To the Edge and Back

[starman2]

Wow Ky another hot account from you , glad you are back and sharing your story is a joy to have the pleasure of reading

[Suchen Zucker]

I have to admit that when long term chastity is introduced to a story, I lose some interest in continuing the story no matter how well written. I know how popular this fetish is among the cuckold stories in recent years, so my opinion is in the minority. I just don't remember when it became so popular.

I truly enjoy Ky's writing, and he's one of the better ones we have on here. In his defense I don't think his being a cuck has ever been in question. I'm with you in that the cuck and chastity stuff isn't in my wheelhouse, but I like his story telling.

As to the chastity aspect of it? I just think those that enjoy it tend to self filter, a sort of survivorship bias if you will? Any hotwife board I've been on inevitably gets overrun by the cuckold aspect of it. Though having been on this one for awhile now, the mod team has done a good job of keeping things on track and organized.

That's my belief as well.
-Suchen

[Suchen Zucker]

Great writing Ky_Da! It's better than the vast majority of the hotwife stories you can find on Amazon. If I may, I'd like to make a point about something that (in my own opinion) you may need to consider as you continue;

Please don't have Ky skipping happily down the cuckold path with no MAJOR self doubt and real fears for his relationship and future with Nichole. I see this over and over again in straight up cuckold stories and (for me) it makes the story a lot less believable. These stories typically are the ones they sell for $1.99 on Amazon. I guess they serve as beat-off material for some, but are quickly forgotten.

The ones you pay full price for are those that go deeper than just kink or sexual urges. Where are the bad guy(s) in this story and who's the good? So far, everyone seems to have only the best intentions and if anything goes wrong it was only an honest mistake or something unrealized, no real harm, no foul.

Typically, people fuck-up, (even with the best of intentions) and with the situation Ky and Nichole have gotten themselves into I find it hard to accept it's been just smooth sailing for their relationship. Look at the stories by Ben Boswell, Kenny Wright, KT Morrison, Daniel Q. Steele, J.C Wittol, xleg, etc. Beyond the sex acts and angst, they are full of the real human drama most of us can relate to; good and evil, power struggles, jealousy and hurt feelings, betrayal (real or imagined), fear for oneself, or for the ones we love, losing our grip on reality, on control, fear of failure, loss of respect, and on and on. Their stories may have huge fights, spouses leave one another, they may or may not get back together. They hurt each other, they ignore, they get selfish, take for granted, have regret, etc. We've all done it at one time or another and so we can relate and place ourselves in the characters place - and that's how the author hooks us.

So don't be afraid to show Ky and Nichole's human frailties and weaknesses. Let them fail, flounder, blow up and get hurt. Let them struggle to overcome. Don't serve happy-ever-after up to them on a silver platter. Where are the demons lurking in this fictional story of Ky and Nichole?

You got this.

-Suchen

[OZCPL]

Great story KY please keep it going

[Whosbeensleeping]

Great writing Ky_Da! It's better than the vast majority of the hotwife stories you can find on Amazon. If I may, I'd like to make a point about something that (in my own opinion) you may need to consider as you continue;

Please don't have Ky skipping happily down the cuckold path with no MAJOR self doubt and real fears for his relationship and future with Nichole. I see this over and over again in straight up cuckold stories and (for me) it makes the story a lot less believable. These stories typically are the ones they sell for $1.99 on Amazon. I guess they serve as beat-off material for some, but are quickly forgotten.

The ones you pay full price for are those that go deeper than just kink or sexual urges. Where are the bad guy(s) in this story and who's the good? So far, everyone seems to have only the best intentions and if anything goes wrong it was only an honest mistake or something unrealized, no real harm, no foul.

Typically, people fuck-up, (even with the best of intentions) and with the situation Ky and Nichole have gotten themselves into I find it hard to accept it's been just smooth sailing for their relationship. Look at the stories by Ben Boswell, Kenny Wright, KT Morrison, Daniel Q. Steele, J.C Wittol, xleg, etc. Beyond the sex acts and angst, they are full of the real human drama most of us can relate to; good and evil, power struggles, jealousy and hurt feelings, betrayal (real or imagined), fear for oneself, or for the ones we love, losing our grip on reality, on control, fear of failure, loss of respect, and on and on. Their stories may have huge fights, spouses leave one another, they may or may not get back together. They hurt each other, they ignore, they get selfish, take for granted, have regret, etc. We've all done it at one time or another and so we can relate and place ourselves in the characters place - and that's how the author hooks us.

So don't be afraid to show Ky and Nichole's human frailties and weaknesses. Let them fail, flounder, blow up and get hurt. Let them struggle to overcome. Don't serve happy-ever-after up to them on a silver platter. Where are the demons lurking in this fictional story of Ky and Nichole?

You got this.

-Suchen

I disagree with this in two respects:
One is that I feel the characters are more fully and realistically drawn than in much other writing both within erotica and elsewhere.
Also I feel that the big boss character is definitely not purr of intention, which also things true.
Just my thoughts.

[coastalover]

I have to agree with Whosbeensleeping above. I also think the characters are well developed, but would go further and suggest they are Ky and his wife. If you read his personal story, I"m Ky and I'm a cuckaholic, his love for his wife is so pure there are no fights, threats of divorce, etc. Angst and all the feeling cucks have, yes. Perhaps it is his intelligence that he is able to understand his role in this relationship that HE has encouraged his wife to pursue. He can't write about something he knows nothing about.
Ky is unique in the unquestioning love and trust he has for his wife. That is the essence of why i am such a big fan. Would that all men would emulate him.
Ky is the ultimate cuckold. He sees his wife as the ultimate cuckoldress.

[OZCPL]

There is something in what Suchen Zucker has said but I suspect he is not really a cuckold, Maybe a stag, but what is each individuals definition of either adjective? Maybe coastalover has clicked into really understanding the situations that have developed in this story. I have no doubt he is wright about KY's knowledge on the subject and the authors ability to portray it accurately. I have been told, by an intelligent gent, that he is in a cuck situation and will never divorce his wife and I have seen a similar situation in a long term relationship close to me but one that may not include extra marital sex. In each situation, where there is such a sub guy, I think it can lead to calmness in the relationship but a difficult and unfair time for the guy. There are as many different types of relationships as there are types of people. I could not claim to be a cuck but I do enjoy reading good authors with practical experience.

I totally agree with Suchen Zucker's last line "Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option." - Mark Twain. However, there would be a lot of people on this site who would not agree. What I do value most is the exchange of intelligent and considered opinions, thanks to all.

[OOAA]

Happy to read different opinions from readers and funs!!! I am sure they will both please Ky and enrich his story!

Best regards!

[Tryagain]

I rarely comment on stories/writing but I have got to say Ky's story is so well-written. And yes...it has helped me orgasm many times!

[twin12set]

Thanks for another sizzling instalment. Can’t wait for the next one. How about Nichole getting Ky lasered before cage installation, after all easier to keep clean.

[SimpleEnigma]

Ky, we only got halfway through your last edition before we had to stop and fuck. Goddamn, you know how to write. Please keep this going!

[Ky_Da]

53

“Rikers 24-7 Stainless Steel Locking Chastity Cage,” I read from the box, turn it to the side to read the detailed information. “I’ve got to say, I was kind of hoping you were just kidding about this.”

“That’s not true. You knew I was being serious,” Nichole argued, “but don’t worry, I spent a little extra to buy a quality cage.”

I picked up the metal device from the table and inspected it closely. The actual cage part was all steel, shaped exactly like a circumcised penis with a cutout slit at the tip. A metal ring about a quarter inch thick was connected to its base with a cylindrical lock that connected the two pieces.

“It’s designed to be worn all the time, and it’s compact enough so it won’t show under your clothes,” Nichole explained. She excitedly held the key up between us. “Let’s go put it on.”

“Can’t we wait until the weekend is over?” I whined, setting the box down dejectedly, knowing from the look in her eye that there was no changing her mind.

“Pish posh,” Nichole said dismissively, “there won’t be any more sex happening this weekend. We’re both too knackered for that.” My wife stood up, gathered the box, and held out her hand.

I placed the device in her palm and followed her upstairs. It was odd, I felt an ominous dread, but I also felt a strange new feeling I couldn’t easily describe. It was an excitement of sorts, but it was so different than anything else I’d experienced. I knew it would take me a while to define it.

In the bathroom, Nichole had me sit on the edge of the tub and remove my shorts. I looked down and felt a slight measure of relief that my dick wasn’t completely shriveled up. Maybe it was from all the use over the weekend, but despite being soft, my dick still looked a little over two inches long.

Nichole knelt in front of me and put her hand to my crotch. Using her fingers, she moved my package from one side and then to the other. “Luckily you aren’t very hairy, but still, I think it’d be best to keep you clean shaven. I think you’ll discover you like it.”

I sputtered in protest, but it didn’t even slow Nichole down as she quickly grabbed my razor and shaving cream. She put a new blade on the razor and then returned to kneel in front of me. Seeing the look in her eye, I knew there would be no stopping her. Nichole worked quickly to first trim away the longer pubic hair, and then she shaved the area clean. The cool feeling of the freshly shaved skin did feel kind of nice.

“Alright then,” Nichole said more to herself. “This goes here.” She guided my dick and balls through the ring until they were completely on the other side. I could feel a slight bit of pressure from the ring, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. She next guided the metal covering over my penis. She had to rock it from side to side as she worked it up to where it met the metal ring. It all fit very snugly.

“It looks like I chose a good size,” my wife said, giving me a happy smile. Nichole then picked up the lock, slid it into the cylindrical housing, and set the lock. “It’s perfect.” Nichole again moved my now caged dick from side to side, inspecting the installation of the new device. “How does it feel?”

I shrugged and shifted my hips, “Okay I guess.”

“It doesn’t pinch or hurt anywhere?”

I shook my head.

“I can’t tell you happy this makes me, Ky.”

“Really, you don’t think it makes me look a little weird?”

Nichole shook her head adamantly, “Absolutely not. I made sure to find a proper looking cage. It looks like you’ve got some cybernetic implant, grrr, very masculine,” she growled and then let out a peal of laughter. “Seriously, Ky. It looks great. I love it.”

I sighed in defeat, “The things I let you do to me.”

I pulled my shorts back on and walked around the bedroom giving the device a test run. It felt fine. I could see how someone could forget about it after a while.

“Do you want to give it a true test?” Nichole said, watching me from the bathroom. “We could try to get you hard, or we could watch some porn? I know you have a list of favorites on Xvideo.”

“No,” I said quickly, “let’s not do that. I want to start off slowly.”

“Fine, but I want you to tell me about your experience. I want to know how it feels when you get an erection, and if you have to sit down to have a pee.”

“Seriously, you want to know that?”

Nichole nodded, “I’m curious.”

“How long are you thinking I’m going to wear this?”

Nichole gave me a thoughtful look for along moment, “I think a week. And if you’re a good cuck-boy, I’ll let you out to have a wank next Sunday.”

“Where are you going to put the key?”

Nichole slid the key from the counter and held it up. “I could have Wade hold it for us. I like those stories where the husband has to ask the bull to borrow the key. Maybe I could make it a condition that you have to suck Wade’s cock for him to deliver the key.”

“No,” I said forcefully, “that’s going too far.”

Nichole giggled, “I was just having a go—I don’t know what I’ll do with it yet. I guess I’ll just keep it in my purse for now.”

“Fine, but you have to leave a copy here in the house in case of an emergency. You can hide it if you want to,” I quickly added, knowing she was going to say it anyway.

“Agreed,” she said, her smile very self-satisfied. “I guess I’ll pop downstairs and get breakfast on.”

I waited until I was alone in the room before I held the front of my shorts open and looked at the cage. It looked like a solid steel penis; probably what Colossus’ penis looked like from X-men only smaller… much smaller. As I moved around the room, bending, doing some squats, and stretching in different angles, I actually found it more comfortable than I’d expected. It might actually be alright. At least until my dick tried getting hard, then it might not be so comfortable.

-_-

Sitting at my desk in my cubicle, I looked around to see who else had come in. It looked like only a few other engineers had chosen to show up beside myself, which didn’t surprise me, working from home was quickly becoming a standard people were less and less willing to move away from. I didn’t necessarily disagree with them, but I still enjoyed coming into the office once in a while. I simply felt like I was more productive and less distracted when I was at the office.

With the coast clear, I rested my hand over my crotch and rubbed my thumb over my dick through my pants. I could feel the smooth metal shield with my thumb, but the steel sheath blocked all sensation to my dick. I had worn it for several days now, and all-in-all, it hadn’t been that bad of an experience.

I knew I needed to get to work. I had a meeting I needed to prepare for. But I couldn’t quit thinking about my wife. My wife, the woman who less than a year ago was so prim and proper in everything she did, was fucking other men on a fairly regular basis—and she was being paid to do it. It was easier to think of her new job as that of an escort, but if you boiled it down, she was working as a prostitute.

Images of her being taken by Wade in front of our friends flooded my mind, and I felt my dick begin to wake as I became aroused. It only took a few seconds before I began to feel the building pressure from the chastity device. It was such a different feeling, and the truth was I didn’t know if I liked it or hated it. I’d learned quickly that there was a sweet spot of how aroused I could become before the device became painful. It was like it was training me to be at a constant simmer instead of a boil. I wondered if that was the intent of it. The cage did as advertised, though. There was no way I was going to get a full erection, at least not until the weekend.

Even though I’d only worn the cage a few days, it had already made a big difference in my day-to-day routine. I was used to masturbating at least once a day, if not twice. But wearing the cage of course kept that from happening. My work production had already increased since I had to be more careful with my thoughts, I’d already received a couple of compliments for how fast I’d returned a few complicated emails.

Another change that I’d noticed was that I felt a little melancholy sometimes. I kept a small, framed picture on my desk of my wife and I on the beach from a couple of years ago and looking at it made me miss those innocent days when we were first married. I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell I was doing letting her sleep with other guys. There was a certain amount of ying-yang in messing around in the hotwife cuckold lifestyle.

Having already drank a couple of cups of coffee, I was feeling the need to pee, so I decided to go before booting up my computer and diving into the boring reading of project specification. I walked down the isles between the cubicles, passing several people on my way. In the bathroom, a coworker was at one of the urinals, so I decided to go to one of the stalls. I’d tried peeing while standing up at home with varied success. I could do it if I was very careful, but it didn’t take much and the stream wouldn’t hit the center of the slit, and the consequences were messy. Plus, I didn’t want to take the chance that the guy in the stall next to me might see my silver pecker.

I flipped the lid down on the toilet down and noticed it wasn’t very clean, so I covered it with a layer of toilet paper before I sat down. My wife was right about one thing, guy’s bathrooms were pretty disgusting. Personally, I always tried to make it home if I had to sit down to take a shit, not wanting to have to sit down in the public bathrooms. But with the cage on, it was simply a safer option to sit down.

When I sat down, I wasn’t as careful as I should have been, and the end of the cock cage bumped the porcelain edge of the toilet with a loud clank. I quickly adjusted, but I wondered what the guy at the urinal must have thought. I did what I needed to, cleaned up and exited to bathroom. I was halfway back to my desk when an engineer lead from another department caught up to me.

“Ky,” called out Tom from behind me.

I stopped and turned, waiting for Tom to reach me. He was someone I’d worked with on several projects. He was a nice enough guy, but we weren’t close friends. “Hey,” I simply said as we shook hands.

“So, it sounds like we have a mutual friend,” Tom said, shaking my hand. Tom was originally from New York, and still very much had the New Yorker accent. He was at least ten years my senior, my height and in decent shape. But his hair was graying prematurely which made him look older than he really was.

“Oh, who’s that?” I asked.

“Do you know a Cory Fletcher?”

I felt my heart stop in my chest and I’m glad I wasn’t walking because I would have surely stumbled. “Yeah,” I said as I cleared my throat. “I just met him recently, so I wouldn’t say I know him well.”

“Cory said he met you at a CrossFit gym recently. He’s been trying to get me to join for a while, but that’s just not for me.”

I wasn’t sure what, if anything, Tom was wanting to talk about, so I did my best to play along casually. Meanwhile, I started to feel a cold sweat form on my chest. “I’ve only gone the one time,” I said, hoping to downplay my association with anything to do with Cory. “But it seemed like a good gym.”

“I suppose,” Tom shrugged, “like I said, not for me. I only wanted to see if you had any interest in looking into the Clampers. That’s where I know Cory from, we’re both Clampers.”

I felt a touch of relief, but still not in the clear. “Is that the gold miners club?” I asked. “I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know anything about them.”

Tom smiled and handed me a card with several red letters on it and a website. “Honestly, it’s an excuse for a bunch of guys to get together and drink over a weekend. We try to do some type of service project, sometimes we’ll build a monument at a historical site, but mostly it’s just camping and drinking.”

“Sounds interesting,” I said noncommittally.

“No pressure here,” Tom said, turning his hands palms up. “Check it out, if it’s something you might want to do, let me know. Cory said he and his wife were at your house for dinner last weekend and that you and your wife were good people. We’re always looking for good people, so I thought I’d extend the invitation.”

“Well thanks, I’ll take a look,” I said, holding up the card to view again. I desperately wanted to ask if Cory had said anything else about dinner, but I couldn’t think of a way to form the question that wouldn’t come off weird. “It might be fun. It was good to get to know Cory and Joanna.” I focused on Tom as I spoke to see if he had any reaction at all.

“They’re great. Super nice people,” Tom simply said, giving me nothing.

I thanked Tom again and we parted, but my head was spinning as I thought of the possibility of my two worlds colliding. Fuck, I swore to myself as I went back to my cubical. The stupid game we played of acting like Nicole and I were married to different people would blow up in my face badly if Cory and Tom talked in detail and connected a few dots. People at work knew who my wife was. I was the ‘guy married to the pretty British gal.’

There was no way I’d be joining the Clampers, even if it was something I wanted to do. I was going to have to be careful and tread lightly around Tom for a while. And Nichole and I were going to have to be a lot more careful about the games we played.

I sat down in front of my computer, and suddenly felt an uncomfortable pressure in my crotch. Damn, I was trying to get a hardon, but the cage was fulfilling its function and keeping that from happening. I thought the fear I’d just felt at what felt like nearly being discovered would have nuked my libido and sent my penis into hiding. But my dick was pressed firmly against its steel sheath.

-_-

“Hey babe,” Nichole called from the kitchen as I entered the house.

I was surprised she was home. She’d been working until late into the night the last couple of days, but I wasn’t going to complain.

“Fuck, what a dress,” I said when I entered the kitchen. She was wearing a very sleek, tight fitting dress that covered one shoulder and arm, but left the other shoulder, arm, and most of her side exposed. It covered her chest completely but showed so much hip and side of her torso that it screamed ‘look at me’. “I didn’t expect to find you here.” I went to give her a kiss, but she turned her head to the side, giving me her cheek.

“I can’t mess up my makeup,” she said, stepping away from the stove.

“You’re on your way out?” I asked, looking to the stove where two burritos sat on a plate.

Nichole nodded, “I had planned on coming home to cook dinner for both of us, but Arthur and his group flew in unexpectedly, so we’re all headed out to some posh place on the Strand.”

“I see,” I said, looking at the plain cold burritos on the plate. “Will you be back tonight?”

Nichole gave me a sympathetic look, “I wouldn’t plan on it.”

“Ugh…” I groaned and bent forward slightly at the waist, hoping it might reduce the building pressure from the cage. It didn’t. “What will you be doing?” I asked, despite knowing the answer.

“Ky, you know what I’ll be doing. Are you trying to torture yourself?”

“I want to hear it,” I said, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second.

Nichole stepped closer to me an felt the cage through the front of my slacks. “Does it hurt?”

“It’s uncomfortable when I’m really turned on, but not painful,” I replied honestly.

Nichole nodded but held her hand over the cage, “I’m going to be with Arthur tonight, Ky. I’m sure at some point we’ll retire to his room, where I’ll suck his cock and fuck him until we both fall asleep.”

“I have to sit down,” I said, feeling suddenly weak in the knees. I took two quick steps to the table and plopped down in one of the chairs. I then concentrated on breathing in slow deep breaths. “Now it’s starting to hurt a little bit.”

“I’m sorry,” Nichole said stepping close to me and squatting down to eye level. “Can I do anything?”

“Yeah,” I laughed and pointed to my dick. “Let me out and let me cum.”

“Besides that,” Nichole said, rolling her eyes and standing back up. “If you’re good, I’ll take it off Sunday and make sure to take care of you.”

“Argh,” I groaned out loud, and then countered, “Saturday, for the entire day.”

Nichole’s lips pressed together as she thought. Finally, she replied, “Fine, Saturday. But there’s no way I’m letting you run around free all day. I’ll give you an hour, and you can cum as many times as you want, but then the lock goes back on.”

“Fuck Nichole,” I swore in disbelief. I looked up at her and could tell she wasn’t going to budge unless I made things get ugly. “Fine, but I have one condition.”

“Oh,” my wife said, raising a shapely eyebrow at me, “cuck-boy is giving his hotwife conditions?”

I stood and went to the refrigerator where we kept a small whiteboard attached to the upper door. I wiped off the various old messages and drew a line down the center, dividing the board into two halves. At the top of the left column, I wrote ‘DJs”. At the top of the right column, I wrote QTYs.

“What’s this?” Nichole said, moving up next to me.

I handed her the dry-erase marker, “Different Johns,” I said, point to DJs, “Mark one for each man you fuck.” I then pointed to the other column. “Quantities, for the number of times you make him cum.”

Nichole’s eyes grew wide as she processed what I’d just said. She pulled in her lower lip between her teeth and inhaled through her nose. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Absolutely,” I said without hesitation. “This is how I stay more involved. I know you can’t always send me pictures, and I can’t always watch. But when you get home, I want you to mark the board, so I know what you’ve been up to.”

Slowly, Nichole nodded her head. Holding up the marker, she said, “I’m assuming you want me to start now?”

“Let’s just go back to Monday morning, and go forward from there,” I clarified.

Nichole again bit her lower lip. She looked hesitant which surprised me. The way she’d been acting, I thought she had all the confidence in the world. It reminded me that some of what she was doing was an act on her part.

Nichole removed the cap from the top of the marker and marked two notches in the left, and five in the right. Meaning she’d been with two different men and made them cum a cumulative five times.

“God that makes me feel scandalous,” Nichole said in a whisper. She looked flushed in her cheeks.

“See,” I said, looking at the board. “I suspected that you’d been fucking around, but I didn’t know for sure.”

“Do you have to make it sound so dirty?” Nichole said, an agitated look on her features. “And it’s not like you asked.”

“I know I didn’t,” I said honestly. “It’s kind a weird thing to ask your wife when she comes home. ‘Hey hon, how many men did you fuck today?’”

“I see your point,” Nichole said, “If this is what you want, I’ll do it.”

I nodded at her acceptance. “It is. I still want pictures, videos, and fuck, even audio recordings when you can. But I want you to keep track.”

Nichole gave a small laugh and put the cap back on the marker, “Leave it to my engineer husband to turn it into a spreadsheet.”

I couldn’t help but laugh myself. “Don’t tempt me to make it more granular, or I’ll have you tracking all kinds of data.”

“I won’t say another word.”

Nichole leaned against my side and touched my back. It was a simple gesture, but it gave me what I needed.

“Oh, you distracted me when I came in,” I said, looking down to meet her eyes. “A guy at work asked me if I knew a Cory Fletcher.”

By the look in her eyes, Nichole understood immediately. And for the next few minutes, I told her what had happened and what had been said.

“It did feel like were being bloody reckless,” Nichole said after I finished. “Best not to play that game again.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” I said as Nichole’s phone buzzed.

Nichole then gave a quick nod and straightened, “That’ll be Rafe. I have to go.”

“I know. Be safe.”

Nichole surprised me by giving me a kiss, ruining her lipstick in the process. I didn’t mind.

-_-

Rafe took my overnight bag from me at the door and walked me to the car. He was the consummate gentleman and always opened the car door for me. But tonight, he didn’t look as naturally jovial as was his usual self.

“Are you alright, Rafe? You seem a bit put out,” I said once we were both in the car.

“I’m alright, but thanks for asking,” Rafe answered. “Just a little disagreement with the guy I’ve been dating lately. This job is sometimes not very conducive to personal relationships.”

“Do you need to stay home? I can always get an Uber.”

Rafe shook his head, “Not while I’m your partner Hot Wheels,” he said almost sternly. His features softened quickly, however, “Besides, tonight I’m only dropping you off and then I’m going back home. It actually works out well because I needed a break from Paulo for a couple of hours after that bitch fit he threw. God, could the man be more dramatic.”

I wanted to laugh. It wasn’t often Rafe let the ‘gay’ side of himself show. He was never ashamed of it, but he usually acted so masculine that it was easy to forget he was gay.

“Well, thank you for the ride Rafe. You always look out for me,” I said, touching his knee with my hand. I hadn’t meant the gesture to mean anything but a touch from a caring friend, and I knew Rafe would take it that way. We’d become fast friends with all the time we spent together.

Rafe trapped my hand against his knee, holding his own hand on top of mine. “I got ya girl,” he said, and I suddenly felt my eyes stinging with a threatening tear. And of course, the always observant Rafe noticed.

“It’s nothing,” I said quickly before he could ask. “I’m just thankful you’ve been such a good friend. Really, thanks Rafe.”

Rafe gave my hand a squeeze, “Any time,” he said, and even his voice was slightly emotional. Clearing his throat, Rafe asked, “How’s Ky holding up?”

I had to blink several times, but I managed to keep my tear in my eye. “So far he’s holding up well, but this week is going to be a test. I left him locked up in his new chastity cage.”

Rafe laughed, “Good for you. Did you get the one I recommended? How’s he taking to it?”

I smiled and nodded, “I got the Rikers like you suggested, and so far he seems to be doing alright, but he’s still getting used to it.”

“Oh, that poor man. You already had him eating out of your hand, but now he’s going to be groveling at your feet.”

“To be honest, I have moments when I feel a bit bad about pushing him to wear it. But it makes me so randy at the same time,” I explained.

“When are you going to let him out?”

“At the end of the week. You might not believe me, but I was listening when you told me about chastity play.”

“Good girl. I know you were,” Rafe said, letting my hand go when he needed to take an exit and turn on his blinker. “And you can extend the time if you work him up to it, just remember to watch him closely.”

“I remember,” I assured, “I don’t want to be cruel. This is supposed to be a game after all… but I have to admit, I’m surprised how much denial turns him on. He’s going to be climbing the walls by the weekend.”

“I hope you have some energy left in the tank for him then.”

“I should, or do you know something I don’t about the next couple of days?”

Rafe shrugged, “No, not exactly. I’m not sure if you’d heard or not. Morgan wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, so he’s had Catherine working to invite a number of her clients to the party tonight. I’m not sure how many people are going to be at tonight’s event.

“I understand Arthur didn’t come alone on this trip. But the tour of the manufacturing plant tomorrow is only for Arthur’s group. We thought we would start the tour after lunch, and then meet back at the office to go over logistics and answer questions. But other than that, like usual, we’re playing it by ear.”

“I imagine I’ll be seeing you tomorrow sometime then. I’d like to go over the look-ahead schedule before we present it to them.”

“There should be time at the plant. Morgan’s actually going to be the one to lead the tour, so I’m sure we can duck out at some point,” Rafe confirmed. “I’m headed there first thing in the morning to make sure everything is ready, so just look for me when you arrive.”

I nodded and we rode in silence for several minutes, Rafe actually driving at a reasonable rate of speed and not his usual half-mental race to some imagined finish line. I appreciated the slower ride because as we got closer, I started to feel the pre-meeting jitters. It didn’t seem to matter that this wasn’t my first time meeting with clients, I still felt an intense nervousness.

We passed over the breathtaking Coronado bridge, but with the early sunset of winter, all I could see were the lights from the ships on the water. It was always such an impressive sight in the daytime. I needed to bring Ky down here again, I thought, trying to remember the last time we had come.

“We’re headed to Beach Village,” Rafe said, waiting until we were off the bridge before speaking. “It’s part of Hotel Del Coronado, so it’s really nice. If Morgan and his wife aren’t there already, they’re only a few minutes away. But it should be fairly straightforward; meet everyone, dinner, probably dancing—we’ve arranged for live music, and then, well…”

“…Play it by ear,” I filled in.

“Exactly,” Rafe said with a wry smile.

I had never spent much time on Coronado Island, but I’d always been taken by the quaint town. It was always filled with tourists and loads of military personnel. Specifically, the Navy according to my husband, which made sense as it’s on the water I supposed.

Arriving at the hotel, I wondered for a brief moment if it was closed, there was no one in site. But as soon as we parked, an attendant came out and opened my door. The hotel was an old building for American standards of old, meaning that it was maybe a little over a hundred years old. We had a very different definition of old in the UK. The large building had tall, white walls and a red tile roof that fit well into the small beach town.

I said a quick goodbye to Rafe and followed the hotel staff into the building. It felt a bit eerie walking through the hotel because there were so few people. I figured it had to do with Covid, and I made a mental note to ask Mr. Schultz how he managed to convince the hotel into hosting his event.

As we arrived at a pair of ornate double doors, the hotel attendant turned to me, “I’ll have your things taken to your room ma’am,” he said, holding up my overnight bag.

“Thank you—,” I said, and at nearly the same time heard my name.

“Miss Ryan,” sounded a deep, familiar voice from behind me.

“Mr. Schultz,” I said, trying to hide the start he’d given me. My eyes quickly went from my boss to the tall, regal looking woman next to him.

“Good evening,” Mr. Schultz said, nodding his head slightly toward me. “I’d like to introduce you to my wife, Claire.” He looked to his wife, “Claire, this is Nichole Ryan.”

“Pleased to meet you Mrs. Schultz,” I said quickly, extending my hand. The woman wore two-inch heels which put her at the same height as her husband. Her mouth had that pouty ‘duck-look’ so common from plastic surgery. Which was unfortunate because she was naturally a beautiful woman. Her breasts looked to also have been modified by artificial means, their perfect roundness and high placement on her chest went against what gravity ultimately did to all women.

“Just Claire is fine,” said the taller woman, ignoring my hand and giving me a brief embrace. “I’m hoping we get a chance to chat before the night’s over.”

“I look forward to it,” I said, pausing a moment to take in the woman’s dress. “And if I can say, that is a lovely dress.”

“Thank you,” Claire said, reaching down and touching the material below her waist. “I warned Morgan I was going to buy myself something nice if he was going to drag me to another of his work events.”

“She did warn me,” Mr. Schultz said in almost an afterthought. He looked distracted, as if his mind was almost completely focused on something else.

“You’ll have to come up to the house for lunch next week,” Claire said. “From what Morgan tells me, you’ve become quite an asset to the company.”

I wasn’t exactly sure why I felt irked at the woman’s comment. Maybe it was because I’d been feeling insecure about a number of things lately. Not the least of which was that I was feeling like my only contribution was because I was an available female, providing sexual favors for business opportunities. I’d know that sex was always going to be a part of the position. Mr. Schultz had been very clear on that point. But I’d thought that I would also be included in more than just the providing of ‘entertainment’.

I shook myself from those thoughts and tried to refocus on the now. I was conducting the presentation work tomorrow for the French group, so that had to mean that my contribution was more than simply spreading my legs. I had worked hard and put in a lot of hours with Rafe, developing plan after plan, and contingency on top of contingency to deliver their equipment on time, have it installed, and people trained on schedule and on budget. It had been a challenge, but to date, it all seemed to be working well.

“I’d like that,” I finally responded when I noticed her beginning to give me a look. I was going to say more but stopped when the doors opened.

“Nichole,” Arthur called out from the other side of the reception hall.

I waved as he hurriedly approached. Arthur gestured to three men who were talking with the band that was on stage, and they all turned and joined him.

“Hi Arthur,” I said, feeling my nervousness return in spades. The band began to play a jazz number called After Hours. I’d heard in my music class years ago and remembered it because it was the first jazz song I’d even been exposed to.

“You are looking good enough to eat,” he said softly in my ear as he hugged me. As he continued the hug, he put his lips to my ear, “I have been thinking about tasting your beautiful pussy since we last parted. I hope you will give me the honor of pleasuring you tonight.”

I felt myself flush, which everyone surely noticed, and answered with my own whisper, “I would very much like that.”

“Excellent,” Arthur said as he pulled away, and then in a louder voice said to the three of us, “These are three of my closest friends and, how you say, coworkers. This is Luc,” Arthur introduced first. “He is the head of our procurement office. Next we have Sacha, he is our accounts manager. And finally, we have Andre, he is the ‘big boss’ you might say. We have to keep him happy, or he will not sign our paychecks.”

They all shook Mr. Schultz hand first, followed by Claire’s, and then finally mine. Luc looked to be the ‘nerd’ of the group, with well-kept, neatly parted hair, he had a boyish face and a kind smile. Sacha looked to be the more independent of the group. He wore his hair longer, had a beard that looked like a week’s worth of growth, and dark, penetrating eyes.

Arthur, Luc, and Sacha were all of similar heights and builds, but the fourth member of their group was the utter and complete outlier. Andrew was well-over six-feet tall, had wide shoulders on a lean but muscular frame, kept his head perfectly shaven, and had the darkest, blackest skin of any man I’d ever seen in my life. If fact, with the low lighting, his face was difficult to make out.

Taking a quick look around the room, I estimated there to be close to forty people. Catherine was surrounded by one of the larger groups, and it looked like she had them eating out of her hand. I was envious of the confidence she always carried. The room was set with a small dancefloor with the band on one side, and a dozen tables forming a semi-circle on the other.

With a prompt, Arthur took me by the arm and led me to the bar where he ordered a White Russian for himself and a Moscow Mule for me.

“A Moscow Mule?” I asked, watching the bartender pour vodka into a copper mug. “I’ve never heard of the drink before.”

Arthur chuckled and shrugged, “Humor me. I’ve been trying new drinks lately,” he said with his easy-going smile. “We were watching the movie The Big Lebowski on the flight here, so I thought I might try the White Russian.”

Arthur took his drink and handed mine to me, “To trying new things,” he toasted.

We clinked cups and each took a drink.

“Huh, that’s not half bad,” I said in surprise.

“Arthur took another drink and set his glass on the bar top. Looking pensive, he tilted his head to the side, “I’m not sure this one’s for me,” he said, giving me a wry smile. “I’m very happy to see you again, Nichole.”

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of desire at the way he said my name, his accent giving it such an intimate feel. “I’m happy you’re here,” I replied. “I enjoyed our time together your last trip.”

Arthur gave me a look that smoldered with desire, “I would take you to my room this very second if I was alone,” he said, his voice thick with need, “but alas, I must be professional and push my thoughts for you aside until later.”

I took another sip from my drink, enjoying the heat from the alcohol. “Do you think we’ll be able to escape your friends tonight?”

“Escape?” Arthur said in surprise. “Certainly not. After I told them of my last trip, they demanded to come with me this time. I do hope you’ll be able to show them the same incentive you so capably showed me.”

I coughed while taking a drink, causing some of the liquid to go down the wrong pipe. I sputtered and choked for several seconds, attracting unwanted attention from some of the other guests.

“I’m so sorry,” I quickly apologized, patting my neck.

“Maybe the Moscow Mule doesn’t agree with you either?” Arthur commented, thankfully mistaking my reaction to the drink instead of to his suggestion of showing the same ‘incentive’ to his friends.

“I know Global Medical will do everything possible to fulfill your order with us,” I said blandly. It was the kind of word salad a lot of customer service types would vomit out to a customer. I didn’t exactly have much actual meaning but was generic enough that it could be interpreted however the customer wanted.

“Nichole,” Arthur said a little more seriously. He looked directly at me; all playfulness gone from his voice. “Just as you have your own management to satisfy, I have mine. It is very important to me that you personally make sure Andre is happy. He has the power to stop our deal if he chooses.”

“But we have a contract,” I said, feeling naive even as the words left my mouth.

“We do,” Arthur said. He suddenly paused as if changing his mind on what he was going to say. “I have no desire to change the path we have forward. I simply need to make sure that they,” Arthur nodded toward his three companions who were engaged in conversation with Mr. Schultz and Catherine, “are taken care of as well as I was.”

“I see,” I said without thinking. Seeing the change in Arthur’s expression, I quickly added, “I mean of course we’ll take care,” I paused as I noticed Arthur’s frustration deepen. “I’ll make sure they’re taken care of.” As soon as I’d said I instead of we, I saw Arthur’s expression soften.

“Excellent, mon trésor,” Arthur said, his charming smile returning. “I need to speak with Andre for a moment, can I ask you for a dance a bit later?”

I nodded, still trying to find my bearings, “Please do.”

I took a large swallow from my drink, and then another. I watched as Arthur and Andre stepped to the side of the gathering crowd and wondered if they were talking about me. What was Arthur going to say to him? Something like, she’ll fuck all of you yeah. Surely I couldn’t be expected to fuck all of them, I thought, looking over the room as if for something or someone that could help. I looked back to the larger group of people and was pleased to see Catherine standing just enough to the side as to be easily approachable.

I set my drink down, “I think I’ll come back for another one of those,” I said to the bartender before turning and walking toward my boss.

“Catherine,” I said, stepping up to his side, “May I have a moment.” I gestured to a spot a few feet away from the group.

Catherine nodded and followed me to where we could talk in private. “Quite the handsome group of men you have there,” Catherine said, giving me an approving look. “I wasn’t sure how you were going to do, but I have to admit, you’ve got good instincts.”

“Er, thanks, I think,” I stammered before coming to my point, “Catherine, I just spoke with Arthur, and he made it clear that he wants me to take care of the blokes he brought with him, like I took care of him.”

Catherine gave me a confused look, “Yeah, and?” she asked as if she didn’t have a clue what I was talking about.

“And?” I repeated. “And there are four of them.” I said it as if it was perfectly self-evident, but Catherine’s expression didn’t change.

“I can see how many there are. What are you so worried about?”

“Four men?” I said louder than I’d meant, feeling more frustrated by the minute. “I can’t—I mean I’ve never…”

Catherine sighed and gave me a slightly sympathetic look, “There’s a first time for everything, Nicky,” she said, her tone very matter-of-fact, “You have three holes and two hands. They have four cocks. It’s not that hard.” Catherine laughed at my expense when she saw the look of shock on my face. “Oh, I forget how young you are sometimes. Look, the chances that they’re looking for fivesome are extremely low. Most guys aren’t into that—well, unless it’s four women. I don’t think you really need to worry that much.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling a wave of relief. “I didn’t think about that.”

“No, you didn’t. You let your imagination conjure up the most extreme scenario and you didn’t take control of the situation. Listen, they’re looking to you to provide a service. You can recruit help, or you can space it out so you can manage. You’re not some powerless sex slave.”

Catherine was right, I thought. I had done just that, imagined the most extreme thing that could happen. “Thanks,” I said after a moment, then more hesitantly added, “Are you available to… help?”

“I could be, for a twenty percent share of the profit split.”

Her blunt answer caused me to pull back in surprise. Twenty percent was a tremendous amount of money. “Catherine, that’s—”

“—A lot of money. I know,” she said, looking back to her group. “I have my own customers to take care of, so helping you isn’t on the top of my priority list tonight.”

“I understand. I’ll figure it out.”

Catherine looked to study me for a moment before saying, “I know you will.”

I was way out of my depth, I thought as Catherine walked away. The volume of the music from the band increased and a number of people moved to the dance floor. I ran my hands down the sides of my dress, feeling my exposed skin on my side. I was expected to be social here. I was expected to be building relationships with clients. For the first time I felt like this was more ‘work’ than it was simply having a new experience.

But it all came down to how I thought about it, I let myself consider. It was nothing more than a mindset after all. If I let myself enjoy the experience and quit overthinking everything, it would make the evening much easier. I looked down at my dress and could see my nipples protruding through the thin black fabric that covered my chest. My body certainly wasn’t overthinking it. It was time to go have a new experience.

-_-

Lying in bed, I propped my head up on my pillow so I could easily see my silver dick. I’d been wearing the cage for less than a week, but it felt like I’d been wearing it for a month. It surprised me how quickly I was becoming used to it. I looked to my phone again, at a recent picture Nichole had sent me. I was building quite the collection of naked pics. Taking in her nude form, I let myself imagine what she would be doing with Arthur later on. For that matter, I thought, looking at the wall clock, what she was doing right now.

Nichole was probably with Arthur, in his room, his cock in her pussy. It used to be a pussy that only I had access to, that only I enjoyed. But it wasn’t that way any longer. I’d pushed her to be with another man, and once that had happened, I continued to push her to be with other men. In this week alone she’d already been with two men, and it was going to be at least three by the time tonight was over. Three men in a week, I thought to myself, well, technically four if you counted me over the weekend… and fuck, it would be five if you included Wade on Friday night. That meant she’d fucked five different men in less than seven days… fucking crazy.

I felt the pressure begin to build, and my silver dick rose slightly and centered itself on my body. I’d done this a half dozen times over the last half hour, getting myself as hard as the cage would allow before changing my thoughts to something less erotic so that my dick would deflate enough to relieve the pressure. I was still working on finding that sweet spot where I could have enough desire to simply let my hormones simmer. It was much easier said than done.

I wondered how far Nichole intended to go with the whole denial and forced chastity game. I’d read about guys that were happy to be locked up for months on end, if not years. Feeling the pressure lessen, my mind returned to my wife. I desperately wanted to masturbate, but the cage Nichole had purchased was thorough and effective. There was no way I was going to be able jack off until Nichole let me out.

It occurred to me that the cock cage that while the cock cage wasn’t something I was fantasizing about, it was something my wife wanted to try. I’d mostly agreed because of the lustful look she always gave me when she’d looked at my caged dick. There was something about it she really liked. The cage itself wasn’t all that difficult to wear, and I seemed to be quickly getting used to it. I might as well try to enjoy the experience, I thought. After all, the whole hotwife and cuckold idea had been mine. Nichole was just putting the pedal-to-the-metal so to speak.

Seeing my wife being fucked by Wade on Friday night made me remember why I wanted this whole thing in the first place. The look of pure ecstasy on Nichole’s face was so complete, that it gave me a sense of satisfaction that was indescribable. In the end, that’s what it boiled down to for me. Seeing her enjoying sex to its fullest made me happy. And somehow through it all, the angst, humiliation, and now even abstinence from my wife’s pussy all added to my own satisfaction.

I knew Nichole had a few things on her ultimate cuckold wish list. She wanted me to suck a guy’s cock, she wanted to try pegging, and it wouldn’t surprise me if what she really wanted was for me to basically have gay sex with another dude. I didn’t find the idea attractive but seeing the lust on her face from watching me do those things, that I did find myself more open to. The pressure began to build again, forcing me to change the direction of my thoughts as I tried again to find the balance.

-_-

Dinner had gone off well, and all the clients seemed happy. I’m sure the chef had done an amazing job, but my nerves pushed all my appetite for food to the side. Several hours into the company party had proven to be socially stressful, trying to give the appropriate amount of time to each person was nearly an impossible task. I had expected to spend more time with Arthur, but he pushed me toward Andre at every opportunity. Arthur didn’t seem to concerned about Luc and Sacha, but it was clear that Arthur wanted Andre to leave happy.

The message was clear, I needed to focus on Andre. I was about to take out my mobile and send my husband a message, but when I spotted Andre by himself at the bar looking a bit bored, I decided the message could wait. I left my table and made my way to the bar.

Andre leaned casually against the bar, sipping his drink, and scrolling through his phone. Wearing a dark suit that was nearly as dark as his skin, he made quite the imposing figure.

“Good evening, Mr. Maroc,” I said, stepping up to the bar. “I hope you found dinner to your tastes.”

He gave me a patient smile and nodded, “It was all very well done,” he said, his English perfect.

“Can I ask, how is it you came to live and work in France? You have an African surname, your accent is even a touch South African, and yet you also speak perfect French.”

“Please, call me Andre,” he said politely. It could have been me, but his smile appeared to be slightly warmer. “And I’ll tell you, if you tell me how an English girl came to live in San Diego.”

“That sounds like a safe enough deal,” I replied, ordering another Moscow Mule. “But my story is not all that interesting. My dad’s American, and my mum’s British. I grew up in Bristol, but when I finished sixth form, my family moved to San Diego just before I was to begin university. It was primarily for dad’s work, you see,” I explained, pausing to take a sip of my newly poured drink. “I decided to come with them and go to university here. I thought it would be an interesting experience. Only mum and dad ended up moving back to the UK after only a couple of years. And I stayed.”

“You must have found something you like here,” Andre said, his intense gaze made me feel like he was studying me. “Or someone.”

I shrugged and nodded, trying not to give anything away, “I do enjoy the warm weather and the beaches.”

Andre’s smile grew, “That’s fair.”

“I do think that someday I might go back to England. I would like to be closer to my family.”

“Family is important,” Andre began, setting his drink on the bar. “I’m originally form Morocco, but when my parents both died when I was a teenager, I decided I needed to leave. I had no future there. A close friend told me about the Foreign Legion, and how they can help someone like me make a new start in life. So, when I was much younger, I moved to France and joined the Legion.”

“That’s impressive,” I said, feeling a true sense of curiosity about the man. “I’ve never met anyone who has been in the Legion.”

“There numbers are not large. When I was with them, there were less than ten thousand. It was hard, but they gave me the start I needed. They taught me to speak French, fed me, clothed me, and even paid me.”

“How long were you in?” I asked. I was truly starting to enjoy the conversation.

“Only five years. That’s the minimal time for an enlistment. After that, I went to university, got a job, and as they say, started working my way up the corporate ladder.”

“You’re quite the inspirational story. I’d reckon that if you wrote a book, it would sell quite well.”

Andre chuckled, “Thank you, but I don’t think so. I’ve never had much interest in writing.”

“Oh, in that we’re completely different,” I said, “I love to write. Maybe you can hire me to do the writing for you.”

“Hmm, perhaps,” Andre replied, looking more relaxed. “It does seem we will be spending some time together in the future. Arthur came back very excited about your company.”

“That’s good to hear. We truly want to do a good job for you, and Andre was fun to get to know.”

“He’s a great asset to the company,” Andre confirmed, “but he can get a little carried away sometimes. That’s why I like to double check on the details sometimes.”

“That’s certainly understandable, especially when millions of dollars are at stake.”

“Exactly,” Andre confirmed. His attention was pulled to the dance floor for a moment. “Would you care to dance, Miss Ryan?”

“Yes please, and it’s simply Nichole,” I said, taking his proffered hand and following his lead to the dance floor.

My dress made it very easy for Andre’s hand to feel the bare flesh on my side, and he seemed to enjoy that feature. It took me several dances before I started to feel comfortable. I had learned all the different steps at school, but since my husband avoided dances like they were death incarnate, I hadn’t had many opportunities to practice. Andrew was a wonderful lead, however, and made it easy for me to enjoy myself as I relearned my steps.

I’ve read in a number of Ky’s stories about the appeal interracial couples have. And I had to admit that the light of my skin compared to the almost complete black of Andre’s own, was a stark contrast, and I found it visually appealing. My nether region began to tingle at the thought of seeing the black skin of Andre’s cock. My inner hotwife wanted out.

As we danced, I glanced around the room on occasion. The few time’s I’d caught Arthurs’ eye, he seemed very please that I was with Andre, so I took that as a good sign. At least I wasn’t going to have to worry about him being jealous if I was with Andre for a time. Not all men shared my husband’s ability to find desire in humiliation and jealousy. For a brief moment, I thought of Ky at home, his penis locked up in a metal cage that I had put on him. I felt a measure of sympathy for him as I thought about how I was likely to enjoy an evening of unadulterated sex, while he would be stuck at home unable to even have a wank.

It was probably cruel of me, but that seemed to be part of the recipe he needed to really be turned on. I had told him that I wanted two years before we returned to a monogamous couple… well, before I returned to be monogamous, the cock cage made sure Ky was already relegated to that role, but I couldn’t help but wonder if even after two years, would there be a any going back to the way things were?

“You know,” Andre said after the band ended the song and we walked from the dance floor. “Arthur and I were thinking the four of us,” he paused and cast his eyes toward the table where his companions sat, “might make a trip to Las Vegas after tomorrow’s business. None of us have ever been, and I don’t think we would forgive ourselves if we didn’t take advantage.”

“Brilliant,” I said, not recognizing what Andre was driving at.

“I was hoping you might be our guide,” Andre added, holding my upper arm in his hand so that his body nearly touching his.

“Oh, I… well, yes, of course,” I said, thinking furiously about how I might pull it off. “I’ve actually never spent any time there myself, but I know someone who has.” I looked quickly around the room and found Catherine standing with Mr. Morgan on the other side of the dance floor. “Give me a minute to look into it?” I asked, looking up to meet his eyes.

Andre nodded and released my arm. It wasn’t a tight grip, but I could feel the callouses on his hands. They felt much like Wade’s hands in that way, rough but strong. I strode over to Catherine, waving a quick hello to Arthur as I passed his table. A couple of females from Catherine’s group had joined them, and Luc and Sacha seemed to be enjoying themselves.

“May I interrupt?” I asked when I was close enough to be comfortably heard over the band. “My clients would like for me to arrange a trip to Vegas after we’re done tomorrow.”

“Great, let me know how it goes,” Mr. Schultz said without hesitation.

“You’re alright with the expense?” I asked, feeling like I needed an official approval.

A look of frustration passed over my boss’ face, “Nichole,” he said, his tone letting me know he wasn’t happy. “You have an entertainment budget, and these are your clients. You don’t need me to tell you it’s okay. Do what needs done. It’s that simple.”

I nodded sharply, “Yes, of course,” I said, stopping myself from apologizing. I then looked to Catherine, “I don’t know my way around Las Vegas, do you have any contacts that might be able to help me?”

Catherine’s brow rose and she didn’t respond right away, but after a moment she said, “I have someone who can help. He’s not cheap, but he’ll give you top notch service. I’ll text you his number when I get back to my phone.”

I thanked Catherine and walked away, trying not to look like I was in a hurry. Maybe I’d come between them at a bad moment because I was certainly feeling a ‘not welcome at the moment’ vibe.

While I had been talking with Catherine, Andre had made his way over to his coworkers. It looked like he and Arthur were in the middle of a discussion, so I paused before I was in earshot and waited for them to finish. Andre’s head rose when he noticed me, and he waved me forward.

“I have some phone calls to make in the morning, but we should be able to work out all the details. Looks like we’re all going to Vegas,” I said, hoping I sounded excited. The truth was I was scared more than anything, and I was dreading having to tell Ky I wasn’t sure when I was going to be home.

“That’s fantastic,” Arthur said, looking truly pleased.

“If any of you,” I said, gesturing to include Luc and Sacha at the table, “have any special requests, let me know so I can plan it out.”

“Very kind of you,” Andre said, pulling me in close to his form. He tilted his head down slightly to me, “Would you like to accompany me to my room for a drink?”

I swear that question was like an opening floodgate to my pussy, my traitorous body not caring about anything else other than carnal satisfaction. I nodded and felt Andre’s hand on my back, guiding me in the direction he wanted to go. I picked up my purse on our way out, avoiding making eye contact with anyone else in the dancehall because it felt like it was so abundantly obvious that we were headed off like a couple of kids skipping out of the school dance to go have sex.

I felt my pulse quicken with each few steps as we made our way to Andre’s room, my vagina already preparing for what was to come. We walked along the rear of hotel, and despite the almost pitch black night, I could hear the ocean waves close by. The smell of saltwater filled my nose. Finally, we stopped at a door where Andre used his mobile to unlock the door.

As soon as we got inside, Andre turned on the entry light. The room was a spacious suite, with a small kitchenette on one side, and a fireplace on the other. Two large and comfortable looking sofas were in the center of the room near where we stood. I would love to have just one of them in my house I thought as I set my down my purse.

I turned to Andre and began to take off his coat. He allowed it, holding up his arms slightly to make it easier. I then carefully took the coat and hung it up in the closet by the front door. Without speaking, I then undid his tie and unbuttoned the front of his shirt. Andre reached out and caressed my breast. His rough hands sounded scratchy against the smooth material of the dress. Next I unfastened his slacks and hung those, along with his shirt in the closet with his coat.

I had only looked briefly at the bulge in the man’s briefs as I removed his trousers, but I could tell that it was large. I’d intended to find out exactly how big, but before I could act, Andre turned me around and unzipped the back of my dress. Pushing it from my shoulders, the material fell to the floor and pooled around my feet. I began to bend down to collect the garment when I felt the back of my bra come unclasped, a second later my breasts were free, and my nipples seemed to find the open air especially invigorating because they turned to hardened nubs that stood like soldiers at attention.

Andre took my hand and led me to the sofa where he sat down. I slunk down to my knees between his legs and tugged down his briefs, freeing his onyx monster. I’d seen large cocks before, but this one ranked right at the top of the list. I’d heard the rumors that all black men were well-endowed, but I’d also read that was a myth, and that they were more-or-less as average as anyone else. Whatever was the actual truth, I was looking at a very large cock.

Two things caught my attention straight away. The first was obviously the size. It was every bit as thick as Wade’s cock, and it actually looked slightly longer. And where Wade’s cock was all veiny and mean looking, Andre’s was smooth and nearly flawless in its shape. The second was the thick gold ring that pierced the through the tip of cock.

“Oh my god, I’ve never seen one of these before,” I said, grasping Andre’s thick cock with my hand. I gently touched the ring with my thumb, pushing it to one side and then the other.

“I find that surprising,” Andre said, looking down at me, “I would have thought a woman of your experience would have seen her share of prince albert piercings.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. A woman of my experience… did he think my main responsibility was to shag clients? The answer that came didn’t fill me with joy. He probably did see me as nothing more than a corporate whore. I couldn’t help but wonder what Arthur had said about me. Was I seen as simply an ‘extra perk’ for doing business with Global Medical? Those questions would have to wait until I could make time to ponder them. For the moment, I needed to focus to make sure the deal proceeded forward.

“Well, to be honest,” I began, “I’m not as experienced as you might think, but I don’t think these are very common—at least not with rings as big as this.”

“I got it when I was in the Legion. You know, after a long night of considerable drinking,” Andre said as I inspected the ring and how it pierced this skin. The ring was simple, but I imagined it was probably at least fourteen karat.

“God its gorgeous,” I said, loving the heavy feeling of a large, thick cock in my hand. I loved the way its soft texture felt and yet I could feel it hardening under my fingers.

“You didn’t panic and run away when you saw it. That’s a good start,” Andre said, running the fingers of his hand through my hair.

“Does that happen a lot?” I snickered.

Andre laughed, “More often than you’d think.”

“I happen to have a well-endowed boyfriend,” I said, unsure how much of my personal life I should reveal.

“And he approves of your work, of you fucking other men?” Andre asked bluntly.

I shrugged, squeezing his cock in my hand, slowly stroking him back and forth, “He’s never asked, so I’ve never told him,” I confessed, giving him an evil grin. “But this isn’t exactly part of my job—or at least I try to separate this from the business part.”

“How’s that?” Andre asked, a confused look crossing his features.

I thought for a moment as I continued to stroke his mammoth rod, “I suppose it’s all semantics, but I don’t like to think of this as a job,” I said, slightly lifting his cock as I spoke. “I’m here because it’s a new experience I can have with someone. It’s exciting and fun if it’s done right, and… well, I enjoy sex.”

Andre was nodding by the time I finished my explanation. I hadn’t found all the right words yet. I was still searching for them myself. But he seemed satisfied.

“That sounds like a positive way to look at it.”

“I don’t see any downside,” I said, moving forward and licking the bottom of his cock like a lollypop.

Andre let out a contended sigh, and I could feel his excitement through his cock. Knowing I was bringing my client pleasure always brought me pleasure. I felt a chill of excitement rush through me as I realized I was thinking of Andre simply as a client. With Arthur, I had told myself that we had a special connection, that it was because we were into each other. I hadn’t let myself think of him as a client.

I continued to stroke Andre’s magnificent manhood as I thought. Maybe I was becoming more comfortable in my role? I still felt terribly nervous before each time meeting with a client. But once things got started, that nervousness went away. I opened my mouth as wide I could and took in the head of Andre’s cock. I felt the metal ring press against my tongue as my lips stretched. It didn’t take long, however, for his cock to hit the back of my throat.

Getting his cock down my throat was a physical impossibility, or at least not without doing some serious damage to myself. But blokes seemed to appreciate an effort anyway, so I impaled myself onto his rod, jabbing it against the back of my throat. I was growing in my ability to control my gag reflex, but Andre’s cock tested that ability to its fullest. It wasn’t long before copious amounts of saliva coated the black rod, and I had to admit, I did like seeing my light skin against Andre’s dark black cock.

I felt Andre’s body shift as he leaned over and picked up his mobile from the small table next to the sofa. Holding it up, he asked, “May I take a picture?”

I sat back, taking his cock out of my mouth but maintaining eye contact, “Only if you send me a copy and then never share it again,” I said, feeling saliva and precum run down my chin.

Andre took several pictures of my posing with his dark cock. He turned his phone to me, and I entered my number. Moments later I heard my phone chime from inside my purse. I was going to have to send them to Ky. It would drive him spare to see that I was with a black man, I thought as I resumed my work.

Using both of my hands, I used everything I’d learned about going down on a man, licking and sucking his balls, stroking his shaft with various rhythms until I seemed to find one he especially appreciated. It wasn’t long before I felt his cock begin to twitch in my hand as his cum exploded into my mouth. I thought I had gotten used to large amounts of cum from Wade, but the volume Andre produced was far more than I was ready for. I swallowed voraciously, gulping down incredible amounts of hot spunk, but I couldn’t prevent some of it escaping from my lips and dripping onto my breasts.

I kept my lips wrapped around the head of his cock for a long moment as Andre’s cock made small micro twitches, each one producing a small jet of semen. I felt like I’d had a small meal. Andre seemed fine to let me take control, so once my jaw began to ache, I decided it was time to make a change. Sitting back on my heels, I wiped cum and saliva from my mouth. I had to look a mess.

I reached for my purse and removed one of the largest condoms from inside. Bugger how I hated the things, but Ky was right, I couldn’t take risks that could potentially harm us both. Getting to my knees, I could see a flash of disappointment cross Andre’s face, but he didn’t protest.

I tore the wrapper with my teeth and removed the greasy prophylactic. I then rolled it down and over his thick shaft, using my hands to smooth it down and make sure it was properly fit. Andre’s cock definitely stretched the latex. In fact, the condom fit so tightly that it was more like a second skin, like it had been vacuum sealed.

Once that was done, I crawled up onto the sofa, straddling Andre’s legs. He wasted no time in taking me and pressing his full lips to mine. I’d never kissed a man with suck large lips, but I quickly found that I liked it. I felt Andre’s hands grab my arse and pull me closer to him. It had the effect of pressing his cock against my pussy, and I could feel the heat from his manhood against my lower lips.

I bucked my hips up slowly and then back down again, lubricating his cock. Hearing his breathing increase, I reached down and guided the tip of his cock to my entrance. I had to almost stand up in order to get high enough to let it enter me. Standing there in a half-squat position, I wasn’t able to tease him for long before I needed kneel back down. As soon as I did, I felt his thick cock penetrate me, stretching the walls of my pussy wide and making me gasp.

“Oh, bloody hell that’s thick,” I cried out. “I need a moment.” I looked down, trying to see how much of his cock was inside me. It was about half I estimated, but it was enough that I needed to breathe and let myself relax.

“Take your time, Daddy can wait,” he said, giving yet another surprise. I’d never called anyone daddy before. At least not since I was a small girl with my own father. I thought that was the kind of thing said in cheesy porno vids. “Most don’t even make it this far.”

“Such is the curse of having a large cock,” I said, trying to laugh through the building pressure. I stopped talking all together as another inch of thick black cock penetrated its way inside me. I blew out a long breathe through pursed lips, feeling an intense fullness.

I lifted myself up slightly, paused for a short rest, and then pushed myself back down. As I repeated the process, I would glance down to our waists where I could see my pussy slowly eating up his cock. I still had several inches to go, I knew if I took anymore, I was going to feel some serious pain as it wrecked about my insides.

During these initial few minutes, I had tried to keep my poise, acting the professional, graceful, and keeping at least some of my emotions reigned in. But that didn’t last. I planted my hands against Andre’s smooth chest as my legs began to shake from the strain. I shifted my hips up and then down a few more times before the strength seemed to bleed out of my arms.

I collapsed onto his chest, all pretenses and prideful arrogance evaporating like a drop of water on a hot stove. I felt his arms wrap around me, “It’s so much,” I said, growling in frustration and increasing lust.

“You’re doing great, baby doll,” Andre said encouragingly. “Don’t be in a hurry, we have time.”

Andre’s hands clasped my head gently and raised my head. He then leaned down and covered my lips with his own. I accepted the kiss and felt my body relax. I’ve always enjoyed kissing. When I first met Ky, we would spend hours and hours kissing and fondling each other. It’s such an intimate expression that it at almost feels more like I’m cheating on Ky more when I’m kissing rather than having actual sex with someone.

Kissing Andre was a purely sensual experience. I didn’t know the man well, and he didn’t know me. I had told myself that we were simply using each other for our own selfish ends. But kissing him with his cock imbedded deeply inside forced me to feel a deeper connection with him. You can’t help but connect with someone when your naked bodies embrace each other, and their cock and tongue are inside you.

I felt Andre’s hand slip down my arse, his middle finger rubbing over my rosebud. He had to lean forward as if doing a partial sit-up, but his long arms easily reached any part of me he wanted. He pulled me in tightly, deepened the kiss, and slipped his finger inside my arse. I knew it was coming but still jumped when I felt it enter.

I had to break the kiss to take a deep breath of air. I felt my body sweating against Andre’s dark skin. He was as calm as a summer day, but I was a trembling bundle of nerves. As we kissed, I slowly felt Andre’s hips thrust upward.

“Ahh!,” I cried out, sitting upright as if I’d been shot in the back with a taser. Every muscle in my body felt like it was under tension. “No more, no more, no more,” I chanted, squinting my eyes shut and trying to relax my body.

After a time, I dropped my head and opened my eyes. I was so close to taking all the man’s mammoth cock, but almost two inches remained. I wanted to take it all, but my body was telling me in no uncertain way that this was my limit. Looking down at our joining, I couldn’t help but be amazed at the extensive amount of my own fluids that coated the still visible part of his cock. It was more than that, I was leaking down his thighs and was probably making mess on the posh sofa, at least it was leather.

“No worries, baby doll,” Andre said softly, a wide smile on his face. “You’re a rare woman.” He didn’t elaborate, but his tone sounded pleased.

I laid my forehead against his chest and began to work my hips up and down on his soaking cock. It felt like my first times with Wade. I thought I’d gotten over that, and I didn’t think Andre was that much bigger. But whatever the case, he was stretching my pussy to new limits. I glanced down quickly when his cock came out, and I was amazed at how tightly my pussy lips clung to his shaft. It was like I was trying to apply a death grip on him with my vagina.

Oh, my poor vagina. It would never be the same for my husband, or at least I never would be. I loved that feeling of being stretched, feeling full, having my heart pound rapidly in my chest as a large cock penetrated me. It made me feel alive and more a woman than anything else I’d experienced. I began to thrust my hips faster as the pleasure built, and all other things fell away. By the sheen of sweat building on my body, it felt like a high-intensity workout at the gym. My hair either clung damply to my face, or hung down over Andre’s body, draping him in a dark curtain.

I wasn’t sure if I truly felt it or not, or if it was simply my mind imagining, but I swear I could feel Andre’s cock ring touching areas inside of me. I looked down again and what I saw made me stop.

“Andre,” I gasped, lift myself off the man’s cock completely. “The condom tore.” The condom sat crumpled at the base of his cock.

“Probably tore on the ring—it’s happened before,” he said, removing the condom and tossing it aside. Without saying anything else, he pulled me back to him and rammed his cock in once more, this time bare and unprotected. I tried to protest, but the change in feeling was so tremendous that the protest died on my lips. It felt so wonderful I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“Oh god,” I cried in a strangled whisper as I held onto Andre tightly. I was trying to do much of the work, but I could tell Andre wanted more because his hips were actively working against my own.

No words were spoken as the minutes passed. A droplet of sweat trickled down my temple. I felt myself on the precipice of a monster orgasm, but for several long minutes it felt as if it was just out of reach. The constant burn and stretching from Andre’s cock kept my release at bay. It felt like I was climbing a mountain, but the peak was always one more vertical wall to summit.

I growled in frustration and tried to change the angle when Andre suddenly spanked the cheek of my arse with his heavy hand. It had been a time since I’d felt the sting of my flesh from a spanking, but my body instantly remembered the sensation. The one slap was enough to finally push me over the edge.

I thought my muscles were taunt before, but they strained even harder as my release began. I arched and bucked in Andre’s grip, my toes curling back so hard I thought my feet were going to cramp. My legs shook and squeezed tightly against the large black man’s torso. I was still in the throws of my orgasm when Andre stood from the couch and began to walk toward the bedroom. I felt a stab of pressure deep inside when gravity pulled me down and drove Andre’s cock deeper into my pussy. I quickly wrapped my shaky legs around his hips and my arms around his neck as I tried not to be impaled any farther.

Despite my best efforts, I was having difficulty hanging on. My body was slick with sweat, and it felt nearly impossible to keep hold. “Andre,” I heard myself whine, straining every muscle to it’s absolute limit. “I can’t hold—Ah!” my cry came out involuntarily as more of the man’s cock found it’s way inside.

“Hang on to daddy, baby doll,” he said, walking casually to the bedroom.

For once I was not pleased that the suite was as large as it was. It felt like an eternity as I fought to pull myself up with each step Andre took. I felt like if I slid down his cock even another millimeter, it was going to do some serious damage to my insides. I felt my legs and arms beginning to slip and prepared myself for the inevitable pain, but at the last moment, we reached the bed and Andre laid me down on top of it. His cock never left me, however, as he moved me into the center of the bed.

“Je veux te baiser,” Andre said switching to French to say I want to fuck you.

“J’aime ça,” I whispered back, telling him I liked it.

“Arthur was right,” Andre said in English, and then switched to French again, “Tu es une bonne petite pute.”

“Andre,” I snapped angrily, “calling me a whore—you’re as coarse as my boyfriend.”

Andre chuckled as he leaned in towards me, his cock filling me again, “I call you what you are, my little Nichole. But there is no shame in it. Not in my eyes.” Andre slowly fucked me, focusing on his own pleasure now. “You are a beautiful woman, and I hope to have you for many nights in the future.”

Andre’s thrusts quickened, his cock penetrating me to my limit each time. I felt a pain stabbing through my fingers and realized that I was gripping the duvet tightly in my hands. “Bloody hell… it’s so intense,” I moaned. I was right on the threshold between pain and pleasure, and the slightest breeze could’ve knocked me over either way.

“I wasn’t sure what to think of you at first,” Andre continued to talk, easing his pace only slightly. “Part of me thought you were arrogant and only interested in making more money. But now I see the truth of it… you are curious, you are wanting to experience new things, but you are still denying your nature.”

“My nature?” I managed to ask.

“I think you probably war with yourself, but you were made to bring men pleasure, baby doll,” Andre said, easing his cock in deeply and holding himself there. “You would be happier if you focused on that talent and stopped worrying about the delivery dates, warrantees, installation issues, and other such nonsense.”

“Andre,” I said, my voice strained. It was bleeding impossible to talk business with a giant anaconda sized cock in your cunt, “my job is to make sure we meet your expectations. It is important to me that the equipment you’re purchasing meets your expectations.”

“There are others who can worry themselves about that,” Andre said, caressing my legs and then pulling them together in front of his chest, his cock still nearly buried in my pussy. “You, my perfect baby doll. Your body is perfect for pleasing cock, yes.” Andre let out a contented sigh. “But you are dangerous because you entice my senses.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so I simply didn’t. Andre seemed content, and he was giving me incredible pleasure, so it seemed pointless to argue. I was blissfully happy in my lust fueled haze, and Andre seemed quite capable of keeping me there for a long time.

Andre’s pace quickened, and for several minutes he fucked me without speaking. He then suddenly pulled out, let my bum drop to the bed, and crawled over my body until his legs straddled my chest. Next he held his cock to my lips, the cock ring pressing against my lower lip. As soon as I parted my lips, he roughly shoved his cock deep into my mouth. I felt his manhood hit the back of my throat, but that didn’t deter him, he only shoved harder.

I twisted to the side and Andre quickly relented. With his cock out of my throat, I took several lungsful of air. All while Andre wanked himself above me. “Hold your breath,” he suddenly said, jamming his huge rod into he back of my throat again.

It didn’t take long for me to feel the tell-tale pulses that meant the man was cumming again. I had no choice but to hold my breath with his cock blocking my windpipe, but I only felt his cock twitching against my lips because he was pouring his load almost directly into my stomach.

I started to feel lightheaded, and I knew I needed to breathe soon, but long before I started to panic, Andre backed away and his cock fell from my mouth. Cum slowly poured out and dripped over my chest as I ran my tongue through my mouth. I only tasted the smallest hint of his semen. My body sank into the bed in exhaustion. I tingled to the tips of my fingers and toes.

Andre retrieved his mobile and laid back in bed, his head on the pillow and the rest of his dark body naked in front of me. I moved to his side and rested my head on his abdomen while he rang someone on his mobile. He spoke with a clipped tone and very quickly, but I was generally able to follow the conversation. As most people, I could always understand far more than I could speak. He seemed to be talking about mostly business. As France was far to the east, it was still business hours there.

With Andre’s cock so close to me, I couldn’t help but take time to inspect it. I shifted to my side to make myself comfortable and began to gently run my fingers over the thick black member. It was still coated with ample amounts of my natural lubrication, and the smell of sex was heavy in the air. I felt Andre’s hand weave into my hair as he spoke on the mobile, and I felt a sense of contentment at the relaxed feeling I had.

It was hard to describe, but I was truly loving the feel of a man’s penis. I know a lot of women were not turned on by ‘dic pics’, but lately, I was finding them exciting. Andre’s cock was a piece of art. Yes it was large and heavy, but the black skin that still glistened in the light was an incredible sight. My pussy burned from our recent coupling, but also from anticipation that we might have sex again, that we might fuck again.

That was another thing that I felt changing. I found more and more pleasure in using the word fuck, and referring to my vagina as a pussy, or a cunt. The more I used it, the more it made me feel a spike of pleasure.

Andre’s cock was beginning to swell again by the time he finished his call. I felt his fingers slide between my thighs and begin to rub against both my pussy and my arse.

“So, what do you think, my little whore?” Andre asked, setting his mobile onto the nightstand.

“About?”

“This summer,” he began, “I think we will need your company support for at least three months. I think you should be in France for at least those three months.”

“Andre,” I said, turning and sitting up. “I have commitments here. I can’t up and leave for three months. And besides, Arthur and I only agreed to one month.”

Andre nodded but didn’t seem effected by my argument. “Agreements can be modified. I’ll talk to Morgan about it tomorrow during the presentation.”

“Andre, that’s a long time,” I continued to protest.

“It would seem as a day,” Andre said, giving me a coy smile. “Go to my bag.” Andre’s eyes glanced at the carryon next to the closet.

I moved off the bed and went to the small piece of luggage. It was unzipped and laid open.

“Now, open that small pocket on the inside,” he further instructed.

After I unzipped the pocket, I reached in and felt something rubbery. I took it out and held it up. It was a thick, black ring made of a stretchy rubber.

“Bring it here,” Andre said, gesturing me back to his bed. “It excites me that you are not as experienced as I first thought. I want you to put that on me.”

Following Andre’s eyes, I could tell that he wanted me to put it around his cock. Once again I moved in close and took his cock into my hand. It was semi hard, but it took some effort to stretch the rubber ring and pull it into place. I assumed it went to the base of the cock, but I really wasn’t sure what it was.

“Go ahead,” Andre said, glancing down at his cock.

The implication was obvious. He wanted me to get him hard again. I turned my attention back to Andre’s cock, and it didn’t take long for me to stroke and suck it back to full hardness. I began to see what the cock ring was used for as Andre’s monster manhood swelled in my hands. It felt harder, fuller even. It even looked slightly bigger, and I found myself biting my lower lip as a nervous anxiety swelled within me.

“On your stomach,” Andre called, giving me a tap on my thigh.

I did as instructed, moving to my stomach. Andre moved to my side, lifted my hips, and shoved a pillow under them, propping my arse into the air. I felt properly exposed.

Andre moved behind me, but instead of spreading my legs, he kept them closed and straddled my legs between his thighs. I rested my head onto the soft mattress of the bed and took a deep breath, wanting to calm myself for what was to come. I dearly hoped he didn’t intend to take my arse. Even if I could take it, I would be walking around sore for days.

A hard spanking to my left arse cheek yanked me to attention. Bugger it stung. I would have compared it to the sting of a bee, but that sting covered the entirety of my cheek. Andre then followed it up with several more. I let out a surprise yelp after the first one, but that sound of surprise morphed into a crying moan that sounded strange to my ears. I could’ve sworn I’d never made noises like those before.

At last, I felt the intense heat from Andre’s cock as it probed between my legs. It was a tight fit with my thighs pressed together, but apparently I had produced more than sufficient wetness to make sure his cock glided against my skin. Thankfully, I felt his tip teasing the entrance to my pussy. Leaning forward, Andre rested a hand on my back and entered me.

“Oh Andre,” I gasped. I wanted to tell him to go slow, tell him to stop for a moment, but I was so overwhelmed my words fled from me as if seeking refuge of their own. The intensity from our last coupling was nothing to what I was feeling now. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cry, scream, or moan. What tore from my throat was a combination of the three.

Andre’s hand moved to my neck, and his large, calloused hand easily encircled it. He didn’t choke me hard, but even the little bit of pressure was enough to make me feel disoriented and dizzy. I heard Andre moan in satisfaction as his hips slapped against mine, and it became easily apparent that Andre was not like Wade, or Marcus, and much less like Ky. There were men who primarily concerned with their own pleasure and gave little thought to the woman they were with. Andre was taking me for his own gratification. I was simply a means to give that to him. In that moment, I realized that I’d never felt so much like an actual whore.

Up to that moment, it had been a game, more of something I had pretended at. But feeling Andre fuck me, a man I had only first met hours ago, enjoying himself by using my body, left no doubt in my mind. I was being used as a whore. I was a whore. Those thoughts should have repulsed me, but instead they fed my desire like fertile soil.

Maybe it was the aid of the cock ring, but Andre seemed to have no need to slow down. He was like a tireless machine, relentlessly fucking me with no need for rest. Again, I was sweating like I was in a sauna, only this time Andre was as well, and our bodies moved against each other with an easy smoothness. The intensity was too high for me to relax and find my release, but the lustful haze that filled my head was pleasurable, and I wasn’t sure if what I was feeling wasn’t more like a long, sustained orgasm of a different type.

Andre continue to fuck me. At some point I gave up all pretense that I had any control. My body was Andre’s to do with as he pleased. I was simply his for his taking. For this night, I accepted that I was being a whore, and I was alright with it. It didn’t mean that’s what I was, at least not completely. I could wake up tomorrow and leave this life behind, become Ky’s faithful wife once again, and return to a normal life. I would have laughed had I been capable. Those words felt insincere at best, but I knew them to be lies as soon as the thoughts formed. I did not want to go back to that life.

[DarrenZ]

Another excellent chapter, Ky.

[coastalover]

Ky
Thank you so much for taking us deep into the corporate whore's life. Just wondering if the edge is before the three months overseas or after??? Can't wait to see.
Your writing break was certainly well deserved and seems to have given Nicole a second wind.
Keep up the great work.

[Open2it]

Beautifully written and rich in detail. You have a great sense of how to supercharge an erotic scene. Thank you!

[antidote2909]

Just awesome Ky. Amazing storytelling.

[JustWantToWatch]

Somehow this just keeps getting better!

[mundyman]

So, what do you think, my little whore?” Andre asked, setting his mobile onto the nightstand.

“About?”

“This summer,” he began, “I think we will need your company support for at least three months. I think you should be in France for at least those three months.”

“Andre,” I said, turning and sitting up. “I have commitments here. I can’t up and leave for three months. And besides, Arthur and I only agreed to one month.”

Andre nodded but didn’t seem effected by my argument. “Agreements can be modified. I’ll talk to Morgan about it tomorrow during the presentation.”

“Andre, that’s a long time,” I continued to protest.

“It would seem as a day,” Andre said, giving me a coy smile.

And

Andre continue to fuck me. At some point I gave up all pretense that I had any control. My body was Andre’s to do with as he pleased. I was simply his for his taking. For this night, I accepted that I was being a whore, and I was alright with it. It didn’t mean that’s what I was, at least not completely. I could wake up tomorrow and leave this life behind, become Ky’s faithful wife once again, and return to a normal life. I would have laughed had I been capable. Those words felt insincere at best, but I knew them to be lies as soon as the thoughts formed. I did not want to go back to that life.

First, thank you for your efforts in presenting the next chapter of this story. Holy shit, what a great chapter!!
Second, it sounds like shit’s about to get real. Ky is locked up, Andre wants Nicole to spend 3 months in France with him serving as his concubine/naive little whore, his innocent plaything he can mold into his own image, and Nicole is slowly sliding down the rabbit hole of getting off on Ky’s submission and in love with the sex she gets from large cocked men.
Wow this is going to be good!!!

[OOAA]

OMG What an AMAZING chapter!!!!!

And what new steps in the story...... cage on.... big Andre in action... and three month summer project on the table....

HOT HOT and HOT!!!!!

Thanks a lot Ky!!!!!

[mundyman]

This story and Ascending Lauren are the two hottest stories of fiction on this site.
Both written from the experiences of men who are in the lifestyle.
This adds a lot more sizzle to the steak!
Well, well done!

[Frenchie]

Wow !!

Hot as hell !!

"Chaud comme la braise!" To put the words in André's mouth.

Amazing chapter !!

[starman2]

amazing it just grips you ky you know how to right a hot erotic cuckold story

[Ky_Da]

Hey all,

I had to do a little traveling this week, so I find myself back in the California this week. God I miss this place. There’s just something about SoCal that gets in your blood. I’m feeling nostalgic, so I’m at the beach my wife and I used to hang out at a lot.

I was hoping to do some reading, but this library side of Ourhotwives gets kind of slow at times. I’m editing the next chapter, so hopefully I can get it out tomorrow. I have to tell you all though, the edge is still a ways out there, and the way back is looking very difficult…

[coastalover]

Oh my. Knowing how your stories follow your personal life, does that mean "Tiger Mom" is back in the saddle? At least a little bit? Did she accompany you back home and is visiting some old friends? Memories or renewal???

[Ky_Da]

Oh my. Knowing how your stories follow your personal life, does that mean "Tiger Mom" is back in the saddle? At least a little bit? Did she accompany you back home and is visiting some old friends? Memories or renewal???

To your point, the story does pull from a lot of personal experience, as well as things we fantasized about but never tried.

But sorry to disappoint, there’s no return for us to hotwifing or cuckolding. My life is exciting enough trying to raise 3 boys, and fending my wife off for trying to have a girl. We had a few very exciting years playing around in the lifestyle, but I like where we are now. There’s a unity you lose the play the games, or at least we did. It’s been a long hard journey to regain the ground we lost.