“That’s it, right there” said the man as my lips slid over his cock.
Honey was milking more cum from my own cock, still pressed between her toes.
The shock of taking this irreversible step into the trap Honey had laid before me, had brought back everything leading me here. Every twist she'd engineered. Each remembered humiliation made my penis jump and shiver under her toes.
The man meanwhile was unbothered. He had used his hand on my head to begin easing me back and forth over his shaft. His fingers twisted through my hair and pulled me down more completely onto his hard dick.
I let myself slide, curving my tongue around his shaft holding open my jaw to have only soft lips and tongue rubbing along his length. It was only a few more pumps before he too came. Warm salty semen hit the back of my throat, gagging me for a moment until he pulled his still spurting dick out trailing his cum over my tongue and squirting a thick burst on my lips and nose.
Honey pumped her legs with giddy glee, doing a little golf clap. “Bravo! Bravo!”
“Oh Sugar, that was wonderful.”
She bent down to me, sticking out her tongue and curving it to lick a dripping glob of cum off my chin. She kissed more cum off of my nose, swallowed, and then went in for a deep kiss. Her tongue probed in my mouth finding the slimy salty and scooping it into hers.
“Feeling better?” she asked after swallowing again.
I nodded shyly, surprised that I’d been so submissive, that I’d let this man dominate and use me so entirely, that I’d swallowed his dick and semen.
“I guess this puts to bed the question of your manliness doesn’t it?”
I nodded looked shyly down at the floor, keenly embarrassed by my failure to be her man hoping I'd pleased her as her girl.
Then I felt her face close to mine and her fingers gently running along my balls.
“But as you well know, that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”
“This is fun right,” she said letting her fingers close over my penis. My still warm cum squished between her fingers like lube as she began to stroke.
“I can still make you feel very very good,” she whispered directly into my ear as her other fingers laced over my balls again.
I started getting hard, I guess it was the intensity of the humiliation or the overwhelming smell of sex or the months of denial but I got as hard as I was able to.
“There we go, I think we’ve found what gets little sweetie off. Didn’t we dear.”
Honey looked up to the hairy man sitting legs spread on the booth above us. He was slowly stimulating himself, his huge soft dick slowly hardening into the monster I’d let down my throat.
“It sure looks like you did Honey. I don’t know how you trained the sissy so well on blowjobs, but hers was almost as good as yours.”
“That’s the beautiful thing, I didn’t have time for any of that, she’s just such a natural. We’re going to have SO much fun together.”
I licked salt off my lips trying to find my footing in the after glow stimulation. Trying to catch up to the conversation before my second wind of excitement and desire took over. I started to get it. They… knew each other? So this was no chance meeting. He was not an anonymous club guest. Maybe her fetish clubbing friend? He was not unfamiliar to me either, but that was a memory too distant to reclaim as Honey varied the rhythm of her strokes.
“Hey I think she’s getting it” he laughed, still masturbating, as he watched Honey tease me.
“Ah, yes, this man is not exactly a stranger sweetie.”
“’Not exactly a stranger’?, just tell him we’re married.”
“I was getting there,” Honey shot back looking a bit annoyed but never stopping playing with me, in fact she had been slowly ramping up and I felt my longing of the past couple months concentrating to a force I had to keep at bay holding back from screaming for them both to shut up and just let me cum.
“You see sweetie, there was something I saw in you…” she slowed, “potential,” she squeezed.
“So,” she threaded one finger along the bottom of my cock.
“We,” she probed a finger tip into my asshole
“Made,” she held my dick loosely as she leaned into a full kiss pressing her perky tits against my chest.
“A bet,” she squeezed and then let go of my cock letting it throb at the edge of orgasm.
“Keep going,” I begged.
“Don’t you want to hear what our bet was?” the man, her husband, asked from the booth, his dick was back to its thick full length.
“Please,” I begged. Her hand hovered inches from my cock doing its best to mount a 3 inch erection.
“I bet, Sugar, that I could make you my toy. That I could have you in any way I wanted.”
She had me. I leaned toward her, so desperate I was getting ready to hump her hand if I had to.
“I told her she was full of herself. If she was so confident she could make you do anything then she should make you suck my dick.”
Honey laughed then, noticing my dick straining toward her hand and she let the figers brush over it again renewing my desperation. “I told him give me a year. Now look at my little project.”
My desires didn’t have full hold over my mind. I felt the betrayal, I really did. To realize that she had not only led my humiliation, my transformation, my subjugation but done all of it over a silly bet. That she was married the whole time. But the brain works in funny ways and I was already a glutton for her punishment. Betrayal just deepened humiliation, resonated with inadequacy, echoed every post gym tryst she’d teased me with. Honey was already something I shared as long as I could still get a taste.
“I’ve already won the bet, but won’t you be a dear Sugar and show Jack here just how devoted you are.”
After all of that she expected me to humiliate myself again just for her. She expected me to kneel in front of him and take him down my throat, to place my hands around his thighs as I used my mouth to thrust against his huge cock like a shameless whore. I thought of all this indignantly as I did it. I’d suck him off better than her, then she’d as see what a mistake she’d made. I’d take his next load all in my mouth and spit it right in her eyes. I had him deep in my throat when I felt her fingers on my prostate as her hand closed on my dick.
I spasmed, his cock still down my throat, struggling to stay upright to pull back as he pushed me further down, as my own sputtering cum orgasm washed over me, as she probed my ass again for another wave.
Finally he finished cumming in my mouth and let me go, I collapsed to the floor swallowing and coughing covered in both of our cum.
“Wow Honey! I have to say you were right, as always.”
“So we can keep her?”
“If she wants to, we can keep her.”
“You hear that Sugar! You can stay with us.” she shouted with animated joy, splaying her hands out.
“What do you say sweetheart? Should we play like this forever?”
The doorbell rang.
“There in a minute.” I chirped over the stove top fan.
I pulled the casserole out and set it to cool, then hurried towards the door.
My small pink cage, a present from Jack, bounced inside my tight panties.
Checking the door camera I saw a bored looking teenager holding a bouquet of flowers. I laughed knowing the shock my little maid uniform and apron would give him and swung open the door.
The boy stammered for 30 seconds, not sure where to look. His eyes roamed my long soft shaven legs beneath my short black skirt, back up my “kiss the cook” apron to the hint of side boob spilling out, and up to my pink locked collar another gift from Jack (he’s so thoughtful), and landing back on my face to make note of the little pink lipstick kiss on my cheek Honey had left in the morning and which I didn’t want to wipe away (she is so sweet).
“Flowers for a, uh, Sugar.”
“That’s me,” I chirped excitedly. I wondered which of them had gotten me flowers this time. I was thinking of how perfect they were going to look on the dinner table tonight with the meal I’d prepared.
“You need to uh sign.” I could see his hard-on straining at his little yellow work shorts.
“No problem,” I took his hand with the delivery slip still in it and bent down placing a red kiss right on the signature line.
“Uh, and, um,” he stammered as his pants strained, “there’s a card.”
He handed me a little red envelope. I broke the seal and slid out a little floral card.
Hello Sugar,
Flowers for you. I hope their fragrance is as sweet as you make our lives. By the way, its our anniversary so I was thinking maybe tonight I do that thing you like so much.
All my love, Honey.
P.S. Tip the man.
Obediently, I began undoing the button on the boys shorts. “Oh your, uh, I shouldn’t, um, we can’t, it’s… right here?”
“Just enjoy it. People tell me I’m very good at it.”
His cock was pretty average and already quite hard. So I had no trouble getting it all in my mouth. A couple minutes of quick motion as he nervously looked around the apartment hallway before finally letting his focus rest on my budding breasts peeking out from my apron and low cut maid top. His warm cum burst into my mouth and I gently wrestled his softening penis back into his boxers and said thank you through the cum before swallowing. I waited as he blinked himself through his post nut stupor and finally said, “ah well uh you’re welcome miss” and half stumbled down the stairs.
Later, after dinner (Jack said I’d really perfected my creamy chicken and rice), we sat happily at the table. Jack on his phone reading Reddit and winding down from work. Honey leafing through a pile of mail, her foot bouncing a little yellow flip flop that dangled between her beautiful toes. I was reading a book, Notes of a Crocodile, another pull off of my finally shrinking ‘to read’ list, but I kept stopping among the lush words to watch Honey’s yellow nails bounce, bounce, bounce. I was smiling to myself when Honey stopped bouncing and slit open an envelope.
“Hey Sugar, I got you another anniversary gift,” she smiled as tossed me the folded letter. It was addressed to a name I didn’t answer to anymore, and confirmed that with this latest payment my student loans were paid in full. It felt so silly that I’d spent so much or worked so hard. I hadn’t known then that something like Honey’s love was even an option, but now I felt so lucky to know it.
Jack put down his phone “Should we get ready for bed?”
“I promised Sugar a special night”
Jack leaned into kiss her, then roughly pulled me to him and kissed me too. “Every night with you two is a special night.” he growled.
Honey laughed, pulling open the nightstand drawer. She took out a large transparent silicon strap on, and smiled as she approached me.
"For you," she said using the key on her tennis braclet to unlock my cage, then gently slipping my stiffening penis into the cavity of the dildo, and finally fasting the straps above and below my butt cheeks.
Jack was already getting into position at the head of the bed. Kneeling so his cock was at mouth level when Honey climbed up onto the bed. I took my position behind her. My dick had plenty of room to throb inside the prosthetic.
She took Jack into her mouth as I plunged into her ass. I thrust eagerly, each push causing her lips to slide up and down his cock. All three of us moaned.
I felt Honey's tight ass tugging on the dildo. Any slight jealosy I felt at missing out on the feeling of thrusting into her was shadowed by the electric sight of her smooth hazelnut skin bouncing under my thrusts. Her back arched gorgeously as we spit roasted her. I even got so excited I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, and she let me, our passion coming out in heavy breaths, grunts, and slapping skin.
I came quickly, feeling the warmth fill around my trapped cock.
Honey turned her body, my cock still inside the dildo that was still inside her, causing a twisting teasing sensation that caused me to pull out and collapse in post orgasm spasms.
"Excellent work Sweetie," she purred, unstrapping my borrowed dick.
I opened my mouth patiently, as I felt her hand stroke me lubricated by my own cum. Then she tilted the dildo over my waiting lips, filling my mouth completely with my saved up cum.
"She's ready for you Jack"
I held my position, mouth filled with cum, as Honey stroked me and Jack stroked above me. I could tell the sight of my perky breasts and cum filled mouth had him excited because he sped up, his balls slapping from the force. Then he came too.
"Swallow," Honey commanded and I swallowed my own semen to make room for Jack's, opening my mouht quickly again to catch what hadn't already splattered across my cheeks and chin.
Honey pressed a wet kiss to my cum covered cheek.
“Oh fuck. This is the life,” Jack moaned as the last of his cum burst across our faces.
Jack fell back onto the pillows while Honey gently licked my face clean, kissing each stray bit of cum into my mouth to be swalowed. Finally we both fell back to lie next to Jack, the warmth from our sweaty bodies drawing us toward sleep in our bed.
...
My bed, their bed, our bed.
This admittedly strange arrangement was not ever the life I’d have picked if each choice along the road had been presented clearly. Honey had led me, a spoonful of sugar at a time, into the sweetest little something I could imagine and I’d never get tired of repaying her.
