Part 5 -- Thirst
Kelly and I lay together in the playroom of John and Lena's house. Our master and mistress had given us a "breather" but I think we both understood it to be time to process what had happened over the weekend and, indeed, the past few months.
Kelly was naked and curled on her side facing me. I was on my side facing her. The room was kept warm so we weren't under the covers of the king-size bed. I was naked except for the chastity cage I had 'earned' the first night.
The lighting was soft in here. I knew it was late afternoon, but time seemed to stop in here where we had been initiated into Lena's circle, as she called it. I didn't know the breadth of it. We only knew of a few people. Were they all submissive like me and (sometimes) my wife? Or were the sexual tastes more varied? I'd already seen the ribbon and ring bondage that Ahni embodied, which was more artwork than bondage. And Cara, her partner, didn't have but the one tattoo signifying men she'd taken inside her, whereas Ahni had many dozens.
I reached down and stroked just above the bandage centered on Kelly's lower belly, covering the small tattoo that matched Cara's, the tattoo that represented master's deepest penetration and ownership, the symbol of depths I couldn't reach both physically and metaphorically within my wife.
"Does it hurt?"
Kelly smiled softly and shook her head.
"Any regrets?" I said.
Her smile broadened. "None," she said. Then her expression became concerned. "You?"
"This has gone farther than I ever imagined but..."
I tried to go back in my mind to the beginning, when I was simply attracted to Lena's strong presence. I had met her when she joined our company as Director of Marketing. She had seen something in me. She called me, "My Gentleman," in a way that melted my resolve. It wasn't lust so much as intoxication. And it only grew I spent more time with her, and strengthened as she introduced us to her husband, John. And when we became social friends, I was happy simply that they wanted us around them.
But they wanted Kelly more. I couldn't deny it. John had flirted openly with my wife. Lena had befriended her like a protégé. Slowly, Kelly began to open up to them. And I benefited because Kelly became more sexually adventurous. She was thirsty, I thought, at first, for me. But reflecting back, I was merely a vessel for her lust for them. And this weekend of initiation confirmed it. She loved them. She loved me too but she adored, worshipped, and needed them also. Our lives were forever altered. The tattoo marked that change in us. And I couldn't go back to the way things used to be. I also had no idea what the future held for us.
"But?" Kelly said, breaking through my reverie.
"But, I wouldn't change anything," I said.
She leaned into me. She kissed me softly. She stroked my cheek with her hand. I eased under her caresses. I realized how scared I was at this moment.
"You won't lose me, dear," she said, knowing what I needed to hear. "I am theirs, yes, but I will always be yours too. I will do whatever they say and I know you will too. It turns me on so much to be their plaything. And it truly excites me to watch you too. I can't explain it. The more you do for them, the hotter I get. And this..."
She reached down and cupped my cage.
"It's a symbol of how much you love me because it looks silly and you look weak and small in it. And fuck... that makes me almost as wet as when I see John fuck your face with his fat cock."
I whimpered for her as my dick twitched under its shell.
Kelly laughed her wicked laugh. She bit my lip lightly.
"There's my little cuck," she said.
I pressed my cage against her hand, trying to get some sensation.
She whispered, "I can't wait for the day this comes off and you get to stick your little dick in me again, and you push and you push trying to reach this." And she reached down to touch the bandage over her tattoo. "But you can't and you won't. You won't... ever... measure... up."
I groaned as my dick filled the small cage and began to ache. It ached from constraint as much as it ached for her. It ached for her words that melted me in lust. She knew I needed to hear those words from her. I could only satisfy her by never being able to satisfy her. That's what this weekend had taught us. That is what Lena and John had shown us.
"Are you torturing our good little gentleman?"
We both startled. It was Lena's voice. She had come in the room and in our lust, neither of us had noticed her.
"Yes, mistress," Kelly said. She was the first to collect herself, of course.
"That's good, my pet," Lena said, "He needs to be reminded constantly of his place, and be kept on this edge for him to be of any use to us at all."
"Yes, mistress, of course," Kelly said.
Lena turned and left the room. Kelly jumped off the bed to follow her and I, ever the slowest to catch on, fell in behind them. Lena didn't even need to command us now.
As we followed Lena into the den, John was working on his laptop. He wore the loose, silky boxers that did nothing to hide his cock, the tip of which was peeking out of the leg. I looked at Cara who was already fixated on it. Ahni and Cara were cuddled together nude on the couch. John didn't look up but they seemed expectant. Ahni was lightly brushing Cara's pink nipple that stood erect.
They both stood up as Lena walked over to them. She gave them each a deep kiss and then sat on the couch next to John.
Lena said, "My pets, Ahni and Cara gave you a gift today. I've given you over to them for a bit. Try not to disappoint me."
Ahni, striking with the long red ribbon that laced through the rings in her labia and up through the rings on her nipples, walked over to my wife, took her face in her hands and looked deep into her eyes. Kelly's face was full of wonder. Her eyes flicked back and forth to Ahni's searching for a clue. Ahni leaned in and kissed her. My wife responded, closing her eyes and melting into the kiss. Cara walked behind Kelly and stood behind her, pressing skin upon skin. She stroked my wife's arms and kissed her neck. It seemed to go on forever, tender, soft, until my wife's knees actually started to buckle. Ahni pulled back and licked her lips as my wife softly opened her eyes, which were glistening. Her mouth stayed open slightly as Cara continued to lean against her back and stroke her shoulders.
Ahni said, "Has any man ever kissed you like that?"
My wife shook her head. Her eyes flicked toward me but she didn't make contact.
I stood still and cold to the side. Standing with my dick in a cage, while our master and mistress went about their business and two women gave my wife the kiss of her life. I was superfluous. My dick expanded to fill the tiny shell.
Cara stroked Kelly's breasts as Ahni approached me. She looked up at me like she was examining a bug.
"You've never kissed your wife like that?"
"She's never... No."
Ahni smirked. She reached down and flicked her fingers up under the cage.
"You let this fuck you?" She said. Her face was on me but the words were for my wife.
Kelly looked into my eyes. Cara's caresses had her eyes half-lidded in desire.
Kelly said, "I... used to."
My heart skipped a beat. Was this the end for me? Didn't she just say she looked forward to having me try? Maybe now, it was only to see me fail.
Ahni reached down further to encircle my balls in her thumb and forefinger.
"You let these squirt into you? Tell me, how do they compare?"
Kelly said, "I've never got much out of them." She squirmed as Cara dragged a finger across her vulva. "Except, when he was watching me get fucked."
Ahni said, "Is that true? Do you come more when your pretty wife is being fucked by someone else?"
My wife watched me carefully as I formed my answer.
"It's the best I've ever felt. The most I've ever come." I groaned as Ahni squeezed harder.
