To the Edge and Back

[R_H_NC]

Although it is the height of redundancy............another great chapter Ky.

[dorsetben]

Awesome Ky - just awesome mate...

[SamWarrens]

Can't wait for Halloween part 2 .
Hope its not a long wait.

[RGS22]

“My little kite wants the string to be let out a little more, fly a little higher?”

Better make sure that's a Kevlar string!

[Frenchie]

You're certainly a master of this universe, Ky.

Thanks for the fantastic work !

[Open2it]

Outstanding!

[Duke Lattimore]

Ky, in jest, I was going to ask if any extra tickets were available to attend Part 2 of the Hottest Halloween Party in History. On reflection, I realized that you already had awarded a free ticket to each and every one of your fans on this thread, as you transformed each reader into a voyeur with a ringside seat next to you and Rachel, with your incredible multi-dimensional depiction of Nichole's irreversible plunge into the depths of the Hotwife Abyss.

Bravo, Ky. BRAVO!!!

[JustWantToWatch]

Best chapter yet!!!

[OOAA]

Ky, in jest, I was going to ask if any extra tickets were available to attend Part 2 of the Hottest Halloween Party in History. On reflection, I realized that you already had awarded a free ticket to each and every one of your fans on this thread, as you transformed each reader into a voyeur with a ringside seat next to you and Rachel, with your incredible multi-dimensional depiction of Nichole's irreversible plunge into the depths of the Hotwife Abyss.

Bravo, Ky. BRAVO!!!

[KyGrappler80]

This chapter reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from one of my kids: does Mom know you were into D&D? Implication being that I was a big nerd. Like how you wove that into this.

[Wistful]

“To the Edge and Back” is my first foray into fiction from the OHW Library. Ky_Da has proven he is an accomplished story-teller and “To the Edge and Back” is an absorbing read.

By way of apology for not having offered comment sooner, even knowing Ky_Da appreciates input, I never read OHW fiction. Journaling which I believe to be real-life is all that interests me.

But Ky_Da presented a special case since I was long a follower of his factual threads describing his and his wife’s real exploits. I thought I should express my appreciation since I’m now well-hooked on “To the Edge and Back”. (Who knows, I may even have to spend more time in the Library.)

I was particularly intrigued by the few chapters told in first person from Nichole’s point of view. I remember back to when Ky_Da’s wife Jamie posted her first few tentative posts on OHW asking guidance. (And as I recall, she was posting months in advance of Ky_Da’s appearance here on OHW?)

Nichole seems more bold; Jamie (as I recall) seemed so tentative. Not that there’s any reason there shouldn’t be a contrast—Jamie’s posts were so long ago (experientially) those old posts may as well be from a different life.

Any chance Jamie might ever consent to come back to OHW for a few posts? I would welcome her thoughts or observations about your (as a couple) past explorations, current lives, or even comments on “To the Edge and Back”. Please pass on a “hello” to Jamie, and maybe a gentle suggestion to revisit OHW?

[Ky_Da]

Ky, in jest, I was going to ask if any extra tickets were available to attend Part 2 of the Hottest Halloween Party in History. On reflection, I realized that you already had awarded a free ticket to each and every one of your fans on this thread, as you transformed each reader into a voyeur with a ringside seat next to you and Rachel, with your incredible multi-dimensional depiction of Nichole's irreversible plunge into the depths of the Hotwife Abyss.

Bravo, Ky. BRAVO!!!

Duke - much appreciation for your comments. I always look forward to reading them when I see your name on the post. I really appreciate the time you take to put down a few thoughtful comments.

[Ky_Da]

“To the Edge and Back” is my first foray into fiction from the OHW Library. Ky_Da has proven he is an accomplished story-teller and “To the Edge and Back” is an absorbing read.

By way of apology for not having offered comment sooner, even knowing Ky_Da appreciates input, I never read OHW fiction. Journaling which I believe to be real-life is all that interests me.

But Ky_Da presented a special case since I was long a follower of his factual threads describing his and his wife’s real exploits. I thought I should express my appreciation since I’m now well-hooked on “To the Edge and Back”. (Who knows, I may even have to spend more time in the Library.)

I was particularly intrigued by the few chapters told in first person from Nichole’s point of view. I remember back to when Ky_Da’s wife Jamie posted her first few tentative posts on OHW asking guidance. (And as I recall, she was posting months in advance of Ky_Da’s appearance here on OHW?)

Nichole seems more bold; Jamie (as I recall) seemed so tentative. Not that there’s any reason there shouldn’t be a contrast—Jamie’s posts were so long ago (experientially) those old posts may as well be from a different life.

Any chance Jamie might ever consent to come back to OHW for a few posts? I would welcome her thoughts or observations about your (as a couple) past explorations, current lives, or even comments on “To the Edge and Back”. Please pass on a “hello” to Jamie, and maybe a gentle suggestion to revisit OHW?

Wistful - I truly enjoyed reading your thoughts today, they made me go back and reflect a little to when my own journey started way back when. You're right that Jaimee was the first to post on OHW. She'd caught me reading Xleg stories and, well, the rest is history as they say. I found it interesting that you found Nichole to be more bold than Jaimee, but as I think about it, I can see your point. While our own steps into the hotwife/cuckold scene were certainly an adventure, this story is intended to a 'what-if' alternative, the premise being what-if we'd continued, what-if we'd pushed the envelope further, what-if we'd thrown cation to the wind, etc. I started the story with the idea that Nichole was based on my wife, but as the story begins to explore new adventures (more extreme adventures) I'm having to try to use more imagination to find how my wife might act in such cases. When Jaimee read the first chapter of the Halloween party, she gave me an eye roll and muttered something about being mental, haha.

There may be a day in the future when my wife might be convinced to post something, but I know that's not anytime soon. As she's reminded me more than a few times that 'she's a mum now', and doesn't have time to be 'messing about'. We fell back into things with a prior boyfriend for a time last year, and that was a bad idea. It really muddied the waters, but that's a whole other post, we both learned a lesson there. Now, with my wife being pregnant again, she's gotten to be 'tiger mom' fierce about her role as a mother, and hotwifing is more and more pushed off to the side.

I do have more chapters planned from Nichole's perspective, and I hope I can keep things interesting enough for you to keep reading along. I worry that people might start hating on Nichole for a time, because things really do go off the rails for a while. But like the title says, the story includes coming Back again.

[Ky_Da]

This chapter reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from one of my kids: does Mom know you were into D&D? Implication being that I was a big nerd. Like how you wove that into this.

KyGrappler - I had a few years, starting when I was about 11, that I was a big D&D fan. I found a stash of original books and dice that had been heavily used back in the mid 80s. A few friends and I tried out the game and were hooked - at least until we got jobs, cars, girlfriends, etc. Then the games basically went back into the box. We got together a couple of years ago and pulled out the box for old-time-sake. We talked about playing a game, but if you've ever played D&D, there is no way to play a short game. We ended up drinking beer and watching old movies until way too late.

[R_H_NC]

Reading about comments from Ky_Da's (and now revealed, Jaimee's) original posts makes me sad they had disappeared prior to my arrival. While I know that the Derrick experience was generally (or at least ended up as) a negative period, I would have appreciated hearing the details.

While I am certainly like most men here interested in the salacious details, I am much more interested in the journey. What works for a particular couple, what doesn't. What missteps occurred, what corrective action was taken. Did it end in disaster or (as with Ky_Da and Jaimee) with a happy and more secure marriage? I have said many times, I fear my time is past but I do endeavor to be a 'glass half-full' kind of guy and hold hope in my heart.

There's that and the fact that I am, like Ky_Da I believe, a left-brain thinker, so I analyze and examine, pretty much everything, particularly behavior. In some ways it's a professional by-product, in others, merely a personality trait.

[OOAA]

This chapter reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from one of my kids: does Mom know you were into D&D? Implication being that I was a big nerd. Like how you wove that into this.

KyGrappler - I had a few years, starting when I was about 11, that I was a big D&D fan. I found a stash of original books and dice that had been heavily used back in the mid 80s. A few friends and I tried out the game and were hooked - at least until we got jobs, cars, girlfriends, etc. Then the games basically went back into the box. We got together a couple of years ago and pulled out the box for old-time-sake. We talked about playing a game, but if you've ever played D&D, there is no way to play a short game. We ended up drinking beer and watching old movies until way too late.

...... yeah, I do remember roleplaying D&D quite long time ago ...

... nowadays the roleplaying topics have changed a little bit though

[txrockdog]

“To the Edge and Back” is my first foray into fiction from the OHW Library. Ky_Da has proven he is an accomplished story-teller and “To the Edge and Back” is an absorbing read.

By way of apology for not having offered comment sooner, even knowing Ky_Da appreciates input, I never read OHW fiction. Journaling which I believe to be real-life is all that interests me.

But Ky_Da presented a special case since I was long a follower of his factual threads describing his and his wife’s real exploits. I thought I should express my appreciation since I’m now well-hooked on “To the Edge and Back”. (Who knows, I may even have to spend more time in the Library.)

I was particularly intrigued by the few chapters told in first person from Nichole’s point of view. I remember back to when Ky_Da’s wife Jamie posted her first few tentative posts on OHW asking guidance. (And as I recall, she was posting months in advance of Ky_Da’s appearance here on OHW?)

Nichole seems more bold; Jamie (as I recall) seemed so tentative. Not that there’s any reason there shouldn’t be a contrast—Jamie’s posts were so long ago (experientially) those old posts may as well be from a different life.

Any chance Jamie might ever consent to come back to OHW for a few posts? I would welcome her thoughts or observations about your (as a couple) past explorations, current lives, or even comments on “To the Edge and Back”. Please pass on a “hello” to Jamie, and maybe a gentle suggestion to revisit OHW?

Wistful - I truly enjoyed reading your thoughts today, they made me go back and reflect a little to when my own journey started way back when. You're right that Jaimee was the first to post on OHW. She'd caught me reading Xleg stories and, well, the rest is history as they say. I found it interesting that you found Nichole to be more bold than Jaimee, but as I think about it, I can see your point. While our own steps into the hotwife/cuckold scene were certainly an adventure, this story is intended to a 'what-if' alternative, the premise being what-if we'd continued, what-if we'd pushed the envelope further, what-if we'd thrown cation to the wind, etc. I started the story with the idea that Nichole was based on my wife, but as the story begins to explore new adventures (more extreme adventures) I'm having to try to use more imagination to find how my wife might act in such cases. When Jaimee read the first chapter of the Halloween party, she gave me an eye roll and muttered something about being mental, haha.

There may be a day in the future when my wife might be convinced to post something, but I know that's not anytime soon. As she's reminded me more than a few times that 'she's a mum now', and doesn't have time to be 'messing about'. We fell back into things with a prior boyfriend for a time last year, and that was a bad idea. It really muddied the waters, but that's a whole other post, we both learned a lesson there. Now, with my wife being pregnant again, she's gotten to be 'tiger mom' fierce about her role as a mother, and hotwifing is more and more pushed off to the side.

I do have more chapters planned from Nichole's perspective, and I hope I can keep things interesting enough for you to keep reading along. I worry that people might start hating on Nichole for a time, because things really do go off the rails for a while. But like the title says, the story includes coming Back again.

Ky, First off, great chapter! Can’t wait to read the rest. 2nd, about your writing style and the premise for this story, I am not sure if it was the way it always happened or if you managed to write it that way after the fact; but one of the things I always loved about reading your adventures with Jaimee was her seemingly innate ability to push you to the very edge and then know when you had had too much and it was not fun anymore. I always sensed that her major complaint was that she knew in her heart that all she wanted was to take you as far as you wanted to go towards the edge, but that it was your insecurity and lack of trust in questioning her that “ruined” the game at times for her.

I do wonder if your writings can one day be a roadmap for you as a couple to re-explore some of the darker parts of the lifestyle that seemed to beckon to both of you, once the kids are older and the “tiger” mom instincts settle down a bit. Either way, knowing how the characters are drawn from real life makes this story so much more fascinating to read. Again, great job and keep going, we can’t wait to read more!

[coastalover]

"by txrockdog » Tue Jun 15, 2021 12:22 pm
Ky, First off, great chapter! Can’t wait to read the rest. 2nd, about your writing style and the premise for this story, I am not sure if it was the way it always happened or if you managed to write it that way after the fact; but one of the things I always loved about reading your adventures with Jaimee was her seemingly innate ability to push you to the very edge and then know when you had had too much and it was not fun anymore. I always sensed that her major complaint was that she knew in her heart that all she wanted was to take you as far as you wanted to go towards the edge, but that it was your insecurity and lack of trust in questioning her that “ruined” the game at times for her.

I do wonder if your writings can one day be a roadmap for you as a couple to re-explore some of the darker parts of the lifestyle that seemed to beckon to both of you, once the kids are older and the “tiger” mom instincts settle down a bit. Either way, knowing how the characters are drawn from real life makes this story so much more fascinating to read. Again, great job and keep going, we can’t wait to read more!"

txtockdog captures what I think is the most important thing to take away from Ky's stories/adventures both real and fictional. His uncanny knack to be able to allow others to see the internal conflict that is in each character and between the characters. Notwithstanding Ky's humility about getting a lot wrong it actually helps others to see what can and does go wrong and also what is so right about it when true love guides the communications between a couple.

I think Ky's writings have to be immortalized to the benefit of the lifestyle as a tutorial for beginners and anyone who really wants to do it right. I'm not sure who would benefit most by reading, the wives or the husbands. There is so much for both.

[twin12set]

Fantastic chapter. How will the prize be taken. 7 days away for the lucky couple?

[R_H_NC]

Fantastic chapter. How will the prize be taken. 7 days away for the lucky couple?

I kinda doubt Ky will be going........but, we'll see

[Duke Lattimore]

First things first. On Monday, Morgan Schultz "promotes" Nichole and relocates her to the "correct" department, facilitating a daily, workplace foray to feed her burgeoning size queen appetite.

Morgan replaces Wade & Marcus as Nichole's mentor for extramarital activities and begins a rapid expansion of both her sexual horizons and the roster of “qualified” participants in her interactions (including DeMarco, who feasts on her submissiveness and the absence of “no” in her sexual vocabulary).

The 7 day resort trip will be for Nichole and Wade as the victors at the Halloween Party, but waiting on them at the resort will be Morgan, who will orchestrate a week of debauchery that will take Nichole to much deeper recesses in the hotwife abyss.

Ky, your loyal readers can't wait to see how you script the next stage of Nichole's devolution! Keep up the fabulous work!!!

[Ky_Da]

Chapter 34

Hey all, a nice long read for the weekend. Hopefully the effort earns some comments. Thank you to those that take time to leave their thoughts.

Swinger Halloween Party Part 2

Looking out into the crowd, I felt like I was seeing through another person’s eyes because there was no possible way I could have been involved with what had just now happened on the temporary stage. Yet, the scorching heat I felt in my pussy made it difficult to deny that it hadn’t been me. Oh god, what had I done? Had my husband witnessed my display of depravity ?



While I could hear people speaking around me, including Wade’s low voice, I purposefully ignored them as I tried to bring my breathing back under control. I’d never felt so lifeless before, like every muscle in my body had been pushed passed the point of failure, not once, but over and over. Even lifting my head felt like an impossible feat, so I let myself rest in Wade’s arms. I could still feel the aftershocks of the powerful orgasms that I’d experienced, my limbs occasionally twitching of their own accord.



Wade’s strong embrace was comforting, and I clung to him like a lifeline. I could feel his immense heat, his body sweating heavily against mine. I wanted to wipe the perspiration from my own forehead, but the effort wasn’t worth the expenditure of energy. People were again dancing, but many would still take quick glances at us, at me, on the stage. How many people had just watched me be fucked by a man that wasn’t my husband, had seen me be taken? How many people had seen my exposed breasts, my naked body? Would I wake up in a few days and regret what had just happened?



I took a moment to glance down at myself, every square inch still painted as black as the darkest sky, Wade’s arm so white compared to the blackness of my painted skin. I’d been told that the makeup would come off if I used soap, but I couldn’t help but wonder if some of the blackness would remain. I felt as if I’d crossed a one-way bridge, and now there was no going back. But if the high I was feeling was something I could feel again, and if I was completely honest with myself, I really didn’t want to go back.



“Still think that was a bad idea?” Wade asked me, his mouth just above my ear.



“Probably,” I said without conviction, my voice more of a whisper. “Can we go?”



“If you want to,” Wade said, pulling me in tightly and wiping the perspiration from my forehead with his thumb, “but you do have some admirers that want to meet you.”



I wanted to shake my head, but that too felt like too much effort. “I can’t believe how knackered I am. What did you do to me?”



“I,” Wade began, his lips again close to my ear, “showed a posh girl what it feels like to get good and fucked.”



“Always the savage,” I said, but felt a smile tug at my lips.



“Only because I know that’s what you like.” Wade grew quiet for a moment and then added, “I’ve never fucked a girl like that before… thank you.”



I forced myself to turn my head enough to see Wade’s face, “Thank you?” I asked, “that’d a weird thing to say.”



Wade snorted softly and I felt him shrug against me. “Yeah, I guess. I just mean I’ve always had to hold back whenever I’ve been with someone in the moment, but I didn’t that time, and it felt fucking incredible. Thank you for that.”



His sincerity touched me. I shook my head, “You’re barmy, Wade. You know that, yeah,” I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the closeness I was feeling with this man.



“Are you kidding me? I don’t even know what barmy means?”



“My dim barbarian,” I said as I raised one hand up to touch Wade’s cheek, the tenderness in my words surprised me. “You don’t have to thank me, I quite enjoyed that.”



“Oh, I knew that,” Wade said, his teasing tone returning, “I could feel you cumming on my cock. It’s like you were custom made to fit my cock.”



“Wade, you shouldn’t say things like that. It’s so crass.”



Wade only laughed, “I guess you probably better get used to hearing crass because I plan on fucking you frequently.”



“I suppose I could get used to the fucking idea,” I said, putting more emphasis as I said ‘fucking’.



“That’s my posh-girl,” Wade said in satisfaction.



“Did this actually just happen?” I said, letting my head rest in the crook of Wade’s arm again.



“You mean did I fuck your little cunt in front of hundreds of people?” I closed my eyes and cringed as my ability to think clearly began to return. “Hey, they drew our number, we didn’t have any choice.”



“Bullocks, that’s not true. We could have passed. I wanted to pass.”



“I know you did,” Wade admitted, “but you were already at the top of the high dive at the pool, you only needed a little push. And besides, I wanted that vacation and the money. We’re going to have an amazing time.”



“So this was about money?” I said, opening my eyes and looking to Wade again.



Wade gave me a smirk, “No, I would have done it for free, but I’m not going to turn it down. Imagine, you and me, a week of nothing but sex, food, and hanging out on the beach. And it’s all free.”



“Oh, you’re inviting me. How nice.”



Wade shook his head, “No, there’s no invitation, it’s implied you’ll be there. Who else will keep my cock warm?”



“God Wade, you’re so full of yourself sometimes,” I said, but it was obvious even to me that I had no ire behind the words.



“No, posh-girl,” Wade said, cupping his hand over my sex, “You’re so full of me sometimes.”



I couldn’t help but laugh, “Ugh, so the king of cheese.”



“Ha,” Wade guffawed softly, “that’s me, but I have every intention of showing my posh girlfriend a good time at the Ritz.”



“Wade,” I said, my voice suddenly sterner, “I’m not your girlfriend.”



“Yeah, we’ll need to talk about that,” Wade said, seemingly unaffected from my warning. “Now come on, you’ve got to meet and greet some of your fans before we can get out of here.”




Chapter 35


“The wrong department?” I said, repeating Morgan’s statement.



Morgan nodded, “She’s in a sales position right now, but I think she’d have a lot more success in a business development role.”



“Mr. Shultz,” I said, trying to be respectful despite sitting there in a cum-stained robe, “I’m not sure why you’re talking to me about this. If you talked to her, I’m sure she’d be open to discuss it.”



Morgan took out a cigar and went through the motions of cutting the tip and lighting the end with a match. I’d read somewhere that cigar’s are supposed to be lit with a match, but I couldn’t remember why. I got the feeling that Morgan was a man who appreciated the finer things in life.



“First, call me Morgan. You don’t work for me, and I’d hoped to have an informal relationship with you,” Morgan said, “and second, I intend to speak with her next week about making a change,” he took a draw of the smoke and held it, seeming to savor the experience for a long moment before he exhaled. “What I need to know from you is, would you be supportive if she took such a role?”



That made me pause a moment and think. My mind immediately thought of a hundred things that he could be referring to. “Obviously this role requires something that’s out of the ordinary from, let’s say, ‘traditional duties’,” I said, doing my best not to feel intimidated by the man. “What specifically would she be doing that I’d need to be supportive of?”



Morgan gave me a knowing smile, “Very good, to the heart of it then,” he said with a nod. “A few years ago, I created an office called the Special Projects Division—we just call it the SPD for short—but basically I created it to help us attract and maintain a ‘special’ clientele.” Morgan shifted in his seat, leaning forward ever so slightly. “To date, we haven’t really done much with the SPD.” The older man smiled wryly and laughed, “Actually, the SPD only has one employee right now, but she’s had a tremendous amount of success.”



“Is that Victoria?” I asked.



“Oh god no,” Morgan said quickly. He suddenly turned and glanced behind him, a guilty chagrined look on his face. “Don’t misunderstand, Victoria’s great between the sheets, but she could never do the job,” Morgan said in a whispered, conspiratorial voice. “She’s one of a thousand Instagram models, gorgeous, sexy, fun to play with, but vapid as a Twilight novel...”



I had to laugh at that. I hated those damn books with a white-hot passion. Stupid Bella, she had the most dependent personality of any character I’d ever read. I shook my head as I realized I was getting lost in my own thoughts.



“…I’ll cut to the quick,” Morgan continued in a more conversational tone, “we entertain a large number of clients, and it’s not uncommon for us to hire escorts to help with some of the entertainment, but some of the clients aren’t looking for just a pretty woman to warm their bed. They’re looking for someone they can communicate with, someone they can trust, someone that can provide true companionship. And that takes a very special kind of person.”



“I think I smell what you’re cooking,” I said, feeling an anxiousness welling up inside me. “You think Nichole is the kind of person you’re looking for.”



“Victoria’s beautiful, fun, and easy to talk to, but there’s no depth to her. Your wife, on the other hand, is beautiful, cultured, educated, and…” Morgan turned his head and glanced toward the stage, “…obviously very open to adventure. She’s an all-star.”



“But she’d basically be an escort, she’d trade sex for sales,” I said in more of a statement than a question.



“If you want to boil it down so crudely, I suppose that’s somewhat accurate, but it’s a lot more than that,” Morgan explained. “We truly pride ourselves in selling a good product. We spend millions in research and development in order to have the most cutting-edge equipment and technology, but we’re still the new-kid-on-the-block and it takes that something extra to be able to start building those relationships. In short, we value our customers and want to build strong relationships with them. If we do that, the sales will come naturally.”



“But sex is a part of that relationship,” I said. For some reason I still felt the need to keep beating that drum.



“Not always,” Morgan said, flourishing his cigar in circular motion, “but yes, sometimes it is,” he admitted. “It would never be something that’s forced. Your wife would be completely autonomous to make whatever decision she feels she needs to—I can work out all those details with her if she’s interested—but I wanted to start the conversation with you to know if this was something you could support. It wouldn’t work if you didn’t. I wouldn’t even approach her about it.”



I nodded slowly, “I don’t know Morgan. My wife sleeping with clients…” I paused to collect my thoughts. Morgan’s brow rose, and I saw his eyes slowly go to the stage again and then back to me. It was obvious what he was thinking. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” I said, feeling a bit flustered. “We haven’t gotten completely into the swinger scene though—tonight was a bit of one-off if you know what I mean. We’ve just been doing some, experimenting,” I tried to explain.



“I understand,” Morgan said, sitting up in his chair. “And it might be that the SPD carries on with a single employee, but if you’re alright with me speaking to Nichole, I’d like to pitch her a proposal.”



“I’m not going to stand her way if this is an opportunity she wants to pursue,” I said as Morgan stood. “Nichole’s free to do as she chooses, but I doubt she’d do it.”



“I understand,” Morgan said as he adjusted his suit coat. “But the position does have a significant financial up-side to it, maybe that’ll be of interest to her.”



Morgan extended his hand, and I shook it, which felt strange because no one these days was shaking hands because of the pandemic. He then left and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me to my thoughts. I couldn’t believe that had just happened, I thought to myself as I scanned the crowd, looking for anyone I might recognize. The guy had some serious stones to just come up and ask if I was okay with him offering my wife a job as a corporate whore.



With that thought in my head, I inhaled a deep breath, feeling that lustful high fill me like helium to a balloon. The thought of Nichole spreading her legs to different men as part of her job was an erotic thought more powerful than any I’d experienced before. It was a ridiculous notion to be sure, but fuck if the thought of it didn’t start getting me excited. I had another firm erection, and I knew I was oozing precum under my robe. I could feel the wet and sticky cum from previous ejaculations against my thighs as the robe shifted.



I was seriously tempted to go find something with some alcohol in it to drink, but I didn’t want to wake up with another hangover, and I really didn’t want to take the chance that I’d end up passed out in front of a bunch of strangers. And besides, I still needed to keep an eye out for my wife. I felt a certain comfort level that Wade would take care of her, but I still had to make sure she was going to be alright.



The gathering of a small crowd not too far from my table caught my attention, so I sat up to see what was going on. For a moment I wondered if an orgy was going to break out, and I had to admit, I kind of wanted to see that. I had to stand in order to see well enough, and when I did, I got the second shock of the night, or maybe it was the third, or even forth, the night had been eventful.



It took me a moment to spot her because her dark makeup was almost a perfect camouflage in the dim dancehall. Nichole stood in the middle of about a dozen people that had gathered around her, and she was still completely nude. Sure her costume had been ruined by Conan the Barbarian, but I guess I’d expected her to find something to cover herself with. Only she hadn’t. It was something else to see her as she stood confidently amongst the others. Sure, she wasn’t the only one in the dancehall that was nude, so maybe that helped her feel more comfortable with it, but seeing her there had an impact on me that I wasn’t prepared for.



Nichole looked like she was having fun. She was smiling and laughing as she talked with those around her. In another surprise, she even let a few people take pictures with her. It blew my mind to see her looking so comfortable with her nudity, simply standing in the open on full display for everyone to see.



The music thrummed, and the overhead lights flashed and swept around the dancefloor, and as I inhaled, I could smell the earthy, musky scent of marijuana, as well as the lingering scent of Morgan’s cigar. I’d never felt as turned on and aroused as I did right then. Part of me wanted to pick up my wife and take her home. Forget about the swinger shit, Wade, Marcus… but I knew I wasn’t going to do that. The powerful feeling I had in knowing that my naked wife was going to spend the night with her barbarian lover was more than I was capable of resisting. I was already committed for the evening, I might as well see it though.



“She looks like she’s having fun,” I heard Rachel say as she took my arm.



“She has no fear,” I said, taking one final look at my wife, her painted breasts and sex completely exposed to everyone.



“The party’s not going to end anytime soon, but what say you to getting out of here for the night?” Rachel said, giving me a gentle tug on my arm.



I felt my cock twinge at the thought of being with Rachel, and it would help to let her distract me from my thoughts. Slowly I nodded. We’d already agreed on who would be staying where, so I knew Rachel and I would be headed to my house, and Nichole going to Wade’s place. I let myself be pulled along as we made our way out of the dancehall and back to the Tahoe. The drive home felt like it took forever. One because I wanted to fuck Rachel, but two because my costume was disgusting, and I desperately wanted to take a shower.



“What did Morgan want to talk to you about?” Rachel asked, her hand intertwined with mine.



I gave her the details.



“I guess that shouldn’t surprise me,” Rachel said, leaning her head against my shoulder. “Morgan’s always been something of an enigma to me.”


“What do you mean?” I asked.



“He’s more Marcus’ friend than mine,” she said, running her finger down my forearm. “I slept with him countless times back in the day, but we were never very close. He was always very focused on his business. The kind of guy that would do anything to succeed.”



“Including sacrificing his people,” I asked, hoping the question wasn’t offensive.



“No, not that I’ve ever seen,” she said easily. “In fact, I think he’s done an amazing job in building a team of people that really get along well.”



“Nichole seems to really like the people she works with, and she knows she’s struggled to find the success she needs in her current position.” I said, sharing something I was fairly certain my wife would be okay with. “But what is it about him that makes him an enigma?”



Rachel was quiet for a long moment before she answered, “Morgan and his wife somehow manage to balance a thousand spinning plates, and I have no idea how they do it,” she began, her fingers now drawing small circles over my wrist. “Did you know they have six boys, all grown now, but all extremely successful. They’ve raised an impressive family, and somehow they’ve managed to do it while growing a global company and have occasional affairs with others on the side.”



“That is impressive,” I said reflexively. “I can barely keep my head above water now, and we don’t even have a dog to take care of.”



We arrived home, I parked the Tahoe in the Scott’s driveway, and Rachel and I made our way into our house and into the bedroom. It was an odd yet exhilarating experience to have Rachel in my bedroom. While her costume wasn’t nearly as perfect as it had been when we’d first gone to the party, it was still in surprisingly good shape. Seeing the succubus look around the bathroom as we entered made my dick hurt it was so hard. I pulled my robe off and tossed it over the dirty clothes basket in the closet. Rachel smiled as she saw my erection.



“Need some help with that?” she asked, giving me a look that would have set off a forest fire.



“I wouldn’t say no,” I said, enjoying a moment to admire the sexy, older woman in my bathroom.



Rachel smiled and slid to her knees, moving her lips closer to my dick and then grasping the base of his with her hand. She gave it a long lick, and the tip of one of her horns poked me in the stomach. Laughing, she pulled the horns off and part of a wig that surrounded them. She unfastened her own hair and let it fall to her shoulders. Fuck, she was so hot. Her skin wasn’t as tight, she had crows feet in the corners of her eyes, her boobs sagged a little, and she had a couple of extra pounds around her hips, but she still exuded sex and desire.



“Can I tell you something?” Rachel said before taking my dick into her mouth and applying some serious suction power.



“Sure,” I gasped, feeling the intensity of her tongue.



“You might want to consider encouraging Nichole to take the job Morgan’s offering.” She took my dick back into her mouth and ran her tongue expertly around the shaft.



I felt myself shudder at what she’d said, or maybe it was from her incredible oral skills. Either way, she’d gotten a strong reaction out of me and she knew it.



“It seems a little extreme, don’t you think?” I said, enjoying the warmth of her mouth. She pulled off again, and I felt the cool air around my shaft.



“Compared to what happened tonight?” she said, and took me again.



“Well… no, I guess… no, maybe not,” I mumbled. I sighed in contentment at the treatment. With Rachel I didn’t feel a need to be careful or watch what I said or did. I felt free to do whatever I felt like because I didn’t need her to love me.



“Let’s keep this going for a while,” Rachel said with a smirk. She then pulled back, and began removing her costume. “Would you mind turning on the shower, I’d really like to feel clean before we go to bed.”



“Uh, sure,” I said, shaking myself. I had too many thoughts to process, I thought as I moved to the shower and turned on the tap.



Watching Rachel slowly remove all of her costume kept my hardon rigid. She wasn’t model pretty, there were a number of women at the party that were much younger than she was. Victoria for example, she was the essence of female beauty, but there was something about Rachel I found intoxicating. We moved into the shower and we let the water rinse away the sweat, makeup, smoke, and dried cum from the evening.



I had no idea what time it was when we finally went to bed, but my erection was still going strong as we climbed under the sheets. Realizing I was in bed with Rachel, in mine and Nichole’s bed, made my pulse quicken and I felt the adrenaline and lustful high flow through my body. Rachel pushed me to lie on my back and then she mounted on top of me.



“You shouldn’t worry about the size of your cock, Ky,” she said as I felt her warm pussy around me. “I actually prefer your size, I don’t have to worry about my inside’s being pushed around.”



“I think you’re being overly kind about that,” I said, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment.



“Not at all,” she said firmly. “Your cock reaches my g-spot just right. It’s perfect.”



“I’m happy you approve,” I said, placing my hands on her ass. “But I’m not sure my wife thinks the same way. She seems to enjoy a larger cock. I’ve never made her lose control like she did tonight.”



Rachel hummed her enjoyment as she slowly rode me. “I think Nicky might be built differently,” she said with a giggle. “I’ve never been able to take Wade like she did tonight.” Rachel paused briefly and then added, “Those two were amazing tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever been hornier at a party than I was tonight.”



“It was pretty amazing,” I said, my voice bland, almost deadpanned.



“I know you liked it. I was watching you, you know. I could see how much you loved it.”



I didn’t answer right away, instead taking a deep breath in and then out of my nose. “I did,” was all I could say.



“Ky,” Rachel said softly, almost hypnotically, “just for a moment, let yourself be free of all your conflict and doubt. Take deep breaths and focus on what you feel right now.”



I nodded and did as Rachel suggested, clearing my mind and enjoying the moment. I could feel the slight bit of grip she gave me with each stroke, the smoothness of her walls, and the press of her pubic hair against me. The sound of her breathing and faint moans of pleasure filled me with excitement and more lust for her.



“Now, I’m going to talk about the different paths you could choose,” Rachel said, keeping her pace slow and unhurried. “Of course you could end your experimenting and go back to the way things were, but you could also go forward. She’s already fucking my husband on a regular basis, I know she doesn’t want that to stop. But now she’s added Wade, her second lover. And while he’s older than Nicky, he’s still very young. He may be in her life for years to come. Would you like that? Be honest with me.”



I let the images pass through my mind, and that part of me that thrived on this kink roared its approval. The small part of me that wanted to resist was so distant I hardly noticed it at all.



“I like that thought,” I said honestly.



“I know you do,” Rachel teased, “I can feel how hard it makes you.” Rachel placed her hands on my chest and flexed her hips back and then forward, her breasts swung loosely over me. “I think I might have a game in mind you and Nichole would enjoy.”



“Oh? Do tell,” I said, still enjoying the sensation. I’d cum enough times in the evening that I didn’t feel anywhere close to climaxing, but I still had a raging hardon.



“As you get Nichole to take advantage of the free hall pass you’ve given her, tell her to keep some of her affairs a secret from you. Let her decide what and how much to tell you.”



“Fuck, that sounds like torture,” I complained.



“It will be,” she confirmed, “but imagine how much fun you’ll have trying to figure out who she’s fucking.”



“Damn,” I groaned at the thought.



I’d let myself fantasize about Nichole having affairs that I didn’t know about, where she actually cheated on me and lied about it, and I’d found those fantasies to be an intense source of pleasurable agony.



“Trust me when I tell you that Nicky deeply wants to continue to explore her slutty side, but she’ll hold back because of her fear of how you’ll see her,” Rachel explained.



“We’ve talked about that before,” I said, “And it didn’t look like she was holding back tonight.”



Rachel laughed and then let out a soft moan as she experienced a small orgasm. “No, she definitely let herself enjoy the evening,” Rachel said after a moment, “but I guarantee that she’ll be taking her cues from you when she comes home tomorrow. If you’re all freaked out about it, she’ll pull back. But if you’re excited about it and encourage her to continue, she’ll do just that.”



“If just feels like it’s happened so fast,” I said as I reached up with my hands and cupped Rachel’s soft breasts. They had none of the firmness my wife’s breasts had, but her skin was still soft and the feel of them very much turned me on.



“I’m sure it does. I remember thinking the same thing when we first started,” Rachel said, “but now looking back on it all, I wished we’d have done more sooner instead of waiting so long. I feel we missed out on years of amazing experiences we could have had when we were younger because we were too afraid to try.”



“I’ll think about it,” was all I could think to say, finally feeling like I was getting close to cumming.



Rachel leaned her chest down on mine ran her hands up and down my arms. “I could do this all night with you,” she said softly into my ear.



“Game on then.”




Chapter 36


I walked through the front door into Wade’s house and was surprised by what I saw. I’d expected to see a blokes bachelor pad, even prepared myself to see something of a mess with maybe dirty clothes on the floor and dirty dishes piled in the sink. Yet, the front room, and what little I could see beyond, seemed spotless.



“Let me,” Wade said from behind me as he reached out and flipped on the interior light.



“Wade,” I said in disbelief as we walked through the front room and into the kitchen. “To call this place spartan would be to oversell it, are you sure you live here?” There wasn’t a single piece of furniture that I could see in the downstairs, not a painting on the wall, no tv or any decorations whatsoever.



Wade laughed and turned on another light to the kitchen, and for the first time I saw what might be construed as signs of life. A single glass sat on the countertop by the sink. Out of curiosity I went to the cupboards and opened them one at a time while Wade leaned against the wall, his arms folded and a knowing smirk on his lips.



“A single glass, a plate, a fork and spoon, a couple of pans… how do you live here?” I asked. I opened the refrigerator and what I saw made my brow rise. It was filled with fruits, vegetables, poultry, and beef.



“It’s only me here,” Wade said, setting the fake sword he was carrying against the wall. “I’ve always meant to furnish the place, just haven’t gotten around to it.



I pulled the light jacket Wade had let me borrow after the party around my torso, my bare legs still feeling the chill of the night.



“I do have a nice warm bed,” Wade said, apparently noticing my discomfort. “Let’s go upstairs.”



I nodded and felt my heart flutter as my heart began to race. My body felt drained of every drop of energy, but part of me still wanted the night to continue. I followed Wade up the stairs and to the master bedroom where I finally saw some furniture.



Wade’s room had a California king size bed that was supported by an impressive head and footboard, four thick posts rose up taller than I stood from each corner of the bed. The bed was made, and I could smell the scent of freshly laundered sheets. I had to give the Barbarian points for that. To the side of the bed were a pile of books that appeared to be from at least three genres that I could see.



“Let’s have a shower,” I said, turning to face Wade.



Wade gave me a piercing look and pursed his lips for a moment, “As nice as that would be, I kind of like the all-black-look.”



“Wade, I need to have a shower,” I murmured.



“There’ll be time for that later,” Wade said, stepping towards me. “Besides, I only have guy soap and shampoo in there, and I don’t want you smelling like a dude.”



“It would be better than I smell right now. And besides, the costume makeup is a mess, I look terrible.”



“I like you exactly like this,” Wade said, a predatory smile on his features, “my posh-girl made into a dirty little slut.”



“I’m not a slut,” I said. The term was horribly derogatory, but for some reason I didn’t understand, it gave me a thrill to be called by the foul word.



Wade chuckled and opened the front of the jacket, exposing my bare, painted skin underneath. “I think a few hundred people would disagree with you.”



I grimaced and looked away, trying not to think of the bleeding display I’d put on. “I don’t know what possessed me to go through with that.”



“Nichole,” Wade said gently, pushing the coat to the floor, “You’re a wildly enticing woman, beautiful, sensual, and… desperately needy.”



I snorted a soft laugh, “Desperately needy?” I said sarcastically. “You’re such a twat.”



“Cunt,” Wade called me, a smile pulling on the corners of his lips.



“Fucking bastard,” I said, taking a step back. He caught me before I could move away.



“Whore,” Wade said softly, his wide hand snaking it’s way behind my back.



“Horse’s arse,” I said, feeling Wade pick me up and carry me to the bed.



I felt my sex pulse as my body began to prepare the lubrication that would be needed. Tomorrow would present unholy soreness, but my mind pushed that thought away before it could gain purchase. I loved the way this man could so easily handle me. I felt so weak, yet protected, in his arms. Wade dropped me on my bum onto the bed and pulled back the blankets. The sheets were black silk and felt incredibly smooth against my skin.



“That’s so fucking erotic,” Wade said, kneeling at the edge of the bed and looking at me in the sheets.



I knew what he was referring to, my painted skin blended almost perfectly into the dark sheets. Again it felt like I was in someone else’s body as I looked at my black arm against my black stomach, my black hand against my black pussy. For a moment I thought about the possibility of someone seeing a picture taken of me this evening. How would I explain that it was costume of fantasy and not some racist cultural appropriation? Stupid Chang…



I felt an overpowering urge to have Wade inside me again, and the intensity of the feeling shocked me. Wade must have sensed my thoughts because he didn’t take anytime for foreplay. Like a stalking lion, he crawled between my legs like a predator stalking helpless pray. He rested his heavy cock against the folds of my entrance. His skin felt so hot against my own. I grasped his biceps, feeling the hard muscles under my fingers.



Wade pressed the tip of his cock into my center but then stopped, making me whine in frustration. “Don’t tease me,” I protested.



“I’ll fuck your needy pussy, slut,” Wade said, his voice thick with desire. “Once you tell me a few things.”



“Argh,” I groaned, “you’re being cruel—what do you want me to say? I need your cock Wade, fuck me Wade, I love your cock Wade?” I said bitingly. “God, what cliched trite.”



Wade only laughed, “You sassy little shit. I don’t want to hear that. I already know you want me to fuck you.”



“Then what?” I asked, my demeanor suddenly pouty. I felt ready to explode into action but was being forced to wait at the starting line.



“Tell me you’ll be my girlfriend, Nichole. I want to date you.”



That made me blink in surprise, “Wade,” I said in a hushed voice, “We’re having a bit of fun together, but I’m married, and I plan to stay that way. I can’t be your girlfriend.”



“No reason you can’t be married and have a boyfriend. It’s not extremely common, but people do it.”



I snorted at that, “Like you’d be happy being ‘the other man’.”



“To date you,” Wade shrugged above me, “I could live with it.”



“Wade, we shouldn’t talk about such things,” I said, hoping this wouldn’t go any further. “I can’t let myself fall in love with someone that isn’t my husband.”



“I’m not looking for love, Nichole,” Wade said, still holding his cock barely inside my vagina. “Just a friend, some companionship sometimes.”



“And someone to shag?” I asked, still with the sarcasm. I pushed my hips toward his, and he rewarded me with a single, deep thrust that penetrated me with his entire cock in one motion. “Oh fucking hell,” I swore in a ragged whisper.



“And someone to shag,” Wade agreed, holding himself implanted in me for a long moment while I caught my breath. “I can’t get over how you can take all of me. I can’t afford to let you get away from me because I’ll never find your equal.”



“That’s rubbish,” I tried to say, but had to pause as the next several thrusts made it impossible to speak. Wade’s cock was so hard, so thick, that it invaded my femininity like an angry Viking. “There are thousands of women that are—oh my god!” I gasped as my barbarian’s speed increased, “Aaaahhhh! Wade, you’re too mu—you’re too much. What are you doing to me?” I cried out, my voice sounding so different to my ears.



“I’m ruining your pussy for lesser men,” Wade grunted, his hulking form above me.



He was so powerful and so full of toxic masculinity that I felt like barely a whisper of a thing next to him. And I craved more of that feeling. Feeling his hips crash into mine filled me with a sense of pride at being able to take all of his manhood. I knew it was silly, but it made me feel more like a real woman than I’d ever felt before. The carnal side of me wanted to be taken by this man, to be dominated by this man.



“Ky’s not a lesser man,” I said when Wade paused to reposition his knees and catch his breath. I’d tried to sound forceful, but I knew I’d sounded meek at best.



“Not in ways a lot of ways,” Wade admitted, inhaling deeply in and out of his nose. I felt like I was under a Clydesdale horse that had just pulled a heavy load across a great distance. “But he can never fuck you like I can. Sure he can make love to you, but he can’t fuck you like the whore you are. Don’t misunderstand, Nichole. You’re already a cock hungry whore, I’m simply making sure you know where to come when you need to scratch that itch.”



I felt Wade again plunge deeply into me, spreading my pussy apart like a large finger pressed into the center of an olive and splitting apart the sides.



Three things then happened in rapid succession. First Wade turned to the side and pulled me on top of his form. Next he reached over and removed a bottle of lubricant from the drawer of the nightstand by the bed. I couldn’t see him do it, but it was obvious he was pouring it into his hand.


“Wade, I don’t think we need lube at this point,” I protested, feeling his cock completely embedded into my core. I swear he was touching my belly button from the inside.



“We do if you’re going to continue down the path to ultimate slutdome,” he said, adjusting his body and making me feel all kinds of goodness as his cocked moved within me.



“Slutdome?” I said, giving him a look. “That’s not even a word.”



“Sure it is, it’s from the book, How to Turn a Posh-Girl into Your Own Personal Slut.”



“Bleeding ridiculous you are,” I said, shaking my head.



“Hush,” he said, holding me tightly against his form using only his upper arms.



I suddenly felt his thick hand in the center of my bum, his finger dangerously close to my rosebud. “Wade,” I cried with a jerk. “What are you doing?”



“Someday I intend to be able to fuck all three of my slutty girlfriend’s holes, but we’ll need to work up to that.”



With that, I tried to squirm away as I felt the end of his middle digit press against my arsehole. I tried to clinch the muscles down there, but with his already wide cock in my pussy, and his well-lubricated finger, I couldn’t stop the penetration. His finger slid in easily as I made a high-pitched yelp of surprise.



“Judas Priest Wade!” I cried out at the added penetration.



Wade gave a belly laugh and I felt myself bounced around on his abs as he did, “Judas Priest?” he repeated. “I haven’t heard that in ages. That had to have come from Ky.”



I panted several deep breaths, Wade’s finger still buried in my arse. “Yes, he says that sometimes. It kind of just came out.” I said through heavy breaths. “God, I feel so stretched right now.”



“We’re not quite done yet,” Wade said, sliding his thick digit in and out of my well-lubricated arse.



I’d had anal sex a few times between my husband and Marcus, but with Wade’s fat cock already buried inside me, his added finger made a monstrous difference. I felt his finger slide out and then I felt a different sensation, and I knew he intended to press two fingers inside.



“I don’t know if I can,” I said, my voice strained from anticipation.



“You’re warmed up enough tonight that I could probably fuck your ass and it wouldn’t hurt.”



I groaned aloud as Wade inserted two of his fingers, but surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. It actually felt amazing as Wade began to move my hips back and forth. With his fingers inserted, and the rest of his hand cupping my arse cheek, Wade began to pull my body up and down his cock like I was no more than a toy to be used as a masturbation aid. The thought should have disgusted me, but instead I felt a thrilling high.



Wade’s free arm wrapped around my waist and then he doubled the cadence of his rhythm. The feelings that exploded to life in me were brilliant and intensely beautiful. As immoral as this was, I’d never felt such a sense of contentment and joy. I felt my orgasm begin in my toes and slowly make it’s way up to my pussy. It continued to grow as Wade’s pace continued as if there was no end.



“I’m cumming Wade,” I said, my words barely audible. “You need to cum with me, I can’t take this much longer.”



Wade grunted but didn’t quicken his pace, “You cum whenever you want, I’m going to take my time.”



“Wade, I—,” I stopped speaking as my orgasm blossomed full on and surge after surge of energy radiated from my core. For a few moments, the friction from Wade’s cock enhanced every feeling as sensitive nerves signaled their satisfaction. But then the intensity grew exponentially and became suddenly too much for my nerves process. Every part of me was too sensitive and cried out for all feeling to cease.



“I need, oh bloody hell, Wade, stop, stah, sta, sss, aahhh,” I tried pleading for him to stop, but speaking became nearly impossible. I thrashed in his arms as if I was on fire. I felt delirious from an overload of sensation, like on a roller-coaster going several times faster than designed. “Cum soon baby,” I mumbled quickly. “Please, hurry and cum.”



Wade grunted and I felt his arms tighten around me, like an anaconda, slowly squeezing its pray into submission. The thought struck me that it felt like I had an anaconda inside of me, as well as one around me. I’d never felt so complete helpless, but a part of me enjoyed the feeling of submission immensely.



Surprisingly, the too-much-sensitivity-to-handle began to fade, ebbing away as another climax began to build. But something was different about this orgasm, I thought as my fingers and toes tingled like they weren’t getting sufficient circulation. A feeling of depth and power began to swell within me, and I felt suddenly like a massive tsunami was coming and would devastate everything in its path. I suddenly couldn’t breath fast enough to supply my body the oxygen it needed. My vision darkened around the periphery of my sight. And then it hit me. A feeling of pure ecstasy I didn’t know possible buffeted me like the winds of a hurricane. I instinctively knew this was more emotion and sensation that my body could handle, but I was powerless to stop the inevitable.



The zenith of my orgasm was much higher than I’d ever experienced as the fervor of Wade’s continued thrusts drove me upward. I knew I was screaming, but only because of the slight pain in my throat, so much blood pounded through my ears that I felt deaf to the world. I finally reached the peak of my pleasure, but instead of the usual slow waning I was accustomed to, this orgasm continued as if it had caught a wind current that kept it propped up in the air.



Finally, Wade’s hips thrust into me with great force, only this time he froze for a long moment, groaning as he came. I felt his thick cock pulse inside me, and I knew he was shooting thick jets of cum deep into my womb. The little daily pill I took to keep unwanted pregnancies away would certainly be tested tonight. A strong flicker of desire set off a series of thoughts about the man getting me pregnant. What would Ky do if it happened, I wondered. What would our families think, would we even tell them?



“Fucking hell,” I gasped. I couldn’t breathe. Frantically I slapped at Wade’s shoulder with the palm of my hand. “Wade,” I tried to say, his vice-like grip keeping me from being able to inhale properly.



“Oh, fuck, sorry,” Wade said, releasing me at once.



I immediately gasped for air, my vision suddenly returning. Wade’s arms still held me on his chest, but softly now. I laid my head down under his chin, and felt the stickiness of our skin as we perspired from the physical exertion. My eyes were terribly irritated from the fake contacts, but I was far too tired to try and go to the mirror in the bathroom to remove them. I could already feel Wade’s thick cum dripping out of my pussy. I desperately needed a shower, but I didn’t have enough energy to even lift my head. Instead, I closed my eyes and focused on the pulses of pleasure that were still passing through me.




Chapter 37

Waking up with Rachel had proven to be a very pleasurable experience. We had taken one more shower and then finally fallen asleep about three in the morning after numerous rounds of sex so intense that it felt the next closest thing to making love to my wife. We’d reached an intimacy that worried me on a number of levels, not the lowest of which was because if I was feeling this way toward Rachel after only being with her a couple of times, how much Nichole be feeling toward Marcus, and now Wade. Was she able to keep her feelings separated? I was finding that harder to do than I’d imagined.



When I opened my eyes, and found a blonde woman snuggled up to me, it took my brain a long moment to begin processing and remember what had happened the night before. A thousand emotions hit me at once, and I suddenly felt like I was experiencing a hangover, but not one from too much alcohol, but from lust and carnal emotion. I was glad I hadn’t been drinking, that added hangover would have added more than I could handle.



To be honest, I felt like shit. The previous night had been an amazing experience, but I was now wishing my wife was with me instead of Rachel. I needed to reconnect with her and soon. Reaching over to the nightstand, I picked up my phone and looked at the time. It was almost noon. Fuck me, I knew I was tired, but damn. I was hoping to see a text from Nichole, but no notifications showed on my phone. I opened it and sent her a quick text, asking her to let me know when she would be home.



Rachel then began to stir, but as she opened her eyes, she seemed to have none of the self-recrimination I was feeling.



“Thanks for last night,” she said, her hair mussed and her eyes puffy from sleep. She somehow looked much older to me, but strangely, I found I liked it.



I smiled and sighed, looking up at the ceiling fan twirling over our heads. Something about watching the silent blades spinning always helped calm my mind. “You’re welcome and thank you,” I said, hoping I sounded sincere.



“Ky,” Rachel sat up, her eyes focused on me, “what’s wrong?”



“Nothing,” I reflexively said, but knowing Rachel wasn’t one to let things go, I added, “It’s just a lot to take in. Last night was a smorgasbord of firsts.”



“That’s perfectly normal,” Rachel said, sitting up fully and pushing the blanket down.



She was completely nude, and her voluptuous breasts sagged, her nipples almost facing the floor. I couldn’t stop myself as I reached over and pinched one of her nipples. She giggled and didn’t push me away. Without preamble, Rachel pushed the blankets off of the both of us. She then moved down and took my flaccid dick into her mouth and began to suck.



“Rachel, I don’t know if I have it in me to…” I began, but stopped as I felt the blood rushing to my dick. “Oh, I guess I can.”



Rachel only sucked my dick long enough to bring it to life before she then moved to straddle my hips and once again plunged my dick into her velvety warmth. In the light of day, she looked glorious as she sat up straight and rotated her hips gently. She might have been over twenty years older than me, but she still knew how to blow a guys mind, as well as his load.



What followed were several hours of the slowest, most passionate sex I’d ever experienced. Rachel taught me more about sex and intimacy in those two hours than I’d learned in a lifetime of self-taught lessons-learned, internet porn, and how-to YouTube videos. In short, she left me speechless and exhausted before she finally declared our time had come to an end. With a simple kiss on the forehead, she left.



When I finally pulled myself out of bed, it was well past three o’clock in the afternoon. I looked at my phone and still had no text from Nichole. That bothered me, but I knew I had no right to be judgmental at the moment. As I thought about it, I figured that I should actually be relieved because if Nichole would have come home to find me and Rachel in the bed, that wouldn’t have gone over well, despite having my wife’s permission to be with her. Love hath no fury like a pissed off British woman.



Instead of dwelling on things I couldn’t control, I got myself cleaned up and napped on the couch while watching whatever random thing I could find on Netflix. I finally got a text from Wade telling me that Nichole would be home around seven. I felt a small ember of jealously and anger that she’d been away all day, but from my conversations with Rachel, I knew I needed to be supportive, if not excited, when my wife finally got home.



I was half asleep when I heard the front door open and close. Then I heard the distinct voice of my wife, her accent clear and fucking crisp. She didn’t sound angry, but she wasn’t taking any shit either. I knew that tone and voice.



“You’ve done quite enough,” she bit out in clipped tones.



I couldn’t make out Wade’s low rumble of a reply, and I paused at the point where the family room opens up to where they could have seen me. I stayed behind the corner of the wall and listened.



“I’ll discuss it with him,” she said in a much softer, almost submissive tone. “I know, that’s probably true.”



Frustratingly, I couldn’t make out Wade’s side of the conversation, but I clearly heard my wife’s next words.



“It was brilliant, I never believed bigger was better, but I guess I was wrong,” Nichole said.



I then heard the sounds of soft kissing, and the throaty moans my wife makes when she’s very content. Moments later, the door opened and closed again, and then I heard my wife sigh heavily. I chose then to come around the corner and greet my unfaithful wife. What met my eyes so astonishing, that I simply froze in place.



Nichole stood under the light of the entryway looking like an obscure apparition, her hair a disarray of tangles that looked like fingers had tried to comb through. She still wore much of the black makeup from the previous night, but the blackness was significantly lighter around her thighs, elbows, and hands. She looked at me with those red eyes, still wearing the colored contacts from the night before. And she was completely naked.



I felt my eyes widen as I took in her form. Her features came into focus as I walked toward her. “Holy fucking shit,” I said, startled at how exhausted she looked, and the fact that she was still more-or-less in costume. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her lithe body to mine. “Babe, you look… I mean fucking wow… I can’t believe you’re still wearing the makeup.”



Nichole’s body relaxed into mine, but her arms remained limp at her sides. “I know we need to talk, but I’m bloody famished, and I need a bath.”



“Let’s get you taken care of, talking can wait,” I said, releasing her and then taking her by the upper arm.



I guided her upstairs and to the master bathroom where I had her sit on the edge of the tub while I turned on the taps and found the right water temperature.



“Okay,” I said, feeling a smile pull at the corners of my mouth, “What gives, no time to put any clothes on before you came home?” She was about to answer when something drew my attention to her legs. Under the brighter lighting of the bathroom, I could see what was obviously dried cum all down the inside of her legs. It was also on her belly, her breasts, and in her hairline. “Good god, Nichole.”



Nichole seemed to shrivel into herself under my gaze and knew I had be extra careful over the next few minutes. “Someone had a good time,” I said, keeping my tone light and easy. Nichole kept her eyes down, but she seemed to stop trying to retreat.



Nichole let out a heavy sigh and put her feet into the water. Her eyes closed briefly in obvious enjoyment at the warmth of the water.



“I tried to have a shower at Wade’s house,” she said, her shoulders slumping as the water rose. “But he wanted to send me back home like, and these are his words, the-dirty-little-whore-I-am.”



“Fuck,” I swore as a powerful tinge made my dick jump. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that the man did me a favor. I’m very much enjoying what I’m seeing.”



Nichole snorted a small laugh, “Get me the hand mirror from the drawer please,” she said. I did as she asked and pulled out the small mirror she kept there. She had me hold it so that she could see her face, and then she carefully removed the contacts. “Blooming things are irritating,” she said, setting the red contacts on the edge of the tub. I put the mirror away and found some viseme in the medicine cabinet.



Nichole took the small bottle gratefully, slid into the tub, and poured a few drops into each eyes. She blinked several times and sighed again in contentment.



“How about I get you something to eat from the kitchen,” I offered.



Nichole nodded with more energy than she’d show since she arrived home. “That’d be brilliant. I think the only thing in my stomach is cum.”



I almost went to my knees when she said that, like the muscles in my legs suddenly forgot how to work. Nichole didn’t fail to notice. “You say the most erotic things sometimes,” I said, enjoying the lustful firebomb she’d just set off inside me.



Nichole laughed, “I wasn’t even intending it to be erotic. You’re such a perv.”



Shaking myself, I exited the bathroom and went to the kitchen. I knew there was a little bit of chicken left over, so I made her a simple chicken sandwich, and picked out a few strawberries that were still good. I took the plate and a large glass of water to the bathroom where I found Nichole scrubbing away at her skin with a soapy cloth.



“This is going to take forever,” she said in exasperation, only having removed the makeup from one of her lower legs.



“Here, you eat, I’ll scrub,” I said, setting the plate and glass on the edge of the tub.



She didn’t push back at all, and from the way she hungrily eyed the sandwich, I figured she probably hadn’t eaten since sometime yesterday. I took the cloth from her and went to work on her back, using the washcloth to rub small circles on her skin and clean off the makeup. I quickly found that if I used a lot of soap, and applied some amount of pressure, it came off relatively easily.



After an hour, we had made significant progress. Nichole laid back and rested while I continued to work on her front. Cleaning the makeup from her breasts was an incredibly erotic and intimate experience, and despite her fatigue, Nichole’s nipples hardened and stood up strongly. I lowered the water level to expose her nether region, and her swollen sex came into full display.



“Gently,” Nichole said, putting her small hand on mine as I ran the cloth over her folds. I did as instructed, lightly running the soapy cloth over her pussy. The person who’d applied the black makeup had been extremely thorough, and it took considerable time to clean every square inch of her skin. Or hell, Maybe Nichole had applied it, I thought, intending to ask her about it later. Nichole’s pussy lips were enflamed and puffy, and as the pink of the skin returned, there was no doubt that she’d been ridden hard.



“What did you think of the party?” Nichole asked as I worked.



“It was over-the-top crazy,” I said, snorting a laugh. “What about you?”



“Mental in every way,” she said, a small smile on her lips. She closed her eyes and covered them with the back of her hand. ”I think I’ve gone yampy.”



“You looked like you enjoyed it though,” I said, pressing my finger between her folds and running the cloth softly between them.



“Ky,” Nichole moaned, “Don’t do anymore than necessary, If I have another orgasm, I think I might shatter.”



“Wow, you had that many?” I asked. Nichole nodded but kept her eyes closed. “I’ve got to admit, you floored me when you and Wade took the stage last night, but you defiantly won the competition. You were fucking amazing.”



Nichole’s eyes finally opened, and she looked at me, “You really think so? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better.”



“No… I mean I was a little shocked you actually did it—okay, a lot shocked,” I said. “But fuck, you were amazing. I know this is going to sound weird, but I was proud of you up there, looking so confident and showing everyone how incredible you are.”



Nichole laughed, “I was anything but confident. I was shit scared up there, at least at first. Then things got a bit wonky.”



“What do you mean?”



Nichole shrugged and turned the tap of the bathtub with her toe, letting the warm water pour out again. “All day yesterday, it felt like my libido was out of control, and by the time I got to the party, I could barely think straight,” she began to explain. “It started by putting all of this makeup on because it took hours to apply. We had to do several coats, and each coat had to complete dry before the next one could be applied. And I guess all that time standing there starkers in front of everyone, and everyone touching me like that for hours, it made me bloody randy.”



“How many people were there?” I asked.



“Three,” Nichole said, “Michelle, the woman Rachel sent me to, used to do a lot of makeup work at a small theater, and she had two friends that helped her.”



“I got off easy. All I had to do was throw on a robe,” I said but then had a thought that made me wince. “I feel bad for whoever has to wash that thing.”



“Cum a lot in it, did you?” Nichole asked, the brow over her right eye arching.



“A few, yeah,” I admitted. “But not one of them was as intense as yours.”



Nichole sighed and slowly shook her head, “I still can’t believe I did that. I was just feeling so randy by then… I guess I kind of lost my mind for a time.”



“I didn’t think you’d be able to orgasm in front of all those people. I know you’ve told me how much of a mental thing that is.”



“That surprised me too. But it was like I was on such a high that I went manic or something. I felt completely delirious.”



“Like I said, it was fucking incredible,” I said, as affirmingly as I could.



“Where does that leave us?” Nichole asked, “Is this the direction we want to go?”



“What do you think?” I said, not wanting to be the first to answer the question.



“I asked you first,” she shot right back, giving me a wry smile. “This has to be a mutual decision, Ky. I’ll tell you what my feelings are, but I want you to go first.”



I inhaled through my nose and held my breath for a short moment, sifting through the mountains of thoughts I’d had about this in recent days. I felt the gravity of the moment, and knew this was another one of those pivot points one has in their lives. I used to feel an internal battle that felt evenly paired between wanting to live the alt life, and not wanting to live the alt life. But as time had gone on, and we’d experienced more and more. The side that was opposed had all but disappeared. I knew deep down what I wanted, I was just being timid in going for it.



“I guess… I think I want to continue,” I finally admitted. “I’ve had fun exploring new things, and especially seeing you experience new things.” I paused briefly before adding, “And I feel like we’ve barely scratched the surface. There’s so much more to explore.”



“That’s how I feel, too,” Nichole said, her eyes meeting mine in a moment of intense connection. “I discovered last night that there’s a part of me that really likes being a slut—not acting like a slut, but truly being a slut. I don’t know how this might affect the future, but I don’t want to stop exploring.”



My insides twisted in lustful desire and angst. I didn’t have a crystal ball with which to divine the future, but common sense told me that this wasn’t a safe route, and one threw caution to the wind at one’s own peril.



Nichole’s smile changed suddenly. She sat up in the bathtub and inspected herself carefully. The removal work had taken us nearly two hours before all the black makeup was gone, but she seemed satisfied that she was now clean. She turned her head to look at me.



“Did you enjoy Rachel last night? Did you fuck in her our bed?” Nichole asked me, her tone wasn’t harsh, but it carried a strength to it that made me pause.



“Yes, but I didn’t do anything we didn’t already agree to,” I said, adding some important context to the moment.



“Quite,” Nichole said, her access suddenly crisper than it had been moments ago. “Still, you fucked her in our bed. There should be consequences for such indiscretion.”



“Indiscretion?” I said with a laugh. “You suggested it.”



“You’ve gone barking,” she said, and I could tell from her smile that she was up to something. “I don’t recall that.”


“Alright, I’ll play,” I said, “what’s my punishment?”



“Well, no shagging your girlfriend to start,” Nichole said.



I shook my head, “She’s not my girlfriend, but sure, I expected that. What else?”



“No pussy for you for the next month.”



“A fucking month?” I said in shock, “We can’t have sex for a whole month?”



Nichole’s smile only grew, “I didn’t say I couldn’t have sex,” she clarified. “To be clear, I intend to have loads of sex—I have two men that I need to keep satisfied. But you, you will only get the palm of my hand for the next thirty days.”



“Ugh,” I groaned and leaned against the tub. “Are you serious?” I gasped. “You’re willing to satisfy Marcus and Wade, but not your husband?”



Nichole leaned closer to me and said, “I can see the hunger in your eyes just from you thinking about me denying you for a month. I think I am satisfying you with what you really want.”



I groaned again and felt my dick start to come back to life, something I thought would have been impossible as many times as I’d cum over the last twenty-four hours.



“Is that all?” I asked, not sure I could take anymore at the moment.



“For now,” she said.



“Alright, then I have something more to tell you,” I said, adjusting myself in my shorts. “Your boss talked to me last night.”



“Rafe was there?” Nichole asked in surprise.



“No, not your immediate boss, the big boss, the owner.”



“Oh,” Nichole said in recognition. “Mr. Schultz was there.”



I nodded, “He saw your show and then came to talk to me.”



“Oh god, am I going to be fired?” my wife said, the blood draining from here face.



“Oh no,” I quickly said, “sorry, I should have led with that. You’re definitely not getting fired.”



Nichole visibly relaxed, but I could tell the news about her boss seeing her had rattled her to some degree. She again closed her eyes and pressed the palm of her hand to her forehead. “I can’t believe he was there… what did he want?”



When I didn’t answer right away, Nichole opened her eyes and looked up. “Look,” I said, “I don’t want to tell you everything because I think it’ll be better you hear it directly from him. I don’t want to poison the well so to speak. Let me just say that it’s about a possible change in the type of work you do.”



Nichole’s expression wilted, “I know I haven’t done well on sales. I’m way behind on my quotas.”



“He didn’t say anything about that,” I reassured my wife. “He just has something else in mind, and he wanted to know if I could be supportive of it.”



“That all sounds very ominous.”



I shrugged but then nodded, “It does,” I admitted. Another thought then struck me. “Hey, I overhead you tell Wade you’d talk to be about something. What was it?”



Nichole fell silent for a long moment as if searching her thoughts. Then, studying me closely, she said. “Wade asked me to be his girlfriend.”

[SamWarrens]

Oh wow! Very hot series of chapters.
Did Wade get her pregnant?

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Shaking head.............sometimes, some just can't get past their kink.

Ky, great chapters. for me the biggest sign of success in your writing, in my opinion, is that someone like me, with no skin in the game, actually feels angst and I don't mean in any small way. It sets me back on my heels for hours if not days. As, an old, country-boy boss of mine used to say......Ya done good........

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I am a lurker and don't like to write on forums, but I must write now. All I can sat is WOW, WOW, WOW. I can't wait for the next chapters.