To the Edge and Back

[OOAA]

SOOO great to hear from you!!! And all great news!!! I am really happy!

[SamWarrens]

Hope you get your family well settled, particularly the twins. Have you had the daughter yet?
Hopefully the crazy schedule will end soon.

[KyGrappler80]

Glad to hear from you. We will send spicy food in exchange for stories.

[ILV23+]

Ky, As an American living permanently in the Philippines I say you are in for a wonderful experience. Even a country as alike the UK can be to the US the differences can make your life very interesting and sometimes challenging. Enjoy every minute!

[Ky_Da]

I know! It’s been a while. I finally had some time to start writing again, but I had to make a few attempts to get back into the groove. I finally decided to publish this small chapter as a good warm up to get started again. My posting schedule will be a little erratic as I’m doing a lot of traveling these days, so bear with me please. And also, please hang on and keep reading. I know the story isn’t going exactly as some would like, but it has a few twists and turns that I think are worth hanging in there for. Our main characters are like all of us. They’re going to make some big mistakes, hopefully learn from them, and take new directions. Cheers!



When I’d last seen my wife, she was perfectly primped for her work date. Not a hair was out of place, her dress was perfect, her makeup was perfect, and she looked vibrant and energized. The woman I saw return was the antitheses in every way. Nichole’s hair was disheveled, her dress looked unsalvageable, she wore no makeup whatsoever, and she looked so exhausted that I was surprised she was still on her feet.



I felt angry, frustrated, betrayed, and extremely worried. And yet, I was painfully hard as I took in Nichole’s form and my mind raced with the possibilities of what she had done to make herself look this way. In a sentence, she had been used, ridden hard and put away wet.



“I know you’re upset,” Nichole said, setting her small purse on the end table by the sofa. She looked down at me, hesitant to approach where I sat. “You have every right to be…” she tapered off.



“You told me you were going to raise the stakes on our game,” I said, pausing until she looked me in the eye. “And damn did you. My guts have been tied up in knots all weekend.”



“But you’re alright—we’re alright?” she asked meekly. It made my heart feel lighter that she was looking for some reassurance from me.



I did my best to smile and show more confidence than I felt, “Of course we’re alright,” I said, gesturing for her to take a seat on the couch. “But I’d be lying if I said everything was perfect. I wasn’t prepared for this date of yours to go all weekend.”



“I am sorry about that,” she said quickly, scooting a few inches closer to me. I noticed that she was keeping her legs pressed tightly together. “I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I had a lot of pressure put on me to close this deal, and the client was determined to drag out the process until the last minute.”



“That’s not surprising. I probably would have done the same,” I said bluntly.



Nichole shrugged but then nodded, “Mr. Schultz had paid out a tremendous amount of money to rent the client a house overlooking the ocean, not to mention all the expensive meals, rental cars, and other gifts. But it worked, we closed the deal.” Nichole’s brow rose suddenly, “I don’t know what the commission will be yet, but I got an eight-thousand-dollar bonus tonight.”



“Seriously?” I said, leaning back into the sofa. “Fuck,” I sighed, feeling a hundred emotions at once.



“What is it?” Nichole asked, putting her hand on my knee. “I thought you’d be a bit more excited about that. It’s enough to repair the air conditioning unit.”



“Yeah…” I said, thinking only briefly about the AC unit. “Okay, all games aside for a minute,” I said, sitting up slightly. “Are you okay with everything. I mean you realize what happened this weekend.”



Nichole gave me a look of half irritation and half frustration, “Of course I know what happened. I was there, yeah. And you can’t be cross with me. We discussed this all before I left.”



“Yeah, I know, I know,” I quickly conceded, “I guess it’s just really hitting me now that it’s actually happened.”



Nichole glanced down at my crotch as I adjusted my erection in my pants. Her eyes came up to meet mine as she raised one brow slightly, “So…” Nichole reached over and placed her hand on my erection, “what are you trying to tell me?” she gave me dick a small, quick squeeze. “Are you having second thoughts? I know this weekend was more than we’d planned for, was it too much?”



I blew a breath out as I shook my head, “I survived it, but it definitely pushed me to the edge,” I answered, enjoying the feeling of Nichole’s hand on my dick, even though it was on the outside of my pants. “It’s just that, well, I feel a little helpless sometimes. If something had happened… I had no idea where you were. I couldn’t have done anything.”



“I’m sorry, Ky,” Nichole said even more sincerely. “I’ll try to do better about letting you know where I am, but you can always track me on my phone, yeah.”



“Oh, right, I didn’t think about that.”



Nichole’s hand stroked my dick slowly, and she bit her lower lip between her teeth for a long moment before saying, “I thought you would be more excited about the spot bonus. I know you were stressed about coming up with the money.”



It took me a moment to gather my thoughts as she repeated her concern. “That’s great news about the money,” I said. I internally winced as I heard myself speak the words, and I could tell by Nichole’s reaction that I hadn’t sounded convincing. “Listen, my emotions are warring against each other right now. Of course having the money will help—thanks. It’s just that, when I think about it, it’s like fuck, my wife made that money by sleeping with someone. You were basically…” I stopped talking and closed my mouth.



“… A whore,” my wife said, finishing my sentence, her voice teasing.



I made an uncomfortable laugh, but nodded. “To put it bluntly… fuck. I can’t believe you just came out and said that.”



Nichole’s smile grew into a devilish grin, “I know, it sounds so wicked. But it seems to get your motor going,” Nichole’s eyes glanced up at mine briefly before returning again to my crotch. “I’m surprised you’re taking this all in as well as you are. I thought you’d be going spare by now.”



I fell back against the couch cushions again as Nichole unfastened my pants and pulled my dick out. “I probably would be if this was our first experience, but I’ve had some time to get used to it I guess.”



“You mean you’re alright with your unfaithful wife being a whore?”



“Oh fuck,” I groaned in more of a whispered sigh, “You’re killing me woman.”



Nichole removed her hand, and I was about to protest, but stopped when I saw her remove her dress. She wore no panties, and I could instantly see her bare pussy, it was a dark pink in color and looked puffy and well-used, it looked angry.



“We don’t have to if you’re sore,” I said as she straddled my legs. Nichole guided my dick into her entrance and I immediately felt her liquid warmth. I couldn’t believe how different she felt. I’d wondered if she’d felt different to me before, but I’d thought that it was all in my head. This time, however, there was no question she felt different.



“I want to,” my wife said with a sigh, pulling her hair to the side as she leaned against me. With almost a painfully languid pace, Nichole rocked her hips back and forth against mine.



The slow pace and limited friction helped me not to cum too quickly, but I knew I was getting close. I took a moment to observe my wife and felt a stab of insecurity as I realized her breath was even and steady. She wasn’t making any sounds at all, much less the passionate moans and cries I’d heard from her countless times when she was with Marcus or Wade.



I wrapped my arms around my wife and squeezed her butt cheeks in my hands. “Nichole, I want to feel you cum,” I said, using my hands to keep her body moving against mine.



“Ky, it’s been a long weekend. I don’t think I can,” she said, her voice soft in my ear.



“Yes you can,” I said. And with that, I lifted one hand and then brought it down forcefully against her ass cheek. My hand struck hard against her flesh, and the sound of the painful slap was impressively loud. Nichole yelped and stiffened against me. “Remember the Halloween party, being in front of all those people, watching your slutty cunt get fucked.”



Nichole let out a guttural moan, slipping her hand between us, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing furiously while we fucked. “I should be furious with you for saying that.”



“But you’re not, are you?” I asked rhetorically. “You get off on it. You like thinking of yourself as a slut.” This time I let the other hand fall, slapping the flesh of the other cheek. I felt the fingernails from Nichole’s freehand dig into my back as she signed in contentment.



“Yes,” she said softly, her breathing coming in more ragged as her fingers worked her clit.



“You want this to be your life now, don’t you?” I said, “fucking other men, letting yourself be a true slut, not just playing a role.”



Nichole didn’t immediately answer, but I could feel her acceptance in the increased energy of her body next to mine.



“Yes, I want that,” she finally said, her voice sounding more wanton than I’d ever heard before. “I’m almost as mental as you are. But you want this, too. I can see it in your eyes. You might get cross with me and want to row sometimes, but deep down, you want other men to fuck me. You want me to be a slut.”



A euphoria like I’d never experienced flooded my body like a hit from a powerful narcotic. My throat was so constricted I wasn’t sure I could speak. I nodded my head, trying to clear my throat. “So I guess we just lean into it then?” I said, feeling almost disembodied from myself.



Nichole paused ever so briefly, pulling back enough so that she could look me in the eyes. “I think that’s what I want… no more pretending we’re playing a game—but only for a time—not forever.”



“Okay,” was all I could say as Nichole pressed herself against me again, her body quickening.



“Do I feel loose to you?” Nichole whispered into my ear. “My boyfriend shagged me before I came home. My client wasn’t much bigger than you are, so I needed a proper sized cock before I came home to my cuck-boy.”



“Oh shit,” I groaned, instantly spilling my load into my wife. I was about to apologize for cumming when I felt Nichole’s body tense against mine. She didn’t cum as hard as I’d seen in other occasions, but it felt incredible to feel her body touching mine, feeling her muscles tense and twitch against me as she finished.



With a heavy sigh, Nichole collapsed against me, resting her head on my chest. “I’m so full of cum right now.”



“Oh god,” I groaned. “You’re really trying to kill me early, aren’t you?”



Nichole laughed lightly, her head remaining on my chest, “You’re talking shite, of course not, just trying to keep you lusting and jealous.”



“Then you’re succeeding wildly,” I said, running my fingers through her dark hair. “So what’s next? How busy is this new position at work going to keep you?”



Nichole shrugged, but made no attempt to move. It had been a while since I’d held her like this, and it felt wonderful. “I’m not sure yet, but I’m sure I’ll learn more on Tuesday. I have tomorrow off since I had to work the weekend.”



“Good god, Nichole,” I breathed out, thinking about what she actually meant when she said ‘working’. “It’s going to take a while to get used to this.” I ran my fingers gently down her spine. “Oh, I ran into Marcus this morning, I guess he and Rachel are headed to Costa Rica for a while. Did you know that?”



“Mm-hmm,” Nichole hummed through closed lips. “They own a small house near the beach down there, and Marcus tries to spend a few months each year surfing down there. I meant to mention it to you a while ago, but it slipped my mind.”



“I’m surprised he didn’t try to take you with him,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound too relieved.



“He knows I have to work.”



Despite having just had sex, I felt amped up and excited from our talk. I’d felt a number of shifts in my views as our experience in hotwifing broadened, but now if felt as if something huge had happened. I realized that the decision to ‘lean into it’ had been a tipping point. “You know, now every time you mention work now, it, well, kind of has a different meaning.”



Nichole giggled, “I suppose that’s true.”



“Does your boyfriend know about you…” I paused briefly to try and find the right word, but then I realized I was trying to tactful, and I doubted I could get a reaction out of Nichole by being tactful. “…becoming a corporate whore.”



I felt my wife’s hands clutch at me as she sighed throatily, “Bloody hell that’s an erotic thought.”



“Yeah, I got a charge just from saying it. It’s amazing how powerful a word can be.”



I heard Nichole intake a slow breath through her nose. She exhaled against my shoulder. “No, I haven’t said anything to him—but to be fair, there usually isn’t much talking between us.”



“Nichole,” I said, a touch of reprimand in my voice. “He needs to know.”



“You’re right,” she said quickly, almost reflexively. After a second she added, “He won’t like it, but you’re right.”



“And you need to be extremely careful about using rubbers—you can’t take any chances.”



Nichole shifted herself to my side, and I could tell without looking that there was a huge pool of cum around my dick and lower thigh. It wasn’t all mine either. I’d have to cum twenty times to produce that amount.



“I did use protection with the client,” Nichole said, her head still resting on my shoulder, “but not with a rubber, those belong on pencils.”



I rolled my eyes but still laughed, “You know what I mean; condom, prophylactic, cock sock.”



“Cock sock,” Nichole spat with a laugh.



“What did you call them growing up?”



“Forbidden if you were around mum,” Nichole said. “But my brothers and their mates called them jonnies mostly, and I knew a girl in school from Germany that called them naughty bonnets.”



“Then I’ll swing by the store tomorrow and buy a pack of jonnies then.”



“Well, make sure to buy different sizes. They’re not one size fits all, yeah.”



I shook my head at the thought, “I can’t believe we’re seriously having this conversation. I mean when I think about work supplies, it’s usually paper, pens, printer ink, that kind of thing. Not naughty bonnets.”



Nichole turned to me and kissed me lightly on the cheek, her hand snaking its way down to my dick. “But I see your little jonnie likes the thought.”



“Yeah, but he’s a treacherous little bastard,” I said jokingly.



“I don’t know about that,” Nichole said, giving my average sized dick a squeeze. “I still like him. But I need to have a shower. Let’s go upstairs.”



I nodded and sat up, seeing for the first time the pool of cum left from my wife. Holy fuck, it was like she was a damn snail. I watched as Nichole cupped her hand over her pussy and skittered off toward the stairs. My head swirled and I had to take a few deep breaths before I stood up. I was surprised that I felt as excited about things as I did. I’d fully expected that small voice, you know, the good little angle on your shoulder, to be screaming at me that I was making a mistake. But oddly enough, it wasn’t there.

[OOAA]

Sooooooo long wait..., made the story quite forgotten...

I reread last three chapters, then go on with this unnumbered one, probably Chapter 43...

... but being the corporate whore is not my thing... probably I am a more "classical" wannabe cuckold LOL (more connected/involved into the couple feelings...)

Nice to see you here again Ky!

[Frenchie]

Welcome back, Ky !

I'd like some details from the week-end but it's all good.

I like the corporate whore idea and i 'm eager to see where it goes.

[SamWarrens]

Good chapter!
The corporate whore thing is going to be fabulous!

I bet she will need a lot more of Wade to fill out her need for cock after the average or less than average cocks of her clients ' not even her hubbie's cock will do it for her.

[Duke Lattimore]

Ky:

Welcome Back! You certainly packed a helluva lot in your "small chapter"! I really love how you have brought the power exchange front and center in Nichole's delicious devolution. And SO MANY spectacular "bread crumbs" to hint at the darkness that is forthcoming:

(1) "It's going to take awhile to get used to this . . . I was surprised that I felt as excited about things as I did."
Ky is all in, with the final victim being the good little angel on his shoulder, which was the last of his allied forces to evacuate, leaving him utterly powerless to impose any limits on Morgan's total domination of Nichole.

(2) “Does your boyfriend know about you…” I paused briefly to try and find the right word, but then I realized I was trying to tactful, and I doubted I could get a reaction out of Nichole by being tactful. “…becoming a corporate whore.” WOW. Could you possibly wedge any more heat into a single sentence?!?!?! Nichole thus has acknowledged that she will be waiving the flag as the starter in the drag race between Morgan & Wade for complete control of her sexual destiny. To the victor belong the spoils . . .

(3) “I can’t believe we’re seriously having this conversation. I mean when I think about work supplies, it’s usually paper, pens, printer ink, that kind of thing. Not naughty bonnets.” Ink very well could be added to "naughty bonnets" on the new and emerging list of work supplies, with the spoils to the victor in the Nichole Grand Prix including a shiny new prize adorned with his proprietary logo.

(4) And for my favorite (actually more of a baguette than a bread crumb), which is the consummate example of Ky's carefully chosen words transforming his readers into voyeurs, with front row seats for Nichole's pirouette in her downward spiral into the hotwife abyss and Ky's complete immersion in the corresponding hotwife angst:

“Remember the Halloween party, being in front of all those people, watching your slutty cunt get fucked . . .”

Nichole let out a guttural moan, slipping her hand between us, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing furiously while we fucked. “I should be furious with you for saying that.”

“But you’re not, are you . . . You get off on it . . . You want this to be your life now, don’t you . . . fucking other men, letting yourself be a true slut, not just playing a role.”

“Yes, I want that,” she finally said, her voice sounding more wanton than I’d ever heard before. “I’m almost as mental as you are. But you want this, too . . . deep down, you want other men to fuck me. You want me to be a slut.”

A euphoria like I’d never experienced flooded my body like a hit from a powerful narcotic. My throat was so constricted I wasn’t sure I could speak. I nodded my head, trying to clear my throat. “So I guess we just lean into it then?”

And the sound? That was the screen on my laptop, as it melted into a dark puddle of the same alluring hue as the horizon that awaits Nichole & Ky . . .

Cheers! Duke

PS - Sam, you are assuming that Morgan is going to permit his key employee to deploy her resources beyond the work environment. Remember that Morgan, being deeply embedded in the "lifestyle", is well aware of the key ingredients in the powerful narcotic that not only will feed Ky's euphoria, but also will keep Nichole both filled and fulfilled. And, lest we forget, France is a LONG WAY from San Diego . . .

[WatchinginNJ]

Ky_Da. Just want to say I love the direction this is going. Just to keep you inspired for every 6 people that respond, 1000 have read the thread. So it's appreciated.

[Ky_Da]

Ky:

Welcome Back! You certainly packed a helluva lot in your "small chapter"! I really love how you have brought the power exchange front and center in Nichole's delicious devolution. And SO MANY spectacular "bread crumbs" to hint at the darkness that is forthcoming:

(1) "It's going to take awhile to get used to this . . . I was surprised that I felt as excited about things as I did."
Ky is all in, with the final victim being the good little angel on his shoulder, which was the last of his allied forces to evacuate, leaving him utterly powerless to impose any limits on Morgan's total domination of Nichole.

(2) “Does your boyfriend know about you…” I paused briefly to try and find the right word, but then I realized I was trying to tactful, and I doubted I could get a reaction out of Nichole by being tactful. “…becoming a corporate whore.” WOW. Could you possibly wedge any more heat into a single sentence?!?!?! Nichole thus has acknowledged that she will be waiving the flag as the starter in the drag race between Morgan & Wade for complete control of her sexual destiny. To the victor belong the spoils . . .

(3) “I can’t believe we’re seriously having this conversation. I mean when I think about work supplies, it’s usually paper, pens, printer ink, that kind of thing. Not naughty bonnets.” Ink very well could be added to "naughty bonnets" on the new and emerging list of work supplies, with the spoils to the victor in the Nichole Grand Prix including a shiny new prize adorned with his proprietary logo.

(4) And for my favorite (actually more of a baguette than a bread crumb), which is the consummate example of Ky's carefully chosen words transforming his readers into voyeurs, with front row seats for Nichole's pirouette in her downward spiral into the hotwife abyss and Ky's complete immersion in the corresponding hotwife angst:

“Remember the Halloween party, being in front of all those people, watching your slutty cunt get fucked . . .”

Nichole let out a guttural moan, slipping her hand between us, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing furiously while we fucked. “I should be furious with you for saying that.”

“But you’re not, are you . . . You get off on it . . . You want this to be your life now, don’t you . . . fucking other men, letting yourself be a true slut, not just playing a role.”

“Yes, I want that,” she finally said, her voice sounding more wanton than I’d ever heard before. “I’m almost as mental as you are. But you want this, too . . . deep down, you want other men to fuck me. You want me to be a slut.”

A euphoria like I’d never experienced flooded my body like a hit from a powerful narcotic. My throat was so constricted I wasn’t sure I could speak. I nodded my head, trying to clear my throat. “So I guess we just lean into it then?”

And the sound? That was the screen on my laptop, as it melted into a dark puddle of the same alluring hue as the horizon that awaits Nichole & Ky . . .

Cheers! Duke

PS - Sam, you are assuming that Morgan is going to permit his key employee to deploy her resources beyond the work environment. Remember that Morgan, being deeply embedded in the "lifestyle", is well aware of the key ingredients in the powerful narcotic that not only will feed Ky's euphoria, but also will keep Nichole both filled and fulfilled. And, lest we forget, France is a LONG WAY from San Diego . . .

Man I appreciate your comments. Thanks for taking the time to pull out the things that caught your attention - that feedback is so helpful because it lets me know what’s connecting with the reader.

The power exchange has always been an interesting subject to me because it’s so woven into our daily lives and we rarely notice. My challenge is to use it appropriately, and yet not lose Nicole’s character completely. She’s not a docile flower.

[Ky_Da]

Ky_Da. Just want to say I love the direction this is going. Just to keep you inspired for every 6 people that respond, 1000 have read the thread. So it's appreciated.

Thanks for the comment, and the reminder. I hope people are reading, but the comments always help.

[Duke Lattimore]

Ky:

Thanks for your note.

Nichole most definitely is not a docile flower. I envision her as a bouquet of gorgeous pink roses. Morgan gets each rosebud as it emerges in full bloom, while Ky gets the thorns.

The question becomes: How many roses will be included in Morgan's bouquet? And who will be there to give Ky periodic transfusions from the thorn-induced bloodletting, when he finds that he can't resist the urge to grasp at each stem as it is harvested by Morgan? Such delicious angst . . .

Cheers! Duke

[R_H_NC]

Although it's probably more a product of my mind than my supposition of Ky's (fictional Ky) but I was surprised at his very mild reaction to Nichole's admission that she stopped at Wade's to get thoroughly fucked prior to coming home to him. Particularly since he declared some irritability over her lack of communication over the weekend.

This is clearly indicative of her "her downward spiral into the hotwife abyss" to quote Duke. Of course he was balls deep in her at the time she mentioned it and I feel that is no coincidence. We see it IRL here all the time (or as IRL as OHW can be at times). Throwing out potential hard-to-take bits of information while the brain is deprived of it's full blood supply.

[OOAA]

Ky:

Welcome Back! You certainly packed a helluva lot in your "small chapter"! I really love how you have brought the power exchange front and center in Nichole's delicious devolution. And SO MANY spectacular "bread crumbs" to hint at the darkness that is forthcoming:

(1) "It's going to take awhile to get used to this . . . I was surprised that I felt as excited about things as I did."
Ky is all in, with the final victim being the good little angel on his shoulder, which was the last of his allied forces to evacuate, leaving him utterly powerless to impose any limits on Morgan's total domination of Nichole.

(2) “Does your boyfriend know about you…” I paused briefly to try and find the right word, but then I realized I was trying to tactful, and I doubted I could get a reaction out of Nichole by being tactful. “…becoming a corporate whore.” WOW. Could you possibly wedge any more heat into a single sentence?!?!?! Nichole thus has acknowledged that she will be waiving the flag as the starter in the drag race between Morgan & Wade for complete control of her sexual destiny. To the victor belong the spoils . . .

(3) “I can’t believe we’re seriously having this conversation. I mean when I think about work supplies, it’s usually paper, pens, printer ink, that kind of thing. Not naughty bonnets.” Ink very well could be added to "naughty bonnets" on the new and emerging list of work supplies, with the spoils to the victor in the Nichole Grand Prix including a shiny new prize adorned with his proprietary logo.

(4) And for my favorite (actually more of a baguette than a bread crumb), which is the consummate example of Ky's carefully chosen words transforming his readers into voyeurs, with front row seats for Nichole's pirouette in her downward spiral into the hotwife abyss and Ky's complete immersion in the corresponding hotwife angst:

“Remember the Halloween party, being in front of all those people, watching your slutty cunt get fucked . . .”

Nichole let out a guttural moan, slipping her hand between us, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing furiously while we fucked. “I should be furious with you for saying that.”

“But you’re not, are you . . . You get off on it . . . You want this to be your life now, don’t you . . . fucking other men, letting yourself be a true slut, not just playing a role.”

“Yes, I want that,” she finally said, her voice sounding more wanton than I’d ever heard before. “I’m almost as mental as you are. But you want this, too . . . deep down, you want other men to fuck me. You want me to be a slut.”

A euphoria like I’d never experienced flooded my body like a hit from a powerful narcotic. My throat was so constricted I wasn’t sure I could speak. I nodded my head, trying to clear my throat. “So I guess we just lean into it then?”

And the sound? That was the screen on my laptop, as it melted into a dark puddle of the same alluring hue as the horizon that awaits Nichole & Ky . . .

Cheers! Duke

PS - Sam, you are assuming that Morgan is going to permit his key employee to deploy her resources beyond the work environment. Remember that Morgan, being deeply embedded in the "lifestyle", is well aware of the key ingredients in the powerful narcotic that not only will feed Ky's euphoria, but also will keep Nichole both filled and fulfilled. And, lest we forget, France is a LONG WAY from San Diego . . .

AMAZING feedback master Duke !!!

[OOAA]

Ky:

Thanks for your note.

Nichole most definitely is not a docile flower. I envision her as a bouquet of gorgeous pink roses. Morgan gets each rosebud as it emerges in full bloom, while Ky gets the thorns.

The question becomes: How many roses will be included in Morgan's bouquet? And who will be there to give Ky periodic transfusions from the thorn-induced bloodletting, when he finds that he can't resist the urge to grasp at each stem as it is harvested by Morgan? Such delicious angst . . .

Cheers! Duke

Quite floral by the way

[SimpleEnigma]

Hands down one of the best tales on this or any other forum. Please keep entertaining us!

[Ky_Da]

44



Marcus grunted his familiar, strangled groan, and I felt his member pulse inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his back and enjoyed the feeling of his warm body against mine. I loved the way this lean, toned surfer’s body felt. Wade’s body was all hard muscle, but he was so large in size that I always felt overwhelmed. With Marcus I felt safe, comfortable, at ease. I also enjoyed the feeling of clean sheets as this morning Marcus had wanted to make love in his bed instead of the usual ‘quickies’ we enjoyed in his Jeep after surfing.



“Are you sure Rachel doesn’t mind us using your bed?” I asked, Marcus’ cock still lodged deep inside of me.



“She was the one who recommended it actually,” Marcus said to my surprise. “I think she wanted to give us a moment before we left for Costa Rica.”



“That was very kind of her,” I said, thankful for the older woman’s thoughtfulness. “It’s going to be strange not being able to go surfing with you. I’ve enjoyed the, exercise,” I said, giving his thick member a purposeful squeeze with my Kegel muscles.



Marcus chuckled and rested his body on mine. This was another thing I enjoyed about Marcus. While he was almost as tall as my husband, his lithe body didn’t crush the life out of me like Wade’s. In fact, the weight of him felt reassuring.



“Believe me, I haven’t minded either,” Marcus retorted. I kept my pelvic floor tightly flexed as my lover slowly pulled out of me, milking the last of the cum out of his cock. “Damn, you’ve gotten good at that.”



I smiled at the compliment. It seemed a silly thing, but I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride. Marcus pulled himself free, but instead of rolling off to the side like I’d expected, he pulled me into a tight embrace and buried his face into the crook of my neck. The feeling instantly sent chills down my spine and caused my legs to explode in gooseflesh. I squealed loudly and tried in vain to push my lover away, but he only gripped me tighter. I then felt his mouth latch onto my neck and an almost painful suction begin.



“Marcus!” I gasped, pulling at his head. He didn’t stop, however, and a small part of me didn’t want him to. “That’s going to leave a mark,” I said after a few more seconds had passed. When he still didn’t stop, I reached up, found his nose, and plugged it tightly so that he couldn’t breathe until he quit sucking. I fully expected him to stop straight away, but after almost a minute, he still hadn’t released me.



“Bloody hell!” I cried, pulling at his head and straining to get away again. “How long can you hold your breath?”



After what felt like an eternity, Marcus finally relented and broke the seal between his mouth and my neck, “Haha, I had to leave you something to remember me by,” Marcus said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, a wry smile on his lips.



“You cheeky bastard,” I said as I put my hand to my neck and scrambled out of the bed. Entering the loo, I looked in the mirror above the sink, my eyes instantly found the love bite. “Oh my god,” I gasped, seeing the dark red mark. “You bloody prat! I have to work tomorrow, and there’s no covering this up.”



Marcus’ laugh rang out from the bedroom. He obviously wasn’t bothered. I looked back at the mirror at the angry red mark. Ky had accidentally given me a love bite on our honeymoon, but it was so faint that it was almost gone the next day. I’d never had one this dark—I didn’t know it was possible to get one this dark.



I used the loo and returned to the bedroom. Marcus laid comfortably on the bed, his eyes closed, and his thick cock leaning to one side. This was the man who had been at the beginning of it all, my first experience of infidelity. Since that day, I’d had that cock countless times. I’d grown more comfortable with it than my husband’s. Poor Ky, I thought. He’d had a lot less of me since this all started. But in all fairness, Ky seemingly liked me to wank him off with my hand more than have actual sex these days. He certainly came harder when I used my hand while I teased him.



“Are you staring at my cock,” Marcus teased, his eyes now open. I flushed and broke my gaze from his. “I’m more than just a nice cock you know. I feel so objectified,” he said, his tone sarcastic and dry.



“Cheeky git,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I should use one of Rachel’s strapons on you for this.” I pointed to my neck and shot Marcus a glaring look.



His smile only grew, however, “Yeah, alright,” he said easily. “I know where Rachel keeps them.”



His response made me frown in disappointment. “You really would let me, wouldn’t you?”



“Sure,” Marcus said, “It’s been a while, but why not.”



“I suddenly don’t want,” I said poutingly, sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling deflated, “it doesn’t seem like it’d be much fun if you’re not at least a little resistant.”



“That’s because you’re a sassy little bitch,” Marcus said, gesturing for me to come to him.



I turned in the bed and moved to his side, curling up close to him to feel his warmth again. Winter in San Diego wasn’t exactly cold, but I still missed the warm days of summer. Without thinking, I reached my hand out and lightly wrapped my fingers around Marcus’ cock. It felt strong and warm despite being flaccid.



I had been thinking all morning about whether I should tell Marcus about my new position at work or not. With Ky having gone to work, I didn’t feel a need to hurry the morning along, but it was now almost noon and I needed to get some serious house cleaning done – Ky was bullocks at doing any real, deep cleaning.



After a long moment of silence, I decided to ask, “Have you spoken to Mr. Schultz—er, Morgan, lately?”



I felt Marcus shake his head, “No, we’re not as close as we used to be. When he started making really big money, he fell into another circles of friends, so we don’t connect as often as we used to. But that’s life. Things are always changing. I’m glad it seems to be working out for you—working for him I mean.”



I felt Marcus’ cock begin to firm under my touch. I always felt a thrill when I felt a man’s cock harden. It gave me such a deep sense of satisfaction. “It’s worked out brilliantly,” I said, continuing to enjoy the feeling of a cock in my hand. I was a second away from telling him about my weekend and my new position into Special Projects, but with this being our last day together for a while, I decided not to say anything, at least for now.



“I’m happy about that,” Marcus said. “I know Morgan’s involved with some extremely powerful people around the globe. I’m still amazed at how meteoric his rise has been. And, well, getting to know you, I’m sure you’ll do as well as you want to with his company. The skies the limit for you, Nicky.”



“Thank you,” I said sincerely. It felt good to hear Marcus’ words of affirmation.



“Just know that it’s okay to want less, too,” Marcus said. I was about to ask him to elaborate when he continued, “I mean if life gets too crazy, and you wake up one day and realize you’d rather be surfing in Costa Rica, call me. I know of a few house for sale down there.”



“That’s something to think about,” I said, not knowing what else to say. I wasn’t sure what he was on about.



Marcus chuckled and wound his fingers into my hair, “I don’t mean to try and be all philosophical. I’m just saying be careful not to lose sight of what you really want. Or maybe even more basically, make sure you know what you want, and then don’t let Morgan, me, or anyone else deter you from it.”



“That makes a lot of sense,” I said, pondering his words. “What is it you want?”



Marcus looked to think about that for a moment, and when he spoke, he did so slowly, pausing between each word, “Simplicity, my marriage to continue, my kids to find their passion, and maybe for Gavin Newsome to be recalled.”



I smiled at his reply, “Most of that sounds feasible, well, maybe not that last bit.”



“A guy can dream, right?” Marcus said. “And I do have one more thing I want.”



“And that is?” I asked, feeling his fingers tighten in my hair.



“Your lips around my cock one more time.”



I followed Marcus’ lead and allowed myself to be positioned between his legs. I instantly smelled the headiness of his cock as it was still covered with our combined juices. He was growing harder by the second, and it made my heart begin to beat quickly, a warmth spreading in my chest and between my thighs.



I licked lavishly up and down all sides for several seconds until he was fully hard, and then I opened my mouth and took in the tip of his cock. I sucked on it gently for a moment while I prepared myself to take him all the way down. For months now I’d been practicing at deep throating his member. If he’d been even an eighth of an inch thicker, I swear it wouldn’t be impossible. But as it was, I could manage as long as I relaxed and didn’t let my gag reflex be triggered.



Opening my mouth more fully, I took more of his length in, it’s girth filling my mouth and pressing against my lips. I could feel the head of his cock at the back of my throat, the pulse of his heartbeat against my tongue. There was a time that I thought this act repulsive, that a woman should never debase herself to suck off a man, to have his knob in her mouth. But that was before I let myself experience it. Now it made me feel almost intoxicated. The feel of the hot skin in my mouth, the way I could feel the man’s every emotion, it made me feel powerful, and stoked my fire to a fever pitch.



I took several deep breaths and then pushed myself forward, letting Marcus’ hard cock press its way down my throat. The first time was always the hardest, my senses automatically rejecting the intense intrusion. But I knew that feeling would fade quickly if I let myself relax. The only real uncomfortable feeling was the burning in my throat, but even that was far from unbearable.



After the second attempt, I was able to press my lips to Marcus abdomen. I felt his balls against my chin, and the feeling set off a small explosion of lust in my pussy. I then pulled back just enough so that I could take a quick breath, and then I took in his entire length again. Until now, I’d only been able to deepthroat him a few times, and then I’d need to take a break. So I’d use other oral techniques until I was ready to deepthroat him once more. This time, however, I was determined to deepthroat him until he came.



As soon as I’d taken a new breath of air, I took him down my throat again. This set my rhythm, pressing forward until my nose touched his stomach, and then back only enough to breath, doing my best to simulate sex, only with my mouth and throat.



“Oh fuck, Nicky,” Marcus groaned through clinched teeth. “I’m not going to last long.”



I felt Marcus’ hand on the back of my head, urging my pace to quicken. I know some girl’s don’t like the bloke to grab her head, but for some reason I found I liked it. I began to worry that I wasn’t going to be able to continue much longer. My jaw began to ache, and my throat burned so much, but I felt that Marcus was close.



Finally, I felt Marcus grip the back of my head and pull me tightly to his core. A second later I felt the spasming twitch of his cock on my lips. I held my breath, trying not to panic as I fought off the need for air. For me it was an odd and new sensation. I knew I wanted to breathe, needed to breathe, but the euphoria I felt somehow deadened all my survival instincts. I felt every powerful surge of Marcus’s cock in my throat as he unleashed a torrent of cum straight into my stomach.



I suddenly found that I could breath again, and I inhaled greedily at the fresh air. I panted furiously for several long seconds, trying to find my bearings and assess what had just happened. It was the first time someone had cum in my mouth, and I hadn’t tasted it. My mouth was clean and free of any sperm.



“That was incredible,” Marcus said breathlessly, “fucking incredible.”



It filled me with excitement beyond belief to hear his praise. The burning sensation quickly faded, and I rested my head on the inside of Marcus’ thigh. I held onto his cock and rubbed my thumb gently across the thick vain that ran along the bottom. I was going truly going to miss this. For some reason, Wade came to my mind, and I felt slightly bad for him because he would never be able to experience a blow job like Marcus just had. Or at least I wouldn’t be the one to do it. But then it was probably doubtful any woman could. The man’s cock was simply too fat.



“Ky’s a lucky man,” Marcus said, his breath finally slowing.



Marcus’s words were like an ice bath, and I felt a sudden cold as I realized that I’d barely been thinking about my husband. I used to purposefully keep him in my mind, even when I was with someone else. But more and more, that was growing hard to do. And lately I hadn’t been thinking about him at all. I would need to make sure he knew how much I loved him, maybe a nice evening filled with music and sex. But then again, maybe Ky would only want a handjob…




45



Walking into the office, I found that all the things in my cubical were gone. A small sticky note on the desk read, “moved to 812”. I pursed my lips and looked around. There were a number of people in the office, but they were all busily typing on their computers or talking on the phone. No one had even noticed me enter. Fuck, I swore in my head. Swearing wasn’t something I used to do often, but lately it seemed I was doing it more and more. I put my hand self-consciously to my neck, I’d hoped to be able to make it through the day unnoticed. I’d done my best to cover up Marcus’ love bite, but it was simply too large and too dark.



I returned to the lobby and went up to the top floor of the building. I knew number 812 was in the executive wing of the building, and with the exception of the couple of times I’d been to Mr. Schultz office, it wasn’t a place where I’d spent much time. And it was the last place I wanted to be, looking like a teenage girl who had let a boy kiss her neck for too long.



I made my way to the floor and entered through the double doorway that led into segregated offices. The Global Medical building was nice in general, I’d always thought, but these offices were posh. I massive saltwater aquarium was built into the wall on the other side of the entrance doors. It was filled with the most colorful fish and other sea life. I could easily spend hours staring at it.



“Mrs. Ryan,” I heard a woman’s voice sound behind me.



I turned quickly to the secretary’s desk. It took me a moment to remember her name. “Elaine,” I said, remembering her name at last. “Please, just call me Nichole.”



Elaine looked to one side of the office and then the other like she was worried someone was spying on them, “Maybe when Mr. Schultz isn’t around,” she whispered conspiratorially, “he likes to keep things very formal.” The secretary glanced quickly to my neck, but then returned her eyes to mine without further comment.



“Oh, alright,” I said in surprise, noticing for the first time how well Elaine was dressed.



The older woman had a plain face with thin lips and pale skin, but her clothes were well-chosen and high-quality enough that she looked extremely professional. I didn’t know Elaine well, but she had a reputation for being very detail oriented and organized. She had been Mr. Schultz assistant for years.



I looked at the name plaque on Elaine’s desk, “I’ll remember that Mrs. Levy.”



The older woman waved at me dismissively, “I’m more than happy to go by first names as long as Mr. Schultz isn’t here. And congratulations on being promoted to Special Projects by the way. I know it’s been something Mr. Schultz has wanted to make happen for a long time.”



“Thank you,” I said, taking a step toward her desk. It took me a moment to process what she’d just said. She spoke with a thick accent, Texan maybe, I thought to myself. I still had a hard time identifying the southern accents. “To be honest, I feel a bit out of sorts at the moment. I wasn’t expecting to be moved to a different office, especially not in this part of the building.”



“That’s certainly understandable hon,” she said, standing from her chair, “Let’s see if we can’t make you feel more comfortable.”



I followed Elaine’s lead past the aquarium to the central conference room where a massive wooden table was placed in its center, it was surrounded by high-backed leather chairs. Several large flat screen monitors were mounted against the far wall. I looked over to the corner office where I knew Mr. Schultz office was located and found that the blinds were pulled, blocking view of anything inside. The offices adjacent to his belonged to the executive management team, each door held a name plaque that started with the title Vice President.



I felt a wash of relief when Elaine led me to opposite end of the office, away from the VPs and what was sure to be high stress and constant scrutiny. My office was at the end of the hall, tucked nicely away from everything as if it was meant to have a secluded feel to it. I heard myself draw in a sharp breath when I took in the interior of what was to be my new office. It was bloody enormous.



The ceilings were ridiculously high overhead, several expensive looking light fixtures hung from above, but even though they were currently off, the natural light from the large windows was more than sufficient to brighten the room nicely. Large, empty bookcases were mounted to a wall behind a very modern-looking yet rustic wooden desk. Two stiff looking sitting chairs sat in front of the desk, and on the other wall was a full-size leather sofa. There was a large rug in front of the desk that gave the space a warm feel.



“This is amazing,” I said, looking around the office for the third time, trying to take it all in.



“It even has a private bathroom,” Elaine said, pointing to a door at the end of the bookshelves. It matched the wood pattern of the bookshelves so well that it was hard to make out. “This used to be Catherine’s office, but she’s here so little these days that it was decided you would make better use of it. And don’t worry, it was Catherine’s suggestion, you’re not kicking anyone out.”



“This really is amaz…” I paused as I noticed a large vase filled with roses at one end of the desk. I walked over to them and touched one of the petals. From the fragrance I knew they were real even before my fingers touched the flowers.



“Those were delivered for you yesterday,” I heard Elaine say from behind me. “I’ll just let you get settled, but I’m not far away, so don’t hesitate to ask me for anything you might need.”



“Thank you,” I said, giving Elaine a brief nod before turning my attention to the envelope that was next to the vase.



I opened the note and read: ‘To my lovely Nichole. Thank you for such a wonderful time. You were a wonderful experience that I will never be able to forget. I hope to see you again soon. Arthur.’



I felt myself flush as the memories of the weekend surged through me. The man had a talented tongue, and used it generously. I’d never been kept on the edge for so long in my life. Biting my lower lip, I put the note back in the envelope and set it on the desk. I then bent over to inhale the flower’s bouquet when I heard a quick knock at the door.



“Busy?” asked Mr. Schultz. He stood in the door’s entrance, waiting for my reply. He was dressed in a perfectly fitting, dark suit, with a blue, button-up shirt, and silk tie. He looked distinguished to the point of intimidating.



“No, Mr. Schultz,” I quickly responded, trying to look calmer than I felt. My hand moved reflexively to my neck, but I stopped it and forced myself to be still.



“I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of moving your office and having your personal effects moved yesterday,” he said, stepping into the spacious office and looking around the room. He didn’t wait for a reply before continuing, “Feel free to decorate as you see fit. These offices are meant to be personal spaces. We all spend so much time here that I want everyone to feel comfortable.”



Mr. Schultz walked toward me while simultaneously reaching into the inside of his suit coat. He took out a small, leather wallet and opened it. He then removed a plastic credit card from its contents, and while the wallet was only open for the briefest of moments, my eyes caught the glint of a JP Morgan Palladium card. I only knew of the card because I’d gone down a rabbit hole one day online and happened to come across it. The card itself supposedly cost a thousand dollars because of the rare material is was made from, and was only given to the extremely wealthy. At least that’s what I read online.



“Here’s a new company card,” Mr. Schultz said, handing me the traditional green and white American Express card. “It’s set to meet the needs of your new responsibilities. Just give Mrs. Levy your… that’s an impressive hickey.” Mr. Schultz’s eyes fell to my neck, but his smirk and subsequent chuckle didn’t make it sound like the older man was upset about the unprofessional display.



I quickly covered my neck with my hand and felt myself burn bright red. “Apologies sir, things got a bit out of hand,” I said in an almost inaudible mumble.



“Did your husband give you that?” he asked, his eyes meeting mine.



My first instinct was to lie and say yes, but it felt like Mr. Schultz eyes were looking directly at my soul. I knew in an instant that he would know if I lied, so I shook my head, “No, it was someone else.”



“I’m curious, anyone I know?” Mr. Schultz asked, and then quickly added, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”



With a heavy sigh, I gave up the name, “It was Marcus, sir.”



Mr. Schultz’ barked out a laugh and then rolled his eyes. “That shouldn’t surprise me,” he said, shaking his head in mirth. “Anyway, give your receipts to Mrs. Levy, and she’ll take care of the expense report,” Mr. Schultz paused for a brief moment and then added, “And, don’t worry about what might be on some of those receipts. Mrs. Levy is discreet and trustworthy.”



I accepted the card with a nod, but couldn’t think of anything to say for a long moment. Feeling the silence stretch on uncomfortably long, I simply said, “Thank you.”



Mr. Schultz’s lips pursed slightly before he took a quick look back into he hallway behind him. He held up a finger and then went to the door and closed it. Returning, he gestured to one of the stiff chairs in front of the desk and I happily took a seat. My legs were feeling a little weak from the building anxiety in my chest.



“How are you feeling, Nichole,” Mr. Schultz asked, partially sitting on the desk in front of me, making it so that I had to look up sharply to meet his eyes.



I took in a deep breath and held it for two seconds before exhaling, “Overwhelmed, anxious, excited, maybe a little intimidated.”



Mr. Schultz gave me a warm smile that actually put me at ease, at least slightly. “All understandable,” he said, glancing at the door, “and thank you for being so honest with me. I wanted to take minute to chat with you before the day gets started.” Mr. Schultz folded his hands together and rested them on his thigh. “First, you’ve already had an incredibly successful start, far better than I would have ever thought possible. I feel like I’ve got a tiger by the tail with this new Special Projects Group we’ve finally got moving forward, and that’s exciting, but I want to be careful that we don’t make any missteps, and I want to take some time so that you and I can build a solid relationship of trust.”



“I would like that,” I said, feeling even more at ease.



Mr. Schultz nodded and continued, “I’ll do the best I can to give you some time, but my schedule is always a little hectic. Catherine will be your best resource to help if I’m unavailable. In fact, she’s going to be spending a lot of time with you for the next few weeks. After that, I’m afraid she’ll be doing a lot of traveling. Do you have any questions for me you’d like to ask?”



I’d had at least a dozen questions a few minutes ago, but in the moment, they all fled. Bloody hell, why was I feeling so nervous? I was better than this. “I suppose just a couple at the moment,” I finally managed to say, “do I need to follow up with Arthur? What do I need to be doing today, tomorrow?”



Mr. Schultz looked over at the flowers on the desk, “I think Arthur’s quite taken with you,” he said with a grin, “but this is where I want to differentiate us from everyone else,” he began to explain. “I don’t want to lead anyone on to where this all just becomes meaningless business transactions. I know I’ve mentioned this before, well, more-or-less. The intention is to build real relationships with people. Arthur is a perfect example. I like the man. He’s proven to be trustworthy so far, so I don’t want him to feel like you’re simply a perk for buying from us. I need you to understand the budgets, the schedules, manage the correspondence, and so on. Rafe will be there to do a lot of the work, and we’ll have other subject matter experts as needed, but I need you to understand it all as best you can so that you can work with Arthur to make sure he and his people are a hundred percent satisfied with what they’re buying.”



I nodded as I took in his explanation, “I can do that,” I simply said.



“That said,” Mr. Schultz picked up again, “you also have to manage the other side of it.”



“Other side?”



Mr. Schultz pointed to the card in my hand. “You are an incredibly important asset, so I need you to take extreme care of yourself. That means taking time to go to they gym, the salon, the spa, going clothes shopping, not putting in extreme hours so that you have the sleep you need… basically, it’s everything my wife loves to spend money on. That card is to pay for all of that—consider those business expenses.”



“Oh,” I said, looking down at the card in my hand. I was about to say thank you when Mr. Schultz cut me off.



“Don’t thank me. It’s all part of your new role here. Actually, Rafe should be here soon to take you clothes shopping.”



“Mr. Schultz,” I said, unsure of what I was going to say, but feeling that I needed to say something. “I’m perfectly capable of going clothes shopping for myself.”



Mr. Schultz chuckled, and his brow rose. He looked about to say something, but then changed his mind at the last second, “Humor me, Nichole,” was all he said.



I sighed and then nodded my acceptance. It wouldn’t do to argue the point on my first day.



Mr. Schultz stood and straightened his suit jacket. “Let’s do this, come to my office near the end of the day with a list of your questions, and I’ll have a basic outline of things to get started on. And let’s wait a day before you contact Arthur. Our design team has already been in touch with his people, so he knows were working on his order.”



My chair was close enough to the desk that when Mr. Schultz stood, he was close enough to me that I couldn’t get out of my chair until he moved a step away. But for a long moment he simply stood there, and for a second, I thought he was going to ask me to pull his cock out. And if I was honest, I’d admit that a large part of me wanted to. Instead, he waited until I looked up and met his eyes.



“One more thing. You’re free to make your own decisions here, but know that none of the other VPs here will pressure you for anything. They’re all very close friends of mine, and they know and support this Special Projects Group, but I discourage any internal office affairs. It causes too much drama and makes for bad business.”



I nodded my understanding and Mr. Schultz turned and left, leaving the door to the office open and me to my thoughts. He’d said that last part so sternly that I had no question he meant it. Yet, he’d only included the VPs in his statement… no mention of the Company President.



I was about to stand when another knock sounded at the door. I looked up assuming it would be Mr. Schultz with something else to say, but I was pleasantly surprised to see Rafe smiling in the doorway.



“Hey Hot wheels,” he said, giving a wink. “I was just told to take you shopping.”



I couldn’t help but smile. It looked like I was going to be stuck with the new nickname for a while longer. “That’s what I was told,” I said, standing from the stiff chair. The first thing I was going to do was replace that bloody chair. “There’s a Nordstrom’s not too far away, should we start there?”



Rafe’s eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open, “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, a look on his face like I’d just insulted his mother. “No Nordstrom, no Gap, or JC Penny. My god woman, be thankful I’m here to save you this day.”



I laughed and shook my head at his antics. “Where did you have in mind?”



“Let’s start with Sigi’s Boutique in La Jolla, and then see from there,” Rafe said as I grabbed my purse. He gave me a close, studious look up and then down and then shook his head. With a heavy sigh he said, “It’s worse than I thought.”



“Bloody git,” I murmured as I passed him in the doorway.



“Hey,” Rafe gasped, feigning outrage. “For that remark, we’ll make sure your clothes are extra slutty.” As I stepped passed Rafe, he suddenly grabbed me by the arm, “Hang on a tic,” he said, craning his head to where he could take a closer look at the love bit on my neck.



Tired of feeling embarrassed about it, I pulled the neck of my shirt down slightly to expose the dark bruise on my skin. “No, it’s not a curling iron burn,” I said dryly.



“I so wish you were a dude,” Rafe said with a sigh.


















46



For three days straight I watched Nichole come home with bags and bags of new, outrageously expensive, clothes. She’d explained that her boss had given her instructions to buy a whole new wardrobe, as well as have her hair done, and her nails. Each day she came home looking hotter and hotter, until on Friday she looked like a fucking super model. I’d always had a part of me that felt like I’d married above my station, but now I was starting to have a serious complex about it.



Her new clothes took up most of the master closet, and even spilled into the closet in one of the other empty bedrooms. Shoes of every style and color were now stacked in boxes all along the closet floor, waiting for me to assemble the latest piece of furniture that would help store them properly.



I felt like my world had been flipped upside down in less than a week. Marcus and Rachel had left for Costa Rica, but Nichole still went by herself to go surfing. I went with her one morning because I felt worried for her safety, but there were a dozen other surfers out on the water, and I didn’t enjoy sitting on the beach in the middle of winter. Life was changing, and changing quickly, I thought to myself.



“Lean into it,” I mumbled to an empty bedroom, reading through the instructions on how to assemble the new shoe organizer.



“What are you on about?” Nichole asked, coming into the bedroom a moment later.



It was Friday and the work week was finally over. I was seriously looking forward to spending some time with my wife. She wore a simple, black, long sleeve t-shirt with a crew line neck, and jeans, but son of a bitch she looked incredible.



“Nothing,” I said, pulling my eyes away from her and looking back at the box at me feet. “Just reading the instructions.”



“Hey, why so glum?”



I shook myself and forced a smile, “I’m not,” I said, giving Nichole a small smile. “Really, I’m not. It’s just been an interesting week. I guess I’m still trying to process everything.”



Nichole eyed me skeptically, “I think you’re too cooped up in the house lately, or stuck in your cubicle at work,” she said, folding her arms and leaning against armoire. “Are you up for some fun?”



I looked up at her, and she gave me a furtive yet playful smile. “What do you have in mind,” I asked, weary of what she was baking up in her head.



“I’ve been surfing enough to stay in decent shape, but I need to add some other types of exercise to my day to stay fit. If I get fat after buying all these clothes, I’d probably get sacked,” Nichole explained. “I’ve been to Wade’s CrossFit gym a few times, but I was thinking of making it part of my daily routine. Want to come with me?”



“Oh,” I said, not hiding my disappointment. “I’ve been lifting in the garage lately, so I think I’m alright.”



“I thought you were looking a little trimmer lately, “ my wife said. She reached out and squeezed my upper arm. “I can tell a difference.”



Her compliment felt genuine, and it made me smile. I had dropped about ten pounds, and my clothes were fitting better. “Thanks.” I said, lifting my arm and hamming up a silly arm flex pose. “But it might be a while before the guns are bigger than your boyfriend’s.”



I watched as a lustful look passed over Nichole’s features, calling Wade her boyfriend had had an effect.



Nichole flushed and took a deep breath as she broke her gaze, “I love you just the way you are, Ky. But I like that you’re taking care of yourself.” Nichole bit her lower lip as she touched her hair with her hand. “But you misunderstand me,” she continued, “I was thinking maybe we both go, but not together, together.”



“Oh,” I said, my tone slightly higher as I realized where she was going with this. “You mean so that people don’t know we’re married.”



My wife nodded, and I swear I could see her tremor slightly at the thought of me going as a stranger to Wade’s gym. “I’ve made some friends there already. They’re all extremely nice people. I think you’d like it. You might even make some friends.”



“I have friends,” I objected.



“You have nerdy work colleagues,” Nichole said, one eyebrow raising as she spoke



I shrugged. That was true. “Damn, that would be intense,” I said, thinking about being at the gym and watching as my wife spent time with Wade.



“Do you think you could handle it?” she asked, reaching out and taking my hand.



I nodded, “Yeah, I think so,” I said, pausing for a moment as I spoke. “If it gets to be too much for me, I can just leave. Don’t worry, I won’t cause a scene.”



Nichole smiled and it definitely reached her eyes, “Do you want to have wank before we go?” she asked, looking down at my crotch. “I’d like to stay after the workout for a bit. I haven’t spent any time with Wade this week, and I need to tell him about work.”



I shook my head, “I’m fine. I wouldn’t enjoy it as much if I cum now,” I said, feeling my cock start to stir at the thoughts of the upcoming evening. “But how are you going to get there? You’re not thinking of driving are you? If you’re caught driving now, you’ll never get that license back.”



“I’ll take an Uber—but don’t worry, I’ll expense it for work,” she replied.



“What time do I need to be there?” I asked, checking my watch.



“The Workout of the Day starts at seven, so you’ll want to be there about twenty minutes early to get signed up,” Nichole answered. She let go of my arm and waited until I looked at her before she went on. “Now, don’t’ get upset, but I need to leave my wedding ring here. Wade doesn’t want people to think he’s flirting with a married woman. He has a lot of clientele that would frown at something like that, and he’d lose business.”



My heart clinched in my chest as I watched my wife remove her wedding ring. It hurt more than I thought possible, but I forced myself not to react. Lean into it, I thought to myself. “I understand,” I said, in a surprisingly calm tone.



I checked my watch again. I had a little time. I grasped my wife’s forearm and pulled her closer to me, and then pulled at the hem of her shirt, pulling it straight up and over her head.



“Ky,” Nichole protested, but didn’t stop me.



I pulled the shirt to my nose and breathed in my wife’s scent. My eyes quickly took in the Brunello Cucinelli label, and for the briefest moment I wondered how much the shirt cost, but I quickly pushed the thought away as I dropped the article of clothing onto the bed. I then picked my wife up an sat her on the edge of the bed, pulling down her jeans and spreading her legs. Nichole giggled and ran her hands through my hair.



“You’re fucking soaking wet already,” I teased, looking at her bare mound. “Someone’s excited.”



“I can’t help it,” she said, trying to pull my head in closer to her opening. “I’ve gotten used to having loads of sex, but I feel like I’ve been walking through a desert this week.”



“Are you going to think about your boyfriend while I go down on you?” I asked, resisting her pull.



Nichole twitched at my question and sat up slightly, “Do you want me to?”



I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I shouldn’t want this. But my erection was straining so hard in my pants at the thoughts going through my mind that I was helpless to resist. “Yes,” I said in a strained whisper, giving my approval, my encouragement. “That’s all I want you to think about for a while.”



For months now I’d been reading cuckold stories, and one of the most common themes was pushing your wife to take her pleasure from other men, and in some cases, that meant all her pleasure. Sure, it reduced the husband to lesser role, but in the end he was giving her more. I didn’t want to want this, but the thought of my wife no longer getting the physical pleasure she needed from me was a persuasive and powerful aphrodisiac. I finally let myself be pulled to my wife’s sex, and I gave it a lick with a broad stroke of my tongue. Nichole stiffened and then sighed.



“Someday we’ll go back to the way things were, but for now, let yourself think of other guys giving you pleasure,” I said, pressing my lips to hers and applying gentle suction.



For a moment I felt a little unsettled at the thoughts that were running unrestrained in my head, but I reminded myself that we were only going to live this way for a time. In a few months from now, we could start reigning it back in. We were young, and it wouldn’t do any harm to have these adventures for a little while. I looked at my wife’s hairless pussy. It had now been many months since she’d had the pubic hair permanently removed. When we were first married, her pussy looked like a small little clam shell that shut tightly and neatly. Now, however, it was different. It was hard to describe exactly. It was simply more open, more exposed. I wasn’t sure if any of the changes had to do with her other sexual partners, or simply a fact of her body maturing and changing. I had no idea. But the thought of her pussy being well used by other men was enough to make me cum in my pants without even touching myself.

[Frenchie]

Thanks for this huge work, Ky. It was great !

It's nice to have Nichole's point of view.

And i know i'll love the gym part. I always like when the husband interacts with people who don't know he's a cuck while the wife is the center of the gossip.

[JustWantToWatch]

Amazing chapter! So glad you are writing again Ky!!

[R_H_NC]

………….Since that day, I’d had that cock countless times. I’d grown more comfortable with it than my husband’s. Poor Ky, I thought. He’d had a lot less of me since this all started………………..

……………….Marcus’s words were like an ice bath, and I felt a sudden cold as I realized that I’d barely been thinking about my husband. I used to purposefully keep him in my mind, even when I was with someone else. But more and more, that was growing hard to do. And lately I hadn’t been thinking about him at all. I would need to make sure he knew how much I loved him, maybe a nice evening filled with music and sex. But then again, maybe Ky would only want a handjob…

Very troubling developments in my opinion. Doesn't speak well of Nichole's priorities with regard to Ky.

I am still holding out for "...and back".

[SamWarrens]

Very interesting turns of events.
Wondering if things will ever be able to return to "normal" or will this become the new normal.

[OOAA]

AMAZING chapters!!!!!!!

Very hot chapter 44 and really both intense and deep friendly Marcus attitude!

Interesting chapter 45 and curious the relationship with Rafe...

SUPER HOT Nichole thoughts about only giving handjobs to her husband....

And very hot too chapter 46, with Ky thoughts, talking, action and new gym scenario on stage

[realcucklife]

Hi Ky
Your writing continues to improve, and the claws keep seeing me back here checking for updates.
It’s interesting your comments about the themes in XY’s writing that appealed with the denial, the teasing, the things that wife’s do for lovers but not husbands. I love that dynamic as well which is why your stories truly rival his stuff.
Keep up the Great work!

[SamWarrens]

Awesome, just awesome!
Keep it coming!