"Tonight is going to be a lot of fun," my wife stated over the noise of the shower. I had already stepped out of the tub and was toweling off as she spoke. It was clear that she was excited, but I was nervous.
"Michelle... excuse me, Mistress Michelle said she has a surprise for us." She continued to speak as she turned off the shower. "Did you remember to..."
She opened the shower curtain and I was already dressed in the required garb. "Nice," she said as she looked me over. "Turn around," she said softly. I did as she asked and she gave me a playful slap on the ass. I laughed a little and turned back around.
"You better get ready, too," I advised, "She'll be here soon."
Michelle was a woman that Randi, my wife, had met in a special interest online chat room. They hit it off in conversation and it was not long that Michelle learned that Randi is my domme. In turn, Randi found out that Michelle is everyone's domme.
Over the course of several months of chatting, they decided to meet at a coffee shop. They kissed friendly pecks on their cheeks when they met and went into conversation as if they were old friends. They immediately had the chemistry needed to use each other for their exact purposes. Those purposes would later fit with me somewhere in the puzzle and per their planning I was to be in for a treat.
A couple of weeks later, Randi and I were in our bathroom getting ready for an evening of fun planned out by Mistress Michelle. As we got ready, Randi told me that she was instructed by Michelle as to what we would wear for her arrival. Randi was to wear a black corset, long black gloves, gartered stockings, high heels, and no panties. My cock grew harder and harder as I watched her get dressed. My hard on sat in direct contrast to the lace hot pants panties I was required to wear.
Randi did the last buckle on her corset and stepped toward me. She moved into me with authority. "I should fuck you before she gets here," she said with gritted teeth. My cock twitched with anticipation. Randi answered the twitch with a quick slap with the back of her hand over the tip of my dick. It stung a little, but made the point. I was going to have to wait for Mistress Michelle.
The doorbell rang and Randi grabbed me by the hand. We went down the stairs together and opened the front door. It was the first time I had laid eyes on Michelle and I could not stop staring. She wore a long, black coat that covered her body. Even still, I could see she was wearing tall heeled boots and leather gloves. Her hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail. Her lips were a flaming red. She moved into the open door and kissed Randi deeply. It was much more passionate than their first meeting.
Randi still had me by the hand, so she pulled me over to meet Michelle. "This is for you," Randi said with a grin. Michelle looked me over, saw the raging bulge in the front of the panties, and smiled. "I think he'll do," she said. Then she continued, "and I brought some toys for you." I suddenly realized that she was holding a leash. Mistress Michelle did not come alone.
She tugged on the leash as she walked in and following in suit were three men wearing only blue jeans and collars. The collars were all connected by Michelle's leash. To that point, I had never thrown out a safe word, but I got very close. I had no interest in playing sex games with men. Randi knew that to be a hard limit and she had no interest in going that route with me either. I looked at Michelle then at Randi with a new fear in my eyes. I was ready to call it quits just before Michelle said, "don't worry. You won't be sucking any cock tonight. They are for your mistress, my slave, Randi." I was immediately relieved and then perturbed. I had not expected other men to be part of the scenario and I realized that I was wearing nothing, but panties in front of them. I was a little humiliated by it.
My emotional response was quickly thwarted by Michelle tugging at my hand to follow her upstairs. She did not waste any time. She made way to the bedroom with me in tow. Randi followed with her new toys still leashed.
"So, what are their names?" Randi asked about the three men she was pulling along, to which Michelle replied, "Slave 1, Slave 2, and Slave 3." Then she looked back at me and said, "and Slave 4." That incited Randi to slap me hard on the ass and I jumped a little.
Once in the bedroom, Michelle pulled me aside to allow Randi and her three new toys to pass. I watched as my wife led them expertly to the foot of the bed. She lined them up shoulder-to-shoulder facing away from the bed and ordered them to strip out of their jeans. They responded immediately and their pants became a pile on the floor. None of them wore underwear. None of them said a word.
I watched a greedy look rush over my wife's face as she looked down. She didn't care that there were living people attached. She just saw three cocks and could not wait to play. She dropped to her knees. For the first time, I saw another man's hardening dick at my wife's face. Michelle grabbed me by the face to break my stare. "Do you like what you see, bitch?" she asked me then she turned my face back to Randi just in time to see her engulf Slave 2's hard on with her mouth.
