Min-Ju and I are still processing things and talking about things, especially our call with SooYun the other day and what she wants to keep doing, or not doing, with Caleb, so it's hard to know where to start with this update. What I might try to do is sketch out the basic events of the last few days and then come back around to the more thorny and subtle issues of how we are feeling about those events. Our skype call with SooYun was brief, and early morning for us. There's a weird way in which it already feels dreamy and blurry in my mind and I think hers, too. It was a fun and wild experience for both of us, but also in some ways disappointing. I think the issue is this. Min-Ju and I are embarking on a sexual adventure that excites us both and gets us wrapped up in the fantasy. SooYun finds this all fascinating and I think a little titillating; it does seem like she might envy our sexual play and feel a little frustrated that her life is rather more mundane. But ultimately we're asking her to play a role in a sexual fantasy that she isn't actually a part in. We're asking her to play a role, as keyholder, that she both doesn't fully understand and isn't part of her own sexual life. Or put another way: I get really aroused by having to admit my cuckold side to her, and Min-Ju also gets wet and excited by having to display her own submissiveness... but I'm not sure this arouses SooYun. And therein lies a basic problem, and maybe this isn't fair to her. So when I say we were a little disappointed, what I mean is that we both wanted her to be a little stricter and, equally important, to take pleasure from her position of dominance. Min-Ju especially feels torn about this because it is her friend and she's trying to feel out how she feels about all of this. The discussion George and Myst are having about if and how to test the waters is something we have been talking about, too. She's not sure how to read her friend sometimes. They've had some pretty frank conversations about sex, if you remember, but some of those conversations point out the extremely limited experience SooYun has in some ways. But yes, Min-Ju definitely wants her to be cruel. Ultimately, that's why she gave her the key.
I know this because as soon as the call ended, Min-Ju turned to me and declared, "I saw what you were doing." Immediately I knew I was busted; I considered trying to pretend innocence, but instead I lowered my eyes. "You were checking out my friend!" Her voice was animated, a mixture both of amusement and outrage, and she lightly punched my shoulder. I apologized and said I couldn't help it. "It's the power of the key," I pleaded. But yes, she was amused but also upset that I had been checking her out, onto of the dreams, but also upset that I wasn't getting punished for it. She mumbled something about needing to talk to her friend about it, so yes, there is a possibility a stiffer penalty is yet to come. In turn, I tried to insist it was just the key I was distracted by. In mock anger, Min-Ju stalked out of the room to where ever she hides the spare and came back in holding it up between her delicate fingers. "This key?" she asked, sternly. "Yes," I begged. "Please, unlock me... I need it." My moment of freedom was right there. But Min-Ju was having too much fun holding it over me. She held the key against her breasts, posing in playful ways, and traced the key over the contours of her body. My moans of pleasure egged her on. We were both having fun. "Let me see," I begged as she traced the key along the cotton of the tshirt she had slept it. She asked if that was what I was wanting to see, and I said, "Well, what I'm really wanting to see is your breasts." She gave me her coy smile and, turning so her back was to me, she pulled the tshirt off revealing the white strap of her bra. Turning back to me, she traced the key along the tops of her breasts swelling up out of her bra... then ducked the key into the delicious valley between her breasts. "Oh about this?" she asked. "Is this what you were imagining when you were checking out SooYun?" I felt myself nod. I must have been slack-jawed. "And this?" she asked, bending over a bit so her breasts threatened to spill out.
"Yes..." I gasped. "Tell the truth," she said, "Or I won't unlock you. Would you like to see her breasts?" Dangerous question, but I had to be honest. I've always been honest with Min-Ju, no lies between us, but the cage also compels it. So I answered. "Yes..." I said, "You know I would... But you also know your breasts are better." She smiled a little at the last part. I held my breath to see how she would react. She clearly had wanted SooYun to be stricter with me and to have punished me for that dream. "You like my breasts?" she asked, again leaning toward me so they were almost close enough to touch. My "yes" this time was filled with need and desire. She liked that. She bounced upright, pulling away from me, and gave me her knowing smile. "Maybe I should give them to Caleb instead?" "Oh!?" I exclaimed. She nodded happily, delighted with herself for her idea. "Yes, maybe I should let Caleb have my breasts." "You mean because I was checking out SooYun?" I asked, desperation in my voice. I felt jealous from what she was saying but even then I knew I was egging her on. "Yes," she answered, crossing her arms over her breasts now to hide them. "After all, you were looking at her when you could have been looking at me. I bet he will love getting to see my breasts." "He will," I mouthed. "Maybe he will get to spray his cum across my breasts... maybe that will teach you to keep your eyes where they below." Her eyes held mine. Her eyes had a sparkle; she wasn't mad but she was in a mood to be cruel. I wanted her so badly right then and there, I had finally been granted permission to be unlocked, and with a sinking, sexy feeling I was acquiescing to my wife's punishment of giving herself to Caleb. Of course, the other obstacle was a practical one -- I had to rush to get to work. Still, I was so worked up that I was ready to forget all of that. But then, for better or for worse, she broke the tension. She gave a playful tug on my cage and told me to go get a shower. She told me she would unlock me after I got home. And that's when she made her promise/threat that she in fact was going to go see him while I was at work. You remember my plaintive last minute post that morning. Imagine how it felt for me to be heading out to work, still locked, knowing she planning to offer him her delicious mouth.
At work, she texted me a few times. But my question about whether she was with Caleb was met only with this: "Remember: You're the one who tried to peek at my friends cleavage."
When I finally got home, I really didn't know what to expect. I wasn't even sure if she would be home, or if she was planning to be out with her boyfriend. Imagine my surprise then when I came home to find her busy in the kitchen making a fancy dinner. She was in her orange dress with an apron, her hair done up nice, and earrings. She even had a bottle of wine open and was already sipping from a glass. We kissed when I came in, and of course I made a big fuss over how nice this all was. And it was. I mean, we like making nice meals as a regular thing, but this felt really sweet and nice. Clearly she wanted it to feel special, and it was. It was special in other ways, too. When she kissed me, probably it was only my imagination, but her breath smelled of cum. His cum. And my eyes kept wandering to her breasts. The dress, aggravatingly, is Korean, meaning it shows no cleavage. But I was very much thinking about her tease that morning, and I told her as much. As much as I made a fuss over her surprise dinner, I made a fuss over how sexy she looked and how much I wanted to get that dress off her. She loved that. My hands kept wandering to her breasts, as I stood behind her at the stove and held her, and she playfully swatted me away. "Not now," she said. "But he got to!" I complained. It was a question, really, and she answered it. Looking back at me over her shoulder, she said, "Yes, he did."
Dinner mostly was catching up on our days and talking about stuff in the news, despite the sexual tension. We were reconnecting and having a quiet time together, so I'll skip over that, if you don't mind.
It was actually a couple hours, and many comments back and forth about how we missed each other and how I wanted to "bang" her, said playfully and earnestly, before we ended up scampering into the bedroom together. There was a definite sense of excitement, like in the early days of our dating. I tackled her onto the white comforter of the bed, pinned her hands down over her head, and we kissed. We kissed a lot, as our hands explored each other's bodies. As I kissed down her neck toward her clavicle, I wondered if she had followed through on her threat. Had she let another man spray his cum across her chest? My hands when to the zipper at the back of her dress, and I started to tug it down off her shoulders and down over her breasts. She was wearing a black lace bra with no insert. Her nipples poked proudly through the lace. Propped on my elbow, I looked down at her and told her how beautiful she looked. How sexy. She wriggled in pleasure. I tracked my finger along the curve of her neck and down toward her breasts. She moaned a little and bit her lip.
Trying to sound casual, I asked if she had gone to see Caleb today. "Yes," she breathed, "Do you like that?" She wanted approval more than to tease. I told her I had been thinking about it all day long. She smiled and said she liked that. "And did he like that?" I asked, pausing and emphasizing the pronoun. "I think so," she said. I told her I was sure he did, a sexy girl like her coming to see him all dress up in her sexy dress and lace bra. She liked hearing that. "Did you make him cum?" I asked, having to swallow. She bit her lip. Her eyes sparkled. It was interesting to watch as she shifted into tease mode. "Yes," she breathed. Then she added, "He came a lot." I told her I bet he did. We were both thinking the same thing then, I know -- where did he cum? My fingers kept tracing her skin across the top of her bra. She was on her back underneath me. As she breathed deeper and as she became more and more aroused, as her nipples hardened, more of her breasts spilled out of the lace cups. As my fingers traced her bare skin, I somehow knew that his sperm has spilled there... just hours before. I could visualize it. Thick globs of his cum pooling on her breasts. Streaks of sperm sprayed across her chest... her neck... the side of her face. My fingers slid along her skin, imagining it slippery and pungent with his load. The eroticism of the moment opened up between us. She was looking up at me with her liquid eyes, watching my face and feeling my fingers brush across her nipples. Finally, in a quiet voice, she asked, "Are you thinking about it?" I just nodded, thoughtful. My index finger looped around her bra strap and lowered it off her shoulder. Then I tugged at her bra ******** more of her beautiful breasts. "I bet you looked beautiful," I said. It's true. Thinking about her lying there before me, thinking about her breasts and and neck covered with his cum, I couldn't imagine her looking more beautiful.
"He came a lot," she said. Her voice was quiet. She laid there, passive. I teased her nipples until they were even harder, impossible as that was. They already stood out like big erasers. I leaned forward... kissed her left nipple... then kissed the right, gently tonguing the nipple... then my lips traced up the swell of her breast... over her chest... to her clavicle. Her clavicle is perhaps my favorite spot on her body, that little hollow of tender flesh. I nuzzled there, and kissed her. The smell of his sperm hung in the air... even though in reality it had long since passed. I felt her body tremble. Goose bumps tiptoed up her arms and legs. My lips rose to kiss hers. Tenderly. "He came on my lips, too," she said, hesitant but also brave. "Do you like that?" she asked. My lips grazed hers, and then we kissed more deeply.
The kiss turned passionate, the tender, frozen moment in time between us dissolving into wild and urgent need. Her mouth opened to accept mine. Her arms wrapped around my head to pull he into her. My hands snaked underneath her so I could press her body against mine. The naked heat of her breasts against my chest stirred a fire in both of us. Suddenly I was pushing her legs apart, pressing between them, grinding against her eager sex, the heat radiating through the fabric of her dress incredible, and then... that damned cage wrenching against my cock. "Take it off!" I growled. I pushed my hands down toward my crotch. "Unlock me! Take it off!" There was a frenzy, halfway between animal need and hilarity for both of us, as she pushed be aside and scrambled for the key that she had waiting by the bedside. Meanwhile I was shucking off my pants and shirt... and trying to pull her dress off the rest of the way even as she was trying to find the lock. That click... was glorious! Whether she wanted to make a little ceremony of the release, I don't know. My hands were batting hers aside so I could rip the cage and ring off. Finally, free!
The fresh air and circulation, honestly, was the most immediately and memorable response. My cock felt like he was sort of shaking himself off, reacclimatizing to a new world, but, weirdly, not becoming immediately hard. Min-Ju was there before me, panting and equally aroused with an animal lust. Her orange dress had been flung to the floor. Her black lace bra askew, pulled off her breasts but still clinging awkwardly to her body. Her thong... apparently she had never been wearing because there on full display was her wonderful, amazing, and sexy pussy. Bare. Lips reddened with arousal. Visibly wet. My cock felt on fire, and my balls heavier than I have ever felt before. So much cum eager to finally come spurting out. But weirdly, still not growing erect. I was reaching down to stroke him when Min-Ju was already batting my hands aside. Warm and tiny, her hands cupped around me. Feeling her that way for the first time in a month. She seemed fascinated. I found myself being pushed down onto the bed and by unspoken mutual consent our sex together turned into a handjob. She was going to jerk me off. I felt it happening... let it happen. Her cunt, still, would go unreclaimed, at least for the night. She wanted to feel my cock grow hard beneath her touch... she wanted to watch him strain toward explosion... she wanted to explore my unbelievably full balls... and watch the cum roar out of me. And boy, did my cock react to her touch!
Unspoken at first, but then spoken. She started to talk about how good it must feel to finally be released... how desperate I must be to cum... how much I loved the way she was touching me. And I did. My cock didn't get hard on its own, but the moment she wrapped her little hand around me, he immediately got hard... and then harder still. I don't think I've ever felt harder, or bigger. Her other hand gently cupped my balls. And then not so gently. "Do you like that, baby?" she urged, squeezing them a little. My "yes..." came out a ragged, jagged groan. She squeezed harder. She was loving, but also cruel... and even rough. "This is what I did for Caleb today, you know," she said. No, I didn't know! But hearing that made my eyes bug out. I croaked out, "Y-you did?? You jerked him like this?" She was kneeling above me, looking down into my eyes. "Yes," she said. And she gave me a rough jerk. "Te-tell me about it," I begged. And she did. She told me how she went over to his apartment that afternoon, wearing the same dress, the same bra, the same heels. And, she said, the same absence of underwear. I swear my cock was leaking pre-cum from the first moment she touched me, and she kept sliding her hand up to the tip, gathering the pre-cum, and then using it as lubrication down the length of the shaft. She told me how she texted him to say she wanted to give him a surprise blow job... to be a slut for him. Yes, she used that word. And of course he said yes. She said she led him by his hand into the bedroom, a bedroom she's become very familiar with, and she told him to sit on the edge of the bed. She gave me a little dance and twirl of her dress, she said, though I doubt it was much; she feels so shy and awkward about dancing. But then she reached behind her to unzip the dress... and squeezing my balls she told me how she let it fall onto the floor. She took especial care to describe how his gaze feasted on her cleavage, and squeezing me still harder, she said to me that she told him she wanted him to cum on her tits and on her face. "Really?" I asked, desperate. "Yes," she assured me. "I told him, just like that." She squeezed me again. "And you know why." Yes, I did know why. In fact, my mind went once again to the dream-memory of SooYun's naked chest, the key glistening above me. But wisely, I said nothing. Besides, the image of SooYun was powerfully crowded out by the image of my wife, naked but for her lace bra and heels, knelling before Caleb on his bed, and telling him she wanted him to spray his seed across her face and tits. That image overpowered, exactly as she wanted.
We kissed as she stroked and tugged on my leaking cock. My hands were all over her body, caressing her back, rubbing her thighs, seeking the heat and wetness of her cunt. But my eyes were on her. She looked fantastic leaning over me. And I'm sure she looked fantastic kneeling for Caleb as well. She told me how she pulled out his cock, already hard, and how she leaned in to suck him into her mouth. She looked me right in the eye, her face up close against mine, as she said this, and then she kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I opened to receive her. My poor cock felt alive and sore and strangely numb. Pre-cum or maybe just cum was leaking out in an increasing pace. As she told me how she sucked and stroked his cock, I asked her how he felt in her hands. She surprised me with her answer. "Big." She jerked me hard, rough. "Bigger than you." I groaned. "You like that?" She was taunting me, I think she was taunting me, but I nodded. I knew I would cum soon. The pressure in my balls was signaling release, even as the "almost there" feeling of orgasm wasn't coming. Min-Ju pulled my hands up to her breasts, encouraging me to squeeze them, and she told me she had even let him try a titty fuck. She used those words! She wrapped her full breasts around him, using the slickness of his pre-cum as lube, and rubbed them up and down his shaft. As she told me, she rubbed her tits across my super sensitive cock, then slid them up my chest to my mouth and face. Intended or not, it had the effect of rubbing my semen across my lips. I imagined I was tasting him.
"Did he cum, baby?" I groaned, knowing I was close... too close. Her "yes" was husky with need, whispered hoarsely into my ear. Her bare breasts pressed against me... the smell of my cum filled the room. I was more or less spilling at that moment, just slowly, more of a flow than an ejaculation. She told me how she made him cum... how she made him spurt. "Onto my breasts," she said, "Into my face." I groaned. "Do I get to?" She gave me that look of pity, the gaze of "bitchy Min-Ju." "No," she said, sounding almost sad. "No, you don't get to cum on my breasts." She jerked me harder. It hurt in a strange way that felt amazing. "You just get to cum on yourself." She was jerking me harder, wanting me to cum, and I was, thin streams flowing and jetting across my belly and torso. "I don't get to spray my seed on your body like he did?" I gasped out. She kept jerking. "No... you lose." Her voice was stern, cruel. A jet shot over my head. I swear it hit the far wall. Then another jet landed across my face. And then another. Min-Ju started to laugh, and in truth I was laughing, too. She jerked her head back -- another rogue stream had gotten in her face, too. I seemed to be going off in all directions, an unpredictable mess. And at the same time pent up cum was flowing over my belly. I felt it trickle down the sides of my body, ticklishly.
The orgasm was long, slow, and messy. It felt like a ball was deflating as sperm flowed out, and I guess that's what was happening. By the end we were both laughing, sperm having gotten in both our faces and into my eye. When the eruption finally seemed to have subsided, she let go my dick. She kissed first my lips, then leaned down and gave my now limp cock a little peck, then Min-Ju leaned back up alongside me on the bed. Her fingers traced through the pooled cum, and at my prompting, she told me how he had cum across her chest and face. "Yes, he coated my breasts with his sperm, baby," she said, which she knew fueled my submissive desire. She even told me how she rubbed his load into her flesh, her skin absorbing his sperm. "I never washed when I came home," she said, proud of herself.
We kissed more, her leaning half across my body so that her hips and belly slide slickly around, mashing the sticky cum between us. And there we lied and cuddled until finally dragging ourself out of bed for a needed shower and, well, a change of sheets.
I hope you enjoyed.
