Discipline.
Men like Ken – hell, like any Dom over thirty in that room – knew how to hold back their need to take their delicate subs. Their discipline was one way to feel immense pleasure. So, all Lana had to count on was this young lad’s dick getting so hard he couldn’t help but reward even the brattiest sub with it.
Ken sensed this as well the moment the show started. He sighed deeply, resigned to probably losing. Although the watch was ticking.
“He’s good looking,” he said wistfully, hand stroking his wife’s knee. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you take him on.”
That was Ken’s casual way of suggesting Lana have her turn with a third wheel. A male one. “We’ll see how I feel about that soon enough.” To say they used these more explicit shows as a way to shop for potential playmates was an understatement. Both Lana and Ken wanted to see how other people screwed – or, in Lana’s case, see the goods they were packing.
Sure enough, the guy’s dick was out in fewer than three minutes. Erect. Looks painful. Lana didn’t have a dick, but she could guess. Just like she could guess Ken crossing his legs had nothing to do with phantom pains. The man was 100% hiding his own erection.
“If this guy can hold on two more minutes, Kenny, I’ll take care of that thing for you.”
“I know you will, Bunny.”
He kissed her hand as the Dom spanked his sub, pulled down her bust, and fondled her modest breasts. Wouldn’t mind getting a taste of that right now. Whether from Ken or another man while her husband watched… that didn’t matter.
“How long do you think they’ve been together?” Lana asked. She couldn’t believe it being more than a few months. These two were too young to have a longstanding Dom/sub relationship. Not like her and Ken. “I would guess three months, tops.”
“Five weeks.”
“That’s specific.”
“Long enough for that guy to get acquainted with her body, but short enough for him to still need to learn. Took me six weeks before I was able to keep from prematurely ejaculating around you, Bunny.”
“Excuse me? I recall you doing that an all of two times.”
“You didn’t know about the others because I came before sex was even on the table.”
“Ugh, Ken.”
“Yes, Wife?”
She shook her head. “He better bang her soon. I want you to finger me.”
His hand went from her knee to her inner thigh beneath her skirt. “I could do that anyway.”
“The bet, though.”
The bet Lana was about to win, for the Dom’s sub followed a very specific order: don’t cry out through three spanks. She persevered, and the man decided to reward her with nothing short of his cock thrusting between her legs.
Ken, having lost their loose bet, slipped his hand between his wife’s thighs and stroked the length of her silk underwear.
“Oh, Kenny,” Lana mumbled, leaning back in the couch so her husband could nibble on her lips. “You always knew how to please a girl.”
His thumb pushed aside the thin material of her underwear and pressed into her wet folds. Lana began to slightly writhe, hand gripping his shoulder and legs opening in her skirt. “
“You’re just easy, Bunny.”
“Easy, huh?” Her breath stopped in her chest as the sub on stage shrieked in ecstasy, her Dom driving into her, hard, the audience sitting close enough to get a great view of the stage cheering their support. “You have to watch out using words like those. You might sully a woman’s reputation.”
“Oh, Lana…” One finger managed to push into her. “I made an honest woman out of you. Now you have to take it.”
As she gasped, Lana caught sight of a woman sitting by herself nearby, watching them. What a pretty young woman. Petite. Curvy. Wearing a cream-colored piece of lingerie with matching collar. The girl was not attached to anyone, let alone a Dom, but she was probably looking for one.
You want some of this, girl? Lana opened her legs wider, exposing her husband’s finger sliding in and out of her. You can’t have any. This man is all mine right now, and he’s going to worship my pussy. Feel free to watch, though.