The Tubs San Diego

       

During history lessons, we learn there is usually a point of no return.  Where certain events have changed the course of man’s history and all future events will be influenced by this point.  My sexual history was no different.  Over the years many signs in the road had pointed me in this direction.  There is one single point that that was so profound it entrenched my sexual desire and forever linked it to the worship of Terri’s pussy…

 

 

Reggie

 

 

Terri has always told me she loves my five inch penis and describes it as “just fine.”  She often reminds me that, she loves frequent sex. And a cock much bigger than mine and she might not be able to handle it so often.  She sometimes gives me head, and when she does, she goes all the way down to the base, something she later reminds me she could never do with a much bigger cock than mine.

And so, in all, we have a very good sex life.  Still, ever since I first learned about the guy she once dated, Oliver and his big hard cock, I’d become slightly obsessed.  I often imagined the sexual satisfaction he'd given her, which I was unable to match.  I’d always had a fantasy of seeing her with a big cock, a real one.

We had fantasized together for years about sharing her.  If I could find the perfect guy, and if she approved, she might be willing. 

 

 

Still she was worried I would be jealous and didn’t know if I could handle it.  Over the years I’d promised no jealousy and no bad attitudes.  She was skeptical of her macho husband’s ability to hold true to such a lofty promise.  

 

 

 

 

It was a chance to turn a long time fantasy into reality.  So the search began.  We looked at the swing clubs, the internet and browsed the local swinger ads.  Hoping we would eventually find a match. 

 

 

 

During my search for a candidate, I’d found and bought a copy of a magazine called California Swingers.  I immediately opened up the magazine to the “well endowed male section”.  A man named Reggie had advertised himself and seemed like a great match. 

 

 

He'd posted a black and white picture of his naked torso displaying his erect cock in his ad.    His cock appeared bigger than average but was definitely not one of the horse cocks some of the other men were advertising. 

 

 

 

 

Reggie described himself as a well endowed easygoing black male looking for couples to play with.  Knowing Terri’s history, she is sexually attracted to men of color.  I ... eared the page of the magazine to mark it.  I intended to show Terri at her earliest convenience. 

 

 

 

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When I finally showed her the ad, she briefly looked at it. Read the ad and asked why there was no face picture.  I told her I would ask him to send a picture that included his face.       

 

 

Later that day I sent Reggie an email describing us as a couple and requested a photo that included his face, to show Terri.  I stared at his picture in magazine ad as I typed the email. 
 
His cock was one of those that sort of curved upwards, where as mine curves to the left, and it did have a big mushroom head.  Just what Terri liked.  His cock appeared thicker than mine but he did not compare to Oliver’s massive girth.

 

 

 

 

A day later Reggie responded with an enthusiastic email that included two upper body photos.  His picture initially made him look a bit scarier than I was comfortable with.  His smooth shaved head gave him an almost criminal appearance.  There was a title I had heard for the image I was seeing on my computer screen, Roughneck.

 

 

Roughnecks were strong aggressive black males with a reputation for near violent sexual desires

 

 

‘Was I going to share my precious wife with a roughneck?  Does she secretly desire to be used like a whore?  Am I pursuing this for my own satisfaction or hers?  Did I want to see her violated by a roughneck?’

 

 

I cautiously showed Terri the photos of Reggie.  I don’t know what type of prospective male lover would not have created the anxiety in pit of my stomach.  Looking at him made me nervous, down right scared.  She immediately approved and asked me to arrange a meeting for drinks. 

 

 

Her quick response surprised me.  I nervously dialed the phone number he had provided with his email. 

 

 

‘What was I going to say?  Hey dude wanna fuck my wife? She yearns for a bigger dick than mine, can we borrow yours?’

 

 

The phone ran four times.  ‘Was I off the hook?  Could I just leave some vague message and hang up?’  Hiding from my role as Terri’s sex servant.  ‘Could I say it out loud?  ‘Terri’s cuckold’.    

Five rings.

 

 

Six.

 

 

‘I was free!’  An answering machine was bound to pick up any second.

 

 

 

 

“Hello?”

 

 

Holy ... he answered!

 

 

“Um … this is Jim… the guy from the email… from Terri and Jim.” I babbled.

 

 

Reggie responded normally and seemed very easy to talk to.  His phone mannerism was not that of the roughneck that I had feared.  He immediately eased my apprehension and I discovered he truly was “easy going”.    

 

 

Reggie agreed to meet us for drinks at Chevy’s Mexican restaurant.  We would meet this coming Saturday in the bar.  My anxiety rose.  ‘Was this really going to happen?’

 

 

I wanted to start planning immediately.  ‘What would she wear?  If she liked him where would we go?  Did she want to go to a hotel?  Or did she envision herself with him in our bed?  Did she plan on fucking him the same day?’ 

 

 

Terri had made me wait nearly a month after our first date before I was given access to her sexually.  ‘Would she now give herself to this stranger in just minutes?’

 

 

Terri seemed unfazed.  I was ready to burst.  I felt like a ... before Christmas with all of those brightly covered packages staring at me.  Terri reminded me Saturday was three days away. 

 

 

I was a man obsessed.  The three days seemed to pass in the same time as three months.  I thought about the possibilities day and night.  ‘Was Terri thinking as much as I was?  If I brought it up would I scare her off?’

 

 

Finally the day arrived.  

 

 

Terri seemed deep in thought.  She walked toward the door telling me she was going for a pedicure.  She looked at me and smiled “my feet will be close to Reggie’s face.  I want them to be pretty.”  She left me at home with the mental image of my wife’s bare legs on the shoulders of another man.  Reggie’s shoulders.  The mental image caused my penis to swell, to push against it’s all too familiar bonds.

 

 

An hour or so later Terri returned appearing relaxed and refreshed.

 

Terri had decided to dress casually.  Tight blue jeans and a black sleeveless top that showed her ample cleavage.  We had carefully shopped for her panties.  We needed a high waistline to hide a stomach scar she was self-conscious about.  She selected some French cut crotchless black panties that would allow her to keep the scar covered and she wouldn’t have to remove them to have sex.

 

 

I couldn’t believe it my wife planned on having sex with this total stranger.  It was no longer just a fantasy… She was going too see it thru.   

 

 

While getting ready Terri had asked me to shave her pussy before she showered.  She wanted it to look enticing.  ‘How could it not look enticing?’  Light pink and perfectly shaped, even with hair she had a very pretty pussy.

 

 

After her shower, she took a long time putting on her makeup, and doing her hair.  She looked at herself in the mirror several times while dressing.  She seemed to be fussing over the smallest details.  A habit which was very unusual for Terri.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked me, and I told her I was. I told her I loved her and that this evening was all about her. (And of course, my fantasy too!)

 

 

I wanted to ask her if I would have to keep my chastity belt on when things got physical.  I wanted to remind her to bring the key.  She instead reminded me to bring Oliver and condoms for Reggie. 

 

 

Another incredible indication that she had already decided to fuck this total stranger.  She had reminded her husband to bring condoms for her new lover.  ‘Where was my conservative housewife now?’  

 

 

Although she hadn’t noticed, I wore underwear that I would be comfortable sitting around in.  Underwear that would help me conceal my chastity belt from Reggie.  Secretly I wanted him to see.  I wanted Terri to expose her cuckold to her new lover.  I didn’t have the courage to ask her to do it.  I wanted so badly to explain how the thought excited me.  I didn’t… I chickened out. 

 

 

Fear took over.  I had to have an out…

 

 

I reminded Terri to bring the key to my chastity belt as she walked out the door.

 

 

During the drive to the meeting spot Terri and I chatted as though we were just driving to a movie or an ordinary dinner out.  While driving I had to stare at her, to take her all in.  Thankfully she didn’t notice.  She was perfect tonight.  I stared at my beautiful wife. 

 

 

‘Damn she looked good.  I wish she would look like that for me.’

 

 

      

I pulled our SUV into the parking lot of the restaurant.  Terri pointed at the front entrance of the restaurant and said, “drop me off there.”

 

 

As I slowed the vehicle Terri jumped out.  “See you in a bit” she said and walked to toward the door.  I couldn’t help but watch her wonderful ass as it swayed in those tight blue jeans.

 

 

Looking in my rear view mirror I realized I was holding up traffic near the entrance.  I went off to look for parking space.  I parked in a manner that would conceal our license plate from Reggie just, incase.  I wanted to take some rudimentary precautions incase Reggie was a criminal or a freak. 

 

 

I walked into the restaurant and avoided the hostess stand.  I directed my nervous legs which did not want to move forward and pushed myself toward the bar.  ‘I could still call this off’

 

 

There she was sitting at one of those tall round bar tables across from a medium built black man that I recognized as Reggie.  She seemed to be enjoying the conversation as she was smiling a lot while listening to his talk.  ‘She likes him.  She is going to fuck him.’  I thought

 

 

I walked toward their table.  He stood and extended hand for a hand shake.  ‘Was it protocol to shake the hand of the man that would soon be balls deep in my wife?’ 

 

 

I took his hand and discovered a firm handshake from a man with rather large hands.  ‘Terri is going to like him.’

 

 

 

 

“I’m Reggie” he said.

 

 

 

 

“I figured” I responded with a smile.

 

 

 

 

Comparing his body size to mine I felt less threatened.  His stature was similar to mine.  Maybe a little less broad in the shoulder area than I am.  My normal desire to subjugate him kicked in.  I controlled myself and sat quietly. 

 

 

 

 

I looked at the dark color of his skin.  Right away I was taken aback by the striking difference between his dark skin and Terri’s pale Norwegian flesh.  ‘What was it about the darker skin that triggered my wife’s sexual response?  What information was locked away in her mind that pushed her to breed with this man?’   

 

 

 

 

The conversation was not awkward and seemed to flow smoothly.  Terri casually discussed Reggie’s work.  He was a delivery driver for FedEx. 

 

 

Terri was busy discussing Reggie’s relationship with his girlfriend as though they had been friends for years.  Some information that apparently did not seem to disqualify Reggie as a prospective lover.   

 

 

 

 

Reggie had a sense of humor, and before long, I could already tell he'd won Terri over!

Two drinks, that was all we, as a group had managed.  Terri had margaritas and Reggie drank water.  Reggie excused himself and went to the restroom Terri leaned in to me, and told me that now she was ready to go to the Tubs.  I asked her if she was sure.  She responded by smiling and nodded her head.  

 

 

We were already standing, the bill paid, as Reggie walked back up, and nothing really needed to be said, as Terri made eye contact with Reggie and asked him to meet us at the Tubs.  Terri gave Reggie directions to drive there as became lost in my thoughts. 

 

 

 

 

The Tubs, a unique rent by the hour sex room establishment.  The rooms were not of the sleazy hotel type in nature.  While it’s true the rooms did contain a small elevated single bed with a waterproof mattress I wouldn’t describe them as sleazy.  The focus of the room was the five person Jacuzzi that the room was built around. 

 

 

Some of the other accouterments in the room were a sauna with large windows, a shower a closet to hang your clothes and an individual stereo system with ceiling mounted speakers.  The various rooms were painted in a specific themes.  We had used the space, forest and undersea themed rooms in the past.    

 

 

The waterproof mattress was a convenient asset for Terri.  She squirts fluid from her pussy when she comes.  A truth she was nervous for Reggie to discover.  I had assured her many times that men would find her talent to be a treasure. 

 

 

The drive to the Tubs had been silent.  Terri had not said one word.  ‘Was it possible she was finally displaying a symptom of nervousness?’

 

 

Being my over cautious self I parked in the back, hidden from view.  ‘At least Terri hadn’t asked me to drop her off in front for this rendezvous.’  We walked up together and saw Reggie was already waiting outside. 

 

 

“I guess we can rule out Reggie changing his mind” I said.  Terri laughed briefly.

 

 

We all walked into the elevated tropically decorated waiting room.  I led the way.  I guess the responsibility to make the arrangements fell upon my shoulders.  Behind the glass counter stood the friendly mid 50’s blond haired receptionist.  I recognized her from our previous visits to the Tubs.  Her red sweater made me think it was Christmas time.  “I guess it was kind of Christmas.  Terri and I were both getting presents!’ I smiled openly thinking to myself.

 

 

I saw the receptionist eyes look at each member of our group.  ‘What did the receptionist think?  An obvious husband and wife couple accompanied by their black male friend.  ‘Could she come to any other conclusion but a sexual one?  Was there any doubt in her mind that this housewife was going to get fucked by someone else?  Did she consider my role? Was I, the husband incapable of satisfying his wife?  Had I arranged for this black stud to take care of his unsatisfied housewife?’ 

 

 

 

 

‘What else could she think?’  I handed her my credit card.  “I think we’ll need two hours at least….please.”  I heard my voice say.  ‘Did I say that?’  I watched the receptionist.  She broke eye contact with me and stared at Terri.

 

 

 

 

‘Now what was she thinking?  Was she envious Terri was going to have two hours of pleasure or was she passing judgment on the promiscuity of my wife?   Should I explain that my wife is not a slut?  She’s a wonderful woman who just desires and deserves little satisfaction!’

 

 

 

 

I kept my silence and just smiled. 

 

 

 

 

After signing the credit card receipt the receptionist handed me a key and several towels. 

She was smiling.  ‘At what?  At Terri?  Or at the whole situation?’

 

Hoping to leave the receptionist and her bothersome grin behind us I started to walk toward our room.  She suddenly said, “oh let me show you where it is” and offered us a tour of the room. 

 

 

I tried to interject.  To tell her our familiarity with The Tubs negated the need for any tour.  I secretly didn’t want to be paraded down the hallway.  The sex slave following his mistress and her new lover.

 

 

She walked off before I could stop her. 

 

 

 

 

Terri and Reggie followed talking to each other in hushed tones.  ‘What were they talking about?’  Terri was obviously enjoying the conversation as I noticed her frequent giggles.  The receptionist led the way down the humid dark nautically themed hallway.  While looking at the azure blue carpet I wondered in shame how this scene looked to others? 

 

 

 

 

‘Did the other see the scene as I did?’  The receptionist leading the engaged couple to their room of passion as the dutiful husband followed  carrying an armload, towels drinks and a box, probably containing sex toys.(just incase, Oliver came along as a stand in)

 

 

 

 

Just then I realized there were others.  At least two, I had seen them out of the corner of my eye.  In the waiting room there was another couple. 

 

 

‘Had they come in after us?’

 

 

Standing, waiting in line behind us for the receptionist were man and a woman.  ‘Had this parade of sex to come passed them by unnoticed?  Had they looked at Terri the same way the receptionist had?  Or had they watched me?  Quietly laughing as the meek husband made all of the arrangements for his wife to get fucked by this black man.’ 

 

 

 

 

I felt the pinch of pain as my penis swelled inside of my chastity belt.  ‘Oh my God!  I had forgotten about my chastity belt!’ 

 

 

 

 

The ruby sweatered receptionist opened the door to our room.  I noticed the large number seven on the door.  ‘Well there is a good omen.  At least we didn’t see the number thirteen on the door.’

 

 

I would have mentioned our symbol of good luck to Terri but she was so engrossed with Reggie I doubt she would have noticed.

   

The receptionist busied herself explaining the controls of the Jacuzzi and sauna to Terri and Reggie.  I walked to the opposite side of the side of the room and tried to look like I was busy adjusting the stereo.  I really wanted to avoid and further eye contact with her.

 

 

I felt a hand on my shoulder I turned to find the receptionist staring at me.  “Let me know if there is anything else you need”, she said.  She had that mean little grin on her face again. 

 

 

Behind her Terri and Reggie were already engaged in a passionate kiss.

 

 

‘I guess the Christmas clad receptionist had discovered my submissive role in this situation.  Just because I was Terri’s cuckold didn’t mean all women had the right to humiliate me, did it?  Ok I admit it, I enjoyed it.’  Terri didn’t notice.       

 

 

The mean little receptionist left, closing the door behind her.

 

 

My focus turned toward the two lovers.  They were still locked at the mouth.  Black and white hands caressing bodies on the outside of each others clothing.  Reggie slowly pushed Terri backward toward the bed.  He never pushed her he just leaned his body into hers as she slowly walked backwards.  He pushed until her but was pushed against the side of the elevated walnut wood framed bed. Their passionate kiss was never broken.

 

 

I stood there watching, throbbing.  It was sexy to watch.  Both lovers seemed natural toward one another.  Watching closely I noticed no awkward moves or touches.  Which would have been common with new lovers.

 

 

My mind drifted back to our first kiss, Terri and I.  I had pressed her backwards kissing her in a similar fashion eight years earlier.  It was a beautiful kiss her body pressed backwards against a car in the driveway.  The night was warm, moist.  Late July <place></place><city></city>Tucson <state></state>Arizona.  It was the beginning of the monsoon season.  Terri’s favorite.  Humid air similar to the air here snuggled in our secret retreat at the Tubs.

 

 

Movement caught my attention.

 

 

I saw Terri’s right arm was outstretched toward me.  Her palm was open beckoning me towards her.  I took her hand.  She pulled me close. 

 

 

‘Finally, I was to be included.”

 

 

Their seemingly endless kiss broke as Terri leaned toward me.  I leaned in to kiss my beautiful wife.  I noticed the smeared lipstick on her lower lip as she passed my mouth ….and positioned her mouth…… to whisper in my ear.

 

 

“Go out to the car and get that box condoms for Reggie” her breathy voice ordered me.

 

 

I felt her hand in mine.  She was trying to give me something.  ‘Giving me something in secret?’  As soon as I felt the familiar metal I knew the reason for her covert hand off, to me. 

 

 

A sliver heavy linked chain necklace was being placed in my hand.  The charm on this particular necklace was very special.  It was a key.  The key Terri had always held.  The key to my chastity belt.

 

 

‘Salvation, I was free!’ Or I soon would be…  ‘Should I tell Terri my fantasy to be humiliated?  For her to keep me locked in front of her lover.’ 

 

 

My resolve crumbled.  I took the key, eager to stroke my own penis.  I wanted to fight it but,  I didn’t have the strength.  I would have to be forced.

 

 

I quickly walked to the car.  I barely noticed the cool <city></city><place></place>San Diego night air.  A significant change from the steamy room at the Tubs that already felt like a sauna.

 

 

I found the condoms on the back seat of our car.  ‘Hadn’t I put them in the toy box with Oliver?’

 

 

I looked at the light blue box of Trojan condoms.  A new box of twelve lubricated condoms bought just for this occasion.  ‘Should I open the box and bring just a couple back to them?  He wouldn’t need all of them.’  I took the whole box and walked back towards the Tubs. 

 

 

Looking at the box of condoms I noticed they were a different model than we normally use.  Terri and I don’t use them for birth control.  I was forced regularly purchased the gray box.  The extended pleasure, the climax control condom.  I used be able to go for an hour or more.  Since my days of chastity had begun that time had been reduced to less than a minute.  We had even begun to use penis desensitizing spray prior to wrapping my penis in the condom to kill all feeling.  Now if I felt my wife’s pussy at all… I came almost instantly.

 

 

It was embarrassing enough to buy the climax control condoms.  I should be buying the snugger fit for slender penises.  Thank god they didn’t make a combo condom.  It would kill me to hand a cashier money for a snug fit climax control condom.  ‘There would be a proud moment for any man.  I might as well tell the cashier, I have a skinny penis and I prematurely ejaculate.’

 

 

As I walked through the front door of the Tubs I avoided eye contact with that mean little receptionist and rushed to the men’s room.  I could feel her eyes burning into me as I hurried passed.

 

 

I locked myself in a stall and ripped my pants down.  The familiar site of my chastity belt starred back at me.  ‘Should I leave it on?’  I wanted to.  Hell no! Terri had given me the key hadn’t she? 

 

 

I slid the key into the small brass lock.

 

 

The assembly sprang apart from the tension placed on it by my straining penis.  I removed the penis cage and spacers.  The anchor ring which encompassed both penis and testicles was nearly impossible to remove while erect.

 

 

I pulled my penis and testicles out with an urgency, even the intense pain could not deter me my from goal of getting back to my wife.  My wife who was currently in the arms of another man.    

 

 

Slipping the pieces of my chastity belt and it’s key in to my pants pocket I tried to slip out of the men’s room unnoticed.  Passing the receptionsint I again felt her stare.  I wouldn’t look at her. I wouldn’t let a complete stranger humiliate me.

 

 

Room number seven.

 

 

I stared at the closed door.  ‘Should I barge in?

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