35 - He Knows His Place, Part Four #3
Jonathan stroked his cock while he watched her through the crack in the door. He didn’t understand how, but he could already feel himself getting close to ejaculating again. He’d never done that before. Usually, he wouldn’t be able to go on longer even if Mia got on her knees and begged him to.
Her flesh tightened around her fingers, and she came while, without her knowing, Jonathan watched.
Jonathan stared at her as she finally caught her breath and placed the two fingers she used to pleasure herself with in her mouth, sucking on them and licking them clean.
She realized that it actually tasted nice, distinguishing the taste of her juices from Jon’s, and she wished Jonathan could try eating her out more often.
Jonathan watched, as she licked herself clean. He couldn’t take it anymore. He came into his free cupped hand and let out a grunt. Mia sat up quickly and looked over to the bathroom. She saw the door was slightly ajar and could see some of Jonathan standing there. She burst out laughing.
Loudly, she asked, “How long have you been watching me?”
Jonathan got a fright at her words and started laughing too, but out of discomfort rather than enjoyment.
He washed his hand off in the sink behind him, and he opened the door to face his wife.
He walked over to her, his still semi-erect cock bouncing as he walked.
He got on his knees in between still spread her legs and looked up to her.
“I have been watching the whole time,” Jonathan said shamefully.
“Well, that’s embarrassing. Sorry, I just…I needed to come too, you know?”
“I totally understand. It wasn’t fair of me, and I would have carried on, but I kind of just left to the bathroom, I was so ashamed about disappointing you in the bedroom,” he admitted.
“No, no, don’t apologize. I understand sometimes you can get a bit too excited and things might, ahem, come a little bit early. So, yeah, I’m just as embarrassed as you anyway.”
Jonathan looked away, then back up to her, holding her hands in his.
“I enjoyed it. I actually really, really enjoyed that.”
Mia chuckled and pulled him up on top of her. She pecked him on the lips and wrapped him in her arms to hold him.
They both whispered, “I love you.”
***
Jonathan felt relieved that he had resolved all his issues with Mia. This, though, just helped any and all shame that he should have felt on his way to the motel, where both him and Ron would be cuckolded. He turned the radio up and bobbed his head to a shitty pop song before he arrived.
He had told Mia that he would be out late that night. He was going for some drinks with Ron. It was a perfect plan in his head. He was actually out with Lillian and Ron, so he wasn’t necessarily lying. At least, that was how he justified it. He was in a blissfully ignorant state of mind.
He made his way to the office and spoke to the receptionist working at the desk. She was an older, grumpy woman that looked like she didn’t want to be there.
“I’m…uh, looking to go to room number 69,” Jonathan said and chuckled shortly after.
Ron had to have picked that room for that specific little joke. He really was a man child.
She hardly looked up from the magazine she was reading, as she slid a key across the counter towards Jon.
She didn’t ask for money or anything, so he found it strange.
He thought about it as he walked up to the room.
Maybe Lillian and Ron made a deal with the owner and paid in advance or something like that.
He unlocked the door and turned the light on.
Inside, it looked like a classic hotel, rather than a dingy motel.
It was white, very white, barring the two black single couches sat in the right-hand corner of the room.
The bed was probably a queen size, and the bathroom was in the back of the room.
Very cozy. He sat down in one of the black leather couches and waited.
His phone buzzed, and a text message from Lillian popped up; they were close, she texted, just picking Marcus up along the way.
He sighed in relief. It would have been very awkward if he had to meet the bull without Lillian and Ron around to help. It was a very strange situation, so it would probably be uncomfortable anyway, but he was grateful he wouldn’t have to deal with any unnecessary embarrassment.
He heard the door handle wiggling, and the atmosphere of the room suddenly became charged.
It was quiet and uncomfortable with Jonathan on his own, but as soon as Lillian’s laughter and conversation filled the room, the atmosphere changed.
Jonathan stood up frantically, and wiped his clammy hand on his pants before stretching it out to shake the bull’s hand. Marcus smiled.
“Ah, I’ve been looking forward to formally meeting you,” Marc said and firmly shook Jon’s hand.
Jonathan flinched slightly at the tall, intimidating man’s firm grip. Lillian started laughing again, as she made her way to the bed. Her jacket hit the floor beside it.
“Marc, I told you to be nice. Don’t hurt the little man,” Lillian remarked over him squeezing Jon’s hand too hard.
Marc chuckled and let go of Jon’s hand, only to pull him in for a big hug, then pull away.
“I’m sorry, dude. I just thrive on making other men terrified of me. I wanted to see if it would work on you, and it did. So mission accomplished, and I’ll stop now,” Marc said and patted Jon on the head.
Ron sat down next to where Jon had been sitting.
Jonathan plopped down on the couch too, his face red and flustered.
Lillian giggled again. She could tell he was nervous so, out of an inconspicuous bar fridge hidden in a dresser, she took out a few miniature bottles of hard liquor before walking over and placing them on his lap.
She nearly brushed her hand against his crotch in doing so, and he felt his cock twitch at the possibility of it.
“Drink up. Everyone can tell you’re nervous, and I’m sure that will lighten the mood up a bit. Besides, you probably want to be drunk on your first night of being a filthy little cuckold,” Lillian said with a wink.
Jonathan obeyed and sipped on a small bottle of whiskey.
Lillian sat on the floor close to Marc, who was removing his jacket and placing it neatly on a little dining room table nearby.
He sat down once more and looked down at her, then placed his hand on her chin and guided her into the position of his liking; on her knees and ready to suck cock.
Lillian knew what she needed to do. In a frenzy, she started unbuckling his belt and removing his pants.
All that was left between her and some cock was the thin fabric of his boxers.
His cock wasn’t even hard yet, and his bulge was already so big.
Both Jonathan and Ron’s eyes were locked onto the big man’s bulge, waiting for the beast to be unleashed.
But that wasn’t what Lillian was going to do yet.
Making sure that both of her cucks could see, she took her right hand and stroked the monstrous cock through the fabric.
All Jonathan could think about was just slipping in behind her and penetrating her while she sucked this man’s cock. But he knew he wasn’t allowed to, and it was incredibly frustrating. That didn’t stop his cock from getting harder and harder by the second, though.
He looked back down to Lillian. She was sitting on her haunches. Her high waisted skirt was pulled up high. Some of her ass and a little peek of her underwear was visible. She had a black thong on.
Oh God, Jon thought to himself. He really liked the look of thongs. They were so easy to pull aside and fuck someone without them getting in the way.