This was my second experience, which happened last night. My first experience was 6 weeks ago, which I wrote about here. A few details have been omitted for the sake of keeping the story flowing well, but this is essentially what transpired. And before you say "this can't have happened last night, it's not truffle season", I'm in Australia, truffle season here is July.
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It’s truffle season. Blake was having my wife over to his Airbnb granny flat to give her what I couldn’t, I had been asked to come to make them dinner, and I wanted to show my appreciation to both of them by making them a meal they wouldn’t forget. So I went all out. A few days before I went to the market and picked up a black perigord truffle – $2500/kg, not a bad price actually, it’s a good season and a lot of healthy competition between local truffle farms ensures the retail price is not too high. I spent the days leading up to it preparing, infusing the truffle aroma into various foods, and I spent the entire morning hard at work in the kitchen.
We arrived at Blake’s Airbnb, my wife knocked on the door, and he opened. He greeted her with a long kiss. I was left waiting behind her, holding a heavy box full of food and drinks, I couldn’t go in as they were in the doorway. They spent a few minutes chatting and kissing, and finally, they moved aside and let me in.
I went straight to the kitchen, and started unpacking the box and getting everything prepared. Blake made a comment to my wife about how great it was that she brought her personal chef, but then said “He’s not dressed right for a chef.” “Come here” my wife said, and I promptly stood in front of them. “Take your clothes off.” I undressed, folding my clothes as I did. “He’s learnt since last time”, said Blake, referring to the fact that I was folding my clothes without being asked. I removed my underwear, and Blake exclaimed “A metal one!” This was the first time I had worn my new metal cage for him, previously I had just worn a clear plastic one, which Blake wasn’t happy with because it didn’t look secure enough. “He’s been so excited to show you” my wife said, and they laughed.
My wife then pulled a floral apron out of her bag, and proceeded to put it on me. It only just covered my cock, and covered nothing behind. “I’ve got something else you need to wear” she said. She pulled out a pink bunny tail buttplug. I proceeded to put it in, but Blake interrupted me, saying “come on, give us a show, turn around”. I turned around, leant over, and put it in. “Now shake that bunny tail” my wife called out. I shook my arse. They laughed at me, and I returned to my prep.
The first course was sydney rock oysters with a coastal gin mignonette. I offered my wife and Blake drinks, my wife opted for a sauvignon blanc I had selected from the Adelaide Hills, which paired perfectly with the oysters, while Blake, being a lover of dark beers, opted for an oyster stout from the east coast of Australia. He commented that I did very well in the selection of beer, which made me proud, I love pleasing him. I gave them the drinks, and served them the oysters. They had me stand in front of them as they slowly ate them, while they chatted and got comfortable together on the couch.
My wife lifted my apron up and tucked it into the waist ties, revealing my caged cock. “So, what do you think of his new cage?” Blake leaned forward and started carefully inspecting it. He’s a tradie, and knows his stuff when it comes to welding. He said the welds aren’t the best quality, but said it’s a good solid construction.
After a while, my wife said “I think it’s time we had some entertainment”. They instructed me to put the plate of oysters down, and hop around the room like a bunny. I started jumping around the room. My heavy cage bounced around, pulling on my balls and causing discomfort. “Bunnies have ears, where are your ears?” I put my fingers up beside my head like bunny ears, and kept hopping around. “Don’t stop till we tell you to” they chastised me. I was getting sweaty and my ankles were getting sore from all the jumping, my balls were getting more and more uncomfortable. “Ok, you can make our dinner now.”
I proceeded with prep for the next course. Handmade truffled pumpkin and ricotta tortellini, with burnt butter and sage sauce. The tortellini of course I had already made earlier that day, it just needed to be reheated, and I’d already browned the butter, it only needed to be melted. I quickly had it prepared, and served it to them. I poured Blake another beer, and my wife asked for a gin and tonic, which I made for her. They then told me to kneel in the kitchen, facing away from them, while they ate, which I did.
Once they were done, my wife asked me if I had any tortellini left over. I did. She said, “You need to eat, put some in a bowl for yourself”. I did as I was told, and she motioned for me to come sit at the table. I put the bowl on the table, and went to sit down on a chair, when Blake said “you don’t need a chair”. I stopped, and kneeled at the table. I picked up a fork, and Blake said “you don’t need a fork”. My wife then got out a collar with a pink loveheart tag, and put it on me. “Now eat your dinner”. I started eating with just my mouth. The tag clinked on the bowl as I ate, much to the amusement of Blake. “Come on, get into it” he said, and pushed my face into the bowl, butter and sage sauce got into my beard, I was a mess. The tortellini were slippery, picking them up with just my mouth was really difficult. Eventually I finished it, and I cleared the table.
“How long till the next course, cuck?” Blake asked. “About 5 minutes” I responded. The next course was sous vide rock cod with truffled butter and tarragon, served on toasted citrus pearl couscous with market greens. I had already put the fish in the sous vide bath earlier in the evening, it was almost ready, I just needed to reheat the couscous. “Sounds like just enough time for you to enjoy your next course” he said.
He pulled out his massive cock, and said “you remember what your wife taught you last time, let’s see how you are now.” I knelt in front of him and started licking the shaft of his cock. I then started working on his head. His cock is so massive, it fills my mouth. I can taste his precum. I work deeper and deeper, trying to relax my throat. I feel my head being pushed deeper, I don’t know if it’s him or my wife that’s pushing me deeper, but I relax and let it slide further, then my gag reflex is triggered, I pull back and cough. But I want to please him, so I immediately keep going, this time I get far enough down to feel his pubic hairs on my face, and again I gag. “Is dinner ready?” he asks. I say “I think so”.
I get up, and head to the kitchen. I serve up the couscous, and get the fish out of the sous vide bag. It looks under done, I tear it open a bit, it is underdone. I feel terrible, I have to admit my mistake to Blake and my wife. “Sorry, it’s not cooked yet, it’ll be another 20 minutes”. I put the fish back in the sous vide bath, and Blake says “well, that’s enough time for me”.
Blake sits down on the lounge, and instructs me to kneel in front of him. I start sucking his cock again, this time my wife wanks the lower end of the shaft. I can hear them kissing and making out, but I don’t really notice, I’m just focussed on Blake’s huge cock. I try to use my tongue as much as possible, and I take over from my wife with my hand, working harder and faster. “Slow down” says my wife, “you want to bring him there slowly”. I vary my pace, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast.
Eventually, Blake says “should I give it to him?” My wife says “yes”. Blake holds my head, and starts thrusting up into my mouth. Suddenly it’s a completely different experience. He is in control, and his thrusts are so strong. I don’t think I’ve ever thrust like that in my life, I don’t have the strength. He thrusts harder and hard into my throat, until he lets out an enormous moan, and then I feel the warm sticky cum in my mouth. It doesn’t taste bad at all, just kind of sweet, salty and sticky. I suck it all up and swallow, and then keep sucking to get everything I can. I feel proud of myself, that I made him cum, and weird at the same time, I never thought I’d enjoy a man cumming in my mouth so much.
I get up, and go and check on dinner. It’s ready. I serve, and then I offer them each another drink. They both ask for a gin and tonic this time. I prepare that, and hand it to them, and again, I kneel in the kitchen facing away from them while they eat. Again, at the end of the course, they tell me to serve mine up for myself in a bowl. “This time, you’re eating off the floor”. I put the bowl on the floor, and start eating from it. My wife gets out a leash, and attaches it to the back of my collar. As I’m eating, suddenly it’s yanked hard on. I don’t know who has the leash at this point, but they pull my head away from the bowl. “Come on, eat your dinner, the sooner you’re done the sooner we can move on to what we’re really here for”. I pull on the leash, choking a bit, trying to reach my food, and eventually they let go. I continue eating, but again the leash is yanked on, and I’m pulled away. I can hear Blake and my wife making out behind me, while occasionally chastising me for not eating, telling me to hurry up. They continue doing this the whole time I’m eating my food, until they eventually forget that I’m there, too focussed on each other. I finish, and then clear the table and clean up.
While I’m cleaning up, Blake takes my wife to the bed, and starts undressing her. I’m focussed on cleaning up, but I glance at them every so often. I hear a vibrator, and he’s using it on her. She starts moaning, while I continue to wash up. I prepare the next course for them, truffled panna cotta with raspberry coulis, and place it on the table, but they are too busy on the bed, so I continue cleaning up. My wife’s groans grow loader, as she eventually climaxes. By this time I’m finished cleaning up and am just standing there in the kitchen, watching. Blake climbs on her and they tenderly cuddle for 10 minutes, quietly saying things to each other and giggling.
Eventually, they get up, and they come over to eat their dessert. While doing so, they call me over, and ask me to kneel in front of them. “Did you like Blake cumming inside your mouth?” I didn’t know how to answer. I could pretend I didn’t like it, but I did like it. I didn’t want to admit that, but I didn’t want to be dishonest to them. “Yes”, I said very sheepishly. They kept peppering me with questions. “What did it taste like? Did you like the taste? What did you think of his cock?” Blake asked me “What’s your cock good for?” I answered “Nothing.” He then said “I’m going to fuck your wife tonight, what do you think of that?” Again, I didn’t know how to answer. I really wanted to see him fuck her, but I was ashamed to admit it. But again, all I could do was be honest. More sheepish answers. More questions that put me in my place. “Are you going to be upset that I’m fucking her?” “No” I say.
They finish their dessert, and then they head to the bed. They start fucking, he takes her from behind. My wife says “Oh yes…. You make me feel so full.” She moans, harder and louder than I’ve ever heard her moan with me. The way he fucks her is so dominant, she has no say, she just goes along with everything he does, she completely surrenders to him. It’s nothing like her and I, she’s usually in control, telling me what to do when we fuck. Sometimes I try to play dominant when we fuck, but compared to what I’m watching now, that’s all it is, play. I could never hope to be truly dominant like what I’m seeing.
My wife looks at me with smouldering eyes while he’s fucking her. Intense pleasure is on her face, like nothing I’ve seen before. Suddenly, she says to me “You need to leave. Get dressed.” I put on my clothes as I’m told, but slowly, because I want to see what’s happening. They continue fucking. I finish getting dressed, and she says “go wait in the car, I’ll message you when we’re done”. I let myself out and go and sit in the car. As I walk away from the granny flat, I hear her moaning even louder.
It’s raining, and the sound of the rain on the car roof drains out any sound that I might hear from them. “How long will they take?” I wonder. The minutes pass. I go on my phone, but all I do is switch back and forth from app to app, not really knowing what to do. I’m shaking, full of nervous energy, trying to process everything that just happened. I try all sorts of things to pass the time, but very unsuccessfully because all I can think about is how dominant Blake was with my wife, and imagine them fucking.
After 40 minutes, I get the message to come back inside. I head back inside, not sure what to expect. Blake and my wife are in bed, under the covers. They tell me to sit down on the couch, as they caress, kiss and tenderly talk to each other. A song comes on, “Hands on You” by Ashley Munroe. “Omg, it’s our song” my wife says. This song had come on when my wife was driving us to our second date, about a woman who wanted to be fucked by a man. It had become a song that we’d often made love to. She tells Blake all about it, and then tells me to come over and sit on the bed beside her. “Put your hands on me” she says to both of us. We both caress her, while she sings along to the song, loving the attention of two guys focussing on her at once.
She gets out of bed, and I help her get dressed, while Blake dresses himself. We all head back to the car, and I open the door for my wife. But she gives Blake a very long kiss goodbye. I wait for them to finish, and she eventually finishes and gets in the car. We drive home, and finish the night with passionate love making.