Part 2 - Initiation
John and Lena had us over for drinks not too long after the company Christmas party. Kelly and I were excited but also nervous because the closer we got to the address, the more posh the houses became. Their community didn't just have a gate but a security guard to field the guests.
We weaved through the dimly-lit, winding streets, searching for numbers that always seemed hidden, as if, if you had to ask, you shouldn't be there. We pulled finally into the long driveway of what clearly was a custom home, lit up for the evening like a cover of
Architectural Digest
.
"Do you think we're out of our element," I said peering up through the windshield.
"They're just people, like us." Kelly said, "Don't be nervous. I think they really like us. Lena is
gorgeous
, of course, but she seems so warm and kind. And John is charming as fuck."
I laughed, "Charming."
Kelly hit my shoulder. "And built, yes." "Chiseled," she added. "But he's not arrogant at all. They just seem like real people."
"Real hot, you mean?"
"
We're
hot," Kelly said. And she winked and tugged her blouse down a bit to show off her cleavage.
"
You're
fucking gorgeous," I said and leaned in to kiss her. We made out for a couple minutes before we pulled ourselves together and got out of the car.
When Lena opened the front door, I was half-surprised not to see a doorman. "Hi!" she said, smiling, and opened her arms to Kelly for a hug. She held her tightly, then leaned back.
"You just have a little..." Lena said reaching up to touch Kelly's bottom lip and rubbing a smudge of lipstick away. Lena looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
"Seems you two might need a room."
Kelly laughed and scrunched her face. I blushed.
"And my gentleman too," Lena said as she stepped over to hug me. As she turned, I saw her casually slip the finger in her mouth that had just brushed Kelly's lip. Lena shared a brief glance with me. She raised her eyebrows as if to say, "What?" I shook my head.
"Well, come on in," she said, smirking at me.
We went through the house, which was modern while still comfortable and inviting. She led us back to a family room with a large picture window overlooking the patio and pool. The room was cozy considering the height of the ceiling and what I was sure were original artworks on the walls. Kelly sat down on a love seat and as I moved to sit next to her Lena interrupted me.
"John is making us drinks. Go help him."
"Yes, ma'am!" I spun on my heel and headed the way Lena was gesturing.
Kelly laughed. As I was leaving, she said, "He doesn't obey
me
that well."
"Oh, it's all in the tone, dear." Lena said. I felt my face hot again.
When I came back from the kitchen with the drinks, I saw the Lena was sitting next to Kelly on the love seat. They were leaning in, talking in hushed tones, and laughing. I stood there with the drinks (on an actual tray) and waited for them to notice me.
Kelly was laughing and wore an expression of mock scandal. She turned her head to me and Lena leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Kelly's face went still and she nodded earnestly.
Lena looked back at me. She raised her hand and I stepped forward with the tray. She and Kelly each took a drink. Vespers, John, had called them. Heady like a Martini, but with a sweet finish. "Like pussy," John said conspiratorially when he was showing me how to mix them. He laughed and punched my shoulder.
* * *
I thought of that moment, later, on the night of our first session with Lena and John -- heady and sweet. Lena had sized me up the moment she first saw me. And she seemed to know that Kelly would open up to them. The seduction was deliberate, calculated, and we followed them down the path like puppies. And now here I was on the floor of their special room with my dick in a cage, having just licked my wife clean of her master's cum.
Lena told me to get up off the floor and stand against the wall with my arms and legs wide. As I got up, I looked longingly at Kelly whose face was still smeared with the sticky traces of the kiss we shared after she swallowed John's cum for the first time. She licked her lips and used her fingers to alternately wipe as much as possible from her cheeks and suck her fingers clean.
Lena patted her on the head and walked over to address me. I was standing against the wall, feeling awkward, and hoping I was doing it right. She raised my hands to shoulder height, pushed against my chest until I was fully straight against the wall, and used her feet to softly kick each foot at little wider.
My new cage hung down between my legs. Or rather, it protruded from my groin. I had not been able to see it yet, and as tried to look, Lena tapped the bottom of my chin to bring my face up.
"Don't worry, it's not going anywhere," she said. "Not for four months at least."
From the bed, John said, "At
least
."
And there I was on edge again. Flushed and alert.
Four
months? Four
months
? What did it mean?
All
the time? Would Kelly really wait that long? The conspiracy to make me an unwitting accomplice in my own sweet torture had me obsessed. I wanted to be the fly on that wall as John made the wager with Kelly, knowing or hoping, I would go beyond anything she'd had with me before. I felt myself subconsciously flexing my dick just to feel the weight of the cage.
Lena rolled her eyes at my pathetic movements and said, "Kelly has instructions. Don't worry about the details for now. It comes off when it amuses us and it stays on as it amuses
me
." She swung the keychain around her wrist the opposite direction. She motioned for Kelly to come over then she directed her down on her knees to get a close look at my cage. I could feel her breath on my thigh and balls.
"This particular cage, gives me access to these," Lena said as she reached down.
"I can be nice." I felt her hand encircle my balls and pull them down and back slightly. I shivered.
She raised her eyebrows and squeezed slightly. The pain was dull but immediate.
"I can bring correction."
She released me and I let out a sigh, realizing I'd been holding my breath.
Lena said, "Kelly, I advise you to experiment when you have him home. It takes practice to know where the boundary is between one and the other. But err on the side of gentle. You can get so worked up, you know."
"Yes, mistress, I promise." Kelly said.
With my eyes forward, I still couldn't see what she was doing but I felt Kelly's hand stroking my cage and exploring its boundaries -- feeling the weight of my balls in their taut sack, feeling the ridge and openings of the container, and lastly the small hole in front just over the tip.
"It's a pretty little thing," Kelly said, tapping it. My legs started to tremble.
* * *
In their cozy living room, sipping our vespers before we had any idea of what was in store for us, Lena was engaging with Kelly, getting to know all about her. John relaxed in an armchair, legs stretched out. I was on the long couch alone.
Kelly told Lena how we met when we were both in high school, but not the same one. We worked at a clothing store in the mall and bonded over our love of music. We went to concerts where she danced and I swayed.
Lena said, "Oh, he's a little inhibited, is he?"
"It's just not his thing, although, get him a little drunk and he can surprise you."
Lena looked at me, "I bet."
Once again, I felt like I was swimming against some current with her. She could seem totally flat and deeply sexual at the same time. Kelly didn't seem to register it. Though she hung on Lena and John's every word. When we were all together, I seemed to fade away - at least until she got me home. I didn't understand the game I was in, but I certainly benefited from how horny Kelly seemed to be lately and I didn't want to jinx that.
Kelly said, "What about you guys? What's your story?"
Lena and John looked at each other and smiled.
"I would love you tell you all about it, Kelly," Lena said. "But I wouldn't want to scare you off."
"You're in a cult. I knew it!" Kelly said laughing.
"Wait until you hear about our communion rites," John said.
"Oh... you!" Kelly said. But she lowered her eyes and blushed. She fanned herself in mock shock and then seeing John steadily gazing at her, she froze for a moment.
"Oh, John," Lena said, "Leave the girl alone. She's trying to be good."
Kelly smiled and bit her lip.
When we got home that night, and were getting undressed for bed, I asked what she and Lena were laughing about while I was making drinks.
"Oh, girl talk."
She blushed a bit and turned away from me, so I had to know more.
"Yeah, care to share?"
"It's not bad."
"I wish it
was
," I said
Kelly wadded up and threw her blouse at me.
"Hah, you wish!" she said, "No, she was saying how nice it was to see a couple still so completely in love."
I smiled and stepped over to her and gave her a kiss. I'd already stripped and she was down to her bra and panties.
"Ain't that the truth." I said.
Kelly kissed me back and ran her hands over my back softly.
"Lena, said it was nice that we still couldn't keep our hands off each other. And I said we still had a good time and I admired how sexy she and John were together."
I nodded and said, "So, far, I'm not hearing the funny part."
"Oh, that. Yes, well I asked if they never got in a rut or stale or bored or anything."
Her eyes dropped down when she said that, which made me wonder if the question wasn't rhetorical.
"Lena said, that no, they are intimate nearly daily and, some days, several times and they have learned to play and try new things. And I was, like, 'new things?" And she said, she shouldn't be telling me this but, for example, when she was a new bride she learned how to... deep throat him?"
Then she looked up at me pointedly.
"And I said, 'oh, it must be nice -- with him being so big -- not to have a gag reflex. I always choke with you.' And she said, well, there's a technique. And besides, choking -- at the right time -- could be fun too."
She went on, "So, now I'm a little flustered but I'm trying not to look uncool because, she's just so..."
I nodded.
"Right?!" Kelly said, "So, I just said, well, what's the technique?"
She looked long at me and then pointedly looked down. My dick was hard and twitching.
I said, my mouth suddenly dry, "Well,
did
she tell you?"
"Sit on the bed," she said, "No, on the corner of the mattress."
I moved there and sat down with my dick pointing straight up. She kneeled down on floor to the left of me and wrapped her right arm around my waist. She stroked my right thigh. My dick twitched again. Then she brought her left hand up and with her index finger traced the underside of my dick from root to tip and back.
"See how this curves toward you?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, Lena told me if I approached you this way..." And she lifted up and brought her mouth over the head of my dick. And breathing softly over the crown, she said, stroking her neck, "Well, that's the way my throat curves."
And she slid her mouth down. It was achingly slow and the look of concentration on her face was so erotic, I had to really calm my breathing not to come right there.
