Notches on His Belt - Retribution 01

He finally was able to bring his bride a plate of food, and she giggled at the broadening stain at his crotch. "Oh, I am really going to enjoy doing this to you."

The evening progressed, and Richard was surprised at how normal things were. He mingled with employees who mostly spoke of technical details regarding programs or new products the company was pushing out. He caught people stealing glances at the bulge from his chastity device, but nobody spoke about it.

It came time for the door prize winners to be announced, and he found himself back on the stage next to the podium. Jennifer again did the talking.

"I just want to remind everyone that despite his issues, my hubby here is the one who selected and paid for these door prizes. He truly does love you all, and not just with his pecker."

This drew laughter.

"The grand prize, a $300,000 RV, goes to

the MacDonald family!"

The MacDonalds were crying with happiness as Richard whispered to Jennifer, and she announced the RV was to be accompanied with two months of paid vacation that summer so they could enjoy it.

"The second prize is a month long vacation in the Virgin Islands, going to Roxanne Jones! Ironic that Dick would hone in on the word virgin."

"A brand new Jeep SUV for Jeff Smith!"

She went on for another ten minutes announcing smaller prizes, although all were admirable.

Margaret, a short, slightly over weight woman who had apparently spent a lot of time at the bar, shouted a suggestion.

"I hazz an idear for a door prize! How-about you make that selfshish bastard lick some girlsh pussy? All the times I blew him, he wazz too good to licks my twat..."

Jennifer was interested as she watched so many women in the group nod in agreement. She had to know more.

"Please raise your hand if my husband has rogered you..."

At least 80% of the females raised their hands, some hesitantly.

"How many have fellated him?"

Same result. One woman's husband had to tell his wife that meant blow job. She raised her hand.

"How many of you has my husband gone down on?"

Sheepish looks, but nobody raised their hand.

Jennifer shook her head, then glared at her husband for a moment.

"I tell you what, Margaret, I'll do you one better. After I teach the selfish bastard how to eat pussy properly, I'll have him go down on you so you can attest to whether or not he is competent. THEN....then we will hold a weekly lottery. Every employee who wants to can put their business card in a "kitty" for a week of "Dick's Dickless Oral" which he will provide every fucking week."

Claudette asked, "So once a week he'll go down on one of us?"

Jennifer smiled, "Oh, hell no. Whoever wins that week can demand he go down on them anytime they want, as long as it doesn't interfere with business. Apparently the selfish bastard needs practice."

Margaret raised her beer bottle in a victory toast, then drained it.

"One final, but important note. I have informed Dickless that he will not have an orgasm until I have had as many lovers as he has had."

A man in the back exclaimed "Holy shit!" The gravity of that had sunk in.

"Yes. At best, that will be some time. I think it would only be appropriate, if any of you ladies would like to help me out, that any of the men he has cuckolded be given the opportunity to return the favor. But I don't want to be like him. So, if you would like your husband to cuckold my husband, drop me a note. And please let me know if your hubby wants him to have to watch or not. The request must come from a wife."

After the party, on their drive home, Richard asked, "Umm...shouldn't that have been Dick's Cunnilingus?"

"What are you afraid of, dear?"

"What if a guy puts his business card in?"

She smirked, "Oh, dear. That would 'suck' huh? I doubt that will happen."

When they got into bed that night, Richard was amorous, being hornier than he had ever been in his life. Which said a lot. But Jennifer was exhausted after the long day, and had been well serviced by David. She insisted that he spoon her, the cage wedged at her buttocks, his hand cupping her naked breasts.

She slept well. He did not.

By the next morning, Jennifer's email inbox had filled up with correspondence titled "Cuckolding." She showed the app on her phone to Richard, "Oh, my. I have lots of takers. I'm going to have to ask Katrina to set up a schedule!"

They went downstairs for breakfast which had been prepared by their housekeeper, Maria. When Maria spotted the padlock attached to the front of Richard's jeans, a visible expression of relief came across her face.

Jennifer picked up on it. "OMG, Maria too? Who haven't you fucked? Do I need to check with the gardener and the pool boy??"

Richard looked down sheepishly. Maria flushed, "I am sorry, Mrs. Locke!"

Jennifer hugged her and tried to calm her. "It is not your fault honey. Apparently my husband is irresistible. Or at least persistent."

Once Jennifer had dried Maria's tears and convinced her she was not about to be fired, she told her to get a plate for herself and to join them at the table.

Once they were sitting and eating, she explained to Maria what all had occurred. After hearing about the chastity cage which secured the penis, which she did actually enjoy, her eyes lit up with amusement. She was conflicted. She really did like being sexed by Mr. Locke's big thing, but she did not like cheating on her husband.

"Can I see it?"

"See what dear?" She saw where Maria's gaze had been. "Oh! Of course."

She looked at her husband. "Strip off, hubby."

He stood and turned towards her. She told him to put his hands behind his head and to keep them there. She used the key around her neck to unlock the padlock. She unbuttoned his fly and re-attached the padlock to the cage.

Once Richard had removed all of his clothes, she told him to stand next to Maria, who looked at her for permission to inspect him.

As she watched Maria lift the cage, gauging it's weight and strength, then turn it left and right, something occurred to Jennifer that would make her life simpler.

"Well. Since Maria is intimately familiar with you anyway, you will be naked anytime you are at home. That way I won't have to unlock you every-time you need to go to the bathroom."

"Uh, what about the others? Or company?"

She shrugged.

Richard sighed. He was not as put off as he let on. He liked being naked. Being able to do the nudist thing at home all the time sounded exciting.

Once he had sat back down, Jennifer pointed a piece of bacon before putting it in her mouth. Between chews, "So, Maria, did you have any plans for today?"

Normally after seeing to breakfast on the weekends, Maria had the remainder of the day off.

"No, Mrs. Locke. I was just going to do laundry at home. Did you need something?" Home was nice quarters on the grounds where she and her husband lived. She was paid well, but any chance at overtime was still welcome.

"Well, has my husband ever gone down on you?"

"Gone down?"

"You know, kissed you down there."

Maria blushed. "Oh, no ma'am. Men do not do that. I have never."

Jennifer shot a reproachful look at her husband.

"Oh, sweetheart. Yes, yes, REAL men do kiss women there. And it feels amazing. And I need your help."

Maria blushed again. "Anything you need, Miss."

"Why don't you run home and bring your laundry here. Then you and I will lounge by the pool and you can help me train Dick here. You see, he is going to be licking a lot of pussy. But first I have to teach him how to do it well, apparently. And one girl can only take so much."

The young woman blushed furiously. "You want him to lick my privates?"

"You will like it, dear, I promise. And his dick will stay locked. I will make him do me first, and you can decide if you want him to do you. And we can have him do your laundry."

Maria's husband was out fishing that day. And this sounded so exciting. "Okay...yes, Mrs. Locke."

"Call me Jen, honey. Now go, and hurry back!"

Within the hour, Richard found himself in the laundry room, separating Maria and Eduardo's pants, shirts, panties, and tighty-whiteys. Once he started the washer for the first load, the billionaire tech expert walked out to the pool.

His manhood attempted to rise at the sight. His wife, with her full freckled breasts and bare genitals, her fair flesh, lay on a chaise lounge, soaking up the sun.

Next to her lay the darker skinned young woman with equally large breasts. She too was nude, her dark brown, silver dollar sized areola beckoning him. Her flat tummy led to a very full pubic patch which had never, ever been trimmed. If it had been possible, his shaft would have been hard as stone.

As he approached, his wife asked, "Have you taken your meds today?"

SHIT. "No, ma'am."

"Go take them. Then cum back."

"I really don't...I mean I'm already really as hard as I can..."

She glared at him impatiently. So without another word he went and took his usual medicines and vitamins, then washed down the blue pill with the liquid aphrodisiac. Fuck.

When he returned she demanded pleasantly that he bring them wine. Soon he served both ladies.

"Time for your training to begin." She pointed to her midsection.

Richard dropped to his knees between her thighs. He leaned forward to her moist snatch and began lapping at her nether lips. He had always thought this was beneath him. But he was so fucking horny, that ANY sexual contact was welcome.

Jennifer grabbed his hair and pulled him away from her sex. "Good grief. Is that how you want someone to suck your dick? Like they're a dog lapping water out of a bowl?"

She indicated her thighs and her abdomen. "Start here, gentle kisses, tonguing and suckling, and take your time."

She traced her fingers along her labia, "Then the same here, slow and loving. This is not a race. Occasionally see how far you can get that tongue inside me. You know where my G-spot is?"

He shook his head in the negative.

"Good lord. I have failed as a wife. It's a bumpy area on the upper side of my canal. It is really sensitive, it's why us girls like your beautiful cock and it's big, flared head. Because you hit it over and over."

She had him form two fingers into a come hither shape and told him to put them inside her. She guided him until he had touched that magic area. "Ohhh...mmmm yeah...feel it?"

"I do! Wow!"

He caressed the spot and she sighed. "That's it. Now, you probably won't be able to, but your goal when you insert your tongue is to try and reach that spot."

Maria watched, fascinated. Apparently she was learning also.

Jennifer was becoming aroused now, and her clitoris was distended. "Finally, you are going to love on my clit like it's a little cock. Treat her like you would like to be treated."

She lay back, "Now. Begin again. Slooowly."

Richard began to lightly kiss and nibble the flesh around her center, trying hard not to delve right into her. A few times he did move to her folds, but she would grasp his hair and pull him away.

"Remember this is about your lover, take your time. Savor me like a fine wine. The only endgame is my pleasure, you couldn't cum if you wanted."

After a good long time, when he had slowed his breathing and seemed acclimated to his "job" Jennifer guided his mouth to her nether lips. "Same thing...take your time."

Richard was beginning to understand. He tried to think about what would make HER feel good. He lightly traced the edges of her lips with his pointed tongue, toying with it. He then sucked them into his mouth tenderly, flattened his tongue and bathed them. He repeated variations on these themes.

"Better...better...be patient now, just keep doing that for awhile."

She wanted him on her clit now. But that would defeat the lessons she was trying to teach him. She tried not to buck up into his face.

Maria was experiencing conflicting emotions. She wanted to get up and run home; she wanted very much to see what happened; and the space between her legs was very, very wet. So she watched. Seeing a man's face between a woman's thighs seemed so naughty.

Finally Jennifer lost her ability to resist. "Now try to lick my G-spot." She shifted her hips to make access easier for him.

Richard pressed his face tightly against her sex and thrust his tongue into her hot canal.

He suddenly found himself in a heaven he had never anticipated. Her scent...her taste...the satiny smooth tenderness of her flesh against his face...the satiny warmth of her canal enveloping his tongue...

His mind screamed...OHHGAWD!

His entire body trembled, his manhood throbbed wildly in it's prison.

Richard Locke, man whore, had just become Richard Locke, pussy slut. He felt he could stay right here for the rest of his life.

Jennifer felt him trembling and smiled with satisfaction. This was better than she could have hoped. She had hoped for compliance. She knew she had just obtained s slave.

He delved his tongue as far as he could inside his wife and licked upward. Both of them were surprised to realize Richard not only had an exceptional penis, he was also blessed with a long, muscular tongue.

With seemingly little effort, his soft tongue was massaging her G-spot.

The sensation shocked Jennifer. All these years that she could have been experiencing this, and had never known. While she was trying to make sense of what was happening, her body reacted instinctively.

The orgasms flashed through her dramatically, without thinking she latched both hands to the back of his head and began bucking her hips upward, fucking his face wildly as she came hard.

"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!!"

They were on the patio, outside. Flocks of birds took flight. Mr. McDonough half a mile way stopped mowing, wondering what had happened. Maria almost had an orgasm too just watching. Perhaps from the pheromones. She sure as hell was not leaving now. Could she experience that??

Realizing he had done something incredibly right, Richard tried to hold on and continued massaging her insides with his tongue. He was beyond happy.

Jennifer was temporarily out of control, as rolling orgasms swept over her. Holy shit! If she got this from her G-spot, what would he do to her clit???

Instinctively, she pulled his face from her canal, and pulled his tongue to her clit. She needed to find out.

"Su-su-suck it...lick it, motherfucker!"

Richard was not sure what to do. So he pointed his tongue and began lashing her clit back and forth, up and down.

That did it. She fucked his face frantically and screamed tantric screams as she came harder than she ever had. It was the newfound talent of her husband. It was the raw POWER she now held. It was his enthusiasm.

Richard was almost apoplectic. His reflex was to do what he had always done. His body kept telling him to stand up and drive his cock into the bitch's cunt and fuck her hard til he filled her with his jizz...til he felt himself cum hard. Emptying his balls.

But that was not an option. His shaft pulsed, and throbbed...the cage squeezed it tighter and tighter as it tried to grow larger.

Since he could not have that, all of that sexual energy was focused on her pleasure...he felt HER orgasms. And he wanted more. So he continued trying to "tear her up."

Her orgasms finally subsided, and she pushed him away. He tried to delve back in, but she held his hair tightly.

It took Jennifer a moment to regain her wits. She had to remember his training. To remember the long game.

She pulled his mouth to her thighs. "K-kiss me for awhile til I calm down. Babe...if you can master this...to wait...to focus on HER...you will be the most popular guy in town."

It took a lot of concentration, but he tried to calm himself and to love on her thighs. Her abdomen.

After awhile, she guided him back to her sex, and he worked her up to another series of orgasms.

When she was sated...and he was not...separately was not relieved...she pushed him away despite his protestations.

She was shaking. She was overwhelmed.

"I can't...God that was good...I can't..."

Richard was desperate with desire...he could not cum...he could not cum...so he NEEDED to make someone else cum.

Jennifer rasped, "Maria...Maria..."

Richard looked over at the young woman. Her nubile body...her heaving breasts...the passionate look in her eyes...the absolutely soaked down of fur at her center...and he crawled to her...HUNGRY for her.

She was still scared, especially with the crazed look in his eyes. But she was also filled with need to experience what she had seen.

She spread her thighs in invitation.

Richard was crazed with need. Since his needs could not be met, he was crazed to fill someone else's needs.

Maria smelled so good. Her young flesh was plump with her desire. Her pubic hair was moist. He dove in oblivious to her hesitation. When he suckled her labia she groaned in disbelief. When he began loving her clitoris she screamed and began crying out curse words in Spanish.

When she thought she was done, he smashed his face to her flesh, drove his tongue as deep as he could within her, and began lashing her G-spot.

She clasped her fingers in his hair and fucked his face as she had seen Mrs. Locke do.

"Oh, Papi! Papi si! SI! SI! SI!"

When she had taken all she could she rolled away from him.

Richard was left a quivering mess, pre-cum leaking from the cage encasing his manhood.

Both women rested while he suffered. But both women also had another session within them that day. Each time he gave them pleasure, his desire multiplied.

And then there was Monday, and Richard's new work life.