And it was so exciting and so amazing. They had been embracing this adventure for years and it never got boring or tedious. All four of them had elevated this incredible routine to a fine art. Every person knew their assigned part and played it well.
Peter was preoccupied, however, as he drove. He wondered at their frankly strange lifestyle. He loved Susan and he enjoyed watching her seduce and sleep with other men and women. He loved hearing her express her pleasure in front of him with other people. He particularly relished it when the male Susan enjoyed was younger, sexier and better in bed than Peter was.
It was all good. It was all exciting and innocent, but then Susan had come to her husband with her request and Peter did not know what to think of it and what to do about it.
Peter knew his friend Mark was wearing a cock cage. Peter knew Kate had padlocked him and was wearing the padlock key, on a chain, around her neck like a trophy. All four of them knew what Kate had done to Mark - the three others in the group, including Peter, made constant fun of Mark, ribbing him, and putting him down to his face. Kate in particular was quite vicious and relentless. Peter couldn't help himself sometimes - he enjoyed humiliating Mark as well.
Mark had been cut off. Kate had told him in no uncertain terms that his days of having sex with her were over. He could occasionally masturbate after seeking her approval and the cage would come off briefly, but there was no more intercourse for him. Peter thought it was outrageous when he first heard about it from Susan, but he bit his tongue. Kate was feeding her sex addiction with all of these people and her own husband was left untouched, locked up and burning with sexual frustration and desperation.
Now Susan was approaching her own husband and was asking him to wear a cage as well. It struck Peter as such a cruel request, given that Peter had no problems with her sleeping with hundreds of men in front of him. Why put him in chastity? Why stop him from masturbating when he might want to? Why deny him the pleasures of sex, when she was enjoying so much of it? She was inundated and she wanted to cut him off all together. Why was she allowed to gorge on it and he was left to starve and wither in frustration?
Peter didn't mention it in the car. He kept his hand on the wheel and drove safely. He couldn't help himself though: he kept looking at Kate in the rearview mirror. He kept fixing his eyes on the gleaming gold padlock key nestled there between Kate's tanned breasts. Kate noticed Peter staring at her key necklace. She didn't say anything. She softly stroked the key, her eyes on Peter's, a faint smile curling at the edges of her lips.
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The four of them entered the night club after an interminable wait at the door. It was like stepping into another world. Susan quickly descended the stairs into the sunken world of pounding dance music, silvery flashing fog and fleeting silhouettes. Kate followed her girlfriend down, her hand running lightly along the rail and her heels click clacking on the steps. The two husbands brought up the rear - their hearts beginning to pound.
Peter and Mark could sense the hyper-sexualized atmosphere as they emerged from the stairway at the bottom and entered the club. The two men could see heads turn as Kate and Susan passed by. The husbands noted how the conversations stopped and the expressions changed. They saw dozens of eyes lock onto the sexy form of their beautiful wives. Both husbands had erections. It was another thrilling Saturday night.
Susan arrived at the bar first. She carefully entered the gesticulating and swaying mob of young people, slowly making their way towards the front of the queue for drinks. Kate quickly joined her, coming up from behind and enclosing Susan in her arms. Both women scrutinized the dark faces and the dark bodies in the gloomy misty light. They were already searching for the right sort of male - black, young and hot. There was plenty of game to choose from.
Peter and Mark watched from a discrete distance. Their part in the drama was simple from this point onwards: the husbands had to vanish from sight into a dark corner somewhere, but be constantly on hand, if needed. The two men had to be ready to desert the club at any moment. The two men had to be ready to chauffer their sexy hot-wives and their selected male prey home at any moment.
Peter was the designated driver, so he would have to remain completely sober. Mark could have a couple of drinks, but he needed to have his wits about him, so a couple of drinks were his limit. The two men dropped back into a corner, but their eyes were fixed on Susan and Kate.
It was a waiting game for the husbands. Sometimes, Susan and Kate scored relatively quickly. The two women found the right guy after only 20 minutes, the crude proposition was put, the guy agreed and the party of five left the club instantly.
On most occasions, however, Susan and Kate took their time to slowly prowl the entire club, summing up and comparing the available prey, discussing the options with each other, talking to the vast numbers of sexy young men who approached them, dancing with the hot guys they liked most, accepting drinks and making out with the best prospects.
It all left Peter and Mark hot, breathless and bothered - it was an incredible and endlessly fascinating drama watching their beautiful delicious wives arrive at a club, set themselves up at the bar, be approached by streams of horny young men, take drinks and talk with all the guys.
And it got even more exciting as time passed away and Susan and Kate reached the point where they were trying to decide who the lucky young male would be. It made Peter's heart pound in his chest and his hard cock strain awkwardly in his pants. He never tired of Susan's games. He loved watching her make out with some young guy in a dark corner, or seated in a crowded booth, or while glued to a horny male on the dance floor.
And Mark loved watching Kate at it as well. Mark licked his dry lips and stared at his hot-wife. She was making out with young men. She was driving others crazy with her cock-teasing and denial. She was caressing dicks through pants, letting sexy young guys grab her. Mark's wife was taking males out to dance, gluing her body to theirs and subjecting them to the most exquisite sort of torment in plain view of her husband and everybody else on the dance floor.
Mark couldn't ever look away. He knew the telltale signs. The young guys would cling to her. Their eyes were soft and glassy and their jaws were dropping. Kate was rubbing her body against their hard tingling cocks. She was relentless. She liked looking up into their flushed features, while grinning at their alarmed expressions as they came in their pants, in her arms, on the dance floor. Watching a young male trembling and jumping up and down on the spot, while Kate laughed at them amazed Mark.
How many horny young males came like that? How many guys were finished off by Kate and Susan on the dance floor, or in some dark part of the club, or while standing locked in Kate and Susan's arms in a throng of oblivious young people?
And then there were those occasions when Mark and Peter watched as Susan or Kate disappeared inside the toilets with a guy in tow. How many hot blowjobs were given in the toilet cubicles behind closed doors? How many guys were fucked before the girls even left the club behind at the end of the night?
Tonight, however, was a new night - neither Peter nor Mark knew what was going to happen. They were sure, though that some hot young black guy was going to get it in the hot tub tonight.
Then it all happened, right in front of Peter and Mark's eyes.
Susan stood with her back to the bar. She sipped her drink and slowly ran her eyes over the young men around her. After a long moment, she turned to her friend Kate with a smile and yelled in her ear.
"Found anyone you want?"
"There are a couple of good prospects," Kate yelled back, not looking at Susan, staring at a young man.
Susan softly laughed. She looked in the direction of the guy Kate was staring at. He was definitely what they were looking for. He was in his early to mid twenties. He was black. He was tall and strong. He looked like he might be a sensitive shy type.
"Yes, okay - he looks like he'll do," Susan said, grinning.
"Absolutely - he's perfect."
Kate caught his eyes. He stopped talking to the eager young white woman in front of him. He turned his head and looked in Susan and Kate's direction. Susan grinned at him. Kate slowly ran the tip of her tongue around her glossy red lips. Kate then smiled at him and lifted her glass. She drank. Her eyes were still on him.
A look of anger and contempt passed across the young white woman's face. She had been interrupted. The good looking guy she was trying to talk to was now distracted. The young woman glared at Susan and Kate. She fumed - the guy wasn't paying her any more attention.
The young white woman furiously considered Susan and Kate: why did security let older women inside nightclubs? Shouldn't they be at home asleep? Shouldn't they be watching television? It was true that the two older women were beautiful, the young white woman admitted.
The young white woman knew this type of female. She had seen their sort before. They got all done up in their tight sexy dresses and their high heels. They had their perfect hair. They had their make up on. They never seemed to wear any underwear. They showed up at the clubs every weekend with hungry determined looks and then chased the young black males down, one by one. These hungry older females were the bane of the young white woman's existence - they were so confident and assertive. They were good looking and so blunt and so crude. They always picked up a black guy. They never left the club empty handed and alone. They always got laid.
The young white woman tried to get the young man's attention again by jumping up and down on the spot and waving her hands at him. He looked at her briefly. He was confused. He was caught in the headlights. He looked back at Susan and Kate. The young white woman raged. She turned and stormed off.
The young man was alone. The young man was standing in the middle of a swirling crowd of dark shapes by himself. The deafening music pounded in his ears. The good looking prey was isolated and vulnerable.
Susan made the first move. She stepped away from the bar and carefully pushed past a group of young people clustered around the service area. She felt a number of hands run over her hips and her ass as she brushed through the throng of dark silhouettes. She reached out and pinched and caressed a few cocks, but she ignored the young men who touched her and tried to talk to her.