To the Edge and Back

[Ky_Da]

With all due respect to my fellow fans whose opinions may differ, I really like this story and where it's headed.

I can't wait to see how you deliver the details on how the piercings came to be (Andre wins a bet at the poker table?!?!?!), but I suspect that you will share that salacious info with your usual flair.

With my preference being hotwife husbands who are more stag than cuck, I would love to see the Ky character remain uncaged, promising Nichole that he will steer clear of Rachel and self-gratification, unless otherwise directed by her - with the penalty for a violation being a return to the cage.

Now that Nichole is fully pierced (love the double tongue studs) with jewelry that matches her necklace, I can't wait to see what the fabulously deviant Andre will do with her during the 3 month trip to France. You have created the ultimate "open canvas" to paint your picture of what the "edge" looks like for Nichole, and I can't wait to see your rendition!

Sometimes it's writer's block. Other times it's writer's binge. You clearly are on a roll with the latter, and I hope that your amazing wife can give you sufficient rope for you to continue this binge and enchantment of your readers with this scintillating story!

Thanks Duke - I always appreciate your thoughts. I’d love to say more, but can’t without giving things away.

[Ky_Da]

"I've been on a bit of a writing binge lately, which does cause some friction with the wife sometimes . . ."

Sorry to hear there is friction, but make no mistake you have already written a "real" novel, even if you have no direct profit motive.

Just guessing, but I wager Jaimee does support, overall, your writing efforts. Does she ask to see what you are writing, even as you are composing? Does she ever urge you to finish a chapter, because she is eager to enjoy where the the story is heading. Maybe she sometimes gives you ideas, input?--perhaps in editing, offering up her perspectives?

Or am I wrong? Is she indifferent to the project, only tolerates it--or worse, is she generally exasperated when you devote time to writing--or worse yet may feel your posts to OHW at this point are counterproductive to your marriage? I hope not.

Hey Wistful,

I’d say support from my wife ebbs and flows depending on the day. Overall she’s fine with it. She does like to read the chapters and discuss, and she definitely does have some influence. She’s always had a thing for two guys having sex and for some denial, but she knows I don’t share the same passion for those things as she does. But I try to put what I can in the story to make her happy.

With three boys to raise, it can sometimes be a matter of survival to get through the day, so writing and talking about cuckolding/hotwifing often isn’t a priority.

As time goes on, I doubt more and more we’ll ever dip our toes back into those waters. We do sometimes talk and laugh about the past, and it always feels like we somehow managed to dodge a very large bullet. We’re still married, have three healthy boys, and generally a good life. I don’t want to risk losing that, even if it means eating bangers and mash for dinner for the foreseeable future

[Ky_Da]

Second hot take:
This is 2022, everyone has a cellphone, I’m sure at least someone has a video of the nights debauchary, including the piercing Nicole received. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out Catherine had a hand in Nicole’s piercing and wild night.
But what’s not to say that someone will use these videos or pictures against Nicole to leverage her to do things she would rather not do.
Perhaps slide further into the world of a professional whore and escort.
Remember what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, until it doesn’t.

Yeah, with powerful cameras on every phone, I don’t think Vegas is nearly as secretive as it once was. Even Prince Harry couldn’t keep his naked pics from getting posted back in the day. That makes me wonder if Harry might be a cuck, letting Megan troll the streets of LA. Meh, I guess I don’t really care. I can’t stand either one of them. But that’s a rant for another day.

Thanks for the comments, you’ve got some good thoughts that could make for a stand-alone story in their own right

[Ky_Da]

Well Ky you gave me what I have been wanting....the corporate whore.
I guess I was naive, because I am not sure I'm happy. In my mind the corporate client pleaser deals with people like the Kleinbergs or Andre's point man. Rich, classy, sexual, and fun. Wasn't prepared for the drugs, body modifications, and unconscious sex. It changed Nicole in my eyes.
I am very straight laced. Probably a control freak. Definitely a pervert, but with limits. My motto always, I want to remember what I did. When someone looses control it is a downer for me.
Your writing is beyond words. I was there. Squirming, yelling no! But it didn't help. Those piercings on the Goddess, oh my.
It also changed me. I was all in on Cuckolding. Loved it. But I do realize things like this do happen. Addiction comes in all forms, alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, cocks and extreme sex. And the cuckold angst. I think I got a healthy dose of reality in the safety of my home, thankfully. I have a whole new respect for the genre. Nobody has ever done that for me before.
Thank you.
P.S. I swear I will buy all of your books if you start writing professionally.

I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your feedback. One of my goals in writing this is to include the good, bad, and the ugly. I know the journey that Ky and Nichole are on and where they end up, but it’s anguishing at times to go on the journey with them.

[Open2it]

Ky_Da,
The trials of the journey allow us to either appreciate the destination or the lessons learned along the way. Either way, we’re better prepared for the next journey - even if it is bangers and mash for the foreseeable future
O2

[mundyman]

Second hot take:
This is 2022, everyone has a cellphone, I’m sure at least someone has a video of the nights debauchary, including the piercing Nicole received. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out Catherine had a hand in Nicole’s piercing and wild night.
But what’s not to say that someone will use these videos or pictures against Nicole to leverage her to do things she would rather not do.
Perhaps slide further into the world of a professional whore and escort.
Remember what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, until it doesn’t.

Yeah, with powerful cameras on every phone, I don’t think Vegas is nearly as secretive as it once was. Even Prince Harry couldn’t keep his naked pics from getting posted back in the day. That makes me wonder if Harry might be a cuck, letting Megan troll the streets of LA. Meh, I guess I don’t really care. I can’t stand either one of them. But that’s a rant for another day.

Thanks for the comments, you’ve got some good thoughts that could make for a stand-alone story in their own right

You da’man Ky.

[starman2]

wow Ky another very arousing and hot chapter, I do enjoy your style of story telling an amazing love story of two people enjoying a scary and bumpy but exciting lifestyle that grabs you .

[OOAA]

I wouldn’t jump to conclusions about whether she was raped or had things done against her will. We will have to wait for her next interaction with Andre, Arthur, or perhaps Catherine to find out what happened after her memories left off. Before you let the apparently negative things happening turn you off to the story as a whole, keep in mind that the best stories take characters through often tragic paths on the way to a different ending. However, it will be interesting to see if she is able to work the Saturday BDSM party that Catherine has likely committed her to with her fresh piercings still healing.

Your comment’s appreciated. I knew there would be difficulty for people in liking the story once the external conflicts really started to escalate. I’ve always said it’s going to be a wild and bumpy ride, so hang on

Ok Ky_Da, thanks for your message.

On the other hand, I have being remembered this is a place for fiction stories, so here hanging on...

Best regards!

[OOAA]

Second hot take:
This is 2022, everyone has a cellphone, I’m sure at least someone has a video of the nights debauchary, including the piercing Nicole received. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out Catherine had a hand in Nicole’s piercing and wild night.
But what’s not to say that someone will use these videos or pictures against Nicole to leverage her to do things she would rather not do.
Perhaps slide further into the world of a professional whore and escort.
Remember what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, until it doesn’t.

Yeah, with powerful cameras on every phone, I don’t think Vegas is nearly as secretive as it once was. Even Prince Harry couldn’t keep his naked pics from getting posted back in the day. That makes me wonder if Harry might be a cuck, letting Megan troll the streets of LA. Meh, I guess I don’t really care. I can’t stand either one of them. But that’s a rant for another day.

Thanks for the comments, you’ve got some good thoughts that could make for a stand-alone story in their own right

Megan cucking him..... THAT is a HOT story FOR SURE!!!!! Dammit, what a cute and hot Megan!

[Ky_Da]

56

Rafe arched a brow at me as I approached his car for the ride to work. He didn’t say anything, but I knew what he was thinking. I’d dressed in a plain grey, button down blouse with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, and a black calf-length skirt. The top was decidedly masculine, but it seemed to fit my mood that morning.

Ky had already left for work, which I was happy about because the tension had been steadily growing between us on Sunday. I was grateful that the man had been so supportive when I got home Saturday, allowing me time to rest and decompress after such an erratic week, but I could tell his patience was wearing thin. He had hard questions, and I needed to have the answers.

I’d tried to explain to him why I’d allowed so many men to fuck me without condoms, but to be honest, I was still working that out in my own mind. I had been incredibly irresponsible, and I was disappointed in myself as well. But that wasn’t enough of an explanation for my husband. He seemed to think I was holding back. And truth be told, he wasn’t wrong. I knew we had another difficult conversation coming, but I needed time to myself to process a few more things before that happened.

“Alright,” Rafe said once we were both in the car, “I know that frumpy outfit wasn’t one that I picked out. I thought we got rid of all your hideous old clothes.”

“I guess we missed one,” I said, a bit more sardonically than I’d meant.

“Well, well,” Rafe said, rolling his eyes. “Someone drank a cupful of bitchiness today.”

“Two cups actually,” I said, looking out the window. I immediately felt the sting of regret for my tone and attitude. Rafe had never been anything but brilliant to me. Still, I let a long minute of silence pass before I pushed away my pride. “Sorry… can we pull over and chat a minute?”

Rafe didn’t hesitate, taking the first righthand turn he could and pulled the car to a stop in a random neighborhood. He put the car in park and turned his head to me. “What’s up sister?”

I ran my tongue over the roof of my mouth. Between the continued ibuprofen, ice, and taking extraordinary care to be as gently as possible to the new piercings, the swelling had stayed to a minimum and they were now more just minor nuisances.

“Have you heard any feedback from last week? Any word from Arthur or his people?”

Rafe shook his head, “I was hoping you’d have some information for me on that front. I really didn’t see much of them after the presentation on Thursday. It all seemed to go well, though. Did something happen in Vegas? I’ve been dying to talk to you about it?”

“Oh, things happened,” I said, shaking my head. I took a deep breath and then exhaled, sticking out my tongue to show the two piercings.”

Rafe’s brow shot straight up, “Damn Hot Wheels, you are literally the last person I would have expected to see pierce her tongue.”

“Hold that thought,” I said once I’d pulled my tongue back in. I then proceeded to undo the top couple of buttons on my blouse. I wasn’t wearing a bra, but the stiffness of the shirt did a good job of hiding my protruding nipples and their new hardware.

“Whoa!” Rafe gasped and then went silent once I revealed the nipple piercings. He remained silent as I unbuttoned the rest of my blouse and showed him the navel piercing.

“And there’s one more,” I said, placing my hand over my vagina. The sidewalks looked vacant, but I didn’t feel comfortable hiking my skirt.

“I don’t have words,” Rafe said as I buttoned up my blouse. His nose wrinkled, “The inside of that blouse is as appalling as the outside. It must itch something fierce.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that suddenly escaped me. It was the last thing I’d expected to hear, but of course it would be the first thing Rafe would say. “It does itch,” I admitted, resting my head against the window and closing my eyes. “I tried some ecstasy, and at first things seemed fine. But apparently it all went pear-shaped later because I woke up with some new jewelry.”

“You don’t remember!,” Rafe said in shock, his eyes wide with concern. “That’s not usually an effect of X unless it was laced with something. I suppose you never know these days.”

I raised my head and took a deep breath. I began from the beginning and carefully told him all of the details, sharing even a few things I’d kept back from my husband. When I finished, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and it felt like I was able to work out a few more things in my head to where I felt like I might be able to have that needed conversation with Ky.

“Thanks for listening,” I said when I finished.

“You don’t need to thank me, Nichole. We’re friends, and I’m happy you feel you can trust me enough to talk to.” Rafe gestured toward my breasts. “So, what are your plans for those?”

I sighed, “They’re all coming off as soon as I can get it done. Hopefully my doctor can get me in quickly, otherwise I might just to the hospital.”

“Kind of shame really,” Rafe said, giving me a sympathetic look, “you look hot.”

“That’s what my husband said, too,” I said, rolling my eyes and then straightening my blouse. “We should probably get going.”

Rafe nodded, putting the car into drive and pulling out into the street. “What’s your week looking like?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “With the presentation behind us, I guess we need to focus on meeting the manufacturing milestones. So, maybe spending some time at the plant.”

“Look, I’m already planning on spending a lot of time there over the next few months, so don’t worry about it if you’re busy. I mean by all means stop by if you want, but I’m taking care of the day-to-day oversight. Truth be told, the actual manufacturing and quality control aren’t the problem. It all boils down to procurement and supply chain issues.”

“I can imagine,” I said, figuring that it was one more thing affected by Covid. Fucking Covid. “You know, I’m feeling a little left on the sidelines lately when it comes to the business side of my responsibilities. Most of what I’ve been doing is ‘client relations’ I said using air quotes.”

“Sorry,” Rafe apologized quickly, “I didn’t realize you felt that way. It wasn’t my intent last week. You were just so busy trying to get the Vegas thing planned last minute—which, awesome job by the way. You pulled that off well—I didn’t think twice about finishing the presentation. I should—”

“—You did what needed to be done,” I said, interrupting him. “I’m not blaming anyone. Maybe I’m just being overly sensitive about it. I’ve been feeling rather introspective lately.”

-_-

Walking into the Executive Branch of Global Medical, I’d intended to go straight to my office and hide the day away. But as soon as I passed Elaine’s desk, she gestured toward Mr. Schultz’ office.

“He asked me to direct you to his office first thing when you came in,” she said apologetically.

I nodded and headed the opposite direction of my office, going to the oversized corner office that belonged to the President and CEO.

The office door was open slightly, but Mr. Schultz’ saw me through the window next to the door and waved me in. He was on the phone, so I simply took a seat in one of the two leather chairs in front of his desk, resting my papers and handbag in my lap.

Ending the call, Mr. Schultz stood and came around the desk, sitting on the corner as he cast his gaze over me. “Feeling ‘uninspired’ today?”

“Too right,” I said, agreeing with him. I knew it wasn’t the most ideal response, but I was still in a funk.

“I think we need to talk,” he said, getting to his feet. He then shut the door and closed the blinds.

“Sir,” I quickly said, hearing the word come out slightly differently than usual. My tongue was working much better than it was when it was freshly pierced, but it still took some effort to sound as I had before. The piercings simply had a way of changing the way I said the words. I was about to tell him I couldn’t give him a blowjob, but when he sat down in the chair next to me, I realized he only did want to talk. I felt a wave a relief.

“I spoke with Arthur earlier this morning,” Mr. Schultz said, making himself comfortable and leaning back into the padded leather chair. “He was extremely, and I mean extremely pleased with how everything went.”

“Oh, that’s good to hear,” I said, feeling yet another wave of relief. “I had hoped, but things got a bit mental Friday night, and I didn’t have a chance to talk to them before they left on Saturday.”

“Arthur said you worked very hard to give them a great Vegas experience. In fact, he said they’d like to do it again after the initial equipment is installed. If all goes as planned, they’ll be using us to upgrade the next round of facilities.”

“That’s brilliant,” I said, forcing myself to seem happy and upbeat. I truly was happy to hear the good news, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about a repeat performance in Vegas. I’d intended it to be a onetime gig.

“Nichole,” Mr. Schultz said, hitting me with his heavy, penetrating gaze, “Is there something you want to tell me?”

I sighed, and after a moment, stuck out my tongue and repeated my Vegas experience for the second time of the day. It came out much more concise and easily this time, having had the chance to organize my thoughts with Rafe earlier, and apart from the piercings in my tongue, I didn’t show him the others like I had with Rafe.

Unlike Rafe’s reaction, Mr. Schultz was expressionless and unreadable. I had thought to keep the whole thing to myself and not tell my employer, but with my body still healing, I didn’t want to take the chance of injury. It didn’t take much to aggravate any of the tender flesh around the piercings.

When I’d completed the debriefing, Mr. Schultz was silent for a long minute. Finally, he said, “I’m disappointed in your choice to take the ecstasy. I think you might have avoided the… ‘unpleasantness’ had your mind been clear. But, those types of situations are, well, fluid, I guess I’d say.” Mr. Schultz paused, causing me to look up and meet his eyes, “Let’s see them?” he said, gesturing with his hand toward my chest.

I don’t know why I felt suddenly apprehensive. This man had touched my most intimate parts. But I felt my heat race as I began again to unbutton my blouse. I opened the blouse only enough to show the nipple piercings, but when I began to button it back up, Mr. Schultz made a throaty noise that made me stop.

Looking up, Mr. Schultz held out his open hand to me, and gave me a ‘come-here’ gesture with his fingers. I wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted, but I took a chance and removed my blouse. With my breasts completely exposed, I handed him the article of clothing. I’d guessed correctly.

Next, I removed my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Wearing no knickers, it was easy for me to reveal the clitty piercing. This was the piercing that was causing me more grief than the rest combined. I wasn’t sure whether to scream in agony or cry in defeat as the small piece of jewelry seemed to constantly be setting on my nerve endings on edge. Using the desensitizing cream Kelsey had given me helped take the edge off, but it only lasted for a short time.

Mr. Schultz gave me an appraising look, his eyes fixed first on my breasts for several minutes, and then on my pussy. “Stand and walk around the room,” he directed, complete certainty in his voice that I’d comply with his command… which I did.

I strode to the window first, keeping my back to him as I gazed over the cityscape. Then I turned around and walked the perimeter of the office while he watched me closely. Despite wanting to hold on to my ice demeanor, I felt it begin to slip as the clit ring teased my sensitive with every step.

“I understand you got them under less-than-ideal-circumstances, but surprisingly, if I’m being completely honest, I think I approve.”

“Sir?” I said in surprise.

“They look good on you… I’d like you to leave them in.”

“But Mr. Schultz,” I said, my mind working hard to find the words. “Tongue piercings are hardly professional. And these,” I paused, pointing to my nipples, “show through almost all my clothes. That’s not exactly the message I want to project to potential clients.”

Mr. Schultz listened, but I could tell from his expression that he wasn’t convinced as he said, “Listen, Nichole. I may make certain demands of you, but ultimately it’s your body and your choice. Your concern about being professional is warranted, but seeing them for myself, I think the reaction will be overwhelmingly positive. Just please don’t come in next week covered in ink.”

I felt stunned as I sat in the chair, the leather pressed against my bare skin. Looking down at the nipple rings, I let myself consider keeping them for a time. If they were smaller rings it wouldn’t be such a difficult thing to consider. But they were thick, and made my nipples seem twice their size. I was already horribly insecure about the size of my nipples, and the rings only exacerbated the feelings.

“Now, I’ve got something else to discuss with you,” Mr. Schultz said while my mind whirred. “Catherine and I have been doing a lot of talking this weekend, and we’ve got some ideas we’re going to implement.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I simply nodded.

“First,” he said, holding up a finger, “it looks like the demand for female entertainment is going to exceed our meager supply, but I’m not exactly comfortable with the thought of getting into the business. And I think it would distract us from focusing on the things we do well. So, Catherine and I talked about using an escort service when needed—basically subcontracting or outsourcing that service.

“I know times have changed, but from what I can see, you still have a lot of people like Harrison, or especially Arthur, that purposefully want to mix business and pleasure. In Arthur’s case, he’d probably have a hard time affording a weekend if Vegas, but if he can find a way to wrap it up as part of a business expense, he’d be willing to pay a premium so that he could get something out of it personally. And if we don’t provide it, someone else will. We need to have a great product, and customer service that’s willing to give them what they’re looking for. Would you agree?

“I would,” was all I felt like saying.

“Catherine has used Emilia on a couple of occasions in the past, and I understand you had a lot of exposure to them during the trip. I’d like your opinion.”

“You want to know what I think of Emilia and her girls?” I asked, getting only a nod for confirmation. Out of habit, I bit my lower lip between my teeth as I collected my thoughts. What did Mr. Schultz mean that he understood that I had-a-lot-of-exposure-to-them? Did he know I basically ‘was’ one of them?

“They’re all strikingly beautiful,” I started, thinking of what might be one of the more important factors when thinking of what one may want out of an escort service, “and they all seemed very professional. I only had time to get to know one of the women, but I got a good impression from the group in general. Emilia especially is very proficient, competent, and protective of her girls. It surprised me how much respect her girls have for her—she’s something of a surrogate mum to them I think.”

“I couldn’t say for certain, but I would think that’s a rare type of relationship in that industry, especially in Las Vegas,” Mr. Schultz said, sitting up in his chair.

“I would probably agree.”

“Alright then,” he said, sounding like he’d come to a decision. “We’ll discuss the specifics later today and come to a decision. Let’s move on to the next topic. With business doing as well as it is, I’ve got less and less time to get involved to such granularity. I realized this weekend that Special Projects has been a great project for me to be involved with, but I need to step back a little so that I’m not neglecting the company as a whole. To that end, I’ve appointed Catherine to be the VP over Special Projects going forward.”

Mr. Schultz stopped, giving me a moment to comprehend the change.

“Then I’ll be reporting to Catherine,” I said, unsure how I felt about that.

“Yes, she’s basically been a one-man-show until you and Rafe began, so I’m confident she’ll do well. But if you ever feel a need to talk to me, know that my door’s always open,” Mr. Schultz said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees to where he could look me directly in the eyes. “I know you’ll do a great job for Catherine, but I have one additional change that you’re needed for.” He then got to his feet and walked to the side of my chair.

I pressed my teeth into my lower lip from the intensity I felt coming from my boss. Using a finger, her pushed a locket of my hair behind my ear. Despite frequenting the hair salon with some regularity, it had been a while since I’d had any of the length cut, so my hair fell to below my breasts, obscuring them in a dark curtain. Mr. Schultz gently moved my hair to behind my shoulders, exposing my breasts and hardening nipples.

“I will be doing some traveling in the next months,” he began again, “mostly quick overnight trips. But I’d like for you to accompany me on those trips. I need an assistant with your capabilities.”

Mr. Schultz hadn’t asked me. He had told me. That alone should have bothered me, but for some reason I couldn’t understand, I found that I liked when he told me what he wanted. I found myself nodding before I’d really stopped to consider it.

“Good girl,” Mr. Schultz said in that low voice that seemed to touch some nerve deep within me. “One last thing. I would be very happy if you and your husband would come to my house for dinner tomorrow night. I’ve got an interesting proposal for Ky if he’s interested.”

I saw Mr. Schultz nod as I looked up at him, but he seemed to be focused on my breasts. I knew he was more than likely looking at the new rings, but I couldn’t help but wish I had Kelsey’s breasts for him to look at. I gritted my teeth together at the thought, frustrated that my mind seemed to go there with increasing frequency. My natural body should have been enough. But I couldn’t help myself from thinking about Mr. Schultz’ reaction if I were sitting there with breasts that were several cup sizes larger.

“I think it’s best if you take a few days to let those piercings continue to heal before putting them to use. Even then, I understand it can take some months for them to fully heal. You’ll need to be very careful to care for them.”

“Of course, sir,” I said, startling myself how easy I had just accepted the idea to keep the piercings.

“But I am curious how that tongue is going to feel on my cock,” my boss said, running his fingers across my necklace.

“You have a proposal for Ky?” I asked, feeling an intense heat welling up between my thighs. My voice cracked high, betraying my growing desire.

“It’s a small thing. The Harrison’s will be back in town in a few weeks and want to take their yacht out on a dinner cruise in the harbor for a group of selected guests. They asked about you,” Mr. Schultz said, looking very satisfied with my reaction. “I assured them you’d be available, but there’s also a need for an assistant behind the bar. They want to make sure it’s someone ‘trustworthy’ as I’m sure you can imagine why. I told them I might be able to help them with that.”

“And you’re thinking Ky might be interested?”

“Would he be?” Mr. Schultz asked, laying his palm over my throat but keeping his touch gentle. “It would give him the opportunity to see his wife at work, watch her apply her skills.” The older man’s hand squeezed, applying enough pressure to make sure I knew that he was in control, but not enough to frighten me.

“That sounds like an interesting proposal,” I said, feeling a wave of dizziness.

“Good,” Mr. Schultz said, removing his hand. “Tomorrow at Seven then.” He then handed me my blouse. “Catherine is waiting to speak with you in your office.”

-_-

The company provided work truck was nice because it was basically free transportation, but it wasn’t made for comfort, I thought as I made my way North on the Five heading to LA. Even the radio was a simple AM/FM model with no aux port or Bluetooth, so I was listening to FM radio, something I hadn’t done in years.

I was surprised to find Frank and Heidi were still on KLOS, but apparently I’d missed that they let Frosty go recently and the morning radio show wasn’t nearly as good as I remembered it. The only constant in life is change, isn’t that how the saying went? I knew from my own personality traits that I could be very resistant to change, and I wondered if that was what was bothering me most about the changes I’d been feeling in my marriage.

There were large parts of our new marriage dynamic that I absolutely loved, but the few things I didn’t were eating away at me quickly. Things had felt a little off for the last couple of weeks, but it was this last week that was causing me the most angst—and not the good kind. While I felt most of the blame lay at Nichole’s feet, I knew that wasn’t fair, I wasn’t exactly clean either.

Nichole was still trying to figure out how to walk this tightrope as much as I was. It felt like an impossible dichotomy to manage; fuck other men but still love and be married to me, tease me about enjoying larger cocks without completely ruining my self-esteem, prefer other men to me sexually but still remain intimately close to me. It was a constant balancing act that took work, and the difficulty in successfully finding that sweet spot was a nearly insurmountable hurdle. But when we did get it right, god was it exquisite.

I felt myself getting hard remembering Sunday morning as I tried to get Nichole to markup the whiteboard on the refrigerator with an updated tally. She looked half embarrassed, and half filled with lust as she tried to count in her head all the different people who she’d fucked. Needless to say, the whiteboard has a lot more marks than it did just a few days before.

One thought that continuously came back to me was something that my dad had always taught me, and that was, you become what you most put your thoughts and energy into. Nichole was putting a lot of her time and energy into the escort part of her job... Sure, we’d justified it by saying it was only a part of the new position, and that the business experience she would gain would still be important and valuable. But looking at it now, it seemed that the majority of Nichole’s time was spent ‘entertaining’ clients.

It was no longer a game, I thought for the thousandth time. Nichole had already changed in so many ways. She was never shy, but she was now so much more confident in her body, in accepting the sensual side of her nature. There were definitely two sides to her personality, and it was interesting to see how those two sides reconciled with each other.

The way she dressed now, I thought to myself. I had imagined that she’d dress more risqué, wearing more provocative outfits to work and around the house. But while her wardrobe had been significantly upgraded, she still dressed in a semi-conservative fashion. Anyone seeing her for the first time would see a stylishly-dressed businesswoman. They wouldn’t know that under those clothes, was a woman who frequently fucked around on her husband.

And now that she had those piercings, it only added to that effect. On the outside, Nichole looked like any other business professional in the world, but just under the surface lie a slut who had bedded a shocking number of men over the last month. It all felt like so much change so quickly, that I was constantly out of my comfort zone.

I turned the radio down as the commercials began to play when my phone rang. Putting in my earbuds, I answered, “Ky here.”

“Hey baby,” Nichole’s voice sounded on the other end of the line.

“Hey back,” I said, happy to hear her voice. “Everything alright at work?”

“I hope so. A couple of big changes I’ll tell you about later.” A long pause. “I wanted to call to tell you I’m sorry. I was a bit of a bitch with you yesterday. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks for saying that,” I said, feeling as if those few words were like a balm to my heart. “I could tell there was something bothering you. You tried to look happy, but I could tell.”

“Sometimes I hate that you can read me so well. It’s not fair,” she said, letting out what sounded like a frustrated sigh. “You’re right that there’s more I need to talk to you about, but I really did need a little more time to work through some of it. Are you coming home tonight?”

Looking ahead and seeing nothing but miles of bumper-to-bumper traffic, I thought about the time it would take me to get back to San Diego after work. At least the nightshift work was temporarily on hold, but still, it would take me hours to get home. I hadn’t planned on going home. I’d even said as much to Nichole yesterday. But she’d been so lost in her own thoughts that she must not have heard.

“Sure,” I finally said. “It’ll be late, but I’ll be there.”

-_-

Once dressed back in my frumpy business attire, I left Mr. Schultz office and walked slowly back to my own. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Catherine now being my functional manager. I’d reached a certain level of comfort being able to communicate so directly with Mr. Schultz, and I wasn’t sure how that might change. To be fair, I thought, Catherine had always been more-or-less fair with me, although, up to now, she’d been mostly hands-off with anything related to my area and my clients.

As I entered my office, I found Catherine sitting in my chair behind my desk. That was something Mr. Schultz had never done. She had moved the folders and notes I kept to the side and had setup her laptop as if she owned the space. Was it a power move on her part, or did she feel that because she occupied this office in the past, it was hers to use as she pleased?

“Miss. Ryan, please have a seat,” Catherine said, her voice sounded cheerful, all soft and gentle on the surface, but wrapped around a ball of steel underneath. I wondered why she had called me Miss Ryan, and not the usual Mrs. Ryan. She knew I was married.

I sat in the chair on the visitor side of the desk, keeping my folders and handbag in my lap. Catherine didn’t speak as I thought she might. She simply stared at me for a long moment with a self-satisfied grin on her smug face. I felt my eyes widen as a memory pieced itself back together in my mind.

“You were there. In Vegas, you were there,” I said, feeling my papers almost slip from my lap in my surprise. “I wasn’t certain, but you were there. I remember now.”

Catherine’s grin grew in satisfaction, giving her an almost feral look. “I wasn’t sure if you would remember us being there or not,” she said, turning her laptop around to show me the screen.

For a moment I thought I was watching online porn, but I quickly realized the video was of me. The volume was turned down low enough that I had to strain to hear, but there was no denying the fact that I was the star of the video. I was lying on a sofa, taking one cock in my pussy and another in my mouth. The image changed, and for the next thirty seconds, I took in the collage of different angles, all showing me with different men, acting like a porn star.

“How scurrilous,” I managed to say dryly as the video ended, trying to keep my emotions contained. The truth was that my heart was in my throat, and I felt an increasing sense of panic.

The corner of Catherin’s mouth tightened momentarily, “Quite,” she finally said, giving only a trace of a sarcastic guffaw.

“Why are you showing me this?” I asked, proud of how calm I was able to maintain my voice. I knew what I’d done in Vegas, and apparently Catherine knew what I’d done, too. The fact that she had a video was concerning, but I didn’t want to appear panicked.

“As you’ve already spoken with Morgan, I assume he told you about the management changes,” Catherine said, avoiding my question.

“Yes,” I said simply, crossing my legs at the ankles.

With a simple nod, Catherine went on, “When Morgan first proposed to bring you on board, I didn’t give you much thought. This Special Projects thing has always been his pet project more than mine. Frankly, I thought he’d just keep you for himself and things would march on as always. But then you go out and land this Strasbourg deal. I saw the financials on the deal for the first time a couple of weeks ago, and I’ll admit, they are very positive…”

I sat still and simply listened, focusing on Catherine’s features in hopes of gleaming something she was not telling me. She was difficult to discern, and I didn’t know her well enough to know if I could trust her or not, but she made my guard go up and I always felt defensive around her.

“…but I think we’ve been missing the bigger picture. If we can capitalize while the iron is hot, I think we’re just scratching the surface on what could be some tremendous new business verticals. I spoke at length to Arthur at the party, and he’s more than willing to help us network into the broader European market—perhaps even into the UK.” Catherine leaned forward, resting her elbows on my desk. “Imagine my surprise when I learned that you had never even approached him about possible referrals.”

I sat back in my chair, thinking of a response. I hadn’t asked, but my understanding was that we couldn’t take on anymore backlog. “I was planning on it,” I said in my defense. “I know Mr. Schultz wanted to make sure we could complete their order before taking on—”

Catherine raised a hand and waved it at me dismissively, “—Increasing the plant’s thruput isn’t a problem you need to be concerned about. I want you focused on business development only. Is that clear?”

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. “Yes,” I said, sounding meeker than I wanted. I wanted to push back on what she’d said, but I felt I lacked the seniority to make a difference. And it was obvious Catherine’s mind was already made up.”

“Good,” she said, leaning back again into the chair. “Now, I’ve reviewed your client list. It’s clear to me that Morgan hasn’t been making the best use of your time, so one of the first things I need to do is refocus you on where your talents are most useful.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, feeling more and more uncomfortable as the conversation went on.

“Meaning I saw you in action Friday night, and I’ve got to say, I was impressed. You had those guys eating out of the palm of your hand,” she said with an impressed smile.

I felt my face warm, and I was sure from Catherine’s expression that my skin was coloring up nicely. “Things got a bit yampy,” I muttered.

“Don’t be embarrassed Nicky, own it! You were great. You and that oriental gal put on quite a show.”

“Listen,” I said, pushing my embarrassment down the best I could. “Last week was something of a one-off. If you’re implying that my main focus is related to only putting out for clients. I’m not comfortable with that. I’m more than—”

“—More than a whore?” Catherine jumped in and finished for me. “Trust me, I know. But you’re able to provide what most others here can’t. I don’t want your time spent on presentations, manufacturing issues, testing & commissioning—we have people that do all of that. What we need you focused on is solely customer relationships. As you saw last week, the actual business part that gets done is only a small part of the overall picture.

“The Strasbourg Group is a perfect example. You had a group of guys that wanted a Vegas experience more than anything else. The money spent on upgrading medical equipment was the last thing on their minds. Their minds weren’t on the presentation of Friday. They were already thinking about what they were going to do in Vegas.”

“And your point?” I said, my tone blunt.

Catherine rolled her eyes at me. She then leaned back and crossed her legs, resting her hands on her knee, “My point is that a number of our customers are looking for more than medical equipment, so I want you focused on business development and customer relationships. The work you did to plan the Vegas trip and show Arthur, Andre, and whoever those other two guys’ were, a good time was well done. You don’t even need to be the one to fuck the guys if you don’t want to. That’s why I want to include Emilia’s services.

“I’m here to help you, but I want you to be the primary point person when it comes to event planning and relationship building. I’ve got a Contact’s List full of people like Finley that can help, but I need someone to oversee it.”

“That sounds… possible,” I said, thinking it through, “but I’m not comfortable with procuring sex.”

“You were okay fucking them,” Catherine said sarcastically. “Get off your moral high horse already. If we don’t provide it, they’ll simply find it elsewhere. This way everyone gets paid and everyone’s happy.”

“Perhaps,” I said, intentionally being vague.

“Of course, in the short term, you’ll need to continue to do what needs to be done,” Catherine said, wagging a brow at me.

I squinted my eyes and pressed my lips together, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, Emilia is shorthanded just like everyone else right now. She doesn’t have enough girls to do business. She’s recruiting more help, but that takes time because she’s very particular. So, in the interim, I told Finley to let her know that she could count on you a couple of nights a week. Apparently you impressed her, too.”

“Excuse me!” I said, sitting straight up in my chair. “What do you mean she could count on me?”

If Catherine was startled by my outburst, she didn’t show it. “Like last week,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ll be in Vegas a couple of nights a week to fill in until she’s able to replace you.”

“Catherine,” I cried in a harsh whisper. “There’s a big difference between doing customer relation work for Global Medial and being one of Emilia’s girls. That’s flat out prostitution.” I felt indignant and didn’t try to worry about regulating my tone. “I’ll admit that I went a bit mental last week, but that’s not who I am.”

Catherine didn’t respond right way, simply letting the silence stretch as she studied me. Finally, she touched the top of her laptop. “I’ve got a couple of hours of video that begs to differ. You are a little slut through and through, you just keep lying to yourself to assuage whatever self-inflicted guilt you’re feeling.”

“I made some bad decisions last week,” I admitted, feeling humiliated as I saw my figure on the screen, lying on a bed with three men around me.

“So, make a few more bad decisions and get through this. Emilia thinks it’ll only be about two or three months before she won’t need you anymore—maybe less. Do that and you’ll make all your commissions, and no one will have to see this video.”

“What do you mean? Are you blackmailing me?” I said in shock.

Catherine again rolled her eyes at me, “God, such drama Nicky. It’s only a few months of work: you’ll have some fun doing it, you’ll make some good money, and then we’ll have her services in the future, so you don’t have to keep spreading your legs if you don’t want to. A few months of sacrifice and everyone’s happy. Someday, when you’re enjoying the view from your beach house, you’ll look back on this be glad you did it.”

“I doubt that,” I muttered more to myself. Catherine had avoided my accusation of blackmail, but the insinuation was obvious.

“I promise it’ll all work out,” Catherine said, a satisfied look settling over her features. “By the way, how are the piercings feeling today?”

“How did you know about those?” I said, self-consciously covering my breasts with my forearm. I thought I’d done a good job at sounding like my old self, but there were still some words that sounded off.

“Wow, you really don’t remember?” Catherine said, her eyes widening. “I was there when you said you wanted to do it. I knew you were tripping on something, but I didn’t realize how under the influence you were.”

“Oh god,” I moaned. “I actually wanted them?”

“Well, it was Andre’s idea, but you warmed up to it quickly. It took Finley a few calls, but that’s just how good he is. He made it happen even though it was like One in the morning.”

“Andre did this to me?” I asked, searching my shreds of memory for the name.

Catherine’s eyes went up to the ceiling like she couldn’t believe what she’d heard, “Nicky, it might have been his idea, but you were the one that said you’d do it if Arthur had his cock pierced.”

“I did? He did?” I said, my eyes widening.

Catherine laughed, “Yeah, it was quite the spectacle, and Andre certainly thought it was a good idea. I think that’s what ultimately pushed Arthur to do it. He’d do anything to make Andre happy.”

“Bloody hell,” I sighed, “I don’t remember any of that.”

“You and your girlfriend looked pretty bombed,” Catherine said, her tone teasing to the point of patronizing. “You might want to avoid any recreational substances in the future, you’re a bit of a lightweight.”

-_-

I’d barely had time to change the sheets and make the bed when I heard the front door open. Bloody hell that was close, I thought, straightening my hair the best I could and pulling down my blouse. Wade had stopped by because I hadn’t been returning his calls. I hadn’t intended to meet up with him so soon, much less fuck him. But when I answered the door, he simply picked me up and carried me upstairs. That had been almost two hours ago.

“Nichole,” I heard Ky’s voice from downstairs.

“Coming,” I said, taking a small dollop of the desensitizing cream and rubbing it gently around my vagina. I felt the immediate relief as the cream extinguished the fire burning between my thighs. Wade had been as shocked as anyone when he saw the piercings. In fact, he seemed more upset about them than my own husband, at least until he had his cock in my mouth, then he suddenly was more approving.

“Hey,” he said, brightening up as I came downstairs.

He was taking off his muddy boots to not track it inside. He looked tired and worn out, but genuinely happy to see me. I felt a stab of guilt that I’d just been fucking my boyfriend for the last couple of hours while he had been sitting in traffic.

“Hey back,” I said, embracing him when he stood.

“How’s the tongue feeling?” he asked, his eyes dropping to my mouth.

“Better. The swelling’s way down, but eating is still really weird.”

“Up for a kiss?” Ky said hopefully.

“Definitely,” I said, feeling a real smile pull at my lips.

Ky wasted no time as he pressed his lips against mine. I melted into the kiss and his arms as he held me. God, it had been too long. Other men had taken their pleasure from me, pressed their cocks into my mouth, pussy, and arse. But none of them made me feel the completeness, the love that Ky did.

I deepened the kiss and felt Ky’s tongue experimentally pushing against the piercings. Something about the feel seemed to set him off because the kiss became much more passionate. The next thing I knew, my top was coming off, and then my drab colored yoga pants. It only took a moment before Ky’s own clothes were on the floor, and because I’d never put the chastity cage back on him, I felt his warm dick pressing against my tummy as he moved me to the sofa.

I would have rather been in bed, being taken on a sofa was starting to trigger the inner slut in me, and at the moment I wanted to be a wife. Ky thrust his hips forward, pushing me into the back cushion.

“Be gentle when you put it in,” I gasped as I pulled out of the kiss.

Suddenly Ky jerked and then stopped. It was like someone had hit him with a tazer and then turned off his power switch. “Fuck!”

“What, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to look down at Ky’s penis.

“Ugh,” he moaned and then laughed miserably. “Sorry, looks like I jumped the starting pistol.”

“You came already?” I asked in surprise.

Ky turned to his side, a stream of cum hanging from his dick. His dick was still semi-hard though. “I think I can go again; I just need a minute. Sorry to ruin the mood.”

“I’ll help,” I said quickly, turning myself around so that I could suck on his dick. We hadn’t had sex in ages, and I wanted to give him the pleasure he deserved.

I popped his dick in my mouth, easily taking him all and pressing my nose to his belly. I was surprised to see some definition in his abs, progress from his exercise regime. I felt the shaft of his dick against my tongue, pressing the piercings down as I increased the suction.

“Oh my god,” Ky gasped, as I ran my tongue along his shat. “That’s fucking incredible.”

My husband’s reaction made me want to smile in satisfaction. I tasted his cum, but I also tasted something else which took my brain a moment to register. When I felt a tingling around my lips, I realized that Ky’s dick had been covered in the desensitizing cream I had used before I’d come downstairs. I was suck a dirty slut, I thought as I realized I was filled with both Wade’s and my husband’s cum.

I applied everything I’d learned about pleasuring a man’s cock as I pulled my lips back from the base of Ky’s cock. Giving a blowjob to a bloke with a smaller dick was different than doing it on a larger one. Obviously I couldn’t use my hands as much, but then I had to be careful how much pressure I applied to the head of the dick. I’d come to learn that guys with smaller dicks usually had a lot more sensitivity than guys with larger ones, and if I wasn’t careful, it would be too intense for them.

“Holy shit, Nichole,” Ky sighed as I sucked. “I mean holy fucking shit.”

I had him hard again in no time, and I found pleasure in being able to do it so quickly.

“Nichole,” he warned, tapping my temple. “Unless you want a mouthful, you better stop.”

I pulled Ky’s hand down and held it as I met his eyes. It was an extremely submissive feeling to lock eyes with someone when their dick is in your mouth, but with Ky, it felt more intimate than submissive. His features twisted into a grimace as he began to cum again. I gently stroked his balls as I felt his dick shutter against my lips. Tasing his cum, I felt a renewed sense of connection. With other men, I never enjoyed the taste of their cum, but in the heat of the moment, I found the act enjoyable. With Ky, however, it was different. His taste was familiar and welcome.

When I was sure he was done, I released his dick and sat back onto my heels. “I needed that,” I said, smacking my lips.

“My wife’s become a fucking sexual goddess,” Ky panted, leaning against the back of the couch. “That was amazing.”

“So, you approve?” I asked, sticking out my tongue.

“Hell yes I approve,” Ky said, his cock giving a small, residual twitch.

It brought a smile to my face to see Ky looking so content, so I felt a strong temptation not to confess what I needed to tell him. But I’d been less than forthcoming lately, so I steeled myself and said, “Ky, Wade was here before you got home. We had sex.”

My brief moment of happiness wilted at seeing Ky’s face fall. “Oh,” was all he said, instantly sitting up and reaching down to the floor to pick up his briefs.

“Ky, wait,” I said, reaching out to take hold of his arm. “I’m sorry—ugh, I’ve been apologizing a lot lately—but I’m sorry, please don’t go.” Ky relented and sat back. “He just showed up. I didn’t invite him.”

“Look,” Ky said, his tone not the warm loving one I’d heard only moments ago. “It’s fine.”

“No it’s not!” I said, moving to straddle his lap before he could get off the sofa. “I’ve been horribly neglectful to you lately, and I’d intended to make it right. I should have sent him away, but I’ve been neglecting him lately, too. And well, I gave in. I’m sorry.”

Ky didn’t speak, just looked up at me with those sad eyes. It hit me all the more that I’d been very selfish.

“You’ve been amazing, Ky,” I began, taking his hand into mine. “You’ve been very conscious about my pleasure, giving everything to me. But regretfully, I haven’t done the same. I haven’t been as mindful.” I pulled Ky’s hand to my chest, as if that would somehow convince him how sincere I felt. “I’ve been a complete slut, neglected you, and have been very focused on my own pleasure.”

Ky nodded but didn’t speak.

“This all started because you wanted to see me with a man with a larger cock,” I began again, “but I haven’t done very well at including you in the experience, and I’m sorry for that. I want to make some changes so I can give you what you need. I’m feeling separation between us, and I don’t like it.”

Ky let a long moment pass before he spoke. “We both knew there would be bumps in the road. I suppose this is just one of those bumps. We’re you able to work out what you needed to then?”

I gave this kind of mixed shrug and nod in response, “I found some clarity, but I’m still working through a few things.”

“Like?”

“Like the chastity play for one,” I said as Ky reached up and caressed my right breasts. “I know you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did, so I want to make some changes.”

“I’m listening,” Ky said, his thumb and forefinger grasping my nipple.

“Careful,” I said in a hurried whisper.

“I am.”

I held my breath for a moment in anticipation, but true to his word, Ky was very gentle as he examined the dark ring hanging from my nipple.

“I still think some denial play would be fun, but maybe only for like a day or two before I’m with a lover. I want it to heighten the fun for you, not be an endless frustration.”

“I can probably live with that,” Ky said agreeably. “But what if something like last week happens again. What if you have lovers almost every day?”

“Those from work aren’t lovers, that’s just work,” I said, dismissing those that were work related. “I’m mainly thinking of someone like Wade, Marcus, or someone like that.”

“Alright,” Ky said, moving his hand and then his eyes to my navel. He then pulled my hair around over the front of my shoulder and twisted into a loose coil. It nearly reached my belly button. “Was there something else?”

Biting my lip, I nodded, “It’s something I worked out when I was riding to work this morning, but it’s a bit difficult to explain,” I said, recalling my thoughts. “It has to do with the size of your dick.” I saw Ky shift uncomfortably, so I let his hand go and planted my palms on his chest. “Hear me out,” I said, forcing him to meet my gaze. “I know your penis is on the smaller side, but it’s my husband’s penis, and I love it. You don’t have to be gigantic to get me off—you know that spot that gives me an orgasm every time.”

“But I don’t give you nearly as intense orgasms as those other guys.”

“No, that’s true, but this isn’t about that exactly. I see you get a charge when I tease you about having a smaller penis, but I want to be clear that I’m not humiliating you. I want you to understand that I don’t think you’re penis is useless and doesn’t get me off because it does. If I tease you about having a smaller cock than one of my lovers, it’s only that, it’s only teasing. You have to understand that I know you have a small dick, but I’m still choosing you over any other guy in the world because I love you. Savvy?”

Ky chuckled, “Savvy,” he said in response. “That actually makes me feel kind of good.”

“Good, because I married you for you, not for your penis. I love you, Ky, and I’m sorry I’ve been so neglectful lately. I can’t promise that things will be perfect going forward, but I’ll really try not to make the same mistakes twice.”

“I can’t ask for more,” Ky said, looking up at me with a smile that made my heart clinch. It was the kind of smile that made let me know we were one again. “I don’t want to change the subject if you had more to say, but I’m curious about work. You said some big changes were coming.”

“That’s an understatement. Mr. Schultz put Catherine in charge of Special Projects, and I can tell she already has a very different approach on how she wants to go after work.”

“Oh, will it be a problem? Because you know you’re not married to that company. You can walk away this minute if you need.”

I nodded, but didn’t speak, thinking of where to begin the conversation. “I’m a bit cold, and I imagine you’re feeling a little peckish. Let me put something on and I’ll prepare you something for supper. Then I’ll tell you the rest.”

[DarrenZ]

Geeez, Ky... your current output is making the rest of us look bad

[subtoall]

Geeez, Ky... your current output is making the rest of us look bad

Well, imagine if there were a solution to that dilemma, Darren...just sayin'!

Great chapter Ky. Especially as a follow up to the one before.

[mundyman]

Damn, the calm before the storm.
And I got a feeling it’s going to be a doozy!!
Great work Ky.
Sometimes you have to set the room up before you can have a party, and you are setting things up nicely!!
Corporate blackmail!!
I love it!!!!

[DarrenZ]

Geeez, Ky... your current output is making the rest of us look bad

Well, imagine if there were a solution to that dilemma, Darren...just sayin'!

Great chapter Ky. Especially as a follow up to the one before.

You have no idea how much I've actually been writing... just taking longer to get a chapter actually done. I'm feeling the pressure of pleasing fans I didn't before. Plus Ky writes stuff I want to read and I stupidly dug back into Xleg's "alpha" timeline... damn, that guy can write....

[mundyman]

2nd take:
A couple of things stick out as possible hints of things to come;
1)Nicole’s reaccuring obsession with the size of her breasts. As she works for Emilia she will will see that large breasts, pouty lips and full hips are what customers want, this is what will make her most attractive in the eyes of her Johns. The only question is does she go D or DD, 1500ccs or 2000ccs.
2)Mr.Schultz running a finger through her very long hair, and the mention of how dark it is, hints at a color and cut change. Perhaps a bob haircut, potentially platinum or very blonde, maybe jet black. Again as she continues to get pulled into the life of a concubine/whore, it’s the look that sells.
3)Again Mr. Schultz warning her to not come back inked up, leads one to believe that this is the next bridge to cross.

Catherine obviously has her sights set on diminishing Nicole’s stature within the organization. At this point there doesn’t appear to be any depth to which she will not sink. She facilitated her piercing, she hired out Nicole’s services to Emilia, she told Nicole not to worry about the business aspects of the business as there are other people to do that work, Catherine literally called Nicole a whore, oh and there is that small item of the hours of video Catherine can hold over Nicole’s head.

Nicole did not exactly fight back against Catherine, as Catherine hired her out to Emilia and Finley indicating her submissive nature and desire for the hot sex the profession provides. Honestly, Catherine told her it will “only” be a couple of nights a week! What!

Ultimately this is put the frog in the pot of cold water and then put the heat on to cook it. Nicole continues her slow slide into being a total sex worker and slut. It won’t be long until her reputation at work is nothing more than the company whore. Her previous work in developing accounts will be long forgotten as Catherine facilitates her entry into the sex industry. It will be only after it is too late that she will realize just how far into the rabbit hole she has fallen. I can’t wait!!

Nicole has an anchor in Ky. She returns somewhat to normal when she is around Ky. However, with Ky working out of town for a couple of months, and Nicole spending time in Vegas a couple of nights a week (I can’t wait to see what her cover story is to Ky), and possibly spending time in France with Andre all this time apart allows Nicole to totally spin out of control.

I can’t wait until Ky and Nicole get together after an extended time apart and Nicole is rocking her 2000cc breasts, plumped lips, and new hair style and color.

You rock Ky. Your stories are amazing.
Thank you for your time and efforts!!!!

[Bankshot1993]

There is something I love about the corporate whore theme that just gets my motor running. Read another story along the same theme before and it’s still one of my favourites. Loving the story so far Ky, can’t wait for the next instalment.

[mundyman]

There is something I love about the corporate whore theme that just gets my motor running. Read another story along the same theme before and it’s still one of my favourites. Loving the story so far Ky, can’t wait for the next instalment.

Agreed. Especially tie one where out heroine thinks she is in control but really isn’t.

[OOAA]

...and now Mr. Schultz pressing her and Catherine corporate blackmail....

...wise Ky though “Oh, will it be a problem? Because you know you’re not married to that company. You can walk away this minute if you need.”

[veub]

I really don't get how the videos are any tyoe of hold over her.
Releasing and even taking the videos would subject Catherine and the rest of the company to prosecution. Assuming she looks to be under the influence of drugs on the videos, everyone present and the company's offic could likely get charged with rape, along with federal and state sex trafficking.
Everyone at the company has to know what she's doing already.
Wade? Marcus? Maybe they'd be annoyed but wouldn't really care.
Her biggest concern might be that Ky would wind up pulling his cock off from masturbating watching them. And that wouldn't be a loss.

[Frenchie]

One more time brillent !

And the Pandora box isn't closed...

Génial !

[txrockdog]

Another great chapter Ky…way to turn up the screws on the anticipation of what is coming!

I was thinking about your stories here, as well as your tellings of your own real life adventures, and it hit me what is so different about your stories and your style of writing…you really capture the love that Nichole/Jaimee has for Ky so well. So many cuck themed stories have a cruel and almost dismissive cuckoldress involved, and it really turns me off. But when the wife is able to convey the humiliation that the cuck desires while still making it clear that they love them and can’t bear the thought of being without them, it just really hits the mark with me as a reader. That is why I so enjoyed the concept of “the game” with you and Jaimee, knowing that she could turn up the humiliation and such and you always had a way to let her know when it was too much.

Once again, well done Ky! And just know that you have ruined most other cuck themed stories for me now. I compare them to your writing and just find them lacking.

[coastalover]

by txrockdog » Tue Mar 15, 2022 1:11 pm
Another great chapter Ky…way to turn up the screws on the anticipation of what is coming!

I was thinking about your stories here, as well as your tellings of your own real life adventures, and it hit me what is so different about your stories and your style of writing…you really capture the love that Nichole/Jaimee has for Ky so well. So many cuck themed stories have a cruel and almost dismissive cuckoldress involved, and it really turns me off. But when the wife is able to convey the humiliation that the cuck desires while still making it clear that they love them and can’t bear the thought of being without them, it just really hits the mark with me as a reader. That is why I so enjoyed the concept of “the game” with you and Jaimee, knowing that she could turn up the humiliation and such and you always had a way to let her know when it was too much.

I agree totally.
I also compare all other stories to yours. I still think all your stories should be archived, especially your personal account. That pure love you two have for each other needs to be held up as the example for all.

[john jasson]

Hi Ky. I had several false starts reading your story since you began it, and for the silliest of reasons you’d never guess. I must have started chapter 1 about four times, and each time I fell over “beans and toast”. I mean, WTF, it’s “beans ON toast”. Crazy to think such a detail could put me right off. Of course, that was before the action got started! Anyway, on the latest attempt I got past it and I am now up to 54, so almost up to date.

Having known the highs and lows (mainly highs) of living with my own hotwife for decades, I appreciate your attention to the detailed emotions that we can face and how you portray them so deliciously with the written word. You have a great talent. I do love the way this is heading. I hope you can keep us guessing for many more chapters about if and how the "AND BACK" part of the title comes to pass. Actually, I think Nichole is far more interesting as a whore.

Thank you for your extremely erotic work. When I have read this up to date, I mean to search out your real life story which I am sure will be even hotter purely because of its authenticity. I appreciate quality fiction, but my real love is for the real stuff.

[Ky_Da]

Hi Ky. I had several false starts reading your story since you began it, and for the silliest of reasons you’d never guess. I must have started chapter 1 about four times, and each time I fell over “beans and toast”. I mean, WTF, it’s “beans ON toast”. Crazy to think such a detail could put me right off. Of course, that was before the action got started! Anyway, on the latest attempt I got past it and I am now up to 54, so almost up to date.

Having known the highs and lows (mainly highs) of living with my own hotwife for decades, I appreciate your attention to the detailed emotions that we can face and how you portray them so deliciously with the written word. You have a great talent. I do love the way this is heading. I hope you can keep us guessing for many more chapters about if and how the "AND BACK" part of the title comes to pass. Actually, I think Nichole is far more interesting as a whore.

Thank you for your extremely erotic work. When I have read this up to date, I mean to search out your real life story which I am sure will be even hotter purely because of its authenticity. I appreciate quality fiction, but my real love is for the real stuff.

That’s an interesting thing to get caught up on. I mean you’re right, it is beans on toast, but damn dude, that’s some extreme scrutiny there. Or maybe I just pissed off a bunch of Brits…

Thanks for reading along and taking time to comment.

[Ky_Da]

57

Not having a lot of time to prepare, Nichole warmed up some leftover bangers and mash that was in the refrigerator. The meal is a simple sausage served over a potatoes mash. I wasn’t sure if it was truly a good meal, or if I’d simply gotten used to it over the years because it was one of Nichole’s comfort meals I liked.

“So, Catherine…” I said after swallowing a bite, prompting my wife to being.

“Catherine,” Nichole said with a sigh, setting down my plate and sitting in the chair next to me. “She finally saw the financials on the Strasbourg deal, and she’s very motivated to leverage that now that we seem to have a foothold in that market. I don’t exactly know what that means for me, but one thing for certain is that things are about to get very busy.”

For the next few minutes, my wife told me about her day and filled in the details when I asked questions. I was content to eat and listen until she suddenly remembered something.

“I almost forgot,” Nichole said, shaking her head. “Mr. Schultz invited us to dinner tomorrow night at his house. Do you think you can make it back again? I know it’s a lot to ask since you’re working in LA, but he has something very, well, let’s just say he has an interesting proposal he wants to make.”

The thought of making the drive to LA and back, again, was less than appealing. But I could tell it was important to my wife. And the way that she talked about an ‘interesting’ proposal piqued my curiosity. “I’ll work something out, what’s the proposal?”

Nichole looked a touch anxious as she spoke, “Well, one of my clients, the Harrisons, are having a dinner cruise on their yacht in a few weeks—I don’t have a date yet—and they need a ‘trustworthy’ assistant to help work at the bar. Mr. Schultz thought that you might like to do it.”

“Really? I don’t know shit about working behind a bar. Why me?”

“Don’t be thick,” Nichole said, looking like she didn’t want to spell it out for me any further. When she saw that I wasn’t making the connection, she exhaled loudly and said, “I’ll be ‘working’ at the party, so you’d likely get to see, well, things.”

“Oh… OH!” I said, feeling my brow raise. “You’ll be working.”

Nichole nodded, again biting her lower lip.

“You look apprehensive about it, though,” I said, leaving the statement open.

Nichole gave me a small shrug, “Only because there’s a good chance that what you’ll see might be a bit shocking. I’ve learned these things can escalate unexpectedly.”

“So I’ll finally get to see my wife being very naughty?”

“You’ve seen me be naughty before,” Nichole said, still having difficulty sitting still. “But yes, probably.”

“I’m fucking there,” I said excitedly. “Count me in.”

Nichole nodded, “Alright. You might want to brush up on how to mix a few basic drinks, but you won’t be the one to do most of the mixing. I think mainly taking and carrying out orders.”

“How many people will be there?” I asked, feeling extremely excited at the thought of seeing my wife in action.

“I’m not sure,” Nichole answered, “Maybe we can ask at dinner tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” I agreed, finishing the last bite of my dinner. I was about to put my plate in the dishwasher when something about my wife’s demeanor grabbed my attention. “Is there something else you want to talk about? You look like you have ants in your pants.”

Nichole slowly nodded hesitantly. I could almost see the inner conflict cross her features as she seemed to war with what she wanted to share with me. Finally, giving a defeated sigh, she said, “It looks like I’ll have to go to Vegas for a couple of nights a week—it’s a long story, but basically…” Nichole then proceeded to tell me that Global Medical had underestimated the demand for sexual services for their potential clients, but Mr. Schultz was uncomfortable hiring more people like Catherine and her to provide them. He saw it as too much risk and liability for the company, and he didn’t really want to be involved any further in what could be seen as prostitution.

I had to admit, using an escort service made some sense to me. It was a fucking daring move on Global Medical part, or maybe it wasn’t, maybe a lot of companies did things like that. I know my own company had done a number of booze cruises for select personnel after winning a large job, and the sea stories that resulted were pretty incredible. So it wasn’t a stretch to think that a large company would have an escort service on retainer for when clients came looking for such services. A lot of companies did a lot of sketchy shit to do business and close a deals.

According to my wife, this particular escort service had been used by Morgan and Catherine on a couple of previous occasions, and Emilia’s Girls had proven to be very discreet and highly satisfactory. Hence, they were looking to make an agreement with the service so that Global Medical could expand their business development capabilities.

Nichole paused for a long moment, and I wasn’t sure if she was done or not, so I asked, “How does this effect you?”

“…Emilia says she is already shorthanded and can’t keep up with her current demand. She’s supposedly committed to finding and developing more talent, but she says it’ll take at least three months before she can begin to provide services for our company. It looks like we’ll have a lot more potential clients coming over from Europe. The Strasbourg Group is just the tip of the iceberg.” Nichole again paused.

I could tell she was shifting her tongue inside her mouth, playing with the new piercings in her tongue. It made me start to get hard, but I pushed to stay focused. “And…” I prompted again.

“…And , well… as part of Catherine’s reorganization, she wants me to eventually oversee all of Special Projects’ business development efforts. I would be over organizing events, parties, lunches, etcetera. And when escort services are needed, I would eventually be able to simply contact Emilia to provide them.” Once again Nichole paused, but this time I let the silence hang until she continued. “Catherine… she wants me in Vegas two nights a week to help supplement Emilia until she’s hired more escorts.”

I sat back in my chair feeling like all the blood drained from my body from what I thought my brain had heard, “By help,” I said, coughing to clear my voice, “you mean act as an escort?”

Nichole exhaled a heavy breath, “Let’s call it what it is, Ky. She want’s me to do sex work for a few months until Emilia can hire a few more hookers.”

“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling like the wind was knocked out of my lungs. “You’re okay with this?”

Nichole shrugged but looked relatively calm now that she’d spoken what she’d wanted to, “Other than working on the Strasbourg proposal with Rafe, escort work is basically all I’ve been doing. Let’s face it, it was probably headed this direction anyways.”

“But…” I interjected, closing my eyes a moment in concentration as I tried to put words to my jumbled thought, “this is what you want to do? You want to be a sex worker?”

“Honestly? I don’t know,” Nichole confessed, dropping her hands to the table. “A part of me does despite knowing it’s right out of order. It would only be for three months. Then I would be in France for about a month—we’re still negotiating the exact time needed—but then I’d be home, and everything would go back to normal. I think we should consider it. It would be a big step up in my career, and if I’m in charge of business development after that, I wouldn’t need to work as an escort anymore.”

“What about wanting to do the escort thing for a couple of years?” I asked.

“I don’t know, Ky… what do you want me to say? I don’t want to make permanent decisions right now. I want to see how things go for a while. Maybe make a decision after the summer’s over.”

“I guess I’m just surprised how much things have changed,” I said, feeling dazed. “When this all started, I had this notion that the having-sex-with-clients thing would be a small part of everything. But you’ve got to admit, it’s escalated a lot.” I took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. “Now you’ll be going to Vegas—working in Vegas… I’m not sure what to say. I feel a little flat-footed right now.”

“I know,” Nichole said, “my mind’s been running in circles since I met with Catherine.”

“You really want to do this?” I asked plainly.

It took Nichole a long time to respond, but when she did, I could see from the lustful look that passed over her features that she wanted to. “I think I do,” she finally said.

I nodded, swallowing a lump in my throat, “Holy fucking shit,” I mumbled softly, “this is going to take me a minute to process.”

“I understand. I’m still processing it.”

“You really want to do the Vegas thing? Wasn’t last week enough? I mean fuck, you got high, drunk, pierced, had unprotected sex with a lot of different people,” I laughed as I heard my words. “I guess to a lot of people that all sounds like a dream,” I said, running my hand through my hair. “But seriously, it scares the shit out of me babe.”

Nichole reached across the table and took my hand, squeezing it tightly in her own. “Believe me, I’m having a lot of the same thoughts and feelings. But… I think this is something I want to do—just for little while. If I do it, I promise I’ll never touch any drug again—of any kind, I’ll only have one drink a night at most, and of course no unprotected sex.”

I nodded, but I felt more conflicted than I’d ever been.

Later, when I was lying in bed, Nichole having fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, I thought about the events of the evening. It felt good to be able to stroke my dick again, especially with my wife right next to me. There was just something erotic about doing it while she was asleep next to me.

Nichole had been very open with me, and much more loving than I’d felt in a while, so I should have felt complete again. But something had happened that still caused my brain to whir with thoughts. When I’d penetrated my wife earlier on the couch, she hadn’t felt a thing. My dick was already in her when she’d said, ‘be careful when you put it in.’

Her words had struck me like a lightning bolt and made me cum almost instantly. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced and devastating at the same time. Had Nichole not said what she’d said after, I’m not sure I could have come back from it. At least not easily.

But my wife had said a lot after I’d prematurely ejaculated, and I had to be honest, what she’d said had touched me deeply. It hadn’t made everything alright again, but it had gone a long ways to make me feel that I hadn’t lost complete control yet.

And when she’d gone down on me and sucked my dick. Fuck me if that wasn’t the most intense thing I’d ever experienced. Nichole was becoming quite accomplished in the sexual craft. As I thought things through, what I was most upset about now that the dust was settling was the fact that she’d used drugs. She’d thought she’d only taken ecstasy, but I had my suspicions that she’d tried a lot more than that. I didn’t think she was lying to me about it, only that she was probably so impaired at the time she probably didn’t understand what she was doing. That’s why that shit is so dangerous.

I was going to have to be a lot more vigilant to make sure she stayed safe, but that was much easier said than done. I simply couldn’t be with her twenty-four-seven. But if we could figure it out… I was curious how her skills might develop over the next months… maybe years. And then the bomb she dropped on me about working in Vegas for a time. The thought of it terrified me, and yet was a tremendous sexual charge. My once prim and conventional wife was literally going to be a sex worker in Vegas.

Turning my head, I looked at the sleeping form of my wife. Her mouth was slightly open as she breathed rhythmically in her sleep. I couldn’t see any of the piercings under her nighty, but knowing they were there was enough to fuel my imagination. This beautiful woman who I was completely smitten with, had somehow become a corporate whore and working Vegas hooker. I knew I needed to put a stop to this before something severe happened, but I worried that if I was the one to put a stop to it, I would be denying Nichole of an experience she seemed to really want.

I had to admit that I wanted to live the experience with her, but I still felt that nagging trepidation in the back of my mind. But we’d managed to make it this far, surely we could go a little longer, I thought to myself. And as Nichole had said, after a few months, of working in Vegas, and then a trip to France in the summer, she’d get paid the big commissions and then wouldn’t need to be involved in the day-to-day sex work. What was five or six months when compared to the whole scheme of things?

With only a couple more pulls, my dick spasmed in my hand and shot my load onto the sock I had in my other hand. It had been a long time since I’d cum in a sock, I thought as I held my sock in place and tried to keep my cum contained. But the way I was feeling, I was going to need to do it again before I was going to be able to fall asleep.

-_-

“I can’t believe you wore jeans,” I said to my husband as walked up the pathway to the Schultz home. “You dress nicer than this to go to the office.”

“You said it was casual,” Ky said, looking down at his trousers. He took my hand in his. “At least they’re clean.”

I laughed as I shook my head, “I suppose I should be grateful for that.”

“At least I’m covered,” Ky said, looking down at me, his features filled with lust. I liked when he looked at me like that.

“I know. It’s what Mr. Schultz asked me to wear,” I agreed with him. A sudden fun thought popped into my head. “Do you think he’ll like it?” I asked, running my free hand over my breasts. I watched as angst and turmoil filled Ky’s features. A part of me felt bad for teasing him so but seeing his flared nostrils as he inhaled deeply let me know I’d pushed the right button.

Following Mr. Schultz’s instructions, I’d worn a red dress that left little to the imagination. It was a sleeveless, front cut, maxi length dress with the slit coming up well-above my thigh, revealing a generous portion of my waist. The chest was made of a lacy, almost see-through material. The outline of two nipple rings were clearly visible through the thin material of the dress. It was a scandalous dress, but I loved the way my husband was looking at me, and I was looking forward to seeing Mr. Schultz’s reaction. However, I did feel a sense of unease about what Mr. Schultz’s wife might think or say.

“Yes, I think he’ll like it,” Ky said. He looked to be raging with jealously, but the lustful look on his face began to ignite my own desire.

“Good, I like to please my lovers,” I said, unable to stop the words I knew would escalate his lust. “That way their cocks are extra hard.”

“Fuck Nichole,” Ky let out in a ragged whisper, “I’m going to have to sit down if you don’t quit.”

I loved seeing Ky so charged like this. I was mainly playing it up for his pleasure, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying it as well. “Thank you for letting me cheat on you.”

“Is that what’s going to happen tonight?” Ky asked as we stepped up to the front door.

“Honestly, the invitation was only for dinner. But I never know with Mr. Schultz. What happens usually isn’t what I’ve planned for.”

“Aright,” Ky said, straining to regain his composure.

“Although, there’s a good chance that one of us gets laid tonight.”

“Are you hoping for that?” Ky asked, his voice a whisper as we stood outside the door.

“Would you be alright if it did?” I asked, sidestepping his question.

Ky jerkily nodded his head but didn’t speak.

I squeezed Ky’s hand firmly. I felt the flutter of butterflies in my stomach, but it wasn’t so much nervousness for myself, but for what my husband might think if Mr. Schutz showed his more dominate side during the night.

We were greeted by Mrs. Schultz who was wearing a very conservative, floor-length gown of expensive looking blue silk. If my revealing dress gave her any pause, she made no show of it. Mr. Schulz entered from the far end of the room, beckoning us forward. He greeted us warmly and led us into a large kitchen.

The home had that old Southwest Spanish Mission feel to it with burnt orange and burgundy accent colors to the walls, several stained glass windows in the front room, and simple clean lines in the furniture, it had a warm, homey feel to it.

“Ky, are you a bourbon man?” Mr. Schultz asked as he made his way to the kitchen island where a tall, amber colored bottle sat.

Ky shrugged casually, “No, more of a drink-whatever’s-handed-to-me kind of guy.”

Mr. Schultz gave a sincere laugh and poured a generous amount into a glass. “A customer recently gifted me this bottle,” he said, holding up the bottle for inspection. “Twenty-seven year old Parker Heritage.” He read from the label and then poured the liquid into three other glasses. “I’ve never tried it myself, so I thought we might give it a taste together.”

Mr. Schultz handed us each a glass and then toasted, “To an enjoyably social evening without being forced to wear masks.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Ky said, clinking glasses with my boss. To my husband’s credit, he was never intimidated by men of means or power. Ky had worked to earn everything he’s achieved, never having anything given to him, so he had a certain resourcefulness and independence about him that I admired. Ky knew how to fix a car, build a house, or just figure out how things worked, things many wealthy individuals had no idea how to do.

I could tell from Claire’s reaction that she enjoyed the drink about as much as I did, which was to say, not at all. It was too sweat for my tastes. The alcohol bit at my tongue and throat, stinging the two piercings long after I’d swallowed the liquid.

“So, Ky,” Claire said, pushing her glass away without finishing her drink. “Tell us about yourself, are you from San Diego?”

For a moment part of me cringed, afraid my husband might do his Ron Burgundy impression and say, ‘It’s actually pronounced San Diago.’ Ky’s impression was actually dead on, but unless you’d seen the movie, no one was going to laugh. Luckily that didn’t happen.

Ky only nodded, “Yeah, born and raised, love it here. I probably wouldn’t have ever left SoCal if I hadn’t met Nichole.”

“Do you get to England often then?” Claire asked, looking to Ky first and then to me.

“Not as often as we should,” Ky answered, “especially lately.”

The conversation delved into Covid, and then moved on to local politics, the growing difficulty of living in and working in California, and a little bit into work and how much business had picked up lately. As we sat down for dinner, I was surprised how much of the conversation was carried by Mrs. Schultz. She was an extremely intelligent woman and simply oozed self-confidence. Mr. Schultz was quite content to let her be the host as he sat back and listened.

The small ring in my clit throbbed and pulsed in sync with my heart, making its presence known. With the table covering everything below my waist, I spread my legs enough to relieve the pressure and feel cool air around my pussy. While Claire and my husband talked, my mind wondered. I looked toward Mr. Schultz and wondered if I should tell him about my conversation with Catherine. Did he know about the video Catherine had in her possession? Had she shown it to him? Or was the video simply a way for her to encourage my cooperation?

I’d misjudged Catherine in thinking she was there to help me. The bitch had threatened my commissions and to expose the video footage. She hadn’t even tried to veil or insinuate the threat. She’d bluntly come straight out and said it. What a cunt. But at least I knew for certain what the woman was about, she wasn’t trying to do me in secret or stab me in the back at her convenience. Or maybe she was, I didn’t really know. I was going to have to watch my back around her.

The last thing I needed was for that tyrannical bitch to screw up what I’d been working for. I’d compromised too much of myself to end up with nothing. I’d held back some of the details from my meeting with Catherine from my husband because I was sure his reaction would have been strong. He would have demanded I quit my job right then and there. And I wasn’t ready to do that yet. I’d told him the truth when I’d said I wanted experience Vegas again. I couldn’t get those memories out of my head. My body still remembered and wanted to experience those carnal, hedonistic feelings again.

“I hope no one minds,” Claire said, setting down a tray of Mexican enchiladas. “We didn’t feel like anything fancy, and I have great enchilada recipe.”

I was more than a little surprised. I had expected some kind of posh-looking meal, but what was served was something you could find at any hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant.

“Oh that’s amazing,” Ky said, being the first one to take a bite. “I mean that’s really, really good.”

“I’m happy you like it,” Claire said, showing an almost motherly smile on her features. “It’s not too spicy then? Morgan likes a lot of spice, but that’s not always everyone’s taste.”

“It’s perfect for me,” Ky said with a laugh, “which means it’s probably a bit much for Nichole. She thinks ketchup is spicy.”

“I do not,” I shot back, sniffing as my nose began to run from the spice after only one bite of the food. Everyone at the table laughed at my expense.

The meal was lovely, but I only took and ate a small portion. My tongue felt like it was healing quickly, but spice of the food was reminding me not to push it, and my dress wasn’t exactly made to hide a large meal. I didn’t need my tummy poking out with a food baby for everyone to see.

As the meal felt like it was coming to an end, I heard Claire say to my husband, “Ky, I hear you love to scuba dive.”

Ky nodded nonchalantly as he wiped his mouth with his napkin. At least he didn’t use the back of his hand, I thought. He generally could use good table etiquette when the situation required, but I still always felt a bit nervous he might let out a belch or make an inappropriate joke. Sometimes he was as uncouth and crude as Wade.

“I get out when I can,” Ky answered, setting his napkin back on his lap.

“I came across a small business that makes adventure maps the other day, and one of the maps shows all the popular dive sites around San Diego,” Claire explained as she stood and removed the glass dish that contained dinner’s leftovers. “Can I show it to you? I’m curious to see which locations you might have dove, maybe make some recommendations.”

“You’re a diver?” Ky said in surprise.

“She is,” Mr. Schultz said before his wife could answer. “It might surprise you, but Claire here was a collegiate swimmer back in the day. She loves the water. We used to belong to a small dive club out of Laguna Beach, but since we moved down here, we don’t see them as often.”

“Me and a few of my friends from the club still get together on occasion,” Claire picked up again. “It’s my turn to pick out a location for this weekend, so I was hoping you might have a suggestion. You’re welcome to join if you’d like. It’s not an all-girls club.”

If I had claws they would have come out as I heard the open invitation to my husband, but I stifled the defensive emotion before it caused me to do something I’d regret. It had been a simple invitation to join a group of people for a dive, but it felt like I’d heard her invite him to fuck her on the beach. I was being stupid, and I knew it. But knowing it didn’t stop the spike of jealously I was suddenly feeling.

Ky looked to me, and I forced myself to say, “Sounds like fun.”

Ky smiled and chuckled so softly I think I was the only one to hear it. “I’d love to look at the map, but I’ll probably be working this weekend. Thanks for the invite, though. That was nice of you.”

I’d tried to mask my emotions, but the bloody git had seen right through me. Crossing my legs, I looked away from my husband’s teasing eyes. Claire cleared the table while my boss chatted with my husband. I sipped from my tall glass of ice water, enjoying the cold on my tongue and in my throat. I wished I could have poured out the water between my thighs, not so much from sexual desire—or maybe it was, it was difficult to tell—but from the constantly stimulated nerves that pulsed from my pussy.

With my legs pressed together again, the pulsing throb returned to my vagina. The bloody clit piercing was a constant source of distraction, but it seemed I was going to have to live with it for a few more days until my body adjusted.

-_-

I followed Claire’s lead into the living room off kitchen while Nichole and her boss remained at the dining room table. On the end of the couch, I saw a laminated map and a notebook. The map was very colorful and looked to be made for easy reference for anyone regardless of map reading ability. It was almost a novelty map of sorts.

I waited until Claire had taken her seat so I could keep a proper distance. Despite Claire being the one to invite me into the living room, I didn’t want Nichole to be worried something untoward would happen.

Handing me the map, Claire asked, “I’ve been to La Jolla Cove before, but that’s the only spot I know, and it’s always so busy. Any suggestions?”

I took the map and unfolded it so I could get a better look. It had an impressive number of dive sites, many of which I’d never heard about. “Wow, I’m going to have to buy one of these maps,” I said, looking for sites close to the Schultz home. “If you go up the beach a couple of miles, you can dive the Shores. It’s not as full of life as the Cove, but it’s really cool. You see, you enter the water in the public swimming area, but if you swim toward the pier on the North, you’ll drop into a canyon that’s always got cool things to see—I almost always see bat rays there. You just have to be careful not to go too deep because it drops off in hurry.”

“That sounds interesting,” Claire said, leaning toward me and looking at the map. She must have noticed my slight lean away from her because she looked up at me with a smile and then pulled back. “Don’t worry, Ky. I’m only interested in diving.”

“Er, yeah, alright,” I said, feeling completely tongue-tied. “I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise.”

Claire leaned back into the couch and glanced briefly toward our spouses at the dinner table, “Do you enjoy seeing Nichole with other men?” she asked me bluntly. “Or is it difficult for you?”

I didn’t respond right away—I couldn’t. It took my brain a good ten or fifteen seconds to come back from the sudden change in direction of the conversation. “Both, I suppose,” was all I could think to say.

“That’s the way I feel,” Claire said, a wistful look crossing her features. “Even after all these years, there’s still a part of me that wishes we were monogamous.”

“Why do you do it then?” I asked, hoping she understood my question.

Claire sighed and turned her gaze to me, “I’ve always had a very low sexual libido,” she confessed with a shrug. “When we were first married, I tried to give Morgan what he needed, but after a couple of years, I simply couldn’t do it anymore. I’m more than happy if I have sex once a month, but Morgan could do it once a day and still wish it were more. When I realized that I couldn’t give him what he needed, I figured we needed to make a change before he ended up cheating on me to fulfill his needs.”

Looking at Claire, I began to see Claire in a different light. “This is all very personal, Claire. Don’t feel obligated to give me an explanation.”

“I started the conversation,” Claire said, giving me a confident smile. “I had planned on speaking with you tonight about our spouses.” Claire paused, but when I didn’t speak, she continued, “I can tell that my Morgan has taken quite an interest in your wife, so I’m sure they’ll be spending significant amounts of time together. But something I want you to know about us, Ky. We have no interest in hurting your marriage—the opposite in fact. We want to make sure the two of you are well.”

“I appreciate that,” I said, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to expect tonight.”

“Were you thinking a sudden foursome might breakout?” she asked, a wry smile showing on her face.

I chuckled as I went through my thoughts leading up to the night, “After seeing how Nichole was dressed, I wasn’t sure. But we haven’t really felt like the swinging lifestyle was our thing. It’s more focused on Nichole and her needs.”

“Just like ours is more focused on Morgan and his needs,” Claire said, voicing her observation.

I nodded and shrugged, “I suppose so,” I said, thinking that I wasn’t doing this because of a low libido. But still, the results were the same.

“Ky,” Claire spoke, pulling my attention back to the present. “I want you to listen to me.” The older woman stopped speaking until she knew she had my attention. “Morgan and I have made it work for over twenty-five years now, so I know it can be done successfully. But as I’m sure you’ve already experienced, there are difficult times.”

“Yeah,” I sighed in agreement.

“Know that I’m always here to help if you need anything—don’t dismiss what I’m saying as a simple nicety,” she quickly added as she watched me carefully. “Not having a high libido is a curse and a blessing, but one thing it allows me to do is think clearly when others are letting their passions get the best of them.”

“That makes sense,” I had to admit.

“Sometimes, you have to reign in your passions in order to have love,” Claire said, looking at me with an intensity that wouldn’t let me look away. “There are times when you’ll need to be the bad guy and reign her passions in, as well as your own. It will be hard, and your spouse might not understand in the moment, but you have to be firm. I’ve lived through a few difficult times like this, so if the need arises and I can be of any help. Please call me.”

Claire took out her phone and shared her contact info with me. I couldn’t imagine the circumstances that would actually make me call her but appreciated her candor and openness. I looked toward our spouses again. They were engaged in what looked like a very serious conversation with Nichole speaking as she looked to be counting something off with her fingers. Nichole stopped and dropped her hands into her lap as her boss must have taken over the conversation. I watched as Nichole’s eyes dropped to the table, and then a moment later she nodded, looking very submissive as she did. That wasn’t a look I was accustomed to seeing on her, and it made my dick begin to twitch.

“Nichole hasn’t told me much about her relationship with your husband. I mean I know they’ve been together, but she hasn’t shared any details with me,” I told Claire as I continued to watch our spouses.

“I’m sure she will in time,” Claire said. “New relationships take time to develop.”

“It’s all still pretty new to us,” I said, unable to look away from my wife as she sat listening to whatever her boss was telling her. “I feel like we’re always flying by the seat of our pants.”

“That’s understandable. It becomes easier as you gain experience. I know Morgan hopes this can develop into something more long term. He’s not one that looks for one-night-stands or quick flings. His last relationship lasted almost ten years.”

Claire’s comment broke me out of my reverie, “Ten years,” I said in surprise. I’d been thinking of something much shorter term. I know Nichole had talked about doing this for a couple of years, but I hadn’t really let myself believe at the time that she was really serious.

“Yes, Valerie was a lovely woman,” Claire continued, “but she had to move back to the East coast last year to care for her parents.”

“And that was the last serious relationship your husband had, outside of marriage?”

Claire nodded, “Yes, and he was becoming unbearable until recently when he started spending time with your wife.”

I was about to ask more questions but stopped when I saw Morgan and my wife stand from the table. Fuck Nichole looked striking in that dress, I thought as they came to sit with us on the couch. I made to stand up and move to the adjacent couch so that we could sit with our spouses when I felt Claire’s hand grab me by the upper arm.

“Let’s all enjoy the evening,” she said as Morgan escorted my wife to the other couch.

Morgan sat down first and then guided Nichole to sit extremely close to his side, putting his arm around her as she sat. It didn’t take but a moment for my dick to begin to swell. Morgan was an older man but had that timeless rustic look. He looked like more weathered version of Mads Mikkelsen.

“Did you find a spot then?” Morgan asked, looking toward the map in my lap.

“I think so,” Claire answered, closing her notebook. “What were you two so animated about?”

Morgan smiled and kicked off his shoes. “I was telling Nichole about my idea to develop a standalone scanner for business to use to track employees’ health. There are a couple of apps businesses are using, and everyone’s taking temperatures with those cheap handheld thermometers. I think we could build a little kiosk that could be installed at the store entrance. That way people could be checked as they come in. Kind of a one stop shop to get your temperature taken, get photographic proof, have the employee answer a few health questions. Boom, your business is Covid compliant.”

“But Nichole feels differently?” Claire asked, looking to my wife.

Nichole didn’t exactly look nervous, but I could tell she was trying to gauge my reaction to see how I felt. I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping she would take my meaning.

“No, this pandemic will end someday, and then no one will use them. Plus, it’s another tool to pry into people’s personal lives.” Nichole spoke up, a frustrated look settling on her features. The couch was made for a taller, larger person, so her feet dangled in the air unable to touch the floor. She tried to move up to the edge of the couch, but Morgan’s arm held her in place.

My wife’s viewpoint surprised me a little. That’s not what she would have said when we first met. Maybe some of my Libertarian views had rubbed off on her. For the next hour, the conversation revolved around our frustrations with Covid and how badly it was dividing everyone along political lines.

Feeling like I couldn’t keep my eyes open much longer, I checked my watch. Morgan must have noticed because he said, “I understand you’ve already had a long day.”

Nodding, I said, “Yeah, had to be in LA by Seven this morning, and I have to do it again tomorrow.”

“Far be it for me to stop you if you need to leave, but if you have a little more time, I think I can make it worth your while.”

I shrugged with a nod, remembering Nichole had told me that her boss had a proposal he wanted to go over. “I’m good for a little longer,” I said, feeling my drowsiness fade as adrenaline began to circulate through me.

Morgan smiled at my response and looked briefly at my wife by his side. Looking back to me, he said, “Have you seen your wife’s submissive side?”

His question pulled me up short. I hadn’t expected it. “Er, no, not really,” I answered, looking to my wife. She was turning a serious shade of red and could barely meet my eyes.

“Would you like to?” Morgan asked, arching a brow at me.

I inhaled a shaky breath as I thought. I did want it, but this was the part that was the most difficult. Once clothes were off and actual sex was taking place, I seemed to be alright with it. But sitting there on the sofa with everyone looking at me, it was hard to take that first step. I looked at Nichole again. Her face was filled with lust, but also with a nervousness that I interpreted was due to me. She wanted this but was unsure about how I’d react.

“I would,” I finally said after an awkward silence—at least if felt awkward to me.

“Nichole,” Morgan said, turning his head to my wife. “I’d like to feel those piercings on my cock while I pitch a proposal to your husband—and lose the dress please.”

It was plain to see that Nichole was concerned about Claire’s reaction. She looked to Claire as if asking permission as she hesitantly shifted herself toward the front of the couch.

“I’d rather like to see that,” Claire said, her posture ridged, her hands folded in her lap.

I watched my wife’s reaction as she seemed to transform right in front of me. Gone was my demur and loving wife that I’d married, replaced by a sensuously confident yet submissive woman. She struggled to move to the front of the couch until her feet were on the floor, but once there, she moved with agile grace as she stood from the couch and removed the red gown.

She looked familiar yet strange, I thought as my eyes took in her form. Wearing Morgan’s black chain-link necklace, black rings through her nipples, the dark metal that gleamed from her navel all transformed her appearance from the woman I once knew into an exotic creature I wasn’t sure I knew at all. Nichole let the dress fall to the floor and then moved to kneel between Morgan’s spread legs.

Despite all of Nichole’s experiences with other men, I’d rarely been present to experience it, so I was extra excited to watch her now. I stole a glance at Claire who was still seated next to me, it didn’t appear that she shared my enthusiasm, or at least she was very good at concealing her emotions.

Nichole’s back was to me as she unfastened Morgan’s pants, but once she had his cock free, she turned her body slightly, giving me an unobstructed view of her profile and the cock that was now in her hands. Morgan was endowed with a cock any man would have been happy to have—though, he did have old guy balls. I don’t normally stare at a guy’s dick, but when my wife’s hands are around it, I was helpless to look anywhere else. The way Nichole looked; one would have thought she was holding onto a priceless treasure.

“So, Ky…” Morgan began as Nichole opened her mouth.

I watched as the head of the man’s cock entered her mouth, and I thought I saw a small tremor run through her as it happened. She’d certainly never had that reaction to sucking my dick.

“…We have some clients that are planning a dinner cruise on their yacht in the near future, and they’re looking for someone of confidence that can help work as staff—.” Morgan suddenly stopped speaking, exhaling with his eyes half lidded. I looked down to see that Nichole had taken his entire length into her mouth. The head of Morgan’s cock had to be in her throat. “Fuck,” Morgan sighed as Nichole moved her head back, glistening cock sliding past her lips.

Morgan cleared his throat with a cough as Nichole once again made his cock disappear into her mouth. “If you want, the job is yours,” Morgan said, letting some of his commanding presence slip. “I’m sure it pays alright, but I thought you might want to go more for the ‘entertainment’ of it.”

I nodded mutely as I watched my wife give her boss one of the most pornographic blowjobs I’d ever seen. Unlike the women you see in online porn, Nichole wasn’t acting like she was enjoying it. With her full lips stretched around the man’s girth, there was no doubt she was loving it.

“Yeah,” I mumbled distractedly, my eyes focused on my wife, “sure… sounds good.”

“Your wife is very beautiful,” Claire said to me as we all watched the lewd display. “I envy how she truly enjoys herself.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say to that. My brain wasn’t able to think of much more than keeping my heart pumping and my lungs breathing. For the next several minutes, Nichole licked, sucked, stroked, and basically adored her bosses cock. It was odd to be carrying on a casual conversation while my wife sucked another man’s cock. Several times she released Morgan’s cock with her mouth and used her hand to pump his shaft. Her wet lips looked inflamed with arousal.

Morgan grunted and leaned his head back. His hand was tightly clasping the back of Nichole’s head, but she made no movement to show distress. Nichole kept her mouth over Morgan’s cock long after he finished ejaculating his load into her mouth. I knew I was dripping precum all over myself inside my jeans, but I was thankful I hadn’t blown my wad.

Finally, Nichole sat back onto her heels and sighed. She then turned her face to me, opening her mouth to show me the cum collected over her tongue. I watched as she next closed her mouth and swallowed, giving me a wicked smile of pleasure.

“Ky,” Morgan said as Nichole rested her head on the inside of his thigh, “I’d like a couple of more hours with Nichole. If you’d indulge me and stay a little longer, Claire will show you something I think you’ll really enjoy.” Nichole’s head instantly came off Morgan’s thigh as she sat bolt-upright. “Trust me,” Morgan said, stroking Nichole’s hair with the back of his hand. “Your husband can tell you all about it after.”

“Ky,” Claire said, touching my upper arm. “I promise it’ll be fine. Let me show you something.”

Nichole and my eyes met at their proposal, and I eventually gave her a shrug. I was curious to see what Claire wanted to show me, and I knew without asking that Nichole wanted more time with her boss.

I didn’t speak as I stood up, but Claire seemed to understand my acceptance as she gestured for me to follow her toward the hallway.

-_-

“What do you have in mind with my husband?” I asked, looking up to meet Mr. Schultz eyes.

Being between the man’s legs gave me a strong sense of submission. It made me feel a comforting type of pleasure, which was something new, but I was finding that I liked it very much. It made me feel very protected, almost watched over.

Mr. Schultz had taken out his mobile and was scrolling, “I think Catherine’s pretty excited about her new role,” Mr. Schultz said, his eyes focused on his text messages as he ignored my question. “I think she’s already doubled the potential client list.”

“Brilliant,” I said without much enthusiasm. Luckily my boss was immersed in reading through his texts and didn’t notice my flat tone. I had just given the man the best blowjob I could, and he was acting as if nothing had happened.

“Yes, it is…” he said distractedly, “we may have to look into growing our manufacturing capabilities sooner than we thought. I’ll tell ya, I always wanted to get this business to take off like this, but I’d never imagined it could happen so quickly.”

“All very exciting,” I mumbled, wondering where Claire had gone off to with my husband. I didn’t want to think about work. I didn’t want to think about Catherine. I wanted to go to that rapturous place where my mind quieted and the adrenaline rushed like a hot Santa Ana wind.

Catherine had worked her leverage to push me back to Vegas for a time, but the carnal part of me found excitement in the thought of returning to the hedonistic playground. The first night had been an assault on the conscience at first, shocking me as nothing ever had before. But it had also been a buffet for the senses, exposing me to pleasures and sensations I’d never been capable of imagining.

If I was smarter and didn’t let myself get junked-up on mind-altering substances, I could avoid the dangers and pitfalls. Surely Kelsey could help me with that. I was already sexually charged from sucking my bosses cock, but thoughts of Vegas further fueled my desire.

“Apologies Nichole,” my boss said, giving me a knowing smile. He then tossed his mobile to the side. “Enough about business. Come on, I have something in mind I think you’ll like.”

I felt anxious as Mr. Schultz led me down a wide hallway. We passed several closed doors on the way to the end of the hall, arriving at the final door. Here my boss opened the door and stepped aside to let me pass.

Entering the room, I found the light switch and flipped it on. I wasn’t sure what I expected to see, but the room before me wasn’t it. A large four poster sleigh style bed was centered against the adjacent wall. A massive armoire was against the opposite wall, and a large wooden desk was in the corner of the room. All the furniture had a dark stain to it, or perhaps the wood was naturally dark. It reminded me of the mahogany wood Ky used to make his chess sets he often gave as Christmas gifts.

The dark furniture matched the dark wooden moldings that trimmed the doorway, matching even the wainscoting, crown, and baseboards. What little wall wasn’t covered in wood was painted in a lighter beige color. It wasn’t just masculine, it was ultramasculine.

“What do you think?” asked Mr. Schultz at my side.

“It feels like I’m in Noah’s Ark,” I said, admiring the high level of craftsmanship. “My husband would be amazed at the woodwork.”

Mr. Schultz chuckled, “Not your taste then?” He didn’t give time for me to answer. “It’s not Claire’s taste either, but we haven’t shared a bedroom in almost twenty years, so I’m free to decorate as I please.”

“Twenty years?” I said incredulously.

Mr. Schultz nodded, “I’ll generally spend some time in her room at the end of the day, but once it’s time for bed, I’ll come here. We each like having our own space.”

“I see,” I said, vowing to myself to never take such a direction in my own marriage.

I felt Mr. Schultz hands at my sides, embracing me from behind so that his forearms supported my breasts. As tall as he was, he must have been hunched over terribly, I thought as I placed my hands over his own. His mouth then touched the side of my neck, exactly in the spot that makes my whole body tingle. He sucked at the sensitive skin, biting me gently as he did.

“Will you trust me for an evening?” he said softly into my ear.

I nodded my willingness, and he went to the armoire. Pulling out a drawer, he removed a number of what looked like leather straps. My breath caught as I realized his intent, or at least what I imagined his intent to be. I’d never done much in the way of bondage play or BDSM in general. Ky had once used neckties to secure me to the bed, but he’d tied the material so loosely that I could have slipped out with the most minimal effort. And while I had been spanked on occasion, it had never been anything painful.

I had read the books and watched the Fifty Shades of Grey movies. I’d even fantasized myself in those stories. But I wasn’t at all sure that I wanted to do it. I felt my heart begin to pound fiercely against my chest, and I had to breathe through my mouth to get enough oxygen.

“Trust me,” Mr. Schultz said as he came back to me, holding something in his hand.

I didn’t resist when Mr. Schultz took my hand, but I remained watchful, ready to pull my hand back in an instant. My employer wrapped a cuff around my wrist. The restraint was made of a padded, soft black material on the inside, and a strong blue leather material on the outside. A heavy-duty belt like strap then wrapped around the cuff, securing it tightly to my wrist. Each wrist cuff had a metal ring about the diameter of my thumb secured to its side.

These were not loose fitting neckties, I thought, feeling the pressure against my wrist as Mr. Schultz tightened the belt straps. He did not pull them extremely tight, but I knew there would be no slipping out of them. He then proceeded to fasten a cuff to each one of my ankles.

“Mr. Schultz,” I said, my voice shaky with nerves. It felt like my heart was going to break out of my sternum it was beating so hard. “I’m not sure…” I stopped speaking; my words caught in my throat.

My employer finished securing the ankle cuffs and then stood in front of me. “Trust me, Nichole,” was all he said, but the way his words felt calmed me. I had become used to being nude in front of this man, but it still felt different now that my body was decorated with multiple piercings, and even more wearing restraints around my wrists and ankles.

Seeing Mr. Schultz unbuttoning his shirt, I shook myself back to the present. I wasn’t sure why it had started, but I felt a need to be the one to undress the person I was with. There was something very sensual in removing someone’s clothing.

My boss smiled as I took over and unbuttoned the remainder of the shirt. I then took my time to hang it properly in the closet. I did the same with his trousers as Mr. Schultz kicked off his briefs and sat against the edge of the bed. Going to him, I rubbed the tongue piercings against the roof of my mouth. It had only been about four days since the piercings, so they were still very fresh. But eating was significantly easier now, and as long as I was careful, they seemed to be fine.

I had sucked my husband’s dick, and that hadn’t caused any pain, so I was hopeful they would be fine as I got to my knees in front of my boss. Mr. Schultz’ cock was a perfect size, large enough to give you that satisfying fullness, but not so large that he jumbled around your insides. I didn’t need to worry about him going too deep and causing me pain.

I felt that familiar stirring in my vagina as I took his cock into my hand. I hadn’t always enjoyed pleasuring a man with my mouth. I’d never found it repulsive, but it didn’t give me a sexual charge. Somehow that had changed over the last months. Simply feeling the smooth texture of the skin in my hand filled me with satisfaction.

Opening my lips, I carefully took the head of his cock into my mouth for the second time, it pressed against the piercings. As I sucked, I felt a slight twinge in my tongue, a small irritation but far from painful. Hearing Mr. Schultz pleasurable sigh also filled me pleasure. I took more of his cock into my mouth, stretching my jaw open while still pressing down tightly with my lips.

Mr. Schultz cock reached the back of my throat and felt his member stiffening rapidly. For several languid minutes, I ran moved my head back and forth, running my tongue along the underside of his manhood. I heard several sharp intakes of breath as I worked, and I knew I was getting much the same result as I had with my husband.

The piercings worked well to give that added bit of pleasure to my lover. I very much liked that. I felt a deep satisfaction in making Mr. Schultz gasp as I worked. I would give him pleasure like he’d never felt, I thought with pride. In that moment, I let all my enmity go for things I’d always viewed to be sinful and wrong, and simply let myself enjoy the natural feelings that came to me as I engaged with this older man. I don’t know if it was the actual thought I had in that moment, or if it was everything over the last months that had led me to this point, but I felt euphoric high that was nearly as powerful as the ecstasy I’d taken the week before.

Mr. Schultz cock twitched and shuddered in my mouth, spewing another load of hot cum into my mouth. In my heightened frenzy, the cum tasted sweet and gratifying, and I wanted all of it.

“Fuck,” Mr. Schultz swore as I felt his thighs tremble against my breasts. “Fucking incredible.”

I made a show of enjoying his cum, swishing it around in my mouth for a moment before swallowing. My mind went to my husband in that moment. I’d always wanted to see him suck another man’s cock, but the git was as stubborn as they came when it came to anything he thought was gay. Having Ky join me as we both sucked Wade’s cock was one of my biggest fantasies. But it seemed it would always remain just that, a fantasy.

“Good girl,” sighed Mr. Schultz, guiding me to my feet. “Now let’s focus on you.”

“This isn’t about me,” I said. My tongue felt a bit swollen as I spoke. I was going to need to be more careful.

“It is this evening,” Mr. Schultz said, gesturing to the bed. “The safe word is Dr. Pepper, but I’m sure you won’t need it. I have no intention of brining you anything but the most exquisite orgasms. Still, if you feel a need, use the word and everything stops.”

“It sounds exciting,” I said, feeling a smile grow on my lips as I crawled onto the bed.

“I think it will be,” Mr. Schultz said, moving me to my tummy. “But even too much of a good thing can eventually become torture if you’re not careful.” At my puzzled look he added, “I think you’ll see what I mean shortly.”

Kneeling next to me, my employer took my right wrist and ankle into his hands and brought them together. It wasn’t uncomfortable, and after only a few seconds, I heard a light click of metal on metal. I shifted my head to the side and saw that he had fastened the rings on the wrist cuff and the ankle cuff together. He then proceeded to do the same to the other side, leaving me essentially semi hog-tied with my feet in the air behind me, my wrists and ankles fastened together.

Mr. Schultz then left for several minutes, leaving me alone to my thoughts. I was in an incredibly vulnerable position, I thought as I squirmed from side to side. I felt my anxiety begin to grow as my mind cultivated possibilities and images from horror movies. Luckily, my boss returned before my mind had a chance to lose the plot completely.

“Hmm, you are nice and ready,” Mr. Schultz said as he mounted the bed and inspected my pussy. I felt his finger gently run down my slit. I knew I was already very wet. “No need to prime the pump.” He chuckled, slipping in what felt like two fingers.

I involuntarily tried to straighten my legs, but that only pulled on my wrists and arms. I lifted my head into the air and tried to look behind me, but it didn’t take long for those muscles to fatigue and for me to drop my head back onto the bed.

“I’ve never found extreme bondage or dominant relationships attractive,” Mr. Schultz said, running a finger over the top of my rosebud. “But there are elements I enjoy. There’s something about making a woman orgasm over and over again that I can’t get enough of.”

I breathed slowly in and then out as a building pleasure grew between my thighs. Loads of orgasms didn’t sound so bad.

“Your piercings probably need more time to heal before they’re taken out for a test drive, so I’ve got something else in mind we both might enjoy.”

I next felt Mr. Schultz’ thumb press into my arse. It slipped in easily, but I felt myself clinch from the sudden intrusion. He worked his thumb in and out for several minutes while his other fingers continued their rhythmic stimulation. Then the sensations at my arse changed. Gone was his thumb, but a moment later I felt something wider, much wider.

My arse stretched and I had to make myself remain calm and relaxed. When it was at the point of becoming uncomfortable, the sensations again changed as the pressure lessened but didn’t go away completely. Feeling something pressing against my arse, I realized he’d inserted a butt plug.

“It was good getting to know your husband tonight,” Mr. Schultz said casually, continuing to probe me with his fingers.

“Uh-hmm,” was the approximate sound I made because he was pulling the butt plug out.

“You took the small size pretty easily, let’s upsize,” he said once the plug was removed. The bed jiggled under me, and then a moment later I felt a stronger pressure at my arse.

“Uhhh, fuck,” I moaned as it finally sunk home. I definitely felt that.

“Ky seems to be taking everything very well, but I wasn’t sure how he was going to react to my suggestion tonight.”

“What is Claire showing him,” I asked, my voice strained as I tried to talk with my bosses fingers in my pussy.

“I’ll let him tell you later. I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise,” Mr. Schultz said.

Suddenly I felt a powerful swat to my right arse cheek.

“Ah!” I cried out in surprise, pulling against my restraints. “Bloody hell.”

“Hmmm that’s going to redden up nicely,” Mr. Schultz said, rubbing the cheek of my arse with the palm of his hand. “You have lovely ass Miss Ryan. I do hope you don’t let your exercise routine slip as things get busier. It would be a shame to lose this shape.” His voice was filled with satisfaction, which strangely made me feel burst of pleasure.

I relaxed and exhaled through my nose. The burning sensation on my arse cheek seemed to transfer to my pussy, especially the piercing. I wanted to pull my legs together and touch myself, but in my position I could do nothing.

“Slap!” the sound of skin on skin echoed in the room, causing my eyes to go wide with surprise as I cried out.

“God!” the spanking to the other cheek had caught me so off guard that I heard the sound before I felt the sting.

“That’s better,” Mr. Schultz said, now rubbing both arse cheeks. “I hate it when things aren’t symmetrical.” Hearing me whimper, he asked, “Do you need to use the safe word?”

“No, but if you bloody do that again I will,” I said, feeling an intense adrenaline rush.

“Someone’s feeling feisty,” Mr. Schultz said. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Let me out of these restraints and I’ll show you feisty,” I said, pulling again at the binding cuffs.

“That’s not exactly motivation for me to take them off,” my boss replied evenly. I felt his fingers at my slit again. “Besides, your little cunt seems to like the treatment. You’re soaking.”

I couldn’t deny it. I knew I was. The two spankings somehow combined a potent mix of heat and lust that acted like an accelerant to my growing thirst. I squirmed as if I was lying on an anthill, but all I felt was need. Feeling Mr. Schultz fingers, I tried to shift myself backwards, hoping to have him enter me.

“Do you need something?” he asked.

I breathed in and out quickly through parted lips, trying once again to get the man’s fingers to penetrate me. Through my flailing, my hair covered my face. I tried to blow it out of my way as I cried, “Yes dammit.”

“Such language,” Mr. Schultz tsked, pulling my hair to the side and clearing my face. I then felt his hand against my scalp as he grabbed my hair by the roots and pulled my head back. The aggressive act wasn’t painful, but it left no doubt who was in charge. “Now, what does my little slut think she needs?”

“I need to orgasm,” I said in a strangled sounding voice. “I need a release sir.”

Mr. Schultz chuckled and eased his grip in my hair. “Oh, you’ll have plenty of those. Soon you’ll be begging me to stop them.”

With that, Mr. Schultz readjusted his position, spreading my knees apart and apparently making himself comfortable. I heard the bussing sound only a second before I felt the vibration touch my pleading pussy. My body went stiff as the new sensation stormed through me. Despite my increasing sexual experience, I’d rarely used a vibrator. When I was younger, I always found my fingers to be more than sufficient. And when I was married, I tried to find my satisfaction with my husband.

My legs reflexively but uselessly tried to squeeze together and straighten as the vibrator rapidly pushed me towards my release.

“AAAHHHhhhh yes,” I moaned into the soft mattress of the bed. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief at the blissfulness I felt, my body relaxing as if I’d just had an hour-long massage. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt, but it was enough to take the edge off and for all my stress to fade away.

“That’s a good start,” Mr. Schultz said, turning me over onto my back. With my wrists secured to my ankles, my arms stayed tight to my torso. My feet were planted on the bed next to my bum, my knees in the air.

I had expected my boss to give me a few minutes to recuperate, but as soon as he had turned me over, he touched the bulbous vibrator to my lower lips.

“Shite!” I nearly screamed, using all my strength to turn my body away from the little vibrating devil.

I was able to turn away just enough to break contact, but Mr. Schultz much heavier and stronger form easily pulled me back into position.

“For fuck stake!” I cried out when he had once again touched the vibrator to my overly sensitive lips. I redoubled my efforts to try and turn away. “I can’t take it.”

“You’re surprisingly strong for someone barely five feet tall,” Mr. Schultz laughed, pulling my leg back to put me once again in the position he wanted.

The vibrator was placed over my pussy once again, and I didn’t know whether I wanted to laugh or to cry. My body was already slicked with a sheen of sweat and I writhed under my bosses ministration. It took several minutes of near torture before the vibrations began to feel good again.

“I love how smooth the skin is around your cunt,” Mr. Schultz said, pulling me out of my lust-filled haze. Rachel’s laser treatments had been very effective, and I hadn’t needed to shave since. “I wasn’t intending to fuck you tonight but seeing how your pussy is just opening itself up to me, I don’t think I can resist any longer.”

Moving to kneel between my legs, Mr. Schultz turned off the vibrator and set it to the side. Restrained as I was, I could only lift my head and watch as my boss aligned himself with my entrance and penetrated me with one thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I sighed as I let my head fall back onto the bed. I didn’t need any more teasing. I needed a cock inside me. I felt my breasts undulate in rhythm with his thrusts.

I wanted to reach out and pull my lover in close to me. It was maddening being so completely under someone else’s control. With my arse already filled with a plug, my pussy was feeling extra full, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to reach another climax. What a slut I had become, I thought as my mind recalled the feelings and experiences of Vegas. I had been taken at will, used for other’s pleasure as they wanted, and I had loved it.

“Let’s add this back in,” I heard my boss say.

The next thing I knew, the vibrator had again come to life and was placed above my entrance. I was already close, so the added sensation instantly pushed me over the edge and full into my climax. I bucked upward as all the muscles in my body seized at once. If I’d ever had an orgasm more powerful, I couldn’t recall it. I panted like an out-of-shape jogger trying to run the Boston Marathon, but I still felt starved of oxygen.

“Bloody buggering fuck!” I mumbled almost incoherently.

Mr. Schultz inhaled and then let out a satisfying humming sound, “That’s it… that’s the sound I was craving to hear.” My boss appeared to be savoring the moment. He didn’t remove the vibrator completely, but he did ease off on the pressure. “Most women orgasm maybe once during love making, which is such a waste because you’re capable of so many more.”

Feeling his fingers touching my clit piercing, my eyes snapped open. I looked up, meeting my bosses gaze, panting heavily through my nose.

“Do you know the significance of the necklace I gave you?” Mr. Schultz asked, lifting the vibrator but keeping his cock planted inside me.

I made to touch the necklace until I was instantly reminded that my hands were tied to my ankles. “No,” I said, my voice strained. He had given me the necklace shortly after I’d begun working in Special Projects. It was very heavy for its size, with intricately carved chain links, and a small amulet on which was engraved a phoenix.

“I’ve always liked the idea of rebirth, shucking off the old and finding the new,” Mr. Schultz explained, “I’ve been thinking of doing some rebranding for the business, doing something to incorporate the phoenix as part of the logo.”

“Sounds interesting,” I said. It was an odd time to talk about business branding, I thought. But I was happy to have a moment without stimulation while I recovered.

“The world is transforming around us, Nichole. We have to make our own transformations, or we’ll cease to exist as a company,” Mr. Schultz explained.

“You’re referring to the speed of relevance?” I said, doing my best to look behind me at the man whose cock was still in my pussy.

“Of course, it’s especially important in a business like ours. That’s why I can’t be as involved with Special Projects as I’d like to be. If we don’t stay out in front with research and development, we’ll lose our edge. With you and Catherine taking care of the business development, I need to focus on the innovation side of what we do—why are you giving me that look?” Mr. Schultz said with a laugh.

I wiggled my hands and ankles in a display to remind the man that I was the one being restrained, “I don’t disagree with anything, this is just a strange place for a strategy meeting.”

Mr. Schultz’ laugh grew, “I suppose so, but this is my passion. I love to create and think of ways to build my business, and when you love what you do, there is no good time or bad time to think about something. You simply think about it all the time… but I don’t need you going dry on me, so I’ll shut up.”

With that, Mr. Schultz dropped the wand back onto my pussy and began to fuck me with a newfound intensity. “Let’s see how many orgasms we can coax from you, shall we?”

-_-

“I can see why Morgan is so taken with your wife,” Claire said to me as I watched the monitor on the office wall. She had changed out of her evening gown into loose-fitting sweatpants and sweater. The woman was more handsome than pretty. And wearing the more casual clothes gave her a frumpy-homely look, which I was happy with because she provided no distraction from the display I was watching on the monitor.

When Morgan and Claire had said they’d wanted to show-me-something, they’d meant have me watch a live show on a closed circuit television from Morgan’s home office. I now sat transfixed in Morgan’s highbacked executive office chair, watching my wife writhe in orgasm. I suddenly realized that my hand was rubbing my dick over my jeans. I pulled my hand away embarrassed as I realized Claire was watching me.

“Don’t be timid,” Claire said, her face unreadable. “I don’t intend to be.” Claire then slipped her hand down the waistband of the sweatpants as she began to touch herself.

I sat there indecisively for close to ten minutes before working up the courage to unfasten my belt and undo the fly of my pants, and even then, I only pushed my pants down far enough to be able to touch my dick. I was so hard it was beginning to hurt, and my balls were in need of release. If I didn’t cum soon, I was going to have a serious case of blue-balls.

Glancing at me, Claire watched me start to rub my dick and said, “Let me get you something to help you with that.”

With her gone, I pushed my jeans down a little farther and stroked my dick. I was so fucking close already. My sexual charge was so high that even when Claire came back into the room, I no longer felt any embarrassment.

“Here’s a towel,” Claire said as she approached. She startled me when she opened the towel and placed it over my jeans between my legs. I’d just expected her to hand it to me. She then handed me two small bottles. One was a moisturizing lotion, the other KY lubricant.

I felt my cheeks redden as I accepted the bottles, but that didn’t stop me from popping the top on the lotion and applying it to my dick. It only took me a few strokes to make myself cum, my dick ejaculation several loads onto the middle of the towel. The orgasm had felt amazing, but I wasn’t remotely sated.

A soft moan sounded next to me and caught my attention. I looked toward Claire, our eyes meeting for a long moment. Despite not speaking, it seemed we mutually understood each other’s needs in that moment. I saw her eyes go to my dick as she began to finger herself. I started to stroke my dick, and together we watched each other masturbate while listening to our spouses fuck.

The sexual tension in the office felt electric, but that energy wasn’t between us. It was simply that we understood each other’s needs. A sudden passionate cry from Nichole pulled my attention back to the monitor, and for several minutes I enjoyed the voyeuristic high of watching my wife.

I settled into the expensive office chair and stroked myself, content while Nichole and Morgan were together. It caught me off-guard when Claire pulled her chair next to mine. Without speaking, she lubricated her left hand and reached toward my dick. She then took my right hand and guided it to her pussy.

My first reaction was to pull away, but Claire’s touch was too enjoyable to stop. I rubbed my middle finger down her slit, and then let her guide me how she wanted to be touched. I wondered what Claire thought of my dick. Was she comparing me to her own husband? I was thankful that I was hard, because at least then I was closer to average size. It was when my penis was soft that it was most embarrassing.

Refocusing on the monitor, I watched as Morgan played with the butt plug in Nichole’s ass while he fucked her. I could tell that she was trying to kick her legs, but bound as she was, she only succeeded in expending useless energy. Her body glistened in perspiration, her hair starting to stick to her skin.

It didn’t take long for Claire’s ministrations to make me cum again. I looked down as I came for the second time, the amount less but still adding to the ropes on the towel. Cum dribbled over Claire’s fingers, but while she stopped stroking me, her hand remained around my dick.

For the next hour-and-a-half, we mutually masturbated each other. Claire made me cum two more times, the last one almost a painful feeling in the pit of my stomach. My balls were empty. I never did make Claire cum, but she seemed to enjoy the attempt. I finally waved Claire off and sat back into the chair feeling physically and mentally wrung out.

Nichole’s voice continued to cry out and I was now hearing it through the speaker as well as from down the hallway. Morgan was somehow giving her one orgasm after the other. He had only fucked her the one time, but he used his fingers and the vibrator to great effect. I lost count of how many orgasms she had. I didn’t know it was possible to have so many.

Nichole begged her boss to stop, but she never used the safe word. In the end, Morgan finally declared the night to be over, and released his willing captive from her wrist and ankle restraints. It had been an incredible display of sexual pleasure both given and taken. I knew the images of Nichole’s facial expressions while she was cumming would forever be seared into my brain.

Now that my passion was fading, I felt embarrassed at having my pants still around my ankles and my softened and abused dick exposed. I carefully folded the towel up, leaving a part of it loose to use and clean myself.

“Perhaps this is something we can do again?” Claire said, standing from her chair. “You’re more than welcome to stay the night if you’d like. Morgan will give you the room.”

“Err, thank you,” I said, pulling up my pants and then looking at the monitor. Nichole hadn’t stirred since Morgan had released her. “I’ll see what my wife wants to do.”