Part 1 - Wager
The guest room is dimly lit but I can see everything. I think I can feel every nerve ending on my skin. I'm preparing to watch my wife with another man for the first time. It's the culmination of a journey of seduction that began months ago -- a seduction I wasn't always conscious of; but in retrospect, I realize was inevitable. Lena and her husband, John, were going to make us theirs tonight. And while we were prepared, I don't know if we understood how completely our lives would change -- had already changed, irrevocably.
Lena and I sat on a divan facing the large bed. Lena sat behind me - her nude body pressed against me -- her long legs locked around mine. I could feel the heat of her skin through my clothes. We watched together as my wife, Kelly, kneeled nude to the side of John at his feet. He sat naked on the corner of the bed. Kelly cradled his cock in her hand and was tenderly kissing it, exploring it like a gift.
Lena leaned her head against mine and whispered in my ear, "She's waited so long for this. Do you think you could stop her..." and rubbing her hand along the shape of my dick straining against the fabric of my slacks, "Even if you wanted to?"
With Lena's arms and legs draped around me I felt both protected and unable to intervene, 'even if I wanted to.'
Kelly's breathing was steady and deep. She watched, in fascination, as John's cock swelled under her touch. It was twice as long as her hand was wide as she stroked him. Its thickness pushed against her fingers, opening her grip on him. Kelly looked up at John and then back at Lena, and finally to me. With her eyes locked on mine, she smiled and slid her lips slowly down his shaft. John groaned. He drew her hair back from her shoulder to the other side so he could see -- so
we
could see. I heard a soft moan escape my wife's throat.
I was lost. I had imagined a moment like this, but nothing prepared me for the reality. My primal brain was alive with all the scents. My eyes were wide and glassy, unblinking for fear of missing a moment. I was frozen and alert, both excited and afraid.
That I was fully clothed and they were nude was part of Lena's staging. She was in control of everything tonight -- as she had been from the very first time I saw her.
She gently opened the fly of my pants and pulled my dick out. She lightly ran her fingertips over it and it literally quivered as we listened to Kelly mew around the cock in her mouth.
"You hear that?" Lena breathed against my neck. I gulped and nodded.
Lena said, "She wants to be his now. Look at how she rolls her eyes back as she takes more down her throat. Watch how when she comes up, she searches his face for approval."
I could only nod. My wife was unabashed. She was locked in now on his cock.
John stroked Kelly's hair. She shivered. He gently pressed her head and she moaned again, taking the hint to sink her mouth further down, holding it until her need for air brought her back up. John didn't force her; his hand was there just to tell her what he wanted. Twice more she took the encouragement until her lips stretched wide at the root of his cock where it met the closely cropped hair framing it. I suddenly felt dizzy as I watched her throat quiver.
"Good girl," John said.
I came. With barely a touch, my dick spasmed in Lena's hand, coating it with cum.
We had been instructed not to have orgasms for two weeks before tonight's initiation. Yet, we had to edge each other exactly once each hour we were alone together. I had been literally aching to come for weeks.
Lena laughed at the mess I made. She said "See Kelly?"
Kelly turned her eyes reluctantly to me. The corners of her mouth attempted to curl into a smile around John's cock, as she saw my leaking dick. My wife looked at Lena's hand coated and dripping. Kelly's body shook slightly. She lifted her head slowly up the length of John's cock with her eyes on me the whole time. As her tongue swirled the tip, pulling in the liquid pearl there, she looked at John. They both laughed. He nodded at her as if there was some private joke. Kelly looked back at us and down to Lena's cum-coated hand. My wife smiled wickedly.
"Feed it to him," she said.
John returned to stroking her hair and now both their eyes were on me as Lena said, "Oh, this one is fun."
My heart pounded as Lena brought her hand up. I'd never done this before. I had thought about it. I had tasted myself incidentally on my wife's lips and that act had sparked a desire in me that I couldn't bring myself to ask for. But now, I was staring at Lena's long, manicured fingers dripping.
At first, I could only let her slip her fingers in my mouth; but as I felt all eyes on me I started to open. Kelly's expression was of fascination and anticipation. Seeing that, my resistance broke and I began to run my tongue along Lena's fingers to seek my cum, sucking it in.
"Good boy," Lena said.
"Fuck," Kelly said, "He loves it." She looked up at John. "You were right."
This revelation hit me like a drug. They had talked privately. They held secrets from me. John looked at Lena and nodded as she scooped up more of my cum on her fingers and fed me again. My dick started to rise a second time. Something rare for me.
Lena breathed in my ear, "Take it all. This is what you do now." Then to Kelly, "See, he's even getting hard again from it."
Kelly's eyes were locked on Lena's, fascinated with the discovery. She said, "Oh, Lena, that's so fucking hot. Make him eat it all." She was breathing more heavily now as John had pulled her up on the bed next to him to watch me give in to the depravity. His fingers gently spread her pussy lips open, circled her hood with his fingertips. Kelly's vulva was completely bald as instructed, feeling the cool air for the first time since maybe we were married.
Lena said, "See how wet she is as she watches you?"
I couldn't help it. I actually whimpered.
Lena said, "This is what you are now. Do you want more?"
I nodded. And so did Kelly.
John said, "This will be fun. Kelly, why don't you tell him what you're thinking?"
"I can't believe you're actually licking up your cum." Kelly said,
She looked up at John, who nodded for her to continue.
"If I'd known you liked it so much, I would have had you eat it all the time. Maybe had you clean my pussy after you made your mess."
Lena used her slick fingers to stroke my dick for all of them to watch.
Kelly said, "You love it, don't you? You love eating cum."
I nodded. My dick was already painfully hard again. Lena's hand was in constant motion over my balls and shaft. I'd never been so expertly handled.
John whispered to Kelly, "He came just
watching
you take my cock in your throat the first time. Now, he's eaten his first load for you to see."
Kelly looked up at John in amazement and adoration.
"And now," John said, "He's going to cum
again
just knowing how depraved he is willing to be for us."
John's fingers worked Kelly's clit now. She was close to coming but he held her off.
"And next," John said, "
You
are going to cum for the first time with me as you watch your husband eat his second load."
Kelly's eyes were focused on my cock, "Fuck, I wonder...
"Yes?" John said as Kelly's fingers stroked his cock.
"I wonder if it's just his own cum he'll swallow."
And with that my heart swelled and my dick began to spasm. I panted and cursed and writhed under Lena's touch. Never in my life had I come so closely together.
Kelly moaned as I came again for them and John began slipping his fingers up inside her, stroking to put her over the top.
"Yes, yes. Uh huh. Please," she cried as she watched Lena scoop all the cum into her hand and this time held it in up front of my mouth like a bowl.
John had to hold Kelly tightly to him as she began to shake, her eyes on me the whole time. Staring into her eyes I couldn't help myself. I licked my lips, leaned forward and began to tongue and slurp up my cum from Lena's hand.
"That's my pet," Lena laughed
With her eyes locked on my lapping, Kelly came, "Fuuuuuck."
Somehow I knew what Kelly wanted. I sucked all the cum into my mouth and kept it open for her to see. She bucked against John's hand. He wouldn't let her stop. He seemed to want this moment to be locked into her mind. He wanted her to associate this act as a root memory of her new life. Both of us. Our new life.
Once I had emptied Lena's hand, she stroked my face, leaving my cheeks streaked with the realization of my new place in their world.
As John let Kelly came down finally, he let her slide to the floor. When she could compose herself, she crawled over to me, where I sat panting, wrapped in Lena's arms, my face covered in my second quick load of the night, with my mouth held open and leaking from own thirst. Kelly was so wet from coming that I could practically taste her on the air.
All I wanted to do was please her now. Make her smile at me again and again. To sink to any new low that delighted her. To bury my face in her cunt forever.
My wife, who had just deep throated John's still-hard cock and had herself come watching me eat my own spunk for her and our new masters, reached down to my damp dick and rubbed it to coat her fingers. The tip was on fire as she squeezed a last few drops out. She brought her hand up and spread those drops on my lips, and then began wiping the cum out to spread it across my face. She gently pushed up on my chin closing my mouth. She kissed me gently and leaned back, smiling broadly, as a shiny string pulled and snapped between our lips.
"Swallow," she said.
I gulped. I closed my eyes and used my tongue to clean the inside of my mouth and swallowed again.
Kelly shuddered, "Fuck.
T
wice." She looked at John who just winked.
Lena laughed, "And that's just the beginning, my pets."
* * *
The first time I spoke to Lena was at work. She was newly hired as marketing director. I worked in information systems. We were about to pass each other in the hall and her clipboard slipped out of her hands to clatter on the floor. Without thinking I bent down immediately to pick it up. She had bent over too and seemed surprised that I beat her to it. Her long hair hung forward and brushed my cheek. I looked up, but with her hovering over me, I couldn't stand up and I couldn't strain my neck to look her in the eye. I could only lift my head high enough to see her hips wrapped in a tight mid-length pencil skirt. Her legs were toned, tan, and seemed to shimmer.
"Thank you," she said. Her her smooth alto voice felt like honey in my ears as her head her head was right next to mine. She stood back up.
I looked up being careful not to let my eyes linger on the slit at the front of her skirt, or on her breasts beneath the tailored white blouse. Instead I met her eyes, which were dark brown framed by long lashes. She raised one dark, neatly tapered eyebrow.
