Compersion

Authors Note:

This a cuckold story that contains small penis humiliation, creampie cleanup, and bi-sexuality. You should not read further if you find these topics offensive.

This is the seventh and final story of the series. If you have not read the first six stories, I encourage you to read them.

Compersion noun

kəm•ˈpər•zhən, •shən

1. The wholehearted participation in the happiness of others.

2. The positive thoughts, emotions, and sensations derived from knowing of another person's gratifying experience, irrespective of direct involvement or benefit.

3. Often considered the antonym of jealousy and possessiveness.

Synonyms:

- Empathetic joy: This term can represent a broad sense of shared joy in another person's happiness.

- Vicarious pleasure: A sensation of pleasure felt because of someone else's experience.

- Altruistic joy: Joy felt in response to someone else's success or happiness, without any self-centered motives.

It's important to note that while these terms may have overlapping meanings with "compersion", they might not capture the full essence of the word, especially in specific contexts like polyamory, cuckolding, and other forms of non-monogamy.

As the city lights of San Francisco illuminated the skyline in the distance, I reflected on how Jackie and I had come so far. We lived in a cozy small town just outside the city, surrounded by the tranquil sights and sounds of nature, providing a stark contrast to the bustling urban life of San Francisco. But tonight was special, marking our 25th wedding anniversary. And instead of the traditional role where the husband plans a romantic evening, it was Jackie who took the initiative, sweeping me away to a setting of grandeur in the city.

The Fairmont San Francisco, perched atop Nob Hill, offered breathtaking views of the bay and beyond. As we entered the lobby, I was struck by its majestic elegance, from the intricate marble floors to the gilded ceilings. It was a world away from our daily life, and a wonderful surprise that Jackie had orchestrated.

We were seated at a private table at the hotel's upscale restaurant, surrounded by soft candlelight and hushed conversations. As I looked into Jackie's eyes, I could see the excitement and love she held for me.

"Spencer," she began, her hand reaching across the table to find mine, "I want you to know how much I adore and appreciate you. Especially for how you've embraced your new role in our marriage."

The soft glint in her eyes held my gaze. "I deeply appreciate your understanding, your commitment to abstain from being with me physically, to venture into realms many wouldn't understand. My love for you grows even more because of it."

A warmth spread through me, not from the wine, but from the realization of how deeply our bond had grown over these last two years. The challenges we faced, the experiences we shared, they all culminated in this moment, under the opulent chandeliers of The Fairmont's dining hall.

"We've evolved together, Jackie," I whispered back, my voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't imagine my life any other way."

As our courses arrived and we delved into the exquisite cuisine and deeper conversation, I realized that this was more than a celebration of our marriage. It was an affirmation of our unique journey, our choices, and our endless love for each other. With its timeless elegance, the Fairmont was the perfect backdrop for this significant milestone in our lives.

The evening progressed, and as the ambient light dimmed, casting soft shadows across the dining room, Jackie's eyes held a mischievous glint. Leaning in, she took a gentle hold of my hand and whispered words that were both comforting and evocative.

"You know, Spencer," she began, the tenderness in her voice almost contrasting the content of her words, "I feel so much closer to you when you're in chastity. It's not just about the physical aspect of it. It's that every touch, every gesture, comes from a pure place. I know you're not trying to lead things to sex, and it makes me feel cherished in a way I can't fully explain."

As she spoke, a waitress approached, her poised figure adorned in a sleek uniform that perfectly fit The Fairmont's ambiance. She looked to be in her early thirties, with an air of confidence and elegance about her.

But Jackie didn't miss a beat. "And honestly," she continued, her voice still soft but firm, "I love how you've embraced your tiny dick being locked up. It might sound strange to some, but it's just another testament to your devotion. You've understood and accepted where we are, even to the point of being willing to fellate the man who now sexually satisfies me."

I could feel my face heating up, a mixture of embarrassment and thrill rushing through me. The waitress was trying to focus on refilling our wine glasses, but I could tell from the slight change in her posture and the brief pause in her actions that she had overheard our conversation. She tried her best to remain professional, avoiding direct eye contact with me. Still, I couldn't miss the fleeting smirk that danced across her lips.

A sense of vulnerability washed over me, knowing that this stranger had just been privy to our intimate secrets. But that vulnerability also came with a heady rush of excitement. I was both humiliated and exhilarated by Jackie's candidness and her courage to speak her truth, regardless of who might be listening.

As the crescendo of our dinner reached its peak, our friendly and efficient waitress returned with the bill, gracefully setting it on the table. With her usual assertiveness, Jackie turned to her, "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name earlier."

"Alicia," she replied with a polite smile.

Jackie tilted her head slightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Alicia, earlier this evening, you overheard an intimate part of our conversation. Did you happen to share that juicy tidbit with any of your colleagues?"

Alicia hesitated for a split second, caught off-guard. "I assure you, we always maintain discretion for our guests," she began.

But Jackie continued, gently prodding, "Come on, you can tell us. It's okay."

Alicia sighed, a reluctant smile crossing her face. "I may have mentioned it to one other waitress. It's not every day we hear such things."

"And did she find it amusing?" Jackie asked, raising an eyebrow.

A soft, embarrassed chuckle escaped Alicia's lips, "Well, yes. We... laughed a bit."

I felt a cold rush of humiliation sweep over me, making my face burn yet intensifying the forbidden thrill of the situation. My pulse quickened. Knowing that our personal life, my submissiveness, had become a topic of amusement for the staff was a new height of vulnerability.

Jackie leaned forward, her voice a mix of playful challenge and genuine curiosity, "So, Alicia, it's our twenty-fifth anniversary tonight. Considering all you've heard, what's your opinion on granting my husband here a little... freedom? Releasing his little friend from its confines and letting him try to satisfy me? Mind you," Jackie continued with a teasing smirk, "Spencer tends to get overly excited and finishes... prematurely. It won't be a long affair, but perhaps it's a fitting treat for our anniversary?"

A wave of raw emotion flooded me. The bittersweet blend of embarrassment, desire, and submission was overwhelming. The chastity device became even more noticeable, constricting, and uncomfortable as my body responded to the conversation, precum betraying my arousal.

Alicia looked between the two of us, her eyes widened a bit as she spoke. "Considering it's your anniversary, why not let him have a brief moment?"

Jackie's laughter echoed softly in the dimly lit ambiance, "Well then, perhaps we'll retire to a suite upstairs and make this anniversary memorable in more ways than one."

The ambiance of the suite was intoxicating. Soft, amber candlelight cast romantic shadows, and the faint scent of roses permeated the air. Jackie, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and affection, softly instructed, "Undress for me and lie on the bed."

As I obediently shed my clothes, the weight of anticipation pressed heavily on me, evident in my restrained arousal desperately pushing against its confines. Once I was entirely exposed, Jackie initiated her own tantalizing strip tease, pausing when only her lingerie remained. Slipping her panties down, she said with a playful smirk, "With Marcus away, I saw no need for shaving," as she unveiled herself in her natural, hairy splendor.

She then lay beside me, and I could feel her warm breath as her fingers delicately grazed my hairless thigh, eventually trailing up to my chastity device. Its design was such that my shaft seemed non-existent, with just the head of my penis visible, imprisoned behind a series of intricate bars. Suspended from the chain around her neck, the key shimmered in the dim light, swinging slightly as she leaned in to kiss me softly.

Lost in the intoxicating haze of her tender kisses descending my body, my mind was flooded with anticipation when her fingers finally ventured to the cage. As she began to unlock it, the combined sensations — her warmth, her touch, the promise of release — became unbearable. And then, to my astonishment and mortification, without any direct stimulation, it happened. My penis throbbed violently, each pulsation sending a jet of cum spurting out. The feeling was intense, a cascade of pleasure and relief, each spurt reinforcing the wave of emotions that had built up inside me over the evening.

Jackie's immediate reaction was an affectionate, hearty laugh. She gasped out, still chuckling, "Oh, Spencer! Your little guy couldn't handle the excitement, could he?"

Blushing intensely, I was momentarily lost for words, but the genuine warmth and amusement in her voice helped temper my embarrassment. The whirlwind of emotions was simply overwhelming.

Jackie leaned in close, her lips pressing gently against mine. "Don't worry, darling," she whispered sweetly, her breath warm against my skin. "We have all night."

She gracefully moved up, positioning herself to straddle my face. I was met with the intimate sight of her unshaven womanhood. The curly tendrils of her pubic hair framed the delicate folds of her labia, glistening slightly with arousal. The scent was deeply feminine, earthy, and musky, arousing me further, even after my recent release.

Feeling her lower onto my face, I began to trace the contours of her intimate area with my tongue, navigating through her dense, curly hair. The taste was salty and tangy, yet sweet. As I focused on pleasuring her, I couldn't help but become acutely aware of the wetness from my earlier ejaculation cooling against my skin, a slick reminder of my previous spontaneity.

The mix of my emotions was intense: servitude as I sought to pleasure her, combined with the subtle humiliation from earlier. Every sensation, every taste and touch, just heightened the connection and desire I felt for Jackie in that moment.

As Jackie swung her leg over to straddle my face, my eyes caught a glimpse of the Queen of Spades tattoo on her ass cheek. That small inked symbol was a powerful reminder: even as we shared this intimate moment on our anniversary, she held the power to cuckold me with black men whenever she desired. The weight of her body settled above me, and my nose pressed directly against her asshole. The raw, musky scent was intoxicating, fueling my arousal further. As her dampness met my lips, every touch, taste, and scent was amplified, a blend of our intimate evening and a testament to our unique bond.

Almost simultaneously, I felt her fingers delicately wrapping around my still-flaccid penis. The sight of it, when limp, was almost pitiful - a mere inch in length, dwarfed by just her fingers. However, as she began to take me into her mouth, the sensation combined with our current position caused a rush of arousal, and I began to harden swiftly.

In no time, I was fully erect, though this didn't present a challenge for Jackie. Even at my peak arousal, she could easily accommodate my entire length in her mouth. There was no strain in her eyes, no hint of her gag reflex being triggered. She seemed to relish this control, her tongue expertly swirling around the now taut length, which still fit so comfortably in her mouth.

My own attentions were divided between her mouth's ministrations and the sight and scent of her above me. Each time she shifted, my nose would press gently against her wrinkled hole surrounded by a few whispy pubes, the heady, musky scent of her serving as a potent aphrodisiac. This intimate act and our shared vulnerability only deepened our connection in that charged moment.

Jackie gracefully shifted her weight, positioning herself above me. My eyes locked onto hers, absorbing her intense gaze, which spoke a thousand words of love, passion, and teasing dominance. She grasped my erect penis, which pulsed eagerly in her delicate hand, guiding it to her entrance. I braced myself for the intimate sensation of her enveloping me, yet as she sank onto it, her inner warmth didn't grip every part of my slender erection as I remembered; there were spaces, gaps that remained untouched.

Given what Jackie had shared about her encounters with Marcus, it wasn't a complete surprise. Every thrust of his sizeable endowment had undeniably resized her, and the difference was tangible. My relatively small size felt almost lost inside her. There was an odd juxtaposition of emotions -- the humbling realization of my inadequacy mixed with the thrilling intimacy of our union.

But this realization didn't diminish the intimacy of the moment. Her rhythmic movements, combined with the visual feast of her body moving atop me and the weight of our shared history, intensified the experience. The sensation was more psychological than physical, and it was electrifying. A mere minute or two after entering her, the euphoria overwhelmed me. I could feel the familiar tension building up rapidly and then releasing as I ejaculated inside her. My chest heaved, and my vision blurred for a moment from the sheer intensity of the climax.

Jackie didn't miss a beat. With a playful smirk, she lifted herself off of me, leaving a trail of our combined essence along my torso. My heart still raced as she positioned her hips above my face, her recently vacated intimacy hovering just inches above my mouth. Her familiar yet uniquely intimate scent, now mixed with my own release, met my nostrils.

"Clean me," she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding.

Obediently, I extended my tongue, tasting the intimate cocktail of our passion. The humbling act was strangely satisfying, a testament to the depths of our trust and intimacy. Her musky flavor, tinged with my own saltiness, was a testament to our shared moment. It was a reminder of the complexities of our love -- a mix of dominance, submission, tenderness, and raw passion.

The night was far from over, and Jackie had no intention of letting me rest just yet. Whenever I thought my body had reached its limits, Jackie seemed determined to prove otherwise. She'd renew my arousal with her touch, her lips, her body, and her words, pushing me to a state of heightened sensitivity I hadn't thought possible.

She'd bring me to the edge with her mouth, taking my small size in fully, teasing the very tip with her tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, and I'd erupt, filling her mouth with whatever was left in me. Then, she'd climb up, pressing her lips against mine, sharing the intimate mix in a passionate cummy kiss. The feeling of reclaiming my release, the taste and texture mixed with her saliva, was humbling and erotically charged.

Afterward, she'd position herself above me, taking me in, riding me with a rhythm that heightened my arousal. I'd climax inside her, and almost immediately, she'd position her drenched twat over my face, commanding me to clean up. With each round, the sensation of release became more intense, yet paradoxically, the amount that came out of me grew less and less.

By the time the last orgasm rocked my body, the sensation was one of complete emptying. There was the unmistakable feeling of ejaculation, the spasms of my muscles, and the pulsating of my penis, yet, nothing more than a drop emerged. The sensation was surreal, a mixture of satisfaction, emptiness, and a deep ache that spread from my balls to my perineum.

Exhausted, Jackie and I collapsed into each other's arms. We were a sweaty, satisfied tangle of limbs and emotions. Without speaking, we both recognized the profound intimacy and trust that the night had encapsulated. As the adrenaline waned and exhaustion set in, we curled up together on top of the covers, her head resting on my chest, our fingers entwined. Sleep overcame us, the outside world forgotten in the cocoon of our shared experience.

The soft hum of the shower grew louder as I slowly stirred awake, my eyes adjusting to the light filtering through the opulent curtains of our upscale hotel room. My initial grogginess quickly gave way to the discomfort of dried sperm on my face and all over my torso. An odd mixture of embarrassment and arousal gripped me. I felt the now all-too-familiar constriction around my penis, realizing that, once again, I was locked up.

Making my way into the lavish bathroom, the cool marble tiles sent a refreshing sensation up through my bare feet. The oversized shower, surrounded by a glass enclosure, was slightly fogged, and the chrome fittings gleamed in the light. I could make out Jackie's silhouette, water cascading over her body.

"Can I join you?" I tentatively asked.

Jackie peered out from behind the glass, her eyes twinkling. "Sure, but I have a task for you." The warm water enveloped me as I entered the shower. Jackie handed me a razor. "Shave me," she ordered, directing my gaze towards her unruly pubic hair, which trailed down between her thighs and around her asshole. As I carefully began the task, the sight of her so vulnerable yet so in control sent a surge of mixed emotions through me.

As I meticulously removed the last traces of hair, she broke the silence, "We're heading to Baker Beach today." The surprise in my eyes must have been evident, but she continued, "Pick up some sunscreen from the hotel store, and remember, you'll be walking with me, completely nude."

As the weight of her words settled, she pointed to her ass cheek, showcasing her 'Queen of Spades' tattoo, then down to my chastity device, "Everyone will see these and know, with just one glance, what you are."

A rush of anxiety and an inexplicable excitement flooded over me at the thought of being so exposed, our private life on display for all those strangers on the beach. It was going to be an unforgettable day.

Walking hand-in-hand along the soft sands of Baker Beach, Jackie and I kept our eyes peeled for the clothing-optional section. The soft crash of waves, the distant laughter and chatter of beachgoers, and the gentle touch of the cool breeze painted the perfect backdrop to our adventurous day.

As we approached the clothing-optional area, the diversity of bodies, all basking under the California sun, came into view. I could feel my heart racing with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Stopping abruptly, Jackie turned to face me, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Alright, love, time to shed those clothes."

I was excited but nervous. With trembling hands, I began to undress, feeling the weight of a dozen curious eyes on me. Once I was fully nude, Jackie took the sunscreen from our bag, her fingers working it methodically into my back, then down my legs. Her touch was both reassuring and electrifying.