Sara returned shortly after with a bag of ice, and informed us that she never did find Adrian. Stacey watched in amusement, as I sat uneasily on the ice. My erection disappeared within a few moments, and Svetlana motioned for Stacey to cage me. Stacey told me to stand and then she knelt before me. She wrapped the silky panties around my cock, to protect it from the cage.
Stacey gave my balls a quick fondle, and said, "Which one of the girls shaved your nuts? These babies must be so swollen after all these months. I bet you can't wait to bust a nut tonight. You can do whatever you want to me after the reception. Nothing is off limits."
I groaned, and felt my cock harden.
"Do you like the feel of silk against your cock?" she teased, as she caressed it gently through the panties.
I let out a whimper of frustration, and my penis grew in her hand, almost instantly. Within about ten seconds I was rock-hard again, and I began to question how the hell I was ever going to be able to resist Stacey. She was just too fucking hot.
"Oh for fuck's sake Stacey, stop trying to get him hard, you stupid bitch," Sara said angrily.
Stacey responded, "I can't help it if all men respond to me, Sara. Why don't we just jerk him off into the panties? If all three of us get involved, he will blow his wad quickly."
That sounded like a fabulous idea to me, but Sara told me to get back on the ice bag, and within moments my erection had gone. Sara clinically attached and locked the cock-cage, without any of the unnecessary kneeling, or other games Svetlana typically used to torture me. Sara simply removed the key from around her neck, snapped the cage shut and locked it. She then put the key back around her neck, and it slid down between her huge fake tits.
"While I have you alone, with no Adrian," Sara said quietly, "I asked Adrian for the security footage, as a good faith gesture, and he said he would think about it. I think he is ready to cut you loose after this weekend. All you have to do is get through this wedding, and you are home free. He did give me a five percent stake in his business, as a good faith gesture, which he said I can cash out at any time. Although he told me that I would be crazy to do that, with the returns his fund always gets. If I email you the contract, can you look it over as an extra set of eyes? I want to make sure it is legal, before I sign it. I trust your business acumen."
I nodded my agreement to look it over, and wanted to tell Sara that most funds that get excessively high returns, are either fraught with risk, or Ponzi schemes, but it wasn't the right time.
Svetlana flushed the rest of the ice, threw the bag in the trash, fired up the magic egg in my ass, and the four of us went to find Adrian. I began to leak almost immediately, as the vibrating egg teased the nerve endings in my asshole. We looked around the venue for Adrian, but he was nowhere to be found. He was the only black guest, so it couldn't be too hard to locate him. In the end, we decided to split up and look for him.
Fortunately, I was the one that ended up finding Adrian. He was in one of the storerooms at the wedding venue, leaning against a wall. As I walked in, he was zipping up his pants, and the lovely Koko was kneeling before him, on a cushion on the floor. She turned around in horror, as she heard me enter the room. She had semen on her nose and lips, and had apparently just sucked Adrian off. She seemed relieved that it was just me, and then put two and two together.
"Is this Sara's husband?" she asked him, with a laugh.
Adrian responded, "soon to be ex-husband."
I shifted uncomfortably, as Koko processed the true relationship between Adrian, Sara and I.
"He told me that he dated Sara twenty years ago, making no mention of the fact that he is still married to the woman you are fucking. I immediately detected that Chris was jealous of you, Adrian, but I thought it was related to your work, not something this personal," Koko said.
"Truth is," Adrian said condescendingly, "it is both. Yes, it must be agonizing for Chris to know that I am balls-deep in his wife every night, but he also hates being my bitch at work, and my house boy when we go out of town."
Koko giggled at Adrian's characterization of me, and muttered, "house boy" under her breath.
"Do you guys all get along?" she asked timidly.
"We are great friends, now that we have all adjusted to our respective roles," Adrian told her. "Chris knows that Sara is mine, and allows me to enjoy her as I see fit."
