Brad and Antwan Arrive

We have feverishly cleaned the house in preparation for Friday, and it's finally here. The doorbell rings and I answer it, clothed in only a chastity cage that I have worn since she made the date. Antwan is a little taken aback as he hands me his coat. He looks at Brad who says, "It's cool, Twan. He's gonna watch us have our way with his wife. He likes to watch. Ain't that right, dude?"

"You are correct." I reply as I usher the guests into the dining room, depositing their coats on a chair in the hall. Marie shows up wearing a see through blouse and no bra and a short skirt that doesn't cover up her ass standing up. She is wearing my favorite panties that are already wet from anticipation. Dinner is devoured quickly and everyone heads for the living room. Marie sits on the couch, flanked by her two studs. Brad has already removed her blouse and is sucking greedily on her chest. Antwan is whispering things in Marie's ear while his hand is cupping her panty clad mons. I am sitting across from them, watching and waiting. My cock is getting uncomfortable. It wants to expand, but cannot. This is a constant reminder of who is in charge, and it certainly isn't me.

Antwan's whisperings cause Marie to giggle, "That's so naughty, Antwan!" she says, "But I'm sure my husband would love it."