The Journey Ch. 04

"How much for the night?" I asked without any introduction.

"$1000," Mia replied.

"I was here first," the man said, looking at me annoyed.

"Do you have $1001 for me?" she asked him.

"No, but I do not want you for the night, just for a good time."

"Well, if he has $1000 for me to cover the night, I am his," she said, looking at me.

"Yes, I do," I said to both of them.

The man walked away, irritated, and I looked at Mia.

"I hope you were not just bullshitting, and I lost some business."

"No, no! I only have to get the money from the cash dispenser. That boot is mine. Have a sit there while I'll get you the money," I said, pointing the table out to her.

Mia walked to the boot and me to the cash machine, took the money out, got drinks and sat beside her. I handed over the notes and watched her count them. She looked at me and told me we had a deal. Of course, the money would be returned to our joint account on Monday or spent on clothing by Mia.

"Where do you want to go?" she asked.

"Oh, just let's stay for a while. We can go to my place later on. The night is young."

I put my arm around her and began nibbling on her neck, softly kissing her skin and ear.

"I like that. Are you trying to turn me on?"

"Why not? Just because I'd paid for your services did not have to mean we both cannot enjoy it."

"I like you. You are not like other men."

"Well, I guess so. I only want to enjoy the evening. Tell me about a good fuck you have had."

"You want to hear about my sexual escapades?"

"Yes, I do. Touch my cock, and you know why."

She did and held the cage with my cock inside.

"Oh, I see. It turns you on when the woman you are with tells you about how another man fucked her."

"Yes, it does."

"Well, you are so lucky. I have a story to tell that happened to me last weekend."

"Please tell me about it," I said, softly kissing her lips.

"Okay. Let me see... I spent last weekend with my lover, his name is Jim. After an exciting and late night on Friday, I woke up late in the morning. Jim was already up and in the kitchen. Hearing my mules on the tiles click-clack, he turned towards me and pulled my naked body against his, our lips melting into each others. During brunch, Jim told me a few of his friends would come over to watch the football game that afternoon. He asked me if I would be the halftime entertainment for the guys. When I asked him what he meant by that, he said the stripper. My pussy quivered instantly, and I told him I would do it. He smiled, walked around the table and kissed me.

Hearing the first knock on the door, I went to the bedroom as agreed while he opened the door for the guests. I was not to be seen until the halftime show. I found the box that supposedly contained the outfit Jim had chosen for me. Opening it, I found a small man's shirt in white with the instruction of only tying a knot under my breasts. I put it on and stood in front of the mirror, admiring how good my tits looked. Then I took the skirt, it was a red tartan skirt and when I put it on it barely covered my arse. I found a pair of black panties that were sheer and small. When I put them on, they hid nothing, showing every detail of my pussy.

Next, I opened a pair of black fishnet stockings that came up high on my legs but had no chance of going under my skirt. And finally a pair of strappy sandals, those were very high, just like the ones I wear now. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I was a hot sexy slut the guys would drool over. I tied my hair up in a loose ponytail and fixed my make-up. I was ready for the guys. The first half of the game was about to finish. Standing behind the door, I waited for Jim's signal," she said as she sipped her drink. "Do you want to hear more, or have just about had enough of my story?"

"I want to hear all of it," I said, kissing her lips while placing my hand on her thigh. "The only thing that stops me from having a full-on erection is the cage."

"Are you a cuckold?" She asked, placing her hand on my cage.

"Well, I would love my wife to cuck me, but she thinks it is not normal and would not have a bar of it."

"I see... So you come to bars to pick up women, hoping they will play your game?"

"Well, yes," I murmured as I felt her hand stroking the cage, and she smiled.

"So I was waiting for my signal when Jim turned the TV sound off and said here comes the halftime show. They all looked at him and then in the direction he was looking. He turned the music on as I entered, and I saw the same guys who'd played poker the night before. I walked in front of them, swaying my hips. 'Hello, gentlemen', I said, 'I hope you all approve of how I look'. They all did enthusiastically, cheering loudly. I walked to Jim, leaning forward, put my hand under his chin, lifted his head and kissed his lips softly. My pussy was already on fire.

I sashayed to Jeff, then Leo, and briefly kissed their lips. When I got to George, I kissed him a bit longer, lingering on his lips, then walked to the centre of the room, in front of the TV, and began to dance to the rhythm of the music, salaciously swaying my body. I untied the shirt with my back towards the guys, swaying my arse, then spun around, still holding my shirt closed. Slowly, I parted the two sides to expose my breast to their hungry eyes. They were cheering and hooting as I pulled it off my shoulders and tossed it aside.

I walked to Jim and kissed his lips just before whispering to him to squeeze my tits. He did, took one of them in his hand and squeezed it. I walked to George and kissed him. Following Jim's lead, he kneaded my other breast. Then it was Jeff's and Leo's turn to feel my tits. I returned to the middle of the room and stood with my back to them. Legs slightly apart, I lecherously swayed my body to the music, then bent forward, giving them full view of my arse and soaked, see-through panties. I turned around and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to my feet. I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.

I walked to Leo this time, kissing him softly, whispering, telling him to feel how wet my panties were. I felt his fingers on my panties, on my pussy because the panties were so sheer, just as well I had nothing on. I walked to Jeff and stood in front of him. I told him to pull my panties down to my ankles. He did, and I stepped out of them, walking to George. I could see Jeff picking up my panties and sniffing them. I leant over to George and whispered to him to feel my pussy, he did, and his fingers sent an electric jolt through my body. I kissed him and slid my tongue between his lips as he fingered me.

I broke the moment and walked to Jim, straddled his legs, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. I felt his cock pressing against my sopping wet pussy through his pants, so I rubbed it on his meat. It felt so good I yearned to continue, but instead, I broke the moment and walked in front of the TV, where I danced and swayed seductively to the erotic music. The game was about to restart, so I quickly collected my clothing and ran out of the room... Does my cuck enjoy my confession?" Mia asked, leaning close to my ear.

"Yes, continue, please."

"Okay..." she said, smiling. "Once back in the bedroom, I changed my outfit, slipping into black suspenders, beige seamed stockings, a sexy summer dress and the same strappy sandals. Fixed my make-up and let my hair out. Looking at myself in the mirror as I walked out, I thought I was hot. Returning to the living room, I asked if anyone wanted another beer. Jim and George said yes, and I got a glass of wine for myself. Handing the beer to George, I asked if he had room for me to sit on the couch. He moved over, and I sat between him and Jeff. Watching the game, I figured by the guys' reactions Jim and Leo supported the blue team and George and Jeff the red one.

The blue team led until the red one equalised in the 80th minute. The game was rolling back and forth, and neither team could score. There were only five more minutes of the game when I opened my mouth before considering the ramifications of my words, telling the guys I would raise the stakes and the supporters of the winning team could fuck me if so desired. They all looked at me, then Jim, who smirked while shrugging his shoulders and said sure.

The guys went crazy and shouted at the TV like that would have made any difference. The time was ticking away, and just when I thought no one was going to fuck me as the game was over, I heard that five minutes of extra time had been added to the regular game time. Excitedly, I wished that the red team would score as I didn't want to fuck Leo, but once again, I had put myself into a position where there was a chance he could have won the prize, me. Maybe I wanted that deep down, wanted him to win even though I did not admit it to myself, and offering me as a prize was my way to do it without breaking my promise. Three minutes into the extra time, the red team scored, winning the game, while George and Jeff won me.

'Congratulations', I said to George and briefly kissed his lips, then turned to Jeff and kissed him too. Standing up and facing them, I said if they wanted to claim their winning, they could fuck me in the spare bedroom. They stood up, and I hooked my arms around theirs, leading them towards the guest room. I heard from the door Leo asking if they could watch. I told him not today, and with that, we walked through the door.

I told George to wait before he could open the door to the spare room, turned towards him, and draped my arms around his neck as he looked up into my eyes. Leaning forward, he was a head shorter than me, kissed him passionately, then turned to Jeff, who was more than a head taller than me, even wearing my heels, wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to my lips.

Jeff picked me up and carried me into the bedroom when George opened the door for us and hauled me to the bed as I had my arms draped around his neck while softly kissing his cheek. He set me down gently, and I thought he was a gentle giant. They stood before me as I looked them up and down: the short, chubby man and the gentle giant. I leant back on my hands and told them to show me their goods. They stripped naked, and I took Jeff's cock in my hand, finding it very heavy, the largest size I had ever seen or held. It would stretch me to my limits, I thought. I took George's cock in my hand. Loved his cock, as that large head on a stalk had given me so much pleasure the previous night. My pussy tingled just thinking about what it could do to me.

Sitting on the bed, I told them to sit beside me. They did, and I parted my legs, placing them over theirs. I took a cock in each hand and started to jack them off. They began to kiss my neck and ears on both sides of my head. I turned to George, and we kissed while Jeff was kissing the crook of my neck. Then, I kissed Jeff, and George kissed my neck. I could feel a hand on my thigh edging closer and closer to my pussy. It took me some self-control, but I stopped them.

I walked into the middle, slowly rotating on my heels until I faced them and admired their cocks. I told them I would fuck them both, want them to fill my cunt with their spunk... I need a drink, would you get me one? What was your name? I did not get it." Mia said, leaning to my ear while I felt her hand on my cock, caressing my cage, my balls through my pants.

"Sure, I'll be right back, and I never said my name," I murmured, winking at her.

When I turned towards our boot, I saw a young guy standing at our table, talking to Mia. By the time I walked back with our drinks, the lad had moved on, and when I sat beside her, I raised my eyebrow questioningly. She said he had been looking for a pussy but could only offer $100. She took the glass and asked if I wanted to hear more about her weekend.

"Yes, I do. I wish my wife would be such a hot slut," I said, looking into my glass.

"Maybe she is," she said.

Hearing her words, my cock strained in the cage, and when I looked at her, she smiled lecherously.

"Fifteen per cent of women cheat on their husbands, making them cucks. You could be one of them," she smirked.

"I don't want her to cheat on me. I want her to share her experiences with me, to be in it together without any secrets."

"Well, you have even less chance of that."

"I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"So where was I? Oh yes, I told them to stroke their cocks, and the first one that gets fully hard will enjoy my lips. They started to wank themselves, and I slowly swayed before them, letting my dress fall to the floor. I tossed it to the side and continued to dance in my suspenders, stockings and strappy sandals. I saw George's cock was the hardest, walked to him, knelt before him, and kissed the tip of his bulbous head. I wrapped my fingers around its stalk as he withdrew his hands and slowly sucked the head into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue.

As I licked and sucked his cock, he told me I was a gorgeous slut who needed a good seeing. He told me he loved to fuck sluts like me, a married pussy, making the slut's husband a cuck. I asked him how he had known that I was married since I did not wear my ring, and he said the mark on my finger."

Hearing that, I felt a pang of jealousy in my heart. Instinctively, I glanced towards Mia's hand and noticed she did not have her ring on either that night. She never used to take off it, not even during our games. I didn't mention it because I did not want to end our game, but I had a strange feeling seeing my wife without her wedding ring.

"He put his hands on my head and tried to push his cock into my throat, but there was no chance of that. That head was far too big for me. Still, I brought him close to an orgasm but denied it for him, which made him frustrated and called me a fucking cocktease. Somehow, the vulgarity he exhibited, instead of making me angry, made me want to tease him more.

I moved over to Jeff, who was watching us and took his cock from his hand. It was a monster by then, a fully erect schlong, heavy, long and thick, purple veins zig-zagging it. I was hypnotised by its size, wondering if it would fit in my mouth or vagina. Pulling back his foreskin, I ran my tongue around the head, drilled his pisshole with the tip of my tongue, and finally slid my lips over it, taking the massive cockhead into my mouth. I sucked him the best I could and managed to bring him close to an orgasm but denied him having one too.

I moved to the middle of the room and tapped my finger on my lips while murmuring who to fuck first. I walked to George, and with my back to him, I lowered myself onto his beautiful cock. That mushroom head tickled me at the right places. I rode him, and he kneaded my tits, kissed my neck. He whispered he wanted to fuck my married cunt from behind, to mount, to breed me. I raised myself, and his cock slipped from my gushing cunt, covered in white cream.

I got on my hands and knees before him, looked back and told him to breed the bitch. He smirked and mounted me, driving that oversized head into my cunt, making me gasp. I told him to fill me, empty his balls in the bitch. He humped me furiously, profoundly swearing with every trust calling me by names, taunting me, which surprisingly had a positive effect on me, and in a short time, I was coming on his cock, shaking to my core. I looked back at him over my shoulder, biting my lips as our eyes met, and he did, too, roaring that I was a fucking married slut he was breeding.

I collapsed on the floor, my arse high up with his cock pulsing in my cunt, his body on my back, heaving as we rested. Regaining our strength, he slapped my arse hard, which made me yelp, and said that had been the best fuck for a long time, then got off me. I stood up and walked to Jeff, took his hand and while looking into his eyes, told him I wanted him to pin me down, to take me missionary on the bed," Mia sipped on her wine, then asked. "Should I continue?"

"Yes, I want to hear all of it," I told her, running my hands under her skirt.

"You do really get off on this one. I hope you fuck just as well as I am getting frisky."

"Mmmmhmm."

"Jeff stood up and looked at me from the foot of the bed. I wanted him to fuck me, pin me down and make love to me. He pushed my legs apart and climbed between them, caressing both thighs. He leant forward and kissed my mounds, running his large tongue over my well fucked folds. I was surprised he was licking my cunt after George had fucked me, and it was such a turn-on. His tongue was swirling around my clit, bringing me to an unexpected orgasm, and just then, he climbed above me, blocking the sun out with his frame, making me feel so small. While on his elbows, he put just enough weight on me to pin me down and kissed me, his tongue devouring my mouth.

I felt his cock pressing on my cunt, the head pressing on my fuckhole, opening me up more and more. It was thick, spreading me so much I had never experienced before, and just then, the head slipped in. Slowly, he drove his meat into me, then pulled back to force it even further. He dipped in and out of me a few times, then asked if I was okay. I was, I was stretched, his cock deep in my belly, and it felt so good, so good to be so full. I told him to fuck me, fill me, breed me. I was his slut at that moment. He took my hands and pinned them next to my head, kissed me again, then started to fuck me hard, real hard, pistoning in and out of my cunt. I was delirious, pinned to the bed, feeling so small under his large body, he was drilling my cunt from orgasm to orgasm, and I was quivering under him, squealing from the top of my lung, fuck me, fuck my married cunt, you bastard."

"Oh shit," I said, interrupting her.

"What is it?"

"I came! I came in my cage, in my pants."

"That is great, you cuck," she said, looking disappointed, grabbing my cock, my cage, as my cum soaked through my pants, leaving a visible stain. "What am I going to do with you, husband? My pussy is itching to be fucked, I need to be fucked, I need your cock," she said, falling out of her character.

"Sorry. I am sure I can cum again tonight," I said, somewhat flustered.

"I hope so."

"Tell me more."

"Hmmm, where was I?" Mia pondered as I put my arms around her, softly kissing and nibbling on her neck. "Oh, yes. He fucked me hard, making me quiver under him as he roared like a lion, his cock buried to the hilt, rhythmically flexing as he filled me with his spunk. He collapsed on me, squeezing the light out of me, and let my hands go as he tried to catch his breath. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his torso, not wanting him to pull out, wanting to feel that veiny monster in me. He lifted his body on his elbows, our eyes met, and he whispered 'thank you' before our lips melted together.

We passionately kissed before he rolled off me, and I heard them leave the room as I drifted off to sleep, exhausted. When I woke up, I was in a dark room, feeling sore but euphoric as I recalled what had happened. I got out of bed and walked out, looking for the guys. I only found Jim in the living room reading a book. There was no sign of the guys or the party. I asked him about it, and he told me they were all gone and asked how I was. When I told him how I felt, he took me to the bathroom, helped me to shower and tucked me in bed. Told me he would make something to eat and to rest.

It was daylight the next time I woke as Jim held me tight in bed, noticing I was awake, kissed me softly, and rolled on top of me, his hard cock pressed between our bodies. We kissed and kissed for seconds, minutes or hours that I did not know when he lifted himself up and guided his cock to my slit. Feeling I was wet, trusting forward, Jim opened me up and lowered himself onto me as his hard cock slid into my fuckhole deeper and deeper. He made love to me, slow, passionate love, and this time, he was gentle like never before, attentive to all my needs, telling me how beautiful I was whilst not one crude word was spoken. Jim only made me cum once, but it was so different from the ones before it. As I uncontrollably quivered beneath him, my orgasm lasting for minutes, if not tens of minutes, he told me how beautiful I was, the woman of his dreams, how much he loved and wanted me.