The Wednesday Before:
“Tribute me, Mack, show me your seed. John will show me his on Saturday. I know he will. He will rub his cock for me and I will watch him. You know he has a handsome cock. You have seen pictures of it.“
Mary’s timing and intonation were excellent. John was watching the video Mack had uploaded into the drop box last night.
She was killing Mack with her tease. She had stopped sucking his cock when his testicles pulled up tight. He was preparing to cum. He had never wanked in front of Mary before but there’s always a first time.
There are a lot of firsts with John involved, Mack thought.
He stood at the end of the bed with his dick wet from her mouth. His thighs were tight and he was as walt as he could ever be.
Mary purred, “Why, Mack, I think you want to cum for me… now that I’ve made you hard. I like tasting your cock but I’m not tasting it anymore tonight. Tonight you finish it yourself. John would finish his if he were here. I would watch him, too. You know I would. I‘ve never seen any man do it before in person. He will be my first unless you tribute me now. He would cum for me, you know. He is the kind of man who wants to give me what I want. He would look at my pussy and my nipples and he would pump his cock for me. You will pump your cock for me if I ask you, too, wouldn’t you? It is what he would do if he were here. He would want to please me. You do, too, don’t you? You want to be the first man to shoot on these tits, don’t you?”
Mack could hardly believe his ears. Mary had never been this expressive before. Never ever. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped his shaft towards Mary. He was no masturbation virgin. He had been doing this since his first erection thirty years ago. But he had never masturbated in front of anyone until now. And if John was going to watch this video of him and Mary, by God, John was going to be impressed by Mack’s wank. It was a two–fold mission: impress John and cum on Mary’s tits.
All over those motherfuckin’, son-of-a-bitchin’ tits, he thought. Mack’s sailor language was in his head when he was in heat and he was Hades hot right now.
He cupped his balls with his left hand and pumped with his right.
This feels motherfuckin’ good, he thought as he looked at Mary.
Where she got the strap-on he had no clue but she looked fucking hot stroking it. You would think she had been masturbating her own cock for thirty years: she was so good on the stroke with a little twist under the edge of the shroom. She must have picked that up from the videos today.
She had her Tommy Gunn dildo that she waved towards him. She held the balls in her hand and encircled the base of it with thumb and forefinger. She wriggled it like a man would do his own, letting it wave in the air. She teased her lips and face with it, too. She was talking so damn sexy.
Who the fuck is she crossed his mind several times.
“John is going to have his cock in his hands, you know. He will stroke it for me. Will you? Which one of you will go all the way for me? Which one of you will tribute me with your seed? I think he will, don’t you?”
Mary slipped Tommy Gunn into her mouth and fucked her mouth with the shroom while she stroked her strap-on. Mack could not believe how wanton she looked. His orgasm was close, so very close. His two eyes de-focused and his third eye, the one just above the eyebrows, took over his brain.
Mary placed Tommy between her thighs so Mack would see the strap-on and Tommy next to her pussy. Mack had fucked Mary several times before with Tommy. It was always good sex when Mack shared her with him. But it had to be driving Mack crazy to see her with two cocks so close to her pussy.
Her left hand went to her nipples. She pulled and teased them to erection. She knew Mack loved to watch her play. She was giving him the full show. Audio-visual, show-and-tell, she seductively flexed her body while she masturbated her strap-on and twisted her nips. She wanted him to see that all of this was just as arousing to her as to him. She would take her orgasm from Mack later; right now it was all about his.
Mack pulled on his ball sack and then fingered each testicle. With his tightened scrotum, he could not separate them. He was closer to an orgasm than he thought he was.
“Give me your cum, Mack. Shoot some hot seed on my nips. I will rub your cum on them just as soon as you do this for me. John would do this. He would shoot his cum over them and I would rub his semen over the tips. If John were here and if he shot his cum on them first, I would take his cum off my tits and I would spread it on your cock. Would you like that? I would coat your cock with his cum and then have you fuck my pussy deep. If he cums on my tits, you will put his seed into my pussy. I would like that. I think you would, too. You could put it so deep in me. Your cock would be the tool that puts his sperm inside me. His sperm would swim inside waiting for yours to join in."
Mary continued to purr, “If he is first, I might coat your cock with his cum. If he tributes me, I might tribute him by sucking his seed off your cock. The best gift you could give me, Mack, is letting me lick his seed off your cock.”
Mary plucked Tommy from between her thighs and let the head of it slide between her lips. Show-and-tell or tell-and-show, whatever it was, it made Mack pump faster.
That was it. That was the visual. This was the moment. Mack stroked as fast as he could; he thrust his hips toward Mary and splashed his load onto her chest. Six times his honey spurted on her tits. He pumped his cock to get out all his seed and onto Mary’s tits.
Son-of-a-bitch.
Mack could not believe how good that felt. He let go of his cock and watched it twitch and spasm a few more times to empty him completely. He squeezed his balls in case there was more. Mack knew John would appreciate this wank. It was a good one. He would be jealous that Mack had come on Mary’s tits.
Nothing like counting coup on another man.
Mary was startled by his first shot. She thought she might get more notice. But it was all good as far as she was concerned. Mack had been impressive and Mary was impressed. She should have done this a long time ago. There was something satisfying and sexy about making her man cum like this. She set Tommy aside and looked down at Mack’s cum pooled on her tits.
“Hey, sailor, I see you had a good time,” Mary giggled and scooped some of Mack’s cum on her fingers. She held his honey up to the camera, saying, “John, Mack was first. Now I get to lick Mack’s cum off your cock.”
Looking up at Mack to tease him, she licked her fingers clean.
Mack edited the video to end at that point so John never saw how the rest of evening went. Mary and Mack kept the rest of the video private.
John was absolutely impressed. Mary never once humiliated Mack. Instead, she had turned it into a competition; just the kind of thing that would make an alpha man rise to the challenge. She was very good and it was obvious she loved him. John wished he was Mack at that moment.
John typed out his new challenges for the couple. The first challenge was public orgasm. They were free to choose who would have the orgasm and how it was accomplished but it had to be in a public space with other people present but not necessarily watching. The second challenge was copycat exhibitionism in Sculpture Park. Mack and Mary would flip a coin while strolling through the park. The winner would choose one of the sculptures and the loser was free to choose how revealing he or she would be for a picture. After the pic, the coin would be flipped a second time to see if the picture taker had to copycat the photo just taken. This created a bit of tension in the selection of the sculpture and tension in the amount of revealing that would occur. Three different sculpture poses were required making a total of six pictures possible.
John also asked if Mack was free to go shopping with him. John said he wanted to help Mack with some details about dressing for Saturday night. Could they meet at John‘s apartment for lunch? Mack replied that he could be there at 11:30.
Mack was eating pineapple and drinking tea for breakfast when Mary came downstairs. Over Mack’s tea and Mary’s coffee, they talked about how they could accomplish each of the challenges. It was Wednesday so there would not be large crowds regardless where they went. Mack preferred the Sculpture Park Challenge.
Mary preferred orgasms with Mack over most everything else. Public orgasm was different. She was a little unclear as to how to do this specific challenge until Mack pointed out that sex in the car was an easy way to do this but there were other kinds of transportation that might make this sexier. Buses and the light rail train were an example; the rooftop parking garages also had an appeal. There was unknown risk in both ideas so they left it open to talk about it later in the afternoon.
After Mack left for work, Mary stripped off her clothes and inserted her butt plug. It was easier to insert today and more comfortable to wear. She walked nude around her house and paused at each window to strike a pose. With eighteen larger windows and two smaller ones, it was a vicarious memory of yesterday.
Her phone rang. John was calling. Mary stood nude at the patio door and picked up the phone. They talked about yesterday’s escapades and the video before John gave her a personal challenge. She was to tour one of the clothing optional resorts in the area and send him a photo. How appropriate, she thought.
John’s place at 11:30 AM
Mack rang John’s buzzer at 11:30. He answered with a cinnamon-colored woman on his arm. Large breasts, tight clothes, beautiful face, a sexually-charged brown-sugar angel if ever there was one. She was a clothes horse, too. Her outfit snugly draped her body giving her an enticing hourglass silhouette. She was abundant in all the right places. Rich gold hoops and bangled loops hung upon her arms, around her neck, and dangled from her ears. Mack was fascinated that her large breasts appeared to be cinched together with a belt. The golden buckle was centered at the top of her breasts and looked like a medallion. The effect was to pull her breasts up, together, and push them forward. One breast had a circular outline and it appeared to be a piercing; as if it was a single hoop of some type. It made him curious.
“This is Angelica.”
Angelica ignored Mack’s outstretched hand and stepped in for a hug.
“A friend of John’s is a friend of mine,” Angelica said sincerely and pressed her body into his.
“John was telling me that we need to dress you for dinner Saturday night.”
John nodded. “Angelica is our shopping guide today.”
“Shopping guide?”
“Angelica has a gift for determining the correct clothing sizes for a man and she has accessories to accent a man’s look. Angelica knows you are having a marriage adventure. She helps me from time to time. If you and I are to fill a specific role as husband and lover who share the same woman, we should dress the part. While you will be her ‘sharing husband’ and me her lover, we will not want you to look like a cuckold. “
Mack sensed a challenge in John’s words. “I can hold my own, I think.”
After the words tumbled out of his mouth, Mack realized what he said wasn’t exactly what he meant. Angelica started to laugh and John smiled.
Mack shook his head with that I-can’t-believe-I-just–said-that look.
“Ok, I didn’t mean it like that.“
“We know. Don’t worry. Let’s go in the other room. She has a few things laid out for us to look at.”
Three large suitcases were stacked in a corner, the high table was set for lunch. The work surface and another table were loaded with jewelry and clothing. Mack admired John for his preparation. He certainly had a gift for staging an event. This was no exception.
Angelica had Mack stand still on the exercise mat while she measured around his neck and down the length of his arm. She knelt to measure his inseam and she brushed against his cock to move it aside. She wrote down the measurements and then looked up.
“Mack, let me help you remove your shoes so we can see how you stand on your feet. You can hold my shoulder for balance.” Angelica touched John’s calf and John let her slip off each loafer. Her hands explored the shape and length of his feet and then encircled his ankles, testing the hardness and strength of the connection between foot and leg. Then she stood up.
“Allen Edmonds, for John. Size 11 1/2 What color would you like?”
“You can tell what size shoe I wear by feeling my feet?”
“It’s a gift. I will do the same with your other measurements in a minute. I start with a tape measure and write down the common measurements because that is what men expect I will do. But we are dressing you for a special event. We will want you to look like a million bucks and for that I need a sense of proportion that tape measures cannot provide. Mack, I will use my hands to feel you from head-to-toe. This gives me a sense of you so I can tailor items to best fit your body. Shirts, collars, sleeve length, torso, thighs, and rump, I will be choosing material and lengths that hug you but do not restrain you. Will you mind if I touch you?”
Mack looked at John with a question in his eyes and John grinned. “Yes, she can. It is truly a gift, almost an art. Other tailors will take a number of measurements with tapes and rulers but Angelica does this only with her body. It is an experience to remember.”
“Do I just stand here?”
“I might push and pull you a little bit to test how your body moves. If there is any tightness, I may knead or massage a muscle with my fingers. Just let your body respond to me. You may find it easier if you close your eyes.”
Angelica reached up to Mack’s head and began to run her fingers through his hair in long strokes from front to back. Her nails gently explored the shape of his head and felt the little bumps he had. Her touch made Mack cognizant of each of her fingers and how they explored the very texture of his head. She then held each side of Mack’s head in both hands and gently bent it from side to side and twisted it slightly. Because of his height, Angelica pressed against his body and Mack could feel her breasts and her hips against him. Mack willed his body not to respond. Angelica was not available to him.
I am married, he thought.
Angelica encircled Mack’s throat. “I’m checking neck size and flexibility. John, please write down Plus one and a half, slash four point oh.”
Her fingertips moved to his face and followed the ridges of his brows and nose and ears. She smoothed his cheeks and tested the resiliency of his skin to return to its normal shape on his face. One fingertip traced the contours of his lips. He could feel her breath on his neck and her chest on his body.
This was a hell of an experience as far as Mack was concerned. If it had been any other time or any other place, Mack might have resisted her touching him; but this was John’s place and John was likely giving Mack some type of experience for a reason. Mack was committed to letting things happen as John intended them. It had been all good so far with John.
Angelica moved her hands to his shoulders and explored his broad back and chest. She had him hold his arms out and she wrapped her arms around his torso in a hug and then moved her hands to his waist and encircled it.
“Mack, you will need a gladiator cut. “
Mack had not heard that expression before but he had been told that his size and shape were in larger proportions than most men. He knew what she meant.
When Angelica hugged his torso, Mack did not have enough will power to prevent his biology from reacting. Biology being what it is, it responded by tenting the front of his trousers.
Sliding her hands across his chest as she went and apparently oblivious to her effect on him, Angelica moved behind him. She embraced him again and pressed her tits against his back as she ran her fingers across the front of his chest and over his arms, feeling his muscles, his bones, and the shape of his torso. She squeezed his biceps, testing their density and size. Satisfied with his chest and torso, Angelica began to stroke his back in long sweeps of her hands to feel the contour, the length and breadth between his neck and butt, and then she had him stretch out his arms again as she ran each hand up the side from mid-thigh to his arms.
“I’m checking your contour for symmetry and size. John, please write down 2 left and 3 right.”
Angelica slid her hands down the backs of Mack’s legs as she knelt down. “Mack, I will touch your manhood in a minute to feel its proportions and to test how it moves within your trousers. If you are uncomfortable with that …or if you become uncomfortable with it… just say so. Before that, I will feel your glutes and test the shape and size of them. I will test the space between your thighs - just under your package - for room also.”
Mack had not been touched by another woman like this since he had been twenty-four years old and had had a one-night stand in San Diego. He had not intended to cheat on Mary but sometimes things happen with boat drinks, beaches, and bikinis.
Mack had a sweet memory of a beautiful woman. He was mindful of his behavior ever since and he avoided conditions that might lead him to regret his behavior. This was one of those conditions he would typically avoid but with John present, nothing was going to happen. At least he hoped not. If it did, he would have to stop it. Mack was in for a pound on this one as long as John was present.
Taking Mack’s silence as assent, Angelica cupped his buttocks in each hand and made circles to massage them. Caressing and squeezing each cheek, Angelica tested the firmness by pulling and pushing on them and then she reached between his glutes to feel his package.
“I’m going to get very personal now. Let me know if it is too personal for you.”
She lightly lifted his balls in her hand and she felt him stiffen a little more. She tested how much room there was between his balls and the seam between his thighs. Reaching farther forward from behind, she grasped his cock and stroked him to ensure he was hard. Then she moved his cock in small circles by rubbing his enlarged head from left to right in his trousers.
Angelica removed her hand from his cock and stood up. Moving around to Mack’s front, Angelica looked at John and said , “I think I can help him with everything he needs.”
She turned to Mack, “Mack, you have a great package but you are wearing the wrong underwear and the fabric of your trousers does not allow your manhood to move about as well as it should. Are you wearing Calvin Klein’s? I can tell you are slightly more than eight inches in length but it is almost not noticeable. Unless a woman is touching you, she would neither know how aroused you are, nor would she know the size of your cock.”
“I am married, you know. Other women are not an issue for me. How did you know I wear CK? “
“It is a gift, Mack. If we are to have you be the GQ husband on Saturday, we will need to choose different underwear, different trousers, and perhaps some intimate jewelry. With your size and the space between your balls and thighs - no rhyme intended - you could wear Hardwear cock rings easily enough.”
Mack burbled. “What? Wait. Where did that come from? John, what should I know that I don’t?”
“John, do you want him to wear the cock ring during drinks or put it on afterwards?”
“Afterward, when we leave the bar, I want him to wear Body Tech low-rise boxers with his suit. His wife will think it stunning and it will show off his package really well in public and private, especially in a light weight suit pant that clings tightly to his thighs and blouses slightly around his groin area.”
Mack looked at Angelica. “I want what he said even if I don’t know what that is.”
“You’re the boss. What about cock rings?”
“Let’s try one on him. Mack, are you okay with that? “
“Hmmm, I’ve never tried one so I guess so. What do I need to do?”
“Get soft. Think you can?”
“Uh, maybe?“ Mack looked at Angelica.
“My measurements are complete.”
“Then let’s have lunch and rest a bit. Would four fingers of Belle Meade Bourbon help, Mack?”
“Two helpings of that would guarantee it!”
Angelica laughed good-naturedly at the torment that Mack was going through. “Sorry, Mack.”
“Don’t be sorry. Best tailoring measurements I ever had.”
“I am glad you said that ‘cause if you had better, I would want to go there myself just to compare.”
Over lunch, they talked about the sex life of elephants and John’s adventure travel trips. John explained that he was alone in his travel pictures because he was with married women known to the general public. They wanted more sexual experiences than they had at home. The wives would often ask John to make some specific sexual adventure available to them and John would choose the location and ensure it was a safe experience. John confided that most of the women were over 50 and held prominence in their field or community.
One woman had become First Lady after her husband had been elected and another had run for the White House herself. Many were women executives in non-governmental organizations. This was ‘bovis a vita’. The Life of a Bull. John did not take money from his clients. He had plenty of that already. John just asked that they pay expenses and send him a gift to remember the experience, if they were comfortable doing so. His apartment was full of their gifts. Many of them not on display.
“And they do not pay for your services?”
“My expenses are covered but evidence of a successful liaison is really the payment I want.
Mack appears ready to try something on. Mack, are you read to drop your pants and expose yourself? Angelica, would you choose the right size of a horseshoe cock ring for Mack to try? I agree with you that he is beefy enough to wear it.”
Angelica selected an above average size among a line of cock rings that looked like industrial strength horseshoe-shaped jewelry. Mack dropped his trousers and removed his Calvin Klein’s.
“You will do better with Body Tech because of your size. Calvin’s are okay, but not for playdates.”
Angelica kneeled before Mack and slipped the cock ring piece over his member, letting the notch sit on top of his dorsal vein. She slid the locking pin under his balls and onto the first bead. Mack began to feel his cock swell. Angelica felt a little thrill herself as she watched his cock grow just inches from her mouth. It was a great looking cock. Angelica was pleased to see that he was man-scaped but not shaved. It made his cock look amazingly tasty.
“Any pain?”
“No.”
Angelica looked up and raised her eyebrows. “So up close and personal. Do you mind?”
Angelica reached for his cock and paused, waiting for permission. Mack’s cock was halfway hard. His gesture said it was okay.
Angelica wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke him to make him fully erect. Mack let it happen.
I will truly bust Mary’s pussy when I get home, thought Mack as his cock lengthened and expanded under Angelica’s touch. Good Lord, this feels good.
With obvious difficulty Mack said, “What’s this ring thing called?”
“It’s from Hardwear and it’s a horseshoe-shaped cock ring. The locking pin can be fitted into sections of beads to increase or decrease the amount of pressure needed to produce an erection. In older men, it helps them to achieve one and in younger men, it provides enough stimulation to keep the cock semi-firm even after ejaculation. It allows you to keep thrusting so your partner can have an orgasm on your cock if you cum before her.”
“And I need this… why? Mary seems to cum just fine with me.”
“Don’t confuse your ejaculation into her as the best possible orgasm she can have. The best orgasms for aroused women occur when your cock is inside her for fifteen to twenty minutes. Many times the man is overstimulated before he enters the woman. The 4-minute man is typical, the 10-minute man is extraordinary. But for a mind-blowing, weeping, wailing, bedsheet-clutching, name-calling orgasm every time, then your cock should stroke her on the inside for twenty minutes and sometimes more. It takes time for a woman’s body to prepare itself for the full pleasure of a man. Foreplay is important for penetration but for her to connect with you at that primal level, you need to be there for at least twenty minutes - and for some women even more. If you can cum in her a few minutes after her orgasms, she will desire you practically forever. Many men don’t use cock rings but if they did, their wives would have sex with them more often.”
Angelica let go of Mack’s cock and stood up. It was swollen and primed; Mack looked down and remarked that he had never seen himself so large. Angelica’s pussy was wet. She turned away so she could not see Mack’s cock anymore. She was hungry for sex now. Her husband would receive the benefits of her appetite. He said that he did not care where she got her appetite as long as she brought it home. Angelica planned to do exactly that.
John gave a few instructions to Angelica. “Thanks for everything today. Can you deliver a Glen Urquhart suit on Saturday, arranged so that he dresses on the right side? Add a French cuff shirt, and, of course, the Body Tech underwear.”
“What’s an Urquhart suit?”
“A Glen Urquhart suit refers to the pattern of the suit. James Bond wore Urquhart-patterned suits. Sometimes called a glen plaid or glen check. If you really want to know more, go to the website The Suits of James Bond.”
