My wife, Holly, and I went to the Fillmore Street Festival in San Francisco during the 4th of July holiday season. There was a ton of sun, great bands, and a lot of beer stands. The latter was particularly important because tensions between my wife and I were high. We had gotten in a pretty mean-spirited fight the night before, and we were both still a bit sore at each other. I had gotten mad at her for flirting with a co-worker, and she shot back that she wouldn't have to flirt if I paid an ounce of attention to her. This kind of comment is not too terrible, but she said it in front of a group of her friends. I fumed at first, then exploded when we got home. Holly coldly eyed me as I ranted at her, and in a tone of voice thinly veiling her anger, she said that she was too young, too hot, and too horny to be neglected.
That hurt, but it rang of the truth. We've been together since she was 17 (she is now 26). Holly was a hot teenager, and now has matured into an absolutely beautiful woman. She was raised in a vegan family, and her skin reflects having grown up on a healthy diet. She wears no make-up, and her skin is vibrant smooth and luscious. She is a petite busty blonde who spends her non-working hours hiking, swimming and dancing. While I'm no slouch, I'm not as hot as my wife. My long hours at work leave me a bit tired, and I simply have never had the overpowering sex drive that she wishes I had. I don't necessarily ignore her--I love her with all my heart, and I base much of my life on the belief that she loves me equally. However, we are becoming more platonic than passionate with each passing day, and she is getting fed up.
To cheer herself up, Holly bought a toe ring at a street fair to feel sexy and fun. As we moved from stage to stage and beer stand to beer stand, we ran into a friend of hers from work, Kim, and Kim's boyfriend John. Kim is very dynamic redhead, a tall busty woman with the body and energy of a fitness instructor. John is about 6'3" and his tank top and loose shorts showed off his lean muscular body. They were laughing as they moved through the crowd, and once we made contact they dragged us out to dance. Well, I was dragged. I don't dance very well and get quite self-conscious. Holly glared as I made a move to resist, then shrugged and dropped my arm and began to dance gracefully with John and Kim.
I grudgingly attempted to dance, but soon found myself drifting off to the edges of the crowd, and ultimately to the nearest beer stand. After I drained a couple of beers, I noticed that I couldn't locate Holly or the other two, so I began to cruise through the crowd. I came across them at a street corner, and I watched them for a moment before they saw me. John was talking to Holly, and she was giggling at him while keeping her hand on his waist, as if to push him away, but she didn't push. Internally groaning at the prospect of another fight, I puffed up my chest and cruised over to the three of them.
As Holly saw me approach she contained her giggles, but her broad bright smile remained. "Hon," she said, "It's 5 o'clock and we're hungry. John lives around the corner and they've invited us up for a bite to eat." There was no question being asked, nor any response desired. They all started down the street and I hurried to catch up. We got to John's apartment within minutes, and soon we were checking out his spacious, tastefully decorated home. My jealously was reaching its limits as Holly oohed and aahhed over his apartment. I noticed some dumbbells in the corner, and I picked one up, with difficulty, and flexed my muscles a few times. John and Holly came around the corner as I was putting it down, and Holly piped "Buffing up, huh? Work those weights enough and maybe you'll develop arms like John." They all laughed good-naturedly, then John suggested an arm-wrestling contest.
"Hey, if you lift what I can lift, then it should be an even contest" he reasoned. Well, I didn't tell them that I could only perform 2 curls with that weight because Holly seemed ecstatic at the idea. Kim then upped the ante. "How about this: the guys arm wrestle, then the girls arm wrestle. Then, both winners wrestle and both losers wrestle. The ultimate loser has to serve the winners for the rest of the night." "What do you mean by 'serve'?" asked Holly a bit coyly. "The loser does what the loser is told to do" Kim laughed. My half-hearted acceptance was drowned out by the enthused responses of the others, and the contest promptly began. My arms felt like jello, and John toyed with me a bit before winking at the girls and slamming my hand down in defeat.
"Wow, there was nothing uncertain about that" my wife murmured.
Kim beat Holly, and watching those two lean into each other for leverage was just about the sexiest thing I've seen in my life. The winners then met, and John gently dispatched Kim. "The ultimate winner!" he cried, and Holly jumped up and hugged him as Kim kissed him. Now it was the losers ' turn. As I said, my arms were jello, and my hand still throbbed from John's manhandling of me. To make a long story short, Holly beat me. Easily.
A lot of laughter rang out, and none of it was mine. Holly was pulled to her feet and hugged by John and kissed by Kim as I sat in my chair. My wife grinned down at me triumphantly and said, "O.K.--the loser has to do what he is told. Repeat it." The look on her face told me that she was tired of my hesitancy, and though I loathed calling myself a loser in front of her friends, I did want to try to loosen up a bit, so I repeated the phrase, "The loser has to do what he is told."
John kept me busy for a while--I went to the store and got tequila and beer, and then did the dishes when I got back. At that point, Holly gave me a few silly orders--do a cartwheel, stand on your head, etc. Then the entire tone of the night changed. Holly, admiring her toe ring, giggled, "Lick my toe ring." I paused, and then she looked directly at me and repeated herself:
"Lick my toe ring." I smirked, giving her the old I'm--too--cool--to--refuse Look. I knelt down and lightly licked her toe, causing a few moans to escape in between her tipsy giggles. I was actually beginning to enjoy myself when John piped up, "Mike, I'm thirsty. Get me a beer." I looked over at him and smirked, and began to resume my attention to Holly's toe when Holly pushed my face away with her foot--"Loser does what he is told" she said sharply.
"Get John his beer." I got up, my face beet red, and noticed that John and Holly were the ones smirking now. I returned with John's beer, and saw that Holly and John were sitting close together on the couch and Kim was making some rustling noises in her bedroom. John took his beer and said to Holly, "He serves you well, doesn't he."
She laughed, and said, "When he can keep it up." That hurt, and I stood up to protest her verbal abuse. As I started to rise in indignation Kim's voice rang out behind me: "Loser, buckle my shoe." I turned and froze: Kim had changed into a leather mini skirt with a tight white camisole. Her large breasts were practically ripping the material in two, and she was dangling a pair of handcuffs from one finger. Mouth gaping, I looked down and saw her silver-tipped black stiletto heels with ankle straps--the straps were unbuckled. I gulped, not knowing how to respond, I turned around to voice my anger at Holly for allowing her friends to treat me this way when I felt my hair being pulled very hard.
Kim spun my head around and without warning slapped my face lightly and said, "Loser will do as he is told."
I tried to move to my feet, but Kim kicked me off balance and I as I tried to regain it somebody else kicked my feet out. Kim pounced on me, placing her knee squarely in my back and twisting one hand behind me. Before I could tell what was happening, Kim slapped the handcuffs onto my prone hand, and quickly locked my other wrist behind me. She then pulled me roughly to my knees, and grabbed a handful of my hair from the back of my head and forced my vision up. She kept a hammerlock on my arms as she held my head erect.
Holly and John were totally cracking up at the sight of Kim overpowering me, and John said, "The loser is also a wimp!" Holly caught her breath and looked at me with an expression of lust I had never really seen before. In an unapologetic tone she said, "I'm sorry hon, but tonight it's going to have to be this way. Don't doubt that I love you, but I have some energy to work out. We've been discussing a 'workout' while you've been busy doing the chores, and I love what John and Kim have proposed. I have no idea what I might say or do to you over the next few hours, but my only goal is being totally uninhibited." My head throbbed and my arms burned in pain as Holly and John stood up. My mind stuttered--I couldn't formulate any other thought than "Are they fucking kidding?"
Holly stood before me and pushed my forehead back with a single finger as she spoke: "You see, John and Kim have been telling me about their sex life, and we've been invited to join. I've been promised that I'll be satisfied like I've never been before. Considering your small cock and your soft and quick approach to sex, I don't doubt that I'll be more satisfied in 3 minutes with John than I have been with you in years." My young beautiful wife then strutted slowly in front of me and moved to stand behind John as he pulled off his shirt, revealing a smooth muscular chest and a rock-hard six-pack of abs. My wife began to massage his chest from behind, and then peeked her eyes around to me. Kim stood towered above me, a red-headed amazon, and placed one spiked heel on my right shoulder and ground it down into place, causing me to yelp.
Holly laughed lightly and said, "As you can see, Kim is a bit forceful. I know you can't see her right now, but taking you down has really turned her on. Her nipples are tearing her camisole one thread at a time, and she's licking her lips like she's going to feast on you." John's shorts came off, and as Holly teased his boxers down, she looked back at me.
"Your 5 inch hard-on is about to look even smaller. Kim has told me all about John's superior cock, and now I get to see it." John's boxers hit the floor, and even in my pain-blurred mind, my thoughts immediately registered the comparison of my dick to John's. Even semi-erect, John had a whopper of a cock--8 inches, thick shaft and a wide head. "Get it hard so you can really appreciate it" Kim told Holly. With a wicked smile, Holly stayed behind John and grasped his hips and began to caress his body, running her hands all over him. He had a magnificent body, and Holly was fondling every inch. She reached around and began to stroke his cock with one hand while fondling his big scrotum with the other. I couldn't see her body, just her small hand trying to encircle John's giant dick. I was less than a foot away from his dick, and I could smell his scent and feel his heat as Holly used her hands to bring John to his fullness.
