"So, have you thought about it?"
"No, you're all I need."
"I know that, but wouldn't it be nice to try something new?"
"Are you really serious about this?"
"Yes I am!"
"But..."
"I love it when you say the word "butt"! You get me sooooo freaking hot!"
Trent laughed and flipped the woman who was teasing him so incessantly so that she was now lying on top of him and he could caress her firm, round bottom. It was the first thing that had caught his attention when they had met nearly five years ago. She had been dancing nearly naked in the streets of Kingston with her friends among thousands of revellers at a Carnival road march. It held his attention still.
"Want a massage?"
"Are you trying to bribe me?"
"Yes! Is it working?"
"Not yet, but you can try a little harder..."
"I love it when you say the word "harder"..."
"Fool! Come here you little minx...!" Trent said snatching at her and trapping her between his legs; his feet and hands stroking her soft skin. "Are you really serious about this though hun? I don't need it; so we'll do it only if you really want to," he murmured.
"I think you'd enjoy it."
"Want to know what I'd really enjoy right now?"
Elinor giggled, "Show me!"
"Mmmmmmmm!"
Trent Long's 47th birthday was approaching and his wife, Elinor, had promised to make it memorable for him.
"Promise me that you're going to behave yourself Trent" Elinor warned the next evening as she straddled her husband's legs, pinning him to the bed, and giving him a lazy hand job. "Are you listening to me?" she asked, batting his hand away and refusing to be dislodged from her perch or deterred from her task.
"What?" Trent gasped.
"I want you to have a good time..."
"Stop talking and come here" he groaned.
"No, we have to have a serious discussion," Elinor said tickling the underside of her husband's cock. "I have been thinking about what I could get for you for your birthday and I'm stuck. You do realise that you don't need anything, don't you?"
"All I need is for you and our kids to be happy and healthy," he said squirming.
"What a sweet answer! But no... you need to tell me the theme that you want for your party this year."
"Okay! Ancient Rome - we could have togas, chariots and the works..." he said a little breathlessly.
"We did Ancient Rome seven years ago. I'm certain I conceived Noah that night. You got into the debauchery of the period completely... Come on Trent! Think!" she said slowly spreading the drips of precum over the head of his weeping member with her thumb. "Think Trent," she whispered and leaned over to swallow his erection whole.
"Mmmmmmmmm"
Trent's birthday came and the burlesque-themed party that Elinor threw together for him was a resounding success. Nearly two hundred and fifty of their closest friends, relatives, neighbours and staff partied hearty to decadent music, drinking to Trent's health and losing their own in the process. In a room full of beautiful, scantily clad women many of the men ogled Elinor openly and Trent felt a great pride when, ever the gracious hostess, she ignored their stares as she worked the room along with her army of waiters.
The revue featuring his favourite performer, the delightful Ms. Jelly Rolle, was particularly well received. The beautiful woman worked the crowd into a sexual frenzy, teasing the guests to the limit of their endurance. Trent thought that he would have died with embarrassment when she groped him openly, eliciting a response that drew comments from his scandalised guests. He relaxed only after he realised how envious the men, and some of the women, were and how amused Elinor looked.
"Thank you," he whispered when he cornered Elinor in the kitchen arranging what must have been the fifteenth serving of food for their guests. "Thank you for bringing her here for me. This has all been great! And a private show from Jelly! How did you manage that! You're the best hun! The best!" He kissed her; deepening the kiss when she opened her mouth to let him in.
"Go get a room you two!" Trent's friend, Derek, called out heartily as he barged in on his way to the new walk-in fridge stocked full of beer that Elinor had given her husband that morning.
"I'll deal with you later," Trent whispered releasing her.
Elinor chuckled.
Five hours after the festivities began the crowd had thinned considerably. No one had noticed as six of the guests slipped away quietly, up the stairs into the Long's private chamber. Trent and Elinor had one last nightcap with the stragglers before arranging designated drivers for those who needed them and locking up for the night. They surveyed the ruin ruefully before deciding to leave it until after they had slept a little. Elinor sent Trent ahead, promising to meet him in a minute so that they could finish the conversation that Derek had interrupted.
"Oh baby! That was wonderful! Thank you soooooo much!" Trent called out to his wife as he entered his bedroom.
"Take your clothes off, Trent."
Trent stopped dead in his tracks at the sight in his bedroom. Two nearly naked women were sprawled decoratively on his bed, obviously waiting for him. Libby? Julie? Shit! What the fuck??!!! He didn't have much time to process the fact of their existence or the command that he wasn't quite sure he had heard when he felt a stinging blow to his backside.
"Don't make me have to tell you again. Take your clothes off Trent; and get on your knees."
Trent turned and stared into the chocolate-coloured eyes of his muse, the lovely Ms. Jelly Rolle.
Jelly brandished a cane, the one that she had used to hit him. Trent felt himself harden instantly. Jelly's pouting lips barely moved, but her eyes sparkled with amusement at his indecision. He didn't know whether to believe that his wildest fantasy or his worst nightmare was about to come true. He felt his muscles tense, ready for flight. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself. He fought with himself not to look at the women in his bed. He winced as he felt his cock stiffen. He swallowed and tried to focus on Jelly's face. He tried to step away from her as she hit him again.
"Wait!" he gasped. "You shouldn't be here!"
"You shouldn't still have your clothes on." She turned away from him, "Ladies!"
Trent felt three pairs of arms restrain him while a fourth dragged his pants down leaving his enormous erection to bob painfully in front of Jelly. He felt his balls begin to contract. Oh no! He was going to cum just from looking at this woman holding a cane. No! Please! No!
"Don't even think it" she said. "You know what will happen to you if you cum without permission."
Trent came.
He didn't open his eyes when he heard his wife's disapproving murmur. What must she be thinking? He kept his head bowed submissively, biting his lip hard and digging his nails savagely into his palms to stave off the wave of desperate desire that had hit him when he heard the rustle of those stockings draw closer. He wanted to come again. Don't do it T. Don't do it! Don't! When a pair of stiletto and stocking clad manicured feet were in his field of vision he felt a flood of gratitude toward her that almost brought him to tears. Elinor!
Oh Elinor! I love you more than anything else in the world! You would do this for me? You really don't mind? This doesn't really mean anything. You know that, don't you? It's just sex. These women! We do this only if you're okay with it. But I do want to do this...Libby and Satu and Julie! I want to spank Madison! Please don't be angry if we do this just once. Let me fuck Jelly, just once! I WANT TO FUCK HER HARD! I'll never ask you for anything else in life! It's just sex. IT'S JUST SEX!!! Trent's brain screamed at him. He wanted to tell his wife these things but he held his tongue. He had said some of them to her before in jest. He knew that she knew. She knew better than he, the dark desires of his heart. He did not want to think about how she knew but somehow she had unravelled the confusion that obscured his deepest longings. She knew that despite everything, he loved her.
"Strip him ladies. He needs to be punished."
Trent wanted desperately to meet Elinor's eye, to reassure her, and to receive her assurances, that the events of the evening wouldn't change things for them. He didn't dare look at her though in case that was against the rules for the night. He had confessed to her that he liked to be dominated on occasion. The big, respectable businessman about town, the owner of Jamaica's largest contract manufacturing firm, wanted to give up his control once in a while, wanted to be made to feel worthless, small and helpless every now and then. He had confessed this truth about himself and more, and he wondered how much of it he would have to endure tonight before Elinor decided that he'd had enough. He wondered if their safe word would work. No way to find that out now without calling the whole thing off. They should have talked about that before. He'd just have to trust her; and hope that none of these women found the limits of his strength.
His breath hitched as he felt himself propelled toward the centre of the room and the same pairs of hands peeled his clothes slowly from his body. These women weren't shy about touching him. Probing fingers explored the planes, bulges and crevasses of his body. He relaxed into the sensations, enjoying the anticipation of things promised by those touches. He tried to imprint the experience on his memory. The pain in his nerve endings was exquisite. His nipples were pebbled, his cock straining. He wanted relief but not yet. The evening had only just begun. There was a long way to go. As yet, he was the only one completely naked in the room. Trent stifled a moan at that thought.
"On your knees Trent," Jelly ordered again, reinforcing her words with a light flick of her crop across his groin.
