by Alex Tempera
He watched a few demonstrations for different equipment, but then he found one labeled vibrator, so he clicked on it. There were three videos, and when he clicked on the first one, he watched as the male dominant used the vibrator on his male submissive’s cock and then, used it in his asshole. He could feel himself getting hard, so he quickly closed the video. He clicked on another video of two females, one submissive, and using the vibrator on her nipples, clit and inside her pussy and her ass. The final video was of a male dominant using the vibrator on the female submissive’s body, similar to the other uses, only this time, he was fucking her ass as he shoved the vibrator in her pussy. This vibrator had an attachment that also vibrated against her clit as it was inside her.
He closed the browser and rubbed his eyes. “Damn. I think I need her to help me with this.” He looked down at his hard cock tenting his pants and realized there was only one way to relieve it. He grabbed his briefcase, placing it slightly in front of him, covering his erection, and headed toward the private washroom. He locked the door and went into one of the two stalls. Oh, how he wished she were watching him. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and opened the video app. He aimed it down with one hand and recorded himself. He unzipped his pants and jerked his cock until he released himself, aiming for the toilet. After washing his hands, he headed back to his office. Something had changed for him. He never got hard at work, even when his boss bends over in front of him. Mr. Reynolds is also a closeted gay man, and once in a great while, they would meet at a motel, for a fuck and suck. It’s just been a couple months since that happened.
Paxton focused on his files now that he felt better. He would worry about the playroom once he showed Sydney that site later. He had to focus on work. He was sure she was working hard, even with John being there. He hoped their work relationship didn’t change. There was no way in hell he would want her to fuck John without him being there and without John being Jessica. Something about him being himself and fucking her was not what he wanted. No one was fucking her unless he was there. That was it. He took a deep breath and focused on his files again. His mind could not keep drifting.
He jumped slightly when he heard the knock on his door. “You busy?” Mr. Reynolds stood in his doorway. “Your door was unlocked.”
“Oh, sorry. Just reviewing these briefs.”
“You seemed to be distracted. I thought you might wanna get some lunch.”
Fuck. That was code for the fuck and suck. He promised Sydney. “Um, I can’t. I’m really busy.”
Mr. Reynolds walked in the office and shut the door. “My cock is aching for your mouth, Carlton.”
“I can’t. I have an agreement with my wife.”
“You’re only married for one reason. The same reason I am. Doesn’t mean I don’t want your mouth on my cock and it belongs there.”
“If you want me to suck you or fuck you, or vice versa, it has to be in front of my wife. We have a new agreement.”
“Since when?”
“Last night. Please, it was my idea and she agreed.”
“Did you watch her or did she watch you?” he sat down in the chair across from his desk.
“I brought her a submissive and she played with him, and then I played with her. I don’t want to get into details, but I realized I liked watching and playing. That’s what we agreed to. You said our, well, whatever had nothing to do with work. Is that the case?”
“Yeah, sorry. So, what if I came over one night and we played? What are you talking about submissive stuff? Like whips and chains?”
“Well, we haven’t gotten really into it, yet. She’s going to pick out a sub for me and I pick one for her, and we’ll have a few come in until we find the right one. Now, if you want to play, you’re welcome to. I just have to tell her because she was going to pick mine.”
“She just did,” he smiled. “I thought you could suck me in preparation, but I like what you said.”
“She called you? From work?”
“No, she called me this morning, on her way to work. You already told me that she knows about our secret lunches, and she wasn’t embarrassed. She also figured since you picked her assistant, the least she could do is pick your boss.”
“Well, if that’s what she wants, and you’re up for it, be at our house at eight.”
“How do I dress?”
“Wear whatever you want. Sweats are fine.”
“How did the other guy dress?”
“I can’t say. It’s private.”
“Oh, sure, I’ll be there.”
“Your wife, knows, right?”
“Yeah, but it’s too bad she’s not as fun as your wife.”
“As long as you keep what we do confidential, it’ll be fine,” he said.
“Of course. Do you want to get a real lunch, with food?”
“Yeah, but I think I have another engagement,” he pointed to Sydney, who was standing in the doorway.
“I see that,” Reynolds stood up. “Your honor.”
“Please, it’s Sydney. Only call me that in court,” she smiled.
“I’ll try. Oh, by the way, it’s Tim.”
“Tim, tonight?”
“Yes, he said eight.”
“Perfect,” she watched as he left the office. “Lunch?”
“I’d like that, where?”
“Home. I cleared my docket early, unless you have a lot of work to do.”
“No, I can bring these home to read later. I better tell him I won’t be back.”
“I think he knows,” she smiled. “I’ll meet you at home.”
“I’m right behind you,” he smiled as she left the office. He gathered his files and laptop, and shoved them in his briefcase. He looked at Evelyn. “When my package comes from the photographer, just put it on my desk. I’ll be out of the office the rest of the day.”
“Yes, Sir,” she watched as he left the office.
Six
Sydney placed three platters on the table, and poured two glasses of white wine. She smiled as Paxton entered the dining room. “In here?”
“I hope you don’t mind,” she smiled.
“No, of course not,” he sat down at the end of the long table.
“I hope I didn’t take you away from work today. My day was lighter than I thought. Well, I got done well before noon. Have some lunch.”
“I was surprised that you came to the office. Then, I realized something.”
“Oh?”
“I never go to yours either,” he sighed. “Syd, why did you ask Mr. Reynolds to join us tonight?”
“From what you told me of your boss and your lunch encounters, I thought he may make a good sub for you. I thoroughly enjoyed Jessica. I still have so much to learn and I also wanted to be fair to you.”
“He wanted to have a lunch but I told him that we only had sex in front of each other,” he grabbed two pieces of bread from one of the platters and piled it with turkey, ham and salami from another.
“Did your thoughts interfere with your work today?”’
“Yes,” he sighed. “I have something to show you.” He reached in his pocket and handed her his cell phone. “The video from today.”
She watched the video of him jerking off in the stall, and then she looked at him. “You taped it?”
“Well, I had to get rid of my hardon and I thought you should see it. We promised to watch, right?”
“What got you so hard at work? Your boss’s ass again?”
“No, I kept thinking about the playroom and how to set it up. I had Magda call the maintenance guys and have it emptied, except for the bed. I went on this website and they had a list of toys and equipment for a playroom. I realized I didn’t know how to use some of those things, but there was another link that had demos. I got hard watching the demos.”
“Oh, so you only watched the gay demos?”
“No,” he took a bite of his sandwich. “I got hard when I saw one with the vibrator. It was similar to what you and I did last
night, in your room.”
“After lunch, you should show me this website. I also visited a site that John suggested. I’m not sure of all the things that we can do and how to use toys or make contact to get more subs to test out. John did make a suggestion, and we talked over coffee across the street. I can’t let this fetish life interfere with work.”
“It didn’t, right?”
“No, my day was easy. A few continuances, one dismissal and an evidentiary hearing,” she smiled. “Eat up, my love.” She still wondered why the big change in Paxton, and was terrified that he would change back. Maybe she could change for him. He’s doing so much to make her happy and there’s one thing that she wants to do to him, to make him happy, but she isn’t physically able, at least right now.
After lunch, they were laying on their stomachs on her bed, focused on his laptop. He opened his Internet Browser and launched the fantasyfetish.com website. “See, right here, is the list of suggest equipment for the playroom.” He pointed to the list. “I thought the spanking bench and St. Andrew’s Cross seemed interesting.”
“Hmm, I like that,” she said. “We should also have something to store our toys in. Like a dresser with lined drawers.”
“And we need to decide what kind of toys we want,” he sighed. “I watched a lot of the demos. I thought the ropes were interesting, but we would have to be trained by someone who knows ropes.”
“I agree. I’ve seen some of the photos and they’re beautiful. I think they call it Shibari.”
“Well, let’s get the toys that we know how to use or that we could learn easily,” he kissed her cheek. “Like blindfolds and wrist cuffs, something not metal.”
“I like that crop and maybe a paddle and flogger. Also, some cock rings, different sizes.”
“And anal vibrators as well as butt plugs and different sized dildos and vibrators. Yes, get the strap-on, too. And a lot of lubrication.”
“I already ordered the strap-on.” She smiled. “So, should we order now?”
“Yes, and make sure we have a basin that we can put the toys in it, and then wash it later.”
“There was something else that I read while I was in between cases today,” she sighed. “I think I did something wrong with Jessica.”
“What do you mean?”’
“I didn’t do aftercare. I had him clean himself up. I should’ve held him after we finished and then cleaned him up. I didn’t. I know now that is important.”
“That’s good to know. I didn’t know that either. I do know that after you and I, well, it felt good to clean you up in the shower and last night, it felt good to hold you.”
Sydney touched his hand. “You know what this reminds me of?”
“What’s that?”
“Remember, in high school, us going through the yearbook and pointing out all the guys we liked, hated, or wanted to just get to first base with.”
“Yes, we’d pig out on ice cream and dip our chips in it,” he laughed.
“I remember,” she sighed. “What happened to us?”
“Five years later, we made a business decision to get married.”
“Yes, but what is it now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I feel we are getting close again, but it seems to be all about sex. Hell, PJ, the past few years, we’ve done our own thing, and we hardly ever talk.”
“You’re right and I want to change that,” he said.
“PJ, tell me why all of sudden, are you trying to make me happy?”
“Because, I realized that I’m not happy unless you are,” he sighed. “Syd, you’re my best friend and you’re my wife. I know it was a business deal, but we promised it would be forever. You spend more time with your vibrators than you do with any man. I spend too much time thinking about where my next cock is coming from that I lost myself. I don’t want to be lost. I want us to both be happy. And yes, it has to be more than just sex. We need to do what we used to do. Talk over breakfast, have dinner together, and yes sometimes, have long lunches.”
“I’d like that. I know that you’ll never love me like a husband should love his wife, but I want us to both be happy.”
He kissed her cheek. “Now, let’s check out our new playroom.”
“I’d like that,” she took his hand and they both climbed off the bed, and headed down the hall.
“Um, there is something else,” he said, putting his hand on the doorknob to the playroom.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t even remember the answer to this,” he looked into her eyes.
“PJ? What is it?”
“Why do we have separate bedrooms?”
She snickered slightly. “That was your idea. You wanted privacy with your, uh, male companions.”
“Well, from now on, we’re sharing our experiences, right?”
“Well, hopefully more than that,” she smiled. “You’re right as we both need to be happy and I’d like us to make this marriage work, not have the marriage work us.”
He touched her cheek lightly. “Now, I see why I married you.”
“You married me to hide your sexuality from the world.”
“Well, there is more than one reason that I married you. You’re my best friend.”
She put her arm around his waist. “You wish to share my room.”
“If you don’t mind,” he grinned, that electric charismatic grin that melted more than her heart.
“And what are you going to do with your room?”
“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out.”
“Why now? It’s not just because we’re more involved,” she sighed.
He opened the door to the new playroom, and led her inside. “I liked sleeping with you last night. It wasn’t just because of what we did, but I liked having you there with me, and I knew you’d be there when I woke up.”
“But I wasn’t,” she snickered.
“No, but if I had woken up an hour earlier, you would’ve been,” he smiled.
“Fine, you can share my room,” she walked over to the four-poster bed and sat down. “I think this needs to be in the corner over there.”
“Agreed. We can have the maintenance guy move it.”
“It should be put on rollers or something that lock, so if we want to change the position, we can. I also think we need to have an observation chair.”
He sat down on the bed. “Observation chair?”
“Well, if I’m going to watch you, I want to be in a comfortable chair. Maybe a chaise but leather, so it’s easy to keep clean.”
“Right. About that.”
“What?”
“The cleaning. I don’t think we should have Magda clean our toys or equipment. This room, once it’s set up, should be off-limits to the staff.”
“No, we can do that. You do know how to clean, right?”
“Very funny, but we should make sure we know the proper way to sanitize our toys and equipment.”
“We will,” she smiled. “We should also have a changing area for our subs, like use a privacy screen over there.”
“And put in dark curtains to only use the light in the room.”
“And something to pad the floor. I can imagine the pain that Jessica suffered from kneeling on the marble floor and then the thin carpet in the parlor.”
“I think we know what we want,” Paxton kissed her cheek. “It may take a day or two to get settled. What do we do with Mr. Reynolds tonight?”
“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll use this room. John gave me the name of a company that could deliver this afternoon. I just have to call them with our order.”
“Sounds good. You call and I’ll talk to maintenance. When they’re doing that, I’d like to move in your, our room.”
“Do that,” she smiled and headed out of the room.
Seven
Sydney looked up from her desk in her home office as Magda knocked on the open door. “Is there a problem?”
“Oh, no, Missus,” she said. �
�This package came for you. It’s from Doctor Markowitz’s office.”
“Thank you,” she took the thick envelope from her hand. “Was that it?”
“Missus, may I ask you a question?”
“Of course,” Sydney smiled. “What is it?”
“Are you and Mister Carlton better now?”
“Yeah, I think we are. Why do you ask?”
“I saw him moving his things in your bedroom. I noticed that a few things have changed. He told me not to go in that one guestroom anymore.”
“Oh, it’s a private room that we will be using.”
“I understand. Has anything changed that I need to adjust my schedule for?”
“Well, you don’t need to clean that private room; Paxton or I will do that when we finish in there. Also, there may be some people in and out of here, and I don’t want you to pay them any mind. I’m still your boss. Well, Paxton and me. If anyone ever tries to tell you what to do, you report to me. As for schedule, usually Paxton gets up an hour after I do, so do not clean my room until he has left for the office. Since he won’t be using his room, just make sure it stays dust free and is aired out every day.”
“Yes, Missus,” she smiled.
“Was there something else?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, you were on the phone, and I took a message on the other line. John Remington called. He said he was going to stop by with papers from the courthouse.”
“Thank you,” she nodded as the main doorbell rang. “That must be him.”
“I’ll send him back to you,” Magda nodded and left the room.
Sydney eyed the package from the doctor, and was anxious to open it, but not when John would be here any second.
A short time later, John walked into her office. “Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you. I know you took the afternoon off.”
“John, it’s fine. Did I miss something? I’m sorry I left, I wanted to get some personal things done at home.”