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(In Round Robin – Round 01 & Round Robin – Round 02, my wife Katie and I agreed to spend a weekend in New Orleans with two couples, Robin and Ken, and Ted and Annie in an opulent 6 bedroom, 3-story house built in the 1850’s that we found on Airbnb. It was updated and designed to cater to swingers. Ken originally planted the seed of the idea to hand his wife over to us other two guys to have our way with her, if we agreed to reciprocate by lending our women out the same way for a sexy round robin. In this final round, my wife Katie is the last to go. The story picks up here at the end of Round 02.)

THE MORNING AFTER

It’s 11 a.m. and no one has even stirred yet.

By the time Katie and crew got home last night, everyone had retreated to their own spaces, I’m assuming staying up late to fill their partners in on the dirty details as we did. Katie was pleasantly shocked when she heard how far Annie went with Ken and kept insisting she was going to text and summon him because she wanted to see his big dick right then. I told her she could see it soon enough and to leave him alone. She cackled and teased me about missing my chance to fuck Annie and gloating that she wouldn’t be making the same mistake on her turn.

By 1 p.m. everyone finally made their way downstairs looking a bit disheveled. We walked around the corner together to have a late Sunday brunch. Being in the same house for the whole weekend with these crazy shared experiences has surprisingly relieved the typical social tension. I would have thought it would make things more awkward but it’s having the opposite effect.

“Come sit over here by me. I’ve heard some really good things about you,” Katie tells Ken as she guides his forearm and pats the chair next to her.

“It’s all true,” Annie laughs.

“I’ve heard good things about you too,” Katie teases.

“That’s all true too,” Annie responds meeting her tit for tat.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” Katie announces to the table and laughs at her own reference.

“Oh you will,” adds Ted.

“Oh my God, Y’all just woke up,” I interject with a bit of envy.

“Testy, testy,” says Katie calling me out on my obvious jealousy.

We order and continue the chit-chat, teasing with sex-infused commentary throughout the leisurely meal. We decide to walk the several blocks to the French Quarter, browsing the shops and galleries along the way. Ted suggests bringing us all to a sex shop.

“Ted wants me to pick out my own dildo for the fucking machine,” Katie informs us.

“We have a duffel bag full!” I point out.

“It’s gotta be a Vac-u-lock,” Ted adds.

“And I can’t imagine Annie wants to share hers,” Katie insists.

“Husbands yes, dildos no,” Robin chimes in.

The group laughs at the sheer truth of the statement as I shake my head at the scene I’m witnessing. Here we are, the six of us shopping for a dildo together, holding them up one at a time in an unofficial competition while Katie gives them a thumbs up or down.

“How about this?” Ted asks proudly holding up a huge thick red one encased in a rigid plastic clamshell package.

“The Cherry Bomb,” he adds with excitement like he’s selling it on QVC.

“Oh my God,” Katie says scrunching her face as she assesses her interest and computes her cunt’s calculus.

“I think it’s actually bigger than Ken if that’s possible,” throwing my two cents in.

“Thanks man, you’re giving me so much love,” Ken seems touched by the free promo.

“Total length Seven point one inches, Insertable length 6 point 7 inches, and Maximum insertable circumference 6.91 inch girth!” Ted continues his enthusiasm while eagerly regaling us and reading every word on the package.

“Vac-u-lock and F-Machine compatible. This is the one,” He goes on.

“Here’s a bigger version,” adds Annie, “the B-10 Tango.”

“No way,” Katie protests, “now that’s toooo big.”

“I didn’t think that was a thing,” I retorted with a hint of challenge.

“I’m not saying I’d pass it up if it was on a real stud, but on that machine, it could kill me,” she surrendered.

Ted passes the fat 7″ inch package to her for a closer look. It’s huge and has essentially three heads in succession on a super thick shaft.

“I can do it,” Katie says with confidence as she hands it back to Ted like a handshake deal.

“I’ll buy it for you,” I offer, as what looks like my only involvement in the night ahead.

“No, no, she’s my date, I got it,” Ted pulls it back in a game of keep away.

This is certainly a first, (as far as I know) another guy buying my wife a dildo, and one that he plans on using with her, tonight.

Katie continues to shop and hands me various things to hold for her, a leather collar, a pair of vinyl shorts, velcro hand restraints with a lead rope attached.

“We’re gonna need a shopping cart soon,” I comment, “We do have a whole bag of this stuff at home.”

“I know, just need a few extra trinkets,” Katie reassures me insisting it’s all necessary. etimesgut escort

At the checkout, everyone seems to have found a trove of things they couldn’t live without. Realizing how far we’ve ended up walking, and now with bags to carry, we order an UberXL to take us back to the house. The minivan buzzes with excitement as the girls peek into their bags admiring their kill.

THE NEW DEAL

Once back at the house everyone retreats to privacy. I’m happy sitting in my kingsized bed, a light breeze blowing through the sheer curtains of the floor to ceiling windows while watching Katie analyze and study her wardrobe choices for the evening. She holds up a black silk jumper in one hand and pair after pair of shoes in the other letting me vote on which ones go best.

“How do you like these?” she asks.

“Very fuckable.”

My top pick is a pair of black pointy-toed mules with a big wooden wedge and black leather back strap, revealing her sexy ankle and heel while hiding her perfectly painted toes.

“Yes, you’d definitely look hot in those,” I affirm.

She bends over and points her ass my way and wiggles her hips side to side taunting me.

“Oh my God, I’m already so horny,” she rubs in, getting off on teasing me and making me squirm.

“Me too,” I add, resigned to my weak position and allowing myself to be toyed with by her.

She’s loving the power of it. I think in some ways getting to torment me is more fun for her than the anticipation of actually having sex with someone else.

“Poor baby,” she piles on with fake empathy, “if only you could join us, or at least watch.”

I perk up at the thought. This was not the deal, however. The other guys handed over their wives and stayed out of it. Katie strips and lets her clothes fall to the ground as she heads to take a shower and begin her long pre-date ritual. Pausing briefly before entering the bathroom door,

“Maybe,” she says seductively, “we can work something out.”

I like the sound of that. It sparks my long-held fantasy to see her get fucked by another guy or team of guys. She’s a schemer, and if anyone can make it happen, she can. She slips into the bathroom giving me a final wink as she slowly shuts the door. I kick back to relax and try to read, but it’s impossible to concentrate with my mind spinning with possibilities, wondering what this devious girl might come up with. Something, anything, would be better than missing this opportunity.

I never know what she’s doing in the bathroom that takes her so long to get ready but resigned myself years ago to entertain myself and let her have all the time she needs.

After what seems like a very long wait I hear the bathroom door open and eagerly pop up to pick up the conversation where we left off. She barely looks my way like she forgot what we were even talking about.

“So…?” I prompt.

She looks back at me confused. I’m not sure if she’s playing dumb to force me to say something or she really lost the thread of the conversation.

“Did you think of a way to work something out?”

“Oh, that’s why you’re sitting up like a little puppy,” she retorts.

“Is it fair to everyone else to even ask if I can play?” I ask.

“Nobody cares. The girls are in power here. I know y’all think you’re clever with this ‘wife trade’ thing, but it wouldn’t be happening unless we were pulling the strings,” She asserts confidently, “this is my night, I can do what I want.”

“For you though, the price of admission might be pretty high,” she adds teasingly, “there’d be some harsh conditions you wouldn’t like.”

Wow. Ok. Is all I can think. Katie’s always a bit bossy and almost always gets what she wants, but I’ve never witnessed this much matter-of-fact bravado about it.

“I know what you guys want,” she throws out in a “leave-it-to-me” tone. I get the feeling she lets me think things are my idea while she’s already decided. Whatever. I drop the subject and have faith it’ll all work out like it’s supposed to.

DEALER’S CHOICE

There wasn’t that much to do, but Katie encouraged me to help her get dressed for her threesome date. She slipped on the silky black jumper that she’d picked out. I noticed she stepped into it totally naked with no panties or bra. Her pussy was barely an inch or two from the bottom cuff of the short pant legs and the plunging neckline barely hid her tits bobbling inside the semi-sheer material which narrowed as it went up over her shoulder creating the strap around her neck. Each boob was barely being contained in its own sheer tiny black tent.

I dutifully rubber-stamped all of her jewelry choices, black rhinestone choker, bracelets etc. And had already weighed in on the platform mules that made her a bit taller than me.

“Wow, you look hot!” I acknowledge.

“I AM Hot!” she proclaims.

She is hot. I’m shaking my head, thinking what I’d give to fuck her right now? I follow her into the hallway heading downstairs to meet up with the others etlik escort to devise the plan for the night.

“Oh, go grab that Hustler bag on the chair upstairs,” she instructs. I run back up to do her bidding and quickly catch up so as not to miss anything.

“Let me talk to the girls for a minute,” she asks noticing them both outside beside the pool while motioning me off in another direction.

I find the guys in the kitchen all dressed up and ready for their night out, getting a head start with a drink. I’m no longer feeling very loving toward them, now it’s envy and jealousy, more like “you lucky motherfuckers.”

“You lucky motherfuckers!” I can’t hold back.

They bust out laughing and toast each other.

“Katie is hot to go, wait ’til you see her.”

They don’t seem to know quite how to respond.

“Really guys, I’ve been fucking her for decades, and she’s never looked hotter than she does tonight.”

They look at each other with glee and clink their glasses together. We keep to awkward chit-chat while waiting for the Katie to come back and get things started. Ken and Ted annoyingly keep thinking of reasons to toast each other in giddy anticipation.

“Y’all celebrating something?” Katie asks chiding them a bit as the girl gang walks in and catches them.

“To the good life,” Ted cheers holding up his glass in their direction.

Katie walks up to Ted and points her finger into his chest, “Oh it’s going to be good alright. I’m going to give you just what you want.”

She turns to Ken pointing at him, “and don’t worry, I’m going to give you just what you need,”

and finally twists around toward me, “And you…hmmm, you’re not getting much.”

Annie and Robin laugh out loud.

Katie continues, “so,” she takes the Hustler bag from me and hands it to Ken, “you’re going to be changing into this.”

Turning back to me, “The girls have instructions for you, which you’ll get soon enough, and Ted, you’ll be taking me out for that good time.”

“What’s Ken doing?” I ask slightly confused.

“He can come too if he’s willing to wear that out,” she laughs as Ken pulls the skimpy vinyl shorts and collar from his goodie bag.

“We’ve been here three days and no one has even used the cage in the living room, I just know Ken’s going to love it in there,” she says with delight as Ken holds up his slaveboy outfit in disbelief.

“Oh c’mon Ken, you can be my first dominatrix client ever. I’m not even going to charge you,” she adds. “Go change.”

I’m a little embarrassed for him, if only because he seems singled out. Katie picks up on it, looks toward me and adds, “oh don’t you worry, you’re going to get yours too.” Whatever that means. Honestly, I am a bit scared. She’s on a roll here.

When Ken returns, shirtless in his collar, tiny shiny shorts, and still wearing his dark socks, he’s quite a sight as everyone mockingly jeers and tells him how cute he is. Katie walks up to him and plasters her hand on his dick sausage bulging down the leg of his shorts. She grabs the velcro wrist restraints laying on the kitchen counter and cuffs him, then begins to drag him off by the connected lead rope toward the living area. She swings open the door of three-foot tall cage and guides him to crawl inside, using the accompanying padlock to lock him in.

She kneels down and leans in with a low voice, “Don’t worry, I’m going to make it all worth your while.”

This is not the night Ken was expecting, but in his usual upbeat manner seems willing to make the best of it and trust Katie will deliver something good. She stands up straddles the corner of the thigh-high metal cage with her back toward the rest of us and squats down in Ken’s direction.

“Here you can have one kiss.”

Ken cranes his head up straining to get his face through the bars as Katie pulls the crotch of her jumper aside while sitting on the corner of the cage. No one can contain their laughter at the hilarity of the scene and Katie’s boldness.

“You can let him play with his phone until I return,” she relays to Robin as she dismounts and walks toward our chuckling group.

Katie grabs Ted’s arm and pulls him toward the front door, “okay, be back later. Thanks girls for taking care of my boys. I owe you.”

Poof, in a whirlwind Katie and Ted vanish while the rest of us stand there absorbing this unexpectedly odd scene wondering what we are going to do while we wait.

“Your turn,” Annie pipes up as she hands me a folded piece of notepaper.

I open it instantly to recognize Katie’s handwriting:

Here’s the deal

A) You can have the night off and hang out with your girlfriends, smoke pot, whatever, and when I get home I’ll play with my new boyfriends alone,

OR

B) I’ll let you watch and be the official photographer if and only if you can abide by the following (harsh – ha ha!) conditions:

Note: Break any rule and the deal is off.

No flash, no video, just still shots with your eve gelen escort phone.

Turn off your iCloud – no sharing, no texting.

I’ll decide if you can keep any.

Must stay in the playroom jail until it’s over.

Must wear your Cock cage the whole night.

I’ll take it off after everything is over.

Love,

Sweet and generous Katie!

p.s. See, I told you I could work it out.

p.p.s. Robin and Annie are deputized and will be in charge until I get back. Do As They Say!

Annie and Robin stand there smirking as they wait for me to finish reading.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Annie asks before I can fully process.

“One from A and two from B?” I answer with a lilt.

She gives me the “it’s not funny look”.

“Of course I’ve gotta watch,” I surrender.

“Okay, well let’s get your uniform then,” Annie suggests.

“Now?” I ask a bit incredulously.

“Now or never!” she emphasizes firmly. It’s obvious the girls have made a solidarity pact and are honoring it with enthusiasm.

She marches me up the stairs to my bedroom and stands at the door watching me like a prison guard while I dig through my sex bag to retrieve the male chastity cage. It’s quite a chore to get this thing on; I have to lube my penis and squish it down inside the transparent hard-plastic tube, then clamp and lock it to the attachable cock ring that spreads and squeezes my balls front and center in a package deal. Erections are not possible, just painful attempts cut short by the unyielding cage. I put my Calvin’s back on, delicately pulling up my jeans to find a parking spot down one leg for my restricted goods.

“Hey, what are you doing? No pants!” Annie barks.

“NO PANTS?” I ask.

“Strip,” Annie commands.

I pull my jeans back off and stand for a moment.

“Underwear too. Come closer I wanna see your little toy,” She impatiently orders.

It’s somehow more embarrassing being seen in this emasculating cage than being completely naked. I dutifully obey and stand in the full glory of male chastity; small, trapped, useless, and somewhat humiliated.

“Cute!” she says unimpressed while holding out her hand, palm up.

“Key!” she demands. I reach down and pull the rabbit’s foot keychain from the pocket of my crumpled up jeans on the floor and hand her the mini-padlock key to my manhood.

“Now come on,” she commands.

Compared to this, Ken’s got a better deal with his outfit, at least he has shorts.

“She said you can bring your phone too,” she relays while preparing to march me once again, this time up to the 3rd floor playroom; a converted and totally remodeled attic with the same plush Victorian style of the rest of the house. The slanted ceilings and dormers create an interesting variety of accessories, playspaces, and possibilities. One cubby has two king-sized beds wedged side by side into it with strategically placed mirrors for participants to see themselves in action. A leather sling hangs from two of the massive exposed natural wood rafters and a clawfoot tub sits out in the open room near a window. Most importantly for me, a very small closet slanted on top from the angled line of the roof has been converted into a minimum security jail cell complete with a barred light metal door. This would be my novel new home for the evening.

“Here you go!” Annie swings the jail door open, gesturing to enter.

“This wood floor is cold, can I have a blanket?” I plead.

“I’ll see,” she says.

“You gonna come back, maybe smoke with me?” I ask, testing my privileges.

“Hmmm, you’re pushing it,” she retorts as she locks the cell door.

She steps back, snaps a photo of her capture, spins, and disappears down the stairs. With nothing to do now, I resort to my phone noticing only a half charge. I don’t want to waste my battery before picture taking time. Maybe I can negotiate a charger from my captors.

After 20 minutes with no sign of Annie or a blanket, I’m starting to doubt.

“Ding” a text message pops up. It’s a photo of Katie’s food from the restaurant sent as a group text to me and Ken.

“Hi boys! Just wanted to let you know I’m OK and thinking about you in case you were worried,” Read the caption.

“Ding” the next photo was a selfie of her hand on Ted’s crotch – no caption.

I can hear her laughing while she sent that one.

We continue to receive selfies of them eating appetizers and drinking cocktails. I know her limit is two drinks. She says she gets horny as soon as the alcohol kicks in, that it’s wired directly to her pussy. Once she starts drinking it’s always a short window between the fun and the crash. Start the clock. I hope Ted knows he better get her back here sooner rather than later.

“We’re hungry please send food!” I text back to her.

“I said no texting. One more time and you’re done.” She instantly responds.

I thought that meant sex photos but I don’t dare remark.

CONJUGAL VISITS

Another half hour passes with no new texts. I can hear someone coming up the stairs, it’s Annie with a blanket rolled up under her arm. I was hoping for some food.

“Want some of this?” she sweetly asks holding out a vape pen.

“yeah, thanks” thinking Okay, now this is more like it.

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