I got home from work, actually early Friday, and found 2 cars I knew parked in the drive. There was Mistress Diane and Lady Jane, my lady's friends. That usually means something humiliating and/or painful for me planned for tonight. I almost turned around and drove away, but curiosity got the best of me. With those three together it is always interesting.
I walked in the house and went straight to the fridge for a cold mocha cappuccino. I usually don't have caffeine after noon, but I knew I would need extra energy tonight.
I then walked into the living room, where all 3 ladies were standing waiting. All three wore cream colored riding pants, thick black belts, and black knee-high black riding boots. All three were topless. Each had a leather riding crop and Florentine horse hair flogger handing from their belt. At least not the leather floggers. No other men, at least not yet.
My lady had on the pearl necklace I gave her, pearl earrings, and a gold belly chain, her grey hair in a braided ponytail. My lady was rather small breasted for a short, pear shaped with nipples at so nice a height. Love those thick thighs wrapped around my head.
Mistress Diane, the smallest breasted, youngest and skinniest of the three, the single woman, had on her ruby and emerald necklace and ruby earrings. Young nipples poking right straight at me. Short medium brown hair.
The fiery red head, Lady Jane, the zoftig curviest of them, big breasts with nipples hanging to her belt, narrow waist, but wide hips and thighs, had a lapis lazuli choker, earrings, and necklace that I had always admired. Huge brown areolas, she being the only one of the 3 who had nursed. A large gold ring hangs from her right nipple, seems a thin wire going through the nipple itself, but a really thick wire exposed. Long hair down and thrown forward over one shoulder, hanging nearly as low as her nipples. She was the cuckoldress. Her husband was not the "sport" that I was and did not play in these kinds of games. So much not a sport, that she did not think he was their son's father, she confided in us. She really was not sure who of the several men she rode bareback while fertile at that time she knew she was ovulating might be the father. Pregnancy risk cuckolding was one of her kinks, bringing on strong orgasms. Condoms for her husband but bareback for her lovers, even the one-night stands. But she had never let on to her cuckold, letting him think their son was of his seed, somehow escaping the condoms. Where did he think she was tonight? I'm sure she was not honest with him about tonight, either. Me breeding another man's wife captured my fantasy. My fantasy had been with the cuckold watching, but the cuckold not knowing was a strong fantasy, too.
As soon as I entered the room, they surrounded me. My lady held my hands while the two other ladies fitted a bit in my mouth and bridle. Apparently, there was not anything I would be needed to say for the rest of the evening. It was at least a soft rubber small diameter bit designed for human pony play, not the real metal large diameter horse bits like I had suffered with some times.
Next, they took all of my clothes off. They put knee high woolen socks on me and the fitted me with new black knee-high zippered boots. I felt awkward in zip up boots, thinking they were girly, but I knew my old busted ankle could not bend to fit real riding boots. I wondered if these were men's or some lady's boots, they had found my size? At least they were not high heeled.
