Dan Gets Cuckolded, Ch. 3

Dan and I had zero plans for Sunday. We slept in until the sunlight coming in the patio door wouldn't let us. Then I went in the kitchen, tied an apron around my naked body and whipped up two quick omelets. Dan, in just his cock cage, put on coffee and squeezed us orange juice. We had brunch on the patio followed by a dip in the pool. Then we warmed our bones in the jacuzzi and went inside.

At this point, some kind of serious horniness came over me, and I was kind of regretting putting the cage on Dan. I wished I had at least kept a key. I took the Hitachi off its charger and lay face up on the bed and applied it to my clit. Dan walked in, took the Hitachi from me, and started applying it all over my body, circling my nipples and working his way back to my vulva, all the time making out with me. It wasn't long till I was humping the vibrator. He turned it off and went down on me, fingering my nipples with both hands. I grabbed his head and forced his face into my pussy, humping him furiously until I exploded in orgasm. He looked up smiling from between my legs. I took a second or two to catch my breath then felt around for the HItachi.

"Lay down here," I said.

Dan lay face up on the bed, and I applied the vibrator to the cage over his cock and balls. It hummed, and Dan moaned. I ran the Hitachi all over his cock and balls and groin until he spasmed and came all over himself. Then I climbed on him and kissed him.

"That's for being such a good sport," I told him, and I kissed him again.

Dan smiled and touched my hair, "Thanks, Baby. We're gonna have to call Charles again, aren't we?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I agreed,

The rest of Sunday was uneventful. As rare as it was for both of us to get our fill of sex at the same time, that weekend we had.

We slept naked as was our custom, and Monday morning Dan was up first getting showered and ready for work. I threw on a light bathrobe and went to the kitchen to make coffee. After a quick breakfast of coffee and rolls, I gave Dan a hug and a kiss and grabbed his cock cage through his gaberdine pants. Then I watched him drive off to work.

I shed my bathrobe and got a shower. I had errands to run, so I dried my hair and did my face. Then, what to wear? Usually, I headed out in slacks and sweatshirt, or just sweats--kind of frumpy. But today I wanted something cute. I picked out a blue dress, knee-length, open in back and comfortable. It was good braless. I slipped on a beige thong, then the dress. I straightened it around me in front of the mirror and got on sandals, the ones from Capri I wore on our date with Charles. I checked in my purse for my billfold and bank cards and headed out the door. As I was leaving, I remembered Saturday's daring exhilaration with Charles and Dan. Going 'commando' as I've heard it described was something I had never done, believe it or not. I liked it, and I decided to go again. I slipped the thong off and hung it on the inside doorknob as a little teaser for Dan in case he came home ahead of me, then I was on my way, once again with nothing but air between me and the rest of the world.

First stop was the bank. I pulled in and spotted a space near the door next to the handicap spaces. Then I had a different idea. I drove to a space in the corner facing a high hedge along the edge of the parking lot. I parked in front of it and walked in front of the car with my cell phone. I sat on the hood, and it felt warm on my ass. The bushes pretty much hid me from view. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then I lifted the back of my dress out of the way and sat my naked ass just above the BMW logo, straddling it. When I lifted the front of my dress, I had a clear shot of my vagina with the blue and white logo right beneath it. I took a couple quick close-ups then brushed my dress back down around me, glancing around again to make sure no one saw me. No one did. On my way into the bank, I stopped to text Dan NSFW!! and a red heart. My next message had a photo of my naked pussy sitting on our Beemer.

There were two tellers working that day, and the lines weren't very long. One was helping a young kid with a box of loose change, some coins in rolls and some not. Next in line was a man who looked to be a building contractor of some type. He looked like he had somewhere else to be and was trying to be patient. I opted for the queue at the other window. That teller was helping a young couple with whatever. In line behind them was an elderly gentleman in a tweed jacket, white hair showing under his cap. As I stood waiting my turn, my mind wandered to the idea of what might happen if I were to gently tap this man on the shoulder, and when he turns to see what I want, I hike my dress and flash him my naked bush. What would happen? It might be a nice, unexpected treat for him. Or would it shock him into cardio arrest, with him falling on the floor clutching his chest? There'd be a 9-1-1 call and paramedics, and lots of questions, as I quietly slipped out the door and drove off before they could revive him and ask him what happened. Or what if he didn't revive? What if it killed him? I opted not to try it. As I pondered this, my cell phone dinged. It was Dan sending me a heart and a star-eyed emoji. I texted back "show me yours," and he responded "in a mtg"

The kid at the other window was still counting coins, and the construction guy had left--presumably back to wherever he had to be. Someone else had got in line behind the kid. The couple in front of me finished and left, and the old gentleman stepped up to the window. My phone dinged again. It was a closeup of Dan, pants down, in the bathroom it looked like, his junk in its cage. "LOL," I texted him with two red hearts.

The old man finished his business, and I stepped up to take care of mine. As I headed back to the car, the wind picked up, and a gust blew under my dress threatening to expose me to the world. I held the front down feeling like Marilyn Monroe in that pic on the New York sidewalk. I beeped the car door open, smoothed my dress back down, and got in.

I needed some shoes. There was a shoe store at the mall--the same mall where I bought my outfit with Charles on Saturday, but a different store. I parked outside the same entrance and went in. It felt strangely familiar, so much so that my pussy tightened as I walked in. At least this time I'm not sloppy wet, I thought, and you can't see through my dress. I started to strut a bit with that natural wiggle on one's back porch that comes from feeling hot and sexy.

I went in the shoe store and looked for a salesclerk. A dapper, greying gentleman in a grey suit approached me.

"How can I help you?" he asked.

"I need shoes," I told him.

"Something formal? Casual? What do you have in mind?"

"Oh," I said, "Something nice. To wear on an evening out."

"Excellent," the man said, "We have that. And what size does Madam wear?"

"Typically eight-and-a-half or nine," I answered.

"Please have a seat," he said, "I'm certain we can find something to suit you."

I took a chair directly in front of a wall mirror to wait for him to bring some shoes. I opened my legs and stretched the hem of my dress to get a good view in the mirror of my moist vagina. The sight of it made me smile, and I wanted badly to touch myself. My mind went to Dan. I looked on my cell phone to see his caged cock again, but first I saw my pic of my pussy on the hood of the BMW. It was hot! The salesman returned, and real quick I closed my knees and turned off my cell screen. He brought three shoe boxes that he sat on the floor as he pulled up his little shoe salesman stool to sit in front of me. This was going to be fun, I thought, and I invented a little game. As he reached down for a pair of shoes, I discretely pulled my hem up a couple of inches.

"Let's try on these and see how they feel," he told me, taking a pair out of its box.

I devised rules to my new game: Whenever I could, that is whenever David (that was the name on his name tag) looked away, or it was otherwise safe for me to do so, I would open my knees for a clear view of my bush. And before he faced me again, I would close them in time to deny him a view of anything.

David held out a shiny black right shoe as a signal for me to insert my toe. I put in my toe, and he shoehorned the shoe onto my heel.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Very nice," I answered.

As he reached down for the left shoe, I wiggled my right foot in the shoe as an excuse to spread my legs. I closed them just in time as he turned and held out the matching shoe. I had to move my left leg apart just a bit to push. David remained oblivious. He pushed the left shoe on, and I stood up to look in the mirror.

"What do you think?" he asked, "Are they comfortable?"

"Oh, yes," I told him, and I walked down the aisle to feel how they fit and to look in a taller full-length mirror.

"Very nice!" I told him.

David agreed, "I think so, too. How do they feel?"

"Very comfortable," I said.

"Try another pair?

"Yes," I agreed, and I walked over and sat back down.

I held each foot up for David to take off the shoes. As he reached for the next shoebox, I opened my legs, just for a second or two until he turned back with a tan pump for me to try on. As he turned toward me with a shoe, I raised my right foot for him to slip it on, then I put it on the little ramp of his stool. Mr. David was being such a perfect gentleman that I decided he should have a peek. As he picked up the other shoe, I raised my left foot higher and slightly to the side, watching his gaze to see if he noticed. As he shoe-horned me into the shoe, his eyes wandered ever so discretely up my thigh. He kept his head facing my foot so as not to be obvious. Before I stood to walk to the big mirror, I opened my legs to give him a quick peek. The shoes looked good, and they felt great. On my walk back, it seemed Mr. David was paying special attention to my waist area, maybe wondering if he really saw what he thought he had, or looking for a panty line. When I sat down, David made very clear and pointed eye contact.

"Shall we try another pair?" he asked.

"Sure. What do you have?" I said.

"This one's open-toed, and tan," he told me, pulling a shoe out of its box.

I presented my right toe, and he put the shoe on it. He paid careful attention to the shoe taking care not to let his eyes wander. I pushed my heel in against the stool.

"Ooh, I like this one," I said.

He picked up the other one. Mr. David was still being such a gentlemanin the face of my bare crotch that I decided to relieve him of any lingering doubt as to whether in fact it was naked. As he brought out the other shoe, I put my right foot well out to the side and raised my left foot with the knee high and out enough out to give a fair view. Just to make sure, I straightened the hem of my dress just a tad and for just enough time to let him see, then I smoothed it back around my thighs. David took an unmistakable gander at my pussy then choked and cleared his throat. He fumbled slightly with the shoe but quickly regained his composure and fitted it onto my foot.

I kept a blank face.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Madam?" he said, his voice strained a bit.

"The shoes. How do do they look?"

"Stunning, Madam. Absolutely stunning."

"I agree," I told him, "I'll take these two pair."

"Of course, Madam."

I stood and straightened my dress and walked to the cash register. David gathered the boxes of shoes and met me there.

All business now, he inquired, "Just the two pair?"

"Yes. The black ones and the open toes."

"Very well," he smiled cordially and rang them up.

David handed back my credit card, and I was on my way, smiling as I exited the store imagining Mr. David watching my ass on the way out, having been relieved of any doubt as to what I was not wearing under my blue dress.

I felt all sexy and supercharged walking back through the mall to the car. I loaded my booty from the store and sat my own commando booty in the car and started it.

My mind went to the little café where we met Charles. It's not far, I thought, and I could use a latte right now--or maybe a Chablis. I drove there and parked in front. The same table where Charles and I sat was free, so I took it. The staff seemed to be in no hurry, and neither was I. The weather was nice. While I waited, I let my mind wander. Charles' place was just around the corner. What if he walked up right now and sat down? What would I do? Or what if he and Dan walked up together, grabbed me, and loaded me in the back seat and drove off? Dan driving, and Charles denuding me the back. How would that go? Dan would drive us to a parking garage where they would take turns ravaging me then take me home and dump me naked in the front yard.

The server interrupted my little erotic reverie, "Hi, what can I get you?"

"Oh," I responded, "I guess, um. I guess I'll have a Chablis."

"Chablis," she repeated, and she sat a cocktail napkin in front of me. "I'll be right back."

"Thank you," I responded.

She brought my wine. I sipped it and thought of Dan at work with his junk all locked up. He really was a good sport--and adventurous. I mean, how many husbands would join in a gang bang on their wife? And even get off on it? Hmm, maybe more than I realized. Who could say? Then I thought, what if it were reversed? Would I do it? Hell yeah, I decided. As long as I knew her. Heck, my sis has always told me how lucky I am to have a man like Dan. Dang, would she? Would Dan? Yeah, probably. He's a horn-dog. But a respectful one. I drank some wine and shook those images out of my head. I should be getting home soon, I thought. I don't know if Dan will get out early today.

I texted him, "Hi Babe. When you getting home?"

A soft warm breeze blew. I separated my knees to let it blow on my pussy. It blew again. When I lifted my hem very subtly under the table, it blew in between my legs. It felt nice. Probably time to head home, I thought. As I finished my wine, my phone vibrated.

It was Dan, "Gonna be awhile, Hon. Got to finish this. [sad face] You eat and save me something. I'll be home later [heart, heart]."

This would happen sometimes, but not often. Dan is a homebody. Lots of times, the "boys" will go out for a drink, and as often as not he'll beg off and spend his evening at home. I don't know if it's my good cooking, or the good sex. In fact, Dan is a pretty good cook. And for sure he's a good fuck.

I took out my credit card and flagged the server.

"Another one?" she asked.

"No, thank you. I'm good," I told her.

She brought her little scanner, and I settled up with the house. It was still early, and Dan wouldn't be home until who knows when, so I stayed and enjoyed the balmy afternoon for a bit then started for home. Before heading home, I gave a turn around to block to have a look Charles' place. I parked in front and turned off the motor, just for a bit. I thought I saw some activity through the window behind the curtain. And I thought about that key to unlock Dan's junk. But would I go in without Dan? And unannounced? My God, that would be forward. And without Dan? That would be cheating.