Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 3
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A soft, warm glow from the bedroom lamp poured out into the hallway and served as a beacon as I led Sarge to the open doorway. The long, black leather leash wound tightly around my palm creaked intoxicatingly with each flex of my hand and served as a reminder of my dominance and connection to his carefully-bound scrotum.
As I strode through the familiar entrance, my turgid member led the way, having been drawn out through the fly of my trousers by our guest a few minutes earlier. I wondered how the Mrs. would react to seeing her husband in such a state, with a glistening string of precum already swaying from the taut plum of my circumcised tip.
Sitting with her legs crossed lady-like in the red leather armchair casually reading an illustrated version of the Kama Sutra, she looked up and smiled, seeing my aroused state and the visitor I proudly escorted. She later confessed that I resembled a Roman conquerer returning from a battle with vanquished prisoner as my prize. Her eyes sparkled and roamed the form of the man beside me from head to toe, being sure to let her gaze linger on the erect, meaty staff swaying above his captured testicles. A healthy drool of precum began to spill from his cock, as well, as he stood “at ease” in front of her.
The black push-up corset she was wearing contrasted well with the red leather of the chair and mimicked the darkness of her shoulder-length hair. It allowed her beautiful C-cup breasts to rest fully exposed above the upper hem of the supporting garment. Admiring her sitting there, I fixated on her well-proportioned tits and the two lightly-colored nipples capping them. Instead of being a chestnut brown or garish pink, they were only a few shades darker than her surrounding flesh and seemed to give off a muted, sophisticated glow. She knew my obsession with them and used that to her advantage every chance she got.
With her legs crossed it was difficult to tell if she was wearing any panties (but I knew that she wasn’t). The dominant leg displayed her toned, pale thigh with just a hint of buttock, and covering both legs were high-end black silk stockings that ended just above her knees. On her feet were her prized red stilettos, ordered from Italy just for this occasion.
After carefully placing a bookmark, she laid the Kama Sutra atop the end table to her left and placed both arms on the armrests of the chair, looking very much the madam that she was.
“Good evening, sir. I’ve been anxiously expecting you. I hope you don’t mind, but I tried to keep busy with a bit of light reading. Are you very familiar with the Kama Sutra?” she asked, seductively glancing over at the erotic manual she had just put down.
He nodded in the affirmative.
“Then you are must also be familiar with all 64 positions mentioned in it.”
He smiled and shook his head, then took the index finger of his right hand and drew the number “18” on his chest.
My wife smiled knowingly. “It’s good to know that we have a TRUE aficionado who is aware that although there are indeed 64 modes of intimacy described in the book, there are only 18 true positions listed. Well played, sir. Did my husband give you a proper greeting and welcome you warmly into our home?” she inquired, her fingers strumming the armchair.
He nodded.
“Good ... good. Then everything is clear about the expectations for the evening?”
He nodded again, and with a flex of his thighs, his cock throbbed skyward, releasing a heavy droplet of precum from his foreskinned tip.
“My my! You ARE are well prepared for the task at hand now, aren’t you,” she purred, and then looking at me asked, “Did he confirm that it’s been a week since his last cum, dear?”
“He did indeed, sweet, and upon closer inspection,” I replied, pulling upward on the leash to bring his corseted scrotum into clearer view, “it did appear that these tightly-bound nuts are indeed fully ripe.”
She smiled at the conclusion of my vivid report and presentation, and slowly, seductively uncrossed here legs, reveling to our guest that her loins were as bare as his, and that the freshly-shaven snatch she had been concealing up to this point was flush with a noticeable sheen of feminine moisture.
Going a step further, she carefully stretched each leg, and then displaying graceful flexibility, draped them atop each arm of the chair in a spread-eagle fashion, displaying her sacred wares provocatively to me and our guest.
Both of our cocks flexed hungrily as we took in the sight of the beautiful woman before us.
“Since I’m certain that my husband rudely forgot to offer you an appetizer when you arrived, you can see I’ve prepared my own amuse-bouche,” she said, rotating her hips upward so that her gash was even more clearly visible, “ ... Honey, would you mind your manners this time and please serve our guest?”
My throat was dry, but the words, “Yes, dear” somehow escaped.
I looked to my right and saw that Sarge was clearly fixated on the delectable treat that he was being offered.
“Thatta boy, now show the lady how well you follow instructions,” I whispered, and began tugging gently downward on the lead. Sarge quickly took the hint, and without removing his eyes from her, sank submissively to his knees.
“Look how he obedient his is, dear,” I smiled while petting his velvety head.
“Yes, very well trained,” she concurred, grasping her breasts in her hands and giving them a good squeeze for our enjoyment. “Now why don’t you lead him over so he can have a proper snack.”
With the black leather leash already partially unwrapped from my palm to accommodate his new position, I bent down and wrapped it a couple of times firmly around the very base of his cock and balls, so that it resembled a cockring. Then, passing the lead back between his legs, I brought the leather strip across his taint and the crack of his well-muscled ass, and then along his back. When it reached shoulder level, I slowly began pulling it taut, causing his straining cock to bend downward uncomfortably. With the veins in his thick member bulging, I began wrapping the lead around his neck, making sure that he could still breathe quite easily. With the remainder of the leash wrapped around my fist, I presented our bound visitor to the Mrs.
“Oooh, just look at that beautiful cock fight against the lead, honey. It wants to stand tall and erect, but when it does, our visitor feels it tighten around his neck ... such a dilemma.”
“Don’t worry, love, I think his reward, and yours, will be well worth a little bit of discomfort,” I replied. Tugging at the lead, I whispered, “Down on all fours.”
He immediately fell forward onto his arms, and was soon in position.
“OK, now keep your eyes on that sweet cunt and start forward,” I instructed, leading him as he crawled across the carpeted bedroom floor. Glancing rearward, I could see the bound cock between his legs pointing directly behind us in what must have been an uncomfortable position ... his unsheathed head turgid and purple.
When we reached my wife’s armchair, I pulled back on the lead, causing him to stop about a foot from her well-displayed pussy. “That’s good enough, sir ... Let’s stay right here a minute and take in the view,” I instructed, as my own free cock continued to throb and leak.
“Do you like these sweet lips, Sarge,” purred the Mrs., bringing one hand down from her breast and using its fingers to splay her outer labia. “I can assure you they are much softer and more inviting that those crude Fleshlights we saw you training with in the video ... And this nice juicy hole,” she continued, letting a finger slip inside her clutch, “is much warmer and responsive.”
He gasped a bit as his flexing cock involuntarily tugged on the leather wrapped around his neck. To relieve the pressure, he arched his back deeply to lessen the discomfort of the leash burying itself deeper in the crack of his ass.
“Bring him in closer and let him sample her aroma, darling,” she instructed.
Heading her wish, I led him nearer until he was a mere two or three inches from her moist gash.
“Thatta boy,” I growled, “ ... breathe her in deep and get used to that scent like you did with me.” He heeded the instructions and repeatedly filled his lungs to the brim with her rich musky pheromones. All the while his haunches rocked and gyrated as his cock fought against the restrictive leash.
Reaching out, the Mrs. rubbed his head to establish her dominance, as he looked up longingly into her bright blue eyes. “Thatta boy, Sarge ... Drink it in. Drink in what the man holding your leash enjoys on a regular basis. I’m curious ... did your training prepare you for being bound in this way?”
He shook his head in the negative.
She grinned. “It’s always good to experience new things, isn’t it. And that’s exactly what we decided to do when we chose to have you join us here tonight ... Try new things. For one thing...” she continued, despite seeing the longing in his eyes to bury his face between her legs that instant, “my husband has never enjoyed a man on his cock.”
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