Chapter 15: The End of the Adventure

The adventure comes to an abrupt end.

On Tuesday, Mary had the day off; the director had given it to her to rest after the intense weekend, and I had planned to telework, so we had time to have breakfast together and quietly talk about the events of the weekend.

While we were having breakfast, we didn’t comment on anything, but when we finished, Mary said to me, “Well, what do you think about what I told you? Have you seen the video?”

“Yes, I saw it last night, and I can’t get it out of my head. The images were incredibly erotic. On the one hand, it turned me on a lot, and I was very jealous that I wasn’t there and that only you and Matthew were enjoying yourselves. On the other hand, seeing you enjoy yourself like that and seeing your beautiful body reach orgasm after orgasm, I loved it. You know I love you, and I want you to enjoy yourself as much as possible.”

“I feel a little ashamed that I couldn’t resist and lose control like that,” Mary replied, looking down as if embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to be ashamed. I know that when you get so excited, you can’t stop. That passion is one of the things I like about you,” I replied, stroking her chin and pulling her face up to look at me.

“You know? This weekend, I understood much better what happens to you when you go without orgasms for a while and you finally reach them, and why you enjoy cock cage play, edging, and going for a long time without being able to cum. After so many days without an orgasm, and with all the excitement Matthew gave me, Sunday was explosive. I think some of the biggest orgasms of my life happened, like when we got married and made love the first few times.”

“I’m glad you understand me better. But speaking of which, if your orgasms have been explosive, in my case, which I have to hold out for another week, I think they will go to the moon. I’m totally desperate. I don’t know how I can hold out,” and saying that, I reached my hand over to the bathrobe she was wearing and opened it to admire her left breast.

I got up from the chair and, opening the bathrobe fully, rested both my hands on her breasts, lifting them slightly and feeling their fall, their texture, and their weight. I stared at the rings of her nipples, which had grown hard with my caresses, and I couldn’t help but move my head closer and start licking them, first the left and then the right, feeling the rings and playing with them with my tongue.

I rested my head between her breasts, savouring the softness and warmth of them. Almost before I knew it, I took Mary in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. There, I laid her on the bed, removed her bathrobe, and undressed myself.

While undressing, she said to me, in a smiling and worried tone, “But Charley, you won’t be able to make it with the cock cage. Are you sure you want to go on? Won’t that make you more desperate in the end?”

“I don’t care,” I replied. “I want to make love to you and feel myself bringing you to orgasm, even if I can’t reach it. I want to feel your body and your skin; I want to caress you.”

I threw myself on top of her and covered her with kisses all over her body while caressing her with my two hands. I was intoxicated and aroused by the scent of her skin. My cock was hard as a rock—so hard that I felt like it could break the bars of the cock cage—so excited was I. It hurt, but I didn’t care.

The pain made my frustrated erection go down slightly, but before long I was trying to get erect again, and my cock was again bending painfully and feeling trapped by the inflexible bars of the cock cage.

After a while of enjoying Mary with all my senses, I stood between her legs and started to lick her pussy, which was already wet from my caresses. I licked her with delight, running my tongue over her labia, fiddling with her clitoris, and slipping my tongue as far into her vagina as I could.

She was stroking my head with her hands and moaning incessantly, mumbling, “Keep it up, Charley ... Humm ... I love you ... Yes ... hummm ... Keep going ... huummm ... You are fantastic...”

When I got her to climax several times, I stopped and lay down next to her. Both sweaty and satisfied. She was satiated after all the orgasms. I was excited and desperate, but satisfied with having given her pleasure.

After some time lying together, I got up to work, while Mary used her day off to rest, read, and relax.

The rest of the week was uneventful. Mary spent several days presenting the conclusions and contacts resulting from the fair to all of us on the sales team.

In the evenings, after my desperate ‘attack’ on Tuesday morning, we had no more sex. We enjoyed each other’s company, and at night we went to bed naked and cuddled. The touch of her skin both excited and soothed me at the same time.

One night, I woke up rubbing my caged cock against the slit between her buttocks while I kneaded her breasts with my hand. Then I turned over and tried to calm myself and console myself with the thought that next Friday I would make love to Mary again, and I could have a huge orgasm and cum in her hot vagina.

On Friday, after confirming with Matthew that we would meet at the usual place, we became Molly and Buck and headed for the motel in the nearby town.

When we entered the room, we saw that, in addition to Matthew, there was another man. A fat, short man in his 50s, bald, with thick glasses, small eyes, and thick lips. He had a generally unpleasant appearance. They were both seated, the stranger on the bed and Matthew leaning back in the chair, on the back of which he had left his jacket. Both were talking and were interrupted by our arrival.

Surprised, I asked Matthew, “Who is this man? What is he doing here?”

Matthew replied, “That’s my friend Larry. He’s one of the friends I play poker with on Saturdays.”

“But it was just the three of us. He’s leaving now, isn’t he?” I asked.

Matthew, hesitating, replied, “Well, you see, I thought we could have a threesome: Mary, him, and me.”

“What?” exclaimed Mary angrily. “Who gave you permission? Why didn’t you ask us before including someone else? And who told you that I agreed to a threesome? I’ll have a threesome any time I want, and it will include my husband.”

“I proposed other things that you agreed to. I thought...”

“Yes, indeed. Maybe we have accepted too many things from you. But already including someone else without consulting us is too much. Your friend will have to go,” said Mary.

Larry, seeing that the evening didn’t seem to be unfolding as he had hoped, got up and headed for the door. Before leaving, he said to Matthew, “If the threesome doesn’t happen, you have to pay me back the money I gave you.”

Hearing this, Mary burst out, turned angrily to Matthew, and, without giving him time to say anything, started shouting, “What? Did you charge him for having sex with me? You bastard! Who do you think I am? A whore? You think you’re my pimp? You’re an asshole! Go to hell!”

Matthew stood up and, as he tried to spout weak excuses, pushed Larry out of the room. “No, it’s not what you think. It’s got nothing to do with it. It’s about a gambling debt. I promise.”

I intervened at that point in support of Mary: “Matthew, I don’t think we can trust you after this. Our meetings are over.”

Matthew and Larry left, and I, realising Matthew’s jacket was on the chair, quickly went to it. After searching through several pockets, I found the key to my cock cage.

After a few minutes, during which we heard Matthew arguing with Larry outside the room, Matthew came back in, picked up his jacket, and left without saying goodbye and in a huff.

Mary and I looked at each other and sat on the bed.

Mary had calmed down and began to talk. “Wasn’t I being too hard on him? Maybe the money had nothing to do with it.”

“I’m afraid you were right. It seems to me that Matthew has become overconfident, has taken more and more things for granted, and has assumed more and more rights over you. If he’s been charging someone to participate in a threesome with you, he’s gone beyond the limits of what’s permissible.”

“Well, if that’s the case, we might as well get it over with. We’ve had a good time trying new experiences, and he’s encouraged us to try things we might not have done on our own. And I must admit, the sex with him was very good,” Mary said. And, seeing my face, she added with a mischievous grin, “ALMOST as good as with you,” and kissed me.