A Condo with Two Views (19 page)

The hike along Lands End was exhilarating
fun. We stopped at Point Lobos for a snack, listening to the barks
of the sea lions drifting up from the rocks below. It was lovely to
get fresh morning air and take a leisurely walk while talking along
the way. Randomly, here and there, we would stop to kiss like young
lovers. I couldn’t predict the future, but I hoped I’d never lose
that special feeling I got when kissing the one man I loved.

Jack drove as I
nodded off in the car on the way home. I was sleepy. Sure enough,
as we entered the lobby we stumbled into someone else we knew:
Mike, our building custodian. That embarrassing awkward feeling
woke me up in a hurry. Again, I instantly felt slutty. Luckily we
slipped past quickly. That is, until Jack hit me with his
instructions, which caught me off guard. As he exited the elevator,
I stayed on in order to return to the lobby. Mike was still where
we’d left him. With no time to spare, I walked over to him as
briskly as possible.

“Hurry,
listen…hurry up, ride the elevator with me,” I said.

Mike jumped at
the opportunity and followed along. Once inside, he tried to wrap
his arms around me, hoping to give me a hug. But I stopped him,
smiling as brightly as I could. I wanted him to think I was playing
a silly quirky game.

“I have a
fantasy Mike. Will you play it with me?” I begged, sounding as
enthusiastic as possible.

“Yeah yeah,
what’s up?” he responded.

“Listen,
please, pinch my nipples, pull them, twist them!”

Instantly, I
had his full attention. I pressed two floors of the elevator
buttons, my floor and the floor below it. As the doors closed, I
lifted my T shirt and tucked it up under my chin to hold it in
place. Then I pulled down my sports bra. My tits popped free, and
my nipples hardened, either from exposure to the open air, or
perhaps from the anticipation of what was about to happen.

Mike’s strong
calloused fingers did their job well. He pulled them, squeezing
them very tightly. At one point, he tried to lean in to kiss me,
but again I was able to veer off his advances.

“No, no, just do as I say, or you’ll ruin my
fantasy,” I insisted.

When the
elevator stopped at the floor below mine, I practically had to push
him out. Poor guy. Well, on the other hand, he did get to squeeze
the nipples of a pretty girl on an elevator which most guys would
appreciate, so I didn’t feel too sorry for him.

It felt so
exhilarating to do these things for Jack. And it never failed to
make my pussy moisten. I was totally turned on by my elevator
escapade. My Master knew it, and we made amazing love on the sofa
to our mutual pleasure. A perfect day, so far.

Kurt emailed me
in the afternoon, but Jack had invented a good excuse to hold him
off. I think Jack’s stalling was all part of the game. The
anticipation of it was an agony unto itself. I knew that one day
this strange man in our building was going to use a rawhide knout
on my body, but I didn’t know when. Jack could set it up at any
time with a simple email. Plus, with the guy living so close, it
could be arranged practically within minutes. It was as if Jack had
his finger on a trigger, and he could pull that trigger any time he
wanted.

Jack read while
I took a short nap before dinner. I woke up, had a quick shower,
and we happily ate some appetizing leftovers we found in the
fridge. Jack suggested an after dinner drink at the Bistro, so I
put on my favorite skinny jeans, a new silk blouse and a touch of
make-up, and we were off. Sitting at the bar, Benito came to say
hello, as he’d been away for a while. As usual, he annoyed me with
his smug arrogance. He did tell us that the unit next to ours was
now completely finished, so there’d be no more construction noise.
That was good.

Just as Benito
left, Simon came to say hello. I totally blushed one more time.
What was it about today? Everywhere we turned, it seemed we bumped
into someone who had either cum on my face, in my mouth, or all
over my clothing. I like how Simon handled himself. He didn’t make
me feel dirty at all, kissing my cheek and greeting us with an aura
of genuine friendship and respect.

As I snuggled
my pillow that night, I couldn’t help but think of each of our
run-ins, and especially how every one of those encounters had given
my pussy a tiny little throb. Every time I blushed, it was genuine,
and it affected me in an erotic, peculiar way.
Mmmm….

I loved the
feeling of being a fish in an aquarium.

Chapter 12: The Poker Bet

Jack’s View:

I was in a meeting when one of the Account
Executives came in to hand me a note. It said Benito is on the
phone and needed to speak to me urgently. I rolled my eyes, but
left the meeting in order to phone him back.

“Jack, I need to talk to you in person. It’s
important,” he sounded frazzled, and it was very rare to hear
Benito sounding stressed.

“We have the poker game tonight. Can we talk
then?” I asked.

“Arrive one hour early, and we’ll meet in
private beforehand.”

After I hung up, I tried to think about what
it could be. If I had to guess, I assumed there was a major problem
with the property in Oakland. I had named the new development, and
handled the branding, but it wouldn’t be a major crisis if that was
it. Perhaps Benito needed me to do a bunch of new concepts, but
with very short timelines? That worried me a little, since I had
this big new business pitch coming up, but it was nothing I
couldn’t handle. Oh well, I went back to my meeting without giving
it another thought.

The few times we played poker together, it
was always at the same place: a somewhat hidden location upstairs
at the bakery on Market Street. We felt like mafia hit men playing
poker up there, as it reminded us of a scene from ‘Goodfellas’. I
arrived one hour early and was quite surprised to find Benito
already there. This must be serious for him to have arrived in
advance of me.

“Jack, we need to talk about something,” he
said with a serious look of concern.

In that moment, I realized that whatever
concern Benito had was not about Benito, but about
me
. He went on to explain that in the
restaurant business, one of the biggest problems was
skimming.
Oh
fuck, has Ronnie been skimming from Benito?
I didn’t say a word, but kept listening.
Benito continued by telling me that it’s customary now for
restaurant owners to install hidden security cameras in their
establishments to keep a watchful eye on things. I still thought
this was about Ronnie, until Benito said one more thing:

“We have a camera in the hallway ceiling near
the back restroom, as that’s a common place for staff to transfer
cash into hidden pockets,” he continued.

I held my hand up for him to stop talking.
He did. My mind was in overload.
Back restroom?
Now I knew why I was here.
Fuck, Benito saw Chloe back
there!
My heart
sank.

“You saw Chloe going into the restroom with
the guys?” I asked him outright.

“You know about it?” he asked, completely
surprised.

“Of course I know about it. I arranged it,” I
confessed, trying to act as composed as possible.

“What?!?” Benito was completely
dumbfounded.

I explained the whole thing to Benito. I had
to. How Chloe is my wife, but also my sub. How we do this
willingly, happily, and how such a relationship can only exist if
it’s built on a foundation of love, respect and most importantly,
trust. He didn’t quite understand, but he was relieved. He was
calmed that it wasn’t happening behind my back. To his credit, it
was actually my best interest he was trying to protect. He truly
was looking out for me.

Once he knew it was all good, he asked a few
predictable questions. First, he wanted to know if I shared her
with anyone else. I told him I did, but refused to give him any
details. Then, as delicately as he could, he asked if I might
consider lending her to him for a night. I told him that that would
never happen. Period.

Somehow, while I could have easily been
offended by such a suggestion, I let it go. After all, it wasn’t
easy for Benito to arrange the meeting with me. He had done so for
my benefit in case I was unaware of my wife’s
activities
. I had to give him credit for that. And
in all fairness he did see footage of Chloe clearly doing something
inappropriate with Ronnie and Simon, so I couldn’t be too offended.
Benito ended the conversation by promising me he would destroy the
footage and that no one else would ever see it. One thing about
Benito, he was true to his word.

“I always did have a bit of a crush on your
wife,” he confessed, in a good spirited way.

The other guys arrived, and the six of us
played Texas Hold ‘Em until three o’clock in the morning. I drank
more cognac than usual, probably to relieve some of the tension
from the earlier part of the evening. It was a fun night with good
conversation about cars, football, music, and girls, of course. We
each told our craziest Vegas stories, which was comical. I was at
break-even for most of the night.

As the party split up, Benito asked me to
play one last hand, one-on-one. The other guys dispersed, leaving
us alone. Sure why not, I figured. During the game, he reminded me
that the condo unit right next to mine was now completed and ready
to be sold. I told him that I’d seen the inside of it, and it
looked good. It was a small one-bedroom unit, with a really great
floor plan. Of course, I made no mention of borrowing his workers
to install a quick two-way mirror at my own condo, but the memory
made me smile. In fact, the excess cognac I drank was helping to
put a smile on practically everything.

As the game unfolded, I was headed for a full
house. This was good, as the pot was quite large.

“Should we up the ante?” asked a cocky
Benito.

“What do you have in mind?” I said trying to
match his cockiness.

“I’ll put up the condo on your floor,” he
said.

Thinking it was a joke, I laughed it off.
Was he expecting me to put up
my condo
?

“But my condo is much bigger. It’s worth far
more,” I replied, still thinking this was all a joke.

“Not your condo. A night with Chloe. I will
bet the one-bedroom condo next to yours, if you put up a night with
your wife,” this time Benito said it in such a way that I knew he
wasn’t kidding.

Meanwhile, I looked down at my hand. A
full house. I knew I’d win. But could I do this to Benito? It would
be like practically stealing the condo out from underneath him.
Would I feel guilty winning the condo in a card game? All this was
running through my mind, along with the other side of the argument.
He was filthy rich. He made a killing on our complex alone. He
wouldn’t even notice the financial loss of that one-bedroom
condo.
I
could win it, right here, right now.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

Benito reached out his hand, signifying that
if I shook his hand, I accepted the bet and was giving my word. He
was serious. The handshake sealed the bet. If I win, I get the last
condo on my floor, for free. If he wins, he gets an evening with my
wife. I shook his hand.

“I’m sorry Benito,” I said, “full house.”

I put my cards down on the table, and with
all my strength, I tried not to be smug.

“Four of a kind,” he said, with steel in his
veins.

Momentarily, I stopped breathing. I was
completely stunned. Four of a kind beats a full house.

I
had fucking lost.

Chloe’s View:

One
sign of a healthy relationship is when you can be content and
fulfilled to have a quiet night on your own knowing your partner is
out having fun. Jack was playing poker with some friends, and I was
happy to hang out in the condo, read a little, and in fact, do some
cleaning. Our cleaning lady was doing a decent enough job, but I
wanted to really do a number on the kitchen cupboards, including
lining them with paper, which had never been done, being a new
home.

After my kitchen duties, I watched ‘The Good Wife’ on the
DVR, and when it was over, I smiled to myself about whether I was
a
good wife
. I
remembered the time I sneaked a peek into Jack’s old ‘little black
book’, which I had done behind his back. This was long before we
were married.
Hmmm…where is that little
black book now?
I felt mischievous as I
rummaged though his top drawer in search of it. He used it during
his BDSM club days, when he was a member there along with Ronnie
from the bistro.
Found
it!

Just to be silly, I logged onto Facebook and began to search
the various names of the girls in the book. Some of the surnames
were common, so several names would pop up. Luckily, the list was
geo-ranked, with anyone from San Francisco showing up at the top.
Then I used age as a clue, knowing most of these girls would be
between 25 and early 30s. In some cases, I had no luck. But in some
cases, especially with the more unique names, I found the exact
girl listed in Jack’s book. I started playing a silly game: hot or
not? When I found one, I’d judge whether she was hot or not.
Harmless fun, but a secret I’d keep from Jack.
He doesn’t have to know everything.
Eventually, I got tired of the silly game and put his little
black book back where I found it.

It was getting late, and I needed a little relaxation before
going to bed. I rummaged through my pajama drawer and found a
nightie that I had originally bought for our honeymoon. The tags
were still on it, and I smiled to myself as I removed them. Not
much use for a night gown on a girl’s honeymoon. Deciding on a nice
hot bath before I would climb into bed, I turned on the taps in our
oval tub. Naked, I poured a healthy amount of gardenia scented
bubble bath and sat peacefully watching the tub fill up. Getting
in, the water was the perfect temperature, and spreading my legs
apart, it felt really warm and soothing along the folds of my inner
pussy. I couldn’t help but touch myself.
Why not have a quickie?
Even if Jack
got home early, I’d be ready again by then.