by Al Daltrey
Anytime a car got close to us, I cringed with mortification. My high heels hiked up on the dash, my hand was clearly buried between my legs. Luckily, passing cars would not be able to see down inside the passenger seat to witness my open pussy. However, with my legs spread and feet on the dash, there was no way my passenger seat antics could be hidden from any passing vehicle. Any driver passing by our car was certain to know I was diddling my pussy like a bitch in heat.
I glanced in the side mirror, a large pick-up truck was fast approaching, and with it being at a higher level, they would be able to see down into our car and gaze down on me. To add salt to the wound, a red light approached. Fuck, I was so embarrassed being so turned on. Jack knew exactly what he was doing. Our car stopped. Deliberately I spread my legs a little further, then switched hands and started to suck. I was Jack’s little whore. I quickly glanced up at the driver in the truck. The guy was smiling looking down into our car. I kept sucking on my finger and rubbing my clit as I was being watched. Just then, Jack reached over and turned on the inside car light. Oh fuck! The traffic light seemed to take forever to change. I was the late night show for the man in the truck beside us. The car light seemed to put a spot light on my pulsing vagina which was arched up for his viewing pleasure. The driver actually beeped several times. Nervously, I didn’t know where to look. I felt myself tremble. Strangely, I almost came right on the spot. I was so humiliated, and it was almost pushing me over the edge. As I glanced over at Jack’s crotch, his protruding bulge told me he and his cock loved the drive home too.
As we approached a busier part of the city, thankfully, my Master told me I was now allowed to cum. I sucked my fingers and circled my clit, shutting my eyes. It felt so good. I pressed on the flesh around my clit in a slow controlled circular motion. One more dip of my finger down to bring more wetness, spreading it around, and then I was lost in my own pleasure as I climbed higher and higher. Oh God, my body convulsed as my intense orgasm brought me incredible pleasure. My legs pressed against the dashboard as my pussy juice dripped onto my dress.
I placed my feet back on the ground and straightened my dress. I reached for my purse to put my panties back on, but Jack insisted I leave them off. Jack took his right hand, clasping mine as he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. He sniffed my fingers as he drove us home safely. I was deliriously happy the rest of the way home. I still had a glow from the drinking. I was madly in love. I made my husband and my Dom happy. We were heading to our matrimonial home, and my pussy had just been pleasured. Life was perfect. Jack pulled into our parking spot and adjusted his own seat. I looked at him with my puppy dog eyes. Please, oh please let me straddle you right now and fuck you with my soaked warm pussy. It’s yours; it’s yours, dear husband of mine. I didn’t say a word, but he knew what I was thinking.
Jack had other plans for me. He unzipped his pants, freed his cock, grabbed the back of my head and guided me and my lips towards his throbbing member. He moved my face towards his balls where I was able to smell his scent before I started to lick and kiss. He loved it, and I loved bringing him pleasure. His scrotum was tight. This will not take long. Sliding my tongue up along his shaft and lovingly over the head of his penis, I could already taste his pre-cum. I stuck my tongue into the tiny entrance of his penis. A second later I was groaning with a mouthful of cock. It wasn’t comfortable with the gear shift jabbing into my abdomen, but I didn’t care. Jack was rock hard as he held the back of my head, pulling on my hair as I sucked on his cock like a good little whore, working my mouth and hand in unison. He was so swollen and hard, barely fitting into my mouth. He then gushed his load into my thirsty mouth as I drank his cum greedily down deep into my belly. Every swallow was my reward.
Licking my lips, I pulled myself off of his cock and quickly looked at it to make sure I didn’t leave any sperm. All was well, I had sucked him dry. We adjusted our clothing, and Jack came around to my side of the car and opened the door for me. He would do that on occasion. I guess this was a good occasion. With outstretched hand, he helped me out of the car. I was tired, time for bed. With a loving hug and a quick tender caress of my ass, placing his hand on the small of my back, Jack led us to the elevator. We were brought up into the lobby, and Jack decided to check our mail. Turning the corner, we stumbled across the building custodian in the lobby. He was working at night, as a courtesy for the residents. I felt sorry for him. Poor guy, Mike was his name, on his hands and knees, scrubbing the new floor tiles. He glanced up at me, and I gave him a warm smile.
We retrieved our mail and headed back to the elevator. We stepped inside; and I curled into my husband. Jack held me in place with his strong body. Then he leaned in and whispered, “Ready for your first assignment, Chloe?”
When Jack asked for my hand in marriage, we also discussed very openly the idea that I would also be his collared submissive. These were two very different things. Being his wife meant that we vowed undying love for each other, until the end of our days. We truly believed in our marriage. Whereas being his submissive was unadulterated sexual pleasure. We took it seriously, but it was icing on the cake. He would dominate me fully, and I would submit fully. We loved it that way. He made it very clear that, as his submissive, I was allowed to express my hard limits, which he would unconditionally respect. We also agreed to my safeword: Texas. I could use this word to stop any pain play, or in fact, any scene.
Jack and I seemed to be in simpatico on all things bdsm. Many of my hard limits were limits of his as well. For example, he would never do anything to permanently scar my body. Most of our discussions centered on ‘sharing’. Jack found the idea of sharing me incredibly erotic. And I must admit, whenever I thought about it, my pussy turned into a running faucet. His big concern was, that by sharing me, I might question the depth of his love for me. My big concern was, by being shared, he might lose respect for me, knowing other men and women use me. We both alleviated each other’s concerns. As his owned sub, it was thrilling and exhilarating to imagine myself given out for others to use. He owned me. He loved me. He wanted to share me. I was totally devoted, both as his wife and as his submissive.
My knees went weak. Breathe, Chloe, breathe. My head was spinning, but I gathered my composure and told him I was ready. He asked again, and I reassured him I was entirely onside, without reservation.
My Master told me my first assignment was to suck the cock of the custodian, so he could fuck me afterward. That’s right; he told me he wanted to fuck me, before the end of the month, with the caretaker’s cum in my tummy! The building custodian? Are you fucking kidding me? Of all people, the guy who fixes the toilets in the building?!?
The next day I strategized the best way to do this. I had to be careful not to raise suspicions in my target. I didn’t want Mike to think I was setting him up. I couldn’t very well walk up to him and say ‘Hey mind if I suck your dick?’ This had to look honest and real. I had to portray myself a slutty little thing who liked to suck some cock on the side. Well, part of that was true. I giggled to myself.
That night we were home watching a movie. It was time to put my plan into action, and at least get things started. I dressed up in a slightly slutty, slightly sloppy way with a tight skirt and equally tight tank top. No bra added to the effect. My nipples were poking through the thin fabric. I did not tell Jack any more than I had to, knowing it would be more fun this way. He gave me free reign to do what I had to do. I took the elevator down just after midnight, hoping I’d find Mike continuing to do his work. Bingo! There he was. I pretended to be tipsy.
“Working hard, or hardly working?” I asked him, slurring my words a little.
“Almost finished. Tonight will hopefully be my last night,” he replied. I realized he did not understand my bad joke or maybe he was distracted by my breasts. Hopefully the latter, I thought.
“Awww…you’re a good man. Good worker too!” I said before continuing past him to the mail room, where I pretended to check our mail slot.
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I walked past him again, returning to the elevator where I pressed the button. Carefully I glanced all around, to ensure no one else was anywhere in sight. Then I called his name, and when he looked up, I slowly pulled my tank top straps down my arms and my tits popped out. He looked on in total shock. He had full view of my tits as I placed my hands underneath each breasts effectively cupping them, rubbing my pert nipples with my thumbs. He dropped his scrub brush, and his jaw dropped too.
I squeezed and jiggled my tits at him and said, “I wanted to give you a treat, since you work so hard.”
The elevator door opened, and I jumped inside. On the way up I could feel my face blushing deeply. I could also feel my pussy tingling with need. There was no denying that this crazy assignment was arousing me.
The next day I kept my eyes peeled for Mike all day but had no luck. At least I found out where his unit was. The security guard told me it was at the very end of the hallway on the second floor. Mike lived right in the building to ensure he was immediately available for building emergencies. Benito had given him a bachelor unit as part of his compensation. On Monday after work, I mustered up my courage and knocked on his unit door.
When he answered, I spoke right away, “I want to say I’m sorry for how I acted the other night. What I did was inappropriate.”
This time it was Mike who was blushing, “It’s okay,” he replied.
“I was drunk, and well…I just want to make sure you won’t tell my husband?”
Mike reassured me he had no intention of telling anyone.
“Sometimes I’m a bad girl, and I do bad things behind my husband’s back,” I said. I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Even though I had rehearsed them, I was cringing with shame to actually have to say these things. Then I leaned in and kissed Mike on the cheek. I wanted it to come across as a friendship kiss, a harmless kiss. Yet one more step toward gaining his trust.
Two days after that apartment meeting, I made small talk with him outside the building, flirting more aggressively. I asked him for his cell phone number, ‘in case of emergency,’ I said. I think he knew my ploy.
A few more days passed, with more flirting. I called him ‘strong and handsome’ one day. If no one was around, I kissed him on the cheek, or I rubbed his arm. Then I got lucky one morning. Leaving for work, I was alone in the elevator. Jack had an early morning meeting, so he had already left. The elevator stopped on the ninth floor, and Mike got on carrying a big tool box. He must have been repairing something. We both said an awkward hello, with both of us surprised and flustered. The elevator was moving again. If I was going to take advantage of this moment, I had to act fast. With no time to second guess myself, I kissed him full on the mouth. To my great relief he kissed me back, even sneaking his tongue into my mouth. Just as the elevator slowed to signify arrival on the lobby level, we broke apart, pretending nothing happened. As the doors opened, no one was there, but we had both played it safe.
“To be continued…” I said as we parted ways.
Later that day I texted him: ‘I want to suck your cock.’
His reply was all I needed to hear: ‘When?’
I arranged it for an evening that I knew would work well for Jack and me. We were having dinner, and I surprised him with the news that tonight would be the night. I had set up a one-hour rendezvous in Mike’s condo, knowing that would give me enough time to drain a good load out of our trusty caretaker. With Jack’s blessing, I ventured down there.
Mike greeted me at the door. He was freshly showered and cleanly shaven – which was quite rare for him. He had even poured us a glass of wine. We made small talk and then I crawled toward him and started to unzip his pants. I pulled out a thick, fat uncircumcised cock. I kissed the very tip of it. Then I poked at it with my tongue. He started to reach for my blouse, but I stopped him.
“Mouth only,” I told him. My tone was firm, and he didn’t push it. I knew I would be taking the lead with this.
I sucked on his cock while I cradled his heavy balls. Then I felt sorry that I didn’t let him see and play with my tits. After all, he saw them already in the lobby. I stopped and unbuttoned my blouse slowly, pretending that I was seducing him. I pulled my bra cups down under my breasts. He was so turned on; I could tell he was a breast man. He immediately started to clumsily play with them. It was actually irritating my nipples. Ok Chloe, take one for the team.
I bent forward, grabbed his cock with my hand and lowered my mouth onto it. Up and down, I barely sucked. It didn’t take long before he dumped his seed into my mouth. There was a lot of it. I lapped it up. Who knows when he saw action last? We then sat and exchanged small talk; I actually think he was in shock. I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I stayed for about ten minutes more as he finished the wine. His load was now floating around in the bottom of my belly.
It was time to return to my husband. At the doorway, I gave Mike a huge hug and said something about this being a once in a lifetime fantasy. To my surprise and joy, he seemed to be in acceptance of that.
I went back up to our condo; Jack met me at the door. He asked me nothing, just looked into my eyes. Jack picked me up and carried me to our bed. We fucked with such intensity and passion I almost cried. The sex was exceptional, and my orgasm seemed to ravage my body. Both of us highly aroused, his cock melted into me, filled me up, and slammed into me with such strength and force. We had our orgasms in unison and fell asleep in each other’s arms, very much in love.
Chapter 4. One Plus Two
Jack’s View:
We had the day off as it was the fourth of July. Why not sleep in, which we did. Mid morning we decided to go for brunch. On the way down, in the elevator, two very attractive women stepped in, on the seventh floor, both of them acknowledging Chloe as if they had seen each other before.
“Who was that?” I asked, once we had parted company with the other pair in the lobby.
Chloe went on to tell me, that while she didn’t know their names, she remembered the women from her early morning workouts in the gym.
“I’m pretty sure they’re a couple,” Chloe said, almost taunting me with her inside scoop.
“Oh, really,” I remarked, “then before the end of this month I shall fuck you in our bed, with the smell of both of their pussies on your face.”
Chloe was about to burst out laughing, until she saw the expression on my face. I wasn’t kidding, far from it. I was quite serious. Being the beginning of the month, she still had the better part of four weeks to make it happen. It wouldn’t be easy. In fact, if the couple were monogamous, it would be impossible, but even if that were the case, it would be interesting to see how my little pet tackled the challenge. For me, success would be measured by the effort Chloe put forth, not whether or not she actually achieved it. I wanted to see how she approached it, and how determined she was.
Over brunch Chloe asked a lot of questions. I made it clear she was allowed, and in fact, encouraged to take whatever time was necessary to reach her goal. We both knew the only way it would be doable was if she managed to befriend the women in advance, gain their friendship and trust, and then find a way to maneuver her way in between their open legs. She was permitted to have sex with the women in advance, if it happened to work out that way. As long as she came up to our condo before the end of the month, with the fresh essence of both women still on her face, then her conquest was victorious.
That afternoon back home, we made love. It was beautiful. I tied Chloe’s arms up to the headboard and fucked her long and deep. In our post-orgasm bliss, we smiled at each other, both of us saying ‘I love you’ with our expressions.
“I will do my very best,” she whispered.
“I know you will,” I comforted her, “no matter what happens, it’s all good. Something like this is not entirely in your control. I know you can do only so much. Show me you care enough to give it your best shot, and I will be very pleased.”
The next morning when I awoke about 6:45
, there was no one beside me. Fifteen minutes later Chloe returned, evidently freshly showered from a workout in the gym. Ahhh, it dawned on me, she wasn’t about to waste any time.
“No luck. They weren’t there. I’ll try again tomorrow.” she stated.
For the next week, Chloe went down to the gym early each morning. On the third day she had success. Names were not exchanged, but she managed to sneak in some small-talk with one of the two targets. Two days later, she crashed their morning workout yet again, and this time, they introduced themselves. The two beauties were indeed a romantic lesbian couple, and their names were Canace and Shanyn.
A couple of days later, I ran into the couple myself. Coincidentally, all of us were retrieving our mail at the same time. To me, no one in the world is as beautiful as Chloe, but these two were right up there. One of them gave me a courteous smile, as co-tenants do, but no real acknowledgement beyond that. As they walked away, I took a closer look. If I remembered correctly, Chloe has said that the short-haired blonde was Canace, and the taller one with the reddish hair was Shanyn. The girls held hands briefly as they walked away, not fully, but simply with their baby fingers hooked together. These two surely turned heads everywhere they went, driving straight men insane.