by J K Chubbs
“I’m glad you were around to talk me off the ledge. I feel like I’m coming apart and unraveling emotionally. I don’t prescribe to know what goes on in his head. I want to make him happy in general, but there is only so much I can do.” I could see my reflection in the mirror and I was a cut above the rest. He was no stranger at keeping time in the gym and I had mimicked his need to keep in shape.
“I have always been there for you through thick and thin. Don’t go doing anything rash with the information I’m going to supply you with. I would hate for you to uncover the possibility of some dirty little secret. If I might make a suggestion, maybe you should find a way to broaden your horizons.” I knew exactly what she was referring to. My blond hard body was no stranger to mattress theatrics. I came up with some interesting techniques with the necessary research on the subject.
“I don’t consider myself a prude. I give him oral gratification every time he’s home. It’s not exactly my favorite thing to do, but I swallow my hesitation literally and figuratively.” I was good about hygiene, but he never was one to reciprocate.
“I know that you have sacrificed your career for him. You need to find some kind of compromise that works for the both of you. I can only give you suggestions. What you do with them is entirely up to you. I’ve seen your collection of lingerie and some of those things should be illegal in some states.” She was a consummate lover and that was by her own admission. Some of the things she was into made me cock my eyebrow. The rules of engagement were getting hard to figure out.
“I have thought about getting a divorce. Cheating on me is an unforgivable sin. I don’t want to think that I drove him into another woman’s arms. I need to find out for myself if there’s anything worth saving.” I was only 5’1 and 130 pounds with the kind of muscles that had gotten me some wanted attention at the club.
I had the kind of stamina that I could match up with anyone. It was necessary to keep in shape to give my husband a reason to come home at night. Any shyness about my body disappeared after I had sculpted it into a masterpiece worthy of any man’s affection. I didn’t dress provocatively. I believed a little mystery went a long way to make a man want to see what was underneath.
“I don’t think it’s necessary to take that kind of extreme action. I’ve done my magic. I won’t even pretend to know what I’m looking at. Take it one step at a time. If you do find a need to confront the woman then I will be there to stand strong at your side.” She was my rock and I knew that I could count on her to give me her unbiased opinion.
The free will to turn a blind eye was not something I was willing to consciously do for the sake of my marriage. I still remembered the first time I found the lipstick adorning his collar. It broke me in half and left me a shell of what I once was. The sex became mundane. I tried to put it past me, but the image of the lipstick was always there.
“I will have a look and get back to you with my decision. I have this need to find her and rip the hair right out of her roots. I know it doesn’t sound like me. I couldn’t hurt a fly and maybe my lack of enthusiasm is the problem here.” I’d thrown myself at him multiple times and never did he really show his appreciation. I had gotten used to satisfying myself, but he had a tongue which had not been utilized since the honeymoon.
My mother tried to make me open up, but I was reluctant to give her any ammunition against my husband. I was able to afford the finest things. Expensive lingerie and perfume was my way to fight for what was mine. It didn’t seem to matter and I was losing hope anything would grab his attention.
“I don’t want you to think all hope is lost. I have listened to you talk about this for some time and action is better than words. Keep that in mind when you finally find the courage to give this woman a piece of your mind.” She was fueling me into action and I was going to need something to put me in the right frame of mind.
“I haven’t given up, but there’s something to say for cutting the cord. I can’t live with this feeling of not being good enough for him. I deserve better. I could take him to the cleaners and leave him with only the shirt on his back. There was no prenuptial agreement.” I wanted to be that vindictive, but my DNA wasn’t built that way.
“It’s about time I can hear some conviction behind your words. You’ve always sounded like a doormat and he has no problem wiping his feet on you. Give him something to think about. Don’t show any mercy when you have him wrapped around your finger. Every man is the same. They always want what they can’t have. They get bored easily and they move on thinking they can find happiness in the arms of another.” I had gotten a chilled bottle of wine from the fridge. We were talking and I was in the process of polishing it off.
“I’ve received your e-mail message. I’m looking at the photograph. I see a familiar landmark. I’m feeling properly encouraged to go over there. Don’t try to talk me out of it. It won’t work.” I was usually more sedate, but the liquor flowing through my veins gave me what I needed to cross the line.
“I admit this side of you makes me think that you can do almost anything. I want you to promise me not to drive over there in your current condition. I’m calling you a taxi. Wait until it gets there. It will take you to your destination.” I was a little unbalanced and my high heels were dancing on the wood floor with the excess energy.
“Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner. He was supposed to be my friend and my lover all in one package. I feel lonely when he’s in the room. There’s a spark missing from our relationship. I have to seize the day and forget about my hesitation.” I felt alive and I didn’t want to feel like I was wasting my time.
“It’s hard to believe he would do anything to ruin what you already have together. At least you know you have somebody to show you, unconditional love. I’m not in love with you, but this bond is hard to break no matter what kind of male influence is in our lives. I get what I want from them and then I send them away. They are only good for one thing and it’s not the size of their endowment.” She was making me wish for the taxi to get there quicker.
I finally heard the horn blowing and I raced out almost tripping and tumbling down the stairs in my haste. Getting inside, I sat back while the taxi drove me to where my husband’s mistress was currently waiting unaware. Timothy was going to find out how desperate I was to put things back together again. I was through being caught in a landslide of his lies and this was my way to break the stalemate.
The taxi dropped me off and everything seemed a little familiar like I had been there before. I walked up the cobbled stones in different colors and stood in front of this white door mocking me. I didn’t even think about it and I pushed on the handle only to find that it was open.
The winding staircase was calling to me with the echo of somebody in the throes of passion. I took off my heels and quietly climbed the staircase until I was standing at the top. I was blinded by the liquor to notice the photographs on the wall. Each step made me angrier.
I found him on his knees with a collar around his neck. He was wearing a blindfold and the woman standing in judgment over him was… Julianne.
Chapter Two
She was wearing this black leather cat suit brandishing a whip in her right hand. It was no wonder everything seemed familiar. I was standing in her home. My husband was at her feet licking the leather of her boots with long strides of his tongue.
She motioned for me to enter. I was stunned by the revelation that my husband’s mistress was my best friend. She put her hand in the air and then put her finger to her lips to silence any objection. She mouthed the words “come here”. Everything was spinning out of control. I had no will of my own.
“I have a surprise for you, bitch. Say hello to Mistress Tonya. I want you to be on your best behavior. I want you to show her the proper greeting. Go ahead…you have my permission.” I was standing completely shocked and amazed by how easily my husband took direction. “Her pussy is in desperate need of your tongue. She’s sitting on the bed with her legs sprea
d. Go to her and show her what I have taught you.” I found myself sitting with my legs open in an obvious invitation for something he hadn’t done since our honeymoon.
“I will do whatever you want, Mistress. I will serve you and Mistress Tonya in whatever capacity you need me to. I am only here to please you and to give you my body willingly.” This was a side of my husband I hadn’t seen before. I had so many questions, but the tip of his tongue touching my bare toes made me well aware of how many days had transpired since we had been intimate with one another.
“I want you to listen to me to only the sound of my voice. The look on her face is priceless. She lives in the public eye and doesn’t need you to know her identity. Take your time and be thorough.” His tongue felt like electricity on my skin. This was the kind of attention I was looking for.
I had never received anything like this until this very moment. I could have broken his spell by saying one word, but I was reluctant to pull off the blinders. He was naked with that hard cock swinging underneath him. He wasn’t even attempting to touch himself.
“I only want to please this pussy and to make it happy.” I was already shaking with my eyes focused on the tip of his tongue getting ever closer.
“You came to me with problems in your marriage. I’ve been giving you these lessons for the past couple of months. I give you discipline. You’re not allowed to touch me unless I give you permission to do so. I have promised you one day I would allow you to fuck me. That hasn’t happened and I’m not entirely sure it will.” It was nice to hear they hadn’t had sex.
“It doesn’t matter how much I beg. I’ve only serviced you with my tongue. I am not worthy of anything more than that.” I couldn’t decide if this was cheating, but I breathed a sigh of relief to know that she was keeping him on a short leash.
I felt a little inspired and I grabbed onto the chain attached to the collar around his neck. She was the one that was telling him to do this and to do that. It was an interesting dynamic in this very unorthodox relationship.
“You have forgotten one of your lessons. I only want to hear from you when I address you. That mouth has 5-minutes to make Mistress Tonya scream. You know what happens when you disappoint me.” I was curious to know more, but my mind was short-circuiting on the scene I had just walked in on.
His technique was something new and I could swear somebody had given him a cheat sheet to a woman’s anatomy. The last time he had done this for me wasn’t enough to get me off. I had to resort to sneaking into the bathroom with one of my electric friends. This was different. It might have had something to do with the enthusiasm I was getting from him.
“You know I’m not kidding around. Let’s see if you can concentrate with the added component of pain. It always gives me a thrill to hear you squeal.” I had to hold my tongue from the sound of the whip making contact with his vulnerable flesh. The vibration of his moans carried along the surface of his tongue.
I made some involuntary squeaks of pleasure, but nothing that was recognized by my husband. Julianne was smiling wickedly and enjoying herself. She wasn’t the only one. His tongue finally found the passage of least resistance. He made penetration and then he retreated to make me anxious for more. He did this several times and my feet practically came off the floor to hang over his shoulders. The heels fell off my feet when I got this momentary jolt of satisfaction. My toes were curled and I fell back against the mattress with my vision blurred.
“I am very impressed and you deserve a reward for all of your hard work. Take your hand and please yourself at the same time. I hope you are ready because you only have until she finds her release.” I listened to her words, but I was more interested in how my husband was satisfying me orally.
His tongue was unstoppable and felt like it had a mind of its own. It was going wherever it was needed. His lessons had given him a different insight. He was putting the pedal down with his pace quickening. My thighs were quivering in preparation for what was going to take my breath away.
Julianne must have realized what was going to happen. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. She lifted me until I was lying in her lap. She placed her hand over my mouth at the precise moment of my climax. This was stronger than any I had before with my husband. It was like he knew me inside and out. I felt connected to him in a different way.
“It’s too bad and I was looking forward to seeing you exceed my expectations. I will say Mistress Tonya was given suitable satisfaction. You will have to do better next time. Every woman is different and you need the time to explore to find all those hidden spots. Remember what I told you about body language. Take your hand off of that thing. Today isn’t your day. I’ll know for the next time if you did anything without consulting me first.” I trembled to the touch of her fingers tracing circles around my nipples through the material.
I managed to get into a sitting position to see my husband on his knees. I put my fingers underneath his chin and deemed him worthy of a kiss. When he presented me his tongue, I grabbed it with my teeth with a little bit more force than was necessary.
“This won’t be the last time you please Mistress Tonya. I’m going to lead you downstairs still wearing the blindfold. You will retrieve your clothes in the pantry and leave through the back door. Stay on your hands and knees and follow me like a good pet.” She left me with this air of surreal hunger for more.
I lay there looking at the ceiling with my hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat. I didn’t know what happened. It felt like I had been run over by a bus. I should have been angry. I should have wanted revenge against my best friend. I did want some answers, but they could wait until I was able to get my composure back.
I heard the sound of his car and I dared to look out the window using the drapes as a shield to protect my anonymity. He had gone down on me and had given me the best orgasm of my life.
It was hard to justify this kind of subterfuge. The secret of his shame was not as damning as I once thought. There was something natural about subjecting him to this pleasurable torture. I could see how he would like something like this. He kept coming back for more.
“Eden, I’m a little disappointed. I’ve been leaving breadcrumbs and I thought for a moment I was going to have to beat you over the head. The lipstick on his collar was something he didn’t know about. I placed it there to get your attention.” She looked domineering in that outfit and I was tempted to show her the courtesy of kneeling at her feet.
“I want to be angry with you for keeping this from me. I feel like I have stepped into the twilight zone. I owe you a debt which I’m not sure I can ever repay. It’s interesting for me to thank you for training him. I’m still trying to make sense of this.” She was the one that came over to kneel at my feet with her hand touching my bare knee.
“The divorce was hard on me and I didn’t want you to go through the same thing. I found my calling. I’ve been responsible for helping men find their rightful place. It would surprise you at who has graced my presence. You would never be able to look at them the same way again if you were to discover their identities. I can help you find your voice, but only if you are ready to put yourself into my hands.” I nodded my head solemnly and she kissed me lightly. It was the first time I’d ever been intimate with a woman.
“He lost interest in me and I did everything to spice up what was happening in the bedroom. I didn’t go to this extreme. I’m not even sure that I have a dominating side.” She slapped me hard enough to make my cheeks flush.
“Nobody said that you were going to be in the position of dominating. In time, I will bring Timothy back for a repeat session with the both of us. At the end of the session, I will finally let the both of you see each other in a different way. To be effective as a dominatrix, you have to first submit which is exactly what you are going to do tomorrow morning.” I felt flustered and wasn’t able to fully articulate the way that I was feeling.
“I’ve never done anything like this before with a woman.” She laughed a
nd made me feel like I’d done something stupid to be ridiculed for.
“I hear that a lot, but I won’t be the only one in the room. There’s a young man in the neighborhood that has expressed interest in teaching you personally. There’s no reason to be afraid. This is your time to stretch your wings. I want you to be the woman you were meant to be.” A part of me was never going to come back, but the bigger part of me was already in the frame of mind to submit to another.
Chapter Three
I half expected to find my husband home waiting for me to confront me. He wasn’t there and there was a message from him on the answering machine. He claimed to be in Phoenix. It was possible for him to catch a connecting flight after what he had done with Julianne.
I walked around in a fog of indecision. I was unsure of how to open myself to the possibilities. She was my friend and she had taken liberties with my husband. It was a different form of sex, but it wasn’t the kind where I had to imagine them naked writhing on the bed together.
I had some leftovers and went to bed early with a copy of a well-known book that had turned into a couple of movies. I didn’t bother watching them. I found more enjoyment from immersing myself into the book. It was given to me as a gag gift. I never even opened one page. Tonight was different.