Sabrina’s Chastity Belt
By Ernest Winchester
Copyright 2011 By Ernest Winchester
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I leaned forward slightly to better see myself in the vanity mirror as I applied the black makeup to my eyes. ‘Go lightly, Sabrina,’ I reminded myself again as I had a minute earlier as I applied the brush to my eyelashes. The pencil created a thin line along my lower eyelid. I knew that certain actions before the night was over would probably cause my eyes to water greatly and I didn’t want to look like a raccoon when the mascara was flushed out, though it wouldn’t be the first time. Deep throating a man can do that. My tongue came out reflexively as I imagined the taste of cock it undoubtedly would be enjoying. But the question was, whose cock would it be? Of the four men who would be attending the soirée only three were possible as my evening’s consort. The hard rule was, no woman was to go home with her own husband, why else would we call it a mate swapping party?
I had vehemently rejected calling it wife swapping as demeaning to the women. We needed to be on equal footing with the men. My husband would be enjoying sex with one of the other three women tonight, though if I were paired off and whisked away early, I might not know for days which one. It didn’t happen often but when it did, my husband, Bert, might not tell me for days after just to tease me. But that was okay; I had my way of teasing him as well, suggesting that my evening’s paramour might have a special talent of which he was ignorant. It was all in fun.
But tonight I had a surprise for everyone at the event, even my husband. He knew that something was afoot, or should I say a-pussy, for laying on the vanity top was one of two new garments that I had recently ordered, and I had firmly told him that he wasn’t to come into the bedroom until I was finished dressing. I had laid out his clothes in the spare bedroom earlier and told him if he needed anything else, he would have to wait until we were ready to leave before he could come into the master bedroom to get it. So he hadn’t a clue what I was planning.
I had previously enjoyed sex with each of the other three men over the course of the six months that the ‘club’ had been meeting monthly, so there was no reason to favor one over the others though they were each unique. The actual dates would sometime be shifted to avoid the other monthlies that we women were cursed with. I did have a little hesitation back when the group was forming when I found out that Jack wasn’t circumcised. But his wife, Judy, assured the other wives that he was very cautious with cleaning himself down there and that wouldn’t be a problem. Also, Jack was at least ten years older than any of the other men in the group. That had been discussed too, as the women formed the club, carefully selecting the wedded pairs that would be joining. But he proved as robust a lover as any of the other men and none of the wives who sampled him had any complaints.
The discussions to form the club had started with demure teasing ‘what ifs’ over coffee and bunt cakes and proceeded with coy discussions to formulate the plans. What if a woman could have sex with, oh say, Sam, and his wife Betty didn’t care so long as she could have sex with the woman’s husband. Just switch beds for a night. No one hurt, no one the wiser. Just a little good clean fun. Varity—the spice of life, right? Isn’t that what they say?
Several pairs had been rejected before the final four husbands and wives had been agreed upon. But imagine, being one of the original women and voted out before the final selection was made. Oh, that would hurt.
With my face passing inspection, I picked up the small bottle of perfume, removed the applicator and dipped the glass rod between my breasts, wiped it across my wrists and behind my ears. I looked down to again admire my cleavage, content with the new strapless pushup bra that I had recently bought. ‘Seductive, comfort customized lift strapless bra,’ the catalogue had read. For the price, it had better be all of those. I loved to put my best assents forward and this bra certainly accomplished that. With the matching tube top that I planned to wear with it, I knew that I would turn heads. While the men usually dressed conservatively, at least three of the women went all out—within bounds—to make each man who wasn’t paired with her regret kismet’s choice.
The matching process varied from selecting house keys from a bowl, to a childish game of spin the bottle. Which actually had been fun, and quick. The men had drawn slips of paper from a bowl to decide the order of play and my husband, Bert, had the honor of spinning the bottle first. The other three wives squatted on the floor filling the quadrants as Bert placed the bottle in the center and spun it. Everyone laughed when the bottle stopped, pointing at him.
“I guess you’ll have to go home by yourself and jack off all night,” Betty had said, causing more laughter.
The second spin left the bottle pointing at Helen, so she spent that night with him. Only a second man’s bottle spinning was necessary to complete the selection process. George and Judy were the odd couple remaining. I remembered the dirty grin on George’s face. He was happy.
But what I was about to put on would be the hit of the evening, I was certain. I lifted the article and eyed it before rising from the chair. I had put a folded towel on the seat before placing my bare ass down, knowing that the anticipation of the evening’s play would get me wet and I was right to do so as the towel was quite damp where my pussy had been. I folded the towel again and replaced it on the seat in a manner that would make it align with my cunt as a sanitary napkin might. Next I placed the black leather on top of the towel with the broader end forward and the straps open across the back of the chair. The chains were spread out from the ring attached to the broad end. I turned and sat on that end, carefully aligning my slit along the forward length of it, then pulled the two smaller straps around to thread the chain through smaller rings at each end of those. I stood and pulled the chains tighter while spreading my ass cheeks so the thinner length of the leather strap would form itself sung into my crack. Not the most comfortable thong I’ve ever worn, so I had to sympathize with the royal ladies of old who wore a metal one for years while their husbands went off to fight the ancient wars.
I picked up the padlock, being careful not to let it close, for I didn’t have either of the keys that went to it. They were at the host’s house where the party was to be held, waiting for the man to select them and take me home with him to unlock my precious jewels. Of course, if it should be Sam, the co-host, then I would be sitting around until all the matches were made and one husband would take his wife out for a night of debauched pleasure at that man’s house. I had helped Betty prepare the lottery method so that the selection process would proceed quickly once I had presented my planned exhibition. The realigned pairs would be free to leave shortly after that.
I felt around the straps and chains, wanting to be sure that the belt was secure and not likely to fall out from under my skirt while walking across Betty’s living room. Just to be sure, I inhaled and cinched the chain another link tighter before slipping the curved bar through the two links that would lock me into the contraception until I was freed by—yes, who would the lucky man be?
A moment’s hesitation, and then I squeezed the lock closed. There, fastened, locked in, helpless until freed. I wiggled my ass and squatted slightly to test the snugness. If it was loose, I was screwed. But it seemed secure and I leaned down to inspect the leather strap tightly covering my pussy lips. They were shaved—all of the women in the club shaved their pussies. It just seemed the only way to present ourselves to the men. I tested the fit by pulling the leather a little to one side of my vagina while tugging my labia in the opposite direction. I could barely see my vagina. If the maiden and some thieving knave were determined to make a cuckold of the king or knight errant then I guessed it could be done. But I was sure the knave would pay with a serious chafing to his manhood. And what if the king should return, filled with suspicion, and inspected all the cocks of the castle? The knave would lose both of his heads.
A quick inspection in the mirror and I was certain that the belt would shock them all. All except Betty of course for I had to take her into my confidence to handle the keys, though she hadn’t seen the belt and only knew of it from my description, which I kept meager. Those keys were sealed inside a small envelope of which there were four, bubble wrapped, so that one couldn’t easily squeeze it to feel the keys. To make the pairings completely fair, only three would be placed into a bowl, one certain to contain the keys and the other two containing names of two of the wives. The man who chose the envelope with the keys would have me. After he was chosen, a fourth envelope would be put in the bowl and the three remaining men would draw to discover their playmate for the night.
I opened a dresser drawer and removed a bright yellow tube top and pulled it over my head and down over my breasts, tugging it down enough to uncover all of my large breasts that were bulging out of the bra. Next I withdrew a very short mini skirt and wormed it up my legs until it covered my hips, pulled up the zipper and ran my hands down my ass to remove any wrinkles. I double-checked in the mirror to see that the chastity belt was not showing from under the hem of the skirt. It rode far too high for that. I was ready.
Stepping out into the hall, I looked into the spare bedroom to see Bert pulling on his cardigan sweater. I stepped into the doorway and held still as he ogled me keenly.
“Damn, I just might keep you home. You look too sexy for any of those bastards.”
I ignored his comment, though I liked it.
“Is that a new skirt?”
“No.”
“So what is new then?”
I chuckled as I turned to walk down the hall. “You’ll see later,” I said over my shoulder. The high heels that I had slipped on were making my ass sway seductively, with a little extra roll of my hips for effect, and I knew without looking back that my husband’s eyes were locked as tight on my ass as the padlock was under my skirt.
The small case that I had packed earlier was on the kitchen table and I grabbed it on the way out to the garage. As I slid into the car’s passenger seat, the leather strap pinched a chunk of pussy flesh against the leather car upholstery. “Ouch.” I had tried the belt on when it had arrived days earlier, but I hadn’t worn it very long nor sat at length wearing it. I’d be glad to get to the house of one of the men and be able to take it off. After I gave a good show with it, of course.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. I just bumped my head.”
Bert kept looking over at me as we drove along. I knew he was wondering what was new and it was bugging him something awful. I just smiled.
*
As we approached Sam and Betty’s house, I looked to see how many of the club member’s cars were parked in their driveway or along the curb. I saw only one, Helen and George’s sedan. That meant that Jack and Judy would be the last to arrive. Judy always liked to appear late, making a grand entrance, usually wearing something outlandishly sexy. ‘Well, we’ll see who steals the show tonight,’ I thought.
After Bert parked by the curb, I carefully lifted my ass to slide out of the car to prevent another pinch from the chastity belt. Before ringing the doorbell, I gave Bert a heated kiss. His lips and tongue would be all over one of the other women later and I wanted him to have a reminder of whom he really loved. The passion of his return kiss confirmed all I needed to know.
“Hi, Bert and Sabrina, come in, come in.” Sam greeted us warmly at the door. His wife Betty was right behind him and stepped forward to greet Bert with an open mouth kiss just as Sam had welcomed me. Sam grasped my hand as Betty did Bert and ushered us into the living room. “Helen and George are already here,” Betty said, waving her free hand toward the other couple who were in the far end of the room, drinks in hand.
“Yes, we saw their car in the driveway.”
We crossed the room and greeted the other couple with warm kisses. After six months, gone was the initial hesitation and awkwardness. We were by then a very congenial bunch and the men greeted one another with enthusiastic handshakes.
“Drinks?” Sam was a perfect host.
With a glass of white wine in my hand, Betty invited me into the kitchen to checkout the spread of eats on the table. At least that was what she wanted the husbands and Helen to overhear. “So, do you have it on?”
“Sure.”
“Can I see?” She glanced toward the door to the room where everyone else was.
“No. You can wait just like the men. Besides, this skirt is too tight to pull up. Is everything ready.”
“Yes.” She stepped back to get a full look at my outfit. “Damn that’s sexy. Some man is going to be very lucky tonight.”
“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Betty was wearing a blouse of very shear material and quite obviously no bra. Though her breasts were much smaller than mine, there was no ignoring the twin peaks very visible at her chest. Her dark nipples were extremely hard. The yellow spandex slacks she wore looked as if they were painted on, with a very thin coating of paint, and her pussy was especially evident in the puffy camel toes of her labia. I knew she wasn’t wearing panties.
“It’ll be a lucky man that gets you, too.”
“Oh, I think they all are—except whom ever gets...” she made a nod in the direction of the other room. I knew what she meant.
Betty took a sip of her drink and looked deep into my eyes. Down right seductive, the look was.
“You better save that look for the men.”
“There’s plenty to go around.” Then suddenly dropping the look she said, “Speaking of plenty to go around, Judy called me earlier this week.”
“Let me guess, she still wants to put the idea to the men of forming some threesomes. I swear I don’t think she’d be happy unless she had all four men at the same time. Although that does sound intriguing. But then what would the remaining three of us do?”
“I believe we could think of something.”
Betty reached out and slowly scrapped the tips of her acrylic nails across the exposed bulges of my breast. That produced an immediately intense sensation, causing my nipples to become as hard as hers looked.
Then the doorbell rang.
“Well, speaking of the devil. I must greet my guests.”
I followed Betty back into the living room but instead of walking to the door, I went to chat with Helen.
Helen was the only woman among us who did not try to look especially sexy for the parties. Though she had an hourglass figure, it was overloaded more toward the bottom than the top. The jeans she was wearing were so tight I had to wonder how long it took her to squeeze into them, and just how broad her ass was when they came off. Did the men who drew her in the lottery for a night feel disappointed? It was one of the rules that spouses didn’t talk about their evenings with the substitute lovers and Bert and I usually abided by that decree. He had fucked her, I knew, but I had no idea how much he may have enjoyed her. But then, looks can be deceiving. Who knew what went on behind bedroom doors?
As Helen and I exchanged idle chatter, she looked up and muttered, “Oh my god.”
I turned to see what Helen was gasping at. Judy was coming toward us wearing a sleeveless green top to compliment her short-cropped red hair, but it was what was missing that drew the remark. Two holes were in the chest, properly placed to allow her breast to protrude through, and she was wearing no bra. Her left nipple was pierced and a small bar adorned it. Her right nipple was erect as if someone had just tweaked it.
“Judy! Where did you get that?” I asked.
“You like?” She raised her arms and shook her chest causing the exposed half breasts to jiggle. “Nice, yeah?”
“Yeah!” Maybe my chastity belt won’t be the hit of the evening. “Did you come in like that?”
“No. I had a light shawl around my neck, draped down.”
“Okay everyone,” Betty interrupted, “food’s in the kitchen. Everybody help yourselves. I’m not waiting on anyone—not till later tonight.” She added with a giggle.
“Oh good. I’m starving,” Judy said, and turned to go into the kitchen.
I glanced down to watch her petite ass move as she walked. The short shorts she wore were very short indeed, and creamy little pillows of white ass cheeks dropped out methodically, pulsing with the rhythm of her steps. I had to admit, she was sexy.
The meals served at the parties were light. No one wanted to get overly full to spoil what was to come. The participants munched and mingled for the hour leading up to the lottery. Generally, anyone’s spouse was fair game for anyone else’s to the extent of teasing banter up to kissing or limited fondling. Flirting was the main course of the hour.
Judy was a hit with her exposed nipples and though no one yet knew whom he or she would be bedding down with later, she had the eyes of all of the men. I saw George once reach out and pinch one and Judy playfully slapped his hand. Even my Bret couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off and I knew he wanted very much to follow George’s lead. I wasn’t jealous; if anything I was hoping he might get lucky and draw her name for the night. I knew my husband could have a good time with her, should he be so lucky.
But one of the rules was, everyone was to act cordially while mixing during the early hour. Jack didn’t seem to mind that his wife was the center of attention. He was always a perfect gentleman and I wondered if it was his age or just his character. I knew from experience, that he was a real powerhouse in bed and I had to admit I wouldn’t mind at all if providence again put us together for the night.
The chatter continued until the tall grandfather clock against one wall began chiming. All were suddenly quiet as we mentally counted the chimes to nine. As the ninth bell echoed everyone looked around, grinning, wondering who would be his or her bedmate for the night.
As hostess, it was Betty’s responsibility to conduct the selection process. The last time we had been her guests, she had approached the group with a soda bottle in hand. But tonight her hands were empty.
“Okay everyone, tonight we have a little extra entertainment to start things off. If the men would clear the coffee table and be seated on the couch, we can begin.” The men quickly removed the plates and drinks from the low table and seated themselves. The four were a tight fit but as they snuggled in they were smiling expectantly. Once before a dancer on that piece of furniture had entertained them as Judy had peeled her clothing for their delight. But if they were hoping for a repeat, they were disappointed when she moved behind her husband and slid her hands around his neck and into the open front of his shirt. His eyes briefly closed when her hands reached his chest.
Betty reached below the table and pulled out a rubber mat, the type put in bathtubs to prevent slipping, and placed it over the top. She stepped back to make it clear that she wasn’t the one to climb atop. I waited for several seconds to let anticipation build in the men, before I advanced.
Three of the men broke out in applause. Only my husband sat, dumbfounded as I gingerly stepped upon the table with a little assistance from two of the men. George leaned forward, trying to peek under my skirt, but I wagged a finger at him. He turned to look at Bert who was right next to him, but Bert only shrugged and raised his hands, palm up, as a show of ignorance. Betty turned on a CD player, and as the music drifted out, I began slowly gyrating to the gentle rhythm. Gypsy Rose Lee I’m not, but the men didn’t seem to care as I deliberately swung my hips and squeezed my breasts to push them farther out of my top. I turned my back to the men and bent at the waist. With my legs together, I knew that little of the leather strap would show and if it did, they would easily mistake it for a thong. After swinging my ass at them for a few seconds, I turned back to face them. Hooking my thumbs into the tube top, I smoothly pulled it down until it was bunched about my belly where it partially hid a roll of fat that had formed there over the last few years. I reached behind my back as if I was about to unhook my bra, but paused and stared at each in turn as if I was taking a vote. They all nodded, even my husband who probably thought the new bra and the striptease was my surprise. I undid the clasp and brought the bra in front of me as my large boobs sagged a bit in relief with the uplift bra no longer supporting them.
I held the bra out by one strap and began swirling it as I swung my breasts in unison. They swayed back and forth as I again went down the line, making ardent eye contact with each man, reveling in the intense reaction I was getting. Jack’s eyes were partially closed in perceptible lust and I noticed his wife’s hands inside his shirt seemingly playing with his nipples. Then I went back up the line, only this time I stared intently at each man’s crotch. Each had a swelling there and when I got to George, he grabbed his cock and shook it at me in invitation. He then turned to Bert and said, “That’s one damn sexy wife you’ve got there pal.”
“Yes, I know.”
I dropped the bra and moved my fingers to the button and zipper at my hip. ‘Okay guys, here it comes,’ I thought.
Teasingly, I unhooked the button and very slowly lowered the zipper. Pulling the skirt’s waist loose and putting my legs together, I allowed it to fall.
The men’s eyes bugged and mouths fell open. “Oh wow!” More that one said, and I saw Judy’s mouth form the same word. Even Helen moved closer to get a better look. Betty had moved behind the couch to get her view and she stood transfixed, smiling at me.
“Oh woe is me!” I said, as I grabbed the lock and shook it as if it was a metal cock. “I am so horny, but my evil swain has locked away my precious jewels and now no one can get at them without the key. But where is the key?” I brought my hands forward in a pleading gesture.
George again turned to face Bert. But Bert once more raised his hands in puzzlement. “I’ve never seen this before.”
“You don’t have the key?” George didn’t seem to believe Bert’s negative head shake. “You didn’t put this on her?”
“No! She dressed in the bedroom and wouldn’t let me in. I tell you, I’ve never seen it before.”
“So none of you has my key?” I moved down the line, imploring each man in turn.
“Oh, Betty, what am I going to do?” I formed as sad a face as I could manage.
“Well, maybe I could help.”
Everyone turned to watch Betty as she strode into the kitchen, the men no doubt watching her delightful little ass move. Returning with a salad bowl she removed three envelopes from the bowl, holding them up to everyone’s view. “I’m not sure but maybe, just maybe, the key is in one of these.” She dropped the envelopes back into the bowl before handing it to me.
“Oh, I can only hope,” I said, as melodramatically as I could, with my wrist against my forehead and my head tipped back. I heard several laughs.
Turning back to three of the men on the couch, I addressed them. “Sam, Jack, George, reach over the edge of the bowl and pull out an envelope. Don’t squeeze it, only pick it up by the edges.”
The three men held the envelopes gingerly, an expectant look on each face.
“Okay, bend the envelopes. Only one should not bend. Whoever has the key gets to unlock me, sometime tonight.”
Eagerly the men flexed the envelopes.
“Oh my, I think the god Eros is smiling on me tonight,” George said, holding up his prize.
“Let me check. I’d hate to get to your house and find out it’s not the one with the key.”
“Oh that’s okay, you’d look just fine laid out on my workbench with my hacksaw working at your pussy.”
“Very funny. Okay you other two put the envelopes back in the bowl and I’ll add the one that Betty is holding so you three can now draw. So how do we want to do this if Sam and Jack draw their own wives, do we want to put them back and redraw or just let them swap?”
“Swap, swap.”
“Yeah, swap, I’m horny and want to get fucked by someone.” This last comment was from Helen. She had not wandered far from the liquor cabinet during the evening and I was afraid some man was going to be fucking a drunk. Not always a bad thing, though, before she passed out.
The three men drew out the envelopes. Each contained a small slip of paper with a woman’s name. Bert was the first to tear his open. “Betty! Wonderful. She feeds me, and now she’s going to fuck me.”
Betty rushed over to Bert’s end of the couch and leaned over to give him a hot kiss, then straightened to give me a big smile and thumbs up. I couldn’t ask for a better match. Though I’m sure he’d have liked Judy just as well.
Jack slowly drew out his lucky ticket but he knew that either way he was paired with Helen. Judy leaned over to read it at the same time. “Helen.”
For Sam, at the opposite end of the couch from Bert, reading his was a formality. He would stay home and entertain Judy all night. Judy leaned over and gave her new man a kiss before turning to kiss her husband.
“Hey, get your hands out of my man’s shirt.” Helen squatted down at Jack’s feet, ran her hands up his thighs and grabbed his crotch. “Come on lover, let’s go home and get to it.”
“Don’t you at least want to give your husband a kiss goodbye?”
Helen looked up at George who was still holding the envelope he’d reclaimed. “Oh, he’s going to be kissing her all night. He doesn’t need mine.”
I glanced away to avoid looking into George’s eyes. I hoped it was only the liquor talking.
“My Juliet beacons.” Jack rose and was virtually dragged to the door. He managed a parting kiss from Judy, who gave him the customary parting words, “Have fun.”
“Someone help me down, I’m tired of standing up here.”
Both Bert and George stood to assist me from the coffee table.
“Well, shall we hit the road too?” George held onto my hand after I had stepped down.
“Could I at least get dressed first?”
“Why? I think you look just fine.” He held my hand high and spun me slowly, intently viewing my nearly naked body.
I pulled on the mini skirt and tugged the tube top back up, not bothering with the bra. I tucked it into my case that contained a toothbrush, tube of toothpaste and a few other toiletries along with two pair of clean panties. That was an inspired forethought. I could use Helen’s husband but not her panties.
The four of us then departing the house left at the same time. Though Betty was to spend the night at my house, in my bed, with my husband, she was still the co-host and felt compelled to be one of the last to leave. She kissed Sam goodbye, telling him to have a good time. Bert and I kissed just outside the door, wishing one another the same and he and Betty departed, waving goodbye to Sam and Judy standing in the doorway. Judy was very visible in the porch light, her breasts poking out for anyone to see.
*
George pulled into his garage and pressed the door controller on the visor before shutting off the engine. I waited for the noisy garage door to close before I stepped out of the car. No sense risking a passerby noticing that I wasn’t George’s wife. An enclosed garage was one of the considerations the originators of the club selected, allowing couples to enter and exit with less exposure to neighbors.
George paused once we were in the kitchen, to grab my hand and pull me to him, rather brusquely I thought. I rightly assumed he wanted a kiss to start the evening. The kiss lingered and passed into the tongue tangling stage. George was the first to end it. “I’m going to break out some ice, go on in and make yourself comfortable on the couch.”
I went in and sat, but I wasn’t going to be comfortable until I could get that damn thing out of my crotch. I again had great sympathy for the medieval maidens who might have worn harsh metal devices for years.
George entered carrying an ice bucket and placed it on his bar. “Sabrina? Mixed drink?”
“No thanks, maybe a glass of ice water.”
“Sure thing.”
He brought the glass along with his whisky and soda and placed them on the coffee table as he plopped himself down next to me on the couch.
“Okay, now the key,” I said, after taking a sip of water.
“What’s the hurry? That thing is so sexy. I want to see you walking around in it for a while.”
“I’m glad you like it, but only for a little while.”
I started to stand so I could remove my skirt, but George hooked his arm around me and pulled me in for another kiss. I hesitated for a second, then began returning the lip lock as it grew in intensity. When his lips left mine, they moved down my neck and began nuzzling along the expanse of my chest.
“I thought you wanted me to show off the chastity belt?”
“No hurry. We’ve got all night.”
“I tell you right now, I’m not wearing this thing all night. Besides don’t you want to the goodies locked inside?”
George might have answered, but by then he had pulled down one side of my tube top and had his tongue sliding across my flesh toward the nipple. While he sucked that nipple into his mouth, his fingers moved over and pushed the tube top off the other breast. His hand cupped, then squeezed, the ample flesh before his finger and thumb tweaked that nipple. I recalled him teasing Judy’s nipple at the party. I moaned as a blissful feeling radiated out from my breasts and renewed the wetness that I had been producing under the leather strap ever since I had put it on.
George spent several more minutes making my nipples almost painfully hard before setting up to look me in the eye. He looked horny, really horny. “God, I love your nice big tits.” I could have mentioned that, as far as I could tell, his wife’s were more than ample, but I honored the prohibition against discussing spouses.
I moved my hand to his crotch to confirm his eager look. The lump I felt there confirmed the look. I recalled his cock from the last time I had spent the night with him. It wasn’t overly long, but was thick, especially at the base and I recalled how hard it had been for me to suck him off. It was too wide to fit completely into my mouth and he had to be content ejaculating with the head no deeper than the back of my tongue. Still that had made me gag and my eyes had watered. Unfortunately, that gave me more of his juice to taste than I would have liked, for he was more acerbic than any of the other men. I had to assume he was a heavy meat eater.
My hands moved to his belt and began undoing it. No use forestalling the inevitable. When the club was being formed, each woman affirmed that she was an enthusiastic cocksucker and cum eater. With his belt loose and zipper down, I pulled out his very erect cock and played with it for a while. It quickly produced a drop of pre-cum, which I smeared around the large head making it very shinny. Pumping it brought out an even larger drop and I lowered my head to suck it into my mouth. It was milder than I recalled his cum being, but from my experience, that was rather common among men.
As I slid my mouth up and down his cock, he moaned and his right hand dropped to the couch but his left continued squeezing my breasts so I knew that he had not passed out from the drinks he had consumed during the evening. I doubt that he could keep up with his wife in that regard.
I sat back up. “Why don’t we get naked before we go any further?”
“Sounds good.”
We both stood and were quickly out of our clothes—except for my chastity belt, of course. He sat back on the couch with his eyes firmly locked on my adornment and a lascivious smile on his lips. Knowing he fully expected a show, I began walking around in front of him.
“Heels, baby, heels.” He said.
I slipped my shoes back on and continued strutting for his pleasure.
“Okay that should be enough, so now the key.”
He shrugged as Bert had done, giving the impression that he didn’t know where they were. Giving him an exasperated look, I picked up his pants and quickly checked the pockets. House and car keys, change and wadded up handkerchief, billfold which I removed to open—but no envelope. “So what did you do with them?”
“Must have lost them. I guess it’s down to the workbench.” He was leaning back on the couch with his smile growing wider.
“No way in hell—wait a minute. You stayed in the kitchen when we got here. They’re in there, aren’t they? Come on. I need this unlocked.”
“Why?” It doesn’t look all that bad. Hell, it’s smaller than a thong.”
“It’s not what you can see, it’s the strap against my pussy and up the crack of my ass.”
“Turn around and let me see.”
When I complied, he seemed more content to run his hands over the cheeks of my ass than checking out the belt. “You’ve got such a beautiful little ass.” Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me backward toward the couch. “Bend over.”
From that position, he continued caressing my ass before spreading the cheeks wide. Then he placed his thumbs to either side of the leather strap right by my anus.
“What are you doing there? That spot is getting a little chafed.”
“I’m checking to see if this would protect the virtue of your ass as well at your pussy.”
“Yes, I think it would, not that it would matter. I’ve never had a cock in there and never would.” Talking over my shoulder as he inspected my ass reminded me of a doctor’s visit.
“Well, don’t be so sure. Maybe before the night is over we could try it.”
“George! You’re forgetting one of the main rules of the club. Only consensual sex, and I would not consent to that.”
“We might bargain here a little. If you consent to that, then it counts.”
“What the hell are you getting at?”
“You don’t know where the keys are, just like a hour ago, so if I’m nice and hunt them down, you should agree to what I want in return.”
“You’re not going to fuck my ass!”
“I guess you’ll have to stay in this thing until you go home tomorrow. It’s a shame though. I really would like to fuck all of your holes tonight.”
I pushed away from him and ran into the kitchen. I heard him call out as I left the living room.
“Hey babe, the faster you move, the better that fuckable little ass looks.”
I glanced about the kitchen, looking around the counters. It wasn’t in plain sight. He obviously would have hidden it somewhere. I recalled that he had gotten ice from the freezer so I opened the top section and peered in among the ice cube trays and frozen food packages. After thirty seconds of that, the cold air spilling out and down my naked body forced me to close it. Next I jerked open all of the drawers in the cabinets. Nothing.
I yanked off the top of the trash canister. Laughing, I picked up the envelope that was lying on top of the trash. But the laugh ended quickly when I noticed that the envelope had been torn open and was empty.
“Keys that small are going to be harder to find than the envelope.”
I turned to see George leaning against the doorframe.
“George, you can’t do this. It’s…it’s…extortion or blackmail or something.”
“Oh, honey. Such terms. But if you insist, I could call the police and have them investigate. Maybe they should check your house, then Sam’s. I’m sure they’d be interested in all that’s going on.”
I forced myself to calm down. Could it be any worse that a bout of constipation? A really hard bowel movement? I’ve survived my share of those. But if I were ever to do that, I would want it to be with my husband, not to have this jerk be the one to take my anal cherry.
“Come here babe. We need to take things one step at a time. Just a few minutes ago you were on the verge of draining my cock and you certainly seemed eager to get my cum. So why don’t you finish that little task and then we can discuss the other matters.”
He took me by the hand and led me back into the living room, stretched out on the couch just as he had been before and pulled me down beside him. I leaned down but had lost the eagerness I had such a short time before. His cock had lost much of its erection as well, but it didn’t take long before I had it hard again. His hands were on the back of my head as I brought him to the brink and when he exploded in my mouth, he pulled me down to force his cock back into my throat deeper than before. I gagged and nearly vomited; my eyes were watering as I pushed myself back when he released his grip in my hair. Most of his bitter cum slid through my lips to coat his cock and testicles.
“Okay damn it, now where are the keys?” I managed to say through the cum, saliva and sniffles.
He was breathing heavily from his orgasm and when he looked down to see the mess he said, “Fuck! The last time, you swallowed. Now go into the bathroom and get a warm washrag and clean me.”
I rinsed my mouth and gargled with some mouthwash I found in the medicine cabinet before soaking a washrag with warm water. Before leaving the bathroom I wiped away the mascara that was streaming from my eyes, trying to look presentable.
As I was cleaning his genitals he repeated the question. “So I asked you, why didn’t you swallow. You did it last time. I really liked it when you did it then. That bitch I’m married to won’t do it.”
God, is that what this is all about? He was using the women of the club to make up for his marital shortcomings and taking the way his wife acted at the party out on me. I realized I was going to have to handle him very gently for the rest of the night and it could be a very long night.
“I don’t know George. If I recall, I was in a different position that time.” Then taking a quick breath, I continued. “I’ve given you the blow job. So now the keys.”
“No. You weren’t paying attention. I said we would negotiate. You know where the bedroom is, so go lay on the bed and I’ll be in shortly.”
As I reclined on the bed, I thought I heard the door to the garage open and close, but I wasn’t sure. When he came in a few minutes after that, he had a small black sack with him. He set it on the dresser and climbed onto the bed.
“George, listen to me. We created this club to have fun. You’re making it a little too intense here tonight. You’re getting a little out of line.”
“What are you talking about? You’re the one turning cold on me. So loosen up. We’ve got a lot more sex to do tonight and I want to enjoy it.”
It was obvious I was going to have to appease him so I forced a smile on my face that I didn’t feel. “Sure sweetie. What’s next?”
“That’s better. Now I may remember where I saw the keys to your lock but I want to make sure that you are willing to complete the agenda for tonight before I go look for them.”
“George, if you intend to fuck my ass, I want your promise that you will go very slow and use lots of lube. You know that big cock of yours will be a very tight fit in me.” I thought a little ego massaging was in order.
“But of course. I’ve read the Internet. I know how to do it. Now lay on your stomach.”
He moved closer and began running his hands over my ass, down the backs of my legs and across my back. After several minutes I began to relax, somewhat, though I continued to be on my guard for what his next demand might be. If he wanted to fuck my ass, then obviously he had to remove the chastity belt.
“Okay, in exchange for the keys, I’ve got something I want you to wear instead.”
“What’s that?”
George moved off the bed and opened a dresser drawer, removing a pair of what looked like Velcro straps. “In some of the porn sites on the Internet, the girls act so subservient. I really like that. A lot of the time they fold their arms behind their backs and look like they are patiently waiting to serve their masters. Put your arms across your back for me.”
“George, you know we’re not that type of club. You’re talking about BDSM. We don’t do that.”
“I know. But I want you to agree to play along with me tonight. Like you said earlier, it’s just for fun. So do you agree?”
What choice did I have? “Okay.” I crossed my arms behind me and he wrapped the straps around my forearms. They weren’t tight but I definitely felt pinned down, even more than with the chastity belt.
“Ah, yes. Beautiful baby.” George leaned down and kissed both of my ass cheeks before getting up and leaving the room.
When he returned, he placed the keys on the dresser next to the black plastic bag. “I want you to roll over on your back now.”
It wasn’t easy but I managed. Once on my back, George spread my legs and stood admiring the belt. “Man, that is so sexy. You look really wet down there. Does wearing it turn you on?”
“Well, to be honest, it did at first. But I’m more than ready to get it off. You promised.”
“In a minute.” He squatted down and began licking the wet areas to either side of the leather strap. “Your pussy juice tastes so good and I love the smell of the leather.”
He continued licking, kissing and gently rubbing my crotch and inner thighs. When he left the bed again to grab one of the keys, his erection clearly showed how much fun he was having.
“George, it’s uncomfortable laying on my arms like this. Could you prop a pillow under my shoulder blades to take some of the pressure off?”
“You’re not supposed to talk now. You’re my slave and slaves only talk when given permission.”
But he lifted my upper body and placed a pillow under my back to ease some of the pressure. Then he slipped the key into the padlock and the click of its release was most welcome. I heaved a sigh and wanted to thank him but felt it was better to play along with his game as much as I could. Lifting my ass from the bed allowed him clearance to slide the chastity belt out from under me. The part of the strap that had been so snug between my ass cheeks had to be peeled out for it seemed to be glued to my ass hole, but he did it gently.
After removing the belt from under my ass, he brought it to his face to lick the wet area and moved the middle of the strap to his nose to smell. “Your ass smells so good and I know it will be every bit as tasty.”
Setting the chastity belt aside, he returned to my pussy to drive his tongue into my still very wet hole. Though my mind was extremely upset with him, my cunt didn’t know and it quickly reacted to the attention he was giving it. He sucked my inner labia into his mouth, toying with them and slurping away the accumulated juice before dipping his lips between them to surround my clit and draw it in.
I had no choice but to react and buck my cunt against his face, my thrashing very limited with my arms pinned behind me. I wanted to reach out with my hands and pull his face tighter into my crotch. That desire became more powerful as his tongue danced across my swollen clit and my body reacted with violent shudders. I screamed out as the orgasm deepened and I was helpless when he pushed my legs back toward my chest and his tongue slid down to swipe circles around my anus before penetrating my bunghole. I began to understand what he wanted me to feel, realizing I was as helpless as a bound slave yielding to her master’s whims.
I could feel sweat coating my still quaking body as he lowered my legs and moved to lay beside me.
Even if he were to permit it, I was totally unable to speak, my breathing so deep and ragged. I could only moan.
He waited for my breathing to calm down, then moved forward to give me an impassioned kiss. I could taste my pussy on his lips and my anus on his tongue as mine danced with his.
“Roll over.”
Once I was again on my face, he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass upward into a position that I knew would allow him to fuck my rear. I felt horribly vulnerable. He glided two fingers into my still throbbing pussy and wormed them around. Then he pulled them out to press one juice-covered digit into my anus. He worked it in and out slowly, allowing my cunt fluid to lubricate it before pushing the second finger in to spread the sphincter.
Content that my ass was then two finger widths dilated, George climbed off the bed and opened the black sack, pulling out a butt plug and what I sincerely hoped was a bottle of lube. Once he was behind me again, I had no way of seeing what he was doing but I could definitely feel the tip of the butt plug as it pressed into my anus. I felt the coolness of the gel so I assumed he had lubed it and he eased it in slowly as I had requested. With my arms still firmly pinned together behind my back, I had no way of relieving the pressure of my face being forced down into the bed. I had little choice but let George proceed until he had his fun with me. But, how much fun was this going to be for me?
“Don’t try to go all the way in at once.”
“Quiet slave.” He gave me a moderate slap on my ass.
But George heeded my request and withdrew the plug a little before pushing it back in. I could only judge by the feel of my sphincter how much it went in with each repeated insertion. The spreading of my ass was a strange sensation and I began grunting slightly as the recurring thrusts made further progress into my hole. I had no idea how many times he shoved the plug in before the largest part of the bulb finally passed through and it popped in with a bizarre feeling of relief. I assumed he was satisfied because at that point his hands began sliding softly over the cheeks of my ass. ‘What next,’ I had to wonder.
“Don’t push against it, just leave it where it is. It should stay like that for a long time.”
Did I dare ask him how long?
Holding one hand against the base of the plug, George pulled my legs out straight so that I was flat on the bed. He spread my legs enough for his fingers to slide up between them and into my cunt. It felt very wet. Keeping his fingers in there, he stretched out so that his lips were at my ear. “How does that feel? Do you like it?”
“I don’t know. It’s very strange, my ass feels full.”
“Obviously your cunt likes it. You’re very wet.”
“Yes, I know.”
He continued worming his fingers in my pussy and it became hotter, nearing another orgasm. Suddenly he pulled them out and rolled me over onto my back. He checked the plug to make sure it was firmly lodged in my ass, then waddled up to my face to put his cock by my mouth.
I had little doubt what he wanted, so I opened my mouth, pulled my lips over my teeth to give him a soft orifice to fuck and accepted the head as he leaned forward. He fucked my mouth for several seconds, but did not go deep, only passing his head in and out through my lips and across my tongue. He began grunting and I felt sure I was about to get another mouth full of his bitter cum when he suddenly leaped from the bed and went into the dresser drawer to produce a condom. He quickly rolled it down his hard cock and climbed between my splayed legs to ram it in my slopping wet cunt. I was certain he could feel the bulge of the butt plug through the thin layer of flesh that separated my pussy walls and my rectum. I know I sure could feel his cock pressing against it. The feeling was incredible.
George began pumping his cock into me furiously and my pussy responded with a renewed gush of juice. Both pussy and ass became a single source of intense heat and my nipples tightened. “George, oh god, please pinch my nipples, pinch them hard.”
When he did, my body exploded. I felt my toes curl as my head pressed back into the mattress and my ass and pussy seemed to ignite with an all consuming flame.
I screamed out from the intense orgasm and George followed in seconds with his as he pounded me so hard that I thought he would rip me open with the added pressure of the butt plug. My body was quivering so hard that I knew I had lost all control. When George pulled out of my cunt, I continued to feel my crotch muscles pulsing against the plug’s bulk
He slowly slipped off the bed and left the room.
He returned minutes later, and lay beside me, seeming to collapse. He and I were still breathing in deep slow rhythms. I managed to turn over on my side facing him. “George, you’ve got to remove the straps from my arms, they are going numb.” He rose and leaned over me to pull the fasteners loose, then dropped back down.
For half an hour we lay silent. The butt plug continued to burn in my ass but I was afraid to ask him when he would remove it. As long as it remained in me, he couldn’t very well fuck my ass. Finally, I had to say something. “George, you’re not going to do it, are you?” I was hoping he was satisfied enough to forget fucking my ass.
He turned to look at me. “Pull your legs up and lay on your side.”
I groaned but did what he said. He pulled my legs tighter toward my chest and I knew that my ass was now in a perfect position for him as he squatted behind me, his rejuvenated cock pointed directly at its target. He rapped on the base of the plug, which sent small tremors through my bottom. “Okay if you push now, you should be able to press it out just like a healthy shit.”
I did and he was right, except that the plug was still well lubricated and the bulb passed through my sphincter with a pleasurable feeling of relief. But it didn’t exit all the way for George had his hand there to stop it. With but a second’s delay, he forced it back in and I shuddered from the intense sensation of it passing back in. “Now push it out again.” By the third repetition it was obvious what he intended and he no longer said anything as we passed the plug rapidly in and out. As we continued, I could feel my sphincter opening more until the action became relatively enjoyable. I felt myself heating as if I were being fucked and I thought, ‘Okay, I’m ready. Do it.’
I had no idea what the count was but on the last passage of the plug, he failed to shove it back in. Instead, he took it and left the bedroom, returning a few minutes later with a wad of toilet paper to wipe the excess lube and perhaps shit from my ass cheeks. I looked down and saw that his cock was still hard and I knew he was ready.
“Condom, please,” I said.
He turned and reached for the dresser drawer.
“No wait. Don’t do it. Please, I beg of you, don’t do it to me.”
“But I know you’re ready.”
“Yes I am. I even think I’m eager. But not for you.” I turned more toward him. “I’ll blow you again. I’ll even swallow, I promise, but don’t fuck my ass.”
“But you just said you were eager.”
“I know. Listen to me, please. It should be Bert that first fucks me in the ass. He didn’t pierce my maidenhead. I lost my virginity before I met him. And his wasn’t the first cock that gave me a mouth full of cum. But my ass has yet to experience its first cock and I want it to be his. The next time you and I are matched after a party, I promise you can fuck it. All night long if you do it right. But wait until then.”
“And you’ll suck me and swallow, tonight and again in the morning before we leave, twice.”
“Yes, twice. In spite of how bad it is.”
“What do you mean, ‘bad’? I thought you liked sucking cock.”
“George, please understand. Your cum is very bitter. That is probably why Helen won’t take it.”
“Isn’t every man’s cum bad?”
“I hate to say it, but yours is the worst I’ve ever tasted. Sorry. It might be what you eat. I don’t know. Check it out on the Internet. I’ve read that some foods can make it better.”
“Okay. So, what about the next party?”
“Well you know we never know who we’ll get paired with.”
“You going to wear that chastity belt?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll find a new toy, or something else new. How does a new toy every month sound?”
“Like a pretty good deal.”
The End