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CHAPTER 15
TEN MONTHS LATER
"Sweetie, can you open a bottle of wine for dinner?" Sara called out.
At about the same time, Mike replied, "I'll be right there" and Nick asked, "Red or white?" Both men laughed. She called both of them sweetie so she could have been calling out to either one of them.
Mike and Nick were sitting in comfortable chairs on the deck and each of them held a highball glass filled with a Peerless Double-Oaked Rye Manhattan. It was a warm day for the early summer and everyone was relaxing after a hectic week leading up to Janet's high school graduation. Nick had given Janet an epic graduation gift – two-month Eurail passes for her and her sister and credit cards to cover travel expenses. The girls were ecstatic to spend the summer in Europe together and had just left for their trip the day before.
Despite Sara's concerns about her girls touring Europe unescorted, the excitement of having the house to themselves for the entire summer was palpable. As expected, telling the girls about their plan to be a throuple didn't go without some drama. Sara had decided it should be her and Mike to tell them so they knew Mike was totally onboard with the idea. Janet had stormed out of the room and shouted at Sara, "Is there anyone I know that you're NOT slee_ping with?!" Sara had started to jump up to confront her daugh_ter, but Mike grabbed her by the arm and encouraged her to let it go. Anne just rolled her eyes and said, "I'm leaving for college next week. You all can do whatever you want." It was actually Mike that smoothed things over with the younger daugh_ter. He had been her stepdad since she was a little girl and they had a great relationship. He made a point of taking her out to dinner often, which also gave Sara and Nick time to be alone together. Because of their relationship, he encouraged her to be open and he would be as honest as possible.
When Janet realized Mike was slee_ping in the spare bedroom, she had confronted Sara about the slee_ping arrangements in the house. Sara shut down the conversation with, "It's none of your business, but Mike started slee_ping in the spare bedroom because his snoring was keeping me awake and we both wanted to get a better night of sl_eep. It had nothing to do with bringing Nick into our relationship." She figured a little white lie was a better response than telling her, "Because Nick doesn't want Mike touching or seeing me naked every night."
During a dinner at their favorite pizza parlor, Janet had asked Mike, "I know you and Nick have been best friends since high school, but why are you okay with my mom being his wife too?"
Mike shrugged and replied conversationally, "I love Nick and I love your mom. He was the best man at our wedding and they've been great friends for as long as I've known her. I guess it was after his divorce that their friendship seemed to be changing and he started pulling away from us because he didn't want to interfere. When we found out why he was pulling away, we all agreed that what we had together was too important and we should just go with the flow and see what happened. So far, it seems to be going great."
Janet pressed, "But don't you get jealous? I mean it's one thing to all be close friends, but ... he sl_eeps in the same bed as her and you sl_eep in the other room."
Mike smiled and said honestly, "You can't be in this type of relationship if you're a jealous person. I know how much they love each other and how much they love me. Who sl_eeps where isn't all that important. The only thing important is how we treat each other and making sure we meet the emotional needs of one another. Like I said, so far, it's going great." What he didn't tell her, was how they were meeting each other's needs.
As Mike got up from the comfortable chair on the deck, the outline of his chastity tube was barely visible through his shorts. His only time out of chastity for the past two months had been for supervised weekly cleanings with a stiff bristled bath brush administered by his wife – sometimes with Nick watching. As Sara had suggested, he gave her the chastity device as an anniversary present and she told him to give the keys to Nick. "Tell him why you want him to have they keys," she insisted. Mike was red-faced when he admitted, "Since you control Sara's sex life now, I thought you should control mine too." Nick was surprised by the gesture but the whole idea intrigued him. It was a few months later when they were all having cocktails together at a local lounge when Sara was teasing Mike and told him to be honest about how much he liked being put in chastity. He tried to deflect and laugh about it, but Sara wouldn't let him off that easy. It may have been the alco_hol, but he finally admitted, "It's the most exciting and frustrating thing I've ever done. I can't stop thinking about sex and wondering when I'll get out again, but then hoping it will be longer at the same time. It's a real mindfuck." Nick took that as a signal he wanted more, so Mike had been in chastity more than he was out of it ever since. On the bright side, Nick was much more open to Mike seeing Sara naked and allowing him to watch them have sex when he was in chastity.
"Hey buddy, will you grab the salt and pepper and see if Sara needs any potholders on the table while you're in there?" Nick asked cheerfully.
"Sure thing," Mike replied as he went inside to open the wine. Mike had already set the table on the outside deck. It was such a beautiful evening, they had decided to eat outside.
As Mike walked up behind his wife, he slipped an arm around her waist and looked over her shoulder to see what she was cooking. The aroma of garlic and Mediterranean spices hit his olfactory senses first and then the soothing scents of the bread and artichoke dip in the oven mingled with the other fragrances. He kissed her neck and said, "Mmmmm, it smells amazing."
Sara leaned against him and enjoyed his embrace and his lips. "Why don't you open the Sangiovese you brought home?" she asked pleasantly.
"Oh darn," Mike exclaimed. "I completely forgot to stop by the wine shop on the way home."
"Aww Mike," she complained as she turned to face him and pulled away from his embrace. "It was on the list."
"I know, but after I got everything at the grocery I thought I was done," he said with an apologetic frown. "We do have a really nice Sauvignon Blanc in the refrigerator though."
"But that won't pair with the garlic and spices in the dish I'm making," Sara said in frustration.
"Hey, what's going on in here?" Nick queried as he walked in the back door.
"Mike forgot the wine I specifically put on his shopping list," Sara said angrily.
"Sounds like somebody is in trouble," Nick said in a teasing voice.
"But, Sara almost always gets the wine," Mike said defensively. Which was true. The wine shop owner was a friend of Sara's and she usually stopped on her way home after the weekly pickleball and coffee gathering.
Sara stiffened and folded her arms tightly in front of her. "So, it's my fault you forgot," she snapped. Then, she jerked open a kitchen drawer and snatched out a wooden spatula. She held it out to Nick and said in a heated tone, "I think boy needs his ass spanked for being so thoughtless."
Mike started to object but Nick just shrugged and said, "Drop your pants and grab your ankles."
Mike's face registered his feelings of injustice and resignation as he thrust his shorts to his ankles and defiantly grabbed his legs just above the ankles. Nick stepped behind him and put one hand on his lower back and rubbed the wooden spatula on his asscheek. Then, he proceeded to deliver ten loud swats with the wooden implement as Mike stoically accepted his punishment with only a slight knee bend for the final two spanks.
Nick turned back to Sara, who was watching the whole thing with a glare, and asked her, "How's that?"
"I think he deserves ten more for being such a little sh_it and suggesting it was my fault," she replied testily.
Nick turned back to Mike and shrugged again, saying, "Sorry buddy. Back in position." Mike huffed in protest, but resumed his bent over position and waited for the next ten swats. This time, despite his best efforts, he wasn't able to remain silent and let out a painful "Aaaaaa" that grew louder after each of the last five strokes.
Nick returned the wooden spatula to the drawer as Mike pulled up his shorts and Sara returned to cooking. Nick watched as Mike quietly retrieved the bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and removed the cork. Then, Nick said, "Boy ... don't you have something to say to mommy?"
Mike mumbled a quiet, "I'm sorry mommy."
Then, Nick said, "Now kiss and make up."
Mike walked over to Sara and kissed her on the cheek but she didn't turn her head to return the affection. Instead, she turned off the gas burner of the stove and opened the oven door as she told Mike, "You can get the oven mitts and take everything out to the table." Then, she grabbed the bottle of white wine and two glasses and went outside. Mike assumed correctly that he wouldn't be getting any wine tonight.
Nick just smiled and said, "God, I'm going to love this summer!" and followed her outside as Mike was left to bring everything else to the dinner table.
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CHAPTER 16
Sara was moaning pleasurably as her large, full breasts bobbed slowly up and down with each thrust of her hips as she rode Nick's cock in a reverse cowgirl position. Mike was kneeling at the end of the bed, facing his wife and watching her breasts intently. He was wearing the chastity tube, had a butt plug in his red ass and was wearing one of Sara's bras. Sara had also put red lipstick on him while teasing, "I always wanted to have a threesome with another woman, but I always thought she'd be a lot prettier and without a 5 O'clock shadow." He had been given a choice between getting a night without chastity and the freedom to masturbate alone in his bedroom (although still not allowed to cum of course), or to join them in their bedroom to be used as their 'little girlie sex toy'. Obviously, he took the sex toy option.
"Lick her clit," Nick ordered from his reclined position under Sara. He liked watching Sara's face and tits when she rode him but he had already decided what he wanted Mike to do when he told her to face the other way and ride his cock in a reverse cowgirl position.
Mike quickly climbed onto the bed and had to get on his stomach between Nick's legs to get low enough for his tongue to find her wet, aroused clitoris. She never stopped her slow up and down ride on the object of her affection as Mike tried to intercept his target on one of her downward movements. When she felt his tongue and lips, she let out a long, pleasurable wail of delight. "Oooohmiiiigawwwwd," she moaned happily. "Oh yessss, keep doing that," she insisted. Mike felt his tongue barely graze Mike's cock but mostly his tongue and lips were locked on his wife's clit. Fortunately, none of them were interested in Mike doing anything sexual with Nick, but they were becoming comfortable enough with each other that an occasional touch or contact with Nick's genitals was mostly ignored. More than once, Mike had felt Nick's erection pressing against his stomach when he was lying across Nick's lap and being spanked. Unfortunate for Mike, his wife and NIck both found spanking to be good foreplay before they had sex. Sara especially liked to hear him moan while she plugged him and then couldn't resist spanking him while he was over her lap.
Sara started thrusting her hips faster on Nick's cock and moaning louder as Mike's tongue drove her closer to orgasm. "Okay, that's enough boy. I think you're done until cleanup time," Nick demanded.
Mike reluctantly stopped and climbed off of the bed. He hadn't given his wife an orgasm with his tongue in more than a year. He knew he also wouldn't be allowed when he licked Nick's cum from her pussy afterward, either. Once Nick decided all of his cum was licked up, he would tell him to stop. Sara would give him a "sorry honey" look before rubbing his head affectionately.
As Mike watched his wife have a loud, screaming orgasm, he thought about the last time he'd enjoyed one himself. It had been weeks since his last one. He'd only been given the chance to have two orgasms this entire summer. As usual, they were only allowed if he was also being humiliated. On his birthday, after getting his birthday spanks from both of them and being told to "stand in the middle of the room and play with your little boy toy", Nick had even allowed him to cum on Sara's tits and lick it off. It was the only time he had touched his wife's breasts since the summer before and he enjoyed the opportunity immensely. He had begged to be allowed more time and gladly traded cane strokes and a month of chastity for two more minutes touching her glorious tits. Watching the bouncing of her breasts tonight was a wonderful reminder of that night.
After Sara's orgasm, Nick said, "Why don't we give cleanup boy somewhere new to get his dessert tonight?" Sara nodded her head eagerly and got on her hands and knees, facing Mike again. Nick got on his knees behind her and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. After getting her ass ready with a well-lubed finger, he placed his cock at the opening of her ass and slowly pressed the head into the tight opening. Sara's eyes closed tightly and her mouth opened without any sound coming out for a moment. Then, she gasped and put her forehead on the mattress as Nick continued to slowly press further into her.
Mike watched in fascination from his kneeling position and suddenly became very conscious of the plug filling his own ass. He still couldn't believe his wife was able to take Nick's fat cock there. He knew the grimace and moaning would quickly change to mews of pleasure and groans of ecstasy before they were done. Suddenly, when he felt it drip onto his leg, he was aware of the cum dribbling from the tip of his chastity tube. God, he wanted to cum so bad!
As he carefully established a slow, purposeful rhythm with each thrust into Sara's ass, Nick watched Mike's lipstick and make-up covered face and the lust in his eyes. He couldn't imagine the sexual frustration and humil_iation his friend must be feeling as he watched his wife being sodomized right in front of him. Nick felt no remorse or pity for his friend. He had accepted long ago that Mike wanted, no, "needed" Nick to be the dominant sexual partner for the women in his life. At first, he was more than happy to fill in for his buddy and take care of the sexual needs of the women he loved, but now he knew there was more to it. Mike didn't just need him to take care of his women. He also needed Nick to fill another part of his own sexual needs. Mike needed him to take over and totally control the sex lives of him and his wife. He wanted to be replaced and to submit himself to the man that could give the woman he loved the things he couldn't. Mike desperately needed to submit to his sexual superiors and, without a doubt, Nick was his sexual superior.
Nick could feel the surge of adrenaline as his pace increased and Sara's moaning became a mixture of desperate wailing and fiery passion. Her face was buried in the mattress now and she was totally yielding herself to his pleasure. He slapped one asscheek and then the other. Sara's only response was to moan louder and thrust her ass faster in response. Nick smiled triumphantly at the bra-wearing submissives kneeling at the foot of the bed in front of him and said confidently, "I'll bet you wish it was you instead of her, don't you boy?"
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EPILOGUE
The view of the Cinque Terre coast from the balcony of their Airbnb was everything Sara had dreamed it would be. The azure blue of the sparkling water and the pastel-colored houses had mesmerized her from the day they arrived. She was already feeling sad about leaving tomorrow. It had been a wonderful way to spend her birthday and, best of all, she and Mike had spent the entire week reconnecting in a way they hadn't for a very long time.
"Will you miss it?" Sara asked wistfully. She was lounging on a chaise lounge recliner and the only thing she was wearing was a large brimmed white sun hat and sunglasses. On the small table next to her, was a stemmed wine glass with beads of water condensing on the sides like dew on a window after a summer rain.
Mike was reclined on a matching chaise lounge on the other side of the table with a bottle of Peroni in one hand and a well-read, dog-eared Michael Crichton paperback he had found on the bookshelf in the other. He looked at his wife and gazed admiringly at her body. The swell of her breasts, her flat stomach, nicely rounded hips and the thin rectangle patch of hair above her pussy. Even after all these years, he couldn't believe a woman as beautiful as her had chosen to marry him.
"Of course I will," Mike exclaimed earnestly. "But I think we both know what works best."
Sara turned her head toward Mike confused and then laughed, "I'm not talking about 'that' silly boy. I mean this," as she waved her arm toward the beautiful scene in front of them.
Mike laughed in embarrassment and said, "Well, of course I'll miss this too!"
Sara kept looking at Mike for a moment, before asking, "So, how are you feeling? Are you nervous about tonight?"
Mike took another swig of the Peroni and then rolled onto his side on the chaise lounge so he was facing his wife. He sighed before saying, "Maybe a little bit. I still can't help feeling like it's wrong. Like I'm doing something I shouldn't."
"Well, you shouldn't feel that way. It was my idea and I want you to," Sara said in an even tone. "For the record, I've had fun all week and I'm sure I will tonight as well." Then, she smiled with a compassionate expression and added, "But, I'm glad you still feel that way. It will make everything easier."
Mike nodded in agreement. 'Easier' was a relative term. He wasn't sure if this week was going to make things any easier, but it was becoming clearer ... more final. Maybe that was why Sara wanted to have this trip. This was her way of proving they had made the right choice. She could confidently acknowledge to herself that their roles weren't just a way for her to get what she wanted. To demonstrate that it was a joint decision made for the benefit of both of them. She wanted to be a good wife and wanted him to be the best husband he could be. The man that knew how to put his woman first, how to make her feel loved and cared for. Perhaps, she wanted him to see that his decision had been a noble gesture that was really in everyone's best interest. At least, that's the way it seemed to him.
Sara sat up on the chaise to look at the view again. She sipped her wine and enjoyed the sparkly taste of the prosecco as the bubbles fizzed in her mouth. The sun on her body felt wonderful and caused her to think about Nick. She had tried to keep her focus on Mike this week, but she couldn't help thinking about her lover, her 'other' husband, when her body felt warm and tingling from the glow caused by the wine. She thought about the conversation with him when she decided to take this trip with Mike.
"I thought you all made the decision a few years ago to never have sex again," Nick had said apprehensively.
"We did," Sara explained. "And we renew that commitment every year on our anniversary. I just think it's time to make it final. To let him have one final chance to know what it's like to have sex with a woman. To get his final chance to enjoy all the things he used to take for granted and to know there won't be any more "renewals" of our commitment. That, once and for all, you will be the only man allowed to do those things. This body will truly be for you only."
Nick's face showed his displeasure, but he knew she had made up her mind. If he wanted to, he could have pressured her to change her mind, but their relationship was built on trust and mutual respect. "I guess I just didn't realize the decision hadn't been final," he grumbled. "But, Mike deserves a final opportunity to enjoy an incredible night and there's nobody hotter than you in bed, so I have no doubt he'll have one hell of a good time. I just hope he lasts long enough to enjoy it."
Sara laughed and agreed, "I know. The poor thing's final fling may be over in minutes. At least, he'll know for sure that it needed to be his final fling."
Unfortunately, things had turned out mostly like they expected. However, knowing that was likely, Sara planned to make his "final fling" last the entire week. Each night, she allowed Mike to enjoy something he didn't usually get an opportunity to do anymore. On the first night in Italy, she told Mike over dinner, "When we get back to our place tonight, I want you to put on some soft music and then we're going to get naked. After you give me an orgasm with your mouth, I'm going to give you one with mine." Mike had almost cho_ked on the mouthful of seafood he was eating. Sara smiled sexily and told him, "And, while I'm doing it, I want you to know that it will be the last blowjob you'll ever get."
To her surprise, his first reaction was to worry about how Nick would feel. "He knows and he's excited for you," she reassured her husband. "He knows how much being denied sex with me gets in your head. He said knowing it will be the last time ever will probably be the most exciting sexual experience you've ever had." By the look on Mike's face, she had little doubt Nick was right.
He was so nervous when she started sucking him, he was having trouble getting erect. She finally said, "Do I need to spank you to get you to relax?" He assured her that wouldn't be necessary, especially after she pushed a finger into his ass, and Mike got hard a few minutes later. Once she took the full length of his erection into her mouth, he begged her to go slow, but it didn't matter. He came in less than two minutes. "I hope you enjoyed your last ever blowjob," Sara said in a sultry, teasing manner as she French-kissed him and shared his taste with him.
When they were in their Airbnb, she spent most of the time nude and encouraged Mike to hug and touch her whenever she saw him admiring her body. One night she told Mike to give her a sensual massage and to feel free to bring her to orgasm while he was doing it. After her second orgasm, once from his fingers and the second from his tongue, she told him to masturbate wherever he wanted on her so he could lick it up. Of course, he chose her breasts. As he was stroking himself, Sara asked, "Did you feel guilty playing with Nick's body like you did tonight?" Mike nodded and told her he had been feeling guilty ever since they got here and she was let him see and touch her naked body. Sara said, "That's good because I wouldn't count on him letting you touch my body like that when we get back." Nick stroked himself faster and came a moment later.
Over the next few nights, she let Mike bring her to orgasm orally and then she would give him a handjob. Then, the previous night, she told him, "Tonight, I want you to put your tongue in my ass to get it good and wet. Know why I want you to do that?" Mike just stared at her in disbelief. She nodded her head and said, "Yes, I want you to get one final chance to fuck me in the ass. That always was the best way for you to fuck me. Your little thing didn't feel quite so small when you put it there." Sara had squeezed his hand and enjoyed seeing the excitement in his eyes. "Does it make you feel excited to know you are having sex and doing sexual things with a woman that will be the last time in your life? I mean, you'll still get teased and get to watch sometimes, but it will be the last time you get to do it yourself. Tomorrow, will be the last time you'll feel the inside of a woman's pussy. After this week, you'll only get to cum with your own hand or maybe get a lucky handjob every once in a while. Know why?" Mike shook his head and Sara said, "Because that's what happens to pussy-free cuckolds. We both know that's who you want to be, isn't it?" Mike gasped, "Yes" and Sara smiled. "But, we still have two days. Tonight my ass and tomorrow ..."
Sara took the final sip of her prosecco and turned back to Mike sitting on the chaise lounge watching her. She handed him her glass to refill and said, "So, do you think you'll actually get in me tonight? I'd hate for your final chance to feel my pussy to be another strikeout."
Mike turned a little red and replied remorsefully, "I sure do hope so." He thought about the night before when he tried to enter his wife's ass with his firm erection. He was so excited and her ass was so tight that he could tell it wouldn't last long. Sara was moaning and telling him, "Fuck me. Fuck my ass Mike. It's your ass tonight. Show me how bad you want to fuck my ass for the last time ever." He barely got the head inside her when he could feel the orgasm approaching. He wanted to be gentle so he started to pull back out to try and go slow, but she kept pushing her ass back against him and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. So, he tried to push into her but, with her ass wiggling, his cock slipped out just as he started to cum. Sara could tell from his groans that he was cumming and she looked over her shoulder and said, "Are you even in me yet?" Mike tried again but it was too late. His cock was already softening. He missed his one final chance to give his wife "the best way" he could fuck her.
Sara put her hand on his knee. Mike had a pained expression on his face. "You don't have to if you don't want to," she said softly. "It's supposed to be something to look forward to, but you look like someone waiting to be punished."
Mike put his hand over hers and squeezed it. He looked down at her knees and let his eyes wander up her legs toward her pussy. He took a deep breath and looked back into her sympathetic face. "Would you mind terribly if I just licked you to orgasm instead?"
Sara smiled at her husband and stood up from the chaise, holding him by the hand. "C'mon my boy. Take me back to the bed and remind me how you pleased your wife for all these years with that amazing tongue of yours. Later tonight, I'll let you show me again. I'll even spank you first, if you want me to."
Mike grinned at his wife as he stood up and hugged her. "I love you so much." Then, as they walked hand-in-hand into the house, he said sheepishly, "Did you bring the hairbrush or would you rather use my belt? I certainly deserve both."
Sara gave him a sexy, provocative look and said, "Don't worry boy. You'll get everything you deserve and more. As you said before, we both know what works best." She pulled him toward the bedroom and told him to get naked.
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