After the Reunion Ch 19
Finally, the night Addie had been waiting for
Saturday night, Sept 23, 2028
The beautiful, black woman, Ashanti, smiled and began to unbutton her blouse. Yeah, she knew how to take her clothes off, slow and seductively. She had just started to crawl up the bed on top of Jonah when he turned his head toward the door. My wife stood in the doorway, completely naked. “Jonah, I’m sorry I blew up at you. I know what you’re doing.” She paused, then went on, “I’m so fuckin’ horny right now. Can I stay and watch?”
Jonah motioned toward the chair next to the wall and said, “You know the rule.” Addie nodded and sat, pressing her legs apart a little and one hand over her pussy, rubbing herself slowly. Then Jonah’s eyes went back toward the beautiful, sexy, naked black woman on her hands and knees in front of him, who smiled and slowly started to unbuckle his belt.
God, she was gorgeous, she’d certainly give Tanya a run for the money for Playmate of the Year. Shit, what a thought… think I might suggest either to Playboy. What a spread either could make! Hell, Addie too, for that matter. Hmmm, evil thoughts invaded my mind.
She pulled Jonah’s pants down past his you-know-what, then just stared a moment and said quietly to herself, “Holy crap, girl!” Jonah’s dick was pointing straight up at least eleven inches right in front of her. She leaned over him and stretched, her lips around the head. I wondered if she had any idea that, besides Addie, a fourth person, me, was in the room with them, via Jonah’s camera-glasses and my headset.
I stretched out on my bed and pushed my pants and shorts down, letting my dick loose, poking a good-sized hole in the air straight up toward the ceiling, almost feeling Ashanti’s mouth on my cock. I ’d gotten a little used to the feeling of actually being there that my headset gave me, but looking down at that beautiful woman going down on what really seemed like myself was something else entirely.
Jonah glanced briefly at Addie in the chair. She’d pulled her legs tight together with her hand over her pussy and was rocking back and forth, moaning, pretty obviously wanting to be where Ashanti was. I was wishing she was too.
She didn’t do it long, though. She scooted her body up and held herself up over him and started to lower herself down over him. That was when I really, really wished it had been Addie, not Ashanti.
My headset went dark. Shit! The asshole shut me off. Either that or my battery went dead, except that the instructions said that a little icon would start blinking. I took them off and switched batteries anyway… still dark.
Well hell, this was disappointing. I wanted to watch that girl fuck Jonah. But mostly, to see Addie’s reaction, how she handled watching her lover with another woman. Maybe ‘fucker’ or even ‘master’ was a better word than ‘lover’. I don’t know much about the man, but I sure as hell hadn’t seen much ‘loving’ from him, toward my wife, anyway.
Then I realized, he was sure as hell different with Ashanti than he’d been with Addie. What the hell? Was it the idea of dominating a white woman? Or just the difference in her personality, recognizing that’s the type of treatment that my wife would love? Whatever it was, he had been completely different with her than with Addie. No tied hands, no blindfold, no spanking, no crude language, no nothing except fucking.
I took the headset off again and pulled a pair of underwear on. I hate to sleep naked. Then I noticed my phone blinking. Dammit, I’d forgotten to put it back in my pocket after getting those text messages earlier. I checked it and saw that Addie had called. Crap, crap, triple crap! She hadn’t left a message, just hung up when I didn’t answer. I knew it would be a waste of time to call her back now, and I didn’t know when, so sent her a text message instead, ‘Sorry love, call back, please. Love you! M.’
That night I dreamed of Samuel and my wife. He’d snuck in and fucked her from behind, her on her hands and knees, and I’d been there, watching every second. She came so fucking hard! Afterward, with his cock still buried inside her, he asked her to move in with him. She opened her mouth to answer him, and I knew from her expression and reaction that it was ‘yes’. That was when I woke up, sweating and shaking. There wasn’t any going back to sleep after that. I lay in bed the rest of the night, re-living that question over and over again.
In the morning, in daylight, I realized it was only a dream, and it didn’t seem nearly so ominous. I got dressed and poured myself a bowl of cereal, sugar frosted flakes. It’s the kids’ favorite, and I like it too. I wished I’d insisted Addie come home Sunday like last time. Instead, I’d done just the opposite, “No sweetheart, take another day,” I’d told her. Dumb!! I wanted my wife home. That dream had scared the shit out of me!
I didn’t know what the hell to do all day. I was a nervous wreck. I wanted to go for a drive by myself, maybe up the Snake River, but knew I couldn’t go anywhere, not having any idea when Jonah might text me to turn my headset on. I thought about going to visit Kayla and Ethan for a bit, but tossed that idea in the trash bin with the other. I was in no condition to visit anyone.
I’m not a huge football fan but decided it would be a good time to watch a couple NFL games. I’ve been a Kyle Alexander fan ever since he played for Oregon and his team was on TV at eleven, then the Seahawks at two.
I settled in to watch the game, but my brain wasn’t into it. Alexander had thrown two touchdown passes halfway through the 2nd quarter when I got athe text from Jonah, telling me to download an app. He followed that up with an eight-digit code. I found the app, downloaded it, then entered the code, and a control panel popped up on my phone. Holy crap, it’s for a clit/g-spot stimulator. What the hell is he planning?
There was a toggle for ‘g-spot’, another for ‘clit’, and a third for ‘suction’. I scrolled down and read the short description, “Ultimate feminine arousal of the G-spot and clitoral suction for wave after wave of orgasmic stimulation.” Damn, I thought, this could be fun. I replied, ‘Done.’
He answered, ‘on at nine.’ My first thought was my time or theirs? We’re an hour ahead of California. An instant later there was another text, ‘fun night planned.’ Damn, here it was, just late morning and I was hard as stone already. I wanted to know exactly what he had planned, but it was fun not to know too. I wondered if Addie knew what was coming. I thought about trying to call her again but didn’t. I wanted to talk to her, wanted to make love with her. It had been forty-eight DAYS since I’d felt my cock inside her glorious, soft warmth.
I dialed her number, and my finger hovered over the little green ‘send’ button. Instead, it slipped down and pressed ‘home’. I couldn’t do it. Part of me, a big part, was afraid she wouldn’t answer. Then what?
Kyle Alexander had really come on as a star quarterback the last several years, getting better and better, and the team had rewarded him with more top-notch talent so that the Chiefs had been in the playoffs four years straight, reaching the AFC title game twice. This year was no exception, they were favored to be in the Super Bowl. By the end of the game, the Chiefs had won, 38–13, with four touchdown passes and no interceptions.
This particular day, though, I hadn’t managed to pay much attention to the game. It was just background noise to my clouded mind. The only thing I’d been able to think about was Addie, Jonah, and Samuel, wondering about tonight, scared about our marriage, thinking about all the ‘what-ifs’. And being so damned turned-on that I could barely waddle.
The Seahawks and San Francisco followed and I didn’t even know the final score or even who won, for that matter, until I checked scores later on ESPN for something to keep my mind occupied. Seahawks lost, by the way.
I went out to dinner at Burger King, got a super-size cheeseburger, fries and diet coke. Health food. At least I didn’t have to think much to order it and eat it.
At nine, I put on my headset and turned it on. It stayed dark. I waited. Seemed like forever in the total darkness and quiet. An hour with no sensory perception, completely dark and quiet, is a very long time. I waited at least an hour or so took my headset off and checked my watch; 9:05. Five whole damn minutes had gone by!
I didn’t dare not have it on, just in case, but I did check my watch every hour or so; 9:15, 9:22…
Finally, at what I assumed was probably ten, nine in Sacramento, Jonah’s living room popped on, and I was sitting in his easy chair. “Matthew, my friend,” he started. Friend — the hell with that! “Hope you didn’t mind me shutting you off like that last night. Damn, though, that girl was good. You shoulda been there. She kept me goin’ for damn near an hour. Damn good lookin’ girl too, doncha think? Your girl seemed to enjoy our little party too. You ever see her curled up on the floor an’ moanin’? Ya shoulda seen that,” he laughed.
“Think I’m gonna haveta keep that Ashanti girl. That girl likes ta fuck. Shanice got ta watch today too. Think she’s gonna be more’n ready for tonight. Oh, by the way, Shanice made a request of me, that I’m gonna be more’n happy to give her. Thought maybe you’d like ta have a little fun too, with that thing that’s on yer phone now.”
“We ever meet again, my friend, we gonna switch and you let me use that headset you bought. I been curious what it’s like… Maybe sometime I’ll letcha borrow my glasses when you’s fuckin’ that woman of yours… that is, if she’s still yours after tonight!” he laughed again. Guess he thought that little bit was funnier than hell.
“Hope ya liked what she wore last night. Think yer gonna really like tonight, even better,” he said. He got up and walked into his kitchen to make himself a drink. When he walked past his living room window, he glanced out it and I got a very brief reflection of him wearing a coat and tie. What the hell was that all about, I wondered. I hated to admit it, but he looks damn good dressed up. I would say that it’s no wonder Addie likes him, but I don’t think that’s what she likes about him. It’s pretty much how he fucks her. Looking good is just a bonus.
He took his drink and sat back down in his chair. “Just curious, Matthew, you ever get a little frustrated, waitin’?” I did laugh at that one. Guess we do have one thing in common.
Just a little later, I heard a door creaking, then closing. Then Addie walked into the living room. Shit! My eyes about popped out of my head when Jonah looked her up and down. I thought what she’d worn out the night before was pretty damn risqué, but it was nothing. He was taking my wife out in that?
It was black lingerie; a thin, lacy top, spaghetti straps, scarcely covering her nipples, then not even long enough to cover her belly-button (about as far down to where Jonah’s cock reaches inside her); then a string-bikini panty from the same sheer, lacy material; black fishnet stockings and five-or-six-inch, black high heels. Damn, that sexy MILF looks good! There wasn’t even a hint yet that she was pregnant, or even that she was a mom. Her smooth skin is flawless and her pole-dancing classes had left her toned and beautiful. She didn’t look at all like an old maid of thirty-two. I’d have guessed mid-twenties at the most if I didn’t know her.
There was a time, only a few months ago, that I wouldn’t have imagined Adriana wearing what she had on, even underneath her clothes. Now, it WAS her clothes. Damn, I hoped she felt as sexy as she looked!
I think she did. She squeezed her breasts together with her arms and did a little pirouette, turning around for Jonah, and me, since she knew that, with Jonah wearing his glasses, I’d be watching too. There was a little black lace covering her butt-cheeks, but that was all, and it was very, very sheer.
This time she didn’t even ask him about a cover-up, just preceded him out the door when he opened it for her. I thought he’d stop and pick up Samuel again, but he didn’t. As I suspected he drove to the same building as the night before. I had no idea the name of the club, but it was the same one with the glass cage enclosures. Some suspicions were beginning to form in my mind, but I was anxious to see what Jonah had planned.
Addie and Jonah walked in, Addie wearing nothing but the lingerie; except, I’d forgotten to mention the gold hoop earrings and inch-wide leather collar around her neck. And now… Jonah leading her by a leash clipped to her collar!
Heads were turning at every table. Lots of heads; the place was full, not an empty chair in the place that I could see through Jonah’s glasses, except one small table at the front that was marked ‘reserved’, where he and Addie sat.
Addie looked around the room, “So many. How many people are here? Why is it so crowded tonight?”
Jonah answered, “The place holds eleven-hundred.” Then he added, “Why is it so full? You, babe, they’re here to see you be fucked!” he laughed.
My eyes and ears were wide open at that! My mouth must have dropped open and I’d bet anything that my face was white as a piece of paper. That’s what this is about? Jonah’s going to fuck my wife inside that glass cage? With eleven-hundred people watching! Then the silly thought, eleven-hundred-and-one, counting me. Holy shit! My cock was roaring hard!
Addie’s face turned red as she looked around the room, maybe realizing what she was in for.
There was a girl on stage and another in one of the glass cages. Jonah looked around and all I could see was one of the cages floating around the room. I didn’t recognize either girl from the night before.
The music ended; the naked girl on stage walked off and the glass cage stopped over the stage so the other girl could leave it, empty and waiting, slightly swinging back-and-forth enticingly about a foot above the stage floor
Jonah looked at Addie, watching her face, sitting next to the stage, looking absolutely petrified. The glass enclosure, with its open door waited for her. The announcer began, “Folks, we have a special treat tonight. The beautiful Shanice, here from Boise, Idaho, is going to entertain us. She’s married with two kids and with her husband, she started a chain of four retail stores. Shanice has never done anything like this before and is here on a short vacation for an adventure. Some adventure, right?… Oh, and I should mention, that preparing for tonight, Shanice has been abstaining for the last seven weeks, so this should be a lot of fun for her.”
Addie sat like she was a statue. I don’t even know what the hell I was thinking at that moment, just too shell-shocked to think anything. I guess they thought the unfolding event would have more impact if people knew this beautiful woman wasn’t a porn star; not an actress; only an ordinary woman craving an adventure of a lifetime.
Jonah prodded her, “I think that’s your cue, babe. He got up, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. Addie followed Jonah onto the stage, then up onto the glass floor of the cage she was about to be paraded around the room in, apparently with Jonah’s cock sliding in and out of her. Her libido had to be at least two or three times the maximum. I couldn’t even imagine how she must be feeling. And damn, she looked sexy. Fuck, beyond sexy!
Jonah followed her inside, then closed the swinging glass door behind them, and it started to rise and drift out over the crowd.
This time I was inside the cage, and it was weird as hell. Not even being there, I was in awe of the feeling from inside. The enclosure itself was literally invisible, like being suspended in air, hardly any sense of actually being inside an enclosure. Maybe it would have been different if I had actually been there, instead of the virtual reality world I was in. Then I could have felt the glass floor beneath my feet. As it was, it was like floating in air, an unnerving feeling. It was a good thing I’m not prone to motion-sickness; the way it sways, and with this headset, I’d be in big trouble.
Of course, Jonah was mostly looking at my wife, ‘dressed’ in something that, until recently, I don’t think she’d even have worn to bed with me. Now, she was in front of eleven-hundred people, exposed, about to be exposed even more.
Jonah moved around behind my wife, running his hands up and down her body. He whispered in her ear, “Don’t forget, slut, you don’t come until I fuckin’ say you come!” I wondered if the microphone inside the cage was turned on. I had no idea what could be heard outside it.
The glass cage settled down over a table with several men sitting around it, and Jonah pushed Addie up against the glass so she was only a foot or so from the men sitting at the table, looking right out at them and slowly rotating. His big black fingers slowly worked their way around her hip, then underneath her panties. Addie began a low moan, “Oh God, Jonah, Oh Goddd!”
“Babe, your cunt is fuckin’ soaked!”
Addie’s groans were filling my ears.
Jonah looked down at her. Addie’s hips were bucking and writhing against his fingers, her legs spread apart, practically inches away from a man’s face watching from right outside. I wanted to see her face. It might have been on one of the big monitors, but that wasn’t where Jonah was looking. He was looking down at his hand underneath her panties, his fingers moving back and forth. All I could hear was Addie’s whimpering and begging Jonah to, “Please… Jonah… Need… Please… Fuck… Me!”
He pulled his hand from her panties and I finally got to look at her face, grimacing in a confusion of lust. Her hands were clawing on the glass of the cage. It started to lift away from the table, and Jonah fed his wet finger inside Addie’s mouth. I could hear the sloppy, wet sucks of her lips sucking her own pussy-juice off his fingers.
My cock was so damned fucking hard! I pushed my clothes off again.
Jonah took his fingers out of her mouth, and he began to push the bottom of the lingerie top she was wearing up and over her tits, rubbing his finger roughly over her nipples in the process. Addie’s groans were louder, sounding even more desperate as he squeezed and pinched her sensitive nipples. The cage lowered over another table as Jonah played with Addie’s tits. He pushed her up tight against the edge so that they were crushed against the glass, right in front of a man with a mustache, then finished pushing the lingerie up and off her arms, leaving her just wearing the panties, fishnet stockings, heels, and collar. At least the leash was gone.
Then he turned her around and wrapped his mouth around one of her tits. Oh God, I was trying to resist wrapping my hand around my cock and relieving myself of some of the hardness. All I could hear was Addie’s whimpering noises. He switched from one tit to the other hard nipple. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her nipples as hard as they looked right before he sucked it, getting another loud moan.
He pulled his mouth away from her tit and raised his head so his lips were an inch or so away from hers, “That feel good, whore?”
Her head rolled back, wide-eyed and groaning, “Please, Jonah…” she whimpered.
“What, slut? Please what?”
“Fuck me, Jonah, PLEASE!” I couldn’t even begin to imagine what her libido must have been like.
He laughed and looked down at her bare stomach, putting his fingers a few inches above her belly button, “Been a long time, you remember how far inside you that steel rod will reach?”
“Ohhh!”
He turned her back around, facing away from him, then pulled one of her arms behind her, putting her hand over his crotch. “You feel that, babe? Know how bad it wants to be inside you, right now, sliding in and out of that cunt? Know how much that Ashanti girl enjoyed the fuckin’ that cock gave her?”
“And remember, there’s over a thousand people out there, every one of ’em wantin’ to be where I am, ‘bout to fuck that cunt of yours.”
He looked up at Addie’s face again, her mouth twisted in lust, noises still coming out of it. I heard a ‘click’. He looked down, there was a furry-looking handcuff around one of her wrists. He pulled her other arm behind her and the other half of the handcuff clicked around her other wrist.
“Jonah!” Addie’s voice had changed, she sounded a little afraid, her arms handcuffed behind her, and she was looking out of the cage at yet another table full of people, this time, one with several women. That is, she was looking out at them until Jonah suddenly wrapped the black bandana around her eyes and tied it behind her head. He must have had them in a pocket.
My wife jerked, trying to pull her head away, but he had already tied the knot. “Jonah… Please… No… I want to see.”
“Trust me, slut, it’ll only be for a few minutes.” She seemed to relax, apparently believing that he’d take it off soon.
He held her a few inches from the edge of the glass enclosure, and as they slowly rotated in front of couples, he began fingering and pinching her nipples once again, Addie whimpering from her longing.
Jonah pulled away from her and turned, looking down in the corner of the cage. I hadn’t seen it before, but there was a small, blue bag, like a gym bag. He kneeled down and opened it, taking out a leather contraption, I had no idea what it might have been.
He stood back up, stepped back to my wife, who was now blindfolded with her arms handcuffed behind her back. Jonah unfolded the contraption and began to wrap it around Addie’s back and upper chest, above her tits. I was starting to get an inkling what it might be, but still wasn’t sure. I’d never seen anything like it.
“Jonah?” Addie’s startled, concerned voice was back. I was beginning to think, with good reason.
He never said a word, simply continued what he was doing, strapping what looked like some kind of leather harness around my wife’s body, fastening a couple straps in back and pulling them tight.
“That hurt, babe?”
“No… but… Jonah, you’re starting to scare me…”
He had kneeled back down and was taking some long straps out of the bag. “This is just something for a bit of fun, babe, nothin’s gonna hurtcha. Nothin’ ta worry ‘bout.” He stood back up, attaching the straps to clips on the harness above both shoulders. “That is, nothing to worry ‘bout… unless you might be wondering if ol’ Jonah is thinkin’ ‘bout last night… ya know, when you blew up at him.” The straps came together into a single one with a ratchet and hook on top above her head. He looked up and another thing I hadn’t seen was a small hook on the top of the cage, right in the center, where he slipped the hook on the strap over. Then he began turning the ratchet, pulling the straps tight and then enough to barely lift her feet off the floor.
“Jonah… what… what are you doing?”
“Sweetness, jes trust me, you’re gonna love this,” he laughed, “and I think your adoring public will too.”
When Jonah glanced down, they were still up about ten feet off the floor of the room, with people looking up through the glass floor at them.
“Just a couple more tiny additions and we’ll be done an’ ya can get yer wish.” He retrieved a couple more things from the case, looked like two more sets of furry handcuffs, with a little longer chain between the cuffs. He turned back around and slipped one around one of Addie’s ankles, pulled her leg maybe a couple feet to the side, then the other end around another inconspicuous hook in the bottom of the cage, where the floor meets the glass wall; then the same with her other leg and ankle, so that her legs were held roughly three-four feet or so apart.
“Good.” He stood back up and reached up above her and began ratcheting the strap until the chains on the ankle restraints were pulled tight with her legs held apart so she could barely move. “Anything hurt?” he asked her.
“No, but…”
“Good, now we can have a little fun… an’ just remember, cunt, all you have to do is say ‘Jonah stop’, and we all go home… you back to your calm, quiet life in Idaho.”
He moved around to the front of Addie, taking her nipples in his fingers again, pinching between his forefinger and thumb, both at the same time. “I do like these titties… think some other people here do too…. That feel good?” he asked her as he drew one out with his fingers and sucked it in his mouth.
“Oh God, Jonah!” Addie tried to squirm, but could barely move. She obviously was enjoying what he was doing to her tit. Then he switched his lips to her other nipple and sucked it into his mouth, making her whimper all over again.
“I bought you a couple little presents, babe, hope you’ll like… it matches your other jewelry.” He had pulled out a chain, little butterflies hanging from it, but this one clipped onto her hard, bloated nipples, with a double chain, and little butterflies hanging from the center, chain. “I know you liked the little gold chain I gave you in Reno, hope you like this one too,” as he clipped one end to the very back of a nipple, then the other one. They looked heavy, tugging Addie’s tits down a little.
Addie simply moaned, “Jonah… “
“Would love for you to have these pierced. They’d be so beautiful with pretty rings.”
“Oh God… Yes, Jonah… Anything… Just… please fuck me!”
“Good, maybe tomorrow…” Holy crap, was Adriana going to come home tomorrow with pierced nipples and nipple rings?
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Then he kissed her. The first time I’d ever seen Jonah actually kiss my wife. She acted desperate, her face an inch from Jonah’s glasses; blurry from the closeness but still clear enough to tell she was desperately returning his kiss. He pulled his face away from her and when she came back into focus, her eyes were still covered with the black bandana, mouth open and breathing hard.
He backed away from her, “Another gift.” He returned to the blue bag and picked up an object; round like a small ball, flesh-colored, three-inch or so shaft on one end, a short string on the other, then smeared something from a tube on it. I was beginning to get the idea what it was. He returned to stand in front of her, with one hand running his fingers up and down her body; around her neck, over her nipples, down and out of my sight, but from Addie’s groans and her body jerking, I presumed his fingers were teasing her pussy. He glanced down briefly and I was right, they were outside her panties, but pressing against her and rubbing up and down.
He looked back up at her face and a moment later, she jerked and almost began spasming, her mouth opening and closing, “Jonah… please… no…”
“Relax, babe, this won’t hurt. It’ll only make your cunt more sensitive when that cock slides inside you.”
I hadn’t even been paying attention to where they were, where the glass cage was. But then I noticed. They were at a table, with Addie knowing that several men were only a few feet away, watching Jonah… he’d looked down where he’d pulled her panties aside and a lubed finger was sliding in and out of… her ass!
Addie was moaning, “Jonah… please…” her body jerking, “I’ve never…”
“Relax, cunt, you’ll like this, promise… I think.”
His eyes were trained on my wife’s ass, and he added a second finger, stretching her out, Addie groaning, “There, Babe, think you’s ready.”
He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on her panties, pulled them aside again, and the ball, shaft first… pushed it inside her, her whimpering the whole time, eleven-hundred people watching on the big monitors.
When he was done, he asked her, “There, not so bad? How’s it feel?”
“Ohhh!” was all she could say.
He stepped back, he only had a couple feet to the back of the enclosure, but it was enough, looking at Addie. “Damn woman, you are just about the sexiest slut I think I’ve ever seen!” I have to admit, she damn well was. With the nipple chain, sexy lace panties, fishnet stockings and heels she was still wearing, she looked so fucking good! Especially suspended, tied and that horny look on her face. I just wished he’d take off the damned blindfold.
He stepped back up closer to her, running his hands over her body, tormenting my poor wife. He watched his hand as it slipped underneath Addie’s panties. This time there was no doubt. His fingers were reaching up inside her.
All she could do was writhe, barely, from being tied so tightly. “Oh God, Jonah, please, fuck me, let me come!” She was begging now, almost crying with her need to come. Like she had been when she was curled up on the hotel floor in Umatilla, sobbing.
“It’s going to be a little hard to fuck you with these on, isn’t it, whore.”
She whimpered something unintelligible.
“Isn’t it? Answer me.”
“Y… Yess… “
He looked down and jerked, ripping them off of her. Addie screamed, startled. And now exposed, her waxed bare cunt, legs spread apart, wet pussy lips pulled apart both from her legs being tied apart and Jonah’s fingers having just been inside her; with a glass floor so people could look straight up at her most private feminine parts. My cock was so hard from all of this, and now… Damn, I was having a hard time keeping from grabbing my cock and making myself come.
I couldn’t even begin to imagine how Addie must have felt, naked, horny, humiliated, on exhibition like in a fishbowl and not a damned thing she could do about any of it.
Again, I hadn’t been paying any attention to where they were in the room. But now I realized the cage was resting on the stage, Addie was facing the crowd. She, still blindfolded, would have no idea where they were.
“One last little present I bought for you.” He went back to the bag, stuffed the lingerie top she’d been wearing earlier and the ripped panties into it, then pulled out a dildo, about five inches long, curved with a rounded hook — almost between an ‘L’ and ‘C’ shape.
He stood again, right behind Addie, reached between her legs and pushed the thing up inside her pussy, then said to her, “Remember whore, YOU… DO… NOT… COME!” He exaggerated every word, emphasizing the fact that there would be severe consequences. Addie would obey, no matter what. She would know only too well what those consequences could be.
She was trying to jerk away from him, but tied so tightly, she could barely move. Then he opened the cage door behind him, pulled the bandana off her eyes and stepped out, closing the door behind him.
As the enclosure containing my wife, dildo inside her cunt, already desperate for the release that had been forbidden her, totally and obscenely exposed, started to raise up and move out a couple feet above the heads of more than a thousand people, we all heard the screaming, piercing, soul-shattering wail, loud over the intercom system, “Nooooo!”As Jonah stepped off the stage, my naked wife, with her bare, waxed pussy gaping open, and on the monitor Jonah was looking at, he quietly said, “Okay, friend Matthew, your turn. Don’t disappoint us.”
“Oh, and I’ll mention, when we got here tonight, she agreed to any sexual stimulation, so you’re not doing anything she didn’t want. Oh, and she has a safe word, watermelon. If you hear that word you need to turn it off. She coulda used it any time tonight. Unless she does, you got free rein, nothin’s off limits.”
A vibrator! The fuckin’ app I downloaded earlier! That thing wasn’t a dildo, it’s the vibrator. I pulled my headset off and went hunting for my cell phone, searching everywhere… and finally found it in my shirt pocket I was wearing.
I pulled my headset back down over my eyes, needed to see what was going on. Yeah, it’d only been maybe a minute, but still…
Jonah had sat back down with Ashanti sitting where Addie had been earlier. He watched her as her little hand wrapped around his now-hard cock. Shit, she couldn’t even reach all the way around. He looked up, watching Addie inside the cage drifting over the room, about six feet or so above the floor, just enough to clear the people sitting in chairs so that when they looked up they’d be looking straight into my wife’s bare, vibrator-filled cunt.
Jonah glanced at one of the big screens; a split image showing a close-up of Addie’s face on one half and her body on the other. She looked so fucking sexy, naked except for the stockings and heels she was still wearing. She was pulling at her restraints but was suspended so tight that she could barely move. The only noises she was making were grunting noises from the effort of trying to free herself.
The body shot zoomed in on her pussy, showing her pink and puffy cunt, wet with her arousal and gaped open.
I pushed my headset up enough so that I could see my cell phone and opened the app for the vibrator. The first thing I saw was the short blurb I’d read earlier, “Ultimate feminine arousal of the G-spot and clitoral suction for wave after wave of orgasmic stimulation.” Okay, I have no idea how long Jonah is going to leave Addie alone in there, but I knew how much control he has over her, commanding her not to come.
I looked at the vibrator’s control panel on my phone, then pulled my headset back down. My wife was being lowered down over a space between tables this time, all the way to the room’s floor, with people all around looking in at her. I pushed my headset back up and toggled the g-spot vibrator up to about half, then quickly pulled my headset back down.
She didn’t do anything different for a few seconds, then her mouth opened, I heard a loud, “Ahhh,” her head flew back and her body stiffened, quivering. “Oh God, please nooo… ” she begged. I pushed my headset up quickly and turned the vibrator off, then pulled the headset back down quickly. Addie’s body relaxed; I could see the look of relief on her face. That is until I toggled the ‘clit stimulator’ up to 75% and left it for about fifteen seconds. I wished I could figure out how to do it without having to push my headset off to see the screen.
Her look was priceless, this was going to be so much fun!
The cage began to lift up toward the ceiling. I left it set and just watched. Jonah went back and forth from watching Addie inside the cage to the nearest monitor. Addie was breathing hard, obviously from struggling to avoid the orgasm she wanted so badly. I fully intended to test her resolve with however long I had. And it was testing my own as well. I was so fucking hard!
Addie’s cunt was literally dripping onto the floor when the cage with my wife held tight inside it was lowered back down over a table. I pushed my headset back down clicked both the ‘g-spot’ and ‘clit’ toggles to fifty-percent and then pulled my headset back down. Addie reacted, throwing her head back and letting out a loud moan.
One of the cameras was near the bottom of the cage looking straight up into Addie’s cunt, that was literally dripping with her juices. So fucking pornographic! And it was my Adriana!
The other camera was trained on her face, her lips opening and closing with weird noises coming from her and tears falling down her cheeks. I couldn’t resist, quickly looking out of the headset and changing one of the toggles, I wasn’t sure which one, up to seventy-five percent.
Addie’s hips were mimicking grinding down on a hard cock as much as her secured body would allow. The tears were flowing down her cheeks, her face with a grim determination on it.
The camera zoomed back out so that it showed the people sitting at the table, and I could see why. Sitting right in front of Addie, I recognized the woman from the night before; very pretty face, crimson-red hair down below her back, with some of it spilling down over her chest, the same woman Addie had convinced to flash her bare tits. But this time, she was completely topless and was rolling both her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
With Addie momentarily stationary right in front of the redhead and the camera focused on her, she reached under the table with one hand and briefly closed her eyes and let her mouth fall open into an ‘O’ shape. It wasn’t hard to imagine what that hand under the table was doing.
I could only imagine what this scene was doing to Adriana as well, especially with that vibrator in her pussy.
The woman pulled her hand from under the table and stood, reaching up, putting her fingers on the outside of the glass and smearing the wetness on it right in front of Addie, while she was still rolling a nipple with her other hand.
As the cage started to lift away, the woman pulled her hand back and licked the juices off her fingers. Besides what she’d done to Addie, it was pretty obvious that the man (men?) with her was going to have a very good night later.
And it was so shittin’ hard for me to not grab my own shaft and pump the cum out of it that was hovering right at the surface. But if Addie could resist her orgasm, so, by damn, could I!
I moved both toggles back to twenty-five percent, just enough to continue to torment while the cage moved her to another table. Besides the lusty, anguished look on Addie’s face, there was a sheen of sweat on her body. Probably from being ‘hot’ other than the temperature.
Over the next, I don’t know… maybe half hour, forty-five minutes? Addie and the cage were moved from table to table. I continued to raise and lower the intensity of the vibrations. Occasionally I put it back all the way to zero when it looked like she wouldn’t be able to stand a second longer. I even left it that way at a couple tables, raising it back up in-between so she wouldn’t get into the pattern of knowing what to expect.
Addie’s sexy moans hardly ever stopped. I wondered how many people inside the building were going home with wet spots on their slacks or sopping wet panties. I know of one red-head woman, at least, that had wet panties… if she was wearing any. I’d be willing to bet that the guys with her had sticky pants too.
I had been wondering how long Jonah planned to torment Addie like this… not that I hadn’t done my part. There had been conversation between him and Ashanti off and on, but I hadn’t paid attention, being more interested in what was happening to my wife.
I mention Jonah and Ashanti because that’s where Addie’s cage lowered to, right in front of them. Actually, on the stage in front of where they were sitting and looking right at Jonah. I turned the g-spot vibrator up a little higher than I had before and remembered the one toggle I hadn’t used, ‘clitoral suction’.
I turned that one up and quickly pulled my headset back down to watch. Jonah was looking straight at Addie, not at the monitor like he had most of the time. Addie’s naked hips tensed and started to shake, her face contorted and she started slurring, “No… no… noooooo!”
I turned it off, both the suction and vibrator. Addie continued to moan as the cage moved slowly to the center of the stage, but still at the edge with her looking out to the crowd.
At that point I expected Jonah to get up and join Addie inside the cage for what he had originally said she was there for; for him to fuck her. But he didn’t. Instead, he watched Samuel step out of the back room. Samuel; shirtless, his broad chest and big arms bare, a tattoo of a beautiful woman’s face with long, flowing hair on his right bicep, another of an eagle on his left arm and something that looked like some kind of military with an anchor across his chest.
This was the first time I’d seen him shirtless. The two times in Jonah’s club, just in the distance and last night much closer, but still covered. Besides being so damned good-looking, he looks like a weightlifter.
Jonah (and I) watched him open the door into the cage and step inside. I heard Jonah ask Ashanti, “They give it to him?” She nodded her head, yes. Then, “Matt, my friend,” I wished to hell he’d quit saying that. He’s not my fucking friend! “One of Ashanti’s girls dropped a little pill in one of Samuel’s drinks when he got here, a V-2 pill… not that he really needed it,” he laughed, “think he’ll be able to satisfy my Shanice.” That’s the advanced Viagra, about twice the potency of the original, besides being longer lasting. And she’s NOT ‘his’ Shanice!
Samuel closed the door behind him with Addie facing the opposite direction. Jonah was far enough away and the way the stage was curved, she wouldn’t have been able to see whether he was still sitting with Ashanti or not, so she likely assumed it was him who had come in behind her.
“Oh, Matt,” Jonah was saying, “One more thing I forgot to mention about Samuel… he’s an ex-Navy Seal.” He laughed again, “Just thought you should know.”
Samuel, a friggin’ Navy Seal! No damn wonder he’s so irresistible to Addie. She never mentioned that. Wonder if she even knows it.
He stood back as they were lifted away again. The asshole with the vibrator controller (me) turned it back on again, but only up to 50% and not on her clit, just the g-spot. “Nooo… please, Jonah, take it out and fuck me!”
Samuel wrapped his arm around her, his hands over her tits and said, “I’m not Jonah, but… if you’ll have me?”
“Samuel? Oh God, Samuel! Please, I need to see you.” She was just realizing that she’d been gazumped, that she’d been tricked, bait and switch. Samuel stepped around in front of Addie and kissed her, kissed her hard and she responded just as hard. The camera zoomed in on their faces from one side and showed their lips melded together and the emotions passing back and forth.
Samuel pulled away, so his lips were only an inch from hers and told her, “I’ve wanted to make love with you for so long; but not like this… I want you in my bed, where I can explore your body and we can make love for hours… Adriana.” He used her name! He wasn’t supposed to, wasn’t even supposed to know her real name! I don’t know why, but that changed things in my mind. I remembered back to the night in Jonah’s club, was it only two nights ago? Jonah told me that Samuel wanted her, he meant he really wanted her… like permanently! My fear was back in full force, right there with wanting to see him fuck her!
“Oh God, yes, Samuel. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
“But now we have what we have. We’re here now.” He backed away and removed the nipple clamps from Addie’s tits. She groaned as the blood rushed back into them, engorging her nipples even more. Then his lips were on her neck and leading down to her breast.
“Oh God, Oh God, Samuel! Please… take these handcuffs off.”
He looked up at her, “I wish I could. I don’t have a key. Then he returned to sucking her other breast and Addie began moaning all over again. He kissed down her stomach, driving her out of her mind with his tongue. When he got to about where her pubic hair would have been if she hadn’t been waxing it, he said, “I’ve been wanting to taste you since the first time I saw you.”
He reached inside Addie and pulled out the vibrator out of her cunt, letting it fall on the floor. I’d have turned it off, but didn’t want to move my headset for even an instant. Then, Samuel moved his lips down to her pussy lips and the camera moved behind her so all eleven-hundred people could watch as Samuel’s tongue invaded between my wife’s pussy lips.
Addie screamed when his tongue touched her clit, “Aauughrh,” or some such noise, then, “Omigod… omigod,” she moaned as her body tried to squirm with Samuel’s tongue lapping inside her labia. Her face was contorted into something that was indistinguishable from pain or incredible lust, her mouth gaping open and closed; open and closed.
“Stop, stop, I can’t… I can’t!” The tears were flowing down Addie’s cheeks all over again and her body was soaked with perspiration.
Samuel stood and began to unbuckle his belt. “Hurry, Samuel, please!” Addie pleaded, making animal-like noises. I have no idea how to describe them.
He moved around behind her, pushing his pants to the floor. God, he looked big and hard! That part of him matched the rest of his body. If I didn’t say it before, I could see why Addie has been so obsessed. And now… obsessed wasn’t the word. There is no word. Maybe fanatical.
The monitor was showing Addie’s pussy. Samuel’s big, black cock was at her entrance from behind her. He pushed inside her. I watched as Jonah watched the big monitor, the close-up view of Samuel’s cock, all nine or ten hard, fat inches, slid inside my wife. “Oh shit, you’re so tight!” Samuel groaned out.
Jonah glanced away from the monitor, to the cage. It was on the floor, directly in front of the still-topless, red-hair woman and her two guys.
I came! So fucking hard! Jonah looked back at the monitor. Addie’s face on the other half of the monitor was contorted, eyes wide. Her body began to quiver. No noise came from her lips. Samuel pulled his cock out of her; wet and slimy with my wife’s juices. He slammed it back into her vagina and she screamed. I’d never heard that noise in my life coming from my wife’s lips. Then her body began spasming, shuddering. Her scream went on… and on… her first orgasm in forty-eight days!
Samuel slammed into her again and his own howls joined her screams. This time he ground himself into her; short, powerful thrusts. I grabbed at myself, pumping and forcing a second violent orgasm in a matter of seconds after the first.
I have no idea how long Addie and Samuel orgasmed together. It seemed to me that it went on forever. Samuel’s white cum was dripping out of her as her body was still convulsing.
Addie’s screams finally died down. Her face was drenched in sweat. The camera switched momentarily to Samuel’s face, also dripping. I wiped my own forehead with my hand, then looked at it, soaked with my own sweat.
If I thought that would be the end, I was so wrong. Samuel pulled his cock out of my wife’s cunt, still just as big, just as thick. A torrent of his cum dripped out of her. He moved back around in front of her and kissed her, this time tenderly, like her lover.
The camera that had been focused on Addie’s pussy moved behind her. Samuel’s cock was lined up with her again and he pushed inside, forcing more cum out of her.
“I. Want. To. Take. You. Home. With. Me!” Samuel managed to grunt out as he worked his shaft in and out of my wife.
“Yes, Samuel, please!”
I had come twice in the last five minutes. Now I was consumed by jealousy and fear. What the hell did that ‘yes’ mean? Tonight? Forever?
Samuel, the man I know my wife had fallen in love with, and this was the first time I admitted that to myself, was fucking my wife who I hadn’t been intimate with for seven long, fucking weeks! And don’t tell me that it’s my own damned fault; I already know that. So why, after coming twice within minutes, was my cock getting hard all over again?
There was nothing I could do but sit and watch as this man tried to steal my wife. Shit, I’d thought Tanner was the ‘perfect’ masculine, ‘macho’ guy. He didn’t even compare with this ex-Navy Seal! And this guy was single… and wanted my wife!
I could tell that Addie was on the verge of a second orgasm, this time her eyes clamped shut and her face grimacing as Samuel ground his cock into her with every thrust. I remembered there were eleven-hundred other people with the same close-up view of my wife, Adriana Jeppeson, being ravaged by this Adonis.
Samuel’s hands were on Addie’s hips, steadying her, as his ten inches plunged in and out of her. There were low growling noises emanating from Samuel and Addie finally threw her head back, her mouth opened wide, and her body began quaking all over again. The glass cage was swinging back and forth, and Addie began to wail, orgasming a second time.
This time, Samuel didn’t come with her. He just continued to thrash in and out of her, prolonging the wailing coming from my wife. Tears were falling down her cheeks again, probably partially in frustration from her arms being handcuffed behind her back, not able to embrace Samuel.
The pill. The fucking pill Ashanti had dissolved in Samuel’s drink! No wonder he hadn’t let up at all after coming inside her. How long? How many times would he fuck her? And after those seven weeks, she’d relish every second, be more and more connected with him as the night went on.
Just as I was feeling so damned sorry for myself, Samuel roared. He was coming inside my wife once again. If her legs hadn’t been chained down, he’d be lifting her with his hard, short thrusts into her. As it was, with her body held in place, he was reaching so deep inside her, getting louder and louder groans from her.
It finally died down. Samuel pulled his cum-covered cock out of her, still hard. His cum literally flowed out of Addie’s cunt.
“Come home with me, Adriana.”
She quietly answered him, “Yes, Samuel.”
Finally, the cage drifted back to the stage and lowered down.
Jonah got up, walked onto the stage and when Samuel opened the door, Jonah handed him the key. Samuel turned back inside, pulled on his pants and removed Addie’s handcuffs from her wrists, then each ankle. Addie rubbed her arms and let her legs dangle freely underneath her. Samuel started to lower the ratchet but Addie couldn’t stand, so he lifted her up, letting her reach up and undo the hook holding the harness to the bottom of the ratchet, then pulled the vibrator out of her butt and dropped it on the floor. I’d completely forgotten about that.
Then Samuel carried my still-naked wife out of the cage and into the back room, Addie’s legs wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
At that point, I realized my body was drenched in sweat. And little did I know that my torment had only started.
