Can I Validate My Hall Pass? Pt. 03

Panic set in again. How are we swapping partners if Ron is staying home? Or, maybe she was conniving to have a wife swap instead. I said nothing for long time, and he sensed my concern, but not likely for the reasons that I was concerned.

So, Jeremy blurted out, "I'm sorry, Sam. Maybe I've taken her flirting too far. Forget about the whole thing." He looked flustered and turned onto his back, so I moved in next to him, my head on his chest.

"Jeremy, be honest. Do you think Ronny was flirting with you, or was she introducing the idea of swapping wives for a night?"

He couldn't look at me, and paused before answering. "I think I just got caught up in her flirting. I mean, if she did want to have sex with me, and you were happy being with Ron, then..." I allowed a long silence before speaking.

"Are you telling me that you find Ronny sexually attractive? It's okay if you do."

His eyes returned to mine. "Yes." It was all he needed to say. I knew what lay ahead for him, and it was time to give him the same heady experience with them that I had just received.

"Do you want to fuck Ronny, Jer?" As he replied, my hand delved to his crotch to take his sexual temperature. His rigid cock greeted me.

"You don't have to let me do it, just because I let you with Ron," he offered.

My hand slowly glided up and down his pole. I said, "But why would I not want you to have some harmless fun with her?"

"I don't know, Sam. I just don't want you to feel you have to say yes, if she did ask me."

"Baby, if you want to do it, I want you to. I would love to know I gave you that gift, and besides, it would give me a feeling of how anxious you must have been, to see me walk out our front door, knowing another man was going to fuck me. It must have been torture for you, and maybe I need to appreciate that."

Jeremy smiled, saying, "I won't lie, Sam. I felt sick to my stomach right up until Ron's car pulled back into our driveway. I really wondered if you might think less of me after you had been with another guy."

"Well," I said, "It's settled. You can have a sex with Ronny, any time you want. You have your hall pass. Now, do you think that Ronny will want to do THIS?" I lowered my head onto his cock and bobbed my head up and down his blood filled pole. His hands gripped my head immediately, and fucked my face like I really love having done to me. He didn't last more than thirty seconds before he held my head firmly in his hands and exploded, filling my mouth and spilling onto his shaft before I could greedily swallow his salty load. We were both satisfied, and it was time for bed.

As I relaxed into sleep, my brain wouldn't stop. He had no idea how much angst I would have knowing that I was putting him under the spell of a very devious and sexual woman, and possibly her husband.

JEREMY'S STORY:

I did not sleep well at all last night, after bringing up Ronny's suggestion to Sam. I made it sound to Sam that Ronny was flirting, and not that Ronny told me that she was sexually into me, and that Sam should let me have some extramarital fun as well. Ronny had left her cell number at the office, so when I got in, I gave her a call. Not wanting to appear to be too eager, I waited a few days before I told Sam that Ronny had gone from heavy flirting to an outright request to be serviced. Sam seemed not to be hesitant at all, so I began to set things up for me and Ronny. After some back and forth between her and Sam, we arranged for me to drive to their home on Saturday afternoon, around one o'clock.

I talked with Sam on Saturday morning, making sure she was good with my going over there. "Jeremy, don't worry about me. I will be right here when you get back, just like you were for me. I want you to have fun, so relax and enjoy it, whatever that happens to be. It's just sex, right?"

"You're right, Sam. It's just sex." I wanted to hear that from her, as I was getting almost as nervous about me going out to get fucked, as when my wife was going out to get fucked. I knew that Ronny had experienced many other men and I wasn't sure how I might compare, even if only to her own husband. But because she's so beautiful and looks so much like Sam will in a few years, my excitement outweighed my anxiety. So, having shaved and showered, and given Sam a kiss goodbye, I was on my way to the Jenkins', wearing a gold colored golf shirt, a pair of tan khakis with brown loafers.

I took a deep breath before I rang their door bell, waiting about a minute before Ronny opened the door. My jaw dropped for a second as I took in her attire. She stood in 5" spike heels, black nylons, and a cream colored satin slip that reached to barely her mid thigh - just high enough to show her garter clasps. Ronny's rigid nipples and large areolae dented the skimpy fabric, and her smiled widened when she opened the door wider for me to enter. I slipped off my shoes as I stepped inside.

By the time I made my way to her crystal blue eyes, Ronny's smile grew wider. "Nice to see you, Jeremy! You look very handsome today. Welcome to our home." Ronny reached in for a hug, and her perfume filled my nostrils.

I replied, "And you look stunning in that, Ronny."

"Thank you, kind sir." She made sure to give me the once over, staring momentarily at the tent in my trousers. Ronny led me through the foyer and up the staircase. I ogled her ass as she walked ahead, the satin falling into, and out of, the cleavage between her broad cheeks, each time her hips swayed seductively. . A few steps up, Ronny stopped and turned, asking, "Would you like a scotch, Jer?"

Her hand took mine as I said, "Yes, please, Ronny."

Ronny called toward the back of the house, "Ronald, fetch my friend a scotch. And don't use any of that ten year old crap from the bar. Go downstairs and bring up your personal stock." I felt unnerved as her fingers stroked mine while we continued our climb. Why is he here? I thought he would have left the house to us, or at least have stayed somewhere out of sight.

From the back of the house came the response, "Yes, Miss."

At the end of the hall, Ronny opened the door to their bedroom and it appeared as majestic as Sam had stated. The huge four-poster bed and a settee at the foot of it, added to the opulence. On the right side of the bed was a vanity, but the chair for it was turned to face the bed. Ronny was already unbuttoning my shirt when I asked, "Is that Ron, who you called to, downstairs?"

"Oh, Jeremy, the Ron you met last week, doesn't live here today. Ronald is the man of the house today, and he is here to serve us any way we would like." She stopped talking to draw my shirt over my head, and then continued. "You might recognize him as Ron, the guy who fucked your sweet bride last week, but you're about to learn some things today that might change the way you think about him."

I just listened, allowing her to get me somewhere near her state of undress. We kissed and caressed until Ron walked into the room carrying a tray with our drinks on it. What totally threw me for a loop was that he was naked, but for a pair of house slippers, and a pair of black patent leather hot pants, with a rather large bulge between his legs. Both of his nipples were pierced with small gold rings through them. This was getting really weird. I almost stopped everything right there. I wasn't sure where this was headed.

He held the tray to me, and said, "There you go, Sir. Miss, I brought you your chablis."

I took my scotch from his tray, trying not to peek again at his scant shorts, and heard Ronny tell him, "Place mine on the night stand, and take your seat, my little cuckold." While her husband complied, Ronny rid me of my belt, and unzipped my pants. As Ron sat on the chair facing the bed, Ronny slipped my pants to the floor and I stepped from them. I took a sip of my scotch and said, "That is very smooth scotch, Ron. Thank you." My underwear gave away my excitement, the cotton stretched from my tumescence.

Ronny corrected me, saying, "Please, Jeremy, my servant man is named Ronald. He just gets sloppy if he is treated in anyway better than he deserves." I didn't acknowledge, yet I saw that she was clearly setting out the ground rules, so from this point on I decided to play along.

"Let me ask you something about last week, Jeremy," said Ronny, as she bent over and hooked her thumbs in my underwear and slid them off my hips. "When my husband dropped your wife off to you at the end of their evening, did you beg to lick up the semen that he left inside her?" As I answered, Ronny began working her hand along my stone hard shaft, savoring its contour and lack of foreskin.

"No, I didn't do that. We did fuck though." I uttered, as her hand led me to their bed on the same side as Ron. Ronny sat me on the bed and then placed herself right beside me, her nipples tearing into the light cloth.

"Ronald, remove Jeremy's socks for me, dear." Her husband lunged from his seat to quickly dispense of my footwear.

Ronny turned her attention back to me. "Well, Jer, when you're done fucking me today, my dear, sweet cuck boy, here, will beg me to allow him the pleasure of cleaning up your deposit. He will either crawl between my legs, or have me straddle him ,because there is nothing he likes more than to service me with his tongue after my lover fills my pussy with cum. He may have an impressive size to his manhood, but Ronald's real talent is in his oral skills. And today, I've seen to it that his size is of no consequence at all."

"Do you really enjoy cleaning up your wife like that, Ronald? Tasting the spent semen from another man who just gave your wife the satisfaction that you can't?" I asked condescendingly, awaiting an answer. I felt like I was in the game now.

"That's correct sir. Miss has told you the truth. I always do whatever pleases my Miss."

"And," she continued, "I bet you thought that my husband was some kind of a bull or something. Someone who makes a woman fawn over his fat dick."

I reached for my drink and took a healthy sip.I wanted to tell her that she was precisely correct, but I got the feeling that my job right now was to just let her set the stage. I responded with, "Well, I really wasn't sure."

"Okay then, let me show you what this handsome bull has worn since he dropped Sam off to your home." She addressed her husband, "Stand up, Cucky, and remove your panties." As we sat, only inches from him, Ron stood and bent over, taking his leather pants with him. When he stood again, I saw a cock cage larger than I had ever seen before, in any porn video. His cock looked like it was folded back into itself and jammed inside a spiraling wire tube, capped at the end. Precum already oozed from the cap, showing his arousal at his submissive role.

Ronny went on, "He actually brought the cage to me. I locked him up, because I gave him the permission to give your wife the pleasure that she sought out. When Ronald met you, he understood very quickly that you are obviously much more of an alpha male than he will ever be, or I might never have allowed him to experience Sam's wonderful body. And, once she left satisfied, I had to make sure he wasn't allowed any further self-pleasure. Ronald really can't control himself without my help. He's weak on his own, aren't you little man?"

"Yes, Miss. I am."

Ronny slowly masturbated me. She leaned into my ear and whispered, "I know you're not into guys, but my husband likes to please my lovers with his mouth, and he's actually very good at it. He does it to show that he is a loyal, beta submissive to me. He is only in this room for our pleasure, and I normally have him stay to watch real men fuck me, but if you prefer him to leave, he will do that." I was just flabbergasted at this surreal moment. I had no idea what I wanted right then, but just having Ronny's wonderful hand playing with me, was all I needed. I allowed my hand to slip beneath the hem of her slip and caress her older but firm thigh, delving beneath the elastic band of her garter strap.

She turned her attention to him. "Remove my shoes and nylons and present me properly to my lover." Her husband crawled from his chair and unbuckled each shoe as he knelt at our feet. He gently placed each shoe beneath his chair. Ron unclasped each hose from the garter and carefully removed them, hanging them over the back of the chair at the vanity. Ron stood up and took his wife's hand in his, standing her up beside me.

"Will you be kind enough, Sir, and fuck my beautiful wife for me? I am unable to please her in the ways that she needs." Ron's head bowed low as he offered her to me. I stood up and said, "I would be glad to fuck Ronny for you, once you remove her slip for me." Ronny's smile told me that she liked what I said. From my watching some cuckold videos, I knew that he must be very submissive. I wondered if he behaved that way with Sam last week as well.

When the satin garment glided off her arms overhead, Ronny's breasts poked straight out from her chest, obviously having been augmented by surgery. They were probably a C cup, standing straight up like that. I took one nipple in my mouth and toyed gently with the other. Ronny turned back to her husband and said, "Now, remove Jeremy's underwear, dear." Ron knelt and drew the cotton pants to the floor, allowing my cock to spring straight out, barely an inch from his face.

Ronny spoke up, "Look at Jeremy's cock. It's beautiful. And do you know why?" Without waiting for his answer, Ronny bent over and lowered her mouth over its tip, and took it in all the way to the root, my cock head squeezed into her talented throat.

She soon came up for air, and continued gliding her hand up and down my rock hard shaft, now slathered with her saliva. "Jeremy's cock is the perfect size to get down my throat, while yours is far to big around." She then leaned over and gobbled her way down and mashed her face into my pubes. When she released her mouth from my mushroomed tip, she presented it to him, and he licked at a strand of precum that dribbled from the slitted opening.

Ron moved away from it, still on his knees at our bedside, hands behind his back, as his wife fellated me. She moaned as she bobbed up and down. When she next released my dick from her mouth, Ronny looked right at me and said, "Close your eyes and enjoy." I closed my eyes and felt the bed move as she leaned her body over once again. I felt her lips engulf me once more and snake their way down my entire length, but she added her tongue, licking along my frenulum. I moaned softly at the delicate lapping along my shaft. Her mouth was warm and inviting. Then I felt a kiss on my cheek, and I opened my eyes to find Ronny kissing my lips.

"Ron has a great mouth, doesn't he?" she asked, her face glowing with pride, while we looked down at her white-haired supplicant lovingly attending to me orally. I flinched a bit, conflicting thoughts ran through my head. I'm not gay, but it did feel good, and I couldn't have told the difference between her mouth and his. Ron's lips continued their intense suction of my cock head. I dared not move as I didn't want to seem ungrateful for what was clearly exciting for them. And truth be told, I felt very powerful seeing her husband kneeling before me, his mouth hungrily sucking my dick.

I noticed the key to his cock lock dangling from her neck, a sign to anyone who recognized it of her power and his bondage. I kissed Ronny deeply, softly moaning as her husband raised my cock up high and gently licked each of my balls. Soon, Ronny tapped her husband on the shoulder and advised, "That's enough for now, Cucky. Back to your seat. I'll take it from here." There was no hesitation on his behalf, and Ron sat back on his chair, his caged manhood holding him flaccid, but dripping precum off the edge of the seat, onto the floor.

Ronny released her lips from mine, stating, "And, another thing Jeremy. Ronald's fat cock is much to wide to fit inside a woman's ass. Sure, it made Sam squirt like a fountain, but yours will do very nicely in my ass, if you'd like that later."

My hand was already beneath the lacey leg band of Ronny's undies, fingering her sopping wet pussy. I asked, "He made Sam squirt?" while my brain tried to digest this information.

Ronny giggled a bit, and said, "It's the nature of the beast. Anything with that girth will put enough pressure on a woman's g-spot gland, and make her flush her juices out like a faucet. Even my plastic dildo can do that."

My thoughts went to imagining what it would feel like to put my cock into Ronny's back passage, taking her from behind and fucking her with abandon, something Sam and I had never explored. I kissed at Ronny's neck, sensing the power she brought to the bedroom. I really wanted to please her tonight.

"Ronald," I announced, "Your wife's panties are in my way," causing him to immediately rise up and pull the wet, black lace from her thighs. He pressed them to his nose, inhaling her baudy scent.

"Sit down and wear them over your face, Cucky!" I admonished. The man checked in with his wife as he shuffled back to his seat, as ordered. Her moist gusset sucked into his mouth, and eyes peering through the leg holes looked almost comical.

Ronny laid back on the bed sideways, and raised her knees up so her feet were atop the mattress. I grabbed each ankle and raised them straight up, resting her heels on my shoulders. She playfully twisted both of her erect nipples as my hands took hold of the top of her thighs, dragging her torso to the edge of the bed, where my cock could have full access to her pussy.

I gazed at Ronny's vagina, lubricated with her horny fluids; so different than Sam's, with meaty lips hanging loose like pink, beefy petals on either side of her dewy slit, pubic hair nowhere to be seen.

With Sam, I would have instinctively gone down on her at this point, feasting on her hooded clit, getting her worked up for a good fuck session. Today, this dynamic dictated that I prove Ronny right - that I am the bull to satisfy her penetrative needs, and that her husband will take care of her orally later. I was just to take what I wanted.

With my rigid helmet doused in her juices, I entered Ronny. Her fingers continued their play over her titties, while my long, slender dick pushed deeply within. A number of slow, smooth strokes got her used to me, and then I rested a palm just above her clit, splaying out my thumb to brush over the tip of her aroused button.

"Oh, God, that feels good," Ronny moaned, loud enough for her husband to process. I looked over at him, seeing him trying to fondle himself around the restrictive metal. Ronny turned to him as well and said, "Stop playing and watch!" I grabbed her more forcefully, pulling her thighs into me as I fucked his wife harder and faster. Ronny lay back again enjoying my use of her pussy.

I railed her hard, her moans and groans telling me so. I stopped abruptly and pulled out. I grasped both of Ronny's ankles in one hand, and lifted them up so I could slap her ass cheek hard. The slap echoed, and I spanked her one more time before releasing her legs and commanding, "Roll over, bitch! I'm going to fuck you like a dog!"

Ronny spun around in response, moving forward so I could climb up on the bed to enter her from behind. I spanked the other cheek with a snap, seeing the redness already flushing in the first one. I slid up behind Ronny and used my knees to part her thighs a bit wider. My left hand traveled down her back to her shoulder blades, imploring, "Face down, Ronny, Ass up and face down."

With her head turned sideways and forced into the bed sheet, my right hand pushed me into her sopping vagina. I smacked her again, in time with my first violent stroke; my curly pubes mashing into her perineum, and balls slapping her clit. She gasped each time I pounded my flesh into her cervix. My left hand moved from her back, to her ass, my thumb pressing into the tightened ring of her anus. All three of us were breathing heavy now, as Ron's excitement built with ours. I fucked Ronny like that for another twenty-five-or-so more thrusts.