Just want to say thanks for the number of positive comments you've taken your valuable time to post. I have written Part 4 and deleted it several times in my attempt to continue johnnie's journey. In this my 5th attempt, I hope it passes muster.
"Come on, johnnie, you can tell me. You wanted to suck Keith's cock, didn't you? Your face was so close that you could have licked that big head just by sticking your tongue out."
The games people play. My wife and I were in our usual positions, me kneeling with my hand on my erection and her, seated on the couch with both hands on her pussy.
I played that eventful evening over in my mind. It was electric. It was sexy, and more than I expected.
So much more.
I opened the door and saw Keith, Cindy's co-worker. Standing tall at 6'2", he was a squared jaw, and handsome man. He was almost as I used to described in my stories, including that permanent 5 o'clock shadow.
He expected to see me naked. Am not sure whether he expected to see me sporting a boner though. The smirk on his face as he walked in made me blush. "Welcome, sir," I said quietly. "Please, make yourself comfortable. Cindy will be out in a minute. May I get you a drink?"
"Three fingers, on the rocks, boy."
"Yes, sir. Coming right up."
I hurried off to get him his drink. That he called me boy only added to my aroused humiliation. Though he didn't say it in a mean way, it served to remind me that tonight he was the man, and I was there to serve him. His dominant demeanor was exactly what I would need to pull this off.
Was I scared? I don't know if scared would accurately define what I was feeling. I knew that tonight could be special for Cindy and I was ready to humble myself for her benefit.
Just as I brought Keith his drink, Cindy bounced into the living room. Instead of being naked as I was, she was wearing that little blue robe we'd discussed many times in my stories. She was also wearing a red bikini panty which was visible beneath her robe.
Her breasts were unencumbered and Keith and I could see her nipples were already hard with anticipation.
"Keith, you're looking good tonight. Thank you for doing this for us. johnnie has been looking forward to this night."
Keith looked at me as Cindy said that and chuckled. "I don't get it. You look fuckable and yet your husband wants to play with a cock. I know you said he was doing this for you but by the look at his boner, I think he really wants this to happen. How about it, boy," he addressed me. "Admit it. You want to play with my big cock."
I almost fled from the room. I knew what Cindy expected me to say and I didn't want to let her down, ruin the evening. "Yes sir," my voice was raspy.
"Come here. Let me see those hands."
My arms were shaking and felt so heavy as I held them out for his inspection. Inside I was thanking Cindy for her instance that I treat my hands, softening them up for this night.
With my little hands in Keith's larger hands, I trembled as he felt them both. "Nice," he smiled. "Soft, like a woman's hands. You told me he was preparing for my cock, Cindy. He did a good job."
Cindy kissed my cheek and whispered, "See. I was right."
Now, as I held my throbbing dick, I remembered the look of triumph on her face that night.
I remembered how relieved I felt when Keith told me to get the show on the road.
I knelt and removed his slip-on shoes. I felt both pair of eyes looking down as I placed his shoes beside the love seat. Handing Cindy his drink, Keith allowed me to un button his shirt. First the cuffs, then the front. The more I worked to get him naked, the more confident I became in my actions.
I returned to the still standing couple after hanging the shirt in our closet. Cindy wanted me to act out those dirty stories. "Feel his chest, johnnie. You know what to do."
Before I had a chance to even contemplate my next move, Keith pulled my head on his chest. My hands roamed freely over his broad hairy chest. "Go on, boy. Your wife told me what you were going to do."
I will never forget how his words affected me. Calling me boy and giving me permission to act out as my wife wanted, I heard a soft moan escape me as my lips found a nipple.
I kissed and pulled on the eraser sized bud. When I heard Keith sigh, I knew he appreciated my attention to his anatomy. My right arm circled his waist as I kissed and suckled first his left nipple then the right one.
"Bite it, boy. Not too hard but bite them."
I must have nursed and suckled for several minutes before I made the mistake of reaching for his erection. I didn't know I had made a mistake until I felt a sharp smack on my bottom. "Did I tell you, you could touch my cock, boy?"
I heard my wife stifle a giggle as I looked at him. "No sir. I apologize."
His hand on my ass did more to enflame my submission to him than it hurt. I knew he was showing Cindy who was the boss, who was the man, the real man. What he couldn't know was that he was making this special for me.
Keith held my face against his tight abs as he guided me to my knees. I could hear my wife breathing hard. Every now and then she'd say something like, "damn that's sexy," or fuck yeah." So I knew she was happy with my performance so far.
Keith stopped pulling my face against him as my face got to belt level.
My hands went around him and I caressed his thighs and buttocks. Looking up at him and Cindy, I could see she was pleased. Keith, well, let me say that he looked determined. But determined about what I had no idea.
Gauging my own feelings, I was confused. This was not what I had expected. I was troubled not by being naked and on my knees before this handsome man. What I found troubling was how kneeling, naked in his presence felt so right to me. How I felt less of a man than he is and how aroused I was being in the position I was in that evening.
After getting Keith's permission to remove his trousers, I found myself more excited than I had ever been. I scampered off to hang his trousers making sure to smooth out any wrinkles and pressed the creases.
I knelt again and could see his impressive cock pressing against his boxer shorts. I had imagined being in this position many, many times as I described it to my wife. It was incredibly erotic.
I looked up at Keith, my man. That he had an arm around my wife and was holding her bottom bothered me not in the least. I found it weird that I wasn't jealous at all. For some reason, it seemed logical that a man like Keith would take liberties with my wife even in front of me. He knew I would not be a problem.
