Cat-Katie-Kitten Ch. 08 - Shedding

"Maybe you should come inside," Kate replied calmly. Almost too calmly. She motioned to the door. "We just finished packing a bunch of old family heirlooms to ship off to my cousin in Colorado and are about to order some pizzas. Would you care to join us?"

She tried not to notice Savvy and Jerry exchanging worried glances. The revelation of a husband's secret girlfriend usually led to a lot of screaming and perhaps a violent fight. At least in most relationships it did. Katie's relationship with her husband did not hold any slack in those rules as far as they knew. Their own ongoing secret relationship with Katie bore that out. That was, in a nutshell, their problem.

"Uuummm... sure? I guess that would be alright." Obviously not the reception Ricki prepared for either.

Kate led them all inside, placed the order for the food, then handed out drinks to everyone. In the living room, she suggested Jerry sit in Brian's favorite chair, helped Savvy scoot the footstool next to her husband and then sat on one end of the couch, indicating Ricki should take the other end.

"Are yew shure yew..." Savvy began, trying to make herself comfortable in the soft armchair to start getting comfortable in the awkwardness of the situation. She pulled out her phone and opened the app that allowed her to do voice recordings. She'd made several recordings with Katie and Jerry in the past, mostly for her OnlyFans account and the pervs who loved hearing her getting off, but this one might turn out to be a bit more that hot moans and groans and orgasmic screams. Jerry fidgeted in his spot too, trying to figure out if he should relax back, or stay on the edge in case he needed to physically intervene. Chicks fighting for fun in mud, pudding or Jello made a great evening's entertainment but sticking himself into a raging cat-fight over another dude, especially one he didn't like all that much, held as much appeal as voluntarily dropping his dick in a blender.

"Yes," Kate assured her, sipping her bottle of beer. "I'm sure having witnesses will be helpful."

"I don't know how far 'impartial' we can be considered though," Jerry muttered, also sipping his own bottle. "'Accomplices' maybe?"

"Hush yew."

"How was your flight back to LAX?" Kate asked, taking over the conversation as though the awkward elephant in the room didn't exist. She kept up a steady stream of small talk- asking about the generalities of the trips Ricki and Brian took for the company, general gossip, sharing basic information about Savvy and Jerry, how her own job at the lab went, etc.. Any time one of Ricki's answers started to steer towards the purpose of her visit, Kate immediately interrupted to ask another light question. Only after the pizzas arrived and everyone took slices did she choose to 'get down to business'.

"So you said you've worked for Brian's company for four years now?" She asked, taking a bite from her first slice. Ricki nodded rather than speak with a mouthful of her own.

"And when did you start fucking my husband?"

The only one who didn't start choking immediately, she calmly kept eating, tilting her head curiously, calming waiting for an answer.

"We... ahh... we started flirting a little bit when we still worked in different departments," Ricki confessed, wiping sauce from her chin with a paper towel. Her brown eyes wide with surprise and a little bit of fear. "I haven't had a boyfriend since before joining the company and it felt good to find someone even semi-interested in me. About two years ago or so?"

"Not worried about that," Kate said, patting her knee reassuringly. "Every woman in a corporate environment probably has a 'work boyfriend-slash-husband' who helps keep the real wolves at bay. Sad that it usually comes to that, but effective. Mine is Phil Levy. Older guy, father-type. I help him pick out Hanukkah presents every year for his grandkids. I mean 'When did you get naked and fuck him'?"

"Feels weird talking about it like this," Ricki responded, obviously out of sorts and expecting more of a fight. Not direct, very blunt questions.

"I first fucked Brian in his dorm room the night we met at a party. We were both super drunk and barely made it to the room." Katie smiled a bit wistfully, then took a bite from her slice and talked around it, chewing. "He fell out of me AND the bed at the same time. Absolutely HILARIOUS to a couple of drunk college kids. We didn't start seriously dating until about a month later."

"I helped Savvy and her roommate move into an apartment in the building I lived in," Jerry offered, tossing back the remains of his beer. "They jumped on me like a pair of wolves on a moose. First threesome I ever had."

"An' not tha last," Savvy added, clinking bottles with her husband in toast. Ricki stared at them, turned to Katie and arched a questioning eyebrow. Kate stared back with a Mona Lisa smile, so she gave up and sat back.

"It's such a cliche, I'm kinda embarrassed to say it," she confessed, throwing up her hands in resignation. "Last year. At the company Christmas party."

Kate mulled it over for only a moment, then nodded.

"We fought that afternoon while I got ready. Gave me such a headache I decided not to go. We yelled about it for about an hour. Didn't do my head any good." Kate paused, collecting herself. "He said he stayed late. Until the end. I was already asleep when he got in."

"We left around ten. Went back to my place and had sex. He finally sobered up enough to head hom... come back here around two in the morning."

"Katie Kitty, yer awfully calm 'bout all this." Savvy rubbed her hands together, still expecting some sort of explosion of temper from her girlfriend.

"Yes, I suppose I am," Kate admitted, returning Savvy's nervousness with affectionate calm. Turning to Ricki, she shrugged. "I suppose I should be pissed off, but there's no point any more, is there? Have you slept together regularly since then?"

"Not at first, no." Ricki stood up, smoothing her pants before sitting back down to finish her beer. "At first we agreed that it was a one-off brought on by alcohol and work-familiarity. I figured he'd spend time with you and apologize. I half expected you to arrive at my door punching my lights out before New Years. Obviously, he never told you."

"Obviously not," Jerry interjected, returning from the kitchen with a fresh bottle for everyone. After giving them out, he took a fresh slice of the pineapple and sat down. "Still not sure why this turned into a conversation and not a screaming match. I was all set to grab a bowl of popcorn and enjoy the catfight."

"We'll get to the 'Why', Captain Impatience." Kate pushed the pineapple box over to him. "Until then, hush up and eat your nasty ass pizza. So what changed?"

"We sorta broke the ice I guess," Ricki said with a shrug of her own. "Made it a few weeks through the holidays and then 'Bam' he's back at my door and we're screwing all over the apartment. We got it on for two weeks or so, then he gets this call that changes everything."

"The day of my accident and hysterectomy." Kate sat back, appearing upset for the first time since Ricki's arrival. He wasn't 'screwing around with friends' like he'd told her, he was just screwing around. And not for the first time.

"In my defense, he didn't tell me at the time," Ricki responded, a dark flush to her sharp cheeks. "He told me you'd gone home, back East, and would be gone for awhile. I only found out later that he'd leave work to go visit you in the hospital, grab some clothes here, then meet me at my place where he would spend the night."

"Asshole," Jerry growled from his place in Brian's chair, furrowing his brow and staring darkly at the floor. When he'd been told about Katie's accident and surgery on arriving home from Vegas, he vowed to start a long conversation with Brian about a great deal. His hands gripped the arms of the chair so tightly, the wood creaking.

"Jerry hunny, calm down now," Savvy extracted herself from her spot, moving over to sit in his lap. She turned to Katie, who suspected Jerry could release a great rage, given the energy and power on display during one particularly intense night of animalistic sex. Even Ricki, who barely knew his name, could sense the potential storm rolling off him.

"Yeah, he is." Kate agreed, resting one hand on Ricki's knee. She couldn't throw stones now, not after months of sleeping sandwiched between her lovers while Brian and Ricki banged in hotel rooms around the country. "And you need to keep in mind he's a bit of an ass too. After the hospital, I couldn't have sex for a while. How did it work out for you?"

"That's when he started changing." Ricki licked her cranberry-colored lips. "He started talking about trying to control his orgasms and edging and stuff. He really got into it, showing me clips and training games and stuff. Kinky ass shit I started getting into myself. Especially when he gave me control."

"I caught him watching one of those recently. Then I started in on him too."

"He told me about that!" Ricki gushed, tapping Kate's knee. "He was so happy you saw that one because it's us- him and I. You don't see much of him of course but, I mean, seen one dick you've seen them all, right? But I was under the table right there on camera getting dripped on. And you dove right into the spirit of it, which turned him on even more. Between the two of us edging and denying him, he keeps telling me how much his balls ache and shit. Begging to be allowed to get off for me before the terminal case of blue balls kills him."

"I thought you looked familiar but didn't put two and two together until now. But that happened later, didn't it?" Kate took hold of Ricki's hand, marveling at the contrast between her paler sun-kissed skin and the dark tone of her husband's mistress. Or his other 'Mistress'? Depended on how one looked at it she supposed. "You transferred him into your department for the Demo Team?"

"That one's all me," agreed Ricki, hanging her head. "I travel a lot for the company, and lots of guys hit on me at the conferences and trade shows. Sometimes it just doesn't feel safe saying 'no' without a good reason for going back to my hotel room alone."

"A Secret Fuck Buddy." Kate offered.

"I guess you could say it like that," Ricki nodded. "And I should tell you right now- I thought you knew. Brian told me you'd wanted an open marriage for a long time but didn't need to talk to 'the other woman' until you'd found your own fuck buddy. For an MBA, I do stupid shit sometimes."

"'The heart wants what the heart wants'. I get it. The loneliness of single life gets to you, especially when you're trying to MAKE things work and failing. I can't imagine what it's like trying to find someone when you're constantly travelling. You take what you find and sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. Do you love him?"

Before Ricki could respond, Brian burst in through the front door carrying his computer bag and suitcase. He started to speak but a glance at the people in the room made his voice catch.

"Baby, what's with... oh shit," he squeaked out.

Several things happened at once- he saw Kate and Ricki sitting on the couch, holding hands and glaring daggers at him, Savvy found herself on the floor where Jerry dumped her before crossing the room in two huge steps, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the wall about a foot off of the ground, managing to kick the door shut at the same time.

"Give me a good reason not to beat the fuck out of you asshole," Jerry growled, their faces dangerously close.

"A death would devalue my house and bloodstains are fuck-hard to clean out of the carpet," Kate spoke up from the couch. "As it is, you'll need to fix the drywall. Please put him down."

Jerry looked back at her, then wide-eyed Savvy, before letting Brian drop to the floor in a stunned heap. Standing over him with his hands clenched in big, heavy fists, the construction worker turned his attention partially to the fine dent they'd put in the wall.

"Brian, sit down and keep your mouth shut until spoken to." Kate pointed to an unoccupied footstool, waited until Brian scrambled to it, his face a burning red. She nudged a box across the table to him. "Take a slice, you must be hungry after your trip."

"Katie, I..." he started to say, but the commanding glares he received from both her and Ricki killed the sounds in his throat. He took a slice of pizza and tried to figure out how much trouble he found himself in.

"You know now he never told me about you two hooking up. When he told me he'd moved to your team, I thought he meant 'Ricky' as in a male's name. I mistook you for the one guy with the dad-bod and porn-'stach I met after he got hired. My fault for not asking, but we already had enough problems by then," Kate continued, after recapping what they already talked about before Brian's abrupt arrival. He made several noises and abortive attempts to explain, but a glance around the room gave him all the incentive to stuff his mouth full of pizza and wait it out. He wanted one of those beers pretty badly but didn't think he was going to get one. Aside from Jerry, everyone else acted nerve-rackingly calm about it. Ricki nodded her response, expecting a follow up question.

"We dated for two months before he cheated on me," Kate volunteered, staring at Brian and daring him to contradict her. "I let it go then since I still screwed my roommate and he and I weren't 'exclusive' yet. We wound up crazy drunk at a Halloween party and she wore a costume pretty close to mine. Cute too. I would have joined in if she didn't jump up and run off. Probably afraid I wanted to kick her ass instead of eating it. Sucked her off of him later that night.

"We were married for three years before I caught him screwing around with one of the women up the street. That was after I took the job at the lab but before he transferred to your company. Remember Jinny, Brian? Remember her husband? I thought he was hot enough at the time. Her too. And if you'd *asked* me, we might have swung with them instead of breaking up their marriage. Remember when I begged you to join a swingers' club? So we could enjoy sex with different partners and not keep any secrets? You screwed that one up too, didn't you?" She turned to Ricki once more, again putting her hand on the other woman's knee.

"Brian told me early on he dreamed of being cuckold. I could fuck any *woman* I wished as long as he knew about it and could at least watch. That would have been fine. I wanted to swing and fuck whoever I wanted and still come back home to him, but I was okay with just being with another woman occasionally. But here's what I didn't figure out until today. It's not what he wants." She rose to her feet and stared down at him, his eyes wide and pleading.

"He doesn't want a 'partner'. He doesn't want to share the responsibilities of a upholding a give-and-take relationship. He doesn't even desire to be simply cuckolded (Is that even a word? Cuckheld?). He wants to be owned. He wants to serve. For someone to tell him what to do. To not think or share the responsibilities WITH someone and shouldering the burdens of everyday life unless they are spelled out for him. A Mistress. I'm not that kind of person. I've got my own needs and I don't like to be in control all the time." She turned from him and back at Ricki once more.

"Why did you come see me today? And why didn't you do it together?

"I've wanted to talk with you about our relationship for a few months now," Ricki confessed, shrugging. "Honestly, I kept letting him talk me out of it because I sensed he was hiding something. I figured he was using me to have an affair and then you and I started doing the same things with him and that *felt* like we were on the same page so *maybe* he was telling me the truth. I had to find out because I didn't want to ruin your life if he'd been lying to me."

"Which he was," Jerry interjected with a wry grin. "But then, there was a bit of that going around."

"Hush you," Kate said with a wink. "What made you finally do it?"

"He got bumped from the flight home," Ricki looked back and forth between Kate, Jerry and Savvy, who winked herself and licked her lips. "I decided it would be good for him to cool his heels in the Chicago airport for a few hours waiting for the next flight to LA and left him there. Almost turned around when I saw you three standing out in the drive."

"Do you love him?"

"Kinda."

"Surprisingly, that's good enough for me. Do you want him? For good, or at least until you get tired of him?"

"What? Just like that? Yes."

"Jerry, in the bedroom you'll find a box on the dresser. Would you go get it for me? You'll know it when you see it."

Jerry nodded and stepped out of the room, heading down the long hallway to the main bedroom. While he absented himself on this errand, Kate took off her wedding rings.

"Brian, stand up."

He hesitated.

"Brian, if you wish to serve a Mistress, you'd best learn to obey commands. Stand. Up."

He did so, getting to his feet when Jerry reentered the room. Kate crossed to him and took the small box from him. Busy with the contents, she spoke over her shoulder.

"Pants down Brian. Underwear too."

"Katie, baby nooo... please."

"Do it, bitch-boy," Ricki commanded, reminding him that he'd lied to not one, but two strong women. Under the watchful eyes of his Mistress, Savvy and Jerry, he pushed his pants down to his knees, hot tears slowly streaming down his bright red cheeks. Kate looked over her shoulder briefly.

"Lose the erection. No one's interested."

It took him several long, excruciating minutes to slow his breathing and rushing heart rate to let his cock fall limp under so many judging eyes. When he finally did sag sadly, a long line of seminal fluid ran from the tip to the floor. Only then did Kate approach.

"Your ring," she demanded, holding out her hand for his wedding band. He struggled but tugged it off and handed it to her.

"I intended to give you this as a 'coming home' present because I was willing to try one more time to rekindle the fire between us. Instead, you helped me make a different choice and now it's a present for Ricki."

She reached down and with great detachment, locked his flaccid penis in a leather and metal cock cage. Sitting on the top, their wedding bands sat laced through the hasp of the padlock. He tried to touch her, but she brushed his hands off.

"Here's what's going to happen next- we're getting a divorce. You'll grant it with no arguments. I'm going to agree to make it a friendly splitting of assets, including the house, right down the middle. If you fight me on it, I'll simply give my lawyer the recording of our conversation tonight and, on the strength of your infidelities alone, I'll clean your clock. So, unless you *really* want me to act like a 'frigid bitch', we part as friends. Agreed?"

"Agreed," he croaked.

"Ok with you Ricki?" Kate turned, holding out her hand for the last person in the room still sitting down. Her ex's mistress took it, rising to her feet.

"I'm still surprised you're so reasonable about it all honestly," Ricki admitted, still trying to wrap her own head around what happened versus her expectations. "I came expecting a huge screaming match on the lawn so I could run away."

"We can still do that if you like," Kate said cheerily, pointing towards the door. "I mean, it's been quite a day with moving out a bunch of stuff for my cousin and then all this, but I could manage a 'You stole my man' or two if it would make you feel better. Maybe a little pushing?"

"No thanks, I'm good." Smiling back, Ricki shook her head.

"Are you sure? I'm free on Saturday if you'd rather reschedule. I'll water the lawn way past the city limit and we bikini wrestle for the neighbors."

"Like a WWE Lingerie Match!" Jerry offered helpfully. "But instead of the winner getting a Championship Belt, the loser gets a Chastity Belt!"

"Nawt helpin' hunny." Savvy punched his arm but everyone laughed anyway.

Except Brian, who still stood in the middle of the group, pants down and penis aching in the confines of the cage, ashamed and uncomfortable, and for good reason. Slowly he raised his hand, reverting back to the school tradition of waiting for recognition to speak. Kate turned to Ricki, who nodded her permission.

"You're right Katie... Kate. I screwed up."

"Understatement," Jerry growled, earning another punch in the arm from his wife.

"But I don't understand- why now? What's changed? I still love you."

"I've changed Brian," Kate told him honestly. "We haven't clicked for a while now, and since my accident it's only gotten worse. I've discovered it's time for me to stop clinging to the stuff I've held onto because I'm expected to. We spent the day emptying the spare room of all the furniture I saved for when we had a kid of our own- clinging to a future that would never happen. My future's different now. So's yours. Just like I'm sending the furniture on to someone who will appreciate it and make it part of their future. I'm doing the same with you. Letting you go with Ricki will make all three of us happy with no restrictions. Our futures don't go to the same place anymore. It's time to make a clean break and move on. And yes, I loved you. But I love me more."

"I'm sorry Kate."

"I know, but not as sorry as you're about to be." Kate turned back to Ricki, licking her lips mischievously. Before popping something in her mouth she asked, "I don't suppose you like girls at all, do you?"

"Not really, no." she responded.

"Pity, this would be a lot more fun if you did." Suddenly, Katie put her hand on the back of Ricki's neck and crushed their bodies together, lips meeting in a fierce and prolonged kiss. Smooth, unadorned lips met cranberry painted lips. Warm sienna skin yielded to cool pale hands. Smart business casual crushed against dirty tee and cutoff jeans.

"Fuuuuuuckkk..." groaned Brian, seeing Katie's dreams made flesh and feeling the bite of the cage keeping him at bay.

"Whoa," Jerry agreed, adjusting his growing erection in his jeans.

"Yew go gurl," Savvy crowed, exalting in their play of tongues, something she enjoyed with Kitty many times over the past month or more herself.

Ricki relaxed into the passionate kiss, letting her hands roam over Katie's back and into her hair. Suddenly, she jerked back, breaking oral contact to pull a key out of her mouth. Kitty playfully licked her cheek instead, keeping her close.

"What's this?" she asked, holding the key up.

"The key to his cage. You might need it the next time you go through LAX."

"I might indeed," Ricki tucked the key into her jacket pocket. "You're one hell of a kisser."

"One of my college girlfriends loved to make out. We used to spend hours in bed kissing before sex. Sometimes it's all we did."

"Hours? No wonder you're so good at it."

"I fell out of practice for a while. Sadly, your new toy isn't much in the kissing department."

"Got that right," Ricki agreed.

"Hey!" Brian protested, struggling to figure out what he should do while his now-ex made out with his new Mistress in front of a couple he hardly knew while his pants lay around his ankles.

"Have you started gagging your toyfriend yet?" Jerry asked, reminding everyone he remained in the room. Savvy slid around close between Katie and Brian, eager to take a turn with the warm soft lips if given the chance.

"'Toyfriend'? I like that," Ricki replied wickedly. "I do tie him up to tease and edge him, but don't use a gag much. There are better ways to occupy bitch mouth."

"He any good?" asked Savvy, checking Brian up and down with some interest. Always good to have a new playmate to tease. Especially a desperate puppy.

"No," Katie answered.

"Not especially," Ricki agreed at the same time. Brian sagged visibly following another scathing critique of his prowess.

"Why don't you go fetch the Toy Box out of the bedroom, Toy Boy?" Katie suggested. "Bring it out here while we get to know each other better. If that's okay with you Ricki?"

"Go on," agreed Ricki, kicking off her low heels at last and dismissing him with a wave of her hand. "Do what she says. And come back wearing only your cage, Toy Boy."

With a dramatic moan, Brian shuffled his way out of the room and into the hallway where he struggled out of his pants and shoes. Katie languidly reached up and back with one arm when Jerry slid in behind her, putting his arms around her belly. Ricki watched them, then over at Savvy, who licked her lips and smiled.

"You guys are?"

"Doing what Brian said he wanted to try without him involved at all." Katie said, filling in the implied blank, letting Jerry pull off her tee to reveal the sports bra underneath.

"How long?"

"Three months now. Since, whut? August?" Savvy said, sliding her hands over Ricki's full, round hips and, encountering no resistance, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. Katie started working the buttons of her blouse. "Mostly when he was away bangin' yew."

"We're a little more 'open-minded' than him," Jerry added, working off Katie's shorts, leaving her in sneakers and a bra. They screwed at lunch and she never bothered to put panties back on. "At least, the way he acted last week."

"What a sexy bra and panty set!" Katie interjected, shifting the topic away from hammering Brian down even more before he returned. Her fingers traced over the light purple lace on the straps and cups of Ricki's bra. "This is a good color on you!"

"Thanks. Purple's my favorite color, but I try to keep it toned down or I'd look like a walking bunch of grapes. I like your jewelry. Did it hurt?" Ricki cupped Katie's breast after Jerry pulled her bra off and tossed it to the floor with the rest of the clothes. Savvy peered up over Ricki's shoulder and smiled at her girlfriend.

"I had... a different experience than most people do," Katie confessed, the memory stirring greater tingles between her legs. She busied her hands with the front clasp of the lacy bra. "Everyone's pain tolerance is different."

"I've thought about getting my nipples done and seeing your pretty titties, I believe I will."

"Yew definitely should!" encouraged Savvy. "And git gold 'cause that'll look hawt as fuck against yer gorgeous dark skin!"

Brian finally returned with the black toolbox of sex toys they kept under the bed as Katie's hands opened his Mistress' bra and slid in to cup the plump breasts he last worshiped only this morning. Of the women, only Ricki still retained any clothes, and only her panties at that. Completely nude already, Katie and her friend Savvy caressed the sensual brown skin of his lover. They looked more beautiful together than he'd ever dreamed, and he could only hope She would allow him the chance to enjoy servicing any of them even once tonight.

Katie pressed her bare body against Ricki, sun-kissed tan flesh against silky dark sienna and they both turned to him, standing there in the doorway holding the toy box. Savvy's hands roamed both sets of hips until Ricki reached back and pulled her around to join the huddle. They whispered, ignoring the big man behind them when he stripped off his own shirt, revealing the broad muscled chest underneath. He wondered if he needed to set a hard limit on being used by this Jerry.

"On your knees Toy Boy," Mistress Ricki commanded, and he obeyed, still holding the chest. He'd already learned not to anticipate Her wishes and today was not the day to try Her patience further than he needed to.

"We never bought any hard-core locking binders," Kate said, taking the box from him, setting it on the table among the pizza boxes and opening it. Dear God, did she look amazing- like he'd always secretly wished her to but never told her. When had she gotten her nipples pierced? Too late now. Time to accept responsibility for the choices he'd made and take the path she showed him or... well, the bleak alternative didn't appeal at all. "These Velcro cuffs though- not that easy to wiggle out of."

She and the short Southern-speaking woman wrapped the cuffs snugly around his wrists and ankles, then locked them all together with a simple four-point clip behind his back. His cock strained against the cage repeatedly. He could keep himself under control with effort, but the women smelled intoxicating. Nor had he been so close to so many naked women touching him since his friend's bachelor party three years ago. He would burst if his balls filled with even one more drop of cum. He already leaked onto the floor.

Flushed, he could only watch while Mistress Ricki took Her panties off, wadded them into a ball and stuffed them into his mouth in lieu of a gag. He could taste Her and it would drive him mad.

"I don't hate you," Kat whispered in his ear. "But I'm going to show you what you've missed out on by lying to me. And yourself."

Standing, she grabbed Savvy by her tattooed hips and pulled her into a kiss as long, hot and passionate as the one she gave Ricki. Only this time, Savvy returned it with equal lust, grabbing her by the ass and helping her grind against Elvis in a pink Cadillac speeding around her left hip.

"I'm all for dinner and a show," Ricki said, sitting down in the middle of the couch but staring at Jerry intently. "But what I need is over here still wearing pants. What's the matter big man? Shy?"

"Hah! Hardly," snorted Jerry, moving closer to the couch. Close enough so she could reach him. Katie and his wife came up alongside him, one to each side, rubbing their hands over his thighs and belly in front of her. Their rubbing already revealed the tip of his erect cock peeking above his waistband. "You girls were all about undressing each other, I hoped you'd be interested in finishing this job yourself."

"Well, as curious as I am to find out what these ladies plan to do to me, I do so love playing with a man and his equipment."

Ricki sat up, reaching out with soft executive's hands to tease over his bare belly along his waistband. Legs slightly apart, he wrapped his arms around his regular lovers, bending to kiss each in turn. She ran her hands over the bulge before her, stroking the hardness beneath, it's length and heft.

The button came undone in her hands, then the zipper slow descended. She freed him from the confines of his jeans. The women at his sides pushed them down further, rubbing his bare ass and thighs. Slowly starting to stroke him, she smiled at the well of fluid already springing from the tip.

"Damn stud!" Ricki exclaimed admiring his cock. One hand found his balls, weighing them in her palm while her tongue snaked out to sample the sweet nectar seeping from him. "Are you sure you're not black?"

"Scots-Samoan. My Mom's pure Samoan. Dad's mostly Scottish with a bit of Polish thrown in somewhere along the way."

"You're some lucky-ass bitches, I'll tell you that straight out." She wrapped her lips around his head and started noisily sucking.

Bound and ignored across the room, Brian spoiled his first orgasm all over the carpet in front of him. It would not be the last time he spilled uncontrolled throughout the night.