down style with a collar, and she chose a pencil skirt in darker blue and black heels. Everything was skintight, of course. As a final touch she fastened the chain that held my key around her neck. My key holder was ready to roll and we slipped out with as little fuss as possible.
The drive was easy enough and after about an hour we stopped for dinner at a quaint little place we had spotted roadside.
A few guys in softball uniforms occupied one table, enjoying a post-game meal and a few beers. All eyes were on my Cat. Men are so funny like that. We can almost smell pussy. If we see a shape we like our desire meter goes shooting up and our cocks think, “Passageway!”
These guys were constantly looking over at our table. “You have admirers, honey,” I said, pointing at the group. She blushed, smiled, and glanced over at them. The waitress took our order: a steak tip entrée for me and a raspberry chicken salad for Catherine. Our liquid courage was margaritas and before long we were both on our second drinks. Already giddy, Catherine excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. The heads of the four guys in uniforms spun about to savor her little prance to the restroom.
Once she returned we finished off our sup
per and prepared to exit the diner. I had scribbled a note on a napkin while Cat had been in the bathroom and made sure to drop it off as we passed the table of male onlookers. It read, “Hello guys, we will be at the adult theater down the block, join us for pleasure!” I didn’t catch their reaction.
The place was easy enough to find, and we pulled in twenty minutes before show time. We chatted and I told Catherine that I had been happier and more at peace as of late. She welcomed my words and also expressed her own happiness. “Mike, we have found a good place for us. Just always know that I love you!”
I was the one blushing now, and I kissed her cheek. “This thing tonight has to come off, though, okay?”
She winked and replied, “We shall see!”
There were only a few cars in the parking lot. The lobby was dark, and it took a while for our eyes to adjust. One man worked the front counter, and he greeted us with a smirk. As he took our money, he pointed at the concession booth, which offered popcorn, a few choices of oversized candy bars, and a cooler of soda and bottled water. We shook our heads. The man had a long, creepy face and wispy gray hair tied back in a ponytail.
We entered the main viewing room. There were three men within, seated in different spots. We sat in the back, in the darkest section. The whole area was poorly lit.
The film was called The Summer of Pleasure, and it was about a couple cavorting with a sexy third partner while on vacation in Spain. I cared little what the film was about. After it began, I wasted no time in slipping my hand up Cat’s skirt and fingering her expectant pussy. Her massive twat lips quickly grew and grew until they had wings. She started moaning. After I teased her clit and fingered her for nearly ten minutes, she was on the edge. I had looked over the three guys; they were not top of the line. One looked okay, so I pointed him out to Cat, asking if she wanted him to come over. She did not hesitate, saying with a gasp, “Yes, Mike, go get him. Hurry up, I’m on fire here.”
