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Sam quickly got to his feet, almost too quickly. Amanda was pulling him by the leash so he had to get his legs under him fast as he was light headed and felt as if he would faint.
"Whoa there big guy," Steve said and reached out to support Sam's lilting frame.
Amanda stopped and looked back, her face clearly showing her concern. "I am sorry sweetheart, I should have realized..." her statement was cut short as she lunged for him.
Sam fell forward as the room spun from his view. Steve caught him just before he hit the ground. He never fully lost consciousness. He basically just lost the ability to remain upright.
As he was recovering and being helped to the chair Amanda had just minutes before been reclining in, teasing herself while watching him suck her husbands cock, he replayed the last few moments in his mind. He could tell by the tone of their voices along with her calling him "sweetheart" they were genuinely concerned. He also realized that it didn't seem as though they'd come out of character in order to show this concern. He felt a sense of warmth wash over him as he realized he was becoming part of a relationship and not just playing a role of slut or slave to people that viewed him as a thing.
"Thank you," Sam said. "I guess I stood up too quickly." Sam said and raised his eyebrows to Steve to show he not only appreciated the help but had truly needed it.
"No problem Sam," "I wouldn't want you getting hurt, besides Amanda is so turned on from watching you suck my cock that if I had to satisfy her alone, I don't think I'd survive." He said this with mock horror and reached his hand out to help Sam to his feet.
"Nice!" Amanda playfully barked at Steve. "You should know that I am so turned on by watching my little Sam suck your cock that the two of you may have trouble satisfying me." She brushed Sam's curls from his forehead and asked him, "All Better?"
Smiling he responded, "Yes Ma'am, the last time you asked I wasn't' so sure, but this time I am." His recollection of their conversation at the restaurant brought a smile to her face. "I imagine so," she said and the led him by the cock leash through the room.
They moved towards the bar and she bent over it to grab a bottle of water. "Want one?" she asked while motioning to Steve.
Sam was caught watching her backside and she bent to retrieve the water. He couldn't have responded if he wanted to.
"Oh yeah," he replied. "I imagine Sam could use one as well." He winked at Sam and the looked he gave him sent a message as well.
"Thank you," Sam replied and reached out to accept the bottle. The three of them were nude now, save for Amanda's buckle shoes. The mirrors allowed him to see all three of them from several angles at once. His eyes were half way down Amanda's back again when she broke his focus.
"We never finished showing you the house." She turned and walked to a door leaving him standing by the bar. She returned with a black leather thong of sorts. There were a number of buckles and a ring in the front that was clearly a cock ring. "The leash is fun, but I think it's time we raised the stakes a bit." She said this with a gleam in her eye.
"This is a harness, it will hold your cock here," she rubbed her finger through the silver ring, "and this part will hold a dildo inside you." She had turned the harness over the show him a pouch on the bottom. Currently the pouch was empty.
"So before we finish our tour, I think we should get your properly prepared." Her words again had taken on a calm and assertive tone. "Bend over the bar Sam." Her command, took him by surprise, and she wasn't interested in waiting for him to figure out what she'd said before complying. She had turned him and was pushing him over the bar before she'd finished speaking.
Sam's eyes had gotten big when she approached him with the harness. He listened to her words and watched as she fondled the leather and steel. He was smiling as she described its functions and drew in a quick breath when the told him to bend over the bar. He didn't have a chance to resist as she had him bent face down before he'd fully registered what she'd said.
She stood on the rungs of two barstools that were on either side of his bent body. This gave her access to lean into his ass, her legs spread and she could feel her wet clit touching his cheeks. She imagined he could feel it to.
"So Sam, I know you've played with your ass before, I have the pictures to prove it." She reminded him of just how much information she had on him. "What I need to know is how big?" She was leaning over him now, her lips less than an inch from his ear.
He could feel the warmth of her breath on his ear and the wetness of her sex against his ass. She wanted to know how big. What was he going to say? He struggled for a proper response as Steve moved into his field of vision.
"Hey man, you might want to answer her; these are what she has to choose from." Steve was holding three cock shaped plugs. The first was the smallest but definitely not small. The second was a little larger but the third was huge. It was bigger than either of their cocks. "I'd hate to see what will happen if she is forced to choose on her own." He said this with a smile but it was a wicked smile.
"Don't let him scare you lover," she whispered into his ear, "I promise I won't do anything you don't beg for." As she finished speaking she pulled herself off him and knelt down. She spread his cheeks and leaned in to lick his puckered ass.
He felt relief at her comforting words. Steve didn't appear phased. The feeling of her tongue shocked Sam and he rose up. It was a response to surprise not an attempt to get away from her. It didn't matter and he realized that too late.
