I stepped into the kitchen about to demand they leave. Before I could speak, Brooke gasped in time with her thrusts, “Honey… Cindy and Gary… invited us… to go… with them… to a cute… little… B&B… they know… up North… this weekend… Their treat…, well Ellas… I… accepted… for us… We haven’t… gone… on a… romantic… weekend… in so… long…”
“How did that lead to you fucking Gary… again?” I asked like it was normal to wake up and find your wife fucking another man in your kitchen as his girlfriend ate your breakfast.
“They offered… to pay… for us… I had… to… thank… them… You should… have… woken up… twenty… minutes… ago… I was… under the… table… eating… Cindy… she’s… delicious…” I almost wept at those words. Not because she would spend the weekend fucking Cindy and Gary while I went bird watching or learned macrame. It was because I missed her first girl-on-girl encounter. It was something she wanted to try and promised she would let me watch when we found the right person. Then again, she promised to forsake all others too, and well you know what happened there.
I looked over at Cindy who sat there and nibbled at the bagel. I let out a strangled cry when she wiped some white cream from her face and her moist, pink, plump tongue slipped past her lips and lightly swiped the cream cheese off her finger. As I watched she lifted her left hand from under the table. On her ring finger, there was a contraption I’d never seen before. Even though I was unfamiliar with it, I knew what it was, and who it was for. I didn’t even wait for her to tell me to move. I walked over to her and stood in front of her. Within seconds my cock was locked in the cage. She pointed at the floor, and I dropped to my knees.
“Your wife has exceptional oral skills. But I made her stop before she finished me. I need a release. I haven’t cum since Ella fucked me yesterday. Eat me, and if you do a decent job, I’ll give you a treat. She turned in her chair, so she faced me. She opened her legs and I saw her lower half was nude and there was a trail of cream on her thighs. Her arousal filled my nose from several feet away. I walked on my knees between her spread legs and began to kiss and lick her thighs. From this position, I could see Brooke’s pussy swallow Gary’s monster cock and when she slid up, I could see it glisten with her cream.
I tried to ignore that delectable sight and concentrate and giving Cindy the orgasm she craved. I used every trick I knew, things I learned reading my mom’s Cosmos and dad’s Playboys in high school. I used every trick I knew. No matter what I tried she didn’t cum. I felt someone yank my hair and pull my head away from Cindy’s slit. I looked up and Cindy glared at me. “You suck at licking. I’m going to have to teach you how to pleasure a woman. If you fuck as bad as you eat cunt it’s no wonder, it was so easy to get Brooke to fuck other cocks.” My face burned with shame.
Cindy held up two keys and showed them to me. “These are the keys to your cock cage. If you had done a good job, I would’ve given one to Brooke and let her, give you a mercy fuck one day this week. Since you can’t please me, no cummies for you. She took an envelope out of her purse and showed me the address. It was a quaint little town about four hours North, known for its romantic restaurants, scenic trails, and numerous B&B’s. She put both keys inside it and licked the flap. She pressed it against the table to seal it, and handed it to me. “Be a dear and put this in your mailbox.”
I wanted to argue but instead murmured, “yes Mistress.” Without giving it another thought I walked out my front door to the curb, wearing only the cock cage, and put the envelope in the mailbox. I knew what this meant. The cock cage was not coming off until next weekend. Seven long tortuous days I had to suffer through without an erection or orgasm. I groaned in frustration as I walked into my house in time to see Gary fill Brooke with his cum, again. I went to get myself something to eat, and heard Brooke tell Gary, “I took my temperature this morning, I’m fertile.”
That was the start of our hotwife and cuckold adventures. Brooke is about to have our fourth child, and I know none of them are mine. She still sees Gary and Cindy a few times a week, while I stay home with the kids. Occasionally I get a picture of them having fun. If I’m really good, I get to sit in a closet and watch as Brooke fucks one of her many lovers. Mistress allows Brooke to give me four orgasms a year. Our anniversary, Christmas, My Birthday, and one on a day of her choice. I hate how much I love our life.
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