Story 29 #4
“So…” The man nodded. “You wanna wear the anti-penis hat?”
“Sure!” She replied with great exuberance.
“You’ve got a few of those, right?” She asked using a hopeful stare.
“Sure, up by the front desk.”
“You do?! That'd be great!” She announced with a sigh of relief.
“Not really,” their guide laughed.
“He's just kidding,” Dicky said having a giggle of his own this time.
“Your husband's right, miss. We don't have the anti-penis hat, but we do have one of the I TAKE ALL THE COCKS hats.”
“Har, har, har…” Tabitha rolled her eyes. Again, she pulled the man over and in close. “Well, just remember, I only take my husband's cock. OK, everybody hear that? I only take Dicky's cock!”
“OK, ok, honey,” Dicky commented with a strained expression. “I think he gets it. You only wanna suck on my penis. Your asshole, on the other hand, is free for everyone else.”
“Oh my god, Dicky!”
She punched him in the arm.
The man gave a strong smile, nodding as he did so. “I think you'll get along just fine in here.”
“All right, you design this then... No cocks for me sign—” Tabitha began, though quickly found her potentially lengthy tirade interrupted, thankfully.
“Except for her husbands,” Dicky clarified. “Right?”
Following this, the other man squinted with an agreeable expression before taking out his phone, as if writing something down of great importance.
“Only my husband's cock,” he dictated. “Shall… enter.... My… tempting holes.”
“Har, har, har… Yes!” Tabitha blurted. “Something like that, yeah. I would like that. Thank you.”s
“Anyway,” their guide returned to his more serious side, waving an arm as a showgirl might do when presenting a game show prize.
“Each room has its own theme. As you can tell here, perhaps, is our white room. You've got the industrial steel frame bed there. Up to 3000 lbs of weight or two BBWs, I like to say.”
“Ha ha ha ha!” Dicky laughed.
“I'm kidding. I'm kidding,” the fellow continued. “Actually, only one and a half BBWs.”
This was met with yet another laugh from Dicky. The thought of two BBWs (big beautiful women) collapsing the bed frames proved a bit too humorous for him.
“You should have seen it before we reinforced the steel!”
Their new friend shook his head, recalling some nightmarish experience.
“Anyway, you got the sex bed and the sex chair. Over here he pointed sideways you have sex toys. On the sides… you’ll find encircling mirrors. For those who like to watch themselves get plowed… only by their husband's cock, of course.”
Here, Tabitha turned her attention and saw, sure enough… Her own reflection! That nervous-looking creature staring back at her.
In that moment of realization of what might happen tonight took full force…
“Jesus Christ,” she groaned. “Can I really do this, Dicky?”
“Do what?” Dicky chuckled. “Watch me stick my big Johnson into a tight pussy? Sure you can. You just sit in that chair over there with the weird shape and I'll put her on the bed, and ram my dick into her, ok? Dicky gonna give the dicky,” he winked.
“Ahem,” Tabitha cleared her throat, feeling the room become rather hot.
Had they been alone, she might’ve even found her hands wandering to naughty places upon hearing these words.
However, given that the big guy was still remaining in their presence, she felt it necessary to stifle the tempting desires in lieu of presenting a more prudish character.
“Where are your manners at, Dicky?” Was all she could muster, casting her eyes down to the floor.
And here the stranger saw something… if even for a second, which, apparently, judging by the glint in his eye, interested him quite heavily, and so, he said, “Well, if you don’t mind me asking… Sounds like you two are not swingers, I take it?”
“God, no!” Tabitha shrieked. “I told you only my husband's cock!”
“Right, right,” Dicky shook his head. “My wife here,” he carried on, turning his head to the stranger. “Is what you call a cuckquean... An only in fantasy so far, type of cuckquean.”
“I see,” the man replied.
Dicky took a bit of pride in calling his wife that.
He liked to share it wherever he went. At the grocery store, down at the park, at the bar, or even at the dentist’s office.
“They're contained only in fantasy, so far. But she's been a mental cuckquean for many years. Now…”
He gave her an adoring look. “She’s finally ready to give the real thing a shot! So I'll tell you, man, like I get so hard at the thought of all her dirty talk. That filthy language she uses on me! Cartoon balloon eyes kind of stuff, I’m talking about.
Jerks me off while watching porn or she points out her good friends, large tits and tells me to cum all over her face.”
“Only in fantasy,” Tabitha interjected.
“Yes,” Dicky rolled his eyes. “I think we've covered that, sweetie. Right, right.”
“Is that very common?” Tabitha asked, peering at their guide. “A cuckquean, I mean.”
“For a woman to be one? Not a chance!” He replied. “I do know just the type though, but from a man’s perspective.”
“You do?!” Tabitha asked. Quite curious to know what the man was referring to.
“Sure do,” he smirked.
“Well… HOW SO?!” Tabitha answered.
“Nosey, nosey,” Dicky cackled, amused by his wife’s obvious arousal. “A little eager, honey?”
“Ohh,” the other man laughed. “That's quite all right. This is a sex-positive place. Don't be afraid to ask anybody anything about their sexual preferences. Sexual likes. Anything at all. Just remember…” And this is where the man paused, leaning forward with the finger raised in the air.
“Remember...?” Dicky inquired.
“Yes,” their friend continued. “If anybody says no... If anybody tells you to leave, if they tell you to stop bothering them… You must go at once! We don't tolerate any rabble-rousers. Think they can convince somebody else that their wife wants to get fucked just because they've had a few drinks?
Just have respect for other people. No matter the questions you ask.”
Now the finger was jabbing toward Dicky.
“I got you. I got you,” Dicky smiled. “Don't be an asshole.”
“Yeah,” Tabitha chimed in. “You might be in trouble there, honey,” she laughed.
“I like her,” the tall fellow smiled. “I'll tell you, girl,” he said, “I know about those things… because I am on the opposite side of the spectrum.”
“You're a fucking cuck?!” Dicky sputtered. If he’d had any water in his mouth, it surely would’ve come flying out all over the man’s face. But, maybe he’d have liked that.
“Well, technically more of a stag and vixen sort. A hotwife type of dynamic. I like seeing her be put to good use…”
“Huh?!” Dicky’s mouth dropped open. “What, you're like 6 foot 2 and 230 pounds of muscle?!”
“Sure am,” the fellow beamed, as if he’d just informed his mother that he won the 1st grade spelling Bee.
“What? What’s the problem, honey?” Tabitha intoned. “A handsome, muscular man can't wanna watch his wife get fucked? You're being quite judgmental for being at swingers club!”
“Yeah, yeah, you're right. You're right,” Dicky shrugged. “I meant no harm by the comments. Just kind of surprising to see… It’s nothing like we've seen on the videos or forums yet.”
“Oh, don’t worry…” The stranger smirked. “I'm taken, little man. None of the man-on-man action for me,” he said, tossing in a wink at the end, which might have been a bit more malicious than Dicky felt comfortable with. But, they carried on as if the best of friends.
“So Tabitha,” the man began. “You're a cuckquean. And I'm a cuck—”
“Only in fantasy!” She yelled as a reminder.
Their guide nodded his head. “That's kind of a neat pairing, isn't it?”
“So, so… Ah, so I get it…” Dicky mused, bringing a hand to his mouth. “That means your wife and I could fuck, while you and my wife watched.”
“Well, that would be the case. If both parties were interested,” the man replied.
At that moment, a curious thought took hold of Tabitha. “Umm, where is your wife? And who the hell are you?!”
Just then there came a knock at the door.
***
Tabitha's mouth dropped open as she brought a lone hand to her lower lip, her eyes bulging like oversized baseballs.
“Oh my god, Dicky,” she stammered, pawing at his forearm. And, perhaps for good reason.
For as the door swung open, in stepped the most stunningly beautiful woman the husband and wife had ever seen… But, hey! Wasn’t she supposed to wait for consent to enter?! Well, I guess this proves if you’re hot enough, anything goes.
She had long, flowing hair. Seductive eyes. Soft, yet angular features that cried out to be kissed. The demure wife known as Tabitha felt a jolt of electricity shoot down to her nether regions.
Dicky experienced much the same… and that wouldn't take much of an eagle eye to spot either. Why, all you’d have to do is take one glance at that throbbing penis of his. The one pounding away at the inside of his pants, clearly aroused, transfixed on this new woman.
She wore a simple outfit. All the more sexy.
A low-cut top with more than an ample amount of cleavage sticking out where it mattered most.
What a glorious pair of succulent tits… Pushed together.
Smashed together. Rammed up nice and high in a spectacular push-up bra.
Although, anyone could tell those impressive hooters would remain about just as perky without any help.
“I'd like you to meet my wife,” the stranger announced in a prideful tone.
And he had a good reason for it, too. The girl was a bombshell!
! Petite in size, being rather short. However, what she lacked in height…
She more than made up for in curves. The thin waist.
The wide fuck-me-hard hips. Her face, the picture of sex appeal.
The hips screamed out to be held… FUCK ME from behind.
And wouldn't you know it, by some miracle coincidence, that's just what was on Dicky's mind.
Beneath the tight shirt, the stranger's wife wore a pair of short shorts.
Jean shorts, to be precise. They clung fiercely to the woman's ass and upper thighs.
However, they remained thick enough to avoid showing any actual pussy lips.
Although, it didn't require much imagination to guess what was lurking beneath the thin layer of material.