Necktie Party, Chapter 7

Chapter 7

My cock rebelled for almost two days following the events described in the last part of the preceding chapter. It hurt all the time, with a constant aching, burning sensation that would not allow me to forget it at any time during my waking moments. Even when I was able to sleep, the damned thing dominated my dreams by sending images of it being tormented in the flames of Hell.

That sort of thing wouldn't have been overly disturbing to me, given the things that I now found sexually arousing, but what was truly frightening was that it simply refused to achieve erection. Jen told me at a later time that Tom was unable to get hard for a few days after he'd been tortured, and had then experienced multiple orgasms in a short period of time. It was comforting for me to learn that, but at the time it first occurred, it caused me nothing but fear that maybe my cock had been damaged beyond recovery, and that Jen would no longer think of me as a man.

I believe it was fully three days later, when I awakened on Wednesday morning following the Saturday-night session, that I knew the thing was stiff once again. The feeling of relief and joy that swept over me then was something I'll never forget, and I was tempted to start playing with my cock to see if it could still ejaculate. I was able to resist that temptation though, because one of the "rules" that Jen had laid down for me was that I never again jack off unless so ordered by her. Even though I wasn't allowed to play with my favorite toy, I was still very relieved that it was once again in working order.

Jen was having her menstrual period during that week, and as was common for her, had no interest in sex. I don't know how that time of the month affects other women, but with her it causes a complete collapse of any interest whatsoever in marital relations, whether "normal" or S&M related. That was probably a good thing at that particular time, because it would have been particularly shaming to me if she had been interested, but I had been unable to perform.

Her period was over by the end of the week, and as was also commonplace for her, her interest in sex seemed to be redoubled from what it had been before. All day Saturday, she complained because we could not go to Melissa's garage that night. There was a get-together scheduled then for the nurses at the hospital, and since Melissa was one of the officers of the group, she had to attend. Over and over, Jen described the things she wanted to do to me, and some of them were pretty extreme. Rather than scaring me, they seemed to increase my own excitement also. I was hoping that we'd have a really fun time on our own that night, even though it would have to be here in our own home.

We decided to go out to dinner that evening, knowing that if we didn't get out of the house, we'd rush right to bed. Even at that, we were both distracted during the meal, having trouble following any sort of conversation, and constantly gazing at one another like love-struck teenagers. After the meal, we decided it would be a waste of time to go to a movie, or indeed do anything other than go straight home and get in bed. So we did.

As soon as we were in bed, Jen told me to lie on my back. She lay close to me, on her side, and started to fondle my cock. It certainly didn't need the stimulation, since it had been at least semi-hard all day, and completely erect since we had left the restaurant. She immediately showed that she was still thinking of the last part of our last session, when she said, "Tell me again how it felt when Tom was sucking your cock." We had discussed that topic before, and I had made the mistake of telling her how good it felt when he used his tongue while my cock was in his mouth. I wasn't particularly interested in that subject, but knew there would be trouble if I didn't answer her truthfully.

I replied, "The feeling of his tongue running over my hard-on, and the way his mouth was wet and warm, made me think of a pussy with a tongue in it. It was especially good when he licked the head of my cock." I stopped then, not really wanting to continue along that particular line anymore. She wouldn't be put off, and introduced a very similar topic.

"I'm sure that only a man can give a good blow job, since he would already know what feels good. When Melissa is licking me, the feeling is simply incredible. She knows exactly where to use her tongue, how much force to use, and how long to do it. It'd probably be the same way with two men. You know what feels good to you, and so that's what you'd do when sucking off another man."

She continued, "There's simply no way that a man could lick a pussy as good as a woman can. Tom does a pretty good job, but that's because Melissa has trained him. When you do it, it feels good enough, but it certainly can't compare to her efforts, or even Tom's, for that matter."

She was silent then, and I was simply befuddled by what she had just said. She seemed to be telling me that Tom had performed oral sex on her, and maybe more than once. I was torn between feelings of jealousy and arousal. I simply can't explain how any husband could find sexually stimulating the thought of another man performing oral sex on his wife, but since I'm writing this as a sort of "confessional", I feel compelled to confess that's exactly what I felt.

She continued with that line of thought by saying, "I know that you're somehow put off by the thought of giving Tom a blow job, and I have to admit that I can't understand why. I can't imagine being disgusted by having Melissa's head between my legs, and mine between hers. It just seems so natural, and feels so good, that I'd think you would want the same thing with Tom. Can you explain it?"

I recognized the logic of her opinion, and sought for several seconds to find some way to express my feelings to her. Finally I said, "I don't believe that I can explain it, other than to say that such a thing simply doesn't sound at all exciting to me. Maybe it's because of the opinions of others that were expressed when I was growing up, or maybe it's something entirely different. I guess that what puts me off the most is the thought of him cumming in my mouth. I think the taste and consistency would probably make me sick."

She chuckled, then said, "It certainly didn't seem to bother you when I fed your own cum to you last Sunday morning."

I instantly recalled when she had done that, and remembered thinking at the time that the taste really wasn't all that bad. I tried again to express my feelings of being put off by having another man's semen in my mouth. "I'm sure Tom's cum would taste much different than mine. Besides that, it was your pussy that I was eating, not his cock, and that made all the difference."

She raised up on one elbow, and in the dim light in the room, I could see her amused expression. "Sweetie, you've been eating Tom's cum for a couple of years now. You've never complained about the taste before." At the shocked expression that surely crossed my face, she began to laugh softly.

I could barely contain my surprise and shock at what she had just revealed, and blurted out, "What do you mean? I've never in my life done that to another man, and certainly not in the past two years."

Again she chuckled, then said, "My dear husband, Melissa has been letting me use his cock for a long time. I've already told you that I've been part of their sessions in the garage, and that he's given me oral sex. Surely you didn't think it would stop there, did you?"

As I thought about the implications of what she'd told me, I was again consumed by feelings of jealousy, quickly followed by an intense arousal. I couldn't erase the image of Tom lying on his back, his monstrous cock sticking straight up, and Jen slowly lowering herself onto it. In my mind's eye, I could see the thing disappearing into her wonderful pussy, and then hear her cries of joy as she reached new heights of ecstasy. I knew that I should be angry with her, but simply had no such feelings whatsoever.

Finally I asked, "How long have you let him do that?" She replied, "As I said, it's probably been about two years. I really didn't mark it on my calendar, you know." Again she chuckled, and I could tell that her own feelings about her infidelity were certainly not in line with mine. She seemed to regard what she'd done as just another part of the lifestyle of a sexual being.

I gathered my composure enough to ask, "When you said that I'd been eating his cum, did you mean that there were probably some traces of it in your pussy when I licked you?" I was hoping that was indeed what she meant, for the alternative seemed to me to be too much to accept.

She continued to look directly at me lying there in confusion, chuckled again, then said, "I'll just start at the beginning, and that should answer all your questions. I've always liked to come to bed a couple of hours later than you. I guess it's just one thing that's different for us. There's certainly nothing wrong with going to bed early, which you've always seemed to prefer. It's just that I'd rather stay up later."

"I'm sure you know there were lots of times when I came to bed I was wanting some screwing, but you were asleep. It didn't take me long to find out that if I'd just play with your cock for a couple of minutes, you'd get aroused. I've never known at just which point you actually woke up, but it never mattered much. Even if you were sound asleep, your dick would still stand up for me. All I had to do was guide you just a teensy bit, and you'd do whatever I wanted."

"It was certainly nothing unusual for me to visit at Melissa's house in the evenings, and to find that you'd already be asleep when I came home. What you probably didn't know then was that those 'visits' were usually lovemaking between Melissa and I, or sessions in the garage with Tom. I used to feel guilty about sneaking around like that, but a long time ago came to realize that I quite truly needed that sort of contact with them, and that it probably made our own marriage much more stable."

"During one of the sessions, Melissa and I got to talking about the variation in cock sizes among men. I think I said something about never having seen many of the things, since we'd been dating steadily all through college and got married right after graduation. She said that she had lots of experience along those lines, since her job as a nurse afforded lots of opportunities to check out men's equipment."

"She then said that Tom's penis was quite a bit above average in size, and that was one of the things that attracted her to him. She said that with a little instruction, he became reasonably good at using the thing, and was now a pretty good fuck. I know that my interest was showing by then, so she asked if I'd like to give him a ride. We'd been going at it pretty hot and heavy, and I guess I was turned on, so I said 'why not?' As I remember, we were on her bed then, and Tom was in the living room watching TV. She called him in, told him to get undressed, and that was that. We fucked for a long time really, since he wasn't as aroused as I was. When he finally shot his wad in me, I knew that I was addicted to a big dick."

"I stuffed a handkerchief in my pussy to keep his cum from running down my leg when I walked home, and as soon as I got here, I got ready for bed. You were already asleep, and I very carefully got into bed and tried to get to sleep myself. All the time I was lying there, I kept thinking over and over about his cock, and how good it felt in me."

"Finally, I got so turned on that I couldn't help myself, and put my hand on your dick to see if I could get you interested. You were already hard, which was the case most of the time when I came to bed. It didn't take much effort from me to get you hot, and when I pulled your head to my breasts, you began to lick and suckle them. I hadn't intended for it to happen, but I just couldn't stop myself from very gently pushing your head lower and lower. When it was at my crotch, I pulled out the handkerchief and spread my legs."

"I'll never forget how incredibly hot it made me to know that you were eating another man's cum out of your wife's pussy. I could feel you licking me, and then hear you swallowing, and I knew just what it was that your were finding there. When I finally had an orgasm, I think I must have nearly crushed your skull. By that time, you were fully awake, and as your reward I stroked your cock a few times so you could come in your undershorts."

"I remember asking you if you liked what we'd done, and you sleepily replied that you did. Then you said that I must have really liked it too, since I was lots wetter than usual. It gave me a special thrill to hear you say that, because I knew that the wetness wasn't all mine. After you'd fallen back asleep, I lay there a long time thinking about what I'd made you do, and came to the realization that I'd always been in charge in terms of our sexual relations. It seemed as if you just needed to be guided when it came to sex, and I made up my mind that from then on it'd be a case of, if I wanted to do it, then it'd get done."

"Ever since then, I've made a point of saving Tom's cum for you to eat when I got home. I'm sure by now you've probably swallowed gallons of the stuff as you licked and sucked on my cunt. So you see, sweetie, there's really no reason for you to feel that way about getting the stuff straight from the tap, as it were."

I was way beyond forming a coherent sentence by that time. Part of me wanted to get dressed and leave right then. Another part wanted to fuck her as hard as I could to re-establish my rights as her husband. Another part wanted to drag her to Tom, watch them fucking, and then lick and suck every single drop of his cum out of her pussy. Those contradictory actions had me locked in almost a state of paralysis, and I simply couldn't deal with them.

After waiting for a long time for some sort of response from me, Jen finally asked, "Do you have anything to say about all that?"

By that time in our relationship, I was too much in her control to do anything like leaving her, and I knew that implicitly. There was simply no way for me to survive without her, regardless what she chose to do with me, or to me. That left only two courses of action, and I knew that the best fucking I could give her would never convince her to change her nature, which seemed to crave the stimulation and satisfaction she found with Melissa and Tom. With only the one choice remaining, I finally yielded to reality.

I said, "I love you too much to do anything other than accept everything you've told me. If you've been fucking Tom, it's because you need what he can give you. I want you to have anything you want. I'd never tell you to stop, and if you want me to clean your pussy afterwards, just say the word."

She finally lay back down on the bed, reassured that I sincerely meant what I'd said. After a couple of seconds she asked, "Is there anything you want to ask me about being fucked by Tom?"

That got right to the heart of the matter, for there was definitely something that I needed to know, and I was sure that virtually any other man in the world would have exactly the same question. "Did you enjoy his cock more than mine?"

I heard her chuckle softly, and then she said, "Melissa said that'd be your first question. Apparently that very subject is foremost on every man's mind. I can answer it like this. You probably remember the beer commercial that has two people arguing whether the stuff is better because it tastes great, or is less filling. As for the 'tastes great' part, I'd have to let Tom answer that one. When it comes to 'less filling', though, you win hands down."

"I know that you've been checking out his cock every chance you get, and it's easy to see that his is quite a bit bigger than yours. It's not so much the length as it is the diameter. When he puts it in me, it gives me a feeling that I didn't know was possible. There's no way to explain it to a man, but a woman would know exactly what I mean. His cock just fills me to the brim, I guess, and it's an incredible feeling. That's why I've been using his dick every chance I get."

At that point, I simply could no longer contain my arousal. I turned to her and hugged her fiercely, then begin kissing her wildly. As soon as we broke the kiss, I began kissing, licking, and suckling her breasts. As I began to move my head toward her crotch, she whispered, "Not yet honey. It's too dry for you."

She then placed her hands on my shoulders and indicated that I should return to my face-up position. I knew immediately what she wanted, and lay back as quickly as I could. She then straddled my crotch, guided my cock with her hand, and lowered her body to impale herself on my penis.

As she rocked back and forth, she began to talk softly to me, saying, "Fuck me now. I want you to shoot every bit of your cum in my pussy. Get it nice and wet for my husband, so I can take it home and feed your cum to him. Hurry."

It was obvious to me that she didn't need anything additional from me to get her pussy wet, since it was already steaming hot. That didn't matter, though. As soon as she told me about bringing her cum-filled pussy home to be cleaned by me, I began to spurt. All the jism that I'd stored for the past six days came fountaining out of my cock. I pumped every last drop into her, and then stopped my hip movements. I knew what was to happen next, and wanted it as quickly as possible.

The second she raised up to release my cock from its wonderful prison, I placed both hands beneath her ass and pulled her forward to my mouth. Even before she had settled into place, I was lapping wildly at her soaked slit. I must have seemed like a starving man to her, because it seemed that I couldn't lick and swallow fast enough to satisfy my appetite.

I don't know when I realized that she was moaning deep in her throat, and whispering to me, "Lick it out of me. Do it. Tom filled me with his delicious cum, and now you have to get it out of me. Hurry. Suck another man's cum out of your wife's pussy. Swallow it. Eat it."

Her orgasm burst over her then, and as it happened my cum was forced out of her by the spasms. Again I had the perception of her ejaculating in my mouth, and as her engorged clitoris touched my lips, I had the instant thought of Tom's cock being in my mouth. Rather than disgust me as before, that thought was now just neutral. I still had no desire to do it, but it probably wouldn't make me sick if Jen ordered it, as I was sure she would.