Four Kinds Of Service Ch 04

I'll tell you right now, I'm a good husband. And Kate, you can tell by now, is a spectacular wife. And it's not so much that anything had gone wrong between us, but there's a thing that happens in a long relationship... I don't know, like a layer of fog over the lens maybe. You stop seeing all of the person in front of you. Or maybe you lose focus a bit. That's what happened to Kate and me. Her career was good, mine was good. We'd never had kids. We traveled all the time, and mostly not together. I'd never cheated, and I'm pretty sure she hadn't either. We could have survived that, but we never had to. Instead, we'd meet at home after a week of travel, exhausted, no energy for each other, and kind of retreat to our neutral corners. Until one day we both realized we wanted more. And not from anyone else either, from each other. So we'd started these weekends away, meeting in some city after travel weeks. Trying out new ways of being together.

And this, this cage on my cock, this was certainly a new way of being together.

Kate napped contentedly, relaxed after her orgasm, tired from a morning of walking and the wine at lunch. Me, on the other hand? Not so much. I stayed pressed against her until she fell asleep, but the feeling of her ass against my caged cock was too much—there was no sleep for me. So I slipped quietly out of bed and got one of my cameras from my luggage. I wanted a picture of her sleeping face.

***

"The fourth kind of service is remote-control service," she said.

We were dressing for dinner, or I should say, she was dressing for dinner. She'd asked me to stay naked, in my cage of course, and photograph her while she dressed. "You shoot models all week, Nicky. Shoot me all weekend, darling."

The light was bad, but I made the most of it, slowing the shutter down, using the blur, capturing the long moment we were making together in this room.

As she did her makeup in the mirror, she raised her eyes to look at me behind her, naked with the camera. "How does it feel to work naked, Nick?" she asked.

"I'm not working. I'm playing," I told her.

"Well good," she said. "I'm glad it's OK for you. It will be good practice for later."

I was about to ask what she meant when she said, "Nick, be a dear and get me my toy bag from the bedroom."

Oh god, the bag again. I brought her the bag, worrying about what else she'd pull out of it.

"The fourth kind of service is remote control service, Nicky." She drew out what looked like a curved butt toy, a prostate massager. She set it onto the counter and reached into the bag again. She pulled out a small plastic device on a key chain—it looked like a key fob, with buttons all over it. She held it up dramatically and pressed one of the buttons. The toy started to buzz noisily on the counter. She picked it up, held it out to me, and I took the obscene thing in my hand. She pressed again, and it changed patterns. Each time she pressed, the thing responded with some new behavior. Buzzing. Rumbling. Pulsing. She pressed a different button and the thing started wagging obscenely back and forth. Finally, she held down the button one last time and the thing came to a rest.

"My god," was all I could manage.

"You can call me that if you like, Nicky," she said, smiling. "Goddess works too."

"Kate..." I said.

"OK, you can call me Kate." She was grinning like a kid now, amused at my predicament.

"So, remote control service works like this," she said. "Any time I want something, I will signal by pressing the remote. You will feel it, I assume. And you will figure out what I want and you will give it to me. This way I don't have to spell everything out for you..." She looked at me for a moment, then said, "Do you understand?"

"I'll feel it?" I ask, stupidly.

"Yes, Nicky," she laughed. "I'm going to put this in your ass now, and once I do, I have a pretty good suspicion that you're going to feel the hell out it."

"Oh god," I said. I was trying to figure out how to respond to this. My cock seemed to feel pretty good about it, because it had grown considerably and was exerting pressure on the cage, or perhaps the cage was exerting pressure on my cock. I frankly couldn't tell because I was trying to figure out if she was going to make me wear the cage and the plug to dinner and would I ever come and oh god, what if this thing in my ass made me come in my pants? I was so fucking close now that my cock was dripping, and I was genuinly scared that I might not make it through dinner.

"Kate, uh, what if I..." I tried to ask.

"Come in your pants?" she finished for me. She seemed gleeful at the thought.

I nodded.

"Well then, you'll have quite the mess to clean up, now won't you?"

I nodded again, weakly. Wondering if I'd ever be free to just fuck her.

"Kate, how long does remote control service last?" I ask.

"As long as I want it to, Nicky!" she said. She reached into her toy bag one more time and pulled out a tube of lube. "Now bend over this sink so I can fill your sexy little ass with this toy before dinner."

***

Aside from a brief test in the taxi on the way to dinner, the toy had stayed idle, nestled deep in my ass, until we were seated at the restaurant. I had thought that walking around the museum with my dick in a cage was challenging, but adding this toy to the mix had really upped the degree of difficulty. I tried various walks to navigate the hotel, the taxi, the conspicuous walk to our table at dinner. I was certain that every walk carried one message: this guy has some kinky shit going on under his pants. Still, we'd made it to the table without incident, and I was feeling pretty good as we reviewed the menus.

When the waiter approached out table—that's when the trouble began. A sudden low rumble in my ass.

"We have a few specials tonight," the waiter said. I hoped the background noise was loud enough that he couldn't hear what was going on under the table. And fuck, what did Kate mean, starting the toy at that moment? She wanted something. What?

The waiter rattled off the specials, but I frankly didn't hear a word. "I'll order for both of us," I said, taking a chance that this was what Kate wanted. The vibrator suddenly went silent. I guess that meant I'd gotten it right.

I gave him our order, choosing things I knew from long experience that Kate would like. A salad to share. A pasta for her. A piece of fish for me.

"And to drink?" the waiter said.

"She'll have a glass of the pinot noir, and I'll..." but I was cut off by a sudden onslaught in my pants. "No make that a cotes du rhone for the lady, and I'll have the pinot," I said. The buzzing stopped. The waiter smiled, nodded, and walked away.

"Nicely done," said Kate, smiling at me. "You're going to be very good at this by the time the night is over."

***

I was relieved that Kate didn't want to go out after dinner. I was so turned on by the way she was pressing my buttons, so to speak, that all I could think of was our hotel room, and getting this junk off me, and coming my brains out. I was grateful that she allowed me to hail a cab. The hotel wasn't far, but I wasn't looking forward to walking home with all this hardware in my pants. In the cab, she turned the vibrator on as soon as the cab started moving. She leaned into me and said, "this doesn't mean anything, for now. I just want you turned on."

It worked. The buzzing in my ass was spreading to my balls, causing my cock to swell. She pressed another button and the pattern changed. I looked at her, but she didn't speak. She pressed another button, and I began to think I might come in my pants.

"Kate..." I said, closing my eyes.

"Ssshhh," she said. "Don't come, Nicky." She pressed the button, upping the intensity once more. "You still have a chance to get into my pants tonight, Nicky. You don't want to waste it here in the taxi, do you?"

Oh shit. I gritted my teeth, trying to tamp down my arousal, but the fight felt hopeless. I felt my orgasm approaching. I was saved from my fate though, because at that moment, we pulled up to the curb, and the vibrator went silent. I closed my eyes, relieved, and took deep breathes to try to calm myself.

I was on the street side as we pulled up. I waited for her to get out, but she looked at me coldly, and pressed the button. I sprung to action, prodded by the buzzing, hopping out of the car and running around to her side to get her door. As I did, the vibrations changed again. What did she want now?

"Nightcap?" I guessed, and the vibrations quieted down, but did not die altogether.

"That would be lovely," she said.

As we walked through the lobby, she took my hand, and leaned into me. "I'm not turning it off now until we get upstairs," she said, "so pay attention to the patterns."

I exhaled deeply, trying to get my composure. "And Nick," she said, "Try not to come in the bar."

With that, she dropped my hand and strode into the bar ahead of me. I watched the eyes of the room turn to her.

***

"Marianna, this is Nick," she said. I recognized the bartender from the night before. Same smile. Same well-fitted tuxedo shirt. Same hint of... something in her look. I remembered her name too, because Kate had promised to tell me about her, though she hadn't yet.

Kate took a stool at the bar, and I sat next to her. Comfy leather swivel barstools, with low backs. I was grateful for the upholstery. Especially when I felt the pattern in my ass shift.

Marianna was looking at me expectantly. Kate was too.

"Nice to meet you, Marianna," I said. New pattern. "What were we drinking last night?" I asked.

"Nice to meet you too, Nick," she said, smiling. "Last night it was Blanton's," she said.

"Two, please. Neat." The buzzing subsided to a low rumble.

She nodded and went to pour our drinks. She really was stunning. Tall, thin, graceful. I looked at Kate, who was watching me watch Marianna. "Do you want to tell me about her?" I asked.

Kate smiled. "Well, we've had a chance to talk almost every night this week." Kate leaned in to my ear and said, "I think we could take her to bed tonight, if we tried."

Fuck. I... Kate continued, "I mean, I'm sure I could. I'm not sure how she'd feel about adding you to the party." Kate smiled, teasing me, holding my hand on the bar.

Marianna returned with our drinks. She looked at Kate, held her eye, and nodded in my direction. She said to Kate, "So this is Nick?"

"Yes, this is Nick," Kate said.

Marianna turned to fully regard me then. Made a show of looking me up and down. "I see why you like him," she said and went back to looking at Kate.

"What did she tell you about me?" I asked, trying to flirt.

Kate said, "Jesus, Nick, it's always about you, isn't it?" They both laughed, and I felt defeated.

Marianna moved off to help some other customers, and Kate took my hand. "Now Nicky, you know I'm only teasing you." She took my hand in both of hers, setting the remote on the bar, and pivoted her stool to me. I turned to face her. She said, "Now, tonight is about what I want, is that right?"

I nodded.

Kate continued, "Well, what I want is to take that girl upstairs and fuck her brains out." Kate said.

I hadn't thought Kate had any more surprises left for me, but clearly I'd been wrong. Kate and I had joked about threesomes, but it had never made it past a joke. And Kate with a woman? As far as I knew, that had never happened before.

"Now of course you'd like that, Nicky," she said, "I see how you look at her." Oh god, I thought. I'd imagined I'd been so slick. "And of course you look at her. She's beautiful, she's young, she's flirtatious."

I nodded. I wasn't sure where this was going. I didn't know whether I should be terrified or excited. Hopeful or crushed. Kate had played me this weekend to the point that I couldn't tell what was coming next. I just knew that I wanted to get her in bed as soon as I could. And now, Kate was dangling the possibility of having her and this pretty young thing? I figured my best option was to keep my mouth shut.

"Of course, it wouldn't do to have us both sleep with her, Nicky," she said, and I could feel the hope draining from my body. "I mean, you're just in service this weekend. So I'd expect you to help me seduce her, and to make yourself useful while I slept with her, but it would be strictly look but don't touch for you Nicky," she said, smiling.

I looked down, feeling crushed. She took my chin in her hands and pulled my face up to look at her. She kissed me tenderly. "Of course, maybe you could take pictures," she said brightly.

***

And that, dear reader, is how I found myself alone in a hotel suite with my wife and a long leggy young bartender in a tuxedo that fitted just so. Well, that might not be the whole story. The whole story would certainly include the moment when Marianna returned to our spot at the bar to see if we needed a refill, and instead, spotting Kate's remote on the bar, picked it up and looked at Kate and said, "Is this it?!?!"

Oh shit, they had talked about it.

Kate had just said, "Press the button with the red dot on it."

Marianna's jaw dropped in wonder. She looked at me, then at Kate, then back at me and said, "Oh my god this is too cool!"

She pressed the red button, and saw me jolt in reaction. The red button apparently means, "Vaporize him."

"Oh shit press it again!" said Kate, laughing. Marianna did, the machine went back to the low rumble setting, and my soul was able to climb down from the ceiling and reinhabit my body.

Kate said then, "What time do you get off work?"

***

They sat on the couch in our suite and I brought them drinks. They were sitting close, foreheads pressed together, talking, whispering to each other, hands on each other. They took their drinks without really looking at me, without really moving apart.

"Nick is a photographer," Kate said to Marianna, louder, so I could hear.

"I know. You told me."

"I want him to shoot us while I fuck you," Kate said.

"You're going to fuck me?" Marianna said.

"Yes, I am," said Kate. She set her drink down and started to unbutton Marianna's blouse. I stood stupidly in the middle of the floor.

"Nick," Kate said to me. "Do you remember how you shot me while I dressed tonight?"

She wasn't looking at me, so I said, "Yes. I remember."

Kate said, "Like that. Now."

I turned to get my camera, stripping off my clothes as I went. I don't know if they watched me go, but by the time I got back, they were deep in each other's arms, kissing slowly.

Now reader, I don't know if you've ever stood naked in a room, cock in a cage, plug in your ass, camera in hand and watched your wife make out with another woman. I wonder how you would react. Me, I did two things. First, I noted that my dick was impossibly hard. Second, I saw instantly where I needed to be in the room—and where I needed them to be in the room—to get the best shot. In short, I started working.

I got in close, opened the lens up wide, slowed the shutter. I shot. I watched Kate take off Marianna's shirt. I shot. I saw her slide her hand under Marianna's boyish tank top, take hold of her erect nipple. I shot. I circled. I pulled open the curtains to get the light from the street lamps into the room. I wondered who could see in. I shot. I shot as Kate pulled off Marianna's tuxedo pants, somehow never taking her mouth off of the younger woman. I shot as Kate dropped to take Marianna's breast in her mouth—pushing her white tank up, pushing her white panties down. I shot Kate's hand finding Marianna's wet pussy. I shot Marianna spreading her legs and pushing Kate's mouth down, home, between her legs, with both hands. I shot Marianna's head falling back in pleasure, then ecstasy, then orgasm. I shot and she came and came and came.

They paused. Marianna was lying back, her eyes closed. Recovering. Kate looked at me like it was Christmas morning. I should have shot, but I missed the moment because I was stunned by Kate's beauty, her happiness, her power.

"Are you having fun?" she asked me.

"I don't know what this is," I said honestly, "but fun doesn't even come close to describing it."

"Good," she said. She reached into her purse and found the remote. "Let's go into the bedroom." She stood and kissed me. I could taste Marianna on her lips. She turned back to the reclining woman and kissed her again. "Come with me," she said to her gently, taking her by the hand, helping her stand. Marianna didn't look at me. She was completely focused on Kate. She walked past me without seeming to notice the naked, caged photographer eyeing her.

Kate led her by the hand across the suite to the bedroom. I followed, looking for light.

In the bedroom, Marianna seemed to find her energy. She had dropped most of her clothes in the other room—but kept her tank top on. Kate hadn't managed to get out of her clothes at all though, and Marianna took this moment to address that. They stood in the middle of the room, kissing, while I went back to work, moving the blinds, finding a bedside light that would work, planning my angles. By the time I turned back, Kate was in nothing but panties, and the two of them were moving to the bed. Somehow though, Kate had managed to hold onto the remote. As Marianna kissed her passionately, Kate pushed her away for a moment, saying, "Wait, wait, just a second." Kate turned to me and Marianna paused to watch what Kate would do next.

I was very aware of my nakedness, my throbbing dick in the cage, the toy rumbling away gently in my ass. Kate said, "Now I'm going to turn on the movement on that plug. They say that this setting can make a man come with no additional genital stimulation whatsoever. And I can tell you one thing for sure tonight, Nicky, is that you'll have no additional genital stimulation whatsoever."

Marianna laughed at that, and seemed to see me for maybe the first time since we'd entered our suite. She regarded me with what I took to be half pity and half amusement. And maybe another half arousal. Certainly we were all nearly out of our minds with arousal.

Kate pressed a button, and the thing set to moving in my ass, like it was a finger stroking my prostate. I gasped. My cock strained against the cage. I wasn't sure I could continue to stand.

"If you can come like that, Nicky," Kate said, "you have my permission. And if you can come when I do, that would be lovely," she said, lying down on the bed, pulling Marianna down on top of her. And despite my arousal, I got to work again. Circling as the younger woman put a hand under my wife's panties, fingering her, kissing her breast, stroking her hair with her free hand. I longed to see her strip off the last of Kate's clothes so I could watch her get fucked. I moved in close so I could see, so that I could capture the image that I was sure Kate would want. She would want to remember this, this moment when all the attention was on her. I moved to Kate's side, climbing on the bed. Marianna moved between her legs, brought her mouth to Kate's pussy, pushed aside the panties, and kissed. Kate's head tipped back in pleasure, and I saw it through the viewfinder, saw her close her eyes. I got the shot. Then opened them to look at me. I got that one too. She reached up her hand to me. I was kneeling on the bed next to her. She took my balls in her hand, holding my eyes.

"So. Good," she whispered. Then she was lost to her pleasure, holding my balls. I was close too. The toy in my ass was bringing me close. The cage pressing my cock. The image in my viewfinder blowing my mind.

And then Kate came, surprising me with the suddenness of her orgasm, the force of it. She pulled on my balls as she came, gripping them. I don't think she meant to hurt me—she had no idea where she was as far as I could tell, but the force of it caught me by surpise, interrupting my rush to orgasm. But hers, it rolled and it rolled and Marianna didn't stop. She kissed and licked and fingered and Kate came over and over and over, thrashing, letting go of my balls, letting go of everything until at last she cried out, "Stop! Stop! Oh my god please stop."