Once Ana made it perfectly clear that I was on her schedule, she left the bathroom, and I followed her meekly, feeling very self-conscious, dressed as I was in only her panties, and my cock-cage. We entered the kitchen and she poured herself a glass of wine, making herself completely at home.
Several minutes later, Ana was back on her phone, trying to establish the whereabouts of Suky and Tim. Once Ana saw that they were still parked up in the remote beach campground, she instructed me to get dressed. Ana threw some clothes on, grabbed her cell phone and we drove down to San Onofre Beach.
As we headed down the long unpaved road, looking for my wife's car, I asked Ana if she was jealous of Tim's relationship with Suky.
"Tim literally saved my life," she said convincingly. "Without his rapid intervention, I would have been chewed up by Bangkok's red light district. By now, I would have been addicted to drugs and alcohol, heavily tattooed, dating a gangster, and fucking four or five farangs a day. I watched it happen to nearly all of the Isaan farm girls, upon arrival in the city. Tim plucked me out of that. I view him as my savior. He can fuck whoever he wants. He deserves it. I am only bringing you here to rub your nose in it."
I wish I possessed Ana's cavalier attitude towards her partner's infidelity. It was eating me alive to think that Tim was balls-deep in Suky. I hoped they had just come here to catch up and chat, although Ana laughed out loud at that suggestion.
"There they are," I said, as I recognized my wife's Suburban, in a private, remote spot.
As we got closer I saw Tim and Suky sitting in the front seats of the large SUV. The seats were reclined, both front windows were open, and they were smoking.
"I knew they were just chatting," I said to Ana.
I reversed into the parking space right next to them, so that I was right next to Suky. The first thing I noticed was the distinct smell of marijuana. They were sharing a joint and were both as high as a kite. Suky giggled as she took a hit. I noticed that she was basking in that same post-orgasmic glow that I had observed the first time Tim enjoyed her at the massage parlor. They had definitely fucked.
My wife's two top buttons were still undone, and her bra was gone. She had two love bites just above her partially exposed breasts, and her lipstick was completely smeared. As I continued to check her out, I noticed semen drying on her neck. Had Tim removed my girlfriend's bra and tit-fucked her?
I averted my gaze from my well-used girlfriend, and looked across the SUV at Tim. He had a smirk on his face, and looked very relaxed. He also had no pants or underwear on, and I could see traces of Suky's lipstick all over his cock-head, thighs and stomach. Evidently, Suky had blown him too.
I looked into the back seat of the Suburban and my heart sank. The rear seats were folded flat, and there was a makeshift bed on the floor, consisting of a couple of sleeping bags, and large towel. Suky's panties were discarded on top of the towel, and from six feet away, I could see a large load of semen pooling inside the liner. Jesus, how many times had my boss ejaculated in the last three hours?
Tim spoke first.
"Get out of the car, Timmy."
I got out hesitantly, wondering what he had in store for me. He had always derived a lot of pleasure from my debasement, and I knew he would love to dominate me in front of Ana.
Suky told me to come closer, and leaned in for a kiss. I tasted Tim's semen on her lips and tongue immediately, and Tim let out a chuckle.
"Hi baby," Suky said softly as we broke the deep, open-mouthed kiss. "The steaks are in the back of the car. Why don't you head home and start dinner? We won't be too much longer."
"Medium rare, for me, Timmy," my boss directed me.
"Same here," Ana added.
I left my boss at San Onofre beach, with his young girlfriend and my wife. I drove home and cooked up some steaks, while the three of them presumably, worked up an appetite.
They rolled in about thirty minutes later, completely stoned and all very hungry. I served dinner and we had a very enjoyable time, chatting and drinking wine. When bedtime rolled around, I started to stress about Suky discovering my cock-cage. Inevitably, that would lead to a discussion of why I was locked up, and who locked me up. I didn't want to go down that road, so I feigned a headache and retired early.
I hadn't formulated my plan very well, instead I had just focused on being asleep before Suky came to bed, so that she wouldn't discover my enforced chastity. Inadvertently, I served Suky up on a platter to my boss, who was also an ex-lover of hers.
Ana bumped into me as I retrieved my toothbrush from their bathroom.
"Don't wait up for Suky," she said cruelly.
Then, as she tapped her manicured fingernails against the metal of my cock-cage, she added, "Sleep tight, look under your pillow!"
I got flush with excitement when she said that, and I stammered a shaky good night. When I got into the spare room, the first thing I did was to check under my pillow. Ana had left me a pair of her heavily-scented panties, and the key to my cock-cage!
There was also a hand-written note that read, "I will reward you in the morning if you don't open your cage."
I was determined to get my reward, so I climbed into the bed in the spare room, and tried to fall asleep. Not only was it difficult to get comfortable in unfamiliar surroundings, but the cock-cage was reminding me that I no longer had control of my orgasms. That had been ceded to a dominant teenage Thai girl, who had kindly left me the key tonight, but could take it away from me anytime she wanted.
I heard the three of them laughing on the patio as they drank their wine, and then I smelt the unmistakable scent of marijuana.
Pot always makes Suky horny, and I knew Tim was going to fuck my girlfriend again. I lay there seething in jealousy, as I wondered how he was going to enjoy the two of them. I have always been excited at the thought of being cuckolded, but the cage was doing a fantastic job of preventing my cock from getting hard. Ana's scented panties were under my pillow, and I was fighting the urge to jerk off into them.
I lay there silently, trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't get Ana out of my mind. It was a warm September evening in Southern California, and the windows to the spare bedroom were open. I knew I wasn't going to be able to fall asleep listening to the three of them laughing and carrying on, so I decided to close my bedroom windows. I opened the plantation shutters, and I was immediately thankful that I hadn't turned on my bedroom lights, as the three of them were clearly visible from my bedroom window, as they smoked pot on the patio.
Tim was sat between the two of them, and their body language signaled that they were very comfortable with each other. I realized I couldn't close my window without alerting them to my presence, so I decided to watch them through the partially-opened shutters.
