Charmaine was wearing a very silky, royal blue, low cut top, that went with the blue balls on her cuckold chain. The caged balls fell between her cleavage which was accentuated with a half shelf bra that left her nipples bare. The loops attached to her nipples kept them turgid and prominent under the flowing top. She wore a black skirt with a slit in the front that went to about four inches below her pussy. When she sat down, it would be less. No panties, which I saw when I attached her pussy chain and locked her up. Barry had khakis and a polo shirt, like mine, except my polo shirt fit snugly over my chest and flat abs. His was loose over his wiry frame.

Jack was a well put together young man over two inches taller than Barry, say just under six feet. He had blue jeans and an untucked button down shirt. Charmaine greeted him at the door with a fervent kiss, smashing her boobs up against his chest.

"It's so good to see you again, Jack. I'm sorry we haven't gotten together before this," Charmaine said.

Of course the rest of us pretty much ignored her friendly greeting, which threw him off balance a little. He greeted Barry and got introduced to us as just Brick and Ariel. I poured wine and we chatted a bit as the pork chops finished broiling and baked potatoes finished baking. Being friendly, he asked what I did for a living.

"Mostly fucking at the moment," I replied.

Ariel had about the same answer except she said, art and fucking. "That's how we met Charmaine," Ariel said, "buying art supplies."

Not knowing what to say to us next, he was talking to Charmaine and Barry about their jobs.

"Any luck on the baby front?" Jack asked. "I know you're trying for a kid."

"We think we've resolved the baby problem," Charmaine said. "We're hoping for some good news in a week or so."

"Wonderful. I'm so happy for you guys, whoops, and girls too. I guess the ladies do all the work."

The food ready, Barry sat at the head of their table while Ariel and I sat on one side, and Jack and Charmaine on the other.

"Let me top off your wine, Jack," Charmaine said. "You look a little low."

When she poured, she reached around his head, rubbing her boobs against his neck. He looked startled, like a deer in the headlights look. Everyone else still ignoring what happened. When Charmaine sat down, she put a hand on his leg, about midway between his knee and groin. He didn't know what to do without making a stink about it, so left it there.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Jack?" Charmaine asked.

"Not at present."

She leaned close to his ear, but in a stage whisper we could all hear, said, "How are you doing for sex?" Her hand inched higher on his leg.

"I'm doing okay," he said, glancing at Barry.

She moved her hand over his cock and in the same tone of voice, said, "Let me know if you need any relief." Charmaine then released his cock and turned to Barry. "Honey, could you please pass the pork chops. I need some meat."

Barry calmly passed the pork chops. This was really entertaining. Ariel was enjoying it too.

"Sir, do you have any meat for me," she asked, calmly placing her hand over my bulge.

"Not until later, you minx," I said, removing her hand with a smile.

Putting a pork chop on Jack's plate, Charmaine said, "Eat hearty. You'll need to keep up your strength later," then gave him a peck on the cheek which lasted a hair too long.

After Jack had cut a few pieces of his pork chop and set his knife down, Charmaine took his hand and put in her slit, well up her dress. I was sure he'd touched wet pussy. Jack almost choked on what he was chewing at the time. He looked at Barry, who was looking at his hand in Charmaine's lap and not saying a word!

He yanked his hand away. "What the fuck is going on?" Jack demanded.

"I'm trying to seduce you. Is it working?" Charmaine asked. "It seems to be." She put her hand on his cock again, squeezing it gently. It did look big. Still, Barry said nothing.

"Barry, say something."

"What do you want me to say? Take my wife, please."

"Okay," Charmaine said. "No more fooling around. We'll be straight with you. Barry is infertile. He can't have children. The solution to our problem was to let another man breed me. You missed out on the breeding. I was fucked up one side and down the other. I'm probably pregnant now, with a very, very, slim possibility that an Indian man knocked me up. That didn't slow Barry down at all when he told him to fuck me.

"In the course of my breeding, Barry discovered he likes to watch other men, bigger men, more potent men, fuck me. It makes his little willy stiff as a board. I learned I liked more well endowed men fucking me. I had some earth shattering orgasms. Best I ever had. We decided that if it makes me happy, and Barry happy, why not let me fuck other men. You were our first choice because Barry said you had a nice big cock. He's a willing cuckold. He wants me to fuck you, and I want to fuck you. His dick is locked up in a cage tonight, because if I'm fucking another man, his inferior cock is locked up while I'm fucking.

"The other part of this story, is I gave my pussy to the man who bred me for the most part. I also got fucked by others, who wore condoms. Barry confirmed that the other man owns my pussy from now on. He actually held his cock up against my cunt and told him to claim it as his own. I can only fuck men who are willing to fuck me according to his rules for his pussy. My pussy is locked up too, and I can only fuck you if the other man gives Barry permission to unlock it. Once you listen to the rules and agree to them, Barry will unlock my pussy and I'll fuck you until 9:30, cunt, ass or mouth. Hell you can fuck my tits if you want to. I'll get fucked with Barry's blessing and after you fuck me, and my ass gets claimed by this other big cocked mother fucker," pointing at me, "Barry is going to lick my cunt and ass to clean up all of the mess. Because Barry gave my pussy away, he no longer gets to fuck it without a condom. You can, once you're medically cleared. Tonight, you wrap it or you're history. I'll never be allowed to fuck you again. That's our story. Are you going to fuck me?"

He looked at Barry again, who wasn't denying a single word. "What are the rules?" Jack asked.

"You treat me with a modicum of respect, because I'm not a whore, I'm still Barry's wife. That you vulcanize your dick until you show medical clearance that you're disease free. As long as you use a condom if you fuck anyone else but me who isn't medically cleared, you can fuck me bareback. You may even get to participate in my next breeding, as I want more than one child. I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm married and intend to stay that way. This is just fucking.

"You start treating me like a girlfriend instead of a fuck buddy, you're out. In order to avoid the emotional baggage attendant to fucking one other person all the time, I'm going to fuck other people. You can't fuck me more than once a month, and there will always be at least two or three other guys, or girls, I fuck between our fuckings. If you have a problem sharing me with other people, you're out. When I fuck you, I'll be your three hole slut. Barry would like to watch, if you'd let him. Whether you do or not, I will always tell him about our fucking. It's how he gets enjoyment out of it. Those are the rules. Are you in, or are you out?"

He looked at Barry again. Barry looked in pain.

"Are you all right, buddy?"

"I'm trying to get an erection and my cock cage won't let me."

"You really want me to fuck Charmaine?"

"I really do, under those rules."

"I'm in. Any chance I can watch Charmaine fuck girls?"

"Watch only unless it's your turn to fuck me, then yes," Charmaine said. "It's not to be used as an excuse to fuck me more than once per month. Cuck, undress me for my new lover, and release my cunt please. I'll let Jack play with me until we're done eating. Or Jack, would you like them to save your dinner and fuck first?"

"Could you suck me off while I finish dinner?"

Charmaine smiled. "No problem."

Barry undressed Charmaine down to her jewelry. The last thing he did was remove the lock and chain on her pussy. He put Charmaine's hand in Jack's.

"I love to hear her scream. Do your best."

Jack sat down to dinner and Charmaine crawled under the table and released his cock. At least seven and a half inches and fat. Not as fat as mine, but Charmaine would squeal. Charmaine calmly sucked Jack's cock until he orgasmed, swallowing every drop of cum, then sat down to eat more of her meal, as Jack didn't finish his during her blow job, too intent on her oral skills.

After he was finished eating, Charmaine asked me for a condom. I handed her a half dozen.

"Keep the extras for next time."

She smiled, and said. "He might not need to wait until next time. His balls feel almost as heavy as yours."

She then took Jack's hand and led him back into the bedroom. She screamed all right, several times.

The rest of us cleaned up, then I stripped Ariel and set her down over my cock. I had Barry lick her clit, while I split her wide open. I didn't cum, saving it for Charmaine. Ariel climaxed several times, just from Barry's tongue. At 9:30, Charmaine led Jack out. He was dressed again, though hastily put back together, half his shirt tucked, half out, carrying his socks. Charmaine didn't have obvious signs of cum dripping from her except dried drops on her face, so it appeared she'd used a condom.

"Next," Charmaine said. "Please be gentle."

She took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. I don't know what Barry and Jack talked about before he left. For my part, I left a huge load of cum in Charmaine's ass. We left when Barry went back to clean up the mess.