The student
The waiter was just out of earshot when the man spoke. “Well that was something.”
“You’re not kidding.”
“How did you find him?”
“I posted on a couple of sites—specific ones. I didn’t want to put up with the bullshit on the other ones.”
“That had to be his first time right? He seemed a little nervous.”
“Him? No, he’s not a virgin.”
“No, his first time as a bull.”
“Oh, that. Yes, definitely his first time. He was more nervous about you wanting to have sex with him than he was about performing in front of an audience.
“Well I did . . . sorta. Cleaning him twice wasn’t nothing.”
“I meant fucking. He didn’t orgasm with you anyway.”
“You’re too greedy to let that happen. (sigh) Whatever. He was balls deep in my mouth. Hard to call that not having sex with someone.”
”Yeah, I was going to ask you, how long have you been working on that?”
“What, my deep throat? A couple of months. The trick is to brush the back of your tongue with a toothbrush. Go longer and deeper and over time you can defeat your gag reflex.”
“No thanks. Besides I don’t really have to worry about that do I?”
“There’s always the bull . . .”
“This kind of thing isn’t going to happen often. I wanted to give you a present for our anniversary.”
“That’s in October.”
“My, how you forget. On Tuesday it will be six years since I put you in chastity.”
“That’s right. I’m so glad I came up with the idea.”
“I?”
“Hey, when I came back to you I knew you were bent on being a keyholder—which means I knew exactly what I was signing up for—it was my choice.”
“Just like getting your cock head pierced so you can’t cheat the device was your idea?”
“Sure.”
“It’s remarkable how some guys like to fool themselves into thinking that they are still running the show.”
“I know, right?”
“If I even had a vague idea of the next time I was going to allow you a release I’d tack on another month just for lying.”
“What’s another month . . .”
“How long has it been?”
“One hundred and thirteen wonderful days.”
“Good for you.”
“Good for us.”
“I am lucky.”
“Don’t you know it. So I was curious when we met on Thursday, why him? Then this afternoon when he dropped his pants . . . Jesus.”
“Amazing right? He says it causes him all kinds of problems.”
“Like what? Girls constantly wanting to fuck him? Must be tough.”
“No really. He told me that he’s never had a girlfriend and the few times he’s had sex he’s been just a novelty fuck . . .”
The man laughed, “The chemistry student with the python dangling between his legs—step right up folks—take a good look.”
“. . . and we didn’t do anything to change that. He’s in physics anyway.”
“Thanks for that detail. Hey, I wasn’t the one who picked him. I wouldn’t worry. You gave that guy a fantastic gift. He just fucked Mrs. Robinson three times. He’ll remember this afternoon for the rest of his life.”
“So will I.”
“Did he ever say how big?”
“More than ten inches when fully erect and more than eight flaccid. He said it’s hard to find pants, do athletic stuff—there are times when he accidentally sits on it—and he hasn’t—hadn’t ever been balls deep in a woman.”
“Are you sore?”
“Not really. His cock never really got super hard. Once he was inside me it just kind of conformed to me in a way. It gave me a nice . . . full feeling. Besides, you did such a nice job of warming me up.”
“Well, I couldn’t let him continue how he was doing it. Hopefully he took some notes.”
“It helps to have your cock locked up though doesn’t it?”
“I would still eat your pussy just as well as I do now.”
“No you wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“Forget about it.”
“Seriously. I would.”
“Fuck off. That’s so not going to happen.”
“What if I said that I didn’t want this anymore? What if I said that I wanted a free swinging dick?”
“Are you trying to kill my buzz? Because you’re doing a really good job if you are. I’m changing the subject.
The waiter drifted by the table and asked if they were ready to order. They declined. As soon as he pivoted away she quipped, “Speaking of menu items, how was the cream pie?
“Nice. There’s a good chance he just heard that. But if you must know—I’ve never had one I didn’t like.”
“So, he tasted good?”
“Hard to say. It tasted wonderful. I mean there’s him, there’s him and you, and then there’s you. All three times were in you, so I never really had . . . him.”
“You wouldn’t mind getting it straight from the source at least once would you?”
“Guilty as charged.”
“Is that why you’re frustrated with our friend at home?”
“A little. Getting sucked off by a guy doesn’t mean you’re gay or even bi—at least not in my book—getting sucked off by a guy means that you like getting head and I know he likes it when you blow him.”
“I’m not sure your logic holds up. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. We seemed to have plateaued with him anyway. It’s been what, four times?
“Seven.”
“We could move on. I’m not sure I need a regular anyway.”
“I thought you liked fucking him.”
“I do but it’s not that great. Tonight was better. Besides, I enjoyed watching you suck him and I’m with you—if he’s not going to let you do that then I think we should find someone who will.”
“Are you becoming a size queen?”
“No. But fucking a kid less than half my age and giving him the sexual experience of his young life was very satisfying—on many levels. I have to be the greatest piece of ass he’s ever had. And to be honest I’ve never come so many times from just a dick.”
“You’re the greatest piece of ass that any man who has ever been with you has ever had.”
“I knew I brought you on this trip for a reason.”
“Back to our friend at home—are you sure you want to move on before we’ve lined up a replacement?”
“You like being cuckolded don’t you?”
“I do. And I have to say at the beginning, when we first started—or maybe it was just until the experience this afternoon—it was more about the power exchange than the physical experience. I mean seeing another man have you is amazing, but to me the bigger thing happening is the disparity, the unspoken, “I’m having sex and you’re not” or “He’s having what you can’t have.” Today the physical nature, maybe because he’s so young and so hung, almost equaled the higher level stuff—but then because the physical was so remarkable the power exchange kicked up a notch too. I mean there's no way I can compete with someone like him. Does that make any kind of sense?”
“I think so. Especially if I look at it through the eyes of someone who for the most part is denied physical pleasure where he’s most equipped to receive it. Whatever the case, I quite enjoy fucking other men for you.”
“Your callous bitchiness is incredibly sexy.”
“Just me being me, darling.”
The server, perhaps sensing the couple was doing some intimate accounting let them dine leisurely. Hours later they decided to clip the evening short and return to the hotel. Just inside the door the woman had the man disrobe. With his clothes loosely folded and placed on a chair he stood and patiently waited instruction. She asked him to see his trick with the toothbrush. When the man walked out of the bathroom, mouth full of toothpaste, he stopped in front of the woman and then watched as she opened their half of the adjoining door. She locked eyes with the man. Without averting her gaze the woman gave a light rap with a single knuckle on the remaining door. Two clicks later the door swung open. The student was on the other side, naked, clothes in hand, flacid cock arced slightly at the base and then hanging straight down easily past mid-thigh. The woman looked down and smiled, then reached out, grabbed his member and led him into the room by it. Without surrendering her grip on the student, she leaned over and kissed the man on the cheek and then whispered, “I’m glad you like being cucked. You’re going to sleep over there tonight while I have some more fun with my friend.” She slid her free hand down to the small of his back and gently guided him through the open doorway. The man took note as he brushed past the student how much cock was left over despite his wife gripping it in the middle with her full hand.
After the door clicked shut behind him the man heard the bolt thrown shut. It was just him and a clean room, fresh sheets. No cell phone. No clothes. No shoes. No pussy. Even the TV had a parental lock on it.
The next morning the sounds of their lovemaking roused the man from deep sleep. He listened for a while but grew tired of waiting, hoping for the rhythmic murmur to stop—so he took a shower and brushed his teeth. He then slid a chair over to the adjoining door, laid down a fresh towel and took a seat. A full length mirror allowed him to admire himself and to work on his gaze of impatience.
When the door finally swung open it was the student, not his wife who greeted the man. Without hesitation the student stepped up to the chair, crowding the man’s space. He then shifted one leg on the outside of the arm to better position himself so the man could clean. The man leaned in and lost himself in his duty. When he finished the student’s cock was once again, standing at attention. The woman, having taken up audience in the open doorway, urged him on, “He’s all yours now. I’m spent.”
After twenty minutes all the cock had for the man’s hungry mouth were dry heaves and a single pearl of cum. The wife laughed at his disappointment as the man rubbed his aching jaw and wondered how many orgasms it took to drain a twenty year-old.
By the time they left on Tuesday morning their trip had been interrupted three more times by long visits with the student including a long, languid, final fuck that pushed the couple well past their checkout time. Fully clothed the man sat on a chair at the edge of the bed and watched them spoon fuck, amazed that she could take something so large, and in awe of the beauty of it all—the dark triangle of hair sitting on top of her shaved lips that we’re so forcefully parted—everything glistening with sweat and the fluids of their love making—the heavy breathing and the moans coming from his wife that he knew so well.
When housekeeping knocked the man jumped up and ran interference. Before he sat down again he disrobed. Once they finished he cleaned both of them up quickly but carefully, taking care when licking the red swollen tender parts of their sex. Minutes later the three walked out having not showered. The miffed look on the housekeeper’s face was quickly replaced by surprise and shock when the undeniable scent of sex followed them out of the room.
Down at the valet the woman made a show of kissing the student goodbye while the man waited in the car. Miles later she looked over at the man, “How would you feel about this becoming a regular thing?
“This? You mean cuckolding, or are you talking specifically with him?
“With him.”
“Baby, we can’t afford to come up here often.”
“What if he came to us?”
“How would that work?”
“You know that odd looking office building just down the street? The one that’s set back from the road pretty far?”
“Not really.”
“Yeah, you do. It’s just a half a block down from that open lot where we buy our Christmas tree every year.”
“Oh, yeah... okay. The blue-green glass one?”
“Turns out that’s an engineering firm. Turns out our physics student has an internship there this summer. He starts at the end of May. Turns out he hasn’t lined up a place to stay yet.”
The man weakly attempted to buy some time, “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying he’s going to live with us and you’re going to spend the summer watching the two of us fuck like rabbits. Since I work from home and he’ll just be down the street I imagine there will be plenty of days he’ll come home for lunch. What did you call it when we were still fucking? A “nooner”, right?”
The man was rendered speechless so she continued, “Our student is a lot kinkier than you might think. He wants you to go the whole summer without coming. He says from the research he’s done that the more horny you are the less likely you’ll be trouble for him. He wants to hold your key when he stays with us. I told him that's sounds wonderful.”