Coffee

I walked into the guest suite nervously, trying not to shake so as to avoid spilling any coffee onto the tray. Before I could set the tray onto a table, I heard the shower stop and froze, hoping not to draw any attention to myself. Before I could back out of the room, a man exited the shower, grabbed a towel to dry off, walked in.

"Is that my coffee?" he asked without any introduction, without making any effort to cover himself.

"Y...yes, Sir," I said, voice barely audible.

"Bring it here," he motioned me towards him.

I tried not to stare at him, tried not to look at mid-section, at the half erect, thick cock that the night before had been inside my wife.

"Bring...bring it here?" I stammered.

"Has your mistress not trained you? Angela," he called out loudly, "have you not trained your maid?"

My wife walked into the room, wearing a bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings.

"What in heavens is going on?" she asked the man.

"I told your maid to bring me my coffee and she stood there frozen like she didn't understand the English language," he glared. "Have you not trained her?"

My wife looked at me, looked at the man she'd spent the night with, chuckled. "You know, to be honest, I think it's the first time she's seen a man naked," she said.

"Judging by your moans last night," he said to my wife, "she should get used to it."

"Sophia, set the man's coffee down there," my wife said softly.

"Y...yes, Ma'am," I mumbled

"I think you intimidated her," my wife laughed.

"Intimidated her how? By demanding my coffee?" he growled.

"By being naked," my wife said, walking up to him seductively. "This is a lot for a girl to take in the first time seeing a man naked."

"She's never one before?" he asked, obviously skeptical.

"Her own sissy clitty," my wife said, taking his half erect cock in one hand, cupping his balls with the other. "But that's small and soft and feminine, not big and thick and masculine like this." 

"Don't start something you don't plan on finishing," he warned her.

Using his cock as a lead, she pulled him to the bed. "Never," she said softly.

He leaned over, kissed her neck. "What about that coffee," he asked, licking her, making her purr.

"She'll wait," my wife said, looking at me.

I stood there frozen as she pushed him down onto the bed, knelt between his legs, and first licked then sucked his thick cock.

I felt my own small, soft sissy clit try to swell, quickly constrained by the small, pink chastity cage that was my constant companion. It had been months since she'd unlocked me, months since I felt my own sissy clit swell, months since I squirted. All I could do is watch as my wife sucked his cock, feeling no erection, just leaking, always leaking.

I just watched as he moved behind her, pushed her head down, mounted her from behind, slowly pushing his thick cock deep inside her, fucking her, slowly at first, then harder and faster, until she moaned and shook and begged him to cum inside her.