Zach to the dungeon

I take the pen and the strip of paper. I don’t care what Courtney said. I’m not putting my own name on this piece of paper. At least not until I see what a night in the dungeon is like. I look between the women, and think about who I would like to see shackled on a bed. I’d love to fuck all of them.

But my eyes land on Courtney: her tan body, her fake tits, perfect makeup, her straight hair without a single strand out of place. Yeah. Her. I’d like to have her tied to a bed.

I write down Courtney.

I hand it to her to put it in the bowl. She reads it before dropping it in. She looks up at me, her eyes narrowing. Her contact enhanced bright green eyes stare into mine. They interrogate mine, trying to find out the reason I wrote her name. Was it because I liked her and wanted to spend time with her? Or did I hate her and wanted to see her locked up? She doesn’t call me out for cheating though.

She speaks to the group, “All right! Let’s go down to the basement and I’ll pick a name.”

Monica leans on me as we go downstairs. The **** has really gotten to her. She is no longer fun and horny. She is tired and miserable.

The door opens to the dungeon room, and the first thing I notice is the amount of mirrors. Full length mirrors on every wall. A mirror on the ceiling. Shit. That’s a lot of reflections. The center of the room holds a four post king sized bed. Attached to each post is a cord and leather shackle: one for every limb.

A table is lined with dildos, vibrators and various sizes of butt plugs. Next to the sex toys are bottles of lubes and massage oils. A wall of hooks holds various toys and tools for BDSM play.

I walk over to a small fridge and open it. Bottles of water. Gatorade. Pineapple juice. Champagne. Strawberries. Chocolate syrup. Cans of whipped cream.

I peek my head into the room’s attached bathroom. A sink, toilet and a claw-foot bathtub big enough for two.

Quite the romantic dungeon. Definitely not the creepy room I had in mind.

Courtney gathers us, “So whoever’s name is drawn has to stay in here all night. Anyone can visit them and have some fun. Any questions?”

“What if you don’t want to be locked up and spanked?” Katy asks, gesturing to the wall of paddles and whips.

“You don’t become a **** in this room. If you don’t want to do something, then you don’t have to do it. Everyone has to be respectful of that. We’re all friends here, and we’re here to have fun.” Courtney says looking around at everyone. She puts her hand in the bowl and pulls out a strip of paper.

She reads, “Zach will be the first one in the room.”

Zach laughs, “No problem. I’ll be the first. Someone has to promise to bring me some food tonight. No way I’ll survive on just strawberries.”

“I’ll bring you a banana split,” Nick jokes.

We all exit the room, leaving Zach in there. But before we go up, Phoebe stops and says, “I’m too curious. I have to find out about Zach’s dick now.”

Katy laughs, “Curiosity killed the cat.”

“Or in this case, curiosity is going to kill your pussy,” Nick adds, he pats Joey on the back. “Get an ice pack ready for when she comes out of there.”

Phoebe gives a little wave and heads into the room. Courtney says, “Hurry up and get upstairs! I want to watch her reaction to his dick.”

The group scurries upstairs. I help Monica up the stairs. I ask, “Do you want help getting to bed?”

Monica redirects the question to me, “Don’t you want to stay with the group and watch the show?”

She’s making me choose: help my drunk wife, or group watch Phoebe getting fucked my an enormous cock?