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It kept up for the next week. Chloe soon figured out that their workout schedule was Tuesday and Thursday mornings at 6:45 am and Saturday at 10:00 am. She told the girls she was training for a fitness event to explain her almost constant presence in the gym. I of course, accommodated all of this. After all, if I was serious about wanting her to succeed, I couldn’t very well put any obstacles in her path. That Saturday, she didn’t return from her morning routine until well past noon.
“We’re going out on Wednesday night!” she beamed.
This was a big step forward. Chloe and the pair were sharing some water and Gatorade after their workout when Chloe told them that she had three free VIP passes to the Cirque De Soleil show that was playing all month. It was one of the hottest tickets in town. She knew that passing up free tickets would be crazy, and this would allow the three of them to hang out and socialize, hopefully having a drink or two. Canace and Shanyn jumped at the opportunity, and three of them selected a date. Back in our condo Chloe phoned one of our connections at Ticketmaster, and secured the actual tickets in no time.
That night I fucked Chloe. I could barely keep my hands off her. Her effort, her determination, her ingenuity, her resolve were turning me on tremendously. She truly was the perfect submissive, the perfect wife, working cleverly and methodically to carry out my orders.
Thursday was the girls’ night out. I kissed Chloe at the door, told her I was proud of her and away she went. In the preceding days the trio had texted each other to finalize details. They were going to have a quick bite beforehand at a nearby Thai restaurant, and then catch the show; which was at the Grand Chapiteau at AT&T Park.
For my part, I tried to occupy my night with errands and work, but I kept looking at the clock, and wondering how things were unfolding. Especially in the two and a half hours following the scheduled end of the Cirque show, I knew that the longer they stayed out, the better. So strangely while I was eager for Chloe to come trouncing through our front door and tell me all about it, I was also glad as more and more time passed. There was still two full weeks before the end of the month, and the three girls clicked, who knows, it might just happen.
Chloe finally got home at 11:10. I knew from the big smile she gave me, the night had been a success. The dinner beforehand had allowed the girls to warm up to each other, then the show – and then best of all – drinks afterward. During the drinks the conversation really started to flow. Not surprisingly they did the ‘Where are you from?’, ‘Where did you go to school?’, ‘What do you do?’ practice. Chloe told them a little about me, enough to say we’re recently married.
“During that part of the conversation is when I hit them with my confession,” Chloe said.
“Your confession?” I asked, quite intrigued as to where this was headed.
“Yes, I told them that while I’m very much in love, one of my big regrets is that I’ve been bi-curious all my life, and now that we sealed the deal, I’m fearful my curiosity may go forever unscratched.”
“Well played,” I smiled. Her move was brilliant, very smart indeed.
Chloe said that the three of them stayed on that topic of conversation for more than an hour, each of them sharing details about how they discovered their sexual preferences. Canace talked about how she knew from day one, explaining that when all the school girls started getting crushes on the boys, all she did was get crushes on those very same girls. Shanyn considered herself a pansexual, and had been in love with both men and women, finally falling head over heels for Canace. While Chloe had eaten more than her fair share of pussy in her lifetime, she had to pretend that being with another woman was something she had only dreamed about.
Chloe knew she had to move carefully, and not be too overt. She planted a seed, and now she had to wait to see if her new found friends would let it germinate. The night ended with the three of them promising to hang out another night.
Sure enough, less than a week later, Chloe was invited to watch a movie with the girls on a Friday night. I could see the hope in her eyes when she told me they had invited her over.
I held her at the door of our condo as she leaving. She looked so beautiful, casually dressed but looking delightful.
“I love you,” I said, giving her one last kiss full on the lips.
“Fingers crossed Master,” she whispered in return when our kiss ended.
Not unlike the night when they went to see Cirque, I was like a dog in heat for the next four hours. I did some work, or tried to. I went for a run. I watched television, but my mind kept drifting to Chloe and what she might be doing that very second. I made a few phone calls, again trying in vain to kill time. Whenever I thought about what the girls might be doing, my cock hardened into steel. Two glasses of Johnnie Walker Black barely had an effect, so I made myself a third.
Finally, I heard the door knob turn. She was back! As much as I wanted to jump up and greet her in the doorway, I intentionally played it cool and stayed put. Reclining comfortably in a heavy leather chair, I let her approach me. Oh good, her hair seemed disheveled.
On the way toward me, she fell to her knees and crawled the rest of way over, until she stopped to kneel upright at my feet. I took a sip of the bourbon.
“I did everything possible Master, but was only able to achieve partial success.”
Suddenly the whiff hit me. It was the smell of fresh musky pussy, and not Chloe’s.
My brows furrowed, signifying my incomprehension. Clearly there was cunt juice on my pet’s face. How could that not be success?
“I only have Canace on me, Sir. Shanyn hates oral; she wouldn’t let my tongue near her pussy, even when I begged.”
Chloe gave me a rundown of the evening’s festivities. She said the girls had a few drinks, and when the mood was right, Canace re-introduced the conversation from their previous night out. The couple wanted to know if Chloe was serious about her big regret in life. When she confirmed that indeed she was, the fun and games started to unfold.
Canace and Shanyn approached Chloe, one from the left and one from the right. They seduced my girl. They planted soft kisses all over her body until she was nude and trembling in their combined arms. She was told to keep perfectly still while they stimulated nerve endings all over her skin. All the while that Chloe was telling me the story, my cock was harder than it’s ever been.
It’s no surprise that lesbians know their way around a woman’s body. Canace and Shanyn took Chloe to incredible heights. They explored her body with their warm mouths, with their skilled fingers, and occasionally with their sharp teeth. Chloe confessed that she had two earth shattering orgasms before she came back down to earth.
Then it was her turn to pleasure her hosts.
Canace couldn’t wait to get her pussy eaten. She was dripping wet when she spread her legs, and Chloe dove right in there. While Chloe’s face was buried between the outstretched legs, Shanyn fastened a strap-on into place, and positioned herself behind my pet. For at least ten minutes, Chloe performed oral while her own pussy was impaled from behind, and pounded relentlessly by the unforgiving plastic cock. Soon Canace was squirming and cumming all over Chloe’s mouth and lips. Chloe reaching yet another orgasm while being fucked in this manner, her face now covered with the pussy juice of one of her two targets.
It was at this point that Chloe turned to face Shanyn, expecting to do more of the same. Instead Shanyn, who’d already removed the strap-on, handed it to Chloe and demanded to be fucked in turn.
“May I taste you first?” Chloe apparently asked in desperation.
Shanyn refused, and after one more failed attempt, Chloe realized it was futile. She fucked her host, but there was no way she was going to get a taste of her honey pot. Poor Chloe looked up at me with that look of apology in her eyes. Aww…I wanted to reach out and give her a hug, tell her she did everything possible and that it was okay, but that would make the game too easy. A submissive does not always wish for leniency from her dominant. I set the rules and good eff
ort or not, she had not yet achieved full success. There was no need to punish her of course, but nor was there cause for celebration.
“I told you I wanted to fuck you with the juices of both women on your face, and you are wearing only the juices of one of them, therefore you do not deserve to feel my cock inside you tonight.”
She nodded, accepting my verdict.
