James held tight to Lisa as he led her through the darkened club, skirting tables and half-dressed waitresses as they made their way to the back, to where a tall, striking blonde sat waiting in a corner booth. They made a striking pair together, and others noticed them as they walked by. James was tall, a slender athletic build. A handsome older man with his hand wrapped around the full curves of the chestnut haired beauty with him. She was petite, only about 5'1", but with full, womanly curves that were a stark contrast to the tall, almost anorexic women wandering around them. They approached the woman in the booth, and the two women were briefly introduced, pleasantries exchanged, and then Lisa was skirted away to be seated at the bar.
Holding her close, not wanting to let go of her, but knowing what they were there for, James kissed her there in the middle of the club for all to see that claim had been laid upon her. His hands wandered over her body as they kissed, and then he helped her onto the bar stool. He whispered something to the bartender who nodded and smiled in her direction, then moved away to bring her the drink James had requested for her. James whispered into her ear that the barkeep would keep unwanted attention from her. He kissed her softly, just once more, and then walked away, back to the blonde in the booth.
Lisa watched him walk away, her usually bright green eyes darkened. Excitement and jealousy mingled in her eyes. She smiled at the bartender and took a sip of the drink he set before her, then turned her attention back to James and the blonde. James had settled next to her, sliding his arm along the back of the seat as their heads bent low, talking to be heard over the loud music. Lisa turned her attention to the nearly naked woman on the stage for a moment, watching her thin hips grind to the too loud music, noting the men seated around the stage drooling, staring, mesmerized by her dancing. The girl had a nice body, but she lacked in the rhythm department, Lisa thought as she turned her attention back to James.
She could see the blonde's hands moving beneath the table and knew exactly what was happening. They had planned this. She turned the barstool just a bit so that she could see beneath the table. The girl had opened James' jeans and had his large cock out, stroking it as they talked. Lisa was not threatened in the least, but was envious of the girl touching him. This was something they both and wanted; an adventure out, something spicy, different and fun. Besides, she owned that cock. She knew exactly where it would be later.
She watched the grimace on his face and knew that the girl's nails were raking the length of him. She didn't have to see every movement. Lisa could tell by the look on his face what was happening, and she was enjoying this torture as much as he was. She didn't know what it was that made him enjoy that particular pain, but there was nothing she ever denied him.
He had teased her about doing this. At first, she hadn't liked the idea, but then other things came into her devious mind and she told him later that she wanted to do this. He couldn't know what she had planned for later, and she hadn't let him know anything. She let him think he was in control of the situation and simply went along with it like a good girl, smiling innocently as they went through the evening. She watched now as the girl stroked the full length of him. He was hard, erect and needy. She could see it on his face, and could most certainly see it as the girl pumped her hand up and down.
Yes, she was enjoying this. Even knowing he was gaining from it. Now and then the girl would look up, her eyes questioning, but Lisa didn't give anything away with her eyes. Now and then she would turn away and ignore them, paying attention to the dancers and other patrons of the bar instead. She didn't want him to know she was watching every move enviously. She didn't want him to know that as much as she was enjoying him enjoying himself, she wanted to drag him away somewhere dark and private and have him inside her immediately.
For nearly an hour she watched as he was stroked, scratched, and occasionally pinched. His cock was slapped beneath the table. And then she gave the signal by placing her drained glass upside down on the bar. He nodded to the girl, placed his cock back in his pants and slid out of the booth. Lisa laughed softly to herself as he rose. His cock was rock hard, defined by the tight jeans pulled tighter, and it looked much like he had stuffed an enormous banana in his pants.
She slid from the stool and walked over to them, taking him by the hand and motioning the girl to follow them. The trio left the bar without speaking. Lisa's hand in his, James led both women to the car, with the thought of more of the same to take place, with more privacy. Lisa sat in the front. James and the girl crawled in the back. Lisa watched as the girl unzipped James once more and withdrew his cock from its prison. James placed his hand on the girl's head and she obeyed, taking his cock in her mouth. The intensity on his face as she sucked him off was exciting Lisa more and more. She knew he was quickly approaching the edge and just dying to explode in the girl's mouth, but that wasn't the deal. He couldn't come, no matter what. All he could do was sit there and be tortured and teased. At least, there was no release to come with the girl.
Yes, in normal circumstances, he was the one controlling the shots, but in this case, to get her to "go along" with him, he had agreed to this one stipulation. He was not afraid of that occasional desire to know and then feed the masochist he kept hidden. He enjoyed this sort of cock worship and the torture, and she loved pleasing him, so there was no way she wouldn't go through with this. Besides, he knew despite Lisa's initial protests that she was very much a voyeur and loved watching when girls were allowed to touch and play with him this way. And when they were sent away, knowing they could not have his cock buried inside their wet little cunts, it was a power trip for her. She loved knowing they were sent away wanting and she was the recipient of all that pent-up desire.