by Al Daltrey
“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.
I found a soft wash cloth and squeezed liquid soap onto my breasts, lathering them up. Yes, it felt so good. I spied my loofah on the side of the tub, and taking it, I ran it over my nipples. Yes, that felt good too. Soapy and hard nipples, I continued to rub. I let go of the loofah and ran my hands over my breasts. They were soft and s
o full. My period would be coming soon. I could tell as my breasts always became rounder and fuller just before. I moved my hands down lower, feeling my slender waist, moving down to my submersed pussy.
My mind wandered back to the severe whipping Jack had given me shortly after we got settled into the condo. Anytime I closed my eyes to relive it in my mind, my pussy pulsated. I wonder if Jack knew it would have such a lasting effect on me. I’m such a masochist. Just the memory of those whips coming down on my body, made me squirm with need. If I thought about the one that hit my nipples, I got an incredible rush. Oh fuck, Jack, I know one day you’ll do it again, and while I dread it, the anticipation makes me want to cum on the spot.
Gently, I found the inner fold and touched my slicked wet hole. Closing my eyes, I straightened my legs, squeezing them together as I pushed my pussy up out of the water. Hanging onto the side of the tub with my left hand, my right hand rubbed my clit in a beautiful sensual circling motion. All I felt was the warmth of the bath, my cleansed skin tingled, and the whole world faded away as intense pleasure captured my pulsating clit. I was so wet, my whole body tensed as I brought myself higher and higher, until I could take no more. My orgasm vibrated throughout my whole pelvis.
Fuck, that was intense. I lay there a few more minutes before collecting myself and getting out. While towelling myself dry, I wondered when Jack would be home. I enjoyed my time alone, but now found myself missing my husband.
I went to bed around 1:00 am, avoiding the temptation to text Jack. There was no use interrupting him without reason, especially when he was playing poker. I didn’t want to be one of those clingy wives. Besides, what would I say? ‘Just fingered my hole, come home and fuck me?’
Very late into the evening Jack arrived home. I glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand: 4:20 am. I wondered if, even at this late hour, he might want to make love. It sure wouldn’t have been the first time we’d done that. But no, not tonight, instead he quietly crawled into bed.
“How was it honey, was it good?” I whispered, with a groggy middle-of-the-night voice.
“Yeah,” he answered, without saying another word.
“Do you need a sleeping pill?” I asked jokingly. By sleeping pill I was referring to an orgasm, based on a little joke or ours.
“I’m good,” he said, turning away.
Hmm…something was wrong. Jack was not himself. Something was bothering him, but this was not the time to push it. Then, I realized what it was. He must have lost more money than he wanted to. Yes, I bet that was it. He normally set a maximum limit of $1000, but he probably lost two or three grand, and now he was pissed at himself. Yes, I’m sure that’s what it is.
Then I turned and fell asleep.
Chapter 13. Lexi Comes to Visit
Jack’s View:
I slept like shit all night long. What the fuck did I do? How did it happen? In the morning, Chloe was up and at it before me. I promised Benito I would uphold my end of the bet, but I asked for some time. He was flexible, so there was no reason for me to tell Chloe anything today. Besides, I needed more time to think it through.
I tried to act like everything was normal. Chloe suspected something was bugging me, but she respected my sour mood and didn’t press me about it. Meanwhile, I was trying to rationalize and justify things in my mind. I made Chloe give Mike a blowjob. I made her seduce Canace and Shanyn. I made her fuck those two sex-toy dudes. Fuck, I might even let the sadist in our building use his knout on her. So, what’s so different about this? I’ll tell her I want her to fuck Benito, no biggie. Right? ‘It’s the same thing’ I would try to convince myself.
But then I’d shake my head, and my attempt at alleviating my guilt would come crashing down. All of those other situations were done for our mutual enjoyment. This was done because I got greedy, and I got stupid. Of all people, Chloe doesn’t want to fuck Benito. She thinks he’s an arrogant jerk.
I went back and forth in my head all day, in turmoil. I debated phoning Benito and trying to renegotiate the wager. But with what? Any amount of money that I could afford would be peanuts to him. I couldn’t tell him Chloe didn’t do this sort of thing, not after he saw her on that security footage. Benito is Brazilian, and where he comes from, a man is only as good as his word. I gave my word, even shook his hand to solidify our bet. There was no way to renege now.
Chloe and I had lunch in the square at a little Thai place. I pulled at the spicy Thai noodles with my fork, lost in thought again.
“Did you hear my question?” Chloe asked, scolding me.
I apologized. She had started to tell me a story, but my mind drifted back to the Benito fiasco, and I missed her question altogether. I was definitely not myself. The rest of the day was more or less, the same.
That evening Chloe had a surprise for me. Sexi Lexi was coming to visit. The girls had completed all five of the planned dance lessons, and Chloe was ready to show me her new moves. She never once practiced in front of me, to keep the dance itself a surprise, which was sweet of her.
Chloe wanted to discuss something in advance. She called me ‘Master,’ so I knew she wanted to have the discussion as my submissive. She assured me that, during all her lessons with Lexi, the two girls never touched each other in any kind of sexual way.
“I want Lexi here, to watch me dance for you…but I have an ulterior motive. I’m thinking, well, things might get a little crazy – and it could be a treat for you,” Chloe said.
I smiled at my lovely submissive. “Get a little crazy?” I asked for clarification, but only to milk the moment.
“I’m just asking, do I have your permission? Is it okay if she joins us?”
She was seeking permission to entice Lexi to join us in a threesome. It warmed my heart because I knew Chloe was doing this entirely for me. But also, who was I kidding, I loved the thought of fucking Lexi.
“Do you think she’ll do it?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Chloe confessed, “but she did accept my invitation to come and watch. I think it’s a possibility. I’d like to try, but only if I have your endorsement.”
“Of course,” I said, smiling.
I was still troubled, and tried my very best to push that stupid poker game out of my head. I could sense that Chloe was excited about doing her dance for me, and I wanted it to be a special night for both of us. She told me more about Lexi, which was quite interesting. The two had become genuine friends. It turned out that Lexi completed a four year university degree in child psychology. Most people don’t think of strippers as being all that scholarly. Lexi pursued a career in her field, but was discriminated against because of her tattoos and facial piercings. Then, when prospective employers learned that she was a dancer at the Peppermint Club, to pay off her student debt no less, they outright refused to hire her. They were worried that parents wouldn’t accept an edgy stripper covered with ink. It’s too bad really as, according to Chloe, Lexi would have been a very compassionate and insightful psychologist.
Chloe got her three-song selection ready, and soon, Lexi was knocking on our door. Maybe this would be just the distraction I needed. At first, I thought the timing was terrible, with me being so preoccupied, but maybe this would shake me out of it.
We greeted Lexi at the door, and the two of them were immediately chatting up a storm. It was clear that they had a genuine affection for each other. We made our way to the kitchen, with the girls grabbing a seat at the counter as I offered drinks. I decided on a beer for myself, and they sipped on a glass of Napa Cellars Chardonnay. Lexi had about two hours before she had to leave for the club, so there wasn’t much time to waste.
Chloe set up a wooden chair for me in the area just in front of the sofa, turned the lights off, except for a strategically positioned lamp, and then she and Lexi slipped into the bedroom to get dressed. They came out a few minutes later. Chloe was dressed as a sexy airline flight attendant. Another quick round of drinks, and the show was underway.
Lexi mimicked her bes
t announcer voice: “Introducing…Mile-High Chloe.”
Somehow, at least temporarily, I did forget about my troubles. Chloe strutted toward me as her first song kicked off: ‘I’m A Slave For U’ by Britney Spears. The song selection was a tongue in cheek, and it set the mood. This was going to be fun. Chloe was even better than I imagined her to be. Her moves were unbelievable! How did she learn that in such a short time? She did the booty bounce, that exotic strut, touching her toes seductively, the hula hoop move. This was only the first song, so she didn’t venture onto my lap just yet. By the second song her boobs were in my face and her upper body naked. She gyrated wonderfully. This was hot! She straddled my lap, and then, motioned Lexi to come over.
“Come dance with me,” asked Chloe as she glanced at Lexi.
“Is it okay?” Lexi asked, directing her question to me.
“More than okay,” I smiled.
Soon two beautiful women were dancing semi-nude before me. Lexi seductively removed her top, as my wife got down on her knees and pulled away at the stripper’s thong until it was fully removed. Lexi’s ink was even more alive and vibrant, thanks to our living room light. The colors on her body sprang to life. Damn, it looks as if her tattoos are dancing for me! The girls started to move together in synergy, mimicking each other’s moves and surrounding me with perfect skin. What man wouldn’t start getting hard after that?
During the classic nipple graze, both girls slid their hardening nipples along my cheeks, each attacking me from one side. Music-wise, we were now listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Chloe teased my mouth with her nipple, and I sucked it in, sliding my tongue around it, and then lightly biting down on it. When Chloe pulled away, she glimpsed at Lexi again, as if to say ‘your turn’. Lexi fed me her nipple, first the left one, then the right. Her tits were small but firm, with soft pinkish nipples in contrast to the studs that adorned them. My tongue fished around with the nipple studs. Meanwhile, Chloe used the opportunity to unbutton my jeans.