A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06

Part 6 -- Teamwork

My wife, Kelly, and I were dressed for a party. Her dress was deep red and silky with a long slit moving up her left leg toward her inner thighs. If she wasn't careful, her slit would part and you could see her bare vulva. I kept glancing at that sliding window of cloth as she got ready.

"Is it too much?" she said.

"No, it's perfect," I said.

"It might be hard to dance in. Someone will get an eyeful."

"Isn't that the point?"

She smirked. "Yes, it is. Maybe I won't be too careful tonight. Maybe, I'll flash everybody and they can see how eager my pussy is to get filled."

Damn. My wife was beginning to relish her role. It began months ago as I grew attracted to Lena, the Marketing Director at my company. She seemed to encourage my crush. She even called me her, "Gentleman." But her efforts increased when she saw my wife's picture on my desk. That seemed to seal my fate. My wife's curly auburn hair, her soft curves, and light freckles across her nose and cheeks seemed to captivate Lena, who was tall, athletic, with dark hair.

Soon, the two of us were invited out, and as my wife met John, Lena's husband, a former college soccer player, she seemed to grow fonder of him every day. Kelly responded to his flirtation and appeared to relish his quiet confidence. Over time, my wife became more sexually impulsive with me. It seemed his attention turned her on greatly and he even instigated it a little, all to my benefit.

But we soon learned ...

... that Lena and John were far ahead of us in sexual roleplay. Kelly -- accidentally, I thought -- followed Lena to a private room at the dance club and watched them in a scene of dominance and submission that seemed to flip a switch in my wife. It wasn't long after that we were drawn into their circle and finally initiated as their property. For the past weekend, Kelly and I had endured all manner of ecstasy as Lena and John helped us cross over into their inner circle. Kelly and I were now their pets and I was a caged cuck lovingly mocked by my wife.

I relished it. I didn't want to go back. After the exquisite humiliations I had experienced over this time, I couldn't imagine going back to my job in IT. I couldn't picture my wife and I alone in our living room watching TV. Not without my face between her legs sucking out a load of fresh cum. It was going to be a tough transition. Part of me wished that John and Lena could just keep us in their play room as real pets. Fed, and petted, and disciplined forever.

Kelly said, "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking about tomorrow aren't you?"

I nodded.

She came over to me kneeling on the floor. I was in a dress shirt and gray slacks. My cage was all I wore underneath. I had grown comfortable with it. Plastic and transparent, it seemed to express how I felt -- my face pressed against the glass wishing for what could be on the other side.

Kelly touched my cheek.

"We're going to have to work it out when we get ...