Weekend at the Vineyard Pt. 02

Weekend at the Vineyard

Part 2: The Cellar Room

We could hear her heels before we saw her.

Daphne stepped into our suite at midnight, wrapped in a black silk robe, her hair loose around her shoulders. She did not knock. She did not ask.

"We're ready," she said simply. "Come. Both of you."

We followed her through a side hallway, deeper into the old stone of the estate, until she opened a thick wooden door and led us inside.

The room was warm. Candlelit. Heavy with scent - wine, musk, arousal. Velvet-lined benches and a bed of cushions in the centre. Restraints. Mirrors.

And three men waiting.

Julien stood by the wall, already shirtless, his eyes calm and hungry. I knew that look.

Next to him was Elias - younger, lean, dark-haired with tattoos on his forearms. Sharp jaw. Eager eyes. He watched Natasha like prey.

The third was Dominic - older, broad shoulders, close-cropped salt-and-pepper beard, dressed in all black. He said nothing. Just nodded once at Daphne.

My wife froze at the threshold - then looked at me.

I nodded.

"I'll be watching," I whispered.

Daphne touched her shoulder and whispered back, "No. You will be serving. Just not her."

She turned to me, tugged my shirt and trousers free, released my cock, and tied a velvet band tight around it - not painful, but firm. Denial. Command.

"Tonight, you'll stay hard," she said, lips brushing my ear. "But you will not cum."

She walked Natasha forward, hands on her hips, guiding her to kneel before the three men.

"She's ready," Daphne announced, voice proud. "And she belongs to all of you."

Julien stepped forward, undoing his belt with slow precision.

Elias knelt behind her, already hard, already lined up.

Dominic just rolled up his sleeves and waited--his place would come later.

Daphne sat beside me, legs crossed, eyes never leaving my wife.

"Watch," she said softly. "Watch your beautiful wife open herself completely."

Julien took her face in his hands. "Mouth first."

And Natasha parted her lips.

Julien stood before my wife, cock in hand--thick, heavy, glistening at the tip.

"Open wider," he said softly.

She did.

Her lips parted obediently, and Julien slid himself into her mouth with a low exhale of pleasure. Not rough - just firm. Controlled. Her hands rose to his hips instinctively as he began to fuck her mouth in slow, steady strokes.

Behind her, Elias knelt - his hands already spreading her open, his cock nudging at her soaked entrance.

"She's dripping," he said with a hungry smile. "Already ready for me."

Daphne smiled beside me and whispered, "Of course she is. She loves being used."

I twitched against the velvet band wrapped tight around my cock. It throbbed, painfully hard. Daphne's fingertips brushed down my shaft--featherlight.

But no release.

"She's not yours tonight," she whispered. "She is mine. Theirs. You just get to ache."

Elias pushed into Natasha's pussy from behind with a single, slick stroke, and she moaned around Julien's cock. The sound was muffled - obscene.

Julien did not stop.

He simply slid deeper.

Her throat took him.

Dominic stepped closer now - still calm, still silent. He pressed his hand between Natasha's cheeks, spreading her, exposing her used, glistening asshole.

"She's already had someone in here," he said. "And she's still open."

He spat between her cheeks, then coated two fingers in lube and pressed in--both at once.

Natasha cried out around Julien's cock, her body shaking as Elias fucked her deeper and Dominic's fingers pushed into her ass, stretching her again.

And still--Daphne stroked me, just enough to drive me mad.

"Do you see her?" she whispered. "Stuffed... used... her mouth full, her pussy fucked, her ass stretched wide. All while her husband sits and aches."

I groaned--desperate, dripping.

But she gripped my cock tighter, stopping me.

"Not yet," she whispered. "If you cum before she does, I'll have you locked in a cage by morning."

Natasha moaned louder now - drooling around Julien's cock, grinding back into Elias, her body rocking in rhythm as Dominic began to press in deeper.

Not fingers this time.

His cock. He had pushed her forward into doggy position making Julien drop onto his knees, so her mouth remained on his cock.

Meanwhile Dominic stepped over her rear end and pushed his cock into her arse, making Elias lean back to give him space.

She was lost in it now.

Her body rocked between the men, her sounds raw and broken - mouth filled with cock, pussy clenching around Elias as he fucked her harder, and her ass stretched wide around Dominic's thick, slow thrusts.

Julien gripped her hair tighter, pulling her forward onto his cock with each controlled stroke. Her lips were red, eyes watery, jaw stretched.

"She's not gagging," Daphne whispered beside me. "She wants it too much."

I nodded, barely breathing.

Elias groaned behind her, sweat glistening across his chest as his hips slapped against her ass.

"She's milking me," he growled. "Fuck - she's going to make me cum -"

Daphne leaned closer to me, one hand on my thigh, her nails digging in.

"Listen to that," she whispered. "Your wife's pussy is about to be filled by a stranger while she is stretched and stuffed. And you do not get to touch her."

I moaned helplessly, my cock twitching against the velvet band, desperate and denied.

Dominic thrusted deep into her ass now--slow, forceful, deliberate. His breathing thickened. His hands gripped her hips hard, holding her open, using her like she was made for it.

"She's ready," he growled. "So, fucking tight, but she's ready."

Julien pulled back from her mouth with a wet pop, his cock slick with spit. He gripped it firmly, stroking.

"On her face," he said.

He stepped back from her just as Elias slammed deep and groaned, cock twitching inside my wife's pussy--cumming, filling her, flooding her with heat.

Natasha cried out--and that is when she came.

Her whole body trembled, ass clenching down on Dominic's cock, pussy fluttering around Elias' release as she moaned open-mouthed, tits heaving.

Dominic let out a deep grunt - his thrusts slowed, deepened - then stilled. He came inside her ass, filling her for the second time that day, groaning as her tight body squeezed every drop from him.

Julien stepped close - gripped his cock, aimed - and came across her face in long, hot spurts, streaking her face with white.

Natasha broke free and collapsed into the cushions, shaking, filled, dripping from every hole.

And I sat there - rock hard, leaking, panting - still denied.

Daphne kissed my neck.

"Come now," Daphne said, voice low but firm. "She's made a mess of herself."

Natasha lay in the centre of the room - on her side now, thighs still parted, her body still twitching in slow aftershocks. Her face was streaked with Julien's cum, her pussy leaking Elias' seed, her ass red and slick, still holding the thick load Dominic left inside her.

And she was smiling.

Eyes half-lidded. Blissed out. Radiant.

I moved forward on shaky legs.

My cock still ached - hard, purple, leaking beneath the velvet band. Every step hurt. Every breath made I want to explode.

But this was not my release.

It was hers.

I knelt beside her.

Daphne followed, crouching beside my ear. "Start with her ass," she whispered. "Show them how devoted you are."

I leaned in.

Her cheeks were still spread slightly, the tight rim of her ass red, stretched, and slick with Dominic's cum. It leaked from her slowly - thick, warm, messy.

I opened my mouth and licked.

She gasped, her back arching slightly. I felt it - the salt, the heat, the violation - and licked again, slowly, cleaning around and into her, my tongue soft but steady as I swallowed what he had left.

"You're a good husband," Daphne purred. "Taking every drop."

Next - her pussy.

Her folds were swollen, glistening, overflowing with Elias' release. I licked gently from her inner thigh first - following the trail up - then pressed my mouth to her slit and drank her in.

She moaned.

Her pussy twitched, sensitive and overstimulated, but I did not stop. I licked every drop. I tasted Elias, her, and her own orgasm--all of it--my tongue dipping into her, stroking, cleaning.

I paused only when she whimpered from sensitivity.

Then Daphne gripped my chin and turned my head toward her face.

"Finish."

Her face was still streaked with Julien's cum, glistening in the candlelight. I leaned in, licking across one cheek, slowly trailing my tongue through the thick lines of white. I cleaned her skin like a servant - soft licks, slow kisses - until not a drop remained.

She exhaled softly.

"Thank you," she whispered.

But Daphne was not done.

She grabbed my cock suddenly, stroking it hard once -- twice - almost enough -

She leaned in close, her breath hot against my lips.

"You don't get to cum... until I say she's ready for more."

I was shaking.

Still kneeling.

My mouth glistened with the taste of my wife, her lovers, and my own denial. My cock throbbed - leaking, caged in velvet, unsatisfied after everything I had seen, tasted, given.

And then -

Daphne stepped in front of me.

Silent.

Powerful.

She placed a hand under my chin and tilted my face up. "You were perfect," she whispered. "You did not touch her. You did not finish. You obeyed."

I swallowed.

She smiled.

"I reward good boys."

She knelt.

Unwrapped the velvet band slowly, watching my cock twitch free - angry, red, soaked in precum.

"You want release?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Please..."

She leaned close. "Not from me."

Natasha appeared behind me - naked, glowing, a smile on her lips. She took my face in her hands, kissed me hard, tasting herself on my tongue.

"Let me," she whispered.

Daphne sat back, watching. "You may both kiss me after. But not before."

My wife slid down between my legs; eyes locked on mine. She took my cock in her hand, warm and slick, then opened her mouth and lowered onto me - slow, wet, perfect.

I moaned - loudly.

Daphne pressed behind me, her hands on my shoulders, her lips against my ear.

"Cum for us."

My wife sucked deeper, stroking the base, her tongue flicking under the head.

It hit fast.

Too fast.

I groaned, hips twitching--and exploded in her mouth.

Thick pulses.

Hot.

Long.

She swallowed every drop - did not stop until I was completely empty.

Then she rose, kissed me softly - and both of us turned to Daphne.

Daphne cupped our faces, pulled us both close, and kissed us--deeply.

First my wife.

Then me.

Her taste. My wife's taste. Mine.

It lingered.

We had earned it.