Part 6 -- Teamwork
My wife, Kelly, and I were dressed for a party. Her dress was deep red and silky with a long slit moving up her left leg toward her inner thighs. If she wasn't careful, her slit would part and you could see her bare vulva. I kept glancing at that sliding window of cloth as she got ready.
"Is it too much?" she said.
"No, it's perfect," I said.
"It might be hard to dance in. Someone will get an eyeful."
"Isn't that the point?"
She smirked. "Yes, it is. Maybe I won't be too careful tonight. Maybe, I'll flash everybody and they can see how eager my pussy is to get filled."
Damn. My wife was beginning to relish her role. It began months ago as I grew attracted to Lena, the Marketing Director at my company. She seemed to encourage my crush. She even called me her, "Gentleman." But her efforts increased when she saw my wife's picture on my desk. That seemed to seal my fate. My wife's curly auburn hair, her soft curves, and light freckles across her nose and cheeks seemed to captivate Lena, who was tall, athletic, with dark hair.
Soon, the two of us were invited out, and as my wife met John, Lena's husband, a former college soccer player, she seemed to grow fonder of him every day. Kelly responded to his flirtation and appeared to relish his quiet confidence. Over time, my wife became more sexually impulsive with me. It seemed his attention turned her on greatly and he even instigated it a little, all to my benefit.
But we soon learned that Lena and John were far ahead of us in sexual roleplay. Kelly -- accidentally, I thought -- followed Lena to a private room at the dance club and watched them in a scene of dominance and submission that seemed to flip a switch in my wife. It wasn't long after that we were drawn into their circle and finally initiated as their property. For the past weekend, Kelly and I had endured all manner of ecstasy as Lena and John helped us cross over into their inner circle. Kelly and I were now their pets and I was a caged cuck lovingly mocked by my wife.
I relished it. I didn't want to go back. After the exquisite humiliations I had experienced over this time, I couldn't imagine going back to my job in IT. I couldn't picture my wife and I alone in our living room watching TV. Not without my face between her legs sucking out a load of fresh cum. It was going to be a tough transition. Part of me wished that John and Lena could just keep us in their play room as real pets. Fed, and petted, and disciplined forever.
Kelly said, "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking about tomorrow aren't you?"
I nodded.
She came over to me kneeling on the floor. I was in a dress shirt and gray slacks. My cage was all I wore underneath. I had grown comfortable with it. Plastic and transparent, it seemed to express how I felt -- my face pressed against the glass wishing for what could be on the other side.
Kelly touched my cheek.
"We're going to have to work it out when we get home. I hope Lena and John will always want us and give us what we crave, but you and I both know that it can't be every day. But you... You can be my every day."
She shifted her legs and I saw the dress part right over her pussy, which was bald. Her labia were pink and slightly swollen. She was already wet.
She said, "If they let me."
I leaned toward her crotch as she stepped away to finish primping her hair. Tonight was a party.
* * *
Kelly and I followed Lena and John into the club. We'd been here before. I knew that the private rooms were downstairs and only accessible by invitation. John had Lena and Kelly on each arm. I followed closely behind.
"John's teammates are here tonight," Lena had told me earlier as I helped her out of the car.
The phrase, "the team," kept echoing in my head as we made our way through the club. It had been there since John had suggested earlier that he should invite the team over for drinks.
But instead, Lena had decided that we should meet
them
for drinks, "Someplace public." I didn't know if that was meant to make me feel safer or more exposed. That was the two sides to Lena and to me. I both feared and longed for the humiliation. I hoped she wouldn't have Kelly fucked in public for everyone to watch, and also longed to see it happen and for everyone to know that I could do nothing to interfere.
Part of the torture was how they all kept me in the dark now. I was only told what to do in the moment: get dressed, get in the car, take our things to coat check, pick up the drinks. Kelly either knew or didn't care what came next. She looked free and happy. She went out on the dance floor right away. I stood at the edge and watched her dance with John. Lena stood next to me watching as they went out. She was wearing a black sheer dress with a plunging neckline that exposed the inner curve of her breasts. The short skirt made her legs seem impossibly long.
"She's so in love," Lena said, leaning into my ear.
My whole body tingled. I felt my pulse race and my breath quicken in my chest. I could smell Lena's perfume and the now familiar copper scent of her arousal. I leaned into her and closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the heat from her body. It felt protective. I realized that I, too, was in love. That is, I adored Lena. I worshipped her, and in some moments, I just wanted her to wrap me up in her arms and tell me it was all right. I was doing good. It was right to give them Kelly. It was right to give them my chastity. It was right to let them use me however they saw fit.
Lena said, "Are you mine, my pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Good. I was beginning to think you loved your master's cock more."
"For you," I said. And then looking across to Kelly who was spinning and laughing with John. "And for her."
"You're a lucky man. She is a goddess," Lena said. She licked her lips. "She will quickly become my husband's favorite. But she's also growing. She will eventually want to be more than just a pet."
I looked at Lena. She turned to me. She reached out to stroke the hair along my ear. I shivered at the touch.
"She is enjoying dominating you. It's a huge turn on for her. She may reach a point where she will want to be your goddess more than she wants to be our pet."
