When it was done, when I’d sucked all of his cum from her, she rolled off me, scooted down, cuddled. He was standing, naked, arms crossed, grinning, his cock, flaccid, larger and thicker than mine was now, erect.
“I expect better cock sucking skills next time,” he said.
“N…next time,” I said, eyes heavy.
“You’ll be coming up here every month or so for the weekend,” he said.
“I…we…we can’t afford a cabin every month,” I said, thinking of nothing else.
“You won’t need a cabin,” he snickered, “you’ll be staying with me.”
“But,” I started to say, stopped when I felt Nicole squeeze my hand ever so gently.
“When…when can we come back,” she asked.
He grinned, pleased. “Best to have a schedule, I think. How long is your cycle?”
“Our cycle?” I asked, confused.
“Her cycle, sissy,” he looked at me annoyed. “How long is your cycle, Nicole?”
“Thirty days,” she said, “twentieth of the month, every month.”
“Regular?”
“A…always.”
“Perfect,” he grinned. “I expect you here the first weekend of every month, then.”
“W…why?” I asked.
“Cause that’s when Nicole ovulates,” he said, “peak fertility means peak horniness…and I get her at peak horniness. No sense wasting that on you.”
“But…but I’m her husband,” I was shocked.
“Yes, you are, but her body belongs to me now,” he said looking at my wife, “won her fair and square and I don’t share my woman with her cuckold, sissy husband.”
“But…”
“That, sissy,” he pointed between my legs, “does not ever go inside her, are we clear? Not while I’m around.”
I swallowed, still horny beyond belief. “I…I suppose,” I said.
“You suppose?” he raised an eyebrow. “I don’t share.”
I looked at him, tried to imagine how I’d gotten us into this situation. I was about to say something but Nicole spoke first. “He won’t, Mr. Thompson, I promise,” she said.
“Nicole!” I looked at my wife.
“I can still…touch him, can’t I?”
“Yea,” Mr. Thompson growled, “but not too often, he shouldn’t be spoiled…and when you want to, not when he wants to.”
“I want to now,” Nicole said, reaching for me, gently touching my penis through the panties I wore.
“Just a warning, Nicole, when a boy like Jason squirts, libido crashes, often for days. This first time was an aberration. Normally, when you come up here, I expect you both to be horny, so don’t bring a dead fish up here.”
“I won’t, Mr. Thompson.” She was carefully touching me, gently, tenderly through the panties.
“Don’t get used to it, sissy, this will be the only time you squire when you’re up here. Well, I’ll leave you two; if I don’t see you tomorrow, I’ll see you next month.” He reached down for his clothes, started to take a step towards the door.
“Mr…Mr. Thompson,” Nicole called, “I…” she paused, leaned over, whispered in my ear…thank him.
“What?” I looked at her like she was crazy.
“Thank him,” she whispered again, “please…he…that was so good…thank him…”
I swallowed, looked from her to him, bit my lip. “Nicole.”
“Please…”
I sighed. “Thank…thank you…thank you for pleasing my wife.”
“Hmmm,” he grinned. “Practice blow jobs, Nicole.” She looked at me, confused. “No, not on him,” Mr. Thompson shook his head. “Buy a dildo, you can practice together.”
“T…together? I…I don’t…” His glare stopped me. The taste of his cum on my mouth stopped me. Fear stopped me. Shame stopped me.
“Practice together,” he said, “you’ll be surprised what a sissy cuckold will do.”
“We will, Mr. Thompson,” Nicole promised.
“Oh, almost forgot…panties, Jason, I expect you in panties.”
“When…when we come back?”
“All the time.”
“But…”
“I’ll take care of that, too, Mr. Thompson,” Nicole said happily.
When he left the room, I turned to her, started to say something.
“Shhh,” she said, not gently.
“Nicole, what?”
“You let him fuck me,” she said, “you let him fuck me.”
“But…” I was confused, she seemed mad.
“You bet my body, lost, and let him fuck me…and…and you…you licked…”
“Nicole, you…you wanted me to.”
“I wanted to spend some romantic time with my husband, I never thought you’d bet me in a poker game!”
“But…but you…you liked it…”
“That’s not the point, Jason, I…I was helpless and…you liked it…you liked watching me give him a blow job, you liked watching him fuck me.”
“Nicole,” I whispered.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You look cute in panties,” she said suddenly smiling.
“Nicole!”
“I was so wet, Jason.”
“W…when?”
“Sucking his cock.”
“Oh, god,” I was shaking.
“Swallowing his cum,” she touched me.
“N…Nicole.”
“Feeling his cock inside me, fucking me.”
“Nicole…”
“Feeling you lick me clean.”
“But…I…I can’t tell if you’re mad.”
“I am, dammit, my husband lost me in a poker game!”
“But…”
“My husband’s wearing my panties.”
“But I thought…”
“And my husband ate a man’s cum.”
“Nicole!”
“Maybe next month I’ll bet you in a poker game,” she said.
“Nicole!”
“If I lose, maybe you can suck his cock with me.”
“Nicole, please,” I begged her.
“You lost me in a poker game, Jason, don’t you dare take an attitude with me.”
THE END
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