For Her Amusement Ch. 01

"Are you fucking kidding me?" my wife snapped, jarring me back into focus. "I can't believe you just did that," she scolded. "We've talked about this and the consequences of it continuing to happen..." she said sternly, shattering the allusion that this was a rare event. "You know what to do now, don't think that I'm going to let you out of it just because they're watching. They expected a show and we're giving them one. It's not over just because you've finished, get your mouth down there. It's my turn to come." she ordered.

In desperation, my gaze once again fell to the face of my wife. I should have expected this, but I hadn't. I wasn't prepared to do THAT. At least not in front of them. I wasn't the only one in disbelief either. While Leah knew from previous conversations with Anne that she is usually the one in charge in our bedroom, I don't think she realized the extent to which it went. She obviously hadn't said anything to John about it either, because he was caught completely off guard by Anne's sudden assertiveness.

The ice cold warning stare that Anne returned to me quickly rendered all of this irrelevant, however. I quickly recalled her threat of punishment and realized that every second that I hesitated came with increasing risk. I looked down between us as I slowly withdrew what was left of my shrinking erection. Just as I did so, my wife grabbed her thighs and rocked backwards, ensuring that she didn't let my seed spill out and go to waste. "We wouldn't want to make a mess of their couch, now would we?" she giggled.

With no other choice, I began lowering my head towards her swollen lips. I couldn't help but to notice the intoxicating aroma of our combined sex. Closing my eyes, I diverted my tongue to her clit and began to lick. I hoped that by focusing my efforts there, I'd finish her off sooner and avoid tasting any more of myself than necessary. Unfortunately, my tongue's contact was met with a jerk as she replied, "No, you know better than to go straight for my clit. My lips deserve some attention too, I want to feel that tongue inside of me." My face cringed as I exhaled in defeat.

Just as my tongue reached the bottom of her slit and began to move upward, Anne let go of her thighs and let herself rock forward. The taste, which I found much less unpleasant than my faux-reaction suggested, hit me immediately as my warm load began to spill from her. "Don't you dare let me find any stains on this couch!" she warned. Heeding her warning, I quickly closed my mouth around her labia and buried my tongue inside of her. The sheer volume of come that flowed into my mouth surprised me. Apparently I had built up quite a supply during the last two weeks spent in chastity.

After the initial flow had subsided, I began running my tongue up and down the length of her entrance, briefly grazing her clit each time. The last traces of my release worked their way out as I did so. Normally there's nothing that I love more than orally pleasuring my wife, so I tried to set my focus on the act and forget about my surroundings. Just as the embarrassment began to slip from the forefront of my thoughts, Anne spoke up as if she knew what was going through my mind before I did.

"You know, I really thought that it would only take a few times of doing this before you learned to control yourself better. It's strange how it seems that it's had the opposite effect, almost as if you actually enjoy it," her words echoed as the humiliation came crashing back into my chest. "Your only saving grace is that you're so damn good at it," she continued, "god that feels fucking amazing!" I sped up my rhythm with long vertical strokes focused directly on her clit. The sooner I make her come, the sooner I could hope to shift the attention to John and Leah.

As it would turn out, my wife would find a way to squash that hope just as she did the rest of my attempts to salvage what was left of my dignity. Determined to get this over with, I focused everything I had left on her pulsing button. "Oh god, don't stop. Don't you fucking stop!" Anne gasped. "Uhhh I'm coming!" she practically yelled as she raised her hips off the couch and pushed her clit harder against my tongue. Her whole body tensed and contorted as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. With a sharp exhale her body fell limp back to the couch.

Panting, she spoke, "Wow, I doubt you could have done anything with your dick that felt as good as that. Maybe it's a good thing that the little guy can't seem to hold his load." With that, we both lay collapsed on the couch, her in exhaustion and me in resignation. At this point I felt like my ego was a dead horse being beaten over and over again. The damage had been done, any more blows were pointless. Nonetheless, they weren't going to stop coming anytime soon.

With a hint of eagerness, Leah spoke up for the first time since we got started. "Alright John, now it's our turn," she said with a grin. Without any hesitation, she had her dress pulled over her head and on the floor. John barely had time to sit up before her petite little body sunk to her knees and began reaching for his belt buckle. Before you could blink, she had his pants and briefs around his ankles, displaying his surprisingly long cock.

He wasn't even completely erect but he already had me beat in terms of length. "Well, at least you're slightly thicker," I told myself in my head, trying to revive the broken corpse that was my ego. Whether it was true or not was debatable.

John's cock vanished just as quickly as it appeared when Leah grabbed hold of it at the base, engulfed it with her mouth, and began bobbing her head rapidly. John groaned as she skillfully continued to work the entire length of his shaft. She already had her other hand shoved into her panties and was working her clit as well. Without interrupting her, John reached behind her with one hand and unclasped her bra. Until now I was still fairly content wallowing in my damaged pride, but the prospect of finally seeing what Leah had beneath her clothes got my attention. Unfortunately, she was facing away from me with her breasts pressed firmly against John's lap. My curiosity would have to wait a little longer.

Leah went on for what must have been at least 15 more minutes before Anne couldn't help but to comment. "Do you believe that, babe? If I had done that to you, we wouldn't have even gotten to have sex. You'd have lost control within a few minutes and I'd be the one swallowing a load of come instead of you. See, I knew there was a reason why you don't get blow jobs anymore!"

Still with a mouthful of John, Leah choked slightly as she tried to suppress her laughter. With a loud slurp, she removed him from her mouth. She turned to face Anne, finally giving me the view of her chest that I had been waiting for, and said with a smirk, "Don't worry, this show never ends as quickly as yours did." I just shook my head as my face reddened yet again.

With one more twist of the dagger, my wife looked at Leah and with more than a hint of sarcasm said, "Maybe if I'm lucky, you'll let me borrow John once he's finished pleasing you. I could use a man who doesn't have the stamina of a pubescent teenager to pick up where my husband fell short." I looked at her with a face devoid of enthusiasm, as if to say "ha ha, very funny". She raised an eyebrow that was both inquisitive and daring. She couldn't have been serious, that wasn't part of the plan... was it?

To add insult to injury, John spent most of the next hour giving Leah orgasm after orgasm in a wide variety of positions. Hell, Anne even made herself come two more times while she watched him work Leah over. The performance he gave was responsible for more of my wife's orgasms tonight than I was, a fact which she made sure to point out to everyone.

By the time John had finally finished, the only thing I could think about was how badly I wanted to be in the car driving home. Luckily he had completely exhausted Leah, who excused herself almost immediately to retire to her bedroom. John helped us gather our stuff and made sure that we had all of our belongings. My wife made a point to thank him for the show and tell him that his performance was quite impressive. We then said our goodbyes and made the walk to the car.

Neither one of us said a word the entire trip home. Anne left her hand resting on my thigh in a silent display of comfort while we both tried to wrap our head around the night's events. Once we arrived home we quickly climbed into bed, more than ready for some rest. I snuggled up to her with my head against her chest as she embraced me tightly. Running her fingers through my hair, she whispered "You made me very proud tonight. I love you so much." A smile took hold of my face as we both drifted off to sleep.