by Alex Tempera
“Keep going,” she breathed hard. She couldn’t believe the excitement. She knew her love for Paxton had to be enough for the both of them, since he could never love her. He loved men, and even if he fucked a million women, he’d never love a woman. Not like he’d love a man. He loved her, just not more than a friend, and a wife who he’s fucking now and then. This was different, though. Something new and finally exciting. “Bite me,” she whispered.
He continued to nip and bite her body and then as his cock grew erect again, he rolled her on her stomach. Biting her back, her neck, and down to her ass. He bit both ass cheeks and ran his tongue up her crack. He spread her crack open, exposing her asshole, and then he inserted his cock inside her again.
She shook with uncontrollable excitement as he fucked her ass again.
“Too back you couldn’t fuck me,” he whispered, as he released himself again.
Sydney felt the tears flow down her cheek. “If only,” she whispered, as he pulled out and lay next to her. She pressed her back against his chest. I wish I could fuck you like that, then maybe you’d love me, too, she wept, hoping he didn’t hear her thoughts.
He kissed the back of her head. “Do you want me to go to my room?”
“Stay,” she whispered. “Stay.”
Four
Sydney, dressed in her designer sweats, sat at the breakfast table, drinking her morning coffee, as Paxton lingered into the kitchen. “There’s coffee and I think Magda made toast.”
“Coffee is just fine,” he sat down. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“A little sore, but thank goodness my robe will cover your delicious bite marks.”
“You’re the one who was delicious last night,” he patted her hand. “Oh, I forgot to give you this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long velvet box. “Happy Anniversary.”
She opened the box and smiled at the diamond necklace. “Ten diamonds?”
“One for every year we were married, and each year, I will add another diamond. Syd, I know that you’ve been unhappy and I also know that it’s my fault. I want to make this work. Not just for my public image, but for us. I think we’re good together and after last night, there is so much more we can explore. We no longer have separate sex lives. We are involved in each other’s sex lives.”
“I get it, I do,” she sighed. “I really enjoyed last night. Both with Jessica, and later with you.” She sipped her coffee. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he poured them both more coffee in their cups.
“If I bought a toy, would you let me fuck your ass with it?”
“What kind of toy?”
“I don’t know. I was thinking one of those strap-ons that look real. I just want to give you something back.”
“I’m willing to try anything. So, you think this will be our nightly thing?”
“I don’t know,” she sighed. “Maybe we should decide on creating our playroom first, and then start bringing in subs. Where on earth did you find John to know he was also Jessica?”
“Club Valkyrie. I go there on Sunday nights. Usually to get my cock sucked or just watch the scenes. It’s a BDSM club in Jersey.”
“I know. I’ve only been there once, a long time ago. You recognized John?”
“In the men’s room. The club requires that crossdressers use the men’s room. I ran into him when he had taken off his wig to fix it or something. That’s when I got the idea. I asked him if he had a dominant. He said no. I told him that you and I were interested in find subs for each other, and I thought he would be perfect for you. I also told him that we would test others.”
“I would like to test both crossdressers and non-crossdressers.”
“I figured that. Tonight,” he stood up and kissed her cheek. “We will figure out how to make our playroom and what it needs.”
“I’d like that. I better get to the office,” she stood up. “I have to change for work. Are you also going in this early?” She gulped down the final drop of coffee and smiled at Paxton.
“Uh, no, but can I help you?”
“Help me what?”
“Get dressed,” he licked his lips.
She took his hand, leading him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom. “You want to pick out my clothes. It really doesn’t matter what I wear, since I wear my robe and I’ll be in court all day.”
“It’s not about picking out your clothes,” he closed the door with his foot. “It’s about watching you. Watching you get undressed. Watching you get dressed.”
“Oh, you never wanted to before.” She walked over to the closet and pulled out a white blouse and black skirt that would fall just above her knee. She draped the clothes over her chaise. “PJ, tell me what’s going on with you.”
“Nothing,” he shrugged as he sat down on her bed. “I found out something about myself last night.”
“What’s that?” she slipped her sweatshirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts as her nipples firmed the minute the cold air hit them.
He reached down his own sweat pants and squeezed his cock tightly. “That I like to watch and participate. And when I participate, you have to be there.”
She slipped off her sweat pants, exposing only her pink lace panties, and walked over to him. “PJ, don’t do this to me.”
He slid down his pants, still holding on to his cock. “Don’t tell me that this doesn’t get you wet, baby.” He continued to jerk his cock.
“But I don’t have what you really want,” she whispered.
“Come here, baby, and watch me, as I watch you,” he moved back on the bed.
“I have to get dressed.”
“You have time,” he patted the bed and spread his legs. “You face me and do to you what you want me to do to you,” he whispered. “Show me with your fingers, your hands, and I’ll show you this hard cock, jerking for you, baby.”
“PJ, what has gotten into you?” she slowly sat on the bed and spread her legs. “You don’t want this.” She spread her lips of her sex, exposing her clit as she rubbed it with one finger.
He spread his legs, jerking his cock, harder and harder as he stared at her fingers. “Something happened to me last night. No, it’s not about wanting sex more, baby, it’s something that I don’t feel I can do unless I share it with you. I love to watch and I loved watching what you and Jessica did last night. I want you to watch me and enjoy and I want to watch you and enjoy.”
She lay back as she continued to rub her clit, harder and harder, she pulled on it, so it would expand and engorge. She continued to rub it harder and then she stuck two of her fingers inside herself, continuing to fuck herself.
Paxton couldn’t take his eyes off his fingers as he continued to jerk off, so much that he released himself all over his hands and cock. He got on his hands and knees, and buried his face between her legs. He stuck his tongue in her opening as she continued to finger herself. He sucked hard as she pulled out and then he flipped her over on her stomach. He sucked her asshole as he pushed his fingers against her clit, making her release more of herself. Sydney wanted him to never stop touching her. She begged, in her mind, for him to fall in love with her, and not just use her for sex and whatever else play they would do, but if playing with others in front of him allowed her to play with him, she would do it. Hell, she loved what it was doing to him. Such a change from the gay-playboy who snuck men of all ages in his room to fuck and be fucked, then they’d be gone.
He lifted his head. “May I bathe you?”
“Well, you can wash me in the shower. I do have to get to work,” she smiled. “You know, my love,” she grinned. “You’d be the perfect sub.”
“I’m no good at taking orders,” he followed her into her private bath. He turned on the hot water.
“Oh, I know, except when your boss orders you to do something,” she kissed his cheek, and stepped into the shower.
He stepped in behind her and washed her body, inserting the soap and
his fingers in all her sexual holes. He used the hand-held shower nozzle and rinsed her.
When she turned around, she gazed into his eyes. “PJ, what’s wrong?”
“Uh, nothing,” he dried her off and then kissed her cheek. His eyes saddened for a moment, and then he embraced her naked body. He hardly ever hugged her, and never like that. “Uh, you better go to work. Will you be home for dinner?”
“I hope so. I don’t have any major cases planned.” She walked into her room and over to the chaise.
“I’ll let you get dressed,” he said quietly, as something all of a sudden was weighing on his mind.
“I thought you wanted to watch. Oh, that was before. Now, the sex is over, right?” she sighed.
“No, my darling. I swear, I’d love to watch you get dressed.”
“Good,” she walked over to her dresser, picked out a pair of pink lace panties, and slipped them on. She also slowly pulled on her black skirt, and then her pink bra that matched her panties. She pulled on her white blouse and buttoned it. “Can you zip up the back of my skirt for me?”
“Oh, of course,” he zipped it up and then put on his sweats that were still on her bed. He kissed her cheek. “I’ll make a list later.”
“A list?”
“Of what we should include in our playroom.”
“Which room do you think it should be in?”
“The one between this room and my bedroom,” he sighed. “It’s up to you, if you want it so close to our rooms.”
“As long as it has a lock on it, that’s fine. We have the washroom and will have to have the room emptied. Right?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even remember what’s in there. I’ll check it out and we can decide later.” He hurried out of the room.
Sydney sighed and ran her hands down her skirt. “If I only had a penis, it wouldn’t be so fucking complicated,” she grabbed her briefcase that was on the table by the door and headed out of her room. She noticed the door to his room was closed but the large guest room in between the bedrooms was open. She headed down the stairs and out the door.
Paxton sat on the edge of his bed and opened the drawer on the nightstand. He pulled out the old photograph of Sydney and himself on their wedding day. She promised to always be his so he could be with whomever else he wanted. All she asked from him is his public loyalty to her and her career and she would do the same for him, well, that and sex three times a year. That was something they both agreed on. He knew she was unhappy and he didn’t want to lose her. It didn’t feel like it was just for the public eye, because even in private, he cared for her. She was his best friend forever, and she made the ultimate sacrifice. He already knew that where he slept with a lot of men, she didn’t sleep with hardly any. She used her personal toys more than anything else. Something changed the way he saw her last night, and he knew he had to keep her happy. He would do anything to keep her happy, and even watch her with other men. He almost gave his feelings away by taking her virgin ass, but he didn’t know what he felt or why he did that, just that he was glad that he did.
Five
Sydney sat behind her desk in her chambers of the courthouse, as John knocked on the door and then entered.
“Ma’am, I have your docket for today,” he placed a small pile of folders on her desk.
“Any changes I need to be aware of?”
“Three of the files are for continuances, and one is an evidentiary review, and there are three attorneys and two detectives in the hall waiting to see you.”
“Oh, all right,” she sighed.
“Ma’am, are you all right?”
“Yes, thank you. Oh, I wanted to ask you a question.”
“If this is about last night,” he stopped when she put up her hand.
“No, nothing like that. We don’t discuss our personal life at the courthouse. PJ told me how he met you at that club. I was wondering if there were some other place, like a social media site or something, I could look at. I’ve been to that club and I don’t really want to go there for research.”
“I’ll write down a few sites that I visit.”
“Thank you. I didn’t know who to ask, this is new to me.”
“It is to me, too,” he said. “And I’ve been in hiding for ten years.”
“You’re not the only one,” she sighed. “The detectives first. Are they here together or separate?”
“Together,” he said. “The Richman’s case.” He pointed to the red folder, separate from her docket folder. “They need a search warrant.”
“Very good. Send the detectives in, and then the attorney, but one at a time,” she smiled.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he left her chambers.
Paxton dropped his briefcase on his desk and sat back in the chair, loosening his tie. He rubbed his eyes as Evelyn appeared in the door. “Yes, what is it?”
“I brought your morning coffee, newspaper and the files from the Holloway case.”
“Oh, all right. Is Mr. Reynolds in yet?”
“Yes, Sir, he’s been here since five.”
“Figures,” Paxton muttered.
“Mr. Carlton, are you all right?”
“Yes, my wife didn’t call, did she?”
“Your wife?”
“Yes, you know Judge Sydney Carlton. My fucking wife.”
“Uh, no, sorry.”
“What’s the problem, Evelyn?”
“Nothing, you just never mention your wife.”
“I’ve been here over a year and I’ve never mentioned my wife?”
“No, Sir, never. I’m sorry. I almost forgot you had one.”
“Yes, I have a wife,” he smiled, and then eyed his desk. No photos. None of him and Sydney. “Uh, I have a lot of work to do, so I don’t want to be disturbed unless it’s Mr. Reynolds or my wife.”
“Yes, Mr. Carlton,” she left the office and closed the door behind her.
Paxton stood up and walked over to the window, that looked down on the busy New York City street. From his window, he could see One Police Plaza or One PP, as they called it and he could also see the large Supreme Court building. His wife’s chambers were on the seventh floor. He never really cared about where she was during the day or what she was doing when she wasn’t in court, but today, for some reason, he did. Though she was a judge, they would never be face to face in court, as the system didn’t allow for such a conflict of interest. Usually the cases were on a lottery bases for judges, but if it did fall in her lap, they would redo the lottery or she would recuse herself. She was an honorable judge.
He always knew she’d be honorable. He also remembered what she said after she thought he left the room this morning. He wondered if she was right. Would it be easier for him if she were also a man? What is it about her that made him suggest having a sub? How could he watch his wife with another man? Could she watch him with a man? It would never be another woman. He could only ever be with one woman. Sydney. His body had that desire. And lately, so did his soul.
His thoughts were interrupted as the pigeon landed on the catwalk outside his window. He turned quickly and his eyes wandered over the dark walls of his office, only his credentials and diplomas were displayed. He had to change that. Hell, even if, uh, since his marriage was for show, he should “show” it.”
He sat down behind his desk and picked up the phone. “Hello, Jenny, it’s me. It’s Paxton.”
“Oh, Sir, what can I do for you? It’s been a while,” the woman responded.
“Yeah, and I’m sorry. I think you and your assistant took photos for our anniversary party three years ago.”
“It was four years ago, but that’s fine.”
“Well, we celebrate in private now, and don’t have too many parties. What I was wondering, and I’m sorry that I can’t remember, but was it you that took photos at our wedding?”
“Yes, Sir, I was there. I remember it being a simple ceremony, but it was beautiful. Sir, what can I do for you?”
“I know this is proba
bly a long shot, but do you still have the negatives or whatever you use. I’m looking for copies. Not just of the formal photos, but some of the candid photos. You see, I only have one photo. I don’t know where the others are or …” he stopped.
“I keep copies on digital format of every picture I take and I archive it, so it’s not lost. What can I do for you?”
“Well, I’d like to have copies of all the photos you took, formal and candid, from every event you ever did for me and my wife. But first, I’d like to have a formal wedding photo of Sydney and myself, framed and sent to my office here. And one sent to my wife.”
“For hers, do you want a different pose?”
“Different from what?”
“I’m sorry. She has three photos in her office. She ordered them special six years ago when she was appointed to the Supreme Court.”
“Oh, right, is there a candid that she doesn’t have?”
“Yes, I’m sure I can find a good one.”
“Thank you. Send that as a gift to her. Oh, my office is in the county building, tenth floor.”
“I’m aware. I’ll get these to you today by messenger.”
“Thank you. I’ll give you my credit card information.”
“That’s fine. I’ll just bill the one we have on file. Is that still good?”
“I’m sure it is.” He hung up. He leaned back and picked up the first file off his desk. His eyes scanned the briefs inside the folder, and then he tossed it on the desk. “Fuck. Syd. Don’t do this to me.” He opened his laptop and opened up his Internet browser. He typed in fantasyfetish.com and then clicked on the link for playrooms. He browsed through the photos of different types of playrooms and then clicked on the link for equipment that could be ordered. “Oh, fuck, I have no idea what all this shit does.” He went back to the home page and scanned it. He was about to close the browser when he noticed a link labelled demos. He clicked on the link and noticed it was filled with lists of toys and equipment, and all had links attached to them. He clicked on the toy listed as spanking bench. It led him to text instructions on how to use it and the different things to use it for, and there was a video. He leaned back and watched as the masked couple, a male dominant and female submissive demonstrated the use of the spanking bench.