A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06

... smiled, toasted his glass toward me, and sipped his drink.

When I looked up, I caught Marisol's eyes. She shook her head in disbelief. I glanced around and noticed that Luiz, Casey, Doug and Nola were gone. I scanned the dance floor but couldn't see them.

Now I was standing with Terrance, Paulo and Marisol. The other drinks stood on the table, abandoned.

Marisol nodded knowingly at me. She wrapped her arm around Paulo's shoulder.

My face flushed with embarrassment. I felt my dick pressing against its cage. I felt lost and alone. I didn't have Lena's strong presence to comfort me. I knew that John would protect Kelly. I knew that Lena wouldn't let anything happen that wasn't consensual. But all I could think about was me.

Why couldn't I watch?

That realization hit me hard. I wasn't afraid for Kelly near as much as I was afraid for myself. I didn't want to miss seeing her, watching her, hearing her. I was missing out on whatever was happening downstairs.

Maybe they were just having drinks and talking. Or maybe she was on her knees sucking off Doug while Nola watched. Maybe Casey was there to test his wish? Maybe they were all watching John give her those mind-blowing orgasms like he did their first night. Would they all see her shiver and shake in complete abandonment as I did? And why didn't Lena want me there?

I felt tears in my eyes. I blinked them back as I saw Marisol look down at her phone and nudge the other two men. They turned away. Marisol ...

... looked back over her shoulder. She nodded to the table, telling me my place was there. She turned her head forward again, shaking it and laughing. Terrance laughed too and literally rubbed his hands together.

I stood for many agonizing minutes. As people came up to ask about the table, I nodded to the full drinks and made excuses that they were all out on the dance floor. It was a lot of work and apologizing, as I politely asked for everyone's patience in the crowded club. The only time I had trouble, a man tried to just take over the second table. Suddenly, I was aggressive and stood my ground. I told him, "You don't want to do that," and to my surprise he backed off. I had been given orders to save these tables by my Mistress. I wasn't going to fail. I would do anything for her. Even wait quietly while my wife joined six men and three women downstairs at a private party.

Finally, my phone vibrated. I practically jumped at the sensation. I'd been hard for half an hour, defending the table. A server came by and I ordered another round to buy time.

I opened the message. It was from my wife. It was a picture of Kelly's face -- a close-up of her lips, which were completely dripping with cum. The text below said, "Cum downstairs" with no punctuation.

I blinked. A man walked behind me and snickered. He must have seen the picture. I pressed the phone against my chest. I felt heat in my face. My body was literally shaking. I felt a ache in the pit in my stomach. But I also ...