“You’ve been undressing her with your eyes since you got here,” Jerry stated to Liam as Lana returned from the kitchen with a tray of drinks and snacks.
She was clad in an exquisite dress; flowing, yet clinging to her curves in the right places with a long slit up one thigh, almost to her hip. A thin strip of fabric continued around to her back, then wrapped around to the front, only half-covering her breasts, leaving her whole back exposed. It led from either breast to two ties which secured behind her neck; the only thing holding the whole piece in place on her body.
A thong was the only other garment on her, hidden from view such that the slit gave the impression of nothing under the dress.
Three sofas created a U-shaped seating arrangement in their lounge with a sumptuous rug pinned down by a glass coffee table. The open side of the ‘U’ faced a large window and to the left was a sliding door leading out to their patio and hot tub.
Lana had sat loosely cross-legged beside Liam, deliberately employing the dress’s slit to full effect on him while the three chatted.
At times, she twisted around to face him, one elbow on the back of the sofa which allowed her hand to drop nonchalantly onto her semi-exposed breast.
Liam struggled to keep his eyes on her face as the conversation flowed. Jerry chuckled internally at the sight of Liam’s torment.
When Lana had got up to head to the kitchen, Jerry followed. She was reaching into a wall cupboard for glasses when she felt Jerry press his body into her back and reach around and under the slit in her dress.
“Can you feel how much he wants you?” Jerry whispered in her ear.
“Yes!” she breathed heavily, her knees almost buckling.
She angled her face to kiss him fully on the lips as he moved his hand between her legs and toyed with her for a moment.
“I’ll see you back in there in a minute,” he said softly and kissed her neck.
In the short time-window before Lana’s return, Jerry nudged Liam into the topic of Lana’s appeal.
“I love her in that dress, don’t you?” he said with a big smile. Liam did a quick and frantic search for an acceptable response.
“Well, she’s a beautiful lady,” he managed. “You’re a lucky man, Jerry.”
“Yes… yes, I am,” Jerry agreed then paused as he heard her footsteps and perfectly timed his statement about Liam mentally undressing her; just as she reached the table and was about to place the tray down. Instead, she held still.
Liam felt completely caught. He had hoped that he had successfully concealed his increasing arousal and searched frantically – and in vain – for a lie.
“Have you, really?” asked Lana, with comic innocence.
Liam looked from Lana to Jerry, dumbstruck. Jerry decided to put an end to his consternation.
“How about… you undress her for real instead, Liam?” he suggested.
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(One Month Earlier)
“Can I just say that I admire your bravery,” I said to Jerry after he had asked for my number from Lana and booked in to see me.
“Bravery?” wondered Jerry. “Not what I’d call it!”
“What would you call it?”
“I don’t know… But I know I was scared,” he replied.
“Then you were brave,” I pointed out. “There is no bravery without fear.”
“Hmmm…” pondered Jerry.
“What have you learned from the whole experience; Lana’s going to Claire’s, the things she did, and the events after all that?” I asked.
“That… I was something of a wimp,” Jerry said.
“‘Was’ a wimp? Not now.”
“Not now, no… At least, I don’t think so,” he said questioningly. “She talked a fair bit about the Shiva and Shakti thing. I sort of get it but… maybe not completely.”
“Ah, ok,” I said. “Which part of it don’t you understand fully?”
This led us into a discussion about the whole role men have to play in modern society; more importantly, how Jerry, and probably many others, have lost sight of what ‘a real man’ is supposed to be nowadays.
“We’ve pretty much lost our role,” Jerry complained. “I saw that in my own father. It was Mum who ruled the roost. So much so that she would even humiliate him at times.”
“In what way?” I wondered.
“Just sort of, belittling him… in all sorts of things. He always had to check with her before deciding to do anything. And… more private things too,” he ended, visibly uncomfortable.
I stayed quiet and let him find his own words and timing.
“I heard them at times… in the bedroom, I mean,” he said quietly. “I’m pretty sure she slept with other men. Just from some of the things I overheard..”
“Can you tell me what you heard?” I asked.
“Sort of… comparing him…”
“Okay… And what did you feel about what she said?”
“Well… pretty bad. But then… added to that… outside of home, you get all these messages and stuff. But they’re confusing.
“We’re supposed to be strong and so on… but then… if we are, we get criticised for not being in touch with our emotions and so on. Or worse, we’re all potential bloody rapists!”
“I understand that confusion, and you’re right. Many people – men and women – are confused,” I told Jerry. “I think I can explain how it’s happened…”
“Please do!” chuckled Jerry.
“Okay, first it’s important to recognise the difference between having strength and having power. There are, in fact, many people who have great power but no inner strength.”
Jerry was nodding slowly.
“Then there’s this important word, ‘energy’. That’s something we all have. So, recognising our energy, gives us inner strength. ‘Power’, we can define as ‘the manner in which we exercise that energy and strength’.
“We can use our power in either a negative or positive way.”
“Like… abusing someone as against protecting them, maybe…” Jerry suggested. “ A different use of the same power?”
“Exactly,” I smiled. “The thing is, men did abuse their power for a very long time; over many many generations. And, they very successfully thwarted women from realising theirs.
“Eventually, in part, thanks to The Pill, a movement started to help women realise their power.”
“Why, The Pill?” wondered Jerry.
“Well, for one thing, they could start exploring their sexuality without the fear of pregnancy. That was hugely liberating for the women. But for some men, that was also terrifying as it felt like they would lose control of the women.
“In an attempt to keep things as they were, men reinforced the old myth that it was fine for them to have multiple partners as it made them ‘studs’ whereas any woman who did that was cheap and slutty.
“That was massively oppressive and women were waking up to just how oppressive it was. A backlash started. But, the trouble with backlashes is that they don’t often bring about balance but rather, put the boot on the other foot.”
“The pendulum swings too far the other way,” nodded Jerry.
“There’s something to add to the mix in all this,” I said after a pause for absorption. “The way both you and Lana grew up had effects on how you saw the world in general, including relationships.”
“How do you mean?”
“In a nutshell, you married your expectations,” I summarised.
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“It’s ok, Liam,” Jerry assured him.
Liam stood, still hesitantly and moved to Lana who kept hold of the tray and smiled serenely at him.
Slowly, he reached behind her neck and untied her dress, watching her face closely and glancing at Jerry to check he was still smiling.
He was.
Liam peeled the fabric down to her waist and murmured at the sight of her breasts wobbling slightly into exposure.
“Oh my word,” he gasped in a whisper.
Lana’s nipples stiffened immediately as she absorbed his response to the sight of her.
Slowly, she bent down to place the tray on the table. As she stood straight again, the dress fell down to the floor.
She beamed a smile at him and opened her arms in acquiescent display.
Liam couldn’t believe what was happening and dropped back onto the edge of the sofa, staring up at her in amazement.
“Do you like what you see?” Lana asked him.
“Oh God, yes!” he panted.
Lana moved slowly and deliberately to stand inches in front of him, pushing her hips slightly forward.
“Do you want to take my thong off too?” she asked.
He couldn’t speak, but began pulling it down. Lana just stood still and let him get it to her feet, then stepped out of it.
“What do you want me to do next?” she asked.
Liam glanced at Jerry to find him with his trousers open and stroking his erection. It was the confirmation he needed that this really was all ok.
“Take my clothes off please,” he said to Lana.
Smiling like a happy cat, she knelt down and removed his clothing, uttering approval of the extremely hard state his cock was in as she yanked to get his underwear off.
“And now?” she asked, resting her elbows on his knees.
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Lana couldn’t have known how far the ripples emanating from her weekend at Claire’s were going to travel.
Liam and Jerry had been friends through work for some time having recognised some things they had in common, including their choice of partners.
It had to be said, though, that if Jerry had been a little dominated by Lana, Liam was positively hen-pecked by his Thelma.
Liam, ever attentive to those around him, started noticing a subtle change in Jerry’s demeanour. It was a gradual process; subtle and hard to pin-point. But it was there.
About two months after Lana’s weekend at Claire’s, a troubled Liam asked Jerry to join him for a beer and coldly told Jerry that Thelma had had sex with another man.
“When? And with whom? Do you know?” asked Jerry.
“Oh, I know him,” Liam answered. “Martin. He lives at the far end of our street!”
“Oh! Shit… that’s… I mean…”
“Awkward?” suggested Liam.
“Well… I mean, but it shouldn’t be! Not for you anyway. You’re the wronged party here, right?”
Liam hardly seemed to notice Jerry’s words. “It’s humiliating,” he said coldly.
“How did you find out?” Jerry asked further. “Is it just the one time, or…?”
“A few times, now, apparently. At least, that’s what she told me.”
“So… she just told you? Or did you catch them?”
“Nope. She even told me she was going to do it. I didn’t believe her. I thought it was just her… being her, with me, you know. Every time we drove or walked past his house, if he was there to greet us, she would say things afterwards like, ‘One day soon, I’m gonna have him fuck me.’
“She meant it. Didn’t try to hide it or anything. The other evening, she got herself dressed up to go out. She does that when her girls get together. But it was a bit more… a bit sexier, her outfit, this time. I asked if was a girl’s night and she just said, plainly, ‘Nope. Not tonight.’
“She came back about 2 am. And she just told me straight. ‘I’ve been at Martin’s and, my god, does he know how to pleasure a woman.’”
“Blunt!” Jerry commented.
“Thing is, though…” Jerry said slowly and looking a little embarrassed, “I was upset, true. But then I asked her how he had pleased her.
“I just thought, maybe I could learn some things and then do them for her myself. But… I actually started enjoying what she was telling me, including… when she said I’d never be able to fuck her like Martin did.”
Over the next few weeks, so he told me, Liam dropped into the life of a cuckold; allowing Martin and a couple of friends to visit the house and have vigorous sex with Thelma. Sometimes he was allowed to watch. Other times, just listen from another room.
Twice, Thelma told him to drive her to one of the friends and wait in the car outside while she went in for ‘the servicing he could never be able to deliver’, as she put it.
Jerry even came to me and asked what he should do about it. I said that I couldn’t treat anyone by proxy but perhaps he could ‘warn’ his friend that humiliation and pleasure share the same centre in the brain and can become addictive.
“Basically, though, if he chooses to live that way, we can’t stop him,” I reminded Jerry. “But something else; are you comparing your situation with Lana to his?”
He was, though favourably, he assured me.
Jerry had talked with Lana and decided to set up the evening he was relating to me, to see what would happen..
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“What do you want me to do now?” Lana asked again when Liam could only stare at this gorgeous face so close to his erect member. He still couldn’t answer.
She bent so that her mouth was poised right at the head; without yet touching but knowing he would be able to feel her breath on it.
“May I?” she asked.
“Thelma would kill me for this,” he said.
Lana slid her body up his, making sure her breasts kept plenty of pressure on him and whispered in his ear, “Thelma is not here and I would looove to feel you in my mouth… if you’ll let me… please?”
Any resistance disintegrated within him and he nodded.
“Mmmm… Thank you, Sir…” she purred and slid back down to take him.
For the next few minutes, she slowly and languidly explored his cock, sliding from different angles, tasting the length with long strokes of her tongue and all the while uttering approval; how she loved his stiffness, the taste of his precum, how he filled her mouth with his hard flesh.
“Thelma never says anything like this,” he observed, almost tearfully. “She only ever…” but Lana cut him off by suddenly sliding up his body again and planting a long kiss on his lips.
“Well… I don’t know about her but, Liam, I love how hard your beautiful cock is… and how it feels to lick and suck on it. Can you feel how wet you’ve made me?” she said and guided his hand down to her folds so he could see for himself.
She let his hand stay there and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him again.
“Ahhh! Yes!” she cried, pressing her forehead to his. “That’s right, Liam… push those fingers inside me. Oh God, that feels so good! Mmmm! Yes!”
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“Liam’s face was a picture!” Jerry laughed as he described the evening further to me. “You should have seen him!”
“I’m sure,” was my non-commital answer to him as I watched him re-immerse himself in the memory.
“Liam then pulled her up so he could suck on her nipples. She pulled his head tight into her breasts and kept talking to him; encouraging him.
“‘Yes! Suck my nipples while you finger-fuck me… please. Rub my clitoris with your thumb while your fingers are in me… Oh Liam! You’re amazing!’ and so on. She was great!
“We had said that Lana might have to fake an orgasm. We really didn’t know what to expect.
“But she didn’t have to fake anything… God, no. She came loudly and absolutely genuinely!”
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As her orgasm subsided, she let her body sink into Liam’s accompanied by satisfied purring and soft moans.
“Oh wow… Thank you, Liam,” she smiled at him. “What can I do to thank you, I wonder?”
Jerry was smiling agreement from his vantage point.
“You’re not just, you know… saying that?” he asked of both. Two heads shaking vehemently, confirmed that they meant it.
The doorbell rang.
“Oh!” jumped Liam, grabbing a cushion to cover his still rigid erection. Jerry and Lana just chuckled.
“It’s ok,” Jerry told him. “You’re pretty much already fitting the dress-code for this evening!”
“What? You mean, you’re expecting … whoever it is?”
“Lana, Honey, would you answer the door?” requested Jerry.
Liam watched Lana’s naked form waltz to the door and open it.
“Oooh! Look at you already!” Clark commented as she brazenly held the door wide open for him. “And, if I’m not mistaken, I think someone has just had an orgasm,” he smirked as he stepped in and kissed her cheek.
“What makes you say that?” winked Lana, closing the door and standing with her back against it.
“Well, apart from the flushed cheeks and big eyes…” he answered, stepping forwards and placing his fingers between her labia.
Lana gasped as his flingers slid slowly inside her, then out again, covered in her juice. He brought them to his mouth and declared his evidence.
Lana smiled watching him.
Clark was still licking his fingers as they entered the living room proper and wanted to know who had managed to get such delicious juices flowing.
“All Liam’s work,” Jerry praised.
“Well done, sir!” chuckled Clark.
Liam was too stunned to answer and clutched the cushion to his groin.
Clark and Jerry went and chatted in the kitchen a while, leaving Lana sitting beside Liam and stroking his hair gently.
“Are you ok… really?” she asked softly. “We want you to enjoy this, you know but… if it’s too much…?”
“I… I don’t know how to answer that,” he began. This is something I’ve never even dreamed about! And with Thelma… Not a chance in hell.”
“And yet you’ll even drive her to her lover and wait for her.”
“I know… I know… I don’t know why. It hurts… and yet … it turns me on too.”
“Well, that’s all fine if you choose it,” soothed Lana. “We just wondered what would happen if you were offered an alternative experience, that’s all.”
“So… I’m what? An experiment?” he asked, alarmed.
“Hmmm… No. Not really. Or… if there is an experiment going on here, it’s yours and we are your test subjects,” she smiled.
“But I want to promise you something.”
“What?” he wondered.
She moved close to his ear again and softly told him how real and how gorgeous the orgasm he’d given her was.
“And if you want to give me another one, that’s fine by me!” she chuckled. “You may need to wait a bit… but the evening is still young.”
“Wait a bit?” queried Liam.
“Yes… I suspect that when Clark and Jerry come back in a moment, they will want to fuck me.
“You’re welcome to watch… Or you can soak in the hot tub while they have me… It’s entirely up to you.”
Lana had suspected correctly.
“We’d like to borrow Lana for a while if that’s ok with you, Liam,” Clark said as they wandered back in.
“Umm… sure…” Liam answered.
“Are you sure?” asked Lana. “I’m not Thelma, remember?”
“No, I know but… I can’t just… how d’you mean??” he faded off.
“Can’t just what?” pressed Lana. “Say no to them? Keep me to yourself?”
“Exactly!” confirmed Liam.
“But… tonight, that’s precisely what you can do if you want. Right now, at this moment, I’m still yours.”
“Oh my God…” he breathed. He glanced up at Jerry and Clark, who merely confirmed Lana’s words.
Liam stared at Lana for a moment, examining her patient expression and finally said, “Let me watch you with them.”
She squashed her breasts into his chest and kissed him.
“Mmmm, thank you,” she winked and moved to stand between the two men, facing Clark, but looking at Liam with a broad smile.
The two men pressed themselves into her, causing her mouth to fall open and her nipples to harden.
Liam’s manhood…
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“Actually, that’s an interesting point,” Jerry said suddenly. “He said that was the first time he could ever remember thinking of his dick as ‘his manhood’”
“Significant, I’d say, yes,” I agreed. “What happened next?”
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Liam’s manhood, as he could now think of it, followed suit as he watched Lana relish the four hands exploring all over her, how she kissed Clark while Jerry kissed her neck and fondled her breasts.
He marvelled at how this foreplay moved on to Lana being on her knees between them, and sometimes checking over to Liam as she devoured their erections.
Lana was encouraged by the sight of Liam hurling the cushion away at one point and openly masturbating as the foreplay led into the men taking turns in her pussy and mouth simultaneously.
When Lana finally returned to snuggle into Liam’s side his head span at the heady mixed scent of male and female essence that her skin exuded.
“Did you enjoy watching?” she asked. “Did it make you happy?” she wanted to know as she stroked his erection.
“I’m going to cum!” he gasped.
“Oh! Tell me what you want me to do!” she urged. “Do you wanna cum on my tits? In my mouth? Tell me what you want, Baby”
With a gargantuan effort, he managed to suppress his orgasm and told her he wanted to wait a moment.
“Take me to the hot tub,” he told her.
With a knowing smile, she stood, took his hand and led him outside and into the warm water.
Cuddling in beside him, she asked if she could stroke him again. Permission was granted.
“Mmmm, she purred into his ear, pressing her cum-laden breasts into his side. “Tell me what you want, Liam. You know they only fucked me because you said it was ok. I’m still yours for the evening.”
“I… That… That’s still a difficult idea for me to get my head around,” he stammered. “It’s like… a dream… not really me. This doesn’t happen… to me.”
“But it is happening,” she countered, kissing his neck. “Do you want me, here in the water? I would so love you to just… take me!”
Liam started caressing her back and the side of one breast. She moaned approval.
“It’s just… I can’t… make you feel what they made you feel,” he said, dejectedly.
“There’s only one way you can know that,” she argued softly, continuing her exploration of his neck and erection. “I will go, if you tell me to. But… I know what I’d rather you tell me to do.”
“I… Oh God!” he answered, screwing his eyes shut in agony.
Suddenly, he grabbed her and pulled her to straddle him. Pulling her down, his cock drove directly and deeply into her and she cried out with utter bliss.
“Oh God Liam! Oh thank you!” she gasped. Oh Wow! God, that feels so good!”
Her voice spurred him on intensely. Firmly grabbing her hips, he gyrated her pussy on him and sucked hungrily on her fleshy breasts and hard nipples.
Then he told her to sit on the edge of the tub with her legs open wide. She gladly complied and he drove hard into her again.
A few minutes later, his lust demanded a move to gain deeper entry. He pushed her onto her back and hooked her knees with his elbows, opening her as wide as she could be.
Again he thrusted into her, thoroughly relishing the extra depth this position gave him.
And all the while, Lana kept telling him how amazing he was.
“Where do you want me to cum?” he panted at one point.
“I’m yours, Baby!” she cried. “Cum inside me… on me… in my mouth… wherever you feel like. I’m yours!”
She wrapped her arms even tighter around his neck as he drove deep into her one last time and buried his face in her neck as he exploded inside her.
She came with him.
They lay quietly, still entwined, as a few little aftershocks accompanied their drift back to Earth.
Only when Liam finally lifted his head, did he notice Clark and Jerry leaning in the doorframe, smiling broadly. They raised their glasses.
“Nicely done, Liam!” praised Clark.
He finally withdrew from Lana and they all went into the lounge. Lana stayed close to Liam.
“I’m still yours if there’s anything else you want from me,” she said gently.
“Ummm… God, I can’t think of how this night could get any better!” he laughed. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“So… you’re feeling good?” Jerry checked.
“Amazing!” enthused Liam. “But… also a bit… confused.”
“Yeah… I can get that,” agreed Jerry. “But as long as you feel good in that confusion, that’s fine.”
“God knows how Thelma is going to react when I tell her this,” he said cautiously.
“Does she have to know?” wondered Clark.
“Oh yes… she does,” he replied. “I think… if it’s not rude, I’d like to go now and try to make sense of what’s just happened,” he smiled.
“Whatever you say,” Jerry assured him. “We’re here if you need us.”
“Thank you… I… just, wow. Thank you!” Liam concluded, still dazed.
“You know, if you’re going, you need to hand me back to Jerry,” Lana smiled at him. “Otherwise I’m still yours and he won’t know what else he can do with me.”
“Ummm… Wow… this is both beautiful and weird all at once!” Liam chuckled.
All smiled and nodded. Lana whispered one last thing in his ear as he told her she was free to go back to Jerry.
“It must feel good, handing me back to my husband, knowing my pussy is still filled with your cum.”
Liam left, with his head spinning to try and absorb all that the evening had meant for him.
