Lucy’s eyes opened slowly. She focused on her bedside clock then turned and kissed the top of her husband’s head as he snuggled contentedly against her.
“I know you don’t want to get up Peter… but Beth and Martin are going to be here in about two and a half hours and we’ve got a lot to do.”
Peter grunted into her breast, the last thing he wanted to do was get out of this lovely warm bed and start preparing dinner, but he knew Lucy wasn’t going to let him stay here much longer. He licked his lips and savoured the sweet taste of Lucy’s pussy still present. He sighed softly, then closed his lips around Lucy’s still semi-hard nipple and gave it a gentle suck.
“You really can’t get enough can you?” laughed Lucy.
“Nope!” replied Peter, running his tongue over her little bud. “Frankly, when it comes to you, I’m insatiable!”
“I know… but we need to get up. Besides, I don’t think I’ve got the energy for any more and I already told you I wasn’t unlocking you this weekend, no matter what.”
Peter whined softly and conceded defeat. He couldn’t complain, Lucy had already allowed him to lick her to two massive orgasms and only 24 hours ago she’d unlocked him and edged him half way to insanity before locking him back up again.
“If you’re very good I might let you worship my ass before we go to sleep tonight… I know how much you love that,” offered Lucy.
Peter immediately brightened and shot out of bed.
“Okay, I’m up, what do I do first?”
Lucy laughed again, if only she’d known how easy it was to motivate her husband when they had first got married… but never mind.
“Well, you can start by peeling the potatoes, laying the table, and putting some more Sauv in the fridge…”
Peter was half dressed before she could finish her sentence.
“Okay, I’m on it!” he said, almost tripping over his own feet as he rushed to get downstairs.
Lucy watched him disappear from the room and allowed her hand to slide down between her legs. She was still wet and she didn’t want to get up either, but it had to be done…
She sat up and swung her legs out of bed and was just about to reach for her phone when it started to vibrate across the bedside table.
Lucy picked it up and looked at the screen, it was Beth.
“Hi Beth,” she said as she held the phone in front of her.
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Peter heard Lucy coming down the stairs and looked up.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Mmmm, kind of… Martin can’t make it so Beth was calling to cancel.”
“Oh, no…”
“I know. So I said we’d fetch her and take her home… you don’t mind do you?”
“No, of course not.”
Lucy wrapped her arms around her husband and cuddled him.
“Thank you Peter, you are a wonderful husband, I’m sure Beth will appreciate it. I don’t think her and Martin are always on the same page lately… so I want to make sure she has a really good time tonight.”
“No problem. I wasn’t planning to drink anyway…”
Peter hugged his wife tightly and she felt his cage pressing against her stomach. She reached down and gave it a little squeeze.
“Thank you for earlier, that was lovely…”
“The pleasure was all mine,” promised Peter.
They kissed briefly and then set about preparing the meal they would enjoy later with Beth.
*****
Beth only lived about 15 minutes away and Lucy left Peter in charge of the dinner while she went to collect her friend. As Peter watched over the oven his mind wandered back to earlier in the day when he had been face down between Lucy’s sexy thighs. He loved eating her pussy so much, he just never wanted it to end. Hopefully Lucy would keep her word and allow him the pleasure of worshipping her delicious ass later. As he imagined the sensation of his tongue playing over her tight hole his cock swelled in its cage and he briefly wished he could remove it and touch himself.
A few moments later he heard Lucy’s car pull up outside and the sounds of the two women talking excitedly as they approached the door. He knew his role tonight would be to let them talk and he was fine with that. Peter liked Beth a lot, and Martin too actually. He could see where Martin wasn’t always the best husband in the world, but he hoped the evening wouldn’t just descend into a tedious’ Martin bash’.
Lucy and Beth came into the expansive kitchen and Peter gave Beth a hug. He told them to go and get comfortable and he would bring them a drink in a moment. He knew both women would only want the finest New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc and they always had plenty of that on tap.
Peter took their drinks into the lounge and then retreated to the kitchen, he thought it probably best to leave them to talk alone and he had plenty to be getting on with. A while later he called them to come to the dining room and served them each a plate of beef shin which they all enjoyed enormously.
The evening was pleasant but so far uneventful and once everyone had finished dessert, Peter took the dishes through to the kitchen and set about clearing up. Then he returned to the dining room, retrieved the ladies’ glasses and recharged them, before loading the dishwasher and running the hot water for the other dishes.
In the dining room Beth and Lucy continued their chatter…
“Come on Lucy, what’s your secret?”
“What do you mean?” asked Lucy innocently.
“You know damn well what I mean… how did you end up with a Peter and I ended up with a Martin?”
Lucy laughed. If only she knew…
“It’s all very well laughing,” pressed Beth. “But you clearly did something very right somewhere along the way…”
Lucy looked at her friend, this wasn’t the first time they’d had exactly this conversation, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Or maybe it would…
“Umm,” Lucy started… and then thought better of it.
Beth was intrigued now. She could tell her friend was about to say something but had changed her mind at the last second.
“Go on…” urged Beth. “Please tell me!”
“I… can’t…” admitted Lucy finally. “Honestly, I REALLY want to tell you. But I just can’t.”
Beth looked downbeat and the conversation came to a slightly uneasy silence. Lucy really felt for her friend, and truly wanted to share her secret, but she couldn’t do it without asking Peter first.
“Wait here, let me just go and check something.”
She went into the kitchen and gently shut the door behind her, then walked over to where Peter was busy near the sink and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts into his broad back.
“Peter…” she began seductively.
“Yes darling…” he said turning around to face her.
Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck and stared up into her husband’s warm, adoring eyes.
“Peter… listen,” Lucy half whispered.
He cocked his head as if listening intently.
“Poor Beth, she keeps asking me what my ‘secret’ is….”
“What do you mean? The beef shin? It was pretty awesome wasn’t it?”
“No Peter… she wasn’t talking about the beef.”
“Oh, what then…”
“She wants to know how come I got a Peter and she got a Martin.”
“Oh, I see… awkward.”
“Isn’t it? The thing is Peter, I really want to tell her… we’ve kept this just between us for so long and I’ve always wanted to share it with someone, well her in particular… but I can’t make that decision on my own, so…”
Lucy moved closer and rubbed herself against his cage.
“Would you let me tell her about this?”
Peter looked down at her, he felt more than a little anxious about sharing this most intimate secret, but he knew if Lucy really wanted to tell her friend then she would persuade him eventually, so he might as well go along with it.
“If you really want to, then yes,” he said cautiously.
“Are you sure… because once I tell her I can’t take it back.”
“I know. But I trust your judgment… and I’m sure you will think of a way to thank me.”
Lucy beamed up at him, “Oh you can count on that.”
She kissed him and then headed back to the door, but just as she was reaching for the handle she stopped and walked back towards him.
“What if I wanted to show her?”
“What?”
“What if I wanted to show her your cage?”
“You mean while it’s on me?” asked Peter a little taken aback.
“Yes.”
“I… well, I don’t know, I mean… are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“I don’t know… yet. Maybe.”
Peter looked at his gorgeous wife. Deep down he knew he couldn’t deny her anything so he planted a kiss on her forehead and simply said ‘I trust you’.
Lucy reached down and gently squeezed Peter’s balls through his jeans.
“In a minute I want you to come out and get our glasses, then refill them and then bring them to us in the lounge. Then I want you to sit on the floor next to me, okay?”
“Sure,” replied Peter, wondering what the hell was about to happen.
*****
Lucy returned to the dining room and her friend, beaming broadly.
“Oh, what’s up now…” asked Beth, sensing the eagerness of her friend’s return.
“I have something to tell you, something I’ve wanted to tell you for ages… Years!”
“What? asked Beth, wide eyed.
“Come on, let’s go and sit in the lounge, Peter will be along soon.”
The two women returned to the lounge and sat next to each other on the long deep sofa. A few minutes later Peter brought them their wines and set them down where they could reach them.
Then he sat on the floor as instructed and Lucy discreetly moved her foot so that it was in his lap. He instinctively took it in his hands, removed her shoe and gently massaged it as she spoke to Beth.
Beth didn’t notice at first but soon she did and thought it a little odd in company.
“About five years ago,” began Lucy. “Peter came to me and told me that he had read about something called ‘Chastity’ and he wanted to try it. Have you ever heard of it…?”
“Well… no. I mean I know what ‘chastity’ means… I think,” answered Beth. “But go on…”
“Well, at first I was a bit… I dunno, freaked out because he wanted to buy this cage thing that you lock onto his… penis… so that he couldn’t touch himself unless I let him.”
Beth’s eyebrows raised about two inches.
“Wow… okay.”
“Yeah, I know… So I was a bit… like, WHAT? And at first I was really, really dead against it. I mean who would even do that?”
Beth took a large sip of wine and replaced her glass before Lucy continued, clearly excited to finally be sharing her great secret.
“So, yeah initially it was a ‘no’ from me. But Peter persisted, he told me that he had read all about it and he thought it could make our relationship even stronger than it already was.”
Peter glanced up at Beth who was now eyeing him with a new perspective.
“Eventually he wore me down and I agreed to try it. I have to say, at first it felt weird, wrong… mean even. But Peter reassured me endlessly and after a while I started to come around. It’s hard to explain… but once you get your head around it, it feels really good to know that only you can decide when he gets to cum, or even gets any kind of stimulation…”
Beth took another large gulp of wine.
“I… I can’t believe you two… are so damned kinky! And you never told me!”
Lucy looked at her husband, slightly worried how he would react now that their secret was finally out. Meanwhile Peter had his head down, staring at Lucy’s beautiful, sexy foot and wondering how he truly felt about all this.
For a few moments Lucy wondered if she’d made a terrible mistake sharing all this with Beth, and she grabbed her own wine glass and took a huge swig of it simply for something to do with her mouth.
Before she could compose her thoughts and continue, Beth interrupted with a bombshell of her own.
“Can I… see it?” she whispered.
“What?” asked Lucy, her head darting back towards her long-time friend.
“Can I see it?” Beth repeated, a little louder this time.
“I… I don’t know,” responded Lucy, intrigued but a little startled by her friend’s rather forward request. She’d pondered the idea of showing Beth Peter’s cage, but she hadn’t expected her to ask to see it!
“Please?”
Lucy turned and look down at Peter.
“What do you think Peter? Should we show her?”
Peter looked up at the two women, suddenly nervous at the prospect of being exposed in front of their mutual friend. But at the same time his cock was already trying to get hard and he slowly pulled himself up to his feet. Now that Beth knew their secret what did he really have to lose?
Beth’s eyes were drawn to Peter’s groin area and she noticed now how there was definitely a slight bulge there that she’d never noticed before. She licked her lips as Lucy leaned forward and pulled him closer, her fingers trembling slightly as she undid the button of his jeans and slowly pulled down the zip.
Peter felt his jeans dropping, until only his boxer shorts were protecting his modesty. Beth leaned forward eagerly, intrigued by the way the thin material clung to the shape of the cage.
“Oh my God… it’s true,” she breathed.
Lucy turned towards her and smiled…
“Yes, it’s true,” she said triumphantly. Then, slipping into the confident, dominant tone that she used on Peter when she was teasing him she added “Do you really want to see it?”
Beth nodded enthusiastically and Lucy glanced up at Peter who by this time was resigned to wherever his wife wanted to take this.
“Okay then…”
Lucy slowly pulled Peter’s shorts down and Beth gasped softly as the steel cage emerged into view.
“Oh my…” she breathed.
The woman stared at the contraption strapped to her friend’s exposed cock for several long seconds before speaking again.
“Is it… comfortable?” she asked, looking up at Peter.
“Well, you get used to it eventually,” he replied calmly. “At first it’s definitely weird, but after the first few weeks it felt weird not wearing it.”
Beth nodded and then fell silent for a little while longer.
“Can I… touch it?” Beth asked Lucy nervously.
Lucy smirked softly, wondering why she was asking her and not Peter, but told her to go ahead anyway. By this point she was confident Peter would be up for whatever she said and she watched as Beth reached out and felt the warm steel between her fingers. Beth found the experience oddly erotic and she rubbed her fingers gently along the curved, smooth bars.
“Is it easy to get off?” asked Beth curiously.
“At first no… but I can get it off pretty quick now, when I want to,” said Lucy. “I can get it back on pretty quick too, can’t I Peter?”
“Yes, you sure can…” he sighed.
Lucy stood up and whispered something in Peter’s ear. He quickly pulled his jeans and shorts up, then scooped up the women’s wine glasses and took them to the kitchen to refill them yet again.
“Well, what do you think?” asked Lucy.
“I don’t know.…” replied Beth. “I must admit it’s kinda hot. But I still can hardly believe it of you two, of all people!”
“Haha, it’s always the quiet ones…” smiled Lucy.
“How often do you take it off him?”
“Not as often as you’d think… and even when I do take it off that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s going to be allowed to cum.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“So what, you take it off and play with his cock and then just lock it up again?”
“Yeah, pretty much…”
“No way. And he’s okay with that?”
“Yeah.”
“God that must be so frustrating!”
“I know. I wouldn’t like it… but he absolutely loves it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Do you want to watch?”
“What?”
“Do you want to watch me tease him a little bit?”
“Yes…. if it’s okay with Peter.”
“Oh don’t worry about Peter, he’ll be more than happy to let you watch.”
The two women moved through to the dining room where they found their glasses recharged and waiting for them. Suddenly Peter was nowhere to be seen.
Lucy scooped both glasses up and passed one to her friend.
“Give me a couple of minutes and then come upstairs, second door on the right… okay?”
Beth nodded and nervously sipped her wine, she was giddy with excitement and couldn’t believe what was happening. How could she not know this was going on under her nose.
Lucy climbed the stairs and found Peter lying naked on their bed as she had instructed.
“Oh, there you are…” she joked. “I wondered where you’d got to.”
“Lucy… are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked, slightly concerned that the wine was clouding his wife’s judgment. He didn’t want her blaming him for all this tomorrow morning when the buzz wore off and reality bit.
Lucy ignored his question, moved to the head of the bed and retrieved the ties that were permanently attached to the headboard.
“Give me your wrist.”
Peter offered his wrist and watched as Lucy wrapped the Velcro band around it then moved to the other side of the bed.
“No matter what happens, you don’t cum – right?”
“Yes Mistress,” answered Peter, clearly her mind was made up.
“Good. I’m going to show Beth how to remove the cage and tease you a little bit… I know I said you weren’t getting out this weekend no matter what, but I’m sure you will forgive me just this once.”
Peter moaned as Lucy dragged her fingernails across his stomach and down towards his balls.
“Not that it really matters what you think…”
Lucy heard Beth’s footsteps on the stairs and she turned to welcome her friend to the bedroom. The two women looked down at Peter’s prone form, Beth feeling suddenly flushed as she took in the sight of her friend’s attractive (and very naked) husband lying restrained before her.
“Why have you tied him up?” she asked inquisitively.
“Well, I want to make sure he does what he’s told and that he doesn’t get too carried away… I mean he’s pretty good these days, but in the beginning he was a bit of a handful. Plus we’ve never had an audience before…”
Beth didn’t really understand what that meant, but she nodded her approval and watched as Lucy moved closer and bent nearer to her husband’s groin. She gently cupped his balls and gave them a little squeeze before turning to Beth and asking, “So should we let him out?”
Beth giggled nervously and nodded enthusiastically, then watched as Lucy reached down inside her top and retrieved a necklace with Peter’s key fixed to it.
“So I always know exactly where it is,” she explained with a wink.
Beth licked her lips, her eyes were like saucers now.
Lucy turned back to her husband and bent down to insert the key in the small padlock that sat atop her husband’s cage. Peter sighed loudly as he first felt the lock being removed and then the main part of the cage being slid off his cock. Lucy set it aside, then quickly slid the back ring off and gently massaged his hardening cock until it was standing rigid and tall.
Then she licked her fingertip and circled it around the head of Peter’s cock causing another deep groan to escape his lips, before loosely grasping his rod and slowly working her hand up and down the entire length.
Beth watched intently, fascinated by the slow, gentle teasing that Lucy was administering and the dramatic effect it had on Peter almost immediately.
“How long has it been since you let him cum?” she asked breathlessly..
“About three and a half weeks,” Lucy answered calmly.
“Jesus… no wonder he’s squirming.”
Lucy let out a chuckle.
“He’s gone longer than that before. Much longer… you have to make sure to empty his balls once every few weeks – but that doesn’t mean he has to enjoy it.”
“What do you mean?” asked Beth.
“Well, you either give him a ruined orgasm… or you milk him.”
“You what?”
Lucy couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s innocence. Once upon a time these words meant nothing to her too, but now of course they were second nature.
“Well, a ruined orgasm is where you jerk him until he starts to cum and you let go… that means he ‘cums’ but it’s frustrating and he doesn’t get any relief from it and there’s no refractory period, so he’s still horny. Whereas ‘milking’ means you stimulate his prostate with your fingers or a dildo until his cum leaks out.”
“Oh my God,” Beth half-moaned.
The two women watched Peter’s cock throbbing as Lucy’s hand continued to gently tease it.
“Or it’s also possible to do it by rubbing the skin behind his balls, though I’ve never done that personally.”
Beth’s eyes were wide open now as she imagined her friend fucking Peter’s ass with a dildo until she ‘ruined’ his orgasm.
“But… why would he let you do that?”
Lucy looked at her friend, it was a fair question.
“Well, to be honest, most of this was his idea initially, I mean… obviously. And it’s not that easy to explain, but he loves giving me control and now I LOVE taking it…. do you want to try?”
Beth looked at her friend hesitantly, but Lucy took her hand and guided her…
“That’s it. Not too tight, just let your hand slip over his skin… that’s it, now slowly up and down.”
Peter couldn’t believe what was happening to him, He wasn’t even supposed to be getting let out this weekend and now his wife’s best friend was stroking his aching cock!
“I love how hard he is…” breathed Beth.
“I know… it’s hot isn’t it?” replied Lucy.
“Once he gets past about forty days it starts to drive him crazy.”
Beth was breathing hard as her fingers moved gently up and down Peter’s hot, smooth cock.
“Past forty days,” she murmured.
“Yes, but it really starts to kick in once you get to about seventy.”
Beth looked at her friend, incredulously.
“Seventy days?” she queried.
“Uh huh, he’s gone longer, but there comes a point where it doesn’t get any worse for him. Then it’s all about the drop.”
Lucy gently placed her hand on her friend’s arm, then leaned towards her and whispered ‘Let go.’
Beth obeyed immediately and Peter moaned in absolute frustration.
“Oh poor Peter,” Lucy chuckled. “We got him all worked up and then stopped just when he was least expecting it…”
“The drop?” prompted Beth.
“Yes…” Lucy explained. “The thing is the longer he goes the worse it is when I let him cum. Not only is it almost painful, because it’s SO intense… but even worse than that he knows he has to wait at least 40 days for it to really start working again.”
“Oh my..” said Beth looking down at Peter’s poor, throbbing cock.
“It’s quite amusing really, because once he gets to that stage his head says keep going, but of course his cock is dying to explode. Which is why I have to decide for him, if a few seconds of ‘pleasure’ is worth the hill he has to climb to get back where he was.”
“Jesus… you’ve really thought about this haven’t you?”
“Well, it’s been going on quite a while, so we’ve learned together.”
Beth bit her lip anxiously.
“Start again,” whispered Lucy.
Beth curled her fingers loosely around Peter’s straining meat and began stroking him lightly once more, while Lucy wrapped her fingers around the back of her husband’s swollen balls and started to gently squeeze them.
Peter moaned as he felt his balls being compressed and released while Beth rhythmically teased his length… but soon Lucy started to squeeze harder and pull on his balls. Beth noticed what she was doing and started to up the pace too, gradually gripping harder as she pumped her friend’s thick cock.
“Be careful,” warned Lucy. “I won’t be happy if you accidentally push him over the edge.”
Beth immediately slowed down and loosened her grip again…
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I was getting carried away.”
Lucy moved closer to her friend and whispered again.
“If you really want to drive him crazy, take those jeans off and straddle his face.”
The way Lucy phrased it made it sound more like an order than a suggestion. Beth thought about it for a second before nervously sliding her jeans down her legs. She was soaking wet and she was sure her panties must be sodden, but for some reason having Lucy tell her what to do made her want to comply.
Lucy watched as her friend climbed onto the bed and straddled her husband’s chest. She backed up so that her pussy was right over his face and lowered it so that her dripping wet panties were just an inch or two above his mouth.
“Now I want you to play with your pussy while you watch me punish Peter’s cock,” commanded Lucy.
Beth felt her fingers move down between her legs and inside the front of her underwear. Meanwhile Lucy took hold of Peter’s stalk and slapped the head repeatedly, each time drawing a muffled grunt from her husband.
“Are you getting close?” she asked.
Beth nodded, her fingers moving faster between her legs.
“Good, I’m sure Peter’s enjoying this too…”
Lucy gripped her husband’s cock and started to pump it hard.
“But he better not cum without permission.”
Beth, watched as Lucy pumped her husband’s aching cock, occasionally slapping her left hand against his overfull nuts. Peter was already struggling to hold back and the ballslapping wasn’t helping one bit.
Beth watched attentively, her fingers moving quickly inside her drenched panties.
Lucy reached out her left hand and extended her index finger. Instinctively Beth took it into her mouth and sucked on it, while her friend nodded her approval.
“That’s it, get it nice and wet,” she whispered.
A few seconds later Lucy retracted her finger from between Beth’s lips and slid it down between Peter’s ass cheeks, finding his hole and gently pressing it inside.
Peter exhaled loudly.
“He loves it when I touch his ass,” Lucy said, her eyes locked with Beth’s. “But he still better not cum without permission…”
Beth openly groaned, she was breathing hard now and getting closer by the second. She couldn’t explain why but for some reason she felt like Lucy was controlling this ‘scene’ and that she too needed Lucy’s permission to orgasm.
Lucy noticed how her friend was looking at her, almost as if she was pleading for release. It made her own pussy very wet and she wondered what the future might hold for the three of them.
She looked directly into Beth’s eyes and started to mouth numbers… “10… 9…. 8…. 7….”
Beth’s bottom lip was trembling as she anticipated each number, her fingers a blur inside her sodden panties.
“…. 4…… 3….…. 2………. 1. CUM!” Lucy couldn’t resist dragging out the last few numbers, she really was a bitch sometimes. But only in the bedroom.
Beth’s pussy exploded and she cried out as her incredible orgasm overtook her. She collapsed onto Peter’s chest, her ass coming to rest against the base of his chin. After a few moments Beth composed herself and hauled herself back up onto her knees. She looked round and down to see Peter gasping for air, the effort of holding his own orgasm back taking a heavy toll on him.
Lucy finally relented and released his cock, pulling her finger clear from his ass as she gathered up his balls again and held them tightly.
“Would you like to clean Beth’s fingers Peter?”
Peter could barely speak, but after a few seconds he gasped his reply.
“If it pleases you Mistress…”
Lucy smiled to herself, she loved how obedient he was even in this most unfamiliar of moments.
“Mmm, I think that would be nice for you… but only if you think you can take it. I will be extremely upset if the taste of Beth’s pussy were to push you over the edge. You think you can handle it?”
“Yes Mistress,” Peter replied nervously.
“Because if I see one drop of cum out of this poor denied cock, I’m going to annihilate your balls, do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Lucy looked at Beth, nodded and watched as her friend reached back and offered her still wet fingers to Peter’s mouth. He licked and sucked on them greedily while Lucy kept a firm grip on his throbbing balls.
“Do you want some more?”
“Yes please Mistress….”
“Than ask Mistress Bethany nicely.”
“Please may I taste you again Mistress,” he begged.
Beth’s tummy did a little flip as she heard him call her Mistress for the first time. She slid her fingers back into her wet slit and made sure to get all four completely drenched before she pulled them out and offered them to him again. Peter sucked and licked each digit clean, enjoying the taste and wondering just what the hell had come over Lucy this evening that it had come to this.
Not that he was complaining…
Once Beth’s fingers were completely clean Lucy released Peter’s balls and helped her friend down off the mattress. As they stood by the bed Lucy hooked her fingers into Beth’s panties and slid them down her legs. Beth didn’t resist and obediently stepped out of them before Lucy draped them over Peter’s nose and mouth.
“Let’s leave him to cool down for a while… I’ll get you some fresh panties to wear.”
Lucy took Beth’s hand and led her away from the bed where Peter lay exhausted, his nostrils filled with the wonderful scent of Beth’s fragrant pussy. He hoped he would get to taste her again… though he was slightly surprised Lucy had allowed it.
“What did you mean when you said you would ‘annihilate’ his balls?” asked Beth.
Lucy chuckled softly… she wasn’t sure how much more her friend could take in one day and Peter was definitely done.
“It’s Peter’s birthday in a couple of weeks, I think you should come over and celebrate with us… alone.”
Beth nodded excitedly, she couldn’t wait.
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