Chapter 23

Still trying to act normal, I joked to my wife, “Boy, you really know how to sell a root beer float!”

She replied in her smirky way, “Well, I have my secret motivation. My fiendish plan is to get you to enjoy root beer floats while enjoying secret double blowjobs in restaurants so often that any carbonated drink will get you horny, or any ice cream flavor will get you horny. Then, your unstoppable cock monster will get erect at my command, and I’ll be able to conquer the world! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!”

She was really hamming it up. She even threw her head back and lifted both hands in the air in the perfect image of an over the top melodramatic monologuing super villain.

I chuckled. “I don’t quite see how the ‘conquer the world’ part follows, but hey, if it works for you...” I interrupted myself as a new thought came to me. “Hey, what’s with Laura being so into me?! I mean, I barely know her from a hole in the ground.”

Mindy loved that accidental set-up. She couldn’t wait to tell me, “Believe me, once you’ve given her a good, solid nailing in the bathroom here, you’ll know the difference between HER hole and a hole in the ground!”

I put on my usual bad-Mindy-joke-but-I’m-amused-anyway face. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I? But honestly, her attitude doesn’t make any sense to me.”

Mindy leaned forward in her eagerness to explain. “It’s like this. Sue Ellen talks about you constantly to the other waitresses, building you up like you’re some kind of super stud! And then you come in here and act like a superman, confirming everything Sue Ellen ever said about you. So of course they treat you like the superman you are.”

Just then, Cindy and Sue Ellen changed turns again. It took me a few moments to remember that Sue Ellen was sucking from the top now while Cindy licked and stroked the rest. It seemed to me that Cindy’s last turn had gone on longer than the previous ones. I wondered if they timed their turns, and how they timed them if they did. But I decided it would be better if I didn’t know too much of the nitty gritty.

I had to gather my wits again to reply, “But I’m not. And it’s not me doing anything; it’s the women I’m with. For instance, if I were just sitting here with you, that would be nothing special. It’s the two beauties bobbing on their knees beneath me that makes this special, and I had nothing to do with that. Sure, I love it, but that was YOUR idea all the way.”

Mindy waved off my protestations as if they were mere trifles unworthy of consideration. “Yeah, but still, it’s happening to YOU. You think the waitresses care whose idea it was? It’s super ballsy to come in here and do that. But nobody does that ever. Nobody! Any married couple could do that on a dare, but when have you ever heard of that happening? Besides, nobody else has a harem of slaves willing to lick you under the table in the first place.”

She stopped, and then realized with a grin, “By the way, did you notice how she didn’t even take my order? She obviously recognized me as ‘Dan’s wife Mindy’ and she knew that I knew her, but she hardly even said ‘boo’ to me, except to ask me about you. She was totally focused on you, on serving YOU and you alone. Isn’t that hot?”

“‘Hot?’ I’d call it a lot of things. Possibly ‘rude’ or ‘annoying, ‘ but not ‘hot.’”

Mindy just rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue at me. “That’s why I’m the cucquean and you’re the master. I’d also call it ‘highly symbolic foreshadowing!’” She snickered gleefully.

Somehow, despite two mouths on my boner, I had some thinking ability left. I said, “Cupcake, if you’re listening, you really need to stop praising me so much to the other waitresses, okay? I want to spend all my time with YOU, and the rest of my harem. Sure, it’s fun to flirt with others, but if you carry on like you apparently have been, they’re gonna want to do a lot more with me than just flirt. So please tone in down, okay?”

Sue Ellen happened to be bobbing on my thickness nearly to the point of deep throating, and she showed no sign of stopping. So she responded with a “Mmmm!”

I didn’t know what that meant, so I asked, “Is that a ‘yes’ mmmm or a ‘no’ mmmm?”

I heard another “Mmmm!” That was followed by the sound of two naughty girls giggling under the table.

Mindy chuckled along. Then she said, “Sue Ellen, try this. One ‘mmmm’ means, ‘Yes, I agree and will obediently serve my master, my owner, and the love of my life, ‘ and two ‘mmmm’s’ means ‘No, I disagree. I’m an insolent and bad cock slave and I need to be severely punished.’”

Sue Ellen let out an extra loud, “MMMM!” Then she responded even more energetically with a quick series of corkscrew bobs, first one way and then the other. She capped that by suddenly deep throating me all the way to the base!

I considered this deep throating pretty big news. It was pretty clear that for a woman to simply get my unusual thickness in her mouth was difficult, and to get that down one’s throat was quite extraordinary. So far, only Sue Ellen had been able to do it with any prolonged success. I figured she’d save that for special occasions, with her initiation ceremony being a good example. However, the fact that she was doing it now, for no special reason or even any advance warning, suggested that she might do it more often.

And that was big, because it felt absolutely fantastic! She didn’t just fit my boner down her throat. She used her tongue and lips on whatever they could reach while also somehow massaging my cock with her throat muscles! It really was like I was getting fucked and blown at the same time!

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, Cindy happened to be doing wonderful things rolling one of my balls around in her mouth. Talk about a lucky man getting royally spoiled! And in a restaurant, no less!

Mindy suddenly burst into laughter.

Needles to say, I was highly distracted! I recovered enough to ask, “What?”

Still chuckling, she said, “You should see your face! I think you actually went cross-eyed for a moment, and then your eyes rolled up into your head. It’s so cute. And so HOT!” She reached a hand under the table top, and did who knows what with it. At the same time, she said, “Whatever you’re doing, Sue Ellen, keep it up!”

I clutched at the table edge and groaned like a stuck pig, because she was keeping it up. My facial expression must have been quite expressive, because it was like I was cumming without actually cumming.

Min raised a curious eyebrow. “Just what IS she doing to you, anyway? Whatever it is, I need to learn it, stat!”

I struggled to form a coherent sentence, even though it was a simple one. “She’s ... she ... she ... she’s deep thoating me!”

My wife was floored. “Hooooooly ... NO!”

I nodded.

“Jesus Herbert Christ on a pogo stick, wearing a cardigan sweater and eating a burrito! That’s the best news I’ve heard all day! Do you have any idea what this means?!”

I was slowly and steadily losing my grip on my ability to fend off climax, while I practically pulped the table edge with my hands. I had been counting on Sue Ellen not lasting very long, due to the difficult circumstances and her deep throating inexperience, but she was still going on a single breath!

Seeing how distracted I was, Mindy stopped trying to tell me what this meant and just sat back and enjoyed the sight of me practically experiencing sexual nirvana in the middle of Mama Mia’s. Needless to say, she was smirking up a storm.

I finally had to protest while panting hard, “NO! Don’t! Please! Not that, not now! Don’t make me cum too soon!” I tapped frantically on Sue Ellen’s head to make sure she knew I was talking to her.

Sue Ellen relented. She gave up on the deep throating and went back to “merely” bobbing with more of her effective corkscrew moves. Then, after doing just a little bit of that, she realized I was still too close to the edge and pulled her lips off my shaft altogether.

I was very grateful. For the next minute, I was unable to speak or do anything. I could scarcely believe such an intense experience had happened in such a public place with nobody being the wiser except those of us at the table. Fucking hell! If Cupcake is able to do that to me at will, on a regular basis, my life just got a lot more interesting! And if my other girls start doing it too ... Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick and all that other stuff Min said! It is possible for one guy to feel that much ecstasy fairly often?! Will this become part of the new normal?! Good God!

I could hear some quiet whispering between Sue Ellen and Cindy. I couldn’t make out the words, but the tone sounded celebratory. No doubt Cindy was congratulating Sue Ellen on her remarkable feat.

I slouched back in my seat and wiped some sweat off my forehead. Somehow, just sitting here getting blown so well was tiring me out. “Phew! That was ... phew! But Min, you didn’t exactly give her much of a choice, did you?”

“Nope!” She just smiled with an extra smirky happy smirk. “You’ll be glad to know that I find it hot when your slaves are slavishly obedient. So I’m all in favor of more of that. Having her deep throat you like that is absolutely enormous! I could see how powerfully it affected you, and I’m on Cucquean Cloud Nine right now. But I can see you’re out of sorts, so we’ll talk about that later.”

I tried to joke, “‘Cucquean Cloud Nine? Is that different from regular cloud nine?”

She grinned. “As a matter of fact, it is. Cucquean Cloud Nine, or CCN, as we like to call it, is a little bit higher. That way, we cucquean wives can look down on our husbands on regular cloud nine while they fuck all the sexy angels there. And God, it’s a fuck-fest! Did you know angels are total nymphos? It’s true. And up in Heaven you get wings AND breasts any size you want, so they’re all super stacked, like Michelle or Nicky.”

I grunted and waved a hand through the air, trying to discourage my wife from saying more. Her weird nympho heaven scenario didn’t arouse me but the mention of Nicky’s name and enormous breasts did.

Luckily, it appeared she got the message not to elaborate on that.

However, Cindy and Sue Ellen had never completely disengaged from my boner, it was just that Sue Ellen stopped her sucking. Already, Cindy had stepped into the breach by licking up to my sweet spot. Then Sue Ellen decided to join in. I could feel their tongues meeting and touching right on that damn super sensitive spot.

Yet, incredibly, as arousing as that was, it was still a big come down from Sue Ellen’s deep throating. I felt like I’d just been through the wringer, but in the best possible way, if that makes any sense.

Mindy smirked with delight at my dazed condition. She stuck a hand under the table. “Sue Ellen? Where are you? I can’t see you, but can you see my hand? I’m giving you a ‘low-five.’ That’s a high-five for cock slaves when they work their magic under tables.”

I heard the smacking of hands, and surmised that Mindy and Sue Ellen connected for their “low-five.”

Then Mindy said to her, “Congratulations! We’ve got a lot to discuss about your deep throat talent, but later. Right now, just revel in the fact that you’ve made your master very, very, VERY happy! You should have seen his face! It was ... total rapture!”

Sue Ellen finally spoke, just to ask, “Really?!”

“Really! And congrats to you too, Cindy. I know you didn’t deep throat him ... yet, but you were part of the build-up and the support, and that’s vital too. And I’ll bet that even now you’re devoutly lapping on his cock. I know you are, because I can hear the sound of two tongues slurping. And to do it all in a place like this, where you might get thrown in jail for all your effort. Wow!”

One could hear the pride and joy in Sue Ellen’s voice as she replied, “Ah, shucks. You’re too kind. But I don’t want any special thanks, especially from Master. It’s just what we do. It’s who we are.”

Cindy added, “Exactly. This is the cock slave life. This is what we signed up for. Frankly, I love this under-the-table stuff! I think it’s becoming my favorite way to suck him.”

“Oh, definitely!” Sue Ellen commented enthusiastically. “I get an extra thrill out of getting to hear his sexy moans but not being able to see his face at all. I’m sure Laura’s gonna love it when her turn comes.”

“No doubt,” Mindy said. Rather abruptly, she turned all her attention back to me. She apparently decided I had recovered enough to pay attention. “Anyway, where were we? Oh yes. I was telling you about spying on the back yard.”

I somehow slouched down even lower and let out a big exhale. I needed to relax for a long moment before being hit by even more arousing storytelling. And of course Sue Ellen and Cindy were not going to stop for anything until they coaxed a cum load out of me. Phew!

Just then, Laura came rushing back with my root beer float, and a cupcake too. “Here you are, Sir. Since your Cupcake is assisting with your sexual gratification, I thought it was only appropriate you have one of these too. I hear that Rosanne gave you one last time and you enjoyed it.”

I smiled at her and tried to act and look like a normal person and not someone who’d just been run over by a truck.”Yes, I did, thank you very much.” I picked up the cupcake and bit into it. It was chocolate, with chocolate frosting. “Mmmm. VERY good! You spoil me.”

She smiled from ear to ear. “That is what we do for you ... and you alone!” She remembered something, and looked around anxiously. “By the way, I should warn you: the Bat is flying around! I’m sure that won’t slow you down, but I’ll try to keep an eye out for you, just the same.”

“Thanks.” I didn’t quite understand what she meant about “the Bat.” Even though I was still out of sorts, I vaguely recalled Sue Ellen mentioning a “Bat” more than once. I had a vague notion from context that it was some kind of boss we didn’t want to tangle with. I was too mentally fried to ask about it now, but I made a mental note to ask about it later.

Laura added, “Oh, and Josie is here too, and she’s dying to meet you. Would it be okay if I introduce you to her later?”

“Sure thing.” But then I realized I was too blissed out and not thinking straight. I hastened to add, “Um, wait. Is that really wise?”

“Wise?” She appeared confused.

I clarified, “What I mean is, it sounds dangerous. The fewer people who know about our, uh, special activities here, the better.”

Laura relaxed. “Oh. Don’t worry about that, Sir. Josie knows all about the fun you have here. But she’s still kind of on the fence, I think. It would be a big help if you could turn your charm on her and get her on your side. Then she might be able to help in the future. You know, like covering for Sue Ellen or me if we want to take a break beneath your table ... hint, hint...” She smiled with a hint of excitement and danger. “Or just keeping a lookout, or whatever.”

“Oh,” I said, trying to process that on top of the endless waves of pleasure washing through me. “That sounds okay, I guess. Although ... how can I be charming when I’m like this?” I couldn’t see how other people saw me, but I was sure I was looking wasted from so much pleasure, and I was breathing hard.

That didn’t seem to bother Laura in the slightest. Instead, she asked, “By the way, Sir ... Are they ... still at it?” She stared hard at the table as if she was trying to look right through it.

Mindy answered for me, “But of course! Can’t you hear them? And smell them?”

Laura shyly admitted, “Yes, and yes. Actually, I knew the answer but I just wanted to hear you say it because I still can’t REALLY believe it, you know? Of course I can hear the sound of two kittens lapping at their bowl of water.” She giggled. “So sexy! And the smell! God, the sexy smell!”

Mindy frowned. “Hrm. It is really noticeable? We might have to do something about that.”

“It is. When I got near the table, it hit me like ... like ... walking into a pungent room. I don’t know how anyone could fail to notice. But don’t worry; we won’t let any other customers get anywhere near you.” With that, she smiled and rushed off out of sight.

Once she was gone, I complained, “What is with that kind of treatment? It’s like I’m some kind of V.I.P.”

“You are,” Mindy replied with delight. “Very Important Penis!” She chuckled. “But let me get back to the story. Oh, but first, how are the girls treating you?”

I hadn’t been paying close attention, but I did a mental check of what they were doing and how I was feeling. “Exceptionally well. When we came in here and they got started, I had this big urge to cum soon and I figured I’d do just that after a few minutes. But they had other plans!” I laughed.

Mindy laughed too.

I continued, “They’re keeping me right on the edge with a light and careful touch. I’m in such a blissful zone that what’s the rush to cum? Cupcake’s deep throating was awesome, but too intense to be sustained for long. Whereas I could bliss out like this indefinitely. It’s almost like having an orgasm the entire time. Now I know what it feels like to be a stoner in class who is totally baked out of his mind. Somehow he still functions, but it’s a continual miracle because he’s always so high!”

Mindy was triumphant. “Excellent! That’s how I want you to feel all the time, and I do mean AAAAALL the time! I figure that if you’re always on the cusp of cumming, you’ll be more receptive to my bad jokes.”

I laughed.

She laughed too. “See? Case in point. But I think you need to cum soon, after all. You’re still tensed up from not cumming for a long time; I can see it in your face. Get that release you’ve been craving! You’re so worked up they’ll have you stiff again in no time, and then you can enjoy things that much more. What do you say?”

I nodded, because that sounded like a really good idea. She really was spoiling me.

Mindy tapped on the table a couple of times to get the attention of Cindy and Sue Ellen, although that was totally unnecessary since I’m sure they were carefully listening to every word. “Slaves, your master is ready to cum. So speed it up! But not too fast, okay? Let’s work up to a big finish in, maybe, five minutes from now. Then you two can get him up again and REALLY go to town on the King for a long time!”

Neither of them replied with words. It seemed to me that they were reveling in being the silent help.

But they definitely responded non-verbally, because Cindy immediately engulfed my cockhead again and got busy bobbing on it some more. I even noticed a difference in the way Sue Ellen was licking and fondling my balls and lower shaft, which was faster and more aggressive. Their combined effort felt better than great, but that in and of itself worried me. Nobody has any right to feel THIS good! I’m really pushing my luck doing this in a restaurant. When is karma going to kick me in the ass?

Mindy sat back and sighed with contentment while I sipped from my root beer float and enjoyed my cupcake. “Aaaah! Now, this is the life! I’m in cucquean heaven, and you’re in harem master heaven. Did I have a good idea in picking this place to chill out in, or what? I knew we had to get out of the house, and this seemed so much better than sitting in the car in a public park or something like that. Besides, I love their air conditioning. They keep it cool, but not ridiculously so, where you need to put on a sweater.”

I was all grins. “You crack me up. You’ve gotta be the only wife in America who would be so delighted by this.”

“Maybe, or maybe not. I suspect there are more cucqueans out there than people realize.”

“In other words, more than zero. I’d never even heard the word before.”

“True, we’re a low key bunch, but we do exist. I’d like to meet some others and trade notes. But in any case, all that matters is that I’m YOUR wife.”

“Would you like some of my float?”

“Yes, please!”

She had some of the float, but refused any of the cupcake.

Then, just as Mindy was opening her mouth to resume her story, Laura came rushing back. “Sir! I thought you’d want this.” She triumphantly handed me a glass filled with nothing but ice cubes.

I was at a loss to figure out why she thought I might want that much ice. Between the air conditioning and my cold, sweet drinks, I didn’t want to get any colder.

Luckily, before I could reveal my ignorance by asking, Laura leaned towards me and whispered right into my ear. “Sir, I’ve heard about how your slaves use ice cubes to make their blowjobs even more exciting for you. I can’t help you directly, but I’d be psyched if I could at least assist like this.”

I sat back, trying to act like I knew that’s what she meant all along. “Aaaah. Yes. Thanks, that’s very thoughtful. Let’s see how that works out, shall we?” I picked up a couple of ice cubes from the glass, then reached under the table with my hand open.

Sue Ellen and Cindy couldn’t have heard Laura whispering to me, but they immediately figured things out. I felt one soft, feminine hand picking up one of the cubes, and then another hand belonging to my other slave picked up the other one.