For the next two days I practically rushed home after work to have sex with Julie. I saw Wayne just once for lunch, and that was just for him to tell me that everything was ON for our Friday night Competition. The sex was fantastic until Thursday Night. When we got all naked, Julie looked at me and said, “I want you to save yourself for tomorrow night” as her finger cupped my balls. I was okay with that, no sex until I got to romp with Susan; guess I should have thanked Julie for looking out for my sexual energy. But, Julie then suggested that I still go down on her. She mentioned that some of her hairs, as they were starting to regrow, were starting to chaife her pussy. Frustrated, but excited for the next evening, I kissed and licked Julie to several body shuddering orgasms.
I could hardly wait for Friday evening. I was bested once, but twice? Unthinkable. I rushed through work, seeing Wayne, and exchanging winks, only once. When I arrived home, Julie was already in the bathroom getting ready. She refused to let me see her getting dressed and ready at all. Something about a ‘surprise’. When I was finally allowed into the bedroom I was delighted to see Julie dressed in a very tight black dress, high heels and fishnet stockings. I’d have to save something of myself for her tonight too. After a through shower and personal grooming, I was ready too. The scenery whisked by in a blur as I drove to our appointment of sex poker.
Wayne and Susan greeted us at the door; hugs and kisses all around. Susan looked stunning. She wore a red dress, her hair up in a bun exposing most of her neck, and leather high heel boots that came up to her knees. She was dressed to thrill. Inside their home, the lights were dimmed, a few candles were lit and a bottle of champaigne was chilling in a ice chiller on the coffee table. Soft jazz filled the room and set the mood. I could hardly take my eyes off Susan; Wayne sat next to Julie on the sofa.
It was Susan who spoke up, “Oooo”, she said, “I have to show you all the Chastity Device. It just arrived FedEx this afternoon.” She walked over to the coffee table and picked up a clear plastic thing that was next to the chiller. It looked like a plastic cage for a cock, with a ring at the base. “It’s called the CB6000,” she proclaimed. “You put the cock inside of the tube part and the ring fits around the back of the balls. Then both pieces are locked together.” She demonstrated, “Click! No sex for the Loser Slave.” The girls really giggled at the sound of the clicking, but Wayne and I only managed a smile.
Looking straight at me, Susan said, “I’ve always wanted to put a guy in one of these. Lock him up and hold the key to his sex life, litteraly. Only fair that the hubby has to suffer a little since our pussies have been put up as the trophy for winning, no?” We all laughed. It was then that I realized how Dom Susan really was.
Susan passed it around for us to inspect. When I got to look it over, to me, it looked like Wayne would have trouble fitting all his equipment inside. Tough for him, I thought.
“Let’s all have a drink,” proposed Wayne. Susan produced the champagne glasses as Wayne opened the bottle with a resounding ‘POP!” As we sipped our champagne the topic of conversation was how hot the women looked. Susan commented on how hot she felt bring put ‘up for grabs’. Julie mentioned that our ‘loser’s’ sex had been great all week, getting a sly grin from Susan who was probably informed as to how much oral sex I had given Julie.
After most of the champagne was consumed Susan announced, “we Girls have a show to put on for the Men. Time to show off what the prize for winning is going to be.”
With that, both walked to the center of the living room. They hugged a bit and swayed to the music. Susan looked at Julie and said, ‘Guest goes first.’ My Julie smiled and turned her back to all of us. Susan gave us guys a grin, then proceeded to unzip my wife out of her little black dress. Slowly, she lowered the straps from Julie’s dress and allowed it to fall to the floor, around Julie’s legs. She held out her hand to help Julie step out of the dress.
I think Wayne and I were both spellbound. With her back to us, Julie’s incredible hourglass form was accentuated by her high heels, fishnet stockings, a tiny red silk thong that went up the crack of her ass and exposed her white ass cheeks, the back straps of a frilly red garter belt and the back strap of a satin red bra. Slowly, Julie turned to face us, her smile letting me know that she adored the attention. I had not seen her in a garter belt since our wedding night. I noticed that she had also done up her finger and toe nails in a bright matching red. I did not want Wayne to get this prize. We both clapped and whistled at this delightful spectacle. There was the faintest trace of a camel toe as the tiny red silk panty pressed against her shaven pussy.
“Now for me,” Susan turned and presented her back to Julie. My wife swayed over to Susan, with a chuckle of delight, unzipped Susan out of her red dress, yanked it off her shoulders and pulled it to the floor, past Susan’s knee high boots. Susan took a quick shuffle to step out of the dress. She was stunning, in full black lingerie. Black boots, black nylon stockings, black garter, black satin panties that covered her tight little ass, and a black satin bra. I was instantly hard when she turned to give us a full frontal view.
“Let’s let em inspect the prizes,” Susan said to Julie.
Susan locked her eyes on mine as she sauntered over to me. Prize indeed. I could not wait to fuck that bony bitch. Those leather ‘fuck me’ boots and her black lingerie really contrasted against her white skin. I’d give it to her, as well as Wayne did, if not more. Susan just held her head high as I drunk in her form with my eyes and smelled the faint scent of her sex near my face.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Julie practically fall into Wayne’s spread legs. He was smiling ear to ear as he brazenly stroked my wife’s stomach with his black hands. He drew circles around her skin all the way across to her hips. Then he cupped her pussy in his right hand as she spread her legs just a bit to allow this and cocked her head to one side. I could see shivers roll down her spine. That’s all the host will get, I thought to myself. I noticed a bit of wetness starting to be visible on the front of Julie’s panty.
It was Wayne who spoke up and broke up the exhibition. “Since the ladies are already mostly undressed, and excited, why don’t we dispense with the poker. One hand draw, winner take all”
I cleared my throat and asked, “what do you mean?” I didn’t want to swing, I wanted to win this bitch in front of me. Plus, I was counting on my poker skills to get an edge.
Wayne responded, “Oh come on, just one hand, Susan will shuffle, Julie will cut the deck and we each draw one card. Aces high. Highest card is the winner. The girls are ready and we’re both hard from their excellent show so let’s just get this done.” He was right, I could hardly argue. I wanted Susan’s stunning body, that was right in front of me, so badly.
Looking down at me, Susan added, “Everything is ready upstairs in the bed room. As you wanted, the condoms are on the table. Of course, Magnum for Wayne and regular for you.” Susan, always the bitch!
Wayne stood and got the deck of cards from the table. Susan shuffled them good, her boobs swayed, incased in her bra, right in front of me. Julie, giving me a big smile, cut the deck. Her red fingernails really looked great. As the guest, I drew first. Seven of Clubs. Not bad. A lucky number….the there were many higher cards. All commented that it was a lucky number.
Before Wayne could draw his card, Susan remarked, “Queen of Spades! Come on!” Wayne gave her a hard look for her rudeness, then he drew. Jack of Clubs!
I think I heard myself let out a deep sigh. Susan practically bounced up and down.
“Well, come on over and sit on my lap,” Wayne said to my wife as he put an arm around her. Was he comforting her or taking possession? Julie, for her part, did not upset at all. She just kept her head up and smiled as she walked over to the sofa.
My mind was reeling. I could not believe my luck. Wayne was going to get my Julie, fuck her. I was now at Susan’s mercy. Cuckolded and chastity belted all at once. Stupid betting ego of mine, now I would take the consequences.
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