I met Summer, what - 1999...? - 14 years ago. New job, new folks, new city.
I was married at the time to someone I knew I should never have married (a straight girl who never grew up; different story) and while there were many opportunities to take that right turn and keep on going, I was always faithful. Until my wife wasn't.
Divorce was painful but there was one part of me that I'd always ignored - speaking of knowing better - that I took solace in: At least with having my own place I could finally indulge in my "darkest" fantasies without fear. I quote "darkest" because I was afraid of - and tantalized by - my true sexual nature.
I'm queer.
Bisexual, if you like, but I like queer because I like fucking all sorts of hot people - men, women, transwomen, whatever: As long as there's a connection, I'm down to play.
Anyway, I moved out, got a place of my own and started to explore my sexuality. After I finally went to the bathhouse and sucked my first cock (tiny, disappointing, but so freeing nonetheless) I came out and the first person I came out to was Summer.
She's a butch dyke and ever since I met her I've been attracted to her. This was odd to me because...she's a butch dyke. What would she want in me, right? I have a cock, which she wants none of, so what could possibly happen? Anyway, point is, fucking was a non-starter but we were fast friends for reasons I couldn't admit to myself. Basically, we're both family: She was out, I wasn't, but still, family. And so of course, she was the first one I came out to 5 years ago.
Since then I've fucked a lot of women and sucked a lot of cock. About a year ago I met Lisa. Oh. My. God. Lisa. 5'5" of tight, caramel-toned, brown-eyed faggotry topped by an amazingly intelligent mind, this woman is my perfect match. Also queer, she and I couldn't be more perfectly suited for one another. B-cup, round ass, tight, tight, tight body and tighter pussy, she's more than I ever hoped for. See, as I explored my sexuality, I found that not only am I queer, I'm kinky. I'd be specific, but that would take too long and this isn't Proust; I want you to come soon. Point is, I found that I'm a Switch with a strongly submissive preference. I love to bottom and to serve. Especially to do so for dominant women. And Lisa is a Dominatrix. Yup, my Girlfriend is a smoking hot Domme and to top it off (pun intended) she loves seeing me take a man deep in my throat. And in my ass. Which I've done often and well, if I do say so myself.
I'm Jake, by the way: 5' 11", 175, long, brown hair, blue eyes, nice smile with a few crooked teeth, covered by a set of full lips. My ass is tight, eager, and accommodating (more on that later), my mouth welcoming, and my mind very, very creative.
Anyway, one of the things I learned about my submissiveness is that none of my fantasies is stronger than the cuckolding one. I've never come harder than I do when I'm thinking about Her fucking someone else, someone strong, hot, and with a cock bigger than mine.
I forgot to mention above: I'm 7 1/2" and fairly thick. And it's gorgeous, my cock: Cut, with a beautiful shape all around, along with a perfectly proportioned set of balls below it. I wish I could find one as nice, honestly. Or suck it, but again, that's another story.
Anyway, cuckolding: It really sends me. And sure, it frightens me, as well. But what I couldn't wrap my head around was just that: The risk of losing my lover to someone else seems likely, as good a catch as she is...why the hell would I want to tempt fate? But that's really the pull of cuckoldry: It's edge-play. Boundary pushing. It's a power exchange of the strongest order and it. Is. Incredible. Especially when your Dominant Lover hears your fantasy, considers it well over time. And consents.
That's where Summer comes back into the picture.
About a month ago I got a text from her asking me out for a beer. "Big news" was on the agenda and I had an idea of what was coming. She was divorcing her long-term partner. She needed to connect with her friends and more importantly, she needed to get her fuck on. Not with me, mind you, she's a dyke, remember? It's just that that was the theme of things over beers.
I totally sympathized with her, having gone through that stuff fairly recently, myself. As we were into our nth beer each I finally stopped pushing off the notion that our chemistry was possibly generating more interest than one might expect. I told her, laughing, that if she ever needed to top a boy, I'm available. Pulling the glass from her mouth, she stared at me with a half-smile and said, "I'm sure that could happen."
Um...
Anyway, we had a great time, flirting like that - good friends who are attracted to each other for various reasons but who have no chance of having any romantic relationship - and then went our separate ways. When I spoke with Lisa that night I filled her in and suggested that perhaps she might be interested in meeting Summer and her c-cups. Summer's body is beautiful, very feminine, while her face is rather androgynous, which is a natural turn-on for me. She's a Top, 5'6" with short, brown hair, green eyes, nice ass and legs, and is a total dude. What's not to like?
Lisa and I agreed we'd hang with Summer, no expectations for what could happen, which is of course the best way to ensure something will happen :). Or at least to be very pleasantly surprised when it does. And it did, for the three of us.
See the two of them talked and we met together and really hit it off. They agreed that it would be rather fun to put me into some really compromising positions. So we made a playdate. Looking back at my text messages as I write this, I see that it was last Sunday, around noon, that I pinged Summer:
"Soooo...When do you wanna come over? W/we're going for coffee in a bit but should be back in an hour or so."
"I just need to shower and pull my shit together. Wanna say 2?"
"2 it is"
That's how it started.
Lisa and I went for coffee and Summer got showered and her shit together and 2 rolled around. At the last minute I decided to go to the store for something, hoping that by the time I got back I'd see the two of them making out but when I returned they were talking. This was fine since I was actually a bit nervous about the whole thing. It dawned on me that there was serious cuckold potential here and that was an amazing realization: I always thought of the bull being a man but when I considered that Summer could fill that bill, I was floored. I actually got a bit of a headrush thinking about that possibility.
W/we'd all discussed me being in the center of things but the fact was that Summer needed to fuck some hot women and Lisa certainly fits that description. Add to that the fact that when they met I could definitely sense the mutual attraction in both of them and I had a moment of wondering how fucking hot this could be.
In all my raving fantasizing, I didn't even come close to the reality.
I came in, dropped off whatever the hell I bought, got myself a beer and Lisa some wine; Summer was abstaining. W/we went into the backyard, sat down on my pink blanket and chatted for a while. 2 turned into 3 and someone broke out the pipe. Lisa and I smoked a bit then She disappeared for a while. Summer and I kept chatting when Lisa reappeared wearing her sarong, tied over her breasts with the part in the middle, allowing her gorgeous thighs to peek out as she strode out to rejoin us on the blanket.
"Hey faggot, sweetie," She said, "I brought out the claws! Take off your shirt and pants and lie down if you want a scratch." As she said this she pulled out 5 sharpened pieces of steel, about 2" long, attached to rubber-coated rings, and placed them on each manicured finger, slowly. I jumped up as Summer looked on with that sexy-as-fuck half-smile and followed my Mistress' suggestion. Summer's smile widened to a shit-eating grin as she saw the raspberry-colored panties with the pink lace trim that I was wearing.
"You like?"
"Heh...Fuck yeah, I like," she laughed.
"We both like, faggot, now lie down like a good bitch," murmured Lisa. I obeyed and seconds later felt the needle-sharp points gently moving down my back, etching super-fine lines into the skin, my histamines quickly converting them into thin, red, undulating rivulets. Summer watched, lazily, smiling. Lisa simply had her fingers spread, palm down, and was gently pulling her fingers down and across my back. The points were trailing so I wasn't going to be poked; the experience was enthralling, the best back-scratch, ever.
"Uggghhh, dude, this is the best back-scratch, ever, Summer," I moaned, face-down in the gayest picnic blanket in my city. "You should try this."