Getting on the bed, I pumped a double dollop of lotion into my hand, tentatively placing my creamy palm on the head of that impressive member. As I played my fingers over it, coating it with a rolling motion of my enclosing palm, Beau actually moaned…a moan that continued as I gripped his cock and moved my hand slowly to its base, then slowly back up its full length.
Blondie gleefully chirped, “Ça fait du bien n’est-ce pasbébé (Feels good doesn’t it, baby)?”
I suddenly realized the conniving little bitch was setting me up, speaking French to Beau to put me in the position of having to repeat “Feels good doesn’t it,” to him, intensifying my servile, beta male role and his superior alpha male virility in this undeniably homoerotic part of our little game. When he didn’t reply, she bent down and kissed him tenderly, persisting in her game with a whispered,
“Est-ce que ça fait du bien bébé (Does it feel good baby)? est-ce que tu aimes ça (do you like it)?” again compelling me to be the one, through translation, to make those most intimate inquiries. When he finally groaned his affirmation that it did, in fact, feel very good, she twisted her head back to me with a smug smile and gave me a pronounced “told you so” wink, saying,
“Give it a few more strokes to get it good an’ hard then put it in me, Dickie boy.”
I followed her instruction and began jacking him off more briskly, noting that Beau was reflexively lifting his hips ever so slightly in subtle response. Blondie saw that and cooed,
“Well, well, now, I do believe your boss likes that hand job his employee’s givin’ him, Dickie boy, an’ we both know that you like givin’ it to him, n’est-ce pas (don’t we)?”
She scratched my scalp lightly with her long nails, saying mockingly, “Go ahead an’ jack ‘im off for a coupla minutes, sugar, since you’re both enjoyin’ it.” Shifting her soft bottom further up his abdomen giving me more room, she finally lifted her leg over me and lay down beside Beau.
“Mama can wait a little bit, while my mon mari cocu has a little fun. I don’t mind in the least watchin’ Dickie boy prime that pump a little for me, hmm, sweetie? We’ll let him get those big balls back to work producin’ another load a’ that hot stuff for me, okay, baby?”
It pains me a bit to admit it, but she was right that in my stoned state I was enjoying the obvious homoeroticism and dominance/submission aspects of giving my young boss a handjob with my wife watching. Beau’s moans and thrusts were indisputable indications of his acceptance of the undeniable bisexual aspects of what we were doing, and to have her just lying there watching us with that knowing smile on her face, definitely kicked the level of depravity up another notch.
Reaching over, she turned his face to hers and kissed him then murmured, “He makin’ you feel good, baby?” and when he moaned his agreement she tittered, “Well maybe we’ll just have to get him more involved, hmm?”
Looking directly into my eyes, she smiled wickedly and purred, “I think it would be awfully excitin’ to watch him suck that thing, you know, honey?”