How Way Leads On To Way

[SutterKane]

Thank you for starting this story back up again, Ky! Your writing is the best and you have a real nack for it. I recommend you check out Don Jetman's work in the library. Your styles complement each other and are some of the best writing of Hotwife erotica around. It doesn't just grab you by the balls but by the mind as well!
Sutter

[SutterKane]

In these last days I have read all the chapters and I must say that I liked the story a lot, especially the main characters.

I am not commenting much on this forum since English is not my native language, but for this story I felt that I should make an exception and comment.

At the moment the part of the story that I liked the most was what happened between the couples of friends (Nick / Julie and Samantha / Quinton) where Nick fucks Samantha. I think all those "scenes" were very well written!

I must also say that the hottest scene, in my opinion, is when Quinton is awakened by Julie and Quinton hears his wife's moans (. I found that scene very powerful since it showed a tired husband and on the contrary a wife who was still fucking even when it was too late in the night. I hope that the relationship between these 2 couples continues because I find the relationship between the 4 friends extremely interesting.

To finish, I would just like to thank the author for such a good story!

Zerf, your English is excellent and you expressed yourself quite well! Please speak up more often.
Sutter

[Ky_Da]

In these last days I have read all the chapters and I must say that I liked the story a lot, especially the main characters.

I am not commenting much on this forum since English is not my native language, but for this story I felt that I should make an exception and comment.

At the moment the part of the story that I liked the most was what happened between the couples of friends (Nick / Julie and Samantha / Quinton) where Nick fucks Samantha. I think all those "scenes" were very well written!

I must also say that the hottest scene, in my opinion, is when Quinton is awakened by Julie and Quinton hears his wife's moans (. I found that scene very powerful since it showed a tired husband and on the contrary a wife who was still fucking even when it was too late in the night. I hope that the relationship between these 2 couples continues because I find the relationship between the 4 friends extremely interesting.

To finish, I would just like to thank the author for such a good story!

Don’t worry about your English. Thank you for taking the time to comment and give some feedback. I do have more planned for the two couples, but that’s a little later in the story. Thanks again for taking the time to leave a message.

[Ky_Da]

Quinton,

Nothing in life is ever as good or as bad as you think, I thought to myself as I sat on the couch in the front room by myself. Samantha working full time had been a godsend miracle financially. We were able to repair the roof, the air conditioner, and even make a trip to the UK for Christmas. Life was a lot less stressful when you can pay your bills. But of course, everything couldn’t be perfect. Samantha had taken a job at an add agency and was an instant success there. She now made more money than I did, which isn’t what bothered me. No, what was difficult to deal with is that she was home a lot less. Her job required a lot of long days, even spilling into the weekends with regular frequency. Our sex life had diminished greatly. In fact, tonight was supposed to be our night, and great sex was something we were both looking forward to. But when the time came, Average Joe (as my wife now constantly refers to my dick) decided that he wasn’t having any of it. No matter what I did, he wasn’t going to rise to the occasion.

I heard my wife’s footsteps descend the stairs and felt a stab of annoyance. I had waited until she’d fallen asleep before I’d come downstairs. I wanted a few minutes alone to think. I didn’t want to have this conversation right now.

“Can’t sleep?” Samantha asked as she entered the front room.

I shook my head but didn’t look at her, “No. My brain decided it wasn’t time to turn off yet I guess,” I replied truthfully.
Sam came to stand next to me and ran her fingers through my hair, “What is it, Quin? I feel like we’ve been very distant lately.”

I nodded at this, “Yeah, I’ve been feeling the same way,” I said. Samantha moved to sit next to me. She was wearing her usual conservative nightgown, a type of long sleep shirt that hung down to just above her knees.

“I’m sorry I’ve been working so much,” she apologized. “I know that’s part of the reason.”

I placed my hand on her thigh, “It’s fine, Sam. That’s the way it is with your first job. We’re all put through our paces and trying to prove ourselves. It won’t be that way forever.”

Samantha snorted derisively, “I’m not so sure about that,” she said, making me look up, “My boss, my coworkers, they’ve all been there for years now, but they still put in at least twelve hours a day. The way they carry on, it’s like they don’t have a life outside of work.”

“Sorry Sam, welcome to the modern American workforce,” I said with a slight sarcastic tone, “I wonder if working in the UK would be any different.”

Sam shrugged, “Probably not,” she said, “I was almost never home, but when I was, I don’t remember dad being around very often. More that he’d just pop in once in a while to say hello, and then he was off again,” Sam paused and looked up at me, the corner of her mouth rose in a crooked smile, “Why, do you want to move to the UK? Want to trade the warm sun for grey cloudy skies?”

“God no, I think I’d die of depression,” I said.

She chuckled lightly, “I know. We were barely there a fortnight and you were already going barmy on me.”

“What can I say, I was raised in the sun.”

A long silence settled between us. Sam finally broke it when she asked, “What else is on your mind, Quin? Are you angry with me?”

“What? No!” I answered quickly. “Not at all. I don’t know what my deal is lately.”

“Quin,” she said, and waited until I looked up at her before she continued, “Is it about the Braxton party, and the pool party?”

“About the parties?” I asked, slightly confused.”

“Don’t by coy. You know what I mean. Does this distance between us have anything to do with me having slept with Garrett, or what we did with Nick and Julie?” she asked, and suddenly she looked very vulnerable.

I vehemently shook my head, “No,” I said and moved myself closer to her, “Not like you’re thinking anyway. We made those decisions together and we had some interesting experiences.”

“You don’t resent me for it?” she asked bluntly.

“No—no, of course not.” I reassured her. “Actually,” I let out a heavy sigh, “thinking about those experiences is something I do almost every day.”

“Seriously?” she asked, her brow rose into her hairline, “That was almost a year ago, Quin. I know we’ve joked about it on occasion, but you still think about it? You’re still keen on the idea?”

“Every day… several times a day actually,” I confessed honestly. It felt good to get that off my chest.

Her eyes widened in surprise, “Several times a day, as in you wank off several times a day?” I nodded in the affirmative. “And you don’t reckon that’s the problem? You’re wanking off all day, so when it’s time to have actual sex, Average Joe’s too knackered.”

I felt embarrassed to talk about it, but deep down it felt good to tell her. “There’s probably some merit to that, yeah.”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that, right?” she said, slapping me on the shoulder and putting a few inches of distance between us. “This whole time I’ve been worried you thought I was now a dirty slag and weren’t attracted to me any longer. Do you know how that felt?”

“Of fuck Sam, I’m sorry. I never thought of you like that. The total opposite actually. I can’t get you out of my head. You are indescribably beautiful.” Her features seemed to soften as I spoke.

“Alright,” she began, “so you think of me as beautiful, but when you think of me, am I always with other men?”

I shrugged, “Not always, but usually yes,” I said, continuing my confession. I then closed my eyes, “I hope that doesn’t upset you. I know we’ve talked about this a little in the past, and I know I’m fucked up in the head about this, but I can’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Samantha sat still for a long moment, a pensive look on her face. “I’m not angry that you have those thoughts, but I don’t like that you have to wank off to them so often. Not when it affects our sex lives.”

“You’re right. I’ll stop,” I said.

“You’re bloody right you will, or I’ll buy one of those cages for Average Joe, and he won’t be free unless I let him out,” she threatened, and I suddenly had to adjust my boxer shorts. “Wait a second,” she gasped. “That turned you on, didn’t it?”

“Maybe,” I said, trying to turn my hips away from her.

She laughed and pulled my knees towards her, “You like the idea of Average Joe being in a cage,” she said and pulled the waistband of my shorts down until they were around my knees. Again, my dick was starting to harden. Samantha didn’t waist any time. She stood, removed her panties, and straddled my lap. She then reached back and guided my dick into her pussy. The warm flood that enveloped it felt incredible. She felt amazing. Once she bottomed out, she stopped. “Average Joe wants a cage, doesn’t he?”

“I think, well, maybe it’s just…” I sputtered.

“You can’t tell me otherwise. I can feel your answer inside me,” she said, slowly starting to rock her hips. “Let’s find out what other ideas, turn you on.” Samantha’s face was flush, and her breathing increased as she rode me up and down, but she kept her tempo painfully slow. Taking my face in her hands, she forced me to look into her eyes, “Tell me the truth, Quin. Do you want to see your wife act like a wanton slut again?”

I didn’t answer for a long minute, but the intensity of her gaze finally broke me. “Yes, I think I do.”

“Oh, I know you do,” she confirmed, “I felt you get harder inside of me—like you suddenly grew an inch.” She closed her eyes and I could tell she was concentrating on finding the right pressure and feeling, trying to find her orgasm. “We decided this could be a dangerous path, Quin. Are you sure you want this?”

I felt like a haze had settled into my brain, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. But I knew I wanted more of this feeling. I nodded my consent. Life since the Braxton party and the pool party had been bland and uneventful. Work was a monotonous trudge through mountains of paperwork. I wanted some excitement. I wanted what my friend Nick had. Only I’d appreciate it and not resent it as he did.

“I’ll text Garrett then,” she said, increasing her pace. I tried as hard as I could, but I couldn’t stop myself from coming. I fired my load inside her, and I could see a flash of frustration pass over her features. She hadn’t reached her own orgasm, which wasn’t unusual. I’d only been able to give her an orgasm through penetration on a few occasions. Once my dick had shrunk too far to where it wouldn’t stay in her pussy, Samantha stood up and went to the kitchen. I felt a stab of worry at the sudden exit, but before I could call out, she was returning, her phone in her hand. She pushed me onto my back and then climbed back on top of me, only this time positioning her sex directly over my mouth.

Her sleep shirt gown covered my eyes as I got to work pleasuring her with my tongue. It had been almost a year since I’d felt this level of excitement. Even the thought of me eating my own cum only increased the excitement.

“Good evening Garrett,” I heard my wife say. The muffled words barely audible with her thighs pressed against my ears. “No, no, work has been going very well thank you. I’m actually calling about that other thing… about the itch you offered to scratch should the need arise.”

I nearly couldn’t get enough air through my nose and I felt like I was near passing out, but I didn’t stop my work with my tongue. My wife was speaking on the phone with another man. She was opening the gate to a path that would forever change our lives.


Samantha,
To say I was nervous as walked into the airplane hangar at the runway would have been the understatement of the century. But seeing Garrett’s familiar smile put me at ease enough to at least lower the chance of having a premature stroke. I had followed my instructions to pack a small carryon and arrive at the private runway with my heart in my throat the entire time. I had kissed my husband as he left for work only an hour ago, and now here I was about to board small jet and go god knows where.

As soon as I stepped from my car a young man approached and took my luggage, while another man suddenly drove off in my car.

Garrett approached and held out his hand, “Glad you made it, Sam,” he said, his voice smooth and calming.

I took his hand and followed his lead toward the plane, “Where will we be going?” I asked, squinting my eyes under the bright sun.

“Costa Rica,” he said simply, letting go of my hand when we reached the stairs to enter the jet.

Garrett’s instructions had also included a note to bring my passport. I knew I had put it in my purse earlier in the morning, but I couldn’t help but check again, feeling better when I felt it with my fingertips. We were quickly seated, our chairs facing each other with a small table between us. I buckled the lap belt as the pilot approached. He looked to be about the same age as Garrett and carried himself with an easy confidence.

“Good morning Miss Brooks,” he greeted me with a slight bow. I caught Garrett rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“Really Jake?” You pick now to start acting like a professional?” Garrett asked with a sarcastic tone that made the Brit in me proud.

The pilot made a feigned protest and sighed. Looking at me he said, “I try, I try, I try. There’s just no pleasing some people.” He then turned toward Garrett, and asked, “We good to go then?”

Garrett nodded, “Wheels up whenever you’re ready.”

Their banter made me smile. I don’t exactly know what I was expecting, but it was nice to see the easy casualness the men shared. It felt more like they were old friends more than one man working for another. What next caught my attention was that the plane started moving almost immediately, and before I knew it, we were taking off and in the air. It felt odd not to have the ubiquitous safety briefing about how to wear a seatbelt and what to do in a water landing.

“How you feeling?” Garrett asked me, pulling my attention back.

“A little overwhelmed,” I admitted truthfully.

“Understandable. But let me try to put your mind at ease,” Garrett said, relaxing into his chair. “We have a lot to talk about during our flight, and then you’ll have some decisions to make when we land. I’m going to lay out my thoughts, and I’d like for you to give me yours, so when we land, you can make a final decision of if this is something you want to pursue. If it’s not, there won’t be any hard feelings. You can simply go home. No harm no foul. But, if you decide this is for you, then we’ll head down to coast and enjoy a couple of days. I’ll have you home on Wednesday as promised.”

I nodded and took a deep breath, “that seems more than fair.”

“Good,” Garrett’s smile returned. “But before we begin, I’ve been meaning to ask. How’s Quinton doing with all of this?”

“I suppose about as well as could be expected,” I said, “We’re both excited about the possibilities, but nervous at the same time because we don’t know where this will lead.”

“That’s understandable—and that’s why we’re going to have this conversation now. I know the saying goes, ‘nothing ventured nothing gained,’ but I need you two to come into this with eyes wide open. I need to be able to trust you as much as you’ll trust me.”

I listened carefully and felt my stomach unknot little by little as he spoke, “That all sounds very reasonable.”

Garrett nodded once and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. His eyes directly holding my gaze, “Where to begin,” he began, pursing his lips as he thought. “As I told you the first night we were together, I’m involved with an investment group called the MG Group. The investments we’ve made over the years do extremely well and require relatively low oversight, so that leaves me free to pursue other ventures that grab my interest. I basically just focus on the things I want to do.

“For example, I’ve got a few building projects in Costa Rica, a rice farm in Brazil, and some interest in a yacht manufacturing company to name a few. None of them are overly stressful, but are things that I find interesting and enjoy being involved with,” When Garrett saw that I was intent to listen, he leaned back into his chair and continued, “The other members of the MG Group are extremely close friends of mine. People that I completely trust. We look out for each other, protect each other’s interests, and truly enjoy each other’s company. If once I’ve explained everything, and you’re still interested, I’d like for you to come and work for our Group.”

“You’ve piqued my interest,” I said when Garrett paused for a moment, “But I’m not sure what I can bring to the table.”

“I’m going to be extremely blunt with you, Sam. Because while I’m thrilled at the possibilities, I really do need you to understand what my intentions are,” Garrett said, returning his elbows to his knees and leaning in towards me. “I’m not just looking for a personal assistant like what Julie is doing for Noah, I’m looking for an associate that can be a real asset to the Group. You’re young, ambitions, intelligent, beautiful, able to carry on a conversation, everything I could ask for. There are basically two sides to what I’m looking for. On the one hand, I’d want you to learn about the investments we’re involved with—know the projects intimately; even represent the Group occasionally. On the other, I’d need you to be willing to use your sexual assets.”

Despite knowing this was going to be part of the conversation, I still heard myself gasp. I covered my mouth quickly and shook my head, “That’s an interesting way of putting it,” I said.

Garrett nodded and shrugged, “Sorry, I don’t want to be crass, but I want to speak clearly at the same time. No games right now—just straight talk.”

“I’m interested to hear more,” I confessed, “But I have to ask. Why me? You could find a better educated and more experienced person that doesn’t need training to fill the position you’re looking for. And I’m sure you could hire dozens of supermodels that would be willing to… spread their sexual assets for you.”

Garrett chuckled and nodded again, “Probably—yeah, sure. You’re right. We could. And in the past, we did just that,” he ran his hand through his hair and looked slightly abashed, “Like I’ve told you before, I made some bad decisions in my youth. I did the threesome thing with models. Had beautiful girls hanging on me, doing anything I asked. And at the time I thought I was king of the world. I didn’t think life could be any better. But I eventually wised up. I realized that my life was a hollow shell. So, I started to work to build real, meaningful relationships. And that’s what brings us to now. I’d like you to work for me but understand that the work is as much business as it is personal.”

I slowly nodded, “How would this work?” I asked, “As much as you travel, would I work out of an office, or would I need to travel a lot?”

“We’ll need to work that out. My goal isn’t to disrupt your family life. In fact, I hope to make it better,” Garrett answered, “You would probably need to expect to travel a few days a week, but the rest of the time you could do your work from home. Occasionally, you’d need to do a longer business trip, but we’ll try to keep that to a minimum. And if it works out with your husband’s schedule, maybe he could join you.”

“That might work,” I said slowly, thinking about the possibilities.

“Let me make you an offer,” Garrett stated, waiting until my eyes looked back up to his, “I’ll pay you 160,000 as a starting salary, with bonuses for special project. You’ll have an expense account for clothes and travel, and four weeks off for personal time.”

I felt stunned at the amount and was speechless for a long minute. After some initial sputtering, I managed, “That’s very generous, Garrett. I’m grateful for the offer.”

“Do I sense a ‘but’ coming?” Garrett asked, a causal smile still on his features.

“I don’t… I would love to accept…,” I started.

“But…,” Garrett prompted.

“But I’m still not sure exactly what you want from me physically? Is it just sex? Is there more to it? Can I tell my husband everything, or are there secrets you’ll ask me to keep from him?”

“All good questions, and we’ll tackle them one at a time,” Garrett said. “I’m not going to lie. Sex is a big part of it. But please understand Sam, I’m interested in you for both your mind and your body. I hope that’s not offensive. I know it’s not exactly copacetic these days. But just like professional athletes, I believe one can make money developing and using one’s physical talents. Is Tom Brady exploited because he can throw a ball accurately?”

“Tom who?” I asked.

Garrett shook his head, “Sorry, I guess we’ll have to work on your football knowledge as well,” he laughed. “My point is only that while sex is part of it, I don’t want to feel exploited. I’m looking to hire all of you, not just a part of you.”

“And my husband?” I asked, “How would he fit into all of this?”

“To be honest, he’s part of the reason I’m making you this offer,” Garrett said, giving me yet another surprise, “From what I can tell, he’s the type of guy that enjoys his wife engaging with other men, am I right?”

I nodded but didn’t speak.

“I know the fantasy. I’ve been around the block and been to enough of Noah’s parties to understand. Actually, and I mean no offence when I tell you this, but I probably understand the kink better than the two of you do. We’ll all need to communicate well, but I think we can make this work so that we all get what we want. It’ll have some challenges to be sure, but I think we can navigate those waters.”

“I’m tempted to say yes,” I admitted, “It’s all just so mental when I stop and think about it. I mean look around,” I said, gesturing around the interior of the plane, “I’m in a private jet flying to Costa Rica—I never imagined living this kind of life.”

Garrett looked pensive for a moment, “Sam, there’s a whole world out there that very few people know about. There are men and companies and financial institutions that are above any law, not subject to any regulation, or accountable to any country. While I don’t participate in a lot of that world, if you come to work for me, you’re going to see things that will shock you, and you won’t be able to do anything about them. There are well financed drug cartels, oil rich dictators, and all kinds of types that do the worst things but are basically untouchable because of the money and power they have. I’m not telling you this to scare you, but you need to know everything going into it.”

“Thank you, Garrett,” I said, “I feel like you’ve been very transparent and open with me. I’m grateful—.”

“—If I can make a suggestion,” Garrett interrupted, “How about you stay the three days with me like we planned, and we’ll act as if you have accepted the job. You’ll be treated as if you worked for me—just like we’ve discussed. I’ll pay you for your time, and come Wednesday, you can give me your final answer… or do I need to fly you back home when we land?” he asked the last question hesitantly.

I took a long moment to think about my decision. I felt that carnal side of me pulling at me, like trying to desperately make me say yes. But I also felt the more sensible side trying to persuade me to decline and return to home. But I knew what home felt like right now. It was work, work and more work. Barely chipping away at our bills and trying to make just enough to get by. What Garrett was offering was life changing and exciting… and I wanted it.

“I’d like that,” I finally said. “But I need you to understand that my husband comes first, and I need to make sure my family is my priority.”

Garrett’s smile grew, “Of course. You only have to talk to me if something comes up or needs to change,” he held up his hand, forefinger extended, “Here’s an idea. I’ll ask you to call me Mr. Morgan in the normal day-to-day workflow, but if you ever need to speak more intimately about anything, just call me Garrett and I’ll know we need to discuss something. It’ll be like our safe word.”

“That sounds reasonable. Will I need a safe word?” I asked.

“You might,” Garrett admitted, a crooked smile grew on his lips, “But on a serious note, while there may be some fun sexual play involved, I’m not looking for a submissive limp barbie doll. I need you to feel empowered to speak your mind. I don’t want the snarky side in you to disappear, or you to be something you’re not. If we all give our all to each other, things work out pretty well.”

I nodded, “I’d like to accept your offer,” I said. Then, feeling a little adventurous, asked in as sultry voice as I could manage, “What can I do first for you, Mr. Morgan?”

Garrett’s smile grew, “I’ve got a good feeling about this,” he said before pulling a large binder from under the table, “The Group bought several large properties in Costa Rica a few years ago, and we’re getting close to being able to start subdividing them and selling off lots and even building some homes.” He stood and moved to a wide couch that was on the other side of the cabin and opened the binder, “This is a binder containing several proposals from real estate companies that want to sell. We’re meeting with their reps tomorrow, so let’s review their proposals,” he said, tapping the place on the couch next to him.

I unclipped my buckle and began to stand when he added, “This is fairly dry material to read, how about you remove your clothes to make it more enjoyable.”

My heart instantly began to pound in my chest, and I felt an almost dizzy sensation. With unstable fingers, I undid the top button on my blouse. An overwhelming feeling that I’d just crossed a line tore at me for several seconds, but the exited anxiousness building in my chest quickly drown out that feeling as I stepped toward Garrett Morgan.

[zerf]

interesting the direction of the story, I think I have not read anything similar.

If I understood correctly, basically Samantha will do the same thing Julie does but at a higher level. We'll see if Samantha keeps the phrase "my family is my prority" to the end.

Thanks for the new chapter Ky_Da!

[bradisalpha]

Expertly written...

Brad

[jrobb]

Nicely done. Welcome back to the site. It's good to see your writing again.

JR

[sabya167]

Wow, such a promising and ambitious turn and direction. That it was unfolded on a plane is symbolic to the heights you are taking this to. But only thing I felt that you might be rushing it a bit, as if you want to reach there fast, both for yourself and the readers, but, hey, thats ok really, no worries. I know you would live upto the scope and promise of this elevated level and zone of the events. Really got me hooked now. All the very best and Godspeed to you (means you type away with great speed).

[Ky_Da]

Wow, such a promising and ambitious turn and direction. That it was unfolded on a plane is symbolic to the heights you are taking this to. But only thing I felt that you might be rushing it a bit, as if you want to reach there fast, both for yourself and the readers, but, hey, thats ok really, no worries. I know you would live upto the scope and promise of this elevated level and zone of the events. Really got me hooked now. All the very best and Godspeed to you (means you type away with great speed).

That’s an astute comment on ‘rushing it’. I think you’ll find the next chapter very interesting. Part of the problem with releasing stories chapter at a time is that it potentially sends reader’s expectations in the wrong direction.

[Rammerjammer69]

I don’t think anything seems”rushed”
Absolutely loving this story and can’t wait for more

[sabya167]

Wow, such a promising and ambitious turn and direction. That it was unfolded on a plane is symbolic to the heights you are taking this to. But only thing I felt that you might be rushing it a bit, as if you want to reach there fast, both for yourself and the readers, but, hey, thats ok really, no worries. I know you would live upto the scope and promise of this elevated level and zone of the events. Really got me hooked now. All the very best and Godspeed to you (means you type away with great speed).

That’s an astute comment on ‘rushing it’. I think you’ll find the next chapter very interesting. Part of the problem with releasing stories chapter at a time is that it potentially sends reader’s expectations in the wrong direction.

There is a chemistry between you as a writer and me as a reader and I fell in love with your pen from your very first post in this forum. Let no observation or comments by me or anybody else affect or deter you from expressing yourself the way you do and never for a second doubt my addiction to your posts ky.

[Ky_Da]

Samantha,

With my clothes removed, I sat next to Garrett on the couch. He put his arm around me and began gently brushing circles around my nipple. With the binder opened on his lap, he flipped to the first proposal.

“Alright,” he began, “The first one is from Century 21, they opened up an office a couple years ago, but I don’t think they’ve struggled to find much success.”

“Their proposal is rubbish,” I commented.

“That’s a quick judgment. We haven’t even read it,” Garrett said, flipping the page.

“It’s obvious they didn’t put any time into it. They only took their standard cookie cutter template and popped in a few details about your project,” I pointed at a few of the pictures, “And these pictures are of children, and retired people, and young couples. I’m not a marketing professional, but anyone with a brain cell would know you shouldn’t take a one-size-fits-all approach. They’re all different demographics that should be approached thoughtfully, and with an end goal in mind.”

“Ugh,” Garrett moaned through closed lips, “I don’t think a woman’s ever said anything sexier to me.”

The comment made me giggle, and I felt him squeeze my hardening nipple. I also noticed that the outline of his cock through his trousers was growing more pronounced. I reached over and ran my finger over the top of it and was rewarded by a heavy sigh.

“What about this one,” Garrett asked, his voice heady and ruff. The affect I was having on this man was intoxicating, and it made me feel an energy and a power I’ve never experienced before. Here was a man who’d had it all at one time in his life, and yet I was able to make him feel like this.

I looked at the pages from the next proposal. “It’s loads better. It looks like they at least used local pictures of the country, but whoever wrote it needs to work on their grammar. I’d still say they fail though.”

“You’re a hard one to please,” Garrett said, turning the page.

I couldn’t resist and rested my hand on his cock, “I think you’re the hard one, Mr. Morgan.”

Garrett laughed, “Of that was cheesy as fuck, but damnit if it’s not working,” he said, his voice growing ever more strained. “That’s really start to hurt,” he gasped as he hurriedly undid his zipper and belt buckle.

I moved his hands aside and pulled out his lovely cock. It was so much larger than my husband’s. Seeing it in full daylight made it seem even that much larger. I couldn’t believe it had fit inside of me at one time. Remembering that night with Garrett sent a flood of warms to my pussy. Like a duck to water, my husband’s words suddenly came to mind as I felt the carnal side to me not only waking up but coming alive with a vengeance. This desire was a part of me, there was no denying that. The harder I tried to bottle it in, the harder it worked to escape. I stroked his cock gently up and then back down, enjoying the slight pulses and quivers I could feel in my palm.

I felt Garrett’s hand in my hair as he pulled my mouth toward his cock, and so I moved off the couch and knelt between his knees. I knew I should feel a sense of shame for what I was about to do, but all I wanted to do was wrap my lips around this perfect cock in front of me. The two sides of me warred against each other for a long moment, but without voluntary thought, I watched as my hands wrapped around his shaft and my mouth began to water. It felt like a flame was caught between my legs. I had so missed this feeling.

I ran my tongue up his shaft and felt a thrill of joy pass through me at the moan that escaped his lips. I knew I should take my time and draw things out, but my own desire was ruling all conscious thought. My lips opened and I took him into mouth. The feel of him against my tongue, against my lips was exciting. The smell of his skin arousing.

Garrett suddenly broke contact and I looked up to see him stretch over and grab my purse. Removing my phone, he turned the screen toward me so that it unlocked. “Sorry, please don’t stop,” he said, gently moving my head back to his cock. With my eyes not leaving his face, I opened my mouth and resumed. “I’m taking your picture, for two reasons,” he said in an authoritative voice, like I had no say in the matter. “One, your husband might like to see his wife at work,” he gave me a cocky, almost arrogant smile, “And two, to change the facial recognition feature. Now it will only open if you have a cock in your mouth—otherwise you’ll have to enter in your code every time.”

His actions should have at least infuriated me, but to my surprise, it only made the flame grow hotter. I increased the suction and tried to take more of him in but couldn’t once he reached the back of my throat. He was so much bigger than my husband. I lost myself in the exhilaration, and even the ache that began to grow in my jaw was only a minor nuisance in the back of my mind. I suddenly felt him spasm against my lips and a torrent of cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but significant amounts escaped the corners of my mouth and dripped onto my breasts and thighs.

“Whoa… that was a lot,” I said in amazement, trying to catch my breath.

“It’s been a while,” Garrett said, sounding as breathless as I was, his head resting on the back of the couch as he stared at the cabin’s ceiling. He removed his shirt and then his hand pulled me toward him, and I laid my head on his lap while we both breathed in gulps of air. After several minutes Garrett’s member began to harden again. Bloody incredible. My husband could almost never go again, even after an hour of rest. But Garrett was ready after only a few minutes. He coaxed me upwards, and with his guiding hands I stepped up onto the couch and slowly straddled his cock, lining it up with my core and taking him inside me.

I gasped as I felt the head pass my entrance, the penetration a reminder that I had yet again broken my wedding vows to my husband. The thought should have shamed me, but instead it fueled me. Am I that wicked, I thought to myself as I felt my inner walls begin to stretch, “Slowly!” I gasped, reaching down and placing my hands on his shoulders to keep myself from lowering too quickly. His hands guided me up, and then back down. Each time allowing more of his cock to penetrate my sex. “So full,” I said a breathy whisper.

Garrett held me in place while I adjusted to his size, his eyes at the same level and meeting mine, “Things will never be the same Sam,” he said as I felt more of him enter me.

“I know,” I panted, lifting myself up slightly and trying to find that divide between pleasure and pain.

“I somehow let you out of my life before, but I have no intention of doing that again,” Garrett continued, pressing me down onto his shaft again.

“I’m not leaving,” I paused my descent, “but I’m married, too. I won’t leave my husband.”

“I’m not asking you to, Sam. But your pussy will be my cock’s home for the foreseeable future,” Garrett replied, pulling me closer to him and entering me even further. A sharp cry escaped my lips. The pain quickly gave way as the endorphins flooded my system. Pleasure cascaded over me like a perfect summer wave. I could only nod as the flame became searing hot. “Welcome to the Mile-High Club,” I heard Garrett’s chuckled whisper in my ear.

I couldn’t laugh. I clung to him tightly as I strained to adjust to his size, “You’re so big,” I said between gasping breaths. “I don’t know how I took you last time.”

“There’s no hurry. Take your time,” Garrett said soothingly.

I tried to relax my death grip on him, but my hands refused to relax. It took all my focus to continue, but minute by minute the pain eased, and the pleasure grew. He began to thrust upwards, stabbing each time deeper and deeper inside me. Each time forcing a sharp yelp as the deeper penetration stretched be farther. Tingling sensations began in my toes and began to build toward my core. “I’m going to cum,” I said, and our pace quickened. When the orgasm hit, my throat tightened, and for a long moment I couldn’t make a sound. It was as if my entire body was paralyzed. But then wave after intense wave crushed me in its power. The moans and cries sounded animalistic and primal to my ears, as if from another woman. They certainly weren’t mine.

I held on even tighter as Garrett stood, lifting my body with his cock still buried deep within. He laid me on my back, and I wrapped my legs around his torso. His first thrust was deep still. My eyes went wide, and my mouth emitted a wanting and lustful cry. My vision and thoughts blurred into an erotic chaos of feeling and sound. Another orgasm came quickly and powerfully. My legs shook and twitch and I felt that all I could do was hold on. But my grip felt weak and my eyes heavy, like I’d been drugged.

“Samantha,” I heard my name like someone was shouting it from a far mountain. “Samantha,” I heard again, and thoughts again began to stir in my mind. I opened my eyes but had to blink several times to understand the vision in front of me. “Welcome back,” I heard the masculine voice say before I finally regained my understanding.

“Garrett,” I said in more of a question.

He laughed and caressed my cheek, “Yeah,” you really were out of it. “You alright?” I nodded. I felt fine. I felt a thousand things at the same time; wonderful, pain, soreness, heat, pleasure. “Good, because we’re almost to the airport,” he said and helped me sit up onto the couch.

I watched him turn to pick up my clothes and that’s when I spotted his back. Dozens of deep red scratches marred his skin—several had even drawn blood. “Oh my,” I gasped as I began to understand, “I think I did that. I’m so sorry.”

Garrett craned his neck as if he could turn far enough to see his back, “Oh that. Yeah, don’t worry about that,” he said, sounding almost joyful, “that’s a badge of honor for any man.”

-_-

Descending the skies above the country’s capitol was a surreal feeling. Layer upon layer of various shades of green, broken up my multi-colored roof tops. I felt a wave of panic and anxiety pass through me as I thought about my circumstances. I was in another country, with a man of whom I knew relatively little, while my husband, the man that I’d married and with whom I’d promised to be faithful, was left at home, left only to his imagination. The guilt began to well up within me. But at the same time, my body still tingled from the recent sexual experience. My sex was still warm and pulsing with a slowly dissipating heat. The carnal side of me already wanted more of Garrett, more of this, more of everything. Thoughts flooded my mind with reassuring words. This life was meant to be a journey. This life is only lived once. If this path starts to go the wrong direction, I can always stop and go back. I can end it at any time.

I was glad to have packed my jumper because the weather in San Jose was a touch chilly. But by the time we dropped out of the mountains and to the beach, I was ready to take off not only my jumper, but any other article of clothing that might help cool my skin. Living in California, I thought I would be prepared for the heat, but the Pacific side of Costa Rica drowned me in a level of humidity I wasn’t prepared for. My skin glistened with sweat, but Garrett didn’t seem to mind in the least as he drove the Toyota Prado with the window’s down and the air conditioner off.

The roads had been harsh and windy, and I was near honking by the time we reached our destination. The country was amazing, even offering me more shades of green than my home in England. The moderate homes of the locals ended as we passed through a massive gate and drove passed security guards. I got a brief glimpse of a harbor behind its breakwater before we started driving again up the steepest driveway I’d ever seen. But I must admit, the view was worth the effort.

“Oh my god,” I gasped as I stepped out of the Prado. “It’s brilliant,” the view was straight from a Jurassic Park movie, with dense vegetation covering the hills, only ending at the beach where two docks extended out, each lined with luxurious looking yachts.

“Wait till you see the view from the balcony,” Garrett said and offered me his hand. My sundress clung to my skin as we walked through the front door and into a front room that was almost overwhelming to take in. High vaulted ceilings, opulent chandeliers, ornamental iron railings and Italian marble floors all screamed expensive.

“This might be the poshest place I’ve ever seen,” I said, turning slowly in a circle and trying to take in all the details.

“I’m pleased you approve,” Garrett said graciously. “It’s been a five-year project and should be completed in about a month.”

The sound of construction equipment and words of Spanish sounded in the distance. “Will this be your home?” I asked, wondering what it would be like to live in such a place.

Garrett shrugged and motioned me to follow. “Probably not,” he said as we walked through the room toward the back of the house, passing through a kitchen that would make Gordan Ramsey envious. “I have a small place in Hawaii that I like to call home. As nice as this place is, I don’t think it fits me very well.” His sandals slapped his feet as we walked, “This has been something of a labor of love. I’ve enjoyed the experience of building it, but it’s one of the properties I’m looking to sell.”

“I didn’t see this listed in the Group assets.”

“It’s not a Group asset. This one belongs only to me,” he explained, opening the patio door to the home’s rear balcony. “Although I have to admit, this view is one in a million.”

“Brilliant,” I said in barely a whisper. Stunned at the scene before my eyes. The entire Pacific Ocean extended out before me. The water was the bluest blue I could have imagined, and the setting sun formed the most vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows I’ve ever seen. “I didn’t know views like this existed,” I said softly, remembering the many views of the California coast I’ve witnessed. They were beautiful, but this was divine in its perfection.

“Yeah, I’ll never grow tired of seeing it,” Garrett said, standing close behind me. “Thank you for coming with me,” his hands slipped around my waist and pulled me in close. “I know we haven’t spent a lot of time together—there’s so much about each other we don’t know. But from the start I’ve felt a connection to you. I don’t know what it is, but I’m happy you’re here with me.”

I rested my hands on his and felt his lips lightly touch the skin on my neck. I melted into the kiss as my carnal self began to reawaken. He took my breasts into his hands and held them tightly, and the flame began to grow inside of me. One of Garrett’s hands slipped down, finding its way under my dress and then under my knickers until his fingers pressed themselves into the folds of my lower lips.

“Uhh,” I groaned and pressed my hand down onto his, wanting more pressure against my sex. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that construction workers were nearby, but my carnal spirit burst aflame, chasing all caution, hesitancy, and cares away. I felt my knickers pulled down to my knees as my tummy pressed against the concrete guardrail and my upper body tilted forward. Feeling Garrett’s member at my entrance, I rested my forearms on the rough concrete and peered over the edge. A feeling of euphoria from the dramatic drop to the jungle floor below filled my mind as Garrett’s large cock filled my core. In all my life I had never experienced such feeling. I had no idea it was even possible to feel this amazing, and I knew at once that I would do anything to keep it.

My pussy burned from the quickening pace, and I held on tightly to the guardrail, my cries joining those of the other primal animals below. Garrett’s hand wrapped itself into my hair and he pulled me back to his chest. I felt his breath along the nape of my neck and heard him snarl aggressively in my ear as if we were two animals mating in the open. Warm palms returned to my breasts and I chose that moment to look back at him out of the corner of my eye. He was staring at me with wild eyes, his mouth damp and open. I could smell him—salt and sweat.

His cock plunged ever deeper into me as his hips surged forward ever more forcefully. I had never had sex like this before. He was so large, so thick, so broad. It felt as if he were breaking me apart… and I relished it. Without thinking, simply acting on instinct, I pushed back against him as hard as I could, feeling him ever more deeply inside me. The emotions were more than I could process, and it made me laugh and cry simultaneously. I felt one of his arms loop around my lower belly as he pulled me more forcefully toward himself. My barks of pleasure synchronized with his thrusts.

Garrett breathed heavily behind me and grunted again, his hand tight in my hair, tighter around my stomach. This wasn’t just sex. We were rutting like the wildlife around us. I forgot about my frustrations, my worries, my insecurities, and my doubts. Concentrating instead on the sounds we were making, the symphony of grunts and cries we broadcast out into the wild jungle. Garrett’s pace sped up and I came suddenly around his length. My slippery thighs shook as I roared out with intense pleasure. Garret thrust again, and then once more before he roared behind me. I felt him convulse and streams up semen filled my womb.

I darted a look behind me, my hair sticking to my cheeks, my neck. Sweat rolled down between my shoulder blades. Garrett’s face dripped sweat onto his still buttoned shirt. “Holy fuck,” he gasped, pulling his member slowly out from inside me. I already missed the erotic frenzy that was ebbing away. I wanted it again, but my twitching legs would hardly hold me. I was spent. Garrett stepped back, still breathing heavily from the exertion. “That was incredible.”

“Bloody brilliant,” I agreed, standing on wobbly legs.

I reached down to pull up my knickers when Garrett said, “Leave them.”

I felt that small thrill of excitement and fear. I let go and let them fall to the ground. Garrett had already zipped up his pants. It was truly unfair. He looked like he’d only gone out for a bit of exercise, but I knew I looked freshly fucked, like an animal in heat. My dress was soaked through and clung tightly to my body. My face etched with a permanent smile as my eyes caught the last of the sun’s light descending below the horizon. Garrett wrapped his arm around me and pulled him close to him when I heard a clapping sound coming from the distance.

In the waning light, I looked back towards the sliding glass door of the patio. Two figures approached, one slow-clapping and giggling as she walked.

“Julie?” I said in surprise.

[Open2it]

And so it begins to get real... excellent writing!

[sabya167]

Seriously? Un-freaking-believable. This one has been a discovery. You are seriously making your mark as a top- notch writer. The endind is brilliant. Is there any way Jaimee could come back in April?

[sabya167]

Who's the other person , Noah? Can't be Nick or Quin. To be revealed.....You have mastered the art of ending chapters....

[soupcan_99]

Thanks KY for your well written and entertain story.... I envy your storytelling ability and look forward to reading more.

[subtoall]

Damn Ky, the screenwriters for Dallas ("Who shot JR?") have nothing on you. You are a master of the art of the cliffhanger.

[SutterKane]

I've been telling you Ky, that you have a real knack for story telling. The plot and pacing are good. Eroticism is top notch. Well written and interesting, looking forward to reading the rest. My wife is addicted to Don Jetman's stories and I'm hoping that she will love your work as intensely as his.
Now a request. I know that you are deep in this story, but if I may, would you think about your next story being about fictionalized version of you and Jammie's story? We lost so much amazing stuff when the old thread dropped off. I don't mean a word for word or action version, I mean write it how you see the story, fictionalize as much or as little as you want (But Dude! The real was so fucking amazing) and retell the story. I really want my wife to read how all this came about. That will get me laid a bunch! Ky, we need that story. Mankind cries out for it!
Sutter

[Ky_Da]

I've been telling you Ky, that you have a real knack for story telling. The plot and pacing are good. Eroticism is top notch. Well written and interesting, looking forward to reading the rest. My wife is addicted to Don Jetman's stories and I'm hoping that she will love your work as intensely as his.
Now a request. I know that you are deep in this story, but if I may, would you think about your next story being about fictionalized version of you and Jammie's story? We lost so much amazing stuff when the old thread dropped off. I don't mean a word for word or action version, I mean write it how you see the story, fictionalize as much or as little as you want (But Dude! The real was so fucking amazing) and retell the story. I really want my wife to read how all this came about. That will get me laid a bunch! Ky, we need that story. Mankind cries out for it!
Sutter

Thanks for the feedback SK. I’ll think about the request. That first foray into the cuckold world very nearly ruined us because we were so naive going into it. I’ll think about it though.

[Ky_Da]

Samantha,

“What on earth?” I asked as she neared—as they neared, I corrected, recognizing Noah. He walked closely by her side and they looked the part of a loving couple. I’d always considered Julie a friend, and I’ve heard that age is just a number, but the age difference between her and Noah was striking, and not in an attractive way.

“You are such a dirty whore,” she said and laughed, looking me up and down.

I felt a stab of embarrassment and wanted to shrink away, but Garrett held me close to his side. “Careful Julie,” Garrett warned, but not unkindly.

“Oh, I’m only teasing,” Julie defended, “Sammy and I go way back—she knows I’m only playing around.”

Noah stepped forward and placed his and on Julie’s upper arm, “As Mr. Morgan says, you will watch how you speak to Miss. Brooks,” he said, his tone far from cruel, but carried a palpable admonishment.

“Of course, Mr. Braxton,” Julie said, her smile slipping slightly, but her tone sincere. “My apologies, Miss Brooks,” she said, but I swear I saw her eye almost wink at me.

“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Braxton,” I greeted, feeling unsure about the protocol being practiced around me.

The older man stepped forward and lightly embraced me, giving me a gentle kiss on my cheek as he did, “Please, call me Noah, you work for Garrett, not for me.”

I nodded but Garrett spoke before I could reply, “Noah’s had his eyes on this house since we started construction,” he explained, breaking away the tension that had been building—or at least that I was feeling, “And if he’d quit low-balling me, I just might agree to sell it to him.”

Noah smiled and looked thrilled by Garrett’s statement. “When I heard that you had come to work for Garrett, and that he was bringing you to Costa Rica, I thought it might be an opportune time to have another go at this stingy bastard.”

“Stingy?” Garrett protest in mock indignation. “And to think I was going to invite you to dinner.”

“Invite me sure, and then leave me to pay the bill,” Noah countered sarcastically, relieving some of the tension building between my shoulder blades.

I felt Garrett’s hand squeeze mine. “Maybe you and Julie want to go inside for a few minutes to change and get ready for dinner. I’d like to talk to Noah a little longer before we go.”

Before I could reply, I felt my arm being pulled by Julie as she pulled me along toward the sliding door, “Come Miss Brooks, let’s get you presentable to the public again,” she said loudly enough for all to hear, and then much more quietly to me said, “My dirty little whore needs a bath.”

I waited until we were inside before I spoke, “Is it me, or was that a little strange out there,” I asked, but she only shushed me as we descended down a flight of stairs and at the end of a corridor entered a bathroom that was every bit as opulent as the rest of the home.

Once entering the bathroom, she turned to me, “You look like a sex goddess incarnate,” and gave an appraising look up and down. “I can see why Garrett wants you so badly. You might turn me gay before this night’s over.”

“Julie,” I said, my voice carrying a strain of worry.

Julie gave me a reassuring look and embraced me in a long hug, “Don’t fret so much, Sammy. Everything’s going to be fine—better than fine,” she said, her voice sincere and reassuring.

“That wasn’t a little, I don’t know, awkwardly formal?” I asked again.

“Look, it wasn’t anything to worry about. Actually, I would think you of all people would understand,” she said, but when she saw that I wasn’t understanding, continued, “A lot of people you’re going to get to know; people like Garrett and Noah, come from money—I mean, they’re loaded. And they like a certain propriety.”

“Huh… I didn’t think that gentility existed in America, you lot could all do with a bit of class,” I said after thinking about it for a moment.

Julie guffawed and rolled her eyes, “Says my used to be posh little girlfriend turned slutty little wench, that reeks of sweat and sex, suddenly thinks she believes in proper decorum?” I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me. “Now get a move on, they’re going to be waiting for us,” she said, hopping up to sit on the white marble counter and gesturing me toward the shower.

Standing next to her I looked at myself in the wall-to-wall mirror, “I really do need to have a shower,” I said, and let the soiled sun dress, along with my bra fall to the floor.

“Have you ever thought about a breast augmentation?” Julie asked.

I looked down at my breasts. They were only a B-cup, but I always thought they looked right for my body. “No, I like the size they are. No offense, but it has to be nearly impossible to run with breasts like yours.”

Julie squeezed her breasts together, bringing her cleavage tightly together. She was a naturally curvy girl, and her breasts were absolutely massive. Seeing them so close to my face sent a tingle through my pussy. I’ve always had a secret fantasy of losing myself between her pillowy breasts.

“With these girls,” she said, looking down at her pressed together tits, “I haven’t run since the 7th grade,” she said, releasing her breasts and looking back at mine. “These nipples could definitely use a bar, or maybe even a ring,” she suddenly reached out and flicked the end of my nipple.

“Ouch!” I yelped and covered my nipple, “What’d you do that for you nutter?”

“I knew they’d be sensitive. I’ll have to plant the idea in Garrett’s—err—excuse me—Mr. Morgan’s head. You’d do it if he told you to.”

“I would not,” I protested, still rubbing my nipple with my hand. She got me good and the thick of her finger sent a shockwave through me breast.

“Right,” she drawled sarcastically, “I don’t see you turning him down much.”

I dropped my hand and looked at myself in the mirror. “Julie,” I said, my voice solemn, “Have we gone completely mental?”

“What do you mean?” she asked me, all whimsy gone from her voice.

I sighed and continued to stare at my reflection, “I mean we’re married. We’re not supposed to do this. We’re supposed to be faithful, monogamous, loving wives. But we’re here, breaking those vows, shagging men that aren’t our husbands. It’s so wrong.”

“You always were too cerebral for your own good, Sammy. It helps not to think about so much,” she said, looking uncomfortable. I thought she was done speaking but then she added, “Things haven’t been so great between Nick and I for a long time. Even before we went to Noah’s party for the first time… to be honest, I thought swinging might save our marriage because things were so good between us for a while, but that didn’t last either. We just don’t see eye to eye on things, and he’s so stubborn all the time.”

“So, what is all this about then” I asked her, lifting my hands in the air and gesturing in a circle to everything around us. “Quinton and I made our own decision, but I have to be honest with you—you had a little influence in it.”

“…I know,” Julie said, taking her lower lip between her teeth, “But hear me out, Sammy. I think you and Quinton have a very different relationship than me and Nick. What I mean is Quinton isn’t the jealous type like Nick. And… and I could see how bored and frustrated you were. You looked like you were dying inside, like everyday you lost a little more of yourself to the rat race. But as I see you know, you look vibrant, energized… happy even.”

I couldn’t deny everything she had said, but part of it didn’t settle well with me, “I was happy,” I retorted. “Sometimes life is a challenge and you have to work your way through it. I see Quinton doing that day in and day out. Everyday he gets up and goes to work. He never complains even though I know he’s not enjoying his job—,”

“—But you were missing something, Sammy. You were missing that spark. I saw it at the Braxton party, and then again at our pool party. And candidly, you are like way past needing a simple spark now—Look at yourself. You’re a glowing fire. And I bet Quinton’s a pig in shit right now.”

I didn’t know how to respond to what she said. It was a lot to think about. But about my husband… “I’m not so sure about Quin. I’m certain he’s home miserable and hating his life right now.”

Julie laughed, “Trust me. He’s none of that. You know as well as anyone, Quinton is a true cuck, and if you like play it right, you’re going to have an epic life.”

“I don’t know, Julie,” I started, pausing to take a quick look at myself in the mirror again. I still look flushed from the evening, and I felt excited inside. “You’re partly right about Quin. He isn’t like Nick, but I don’t know how far to push it.”

Julie’s exuberance was quickly returning, “That’s something you’ll learn as you go, but I have a strong feeling that the harder you push Quinton’s buttons, the more he’ll love you for it. Seriously, you’ve gotta like trust me on this. I’ve learned a lot this last year, even about cuckolds. He wants to feel like he could lose you, but he needs assurance once in a while that you won’t. That’s the only struggle you really have ahead of you. Garrett’s one of the most amazing men I’ve ever met, and I think he’ll make you extremely happy.”

“Speaking of Garrett,” I interrupted, and turned my full attention to my curvy friend, “Why didn’t you try to go to work for him instead of Noah. I mean Noah seems nice and all, but—,”

“—Garrett only had eyes for you after that party. I knew he wasn’t interested in anyone else. There’s something you’ve got that he really likes, and it’s more than a snobby accent.”

I chuckled and shook my head. I really had a lot to think about. A thought slowly worked its way out of the recesses of my mind. Something I’d been meaning to ask my friend for a while, “Julie, can I ask,” I started hesitantly, hoping not to stumble into something that wasn’t my business. “Weren’t you and Nick going to start a family, is that on hold, or have you changed your mind?” I asked, curious what had happened because the last time we had spoken about it she had been very excited to get pregnant.

Her features fell and her eyes darted away from me, “I found out that I can’t have children—or at least the chances are so astronomically low that virtually impossible.”

“I’m so sorry, Julie,” I said, feeling a cold and painful stab to the heart. I was about to ask why, but she would eventually share that with me if she wanted to. “I’m truly sorry,” I repeated and leaned in and hugged her.

We hugged for a good minute and I heard her sniffle before she straightened, “Okay then,” she said and pulled away. I watched as she willed her sadness away and forced a smile with her lips. “Miss Brooks, we need to hurry, and you stink. Get in the shower and I’ll go get your bag from upstairs.”

I nodded and cleared my sad thoughts. I turned to walk toward the shower before remembering a question I had meant to ask. “Julie, I’ve heard several people call me Miss instead of Mrs. Do you know why?”

Julie looked at me but didn’t answer immediately. Her lips pursed together for a moment before she answered, “Yes, but I don’t have time to tell you right now. Next time we’re by ourselves, I’ll tell you more. But it’s not something you need to worry about. Just trust me that it’ll be fine.”

“I’ll just go have my shower then,” I said as my friend left the bathroom. I hadn’t been called Miss since I was in boarding school, and the word made me feel very apart from my husband. I felt a flood of shame as I thought of Quinton because I had hardly thought about my husband from the time I left the house. This was going to be so much more difficult than I had imagined.

-_-

Samantha,

I was ravenous by the time the waiter brought my plate, and my mouth watered as plates of dorado, wahoo, and lobster were placed on the table. It was an extreme exercise in restraint to wait until everyone had been served, the smell reaching my nose and making my stomach groan in anticipation. The moment I saw Noah pick up his utensil, I took a large bite of the thick fillet on my plate. It felt like it melted in my mouth, and I signed in satisfaction.

I had put down several more bites in quick succession when I heard Noah say to Garrett, “I think you were starving our poor girl.” I flushed red with embarrassment and set down my fork to wipe my mouth with my napkin. “No need to slow down on my part,” Noah said, gesturing for me to continue.

Garrett winced, “Apologies, Samantha. I sometimes get wrapped up in things and forget to eat during the day. I’ll make sure to be more attentive in the future.”

“No worries for my part, Mr. Morgan. I was feeling a bit peckish, but this fish was well worth the wait. I don’t know if I’ve ever put anything so savory in my mouth before,” I said as I pulled off another flake of the fillet with my fork.

“You mean other than Mr. Morgan,” Julie said nonchalantly, wagging her brow at me as I turned yet a deeper shade of red.

Garrett and Noah both laughed at the remark, but Noah quickly regained his composure, “Don’t tease,” he lightly reprimanded Julie. Julie made a pouty face but didn’t say anything more as we returned to our meals.

I paused a minute to take in my surroundings. The building had large open windows that let in the cooler evening air. And the restaurant’s interior had a sportsman’s motif to it, with exotic trophy fish mounted on the walls and old surfboards hanging from the ceiling. The establishment was perfectly crafted for maximum appeal to its mostly male clientele.

The ambiance was laid back and casual, and the dress standards reflected the mood. Still, despite bringing my nicest clothes, I felt out of place—no one here bought their clothes at a discount department store. Julie wore a sequin spaghetti strap dress that could have easily passed for a slip, but she seemed comfortably at ease, and even enjoying the men’s eyes that were stealing hungry glances like they were trying to catch a glimpse of the sun without burning out their retinas.

My dress on the other hand, while semi-casual, would have easily met Catholic church standards of dress. Dressing the part of a sensual, sexy woman was something I had little experience with. And while I felt no judgement from Garrett, I wished I had dressed in something more… more provocative.

The conversation went from investments, to light gossip about old friends, and then turned to politics as Noah turned to me and asked, “I’m sure you’re no Trump fan, right?”

I’m not sure why the comment irritated me so much, maybe it was the manipulative nature of the question, but I found it irksome. “He’s not on my top ten favorite people list, true,” I began, keeping my voice even and without emotion, “I think he’s done a good job.” I felt an inner smile as Noah’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

“You can’t be serious! He’s a total disaster—a nightmare,” Noah sputtered, looking at me like I’d grown a second head. “How can you think he’s done a good job?”

I stole a glance at Garrett, he was sitting back in his chair, one eyebrow slightly raised with a this-should-be-interesting look on his handsome face. Julie meanwhile stared at me with wide eyes and an almost imperceptible shaking of her head.

I set my glass on the table and then met Noah’s eyes, “The man ran on an agenda of things he said he was going to do, and to the people that voted for him, he’s done most of the things he’s set out to do—not all—but enough that his base is happy. So, in that way, I think he’s done a good job.”

“But what about all the people he’s angered. The whole world sees him as a racist, homophobic bigot. We’re a laughingstock to the entire world. I can’t believe you’re okay with him being president when we could have had our first woman president. Hillary had paid her dues; it was she that deserved it.”

The small irritation I’d felt earlier escalated, and it crept into my voice, “First thing I would say to that is that no one deserves to be president. Second, I don’t much care what the world thinks of us—let them laugh. And third, I think Trump is dreadfully unpresidential—I truly hate that he’s not above trolling his detractors on Twitter twenty four hours a day—though to be fair, I do laugh at some of his tweets,” I explained as calmly as I could and then added, “He’s simply not a principled man. I do think he lies all the time, but at least I can see through his lies eas—,”

“—Alright, alright,” Garrett sat forward, placing his hand on my shoulder to interrupt me, “I think we might need to skip talking politics,” she said, a touch of concern in his voice.

“Not for my part,” Noah quickly interjected, ignoring Garrett’s concerns. He then turned his attention back to me “Are you a republican?” he asked bluntly.

“Independent,” I answered proudly.

Noah smiled as if someone had just made his Christmas, “Let’s try something closer to home. What about Brexit, I know you can’t be in favor of that.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed, “Noah, I know you’re not an ignorant man, but if I’d agreed with you, we’d both be wrong.” I said, and suddenly heard Garratt guffaw next to me and slap the table.

“That’s a classic, but still a good one. I’m officially calling it, though, before this gets any uglier,” Garrett said, laughing happily as he pulled me closer to his side. “Poor Julie is going to fall asleep out of sheer boredom if we don’t change the subject.”

“Oh, very well then,” Noah conceded, giving me a wink and a smile that reached his eyes. I got the feeling he was used to people agreeing with him, but he truly looked to enjoy a debate. “I think we’ll call it a night and leave you two to enjoy each other’s company,” he announced, nodding toward Julie, who for her part looked disappointed.

“Will we see you tomorrow?” I asked, as they stood to leave.

Noah shook his head and put his arm around Julie’s shoulders, “I’m afraid not. I’m to meet my wife tomorrow, and I’ve kept Julie far too long already,” he said, and then turned his attention to Garrett, “Don’t you dare sell that house without giving me one more chance to negotiate with you.”

“Agreed,” Garrett nodded, running his hand over his short beard and then through his hair, a subconscious act he does when he’s tired.

After a hug from Noah, Julie pulled me into a tight embrace, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she said, giggling into my ear. “But call me when you get home, we need to talk. And take you shopping.”

I sat next to Garrett and watched as Noah and Julie left the restaurant. Once they were gone, I turned toward my new employer-slash-lover, “You’re tired,” I stated plainly.

“And you’re not?” he asked.

I nodded, “I am, but I don’t think that I could sleep yet. My mind is still racing from everything that’s happened today.

Garrett closed his eyes for several long seconds and took a deep breath, “Before we retire, I was hoping we could talk about your husband.”

I felt myself flinch at the mention of my husband, but wasn’t sure why, “Very well then,” I finally said.

“From everything I’ve observed—and the fact that you’re here with me now, reinforces to me that your husband has cuckold desires, am I correct?”

The directness surprised me, but I nodded, “Yes, we’re both only beginning to understand what that means. But you’re right…” I admitted, “and I think that desire only has gotten stronger—I worry to the point of obsession.”

“From what I’ve seen, I’d agree,” Garrett said, looking thoughtful, as if trying to figure out what to say next, “I’ve never been directly involved with a cuckold couple before, but I’ve been to enough Braxton parties, and been around long enough to know a fair bit about it. Would you like me to help you explore those waters?”

“What do you mean exactly?” I asked, feeling a flicker of apprehension.

“Only this; I know how important Quinton is to you. I get that. Truly, I do. And I think if we do things correctly, we can all get what we need—and maybe a lot of what we want.”

“I’m listening,”

“Good,” he said, his smile calming my chaotic thoughts, “Because what I’m going to talk about is a very difficult balance,” he paused only briefly until I nodded my understanding, “Okay, Sam. You’ve got to understand that each cuckold has a different level of fantasy; for some, a little light verbal teasing from their wife is enough; but for others on the more extreme side of the spectrum, they fantasize about being denied sex with their wife for long periods of time, being put into a chastity device of some kind, going down on their wife after she’s been with another man; and still others want to be dominated by their wives, forced to wear panties and shave their bodies—basically becoming a feminine version of themselves. There are even those that secretly want their wife’s become another man’s wife, going so far as divorce and total separation.”

That last part made me laugh, “Oh, I get it. You’re having a go at me?” I accused him, slapping him playfully on the thigh.

Garrett shook his head, a completely serious look on his features, “No, I’m not. I know guys that are into that kind of kink,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t pretend to understand any of it, but I know it’s a very strong kink for those that have it.”

I felt a cool breeze caress my skin. It felt wonderful after being in the hot sun and humidity of the day. “Is this kink a mental disorder? I mean, does something happen to a man in his childhood to make him think this way?”

“No, I don’t think it’s a disorder. Well, I guess anything taken to too much of an extreme could become a disorder, but I don’t think that’s Quinton’s case. In fact, I think you have the power to shape a lot of who and what he’ll become.”

“I don’t follow,” I admitted.

“He’s going to take his direction from you, Sam. Trust me on this one. You’re in the driver’s seat.”

I thought for a moment about what Garrett had explained, and I had to admit to myself that it had merit, “We’ve had a couple of experiences, so I know you’re right in that he does have fantasies of me with other men, and always with bigger cocks,” I explained to Garrett, and felt surprisingly comfortable doing so, “I know he gets excited when I tease him about how I need a bigger cock.”

“That’s actually quite normal,” Garrett picked up the conversation, “I think if you turn up the dial a little and try a little bit of humiliation, you’ll be surprised by the results.”

I looked up warily, “I don’t know… like what do you have in mind?”

Garrett held up his hands, “I can throw out a few suggestions of things I’ve seen, and, I think I still have some books you could read off my Kindle that are full of ideas. Maybe we can so a little brainstorming tonight and see what we can come up with. But ultimately, only you really know how much you can push him, and where his limits are.”

“I hope Quinton’s not into the divorce idea. I’m not okay with that,” I said, having difficulty accepting why anyone would want to go to such an extreme as Garrett described. A sudden yawn caught me.

“It’s late. Let’s get out of here,” Garrett said, offering me his hand.

“Will we go back to the house?”

“No. Besides the bathroom you used, there’s nothing else in the house. I’ve got a small place not too far from here where I like to stay,” Garrett said. We stood and Garrett handed me his phone, “My phone’s unlocked, so it works here. Do you want to text Quin on the way? Could be fun.”

Seeing Garrett’s devilish grin, I took the phone and started to think what text I could write that might blow my husband’s mind. I thought for several long minutes before I typed and sent:

[Hey Quin, it’s Sam.
Mr. Morgan let me borrow his phone. I’m in CR! and it’s beautiful! Been a busy day. I hope you haven’t changed your mind on wanting me to cuckold you, because I think I like my new job. It has a ‘large’ perk that I can’t get enough of, and I find the work ‘fills’ me with joy.]

[sabya167]

You are the biggest surprise to me in this forum. Now I realise why I was so overjoyed reading the last two chapters.I thought you were just an amateurish mechanical engineer trying his hands on writing fiction. How good could that be, after all ? I mean writing a journal and writing a story are so very different ball games. Of course I'd be there to read and encourage, because its from you, but boy, oh boy. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the last two chapters because, in my mind, they were written by a rookie and a novice amateur. How could that happen? Now I realise the other thread was just the tip of the iceberg. You are no more an amateur in my book Ky. Seriously, this has been a revelation.

[Ky_Da]

You are the biggest surprise to me in this forum. Now I realise why I was so overjoyed reading the last two chapters.I thought you were just an amateurish mechanical engineer trying his hands on writing fiction. How good could that be, after all ? I mean writing a journal and writing a story are so very different ball games. Of course I'd be there to read and encourage, because its from you, but boy, oh boy. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the last two chapters because, in my mind, they were written by a rookie and a novice amateur. How could that happen? Now I realise the other thread was just the tip of the iceberg. You are no more an amateur in my book Ky. Seriously, this has been a revelation.

Thanks Sabya, you are way to generous with your comments, but thanks. I’ve pounded out some pages on this story this last week - it’s easier to do when I’m the only one home. And to be candid, it’s probably going to be a while before I have anything interesting to update in the Cuckold forum. It looks like our lives have gone back to the plain-Jane-vanilla-tame. Life with kids just has a way of Trumping everything else. So despite it being a constant trigger, I’m planning on hanging here in the library for a while.

I do miss the interaction of the other forum, though. The library side is pretty quiet. So, thanks for leaving the comments. They’re appreciated!

[Jacko]

Thank you for the story so far, very good style of writing and an interesting plot without getting too crazy unrealistic. I'm looking forward to see how it goes with leading Quin down the rabbit hole.

[subtoall]

I love how you're writing Garrett's character. I can't decide if he's the great guy you're writing him to be (on the surface anyways) or some evil monster who's going to lead this innocent couple off a cliff, stealing away Ky's, er I mean, Quin's wife.

[Ky_Da]

Quinton,

I don’t know what time it was before I was finally able to fall asleep, but it was at least midnight. My wife had left before the sun had come up and I hadn’t heard anything from her since. I knew her phone service wouldn’t cover while she was in Costa Rica, but I was hoping I’d at least get an email. Something to let me know she was alright.

I went to work, but it was nearly a total waste of a day. I went to the bathroom at work three times to jack off into the toilet. All while thinking of my wife getting fucked by her new boss. Right after cuming I’d feel a hollow pit in my stomach for about thirty or forty minutes before I’d start to feel my dick getting hard again. I haven’t cum so many times since I was a teenager.

During my low times, I felt anger and frustration boiling up, not from the injustice of her having great sex when I was stuck going to work every day; but because I wasn’t able to see it. I longed to see her face as she was satisfied in ways I couldn’t give her. These experiences would change her—change both of us in ways we couldn’t even conceive yet. The longer this affair went on, the more she would become accustomed to bigger cocks. The day would come when mine would be totally useless to her, the only sex for me would be pity sex, her doing me a ‘favor’. Me, her husband, unable to sexually fulfill her… these thoughts would drive me back to the security of the bathroom stall for another round of self-abuse.

My dreams were tortured when I finally did fall asleep, filled with the most extreme images of my wife falling in love with other men, breaking my heart. It took my mind several minutes before I recognized the text tone coming from my phone. Groggily, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and forced my eyes open.

<Hey Quin, it’s Sam.
Mr. Morgan let me borrow his phone. I’m in CR! and it’s beautiful! Been a busy day. I hope you haven’t changed your mind on wanting me to cuckold you, because I think I like my new job. It has a ‘large’ perk that I can’t get enough of, and I find the work ‘fills’ me with joy.

Quin>
I’m glad you made it there safely. I was hoping to hear from you. I know you like larger ‘perks’ than I can give you. I want you to have these experiences. To let yourself fall into it and don’t worry about me. Remember, I’m happy when you’re happy.

<Sam,
You’re too good to me. But if you mean what you say, prepare to be very happy!

Quin>
Yes, I sincerely mean it. Please make me very happy. I desperately want this for you.

<Sam,
Oh, I want to make my cuck-boy very happy. Send me a picture of Average Joe. Show me how much you want this.

Quin>
(Attached Img1) I need to know. Does Garrett pleasure you better than I do—be honest please. I need to hear it.

<Sam,
…yes… he’s so much bigger than you, and he makes me feel so many new feelings. It looks like Average Joe is excited.

Quin>
Good. That’s what I was hoping for. Just remember that I love you.

<Sam,
I love you, too. I’ll be home Wednesday night. I must go now, Mr. Morgan has need of my services.

The texting only lasted a few minutes, but it was enough to relieve my anxiety and then ramp it right back up again. I wanted to be more specific on what I wanted from her, but as unfair as it might be, I want her to figure it out on her own. I want her to want this for herself as much as I want it for her.

I laid there staring at the ceiling for a long time, picking up my phone and reading and rereading the texts, and imagining what she was doing at that very moment. I knew in my soul that she was fucking him. I could see her face in my mind’s eye as she enjoyed sex like I could never give it to her. The feelings that washed over me were intense and almost overwhelming. I was painfully hard, but I wanted the feelings to last, and I knew that while jacking off would feel great, it would also creator the pleasurable feelings I had. But my self-discipline wasn’t enough as images of my wife’s naked body in Garrett’s arms danced through my mind. My hand reached down, and I wrapped my fingers around my dick, savoring the feelings my thoughts were bringing before fucking myself again with my own hand.

-_-

Samantha,

We arrived at Garrett’s house at night, and so I had no reference of where we were. The house was simple, with only the barest of furnishings. After brushing my teeth, I collapsed into bed, barely able to keep my eyes open. Garrett pulled my sleeping shirt off, leaving me starkers and pulled me close, spooning me to his bare chest. Despite my fatigue, I felt a thrilling shiver run though my core as Garrett’s forearm wrapped me tightly under my breasts. I felt his face at my neck, his exhaled breath giving me goose flesh down to my toes.

“Go to sleep, Sam,” Garrett whispered tiredly into my ear. “I’ll fuck you senseless in the morning.”

His directness made my breath hitch, but I was all to glad to obey, my eyes feeling heavy with sleep. The softness of the sheets felt smooth as calm water against my bare skin. The warmth from our skin to skin contact seeped into my form, making me feel secure and safe. As the last vestiges of consciousness faded, my thoughts turned to my husband. I truly loved him, but sexually I always found myself desiring more. Could this be the answer? Was it possible to have the carnal, hedonistic pleasure I craved with another man without damaging my marriage? Could our marriage grow stronger if our physical intimacy diminished?

When I woke, it was to sunlight beaming through the window. I was confused for several long seconds as to where I was, the arms around my torso and Garrett’s form cocooning my own brought a flood of memories of yesterday’s activities. I felt Garrett’s engorged member between my thighs, its tip pressed between my butt cheeks, and it felt intensely hot against my skin. The thoughts of our coupling—no, our animalistic rutting—came rushing into my mind like a raging forest fire, and the memory alone made my pussy wet with anticipation.

Like the small devil on one’s shoulder, whispering lascivious temptations into your ear, my carnal-self awoke from its slumber, evaporating like steam all my insecurities, conflicting feelings, and denials. I no longer wanted to think about anything. I wanted to let myself completely give into these sensations, these wonderful, delirious, mind-numbing sensations.

I turned my body within his embrace and found him awake, a hungry look on his features. His lips entangled with mine, and somehow, as I lay trapped within his toned arms, I couldn’t bring myself to care about anything else except the pure, addictive taste of him. Kissing my husband had never felt like this… Garrett’s kiss was like liquid fire.

Whatever mental struggles I’d felt had long ceased and my hands were now linked tightly around his neck, one of which was now slowly weaving itself into his thick dark hair. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, and hesitantly pulled back, but quickly relaxed as he began to coax me with it, drawing my own tongue out and engaging in a battle against his.

“Mmmm…”

The moan echoed softly in the warm, silent room. It sounded like it had come from me, but it sounded odd to my ears. Soon Garrett’s tongue was caressing mine again and another moan came, this one louder and clearer than the first one. I felt dizzy and my oxygen deprived brain reminded me to breathe, so I pulled away briefly from him, only time to gasp a single breath before Garrett pressed forward and kissed me again, refusing to stop.

I felt as if I’d lost all control and allowed him to turn me onto my back; so caught up in his kiss that it wasn’t until a warm hand started grazing insistently up my bare thigh that I broke from my trance.

“Garrett,” a half-hearted protest issued, this wasn’t just sex, this was intimate, this was making love. My protest became yet another moan when his lips lifted from mine and began nipping along my neck, firing the sensuous pleasure sensors to my brain. Seemingly encouraged by my moans, Garrett’s moved his body between my legs, his lips never breaking contact with the sensitive skin along my neck. He pressed his body against mine, urging my silently to wrap my legs around his waist, and without thought I complied to the unspoken request.

He positioned himself over my smaller frame and pressed his lips against mine once again, raising a hand to stroke my cheek. “Beautiful…”

I felt his lean, well-muscled body against my own, flushed skin grazed softly against flushed skin as our lips continued ever deeper into that blissful fight for dominance. His hands roamed my body, touching, caressing, and plundering the most sacred of places. His hand cupped my breast and he lifted his lips from mine again. Breathing hard and fast, he lowered them again to my neck, and seared a trail of kisses to my breast where his tongue brushed over my nipple. I felt a blood flush through my body as my nipple instantly perked up, an aching wetness formed between my legs.

Garrett’s lips traveled and roamed every inch and crevice of my body, drawing out still more pleasurable moans. I couldn’t concentrate on a single thought, only the sensations wanted by my carnal mind were important, until I felt something warm and hard pushing at my entrance. It took several seconds for me to realize what it was, and once I did, a gasp escaped from my lips. I felt him entering me slowly, pausing as he encountered resistance from my tightness. Shaking, I instinctively gripped onto him for support.

I felt the soreness from the day before and pressed my hand against his thigh to stop, “Garrett… wait—” I said, knowing still more of his cock was yet to enter.

His answer came in the form of a soothing kiss, followed by a reassuring whisper, “I’m making you mine, Samantha. It’s time to let me in”

I parted my legs wider as I felt Garrett thrust into me. My eyes widened and teared as I felt him bottom out against me. My mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as Garrett drove into me again and again, slowly and gentle at first, but gaining incredible force and speed until I could only hear my own cries. I felt lost to my reality, staring blindly at the ceiling above me as the beginning of intense pleasure built up slowly from the lower part of my body. A harsh gasp escaped me, heightened when Garrett took both of my hands from where they were scraping his back and pinned them down onto the bed with his own.

His warm lips came crashing down on mine again, and his thrusts became unrelenting, plunging and pounding into me with such force and raw desire. I winced and had to blink my eyes rapidly as my vision blurred. Turning my head to the side, I caught our reflections in a mirror. The image was truly mesmerizing, sinfully erotic as I watched Garretts form atop my own.

My carnal-self roared inside like a triumphant lion celebrating its kill. My impending climax close. When I finally came, I tried unsuccessfully to bite back an excruciating scream of the most intense and torturous pleasure, but it surged like an uncontrollable flood throughout every fiber of my body.

“Mine,” I heard Garrett snarl as his teeth bit into my shoulder as his own climax forced jet after jet of his cum deep inside my body.

Garrett held himself still for several long minutes, breathing hard and trying to catch his breath, his cock still deeply imbedded in my pussy. I felt delirious and still lost in the pleasure of my climax. My body jerking and spasming uncontrollably. Yes… I was now his, my carnal-self whispered in my mind. I would never leave my husband. I loved him. But my body now belonged to another.