John watched as Lyn walked over to a video camera, setup on a tripod and turned it on. She knew this was a one off and wanted to relive it over and over in the future. She then went to the bathroom, opened the door and entered.
No mere words on paper can explain what John felt when Lyn reappeared. His initial reaction was certainly shock as she emerged leading a naked man by his semi-erect cock and dangling scrotum. A quick glance showed the newcomer to be younger, taller, better looking and more muscled than he was. There was also enough cock protruding from Lyn's hand to make it clear that this guy hadn't been at the back of the queue when the inches were handed out. His automatic fight/flight reflex was telling him to flee from a superior specimen. The problem for John was that he couldn't run. Lyn had both males in the room by the balls. One literally; the other figuratively. John was still in shock, as Lyn led her willing captive over to him. John was yet to decide whether he was willing captive or not.
"John, I'd like you to meet Simon. Simon, this is John."
Chapter 3 The four second chapter
It may be helpful to examine what was going through the conscious minds of the three participants at this point. Although, for one reason or another, none of them were thinking too rationally.
Simon wasn't thinking rationally because he just wasn't capable of it. Like many big, handsome, muscular men he was not; how can this be put politely; over-furnished in the brain department. He looked down at the helpless John and smiled. He saw the spunk all over the guy's stomach and his nose twitched at the acrid smell. He'd been tapping Lyn for a month now, ever since she'd approached him in the gym. She was one fine piece of MILF. Why she'd married the loser sitting in the chair was a mystery to him. Some guys just wanted to be dominated and humiliated, he supposed. Well, he could do that.
Lyn certainly wasn't thinking rationally and hadn't been for at least the two months took to set this up. Finding a male with three out of four of the attributes she was looking for was easy. Window shopping at the gym, she'd narrowed the list of targets down quickly by looks, age and muscle load. The fourth essential qualification, to make this moment perfect was much harder. It had taken three failed attempts to test drive different guys to come to the same conclusion the medical profession came to years ago. Steroids shrink penises. After that she'd lowered her sights on the muscle mass and targeted Simon. The initial test drive and subsequent month of preparing him for this moment had been physically satisfying but mentally awkward. She was cheating on her husband after all. No amount of rationalisation could totally remove her guilt.
She was driven however. In late high school she'd still been a virgin when she began to be pursued by a guy she knew should have been out of her league. Over a month, she'd allowed his flattery and attention to wear her defences down and had finally given her once in a lifetime gift. After the brief, unpleasant event, the guy had laughed and left the humiliated teenager; metaphorically carving a notch on his belt as he departed. She'd unconsciously vowed revenge that day and had been a little obsessed with returning the experience ever since. The word, "little," is used here in the same context as you can say the Pope is a 'little' bit Catholic. She just knew that once she saw the look of utter defeat in the eyes of a strong, healthy male, her demons would be laid to rest forever. That was why, even though she knew there was a risk of losing her husband and smashing her family, she'd taken the risk that led to here and now.
No, there was nothing rational about Lyn's mind at the moment. As she stood with her lover's tackle in her hand, looking down at a stunned John, slime sheeting down her leg, she was on pure, instinctive autopilot.
Strangely, John was the closest to thinking rationally at that precise moment. Sure he was fighting to run from what was obviously a dominant male. This was balanced against the instinct to fight. There could be no doubt in anyone's mind, rational or otherwise, what was about to happen. Another male was about to take his woman, impregnate his mate, dominate him. There was nothing he could do about it. He knew this wasn't the first time she would couple with this rival, just the first time it would be thrust in his face.
In his almost rational mind John thought, "So this is HIM." He was smart enough that he'd deduced there must be a HIM but he'd never expected them to meet. HIS existence was extrapolated from the fact that their torrid, almost every day romps, had dwindled to two or three times a week about two months ago, then plummeted to almost nothing over the last month. John had successfully deduced that represented an increasing sexual involvement with HIM.
Lyn made no secret of her dominance fantasy, she and John often role played it. As is common in many couples, the one without the fantasy, sees how turned on it makes the one with the fantasy. This leads to the conditioned response that the fantasy leads to incredible sex. In this way, it becomes the fantasy of both parties. It was pure Pavlov. John had even conjectured how he would handle the situation if Lyn suggested making make-believe, reality. The trouble was, that in all his scenarios, he'd been the one looking down at the loser tied to a chair with spunk dribbling down his stomach and matting his pubic hair. This had thrown him into a spin.
Rationality was pushed aside by the sheer humiliation of his situation. Not only was he helplessly tied to a chair with a superior member being flaunted in his face. No, his main problem was that he'd seen Simon's nose twitch and knew exactly what he was smelling. Victory!
John had a decision to make. Should he stand his ground as a man? This would risk spoiling it for Lyn. Should he give in totally? Should he allow himself to be dominated by this stranger who appeared to be better than him in every way? Strangely, he knew this wasn't what Lyn wanted either. With no fight at all from John, it would be a poor dominance experience for her. In the end it was a slight twitch of his flaccid cock that gave him the answer. His honour demanded that he at least appear to fight this, then he could sit back and watch as Lyn enjoyed the gift he was giving her. That was the only course of action for someone who loved Lyn as much as John did.
Lyn knew what was going to happen as soon as she saw his shriveled cock twitch. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. The gamble was about to pay dividends. She was almost sure it would. After all, she hadn't been that subtle hiding the existence of Simon, especially in the last month. Still, it was a relief that the small doubt had been removed. She just hoped like fuck that John would respond to all her dominance conditioning and play his part, so that it was the perfect experience for her.
Thus it was, four seconds into this little tableau, that John spoke.
Chapter 4 Act I
"Lyn, I love you, how could you do this to me? I don't want this."
Lyn paused, savouring the moment. This allowed Simon to speak.
"You want I should gag this pathetic little premature ejaculator?"
"Oh yes please big boy."
As Simon gently removed his genitals from Lyn's grasp and went to get the pre-organised gag, Lyn gave a genuinely grateful kiss to the seated John. The kiss couldn't last long as her excitement had her gasping for more breath than she could take in through her nose, but it had feeling. She'd planned this moment in her dreams since well before she'd even met her husband. Now, it was all falling into place perfectly. If you could have frozen time and thrown a bucket of cold water over her she would admit that her one remaining fear was that she would orgasm to the point of exhaustion well before the five hours she'd allocated for this experience were over. She smiled again at that. It was a risk she just had to take. One thing was for sure, from experience, she knew that Simon had the staying power not to let her down.
John pretended to fight the gag being put on, thrashing his head from side to side. He wasn't pretending to feel humiliated. On many levels he was, but he couldn't let that spoil things for Lyn.
Lyn had many elements of Act 1 planned out. Into Act 2, she would go with the flow. As long as it contained many of the elements she'd dreamt about, it would be a fulfilling day.
That was why, when the gag was in place, she knelt down, grabbed a cock in each hand and started gently stroking. When she had them both fully interested, she looked at them both. Then she looked in John's eyes and saw the humiliation from the unequal comparison. She had to quickly think of something else. It was either that or cum there and then.
Lyn stood up and locked Simon into a passionate kiss. Another danger of her plan was that he wouldn't follow her script, but throw her to the bed and just take her in his lust. That wouldn't do at all. She was fully prepared to take his scrotum by the neck and squeeze to keep him in line. Eventually Simon broke the kiss, looked down at John's twitching, half-sized member and smiled as well. John closed his eyes in embarrassment.
He opened them when he heard noises from the bed. Lyn was lying there and Simon was attacking her breasts. It was a busy scene. Simon was sucking on one breast and massaging the second. With his free hand, he was keeping Lyn's right hand away from her pussy, where it was trying desperately to relieve the pressure. Lyn was also struggling to turn through 90 degrees, with Simon's weight on her, so she could see John and watch his pain. Within five minutes, everyone had achieved their goal.
Lyn noticed that John wore a neutral expression of his face. This upset her. He should be clear on his role here. How dare he spoil her fun? Meanwhile John was concentrating on trying to get his cock to de-erect. Pretending to be going along with it was one thing; having his little soldier betraying him was quite another.
Her anger gave Lyn the strength to push Simon onto his back. Then, arranging herself so she could look at John while doing it, she started running her tongue along Simon's member. John saw her looking at him and went into his thrashing around routine. He was rewarded with a smile. A few minutes later she glanced from his face to his cock which was twitching away uncontrollably. This brought a wider smile.
John was murderously angry with his own cock. He realised he was pussy whipped by Lyn. If he wasn't, then he would have objected more when she began cutting him off two months before. He never dreamed that he'd meet Simon and never imagined in his wildest nightmares that he would end up here. The
coup de grace
was his own cock telling him and the world that he was getting off on the sights and sounds in front of him. That was really humiliating. But he loved her. For her sake, he could take this. He dreamt of the sexual rewards she would shower on him after this day. A day that he knew in his heart of hearts could never be repeated. Sure he could never stop Lyn having sex with Simon, but he would never again let himself be put in such a powerless position.
The licking complete, Lyn progressed to a full-on blowjob. John knew from long experience that she was really good at this. She watched him as he watched her slowly engulf Simon's cock in her luscious mouth. She ran her tongue along the underside of it every time she slowly made the bulk of it disappear. She slapped Simon's chest with her free hand when he anticipated one of her down strokes and pushed his hips upward making her gag. She soon added a hand into the mix. Keeping the same pace she synchronised her hand and mouth movements. John's memory of being the recipient in the past, meant he could almost feel it. He smiled to himself. A vicarious blowjob. What a concept. The smile disappeared as he felt his own member twitch to full erection.
Lyn didn't miss the fleeting smile or the twitching. One upset her, the other excited her beyond imagining. The result of this conflict was her gradually increasing the pace. When John next saw her looking at his face, he thrashed against his bonds some more. He saw the gratitude in Lyn's glazed eyes. This was working out perfectly for her. He was still conflicted.
Simon's obvious pleasure lasted another five minutes. Just as Lyn's tempo reached its peak, so did Simon. With a loud groan and an upward thrust of his hips, which Lyn was expecting this time, he unloaded in her mouth. As Simon shuddered mightily, Lyn stared directly into John's eyes. Yes, this was all working perfectly. John thrashed around again but this time he was driven by his desire to get his cock to touch something, anything to get relief from his excitement. He missed Lyn's hand gently squeezing the tube on the underside of Simon's twitching cock. She'd learnt that by pressing on this tube, she could restrict the flow of semen. This had the effect of not only improving the male's recovery time but also reduced her chances of gagging as the member in question discharged directly into the back of her throat. The final act of Scene 1, was Lyn tipping her head back and making a big show of swallowing the mouthful and licking her lips.
