“You know, your wife tells me every time she sees you staring at us.”
At the sound of Monica’s rich, seductive voice, I snapped back to attention. It was hard to say exactly how long I had been entranced by the sight of my wife, Jennifer, passionately riding Monica’s husband, Eric, on the couch nearby, but it felt all at once like a brief moment and an eternity. It was a hard sensation to explain, and, at the moment, I didn’t exactly have much time to explain it. Monica currently held my leash in her slender, tanned fingers, meaning she was in charge of doling out whatever punishment she saw fit, if I supplied an answer she found unsatisfactory.
“I was not aware of that, mistress,” I said sheepishly, barely able to raise my head to look away from my naked and bound body tethered in totality to the whims of the small woman whose husband was currently claiming my wife. As I spoke, Monica, turned her head purposefully away from the rhythmic thrusts of Eric’s long, veiny cock and looked directly at me with an inquisitive expression. It was a look I knew well, by this point: she was setting me up for one of the “impossible questions” she and Jennifer had gotten so good at crafting.
“I’m sorry, but did you think you were entitled to that information, or something, baby boy?” My body tensed and grew cold with a reflexive panic. Where Jen had long since learned exactly what buttons to push and strings to pull in order to totally subjugate my psyche, I was still a new specimen for Monica, and she was having a great deal of fun experimenting with my brain. I knew she was already concocting something nefarious for me, regardless of the next words out of my mouth; quite probably, it was something involving humiliating me in front of Jen and Eric.
“Fuck, baby!” Jen shouted in ecstasy as Eric’s calloused hands grabbed her hips and silently commanded her to take his 10-inch cock into her body with more force. For her part, Jen wasn’t resisting. Eric was tough, smart, focused, self-confident: all qualities which I lacked and which made Jen intensely aroused, whenever he and Monica came around. And knowing that I found both of her friends unbelievably attractive and that she got to lord that over me at all times simply sweetened the deal.
“You like it, baby?” Eric growled at Jen as she took his head in her hands.
“Yeah, baby… So good… so fucking good…” Jen breathlessly managed to whisper back, mouth agape from the quivering ecstasy running up and down her sexy, pale body.
“Excuse me!” Monica snapped, tugging harshly on my leash and bringing my focus back to reality. I tumbled to my knees, my face falling into the lacy stockings clinging to her sleekly muscled legs. Before I could do much else, she grabbed my chin with her index finger and directed my gaze toward hers. “You were asked a question, and I find it more than a bit disrespectful to be left waiting while you stare at my husband’s cock without my permission.”
“I- I’m sorry, mistress…” was all I could muster, to which Monica scoffed in disgust.
“Ugh,” she groaned, shoving my face away from her body. “Just forget it. You’re not even worth punishing, right now.” She looked back at the lovemaking before pointing at the ground silently. This gesture, of course, meant to go down on all fours and await further instruction, which I immediately did, allowing Monica to throw her feet up on my back.
“And don’t look up, or I will change my mind.”
Fair enough, I suppose. For now, it was enough to take in the sound of Jen’s passionate screams of pleasure mixed with the self-assured, dominant grunts and shouts of a man she really wanted to cum inside her. Monica, for her part, did not move, and did not say much, but, as I had come to learn, this was what it looked and sounded like when Monica was deeply invested in something so sensual. It was almost like a form of self-torture, in which she would save the severity of her passion for whenever she got her turn to fuck, at which point, the intensity she brought would make lesser men like myself absolutely weak at the knees.
“She really does tell me though, you know,” Monica continued after a moment. “She’s a smart one. Sharp. Always has been. Shame that she had to use that perceptiveness to notice when her husband was about to cream his jeans looking at her friends. First it was just in passing, then it almost became a ritual, then it got creepy, but now, I think we all just get off on watching you squirm.”
She pulled out her phone. “I got six texts from her during dinner tonight, alone, you know. Want me to read my favorite?” She tugged on my leash a bit.
“Would that please you, mistress?” I responded dutifully.
“Hmm… an excellent question, and one that I approve of, for once.” Score. “As a matter of fact, I like that so much, I’m going to let you read it out loud for us.” At this she casually passed the phone down to me as I remained prone and unfocused on the ground. I read, as instructed, a text sent around the time I had finished serving dinner, earlier. At the top of the screen, I could make out that Jen had actually sent the message to Monica and Eric. The notion that Jen had passed total control of her sissy husband to both of them caused my cock to stiffen and my nipples to harden, particularly as I realized that it more or less cemented Eric’s total dominance over me (a fact which he also no doubt appreciated as he gave Jennifer orgasm after trembling orgasm in full view of me).
“I think Colin is-” I began, but Monica interrupted by tugging on my collar.
“Ah ah ah,” she cautioned, almost strangling me with a pull of my leash. “Louder, please. So the room can hear it. We have a couple fucking in here, after all.”
I swallowed and tried again, louder. “I think Colin is-”
“Louder!” shouted Eric forcefully.
“Oh, God, Eric!” Jen exclaimed, her screams becoming something primal. I realized then that they were only paying the barest attention to me, but, having already silently read the text to myself, by this point, the confluence of intensely titillating ideas caused my dick to become almost painfully erect and bright red. I composed myself and continued, attempting to be loud enough to drown out the sounds of hardcore fucking.
“I think Colin is going to ask to swallow Eric’s cum, soon, the way he keeps looking at his bulge. ;)”
I can’t exactly say they were too far off the mark, there.
Monica mock gasped and gave a condescending clap. “My goodness, you are a little freak, aren’t you? About time you started showing some respect to the new man of the house, baby boy.”
Baby boy… I don’t know how they knew that were turn my brain to sexually-electrified mush, but god damn if it didn’t work every time. All three of them knew it excited me as much as it demeaned me, though, and knew it was a good disarming technique, if they wanted me to fuck up an answer.
“Hey, babe!” Monica called out to Eric. “What’s a little sissy slut like this got to do to earn the pleasure of you emptying a fat one in his mouth?”
Jen interrupted as directly as possible through her ecstasy. “Maybe we talk about that once it’s running down my legs, huh? I’m betting there will be plenty-” (I couldn’t see what she did here, but I could hear that Eric deeply enjoyed it) “-to go around. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yeah, baby,” Eric said, “Been saving it all week for you.”
“Yeah?” Jen moaned, “You gonna cum inside me?”
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Eric continued, his manly growls sending chills down my whole body.
“Mmm… yeah…” Jen answered, “I want it all, baby. I want him to watch you do it. I want him to beg you to do it.”
They continued this lascivious and pointed exchange as Monica reasserted herself as the current focal point of my world. “We’ll just give the lovebirds some privacy, yeah?” she half-chuckled, half-moaned. “And, anyways. I want to know more about what’s going on in that fucked up little brain of yours every time you’re undressing your wife’s friends with your eyes.”
“I just find you incredibly attractive, mistress,” I said directly into the hardwood floor. It was the truth, but the moment I said it, I knew I had fucked up.
“More attractive than Jennifer?”
Well… fuck. There went all that momentum.
Truth be told, it really didn’t matter to them which one I found most attractive. I could have easily said I found Eric the most attractive. All that mattered was that I picked one of the three of them, and I was 100% required to choose, in this moment.
“Mmm…” moaned Jennifer, suddenly taking interest in our conversation over the feeling of Eric’s dick relentlessly burying itself inside her. She slowly calmed herself, and I could hear her begin to kiss Eric almost romantically.
“What’s up, baby?” Eric said smoothly to her. “Too much?”
“Mmm… no way,” she cooed through some more passionate kisses. “Never. But I would love to hear what our little slave has to say about this.”
“Hmm… You mean which of you he finds most attractive?”
“Oh, yes,” Jen continued. “It’ll certainly go a long way toward deciding what to do with him, tonight.”
“I have a few thoughts, myself,” Monica chuckled, placing the heel of her stiletto on the back of my head and slowly pushing it into the ground. “Hey, he may even decide it’s you, babe.”
“Doesn’t really matter much, to me,” Eric answered. Though I still couldn’t see much of what was happening, I could hear Jennifer begin making the very specific moans she lets out when her nipples are being stimulated. “You’re both my women, now, and I’d really-” Jen let out a small cry.
“Really-“, another, louder yelp.
“Like it if the walking fuck toy wouldn’t interrupt me again when I’m in the middle of pleasuring my women.” There was another loud exchange of rich, passionate kisses which all but spelled out the couple’s distinct and pressing desire to returning to the business of painting my wife’s cervix with another man’s thick, virile semen.
At this, Monica used her foot to raise my chin up to meet everyone’s gaze again. Jen now sat expectantly on Eric’s lap, his hand as far up her long, gorgeous pale legs as it was possible to go. One of her freshly-manicured hands played dutifully with Eric’s nipple, while the other longingly and aggressively caressed the head of his cock, refusing to let it go limp even for a moment. It was clear that they were not appreciative of their lovemaking being interrupted, and I would likely receive additional punishment, as a result, regardless of what I said next.
“So? You were asked a question, baby boy,” Monica said pointedly. “Choose wisely.”
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