Dear Shoeblossom...
Inspired by Grant and Lyla's "Letter from Fritters, Alabama" I send you this!
I bade Vince good night, kissing him on the cheek.
Vince looked a bit dazed. "Troyce, you don't have to end it here. Your husband is clearly not what you want...you like me, right?"
It was hard for him, my sudden distance, since my tongue had been plunging in and out of Vince's mouth, as well as a few other places, just twenty minutes before.
"Vince, you're a sweet guy, but this is all about Geordie. Thanks for answering our ad."
I shut the door as Vince was still protesting.
Now was my time for my husband, although I could hear Vince's entreaties on the porch for our next get together.
I trotted upstairs to see the love of my life, as he knelt on our bedroom floor, still looking a bit dazed.
My friend Marlene had told me that her husband Curry had gone through this, the first time she'd fucked a guy in front of him, and then had Curry suck her boyfriend's dick.
But really, Geordie shouldn't be that upset. I had just had him lick Vince's penis, just cleaning off my mess...
While Geordie was wearing Seventies blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick. It wasn't that big a deal, was it?
"What's wrong, Geordie?" I asked with a smile.
"Wasn't this what you wanted, hon?"
Geordie looked up at me somewhat blearily. I noted that his empurpled penis was still pushing against the chastity cage.
"Curry actually sucks a man to completion. You're way behind." I said with a smile, watching my poor hubby wince. But his cock was getting even harder.
"Troyce, I don't know." Geordie said.
"I fantasized about it, I've read tons of erotica about husbands serving their wives lovers.
Serving you and your lover, licking your juices off his cock, and then cleaning you out. But--"
I giggled. "You don't realize that life isn't pornography yet, babe. But you seem to have enjoyed yourself a little down there."
Geordie looked dejectedly down at his imprisoned penis. He smiled ruefully.
"It has been about ten days this time. I'm very horny."
It was amazing...but in a way Geordie was a slow learner. Curry had serviced several of Marlene's lovers, and had been locked up without orgasm for months.
One of Marlene's guys had gotten so excited by Curry serving him, that he'd begged Marlene if HE could be in chastity as well.
So now Marlene had two chastity slaves! And one of the other guys who just fucked Marlene regularly sometimes took Curry for the weekend on his own...which Curry hated, but he wanted to serve his dominant wife.
And all I had was Geordie, who was still sort of hesitant about all this.
I giggled again and shook my head. "No cumming...focus on me."
Geordie looked as if he'd been slapped. I walked by where he knelt, patting Geordie's head as I went into the bathroom.
Bless his heart, Geordie had drawn me a bath, complete with scented salts and candles.
I didn't really care about candles, through I remembered with some discomfort that Geordie had once burned down the family house lighting candles when he and his brother had been stoned.
The family had been forced to live in a double-wide trailer for a year after this.
This was probably why Geordie's dad had complimented me on helping his pothead dropout son to "focus."
Cutting up Geordie's credit cards, making him finish school...he just needed a little prodding.
Taking Geordie over my knee with fifty from the hairbrush for poor grades in night school...
Looking over his performance reviews at work. (I fucked Geordie's boss regularly, and he willingly had sent me e-mails with progress.)
Soaping my breasts, I considered what I'd put poor Geordie through.
He had fantasized about the chastity cage, and been fascinated by Curry's cage.
As soon as I'd put Geordie in the cage, he'd begun whining that his sentences were too long.
Apparently what he wanted was to wear the thing for an hour, then have me play with his cock, and then get to fuck me. No, no.
Geordie had told me of his cuckold fantasies, and again he'd complained when I enjoyed this too much, going out with many of his pals, several evenings a week.
After one night of enduring Geordie's bitching and moaning, I'd ordered him to get naked and I'd given Geordie forty with my mother's old wicker carpet beater.
I had toyed with my nipples in front of his sobbing face. "I think I'm cutting you off of playing with these 36C's for a while. I don't like whiny, snide little bitches trying to control my movements."
Geordie had burst into fresh tears at the idea he wouldn't be able to kiss and suckle my breasts. I'd locked him in the closet for the rest of the evening, and he'd been quieter when released.
Then, the next time I'd gone out with a handsome but not too bright van driver for our church...
I'd tied Geordie down on the garage floor, naked again...it had been chilly.
Geordie had had to wait while I enjoyed my evening with Buster.
Enjoying a dinner and going to the motel with Buster, and then having his sexy pal Arlen join us...
I'd kept my foolish husband's fate in the back of my mind, and when I'd gotten home around one am I'd found poor Geordie freezing his butt off.
But, after I'd untied him, Geordie merely kissed my feet and asked quietly how my night had gone.
We'd gone inside, and Geordie had licked the combined juices of both my lovers from my quim.
I had graciously allowed him to jerk off into a shot glass, and then of course, down the hatch.
Generally when Geordie was civil about my nights out, I would reward him after my return by allowing him to unlock himself and jerk off on the dining room floor.
Sometimes I would tie Geordie down and play with his cock for an hour or two...and then jerk him off myself.
Marlene didn't think a lot of this. She liked to have Curry jerk himself on his knees as she watched, opening her kimono so he could occasionally see her breasts or vaj.
Then usually right as he was on the verge of orgasming, Marlene would lock Curry back up again...
Once every six months she'd let Curry jack off as she and one of her boyfriends laughed at him and threw beer cans at his head...
As poor Curry pulled and prodded his wee-wee to a distressed completion.
I understand that Curry may now be getting silicone implants...sad for the Turkey Thicket TV sportscaster, but he can probably wear his suits really loose, right?
After Geordie's good behavior on the whole dating thing became routine, I moved his jerking off to every three nights, and only fucked him once a month.
After this I discovered I really liked screwing the blue-collar boys more.
Geordie, unlike the "oral service" slaves he'd read about, wasn't all that good at munching carpet. So I ceased all sexual activity with him.
Geordie had been somewhat bitter about this decision.
"No more sex at all, Troyce?" he'd whined.
"I can't touch you?"
"You can still give me massages, honey. And I'll kiss you from time to time."
Necking with Geordie often made him so hot and bothered that he could be quite entertaining.
