They'd been drinking all evening. A girl's night out, but just at our house, which I guess was out for most of them.
On these nights I wasn't to be seen or heard – and I wasn't meant to see or hear anything. My wife and her friends 'indulged' themselves occasionally, and I was not allowed to see or participate. My job on these nights was to clean the kitchen and keep the snacks and drinks ready for when they were wanted. If someone was headed that way my wife would raise her voice a little and I would hear and go back to the den, where I'd been ordered to stay when my wife or one of her friends was in the kitchen.
I could pretty much hear what was going on when I was in the kitchen. They were watching a movie where, as far as I could tell, men weren't given a lot of respect. There were a bunch of jokes about little dicks. That's what started it. A long, slightly inebriated discussion of the dicks they had known. I didn't hear every detail, but I heard more than enough. It was a pretty typical discussion for them.
I started paying more attention when Irene asked Melissa, her niece, "What about those college boys? I bet you've seen a few nice dicks at that fancy college you go to."
"I've never seen a naked man in person," she replied.
That set off a bunch of noise. The other ladies were all pretty amazed that Melissa, a sophomore in college, had not yet seen a naked man in person. There was more conversation about first experiences with naked men. They were all pretty similar – either a relative inadvertently or a boyfriend. I already knew my wife's story – she'd walked into the bathroom, on purpose, on an older cousin just before she went to college. And in college, well, she wasn't promiscuous, but she wasn't a saint, either.
They kept after Melissa for a while, but she was adamant that she'd never seen a naked male outside of art, a magazine, or a movie. No internet porn. No art classes with a nude model. No peek into the boys' showers. No inadvertent bathroom door openings when staying with a friend or relative. No hand jobs, no blowjobs, no dry humping. A few bulges noticed but no one particularly and always covered up.
"Well, we're going to solve this right now," I heard my wife, Janet, say. I shuddered. I had a fantasy about what might happen, but I didn't dare think it really would happen.
"Gerald, come in here please," she said, quietly but firmly. She knew I was listening for her commands.
"Yes, dear." I replied. When Janet uses that tone of voice I know I'd better jump. She doesn't do it often, but when she does...well, I just respond and do as I'm told. Really, it's easier. And part of just giving up control to her is comforting. I don't have to think, I don't have to worry, I just have to do what I'm told. Immediately.
I walked into the living room. Janet and her friends were sitting around the room. Irene, who works with Janet at the office supply store, was there with her niece, Melissa, like I said before. They were sitting in the three easy chairs. Clare, a lawyer, Jessica, the principal of the local elementary school, and Linda, who taught physics at the college, were on the couch. With the exception of Melissa they were all about Janet's age – late 40's. None of them are particularly big or small, beautiful or ugly. Just four, typical, middle-aged women, all in reasonably good shape. They'd met in various ways and at various times in their lives and finally Janet brought them all together one night and they formed the friendship, and now our families tended to do things together. Mellissa, 19, was the exception. She's very pretty – but I guess most 19-year olds are. Tall, about 5'9" with light brown hair cut short, smallish, firm breasts high on her chest, a nice small round ass, and legs that went on forever. And hazel eyes with little gold flecks.
"Undress please," Janet told me. I started unbuttoning my shirt right away, and slipping out of my loafers.
"Janet, really?" Jessica asked. She was giggling as she asked it.
"By her age Melissa should have seen a naked man and his dick," Janet replied. "We have an available man, with a dick, and we will provide Mellissa with that experience."
"It's really not necessary," Melissa said. "I mean I really don't want to make him, don't want to..." It was clear she was embarrassed. But she was leaning forward a bit, too.
"It is necessary," her aunt said. "By your age all of us had seen and handled a cock, most of us more than one. It's about time you did. So be quiet and watch, and do what you're told. This is for your benefit."
"Yes, Aunt Irene," Melissa replied quietly. I almost knew what she felt like. A little subdued. Uncertain. And a little horny, too.
I continued to undress and soon I was standing, naked, in the middle of the room, facing Melissa. Janet stepped over and unlocked and removed my chastity device.
"Ok, sweetie," Janet said, "Take a good look. Gerald isn't a perfect man, but he is pretty typical. Maybe a little short, and definitely not the longest dick you'll ever encounter. But, when it gets hard...we'll let him get hard in little while...it's nicely thick. That's why I keep him around – his little thick dick feels good when I ride it."
This was hardly the first time I'd heard that in a public setting, and hardly the first time Janet had put me on display like this. Clare and Irene had seen me like this before – more than once. Janet had even provided me to Clare not too long after her divorce – just three times, and with strict instructions on how I was to behave – including not climaxing, but making sure Clare did several times each session.
Clare preferred oral. And, one time only, anal. She had her biggest orgasms when she was riding me with my cock in her ass. Four of them. It took every ounce of my self-control not to orgasm then. I was sensitive for hours later. The smallest touch and I would have spurted. I didn't, even when Clare locked me back in my chastity device. Clare told Janet I had behaved myself, but barely. Janet kept me on edge but didn't let me come for a month after the last session. When she finally did, well, it was very satisfying. That's all I'm allowed to say about it. Or about any orgasm I have. Very satisfying.
Melissa was staring. So were the other women. As Janet reported, I'm pretty typical. 5'8" and 150 lbs. Brown hair. Clean shaved – on my face and everywhere else, per Janet's preferences. Green eyes. An appendix scar from when I was 16. I turned 50 last year. I'm a pharmacist.
"Yup, that's a naked man," Linda said. "You keep him in good shape, Janet."
"He'd better be," she responded. "I require it."
"Keep him on a short leash?" Jessica asked.
"Yes, I find that works best," Janet replied.
"Even on his cock?" The third glass of wine Jessica had finished ahead of the others was starting to tell.
"Especially on his cock," Janet replied, smiling. "Notice – he's soft. He can only get hard when I say, he can only come when I say. Keeping him locked up helps."
"We learn something new every day," Linda said, quietly. I felt for her husband, Robert. Something told me that Linda would soon be consulting with Janet about training him the way I was trained and about where to get a cock cage. It really isn't that bad. Really.
"Turn around," Janet said. "Let Melissa see everything."
I slowly turned in place. Melissa was watching.
"So niece, what do you think?" Irene asked Melissa.
"Ummm, he's ok, I guess. I mean, it's about what I expected. He's got a cute ass – for an old guy."
I suppressed a smile. Janet likes to tell me how much she likes me ass, too. At least when she isn't disciplining me.
"Fine, fine, fine," Clare said. "But she needs to see him hard. And she needs to see him come. So give him permission, Janet, and let's get this show on the road." Clare was finishing her third glass of wine, too. And she'd had one at home, too, before she left for the party.
"Very well. Gerald, you may allow yourself to become erect," Janet ordered.
I looked around the room. Each of the women, in her own way, was arousing. Janet for a thousand different reasons and for the fact that she married me and controlled me. Clare, well, Clare because I'd never known a woman who had bigger orgasms from anal than from any other kind of sex. Linda because she was kind of little and cut her brown hair short and because her nipples got hard all the time and poked through her blouses. Jessica because she would flash me now and then – and she never wore panties on the days she flashed me and her bras were all transparent and her nipples were big, dark, and round. Irene, well, Irene because she liked to watch. And because Janet liked her watching. And Melissa, well Melissa because she was nineteen and hard-bodied and innocent and was staring at my cock as I let it grow.
"I guess that's an erection," Linda said, sounding a little disappointed. I was hard, but not particularly excited. About two thirds of my full potential.
"Well, it's a start," said Janet. "He usually needs a little more encouragement to get really hard. We're working on that."
Working on it meant that I was trying to figure out how to get as hard as possible as quick as possible. Janet knew that getting as hard as I was at the moment was progress, but she wanted more. And she was willing to whip me to get it. So I was working hard on how to instantly be fully hard and erect when she commanded. Janet whips hard. I can't sit comfortably for a day or two after one of her sessions.
"Well Melissa," Irene said, "Here's where you get to learn something. Who's going to show Melissa how to encourage a man?"
"May I?" asked Jessica.
