Four couples and one Mgtow share a warm pool under snow
TAGS: exhibitionism, harness, pregnant, office spouse, Mgtow, removed breast, co-workers, pegging, no-cuckold, facial.
*** A contribution to the Winter Holidays Story Contest 2022. Remember to vote, not only this tale but the one you liked best.
A group of co-worker chemists (all naturists) spends a weekend at a mountain mansion with a large Jacuzzi hot tub. The mansion often hosts the lesbian orgies of the Company Chairwoman, but in this tale, the group consists of monogamous couples who will not unleash a wild orgy (although they will have sex under the gaze of others).
I warn the in-a-hurry reader that the first chapter will be less exciting than usual, but it is to build up the mood.
Any constructive comments will be welcome.
Some characters were already present in an earlier story of mine “Work Prize: office spouse Mgtow”, but it is not necessary to have read it to understand what happens in this tale.
English is not my mother tongue and there may be some lexical or grammatical errors. Please enjoy the idea more than the grammar. ***
Introduction.
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I was asleep. But I could hear my wife’s voice giggling, and her sweet little foot on my hardening cock.
“Wake up, Luigi, if you wake up I’ll give you a kiss…” and she giggled like a brat.
“Let me sleep five more minutes, Marina…”
“Come on, Luigi, don’t you want to see how I prepared your wife to welcome guests?”
It was Wolfgang’s voice! My wife’s bloody, obnoxious assistant, the so-called «office husband» of her!
I got up immediately. My wife giggled, completely naked at the edge of the large pool, exposing her entire body, from nipple to clitoris, to Wolfgang’s eyes (only the eyes?)!
A prudish woman would have covered her chest and pussy with her hands: but my wife had become a genuine exhibitionist, and she was not content to be seen naked by her co-workers. Marina had her wrists cuffed behind her back, with three pairs of manacles hooked to a leather harness.
What had those two «office spouses» been doing while I slept on the deck chair, lulled by the sound of bubbles from the warm Jacuzzi?
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Chapter 1. Once upon a time, there was a little house in the woods.
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Once upon a time, there was a little house in the woods, full of good things to eat.
It might sound like the beginning of the fairy tale of Hansel and Gretel, or even Snow White; or other medieval fairy tales.
Even the pool for the collective bathing of guests resembled a medieval dream: the «Fountain of Eternal Youth», painted by great painters as a garden where naked men and women ate, drank, and indulged in shared pleasures for an endless time.
My wife Marina was a brilliant scientist heading a team, in a large Chemical Company based in Germany. Once, by a fortuitous chance, she and I had personally met the all-powerful Chairwoman (and heir to the Founders) of the Company, who had liked her very much. She had given some gifts to my wife and had also promised her that she would let her use the «little hideout in the mountains».
My wife took the opportunity to organize a weekend of absolute rest for her Team. They were all naturists and it would be a wonderful opportunity to rest, get to know each other better and be together in January before the stress of work began again.
The «little hideout» was not really a house: rather, it was a kind of architectural dream dedicated to shared pleasure. It was a large octagonal room, with a large hot tub in the center, able to comfortably accommodate eight people, maybe more.
Around the tub, there were loungers, mattresses, ottomans, hammocks, suspended rattan egg chairs, wide sofas with a silk dome for momentary «hiding» (but it seemed no one had ever used it!), and any other luxury item you ever saw displayed in expensive stores. The chairwoman of the Company was usually a reasonable and rational person, but when faced with the furniture choices of her personal spa she seemed to give in to the most childish whims.
Then there were three different bathrooms, located at three corners: the fourth corner was reserved for the elevator.
Large windows allowed a 360-degree view of the entire snowy mountain panorama: a bit like the mansion seen in «Charlie’s Angels 2000 the Movie»: students of architectural history know it as the «Chemosphere House» (7776 Torreyson Drive, Los Angeles).
But because this «tower» was in the center of the restaurant’s rooftop, no one could see the people inside: the chairwoman and her friends used to spend their days naked, getting in and out of the lukewarm tub. Power was provided by solar panels, and water recirculation was provided by the plumbing system of the restaurant below.
The tub had been built above a large restaurant on one of the most beautiful peaks in the Alps. An elevator could transport things and people from the restaurant to the mansion: the owner was in the habit of having the restaurant’s chefs send her catered food.
The chairwoman perhaps organized long lesbian orgies there with her girlfriends and girlfriends. I don’t know for sure.
Marina, my wife used to tell me wonderful things about this mansion. She wanted at all costs to achieve a nice weekend with the employees of her Team. Naked, of course, because naturism was part of the company policy: «zero clothes, zero secrets».
The naked truth, they say.
I do not agree 100% but I understand that it is important to them, and I try to comply. Showing myself naked does not appeal to me (and not because I am ugly or not endowed): I am reluctant because of a very prudish upbringing. They, on the other hand, are all enthusiastic about showing themselves naked: they tell me that Naturism is very deeply rooted in Austria and Germany, and maybe it’s me being too shy, I don’t know.
To reach that lavish tub mansion built above the famous restaurant on the lake (with a view of the snow-capped peaks all around) it had been necessary for me to drive the car under the snowfall, through a long road full of curves amid tall snow-covered fir trees.
The restaurant was famous, because of the magnificent view of the trout-rich lake, whereas the “mansion tub” was secret.
Christmas had passed and all the warmth and lights were gone.
Ever since I was a child I have wondered if all the lights and warmth flaunted by Christmas celebrations were not just a way of exorcising the dark and cold. Considering that Death is cold, and Life is warm. They seemed to me (as a child) to be very basic concepts, suitable for primordial civilizations.
Heat is life. Cold is death. I know that when the summer mugginess makes still people sweat one wishes for a little bit of coolness, but cold weather is death, whether at the bottom of a lake or in the snow.
Thus, as a child, I thought that the Christmas tree with the candles and lighted wreaths, the lit fireplace, and even a particular choice of colors such as bright white and flaming red were elaborate on purpose to deny the existence of winter darkness (when the night hours are much longer than the day hours).
Similarly, the warmth exhibited by families and stores at Christmas also seemed to me to be a way of denying the existence of the cold. Sugar, candy, and candied fruit, in short, are calories. A roast turkey, boiled pasta, shepherd’s pie, all warm things. Starting with the discovery of Columbus, chocolate, and coffee, obviously hot and full of sugar with its calories. Not to mention that – for alcohol drinkers – even the drinks add heat to the face and body: and consumption considered socially acceptable is greatest, especially between Christmas and New Year.
Then comes January. When I was a child I thought that January was a Giant, that his name was «Gennaro» (nickname: Genny for close friends) and that he was from Naples. Only as an adult did I find out that he was a deity of Time, with two faces on top of one head: an old face looking to the past, and a young (new) face looking to the future. The Latin name comes from the word «Ianua», which means Door: January is the month of change when we look at the past that has already ended and plan for the future that has yet to happen.
After January, the Romans dedicated a month to a deadly goddess who exterminated populations in cold and hunger: the goddess «Febris», or Fever, meaning «The Flu», not only on Saturday Night.
Today it makes us smile because we have heating, refrigerator, and medicine, but back then people died in a bad way by Flu. The ancients were afraid of winter: and I always wonder if we have really changed that much in just twenty centuries, or if on a subliminal level we are still the same monkeys as we were two thousand years ago, terrified because the daylight hours are getting shorter and because food tends to be scarce. And even though the elders try to reassure us by saying that it is just a cycle and that after two months of cold weather spring will return, I am so enteropathic and so «seasonal depressive», that I really believe that January is the end of the world: January and February are the monstrous giants Gog and Magog, who have arrived from the far Northeast to kill us all.
E in questa strada di montagna stavo ripensando a tutte queste memorie, mentre il freddo sembrava assumere una forma fisica nell’aria e nella luce del debole sole che batteva sulla neve.
My wife snored softly as she slept by my side. I drove the car while listening to a mix of Christmas music to try to warm myself up, but my heart was small. I should not have been worried: I had eaten my fill at relatives’ houses, received some gifts and given many away, and owned new scarves and gloves (as usual), new pullovers, and new jackets. And I was satiated with lots of food, with a wonderful wife who loved me. And I was driving to a warm hot tub where I would eat endless food (like in the medieval tales about a Land of Cockaigne).
So why was my forehead scowling and my knuckles pale? Why did I have this feeling of fear and claustrophobia?
The forest in the mountains was cold and inhospitable. The ancient Romans had a word that meant both Forest and Mountain («Silvae») because they felt uncomfortable in either case, much preferring the plains without woodlands. And the worst defeats, the Romans always suffered among forests and mountains.
Suddenly the forest opened up. Until then the fir trees had formed very high walls, like a Canyon of rocks. Suddenly I found myself in a wide clearing. In front of me was a very wide lake, occupying most of the valley, and to the left was the ultramodern building of a huge luxury Restaurant.
We were safe. Oops, I meant to say, we had arrived. I tried to see the glass windows of our «flat tower with jacuzzi», but from the asphalt it was invisible: they had built it in the middle of the restaurant terrace. The guests’ privacy would be total: no one would be able to see two naked girls kissing against the glass, or a man and a woman fucking in the heat with their backs exposed to the snowflakes.
Perhaps I am exaggerating, but a few minutes ago I was thinking of the giants of the Apocalypse, Gog, and Magog, and the extermination of the entire mankind. The sight of the lake and the restaurant inspired different thoughts in my mind: Land of Toys, Candyland, and the Fountain of Eternal Youth (with endless food and classy drink in profusion).
I parked the car and woke my wife with a kiss.
“Wake up, Marina: darling, we have arrived in the Earthly Paradise.”
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Chapter 2. Eight Little Indians.
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We should have been eight people that weekend, or more likely, seven and a half.
Supermarina was the boss, and I was the husband (the First Gentleman). There were a couple of chemists, husband, and wife: Karl-Heinz, hairy as a werewolf, and Birgit, with a short blond bob.
Then there was an «office couple», i.e., two people who (as they repeated) were proud to be attuned to each other: Nicoletta (a brunette with big boobs) and Dieter, a tall, fat man with very light eyes. Dieter was married but his wife could not come because the bank where she was manager had assigned her to teach a course; Nicoletta was single but had said she would come with a new boyfriend.
Seventh, Wolfgang Muller, my wife’s so-called «work husband» or «office spouse» (a concept I was having a hard time digesting), had reserved a place for a possible «companion» we knew nothing about.
My wife and I arrived at the lake before the others.
Marina introduced herself to the restaurant staff, explaining that we had permission from the Chairwoman. But before my wife even showed her the email, they reassured her: they had been advised by phone to indulge any desire of «Supermarina», whatever she wished.
We were alone in that magnificent building, but I was deadly sleepy.
I had been driving for hours, had not slept the night before, and felt a deep fatigue upon me. My wife kept saying that I could take a nap, that we would have plenty of time to make love over the weekend anyway, and I took her advice and fell asleep.
I woke up only feeling the pressure of my wife’s sweet foot on my cock. But I was too tired and for a few minutes, I remained with my eyes closed.
My wife brought her mouth closer and kissed me on the lips. “Luigi, honey, wake up, the others are coming.”
“Marina you know what I like… why don’t you take it in my mouth?” said I, with closed eyes.
“Wow, Marina, you won the bet! Boss, you are a magician, a Seer!”
It was Wolfgang’s voice! But when had he arrived? And why was he so close while my wife was stroking me with her little foot?
I opened my eyes wide.
Damn! Wolfgang and my wife were chuckling as if they had made a joke, or perhaps a rascal trick.
My nude wife was wearing only the black leather harness with the triple cuffs again: she was holding one foot on my hard cock, and laughing. Wolgang, behind her, was also naked, his cock limp.
For a moment I thought she had betrayed me. Was his cock so soft because he had just cum? How could I have known? Was the sleep I was in natural or had my wife given me a sleeping pill? All split-second thoughts. I looked at them with wide eyes.
“OH! Look, he opened his eyes wide, how funny! You were right, Wolfie, you too, you won the other bet, so we’re even, now,” my wife said, laughing.
Then turning to me, Marina said, “Don’t be jealous, Luigi. We played a joke on you, honey. I don’t want to cheat on you, and I hope this weekend will show you that Wolfie and I are not lovers. We are just two colleagues who help each other and support each other like a brother and sister.”
Wolfgang held out his hand to me with a wide smile, “Peace?”
“Peace.” I decided to trust them.
Meanwhile from the elevator came the others, greeting my wife warmly (with triple handcuffs) with long hugs and kisses on her face.
Blond bob Birgit was pregnant and had been for several months. Speaking of size, Dieter looked even fatter, and the brunette Nicoletta seemed to have even bigger boobs. Karl-Heinz (Birgit’s husband) carried all the suitcases so as not to weigh her down. They looked like such a sweet couple…
Nicoletta was very sad. “I’m sorry to sadden the festive mood, but I dumped my boyfriend yesterday. I talked to him about this weekend and he kept telling me that we are crazy and immoral. I was trying to explain to him that naturism is a healthy and wholesome thing but he kept saying that an orgy would happen here.”
Marina said, “But did you tell him he would have the opportunity to conceal himself with screens and canvas domes?”
“Of course! But I think he was embarrassed by the idea of being naked in front of so many unknown people. And men, like Dieter.”
“You mean it’s my fault?” asked Dieter who was right next to her (as always).
“No, DDD [Dear dearest Dieter], it is not your fault. It’s his fault: that he earned the honorific title of the Ex-boyfriend, period. I feel sad and lonely now, though.”
Dieter hugged her. “I’m here, Nico, don’t worry…”
I was surprised to notice that despite the embrace with Nicoletta’s big bare tits, and the meeting of his own skin against her stiff nipples, Dieter’s cock remained completely flaccid.
Maybe my wife was right: maybe there is a kind of friendship between colleagues that excludes any sexual implication. Mah.
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Chapter 3. Pregnant Pegging.
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Each couple reclined on the cushions and couches. Marina and I were closer to the elevator. Karl-Heinz and Birgit were next to us, sprawled limply on two lawn chairs. Dieter and Nicoletta were sharing a very long couch for the moment, but each was on their own side. And to my right, Wolfang was rocking from a suspended egg with cushioned pillows.
Karl-Heinz stood up straight. His cock was straight, too. He coughed to clear his throat and then said, with some hesitation, ” Co-workers, Friends, I have an announcement to make. When Birgit and I were just friends, you used to tease us, saying we would eventually get married. When we got married, you said we would have a child right away (as happened). As a joke, you said that Birgit would bugger me in front of everyone. Well, if Supermarina who is our boss allows it, Birgit would like to show you something…”
Birgit stood up. She was naked, but under her pregnant belly and above the blond tuft of her pussy showed a black leather belt, with a strapon dildo attached. The dildo was thin and violet in color, which matched the color of her fair complexion and blond hair. The mouth was stretched into a mocking smile, like a true dominatrix.
“Our boss, Supermarina, has set an example for us. She is not ashamed to show us how she has sex with her husband: she likes to be tied and handcuffed, and she admits it without embarrassment. We gather that Luigi likes it, even though he is a bit more… reserved, that is.”
As she spoke, Birgit walked along the edge of the pool, with a slow, imperious gait, to give us time to admire the outline of her dildo standing out below her full navel and proud nipples.
I don’t know if I have ever seen anything more gorgeous, powerful, and exciting than a young pregnant woman walking around while wearing a strap-on.
Birgit continued, “My husband Kalle and I love this kink. And we don’t want to hide it. I now want to peg him, in front of this beautiful jacuzzi, in the middle of these big windows from which we see it snowing on a cold evening while we are here in the warmth. If seeing a husband and wife having sex embarrasses you, you can raise the bulkheads, close the canvas domes, or drape a screen. I already asked Marina our Boss if I had permission to wear this leather belt and she allowed me this.”
Marina was beside me, she could not gesture with her arms clasped thrice and merely nodded her head.
“Don’t worry about Kalle. We have the proper lubricant and he likes it, but still, we also have a safeword and all the other forms of security. You may hear him grunting, moaning, and even howling like a werewolf (yeah, he’s not just hairy, he’s loud too, hehe), but believe me, that’s what he likes best in the world.”
Kalle nodded vigorously.
I heard the music of a smartphone. Dieter stood up. His cock was erect and his knob was purple and shiny. “Sorry guys, it’s my wife. I have to answer because she has quota breaks, after the lessons of her course, they will all have to go to dinner together. Kalle please, don’t mind me, zero problems for me Kalle, go ahead, we have the whole weekend but I have to go now.”
Without further words, Dieter ran to lock himself inside the bathroom behind him. Nicoletta, with no respect for his privacy, ran near the door to listen, then laughed and returned near the tub, “Ha, ha, DDD is jacking off… his wife on the phone just called him a baby pig and a pink marble sausage, but where do they come up with those…”
Wolfgang swung his legs from his Suspended Egg.
Sarcastically he said, “Nico, leave him alone, you’re too nervous, it’s not fair for him to listen to your «office spouse’s» phone calls: it’s not like he’s your husband IRL, ha, ha!”
“And who could pretend to be my husband this evening, Wolfie?
Luigi already seems very busy to me, Kalle will soon not even be able to walk, DDD is locked in the bathroom and still, I would never have ruined the deep connection between us, just for a little bit of begging sex…
But, after excluding Kalle, Luigi and DDD, is there a man around this warm jacuzzi who is willing to comfort a lonely and neglected woman?
Who could lend a friendly hand to poor, lonely Nicoletta?” and smiled mischievously at Wolfgang.
“Come here, Nico… I’ll give you my helping Hand for sure (and not just the Hand!), just for the weekend… that’s the advantage of being Mgtow: I don’t have to make an effort to seduce women, it’s the women who ask me to help them an orgasm!
Just kidding–well, not too much: it’s kind of true.
Although I have my doubts that this hypothetical ex-boyfriend of yours never existed, and was all your planned plan to have sex with the lonely Wolfgang…”
Nicoletta pouted. “You monster! I am deeply and sincerely sad, and you devil want to mock me?”
“Mock is for kids. I could tease you, licking slowly near your clit without making you come, or I could fuck you without respect for hours, and you know it.”
“Come on, Wolfie…just for a weekend, like in the old days…”
“Challenge accepted, Nico! You always knew I wouldn’t say no, right? Ha, ha!
Anyway, in our Lab I will not become your «work husband» because I’m already busy with Marina, but we can be Friends with Benefits… and, I must confess, seeing Birgit’s gorgeous pregnant gait aroused considerable arousal in me…”
“Thanks, W!” laughed Birgit, already positioned behind her husband Kalle.
“You’re welcome, B! You know I have always considered you beautiful, and now that you are pregnant even more so, I swear! Ever since I was 18 years old, I have always been attracted to women in an advanced state of pregnancy because they do not force me to wear a condom. Ha, ha!”
Birgit raised two hands with two erect middle fingers, but contradicting the joking gesture, she enunciated in a stern professional voice, “My honorable and respected colleague, it is my explicit duty to inform you with all the extenuating circumstances… that my pussy IS ONLY FOR KALLE!” and she giggled.
“Ah, B, you are so gorgeous when you pretend to be offended…”
They both smiled.
“Maybe Kalle will allow me to use the strap-on on you too, Wolfie, but I don’t know… sometimes he can be so jealous…” said Birgit, delighted.
Kalle was too busy to utter a word.
Laughing from below the Suspended Egg, Nicoletta grabbed one of Wolfgang’s ankles and tried to get him down “Hey you Don Juan de Casanova! Stop acting like a fool womanizer around! I’m right here, and I don’t like you looking at other women at all on the night when you should be consoling me!”
“Okay, okay Nico… just joking… I will… lend an helping Hand…”
We were all serene and happy. Dieter continued to masturbate in the bathroom, I could not hear his wife’s voice but the grunts were getting louder and louder.
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Chapter 4 — In Which, Marina puts her mouth on a difficult situation and resolves it as an excellent problem-solving manager, that everyone in her Lab always recognizes she is…
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While her colleagues were going through all this hubbub around the warm pool, my wife was slowly stroking my shaft. Her wrist had very limited movements because of the triple cuffs, but she was able to caress me gently.
I was horny as hell, both from seeing Birgit’s gait and Marina’s caresses.
I whispered to her, covered by the noise of the jacuzzi. “Stop it, Marina, if you keep this up, I’ll cum on your hand.”
“And wouldn’t you like that?”
“I’d like you to get down on your knees in front of me, showing everyone your harness and triple cuffs, wet and naked, arching your toes and the soles of your delicious feet… and I’d like you to suck me off with a first-class magic blowjob … and swallow all your husband’s cum.”
“Yes, of course, I do, I shall do anything you want, as ever. And maybe, if you want, I may call you «Master» in front of everyone?”
“No, you have a leadership role for those people, I don’t want you to use humiliating words. I just want you to do what all good wives do only to real husbands and not to some «office spouse». I am not jealous but I would like you to devote this weekend completely to me.”
“All right. Wish granted. And not just for this weekend: you know I will always love you: only you.”
At that moment I heard Kalle’s first grunts. His pregnant wife pegged him as he looked at me smiling happily, and she was stroking her huge belly.
Kalle was all agitated, while she was calm and in full control of the situation.
My wife was stroking my cock but I also wanted to show that I was in control.
I said to Birgit, trying to keep my voice calm, “You two didn’t just remain friends: you got married.”
Birgit giggled. Evidently, pegging her husband was such a serene and quiet activity that she could afford to make conversation.
Now Kalle seemed even more excited. Maybe he liked to hear that she was deliberately ignoring him. A friend of mine said his wife orgasmed more during penetration he phoned his friends and talked about sports, completely ignoring her vaginal contractions and her moans. Perhaps Kalle also got aroused if his wife exhibited a Sans Souci carelessness?
“You are right, Luigi, we are the exception that confirms the rule. Or maybe there is no rule at all: maybe some couples of «office spouses» remain such forever, and other couples metamorphose into something else. I don’t know.
I just know that the two of us are happy: I have always wanted to peg each of my boyfriends, and he has always wanted to be pegged.
And you all see that if we do the opposite, I end up pregnant on the first shot!”
Everyone laughed at the joke (except Kalle, who was too focused).
“Ha, ha, you know I was just kidding. Oh: kidding! We had decided to have a child and focused our efforts, my age is right, and my boss wouldn’t fire me on the spot (Birgit winked at Marina).
But aside from the conception we desired and sought, our shared kinky perversion is pegging.
We found each other.”
Karl-Heinz wanted to say something but could not find the words. It was Birgit who communicated what he wanted to say but could not express.
“Colleagues know Kalle and know that he is an intelligent, smart, successful scientist. But you, Luigi, don’t know him, and you deserve me to tell you that Kalle is neither gay, nor faggot, nor a loser. Stereotypes about males pegged by the wife with a thick strapon are pretty silly. Kalle is a strong, vigorous man, hairy as a werewolf, neither sissy nor submissive. Or maybe he is slightly submissive… just a tad. But I always wonder, if I am in charge of the penetration, deciding the rhythm and force, or if it is rather him, with his grunts and moans.”
The happy smile on Kalle’s face made me suspect that he was leading the game, up from the bottom.
Birgit continued, “I have to put up with all the effort, I sweat, I struggle, and meanwhile he enjoys. I’m happy on a psychological level, but I can’t have an orgasm this way: indeed, after he cums, I’ll ask him to eat my pussy to make me come, even using one finger behind and two in front. And it will be beautiful for me, but it will be at a later stage, where (again) it will be Kalle who will decide the pace and speed.”
At that moment, Kalle let out a howl of pleasure. Birgit stopped talking to me and began to penetrate him back and forth more and more intensely. With her hand, she grabbed his cock and held it tightly. Before long Kalle spurted a wide stream of semen. Then he slumped onto the mattress. Birgit unfastened the leather straps and stood naked, her pussy spread wide under her belly. Kalle crawled up to her with his mouth and began to lick and suck her.
My wife had slowed down the strokes on my cock, to avoid my cumming too quickly.
Marina repeated her own offer. “Do you want me to call you Master in front of everyone?”
“No, Mari, maybe I realized something important today. Birgit is now practicing pegging and seems to be dominating Kalle, but in reality, he is the one enjoying, he is driving the pace.
Now you are going to blowjob me in front of your co-workers. But even that will be a demonstration of how powerful you are. I will simply be lying like a paralytic, while you will show everyone that you are an oral goddess even with your arms restrained by tri-cuffs. Everyone will see that you are Supermarine, even more super precisely because you succeed in every feat despite shackles and manacles. Just as you manage to look gorgeous despite surgeons removing your tit.
And I’m happy that way. I don’t want you to call me «Master», or other silly words of flattery for people with low self-esteem. I just want you to call me «my husband» because that’s what I am. And all your people will see that an intelligent and powerful woman chose me as her husband, even though she could choose countless males who are taller, more muscular, and more gifted than me.”
“You are endowed, my husband…”
“Yes, well, I never worried about that. I guess I’m normal.”
“The reason I married you is not about the girth of your penis or the length of your shaft. Silly flattery measures for women with low self-esteem. I married you because you are always sweet, you are always there, and you are my soulmate.”
“Uh! Some might think you married me because I’m the perfect Beta-Provider: I’m sure Wolfang Mgtow judges me that way.”
“What a fool you are, Luigi! Nobody judges you. If I had wanted to, I could have fucked Wolfie dozens of times! We stay at the lab late, often alone, go to conventions and fairs, travel by plane, and sleep in hotels… the occasions would have been hundreds by now! And even today, while you were sleeping (and I didn’t give you any sleeping pills, you were sleeping out of natural fatigue) he helped me put on the triple harness cuffs while I was naked, and he didn’t even get hard! Do you know? He and I are like twin siblings, we’re like two angels who don’t even see each other. And it’s strange because as you see even now-he’s always enthusiastic about giving orgasms to women who ask him.”
I looked to the side where Wolfgang’s Suspended Egg was dangling. He was lying under Nicoletta who was riding him screaming and moaning. With his hands, he was supporting her boobs as she swayed in the bliss of orgasm.
Maybe my wife was right. Maybe my jealousy was meaningless. Wolfgang was not attracted to my wife; my wife was only attracted to me.
And at that moment Marina was in front of me, naked, tri-cuffed, and on her knees.
I allowed my wife to perform a legendary blowjob. The co-workers of her Team all stopped to watch her prowess, and I rewarded her with a cumshot like a geyser, like the jet of a giant fountain, partly in her throat, partly on her face.
What is the Fountain of Eternal Youth? It is a warm jacuzzi for eight people, with couches and mattresses, amid a cold snowfall in January, while the best cooks prepare dinner to be sent up by elevator, with fancy drinks and cakes and finally espresso coffee (the Land of Cockaigne).
What is perfection? It is seeing the joy in your wife’s eyes as your cum drips from the strands of hair, eyelashes, and chin onto her nipple. It is seeing that she takes pride in her own exhibitionism: showing her colleagues that she can make her man orgasm, despite the difficulties, surgery, and handcuffs.
What is Happiness? Until yesterday I didn’t know, today I know. It is hearing the only woman you love, skilled and beautiful, tri-cuffed and kneeling naked in front of everyone, asking you: “cum on my face, my husband.”
*** A contribution to the Winter Holidays Story Contest 2022. Remember to vote, not only this tale but the one you liked best.
English is not my mother tongue and there may be some lexical or grammatical errors. Please enjoy the idea more than the grammar. ***