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I watched as Maria and Monica stood, and then walked together into the living room of Miranda's house. I sat heavily down into my chair, looking down at my caged manhood. "Manhood". Ha! I felt so worthless.
I noticed that there was a couch against the back wall of the den where our poker game and my big mouth had changed my life in the matter of an hour. I stood and stumbled to the couch, plopping myself down onto it and curling up in a fetal position. I closed my eyes. I just wanted to disappear, to hide my shame and prepare myself for losing my Maria. I know, she had told me she wouldn't leave me. But she hasn't yet experienced what one of those huge dicks could do for her. This was so strange. I had kept my fantasies of being dominated, humiliated, and yes, even chastised to myself since I was a kid. And now, completely unexpected, they had all come to pass in a single night. And now that they had, I was filled with feelings that I could not yet reconcile. I had thought I was a man until an hour ago. Now everything I thought about myself was in question.
I squinted my eyes closed more tightly, fighting back tears. Another unaccustomed thing for me, and then I shook my head. What the hell is wrong with me? In spite of all this, my penis was straining desperately against it plastic prison. I was incredibly aroused by what was happening to me.
I heard sighs; moans and cries coming from the other room and the patio as the others were making love to each other. Realizing that I would be of no use there, that none of them would want me, I curled up more tightly. I would just stay here until Maria was ready to leave, or until she told me to get the hell out.
I felt fingers gently running through my hair, trying to reassure me. I didn't open my eyes, I was too embarrassed, "Thank you, but you don't have to waste your time on me. Just go away. Please, just leave me alone."
Then I heard Monica's southern accent, "I know this is confusing to you, but I also know that this is who you are. And I think you do too." Her ebony hand slid down my arms and my side, the caress sending electricity through me, "If you hide here, you'll never know. If you hide in here, you may lose her. But if you take your place with her, you may not. Your place just isn't what you thought it would be honey."
She tugged at my cage and pulled on my testicles to make them more comfortable in the grasp of the CB-3000. She obviously was well acquainted with it. She stood and I finally opened my eyes. I looked up at her pleadingly, not knowing what to do. She took a few steps toward the living room, and I couldn't help but look longingly at her lovely, shapely ass. She turned and regarded me. I guess our soulful talk was over and it was time to just take command. She pointed to her right side as she looked at me and simply said, "Now, boy."
I stood and moved to her side. She took me by the arm and led me into the other room and to my future.
The living room was expansive, and included some very nice furniture and other accommodations. As I said earlier, Miranda was quite successful and could afford to spoil herself. The French doors that led to the deck, pool and hot tub were standing open, as it was a very pleasant evening out. Monica put her arm around me and held me to her while I tried to take in the goings on.
On a love seat to my left James was sitting completely nude. Straddling him and facing away from me was Miranda, riding his huge black cock with abandon. She would alternate between pounding violently down onto his midsection and gyrating rhythmically. He taut, silicone filled breasts hung directly in James' face, and he was taking advantage of that. She was definitely going to have some bruising on them in the morning, but she certainly didn't care right now. She would moan long and low when gyrating, then practically scream in ecstasy when she was slamming herself onto his cock. I couldn't help but stare in awe. If I were lucky enough to have Miranda riding me like that, I would be beside myself with lust and have to concentrate on not losing it before I wanted to. But James sat calmly while she worked him, his breathing steady and his rippling muscles barely working. Don't get me wrong, he was obviously enjoying her attentions, suckling on her incredible erect nipples and sucking hard on her breasts. But his orgasm was certainly a long way off. She could ride as long and hard as she wanted.
In the position she was in I could see her plush box was stretched to the breaking point around an ebony erection that seemed as big around as a 20 ounce pop bottle. Surely not. But damn! Their combined juices had created a froth that dripped down over his huge balls.
To the right was a bar that had four bar stools positioned in front of it. Little mousy Marcia was laying down on her back across three of the barstools. Between her legs was Miranda's boyfriend Jerry, gently sawing his manhood in and out of her tight shaved pussy. She was moaning with pleasure and he was caressing her thighs and legs, which were propped up on his shoulders.
I couldn't see my wife, but I could sure as hell hear her. Her cries of passion were wafting through the doors from the pool area. I turned to look at Monica, not knowing what to do now. She gently squeezed my shoulder, "Since Maria is, ah, inexperienced, I suggested that she start out with the smallest penis and work her way up." She paused for a moment, seeing the look in my eyes, "I'm sorry honey, the smallest big penis. I mean, other than yours, well, you know."
I tried to turn and go back into the den to hide, but Monica wouldn't let me. She held onto my shoulders and forced me to walk outside onto the deck. It occurred to me that she was like one of the ghosts in The Christmas Story, guiding me through scenes I didn't necessarily want to see.
As I beheld the scene before me I had to wonder if this wasn't my punishment for my lustful thoughts earlier, wanting to see and to play with Miranda's "new toys". My Maria, my beautiful soulmate who had been faithful and loving only an hour ago, was monogamous no more.
She stood in the hot tub, which was recessed into the deck. Facing where Monica and myself now stood, she was oblivious to our presence. Bent over at the waist she rested her elbows on the deck, her full, natural breasts that I so adored were pressed into and conformed to the surface of the deck. Her hair, thoroughly soaked, cascaded over her shoulders. Behind her stood Scott, holding onto my wife's hips and repeatedly slamming his long, thick cock into her tender sex that I knew so well.
Maria's eyes were closed in ecstasy, and the mouth I loved to kiss was open to express the same, over and over again.
