Karen Chapter 17: Threesome

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This entry is part 17 of 18 in the series Karen

Mona was sweet. She explained that even though the place opened early, most of the clients arrived closer to 10 or 11 pm.

“We usually have a good crowd of attractive clients like you and not so many old ones like me or my husband”.

Karen put her hand on her forearm.

“Don’t sell yourself short. You are still very attractive.”

She laughed. “Ah, the flattery of youth! Make yourself comfortable. May I suggest waiting at the bar? You’ll easily see all newcomers.”

“Good suggestions”, Karen replied.

“Remember, condoms are required for all sexual relations, even between married couples and no means no, and without a formal yes, that’s still no. Don’t feel pressured to do anything or be afraid to set your limits. Everyone is here to have fun. We officially close at dawn but usually, the last people leave well in advance.”

We thanked her and Karen pulled me toward the front where the bar waited for us.

“Bummer, I thought people would come earlier”.

I tried to reassure her: “Don’t worry about it, we can wait…”

“You can, but I don’t know if I can. I want to get laid so much that I am considering unlocking you and fucking you right here on the bar counter, condom or not.”

My heart was suddenly filled with joy and excitement. “Why don’t you?”, I asked, hoping that I would now get the chance for an erection!

“You know, you are right! It’s my fantasy, not yours. If I want to have you come, it’s my decision.”

“Yes, it is!”. I was so close…

“Ok, help me remove my dress so I can access the key.”.

She began pulling the bottom of the dress, revealing she was entirely nude under it. She carefully put it on the bar and sat on the leather bench.

I looked, and she was indeed entirely nude: she didn’t have her chain around her waist. My face must have shown my deception.

“Oh, poor little chasty thought his time had come!”. She laughed.

“Did you think I would bring the key here? I couldn’t risk the temptation. It’s safely at home. You are NOT getting off that easily. Don’t look so disappointed. You are having a ton of fun, don’t deny it. No smile? Well, we can always go home…I’ll unlock you, pack my bag and find some other guy to keep in chastity.”

“No, no… mistress. Please. I am disappointed but I am happy with you.”

“Ah, that’s more like it.”.

She motioned me to sit on the bench and jumped on my thighs.

Pressing her body on mine, she began kissing me deeply and grabbed my hands to put them on her breasts.

Pete chose that moment to come take a look and Karen saw him smile.

“Like what you see?”

“I do, you are stunning.”

“Are you and Mona swingers too?”, Karen asked, still perched on me.

“Yes, but not during our business hours, we are working. Some of our friends stay at the end and we can have some fun”

Karen jumped on her feet and approached Pete. “Maybe one day we’ll be friends”. She then moved forward and kissed him on the cheek.

I think both Pete and I blushed. Bricklayer was a brute, but he was built like a construction worker. Pete was, well, old, fat and small.

Karen joined me and grabbed her dress. She put it back on.

“Other clients will start coming, I wouldn’t want to give too strong of a first impression…”

I could get it. I was frustrated as hell, but I could get it. Was she as nervous as I was? She seemed confident, but projecting courage and being really confident are two different things.

“Not too tight is that little cage of yours?”, she asked, breaking my thoughts.

I thought about it. My body was fighting less and less against it.

“I think I am starting to get used to it. I struggle less against it”

“Oh, poor little chasty”, she replied with a grin. “Getting used to not having erections. You know you’ll be the only guy not having sex here tonight, right? You’ll see many couples having had it and be the only one with blue balls. I don’t know how that makes you feel, but it makes me so horny!”.

She began caressing her breasts. She was good… God, she was good. The teasing was exquisite. I could begin to understand why guys like this.

It didn’t take long for another couple to arrive. They were about our age and rather attractive.

They sat at the bar, with Haily sitting next to Karen and her husband Olsen by her side.

Haily was a blonde of perhaps 5 foot 6, who wore high heels over her bare feet (and legs). She had a very short black skirt which was sculpting her bottom, revealing a quite attractive ass. Her black blouse, on the other hand, had 4 buttons untied which revealed and amble bosom.

Olsen was a good 6 foot 2 wore a nice pair of khakis and a polo shirt. He wore spotless leather shoes. He had a cleanly cut beard which was the same light brown as his hair.

We made a little chit chat, but soon enough, Karen asked a personal question: “Haily, are you, like me, no wearing any underwear?”

“Why yes! I see we have the same taste. It excites Olsen when I do so.”

“Same with my husband! He also loves to see me have sex with other people. Don’t you?”

She turned over and looked at me in the eyes, with a serious look.

“Absolutely.”

Olsen and Haily looked at each other and smiled.

“Are you suggesting a threesome?”, Haily said.

Karen feigned ignorance and placed her hand on her chest.

“Me, no, it wouldn’t be proper”, she laughed. “But now that the subject is out, I wouldn’t say no to some action with you two. I am bisexual and open to almost anything.”

Haily confirmed they were interested suggested they move to one of the bedrooms.

The girls led in and Olsen took me apart. “Are you sure you only want to watch? I mean, once the girls are done, we can swap if you want…”

Damn, without the stupid metal thing, I could have had sex with Haily!!

I reassured him that she could do whatever Karen asked of him.

“Sweet! Your wife is hot!”, he said. I returned the compliment and he gave me a pat on the back. “How lucky are we!!!”

When we arrived in the bedroom, Karen was already nude, sitting on one of the beds and she was helping Haily who was standing in front her unbutton her blouse. Haily’s skirt and shoes were discarded on the floor randomly, as were Karen’s shoes.

It didn’t take long for the blouse to drop by the bed and the girls to entwine each other on the mattress.

Holding each other and caressing their bodies, they frequently kissed on the mouth or each other’s skin in a passionate ballet of feminity.

My metal prison did begin to hurt: I had never seen Karen with a woman before and I couldn’t control my body’s reaction.

I took my eyes away from the scene and gathered the women’s clothes into two clean piles.

Occasionally, I took a look at their progress: Karen was now kneeling in front of Haily’s pussy and was performing oral sex on her.

“What are you waiting for Olsen?”, she said to her husband, half out of breath.

He confirmed with me and began undressing. The lucky guy was already sporting, I must admit, an impressive erection. He unrolled a condom and approached the bed.

“Karen, is it ok if?”. but he didn’t finish: she lifted her head from his wife’s private and just pleaded him to go “God, please, yes!”.

He looked at me one last time and I nodded.

Karen shifted position slightly to extend her legs and lift her ass upwards. With her arm, she gestured Olsen to go behind her.

He kneeled behind Karen and gently used his right hand to glide inside of my wife.

This was the third time, and the second cock to enter her since our anniversary and I was beginning to fear that a procession of other cocks would parade into her before I could get the chance to do it myself.

And yet, my cock was pushing against its prison with some pain and my heartbeat was clearly telling me that I was enjoying this.

Haily began caressing herself to help Karen who was starting to be distracted by Olsen.

I approached and sat on the bed, near Karen. She saw me and extended her right arm and we locked our hands together.

It was an odd moment of tenderness in a room filled with sweat and sexuality.

She broke her oral sex session to pull me in closer and kiss me, pushing her tongue in my mouth. It gave me a strong taste of Haily’s juices but soon enough, Karen returned to her lover.

Haily came first, in a long deep moan, but Katen didn’t stop paying attention to her until it was her time to climax in a loud exclamation that had to be heard in her whole building.

Oslen stopped, gently pushed Karen aside (deeper into the bed, not toward me), and without changing condom, penetrated his wife in the missionary position.

I couldn’t see Karen anymore, but I didn’t dare to move. Instead, I looked at the married couple having what I no longer could enjoy: them enjoying marital sex.

It didn’t take too long for Olsen to ejaculate. He laid by his wife, leaving her in the middle of her two partners.

I locked eyes with Karen who had raised her head to look at me. She seemed satisfied and half dazed. She broke eye contact to kiss Haily, but Olsen mostly stayed there, still with his condom on.

After a few minutes of recuperation, Haily and Olsen thanked us and got dresses. They whispered to each other and I got closer to Karen,

“You know”, said Haily. “We have a card… with our number on it. I’ll leave it on your dress. If you want to call us, we’d like that. If not, that’s ok too.”

Karen replied “That’s a great idea. Expect me to call you real soon”.

Haily, now dressed, put her hand on my arm and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you, your wife is amazing”.

I nodded and they left us alone. Karen sat on the side of the bed, still nude.

“Did you like it, chasty?”

“Very much! It was amazing to look at you.”. She hugged me, crying.

“This was the best sex of my life. I hope you know that. I hope you saw that”, she said over my shoulder.

I didn’t, but the confession kind of hurt. I expected her to say something like “It’s because you were in chastity”, she had the previous night but she stayed silent, leaving me with my thoughts.

We parted in silence, and I grabbed her dress, making sure to put the phone number in my wallet.

“Why are you giving me back my dress?”

“Aren’t you done?”

“Listen chasty, when a man has sex, he needs to recover, right? And some men need hours. I am not a man. I don’t plan of leaving anytime soon. I have other dicks and pussies to try. The night is young and I plan on having plenty more orgasms in front of you. Now, leave me alone a little and go survey the bar. Come back only when other clients will be here. I plan on masturbating to the thought of seeing Haily and Olsen again. Especially that hard long cock of his.”

I gulped and left her alone. The night would be very long…

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