They had tried a few failed attempts at cuckolding and had never managed to find the right person who felt comfortable taking the lead with both of them. They wanted to try the world of as it appealed to them as something that they would both like. They had met single guys in clubs and tried to cajole them into humiliating Paul but these guys found it difficult and it always ended with a bit of a flat feeling because they hadn't expanded their horizons.
One day Vicky said, I want to try something that I think you'll like but you are going to have to bear with me and let me arrange something. Can we agree this is just part of our experimentation and I can have your blessing to sort something out - if it doesn't work then we just won't repeat it. The next few days were a flurry of activity on fab and texts on their play phone but then things moved on and nothing happened. Paul resisted the temptation to look at what was going on but he was fascinated at first then it just slipped his mind.
One night Vicky was going out with a friend and Paul was settling down for a night in front of the TV when at about 9pm his phone rang. Vicky's number came up on the caller ID and Paul quickly answered with a 'Hi babe', he was shocked when a male voice replied with a, 'don't call me babe, my name is Don, you might remember me from the night we spent at Chameleons. I hooked up with Vicky and let you watch the action'. Paul remembered Don, Vicky had loved their meet up with him and the sight of the two of them had been very horny. 'But why are you ringing from Vicky's number?' Paul stammered, 'where is she?'. The response was short but pretty clear, 'listen, for now all you need to know is that the rooms here at the travelodge are quite nice and Vicky wants you to know that she's fine. She wants a proper cock tonight not your half sized version. We will call you every 15 minutes to let you know how good things are going. She got her mouth full at the moment but wants to remind you that you said she could arrange an adventure. Speak in 15!'. With that the call ended.
Paul was a bit in turmoil and to his shame became aroused at the thought of what was going on. He quickly checked and according to the find iPhone app - she was firmly entrenched in the travelodge in central Birmingham.
The minutes felt like hours waiting for 9:15 call and the sexual tension inside Paul was killing him, he was aroused, curious, excited and a bit embarrassed that he felt this way. The phone rang. 'Hi', he said, 'Hi, it's Vicky. Listen and don't talk as I don't want to waste any time here', as she finished the sentence she gasped the type of gasp she only gave in certain situations. Paul was left in no doubt what she was doing. 'Let me describe the situation' she said between gentle gasps and low moans. 'But..', he started to reply until she shut him up instantly, 'listen Paul I told you to button it, you've now lost out on me describing the scene here. Go and play with your pencil dick whilst I enjoy the delights of Don. Call you in another15 and next time do as you're told'. Again he could hear the gentle moans and could imagine what was happening. His cock hardened and he took it between his thumb and forefinger and started to relieve himself. Then a familiar tone came up on his phone for a text, 'changed my mind, no relieving yourself or you get no phone call. Put it away. Vicky. X'. |
