Sunday afternoon, Jean told him it was time for him to call Roger.
Miguel had watched Jean arrange her trysts with Leo, but this was his first time to set up an assignation. Jean gave him a few pointers. She thought he should say sir when talking to Roger as a sigh of respect. He was she pointed out older and superior.
Miguel was nervous and actually stuttered so much Roger had to ask him to calm down and repeat what he said. Miguel said, "Sir, my wife would like to know if you are free this evening as she would like your company again."
Roger chuckled, "I think you mean she wants my cock again. You know what they say Miguel. Once you've had black..."
Miguel finished for him, "There's no going back."
Roger said, "You got it. Back to your question. I am free this evening. How does seven sound?"
Miguel covered the mouthpiece with his hand and asked Jean if seven was a good time.
She said it was.
"Seven is fine sir."
Roger liked being called sir and told Miguel he would see them at seven.
After Roger hung up, Miguel realized his face felt on fire. Whether it was from shame or arousal he couldn't tell. Jean noticed, but said nothing, She knew what he had done had not been easy.
She did tell him she was ready for another licking. She was Miguel noted very wet. She was also very vocal. Afterwards the two of them lay together on the bed their bodies intertwined.
She looked at his wet face and told him she loved him. He told her he loved her too.
She thought he looked fragile. She knew he was being pulled emotionally in two different directions and how hard it must be.
"Miguel, Thank you."
"For what?" he asked wondering if she was referring to the orgasm he gave her or the phone call.
"For calling Roger. I can only imagine how hard it was for you. Father says the first time is the toughest, but it gets easier."
"It was hard. Did you notice I stuttered?"
She kissed the bridge of his nose, "I did. You looked so cute asking him to come over and keep your wife company. When he comes over I think it would be best if you gave us some privacy for a few hours. I want him to feel relaxed. You have dinner while Roger has me. Afterwards you can have me for dessert."
He smiled but didn't laugh.
She said, "I thought what I said was funny. You know it's true. You'll want it bad, Your tongue inside of me cleaning me out, lapping up my lover's cum."
"It just sounds so nasty when you describe it that way Jean."
"You're being sensitive Miguel. It is nasty and depraved, but it's also wonderful and that moment when we reconnect defines us. It's our ritual Miguel. I'm not ashamed you like it and I'm not ashamed I like you eating me after I've been with other men."
"It doesn't gross you out."
"Just the opposite. To know your face will be down there between my legs, your lungs filling up as you inhale his essence, and your tongue tasting him, your excitement feeding mine, makes my orgasms so much better."
"Really?"
She nodded yes before softly kissing him on the lips and telling him, "Really. So if you what you like makes you awful then I must be doubly awful. Our reunions are the best."
He lowered his head because he wanted to suck on that nipple he knew would be swollen with lust because he knew this talk was as arousing to her as it was to him.
She groaned as he took her nipple into his mouth, "Suck it."
When he was done with that nipple he moved onto the other. Then he started kissing his way down her abdomen only to hear her tell him, "Stop. I want to save my Os for Roger."
He didn't want to stop, but he did, kissing his way back up.
"Jean, I want out of my cage tonight. It's been so long and I've been good."
She said, "True, but I like you in your cage."
He said, "Just for a little while. I want to be in you. I'll put my cage back on after. I just think we need to consummate our marriage."
Jean agreed saying, "You're right. It really would be unfair of me to not let my husband fuck me on our honeymoon. Promise me you'll put it back on afterwards."
"I promise."
She looked at the clock, yawned, said she needed a nap, wondered aloud if her fatigue was due to being pregnant or too much late night fun the previous night or both.
Miguel got out of bed, dressed, and went to the hotel gym where he spent several hours doing his best to burn off his energy. He returned to the room and assisted Jean as she prepared herself for Roger. He showered and dressed.
She had on a lavender nightie and no panties. The nightie barely covered her ass. Her tits he noted looked even larger. He didn't ask to stay because he knew the answer would be no. He told her she looked beautiful.
She asked, "But do I look fuckable."
He said, "Very much."
"Good, because I want Roger to fuck me a lot. Go enjoy dinner. Don't drink too much if you go to the bar. Roger will get you when we are done."
From his vantage point in the restaurant he could watch people as they walked through the lobby. He spotted Roger. Looking at his watch he noted Roger was punctual, something Jean liked in a man.
He took his time because he knew it could possibly be hours before they finished. He thought back to when he dropped off Jean and how miserable the wait had been. She had been quite cruel to him taunting him. He was glad they were past that stage. Her meanness had less to do with his inability to fuck her with the skill her lovers possessed, but her own feelings of guilt. Father had really been a big help. She no longer felt guilty about spreading her legs for other men, wanting to carry another man's child, or being the Alpha in her relationship with Miguel. She had finally embraced what she called her inner bitch.
Jose, the waiter, had nearly caused them to break up. She was so mean to him after she had been with him. It was better with Leo and by the time she began hooking up with Tommy her venomous behavior was gone. He knew Father was responsible for the change. He noted she was downright playful with him minutes before she was going to be with Roger when she had been the exact opposite with Jose and Leo.
He reminded himself she wasn't totally defanged and he was okay with it. In fact, humiliation had proven to be quite the aphrodisiac. He had been very turned on that day dipping his fingers into Jean's honeypot and licking them clean of Jose's ejaculate.
His penis attempting to get hard cursed him to fidget in his seat. There were instances where the damn thing was uncomfortable he thought and this was one of them. He moved his hips around in an effort to get the pinching where flesh met metal to stop. After he did he resumed daydreaming.
Those phone calls to Mrs. Flores had been humiliating as had all those times where she washed his cum stained underwear. Their hugs as she pressed herself against his cage knowing her daughter was having sex with another man. She had even become his key holder. He suspected she might not know who the father of Jean's baby was but she definitely knew it it wasn't Miguel. He concluded Mrs. Flores was very good at playing dumb when she was anything but. He felt he had developed some sort of fetish with her. Those memories had been as humiliating as they had been arousing.
Done with dinner he looked at his watch and noted he had only killed an hour and a half. He really didn't want to go to the bar because he wanted to be clear minded for later. He decided on dessert and coffee. He laughed as he thought how he would have to desserts tonight.
His waitress asked him, "What was so funny?"
