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Simon bent down and whispered in my ear: “I hear you’re quite the cocksucker.”
I knew what Jack wanted. Enough said by the waiter. I quickly glanced over at Jack who watched me with his piercing eyes. Yes, he meant business. A shiver raced through my body, and I felt an immediate tingle in my pussy. Clutching my purse, I was led away, and I followed willingly. Happily. Obediently. It was time to pay the chef the highest compliment.
The kitchen was bustling. I was in a daze, and I’m sure I was blushing a deep red. Thankfully no one had any idea why I was back there, and with other diners having taken tours earlier, no one suspected a thing. I was escorted to the very back of the kitchen where Ronnie was waiting for me. He was handsome, if not for a light beard and a slight beer belly. We spoke briefly for a few minutes. I told him I enjoyed the meal, and he told me I had a pretty dress. The rest of the kitchen staff continued doing their work, and soon everyone was completely oblivious to the fact I was still back there. Ronnie pushed me into a small restroom with florescent lighting. It was the chef’s personal restroom, no bigger than a closet, with a small pedestal sink and a toilet. It was tight for one person, let alone two. We both squeezed inside.
“Sit,” he commanded. Where? On the yucky toilet? At least yucky by my standards.
With no other choice, I sat down. My dress would surely have to go to the dry cleaners tomorrow morning. Ugh...he unzipped his white pants, and I groaned. Oh fuck. He pulled out a dark veiny semi-hard cock. Immediately, he grabbed the back of my head, fingers entwined in my hair as he shoved my face toward his balls. I started to lick them, and after a few minutes, he pulled my face up his shaft. Before I knew it, I was sucking on the end of his cock. He held my head while fucking my face. I sucked him as best I could. Ronnie moaned and was rock hard. Tasting his pre-cum, I was a cocksucker. Thanking the chef for his talent and his efforts. Thanking him because that’s what my husband wanted me to do. Thanking him, while my pussy dripped with the degradation of it all.
“Okay,” Ronnie said, pulling out before reaching orgasm: “Use your hand.”
I started to stroke him, and soon, I felt he was on the verge of orgasm.
“Don’t you want to cum in my mouth?” I asked, worried he’d spew all over my new dress if he didn’t.
“Did I say I wanted to cum in your mouth, bitch?” he retorted, pulling my head back.
“But you’ll...you...will make a mess of me,” I pleaded.
“All over your dress, slut!”
I was in no position to refuse. I stroked his fat cock, and soon he was spurting jets of thick creamy white cum all over my black silk dress. His cum immediately made a huge mess. The silk absorbed the moisture creating huge patches of wet spots. I felt so dirty and so degraded. I was ashamed at myself for being so turned on by it. How the fuck am I going to get out of here? Jack will surely sneak me out some back door. How can I possibly ride the elevator, after this? Jesus, this guy has a lot of cum!
The entire front of my new dress was ruined. I looked down at myself, shaking my head in disbelief. My new dress was ruined. Meanwhile, Ronnie had zipped up and was exiting the door. Before I could even stand, Simon took his place and told me it was his turn to come all over my dress. He pulled out his cock, it was beautiful and big. Simon was in his twenties. I knew this would not take very long. He placed his hands on the wall behind me. I kissed the tip of his dick and pulled my lips down over the head, sucking along the way. I brought him to the back of my throat and moved my mouth up and down. He was rock hard, hearing him groan and pleasuring him made me wet. I could have fucked him up against the wall, as he was very attractive. I looked up as he watched my every move. The bathroom was so brightly lit, I lowered my eyes. I was so embarrassed. I loved sucking cock. I was the cocksucker on display. I replaced my mouth with my hand and squeezed his cock as I jerked his wad all over my dress. I felt like one of those Japanese girls in the bukkake videos.
Simon zipped up and helped me to stand up. Two men had now cum all over me. My dress showed the evidence of it. What would happen now? Would I stay here until well after the restaurant closed? Even then, how could I get back home without anyone seeing me? Maybe I could borrow an apron? My mind was racing for ideas.
“Jack wants you to walk back to the table like that.”
It was Ronnie’s voice. What?!? He repeated it. The exact same words came out of his mouth. I was in disbelief, and it took my brain a moment to comprehend the words. This can’t be true. I reached for my phone. I had to text Jack.
‘My dress is covered in cum, and they want me to walk back!’
‘So, do it.’ Jack texted back.
I stared at the screen on my phone. I felt tears. The tears dripped down my cheeks and landed on my now ruined dress. I was humiliated, but more so, I was worried deeply about Jack’s and my reputation. He had always promised me we’d be selectively discreet. He must be drunk. I was worried that this was something we’d regret afterward, but I wanted to please him. I wanted to obey. I wanted to be a good sub. My stomach churned, as I was in turmoil.
‘TEXAS.’ I texted. It was my safeword.
Using my safeword wasn’t easy. I would daydream about never using it, to show Jack how willing and determined I was. And here I had caved in, and used it already. As I looked up, Simon was holding a replica of my exact dress on a hanger. Oh, my Jack. I wanted to cry.
My cell beeped: ‘You did the right thing. Change your dress and I’ll explain.’
I washed myself in the sink and carefully removed cum-stained silk dress and placed it in the garbage can. I felt much better in the new clean dress. Simon had closed the door to respect my privacy, and when I opened the door, Jack was there. He opened his arms for a hug. I knew it was his way to show his sub approval and his wife love.
Jack grasped my hand, as we nonchalantly stepped out from the back area of the kitchen, with no one other than Ronnie and Simon having any inclination where we’d been. Jack had already paid the bill and up to our condo we went. Our night was not over; experience told me my husband was not finished with me yet.
Lying in bed, Jack explained: “I want you to know that using your safeword is okay. That’s why you have a safeword. Using it is not a sign of failure; it’s a sign of strength. The responsibility of a Dom is to protect and cherish his sub. The responsibility of the sub is to uphold consent. During a scene, your safeword is your voice.”
I realized, and Jack confirmed, that if I had chosen to walk out there, Simon would have stopped me.
“You amaze me,” I said to him.
“You amaze me too,” Jack replied, “now come closer my little cum-slut, time to fuck you.”
Chapter 11: Fish in an Aquarium
Jack’s View:
More than two months had passed since Chloe’s last assignment. Like my mother always said, everything in moderation. We were wonderfully content in our marriage and with each other. All the superfluous sexual stuff was the icing on our cake. But as everyone knows, too much icing can ruin a cake.
Day to day life in the condo was wonderful. It was a great place to live. On occasion, we’d cross paths with a familiar face that would make Chloe blush. I was looking forward to the day where, no matter where my wife turned, she would be blushing.
It was a Sunday, and we were going out for an early morning coastal hike that boasted nice views of the peninsula. We got on the elevator and did a last minute inventory check. Water? Yes. Map? Yes. Sunglasses? Just then, the elevator stopped, and two figures hopped on.
“Oh…hello,” said Canace. Shanyn was right behind her.
“Hi there,” Chloe said in return, blushing. I smiled and said hello as well. I had been introduced to the girls before, about a month after their encounter with Chloe. They had no idea that I knew everything. They thought of me as the completely oblivious husband, and I enjoyed pretending to be just that.
The rest of the elevator ride was awkwardly quiet. The two lesbians had a little smirk on their face
s. I could imagine what they were thinking: he has no clue we fucked his wife. Chloe meanwhile, squirmed with the silence of her own secret in mind: he knows everything, and in fact, orchestrated it!
Upon returning from our hike, who did we see in the lobby, but Mike. He had a sly look on his face which he tried to mask. The same look he had every time he saw Chloe. We said our hellos. My poor pet blushed again, knowing Mike was probably thinking about the time his cock was in her mouth.
We took the elevator upstairs, during which I said to Chloe: “Go back down there, and get Mike to take the elevator with you. Make him think you only have a few minutes. Get him to pinch and twist your nipples all the way up. Nothing more.”
Chloe’s mouth opened as if to blurt out objection, but she caught herself and said nothing. Instead, she took a deep breath and nodded. I knew she was tired, but I couldn’t resist some spur-of-the-moment fun.
I went into the condo and put our hiking gear away. Then I put the kettle on to make a hot tea for Chloe, knowing she’d want one. Five minutes later she came bursting into our door with a big smile on her face, “I did it!”
Over tea she told me the details, with both of us smiling. She had gone down there and motioned Mike into the elevator with her, telling him she only had a few minutes. Once inside, she asked him to pull and twist her nipples. He had other ideas, but she was firm and insistent. Good girl. He followed along, knowing he better play by Chloe’s rules, or she would cut him off.
The rest of the elevator ride, he went to town on her nipples, pulling and grinding them with his strong fingers.
