To the Edge and Back
Re: To the Edge and Back
Absolutely superb!
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Re: To the Edge and Back
Very hot tale, Ky. As a practicing cuckold myself I well understand the addictive power of giving up control of one's wife and the erotic angst that may be a big part of it. It doesn't really go away, does it!
We all eagerly await where you and Nichole are taking us! THANKS
We all eagerly await where you and Nichole are taking us! THANKS
Re: To the Edge and Back
Great to have you back after your transatlantic interludes. This is such a phenomenal story.
Loving the direction it is taking too. Might we imagine perhaps Ky becoming ever more subservient to Nichole in the future?
Loving the direction it is taking too. Might we imagine perhaps Ky becoming ever more subservient to Nichole in the future?
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Thank you to those that take time to comment. They’re the fuel that keeps the story going.
47
Wade’s gym was a standalone building, and much larger than I’d envisioned in my head. I parked in the front lot, taking one of the few remaining available spaces. I felt instantly anxious at seeing the full parking lot, knowing that translated into a gym full of people. That’s one reason I preferred working out at home versus a gym, it sucked vying for free equipment, or having someone working out and grunting right next to me. And of course there were always those gym rats who strutted around as if they owned the gym, flexing in front of the mirrors every time they saw their own reflection.
I sat in my truck for a moment and watched people entering the front door of the gym. Nichole was probably already inside, I thought, getting out of the truck. I was surprised to see only a few people wearing masks, most of in the crowd seemed perfectly comfortable going without, so I put mine in my pocket.
Entering the front lobby, the receptionist, a very attractive and fit woman, locked eyes on me immediately.
“Hello,” she said brightly, standing up to greet me. I nodded but had to wait while several children were ushered into a small room to the side, each of the kids were carrying an iPad and complaining about how their games were lagging.
“Hey,” I said to the receptionist once I was able to get closer to her desk. “I was told this was a great place to get some exercise.”
“The best place, actually,” the woman said. She looked to be close to my age, if not a year or two older. “I’m Sarah, by the way,” she said, extending her hand.
“Ky,” I replied, giving her hand a shake. She surprised me with her grip strength, but she had grabbed me by the fingers which made it difficult to return a firm handshake.
“Nice to meet you, Ky,” Sarah said, releasing my hand. “Were you looking to become a member here, or would you like to try a class first? We have one that starts soon. There’s no charge for the class if you’re only wanting to check it out.”
I nodded, “Yeah, I like that idea. I’ve never tried CrossFit, so that sounds good.”
“Awesome,” she replied perkily. “But I have to warn you, CrossFit is addicting. You’ll be a regular here before you know it.”
I nodded and took the paperwork from Sarah as she passed it to me. “Maybe,” I replied noncommittally. I filled out the little bit of information on the paper and handed the clipboard back.
“You can put your things in one of the lockers if you’d like.” Sarah pointed to a wall of lockers by the door that lead to the main area inside the gym.
I put my wallet and keys inside of one and removed the lockers key. While I did, I looked through the window at the people already gathering for the class to see if I could spot Nichole. I didn’t see her. Sarah had already opened the door and was waiting for me, so I followed her lead into the main area of the gym.
I have to admit, my first impression as I walked into the main area was good. I was impressed. It had a real old-school feel to it, and with exception to a line of rowing machines along the back wall, all the other equipment appeared to be free weights, boxes, and weight racks with pull up bars. I spotted my wife just as Sarah began to introduce me to several of the gym members.
“Ky, this is Cory, Matt, and Steve,” she said, getting the attention of the three men that were hanging out and chatting in the back of the class. “Guys, this is Ky. He’s checking out CrossFit for the first time, so be nice?”
“Of course,” said the taller of the three men. He had a shaved head, which had the unfortunate effect of highlighting his already large ears. He was almost too thin and yet had a small paunch of a gut. I found it comforting that at least one guy in here wasn’t a superstar athlete. “I’m Matt.”
“Steve,” said the next man, only giving me his name. Steve was my height, and looked to be fairly fit. But unlike Matt, Steve was in desperate need of a haircut, likely a result in not being able to go to a barber shop with all the shutdowns.
“Welcome Ky, I’m Cory,” greeted the third man. Cory too looked like he was a regular at CrossFit, with the wide shoulders and a narrow waist that came from intense exercise, correct diet, and perhaps good genetics. But while Cory’s body was probably something girls would happily line up for, his face didn’t do him any favors. It was like someone had put his head in hydraulic press and squished it down a few inches. He had an incredibly odd look with almost no forehead and eyes that looked like they were always squinting.
“Good to meet you all,” I said as amiably as I could.
“Married,” Matt asked, his eyes briefly looking at me and then darting around the room.
Nodding, I lifted my left hand and looked at my wedding ring. “Yep.”
“Well, that’ll take about half the fun out of coming here,” Matt said with a laugh. “There are some serious hotties coming lately.”
I tried to return an easy smile when I felt Cory slap me on the shoulder.
“Ignore him,” Cory said, holding up his own left hand. There was no ring, but there was enough of a tan line to see that he normally wore one. “Us married guys can stick together and stay out of trouble.”
I nodded in agreement, “Sounds good to me. I’m in the doghouse enough as it is.”
“I know what you mean,” Cory replied. “I was thinking about putting carpet in my doghouse so that it’d be at least a little more comfortable, I spend enough time in there.” Cory jerked his head toward the front of the class. “That’s my ball-and-chain up there. Joanna, she’s the redhead with blue top.”
I looked and easily spotted the man’s wife, and, Fuck, I was wrong. Cory’s wife was extremely attractive, and she was in the same small group of women where Nichole stood. I was happy to have the excuse to take a longer look, my eyes immediately going to my wife.
Nichole’s hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore a tight-fitting tank top and black tights, but I wished she was dressed more like the women around her who were wearing the skimpiest of tops. In all, I counted about twenty people in our group, but I could see another class starting to form on the other side of the gym. It was easy to see that people came in from all walks of life, and all fitness levels, but Matt wasn’t wrong, there were a lot of attractive women.
“See what I mean,” Matt said from behind me, “hotties.”
“Yeah, I see that.”
I had begun to follow everyone’s lead and do some stretching, when I noticed Wade come down the stairs from the upper floor. Wade wore a tee shirt that said, ‘Defund the Media’, on the front, and loose-fitting shorts. He went straight to Nichole and the group of women she was with, and got a quick, welcoming hugs from each of them. He hugged Nichole last, but unlike the others, he pulled her into a tighter hug and held onto her for several seconds. The stark contrast in size between Wade and my wife never ceased to arouse me. I watched Wade interact with the women for a moment, but then forced myself to look away so that it didn’t seem like I was staring.
For several minutes, I answered get-to-know you questions from Cory, and then asked a few of my own. He and Matt seemed like guys I wouldn’t mind hanging out with, and Steve was probably fine too, but he was an obvious introvert and didn’t volunteer much. I could certainly identify with him, too.
“Hey guys,” Wade’s voice sounded as he approached our group. “How’s everyone?”
Cory and Matt both replied with, “Great,” at the same time. I didn’t say anything at first. I hadn’t talked to Wade beforehand, so I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out.
“Has everyone met my friend, Ky?” Wade asked.
“Hey,” cried Cory, slapping my shoulder lightly with the back of his hand. “Why didn’t you tell us you were friend’s with the owner. We would’ve been hitting you up for free passes already.”
They all laughed good naturedly, and I smiled, again trying to look more comfortable than I was. I wasn’t sure what Wade was going to say. I mean fuck, here was the man that was fucking my wife. He could’ve dealt me a devastating blow if he’d wanted, saying something like, ‘Hey, here’s Ky, his wife if a great fuck.’ I needn’t have worried.
“We met up through some mutual friends a few months ago,” Wade clarified, and then looked at me, “I’m glad you’re here, I hope you find this place a good fit for you. Just let me caution you not to push it to the extreme today—that’ll come later. I don’t want you to be too sore to come back. And if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, but you’re in good hands with these three losers.”
“Hey” the others protested all at once. They then began taunting and joking like old friends.
Wade only stayed a moment and then continued on his way to greet the other guests. He really was good at making people feel welcome, and he seemed to have a genuine friendship with everyone that was there. He eventually made his way back to the front of the class to where Nichole was still talking with the other women.
I watched as Wade pulled Nichole into a one-arm hug, making her squeal as he picked her up slightly. Again I forced myself to look away. I was probably being overcautious, but I didn’t want to seem like some new weird guy that was creeping on people.
“I think that’s Wade’s new girlfriend,” Matt said next to me, making me glad that I had looked away when I did. “She’s fucking smoking hot, and she’s British. Just her voice will leave you in a quivering puddle.”
I chuckled at that, “Really,” I said, stealing a quick glance at my wife.
“Yeah, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up. It looks like Wade’s already staked his claim.”
Luckily the class began shortly after Matt’s comment because I was starting to get a boner thinking about what Wade and my wife would be doing later on. I could still see the mental image of them on stage at the Halloween party as clearly as if it happened an hour ago.
The class began with a warmup, and then moved into a number of very specific exercises. I was following Wade’s advice not to push it too hard, but I still knew my glutes and hamstrings were going to be extremely sore for a few days. Going downstairs at home was going to be a bitch. Wade and another coach moved through the class to give instructions and encouragement, and I stole as many glances as I could at my wife. She seemed to always be concentrating hard and pushing herself, but I’d hear her laugh occasionally as her small group of friends joked throughout the workout.
At almost the hour mark, Wade declared the workout finished and the class began to disperse. It was a solid workout. Matt and Steve didn’t stick around long after the class finished, but Cory remained where he was, still sitting on the floor. I saw him gesture to someone, and when I turned, I saw his wife approach, followed closely by Wade and Nichole.
“I think I pulled a muscle in my ass,” he said jokingly, resting his forearms on his knees.
“Nah, those are just the hemorrhoids,” Wade joked, getting a laugh from Joanna and my wife. He then reached out his hand and pulled Cory to his feet.
“Ky, this is my wife Joanna,” Cory said once he was up. He looked first at me and then to his wife. “This was Ky’s first CrossFit workout.”
“Oh, that’s great,” she said, stepping in a little closer. “We’re always happy to make a new friend. You’re not going to be too sore tomorrow, are you?”
“Maybe a little,” I said, putting the palms of my hands on my lower back and stretching. “I haven’t jumped onto a box a hundred times in a row since I was probably twelve.”
Joanna laughed and pushed her hair behind her shoulder. “It takes a few weeks for the body to adjust, but I promise it’s worth it.” She then looked to Nichole next to her. “Have you met Nichole and Wade?”
For a second I wasn’t sure how to respond, it was such a surreal experience to be pretending that my wife was a total stranger. I looked to her and then to Wade. They stood close enough together that even a stranger would have assumed they were together. I was about to respond when Cory broke in.
“He knows Wade, but not Nichole,” Cory answered his wife.
Fucking surreal, I thought, nodding to my wife as if we’d never met before. She returned the nod with a wink so slight it was almost imperceptible. But I spotted it.
Joanna broke into a smile, “Nichole’s a recent convert, too. But she’s taken to CrossFit like a duck to water.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said to my wife. I felt an enormous wave of lust, coupled with jealousy as I took in her form standing next to her boyfriend.
“I’m so glad you haven’t closed the gym, Wade,” Joanna said, taking her husband by the arm. “I’m going stir crazy being in the house all day. This is the only time I have to get away from everything.”
“How are the kids doing in the playroom?” Wade asked, turning his head in the direction where I’d seen a number of small children gathered. “We put some toys in there, but I have no idea if they were any good.”
“As long as there’s an internet connection,” Cory said. “They’ll be happy for as long as we leave them in there.”
I looked in the general direction of the playroom, but couldn’t see the children from where I stood. I was curious how old the kids were because both Cory and Joanna weren’t that much older than Nichole and me. As I looked around, it seemed we were the only one’s left in the gym.
“I’m surprised the Health Department hasn’t shut this place down,” Cory said, breaking into the conversation. “If they were to come and see everyone without masks, you could get into some serious hot water.”
Wade shrugged, “Probably,” he admitted easily. “If they come, they come. I’m not going to police anyone. I figure everyone’s free to make their own choices. And I’m not stopping anyone from wearing masks. They’re free to wear one if they like.”
“Wade’s all stoic in front of everyone,” Nichole said, looking up at her boyfriend, “but he’s worried about it. He’s a lot more vulnerable than he lets people see.”
Wade rolled his eyes and gave my wife a teasing grin, “How dare you woman. I don’t have a vulnerable bone in my body,” he said in mock anger.
“Oh please, you’re a classic example of an overcompensating male,” Nichole said, her voice teasing, but with her sharp British accent, it almost felt scathing. It certainly caused Wade to sputter.
“Overcompensating?” Wade cried, but seemingly couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Nichole was about to dish out another teasing remark that was sure to be on the edge of caustic when Wade picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Nichole screeched in surprise and writhed in his grip as he secured her more tightly.
“Wade,” Nichole spat indigently. “You put me down!”
I blinked in surprise as Wade just laughed, but made no movement to return Nichole to the floor. I wasn’t sure if Nichole was actually pissed, or if she was just playing a part, but she was doing her best to thrash around and free herself.
Joanna covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, and Cory’s eyes widened at the display.
“Please excuse us for a moment. We need to have a little chat,” Wade said, turning his back to us and walking to the stairs I’d seen him descend earlier.
Nichole continued to yell and even threaten to remove various parts of Wade’s body if he didn’t put her down. But the man continued unperturbed, carrying her all the way up the stairs and out of site. My heart was racing at what I’d just witnessed.
“Oh my,” Joanna said in a throaty voice. She shuddered and then made a coughing laugh as if she’d really just enjoyed the show.
“I never thought Wade was the type of guy to settle down, but I think there’s something there,” Cory said, still looking up to the upper floor of the gym.
“I hope so,” answered Joanna, “they’d make the most beautiful babies.”
It took all of my willpower not to react to Joanne’s statement, but her words had such a powerful effect on me that felt like I needed to sit down. With nothing to sit on but the floor, I bent forward slightly and took a deep breath.
“You alright there, Ky?” Cory asked.
I forced myself to stand up straight and exhale. Nodding, I answered, “All good, just haven’t done a workout like that in a while.”
“Maybe you can convince your wife to give you a rub down when you go home.,” Cory said.
I had to fight the urge not to look up to the second floor when Cory mention my wife. Instead, I simply smiled. “That would be nice, but I think she’s going to be busy for a while.”
47
Wade’s gym was a standalone building, and much larger than I’d envisioned in my head. I parked in the front lot, taking one of the few remaining available spaces. I felt instantly anxious at seeing the full parking lot, knowing that translated into a gym full of people. That’s one reason I preferred working out at home versus a gym, it sucked vying for free equipment, or having someone working out and grunting right next to me. And of course there were always those gym rats who strutted around as if they owned the gym, flexing in front of the mirrors every time they saw their own reflection.
I sat in my truck for a moment and watched people entering the front door of the gym. Nichole was probably already inside, I thought, getting out of the truck. I was surprised to see only a few people wearing masks, most of in the crowd seemed perfectly comfortable going without, so I put mine in my pocket.
Entering the front lobby, the receptionist, a very attractive and fit woman, locked eyes on me immediately.
“Hello,” she said brightly, standing up to greet me. I nodded but had to wait while several children were ushered into a small room to the side, each of the kids were carrying an iPad and complaining about how their games were lagging.
“Hey,” I said to the receptionist once I was able to get closer to her desk. “I was told this was a great place to get some exercise.”
“The best place, actually,” the woman said. She looked to be close to my age, if not a year or two older. “I’m Sarah, by the way,” she said, extending her hand.
“Ky,” I replied, giving her hand a shake. She surprised me with her grip strength, but she had grabbed me by the fingers which made it difficult to return a firm handshake.
“Nice to meet you, Ky,” Sarah said, releasing my hand. “Were you looking to become a member here, or would you like to try a class first? We have one that starts soon. There’s no charge for the class if you’re only wanting to check it out.”
I nodded, “Yeah, I like that idea. I’ve never tried CrossFit, so that sounds good.”
“Awesome,” she replied perkily. “But I have to warn you, CrossFit is addicting. You’ll be a regular here before you know it.”
I nodded and took the paperwork from Sarah as she passed it to me. “Maybe,” I replied noncommittally. I filled out the little bit of information on the paper and handed the clipboard back.
“You can put your things in one of the lockers if you’d like.” Sarah pointed to a wall of lockers by the door that lead to the main area inside the gym.
I put my wallet and keys inside of one and removed the lockers key. While I did, I looked through the window at the people already gathering for the class to see if I could spot Nichole. I didn’t see her. Sarah had already opened the door and was waiting for me, so I followed her lead into the main area of the gym.
I have to admit, my first impression as I walked into the main area was good. I was impressed. It had a real old-school feel to it, and with exception to a line of rowing machines along the back wall, all the other equipment appeared to be free weights, boxes, and weight racks with pull up bars. I spotted my wife just as Sarah began to introduce me to several of the gym members.
“Ky, this is Cory, Matt, and Steve,” she said, getting the attention of the three men that were hanging out and chatting in the back of the class. “Guys, this is Ky. He’s checking out CrossFit for the first time, so be nice?”
“Of course,” said the taller of the three men. He had a shaved head, which had the unfortunate effect of highlighting his already large ears. He was almost too thin and yet had a small paunch of a gut. I found it comforting that at least one guy in here wasn’t a superstar athlete. “I’m Matt.”
“Steve,” said the next man, only giving me his name. Steve was my height, and looked to be fairly fit. But unlike Matt, Steve was in desperate need of a haircut, likely a result in not being able to go to a barber shop with all the shutdowns.
“Welcome Ky, I’m Cory,” greeted the third man. Cory too looked like he was a regular at CrossFit, with the wide shoulders and a narrow waist that came from intense exercise, correct diet, and perhaps good genetics. But while Cory’s body was probably something girls would happily line up for, his face didn’t do him any favors. It was like someone had put his head in hydraulic press and squished it down a few inches. He had an incredibly odd look with almost no forehead and eyes that looked like they were always squinting.
“Good to meet you all,” I said as amiably as I could.
“Married,” Matt asked, his eyes briefly looking at me and then darting around the room.
Nodding, I lifted my left hand and looked at my wedding ring. “Yep.”
“Well, that’ll take about half the fun out of coming here,” Matt said with a laugh. “There are some serious hotties coming lately.”
I tried to return an easy smile when I felt Cory slap me on the shoulder.
“Ignore him,” Cory said, holding up his own left hand. There was no ring, but there was enough of a tan line to see that he normally wore one. “Us married guys can stick together and stay out of trouble.”
I nodded in agreement, “Sounds good to me. I’m in the doghouse enough as it is.”
“I know what you mean,” Cory replied. “I was thinking about putting carpet in my doghouse so that it’d be at least a little more comfortable, I spend enough time in there.” Cory jerked his head toward the front of the class. “That’s my ball-and-chain up there. Joanna, she’s the redhead with blue top.”
I looked and easily spotted the man’s wife, and, Fuck, I was wrong. Cory’s wife was extremely attractive, and she was in the same small group of women where Nichole stood. I was happy to have the excuse to take a longer look, my eyes immediately going to my wife.
Nichole’s hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore a tight-fitting tank top and black tights, but I wished she was dressed more like the women around her who were wearing the skimpiest of tops. In all, I counted about twenty people in our group, but I could see another class starting to form on the other side of the gym. It was easy to see that people came in from all walks of life, and all fitness levels, but Matt wasn’t wrong, there were a lot of attractive women.
“See what I mean,” Matt said from behind me, “hotties.”
“Yeah, I see that.”
I had begun to follow everyone’s lead and do some stretching, when I noticed Wade come down the stairs from the upper floor. Wade wore a tee shirt that said, ‘Defund the Media’, on the front, and loose-fitting shorts. He went straight to Nichole and the group of women she was with, and got a quick, welcoming hugs from each of them. He hugged Nichole last, but unlike the others, he pulled her into a tighter hug and held onto her for several seconds. The stark contrast in size between Wade and my wife never ceased to arouse me. I watched Wade interact with the women for a moment, but then forced myself to look away so that it didn’t seem like I was staring.
For several minutes, I answered get-to-know you questions from Cory, and then asked a few of my own. He and Matt seemed like guys I wouldn’t mind hanging out with, and Steve was probably fine too, but he was an obvious introvert and didn’t volunteer much. I could certainly identify with him, too.
“Hey guys,” Wade’s voice sounded as he approached our group. “How’s everyone?”
Cory and Matt both replied with, “Great,” at the same time. I didn’t say anything at first. I hadn’t talked to Wade beforehand, so I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out.
“Has everyone met my friend, Ky?” Wade asked.
“Hey,” cried Cory, slapping my shoulder lightly with the back of his hand. “Why didn’t you tell us you were friend’s with the owner. We would’ve been hitting you up for free passes already.”
They all laughed good naturedly, and I smiled, again trying to look more comfortable than I was. I wasn’t sure what Wade was going to say. I mean fuck, here was the man that was fucking my wife. He could’ve dealt me a devastating blow if he’d wanted, saying something like, ‘Hey, here’s Ky, his wife if a great fuck.’ I needn’t have worried.
“We met up through some mutual friends a few months ago,” Wade clarified, and then looked at me, “I’m glad you’re here, I hope you find this place a good fit for you. Just let me caution you not to push it to the extreme today—that’ll come later. I don’t want you to be too sore to come back. And if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, but you’re in good hands with these three losers.”
“Hey” the others protested all at once. They then began taunting and joking like old friends.
Wade only stayed a moment and then continued on his way to greet the other guests. He really was good at making people feel welcome, and he seemed to have a genuine friendship with everyone that was there. He eventually made his way back to the front of the class to where Nichole was still talking with the other women.
I watched as Wade pulled Nichole into a one-arm hug, making her squeal as he picked her up slightly. Again I forced myself to look away. I was probably being overcautious, but I didn’t want to seem like some new weird guy that was creeping on people.
“I think that’s Wade’s new girlfriend,” Matt said next to me, making me glad that I had looked away when I did. “She’s fucking smoking hot, and she’s British. Just her voice will leave you in a quivering puddle.”
I chuckled at that, “Really,” I said, stealing a quick glance at my wife.
“Yeah, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up. It looks like Wade’s already staked his claim.”
Luckily the class began shortly after Matt’s comment because I was starting to get a boner thinking about what Wade and my wife would be doing later on. I could still see the mental image of them on stage at the Halloween party as clearly as if it happened an hour ago.
The class began with a warmup, and then moved into a number of very specific exercises. I was following Wade’s advice not to push it too hard, but I still knew my glutes and hamstrings were going to be extremely sore for a few days. Going downstairs at home was going to be a bitch. Wade and another coach moved through the class to give instructions and encouragement, and I stole as many glances as I could at my wife. She seemed to always be concentrating hard and pushing herself, but I’d hear her laugh occasionally as her small group of friends joked throughout the workout.
At almost the hour mark, Wade declared the workout finished and the class began to disperse. It was a solid workout. Matt and Steve didn’t stick around long after the class finished, but Cory remained where he was, still sitting on the floor. I saw him gesture to someone, and when I turned, I saw his wife approach, followed closely by Wade and Nichole.
“I think I pulled a muscle in my ass,” he said jokingly, resting his forearms on his knees.
“Nah, those are just the hemorrhoids,” Wade joked, getting a laugh from Joanna and my wife. He then reached out his hand and pulled Cory to his feet.
“Ky, this is my wife Joanna,” Cory said once he was up. He looked first at me and then to his wife. “This was Ky’s first CrossFit workout.”
“Oh, that’s great,” she said, stepping in a little closer. “We’re always happy to make a new friend. You’re not going to be too sore tomorrow, are you?”
“Maybe a little,” I said, putting the palms of my hands on my lower back and stretching. “I haven’t jumped onto a box a hundred times in a row since I was probably twelve.”
Joanna laughed and pushed her hair behind her shoulder. “It takes a few weeks for the body to adjust, but I promise it’s worth it.” She then looked to Nichole next to her. “Have you met Nichole and Wade?”
For a second I wasn’t sure how to respond, it was such a surreal experience to be pretending that my wife was a total stranger. I looked to her and then to Wade. They stood close enough together that even a stranger would have assumed they were together. I was about to respond when Cory broke in.
“He knows Wade, but not Nichole,” Cory answered his wife.
Fucking surreal, I thought, nodding to my wife as if we’d never met before. She returned the nod with a wink so slight it was almost imperceptible. But I spotted it.
Joanna broke into a smile, “Nichole’s a recent convert, too. But she’s taken to CrossFit like a duck to water.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said to my wife. I felt an enormous wave of lust, coupled with jealousy as I took in her form standing next to her boyfriend.
“I’m so glad you haven’t closed the gym, Wade,” Joanna said, taking her husband by the arm. “I’m going stir crazy being in the house all day. This is the only time I have to get away from everything.”
“How are the kids doing in the playroom?” Wade asked, turning his head in the direction where I’d seen a number of small children gathered. “We put some toys in there, but I have no idea if they were any good.”
“As long as there’s an internet connection,” Cory said. “They’ll be happy for as long as we leave them in there.”
I looked in the general direction of the playroom, but couldn’t see the children from where I stood. I was curious how old the kids were because both Cory and Joanna weren’t that much older than Nichole and me. As I looked around, it seemed we were the only one’s left in the gym.
“I’m surprised the Health Department hasn’t shut this place down,” Cory said, breaking into the conversation. “If they were to come and see everyone without masks, you could get into some serious hot water.”
Wade shrugged, “Probably,” he admitted easily. “If they come, they come. I’m not going to police anyone. I figure everyone’s free to make their own choices. And I’m not stopping anyone from wearing masks. They’re free to wear one if they like.”
“Wade’s all stoic in front of everyone,” Nichole said, looking up at her boyfriend, “but he’s worried about it. He’s a lot more vulnerable than he lets people see.”
Wade rolled his eyes and gave my wife a teasing grin, “How dare you woman. I don’t have a vulnerable bone in my body,” he said in mock anger.
“Oh please, you’re a classic example of an overcompensating male,” Nichole said, her voice teasing, but with her sharp British accent, it almost felt scathing. It certainly caused Wade to sputter.
“Overcompensating?” Wade cried, but seemingly couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Nichole was about to dish out another teasing remark that was sure to be on the edge of caustic when Wade picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Nichole screeched in surprise and writhed in his grip as he secured her more tightly.
“Wade,” Nichole spat indigently. “You put me down!”
I blinked in surprise as Wade just laughed, but made no movement to return Nichole to the floor. I wasn’t sure if Nichole was actually pissed, or if she was just playing a part, but she was doing her best to thrash around and free herself.
Joanna covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, and Cory’s eyes widened at the display.
“Please excuse us for a moment. We need to have a little chat,” Wade said, turning his back to us and walking to the stairs I’d seen him descend earlier.
Nichole continued to yell and even threaten to remove various parts of Wade’s body if he didn’t put her down. But the man continued unperturbed, carrying her all the way up the stairs and out of site. My heart was racing at what I’d just witnessed.
“Oh my,” Joanna said in a throaty voice. She shuddered and then made a coughing laugh as if she’d really just enjoyed the show.
“I never thought Wade was the type of guy to settle down, but I think there’s something there,” Cory said, still looking up to the upper floor of the gym.
“I hope so,” answered Joanna, “they’d make the most beautiful babies.”
It took all of my willpower not to react to Joanne’s statement, but her words had such a powerful effect on me that felt like I needed to sit down. With nothing to sit on but the floor, I bent forward slightly and took a deep breath.
“You alright there, Ky?” Cory asked.
I forced myself to stand up straight and exhale. Nodding, I answered, “All good, just haven’t done a workout like that in a while.”
“Maybe you can convince your wife to give you a rub down when you go home.,” Cory said.
I had to fight the urge not to look up to the second floor when Cory mention my wife. Instead, I simply smiled. “That would be nice, but I think she’s going to be busy for a while.”
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WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! What a great idea the gym visit and the crossfit class!!!!!
Brilliant Ky!!!!
I'm looking forward for the talking between Nichole and Ky once at home...
Brilliant Ky!!!!
I'm looking forward for the talking between Nichole and Ky once at home...
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Re: To the Edge and Back
So I've been doing CrossFit for years, and one thing I can say? There's a lot of fucking going on behind the scenes. I've been a gym rat since my 20's but for what ever reason its a different vibe in CrossFit. Also seems that people trade off and no one seems to mind.
"Hey Stacey, hows Steve?"
"I'm with Mike now?"
"I thought Mike was with Gwen?"
"No, she's with Steve now."
Thanks Ky
"Hey Stacey, hows Steve?"
"I'm with Mike now?"
"I thought Mike was with Gwen?"
"No, she's with Steve now."
Thanks Ky
Re: To the Edge and Back
No you didn't!
Man...there's a saying for this; something about art imitating life...?
You rock Ky. I just love how you work it out by working it in. That's real writing. Golden.
Re: To the Edge and Back
48
Wade locked the door to his office before he finally set me on the floor. I’d tried to break free of his grip until he started ascending the stairs, but then quit out of a sense of self-preservation. I didn’t need my boyfriend dropping me down the stairs.
I whirled on him as soon as the door closed. “What were you thinking?!” I said sharply. “Manhandling me like that in front of everyone, including my husband. Do you have any propriety?”
“Everyone?” Wade asked, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling, the corner of his mouth twisting into a sarcastic grin. “Everyone was gone except for the Fletchers… and Ky. And of course I have property. I own this gym, don’t I?”
“I said propriety, not proper—” I stopped mid-sentence when I saw Wade’s teasing features. He was having a go.
“Get stuffed, Wade. You’re always trying to wind me up,” I said, realizing Wade had heard me correctly. I was starting to understand that Wade was a lot more intelligent than he let people see, or at least it was easy to assume he was the ‘dumb-jock-type’.
“I can’t help it,” Wade said, folding his arms across his chest. “You’re so sexy when you’re angry.”
“That’s your knob talking,” I said, letting my eyes fall to Wade’s crotch.
“My knob?” Wade said, his eyes widening as if I’d just said the most horrid thing in the world. Wade looked down, and at the same time hooked a thumb into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them forward. He looked down at himself and shook his head. “Definitely bigger than a knob.”
“It is the most useful part of you, I’ll give you that,” I said almost distractedly.
I’d never been in Wade’s office before, and I was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. The back wall was covered in antique wood paneling, and several large shelves held an assortment of books, as well as trophies, pictures and other knickknacks. The things displayed in the room were obviously special to Wade. I walked up to the lower shelf and perused the titles of the books on display; The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Grapes of Wrath, a few World War Two books, and a biography about John Adams.
“Nice books, I was expecting to see your collection of Lego builds and soldier dolls.” I said, taking down the book Picture of Dorian Gray. It was well-worn, either by Wade, or maybe the previous author.
Wade laughed, “You’re such a shit sometimes,” he said. It was quiet for about fifteen seconds and then Wade asked, “How long do I have you for?”
I turned from the shelves and looked back at Wade, “Who says you have me at all?” I said, keeping my voice light enough so that the big lout knew I was teasing.
Wade tilted his head as if thinking, but then looked away, “Believe me, I know I don’t have you. I know the game you and Ky are playing,” he said, sounding more emotional than I’d anticipated. “I should probably leave it well enough alone, but it’s been a lot of fun.”
I placed the book on the desk and sat on the corner. I knew Wade wanted me to come to the couch, but the discussion I needed to have would be better if there was at least a small amount of distance between us.
“I’ve had fun, too,” I said, giving Wade a weak smile, “but I need to confess something.”
“Uh oh,” Wade said, giving me a wincing look, “that tone suggests fun-time is over.”
I forced myself to meet his gaze as I continued, “I honestly don’t know, but I need to discuss something with you before we continue.” I looked to Wade, and when he didn’t appear to want to speak, I went on, “I’ve taken a new position at work, and, well…” I paused, trying to think of a way to spin things so that I didn’t look as much a slag, “…bloody hell this is harder than I thought,” I whispered harshly, more to myself than to Wade.
“We’re friends, Nichole. Just say it,” Wade said suddenly.
With a heavy sigh, I tried again, “I slept with a client last weekend, before I came to see you on Sunday.” I said it bluntly, and my first instinct was to soften it, but as I thought about it, I decided it was better simply to have it said.
A mix of emotions appeared to cross Wade’s features, but he stilled them quickly. “I see.” A long silence hung between us, and I was about to speak when Wade said, “Well, we’re not in any kind of a committed relationship, so I appreciate you letting me know.”
“I felt I owed that to you,” I said meekly, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Sunday. I’ll understand if you want to end,” I pointed to Wade and then to myself, “this.”
Wade’s lips pulled into a frown, but only for a moment, “Look, I met you at a swinger party, so it’s not like I didn’t know you had a wild side to you.”
“I thought you might be more upset,” I said, looking down at the book on the table, reading again the title of the book I’d taken from the shelf. The Picture of Dorian Gray, a story about a man who chooses to indulge his hedonistic tendencies, and in the end, dies alone as a decrepit and disfigured corpse.
Wade shrugged his thick shoulders, “I try not to get upset about things I can’t control, but you don’t look so happy at the moment. Was it a good choice?”
I gave a bitter laugh, “I don’t know,” I admitted, “Ugh, sometimes I get so randy, I can’t think clearly. It’s like I have this part of me that wants to experience more sexually, like some deeply seated need that claws at me to be sated. But it also goes against everything I was taught.” Wade’s laughed surprised me and I looked up to see him smiling ruefully at me.
“You’re describing what every red-blooded male feels all the time,” Wade said, moving to sit on the edge of the couch. “Sex in and of itself isn’t bad, just like money isn’t necessarily evil. I really think it comes down to how we treat people. If you’re dishonest with someone, or worse, if you’re cruel to someone you’re in a sexual relationship with, then you need to find some perspective—some self-control. But I don’t think that’s you—you’re here now, being honest with me.”
I nodded as I thought about what Wade was saying. “That gives me something to ponder.” I knew I needed to confess more about my new job, that it would require sleeping with more than one client, but that hadn’t happened yet, so I decided not to elaborate further.
“Like I said,” Wade picked up again, “I know you and Ky are playing a game, so I’m not letting myself get too emotionally invested. As long as it’s a game, it’s just sex, right?”
I let Wade’s comment sink in for a long moment. Part of me did want something more serious with him, but I knew he wasn’t the type of man to share. I wondered for a moment what might have happened if I’d met Wade before Ky. Could the muscular brute have convinced me to marry him? He didn’t seem to have much interest in marriage, so probably not. But I could have easily slipped into a serious relationship with him.
I wanted it all, and that was the problem. I wanted to keep a strong marriage with Ky. I wanted Wade as a committed boyfriend, and I wanted to explore the sensual adventures that work would continue to provide. A memory of my husband trying to light a firecracker with a short fuse came to mind. He hadn’t wanted to waste what in his words was ‘a perfectly good firecracker’, so he lit it despite having almost no fuse. He wasn’t able to drop it before it blew up in his hands, causing severe pain and bruising. This felt similar, like I was playing with an explosive that had very little fuse.
“What if it wasn’t a game?” I asked, unable to stop myself.
Wade’s brow rose, “You and Ky having problems?”
I shook my head, “No, things are good,” I said firmly. “But we’ve both enjoyed exploring the hotwife adventure, and Ky seems to like the cuckold part of it more and more. We talked about not treating this like a game, but something more, real…” I paused as Wade begged me forward.
Leaving the book on the desk, I walked over and stood in front of Wade. With him seated on the old, beat-up couch, I was able to look down on him for once, I rather enjoyed the feeling. Wade parted his legs and I moved to stand between his thighs.
“That could be interesting,” Wade said, his head tilted back as he looked at me.
I felt as nervous as I had before performing in the school symphony when I was a teenager. My heart raced at the idea of having an actual boyfriend—a romantic relationship with another man. It was a carnally wicked thought, but it made the pleasure centers of my brain explode. “How exactly would that work? I’d have to find a way to include my husband because I won’t leave him.”
Wade’s gaze darted to my breasts and then back up to my eyes, and his smile grew wide, giving him a boyish look that made my heart flutter. “Yeah, I know. We’d just have to figure it out.”
Wade leaned forward and held my thighs between his hands. Taking the material from my leggings between his fingers, he pulled them down to my ankles. I smiled as I lifted each foot, leaving the workout garment, along with my knickers, on the floor. I’d started to move to my knees, but Wade seemed to have other ideas because he suddenly thrust his arms between my legs and lifted me off the ground. In the moment it took me to inhale a sharp breath, Wade lifted my legs over his shoulders so that his face came in direct contact with my pussy.
“Wade,” I gasped as he easily held me in the air. “I’m all sweaty and aahhh!” The sudden and deep penetration of Wade’s tongue into my entrance made stars explode behind my eyes.
I wrapped my arms around Wade’s head, clinging to him as if he was going to drop me off a cliff. The short hair on the sides of his scalp scratched against my skin. I came quickly and harder than I’d expected. From past experience, I knew Wade would try to tease me while I was super-sensitive after a good orgasm, so I tried to push myself away. Wade held me tight, however, and didn’t relent with his tongue.
“Bloody hell, Wade!” I gasped, slapping my hand uselessly against the top of his head. “Stop, please stop. Oh god stop.”
“I love it when you squirm,” he said, relenting only long enough to speak.
I growled out loud and redoubled my effort, “I can’t take anymore,” I cried. I finally felt Wade’s body turn, and he dropped me onto the couch cushion in a heap. It startled me, but at least the teasing had stopped. I breathed heavily, feeling a sheen of sweat break out on my skin.
Pulling my legs over his, Wade’s thumb rubbed over the top of my pussy, making me convulse and push at his hand. “Let me take you out next week. We could invite Cory and Joanna to go with us,” Wade said, running his fingers gently across my thigh. “Maybe dinner somewhere, and then go back home and play a few games, it’d be fun.”
I thought about it for a moment and then nodded in agreement, “I’d like that,” I said, hoping work wouldn’t conflict.
“If you want to drive Ky nuts, have him find a date and join us,” Wade suggested.
I felt my face flush at the idea, “That would drive him spare,” I admitted, “but he’d probably love it.”
“Of course he would,” Wade said, picking up my bare foot and massaging it in his enormous hands. “Ky’s a cuck at heart, so this kind of thing is like breathing oxygen into a fire. And besides, you know you’re never going back to a vanilla-light, traditional marriage, right?”
Wade’s comment brought me back to reality, and I sat up slightly, “What are you on about? Of course I’ll go back to that, someday.”
Wade guffawed as he shook his head. Turning to me, he raised a skeptical brow as he met my eyes, “You might tell yourself that because you’re not ready to accept it, but I’m not exactly a newborn here, I can see it in your eyes. There’s no going back for you.”
“That’s rubbish, and you’re barmy if you think that,” I said, but I didn’t truly feel any conviction, my words sounded bland even to me.
“You love the excitement,” Wade continued as if I hadn’t spoken, “and now you and Ky are basically codependent on one another—at least sexually speaking. You both get off on it. And I can always tell when I’m hitting close to the mark with you because your accent thickens, and you start using more British slang. That’s another reason I know I’m right.”
A long moment passed as Wade rubbed my feet. I could feel his semi-erect cock against my calf. “You’re still talking bollocks,” I said, biting my lip as soon as I heard the words leave my lips.
“See what I mean?” Wade said, wearing a shite-eating grin and wagging is brow. Wade took hold of my ankles and began to spread my legs apart as he pivoted himself toward me. “You might be a sarcastic little shit, but deep down, you’re a complete slut.”
I held my breath as I watched Wade move to his knees, moving his cock toward my pussy. He rested its thick meatiness between my lower lips and slowly see-sawed back and forth, the motion quickly lubricating his member and making my lower body tingle in excitement. I wanted to feel its fullness inside me, but frustratingly, Wade would only slide his cock over the surface of my pussy.
“If you want to really drive Ky crazy, you should cut him off for a while, maybe get him a cock cage. If he’s going down the cuckold path, he’ll love it,” Wade suggested.
I grunted in frustration as I tried to move myself up and catch the tip of Wade’s cock. This sliding back and forth was killing me. I needed more. But each time I did, Wade held himself back just enough so that I couldn’t get into position.
“Ah, be patient,” Wade admonished. He repositioned his hands on my lower legs, bending my knees and pressing my thighs into my chest, “tell me the truth. Admit you’re a slut.”
“Stop pissing about,” I whinged, feeling more of Wade’s weight on me.
“I’m not, I’m serious,” Wade said, waiting until my eyes met his. He looked at me with such intensity that I felt completely under his control. “Admit it for real. Admit you’re a slut.” Wade finally moved the tip of his cock to my entrance, but he held himself there.
If it would have been my husband, he wouldn’t have been able to hold the position for more than a few seconds, but I knew Wade could hold it all day.
“Fine,” I said, my tone biting and defiant. “I’m a slut. I said it. Are you happy?”
“Fuck no,” Wade said seriously, shaking his head, “say it like you mean it. Convince me you believe it.”
I tried in vain to thrust my hips toward him, but I had no leverage. Wade simply waited, an implacable look on his features.
“Fine,” I said in huff. I took a breath and calmed myself. “I’m a needy slut.” I said the words while holding Wade’s gaze, and for a moment, I thought I felt a subtle shift within me. I’d meant to only say the words with a little more conviction, but as my ears heard the words, I realized they were true.
“That’s better,” Wade said, his smile growing by two. He slid his cock into me slowly, rewarding my admission. “Don’t let that busy brain of yours overthink it. You’re a sensual woman. You have needs your husband can’t fulfill. But you have one of those rare husbands that understands, that’s why he ultimately wants you to be with me.”
For the next fifteen minutes I couldn’t formulate a coherent thought as Wade’s familiar girth reminded my pussy what proper sex was like. I drifted into that blissful state of euphoric haze and relished the pleasure that coursed through my body. A part of me still resisted the idea that my marriage wouldn’t return back to normal, but I would think on that later. For now I had the freedom to have sex with whomever I pleased, and I intended to use that freedom.
Suddenly a sharp pain exploded inside of me, “Fuck!” I shouted loudly, slapping my hand against Wade’s bulging chest as hard and as fast as I could. He pulled out and stopped.
“What is it,” Wade asked, his eyes wide with concern.
“Oh god,” I moaned, feeling like my insides had just been stirred by a hot poker. I grasped Wade’s cock in my hand, or at least as much as my hand could hold. “With my legs up like this, you’re getting in deeper than I can take.”
“I finally found the bottom, eh?” Wade teased, sitting back on his haunches.
“I guess so, yeah,” I said, sighing as my insides slowly went back to normal. “I still can’t believe I can fit any of your cock inside.” I gave Wade’s cock a squeeze in my hand.
“You can take more than any other woman I’ve ever been with—not that the body count is all that high,” Wade said. He placed his hand on my stomach and ran his fingers over my bare mound.
“How many women have you been with?” I asked, sliding my hand up and down his cock. I could feel the creamy froth that was forming between in my fingers. I was soaking.
Wade shrugged, his eyes on my stomach, “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Of course,” I said, my curiosity piqued.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” Wade replied. I through for a moment and then nodded. “You’re number six.”
I felt my eyes widen in surprise. Bloody hell… bloody fucking hell… A long silence passed between us as I continued to stroke the several inches of Wade’s cock that were not inside of me. It was a slightly uncomfortable angle for my arm, but I loved the feeling in my hand.
“Wade,” I said, feeling suddenly very timid. “God I’m such a slut.”
“What,” Wade laughed, “Is your number higher?”
“Seven,” I said softly, and then quickly added, “but two of them were a quick thing after surfing. It only lasted a few minutes, so it hardly counts. And one of those is Ky of course.”
“Of course,” Wade said, pressing his cock into me enough that I had to remove my hand.
He let one of my legs go and guided me around so that I was on my hands and knees in front of him. Never once did he completely pull his cock all the way out. I could have never done that with my husband.
“I can’t believe your number is only six,” I said, resting the side of my face on the couch cushion. Wade raised my hips slightly, and I felt him sink back into me slowly. “Ahhh,” I moaned at the renewed fullness.
“And one of them was my ex,” Wade said, pausing as his hips contacted the cheeks of my arse. “I’ve always tried to maintain some self-control in that department—well, until you came along. Hell, I don’t even look at porn or masturbate.”
“You don’t,” I said in surprise. It felt odd to be having this conversation on my knees and elbows, Wade’s cock deep inside of me. But it also felt wonderfully sensual.
“Not for years,” Wade said, beginning the slow rocking motion of his hips. “I did a lot as a teenager, but eventually I decided that I was just wasting my time, and it was becoming a habit I didn’t care to have.”
“I’m impressed,” I said, hissing accidently on the ‘s’ when Wade’s cock stretched the walls of my pussy.
“Hell, half of my number happened because of Rachel and her parties. I think she corrupted me, Wade said with a laugh.
“I think she corrupted both of us,” I said, giggling at the thought.
“I certainly learned a few things from her,” Wade admitted. He placed the tip of his thumb at my rose bud. Wade’s thumb slipped easily into my arse, and I groaned in the added pleasure. His hand was large enough that he could basically palm my arse cheek like a basketball.
My head swam anew as Wade began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. He plunged his own hips forward at the same time he pulled mine back, resulting in a sharp ‘slap’ at the contact of our flesh.
“Oh god Wade,” I panted, “I can’t believe what you make me feel.”
“You may be married,” Wade said, and I could tell even without looking that he had a smile on his face, “but I have every intention of claiming your pussy as mine.”
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Almost an hour later, I rode in the back of the Toyota Highlander, it’s Uber driver sneaking an occasional glance at me in the rearview mirror. I felt a stab of embarrassment at what the Uber driver might be noticing. The last time Wade came, he had pulled out and cum on my breasts, my face, and in my hair. And then like the immature teenager he often was, he kicked me out of the gym without letting me wash. Luckily it was dark, but even still, I was sure the driver could see the cum that was still caked into my eyebrows and the hair over my right ear. I’d tried to wipe off what I could, but he always came so much.
I ran my finger over my brow, feeling the dampness of the cum when I received a call on my mobile.
“Rafe, don’t tell me you’re still at work?” I said into the phone.
“Afraid so,” Rafe admitted. I could hear the fatigue in his voice. “I’m actually just leaving Morgan’s office. We’ve been on the phone for hours with potential client, but we’re close to getting a deal done.”
“That’s always good news,” I said, still unsure as to the nature of Rafe’s call.
“It is,” he said somewhat hesitantly. “It’s not exactly in the medical industry this time, so I have to confess that I’m a little out of my comfort zone, but Morgan appears to have it all handled.” The phone went quiet for a second before Rafe said, “Anyway, this client wants to meet with us tomorrow at the Ritz Carlton.”
“Is it close? I’ve never noticed one in San Diego.”
“It’s near Dana Point,” Rafe said, referring to a location a little north of San Diego. “Morgan wants us there for lunch, so I’ll pick you up about 10:30—don’t worry about going into the office. I’ll swing by your house.”
“Alright,” I said, feeling butterflies begin to take flight in my stomach. “Do you have any idea how long we’ll be there, maybe what to expect?”
“Sorry Hot Wheels,” Rafe said with a chuckle. “I don’t have any more info than that, but I’m sure it’ll be eventful.”
I ended the call and let my hand fall into my lap. My pussy still felt warm and a little sore, but it still throbbed with anticipation for what might happen the following day.
Wade locked the door to his office before he finally set me on the floor. I’d tried to break free of his grip until he started ascending the stairs, but then quit out of a sense of self-preservation. I didn’t need my boyfriend dropping me down the stairs.
I whirled on him as soon as the door closed. “What were you thinking?!” I said sharply. “Manhandling me like that in front of everyone, including my husband. Do you have any propriety?”
“Everyone?” Wade asked, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling, the corner of his mouth twisting into a sarcastic grin. “Everyone was gone except for the Fletchers… and Ky. And of course I have property. I own this gym, don’t I?”
“I said propriety, not proper—” I stopped mid-sentence when I saw Wade’s teasing features. He was having a go.
“Get stuffed, Wade. You’re always trying to wind me up,” I said, realizing Wade had heard me correctly. I was starting to understand that Wade was a lot more intelligent than he let people see, or at least it was easy to assume he was the ‘dumb-jock-type’.
“I can’t help it,” Wade said, folding his arms across his chest. “You’re so sexy when you’re angry.”
“That’s your knob talking,” I said, letting my eyes fall to Wade’s crotch.
“My knob?” Wade said, his eyes widening as if I’d just said the most horrid thing in the world. Wade looked down, and at the same time hooked a thumb into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them forward. He looked down at himself and shook his head. “Definitely bigger than a knob.”
“It is the most useful part of you, I’ll give you that,” I said almost distractedly.
I’d never been in Wade’s office before, and I was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. The back wall was covered in antique wood paneling, and several large shelves held an assortment of books, as well as trophies, pictures and other knickknacks. The things displayed in the room were obviously special to Wade. I walked up to the lower shelf and perused the titles of the books on display; The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Grapes of Wrath, a few World War Two books, and a biography about John Adams.
“Nice books, I was expecting to see your collection of Lego builds and soldier dolls.” I said, taking down the book Picture of Dorian Gray. It was well-worn, either by Wade, or maybe the previous author.
Wade laughed, “You’re such a shit sometimes,” he said. It was quiet for about fifteen seconds and then Wade asked, “How long do I have you for?”
I turned from the shelves and looked back at Wade, “Who says you have me at all?” I said, keeping my voice light enough so that the big lout knew I was teasing.
Wade tilted his head as if thinking, but then looked away, “Believe me, I know I don’t have you. I know the game you and Ky are playing,” he said, sounding more emotional than I’d anticipated. “I should probably leave it well enough alone, but it’s been a lot of fun.”
I placed the book on the desk and sat on the corner. I knew Wade wanted me to come to the couch, but the discussion I needed to have would be better if there was at least a small amount of distance between us.
“I’ve had fun, too,” I said, giving Wade a weak smile, “but I need to confess something.”
“Uh oh,” Wade said, giving me a wincing look, “that tone suggests fun-time is over.”
I forced myself to meet his gaze as I continued, “I honestly don’t know, but I need to discuss something with you before we continue.” I looked to Wade, and when he didn’t appear to want to speak, I went on, “I’ve taken a new position at work, and, well…” I paused, trying to think of a way to spin things so that I didn’t look as much a slag, “…bloody hell this is harder than I thought,” I whispered harshly, more to myself than to Wade.
“We’re friends, Nichole. Just say it,” Wade said suddenly.
With a heavy sigh, I tried again, “I slept with a client last weekend, before I came to see you on Sunday.” I said it bluntly, and my first instinct was to soften it, but as I thought about it, I decided it was better simply to have it said.
A mix of emotions appeared to cross Wade’s features, but he stilled them quickly. “I see.” A long silence hung between us, and I was about to speak when Wade said, “Well, we’re not in any kind of a committed relationship, so I appreciate you letting me know.”
“I felt I owed that to you,” I said meekly, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Sunday. I’ll understand if you want to end,” I pointed to Wade and then to myself, “this.”
Wade’s lips pulled into a frown, but only for a moment, “Look, I met you at a swinger party, so it’s not like I didn’t know you had a wild side to you.”
“I thought you might be more upset,” I said, looking down at the book on the table, reading again the title of the book I’d taken from the shelf. The Picture of Dorian Gray, a story about a man who chooses to indulge his hedonistic tendencies, and in the end, dies alone as a decrepit and disfigured corpse.
Wade shrugged his thick shoulders, “I try not to get upset about things I can’t control, but you don’t look so happy at the moment. Was it a good choice?”
I gave a bitter laugh, “I don’t know,” I admitted, “Ugh, sometimes I get so randy, I can’t think clearly. It’s like I have this part of me that wants to experience more sexually, like some deeply seated need that claws at me to be sated. But it also goes against everything I was taught.” Wade’s laughed surprised me and I looked up to see him smiling ruefully at me.
“You’re describing what every red-blooded male feels all the time,” Wade said, moving to sit on the edge of the couch. “Sex in and of itself isn’t bad, just like money isn’t necessarily evil. I really think it comes down to how we treat people. If you’re dishonest with someone, or worse, if you’re cruel to someone you’re in a sexual relationship with, then you need to find some perspective—some self-control. But I don’t think that’s you—you’re here now, being honest with me.”
I nodded as I thought about what Wade was saying. “That gives me something to ponder.” I knew I needed to confess more about my new job, that it would require sleeping with more than one client, but that hadn’t happened yet, so I decided not to elaborate further.
“Like I said,” Wade picked up again, “I know you and Ky are playing a game, so I’m not letting myself get too emotionally invested. As long as it’s a game, it’s just sex, right?”
I let Wade’s comment sink in for a long moment. Part of me did want something more serious with him, but I knew he wasn’t the type of man to share. I wondered for a moment what might have happened if I’d met Wade before Ky. Could the muscular brute have convinced me to marry him? He didn’t seem to have much interest in marriage, so probably not. But I could have easily slipped into a serious relationship with him.
I wanted it all, and that was the problem. I wanted to keep a strong marriage with Ky. I wanted Wade as a committed boyfriend, and I wanted to explore the sensual adventures that work would continue to provide. A memory of my husband trying to light a firecracker with a short fuse came to mind. He hadn’t wanted to waste what in his words was ‘a perfectly good firecracker’, so he lit it despite having almost no fuse. He wasn’t able to drop it before it blew up in his hands, causing severe pain and bruising. This felt similar, like I was playing with an explosive that had very little fuse.
“What if it wasn’t a game?” I asked, unable to stop myself.
Wade’s brow rose, “You and Ky having problems?”
I shook my head, “No, things are good,” I said firmly. “But we’ve both enjoyed exploring the hotwife adventure, and Ky seems to like the cuckold part of it more and more. We talked about not treating this like a game, but something more, real…” I paused as Wade begged me forward.
Leaving the book on the desk, I walked over and stood in front of Wade. With him seated on the old, beat-up couch, I was able to look down on him for once, I rather enjoyed the feeling. Wade parted his legs and I moved to stand between his thighs.
“That could be interesting,” Wade said, his head tilted back as he looked at me.
I felt as nervous as I had before performing in the school symphony when I was a teenager. My heart raced at the idea of having an actual boyfriend—a romantic relationship with another man. It was a carnally wicked thought, but it made the pleasure centers of my brain explode. “How exactly would that work? I’d have to find a way to include my husband because I won’t leave him.”
Wade’s gaze darted to my breasts and then back up to my eyes, and his smile grew wide, giving him a boyish look that made my heart flutter. “Yeah, I know. We’d just have to figure it out.”
Wade leaned forward and held my thighs between his hands. Taking the material from my leggings between his fingers, he pulled them down to my ankles. I smiled as I lifted each foot, leaving the workout garment, along with my knickers, on the floor. I’d started to move to my knees, but Wade seemed to have other ideas because he suddenly thrust his arms between my legs and lifted me off the ground. In the moment it took me to inhale a sharp breath, Wade lifted my legs over his shoulders so that his face came in direct contact with my pussy.
“Wade,” I gasped as he easily held me in the air. “I’m all sweaty and aahhh!” The sudden and deep penetration of Wade’s tongue into my entrance made stars explode behind my eyes.
I wrapped my arms around Wade’s head, clinging to him as if he was going to drop me off a cliff. The short hair on the sides of his scalp scratched against my skin. I came quickly and harder than I’d expected. From past experience, I knew Wade would try to tease me while I was super-sensitive after a good orgasm, so I tried to push myself away. Wade held me tight, however, and didn’t relent with his tongue.
“Bloody hell, Wade!” I gasped, slapping my hand uselessly against the top of his head. “Stop, please stop. Oh god stop.”
“I love it when you squirm,” he said, relenting only long enough to speak.
I growled out loud and redoubled my effort, “I can’t take anymore,” I cried. I finally felt Wade’s body turn, and he dropped me onto the couch cushion in a heap. It startled me, but at least the teasing had stopped. I breathed heavily, feeling a sheen of sweat break out on my skin.
Pulling my legs over his, Wade’s thumb rubbed over the top of my pussy, making me convulse and push at his hand. “Let me take you out next week. We could invite Cory and Joanna to go with us,” Wade said, running his fingers gently across my thigh. “Maybe dinner somewhere, and then go back home and play a few games, it’d be fun.”
I thought about it for a moment and then nodded in agreement, “I’d like that,” I said, hoping work wouldn’t conflict.
“If you want to drive Ky nuts, have him find a date and join us,” Wade suggested.
I felt my face flush at the idea, “That would drive him spare,” I admitted, “but he’d probably love it.”
“Of course he would,” Wade said, picking up my bare foot and massaging it in his enormous hands. “Ky’s a cuck at heart, so this kind of thing is like breathing oxygen into a fire. And besides, you know you’re never going back to a vanilla-light, traditional marriage, right?”
Wade’s comment brought me back to reality, and I sat up slightly, “What are you on about? Of course I’ll go back to that, someday.”
Wade guffawed as he shook his head. Turning to me, he raised a skeptical brow as he met my eyes, “You might tell yourself that because you’re not ready to accept it, but I’m not exactly a newborn here, I can see it in your eyes. There’s no going back for you.”
“That’s rubbish, and you’re barmy if you think that,” I said, but I didn’t truly feel any conviction, my words sounded bland even to me.
“You love the excitement,” Wade continued as if I hadn’t spoken, “and now you and Ky are basically codependent on one another—at least sexually speaking. You both get off on it. And I can always tell when I’m hitting close to the mark with you because your accent thickens, and you start using more British slang. That’s another reason I know I’m right.”
A long moment passed as Wade rubbed my feet. I could feel his semi-erect cock against my calf. “You’re still talking bollocks,” I said, biting my lip as soon as I heard the words leave my lips.
“See what I mean?” Wade said, wearing a shite-eating grin and wagging is brow. Wade took hold of my ankles and began to spread my legs apart as he pivoted himself toward me. “You might be a sarcastic little shit, but deep down, you’re a complete slut.”
I held my breath as I watched Wade move to his knees, moving his cock toward my pussy. He rested its thick meatiness between my lower lips and slowly see-sawed back and forth, the motion quickly lubricating his member and making my lower body tingle in excitement. I wanted to feel its fullness inside me, but frustratingly, Wade would only slide his cock over the surface of my pussy.
“If you want to really drive Ky crazy, you should cut him off for a while, maybe get him a cock cage. If he’s going down the cuckold path, he’ll love it,” Wade suggested.
I grunted in frustration as I tried to move myself up and catch the tip of Wade’s cock. This sliding back and forth was killing me. I needed more. But each time I did, Wade held himself back just enough so that I couldn’t get into position.
“Ah, be patient,” Wade admonished. He repositioned his hands on my lower legs, bending my knees and pressing my thighs into my chest, “tell me the truth. Admit you’re a slut.”
“Stop pissing about,” I whinged, feeling more of Wade’s weight on me.
“I’m not, I’m serious,” Wade said, waiting until my eyes met his. He looked at me with such intensity that I felt completely under his control. “Admit it for real. Admit you’re a slut.” Wade finally moved the tip of his cock to my entrance, but he held himself there.
If it would have been my husband, he wouldn’t have been able to hold the position for more than a few seconds, but I knew Wade could hold it all day.
“Fine,” I said, my tone biting and defiant. “I’m a slut. I said it. Are you happy?”
“Fuck no,” Wade said seriously, shaking his head, “say it like you mean it. Convince me you believe it.”
I tried in vain to thrust my hips toward him, but I had no leverage. Wade simply waited, an implacable look on his features.
“Fine,” I said in huff. I took a breath and calmed myself. “I’m a needy slut.” I said the words while holding Wade’s gaze, and for a moment, I thought I felt a subtle shift within me. I’d meant to only say the words with a little more conviction, but as my ears heard the words, I realized they were true.
“That’s better,” Wade said, his smile growing by two. He slid his cock into me slowly, rewarding my admission. “Don’t let that busy brain of yours overthink it. You’re a sensual woman. You have needs your husband can’t fulfill. But you have one of those rare husbands that understands, that’s why he ultimately wants you to be with me.”
For the next fifteen minutes I couldn’t formulate a coherent thought as Wade’s familiar girth reminded my pussy what proper sex was like. I drifted into that blissful state of euphoric haze and relished the pleasure that coursed through my body. A part of me still resisted the idea that my marriage wouldn’t return back to normal, but I would think on that later. For now I had the freedom to have sex with whomever I pleased, and I intended to use that freedom.
Suddenly a sharp pain exploded inside of me, “Fuck!” I shouted loudly, slapping my hand against Wade’s bulging chest as hard and as fast as I could. He pulled out and stopped.
“What is it,” Wade asked, his eyes wide with concern.
“Oh god,” I moaned, feeling like my insides had just been stirred by a hot poker. I grasped Wade’s cock in my hand, or at least as much as my hand could hold. “With my legs up like this, you’re getting in deeper than I can take.”
“I finally found the bottom, eh?” Wade teased, sitting back on his haunches.
“I guess so, yeah,” I said, sighing as my insides slowly went back to normal. “I still can’t believe I can fit any of your cock inside.” I gave Wade’s cock a squeeze in my hand.
“You can take more than any other woman I’ve ever been with—not that the body count is all that high,” Wade said. He placed his hand on my stomach and ran his fingers over my bare mound.
“How many women have you been with?” I asked, sliding my hand up and down his cock. I could feel the creamy froth that was forming between in my fingers. I was soaking.
Wade shrugged, his eyes on my stomach, “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Of course,” I said, my curiosity piqued.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” Wade replied. I through for a moment and then nodded. “You’re number six.”
I felt my eyes widen in surprise. Bloody hell… bloody fucking hell… A long silence passed between us as I continued to stroke the several inches of Wade’s cock that were not inside of me. It was a slightly uncomfortable angle for my arm, but I loved the feeling in my hand.
“Wade,” I said, feeling suddenly very timid. “God I’m such a slut.”
“What,” Wade laughed, “Is your number higher?”
“Seven,” I said softly, and then quickly added, “but two of them were a quick thing after surfing. It only lasted a few minutes, so it hardly counts. And one of those is Ky of course.”
“Of course,” Wade said, pressing his cock into me enough that I had to remove my hand.
He let one of my legs go and guided me around so that I was on my hands and knees in front of him. Never once did he completely pull his cock all the way out. I could have never done that with my husband.
“I can’t believe your number is only six,” I said, resting the side of my face on the couch cushion. Wade raised my hips slightly, and I felt him sink back into me slowly. “Ahhh,” I moaned at the renewed fullness.
“And one of them was my ex,” Wade said, pausing as his hips contacted the cheeks of my arse. “I’ve always tried to maintain some self-control in that department—well, until you came along. Hell, I don’t even look at porn or masturbate.”
“You don’t,” I said in surprise. It felt odd to be having this conversation on my knees and elbows, Wade’s cock deep inside of me. But it also felt wonderfully sensual.
“Not for years,” Wade said, beginning the slow rocking motion of his hips. “I did a lot as a teenager, but eventually I decided that I was just wasting my time, and it was becoming a habit I didn’t care to have.”
“I’m impressed,” I said, hissing accidently on the ‘s’ when Wade’s cock stretched the walls of my pussy.
“Hell, half of my number happened because of Rachel and her parties. I think she corrupted me, Wade said with a laugh.
“I think she corrupted both of us,” I said, giggling at the thought.
“I certainly learned a few things from her,” Wade admitted. He placed the tip of his thumb at my rose bud. Wade’s thumb slipped easily into my arse, and I groaned in the added pleasure. His hand was large enough that he could basically palm my arse cheek like a basketball.
My head swam anew as Wade began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. He plunged his own hips forward at the same time he pulled mine back, resulting in a sharp ‘slap’ at the contact of our flesh.
“Oh god Wade,” I panted, “I can’t believe what you make me feel.”
“You may be married,” Wade said, and I could tell even without looking that he had a smile on his face, “but I have every intention of claiming your pussy as mine.”
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Almost an hour later, I rode in the back of the Toyota Highlander, it’s Uber driver sneaking an occasional glance at me in the rearview mirror. I felt a stab of embarrassment at what the Uber driver might be noticing. The last time Wade came, he had pulled out and cum on my breasts, my face, and in my hair. And then like the immature teenager he often was, he kicked me out of the gym without letting me wash. Luckily it was dark, but even still, I was sure the driver could see the cum that was still caked into my eyebrows and the hair over my right ear. I’d tried to wipe off what I could, but he always came so much.
I ran my finger over my brow, feeling the dampness of the cum when I received a call on my mobile.
“Rafe, don’t tell me you’re still at work?” I said into the phone.
“Afraid so,” Rafe admitted. I could hear the fatigue in his voice. “I’m actually just leaving Morgan’s office. We’ve been on the phone for hours with potential client, but we’re close to getting a deal done.”
“That’s always good news,” I said, still unsure as to the nature of Rafe’s call.
“It is,” he said somewhat hesitantly. “It’s not exactly in the medical industry this time, so I have to confess that I’m a little out of my comfort zone, but Morgan appears to have it all handled.” The phone went quiet for a second before Rafe said, “Anyway, this client wants to meet with us tomorrow at the Ritz Carlton.”
“Is it close? I’ve never noticed one in San Diego.”
“It’s near Dana Point,” Rafe said, referring to a location a little north of San Diego. “Morgan wants us there for lunch, so I’ll pick you up about 10:30—don’t worry about going into the office. I’ll swing by your house.”
“Alright,” I said, feeling butterflies begin to take flight in my stomach. “Do you have any idea how long we’ll be there, maybe what to expect?”
“Sorry Hot Wheels,” Rafe said with a chuckle. “I don’t have any more info than that, but I’m sure it’ll be eventful.”
I ended the call and let my hand fall into my lap. My pussy still felt warm and a little sore, but it still throbbed with anticipation for what might happen the following day.
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Great chapter! Amazing talk between Wade and Nichole! Definetely Wade is much more mature that seemed at the beginning
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Awesome chapter. Love the BF play.
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Great chapter !
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Nice work! It obviously helps to draw on real life experience to inject realism into the plot.
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You are a talented writer sir.
What a tremendous story, a little fucking mixed in with the emotional human side of the story. This is so much more than the crazy fuck stories that are often considered erotica.
Thank you for the effort.
Thank you for sharing.
What a tremendous story, a little fucking mixed in with the emotional human side of the story. This is so much more than the crazy fuck stories that are often considered erotica.
Thank you for the effort.
Thank you for sharing.
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She wants something more than a game
More romantic more sensuous and a much higher risk to her marriage which the slut wants to keep. K Y must be pushed further aside if she is to realise her depraved nasty addictions and their marriage sinks further into the quagmire. What other unforeseen imminent dangers threaten their relationship.
Thanks K Y great chapter excellent dialogue it's hard, to put down.
More romantic more sensuous and a much higher risk to her marriage which the slut wants to keep. K Y must be pushed further aside if she is to realise her depraved nasty addictions and their marriage sinks further into the quagmire. What other unforeseen imminent dangers threaten their relationship.
Thanks K Y great chapter excellent dialogue it's hard, to put down.
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Will KY be pushed aside, or will he be drawn in as suggested by Wade? As a cuck, I prefer the latter option. However it would seem that Nichole may becum too busy with her work assignment to accommodate her husband and her boyfriend! Our esteemed author has set up an intriguing conflict.
Thanks Ky.
Thanks Ky.
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The dynamics of the situation are getting real interesting.
Will her job leave her enough time or energy for all of her lovers, including her husband? Or for any of her current lovers for that matter.
Will her job leave her enough time or energy for all of her lovers, including her husband? Or for any of her current lovers for that matter.
Great minds may think alike, but fools seldom differ.
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Pretty much!
But that’s the name of the cuckdom game. Watch powerlessly as your prey wife is chased down and consumed.
I’d have a bad experience went as overboard so quickly. Particularly that first night, get back to the house, lady!
As soon as “molding your sissy boy” entered the dialogue, I’m out.
Enjoy her slutty lack of control, everyone!
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Excellent chapter!!
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Another excellent chapter with a fine suggestion from Wade about the double date. Looking forward to the next installment.
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yeah but beans broccoli & toast = need for a gas mask
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In Australia its boardies or bikinis
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Another great chapter, Ky! And many insightful comments from your loyal readers.
I must say that I view the tea leaves a bit differently than my fellow readers as to the path to the "Edge" for Ky and Nichole. Let's not forget that a world class deviant, Morgan, is holding the cards here - and our visionary author has set up his readers for a mindfuck of epic proportions.
Ky has lobbied Nichole to elevate Wade to boyfriend status, and it is very clear that Nichole and Wade are all in.
When Morgan becomes aware (and I feel certain that he will) of Nichole's intensifying hotwife relationship with her former co-star, Wade, Morgan will enforce the "non-compete clause" in his employment agreement with Nichole, laying down the law that, while sex with hubby Ky is not forbidden, sex with anyone else is off limits, especially big dick benders with Wade that require days for Nichole to fully recover. And Morgan easily can enforce that prohibition by keeping Nichole so busy in her "employment" that she doesn't have time for any other dalliances.
So, what is really happening here? Ky, the willing cuck, continues his journey toward the "Edge", just not on the path that he seemed to prefer (ie. with Nichole in a "boyfriend" relationship with Wade). The new twist is that, for the first time in his sexual lifetime, Wade has become a cuck! Morgan leverages his position and creates a drastic shift in the power dynamic, giving Wade his first case of sexual whiplash. In transforming Wade from bull to cuck (at least as far as Nichole is concerned), Wade begrudgingly will learn first hand what it feels like to live in Ky's world. Imagine the interaction when Ky consoles Wade after Morgan cuts him off as to Nichole. Kindred spirits in cuckdom. The consummate odd couple!!! And imagine the intensity of the "employment" interactions that Morgan will script for Nichole to make her forget about her former bull-boyfriend. Remember, Morgan observed Nichole on stage with Wade, and knows very well what it takes to push Nichole's buttons to the extremes and make her interactions with Wade a distant memory.
When Wade encroaches on Morgan's turf - and his investment in Nichole - the hammer comes down, leaving no doubt that there is a new bull in town. And his name is Morgan . . .
Keep up the great work, Ky!
I must say that I view the tea leaves a bit differently than my fellow readers as to the path to the "Edge" for Ky and Nichole. Let's not forget that a world class deviant, Morgan, is holding the cards here - and our visionary author has set up his readers for a mindfuck of epic proportions.
Ky has lobbied Nichole to elevate Wade to boyfriend status, and it is very clear that Nichole and Wade are all in.
When Morgan becomes aware (and I feel certain that he will) of Nichole's intensifying hotwife relationship with her former co-star, Wade, Morgan will enforce the "non-compete clause" in his employment agreement with Nichole, laying down the law that, while sex with hubby Ky is not forbidden, sex with anyone else is off limits, especially big dick benders with Wade that require days for Nichole to fully recover. And Morgan easily can enforce that prohibition by keeping Nichole so busy in her "employment" that she doesn't have time for any other dalliances.
So, what is really happening here? Ky, the willing cuck, continues his journey toward the "Edge", just not on the path that he seemed to prefer (ie. with Nichole in a "boyfriend" relationship with Wade). The new twist is that, for the first time in his sexual lifetime, Wade has become a cuck! Morgan leverages his position and creates a drastic shift in the power dynamic, giving Wade his first case of sexual whiplash. In transforming Wade from bull to cuck (at least as far as Nichole is concerned), Wade begrudgingly will learn first hand what it feels like to live in Ky's world. Imagine the interaction when Ky consoles Wade after Morgan cuts him off as to Nichole. Kindred spirits in cuckdom. The consummate odd couple!!! And imagine the intensity of the "employment" interactions that Morgan will script for Nichole to make her forget about her former bull-boyfriend. Remember, Morgan observed Nichole on stage with Wade, and knows very well what it takes to push Nichole's buttons to the extremes and make her interactions with Wade a distant memory.
When Wade encroaches on Morgan's turf - and his investment in Nichole - the hammer comes down, leaving no doubt that there is a new bull in town. And his name is Morgan . . .
Keep up the great work, Ky!
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AMAZING analysis Duke, my friend!!!Duke Lattimore wrote: ↑Wed Oct 06, 2021 6:35 amAnother great chapter, Ky! And many insightful comments from your loyal readers.
I must say that I view the tea leaves a bit differently than my fellow readers as to the path to the "Edge" for Ky and Nichole. Let's not forget that a world class deviant, Morgan, is holding the cards here - and our visionary author has set up his readers for a mindfuck of epic proportions.
Ky has lobbied Nichole to elevate Wade to boyfriend status, and it is very clear that Nichole and Wade are all in.
When Morgan becomes aware (and I feel certain that he will) of Nichole's intensifying hotwife relationship with her former co-star, Wade, Morgan will enforce the "non-compete clause" in his employment agreement with Nichole, laying down the law that, while sex with hubby Ky is not forbidden, sex with anyone else is off limits, especially big dick benders with Wade that require days for Nichole to fully recover. And Morgan easily can enforce that prohibition by keeping Nichole so busy in her "employment" that she doesn't have time for any other dalliances.
So, what is really happening here? Ky, the willing cuck, continues his journey toward the "Edge", just not on the path that he seemed to prefer (ie. with Nichole in a "boyfriend" relationship with Wade). The new twist is that, for the first time in his sexual lifetime, Wade has become a cuck! Morgan leverages his position and creates a drastic shift in the power dynamic, giving Wade his first case of sexual whiplash. In transforming Wade from bull to cuck (at least as far as Nichole is concerned), Wade begrudgingly will learn first hand what it feels like to live in Ky's world. Imagine the interaction when Ky consoles Wade after Morgan cuts him off as to Nichole. Kindred spirits in cuckdom. The consummate odd couple!!! And imagine the intensity of the "employment" interactions that Morgan will script for Nichole to make her forget about her former bull-boyfriend. Remember, Morgan observed Nichole on stage with Wade, and knows very well what it takes to push Nichole's buttons to the extremes and make her interactions with Wade a distant memory.
When Wade encroaches on Morgan's turf - and his investment in Nichole - the hammer comes down, leaving no doubt that there is a new bull in town. And his name is Morgan . . .
Keep up the great work, Ky!
Are we talking here then about a squared cuckold ?
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Indeed, Oscar! It is the perfect setup. Wade is under the illusion that he is gaining total control, courtesy of Nichole & Ky. But recall the critical omission from the most recent scene featuring Nichole & Wade and the following dialogue:
Nichole: With a heavy sigh . . .“I slept with a client last weekend, before I came to see you on Sunday.” I said it bluntly, and my first instinct was to soften it, but as I thought about it, I decided it was better simply to have it said.
Wade: A mix of emotions appeared to cross Wade’s features, but he stilled them quickly. “I see.” A long silence hung between us, and I was about to speak when Wade said, “Well, we’re not in any kind of a committed relationship, so I appreciate you letting me know.”
Nichole: “I felt I owed that to you,” I said meekly, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Sunday. I’ll understand if you want to end,” I pointed to Wade and then to myself, “this.”
Wade: “Look, I met you at a swinger party, so it’s not like I didn’t know you had a wild side to you.”
Nichole: “I thought you might be more upset . . .”
Wade: “I try not to get upset about things I can’t control, but you don’t look so happy at the moment. Was it a good choice?”
Nichole: “I don’t know,” I admitted, “Ugh, sometimes I get so randy, I can’t think clearly. It’s like I have this part of me that wants to experience more sexually, like some deeply seated need that claws at me to be sated. But it also goes against everything I was taught.”
Wade: Wade’s laughed surprised me and I looked up to see him smiling ruefully at me. “You’re describing what every red-blooded male feels all the time,” Wade said, moving to sit on the edge of the couch. “Sex in and of itself isn’t bad, just like money isn’t necessarily evil. I really think it comes down to how we treat people. If you’re dishonest with someone, or worse, if you’re cruel to someone you’re in a sexual relationship with, then you need to find some perspective—some self-control. But I don’t think that’s you—you’re here now, being honest with me.”
Nichole: I nodded as I thought about what Wade was saying. “That gives me something to ponder.” I knew I needed to confess more about my new job, that it would require sleeping with more than one client, but that hadn’t happened yet, so I decided not to elaborate further.
POINT: Not only does Nichole not confess anything more about her new job, she also omits an element that would be of great interest to Wade - that she not only is working for Morgan, but also that Morgan is in complete control of her sexual destiny, be it a trip to the Ritz in San Diego or an extended stay overseas for a client "installation". Clearly, Wade not only knows who Morgan is, but also is aware of the power that he wields. The omission of that pivotal tidbit sets Wade up for a drastic fall, thinking that Nichole is under his sexual control, only to find that Morgan has played his trump card - and the winner is taking ALL!
Dealing with cuckold angst is tough enough when a cuck invites it. Dealing with cuckold angst as a bull, who not only did not seek it but also is not wired that way, will be an emasculation of galactic proportions for good ole Wade . . .
So, Oscar, I'll see your "squared cuckold" - and raise you with an "exponential cuckold"!!!
Nichole: With a heavy sigh . . .“I slept with a client last weekend, before I came to see you on Sunday.” I said it bluntly, and my first instinct was to soften it, but as I thought about it, I decided it was better simply to have it said.
Wade: A mix of emotions appeared to cross Wade’s features, but he stilled them quickly. “I see.” A long silence hung between us, and I was about to speak when Wade said, “Well, we’re not in any kind of a committed relationship, so I appreciate you letting me know.”
Nichole: “I felt I owed that to you,” I said meekly, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Sunday. I’ll understand if you want to end,” I pointed to Wade and then to myself, “this.”
Wade: “Look, I met you at a swinger party, so it’s not like I didn’t know you had a wild side to you.”
Nichole: “I thought you might be more upset . . .”
Wade: “I try not to get upset about things I can’t control, but you don’t look so happy at the moment. Was it a good choice?”
Nichole: “I don’t know,” I admitted, “Ugh, sometimes I get so randy, I can’t think clearly. It’s like I have this part of me that wants to experience more sexually, like some deeply seated need that claws at me to be sated. But it also goes against everything I was taught.”
Wade: Wade’s laughed surprised me and I looked up to see him smiling ruefully at me. “You’re describing what every red-blooded male feels all the time,” Wade said, moving to sit on the edge of the couch. “Sex in and of itself isn’t bad, just like money isn’t necessarily evil. I really think it comes down to how we treat people. If you’re dishonest with someone, or worse, if you’re cruel to someone you’re in a sexual relationship with, then you need to find some perspective—some self-control. But I don’t think that’s you—you’re here now, being honest with me.”
Nichole: I nodded as I thought about what Wade was saying. “That gives me something to ponder.” I knew I needed to confess more about my new job, that it would require sleeping with more than one client, but that hadn’t happened yet, so I decided not to elaborate further.
POINT: Not only does Nichole not confess anything more about her new job, she also omits an element that would be of great interest to Wade - that she not only is working for Morgan, but also that Morgan is in complete control of her sexual destiny, be it a trip to the Ritz in San Diego or an extended stay overseas for a client "installation". Clearly, Wade not only knows who Morgan is, but also is aware of the power that he wields. The omission of that pivotal tidbit sets Wade up for a drastic fall, thinking that Nichole is under his sexual control, only to find that Morgan has played his trump card - and the winner is taking ALL!
Dealing with cuckold angst is tough enough when a cuck invites it. Dealing with cuckold angst as a bull, who not only did not seek it but also is not wired that way, will be an emasculation of galactic proportions for good ole Wade . . .
So, Oscar, I'll see your "squared cuckold" - and raise you with an "exponential cuckold"!!!
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Re: To the Edge and Back
Hey Duke, I really like your devious concept. To the extent that power exchange is a key theme in Ky's work, his loss of control will be a major cumdown for Wade. Something he surely does not seek nor anticipate. So very intriguing! Great idea 
