Graham slowly became aware that he was awake. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of the window of his bed-and-breakfast room. For a moment he thought he was alone, then he realized that his bride was simply further down on the bed than he was, gently pulling the sheet back from his naked body, touching the tip of her tongue to his rapidly-rising erection.
“Hey there,” he murmured.
She looked up at him, eyes sparkling, grinning lasciviously. “Hey.” Then she engulfed his cock in her wet warm mouth, and he gasped.
“Jesus,” he said after a moment. “That’s good.”
She let him slip out of her mouth and placed a little kiss on the sensitive spot beneath his glans, holding him upright with her left hand. Her rings sparkled in the morning light.
“I’ve never sucked a married man’s cock before,” she teased, and they both laughed. Then she pulled herself up and swung a leg over him. She was still wearing her sheer white nightgown, but no panties underneath. She quickly positioned herself over his erection and slipped down onto him.
He reached up and cupped her small, pert breasts; found her taut pink nipples through the thin fabric and massaged them between his thumbs and forefingers. They moved together in silent bliss for a few moments. Then she surprised him.
“Now that you’re a married man,” she mused, “I can actually really cuckold you for real.”
He gasped again, his eyes suddenly wide, as she added, “The textbook definition.”
It took her a second to realize that he had stopped moving with her. But it didn’t stop her from being mischievous.
“What?” she asked. “You don’t want to be kinky any more?”
“No, no,” he assured her. “I just thought maybe… on our honeymoon…”
“Uh huh,” she interrupted. “So, what, now that I’m an old married woman, you’re thinking I want nothing but missionary from now on?”
He smiled and closed his eyes. “No. I just thought maybe on our wedding night you’d like to me to leave my kink out of it.”
“Well, buster,” she said, placing her hands on his shoulders for leverage, “Wedding night’s over. And it’s not just *your* kink.”
“God I’m glad you married me,” he sighed, and shook his head. “Who would have imagined that Maddie Tolliver was such a vixen?”
Maddie smiled in agreement. She recognized that her lascivious side was hidden behind a good-girl facade. Of course, part of that came from the contrast between herself and her best friend, Alex. Alex, her bridesmaid, had come to this wedding with the express purpose of corrupting a handsome stranger, and had admitted last night that she had succeeded with Graham’s college-aged brother. Well, Maddie had her own dark side. Just last night, in fact, she had suggested to her own father that he ought to ask Alex out; or, more specifically, have a friends-with-benefits arrangement with her. What kind of good girl sets her dad up with a nymphomaniac?
And then there was her new husband, Graham. She didn’t even know the word “cuckold” when she stumbled across his perverse, submissive little fantasy of thinking about her with other men. But she really liked how he reacted to it. And now their sex was almost always accompanied by whispered role-playing, as she painted elaborate scenarios for him to imagine her with other men. Strangers. Neighbors. bursa escort Co-workers.
And now, she thought, his lanky little brother. Well, not so little, according to Alex. Alex had also described the young man as “vigorous,” and “skilled.” “He knew what he was doing,” Alex had said. And Maddie had been thinking about it ever since.
“So, let’s see,” she murmured. “Who’s cock is going to be the one that slides up into me and makes you a cuckold?”
He whimpered, gratifying her. She wondered how he would react when she introduced the idea of cuckolding him with his younger brother to him. And how and when she was going to do it. But at the moment, she was going to enjoy her pending orgasm…
****
Up the road in the hotel where the reception had taken place, the wedding guests and family members who had spent the night were trickling in to the dining area.
I had scanned the room when I arrived, but I hadn’t seen Alex. My daughter’s best friend and bridesmaid, the young woman with whom I was having a secret and kinky relationship, was probably still sleeping in. I wasn’t surprised. Who knows how many orgasms she had had last night. I only knew that the two that she had had with me, with her hands holding my head between her thighs, were the last two.
Well, hell. I didn’t even know that, for sure. That was the thing with Alex. She was insatiable, except when it came to allowing me anything more than performing unreciprocated oral sex. That’s what made her so irresistible.
Alex wasn’t there yet. But my ex-wife Julia was, sitting at a two-topper near the window with her friend Candace. She gave me a sly smile and a finger-wiggling wave, and I cocked my head in acknowledgment, while suppressing a sudden wave of dread. God, what if Julia had told Candace about my secret, my submissive side that I had impetuously shared with her last in night in a spasm of defiance? I hadn’t been thinking that far ahead. Candace was a big, brash woman, with a confidence and personality to match her size-20 figure. I actually always liked Candace, and found her attractive to boot, but that was before Candace got her in the divorce. Now, the last thing I needed was for a bawdy woman with no filters to know about my kinks.
I spotted Graham’s parents, my daughter’s new in-laws, seated at a four-top table. They waved at me and motioned me over. I gestured my acceptance and indicated that I would join them as soon as I went through the buffet line.
I picked up a plate, and was reaching for a scoop of unappetizing powdered eggs when I heard a voice say, “Good morning, Mr. Tolliver.”
I turned and locked eyes with Colin, my new son-in-law’s tall, boyish younger brother, a groomsman from the wedding. “Good morning, Colin,” I replied, immediately self-conscious about what emotions my face might be betraying. But he appeared nothing but polite, deferential, just a young man saying hello to a his new in-law, his new “elder.”
I smiled and even offered a simple, “Did you have a good time last night?”
“Yeah, I did, a lot,” he replied, casually. “Thank you.”
That caused an alarm to go off. He was *thanking* me? “Thank you?” I repeated.
“Yeah, I mean,” he shrugged. “I just… father of the bride and all, I just assumed…”
“Oh, oh, of course,” I bursa escort bayan said, and gestured with the egg spatula, as if to say “Don’t mention it.” Of course he didn’t know that I knew he had fucked a bridesmaid, my daughter’s best friend, last night. And he certainly didn’t know that she had then come to my room and had me lick his semen out of her. Still, I’m sure I looked flustered as I tried to hand him the spatula, turner first.
Fortunately, that’s when Alex rescued me. If you could call it that.
“Good morning gentlemen,” she said, popping up behind Colin, who beamed at her appearance. “Ryan, you know Colin, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” I said, automatically trying to shake his hand which was now holding the serving instrument. “Good morning again, Colin.”
“Good morning, Ry… uh, Mr. Tolliver,” he said, uncertainly.
“It’s okay,” Alex laughed. “I’ve known Maddie’s dad since I was a little girl. But maybe you should stick with Mr. Tolliver, Colin.” With those two sentences she made us both scowl.
And there she stood, with the two men she had had sex with last night, although only two of us knew it. Colin’s ignorance was bliss, I thought. Alex looked casually gorgeous. She was in jeans and a loose blue short-sleeved blouse, the kind with the wide elastic neckline that could be worn off-the shoulders, although she wasn’t wearing it that way at the moment.
It occurred to me that Colin was just as rattled by the fact that Maddie was five years older than him, as I was by the fact that she was about 27 years younger than me. And just as I enjoyed that thought, he said, “That’s a pretty blouse,” and reached out and gently pulled the neckline down over one shoulder.
Cheeky bastard. Alex just smiled, though. Probably allowing him to be forward just to fluster me. It was working.
“Colin, do you mind if I borrow Maddie’s dad for a minute?” she suddenly asked him, and then motioned with her head for us to step out toward the lobby. I followed her, still carrying my plate of eggs.
“So, are you wearing the cage?” she asked me quietly when we were out of earshot of others.
“Yes.”
“Good boy.” She looked over my shoulder to the buffet where Colin was filling a plate. “Did it get tight, standing there talking to the young man who had me last night?”
I sighed and nodded.
“So, do you want to get together Tuesday night?”
“Sure,” I replied, enthusiastically.
“Cool. Meanwhile, I’d like you to give me the key.”
That took me by surprise. She often had me in chastity the whole time we were together, but she never left me locked and keyless for more than a day. “Why?” I asked.
“Because it sounds like fun!” she laughed. “I’m taking off here in a bit, but it sounds like a lot of people are hanging out here at the resort this afternoon. A lot of *women.* I think you should have some fun. But not *too much* fun.” She poked my chest with her finger, but her eyes were fixed somewhat lower.
I shook my head, but I was fishing in my pocket for the key to the chastity device.
“So, you want me to flirt with other women?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. Whatever… well, not ‘whatever gets you off,’ but… whatever gets you frustrated and wild with desire between now and Tuesday night.”
“Jesus. escort bursa So you’re just taking advantage of me.”
“Uh huh,” she agreed. “But, you *like* being taken advantage of.”
I sighed and handed her the key.
****
“So, I saw you danced with your ex last night,” Candace said with a lowered voice, leaning across the table toward Julia.
Julia flushed a bit, but dismissed the comment. “It was a wedding reception. Everyone dances with everyone.”
“I noticed he didn’t have a date this weekend.”
“Yeah,” Julia replied, suppressing a smile. “I asked him about that. Turns out he’s in some kind of secretive BDSM relationship.”
“Oh, really?” Candace raised her eyebrows.
“Yeah. And get this… he was wearing a cock cage!”
They both blurted out a snicker.
“Well, well, well,” Candace mused. “You know, actually, I can see that…”
“That’s what I told him!” Julia said, still trying to keep her voice low.
“So, do you think his new paramour keeps him locked up all the time?”
“All the time?” Julia repeated, wide-eyed.
“Well, yes. I mean, I think that’s the whole point, as I understand it. You keep a man locked up, so he can never orgasm, never even get an erection… and he becomes really, really devoted about eating pussy.”
“Well, that would be a change.”
“Really? Ryan didn’t go down on you?”
“Oh, yeah, all the time,” Julia sighed. “It’s just that, I don’t know. It just got to be such a routine, such an expectation. Like, every time… ‘I’m such a thoughtful lover. I’m going to get you off first.’ But it was so automatic that it started feeling like something he was getting over with so he could get on with fucking me and cumming as quickly as he wanted. After a while, I just felt so much pressure to cum that it stopped being pleasurable.”
“Hmmm,” Candace commented. “But it was pleasurable at first?”
Julia chuckled and blushed. “Well… yeah.”
Candace looked out the window and sighed. “So oral sex became… perfunctory.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, it looks like his new girlfriend has solved that problem,” Candace smirked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, like I said,” Candace continued quietly, “That’s kind of the whole point of this ‘chastity’ thing. Take the male orgasm out of the equation. Make it all about the woman’s pleasure.”
“Seriously?” Julia asked. “And what’s the man get out of it?”
“Umm… again, from what I… uh, read about it, sometimes it’s like really, really extended foreplay. And then again, sometimes it’s just about the woman having all the control.”
“Hmmm.”
“Some men just like to be used.” Candace paused and watched her friend’s eyes. “I’ll bet you could get him to go down on you again without saying a word.”
“I don’t know. It sounds like a bad idea.”
“Oh, it’s a terrible idea,” Candace laughed. “Especially for him! C’mon, you owe it to yourself to do something completely stupid and fun.”
Julia was strangely silent, so Candace pushed on.
“Stop thinking of Ryan as your ex-husband, as your daughter’s father, as someone who you have this lingering history with. Let him just be this guy with a tongue whose dick doesn’t matter.”
“Hmmm,” Julia responded, pretending that she hadn’t been thinking that for the past 12 hours. “Well, it’s a thought.”
Candace lifted her coffee to her lips and took a sip, winking at her friend over the rim of the cup. “No time like the present.”
****
And that’s how I ended up spending the afternoon with my face between my ex-wife’s legs.