To the Edge and Back

[DarrenZ]

Excellent chapters, Ky

[subtoall]

Another great chapter. Artfully mixing in Nicole's challenges with complying with the rules of the road and facing significant legal restrictions on driving in Southern California is an inspired move on your part, further humanizing your very human protagonists. Well done.

[Duke Lattimore]

Ky - Fabulous work! And how about those well placed pushes of the Power Exchange buttons!?!? Hope you can take some time this weekend for a well deserved victory lap.

[Frenchie]

Always a nice and entertaining story.
I'm so eager to see where all that (and all fo us) will go.

Nichole has no more license but keeps driving us crazy.

[nnjcpl2002]

I believe that Nichole has a license... it's just not a driver's license! Fasten your seat belts!

Great work, Ky. Thanks

[Duke Lattimore]

The name is Bond. Nichole Bond. OO7+. Licensed to Thrill.

[OOAA]

The name is Bond. Nichole Bond. OO7+. Licensed to Thrill.

...I knew there was a spy in here

[OOAA]

Chapter 38

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“I told you, it’s hard to describe, but we’ve been married long enough that I can tell when you like something. Am I wrong? Did you not like the idea of me denying you my body, or taking Wade as more than a meaningless lover?”



It took me a long moment to think of a reply, and Nichole seemed content to let the silence linger until I was ready to speak. “Okay, you’re not wrong,” I finally said, “I do think about that kind of stuff a lot.”



“That’s what I thought,” Nichole said, the small smile on her face telling me that she knew she’d just won. “So, how do you want to start? Do you have a duration you want me to deny you for, are you alright with Wade taking me out on dates once-in-a-while?”



“I don’t… It doesn’t… look,” I finally said, finding my words. “It doesn’t work for me if I’m part of the planning. I kind of need you to, well… decide I guess. I need you to decide, and then just tell me what’s going to happen.”



An awkward silence fell between us, or at least I felt awkward, I’m not sure how she was feeling. I’d just given my wife the green light to not only sleep with whomever she wanted, but I’d just dialed the exploration up by a factor of ten.



“I see,” Nichole finally said. She looked at me for a long time, but she kept a perfect poker face and gave none of her emotions away. “Ky,” began again, “if we do this, if you want to put that responsibility on me, then you have to communicate, you have to tell me what you’re feeling, like if I’m pushing too far. I don’t want to be rowing with you every day because you don’t like the way I’m doing things.”



“I understand,” I nodded in agreement.



Nichole seemed to consider for a moment and then nodded. I could tell she was done talking, so I helped her to bed and killed the lights.



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SUPER HOT chapters!!! And superhot the talking between Nich and Ky!!!!!! The teasing chats are unvaluable!!!! I love it!!!!



THANKS a lot Ky!!!!

[Duke Lattimore]

As clearly set forth in your thoughtfully selected excerpt, OOAA, it would appear that the power exchange between Ky and Nichole is quite complete.

Nichole likewise appears poised to fully submit and relinquish her power over her own sexual destiny, though the recipient of such carnal benevolence is not as yet clear, with Marcus, Wade and Morgan being the clubhouse leaders in this particular race. Can't wait to see how our deliciously deviant author scripts this next stage of Nichole's devolution.

Fair Warning to the formerly sweet Nichole: Be careful in your stewardship of your absolute power which you now possesses over Ky, as the Karma police are watching. And what goes around, comes around . . .

[couple_uk]

.... the Karma police are watching ..

Great!!

[dorsetben]

Awesome Ky! Great stuff as ever.

[SamWarrens]

Keep it coming Ky! Thrilling story!
Great characters. Great dialogue! Don't stop.

[OOAA]

Fair warning #1: This is LONG and esoteric. If you imbibe, you may need a cocktail or 2 to get all the way thru it, if you are so inclined.

Fair warning #2 (from Ky, in his introductory paragraph for “To the Edge and Back”): He intends to explore the “seedier side of this kink”. In doing so, Ky - and several other elite authors in the hotwife genre - are taking off the proverbial gloves and allowing their characters to delve into the darker recesses of the hotwife journey. Art finds itself imitating life. Who knew that darkness could be so refreshing?!?!?!?!?

Notes: A) Below paragraphs are numbered for easy reference. B) I use the phrase “Stag/Cuck” to refer to the hotwife’s husband. A stag permits the hotwife to step outside of the marriage, but has very limited involvement otherwise. A cuck seeks additional involvement, which may be anywhere in the spectrum from subtle (in the room with bull and hotwife to simply observe) to extreme (sexual denial and humiliation).

1) Now onto current developments in Ky’s instant hotwife classic, “To the Edge & Back”, and the delicious devolution of the formerly pristine and innocent hot wife Nichole.

2) The “seedier side of this kink” for Nichole’s character is manifested in the next phase in her downward spiral from hot wife to hotwife, this time in the controversial role of company whore. My initial reaction to this revelation was “I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!”. The initial reaction of my good friend OOAA was the exact opposite, as he clearly is not a fan of pivoting Nichole’s character in such a tawdry direction.

3) Those diametrically opposed reactions led both OOAA and me on a quest to peel back the layers of the onion and determine why each of us had such a reaction. And the answer actually is quite simple: Perspective. And our personal experiences clearly affect (and inform) our perspectives. I tend to read a hotwife story from the bull’s perspective, while OOAA tends to do so from the hotwife couple’s perspective.

4) My preference, from the bull's perspective, is to view the power positioning / power dynamic / power exchange that is implicit in the company whore trope as high octane adrenaline that keeps me coming back for more in hotwife relationships. The boss as the sexual overlord for a hotwife employee elevates the power exchange to a whole new and uber-decadent level. The power exchange also seems to amplify the intensity of the hotwife's reaction and sensitivity, while also maximizing her submissiveness. While I probably should be more attuned to the societal baggage and collateral effect on the hotwife at the personal level, I simply am not wired that way. And therein lies the angst that is so fundamental to the hotwife experience – the hotwife’s freefall into the abyss, where former boundaries become stepping stones to new depths of debauchery, the intoxicating allure and raw fear all encountered on this narrow path to sexual nirvana, where all other aspects of life are rendered tertiary.

5) OOAA’s preference is that the hotwife not delve into the stigmatized realm of company whore, as the collateral damage to her workplace reputation and to her persona would overwhelm the allure of such an adventure. His point is well taken. OOAA likewise noted that he understood my point - in power exchange, or power positioning, another level of escalation of the fantasy and the involved pleasure can be achieved through the company whore scenario.

6) In the afterglow of connecting perspective and reaction, it seemed logical to explore in more depth the concept of power positioning / power dynamic / power exchange. While this concept does not seem to generate significant discussion, it must be acknowledged as a critical piece of the hotwife puzzle.

7) Consider the scorching interactions in “To the Edge and Back”, but with Nichole being unattached and not in a serious relationship. In that context, Ky’s story would be monolithic – focusing on Nichole’s sexual evolution, with a total absence of the delicious angst that epitomizes the hotwife dynamic in a marital relationship.

8) Now juxtapose the current scenario: Nichole & Ky in a loving relationship that results in marriage, which initially is faithful, loving and traditional, with Nichole being beautiful, pristine and the occupant of as lofty a perch as can be scripted for a hot wife at the beginning of her journey to hotwife. So, in the beginning for Ky and Nichole, the power dynamic is one dimensional, with the marital vows positioning the power within the confines of their marital relationship, with the power dynamic being exclusively between husband and wife. No power has been exchanged with anyone else - at least, not yet.

9) Then Ky opens the door with this initial trigger:

While we were all sitting on the edge of the pool, I noticed my wife steeling glances at Marcus’ cock <remember, Marcus donned a speedo to put Nichole at ease in wearing a revealing bikini selected by Ky> when she thought no one was looking. Not only that, but her nipples were plainly visible through the small amount of material that covered her breasts. They were hard and standing up for all to see. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice. Seeing this made something inside me flare to life. The new feeling I’d experienced earlier exploded tenfold. An image of Marcus fucking my wife suddenly appeared in my mind and I felt my heart begin to beat more intensely.

After a moment, I shook the thought away. It was the oddest thing. I both wanted the thought to go away and I didn’t. Entertaining the thought was tantalizing and made something seriously primal stir inside me, but it also flipped another switch that flooded my system with angst and anxiety. The flood of emotions swirled together and seemed to give life to something new inside me, something I instinctively knew at some level was dangerous, and yet so powerful that I was helpless to force it away.

10) So, when Ky speaks of the “new feeling”, “flipping the switch”, “dangerous” and “powerful”, what is he referencing? Clearly, he speaks of the angst that simultaneously is disconcerting, intoxicating and exciting – and is the critical, fundamental emotion in the hotwife dynamic. But what actually is at the core of this emotion? To this point, the sexual relationship of Ky & Nichole had been exclusive. The power positioning in their relationship had been between them – and only them. As Ky considers opening the sexual door for Marcus & Nichole, Ky is initiating a shift in the positioning of power. He is relinquishing – or exchanging - a yet to be determined portion of his part of the marital power dynamic and giving it to Marcus and/or Nichole (with the actual allocation of power between them to be determined). In effect, he is exchanging his share of the control of the sexual aspect of the marital relationship for the exploration of his hotwife kink. He wants Nichole to receive the ultimate in sexual fulfillment, which selfishly also will give him what he perceives to be the ultimate in his sexual fulfillment, be it vicarious, with the implicit acknowledgment that he does not have the ability to take Nichole to such a lofty sexual peak.

11) As Marcus and Nichole move forward in their extramarital tryst, Nichole assumes almost exclusive control over the power dynamic in their marriage (ie. she is dictating the sexual tempo), while Marcus (with frequent assists from Rachel) assumes almost exclusive control of the power dynamic of Nichole’s sexual destiny outside of her marriage and sequentially expands her sexual experiences to include: in the present term - other sexual partners; in the near term, swinging with an expanded group of participants; and in the long term, setting up Nichole with employment controlled by a boss who subsequently could expand her sexual boundaries to new extremes, given the opportunity.

12) Thus, the power dynamic has evolved with this rather significant exchange: Ky became powerless; Nichole likewise became powerless, except with respect to Ky; Marcus assumed total control, at least in the short term, with the likelihood that he would pass control of the power dynamic at some future point. Thus, this initial power exchange was completed and validated by the subsequent sexual relationship between Nichole & Marcus and between Nichole & Ky.

13) Now, what could be the next steps in pushing the power exchange to a new and more intoxicating dimension? Or, as OOAA so aptly described it as “a level of escalation”.
* The introduction of Wade, with the consequence being Nichole’s evolution to size queen?
* With mind boggling orgasms that sealed Nichole’s fate as being totally submissive?
* With increasing extremes needed to feed Nichole’s burgeoning sexual appetite?
* With the introduction of multiple partners in a single evening?
* With the addition of the exhibitionism overlay, not only to heighten enjoyment but also as an indicator of Nichole’s sexual evolution and susceptibility to extremes?
* With Ky powerless to impose any boundaries?
* With Nichole’s submissiveness transforming her former boundaries into stepping stones to new depths of debauchery?
* AND NOW the possibility of Nichole becoming a company whore.
Welcome to a totally new level of escalation in the power exchange dynamic!

14) Remember, Nichole has emerged as the breadwinner for this young couple. Heretofore, the financial aspect of the marital relationship had been exclusively between Ky & Nichole. They made their own decisions as to their financial destiny.

15) NOW, with the emergence of the workplace as a whole new playing field for the power dynamic, Nichole & Ky have a new motivation for Nichole to be sexually compliant – financial security. Already a true sexual submissive, Nicole will become susceptible to new sexual extremes, with financial peril being a new and stronger motivation for Nicole & Ky to go along with whatever Morgan Schulz chooses to impose on Nichole, as his fresh, hot new spinner of a company whore. The financial overlay creates a whole new level of buzz in the power exchange dynamic. More extreme angst for both Ky & Nichole. More frequent sexual interactions, with Nichole’s workday becoming a much more expansive playground for sexual adventures than the occasional weekday and weekend. Irrespective of whether readers like the workplace / company whore scenario, it must be acknowledged that it pushes the power exchange to a scorching new level.

16) Of course, the workplace is not the only arena in which the power dynamic can be expanded beyond the basic power exchange that is fundamental in the entry level hotwife relationship between Stag/Cuck, hotwife and her extra-marital sexual partners. Other arenas also can be created, in varying degrees, in a variety of delicious scenarios: teacher/student; landlord/tenant; personal trainer/client; doctor/patient; producer/actress. Each of these scenarios, properly scripted, can add complexity, depth and heat to the power dynamic via a power exchange. New motivation for sexual compliance by the hotwife. New levels of influence and depravity for the bull. Additional helplessness for the Stag/Cuck. Fresh and raw angst from the threat (and implications) of outing the hotwife & Stag/Cuck (and, in some cases, from the outing of the bull).

17) Other "levels of escalation" also exist, beyond the personal relationships that are fundamental to the power dynamic. Such levels of escalation can be achieved by the bull's assertion of control, be it through: giving the hotwife mindgasms of epic proportions, which she never previously experienced, which she finds addictive and which can be leveraged by the bull to push her boundaries to new extremes that heretofore had been off limits; imposition of changes in attire and appearance; imposition of body modification; exhibitionism; and/or directives that intercede in the marital relationship (such as no marital sex within a week of the hotwife’s next extramarital tryst; mandatory condom usage for the Stag/Cuck; and involvement of Stag/Cuck in preparation of the hotwife for an upcoming tryst – such as shaving off her landing strip; purchasing risque clothing and lingerie in line with the bull's specifications; or preparation for the hotwife to lose her anal virginity). Personally, that's as far as I tend to go. I draw the line on humiliation, emasculation and sexual denial of the Stag/Cuck (as I believe dignity and reclamation to be incredibly important elements in a sustained hotwife, Stag/Cuck, bull relationship).

18) These other “levels of escalation” should be assessed not only for the immediate, visceral reaction of gratification, but also for the long term impact on the power dynamic in the relationship. Here’s a recent illustration.

Unbeknownst to the Stag/Cuck, bull has hotwife’s tongue pierced with a dual stud. But, instead of sending her home with the actual dual stud, bull sends her home with a flesh colored retainer that conceals the piercing, with it being noticed only if someone knows to look for it.

Hotwife: Honey, notice anything different?

Stag/Cuck: Other than the glow that you always have when you return home from a session with Duke, not really.

Hotwife (sticking out her tongue): Look closely. See it?

Stag/Cuck: What is it?

Hotwife: Wait a minute and I’ll show you.

She steps away for a moment and replaces the retainer with the dual stud.

Hotwife (sticking out her tongue): Now what do you think?

Stag/Cuck: Holy shit! When did that happen?

Hotwife (now speaking with a slight lisp, due to interference from the dual stud): About 2 months ago. We wanted to see if you would notice, and you didn’t. So, Duke thought I should bring it to your attention and give you a little demonstration.

Hotwife proceeds to give hubby his first blowjob executed with a tongue pierced with a dual stud, and the impact is amazing and immediate. It is not lost on the Stag/Cuck that this modification had occurred 2 months ago, and he never noticed. Quite the mindfuck for him, but it comes full circle when he derives unsolicited pleasure from the modification. In future interactions, the use of the dual stud can be used as a carrot to elicit additional concessions from him.

19) So, in the short term, the impact of this body modification, made subtle by the option to hide it with the flesh colored retainer, is visceral and real – a significant heightening of pleasure for the recipient and another valuable weapon in the hotwife’s sexual arsenal. In the long term, the bull has asserted more control over the hotwife by imposing a body modification that, when the dual stud is inserted, takes her far away from her former place as a pristine, faithful wife and now nudges her more toward the slutty / stripper / sex worker persona that is another manifestation of her sexual evolution and may be a harbinger of things to come. The existence of the flesh colored retainer opens the door for an extreme body modification that portends a greater divide between the reality of the hotwife's daily life and her alter ego as a hotwife with a bull - with the bull in control as to when the dual stud is displayed and when the tongue piercing is concealed. This level of control reinforces the completed power exchange and exemplifies a new level of escalation, with the bull yet again asserting total control, the hotwife totally compliant and the Stag/Cuck no longer capable of imposing any boundaries.

20) My conclusion is this: Power positioning / power exchange / power dynamic always should be considered and evaluated in all hotwife scenarios – whether in erotic fiction or erotic reality. Inherent in this concept is an element of self-awareness that merits greater focus and development in the hotwife genre. Simply stated, every act should be assessed not only for the immediate, visceral reaction of gratification, but also for the impact on the power dynamic in the hotwife relationship. More often than not, the focus is on the former. The latter deserves equal attention.

Cheers! Duke

@Duke my friend, what a brilliant analysis you have done!!! Thanks for including me in it

[JustWantToWatch]

Another amazing chapter!!

[KyGrappler80]

I’ve turned into the guy checking in constantly to see if you’ve posted an update. Higher praise doesn’t exist.

[Ky_Da]

I’ve turned into the guy checking in constantly to see if you’ve posted an update. Higher praise doesn’t exist.

Thanks for leaving comments. I check for those all the time. I’m afraid I’m going to be a little slower on new chapters in July. It’s summer time, and that means lots of time outside with the family. My wife’s only supportive to a point on letting me write for fun, then it’s family time.

I can say though, Nichole is adding notches to her bedpost, and poor Ky’s having to hold on tight as the train picks up speed.

[Duke Lattimore]

Ooooh-la-la! You had me at “train”, Ky - Double entendre not only permitted, but encouraged, especially for our newest “working girl!” Have a great July with your family. Cheers! Duke

PS - Might help us “train” our thoughts in the right direction and keep the hounds at bay if you have the time and inclination to drop us a few tea leaves on where you are headed in the next chapter (was that sufficient groveling so as not to come off as demanding???)

[Ky_Da]

Chapter 40


The brown leather seat of the Seven Series BMW made for one of the most comfortable rides I’d ever experienced. Everything about the car denoted class and elegance, from the touch screen displays of the entertainment system, to the massaging front seats, the car was simply nice. The BMW, Rafe had explained, was a company car that Morgan had made available for the occasion, and from the look on Rafe’s face, he didn’t seem to mind driving it. He was dressed perfectly as usual, looking relaxed and casual, wearing dress slacks and pressed button up shirt. He paired well with the car.



I had worn the nicest dress I owned, along with a pair of four-inch heels I’d bought from a Ross department store. I felt low class sitting next to Rafe, and like I didn’t even belong in the high-end luxury car. So far, I felt nothing short of inadequate from my first experimental step into Special Projects.



“Next time,” said Rafe as he pushed the car at speed toward the airport, “consider six-inch heels. You need all the height you can get.”



“Don’t be a prat,” I said distractedly, still trying to read through more of the information I’d been given about my contact. “Not all of us were born to be tall.”



“Hey, I’m not making short jokes,” Rafe protested. “But next time, please let me help you with your outfit.”



I rolled my eyes, “What’s wrong with my outfit,” I pushed back.



“Nothing, if you’re going for the girl-next-door look,” Rafe said, taking the freeway’s off ramp at double the recommended speed, which had the effect of pressing me against the door. “Which works for you,” Rafe added while taking the turn, “but you’ve got the potential to be model-level stunning with the right clothes and hairstylist.”



I looked up from my reading before I got sick from Rafe’s aggressive driving. “I’m happy with the way I look,” I said defensively. “And I don’t have the kind of money it takes to look like what you’re referring to… would you please slow down?”



“What, Hot Wheels is telling me to slow down?” Rafe said, smirking as he drove. “That’s rich.”



“It’s different when you’re in the passenger seat,” I murmured.



“Well I’m certainly not letting you in the driver’s seat,” Rafe said adamantly, but his tone remained teasing. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me as your chauffer for the afternoon—maybe evening.”



“Probably just the afternoon,” I said, not wanting to think beyond what was happing now. “Are you going to tell me what Catherine and you talked about?”



“I can,” Rafe answered, “but most of it depends on your decision.”



I pressed my lips together as I tried to decipher what he’d said, “Elaborate,” I said after a moment.



Rafe shifted in his seat. With his free hand, he rubbed the bottom of his chin. “Look, Nichole,” he began. “There are three things to cover here. First, my conversation with Catherine. I ended up actually meeting with both Catherine and Morgan.” Rafe let his chin go and turned his hand over, palm up. “Morgan laid out his plan for how he wants to build this Special Projects thing, and you’re a major component of his plan.”



“Me,” I asked, unsure why I was the center of Morgan’s attention as of late. “He barely knows me, and there are loads of other salespeople that are much more successful than me.”



“That’s partly why Morgan asked me to join,” Rafe said, “because while you have the potential to be solid in sales, that’s going to take time. Morgan asked me to work with you, much like we have been, to meet with the clients, and help close deals.”



“So you’re going to do the actual work, and then to seal the deal, I’m simply supposed to spread my legs and sleep with the client,” I said, my tone hot.



Rafe laughed and shook his head, but rolled his eyes and gave me an exasperated don’t-be-silly look. “Nichole, you’re the key to all of this working. If anyone should be upset, it should be me. I’m playing second fiddle to you



“How do you mean?”



“To start, I’m supposed to be your chauffer—which don’t get me wrong—I think that’s a good gig and all…” Rafe’s tone was flat and matter of fact enough that I couldn’t tell if he was upset by the chauffer responsibility… “But in the end, I’m simply backup. You’re going to take the lead with these clients. I’ll be there to add support when needed. If you need a hand with the technical help, or you need me to review subcontracts or purchase orders—stuff like that. Your primary job is to build the relationship with the client, to help him feel like he can trust us. I’m there to make sure you can stay on target. I’m going to take care of all of the logistics, scheduling, appointments, yada, yada, yada.”



“In other words, you’ll be my pimp,” I said, trying to match Rafe’s even tone.



Rafe blew out an exasperated sigh. He then completely surprised me by pulling the car off the side of the road onto a section with a wide shoulder. He turned to me, “Nichole, if you’re not on board with this, then let’s just call it. If you’re hung up by the morality of it, then don’t go through with it. I’m happy with my job the way it is, I’m not looking to disrupt a good thing. I’m here because Morgan laid out a potential path that could be a real win for me—and you, too.”



I sat without speaking for a long moment, but is seemed Rafe was content to sit with the car idling until I said something. “That’s why I’m here,” I admitted, feeling a little humbler, “I need the money.”



Rafe didn’t respond right away, as if waiting to see if I’d volunteer anymore information. Eventually, he asked. “So it’s all about the money? There isn’t any part of you that likes the idea of having a sexual relationship with these men?”



I sputtered and tried to think of a reply, but Rafe only pressed forward. “All the talk yesterday, about you and Ky experimenting sexually, that doesn’t play a part in any of this?”



I blushed slightly, and fought to keep my composure. “Rafe,” I tried to think of what to say, but it felt like a hundred thoughts tried to make their way out at the same time, and in the end, I couldn’t think of what to say.



“I saw the video,” Rafe picked up after I failed to make a coherent statement. “Catherine showed it to me.”



This time I knew I was blushing spectacularly. I closed my eyes and bowed my head slightly, “Blood hell, that video is going to be the death of me,” I said.



“Nichole,” Rafe said, his voice suddenly soft, “don’t feel embarrassed by it. Fucking own it. After seeing you in the video, I can see there’s a lot more to you than meets the eye. I thought the video was awesome by the way.”



I looked up suddenly, “Then why did you act so surprised yesterday when I told you about the party? You acted shocked that I’d cheated on my husband.”



“I wasn’t shocked at that,” Rafe said, pulling back and giving me a strange look. “I was shocked that you straights were getting up to something a little kinky.” Rafe chuckled when he saw my look of confusion. “Look, what I saw on the video, the stuff that happened at the Halloween party, that’s nothing compared to the gay party scene. We’ve been pushing the envelope on that front for years. No way babe, the only thing I was surprised about, is that a normal little straight like you liked to get her freak on.”



I sat there for a long moment before saying, “I’m not sure how to respond to that.”



“Nichole,” Rafe began again, leaning toward me slightly, “You only know the semi-serious work side of me. There’s a lot about me you don’t know. I don’t hide it. I’m not embarrassed about it. It’s just private, and something I only share with people I trust.” Rafe put his hand on mine, not in an intimate way, but in a way that felt assuring. “I’m not going to push you into something you don’t want to do, but from what I’ve learned about you, and having gotten to know you these last months, I think we could make a good team. There’s a shitload of stuff you’ll need to learn about, but I think I can help with that.”



I nodded as Rafe spoke, and something about his words made me feel slightly more at ease. “In complete transparency,” I said, finally finding my words. “There is a part of me that likes the idea of a sexual relationship being, well, part of it… but it feels like I’m crossing a line, and frankly, it’s a little frightening.”



Rafe nodded and squeezed my hand once before he let go, “That’s something I can completely understand.” Rafe turned to face forward in his seat, but didn’t put the car in drive yet. “Nichole, I’m almost forty, and in my time, I’ve done and seen some crazy shit. Weeklong sex parties, high on coke for days at a time, polyamory, you name it, I’ve probably done it twice. My point is, all that is part of who I am today. For better or worse, it’s all part of my tapestry. You learn by doing, and if an experience proves to be something you don’t like, then make different decisions the next time. You don’t strike me as someone that’s afraid to try something.”



I bit my lower lip as I listened to my mentor. I wasn’t sure if I agreed with all of his points, but he was right in that I wasn’t usually afraid to try something. Finally, I nodded, “Thanks,” I said, taking in a deep breath. “Let’s go to the airport.”



Rafe gave me a warm smile and put the car in drive, and soon we were on our way again. The butterflies were still flying around inside me, but I felt a bit better about meeting Arthur.



“So you think I need higher heels because I’m short?” I asked, feeling my mood change for the better as we drove. “A bloke’s not supposed to comment on a girl’s height.”



Rafe simply shrugged, “Six-inch heels look good on any woman, no matter her height,” he said calmy. “And, maybe you’re not short, maybe you’re like a huge midget.”



“What?!” I gasped.



“Yeah, seriously, maybe you’re super tall, for a midget.”



“You just called me a bloody huge midget?” I asked, unable to stop the laugh that escaped me.



Rafe shrugged again, but then got a very serious look on his face. “If this new Special Projects thing doesn’t work out, we should start like a flea circus. I’ll come out and say, “ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you, huge midgets,” Rafe said in a faux baritone announcer’s voice, “and then you and some of your short friends come out from behind a curtain and just kind of walk around. It’ll be huge. We’ll make like tens of dollars.”



I shook my head in disbelief, but still couldn’t stifle my laugh, “Tens of dollars?”



“Well, best we keep our perspective about things,” Rafe said, his seriousness slipping as he gave me a teasing smile.



We drove for several long moments in silence as we neared the airport. I received several texts on my work mobile from Arthur, telling me that he’d just landed and would be out in front of the airport soon. I responded that we would be waiting to pick him up, and then I received a text from Ky on my personal mobile. It simply read, ‘I love you no matter what. Please be safe and know that I’ll be wherever/whenever you need.’



I held my personal mobile tightly in my hand, appreciating the words my husband had sent. I inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly as we entered the pickup zone of the airport terminal.




Chapter 41


Watching my wife go to work Friday morning nearly killed me. Seeing her get dressed, spending extra time on her hair, her nails, her makeup, it all fueled the fire. And not just my fire, I could tell Nichole was feeling it, too. As we’d broadened the horizons of our sexual explorations, it was like my wife’s need for the erotic grew. Nichole had told me when she left for work Friday morning, that she was only going to meet with the client, but that she hadn’t decided yet how far she was going to go. I knew from experience that she would do more than ‘meet’ the client, because anytime I was faced with a temptation, and I hadn’t already made the decision on which way I was going to go, I inevitably chose to let it happen, to participate, to go along. In my gut, I knew she was going to sleep with the client.



Nichole was extremely distracted as she gathered her things and headed out the door. It drove my hunger to incredible heights watching her go out the front door and get into the car with Rafe. She wore a surprisingly conservative dress, but I noticed that she’d either taken the pads out of her bra, or she was wearing a different bra all together because her nipples were easy to see through the dress’ material.



Rafe gave me a wave as he drove off with my wife in the passenger seat, and I knew I was fucked, I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on anything important at work. And prophetically, that’s exactly what happened. Luckily, it was a Friday, and a lot of the upper management was out of the office, so I was able to fly under the radar relatively unnoticed.



The day passed with excruciating slowness, but eventually the day ended, and I made it home. For better and for worse, I was greeted by an empty house. Nichole had sent me a text just before she was supposed to meet the client, but then she was radio silent. One hour passed, and then another, and then another, I knew my gut feeling that morning had been right. But for some reason, this experience was proving to be very different for me. I was feeling an enjoyable cuck high, and the angst and the jealously were at tolerable levels. I edged myself a few times, but never let myself cum. That helped keep the good feelings going.



When it got to be ten o’clock, and she still hadn’t sent any texts, I started to get a little concerned. I sent Rafe a text, and he responded that all was good, Nichole was fine, and that he would call me later. That’s when I started to pace, my nervous energy building up to a point beyond my ability to sit on the couch any longer. I even put on my tennis shoes and went for a long, hard run around the neighborhood.



Finally, at a few minutes before midnight, my phone buzzed. It was Rafe.



“Hey,” I answered on the second buzz.



“Nichole’s fine,” Rafe said immediately—which I appreciated. “But you might want to head to bed, Ky. I don’t think Nichole’s going to be home anytime soon.”



“I take it she’s…” I left the rest unsaid, knowing Rafe knew what I meant.



“Oh yeah, has been for a while. I’m stuck downstairs watching Alone on Amazon Prime,” Rafe said, sounding slightly bored, but not necessarily bothered.



“Fuck,” I groaned, biting my lower lip. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep, but thanks for calling. “Where are you guys?”



“Morgan rented a house in Carlsbad for the client; ocean views, on the golf course, beautiful place.”



“Damn, talk about taking care of potential clients, we only give out company coffee mugs,” I said, feeling completely numb at the moment.



Rafe laughed, then said, “Nichole tells me you like to golf, how ‘bout we meet up next weekend? I’ve got a few connections, my treat.”



“Sure,” I said, surprised at the offer. “I’m always interested in getting out.”



“Fantastic, I’ll set it up and text you the details.”



“Yeah, thanks,” I said, feeling like the conversation had come to an end. “Please make sure she stays safe,” I added after a moment.



“Ky,” Rafe said, his voice completely serious. “I promise I’ll watch out for her. I’ll bring her home as soon as they’re done, but…” Rafe’s voice suddenly changed to one of uncertainty, “they’re really into each other already. I might not get her home until tomorrow night.”



“Seriously?” I said, feeling a sudden coldness drop into my gut like a gallon of refrigerant.



“Yeah, Arthur wanted to do some site seeing tomorrow, so we’ll probably head up to Malibu for the day.”



I nodded to myself as I heard the name of the client. Hearing his name made it feel so much more real to me for some odd reason. Now it wasn’t just some ‘client’. Now he was Arthur. I don’t know why, but it felt different. Put another notch on my wife’s growing list of men, I thought.


“Okay,” I finally said. “Just shoot me a text once in a while, alright?”



“Sure thing, Ky,” Rafe said, sounding like he was half board, half asleep.



I hung up the phone and closed my eyes. The dude’s-that’ve-fucked-my-wife list had only increased by one name, so I don’t know why I felt an almost unbearable level of anxiety. The list was only Marcus, a guy that fucked her, well, damn near countless times. Then Alex, who was only once. Next was Wade, and while he didn’t meet Marcus’ quantity, his number was rising quickly. And finally Arthur, the man she was with now. This was his first night with Nichole, but something in my gut told me that this was just the start, his quantity would more than likely increase as well. That made four men in about seven months. Probably not the most astonishing accomplishment when compared to other hotwives, but this was my Nichole, this was my wife.



I eventually went to bed, but that only made my brain start working overtime. Laying there by myself, staring at the empty side of the bed usually slept, only made me imagine what she must be doing with Arthur. She’d spread her legs, opened herself up to another man, taken another man’s cock into her vagina. I had no doubt she was enjoying the experience, despite this being for ‘work’, but that’s what I wanted for her, right? So why couldn’t I stop second guessing my decision at every turn?



I got a few fitful hours of sleep, and then woke up and went for another run. After the run, I lifted weights in the garage, determined to wear myself out so that I could sleep well the next time I had the chance. Marcus and Rachel had gone away for the weekend, which probably was for the better. I didn’t need the temptation of Rachel being right next door when my wife was gone, and I was feeling so horny. I would have fallen for sure.



The day passed slower than any day I could remember, and the sun was setting by the time I got a call on my phone. I was sure it was from Rafe, so when I saw Wade’s name, I felt a flash of surprise that it was him, and irritation that it wasn’t Nichole. I took the call.



“Wade,” I said, putting my phone on speaker while I flipped through the movies offered on Netflix.



“Hey Ky, is Nichole around? She’s not answering the phone,” he said. From his tone, I couldn’t tell if he was bothered or not.



“No, she’s working this weekend,” I said. I hadn’t thought about it before hand, but I didn’t really want to tell Wade that my wife was fucking a client. It made me realize that Nichole might need to tell her growing pool of lovers if she was adding another one to the mix. Or maybe she didn’t, I don’t know.



“Damn,” Wade swore, “she’s been busy this week. I was hoping to meet up with her.”



“You mean fuck her?” I said as flatly as I could. I could tell that Wade wasn’t sure how to respond.



“I wouldn’t turn it down, but as always, it’d be her decision,” he finally said, and I could tell he had chosen his words carefully.



“I’ll let her know you called when I see her,” I finally said.



I ended the call and returned to my waiting. Several times I sent a text to Nichole, asking how she was doing, telling her to be safe, and that I loved her. But all was silent.



Another hour passed, and I was starting to get down right irritate when my phone finally sounded. It was my wife, finally.



“Nichole,” I said, sounding a little frantic. “How are you?”



“Good,” she said quickly, and I could immediately tell she was in the middle of something. “I can only talk for a minute, but everything is going well.”



“Okay, good,” I said in relief. “It’s just turned out to be a lot longer thing than I’d been prepared for.”



“I know,” Nichole said. She sounded genuine. “Me too, but it’s gone extremely well. I’ll give you the details when I get home.”



“Are you still in Carlsbad? It’s getting late?”



“I know, I’m sorry,” she said. I could hear voices behind her, but I couldn’t make out any words. “We’re actually at Morgan’s house right now.” Nichole’s voice sounded hurried. I didn’t get the impression she was in any trouble, only that she was wanting to end our phone call quickly. “I can’t talk right now, Ky. I’m sor--,” she then stopped, and for a moment I thought something had happened, but when she spoke again, her voice sounded completely different. “Ky,” she said again, her voice now more controlled. “I’m not going to be home until tomorrow night, but while I’m away, there’ll be no wanking. I want you to wait and do that while I tell you about my weekend.”



I rocked back into the couch. Fuck, I thought, my eyes widening. Nichole had gone from being apologetic and perhaps slightly hesitant, to being in complete control and damn near defiant, or at least unrepentant. What the fuck?



“Uh, yeah, sure,” I stammered, feeling off balance from the sudden one-eighty. I shook myself and took a quickly breath, “Just be safe. I love you.”



“I love you, too,” Nichole said slowly, and with a searing intensity. She then ended the call.



I let out a loud breath and pulled my hand away from my dick, “Sorry,” I said, looking at my erection, “no relief for you tonight.” I let my hand drop to my side, leaned my head back onto the upper cushion of the couch, and closed my eyes. Delicious agony ran through me like a fuel additive, and it made me burn even hotter.



Chapter 42


As Sunday morning dawned, I sat at Morgan’s kitchen table trying to look comfortable in a dress I’d had on and off (mostly off) since Friday. Despite having taken numerous showers, my hair was mussed, and I felt completely out of sorts. Per Morgan’s instructions, Rafe had taken a very tired Arthur back to the rental house, leaving me with the president of the company to answer questions and summarize the business deal that Arthur wanted to work out with us.



“I’m extremely impressed, Nichole,” Morgan said. He was sitting across the table, his legs crossed casually as he leaned back in the chair and read over a draft contract. “This is way beyond what I was hoping for this weekend.” He flipped the page on the document. “The MRI scanners aren’t a problem… the PET scanners will take some work—we’re a little behind schedule on those. But I’m shocked he’s looking at proton beam therapy. That’s not exactly on off-the-shelf item. I’ll have to think how to respond to that.”



I sat for a moment and looked at the man. He was still intimidating, but in a way I was having a hard time describing. His greying hair gave him a very distinguished look, and he was so tall that when he was sitting down was the only time I could look him in the eye. He was older than Marcus, and so much more intense. And from what I could tell, unlike Marcus, who was usually content with ‘good enough’, Morgan liked to surround himself with the finest things in life. Nothing was ‘good enough’.



“We’ve got a lot to talk about, Nichole,” Morgan said, turning his attention to me and placing the draft of the yet-to-be-signed contract on the table. “But well done, extraordinary job.”



“Thanks you, Mr. Schultz.” I said, still keeping things formal. He had told Rafe to address him by his first name, but he’d never instructed me to do the same. Plus, it felt more natural to keep it formal with him.



“No, thank you,” he said again. “In fact, I’ll prepare a spot bonus of eight-thousand dollars for you and Rafe to be in your next paycheck.”



I felt my eyes widen at the good news. I wasn’t expecting that.



Morgan saw my reaction and gave me a smile, “If this all goes through, and we can work out some of the details and execute this contract, you’ll qualify for a substantial commission, but that could take months to come to fruition. These things take time.”



“That’s brilliant, thank you,” I said a little more enthusiastically than I’d intended.



Again Morgan smiled at me, his eyes felt like they bored deeply into my own. “Arthur’s provision that you go to France to oversee delivery and installation, will that be problematic for you? It could mean months away from home. That wasn’t my intention for you when I first asked you to be part of Special Projects.”



“I don’t know,” I said candidly, “I’ll need to speak with my husband and see what we can work out. It’ll be hard, but financially, it would mean a great deal to us.”



“It would be big for all of us financially,” Morgan confirmed, “and I’d offer to send Catherine in your place if I thought Arthur would accept that, but he seems to feel very adamant that it be you.”



I nodded in agreement. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” I said, referring to my husband. “I don’t want this deal to fall through when a few months of sacrifice can pay off in dividends.”



Morgan kept his gaze on me even after I stopped speaking. I felt like he was seeing my soul the way he was looking at me. He held up his hand to me in a gesture to stay where I was, and then he left the table and disappeared into the house for several minutes. When he came back, he stood, no, towered, next to me.



“Nichole,” he finally spoke. “I think you would look lovely with this.”



Morgan held out his hand, and from his fingers dangled a necklace. The chain of the necklace looked to be like the links of an actual chain, like the kind of chain used to tie loads down on a lorry. Only the links were thin and delicate. Morgan let the necklace slide through his fingers until a pendent dropped and then hung from the chain. The chain and the pendent were dark in color, like the darkest shade of grey before it became black.



I leaned in and took a closer look at the pendent. It was similar in shape and size to the identification tags I’d seen soldiers wear around their necks. Only this one didn’t carry identification information, this one held the intricately engraved image of a phoenix, its wings spread as if climbing into the sky. The detail was breathtakingly brilliant and incredibly beautiful.



“Would you wear this for me?” Morgan asked, unfastening the clasp and holding each end in his fingers.



He’d taken me by surprise, and with my guard completely down. He stood so close to me, and his presence had such an effect on me that I found myself moving my hair to the side and away from my neck before my brain had truly had a chance to register the request. Morgan placed the necklace around my neck and fastened the clasp. It felt heavier than I’d expected from its delicate size.



“I’ve always liked the phoenix, the whole idea of casting off the old and arising anew as something beautiful and strong,” Morgan said, taking a step back as if to take in the sight of me. “I’m excited for what the future brings, Nichole. You’ve got an extremely bright future.”



I don’t know why he affected me so, but I felt an extremely strong pull to the older man. I felt my pussy burn with anticipation as my thoughts filled with desires that he would take me. I had slept with Arthur two nights in a row, and even though I was knackered and wanted to sleep, I would have fucked the man if he’d have asked… or demanded.



“It’s beautiful, Mr. Schultz,” I said, touching the pendent gently with my fingers. “Thank you.”



Morgan simply nodded and gave me a warm smile. He then politely excused himself and left me to wait for Rafe to return. Not wanting to get lost in Morgan’s palatial like home, I found and then stayed near the front door until Rafe sent me a text that he’d arrived. With my heart in my chest, and still feeling overwhelmed with lust, I got into the loaned beamer and let out a heavy sigh.



“Is that a good sigh, or a bad sigh?” Rafe asked, a wry smile on his features. For the first time I’d known him, his clothes looked rumpled and tired. He looked tired.



“A good sigh,” I said, closing my eyes as Rafe drove inland and away from the coast. “Mr. Schultz is giving us both an eight-thousand-dollar spot bonus for the weekend.”



“Hey, I wouldn’t turn that down,” Rafe said, his voice enthusiastic. I heard him slap the steering wheel several times in excitement. “And the commissions won’t suck either, I’m sure.”



“That’s what the boss said,” I said, feeling relaxed and content about the weekend. I was looking forward to seeing Ky again, but I was also craving something else.



The clock on the car’s dashboard read, eleven o’clock. I still had time, it wasn’t even noon yet, I thought to myself. If I went home now, I would have fun with my husband, but I knew I wouldn’t find the satisfaction there that I felt I needed.



“Rafe,” I said, sitting up in my seat, “Can I ask a favor?”



“After this weekend, and the commissions I’m looking at?” he asked, “Anything, seriously, I’m yours to command.”



“I need to make a stop before you take me home, but I might be there for a couple of hours,” I explained, and then asked, “would you mind?”



“Not a problem,” Rafe said, reaching up and brining up the maps on his mobile. “Where to?”



I gave him the address and he entered it into the destination. Rafe tilted his head to the side slightly, “This is a residential neighborhood, who live here?”



I felt myself smile as I said, “My boyfriend.”



The look on Rafe’s face was priceless.



Thirty minutes later I was crying out as Wade pressed my chest into the mattress. His hips thrust forcefully against mine, making my knees slide out and the rest of my body fall into the mattress. I felt Wade’s chest against my back as he continued his assault, my pussy burned with that mixture of pain and pleasure I was starting to crave and that so far, only Wade could provide.



“Ignoring me all week,” Wade grunted, his pace not slowing. “You inconsiderate little shit.”



“I’m seeing—ah! I’m seeing you now—oh god. I haven’t even seen my—oh fucking hell! I haven’t even been home yet. I came to you before Ky,” I said quickly.



“I’m going to send you home well-used then,” Wade said, thrusting his cock in deep.



“Oh fuck,” I groaned at the feeling.



“You won’t even be able to feel Ky’s dick in you after I’m through,” Wade said, his tone a mix of arrogance and playfulness. “In fact,” he picked up again, “Soon Ky’s going to want nothing but hand jobs from you because your hand will feel better to him than your pussy. That’s what’s going to happen once you’ve been custom fitted to my cock.” Wade pressed into me deeply again, burying himself to his dick root and then holding himself there. “Tell me that’s what you want. Tell me you want me to stretch out your little pussy. Tell me you don’t want to be able to feel your husband in you anymore.”



“Wade,” I said, my tone whining even to me. My eyes were clamped shut, small tears escaping from their corners.



Wade’s hand dropped down to my clit, and he started to rub at it with his index finger while his member was still completely embedded in me. Feelings of pure euphoria exploded in me. For a big brute, Wade always surprised me with his ability to gently touch my most sensitive parts. He also knew when I wanted more pressure, and more aggression. He soon had me writhing furiously under him, the sensory overload far too much to take.



“Tell me what I want to hear, or I’ll keep fucking you until you have to go to work tomorrow,” Wade demanded.



“Wade, I can’t spend the night with you,” I said, biting my lower lip hard as my orgasm hit me like a hundred city busses. I knew Wade’s ardor wouldn’t ease as my orgasm passed and everything became too sensitive to touch, so I simply gave into the overpowering pleasure and released myself to the feeling of unrestrained freefall. I could feel all my worries and anxieties fade away as I drown in the euphoric haze that enveloped me.



Wade laughed, “Defiant little slut,” he murmured, “I guess it’s time to up the ante.”



Surprisingly, I felt Wade pause. I had expected him to escalate his aggressive assault on my pussy, but he held himself still, so I relaxed momentarily and took in several deep lungfulls of air. Despite the cool air of the afternoon, I could feel my skin glistening with sweat. Suddenly I felt Wade’s weight shift and then I heard a light ‘pop’ sound. Next I felt a cool liquid cascade between the crack in my arse. The feeling immediately made me clinch and my body seize.



“Wade,” I gasped as I felt the cool liquid run over my arse and across my pussy. I then felt his thumb rub across my rose bud, applying a deep pressure as it passed.



“Relax,” Wade’s voice soothed. He pushed his thumb into me, and surprisingly, it slid in with little effort. “You’re ready for this.”



“Oh god Wade,” I said through panicking breaths, feeling his thumb press into me again.



The bed shifted under me as Wade adjusted his position, and I grabbed handfuls of the sheets under my hands. I felt his thumb retract, and suddenly I knew what was coming next. I wanted to relax, but it felt next to impossible as I felt the tip of Wade’s thick cock begin to press at my nether hole. The pressure built up, and for a moment I thought Wade might change his mind, but then the fat head of his cock pushed passed my barrier, and I felt several inches of him enter me. Every muscle in my body suddenly seized at the intrusion.



“This is like fucking a virgin,” Wade said, his voice strained as though he were speaking through his teeth.



“That’s because you are,” I spat and then moaned as I felt more of him penetrate me, “bloody plonker.”



Wade chuckled but stopped his intrusion, giving me time to catch my breath. It was a familiar feeling of being stretched, but the intensity was dialed up higher than I’d thought possible.



“Such a filthy mouth on a posh girl,” Wade said after a tsk. He pulled his cock out slightly, and then pushed back in gently.



“Bastard,” I hissed, feeling a deeper penetration still. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”



“That’s it, let big ole bad Wade in,” Wade said, referring to himself in the third person.



I groaned as I felt Wade’s thick cock probe deeper inside of me. Already the intense burning was beginning to fade, giving way to yet a new and unfamiliar pleasure. I wanted to scream, cry, breakdown, and whoop with joy simultaneously.



“…being shagged by a bleeding ogre,” I groaned almost inaudibly. I bit the knuckle of my hand trying to keep my sanity from fleeing away.



Wade’s slow rhythm suddenly changed, his tempo increased. And with each thrusting ingress, he explored virgin territory. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second, Wade’s hand slapped the cheek of my arse. A loud ‘smack’ sounded in the room. I cried out as my eyes went wide, and I was about to scramble away and run for home when a flood of endorphins made me see spots in my vision.



“I think you liked that,” Wade said, a teasing smugness in his tone.



This time I felt a slap on my other cheek, and both pain and pleasure exploded through me. I could feel myself breakout in a sweat as if I’d just run the fastest kilometer of my life. Several more open-handed blows followed, each pushing me yet higher into the peaks of lust and need. After a moment, I realized the spanking had distracted me, so much so that Wade’s cock was now completely buried into my burning arse. His strokes weren’t hurried, but not slow either. A warmth flooded me, and I felt a new orgasm beginning to build.



But before I reached another climax, Wade began to cum. He grunted loudly as he slammed his hips into the cheeks of my arse and emptied himself in me. I could feel his body tremble against mine. As he finished, Wade pulled out and then went directly to the loo. I laid there panting heavily, my heart beating furiously. I had just had anal sex… and I had enjoyed it.



I wouldn’t want to do that every day, but I felt a deep contentment at having just been taken in my arse, and I’d done it with Wade. I knew it was a stupid thing to feel pride about, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure at the accomplishment. I could have laid in bed the rest of the day—after the loo and a shower—but I needed to get home to my husband.



I pushed myself up and got to my feet, my legs wobbly and generally unsteady. Wade exited the loo, but as I began to enter, he stopped me and shook his head.



“I don’t think so,” he said, a taunting smile on his face. “I’m sending you home full of cum.”



“Wade don’t be so uncivilized, it’ll be running down my legs in a moment,” I protested and began to push passed the giant of a man.



“There’s no way you’re getting into the bathroom now,” Wade chuckled again, “not after calling me uncivilized—and an ogre.”



“You’re an aggravating git sometimes, you know that, yeah,” I said, trying to look as intimidating as I could, which is nearly impossible when you’re a foot-and-a-half shorter than the person you’re trying to intimidate.



“I’ll be more ‘civilized’ next time if you don’t ignore me for a week, and then come looking for a quick hookup,” Wade said, and I could tell he was a bit bothered that I hadn’t at least called.



I sighed and nodded, “You’re right, that was unfair of me,” I admitted. “Now can I please use the loo?”



Wade still didn’t move, “Next time maybe,” he said, his eyes glancing at the door. “I know you have to get home, so be sure to at least text me tonight. No more ignoring me.”



I growled and balled my fists. This was completely ridiculous, but the man wasn’t moving. I could feel cum already starting to leak out of me. Not having many options, I went to the side of the bed where my dress lie crumpled on the floor, and picked it up. I felt Wade’s eyes on me as moved, and even though I tried not to feel it, I still felt that lustful heat that the man ignited inside me.



“Where’s my bra, and knickers?” I asked, not seeing them near my dress where I knew I had last seen them.



I looked back at Wade. He’d moved to stand in the door to the master bathroom, his hands were above his head, bracing against the wall above the doorway as he leaned out and stretched. He gave me a shrug, and an I-have-no-idea kind of look, but otherwise he didn’t say anything. My eyes betrayed me and I looked down to his waist where his thick cock hung down like a small elephant trunk, thick veins clearly visible ran down its length. I felt a chill at the sight, and as always, an excitement and pride that I was woman enough to take it.



Feeling petulant, I sat on Wade’s bed and scooted my arse back and forth, trying to wipe some of the cum away.



“Nice,” Wade laughed, shaking his head at my antics.



I stood and pulled my dress on, taking a moment to adjust it as best as I could manage. My nipples had shown through easily before, but now they were positively obscene looking. I could feel them harden and tingle at the thought of having to go outside like this. I had thought to leave straight away, but I couldn’t bring myself to be that much of a bitch. I went to Wade, reached up behind his neck, and pulled him down for a searingly hot kiss.



“Neanderthal,” I said in a whisper after I broke the kiss, my lips feeling puffy and raw.



“Slag,” Wade said with a laugh, his voice low and raspy.



I have him one more quick kiss and then turned and left. I knew I looked disheveled at best, but there was nothing to be done for it until I got home. I did nick a hand towel from the kitchen downstairs on my way out to the car.



I felt guilty for asking Rafe to wait in the car while I was with Wade, and I wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d simply drove home and left me there. Afterall, he’d spent the entire weekend driving me around and doing everything I’d asked of him. I knew he had a financial incentive to do it, but I still felt like I’d asked too much of him. Still, I was grateful to see the car on the other side of the street as I left Wade’s home.



“Holy shit,” Rafe said slowly as I put the hand towel down on the seat to protect the leather. “I’ve seen freshly fucked before, but you do it like no one else.”



I got into the car and fastened my seatbelt, trying but failing not to blush to the roots of my hair. I again tried to adjust my dress to hide my nipples, but it was futile, so I quickly gave up. Rafe was simply going to see what he was going to see. I reeked of sex, dried sweat, and whatever remaining perfume clung to my skin.



“I’m sorry, that took longer than I had though it would,” I said as Rafe once again put the car in drive and pulled out onto the street.



“It’s fine,” Rafe said amicably. “I’ve never dropped a girl off for a booty call before—or maybe it’d be called a cock call.”



I laughed tiredly, “I don’t know,” I said, feeling more relaxed and at peace than I’d felt all week. “But I needed that.”



“You are an endless surprise, Nichole,” Rafe said, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “We better get you home to your husband. I hope you have a little energy left.”



I hoped so, too.

[Open2it]

Great chapter. Especially enjoyed how Nicole had Rafe take her to Wade’s before going home.

[OOAA]

Really eager for the talk between Nichole and Ky at home...

[Frenchie]

That was brillant !!

[dorsetben]

Fantastic continuation Ky. A real treat my friend!

[R_H_NC]

Kind of concerned that Nichole chose to go to Wade's before going home. It shows, IMO, a level of insensitivity, even disrespect for her husband.

This was her first time gone for a weekend. With someone whom Ky didn't even know the name of. Communication with her was almost non-existent. And she goes to get her fill of the XL cock before going home.

This could be and is actually one of those power exchanges Duke speaks of. The danger with power exchanges is when the balance shifts too far one way or the other. I also think it isn't entirely about pushing Ky's buttons but a level of hedonistic desire on Nichole's part. Ky loses in these situations. Much like when she started her nearly daily surf/fuck sessions with Marcus. Ky was in a dead-bed situation until he spoke up.

I realize this is fiction.....just my 2 cents on Nicole's behavior. Ky knows how much I admire him and his writing.

Despite my comments, great chapters !!

[jap71]

Hy Ky_da,
excuse me for my english, not my language. I want just thank you for your amazing job;
a mix of fetishes, romanticism, perversions and care of the details. It's not very easy hold together all these elements because, often, they go to differente directions (in the real life of course). It will be still more difficult (and more interesting) to continue to do it, if, like I suppose, you are going to explore bi fantasies...But, until now, you always gave me the impression of a couple absoutly in love and Nicole and ky, beeing inspired from your life, I really hope in a happy end also if you seem to press the accelerator of the cuckold angst "without limits". For example I love so much the idea of Nicole working in a "golden world", with interesting people (and good lovers..),full of splendor and taste of the beautiful things and a always higher salary, while Ky works in a tiny space for not many dollars. But with his little salary, Ky always takes care of the needs of Nicole ( the travel in U.K. or the air conditioning..). So romantic and perverse in the same time, fantastic! Thank you so much for your amazing story and enjoy your July holidays!
P.S. Compliments for the timeliness of your chapters. Quality and quantity are not synonymous !!!(at least in italian), but for you they seem the same!

[SamWarrens]

Arthur wants to fuck her for a month! Poor Ky!
What if in that month she gets knocked up?
Poor Ky! Poor Nichole!
Oh my!