And all night, before we eventually slipped off to sleep, I controlled things to such a degree that each time we ventured anywhere near an orgasm for Heidi, we paused, took things down a notch, let her feelings subside.
She didn't remark on it, even as I came all over her stomach and her breasts and she hadn't hit so much as a mini climax that night.
In the morning, though, I woke to the sound of her sighing softly, and saw that she was lying there on the bed next to me, gently touching herself between the thighs.
"No," I said. "I don't want you to do that just now."
I think ordinarily I would have been perfectly content to wake up and find her tending to herself. It was hot, and for Heidi to do it in my presence represented great progress from how things had been while we had been married. On this occasion, though, I had a plan.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." she said, stopping.
"No need to apologize," I smiled. "I just don't want you to come right now."
"Oh." She seemed disappointed, but at the same time something seemed to click with her, she saw the logic of why I'd made love to her for so long the previous night without taking her to orgasm.
"This is an order," I said firmly. "You're not to come until you've slept with Don."
I heard her catch her breath at that one, though she tried to hide her reaction.
"In fact," I said, "I want Don to be the next person to make you come."
My heart was racing as I told her this. It was a sacrifice for me — I did so enjoy making Heidi come. But it was the ultimate in motivation, I felt.
"Whatever you say," she agreed without question.
Then Heidi had her lips around me, her hands pumping my shaft firmly, and I showed her just how unfair this new direction of mine could be, coming in her mouth, all over her face, her breasts. She didn't actually seem all that upset about being refused an orgasm until things resolved with Don. Somehow, the fact that I was controlling her, directing her in this way, made her happy. She was denied an orgasm, but the fact she was being dominated was almost compensatory in how it made her feel.
After a shower, I lay there in her bed as she figured out what to wear to another day at the orchestra.
I enjoyed her little fashion show, and in terms of her outfit gave her a simple choice: she could opt for a very small mini skirt and wear underwear, or she could choose a longer skirt and wear no panties underneath it.
On this occasion she opted for a tiny mini skirt made of a black and white printed material, and a small blue tank top that showed off her arms nicely — and also her stiff nipples.
"You do know I've got to play the cello in this, don't you?" she said, but she was quite cheerful about it.
"Of course," I smiled in return.
The way she looked as we headed out the door that morning, there was no way Don would be able to refuse her request for a coffee date. And if she didn't go ask him out, perhaps he'd even ask her out.
Chapter Fifteen
Her text came in almost immediately when it was time for orchestra rehearsal to begin:
>He said yes to coffee! We're going to go somewhere when rehearsal breaks at 11.
I know I'd been working on setting all this up myself, but something about her quick move to ask Don out as soon as rehearsal started — and his fast acceptance of her invitation — felt like a punch in the stomach to me.
Jesus. What if I really couldn't handle Heidi going out with someone like him, someone who actually mattered to her, someone who actually stood a chance of forming some kind of meaningful relationship?
I'd been hurt by losing Suzi, way back when, and the whole marriage to Heidi had been founded on my desperate need to avoid feeling that kind of hurt again. But now was I inviting that level of pain back into my life?
I texted Heidi to let her know that she'd done well, I was very happy she'd set it up with Don. Then I texted Bella to let her know that the coffee date was happening at 11, in barely more than an hour.
Bella replied to me:
>Great! Sounds like it's all going to plan.
I felt my stomach churning, and I found myself asking whether I really wanted it all to go to plan. Maybe I should have just staked my claim to Heidi, and taken her back. At the same time, I still felt underneath it all that I wasn't what Heidi needed long-term, I wasn't best for her. I wasn't what she was ultimately looking for.
Then 11 o'clock came, and I was nervous as Hell. I wanted things to go well for Heidi and Don, and yet part of me wanted it all to go horrendously wrong.
Half past the hour, Heidi sent a text through:
>Had a really nice time with Don. He wanted to go out for a few drinks later!
Well, I felt that churning feeling in my stomach again, but I was hard as a rock to see Heidi's text message. My Heidi was going out on a date with another guy — and a second date at that, effectively.
I texted her:
>That's wonderful! What did you guys talk about over coffee?
Heidi came back:
>Just this and that. About the orchestra. About each other. About me being polyamorous. About you.
I was surprised that they'd talked about me. What guy would go out with a girl and want to discuss her other boyfriend? I guess I would, but then I was messed up. But then Don so badly wanted to go out with Heidi, maybe he would just overlook the fact that someone else was also seeing her.
Joe: He's okay with it?
Heidi: He said it was interesting. Said if he got to go out with me, he could probably cope with it.
Joe: And you still like him?
Heidi: More than before. He's different somehow. Like he's woken up and now he's doing things properly.
Joe: And you think you'd want to go out with him? Sleep with him?
Heidi. Yes and yes.
Joe: Where and when's the date tonight?
I guess I was also surprised how quickly things were moving. That they would have coffee in the morning, and plan to see each other that night for drinks. But then again, if they were both into each other, why would they want to delay.
I was feeling jealous, I had to admit it to myself. At the same time, the jealousy did feed into the arousal I was also feeling. My Heidi was going to sleep with someone else again, and not only sleep with them but begin dating them.
Heidi texted me the name of a bar close to the Philharmonic's headquarters in Shoreditch, and that they were planning on going soon after rehearsals ended at 6. I texted Bella the same details, and she came back with:
>Great. See you there.
Well, that was a surprise, though perhaps I should have seen it coming. But just what Bella had in mind I'd have to wait to find out, because suddenly work got a little too busy for comfort. In fact I ended up getting to the Lighthouse Bar quite late, closer to 10.
*
The place was almost empty. I wandered in somewhat concerned that Heidi or Don — or both of them — would spot me coming in. Was Bella already there? I didn't even know what the arrangement was supposed to be. I presumed it wasn't some kind of fake double date where Bella and I were supposed to be there.
There was no one I recognized in the main part of the bar. I ended up going downstairs to a cavernous lower floor that was even emptier. I was heading to the bar down there when I heard a loud whisper, "Hey!"
Bella was there, sitting in a booth all on her lonesome with a large, half-filled glass of white wine. It looked wrong — she was too attractive to be sitting on her own in a bar. But then again, the place was almost deserted. Wednesday night wasn't a big one for this bar, that was for sure.
"What's going on?"
"Where've you been?"
Bella pulled me next to her in the booth, and nodded across the place to a table in the corner of the establishment, where I could see two very familiar faces. Heidi was now wearing a short crimson dress and black nylons, nursing a small glass of red wine, while Don sported the smart casual look, with a jacket over smart dark jeans. He was drinking a b
ottle of Heineken.
"Sorry, held at the office," I told her.
Bella shrugged it off, and reported back to me on the date. "They've been getting on like a house on fire," she said in barely more than a whisper. "About an hour ago they were sitting next to each other and sucking some serious face."
I felt my heart burn. Wow. Heidi was into him already. It was barely hours before that they first agreed to go out, and this was their second date, and Heidi had already been kissing and canoodling with Don.
The jealousy was something I was going to have to learn to deal with. But I was also seriously hard.
From where we were seated, I could see Heidi more easily than Don. Heidi's face, at least — Don had his back to us. God she looked good, all made up, a pair of silver earrings hanging from her earlobes.
"Where did she get the dress?" I asked Bella. "She go home to change?"
"It's one of her concert dresses," Bella said. "She keeps a few spares at the Philharmonic in case there's any problems on the day of a concert. She called me to come help her get ready for her date, since you were caught at the office."
Heidi just couldn't seem to stop smiling at Don. There were a few nerves in that smile, but she seemed to be getting on with him very well indeed. As we watched, she was crossing her legs and running her hands all over the black nylon that covered them, showing them off for him.
Then as we watched, Heidi subtly lifted one of her feet and started stroking it over Don's thighs — and over his crotch.
Now she was looking around them, around the bar to make sure no one could see — except Bella and I, I was guessing, since she couldn't have failed to notice us there, even though we were hidden from Don's view.
My heart burned to see her stroking his cock through his pants with her foot. This was still virtually a first date. I suppose the two of them knew each other well enough through the Philharmonic, but still.
Another couple walked passed us all, but close to the bar itself, far enough away from Heidi and Don that they couldn't possibly see anything. Nevertheless, Heidi sat up straight to make it seem as though nothing was going on, smirking at Don for being so naughty. As soon as the other couple was gone, she was straight back to fondling Don's lap with her foot.
Bella looked at me and grinned, as though this was all her success.
"She really wants him," she said quietly. "Whatever you did to get her going, you did really well."
I smiled, thinking about how I'd forbidden Heidi from coming until something happened with Don. "It wasn't just me," I replied to the attractive blonde student. "Whatever you did with Don really got her juices flowing."
It wasn't long before Heidi was using both her feet on Don, kicking off her shoes and using her toes to massage the bulge in his pants.
We saw her glance around again, checking on their surroundings, sipping her wine more as some kind of pretense at being there than because she actively wanted to drink red wine. Then she was leaning forward, placing her hands in Don's lap, unzipping his fly.
Jesus. Was she about to do what I thought she was?
Bella elbowed me in the side, and when I looked at her, she gave me a smirk.
We watched Heidi pull Don's hard cock free from his pants. It was definitely a large one. Heidi's face seemed to light up on seeing it. We watched her stroking it in her hands, exploring its immensity, looking as though she couldn't figure out where Don had been keeping it all these months and years, it was so large.
Then she ducked down, and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Stroking it with her lips, swirling her tongue around it, she only got it three or four inches inside her mouth, but Don groaned quietly as she sucked on him. She looked up at him with adoring eyes as she pumped his shaft in her hand and explored its tip with her mouth.
"Feeling jealous yet?" Bella was beaming ear-to-ear as we watched.
"A little," I admitted.
"You want to go stop them?"
I shook my head. "The jealousy's only a small part of it," I said, although I was playing it down a little. This wasn't the same as watching Heidi with one of her fly-by-night hook-ups. "It's more about appreciating her enjoyment of it all."
Heidi glanced around, but took Don's cock in her mouth again, satisfied no one was going to witness her — or at least, no one she didn't know about.
Bella said, "She's so naughty. I love it!"
As we watched, Don reached forward, and picked something up off the table. It was a mobile phone — Heidi's mobile phone, unless I was very much mistaken. What was he doing? I glanced at Bella, and she looked as puzzled as I was. Don was lifting up the phone, pointing it in such a way that it was obvious he was taking a picture using the phone's camera. He was taking a picture of Heidi sucking on his cock.
Bella stifled a giggle.
It was kind of hot that he'd taken a picture of Heidi sucking his cock — but why use her camera?
He took a few more snaps, but then the feeling of her mouth around his manhood was getting too much for him to concentrate on a camera phone. He planted it back on the table, and lay back in his chair again to enjoy her attention.
Bobbing down on him, Heidi was certainly enjoying herself. She withdrew from it to keep checking for any signs of danger around them, but continued massaging the huge member with both hands, as though obsessed with it.
Then Bella was whispering, "He's gonna come... he's gonna come..." And I could sense that she knew what she was talking about, having trained Heidi's new lover.
He grunted and flinched slightly, though he managed to control himself and keep from bucking like a mule. Heidi was scrambling to get his tip inside her mouth so she could take every drop of his come. His hardness throbbed, and his body tensed, and now my Heidi was swallowing another man's seed. And Don had the volume of come to match the size of his manhood — Heidi struggled to contain all of it, with some dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.
And with that, she cleaned him fully with her eager tongue, then tucked his softening form back inside his pants, and Heidi was looking all around her, checking they were safe, glancing into my eyes, giggling and sipping her wine.
Naughty girl. God, how I wanted her.
Bella tugged on my jacket, and I saw that she was getting up from the booth. Time to go, she was indicating. Show's over.
Outside the bar, I was a little confused. "What, we're leaving?" I said.
"That's it for tonight," she nodded. "Remember they have a concert tomorrow?"
We were across the street when we saw Heidi and Don stumbling out of the bar, clutching onto each other, laughing at how wanton they'd been in the bar. Don hailed a taxi, and they both went in it.
"You okay?" Bella asked, hooking her arm in mine as we wandered back toward the nearest Tube station.
"They planning on something back at her place?" I asked. "Or his place?"
She shook her head. "No, she's just planning on going home, letting him escort her to the door. And he's not planning on going in with her."
I laughed. "You really have the inside track on both sides, huh?"
She smiled. "Heidi's my friend," she said, "and Don... well, he's my student."
"You must be very proud."
"Oh, I am. Hey, you want some company tonight?"
I looked at Bella. Even in a pair of jeans and a gray sweatshirt, she was highly tempting. I didn't want to get entangled in anything, though. Not if it might disrupt what we had going on with Heidi. Bella had a hint of pity in her eyes, as though she still couldn't quite understand why I would want Heidi to go with someone else, and yet I wasn't pushing to see other women myself.
"I'll be okay," I said.
*
I was lying in bed, beginning to fall asleep, when I heard the electronic code being typed into my apartment front door. It wasn't hard to guess it was Heidi.
"Hey," she said, strolling through to my bedroom.
She was still wearing her red dress, black nylons, fresh from her date wit
h Don.
"I thought you might not be coming over," I smiled, glad she'd turned up.
Dropping her little bag on my bedside table, she returned my smile. "I had to see what you thought."
I nodded. "I thought you might take Don home with you. Maybe go a little further in the privacy of your own room."
She shrugged. "He seemed to want to wait — at least until our next date. I'm in no rush."
"You're not?" I joked, and she knew I was referring to the restriction of her orgasms.
"I was hoping you might want to bend the rule," she said, teasing the straps of her dress off her shoulders, allowing them to fall to the ground. Underneath her dress she was wearing a bra and panties made of red-and-white checked material, finished with a little white lace here and there. Girlish, somehow innocent. Sexy. But then part of the appeal was that I was seeing her in her underwear, and Don had only seen her in her dress.
"Because you've done so well with Don?"
"Something like that."
She crawled onto the bed. Seeming a little cautious until I took her into my arms, and almost threw her onto her back, to lock my lips against hers. Kissing her, sucking on those lips that had stretched around another man's cock earlier that night. Tasting the slightly odd flavor of her mouth, sensing a hint of Don's cologne on her.
"You like him?"
"Yes," she laughed, a touch giddy. She hadn't expected to feel so strongly about Don. She was in some kind of loved-up daze. Strangely, it appealed to me, turned me on, even if she was clearly thinking about Don and not me.
"You more than like him," I stated.
"I think so," she couldn't contain her smile.
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