REFLECTIONS - looking back to how it all got started - story by timmy

Timmy,
Back to my traditional spot following GH. Is this the literary equivelent of a cream pie I wonder?

I also am enjoying this tale immensely. I'm also thinking your train layout must be awsome if you can lay off the story this long to do that. No doubt on some other site with some other name, we could see pictures ..

Thanks again.

Timmy,
You are going to lull us into thinking Clarissa is seeing the light. I am still pulling for Terry to have some fun and I still think the relationship with Clarissa will crash and burn. I love the story. I was a hard sell in the beginning but now look forward to each addition.
JJ.

He who bumbs shall be bumbed in turn.

Can't have you falling off the front page Timmy ....

GH, JJ thanks for your kind words.

Same goes for Peak as well as the bump.

Sorry for the delay, I've been busy. Assorted visits from out of town family members plus my computer got 'sick'

We all settled with our takes on the balcony and enjoyed the view for a few minutes before Lexie spoke up.

“Terry I hear that the due diligence is going well and I don’t see any reamister why the sale should not close as originally scheduled.”

“My primary concern right now is the reaction of your soon to be our customers when they find out that you’ll be gone. Any ideas on how to alleviate any of their concerns?”

“I was thinking that you and I should make a trip and visit the largest eight or ten, explain what is happening and letting them know that I’ll be around should any troubles arise. I will also let them know that in the future my primary role will be product development. That we will still be there as their needs change. That will be the positive message we want to get across to them. They all know that I’m the driving power for development and will reassure them that this will not change. If anything, it will get better because I no longer have to worry about running a company, just a design and development shop.”

“Our sales team can handle the smaller ones.”

“Speaking of ‘team’, I probably should meet with them pretty soon.”

Liza spoke up.

“Why not invite the top and secondary management to a weekend at the club. You can have meetings in a more relaxed atmosphere. Don’t forget, except for the top three guys, none of them are sure about their jobs. Sure Terry has told them their jobs are secure. In their mind the question will be for how long? I bet some of them are polishing up their resumes and according to Terry, we should not let any of them get away.”

“Terry what do you think? I was thinking maybe a Friday night dinner and Saturday morning a short group meeting where Julie, Lexie and I explain what we do and our vision for the company. After that Lexie can meet with individuals or small groups after lunch. Another dinner and on Sunday morning they can use the pool or play golf. Maybe lunch around 1:30 to give the golfers a chance to finish the round and they all go home feeling good about things.”

“Ladies, I like that idea. I’ll give you a list of who should be there. Maybe charter a bus to take all of them to the club and back home on Sunday.”

Again Lexie.

“Right now the closing is set for September 14th. Why not schedule the outing for the weekend before that. That way we stay away from the Labor Day long weekend.”

“As far as I know, nothing major is scheduled for that weekend at the club but let me go and check my computer.”

With that Julie got up and left us for a few minutes.

“Julie tells me that you are quite a golfer but that she finally got the best of you. You know I’m looking forward to playing with you and her out there. Pity that you don’t play Liza.”

“Sorry Lexie, just never got the hang of it but maybe once Terry here is ‘unemployed’ and has all that leisure time, he can try to teach me. Maybe I never had the right coach or motivation. Having our pet do the teaching with a chance to get even if he’s too rough on me might just tip the scales.”

There I went blushing again and both of them started to giggle, just as Julie returned.

“What’s so funny?”

“We are talking about p…” - Lexie, just stopped herself – “Terry here teaching Liza how to golf. Then we could have a lovely foursome from time to time. Liza sort of liked the idea. Thought she could extract some form of revenge if he was too hard on her. You guys still owe me an explanation about the ‘pet’ stuff and…”

Julie came to my rescue, at least for now. “All in good time Lexie.”

“Amanda says we can eat any time, so why don’t we go inside and do that.”

As we headed back inside, Liza came close, pinched my butt and whispered in my ear. “I was proud of you when you asked for water. Now it’s OK to have wine with us.”

Judging from the banter around the dinner table, even Amanda sat with us, they were really good friends and I had a great time.

A cloud must have crossed my face as I thought of the happy times when Clarissa and I were entertaining our friends.

“Something wrong Terry?” asked a concerned Julie. That girl is sharp. I had to watch my step.

“Your easy banter reminded me of some things in the past and got me to wonder if…”

Julie put her hand on mine.

“I understand, just try to relax and enjoy. Things will work out for you. You know we all have your back, no matter which way things end. You know how Liza and I feel about you and I’m sure Lexie here will too once she gets to know you better.”

“Tell me, have you made any progress on a car for us? You know what we talked about some time ago?”

I didn’t want to talk about it. I had a surprise planned for them but now I had to do some quick thinking.

“I thought I had found something, had someone whom I trust check it out but it presented to many problems. I’ll have to keep looking. I’ll make a greater effort once the sale has gone through. I have some leads but rather not talk about them. Get you excited.”

“What is this all about?”

“Lexie, Terry has the most exciting ’67 Shelby Mustang GT that he restored with some help from a professional. It’s a great car for two but that back seat – yuck.”

Liza chimed in “so we talked about getting something different, some classic car that seats four or five comfortably that we could use. The limo is nice but… you know what I mean.”

“Yes Terry is supposed to find it and either restore it himself or have someone do it. As you heard, nothing has happened.”

“I know how to motivate him.”

“Amanda, do not speak unless spoken to.”

“Yes Ms Julie, sorry.”

“I think you better see about desert. We’ll have it out on the balcony with coffee and some Port Wine. You know the bottle I showed you. That way we’ll be out of your way as you clean up here.”

Julie put her arm around me.

“Relax Terry, all part of our game for tonight. I know you have a soft spot for her.”

“She is a really smart girl and I’m going to give her a try as an assistant once my new research place is set up – that is if it it’s OK with you.”

“You think that she can handle that? I know she has great grades in college but…”

“Well only one way to find out.”

“That is true. Yes you can have her. Give her a chance. You know how we feel about women in our foundation and the different enterprises it controls. So yes by all means.”

Amanda brought dessert and the special port wine out and we had some general conversation about the direction my, soon to be their company should take. After a while I got the feeling that it was time for me to leave. They wanted to get on with their game and I was in the way. At this point, they did not want to include me. That was fine with me. I was still married and while I had served both Julie and Liza as well as Amanda it was with some sort of understanding that it was OK with Clarissa, at least as far as Julie was concerned.

So I made my excused and left after Lexie told me to go ahead and set up customer visits. She would work her schedule around them.

I got brief hugs from Julie and Liza, shook hands with Lexie and Amanda let me out.

“Terry, kiss me please the way you did at the club – just once.”

How could I refuse.

Off I was to get back into my car and home to I don’t know what.

Clarissa seemed to have gone to bed by the time I got home. That was OK with me. I really did not want to talk. I was sure it would turn into a fight.

The rest of the week was semi frigid. We talked some about general household issues and Clarissa informed me that she would have a date with Roger on Wednesday. I decided to go to the club for dinner that night, then spent time on the driving range. Talked some with the pro who happened to have time because one of his students had cancelled. It turned out to be Julie.

I thought that she was taking lesmisters and now I had confirmation. So I asked him to work with me instead. We videotaped my strokes and then we sat down in front of a monitor and he analyzed them, made some suggestion of some changes for the short irons which I then practiced.

I decided to skip the Thursday poker. I was not ready to face Roger after he went off with Clarissa on a vacation that should have been with me. Instead I went back to the range and practiced for another couple of hours. At the end I felt that I was able to better control the distance of those short iron shots. I guess, I’ll have to see on Saturday under actual playing conditions.

On Friday morning Clarissa asked.

“Are we having a barbeque this weekend for our friends?”

“No, I didn’t call them. I wasn’t sure if you still wanted to with the attitude you displayed since Sunday. I sure don’t want to subject them to our troubles.”

“Fine, then I’ll have the cuckold club over on Saturday.”

“No you won’t. I promised that the boy scouts could come over to look at my car and I’ll do a presentation to them covering the process of restoring it. After that we’ll be cooking hotdogs and marsh mellows.”

You want to have a sex party, aka orgy, have it someplace else – Not here.”

“Damn you Terrance Wilkinmister, I’ve had with your attitude. I’m sorry about the vacation thing. I realize I shouldn’t have done that but it’s too late. Well screw you. I’ll find some stud who will take me away from this for the weekend while you play boy scout with a bunch of brats in funny uniforms.”

With that she stormed out of the kitchen and upstairs to get ready for work.

Clarissa

How dare the SOB. He’s supposed to submit to me. So I screwed up with the vacation. Get over it already.

Later that day I got a hold of Roger and told him what has been going on. He was sympathetic but more or less told to get down on my hands and keens and apologize to Terry and since it was within the window of an agreed to release from the CB, to unlock him and drain his balls any and every way I knew of and if Terry knows some ways we hadn’t tried than do those too.

That is not what I wanted to hear. But maybe it was the only way to get things back on track. So I tried calling Terry but he would not take my calls. So finally I wrote him an e-mail

‘My darling Terry, I have been a very stupid bitch and I now realize how much I have hurt you by going on that stupid vacation without first exploring the idea with you. I now know that we could have spared each other some heartaches had I done that.

You are right, vacations should be for us.

I know you’ve set up this boy scout thing for Saturday afternoon and I suppose you’ll go and play golf with the guys and Julie in the morning.

I would like to take you out to dinner and when we get home I’ll unlock you from your CB and become your sex slave for as long as you can get it up and then some.

Terry, I love you and want to try to get back to a more loving relationship. I don’t like it when either of us is angry at the other.

Please darling, try to forgive me and let me know.

I know, I have an even better idea. I’ll bring home tonight the sushi that we were supposed to have on Monday and after dinner I’ll unlock you – sort of a preview of what I’ll do to you tomorrow night and Sunday. I’ll let you get some relax before heading out to the course. Just one thing. I will lock your lovely cock up again before we go to relax. I feel powerful when I lock you up again after some hot sex. But I will keep my promise to unlock you again for the rest of the weekend once the kiddies are gone.

Babe, as you can see, I’m really trying. Our agreement calls for only ONE complete orgasm. Like I said earlier. I’m going to drain you dry ‘til…

Please Terry, call me and tell me that you still love me and that we can have this weekend.

With all my love,

XOXOXO

Clarissa’

About an hour after I sent it, I got a phone call from Terry telling me that he loved me and was looking forward to everything I had promised.

Terry came home about an hour after I did. I had already showered and changed into the special Terry Only lingerie and was waiting for him with a sake martini.

He had smile on his face when he saw me and brought the hand from behind his back with a dozen red roses. He does love me. Why do I keep messing up. Well not this weekend.

I jumped into his arms and almost immediately got into a tongue wrestling match with him.

When both had to catch our breath.

“Babe, why don’t you go and take a quick shower while I take care of the lovely flowers – thank you for them. They are beautiful. Then we can have dinner. Here take your take with you and hurry back. Clothing optional for dinner.”

It was raining a bit, so I set the table in the dining room rather than our usual routine of eating in the kitchen nook or at the counter. Some candles and the flowers graced the dining room table together with our special Japanese dishes that Terry had brought back from one of his trips over there. They were made from the finest china, almost translucent and decorated with some special calligraphy – according to Terry poems written by Samurais before going off to battle.

Terry sat at the head of the table and I sat next to him rather than at the other end.

The sushi was outstanding and we fed each other various morsels. It was just like many years ago in our first apartment – only then we sat on the floor because other than a bed, we had no furniture and ate from the various containers the sushi had come in on.

We made small talk and some place along the line I told Terry.

“Hon, I’m going to be around tomorrow afternoon. Why don’t I take care of the hot dogs and get the marsh mellows ready. I was thinking that I make a big pitcher of fresh lemonade. How many of these kids will there be?”

“I’m not sure Princess, between ten and fifteen and two or three adults. The hot dogs and rolls are already in the house – they are in the fridge in the garage. I was thinking of moving the grill to the drive way, rather have them come to the back of the house.”

“I like that idea. Can you pick up a big bag of lemons on your way home from the golf?”

“Sure Princess, but wouldn’t it be easier if just picked up a couple of gallon jugs of lemonade?”

“Yes it would dear, but I really want to do this. This little dog and pony show seems to be important to you.”

“Princess, you are the best. I love you. Would you like another take? Maybe a cognac or something sweet?”

“No thank you and you better stop too. We have serious ‘business’ ahead of us.”

We put all the stuff away, locked up the downstairs and headed up the stairs. Terry automatically headed for his room.

“Hold it babe, you’re going the wrong way – the party is that way” as I pointed towards what I silently considered my room.

“You will be unlocked so…”

“Yes Ma’am”. There was the fetching grin back on Terry’s face.

“You know that you’ll have to ‘earn’ your release. I want a couple of nice orgasms. The gentle kind.”

I got into the center of our bed and Terry dropped the robe he had been wearing during dinner and went to work starting on my left foot working his way slowly up one leg, ignoring my pussy and then back down the other. He did this two or three times before I grabbed his hair and pulled him into the “Y”.

“Stop playing around buster and get serious. “

Timmy

Another great episode. Lisa and I and actually a few others that we know are following this story and look forward to each of your posts

Thanks

GH

I guess Clarissa just played her "Get out of Jail Free" card there. I wonder if she will get round the board and pass "Go" as well? As ever, Timmy you make this so wonderfully inpredictable. Including tonight ..

GH and Peak, thanks for your kind words

It didn’t take Terry very long to have me squirming and begging to cum. He was a true artist when it came oral services. He played my body like Itzhak Perlman his violin.

I know I had said nice gentle ones – well the first one was but the second was explosive and violent. Like I said, Terry has a PhD in pussy eating.

“Babe, that was fantastic” after I got my breath back.

“My turn. Get up here and in position.”

Terry frowned.

“Relax babe, I’m not going to tie – at least not with ropes and stuff. I know that I blew that big time and I’m truly sorry that I lost your trust. No I’m talking mental bondage.

I put you into a spread eagle position and you promise not to move or if do no more than you would be able to if I had you actually tied down.”

“Please, can we try that?”

“Yes Goddess”.

WOW, he hasn’t call me that since I don’t know when. I got wet all over just hearing him say that magic word.

He put himself on his back and spread his arms and legs. I moved them a bit just to reinpower the concept that he was bound and under my control, then I left him there for a bit to stew about what would be next.

After fifteen minutes or so, I came back with the key to his CB.

“Time to unlock you babe. Now don’t try to struggle. The bonds will only get tighter if you do. Your Goddess is going to have some fun.”

I actually had to put a bag of ice on his cock to be able to pull off the CB without hurting him too much.

“Someone sure is eager to ‘salute’ his Goddess. Just look at that truly magnificent hard cock my Terry is sporting.”

I was going to say cuckold hubby but changed my mind. This was not the time nor the place to remind him of that.

I started to place quick little kisses on the top of his cock alternating with blowing on it and quick short licks. Soon he was squirming but like a good boy kept his hands and feet virtually still as if he was truly tied up. I was proud of him.

“Payback is a bitch, isn’t darling. Oh my look at that cock. WOW! Sure is leaking. I guess all those weeks without cumming…”

I laughed at the faces Terry made as I teased his cock without mercy.

“Tell me babe, what will you do for ME once I let you cum?”

“Princess, ( I didn’t like that as much as Goddess but was not going to complain) as soon as you release me from these bonds I’m going to grab you and ravage that beautiful pussy ‘til you’re close to losing your mind and them I’m going to go down there and suck all of my hot cum right out of it, giving you in the process several more orgasms.”

“Babe, that sounds like a plan. I better let you cum first or you’ll shoot all the stored up stuff all over the bed before your beautiful cock comes near My pussy.”

I bent his cock up towards his face and jerked him off with rapid strokes. Then fed him most of what had landed on his belly and chest with my finger.

“Let me get a wet cloth and wipe up the rest. I don’t really like you to smear what’s left on to my Goddess like body.”

I got a warm wash cloth and not only wiped his body but also his sweat covered head then kissed him with some passion.

“OK stud, the bonds are off.”

Before I could count to three, he had me on my back. A reminder that I would never be able to best him in a physical contest as long as he had at least one arm free.

He made sure that my pussy was wet and then started first slow but with increasing the speed every three or four strokes ‘til he was going like a steam piston.

I have no idea how often either one of us came during that marathon fuck session but by around midnight we were both wiped out.

“Princess, I’m going to need some relax if I’m going to be worth anything on the golf course in the morning.”

“I think you’re right babe. You want to shower first?”

“I don’t think so, it might revive me and then I would be powerd to start all over again.

“Terry, that is a bad thing, how?”

“Relax babe, you’re right why don’t we go to your room. The sheets are clean and cool. I’ll lock you up in the morning if you promise to wake me before heading out to the course.”

“I’ll change sheets in both beds while you’re gone.”

Terry

I don’t know what had gotten into Clarissa but it sure seemed that old Clarissa, the one I fell in love with is back. But back in my mind I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last.

When we got to my room I went to the fridge and grabbed a container of OJ.

“Want some Princess? I don’t think I’ve got any fluid left in me.”

“Yes please, then into bed. But first please wash your face. It’s a bit of a mess.”

We cuddled and kissed goodnight and I must have been arelax within minutes. It took an alarm to wake me. Usually I’m awake more or less five minutes before it goes off.

“Hon, what’s going on?” Came from a very relaxy Clarissa.

“Time for me to get up and get moving. Remember golf.”

“Oh, yea and I have to lock you back up. Make sure that none of those floozies at the club can get at your cock. Go take a shower, I’m gonna stand and watch to make sure that you don’t jerk off in there. I need you to be able to put in a repeat performance tonight after the kiddies are gone.”

I was just finishing up when Clarissa hit me with cold water and the handheld shower.

“There, that will do” and before I knew it, I was back under lock and key.

With a satisfied grin on her face Clarissa went back into my bed and pulled the cover over her head mumbling – ‘have fun babe. I’ll have lunch ready.”

I walked over pulled the cover away and gave a kiss.

“Thank you Princess for a wonderful evening and night. I just wish…”

I didn’t finish and just left. I’m sure she could figure out what I was going to say.

When I got to the kitchen, coffee was done since I did remember last night to get the coffee maker ready and set the timer.

I grabbed a glass of OJ and filled my travel mug and off I went. This time Julie had agreed to meet us at the club, rather than me picking her up since I needed to get back home and set up the garage for the boy scouts.

It looked like, at least for today that the couple of practice sessions had done some good because I was able to beat Julie by one stroke even after handicaps had been calculated.

“Terry, have you been cheating and got some practice in?”

“Well Ms Julie, now who is calling the kettle black. I have it on good authority that you’ve been working your cute bum off out here.”

We all laughed and went our way.

I had parked next to Julie’s limo and before she got in she looked me in the eyes.

“You got lucky last night, didn’t you? Are things easing up or…?

How did she know?

“Julie, I really don’t know. I suspect that it’s just an intermission in the nightmare I’ve been living. We had an agreement that I would be allowed an orgasm at around this time of the trial period. It turned out to be a lot more than that. It was really nice. At the moment it seems like the old Clarissa is back but I don’t trust it. I’m afraid that by next week the bitch will have re-appeared. Sorry, I shouldn’t call her that but…”

“I understand pet. I hope that you are wrong. I’m sure she feels a bit guilty about that trip she took with what’s his face.”

We hugged briefly and then we took off in different directions.

The boy scout thing went off like clockwork. I had set up a projection screen and projector hooked to my computer that contained lots of pictures taken during the restoration process.

Clarissa was the perfect hostess serving lemonade and hot dogs. I have a sneaky feeling that a bunch of fifteen and sixteen year old boys had wet dreams that night from looking at Clarissa in her short shorts and that tight tee shirt over those lovely boobs of hers. Yes she wore a bra under it but certainly not what you would call ‘full coverage’. I know my dick was reacting to the way she moved and charmed those boys and the adults.

I caught a couple of them trying to discreetly rearrange something in their pants.

By six everyone was gone, things back in place and we had our place to ourselves again.

“Clarissa, I need a shower pretty badly since I didn’t get a chance to take one after coming back from golf. Are we still going out to dinner?”

“You know, I’m not so sure I still want to. I know I said I would take you but maybe we do that tomorrow night. Right now I’m not really hungry. We both had some hot dogs and marsh mellows. Why don’t we go take a shower together. I’ll unlock your cock and see what develops. I know you must be horny watching me flirt with the scout leaders. I hope I didn’t overdue it.”

That was the first time that she alluded to my cuckold status and at a weak moment I had admitted that I had been turned on a bit the first night at that club out by the airport when she flirted shamelessly with those three guys and we got out of there just before things turned ugly because it looked like one of them was too aggressive.

“I don’t think so Princess. Good thing that I’m not part of them on a regular basis or there would some push to have more events here in the hope to have you around. I think you made quite an impression on those young minds. Probably corrupted them all.”

Clarissa laughed. “I guess you could be right. That Logan is a very handsome guy. How old is he?”

“Clarissa!”

“I’m just teasing you babe. I’m not going to lead a minor into…”

“Come, shower time.”

Soon both of us were naked in the shower – the temperature of the water just right.

“Terry, remember the mental bondage from last night?”

“Yes Goddess.”

“Stand with your back towards the shower, raise your arms and grab the pipe that leads to the shower head. You are now chained to that pipe and cannot lower your arms. Tell me when they start to hurt or thing get really uncomfortable in that position”

I followed her instructions and positioned myself as instructed.

“Spread your legs. You are tall enough that don’t have to stand on your toes to maintain the bound position. There is now a virtual spreader bar separating your feet.”

“That is what I like, have my man helpless.”

Clarissa started to fondle my balls and occasionally twisted one of my nipples while getting a tongue wrestling match going. Some if it was quit painful. There was a delightful giggle every time I groaned.
My cock was straining against the redy cage.

When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Clarissa went down on her knees and started to give me a blow job. Now that cage got really uncomfortable but I decided to try to tough it out.

I’m not quite sure where I was mentally when I finally noticed that the water had stopped flowing. Clarissa had started to wash me paying extra attention to my balls and butt.

Of course none of this released the strain on that CB.

The water started to flow again rinsing all the soap away. I readied myself for a shock when I saw her taking the hand held shower of its hook and aiming it at my groin but it was warm water just like what flowing from the overhead one.

“OK big boy. You are for right now released from your bonds. Time for you to bathe your Goddess.”

“Maybe, you should take on the role of a slave girl and be bound just like I was. I recall someone saying the other night that that certain someone was going to be my sex slave.”

“Oh no you don’t. I’m not going to let you *** me in here. If you get started with that, we most likely run out of hot water. Just wash me and let’s get out of here. However, I might consider it at some other time.”

So I washed and dried Clarissa – all of which did not ease the strain inside my CB before I dried myself.

“Thanks babe, why don’t you go down to the kitchen, get us some wine and cheese, crackers and also some water. That way we don’t have to spoil the mood with having to go to get something to eat and take when need a break and to refuel.”

“You may want to bring some extra ice so that I can get that CB off. If I tried right now, I’ll probably remove a bunch of skin the way your cock is trying to come through the holes.”

Well, after that, Clarissa can only be a democrat. Can she do it ? YES SHE CAN

Like Terry though, I'm waiting for the shoe to drop. Again. Or the answer to the key question. If Terry and all his friends think that Clarissa is just a little bit bonkers with her powerd cuckold thing, why does Clarissa does not see it or even see that they all do. Her blindspot is part of her allure of course, it should make her sexually unpredictable but sadly not quite enough recently (last few days apart). It will be interesting to see what she takes as lesmisters from this weekend.

Great writing Timmy. Thanks for breaking away from your railroad to give it to us. It's appreciated.

Timmy,
It's time for your bump too.

I am so far behind in reading and I don't know where the time goes!

I have got to get caught up tonight!

JJ.

Peak and JJ thanks for the comment and bump. Truly appreciated.

I thought that was a good idea and went down to prepare a plate with cheese, some baby carrots and dip as well some chocolate covered straw berries that I had hidden in my fridge in the cuck den. Funny, why was I thinking of that term right now? Cuckolding should not be in my mind at all right now. Things were good.

Or is there something in the dark recesses of my mind that wants that to be part of our life. Just don’t know. Confusing as hell.

I tried to banish those thoughts and tried to concentrate on that Goddess like body sprawled out on that bed – the one that had promised to be my sex slave today. But of course as those thoughts cruised through my mind, my dick got hard again which brought the CB back to the forefront of my mind and with it why I was wearing it.

I wish this trial thing was already over.

By that time I had everything ready and on a tray and took it upstairs.

I decided to try something and rather than just entering our bed room, I stopped in the open door and knocked.

The room got bright from the smile on Clarissa’s face. She liked that.

“Come on in babe, no need to knock tonight but I do truly appreciate your special courtesy.”

“Why don’t you pour us a glass of wine. I want to talk to you for a bit.”

I got ready to sit on the floor like so many times before when played our FemDomme games.

“No babe, come on up here.”

Clarissa

I was really pleased with his attitude. This was supposed to be a ‘free weekend’ – just husband and wife but every so often he acted like a subbie. I just loved that. Why couldn’t it be like this all the time?

I wonder, maybe because I’m being nice. Giving him way more than the agreement called for and that he’s reciprocating and giving me pleasure by being submissive. Is that the secret?

I just don’t know. Problem is that I enjoy being a bitch. I’ve tasted the virtually absolute power when I stayed with Marge and Petey and then down in Florida. I want that power but do I really want a Petey or what’s his name from Florida? I just don’t know.

The silence had gotten a bit oppressive – I guess I was deeper and longer in thought without saying anything and finally snapped out of it.

“Terry, you sneaky SOB, hiding the strawberries on me. I should whip you for that.”

I was watching his cock in the CB, looking for the tiniest twitch – there was none.

Oh well, too bad. So I continued.

“You know babe, this really the first chance we have to talk without fighting over something. I know something is going on with our company. That special board meeting you wanted me to attend, what was that about? Coming to think of it, I never got any minutes from that.”

Terry was hesitating, clearly needing time to formulate his response. This is not what he had expected. I’m sure he thought I was going to bring up the cuckolding and stuff.

“Some changes are taking place in the administration. I want more time to devote working on innovations and new products instead of spending eighty percent or more on running the operation. Nothing has been finalized and won’t be for a while. It’s all hush hush. Not that you would blabber about it but maybe a slip of the tongue to some of your new friends could be a potential problem. So I prefer, not go into details right now.”

“I’m sure you’ll be pleased once it is all done. Things should be in place around the same time that our experiment is scheduled to come to an end.”

Why don’t we leave it at that?”

I watched Terry carefully. He is such a good poker player. I wasn’t happy with the answer but also knew that if I pushed harder, we would most likely get into an argument – that I did not want.

“OK babe, I’ll wait ‘til you’re ready to tell me. Now put your glass away and start working for your release. Remember how that went last night?”

And so it went – an orgy of two. Terry eventually got released after some extended teasing while in virtual bondage. He got to stick that lovely cock of his into all three of my holes. Yes I kept my word, I was his sex slave for quite some time during the night. We took some naps, snacked a bit and finished the bottle of wine. The last conscious moment that I had before falling arelax in Terry’s arms sometime around three AM was ‘why not like this all the time’?

But of course by mid morning when I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon, things changed and I got back into my “Goddess” mode. Nothing extreme but clearly in charge or at least that’s what Terry let me believe. He even did the laundry that he didn’t get to yesterday.

We had one more go around after lunch out by the pool before I told Terry that it was time to lock him up for good ‘til the trial was over.

“Terry my darling, I hope you enjoyed yourself this weekend but now it’s time to end it and reality raises its ugly head. Time to lock you back up and unless I take some time to tease and torment your cock, it will stay locked up ‘til the trial period is over. Now if you are a really good little cuckold hubby, I might reconsider and accidentally on purpose miss your point of no return during one of those tease sessions but…”

The lock clicked shut. It seemed very loud at that moment.

Terry’s face clouded over and the mood was gone. I had blown it again. Instead of slowly easing him back into a subbie state of mind, I had to open my big mouth and consequently blown it.

“Ms Clarissa, if you please excuse me but I still have to go and wash my car. It’s Sunday and it is one of the things you have agreed to, that I could do.”

Without waiting for my reply, he went up to his room and few minutes later there was the roar of the “beast” for a short time. A look out of the window confirmed that Terry had put on some shorts and tee shirt, moved the car into the drive way and started the initial rinse.

I put on a robe and went out – not that anyone could have seen me with all the bushes and trees shielding us from nosy neighbors.

“Terry, please don’t take too much time. Remember we have a date for dinner. The one I promised you and we didn’t have yesterday. Maybe after we could stop for a bit at the dance studio.”

Terry, just ignored me. By that time he was doing something to the wheels and tires.

I got pissed, grabbed the hose and aimed at him.

“Hey buster, I’m talking you – don’t you dare ignore ME!

He got up and just walked over to turn off the spigot to which the hose was connected.

“Clarissa, I think I would prefer to be alone. I have a lot to think about. Thank you two wonderful days but now that it’s over it hurts. Hurts a lot.”

“I’ve missed those kind of interactions the last few weeks and now we start all over again. I might have been better if you had just told me to jerk off once and locked me back up.”

“Now I have been reminded of what could be and the uncertainty that I will ever have it again – I mean a marriage like we had before you started this stupid cuckold cuckolds brownie – hit me like a sledge hammer.”

“Babe, I’m...”

He held up his hand.

“Save your platitudes. They only make things worse. Just leave me alone. Go run to your fuck buddy Rodger or whatever. Just leave me be.”

I was shocked by the anger and pain in his words. Was I really blowing my chance at a happy marriage to this guy for the rest of my life?

Terry

I didn’t mean to come across quite that harsh but all the insecurities, wondering if she really loved me came crashing down on me when she made her pronouncement about reality.

For a moment I was wondering if head dreamt what went on this weekend. It was such a lovely combination of hot sex, caring and loving with a little presentation and domination thrown into the mix. Fuck, why couldn’t it be like this all the time.

I was really surprised when Clarissa sprung the question regarding the board meeting on me but I think I got her placated on that. I’m not ready to tell her until the deal is done. Had she been at the meeting, she would have known but her ‘fuck fest’ was more important.

So be it.

I finished the car, put it back into the garage and went up to take a shower.

There was nothing in my fridge and I really did not want to see Clarissa so I locked the door from the house to my place and went out via the garage, again locking that door. I didn’t want any surprises when I got back.

I walked for a little bit more than a mile the burger brew joint in our neighborhood and enjoyed both. Ran into a couple guys I knew and we shot the breeze for a bit before I headed back home. I had suddenly realized that I was really, really tired. Lots of hot sex will do that to you and I’m no longer eighteen.

I settled down in my chair with a book and a glass of cognac when there was some soft knocking on my door.

“Terry, are you in there. You awake?”

I didn’t want to fight. I was so sure of it. Any attempt at conversation would turn into an argument. So I ignored it and I guess eventually she gave up.

I kept dozing off. Waking when the book fell down on the floor, so I gave up and went to bed.

Some time around three or four I woke up from a nightmare.

I dreamt that I was naked and tied to a chair and Clarissa was standing with some back dude in front of me jerking on his cock ‘til he sprayed his cum into my face. Where did that come from? As far as I know, she hasn’t had sex with a black guy. Not that I care what color her lovers are. She just never seemed to have any interest in that. When we did those cuckold fantasy games with her dildos, it was always just a different cock, a bigger one, etc. Never about color. Just the supposedly superior lover.

I was afraid to go back to relax, afraid the nightmare might come back. So I went back to my chair and my book.

Eventually I must have fallen arelax in my chair because I woke up five minutes before six, like every Monday morning when it was a regular work day.

This time I went through the house to the kitchen after my shower and getting dressed for work. There seemed to be no signs of life from our bed room. Maybe she was still relaxing. I had forgotten to set up the coffee pot, so I grabbed a glass OJ, went back to my quarters for my brief case and headed out for breakfast at a diner about half way between home and the plant.

Just after lunch I got a text from Clarissa “home fr dinner???”

I sent one back “Y”. There was no way I could totally avoid her and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I had calmed down a lot. Hopefully she would not bring up the weekend and what’s ahead of us.

Clarissa must have taken the day off because the dinner was pretty elaborate, not what would usually have on a Monday night. The table was set in the dining room. There was wine in a cooler.

She was wearing shorts and a tee shirt no bra and panties as far as I could tell. Damn that CB.

Our conversation was friendly and on general subjects, neither of us wanted to get into what happened over the weekend and how it ended in a sort of disaster.

We watched a little TV and then Clarissa came up with an idea.

“Hon, it’s almost a full moon and a very clear night – not too cool either. Why don’t we grab a couple of cognacs and sit on the double lounger on the patio and watch the moon and stars. Haven’t done that for quite some time.”

“That’s a wonderful idea. Maybe get a blanket just in case it does get a bit cool. I’ll get the glasses and bottle.”

It was really nice, we hugged and kissed and started to fool around. Of course the CB did its job and every so often I grunted which sent Clarissa into giggle fits especially after she’d opened up my pants and got her hands on my balls.

“Enough big boy, get your hands of my boobs. Let’s go to bed so you can worship your Goddess properly instead of just teasing her.”

We went up to our bedroom and stripped and Clarissa got on the bed with her legs over the edge. She put a big pillow on the floor and pointed to it.

“Your Goddess who really loves you desires that you get down on your knees to serve HER. Be sure to let her know when it gets too much for the old busted up knees.”

“How could I refuse if it was phrased like that even though at first the Goddess crap rankled a bit.

I don’t know how many orgasms I gave her but eventually I had to change positions. My knees just could not take it any longer.

“Thank you my handsome prince, that was lovely. Why don’t you come up here and cuddle for a bit. I want to tell you that I love you. I maybe a bitch from time to time but that does not change the fact that I love you.”

“Thank you Princess, but I think I better get to bed. I’ve got a rough day ahead of me. Lots of meetings and some planning to do. I’ll have to go out of town in a couple of weeks and need make sure that people I need to see will be around.”

“For how long?”

“Not quite sure yet maybe almost two weeks. Depending on how we route the trip, I may be able to come home for the weekend unless you are busy with other stuff. But we can talk about that when we are closer and I have a more or less firm schedule.”

“Babe, why…” but Clarissa stopped because she knew the answer. I was not going to give in on that. I was not going to relax in our bed with a CB on my dick.

We kissed good night and I left her.

I washed my sticky face and fell arelax very quickly. Luckily the nightmare did not come back.

Tuesday we had left overs for dinner and ate at the kitchen table. Also there was not a lot of touching. Clarissa seemed almost cold. Not that we didn’t have a pleasant conversation about all sorts of stuff. But it was almost like friends talking instead of husband and wife or lovers. I was disappointed and excused myself with having to check on some permisteral e-mails, etc.

Wednesday morning during a joint breakfast Clarissa informed me that she had a date with Roger and would not be around for dinner but possibly with him afterwards.

“Fine” was my terse reply to that announcement. I finished my coffee, put my cereal bowl and cut into the dishwasher and went back up to my room to finish dressing and head out to work. I did not say goodbye to her as I left via the steps to the garage.

Maddening (why does she do that..) and compelling as ever Timmy. I am still just as glued to this as from the start. Probably more really. Thanks again for continuing to provide my fix.

Timmy,
I finally got caught up. Great story but Clarissa is still bad news. She has got to be the dumbest chick on earth and deserves to go off to the woods and live by herself. I am totally enjoying the story but I so want Clarissa to crash and burn. Just keep the story coming, you’re the writer and we are just the readers. We are going where you take us.
JJ.

Excellent - things seem to be coming to a head. I look forward to seeing what happens.

Also now you can chide me for not writing. At times real life can be so very unreamisterable.

Thanks for your story

GH

Peak, JJ and GH thanks for your comments.

Love your stories and writing. Thanks for posting.

Later that day I received a phone call from Roger – at first I was not going to answer but figured that I had to talk to him sooner or later and he really wasn’t the bad guy in this whole mess.

“Hi Roger”.

“Terry, got a minute or two?”

“Yes, what’s up?”

“Terry, first I want to apologize for that stupid vacation trip. I should have known better. I understand it really created some friction between the two of you. It really wasn’t my idea. I had told Clarissa that I had to go down there on business and she said that she could take time off if I wanted her company.”

“You know me, I’m not going to kick her out of my bed. So I agreed assuming that you were OK with it – that’s the way she made it sound.”

“I knew you weren't happy when she told you that she was going but had no idea how upset you were. Sorry buddy. I just did not know.”

“Anyway besides that, I know she told you that we have date and that you are not thrilled.”

“That’s an understatement, but I can’t tell her not to go.”

“Well, I really like you Terry, I would like being friends with you and have a chance to win some of my money back one of these Thursday evenings. If you tell me to, I’ll break up with her.”

I had to think for a second. That offer surprised me.

“Roger, thanks but no thanks. She only would find some other guy who may not be as much as a gentleman as you are. She’ll grab the first sleaze bag that comes along because she’ll be pissed at both of us. She could get hurt and that’s the last thing I want.”

“I really appreciate your offer. No you go and have fun with her. I just would appreciate it if you would go your place, not to my house.”

“She’ll make a fuss. She wants you to know. She still keeps hoping that it will turn you on.”

“It doesn’t and I don’t think it ever will. I don’t want it to come to this but if she keeps insisting on bringing you home, I’ll lock her out. I already told her that there will be no more parties at our place.”

“Terry, are you serious? Lock her out? I know about the parties and I’m OK with that. I understand, but she is your wife and…”

“Yes Roger, I am. I’m the owner. Her name is not on any of the papers and I have the right to deny her access. She can have her stuff any time she wants to but she can’t do anything if I tell her that I don’t want her to live there. I sure hope it will never come to that but I cleared it with my attorney. Actually, I have a court order in my safe at home barring her access if I decide to use it. I got after that first party in case there ever was some problem.”

There was no need to tell Roger about the lease and stuff.

“WOW, I had no idea. OK, Terry you got it. It’s my place tonight or not at all.”

“I hope to see you at the game tomorrow. We missed you the last couple of times but I understand why you didn’t come.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there, I’m ready for some of Petey’s delicacies.”

“Thanks for calling. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Bye”

I guess Roger is really an OK guy for a womanizer.

I went back to work and as it got close to quitting time, I started to feel sorry for myself having to face either going out to eat alone or trying to find some stuff at home that I could reheat.

That’s when the phone rang again – number I did not recognize.

“This is Terry. Who is calling?”

“It’s Peggy darling. I’m in town to do some shopping and have decided that I really don’t want to drive home and got a room at the Plaza. So now I’m looking for a handsome young man who will put up with an old lady’s rambling and buy her a couple of takes and dinner.”

“Hello Peggy, how are you. You are god sent. I was just sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I would love to take you out to eat. I’ll even take you dancing if that is what you want.”

“Slow down young man. This old broad…”

“Not old broad – mature lady, I interrupted her.”

“Terry, you are one sly fellow but I love you. Thank you for the compliment. We can talk about the dancing later. Can you be at the hotel say by seven?”

“Yes Ma’am, I’ll be there. Where do you want to go? Any place special?”

“Julie keeps bragging about this Japanese place. I’ve never tried it I understand that you can provide some guidance to a novice.”

“Peggy, that sounds great. That’s what we’ll do. See you at seven and thanks for thinking of me.”

I called the place and told them that I was bringing my grandlady. That I would like the privacy of a Tatami room but that she was too old to sit on the floor. They assured me that that was not a problem, that they had a small one where they from time to time put in a regular table and chairs and that it was still set up like that from lunch.

Well that went easy. I was looking forward to seeing Peggy.

Peggy got out of the elevator as I walked into the lobby. We hugged and then headed out to walk the one block to the restaurant.

Dinner was a lot of fun as I guided Peggy through the various dishes.

“You know Terry, I never had a chance to go to the Far East. All my husband’s business was in Europe. Maybe I missed out on something and need to go with you if you make trip over there.”

“Well Peggy, that is something to think about. I just may have to go over there sometime next spring depending how things will work out after I’m back in the design and development business instead of manufacturing and sales.”

I did “cry a bit on her shoulder” because she wanted to know what is going on between Clarissa and me. So I told there the sad story about the vacation and the weekend we just had. How it had built up my hopes but they were going down the tubes as Clarissa was starting up again being bitchy.

We were having some fruit for dessert when Peggy came out.

“You said something about dancing. What did you have in mind?”

“A couple of friends of mine own a ball room and dance studio in the old section of town. The part that is being redeveloped. They latched on to some great old building and at first the city was giving them trouble but Julie got that straightened out.”

“It’s all ballroom type dancing and big band music.”

“Well young man, what are we waiting for?”

I paid the check and we walked back to the hotel to retrieve my car from the valet there.

I had to chuckle when I saw Peggy’s eyes as the guy roared up with my Mustang.

“That’s what you are driving?”

“Yes Ma’am, don’t tell me that you want to drive it. Julie and Liza fight over that all the time.”

Peggy laughed.

“I bet they do. Well dear you are safe. I tried to take that driving course they both took and they refused me. Told me I was too old. Imagine that.”

I had a hard time keeping a straight face just thinking about Peggy taking that race car driving course.

“I’m sorry to hear that Ma’am. Did you talk to a lawyer about filing a discrimination claim?”

“Watch it boy, or I’ll take over my knee right here and right now.”

The valet guy just stood there stunned. I handed him ten bucks because he had put my car in a special safe spot. Closed the door on Peggy and got into the driver’s seat. Funny thing. My dick twitched just a bit when she talked about the spanking.

I helped Peggy with the safety harness.

“Careful boy, watch your hands. Don’t use this as an excuse to get your hands on my boobs.”

We both laughed and I drove off leaving just a tiny bit of rubber. Just because I could.

Alicia and Walt were both delighted when they met Peggy. I introduced her to them as member of the board of directors for the foundation that was buying my company.

The place was quite busy which surprised me since it was a Wednesday night and I mentioned it to Alicia.

“Oh it’s been like this every day since we got the beer and wine license and a couple of mid range restaurants opened up down and across the street.”

“You should come one day on a Monday night when the kids are here with their bands. Got lines half way down the block.”

Peggy looked at me.

“What kids?”

Alicia answered her.

“Part of the deal with the city was that we had to be open one night for the kids to dance. Sort of a social club. No admission. Just pay for the sodas. We mix it up. There are couple of bands that are actually pretty good that play here and when they take a break, we play the ‘old stuff’ and give some ball room demos. The girls really take to that. I was surprised. At first the guys just stood there and watched but then a couple of the ‘geeky’ kind of kids started to ask some of the girls to dance with them. It’s interesting to watch. Those boys with the cheerleader types. In school those girls wouldn’t give them a second look if they looked at them at all but here they are all smiles.”

“Three of them actually came to me and asked if they could come early and if I could show them some stuff. I thought it would be fun. They got to be pretty good after a couple of short lesmisters. The jocks better watch out. These boys figured something out and are going for it.”

We all chuckled at what Alicia was telling me. It brought back memories. Good and bad. I was that sort of geek in high school. I didn’t blossom and fill out and got into sports until the end of my freshman year in college. My Mom had taught me to dance and I had great success at the all dances during my junior and senior year in high school. Well except for that jerk Jamister. And now he’s sniffing around Clarissa.

Around eleven thirty Peggy announced that she had enough fun for one night and wanted to go back to the hotel.

Alicia made her promise to come back, either alone or with me.

I was just about to start up the car when Peggy put her hand on my knee.

“Terry hang in there. You have lots of friends who will support you in any way we can. I hope that things will work out for you and the nightmare will be over for you in a few weeks. On the other hand maybe you’ll just have to suck it up and dump her. I know that may be very hard because you love her so much. Don’t give up your self-respect. Don’t let her trample on you. You are a great guy. Remind me a lot of my husband.”

“Just remember when things do go sour for you, and had a chance at grieving, you’ll owe me and I aim to collect.”

Weird that brought another little twitch to my dick. I mean a seventy plus year old lady turning me on by talking about making me her sex slave for a night and I was sort of looking forward to that.

What’s wrong with me. I can do it for her and it excites me but I can’t submit to Clarissa.

Is it because with Peggy it will be play for a night, maybe a weekend and Clarissa seems to want to make a permanent state of affairs? Is that the difference?

Is it because Peggy will always respect me? Same with Julie and Liza. I know they always will and I know they care for me. Based on her actions lately, I have trouble believing Clarissa would do the same if I completely gave in to her.

“Come on boy, get going this old lady needs her beauty relax.”

“Sorry Peggy, I was just lost in thought and…”

“That’s OK dear. It probably will get harder before it gets better but as I told you, we all have your back and not for selfish reamisters like I indicated earlier but because we really care for you.”

“I never met her but in my mind your wife is a stupid bitch who is going to throw away the greatest thing that ever walked into her life when you first met if she keeps going the way I think she is.”

I put the car into gear and off we went.

After dropping Peggy off at her hotel, I went home. Clarissa’s spot in the garage was still empty. Why was I happy about that?

Because I could avoid a possible confrontation or had I already made up my mind that my marriage was doomed and was just going through the motions?

I honestly don’t know. I was tired and headed off to relax.

When I went to work the next morning, Clarissa’s car still wasn’t there.

I had my hands full at work and I forgot about it all together. As I was driving over to Roger’s place I wondered if that is another sign that things were not right between the two of us. A month ago or two I would have been worried and out of mind trying to find where she was.

Thanks again for this latest update 😊

Timmy,
That word respect (no, not the word but the action) is the total key! This is a great story written by one of the masters!
JJ.

Another great episode

Thanks

GH

Timmy,
It can't all be sweetness and light. Good to see you can do dark so well. It shows the true depth of Terry's love for Clarissa and help explains why he doesn't bail quite so quickly. Nice passage.

Your story is becoming a bit like Chinese takeaway food. Leaves you satisfied for a few hours, then you hunger for more!!

BumNote, JJ and GH,

as always thanks for your comments. Truly appreciated.

Peak, the delivery guy from 'One Hunglow' is back.

Better fill up. It may be a while 'til the next segment. Got a big train weekend coming up.

Everyone seemed to be happy to see me after my absence. Petey’s food was delicious and I had a good time shooting the breeze with the guys. Only when I sat across from Roger at the poker table did it hit me that most likely this morning he had his cock one last time inside Clarissa.

That’s when I started to lose some of my concentration and lost some money. Petey was the big winner. He could expect something nice at home either still tonight or the next few days without having to dig into his secret stash.

Before leaving, I told them that I would not be around the next two or three weeks because of business trips.

“Can you guys promise me not to give in to Clarissa if she wants to have one of your parties at my house, no matter how much she pushes? I won’t be there next weekend and not sure about the one after. Roger knows what is going on and he can fill you on the details. I’m trying to hang in there with her and to save my marriage but having your infamous parties at my house will not help the situation.”

Roger smiled while the others looked at each other.

Roger finally spoke up.

“Terry, we’ll honor your request. Your friendship is more important to me and I know the same goes for Petey, than some orgy. We can have them someplace else. Right guys?”

They all nodded.

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate that and when I get back, I’ll give you another shot of getting some of my money.”

With that we all left.

I wondered what I would be finding at home.

Clarissa

I was really pissed at both Terry and Roger, Terry for not playing my game and Roger for going along with Terry about not going to our house. At first I was not going to go through with the date and go home after dinner but once I had a couple of takes, I got horny and agreed to follow Roger to his place. I really needed his cock.

I guess in a way it’s stupid, I could have Terry’s any time I wanted. Compare the two of them and they were really equal. Coming to think, Terry was really the better lover because he made sure I got off as many times as I wanted and spend lots of time pleasing me orally which is not Roger’s strong point. So why? Damn it’s so confusing.

To punish Terry and make him worry, I decided to stay all night at Roger’s place. I only went home to change after I was sure that Terry had gone to work.

As I sat in my office, I was wondering what I should do in the evening because Roger had told me that Terry was coming to the card game.

I was tempted to offer to be the hostess, prance around semi or even nude and rub my boobs over every one – even Petey – but Terry. But then decided against that.

I was just about ready to go home when some guy from a florist brought me a dozen peach colored roses.

Everyone and I assumed that they had come from Terry. He’s done that every so often, just not since we started the cuckold thing. Was this a peace offering? But then there was an envelope with a card attached. It contained a note.

“Meet me for takes, J” and a phone number.

J had to be the guy from the auction, the one that Terry had warned me about. I had all forgotten about that and never pushed to find out why Terry was so enraged and had told me to stay away from the guy.

I decided to leave the flowers on my desk rather than take them home and face questions. I never bought flowers for myself so Terry would immediately know that they had come from someone else.

I was curious and very tempted to call the number but eventually decided against it. Rather than going home, I went to the spa and got a massage, manicure and pedicure, grabbed a salad at the food court and then some shopping therapy ‘til the mall closed.

Once home, I watched a movie while sipping on a glass of wine or two. I was just ready to go to bed when I heard the beast pulling up.

I quickly sat in Terry’s chair, opened my blouse to fully expose my sexy transparent bra and waited for him to come into the house.

Damn that SOB, he took the stairs directly from the garage to his room. Now what?

I decided to go up and confront him about that.

He was settling down in his chair, I guess to unwind or such.

“Hey babe, why didn’t you come through the house, you know greet your wife properly with a hug and kiss?”

There it was, I said “wife” not “Goddess”. That should make him happy. He actually did sort of have a lopsided smile when he looked at me and was almost ready to get up and do just that but then my mouth ran away with me.

“I think you should let me sit in that chair and you on the floor so that you can properly worship your Goddess’s freshly painted toes.”

He just looked at me like I had lost my marbles.

“Clarissa, I would appreciate it in the future that you knock before coming in here. I give you same courtesy when you are in our bedroom. I really would prefer to be alone right now.”

“Baby is upset that I went out last night and got fucked all night long – didn’t come home and had him worried. Is that why you have an attitude?”

“Clarissa to tell you the truth, I wasn’t worried. You decided to live your weird life and I’m along for the ride at the moment. I can’t make you stay or come home, so what’s the point of worrying. I got more important things to think about. I hope you enjoyed yourself last night because I had really nice time with a true friend.

“Alicia and Walt send their regards.”

“Good night Clarissa.”

With that he got up, turned off the light in that part of the room, just left me standing there in the semi dark and headed for his bath room.

I was furious. How dare he. I’m his Goddess. So he went dancing with the tramps. I’ll show him.

I went to my room and got my riding crop and waited for him to come out of the bathroom.

I got one blow in before he overpowered me and took the crop away from me, then rather gently picked me up and carried me to my room and dumped me on the bed without a word.

I was too surprised and kind of froze for a moment.

Next thing I heard his door slam and I was positive that he had locked it.

The thought I had at that moment was, had he taken off his CB and powerd himself on me, I would have been a very happy permister. But that is just not his nature. Terry respects me, well right now I'm not sure about that any longer. But he would never power himself on me, that's for sure.

I started to cry. Was I really *******ing our marriage? Should I call this thing off and forget about it. Go back to just our games? Maybe after some time he will trust me again and let me actually tie him up? But then I thought about last night with Roger. Yes, in the end Terry is the more caring lover but Roger’s callous disregard for my pleasure is such a turn on for me. As I quietly sobbed into my pillow I also started to rub my clit and when I came I was able to fall arelax.

Terry was gone again before I came down but he had made enough coffee for me to have some. Well, maybe he is getting over his mad. So what do I do now.

I remembered that he had told me that he was leaving for the West Coast Sunday afternoon and would be gone for ten days, maybe even two week.

Should I try to make up with him? Have a nice Friday night and Saturday after his golf game? I need to think about that. There was no party scheduled. Terry had sort of *******ed that. All the other couples didn’t have quite the same space and privacy to play both inside and out. I’ll have to think about that for next weekend. He’ll never know.

Well time to go to work.

I was just about ready to go lunch alone. I don’t socialize with the other employees. Just sometimes take my team out and then at least half the time is spent talking business.

Anyway, my cell rang and I answered it without looking thinking that it might be Terry.

“Yes?”

“You didn’t call. Didn’t you like the flowers? Should I have sent red ones? I thought that would be too much for a first time.”

Damn, it was Jamister. Now what.

“No, I liked them fine. Actually peach is my favorite color for roses. Thank you.”

I’m downstairs in front of your building. How about having some lunch with me? If you don’t want to meet there because people might talk, I can walk up a block towards the Trattoria and wait there for you.”

“Jamister, I don’t know. I really shouldn’t…”

How does he know? Is he stalking me. For a moment it felt creepy but then the excitement of it being so against Terry’s wishes took over.

“It’s just lunch. I want to get know the gorgeous woman my friend Terry has found for himself.”

Terry sure as hell did not refer to him as friend.

“Oh alright, I meet you in fifteen minutes inside the Trattoria. Find a space towards the back. Sometimes guys from my office hang in the bar area.”

I hung up before he could say anything else.

I spotted him in a booth in the back and sat down across from him rather than next to him where the place setting was. I was not going to give him a chance to grab me. At least not yet.

What was I thinking. If Terry ever found out.

Lunch was fun. He’s a very entertaining guy and good looking too. Even though I shouldn’t have had the second take, I was thinking clearly enough not to let him walk me back to the office or even to the door.

“Jamister, thank you that was fun and again thank you for the flowers. Please stay here for a few minutes. I have to be careful. There are a couple of guys from my office at the bar.”

He had gotten up when I did and now he tried to kiss me but I managed to evade him and all he got was my cheek. I quickly turned away from him and stopped where the guys were sitting.

“I think it’s time for you to get back to the office isn’t it?”

They were both surprised but put some money on the bar and the three of us headed back to work.

When they asked, I told them that I had met a friend there and that she was heading into the other direction after making a stop at the lady’s.

I thought that I had handled that pretty slick.

When I got home I found Terry on the patio in his swimming trunks cleaning his golf clubs.

“Hi babe, how was your day?”

I decided to play it cool as if nothing had happened and walked over to him, turned his head towards me giving him a good look at my cleavage and kissed him. Yes I had unbuttoned my blouse when I saw his car in the garage.

“Pretty good. The trip is shaping up nicely. Unfortunately it looks like it’s going to be longer than I had first expected. Maybe we’ll break it up and I come home for a couple of days and then go out again. Will see. There are a couple of appointments that are not firmed up.”

“So Princess what do we do for dinner?”

Princess? I guess he was doing the same thing I was, ignoring what had happened yesterday. That was OK with me.

“Oh, I don’t know. Any bright ideas? I really don’t want to go out.”

“You know that sea food truck that sometimes parks on that lot with the closed service station? He was there and I picked up some big fresh shrimps. If you have some veggies, we could do a stir fry.”

“Sounds wonderful as long as YOU clean the shrimps. You know I hate that job. I’ll take care of the veggies and cook some rice.”

Terry put his clubs aside and got up then walked over to me just before I got to the patio door. Grabbed me and hugged and kissed me. It felt good. After he stopped, I rested my head on his shoulder for a moment.

I pushed myself away. “I better get changed. See you in the kitchen. Pour me a glass of wine.”

I didn’t think I needed to say please. I caught a bit of a frown in the reflection of the glass door but then it changed to a smile.

“Sure Princess.”

I was pleased with his response. Maybe I’ll be nice to him later, see how the evening progresses.

I came back down in a new filmy robe thing that I had picked up yesterday after the spa. It just barely let you see my aureoles and nipples. Of course the nipples where rock hard and gave the overall location away. I had belted it just so that there was hardly any cleavage and when I walked and he paid attention there were very brief glimpses of my cut little landing strip. In addition I wore new slippers with a four inch heel.

He heard me and turned then smiled.

“WOW! You look gorgeous. New isn’t it?”

“Yes dear, you are first to see it. It will stay here but will not remain ‘exclusive’ like that purple lingerie set that I bought special just for you.”

I thought he was going to say something but must have changed his mind because he turned back to his chore of cleaning the shrimps.

I walked over to him and pressed myself and especially my breasts against his bare back, reaching around to his balls.

“Things getting tight in there babe? Be a good boy and maybe I’ll let my favorite cock out for bit. Have some fun and games.”

Terry groaned.

“Please Princess, let me concentrate on my job. I’m hungry and don’t want to cut myself.”

I chuckled. “You are right babe. I’ll get the rice going and cut up the veggies.”

I took a sip of my wine and went to work.

It was fun. We used to do it a lot – working together making meals. We actually made a good team and came up with some good stuff. Not in the same league as Petey’s cooking but good.

We had a nice comfortable and relaxed dinner and then I went back into the Goddess mode, not really verbalizing it but by letting Terry put all the dirty dishes away. Usually I helped with that too. When I had finished my wine I went and sat in his chair aka MY Throne and waited, my legs up on the hassock with one crossed over the other by the ankles. The top one was bare, my slipper next to the hassock.

When Terry came in to the living room I smiled at him.

“Ready babe? I really could use a bit of a foot massage.

“Sure Princess why not.”

He lifted up my legs, pushed the hassock aside and sat down on the floor placing the leg that still had a slipper between his spread legs while gently kissing the toes of my other foot. I couldn’t resist and maybe that is what he really wanted, I started to prod his balls gently with my heel. As I increased the intensity slowly, his efforts to suck my toes increased at a similar rate and eventually he had all my toes of my dainty size eight foot in his mouth.

He started to groan, not sure from pleasure or if I was pushing his balls to hard. At any rate I backed off a bit.

“Nice babe, but I had asked for a massage.”

“Sorry Princess.”

His foot massages are total bliss and I started to drift off. That must have caused me to relax the other leg because I was startled when he dropped my foot and backed off, pulling his ball out of reach.

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to hurt you – not that much. Want me to kiss them and make them feel better?”

Yeah right, it would make his cock really uncomfortable in the confines of the CB.

He just looked at me – “Ready for the other foot?”

“Sure babe, I guess I better not put the slipper on the one you just finished. I don’t want the same thing to happen.”

I let him work on my feet for a bit before I spoke again.

“Babe, all that attention has made me horny. Why don’t we go upstairs. Loose the trunks and bring the wine. If you rather have a cognac bring that for yourself.”

I think I had my baby confused. Alternating from the semi benign Goddess to being really nice. That was the idea, keep him off balance. Maybe I can get him to change his mind on the party thing while he’s gone. I really don’t want to sneak around plus I don’t fully trust Roger not to tell him. They are way too much becoming buddy, buddy. Never expected that. Always had visions of Roger being an arrogant bull, not emphasizing with hubby. But then I thought, no he can be that SOB. He tailors his actions towards the needs of the couple and does consider the feelings of the cuckold. I remembered, at one point he had told me that it had to be gratifying for both parties to work. Is that the problem here. Terry really isn’t into the cuckold thing.

Time to think about that later, right now I need his face in my pussy and then I’ll unlock him and play a bit.

Oh Clarissa, she seems to just keep digging herself into a deeper hole. Part of the fun of this story is seeing what she's going to do next.

Great story telling

Thanks

GH

Timmy,
Clarissa is an absolute gem of a character. So flawed but yet ..

I can see why you, sorry Terry, likes her so much. I could imagine she could get the railways running on time if she wanted to as well. Imagine her in the corner next time you are in there. You know what I mean.

Another wonderful section. Like GH, I just wonder what she will do next.

Thanks.

This story needs a bump

GH and Peak, many thanks for your comments.

I'm not sure about the rail roads Peak. Her body might distract more than keep things moving.

Also another thank you for the bump GH.

After several orgasms I told Terry to get up on the bed – time to play.


“Terry spread your arms and legs and consider yourself bound. I want to unlock your cock and have some fun.”

I adjusted his arms and legs, letting him know that I was ‘tightening’ the bonds, then started to lick his balls and suck on the CB covered cock.

I just loved the way he was wiggling within his “restraints” and moaned. Things got really tight in that CB. That turned me on again needed relief so I sat on Terry’s face and started to play with his nipples, pinching at twisting quite hard at times causing Terry to cry out into my hot pussy driving me quickly over the edge.

I got off his face and settled down next to him.

“Terry, I love you” as licked some of my juices off his face. I wasn’t sure if I detected a frown and if he was going to comment but bit it back.

“Don’t go any place dear, I’m going to get the key.”

I needed some ice to get the CB off. Things were really tight in there after all the teasing. I don’t think it took more than thirty seconds for him to get hard again and drops of pre-cum to appear on the tip. I licked them off and then started to slowly jerking him off by alternating sucking on his cock, leaving lots of spit as lube and using my hand with very little pressure.

Soon Terry tried to find ways of increasing the friction by moving around more than his virtual bonds should allow.

I slapped his balls. “Easy there stud, you trying to break your bonds. You’re pulling them tighter around your wrists and ankles cutting off the flow of red. We can have that. I guess I better stop and let you settle down. Maybe some ice?”

“No please Goddess, please don’t stop. Please let me cum. I beg you.”

I smiled. “You said the ‘magic word’ babe. I really like the way Goddess sounds.”

“OK, I’ll start again but remember that I’m in control and if I want you to cum, I’ll let you. If not, it’s back into the CB without release.”

“Tell me that you understand.”

“Yes Princ…” I had raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, yes Goddess.”

“Much better dear. I do love an obedient husband.”

I went back to work and spent more than an hour teasing Terry vacillating between being a mean bitch locking him back up or letting him cum.

Well the decision was taken out of my hand when I missed the point of no return and Terry started to spurt. I quickly let go of his cock and I think I kind of ruined his orgasm as his sperm sort of dribred out after the first spurt. Looking at him, it was clear that he was frustrated and unsatisfied.

“Did I discover something here? Letting him cum without the real orgasmic sensation? I’ll have to do some checking. Do some research on line. ‘til now I had been flying by the seat of my pants. Maybe also talk to Marge, see how she handles things with Petey.

After feeding Terry some of his cum that had landed on his stomach I got a warm washcloth and cleaned him up, being careful not to over stimulate his cock so that I could lock him back up without the need of ice.

Snuggling up to him – “I guess you got almost lucky didn’t you? Babe, that was really fun. Maybe I’ll need to practice that some more. I’m going to untie you and then I want to cuddle for a bit before sending you to your room.”

I was drifting off to relax when I realized that Terry was pulling his arm from out of under my neck. He was leaving. Well I did say that I was going to send him back to his room but he also has this stupid thing of not wanting to relax with me as long as he is locked in a CB.

I went off to relax and had dreams of having Terry tied up for days with some busty college kids teasing and tormenting him. Bringing him to the edge again and again. His begging for release turning into hoarse croaking as the *** continued.

While that was going on I was in the same room on a king sized bed with Reggie getting fucked for hours and hours, losing my voice almost the same as Terry except mine came from crying out as orgasm after orgasm washed over me.

I woke up bathed in sweat and my pussy virtually flooded. I was tempted to go and wake Terry, have him eat me again but exhaustion set in and I went off to relax, this time without dreaming.

When I finally woke up it took me a while to find my bearings. It was late but then it came to me. It’s Saturday morning. No need to get up. Terry most likely is at the golf course with his buddies and the slut. I really started to resent Julie and by extension her lover Liza.

I don’t quite know why, maybe some bad feeling? Terry has been playing golf on Saturday mornings for years before either of us knew that Julie existed.

So what’s the problem?

Well I trudged down stairs, found the coffee still hot and fixed myself a cup before heading back up and a shower.

When Terry pulled into the garage and came into the house he found me in the kitchen converting left over shrimp into a salad for lunch.

I turned towards him and we hugged and kissed like real lovers. It felt right and I appreciated his effort to come home, skip the lunch with his golf buddies.

“Terry go take a shower then come down for lunch – ‘uniform of the day’ is just your CB.”

I was wearing a tight low scooped tee shirt kind of thing that was just long enough to cover my pussy and butt crack – no panties.

I set our plates on the table out on the patio since it was a really lovely day.

I had put a glass with ice water by Terry’s plate and he got the hint and did not go to the fridge to grab a beer.

We gossiped a bit about his golf partners and a couple of acquaintances from my work. Also told him that there had been hints about a possible promotion for me but that I wasn’t counting on it because of the “glass ceiling” in that place.

We had finished lunch and I was relaxing on the lounger while Terry put the dishes away.

“Princess do you mind if I soak in the hot tub for a bit before I do your laundry? Something in my back doesn’t feel quite right. I micuckolds brownie a ball on the eighteens fairway. Not sure if I pulled something.”

“Go ahead babe. The laundry can wait. I really appreciate the fact that you asked first rather than just going ahead with the tub. If you would like, I can give you a back rub after your soak.”

“Thank you Princess, I just might take you up on that. I really would like to get this fixed since I have to fly to the Coast tomorrow afternoon to start that trip. I have meetings scheduled for Monday morning in Seattle, first at the branch, then Boeing.”

“Oh I forgot all about that trip. How long did you say you’ll be gone?”

“For sure over the weekend. Not sure if I’ll be back on Wednesday or Thursday that week. Still some lose ends. A couple of the people I need to see are out of town ‘til the end of the week. So I won’t know for sure.”

We talked a bit more and then Terry was ready to get out of the hot tub.

“Dry yourself and get down on a lounger. I’ll get some lotion and give you one of my patented back rubs.”

Both Terry and I had taken a short massage course because we felt that it would enhance our relationship if we knew what we were doing when pampering our partner. Terry certainly was better than I was – he got way more practice. It was a special treat for Terry when I decided that he could use a massage. Today was one of those days. Having been a “good “boy” last night and today alone did not quite warrant such special treatment but since he seemed to have hurt his back some, it became important to me to try to ease his pain.

Soon I had him purring like a cat and he told me that the combination of the hot tub and my massage was doing the job and that he felt much better.

“Hearing that, I could not help myself, I had to tease and torment him a bit. I dumped a good amount of lotion on his back, then took off my top, got up on the lounger and started to slide my naked body all over his back spreading the lotion with my boobs.

The purring turned into fairly loud moans.

“Babe, am I hurting you?” Faking concern.

“N.., no Princess, things are just very tight in a certain area.”

I chuckled.

“Poor baby. Want me to stop?”

“No” (groan)

“I better stop. I don’t want to make things worse for your back.” With that I got off him and told him to move over. To make room for me.

Soon we were both napping.