Sliding an arm under her thighs and the other around her waist, Beau leaned forward and rose to his feet, lifting my 115 pound wife effortlessly, causing her to squeal delightedly before kissing him again as he lay her gently on the bed. Scooting across the spread, she patted it, saying,
“C’mon an’ lay down, baby…let me do this my way, okay? I wanna let mon petit cocu share this special moment by helpin’ us get started, lover.”
Beau responded, “You keep using that word, cuckoo and those words, moan petty cuckoo and Rick hasn’t translated them for me—what do they mean, baby?”
Straddling his thighs, Blondie took his almost fully erect cock in hand and chuckled,
“No, honey, it’s mon petit cocu,” and spelled it for him. “It’s French for my little cuckold.”
That left us in a momentary and awkward silence which she broke with, “It’s a little game we play when we have this kind of sexy little party an’ he’s watchin’ me an’ another guy. I rub his nose in it that he’s a cuckold, lettin’ his wife fuck other men an’ how much his wife enjoys fuckin’ other men…”
She tittered, “Which just happens to be true, very true, if you haven’t been able to tell.”
“It’s just a game, a little game that involves me bein’ in the dominant bitch role an’ talkin’ trash, humiliatin’ him in front of the guys I screw, makin’ him wait on us an’ help us out with certain things…” she said in a soothing voice, “Kinda like what I want him to do right now.”
Turning to me, she said, “Dickie boy, get that lotion outta the bathroom an’ bring it in here.”
I knew what was coming, because we’d done it with her big-dicked black lover in New Orleans and he had absolutely loved it…plus she’d mentioned it in the bathroom. But I wasn’t so sure Beau would be comfortable with his male employee rubbing expensive moisturizing lotion on his cock and then holding that cock in proper alignment while the employee’s gorgeous little slutwife impaled herself on it.
It took me a minute or so to find the emollient and when I stepped back into the room I started to protest as I approached the bed, saying, “Blondie, I don’t think this is such a good id…” when she interrupted, saying smugly,
“Just do it Dickie boy—I just explained to Beau that it makes me hot to have you put another man’s cock in me an’ that I think it would be really, an’ I mean really, hot to have my husband put his boss’s cock in me.”
She giggled, “Sure…he thinks we’re kinky but he’s cool with it. As I ‘splained to him, if we weren’t kinky, we wouldn’t even be here an’ I wouldn’t be here in his bed gettin’ ready to fuck him, now would I?”
Rising to her knees, she positioned herself over his cock, snickering, “Truth be told, cher, I think the idea of you puttin’ his cock in your wife kinda turns him on, too, ai-je raison (am I right), grand patron (big boss)?”
Her use of French left me in the position of having to translate, adding a bit to the embarrassment of having more of my sexual foibles revealed to my corporate superior. However, as I well knew, if you’re going to engage in kinky sex you must learn to disregard embarrassment.