But I followed, of course, wondering what his game was. Walking behind him, I had the most fabulous view of his rear, clad in those shiny grey, tight...trousers. The centre seam fitted snuggly between his buttocks, dividing his bum perfectly; a gorgeous, round, “bubble-but” kind of bum. And there were definitely no underwear lines.He went straight into Starbucks and chose a comfy chair in the corner by the window and sat down. I was still standing when he gave me his order - as if to a waiter; I. “It’s something to help with your cuckolding.”Billy was puzzled as he pulled on the red ribbon and then began to remove the paper wrapping. Underneath the wrapping was a small oblong shaped box, which Billy opened at one of the ends. He was even more puzzled when he emptied out the assortment of plastic parts and a small padlock with two keys attached to two chains.“It’s a cock cage Billy,” Ian told him.“Cock cage?”“Wives who are cuckolding their husbands sometimes require them to wear one,”. It cupped and thrust her breasts forward. James could see the hard tipsof her nipples pushing through the fabric. Victoria undid her skirt,letting it drop away and revealing a matching black-and-pink lingerieset; sheer black stockings, and a black garter belt and straps, withhot pink ribbons laced throughout.She stepped her feet apart, striking an imposing figure in front ofhim. She wasn't wearing any panties."But I think maybe now it's time for you to give me my treat, littleboy."James felt a. “Ok. Why me and not your guys over there?” I wasn’t wanting to start a fight.“They are our husbands and they are way too biased for what we need to know,” the blonde answered.“Ok. How can I help you?” I was curious.“Which one of us has the best butt?” The brunette asked.The three of them turned and stood there.“Um, I don’t think I can answer that,” I was in so much trouble.“Why not?” The redhead asked.“Well for one thing I can’t sit here and examine your butts with your husbands over there. I.