Slipping into Depravity Ch. 15

KAYLEY

I checked my make-up in the rear view mirror as we parked.

"How do I look?" I asked Sam.

"Perfect," he said. "Breathtaking, absolutely gorgeous. Sexy and classy."

"Are you sure?" I asked. This wasn't some bar or nightclub, and I didn't want to look skanky. Holden's was an upscale restaurant, and I wanted to dress for it. I wore a black pencil skirt, just above the knee, with a slit, together with a red silk blouse and a loose black satin vest. Black stilettos, the strappy ones, with lambent earings completed the look. Casual, but high end, classy, sophisticated.

Sam had opted to go with a dress suit, black, with a matching red shirt. I'd just barely talked him out of wearing a tie.

"It is impossible for you," he said, "to be anything less than perfect. You would be gorgeous standing naked dripping covered head to toe in baby oil, standing in one of those little plastic kiddy pools."

"That," I told him, "is oddly specific."

"Is it?" he looked innocent. He shrugged. "Just a random example."

"I see. And how much would one of those little pools cost?"

"You mean a circular pool 59 inches diameter, with 11 inch depth, in a variety of colours, of which blue would really go with your complexion? Thirty two ninety nine."

"I see," I said carefully. "And how much baby oil would be needed?"

"Well," he said, "technically, olive oil would be preferable. But either way, you'd want a a minimum of three to five quarts. For maximum coverage. Plus, you'd want a foam padding for the floor of the pool, and slip ons for your feet to avoid slipping."

He smiled.

"I'll say again," I said, "this feels oddly specific."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replied. "This is just random information commonly known to everyone."

"Uh huh," I said. "Sam... my love. By any chance do you have a fetish that you haven't mentioned to me?"

"Why hundreds!" He said. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh no reason," I said. "You're sure I look okay?"

He took my hand.

"You look gorgeous," he said. "Nervous?"

I looked out the windshield over the parking lot.

"Kind of," I said. "It feels like we're out on a date. I just want to make a good impression. For him, you know? Isn't that fucked up?"

We were going to have a date, the two of us, with a man we'd already had an epic threesome with, who had fingered me in public, fucked me repeatedly in sleazy bar's mens room, and who had played me like I was a guitar. He'd seen me naked.

But somehow, we were both dressing up for the occasion, nervous and desperate to make a good impression.

"We are out on a date," he said. "And yes, it's kind of weird. It's like we're doing it backwards. Normally, you go on a date, and then later on the sex. But I don't know, it feels right. Maybe we want to show him it's not just sex, we like him, we could be serious about him."

"We have a crush?" I suggested.

He laughed, I joined.

"This is silly," he said, he took my hand. "We're overthinking. Let's just relax, go with the flow. And have fun."

I nodded. He always said the right thing.

"Let's go."

We walked into the restaurant, and Sam was just calling up our reservation with the Maitre'd' when Leroy walked in. I gave a happy squeak.

"Hey kids," he grinned at us.

I glanced at Sam, he nodded, I rushed into Leroy's arms, and he kissed me passionately, so I literally melted. He broke the kiss, easing me back at arm's length. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the Maitre'd' watching, reappraising us based on the kiss.

"Look at you," he smiled. "You're gorgeous. Miss me?"

I beamed.

"Totally!"

He spotted Sam, and spread his arms wide.

"Hermanos! Fratela!" he called. "Bring it in, my brother."

I watched them embrace warmly. For a moment, it almost looked like they were about to kiss, and I had a subliminal wet flash that shivered through me. The Maitre'd cleared her throat, and they had to part. We were lead to our table.

Sam had specified a half moon booth, with a deep table, so that we could have a degree of intimacy and privacy as we sat together. Sam's idea, he felt square table would divide us.

As we entered on either side, I sat in the middle, where I could casually put my hands on both their thighs. There was something about being able to do that, that just made me grin madly, I felt like glowing.

Leroy turned out to be relaxed and at home. The Sommelier came with a wine list, and he and Leroy had a long technical conversation that Sam and I only half understood, but ended up with a botttle of exquisite Chablis being brought.

I caught Leroy sneaking a look at us, and knew from his expression that he'd put on a show to impress us. It was like he was eight years old sometimes, but right then, it was so endearing.

We discussed the menu, we discussed food. We ordered, or technically, we let Leroy give the order for us, he had a knack for talking to the waiter. Then we talked, and talked. We laughed, told stories, joked, flirted.

It was a little bit like that Thai restaurant, but that was more feeling each other out. This time, we were all really clicking, like we'd all been together for years. We had this easy luscious chemistry, where I moved smoothly between them.

There was a sexual tension of course, both men at different points had their hands on my thighs. I let mine rove under the tablecloth. We kissed. I tried to talk Leroy and Sam into kissing, well, I dared them. But they were shy and it would have been hard with me in the middle between them.

The funny thing was that while that sexual tension and interest was there, while it was never far away, it was amazing how it was only a part of it all. We enjoyed each other's company, we felt comfortable together.

At one point, Sam reached over and kissed me, and said, "I am so glad we found him."

I laughed with delight, it was the perfect thing to say.

The busboy collected our plates. We went on to desert. The conversation became sexual, filled with double entendres. We hadn't promised a threesome, but... Yeah, that was where it was headed.

Butter me top to bottom, I sang to myself, we're going to make a Kayley sandwich, beef on both sides and me in the middle.

"So," Leroy asked with fake casualness, "have you guys looked at the stuff I sent you?"

"The cuckold stories," Sam said. He shrugged. "Yeah, we took a look."

"Interesting," I said. "We went through it. Very much a lifestyle thing, with its own vocabulary. Hotwives. Cucks. Bulls."

"I prefer Hotty," Leroy said. "Hotwife seems possessive, dehumanizing. It's funny. The terms for male roles - cuck and bull, are very clear. But for women... vixen, hotwife, cuckoldress... it's all over."

"Hmm," I said. "You're right, I hadn't thought about it. But you're right."

I shrugged.

"And you're the bull?" I suggested.

Leroy faked a yawn. "I've played the role," he said, "when the occasion demanded. Played the cuck. Even been the hotty."

How would that work, I wondered. Never mind.

"The prosaic stuff," I continued. "That read like instruction manuals, that was informative. But unengaging. It kind of read a bit like swinging, a stylized version of swinging. Other pieces seemed to deal with the emotional aspect."

"I had trouble getting into some of it," Sam said, "particularly some of the male-written pieces, that dwelled on it, it was, some of it, flirting with humiliation. Some of them were hot. Others, I was just going 'this guy needs a therapist.'"

Leroy nodded.

"Some of what you sent us," I said, "was beautifully written, very sensual, every erotic. Complex and psychological."

"Yeah," Sam said. "Mostly those seemed to be female writers, or female perspective."

"I liked those. They were lyrical, and seemed to dive deep. The female experience seemed a lot more complex emotionally and sexually, like the characters, or the writers were navigating opposite experiences on both sides."

"They worked for you?" Leroy asked.

"Uhm..." I blushed. "I suppose so."

I didn't want to admit to him that I'd gotten off on some of it, either masturbated, or read while Sam was going down on me. Fair was fair, I'd sucked his cock when he'd been enjoying some of it. Some of it, I'd found literary and lyrical and erotically charged, and it had been exciting to read. I'm a sucker for deep psychological porn.

I was sure he'd sent it to get us off, and get us all hot and bothered so we'd jump in. Okay, fair enough.

But also fair enough that I could enjoy really well done porn and not feel the need to do a particular act. Reading hot cuckold lit was one thing, it didn't mean we were going t suddenly adopt the lifestyle.

"Some of it was hot," Sam agreed. "Very hot. But that's why you sent it to us, because it was hot."

"A lot of it," I said, "once you got past the instruction manual stuff... It seemed odd, very role play, very distorted."

Leroy's brows knit.

"Distorted?"

"Not necessarily in a bad way," I said. "But some of it felt really formal or ritualistic, almost doctrinaire, with particular set of rules... No, not rules. Perspectives? I don't know."

I chewed my lip.

"Help me out, Sam?" I said. "Swingers, I guess we've always seen these as free for all. Just two people in a relationship that fuck around outside. But..."

"This stuff seemed to be less swinging, less free for all, and more... relationship oriented. But odd relationships."

"Odd dynamics," I said, grateful to Sam. "Structured, but distorted and uneven. Sort of like Dali or Picasso sex... You see the relationships, the dynamics. But they're twisted."

"Interesting," Leroy said. "I've never heard it that way. But I can see it."

"Yeah," Sam said. "We admit it's hot... But..."

"We looked around a bit ourselves," I told him. "Some of the stuff out there seemed pretty... dark. Toxic."

"A real emphasis on humiliation," Sam said. "Felt like a sort of S&M. Dom, sub, power and control. Borderline abusive really."

Leroy nodded. "That's definitely out there. There are toxic outliers in anything. But I don't think the extreme stuff describes cucking for most people who do it. It's not really about humiliation, it can seem like that, but I think that's superficial... an oversimplification."

I leaned back towards Sam.

"Oh yeah?" I was intrigued. "So why do most people do it?"

"Perhaps you an answer that question yourself," Leroy said. "You've sort of danced around it. What draws you?"

"No fair," Sam said. "We're asking you. Kayley and I, we're just having fun. You're the one that seems to see us this way. You're the one that's pushing."

Leroy held up his hands.

"I'm not pushing," he said. "I apologize if I gave that impre--"

"It's all right," I cut him off.

"Maybe I used the wrong term," Sam corrected himself. "But you seem knowledgable about this. And you seem to keep going there. Explain it to us, what's going on with it? If it's not S&M..."

"Okay," Leroy said. He held up his hand. "I see what you're doing, and that's fair. Let me try to figure out how to begin."

We nodded. He leaned his head back a bit, as if thinking.

"Cucking is really popular these days," Leroy said. "I don't think it's really about the dom/sub thing though. I mean, yeah, that's there. It's right in there. But I think what drives it is really something else."

"What?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Spectators," Leroy said.

"Spectators?" Sam asked. "What do you mean?"

"It's all spectators. Everybody watches. That's our whole civilization. We watch television. We watch movies. We got to stadiums and watch ball games. We go to the theatre and we watch stage plays. We listen to music. We go to concerts and sit and listen to music. We're a society of people, we don't do anything, we just watch and listen, that's how we've all been trained."

"I didn't take you for a culture critic," I said. I poured a bit of chablis from the snifter, not much, just enough to wet my palate.

I glanced at Sam. That sounded sarcastic, but actually, I was impressed. On the one hand, Leroy sometimes felt like a walking erection, a hard cock continually driving towards the next vagina. But he kept showing these new unexpected sides to him. It bowled me over that some charming sleaze I met in a bar would have these insightful observations and reflections. It drew us both to him, all these facets, these unexpected, unanticipated remarkables.

"That extends to sex," Leroy said. "Even sex. We watch porn. Everyone watches porn. You watch porn."

"I've watched porn," I admitted. Honestly, there was so much out there, it was just inevitable. I found my mileage varied. A lot of it just left me cold. But that's the thing with porn, there's so much of it, that something out there will press your buttons.

Sometimes in ways you would rather not admit to. Stranger sex. Nasty sex. Filthy language. Ugly guys. Kinky non-politically correct things. Of course, I'd done some of that with Sam and Leroy, so I guess they had an inkling.

But you know, you don't necessarily want to talk about it.

I realized that I'd made an awkward admission, and hoped he wouldn't ask embarrassing questions.

"So have I," Leroy said. "I like it. It's great. Totally okay with porn. Good porn, whatever that is. But the point is, we're watching all the time, that's what we do."

I smiled. He was invested in making his point, I was off the hook.

"Sam and I, we've done plenty of actual sex," I pointed out. "You've been in some of it."

Sam grinned. "She has a point."

"Sure, there's plenty of doing things out there. People play sports, they play music, games, they engage. But watching is a big part of everyone's life. We're trained into this passive experience, to sit and watch and enjoy. And that can extend to our sex lives."

"Cuckolding?" Sam asked.

"Right."

"So you're saying that cuckolding is really just the desire to watch our partners fuck someone else," Sam demanded. He shrugged thoughtfully.

"Yep."

"That's just voyeurism," I pointed out.

"No," Leroy said, "voyeurism is watching anyone. And exhibitionism is getting off on being watched by anyone. Cucking, is about that special person being watched, or doing the watching. Porn, voyeurism, exhibition, all that is generic."

"But cucking is personal?" Sam asked thoughtfully.

"Sure it is," Leroy said. "Because everything else is generic, it's all brands and branding and marketing and merchandising. You want to watch porn, you can watch ten thousand girls, all stemped out like a cookie cutter. But you'll never meet any of them, you'll never know any of them."

"You can go to the strip club and watch strippers all day long," he said, "but you'll never really know any of the. You'll never have a personal relationship, or anything meaningful. It's all just a generic mask."

"But there's something about the personal," he said. "You watch someone you know play a sport or an instrument, you feel something, it matters."

"Authenticity," Sam and I both said at the same time. For a moment, Leroy looked startled. Then we all laughed.

"Authenticity. That's exactly it. Same with sex," he concluded. "You can watch porn. Or you can watch someone you know, your girlfriend, your boyfriend, someone who matters to you, fuck, and that makes it special. Makes it hot."

"Yeah, okay," Sam said. "But we're just having fun. This whole cuckold lifestyle, just feels icky. It's got like a lot of creepy baggage."

"Yeah," Leroy said. "But you told me about your fun, like before I started tapping Kayley here. You were getting off on watching her flirt in bars."

I squirmed a little uncomfortably. It's one thing to talk in abstract about sexual politics and what drove people. Relating it on a personal level, that's awkward. For Sam and I, it was about having fun, pressing boundaries.

Sometimes you just don't want to overthink things.

"Not the same thing," Sam said. "I wasn't jerking off over it."

"It's not," I said. "We're just playing a game together. It's not really what you're talking about."

"What were you getting out of it?" Leroy asked Sam.

I looked to Sam.

"It was fun," Sam was obviously uncomfortable. "Special. She looked beautiful, charming. She sparkled."

I smiled and put my hand on Sam's.

"Special."

"Yeah."

"Because it was her, because it was her expressing herself, being herself."

"Yeah. It wasn't sex."

"But it was cucking," Leroy insisted. "It wasn't sex, but it was sexy. And you loved seeing this person you knew, that you loved, getting their sexy on. It was about being a spectator, like we all are, but for someone you had a connection to."

Leroy turned to me. Oh no, I was on the hot seat. I was happier just watching Leroy and Sam spar.

"Kayley," he asked, "what was it like for you, flirting with guys. Knowing that Sam was watching."

I knew what he was going for. I didn't really want to give it to him though.

"I didn't mind," I said carefully.

"Is that all. You just didn't mind?"

Oh geez, he wasn't going to let it go. I paused, and thought about it.

"Well," I said. "I like flirting sometimes. But I can be nervous. Having Sam watch... it's hard to explain, I had more confidence. It's like he was my safety net. I wouldn't do it at all if it bothered him. I'd never hurt him."

"Did you enjoy him watching you flirt?" he demanded.

I chewed my lip.

"I.... guess?"

I was blushing. I definitely liked Sam watching me flirt. But was that me showing off, some exhibitionist urge. Or was it that Sam really liked it and I enjoyed pleasing him. Okay, so maybe one of us was definitely voyeuristic, or one of us was definitely exhibitionistic. Or maybe we both had a bit.

But whatever. It was mild, it was just having fun together without all the actual weird baggage. This whole cuckold thing seemed a little much.

It's like this, you're in a schoolyard, you have a ball, you all start playing with it, and everyone has fun. We're just messing around. But then someone shows up, there's a ball-playing manual, there's all these rules and regulations, a full book of them.

Maybe a formal game with rules is good, maybe it's better. But you can't help but pine for when you were just messing about in the schoolyard with a ball.

I suppose what it was, was that what Sam and I were doing, on some level, felt really innocent.

"What about when you fucked in the men's room?"

I sucked air in through my teeth.

"I was so fucking nervous," I said. "It was unbelievable."

"Did you get off on Sam listening."

I thought about it.

"I don't think so," I said carefully. It was actually a decent question, and even if Leroy clearly had his own ideas, there was room here to explore other things.

"I was so nervous," I admitted, "I mean, Sam made it possible. He supported, he was my lifeline, he gave permission and made it safe. That was what was important to me in the moment."

I could tell they were watching me. I looked at the wine glass.

"But when I was with you, or that other guy, I was mainly right there in the moment. It was hard to think of Sam and how he might be feeling when some total stranger has their hands on your ass and are slamming you with a big cock. You know?"

Sam nodded. My hand twisted in his, our fingers entwined. God, I loved him so much.

"You talked a lot though," Leroy pointed out.

"What?" I asked.

"You were really verbal each time," Leroy said. "You talked. Derek, when he was bragging, said you were practically doing colour commentary."

"Yeah," I said. "I guess."

"Why?" Leroy persisted.

"For Sam, I suppose," I said thoughtfully. "To make sure he knew what was going on. Just in case."

"And because he liked it," Leroy said. "You were talking because it turned him on to hear."

"I guess," I said uncomfortably. "That might be part of it."

Or it turned me on to talk about it as it was happening. On reflection, describing it for Sam as it was going on, was something of a turn on for me.

"Leroy," Sam said, coming to my rescue, "you're really reaching here."

"I was paying a lot more attention to the cock in me," Kayley said, "than I thinking about how hard I was making Sam."

Oh shit, that came out so wrong. I squeezed Sam's hand to let him know I didn't mean it that way. An answering pulse reassured me.

"But were you thinking of it at all," Leroy asked. "Were you enjoying the fact that Sam was your audience. Were you enjoying the idea that Sam was enjoying you flirting in bars."

"Some," I replied. "You're really overthinking it though."

I sighed.

"Look," I said. "We were just having fun. That's all."

"No, no," Leroy agreed. "I get that. I totally get that, and having fun is the entire point. I agree with you. I'm not trying to fuck with you. I'm just exploring."

"That's fine," Sam conceded. "I understand the impulse to try to make sense of things."

"Maybe better to go with the flow," I said. "Let things happen naturally. We just want to explore."

"Totally get that," Leroy said. "If I overstepped I apologize."

"No problem," I said. "It's kind of interesting to dissect. I liked what you were saying about culture - how we're all spectators, and about authenticity. It made sense..."

I hesitated.

"It just feels a little odd to apply the analysis to our own sex life," I blushed. "Geez. And you've been a part of that sex life. It's uhhh..."

"Unique circumstance," Sam supplied.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm sorry if we felt evasive. We're just feeling our way..."

"Pun intended?" Leroy gave a slight smile.

I laughed.

"Pun intended," I said.

"It's cool," he said. "I didn't make you uncomfortable?"

"A little," Sam said. "But good uncomfortable. I don't know that it's us."

"Fair enough."

"Maybe it could be," I admitted, shrugging. Mistake, I could tell by the speculative gleam in his eye. "But we'll just learn as we go."

"That's a good plan."

Leroy leaned back, looking at us. A mischievous expression slid over him.

"So what do we do after this?" he asked.

I glanced at Sam, our eyes met, and he nodded. I leaned into him.

"We had been thinking of inviting you back to our place to get naked and sweaty," I said. "If you're up for it."

Leroy grinned.

"Definitely," he said.

"Shall we go?" Sam asked.

"Oh yeah," Leroy said. He paused thoughtfully.

"Let's try a little experiment first," Leroy suggested. "Just to test out this cuckold idea. Are you up for it?"

I felt a little shiver.

"Sure," I said. "As long as it's not anything weird."

"Maybe." Sam was concommittal. My fingers moved against his, reassuring.

"No weird," Leroy said. "I promise. Sexy though. But nothing wild. Nothing you haven't done before. And nothing as wild as I know you've done before."

Sam stared.

"All right," he said finally.

"What have you got in mind?"

"Okay," Leroy said. "Let's start with something simple. Kayley, I want you to slide over here and snuggle up against me."

I stiffened a little. Sam and I exchanged glances. Sam shrugged. Cuurious to see what he had in mind, I nodded, and scooched over to Leroy's side. As I leaned up against him, I felt a little tremble go through me. There was a nervous, excited sensation, in moving from cuddling against Sam to easing up against Leroy, it felt almost like a change of allegiance, or a change of ownership. Leroy draped an arm over me possessively.

"Now she's my girlfriend, Sam," Leroy said, smiling. I stiffened and blushed.

"She's not," Sam said.

"I'm not," I said emphatically. At that moment, I flashed through memories, a kaleidoscope of images flirting in the bar, being on his cock, fastening the necklace at the back of my neck, the make out session in the peep show. I wasn't his girlfriend, but there was a lot more claim on me than I wanted to admit.

"I appreciate that," Leroy conceded.

I was blushing hot. Casually, Leroy's arm over me swept across my breast, a gesture so subtle that only the three of us noted it, and he felt my rigid nipple. Well, no hiding that, I guess. My clit tingled, and I could feel a wet pulse between my legs.

"But anyone who is looking at us right now, they'll think we're together. They're watching us cuddle. You're over there. No one would think she's yours. How does that make you feel, Sam?"

Sam shrugged.

"I don't know. Doesn't really matter, it's just pretend. We all know the truth."

Leroy nodded.

"Okay. How about this:" he glanced down at me. "Take off your panties."

My heart skipped a beat, not in shock, because I knew how aggressive Leroy was. But with genuine excitement, he'd been well behaved, but now he wasn't, and that was thrilling. I looked up at him, wide eyed. He nodded at me.

I looked over at Sam, whose expression was carefully neutral. I searched his face for a sign, but he pretended indifference. He shrugged, leaving it to me.

I stared at him, our eyes locked. The corner of my lips turned up just a little.

This was a game.

I nodded slightly.

Showtime.

Setting my feet firmly, I braced my back against the seat and lifted my hips just an inch or so. Staring straight ahead, I raised my hips and pulled my skirt up to my waist, high enough that she could hook my fingers into my panties and down my thighs, almost to the lip of the seat. Then I let my weight settle and lifted one thigh and then the other, bending forward as I slid the panties over her knees and down my calves. I leaned forward, reaching down to fish the panties, and pulled them over one foot then the other.

"Give them to me," Leroy said, staring at Sam.

I lifted them up in my hand, shoulder height, so that Sam could see them clearly. Hell anyone who looked at our table could see them. Staring at Sam, who remained deadpan, I gave him a wicked little smile, and held them towards Leroy, who took them from me.

Sam's eyes shifted, following the movement of the panties from me to Leroy.

Aha! I thought, got you now. He wasn't as indifferent as he pretended to be.

Very deliberately, without looking at them, Leroy took my panties and placed them squarely and openly on the table, for anyone to see.

Involuntarily, my thighs rubbed together, I could feel tension and excitement. It was like we'd been catapulted into some erotic spaghetti western, where it was all just everyone staring at each other, and these careful gestures, but instead of gunfighters facing off ready to draw, it was panty removal.

I lifted my hips to move my skirt back into place, but Leroy placed a hand on my thigh, not taking his eyes off Sam.

"Don't," he ordered me. "I Iike you better this way."

His attention shifted to Sam. Perhaps it had never shifted away.

"So," Leroy asked. "Hot or not?"

Sam shrugged.

"Hot," he said, his voice carefully flat. "But that's always hot."

"Are you hard?" Leroy asked.

"I'm wet, a little," I offered. Technically, a lot wet. I felt shivery in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to squirm a little, but the tension kept me still.

Leroy leaned forward and placed a hand on my thigh. A small bold of electricity ran through me, but apart from a single small start, I gave no sign. Instead, I simply stared at Sam. His eyes flickered, he could just see the edge of Leroy's hand on me, around the edge of the booth's table..

"I'm touching her, Sam." Leroy deliberately moved his hand up the inside of my thigh. My heart was beating faster. As I watched Sam, I parted my legs slightly to allow Leroy access, knowing that Sam would see. "Right here in the restaurant out in the open. I'm touching her. Does this turn you on?"

"Of course," Sam admitted, his voice just slightly strained. That's when I knew he was hard. "What's the point?"

Leroy nodded.

"You like to watch."

Sam shrugged. He blushed, just slightly, but I caught it. The tiny smile I wore widened.

"All right," Leroy said. "Let's move it up a notch. Sam, I want you to go to the men's room."

"Why?"

I glanced at Leroy, I was curious too. His expression was cunning, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Part of the experiment," Leroy said. "Just go with it."

Sam looked around nervously. "This isn't the bar. We can't get away with that stuff here."

"I know," Leroy said. "We're not going to do that. We're doing something else. Just go to the mens room, sit on the toilet. We'll call you."

Sam seemed to think it over, and then without a word, he stood up and walked off.

"So what are you doing?" I asked when we were alone.

"You and I are going to play a little game," he told me. "If Sam is into cucking, he'll enjoy it. If not, we'll have a little fun and he'll be a little annoyed. What do you say?"

"I'd like to know what we're doing," I insisted.

"We're going to send him a picture or two, and talk dirty to him."

I thought it over.

"What do you want from me?" I said. "If you want me in this game, you have to give me more than that."

"Trust me," he said. "And just go along."

I laughed.

"Uh uh," I said. "I know you, remember."

"All right," he said. "We're not going to do anything, not really. I don't want to get thrown out of the restaurant."

He laughed.

"But Sam won't know that. We're going to phone him, and talk very dirty, and convince him that we're doing a lot, that we're being very bad..."

"How bad?" I asked.

He smirked. Okay, I thought, 'that' bad.

"We'll build up gradually though," Leroy told me. "And we'll stage some pictures to prove it. I want to see how excited we can make him."

I thought it over.

It sounded exciting, but more than that, it sounded fun, fresh, inventive.

"Okay, I'm in."

"Unbutton your blouse, please," Leroy asked.

I looked at him.

"Not all the way," he said. "Just for a picture for Sam, and then you button up right away."

Perhaps impressed by the politeness, I decided to go for it and undid the buttons, all of them. But I carefully kept the blouse close, so no one would notice.

"I don't want to get kicked out for flashing," I told him.

"We won't. We're going to be careful. Trust me. Take out your phone, call Sam."

I pulled it from my purse and called.

"Hey Sweetie," I said, when Sam picked up.

"Hi."

Leroy took the phone.

"Hey Sam," he said. "Kayley and are are just fooling around a little. Are you sitting down on the toilet."

"Yes."

"Pants down?"

There was a sigh.

"Give me a second."

Leroy pulled me close, and held up the phone for a selfie. The two of us leaned in together, our faces side by side. My lips pursed for the camera, as if blowing him a kiss. My blouse hung open just slightly, nothing naughty was visible, but... He sent the pic.

"Cute," Sam said sarcastically. "You make a nice couple."

"Notice anything."

"Her blouse is unbuttoned."

"Very good. Kayley will take the next one."

Leroy handed the phone to me. As I held the phone up, Leroy leaned in slipping his hand in my blouse and cupping a breast. The hand was hidden under the blouse, butit was clear from the stretch of fabric where the hand was. I was a little nervous, if anyone looked directly at us, they'd see. I hoped this was as far as he went, or we really would get thrown out.

I hit send.

"Nice," Sam replied.

"A little more," Leroy suggested. In my blouse, his hand pulled my breast from my bra, folding the cup and pushing it down. He pushed with his wrist, moving the fabric aside, for a moment, exposing a bared breast and hard nipple. "Now!"

I took the picture, hoping that the way I held the phone would shield us a little from onlookers.

The exposure left me momentarily breathing hard, as he tucked my breast back into place. Hastily I did a few buttons. That was a little too much. I narrowed my eyes at Leroy and mouthed. 'Don't do that again.' He mouthed back 'It's all right.'

The picture went.

"Are you hard, Sam?" Leroy asked.

He pursed his lips, touching them. I nodded, understanding the gesture, and turned towards him. Leroy took the phone from me, and this time took a picture of the two pressed together, our lips meeting in a kiss.

"Are you hard, Sam?" Leroy asked again.

"Not so much."

"All right Sam," Leroy said. "I want you to send us a picture of your dick right now."

My eyes widened. Talk about going up a level.

"I don't think so," Sam replied.

Leroy looked to me. Okay, I thought, let's see where this goes.

"Oh come on, Sam," I wheedled, putting on a girlish flirty voice. "Just do it. Do it for me. For meeeeeee."

A sigh.

"All right," he said.

A moment later, a picture appeared, of Sam's fully erect penis, swollen and rigid between his thighs. He was definitely excited.

Leroy showed it to me. I nodded.

"That looks really hard, Sam," I said. "Like really, really hard. Throbbing hard."

"Yeah."

"Was it the kiss?" I asked, curious. "Or the nipple."

"Both, I guess," he said carefully. Sam was still playing it close to the vest. He was so guarded, it made me want to dig in, just burrow under that careful facade to reach his real feelings. He was turned on, and didn't want to admit it. I needed him to admit it.

Leroy and I exchanged looks. I nodded. Time to turn up the heat.

He held up the smart phone, pulling me towards him. This time, when we kissed, it was passionate, open mouth, lips pressing hard. I closed my eyes, moving my head, trusting him to get the pictures. The kiss lasted only an instant, just long enough for some pictures. I moved back. Leroy grinned and gave thumbs up, showing me our clinch.

"Ahh," he whispered into the phone. He held it towards me, sending a picture. I giggled, and then finished with a tiny little moan.

The next four pictures, showed passion and intensity. Our tongues mingling. He sent them carefully, one at a time, as we supplied sigh and moans, while grinning madly.

"Oh," I giggled, "oh Leroy."

He gave a thumbs up, and I couldn't help myself. I clapped my hand over my mouth to avoid laughing out loud.

What about continuity, I thought suddenly. My blouse had been unbuttoned. Now I had a couple done. Would Sam notice? I undid them again, leaving a single button holding. I pulled Leroy's hand toward me, under and into my blouse, against my side, under my ribs. Leroy held up the phone, angling for the shot.

We traded the phone back and forth, alternating touching each other carefully. I held the phone, snapping pictures as Leroy laid his hand on my breast over my blouse, and on my cheek. I handed it back. Boldly, while Leroy held the phone, I reached straight down across Leroy's body, as if reaching for his crotch.

"Okay," Leroy told me, switching the phone to silent, glancing around, "if we do much more, we'll attract attention."

I nodded. We'd been quick, discrete and careful. The booth hid some of us, but really, we were out in the open. There was a fine line between a couple in love taking a few selfies and a make out session. We'd been very careful to keep each clinch brief.

The pictures went, one by one, with little gasps and sighs.

"I hope you're enjoying, Sam," Leroy said.

"Because we are," I put in. I sounded a little breathless, and hoped it came across as deep arousal, as opposed to delicious naughty fun.

"The next one will be a little different," he said. He looked at me, and made a lifting motion with one hand. The message was clear: Go up a level. I grinned, my eyes flashing.

Leroy tapped my thighs and handed me the phone. He leaned back, giving me space, as much for me, as to allay the suspicion of potential watchers. He carefully looked down towards my waist.

I nodded silently and spread my legs, hiking up my skirt and lifting my knees for a moment. Leroy reached forward casually, his fingers beside my pubic mound, brushing just beside my pussy lips. I dipped the phone below and took a quick picture.

Leroy took his hand away quickly, leaning back. I let my thighs rest, crossed my legs, and held up the phone. The picture wasn't very good, but it was clear what it depicted. I handed the phone over to him to look at. Leroy sent it without any hesitation, shocking me a little.

"You know what I'm doing with her right now?" Leroy asked.

"I can see."

"I'm fingering her right now," Leroy said. "Right at the table, in the middle of the restaurant. She's got her legs spread for me, and I'm fingering her."

I was taking a sip of wine, when Leroy said that I quickly put the glass down and had to hold my fingers over the mouths to suppress a giggle. Leroy held the phone close to me. I swallowed quickly.

"He's doing it, Sam!" I breathed huskily, pinching my palm so as to avoid giving it away. "He's got his fingers down there, and he's touching me. I can't believe how bold he is. The waiter walked right by."

"She's so wet, Sam," Leroy said. "It's unbelievable. My fingers slide right in. I have two fingers in her right now. She's just dripping."

He held the phone closer to me, and I took it. I moaned deeply into the phone.

"Oh my god, Sam! What he's doing to me. I can feel his palm against my mound, and he slides his fingers in so deep. He's right, I am just so fucking wet. It's soaked down there. He's just playing with my clit..."

I scrolled back a little in photos, found a kissing shot we hadn't used. I sent that.

"Every time I feel like I'm going to make noise, he kisses me. My nipples are so hard. He pinches them when no one is looking. God, Sam, we're right in the open, and no one notices yet. I'm so hot."

Leroy had unzipped his pants. That was a little much. It was still under the table, but the hand pushed the table cloth away, giving me a clear view. I shook my head - no. He looked down and nodded - yes. I rolled my eyes, he was taking way too much risk.

I nodded back, holding up a finger, to pause. I made a gesture to try to get him to pull the table cloth to cover him.

"Are you hard Sam?" I whispered urgently. "Tell me you're hard, hearing what he's doing to me. Tell me how hard you are, knowing what I'm letting him do."

"Yes," Sam's voice came, his lust clear, "I'm hard."

Victory! I could tell, he was so into it. Then suddenly, I thought about him listening in as I had sex with strangers in a mens room. He must have felt this then too. I paused thoughtfully.

Leroy tapped me with a finger, encouraging me to go on.

"Are you stroking it?" I asked. "Tell me you're stroking it. I want to know you're rubbing your big hard cock!"

"Yes," Sam's voice was almost strangled.

Leroy pushed the tablecloth back, exposing the open fly in his pants. Jesus, that was reckless. I glanced around nervously. No one watching. All right, do it quickly, and maybe he'll smarten up.

I handed the phone to Leroy, who held it close to me. I reached into his trousers, deep enough to bury my hand in the folds of fabric. Briefly, I felt his cock through his boxers, felt it swell at her casual touch.

Someone from a far table seemed to look in our direction, so I withdrew quickly. But Leroy had already captured his shot.

I was really was wet. Now that I fully understood the game and was getting into it, it was exciting. I squirmed in the booth, my skirt having ridden up my hips, or perhaps I'd never lowered it down. My bare thighs and pussy ground against the fabric.

One hand below the level of the table, I pointed and waggled, mouthing a 'No more.'

This was wildly fun. Getting thrown out wouldn't be fun.

Leroy nodded and zipped up.

"Ohhh," he faked a moan. "She's fucking fearless, Sam. I can't tell you what she's doing, right out in the open."

"I need to tell you something, Sam," I whispered, breathily.

"What?"

"I'm being bad!"

"I know!"

I could tell Sam was masturbating intensely, his breathing was syncopated, his voice was tight, and when he spoke, even a few words, I could hear the rhythmic tension of his body as he jerked. I had played with his cock so many times, I could literally close my eyes and see it now, as he stroked it.

"No, I'm being really bad, Sam!" I added a penitent and confessional tone.

Leroy grunted.

She paused.

"I'm touching him too."

Leroy finally sent the picture of my hand in his fly.

"Her hand is on my cock, Sam," Leroy said.

"It is," Kadie agreed. "I'm playing with it. He's just as hard as you are. I have it out, under the tableloth. But geez, I hope we don't get thrown out."

I gave a little giggle.

"His cock is in my hand, under the tablecloth. It's out. I reached down and unzipped him, and took it right out. It's so fucking big, Sam."

"She's telling the truth," Leroy confirmed. "She used one hand. We're kissing, Sam, and she's turned towards me so I can reach between her legs. Fuck, Sam, she's just so unbelievably wet. And she's jerking me off."

"Oh Sam," I said, "Do you like it? Do you like what I'm doing?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"I'm glad you're getting off," I whispered. "It makes it so much better knowing you are listening, just like the other times."

Under the table, between us, he made a jerking motion with his hand, and looked at me. Masturbation? His mouth opened and he brought a thumb towards it. Oh, right, a blow job. That's where he was going. I nodded to show that I understood.

I pulled the phone towards me.

"Should I go all the way, Sam?" I asked. "Do you want me to go all the way."

"What?" Sam asked, his voice was choked, I could hear how tight his diaphragm sounded, he was jerking off hard, masturbating intensely. My words provoked him, and that excited me. "What do you mean?"

I waved at Leroy, leaned back and fanned myself. 'You're on your own,' I mouthed, and shook my head. I made a 'wave away' geture. Then I picked up her glass of wine and drained it, nodding. Folding one arm over my breasts, I looked at him and nodded, mouthing 'go on.'

"I'm not fingering her any more," Leroy took over. "Do you know what she did, Sam? She just went under the table. She slid right down. I don't think anyone noticed. I'm pretty sure no one did. I'm looking... She's under the table, Sam."

"Holy shit!" Sam grunted, followed by a fast, urgent "My god!"

"I can feel her under the table. Her hand, she's got her hand around my cock, and she's trying to get between my knees.... There! Okay! Hold on Kayley. Just let me move.... There."

He shifted in his seat, lifting, parting his legs. His knee brushed mine as his hips moved forward. I had to smile, method acting. Or maybe he was just a ham.

"Both hands now, Sam," Leroy said. "She's masturbating me under the table, she's using the little butter pats from the bread basket I think."

I almost choked. Goddamn, but he was good at this.

"Fuck, Sam, she just took me in her mouth," Leroy's whisper was the perfect note of strangled urgency. "My cock head is in her mouth, she's playing with my balls. Jesus Christ, this girl, Sam, she's amazing."

He took a deep breath.

"She's... She's..." Leroy's voice oozed surprise and astonishment, "she's sucking my cock right here under the table!"

He gave a deep moan.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Sam was chanting. We could hear him frantically working himself.

"Hold on, the waiter is coming," Leroy switched the phone to silent.

"How am I doing?" he asked me.

"Call the Academy," I said, "they've got an Oscar waiting for you. You've just about got me convinced I'm doing it."

I paused.

"You know, fifty fifty he beats the shit out of you for this. But..."

I took his wrist, took the phone off silent, and made wet mouth noises punctuated by heavy breaths. I leaned back, smirking. That should add a little authenticity.

"She's incredible," Leroy said. "She wont' stop. Her mouth, her mouth is so tight and wet...."

"Oh fuck!" came through the phone, Sam almost squealed, holding back his deep moan, as he ejaculated. Leroy and I looked at each other, I wanted to high five him, but instead I just grinned.

"He came," Leroy said softly, as if not speaking into the phone. He handed it back to me.

She held the phone in front of her and sucked in a theatrically deep ragged breath. And then a lighter one.

"Did you come, Sam?" I asked sweetly, making sure to sound a little out of breath. I held one hand up beside the phone to make it try and sound muffled, as if I was under.

"Where are you?"

"Under the table," I whispered, "Leroy handed the phone down. I can't move very much, it's really awkward. And dark. It's really tight. His cock is on the other side of my face. Did you come?"

"Uh yeah." He sounded disoriented, almost confused. I knew it must have been a really hard come, those always left him a little unstrung.

"Show me," I said. "Send me a picture."

"Okay,"

We waited almost a minute. When the picture came, it was Sam's cock, in his hand, the hand covered with strands of semen, the whole cock oozing and slick, the image of the wet, raw, pink penis filling the screen.

"Good boy," I said. "I'm so glad we turned you on so much. Come back to us, when you're cleaned up."

"Okay."

I broke the connection.

I looked blankly at Leroy.

"You realize," I said, "he'll probably beat you to a pulp for what he thinks we just did."

"Do you really think so?"

I shrugged.

"Honestly," I said, "I don't know how he'll react. But I can imagine him being upset."

He thought about it.

"Worth it," he said. I had to smile. "Come on, you had fun. Worth it?"

I grinned, relaxing back and sucking air through my teeth. "I really hope so. If he takes it well."

"We'll convince him."

"Unless he beats you to a pulp for fooling him like that."

"Really?" Leroy said. "He didn't strike me as violent."

"Oh he isn't," I said, "I'm just fucking with you. I don't know how he'll react. That was nuts, what we just did. Fun, but nuts."

Leroy grinned.

"I'm a lot of fun."

I eyed him speculatively.

"Yes," I said, "I think you are. Fuck, I'm really wet."

"I'm really hard."

"I felt it."

"Want to make out?" he offered. "I bet I could finger you till you came."

"In the middle of a fucking restaurant? Are you crazy."

We both laughed.

"Even faking it," I said, "there was a lot of sexual energy going back and forth between the three of us."

He nodded.

"Real sex," he pointed at his head, "is always up here."

"Fun, but nuts," I confirmed. "He'll be out in a few minutes. I'm going to be very interested to see how you talk your way out of this one."

"How we talk our way."

I shrugged, leaning up against him. He put his arm around me, the gesture more affectionate than sexual.

"Uh uh," I said and stuck my tongue out. "You're on your own. This was your idea."

"He could blame you as well."

"Meh," I replied. "I'll just do a lot of blow jobs to make up for it."

As predicted, a moment later, Sam came out, and sat down at the table.

"Nothing happened?" he said.

Leroy leaning back, with his arm draped over me, nodded.

"I looked at the table cloth, coming back," he said. "There's no way. Her feet would have stuck out."

Kadie moved away from Leroy, to a more neutral position between them.

"You tricked me," Sam said.

"Are you mad?" I asked. Now that the game was over, I felt a little nervous.

"Sorry to disappoint you, man," Leroy said. "I was not getting a blow job under the table. I mean, the tablecloth covers. But it doesn't cover enough."

"And he was not fingering me," I said primly. As I said it, I was acutely conscious of the number of times I'd had his cock in my pussy and mouth, his hands all over me, the times he had fingered me. But it just seemed important to say he hadn't fingered me just now.

"I was unzipped," Leroy said. "But only for a moment, long enough for the picture."

"Same thing with my blouse," Kayle said. "It was just for the picture. Buttoned right up after."

"Nothing actually happened," Leroy said. "It was all in your mind. But the idea of it. The idea of me using your girl, it was enough to make you blow your load in the bathroom. Just thinking about it."

Leroy leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table.

"Generally," Leroy said, "I think any time someone comes, someone has an orgasm, that's just a good thing. I didn't do this to trick or humiliate you, man. We told you a story, we gave you a scenario in your head, a few details and you did all the rest. This was for you. This was... to make a point."

"And the point was?"

I couldn't tell whether Sam was mad or not. I edged towards Sam, he didn't reject me. I edged closer.

"Spectator, bud," Leroy said. "You were a spectator, and you loved it. This was just like me fucking Kadie in the bathroom, and you listening in. Except this time, the tables were turned. Instead of being trapped out in the open, we made sure you were someplace private where you could let yourself enjoy."

"We did it for you, It was your turn. "Leroy paused thoughtfully. "In a way, this was fair. This time, we couldn't do anything and you were the one getting pleasure. Reversal. Kind of karmic balancing when you think about it."

"That's really big of you," Sam said.

"You're welcome."

"Oh bullshit," Sam said, but he said it lightly, almost laughing. "You were making a point."

Sam sighed. "So make your point."

"The point is, Sam," Leroy said, "you're a cuck. You feel the word is negative, but it's not. That's not a bad thing. It's not everything in you, it's not all you are. But it's there. You like to stand back and watch, sometimes. And it's hot when it's someone important to you that you're watching."

"It feels..." Sam said doubtfully.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," Leroy said. "If you enjoy it, if you enjoyed it, that's what matters."

Sam nodded, thinking about it.

"You guys were very convincing," he said finally, but I could tell he was just saying that to cover, while thinking it over. "Almost too convincing."

"My fault," Leroy said. "My idea. Kayley didn't have anything to do with this, I just sort of got her to go along. I didn't mean harm. She absolutely didn't mean harm, she loves you."

Sam looked at me.

"I don't know," I said. "It just felt like a game, it started up and I got caught up in it. But we didn't intend to hurt you. If I did, I'm sorry."

"It's all right, babe," he reassured me. We kissed, first reassuringly, then tenderly.

Sam sighed.

"All right," he muttered. "I'm a cuck. Or at least, I get off on it. Happy?"

He nodded at me, and I snuggled up against him. He draped an arm around me.

"Are we good?" I asked.

"We're always good," he assured me.

He stared at Leroy.

"All right," he said finally. "It was hot. Yes, I liked listening to Kadie having sex, or thinking she was having sex, or fooling around. I suppose you're right. You win."

"It's not about winning, Sam," Leroy said.

"Sweetie," I looked up at Sam, as I leaned back against him.

"Hmm?"

I was genuinely curious. He had definitely sounded unstrung, which told me it had been intense. I wanted to know.

"When you blew? How strong was it. Scale of one to ten."

Sam blushed.

"It was... it felt... intense."

"How intense."

Sam looked around.

"Nine," he whispered quietly, his face red.

"Wow!" I said. "Good one."

"It felt like I blew a hole in the stall door, it was so hard. I think some of my come actually hit it."

"Good for you!" I straightened up and kissed him. Sam's orgasms always made me happy. He half grinned, and looked away.

"All right," Sam sighed, "so you made your point. I've got a little cuck in me. So now what?"

"You're into this cuck thing," Leroy said. "You love the idea of your girl being sexy with another man, and you watching... or listening... being the spectator. It's cool. It's all right. There's no judgment. It's just... fun."

"Okay," Sam said. "Suppose I am into it?"

Sam and I both knew what this whole thing had been about. It wasn't just proving a point. But we wanted Leroy to come out and say it. If this is what he was up for, then say it.

"Then let's have some fun with it," Leroy said. "Let's play with it. Nothing crazy, nothing nasty. Just have fun. I play with your girl, you watch. We play together. Everything is open and honest, no bad head trips."

"Yeah," I said. "That sounds like fun, kind of. But it's not really us. A fling is one thing. I don't think we're up for a lifestyle."

Leroy looked suprised.

"Who said anything about a lifestyle?" Leroy said. "I mean sure, there are people who make it a lifestyle, a long term thing. But those are the exceptions."

"What are we talking about then?" Sam asked.

"A session," Leroy said. "A game. Think of it as a role play - as theatre. We take on roles, we take on identities, and there's truth in them. These things are us, they're part of us, they're in us. But they aren't all of us."

"Sex theatre?" I said.

"Yes," Leroy said. "And no. It's about exploring ourselves, an aspect of ourselves, embracing it, coming to terms with it. In the end, it's about knowing ourselves fully. Self-realization. We explore, discover, and then go back to regular life."

"You make it sound intriguing," Sam said. I glanced at him, and as I moved, I let my hand drift down to his pants. The move gained his attention, and we looked at each other. "So I know myself through you fucking my girl?"

Leroy laughed.

"Ouch! Sounds crazy. But think about it, Sam," Leroy said. "You keep brushing up against it, the both of you. Sort of tapping around the edges. Why not go full on? Why not face it, deal with it directly."

Because bumbling around and exploring was more fun, I thought. What was this male need always to drive to the heart of things? Was it a factor of having a penis?

Sam smiled.

"So we just do it - a cuckold session, explore it directly, as one time thing. Play the role, to see what it's like," he said thoughtfully. "That's kind of..."

"When you think about it," Leroy said casually. "You're the only one who's gotten off tonight. Kayley and I are fucking horny as hell. So why don't we go back to your place, and I'll fuck the living shit out of your girlfriend in front of you, on a real bed, with real privacy, while you watch and enjoy?"

Sam paused, and looked down at the me cuddled under his arm.

"What do you think, Kayley?" He was definitely intrigued, I could tell. This was something he'd faced tonight, and felt like exploring.

But was he unsure? Was he leaving it with me, because he couldn't decide? Or was he asking my permission and participation in something he wanted. I snuggled up against him, trying to read him. I wished we had some time alone to talk about it.

I looked up at him, eyes shining. If it came down to how I felt... Our little game had given me a sexual charges, and right at that moment, I wanted two men to help me burn it off. This had been fun, I was willing to see abut the three of us taking it further.

Why not?

"It sounds kind of wild. Sounds like fun."

"All right," Sam said carefully. "Let's go with it. But we quit when we feel like it. It's a session. A role play. That's all."

"Perfect," Leroy agreed. "Now let's go back to your place, so I can fuck your girl in front of you."

"Ooh," I lifted up and kissed Sam on the cheek. "You're going to get cuckolded! You're going to be my little cuck!"

Sam chuckled ruefully.

"I can hardly wait."