A Condo with Two Views (18 page)

Jack insisted I
pick out the dessert. We both had a bit of a sweet tooth. I ordered
a black cherry clafoutis with real whipped cream. We shared the
desert; I used my fork and gave Jack the
occasional
bite.
Yum! He just laughed. It was only at the end of dessert that I
clued into the reality that Simon, our waiter, would be the
something
that Jack had planned. As waiters often do, he
ensured we were pleased and satisfied with the dinner. I was
looking down at my plate, and not at all expecting to answer. When
I understood I was expected to answer, I fumbled my way through it,
best I could. I usually let my man order our wine and lead the way
when we were dining out. Restaurants were his domain, and our condo
kitchen was
mine
. It was one of those instances when your
brain is parallel processing. I was answering a question and words
were coming out my mouth, but at the same time I was thinking:
uh oh, why am I the one answering this?

Simon bent down
and whispered in my ear: “I hear you’re quite the cocksucker.”

I knew what
Jack wanted. Enough said by the waiter. I quickly glanced over at
Jack who watched me with his piercing eyes. Yes, he meant business.
A shiver raced through my body, and I felt an immediate tingle in
my pussy. Clutching my purse, I was led away, and I followed
willingly. Happily. Obediently. It was time to pay the chef the
highest compliment.

The kitchen was
bustling. I was in a daze, and I’m sure I was blushing a deep red.
Thankfully no one had any idea why I was back there, and with other
diners having taken tours earlier, no one suspected a thing. I was
escorted to the very back of the kitchen where Ronnie was waiting
for me. He was handsome, if not for a light beard and a slight beer
belly. We spoke briefly for a few minutes. I told him I enjoyed the
meal, and he told me I had a pretty dress. The rest of the kitchen
staff continued doing their work, and soon everyone was completely
oblivious to the fact I was still back there. Ronnie pushed me into
a small restroom with florescent lighting. It was the chef’s
personal restroom, no bigger than a closet, with a small pedestal
sink and a toilet. It was tight for one person, let alone two. We
both squeezed inside.

“Sit,” he
commanded. Where? On the yucky toilet?
At least yucky by my
standards.

With no other
choice, I sat down. My dress would surely have to go to the dry
cleaners tomorrow morning. Ugh...he unzipped his white pants, and I
groaned.
Oh fuck.
He pulled out a dark veiny semi-hard cock.
Immediately, he grabbed the back of my head, fingers entwined in my
hair as he shoved my face toward his balls. I started to lick them,
and after a few minutes, he pulled my face up his shaft. Before I
knew it, I was sucking on the end of his cock. He held my head
while fucking my face. I sucked him as best I could. Ronnie moaned
and was rock hard. Tasting his pre-cum, I
was
a cocksucker.
Thanking the chef for his talent and his efforts. Thanking him
because that’s what my husband wanted me to do. Thanking him, while
my pussy dripped with the degradation of it all.

“Okay,” Ronnie
said, pulling out before reaching orgasm: “Use your hand.”

I started to
stroke him, and soon, I felt he was on the verge of orgasm.

“Don’t you want
to cum in my mouth?” I asked, worried he’d spew all over my new
dress if he didn’t.

“Did I say I
wanted to cum in your mouth, bitch?” he retorted, pulling my head
back.

“But
you’ll...you...will make a mess of me,” I pleaded.

“All over your
dress, slut!”

I was in no
position to refuse. I stroked his fat cock, and soon he was
spurting jets of thick creamy white cum all over my black silk
dress. His cum immediately made a huge mess. The silk absorbed the
moisture creating huge patches of wet spots. I felt so dirty and so
degraded. I was ashamed at myself for being so turned on by it.
How the fuck am I going to get out of here?
Jack will surely
sneak me out some back door.
How can I possibly ride the
elevator, after this? Jesus, this guy has a lot of cum!

The entire
front of my new dress was ruined. I looked down at myself, shaking
my head in disbelief. My new dress was ruined. Meanwhile, Ronnie
had zipped up and was exiting the door. Before I could even stand,
Simon took his place and told me it was his turn to come all over
my dress. He pulled out his cock, it was beautiful and big. Simon
was in his twenties. I knew this would not take very long. He
placed his hands on the wall behind me. I kissed the tip of his
dick and pulled my lips down over the head, sucking along the way.
I brought him to the back of my throat and moved my mouth up and
down. He was rock hard, hearing him groan and pleasuring him made
me wet. I could have fucked him up against the wall, as he was very
attractive. I looked up as he watched my every move. The bathroom
was so brightly lit, I lowered my eyes. I was so embarrassed. I
loved sucking cock. I was the cocksucker on display. I replaced my
mouth with my hand and squeezed his cock as I jerked his wad all
over my dress. I felt like one of those Japanese girls in the
bukkake videos.

Simon zipped up
and helped me to stand up. Two men had now cum all over me. My
dress showed the evidence of it. What would happen now? Would I
stay here until well after the restaurant closed? Even then, how
could I get back home without anyone seeing me? Maybe I could
borrow an apron? My mind was racing for ideas.

“Jack wants you
to walk back to the table like that.”

It was Ronnie’s
voice.
What?!?
He repeated it. The exact same words came out
of his mouth. I was in disbelief, and it took my brain a moment to
comprehend the words. This can’t be true. I reached for my phone. I
had to text Jack.

‘
My dress is
covered in cum, and they want me to walk back!’

‘
So, do
it.’
Jack texted back.

I stared at the
screen on my phone. I felt tears. The tears dripped down my cheeks
and landed on my now ruined dress. I was humiliated, but more so, I
was worried deeply about Jack’s and my reputation. He had always
promised me we’d be selectively discreet. He must be drunk. I was
worried that this was something we’d regret afterward, but I wanted
to please him. I wanted to obey. I wanted to be a good sub. My
stomach churned, as I was in turmoil.

‘
TEXAS.’
I texted. It was my safeword.

Using my
safeword wasn’t easy. I would daydream about never using it, to
show Jack how willing and determined I was. And here I had caved
in, and used it already. As I looked up, Simon was holding a
replica of my exact dress on a hanger. Oh, my Jack. I wanted to
cry.

My cell beeped:
‘You did the right thing. Change your dress and I’ll
explain.’

I washed myself
in the sink and carefully removed cum-stained silk dress and placed
it in the garbage can. I felt much better in the new clean dress.
Simon had closed the door to respect my privacy, and when I opened
the door, Jack was there. He opened his arms for a hug. I knew it
was his way to show his sub approval and his wife love.

Jack grasped my
hand, as we nonchalantly stepped out from the back area of the
kitchen, with no one other than Ronnie and Simon having any
inclination where we’d been. Jack had already paid the bill and up
to our condo we went. Our night was not over; experience told me my
husband was not finished with me yet.

Lying in bed,
Jack explained: “I want you to know that using your safeword is
okay. That’s
why
you have a safeword. Using it is not a sign
of failure; it’s a sign of strength. The responsibility of a Dom is
to protect and cherish his sub. The responsibility of the sub is to
uphold consent. During a scene, your safeword is your voice.”

I realized, and
Jack confirmed, that if I had chosen to walk out there, Simon would
have stopped me.

“You amaze me,”
I said to him.

“You amaze me
too,” Jack replied, “now come closer my little cum-slut, time to
fuck you.”

Chapter 11: Fish in an Aquarium

Jack’s View:

More than two months had passed since Chloe’s
last assignment. Like my mother always said, everything in
moderation. We were wonderfully content in our marriage and with
each other. All the superfluous sexual stuff was the icing on our
cake. But as everyone knows, too much icing can ruin a cake.

Day to day life in the condo was wonderful.
It was a great place to live. On occasion, we’d cross paths with a
familiar face that would make Chloe blush. I was looking forward to
the day where, no matter where my wife turned, she would be
blushing.

It was a Sunday, and we were going out for an
early morning coastal hike that boasted nice views of the
peninsula. We got on the elevator and did a last minute inventory
check. Water? Yes. Map? Yes. Sunglasses? Just then, the elevator
stopped, and two figures hopped on.

“Oh…hello,” said Canace. Shanyn was right
behind her.

“Hi there,” Chloe said in return, blushing. I
smiled and said hello as well. I had been introduced to the girls
before, about a month after their encounter with Chloe. They had no
idea that I knew everything. They thought of me as the completely
oblivious husband, and I enjoyed pretending to be just that.

The rest of the elevator ride was
awkwardly quiet. The two lesbians had a little smirk on their
faces. I could imagine what they were thinking:
he has no clue we fucked his
wife.
Chloe meanwhile,
squirmed with the silence of her own secret in mind:
he knows everything,
and in fact, orchestrated it!

Upon returning from
our hike, who did we see in the lobby, but
Mike. He had a sly look on his face which he tried to mask. The
same look he had every time he saw Chloe. We said our hellos. My
poor pet blushed again, knowing Mike was probably thinking about
the time his cock was in her mouth.

We took the elevator upstairs, during which I
said to Chloe: “Go back down there, and get Mike to take the
elevator with you. Make him think you only have a few minutes. Get
him to pinch and twist your nipples all the way up. Nothing
more.”

Chloe’s mouth opened as if to blurt out
objection, but she caught herself and said nothing. Instead, she
took a deep breath and nodded. I knew she was tired, but I couldn’t
resist some spur-of-the-moment fun.

I went into the condo and put our hiking gear
away. Then I put the kettle on to make a hot tea for Chloe, knowing
she’d want one. Five minutes later she came bursting into our door
with a big smile on her face, “I did it!”

Over tea she told me the details, with
both of us smiling. She had gone down there and motioned Mike into
the elevator with her, telling him she only had a few minutes. Once
inside, she asked him to pull and twist her nipples. He had other
ideas, but she was firm and insistent.
Good girl.
He followed along, knowing he better play by
Chloe’s rules, or she would cut him off.

The rest of the elevator ride, he went to
town on her nipples, pulling and grinding them with his strong
fingers.

“Are you wet, Chloe?” I teased her.

She smiled knowingly at me. I ordered her to
stand up and stand beside me. I couldn’t wait to feel her
pussy.

“Remove your pants, panties, and spread your
legs.”

My fingers slipped easily inside. The fact
was, she
was
wet. Even a
short incident like this one had an immediate effect on her body.
We made love on the sofa and then Chloe fell asleep, taking a short
nap.

Later that afternoon, Chloe received an email
from Kurt. He was still waiting patiently for his opportunity to
use the knout on her. With direction from me, Chloe emailed him
back with the same excuse as last time, telling him that she had to
wait until I went on an extended business trip or I’d see the marks
on her body. He bought it.

In the evening, after a light dinner we
decided to go for a drink down at Benito’s in the bar area. The
restaurant was busy as usual. There was a small bar area where
patrons who were waiting for their table to be ready could have a
drink. Benito himself had just returned from an extended trip to
South America, and he came over to have a drink with us. We made
light conversation.

“How do you like my restaurant?” he asked
Chloe.

She answered graciously, but through her fake
smile, I could tell that she thought it was a pretentious question.
Then, Benito turned his attention to me.

“We’re playing poker next week, are you in?”
I agreed to play. I didn’t detest Benito the same way that Chloe
did. It had been awhile since I played poker, so why not?

Benito left, and then Simon, the waiter who
spurted all over Chloe’s dress, came to say hello. Yet again, I saw
my pet blush. We had not seen Simon since that special night. He
politely kissed her on the cheek and acted as though nothing had
ever happened.

Later in bed, we talked about the day. What a
coincidence seeing so many familiar faces in one day.

“
What did you expect, my submissive little
slut?” I teased her.

Chloe’s View:

Running into someone who had used me wasn’t
so bad when I was alone, but running into someone when I was with
Jack was a whole other ordeal. I always felt like such a sleaze,
because Jack always orchestrated my assignments to appear as if I
was doing this behind his back. It was very deliberate on his part,
as it added to my humiliation. It made me seem like an even bigger
slut.

Early one morning, we were leaving for a
hike. Who gets on the elevator, but Canace and Shanyn. I wanted to
crawl into my backpack. I’m sure they were checking Jack out. Being
lesbian, they probably had no interest in him, other than a passing
curiosity. I was curious if they thought of
me
after our tryst and perhaps hoped for a repeat.
All I knew was that this elevator ride, which took no more than
twenty seconds, felt like an eternity.