Necktie Party, Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The next couple of weeks seemed to drag by. Melissa and Tom were out of town on family business during that time, and Jen and I were left on our own to continue our "experiments". Melissa had said that we were welcome to use their garage, but somehow it just didn't seem all that exciting to do that without them present. We did some of our usual necktie play when in bed at night, but the excitement it engendered paled in comparison to what we had done with our friends, and what we anticipated doing during the next session with them.

We were both still aroused by my dream, and Jen liked nothing better than to lie beside me while I retold it, then mount my engorged cock just at the point where I had been lifted free of the ground and allowed to swing free. It was almost impossible for me to delay my orgasm until my dream self had his own while being strangled by the noose. Jen soon learned to lower herself onto my cock just at the moment where, in my dream, I was beginning to thrust my hips while releasing my first spurt. She had been fingering herself up to that point, and was on the edge of orgasm herself, and we usually were able to cum simultaneously. If she didn't find release before I did, it was usually no problem for me to maintain my erection long enough for her to find satisfaction also.

During our sex talk, both at night and during the day, she continued to hint at all the "fun things" that Melissa had been doing to Tom for some time now, and to "threaten" to do them to me if I caused her any displeasure at all. It was all I could do to keep from deliberately doing things to annoy her, in order to make her carry out her threats. I'm sure the anticipation of the unknown, and the chance it gave me to create fantasies, was better than the reality.

Finally the day arrived when our friends were to return home. They were to arrive on a Sunday, which was disappointing to us, since it meant that we would have to wait an additional six days for our next session with them. Jen related to me the conversation that she and Melissa had at work the next day, and told me that the pair was looking forward to "hanging out" with us just as much as we were. She said that there had been no opportunity to "play" when they were visiting their relatives, and both of them had lots of desire built up. Jen said that it promised to be a good time all around when we finally met in the garage.

Despite the best efforts of the calendar and the clock to delay the event, Saturday morning finally arrived. Many, many hours later, Saturday afternoon was at last there, and then many days later (or so it seemed to us, anyway) Saturday evening. We were fully fifteen minutes early arriving at Melissa's house, and we knew that she had been eagerly watching for us, since she opened the front door to greet us before we'd even stepped onto her front porch.

As before, we were escorted to the living room by our hostess and host, and seated on one of the couches there. We had brought wine again, and Melissa and Tom also had a bottle chilled and waiting, along with the expected tray of cheeses and crackers. Again we made small talk, which I had trouble following, as it seemed the others did also. The chatted about their trip and the weather, and Melissa made some references to her work at the hospital. Finally she looked directly at me, holding her glance long enough for the other two to become silent. She then got right to the heart of the matter, and had the immediate attention of everyone present.

She said, "David, Jen tells me that you had a very hot dream the night of your first visit to my garage. Why don't you tell us all the juicy details. Jen said it always make her really horny to hear you relating it, and Tom and I would like to hear it also." She paused then, waiting for me to respond.

I was immediately embarrassed by the thought of revealing something of such an intensely personal nature to Melissa and Tom, even though they were our good friends, and who even shared, or exceeded, our own preferences in sex play. I looked at Jen, hoping she'd rescue me, but she only said, "Go ahead, sweetie. Don't you dare leave out even a single detail, or I'll make you pay for it later."

The three of them were looking at me with eager anticipation on their faces, and I realized there was no way I could get out of it. Reluctantly I began my story, starting with the four of us walking through the woods, with me in the nude and my erection leading the way to where I would be tortured and executed. By the time I had reached the part where my legs had been tied widespread, and I had been stretched until only my toes were touching the earth, my cock was nearly fully erect. Judging by the bulge in Tom's trousers, he was affected in the same way as I.

Both Melissa and Jen were staring raptly at me, their lips slightly parted and their erect nipples showing through their blouses. Even though my wife had heard my tale many times by then, this different setting seemed to provide a new erotic element.

Finally I finished the part about the whipping, and told of Jen kneeling in front of me holding the knife blade to my sac. At that point, Tom began to shift his weight on the couch, and I knew that he was probably more aroused than any of the rest of us. His cock was obviously out of his undershorts, and sticking down along his right leg, because I could see the bulge there. Jen also made a point of looking at his bulge, making sure I knew what she was doing.

When Jen, in the dream, opened my sac and my swollen balls fell to the ground, Melissa's eyes became glazed over, and her breathing quickened. As I described how my wife had sliced through the thinly-stretched cords, Melissa's hands were clenched, and I was sure that she was imagining that she was holding the knife. By the time my story had reached the point where Jen had cut away my cock, made me kiss it, and then threw it in the underbrush, Melissa was openly rubbing her pussy through her pants. I was sure that she was intensely aroused, and could easily reach orgasm with very little additional stimulation.

As my story ended, with my body humping the air and my cum spurting from the hole in my crotch, Tom moaned audibly and his hand began rubbing his cock through his trousers. Melissa slapped his hand away, and said sharply to him, "Just what do you think you're doing?! Did I tell you to play with yourself? How dare you embarrass me in front of my friends! Now stand up and get undressed right this instant!"

As Tom hurried to obey his wife's orders, Jen turned to me with a severe look on her face and said, in very much the same tone of voice as her friend and lover had used, "You too! Get out of those clothes right now! If Tom is naked before you are, you'll suffer for it!"

I was by that time so aroused by my own story, coupled with my weeks-long anticipation of this evening, that I obeyed without thinking. I sprang to my feet, with my hands unbuttoning my shirt before I was even upright. Tom's head start of a few seconds was all he needed to be dropping his undershorts on the carpet before I had even removed my trousers. However, I did my best to hurry, and soon both of us were standing there in the nude, with the two beautiful young women smiling lustfully at our engorged cocks, which were both standing proudly at attention and jumping up and down with our excitement.

The women also stood, and Melissa said to me, "David, use your worthless little wee-wee to guide us to the garage. I'm sure it remembers the way from the last time it was there."

It obviously did remember the way, for without hesitation it pointed to the hallway, and then to the door into the garage that was at the end. I led the way, with Tom immediately behind me, and our wives following. The parallel with my dream was overwhelming, and I began to wish that the other man really were carrying a bag filled with the implements of my torture. In this case, though, I knew in the back of my mind that soon both of us would be feeling the nooses around our necks, and that any whipping and stretching would be shared equally. I couldn't wait!

As soon as I reached the door, I turned the knob to open it. From memory, my fingers found the light switch. Soon the room was brightly illuminated, and I saw once again the two hangman's nooses draped over the ceiling joists. A noticeable difference from before was that, instead of individual pieces of carpet directly beneath each noose, there was now a single large rug covering virtually the entire area. I walked directly to "my" station, and positioned myself beneath the noose, holding my feet together and my hands behind my back. Tom stood beneath the other rope, imitating my stance. We waited for our ankles and wrists to be bound, and for the session to begin. I was almost overcome with lustful anticipation of the night's events, and judging by Tom's stiffly erect member, my feelings were shared by him.

This time our wives lost no time in shedding their own clothes, and soon they were as naked as the two of us. Once again, I marveled at how nature could create two such perfect beings, and how they could possibly have any interest in things as ugly as men. When I looked at them, I wanted nothing more than to simply lose myself in their bodies, doing my utmost to bring them pleasure. When I looked at Tom, I saw just another man and potential rival. I've never understood how some men can have sexual feelings for others of their sex, but as long as they like it, then it's okay with me. I guess the best part about it is that it eliminates some competitors.

Melissa once again picked up the two lengths of clothesline from the bench, handing one to Jen. As before, the ropes were used to bind our wrists behind our backs. I expected that next our ankles would be tied tightly together, and was surprised when Melissa came back from the workbench carrying two long boards. They were each about 6' long, and maybe 2" wide, with the thickness being half that. Holes had been drilled close to each end, and 3' lengths of rope passed through them. I knew immediately that these were the "spreader bars" that Jen had referred to on an earlier occasion, and that soon my legs would be bound in a widespread position. I recalled with equal parts of dread and anticipation Jen's question about whipping "anything she found there". My brain said that I would soon be feeling pain like never before and that I should get away now. However, my cock overruled my brain, and insisted that I cooperate as much as possible to hurry things along.

I spread my legs as far apart as I could get them, and stood there waiting. When Jen saw what I had done, she smiled and said, "Anxious, are we? Don't worry sweetie. I'll get to the good parts just as soon as possible. Your little things will soon be providing lots of entertainment." She then knelt in front of me and tied one ankle to the spreader bar. It was obvious that I would need to spread my legs even farther before she could secure the other leg, and I tried my best to move it. Jen finally took ahold of the other ankle and pushed it firmly to the side, causing me to feel the intense stretching in the skin between my legs, exactly as in my dream.

As soon as my second ankle had been tied to the spreader bar, she stood and looked at Melissa to see how far along her lover was with the spreading process. Since Melissa and Tom had been doing this sort of thing for several weeks, if not months, they were more used to it. That "practice" showed in the fact that Melissa was already through securing her husband before Jen had tied my second ankle to the bar. The other woman smiled, saying, "That's all right, honey. You'll get faster when you've had as much practice as I have."

The other woman then walked back to the workbench, this time returning with two more short lengths of cord. As I was sure would happen, these were tied around our necks, and used to raise our imprisoned hands above our vulnerable butts.

Melissa then began positioning the noose around her husband's neck, and Jen quickly turned to me and did the same. Soon it was adjusted tightly around my throat, with the knot by my left ear. The women then began the process of stretching our necks until only the balls of our feet were left in contact with the floor. At that point, the ropes were tied to the bench legs as before, and Tom and I were completely helpless and in the total power of our wives. I was dreading what was sure to follow, and hoped that I'd be able to keep from embarrassing my wife and myself by losing my erection. At the same time, I was secretly hoping that what would be done to me would be very painful. As I've said before, there is no explaining the things that a man will wish for when he's overcome with sexual lust.

Melissa again picked up something from the bench, and by straining to look down, I could see that it was a long narrow box that had been gift wrapped. She handed it to Jen, saying, "Here's a little something that I bought for you, sweetie. I hope you'll enjoy using yours as much as I have mine." She then smiled broadly and waited for my wife to open the present.

Jen exclaimed in a pleased manner, and then began unwrapping the box. Soon she lifted out a black-leather whip that was a duplicate of the one that had been used on Tom and I during the last session. She looked at Melissa with love on her face, and said, "It's beautiful, and it's just what I wanted. I didn't know how I was going to be patient enough to share your whip, and couldn't bear the thought of not being able to whip him at the same time you were doing Tom. Thank you so much. You're just the best friend ever." The two women then spent several minutes hugging and kissing, with lots of caressing of each others breasts and crotches. It seemed impossible that anything could arouse me even further by that time, but the spectacle of them loving one another did just that.

Finally Jen pulled away and said in a breathless, lust-filled whisper, "I can't wait any longer. I've wanted to do this to him for so long, and now that it's about to happen, it's almost more than I can stand. Let's do it before my legs collapse on me."

Melissa laughed at her lover's obvious enthusiasm and arousal, then said, "Me too. I can't wait to see how David likes it when his precious little things feel the whip. I'm betting he'll lose that hard-on before the second stroke. I remember the first time I whipped Tom in front. His little dingus shrunk up like some dead worm." Both women laughed uproariously at that description, and I prayed to whatever gods there were that I wouldn't be similarly shamed.

At long last, Melissa walked around behind her husband, and Jen disappeared from my sight. I knew that she was now standing behind me, and that my long anticipated pain was about to happen. I saw Melissa raise her whip as high as she could, and knew she was looking beyond me where Jen was duplicating her action. I saw her bring the whip swiftly downward toward Tom's waiting butt, and then make contact with it. At that very instant, lines of fire erupted in my own ass, and I fought to cry out.

This was much worse than the first time, and I couldn't understand why. Then I had the sudden thought that Jen's new whip was probably not softened by the long use to which the other had been put. Before I had completed that thought, the second stroke ignited new fires in my backside. I could see that Melissa was just completing her second, and knew that the women were trying to maintain a cadence so that each man could see the whip fall, as well as feel its impact. I know for sure that procedure caused much more dread than I had felt in the first session, when I couldn't anticipate the strokes.

My worst fears were realized when I felt my cock began to soften. I knew that both Tom and Melissa were watching my reaction, and I could see that his penis was still very hard, if not harder than before. I struggled to make my traitorous dick obey me and remain erect, but with the impact of the fourth stroke, it shrunk even further than before. I was losing all hope when suddenly something seemed to "click" in my brain. At the time I had no idea what was going on, but now know that my brain had released a drug that allows us to deal with intense pain.

Not only did the pain lessen, but I could now look beyond the pain and feel the extreme heat that was descending to my crotch. As before, that heat became centered in my cock and balls, and to my extreme joy I could feel my erection returning. It was impossible for me to judge the expression on the other man's face, given the stretching of his neck, but I was sure I could detect disappointment there. I knew he was comparing his own complete loss of his erection when he was first whipped to what he was seeing now. However, I also knew that I couldn't feel superior just yet, since it was only my backside that was feeling the thongs at this time.

I don't know at which point it occurred to me that Melissa had stopped whipping Tom's ass, and had returned to stand between us. While I was expecting the next stroke of the whip, Jen joined her, and I realized that the first part of my ordeal was over. I heard Melissa say, while staring pointedly at my crotch, "I'm really surprised. I had no idea the little bastard could keep it up when you used a new whip on him. He must be a real pain pig."

Jen was also looking at me, and I could see the pride on her face. She replied, "Apparently the more it hurts, the more he likes it. If that's the case, then he's really going to like this next part." The two women laughed, and then each turned to face her husband, still holding their whips in their hands.

Jen looked deep into my eyes then, and silently mouthed the words, "I'm so proud of you. Try to get through this part too." She then looked over her shoulder, and upon seeing that Melissa was standing there with her whip raised on high, ready to seek out its next target, she assumed the same stance. In an instant, Melissa's, "Now", rang out, and I saw both whips descending as one.

I saw the thongs strike Tom's huge cock, and then seemingly at the same instant, felt them strike mine. Both he and I tried to cry out, but again our voices were muffled by the constricting nooses. Even as I struggled to form my first cry, Jen raised her arm and sent the second stroke crashing down on my pain-filled member. Again I saw Melissa's stroke connecting at the same time as I felt Jen's. It seemed as if the other woman were whipping me, and not my wife. I assume that Tom had the same feeling, since he could see my cock, but not his, which was the reverse of my experience.

By the time I had received the third stroke, I once again had the shaming sensation of feeling my erection begin to subside. As I struggled to maintain it, I could see that Tom's own cock was still monstrously erect, and maybe even bigger than before. I'm sure his face bore a smirk as he stared at my wilting penis, although it was difficult to tell because of the noose.

Jen was just raising her arm for the fifth stroke when once again I felt the jolt from my brain. I seemed to become instantly calm, and time to slow to a crawl. I watched Jen's whip descending slowly, and could see how each thong was straightened by its journey through the air. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the sensation of the thongs impacting my cock, and the immediate glow of a pleasant heat there. My heart seemed to swell in my chest with the love I felt for this woman who was demonstrating such great love for me, and I could feel my heartbeat speed up as I looked at her distended nipples and at the lustful expression on her face. I knew that she loved me, and that I loved her, and that what she was doing to me was nothing but her way of expressing that great love. I felt my cock begin to expand, and was sure that if I could see it, I'd know it was bigger than any erection I'd ever had. I longed for the next stroke of the whip, and wished that she could swing it even harder, and never stop.

I don't know when the whipping stopped, but it must have. I recall seeing Jen standing there, almost slumped over, breathing hard, and gazing at me with a sleepy look on her face. She was holding the whip loosely in her hand, with the thongs dragging on the floor. At that moment, Melissa walked up beside her, looking directly at my crotch, and exclaimed, "Jesus Christ! Doesn't he ever get enough?!" I realized then that I was holding my abdomen thrust forward as much as I possibly could, as if to beg for more strokes of the whip. In my memory of that moment, that longing for the whip is what I recall more clearly than anything else. If I could have formed the words, I'd have pleaded with the women to please, please whip it more, as hard as they could.

Melissa was obviously seeing Jen more clearly than I, because she asked, "Did you cum while whipping him, sweetheart?" Jen nodded weakly, then whispered in her husky voice, "Yes. I didn't even touch my pussy. It just seemed to happen when I saw that he was sticking his cock out as much as possible, almost as if he was begging for more. God, but that felt good!"

The other woman hugged Jen close and kissed her deeply. Finally she said, "That's what it's all about, my love. Men were given to us to use for our own pleasure, and that's what we're doing here tonight, isn't it?" Jen nodded weakly in agreement, then said, "I simply can't swing this thing any more tonight. His balls will just have to wait for the next time."

The women laughed together at that, but all I was feeling was an overwhelming sense of disappointment. I had been anticipating, and dreading, that part for so long now, and to have the experience denied me was almost more than I could bear.

Melissa then said, "Well, there's nothing wrong with my whip arm, and Tom's waiting for me. Are you strong enough to stretch him a little for me while I whip his nuts?"

Jen nodded her answer, then walked to where she could once again pull his rope downward, lifting him to the tips of his toes. As she pulled, Melissa began whipping her husband's balls with every ounce of her strength. I had by that time cooled off enough to allow me to watch what was happening, and again saw the other man's face begin to darken and his eyes and tongue begin to bulge. As his hip thrusts began, the first drops of cum spurted from his cock. Jen released her hold then, and I heard Tom draw in a ragged breath that kept him from blacking out. Finally his orgasm subsided, and he hung weakly from the noose, supported by his rubbery legs.

As he was released from his imprisonment, and lay on the floor recovering, I was overwhelmed with jealousy. I wanted to scream my rage at being denied my whipping, my craving for it, my absolute, overwhelming need for it. The more I fought to form the words that would cause my punishment to continue, the less I was able to draw breath.

Finally the women noticed my distress, and Melissa asked, "Do you think he's earned the right to cum, or should we just leave him hanging?"

Jen pretended to take pity on me, saying, "Oh, he's been a good boy, so maybe I'll let him do it just this one time. The next time, though, I'd better not see his little wee-wee shrink like it did tonight." They laughed at the joke, and then Jen walked toward me. I was sure she was going to masturbate me as she had done at the first session, but just as she put out her hand toward my aching member, Melissa said, "Wait a second, honey. Since David's proved himself to be the better man, I think that maybe Tom should do the honors, don't you?"

Jen looked back at her, then said, "Yes. I'd like that. I've never seen two men doing that sort of thing, and it'd be fun to watch it now." I can remember the shock I felt at that moment, knowing that my wife and her friend were going to make the other man masturbate me as I was hanging, unable to resist in any way. Again I tried to voice my need for my wife to whip me until I climaxed, but could not do so.

Melissa and Jen both helped Tom to his hands and knees, and then they urged him to move toward me. As he approached, he was looking at my stiff member as if it were a poisonous snake. I was sure he was just as reluctant as I to engage in this sort of sex play, but in truth he was just as powerless as I to disobey his wife's commands.

Finally he reached my position, and then reached up to take my penis in his hand. Melissa slapped his hand away, saying sharply, "Not that way! Do it like you really want to. Use your mouth."

He raised his face to her then, with a pleading look. I knew that he was very reluctant to place my cock in his mouth, and I could see his hesitation stretch on and on. Finally Melissa said, "Either suck him off or I'll never again bring you to this room. The choice is yours. Either I'm in charge, or you are. Make your choice right now." Those sentences were delivered in a quiet, low voice, and everyone present knew that she was deadly serious. This test of wills would be won by her, or their sexual relations would stop at that point.

With no further delay, Tom raised his face to my crotch. By straining my neck to its utmost, I could see him open his mouth, and then felt my cock engulfed in a wet warmth that felt wonderful. Jen had performed oral sex on me no more than half a dozen times in our married lives, and that more than ten years in the past. This was the first time since then that my penis had been in another person's mouth, and it had never been in a man's mouth.

I was revulsed by what was happening, and by being so powerless to prevent it. I pulled my midsection away as far as possible, but he merely moved his head to follow. Soon my penis was inside his mouth for almost its full length, and I could feel his tongue begin to caress it. I tried to force myself to not feel what was happening, but simply could not. The incredible stimulation I'd received this evening, combined with my overwhelming need to cum, soon forced me to acknowledge that his mouth and tongue felt good. Not only good, but very good. In fact, with every passing moment, I couldn't help but make the comparison to Jen's pussy. I would never admit it to anyone, but it's very true that what I was feeling at that time was in every way more stimulating that the feeling provided by a vagina. I suppose if a vagina had a tongue to lick my penis, then it would compare favorably, but otherwise would not.

Without my conscious knowledge, my hips begin to undulate, thrusting my cock in and out of Tom's mouth. My last awareness was of the two women standing there watching raptly, their arms around each other, with one hand on the other's breast, and the other hand buried in the other's crotch. That sight was the final straw, and my orgasm began. Pain is too simple a word to describe what I felt then. My poor cock had been whipped viciously just a short time before, and as my cum spurted into his mouth, Tom bit down. I simply can't describe the sensation now, other that to say that I've never in my life cum so hard, and so long. I'm sure that my balls were still emptying when I passed out.

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To say that I passed out is probably too strong a statement. In truth, I did retain a small degree of awareness. I distinctly remember staring at the light fixture in the ceiling, and marveling at the circular rainbow that surrounded it. I recall the rainbow growing larger, and the light pulling away from me, and now know that was when I was released from the rope and lowered to the floor. I remember faintly the cords being untied from my neck, and then from my wrists. I remember lying on my side, in a fetal position, as I sought to avoid letting my ass touch the floor, and to protect my penis from further punishment.

Me first clear memory is of hearing Melissa say to Jen in a pleading voice, "I'm the only one here who hasn't cum yet. I need you Jen. Please." As I looked up, she was settling to the floor, flat on her back, and Jen was moving beside her, facing in the opposite direction. In a single movement, my wife lowered her head to her lover's aching pussy at the same time as she swung one leg over her head. Melissa immediately reached up and urgently pulled Jen's crotch to her eager tongue, and the two women began to lick each other with enthusiasm.

Melissa's orgasm seemed to start as soon as Jen's tongue found its home. Her moaning was muffled by Jen's crotch, but her bucking abdomen left no doubt as to her release. When the climax was finally over, I expected to see them get up, and was surprised when the mutual oral stimulation continued. I had no other focus than what I was witnessing. The love and passion for one another that was being demonstrated was truly a thing of beauty, and I think I could have watched it forever.

I have no way to know how long it was before I heard the soft moan in Jen's throat that always signals her approaching orgasm. In about a minute after the first moan, she was in the throes of a full-blown climax, and that seemed to be the signal that Melissa was waiting for, for she also began to buck her hips wildly as her own second release overwhelmed her.

With the tension of the moment broken, I looked around at my surroundings. Tom was still on his hands and knees, staring raptly at our wives as they hugged and kissed. I could see his tongue moving around inside his mouth, followed by a swallowing motion, and was sure that he was still dealing with the deposit I'd made several minutes earlier.

Finally the spell that had been cast on us that evening was lifted, and we returned to reality. The women stood, and then Jen lifted me to a crouching position, on my knees. Melissa helped her husband to stand at almost the same moment, and as his legs momentarily closed, he groaned and whimpered in pain. She looked at me, then said, "I think you should see what's in store for you. Don't get up just yet."

She led Tom the couple of steps for him to reach me, and then ordered him to spread his legs. She said, "Look at his balls, David. See how they're starting to swell? Watch this." As I watch, she poked his sac with one finger, and was rewarded by a sharp cry of pain. I saw how he instinctively flinched away from her probe, and immediately dropped his hands to cover his crotch, hoping to protect it from further investigation.

Before his hands had blocked my view, I had indeed seen the swelling evident in his testicles. They certainly weren't "as big as baseballs", as Jen had once said, but they were definitely larger than they had been only an hour before.

Melissa continued, "By morning, those things will be so sore that he'll be unable to sit, and he'll walk with a limp. When yours get whipped next time, they'll be lots worse off, since they haven't been 'hardened off', so to speak by previous whippings. I've been doing him for a long time, but I can still remember his first session, and how he was literally sick to his stomach with the pain. You'll probably be the same way before much longer. I'm sure that Jen can hardly wait to do it to you, right sweetie-pie?"

Jen was standing close to her lover then, with her arm draped possessively over her shoulder, and laughed deep in her throat. She said, "I'd do it right now if my arm weren't so damned tired. You're right that it's going to be difficult to wait to get him spread again, and let his little nutties feel momma's whip. Let's get together again just as soon as possible."

Melissa laughed at the enthusiasm Jen had expressed, then turned to kiss her again. Finally she said, "We'll make plans tomorrow for the next session. Right now, I'm sure we're all exhausted, and bed sounds pretty good." Jen agreed with her, and reaching down to take my hand, she pulled me to my feet. The women quickly dressed themselves, and we walked to the living room where Tom and I had shed our clothing.

As soon as we were again dressed, Jen and I headed for the door, stopping just inside it to say our good-byes. When I reached for the doorknob to leave, she said to me, "Honey, you haven't thanked Tom for helping you cum. Don't you think you should do that now?"

I was completely surprised by that suggestion, and was unsure how to respond. Finally, as the other three stared at me in silence, I muttered a low, "Thank you." Jen looked at me sternly and said, "That's hardly a nice way to thank someone who's just sucked your cock. Now say 'thank you for sucking me off, and I hope I can return the favor very soon'. And you'd better say it like you mean it, or you'll be sorry."

Again the three said nothing. I finally realized that I had no choice but to comply with Jen's command, so I looked directly at Tom, trying not to see him, and said, "Thank you for sucking me off. I hope I can return the favor very soon." He said simply, "Any time." I saw Jen and Melissa looking at one another with mischief in their eyes, and had a foreboding feeling about the next session.