TITLE    : Shooting the Moon
STORYID  : shooting-the-moon-1
SUMMARY  : Ladies invite a disruptive newcomer to chastity game night.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2024-01-14
CATEGORY : fetish-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |femdom|chastity|auto-fellatio|humiliation|cum-eating|


<i>Authors note: This story takes place in a world of enforced male-chastity, and includes themes of femdom, chastity, and humiliation. For more from this universe you can start with the Election Night Denial story, though this particular entry stands on its own.</i>

A group of my friends have been playing parlor games during our weekly girls' night. It's refreshing to leave our phones at the door and focus on the simple things. Often we play cards, and since there's four of us, we've been trying out Hearts.

My favorite part about Hearts is that you can win by losing. You collect all the bad cards, and your opponents are usually happy to let you have them until they realize what's happening. By then it's often too late. If you have have every undesirable card you "shoot the moon" and your opponents are penalized almost hopelessly.

It is the only thing I like about the game. And since we usually stake our husbands' services on the outcome, winning in this dramatic, come-from-behind fashion can be especially enjoyable.

I shot the moon when we played last month and my friend Isabel was so upset that she swore she would never play Hearts again. I knew she would calm down eventually, but I had to refrain from gloating when I brought her husband up to my bedroom. It's not like she gave me the keys to his cage or anything. I just told him to go down on me and then sent him right back to his wife. I'm not a sore winner after all.

But last week, I found out that one of the four women who always joins us couldn't come, so it seemed like a good time for a change. To avoid any hurt feelings.

I suggested a sort of 'Newlywed Game' where you guess your spouse's answer to a series of questions. And whichever woman won the game would get to pick someone else's husband and bring him up to the guest bedroom with her. But this time, she'd also get to take his keys.

Because we were short one player I asked my friend Cheryl to find a coworker and bring them as a guest. I told her the ideal candidate would be a dumb young thing with an attractive boyfriend. She could be our mark.

And so Cheryl brought Kitty to the party.

By the time Kitty arrived, Cheryl had already settled in. My husband, Quincy, heard the doorbell ring and walked hurriedly from the kitchen to answer it. He was still wearing his apron, which is how I preferred him dressed while meeting guests.

"Hi, you must be Kitty," he said as he extended his arm to take the young woman's jacket.

Kitty was gorgeous. I should have known that if Cheryl was inviting a dumb coworker with an attractive boyfriend, the woman in question would also be a bombshell. And though I was displeased with the glances my husband snuck at her figure, I could barely blame him. The rest of us were a good looking bunch, but Kitty belonged on a movie screen, not in my entranceway.

She wore dusky eyeshadow, and dark-wine colored lipstick that stood out on her cream skin. The neckline of her cocktail dress was revealing but stylish, and I searched without success for flaws in her body or outfit.

Kitty thanked my husband graciously, even calling him by name. Most women would have understandably treated him like the help and moved on to greet their hostess. But from the beginning, Kitty wasn't like other women.

"This is Kayden," she said next, placing her dainty hand on her date's massive chest as he came in behind her.

Kayden looked like a high-end male stripper. His suit jacket had a garish sheen, and his collared shirt was too tight around the shoulders, as almost any off-the-rack shirt would be on his statuesque physique.

Kitty might have been annoyingly attractive, but I was willing to tolerate her presence if it meant taking Kayden as a prize.

I greeted them and led them to the parlor, exchanging small talk with Kitty as I did and managing to orchestrate a delicious brush-up with Kayden in the doorway.

I hadn't let myself cum all week in anticipation of fucking the man of my choice (poor Quincy was practically beside himself because I wouldn't let him lick me) and all that denial was adding up to some risky behavior.

A minute later the doorbell rang and in came Isabel and her husband Diego.

Isabel showed no signs of ill will from her recent loss. We exchanged kisses on the cheek, an appalling habit that Isabel had insisted upon ever since her visit to Spain last summer.

I winked at Diego, who averted his eyes appropriately, and then I had them join the rest of the group.

Once we were all settled in we dismissed the men to the kitchen and enjoyed an hour of gossip as Quincy delivered hors d'oeuvres and refilled our wine glasses. I managed to limit myself to a single drink, while Kitty quickly finished two and started a third.

Everything was going according to plan.

"Perhaps it's time to start the game?" I suggested. "Maybe we should have our newcomer go first? Quincy darling, bring in Kayden for the game. And then you can stay in the kitchen until he finishes."

KAYDEN

"Alright Kayden," I spoke loudly to quiet the side conversations between the other ladies. "We're bringing the men in one by one for this game and starting the night off with you. Why don't you begin by stepping out of your clothes while we ask the first questions. You can leave your underwear on for now."

Kayden casually took off his shirt and Isabel let out a barely audible gasp.

If you had taken a photo of him at this moment there would be no need for airbrushing. I hadn't bothered to inquire about his actual profession, but he very well could have been an underwear model.

Now we kept all our partners fit of course. Testosterone supplements are pretty widely available, and a man isn't going to eat junk food unless you let him. But even so, it's hard for a guy in his mid to late thirties to compete with someone who is Kayden's age, let alone Kayden's height.

I swallowed and then began speaking.

"Okay Kayden, so the way this works is that your partner, Kitty, has a washboard, sorry whiteboard, and she's going to write down her answer to each question as it comes up." I said, glossing over my slip up. "You will say your answer out loud, then Kitty will reveal her written answer, and if they match the two of you get a point."

Kayden nodded.

"In some ways the goal of the game is to test how much you two know about each other. But the exciting questions are there to get you to admit details about your sex life that might normally be hard for us to squeeze out of you. Of course, we girls talk about everything, but sometimes we might exaggerate, or hide things that reflect poorly on us."

Kayden's granite face looked blank, like he was struggling to keep up.

"This is a chance for a little truth and a little drama. There are a few questions that we're asking everyone. But we each came up with questions on our own, so we don't know what's all going to be asked. That means nobody could cheat by colluding with their partner. Do you understand?"

Kayden nodded nervously as if he didn't want to admit confusion. I'd have to dispense with any big words in the future.

"Just answer the questions as best you can, okay Kayden?"

The chiseled jawline rose and then dipped in acknowledgement.

"Oh and one more thing. A few questions are pretty juicy, so it would be boring if you gave one-word answers. Each lady here has three points that they must award by the end of the night for really descriptive answers. And they can't give points to their own man. So you have an incentive to really lather on the good stuff. Alright?"

Kayden nodded again. Nothing wrong with that. I liked the strong silent type.

"Great, let's dive right in then. Kayden, how often does Kitty let you fuck her?"

Unphased, Kayden waited until Kitty was done writing her answer before speaking.

"Once a week."

Kitty turned her whiteboard around and smiled. It read, <i>"every week"</i>.

"Jesus Kitty, what was the point of women pioneering the fight for male chastity if you're just gonna let him out every time he whines a little?" Cheryl jibed.

"Hey, he doesn't get to finish every time." Kitty laughed as she defended herself. "Besides, it's about what I need."

Looking at Kayden's body I couldn't really blame her.

"Okay next question," I cleared my throat. "How does Kitty discipline you?"

"Mostly she just adds days until the next time I get to cum."

I checked Kitty's response. <i>'Add days till next cummies'</i>.

Kitty had dotted her 'i's with hearts. Insufferable.

"Okay that's another point."

Isabel nodded as she updated the score.

"Including yourself, how many men do you think Kitty has been a keyholder for?"

Kayden took his time on this one, well past when Kitty was done writing her response. "I'd guess two."

Kitty shook her head and held up six fingers. It was Kayden's turn to be surprised. "Six? How? Who?!"

"Easy there Kayden." I interjected. "The ladies will probably want to follow up on that one later, but you don't get to ask any questions tonight. Okay, final question and then you can start removing your underwear before the next section... how big is your cock?"

STUART

Stuart, Cheryl's husband, stood before us in his underwear, trying his best to keep a dignified posture as he answered the intrusive questions.

"When was the last time you wore girl's underwear?"

"Two months ago."

"How often does your wife masturbate?"

"Five days a week," he said confidently.

"How can you be sure?" I probed.

"She does it in front of me."

"Oh. Okay. Can we get more details?"

"It's a routine. When she gets home from work she sits in the armchair in her study. I kneel in front of her. Usually she uses the vibrator, but sometimes just her fingers. And she'll tell me to kiss her feet, or maybe just watch. Earlier in our marriage she used to tease me more. She would talk about how much she loved to touch herself and how grateful she is that she can do it whenever she wants. Then she might take her toes and rest them on my lap or tap against the surface of my cage while she spoke. It helped her get off. Now she doesn't bother so much and my most important role is just to clean up at the end. I'll lick her fingers clean, or the toy clean, and then we're finished."

"Good. You're getting better with the details Stuart. Cheryl, what number did you write down?"

"Five."

"Okay, that's a point. Next question Stuart. When was the last time you saw a pornographic image or movie?"

"Seven or eight years ago. A friend shared an old magazine cutout of a woman, a redhead, pleasuring herself on her bed. It must have been ancient. The whole thing was faded and the corners were curled up."

"Did you touch yourself to the image?"

"No, I was in a cage."

"Cheryl, what did you guess?"

"I guessed in the last year. I thought men were sneakier than that!"

"No points then."

"Okay, Stuart, what size of bra does your wife use?"

"32A"

Cheryl didn't bother writing down the answer, she just nodded and I added a point to her score.

As a brief digression, I've often wondered how Stuart feels about his wife's tits. Cheryl has a great ass and a flat tummy, so the fact that her boobs are small isn't an overwhelming flaw. When she wears a tight top there is a perceptible and defined rise from her stomach to her breasts -- it's just a very small rise. And so I wonder if he ever feels sadness that the only boobs he can ever feel, or see, are so petite.

I ask because this is sometimes how I feel about my own husband's cock. Sure it's cute that I force him to tuck it behind his legs and wear my panties, and his insecurity makes him so much better with his tongue, which I prefer anyway. But every so often I wish I had access to a big cock. Something that would split me right open.

Coincidentally, that is exactly why women invented nights like tonight.

"Okay Stuart, next question... how does your wife discipline you?"

"S-s-spanking mostly," Stuart stuttered endearingly. "Wait, can I ask what prize we get for winning? If you want me to give good answers it would help to know."

"Oh sorry Stuart, we forgot to tell you!" I laughed to myself. Keeping men in the dark was such second nature that of course we hadn't even bothered. "The woman from the team with the lowest number of points is going to give a blowjob to the man from the team with the highest."

DIEGO

"Diego, would you say you have blue balls today?"

"Yes."

STUART

"Yes."

KAYDEN

"Yes."

QUINCY

"More like a deep royal."

DIEGO

"Diego, when was the last time you touched your own cock? In any way? Like to play with it, or inspect it or wash it under supervision. Anything."

"Two months ago."

STUART

"Ten days."

KAYDEN

"Four days."

QUINCY

"The day before my 18th birthday."

Kitty turned and looked at me like I was a psychopath.

"What?" I shrugged. "Why would he need to?"

DIEGO

"Diego, can you tell me your wife's favorite thing about male chastity?"

"Not having to clean the house."

STUART

"Not cleaning."

KAYDEN

"Always getting her way."

QUINCY

"The oral sex."

For the record, I wrote down the same answer as Quincy for this question, but only because I wanted to win. It wasn't exactly the truth.

You see, there are of so many things that I love about male chastity.

Because I am a woman I have been handed a set of keys that grant me a sexual servant who is not only willing but eager to please me at any time of the day. And his desperate need for sexual release essentially makes him a domestic servant as well. The fact that I have not swept the floor or washed a plate since I met Quincy is not lost on me.

But if I was actually choosing what I love most it would be very hard to write down. You see, I love the nuts and bolts of how male chastity functions.

You take a man's balls, the most sensitive, fragile part of his anatomy, and place them through a ring that pushes them forward slightly, leaving them more exposed. Then you take his penis, the part that provides him with the most pleasure, and put it in a cage. It is the exact opposite of how he might arrange things if he was in charge.

It is as if you took a man's household entertainment system and put it in a bank vault, while leaving his wallet on the front lawn. That's a very precarious situation to be in. Not only is he desperate to make sure his keyholder is happy, but he is at the mercy of every female in the larger community. It's a beautiful system. That is what I love most.

But as far as Quincy is concerned, it's the pussy licking.

KAYDEN

"Kayden, can you tell me what Kitty's favorite sexual position is?"

"She taught me to do this thing where her back is up against a wall and then I lift her onto my shoulders. Then I'm head height with her crotch so I can eat her out. And she sort of uses her hand on my head or the wall to balance. It's really hard on my neck and I get scared I'm gonna drop her but she likes it a lot."

Kayden seemed oblivious to the reaction in the room but I noticed immediately.

Every woman who had been waffling over their ideal choice immediately settled things in their mind. Cheryl in particular started to breathe a little bit harder.

DIEGO

"Alright Diego, we'd like to know how often your wife lends you out to other women?"

"About two or three times a year."

"Isabel wrote every six months so we'll give you a point for that one. The follow-up question is, when your wife loans you out, does she ever send your keys with you?"

"No M'am. Not yet anyway."

"Good, that's another easy point."

"Okay, let's try a more challenging one. Diego, what is the most humiliating sexual thing that your wife has ever done to you."

I anticipated there would be a long pause here and I was right.

"Diego, this would be a great time to add some description and maybe get extra points," Isabel reminded him.

Diego gathered his nerve and finally started speaking. "A couple of years ago Isabel made me get a nipple piercing. She didn't tell me why at first, but then she had the spare key soldered onto the piercing at the end of a short chain. I couldn't take the key off without breaking it, so she'd know if I cheated, but she said that I wasn't getting released until I could curl myself up far enough to unlock the cage on my own."

Cheryl and I exchanged curious glances.

"So I enrolled in yoga classes," he continued, "and started doing stretches four or five times a day. I made good progress and it seemed like it would be possible so I added weights to the stretches. As the months passed, I became more and more desperate to unlock myself. Every night in bed, Isabel would play with the key, winding the chain around her finger, or flicking it across my chest. It was tormenting to feel it on my own skin but with no way to use it. After a few more months I got to the point where the key touched the padlock but I couldn't quite get it inside, but I asked her for help to curl up all the waay."

Diego stopped like he was considering whether any amount of points was worth the coming embarrassment.

"Isabel had me lay down with my back flat on the floor and my legs angled up over my head. That way the weight of my own legs helped to bend me back more. But then Isabel tied my arms spread eagle to some other furniture in the room so that I couldn't back out. I couldn't believe it took me until that point to realize what she had planned. She pushed down on my legs and was able to unlock me with the key on the end of the chain. Even though I now knew what was coming, once she let me out of the cage I couldn't stop myself from getting hard. I was so flexible that my cock was pointing right at my face, only an inch or two away. I started to object but it was pretty easy for her to fill my mouth and then I couldn't do anything."

I glanced around the room. Isabel was grinning with self-satisfaction, Cheryl's mouth was gaping, and Kitty still looked confused. Poor little airhead.

"It had been nine months since I got the piercing," Diego went on, "and even though I didn't want to do it, I was too horny to really stop myself. She made me suck my own cock until I came in my mouth. And then she held me there until I swallowed it."

No one said anything. Diego's dick was big enough that the story was believable. But this was too wild to just move on to another question. The girls looked around the room at each other, and their wide eyes strayed to Diego's crotch.

Finally, Isabel spoke. "I'm not sure if you girls think this was too cruel. So I want Diego to clarify something. Diego, what was the deal I made with you after you did that?"

Diego's eyes didn't leave the floor as he spoke. "You told me that if I ever got horny enough, you'd let me suck my own dick whenever I wanted as long as I swallowed and as long as you got to watch."

"And how many times have you sucked your own cock since that day?" Isabel asked.

"About every two months. Maybe ten or eleven times."

"Fuck," Kitty whispered.

It was maybe the most diabolical thing that I had ever heard of a wife doing to her husband in chastity. I was more than a little jealous.

Diego opened his mouth to speak and then stopped himself. You could see the mental anguish. It was a truly humiliating thing to share. But if he could give more details, he might get enough points to win a blowjob, and then someone else would be doing the sucking.

He chose to continue.

"A few months ago I got really horny and did... the thing... twice in two weeks. Isabel thought I might end up going overboard so she added a new condition. In order to earn a release I have to tell some woman, any woman, about the routine, and whoever I ask has to be the one to grant me permission for my next release."

"And what else, Diego?" Isabel prompted.
<hr pg="2" />"And I have to invite them to watch," Diego said.

More gasps from the girls.

"I started by telling Isabel's older sister," Diego went on. "She laughed and called Isabel a tyrant and said I could go ahead and do what I needed to do without her watching. The next time I asked Isabel's younger sister. She made me beg but eventually said yes. She also thought it would be wrong to watch. But the most recent time, I asked Isabel's niece..."

What followed was another long, pregnant pause - a third-trimester, verging on overdue type of pregnant.

"Isabel's niece was delighted. She agreed to let me cum, but only if she got to watch, and only if she got to bring her friends. There were six of them. They put numbing spray on my dick... it took me almost an hour."

We sat in silence, imagining six teenage girls surrounding Diego on the couches of his own home, cheering and laughing as he sucked himself off.

"Diego," I interrupted the silence, "Did you decide who you were going to ask for permission next?"

Diego looked up briefly to catch my eye and then back at the ground. "You," he whispered.

I don't know if he was telling the truth, but Diego was getting my three points for sure.

I glanced at Cheryl who made a noise like she was about to speak. I saw her biting her lip and her eyes twinkled as she spoke. "You know, it's all a little far-fetched. A man being that flexible? But if it's alright with the other ladies, I'd be willing to give Diego and Isabel five points if they can prove it to us right now."

Isabel smiled.

STUART

"Stuart, this might seem like a weird question, but I want you to use your imagination. Picture our current society but with male and female roles reversed. So women everywhere are in a state of regulated chastity. Just like men today, if a woman is reported with her chastity belt off she will be given a piercing that ensures the belt is impossible to remove in the future. Women must submit to their keyholders, and if they cannot find one, they can only seek release at a government clinic. This means that women everywhere are desperate for sex, including your wife. And so instead of going down on her, you could demand as many blowjobs as you wanted, and she would give them to you eagerly. The question is simple - almost a freebie. Would you rather live in that world, or a world where nobody was in chastity?"

Stuart gulped and looked at his wife.

"We only get the points if we answer the same way?"

"That's right, Stuart."

"I'd pick the world where women are in chastity."

It was a perfect lose-lose question for a man. I saw Cheryl fold her arms across her chest and glare at him. Stuart was getting spanked tonight, no doubt.

"One point for you and Cheryl," I ignored their little tiff as I flipped through some of the options for the next question. "If your wife let you fuck her right now, no condom, how long would you last?"

Another pause.

"Two minutes."

"Stuart, come on." Cheryl, obviously angry, showed her response which read '10 seconds'.

"Alright Stuart, let's try and do better on this next one. I want you to guess how many orgasms you give to your wife for every one full orgasm that she allows you to have."

"Easy," Stuart looked relieved. "50."

Cheryl held up her answer which also read 50.

"What the hell -- did you guys cheat or something?" Kitty spoke out.

"Nope," Cheryl looked appeased by the small victory. "It's part of the system we're using. He brings me to 50 orgasms, and then he gets his one. It's a great incentive program for him. I'm not sure how long we'll keep it. I'm getting a little bored of the predictability, but it really does keep him motivated."

"Alright then," I nodded at Isabel who updated the score.

QUINCY

"Quincy, explain to us how you haven't touched your own cock since your eighteenth birthday."

Cheryl was asking the questions since I couldn't interview my own husband.

"I've had very strict keyholders M'am. I shower with the cage on and my hands are usually tied up when it's off."

"What about shaving?"

"I had laser hair removal performed when I was 18, and again seven years later. I haven't needed a repeat since then."

"Do you miss touching yourself?"

"Honestly, it's been so long. Of course I'd love to try if my wife let me, but at this point I really forget what it's like. I know I'm dependent on Sandy for whatever pleasure I get and don't try to fight that anymore."

"Alright Quincy, that makes sense. So some of these next questions are fast and quick and we're asking everyone the same ones. Let's start with this... how big is your cock?"

There was a long pause. Since I knew what was coming I looked around the room to gauge the reactions.

"Three and a half inches." He spoke with whatever quiet dignity he could muster.

Cheryl and Isabel started laughing.

"Quincy, could you be a dear and go fetch us a ruler from your kitchen," Cheryl said when she had calmed herself. "It doesn't have to be a long one."

DIEGO

Isabel had positioned Diego at the base of one of the couches with his back on the ground and his legs over his head. She had removed his clothes and his huge cock dangled from his torso, half-hard.

Kitty was sitting on that same couch, looking with interest when she spoke out.

"If it's okay with the rest of the girls, I know Diego needs someone to help him pull this off. I'd really like to be the one to do it. I'd give everyone one of my points if we all thought that would be fair."

Much as I would have liked to have been the one playing with Diego, my main goal that evening was to fuck the man of my choice, and I was already regretting giving points to Isabel. Pulling well ahead of Kitty would absolutely be worth it.

"I think that's a great idea" I spoke quickly.

The other ladies followed my lead, and though I could tell that Isabel was reluctant, I saw her glance down at the scoreboard and then she too agreed.

So Kitty knelt down, positioning herself so that Diego's head rested in her lap.

At first she spoke so softly that I could barely hear it.

"I want you to relax now. Breathe in, breathe out." She reached out and grabbed his cock as she spoke. His body shivered and she waited for him to settle. "I want you to realize what is going to happen. I have your cock in my hand, and I am going to take it and feed it to you. And you are going to blow your load in your own mouth. There's no escaping it, so there's no point in struggling."

I slowly watched as his cock thickened in her delicate hands. Even from the beginning her fingertips had been unable to make contact.

"Good, now as you come to terms with it I'm pushing your legs downwards. Good breathe in. Good. And when you breathe out I'm going to push your cock closer to your mouth. There we go."

Like everyone else in the room, I watched in a trance as Kitty babied him through these slow steps. It was clear that he had been quite nervous and his exceptionally large cock was not actually done growing. She tugged on it as she spoke, pulling from the base as if she was manually drawing the blood down its length.

"You know I was chatting with Isabel about you earlier. She said you both lived in the same dorm in college. You were a couple years older than all the freshman and you used to pick up girls at the bar and bring them back to your room. She said she would hear them screaming in the middle of the night as you fucked them. But the first chastity laws came into effect halfway through the year and suddenly the screaming stopped," she paused her caresses. "You must have had so much swagger back then. I wish I could have seen it."

She resumed her stroking.

"Fuck, look how huge you're getting." She whispered to him. "That's a dad-sized dick if I ever saw one. Are you ready to suck on it for me Daddy? I know that a man like you, who remembers the old days, must find this so demeaning. So I wouldn't want to do it to you without your consent."

Consent. There's a word I haven't heard in a long time.

She guided his cock to the entrance of his mouth and he opened his lips to receive it, but she moved it to the side like a schoolyard bully holding a toy just out of reach.

"Did you want it in your mouth Daddy? I need to hear you say it."

She slapped his cock against his cheek tauntingly and giggled but Diego couldn't bring himself to beg for his humiliation.

"Please don't torture me," he whispered. "You're a nice girl. You don't have to do this."

"Oh Daddy. Haven't you realized? There are no nice girls anymore."

She dragged the head of his dick across his lower lip.

"Come on Daddy, it's been two months. I bet Isabel edged you before coming tonight. She probably played with your cock every day this week. Am I right?"

Diego nodded 'yes'.

"You must be so horny. You must want nothing more in this world than to wrap your warm lips around that cock. All you have to do is ask."

His shoulders slumped just a little. He had given up. They always do.

"Please, I want it," Diego admitted, but under his breath.

"Louder Daddy, I want you to beg for it," Kitty bit her lip as she waited.

"Please, let me suck my own cock."

"Hmm, that's better. I promise to help you feel good Daddy."

Diego opened his mouth, and she slipped the whole head of his cock inside.

He looked ready to melt.

"Good, that wasn't so difficult now, was it?" Kitty continued. "I'm gonna push down a little more on you. There. I'm going to keep doing that. Pushing a little and then releasing so that it bobs up and down in your mouth. Do you like the taste of your own cock, Daddy?"

Amazingly she had managed to force almost three inches into his open mouth and so of course Diego did not reply.

"Now I want you to actually suck on it, okay? I should be hearing sloppy noises just like when you go down on your wife."

Kitty's tiny hands pulled his cock in and out of his mouth rhythmically as she spoke. Then she moved back up the shaft until she gripped his balls.

"I bet that feels amazing after not coming for all this time. You must have been so traumatized by having your niece and all her friends watch you. Laughing and cheering. Did they help you like I'm helping you? Six pairs of hands, roaming over your body, squeezing your balls and urging you onwards. I hope they were kind. I hope they stripped to their little polka dot panties to give Daddy a show. But they can't have been too nice or you wouldn't have waited so long to try again. What did they do to you Daddy? Did they squeeze too hard?"

I watched Kitty's one hand tighten on his balls until he groaned. "Did they make you beg? You poor thing. So scarred that you spent two more months in your cage. I bet you were getting close to asking for permission again anyway? Am I right?"

Diego mumbled in agreement.

"I wish I could have been at that party. I love watching girls attend these events for the first time. There's always one innocent little thing, so scared to touch and play along. You know the type right? The shy one with no older brothers or experience with boyfriends. The one standing in the corner covering her mouth and blushing furiously, hoping that nobody notices how she has absolutely flooded her panties."

Diego's cock twitched, either at the conjured up scene or his memory of what had really happened.

"I wouldn't be too embarrassed if I was you. I bet there's a girl out there tonight, still masturbating to the memory of your huge cock. Remembering how her tiny fingers struggled to wrap around you," Kitty mimed the actions of the virginal 18 year old, tentatively closing her hand around Diego's throbbing rod, one finger at a time.

"Can you picture her lying in her bed? Wearing only her pajama bottoms. She's pleasuring herself with one hand and sucking on a dildo that's half your size, wishing it was you, wishing she could go back in time and take your warm meat into her mouth just once," Kitty licked her lips as she spoke and I half expected her to act out on her fantasy. "She's whimpering softly because she doesn't want her parents in the next room to hear her. But it's hard to be quiet because that cock feels so right on her tongue, and her fingers feel so, so good on her pussy."

Kitty batted her big eyelashes at Diego and then leaned in closer, "Are you picturing it? She's trembling, and there's perspiration on her forehead. She arches her back and you can hear her hand as she rubs herself under her pajamas. She's sliding that dildo in and out of her cute little mouth and then she lets it slip from her lips just long enough to whisper, 'Fuck me Daddy'."

Diego groaned and saliva escaped from the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, is that what really gets you off? The thought of fucking a girl who is half your age? Having your way with her?"

Now she began pumping faster and Diego moaned even as his mouth was stuffed with his own flesh.

I'll admit the whole display was unbearably erotic. I was squirming uncomfortably in my chair and I saw Cheryl and Isabel doing the same. Even if I was growing to despise Kitty, there is nothing I find more arousing than watching a beautiful young woman force a stronger, older man to degrade himself for her pleasure.

"Fuck your cock is so huge. I wish I could feel it spewing inside my pussy. I wouldn't be able to keep you locked up for more than a day before I needed you to plow me again. Letting you fuck me over and over until I was too sore to walk. Oh, is that bringing you close?" she asked as his body shuddered under her touch. "Are you almost there, Daddy? Thinking about fucking me? Making me into your good little girl?"

Diego's eyes opened wide in panic as he realized there was no avoiding what came next.

"You don't have to resist anymore. A man with a cock like yours doesn't need to prove his stamina. Cum for me, Daddy."

She pushed him down one final time and then held him in place, with his cock buried as far into his mouth as it would go.

I watched Diego's balls draw close to his body, and saw the contractions of his muscles, first in his shaft as it pumped rhythmically, and then in his throat as he swallowed. Try as he might, Diego couldn't keep up with the monstrous firehose in his mouth, and white streams overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

When he gulped for the last time, Kitty finally pulled his cock out of his mouth. She inspected it closely, squeezing from base to tip and drawing out a final drop onto her finger. She held her finger up to her face and inhaled almost imperceptibly, but then quickly wiped the drop on Diego's lips.

She was beaming as she did it.

QUINCY

"Is that as big as it gets?" Isabel asked me as she lined up Quincy's dick with the ruler.

"Maybe a little bigger, but not much," I replied.

"It's so adorable," said Cheryl. "Like a baby carrot."

"It's not quite 3.5 inches yet. I'm gonna give it a few more pumps," Isabel said as her hand swallowed tiny Quincy in its grasp.

When she stopped to measure again I saw Quincy thrust out his hips slightly and his little penis throbbed as if he was willing it to grow just for the measurement.

"Well it's definitely not three and half, but I think it's okay to let Quincy round the number up a bit," Isabel concluded.

"Why did you never tell us that your husband was so inadequate?" Cheryl asked me. "I always thought when I saw him in his cage that you just picked out something too small as a punishment."

"I told you he was below average," I replied.

"Honey, this is not just below average," Isabel pulled Quincy's penis almost straight down and then allowed it to spring back into place like a pinball flipper.

"It is pretty piddling," Cheryl agreed with Isabel, "but I think marrying a man who is part-centaur has given you unrealistic expectations."

"I like Quincy's penis," I shrugged. "It's easy to hide during our dress-up games and his tongue does all the work that the rest of him can't."

"Well it's much too small for my tastes," Isabel flicked Quincy's dick with her fingers, this time sending it swinging from side to side, "But I do think it's cute that you two are together. You're like the princess that kissed the... tadpole."

Cheryl laughed again while Kitty sat and watched without comment.

Perhaps Kitty thought that it would be poor form to mock the hostess's husband, but I honestly wouldn't have minded. In fact, I took a perverse sexual thrill from hearing the other ladies make demeaning comments about Quincy and watching him wither. I knew when I first saw the question about penis size that something like this was bound to happen, and had been looking forward to Quincy's miniature reveal all evening.

I was already anticipating tormenting him about this during his next edging session. <i>'Quincy dear, what did Cheryl compare your penis to? A baby carrot?? Why don't you grab one from the fridge so we can check. I'm sure you're much bigger than that!'</i>

At last Isabel took her seat and Quincy's humiliation came to an end. For the time being at least.

"Alright, Quincy, let's get back to our next question," Cheryl began. "What is the most recent sex toy or item used for sex purchased by your wife?"

"I had been complaining about getting sore knees from our breakfast routine. So she bought me kneepads."

More giggling from the girls. The knee pads hadn't occurred to me so we wouldn't be getting this point, but I laughed along anyway.

"I guess you're not eating oatmeal during this breakfast routine then, are you Quincy?"

"No M'am."

"Unfortunately, Sandy wrote down 'Butt plug' so no points for you. Next, we want to know if your wife has any embarrassing or teasing nicknames for you. Maybe a name for your penis, like thimble-dick, or something like that?"

"She calls me her dripslut."

Isabel let out a squeal of delight.

"Oh that's cute. I guess from when you leak in your cage?"

He nodded.

Cheryl checked my answer quickly. "Okay that's another point. Only a couple left now. Quincy, does your wife allow you to kiss her after you go down on her?"

"No, never."

Cheryl checked the answer on my board and nodded to Isabel to add another point.

"As expected. Alright, and what is the most recent game that your wife has used to decide when you were allowed to orgasm?"

"Umm, I'm not sure if this counts as a game. She kept me locked up, and she'd tease me without taking off my cage. And as always, I spend a lot of time on my knees. So she said that I wasn't allowed to orgasm until my precum dripped all the way from my cage to the floor while kneeling. It took almost three months before it finally happened."

I smiled to myself as I recalled the memory.

"Alright, final question Quincy," Cheryl continued. "What is the most humiliating thing your wife has ever done to you."

I scribbled down my answer, "NYE countdown". Then I did my best to put on a serious face as I stared at Quincy, hinting that I wanted a detailed description. I hadn't tallied up all the points yet but other than Kitty and Kayden who were way behind, it looked like a close game.

"There was a time when she only let me cum by counting me down from ten. She told me she wanted to train me to cum on command. At first she would give me stimulation all the way to the count of zero, but then she started removing her hand earlier and earlier. She made me watch videos of women doing this to men. Counting them down while they played with their cocks. After a couple of years it seemed like the only natural way to cum. Finally she was able to give me a ruined orgasm just by counting down while she rubbed her body against me or let me suck on her breasts."

I smiled to myself, knowing what came next.

"Last year we were at a New Year's Eve party for my job. She chose my outfit for me -- white pants, white top, black tie. On our way there, before we got out of the car, she took my cage off. I struggled all night to conceal an erection that came and went at the slightest provocation. But she loves to torture me so I thought little of it. We were on the dance floor when the countdown started, and I was already partially hard from dancing next to Sandy. But she moved behind me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I started noticing some of the single women from my workplace were looking at me, like they were expecting something. And then, along with the crowd, my wife started counting down in my ear."
<hr pg="3" />The other girls were now grinning as he spoke. Except Kitty, who either didn't find it funny, or somehow hadn't figured out what was coming next.

"By the time the count reached three I knew it was over. I was fully erect and I already felt my cum bubbling up inside me and Sandy just sort of gripped me so I couldn't move. When she whispered "Zero" in my ear I blew my load. My pants weren't just wet, it went through my pants and onto the dance floor. A lot of people were cheering for the new year, but the women nearby were laughing. Laughing and pointing."

I couldn't help but notice that Quincy's tiny erection was also pointing as he spoke.

When he finished the ladies exchanged a few conspiratorial glances.

"You know," Cheryl spoke first. "I don't think there's any chance of the winner picking Quincy. It wouldn't be such a terrible thing if he suffered a ruined orgasm right now. Perhaps another demonstration is in order."

"It does seem only fair," chimed in Isabel who was still unhappy that her husband's two month's of cum had been collected by another woman.

"Perhaps another game though," Kitty chimed in. "What if we took turns, trying to count Quincy down. But no touching his cock. And the winner gets five points."

"Sandy would have an unfair advantage though," Isabel said quickly, and it's true that it would have been too easy for me.

"What if the first person who goes only gets one point if they succeed," Kitty added. "If they win nobody else even gets their chance, so they shouldn't win much. The second person gets two, and so on. And then Sandy, who knows how to trigger Quincy, gets five points, but would only get to go if everyone else fails."

All of us eyed each other warily, trying to find a hole in the plan. I considered the options. Usually I had to whisper things in Quincy's ear to give him this hands free orgasm. I tormented him with insecurities and turn-ons that only I knew about. Playing out his most extreme fantasies. I doubted anyone but me could pull it off.

"Who goes first then?" Cheryl asked.

None of the other women spoke. One point was unlikely to be the difference between winning or losing, but two or three was a huge advantage, so it was better to go second or third. And nobody seemed particularly excited to give my husband a ruined orgasm anyway.

"I'll go first," Kitty volunteered, chipper as ever.

The last game had worked out in our favor, so no one objected.

Kitty started by standing just behind Quincy, much as I had on New Year's eve. Her head rested on his shoulder and her hands moved up and down his sides. Once again she whispered when she spoke so that the rest of us had to lean in to listen.

"Did you notice Quincy, when you confessed the size of your cock, I was the only one who didn't laugh?"

A look passed over his face that I didn't recognize.

"It's true." Kitty continued, her lips so close to his ear that I had no doubt he could feel her breath on his skin. "I didn't laugh because I don't mind. I'm not like the other women. I like fucking men. And I don't care how big they are. You see, my pussy is really tight. Big cocks feel uncomfortable, and really big cocks hurt. It doesn't take much to fill me up. To satisfy me."

Her voice was quiet, but not overly sexy. If anything it was convincingly honest. I began to question which man she had told the truth to -- she was a tiny woman - perhaps she would actually prefer fucking Quincy's little cock over Diego's ruinous manhood.

"You think I'm joking, but I can prove it to you Quincy. Did your wife tell you that the winner of this game gets to do anything with whichever man she chooses."

Quincy looked surprised.

"If you help give me a point right now, I might be able to show you. I'll pick you Quincy. And if you have a little ruined orgasm right now, you'll just be ready to last longer inside me. I'll take you upstairs and I'll let you fuck me."

She began circling him ever so slowly. Rubbing her breasts against his shoulders, letting her dress get caught on his hips and riding up her thighs.

"Oh wait, you're a good little boy aren't you. You'd never <i>fuck</i> a woman. You'd only ever let her fuck you? Am I right? That's fine. I can tie you to the bed if that puts you at ease. If that's what you're used to. Then you can be a good boy for me."

I noted her change in approach from Diego to Quincy. She might be dumb, but I had to acknowledge that Kitty knew how to read a man.

She extended a single finger and dragged his lower lip down with it. "I'll lean nice and low for you so my new little boy can nurse on my tits while I ride you."

Her finger slipped inside his lips.

"Go ahead, suck on it like you'd suck on my nipple."

I saw his cheeks pucker around her finger.

"That feels good," she moaned. Then she withdrew her finger. "Hmm, now it's nice and wet for me." She was facing him and she raised the hem of her dress ever so slowly, slipping her hand under her skirt. I didn't have a perfect view, but I guessed that she was fingering herself. Then I heard the slick sound of her pussy and knew I was right.

"Fuck, now you know I'm telling the truth. You think I would get this wet if I didn't mean it?"

Poor Quincy's little cock was doing its best to cover the small distance between itself and Kitty, straining desperately but in vain.

"Oh, but it's probably hard for you to picture me fucking you with this dress on."

I could see she was biting her lips innocently as she brushed off one and then another strap of her dress. The fabric bunched up on the rise of her breasts but she pulled the tight cloth down until it stretched to just barely covering the bottom of her bra. Then slowly she pulled one breast and then the other out.

Quincy looked like his legs were about to collapse and his pupils were as wide as vinyl records.

"Gosh Quincy, I know it's been a long time since you saw another woman's breasts. I hope these don't ruin anything for you. I hope the next time your wife lets you see her boobs you're not thinking of my bigger, firmer tits."

Cheryl and Isabel giggled at my expense while I tried to retain my composure.

Even from my imperfect angle, I could tell that Kitty had fantastic tits. Some boobs are cartoonishly round with flat, circular nipples like what a teenage boy might draw on a bathroom wall. Kitty's were animalistic. Inherently sexual. They were perky to the point of seeming aggressive. Her pink puffy nipples darkened towards the outer edge of her areola and you could see faint traces of blue veins running beneath the flesh of her breasts.

"No need to be thinking about that just now," Kitty's words brought me back from a trance. "I want you to focus on what's going to happen half an hour from now, when I take you upstairs and fuck you. I want you to imagine filling my tight pussy with your cock."

She slipped her one finger back inside his mouth, even as she continued to pleasure herself with the other. I tried to picture what Quincy would be seeing. A half-naked girl fifteen years younger than him with her tits pressed unnaturally up and out by a lace bra, and her skirt hiked up high enough that he could probably make out her underwear, if she was wearing any, with her finger buried in her no-doubt shaved pussy.

I no longer had faith in him lasting even to the end of her count down.

"Fuck Quincy, I think <i>I'm</i> actually getting close," she moaned.

If she was faking, it was extremely convincing because she shuddered as she spoke and her voice went sort of hoarse.

By now, a long strand of precum was oozing its way out of my little dripslut's engorged dicklet.

"I'm going to count you down and I want you to cum with me. I'm just a few inches away Quincy. I'm not allowed to touch your cock but I want you to cum in between my legs anyway. I want to watch you burst all over me."

Quincy was already hyperventilating.

"Can you do that for me Quincy? I know you're a good boy. Good boys follow instructions right? So you're going to be a good boy and pump out all of your little boy juice when I tell you. Are you ready?"

To my disgust, Quincy nodded <i>yes</i> at her.

"Ten." Kitty almost doubled over as I heard her increase the pace with which she violated herself.

"Nine."

"Eight."

She pulled her finger out, switching hands, and placing her finger, the one that was soaked in her juices, in Quincy's mouth. He sucked on it greedily.

"Seven."

"Six."

I saw Isabel glancing at me to see if I'd stop her but I couldn't find it in me to say anything or to move.

"Five."

"Four."

Kitty was panting and paused to swear between counts, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." The slick sound of her finger in her cunt accelerated.

"Three".

"Two."

"One."

Quincy didn't need zero. He went off like a useless little squirt gun, firing again and again and again. I saw his semen hit her wrist, her dress, and her legs as Quincy shook like a virgin, ejaculating so fast it could hardly even be called premature. When the squirt gun slowed to a trickle he sank to his knees on the floor.

Kitty's face was flushed, but once again she wore that same shit-eating grin from ear to ear. She spun a little to prove to us that she was indeed covered in my husband's cum.

Then she turned back to Quincy.

"Oh Quincy, such a bad boy. You made such a nasty mess. All over my dress. And my legs. Clean it for me."

She started by holding up a blob that had landed on her dress. Before I could object Quincy was already licking it from her hand. When she offered him her arm I didn't say anything either. He began licking the white cream off her knee, then her thigh, and when she pulled her dress up and guided his face in between her legs he licked that too. I'm not even sure if his cum had landed there.

"That's enough Quincy. You are in big trouble." I finally intervened.

I opened my purse as I walked towards him, quickly picking out his chastity device. I bent his still turgid cock almost in two as I tried to cram it back in its cage. He wouldn't be leaving it for months.

As he marched back to the kitchen where he belonged, he passed by Kitty who had been readjusting her dress in the doorway. She whispered something to him then that was far too quiet for any of us to catch.

Days later, when I had Quincy back under my thumb again, I forced him to tell me what she whispered. He kept saying the same thing, which at first I assumed to be a lie. But as my threats escalated and he kept insisting there was nothing else, I realized that he must have been telling the truth.

Apparently all she said was, "You're a smart, handsome man Quincy, and any woman would be lucky to have you."

A real psycho-slut, that one.

KITTY

When we finally added up the scores we discovered that Cheryl had won by a single point. If anyone other than Kitty had come out victorious in our side game of counting down Quincy, they would have beaten her. But despite winning that little challenge, Kitty and Kayden came in a distant last place.

All of this meant that Cheryl got to choose her partner to take upstairs and Kitty was tasked with giving Cheryl's husband, Stuart, a blowjob, while the rest of us watched.

Cheryl did not hesitate in her decision. She exchanged keys with Kitty and scampered upstairs with Kayden, her new little boytoy.

Then Kitty went into the kitchen and found Stuart, dragging him out by the hand in front of us.

Stuart looked nervously excited as Kitty silently unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants.

She licked his chastity device through his underwear before pulling down his briefs, and then kissed him repeatedly on his thighs. She dragged his keys up and down the polymer cage that encased him, licking ever so briefly at the thin slot at the end.

This whole display surprised me because there was no need for a performance. If I had lost, my plan had been to give the winning man a hard and fast hand job, suck his dick for the last few seconds, and then spit his seed out on the floor for him to clean up. But Kitty was putting her heart into it. Teasing him.

It wasn't long before we heard moaning coming from upstairs. The guest bedroom was directly above us.

"He's licking your wife's pussy, you know?" Kitty said nonchalantly as she turned the key inside Stuart's lock. "It's not that Kayden's really good at it or anything, it's just that his body is so sexy, and I trained him to lift me up on his shoulders while he does it. Girls love being carried by a strong man like that. Your wife's head is probably touching the ceiling right now," she mused as she licked Stuart's balls.

"I'm not telling you this to be mean," Kitty said as she removed an elastic from her wrist and used it to put her hair up in a pony-tail. "I actually just want you to enjoy this. Guilt-free. I'm sure she is."

"Fuck," Stuart whispered as she pulled his dick free from the cage, leaving the ring of his cage in place.

"Not a bad size actually. I wouldn't have minded fucking you if I won," Kitty said admiringly as she stroked him to his fullness.

"Oh God, I'm so close," he groaned.

Kitty stopped. "Don't worry. I know you're a fast finisher but I'll drag this out nice and long. I promise you'll get the better end of this deal," she said, her eyes glancing upstairs to where the noise was coming from.

Then she rose to her feet so she was looking him in the face. Without breaking eye contact she pushed both of her shoulder straps to the side and let her dress fall to the ground in a bunch.

Stuart ate her up with his eyes, his stare hovering over the few remaining inches of skin that were left covered by her matching black bra and panties.

Kitty knelt again on top of the fallen fabric and took his erection in her mouth. She went deep so that he reached the back of her throat in one fast push. I heard her gag and she held herself there before pulling back slowly.

"Oh my God," Stuart whispered, closing his eyes instinctively.

"I guess your wife has never done that to you before?" she asked.

Stuart shook his head from side to side.

"She probably never did this either then," she said as she took one and then the other ball in her mouth, stroking his shaft with her hand as she did.

Stuart groaned and she stopped again.

"I suppose you want to finish in my mouth, right?" Kitty asked.

"Yes," he whispered.

"If you change your mind and want to cum on my tits, just let me know", she said as she removed her bra.

Stuart's jaw dropped. As far as we knew, it had been seven years since he had seen any tits other than Cheryl's little A-cups. And the ones he had seen were only on a tattered magazine page. He was ecstatic.

Kitty returned her attention to his cock, licking along the underside, seeming to cherish the taste of him. Stuart's hands dangled at his waist, but she grabbed them and pushed her breasts into them so that he could massage them if he wanted. And Stuart wanted.

At that point Cheryl's screaming peaked in the room above us. She had cum at least twice, and there was a brief respite from the noise before we began hearing the bed creaking on the floorboards above us.

"This is so fucking hot," Isabel whispered, and I saw she was touching herself.

I understood - the sexual tension in the room was overwhelming. I decided to slip my fingers inside my panties as well, and was a little upset at how wet I found myself. Quincy would have cleanup duties later.

I watched as Kitty continued her assault on Stuart's member. She alternated between sessions of deepthroating his cock, followed by tender licking of his balls and shaft. More than once it seemed he was ready to cum, but Kitty only drew it out longer.

"Does this feel good? Has Cheryl ever made you feel this good?" Kitty asked.

Stuart shook his head again and whispered, "No."

"Sorry Stuart, I can't hear you above the sound of my boyfriend fucking your wife," Kitty teased him, "Can you say that louder?"

"No," he said more firmly. "She's never made me feel this good."

To be fair to Cheryl, I don't think Stuart had ever made her feel as good as whatever Kayden was doing to her upstairs.

"Good boy." Kitty returned to giving him a slow handjob, using the thick saliva from her throat as lubricant.

"You know I love the taste of cum," she said, looking into the hole at the end of Stuart's dick as she spoke. "They tell you in school that all women find it disgusting, but it's not true. Kayden got so entitled the few times I sucked him off that I had to stop. But if I had an obedient boy... someone with good manners like you... I'd milk him into my mouth every morning."

"Oh God," Stuart whined.

"You might think I'm lying, but just wait till you finish in my mouth and then you'll believe me."

Kitty briefly pushed his hands away from her breasts so that she could smack his cock on her tits repeatedly.

Then she gathered some spit in her mouth, her cute cheeks forming dimples as she swished her saliva from side to side before drooling on her own cleavage. Taking his cock in the wet gap she pushed her breasts together and started titty-fucking him.

"Hold off a little longer Stuart, we're coming up on the finale," she winked at him.

When he looked about to burst she stopped, waiting for his breathing to slow and allowing him to back away from the edge.

"This is it, Stuart," she announced as she slipped one hand into her panties to touch herself for the second time that evening. "I'm going to stop talking until you've filled my mouth with your white, hot cum. Try to last as long as you can because I'd like to finish as well."

Stuart nodded, looking back at her mischievous eyes.

As Kitty began bobbing on Stuart's cock, I instinctively matched the pace of my own fingers to the movement in front of me.

She was young, and gorgeous, and I couldn't help but envy and admire her perfect little body crouched in front of my friend's husband, devouring his cock. Meanwhile Kitty's unthinking servant was upstairs, fucking Cheryl senseless.

Kitty was unstoppable. A succubus. A semen stealing sex witch.

When I saw her naked shoulders start to shake, I knew she was cumming and I felt overcome myself. My fingers strained at my clit and as the orgasm passed through me I realized what was happening.

Kitty was shooting the moon.

She wasn't like the rest of the women at this party. We loved when men gave us orgasms. But she loved sex. Not just receiving, but giving and taking... all of it. And I was willing to wager that she loved controlling other women's men at least as much as she loved sex.

And so by spending the whole game losing, she had won.

She had forced Diego to suck his own cock. Then she had made poor Quincy cum on command without ever touching him. Now she was fellating Stuart like a veteran whore. She had taken all of our men and done what she wanted to them in front of our very eyes.

And what about her partner? She had probably only been with Kayden for a few months. She had been a keyholder six times already. She was hardly bothered by the thought of lending him to Cheryl for a quick fuck. But meanwhile she had seduced each of our husbands, husbands who we had spent years training, and then she planted thoughts in their heads that they would never forget.

Just as I came to this realization I opened my eyes to see Stuart's body tense. His cock was spasming and Kitty was doing her best to collect all his jizz in her mouth. When he finished I saw her open her mouth wide for him. Tantalizingly slowly she let the cum spill out of her mouth and onto her tits. She rubbed it on like lotion so that her breasts glistened luridly. First the left, then the right, before spitting out another globule which dangled like some vulgar dessert from her hard nipple. Then she gathered his ejaculate up again, scooping it two fingers at a time back into her mouth before swallowing with a satisfied moan.
<hr pg="4" />It was one more freeze frame in a pornographic deck of mental photos from this night that I knew would haunt Stuart through decades of long, locked up nights.

Suddenly suffering from a clear-mind, Stuart realized the trouble he would face when we inevitably described everything that had happened downstairs to his wife. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

As for me, I would always think of her not as a ghost, but as the impish sex demon who showed up one night and beat us all at our own game.

And so the following week the three of us agreed to play Hearts. And we firmly agreed that Kitty wasn't invited.

