A Saturday to Remember

We left early in the afternoon for M's rendezvous with Allen. M took a long shower, and told me when she got out of the shower to check her pussy to see if she had done a good job shaving. Yes, she did a wonderful job. I inspected her pussy from all angles, and even took a bit of liberty in gently kissing her pussy several times. I didn't want to go too far though; Allen has told M that he doesn't want me to lick her pussy before she goes to see him.

M dithered a bit in selecting what she wanted to wear. She wanted to wear a dress, but couldn't seem to settle on which of her dresses she wanted. Ultimately she settled on a simple dress that looked for all the world like a super long shirt. It went to mid thigh, and was held closed in front with about a dozen snaps. It was incredibly arousing for me to see her wearing it because I knew that there was nothing underneath it...

M and I had talked a couple of times, beginning the day before - when I got back from my trip. The discussion was mainly about expectations. Obviously this was going to be the first time that I was present when M and Allen were together, and she was a bit nervous about it. She also confided that Allen was as well. As for me, there was no apprehension at all. Excitement? Absolutely. Through the roof excitement. I kept trying to reassure M that this wasn't about me, it was about her and Allen. I didn't want them to be artificial; I didn't want them to try to "put on a show" for me. I just wanted them to be themselves. Not sure I succeeded in that message, but at least it's what I tried to convey to her. But in our discussions, M also confirmed for me that both she and Allen wanted me to be very polite to him, and she also told me that she expected that I would do whatever either of them told me to do. I reassured her that I'd have no problems doing that!

Since my vehicle was partially packed in preparation for our trip the following day (Sunday), we took M's car. I could feel this somewhat surreal feeling coming over me as we drove to the rendezvous hotel. Sitting in the passenger seat and looking over at M's legs, I was struck by two overriding thoughts: A) she wasn't wearing anything under that dress; and B) in the very near future a MAN was going to be between those legs!

We arrived at the hotel and parked, and M texted Allen to see what room he was in. We walked into the hotel and took the elevator up to the appropriate floor, then walked down the hall to his room. I remember walking past one of the housekeeping carts and thinking to myself "I wonder if the housekeeper has any idea what's going on..."

M knocked quietly on the door, and after a brief pause, Allen opened it. He invited us in, shook my hand and said hello to me, then immediately turned to M, took her in his arms, and passionately kissed her as we all stood just inside his hotel room door. The room felt a bit cool to me, and he had a home improvement show on the TV, playing a bit loud. I'd say it felt awkward standing there watching as Allen kissed M but it really didn't feel that way at all. I guess it felt more like watching a boyfriend kissing a girlfriend. Except the girlfriend was my wife and the boyfriend wasn't me.

After about 30 seconds Allen looked at me and said "Go sit over there" as he directed me to the chair in the corner of the room. I made my way past them and around the king-sized bed to the chair, then turned around and sat down. As I was doing this, Allen had already taken M back into his arms and was kissing her again as he began to run his hands up and down her body. M was actively returning his kisses, and began caressing him as well. They looked like long-lost lovers reunited for the first time after years apart.

Seemed like a long time that they kissed, but it probably wasn't. I could tell that they were whispering back and forth as they were locked in their embrace. Finally, he turned her around so she was facing me. He was behind her, now with his arms around her from the back as he nuzzled her neck and shoulders.He slipped his hands up to the top of her dress and began unsnapping the snaps holding her dress closed. One at a time as her head was tilted a bit to one side and he continued to kiss her neck and shoulder. When her dress was partly undone, he slipped it off her shoulders and pushed it down toward her waist. The style of the arms on the dress was such that it didn't slip easily from her arms, and I remember thinking to myself "Hmmm. If he wanted to restrain her arms, all he would have to do would be to pull her dress down just a but more and her arms would be trapped by the arms of her dress. I'll bet she'd like that." In any case, with her dress pulled down part way, he began fondling her breasts from behind. Of course I had a perfect view, and could see her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly as she enjoyed every second of what he was doing to her. He remained fully clothed as he continued to caress her body from behind. He then began unsnapping her dress some more, continuing from the top while she undid the buttons at her wrists and allowed the dress to slip from her arms. The last couple snaps he undid by pulling the bottom of the dress up. He then pulled the front of the dress apart, exposing her fully to me as if he was exposing a work of art - the Venus I think... My Venus....

Still from behind, he pulled the dress down her arms and completely off, then tossed it over to the side, over the back of the ubiquitous hotel room desk chair. His hands went back to her breasts as he continued to kiss and fondle her. These pictures remind me a lot of what I saw in those moments. I sight of beauty that just about took my breath away...

After a very short time, he turned her around again, then backed-up and pulled her to the edge of the bed, only a few feet from where I was sitting. He began unbuttoning his shirt, and within seconds, I could see her hands unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants. He removed his shirt and tossed it aside, and then took over from her to push his pants all the way down, kick them off, and kick them to the side, leaving them both completely nude in front of me. In a move that surprised me, he then reached back and grabbed a pillow and dropped it in front of him between them as he sat down on the edge of the bed. I guess it surprised me because it demonstrated that he was being considerate and not just looking out for his needs. He sat down, and M immediately knelt down on the pillow between his legs, lowered her head to his cock, and took it into her mouth.

Until the day I die, I'll never forget the scene. There's something intensely erotic about seeing your wife kneeling in front of a man with his cock in her mouth as she sucks him to hardness. At the same time, I confess I was a bit jealous because I wanted to be the one kneeling between his legs sucking his cock! For a long time, M worshiped Allen's cock... Alternately taking him fully into her mouth, slowly stroking his cock, licking the head, sucking him, and teasing him with her mouth. She was in obvious bliss as she pleasured him, and she would occasionally look up into his eyes to gauge his pleasure. She occasionally looked over at me as well to see my reaction before returning to her ministrations as he watched her intently and gently guided her head with his hand. This went on for a long, long time and it was plain to see how aroused and hard he was getting.

Eventually, he pushed her head away and stood up, then reached down to where she was kneeling in front of him and pulled her up by her arms. He guided her around to the bottom of the bed and pushed her onto the bed on her hands and knees, right at the bottom end of the bed. While I couldn't see clearly because of where I was sitting off to the side, I saw Allen take his cock into his hand, then guide it into M's pussy from behind, then slowly begin stroking his cock into her now soaking wet pussy. I wasn't watching his cock entering her (mainly because of where I was sitting) as much as I was watching the expression of rapture on her face, and I marveled at the sight of pleasure that I never saw when I pretended to be a man and put my clitty into her. So this was a completely new sight for me...

I thought he would fuck her like this for a long time, and I was a bit surprised when he stopped, withdrew his cock from her pussy, and flipped her over onto her back. He assertively grabbed her legs and pulled her to the bottom of the bed. He then quickly knelt down between her legs and dove right in, licking her pussy furiously. It certainly wasn't as if she needed the lubrication as she was already soaked. But he spent a long time licking her pussy and fingering her as she lay back on the bed with her arms above her head, reveling in the sensation. Occasionally, she would reach down and touch his arm or look over at me before closing her eyes again. Her head was tilted back slightly and her mouth was open a bit, as if she were silently moaning with pleasure. When he wasn't fingering her pussy, he was reaching up to pinch her nipples, squeeze her breasts, or caress her torso and legs. M has told me that Allen has never made her cum when he was licking her pussy, and it was obvious to me why that was. His licking and fingering was aggressive and forceful. M much prefers gentle, softer licking to slowly bring her to full arousal before she cums. I know this, and she knows this as well. Maybe she has been keeping this a secret from Allen; something that only she and I know and can share when I make love with her as a sissy gurl. Don't get me wrong, M loves Allen's aggressive oral sex and gets really, really turned on when he goes down on her like that. It's just that she (and I) know that no matter how much she may LIKE it, it's not the kind of oral sex that will ultimately make her cum uncontrollably. This is the kind of thing that I have learned through the thousands of hours I've spent between her legs over the years! Hours that I've enjoyed beyond belief.
After Allen licked M's pussy for a long, long time, he stood up and lay down on the bed. He directed M to straddle his head in a classic sixty-nine position. This too continued for a long time. After being aroused for such a long time when she was kneeling between his legs sucking his cock, he must have recovered a lot, because she went back to worshiping it all over again while he aggressively licked her pussy from underneath. In a way, I was kind of surprised because except for that initial penetration from behind, his cock had not been in her at all. As she sucked his cock from the top position, he licked her pussy furiously, occasionally running his hands along her body and pinching her breasts or pulling her butt cheeks apart. I'm almost certain that he never licked her asshole, but it was apparent that he would stroke her "rosebud" (smiling as I use that term) occasionally. From time to time he would also slap her ass aggressively, the sound as a sharp contrast to the television in the background.

Eventually, he pushed her off him and then pulled her around so they were both facing the same direction. He then turned her to face me, with him behind her. From behind M, Allen then said "It doesn't seem fair that your husband is still wearing his clothes." He then looked at me and said "Take your clothes off... I want to see your panties and cage." As they both watched me, I said only "Yes sir" and stood up from where I was sitting and watching them. I quickly undressed, facing away from them as I did so. After laying my clothes aside, and clad only in my clitty cage and the panties M bought for me to commemorate the occasion, I turned around and faced them. Allen looked me over and said "Show me your cage." I pulled down my panties to give them both a completely unobstructed view of my clitty cage. "Very nice" he said. "You can sit down again."

As soon as I sat back down, Allen lifted M's left leg, guided his cock into her pussy from behind, and began fucking her slowly while she looked directly into my eyes. After a few minutes of this, she spoke to me for the first time since we entered the room such a long time ago... "I love how Allen's cock feels in me" she said. Out loud, clearly, directly to my face. Again, I could see the expressions on her face and could see how much she was enjoying the sensation of his cock in her. Expressions that I never evoked.

After he fucked her for a while like this, she told him that her leg was getting a bit tired, so they changed positions again, to a more classic missionary position with her legs pushed back. From the very first second that he entered her in this position, he was very forceful. Slamming into her aggressively and making her whole body move up and down on the bed. M would sometimes hold her legs back for Allen, and he would sometimes hold her legs by the ankles and push them back while she reached between her legs to hold his torso and pull him more deeply into her pussy on his inward thrusts.

As for me, I sat in the chair in the corner and watched them intently, alternating my attention between the expressions on M's face and the sight of Allen's cock stroking into M's pussy from behind. After a few minutes of this, Allen looked over at me again and told me to come close so I could get an up close view of this man who was fucking my wife. I got up, then knelt down next to the bed, not more than two feet from where his cock was pumping into M's pussy. I could also easily  turn my head just a bit to take in the sight of her face. All in all an incredible view for me. Allen had already lasted at least ten times as long as I ever lasted when I pretended to be a man, and M was in absolute bliss judging from what I was on her face.
Eventually, Allen said "I'm going to cum in you baby. I'm going to cum just inside your pussy so your husband can get a nice look at my cum and can easily lick it up." Without waiting, he then increased the pace and force of his stroking and began grunting with exertion as he pounded into M's pussy from behind. Then he came... He reached down and grabbed his cock, rubbed it on M's pussy a couple times, and forcefully squirted just inside M's pussy and all over the outside between her vaginal lips. As he was doing this, my mouth was watering as I thought of the fantastic creampie that was going to be mine in just a few seconds. I had a perfect view of his cum shooting out of his cock all over M's pussy. While the reward was soon to be mine, I kept thinking in the back of my mind how I wished that he was cumming directly into my mouth. I know that I want that, I've never had it happen, and I long for the day that it (hopefully) does.

After Allen finished cumming, he withdrew, still holding M's leg up a bit. He then scooted her onto her back with her legs spread apart and said some words that I found a bit humorous (at least at the time): "Dive in." I took this to be my queue to clean all of Allen's cum from M's pussy - a task that I really considered to be a reward!

I moved to the side of the bed again and knelt on the edge, slipping my hands under M's thighs as I lowered my head to M's pussy and began to lick gently. Where to begin??? Allen's cum was all over the place and it was apparent that they were both exhausted from their vigorous coupling. I spent a long time between M's legs, licking and kissing her from the tops of her thighs to the lower part of her belly. As I write this, I'm reminded of Kaaren's regular Monday Mancandy posts over at Such a Sissy. That's what it felt like to me as I completely cleaned M's pussy.

When I was done, I moved back to my previous position on the chair in the corner as M moved back to more of a "spoon" position with Allen behind her.

They stayed in this position for a long, long time. I could see him stroking her breasts, torso, and pussy from behind as they relaxed in their post-coital bliss. He would occasionally whisper something in her ear that would make her smile, and she would occasionally reach behind her, no doubt to stroke his cock. This was obviously their recovery time. Allen and M would occasionally look over at me, and Allen would occasionally ask me a question, trying to get to know me a bit better I think as this was the first time I had ever met him. He's taller and a bit heavier than I am, with a goatee that makes him look a bit rakish. Rather a "bad boy" look I'd say. He and M spent probably half an hour just relaxing in bed together and enjoying each other's company while I sat submissively in my chair wearing only my clitty cage and panties.
Following their recovery, and with Allen still spooning with M, he said "Looks like your wife has made someone come back to life..." I took this to mean that he was getting hard again. A few seconds later, he pushed back the covers, which were pulled only as high as their waists, and told her "Suck my cock baby..." She immediately reversed her position, got onto her hands and knees, with her butt pretty much in my face, and began sucking his cock in earnest. After just a couple minutes of this, he pulled her off his cock, got up and stood at the bottom of the bed, then gestured for her to lay on her back with her head at the bottom of the bed, which she did quickly. He immediately put his cock back into her mouth as she tilted her head back so he could more easily push his cock deeply into her mouth and into her throat. He fucked her mouth for only a minute or so, then got back into the same spooning position again, with her facing me, and entered her from behind then immediately began fucking her with reckless abandon while she looked back over her shoulder at him.

As he fucked her, he looked over at me with a look on his face that said "I'm fucking your wife cuckold!" I could tell by his pace and by the sounds both Allen and M were making that he was going to cum again soon. He whispered something to her quietly so I couldn't hear, and she smiled at me, then nodded her head back at him. Allen then pulled out of her, quickly knelt next to her, and pushed his cock back into her mouth again. His motions got more frantic and the look on his face told me his orgasm was very close. Finally, with a loud grunt, he pulled his cock from her mouth, took it in his hand, and directed his cum on her breasts. She smiled at me as he was cumming on her breasts, then reached up with her hand and began stroking his cock to get all of his cum onto her breasts. When she was done, he laid down next to her again, and told me to clean his cum from her breasts. I was watching in awe as he fucked her this time, never in my life having gone twice in a single session with my wife. When he told me to clean her breasts, I moved back onto the bed at M's side, and she guided my head to her breasts where I gently licked them completely clean.
When everything was done, I noticed that he had been fucking her almost nonstop for close to three hours in one position or another!

A few minutes later, Allen told M that he would need to leave soon but that we were welcome to stay. M decided not to, and told me to get dressed again. She did as well. Right before we left, M gave Allen the one and only key to my clitty cage. Considering that we would be leaving very early the following morning for our two-week vacation (we ended up leaving before 4 AM for our 2-day, 1425 mile pilgrimage to M's mother's house), this was a momentous event because it meant that no matter what, my clitty cage would remain locked until we got back home.

To all of my (few) readers, I apologize. The past month has been crazy busy for me - international trips to 4 countries on three continents, planning for the vacation that I'm on even as I write this, the travel itself, and our Saturday "play date" with Allen. M and I had a lot of time together in the car as we drove over the past couple of days, and she told me that she really enjoyed her time with Allen with me there, but that I should consider it a rare indulgence. She told me that normally when they're together, he's a lot more aggressive with her and that they both felt a bit apprehensive at first. I'd also like to apologize because (like many of not most of you) I've read and re-read Leeanne's saga over at Leeanne's Sissy Musings and frankly, while I'm a pretty literate sissy, my writing and storytelling skills pale in comparison to Leeanne's. But it's the imagery that will remain in my head forever. Well, the imagery and the regret - the regret that while I DID get to see a real MAN have his way with my wife, I didn't have the opportunity to do all those things that a real sissy wants so much to do... Sigh... Well, this WAS our first meeting... And M hasn't yet told Allen that I'm a sissy... Maybe... Just maybe... Next time?