by Pepper Pace
He quickly undressed and soon she was no longer preoccupied with the occupants of the adjacent rooms, she was focused on the sight of his throbbing cock.
Chapter Seven
Cherrelle had lost her trepidations about the vinyl man. The day after visiting the club she asked him to put on the costume without him even having to ask. This time she pleasured him, doing all of the things that she knew he liked—because what he liked she ultimately liked as well.
When she went home she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened Friday at the club. She had never considered herself capable of doing the things that she had done. She’d enjoyed watching the orgy as well as the individuals in the adjacent room. At one point when Lewis had her on her hands in knees on the chaise fucking her from behind, she had noticed that the man and woman from one of the rooms had stopped to watch them.
Her pussy had spasmed in response and she’d orgasmed violently…and repeatedly. Afterwards they left without exploring further. He’d whispered in her ear that they would see more during their next visit. She had shivered.
If fucking in a sex club kept Lewis happy than she could indulge, especially since she found herself responding to its decadent activities.
“I want to do something very exciting Friday.” Lewis said. He was at the restaurant and talking to Cherrelle in low tones over his office telephone. The office door was shut but he was talking in low tones for the effect.
“Are we returning to the club?” She asked wondering if they would see an even darker side of the facility.
“Another time. Babe,” he took a deep breath. “You know how the vinyl man makes me feel.”
“Yeah, you fuck like you’re Superman.”
He smiled. “And you like being fucked by Superman.”
“I can’t deny that,” she laughed.
“What if you were with two vinyl men…?”
There was a long pause and Lewis waited with baited breath.
“What?” she asked as if she hadn’t heard clearly.
“Two of us.”
Cherrelle couldn’t understand Lewis’ angle until she realized that there was no mystery behind his words. He wanted another man to fuck her. Her heart fell at those words.
“You want to share me with another man?” she couldn’t hide the hurt in her voice.
“It’s not like that. It’s like the way it is at the club-“
“So you just want the other man to watch? Or is that you want me to watch while you and the other men fuck?”
“No. It’s not like that. Listen to what I’m saying. I want two vinyl men to give you pleasure. But when it comes to fucking, no cock but mine will enter you.”
Cherrelle was shaking her head, still in disbelief at this request. “Then why would you want this? I don’t desire another man in my bed-”
“Cherrelle think about your fantasies, the deepest part of you where no other person can see. The vinyl man is your sex doll-”
“Lewis! YOU are the vinyl man. That’s why it turns me on, because I’m turned on to you!”
Lewis closed his eyes and rubbed his lids. He was blowing this… “Honey, I’m sorry. I just wanted you to know that I’m crazy into you. I’ve never scened with another person in the vinyl suit. But I knew that you enjoyed it. I just thought you’d enjoy it even more with two of us.”
“But…I just don’t get why you would want to share me?”
He took a deep breath. “Because you’re perfect. And any man would desire you. I am turned on by knowing that I have someone others want.”
“Do…do you want an open relationship?” She asked knowing that his response would be the make or break in their relationship.
“No.” He replied quickly. “An open relationship means that we have a romance with others, that we fall in love with others. I love you Cherrelle and I don’t intend to share that love with another person.”
She closed her eyes in relief at those words. It was the first time that he’d admitted to being in love with her.
“Then explain to me again what it is that you want.”
He was happy that she was giving him an opportunity to explain and he hoped that he would find the words that would allow her to understand.
“Once upon a time I only indulged in vanilla sex with the same cookie cutter women. I had a healthy sexual appetite and didn’t think that I was missing anything.
“But one day I was introduced to the club by a woman that I was dating. She was older and had been a member with her ex husband. They’d been swingers and—“
Cherrelle’s eyes closed. Well no wonder this man was still single. He was a fucking pervert! She wanted to hang up the phone and run away. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that she really did love him—not just sex with him but with his personality and his charm and his style. She loved the things that he had shown her and taught her to appreciate. But this was crazy talk! She wasn’t some whore that would—COULD fuck some strange man!
“Lewis, just tell me who this other man is? Are you secretly gay because if you want to fuck a vinyl man-”
“Hell no,” He said firmly. “I am strictly hetero. I don’t want to fuck a man. Let’s just drop it. I’m sorry-”
There was no way that they could drop it now. What? Pretend that he hadn’t suggested it? The only thing to do was to see it through either to a hell no or a yes I’ll try it.
“Answer my question. Who would be the other man?”
“Someone from the club, someone that you found physically appealing. You would choose. Every member of the club has gone through a thorough background check. They are clean and disease free. And more importantly they are not strangers to the club. Meaning they are stable, wealthy, healthy men.”
“I’m not saying that I’m willing to do this. I’m just asking, okay?”
“Okay. I understand. Cherrelle, I know you think that this is about sharing but it isn’t. It’s about me watching you and you showing me.”
She sighed. “And what exactly would you want us to do with each other?”
He waited a heartbeat before replying. “I want you to allow him to pleasure you while I watch—whatever pleasures you.”
“And no intercourse? You said that it would be like at the club where if you where the white bracelet there is only one cock inside of me and that would be yours.”
“Of course. Nothing would ever happen that you wouldn’t want to happen.”
“Unlike this?” She bit out. He didn’t reply. “I’ll think about it. I’ll call you tomorrow.” She hung up without saying goodbye.
Cherrelle called off work the next day because she was too distracted to listen to whiny customers after learning that her boyfriend of nearly four months wanted her to be involved in a threesome.
She knew that she wasn’t the first woman to be asked by her clueless boyfriend to do something like this. She paced her apartment as she thought about her relationship with Lewis Berkshire. There was so much she liked about him. And she’d been waiting for him to say that he loved her because she already knew that she loved him.
Despite never saying the words he’d shown his love in so many ways. He was completely attentive to her, he took her places that she’d never been--to fancy restaurants and theater shows and artistic events. And although she’d never met his parents, who lived out of state, when he talked to them over the phone he always mentioned that she was present so they knew that she was his girlfriend.
Lewis felt like the real deal. So now came the hard question—what would a woman do for her man?
The security buzzer rang jolting Cherrelle out of her reverie. It wouldn’t be Lewis because he had access to her building. She hurried to the intercom.
“Yes?”
“Delivery ma’am.”
“Delivery?”
“Yes, ma’am. From Fleet Florals.”
“I’ll come down.” She slipped on her shoes and then went to meet a delivery man who was holding a bouquet of flo
wers. It was enormous and included so many flowers that it nearly concealed the poor man.
She signed for the flowers and tried to tip the man but said that a generous tip had already been included. One of her neighbors had entered the building and all she could say was ‘Dayum!’
Cherrelle didn’t even wait to get to her apartment. She placed the large bouquet on the mail table and searched for the card.
Cherrelle,
First and foremost, I love you. I don’t want our relationship to be hurt by yesterday’s conversation. You are the most important person in my life. Living a sexual adventurous lifestyle is also important to me. And nothing would please me more than to combine the two. I love you honey,
-Lewis
Cherrelle read the note three times before she went back to her apartment with the huge bouquet. She sniffed them and then found a place for them by her window.
What would a woman do for her man? She would take the adventure with him.
“I’m willing to try this Lewis.” He was kissing her fingertips. He’d already kissed her pedicured toes. She wanted to giggle but she remained serious. “But if I don’t like it then I won’t do it again. And that might mean that I’m not the right woman for you.”
Lewis frowned. His heart felt strained in his chest at those words. “Don’t say that, Cherrelle. You and I are good together.”
He sat back on his haunches from where he was kneeling on the floor.
“I just want some rules. You said that he would be someone from the club.”
“Yes. The men from the club are safe.”
She nodded. “Okay. I don’t want to know who he is. As long as I never see his face then he will be nothing but the vinyl man.”
He smiled. She got it. She understood. “Yes. He will remain anonymous.”
“Okay.” She sighed. “I get to decide what I do—not you.”
“As always,” Lewis replied.
She did smile at that. “Fine.”
He stood and then lifted her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom.
“Thank you for trying this. Trust me. The vinyl man will be someone that I trust and know. It will be safe and I will stop everything the moment you say.”
She placed her arm around his neck and hugged him. She trusted Lewis and she knew that his word was his bond.
“Okay,” she said finally.
Chapter Eight
Nash noticed that Lewis was unusually quiet. He wasn’t as personable with the customers nor was he talkative with the staff. Usually Lewis’ hyper friendliness annoyed him. But the big man supposed that he was perfectly suited as the face man for Cucina, while he was better suited for the back room.
“What’s wrong with you?” Nash asked as he sat their evening meal before him at their VIP table. He took his seat and watched his friend stir his pasta e fagioli. “Well?” Nash prompted.
Lewis ripped into the crusty bread and then gave his friend a strange look.
“Is this about Cherrelle?” Nash asked. “Did she dump you?”
“No. But I asked her to do something that nearly led to that.”
Nash shook his head and dunked a chunk of bread into his own soup. “You asked her to have sex with another man.”
Lewis didn’t reply.
Nash paused with his spoon poised to enter his mouth. He placed it back into the bowl. “You actually asked her to fuck another man?”
Lewis rolled his eyes. “Not in those words. I have more tact than that, Nash.”
“And what was her response?”
“She agreed but with stipulations.”
“Naturally.” He picked up his spoon again and began to eat. “So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I have two warring sides to me.” Lewis leaned back in his chair. “I love Cherrelle.”
“Ah,” Nash acknowledged. “And what if she doesn’t accept your lifestyle?”
“I don’t know. But I need the lifestyle. It’s a part of who I am.”
“I know brother,” Nash said while eating heartily. “You’re preaching to the choir. It’s like being gay and then being forced to be hetero. It just doesn’t work like that. Not for people like us.”
Lewis just nodded, still not eating.
“So what’s wrong?” Nash asked. “She said yes.”
“One of her rules is that I select someone from the club. It’s safer that way.”
Nash nodded in agreement.
“I do not want any of those assholes licking my woman’s pussy.”
Nash sputtered while drinking his wine. “What the fuck kind of swinger are you?” he hissed.
“No, I mean that the VIPs are assholes, or too old, or not physically right for the vinyl suit.”
Nash raised his brow. “Gimp suit?”
“It’s not like that.” Lewis said. “She actually likes the vinyl suit. Everything she turns out to actually like was something that she was unsure about initially. It’s like the club. She really got into it and even asked to go back. I think she will like this, but she just has to try it first…and the experience has to be a good one.”
Nash just shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat.” He still didn’t like the idea of Lewis offering Cherrelle up to some random guy. Swingers typical made it a mutual decision. Regardless, the idea just didn’t appeal to him. He suspected that Cherrelle had only agreed to this in order to make Lewis happy. But that never went well.
“Nash,” Lewis said slowly. “I need you to do me a favor.”
Nash continued to eat.
“I want you to be the second vinyl man.”
“I don’t do gimp suits.” The big man stated without missing a beat.
Lewis was shaking his head. “It’s not like that, I told you. Cherrelle doesn’t Dom. It would just be a means to stay anonymous.”
Nash was shaking his head. “What you’re asking is going to make it awkward. I see Cherrelle all the time at the restaurant-“
“It’s going to be completely anonymous. She will never know who is in the suit. You know how to coax women to do things they didn’t know they like. You’re a Dom and I’ve seen you turn shivering women into purring kittens.”
Nash shook his head. “She wouldn’t like it being me-”
“She wouldn’t know. She doesn’t want to know who is in the suit.”
“Ask Burns for what you want. He will do well and will fit into a suit. My big ass would bust out of one.”
Lewis leaned back against his chair again. “I thought about Burns.” He was an African American man that was a successful Dom. He wasn’t a VIP the way he and Nash were but he had a stable of women. The problem with Burns is that they had always been in competition and had indulged in some of the same women.
He didn’t trust Burns not to try to make a play for Cherrelle. She was absolutely beautiful and he knew that Burns would appreciate her.
“I don’t trust Burns with Cherrelle.”
“Because they are both black?” Nash gave him a disapproving look.
“No. I don’t care about that. I’m…not a Dom, so I don’t fall under the rule of not touching another Dom’s woman.”
Nash sighed in disapproval.
“I know, I know. It was still wrong.” Lewis bit his lip. “You’re the only one I trust to make the first time right for her.”
Nash’s brows gathered reminding Lewis of storm clouds.
“If I didn’t like this girlfriend of yours…”
Lewis smiled.
Cherrelle stepped into the elevator leading to Lewis’ condo. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt and a white wrap blouse that tied with a flourish at her waist. Black heels that were too high to be considered sensible encased her feet.
She wasn’t sure why she was arriving dressed like this, as if she wanted the vinyl men to appreciate her. The correct mindset would be to realize that the vinyl men didn’t think they just brought pleasure.
Cherrelle entered the condo and as usual was met with
the sound of soft chill music. The lights were dimmed and candles glowed throughout.
Lewis was sitting in a barrel chair and he smiled when he saw her. She was exquisite, everything that a man could want in a woman. Her luscious ebony skin contrasted perfectly with her stark white blouse. She was voluptuous in all the right places and he liked the way her short natural hair framed her face. She was his goddess—his ebony goddess.
He stood and met her with a kiss. “You’re beautiful.”
She gave him a shaky grin and tried to resist looking around. “Is-is he here?”
“Yes, in the bedroom. I wanted to wait for you to get here before putting on the suit. Once the hood goes on, I’ll be the vinyl man, remember?” She gave him a shaky laugh. She remembered. They would all be in character. “But—I’m still the man that loves you. I am here to please you.”
He kissed her again and then went into the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine. “Sit down, honey. Relax. We’ll be out shortly.” She sat in the same barrel chair that he had vacated and accepted the chilled glass of peach Moscato. It wasn’t Lewis’ favorite but she loved the sweet beverage. As soon as he left the room she quickly gulped it down and hurried to the kitchen where she poured herself another full glass. Once the bottle was half empty she quickly returned to her seat.
She would need to be feeling good for what was about to happen. No sooner had she taken her seat then the bedroom door opened. Two vinyl-clad men approached her and Cherrelle stood on shaky feet.
The wine had made her warm and while not drunk she was definitely feeling the effects. She eyed the two figures immediately knowing which one was Lewis.
She’d always thought him tall and buff—until the man next to him dwarfed him.
The second vinyl man was probably 6’5” and he easily had fifty pounds on Lewis. She had always appreciated big men and the vinyl man was no exception. He looked like a football player. His broad shoulders led to a thick chest and a waist that wasn’t narrowed and tapered like Lewis. Instead it was firm and taut. His thighs were humongous. He was like a beast.