Girls Talk

Please note: This story contains elements of cuckoldry, but is mainly a chastity / Femdom tale. If you enjoy my story please check out my other stories, and also the stories I wrote under my old name MALIBUMAN666.

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"I don't understand what she sees in him," said Michael, already feeling depressed at the thought of spending an evening with his arch nemesis, Nick.

"I know Michael. But... she's been my best friend forever and as long as she's happy, then... what can we do?"

Michael let out a long sigh, they were nearly at Jenny and Nick's house now, at least they would be out of the damned car soon.

"It seems a lot further than ninety miles," he whined, to nobody in particular.

"Tell me about it," thought Sarah.

"It won't seem so bad tomorrow, when we're on our way home. I do appreciate you coming, I know Nick is... hard work."

Michael sighed again, Jenny was a nice girl and he had no problem spending time with her. But Nick...

"She could do so much better though, he's such an arrogant sod, especially when he's had a drink."

Michael turned the car down the drive that led to Nick and Jenny's country house, or 'Little Chatsworth' as Michael sometimes referred to it.

"I know," agreed Sarah. "I can't imagine what she sees in him..."

The car pulled to a halt as they reached the end of the drive, right between Nick's jet black, de-chromed 6 Series BMW and Jenny's blindingly white Range Rover Evoque.

"...a huge house, a huge car and a huge cock..." continued Sarah, almost (but not quite) under her breath.

"Uhh?" said Michael.

Sarah looked at him, slightly flustered for a second, then regained her composure and calmly repeated what she had said.

They stared at each other for a second and then Sarah got out of the car.

"Shit, I forgot about this bloody gravel, I should have worn some cheaper shoes!" she bristled.

By the time Michael had exited his Ford, his wife was half way to the front door. He walked briskly to catch up, his feet crunching away behind her.

"Seriously?" he whispered.

Sarah nodded, glancing down at the slight bulge in her own husband's pants.

"How do you know that?" he continued.

"Girls talk..." she whispered as the front door swung open to reveal Jenny and Nick standing there smiling warmly at them.

Sarah's timing could not have been more perfect, now as Michael walked across the threshold and wandered into the couple's large entrance hall he couldn't help but wonder a) if it was true, and b) what Sarah might have told Jenny in return. After all, their own sex life was far from vanilla these days.

Michael followed the others into the lounge, which was predictably oversized. He looked at Sarah and then accepted a glass of wine from Nick, who was already reinforcing everything Michael thought about him, playing his role as Lord of the Manor and asking Michael if he wanted to have a look at his new 6 Series, complete with electrical everything?

Michael winced inwardly but put a brave face on it. He wondered if Nick actually realised he didn't like him, but all the evidence pointed to the fact that he simply didn't entertain that as a possibility, after all, he was loaded and the life and soul of the party, how could anyone fail to be charmed?

"Maybe later," said Michael.

As Nick pressed him for MPG figures on his own car, Michael all but glazed over. He took a long slug of wine and then smiled in all the right places because he knew it would earn him serious brownie points with Sarah, and that was all Michael really cared about.

Michael and Sarah had been married for a few years now, well, more like ten... and over the last few years their relationship had changed fairly dramatically, and definitely for the better. Michael had always loved her, but as he had gradually opened himself up to his submissive cravings, he had fallen deeper and deeper under her spell, to the point now that he hated to be apart from her. He'd never been one for going out with the lads anyway, and Nick's boorish behaviour certainly didn't make him question that particular choice in life, though he knew not everyone was as tiresome to be around.

Before long the crunching gravel announced the arrival of their taxi and they all piled in, more than ready for a nice meal at a local restaurant. Jenny had booked their usual table and the food was excellent, the only problem of course was that while Jenny and Sarah caught up on all the news, Michael had to make endless conversation with Nick. They really couldn't have been more different, and Michael dearly wished he could have spent the night alone with Sarah and Jenny, but no... he had to suffer Nick's ever more drunken, macho bullshit. At one point Nick said something borderline offensive to him and Michael seriously considered calling him out on it, but in the end he just nodded and looked away, shaking his head slightly as he wondered what a nice girl like Jenny was doing wasting her life with this tool.

The foursome returned home and continued drinking, all except Michael who had never really taken to the stuff and didn't much care for the way it made 'some people' act. Jenny was a good host and always made sure she had plenty of Michael's favourite juice in the fridge, since she knew he probably wouldn't drink more than a few glasses of wine.

Time ticked on and it was nearly 1:30am. Jenny and Sarah were still chatting away quietly, mildly tipsy on wine but still well within their limits, while Nick (of course) had all but passed out on the huge sofa next to his wife. God alone knew how many units of alcohol he had consumed during the evening, but the drinks bill at the restaurant had been quite alarming. At least Nick had the decency to stump up his fair share of the bill, but then flashing the cash was never an issue for Nick.

Michael, meanwhile, was miles away, daydreaming about Sarah's gorgeous pussy and how much he wanted to be allowed to lick it and make her cum. He rarely thought about fucking his wife anymore, since it was hardly ever an option now. At first he had missed it, and felt strange about giving up control to her to the point that she decided whether he was allowed inside her, but then he got used to the idea that giving her pleasure and making her cum didn't necessarily require the use of his cock. Once he had accepted that fact and realised just how much she loved having him between her thighs, his tongue pressed against her clit as she came, he relaxed and let go of that particular aspect of the burden of being what Nick might call 'a real man'.

He glanced over at Jenny, wondering again what she knew. She had kicked her shoes off now and Michael noticed how pretty her feet were. He felt his cock stiffen slightly as he looked away, afraid of being caught looking at his wife's friend's pretty feet. He waited a short while then looked again. Jenny was far too caught up in her conversation to notice, and Sarah couldn't possibly see him looking from her place by his side.

Michael's cock hardened still more until he felt the walls of his chastity device getting tighter. He looked away again. He'd never really looked at Jenny this way before, and it felt a little odd. He had known her for a good while but he had always just thought of her as Sarah's friend, never really as an attractive woman in her own right.

He suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable and he shifted in his seat a little. After a few moments he turned to look at Sarah, and it was only then he noticed that she was wearing his key around her neck.

He felt an ominous sensation wash over him, how had he not seen that before? Had she been wearing it all night? It was possible... after all they had sat side by side in the restaurant so he probably wouldn't have seen it. Shit, now he was sure that Jenny must know. She must know... mustn't she?

Michael's cock felt harder still, the thought of another rather beautiful woman knowing about his chastity device making him feel both humiliated and strangely excited. He turned away again, his thoughts churning as he wondered if she knew, and if she did had she told that moron husband of hers. That would be too much...

"Michael..."

Michael looked round at his wife, his thoughts still miles away.

"Michael, can you take my shoes off for me please."

He looked down at his wife's expensive high heeled shoes. His mouth felt suddenly dry and he took a sip of juice. He looked over at Jenny then back to Sarah.

"Is there a problem?" asked Sarah, a slightly dominant edge entering her tone.

"Err...no, sorry."

He looked back at Jenny, she had a glint in her eye for sure, she must know something. Michael placed his glass on the edge of a nearby table and then slid off the sofa onto his knees, something he'd done many times in the privacy of his own home, but never in company. He unfastened the buckles and slid each shoe off in turn, pausing for just a second to admire his wife's beautiful feet.

As much as he loved the look of her feet in sexy high heels, he really objected to the marks they left on her skin when he removed them. It was akin to vandalism in his mind, something so beautiful, tarnished, albeit temporarily. He started to gather up the pair of shoes and made to stand up but Sarah put her hand on his shoulder and said... "They are quite sore, would you mind just rubbing them for me for a while?"

Michael looked up at her but she had already turned her attention back to Jenny, not bothering to wait for a response from her submissive. He shuffled on his knees a little, feeling more than a little self-conscious. He was only thankful that Jenny's oaf of a husband was asleep, he couldn't bear the thought of him seeing him like this. He glanced over at Nick's sleeping form to reassure himself and then began rubbing his wife's feet as she had requested.

Michael adored Sarah's feet, he loved to kiss them and suck her pretty toes. He loved every part of her body of course, but somehow her feet were just that bit more special to him. He felt that if it were up to him (which of course it wasn't), most often he would choose to cum on her feet rather than any other part of her body. As a submissive male he felt that it was the most appropriate place for his cum, and the thought of being allowed to lick his mess from her feet and toes made his cock ache in its metal prison.

He spent probably the next ten minutes on his knees massaging Sarah's feet and was feeling deeply submissive when Sarah next spoke to him.

"Do you want to kiss them?" she asked.

Michael looked up, then looked at Jenny, then back at his wife. He couldn't bring himself to reply.

"It's okay if you do, Jenny won't mind, will you Jenny?"

Jenny shook her head softly, her eyes sparkling with arousal.

"You don't have to, but I know how much you like it... and Jenny wants to see if you'll really do it."

Michael noticed how rapid his breathing had become and tried to calm himself down.

"I..."

Michael was struggling to come to terms with the situation, even though his cock was pushing hard against the bars of its cage. After a few more seconds he simply bent his head and lifted her feet up so that he could start to worship them as he done so many times before.

Feeling his lips brushing against her feet comforted him somehow, though he was still very concerned about the possibility of Nick waking up and seeing him emasculating himself in front of his wife and her friend. He continued for some time, deep in sub space, while above him the atmosphere in the room was changing.

While Michael diligently worshipped his wife's feet, Jenny watched on in awe. Seeing Michael prostrate before his wife and lavishing her with such submissive attention was turning her on quite a bit more than she had anticipated and her hand soon moved into Nick's lap rubbing his cock through his trousers as he remained slumped back on the sofa.

The conversation slowed to a halt, until finally Michael heard a faint gasp escape his wife's lips. He paused for a moment and looked up to see her staring intently at her friend and then briefly looked around himself.

He had a restricted view from the floor, but it was obvious that Jenny had undone Nick's pants and pulled out his impressive cock. He was seemingly still asleep, but his cock was hardening quickly and Jenny stroked it firmly, feeling it thicken in her hands and licking her lips, eager to take the swollen head into her mouth.

Michael's own cock pulsed inside its prison as he watched intently, quite taken aback by the size of Nick's cock and Jenny's willingness to force it between her lips. He felt Sarah's foot twitch and returned to the task at hand, his mind struggling to concentrate, particularly now as he could hear Jenny noisily sucking on her husband's thick stalk.

So Sarah had been right, Nick did have a big cock... maybe that went some way to explaining his shitty attitude?

After a short while he glanced up at his wife and saw that she had hiked her thin cotton dress up and her hand was inside her panties, clearly masturbating as she watched her best friend struggling with Nick's impressive cock. Michael's mind was swimming, what the fuck was happening here tonight? They'd visited Jenny and Nick several times before and there had never even been the slightest hint of sexual tension and now suddenly everything had changed...

Michael watched his wife masturbating, he absolutely loved to see her touch herself and wished she would let him watch her more often. But Sarah's attention was fully focussed on Nick's huge cock and for a moment he couldn't help but feel somewhat inadequate.

He glanced over again to see Jenny pumping Nick's cock hard and fast as she sucked and licked the head, clearly trying to suck him dry before he revived. Then Nick was cumming, his hips pushing upwards as he exploded into her hot, wet mouth. She drained every drop from his cock, then carefully licked it clean before pushing it back inside his pants and zipping it up again. Within seconds he was snoring quietly, if he had actually been awake during the impromptu blow job he was dead to the world again now.

Michael was suddenly aware of Jenny getting up off her sofa and moving closer, he looked up and saw her standing next to him, with one hand on Sarah's bare thigh.

"Do it," breathed Sarah as she continued to rub herself relentlessly. "Just like we said..."

Jenny looked Michael in the eye and slowly opened her mouth, as she did so her tongue extended forth and Nick's warm cum dripped lasciviously down Sarah's smooth, silky leg, stopping just above her ankle.

Michael gulped hard, and looked at his wife who was now furiously stroking her clit.

"Lick it up..." she said. "Lick it up for me... show me what a good slave you can be."

Jenny reached out and gently placed her hand on the back of Michael's head, pushing it slowly forward until he could clearly smell the unmistakeable scent of warm, fresh cum.

He had licked up his own cum plenty of times before of course, but this was very different.

He looked at the creamy mess before him and then up again at his wife.

"I want you to lick it up and swallow it, while I make myself cum," she said. "You've fantasized about it for years haven't you? Well... now's your chance to find out what it's really like. Go on, look at it, I know you want it, deep down..."

Michael felt a fresh flush of heat rush to his cheeks. How had this got so out of hand so quickly?

It was all true, of course. But this was so unexpected, so sudden... and he never expected this to happen for real, and certainly not in front of Jenny.

He looked again at the creamy mess coating his wife's sexy leg. Jenny once again applied a little pressure to his head and this time he gave in and let her push him nearer.

"That's it, lick all that sweet cum up for me..." Sarah hissed as she rubbed her pussy harder and faster. Her words became muffled as Jenny kissed her on the lips, their tongues combining, the taste of Nick's cum passing between them and pushing Sarah closer to orgasm.

Michael slowly extended his tongue, his cock feeling extremely confined within the device now, and tasted his first drop of another man's cum. He tried to put out of his mind that it was Nick's cum, but he knew his wife was probably getting off on that added facet of humiliation.

In truth, it tasted pretty much like his own and once he'd started he realised it wasn't as bad as he had feared. Of course, the fact that he himself had not cum and remained almost painfully aroused helped enormously, he would later remember this moment and wonder how different it might have been had his own balls already been drained.

He slid his tongue along his wife's silky smooth legs, cleaning her and swallowing each mouthful, only wishing that Jenny had spat it onto his wife's perfect feet. Her perfect, beautiful feet.

Shamefully his cock was fit to burst by the time he reached her ankle, and he wondered if this was to be the first time he might cum while wearing his chastity device. He knew Sarah would not be happy if that happened and that any treats he might have just earned himself would quickly disappear.

Thankfully he managed to keep himself under control, although the front of his trousers was damp with pre-cum that had leaked from his desperate cock... and as he licked up the last few drops of Nick's cum and Jenny's saliva, Sarah pushed herself over the edge and came harder and louder than he could ever remember. Amazingly Nick managed to sleep right through it and once Sarah had calmed down and caught her breath, the night seemed to come to an abrupt end.

Jenny woke Nick and helped him off to bed, while Sarah and Michael made their way to the downstairs guest bedroom at the back of the house. Suddenly they both felt very tired and fell into bed, cuddling each other, while Sarah softly squeezed Michael's aching balls.

"So what else does she know?" asked Michael, his eyes closed and sleep rapidly approaching.

"We'll talk about that in the morning. "

Sarah kissed him firmly on the lips, her tongue darting against his.

"Thank you darling, I really do love you more than ever and I'm so proud of you for obeying me tonight."

Michael smiled as Sarah kissed him one more time and then turned over to go to sleep.

Sarah slept wonderfully. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Michael found himself awake many times throughout the night.

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The early morning sunlight barely penetrated the thick curtains of the guest bedroom, but when Sarah and Michael awoke they were instantly aware of a noise coming from the room above. A constant rhythmic creaking, accompanied by the sounds of intense fucking from the mouths of the two participants.

Sarah moved over and cuddled up to her husband, cupping his balls in her right hand.

"Do you miss being able to fuck me whenever you want?" she asked.

"Yes... of course I do," he whispered.

"Good, I love that you miss it... but you like it better this way don't you? I know I do... I don't know if I would be happy going back to you taking me for granted the way you used to."

Michael sighed, it was true he had definitely taken his eye off the ball at one point, and being Sarah's chastity slave had certainly corrected that.

"Yes Mistress, I know it's better this way... it's just hard sometimes."

"I know slave, I know. But when you finally get my permission to cum, isn't it a million times better than it used to be?"

"Yes Mistress..."

The noise from above reached a peak and they heard Nick grunt loudly as he flooded Jenny's pussy with cum.

Sarah and Michael chuckled to themselves as they heard the bed creak and Nick start the en-suite shower. He had to work today... which pleased Michael no end, at least he wouldn't have to deal with his macho bullshit and by the time Nick got home he and Sarah would be long gone.