This is a continuation of a multi-part story. If you don't start with part #1, none of this will make sense.
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After the sex shop on the boardwalk (where I ate out Anna in the changing room to an impromptu orgasm) the rest of the afternoon was relatively uneventful. The four of us shopped for a while longer, then we all sat on the beach sipping drinks in the warm sun for a couple hours.
I found my sex drive was quickly rebounding after my first ever prostate release that morning. Of course, Anna's persistent teasing helped along those lines. She was relentless; it was as if each orgasm I gave her fueled her sex drive even more. That physiology was in stark contrast to my body's own mechanisms. Typically, the more I orgasmed, the less I wanted to have anything to do with sex. Perhaps that's what made this new relationship dynamic work so well. Each time Anna denied my orgasm and I felt no release, my arousal increased to exceed hers, which was growing in its own right. We were like two insatiable sex crazed pleasure-seekers, continuously reaching new heights of arousal and lust. And I loved it.
The beach looked different to me that day than it had on the first day, before we met Chad and Lisa, and before I had truly grasped the concept of a female-led relationship. I no longer felt embarrassed or uncomfortable. I had a renewed sense of self confidence; I was really enjoying my new responsibilities as primary pleasure-giver in my relationship with Anna.
After a while of lying out in the sun, it was getting late in the afternoon and Lisa suggested we check out the main bar at the resort. We walked further down the boardwalk than we had previously. The bar was at the far end of the beach overlooking the sand and waves. The whole end wall of the bar opened up and the tables sprawled onto an outdoor patio covered only in strings of lights and beach-themed decorations. There was a live band playing on one end of a stage under the canopy.
About two thirds of the tables were occupied, so we didn't have trouble finding a seat. For the next hour or so nothing much happened; we shared a large seafood sampler and threw back drink after drink as the night went on. As the sky grew darker and the stars came out, the band played louder and the tables filled with partiers rounding out their night.
The bar was also having a dance competition that night. Several competitions, in fact. Throughout the evening couples could compete in several different mini-contests of varying themes and dance styles. The big news was the prize; each winning couple was awarded a "free day", during which the chastised male would be set free from his cage and allowed to wander the resort totally unencumbered.
Anna used this in an attempt to convince me to join her. Remember, I don't dance. Anna had grown up dancing in competitions, and had been quite fond of clubs during her wilder college years. That was only a few years behind her now, at age 28, so she still had the moves, so to speak. And definitely the body.
"Come on, Tim," Anna pleaded, stirring the fruity alcoholic drink in front of her. "What's the worst that can happen?"
"Here? I'm not exactly comfortable here in my condition." I said sarcastically, motioning towards my lap.
"Oh, nonsense! Everyone here is locked and loaded!" Anna joked.
Lisa laughed out loud. "Don't you mean loaded and locked?"
Haha, I thought. Sure all the guys were confined to chastity cages, but they weren't all created equally. Since the devices were color coded according to size, everyone always knew just what you were packing. Or in my case, what I wasn't packing. And the fact that mine was crystal clear when everyone else's was opaque...well, that was just cruel. No way was I getting up on a stage in front of everyone.
Lisa jumped in. "Look, I'll do it if you will. And God knows I can't dance a step."
"Amen to that," Chad chuckled.
Somehow, through the sheer force of peer pressure, they continued until I finally agreed.
"Just once! And I don't have to like it," I said grudgingly.
One of the waitresses from the resort took the stage and announced the first round of dancing. It was freestyle, and couples would be tapped out until just one couple remained as the winners. The band started playing again, and Anna grabbed my arm and led me to the dance floor. Chad and Lisa danced beside us among about 10-12 total couples.
Anna and Lisa were laughing and goofing around, but I just sort of swayed awkwardly. Eventually, Anna playfully pushed me away, and Lisa jumped in. She began screwing around and dancing as badly as possible along with me. Anna laughed, shrugged and started dancing with Chad.
It didn't get much better, but thankfully everyone was drunk enough we ended up having a good time. We all got tapped out and took our seats again at our table.
"See, that wasn't so bad!" Lisa joked, taking Anna's place next to me. Anna sat in Lisa's chair, which was so close to Chad's that their thighs touched. She didn't seem to notice.
"It was kind of fun I guess," I admitted.
We ordered more drinks and talked, enjoying the live music and the warm sea air. The fact that we were all nude enhanced the experience; that free and unencumbered feeling was part of the draw of a nudist resort. Well, we were naked except for the string bikini bottoms that Anna and Lisa still wore. And of course, my and Chad's chastity cages. None of which was visible above the table; my view across the table consisted of my wife's beautiful, perfectly shaped hanging breasts and Chad's tanned muscular chest just inches from her. God, why were they sitting so close to one another?!
"Tim...Tim?" Anna asked.
My eyes jumped up from her tits to her eyes. "Huh? Sorry..."
Busted.