I didn’t stop sucking, and my mouth rapidly filled with thick, warm, tasty cum. I swallowed the first dose, because Isaac was, still is, a really heavy cummer. He shot another three or four pulses into my mouth, and almost immediately I felt his cock beginning to shrivel.
I cleaned him up as best as I could, and released him. He tucked his cock back into his trousers and we cuddled.
“What a great night!” he murmured in my ear.
“What you mean is ‘What a great start to a night’,” I corrected him, and we both laughed. There was no way either of us was going straight to sleep when we got home.
All three of us went straight up to my bedroom as soon as we got home. Richard was allowed to sit in the cuckold’s chair as Isaac and I undressed one another. We both used my cuckold’s mouth to prepare ourselves for a night’s fucking.
When Richard was tonguing me, I felt the urge to piss, so he got an hors d’oeuvres before his main course of cream pie. Having eaten that he was sent to the spare room then. And Isaac sent me to sleep with a sore cunt and an arseful of cum, which I decided I’d feed to the cuckold in the morning.
Saturday dawned, and Isaac and I eventually made our way downstairs for breakfast via the shower, after a gorgeous early morning sixty nine and a cuntful of cum for me. Richard had prepared our breakfast, and I ate mine sitting in my special kitchen chair, which allowed me to feed my cuckold at the same time. He gratefully ate his first cream pie of the day, and then set about rimming my arsehole, and cleaning out the crust of cum around my pucker that Isaac had left there before we went to sleep last night.
Whilst Richard did the weekend shopping, Isaac and I lolled around the house, kissing and cuddling and acting like horny teenagers. The phone rang whilst Isaac was teasing me with some long, slow cunt licks, but as it was one of my neighbours who shares the same lifestyle as me, I didn’t insist on him stopping whilst I chatted with Hilary.
“Have you heard?” she asked, after we’d exchanged greetings. “There’s a slave auction down at the club tonight. It was scheduled to be held in Middleham (our neighbouring town), but they’ve discovered dry rot in the dungeon playroom, and the club is closed for renovations. So they’ve transferred the event to our club.”
I must have not made the correct enthusiastic response, because Hilary began again, even more enthusiastically this time.
“Look, I know neither you nor I are in the market for a slave,” she began, “but Freddie is coming to stay for the night, and I thought I’d get him in the mood by taking him down to the club for a couple of hours.”
Freddie was Hilary’s current lover, and from what the gossip on the Hot Wife grapevine was telling me, unless he upped his game somewhat, she’d soon be in the market for a replacement. Despite being in her early sixties, her appetite for being fucked was voracious. If ever there was an open night down at the club, Hilary was always first in the queue for a gang bang, and it wasn’t unusual for Neville, her cuckold, to have to eat a dozen cream pies during the course of the evening. Like most cuckold husbands, Neville adored seeing his Hot Wife being fucked, and he never complained about the amount of cum he was required to clean out of his Hot Wife’s cunt and arse.
I looked at Isaac, who was still licking my cunt, although by now, my clit had woken up again and was peeping out from underneath her hood.
“Club tonight?” I murmured to him, and he nodded enthusiastically and got to work on my clit. I moaned, loving the way his long, hot tongue rasped against my sensitive little bud.
“Are you fingering yourself?” asked Hilary, annoyed that I wasn’t giving her my full attention.
“No, of course not,” I replied truthfully. Another moan escaped my lips as Isaac nibbled my clit and sucked it into his mouth. “Isaac is muffing my clit and… oh fuck! Yeah! Do that again, darling… Oh!…Mmmm… that’s gorgeous.”
I couldn’t get my words out any longer and Hilary giggled.
“You lucky bitch!” she said softly, and I could picture her smiling as she said it. “I’ll leave you to enjoy Isaac’s tongue. Tell him he can call round when he’s finished with you. I’ve got a cunt that needs a good seeing-to as well!”
Isaac was still at it when Richard came home with the shopping. My cuckold didn’t interrupt us, of course. He put the shopping away and stayed in the kitchen until I’d summoned up enough breath to recover from the gazillion or so orgasms Isaac had brought on. I called Richard into the conservatory.
“Isaac wants a round of golf this afternoon,” I informed my cuckold. “If you make me a quick sandwich now, you and he can bugger off and chase your silly little balls around the course. I’ll milk you when you get back. And don’t be late. Isaac and I are taking you down to the club tonight. There’s some sort of event on, according to Hilary. Any questions?”
“Yes dear,” replied Richard. “What would you like in your sandwich?”
Later that afternoon, Richard presented himself for milking. Isaac excused himself, and went to have a shower. I didn’t object. Milking is a serious business, and I love my cuckold a great deal. I keep him in chastity because I like to demonstrate that I am in charge in this marriage. But a doctor friend of mine, who also happens to be a Hot Wife, advised me that draining my cuckold’s balls regularly will prevent complications to his health.