Chapter 2

Zayden mumbled angry objections then slumped down in his seat half passed out. Mark whispered something clandestine to his wife moments before she accepted the terms of my challenge, “So it’s agreed: Peter names two out of three participants then he can choose whichever one of us wants to be serviced by him.” She winked at Lyla, “Now’s your chance.”

Thoroughly blindfolded the room seemed pitch black. I hoped my other senses really would be heightened. A warm body inched closer to my face. I leaned in, inhaling deeply, my nose just barely touched Aileen’s bush, and I had no doubts declaring, “That one’s my wife! I’d know her anywhere.”

The second one approached reluctantly. I think Hannah would have been bolder. Then again, the neglected Lyla might have reason to be aggressive too. I wanted to pull her close but they had tied my hands behind my back. “Closer.” I begged. “You smell fantastic, just come closer.” When she was within striking distance I clearly detected the mixed musky and pungent scents that only came from a woman’s hairy beaver. “I think this is the amazing Lyla.” Then I tried to get her to let me eat her out. “Zayden is out of it. Just give me a lick.” For a second I sensed her getting closer. Then she was gone.

The last one, the one that had to be the gorgeous Hanna, lifted her skirt and shoved her very powerfully powdered scented puss right up next to my lips. I didn’t expect perfume. She seemed desperate to be kissed rather than smelled. I reached out with my tongue and barely touched a little lump of a clit before she took it from me. This one was totally bare. “Ok, it’s Hannah.”

I was sure of my victory but they surprised me explaining that I had to go again. Aileen used her dom voice, “Smell this one!”

“Well, it’s not my wife,” I said, “since she’s talking from my right side. Soo, which one of you went twice?”

It didn’t smell like either had before. Inhaling the earthy aromas of sexual excitement and no perfume I thought I knew what was happening. Lyla had become turned on which explained the change in her scent and her change of heart. There’s no better smell than sexual excitement. Half the enjoyment of oral sex comes from the pheromones.

And when some pubic hair brushed up against my face I was sure. “It’s not Hannah either.” I declared confidently. “So Lyla, I’m so glad you came back to be serviced. Aileen gave me permission you know. And we all agreed to the rules.”

I sucked in another big breath of sexually charged air, “Let’s do it. I can smell how aroused you are. I pick you. Any way you want. But you should know, I’m really good with my mouth.”

Aileen laughed nervously from my side. But they were having too much fun at my expense as Hanna, sitting across from me, spoke again, “You did get at least two out of three. Are you sure that’s the one you want? What if you claim Lyla but it’s another contestant that chooses you? The rules were that the other person had to want you too.”

There was some shuffling around as Aileen and Hannah moved to different places, presumably to watch, or enact a new deception. I figured they were going to claim that if I picked Lyla but it was Hannah that picked me I’d get neither.

Aware of their trickery I replied to Hannah, “Sure. Yea. Lyla, my wife, you, it doesn’t matter to me. I pick this one.” But I did worry about my wife’s out-of-the-blue willingness for me to have sex with one of our friends: so I asked her, “As long as you’re really ok with it?”

Aileen brought her face right up next to mine from the other side this time and kissed me, “It really is alright that you do this honey. Unless you don’t want to. You can back out anytime. Though I would be willing to share you drunk or sober, last week or next week, Lyla or Hannah or someone else. So enjoy ‘smelling’ what you’ve been offered. Then do it.” Again I heard her use that euphemism for cunnilingus.

Her unexpected willingness to share me was putting me ill at ease. So she reassured me more, “You do so much for me. And you won and you deserve this.” She kissed me again the way she does when she’s turned on, “Baby, you really do have my permission.”

I took a few deep breaths inhaling the magnificent sexy intoxicants of the supposed unknown person in front of me that I was pretty sure I knew despite their ineffective attempts to fool me. Even if I were wrong – either Lyla or Hannah would satisfy me. Sucking in yet again I confirmed it was the same one as a moment ago before they had shuffled seats.

I didn’t want to go straight for the clit. I wanted to enjoy everything so I started far away on the inside of a sexy thigh.

Aileen climbed behind me straddling my body with her legs on either side of me. Then her hands were in my lap, massaging my dick through the nurse’s skirt. My hands, still tied behind my back, were tickling her crotch through the surgical gown.

I heard Hannah talking from above me. I could tell she was standing behind Lyla with her head on her shoulder trying to have some fun, trying to trick me again, but still failing. She went so far as to reach around Lyla to guide my head. But I could feel the distinctive rings on her fingers. “Are you ready for your mystery lover?”

My ‘mystery’ lover started moving horny hips in response to my nibbling even as Aileen nibbled on my neck. My wonderful wife flipped my skirt up exposing my dick to all the girls’ view. They didn’t laugh or make fun of me. If anything, I felt like they were impressed by my hardness.

I moved to the other side lavishing attention on that thigh next. Involuntary humping against my face let me know I was having an effect. I was affected too. As was Aileen who was inching her pussy closer to my fingers and began stroking my cock slowly before she asked quietly, “Would it be alright if I were commanding, dear? You can always use your safe word.”

I only stopped my oral attentions long enough to answer, “Yes, Mistress.” It was a leap for me since now they would know how my wife dominated me.

I’d almost forgotten I was dressed in a woman’s costume but Aileen surely didn’t, “Ok, slutty sissy tranny. Are you ready to serve?”

Her reference to our earlier conversation reminded me that I still wanted a blowjob, and that I might actually get a creampie tonight. I replied breathlessly, “Oh yes. I’m ready for anything.”

She waved my cock in her excitement, “I’m so proud of you.” And she too remembered what we had said, “I’m so wet. I’m definitely giving you that creampie tonight if you follow through. Would you like that tranny blowjob right now?” My cock throbbed in her fingers in anticipation of receiving one of her amazing blowjobs.

“You don’t care that I’m dressed like this?” I certainly didn’t care anymore. I was so turned on I’d fuck anyone or anything.

Contrary to what she had said at home she replied enthusiastically, “Not at all. It’s gonna make it sooo much better.” She moved her fingertips gently to my jaws while kissing and nibbling wildly on the back of my neck. Guiding me, she directed my lips to the exact place where Lyla’s labia should be if she hadn’t moved at all.

At the first touch of the soft meaty flesh of sexual organs my cock twitched causing Hanna to give an excited hoot. Then something was wrong. Lyla’s outer labia was grossly misshapen. It was huge and rounded, but still pleasantly furry and warm as it should be. It made me doubt that this was really the gorgeous Lyla. But the other possibility, Hannah, was just as pretty and just as unlikely to have such strange lady parts.

I tried the labia on the other side only to be met with the same bizarre shape that belonged to no normal pussy. Aileen was encouraging me, “It’s alright. I love you.” How badly deformed could her pussy be if my wife was still on board? Any pussy should be great to eat. Any pussy that smelled as nice as this should be a pleasure to lick and taste.

My wife directed my lips toward the center, then switched her voice, “Suck it sissy boy! Marks going to love you doing this for him.”

I was thinking she’d used the wrong name. Zayden was the one who didn’t have to eat Lyla’s pussy. It was Zayden I was doing the favor for. I resisted her efforts to push me into the possibly irregular cunt. Just a little because I was afraid of what I might find. But also to correct her, “You mean Zayden.”

“No. It’s Mark’s cock you’ll be sucking. Zayden’s passed out cold.”

“I thought you figured out our little game. He’s the one whose odor you really liked and picked. And he picked you too. I bet it’s because of the slutty costume.”

She switched on her bossy femdom voice full throttle now, “JUST SUCK IT. WE ALL WANT IT.”

A million thoughts ran through my mind all at once. I had a choice. I had a safe word. But I was so horny and he had smelled better than Lyla or Hannah. He was so turned on by me. And my wife was wanting this and telling me to do it.

How bad could it be?

Mark took my head in his hands so four sets of gentle fingers managed me now. Together my wife and my friend brought my lips to his cock and I let them. At the first touch I flinched. I pushed my body back against hers in retreat. But she wasn’t having it, “SUCK IT.”

I let her position me in front of my friend’s cock, not using the safe word. They drew me in again. This time I heard Lyla and Hannah close by breathing raggedly. They were so close I could even feel their exhalations on my face. I could almost smell their sexually charged pussies just a couple of feet lower.

“Bring your pussies up here next to my face so I can smell you and I’ll suck him real good.” It was an idle threat. I was going to suck Mark’s cock either way.

Soon I smelled the powdery scent to one side and the musky scent on the other so I opened wide plunging down on Mark’s hard bouncing staff.

It took me a minute to wet it but before you know it I was breathing in the sex infused air from three horny sex organs and taking a cock deep into my mouth.

In the dark I could feel the soft skin of Lyla and Hanna’s hips pressed to my cheeks as I slurped and sucked noisily on my first dick that was every bit as good to eat as pussy.

Next, eight hands were on my head, conducting my every move. I bobbed up and down on that sexy hard cock overjoyed to learn something new about Mark: his cock was a very average five inches. Five inches was a very nice size to suck.

In another moment Mark was thrusting wildly indicating his impending orgasm.

I sped up and increased my pressure which brought him off grandly. His cum was a sweet and bitter melange, a salty and pungent mix. But most importantly it smelled and tasted like a climax is supposed to taste.

Mark blew his load screaming, “We should have Peter dress as a woman every Halloween!”

Aileen answered back, “Only if I can share him with all of you.”

I couldn’t wait a whole year, “I can do the girls right now. All of you.”

Sadly Hannah declined, “All this talk of pussy eating all night has got me dreaming about my own husband eating me out. But I’ll take a rain check.”

Aileen also said it would have to wait because she wanted me to lick her pussy at home after I filled her with cum.

It was Lyla’s turn to be shocked, “Wait! After?!”

So Aileen explained, “Yep. He can shoot his pent up load then I’ll just roll on top.”

The dark skinned beauty just shook her head, “On top? After? Zayden would NEVER agree to that.”

But Aileen had a ready reply, “After they cum no man wants to. They’re all the same then. I’m sure Peter’s going to try to back out but I won’t let him. I’m just gonna roll over and use my weight to subdue him.”

Lyla looked longingly at her husband who was in no condition to eat pussy and had made himself clear earlier. Then Aileen offered, “Let’s talk later. I’m sure you can make him do it. Besides you’re curvier than I am. You’ll have no trouble training and subduing Zayden.”

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