by Al Daltrey
With the cab pulled over, I jumped from the back seat to the front seat. This guy must have elephant in his DNA. Jack is big, but this guy is a freak of nature. His thick, heavy cock must have been ten inches long and thicker than my wrist. I reached across and started stroking it, while the lucky recipient smiled at me, with a tooth missing, no less. My tits were still out in the open, and I even let him pull on my nipples just before he blasted the entire dash of his car with spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum. He was making a mess, but he didn’t care. This was the experience of a lifetime.
At the hotel, the cabbie refused our payment. Even when Jacked flashed him two $50 bills, he steadfastly refused to accept it.
Jack and I fucked with incredible passion that night. It felt like the days of old.
Later in bed, I asked Jack a question: “Do you miss it?”
He knew what I meant, and answered in a very guarded way, “I hate what I did.”
I fell asleep thinking about his answer. While he knew what I meant with my question, I in turn, knew what he meant by his answer. He did miss it. He missed owning me as his submissive.
But he wouldn’t own me, for fear of hurting me again.
Chapter 17. Pitch Day
Jack’s View:
With Puerto Vallarta a few weeks behind us, life returned to normal. I was still working extensively on the biggest new business pitch in our firm’s history. The few days before the pitch saw a lot of late evenings, as we did rehearsal after rehearsal. We needed to be super tight on the big day or there’s no way we’d win. I’d get home at 10:00 or 11:00 pm, and Chloe would be waiting with a smile and a hug. We’d watch a bit of television, maybe have one glass of wine, and then fall asleep next to each other in bed.
I woke up early the morning of the pitch without having had much sleep. The adrenaline would carry me through it, so lack of sleep was the least of my worries. I kissed Chloe on the cheek, while she still lay in bed, and off I went. Coincidentally, she booked the morning off to run some errands.
“I’ll call you as soon as the pitch is over,” I said, “love you.”
Traffic was worse than normal, as always happens when it matters. Luckily, I built in buffer time, so my colleagues and I all met at a coffee shop, with plenty of time to spare. We did one last walk-through of the agenda and game plan.
The pitch itself went brilliantly, although we always think that’s the case. Even when you think you’ve won, you are often surprised to lose. We were one of four firms pitching, so all things being equal, our chances were twenty-five percent. For a full hour before the pitch, and three hours during, I kept my cell phone off. I couldn’t afford any distractions. Besides, Chloe knew we were on – so with the possible exception of a ‘Good Luck’ text, I didn’t expect to hear from her.
Leaving the pitch, we headed straight for the nearest pub so we could do a post-op. Everyone was turning on their cell phones at the same time. Mine showed several phone messages. That was strange since we had also told our receptionist not to forward any office calls. Then I looked at who these messages originated from, and I gasped.
The San Francisco Police Department had phoned me three times. All that was left was a return phone number.
Scrambling, I took my phone and found a quiet spot in the hallway of the pub, just outside the men’s room. Nervously I dialed. What the fuck is going on? Hurry up, answer, answer! Finally after the fourth ring, a male voice answered.
I spoke before the word ‘San’ was out of his mouth: “Hello this is Jack Gibb. Did someone phone me?”
There was a moment where papers were shuffled, and then he spoke, as if reading a script, “Are you married to Chloe Gibb?”
“Yes, I’m married to Chloe Gibb. What is going on?”
“Sir, there’s been an automobile accident. I suggest you make your way to the UCSF Medical Center immediately.”
“Is she okay? Tell me, is she okay??”
“Sir, I think it’s best if you proceed directly to the hospital.”
“But I have the car. How could she drive if I have the car? Was she with someone?”
“There is another name on file here, yes. He was the driver of the car.”
“Who? Tell me, who?”
“The gentleman’s name is Benito Sanchez.”
I walked straight outside, not bothering to say goodbye to my colleagues. I took a cab, knowing it would be faster than retrieving my car. Besides, I was in no shape to drive. All I kept thinking was: please let her be okay, please let her be okay.
And what the fuck was she doing with Benito?
Chloe’s View:
I was still in bed when my phone buzzed on the nightstand beside me. From the sound I knew it was a text, not a live call. I assumed it was Jack telling me they were about to go in and do their pitch.
Instead, it was from Holly: ‘Come get me now. Seriously fucked up. 172 Weinner Drive. Now.”
I texted her back, asking for clarification. Was she in trouble? What does ‘seriously fucked up’ mean? Was she overdosing? Who was she with? She didn’t return any of my texts, and the phone went straight to voice message when I tried to call. Fuck Holly!!
I didn’t know what to do. Jack had the car. Could I go there alone? What if it was some kind of crack house? They wouldn’t let me in. Should I call the cops? I decided that was a mistake. If I got Holly’s insane friends busted, they’d take it out on her!
My mind was racing. Jack was at his pitch, and his phone was off. No matter how desperate she was, Holly never texted me like this. I needed someone to help me immediately, as it sounded like time was of the essence. If Holly was about to O.D., I’d never live with myself if I didn’t try to save her.
Mike! That’s it. I’ll go ask Mike the caretaker. I’ll find him down in the lobby area. Even if I have to give him $200. I grabbed my purse, and flew down the hall toward the elevator. In my mind I was cursing Holly, but I also realized how much I loved her. True friends last forever.
In the lobby, I scurried here and there, but Mike was nowhere to be found. Frantically, I knocked on his door but to no avail. On the way back I glanced around the lobby again in desperation. That’s when I saw Benito come walking through. He saw me too and noticed something was going on. My hair was a mess, and I was in panic mode. I explained the situation, and to his credit, we were in his Mercedes-Benz in no time at all, plugging the address into his GPS.
We didn’t talk about much, other than I told him a little more about Holly. I warned him I didn’t know what we were getting ourselves into. What kind of house would this be? We wouldn’t exactly be welcomed there. Benito assured me that he was one hundred percent with me, and if we had to barge our way into that house to rescue Holly, that was totally okay. I must admit, in that moment, I realized he maybe wasn’t as big a creep as I thought. When push came to shove, he stepped up.
Benito was driving aggressively in an effort to get us there more quickly. He would push it anytime we hit a yellow light. According to the GPS, we were less than ten minutes away.
I remember we passed a big high school on the left hand side, because it made me think of my years in high school when Holly and I were best friends.
I don’t remember anything after that.
Chapter 18. Visitors
Jack’s View:
I sat for hours beside Chloe’s bedside in the hospital.
I stared at her pretty sleeping face, then out the window, then at the floor, then at her face, then out the window again. Doctors had done all the necessary CT scans, and thank God, she had only suffered a concussion. She was sleeping peacefully, mostly from the pain medication.
Her right wrist was sprained, and her right leg had bruising and lacerations. Her head had slammed into the side passenger window as the car spun rendering her unconscious. Benito was somewhere else in the hospital, and apparently there were no life threatening injuries. He had suffered broken and bruised ribs, but luckily, the airbag prevented any head injuries. Both of
them were okay.
As Chloe started to awaken, she was too incoherent to speak. Then she fell asleep again until the middle of the night. I sat there in a reclining chair. There was no use attempting to sleep. I just wanted to be in the room with her, so that when she opened her eyes again, I would be there for her.
In the middle of the night she awakened, but this time she was well aware of her surroundings.
“What happened, oh fuck…did we get in an accident?” she groggily mumbled.
“It’s okay honey. You are okay. You have a concussion, but no internal injuries, nothing. Everything is okay, Chloe.”
She smiled at me, “I was with Benito. Is he alright?”
“He’s fine. I haven’t seen him, but the nurse told me he’s complaining about the food. He has broken ribs, so can’t walk yet.”
“Holly??” Chloe said, as if she suddenly remembered something, “Jack, pass me my phone.”
“Chloe, forget Holly for now,” I said to her, “we need to talk.”
But Chloe was persistent and frantically checked her phone. From what I could gather, there were several texts from Holly. I don’t know what the texts said, but Chloe was clearly relieved.
“Darling,” I continued, “Listen, I don’t know what you were doing with Benito, and I don’t care. All I know is I love you. Let’s start over. We’ll sell this stupid condo, quit our jobs, and we’ll move to New York, or Boston, or Chicago, or wherever you want.”
“Jack, you don’t know why I was with Benito?”
“I have no clue. I haven’t spoken to him. It doesn’t matter. Let’s move away, and start over.”
“Jack, we were going to rescue Holly.”
Chloe could see by the look on my face that I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Never mind, I’ll explain later. She’s okay too. All you need to know is, I love you, and there’s no need for us to move anywhere.”
Then my baby drifted to sleep again with a smile on her face.
Chloe’s View:
It is so completely bizarre waking up in a hospital bed. You’re thinking to yourself, Where am I? There’s a few minutes when you wonder if you’re in a dream. Then alarmed, you look at your own body. Am I all here? Does everything work? What does my face look like? It’s scary.
Jack was right with me which gave me instant comfort. His warm, concerned, but smiling face looked down at me, as he wiped away tears. He reassured me that I was banged up, but nothing that wouldn’t heal. He then set me at ease regarding Benito. Thank God, he was okay too!
Suddenly, I had a brain flash. We were enroute to get Holly! Worriedly, I checked my phone. There were not one, but four texts from her. I shook my head in disbelief. She had sent me the original message in error, and then her phone died. It was intended for her boyfriend of the minute. Just an innocent mistake that ended up having big implications.
Jack had a serious look on his face and was talking the entire time I was deciphering Holly’s messages. My brain had cobwebs, and it wasn’t easy for me to do the parallel processing necessary to fully comprehend him. Then it dawned on me: he has no idea what the hell I was doing with Benito.
I wanted to hug Jack, but I couldn’t lean up that far. Bless his soul, with no idea whatsoever what I was doing with Benito, he was forgiving me unconditionally. For me, it was an epiphany. Of course, I had done nothing wrong, but that wasn’t the point. Jack had no way of knowing that. He was there for me, no matter what.
I stayed in the hospital for two additional days, but it was mostly a precaution. Of course my parents came to see me, my aunts and uncles, and some of my close friends. The room was filled with flowers in no time, and a smattering of other gifts. Jack never left my side the entire time, and slept on the reclining chair, right in my room.
Holly came to visit the first morning, with news. First, she somehow got her hands on Jack’s gold necklace. She had sold it to a pawn shop, who had sold it to a guy, who was about to melt it down, when she managed to track him down. Secondly, she told us that my accident was a wake-up call for her, especially since her original text was what sent the whole thing off, and of course, she was high as a kite when she sent that text.
“Chloe, I almost fucking killed you, the one person who no matter what I did, never turned her back on me,” Holly said, tears welling up in her eyes.
She then showed us the forms, to prove it was legit. She was registered into the Skyelar Treatment Center. Holly was finally checking herself into re-hab! Jack and I told her we’d support her in any way needed.
The next surprise came when Lexi came to visit. She was dressed very conservatively, and with her body covered, no one would have guessed how festooned she was underneath. We thought it was really sweet of her to come pay a visit. She invited us to her 30th birthday party, which was still a few weeks away. Jack and I agreed to go, and in the subsequent discussion, Jack came up with a fun idea.
Jack would be the bartender at her 30th, and I would be the hostess. Since we didn’t know any of Lexi’s other friends, it would give us a purpose, and parties are always easier when there’s someone dedicated to making drinks. Lexi loved the idea as it made the birthday bash seem more special.
The final surprise was Benito himself. His entire ribcage was wrapped, but he was okay. He actually apologized to me for his carelessness, and I thanked him profusely for his readiness to help that day. No one was hurt, including those in the other car, so we chalked it up to good fortune. He then told us he was leaving San Francisco for awhile to start on a project in San Diego. I realized Benito was actually a man with a good heart, and I squeezed his hand from my bedside.
“I wanted to give you this,” he said, handing a thick 8” x 12” envelope to Jack.
Jack opened it, looking rather confused. It was a deed and legal paperwork. Benito had transferred the title and ownership of the one-bedroom condo next to ours to Jack and me for the price of $1.00. We looked at each other with furrowed brows, still in disbelief.
“Let’s pretend you won the bet that night,” he said.
Jack tried to refuse the gift as graciously as he could, but Benito was having none of that. Eventually, we could do nothing other than express our genuine gratitude. We now owned not one, but two condos. We wished Benito well, knowing it would be several months before we saw him again.
When we got home that night, it felt so nice to crawl back into our bed. I’m home. I kept thinking about Jack and our marriage, and especially how he was ready to forgive me, before knowing why I was in the car with Benito.
As I was falling asleep I whispered, “I wish I could be your submissive again.”
Chapter 19. The Birthday Bash
Jack’s View:
We won the pitch! The decision was announced on my first day back in the office after the week in the hospital with Chloe. Our whole office erupted in celebration. It was a great day. Meanwhile, Chloe returned to work as well, and they surprised her in the boardroom with a welcome-back gathering, a testament to how well-liked she was at her office.
The post-Benito tension was definitely long behind us, but I resisted taking immediate ownership of Chloe as my submissive. In some ways, it was perhaps better for the security of our marriage to refrain from sexual complications involving anyone other than the two of us. Now, did we miss the really kinky stuff involving outsiders? The truth was we did. The little episode with the cabbie in Puerto Vallarta proved how much both of us missed it.
Perhaps for the first time in my life, I was gun shy as a Dom. All I had to do was close my eyes and remember how defeated I felt when Chloe threw her eternity ring back at me. I remembered her exact words, ‘Here’s your bullshit collar back. You don’t own me anymore.’ Her words still haunted me. I needed Chloe to fully trust me, and I couldn’t do that until I fully trusted my own judgment.
I had to make certain we were both ready, but Chloe had other plans.
“I want you to collar me again,” she said, “or I’m g
oing to be a slutty little tramp at Lexi’s birthday party. Then you’ll have no choice but to take full control of me, to stop my whorish nature.”
She was kidding of course, but I could also tell she was in a playful mood and having fun with what could be her last days of freedom. I think I knew deep down that I’d become her Master again, but for the time being, I was happy to let this wacky scenario play itself out. It could be interesting!
A couple of weeks passed, and Lexi’s party was upon us. Chloe had volunteered our services at the party. Apparently, I was to be the bartender, and my wife would be the party cocktail waitress.
I had gone to her condo earlier in the day to make sure we had everything that would be needed all set up. Together, Lexi and I had set up a bar-area in the kitchen, with all the essentials including spirits, liqueurs, wine, beer, ice, mix and added touches like olives and limes. Lexi had arranged for a variety of glassware to be delivered along with some catered hors d’oeuvres. Chloe, being a decent cook herself, had prepared a few additional appetizers. Last, but not least, I was in charge of the music.
I dressed a little more smartly than usual for a casual party, but only because I was the designated bartender. Chloe looked stunning in a red, tight-fitting dress. The first guests to arrive were Lexi’s family: her mom, aunt, and her older sister and younger brother. They brought two big birthday cakes, one vanilla, one black forest. Next to arrive were a whole bunch of Lexi’s college friends, some with significant others, and some were single. Before we knew it, the party was in full swing with a room full of people.