Secrets Ch 37

37

I was kneeling on their floor, bound and still trying to catch my breath, when I heard my phone up on the shelf chime with a notification. Once their kiss broke, Sydney strolled over, picked it up and looked at the screen.

"Oh, look at this," she laughed. "It seems our little plaything has some extra time. There's a text here from his wife telling him that her friend is staying over, and that he should find another place to crash for the night."

"She tosses him over rather easily," the man said. "I guess that's not too surprising, given how her husband seems to prefer sucking cock."

"Was he that good at it?" she asked.

"Let's just say you could tell it wasn't his first time," he laughed.

"I could see that. He put on a good show."

"Are those your panties he's wearing?"

"No, he came to me wearing those," Sydney giggled. "You should see what else he's wearing under them."

"Show me," he commanded, tilting his head.

She moved towards me and pushed my knees farther apart. It was a bit awkward, with me bound kneeling, but she managed to tug the front of my panties down and tuck them under my caged cock and balls.

"What is that?" he asked, sounding shocked.

"David, honey, why don't you tell my boyfriend Tyler about that little thing yourself," Sydney said, addressing me directly for the first time in a while.

"It is a chastity cage," I said, my voice breaking at first. "My wife locked it onto me, and it keeps me from getting hard or using my cock."

"So it's not just tonight then," he said. "She doesn't have much sexual use for you at all?"

I knelt there silent for a moment, until it became clear to me that he expected an answer.

"She lets me go down on her," I answered, blushing, "but that is it."

"So she fucks other men?" Tyler asked.

"Yes, she does."

"Does she know you're here tonight?" he asked.

"No, she just knows I'm out. She wanted to have dinner with her friend."

"So what else could you do except go to a Hooters and chat up my woman?" he said. "Is that right?"

"I didn't really plan it that way. I didn't even know she'd be there," I managed to answer.

"I guess we're all having a lucky night then," Tyler laughed. "I guess your wife didn't know that locking up your cock wouldn't stop you from being of use to men."

I didn't want to answer that question, so I stayed silent.

"What shall we do with him now?" Sydney asked. "Now that it seems like we have all night."

"That's up to you, honey. After all, you brought him home, so you get to play with him."

"I have an idea," she answered after a beat, then turned back to me. "What is the name of the guy you came into the restaurant with?"

"His name is Matt," I answered.

"Do you think that he'd come here, if you told him you were with me? He was interested, right?"

I felt guilty, leading Matt into whatever it was I was currently in, but I still answered honestly.

"Yes, I think that if he could make an excuse at home, he'd come," I said.

She went to my phone again and fiddled with it, presenting the screen to me once she'd found the only Matt in my contacts.

"Is this him?" she asked, and I nodded.

She spoke aloud as she rapidly composed a text to him, using my phone.

"Hey Matt. Remember that hot Hooters waitress? The one who was up for a thresome? I'm at her place, and we need you to make three."

"I like how you describe yourself as hot," Tyler laughed.

"Do you disagree?" she laughed.

"I wouldn't dare," he said, and pulled her to him once more.

They kissed, their bodies tight against each other, hands roaming, and all I could do was watch. Their make-out session looked like it might really go somewhere, but then my phone chimed.

Sydney giggled as she read the reply.

"He's in. I'll just text him the address," she said, "and he'll be here in no time. I suppose I should get dressed to greet him."

After using my phone to send that information, she set it aside and disappeared to another room, leaving me bound and helpless, while her boyfriend looked down at me. He reached down and, with his thumb, smeared my remaining lipstick.

"I don't know what your story is, but you've really let someone turn you into quite the little emasculated cocksucking whore," he said. "You're married, as is this friend of yours on his way, right?"

"Yes," I answered, nodding.

"And the two of you talked about lusting after Sydney? While you ate at Hooters?"

I nodded again.

"Trying to decide what a threesome with her would be like with her? If you'd still be into it, or if it would be too 'gay' for you?"

"Yes."

"I'm kind of guessing that isn't as much of an issue for you as it might be for him, right?"

"I think probably not," I answered meekly.

"We both know that you're not going to be fucking anyone tonight, not with that cage thing locked onto you. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Your friend probably thinks he's going to get some though, doesn't he?"

"I'm sure he does, yes."

"What do you think his odds are?"

"Not great, I kind of imagine."

"Oh I'm not so sure. I've got a feeling he'll be able to fuck you as much as he wants," Tyler said, and his smile widened. "He's not going to be first though."

I felt my face redden as I squirmed. He moved behind me, releasing the rope that bound my ankles to my wrists, but let the rest in place. He reached down and lifted me up, pulling me to my feet enough so that he could move me and bend me over the back of the sofa. He pulled my panties down and out of his way, and then I felt his hardness pushing at me.

I moaned as he penetrated me, feeling his stiff cock slide in slowly. He took his time, feeling my tightness, lubricated only by his precum. He groaned in time with his motions, using me for his pure pleasure. He was fully inside me, balls deep, when I saw Sydney emerge once more, dressed to make her best impression on Matt. She wore something like a version of her Hooters uniform, but even sluttier. The signature nylons had been replaced with fishnet stockings, and the orange shorts were shorter and tighter. She wore the white logo t-shirt, but the neck had been cut to expose more of her cleavage, and was knotted at her waist, showing off her tight, smooth belly.

I don't know if it was his sight of her, or how my body tightened and gripped him as I saw her, but he grunted and started pounding into me faster and harder, until he came inside me, painting my insides with his hot cum. I gasped and moaned, feeling his pleasure and release, and the oozing load inside me. Tyler, now finished, pulled out and pulled my panties back up, tugging them high so that they pulled in between my ass cheeks.

"Damn, I never get tired of seeing you dressed to hunt," he said.

"You know just how to make a girl like me happy," she purred.

"How do you want this to work?" he asked.

"Well, I'm going to guess that this Matt might talk a big game, but probably hasn't actually stepped out on his wife that often, so I don't want to scare him too early."

"So, having his friend already stripped, tied up and looking like a sissy whore might be too much right away?" Tyler laughed.

"Just maybe," she said with a smile. "Shall we get him showered up and clean?"

"A wonderful idea," he said.

Sydney apparently did not really mean "we" when she had suggested a shower, as it was Tyler who freed me from the ropes and led me into the bathroom. Under his supervision, I removed my panties and took a hot, thorough shower. It felt so good to be clean again, to feel refreshed, even if it made my awareness of my predicament more clear. I was even given clean underwear to put on -- a pair of Sydney's pink lace-trimmed panties. I put my own clothes back on and again I looked normal.

"I'm not really going to need those ropes, or anything else, to have you be a good obedient boy, am I?" Tyler asked.

"No, Sir," I replied.

"I didn't think so. I don't even need to threaten you, because I think you love doing these things. You love being told to do them too, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good for you. So you're going to play along and be a good obedient boy, and you and your friend Matt are going to put on a wonderful show for my Sydney. You have no idea what an incredible fuck she is, after she's played with some boys like you," he said with a wide smile. "Now go out there, and get her nice and wet for me."

I felt awkward, being around her again, just pretending to be normal. It was impossible to look at her, dressed as she was, without feeling my caged cock stir and torment me. Sydney was in a terrific mood, chatting and flirting with me non-stop. At last, the doorbell rang. Sydney had me answer the door and lead him in, so that she could wait for him to see her all at once.

Matt was excited and nervous when I opened the door, but he seemed relieved to see me.

"Oh my god, is this really happening?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

"It really is," I answered truthfully.

I guided him in and stepped aside so he could drink in the sight of Sydney standing in the middle of the living room, posing like a model on the red carpet.

"Holy fuck," he moaned.

"Hi cutie," Sydney purred at him. "I hope we didn't pull you away from anything too important."

"Not at all," he answered. "The wife was happy to hear that I was going out with David here again. She wants me to have more male friends."

"I'd like that too," Sydney said, but since she said it as she started walking towards him, I'm not sure he heard a word of it.

She walked right up to him, stopped just inches away, then kissed him. The kiss was slow, long and intimate. I could see that she'd pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around him and she pulled her body against his. He began to use his hands too, letting them slide down her back and cup her ass. He was breathing heavily when the kiss broke.

Without a word, Sydney beckoned me to her, then kissed me with equal fervour. Matt just stood there, not backing away, watching and smiling. I felt her hands on my face when she ended the kiss. She turned my head towards Matt's.

"I believe you know what I want to see," she whispered. "That's my condition for having you sexy boys here. I know you might be nervous, so I'm going to give you a choice. Matt, do you want David to kiss you for me, or do you want me to kiss you while we let him suck your cock?"

Matt blushed. My eyes were wide, but I kept my mouth closed.

"Maybe it's silly, but kissing feels more intimate and personal than maybe I'm ready for," Matt answered slowly. "Plus I'd also really like to keep kissing you."

"I think we have our answer then, don't we?" Sydney giggled. "I trust you don't mind, David?"

"I guess not," I answered.

I could see the smile on Sydney's face, and I imagined a matching one on Tyler's, wherever he was hiding.

"Do a good job for us then," Sydney purred.

I could feel and almost hear my heart pounding. Matt started nervously looking away from me, so I just slid down to my knees, focusing on getting his belt loosened and his jeans open. I was getting so familiar with this act, but it felt different doing this to a friend. I tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on the physical. I got his pants open and pulled his underwear down and out of the way. He was getting hard already, though I knew that was in reaction to Sydney.

I felt her move above me, turning and positioning herself so that she could return to kissing him while I worked below. I felt her legs brush against me. I got my right hand around Matt's cock and I started to stroke him. He didn't pull away so I moved forward, opening my mouth and letting my lips close around the head of his cock. I tried, for perhaps a minute or two, not to seem too eager or practiced, but as he hardened and started to ooze precum, it became a lie I couldn't maintain. I threw myself into pleasuring him, stroking him firmly and letting my tongue dance all around him. I could hear him moaning above me, but with their bodies pressed together, there wasn't much I could see. They made out above me while I busied myself with his throbbing erection.

I'm sure it was overwhelming for him to be in a situation like that. He had come from a normal evening and found himself thrown into a porn fantasy out of his dreams. As such, I didn't judge him at all for how quickly he came. It surprised me though, and I sputtered a bit, as my mouth was suddenly filled with his cum.

Now it was my time to feel nervous, and I found it impossible to look up at him. I pulled off of him, keeping my lips tight, so that I slurped up every drop, but I kept my eyes on his cock and then on the floor. To my surprise, I couldn't help but notice that Matt's cock stayed hard and thick, even after cumming. Sydney noticed as well.

"What kind of special manhood is this?" she giggled, reaching down to take hold of it herself.

"I... I wanted to be sure I'd be ready," he mumbled, "so I took a pill on the way over."

"Oh, wonderful," Sydney purred. "We'll have to make sure we don't waste this. Come with me."

Both of us followed her -- Matt right away and me as soon as I got to my feet. I couldn't stop my eyes following Matt's impressive, resilient erection. As soon as we entered the bedroom, I started to look around, wondering if Tyler's presence was going to be revealed, but it seemed as though he had hidden himself somewhere out of sight.

Sydney peeled off her shorts, revealing that she was wearing nothing beneath them except the stockings. She hopped up on the bed and leaned back against its padded headboard, spreading her legs wide.

"David, get on your knees and get your face between my thighs. I want to feel you lick my pussy. Matt, I want you to get up behind David here, and I want you to tug down his pants. You're going to fuck him for me, right here, right now. Put that drugged up cock to use. I'm not sure which is going to make me hotter -- his tongue, or watching you take him -- but we're going to find out right now.

Interlude

Jane pulled out her bag of toys as soon as she got into the bedroom. She felt so strange, doing these things and feeling this way in front of Jennifer -- her friend and confidant. Now, in this setting, Jane's mind was free to see her in the other ways she'd never really put into words for herself. Jenn was sexy. Her body was curvy and intoxicating to think about. Her lips were full, and Jane found herself so eager to taste them again.

With David, Jane had wanted to appear with the strap-on dildo in place, creating an almost shocking image to confront him with. With Jenn, however, it felt even sexier to be watched as she got ready. She peeled out of her clothes, piece by piece. She was excited and nervous, and she felt her heart pounding as she found herself standing there in nothing but her lingerie. She pulled the harness up her legs and adjusted the straps until it felt snug and firm. The pressure over her pussy already felt wonderful. Jenn watched with rapt attention as Jane selected a dildo, and not a small one, to fit into the harness.

"Oh god, that looks so sexy," Jenn purred, "and so big."

"You did say something about wanting to be 'railed,' didn't you?" Jane replied.

"I really did," she answered.

Jane smiled wide and approached her slowly. She felt very aware of everything, from the feeling of the carpet under her feet to the bouncing jiggle of the dildo. That sensual awareness transferred to her fingertips as well, as she started to undress her friend. They were both silent as the clothing came off, falling to the floor. Jenn turned and moved as was needed to make things easier, but it was Jane who was in control, undressing her at her own pace. She didn't stop until Jennifer was entirely naked. She could see her trembling slightly.

Jane lifted her hands to Jenn's face and kissed her again. She pushed her tongue into her mouth, tasting her and feeling the moans vibrate between them. She slid her hands downwards and started to caress Jenn's breasts and hips and ass. Jenn reacted by wrapping her arms around her and pulling their bodies together. Jane pressed her hand between Jenn's thighs, finding her wet and warm.

"Are you ready?" Jane whispered.

"Yes," Jenn gasped in reply. "Yes, I am."

Using her hands, Jane turned Jenn around and walked her to the foot of the bed. Once Jane could walk no further, Jane placed one hand on her right hip and with her other hand, she started to bed her forward. Jenn was moaning as she bent over, stepping her feet slightly apart as well.

Jane was thrilled, seeing Jenn's pussy so wet, and she carefully guided the head of her dildo to slide up and down the puffy, hungry, smooth and bald lips.

"Oh god, you're teasing me," purred Jenn.

"You don't like a little teasing," Jane giggled in reply.

"I do, I do, but I'm already soaking wet."

"I can see that."

With that, Jane pushed forward firmly and steadily, but not too quickly. She felt the pressure of Jenn's tightness as the base pressed against her own pussy. Now that she didn't need to guide the toy anymore, she moved her hands to Jenn's hips for leverage.

"Ohhh fuck yes," Jenn moaned. "It's so fucking big. You're splitting me in half!"

"Are you telling me that Ken's not this big?" Jane teased.

"Not even close," Jenn hissed back, her body rocking back and forth.

Jane started to pump faster, harder, working to bury the full length of the toy inside her.

"Maybe I'll end up ruining you for him," she said. "Kind of like my studs have ruined me for David."

"Oh god. 'Your studs.' Listen to you. You're so naughty!" Jenn said.

"That's right, and right now this naughty girl is fucking you," Jane answered.

Jane watched the toy slide deep inside Jane's pussy over and over. She was dripping wet, and her juices were coating the dildo and making it gleam. She felt herself getting so warm as she slammed forward, over and over, feeling very aware that she'd never done anything like this with another woman. She'd kissed plenty of women before, in situations ranging from real passion to just wanting to tease men watching, or to get free drinks in a bar. This was different, and it felt amazing. She could hear and smell and feel the effect she was having. Jenn's pussy was stretched tight around the girth of the strap-on, but any ache she was feeling was being translated into pure passion.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck," Jenn moaned. "You're going to make me cum already!"

"Oh no, not yet," Jane teased, slowing and starting to pull back. "I'm not sure you've earned it yet."

Jenn began to moan immediately.

"Oh god no. Don't stop. Don't. Please!"

Jane pushed forward once more, pushing the full length of the dildo inside her.

"You like this, Jennifer? You want more?"

"Yes! Oh god yes! I'm so close!"

"If you say so," Jane said, and immediately resumed pounding the toy cock into her.

She fucked Jenn fast and hard and deep, mercilessly. With her hands on Jenn's hips, she pulled her back onto each thrust, loving the eternal hardness of the cock that she was able to fuck her with.

True to her word, Jenn's legs quickly began to tremble, and her moans turned into gasps and screams beyond her ability to shape words. She came, hard and wet, splashing over the still-moving dildo. Jane slowed but didn't stop, steadily thrusting into Jenn's spasming pussy, carrying her through waves and waves of climactic pleasure. When she was finally through it, Jenn's body just wilted with spent exhaustion, and Jane helped to lay her down on the bed. The wet, glistening dildo slid free and jutted up in the air obscenely as Jane too collapsed onto the bed, laying on her back and panting.

"Holy fuck," Jenn finally managed to say, after a few minutes of catching her breath.

"Yes, there really is something about not having to wait for a man to get hard, or worrying about him staying hard long enough, isn't there?" Jane said.