Part 3…

At breakfast on the weekend, the three of us excitedly talked about our weeknight . Shona went on and on to describe the exquisite feeling of having two cocks stretch her body to its limits and of course her wonderful orgasms. 

Shona’s face had quite the look of cheeky, very contented satisfaction as she recanted our hot threesome. I complimented Conrad on his oral skills, and he asked me “what it was like to feel his cock in my mouth?”

"It felt weird to feel your hairy thighs brush against my shoulders, and it seemed strange to smell another male while having sex. And for a time, I wondered if you might ejaculate as you were so hard, but all in all, it was very erotic” I answered to him

Conrad smiled and responded, "Yes, there is definitely a feeling of vulnerable eroticism to be at the whim of the man you are orally pleasing, and not know if he will abruptly fill your mouth with cum when you least expect it."

Shona sighed across at me, and reminisced for a second, saying, "You always did that to me, when we were just teenagers." Those words instantly brought back a visual to me,  Shona's eyes would bulge as I did exactly that, came in her mouth, while she blew or fucked me when we were so young and not on birth control. I have never forgotten the sight and sounds of Shona gulping and gurgling as she tried to keep up with my sudden outbursts of cum in those days. Or the naked run of her body as she would trot off to the bathroom to spit all my semen into the sink, before she would come back, and we would snuggle up together.

Conrad added, "There is nothing better than giving pleasure to another, except, of course, when you are receiving pleasure from more than one person. Isn't that right, Shona?"

Shona nodded, and said, "Oh, my God, yes." Her body shivered, she quivered a little as she was recalling our double penetration. "I'm still so damn sore from the two of you reaming me, but truly I loved every delicious second of you guys doing me, giving me all that attention, Wow!"

I said to her, "Just be glad it was me in your backside, and not our friend here," to which we all broke out laughing. I added, "And fuck you were so tight, even on me Shona."

The three of us enjoyed the weekend together, and on Monday we went back to work for the week. On Thursday, Conrad told us not to make plans for Saturday, as he was taking us to dinner and had a big surprise for us.

When Saturday arrived, the three of us shared a yummy breakfast that Shona had prepared. Just before lunch, Conrad announced, "Well, I have to go pick up the surprise I mentioned. I will meet you at this restaurant at seven o'clock. I will meet you there. Is that okay?

"Sure," said Shona, taking the name & address. "We are excited and will be there." The excited look in her eyes told me she had an idea what this surprise was all about. Just the fact that Conrad was treating us to the best steakhouse in town was surprise enough for me.

Once Conrad had left the house, Shona and I began cleaning the kitchen together. "What do you think Conrad's surprise is?" I ask Shona.

She had a mischievous smile, but only suggested, "Knowing Conrad, it could be just about anything. But I'm sure we will have a good time when we all get together tonight." If that was all she was offering, I willingly accepted and I would wait.

While I was at the sink washing up, Shona came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.  “Wow, we were alone and able to have sex all by ourselves for the first time since Conrad arrived. "Do you want to come to bed with me? I might have a surprise for you of my own." Shona teased as she eased one hand down to verify that my cock was responding to her invitation. It was.

When I turned to go to our bedroom, Shona was already falling to her knees and unzipping me. No rush, I thought. Her small hand went inside and pulled out my package; a gentle grip squeezing my rod from root to the base of my knob, and her tongue darting out to lick my tip. Shona's brown eyes stared up at mine while she pulled my shaft horizontal and took me in her mouth until her nose tickled my pubes. Only minutes later, we both knew that I was nearing the edge. That was when she took her mouth away and just squeezed my shaft.

Shona hopped up from her knees and led me to our bed, never once letting go of her grip on my cock. "You were ready to cum, weren't you?" she teased.

"Fuck yes," I answered. "You have a great mouth, I love when you suck me."

Instead of leading us into the bedroom though, Shona turned at the bathroom and walked us toward the shower. I struggled to remember the last time we had shower sex, probably years ago. Having a male boarder has really added some spice to our sex life.

We stripped down and Shona turned on the shower. As the rose from above drenched us, its warmth invigorated me. The glass panels were as steamy as our previous encounter. I reached between Shona's silky thighs, over her stubbly growth, and slid my middle finger inside her, breaking the seal of her labia and bathing my digit in her very creamy arousal.

Shona stroked my cock as we kissed. She pulled back from me and said, "We had better stop."

"Stop? I'm rock fucking hard and you are as wet as fuck." Then Shona reached the taps and the water turned frigid.

"What? What are you doing?" The shock of the cold shower had an immediate effect. "Why? We've got all afternoon." My cock began to droop like a wilting flower.

Shona replied, "It's part of the surprise." Shona turned off the shower and opened the glass door while I stood shaking, trying to make sense of it. 

Shona took two towels from the towel bar, handing one to me. I looked down to see that my cock was barely at half-mast; cold water dripped from the dangling tip.

Shona went on, "Conrad and his wife, Solene, practice teasing denial at home. He says there is nothing like anticipating sex but being unable to do anything about it. So he told me to wind you up and show you my surprise. Are you ready to see your surprise?"

"Do I have a choice," I asked, half kidding.

We hung our towels on the bar and Shona took my hand. "Oh, come on. Have you no sense of adventure?"

We walked into our bedroom where Shona opened the top drawer of her dresser. She handed me a black, unlabelled bag, with a box inside. Shona sat on the bed while I opened it curiously. My cock had returned to a flaccid state. I took out the box and opened the top flap. Inside were a number of chromed steel rings of various sizes and each one had a small steel post welded to it, with a small hole drilled through the post,

Next was a chromed coil about three inches long and an inch or so around, capped with a metal dome, which had a slit in the middle. The last item inside was a small padlock, like the ones you use on your suitcases at the airport.

I was perplexed. "What is all this?"

"It's a cage. For your cock."

I realised that this metal contraption would not easily fit my cock, even in its softened state. I asked, "And the rings?"

"Well," Shona said, reaching for the largest of the rings. "We have to find the smallest ring that you can fit your junk through." How Shona knew the process was clear. Conrad had likely walked her through this some time ago. Shona placed the ring below my nuts and used her other hand to push one ball and then the other through the ring. 

Just the touch of her tiny fingers was causing me to get harder.

"You better do it yourself, Rick. You're not going to fit inside the cage if you get any harder." She let go and the weighty cold metal weighed down my ball sack. "Now, tuck your cock in there as well." I pushed my softened cock through the ring so that all of my junk hung beneath it.

Shona looked closely and said, I think that one is too loose. " It might just fall off." She handed me the next smaller ring and said, "Try this one."

I extricated my junk from the first ring and repeated the procedure with the smaller ring. This time, the diameter barely allowed each of my nuts to fit through, and I struggled to push and tug my soft shaft in what was left of the opening. After some coaxing, my cock and balls hung below the cold steel ring.

Shona handed me the coil. "Now this." She got up and opened the drawer on the bedside, and pulled out some lube. "You better use this to help get all of it inside." Shona squeezed a dollop of lube into the palm of my hand. I worked it all over my shaft and used my index finger to lubricate the inside of the coil, or cage, as Shona called it.

It was like trying to push a wet noodle up a hill. My thumb stuffed more and more spongy, flaccid flesh inside the cold and constrictive opening. After about three minutes of cramming and stuffing, my knob was jammed against the chrome cap. The cage was far enough down my shaft that the post on the ring was able to enter a small receiver in the cage.

Shona took hold of my appliance, and picked up the padlock, placing the hook into the hole in the post. When she let go, the entire weight of the cage, ring and lock hung heavily between my thighs. I realised that the slit was the only way that I would be able to relieve my bladder without taking off the cage.

Shona placed the padlock key into her palm and folded her fingers around it, adding, "Now, you won't be able to rub one out while we get us ready for our date!" I looked down at my entrapment; my denial, as Shona put it.

Shona cupped my junk, weighing my cage in her hand. "Oh, that feels heavy! And really sexy! But we have things to do. First, I need to shave." Shona's eyes widened at the thought of our next task. Shona has always groomed herself, as she likes - a neat pussy.

Shona patted the bed to indicate that I should wait there. She soon returned with a basin of water, a towel, and handed me her lady razor and a can of shaving cream. "Do you think you can shave my pussy without nicking me?"

"Me?"

Shona placed the towel over the edge, and sat on the bed, reclining on her elbows. "Why not?" she said with an evil grin. The musky scent of my wife's drenched pussy wafted as her knees parted wide, offering access to her prickly pubes. Juices glistened along the length of her labia.

"Leave anything?"

"No, Conrad wants me shaven smooth for his surprise tonight!" Jesus, I thought to myself, is the surprise that Conrad went to pick up another guy? Is dinner to be an introduction to a second cock, and I'll be made to helplessly watch two men bang my wife while I'm stuck in this goddamn cock cage?

I was surprised to see a small drip of precum drooling through the opening of my cage. Even locked up, my arousal for my wife betrayed me. I could feel my cock trying to fill with blood, straining against its cold steel confines. The sensation was like Shona had a hand around me, squeezing to keep me from getting erect. Something about being teased gave me two sensations. The first was not knowing when I might be released, and when that time would arrive was entirely at the whim of my wife; the other was what might occur later that I would be prevented from participating in. Shona seemed to enjoy her sense of control.

I looked down again at Shona's fuzzy mound and began my task. Her belly twitched when I applied a handful of shaving foam to her mons, providing a slick barrier between my fingertips and Shona's pubes.

When both her pubic triangle and labia were slathered in foam, Shona watched intently as I scraped away her dark stubble that had grown in the past week. With careful strokes, making sure not to contact the rubbery lips of her pussy, I pushed and pulled the sensitive skin with one hand to expose yet unshaven areas.

Shona whispered, "Rick, feel how wet I am." I set the razor down and delved into Shona's labial folds, using my first and middle fingers.  It was as though I had lowered two fingers into a jar of warm honey. "Rub me up, tease me, but don't make me cum," she said softly. I kept my fingers inside her, sawing in and out, while my thumb strummed up and down her slippery button. Shona fell back and encouraged me to pleasure her. After about thirty seconds, Shona called out, "Stop, fuck stop!" I released my touch just in time, leaving her panting softly. I finished up shaving Shona smooth, and wiped the area down with the towel, before giving her vulva a gentle once over to make sure I hadn't missed anything.

"Oh, my God. Look at you!" she said.

My cock was leaking like a sieve through the small slit; a long tendril of goo hung tenuously from it. The carpet was darker where my drippings had accumulated. Shona said, "I need to take a nice hot bath. You should get dressed, and then you can come back up and help me choose my lingerie and get me ready.

"Okay, sure," I said, "Enjoy your bath."

When I put on the clothes Shona had laid out on our bed, the weight of my cage only emphasised my entrapment. Each time I moved, or sat down, or bent over, I would feel the metal package moving against my thighs.

Soon I heard, "I'm ready," and I went back up to see Shona lounging in the bathtub, her feet dangling over the edge.

"How does it feel? Asked Shona.

"Weirdly erotic. And heavy." I paused for a few seconds. "Oh, and I feel kind of “handled”. I quite like it." I answered honestly.

"Well, it wouldn't be a denial if I let you lose, would it?" Her smirk gave away her delight in my predicament. She giggled when I shook my head.

Shona pointed to a bottle of nail polish on the sink, so I took it and set it down next to the bathtub. I grabbed a towel and dried the excess water from Shona's feet. She cooed softly as I caressed her toes, the length of her feet, and the smooth roundness of her heels.

My wife looked blissful, eyes closed and submerged in the warm water but for her head, shins, and feet. I carefully dabbed and stroked each toenail, and through the soapy water, noticed Shona's fingers moving, gently rubbing her newly shaved mound.

"Hey, how come you’re allowed to play?" I enquired.

"Conrad says he trusts me not to cum." Shona answered.

I asked, "But you don't trust me not to cum?"

"Shhhh, be quiet" she replied, "I'm trying not to cum."

"I need to piss," I said softly.  "What?" Shona sked, irritated.

"I have to pee." I repeated.  Shona let out another giggle as I made my way to the toilet.

I lifted the lid and seat, and stood right over top of the bowl, and let loose. Piss spewed everywhere as the flow splattered from the tiny pee hole. I stopped and cursed under my breath.

"Rick, sit and pee." I sat down, pushing the steel appliance as far between my thighs as I could, not wanting piss all over myself. It sounded just like Shona tinkling when she pees. I have to say that I liked this newfound humility.

Shona was out of the tub by the time the last few dribbles were expelled, and said, "Oh, come on. If you're good, or bad enough, you might get to take it off tonight... maybe." She teased.  Her devilish smile spoke volumes - she knew was in store for us tonight.

"Follow me, you need to pick out my lingerie and clothes for our night" offered Shona.  I got off of the loo and wiped my cage dry. We went into our bedroom where she opened her closet to find something sexy for me to choose for her to wear. I picked out a flowery summer dress to show off Shona's great legs. I then opened Shona's top drawer, because I love when she wears a thong underneath sexy clothes.

"Conrad said not to bother with a bra or panties. He said they wouldn't be on me long, after dinner anyway." Shona lifted up the dress and draped it over her head; the filmy dress falling to just above mid-thigh. She turned around so I could zip her up at the back.

So they did have plans for sex; Shona and Conrad obviously, and who knows who else. Shona went to my dresser, opened my top drawer, and she pulled out the red undies that she likes to see me in. "Here. Wear these," Shona insisted. When I pulled them on, they were very snug around my steel appendage. "That looks hot!" Shona told me, running her hand over the bulge of my cage through the thin cotton fabric.

We were both ready for dinner, and only a few minutes before we needed to leave. I asked, "You don't want to give me any hints about the surprise?"

Shona looked thoughtful for a moment, and offered, "Let's see... you might see some things you've never seen before?" So, I thought, maybe Conrad is taking us out to one of his swinger's clubs.  Or God knows what. Shona had a bit of a gloating look about her. And, knowing that Conrad is so experienced sexually, I could be in for just about anything - while locked up in a damned cock cage.

We got into my car and immediately Shona moved along the seat and unzipped me; her hand played with my constrained junk all the way to the restaurant. The strain of my cock against the bars was becoming unbearable. It didn't help matters any, as by slipping my hand under Shona's dress, between her legs and cupping her smooth, naked mound. I found Shona was, in her anticipation, wonderfully very wet and excited already.

Shona zipped me back up when I pulled into the parking lot. I had noticed Conrad's rental car in the parking area and was able to park next to him. While Shona and I made our way through a myriad of tables and diners, escorted by the waitress, I saw Conrad seated at the end seat in a secluded booth near the back of the restaurant. I could just see the top of the back of the head of the other person in that booth - it appeared to be an older man with short, white hair. What the fuck was I getting into?

As we rounded the corner, his guest's face came into view.

“He” turned out to be a “She.” 

A sixty-something female, with tightly cropped white hair, sporting a shock of blue along her cowlick. She wore snug fitting black leather pants, and a black, short-sleeved cotton blouse, unbuttoned to the top of her abdomen. Her left arm was a sleeve of tattoos, Celtic cursives.

Conrad stood as we approached them, and his guest smiled brightly at us. To say that I was relieved that his surprise turned out to be a female would be an understatement. While Conrad began his introductions, I noticed a small ring piercing the woman’s left eyebrow.

The waitress stood and waited as Conrad said to the woman, "Rick and Shona, this is my wife, Solene." His wife seemed older than him. 

What could this lot have cooked up for us tonight? The day was having more twists and turns than a country road!

Solene stood and hugged Shona first. Then in quite a deep accent, Solene said, "It is so nice to finally meet you.  Thank you for looking after my Conrad so beautifully Shona" Solene teased Shona.

Shona glided in for a hug and gentle kiss. Then, Shona said, "Conrad has told me so much about you. I have been thinking about meeting you all day.”  

“And may I say that Conrad has certainly spoiled me in his time here" Shona teased Solene back, “He certainly knows how to make me smile.”

Shona took Solene’s hand, and my wife gave Solene something, which Solene immediately slipped into her pants pocket. Solene then turned and hugged me as well. Our eyes met as she said, "Conrad has told me so much about you too."

She kissed my cheek and I replied, "Conrad told us you both travel a lot for your work. I'm glad you made it all the way here to visit Conrad."  Solene smiled and answered “How could I not want to come and be part of you all”  Then she stepped back toward the booth and extended her arm, gesturing for Shona to slide in towards the back. Conrad slid in the opposite booth entry, so he could be seated next to Shona, on her right. Solene followed Shona, sitting on her left, leaving me on Solene's left, facing Conrad.

The girls began chatting, and as I looked at Solene, I could see Solene's right nipple in the shadows beneath her blouse. She was quite flat chested, which made Shona appear to be well endowed with her lovely D cups. But I couldn't take my eyes off of Solene's exposed nipple. I'm not sure if it was because her breast consisted of just this large puffy mound, or because it was pierced with a silver metal pin.

Solene turned toward me and caught my downward glance, but she just smiled. 

As Solene chatted to Shona, I saw that her tongue had a similar bar through it. The bar would lightly click on her teeth at times, and I guess my intrigue was obvious.

Conrad spoke up, telling me, "Yeah, we've been married twenty-seven years. We've lived together since we were in our thirties"

Solene added, "Yes, my first husband passed away, the year before I met Conrad. Conrad really helped me forget the loneliness of being without a man in my life." Conrad grinned knowingly.

Wine arrived and the four of us bantered on for some time.  Solene reached into her pants pocket and retrieved a fine silver necklace. She opened the clasp and held it out to Shona, "Can you help me with this?" Shona wrapped the necklace around Solene's neck and hooked the clasp at the back. When Solene played with the metal piece dangling from the necklace, I recognised it immediately.

Solene asked proudly, "Your wife has entrusted me with this." She held up the metal key for me to scrutinise. It was the key to my cage. "Do you like it?"

What should I have said? "Yes, I love it" Or "No, I don't know what devious plan you all have for me tonight?" I thought for a moment and said, "Well, it matches your other jewellery." 

It was at that point that I looked at Solene's ring finger and noted that it was bare. I guess that I wasn't really surprised, since they both exuded such a strong sexual nature. There was no need for Solene to display a ring showing ownership.

My eyes darted to my wife and then to Conrad. In unison, the three of them loudly called out, "Surprise!" Guests from nearby tables turned to see what our celebration was about. Solene's hand groped me through my pants. She leaned in and kissed me, her tongue surprisingly slipping into my mouth. Solene extended her tongue and as it flicked within, the cool metal rod tickled and teased my teeth, gums, the roof of my mouth, and tongue. My eyes turned to Shona, who was lip-locked with Conrad.

Neighbouring guests would have assumed that we were two couples in love, celebrating a birthday or something, but my cock recognised the sensuality of me kissing his wife and his kissing of my wife - both in front of all these people, and all out in public. All the while, Conrad and Shona were lost in their own moment. It was such a surreal and sexy visual scene for me.

When Solene unzipped me and caressed my metallic-encased package through my thin underwear, she could feel my aroused member straining between the bars, desperate to stand erect once again. Solene's fingers found the puddle of precum that had seeped through my underwear, and she whispered in my ear, "You're leaking into your underwear and sticky already. I'm glad that I'm not wearing any." Solene teased me.  She took my right hand and led it to the zipper of her leather pants. I helped unzip her and delved my fingers inside the warm, damp place, where my middle finger found yet another piece of jewellery, encircling the tip of Solene's clitoris. Which, by the way, felt enormously engorged.

Our kisses ended, and Solene let go of me. "This is going to be a fun night. Don't you think, my sweet Shona?" It was then that I realised that Shona's eyes were closed. When I looked down, it was clear that both Solene and Conrad each had a hand beneath the hem of my wife's dress, and each was fondling and exciting Shona's pussy.

Shona opened her eyes dreamily and answered, "It already is!" Shona looked at me and mouthed the words, "I love you." With that, Shona spread her legs wider to give the couple even more access to her needy pussy, my eyes were glued; not wanting to miss either the sensuous play beneath Shona's dress, nor her facial responses to their digital explorations.

The two stopped fingering and “feeling up” my wife abruptly when the waitress came to take our orders. We all calmed down some, and eventually feasted on steaks and seafood, downing a few more drinks along the way. 

Solene made no effort to button up her blouse, and I imagined sucking on her puffy nipples as soon as we got home.

I offered to pay for dinner, but Conrad would have nothing of it. "This is our pleasure," he said, tapping his card. "Yours will come later." The lady serving us looked at our faces, trying to sort out what Conrad might have meant, but none of us gave away his innuendo.

When we got up from the table, Conrad led the way out, with my wife on his arm. I took Solene's arm in mine, and we made our way back to the parking lot. 

"Sit up front with me," Conrad called out to me, opening the left rear door of his car for Shona. I went to the passenger side and opened the rear door for Solene.

Solene asked, "You two don't mind if we all go back to my suite, do you? We can come back and pick up your car in the morning."

I was game for just about anything at that point, as the idea of wife swapping with Conrad had never entered my mind, since he first arrived at our door a few weeks ago. "You're the boss," I said, without thinking.

Solene's eyes met mine, and a wry smile changed the contour of her lips as she replied, "Yes, I am." Conrad drove toward Solene’s hotel.

We were chatting about the mundane; of likes and dislikes, but not in an overly sexy way, when Solene interrupted us with a question to Shona, "Shona, may I kiss you?"

 Jesus, I thought. Another first! If Shona has ever kissed another woman, she never told me about it. Shona leaned in, clearly excited at the offer, and pursed her lips. I gazed at the two women as they kissed, looking so natural French kissing, as if they had been long time lovers.

Conrad peeked occasionally into his rear-view mirror, as the two women exchanged passions for a long while. I was gobsmacked, expecting maybe a soft kiss from Shona, not having ever seen her in a situation like this. I assume that Conrad had forewarned Shona of his wife's sexuality, and that Shona had imagined or anticipated this as much as anything else, that evening.

Both women played through clothing, caressing the breasts of the other, as their kisses turned into exploring a neck or an earlobe. Fingers found nipples and piercings; moans and soft coos filled the back seat. My cock fought against its formidable steel opponent. Shona said softly, "My God, Solene. You are a wonderful kisser. And that thing on your tongue...". Shona responded.  

"If you love the feel of it in your mouth, you are in for a real treat later." Solene teased her.  The two girls looked over at me and giggled, while Conrad pulled into the underground parking.

In minutes we were whisked to an upper floor suite, where champagne was on ice, with four glasses next to the bucket. The suite was immense, with a grand view of the harbour and the bridge spanning it. The main room featured a bar and a long "L" shaped lounge. Conrad popped the cork and poured, as Solene led Shona around the lavish suite. Conrad and I sat down and toasted to our evening and remarked on the splendid food that the restaurant had served. The girls hadn't returned in a while, so Conrad suggested we go see where they were.

We walked into a large bedroom and there, sprawled naked on the king-sized bed, were our wives. Solene was on her knees, feasting on Shona's left nipple and Shona was already in the throes of a building orgasm; Solene's two fingers plunging to the depths inside my wife.

Solene was tanned all over, but where the skimpy waistband of her thong would be, had she been wearing one. A tramp stamp adorned the slender curve of her lower back, just above her small round buttocks, which framed the tight, dark pucker between. The stamp read, "FUCK IT OR EAT IT". Shona pushed Solene's lips away from her reddened nipple when she could take no more. Solene rolled over on her back, exposing her own totally shaved vulva. My eyes widened when I saw the piercing I had teased back at the restaurant, at the tip of the longest and thickest clitoris I've seen in my life.

"You boys are just in time!" Solene announced. She pointed at Conrad. "Get naked and eat this girl." Solene looked at me. "Get your clothes off Rick, but leave your undies on, and bring the chair in here from the desk in the living room. You are in for a real show."

I peeled off my clothes, as did Conrad. I left to get the chair and when I brought it into the room, Conrad had climbed up on the bed, his fat cock already beginning to grow.

"Over there," said Solene, pointing to one side of the king-sized bed. I rolled the chair into the assigned position and sat in it even before she ordered me to. Solene was stepping into a black harness that looked like a sexy leather jock strap.

She reached into a bag on the dresser and pulled out a reasonable silicone cock. Solene attached it to a fitting at her crotch and the cock stood tall and erect. She strutted over to me and said, "Do you recognise this?" She was tugging on one of the bars pinned through her nipple and wagging the thick cock from side to side.

Holy shit was she gonna fuck me with it! 

"Did you make a mould of Conrad's cock?" I asked, incredulously. 

Conrad and Shona were already distracted with Conrad eating Shona, and Solene answered me. 

"Yes. I wanted to fuck my husband like he fucks me, so I had him replicated." It was true. But for the lack of foreskin enshrouding the plum-shaped knob, it looked exactly like Conrad's thick cock.

But Solene didn’t come for me.  Solene moved behind her man on the bed and squeezed out a supply of lube all over her fake cock. "Get up on your knees, Conny!" Her husband rose up on his knees while his face remained burrowed in Shona's messy cunt. Shona's hands held Conrad's head firmly; controlling how much pressure he could exert on her excited and sensitive clitoris. His semi-aroused meaty tube hung heavy beneath. I watched, tugging, and rolling my fist around my cage, my own goo leaking and lubricating the steel.  I watched on, amazed, as Solene pushed herself into Conrad's arse.

"Mmmmm..." murmured Conrad as Solene penetrated him. I marvelled at how she could so easily push the salami-wide toy past his anus, and quickly deep into Conrad's rectum. He raised his mouth from Shona's pussy long enough to call out, "I've missed you, Solene." His moans continued as he went back to eating my wife as his wife now fucked him. Shona began to ascend into her own orgasmic world, with Conrad's talented tongue flicking across her engorged bean.

Solene took hold of Conrad’s hips and pushed the girthy weapon up against his prostate. As his wife began to hammer her toy faster and faster into his rectum, Conrad's cock grew more rigid as it flailed about with each of her determined strokes. Inch by inch, Conrad grew to his full potential with the anal onslaught of his wife's thrusts.

Shona having orgasmed with Conrad’s face being mashed onto her folds by Solene, now pushed his mouth from her clit, so Conrad kissed along Shona's thighs and belly while continuing to receive Solene's hard and heavy thrusts. Conrad's head fell between Shona's thighs, and he exhaled a long, guttural moan.

Solene continued at a raging pace and called out one more word with each impassioned thrust, "You're...going...to...bust...your...nut! ...Oh... fuck..." Before she could finish her next word, Conrad's rigid cock began to spit fat ropes of milky semen, splattering heavy ribbons onto the sheets between Shona’s spread legs, his cock jerking wildly from side to side, spewed out gallons of spunk, while Solene continued to pound his arse. Sounds of his intense orgasmic release were muffled, as his face remained buried between my wife's breasts.

"Oh, that's so good my baby, look at this fabulous mess you made" Solene slowed her pace, pulled back and her husband collapsed onto his belly. She pulled her cock from his anus and smiled at me as she said to Conrad. 

"I'm home baby," she said to him quietly as she leant forward, scooped up a finger full of spunk from the sheets and licked it clean.

Shona stared at me, "Look at all that cum!"  I joined in, "Fuck he unloaded! Without even touching himself!" Conrad nodded his affirmation, his head still laid on Shona.

Shona looked on in disbelief. Conrad fell to one side of Shona, and she gazed at the sheets that had been heavily soiled by Conrad's massive streams of jizz. 

"Every time, he cums every time" gloated Solene. "I think he likes the feel of a good cock as much as I do." She was unbuckling and stepping out of her strap-on harness; the life-sized toy was shimmering with lube. Solene then toyed with her necklace, fingering the grooves and bumps of the key.

"So, my new friend, do you want to come out and play Rick?"

I looked down at my restrained and straining cock, unsure of what Solene had in store for me. But I was mildly relieved that she was done with her pegging harness. And God knows I wanted to be part of the action

"I do, Solene. Free me, let me loose"

Solene moved past me and lay down on the bed. "If you can make me cum, I will unlock your cock.  Get over here and eat some pussy."

But instead of going down on Conrad's wife right away, I crawled up onto the bed and moved along Solene's body so I could bite and kiss her marvellously puffy nipples. It was her turn to close her eyes while I pursed my lips around the metal bar and stretched her nipple skin to its limit. Solene began moaning loudly.

Shona was cuddled into Conrad's chest, her fingers toying with his sticky cock, smearing his cock head with his own cum. 

I moved between Solene's legs and pushed them apart so that I could rub my aching package against her leaking pussy, while I suckled on her tender teats. Solene cried out, "Oh, fuck! That feels so good." I humped my metal-jacketed cock up and down her slippery labia, dreaming of how hard I would soon be and how velvety smooth burying my cock in Solene's pussy would be for me.

Solene used both hands to pry my lips from her nipple, sending the message that she had a more urgent need below. I kissed my way down her slender belly, to her smooth mons. My chin bumped her swollen clitoris first, the stumpy roll of erect tissue two cm long

I felt the cool ring that pierced the abundant flesh of her hood, and pursed my lips around it, as I had done to her nipple moments ago. 

Solene's breath drew in when I began to make humming noises with the loop gripped tightly between my teeth. The vibrations sent a chill along her delicate rod, inflaming her senses to the core.

Solene softly cupped my head in her hands, offering, "That's it. Now, suck me, my clitty." I did as told, sucking the pink tip of her clit into my mouth and moving up and down her girl button until my lips were pressed into her fleshy root. Both of her hands held me firm so as to control my every move.

Our roles were oddly reversed. The woman was guiding the man up and down her clit as though she was being fellated, and he would be the willing cocksucker. For an instant, I imagined Solene holding my head in place and spewing wads of semen into my waiting mouth. I pictured her husband doing the same; both of them using my mouth for their erotic pleasure.

I felt Solene's feet land on my shoulders while she ground her pussy into my nose, mouth, and chin. I was so near as I edged myself, I wondered if my cock might go off, untouched, as I had witnessed Conrad do earlier. Then, growling like a feral cat, Solene's hips rutted ever more intensely into me, until her head bucked forward, and she began a long howling moan of intense orgasmic delight. A warm gush of Solene's honey fluids soaked my face and filled my mouth. Her body contorted as her orgasm overtook her senses.

I moved to the pink tip and continued on Solene's little button for another thirty seconds or so, until my lover collapsed back, exhausted from my ministrations.

When I looked over to my wife, she smiled back; Conrad had recovered enough to enter Shona once more and he was already back into fucking her. 

Shona grunted as she was ploughed, "Look at your face Rick!" as her lover continued to service her. My face, throat, and chest were glazed in Solene's voluminous juices.

I moved up Solene's body and our lips found the other. "You have a very delightful tongue, Rick," she offered. We kissed for a moment, Solene tasting her own flavours. We just held each other for a while, while the other two moved rhythmically next to us. Soon, Solene began to play with my package through my cum and juice-soaked underwear. "Take your undies off, my sweet cuck," she said in a smooth, firm voice. I hauled them down and off, tossing them onto the floor.

Solene asked, as she undid the clasp at her neck that held the key to my release, "So, you've enjoyed watching Conrad pleasing Shona, over and over, haven't you, Rick?" I looked at Shona as Solene spoke, mesmerised by the gentle in-and-out of Conrad's fat cock as he reamed out Shona's shaven pussy.

"Yes, Solene, I have." I answered.

"Not Solene, Ma'am to you." The older woman defined the terms, turning the key in the padlock of my cage that has been my captor for nearly twelve hours.

"Yes, Ma'am, I have."

"Look at Conrad, he does have that sought after size that reams out your Shona so beautifully, doesn't he?  I mean, look at the joy on her face…"

My eyes gazed at the facial expressions on my gorgeous Shona as Conrad pumped ever so slowly in and out of her body. "Yes, Ma'am, Shona does certainly moan differently when he is so hard inside her."

Solene withdrew the coiled metal cage from my cock, and my wrinkled penis flopped onto my belly, blood beginning to engorge it back to life. "Oh, you are one of the bigger cucks we've played with," she soothed, while her small hand fondled my lengthening shaft.

I smiled at her comment, but my pride would be short-lived. "But you are just lacking in the thickness that Conrad can provide, the girth that Shona and I here are now so accustomed to enjoy.

Isn't that right Shona?" Solene asked across the room.

Solene's hand was already gliding up and down my already stiffening cock. I looked across once more to my wife as her lover continued to slide himself in and out of her depths. "Yes," replied Shona, she was answering Solene but she smiled at me, "I have trouble feeling Rick inside me Solene, now that Conrad goes through me."

Shona's words, my cock only stiffened at the dreamy look my wife gave me as she spoke.  I was thinking about the deliciousness of burying my cock in Shona’s well reamed, slopped out pussy. Solene went on teasing, while keeping her hand stroking me in the same, unhurried tempo as her husband fucked my wife. "And you have learned how to satisfy his better cock with your mouth." Solene teased me on.

"Yes, Ma'am. I have," I murmured, her fist delivering the much-needed sensations that tightened my ball sack as I aimed for release.

"And I'm sure Conrad's fat cock tastes even better with Shona's juices slathered all over."  I nodded.

"Say it," she demanded.  "Say, I love her sweet taste on his meaty cock."

I looked at Conrad, “I love to taste Shona on your cock Conrad” I agreed.

Solene squeezed me a bit tighter, "Tell Conrad what you need him to do for Shona, Rick."

I felt my balls tighten; Shona was biting her lip in anticipation of my answer, I well knew the horny answer she right now wanted me to give. 

My eyes locked on Conrad and I spoke, "I want you to cum inside my wife Conrad, I want you to cum gallons and fill her, I want to watch her cum on your cock, Conrad."

There, I had said it out loud, I had asked another man to cum inside my wife and give her the orgasm she so deserved.  It felt so exhilarating, and immediately Conrad began to lean in and spoon fuck Shona, at a much more hurried pace. Shona closed her eyes while her able lover forcefully plunged into her horny depths.  Conrad was clearly preparing to give my love his steamy seed.

When Conrad's breath became raspy, mine did also. While he rode my wife's arse and savoured the silky sheath of my wife's luscious pussy, I was relegated to a simple, but quite lucious, hand job to get me off.  Solene, recognising the signs of Conrad's inevitable release, quickened her strokes to keep up with Conrad.

"Go ahead, Rick. Blow your seed on me, blow on me as Conrad fills your wife. Your wife deserves the best, she deserves Conrad, his lust, his cum, right where it matters, deep up in her body, while you splatter me with yours!" Those naughty words, her smile, along with a sigh from Shona, took Conrad and myself over the brink of orgasm simultaneously.

Conrad emitted a long low growl.  In the most beautiful and natural way, Shona pushed her arse back, servicing Conrad’s thrusting, submitting her body to his urgency, encouraging his release, hungry for her own.  Shona’s body knew that the deeper Conrad injected his semen, the stronger her orgasm would be, and from the pounding depth, that between the two of them they achieved, this was going to be an intense orgasm for both of them!  

Conrad wailed out, unleashing a torrent of spunk, he quickly overfilled my wife's slick pussy vessel with his copious jets of steamy jizz.  Warm, thick, spunk was splattering everywhere. At the same moment I also unleashed a most intense orgasm myself; the first shot of my semen jetted in a high arc and splattered on Solene’s chest, followed by two or three more shots; each landing with a lesser splat on her belly and thighs.

Solene stroked me on, milking the final shots from me; cum oozed all down her hand and my shaft. It was incredible to cum and at the same time, watch Conrad’s thick white seminal fluids smeared all along the thick shaft each time he pulled back and forth from between my Shona's glorious velvety, very frothy pussy folds.

"My, you taste so good," said Solene to me softly, using a finger to scoop up a dollop of my seed from her chest. "This is what it tastes like, without Shona's juices on it." Solene offered it to me. When I closed my lips over her finger, she added, "No sucking. Just lick it all over... like you are cleaning up Shona's lover's cock."

I licked her finger clean of any remnants of my own cum and Solene returned her digit to her belly to retrieve more spunk to feed me again. It seemed so natural to do Solene's bidding. Clearly, I am as submissive as Conrad, and it seemed that our newest guest relishes her power over men.

Conrad and Shona were lying on their backs, leaning against one another as we all panted in our recoveries together.  Shona was idly watching me, taking in my cum eating skills. Solene stopped feeding me and hopped up, walking over and offering Shona her breast painted in my cum  Shona licked Solene’s cum painted nipple and metal toy, that was really hot to watch.  

"Now, I think it's time you go wash your little guy off." Solene said to me. I looked over at Conrad and Shona with surprise and a bit of shock. I really thought Solene would order me to clean up my wife and her lover, after making me taste my own cum, and I even felt a sense of disappointment in that moment, that she hadn't. 

Solene turned from me and reached across the bed to stroke Shona's face, and it was then that I realised that she had deprived me of that joyous meal intentionally.  Solene had saved Shona for herself.  I watched as Solene moved low and spread open Shona’s legs wide so that Solene herself could eat Conrad out of Shona, to reclaim and enjoy the spunky meal Conrad had unloaded between Shona’s legs.

I watched as Solene licked Shona’s clit and pushed two fingers into Shona and retrieve from the pool of semen within Shona, a very thick scoop of cum which Solene immediately ate from her fingers, before going back for more of Conrad’s creamy goodness..

I said nothing more and left Solene to enjoy my Shona and proceeded to the bathroom to wash up in the shower.

I enjoyed the warm water as it cascaded down my body. I took my time washing the splatter of dried cum from my cock, recalling Solene's firm grip as she tossed me off over her body. 

It felt so erotic to have been jacked off while watching Conrad hammer his load inside my Shona. But there would likely be no round two for me tonight, after I came as hard as I did.

When I returned to the bedroom, the three of them were in a long row, from corner to corner of the bed.  But now it was Shona servicing Solene - face down and flicking her tongue back and forth over Solene's ring-pierced clitoris. 

Conrad too, was on his belly, tongue delving as deep as was possible, eating and cleaning up anything left by Solene, from Shona's used vagina.

"Over here, Rick," Shona called to me, pointing to her bum, "Come behind and help Conrad eat me. 

Come eat my arse, Shona urged.  The rest of us are not done yet." Shona smiled at me as she encouraged me in…