She told him Sunday night to make no plans for Thursday. "We'll be going to the Society House for a special training on Thursday," she explained. "I know it will be tough, but I don't want you to cum at all before then."
It had been a long three and a half days by the time Thursday finally arrived. Of course, even though he had not been allowed to cum, that hadn't stopped Amy from teasing him. In fact, she had seemed intent to keep him on edge for the entire time. He had spent more time continuously hard than he had in recent memory. It got so bad, Amy had to restrain his hands and feet to the bedposts at night so he wouldn't play with himself or roll over and rub one out on the sheets.
It was almost over though. Paul and Amy were driving to The Society, she at the wheel, he naked in the passenger seat. Only those they passed driving higher profile vehicles, like trucks and SUV's, would have any inkling he was naked. This had happened before, being driven while sitting nude in the car. He had almost gotten used to it and was only mildly embarrassed when a passerby would react like they had actually seen he was naked.
"It's almost over baby," Amy said, leading him by the cock into the Society Building. "You have been such a trouper, being denied release without whining. I think it will be well worth the wait."
The mystery had intrigued him. What possibly could this "training' be, he wondered. He had submitted to all her instructions and kinky requests so far. Paul could think of nothing he hadn't already been taught to do correctly.
Paul was brought into a large, well lit salon. He was not alone. There were about 5 other men, all nude and erect, there too.
"Ladies," Ms. Lake said, entering the room with the regal gait she always used, "you know what tonight entails. Please make sure you are totally prepared before we continue. Do you all wish to continue?"
There was a choir of enthusiastic "yes" replies. The women then moved away leaving only the men grouped around Ms. Lake.
"Most of you don't realize," she began, "that the goddesses, whose pleasure is your responsibility, are often unsatisfied from making love with you." She looked from one to the other man in the room. "Those dicks of yours are not the end all, be all for women. Most of the time, when you ejaculate, we haven't finished. We act like we have, but we haven't. You roll off satisfied while we yearn for the final Big O that never comes, at least not until you fall asleep and we masturbate while you snore away. Tonight we all learn how to fix that."
Rebecca reached into a bowl on the table and pulled out two slips of paper. "The first pairing is Paul and Tina."
Tina approached him smiling from an ante room. She was a petite brunette with a thin waist and alabaster skin. She wrapped her hand around his cock, leading him out of the room. Paul looked around for his wife to ascertain her level of participation in this "training". She was nowhere to be seen.
Tina pulled Paul into a small room off the main salon. It was dimly lit. In front of them was yet another room. Once his eyes adjusted Paul witnessed a scene he had only seen in his fantasies up until now.
Paul recognized the nasty, sour feeling welling up from the pit of his stomach. It was jealousy.
He saw a couple in the next room. The beautiful nude woman stood, passionately kissing a tall man in front of her. They were slowly stroking each other's bodies, obviously preparing for sex. The man he recognized from other encounters at The Society. The woman was Amy! He had never seen his wife involved with another man. Sure, he had seen her idly stroking one of the men attending the many Society Socials they had attended together. He
knew
she enjoyed the oral attentions of many men during these gatherings but he had never actually witnessed it because he had his face buried in some other woman's pussy. Fair is fair, after all.
As uncomfortable as it was to watch, Paul couldn't take his eyes off Amy.
With her hands attached to the man's cock, Amy laid back into a semi reclining position on the chaise lounge, the only piece of furniture in that room. Slowly she spread her legs wide. Even Paul could see the skin glistening from her arousal from his position.
Tina encouraged Paul to kneel on the floor. She sunk to her knees behind him. He could feel Tina's soft, large breasts pressing against the skin of his back through the fabric of the diaphanous gown she was wearing. Paul's eyes were lower than his wife's position on the chaise. His view of their coupling was no longer obscured by their bodies. Paul saw no faces. From this position his view was entirely of sexual organs, cock and cunt meeting in rhythmic motion. The erotic scene inflamed his long denied desires but his brain was screaming "
a stranger is fucking my wife"
