Her Enthusiasm Made Me A Cuckold 4

If you haven't read the title, this is a continued cuckold story. Every character is over the age of consent with a couple nearing the age of "over the hill".

Jenny and I had the sexual experiences of our lives with our new friends Jefferson and his wife Karen. Although our experiences differed, we both agreed that we would love to entertain them again.

For her part, Jen had gotten the kind of fuck she craves. Jefferson and Karen both treated her as their personal slut and were vocal about it. Jenny likes rough treatment and found she even enjoyed eating Karen's pussy.

I too had gotten what fascinates me. Jefferson has a cock to be proud of. It was exactly the kind of cock that brings me to my knees. Having given me permission to suck his cock, Jefferson conveyed an unspoken message to me that he would use my services to his cock again and again.

Watching him fuck my wife and Jefferson telling me I needed his permission to masturbate pushed every submissive button I have. That he did so was not lost on our new friend.

Wednesday at work, just before lunch, Jefferson texted me the restaurant where he expected me to meet him. "12:30 sharp, Mike. Be on time," was how he ended the test message.

My cock was gaining weight as I approached the restaurant. checking my watch, I was relieved that I was on time.

Jefferson acknowledged me getting there on time. "Good boy, Mike," he smiled as he gestured to the seat he wanted me to take.

"Thank you, sir," I replied.

"Now Mike, didn't I tell you to use my given name unless one or both of us has an erection?"

"Yes, sir. You did."

I saw the look of comprehension cross his face. "I see. I find your arousal in what will just be a lunch meeting telling Mike. Why is it that you have an erection? Did you come to me expecting to suck my cock?"

I blushed a hot crimson. "Yes sir. That's precisely what I thought."

"Well Mike, I think that eagerness to submit to me will work in your favor. Just not here. I wanted to discuss with you how far you would like me to take your submissiveness."

I thought about what he asked. "Sir, I would prefer to leave that decision to you."

"Do tell?" He smiled. "May I ask why you would allow me to make such an important decision that concerns your future?"

"Well, sir, it's like this. Believe me when I say that I've spent considerable time self examining my actions of late. I love and adore my wife. What you give her, I can't and won't try to compete with. What you gave me was the confidence to be what I am inside. Jenny controlling my actions, my activities in sexual scenes was nice. You, sir, pushed buttons I didn't know I had."

A waiter came and Jefferson ordered for both of us. He decided without asking me what he wanted for me. See? Things like that come easily for a man such as Jefferson. It's his mastering all situations with a simple action or phrase that gives me butter flies in my stomach.

"Go on, Mike," he said after we were alone once more.

"Just seeing your text. the way it ended. "Be on time." My cock responded the way it did when you told me not to masturbate without your consent. You're not loud. You're not pushy at all. You simply have that presence, sir. It's your presence I respond to, and that arouses me."

"So I've awaken a sleeping submissive," he paraphrased a WWII quote from Japan's Yamamoto after their surprise attack on Pearl Harbor.

"What if I told you to have your wife stop using birth control, Mike?"

"First I would say that's not up to me. That's entirely up to Jenny. Secondly, I hope you don't ask. The talk of you impregnating Jenny was hot during sex turned us both on. I hope that's all it is."

He looked at me with regard. "Those are the two answers I'd hoped from you. I don't want a submissive who would do anything and everything, wallow in shit for kicks, Mike. I'm happy to learn you are not that man."

"After we left, what did Jenny have to say about our little visit?"

"She told me she loved how Karen controlled her. Her experiencing Karen's dominance gave my wife some insight about my fetish. Oh, and she loved it when you spanked her while fucking her."

"Yeah, I thought she would. She has a lovely ass, that one."

"That's something on which we can both agree," I said raising my glass of water in a mock toast.

Our lunch came and we ate in silence. Both of us collecting our thoughts. Jefferson broke the silence when he asked a pointed question.

"Tell me, Mike. Are you ready to earn clean-up privileges?"

I could only look at my lap and nod.

"That's not telling me, Mike. Do better."

I looked him right in the eye. "Yes, sir. Very much."

"I thought I heard Jenny say she wanted to see you eat my sperm the first time. Are you saying you would go behind her back?"

"No, sir, um, well yes sir, if that's what you wanted me to do,"

"So you're a man of conviction. I like that. I won't have you lying to your wife. I can wait. Can you?" He asked with a smile.

"Only reluctantly, sir," I smiled back.

"Today was unusual as I seldom have time for myself during the week. I appreciate you coming to me on short notice. It shows commitment on your part which will serve us both well in the very near future."

"I am at your service, Jefferson."

"Hard-on gone, huh? He chuckled rising. "I run a tab here. Take your time, Mike and thanks for our enlightening conversation and your honesty. I'll be in touch."

"We hope so, Jefferson. And thank you for lunch."

I watched him leave, acknowledging several people at different tables as he strode out into a waiting limo.

I didn't hear from Jefferson the rest of the week but Jenny heard from Karen the next day. "They've invited us to their place tomorrow evening, Mike. Karen said she wanted to return the hospitality we showed them."

My cock reacted immediately. "Great news, Jen. Any dress requirements?"

"Karen said semi-formal. I already know what I'm wearing. You know that long red silk number with the low cut top and the slits up both sides near waist high? That one with thigh high hose, high heels, and a black thong. I guess you'll wear a suit?"

"I will, I mean that's semi formal enough, right?"

"Yes dear. You'll be your handsome self."

I got home a bit early Friday so I could shower, shave my 5 o'clock shadow and put on freshly pressed clothing.

Jenny looked spectacular. Her breasts spilled out of the low cut top of the gown. As advertised, slits on both sides showed her stocking tops when she walked. I wanted to make love to her but she put me off. "Later for that, tiger. We have somewhere to be."

They had a very nice house. Large, in one of the best neighborhoods, and a well manicured property.

Karen answered the doorbell and I watched as she took Jenny's hand. "Follow us, Mike," she said leading into a well appointed living room where Jefferson waited. "Ah, the sexy Jenny and Mike. Welcome to our humble abode."

It was anything but humble but I was not about to correct him.

He took Jen in his arms and kissed her. By the time their kiss ended, Jefferson had both hands on my wife's bottom. "Jenny, is it true that you have Mike naked when at home?"

"I do. I like to check his mood, if you know what I mean."

"I do," he said looking over her at me. "Mike, please make yourself at home."

"Thank you sir," I replied having already grown n erection.

"Hard already. Boy aren't you the eager one? By make yourself at home, Mike, you may undress."

The two ladies were smiling at me. Jefferson was giving me a look as though he was growing impatient. "Where can I undress, sir?"

"Why right here, Mike. I think modesty is a by-gone issue. Don't you?"

I blushed from head to toe as I removed my clothes. I placed them on a decorative chair out of the way.

"Good boy," Jefferson praised me. "There are towels on chairs where you are to sit, Mike. Cleanliness you understand."

Karen came up and took my erection in her hand. "Mmmm, wish I could try this on, Mike. Shame you're Jeffersons' cock sucker."

My entire body trembled, my knees weakened. I heard myself moan as she stroked me.

"There, that should keep your attention through dinner."

For a submissive like me. this kind of humiliation is the greatest aphrodisiac. I knew Jefferson was purposely managing me and I loved it. "God, but already knows what makes me tick," I thought with admiration for him.

I sat on a pink towel slightly apart from the other three. Again, it had it's purpose. I wasn't being ostracized. I was being sequestered, put aside until called for. Near enough to hear every word, far away enough to be almost out of sight. Jefferson was purposely diminishing my importance. He was showing me, my wife, and his wife that I was there only to be used when he felt the need. And again, it resonated within me. My cock responded. It now pointed straight up and leaked profusely.

Jefferson pointed to the bar. "Mike, be my good boy and bring three sherry's."

My hands shook as I poured sherry into three stemmed glasses. Taking two, one for Jefferson, one for Karen, I returned to the bar for Jenny's. "Oh dear, Jefferson. Mike's cock is leaking. What shall we do?" Karen said pointing out the obvious.

Pretending to consider the problem of my leaking cock, Jefferson faked an "Ah ha" break through. "Bring me our sluts panties, Karen. You may remove them for her too, please."

Jenny's eyes flashed hot. She was loving every second. I watched her raise her gown, her eyes locked on Jefferson. Karen knelt and ran her hands up Jen's legs until she held her sexy ass. Karen buried her face in Jen's crotch momentarily. When she pulled back, she turned to me. "Our slut is ripe for a real man to fuck her Mike."

Jefferson had a quiet laugh as Karen pulled Jen's black bikini panty down her ample bottom and helped her step out it.

Like the dutiful wife she is, Karen carried Jen's panty to Jefferson. I watched him smell them before turning my way. "Mike, come get your wife's panties she so graciously surrendered. You may use them to keep you leakage from soiling my home.

"Yes sir," I said hurrying to my Dom. "Um, sir. They won't fit me," I stuttered.

Jefferson burst out laughing. Karen joined him. I looked at Jen who shrugged. She, like me, didn't get the joke.

"Mike, my special boy. Jenny's panties were not for you to wear. They were meant for you to wipe your dick before you dirty our floors."

After the laughter subsided, Karen opined that next time they would have a panty that fit me. More laughter ensued, Jenny joining them.

The significance of Jefferson not offering me a drink was not lost on me. It fortified what he wanted me to acknowledge. He was in charge of me, even in small matters. What he was giving me wasn't so much what I wanted but I found it was what I needed.

I wrapped Jen's panty over my cock and returned to my chair totally humiliated and so very fucking aroused. My admiration for Jefferson grew. A feeling inside me grew as well. I wanted to show him my slavish appreciation for his handling me. I wanted more than anything to service his cock until he rewarded me with permission to eat his sperm from my wife after he satisfied his lust in her.

Jefferson sensed my desire for his cock and winked.

All of a sudden I hear a strange voice announce, "dinner is served, sir."

I wanted to hide in shame when Jefferson told his man George to show our guests to their seats.

George, a thin elderly, white haired, man servant, made no notice nor comment about my nakedness with my hand holding panties to my cock. I followed Jenny as George led us in the dining room.

There was a very long table at which I was sure Jefferson and Karen hosted major players in city politics and business. George seated Jenny on Jefferson's left. Then he told me to follow him.

"Here you are, sir," he said pulling out a chair with a plastic covered seat that was several seats from the trio.

"Mike," Jefferson called out to me.

"Yes sir?"

"Do you know how to tell if nudists have been using your patio furniture?"

"I do not, sir."

"The flies gather in knotted scrums."

My face burned hot. But my insides shivered as my man used my discomfort for his pleasure. "Good one, sir," I said genuinely smiling at him.

Now this is where some of you might get off the ride I'm taking you on. A true submissive would be delightfully humiliated by Jefferson as was I. Jefferson had recognized that I would be his obedient minion which he could use to both his and my benefit. He nurtured my growing submission to his dominance with the skill of a master craftsman.

Jenny gave me a look that said she was concerned about the treatment I was given. I smiled reassuring my wife that all was well. Jefferson wasn't being cruel. He was pushing my submissive limitations, testing me for any sign of weakness he might use to exploit.

The trio talked quietly so I was unable to hear but I was fine. I expected no less and made no complaint.

Dinner was over and George cleared the table.

Jefferson had me bring the after dinner drinks and allowed me to have one.

When Jefferson dismissed George for the evening, I knew the real games would begin shortly.

5 minutes later with soft music playing, Karen pulled Jenny up into her arms and began to slow dance. It didn't take Karen long to pull Jenny's gown up and off. She then returned to slow dancing.

Karen in blue gown, my wife naked but for thigh high hose and heels, I wanted to masturbate so badly.

I watched as Jefferson set his glass down and joined the women. "My dear, I think you should give your little plaything what she came here for." With that said, Jefferson pulled Karen's gown off. She wore a garter belt and hose with heels. "Fucking stunning," I thought holding my throbbing cock.

"You're right, Jefferson. Come, my pet. Time for your desert." Taking Jenny by her hand, Karen led my wife away into another place in the spacious home.

Jefferson came to me. "Mike, I wasn't 100% sure you were the real thing. You have surpassed my expectations with flying colors, my boy. Shall we join the ladies?"

I followed my Dom into a large bedroom with a huge bed. Karen had Jenny slurping her pussy when we got there. "Mike, give me a hand."

It was a repeat of our first night. I undressed him from the waist down. "You may enjoy my cock and balls, Mike. You've been such a wonderful boy that I'm going to feed you my first orgasm."

I couldn't help what I did next. My emotions completely over took me. I ran my hands up the back of his bare legs until they reached his firm buttocks. I used them to pull my face into his mid-section hugging him. In near tears, I thanked him.

I felt his hand on my head. "I know boy, I know, he said softly understanding my full surrender to his masculinity. "It's going to be just fine. I know what you need, what you want. I will give you all you want, baby boy."

Jenny heard me sobbing into Jefferson crotch. "What did you do to my husband?" she demanded.

"Nothing my dear. Mike has just given himself to me. For a first time submissive, tears almost accompany their complete surrender. Similar to an adrenalin dump, it's all entirely normal for one such as Mike."

"Mike?" Jen questioned me. "Are you okay?"

I waved a hand, "I'm good, Jen. It's fine."

She told me later that Karen pulled her back into her drooling pussy to finish what she started.

Jefferson knee walked me to a nearby chair where he sat and I knelt servicing my man. Our dynamic hadn't changed with my tears. Instead, those tears washed away any resistance I may have had remaining. I was his and we both knew it.

I wished to be no where other than kneeling before this great man pledging myself to his pleasure. I slowly nursed on his cock while waiting for the ladies to finish so Jenny could see Jefferson feed me my first load directly from his big balls.

For his part, Jefferson enjoyed watching Jenny service Karen while running his hand through my hair. "You know, Mike, Karen isn't the only one here bisexual. I may someday want to plant my seed in your pussy too."

I moaned with his cock deep in my groveling mouth. Pulling away from his magnificent member, I looked up at my handsome man. "I think I would like that, sir," I said with feeling.

"I know baby boy. For now, I would very much appreciate it if you would shed your body hair for our next get together."

"You want me to shave myself sir?"

Holding my chin so we could face each other. Jefferson told me it would please him if I did that for him.

"I know you won't disappoint me, Mike."

"I won't sir," I vowed not thinking about what my wife would think.

I heard cursing, moaning, and groaning from the unmistakably cumming Karen as Jenny worked her magic on her pussy.

"They're about finished my boy. Ready to show my girls what a wonderful cock sucker your wife married?"

Jefferson had the ladies make room. He propped himself against the padded headboard. Pulling me to him, he placed my face on his broad chest. "Suckle my nipples boy. I like them gently bitten."

I couldn't refuse my man. I licked sucked and gently bit each nipple until I felt his hand guiding me to his cock. He positioned me so that his hand had access to my ass.

I took his balls in my left hand, his cock in my right and kissed the now familiar head.

"Jenny, I want you to watch your husband. He's not just sucking my cock. He's making love to it. Isn't that right, Mike?"

"Mmm hmm," I agreed by humming around the thick shaft,

I shivered when I felt his hand caressing my ass. "I'm going to fuck him, Jenny. I want Mike completely shaved from his neck to his feet when next we meet. Will you be our good little slut and help your husband prepare for me?"

"I will, daddy," Jen whispered loud enough for me to hear. "Are you going to make him your slut too?"

"Would that bother you, Jenny?"

"Not in the least, daddy. I think Mike will make an excellent slut for you. Maybe Karen will have panties his size next time," I heard her giggle.

"Perhaps, my sexy slut. I think he would look pretty in panties."

When Jenny agreed to Jefferson's ideas for me, my fate was nearly sealed. But only nearly, because I had yet to discover the lengths I would go for my man.

I continued my loving assault on Jefferson's cock, using my hand to jack his tool. I was working hard for my reward and just as my jaw began to ache, Jefferson told me he was close.

Sucking and jacking as though my life depended on it, Jefferson finally grunted as his cock expanded, jerked, and flooded my mouth.

I barely had time to enjoy the taste of my man as his cock kept jerking and spasming, offering me more of his precious seed. I must have swallowed a half pint. Jefferson's balls could be a reservoir for a sperm bank.

I felt some pride as his cock deflated between my lips. I was reluctant to part with it until he praised me. "Good boy. That's enough for now, Mike. I'll see to it you get enough cock to satisfy your wicked desires."

Karen decided we should all go back to their living room. Jenny and I remained naked while our host and hostess donned robes.

Tossing towels for Jenny and me, we were instructed to make ourselves comfortable on the floor.

"Karen and I have taken a liking to you two. I would like to propose a mutually beneficial relationship with you."

"You mean more than what you've given us already?" Jenny asked.

"Come to momma, my sweet girl," Karen smiled at Jenny. My wife crawled to her Mistress, arranged her towel, and settled between Karen's legs. Karen ran her fingers through my wife's hair as Jefferson continued.

"You both have been wonderful company, delightful, receptive, and very willing. You're both very good looking, socially acceptable You haven't covered yourselves with tattoos. Don't get me wrong. Others are free to do what they will to their bodies. Karen and I do not disapprove of what they do. We prefer beautiful bodies like yours Jenny, and yours too, Mike."