To Quote Hemingway - Sex Stories

To Quote Hemingway

... crafted Patricia’s curves and perfect proportions. Between Patty’s amazing hips was a tiny trimmed triangle of dark hair. Rob’s hazel eyes lingered on her pussy. They had now arrived at the “cage” in the corner of the bedroom. Rob looked up to see the man who had carefully groomed him for his current role. Dave Potter was shackled by leather cuffs and tied to the chrome bars that made up his bedtime cage. His arms had limited movement, but he could reach between the bars about a foot before the cuffs restrained him. The walls behind Dave Potter were clad with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The smoky mirrors reflected the investor’s flabby naked middle-aged body. Potter’s failing sagging flesh was a gross contrast to Robbie’s toned athletic sculpted muscular masterpiece. Little wonder Patty didn’t want to fuck him. The pale pudgy husband shackled to the chrome bars was wearing a stupid looking Cheshire cat grin. It seems in spite of it all he was giddy? Robbie was bemused by the concept. About the billionaire’s middle-aged waist, amongst the folded flaps of excess fat, was a belt affixed with a cuckold’s cock-lock mechanism. The Plexiglas cock cage was coated with dried cum. Rob almost chuckled at how pathetic his über wealthy employer looked. Obviously the poor fellow had been unable to control himself as young Robbie had licked, fucked and received oral sex from his sexy trophy wife and her gorgeous young blonde bisexual friend Anja. The young man shook his head. He was ...

... befuddled. How could you be that rich and powerful and end up shackled inside a cage while your wife cuckolded you? It made no sense. Rob looked down and had to control the physical revulsion. Robbie tried to block out the desire to pull away by thinking of the money. Dave’s pudgy white skinned hand had reached out between the chrome bars. Robbie steadied his body. He felt the collar dig into his neck pulling him closer towards contact. Robbie looked at the trophy wife holding his leash. She was so gorgeous it was almost unreal. And yet she was as cold-hearted as a witch. How could you cuckold and humiliate your husband like this Robbie wondered. The blonde Anja rose from the bed and approached barefoot. Her long golden-blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. She was as tall and gorgeous as the sexy brunette wife only ten years younger. The Swedish beauty wore a grin and nothing else. Anja’s athletic swimmer’s body could still take away Robbie’s breath. Her breasts could hypnotize they were so firm and perfect. The most delicate bubble-gum pink nipple topped off each of Anja’s rounded firm mounds like a cherry topped cupcake. The stunning young blonde mewed as she curled her body into Patty’s. Anja ran her slender hand over her mistress’s taut rounded ass. Her other hand reached out to stroke Robbie’s jutting nine-inch cock. “Dave darling.” Patty wanted her husband’s attention. He blushed and lifted his eyes from the floor. “You can buy a trophy wife. You can buy the most beautiful blonde ...